Learning_About_Myself.07 THE MEGUMI STORIES 06/07 BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS VOLUME 06: LEARNING ABOUT MYSELF BY SAYAKA ONODERA AND BOB WILLIAMS FINAL REVISED EDITION Part 07 CHAPTER VII Return to Yoyogi We sat side by side in the subway train, trying to sit primly with knees together so as to guard our naked pussies from the inquisitive glances of the men opposite. But we could neither of us help squirming and wriggling as the seat pressed against our burning bottoms through our thin skirts: I guess the effect was fairly lascivious - but then, why not? Sex was the purpose of our expedition. We ignored the approaches of our admirers on the train, however, and left at the stop for Yoyogi Park, our arms round each other's waist. From time to time admiring hands caressed my bottom, as I had hoped and expected; but just because I was expecting it I managed somehow not to react. Masumi let out a little squeal but I tightened my arm round her waist and we walked on. We began to cross the main road by a footbridge, taking the same route to the park entrance as Reina and I had done the previous week. As we climbed the steps, I suddenly became aware of voices behind us, and a friendly call of "Lovely legs! Please look this way!" I stopped and turned round. Masumi, two steps ahead of me, did the same. There was a group of admiring young men below us, waving and laughing as they looked up at us. We bowed shyly, acknowledging their compliments. Several pulled out cameras and mobile phones, and we posed modestly for them as they photographed us from below. Growing in confidence, we took up more provocative positions, legs apart, one foot higher than the other on the steps ... One of the young men was quite close to us by now, and called out "_No-pan_! Hurrah for _no-pan_!" I turned partly away from him and lifted my little skirt just enough to give him a glimpse of the lower curves of my bottom. It gave me a wonderful feeling, something I had never quite experienced before. It wasn't just the tingling of my stimulated, tickling flesh; it wasn't only the feel of the fresh air on my nakedness - nor even the remembered joy of having once been nude before an enthusiastic audience. It was all those things at once combined with a feeling of intense pleasure in the simple act of being photographed - knowing that the nudity which gave me and my audience so much happiness was being recorded, could never now vanish, could be shared now and for ever with countless admirers whom I would never know. Masumi was posing unashamedly a couple of steps higher up. Other people were beginning to descend the steps above us. We caught each other's eye, pulled our skirts down demurely and continued, walking close together, on up the stairs. Of course the young men followed us. At the centre of the bridge we stopped and leant our arms on the rail, looking down on the busy traffic. A man was standing beside me and I could tell that others had gathered behind us. I moved a little way away from Masumi so as to give them more room. "Thank you for posing for us," said the boldest of the photographers. "Those were lovely shots. Up-skirt shots - nice. And _no-pan_ - best of all! Thank you." I looked at him sideways, lowered my eyes and thanked him timidly. He had an arm lightly round my waist now. It felt good. His hand gently moved down and started to caress me. I let out a little scream as his touch stimulated my tingling bottom. He misunderstood and began to move away. "It's all right ... " I murmured. "Your touch ... so good ... " It was what I had been dreaming of all morning: a man's strength, a man's lust to satisfy my yearning sexuality. He moved in closer again, and I felt his hand creep lower down till his fingers could lift the hem of my skirt and slide up my naked bottom. I knew what I had to do. I gripped the rail of the bridge with both hands and leant gently forward, pushing my bottom a little way outwards. I felt a multitude of loving hands caressing me now, lifting my skirt at the front as well as behind till it was twisted up round my waist. How clever of Reina, I thought, to dress me in a short loose skirt which could be so easily moved out of the way! I could hear appreciative remarks on my lack of hair. Other hands were inside the loose front of my dress, exploring my breasts and playing with my nipple-clamps. It felt wonderful: not just the pleasure I was feeling but knowing that I was giving such happiness to others. I could not stop myself moaning with desire. I hoped Masumi was having as much fun as I was - and that there were enough men behind me to hide what we were doing from any passers-by. Not that it mattered: I had already experienced the joy of making love before an audience, and knew that of all the pleasures sex had to offer this was the one I craved most, and would go on wanting and demanding as long as I lived. I pushed my bottom out further. Fingers were already exploring my wet, throbbing pussy - and then something that definitely wasn't a finger was demanding admittance. "Oh yes, oh _yes_!" I moaned as it entered and withdrew, gratifying my aching pussy and yet leaving it profoundly unsatisfied. It didn't last long: both I and whoever was fucking me needed release too much. I felt my cunt bathed with hot cum; then the cock was withdrawn - to be replaced by another. Five times I was entered, taken, gloriously raped by men I never saw or knew, as I gripped the rail and babbled incoherently of my happiness and gratitude. Cars and pedestrians passed under the bridge, unaware and uncaring. I was photographed and videoed on cameras and mobile phones: I knew that, my new-found love of showing off for the camera had made me especially sensitive - just as a girl knows when she is being looked at by a man who wants her, I know at once when my nakedness is being recorded to be enjoyed later and shared with others. At last it was over. I turned to face my lovers and thank them for all their goodness to me. Most had moved on already. A few metres away one man was still fucking Masumi, but as I watched he came and then pulled out of her, leaving her sobbing with happiness. I began to pull down my skirt. "Oh dear, I'm dripping," I said. "You all came so much!" "Here," said one of the men who had not yet left, passing me a packet of tissues. I tore it open and wiped myself as best I could. I suppose someone helped Masumi. He stood close to me, giving me some cover against the glances of passing pedestrians. "You were good. Both of you," he said abruptly, and walked away briskly without waiting for my modest reply. Masumi and I looked at each other in wonder. We fell into each other's arms and kissed; then resumed our walk over the bridge. "Isn't it fantastic being a girl?" said Masumi at last. "Having this wonderful ... I don't know what to call it ... _thing_ which can give us incredible pleasure whenever we want it," I agreed. "And all we have to do is dress nicely, and go to where we can meet men, and give them a little hint of what we want, and they give it to us! Just like that!" "Yes!" I said with a deep sigh. "You're right. It's fantastic being a girl!" There was a waste-basket at the bottom of the steps, so we were able to get rid of the soiled tissues, but we still both felt sticky and uncomfortable. "Let's go in there for a moment," said Masumi pointing at a branch of a well-known department store. The chart by the escalators told us that there was a ladies' washroom on the fifth floor. We stepped onto the moving staircase and stood side by side as we made our way upwards. In our pretty short dresses we naturally attracted some attention, even in the crowded store - especially from men standing below us. Suddenly something very important came to me, a fundamental understanding of the relations between men and women. I had always taken it for granted that sex was something that men initiated. It seemed unfair that we girls had to wait till they chose to take an interest in us before we could at last have something we wanted so much! But standing on the successive escalators as they made their slow way upwards, aware of the appreciation of the men standing below me looking up my skirt and of those passing in the other direction stealing sideways glances at my breasts under the loose top of my dress, I suddenly understood that it wasn't really like that. We girls were made to be attractive to men: we had it in our power to draw them to us. If we wanted sex - and of course we did, all the time, or at least _I_ did - we simply had to use that power: dress and behave the way men found attractive. Then they would respond to our initiative, and give us what we so much wanted. We were in charge! It was up to _us_! Of course I didn't see it in words as clearly as that all at once. That came later, when I thought it all through and discussed it with Masumi and my other friends. But the revelation came to me all in a flash, standing on the escalator in the Sunday crowd in that department store. I _knew_. Understanding what I knew came later. We reached the fifth floor and entered the ladies' rest-room together. The stalls were equipped with the latest Japanese technology and I spent a happy few minutes experimenting with the many buttons beside the seat, washing myself, letting the machine blow me dry and scent my pussy lightly. No doubt Masumi was doing the same in the next stall. Then we met again, refreshed and eager for more enjoyment. We kissed, then strode towards the exit with our arms round each other. Some older ladies, encumbered with shopping-bags, smiled at us in a kindly way. If only they really knew! I thought. Then it occurred to me that they probably did. Out in the street again, we continued our walk towards the park entrance. More men were looking us over, and while it would have been fun to repeat the lovely experience we had enjoyed on the bridge, I had other plans. Masumi was prattling happily about the people and their often exotic fashions and looking longingly at the shops we passed. She didn't seem to mind, or even notice, that I was silent. I was thinking hard: not about my new discovery about sexual relations between men and women, but about a more immediate matter. All week something had been niggling and tickling at my memory. I eventually tracked it down to the sex video Reina had let me see, and especially to the third section where she had played the part of a _sadisu-chan_. I was longing to do that myself - and for real, not just in a video with an actor as partner. I dreamed of myself dressed sexily, sweetly whipping a man till he could stand my tormenting and teasing of him no longer, seized the whip out of my hand and took the revenge I was longing for him to take. But where could I find a willing partner? Then it occurred to me that Jiro - the absurdly named Torajiro from last Sunday - looked as if he might enjoy being the victim, and then master, of my _sadisu-chan_ personality. But there was something else on my mind. Leading my double life, still the fairly innocent and unpractised schoolgirl during the week, I had said nothing to my friends about my wonderful new weekend experiences. Hitherto we had shared everything: new masturbation tips, mildly pornographic cartoon magazines - anything new one of us learned about the potential joys of our growing sexuality became at once the property of us all. I felt very guilty. If I could persuade Jiro to join me in turning my _sadisu-chan_ fantasy into reality, could I make it up to my friends by somehow sharing it - him - with them? Well, it was a nice idea, and the first step would be discussing it with him. Would he be there again today as he had half promised? He was. He had spread out his _goza_ matting and was sitting on it neatly, shyly avoiding the glances of the pretty girls passing by or relaxing on the grass. Not far off, and certainly not ignoring the girls, I spotted the two older men who had been with him last week - unless I was mistaken, they seemed to have two other men with them. Very promising, I thought. I greeted Jiro, and the others hurried over to join us. "I said I would be here again this week!" I said gaily. "Reina-san can't come, so instead I've brought my friend Masumi-san. Please be nice to her. She is my friend from school." Masumi blushed and bowed. The loosely tied front of her dress fell forward a little to reveal most of her breasts. Jiro turned away shyly, but his two friends clearly enjoyed her little display. They introduced their companions - "We told them all about you, and they wanted so much to meet you" - and I too bowed, a little lower and a little more provocatively than Masumi had done of course. Soon we were all sitting and reclining together, I taking the lead in encouraging the others to pet and stroke Masumi and me. Five men - if you included Jiro - to two girls: that looked like a very promising combination, I thought. One of the older men was already lying with his head on Masumi's lap. Blushing, she untied the strings of her halter-neck so that the front of her dress fell forward onto his face: she tickled and teased him with it while he reached up to stroke her breasts and play with the little circular clamps decorating them. Then of course the other men had to know whether I was wearing similar decorations under my identical dress. Don't they hurt, they asked, fascinated, as they took it in turns to play with the mechanism. "Oh, _yes_!" I said. "They _do_! They're wonderful ... they give me such a lovely sexy feeling!" "Do you like being hurt?" asked one. "Do you feel sexy, being hurt?" asked another. "Are there other toys like that you enjoy?" asked the third. "Oh, _yes_!" I said, answering all three questions at once. I closed my eyes for a moment in ecstasy. "Of course I do! Doesn't every girl?" "Certainly the girls _I_ like do!" said one of the men. "Tell me about the other ways you like being hurt," persisted the third. "Well," I said, feeling I had gone too far to keep quiet now, "before we came out Masumi and I had a really long session with the whip." "And you enjoyed that?" I nodded, my happy face giving them all the answer they needed. "Let's see. May I?" Now that I had released my halter-neck it was a simple matter to remove my dress completely rather than pulling the skirt up round my waist. Someone loosened the waistband and carefully pulled my skirt down, revealing the pretty pinkness the whips had created. "How beautiful!" someone said. I lay across their laps while they petted and stroked me, wriggling and squealing under their touch. "Who whipped you?" "Masumi," I said. "And I whipped her." I could tell from her insincere attempts at resistance that Masumi's bottom too was being revealed and inspected. "Have you never been whipped by a man?" "No, never ... " I said, secretly apologising to Bob. But he would never know of my little lie, and anyway would understand that I told it only to stimulate the desire of my new friends. "I'd like to, though ... so much stronger, so much more loving ... " The invitation clearly wasn't lost on them. "It's a wonderful beginning, gives me such an appetite," I went on. "Masumi is the same. Last week, when Reina-san and I were here, we whipped each other well before coming, that's why we wanted, you know, wanted _it_ so much, and you were so good to us both!" I wanted to add, "Please be good to us again!" but there was no need. Already hands were arranging me on my elbows and knees. My hot bottom was still being thrillingly caressed, but now fingers were entering my wet cunt. Then the delicate, loving touch of a tongue replaced them, adding to my lubrication and preparing the way for the first cock to enter me. I became aware that, at the other end of me, a beautiful thick cock was bobbing in front of my face. I reached out one hand to stroke it, feeling it thicken even more under my touch, then kissed it reverently. "Come in my mouth!" I begged. "I love it so much!" I gradually sucked it into me, feeling the head press against the back of my throat. I glanced to one side. Masumi was stretched out on her back, squealing and wriggling and trying - not too seriously - to escape as her fiery bottom was stimulated beyond endurance by the rough surface of the _goza_. But she was held down firmly, one man preparing to enter her cunt and the other pressing down her arms while directing his cock at her lips. Between us at the head end sat Jiro, prepared it seemed just to watch. I could think now only about what was being done to me. My cunt was gloriously full, a long erection thrusting in and out, while the thick cock in my mouth was content for the moment to stay there and enjoy the attentions of my lips and tongue. How wonderful it was to receive the love of two experienced men at once! I felt very proud. I wriggled forward a little way on my elbows, leaving it to the man in my cunt to follow me, and was able to grab hold of the thighs of the man who was in my mouth, pulling his cock even deeper into me. As it rammed against my throat I somehow made my muscles open and swallowed the head. It snaked deep inside me - at least, that is how it felt, I suppose in fact only a few centimetres passed over my throat - and the unexpected presence of this thick something made me want to choke. Of course I couldn't, I was stuffed too full, but the pulsing of my throat muscles must have added to my lover's pleasure as he rocked to and fro. Certainly, judging by the noise he was making I was pleasing him! My other lover was shouting out his satisfaction too as he repeatedly pushed deep into my cunt, pulled a little way out, then returned his cock to where it belonged. It couldn't last long. We were all too excited, our sublime threefold lust was at the very highest pitch. As if they had agreed it together, the two men pushed into me as if expecting their cocks to meet in the middle of me - oh, if only they could, what a fantastic experience that would be for a girl! - and with a joint shout of triumph their rich, creamy cum burst from their heavy balls, shot along their cocks and penetrated me, conquered me, raped me gloriously. And I? I didn't quite achieve at that first attempt the transcendent glory of a triple orgasm, that wonderful moment when the uncontrollable lust of three people comes together in a moment of united love. Yes, it has happened to me sometimes: being spit-roasted by two men, or sharing a man with another girl and squatting over his cock or his mouth. If you who are reading this, man or girl, have never experienced it, let me tell you it is worth working for! But on that first attempt I came quite close to it. Certainly the orgasm those two wonderful lovers gave me that day under the trees of Yoyogi Park was the finest I had had so far, and remains bright in my memory as something to be repeated as often as possible, or to be recalled as a stimulus to masturbation. At last we pulled apart and I was able to think again about my friend. Her lovers were taking their time over her: she was now sitting up, squirming a little as her bottom protested against the prickling of the _goza_, while they stood on each side of her offering her their erections to play with. Mostly she sucked and licked one of them greedily while her hand stroked the other; but occasionally she brought them together and managed to introduce them both into her generous mouth. If she was not careful, I thought, she would bring them to orgasm before they were ready. But the men were too experienced to allow that: they laid her out on her back again while the one who had not before entered her cunt took his turn with her there and the other invited her to continue sucking and stroking his cock as he knelt over her. They made no attempt at a simultaneous climax. The man in her cunt kindly brought her to orgasm before he was ready to come himself; and then when she was able to concentrate on their pleasure again, the man in her mouth helped her to milk the creamy cum from his cock, much of it entering her mouth but some splashing prettily over her face. Then at last the first man pulled out of her cunt, scrambled quickly round and unloaded his cum over her face to blend with his friend's. It was over. Slowly Masumi sat up while the two men knelt on either side of her, smiling at her and praising her performance. Still lost in a dream of love and pleasure, she slowly swallowed the cum in her mouth; then played with the streaks and blobs decorating her face, mixing the two men's contributions together with her fingers before happily licking them clean. But there was another person in our little group who had been neglected. As the four men, satisfied at least for the moment, withdrew to chat among themselves, I turned to Jiro. What was I to do with him? I had plans for him and did not want him to feel unwanted. The best, I thought, would be for him to repeat the sexual success he had achieved with me last week. I smiled at him encouragingly. "Oh, Jiro-san," I said in the most innocent, little-girl voice I could manage, "please come in my mouth! It was _so_ lovely what you did to me last week - I'm longing to have it again!" I knelt facing him, my hands on my thighs, while he arranged himself standing in front of me. Then I took his flaccid cock in my hands and slowly brought it to a reasonably satisfactory state of hardness. I slid it reverently into my mouth, held him firmly into position, and began to suck. It took us a long time, but at last he managed a respectable ejaculation. He squatted down beside me while I thanked him prettily for giving me so much pleasure and hoped he had enjoyed my poor efforts. "I'd love to see you again, Jiro-san," I said modestly. "Not just here, I mean. Do you ever have time during the week?" He admitted that he did. "We could meet after school," I suggested shyly. "How about Wednesday? No ... Thursday would be best." It was obvious that either would have done for him, but Thursday would give me more time to arrange things with my friends. "And ... if you don't mind ... one or two of my friends would so like to meet you. I told them all about you, and how good you were to me last Sunday." His manhood seemed up to meeting several girls at once. "So ... will you telephone me early next week and I'll explain where to come and when?" I didn't have a mobile - my mother could not afford the rental - but Masumi did and I gave him her number. There would be quite a lot of sorting out to do with her and others in the next day or two, but I was confident we could all have a lot of fun with Jiro if he had the courage to turn up. "We must go," I said to Masumi. "Yes," she said reluctantly. "My mother will be home soon." We stood up, stepped into the loose skirts of our minidresses, adjusted our nipple-clamps so that they delivered the desired level of stimulation, tied each other's halter-neck strings loosely so that they provided the maximum pleasure to anyone who cared to look at us from the side and steal a glance at our breasts, said a polite farewell to our friends and left. "Oh, that was so nice," said Masumi happily, as we walked back towards the entrance. "And it was such a good idea of yours that we should whip each other well before going out ... it really did make it all, you know, so much more fun." "Yes, it was my cousin Reina who taught me that. Build up your appetite, she said." "What are you planning with that young man, Jiro-san?" she asked after a pause. "I heard you inviting him to visit us after school. Are you sure that's a good idea? Won't we get into trouble?" "I'll have to discuss it with our friends tomorrow. But I have a plan." Before we parted I arranged with Masumi that between us we should smuggle into the school and hide in our lockers the items from Reina's collection which we should need when Jiro came on Thursday. I had a few other things in mind also, but I would get them from Reina and bring them to school myself. The clothes and the rest that Reina had lent me I took home with me to return to her: we didn't want to take unnecessary risks with Masumi's parents. [Next in Part 08: Chapter VIII: Seven Girls and my Plan] For complete series so far see /files/Authors/Bob_Williams