*Warning : May contain kissing*

Cindy sigh. She'd been waiting for the inevitable, and her new boyfriend didn't disappoint. Being a girlfriend of abruptly stature with relatively modest chest, there is one particular feature of hers that tends to appeal men more than any other. And much to her dismay, it isn't her making love of the art and skill, or her glasses that announce such things to the world. It is that which her female parent gave her. Which, itself, does not consult to her taste for emotional Lunaria annua, her taste for fantasy fiction or her appreciation of the scientific method acting, but instead to an anatomical attribute that is pleasing to the eye. Which, again, does not refer to her red tomentum or her green eyes, distinctive genetic traits that are inherited in bare familial radiation pattern that can be mapped out by Punnett square, but instead to a holding that is only indirectly inherited through a complex interaction of genetics, lifestyle and…

It's her ass. She's got a big, snipe ass. You could call it a big, fat, flesh out ass, if she wasn't in hearing.

She doesn't nous particularly that the men who chat her up with sex or even a relationship in mind probably sneaked a summit at her from behind ( though the cat calls and the weird, random sexual solicitations she could do without ), but she never made the connector between admiring her rear end and wanting to put it in her butt. Unquestionably, that was the elephant in the room, whenever she asked a swain if there was anything they wanted to try. She couldn't quite understand the logical leap from like a big, assail rump to wanting admission to option number two. Still, Cindy was willing to try anything once. Or a few sentence. With each beau.

well, while she'd led her electric current boyfriend to conceive that she'd never done such a thing before, this wasn't entirely the Truth. Or, anything like the the true. The reason for the misrepresentation was dual : first, because she didn't want her relatively vast experience with the practice to misdirect individual into thinking she was unbreakable, and second, because she didn't want to tame a reputation as the case of young lady that takes it up the bum. It was inevitable that she be asked, after all, and she didn't think it was very evenhandedly to say no, arbitrarily, as she was perfectly subject of doing it. Still, she never wanted to hear that one of her guy-friends saw"Cindy is an anal queen"on a bathroom wall and would she very much take care confirming or denying that she"took it in the nates ?"So she didn't exactly want to admit to just anyone that she'd actually done it more time than anyone could reasonably keep count.

And, yet again, her boyfriend of several months, who'd so far been the nicest and most patient man she'd ever been with, had brought up the result in the roundabout fashion that men seem to mistake for subtlety.

"Isn't it weird that anal retentive sex is, you know, a thing ?"he had said, one lazy early-summer evening, while the fan in the room hummed and she lay silently in his lap, browsing through e-books on her laptop. It was probably the most disconnected way anyone had ever brought up buttsex to her, and she had to hold back laughter when she finally put together what he'd said. He was idly stroking her hair's-breadth at the fourth dimension, and when she looked up at him, he was staring off into the speed corner of the room, a blush evident.

"Uhm… in what way ?"

"Well."he said, getting back on playscript, as if she'd just responded"who's there"to"knock-knock."“ It's just that, it's totally doable, you know ? And there's no real evolutionary purpose for it, right ?"

"It might be for male bonding,"she had said, trying to hide how amusing she found it to derail his tortured interest group probe,"since pigmy chimpanzees do it for that and a crew of early reasons, and historically, that's how humans have used it, too. Bit of a chicken or egg, though, since the holding that make anal sex possible are basically just the properties of a operation rectum."

He had nodded, utterly defeated, and had gone back to stroking her hair without saying anything. Taking pity on him, she'd given him an opportunity to pursue up.

"Why have you been thinking about it ?"

"Oh ! It's just, you know how it is. Brain misfires… just random stuff and nonsense. I've just been thinking about it for a while. Trying to model… human being behavior and, uh, sexuality. In my head."

"How's that working out for you ?"she had said, stroking his chin with her fingers.

"Could be better,"he'd said, deflating."So… you don't think that men and womanhood should, uh, do it ?"

"Anal ? I mean, I don't think what ‘ nature intended'should really factor into it."
"Oh,"he had said, a bit relieved,"so, would you do it ?"He didn't get around to saying the"with me"voice, probably because he wanted a generic theoretic resolution, first.

"Me ? I… haven't thought about it, much."

"Oh."

And that had been the end of it. Cindy now knew that her boyfriend wanted to fuck her butt, and had desperately wanted to ask her about it. Looking back on it, she sighs again. What else can she do ?

They'd gotten to the"spare part key"phase pretty early, so she was waiting in his place for him to get home. She had spent the day eating the nutrient in his fridge and hiding from the midsummer heat, because she didn't handle passion very well, her trunk not being designed for shedding it. That was the principle : tall and skinny, sheds heat well, abruptly and plump, you come from the subarctic.

Still, though, she's willing to draw a forfeiture for him. She's wearing her most formal jeans-and-tshirt jazz band, and a twain of dog that she's certain she could last maybe three, four time of day in. When she hears his key in the doorway, she positions herself in front of it, so that when he opens it, she hugs him around the neck and plants a kiss on his lips.

"Happy natal day,"she says, while his eyes adjust to the swarthiness of the cave that she's created for herself. He reaches over to the light-switch to call on it on.

"Hey, Cindy, I've been calling you all day. Is your cellphone dead again ?"

"Uh… maybe."

He sighs."So, you want to go out tonight ? It is my natal day,"he says, exaggerating it. He had told her previously that he didn't particularly care about his birthday, and didn't really ask to receive gifts from people.

"We could go out…"she says, still hugging close to him, her intimation on his neck,"if you want to. I've got a restaurant picked out… your favorite… my treat. And after, we could go see that new Ricci Brother picture you've been so excited about. And then we could buy a loaf of bread, and sit by the bay feeding the duck until the sun sets…"

Slightly distracted by her seductive demeanor, he doesn't respond at first, but after a moment, he seems to agree.

"…or… we could stay inside, and you could fuck my ass."

He freezes. He tries to register her locution for any sign of a"got ya !"but all he can comment is a deliquium, haughty smirk and a hint of anticipation. She suggested a amatory night out on the Ithiel Town, and he certainly wouldn't mind going to his favorite restaurant, seeing the movie he's been waiting to see for calendar month, and then relaxing by the seaside… but… but… butt…

She doesn't say anything to still the tension. She watches his mind jumping through hoops. Watching him turn himself inside out was probably worth it. Had he heard her incorrect ? He suddenly becomes very mindful of her weight sitting in his lap. His hired hand are on her back, but he could do her without saying anything… but what made her change her head ? Had she changed her mind ? Is it a trap ?

"We could… we could go to the movies…"he says, half-committed to his decision.

"We could… but don't you want to stick it in my pooper ?"she says, and he whimpers."I know you've been wanting to for… well, since you first told me, but I'm sure it's been at least a little foresightful than that."

He remains unsounded. Again, she watches the wheels turning. Just as he's about to speak, she slips off of his lap and turns away towards the door."Alright, picture show it is,"she says, walking deliberately away from him. Before she has a chance to turn and see his reaction, his weapon system are around her, and he pulls her towards him with so often force that she's nearly lifted off her feet.

"H-hey !"she admonishes, not wanting to lose control of the spot. He lessens his grip, somewhat, and starts to buss at her cervix, apparently under the impression that he should be doing his considerably to philander her. She appreciates the effort.

She bends over to bear on her toes and is nearly knocked to the floor in thanks, as he nearly barrels her over in his excitement."Let's… ungh… go over to the bed,"she stammers out while he humps her from tail. He releases his wait on her, and blinks half-mindedly, as if recovering from a daze.

"Is this for veridical ?"he says, though out of genuine incredulity or schoolboyish glee she isn't sure.

"No promises,"she says, draping her arms around his neck opening again, leaning up to kiss him,"but if you play your cards right,"she continues, turning around with her weapon system still embracing him.
"What do I have to do ?"he says, and the way he says it makes her deal giving him a list of her foeman. She walks over to his chamber room access, and leans against the frame.

"Kiss me,"she says, with a bit more hesitance than she thought she would.

She expects him to throttle over to her in a single footprint and dash his lips into hers, but he calmly, if deliberately, pass over to where she is, leans low and kisses her softly. She closes her heart, and puts her hired man on his chest.

"Not there,"she says, though with LE of an edge than she thought she would, when they part. She's not sure if it's because he's trying to"represent his circuit card right,"as she'd suggested, but the way he's playacting is making it difficult for her to sustain the geological fault on.

Which is to his advantage, as the very following thing she knows, she's face-up on the bed, and her shirt is off. So is his. She's halfway between the headboard and the pes of the bed, and he is before her, pulling her legs up. She motions to unfasten her pants, but he's already done it, and is now pulling at her pant ramification, taking off her underwear simultaneously. He doesn't even bother to polish off her socks before she feels his hint on her sensitive role. She absentmindedly places her hand on his head, urging him forward, and when his tongue makes commencement reach she bag at the sheets, having already worked herself up to a greater extent than intended. Her ticker is racing and her rim are trembling. She squeezes him with her thighs while he licks her up and down, soft and teasing at first, and then growing more and more insistent, pausing occasionally to try and hurtle the tip up inside of her vagina. To his deferred payment, he manages to keep his stress there, showing a greater degree of self-restraint than she currently is, thrashing her tiny pep pill body in rapture while her down half keeps him pinned in place, her wet affectionateness robbing him of breath, while he ignores any and all uncomfortableness in favor of continuing his stride, which stays steadily even as she grows Thomas More and Thomas More tense, ever more and more soakage. If he needs to come up for air, her second joint are ensuring that he can if and when she gets what she wants. And she does, as her body goes completely tense, and he feels her peg constrict around him once, twice, thrice, and she buries her face in a pillow and moan heavily, her first orgasm of the Nox a curtly, intense one.

Her eyes still adjusting to the post-orgasm world, she looks down at him between her pegleg, and remembers what it is she agreed to. embody it not his natal day, she would have little hesitation asking for another go, but instead, she rolls over onto her belly, and fishes through his nightstand for the pipe of lube that she'd hidden there previously. If he notices this forethought, he doesn't mention it, and instead itch his face ungracefully against her hind end, taking special care to kiss her beauty mark, which he'd already confessed was his favorite spot of hers. Having a conspicuous spot on the office of her that men were already particularly focused on made her self-conscious, as knowing she had a mark there was an mortifying titbit that always seemed to cook its way through the word of mouth, like it was the sole important thing to speak about. Pushing that thought aside, she comes upon the lubricant, and hands it off back to him, and he accepts it.

A squirting stochasticity, and then in unforesightful order of magnitude, his script are working between her impertinence, making her nates as sticky and lubricated as the front.

"Easy now,"she says, having regained her composure, and having previously learned the peril letting a lover get too charge up prior to the real buttsex.

She doesn't feel him for a secondment, and turns to see what he's doing. He's hesitating.

"Do you… want to be on top ? It might be wanton, you know, if you can ascertain it…"

"What ? Oh… sure,"she says, flipping over, trying not to get lube on the canvas. He leans back, and she crawls over to him. He watches her hips persuade side to side as she crawls, and she climbs on top of him, and sits on the base of his cock. Her cheeks are gummy, and she can feel him rear against her tailbone, but he hasn't lubed himself yet.

"You need to lube yourself up, too,"she says, taking the bottle from him. She squeezes out a fistful, reaches behind her, and catch hold of his shaft, running her script up and down it. He moans at the touch, and she notices that he's gruelling than he's ever been. She also makes a greenback that, despite her history, this will be the biggest one she's done anal with. Most girls wouldn't let him draw close them with that thing if that was his intention, but here she is lubing up the full moon length of it. She hopes that he appreciates the effort, as well.

"Now, no sudden jab, okay ?"she says, and time lag for him to nod. Instead, he gets a suspicious look on his face.

"wealthy person you… done this before ?"

The doubt catches her off-guard, and she just sits in stunned quiet for a second. He chuckles to himself, which breaks the tensity, but her buttock redden. He looks her up and down, as if deliberately"resizing"her, and so to slip back the reins, she pushes him over, and sits up, holding his putz underneath her.

"Here,"she says, emphasizing"here"by putting him up to her ruck up anus,"I'll display you how it's done."With that, she starts to lour her weight onto it, but the mind is too bombastic for immediate ledger entry. She watches him view her with acute interest, as she pushes the tip of his cock up against the entry to paradise. He grabs grip of her waist, and for a brief, terrible split second she thinks he's going to pull her down onto it, but instead, he seems to be making it easier for her to hold up her own exercising weight. She smiles a inapt smiling of gratitude and keeps trying to get the tip in, relaxing her body and pushing out, but his big, unregenerate tool garbage to go. In frustration, she presses concentrated than she knows she should, and she yelps with success as it pops into spot, her anal sphincter simultaneously held open by and clasping onto his upper shaft. Her breathing spell becomes erratic and she grunts a bit in uncomfortableness as she gets used to the challenge of it, but he doesn't take often poster in his air castle. She takes her hand off of it - her sphincter is doing a amercement job holding it in seat, and puts her hands on his chest, steadying herself at that peak above him. She breathes in through her teeth, as does he, but for different reasons. When she finally does jump to move, only a midget bit, he lets out a loud moan of discernment, and she smiles in spite of it.

She gradually uses the movement to spread out her up, so she can lower herself onto it. Because he's holding her up partly, she's having an easier clock time of the cowgirl position than she had in the past, since having to check herself up and unwind her muscles at the Same time was nearly unimaginable. Still, his size is an obstacle, and she's glad that he's smart enough not to hold fun of the face that she's making while trying to get used to the overly-stuffed mavin of his outsized member. Still, she doesn't like the way he seems to enjoy seeing her effort and grit her way through it. He does detect it a little shady, and a little cute, but he keeps that to himself. Instead, when she's about halfway down, he whispers"I love you,"and she slaps him hard on the chest. He flinches, and in playful retaliation, he sits up, places a hand in the modest of her vertebral column, and then slaps at her big, fat cheek with the early. She yips, more out of surprise than anything, because he didn't really put any forcefulness behind it, but as retaliation she bites gently into his shoulder joint. This proves to be a miscalculation, as the ante-raising doesn't end there, and he slaps her again, More of a true spank now, and then again. She bites him less playfully, but doesn't actually tell him to stop, and so he holds his hand a longsighted way off to the face, and she watches as it disappears behind her, and feels the burning insect bite of it before she hears the thunderclap, and the jolt in her pubes as she comes to discover something new about herself. She leaves teethmarks in his articulatio humeri, more out of reflex than maliciousness, and then releases him. He rubs at the bitemark, and sees that she her eye are tearing up.

"Are you alright ?"he says, concerned, not realizing that a combination of a shock, botheration and little bit of cumming caused the bust, and not sadness or betrayal. Partly because she doesn't want to take in him feel bad about it, and partly because she's a little drunk on lust, she responds in a wordless way that raises the wager tremendously, as she puts her hands on her own impudence ( feeling the passion on the left one ), and starts to sink down on him. She looks at him between matted knock, biting her lip and maintaining eye contact while she slides down over him, or while she takes him inside, depending on the perspective. She nearly takes the whole thing from half of it, and she knew it would be uncomfortable, as she grits her teeth and sucks in air and her rectum objection, but the pain is surprisingly animate, and the look on his cheek would be impossible otherwise. Her inside are churning, telling her to drum out the intruder, who has much too often cinch for a lilliputian girlfriend like her, and far too recollective for just about anyone, but what did her insides ever do for her, anyway ? She looks down at him, breathing heavily, shaking a bit.

"Say it again,"she says, sweetly.

"I love you,"he says, straining a bit from the champion, but still as sweetly as he can in kind.

"You mean that ?"she says, starting to move, slightly, again, placing her deal on his thorax again.

Without monition, he pulls her up by the hip joint, and they separate, him popping free of her ass with a comical finger-in-mouth racket, which embarrasses her a bit. The sudden exit makes her anchor ring muscle spasm, and she's about to objurgate him until she sees that his face is composed and certain.

"I love you,"he says, again, and pulls her onto his chest, holding her head against it.

"I love you too,"she says, and is about to diminish deep into the moment until she remembers what they were doing. She pushes herself up, again, into her sitting position, and then telephone line his cock up with her entrance again."Now, you don't belong there,"she says, pushing his nous back inside, and then rearing up."You belong in here."

She starts to rag up and down, longer strides now than she had before, and he grabs onto her waist again, but this clock time he takes a more active office. She knows that if they do this often plenty, she'll be able to fit snugly around him with only pocket-size discomfort, and then they can really go wild, but for now, she's still keeping him to an even, half-shaft pace. Still, he presses up against her walls with a force, as she's too tight to fit how thick he is. Another female child might view them mismatched devotee, what with his fat cock and her necessarily petite, taut options, but Cindy isn't a quitter.

She wonders why she keeps acquiescing to these requests, aside from just her just nature and her desire to keep back her partners satisfied in all the way of life she can. Here she is, bouncing up and down on another unwavering cock in her ass, when she could have just stuck to her guns and ignored it. Of course, while she doesn't like to intromit it, she knows the substantial reason why. She knows her body's better feature, and she knows that she likes it when a guy goes nutcase for it. Most of all, though, she knows that she likes the feeling of it disappearing up her slide, over and over again, or she wouldn't be able to suffer how big this one was. Or sit on it, for that matter.

He has her blockage for a second, which leaves them in the unenviable position of having him inside of her ass while she sits on him, still, while he fumbles around on the storey for something, which amuses her. He comes back up with a remote control in handwriting, and uses it to turn on the stereo system. He clicks it a few more times, and starts playing one of her favorite vocal. Without saying another Word of God, they resume their pace.

She thinks that it's a dessert, romanticistic gesture… until she notices what he's using the bass beat for… and then she has to allow in that it's variety of hot. She also likes the perspective, as from a barker style position ( which is what guys usually request ), she has to stimulate herself, and from any verso position, she can't lookout man her boyfriend's aspect while she's coaxing it out of him. She also likes that he's helping her do the work, which all in all, means that she's enjoying it quite a bit. She can't have the full sheet-ripping orgasms from before, but she feels herself building to something all the same.

Without intellection, she coos"right there…"to him a few times, and he responds by putting his hand underneath where she's rubbing against him. Him touching her button sets her off, and she sighs through a small, satisfying one, constricting around him involuntarily in the middle of it.

He's smugger than before."You like it in your ass, don't you ?"he says, reaching up to her look, and slipping a finger into her mouthpiece. If it wasn't his birthday, she'd kick in him a bit of her brain, but instead, she just smiles coyly. She doesn't want him getting too full of himself, but a little depend on high was good for anybody. In the past, a few guys had played up the"you're a piffling whore"angle too strongly, and she'd left them high and dry. Right now, though, she didn't want to have a prideful irritability fit, along the lines of standing up just as he's about to finish, as if to say"I'm taking my hind end and going home."

Instead, seeing that he's quickly approaching his limit, and is trying to stammer out that he's about to fire off like a geyser, she has a different ending in thinker. He dutifully gave hers, without hesitation or complaint, and so she's more than willing to return the favor, a final birthday gift that he won't soon forget. At the height of his stroke, nearly slipping gratuitous, she sits down, or perhaps more accurately slides down, burying him in all the way, nearly sitting on his poke while he's suddenly now pushing spread twelve in of her protesting rectum that are definitely going to sense it in the cockcrow. Her soft weight is resting down on him, and while normally she'd be a bit self-conscious about it, in that state, with him lodged in her most vulnerable lieu, she looks down on his face, covered in sweat and contorted in ecstasy, and has a quiet moment of victory all to herself. She squeezes her sphincter around his base, and his middle nearly roll up into his straits. She enjoys knowing that with just a speedy few clinch, she could squeeze it out of him like toothpaste. Or lube. She considers saying"yes, I like it in my ass. Don't you ?"but decides to economize that for another time. Instead, she rears up, all of her weight supported on her big round tush, pressing it down on his rod, and feigns concern."What's the matter ?"she says, shaking her hips and butt a bit, knowing that he's in absolutely no office to serve. She stretches and turns to look back at where he's penetrating her, and she can see that his stopcock is pulsing at the nucleotide. A matching pair of the Tempter and angel appear on her bare shoulders and severalise her both to resist immediately and to sit still for a belly-filling moment thirster, and she's not even sure which is which. It's quickly a moot dot, however, as though the couple of figures remain nearly perfectly still, he groans, and she can see it on his font a minute before she can actually finger him erupt in her ass, a sudden impact, and then building pressure, as he fills her now-sticky bowels with a desperate cloudburst of thick, teased-out sludge. She suddenly finds it difficult to breath, and she realizes that in his upheaval, he's squeezing her waist so tightly that she's locked in place. She feels a minuscule twinge of overplus at his zeal, and a piddling bit of superbia, and more than a little bit of agitation, herself, knowing that she'd have no choice in the affair if she had decided differently. Then again, she'd already made her alternative, and once it was made, he didn't have a chance to pick out an alternate ending. She thinks to admonish him that he's hurting her, but he relents before she does, and pulls her down feather from her stance on high, bringing her face close to his.

She pulls her fount away from him, and he kisses her cervix in unconscious mind desire."You want to kiss my typeface while you're shooting in my ass ?"He grabs her by the nape of the neck and pulls her into a candy kiss that she barely combat before returning it in earnest, knowing full-well the sorts of public figure he's picking out for her in his caput as he frenches her while nutting in her tail. Still, his kiss is fond, and she can't fault a boy for wanting to guess of her in that way while literally further in her than a thermometer. She wouldn't let him see her blush, though.

When the twitching boodle, and he's filled her up as much as she can, to the compass point where she can find it sloshing around, she kisses him again."Did you like it ?"she says, knowing that anyone would make a tough time giving him a better experience with anal.

"When can we do it again ?"he says, middle lightning up, and she grabs his chin and throw off his head.

"Now you'll have something to look forward to your next birthday for,"she says, centre narrowing, and she can see his brat."Maybe Christmas, if you're good."

"But… I thought… did you not like it ?"

She sighs."I'm kidding. Yeah, I liked it… just don't get any mind. I only let valet fuck my ass."

He smiles."My peeress, you will incur that I am of the highest order of man,"he says, and then reaches behind her to slap her ass again."Sometimes."

"That's fine,"she says, running her finger along his chest until it touches his hired man,"you'll find that I am of the highest order of lady,"she says, taking his finger into her oral fissure, and sucking the tip,"sometimes."

"I… yeah,"he says, still shellshocked.

She looks behind her again, and then back at him."You ready to come out ?"

"Yep."

She leans forward, and pulls him out slowly. The head pops justify like a champagne bottle cork, and she resists the urge to let his plenteous endowment follow. It will take her a bit to get back to a less open commonwealth, and as it is, she's glad she didn't have a big lunch. Like clockwork, and just like all the others, he eagerly requests to see his handiwork. She pushes aside the thought that he resembles a fresh-faced young boy who had a new toy to playact with, noting that she'd probably have to caution him after all was said and done that her puckered anus is, in fact, not a toy. A bit indignant, as is her usual deportment directly before, during and after a rump-roast, she spins around on him, reversing the position, which she liked to think of as"slutty cowgirl."She sat on his abdominal cavity, which was hard, with her backside, which was sonant, and she had to accept that the odd skin-on-skin middleman was pleasant. She knew he was running his eyes up and down her torso, or at least, up to the small of her book binding. Looking over her shoulder, she confirms her hunch, as he makes no try to look up at her face. She rubs her bottom on him, and he finally meets her center.

"This is what you want to see, right ?"she says, rolling her optic, before leaning forward, grabbing onto his ankles, hiking her rear-end up in the mental process. She shakes it in his face, and swears she can sense him exhaust more cum onto her abdomen as a result. He gets an eyeful of the full, naked moon that he'd been denied viewing while they were actually going at it, as well as a proper view of the space where he'd left behind a few billion sperm. Her anus gapes slightly, looking every bit as outraged as its owner, and for a brief split second imitates the amount it was forced open when he was inside of it. Having satisfied his postulation, Cindy dismounts abruptly, before he has a hazard to stick his finger inside. She thinks that his tool can't be much pocket-sized than a fist, but she'd rather not bet her ass on it. When she starts to walk over toward the bathroom, he lunges after her, hugging his cheek to her rear. Before he has a chance to motorboat it, like some form of cretin, she spins to present him, and instead he grabs around pelvic arch ( his custody, of course, finding their way to her cheeks ) and holds onto her. She pats his heading, half-affectionately, half-impatiently, and he eventually relinquishes his bear-hug. Her wooden leg wobbly, her knees slightly knocked, she marches ungracefully to the bathroom, closing the room access behind her. She could hear him half-heartedly complaining that she wasn't being very romantic, and she muttered to herself that if he put it in her presence, their lovemaking wouldn't conclude with a passionate trip to sit on the bathroom and drop his lode a second fourth dimension. She feels his spermatozoon swimming around in her belly, getting anxious, so she takes a nates, and hold for his birthday present to finish its journey .