UNFINISHED AFFAIRS 08

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 08

CHAPTER VIII 

The Rock-Hard Club

     And then there was Natsuko. Yes. Well ... She was 
     a _very_ special girl in my life. She was the 
     younger sister of someone's best friend. I hardly 
     had to teach her anything. She and her friends 
     were already the most accomplished little sluts. 
     Oh yes ... 

"Did I ever tell you about the club we've formed in my 
class at school?" Natsuko asked me one day. 

"No, I don't think so," I said. 

"Well, it was really my friend Momoko's idea. You 
remember I told you about her?" 

"The girl you sit next to in class, who knows all 
about bondage gear?" 

"That's right! You were paying attention! I wasn't 
sure." 

The idea that I could _not_ be paying attention when 
Natsuko told me about her kinky schoolfriend was so 
absurd that I could only reply by kissing her and 
tweaking her naked breasts with my fingers. 

"Mm'mm! Nice! How about putting some nipple-clamps on 
me and screwing them real tight and seeing if you can 
make me scream?" 

This was a few weeks after Natsuko's first experience 
in my torture-chamber, and she had been making rapid 
progress in that branch of her education. 

"Later. I want to hear about the club." 

"Promise?" 

"Yes." 

"_Really_ tight? The nice battery ones that give me 
random electric shocks?" 

"Yes, those. Really tight. And then you can put 
something on and we'll go out for a walk and see if 
you can behave as if nothing's happening to you." 

"You do have lovely ideas. Let's do it now!" 

"The club." 

"Oh, all right. Well, Momoko suggested one day that it 
wasn't really enough, just meeting boys our own age 
and stroking and kissing their cocks and letting them 
come all over us. I mean, that's nice, but girls our 
age are much more grown-up than boys our age, don't 
you think? Some of us had already found grown-up 
lovers - you know, like me with you and the other men 
I fuck - and she thought it was time we had regular 
meetings." 

"Sort of orgies where you could exchange partners and 
learn from each other?" 

"That's right! How did you guess?" 

"I'm beginning to know how your sexy little mind 
works," I said teasingly. 

"Well, it seemed a good idea to some of us, but the 
first problem was where to meet. Then we found the 
gymnasium was never normally used after school, and 
there's plenty of room there. And mats to lie on and 
so on." 

"Doesn't anyone check it or clean it when it's 
supposed to be empty?" 

"Well, yes: the janitor does that. But we found a way 
of persuading him to let us use it undisturbed for a 
couple of hours after school Monday to Thursday." 

She didn't explain how he was persuaded, and was 
staying persuaded: it wasn't difficult to guess. 

"So how big is your club?" I asked instead.

"About thirty girls. Mostly from my class - 
sixteen-year-olds. But some from a year or two below, 
and a few from the class above. But they tend to be a 
bit bossy and think they know it all." 

I knew about girls like that. On the whole I preferred 
younger ones like Natsuko. They had nicely developed 
bodies, and were obsessed with sex the way girls 
should be, but were still eager to learn more from men 
like me. 

"And what sort of men come to your meetings?" I asked. 

"Older men. Men like you. Those of us who have older 
lovers invite them along and share them." 

"Share them, do they?" 

"That's right. You wouldn't mind being shared, would 
you?" 

The thought of being shared by thirty sex-crazed naked 
teenaged girls was, well, attractive. 

"And you girls try out each others' men?" 

"That's right. You won't mind watching me being fucked 
by the others, will you?" 

I tried to look severe, but the thought of watching a 
delighted Natsuko being passed joyfully from lover to 
lover was too arousing. Or perhaps it was her clever 
fingers stroking my cock. 

"You don't seem to mind when I do it at parties," she 
continued, pouting prettily. "I mean, I love being 
your personal slut when we are alone together, and I 
adore the things you do to me, but I want to be 
promiscuous just like you are." 

I had taught Natsuko the words "slut" and 
"promiscuous" as part of my effort to improve her 
English. They suited her and she seemed to enjoy 
saying them. 

"After all, once I start on my career ..." 

I had given Natsuko the free run of my growing 
collection of Japanese video porn, which had 
reinforced her determination to work in the sex 
industry and to star in porn videos herself. 

"Well, when shall I come to a meeting?" I asked. 

"Let me see. Today's Sunday ..." 

Indeed it was. That evening I would have to send 
Natsuko back to her parents, prepared with innocent 
tales about sharing time with schoolfriends; and then 
she would be back at school for the week. 

"How about Monday, then?" I said. 

"No, better make it Tuesday. And will you promise me 
something? After I leave this evening, please don't 
have any sex till then ... I want you on top form." 

"I'll do my best not to let you down," I said. 

She giggled. 

"I'm sure you won't. But we call it the Rock Hard Club 
because ... well, I expect you've guessed. We like the 
men to have really nice erections. Oh, and as you'll 
be new, there'll be a little test for your first time. 
Just to make sure you meet our standards. I expect 
you'll pass easily. But you see how important it is to 
build up an appetite." 

"OK," I said. 

The thought of those thirty nude teenage girls was 
making me rock hard already. Later I wished I hadn't 
been so casual about agreeing to this test. 

Natsuko climbed over me, taking care to rub her firm 
breasts lightly over my face. As usual, her breasts 
had an attractive, funky smell. She liked our first 
fuck each time we met to end with me coming all over 
them, after which she rubbed the creamy cum well into 
the skin. She had read in some teenage magazine that 
it was important for a young girl to do that every day 
as part of her beauty regime: it would make her 
breasts grow bigger while remaining firm and silky 
smooth. I don't know the name of the magazine but I'd 
like to find out so I can write and thank them for 
performing such a useful public service. I have no 
idea whether what they claim is true, but obviously 
the more girls that believe it the better. I had never 
asked Natsuko how she managed on the days we did not 
meet: I am sure she had no difficulty finding other 
men to help her. 

Having teased me enough with her breasts - well, _she_ 
thought it was enough - Natsuko scrambled out of bed 
on my side and opened the big drawer where I keep an 
assortment of sex toys. She chose a pair of 
nipple-clamps with battery packs attached. 

"These will be lovely," she declared. "Just right for 
wearing in public. Under a top if you absolutely 
insist. Shall we have a bet on how long I can stand 
it?" 

"The batteries should last at least two hours," I said 
evasively. Natsuko always won bets like that. 

"Well, make sure they're fully charged," she said 
severely. She stood up, pulled on the tight micro­skirt 
she had been wearing when she arrived, and stepped 
into her high heels. She raised her arms above her 
head and took up a charming pose. 

"Now attach them for me." 

I took up the pretty clamps in turn, needing both 
hands to pull the springs open. Then, first one and 
then the other, I fixed the little instruments 
tenderly to her breasts. As I released the steel jaws 
they bit lusciously into her hard nipples. Then at her 
insistence I adjusted them to the highest settings of 
both bite and random electrical charge. 

"Ooh, _lovely_!" she breathed. 

I suppose there must be some limit to the amount of 
pain Natsuko can accept and turn into sexual 
excitement, but neither of us has been able to find 
it. 

"I know!" she went on, "we can go to the sex-shop and 
buy that lovely whip we saw last week! Don't you think 
we just _have_ to have it?" 

The whip was a cat-o'-nine-tails, a beautiful 
instrument, its long lashes unusually made out of thin 
strands of knotted whipcord rather than leather 
strips. Natsuko had lusted after it ever since she had 
seen it: I don't know which was stronger, her longing 
to feel it caressing her naked body or my desire to 
use it on her. What she didn't know was that I had 
been back to the shop during the week and bought it. I 
was keeping it as a surprise. 

"Well, maybe," I said dubiously. "But it is rather 
expensive." 

"Oh, you're so mean," she pouted. "All I want is to be 
tied up and whipped. Is that so much to ask? Still," 
she went on, "you _did_ buy me these lovely 
nipple-clamps. Now let's go out so I can enjoy them in 
public." 

"Better put some more clothes on first." 

"Oh, all right ... but wouldn't it be nice not to have 
to?" 

"Yes," I said, enjoying the sight of her dancing round 
the room. "Very. But I don't think Tokyo is ready for 
it yet. Keep it for private parties and so on." 

She giggled, and slipped on a sleeveless top. It was 
loose enough to hide the clamps and the little 
batteries hanging from them, and just long enough to 
cover her breasts leaving her flat tummy bare. I 
noticed she hadn't bothered to put on any panties 
under the microskirt. But I didn't complain. 

She would have won her bet if we had made one. As we 
wandered through the busy shopping streets of a Tokyo 
Sunday, the only sign she gave of what was happening 
under her clothes was to ask occasionally to borrow my 
handkerchief to wipe away the cunt-juice that was 
dripping down her bare thighs. But I knew her well 
enough to tell how much being naked under the tight 
microskirt, and the exquisite torture of the steel 
instruments biting into her pretty young breasts, were 
stimulating her. The shy, innocent look on her face 
told me she was holding herself back from the point of 
orgasm only by a great effort. When we got home she 
begged me to fuck her hard, and I needed no 
persuasion - I was almost as desperate for it as she 
was. I pushed the microskirt up round her waist, and 
took off her top - carefully, so as not to disarrange 
her nipple-clamps. She kept them screwed to her 
breasts as we made love. Natsuko enjoys mingling pain 
and pleasure. It's one of the things I most enjoy 
about her. 

"What shall we do first?" she asked. 

"Sit on my face," I ordered her. "All that lovely 
cunt-juice is going to waste." 

She wriggled quickly into position and squealed with 
pleasure as I thrust my tongue deep into her delicious 
cunt, trying to lick up all the nectar it contained - 
which of course only made it produce more. Then 
without warning she pissed into my mouth and I had the 
extra pleasure of the delicious fresh-tasting golden 
shower which only a young girl can give you. Of course 
I then pretended to be displeased with her which gave 
me an excuse to spank her; after which her pretty pink 
bottom aroused me so much that I took her from behind, 
finishing at last in her mouth. 

Then it was time to deliver her to the friend's house 
where she would change out of her sexy clothes into 
her school uniform before going home. Normally that 
would be my last sight of her until the following 
Friday evening. I hadn't told her, but that evening 
would be devoted to a long, long session with the new 
whip: starting with gentle tickling and teasing, 
building up to a fierce climax as she screamed and 
begged for more. And on Saturday we were invited to a 
sex-party. But first there was Tuesday. 

"Don't forget," she said as we got out of the car. 
"Tuesday, school gymnasium, after class." 

"How could I forget?" 

"And remember: no sex till then. I want you rock hard 
the moment you come through the gym door. You 
promised." 

She kissed me, and wriggled her naked body 
provocatively against me through her tight skirt. I 
thought of the thirty nude sex-crazed teens who would 
be waiting for me in two days. 

"All right. I promise." 

== 

I managed it somehow. Since coming to live in Japan I 
had almost forgotten what sexual frustration was like. 
The Western high-school cock-teasers who would keep a 
man desperate for weeks before - perhaps - consenting 
to give him a clumsy hand-job belonged in the past. If 
a Japanese girl fancies you she lets you know soon 
enough and then your only problem is deciding which 
hole to take her in. Of course my suffering was all in 
the good cause of making the most of what Natsuko had 
promised me - but thinking of that was no good. It 
just made me want to masturbate. 

At last it was Tuesday afternoon and I was on the 
subway to Shibuya. Sitting opposite was a sweet girl 
in a dear little miniskirt, her gloved hands neatly 
folded over the handbag on her lap, her plump knees 
primly together as if they were guarding buried 
treasure - as of course they were. In my frustrated 
condition I soon began to fantasise about her ... We 
left the train at the same station; she dropped 
something on the platform; I picked it up for her and 
she thanked me with pretty confusion; we went up the 
escalator together, I standing close to her and she 
not objecting; soon I was guiding her with gentle 
touches on her waist and bare arms down the street 
towards a love-hotel ... 

I came back to reality with an obvious erection. It 
was obvious to her too: she had guessed she was the 
cause of it, and was blushing prettily and trying not 
to giggle. 

Fortunately the next station was my stop. Equally 
fortunately, perhaps, it wasn't hers. 

I knew the way to Natsuko's school. There had been a 
time when I had come there to pick her up for weekend 
sex sessions, until we decided it was more discreet to 
meet at the "safe houses" set up by school-friends 
with less restrictive, or less observant, parents. 
From Natsuko's description I soon found the side door 
to the gymnasium. I had been worried I might be 
stopped and asked what I was doing there, but no one 
noticed me or cared if they did. 

Natsuko was waiting for me and ran to meet me as I 
came in. She was nude, and her firm breasts bounced 
delightfully as she ran. She was followed by two other 
girls, both wet dreams in their sweet young nudity. 
Natsuko jumped into my arms, and for a few moments I 
concentrated on kissing and stroking her. But the 
other two girls made it clear they expected a share of 
the action too, and soon my arms and hands were full. 

"Take your clothes off and put them over there," said 
Natsuko as soon as she could speak. 

I went over to the bench in the corner and undressed. 
I sneaked a quick look round. The gymnasium was fairly 
small, but equipped with the usual ropes, square 
cushions for falling or lying on, and sets of parallel 
bars along the walls. More interesting, it was full of 
pretty teenaged girls, all nude. There seemed to be 
only two other men: one Japanese, the other a swarthy 
_gaijin_. Both were surrounded by clouds of nude 
femininity. Groups of girls who couldn't get near the 
men were lying or sitting on the floor cushions, 
kissing and stroking each other. So far everything 
looked remarkably promising. All this visual 
stimulation, on top of two days of abstinence, gave me 
an erection of which I hoped Natsuko would approve. 

She did. She stroked it gently with one hand while 
waving the other vaguely at her two friends. 

"This is Tomoko, this is Shizue. Tomoko is sixteen 
like me, Shizue has only just had her birthday but 
she's very advanced." Shizue smiled shyly and wriggled 
an almost hairless pussy at me. "We three are yours 
this afternoon - at least to begin with. But of course 
you're free to have any girl you want. Now please come 
over here - we have a special area reserved just for 
us." 

I had to follow Natsuko: she was still holding my 
erect cock. The other two girls hung onto my arms and 
squirmed delightfully against me as we moved towards 
one of the sets of parallel bars. Almost as soon as we 
got there I found my arms were no longer free. With an 
almost simultaneous click my wrists were fixed into 
bondage cuffs already padlocked to the bars. In my 
anxiety I felt my erection start to droop despite 
Natsuko's expert stroking. 

"Now," she said in a businesslike manner, "you 
remember I said there would be a little test. It's 
very simple and you'll enjoy it. We like our men to 
have rock-hard erections. All the time. Human dildos, 
you see. What you have to do is hold your erection for 
at least an hour. You're not to come, whatever we do 
to you." 

The other two girls, now kneeling in front of me, 
giggled and began to stroke and lick the sensitive 
folds at the top of my thighs beside my balls. Whether 
from that, or from Natsuko's fingers, my erection was 
now as strong as ever. My first reaction to 
imprisonment had of course been anger and an urge to 
escape. But since then something inside me had 
insidiously begun to whisper that there were erotic 
possibilities in my helplessness, and I made no 
protest when my ankles too were locked to the bars. 

"An _hour_?" I said, incredulously. 

"That's right. We'll do everything we can to make you 
come, and you must stop yourself coming. But it's no 
use closing your eyes and thinking of something else: 
you have to hold your erection as hard as possible - 
just don't come." 

I suddenly thought of something. 

"But that's not fair, Natsuko!" I said. "I've taught 
you all the things I like best! You know all the 
tricks that make me come!" 

"Yes, I do, don't I?" she said, and did something 
irresistible with the tip of her tongue to the 
underside of my balls. 

"Hey!" I said, "What happens if I can't manage it? 
Suppose I fail?" 

"You can take the test again as often as you like. 
That man over there -" she stopped what she was doing 
and pointed at the _gaijin_ "- had to try six times 
before he managed it. Now he's one of our _favourite_ 
human dildos. Right, are you ready to start?" 

"Haven't we started already?" 

"No, that was just a warm-up. You'll soon find out 
what we can do when we _really_ want to tease you. 
Won't he?" she added to the other girls. 

They giggled and laughed. Obviously they were 
confident of their ability to break any will-power I 
might still have. Looking over their delicious naked 
bodies I rather agreed with them. But the insidious 
something inside me made me want to try at least to 
prove them wrong. 

"Shall I start the clock?" asked Tomoko. 

Natsuko nodded, and she pressed a button on a big 
timer on the wall. It was angled so that I couldn't 
see the figures. Clearly I wasn't to be allowed to 
know how much time I still had to endure their 
treatment. 

Tomoko and Shizue knelt in front of me and began a 
skilful joint licking of my cock, one of them 
occasionally slipping the head into her mouth. Natsuko 
continued her expert tonguing of my balls. Well, this 
was going to be hard, but I thought I could resist 
their efforts for a while at least. Just take it a 
minute at a time, I told myself. 

But of course that was only the beginning. The others 
gathered round to watch and do their best to stimulate 
me. Several lesbian couples stretched out on the mats 
where I couldn't avoid watching them in their 
love-making. The _gaijin_ man was brought over to me 
by his group of lovers, who spread him out on his back 
and showed me what was in store for me if I could only 
pass this test - some took it in turns to squat over 
his face while others competed for his cock. 

Those were just the visual effects. Girls were now 
squirming up against me, rubbing their cunts and 
breasts delightfully against my hips and chest. It was 
unbelievably frustrating to feel all this willing 
pussy so close to me and not to have my hands free. 
One girl climbed up the bars and began to kiss me, her 
tongue pressing harder and harder into my mouth. 
Another was stroking any part of me she could get at, 
and began a running commentary: 

"Wouldn't you like to fuck me? Wouldn't you like to 
feel how wet and ready my pussy is? My arsehole is 
_so_ small and tight - all my lovers want to fuck me 
there. Are you dreaming of coming in my mouth? You can 
if you like! I _love_ the taste of cum. I give the 
best head of any of us, even though I'm the youngest. 
All the boys say so. My name's Sachi. Do you want to 
know how old I am? I'm not going to tell you, I'll let 
you imagine me whatever age you like fucking best. But 
I want _so_ much to be fucked. You want me, don't you? 
You can't stop thinking about how lovely it would be 
to fuck me. Perhaps I'll let you fuck my tight little 
arse. You want to do that, don't you? _I_ want you to! 
Come inside me! Come in my mouth, just to begin 
with!" 

She slipped down to the floor, pushed Tomoko and 
Shizue out of the way and began to suck me. It was 
easy to believe she gave the best head of any girl in 
the group. 

Holding back from orgasm was becoming dreadfully 
difficult, but in a strange way I was enjoying it. I 
had never imagined I might get pleasure from this kind 
of extreme frustration, but while my whole body 
trembled with lust it somehow gave me satisfaction to 
hold my orgasm in abeyance, to sway between letting it 
rise almost to the point of no return and then pushing 
it back just far enough. 

The girls were experts in tormenting men, and soon 
realised I had found a technique they would have to 
beat. They stopped sucking my cock, and for a few 
minutes limited themselves to petting and stroking me. 
Gentle hands and mouths travelled over my chest, and 
clever little fingers investigated the cleft in my 
arse. I got my breath back and began to feel I was on 
the way to winning - which was no doubt what they 
intended. I even allowed myself to daydream about 
Sachi, the little sweetheart who loved giving head, 
imagining fucking her at a sex-party until I was 
exhausted, and then lending her to my friends until I 
was ready for her again. But then there was movement 
below me. A girl - was it her? I hoped so, and dreamt 
dangerously that it was - was standing with her back 
to me. She leant forward while friends supported her 
and lifted her bottom to the level of my cock. Surely 
they weren't going to ...? Yes, they were! They held 
her tiny rosebud open while eager little hands eased 
my erection slowly into it. I was groaning helplessly 
now, and I could hear her squealing with that mingled 
pain and lust which a man loves best to hear from a 
girl. 

Of course I adore fucking girls in the arse, 
especially young girls whose rosebuds are so fresh and 
tight. But I have never fucked an arse as hot and 
delicious as hers. How on earth had so young a girl 
learned to grip a man like that, to make the muscles 
of her anus ripple along his shaft so delightfully? 

I called myself sharply to order. I would fuck this 
arsehole - and _how_ I would fuck it! - later in the 
evening; but now my job was to resist her temptation 
and not let her succeed in what she was doing to me. 
Somehow I called up the technique I had developed and, 
just in time, choked back my orgasm. She could tell I 
was resisting her, and pressed her bottom even harder 
against me. I felt as if my cock was deeper inside her 
than it had ever been inside a girl before, the 
muscles of her tight anal passage rippling up and down 
its length. It was a battle of wills, she determined 
to squeeze every drop of cum from my balls, I equally 
determined to frustrate her while giving her delicious 
arse the best fucking it had ever had. 

We rocked endlessly to and fro, I somehow managing to 
hold myself just on the right side of orgasm. I 
concentrated firmly on the passing time, and stopped 
my mind dwelling at all on the enchantment of the 
little darling who was fucking me. At last - 

"Time!" cried a girl. "He's done it! He's won!" 

There was clapping and cheering. But I had come to 
love the sensation of balancing on the very edge of an 
orgasm and wasn't going to give it up so easily. 
Sachi's friends were still holding her firmly in 
position for me. I allowed myself just a tiny bit of 
increased risk as I pressed even further forward into 
her delicious arsehole. Otherwise I saw no reason why 
we should not continue as before indefinitely. 

I had reckoned without Natsuko. She was still 
squatting between my legs, occasionally trying to make 
me lose control by licking my balls and tickling my 
buttocks. Suddenly I felt a long finger enter my own 
arsehole, twisting and tickling and making any further 
restraint impossible. I heard myself groan loudly as 
the load of cum that had been gathering in my balls 
for the past hour forced its way down my cock and into 
Sachi's sweet bottom. As she felt its progress she 
squealed and wriggled, begging me to cum, to torment 
her, to pleasure her ... 

My bonds were suddenly released. My orgasm was so 
intense there was no way I could continue standing. I 
collapsed onto the mats on the floor, still plugged 
into Sachi, cuddling her, my hands free at last to 
stroke her cunt, to tweak her firm young breasts. 

"Congratulations!" said Natsuko. "I knew you could do 
it." 

"I want to take the test again," I said firmly. 

"But you don't need to do that! You've passed - didn't 
you understand?" 

"It wasn't long enough," I said. "I want to see if I 
can last more. Perhaps an hour and a half next time?" 

"Yes!" said Natsuko excitedly. "And we'll make it 
_much_ more difficult for you! Won't we, girls?" 

They giggled excitedly. A sweet smile passed over 
Sachi's innocent face. 

"I hardly tested him at all!" she said. "I was just 
playing with him a bit." She looked up at me 
angelically. "Next time I take you in there I'll hold 
you so you'll never get out again." 

"I won't want to," I said. 

She giggled delightfully. The others joined in 
excitedly. I tried to imagine what being _really_ 
tested by these girls would feel like. Especially by 
Sachi. The idea was giving me a renewed erection. What 
on earth had I let myself in for? Whatever it was, I 
wanted it. 

"I know!" Sachi was saying. "If he wants a proper 
test, why don't you just leave him to me? If _I_ 
really work on making him come, he won't last ten 
minutes!" 

"Yes, I'd like that," I said. 

The others protested that it wasn't fair: they wanted 
to be part of the test too. They began to argue about 
the best ways of breaking my resistance. 

"I'll make him promise to go longer without sex next 
time," said Natsuko firmly. "Then he'll be really 
_desperate_ to come, and can't possibly resist!" 

But my mind was elsewhere, making plans. I was free 
now to come to the gymnasium sessions any afternoon I 
liked. I intended to spend a lot of that time in 
Sachi's mouth, cunt and arse. Weekends would continue 
to be taken up with Natsuko, of course; but perhaps 
Sachi's family circumstances might allow her to come 
with me to special parties on weekday evenings. I was 
longing to show off this deliciously depraved teen to 
my friends. Meanwhile, I had unfinished business with 
Natsuko. 

"You tricked me into this test, Natsuko-chan," I said 
severely. "Don't think you will escape without _very_ 
severe punishment as soon as we meet on Friday." 

She looked at me excitedly, her lips parted. At last 
she swallowed, and said huskily, 

"The new whip?" 

"The new whip." 

"Oh, yes - _please_!" 


[Next in Part 09: Chapter IX: Natsuko: Ropes and 
Whips] 

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