We Always Do It For Real 29

THE MEGUMI STORIES
BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS

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

PART 29

[CHAPTER XIX CONTINUED]

The party was to take place in the larger of our 
studios, Studio Two. It had been beautifully decorated 
and lit, with several cameras there to record all that 
happened for editing into the souvenir video each 
guest would later receive. One of the oversized, black 
leather sofas from Mr Nagao's inner office had been 
arranged for the use of the happy couple. There was a 
long, narrow platform across the centre of the set on 
which twenty-four, nearly naked, excitedly chattering 
girls waiting outside would shortly make their 
appearance; there were a buffet and bar against the 
back wall under the window of the control room; and 
the rest of the floor was largely covered with 
mattresses and couches brought from all over the 
building for the use of what would soon be twenty-four 
happily screwing couples. The male guests arrived: 
they had been warned to be prompt. The bride and groom 
entered and took their places on the sofa, Mr Buller 
in a towelling robe and his new wife wearing a pretty 
white mini-dress, the lacy material showing 
tantalising glimpses of her beautiful body as the 
spotlights caressed it in their beams. 

Mr Nagao welcomed the guests, and gave the signal for 
us to appear. Backstage, Matsumoto-san, who had been 
requiring each girl to demonstrate that she could walk 
nicely in her new shoes, finished her final checks on 
the snug fit of our long gloves and pretty little 
g-strings. Cheers and applause greeted us as we 
entered and lined up on the narrow stage. We began 
with a little song-and-dance routine which we had been 
practising for the past few days. It ended with our 
slowly, tantalisingly removing our sweet little satin 
panties and tossing them at random into the cheering 
audience. (I expect you can guess which of us thought 
of _that_ idea of how to pair us off at random with 
our admirers!) We stood posing prettily under the 
lights in just our gloves, jewellery and shoes, until 
the noise had died down, and each man had picked up 
one of the tiny scraps of white satin and read the 
name inside. Wondering excitedly who had chosen mine, 
I glanced up and down the line, thinking what a 
delicious sight we were in our uniform, artfully 
enhanced nudity. Sometimes I really wonder if it 
wouldn't be nicer to be a man, able to enjoy all the 
lovely things we girls have to offer! 

But there was no time for daydreaming now. We called 
out our names one after the other: each girl was 
quickly claimed by her delighted partner, and ran 
happily to join him, her excited body yearning to be 
petted and fondled. At last it was my turn to discover 
who would be my partner for the first joyful fuck of 
the evening. He was a tall young American friend of Mr 
Buller's, who said he had spotted me in the line-up, 
pleased to find a girl a little taller than the 
Japanese average, and had carefully watched where my 
g-string landed. I didn't really believe him, but it 
was nice of him to say it. 

"Would you like me to take off my gloves too?" I asked 
coyly, turning round in his arms so that my back was 
towards him. 

"No, you look lovely as you are," he replied, one hand 
already on my left breast while the other wandered 
slowly down my stomach, on its way - I hoped - to my 
cunt. 

"I'm so glad," I murmured as I moved even closer to 
him, my arse gently rubbing against the erect cock 
obvious through the front of his trousers. "I don't 
like to be _completely_ naked with a man till I've got 
to know him a little. It makes me feel so ... well, 
immodest." 

"Well, I wouldn't want you to feel that," he replied. 
"Perhaps you could be completely naked for me when we 
get to know each other better." 

I just said "Mm'mm," as I lifted one gloved hand above 
my head and leant back to stroke the back of his neck, 
a gesture which I knew would tauten my body agreeably 
beneath his hands and make my erect nipples point 
firmly forward. My other hand followed his down to my 
cunt, encouraging his fingers into the places I most 
wanted him to explore. A long evening of nudity, sex 
and fun was getting under way. 

"How old are you, Megumi?" he asked softly; and then, 
when I hesitated for a moment before replying, 
wondering what he was hoping to hear, added, "don't 
worry, I won't give you away." 

That gave me the clue I needed. 

"Fourteen," I said shyly, playing up to his fantasy. 

"Only fourteen?" he whispered. "How sweet! I would 
never have guessed - you look so grown-up." 

"That's because men have been so nice to me, and 
helped me, and taught me so much," I said shyly. "You 
know, how to look the way men like a girl to look." 

"And how to do the things men like a girl to do?" 

I wriggled again in his arms, but pretended to be too 
shy to answer. 

"I wish _I'd_ been the man who taught you," he went 
on. 

"Shall we pretend it _was_ you - you know, that it's 
my first time?" 

"Yes, I'd enjoy that." 

I began to squirm under his skilful touch, letting out 
little squeals of "oh no - oh no - oh _yes_!" as his 
fingers explored me, taught me what I already knew but 
always longed to learn again from every lover ... 
Stage-hands had now removed the sections of the 
platform on which we had danced and stripped, and 
replaced it with a large bed. The bride and groom 
moved to stand beside it. It was a remarkably erotic 
scene: the bride still in her mini wedding dress 
contrasting with the prettily provoking nudity of the 
rest of us. 

Meanwhile my handsome partner was busier than ever 
fondling and stroking me, taking full advantage of my 
tempting nakedness. One hand was on my left breast, 
the fingers splayed so as to allow the erect nipple to 
peek between them as he scissored and squeezed it, 
making me strain forwards longingly against his touch. 
His right hand had quickly found its way down the 
smooth, quivering skin of my stomach to nestle in the 
sensitive valley between the top of my right thigh and 
my crotch, his fingers reaching out to explore my 
excited pussy and clitoris as I forced myself to hold 
back and respond coyly, trying to remember I was 
supposed to be an innocent fourteen-year-old on her 
first date with an experienced lover. 

"No - please ..." I said in a little-girl voice. 

"No? Don't you like it?" 

"Yes - no - it's lovely, but ..." 

"Just relax, and let me teach you." 

"Yes, _sensei_. Please teach me. Teach me everything. 
I'm ashamed - I don't know how to please you. I've 
never, you know ..." 

"Oh, Megumi-chan! I'm so glad you've chosen me to be 
your first lover." 

I snuggled happily against his strong body. The 
fantasy was overwhelming us both now, completely 
taking over from reality. I was fourteen again - no, 
twelve - giving myself to my cruel and adored 
_sensei_. It hadn't happened then, to my everlasting 
regret, but now I was going back in time and putting 
that right! My juice flowed as his fingers dabbled 
wetly in my cunt and played with my sensitive breast. 

"Oh, please do that more!" I begged. 

He knew at once what I meant and his left hand began 
to pinch me harder. 

"You like that?" 

"Oh, yes! _Yes!_ It's strange but ... it's lovely!" 

"Megumi, I'm so glad we met!" 

The delicious mixture of pleasure from his strokings 
between my legs and the sharp pain from his torture of 
my nipple were forcing little whimpers of joy from me. 

Suddenly I realised that the rest of the big room was 
silent. Everyone was looking at me and my lover. 

"If our dear Megumi could control her excitement for 
just a few minutes -" I heard Mr Nagao say into the 
microphone. 

I felt myself blush all over as I bowed apologetically 
and forced myself back to reality. I set myself to pay 
attention to my boss explaining that the evening would 
be in three parts. First we would share in the 
happiness of our newly joined friends as spectators at 
the consummation of their marriage. Then we would all 
be invited to take part in a special entertainment 
which he hoped we would enjoy. (Even we girls had not 
been told exactly what was planned.) Finally, we would 
be free to enjoy ourselves as we liked for the rest of 
the evening. He asked however that there should be no 
fucking among the guests till the bride and groom had 
enjoyed each other first. At this I modestly pulled 
away a little from my partner who was continuing his 
skilled, arousing touch on my nakedness and again 
bringing me close to surrendering to my urgent desire 
for him. 

Mr Nagao then invited the bride and groom to exchange 
their wedding presents. They were clearly obsessed 
with each other, the depth of their mutual lust a 
delight to see. The groom handed his bride a package 
which she pretended to be reluctant to open before us 
all, until we insisted that she did. It contained a 
huge phallus in solid glass, complete with balls, and 
fitted with recessed rings through which leather 
straps passed. Mr Nagao, clearly in the secret, took 
the microphone again to explain that the model for the 
phallus had been Mr Buller's own erect cock, and that 
this glass version was designed to be reversible. Miss 
Takahashi could use it to stimulate herself, holding 
it firmly in her cunt by the straps, or she could 
buckle it round her waist and use it to pleasure her 
girlfriends. So whether she was masturbating or being 
a lesbian, Mr Buller would in a way always be present. 
The bridegroom looked a bit sheepish at this 
explanation, but I thought it was a sweet idea. 

Then it was her turn to present a gift to her husband. 
It was a very small package, which contained a little 
gold key on a long gold chain. Mr Nagao said he was 
not planning to explain its significance as Miss 
Takahashi would demonstrate it herself. Mr Buller hung 
the chain round his neck and she began to remove her 
dress. 

She was lovely to watch, as always, and the cameras 
showed every detail of her body, projected onto a 
large screen at the back of the studio for the benefit 
of those not standing near to her. As I had myself 
perceived, a skilled stripper is teasing herself not 
her audience, postponing the delicious pleasure of 
showing herself naked. At last she was wearing only 
shoes and a glittering silver g-string. She knelt on 
the bed, and signalled her husband - now out of his 
robe, his erect cock straining towards her - to kneel 
on the floor before her and uncover her pussy. 

I have never known an audience so thrilled by the 
sight of a nude woman. When Mr Buller's hands revealed 
her full nakedness, we could see that Miss Takahashi's 
outer cunt-lips had been pierced and fitted with rows 
of gold rings incrusted with little diamonds. She 
spread her legs for us to admire her, and the camera 
dwelt longingly on her beautifully decorated pussy as 
it sparkled in the light. Nor was that all: a delicate 
gold chain was laced between the rings, held together 
by a little gold, heart-shaped padlock, such as a girl 
might wear on an anklet, placed in the exact centre of 
the entrance to her cunt. The need for three weeks off 
sex, to allow the pierced holes to heal, the swelling 
and inflammation to die down and the rings to be 
fitted, was now clear. The symbolic virginity she was 
offering to her husband was beautiful and very 
arousing - especially to me, with my dream of starring 
in a video in which _my_ cunt-lips would be pierced 
and decorated, as a sequel to the beautification of my 
breasts which Mr Nagao had already promised me. 

Mr Buller quickly unlocked the chain, carefully 
unwound it from the rings and hung it around his neck 
to join the key. Then he seized his wife's arse in 
both hands, pulled her towards him and buried his face 
in her already soaking pussy. After three weeks' 
starvation, there was no question of prolonging their 
coupling: he had her on her back almost at once, 
entered her newly beautiful cunt, and in four or five 
strokes brought them both to a shattering climax. As 
they clung together, lost under the spell of the 
pleasure they were giving each other, the lights 
shining on them dimmed. Those who wanted to could 
still watch their continuing lovemaking, apparently 
entirely lost in each other but secretly stimulated by 
the knowledge that others were sharing in their 
happiness; but most of us were excitedly waiting for 
the promised special event and the announcement that, 
the marriage having been consummated, we were now free 
to join the fun and fuck each other too as much as we 
wished. 

The announcement when it came was rather different: Mr 
Nagao said that each man was to give his partner a 
present. Matsumoto-san, grinning cheerfully, passed 
through the room with a large tray on which were laid 
out twenty-four little purses: they looked like 
manicure sets, made from white brocade with our names 
embroidered on them in silver. My partner soon 
discovered the one marked "Megumi" and presented it to 
me. We stood close together and opened it. It was 
indeed a sort of manicure set but with some strange 
contents: a small pair of scissors, a folding razor, a 
tube of shaving foam and a bottle of skin lotion. My 
heart beat fast and my body began to tingle with 
anticipation as I half guessed what was in store for 
me. I urged my partner towards a couch: more 
comfortable, I suggested, than the mattresses - they 
would soon all be occupied. 

Well, of course I had guessed what was to happen, but 
just to remove all doubt Mr Nagao announced that all 
twenty-four of us were to have our pussies shaved! The 
rules of the game were strict: no pussy was to be 
fucked - or even eaten - till it had been completely 
cleaned of hair, and Matsumoto-san and her assistant 
Takeshi would carry out thorough inspections. But in 
this game every guest would win a prize: his partner 
would be transformed into sexy little lolita, shyly 
presenting him with a beautiful, hairless pussy to do 
just what he liked with for as long as he wanted. 

I lay back on the couch, excited and apprehensive, my 
arms in their white gloves and sparkling bracelets 
behind my head, my breasts pointing at the ceiling 
(oh, how I longed for Mr Otani's pretty 
nipple-clamps!), my legs parted, offering my naked 
cunt to my partner's razor. 

He was very careful and gentle with me. He started by 
slowly trimming the hair down to short stubble with 
the scissors, then softened what was left with one of 
the hot, damp wash-cloths handed round by 
Matsumoto-san and Takeshi as they checked on progress. 
Then he coated my mound and cunt-lips with shaving 
foam and covered them again with a hot wash-cloth to 
soak the foam well into the stubble. When he was 
satisfied he applied another thick layer of foam and 
at last picked up the razor. 

The feathery touch of the blade, combined with the 
danger of the operation, aroused me powerfully and I 
soon felt my cunt juices begin to mingle with the 
shaving foam. I deeply regretted never having asked 
any of my lovers to perform this sex act on me. Still, 
the hair would soon start to grow again and if I 
wanted to keep my cunt shaven I could ask for frequent 
repeat performances.[14] My partner started with long, 
sweeping strokes of the razor over my mound. Once that 
was completely bald, he approached the more delicate 
shaving of my cunt-lips. At first he was uncertain how 
to achieve his task, but soon found that, by inserting 
his fingers into my cunt, he could pull my labia taut 
from the inside. The further stimulation this gave me 
made it difficult for me to hold still: my cunt and 
arse wriggled with excitement under his firm but 
delicate touch. He frequently had to stop and beg me 
to be still. At last it was done, and I felt myself 
being turned over so that he could shave the little 
patch between my pussy and my arsehole. 

He wiped me carefully with yet another hot wash-cloth, 
then invited Matsumoto-san to inspect the result. Her 
probing fingers soon found insufficiently smooth 
patches, and I again felt the coolness of the foam and 
the tickle of the blade. At last I was passed as 
perfect. Only when my partner had liberally soothed my 
skin with the lotion provided, massaging me with his 
strong but gentle fingers, was I allowed to sit up and 
examine his handiwork. A delicious, baby pussy greeted 
me, all the strange folds in its flesh exposed for the 
first time for years, its delicate sensory nerves 
stimulated by every slight movement in the surrounding 
air. A powerful spasm passed through me, bringing me 
almost to orgasm. 

This was what I had wanted my teacher to take, six 
years ago, when he beat me after school - if only I 
had had the presence of mind to pull down my school 
knickers and show him this; if only he had had the 
passion, and the lack of self-control, to take it! But 
now, of course, I could offer it to someone who could 
enjoy it without reserve: my partner, whose fantasy 
was fucking underage but sexually precocious girls. 

"How beautiful you are like that, Megumi!" he said, 
and leant forward to kiss my clitoris. 

"Thank you, _sensei_," I said in my best little-girl 
voice, mingling my fantasy with his. "At last you can 
teach me how to please you!" 


FOOTNOTE

[14] In fact, the studio insisted on my letting my 
hair grow again, at least until I had completed the 
short videos to which my contract committed me. 


[Next in Part 30: Chapter XIX continued] 

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