Learning_About_Myself.06 THE MEGUMI STORIES 06/06 BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS VOLUME 06: LEARNING ABOUT MYSELF BY SAYAKA ONODERA AND BOB WILLIAMS FINAL REVISED EDITION Part 06 CHAPTER VI Girl Talk The next day at school I behaved well, remembering what I owed to my mother in the double life I was leading. I whispered to my friends that I had had an exciting experience over the weekend, and promised to tell them more during our after-class meeting in the gymnasium. But then my period started and I wasn't able to join properly in our usual session of kissing and petting each others' nude bodies. I didn't have a real "best friend" as schoolgirls often do: after all I was a popular member of our group and we were all friends together. But there was one girl I liked because she was especially sweet-natured and kind. I have already mentioned her: she and I were experimenting with the innocent pleasure of tickling each other's bottoms on that memorable occasion when boys first joined us in the gymnasium. Her name was Masumi and that afternoon she was especially good to me, feeling sorry for me I think that I was unable to indulge in more than kissing and having my sensitive breasts stroked. Masumi was five months older than me and rather plump. At present her breasts and bottom were firm and I was secretly envious of how much bigger they were than mine. One day, I guessed, they would start to sag and be less attractive to her partners, but surely her natural sweetness of nature and submissiveness would always please some men. I was lying in her arms: she was naked of course while I still wore my skirt and knickers. We were kissing tenderly and stroking each other's breasts. Suddenly and without asking if she would like it I pinched one of her nipples quite hard between my fingers. She jumped and our mouths came apart. "Is that nice?" I whispered. "Umm ... yes, yes it is actually." "More?" "Yes please." So I did it to her again, harder, while she moaned with pleasure. "Have you ever worn, you know, clamps?" "On my nipples?" "Yes. You'd like them. They're lovely." "Mm'mm. Have you?" "Yes. In fact I was wearing them most of the weekend. Under my clothes when I was out. They felt wonderful." "Where did you get them?" "A cousin of mine - older than me - is staying at our house. She knows all about things like that! She lent me a pair." That was a somewhat edited version of my experiences with these delightful instruments but it would do for the moment. I continued to pleasure Masumi's breasts with one hand while she lay half on top of me and kissed me gently. Then I let my other hand wander downwards. I stroked her firm round bottom very gently with my fingertips: she shivered and I felt her respond by kissing me more passionately. We had done that to each other quite often since that memorable first occasion, so it did not surprise her. Then, very daring, I raised my hand and gave her a very light slap before resuming my light tickling. This time she did not pull apart from me but murmured her pleasure as we held our kiss. So I did it again, a little harder. She pushed me fully onto my back and held me as if we were really making love. I continued to spank her as she wriggled on top of me. At last she stopped kissing me. "Oh, that's _lovely_!" she said, her eyes wide with excitement. "Please keep doing it!" "It's nice, isn't it? My cousin taught me about that too." I decided to let Masumi think I meant only the pleasures of spanking and said nothing about the use of the whip. If Masumi had not experienced nipple-clamps she probably knew nothing of what a lovingly applied whip could mean to a girl, and I didn't want to frighten her off before she had even started. But the thought of whipping this firm round bottom, or even being allowed to watch while a lover whipped it, excited me. I knew that girls were sometimes bound before being whipped: I had seen photographs in magazines. It occurred to me that Masumi's plump body would look very pretty decorated with ropes. Tight ropes: yes, the tighter the better ... I ground my hips against hers and kissed her more passionately than ever. "I have a plan for Sunday," I said when at last we paused for a moment. "Why don't we meet in the morning - your house would be best, mine is so small - and I could show you my cousin's nipple-clamps and ... and other things. And then we could go to the place I went to yesterday and meet some, you know, friends of mine." And so it was agreed. == Being off sex for most of the week meant that I was able to concentrate on my "other" life. I worked hard and was attentive in class, and Reina was pleased with the way I did my homework. On the Friday she presented me, as promised, with a stock of birth control pills and instructed me on taking them. "Now you can have all the sex you want without worrying about it," she said with a smile. "Enjoy yourself!" "Thank you," I said seriously. "Where did you get them?" "Oh, from a doctor who looks after the girls at my studio," she said airily. "Don't worry: I'll see you get a regular supply even after I've left."[13] "Er ... Reina," I said. "Yes, dear?" "On Sunday I'm meeting a friend. A girl from school. And I'm planning to take her to Yoyogi Park. Where we went together last weekend. Do you mind?" "That will be very nice for you dear. And for your friend. Don't worry about me. I was going to tell you: I'll be busy over the weekend. A rush job at my studio." "Oh. That's all right then. But Reina ..." "Yes?" "Do you think you could very kindly lend us a pair of matching outfits? Like we had together last time? My friend is my height but rather plumper ..." "Of course, dear. I'll find you both something nice." "And ... my friend ... that is, I _think_ my friend would like to experience ... you know, whips, clamps - the pretty things we used together. Do you think you could ...?" Reina looked at me with a merry smile. For a moment I thought she was about to make fun of me, but she was too kind and understanding to do that. "Of course! I'll bring you a selection. All sorts of pretty toys. That will be so nice for you both!" == Without Reina to take me on exciting trips to broaden my sexual experience, Saturday passed rather slowly. I went out with a group of friends as usual, visiting shops and enjoying a simple lunch together, but although I tried to behave as normal my mind was on my plans for the next day. At home I showered and shaved off the black fuzz which was beginning to grow again between my legs. The man who had fucked me in Yoyogi Park had certainly liked my pretence of being even younger than I was! Reina returned in the early evening, bearing a collection of carrier bags; but she refused to show me what they contained till she too had showered and had something to eat. Then I massaged her shoulders and back for her. Of course the massage soon developed into an intensive sex session which more than made up for my lack of activity during the day. "You've no idea how worn out I am!" she said. "It's been such a hard day ... but fortunately there's always sex, isn't there? Nothing like it for relaxing a girl and making her feel life's worth living again! Oh, yes ... that's good! That's _really_ good!" She was lying naked on the floor on her back with her legs apart and her knees a little drawn up, and I was sucking and stroking her beautiful pussy while her hand on the back of my head guided me to the exact spot she wanted me to pleasure. I was deeply flattered that my wonderful cousin, with all her experience, was pleased by my efforts. "Oh ... something new for you," she said, raising herself on one elbow. "Pass me that bag - no, the white one with the black logo." It was the now familiar logo of the shop called Restraint. I pulled out the object it contained and spread it on the floor. It was an enormous imitation cock modelled in hard black plastic with straps attached. "I don't suppose you've ever used a strap-on with your friends, have you Saa-chan?" asked Reina kindly. "Or had it used on you?" I shook my head. I was running my hand along the deeply ridged plastic. It was even nicer than a real erection and I was already longing to feel it inside me. "I was planning to demonstrate it for you, but I'm so lacking in energy tonight I think I'll let you have first go. Let me show you ..." "No, no ... you rest. I'll manage." It wasn't difficult to understand. Clearly one strap buckled round my waist while the other passed between my legs and joined the belt at the back. Reina told me to tighten the straps as much as I could and as I did the huge artificial cock stood up firmly, its tip thrusting towards her. At the other end, behind the straps, was a hard plastic pad covered with rows of blunt spikes which pressed agreeably against my pussy. I gazed down at my new organ, and giggled at the thought that I was looking at something men saw every day. I stroked it slowly, as a man likes to do before entering a pussy. Reina was watching me, and laughed. "Oh, how lovely you look, Saa-chan! Come here and fuck me at once!" She rolled over onto her front and presented her beautiful bottom to me, supporting herself on her knees and elbows. I knelt behind her and guided my cock towards her with my hand as men did. Her pussy was still soaked with the blend of my saliva and her love-juice, and the unevenly moulded black rod began to enter her easily: not smoothly, but purposefully as each carved ridge pushed through the pouting lips of her cunt. I heard her gasp and beg for more. I let go of the cock and grabbed her thighs, pulling her onto me. She began to squeal as each of the heavy edges in the plastic penetrated her. At last I - it - was fully inside her. The spiked pad pressed against my own pussy and gave me almost the same pleasure she was feeling. Then, remembering what men liked to do to me, I pulled out half-way then quickly re-entered her. Again. And again. And again, while Reina screamed and implored me not to stop. Of course I wasn't going to stop. And I soon understood what I suppose was obvious, that there was no reason why I should _ever_ stop. Unlike a real cock, this one would never come, never lose its rigidity and its potency. The only reason to stop would be if I became too tired to continue - and there was no chance of that! In ... out ... in ... out ... Reina screaming and begging at every movement ... the spiked pad stimulating me and bringing me not quite to climax ... Very daring, I took one hand away from her thigh and slapped her on the buttock as I entered her yet again. I was rewarded with an incoherent cry of "Oh yes oh yes oh _yes_ ..." I have no idea how long we continued. At last Reina pulled away from me - not because she had had enough but to take up a new position. She arranged me on my back, knelt over me and slowly impaled herself on my magnificent cock. Now it was her turn to take control of our fucking. At first she held herself upright, but then she gradually leant forward till our breasts were touching, our erect nipples squirming against each other. She began to kiss me, more and more passionately. I felt her begin to climax, and was able to reach her bottom with my hands, helping her to ecstasy by spanking her as she came. After a brief pause, we rolled over without my cock leaving her pussy. I was on top now, and took the initiative again, entering her, part leaving her, entering her again; kissing her; pinching and stroking her breasts till at last we climaxed gloriously together. When our breathing and heartbeats had returned to something like normal, I pulled out of her and sat up. She reached up and held my upper arms. "That was ... oh, it was ... I can't thank you enough!" "Oh, Reina, I owe you so much - I love you so much ... I'm so happy that I pleased you!" "Let's go to bed now. I could sleep for ever! And I have to work again tomorrow ..." I unbuckled the straps and removed the black cock. Together we spread out the _futon_ and lay down, still naked and lovingly entangled. Reina reached out and turned the switch of the floor-lamp so that only the tiny night-light bulb was illuminated. She was asleep in my arms almost at once. In the middle of the night she woke. "Saa-chan ... are you awake?" "Mm'mm ...?" "Please wear the strap-on and do it all to me once more ... take me! Do you mind? I can't sleep till I've had it again!" Of course I didn't mind! I had never felt so happy, and proud, in all my life. == The next morning Reina was businesslike and in no mood to make love again. After we had folded away the _futon_ and had a hurried breakfast, she unpacked her mysterious carrier bags and laid the contents out on the floor. There were three identical dresses: pretty white halter-neck minidresses rather like the sparkling blue one I had worn the previous weekend but the skirts, while just as short, looser and more feminine. One dress was exactly my size; one was slightly bigger and the other bigger still - one of those would surely fit my friend, Reina explained. And I still had the silver high-heeled shoes in three sizes. "I haven't brought any panties," she said. "_Much_ more fun without!" I remembered that the little thongs we had worn in Yoyogi Park the week before had ended up in one of the Park's rubbish bins. The loose skirts of these dresses would swing prettily as we walked, I thought, and offer enticing glimpses of our naked availability! I was already longing to try out the effect. The other bags contained, as Reina had promised, a selection of whips, nipple-clamps and other toys. She showed me that the whips included the straightforward type I had enjoyed at my first experience, but others had many thin lashes decorated with tight knots and there were a couple with a single braided and polished leather thong which creaked sexily when flicked through the air. I was especially interested in the varieties of nipple-clamps: butterfly clamps of the type Bob had used on me and the little metal sleeves which had gripped my nipples so enjoyably under my dress during our expedition last Sunday; but also tweezer types which could be tightened by adjusting a little slide and pretty discs which fitted over the nipples and gripped them delightfully as a central knob was twisted tighter and tighter. Finally, Reina added a pair of canes to the collection: thin flexible slivers of wood sheathed in black leather. "These will really, really hurt!" she said. "I promise you, they make a girl's bottom sizzle for hours. Lovely! But they're for advanced students only. Start with the whips with the leather strips; then the ones with all the knotted lashes; then as a special treat the braided bullwhips. One day, perhaps you'll find they don't satisfy you and your friend any more. Then you are allowed to cane each other, but not before. Don't forget." I promised I wouldn't. "Are they really for me to keep?" I asked uncertainly. "I don't have much pocket-money, you see ..." Reina laughed. "You'll be earning a _lot_ of pocket-money before I've finished with your training!" she said. "Anyway, every girl should own a selection of whips and canes. And learn to use them and enjoy having them used on her. It's a very special moment in a new relationship - when you show your collection to a lover ... you know, very shyly ... and invite him to use them." "Ohhh ..." "The first whipping with a new lover is even more exciting than the first fuck. You'll soon find out! But today you're planning to practice on your friend," she went on, her mood changing suddenly from sentimental to practical. "You'll enjoy it, of course - but it's a very good thing to learn. Men love watching girls whip each other. It'll be useful when you start on your profession. And today of course you also have your strap-on to use on her. Or for her to use on you," she added with a sexy giggle. "Have lots of fun - and tell me all about it this evening." She was about to go, then turned back. "But don't forget - when you whip each other today, the idea is to build up an appetite, not to satisfy it. You can do that, of course, in a real whipping session, but today you're planning to go out together and get fucked, right? Remember how eager you were when we arrived at Yoyogi Park last week? The whip is just to get you started. Make sure you still want sex desperately. That way you'll be sure to get it." She kissed me, and was gone. == Masumi's house was bigger and more modern than mine. Her father was out at his Sunday golf match, of course, but her mother welcomed me and explained that she could not stay long as she was due at a ladies' meeting. With a final warning to Masumi to lock up carefully and not to stay out too late, she left us. Holding Reina's precious carrier bags, we scampered up the stairs together to Masumi's room. Like the rest of the house it had a wooden floor and western furniture. We undressed quickly and sat together on Masumi's bed, kissing and stroking each other's breasts. "Oh, this is _so_ nice ..." Masumi whispered as I gently squeezed and twisted her nipples. "Do you remember I told you about little, you know, toys?" I asked softly. "Things you can wear on your breasts. To make them feel nice." She said nothing, just looked at me with her lips apart and her eyes sparkling. I scrambled off the bed and hunted quickly through Reina's collection. I decided to start her with the butterfly clamps. I showed them to her, then without waiting for permission attached them, first to her left breast and then to her right. The chain joining them sparkled as it swung against her tummy. I added the little bells. Then it was my turn to decorate my nakedness with another pair. Masumi looked at me, then rushed to examine her own breasts in the dressing-table mirror. "Oh, they're beautiful!" she said at last. "And they feel so good! Can't they ... er ..." "Of course they can!" I said, knowing at once what she wanted. After all, I wanted it too: I showed her how pulling on the chain made the pretty steel jaws bite harder, and harder ... She didn't ask me how to relieve the pressure by releasing the clamps, so I didn't tell her. We lay in each other's arms, our hands becoming more and more daring as we stroked and petted. I began to caress and spank her bottom, lightly at first - nothing more than a gentle tickle - then a little harder. "You like this, don't you?" I whispered. Her kisses told me that she did. "I have another toy for us both to enjoy ..." Start with the simple one, Reina had said: the whip with the nine leather lashes. I took it from the bag and shook it out: how pretty it was, the soft strips of red leather curling into a random pattern as they reached the floor! How long and elegant, how sweet their promise of love and pleasure ... I had imagined myself positioning Masumi kneeling by the bed, offering me her plump bottom as I stood over it and whipped harder and harder. But then I remembered the other thing Reina had said: how whipping must above all be performed with love. I sat beside her on the bed and held her in my left arm, stroking and caressing her as best I could. It was not the most comfortable or convenient position from which to reach her bottom, but I managed to hold the handle of the whip as far above her as my arm could reach, and allowed the darling lashes to tickle her round plumpness. Her murmurs of pleasure showed how much she was enjoying it. Somehow I was able to turn the tickling into gentle whipping. "Oh, it's _lovely_, Saa-chan! Can't you do it more?" "I'll have to change position - is that all right? Kneel on the floor beside the bed and lean forward. Yes, like that is fine ... I won't do it hard, but if it hurts and you don't like it, just tell me." I knew how important it was not too go too far too fast. Bob Williams had introduced me _so_ gently: I had fallen in love with the whip from its very first kiss. I took up position, drawing the long lashes through my left hand and then swinging them lightly against her bottom. I was making just a circular motion with my right hand, bringing the lashes gently into contact with her again and again rather than whipping her properly. She trembled and gasped, but made no complaint. Again. Again, slightly harder. Harder still. Now I had changed from a circular motion to a genuine whipping action, slashing swiftly downwards and then lifting my arm slowly for another stroke. Her bottom was beginning to show a sweet pink, harmonising charmingly with the random patterns of the red lashes. She was now greeting each stroke with a pretty little "Oh!", but with no hint of wanting me to stop. I increased the vigour of my whipping, using all my strength now and letting the long lashes wander up her back and down over her thighs. She was gripping the far edge of the bed with her hands, no longer greeting each stroke with a squeal of pleasure but moaning endlessly and begging for more. After about twenty minutes I stopped, let the whip fall on the floor and joined her on the bed. I took her in my arms and let her sob out her happiness against my breasts. "Oh, that was so wonderful ... thank you ... I love you so much, Saa-chan!" "Wouldn't you like to do it to me now?" I asked. "If you really love me, that is." "Yes, yes - teach me!" "It's best when people really love each other, like we do," I said, looking at her seriously. "That way it feels wonderful. So loving and - you know - tender." "Oh, I want to love you with the whip ... like you did me!" She jumped up and stood over me, the pretty silver chain dangling from her nipple-clamps tinkling and swaying, enhancing her plump nudity. Now it was my turn to kneel beside the bed while she whipped my bottom with growing confidence and I begged her to do it with all her strength. "Oh, it's beautiful!" she said when she had finished. "I mean, it was nice when you just spanked me with you hand, but this ... this ..." "I have something even nicer!" I said, jumping off the bed. I hunted eagerly through Reina's bag and pulled out the whip with hundreds of lashes in thin cord, many of them decorated with hard knots. It was the whip Reina and I had used to pleasure each other the previous week. We sat together and felt the lashes with our fingers, both longing to enjoy their caress. "It's your turn to be whipped!" I said, pretending to be fierce and stern but my voice betraying my love for her. She obviously adored it, screaming and imploring me not to stop. But I had to have my turn, and again enjoyed the bliss of feeling the tiny points of agony from the hard knots mingled with the overall tingling glow from the thin lashes. At last we lay together, kissing and sucking each other's breasts round the clamps while our hands stroked and tickled each other's tender, burning bottoms. Just for fun I took off one of her nipple-clamps and one of mine and then changed them round so that the silver chains bound us together. "What we really want," I said, "is a man to whip us." "Oh, yes! That would be lovely! Have you been whipped by a man, Saa-chan?" "Yes. It's nice when a girl does it, but men are even better ... so much stronger ..." "Oh, it must be! Do you know a man who would like to whip me?" "Yes, I think so. We could kneel side by side ... close together ... _chained_ together like we are now only more ... and he could whip us both at once!" "Ooh, how _wonderful_!" At last I pulled away, removed the nipple-clamps so that we were no longer chained to each other by our breasts, tried for a moment to sit up, then decided it would be better to stand. "What shall we do now?" asked Masumi. "We're going out. Remember? I promised to take you to Yoyogi Park." "Oh ... can't we stay here and make love? I want it so badly." "Of course you do. So do I. That's the idea. I wanted us both to be so desperate for sex that it'll be even more wonderful when we get it." "All right. I suppose we'd better get dressed." "I've brought clothes," I said. I pulled my white minidress from another of Reina's bags and held it up against my naked body. "Ooh! How pretty! I wish I had a dress like that." "You have!" I said triumphantly, producing one of the others with a flourish. "I thought it would be fun to go as sisters. You know, like twins ... and I brought two sizes so you could choose." "Oh, Saa-chan, you are so clever!" She took the two dresses and started to consider which to wear. "But what about panties?" "No panties," I said firmly. "It's much more fun without." I am starting to sound like Reina, I thought. But that doesn't matter. Reina knows everything there is to know about fun and sex, and she is always right. Masumi tried on both dresses and decided on the smaller one. It was in fact a little tight round her waist and over her breasts, but she was right: the tightness enhanced her plump sexiness. I helped her with the zipper of the short flirty skirt and was about to tie the strings of the halter behind her neck. Then I remembered something. "You liked the nipple-clamps, didn't you?" I said. "Of course those are too bulky to wear under your clothes, but here's another pair. Different - and just as nice." I held up the little metal discs Reina had provided and showed her how to insert each erect nipple into the place meant for it and how to twist the mechanism so that it gripped as tightly as she liked it. Then, ignoring her ecstatic coos and squeals at the pleasure the clamps were giving her, I tied the halter-neck for her. "A little bit loose, not too firmly," I said, meaning the upper part of her dress not the clamps. "Then people get nice glimpses of your breasts from the side." I put on my own matching nipple-clamps and dress, and she helped me by tying the strings in a neat bow hanging down my bare back. The mixture of slinky cloth and nakedness was very arousing; but nicer still - even nicer than the clamps biting lusciously into my sensitive breasts - was the loose skirt tickling my tingling bottom as it swished round me and sending new waves of fiery lust through me. I reached out and stroked Masumi's bottom through the cloth of her dress, very gently, just as an experiment. She jumped and let out a little startled sob. Yes, she was as hot as I was. What fun it would be when passing men patted and stroked our bottoms the way girls love them to do, even if they coyly pretend not to! We went downstairs in our bare feet, carrying our silver high-heels; stepped into our shoes at the entrance; and set out on our adventure. Masumi locked the front-door carefully as her mother had instructed, and hung the key on a chain round her neck. FOOTNOTE [13] The pill is now widely used in Japan but for a long time the Japanese medical profession resisted it, arguing that while it might be suitable for Western women it could have unpredictable side-effects when taken by Japanese. In fact it suited doctors to see abortion continue as the main means of birth control: there is of course much more money in it for them. Many sexually active girls have frequent abortions. Because it is such a common procedure, it is much simpler and surrounded by much less medical and moral drama than in the West. - B W [Next in Part 07: Chapter VII: Return to Yoyogi] For complete series so far see /files/Authors/Bob_Williams