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] For complete series so far see /files/Authors/Bob_Williams