EXTRACT FOR
Becky's Hunger
(Blair Erotica)

Then they lay side by side on the bed for a time with Frank running his hands over her body; Becky could see the thinking in the setup of the bedroom. The light from the skylight illuminated Frank's body, letting her take his nakedness in lazily. She still held his limp cock in her hand and she held it up to the light.



"How about a snack?" he said.



She nodded, but instead of getting up, he rolled over on her, pushing her feet up to bend her knees. He put his face into her cunt and she felt the broad brush of his hot tongue. His hands clutched at her ass, that ass that their attention focused on, gripping her firmly as he devoured her, sucking and licking and nipping until she clamped her knees tightly against his ears, used her hands to press his face into her cunt and shrieked joyously as she came.



After a time, he sat up and handed her a soft pale green robe from a chair near the bed and then put one on himself.



"Now that we've eaten, let's get some food," he said.



The robe was made of light cotton and as they walked into the sitting room and then the kitchen, a gentle breeze came up under the robe, caressing her and making her feel naked and sexy.



Frank made coffee and got out some fruit. They sat at the table in the lovely morning light eating. When they finished the fruit and sat sipping the coffee, he reached over to slip the robe off of her shoulders. She let it slide down her arms, feeling the air on her nipples, feeling his eyes on them as they grew erect.



She reached under the table and found his cock already jutting out of his robe. "That's right," he said. "I'm thinking about your anus now. I intended for us to play some other games, and make deflowering you ass the grand finale. The problem is that I can look at your lovely breasts, or into your eyes, I can think about how lovely it is to bury my cock in your warm and wet pussy, but my mind keeps picturing that tight virgin ring, anticipating how it will be caressing my cock as I bury it in your ass."



Memories of his fingers there stirred her. "Yes," was all she said.



"You want it? Are you ready for me to fuck your ass?"



"Yes," she said not really trusting herself to speak. She both wanted it, and now that the moment had arrived, feared it ??" the pain of it, the uncertainty of what it would be like.



His face grew hard. "I don't want any doubt. I want you to beg for it."



"Frank, please fuck my ass." She reached under the table and stroked his cock, feeling his arousal. In her own excitement, his shaft seemed to have grown huge, much bigger than the fingers he had stuffed in her ass. Her stomach tightened, and she trembled. "Please fuck my virgin ass with your hard cock."