It was a bright sunny Tuesday when Harumi would lose her virginity. The taping would be outside of Tokyo, in Kawaguchi. Without a car, she had to take a train, but it was probably one of the most terrifying train rides in her life. Nervousness and anticipation warred inside her, playing on her fears and passions. She leaned against one of the poles in the train, one hand on her stomach and her legs pressed tightly together. She felt like she was naked in front of everyone, stripped down until there was nothing left besides her sour stomach and the fluttering heat in her pussy.
Her sex fluttered as she tried to imagine what it would be like to finally have sex, to have a cock inside her, but she couldn't. There was nothing to hold on to, nothing to imagine. She doubted that a man would feel like her hairbrush handle or even her fingers, but she had never seen a real penis before much less felt one.
With Satomi, she never have considered buying a sex toy. Instead, she stole a few seconds pleasure in bathrooms and in her bedroom. After her fall, there was no time when she needed every yen just to survive.
The promise of money kept her on the train. She tried to imagine how she would spend it. After the last few months, she knew she needed to squirrel it away to pay the bills. She couldn't afford to make another mistake, she couldn't live with herself if she ended back out on the street.
It took all of her effort to put a smile on her face. Satomi always said that a smile made everyone else happy. And given that she had become famous across all of Japan, it appeared to work. She left the smile on her face and lost herself in thoughts of fear and anticipation.
Off the train, she followed the directions given. She had been to the Green Center a few months before for a photo shoot, but that was with in a chauffeured car and well away from the overwhelming populations. Now, a single woman walking down the street, she felt tiny and insignificant.
Harumi didn't like being just another face.
The directions brought her to an unremarkable two-story building. It looked like an old factory, but one that had been repainted and fixed up. Two men stood outside, one toying with a cell phone and the other reading a hentai magazine.
She blushed and stepped up. “Um, hello. Is this the place for Gajin—”
The one with the magazine peered up and then gestured toward the door. “Second floor and then to the right.”
A blush searing her cheeks and her stomach twisting with fear, she rushed up the stairs and fumbled for the door. She couldn't see to get her hand wrapped around the handle and the passing seconds added to her humiliation. She managed to get her hand on the handle, but it wouldn't twist.
The man with the magazine reached over and opened the other door. He didn't even take his eyes off some scene of a woman being gang-banged.
Harumi froze as she looked at the pictures and then up at the man. With a whimper, she dove into the beckoning door and stumbled away.
Inside, the building was bare with undecorated white walls and empty rooms. Only squares of dust and discoloration marked where desks and offices once populated the building.
Harumi's footsteps were loud against the floor and the sound echoed against the walls. She felt tiny and alone, like a victim in one of the hentai magazines the guy outside no doubt enjoyed.
A niggling thought flickered through her mind, that she had made some horrible mistake and she was about to be raped and murdered. Her grip on her purse tightened. She slowed down and turned around, afraid that someone was coming up behind her.
There was no one.
Pressing her lips together, she turned back. There were stairs ahead of her, black steps leading up to the second floor. She could see the yellow glow of an incandescent light shining against the far wall. There was also a shadow of a man.
She cleared her throat and forced the words out. “H-Hello?”
The shadow moved and Teruo stepped into view. “Harumi!” He smiled and came down the stairs. “Did you find the directions sufficient?”
Harumi nodded nervously, glancing around.
“Something wrong?”
“I-I'm just… a little nervous. I've never done this before. Actually, I've never been with… a man.”
His smile grew wider. “Don't worry. No one is going to hurt you.” His polished shoes struck the bottom floor. “I promise.”
Harumi trembled.
Teruo tilted his head to look at her. “We can stop here if you really want. I'll give you some money even if you leave.”
She glanced at him, a silent question in her gaze.
He chuckled. “Not that much. The entire point of the video is to sell it. But, if you want fifty thousand, I can give that.”
Fifty thousand verses four million. She knew the answer. Dredging up the lessons from being an idol, Harumi forced the smile on her lips. She straightened her back and shook her head. It took all her effort to keep her voice from cracking. “No, I'm good.”
“Come on, let's meet Andy and Steve.”
The smile froze on her lips. Those weren't Japanese names. But, she had already committed herself. She nodded again, the smile straining just at the edges. Satomi's lessons came back to her and she forced even the strain from her face. She just had to put on a show. Just one video and then she could stop. Just four million yen. The words echoed in her head as she let Teruo lead her upstairs.
One of the rooms, a large one in the center of the building, had been made up to look like an American locker room. It had banks of metal lockers on two walls and a bench in the middle. The smell of fresh paint filled the air along the burn of chemicals. The furthest wall had some logo painted on it. It was a bear of some sort, but painted red and white.
Her heart beat faster in her chest.
Teruo chuckled. “Don't worry, it's just for show. Are you good at memorizing lines?”
She thought back to the thousands of hours of learning songs because of market research. With a nod, she peered into the room. There was no question what was going to happen in the room, not with a towel folded over one end of the bench and enough room around it to get three men.
Her pussy clenched with anticipation and a heat flickered to life inside her. She rested one hand against her hip and shivered.
“Come on, we have a shower area in the next room. Nothing fancy, of course, but enough for today.”
She gave a nervous nod.
Teruo didn't seem to notice her nervousness. He gesture for her to follow and lead her down the hall to the next room.
Harumi followed, stumbling on her own shoes. She was screaming on the inside, but she kept the smile plastered on her face. She understood kayfabe, the need to maintain the role at all costs.
And then she walked into the next room. There were five men and two women already there. All of them were Japanese except for two men standing in the middle. The two were tall Americans and nothing like she had seen before.
One of them was blond. About a half meter taller than herself, he had deep-lined muscles, broad shoulders, and a cleft in his chin. His blue eyes flashed as he turned and caught sight of Harumi. He had a towel around his waist, but there was a bulge underneath it and the fabric started to push apart.
The other was a black man. Slightly shorter than the blond, he was also muscular and strongly built. He looked like a warrior of some sort with his shaved head and hairless chest.
He was also naked. Her heart slammed against her ribs as her eyes drew down to his cock. It was half-hard but huge, a swollen length of dark brown ended with a bulbous tip and a pair of large balls. Right above the base, a black tattoo had an English tattoo. She didn't know the word, but she spotted a number nine. His was the first cock that Harumi had ever seen. It was terrifying and she fought the urge to run away screaming.
“And,” said the blond in broken Japanese, “who is this beautiful young lady?” He stepped toward her and held out his hand. It was the one holding up the towel and the fabric fluttered away.
Harumi squeaked and flinched.
“What?” asked the blond.
Teruo spoke quietly. “It's her first time, Andy, so be gentle.”
Harumi peeked down at Andy's manhood. It was almost the same size as the black man's, Steve's, but a dusky red and smaller, hairy balls. There were thick veins already visible along his length. The smell of musk filled the air as it twitched underneath her gaze.
“Don't worry. I'll be very gentle with her.”
Teruo gestured to the black man. “Steve?”
Steve stepped up. For a moment, she thought he was going to offer his hand but he surprised her by bowing deep. “Thank you for consenting to do this.” For a large man, he spoke remarkably smooth Japanese with a southern accent.
She smiled at him, fighting with the nervousness and fear. With a gulp, she bowed to him. “T-Thank you, sensei.”
When Steve straightened, he smiled at her. It was an easy smile, one that somehow was comforting and kind. Her shoulders relaxed a little and the sourness in her stomach eased.
Teruo chuckled. “Well, why don't you get showered and cleaned up one last time. Did you follow our directions?”
She blushed and nodded. Teruo's directions were very specific, including what food to eat and when to go the bathroom. She was empty, a vessel about to be filled. She gulped and looked down at the two cocks. Her pussy clenched with anticipation.
“Well, strip down and get comfortable. I'll get your lines. There aren't many.”
For a heartbeat, Harumi hesitated but then she realized it was just like being in the back stage between sets. Hundreds have seen her naked. Dozens have grabbed her young body as they stripped and dressed her. The only difference is that thousands will see her on VHS, but none of them will ever touch her. It was as close as she could to being on stage again.
She set her purse on a table and began to strip.
The room grew electric with every piece of clothing she pulled off. For a year, she was an idol pretending to be a nubile sixteen year old. Her breasts were perky and tipped with tiny, hard nipples. Her skin was as flawless as a good life could give her. It was also the color of snow, the perfect shade of white to give the impression of pristine virginity.
“Fuck,” said Andy in a long drawl, “you're hot.”
She glanced over and saw that his cock was standing straight up, a large line of thick manhood. It was swollen and huge.
Steve chuckled. “I think your dick's scaring her.”
“It's just saluting, dude.” Andy chuckled. He turned to her. “Don't worry, little Andy won't bite and you'll get plenty of time to get to know him.”
Harumi continued to strip and resisted the urge to smile. She liked being an audience. She finished with her panties last, pulling them off and folding them neatly on the table. When she turned around, she was naked before them.
“Hey, Ter, I thought you Japanese didn't shave.”
Harumi glanced down. Her pussy was hairless and bare, a throwback from her tight costumes and sweaty performances. The tightly pressed line of her sex was beginning to open from her excitement and she could see the nub of her aching clitoris beginning to peek out from her folds.
Teruo was staring at her, an unreadable look on his face.
All but one of the unnamed Japanese people had cameras out, playing with settings. She could tell they were recording her, probably for a “making of” or testing the video.
She looked around the room curiously for a moment, the fear and anticipation peaking inside her. She could see lust in all of their eyes. Then, on an impulse, she pressed on finger against her cheek and gave the entire room a brilliant smile. “Kawaii!”
The single word seemed to break the mood. As one, the room let out their breath.
Andy laughed. “Oh god, she's adorable. I'm going to tap her like no tomorrow.”
She blushed and smiled back at him, more genuinely than she thought she was capable of. Her eyes took in Steve and she gave him another smile.
Teruo shook his head. “You are beautiful,” he whispered.
“Thank you, sensei.”
He grunted and turned away, a bulge formed in his pants. “Okay, we have a few lines for you to memorize. Nothing major. Think you can handle it?”
She glanced at the two cocks in front of her. The lines she could handle, but she wasn't sure if she could take either of the men. But, she needed the money and her pussy was rapidly growing hot from the anticipation of trying.
Harumi nodded and licked her lips.
“Why don't you also get comfortable with the two guys. Maybe get… a feel for things.”
She nodded again. Feeling the eyes of everyone in the room, she slipped between the two naked men and headed for a shower. It was a simple thing, just a plastic surround nailed to wooden boards. The shower hung from a wire. She reached in and turned on the hot water handle.
When searing liquid poured out, she gave a sigh of relief. She was expecting icy water. After adjusting the temperature, she slipped inside and lifted her head to the stream.
To her surprise, she felt someone enter the shower after her. She gasped and turned around. It was Steve and he was only centimeters away from her. His cock, the swollen length, bobbed between them and gently tapped her stomach.
“You don't mind if we get to know each other, do you?”
“No, no.”
He reached out but stopped a centimeter from her glistening skin. “I just want to touch.”
Harumi froze, unsure of what to say or do. She stared into his welcoming smile and then decided to risk it. With a pounding heart, she stepped into his touch. His hands were large but warm.
He was tender as he ran his palms over her shoulders, tracing the water as it coursed along her arms.
She shivered in his touch, enjoying it but also growing quickly overwhelmed by the heat that filled her from the inside. It radiated from her pussy with an ache that felt like the anticipation before a big show.
Trembling, she watched his hands stroke down and then jump the gap to her hips. She jumped at his touch and then moaned softly as he drew the backs of his fingers up along her stomach to her breasts.
“You are beautiful,” he whispered.
She watched as he cupped her breasts, his large hands dwarfing the small, perk mounds. His fingertips looked black against her white skin. He ran his thumbs along her nipples and she shivered at the electric touch that radiated from her sensitive tips.
“Do you mind if I join?” asked Andy from the shower entrance.
Harumi looked up, her body shivering against Steve's warm hands. Beyond Andy, there were three cameras focused on her. The familiar sight of green-tinted lenses and LED brought back a flash of excitement, a thrill of performing in front of others. She nodded and held out her hand, unsure of what to do but willing to pretend she knew enough.
Andy's body was hot as he slipped into the shower. It was cramped in there, but the pressure only added to the intensity of two men sandwiching her between them. Two hard cocks ground into her body, Andy's against her spine and Steve's against her belly.
Steve caught her nipples with his thumbs and drew her closer. She whimpered and stepped up to him, rising on her toes to keep from him hurting her.
“She is a hot little bitch, isn't she?” Andy's voice was a purr as he drew his hands around her, stroking against her belly before delving between her legs.
Harumi tensed as his thick fingers separated her thighs and ran along her slit. The first touch of a man, of anyone, against her most sensitive of places was an electric shock. She cried out and leaned into Steve while thrusting her hips into Andy's hands.
Both men were gentle but insistent. Steve held her breasts and her up on her toes. He brought his mouth to hers, briefly blocking the water before he caught her in a powerful kiss. His tongue flashed out, working against her lips and encouraging her to open.
She did with a moan, the rush burning bright in her veins. His tongue warred with her own, stroking and sliding against her own. He tasted of orange soda pop.
Andy's hands never stopped either. He found her clitoris and rubbed against it, stroking with hard movements that brought her right at the end of pleasure and pain. She didn't know to cry out or moan in pleasure. In the confusion, all that came out where kittenish whimpers that Steve's mouth muffled.
Steve released her nipples. She whimpered again, this time in need, but he trailed his fingers around her arms and then to her back. With delicate slowness, he reached down to cup her taut buttocks. Thick fingers spread her ass cheeks apart and then pulled up.
She gasped as the shower floor fell from underneath her. Steve's cock ground against her stomach, sliding in her water-slicked body. It measured the distance he lifted her, the bulbous head sliding past her navel and along her pubic bone. A moment later, it jumped away from her and she felt it briefly slide in the gap between Andy's fingers.
“No, no,” she whispered. “I've never… I've never done this.” Her hair whipped around as she cried out. She clamped her eyes shut, as if it would stop the inevitable.
“Just,” Steve's voice was tender but throaty, “relax. It will feel good.”
Andy chuckled and stepped forward. His cock thumped against the curve of her ass before it too joined the space beneath her body. He spread her thighs with his hands, the firm grip pushing aside her crumbling resistance.
She didn't know where their cocks were poised, but her pussy was spread open and exposed to them. She knew there were cameras watching every move and the thought of it sent hot waves of pleasure pulsating along her body. She trembled and tried to relax, knowing that she was about to be penetrated for the first time.
Shaking, she opened her eyes and looked into Steve's.
“Are you ready?”
“No…” she whispered.
“I can wait.”
“No, please just do it.”
The two men pushed her down with Andy spreading her legs and Steve lowering her.
She felt the first touch of the hard cock against her sex. It was searing hot but slick. It ran along the folds of her sex, easily sliding between the swollen labia and up against her hole. She clutched to his body, shaking like a leaf and praying that it wouldn't hurt.
The swollen cock pressed up against her, her tiny hole resisting the large intruder. It was too large, too hot, and too hard for her.
She shook her head. “It won't fit, it won't fit.”
Andy chuckled and drew tighter to her. His cock thumped against her thigh and then rested against her ass. Like Steve's cock, it was searing hot and hard as iron. It ran along the cleft of her buttocks.
Harumi shook her head. “No, no, not there.”
“It's okay,” whispered Andy. “It's about to feel really good.”
She whimpered and clenched her eyes tight.
Steve continued to lower her and the pressure of his cock grew. She felt her body resisting with every iota of strength, but the slick cock head burrowed into her, forcing apart her inner entrance and sliding deeper. It was thick and hard, a swollen length that she couldn't push out.
She tried, straining her muscles, but he continued to push deeper into her. His cock head popped inside her lips. The relief of pleasure and the sensation of being filled was too much for her. She threw back her head into the pouring shower and let out a cry of pleasure.
The black man's hips shoved forward and his cock impaled her, thrusting deep into her cunt with a single thrust. It drove deep and stretched her open, forcing unfamiliar sensations to explode along her body.
Harumi's eyes snapped open. The cry locked in her throat as she tried to comprehend the sensation of being stretched open and filled completely. It was too much for her.
And they were recording her virginity being taken away. A thousand people, no a million would be watching the video for the rest of her life. And the thought of their fantasies crashed into her.
Her pussy clamped down on his cock and she let out a wail of pleasure. An orgasm tore through her senses, ripping along her veins and exploding in electric shocks that ran along every centimeter of her skin.
She clutched Steve tightly, her legs wrapping around his waist to bring him deeper. “M-More, please more.”
He gave it to her, thrusting hard and fast into her body. Her tightness eased around his hardness, giving way as he drove from her entrance into the furthest limits of her sex. His cock head rammed against her cervix with a flash of pain and pleasure.
Her face screwed up in discomfort, but she continued to thrust into his pounding hips. He was dominating her cunt, pounding into her and making her his. And she loved every sensation of the deep ridges of his cock scraping against her insides, the feeling of being stretched open, and even the empty sensation as he withdrew.
And then Andy's cock pressed against her ass. It was hard and slick. With every thrust of Steve's cock and the shaking of her body, she felt the blond's shaft ramming against her sphincter.
Harumi choked out a cry, trying to beg him to stop, but Andy planted one hand over her mouth and held tight. He grunted as he ground his dick against her sphincter, pressing hard.
Flashes of pain mixed in with the ecstasy of Steve's cock pounding her pussy. She screamed but Andy's mouth muffled her cries. Her body spasmed, both in orgasm and agony.
Andy's cock penetrated her tight ring. The pain brought sparks flashing across her vision. And then he was thrusting inside her, driving into her rectum with the same brutal speed that Steve drove into her pussy.
Harumi was lost in a world of pain and pleasure. She craved the sensations, but she didn't know what was what anymore. It was just too much and she surrendered to it, sobbing and crying as she was violated and loved at the same time.
Andy came first, a few hard thrusts into her ass before a wet heat filled her. His grip tightened over her mouth, his fingernails digging into her cheek as he grunted with pleasure.
Harumi sobbed into his hand, clutching Steve as the thick cock continued to plunge into her. The pain was too much, the pleasure was even worse. She couldn't do anything besides thrust into his cock until the sensation grew too much for her and she orgasmed with a white-hot intensity.
When she regained her senses, Steve was carrying her out of the shower and helping her to her feet. “It's okay, little girl, it's okay.”
Harumi leaned against him and let out a long shuddering breath. Her asshole screamed in agony, but the afterglow of her first orgasm from a man was just as intense. She could barely stand and simply leaned into Steve's arms and panted.
Teruo clapped his hands. “That was beautiful.”
Peeking through her shower-soaked hair, she saw that all the cameras were filming her. The only Japanese without a camera were Teruo and one of the women. The female was stroking her pussy as she watched, but otherwise doing nothing else.
“Now that you got warmed up,” Teruo said as he walked up, “Do you think you're ready for the show.”
She wanted to shake her head and run away. She wasn't expecting to be anally raped. But, then she looked into Steve's warm smile and the words wouldn't come. Even though the fear filled her to the brim, she nodded before she spoke. “Please no more in my ass. It hurts.”
“Oh, that wasn't on the plan,” Teruo said as Andy chuckled.
Harumi tried to push down the feeling that Teruo was lying.