We Always Do It For Real 30

THE MEGUMI STORIES
BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS

VOLUME 01: WE ALWAYS DO IT FOR REAL
BY MEGUMI KATO AND BOB WILLIAMS

PART 30

[CHAPTER XIX CONTINUED]

Now that we had performed our task we were free to 
enjoy ourselves and his tongue was soon deep in my 
cunt. I lay back on the couch again and begged him to 
turn round and give me his cock to suck, but my 
wonderful new lover assured me he wanted to savour the 
pleasure of licking my juice and sucking my excitingly 
new cunt, and would keep other joys for later. I 
wrapped my thighs round his shoulders and thrust my 
hips repeatedly towards him, making love to his 
relentless, wonderful tongue. 

"Are you really fourteen, Megumi?" he asked, coming up 
for air. 

"How old do you think I am?" I replied teasingly. 

"With your beautiful naked pussy, you could be even 
younger! When was your first time?" 

"I've only just begun ... recently," I said, worried 
that I had been spoiling his fantasy by showing too 
much sexual experience. I concentrated on keeping up 
the part of an underage cock-teaser that I was playing 
for his pleasure. "And ... I hope you won't mind ... 
people said I'm too young, and should wait longer ... 
but it's _so_ nice ... I'm afraid I'm a nuisance to 
busy men like you, telling them how much I enjoy it 
and bothering them for more!" I tried to look sad and 
disconsolate. "I don't suppose you're really 
interested in inexperienced girls like me ..." 

"Oh, Megumi, I adore you!" he said, hardly able to 
control the excitement our joint fantasy was giving 
him. 

"Men have been very nice to me," I added vaguely. 
"I've only just recently discovered _how_ nice they 
can be when they - you know ... Will you be nice? Do 
you like young girls ... _very_ young girls like me?" 

He buried his face deep in my crotch again. I suppose 
I should have been shocked to discover that this 
charming _gaijin_'s hobby was seducing underage 
Japanese girls - but somehow I wasn't. Every girl has 
to start some time, and he was kind and gentle. Of 
course no girl should be pushed to start before she is 
ready - that can damage her sexuality for a long time 
and is a really terrible crime. But every girl knows 
when she is ready; and while the law and society 
should protect those who are not, why should they 
interfere with those who are - on the arbitrary 
assumption that there should be no sex at all till 
sixteen and no public sex till eighteen? I could have 
got into serious trouble if I had been found fucking 
on stage at my Asakusa strip clubs - but I wanted to 
do it desperately and surely I know best what is right 
for me? 

Perhaps my lover of the moment, happy in his fantasy 
of sucking my fourteen-year-old cunt, made money 
teaching English to evening classes of Japanese 
schoolgirls, who fantasised as much about him as he 
about them, and competed among each other with giggles 
for a turn to stay on with him afterwards, inventing 
some problem with English grammar, sitting very close 
to him with lips parted as he explained, longing to be 
kissed and then invited out for a treat and a session 
in some cheap love-hotel ... I had never had that 
experience, of course. Sadly I imagined the fun his 
girls must have, shyly but knowingly naked for the 
first time in front of an aroused man, tickling his 
balls under his direction, learning to kiss and stroke 
his splendid erection, drawing it cautiously into 
their hairless and tightly stretched pussies, becoming 
addicted to the taste of cum. But he was giving me the 
chance to catch up on what I had missed. As he 
prepared to enter my well-licked pussy I continued 
wriggling and squealing, pretending he was my first 
real lover, playing the part of the fourteen-year-old 
coquette for my own pleasure as for his. 

Lying back on the couch enjoying the sensations 
pulsing through me, I thought how lovely it must be 
for a young girl to be taught about sex by an 
experienced older man, rather than giving her first 
time away casually as I had done to a rough ignorant 
schoolboy. There ought to be - it suddenly occurred to 
me - a properly organised system for matching young 
girls ready and eager to learn about sex with gentle 
and loving older men, who would teach them without 
hurting or exploiting them. One day, perhaps, when I 
had left Marucho, I would set up an agency to arrange 
it. Of course the men would have to be _very_ 
thoroughly tested first ... 

He looked up again, and I stretched out my arms to 
him. 

"Please teach me," I said again, shyly; "teach me to 
please you." And to please all the thousands of men 
who will come after you, I added - but silently, as 
the thought was not appropriate to the inexperienced 
beginner I was acting. 

When at last he was fully inside me, my quivering, 
naked cunt felt a man's cock with a total intimacy it 
had never experienced before. All too soon he pulled 
out in order to explore my mouth. I pretended to be 
clumsy in sucking him, again asking for his 
instruction and following his directions 
enthusiastically. Not long after he had exploded in my 
mouth, and I had swallowed his cum and licked him 
clean, he took me lovingly one more time in my naked 
pussy before, as the evening progressed, we began to 
swap partners. I never saw my tall American again - 
never even learnt his name - but I am grateful to him: 
he belongs to the, so far, small group of men who have 
taught me to enjoy new, undreamt-of experiences. 

The bride and groom left quietly for their honeymoon 
and journey to England, not wanting to interrupt the 
joyful fucking going on all around them. But before 
she left the party to dress for the journey, Miss 
Takahashi sought me out specially to say farewell. 

"Megumi," she said, "it was a great day when you wrote 
to me and said you wanted to be an actress like me. 
I've watched everything you have done since you joined 
Marucho. Of all the girls in this business, you are 
the one who will be my successor." 

"Oh, but ..." I stammered, astonished. 

"Oh, yes, my dear, I promise you!" 

Suddenly she took me in her arms and kissed me full on 
the mouth, her tongue tasting me, testing me ... After 
a few moments of astonishment I began to respond, 
caressing her beautiful body as I had so often longed 
to do. 

She pulled away from me and, still holding me, asked: 
"Which of my videos gave you the most pleasure?" 

"Oh, the one where you were the poor shop assistant," 
I replied eagerly, "kidnapped by the sadist who 
whipped you! I loved that, and it taught me so much ..." 

"Did it?" she said with a gentle smile. 

"Oh, yes!" I said, forgetting any shame in my joyful 
memories. "My lover and I went straight out and bought 
a whip for him to try on me." 

"Megumi," she asked, "when was your first really 
erotic experience - with a partner, I mean, not just 
by yourself?" 

"I was twelve," I replied. 

"Uh-huh. Who was he and what did he do to you - if it 
was a he?" 

"My _sensei_ at school," I said eagerly, as the memory 
began to excite me. "He beat me. Very hard. With a 
cane, or a ruler, or something like that, bent over 
the desk." 

"Was anyone watching?" 

"Some of the other girls were. Through the crack of 
the door. How angry he would have been if he'd known!" 

"And did you enjoy it?" 

"Oh _yes_! It was blissful. And I had my first orgasm. 
No, that was later, in bed, remembering." 

"Tell me," she said seriously, "what do you call a 
girl who is sexually aroused by pain?" 

That was easy. 

"A masochist," I replied. 

"And someone who wants other people to see her naked 
and watch her fucking?" 

Another easy one. 

"An exhibitionist," I replied. 

"That's right. You are so lucky. Your first sexual 
experience brought pain and pleasure together in your 
mind. If that happens to a girl while she is still 
young, she can never separate them again. Some girls 
would give anything to have got off to a perfect start 
like you did." 

For some reason I suddenly remembered Shimizu-san, our 
friend who ran the sex shop Ken and I used to visit, 
and how she had confided in me about her early 
difficulties in accepting the pleasures of the whip. 

"And to make it even better, you had an audience right 
from the start. So now you have grown up to be a 
beautiful young girl who loves sex in public and 
adores the whip. And can never get enough of either. 
Am I right?" 

"Yes," I murmured shyly. 

"Of course I am. And that's why you will be my 
successor. And why you deserve to be." 

I thought about this for a while. Ages ago I had asked 
Matsumoto-san whether my sexual enthusiasms meant I 
was sick, and she had tried to persuade me that they 
were normal. Now I knew they weren't that. Rather, 
they were ideal: I had had the luck to develop from 
the very start a combination of sexual tastes which 
would make any girl blissfully happy. But not all 
girls had my good fortune. Was it my vocation to help 
others be as happy and lucky as I was? 

This was getting too deep for such a lovely evening. 
There were men waiting to fuck me, and there was Aran 
Bururaa waiting to do ... what? to his beautiful 
bride. 

"May I ask you something?" 

"Of course you may," she said. 

"On your honeymoon, are you ... will you ... will he 
..." 

She kissed me again, and held me by the shoulders. 

"Yes," she replied seriously. "My trousseau includes 
all the things you love too: whips, a 
cat-o’-nine-tails, canes and the sweetest little, 
wickedest little nipple-clamps." 

"Can a girl still wear those when she has had her 
breasts fitted with rings?" I asked quickly. 

"Oh yes! You have to have the holes drilled as far 
back as possible, of course. And that's good, too, 
because then the rings keep the nipples permanently 
erect. Make sure they do that for you." 

"Thank you." 

"Now my new master is waiting for me. I shall soon be 
begging, imploring him to whip me mercilessly. One day 
you will find such a lover, and be happy. Or perhaps 
you already have. Whatever happens, don't lose him." 

I looked at her through tears of happiness, though 
whether I was happy for her or for my future self I 
did not know. 

"When we come back to Japan, I'll ask Aran to let you 
join us one night in a threesome. Together we will do 
some very special things to you. Then you will 
understand." 

For the second time that evening I felt myself 
blushing all over, uncontrollably, as I gazed at my 
idol in silent adoration. Then I said: 

"May I - may I look at ... you know, at your rings?" 

"Of course you may! They're very pretty, aren't they?" 

She sat down on a nearby couch and opened her thighs. 
I knelt between them and touched the rings reverently. 
There must have been six or seven on each side of her 
cunt. Because of the little diamond chips, they felt 
rough to my fingertips. 

"Do they slide easily through the holes?" I asked. 

"Oh, yes! Try." 

Hardly daring to, I moved one of the rings gently 
through its hole in her cunt-lip. 

"The little stones tickle as they pass through, which 
is rather nice," said Miss Takahashi. 

Her moist pussy looked so beautiful with its sparkling 
decorations that I couldn't resist leaning forward and 
giving it a little kiss. She giggled girlishly, then 
prepared to stand up. 

"That's enough for now, Megumi!" she said as she 
helped me up. "I'd enjoy making love with you, but for 
the next few weeks I belong entirely to Aran. After 
that, when I come back to Tokyo, we'll see ... now, 
work hard and good luck." 

She kissed me again on the lips, and was gone before I 
had the presence of mind to wish her good fortune in 
her new life. 

The big studio around me was full of happily screwing 
couples. Two of my friends from drama school were 
performing a vigorous lesbian 69, their tongues deep 
in each other's freshly shaven pussies. My first lover 
of the evening was watching them from a couch: my 
colleague Noriko was draped over his lap, the ecstatic 
expression on her face and the cautious wrigglings of 
her hips leaving no doubt that her tight little arse 
was exquisitely skewered by the full length of his 
beautiful cock. For a few moments I remained alone, 
lost in a daydream of Miss Takahashi's honeymoon 
wardrobe, the darling whips waiting patiently for her 
in their cruel beauty among the dainty underwear and 
pretty, sexy dresses. 

I turned towards one of the mirrors set up against the 
walls of the studio, and examined myself critically. I 
pulled up my long satin gloves and smoothed out their 
wrinkles, then let down my long hair, fluffing it up 
and tossing it back over my shoulders so as to leave 
my pretty, firm breasts exposed. How quickly men's 
hands always found their way there, and how I loved it 
when they did! I posed and flirted, admiring the way 
my nudity, and my excitingly hairless pussy, were made 
all the more delightful by the sparkling of my 
necklace, long earrings and bracelets. Oh, if I were a 
man, I would want to fuck that girl! My innocent 
childhood fantasy of exhibiting my sweet, tempting 
nudity through a one-way mirror, teasing the man on 
the other side, came flooding back. As my gloved 
fingers were pinching my nipples into full erection, I 
suddenly realised that there was indeed a man, naked 
and fully erect, standing behind me and smiling at me 
in the glass. 

"All alone?" he asked. 

I smiled back at him in the mirror. 

"Not any more." 

I turned slowly to face him, my eyes lowered 
- apparently in modesty but in reality so that I could 
enjoy the sight of his beautiful erection, its rapid 
throbbing in tune with his heartbeat revealing how 
excited he was. Already in my imagination I could 
taste the hot creamy cum spurting uncontrollably into 
my mouth, after which he surely couldn't be so cruel 
as to neglect my excited cunt. And then ... 

Very simply, looking up at him shyly through my 
lashes, I said: "Please fuck me." 

He smiled, but said nothing. I put my silver arms 
round his neck, stood on tiptoe and kissed him lightly 
on the lips. 

"Promise to do _everything_ to me that you ever wanted 
to do to a girl." 

Hand in hand, we ran off to join the fun. 


[Next in Part 31: Chapter XX: Megumi Transfigured] 

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