ALL I EVER WANTED 08 THE MEGUMI STORIES BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS VOLUME 02: ALL I EVER WANTED BY MEGUMI KATO AND SAMANTHA WEST CHAPTER VIII Sammy's Story "I started much later than you," said Sammy. "I was fifteen. Fifteen and a half. (Ooh, that's nice. Deeper, please. Mm'mm.) When my mother told Daddy that she was pregnant, and he offered to arrange an abortion and she said 'no', he was very good about it. Most men would have said, 'Well, I offered to do the decent thing and you refused, so good-bye and good luck.' He agreed to pay her maintenance till I grew up. But he kept away from us: it was only about two years ago that I got to know him at all well. By then my mother had married and wasn't really interested in him any more - or me, for that matter. "My mother had relations living in the state of Missouri and when I was about ten we moved there and lived with them. She got some kind of job and of course she had Daddy's regular payments, so I suppose she and I were quite welcome because of the income we brought in. My relations had a sort of farmhouse near the Mississippi River. Do you know anything about the Mississippi, Megumi?" "Of course," I said. "At school we all learnt about the Mississippi. We read _Hackerbally Finn_." I felt Sammy tense, and then sort of choke. "Say that again," she said. "I said," I said, "that at school we all read _Hackerbally Finn_. But in Japanese, of course." Sammy suddenly twisted round in my arms till she was facing me. She started giggling, and then kissed me passionately. "Megumi, I think you're just wonderful," she said. "Well, didn't _you_?" I asked, somewhat hurt by this failure to appreciate my knowledge of American culture. "Yes, of course I did. And it's a lovely book. And," she said, turning back to where she had been before so that we again fitted together like spoons, "if Mark Twain had only thought of calling him Hackerbally, of course he would have done. "Anyway, my mom and I went to live with these cousins near the Mississippi. It was an old-fashioned house about ten miles from the nearest town, and that was a pretty small place. I went to school there, along with my cousin Marcus. He was an only child and I guess if you said he'd been spoilt you wouldn't be far wrong. He was older than me; and to begin with at least took no interest in me beyond resenting having strangers in a house where he'd always done pretty well what he wanted. But it didn't bother me: I just kept out of his way as much as I could. It wasn't a bad place to grow up in: I was left to run as wild as I liked in the woods near the house, whenever I wasn't at school or busy with my share of the housework. "What I'm going to tell you about took place in the summer of three years ago, 1990. I was fifteen then and beginning to grow up: the interesting bits of me were developing nicely." "I wish I'd known you then," I said, kissing her neck and continuing to stroke the interesting bits tenderly. She giggled sexily. "Except of course that I developed more slowly than you," I added. "At fifteen I was just straight up and down. No one looked at me." "Well, the boys looked at _me_, all right," she went on. "But I wasn't interested. I just ignored them and went on running wild in the woods all by myself. I knew about sex, of course: my mother had made sure of that when she noticed I was having my first periods. And at the same time she told me why I didn't have a regular father, and how to make sure I didn't get into the same mess as she had done. "But, as I said, it didn't mean much to me then. You can't live in the countryside without seeing the animals mating, not to mention the dogs at it in the yard, and although it was kind of interesting it didn't make me want to invite any of the boys at school to do that sort of thing to me. "One of my jobs around the house was to take the truck into the town to get any work done to it that was needed and make sure the tank was full. Marcus was supposed to do that but he was always making excuses and forgetting, so it became my job. I was too young to have a licence of course but in the American backwoods nobody bothers much about that sort of thing. My cousins showed me how to drive and I soon picked it up. "There was a girl called Fran who worked at the gas-station: her uncle owned it I think. I guess she was a couple of years older than me: too old for us to be friends at school. But we got to know each other a bit when I started bringing the truck in. She was fatter than me, with big tits and a sort of knowing manner, if you understand what I mean, which I didn't at the time. One day when we were chatting as she helped me fill the tank, a few of the older boys from school happened to pass. "'Hi, Fran, how're you doing?' one said. "'Pretty well.' "'Coming to the bar tonight?' asked another. "'Oh, maybe, maybe not.' "'What are you doing with little Sammy?' a third asked suddenly. 'Teaching her the things a girl needs to know?' "'And what kind of things does Sammy need to know?' she asked with a laugh. "'Oh, all the things that you know and she doesn't - yet!' "'Teach her well, and send her to us when you've done it,' said the second. "'Yeah, we'll test her out!' "They all laughed in a rather nasty way and slouched off. And from then on it became a regular joke at school that I was 'taking lessons' from Fran, and would be ready for some fun when she'd finished with me. Of course I had a pretty good idea what they meant - I wasn't as innocent as I behaved - but I never talked with Fran about sex. Just once, when she was sure no one was listening, she asked: "'You been with a boy yet, Sammy?' "'No,' I said, blushing without knowing why. "'Well, you take my advice,' she said, 'and don't. Not till you feel good and ready. That way you'll enjoy it more when you do. And it won't do them any harm to wait.' "Well, as I said, that summer I was fifteen. My cousin Marcus was eighteen: he had finished school and was to go to a college of some kind in the autumn. He was very pleased with himself, being about to leave home, and his parents were very proud of him. Despite being - I thought - spoilt and pretty insufferable, he'd been a popular guy at school. That summer he kept up with some other local boys, most of whom were also now finished with school. He was always on the phone to them, and they were frequently in and out of the house, so I couldn't help overhearing them talk about meeting in 'the usual place', and sometimes, with a lot of laughing and kidding, about a special regular meeting of their group which always took place on the last Saturday of the month. Since the group was breaking up in the fall the last few meetings were to be especially good ones, they whispered to each other - whatever that meant. "I wouldn't normally have bothered about their activities, but they made such a business of keeping these special meetings a secret from me that I began to be really curious. I knew there was no point in asking Marcus direct, but I kept my ears open without doing anything which could have been attacked as spying. "One evening when I was coming back through the woods, hurrying to be in time for supper, I heard the noise of a truck coming fast down an unmade road. I kept out of the way, but as it passed me I saw it was our truck, with Marcus driving and some of his friends with him. They were singing and shouting and were obviously drunk; and Marcus was not much better, the truck weaving and skidding on the muddy track as he tried to keep it under control. Later that evening, while Marcus and his friends were still making a lot of noise together on our veranda, I looked at the truck where he had left it outside the house. There was a lot of mud on the tyres and underneath. That annoyed me: I would probably have the job of cleaning it off. Because earlier in the day I had filled it up, I knew what its mileage had been. I knew how far it was to the place the truck had passed me. So then I knew that Marcus's secret hide-out was somewhere two miles from that point." "You _are_ clever, Sammy," I said. "Did you find it?" I spoke more to keep myself awake than anything else: this story seemed to be going on for ever. "Yes, of course I did, the next day. It was easy. It was an old shack in the woods which someone had recently put to rights. The boys were obviously using it as a club-house. There was a big room downstairs with a fireplace and some battered old armchairs, also a pile of those thick, padded mats they use in the gymnasium at school for you to fall on. Someone had rigged up a generator which I guessed could run a few lights and a refrigerator. The fridge was full of drinks, mostly beer, still cool from its having been switched on the afternoon before. I explored a bit more. The place must have been used once for stabling animals because there was a sort of upper storey: just a wide shelf overlooking the main room where there were a couple of beds which hadn't been used for ages, and a heap of straw and hay which could be thrown down to the animals below. "So there it was: the boys were preparing for their great meeting here in this shack the last Saturday in August, three days ahead, I knew about it and I was going to watch everything that happened from the upper floor, hiding on one of the old beds where no one would see me so long as I was careful. "Well, I don't have to tell you I was there in good time, with a supply of food and drink in case I needed it. I dug myself into one of the old beds and arranged some hay artistically over myself as camouflage. I had a lovely view of the main room and didn't believe anyone would spot me unless they were on the look-out for spies. And I had been very careful to show no interest in the event, despite all the phone calls and whispered discussions I could have overheard easily if I'd wanted to. "Suddenly I heard someone start the generator. Marcus and his friends began arriving. They - or some of them - had been there earlier and arranged the room so that the armchairs were in a rough circle round a pile of the school gymnasium-type mats I had noticed earlier in one corner. As they came in - five of them so far, including Marcus - they helped themselves to beer from the fridge and lolled in the chairs talking and boasting. The generator also powered a hi-fi system which was playing loud rock music. There was a sharp edge of expectation which even I could detect. "Suddenly there was the sound of a vehicle approaching down the track. To my astonishment, the five boys below me leaped up from their chairs with whoops of joy, and after jumping up and down on the mats took off all their clothes and tossed them into the corners of the room. I had no idea what was going to happen next, but I was fascinated. "Megumi, I had hardly seen boys naked before, and certainly not ready for sex like these five were. The erect cocks between their legs seemed enormous. I knew in theory what cocks like that were supposed to mean to me, but I had never thought that getting them inside me would be such a major undertaking. I slid a hand down to my waist, undid my shorts and began to feel the little hole those huge pieces of meat were supposed to fit into. It just didn't seem possible. But after a while I found that my little hole was starting to get wet, as a juice I had never noticed before began to trickle out of it. For a moment I felt ashamed and thought I had somehow wet myself childishly in my excitement, but I soon realised this was something thrillingly new and different. "At last the car drew up outside the shack and the engine stopped. I heard doors slam, then voices. Another boy entered to join the five already there. He tossed off his clothes, then stood naked on the mats in the centre, his erect cock like a huge banana between his legs. "'All right, gang!' he shouted, 'she's here, she's hot, she's wet and she's ready!' "'You've been trying her out, have you?' someone shouted. There were groans and jeers. "'No, I haven't, I swear! She told me herself!' More jeers from his friends. 'And I'll tell you another thing she told me,' he went on. 'No holds barred tonight. She wants to do _everything_. She's really hot and eager. Whatever you want to do, don't ask, just do it. She'll love it. She told me.' "The jeers turned to applause and shouts of enthusiasm as he took the remaining chair, the one with its back to the fireplace. After a few moments the door opened and a figure entered, covered from head to foot in a black shawl. She - as I assumed it must be - walked slowly into the middle of the circle and, standing in the centre of the pile of mats, suddenly dropped her covering. It was Fran from the gas-station, completely nude, there in the middle of that group of six hungry, aroused, equally naked boys. For a few moments everyone froze, including me, as we watchers took in her nudity. For the first time I discovered that even an average-looking girl can be astonishingly beautiful when she has the courage to go completely naked. "But the one thing I shall never forget from that moment is the expression on her face when she looked around her and saw those six enormous, insatiable cocks: a look of wonder, gratitude and also a touch of pride as she took in what was going to happen to her just as soon as the opening frozen tableau broke up. The most interesting element was the pride: later I realised that she knew something they did not, that even if it looked as if they were about to dominate her with their greater strength and numbers, it was in fact _she_ who controlled them, willing them to want her, and making them do what they were about to do, through the power conferred on her by her beautiful, shameless nudity." "She realised that, did she?" I interrupted. "Clever girl. It didn't occur to me till I started working as a stripper and nude dancer in proper clubs." Sammy wriggled round to face me again. "Did you do that, Megumi? In real strip-clubs? I never knew. That must be wonderful. I wish I could see you take your clothes off in public. I've only ever done it at private parties. Oh, I _do_ love being nude! Isn't it a fantastic moment, when you're standing there showing yourself off, just smiling a little and longing to find out which of them will be the first to take you, and they're all still awestruck by your nudity?" "Oh, yes!" I said. "Lovely. It only lasts a few moments but it feels like for ever. And then the spell breaks, and ... and, _oh_ ...!" "Oh, darling Megumi, isn't sex marvellous?" said Sammy. "Especially with lots and lots of people watching you, and wanting you," I added. "That's the best of all." "Oh, _yes_!" said Sammy quietly. We clung together for a while, remembering, and agreeing. "When you worked in strip-clubs, did you always get _completely_ nude?" "Of course!" I said proudly. "And did men fuck you while the others watched?" "Yes, sometimes several times a show." "Oh, how _lovely_! Will you take me to a strip-club one night so I can be nude in public too? And be fucked by the audience? I do so want to have that!" "Maybe. One day. But first tell me what happened when the spell broke for your friend Fran." "Well," she said, coming back with difficulty to her story, "she stood there naked and stroked herself slowly, and then raised her arms and folded her hands behind her head. She turned round on the pile of mats so they could all get a good look at her. She had a beautiful expression on her face like you see in the pictures in church, and I suddenly realised they were waiting for her to choose." "And did she?" "She knelt down in front of one of the boys - the one who'd brought her in his truck - and slowly took his big erection into her hands and stroked it. Then she slid it deep into her mouth and began sucking it. I'd never seen any of the animals do _that_, but it seemed a lovely thing to do. Then another wonderful thing happened: my cousin Marcus, who was lying opposite the boy being sucked, got out of his chair and knelt behind her, pushing her legs apart to make room. He put his finger in his mouth, and when it was good and wet began to probe her cunt. "I could see she loved it. Her mouth was so full of the other boy's cock that she couldn't do more than grunt a bit, but the way she pushed her arse back onto his hand showed clearly how much she wanted it. By now I had a finger inside my own little cunt and could feel what she was feeling, the unbelievable excitement as the juices began to gather and drip down my legs. Her legs, I mean. Suddenly Marcus pulled his hand away, got up on his knees and seized her upper thighs. His huge cock was pointing straight at her cunt and suddenly he thrust it deep into her. The two of them began to rock to and fro, while the boy whose cock was being sucked started to groan and toss from side to side. "Of course I know what they were doing, and how lovely it must have been for them, and so do you, but can you imagine what it was like for me seeing people do it the first time?" "Oh yes," I said, "Lucky girl. And lucky you." "It didn't take long, of course. They were all three as hot as anything, and her body shuddered as the boys rammed into her. Then they pulled out, and I could just see her smile and the muscles of her throat moving as she swallowed the first boy's cum. I'd never tasted it, of course, but I could tell that she loved it - the way I do now! Soon she was licking her lips, and wiping between her legs with a cloth. Then she took the next boy in her mouth, and another quickly took her pussy from behind. He didn't need to touch her up first, of course - she was soaking wet with a mixture of her own juice and Marcus's cum. "And when those two had come, the third pair had her. I wondered what would happen then. But I was too inexperienced to know how insatiable and ready eighteen-year-old boys can be, especially when they've been waiting for weeks, building up for an orgy. Marcus and his partner were erect again already, and the cycle started over, this time with Marcus spurting into Fran's mouth and the other boy enjoying her cunt from behind. "Only when Fran had been taken both ways by all six boys was there a bit of a pause. The boys jumped up from the floor and their chairs with excited shouts and helped themselves to beers from the fridge. Fran just sat naked on the pile of mats with a distant look on her face as if she were really somewhere else. One of them brought her a Coke. "By this time I was as sexually aroused as it is possible for a girl to be. I hadn't really known what to expect when I took up my position spying on Marcus and his friends: sex had been something I'd heard about and seen the animals doing, but I had never known that it could be so important to me. Now I knew better! I was already as naked as she was. I had pulled off my shorts and t-shirt as I watched, and as Fran took each pair of boys in turn I had begun to masturbate furiously. That was new to me too: I had tickled myself in bed sometimes of course, but now I was thrusting my fingers into my cunt, tearing through my virginity regardless of pain, groaning and writhing and hardly caring whether anyone saw or heard me, mad to feel something of what _she_ was experiencing with those huge virile sticks of meat inside her. "Even during the brief interval down below, I was still stimulating myself wildly, watching wide-eyed to see what would happen next. Fran pretended to ignore the excited boys, looking around the big room with apparent unconcern as she drank her Coke. It was then that I realised she had spotted me, and knew who I was. She lifted her head as the can emptied down her throat, and suddenly our eyes met. I was frightened and thrilled at the same time. She held my look for a few moments, and smiled slowly. But she didn't give me away. She put down the empty can, rolled luxuriously over the pile of mats, and said, 'Jeez, you guys sure keep a girl waiting. If you don't screw me some more real soon, I swear I'll walk right out of here back to the town, and find me some boys who know what a girl needs.' "There was a shout of laughter. 'You going to walk to the town naked, Fran?' someone asked. "'Sure will. That way I'll be sure of finding some real men real soon.' "By now they had all gathered round her, their six huge cocks fully erect again as she pretended to despise them. "'You know what happens next, Fran!' someone shouted excitedly. 'You get to choose three.' "She yawned indolently again. I can see now that she was winding them up, getting them all the more frustrated and excited so that when she finally let them enter her the climax would even more thrilling. "'I get to choose, do I?' she said, sitting upright on the mats, the six cocks now bobbing close to her face. 'Well, then, you, you and you can have me first. And if the rest of you can still get it up when they're through with me, then it'll be your turn.' "The three cocks she had chosen, pretending she didn't care, pressed forward and she began to stroke and suck them in turn, coating the huge erections with her saliva. Then suddenly she twisted round and presented her arse to them as she supported herself on knees and elbows. The first boy quickly knelt behind her and began to mount her. I couldn't quite see what was happening at first, but then to my astonishment I realised he was pushing his enormous cock into her arse-hole. I had never even heard of such a thing being done. Was it _possible_? Didn't it hurt? Yes, of course my occasional explorations in bed had included gentle fingering of my own little arse-hole; but the idea of getting pleasure from pushing something so huge, so deep into such a tiny hole - that had never occurred to me." As she said that, I couldn't resist probing her tight, shy anus very, very delicately with my own slim finger. "Oh, darling Sammy, and you _still_ don't know what heaven it is for a girl, do you?" I said. Her arse wriggled gently away from my finger. "I'm sure it _must_ be wonderful," she said, "because you enjoy it so much. But then you do seem to like things I can't imagine enjoying, darling, like those dreadful whips." I felt her shudder delicately, her smooth skin under my hands quivering with what I was now certain was a suppressed desire for the thrilling touch of the whip - a longing she had never allowed herself to admit. So one day I would have the delight of introducing my darling to my greatest pleasure and teaching her to share it with me! But I must force myself to wait for the right moment. On the other hand I was sure that she was _almost_ ready to be taught the joys of arse-fucking. She had as good as admitted that she longed for it: it was just a matter of finding the right man to do it. (Gods, he would be in luck, whoever he turned out to be!) So, I thought, we had better return to that subject, and leave the question of whips and my love for them till another occasion. "So you watched the first man enter her arse. Then what happened?" "Well, he sort of rode her with his legs well forward and leaning over her, and the next man knelt behind him and pushed his cock into her cunt." "Well, I guess you thought that was natural enough?" "Yes, well, I was still a virgin, of course, but I'd seen the farm-animals at it, as I told you, and they took each other from behind, so, yes, it did seem natural. And terribly exciting, of course. I tell you, Megumi, watching what was going on down there and imagining it being done to me, I was masturbating so furiously it's a miracle none of them saw or heard me. I had most of one hand in and out of my cunt before long. I think I took my own virginity that evening: I can remember a feeling of something tearing, and some pain, but I was so wild with desire I just kept right on stimulating myself madly, I couldn't stop ... oh, it was so wonderful that first time ... the juice pouring out of my cunt ... ohhh ..." "Like this?" I murmured. Of course I had several fingers slithering in and out of my darling's golden pussy by then, trying to recreate for her the wild journey of sensual exploration she had experienced three years ago. "Oh, yes, like that ... Oh, Megumi, I love you, you're wonderful ... ohhh ..." She was completely out of control now, as she lay in my tight embrace, her arse pressing against my pussy, one of my hands grappling furiously with her cunt and crotch while the other stroked and tweaked her firm, pointed breasts. Her body was rigid against me, then relaxed, then spasmed again as she plunged recklessly into an enviable series of orgasms. At last she began to come down from the heights of glory, and as I relaxed my hold on her suddenly twisted round in my arms. She kissed me passionately, her tongue deep in my mouth, pushing me irresistibly onto my back. Now _she_ was pleasuring _me_, as we lay in the big bed a perfectly matched pair, crotch against crotch, breasts against breasts - legs, arms and gold-and-black pubic hair hopelessly entangled. It was my turn to surrender to her as her hips ground furiously against mine and her hands reached down my back to caress my bottom and cunt, one finger even daring to tickle the entrance to my arsehole - too inexperienced to realise how I would have adored to feel it deep inside me. "Oh, Sammy, my darling, how I love you!" I cried as I too was willingly driven past the point of no return and into an orgasm of such beauty it makes me wet even trying to describe it here. Once we had both returned from Heaven, Sammy said: "Are you sure it's all right for us to do this sort of thing?" "What do you mean?" I asked sleepily. "I mean, all this lesbian stuff. You know, I've done it with girls sometimes, mostly at parties to excite the men and make them want me, but I've never done it the way you and I are doing it. It seems wrong somehow." "Are you enjoying it?" I asked rather severely. "Of _course_ I am! Can't you tell?" "So how can it be wrong?" "Well," my poor darling said, trying hard to think out how she felt about her new experiences, "I love you terribly, Megumi, and you're my best friend, and I adore what you do to me and the things we do to each other, but I don't want to give up being fucked by men. After all, that's the _very_ best thing there is, isn't it? I don't want to turn into a lesbian. You know, like those crazy women who try to follow you into the changing-room in shops." I thought you didn't have to be _that_ crazy to want to catch Sammy undressing, but I said: "Listen, Sammy, I've got an idea. In a day or two we've all got the final scene of the movie to do. You know, in the torture-chamber." "Uh-huh. It's your scene, but I'm in it too, aren't I?" "You certainly are. You're one of the four housemaids, and you're supposed to stick up for me. Remember?" "Sure." "Well, the studio haven't asked me yet to do anything else after that. And _I_ think that's because they want to leave me plenty of time to recover before I go on camera again. And you know what that means?" "That the Director is planning on us all giving you a really hard time in the whipping scene?" "That's right." "Oh, poor, darling Megumi," she said, tightening her arms round me, "it's terrible to think of you suffering so much!" "Don't be silly, sweetheart, it's wonderfully exciting to look forward to, not quite knowing what to expect." Privately I was dreaming of that marvellously thrilling cat-o'-nine-tails from Mr Anson's study, with the delicate little metal points buried in the lashes. But I didn't think Sammy was ready yet to understand how I yearned for its loving, prickling bite on my body. "But what I wanted to say," I continued, "was this. As soon as I've recovered from whatever they do to me in that scene, why don't you and I go out for a really sexy evening? And make sure we both get thoroughly screwed so we remember what men are for?" "Oh, Megumi, that's a _lovely_ idea!" she replied. "Right. It's a date. I'll show you some of my favourite places in Tokyo for getting yourself picked up. And if you're very good, one day I'll take you to the strip-club where I appeared nude in public my very first time. They still have Amateur Nights. Of course I was supposed to give up stripping when I joined Marucho, but I've been back privately a few times since ... pretending, you know, to be just an ordinary girl who can't stop herself ..." "Ooh, can I have a go too?" "Of course. You'll _have_ to. They won't let us leave till we've both stripped for them - completely, of course - and they'll go wild over you. They'll fight over who gets to be the first to fuck you." "Oh, does that happen too?" asked Sammy. I could feel her heart pounding with excitement. She already knew that it happened, of course, but wanted to hear me tell her again. "Does it _happen_?!" I exclaimed. "There've been evenings at that place when I've wondered if they'll _ever_ have enough of me." "Tell me Megumi," Sammy asked shyly, "do they come up on stage to fuck you, or do you - you know, go down into the audience just as you are ... nude I mean -" I felt her body quiver with excitement as she imagined it "- and let them take you as they like?" "They're supposed to come up on stage so everyone can enjoy watching," I explained. "But I _have_ done it the other way and it's incredibly exciting - and lovely to dream about, of course." We lay quiet for a while: I remembering, she, I suppose, still imagining. "Oh, how _lovely_ ..." she murmured at last, dragging herself out of her fantasy. "Yes, it's lovely. You'll see. But now I want to hear the rest of your story, and then I want to go to sleep." "Oh, yes - where was I?" "You were in the loft masturbating as hard as you could, and your friend Fran had one cock up her arse and one in her cunt, with four others standing by." "Ooh, Megumi, what a wonderful memory you have!" "I'm already seeing the possibilities of a movie. Starring you, of course." She giggled sexily. "But there has to be a part for you, darling," she objected, "and there weren't any gorgeous Japanese sex-pots in Missouri in those days." "How on earth did they manage? Never mind, the script-writers will think of something. Now, come on, I'm interested." [Next in Part 09: Chapter IX: Sammy's Story Completed] For complete series so far see /files/Authors/Bob_Williams