Learning_About_Myself.08 THE MEGUMI STORIES 06/08 BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS VOLUME 06: LEARNING ABOUT MYSELF BY SAYAKA ONODERA AND BOB WILLIAMS FINAL REVISED EDITION Part 08 CHAPTER VIII Seven Girls and my Plan As I expected, not all the girls in our sex-group that met after class wanted to take part in my plan. Some of them were frightened that we would get into trouble for inviting a man into the school, and that in the investigation that would follow our activities in the gymnasium would be discovered and prohibited. But there were five, including Masumi of course and two other girls called Jun and Aki, who were keen. The keenest of all were the twins, Kin and Gin. Those weren't their real names, but everyone called them that after the two old ladies who were celebrated at the time.[14] They were very pretty and lively, and were identical twins - they were almost impossible to tell apart except by a mole which Kin had on her left thigh and Gin hadn't. They were always up for anything sexy and adventurous, including entertaining us all with lesbian displays, and when I told them my plan for Jiro they insisted on being included and indeed came up with some clever ideas of their own of what we could do to him. Another two or three girls promised to think about it, and one, a gymnastics star called Kokomi, did agree to join us: I thought that would be particularly nice for Jiro because she was very athletic and would be able to entertain him in all sorts of clever ways. So by Tuesday we were a group of seven in all, and on Wednesday after class I explained to the others exactly what I had in mind and rehearsed them in at least the first stages of the adventure we were planning. By Thursday the excited enthusiasm as we gathered in the gymnasium was at its height. Then the only question had been, would Jiro telephone? He did: and through Masumi I arranged for him to come to the school side entrance nearest the gymnasium half-an-hour after our session was due to begin on the Thursday. That gave us enough time to prepare for his reception. Masumi and I were waiting for him, neatly and modestly dressed in school uniform, while the other five inside the gymnasium were nude, chattering excitedly about what was going to happen. We saw Jiro coming down the road: shambling in an embarrassed manner rather than walking briskly like a man on his way to a longed-for sexual encounter. For a moment I wondered if he was really up to the role I had invented for him! But as he approached us we bowed respectfully and conducted him to the entrance of the gymnasium. He could hardly believe his eyes when we ushered him inside and he was greeted by five deliciously nude girls who immediately began to stroke and pet him while skilfully removing his clothes. It had been agreed that that was their job: Masumi and I would be busy taking off our uniforms before joining in the fun. By the time we were ready the others had backed Jiro up against a wall fitted with a pattern of wooden bars both horizontal and vertical, strong enough for us girls to climb on. He didn't know, of course, but two pairs of bondage handcuffs - courtesy of Reina, and bought at her favourite shop - had been fixed to the bars in readiness. "Hey!" he protested, as he suddenly discovered that he was fastened helplessly to the wooden framework, his arms outspread and feet apart. "What's this?" "Don't worry!" said seven soothing, little-girl voices. "We'll look after you! You'll enjoy it!" But his erection, never impressive at the best of times, was shrinking rapidly in his anxiety. I knelt in front of him and sucked it vigorously. Two other girls, at once understanding the problem, joined me on the floor and we soon had him back in a state of excited arousal. The others continued stroking and petting him everywhere, kissing him, the bolder girls beginning to slide their wet pussies up and down his legs. Of course he couldn't resist us! What man could? I stood up, leaving his cock to the caresses of the other two girls, and began to tickle and stroke his neck and face. "Are you enjoying it?" I whispered coaxingly in one ear. "Oh, yes! It's lovely!" he said. "Thank you so much for arranging it! All these lovely girls! So _nude_!" "Well, of course we are!" I said. "What else would we be? This is your fantasy. What you dream about when you masturbate. You _do_ masturbate, don't you, dreaming of being surrounded by lots of sexy nude girls, all as hot as anything for you?" "Er, yes," he admitted shyly. "And now it's come true! I want to fuck you all!" "Yes, but there's a rule," I said sternly. "We'll do lovely things to you, all the lovely things we know, but you must not come! Do you understand? The moment you come, the fantasy ends. Or changes to something else." "I'll try," he said. "But it will be difficult." It was meant to be difficult, of course. Kin and Gin, whose ambition when they left school was to work together as bath-girls, were rubbing themselves against him practising the smooth motion they would use when washing their clients with their bodies. The athletic Kokomi had climbed up the wooden framework and was lightly pressing her pussy against his mouth then swinging vigorously out of reach, using the techniques she would one day need in performing gymnastic routines as a nude pole-dancer.[15] Jun and Aki were still kneeling at his feet competing to suck his erection. And Masumi and I, as organisers of the event, were joining in where we could find room and helping the others to make the most of the opportunities Jiro's helpless captivity offered them. Suddenly Jun - who had taken over temporary possession of his cock from Aki - went rigid and held up one hand. I scrambled down to join her. "Has he come?" I asked. She withdrew his cock from her mouth, closed her lips tightly and nodded. Aki quickly took over the cock, licking and sucking it to ensure that no drop of the precious liquid was lost. Jun, still kneeling, put her head well back, taking her weight on her hands and letting the end of her long hair fall to the floor, and opened her mouth wide to show the cum coating her tongue and gathered in a pool at her tonsils. The others gathered round, letting out little "oohs!" and "aahs!" while one of them tried to kiss her, hoping to share the rich taste. But she resisted, slowly swallowing the cum, and at last falling back onto the floor with a blissful expression on her face. I stood up and confronted Jiro. "Right!" I said severely. "I warned you! Punishment time now. Come and help, you others." Together we freed him from the handcuffs and dragged him across the floor to a wooden horse which was standing ready for him - one of those structures for gymnasts to jump over. We positioned him with his chest on the padded top and his head and arms dangling over the far side. Aki took charge of his hands, making sure he could not struggle, and was joined by Jun as soon as she had recovered from the pleasure of receiving his cum in her mouth; his bottom and legs were on the near side, well clear of the wooden wall. I and a few others walked round to talk to him. I took his chin and lifted it firmly so he could not avoid looking at me. "Now you will be punished for your wickedness," I said. "I have a selection of implements here. Let me see ..." Kin and Gin eagerly held out a variety of whips and I pretended to hesitate over choosing. The frightened look on his face was very pleasing and I was in no hurry to end his suspense. "I think maybe this one," I said at last, holding out a whip with thin knotted strands of cord and making sure he could fully appreciate its beauties. Of course I had decided from the start to use that instrument - one of my own favourites - for his initiation and had only been pretending to choose. "Oh, don't hurt me," he begged. "Please!" "Please what?" I asked severely. "Please Mistress," he managed to say. Good, I thought. He knows how a man about to be whipped is supposed to behave. He has certainly seen videos and then masturbated over them, remembering and imagining ... Has he visited professional sadists and paid for their services? No; he is probably too shy for that. But after today he won't be able to keep away from them. A whole new life of sexual gratification is about to open for our friend Jiro, I thought. By the time we have finished with him he will know the truth about himself: he will be helplessly addicted to the joys of submitting masochistically to pretty nude sadists and their whips. Lucky fellow! I hope he will never forget how much he owes us. "Don't be silly," I said. "You deserve to be punished. You are a disgusting greedy pig," I went on, remembering what the young heroines of _manga_ adventures said when preparing to punish captured gangsters and pimps. "You came in my friend's mouth when I had told you you mustn't." "Yes! Disgusting!" said Jun from below me on the floor, trying to sound severe and not succeeding. "But I couldn't help it," he said in a pathetic, snivelling voice. "She _made_ me come. _Please_ don't hurt me. Mistress ... Mistresses," he added at the last moment. "Hold his hands tight," I said to Jun and Aki. I stood behind him, holding the whip handle firmly in my right hand and running the long knotted lashes through my left. How lovely they were and how I longed to feel them kissing me instead! But I had a job to do ... I swung the cat lightly against Jiro's thin buttocks. He let out a sob. "Don't be silly!" I said severely. "That was nothing. Just a little tickle." His lack of fortitude annoyed me and the next stroke was certainly not a tickle. Nor was the one after that. Again and again I brought the whip down on his bottom and thighs while he moaned and begged for mercy. I was enjoying myself. The exercise and the sensation of power over a man - especially an aroused man - were both very pleasing. But others wanted a turn and after ten minutes or so I passed the whip to Kokomi who began whipping him enthusiastically. She used all her considerable strength and soon began performing a sort of ballet routine, spinning round between strokes and approaching her victim from different angles.[16] She looks charming, I thought: such a pity he can't see it. I walked round to the other side of the horse. "Are you enjoying it, Jiro?" I asked, stroking his face and neck. In reply I heard only a strangled "Please!" repeated again and again as the whip fell. "Of course he's enjoying it!" said one of the girls, pointing towards his crotch. I bent down and saw that it was true. Kokomi's energetic whipping was arousing him even more than mine had done. In fact he was displaying a more impressive erection than my simple nudity had ever coaxed from him. Interesting, I thought: and it gave me an idea. I told Jun and Aki to let go his hands - he was hardly likely to try to escape from something he was enjoying so much - and come round the horse to join in the fun. "What would be really nice," I suggested to the others, "would be to whip him and fuck him at the same time." With happy cries of excitement the girls pulled Jiro into a standing position again, then divided into two teams. One group competed to suck and stroke his cock, Kin and Gin demonstrating their bath-house skills at _paizuri_ or breasturbation; while the others chose whips from Reina's selection and enthusiastically worked over his back, bottom and thighs. He stood there, letting it all be done to him, his head thrown back and his arms stretched out so as not to get in the way. "Remember!" I whispered in his ear when I had a moment of access to him, "you mustn't come! If you do, it will all stop!" He showed no sign of having understood, but I could tell from the strain on his face and the tension in his body that he was doing his utmost to keep himself under control. I suddenly remembered - I can't imagine why - an image I had once seen in an art lesson. A temporary teacher had been showing us western paintings on strange sado-masochistic Christian themes and trying to explain them. There had been one of a handsome naked man tied to a pillar and being shot to death with arrows. I had found the look of ecstatic agony on his face very arousing, and had masturbated over the memory of it for several nights. All at once it occurred to me that Jiro looked very like him. But of course it couldn't go on. He tried hard to make it last, but in the end with a shout of - what? agony? triumph? - and squeals from the girls working on his cock he came. The girls delightedly showed each other the flood of cum he had poured over their hands, and lapped it up with their little tongues like kittens fighting over cream. The rest of us helped him to lie down before he could fall and hurt himself. "Oh, that was wonderful!" he gasped when he could speak again. "You were all _so_ good to me!" "What shall we do to him now?" asked Kokomi, as usual showing herself more practical-minded than the others who were still oohing and aahing over him. "I think he deserves a reward!" I said suddenly. "So do we! And I know what Masumi and I want." Together we helped him to his feet and pressed two whips into his hands - the pretty plaited leather bullwhips which creaked so sexily as they moulded themselves to the curves of a girl's body. Then it was our turn to lean over the horse, side-by-side and close together. He knew what we wanted, of course, and soon the long sexy lashes were sizzling over our eager bottoms. The other girls gathered round, marvelling at a form of sexual delight they knew, if at all, only from _manga_ cartoons. Soon the bolder ones picked up the other whips and tried them out on their squealing, mock-protesting friends. Others begged Jiro to let them experience the bullwhips instead of us. So he did, while Masumi and I abandoned the horse and joined the surging orgy of whipping and being whipped. Soon there was just a pile of wriggling naked girls on the floor as we kissed and fondled each other while Jiro stood masterfully over us, a long whip in each hand, delighting us as we received his loving attentions and begged for more. FOOTNOTES [14] Kin and Gin Yano were identical twins born in Aichi Prefecture on 1 August 1892. They became cult celebrities when they reached the age of 100 and were admired for their vitality and sunny dispositions. It became fashionable for honeymoon couples to call on them and pay their respects. The old ladies would give them good wishes and make mildly salacious suggestions about what they should be doing in bed. _Kin_ means "gold" and _Gin_ means "silver", though since they seem always to have written their names in phonetic _hiragana_ script rather than characters other meanings may have been intended - or indeed none at all. Kin died on 23 January 2000 and Gin on 28 February 2001. - B W [15] Yes, there are plenty of pole-dancers in Japan who perform fully nude. You won't ?nd them in the establishments patronised by foreign visitors, but anything other than full nudity (and of course full availability) by sex performers would be regarded as pointless in exclusive clubs catering for discriminating and wealthy clients. Discovering such clubs, and getting invited to them, can take years, however. - B W [16] As usual, Kokomi was working up ideas for routines she would one day use as a performer in exclusive sex-clubs. - S O [Next in Part 09: Chapter IX: The Dating Agency] For complete series so far see /files/Authors/Bob_Williams