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My Pizza Slut, Part 2

Date: 11/9/2015, Categories: Cheating, Author: shootersr9, Rating: 18, Source: LushStories

Amanda on the line. Both times Whitney either went to get her clothes from the dryer or to the bathroom, but never seemed phased that I was talking to them while with her. I was thinking that our affair may be one of those friends with benefits that I'd heard people dream of, and if that was the case I was fine with it for as long as it lasted. Later that evening after we'd eaten, I built a fire and we cuddled on the floor of the den, still without a stitch of clothing on. My fingers were tracing lines all over her body as she told me of her dreams and hopes and she listened intently as I shared my advice and experiences. But my throat went dry when she looked intently into my eyes for a much longer time than I thought necessary, as if she could see straight into my soul. Her small right hand squeezed my limp noodle, awaking it as I hardened in response to her touch. I leaned over her and we kissed for a while until we were both more than ready to make love. "Jon," she said, "I'll have to leave in just over two hours and..." she trailed off. "Shhh...” I shushed her. "We don't need to talk about that right now." "No, I mean - That's not... Let me say this while I have the nerve," she said. "I want you ... to make love to me..." At this point she held a finger against my lips to keep me from saying anything; I guess I wasn't sensing what she wanted to say because she spoke in that timid voice of hers: "...back here," taking my fingers in her hand and pushing it against her ... wrinkled flower. "I've felt your fingers in my ass and now I want to feel this," she told me as her other hand squeezed the hardness between my legs. "I want you to be the first to fuck me in my ass." "Are you positive you're ready for that, Whitney?" "I'm more ready now than ever and I really want to know how it feels. I know you'll take your time and stop if I ask you to. If I'm with a guy my age...well, I'm not so sure." I went into my bedroom, retrieving some lube that my wife and I kept in the bedside table, as well as a medium sized vibrator. Returning to the room I found Whitney laid out parallel to the crackling fire, a pair of large pillows beneath her head as she smiled at me. I sat beside her and we kissed for a while as I kneaded her lovely ass cheeks, eventually fingering her leaking twat. With my fingertips well coated, I'd run them along her perineum, circling her tiny star and back again in a form of massage before I started to finger her asshole out right. Whitney seemed relaxed on the outside but of course I knew she may be tense inside, as I planted light kisses from her butt up to her shoulders, touching her with my free hand to let her know I cared about her and would be gentle. After a while she seemed so comfortable she may be falling asleep, except if I stopped even for a second, her eyes would open up again. She jumped slightly when I got behind her and spreading her cheeks with my hands to give me access, began to lick her tightest of holes. "Oh my God, ...