The One About Vani - Part 3
The One About Vani - Part 3
A Story about a Nubile Girl, too thicc to ignore
This picks up right where the Part 2 ended. I had told Vani a few uncomfortable things, not because I had to, but because I wanted to gauge her reaction to them. I have desired for her body, had jerked off to it for so long. But when she was in front of me, surrendered and all to myself, I didn’t take her right away. I don’t know why, but it’s probably because I get a better dopamine rush with the chase rather than the actual thing. I knew I could have had my way with Vani, but I wanted to see if she could deal with her overwhelming disgust of seeing her partners smoke (or by extension doing anything that she thinks was wrong). Happy Reading!
Previously
After I told Vani that I want her to suck me, she stood there, crossed arm. She was looking straight into my eyes. It was not the most romantic of requests, but then again, blowing a guy in a hotel wouldn’t be new to her. I had a couple of drags left in my cigarette. I reached for the packet, and took out another one. I lit the second cigarette with old one.
“You won’t be able to suck me from there” I said between drags.
Vani took a few gingerly steps towards me. I stood up from sofa chair, and unbuttoned my jeans.
“Closer” I said, mumbling because of the cigarette between my lips. I let my jeans fall to my ankles. I had a slight hard on, but it was enough to be visible through my underwear.
Vani walked up to me. I rubbed my dick through my underwear, looking at her walking to me. I spread my legs wide open, and pointed that she should stand between my legs. I held Vani’s wrist, caressed it, and pulled her down by the wrist. She used my knees as a support as she squatted in front of me. It was the first time I was observing her hands. Her fingers were short and thick. Her wrists were naked except for a watch with thin black strap.
“You should get comfortable on your knees” I put my foot on her knees, and pressed it down. She adjusted herself, to kneel between my legs, still fully clothed. I must say that I felt a wee bit uncomfortable sitting in my underwear with my legs spread out, while the girl was fully clothed.
I took another drag and adjusted myself in the seat. Vani’s hands were resting on my thighs, and she had arched her back to bend towards me. I caressed her hand before taking it and placing it on my dick. I held two of her fingers, and rubbed it over my dick through my underwear. She had let her hand loose, so it was just me rubbing my dick using Vani’s fingers.
I threw the butt of the cigarette in the glass tumbler, and held her face. I pressed her lips with my thumb as I pulled her face towards my crotch.
“Do me how you used to do him” I said. Vani didn’t reply, but her expression hardened.
By that time Vani had started rubbing my dick through the underwear, the way I wanted her to, but she kept her face firmly in place, away from my crotch.
I raised my legs and closed them around Vani, resting my feet on the small of her back, pulling her entire body closer to me. Her struggle, and her almost mechanical rubbing of my dick, made me hard, hard enough for even the underwear being a strain. I unwrapped my legs around her, and stood up. It was a sudden movement, and Vani lost her balance. She held my knees for balance, and was looking up when I slide my underwear down.
I held my dick by the base, and gave it a couple of strokes before sitting down. This time, I didn’t have to take Vani’s hand. She reached for my dick, and held it by the base. Her small thick fingers curled around my dick, and she stroked me, just as I had stroked myself. Her grip was loose around my dick, it didn’t give me the kind of friction that I needed for excitation. I curled my fingers around her grip and gave it a squeeze. She and I together stroked my dick for a bit, before I let go.
Vani wasn’t looking at me anymore. Her eyes were on my dick, her entire focus was there. The way she was kneeling between my legs, I could see her cleavage. I had already seen more of that in person, but it was still a sight to see.
“Open your mouth” I said.
She abruptly stopped mid-stroke. She shook her head. I held her by the hair and pulled her towards me. She came closer, walking on her knees, so close that I could feel her breathe on my dick. But she didn’t open her mouth. I bent down, holding her face in my hand and went to kiss her lips. She kept her mouth closed in the beginning, before letting my tongue inside her mouth. I kissed her deeply, and she resumed stroking my dick.
As I kissed her, I kept pulling her hair. Her hair had come undone, so I held her by a clutch of her hair. I started getting up, and pulled her with me. It was clumsy, but I had on her feet. I took off her tee shirt, for the second time in the day. This time, I wasn’t gentle, I wasn’t deliberate. I pulled Vani by the waist, dug into the sides of naked stomach, and kissed her. As I kissed her, I reached behind her back, to unclasp her bra.
I pushed her away, with the same passion that I had pulled her with. She cupped her black lace bra, holding it in place on her breasts. I curled my fingers around her wrists and pried them away. The bra wasn’t off her, but they were off her breasts. Her nipples were dark, the darkest that I had seen. Even against her caramel skin, her areolas were rough and dark. I let her wrists go, to pinch her nipples between my fingers. Above the nipple of one of her breasts was a mark. It was the burn. As I rolled her nipples in my fingers, I kissed her burnt mark. I ran my tongue over it, gave it pecks, and finally I sucked the area.
When I was done, I saw the skin around the burn mark redden. That was my mark, that was my hickie. I moved to the other breast, cupped it so hard that her nipples looked like the little outlets to drink water from. I flicked her nipples with my tongue. Vani had let her hands rest on my neck, and unlike a few minutes ago, she wasn’t pulling away from me. I looked up to see her eyes closed, and her chest moving rapidly to fill her up with the oxygen that she needed because of the things I was doing to her nips.
I sat back down on my sofa chair, and tugged her wrist. She knelt down, gracefully this time. She took off her bra and threw it where her tee shirt was lying. She coiled her fingers around my dick, and started stroking it. Her hair was loose by then, falling a little below her shoulders. She kept her eyes fixed on my dick. It had started getting uncomfortable for me, being jerked off for so long without any lubricant. I needed her mouth.
I grabbed a clutch of hair with one hand, and with the other uncurled her fingers around my dick and held it by the base. I pulled her hair while bringing her face closer to my dick. She didn’t open her mouth, but her resistance was feeble this time. With her head fixed in place with one hand, I started rubbing my dick on her face. Her lips were wet from my kiss. I rubbed the tip of my dick against her mouth, and then pressed it against her cheeks.
It was when I pulled her hair harder that she opened her mouth, more to wince that take me in. I shoved my dick inside her gaping mouth. She pulled away, but I kept her head fixed.
Her mouth was wet and warm. She didn’t close it around my dick, which gave me the room to push inside her till I hit the base of mouth. Vani was pushing herself away, using my thighs as support. I spread my legs wide, and she suddenly lost her balance. I felt her get impaled on my dick. I felt that little squeeze from her gag reflex (something I have come to love in oral sex). I let her head go. She pulled away, and coughed. Her coughs made her naked breasts jiggle a little. Her nipples were still hard from tugging and sucking that I’d given them.
“See, it wasn’t that difficult. You are a natural in this” I said, as I caressed her cheek. Her eyes had watered, and her upper lips had traces of mucous. I thumbed her lips, before pushing her down on my dick again.
She took my tip in, but I hit her tongue this time. I pulled her head away, and pushed again. This time I went further inside. I felt her suck me, that suction on the tip of my dick. I didn’t have to push her head. I had imagined her thick lips around my dick for years, and finally I had them. As I got older, I know that it wasn’t the best of blow jobs. But it wet my dick, and there was the moment when she sucked me while I was smoking. It has come to be the ultimate form of surrender from my women.
Vani soon started stroking me as she bobbed her head on my dick. Her breasts swayed as she blew me. Time to time I adjusted her hair so that I could see her face getting fucked. When I was done with my cigarette, I told her to stand up. She obliged.
“Take off your jeans” I said.
She unbuttoned her jeans. It was so tight around her that she peeled the jeans off herself rather than getting it off.
Through her lace panty, I touched her between the legs. I rubbed her panty to feel up her pussy. I kept moving around her panty, finding the places which she liked. She spread legs apart a little, and half squatted on my fingers, to increase the pressure at the places which she liked.
Her panty seemed almost too delicate against her thick brown body. I pulled her panty down. The musky smell from her pussy filled the air around me. I sucked on two of my fingers, before touching Vani’s slit. It was wet.
I was a young impatient man then. I wanted to fuck her. I wanted to be inside her, and I wanted to cum. I got up from my sofa and embraced her, kissing her neck, as I directed her to the bed. When she reached the edge of the bed, she fell backwards, and with her so did I. It wasn’t the most romantic of drops to the bed, but I had her where I wanted — under me. I pushed her a little further up the bed, and spread her legs apart. I kissed her, as I stroked my dick, and rubbed it against her slit.
We didn’t talk about condoms. I remembered that I had mine in the wallet. But it seemed too far away. I didn’t want to go away from this thick body. I was hard, and she was impatient. The first time my tip entered here, felt different. It’s different with every women. With some you feel warmth. With others you feel wetness, and yet others you get a dry welcome. Vani’s was warm and wet. It felt like my dick was taking a warm bath.
I propped myself up to enter Vani fully. She moaned and winced as I penetrated her. I reached out for the pillow nearby, and gestured her to lift her ass. I placed the pillow bellow her thick ass, while still being inside her. When I started fucking her, it was hard not to cum almost instantly. I still had my shirt on. She was naked, marked and put through the ordeal of dealing with things she didn’t like. And yet, she was moaning every time I thrust inside her completely.
I had to pull out a couple of times, because I thought I would cum inside her. Vani was touching herself as I was fucking her. Every time I pulled out completely, she reached for my dick and pulled it towards herself, wanting to be fucked more. When I pulled out for the fourth time, I knew that I couldn’t go on like this without finishing. Vani kept raising her hips, rubbing clit harder and pulling my dick.
Vani’s was the first pussy that I ever ate. I did it because I didn’t want to cum. I did it because I wanted to keep pleasuring Vani. But years down the line, I would develop a knack for eating pussy. Back then, the only knowledge I had was from porn.
I slid down and lied prone with my face between her legs. The musky smell of her pussy filled my nose, but I had my eyes fixed on her glistening slit. She kept rubbing herself. I licked her with my tongue, gingerly at first, not knowing how it will taste. I realized that, it was how Vani must have felt when I pushed her head down on my dick. Right after my first lick, Vani held my head down. She kept rubbing her clit with one hand and pressed my head down with another.
Once I got used to her taste, I dug in. I licked the insides of her labia, while burying my nose as deep into her crotch as I could. I moved up to her clit, and tried to do with my tongue what she did with her fingers to herself. Vani moaned, but this moan was more guttural, deeper. I adjusted myself, moving up a little so that I could eat her better. Every time I increased the pressure on the sides of her clit, she moaned and raised herself onto me. Her thick stomach was heaving because of her fast breaths. I knew I was doing the right things to her pussy with my tongue.
My dick had calmed down by then. The bed-sheet against which my dick was rubbing wasn’t was warm and wet as Vani’s mouth or pussy. But Vani’s moans and her impatience whenever I slowed down my tongue, were exciting. I found the exact place where she wanted my tongue, and pressed on it with the tip of my tongue. Her moans changed. She was saying ‘oof’ by then, and even though my tongue was aching, I kept at it. It was worth it when she came.
As Vani came, she pressed by head down on her crotch, and tried to sit up, sort of like doing half crunch. Her thick thighs and heavy body meant her spasms were subtle but strong enough to sway me with her. Her moans were loud, and I couldn’t believe how hard she pressed me down on her crotch. When was done, she fell back, let my head go. I used one of her soft thigh to rest my head. Her pussy was glistening with her cum and my spit. I reached for dick and rubbed it, with her pussy at my eye level.
Vani had was breathing hard, and had covered her eyes with her palms. It would take me half a minute to realize that she was crying. I went up to lie beside her, “What happened?”
I caressed her nipples and waited for her to answer. She just shook her head. I kept quiet. Her sobs increased. I had lost my hard on by then. I got off from beside her, and took out a cigarette. I walked up to the window and lit it. Her sobs were softer now. I reached for my phone in my pocket, only to realize that I wasn’t wearing my jeans, and the phone was across the room. I wanted to text Sushri, I wanted to see Aradhana’s pfp, and I wanted to check my dating app feed. Instead, I had to smoke in silence. My balls were heavy, and tender from pushing myself to the verge of cumming multiple times. I needed a release.
I looked at the girl lying on the bed. She had adjusted herself to the center of bed, and pulled the bed cover. She was quiet now, and was looking at me, but eyes were lost in thought. She was entirely covered, and you’d think that she was dressed, if not for her naked shoulder blades. It was close to 0130 PM by then. When I finished my cigarette, I walked over to take my phone and got in bed with Vani. I slipped inside the covers, and put a leg on top her, as I scrolled through my phone.
She turned towards me, and put her arms across my chest and buried her face on my shoulder. I was texting Sushri at that time. I knew she was looking at my screen, but I didn’t try to hide. I sent her “ttyl” with a heart emoji, and kept my phone away. Our eyes met, and I could feel she wanted to say something. I caressed her forehead, and stared at the ceiling of the hotel. I wanted to ask her why she was crying, but I didn’t want to ruin that intimate moment.
In that moment, when we were lying next to each other naked inside the cover, Vani knew a lot more about me than she knew in the years of texting and phone calls. I had entered her, she had tasted me and I had tasted her. I had made her cum, and she almost made me cum. She saw me texting another girl, while she was lying naked next to me. And yet, she didn’t pull away. I had smoked in front of her, I had smoked when she was blowing me, and I had smoked when she lying on the bed naked, crying. And yet, she was lying there with her face buried in my shoulder.
I felt Vani reach for my dick. It wasn’t hard, but her caresses made it twitch. She touched the base of my dick, drew circles on my bladder, and caressed my thighs. It was when she coiled her fingers around my dick that I started getting hard. She didn’t move her face, she didn’t look me in the eyes, but she jerked me off. I stayed like that, till the bed cover was interfering with my hard on. I held the cover up near my crotch area, to give my dick more room, and for her to jerk me off.
Vani wordlessly made her way to my dick inside the cover. She took me raising the cover as a gesture for her to blow me. She licked the length of my dick, before taking it in. As she did that, she kept touching my balls. Those touches were gingerly, and I think she was doing it more out of curiosity than out of her knowledge of how to make a man cum faster. My balls were heavy and sensitive. Her touches were more confident than they were an hour ago, and so was her mouth. She was doing all these under the cover. I couldn’t see what was happening, except for the cover to go up and down. I closed my eyes and concentrated on every bit of sensation that I felt on my dick.
I felt Vani resting her elbows on my thighs, I heard the slurp sounds that she was making, every time she took out my dick to get some air. The squeezes she was giving on my balls, were painful but it also brought me closer and closer to cumming.
I don’t know, how, but she knew when I was about the cum. Even before I pressed her head down, through the cover, Vani had taken my entire length inside her mouth. I could feel the back of her throat tightening around me. When I was cumming, she reflexively tried to pull away. My grip on her head was too hard for her to move away. She kept tapping my thighs but I was too lost in the moment to respond to those taps.
I let her head go after I had drained every drop of my cum. She coughed and threw the cover away. She had teared up, and short of breath. She lied on my thighs, with her arms spread wide open, her naked breasts heaving. She kept taking gulps, trying to swallow thick load I had given her in the throat.
After she caught her breath, she crawled besides me. I kissed her on the lips. Her mouth smelled of my cum as she kissed me deeply. I turned to her sides, and wrapped my leg around her.
I don’t remember when we drifted to sleep, but it was past 3 PM when I woke up. Vani had her arms wrapped around me, but I pried out of them. She opened her eyes, still in sleep. She turned to the other side, as I got up to get a cigarette. Despite draining myself inside her mouth, I woke up with a hard-on. Vani sleeping naked next to me didn’t help.
As I smoked by the window, I looked at Vani’s bare shoulder, and stroked myself. I didn’t mean to get so close to cumming, but I was. I threw the cigarette away and walked up to the side of the bed where her face was. I kissed her cheek, and held her by the hair. She opened her eyes, in protest, wanting to go back. But in front of her eyes, was my raging dick. She opened her mouth, but closed her eyes.
I rested a knee on the edge of the bed, and entered her mouth. Even in sleep, she sucked me. But I didn’t need much sucking. I thrust inside her mouth, and the warm & wet friction of her mouth was enough to push me over the edge. When I took out my dick to cum, she still had her mouth open. My first spurt hit her tongue. She closed her lips. The second spurt hit her lips. I rubbed the last of cum on her cheek. The cum on her lips had trickled down, staining the pillow below her lips. Vani adjusted herself, she put her hands below the pillow, and went back to sleep, with her cheek glazed in cum.
After I came for the second time and Vani was still sleeping, I wanted to go away. There wasn’t much to talk, and Vani hadn’t said a single thing since the time she had my dick inside her mouth, almost 2 hours back. I texted Sushri to pass some time, but it had always been difficult to talk with her without a hard dick.
When Vani was awake, she sat up abruptly. She looked around to find me. She touched her cheek, my cum had formed a sticky layer on her cheek and her chin. She quietly got up and walked to the bathroom. I had worn my jeans by then. She didn’t look at me when she was putting her clothes back on. Her expression was a mixture of anger and distaste. I wanted to ask her what she was thinking, but I was too bored back then to get into such intricacies of conversation.
She adjusted her hair in the mirror, turned around to see if she looked okay, and said, “Let’s go”
It was 5 PM then, still an hour before she had to be inside her hostel. But I said, “Okay”
When Vani got off the Ola in front of her hostel, it was the last time I saw her in person. She did turn around to wave at me, but there was no smile. In the days to come, over texts she would tell me that she expected other things from this relationship. I told her that we can have a talk about it. However, she told me that she didn’t want to have anything to do with me. I was talking to Sushri back then about an upcoming meet-up, and I didn’t protest much to Vani going away. We got in touch a few years later. she was still studying. She was in a loving relationship with a guy, who looked a lot like her ex-boyfriend. She told me that they will get engaged soon.