Always Needing More

CHAPTER ONE-2

Quickly she squatted down over him, his c**k striking upward into her face. With one of her hands grasping the thick, long rod of flesh, June took the towel from him with the other and began to wipe off his hanging testicles. Then she ministered to his throbbing shaft, wiping it, drawing back the delicate foreskin and studying it.

"You've got a big one, Roy," she said finally.

"A big what?" he asked, his hands now running along the nape of her neck, under her hair. Though his prick was still hard, it felt empty, hollow. Roy knew it would hardly be capable of any further real action. What did this broad want, anyway? mean this." She grasped his peter and made stand upright. "Your c**k. Or whatever they call it."

"That's what they call it," he said, smiling. For somebody as experienced in all the delights as this broad, she seemed very naive. She seemed to study it some more, still manipulating its long fleshiness.

"How big is it?" she asked suddenly. "I never thought, you know, when I first saw you on the street that it would be like this." A puzzled frown played between her eyebrows. Roy laughed and raised himself on his elbows, studying her. She was pretty, he thought. Very pretty.

He shrugged at her insistent question, and tugged at her bare shoulder. "I don't know," he said.

"You do, too," she said. She pulled it straight up again, and began to lick along its underside. Roy leaned his head back to feel it all. "How long?" she insisted.

"About eight inches," he said, amused. "Maybe a little more."

"You've got awfully big, nice balls, too," she said. Then she seemed to ponder for a moment. "Are there any guys," she wanted to know, "with a bigger, er, c**k than you've got? "

He lay flat down on his back again with a burst of laughter. She looked at him, puzzled. His c**k had now begun to shrink in her grasp.

"Are there?" she persisted.

"Sure," he admitted. This broad was too much. "I suppose lots of them. Longer and bigger around. I know one guy who's supposed to have one so thick it would choke a horse."

Again she was quiet, still fondling him. "What's his name?" she wanted to know. He didn't answer for a moment. He knew well enough what Al had. He'd watched him in action at least a couple of times. Finally he said, "Al. His name is Al. Why?"

"I just wondered," she said almost dreamily. 'That's all."

"Oh," said Roy. It was his turn to be puzzled now.

This girl was too cute, too nice, too good a lay to begin thinking of sharing her with Al, or anybody else. He felt a twinge of youthful jealousy. He rose to his feet, and put his hands on her shoulders, then kissed the top of her head.

"You know, kiddo, what you are?" he said suddenly. "You're a c**k freak."

In an instant she got to her feet. "A-a what?" she said, and Roy could sense her risen anger.

"A c**k freak," he repeated, but lightly, trying to pass it off as kidding. "But I like you. That's why you're so good a ..." He checked himself.

Her eyes were blazing now, and her cheeks had turned pink with fury. She stamped her feet, but said nothing. He reached out for her, but she dodged away.

"I guess you'd better be going home," she said, ice in her tones. He had begun to dress: first his shirt which he buttoned methodically, looking at her. Then he put on his pants, leaving his softened s*x dangling out till the last second. Then he dressed away and buckled his belt. He liked this broad. He watched her snatch her clothes from a chair, then piece by piece-panties, bra, then blouse and skirt-put them on.

He wanted to reach out for her and press her to him. But he didn't dare. He finally managed a peck on her cheek.

"When will I see you again?" he ventured, knowing she was still angry as hell.

"You have the phone number," she said icily. "Now I have to study, then get to bed." She had opened the door for him.

"Okay," he said; but he wanted to say he was sorry. What the hell. He pecked her once more on the cheek. And then he was gone.

For a few seconds after she closed the door behind him, listening to his footsteps bouncing lightly down the stairway. She could picture his lankiness, the strong muscles of his legs carrying him.

Already she had begun to cool off. Maybe he was right, she thought, maybe I am what he said. But he shouldn't have said it. She decided she'd teach him a lesson, and let him cool off for a bit.

She turned to the phone, and picked it up. She'd better call Connie Rickards, one of her classmates at Riley College. From the beginning of the year, she and Connie had hit it off perfectly. She had first spotted the girl in their Home Ec class, admired her pertness, the sweet look about her, even the smart way she dressed. They had struck up a friendship almost immediately; and now, although Connie lived in town with her family, the two girls were talking seriously about sharing this apartment. June knew it would help cut down her expenses, and her dad would be happy about that. Besides, Connie would be fun, and they could share lots of things. Already she was beginning to look forward to it. And Connie had already alluded to some problems at home, though so far Connie had gone into none of the details. All she'd mentioned was some sort of disappointing love affair, but June suspected other problems.

Now she let Connie's phone ring for a long time. When there was no answer, she gave it up and put the receiver back on its holder. She went to her desk and tried to get at her books. Suddenly she realized she was hungry, and went to the kitchen to make a sandwich. Roy was still on her mind, and the glorious s*x they'd had together-but, she'd still show him.

Then she thought of Connie again. Why hadn't she answered the phone?

"Let me in!" Connie was knocking on the door of her brother's bedroom, standing there in a loose dressing gown. "I want to talk to you."

"Say it through the door!" her brother, Jack, yelled back at her. He was already practically all undressed, and lay sprawled on his bed looking at magazines, propping them against an upraised knee. Jack was nearly three years older than his sister-always big brother Jack-but right now, the last thing he wanted was to have her in his room.

"Why don't you let me in?" Connie demanded.

"You know damn well, Connie! Goddam it!" Jack said, his impatience getting the best of him. "I've got to look for a job tomorrow, and I can't spend the night screwing. You, or anybody else!"

He knew, and Connie knew that their having s*x together had to stop: the future in it was a cul de sac. He went on, saying something he knew was not exactly the truth.

"I have a couple of girlfriends I've got to take care of," he said, "so I can't f**k you all the time!" He flicked his balls around under his loose shorts. He wanted something. But not this. Not after the pleasures he and Connie had had, when all the lights of the house were out and it was quiet. Already it had been enough. And it had to stop.

"Hush, Jack!" Connie said. "Mommy and Dad will hear us!"

"Well, that's your problem," his voice had grown quieter, but he knew how both their minds were working at this moment. But Connie still pleaded with him to open the door, just now .. . just for a few minutes. She wanted the feel of his hard c**k, like that first time. Even if he didn't feel all over her silken body surfaces, and sink that giant rod into her, at least she could . .. Her hands pressed against the door.

"No. I won't even mention s*x," she said. She tightened the belt of her dressing gown.

Jack kept his thoughts to himself, and flicked a few more pages of the magazines he held. s*x would mention itself. Especially if Connie were completely nude under that red dressing gown of hers. He was sure she was, and he could envision it, right through the door.

No, he had decided, he wouldn't be jamming his hard, steaming c**k into his sister's hot little body again. Not ever again.

Last night, and this morning they'd f****d. And all day he had suffered with his feelings of guilt: what if the folks discovered, or even suspected ... what if? He threw his magazine aside, and stared at his side of the latched door. Well ... should he? The magazines, with their nude pictures had already turned him on, his prick on the rise . . . And Connie felt so good, when she...

"It's no use!" he tried to muffle his tones. "I've gotta get some sleep!"

Without bothering to turn off the light, he grasped his hard c**k in his hand, and began to beat off. His back stiffened, and he moved his legs.

Christ! He knew, and Connie knew, that they had a sort of hang-up on each other. But what if he laid her right now, and every time she came knocking at her door? Hang-ups like that were too demanding. Right now .. . Right now, it had to stop!

Let Connie go out and find a few more c***s. Jack turned his face into his pillow, jacking hard at his big prick, his balls jouncing under the beat of his hand ... Connie had t**s! Boy, what nice, tender, smooth, upright little t**s! She had beautiful legs too, and an ass that wouldn't quit. She had an unusually pretty face -up-tilted nose, with freckles on it.

So why hadn't she found a man, someone else, rather than that married guy she'd run around with, and who had finally quit her? It would be so easy for her, but she kept getting in these hang-up situations. Christ! And her sweet cunt ... that sweet little muff that could get so goddam hot! God, how that warm clutching t**t of hers could freak a man's prick!

His hand rubbed fast over the full length of his swollen c**k . .. Twice today already .. . with his sister. He remembered how it was this morning, how it felt . .. Then he . . . oh, Christ ... he groaned. His wads of c*m now shot fully over his chest and belly . . . His hand slowed. He opened his eyes, knowing she was still standing outside, listening.

"It's no use!" he yelled to her. "I'm going to sleep!"

Through the closed door, Connie had heard the sounds, the final little cries, the gasping. Now Jack was turning off the light. She could only guess what had happened, but she felt strangely excited by it. The mysteries of her brother, and other guys, still intrigued her.

After a few minutes, she gave it up. There were no more sounds, and she knew that Jack had meant what he said. She went to her bedroom and flopped on her bed. She always slept in her bare skin. So, once her robe was untied and thrown aside, she was naked.

"Damn him!" she said to herself, knowing that he was right. Oh, well, she didn't care. Sighing, she spread her thighs apart as she nestled back on her bed, into the soft pillows.

She stretched her arms, then let them drop to her sides. In a moment her hands were searching and feeling her soft-haired cunt. She loved the sensations as her fingers played over it, and touched her love-button. She sighed to herself again. "Oh, if he'd only let me in! All I wanted to do was feel him .. . maybe suck that big c**k he has.... Oh, Jack!"