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]


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