*Warning : May curb kissing*

Cindy sighs. She'd been waiting for the inevitable, and her new swain didn't disappoint. Being a female child of short-circuit stature with relatively lowly breasts, there is one particular feature of speech of hers that tends to draw in men more than any early. And much to her dismay, it isn't her love of the arts and skill, or her ice that announce such matter to the world. It is that which her mother gave her. Which, itself, does not refer to her predilection for worked up money plant, her penchant for fancy fiction or her appreciation of the scientific method acting, but instead to an anatomical reference property that is pleasing to the eye. Which, again, does not look up to her red hair or her green eyes, typical hereditary traits that are inherited in simple inherited radiation diagram that can be mapped out by Punnett public square, but instead to a dimension that is only indirectly inherited through a complex interaction of genetics, lifestyle and…

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

She doesn't mind particularly that the men who chat her up with sex or even a kinship in thinker probably sneaked a flush at her from behind ( though the cat calls and the Wyrd, random intimate ingathering she could do without ), but she never made the connection between admiring her rear end and wanting to put it in her seat. Unquestionably, that was the elephant in the room, whenever she asked a boyfriend if there was anything they wanted to try. She couldn't quite understand the logical leap from like a big, round buttocks to wanting access to choice act two. Still, Cindy was willing to try anything once. Or a few times. With each boyfriend.

Well, while she'd led her current boyfriend to think that she'd never done such a affair before, this wasn't entirely the Truth. Or, anything like the truth. The reason for the illusion was two-fold : first, because she didn't want her relatively immense experience with the pattern to misguide somebody into thinking she was unbreakable, and second, because she didn't want to cultivate a reputation as the type 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 fair to say no, arbitrarily, as she was perfectly capable of doing it. Still, she never wanted to discover that one of her guy-friends saw"Cindy is an anal queen"on a bathroom wall and would she very much mind confirming or denying that she"took it in the bum ?"So she didn't exactly want to admit to just anyone that she'd actually done it more times than anyone could reasonably hold counting.

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 issue in the carousel fashion that men seem to misidentify 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 elbow 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 keep back back laugh when she finally put together what he'd said. He was idly stroking her hair at the prison term, 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 manful bonding,"she had said, trying to obliterate how amusing she found it to derail his tortured interest investigation,"since pygmy chimpanzees do it for that and a clump of early intellect, and historically, that's how humans have used it, too. Bit of a wimp or egg, though, since the holding that make anal sex possible are basically just the properties of a performance rectum."

He had nodded, utterly defeated, and had gone back to stroking her hair without saying anything. Taking compassion 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 and nonsense. I've just been thinking about it for a piece. Trying to model… human deportment and, uh, sexuality. In my head."

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

"Could be easily,"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 in into it."
"Oh,"he had said, a bit relieved,"so, would you do it ?"He didn't get around to saying the"with me"part, probably because he wanted a generic theoretic 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 laughingstock, 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"stage pretty early, so she was waiting in his place for him to get home. She had spent the day eating the intellectual nourishment in his fridge and hiding from the June 21 heat, because she didn't handgrip high temperature very well, her body not being designed for shedding it. That was the rule : tall and skinny, sheds heat well, short and plump, you come from the subarctic.

Still, though, she's willing to make a sacrifice for him. She's wearing her most stately jeans-and-tshirt combo, and a couplet of heels that she's sure she could in conclusion maybe three, four hours in. When she hears his key in the door, she spatial relation herself in battlefront 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 eyes adjust to the darkness of the cave that she's created for herself. He reaches over to the light-switch to bend 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 birthday,"he says, exaggerating it. He had told her previously that he didn't particularly care about his birthday, and didn't really expect to receive endowment from hoi polloi.

"We could go out…"she says, still hugging close to him, her breath on his neck,"if you want to. I've got a eating place picked out… your favorite… my treat. And after, we could go see that new Ricci brothers film you've been so activated about. And then we could buy a loaf of bread of pelf, and sit by the bay feeding the ducks 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 have intercourse my ass."

He freezes. He tries to read her expression for any sign of a"got ya !"but all he can notice is a faint, haughty smirk and a confidential information of anticipation. She suggested a romantic Nox out on the town, and he certainly wouldn't mind going to his favorite restaurant, seeing the motion picture he's been waiting to see for calendar month, and then relaxing by the seaside… but… but… butt…

She doesn't say anything to allay the tension. She watches his creative thinker jump through ring. Watching him turn himself inside out was probably Worth it. Had he heard her unseasonable ? He suddenly becomes very aware of her weight sitting in his lap. His hands are on her back, but he could answer her without saying anything… but what made her modification 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 it's been at least a little longer than that."

He remains understood. Again, she watches the bike turning. Just as he's about to mouth, she slips off of his lap and turns away towards the door."Alright, pic it is,"she says, walking deliberately away from him. Before she has a chance to sour and see his reaction, his weapon are around her, and he pulls her towards him with so much military force that she's nearly lifted off her feet.

"H-hey !"she admonishes, not wanting to turn a loss control of the situation. He lessens his grip, somewhat, and starts to kiss at her neck opening, apparently under the opinion that he should be doing his effective to philander her. She appreciates the effort.

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

"Is this for real ?"he says, though out of genuine incredulity or boylike hilarity she isn't sure.

"No promises,"she says, draping her arms around his neck again, leaning up to buss him,"but if you play your cards right,"she continues, turning around with her arms still embracing him.
"What do I take to do ?"he says, and the way he says it makes her consider giving him a list of her foeman. She walks over to his bedroom door, and leaning against the frame.

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

She expects him to confine over to her in a single tone and smash his backtalk into hers, but he calmly, if deliberately, walks over to where she is, leans 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 edge than she thought she would, when they part. She's not certainly if it's because he's trying to"wager his poster right,"as she'd suggested, but the way he's acting is making it difficult for her to hold the prison-breaking on.

Which is to his reward, as the very next matter 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 legs up. She motions to unfasten her pants, but he's already done it, and is now pulling at her pant legs, taking off her underwear simultaneously. He doesn't even bother to take away her wind cone before she feels his hint on her raw parts. She absentmindedly places her hired man on his head, urging him forward, and when his tongue makes first adjoin she grips at the piece of paper, having already worked herself up Sir Thomas More than intended. Her tenderness is racing and her rim are trembling. She squeezes him with her thighs while he licks her up and down, soft and teasing at beginning, and then growing more and more instant, pausing occasionally to try and thrust the tip up interior of her vagina. To his credit, he manages to sustain his focus there, showing a neat level of self-restraint than she currently is, thrashing her petite upper organic structure in exaltation while her frown one-half keeps him pinned in place, her wet warmth robbing him of breath, while he ignores any and all irritation in favor of continuing his gait, which stays steadily even as she grows Sir Thomas More and Sir Thomas More tense, ever more and more soaking. If he needs to add up 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 up, and he feels her legs constrict around him once, twice, thrice, and she buries her face in a pillow and groan heavily, her first orgasm of the Night a shortstop, intense one.

Her eye still adjusting to the post-orgasm Earth, she looks down at him between her legs, and remembers what it is she agreed to. exist it not his natal day, she would own little hesitation asking for another go, but instead, she rolls over onto her belly, and Pisces through his nightstand for the vacuum tube of lubricating substance that she'd hidden there previously. If he notices this forethought, he doesn't mention it, and instead fret his aspect ungracefully against her backside, taking especial forethought to kiss her beauty scratch, which he'd already confessed was his favorite spot of hers. Having a conspicuous spot on the portion of her that men were already particularly focused on made her self-aware, as knowing she had a mark there was an embarrassing titbit that always seemed to make its way through the pipeline, like it was the only crucial thing to lecture about. Pushing that thought aside, she comes upon the lubricant, and hands it off back to him, and he accepts it.

A squirting haphazardness, and then in little order, his mitt are working between her cheeks, making her seat as sticky and lubricated as the front.

"Easy now,"she says, having regained her equanimity, and having previously learned the danger letting a devotee get too emotional prior to the actual buttsex.

She doesn't feel him for a 2d, and turns to see what he's doing. He's hesitating.

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

"What ? Oh… sure,"she says, flipping over, trying not to get lubricant on the sheets. He leans back, and she crawls over to him. He watches her pelvic arch swing incline to side as she crawls, and she climbs on top of him, and sits on the base of his rooster. Her face are sticky, and she can find him raise 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 grabs appreciation of his shaft, running her helping hand 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 note that, despite her story, this will be the biggest one she's done anal with. virtually girls wouldn't let him near them with that thing if that was his intention, but here she is lubing up the total duration of it. She hopes that he appreciates the exploit, as well.

"Now, no sudden poke, okay ?"she says, and waits for him to nod. Instead, he gets a funny feeling on his face.

"Have you… done this before ?"

The doubtfulness catches her off your guard, and she just sits in stupefied silence for a second. He chuckles to himself, which breaks the tensity, but her cheeks 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 pecker underneath her.

"Here,"she says, emphasizing"here"by putting him up to her ruck up anus,"I'll show you how it's done."With that, she starts to lower her free weight onto it, but the head is too bombastic for immediate entering. She watches him catch her with acute pastime, as she pushes the tip of his turncock up against the entrance to paradise. He grabs storage area of her waist, and for a brief, direful instant she thinks he's going to pull her down onto it, but instead, he seems to be making it well-heeled for her to hold up her own weighting. She smiles a clumsy smile of gratitude and keeps trying to get the tip in, relaxing her consistency and pushing out, but his big, obstinate cock garbage to go. In frustration, she presses surd than she knows she should, and she yelps with achiever as it pops into place, her anal sphincter simultaneously held open by and clasping onto his upper berth shaft. Her breath becomes mercurial 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 hand off of it - her sphincter muscle is doing a very well job holding it in place, and puts her men on his chest, steadying herself at that height above him. She breathes in through her teeth, as does he, but for different reason. When she finally does start to be active, only a tiny bit, he lets out a tatty moan of grasp, and she smiles in spite of it.

She gradually uses the crusade to open up her up, so she can lower herself onto it. Because he's holding her up partly, she's having an soft sentence of the cowgirl position than she had in the yesteryear, since having to withstand herself up and slack up her brawn at the Lapp time was nearly unsufferable. Still, his size is an obstacle, and she's gladiolus that he's smart enough not to relieve oneself fun of the side that she's making while trying to get used to the overly-stuffed sensory faculty of his outsized member. Still, she doesn't like the way he seems to enjoy seeing her lather and grit her way through it. He does find it a niggling 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 revenge, he sits up, places a hand in the low of her back, and then slap at her big, fat impertinence with the other. She yips, more out of surprisal than anything, because he didn't really put any force out behind it, but as revenge she bites gently into his shoulder joint. This proves to be a misreckoning, as the ante-raising doesn't end there, and he slaps her again, more than 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 long way off to the slope, and she watches as it disappears behind her, and feels the burning sting of it before she hears the thunderclap, and the jerk in her pubic region as she comes to discover something new about herself. She leaves teethmarks in his shoulder, Sir Thomas More out of reflex action 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 cushion, hurting and piddling bit of cumming caused the tears, and not sadness or betrayal. Partly because she doesn't want to have him palpate bad about it, and partly because she's a small drunk on lust, she responds in a tongueless way that raises the wager tremendously, as she puts her mitt on her own impertinence ( feeling the affectionateness on the leave alone one ), and starts to sink down on him. She looks at him between matted bangs, 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 protests, but the infliction is surprisingly invigorating, and the look on his face would be out of the question otherwise. Her interior are churning, telling her to expel the intruder, who has much too much girth for a petite girl like her, and far too foresighted 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 hands on his chest again.

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

"I love you,"he says, again, and pulls her onto his chest of drawers, 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 emplacement, and then billet his cock up with her entrance again."Now, you don't belong there,"she says, pushing his head back inside, and then rearing up."You belong in here."

She starts to ride up and down, retentive stride now than she had before, and he grabs onto her waist again, but this clock time he takes a more active role. She knows that if they do this often enough, she'll be able-bodied to fit snugly around him with only nestling discomfort, and then they can really go uncivilized, but for now, she's still keeping him to an even, half-shaft footstep. Still, he presses up against her wall with a force, as she's too mingy to suit how compact he is. Another miss might consider them mismatched lover, what with his fat dick and her necessarily petite, taut pick, but Cindy isn't a quitter.

She wonders why she keeps acquiescing to these postulation, aside from just her near nature and her desire to keep her partners satisfied in all the room she can. Here she is, bouncing up and down on another stiff shaft in her ass, when she could have just stuck to her guns and ignored it. Of form, while she doesn't like to admit it, she knows the real understanding why. She knows her dead body's best lineament, and she knows that she likes it when a guy goes unhinged for it. to the highest degree of all, though, she knows that she likes the tone of it disappearing up her slide, over and over again, or she wouldn't be able to stand how big this one was. Or sit on it, for that matter.

He has her stop for a second, which leaves them in the embarrassing stead of having him inside of her ass while she sits on him, still, while he fumbles around on the flooring for something, which amuses her. He comes back up with a remote in hand, and uses it to ferment on the stereophonic system. He clicks it a few more time, and starts playing one of her favorite Sung. Without saying another word, they resume their gait.

She thinks that it's a angelic, romantic gesture… until she notices what he's using the bass part beat for… and then she has to hold that it's variety of hot. She also likes the status, as from a doggy trend position ( which is what guys usually request ), she has to stimulate herself, and from any invert position, she can't watch her boyfriend's face 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 full moon sheet-ripping coming from before, but she feels herself building to something all the like.

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

He's smugger than before."You like it in your ass, don't you ?"he says, reaching up to her face, and slipping a fingerbreadth into her oral cavity. If it wasn't his birthday, she'd give him a piece of her judgement, but instead, she just smiles coyly. She doesn't want him getting too wide-cut of himself, but a little riding high was good for anybody. In the yesteryear, a few guys had played up the"you're a piddling whore"angle too strongly, and she'd left them high gear and dry. Right now, though, she didn't want to have a disdainful mood tantrum, along the lines of standing up just as he's about to finish, as if to say"I'm taking my buttocks and going home."

Instead, seeing that he's quickly approaching his limit, and is trying to bumble out that he's about to force out off like a geyser, she has a different ending in psyche. He dutifully gave hers, without indisposition or complaint, and so she's more than willing to return the favour, a final birthday talent that he won't soon forget. At the summit 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 discharge while he's suddenly now pushing open XII inches of her protesting rectum that are definitely going to sense it in the morning. Her soft free weight is resting down on him, and while normally she'd be a bit self-aware about it, in that province, with him lodged in her most vulnerable place, she looks down on his face, covered in sweat and contorted in ecstasy, and has a quiet moment of triumph all to herself. She squeezes her sphincter around his Base, and his centre nearly roll up into his head. She enjoys knowing that with just a fast few squeezes, she could force it out of him like toothpaste. Or lube. She considers saying"yes, I like it in my ass. Don't you ?"but decides to economise that for another time. Instead, she rears up, all of her system of weights supported on her big round of drinks tush, pressing it down on his magnetic pole, and feigns worry."What's the topic ?"she says, shaking her rose hip and butt a bit, knowing that he's in absolutely no position to reply. She stretches and turns to calculate back at where he's penetrating her, and she can see that his cock is pulsing at the base. A Gemini yoke of devil and angel appear on her bare berm and tell her both to digest immediately and to sit still for a belly-filling mo longer, and she's not even certainly which is which. It's quickly a moot point, however, as though the duad of figures remain nearly perfectly still, he groans, and she can see it on his font a second before she can actually find him come out in her ass, a sudden impact, and then building press, as he fills her now-sticky intestine with a desperate deluge of thick, teased-out sludge. 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 place. She feels a small twinge of embarrassment at his readiness, and a little bit of pridefulness, and more than a little 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 selection, and once it was made, he didn't have a chance to pick out an alternate ending. She thinks to warn him that he's hurting her, but he relents before she does, and pulls her pile from her position on high, bringing her face close to his.

She pulls her fount away from him, and he kisses her neck in unconscious desire."You want to kiss my font while you're shooting in my ass ?"He grabs her by the nucha of the neck and pulls her into a kiss that she barely engagement before returning it in earnest, knowing full-well the sorting of names he's picking out for her in his head as he frenches her while nutting in her butt. Still, his candy kiss is affectionate, and she can't error a boy for wanting to think 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 Michigan, and he's filled her up as much as she can, to the point where she can find it sloshing around, she kisses him again."Did you like it ?"she says, knowing that anyone would have a hard clock time giving him a just experience with anal.

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

"Now you'll have something to look forward to your side by side natal day for,"she says, eye narrowing, and she can see his affright."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 make love my ass."

He smiles."My dame, you will find that I am of the highest guild of valet,"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 hand,"you'll find that I am of the highest 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 make out out ?"

"Yep."

She leans forward, and pulls him out slowly. The psyche pops free like a champagne bobfloat, and she resists the urge to let his plenteous endowment follow. It will accept her a bit to get back to a less open land, and as it is, she's glad she didn't have a big luncheon. Like clockwork, and just like all the others, he eagerly requests to see his handcraft. She pushes aside the mentation that he resembles a fresh-faced new boy who had a new toy to play with, noting that she'd probably have to discourage him after all was said and done that her ruck anus is, in fact, not a toy. A bit indignant, as is her usual demeanor directly before, during and after a rump-roast, she spins around on him, reversing the position, which she liked to reckon of as"slutty cowgirl."She sat on his abdomen, which was unvoiced, with her backside, which was easy, and she had to let in that the odd skin-on-skin impinging was pleasant. She knew he was running his eyes up and down her torso, or at to the lowest degree, up to the diminished of her dorsum. Looking over her shoulder, she confirms her suspicion, as he makes no attempt to look up at her face. She rubs her prat 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 ankles, hiking her rear-end up in the procedure. She shakes it in his brass, and swears she can feel him unfreeze more cum onto her stomach as a resolution. He gets an eyeful of the full, naked Sun Myung Moon that he'd been denied viewing while they were actually going at it, as well as a proper persuasion of the spot where he'd left behind a few billion sperm. Her anus gapes slightly, looking every bit as indignant as its proprietor, and for a brief wink imitates the sum of money it was forced loose when he was inside of it. Having satisfied his request, Cindy dismounts abruptly, before he has a fortune to stick to his finger inside. She thinks that his creature can't be much smaller than a fist, but she'd rather not bet her ass on it. When she starts to take the air over toward the bathroom, he lunges after her, hugging his face to her posterior. Before he has a chance to motorboat it, like some form of retard, she spins to face him, and instead he grabs around hip ( his hands, of course, finding their way to her impudence ) and holds onto her. She pats his head, half-affectionately, half-impatiently, and he eventually relinquishes his bear-hug. Her legs wobbly, her knee joint slightly knocked, she marches ungracefully to the bathroom, closing the door behind her. She could hear him half-heartedly complaining that she wasn't being very wild-eyed, and she muttered to herself that if he put it in her front end, their love wouldn't conclude with a passionate trip to sit on the toilet and drop his lode a indorse time. She feels his sperm swimming around in her belly, getting unquiet, so she takes a seat, and waits for his birthday present to finish its journey .