I AM NOT ASHAMED 04 THE MEGUMI STORIES BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS VOLUME 03: I AM NOT ASHAMED BY KIMIKO KOBAYASHI AND MEGUMI KATO CHAPTER IV After the Wedding "Don't leave now, Kimiko-san," said my new friend Noriko, "the party's not over yet!" So we all went back into the big studio and I sat down again at our table. The fresh September air in the street had steadied me and I told myself I would not stay in this dangerously exciting company more than another thirty minutes at most. That would be enough for politeness, and they wouldn't miss me much when I left. I didn't feel I wanted to sit next to Mr Williams again, so I sat on the velvet-covered bench-seat beside Reiko this time, with him on her other side and Noriko and Midori facing us on their chairs. There was already a new atmosphere: the music was louder and more insistent, and the lighting brightly coloured and pulsating in line with the volume. People were removing the top table, now empty, from its platform. Someone had refilled our wine-glasses and, feeling thirsty again in the warm room, I drank most of mine before remembering that I had already had much more than I usually thought suitable. I decided to forgive Mr Williams. As a _gaijin_ he probably did not know how wrong it was to attack a girl's reputation like that - especially on her wedding day! And now that I remembered, it was one of the girls, not he, who had started talking about him and Megumi having been lovers. Perhaps they really had been: and anyway no one really cared about things like that any more, so long as people were discreet. It suddenly occurred to me that he might be jealous and upset, having lost his beautiful girl to Mr Otani. Maybe that was why he was being so tactless. By now the top table was completely cleared and its platform was bathed in bright light. Clearly some performance was to take place. I wondered what it would be. A voice over the PA system called for Noriko and Midori. "That's us!" said my two companions excitedly. "It's time for our little show. Please excuse us a while!" Quickly they made their way through the crowd of tables and up the steps to the platform. The music became louder and more insistent. The colours of the lights shining down on them began to change. Were they going to entertain us with a song? For a while they just danced, together and separately; but then to my astonishment they began to undress, moving their bodies lasciviously in time to the music. Slowly they helped each other unzip their dresses and dropped them to the floor, so that they were clad only in their coloured gloves, high-heeled shoes - and little panties which I could now see were in matching colours too. A man in black sweater and slacks quickly removed the stiff heaps of petticoats, while the two girls continued dancing just as they were for a while as the audience cheered and clapped. I knew there were clubs where men went to watch girls dance almost naked like that, but of course _I_ had never seen such a thing before! I should have been shocked, but somehow I wasn't; the strangeness of the place, the wine I had drunk and perhaps above all the excitement and emotion I had felt at seeing pretty Megumi set off on her honeymoon with her loving husband - all these had their effect on me. Instead of thinking that Noriko and Midori were behaving shamelessly, my main thought was - extraordinary though it may seem - how sweet it was of them to let us all see how charming they looked with their clothes off. And they did look remarkably pretty, with the lights bathing their lithe bodies, long legs and firm breasts. I suddenly longed to see them without their panties. I was sure they would look even prettier like that. Heavens, what was I thinking? - then I remembered that Tomoko had said how beautiful Shizue looked, dancing completely nude under the lights. And, after all, paintings of beautiful naked girls are admired as artistic. So why shouldn't the real thing be artistic too? All at once the music changed again and the two girls stopped dancing. What were they going to do now? Heavens, they were climbing down from the stage, just as they were in nothing but gloves and their little panties, and coming back to our table. Again, somehow it didn't seem unnatural, and as they approached, smiling at me, I clapped eagerly to show them how much I had enjoyed watching them dance. But they didn't sit down: they came over to me and took my hands, pulling me out from my seat on the bench. I stood up, hardly noticing that the lights were now concentrated on the three of us; then started to resist, beginning to guess what they wanted. Reiko pushed me towards the two girls. "Go on!" she whispered to me. "Don't be afraid! They'll take good care of you, and show you what to do. You'll have such fun! And you know you _want_ to do it." Hardly aware of what I was doing, I let them pull me across the floor and up onto the stage, the spotlights following us. They bowed to the audience, and I did the same. I vaguely heard the MC make an announcement into his microphone that Miss Kimiko Kobayashi - he was talking about me! - was making her first public appearance. The enthusiastic applause and the heat of the lights added to my feeling of slight intoxication. I looked anxiously from Noriko to Midori: I was committed now. Would my new friends look after me and make sure that in my inexperience I didn't do anything inappropriate and shame myself? Still holding my hands they danced slowly to the deep, throbbing music, and, watching what they did, I began to do the same. After a minute or two of that, they closed in on me and began to help me out of my suit jacket. It was hot and I was glad to be free of it. Then, taking it in turns, one button at a time, they began to undo my blouse, finally pulling it slowly out of the waistband of my skirt, over my shoulders and off. After that I danced alone for a bit, till they both began to whisper urgently to me, "Take off your bra! Take it off! Be like us!" It was too late to wonder what had happened to my usual modesty. And it was true that they had been showing off their breasts - and more - for ages, and no one had thought it odd. So it must be all right for me to do the same. And of course I was rather proud of my breasts, and suddenly remembered I had thought much earlier how much nicer they were than Midori's or Noriko's. Now I had the chance to prove it! My hands moved slowly round my back as I danced and unhooked my bra. As my hands fell to my sides again the bra slipped down my arms and to the floor. For the first time since I began to become a woman, I was exhibiting myself partly naked to a room full of approving strangers. It felt nice. Midori and Noriko were dancing close to me, and each put an arm round my waist. Then with their free hands they began to stroke and tickle my bare breasts. It felt so nice! I could feel myself tingling delightfully, the way I did when I played with my sensitive breasts alone in bed. I had the same lovely feeling that all in my life was well. The girls let go of me and pushed me gently towards the front of the stage. I didn't want to lose the lovely tingling feeling so I went on stroking my breasts with my own fingers, while the audience applauded and showed how much I was pleasing them. I still had my skirt on, which the other girls didn't, so I began to loosen the waistband. Gradually I eased the tight skirt down my legs, let it drop and kicked it aside. I went on dancing at the front of the stage, more and more enthusiastically. Suddenly I realised that Noriko and Midori were kneeling on either side of me. I felt their hands on my waist, as together they eased my tights slowly down my dancing legs. For a moment I hopped on my right foot as Noriko removed my left shoe, pulled the leg of the tights fully off, and put the shoe on again for me. Then I did the same on the other side for Midori. They were so kind and gentle to me, knowing how inexperienced I was, that I really loved them for it. It felt much more comfortable, dancing with bare legs without the clinging tights under the hot lighting. The music reached a crescendo and there was a crash of cymbals. Noriko tore off her dear little panties, tossed them into the audience, and posed in only her pink gloves and shoes while everyone applauded. I was so glad they thought she had done well. There was another crash, and Midori did the same, the touches of green on her arms and feet making her nakedness especially charming. As the two girls twisted and turned and showed themselves off, I could only gaze at them with delight. How right I had been to want to see them completely nude: they looked _beautiful_! I remembered Noriko saying how much she and her friend enjoyed being nude while everyone watched. Could I hope to look as nice as they did? Would I enjoy it? Something inside me was saying "yes"! Now it was my turn. But my panties, though pretty and lacy, were the ordinary type with elastic, rather than the sweet side-tie panties my two friends had worn. What should I do? Fortunately someone had seen my predicament. The man in black who had earlier taken care of their dresses when they discarded them entered again, and presented them each with a pair of scissors. The audience laughed and clapped as they snapped the blades to and fro on either side of me. Then once again they were kneeling beside me, their clever fingers slicing the blades through the white cloth of the panties. With my friends helping me, I didn't even have to throw the remains of the panties into the audience, which was just as well as I wouldn't have known who to throw them to! I danced happily by myself, delighted that I had been such a success on my first attempt. After a while I looked around: my two friends were nowhere to be seen. I was alone on stage and completely naked apart from my white high-heels. To my astonishment I didn't see my clothes anywhere. But I couldn't stay up there for ever. Perhaps someone had kindly taken my clothes to my table and was looking after them for me. I waited for a change in the music, then stepped off the stage and returned to where we had all been sitting. I felt strange: my head was buzzing and my feet didn't want to obey me. It must be all the wine I had unwisely drunk, I thought - that and the effect of dancing so vigorously under the hot lights. The people I passed, the spotlights still following me, applauded me and, seeing how unsteady I was, reached out for me, supporting me, gently stroking me and kindly inviting me to join their tables; but I tried to explain that I wanted to find my friends. I knew I was naked and somehow it didn't matter. What mattered was that my nudity pleased the other guests. Their approval made everything all right, just as a rare word of praise from my boss made my work as an OL worthwhile. It was an odd feeling being on display like that, but I was enjoying it - as something deep inside me had told me I would. There was no sign of Noriko and Midori at our table, however, and someone in the audience had taken away their chairs. My modesty returning at last, I stood with my hands folded over my crotch wondering what on earth I was to do. The bench seat was a bit crowded. Reiko had been joined by a man: they were kissing each other and she seemed to have taken most of her clothes off. I was glad she had found a friend. I squeezed in next to Mr Williams, who kindly put his right arm round my waist to stop me sliding off the end. "Goodness, that was fun!" I gasped. "I've never done anything like that before. Do you know where they've put my clothes? But it's such hard work! Feel how my heart is beating." Mr Williams slid his hand up till it was just below my breast, some of his fingers stroking its lower curve while others pressed against my ribs. "Can't feel anything," he said. "Silly! That's the wrong side," I laughed at him. "Don't you know the heart is on the left?" His big strong hands almost met round my little waist as he lifted me onto his lap, so that he could more easily feel my left breast and my heart beating just below it. His hands felt firm and warm: it was like being examined by a doctor. In a way. It was odd but also comfortable to be sitting on his lap, leaning back against his chest. I was still feeling a little giddy from the excitement, and from all the wine I had drunk, so I was glad to have his strong arms to support me. All the same, there was something strange and hard pressing against my bottom. "Yes, I can feel it now," he said. "It is beating fast. I wonder why?" "I told you!" I protested. "Because I've been working hard up there on the stage." "Perhaps there's another reason too," he suggested. "How lovely your breasts are," he added. "Thank you," I said, feeling very grown-up in accepting such a compliment without embarrassment. His left hand was now caressing my plump breasts in turn, the fingertips squeezing and then stroking the nipples. It felt lovely. I drank a little more wine, not caring whose glass I was using. His right hand, no longer vainly looking for the beat of my heart on the wrong side, slid down and began to stroke my thigh, gradually inserting itself between my legs. I let him know I didn't like that. "Why so shy, darling? You're not still a virgin, are you?" "Oh, no," I assured him, anxious not to seem inexperienced. "I had a boyfriend once. But he hurt me rather." "I wouldn't hurt you," he said. "I'm not sure ..." He stopped stroking my breasts for a moment and pointed round the room, where the spotlights were picking out other couples. I was astonished to see how many of the girls were naked like me. It was nice not to be the only one - and to think that it was I who had set the example! Where had I heard someone say something like that just recently? Oh, yes: Mr Williams had said Megumi loved being the first to show herself naked at a party, and liked to encourage all the other girls to do the same. Of course Megumi wasn't there any more; but it steadied me to think that she would have approved of what I was doing. Suddenly I spotted Noriko in her long green gloves, letting out little squeals of excitement as she bounced up and down on a man's lap; and wasn't that the fair-haired _gaijin_ girl, Megumi's friend who had made a speech, kneeling on the floor with a group of men around her? At first I couldn't quite see what she was doing, but then one of the men moved away for a moment. Surely she wasn't ... My former boyfriend had tried to persuade me to do that but I hadn't liked the idea. But she was doing it so enthusiastically and seemed to be enjoying it so much ... I said nothing, but slightly parted my thighs as if by mistake. Mr Williams's hand was very gentle, his fingers dabbling in the liquid which had started to flow again from between my legs - oh dear, was there nothing I could do to control it? Gradually a finger began to find its way inside me, setting off sensations I had never known before - certainly not from my former boyfriend. I realised that it was because of the juice that his finger could slide in and out so smoothly. So that was why it came. It was good to have that explained at last. "Is that nice?" he asked quietly. "It's lovely," I said truthfully. "Please don't stop." "I won't," he said, "but shall we go somewhere more comfortable? And give poor Reiko and her lover more room?" "Oh, yes - of course!" I said hurriedly, feeling guilty at having caused them inconvenience by forcing myself into the group. There were still couches and sofas arranged against the walls of the studio, where we had sat earlier waiting to be shown to our tables. Now, I saw, they were mostly occupied by naked couples murmuring and moaning happily together as they explored each other's willing bodies with hands and mouths ... At last, this was the experience I had been secretly longing for; and I was glad that, with the help of my new friends, I was learning to do what everyone else was doing. It would have been terribly shaming to stand out from the crowd in my inexperience, letting them see I didn't know how to behave. How to - oh dear! - how to make love ... His arm round my waist, Mr Williams took me to an empty couch. I helped him take off his clothes and we sat side by side for a while as he kissed and fondled me. It was so much nicer than anything else I had ever experienced. Then he made me lie on my back, and to my surprise knelt on the floor beside me. "Wouldn't you be more comfortable up here?" I asked. He said nothing, but kissed my breasts, making me moan with pleasure as he sucked hard on my nipples so that they stood up more firmly than ever. I was glad he liked my breasts so much. Then his hands and mouth began to move slowly downwards, stroking and kissing my tummy. He made me giggle helplessly when his mouth reached my navel, his tongue exploring the little dimple for what felt like hours while I wriggled from side to side, laughing and begging him to stop while hoping he wouldn't. In response he simply slid his hands under my bottom and held me firmly in the position he wanted. At last he left my ticklish navel alone, and I felt the tip of his tongue delicately tracing lines across my lower body, finally beginning to pasture among the little triangle of springy black hairs between my legs. It was the most wonderful thing that had ever happened to me, and I could feel the thick juice begin to collect again, wetting the lips of my pussy among the hairs - I did know that what I had between my legs was sometimes called a pussy, and I was so excited now that I didn't mind thinking the word. I begged Mr Williams to stop as I tossed helplessly from side to side, but I'm afraid he knew I secretly didn't want him to. He was now kneeling between my open legs, and his hands slid down from my bottom to hold my upper thighs apart. Suddenly I felt his tongue jump straight to my pussy, reaching deep inside while his lips lovingly kissed my - well, my other lips. I screamed with the joy of it: there was no way I could pretend to want him to stop now. Instead I begged him to penetrate me deeper, to lick me harder. I felt his tongue exploring me, lapping up the juice which was now dripping fast from somewhere inside. Could he possibly _enjoy_ that? - I wondered for a moment, before all thought was annihilated in an intense spasm of even greater pleasure. His mouth withdrew from my hole and moved a little way up till it could tease and suck and kiss my shy little clitoris, which had helplessly erected itself under the influence of so much excitement and arousal. I had a rough idea, of course, of what an orgasm was supposed to feel like: my clumsy former boyfriend had never been able to give me one, but I had fingered and stroked myself often enough in bed and in the bath. And girls' magazines these days are very explicit about masturbation techniques. But I had never felt or imagined anything like the explosion of pleasure which began to build up under Mr Williams's skilful tongue and hands. I tried to hold it back, thinking I should wait till he had entered my pussy with his penis, but it was like trying to delay the waves of the sea. I was vaguely aware that coloured spotlights and white flashes were caressing me, exciting me even further. My hands were on the back of his head now, pushing his face ever more deeply into my most sensitive places as I heaved and twisted under him, screaming with joy and begging for more as wave after wave broke and carried me to ever greater ecstasy. "Oh, that was so wonderful!" I gasped once my climax was past and my breathing and heartbeat had returned to something closer to normal. "Thank you, oh thank you! But I must do something for you, now." He was on top of me on the couch now, supporting himself on his knees and elbows. "Sure, just help me into that sweet little cunt of yours," he panted. "Oh, but I wanted to please you with my mouth like you did me. It was so lovely. Wouldn't you like that? But of course, I've never done it before," I added sadly, "so perhaps I won't be any good. Will you teach me?" So now Mr Williams lay on his back and it was my turn to kneel between his legs. With my hands I explored his huge, throbbing penis. I lent forward and, very tentatively, put the head between my lips. There were already a few drops of liquid oozing from the little hole in the tip: it had a strange, salty taste. I began to slide my lips further down the shaft. "Try to keep your lips firm and tight," said Mr Williams, "and don't forget to use your tongue. Just flick it to and fro. The underneath of the shaft is the best, tender part - like _maguro-sashi_." I couldn't say anything with my mouth stuffed full but I giggled a bit at the comparison with the soft belly of the raw tuna. The giggle seemed to give him a nice feeling. Soon I was performing as he instructed and he was groaning and begging for more - just as I had done a short while ago. "Can you get it further in?" he asked. "Try and swallow it. Don't worry about the length - just try and swallow the head, and the rest will go down easily." In my eagerness to take as much as possible of his penis into my mouth I was pushing the head right up against my throat on the down stroke, and the contact was making me gag. What would it feel like to have this great, firm bar of flesh - so soft and velvety on the outside - thrust down my throat? I was sure I would be sick if I tried. But I took his advice and tried to imagine that I was swallowing something soft and round, like one of the _mochi_ rice-balls we eat in soup at New Year. To my surprise it went down easily. Mr Williams let out a great shout of pleasure and the next moment his hands were forcing my head deeply down onto him, his thick penis sliding further into my throat. The suddenness of it made me want to gag, but with my mouth and throat so full it was impossible. I could tell from his groans that the waves were crashing onto the beach for him too: my lips and tongue were now stimulating the very root of his penis, his pubic hair tickling my nose just as the champagne bubbles had done, while my throat held the shaft like a vice, locked in the first movement of a choking fit. It didn't last long. In my intimate contact with his penis I could feel something trying to force its way up the shaft. A first spasm of semen shot into my throat: he released the pressure on my head, so that his penis could slide back up into my mouth, and flood me with jolt after jolt of thick cream. It tasted strange, but it was so nice to swallow his liquid as he had licked up mine; I drank it gratefully, sucking the head of his penis and licking the little hole till I was sure there wasn't a drop more to be had. Then I lay happily in his arms as he stroked and petted me, and told me how wonderful I was. I suddenly remembered that only recently I had been worried about Megumi marrying a man who was half a Westerner - and here was I having just made love with a _gaijin_! And he had treated me so kindly and beautifully! "Have you really never done that before?" Mr Williams was asking. "You were marvellous." So I told him about my former boyfriend, and how he was clumsy and hurt me, so I had never wanted to do it for him. And how I had thought sex would always be like that: something men enjoyed but women had to put up with. "And now you know better?" "Now I know better. And I know that I've wasted a lot of time and must catch up. Do it to me again, please." "Have a heart, Kimiko-san!" he protested. "A man has to wait a while till he's ready again." "Really?" I said. "I'm ready. I think I'll always be ready." "Yeah. Girls are so lucky. Let's go and watch what the others are doing - maybe that'll get me started again." It was certainly fun to watch the other guests. They were nearly all naked by now, so I didn't feel at all out of place walking around in nothing but my white high-heeled shoes. Couples were making different kinds of love in all sorts of pretty ways, and for a while we watched a man taking two girls at once, one on his mouth and one on his cock. Yes, my wonderful new lover was teaching me to use lovers' language. He said it was much nicer if a girl called "cunt", "cock" and "arse" - and "fucking" too, of course - by their real names. These words sounded so sweet when said by a girl, he said, and were very arousing for a man. Since I wanted to please him, I said of course I would remember to use them. When we came close to the stage, I saw that some equipment was being set up. Perhaps there was going to be another show! Could I take part? A pile of ropes had been left on one corner of the stage. I don't know what it was that attracted me to them so strongly, but without thinking I put out one hand and stroked them. I was surprised at the way they felt: I had expected them to be rough and hairy, and I suppose they were a little; but to me they felt at the same time smooth and sensuous. Shyly I lifted one of them a little and rubbed it gently against my breasts: the feeling of softness and strength together, like Mr Williams's cock in a way, excited me. From some corner of my mind whose existence I had never known before a vision grew and began to possess me: a vision of myself helplessly roped and bound before an appreciative audience. I could see myself as they did, admiring the way the ropes bit into my smooth skin and the beauty of my flesh as it peeped out between the bonds; at the same time I could feel what it was like to be myself, luxuriating in their loving caress, eager to do whatever would be given me to do in my helplessness. I suddenly realised Mr Williams was watching me as I stood there, lost in my vision of bliss. "Like them?" he asked. Without waiting long for an answer he took a rope from the pile, coiled it three times tightly round my waist and tied the ends together as if it was an _obi_ sash round a _yukata_ bathrobe. Except of course that I wasn't wearing a _yukata_. I said nothing, just looked up at him, unable to express my excitement at this wonderful new sensation. He took another rope, draped it round my neck, and then passed the ends between my legs and tucked them tightly into the back of the rope round my waist. It was delightful to feel the ropes tickling my crotch while at the same time holding me so firmly. I wriggled slightly, making them tickle me more. I still said nothing, just gazed at him in wonder. He looked at me, and then called up to the MC on the stage. "I think you've got a volunteer for this. Come and get her before she changes her mind!" The MC hurried over and squatted down on the edge of the stage. "Hello, young lady! Are you ready to give us all another show?" Still I could find no words. I just climbed onto the stage and stood submissively before him, the soft, firm ropes still holding me and delighting me. Then at last I said to Mr Williams, "You won't let them hurt me, will you?" The MC called excitedly to the technicians, and soon loud, throbbing music filled the studio again while lights began to flood the stage. He took away the ropes which Mr Williams had draped round me, and brought me naked to the front of the stage while he announced into the microphone that Miss Kimiko Kobayashi, who had been such a success earlier with the distinguished audience when she presented herself nude for the first time in public, would now make her first ever appearance as a Bondage Princess. He called up Noriko and Midori to help me in my presentation. They seemed a bit reluctant to leave their lovers, but I was glad to have their support. My helpers first tied my hands firmly behind me, high up on my back, then took the long ends of the rope round my neck before tying them together, so that I could not lower my hands without risking strangling myself. Another rope tied my elbows tightly together many times, keeping my arms motionless and forcing my shoulders back and my breasts firmly forward. It hurt rather, but somehow it felt good too. Then they began to decorate my helpless, excited body. The first rope went round me twice just above my breasts, tying my upper arms even more firmly to my sides, and was knotted at my back. The second did the same just below my breasts, with the ends this time at the front so that they could be brought up between my breasts and tied to the first rope. It was a wonderfully stimulating feeling to wear this imprisoning yet open bra, and my nipples were achingly erect as the sensitive skin of my breasts welcomed the ropes' embrace. Another rope went round my waist, _obi_-style, as before, and the next was tied tightly round my upper thighs, just below my bottom. Then my knees and ankles were tied, and my transformation was complete. I could stand, so long as I was careful to stay completely upright balancing on my high-heels, but I could not move at all. I suppose it might have been possible to sit or kneel, but without the use of my hands to save myself from a fall there was not much point in trying. I was totally helpless in my ropes under the bright caressing lights, and it felt absolutely wonderful. My vision of myself a few minutes earlier was now aligned perfectly with reality. It was as if some God or Goddess had reached down from Heaven and granted me complete harmony. The thought that anyone could do anything they liked to me, and that I would be powerless to stop it, sent great waves of sensual excitement through me. The MC invited the audience to admire me, which they did with vociferous applause, exciting me still further. I knew the true inner source of my happiness was that the intense vision of myself which I had experienced was now being realised so perfectly. But in their own way my new friends were making me happy too: it was lovely to be approved of, and to feel I was doing the right thing. The MC turned to me. "We're going to make you kneel now, Kimiko-san, so that we can all have some fun with you. We'll turn you to face sideways, then you just lean forward: when you lose your balance we'll catch you and put you in position." Again I felt wonderfully helpless, abandoning myself to my friends who skilfully folded me into an upright kneeling position. They showed me a blindfold, then tied it firmly round my eyes so that everything was completely dark. Noriko and Midori explained that they were going to select a man to have me, and I heard them run off into the audience. During the pause I felt my heart beating faster and faster with excitement. What where they going to do to me? I was almost faint with desire to submit to it, whatever it was. Being completely helpless meant I had no control over what I was about to do, and therefore no reason to be ashamed of it. The thrill of being so literally shameless was driving me to an ecstasy I had never dreamt was possible. Soon I felt something hard yet soft pressing against my face. Thanks to Mr Williams's demonstration I recognised it as an erect cock and opened my mouth to receive it: unable to see what I was doing, or to move more than a few centimetres forward or back without losing my balance, I was completely at my lover's disposal. I was so glad Mr Williams had given me those lessons in how to please a man with my mouth! Soon my new lover was groaning and staggering as he filled my mouth with cum. I was accustomed to the taste now, and this tasted good: but somehow a bit different from Mr Williams's. "Would you like another one?" asked the MC. "Oh, _yes_!" I replied, eager to find out if they all tasted different. He let me have another three treats one after the other and they each did, in a subtle way. Happily I gulped down the creamy fuck which spurted into me. Then the MC said they wanted to use me for something else. "Oh, can't I suck another cock first?" I asked anxiously from behind my blindfold, then adding - rather cleverly, I thought - "Mayn't I suck yours for you?" "You just did!" said the MC with a laugh. "Didn't you realise? No, it's time for something new. Something you'll enjoy even more." "Oh, please, yes _please_ do whatever you like to me!" I said. "You can't stop us anyway, can you?" he said. "No, I'm at your mercy!" I said blissfully. "Oh, this is so wonderful! Being so completely helpless, I mean. But you will be gentle, won't you?" The two girls held me carefully by the arms and tilted me forwards. They had arranged some kind of comfortable prop for my upper chest to lean on, otherwise without the use of my hands I would have crashed onto the floor. To my surprise they then undid the rope round my thighs just below my bottom: in a way I was glad, because in my excitement copious amounts of juice had been flowing from my cunt down my thighs, and while they were tied so tightly together the result was rather sticky and uncomfortable. They wanted me to kneel with my knees drawn up under me and my bottom high in the air, and helped to fold me into that position. I hoped they would wipe away the juice which had dripped from my cunt, but they left it on my thighs to dry in the air. It tickled as it dried: the tickling felt nice and I enjoyed it. Then the girls passed a rope tightly round my knees, brought the ends up over my shoulders and then tied them to the rope round my wrists. There was now no way I could move more than a few millimetres from my new position. The girls knelt beside me and one of them - since I was still blindfolded, I couldn't tell which - said, "We're going to gag you now. You know what that means, don't you? You won't be able to tell us to stop doing whatever it is we're going to do to you next. Do you mind about that?" "No," I said, "I want you to do it - whatever it is. I'm sure you'll look after me. But please don't hurt me." "Don't worry," the other one said, "you'll love it. Open your mouth." I did so obediently, and a plastic plug was at once pushed into my face. My mouth and tongue could tell that it was shaped just like a man's cock, except that it was rather shorter so that the head did not push against my throat. I could feel a strap being fixed tightly round the back of my head, as I flicked my tongue around the plastic cock's underside just as if it were real. It was a good opportunity to practice, I thought. I wanted to learn to be _very_ good at sucking cocks! Suddenly I felt hands caressing my arse, pulling the globes apart and gently feeling along the crack between them. Fingers delicately and skilfully probed my cunt, provoking an even greater flow of juice. At last a cock began to enter me: I did so hope it was Mr Williams's, since he had deprived himself of that pleasure in order to give me an even greater thrill when we made love earlier. Almost at once I was propelled into helpless orgasm as I knelt. One after the other three different cocks entered me from behind and bathed my cunt in their cum while I gasped and grunted my delight as best I could with my stuffed-full mouth. There was a pause. A warm, wet cloth was suddenly applied to my cunt and gentle, probably female, fingers wiped me clean at last. Male fingers again stroked and parted my bottom, feeling their way along my crack even as far as my arsehole. I had sometimes fingered it in bed at night, but had never allowed anyone else to touch it. Something was now, ever so gently, requesting admittance; but my coy sphincter muscles rejected it. There was another pause. Now something else was trying its luck. It felt like a tongue - a man's, I supposed. Could a man actually _enjoy_ kissing and sucking a girl in such a place? My poor arsehole was terribly confused: loving the sensation but uncertain whether to allow it. The point of my lover's tongue managed to open the door just a crack but no further. Frustrated, it withdrew; then I felt cool air being blown gently onto my damp skin which fluttered delightfully under this new sensation. Now the clever fingers were at their work again along my crack. The one working on my arsehole was different: greasy and smooth as it had not been before. It reassured my bottom with the delicacy of its approaches; then took it completely by surprise and entered me up to the first joint. Despite the gag filling my mouth I gasped with astonishment and pleasure. "Are you enjoying it, Kimiko-san?" one of the girls asked in my ear. "Don't be silly, Midori-san," I heard the other say. "You know she can't answer. Anyway, look at the way she's making love to his hand." It was true. With the few millimetres of movement allowed to me by my bonds, I was unconsciously pushing my bottom back onto the wonderfully arousing finger, trying to force it deeper into my gasping anus. "Are you enjoying it?" the first girl said again, insinuatingly. "Try to make an 'mm'mm' sound if you are." "Mm'mm, mm'mm, mm'mm!" "She's enjoying it." "Well, of course she is," said the other, "any girl would." The finger pushed firmly on into my fundament. The sensation was wonderful: like having an unreachable itch delicately scratched for you by a thoughtful friend. Except that this was an itch I hadn't known I had till he scratched it. I hoped he wouldn't scratch it away for ever. It would be nice to know that the itch was always there, waiting to be tickled unbearably and then gently scratched by those who knew where to find it. I continued to strain back in my tight ropes onto his hand. He twisted his finger delicately from side to side, and wiggled the top joint as it forced its way up into my intestines. The finger withdrew and I grunted my sadness into my plastic gag. I felt more delicate touches on my bottom, and blobs of lubricant being applied to the area around my arsehole. They felt cold, and tickled. Then something else was knocking on my back door. It felt huge - I knew what it must be, but could I possibly accept it? I wanted to, oh _so_ much. Like the finger, my new friend waited till it could take the castle by surprise, then - all at once - the head was inside me. We both waited for a while, then gradually the huge cock began to advance. Again I strained back onto it as best I could. As it moved into me, it added an intriguing edge of pain to my pleasure; but whenever it stopped for a while the spreading warmth and arousal were overwhelming. Just in case there was any misunderstanding, I emitted "mm'mm" sounds for all I was worth into my gag. The pleasure was all the more intense because I felt no shame. I could never have run naked of my own will onto this stage and begged this man - whoever he was - to fuck my bottom. However desperately I had secretly wanted to do it, the shame would have been too great and, as I have often had to explain to foreign friends, it is shame, not guilt, that keeps Japanese in check.[2] But now I was bound and utterly helpless. How could anyone expect me to prevent these wonderful things being done to me? So long as I was helpless, I was free: free to enjoy what they were doing to me with all my heart, just as much as they wanted me to. The poor muscles of my arse had no idea what to do. In their delight they eagerly gripped my lover's cock; at the same time it was their job to expel this intruding object which had appeared from nowhere. This constant confusion of movement along the shaft of his cock must have given my unknown lover the greatest pleasure, as it did me. He was now fully inside me, and for a while was content to lie there in my tight glove, relishing the extraordinary fullness and intimacy as much as I did. He leant forward, supporting his weight on one hand but using the other to caress and squeeze my breasts. I was grateful to him for that, as the stimulation of the ropes tightly embracing them had left them deeply frustrated. Then gradually he began to move his wonderful cock, fucking my anus as if it were my cunt. He did it as delicately and gently as he could, but the excitement built up rapidly for both of us, and all too soon I was gasping and spluttering into the gag in my mouth as spurts of cum chased each other gloriously into me, while he whispered hoarse obscenities and endearments into my ears. "Oh, you gorgeous, insatiable little bitch! How I love your beautiful whore's arse! This is what you dream of all the time, isn't it? Who do you want in there next, you lovely promiscuous little slut?" You know the sort of thing. Every girl does, and adores it. At last it was over. His cock shrank, and slipped out of me. All too soon, I felt the ropes being unwound from my body. I was helped to my feet, able to balance for myself now but still tottery and unsteady from all that had been done to me. I could hear the audience applauding wildly, but my friends took the gag out of my mouth and the blindfold from my eyes last of all. The bright lights, when at last I saw them, confused me but as I bowed shyly I could tell that my performance had pleased my audience. How grateful I was to have been given such expert guidance on what to do on my first attempt! At last I was helped off the stage and gently guided towards the door from which, all those hours ago, Megumi had made her three appearances as a bride. Outside was a corridor which after a few turns brought Midori, Noriko and me to the elevator I had used on arrival. This time we went up, and after another short walk entered a large, brightly lit room which seemed to be full of mirrors. A big, older woman came rushing to meet me, full of talk and friendliness. "I'm Matsumoto!" she cried. "Congratulations! I saw your performance - you were wonderful!" "Matsumoto-san is in charge of the costume department," explained Midori. "She is our best friend. She makes sure we all look as sexy as possible when we're performing. But what she really enjoys is dressing us up for our dates." "And making sure we get fucked," added Noriko. "Oh, you silly girls, with looks like yours you'd get fucked anyway!" said Matsumoto-san. "But I help a little, I suppose. At least I make sure you wear what men really like, not what some pansy fashion designer tells you to wear." "And what _do_ men really like?" asked Noriko teasingly. "You're just making fun of me as usual," said Matsumoto-san affectionately. "But it's quite simple, as you know very well." The two girls joined in and chanted with her what was obviously a famous remark: "The longest possible hair, the shortest possible skirt, and the highest possible heels." Midori and Noriko broke off in giggles, and Matsumoto-san pretended to be annoyed. "You know it works. You want to please a real man and be certain of a great evening's fucking, you do what I tell you. You want to please some designer who doesn't really like girls anyway, try if you like, but don't come crying to me afterwards." "And then we have to repay her by telling her _everything_ that was done to us," Noriko continued, with a resigned shrug. "Well, my only pleasure nowadays is hearing what you hot little sluts get up to." The two girls tried to join in here too, but were still giggling too much to manage it. I guessed Matsumoto-san, like Confucius, was famous for her "jewelled sayings", but unlike him was too good-natured to mind being made fun of. "Now you, Kimiko, into the shower with you. I want you looking like a squeaky-clean little virgin before I send you home to your mummy and daddy. I've got your clothes here and I've just pressed your suit for you, so I guarantee you'll go home without even a fingerprint on you." "Thank you," I said weakly. "But do you think ... I mean, my mother is very clever and I have an elder sister - is it _possible_ to hide what I've done? I feel so different, don't I look different?" "Don't worry! No one looks more virginal than a girl who's just been given a good fucking and is secretly longing for the next." "I see." I hoped with all my heart she was right. "May I ... that is ... may I have a souvenir of this evening?" "Sure. What would you like?" "I know it sounds silly, but ... if I could have just a couple of the ropes they used on me ... and the blindfold and the gag ..." "Of course you can! Noriko, run along and get her what she wants from the studio before they pack it all away." She turned back to me. "You _have_ got a taste for that sort of thing, haven't you?" "Yes," I said weakly, too exhausted to pretend, "I'm afraid I have." I swayed and would have toppled over if she and Midori had not caught me. FOOTNOTE [2] Or used to be. But recently I have noticed that young Japanese girls get a special sexual kick out of being shameless, as if they enjoyed breaking some fundamental taboo. My sexual exploration has been devoted to getting rid of shame; theirs seems to be based more on maintaining the sensation of shame in order to enjoy ignoring it. Will the Japanese develop into the first race whose girls' sexuality is controlled neither by shame nor by guilt? It will be interesting, and fun, to find out. - K K [Next in Part 05: Chapter V: Two Sisters] For complete series so far see /files/Authors/Bob_Williams