Author: Bob Williams Title: Haruka's Education Part: Chapter 1 of 20 Universe: The Megumi Stories Summary: A young girl is prepared for a career as a Japanese sex artist Keywords: Mf, Japan ===== HARUKA'S EDUCATION 01 By Bob Williams and Haruka Sekine CHAPTER I The Girl with Sensitive Breasts "Please be gentle," said Haruka, "they're very ..." I guessed she intended to say "sensitive". But the time for words was past, and she could only moan and groan helplessly as I brushed my fingertips slowly over the silky skin of her firm young breasts, stopping occasionally to pinch the rock-hard nipples. We had had this conversation before - at our first meeting in fact. I had been undressing her, unclipping her lacy white bra and letting it slip unwanted down her arms and to the floor as I prepared to kiss her firm breasts, relishing the faint aroma and flavour of the slight dampness natural to skin which has been concealed under tight clothing. As - I like to think - a connoisseur of young Japanese girls' breasts I find that hint of perspiration a sweet appetiser for the pleasures ahead, but it has to be enjoyed at once before it evaporates as the open air caresses her freshly exposed nakedness. "Please be careful," she had murmured anxiously at that first encounter. "My breasts are very sensitive ... if you excite them too much I - I - " "Yes?" I whispered, my lips in the valley between the firm, not yet fully grown mounds. "I can't help it ... I just go off - I sort of explode!" she got out at last with an embarrassed giggle. On that occasion I postponed the explosion as long as I could while I explored her young, hairless body. But it came soon enough, and was undoubtedly gratifying. A sixteen-year-old schoolgirl whom you have known for little more than an hour screaming with lust under your touch and begging you to satisfy her is certainly that. Our first encounter had been a little over a week ago, on the first evening of the summer holidays, a good time to meet attractive young girls just released from the constraints of school uniform and discipline and keen to display themselves, pretty butterflies on their first flights after leaving the chrysalis. Haruka was a small girl, 152 centimetres or a touch under five feet in height, but once out of sensible school shoes she liked to add what she could to her stature by wearing the highest heels she could manage. The tall narrow heels also forced her to take sexy and sophisticated little steps rather than striding clumsily along, and made her pretty legs even more shapely. The microskirt she was wearing - until I helped her take it off - made it impossible to ignore her legs. Not that one would want to. But forcing one's eyes to move on upwards over the sweet curve of her bottom, one came to a slim waist; and to breasts - did I mention this? Well, let me have the pleasure of mentioning it again - which were firm with hard little nipples and still growing. No doubt when they were fully grown Haruka would start wanting implants to make them bigger still, as so many modern Japanese girls do, and would work extra hard to raise the money. That would be a pity, I thought - the implants, I mean, not the extra work as a sex-kitten. It was none of my business as we would both have moved on by then, but the way her breasts were developing they were likely to balance the sweet swell of her hips exactly without any artificial help. When I first discovered Japanese girls and started enjoying sex with them Japan was not obsessed with breast size like the West - but things are changing. Implants are a matter of course among the sex-video stars, nude models and strippers whom young girls like Haruka admire and who are their role-models as they dream of following them into careers in studios and nightclubs. Returning to Haruka's breasts and continuing upwards: she had a cute round face with big eyes and a wide soft mouth which she knew how to use, and long naturally wavy hair hanging half-way down her back. Like many small girls she was a bundle of energy, especially sexual. I was delighted with her. Of course she had a growing number of other lovers and I had no intention of remaining faithful myself, but during our meetings she devoted herself whole-heartedly to pleasuring me and enjoying the things I did to her in return. "Please teach me something new!" she would say eagerly, and I was delighted to oblige. I was more familiar now with her reactions to the things I liked to do to her breasts. I was able to hold her back, just a little, while I continued to enjoy them, blending the kissing and tickling with the occasional nibbling and pinching which I knew stimulated her latent masochism. Of course she did not know she was a masochist: the sensation of having her nipples pinched and teased was to her only an integral part of the intense sexual pleasure which her new breasts gave her. When a girl of Haruka's unsophisticated age bursts suddenly into sexual blossom, she is overwhelmed by so many brand-new feelings that she embraces them all eagerly: subtle distinctions between pleasure and pain come only later.[1] My hands swiftly released her waist-band and pulled down her wide microskirt. Now I could move my lips down her heaving stomach until I was able to push the narrow band of her thong aside and position my mouth comfortably over her hairless pussy. Her thick juice was already flowing and as I slurped it up greedily she showed her appreciation of the pleasure I was giving her by pressing my head tightly into position with her hands and locking it there with her plump but firmly muscled thighs. I would happily have stayed there for longer, my tongue digging deep into her tight young pussy, but after a few minutes she released me. "Oh, thank you - that was so lovely! But please fuck me now! I just can't wait!" "Greedy!" I said, trying to smile through the sticky nectar coating my lips. "You don't mind, do you?" she asked anxiously. "Being greedy for sex, I mean?" "Of course not! Anyway, I'm the greedy one - drinking all your pussy-juice!" She giggled delightfully. "Not all of it!" she said flirtatiously. "There's always more!" "I know ... I know ... and I always want more! Where would you like to be fucked?" She opened her eyes wide and pretended to be naïve. "In my pussy ... but in my mouth too ..." "Of course ... here on the floor? In the bedroom?" "Ohh ... On the terrace, please. Where people can watch. Is that all right?" she added, now sounding anxious again. "Yes of course! I enjoy it too. And they must be used to it by now." I rose to my knees, scooped up her nakedness in my arms and staggered to my feet. The sliding door to the balcony of my apartment, grandly described as a terrace, was already unlocked and slightly open. I had guessed Haruka would want to be fucked there: it was in reality unlikely that anyone would see us now that it was dark, but I had discovered on our very first encounter that shameless dreams of being watched as she fucked added to the innocent pleasure she found in sex. And of course this shamelessness, unusually frank in so young a girl, titillated my lust for her. I pushed open the sliding door with one foot, carried her out into the cool evening air and arranged her on the _futon_ which was lying ready on the balcony floor. "Let me suck you a little more first," I said. "Now who's greedy!" she said, trying unsuccessfully to look disapproving. "Yes, but turn round so I can suck you too." "You'd better come on top, then." She giggled prettily and I lay on my back while she scrambled into position. I held her slim waist in my arms. Her thong was held in place only by a triangular metal clip in the small of her back where the three tiny straps met. I quickly unhooked it, threw the little scrap of wet cloth aside and clamped my mouth over her juicy pussy. I felt her clever fingers with their long pointed artificial nails begin to stroke and tickle my cock, then slide it part of the way into her wide mouth. I responded by flicking the tip of my tongue across her cute little clitoris in a way I knew she found maddeningly stimulating. I gripped her firm round bottom to stop her bouncing away from me in her excitement. Soon she could stand it no longer. I felt her mouth slide off my cock which began to feel cold as her saliva cooled in the evening air. "Fuck me, darling! Oh, please fuck my pussy!" she cried. "I _can't_ wait!" I let go of her bottom and she quickly twisted round to face me. Again I felt her fingers on my cock, now holding it purposefully. She brought her knees up to the level of my waist: she was kneeling upright as she brought the head of my erection into contact with the entrance to her vagina. Then, with maddening slowness, teasing us both now that she had what she wanted, she began to feed it into her cunt, gradually impaling herself on it as she did when masturbating with a dildo. Which in a way was just what she was doing now. It didn't bother me to have my cock used as a sex-toy. In fact I enjoyed it. If a dildo could speak, would he object to being a device with which girls pleasured their cunts and gave themselves orgasms? Of course he wouldn't. He would take pride in his work and be pleased when he gave satisfaction to his mistresses. I could tell she wasn't far off coming. I intended to take much longer over achieving my own climax, even though the tightness of her young, elastic pussy as it slithered up and down my cock was wonderfully stimulating. After all, I could come only once while she would, I hoped, come again and again - I am not jealous of girls' capacity to enjoy multiple orgasms, though I know some men are. I enjoy watching them come repeatedly and I love knowing that I am the cause: yes, the human dildo again! To help her on her way I reached up with one hand and stroked those famously sensitive breasts, first one then the other. She moaned and I interpreted her incoherent cries as begging me not to stop. Well, I wasn't going to, of course: the lovely firm handfuls of smooth flesh with their rock-hard points felt so good against my palm. In fact I was planning to increase her pleasure yet further in a way that would be new to her - although I was sure she was ready for it and longed for it without knowing that she did. With the other hand I felt under the edge of the _futon_ for something I had hidden there: a pair of metal clamps, made like small clothes-pegs but with the little jaws curved rather than flat so that when closed they would encircle the nipple with a tight embrace.[2] Each clamp had a pretty silver bell hanging from a short chain. With my left hand caressing her breasts I held her right nipple in position, then, holding a clamp in my right so that the bell would not tinkle and give me away, opened the little metal jaws and fed the erect point between them. Slowly I let go and allowed the spring to drive the points of the serrated jaws hard into her nipple. The teeth were not quite sharp enough to draw blood but under the pressure of the spring would deliver the most exquisite pain to her sensitive breast. The little silver bell tinkled prettily as she writhed under the unexpected stimulation. "Wha - a - ?" she gasped incoherently. She was so startled that she forgot to rise and fall over my cock, which was now being pleasured only by the rhythmic pulsing of her cunt muscles. "Just a little toy," I said vaguely. "Decoration. I think you'll like it. Hold still, there's another one." "Ooh ... yes _please_!" I took the left nipple gently between finger and thumb, made sure it was as hard and erect as it could be, then slowly attached the second clamp. As the sharp teeth of the round metal jaws bit she screamed and wriggled, making the bells swing wildly, begging me to take it off - _not_ to take it off - and then, quite suddenly, started to come. It was a beautiful sight, her sweet face convulsed with orgasmic ecstasy, her hands feeling for her breasts, her back arched and writhing helplessly as she straddled me and the unconstrained music of her orgasm rang out across Akasaka. "Oh, that was wonderful ... they're lovely ... thank you so much!" she babbled as she gradually returned to earth. Then, remembering her sexual manners, she became aware that I had not yet come and set to work to bring me to climax. It did not take long: her enthusiasm, her pleasure in the new experience of the nipple-clamps, and the charming sight and sound of the bells swaying from her tortured breasts soon brought me to the point of no return and her to yet another orgasm as we came beautifully together. After she had sucked and licked me clean she disappeared to the bathroom. I hauled myself to my feet and waited for her return, leaning on the rail of the balcony and looking out over the evening lights and traffic on the hill of Akasaka. Suddenly I felt her arms round me and her fingers caressing my now resting cock as she crept up behind me. From their pressure against my back I could tell she was still wearing her nipple-clamps. When I could bear to leave her embrace I turned round to face her. She had taken the opportunity to put on her high-heels again but was otherwise nude. Apart from the clamps, of course. I put out a finger and made the bells sway and tinkle. "Nice?" I asked unnecessarily. "Wonderful! Thank you so much! Ooh, they feel so good, they're sending lovely shivery feelings through me all the time. And they look so pretty - I checked in the mirror." "I knew you'd like them." "Yes ... I didn't know ... do other girls wear them?" "Oh, yes. Lots of girls do. That is, girls with sensitive breasts like yours. And of course there are different types. You can get discreet ones flat enough to wear under your clothes in public so no one else will know." "Ooh, what fun! Can you - I mean, is it possible to make them, you know ..." "Tighter?" She blushed prettily and nodded. "Yes. There's a little screw which adjusts the spring - let me show you. Since I guess you'll be wearing them often ..." "_Always_!" she said firmly. "These ... and the other types you said girls wear. I want to try them all." I showed her how to make the adjustment, and she sighed happily. "Lovely. I took them off in the bathroom and wiped my breasts, then had a look before putting them on again ... I just adore the way the sharp points, you know, the little metal teeth pierce me ..." I took her in my arms and kissed her. The metal clamps pressing against my chest excited me almost as much as their loving bite did her. I felt very happy for her. Introducing a girl to her latent masochism is like letting the genie out of a bottle in a fairy-story: it can never be suppressed again and the beauty of ecstatic sexual agony will delight her and her lovers ever afterwards. "I just adore the way you love every kind of sexual stimulation," I said. "Of course I do!" she said. "But this is new," she went on more thoughtfully. "I mean, you sometimes pinch my nipples, quite hard, and spank my bottom, and I wonder why I like it so much when it ought to hurt, but this ..." "In sex, pleasure and pain are the same thing," I said, trying not to sound too like a schoolteacher. "Every girl discovers that. Well, there are some who don't, poor things: a girl has to be introduced to pain lovingly. Then it will work for her." "As you did me. Thank you!" She stood on tiptoe, her sexy spike heels lifting off the floor, and kissed me. The bells attached to her breasts swung and tinkled charmingly. "From now on," I continued, "you'll want your lovers to give you pain as well as pleasure. They'll be delighted to oblige. I think you are discovering the difference now. Between pleasure and pain, I mean. Except that they're the same thing ... anyway, there are so many lovely ways of torturing a girl. I'll show you. I promise you'll enjoy it as much as I will." "Er ... did you say _torturing_? Are you sure I'll enjoy that?" "Of course. The way I do it. I told you: now you've found out about it, you'll be able to enjoy both pain and pleasure. One enhances the other, and once a torture session has properly begun you can't tell them apart. That's one of the wonderful things about being a girl." "Ooh, yes, please! When can we start? With the torture? Will it be very cruel?" Her hands were fiddling with her nipple-clamps again. I noted that she relished the very words "cruel" and "torture", savouring them as she did a mouthful of cum. We had progressed immediately from sexual stimulation through pain to torture: very promising. Nonetheless I decided to reinforce the basic concept that everything I, and all her future lovers, did to her served just one purpose. "Remember, there's no difference between pain and pleasure. They're just parallel ways of driving you to orgasm." "How wonderful! And you know I want to have orgasms all the time. There's nothing I want more." She paused for a moment. "And will you enjoy torturing me as much as I'm going to enjoy being tortured?" Again that pretty mixture of pleading and relish in her voice whenever she repeated the word "torture." "Of course," I said. "I shall love doing it!" She gazed up at me, and then turned and looked out at the lights of Akasaka - a girl standing full of wonder on the threshold of a new world of sensual enrichment. I was awed by the thought that the privilege of introducing her step by step to its delights was mine. With one arm still round her I led the way to a couch which stood at one end of the balcony. I noticed that she was careful to take the dainty little steps in her high-heels which she knew made my balls tingle with lust for her. We sat down and she lay against me, her hands still playing with the new toys biting into her sensitive breasts. "Tell me how you came to love sex," I said, when we were settled. She looked up at me. "I'm sure I've told you already," she said. "Then tell me again." "Well, I was thirteen. That's the age most girls begin, I guess." "Uh-huh." "I can't exactly remember how it happened. It was a dare, I suppose, but who was daring and who was being dared I've no idea. There I was with a boy - his name was Takamitsu and he was at least a year older than me - and he was showing me his cock. I'd never seen one before. Not erect, anyway. I was fascinated! I couldn't take my eyes off it. And then somehow, I don't know how, I had it in my hands. At first I was afraid I would hurt him or damage it, it looked so raw and helpless, but he kept telling me I was doing the right thing, stroking it, loving it with my hands ..." She was doing it to me now, with the hand that wasn't busy with her breasts. It was certainly the right thing. "And then - well, you can guess what happened!" She giggled delightfully. "He came all over my hands. I was horrified. I'd never known such a thing could happen. I thought I'd done something terrible. But when he recovered he kept telling me what I'd done was wonderful, not terrible at all, and thanked me again and again, and at last I believed him." "So you did it again." "Of course! When he asked me so nicely, and made me feel so - you know - appreciated." "And then?" "Well, I don't know how it happened," she continued with a charming blush, "but somehow ... on one occasion soon after that ... it sort of slipped into my mouth." "I wonder how," I murmured. With all the stimulation she was giving me, I felt it would soon be time my cock did the same. "I suppose I must have been kissing it ... I did that a lot, it was _so_ beautiful and felt so soft and yet firm against my lips ... and it just sort of ... and it somehow felt so _right_, as if it was in the place where it was meant to be, where it belonged." "One of the places," I said lazily. "One of the three places." "Yes. I know that now, of course. And he encouraged me to suck it with my lips, and lick it with my tongue, and then ..." "He came." "Of course. I wasn't sure I liked the taste at first - isn't that strange, when now I just can't get enough of it!" "Not really. I don't suppose you liked raw sea-urchins the first time you tried them." "Yes, that's true. Anyway, after that first time there was no going back. And he kept on wanting us to meet again, and begging me to do it to him more and more ... and I was so happy to be liked and valued ... and I suppose he must have told his friends about me, because one day instead of just him wanting me to suck him there was a whole group of them. He was a bit embarrassed, I think. I suppose he had started by inviting one friend to come with him and meet me, and then it got out of control and lots joined in. Of course he tried to be male and dominating and tell me I had to take them all - but he didn't need to bully me because I was thrilled! Even though I pretended to be shy at first. And _of course_ I took them all! It was fantastic! And I begged them to do it all again, and take me again, and bring more of their friends next time. That was the beginning!" "Oh, you are a wonderful girl!" I murmured. "Do you really think so? Don't all girls do that? Or want to, at least?" "All the girls I know. Or want to know." "I wasn't the only girl sucking boys' cocks, of course. There were several of us who really enjoyed doing it. Sometimes we had competitions - to see who could take the most boys in a session, or who could make her first cock come quickest, or make it last longest. Oh, it was _such_ fun! The other girls were good, too, and got better and better, so I had to work hard to keep up! But the boys always said I was the best and pleased them most. Don't you think that was nice of them?" Suddenly she scrambled to her feet, and pulled me up after her. "Let me do it to you now!" she said. "Of course. I thought you'd never ask. How do you want me?" "I want to kneel in front of you. The traditional way. Talking about all those boys has reminded me of how good that is. But ..." "Yes?" "When you're ready, come over my breasts. I haven't had that yet today." "You know it's important, don't you?" I said, suddenly becoming the dominant _sensei_. "Especially while your breasts are still growing. You must rub cum into them at least once a day. It makes them grow more but keeps them firm at the same time."[3] "Yes, I know," she said patiently. "That's why I'm asking you to come all over them." "There's some oil on the table," I said, gesturing vaguely towards the bottle as I took up position, legs apart at the edge of the _futon_. "Yes. Good. But if you don't mind I'll take you in my mouth first. Don't you dare come though! When I think you're getting near we'll switch to _paizuri_." I had told Haruka about _paizuri_ - stroking with the breasts - and described what happened in bath-houses known as _sopurando_ or "soaplands" where lovely nude girls washed their equally naked customers by caressing them with their slithering soapy bodies. She had been thrilled and was now keen to get work as a bath-girl - she had confided to me that it had become the basis of some of her most satisfying masturbation fantasies. She knelt upright on the _futon_ and began to stroke my cock with her hands. She smiled up at me provocatively and gave the head a little kiss with her lips, then teased it with the tip of her tongue, pretending to want to enter its hole. A bubble of pre-cum had already formed there, and for a moment she withdrew her lips while she made a big performance of tasting and enjoying it. Then she became more serious about the job in hand. Her tongue protruded fully from her mouth and began to slurp round the whole length of my cock. Already I was so overwhelmed that I was having difficulty standing upright and had to steady myself with one hand on her head. I couldn't help pulling her towards me: her mouth opened willingly and her lips began to slide tightly up my shaft while her liquid tongue continued to embrace and caress it. At this rate, I thought, she will have to switch to _paizuri_ now, at once. Should I warn her that I am dangerously close to coming or does she know? Suddenly I felt the head of my cock pushing against the back of her throat, my shaft only part-way into her mouth. In the intimate grip of the love-hole, one of the three tight sheaths made by nature to hold it, my cock could feel her swallowing. Would she ... could she? Yes! She flattened her tongue, opened her throat and with agonising slowness began to draw me deep, deep into her. Oh, the clever girl! I wondered where she had learnt that trick. It was no surprise that she had been so popular with the boys at her school = she must have been a lovely little schoolgirl tart! The constriction of her throat steadied me and I was able to get my imminent ejaculation under control. The throbbing of my cock was now beautifully in time with her rapid pulse. Could there be a more blissful demonstration, I wondered for a moment, of perfect harmony between two loving people? I pulled her head and face even more tightly into my groin, feeling my yearning cock straining even more deeply towards her stomach. Oh, if only this could go on for ever! It couldn't, of course. She knew exactly how long she could afford to let me stay inside her if I was to do my duty in anointing her breasts with my sperm. Gradually she pulled back and forced me to withdraw. At last we were apart and she twisted elegantly away from me as she unclipped the clamps from her nipples and reached for the oil bottle on the table. Looking up at me teasingly, she poured some of the contents over her firm, erect breasts, put the bottle down on the floor and began to smooth the thick liquid over them. "Ready?" she whispered flirtatiously. I did not waste time replying. She was kneeling upright now, and we were at once united again, my cock finding its place in the valley of her breasts. For a moment she held it there, then began to stroke it, squirming her slippery breasts against its sensitive underside. Just as before my hands had been grasping her head, now hers were holding my buttocks, the oil left on her fingers making them slide agreeably over my skin. I was seconds away from coming now: we both knew it, but she did her best to postpone the inevitable by pulling away for a few moments. Then she could wait no longer and began to bring me to climax with slow teasing strokes of her breasts. At the same time I felt something long and slim begin to penetrate my anus. I shouted with joy and surprise as the oiled finger snaked its way inside me and began to tickle my prostate. Nothing could stop my orgasm now, and the jolts of hot sperm forced their way up my cock and spurted onto her while I leaned forward and hugged her to me. I had intended to take control of the final moments, stroking my shaft and spraying my cum in pretty blobs and streaks over her breasts and face. A girl looks so beautiful when she receives the gift of love like that! But her playful attack deep into my anus made such a climax impossible, and I came between her firm breasts as if they were joining together to create a fourth love-hole in which to imprison me - as indeed they were.[4] I fell forward onto the _futon_, taking my weight on my hands and forearms but pushing her back into a pretty tangle of twisted body and folded legs. "Thank you - that was lovely," she said politely as she began to rub the mixture of oil and semen into her breasts. "I enjoyed it too," I said. I suddenly noticed that the long pointed nail was missing from the middle finger of her right hand. "Hey!" I said, grabbing hold of it, "where's your ... you didn't ...!" "Of course not! Don't be silly!" she managed to say among a cascade of giggles. "I pulled it off first. Didn't you notice? Here!" She hunted in the folds of the rumpled _futon_ and held up the little plastic decoration, then returned to massaging and caressing her breasts. When she had finished for the moment we wriggled together back along the _futon_ till I was lying propped up against the couch and she was leaning comfortably against my chest. "Tell me again how you came to work at the strip-club where I met you," I said. She looked up at me with a smile. She did not complain that I had heard the story several times before: she knew how its relation aroused me. With one hand she gave my soft cock an affectionate squeeze and stroked it, gathering the last drops of cum on her oily fingers; then added them to the thick liquid already massaged into her breasts and making them gleam like well-cared-for machinery. As of course they were. "Well," she began, "the boy who was my main lover, so to speak - the one who brought his friends to see me so he could show me off and told me I had to suck them _all_ - he had a sister at the school. And he introduced me to her. Her name was Kazue. I was so flattered! And a bit shy, too. She was nearly two years older than me and normally a girl as grown-up and sophisticated as that wouldn't bother even to notice juniors of fourteen. But she seemed really interested in me and what I was doing, and taught me a lot about how to do it better and please the boys more. And she gave me supplies of contraceptive pills. Of course that meant I could let the boys come in my pussy. They'd been begging me to let them do that and I wanted them to do it - oh, so much! - but of course I was scared of what might happen. At last I was free to let them do what _they_ liked, and something I hoped - knew - _I_ would like!" "Lovely for you," I murmured. "Who took your cherry? Who was your first real lover?" "Taka-san, of course. The one whose cock I had first taken in my mouth. That was only fair! I told him I would allow him to do everything he wanted ... very shyly, of course ..." "Of course." "And he arranged a sort of little ceremony. All his friends came, and sat around and watched, and his sister was there to help me. She held me in her arms while he took me. And when he had done that - I remember thinking it was very quick, that first time - and Kazue had accompanied me to the bathroom and helped me clean up, I invited the others to take me too ... any way they liked, in my pussy, in my mouth, spraying their cum over me. It felt so wonderful not to have to worry any more, to be able to do anything I wanted and let them do absolutely everything they wanted to do to me! Ooh, _that_ was a thrill!" "I bet it was. But you're amazing ... not many girls can take a whole string of lovers their first time. Most need a day or two to recover after their first penetration. Didn't it hurt or anything?" She giggled and blushed slightly. "Well, it was the first time I'd taken a real cock in my pussy, of course. But I'd done a lot of _onani_[5] ... you know, with dildos and things like that. Deep inside ... you see, it was so frustrating not being able to fuck for real, because of being frightened about what might happen. So of course after a cock-sucking session I just had to make it up to my pussy in bed at night. And that meant I wasn't really a virgin when Taka-san took me that first time. And I did so want to have them all take me, and make them all pleased with me!" "You're the most fantastic girl I've ever met!" I said - and meant it. "After that, I was always happy to have sex with just one boy of course, but what I really loved best was being taken by a whole lot of boys at once - one at a time while the others watched, or all together." Her fingers crept back to her breasts, which still shone slightly from the mixture of oil and cum and were perfumed with the lovely aroma of sex. She stroked her hard nipples, pulling them forward and making sure they were fully erect. "I'd like to wear my clamps again now, please. Will you put them on for me?" With a bit of wriggling I was able with one hand to retrieve the little instruments of pleasing torture from where she had left them, while keeping hold of her with the other. When I was back leaning against the couch I caressed one breast, and then she held it ready for me as I prepared to attach a clamp. I could feel her heart beating fast in expectation of the pain she had learnt to love so much. "Tight, please," she said in a little, breathy voice. "As tight as it will go." "Are you sure?" "Of _course_ I'm sure!" I withdrew the clamp and adjusted it. Then I placed the serrated steel jaws over her nipple and slowly released them. "Ohhh! Beautiful ... the other one, please ..." Making her wait for it, I gradually attached the other clamp at full bite. She snuggled happily against me, the little bells swaying and tinkling. I could feel my erection hardening. It was difficult to say which of us was more aroused: she by the exquisite torment of her sensitive breasts, or I by the knowledge of her arousal and the beauty of her decorated and tortured body. FOOTNOTES [1] It is an interesting question which is the more enjoyable sexual partner: a girl who embraces all the sensual novelties of puberty with equal enthusiasm, greedily munching her way through the big box of chocolates with which her body and its lovers have suddenly presented her; or a girl who has learnt to distinguish pain from pleasure and to relish the extra layer of perverted ecstasy which the most exquisite tortures will grant her as she shrinks from them and begs her lovers for mercy. Does a girl give me more pleasure when she is begging me to whip her or when she is imploring me not to hurt her? Impossible to say, of course: but how agreeable it is that both reactions to the whip and its joys exist among Japanese girls - or indeed in the same girl depending on her mood. - B W [2] Many men make do with ordinary wooden or plastic clothes-pegs when clamping a girl's nipples and they are of course fun to use - as well as being cheap! But it is worth trying out the more sophisticated types available from shops selling sex-toys. Metal clamps look prettier than the standard clothes-pegs, I think, and can of course be found with specially strong springs or sharpened teeth to increase your girl's pleasure and enhance the pretty music of her screams. When you think about it, clamps with round jaws to encircle the nipple fully must be more pleasurable than the ordinary flat type, and the teeth will grip more tightly when you add to her enjoyment by suspending weights from them. - B W [3] I have no idea if this is true. It may not be. But Japanese girls believe it is true, which is what matters. - B W [4] If you have ever had your prostate examined in a doctor's office, you may have found that as the doctor touches it you have an immediate erection. Most men are hideously embarrassed when that happens, but there is no need to be: it is a natural reaction, as skilful girls like Haruka know very well! Anal penetration by a pretty girl playing the part of a dominatrix and wearing a suitably slender strap-on can be a most agreeable variation in a sex-session. - B W [5] Masturbation, especially female. Despite what many Japanese think, it is not a native Japanese word preceded by an honorific _o-_, as in _o-cha_ (tea) or _o-hashi_ (chopsticks). It comes from Onan, the Old Testament character (Genesis xxxviii 8-10) who is slain by God because he "spilled [his seed] on the ground" in order to avoid getting his brother's widow Tamar pregnant. This "crime" and its punishment have been cited by religious bigots in the Judaeo-Christian tradition ever since in fulminating against the abomination of masturbation or onanism. In fact, as the story makes clear, Onan's "crime" was to have practiced the withdrawal method of birth control, a procedure which even the Roman Catholic variety of Christianity allows. Such are the lunacies of religious teaching on sexual matters. It is pleasing that poor Onan's reputation has been rescued by posthumously giving his name to a delightful and harmless activity in which nearly all Japanese girls indulge every day. - B W [Next in Part 02: Chapter II: Experiences] For complete series so far see /files/Authors/Bob_Williams Comments welcome at bobwilliams1@tiscali.co.uk