*Warning : May check kissing*

Cindy sighs. She'd been waiting for the inevitable, and her new swain didn't disappoint. Being a girlfriend of short stature with relatively modest chest, there is one detail feature of hers that tends to pull men More than any other. And practically to her alarm, it isn't her love of the art and sciences, or her glasses that announce such things to the world. It is that which her female parent gave her. Which, itself, does not denote to her predilection for emotional Lunaria annua, her taste for phantasy fiction or her perceptiveness of the scientific method, but instead to an anatomical reference property that is pleasing to the eye. Which, again, does not refer to her red hair or her green centre, typical transmissible traits that are inherited in simpleton genetical patterns that can be mapped out by Punnett squares, but instead to a place that is only indirectly inherited through a complex interaction of genetics, lifestyle and…

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

She doesn't nous particularly that the men who chat her up with sex or even a family relationship in judgement probably sneaked a peak at her from behind ( though the cat calls and the weird, random intimate solicitations she could do without ), but she never made the connection between admiring her rear end and wanting to put it in her derriere. Unquestionably, that was the elephant in the way, whenever she asked a boyfriend if there was anything they wanted to try. She couldn't quite understand the logical bounce from like a big, round off rump to wanting access to selection number two. Still, Cindy was willing to try anything once. Or a few fourth dimension. With each boyfriend.

Well, while she'd led her current boyfriend to consider that she'd never done such a thing before, this wasn't entirely the accuracy. Or, anything like the truth. The grounds for the conjuration was treble : first, because she didn't want her relatively huge experience with the practice to mislead someone into thinking she was unbreakable, and sec, because she didn't want to cultivate a report as the case of girl that takes it up the bum. It was inevitable that she be asked, after all, and she didn't think it was very reasonable to say no, arbitrarily, as she was perfectly equal to of doing it. Still, she never wanted to see that one of her guy-friends saw"Cindy is an anal queen"on a toilet rampart and would she very much listen confirming or denying that she"took it in the hind end ?"So she didn't exactly want to admit to just anyone that she'd actually done it more multiplication than anyone could reasonably continue count.

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

"Isn't it weird that anal 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 fuzz at the time, and when she looked up at him, he was staring off into the upper corner of the room, a rosiness evident.

"Uhm… in what way ?"

"Well."he said, getting back on script, 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 intent for it, right ?"

"It might be for male soldering,"she had said, trying to hide how amuse she found it to jump his tortured interest investigation,"since pygmy chimpanzees do it for that and a bunch of other reasons, and historically, that's how humans have used it, too. Bit of a Gallus gallus or egg, though, since the place that make anal sex possible are basically just the attribute of a performance rectum."

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

"Why have you been thinking about it ?"

"Oh ! It's just, you know how it is. Brain misfires… just random stuff. I've just been thinking about it for a while. Trying to model… man behavior and, uh, sex. 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 women should, uh, do it ?"

"Anal ? I mean, I don't think what ‘ nature intended'should really factor out into it."
"Oh,"he had said, a bit relieve,"so, would you do it ?"He didn't get around to saying the"with me"part, probably because he wanted a generic theoretical answer, 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 key"degree pretty early, so she was waiting in his situation for him to get abode. She had spent the day eating the food for thought in his fridge and concealing from the June 21 high temperature, because she didn't handle heat very well, her body not being designed for shedding it. That was the principle : tall and skinny, sheds oestrus well, short and plump, you come from the subarctic.

Still, though, she's leave to make a sacrifice for him. She's wearing her near dinner gown jeans-and-tshirt jazz group, and a pair of heel that she's certain she could last maybe three, four hours in. When she hears his key in the doorway, she positions herself in social movement of it, so that when he opens it, she hugs him around the neck opening and plants a kiss on his lips.

"Happy birthday,"she says, while his eye adjust to the darkness of the cave that she's created for herself. He reaches over to the light-switch to ferment 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 charge about his birthday, and didn't really wait to receive giving from people.

"We could go out…"she says, still hugging close to him, her breath on his neck opening,"if you want to. I've got a eatery picked out… your favorite… my treat. And after, we could go see that new Ricci buddy picture show 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 show her expression for any sign of a"got ya !"but all he can mark is a deliquium, haughty smirk and a jot of anticipation. She suggested a romantic nighttime out on the town, and he certainly wouldn't mind going to his deary 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 relieve the tension. She watches his judgement jumping through basketball game. Watching him flex himself inside out was probably worth it. Had he heard her wrong ? He suddenly becomes very mindful of her system of weights sitting in his lap. His hands are on her back, but he could answer her without saying anything… but what made her change her mind ? Had she changed her mind ? Is it a sand 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 as shooting it's been at least a little recollective than that."

He remains silent. Again, she watches the bicycle turning. Just as he's about to mouth, she slips off of his lap and turns away towards the door."Alright, movie it is,"she says, walking deliberately away from him. Before she has a chance to turn and see his reaction, his branch 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 turn a loss ascendence of the situation. He lessens his grip, somewhat, and starts to kiss at her neck, apparently under the imprint that he should be doing his expert to chat up her. She appreciates the effort.

She bends over to come to 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 behind. He releases his hold on her, and blinks half-mindedly, as if recovering from a daze.

"Is this for veridical ?"he says, though out of genuine skepticism or boylike mirthfulness she isn't sure.

"No hope,"she says, draping her subdivision around his neck opening again, leaning up to kiss him,"but if you play your poster right,"she continues, turning around with her arms still embracing him.
"What do I have to do ?"he says, and the way he says it makes her take giving him a list of her enemies. She walks over to his chamber threshold, and leans against the frame.

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

She expects him to bound over to her in a single tone and bankrupt his lips into hers, but he calmly, if deliberately, walks over to where she is, inclination low and kisses her softly. She closes her eyes, and puts her hand on his chest.

"Not there,"she says, though with less of an boundary than she thought she would, when they part. She's not sure if it's because he's trying to"act as his bill right,"as she'd suggested, but the way he's acting is making it difficult for her to keep the prisonbreak on.

Which is to his advantage, as the very next 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 foot of the bed, and he is before her, pulling her branch up. She motions to unfasten her pants, but he's already done it, and is now pulling at her heave wooden leg, taking off her underwear simultaneously. He doesn't even bother to dispatch her socks before she feels his breathing space on her sensitive section. She absentmindedly places her hand on his head, urging him forward, and when his tongue makes first contact she grips at the sheets, having already worked herself up more than than intended. Her affection is racing and her backtalk are trembling. She squeezes him with her thigh while he licks her up and down, soft and teasing at first base, and then growing more and more insistent, pausing occasionally to try and thrust the tip up inside of her vagina. To his credit rating, he manages to keep his focus there, showing a neat level of self-restraint than she currently is, thrashing her tiny upper organic structure in cristal while her turn down one-half keeps him pinned in stead, her wet heat robbing him of breathing space, while he ignores any and all irritation in favor of continuing his pace, which stays steadily even as she grows more and to a greater extent tense, ever Sir Thomas More and more soaking. If he needs to come up for air, her thighs 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 pegleg constrict around him once, twice, thrice, and she buries her expression in a pillow and moans heavily, her first orgasm of the night a short, intense one.

Her eyes still adjusting to the post-orgasm reality, she looks down at him between her legs, and remembers what it is she agreed to. Were it not his birthday, she would have little hesitation asking for another go, but instead, she rolls over onto her belly, and Pisces through his nightstand for the tube of lube that she'd hidden there previously. If he notices this caution, he doesn't reference it, and instead rubs his face ungracefully against her rump, taking special care to kiss her beauty mark, which he'd already confessed was his dearie blot of hers. Having a conspicuous spot on the role of her that men were already particularly focused on made her self-aware, as knowing she had a Mark there was an sticky titbit that always seemed to lay down its way through the word of mouth, like it was the merely important thing to let the cat out of the bag about. Pushing that thought aside, she comes upon the lube, and hands it off back to him, and he accepts it.

A squirting interference, and then in short order, his hands are working between her buttock, making her keister as sticky and lubricated as the front.

"Easy now,"she says, having regained her calm, and having previously learned the danger letting a lover get too stir prior to the genuine buttsex.

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

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

"What ? Oh… sure,"she says, flipping over, trying not to get lube on the sheets. He leans back, and she crawls over to him. He watches her pelvis shake side to side as she crawls, and she climbs on top of him, and sits on the base of his stopcock. Her cheeks are sticky, 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 handful, reaches behind her, and snap hold of his shaft, running her hand up and down it. He moans at the contact, and she notices that he's harder than he's ever been. She also makes a distinction that, despite her history, this will be the vainglorious one she's done anal with. Most girls wouldn't let him NEAR them with that matter if that was his intention, but here she is lubing up the entire length of it. She hopes that he appreciates the effort, as well.

"Now, no sudden thrusting, okay ?"she says, and hold for him to nod. Instead, he gets a rum smell on his face.

"Have you… done this before ?"

The question catches her off-guard, and she just sits in bedaze silence for a 2d. He chuckles to himself, which breaks the tension, but her buttock redden. He looks her up and down, as if deliberately"resizing"her, and so to steal back the reins, she pushes him over, and sits up, holding his cock underneath her.

"Here,"she says, emphasizing"here"by putting him up to her puckered anus,"I'll show you how it's done."With that, she starts to lower her weight onto it, but the pass is too vauntingly for prompt entry. She watches him watch her with intense interest, as she pushes the tip of his cock up against the entrance to paradise. He grabs keep of her waist, and for a brief, fearful moment she thinks he's going to draw out her down onto it, but instead, he seems to be making it light for her to hold up her own free weight. She smiles a bungling smiling of gratitude and keeps trying to get the tip in, relaxing her body and pushing out, but his big, stubborn hawkshaw food waste to go. In foiling, she presses tough than she knows she should, and she yelps with success as it pops into place, her anal sphincter simultaneously held open by and clasping onto his upper pecker. Her breath becomes erratic and she grunts a bit in discomfort as she gets used to the challenge of it, but he doesn't take much notice in his reverie. She takes her manus off of it - her sphincter is doing a ticket job holding it in place, and puts her hands on his bureau, steadying herself at that height above him. She breathes in through her teeth, as does he, but for unlike ground. When she finally does start to move, only a tiny bit, he lets out a loud moan of appreciation, and she smiles in spite of it.

She gradually uses the movement to open her up, so she can lower herself onto it. Because he's holding her up partly, she's having an easier meter of the cowgirl spatial relation than she had in the past, since having to hold herself up and unbend her muscles at the same meter was nearly impossible. Still, his size is an obstacle, and she's glad that he's smart enough not to constitute fun of the face that she's making while trying to get used to the overly-stuffed esthesis of his outsized extremity. Still, she doesn't like the way he seems to enjoy seeing her sweat and grit her way through it. He does line up it a piddling rum, 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 script in the diminished of her back, and then slaps at her big, fat cheek with the former. She yips, More out of surprise than anything, because he didn't really put any military force behind it, but as retaliation she bites gently into his articulatio humeri. 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 block off, and so he holds his hired man a foresighted way off to the position, and she watches as it disappears behind her, and feels the burning bunko game of it before she hears the thunderbolt, and the jolt in her loins as she comes to give away something new about herself. She leaves teethmarks in his shoulder, more out of reflex than spite, and then releases him. He rubs at the bitemark, and sees that she her eyes are tearing up.

"Are you alright ?"he says, concerned, not realizing that a combination of a shock, painful sensation and little bit of cumming caused the tears, and not sadness or betrayal. Partly because she doesn't want to have him feel bad about it, and partly because she's a little drunk on lust, she responds in a wordless way that raises the stakes tremendously, as she puts her manus on her own cheeks ( feeling the heat on the left one ), and starts to bury down on him. She looks at him between matted flush, biting her lip and maintaining eye inter-group communication 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 suck in air and her rectum protestation, but the pain is surprisingly invigorate, and the face on his look would be impossible otherwise. Her insides are churning, telling her to boot out the intruder, who has much too very much girth for a petite girl like her, and far too long 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 sensation, but still as sweetly as he can in kind.

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

Without admonition, he pulls her up by the hips, and they separate, him popping free of her ass with a funny finger-in-mouth noise, which embarrasses her a bit. The sudden exit makes her rings cramp, and she's about to chastise him until she sees that his nerve is composed and certain.

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

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

She starts to ride up and down, longer strides now than she had before, and he grabs onto her waist again, but this prison term he takes a more active agent role. She knows that if they do this often sufficiency, she'll be able to fit snugly around him with only minor 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 wet to lodge how thick he is. Another daughter might consider them mismatched devotee, what with his fat cock and her necessarily petite, taut option, but Cindy isn't a quitter.

She wonders why she keeps acquiescing to these requests, aside from just her good nature and her desire to hold on her partners satisfied in all the manner she can. Here she is, bouncing up and down on another unbendable tool in her ass, when she could have just stuck to her guns and ignored it. Of track, while she doesn't like to admit it, she knows the really reason why. She knows her body's unspoilt feature article, and she knows that she likes it when a guy goes unhinged for it. Most of all, though, she knows that she likes the feeling of it disappearing up her slideway, over and over again, or she wouldn't be able-bodied to stomach how big this one was. Or sit on it, for that matter.

He has her stop for a second, which leaves them in the awkward positioning of having him inside of her ass while she sits on him, still, while he fumbles around on the floor for something, which amuses her. He comes back up with a remote in hand, and uses it to grow on the stereophony. He clicks it a few more times, and starts playing one of her dearie songs. Without saying another word, they resume their pace.

She thinks that it's a sweet, romantic gesture… until she notices what he's using the bass beat for… and then she has to allow that it's form of hot. She also likes the place, as from a doggy stylus position ( which is what guys usually asking ), she has to perk up herself, and from any reverse position, she can't watch her swain's brass while she's coaxing it out of him. She also likes that he's helping her do the body of work, which all in all, means that she's enjoying it quite a bit. She can't have the broad sheet-ripping orgasms from before, but she feels herself building to something all the same.

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

He's smug than before."You like it in your ass, don't you ?"he says, reaching up to her face, and slipping a digit into her sass. If it wasn't his natal day, she'd give him a piece of her mind, but instead, she just smiles coyly. She doesn't want him getting too full of himself, but a little riding high school was good for anybody. In the past, a few guys had played up the"you're a petty working girl"angle too strongly, and she'd left them high and dry. Right now, though, she didn't want to have a prideful temper tantrum, along the lines of standing up just as he's about to stop, as if to say"I'm taking my fag and going home."

Instead, seeing that he's quickly approaching his limit, and is trying to stammer out that he's about to burn off like a geyser, she has a different ending in nous. He dutifully gave hers, without faltering or complaint, and so she's to a greater extent than volition to fall the favor, a final birthday gift that he won't soon bury. At the altitude of his stroke, nearly slipping free, she sits down, or perhaps more accurately slides down, burying him in all the way, nearly sitting on his pocket while he's suddenly now pushing open up 12 inch of her protesting rectum that are definitely going to feel it in the morning. 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 place, she looks down on his nerve, covered in sweat and contorted in ecstasy, and has a quiet second of triumph all to herself. She squeezes her anatomical sphincter around his base of operations, and his eyes nearly roll up into his read/write head. She enjoys knowing that with just a promptly few squeezing, she could squash it out of him like toothpaste. Or lube. She considers saying"yes, I like it in my ass. Don't you ?"but decides to save that for another fourth dimension. Instead, she rears up, all of her free weight supported on her big round tush, pressing it down on his pole, and feigns concern."What's the subject ?"she says, shaking her hips and butt a bit, knowing that he's in absolutely no side to suffice. She stretches and turns to seem back at where he's penetrating her, and she can see that his putz is pulsing at the floor. A twin pair of Prince of Darkness and angel appear on her bare articulatio humeri and differentiate her both to tolerate immediately and to sit still for a belly-filling moment longer, and she's not even for certain which is which. It's quickly a moot point, however, as though the pair of build remain nearly perfectly still, he groans, and she can see it on his expression a second before she can actually find him erupt in her ass, a sudden impact, and then building pressure, as he fills her now-sticky bowels with a do-or-die flood of thick, teased-out gunk. She suddenly finds it difficult to breath, and she realizes that in his inflammation, he's squeezing her waist so tightly that she's locked in stead. She feels a little stab of embarrassment at his eagerness, and a fiddling bit of superbia, and more than than a niggling bit of excitement, herself, knowing that she'd have no choice in the matter if she had decided differently. Then again, she'd already made her choice, and once it was made, he didn't have a probability to pick out an replacement ending. She thinks to discourage him that he's hurting her, but he relents before she does, and pulls her down from her office on mellow, bringing her face stopping point to his.

She pulls her face away from him, and he kisses her neck in unconscious desire."You want to kiss my face while you're shooting in my ass ?"He grabs her by the nape of the neck and pulls her into a kiss that she barely competitiveness before returning it in earnest, knowing full-well the variety of names he's picking out for her in his head as he frenches her while nutting in her buttocks. Still, his osculation is fond, and she can't defect a boy for wanting to imagine of her in that way while literally foster in her than a thermometer. She wouldn't let him see her flush, though.

When the twitching stops, and he's filled her up as much as she can, to the spot where she can feel it sloshing around, she kisses him again."Did you like it ?"she says, knowing that anyone would give birth a hard clock time giving him a better experience with anal.

"When can we do it again ?"he says, eyes lightning up, and she grabs his mentum and agitate his head.

"Now you'll have something to await forward to your next birthday for,"she says, eyes narrowing, and she can see his panic."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 ideas. I only let gentleman fuck my ass."

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

"That's fine,"she says, running her fingerbreadth along his pectus until it touches his hand,"you'll find that I am of the high order of Lady,"she says, taking his finger into her mouth, 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 free like a Champagne-Ardenne cork, and she resists the urge to let his copious natural endowment follow. It will take her a bit to get back to a less clear country, and as it is, she's glad she didn't have a big tiffin. Like clockwork, and just like all the others, he eagerly requests to see his handcraft. She pushes aside the thought that he resembles a fresh-faced Whitney Moore Young Jr. boy who had a new toy to encounter with, noting that she'd probably have to discourage him after all was said and done that her rumple anus is, in fact, not a toy. A bit indignant, as is her usual behaviour 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 stomach, which was grueling, with her bum, which was piano, and she had to admit that the odd skin-on-skin liaison was pleasant. She knew he was running his eyes up and down her body, or at least, up to the small-scale of her back. Looking over her articulatio humeri, she confirms her suspicion, as he makes no attempt to calculate up at her face. She rubs her bum on him, and he finally meets her eyes.

"This is what you want to see, right ?"she says, rolling her eyes, before leaning forward, grabbing onto his ankle, hiking her rear-end up in the process. She shakes it in his facial expression, and swears she can finger him turn more cum onto her stomach as a result. He gets an eyeful of the full, naked moonlight that he'd been denied viewing while they were actually going at it, as well as a proper persuasion of the stead where he'd left behind a few billion sperm cell. Her anus gapes slightly, looking every bit as indignant as its owner, and for a legal brief flash imitates the amount it was forced open when he was inside of it. Having satisfied his asking, Cindy dismounts abruptly, before he has a chance to stick his finger's breadth inside. She thinks that his tool can't be much little than a clenched 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 face to her bum. Before he has a chance to motorboat it, like some variety of idiot, she spins to face him, and instead he grabs around hip joint ( his hands, of form, finding their way to her boldness ) and holds onto her. She pats his head, half-affectionately, half-impatiently, and he eventually relinquishes his bear-hug. Her legs wobbly, her knees slightly knocked, she marches ungracefully to the toilet, closing the threshold behind her. She could pick up him half-heartedly complaining that she wasn't being very amorous, and she muttered to herself that if he put it in her front, their love wouldn't conclude with a passionate trip to sit on the toilet and drop his payload a second prison term. She feels his sperm swim around in her belly, getting queasy, so she takes a seat, and waits for his birthday nowadays to finish its journeying .