Learning_About_Myself.06

THE MEGUMI STORIES 06/06
BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS

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

FINAL REVISED EDITION

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. At present her breasts and bottom 
were firm and I was secretly envious of how much bigger 
they were than mine. One day, I guessed, they would 
start to sag and be less attractive to her partners, 
but surely her natural sweetness of nature and 
submissiveness would always please some men.

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: she shivered and I 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 decided to let Masumi think I meant only the 
pleasures of spanking and 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."[13]

"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 to do that.

"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 minidresses 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 and your friend 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 don't forget - when you whip each other today, the 
idea is to build up an appetite, not to satisfy it. You 
can do that, of course, in a real whipping session, but 
today you're planning to go out together and get 
fucked, right? 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 round the clamps 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

[13] 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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