UNFINISHED AFFAIRS 11 THE MEGUMI STORIES BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS VOLUME 04: UNFINISHED AFFAIRS BY BOB WILLIAMS ASSISTED BY MEGUMI, CHIYOKO, HANAKO, SAMMY, HIROKO, NATSUKO, SACHI, MAKI, YUKI AND AYAKO PART 11 CHAPTER XI The Apprentice Stripper Maki is a girl I look back on with great affection. It's lovely to have known a girl with a real vocation for the sex industry, and to feel that I helped her get her start. In the days when we were together, she was very popular with my friends and was often invited to parties. This is a sort of reminiscence of those early days. "Oh, yes! Please!" said Maki. "Harder! Oh, _please_!" She was leaning forward over the bed, her legs straight and slightly apart in their high heels, her firm round bottom the highest part of her nude body. I adored Maki's bottom and had been proving it by kissing and stroking it, my tongue trying to explore her tiny arsehole. Now, for variety, I was spanking it with my bare hands. "More! More!" she was begging ecstatically. As I spanked her harder, she let out delightful squeals and gurgles, half pleasure and half pain. Her little bells tinkled prettily. When Maki was very young she had her ears pierced. Like so many Japanese girls she started taking an interest in looking pretty long before she fully understood what she wanted to look pretty for. Lots of her friends were having their ears pierced, and spending their pocket-money on decorating themselves with the long dangling "shoulder-duster" ear-rings which were fashionable then, and Maki's mother agreed readily enough to let her have the simple operation. Then, when her breasts had grown - not fully, but enough to attract male interest - and she had begun to enjoy stroking these sensitive new toys in bed, she heard about how girls often had their nipples pierced and fitted with pretty silver rings. Maki and her friends talked about it secretly and wondered how much it hurt, what it cost and whether, as the magazines aimed at pubescent girls claimed, it made the breasts delightfully sensitive and kept the nipples permanently aroused and erect. They were anyway sure it would please the boys with whom they were now enjoying after-school petting sessions. Two of the more adventurous girls in Maki's class went secretly to a body-piercing studio and had it done. They allowed their closest friends to see the pretty result and to play with their rings. They confided in whispers that they had not been able to afford the extra money for the anaesthetic, but had decided to go ahead anyway: after the first shock the pain had in fact been rather thrilling. Maki could afford to have the piercings done. She had already started earning a little extra pocket-money by posing for a studio which specialised in nude shots of provocatively innocent underage girls. Their talent-scouts hung around the plaza outside Shibuya Station, and Maki's pretty figure and slim legs soon attracted their attention. The studio had agreed nipple-rings would enhance her attractions - but declined to put up the money for the operation. They no doubt realised she was determined to have it done anyway: as I knew very well, when Maki gets a sexy idea in her head nothing can stop her putting it into effect. Her worry was that she did not think her mother would agree. At last she and her closest friend decided to go and have the operation done regardless. She was able to hide the result at home for a while, but then her mother happened to see the rings when Maki was in the bath. She was not pleased; but Maki argued that all the girls of her age had their breasts pierced, and that her mother had agreed to her having her ears pierced and what was the difference? Her mother was angry for a while, mainly because she thought it would spoil Maki's chances of one day attracting a suitable husband. Maki was too young to bother about that - and in any case, as she said frequently to me, how could she possibly be interested in a man who _didn't_ like to see his girl's body sexily decorated? For her part she loved being looked at lustfully by men: it made her tingle all over so delightfully. I asked if she had paid extra for the anaesthetic. She confided with many sexy wriggles that no, she hadn't, and yes, the sharp pain _was_ rather a thrill. From then on, when she played with herself in bed, she helped herself to come by remembering it, and imagining other sources of pain. As you can imagine, I was very fond of Maki and enjoyed helping her create fantasies, especially ones involving pain as a source of sexual pleasure, and then turn them into reality - making full use of my growing collection of whips and other sex toys. And it was true that the boys loved Maki's pierced breasts. They constantly begged to be allowed to play with them, twisting the pretty rings round and round through their holes. Maki was flattered by their attentions, and soon learned the techniques of _paizuri_, as the Japanese call it, breasturbation in English (or tit-wank if you prefer the more vulgar word). She loved imprisoning the boys' cocks between her breasts, and feeling the hot sperm burst helplessly over her growing beauties. She does it to me, too, and says she loves the smell of the cum, and the taste as she plays with it and then licks her fingers. Like many young Japanese girls, she believes that rubbing cum daily into her breasts will make them grow big and firm. This idea, like so many fashions among pubescent girls in Japan, seems to have appeared suddenly from nowhere; and has spread widely through the articles in the magazines they all read. True or not, I make sure all the young girls I fuck know about it, believe it, and pass the tip on to their friends. "Are they getting bigger? They _are_, aren't they? Tell me they are!" Maki begs me, and I make a big performance of getting out the tape measure and taking my time over adjusting it exactly over the silky skin of her firm breasts before - sometimes - admitting that they have grown by half a millimetre or so. Of course if they _have_ grown, that proves the method is working and must be continued with; if not, it shows she must try harder and perhaps double the daily dose. Either way, I wouldn't dream of telling Maki otherwise. Personally I prefer firmness to size. Japanese girls' natural breasts may not be big by Western standards, but they are adorable toys to play with, tickling or pinching them as you prefer, amid squeals of happy laughter. So much nicer than the sagging mounds of flesh fashionable in the West. Maybe Maki's system will make it possible to have the best of both worlds. I am delighted to co-operate in the experiment, following her instructions to come over her breasts directly - or in her mouth so that she may with pretty sluttishness dribble the cum all over them. Soon after I had become one of Maki's stable of regular lovers, she told me she was dreaming of having another piercing done: this time in her navel. So what could I do? Of course I agreed to pay for it, on condition that I was allowed to watch it done. I found the process almost as arousing as she did; and I can still remember the look of respect on the face of the piercing expert when she refused any anaesthetic and assured him she would enjoy the pain. "You are a very lucky man," he said to me confidentially as I was paying the bill while Maki was cleaning up. "I know I am," I said. "How old is she really? Don't tell me if you'd rather not." We had signed papers certifying that she was over eighteen, of course. "Sixteen," I admitted. "Very nice," he said. "I see lots of girls here, you know, all dreaming of an active sex-life, but I don't often see one as talented as she is." There was nothing prurient in what he said: he was simply an expert who had seen a lot of beauty and enjoyed his work decorating and enhancing it. "What is she planning to do when she leaves school?" "She wants to _start_ by getting a job as a stripper," I confided. I didn't need to explain what career she was planning to start in that way. "In fact, she wants to do that now - doesn't see the need to wait. But I think she's still a bit young for it." "Oh, not at all. She's ready." He handed me a card. "Let me know if I can help with introductions." "That's very kind of you." As a long-term resident of Tokyo, and a man with normal healthy interests, I had already found my way to the sex-clubs and nude shows where the prettiest and most enthusiastic girls worked. Indeed as a journalist specialising in writing about the Japanese sex industry I had access to many establishments not normally open to _gaijin_, and had good contacts of my own. I didn't like to tell him that, though: it would have seemed like showing off. "No trouble. Lots of the girls I see here are keen to get into the business, and the least I can do for them is help them get their start. There's plenty of room for pretty young ones like her in the sex industry." The silver decoration we had chosen for Maki covered her little navel completely, and was fixed in the usual way by a silver hook passing through the upper part of her dimple and ending in a little stud emerging just above it. There was a tiny hook at the base of the decoration from which other jewellery could hang. As she now leant over the bed squealing with joy while I spanked her, all five of her piercings were supporting delicate chains terminating in little silver bells: one from each ear, three from each nipple and two from her navel stud. Their tinkling blended delightfully with her gasps and screams of pleasure. I stopped spanking her for a moment and began to kiss the charmingly pink skin of her bottom. Then I asked if she wanted more. Of course she said yes. "Which would you like?" I asked. I had carefully placed a black cat-o'-nine-tails, its long lashes cruelly knotted, and a slender cane sheathed in leather, on the bed where she could see them - and look forward to them. "Both!" she said - of course. "Greedy!" "The cat first," she said firmly, "and then the cane. And after that, I promise to make you come all over my breasts. You like that, don't you?" "I like it. If you make it last." "I'll make it last." I picked up the cat slowly. I let its lashes slide sensuously over the sheet as her eyes followed it lovingly, then shook them out with a sexy rustling sound. I took up position while she braced herself for the first shock of pain. The lashes whistled through the air, then decorated her bottom and upper thighs before falling again. She let out a strangled gasp. I raised my arm and gave her another stroke with all my strength. And again. The hard knots decorated her skin prettily. For her they were like silver stars bursting into the heaven of her pleasure. I knew that because she had told me. Maki could be very poetic sometimes. "Oh! You're hurting me! Please don't hurt me! It hurts so much. Oh _yes_, hurt me more! I'm coming! Oh, stop! No, don't stop! I'm coming, I'm coming! Hurt me more! Whip me harder! Harder! Oh, stop, stop - you're hurting me! Yes, yes! More! Hurt me! It's _wonderful_! Ohhh!" I have recordings of Maki begging for the pain she loves so much, her squeals blending with the sexy swishing of the long lashes. I do love whipping Maki. Of all the sexy little Japanese masochists I know, she is the most enthusiastic. And to think it all began with the prick of a body-piercer's needle! After about fifty strokes Maki had passed through the stages of pain, pleasure, initial orgasm and ecstatic floating in a world to which only she had the key. I was beginning to need the promised relief between her breasts. I dropped the cat, and without breaking the rhythm of my whipping switched to the cane. The flexible twig of birch in its slender leather sheath sizzled through the air before inscribing a dozen or more lines of fire on her bottom. She was screaming at full voice now and begging for mercy: others might have thought she was in real pain and truly wanted me to stop, but I knew her better. At last her legs gave way and she collapsed onto the bed, sobbing and gasping. It was several minutes before she recovered. "Ooh, that was wonderful!" she said. "Oh, thank you! No one whips me better than you do." She rolled over and tried to sit on the edge of the bed facing me; but at first the rough sheet stimulated her glowing, tingling bottom more than she expected. After wriggling experimentally she arranged herself as she liked, and reached out for my erection. Before she could begin, I unhooked the chains and bells from her nipples and handed them to her. She added them to the little cluster hanging from her navel decoration, then wriggled her stomach muscles so as to set them all ringing. If I hadn't been fully aroused already the sexy effect would have made me want her immediately. She began by stroking my cock with both hands, then knelt on the carpet and took me for a while deep into her mouth. Then at last she rose on her knees and arranged her breasts on either side of my cock, squeezing them together and masturbating me slowly, maddeningly. Her hard nipples, pushed forward by the rings which kept them permanently erected, pressed against my stomach. I seized her by the shoulders, squeezing her onto me. She looked up with a happy smile. One hand was now tickling my balls with the pointed tips of her fingernails. "Nice?" "You know it's nice. Oh, God! You're making me come." She smiled teasingly and stopped masturbating me, refusing to let me come - yet. Several times she brought me to the brink, then denied me relief. She was wonderful. Normally I prefer to come in a girl's cunt, mouth or arse, and I expect you do too, but in her expertise with her breasts Maki had almost invented a fourth hole - or at least a channel in which my cock delighted to lie, coming at her will. Do try it with your girls, if you haven't already. At last she took mercy on me, stroking me with her hands before bringing me to climax all over her breasts. When I at last pulled away from her, she leant back against the bed, panting with pleasure and dabbling her fingers in my cum. I collapsed to the floor and sat beside her. "Lovely," I said. "Really lovely." "I'm glad." She looked at me with a smile, licked her sticky fingers, and said, "Whip me again?" "Not now," I said. "We must get ready for the party." "Yes!" she said, scrambling quickly to her feet. "What time is it?" I told her. "What are you thinking of wearing?" I asked. "Wouldn't it be fun to wear nothing? After all, whatever I wear it won't stay on for long." "Yes, but men like to see a girl wearing _something_ - and then help her take it off." "All right, if you say so. I thought, maybe my favourite silver outfit." "Have I seen it on you yet?" "No. It will be the first time. For you and your friends." "With matching high heels ..." "Yes, of course." "... and a little silver g-string." "Do I have to? It feels much nicer wearing nothing underneath. And _knowing_ I'm wearing nothing." "I don't insist. It's lovely to see a girl take off her dress and show that she's been nude underneath all the time." "And it's so nice when a man puts his fingers gently up my skirt and finds I'm wet and ready for him." "Mm'mm. But it's also nice to have two goes at undressing a girl. You know, help her peel off her dress, and still have a little g-string to take off next. Someone said he loved the way you always asked 3 ... what is it you say?" "Oh ... when I'm in only my g-string I like to pretend I can't undo the bows, and say to the man, 'please - please make me nude! I want to be nude for you ... oh, _so_ much!'" "Yes! You must do that when you're a professional stripper," I said. "Let's practise!" Maki hunted in the drawers where we kept her party clothes and ran off to the bathroom. She returned with her breasts washed clean of my cum and with her little bells hanging from her nipple-rings again. There was just a little silver triangle tied in place over her pussy, and she was wearing silver shoes with long laces bound several times round her ankles and the highest heels she could manage. She danced provocatively for me, then let my hands caress her and wriggled her bottom sweetly against my crotch. "Oh, please may I be nude for you? Please will you make me nude ...?" she whispered. "Oh, I want _so_ much to be nude! For you! Just for you! Take off my panties and make me nude! Nude - nude - nude just for you! Oh, I want it so much!" She didn't have to ask twice. Then she teased me wickedly, saying "No, no, you're not to come! Keep that for the party!" Somehow I managed to obey. "I'm longing to be a stripper at a real club!" she said. "Standing naked on the stage ... tingling all over with excitement." "How do you know you'll enjoy it so much?" I asked, teasing her. "Well, it feels wonderful when I go nude at parties," she said seriously, "and being nude at a strip-club must be even better." "It makes all the men feel good too," I assured her. "Being teased by lovely nude girls." She giggled delightfully. "Just being teased?" she asked flirtatiously. "What else did you have in mind?" "How would you like to be helpless and tormented?" she asked, tickling my balls maddeningly. "Er, how tormented?" I asked cautiously. Young girls like Maki can have marvellously inventive sexual fantasies, and it's fun to help make them come real: but I like to know what I am in for first. "You know, a whole series of girls taking it in turns to strip for you and try to make you come. They can touch you any way they like but you're not allowed to touch them. And you don't come, even though you know the torment won't end until you do." "I think I'd like that very much," I said. I knew I would because there'd been a time when a team of enthusiastic schoolgirls used to do that to me once or twice a week. One hour and twenty-three minutes was my endurance record. My orgasm after that had been spectacular. In a girl's tight little anus, I remembered. She had promised her friends she would succeed in making me come where they had failed. I could still remember how she had gripped my erection with her anal muscles, forcing her arsehole down onto it, squealing irresistibly with lust. What was her name? Sachi, that was it. I wondered who was fucking her arse now. Lucky man, whoever he was. Maki left me in peace for a while as she rummaged through my toy drawer, looking for novelties. There was a new pair of nipple-clamps which she played with for a moment - then, rather to my disappointment, put them aside. "What are these?" she asked, holding up a string of anal beads I had recently bought. I explained. "Oh, how lovely! Do you think I could wear them? I've never had anything up my arse." "You've had my tongue," I corrected her. "But that was only a little way." "Well, that's not my fault." She giggled. "But would these help to ... you know ... prepare the way, make me a little more open?" "There's only one way to find out." So she lay on her tummy and sucked the beads, while I licked her tiny arsehole: both of us co-operating harmoniously, you see, and using the lubricant nature has provided for this purpose. Then she reached back and handed me the string of beads, dripping with her sweet saliva. "Put them in, please." So I did, one by one, listening out for any cry of discomfort - but none came. At last the beads were all in where they belonged, and only a little loop of thread hung there to betray her secret. She jumped off the bed and danced happily round the room. "Ohh, they feel gorgeous!" she said. I didn't explain that the beads were what are technically called duotone balls: thin shells each containing a heavy ball-bearing small enough to rattle inside at the slightest movement and make the shell wriggle sensuously around in her narrow sheath. Needing no batteries they are environmentally friendly; and a girl can wear them - and the larger size designed to fit inside a cunt - as long as she wishes. "Come back here and let me pull them out," I said. Her hands flew protectively to her bottom. "I don't want you to do that!" "It's supposed to be part of the fun," I explained. "Feeling the balls pulled out one by one." "I don't care! I love them inside me! I want to wear them all the time! Except, of course ..." She giggled. "Now I must go and dress." She vanished into the bedroom. While I waited for her, I went over to the computer and occupied myself looking through some pictures I had downloaded. Whatever did we do before the internet enriched all our lives by making quality pornography universally available?[10] I suddenly realised Maki had stolen up behind me. "Oh, how beautiful she is!" she said, leaning her bare arms on my shoulders and her cheek against mine as she looked longingly at the naked girl showing herself off on the screen. "I want to do that ... and let _everybody_ see me do it! She must be _so_ happy! She looks happy ..." "I'm sure the shots they take of you in that studio where you earn your pocket-money are already on the net." "Oooh, do you think so? D'you think there are men everywhere looking at them?" "I'm sure there are." "And wanting me ... and doing _onani_[11] over me? What a waste ... when they could be fucking me!" She giggled. "Show me another one!" I clicked to the next. It showed a beautiful girl helplessly bound to a whipping-frame, on her face a charming expression of demure ecstasy. She was nude apart from the tight ropes exquisitely decorating her body, and the pretty metal pincers tormenting her nipples. "Oooh! Can't I do that? Won't you _please_ do that to me?" "Yes - one day." "Soon? And take lovely photos of me so everyone can see?" "Yes." I clicked on to the next picture. I knew already that it would show a man whipping the girl's stomach and thighs with a cat. Her sweet face showed clearly the joy she was feeling. There were several photos in the set, and I clicked slowly through them all. The last two showed the rear view as the man whipped her arse. "Oh, please!" said Maki, when she could speak again. "I want to be tied up and whipped like that!" "If you are very, very good," I said, "I'll take you to whipping parties where the men will do that to you." "Oooh! Really hard? Non-stop? All night long? Oh, _please_!" "You'll be the star," I explained carefully. "At your first party. Sadists love having a new victim to whip, and I'll make sure they give you a really good time. They'll take it in turns, and hand over to others when they need to join the other girls for a rest and a fuck. So yes, it will go on non-stop. All night. Do you think you are up to that?" Maki gasped. I could tell her imagination was racing. "Me?" was all she could say. "_Ohhh_!" I minimised the picture on the screen. She had something new to think about now. It would be good for her to wait, her lust for these new delights boiling up inside her till she could stand it no longer and begged me on her knees to take her, a virgin victim, to a joyous night of endless sadistic torment. "Do you believe in reincarnation?" she asked suddenly. "Well ..." I replied, uncertain what was coming. "I've been reading about the Ancient Romans," she said. (Maki reading history books? That was something new.) "In a _manga_ magazine." (That made more sense.) "Did you know they had slaves?" "Yes." "And the Masters had special pleasure-slaves. You know, girls chosen because they were beautiful and sexy, and their job was to be nude and fucked in the most original and exciting ways whenever their Masters wanted them. Or their Masters' guests at parties." "Whipped too, I expect," I prompted her. "Oooh, _yes_!" she said. "I'm sure they were! The lucky, lucky girls!" "Helplessly bound," I suggested, "guests invited to whip them and fuck them any way they liked ..." Maki's eyes were shining with excitement. "And I think," she said, "in another life I must have been one of those happy slaves." "It would explain a lot," I said. There was a pause. "I want to be your slave now," she said at last in a little voice. "Just as I was then. Your sex-slave. Yours and your friends'. I am your property. You can do absolutely _anything_ you like to me. The more extreme and ... er ..." "Depraved? Perverted? Kinky?" I suggested. "Yes! The more ... er ... _that_, the happier I'll be." I stood up. "Don't worry. We will. Now let me see your dress," I said firmly. She pirouetted round the room, keeping just out of my reach. "What do you think?" I somehow managed not to say, "You look gorgeous - let's fuck," which was the obvious reply, and looked her over critically. Maki was dressed in a glittering silver costume which had been bought for her by one of her lovers. I was sure he had been nicely rewarded. She was wearing a short sleeveless top, extending to just below her breasts. There were holes in the front big enough for her breasts with their erect nipples to peep through coquettishly, the bells fixed in them swinging and tinkling freely. She told me later she had cut and hemmed the holes herself. Then, below her flat, smooth tummy with the silver decoration shining in her navel, came a matching low-slung skirt sculpted tightly over her bottom and ending two or three millimetres below her crotch. It was impossible to tell from just looking if she was wearing any kind of panties underneath her skirt. Finding out would be fun, I thought. There was a pretty silver chain belt snug round her slim waist, hinting at her desire for specialist delights. I could already imagine her nude, chained tautly to a whipping-frame, her pretty bells tinkling as she squirmed and shivered under the enchanting torture of the whips. "Turn round," I said. Carefully, I examined her bare legs. They still showed a touch of schoolgirlish plumpness but were long and shapely, especially when, as now, stretched beautifully taut by the very high silver evening sandals she had chosen, their heels forcing her permanently onto her highest possible tiptoes. I felt very proud of her. It made me very happy to think I would be escorting such a delicious sexual treat to this evening's party for my friends to enjoy. Not that I could claim much credit. I had taught Maki a few tricks and had encouraged her uninhibited sexuality; but she was a free agent who offered herself for public sex and nudity because that was what she chose to do and enjoyed more than anything else in all the world. Standing behind her, I put my hands round her slim waist under the chain belt, my thumbs and fingers almost meeting. Then I moved my hands down her beautifully shaped bottom in its tight silver skin. Before I could slide my fingers under the hem and reach the goal of her - I was now certain - naked pussy, she pulled away from me. "Here!" she said, unhooking two of the bells from her navel ornament. "Hang them - you know!" I knew. I hooked the bells' chains into the little loop protruding from her anus, the only sign of the hidden string of anal beads filling and delighting her arsehole. The effect was charming and sweet, even without removing her skirt. "Won't they be a bit uncomfortable when you sit down?" "I don't think," she said with a giggle, "I shall be sitting down much at this party. Just kneeling, and - you know - squatting." "Yes. I think all my friends will want to take turns in your clever pussy and mouth." "And other things too, I hope. Remember, I'm your slave. I exist only to give pleasure. Like the Roman slavegirls I've been reading about. You will give me to your friends, and then you can all do _anything_ you like to me." "I'll make sure they all do." "D'you think I look nice enough for them?" she asked flirtatiously, knowing the answer very well. "You make me come just looking at you," I said. "Almost." She twirled round the room provocatively. "Aren't you jealous?" she asked when she came to a halt in my arms, her bottom wriggling against my crotch and her nipples nuzzling my hands. "What is there to be jealous about?" "You know, having to watch while I fuck so many men." "Don't be silly. I take this wonderful little sex-bomb to parties and give her to my friends to fuck; she fucks them non-stop all evening every way they want; she then comes home with me and fucks me to exhaustion the rest of the night. I'm the luckiest man in the world." I really meant it. "And I'm the luckiest girl." "If you're a good girl tonight," I said carefully, "I'll give you what you've been asking for." "What?" "I'll take you to a strip-club and introduce you to the manager. A really sleazy club suitable for a really keen beginner." "Oooh, lovely! Will I be allowed to perform?" "Of course! You'll _have_ to!" "Nude? Really nude? _Completely_ nude?" "Yes. Completely." "While all the men watch me? Oh, what _heaven_!" "The sort of place I'll take you to, they'll do more than watch." "You mean ...?" "They'll start by coming up on stage to fuck you. Then they'll invite you to join them in the audience." "Still nude? Still ... _oooh_!" "Of course. And then you'll be passed round till everyone has had you as much as they want." I didn't bother to explain that I would offer her to the club's manager on the basis that this would be Maki's initiation and trial. If she performed well and fucked with enthusiasm everyone who wanted her - as of course she would - she would be given the start she so much longed for. The first club would lend her to others; she would be booked to perform at private parties, and so on ... She twisted round in my arms, somehow managed to stand even higher on tiptoes than her shoes were already making her, and kissed me. "How wonderful! Will you be there too?" "Don't worry, I'll have my turn." "Can I do it every night?" "If you want to." "I want to do it every night," said Maki firmly. "_And_ every day. I'll never want to stop. It's the most wonderful thing I ever heard of." As I said, young Japanese girls can have the most remarkably inventive sexual fantasies, and helping to make them come true is my pleasure and my privilege. FOOTNOTES [10] Girls' lives as well as men's. Girls can - and do - learn so much from this vast resource of images of pretty girls happily showing off their delicious nudity. They at once realise how much they long to do the same; and the pornography sites' insatiable demand for pretty new models has created career opportunities on a vast scale. [11] _Onani_, from English "onanism", itself derived from the story of Onan in _Genesis_ xxxviii 9, is the normal Japanese word for masturbation (female as well as male, which would have surprised Onan). [Next in Part 12: Chapter XII: Yuki: Educating Yuki] For complete series so far see /files/Authors/Bob_Williams