This is a follow up to my previous encounter, with Pooja, which earned me acclaim from many readers of this section. But what is discouraging is that those who responded either wanted just to read more such erotic encounters (I don’t use the word ‘stories’ like other writers, as mine are not stories, but real life encounters), or simply failed to keep in touch with me. Now, reading and seeking such encounters is perfectly alright, but once you respond to my encounter, please have the magnanimity to keep in touch. For those who are first timers to my encounters, please note that I am Sunil from Bangalore, aged almost 19 years and was a virgin, until I had a heavenly sexual experience with my former classmate, named Pooja.

We did have sex after that, until one fine day, she became pregnant. And the problem was, we didn’t know who the father was, as she had sex with other guys, once I kinda lost interest. But, still I was her confidant. After little deliberation, she went for an abortion, not exactly in concern for the population problem in India. She seemed to have learnt a lesson after having to undergo an abortion. She simply refused to have sex. But, like most youngsters, the suspension of sexual urge was short-lived. I was in for another treat, and like an icing on the cake, this happened on Valentine’s day. I got at least two proposals to date, dine and wine, but once Pooja made her availability known, I gleefully rejected the two proposals. And so, we were off to Urban Edge, the best pub for youth in Bangalore. We had another pleasant surprise in store. Beer was served on the house, meaning, unlimited beer for free.

What more do we guys want? I gulped till I got high, and to my surprise, Pooja drank too, and much more than I expected her to. We then entered the dance floor, and all that I could see, was my partner and her luscious lips. The music was terrific, and that turned us on. It was smooching galore for the couples present there, and we weren’t to be left out in the race. Then, I heard something from the DJ about some kinda smooching competition. This was the stimulus, we needed nothing more. Boy, was she hot!!! Her dormant desires erupted, and mine too. We smooched and smooched till we dropped dead. The duration of the competition was over, literally everyone had given up, but we wouldn’t. In the kick of the moment, we didn’t even care for the people gazing at us from all sides, they were amazed at our resolve and strength. Perhaps they were amazed at our desperation too (in other words, as the local Bangalore slang goes, Chool ). It needed the intervention of the DJ to stop us, the rampaging couple that we were. And quite rightly, we got the first prize, a set of CDs. Now, we were really desperate. We just wanted to fuck. She virtually pulled me out of the crowded pub, and we got into my car. I haven’t seen her more horny. She was about to strip in the car itself, but I persuaded her to wait for a few minutes, come on, it was still pretty early in the night, and the pub is situated in the heart of the city.

We cant even hope to smooch, in such a busy place, worse still, my car didn’t have tinted glass. Although Bangalore is a small city, we still had to travel a good 10 kms to get to the outskirts of the city, as we couldn’t go to each other’s houses as our folks were at home. We couldn’t even take a room in a lodge, thanks to the new police commissioner. So, my car was the last resort, and to do anything in the vehicle, we needed to go to a secluded place. I drove like never before, as I too couldn’t hold it any longer. I drove towards Bannerghatta Road, where our National park is located. Once we entered the long road, a smile lit our faces, as there were no street lighting on the road (pretty ironic, isn’t it, our faces lighting up for no light?). I wanted to take no chances with the police, and drove as far as lazy policemen couldn’t get. But, Pooja was getting impatient. She yelled at me to pull over, as she was convinced that the place was pretty much away from public eye. Just as my car came to a halt, she pounced on me, and the smooching session resumed. But, I was getting tired of kissing, and wanted to do the ultimate. So we pulled the seat back, and I lay. It was her night. I was at her disposal. And she played with me, like how a wild bull will in a china shop. She gave me a blow job, for the first time, and trust me, the act blew me off. Valentine’s day was a reversal of fortunes for me. All those days when we had sex, I was the one who did the oral favour for her, but today, even without my request, she was having a ball(or was it two balls?).

After a few minutes of suction, we undressed. Her pussy was a great sight, but, I was unhappy for two reasons. Firstly, I dreaded the idea of sucking it, not because I didn’t like doing it, but because I wanted to fuck her, nothing less. Secondly, after I stopped having sex with her, she had sex with other guys. But, the only saving grace was that she wasn’t affected by AIDS, as was revealed in the check-up. We didn’t waste much time in unnecessary foreplay. I quickly rolled a condom over my dick, as I didn’t want to take chances again, remember, she became pregnant last time. She too seemed to have learnt a lesson, and didn’t mind the condom. All the times, we’ve had sex, either I’ve been on top of her, or we’ve done it doggy style. But, this time, she wanted a change, after all it was her day, or rather, night. She caught hold of my erect tool, and guided it into her hole, which accepted my dick like a good receptionist would welcome her clients. Immediately she started pounding me, with all her strength. Just a couple of minutes into the intercourse, we realized, we were inviting nothing but pain. It didn’t take us long to realize that the condom was the spoilsport. We were stuck between the devil and the deep sea. On one hand, fucking without a condom would put her in great risk of getting pregnant, on the other, fucking with a condom, will spoil all the fun. But, we decided that fortune favours the brave. I withdrew my dick, and pulled out the condom, and threw it with utter arrogance. In a matter of seconds, we were once again fucking like dogs.

She was virtually jumping on me, and she was a good vocalist, the sounds she made would make up for half the pleasure. Her breasts were jiggling all over the place. My movements were in perfect synchronization with hers. My sony system was a far cry from her shouts of ‘oooh, aaaah, uhhhhhh, yessssss, u bastard I’m gonna fuck u.’ what? She called me a bastard? Her child will be a bastard, I thought, remember, we were fucking without a condom. I now held her breasts tight, as though I feared they’d fall off any moment. I started getting a little vocal too, but, I mostly preferred to be a silent spectator to her artistry. The occasional vehicle whizzed past, but for the window panes of my car, the noise of the vehicle would have been drowned in the noise of our sex. Irrespective of what happened, Pooja was doing her job with class. I was getting more pleasure than I ever got, yes, even more than my first encounter. Thankfully, I could hold my ejaculation longer than usual, but when the moment of reckoning came, I spurt my load with a huge jerk. She too had her orgasm, and in keeping with her practice, she came with a huge howl, something like oooh ooooh aaaaah!!!!!!!!!! Semen flowed in all directions, but some were definitely sucked in by her vagina, and this gives me another chance to become a father, although I don’t like the idea too much. But I didn’t bother overtly, as we had technology to bank on. Yes, I’m referring to abortion. We were still panting, and staring at each other’s eyes. We recalled our pre-university years, when she hesitated to even speak on phone. And now, she is my slut, ever given into the world of sex. Sex changed her life, I changed her sex life. After a few minutes of hugging and caressing, we dressed ourselves, and made our way back to the city.

We had dinner at a restaurant, and parted. I still haven’t got any news about a possible impregnation. But, when she came home last week, she vomited in my wash-basin……………………..no apprehension yet, but, don’t worry, I will soon update this section with the news and another encounter if any. Till then take care, and restrain from writing unrealistic stories. Make the desi stories section a better place to be in!!!!!! good luck. Please don’t forget to respond to this encounter at junglecricket@yahoo.co.in