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
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Knowing Meena – The Initiation

Meena had been my first sexual encounter. I was 12 and in school then
and she was the principal's secretary. My parents were in Singapore
and as luck would have it, so was her husband. Somehow, my parents got
to know this, so they requested her to accompany me on during the
vacation, since she too was traveling to Singapore.

That is how I ended up lying on a strange bed, in a strange house
(Meena's), and obviously with sleep eluding me.

I resigned myself to the fate of a sleepless night and settled down
with a book. At about midnight, there was a slight tap on my door and
Meena walked in.

"Still awake?"

"I find it difficult to sleep in a new bed. It is normal, so just
reading myself to sleep", I told her.

"Can I come in?" she asked.

"Sure", I said, sitting up on the bed and closing the book after
making sure that the bookmark was in place.

I watched her as she came towards me and felt the familiar stirring in
my loins. This was not a rare or strange sensation. I was at an age
where any woman stirred my imagination. Sex was taboo and all I knew
about it came from books and the few pictures we had seen in
magazines.

The image is still fresh in my memory. She was a light blue saree with
yellow flower prints. Her blouse was sleeveless. She wore the saree
low, her entire stomach visible through the sheer fabric of the saree.

She came and sat at the edge of my bed. Fortunately I had a blanket
over my lap or my "manhood" would have caught her attention for sure.

"So is this your regular pill for sleeping?" she asked me.

My mind was in a whirl. Her perfume was strong and filled my nostrils,
my penis was going crazy, and hormones rushed through my blood like
they were F1 cars on a race track.

I tried to answer, but words refused to form. I nodded, hoping she
would understand.

"How long do you need to read before you sleep?" she asked.

I had slowly begun to regain control of my body and senses.

"A few hours", I told her. My voice was hoarse as I spoke the words.

"Hmm. What if I show you a better way?" she asked me.

"Better way? I don't like pills", I told her.

"No pills. Are you interested?"

"Sure", I told her.

"But you have to promise me never to tell anyone about it. Can you do that?"

"Why?"

"That is how it has to be. If you promise me, then I will show you."

I shrugged my shoulders and said, "Okay".

"Promise?"

"Promise"

I felt her hand on my thigh. Slowly she moved the blanket off my lap.

"Do you play with yourself?"

"N…n…no"

"You can be honest with me. There is nothing wrong if you do. It is a
very natural action. Everybody plays with themselves."

Her palm rested gently over my shorts, cupping my penis. She began to
exert force and knead it slowly.

"Shall we take off the shorts?"

I swallowed. I wanted to scream out "Yes", but the words didn't come.

Fortunately she didn't expect me to answer. She hooked her fingers on
the elastic of my shorts and pulled it off over my penis.

"So nice", she said as her fingers gently held my organ. She held it
with her first two fingers and thumb.

She slid off the bed, kneeling beside the bed, she began to masturbate
me. She rhythmically pumped me, her eyes never leaving my organ. My
breathing came hard, I moaned and then began to spill. The sperm
jumped out of my penis in angry spurts and landed on her palm and
wrists. She kept pumping, sending me into erotic squirms. After I was
dry, she looked up.

"Now lie down and close your eyes. Sleep will come."

She stood up and walked away. At the door she stopped and said, "If
you don't tell anyone we can do this again. If you do, you will never
get it again. Ok?"

She was gone.

I lay there, my penis flaccid against my stomach, wondering about what
had just happened. I reached for my penis and began to play with it.
Soon I was hard again. I tried to listen for sounds in the house, but
there were none. I wondered if Meena had gone to sleep. I tiptoed to
my door, opened it a crack and looked. Meena's door was open, and the
light was on. I tiptoed out of the room and went to her door.

She was still in the saree, sitting on her bed. She had her wrist at
her lips and she was licking my sperm off it. She was doing it slowly,
savoring every drop. My penis jumped up and pleaded for release. I
watched as she finished licking up all the sperm. She looked up after
she was finished and was genuinely surprised to see me.

"How long have you been there?"

"Long enough"

"Come in. Why did you stand outside?"

I went in.

"So what brought you here?"

I still don't know how I got the guts to utter the words I said next.
I told her, "I wondered if I could have one more pill."

"Sure", she said with a smile. "Come closer", she said, crooking her
finger at me.

I went over to her. She hooked her fingers on my shorts. "Let's get
this off first".

She took off my shorts, then my t-shirt, and I was naked. My penis
pointing accusingly at her.

She sat me on the bed, and asked, "Do you mind if I changed into
something more comfortable?"

She didn't wait for an answer. Standing up, she began to undo her
saree, then she took off her blouse, next her inner skirt.

She was in her lingerie now.

"Want to see more?" she asked me.

I nodded.

She reached behind and took off her bra and then she took off her panties.

She took out a nightdress from the cupboard and put in ton. It had
straps on her shoulders, and stopped just below her knees. She came
back to me, and pushed me back gently. I moved backwards till my back
was resting on the headboard. She got on the bed, and lay on her
stomach such that her lips were at my penis. She began to kiss. She
wasn't holding it and my penis jerked from side to side. My pre-cum
attached my penis to her lips in strings. She played with me like that
for a while, then she took me in her mouth.

She began to suck on me like my penis was a bar of candy. I watched
her move her lips over my organ, and the sight was amazing. From time
to time her hair would fall over and cover the view, and I would reach
over and move it out. She would look up at me and her eyes would
smile.

She sucked me forever, and then I came. She kept sucking, swallowing
my cum hot from the oven, so to speak.

After she was done she rolled over and lay next to me.

"Sleep here tonight", she told me.

We held each other and went to bed. As the "pill" took its effects my
last thoughts were, "This is going to be fun."

That was an understatement.
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