Learning_About_Myself.08

THE MEGUMI STORIES
BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS

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

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. [13] 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 removing 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 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. [14] 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 than 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 masochistic submission 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 my own arse! 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 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. [15] 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 again. In fact he 
was displaying a more impressive erection than my 
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

[13]  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: 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

[14] Yes, there are plenty of pole-dancers in Japan 
who perform fully nude. You won't find 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

[15] As usual, Kokomi was working up ideas for 
routines she would one day use as a performer in 
exclusive sex-clubs. - S O


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