Learning_About_Myself.06

THE MEGUMI STORIES
BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS

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

PART 06

CHAPTER VI

Girl Talk

The next day at school I behaved well, remembering 
what I owed to my mother in the double life I was 
leading. I whispered to my friends that I had had an 
exciting experience over the weekend, and promised to 
tell them more during our after-class meeting in the 
gymnasium. But then my period started and I wasn't 
able to join properly in our usual session of kissing 
and petting each others' nude bodies.

I didn't have a real "best friend" as schoolgirls 
often do: after all I was a popular member of our 
group and we were all friends together. But there was 
one girl I liked because she was especially 
sweet-natured and kind. I have already mentioned her: 
she and I were experimenting with the innocent 
pleasure of tickling each other's bottoms on that 
memorable occasion when boys first joined us in the 
gymnasium. Her name was Masumi and that afternoon she 
was especially good to me, feeling sorry for me I 
think that I was unable to indulge in more than 
kissing and having my sensitive breasts stroked. 
Masumi was five months older than me and rather plump. 
I guessed that one day her breasts and bottom and 
thighs would start to sag and she would have to rely 
on her natural sweetness of nature and taste for 
submissiveness if she was to continue pleasing men. 
But just now her breasts and bottom were firm and I 
was secretly envious of how much bigger they were than 
mine.

I was lying in her arms: she was naked of course while 
I still wore my skirt and knickers. We were kissing 
tenderly and stroking each other's breasts. Suddenly 
and without asking if she would like it I pinched one 
of her nipples quite hard between my fingers. She 
jumped and our mouths came apart.

"Is that nice?" I whispered.

"Umm ... yes, yes it is actually."

"More?"

"Yes please."

So I did it to her again, harder, while she moaned 
with pleasure.

"Have you ever worn, you know, clamps?"

"On my nipples?"

"Yes. You'd like them. They're lovely."

"Mm'mm. Have you?"

"Yes. In fact I was wearing them most of the weekend. 
Under my clothes when I was out. They felt wonderful."

"Where did you get them?"

"A cousin of mine - older than me - is staying at our 
house. She knows all about things like that! She lent 
me a pair."

That was a somewhat edited version of my experiences 
with these delightful instruments but it would do for 
the moment. I continued to pleasure Masumi's breasts 
with one hand while she lay half on top of me and 
kissed me gently. Then I let my other hand wander 
downwards. I stroked her firm round bottom very gently 
with my fingertips and felt her respond by kissing me 
more passionately. We had done that to each other 
quite often since that memorable first occasion, so it 
did not surprise her. Then, very daring, I raised my 
hand and gave her a very light slap before resuming my 
light tickling. This time she did not pull apart from 
me but murmured her pleasure as we held our kiss. So I 
did it again, a little harder. She pushed me fully 
onto my back and held me as if we were really making 
love. I continued to spank her as she wriggled on top 
of me. At last she stopped kissing me.

"Oh, that's _lovely_!" she said, her eyes wide with 
excitement. "Please keep doing it!"

"It's nice, isn't it? My cousin taught me about that 
too."

I said nothing about the use of the whip. If Masumi 
had not experienced nipple-clamps she probably knew 
nothing of what a lovingly applied whip could mean to 
a girl, and I didn't want to frighten her off before 
she had even started. But the thought of whipping this 
firm round bottom, or even being allowed to watch 
while a lover whipped it, excited me. I knew that 
girls were sometimes bound before being whipped: I had 
seen photographs in magazines. It occurred to me that 
Masumi's plump body would look very pretty decorated 
with ropes. Tight ropes: yes, the tighter the better 
... I ground my hips against hers and kissed her more 
passionately than ever.

"I have a plan for Sunday," I said when at last we 
paused for a moment. "Why don't we meet in the morning 
- your house would be best, mine is so small - and I 
could show you my cousin's nipple-clamps and ... and 
other things. And then we could go to the place I went 
to yesterday and meet some, you know, friends of 
mine."

And so it was agreed.

==

Being off sex for most of the week meant that I was 
able to concentrate on my "other" life. I worked hard 
and was attentive in class, and Reina was pleased with 
the way I did my homework. On the Friday she presented 
me, as promised, with a stock of birth control pills 
and instructed me on taking them.

"Now you can have all the sex you want without 
worrying about it," she said with a smile. "Enjoy 
yourself!"

"Thank you," I said seriously. "Where did you get 
them?"

"Oh, from a doctor who looks after the girls at my 
studio," she said airily. "Don't worry: I'll see you 
get a regular supply even after I've left." [12]

"Er ... Reina," I said.

"Yes, dear?"

"On Sunday I'm meeting a friend. A girl from school. 
And I'm planning to take her to Yoyogi Park. Where we 
went together last weekend. Do you mind?"

"That will be very nice for you dear. And for your 
friend. Don't worry about me. I was going to tell you: 
I'll be busy over the weekend. A rush job at my 
studio."

"Oh. That's all right then. But Reina ..."

"Yes?"

"Do you think you could very kindly lend us a pair of 
matching outfits? Like we had together last time? My 
friend is my height but rather plumper ..."

"Of course, dear. I'll find you both something nice."

"And ... my friend ... that is, I _think_ my friend 
would like to experience ... you know, whips, clamps - 
the pretty things we used together. Do you think you 
could ...?"

Reina looked at me with a merry smile. For a moment I 
thought she was about to make fun of me, but she was 
too kind and understanding.

"Of course! I'll bring you a selection. All sorts of 
pretty toys. That will be so nice for you both!"

==

Without Reina to take me on exciting trips to broaden 
my sexual experience, Saturday passed rather slowly. I 
went out with a group of friends as usual, visiting 
shops and enjoying a simple lunch together, but 
although I tried to behave as normal my mind was on my 
plans for the next day. At home I showered and shaved 
off the black fuzz which was beginning to grow again 
between my legs. The man who had fucked me in Yoyogi 
Park had certainly liked my pretence of being even 
younger than I was! Reina returned in the early 
evening, bearing a collection of carrier bags; but she 
refused to show me what they contained till she too 
had showered and had something to eat. Then I massaged 
her shoulders and back for her. Of course the massage 
soon developed into an intensive sex session which 
more than made up for my lack of activity during the 
day.

"You've no idea how worn out I am!" she said. "It's 
been such a hard day ... but fortunately there's 
always sex, isn't there? Nothing like it for relaxing 
a girl and making her feel life's worth living again! 
Oh, yes ... that's good! That's _really_ good!"

She was lying naked on the floor on her back with her 
legs apart and her knees a little drawn up, and I was 
sucking and stroking her beautiful pussy while her 
hand on the back of my head guided me to the exact 
spot she wanted me to pleasure. I was deeply flattered 
that my wonderful cousin, with all her experience, was 
pleased by my efforts.

"Oh ... something new for you," she said, raising 
herself on one elbow. "Pass me that bag - no, the 
white one with the black logo."

It was the now familiar logo of the shop called 
Restraint. I pulled out the object it contained and 
spread it on the floor. It was an enormous imitation 
cock modelled in hard black plastic with straps 
attached.

"I don't suppose you've ever used a strap-on with your 
friends, have you Saa-chan?" asked Reina kindly. "Or 
had it used on you?"

I shook my head. I was running my hand along the 
deeply ridged plastic. It was even nicer than a real 
erection and I was already longing to feel it inside 
me.

"I was planning to demonstrate it for you, but I'm so 
lacking in energy tonight I think I'll let you have 
first go. Let me show you ..."

"No, no ... you rest. I'll manage."

It wasn't difficult to understand. Clearly one strap 
buckled round my waist while the other passed between 
my legs and joined the belt at the back. Reina told me 
to tighten the straps as much as I could and as I did 
the huge artificial cock stood up firmly, its tip 
thrusting towards her. At the other end, behind the 
straps, was a hard plastic pad covered with rows of 
blunt spikes which pressed agreeably against my pussy. 
I gazed down at my new organ, and giggled at the 
thought that I was looking at something men saw every 
day. I stroked it slowly, as a man likes to do before 
entering a pussy. Reina was watching me, and laughed.

"Oh, how lovely you look, Saa-chan! Come here and fuck 
me at once!"

She rolled over onto her front and presented her 
beautiful bottom to me, supporting herself on her 
knees and elbows. I knelt behind her and guided my 
cock towards her with my hand as men did. Her pussy 
was still soaked with the blend of my saliva and her 
love-juice, and the unevenly moulded black rod began 
to enter her easily: not smoothly, but purposefully as 
each carved ridge pushed through the pouting lips of 
her cunt. I heard her gasp and beg for more. I let go 
of the cock and grabbed her thighs, pulling her onto 
me. She began to squeal as each of the heavy edges in 
the plastic penetrated her. At last I - it - was fully 
inside her. The spiked pad pressed against my own 
pussy and gave me almost the same pleasure she was 
feeling. Then, remembering what men liked to do to me, 
I pulled out half-way then quickly re-entered her. 
Again. And again. And again, while Reina screamed and 
implored me not to stop. Of course I wasn't going to 
stop. And I soon understood what I suppose was 
obvious, that there was no reason why I should _ever_ 
stop. Unlike a real cock, this one would never come, 
never lose its rigidity and its potency. The only 
reason to stop would be if I became too tired to 
continue - and there was no chance of that! In ... out 
... in ... out ... Reina screaming and begging at 
every movement ... the spiked pad stimulating me and 
bringing me not quite to climax ... Very daring, I 
took one hand away from her thigh and slapped her on 
the buttock as I entered her yet again. I was rewarded 
with an incoherent cry of "Oh yes oh yes oh yes ..."

I have no idea how long we continued. At last Reina 
pulled away from me - not because she had had enough 
but to take up a new position. She arranged me on my 
back, knelt over me and slowly impaled herself on my 
magnificent cock. Now it was her turn to take control 
of our fucking. At first she held herself upright, but 
then she gradually leant forward till our breasts were 
touching, our erect nipples squirming against each 
other. She began to kiss me, more and more 
passionately. I felt her begin to climax, and was able 
to reach her bottom with my hands, helping her to 
ecstasy by spanking her as she came. After a brief 
pause, we rolled over without my cock leaving her 
pussy. I was on top now, and took the initiative 
again, entering her, part leaving her, entering her 
again; kissing her; pinching and stroking her breasts 
till at last we climaxed gloriously together.

When our breathing and heartbeats had returned to 
something like normal, I pulled out of her and sat up. 
She reached up and held my upper arms.

"That was ... oh, it was ... I can't thank you 
enough!"

"Oh, Reina, I owe you so much - I love you so much ... 
I'm so happy that I pleased you!"

"Let's go to bed now. I could sleep for ever! And I 
have to work again tomorrow ..."

I unbuckled the straps and removed the black cock. 
Together we spread out the _futon_ and lay down, still 
naked and lovingly entangled. Reina reached out and 
turned the switch of the floor-lamp so that only the 
tiny night-light bulb was illuminated. She was asleep 
in my arms almost at once.

In the middle of the night she woke.

"Saa-chan ... are you awake?"

"Mm'mm ...?"

"Please wear the strap-on and do it all to me once 
more ... take me! Do you mind? I can't sleep till I've 
had it again!"

Of course I didn't mind! I had never felt so happy, 
and proud, in all my life.

==

The next morning Reina was businesslike and in no mood 
to make love again. After we had folded away the 
_futon_ and had a hurried breakfast, she unpacked her 
mysterious carrier bags and laid the contents out on 
the floor. There were three identical dresses: pretty 
white halter-neck mini-dresses rather like the 
sparkling blue one I had worn the previous weekend but 
the skirts, while just as short, looser and more 
feminine. One dress was exactly my size; one was 
slightly bigger and the other bigger still - one of 
those would surely fit my friend, Reina explained. And 
I still had the silver high-heeled shoes in three 
sizes.

"I haven't brought any panties," she said. "_Much_ 
more fun without!"

I remembered that the little thongs we had worn in 
Yoyogi Park the week before had ended up in one of the 
Park's rubbish bins. The loose skirts of these dresses 
would swing prettily as we walked, I thought, and 
offer enticing glimpses of our naked availability! I 
was already longing to try out the effect.

The other bags contained, as Reina had promised, a 
selection of whips, nipple-clamps and other toys. She 
showed me that the whips included the straightforward 
type I had enjoyed at my first experience, but others 
had many thin lashes decorated with tight knots and 
there were a couple with a single braided and polished 
leather thong which creaked sexily when flicked 
through the air. I was especially interested in the 
varieties of nipple-clamps: butterfly clamps of the 
type Bob had used on me and the little metal sleeves 
which had gripped my nipples so enjoyably under my 
dress during our expedition last Sunday; but also 
tweezer types which could be tightened by adjusting a 
little slide and pretty discs which fitted over the 
nipples and gripped them delightfully as a central 
knob was twisted tighter and tighter. Finally, Reina 
added a pair of canes to the collection: thin flexible 
slivers of wood sheathed in black leather.

"These will really, really hurt!" she said. "I promise 
you, they make a girl's bottom sizzle for hours. 
Lovely! But they're for advanced students only. Start 
with the whips with the leather strips; then the ones 
with all the knotted lashes; then as a special treat 
the braided bullwhips. One day, perhaps you'll find 
they don't satisfy you any more. Then you are allowed 
to cane each other, but not before. Don't forget."

I promised I wouldn't.

"Are they really for me to keep?" I asked uncertainly. 
"I don't have much pocket-money, you see ..."

Reina laughed.

"You'll be earning a lot of pocket-money before I've 
finished with your training!" she said. "Anyway, every 
girl should own a selection of whips and canes. And 
learn to use them and enjoy having them used on her. 
It's a very special moment in a new relationship - 
when you show your collection to a lover ... you know, 
very shyly ... and invite him to use them."

"Ohhh ..."

"The first whipping with a new lover is even more 
exciting than the first fuck. You'll soon find out! 
But today you're planning to practice on your 
friend," she went on, her mood changing suddenly from 
sentimental to practical. "You'll enjoy it, of course 
- but it's a very good thing to learn. Men love 
watching girls whip each other. It'll be useful when 
you start on your profession. And today of course you 
also have your strap-on to use on her. Or for her to 
use on you," she added with a sexy giggle. "Have lots 
of fun - and tell me all about it this evening."

She was about to go, then turned back.

"But remember - when you whip each other, the idea is 
to build up an appetite, not to satisfy it. Remember 
how eager you were when we arrived at Yoyogi Park last 
week? The whip is just to get you started. Make sure 
you still want sex desperately. That way you'll be 
sure to get it."

She kissed me, and was gone.

==

Masumi's house was bigger and more modern than mine. 
Her father was out at his Sunday golf match, of 
course, but her mother welcomed me and explained that 
she could not stay long as she was due at a ladies' 
meeting. With a final warning to Masumi to lock up 
carefully and not to stay out too late, she left us. 
Holding Reina's precious carrier bags, we scampered up 
the stairs together to Masumi's room. Like the rest of 
the house it had a wooden floor and western furniture. 
We undressed quickly and sat together on Masumi's bed, 
kissing and stroking each other's breasts.

"Oh, this is so nice ..." Masumi whispered as I gently 
squeezed and twisted her nipples.

"Do you remember I told you about little, you know, 
toys?" I asked softly. "Things you can wear on your 
breasts. To make them feel nice."

She said nothing, just looked at me with her lips 
apart and her eyes sparkling. I scrambled off the bed 
and hunted quickly through Reina's collection. I 
decided to start her with the butterfly clamps. I 
showed them to her, then without waiting for 
permission attached them, first to her left breast and 
then to her right. The chain joining them sparkled as 
it swung against her tummy. I added the little bells. 
Then it was my turn to decorate my nakedness with 
another pair. Masumi looked at me, then rushed to 
examine her own breasts in the dressing-table mirror.

"Oh, they're beautiful!" she said at last. "And they 
feel so good! Can't they ... er ..."

"Of course they can!" I said, knowing at once what she 
wanted. After all, I wanted it too: I showed her how 
pulling on the chain made the pretty steel jaws bite 
harder, and harder ... She didn't ask me how to 
relieve the pressure by releasing the clamps, so I 
didn't tell her.

We lay in each other's arms, our hands becoming more 
and more daring as we stroked and petted. I began to 
caress and spank her bottom, lightly at first - 
nothing more than a gentle tickle - then a little 
harder.

"You like this, don't you?" I whispered.

Her kisses told me that she did.

"I have another toy for us both to enjoy ..."

Start with the simple one, Reina had said: the whip 
with the nine leather lashes. I took it from the bag 
and shook it out: how pretty it was, the soft strips 
of red leather curling into a random pattern as they 
reached the floor! How long and elegant, how sweet 
their promise of love and pleasure ... I had imagined 
myself positioning Masumi kneeling by the bed, 
offering me her plump bottom as I stood over it and 
whipped harder and harder. But then I remembered the 
other thing Reina had said: how whipping must above 
all be performed with love. I sat beside her on the 
bed and held her in my left arm, stroking and 
caressing her as best I could. It was not the most 
comfortable or convenient position from which to reach 
her bottom, but I managed to hold the handle of the 
whip as far above her as my arm could reach, and 
allowed the darling lashes to tickle her round 
plumpness. Her murmurs of pleasure showed how much she 
was enjoying it. Somehow I was able to turn the 
tickling into gentle whipping.

"Oh, it's _lovely_, Saa-chan! Can't you do it more?"

"I'll have to change position - is that all right? 
Kneel on the floor beside the bed and lean forward. 
Yes, like that is fine ... I won't do it hard, but if 
it hurts and you don't like it, just tell me."

I knew how important it was not too go too far too 
fast. Bob Williams had introduced me _so_ gently: I 
had fallen in love with the whip from its very first 
kiss. I took up position, drawing the long lashes 
through my left hand and then swinging them lightly 
against her bottom. I was making just a circular 
motion with my right hand, bringing the lashes gently 
into contact with her again and again rather than 
whipping her properly. She trembled and gasped, but 
made no complaint. Again. Again, slightly harder. 
Harder still. Now I had changed from a circular motion 
to a genuine whipping action, slashing swiftly 
downwards and then lifting my arm slowly for another 
stroke. Her bottom was beginning to show a sweet pink, 
harmonising charmingly with the random patterns of the 
red lashes. She was now greeting each stroke with a 
pretty little "Oh!", but with no hint of wanting me to 
stop. I increased the vigour of my whipping, using all 
my strength now and letting the long lashes wander up 
her back and down over her thighs. She was gripping 
the far edge of the bed with her hands, no longer 
greeting each stroke with a squeal of pleasure but 
moaning endlessly and begging for more. After about 
twenty minutes I stopped, let the whip fall on the 
floor and joined her on the bed. I took her in my arms 
and let her sob out her happiness against my breasts.

"Oh, that was so wonderful ... thank you ... I love 
you so much, Saa-chan!"

"Wouldn't you like to do it to me now?" I asked. "If 
you really love me, that is."

"Yes, yes - teach me!"

"It's best when people really love each other, like we 
do," I said, looking at her seriously. "That way it 
feels wonderful. So loving and - you know - tender."

"Oh, I want to love you with the whip ... like you did 
me!"

She jumped up and stood over me, the pretty silver 
chain dangling from her nipple-clamps tinkling and 
swaying, enhancing her plump nudity. Now it was my 
turn to kneel beside the bed while she whipped my 
bottom with growing confidence and I begged her to do 
it with all her strength.

"Oh, it's beautiful!" she said when she had finished. 
"I mean, it was nice when you just spanked me with you 
hand, but this ... this ..."

"I have something even nicer!" I said, jumping off the 
bed.

I hunted eagerly through Reina's bag and pulled out 
the whip with hundreds of lashes in thin cord, many of 
them decorated with hard knots. It was the whip Reina 
and I had used to pleasure each other the previous 
week. We sat together and felt the lashes with our 
fingers, both longing to enjoy their caress.

"It's your turn to be whipped!" I said, pretending to 
be fierce and stern but my voice betraying my love for 
her.

She obviously adored it, screaming and imploring me 
not to stop. But I had to have my turn, and again 
enjoyed the bliss of feeling the tiny points of agony 
from the hard knots mingled with the overall tingling 
glow from the thin lashes. At last we lay together, 
kissing and sucking each other's breasts while our 
hands stroked and tickled each other's tender, burning 
bottoms. Just for fun I took off one of her 
nipple-clamps and one of mine and then changed them 
round so that the silver chains bound us together.

"What we really want," I said, "is a man to whip us."

"Oh, yes! That would be lovely! Have you been whipped 
by a man, Saa-chan?"

"Yes. It's nice when a girl does it, but men are even 
better ... so much stronger ..."

"Oh, it must be! Do you know a man who would like to 
whip me?"

"Yes, I think so. We could kneel side by side ... 
close together ... _chained_ together like we are now 
only more ... and he could whip us both at once!"

"Ooh, how _wonderful_!"

At last I pulled away, removed the nipple-clamps so 
that we were no longer chained to each other by our 
breasts, tried for a moment to sit up, then decided it 
would be better to stand.

"What shall we do now?" asked Masumi.

"We're going out. Remember? I promised to take you to 
Yoyogi Park."

"Oh ... can't we stay here and make love? I want it so 
badly."

"Of course you do. So do I. That's the idea. I wanted 
us both to be so desperate for sex that it'll be even 
more wonderful when we get it."

"All right. I suppose we'd better get dressed."

"I've brought clothes," I said.

I pulled my white minidress from another of Reina's 
bags and held it up against my naked body.

"Ooh! How pretty! I wish I had a dress like that."

"You have!" I said triumphantly, producing one of the 
others with a flourish. "I thought it would be fun to 
go as sisters. You know, like twins ... and I brought 
two sizes so you could choose."

"Oh, Saa-chan, you are so clever!" She took the two 
dresses and started to consider which to wear. "But 
what about panties?"

"No panties," I said firmly. "It's much more fun 
without."

I am starting to sound like Reina, I thought. But that 
doesn't matter. Reina knows everything there is to 
know about fun and sex, and she is always right.

Masumi tried on both dresses and decided on the 
smaller one. It was in fact a little tight round her 
waist and over her breasts, but she was right: the 
tightness enhanced her plump sexiness. I helped her 
with the zipper of the short flirty skirt and was 
about to tie the strings of the halter behind her 
neck. Then I remembered something.

"You liked the nipple-clamps, didn't you?" I said. "Of 
course those are too bulky to wear under your clothes, 
but here's another pair. Different - and just as 
nice."

I held up the little metal discs Reina had provided 
and showed her how to insert each erect nipple into 
the place meant for it and how to twist the mechanism 
so that it gripped as tightly as she liked it. Then, 
ignoring her ecstatic coos and squeals at the pleasure 
the clamps were giving her, I tied the halter-neck for 
her.

"A little bit loose, not too firmly," I said, meaning 
the upper part of her dress not the clamps. "Then 
people get nice glimpses of your breasts from the 
side."

I put on my own matching nipple-clamps and dress, and 
she helped me by tying the strings in a neat bow 
hanging down my bare back. The mixture of slinky cloth 
and nakedness was very arousing; but nicer still - 
even nicer than the clamps biting lusciously into my 
sensitive breasts - was the loose skirt tickling my 
tingling bottom as it swished round me and sending new 
waves of fiery lust through me. I reached out and 
stroked Masumi's bottom through the cloth of her 
dress, very gently, just as an experiment. She jumped 
and let out a little startled sob. Yes, she was as hot 
as I was. What fun it would be when passing men patted 
and stroked our bottoms the way girls love them to do, 
even if they coyly pretend not to! We went downstairs 
in our bare feet, carrying our silver high-heels; 
stepped into our shoes at the entrance; and set out on 
our adventure. Masumi locked the front-door carefully 
as her mother had instructed, and hung the key on a 
chain round her neck.


FOOTNOTE

[12] The pill is now widely used in Japan but for a 
long time the Japanese medical profession resisted it, 
arguing that while it might be suitable for Western 
women it could have unpredictable side-effects when 
taken by Japanese. In fact it suited doctors to see 
abortion continue as the main means of birth control: 
there is of course much more money in it for them. 
Many sexually active girls have frequent abortions. 
Because it is such a common procedure, it is much 
simpler and surrounded by much less medical and moral 
drama than in the West. - B W


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