Author: Bob Williams
Title: Haruka's Education
Part: Chapter 1 of 20
Universe: The Megumi Stories
Summary: A young girl is prepared for a career as a Japanese sex artist
Keywords: Mf, Japan

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HARUKA'S EDUCATION 01

By Bob Williams and Haruka Sekine

CHAPTER I

The Girl with Sensitive Breasts	

"Please be gentle," said Haruka, "they're very ..."

I guessed she intended to say "sensitive". But the 
time for words was past, and she could only moan and 
groan helplessly as I brushed my fingertips slowly 
over the silky skin of her firm young breasts, 
stopping occasionally to pinch the rock-hard nipples.

We had had this conversation before - at our first 
meeting in fact. I had been undressing her, unclipping 
her lacy white bra and letting it slip unwanted down 
her arms and to the floor as I prepared to kiss her 
firm breasts, relishing the faint aroma and flavour of 
the slight dampness natural to skin which has been 
concealed under tight clothing. As - I like to think - 
a connoisseur of young Japanese girls' breasts I find 
that hint of perspiration a sweet appetiser for the 
pleasures ahead, but it has to be enjoyed at once 
before it evaporates as the open air caresses her 
freshly exposed nakedness.

"Please be careful," she had murmured anxiously at 
that first encounter. "My breasts are very sensitive 
... if you excite them too much I - I - "

"Yes?" I whispered, my lips in the valley between the 
firm, not yet fully grown mounds.

"I can't help it ... I just go off - I sort of 
explode!" she got out at last with an embarrassed 
giggle.

On that occasion I postponed the explosion as long as 
I could while I explored her young, hairless body. But 
it came soon enough, and was undoubtedly gratifying. A 
sixteen-year-old schoolgirl whom you have known for 
little more than an hour screaming with lust under 
your touch and begging you to satisfy her is certainly 
that.

Our first encounter had been a little over a week ago, 
on the first evening of the summer holidays, a good 
time to meet attractive young girls just released from 
the constraints of school uniform and discipline and 
keen to display themselves, pretty butterflies on 
their first flights after leaving the chrysalis. 
Haruka was a small girl, 152 centimetres or a touch 
under five feet in height, but once out of sensible 
school shoes she liked to add what she could to her 
stature by wearing the highest heels she could manage. 
The tall narrow heels also forced her to take sexy and 
sophisticated little steps rather than striding 
clumsily along, and made her pretty legs even more 
shapely. The microskirt she was wearing - until I 
helped her take it off - made it impossible to ignore 
her legs. Not that one would want to. But forcing 
one's eyes to move on upwards over the sweet curve of 
her bottom, one came to a slim waist; and to breasts - 
did I mention this? Well, let me have the pleasure of 
mentioning it again - which were firm with hard little 
nipples and still growing. No doubt when they were 
fully grown Haruka would start wanting implants to 
make them bigger still, as so many modern Japanese 
girls do, and would work extra hard to raise the 
money. That would be a pity, I thought - the implants, 
I mean, not the extra work as a sex-kitten. It was 
none of my business as we would both have moved on by 
then, but the way her breasts were developing they 
were likely to balance the sweet swell of her hips 
exactly without any artificial help. When I first 
discovered Japanese girls and started enjoying sex 
with them Japan was not obsessed with breast size like 
the West - but things are changing. Implants are a 
matter of course among the sex-video stars, nude 
models and strippers whom young girls like Haruka 
admire and who are their role-models as they dream of 
following them into careers in studios and nightclubs. 
Returning to Haruka's breasts and continuing upwards: 
she had a cute round face with big eyes and a wide 
soft mouth which she knew how to use, and long 
naturally wavy hair hanging half-way down her back. 
Like many small girls she was a bundle of energy, 
especially sexual. I was delighted with her. Of course 
she had a growing number of other lovers and I had no 
intention of remaining faithful myself, but during our 
meetings she devoted herself whole-heartedly to 
pleasuring me and enjoying the things I did to her in 
return. "Please teach me something new!" she would say 
eagerly, and I was delighted to oblige.

I was more familiar now with her reactions to the 
things I liked to do to her breasts. I was able to 
hold her back, just a little, while I continued to 
enjoy them, blending the kissing and tickling with the 
occasional nibbling and pinching which I knew 
stimulated her latent masochism. Of course she did not 
know she was a masochist: the sensation of having her 
nipples pinched and teased was to her only an integral 
part of the intense sexual pleasure which her new 
breasts gave her. When a girl of Haruka's 
unsophisticated age bursts suddenly into sexual 
blossom, she is overwhelmed by so many brand-new 
feelings that she embraces them all eagerly: subtle 
distinctions between pleasure and pain come only 
later.[1] My hands swiftly released her waist-band and 
pulled down her wide microskirt. Now I could move my 
lips down her heaving stomach until I was able to push 
the narrow band of her thong aside and position my 
mouth comfortably over her hairless pussy. Her thick 
juice was already flowing and as I slurped it up 
greedily she showed her appreciation of the pleasure I 
was giving her by pressing my head tightly into 
position with her hands and locking it there with her 
plump but firmly muscled thighs. I would happily have 
stayed there for longer, my tongue digging deep into 
her tight young pussy, but after a few minutes she 
released me.

"Oh, thank you - that was so lovely! But please fuck 
me now! I just can't wait!"

"Greedy!" I said, trying to smile through the sticky 
nectar coating my lips.

"You don't mind, do you?" she asked anxiously. "Being 
greedy for sex, I mean?"

"Of course not! Anyway, I'm the greedy one - drinking 
all your pussy-juice!"

She giggled delightfully.

"Not all of it!" she said flirtatiously. "There's 
always more!"

"I know ... I know ... and I always want more! Where 
would you like to be fucked?"

She opened her eyes wide and pretended to be naïve.

"In my pussy ... but in my mouth too ..."

"Of course ... here on the floor? In the bedroom?"

"Ohh ... On the terrace, please. Where people can 
watch. Is that all right?" she added, now sounding 
anxious again.

"Yes of course! I enjoy it too. And they must be used 
to it by now."

I rose to my knees, scooped up her nakedness in my 
arms and staggered to my feet. The sliding door to the 
balcony of my apartment, grandly described as a 
terrace, was already unlocked and slightly open. I had 
guessed Haruka would want to be fucked there: it was 
in reality unlikely that anyone would see us now that 
it was dark, but I had discovered on our very first 
encounter that shameless dreams of being watched as 
she fucked added to the innocent pleasure she found in 
sex. And of course this shamelessness, unusually frank 
in so young a girl, titillated my lust for her.

I pushed open the sliding door with one foot, carried 
her out into the cool evening air and arranged her on 
the _futon_ which was lying ready on the balcony 
floor.

"Let me suck you a little more first," I said.

"Now who's greedy!" she said, trying unsuccessfully to 
look disapproving. "Yes, but turn round so I can suck 
you too."

"You'd better come on top, then."

She giggled prettily and I lay on my back while she 
scrambled into position. I held her slim waist in my 
arms. Her thong was held in place only by a triangular 
metal clip in the small of her back where the three 
tiny straps met. I quickly unhooked it, threw the 
little scrap of wet cloth aside and clamped my mouth 
over her juicy pussy. I felt her clever fingers with 
their long pointed artificial nails begin to stroke 
and tickle my cock, then slide it part of the way into 
her wide mouth. I responded by flicking the tip of my 
tongue across her cute little clitoris in a way I knew 
she found maddeningly stimulating. I gripped her firm 
round bottom to stop her bouncing away from me in her 
excitement. Soon she could stand it no longer. I felt 
her mouth slide off my cock which began to feel cold 
as her saliva cooled in the evening air.

"Fuck me, darling! Oh, please fuck my pussy!" she 
cried. "I _can't_ wait!"

I let go of her bottom and she quickly twisted round 
to face me. Again I felt her fingers on my cock, now 
holding it purposefully. She brought her knees up to 
the level of my waist: she was kneeling upright as she 
brought the head of my erection into contact with the 
entrance to her vagina. Then, with maddening slowness, 
teasing us both now that she had what she wanted, she 
began to feed it into her cunt, gradually impaling 
herself on it as she did when masturbating with a 
dildo. Which in a way was just what she was doing now. 
It didn't bother me to have my cock used as a sex-toy. 
In fact I enjoyed it. If a dildo could speak, would he 
object to being a device with which girls pleasured 
their cunts and gave themselves orgasms? Of course he 
wouldn't. He would take pride in his work and be 
pleased when he gave satisfaction to his mistresses.

I could tell she wasn't far off coming. I intended to 
take much longer over achieving my own climax, even 
though the tightness of her young, elastic pussy as it 
slithered up and down my cock was wonderfully 
stimulating. After all, I could come only once while 
she would, I hoped, come again and again - I am not 
jealous of girls' capacity to enjoy multiple orgasms, 
though I know some men are. I enjoy watching them come 
repeatedly and I love knowing that I am the cause: 
yes, the human dildo again! To help her on her way I 
reached up with one hand and stroked those famously 
sensitive breasts, first one then the other. She 
moaned and I interpreted her incoherent cries as 
begging me not to stop. Well, I wasn't going to, of 
course: the lovely firm handfuls of smooth flesh with 
their rock-hard points felt so good against my palm. 
In fact I was planning to increase her pleasure yet 
further in a way that would be new to her - although I 
was sure she was ready for it and longed for it 
without knowing that she did. With the other hand I 
felt under the edge of the _futon_ for something I had 
hidden there: a pair of metal clamps, made like small 
clothes-pegs but with the little jaws curved rather 
than flat so that when closed they would encircle the 
nipple with a tight embrace.[2] Each clamp had a 
pretty silver bell hanging from a short chain. With my 
left hand caressing her breasts I held her right 
nipple in position, then, holding a clamp in my right 
so that the bell would not tinkle and give me away, 
opened the little metal jaws and fed the erect point 
between them. Slowly I let go and allowed the spring 
to drive the points of the serrated jaws hard into her 
nipple. The teeth were not quite sharp enough to draw 
blood but under the pressure of the spring would 
deliver the most exquisite pain to her sensitive 
breast. The little silver bell tinkled prettily as she 
writhed under the unexpected stimulation.

"Wha - a - ?" she gasped incoherently.

She was so startled that she forgot to rise and fall 
over my cock, which was now being pleasured only by 
the rhythmic pulsing of her cunt muscles.

"Just a little toy," I said vaguely. "Decoration. I 
think you'll like it. Hold still, there's another 
one."

"Ooh ... yes _please_!"

I took the left nipple gently between finger and 
thumb, made sure it was as hard and erect as it could 
be, then slowly attached the second clamp. As the 
sharp teeth of the round metal jaws bit she screamed 
and wriggled, making the bells swing wildly, begging 
me to take it off - _not_ to take it off - and then, 
quite suddenly, started to come. It was a beautiful 
sight, her sweet face convulsed with orgasmic ecstasy, 
her hands feeling for her breasts, her back arched and 
writhing helplessly as she straddled me and the 
unconstrained music of her orgasm rang out across 
Akasaka.

"Oh, that was wonderful ... they're lovely ... thank 
you so much!" she babbled as she gradually returned to 
earth.

Then, remembering her sexual manners, she became aware 
that I had not yet come and set to work to bring me to 
climax. It did not take long: her enthusiasm, her 
pleasure in the new experience of the nipple-clamps, 
and the charming sight and sound of the bells swaying 
from her tortured breasts soon brought me to the point 
of no return and her to yet another orgasm as we came 
beautifully together.

After she had sucked and licked me clean she 
disappeared to the bathroom. I hauled myself to my 
feet and waited for her return, leaning on the rail of 
the balcony and looking out over the evening lights 
and traffic on the hill of Akasaka. Suddenly I felt 
her arms round me and her fingers caressing my now 
resting cock as she crept up behind me. From their 
pressure against my back I could tell she was still 
wearing her nipple-clamps. When I could bear to leave 
her embrace I turned round to face her. She had taken 
the opportunity to put on her high-heels again but was 
otherwise nude. Apart from the clamps, of course. I 
put out a finger and made the bells sway and tinkle.

"Nice?" I asked unnecessarily.

"Wonderful! Thank you so much! Ooh, they feel so good, 
they're sending lovely shivery feelings through me all 
the time. And they look so pretty - I checked in the 
mirror."

"I knew you'd like them."

"Yes ... I didn't know ... do other girls wear them?"

"Oh, yes. Lots of girls do. That is, girls with 
sensitive breasts like yours. And of course there are 
different types. You can get discreet ones flat enough 
to wear under your clothes in public so no one else 
will know."

"Ooh, what fun! Can you - I mean, is it possible to 
make them, you know ..."

"Tighter?"

She blushed prettily and nodded.

"Yes. There's a little screw which adjusts the spring 
- let me show you. Since I guess you'll be wearing 
them often ..."

"_Always_!" she said firmly. "These ... and the other 
types you said girls wear. I want to try them all."

I showed her how to make the adjustment, and she 
sighed happily. 

"Lovely. I took them off in the bathroom and wiped my 
breasts, then had a look before putting them on again 
... I just adore the way the sharp points, you know, 
the little metal teeth pierce me ..."

I took her in my arms and kissed her. The metal clamps 
pressing against my chest excited me almost as much as 
their loving bite did her. I felt very happy for her. 
Introducing a girl to her latent masochism is like 
letting the genie out of a bottle in a fairy-story: it 
can never be suppressed again and the beauty of 
ecstatic sexual agony will delight her and her lovers 
ever afterwards.

"I just adore the way you love every kind of sexual 
stimulation," I said.

"Of course I do!" she said. "But this is new," she 
went on more thoughtfully. "I mean, you sometimes 
pinch my nipples, quite hard, and spank my bottom, and 
I wonder why I like it so much when it ought to hurt, 
but this ..."

"In sex, pleasure and pain are the same thing," I 
said, trying not to sound too like a schoolteacher. 
"Every girl discovers that. Well, there are some who 
don't, poor things: a girl has to be introduced to 
pain lovingly. Then it will work for her."

"As you did me. Thank you!"

She stood on tiptoe, her sexy spike heels lifting off 
the floor, and kissed me. The bells attached to her 
breasts swung and tinkled charmingly.

"From now on," I continued, "you'll want your lovers 
to give you pain as well as pleasure. They'll be 
delighted to oblige. I think you are discovering the 
difference now. Between pleasure and pain, I mean. 
Except that they're the same thing ... anyway, there 
are so many lovely ways of torturing a girl. I'll show 
you. I promise you'll enjoy it as much as I will."

"Er ... did you say _torturing_? Are you sure I'll 
enjoy that?"

"Of course. The way I do it. I told you: now you've 
found out about it, you'll be able to enjoy both pain 
and pleasure. One enhances the other, and once a 
torture session has properly begun you can't tell them 
apart. That's one of the wonderful things about being 
a girl."

"Ooh, yes, please! When can we start? With the 
torture? Will it be very cruel?"

Her hands were fiddling with her nipple-clamps again. 
I noted that she relished the very words "cruel" and 
"torture", savouring them as she did a mouthful of 
cum. We had progressed immediately from sexual 
stimulation through pain to torture: very promising. 
Nonetheless I decided to reinforce the basic concept 
that everything I, and all her future lovers, did to 
her served just one purpose.

"Remember, there's no difference between pain and 
pleasure. They're just parallel ways of driving you to 
orgasm."

"How wonderful! And you know I want to have orgasms 
all the time. There's nothing I want more." She paused 
for a moment. "And will you enjoy torturing me as much 
as I'm going to enjoy being tortured?"

Again that pretty mixture of pleading and relish in 
her voice whenever she repeated the word "torture."

"Of course," I said. "I shall love doing it!"

She gazed up at me, and then turned and looked out at 
the lights of Akasaka - a girl standing full of wonder 
on the threshold of a new world of sensual enrichment. 
I was awed by the thought that the privilege of 
introducing her step by step to its delights was mine. 
With one arm still round her I led the way to a couch 
which stood at one end of the balcony. I noticed that 
she was careful to take the dainty little steps in her 
high-heels which she knew made my balls tingle with 
lust for her. We sat down and she lay against me, her 
hands still playing with the new toys biting into her 
sensitive breasts.

"Tell me how you came to love sex," I said, when we 
were settled.

She looked up at me.

"I'm sure I've told you already," she said.

"Then tell me again."

"Well, I was thirteen. That's the age most girls 
begin, I guess."

"Uh-huh."

"I can't exactly remember how it happened. It was a 
dare, I suppose, but who was daring and who was being 
dared I've no idea. There I was with a boy - his name 
was Takamitsu and he was at least a year older than 
me - and he was showing me his cock. I'd never seen 
one before. Not erect, anyway. I was fascinated! I 
couldn't take my eyes off it. And then somehow, I 
don't know how, I had it in my hands. At first I was 
afraid I would hurt him or damage it, it looked so raw 
and helpless, but he kept telling me I was doing the 
right thing, stroking it, loving it with my hands ..."

She was doing it to me now, with the hand that wasn't 
busy with her breasts. It was certainly the right 
thing.

"And then - well, you can guess what happened!" She 
giggled delightfully. "He came all over my hands. I 
was horrified. I'd never known such a thing could 
happen. I thought I'd done something terrible. But 
when he recovered he kept telling me what I'd done was 
wonderful, not terrible at all, and thanked me again 
and again, and at last I believed him."

"So you did it again."

"Of course! When he asked me so nicely, and made me 
feel so - you know - appreciated."

"And then?"

"Well, I don't know how it happened," she continued 
with a charming blush, "but somehow ... on one 
occasion soon after that ... it sort of slipped into 
my mouth."

"I wonder how," I murmured.

With all the stimulation she was giving me, I felt it 
would soon be time my cock did the same.

"I suppose I must have been kissing it ... I did that 
a lot, it was _so_ beautiful and felt so soft and yet 
firm against my lips ... and it just sort of ... and 
it somehow felt so _right_, as if it was in the place 
where it was meant to be, where it belonged."

"One of the places," I said lazily. "One of the three 
places."

"Yes. I know that now, of course. And he encouraged me 
to suck it with my lips, and lick it with my tongue, 
and then ..."

"He came."

"Of course. I wasn't sure I liked the taste at first - 
isn't that strange, when now I just can't get enough 
of it!"

"Not really. I don't suppose you liked raw sea-urchins 
the first time you tried them."

"Yes, that's true. Anyway, after that first time there 
was no going back. And he kept on wanting us to meet 
again, and begging me to do it to him more and more 
... and I was so happy to be liked and valued ... and 
I suppose he must have told his friends about me, 
because one day instead of just him wanting me to suck 
him there was a whole group of them. He was a bit 
embarrassed, I think. I suppose he had started by 
inviting one friend to come with him and meet me, and 
then it got out of control and lots joined in. Of 
course he tried to be male and dominating and tell me 
I had to take them all - but he didn't need to bully 
me because I was thrilled! Even though I pretended to 
be shy at first. And _of course_ I took them all! It 
was fantastic! And I begged them to do it all again, 
and take me again, and bring more of their friends 
next time. That was the beginning!"

"Oh, you are a wonderful girl!" I murmured.

"Do you really think so? Don't all girls do that? Or 
want to, at least?"

"All the girls I know. Or want to know."

"I wasn't the only girl sucking boys' cocks, of 
course. There were several of us who really enjoyed 
doing it. Sometimes we had competitions - to see who 
could take the most boys in a session, or who could 
make her first cock come quickest, or make it last 
longest. Oh, it was _such_ fun! The other girls were 
good, too, and got better and better, so I had to work 
hard to keep up! But the boys always said I was the 
best and pleased them most. Don't you think that was 
nice of them?"

Suddenly she scrambled to her feet, and pulled me up 
after her.

"Let me do it to you now!" she said.

"Of course. I thought you'd never ask. How do you want 
me?"

"I want to kneel in front of you. The traditional way. 
Talking about all those boys has reminded me of how 
good that is. But ..."

"Yes?"

"When you're ready, come over my breasts. I haven't 
had that yet today."

"You know it's important, don't you?" I said, suddenly 
becoming the dominant _sensei_. "Especially while your 
breasts are still growing. You must rub cum into them 
at least once a day. It makes them grow more but keeps 
them firm at the same time."[3]

"Yes, I know," she said patiently. "That's why I'm 
asking you to come all over them."

"There's some oil on the table," I said, gesturing 
vaguely towards the bottle as I took up position, legs 
apart at the edge of the _futon_.

"Yes. Good. But if you don't mind I'll take you in my 
mouth first. Don't you dare come though! When I think 
you're getting near we'll switch to _paizuri_."

I had told Haruka about _paizuri_ - stroking with the 
breasts - and described what happened in bath-houses 
known as _sopurando_ or "soaplands" where lovely nude 
girls washed their equally naked customers by 
caressing them with their slithering soapy bodies. She 
had been thrilled and was now keen to get work as a 
bath-girl - she had confided to me that it had become 
the basis of some of her most satisfying masturbation 
fantasies.

She knelt upright on the _futon_ and began to stroke 
my cock with her hands. She smiled up at me 
provocatively and gave the head a little kiss with her 
lips, then teased it with the tip of her tongue, 
pretending to want to enter its hole. A bubble of 
pre-cum had already formed there, and for a moment she 
withdrew her lips while she made a big performance of 
tasting and enjoying it. Then she became more serious 
about the job in hand. Her tongue protruded fully from 
her mouth and began to slurp round the whole length of 
my cock. Already I was so overwhelmed that I was 
having difficulty standing upright and had to steady 
myself with one hand on her head. I couldn't help 
pulling her towards me: her mouth opened willingly and 
her lips began to slide tightly up my shaft while her 
liquid tongue continued to embrace and caress it. At 
this rate, I thought, she will have to switch to 
_paizuri_ now, at once. Should I warn her that I am 
dangerously close to coming or does she know? Suddenly 
I felt the head of my cock pushing against the back of 
her throat, my shaft only part-way into her mouth. In 
the intimate grip of the love-hole, one of the three 
tight sheaths made by nature to hold it, my cock could 
feel her swallowing. Would she ... could she? Yes! She 
flattened her tongue, opened her throat and with 
agonising slowness began to draw me deep, deep into 
her. Oh, the clever girl! I wondered where she had 
learnt that trick. It was no surprise that she had 
been so popular with the boys at her school = she must 
have been a lovely little schoolgirl tart! The 
constriction of her throat steadied me and I was able 
to get my imminent ejaculation under control. The 
throbbing of my cock was now beautifully in time with 
her rapid pulse. Could there be a more blissful 
demonstration, I wondered for a moment, of perfect 
harmony between two loving people? I pulled her head 
and face even more tightly into my groin, feeling my 
yearning cock straining even more deeply towards her 
stomach. Oh, if only this could go on for ever!

It couldn't, of course. She knew exactly how long she 
could afford to let me stay inside her if I was to do 
my duty in anointing her breasts with my sperm. 
Gradually she pulled back and forced me to withdraw. 
At last we were apart and she twisted elegantly away 
from me as she unclipped the clamps from her nipples 
and reached for the oil bottle on the table. Looking 
up at me teasingly, she poured some of the contents 
over her firm, erect breasts, put the bottle down on 
the floor and began to smooth the thick liquid over 
them.

"Ready?" she whispered flirtatiously.

I did not waste time replying. She was kneeling 
upright now, and we were at once united again, my cock 
finding its place in the valley of her breasts. For a 
moment she held it there, then began to stroke it, 
squirming her slippery breasts against its sensitive 
underside. Just as before my hands had been grasping 
her head, now hers were holding my buttocks, the oil 
left on her fingers making them slide agreeably over 
my skin. I was seconds away from coming now: we both 
knew it, but she did her best to postpone the 
inevitable by pulling away for a few moments. Then she 
could wait no longer and began to bring me to climax 
with slow teasing strokes of her breasts. At the same 
time I felt something long and slim begin to penetrate 
my anus. I shouted with joy and surprise as the oiled 
finger snaked its way inside me and began to tickle my 
prostate. Nothing could stop my orgasm now, and the 
jolts of hot sperm forced their way up my cock and 
spurted onto her while I leaned forward and hugged her 
to me. I had intended to take control of the final 
moments, stroking my shaft and spraying my cum in 
pretty blobs and streaks over her breasts and face. A 
girl looks so beautiful when she receives the gift of 
love like that! But her playful attack deep into my 
anus made such a climax impossible, and I came between 
her firm breasts as if they were joining together to 
create a fourth love-hole in which to imprison me - as 
indeed they were.[4] I fell forward onto the _futon_, 
taking my weight on my hands and forearms but pushing 
her back into a pretty tangle of twisted body and 
folded legs.

"Thank you - that was lovely," she said politely as 
she began to rub the mixture of oil and semen into her 
breasts.

 "I enjoyed it too," I said. I suddenly noticed that 
the long pointed nail was missing from the middle 
finger of her right hand. "Hey!" I said, grabbing hold 
of it, "where's your ... you didn't ...!"

"Of course not! Don't be silly!" she managed to say 
among a cascade of giggles. "I pulled it off first. 
Didn't you notice? Here!"

She hunted in the folds of the rumpled _futon_ and 
held up the little plastic decoration, then returned 
to massaging and caressing her breasts. When she had 
finished for the moment we wriggled together back 
along the _futon_ till I was lying propped up against 
the couch and she was leaning comfortably against my 
chest.

"Tell me again how you came to work at the strip-club 
where I met you," I said.

She looked up at me with a smile. She did not complain 
that I had heard the story several times before: she 
knew how its relation aroused me. With one hand she 
gave my soft cock an affectionate squeeze and stroked 
it, gathering the last drops of cum on her oily 
fingers; then added them to the thick liquid already 
massaged into her breasts and making them gleam like 
well-cared-for machinery. As of course they were.

"Well," she began, "the boy who was my main lover, so 
to speak - the one who brought his friends to see me 
so he could show me off and told me I had to suck them 
_all_ - he had a sister at the school. And he 
introduced me to her. Her name was Kazue. I was so 
flattered! And a bit shy, too. She was nearly two 
years older than me and normally a girl as grown-up 
and sophisticated as that wouldn't bother even to 
notice juniors of fourteen. But she seemed really 
interested in me and what I was doing, and taught me a 
lot about how to do it better and please the boys 
more. And she gave me supplies of contraceptive pills. 
Of course that meant I could let the boys come in my 
pussy. They'd been begging me to let them do that and 
I wanted them to do it - oh, so much! - but of course 
I was scared of what might happen. At last I was free 
to let them do what _they_ liked, and something I 
hoped - knew - _I_ would like!"

"Lovely for you," I murmured. "Who took your cherry? 
Who was your first real lover?"

"Taka-san, of course. The one whose cock I had first 
taken in my mouth. That was only fair! I told him I 
would allow him to do everything he wanted ... very 
shyly, of course ..."

"Of course."

"And he arranged a sort of little ceremony. All his 
friends came, and sat around and watched, and his 
sister was there to help me. She held me in her arms 
while he took me. And when he had done that - I 
remember thinking it was very quick, that first time - 
and Kazue had accompanied me to the bathroom and 
helped me clean up, I invited the others to take me 
too ... any way they liked, in my pussy, in my mouth, 
spraying their cum over me. It felt so wonderful not 
to have to worry any more, to be able to do anything I 
wanted and let them do absolutely everything they 
wanted to do to me! Ooh, _that_ was a thrill!"

"I bet it was. But you're amazing ... not many girls 
can take a whole string of lovers their first time. 
Most need a day or two to recover after their first 
penetration. Didn't it hurt or anything?"

She giggled and blushed slightly.

"Well, it was the first time I'd taken a real cock in 
my pussy, of course. But I'd done a lot of _onani_[5] 
... you know, with dildos and things like that. Deep 
inside ... you see, it was so frustrating not being 
able to fuck for real, because of being frightened 
about what might happen. So of course after a 
cock-sucking session I just had to make it up to my 
pussy in bed at night. And that meant I wasn't really 
a virgin when Taka-san took me that first time. And I 
did so want to have them all take me, and make them 
all pleased with me!"

"You're the most fantastic girl I've ever met!" I 
said - and meant it.

"After that, I was always happy to have sex with just 
one boy of course, but what I really loved best was 
being taken by a whole lot of boys at once - one at a 
time while the others watched, or all together."

Her fingers crept back to her breasts, which still 
shone slightly from the mixture of oil and cum and 
were perfumed with the lovely aroma of sex. She 
stroked her hard nipples, pulling them forward and 
making sure they were fully erect.

"I'd like to wear my clamps again now, please. Will 
you put them on for me?"

With a bit of wriggling I was able with one hand to 
retrieve the little instruments of pleasing torture 
from where she had left them, while keeping hold of 
her with the other. When I was back leaning against 
the couch I caressed one breast, and then she held it 
ready for me as I prepared to attach a clamp. I could 
feel her heart beating fast in expectation of the pain 
she had learnt to love so much.

"Tight, please," she said in a little, breathy voice. 
"As tight as it will go."

"Are you sure?"

"Of _course_ I'm sure!"

I withdrew the clamp and adjusted it. Then I placed 
the serrated steel jaws over her nipple and slowly 
released them.

"Ohhh! Beautiful ... the other one, please ..."

Making her wait for it, I gradually attached the other 
clamp at full bite. She snuggled happily against me, 
the little bells swaying and tinkling. I could feel my 
erection hardening. It was difficult to say which of 
us was more aroused: she by the exquisite torment of 
her sensitive breasts, or I by the knowledge of her 
arousal and the beauty of her decorated and tortured 
body.


FOOTNOTES

[1] It is an interesting question which is the more 
enjoyable sexual partner: a girl who embraces all the 
sensual novelties of puberty with equal enthusiasm, 
greedily munching her way through the big box of 
chocolates with which her body and its lovers have 
suddenly presented her; or a girl who has learnt to 
distinguish pain from pleasure and to relish the extra 
layer of perverted ecstasy which the most exquisite 
tortures will grant her as she shrinks from them and 
begs her lovers for mercy. Does a girl give me more 
pleasure when she is begging me to whip her or when 
she is imploring me not to hurt her? Impossible to 
say, of course: but how agreeable it is that both 
reactions to the whip and its joys exist among 
Japanese girls - or indeed in the same girl depending 
on her mood. - B W

[2] Many men make do with ordinary wooden or plastic 
clothes-pegs when clamping a girl's nipples and they 
are of course fun to use - as well as being cheap! But 
it is worth trying out the more sophisticated types 
available from shops selling sex-toys. Metal clamps 
look prettier than the standard clothes-pegs, I think, 
and can of course be found with specially strong 
springs or sharpened teeth to increase your girl's 
pleasure and enhance the pretty music of her screams. 
When you think about it, clamps with round jaws to 
encircle the nipple fully must be more pleasurable 
than the ordinary flat type, and the teeth will grip 
more tightly when you add to her enjoyment by 
suspending weights from them. - B W

[3] I have no idea if this is true. It may not be. But 
Japanese girls believe it is true, which is what 
matters. - B W

[4] If you have ever had your prostate examined in a 
doctor's office, you may have found that as the doctor 
touches it you have an immediate erection. Most men 
are hideously embarrassed when that happens, but there 
is no need to be: it is a natural reaction, as skilful 
girls like Haruka know very well! Anal penetration by 
a pretty girl playing the part of a dominatrix and 
wearing a suitably slender strap-on can be a most 
agreeable variation in a sex-session. - B W

[5] Masturbation, especially female. Despite what many 
Japanese think, it is not a native Japanese word 
preceded by an honorific _o-_, as in _o-cha_ (tea) or 
_o-hashi_ (chopsticks). It comes from Onan, the Old 
Testament character (Genesis xxxviii 8-10) who is 
slain by God because he "spilled [his seed] on the 
ground" in order to avoid getting his brother's widow 
Tamar pregnant. This "crime" and its punishment have 
been cited by religious bigots in the Judaeo-Christian 
tradition ever since in fulminating against the 
abomination of masturbation or onanism. In fact, as 
the story makes clear, Onan's "crime" was to have 
practiced the withdrawal method of birth control, a 
procedure which even the Roman Catholic variety of 
Christianity allows. Such are the lunacies of 
religious teaching on sexual matters. It is pleasing 
that poor Onan's reputation has been rescued by 
posthumously giving his name to a delightful and 
harmless activity in which nearly all Japanese girls 
indulge every day. - B W


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