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