Learning_About_Myself.08

THE MEGUMI STORIES 06/08
BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS

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

FINAL REVISED EDITION

Part 08

CHAPTER VIII

Seven Girls and my Plan

As I expected, not all the girls in our sex-group that 
met after class wanted to take part in my plan. Some of 
them were frightened that we would get into trouble for 
inviting a man into the school, and that in the 
investigation that would follow our activities in the 
gymnasium would be discovered and prohibited. But there 
were five, including Masumi of course and two other 
girls called Jun and Aki, who were keen. The keenest of 
all were the twins, Kin and Gin. Those weren't their 
real names, but everyone called them that after the two 
old ladies who were celebrated at the time.[14] They 
were very pretty and lively, and were identical twins - 
they were almost impossible to tell apart except by a 
mole which Kin had on her left thigh and Gin hadn't. 
They were always up for anything sexy and adventurous, 
including entertaining us all with lesbian displays, 
and when I told them my plan for Jiro they insisted on 
being included and indeed came up with some clever 
ideas of their own of what we could do to him. Another 
two or three girls promised to think about it, and one, 
a gymnastics star called Kokomi, did agree to join us: 
I thought that would be particularly nice for Jiro 
because she was very athletic and would be able to 
entertain him in all sorts of clever ways. So by 
Tuesday we were a group of seven in all, and on 
Wednesday after class I explained to the others exactly 
what I had in mind and rehearsed them in at least the 
first stages of the adventure we were planning. By 
Thursday the excited enthusiasm as we gathered in the 
gymnasium was at its height.

Then the only question had been, would Jiro tele­phone? 
He did: and through Masumi I arranged for him to come 
to the school side entrance nearest the gymnasium 
half-an-hour after our session was due to begin on the 
Thursday. That gave us enough time to prepare for his 
reception. Masumi and I were waiting for him, neatly 
and modestly dressed in school uniform, while the other 
five inside the gymnasium were nude, chattering 
excitedly about what was going to happen.

We saw Jiro coming down the road: shambling in an 
embarrassed manner rather than walking briskly like a 
man on his way to a longed-for sexual encounter. For a 
moment I wondered if he was really up to the role I had 
invented for him! But as he approached us we bowed 
respectfully and conducted him to the entrance of the 
gymnasium. He could hardly believe his eyes when we 
ushered him inside and he was greeted by five 
deliciously nude girls who immediately began to stroke 
and pet him while skilfully removing his clothes. It 
had been agreed that that was their job: Masumi and I 
would be busy taking off our uniforms before joining in 
the fun. By the time we were ready the others had 
backed Jiro up against a wall fitted with a pattern of 
wooden bars both horizontal and vertical, strong enough 
for us girls to climb on. He didn't know, of course, 
but two pairs of bondage handcuffs - courtesy of Reina, 
and bought at her favourite shop - had been fixed to 
the bars in readiness.

"Hey!" he protested, as he suddenly discovered that he 
was fastened helplessly to the wooden framework, his 
arms outspread and feet apart. "What's this?"

"Don't worry!" said seven soothing, little-girl voices. 
"We'll look after you! You'll enjoy it!"

But his erection, never impressive at the best of 
times, was shrinking rapidly in his anxiety. I knelt in 
front of him and sucked it vigorously. Two other girls, 
at once understanding the problem, joined me on the 
floor and we soon had him back in a state of excited 
arousal. The others continued stroking and petting him 
everywhere, kissing him, the bolder girls beginning to 
slide their wet pussies up and down his legs. Of course 
he couldn't resist us! What man could?

I stood up, leaving his cock to the caresses of the 
other two girls, and began to tickle and stroke his 
neck and face.

"Are you enjoying it?" I whispered coaxingly in one 
ear.

"Oh, yes! It's lovely!" he said. "Thank you so much for 
arranging it! All these lovely girls! So _nude_!"

"Well, of course we are!" I said. "What else would we 
be? This is your fantasy. What you dream about when you 
masturbate. You _do_ masturbate, don't you, dreaming of 
being surrounded by lots of sexy nude girls, all as hot 
as anything for you?"

"Er, yes," he admitted shyly. "And now it's come true! 
I want to fuck you all!"

"Yes, but there's a rule," I said sternly. "We'll do 
lovely things to you, all the lovely things we know, 
but you must not come! Do you understand? The moment 
you come, the fantasy ends. Or changes to something 
else."

"I'll try," he said. "But it will be difficult."

It was meant to be difficult, of course. Kin and Gin, 
whose ambition when they left school was to work 
together as bath-girls, were rubbing themselves against 
him practising the smooth motion they would use when 
washing their clients with their bodies. The athletic 
Kokomi had climbed up the wooden framework and was 
lightly pressing her pussy against his mouth then 
swinging vigorously out of reach, using the techniques 
she would one day need in performing gymnastic routines 
as a nude pole-dancer.[15] Jun and Aki were still 
kneeling at his feet competing to suck his erection. 
And Masumi and I, as organisers of the event, were 
joining in where we could find room and helping the 
others to make the most of the opportunities Jiro's 
helpless captivity offered them.

Suddenly Jun - who had taken over temporary possession 
of his cock from Aki - went rigid and held up one hand. 
I scrambled down to join her.

"Has he come?" I asked.

She withdrew his cock from her mouth, closed her lips 
tightly and nodded. Aki quickly took over the cock, 
licking and sucking it to ensure that no drop of the 
precious liquid was lost. Jun, still kneeling, put her 
head well back, taking her weight on her hands and 
letting the end of her long hair fall to the floor, and 
opened her mouth wide to show the cum coating her 
tongue and gathered in a pool at her tonsils. The 
others gathered round, letting out little "oohs!" and 
"aahs!" while one of them tried to kiss her, hoping to 
share the rich taste. But she resisted, slowly 
swallowing the cum, and at last falling back onto the 
floor with a blissful expression on her face. I stood 
up and confronted Jiro.

"Right!" I said severely. "I warned you! Punishment 
time now. Come and help, you others."

Together we freed him from the handcuffs and dragged 
him across the floor to a wooden horse which was 
standing ready for him - one of those structures for 
gymnasts to jump over. We positioned him with his chest 
on the padded top and his head and arms dangling over 
the far side. Aki took charge of his hands, making sure 
he could not struggle, and was joined by Jun as soon as 
she had recovered from the pleasure of receiving his 
cum in her mouth; his bottom and legs were on the near 
side, well clear of the wooden wall. I and a few others 
walked round to talk to him. I took his chin and lifted 
it firmly so he could not avoid looking at me.

"Now you will be punished for your wickedness," I said. 
"I have a selection of implements here. Let me see ..."

Kin and Gin eagerly held out a variety of whips and I 
pretended to hesitate over choosing. The frightened 
look on his face was very pleasing and I was in no 
hurry to end his suspense.

"I think maybe this one," I said at last, holding out a 
whip with thin knotted strands of cord and making sure 
he could fully appreciate its beauties. Of course I had 
decided from the start to use that instrument - one of 
my own favourites - for his initiation and had only 
been pretending to choose.

"Oh, don't hurt me," he begged. "Please!"

"Please what?" I asked severely.

"Please Mistress," he managed to say.

Good, I thought. He knows how a man about to be whipped 
is supposed to behave. He has certainly seen videos and 
then masturbated over them, remembering and imagining 
... Has he visited professional sadists and paid for 
their services? No; he is probably too shy for that. 
But after today he won't be able to keep away from 
them. A whole new life of sexual gratification is about 
to open for our friend Jiro, I thought. By the time we 
have finished with him he will know the truth about 
himself: he will be helplessly addicted to the joys of 
submitting masochistically to pretty nude sadists and 
their whips. Lucky fellow! I hope he will never forget 
how much he owes us.

"Don't be silly," I said. "You deserve to be punished. 
You are a disgusting greedy pig," I went on, 
remembering what the young heroines of _manga_ 
adventures said when preparing to punish captured 
gangsters and pimps. "You came in my friend's mouth 
when I had told you you mustn't."

"Yes! Disgusting!" said Jun from below me on the floor, 
trying to sound severe and not succeeding.

"But I couldn't help it," he said in a pathetic, 
snivelling voice. "She _made_ me come. _Please_ don't 
hurt me. Mistress ... Mistresses," he added at the last 
moment.

"Hold his hands tight," I said to Jun and Aki.

I stood behind him, holding the whip handle firmly in 
my right hand and running the long knotted lashes 
through my left. How lovely they were and how I longed 
to feel them kissing me instead! But I had a job to do 
... I swung the cat lightly against Jiro's thin 
buttocks. He let out a sob.

"Don't be silly!" I said severely. "That was nothing. 
Just a little tickle."

His lack of fortitude annoyed me and the next stroke 
was certainly not a tickle. Nor was the one after that. 
Again and again I brought the whip down on his bottom 
and thighs while he moaned and begged for mercy. I was 
enjoying myself. The exercise and the sensation of 
power over a man - especially an aroused man - were 
both very pleasing. But others wanted a turn and after 
ten minutes or so I passed the whip to Kokomi who began 
whipping him enthusiastically. She used all her 
considerable strength and soon began performing a sort 
of ballet routine, spinning round between strokes and 
approaching her victim from different angles.[16] She 
looks charming, I thought: such a pity he can't see it. 
I walked round to the other side of the horse.

"Are you enjoying it, Jiro?" I asked, stroking his face 
and neck.

In reply I heard only a strangled "Please!" repeated 
again and again as the whip fell.

"Of course he's enjoying it!" said one of the girls, 
pointing towards his crotch.

I bent down and saw that it was true. Kokomi's 
energetic whipping was arousing him even more than mine 
had done. In fact he was displaying a more impressive 
erection than my simple nudity had ever coaxed from 
him. Interesting, I thought: and it gave me an idea. I 
told Jun and Aki to let go his hands - he was hardly 
likely to try to escape from something he was enjoying 
so much - and come round the horse to join in the fun.

"What would be really nice," I suggested to the others, 
"would be to whip him and fuck him at the same time."

With happy cries of excitement the girls pulled Jiro 
into a standing position again, then divided into two 
teams. One group competed to suck and stroke his cock, 
Kin and Gin demonstrating their bath-house skills at 
_paizuri_ or breasturbation; while the others chose 
whips from Reina's selection and enthusiastically 
worked over his back, bottom and thighs. He stood 
there, letting it all be done to him, his head thrown 
back and his arms stretched out so as not to get in the 
way.

"Remember!" I whispered in his ear when I had a moment 
of access to him, "you mustn't come! If you do, it will 
all stop!"

He showed no sign of having understood, but I could 
tell from the strain on his face and the tension in his 
body that he was doing his utmost to keep himself under 
control. I suddenly remembered - I can't imagine why - 
an image I had once seen in an art lesson. A temporary 
teacher had been showing us western paintings on 
strange sado-masochistic Christian themes and trying to 
explain them. There had been one of a handsome naked 
man tied to a pillar and being shot to death with 
arrows. I had found the look of ecstatic agony on his 
face very arousing, and had masturbated over the memory 
of it for several nights. All at once it occurred to me 
that Jiro looked very like him.

But of course it couldn't go on. He tried hard to make 
it last, but in the end with a shout of - what? agony? 
triumph? - and squeals from the girls working on his 
cock he came. The girls delightedly showed each other 
the flood of cum he had poured over their hands, and 
lapped it up with their little tongues like kittens 
fighting over cream. The rest of us helped him to lie 
down before he could fall and hurt himself.

"Oh, that was wonderful!" he gasped when he could speak 
again. "You were all _so_ good to me!"

"What shall we do to him now?" asked Kokomi, as usual 
showing herself more practical-minded than the others 
who were still oohing and aahing over him.

"I think he deserves a reward!" I said suddenly. "So do 
we! And I know what Masumi and I want."

Together we helped him to his feet and pressed two 
whips into his hands - the pretty plaited leather 
bullwhips which creaked so sexily as they moulded 
themselves to the curves of a girl's body. Then it was 
our turn to lean over the horse, side-by-side and close 
together. He knew what we wanted, of course, and soon 
the long sexy lashes were sizzling over our eager 
bottoms. The other girls gathered round, marvelling at 
a form of sexual delight they knew, if at all, only 
from _manga_ cartoons. Soon the bolder ones picked up 
the other whips and tried them out on their squealing, 
mock-protesting friends. Others begged Jiro to let them 
experience the bullwhips instead of us. So he did, 
while Masumi and I abandoned the horse and joined the 
surging orgy of whipping and being whipped. Soon there 
was just a pile of wriggling naked girls on the floor 
as we kissed and fondled each other while Jiro stood 
masterfully over us, a long whip in each hand, 
delighting us as we received his loving attentions and 
begged for more.


FOOTNOTES

[14] Kin and Gin Yano were identical twins born in 
Aichi Prefecture on 1 August 1892. They became cult 
celebrities when they reached the age of 100 and were 
admired for their vitality and sunny dispositions. It 
became fashionable for honeymoon couples to call on 
them and pay their respects. The old ladies would give 
them good wishes and make mildly salacious suggestions 
about what they should be doing in bed. _Kin_ means 
"gold" and _Gin_ means "silver", though since they seem 
always to have written their names in phonetic 
_hiragana_ script rather than characters other meanings 
may have been intended - or indeed none at all. Kin 
died on 23 January 2000 and Gin on 28 February 2001. 
- B W

[15] Yes, there are plenty of pole-dancers in Japan who 
perform fully nude. You won't ?nd them in the 
establishments patronised by foreign visitors, but 
anything other than full nudity (and of course full 
availability) by sex performers would be regarded as 
pointless in exclusive clubs catering for 
discriminating and wealthy clients. Discovering such 
clubs, and getting invited to them, can take years, 
however. - B W

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


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