Disclaimer This is a work of erotic fiction. The subject is erotic in nature and may not be to your liking. The author does not endorse the lifestyle or acts that are described here. It is meant solely for the reader's pleasure. If such literature turns you off, you are requested to stop reading here. Please do not try these things at home. What may read as exciting acts may be fatal to the participants if performed in real life. If you are still here, I hope you enjoy the story. Your comments, brickbats, and praise are all equally welcome. You can write to me at bentspoon@excite.com. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Knowing Meena – A Chance Encounter The trip to Singapore was quiet and uneventful, if you can call two blowjobs received in the loo as uneventful. As we got off the airplane we promised to try and meet during the two months we were in Singapore. I waited and waited for the call, but it never came. I returned to India alone. Meena never came back to school either. She had resigned and remained back in Singapore. That was all I was told when I inquired about her. Meena had promised to make me a man, but what she had in fact done was created a monster. No woman was safe. I was a quick learner and soon learnt the ropes of how to charm my way into a woman's bed. Many a girl in our school lost their cherries to me. Life moved on, and time passed. It was my 26th birthday and my friends and I were having a party at a pub. As I felt up one of the girls in the back of the pub, I noticed a familiar face walk into the pub and take her place at a corner table. My heart did double takes I looked repeatedly to make sure I had the right person. When I was sure, and done with the babe, I walked over to her table. "Meena?" I asked. She looked up at me for a moment, confusion on her face, and then a smile – a warm smile. "Hi", she said. "Where did you disappear off to?" I asked her. She smiled, "What are you doing here?" she asked without answering my question. "Are you with someone?" I asked her. She shook her head, "No. Sit", she said indicating the chair beside her. "Then come over and join us. Its my birthday today. Come on", I insisted and took her over to our table. The rest of the evening passed in a blur of drinking, and dancing. I tried to keep her company, while not ignoring the rest of the gang. I could see that she wasn't enjoying it, but I didn't intend letting her go once more. After the party had died out I apologized to her and invited her over to my place for a drink and to "catch up on lost time". She smiled at my turn of phrase and accepted. "Promise to be good", she warned me. "Scout's honor", I assured her, with no intention of keeping it. I had had sex with too many women, but she still remained the benchmark. On the drive to my place, she told me that she and her husband had moved to Malaysia a week after we had landed in Singapore. By the end of the holidays she discovered that she was pregnant, and so decided to stay back. A look of dismay crossed my face. She read it properly. "Don't worry, I even had a DNA test done on her. She's my husband's and not yours." I smiled, then we laughed. "Those were the most wonderful two days of my life", I told her quietly. She put her palm on my arm, "Mine too. Believe me, mine too. They have stayed with me always." I smiled back at her. "I guess you must think me a slut for the way I behaved." "You know what? Surprisingly the thought never crossed my mind. It should have, but never did." "Your lying." "No! Honest!" We drove on in silence. "Why did you do it?" I asked her. "I don't know. I really don't. Some of the things we did, I have never even allowed my husband those liberties. I guess I just wanted to be bad, let my hair down. I have often thought back about that day and wondered how it affected you. How it must have shaped your life." "Well in all modesty I can say that you created a Rasputin", I said with a smile. "My God!" "Why?" "I'm so sorry. I really am." "For what? Neither me, nor the women I sleep with are sorry. Why should you be?" "I don't know I have always felt very bad about it. Anyways, tell me about yourself. What do you do?" The rest of the drive was spent in exchanging notes. I told her what I was doing and she told me that she was back in India. Her husband had expired a year ago, and her daughter Samyukta, was studying in Bangalore. So she was planning on moving down to India for good, but she was still undecided. As we walked in through the door of my apartment, I held her hand and closed the door behind us. I felt her body tense up. "I have to kiss you", I told her. I have dreamt about this day for 14 years. I felt her resistance slack and she let me draw her close to me. "Plea…" she started but the contact between our lips cut off what she had to say. Her lips were tight at first, but slowly they slacked, and opened, allowing my thrusting tongue in. She wrapped her lips around my tongue and sucked on it. Our lips met again, I took her lower lip and sucked on it. We kissed again. My hands wandered the bare area of the back that her saree had not covered. Our crotches pressed against each other. As we broke the kiss, we both knew what was going to happen. Wordlessly, I led her to the bedroom. She did not resist. I undid her saree, then her blouse, her skirt, and her underclothes. I lay her back on the bed, and knelt beside it. "I have wanted to admire this body all my life", I told her. I took her mew to be a form of agreement and began to run my fingers gently over her nakedness. When my fingers played over her cunt, a sharp intake of breath let me know she liked it. She spread her legs allowing my fingers access to her insides. She was wet. I stood up and took my clothes. She lay passively. Her face mirrored the battle raging inside her mind. I hurried my undressing before she changed her mind. I climbed on the bed and between her legs. I eased myself into her. As my organ traveled the length of her tunnel, she again took in a sharp breath. She didn't breathe out till I was buried inside her. I kissed her neck, and she raised her head opening her neck to me. I littered it with little kisses, pecks, all over. I began to move slowly. She still lay passively. Unlike the last time I was inside her, my thrusts were measured and slow this time. I nestled myself closer in to her and she spread her legs wider, allowing me deep thrusts. As I thrust harder and deeper, she lifted her legs up in the air. I began to bang hard into her, she let out loud cries with each thrust, which only served in me thrusting harder. "I'm cumming", she screamed. "Harder, harder baby, harder". I banged into her like as if my life depended on it. "Yes. Yes. Yes. Yesssssssssssss", she announced her orgasm. I kept pumping till it passed and then stopped. I lay over her, and listen to her breathing return to normal. My penis was hard and still inside her, but I didn't move. After she was breathing normally, I rolled off her. She looked at me in surprise. "Aren't you finishing?" she asked. "Where are you staying?" She told me the name of a hotel. "Spend the night with me. I have 14 years of frustration to catch up with. I want you slowly." "If that is what will make you happy", she said. "It will." "Then I will stay. Finish your frustrations, your fantasies. Live them all out, I won't refuse you anything", she told me. My penis began to jerk in anticipation. A submissive woman was a constant turn on, and her words were like music to my ears. I reached forward and sucked on her nipple. I was once again a boy of 12 getting my first taste of a woman's skin. Memories came rushing back and I sucked harder, almost chewing on her nipple. I glanced up to see her reaction. Her face was contorted in pain, but she didn't ask me to stop or push me away. "Doggy?" I asked her. "Hmmm", she nodded, and got on all fours. I got behind her, on my knees and put my penis into her. I held on to her hips and began to pump in and out of her. She thrust backwards to match my action and soon I was pistoning in and out of her at a fair trot for that position. I reached forward and grabbed her shoulders for balance. We kept fucking. Even though an air-conditioner cooled the room, I began to sweat with the exertion. I grabbed her hair in a bunch with both my hands and continued to fuck her, using the hair like the reins on a horse. Her head was pulled back, her face tilted upwards, I was sure it was hurting her, but she never asked me to stop or go easy, so I didn't. When my abs could take it no longer, I let go of her hair and pushed her away. We both collapsed on the bed, spent from our individual exertions and pains. She was closer to my bedside table, so I told her to light me a smoke. "I don't know how to light one", she said softly. "I'll teach you. Pick up a cigarette and put it between your lips", I instructed. She complied. I was beginning to enjoy this thoroughly. "Strike a match", I told her. She did. "Hold the flame just lightly touching the tip of the cigarette and breathe in, but don't inhale. Do it like you want air into your mouth and not into your lungs." She did it perfectly and the end of the cigarette glowed red. She handed me the cigarette and I took a deep breath. I pushed myself back and rested my back on the headboard. I held her head gently and lay her on my lap. "You still are the best fuck, you know?" I told her. "Have you had many women?" "More than I care to remember." "Married?" "Yes, married women too." "No, I mean are you married?" "Oh! No, don't think there is a woman who can take the life I will offer her." "What kind of life would that be?" She ran the tip of her finger up and down the length of my penis as we spoke. It was distracting, but it felt so nice that I didn't ask her to stop. "I need sex. It is a need, something raw. No woman would be able to take that, and no one woman can satisfy what I need." She reached out, took my penis in her mouth and sucked on it, and I smoked in silence. "It is because of me, right?" she asked, letting my penis slip out of her mouth. "No. What makes you think that?" "Your first experience with sex was one of pure lust and no love. I did things with you that I never did with anybody else, by that I mean my husband. I didn't do those things with him because I didn't want him to think me a slut. I didn't care what you thought about me. So I let my hair down and gave you a wild ride. Unfortunately for you, that became the benchmark for sex. So you never had sex for love. It is my fault." "Makes sense. You may be right. But that's in the past and I really don't regret it. I like my life. I like the freedom and I love the sex I get." I felt a wetness on my thigh and when I looked closer I realized that she was crying. I sat up and sat her up too, "Hey! Hey! Hey! What's the matter?" "I'm so sorry", she wept. "There is nothing to be sorry about", I told her. I kissed her gently on her lips and wiped her tears away. We both leaned back on the headboard, not speaking. I got her to light me one more smoke and we sat in silence, each in their own thoughts – she feeling sorry for me and me wanting to fuck her. As I ground out the cigarette I got between her legs and slid into her again. "Hard. Do me hard and violent", she told me. I didn't bother with building up the tempo and rammed hard into her. I put my arms under her armpits and around her shoulder. This meant that with each thrust I was pulling her towards me, and as I moved away I let her loose. Each thrust brought a grimace to her face. "Want me to slow down?" I asked, panting. "No. Do it. Do it", she urged me, and I did it. The only sounds in the room were our grunts. I thrashed against her, hard and steady. She squeezed shut her eyes, "I'm cumming", she screamed. I continued pounding. "Come with me. Come with me", she screamed. I speeded up and started spurting. I pounded into her, each thrust leaving more sperm behind. After I was finished, I got off her and walked naked on to the balcony. On the way, I picked up the cigarettes and lit one outside. I let the cool evening breeze wash over me. "Aren't you worried someone will see you?" "I don't care", I told her. She came out, she had a bed sheet wrapped around her. "What if I give you a chance to make up?" I asked her after a long silence. "I will do anything", she said. "Marry me and be my toy", I told her. "I will", she said without a moment's hesitance. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------