Learning_About_Myself.07

THE MEGUMI STORIES
BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS

VOLUME 06: LEARNING ABOUT MYSELF
BY SAYAKA ONODERA AND BOB WILLIAMS

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 nakedness. 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 and I could not stop 
myself moaning with pleasure. 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.

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 appreciative glances of the men standing below 
me and passing in the other direction, 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 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, my throat 
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 
appetites were 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 sublime 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]

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