ALL I EVER WANTED 10 THE MEGUMI STORIES BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS VOLUME 02: ALL I EVER WANTED BY MEGUMI KATO AND SAMANTHA WEST CHAPTER X Starting a New Life Together It was late when Sammy finished her story and I fell asleep; and late in the morning when I woke up. I slipped quietly out of my bed so as not to wake her, and took a long shower. I felt strangely dissatisfied. Sammy had been right: for all the mild pleasure we could give each other in bed, what I needed was a man. A real man to fuck me ... and then whip me ... yes, that would be lovely just now, a proper whipping to give me orgasm after orgasm. For a moment I thought of screwing on my nipple-clamps to give myself at least some sensation; but then I had a better idea. I went back into my bedroom and opened the curtains. Sammy was beginning to stir. From the big drawer where I kept my whips and other equipment I chose a simple cat-o'-nine-tails with soft leather lashes. "Good morning, Sammy," I said as she sat up. "When you're good and ready, would you like to do me a favour?" She was out of bed in a moment, came over to where I was standing and kissed me. Her naked body looked more delightful than ever bathed in the morning sunshine, her golden pussy sparkling in the light. Gods, I thought: if I don't have a man soon I'll turn into ... "What do you want me to do?" "I'm just going to stand over here by the window," I explained, "and I'd like you to take this cat -" I put it in her hand and closed her fingers round the short handle "- and just give me a few hard strokes round my bottom and thighs." She looked at me with astonishment. "You really want me to hit you with this? But it's terrible! It will hurt you dreadfully!" "Yes, of course it will, darling Sammy," I said impatiently, "that's the idea. We talked about it last night - don't you remember? It feels lovely, and = believe me - it's a really beautiful way to start the day." I turned my back on her and took up my usual position for unrestrained whipping: feet apart to allow the lashes free access to the insides of my thighs, hands behind my neck to push my breasts forward and keep my arms out of the way. I could hear Sammy shaking the cat experimentally, its lashes giving out an erotic rustling sound. At last she plucked up her courage and gave me a light lashing across the buttocks. "Like that?" she asked in a tiny voice. "Yes, that's lovely, Sammy - but harder, harder!" With her little strength Sammy could do no more than tickle me with the cat, but it was delightfully stimulating all the same. I turned gradually to face her, and encouraged her to lash me across the thighs, stomach and breasts. After thirty strokes or so she stopped. "Megumi," she whispered, hardly able to speak, "is it really so nice?" My heart began to beat fast. I had been trying to think of ways of persuading my new friend to share my greatest sexual pleasure, despite her misgivings - and now she was suggesting it herself. "It's wonderful," I said. My heart in my mouth, I asked tentatively, "Would you ... like to try?" She looked at me with her grey-green eyes wide, even more excited than I was. She blushed prettily, unable to speak. At last she nodded. I took the cat from her hand and kissed her, then turned her naked body to face the window. Unbidden, she took up the position I had adopted to receive my whipping. I stood behind her and to one side, the cat dangling from my right hand. "Are you ready?" I asked. She said nothing. I swung the cat hard towards her pretty, golden arse. At once the long, cruel lashes lovingly encircled her hips; then, the energy I had given them expended, fell softly to touch the floor. "Ohhh!" she said, her hands flying to protect her bottom from further pain as she span round to face me, saying nothing, just gazing at me wide-eyed. I too said nothing. I stood absolutely still, waiting to see what she would do. If she wanted to, she could walk away from me and neither of us need ever refer to the incident again. It was entirely her choice. And yet somehow I felt that what she had experienced was not only pain, and shock, but also the stirrings of a new desire - a desire which I believed was already latent in her. After all, she had spent half the night telling me how her whole life had changed when for the first time she felt a man's cock thrust down her throat. Was it time for another new experience to change it again? We gazed at each other for what felt like minutes. Then, very gradually, she began to turn, her back now towards me, her hands no longer shielding her arse from the whip, her bottom leaning slightly towards me as if shyly begging for more stimulation. Even when she had taken up position again, I let her wait for it. Then suddenly, without warning her that I was about to begin, I struck her again. And again, repeatedly - leaving long gaps between each stroke so that the pain and pleasure could sink in, blend and flood through her; and also so that she had time to move away from the whip if she chose. But she didn't: she stood there, whimpering with pain and delight, letting me do it to her. After about fifty strokes I stopped, even though she had said nothing, and dropped the cat to the floor. Gradually she relaxed, lowered her arms, and turned to face me. "Yes," she said, almost soundlessly, "I see." Then she fell forward into my arms and I staggered back to the bed with her. I held her, and petted her, and said how sorry I was to have hurt her so much, and how happy I was that we now had something else to share. Soon she was kissing me passionately and our hands were wandering all over each other's bodies, the memory of the whip's stimulation adding to the pleasure of our love-making. So that was how we fell into the morning routine of our months together in our apartment. We usually slept together if we had no other partners for the night; and on waking we would freshen each other up delightfully with one of my whips. Then we would return to the bed to make wonderful, tender love to each other. Of course we often used a strap-on artificial cock, taking it in turns to play the man's part; but much nicer was the long, double-ended dildo - a thick flexible snake with which we linked our cunts together for hours at a time, the slightest movement by one sending a shiver of delight through the other. After that, we showered together and had breakfast, on the tiny balcony if the weather was fine, in the main room if it wasn't, relishing the freedom to do without clothes. It was my first lesbian love affair. Of course I knew some women were made that way; but for me sex with another girl was just something you did at school when you were experimenting, or at parties to tease the men and give them an appetite. And my feeling for Sammy was more than just sexual desire for her enchanting body: it was love. I longed to show off with my new darling before a proper audience, rather than just to the few who spied on us when we made love on our balcony. But of course Sammy and I were lesbians only when we were alone together. It was fun to pick up male lovers and bring them home with us, and after a night of pleasure in our own rooms spend a joyous morning together, one of us trying out the other's choice while the other couple watched, or joined in, as they liked. Only when we had finished with breakfast, and gossip, and more sex, did Sammy and I get dressed for the day, say good-bye to any overnight lovers, and walk over one of the bridges crossing the main road, taking us to the plaza around Shibuya Station and finally to Marucho’s studios for the day's work - whatever it might be. Then we walked home again, carrying booty from Matsumoto-san's costume department to make ourselves pretty and desirable for our dates, or visits to night-clubs, strip-joints and singles bars, or - occasionally - just for an evening at home together, trying to outdo each other in the sexiness of our outfits. At last I had the close friend I had so hoped for when Mr Otani explained his plans for Sammy as we sat, deliciously nude on either side of him, during the wrap party in San Francisco. That first morning together I asked Sammy to finish her story for me and tell me what happened after she had been the entertainment at the party in the shack. "Oh, well, Marcus went off East to his college, of course," she said, "and then my mother told me to prepare for a big surprise. My father was coming to see us, and there were going to be important changes in our lives. I hadn't seen him since I was a child, and I'd never realised what a handsome, charming man he was." "Mm'mm, yes," I said. "I was a bit inclined to be against him because he had abandoned my mother and me, but he soon won me round." "I can imagine," I said. "Anyway, we had a sort of family conference. My mother explained that she had found someone she wanted to move in with, but he didn't want to take on me as well. My father had been doing very well with his film distribution business, and the idea was that I should go and live with him in Los Angeles. He could afford to send me to a good school by then. So, after a lot of discussion, that's what happened. I said good-bye to my relations in Missouri, and now we just exchange Christmas cards. I've no idea what happened to Marcus. And I see my mother once a year or so." Poor Sammy was near to bursting into tears as she thought about all these separations. "What was the school in Los Angeles like?" I asked, trying to change the subject. "Oh, great fun!" she said, cheered up at once by the memory. "You see, it was a girls' boarding-school but we were allowed back home quite often for week-ends. I soon worked out which of the girls were sexually active: not many in my year, though there was a bit of lesbianism in the dormitory - you know, nothing serious, just experimenting - and some of the girls fancied me. But I only had to look at the girls a couple of years above to know that many of them were experienced little fucks like me. Well, more experienced than me, really, because they must have done many more things than I had done so far." "So were you able to join in, even though you were much younger?" "Yes, in the end. It took a while and I had the sense not to push it, or show off. But one day one of the older girls asked me to join them at a Saturday night party. I think she did it for a dare, and probably thought I'd be shocked at what happened." "What _did_ happen?" "Well, the party was at a big frat house and of course there were lots of young men there. It wasn't long before one or two of the girls started taking off their clothes. At first they just went topless and encouraged the boys to fondle their breasts and slide their fingers up their skirts, and of course I was as keen as anything to do that too. Then I gave them a really sexy show; and when I was completely nude the men found out that I gave good head, and was desperate to suck any man who fancied my mouth. So I became very popular. The other girls were always being told, 'Make sure you bring your little friend Sammy.' So I was out at sex parties nearly every weekend." "How wonderful for you." "My father knew, of course. He said he wanted me to have a good time and enjoy myself, so long as I always told him where I was. And of course there are lots of opportunities to have fun in Los Angeles. The film people got to hear about me, and I was invited to some really wild parties." Sammy wriggled with pleasure at the memory. "I've sucked some of the best-known cocks in Hollywood - or been fucked by them," she said with charming self-importance. "And now you're going to help your father in distributing fuck films," I said. "Not just distribute them," said Sammy firmly. "Act in them. Star in them. With you." It was foolish of me to hope that Sammy and I would be left alone to do what we liked until the studio was ready for the filming of the great torture-chamber scene. After all, I had a full-time two-year contract with Marucho. That was a rare privilege for a relative beginner like me, and I owed it to Mr Otani. It meant I did not have to join the long queues of girls begging agents for occasional nude modelling jobs or a few hours of fucking in the studios or at private parties; but while the studio were paying my salary they had the right to expect me to work for it. It was Friday morning: we had just finished breakfast and were lying nude on my bed, lazily tickling each other's pussies and exchanging masturbation fantasies. As usual, Sammy's had been mostly about men spraying cum into her mouth and over her face. Now it was my turn again. "I'm the only girl in a room full of men," I began. "Naked, of course." "Of course," said Sammy. "Apart from a little corset, that is, bound very _very_ tightly round my waist, and impossibly high heels. Both in shiny black." "Lovely," breathed Sammy, obviously imagining herself in the same costume. "They tie my hands behind my back, and strap me tightly - oh, _so_ tightly! - to a frame which bends me forward so that my mouth is in exactly the right position for their cocks. I am their helpless slave. Then they take me two at a time." "Only two?" "Wait. The man behind whips me. He has a choice of whips, canes and so on but I can't see what he is doing. Only feel it. When the man in front has finished with my mouth, the man behind follows him, and the next man takes over the whipping. There are enough men to last for ever." "Ooh!" "The best is when the man in front is in no hurry and takes ages to come in my mouth, and of course I don't let him come and the next man gets very impatient and whips and whips me harder and harder and _harder_ ... if I'm lucky I fall asleep then and dream about it all night." "Mm'mm ..." I could tell Sammy was trying out the fantasy for herself. "You do love being whipped, don't you Megumi?" "You _know_ I do," I said, wriggling my bottom luxuriously against the bed. "I like it too, of course," Sammy went on, "especially since you taught me how to enjoy it ... but for me sucking a man's cock is the best thing there is. I adore the taste of cum ... and the smell, and the feel of it on my skin ... I could _live_ on it." "Did you like it the first time you tried it?" "Well, yes. I told you about that. With my cousin Marcus when he started my sexual training. I was a bit surprised by the taste ... but I just knew it was for me." "That's your Japanese ancestry.[5] Western girls often say they don't like it. Or so I've heard." "Well, I'm sorry for them," said Sammy firmly. "But that means all the more lovely cocks for me to suck. And all the more delicious cum, of course." I suddenly had an idea. "What about a competition?" I said, sitting up on the bed. "You know, a dozen girls, let's say, kneeling in a row, bound into the tightest possible corsets and strapped helplessly to bondage frames like I said ..." "So we have only our mouths and tongues free to make the men come ..." I noticed the competitors had already become "we". "Blindfold," I went on, imagining the scene, "so no girl can know how well the others are doing ..." "And every time an erection brushes against my lips," said Sammy ecstatically, kneeling beside me on the bed, "I kiss it, and lick it, and pull it into me, and suck it till it gives me a lovely mouthful of cum! All using just my lips and my tongue!" "And after a set time - two hours? three hours? I don't know - the girl who's had the most lovers wins and gets a prize!" "What sort of prize?" asked Sammy. "Oh, whatever she likes most. A really heavenly whipping, perhaps?" I collapsed back onto the bed, overwhelmed by the beauty of my imagining. "I know what would be a lovely prize!" said Sammy. "Turn the whole scene round. A dozen men handcuffed naked to the bondage frames, upright, blindfold, the winner taking them one by one in whatever way she fancies!" "You really do have the sweetest ideas!" I said from below her. "Come here and let's make love." Sammy fell back into my arms. FOOTNOTE [5] In a recent survey - we have surveys on _everything_ in Japan - 83% of Japanese girls said they either "liked" or "liked very much" the taste of their lovers' cum. [Next in Part 11: Chapter XI: Back to Work] For complete series so far see /files/Authors/Bob_Williams