Always Needing More

CHAPTER ONE Darkness had already fallen on the late autumn afternoon, and she could see that the full moon had begun to rise. She listened briefly to the ticking of the alarm clock on her night-stand, then reached up to turn on the lamp. She turned back to survey the strong naked form of the boy beside her. She ran the flat of her palms over his chest, then down along his belly to the sensitive zone between his navel and his curly thatch of pubic hair. Her eyes rested hungrily further down, at the full-fleshed c**k which softly rested athwart his narrow hip. She brushed her hand against it, pressing against its smooth warmth. Briefly, Roy's eyes fluttered open, then closed again. He moved comfortably and licked his lips. June, could hardly remember when she had felt so contented, her box still hot and full of Roy's thick charge of man-stuff. She could feel the way it had all spurted into her. She moved her legs, softly chafing them together, realizing how short a time she and Roy had known each other. The quick memory of their chance meeting on the main drag of the small upstate college town flashed across her mind; how they had spotted each other in the shopping crowds, had exchanged a few long, probing glances. She had liked the looks of him, his lanky height, the way his pants fitted snugly behind, the neat telling mound of promising s*x at his crotch. She had missed none of it, and she had slowed her pace and lingered at a few shop windows. Cruising, she thought, that's what they called it. And in no time, she knew he was following her. She also knew he was a "townee," as the campusites called the natives. But it didn't matter .. . not this time. As he had finally come to approach her, she had taken in the smooth, squared chin, the longish sandy-blond hair. A doll, she thought . . . and suddenly he was speaking to her, their first words. He had suggested coffee, and she had readily accepted. But that would be all, she had decided-for now. No sense in rushing things. Nineteen. He had told her his age; a year out of the local high school-just about the same as herself. More talk, more coffee and she had given him her phone number. That was three days ago. And then, this afternoon, had come his call. And here they were ... Now here he was ... and, boy, what a f**k! How this kid could feed it to a girl! And really give it! Her cunt still burned with those hot sensations; naturally she wanted more. More. She let her hand fold gently about the still half-swollen c**k, feeling of it, studying the movements of her hand around it. She let it fall back, and down, with a soft slapping sound. She lowered her hand, resting it against his upper thigh as she began to fondle his balls in their soft, hanging sac. Roy awoke. She knew he was awake. He rested his forearm against the softness of her naked thigh, then began to rub it up and down. Otherwise he remained motionless. But then, suddenly, his c**k was again on the rise, lengthening rapidly-filling with its quick flow of blood-stiffening to full rock-hardness. She grasped it firmly about its base, waving it before her gaze, like a thick wand of flesh. Slowly she massaged it with slow, firm strokes of her hand; then, with her hand at its base, she pulled strongly downward, letting the foreskin peel down fully from the swollen tip-end of the hard shaft. The head of Roy's c**k glinted softly in the lamplight; June studied the soft ridge of skin, folded below the rounded lip of the moist cockhead. "It's beautiful," she whispered. "It's beautiful and perfect. I need it. . . again ... in me!" Roy stirred as he felt one of her large t**s pressing against the skin of his belly. Suddenly he felt her lips closing over the head of his p***s, then firming, and sliding half-way down the swollen shaft. He reached for her hairy muff, kissing warmly along the inside of her thighs. "Eat me first," she said, slipping his long c**k from her mouth. "I want you to eat me first. It turns me on more." She struggled to her hands and knees on the blanket. "In a minute I'll turn back around so you can get into me-you know, dog-style!" The nude boy looked into her cunt in the lamplight. It was open so wide he could almost see into its pink-folded depths. It was wet, and the raw-looking lips seemed to be twitching. I sure don't know how I can turn you on any more than you already are, he thought; and he caught the aroma of her gaping cunt. With this, he jammed his face into it. He stuck out his tongue, hardening it, and began to lick. Then he probed it ... then jabbed his tongue deep inside and began to suck her. She shrieked as if in pain, while her creamy buttocks and the muscles of her inner thighs quivered and spasmed. Again she grasped the hardness of his stiff pole, and wobbled it back and forth. She sank her eager lips over it, and while he thrust upward into her throat, he kept licking her fat juicy cuntal lips. Again he thrust his tongue into her hairy slit. She was babbling in ecstasy. As he licked the soft pink walls of her hungry slot, she began to breathe heavily, and slowly she began to turn around over his sprawled body. Then, on her hands and knees, she moved to the other side of the bed. Her body began to sweat. "I-I'm ready now," she said, and with one final move she grasped at his dangling balls and the hard base of his jutting c**k. "Get up behind me ... get up there! Grab me around the shoulders ... or anywhere there ... and get it in! Get that thing deep inside ... then f**k me-ee!" Quickly he was up, and mounting her like a bull on a cow in season. His big hard-on swung up from between his thighs, bobbing strongly. She grabbed hold of it behind her, guiding it toward her wide-open slit. In the next instant, his cockhead had entered her love-hole from behind, and his long stiff rod glided swiftly into her hot, slippery cunt ... almost as if it had known its way. She tightened her inner muscles firmly around his big, hard shaft, and began to ride her, slowly at first ... in then out ... his big shaft pumping heavily, his balls banging against the softness of her ass. She pushed her hips back to meet each of his deep forward thrusts, feeling his shaft pummeling her insides, the wide cockhead clutched by the upper rings of her v****a. He jabbed deeper each time, the muscles of his ass firming, then relaxing, as he jabbed deep and withdrew. They were both going wild: for June, it was the feel of his long c**k gliding into her p***y, his hairy balls slapping against her: for Roy, it was the way she worked her cunt-muscles in a frantic effort to milk his darting rod. "Ohh-hh, kiddo!" he exclaimed. "You really do it! This is really it! Oh, yess-sss!" He kept driving into her, his hands around her hips, squeezing the softness of her lower belly. One sudden thrust of his hips was so heavy he nearly flattened her. He withdrew completely, then quickly stuffed his prick back into her. She began to gasp as he rutted her, his hips flinging back and forth like a male dog in heat over a b***h. But now he covered her full, round boobs with his hands. He felt for the hard n*****s, twirling his fingers around them. Then he began to pull and push, squeezing her breasts wildly, milking them. He nibbled the soft, velvety nape of her neck. "Roy . . . oh, Roy," she babbled. "Don't ever quit. Don't ever quit f*****g me!" Once more, one of his thrusts ground her down into the pillows, and against the thick wool of the blankets. Chills ran up and down her spine. He kept riding into her, his hands clasped about her firm, young boobs, feeling their smooth warmth. He kept eating at the back of her neck . . . eating, kissing, nibbling. "Oh-hh. I like to f**k," she moaned. "Just like this. With you! This is the great. . . essst." They suddenly made it together. In one full, blissful moment, he blew his nuts with the wildest orgasm he had ever had. One surging shot of creamy c*m streamed from his loins into her stretched v****a, flooding deep into her womb. On his third wild spurt of jism, his ass firmed hard as he pressed into her, she came in hot waves of ecstatic orgasm. After she was finished, her cunt muscles kept up a steady caressing of his c**k, keeping it hard and throbbing. The enormous spurts of his c*m which had pumped into her, began to bubble back out of her cunt, her own flow mingling with his. AH of it bathed around his long prick, dripping down along his thighs, then onto the blankets. In a daze, she felt his hard, wet c**k pull out of her with a soft, sucking sound. She still wanted him, still wanted the feel of his comforting warmth and youthful strength. Roy had slowly backed out of her, and fallen away, on his back. His fingers felt around the wetness of his balls which had begun to hurt. "How'm I gonna give you all the f*****g you want," he said, "when I feel this tired." Slowly he lit a cigarette, and blew the smoke up toward the ceiling. He had never felt so contented, yet so exhausted. She settled down beside him, reached for the cigarette, and took a long drag of it. "Honey," she said, "don't worry about it. I thought you might be angry, but you have to go. I've got early classes tomorrow, and I need some sleep. So, don't worry. You don't mind, then?" They lay back together, and Roy slipped his arm under her shoulders. He lifted his face to hers, and kissed her. "Grab that white towel there," she said, suddenly sounding so matter of fact that it stunned him. "I like to have my snatch dried ... and you can do it for me. You dry my p***y, and I'll dry your balls . .. and that hard thing of yours ..." "Okay. Hand me the towel." What the hell, he thought, if she liked it, why not? She had grabbed the towel and handed it to him. "Do me first," she commanded. She got to her feet by the bed, her cute, petite body turning in Roy's direction. She pressed forward to the waiting towel. Roy moved toward her, and as she spread her legs, he wiped away the flowing mixtures of their cream from her inner thighs, and then daubed and wiped the glistening wet hairs of her cunt until they were dry. Carefully he pushed the towel between her legs wiping the remaining signs of their passion from her crotch to her ass. She turned around to give him freer access, and he began to kiss the creamy pink curves of her buttocks, licking at the tip-end of her spine. She threw back her head, moaning as she savored the sensations. Then she turned around again, pressing herself against him. He looked for several moments at her juicy cunt, his tongue-tip moving out from between his lips. Fluid still oozed from the cuntal lips, and he began to lick it away. He kissed her, on sudden impulse, sucking on the dampened curly hairs, jammed his tongue inside, reaming the soft pink folds of her t**t; he took the towel and began to dry away the wet, sticky fluids. Then he swung himself up and around, sitting on the edge of the bed, facing her more fully. He spread his legs, letting his long c**k swing free and upward from between them. It was already getting harder, and in the next moments it was jutting straight up, its head pointing into his navel. Silently, he leaned forward again, and placed his hands around the softness of her rump. He concentrated his gaze at her hairy box. That wasn't all my ball-juice, he thought, but, Christ, she had creamed more than any girl I've ever humped. Look at it, look at her! He pressed his mouth forward again, frantically licking and sucking. Much of what he tasted must have been some of his own c*m, but he didn't care. Then he stopped, and again wiped her dry. Then he lay back, his fully hard prick rising and falling over his lower belly.