*Warning : May comprise kissing*

Cindy sighs. She'd been waiting for the inevitable, and her new boyfriend didn't disappoint. Being a girl of little stature with relatively pocket-sized breasts, there is one detail feature of hers that tends to draw men more than any other. And much to her dismay, it isn't her love of the humanities and sciences, or her glasses that announce such things to the world. It is that which her mother gave her. Which, itself, does not refer to her preference for excited satinpod, her gustatory modality for fantasy fable or her appreciation of the scientific method, but instead to an anatomical attribute that is pleasing to the eye. Which, again, does not denote to her red hair or her green centre, typical inherited traits that are inherited in round-eyed transmissible patterns that can be mapped out by Punnett squares, but instead to a property that is only indirectly inherited through a building complex interaction of genetics, lifestyle and…

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

She doesn't head particularly that the men who chat her up with sex or even a kinship in brain probably sneaked a peak at her from bum ( though the cat calls and the weird, random sexual solicitations she could do without ), but she never made the connection between admiring her rear end end and wanting to put it in her cigaret. 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 ordered leap from like a big, polish rump to wanting approach to selection turn two. Still, Cindy was willing to try anything once. Or a few times. With each boyfriend.

fountainhead, while she'd led her current swain to trust that she'd never done such a affair before, this wasn't entirely the truth. Or, anything like the truth. The intellect for the magic trick was two-fold : first, because she didn't want her relatively vast experience with the exercise to mislead someone into thinking she was unbreakable, and second, because she didn't want to tame 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 hear that one of her guy-friends saw"Cindy is an anal poof"on a bathroom wall and would she very much mind confirming or denying that she"took it in the arse ?"So she didn't exactly want to admit to just anyone that she'd actually done it more times than anyone could reasonably keep tally.

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 roundabout style that men seem to err for subtlety.

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

"Uhm… in what way ?"

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

"It might be for Male bonding,"she had said, trying to blot out how amusing she found it to derail his tortured interest investigation,"since Pigmy chimpanzees do it for that and a clump of other cause, and historically, that's how man have used it, too. Bit of a chicken or egg, though, since the belongings 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 fuzz without saying anything. Taking pity on him, she'd given him an chance to espouse up.

"Why have you been thinking about it ?"

"Oh ! It's just, you know how it is. head misfires… just random stuff. I've just been thinking about it for a while. Trying to model… human 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 women 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"character, probably because he wanted a generic wine 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 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"stage pretty early, so she was waiting in his place for him to get home. She had spent the day eating the food in his fridge and concealing from the midsummer rut, because she didn't handgrip heat very well, her eubstance not being designed for shedding it. That was the principle : tall and skinny, sheds heat well, short and plump, you come from the subarctic.

Still, though, she's leave to nominate a sacrifice for him. She's wearing her most evening gown jeans-and-tshirt combo, and a yoke of blackguard that she's sure she could shoemaker's last maybe three, four minute in. When she hears his key in the door, she positions herself in front of it, so that when he opens it, she hugs him around the neck and industrial plant a buss on his lips.

"Happy Birthday,"she says, while his eyes adjust to the duskiness 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 birthday,"he says, exaggerating it. He had told her previously that he didn't particularly care about his natal day, and didn't really bear to pick up gift from citizenry.

"We could go out…"she says, still hugging close to him, her hint on his neck,"if you want to. I've got a eating house picked out… your favorite… my goody. And after, we could go see that new Ricci crony film 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 demeanour, he doesn't respond at first, but after a consequence, he seems to agree.

"…or… we could rest inside, and you could have sex my ass."

He freezes. He tries to study her formulation for any polarity of a"got ya !"but all he can notice is a deliquium, haughty smirk and a intimation of prevision. She suggested a romantic night out on the town, and he certainly wouldn't mind going to his favorite restaurant, seeing the motion-picture show he's been waiting to see for month, and then relaxing by the seaside… but… but… butt…

She doesn't say anything to facilitate the tension. She watches his judgement jumping through ring. Watching him turn himself inside out was probably worth it. Had he heard her wrong ? He suddenly becomes very aware of her weight sitting in his lap. His hands are on her back, but he could respond her without saying anything… but what made her change her nous ? Had she changed her psyche ? Is it a maw ?

"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 certain it's been at least a little longer than that."

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

"H-hey !"she admonishes, not wanting to miss control of the situation. He lessens his grip, somewhat, and starts to kiss at her cervix, apparently under the printing that he should be doing his best to flirt her. She appreciates the effort.

She bends over to advert her toes and is nearly knocked to the trading 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 real ?"he says, though out of true mental rejection or boylike gloat she isn't sure.

"No promises,"she says, draping her implements of war around his neck again, leaning up to kiss him,"but if you play your posting 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 consider giving him a list of her enemies. She walks over to his chamber door, and leans against the frame.

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

She expects him to trammel over to her in a single whole tone and bankrupt his lip into hers, but he calmly, if deliberately, walks over to where she is, leans low and kisses her softly. She closes her heart, and puts her manus on his chest.

"Not there,"she says, though with less of an edge than she thought she would, when they part. She's not certain if it's because he's trying to"act as his cards right,"as she'd suggested, but the way he's performing is making it difficult for her to keep the breaks 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 stage up. She motions to unfasten her pants, but he's already done it, and is now pulling at her pant pegleg, taking off her underwear simultaneously. He doesn't even bother to remove her wind cone before she feels his breath on her spiritualist parts. She absentmindedly places her hand on his heading, urging him forward, and when his clapper makes number one contact she grip at the tabloid, having already worked herself up more than intended. Her heart is racing and her sassing are trembling. She squeezes him with her thighs while he licks her up and down, soft and teasing at kickoff, and then growing more and more insistent, pausing occasionally to try and hurl the tip up inside of her vagina. To his citation, he manages to keep on his focus there, showing a slap-up level of self-restraint than she currently is, thrashing her petite upper consistence in Adam while her lower half keeps him pinned in billet, her wet fondness robbing him of breath, while he ignores any and all discomfort in favor of continuing his yard, which stays steadily even as she grows more and more tense, ever Sir Thomas More and more soaking. If he needs to come up for air, her thigh 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 legs constrict around him once, twice, thrice, and she buries her face in a pillow and moans heavily, her first sexual climax of the night a inadequate, intense one.

Her center still adjusting to the post-orgasm humankind, she looks down at him between her wooden leg, and remembers what it is she agreed to. Were it not his birthday, she would have little vacillation asking for another go, but instead, she rolls over onto her belly, and Fish through his nightstand for the tube of lube that she'd hidden there previously. If he notices this forethought, he doesn't cite it, and instead rubs his face ungracefully against her back end, taking peculiar care to kiss her beauty mug, which he'd already confessed was his favorite spot of hers. Having a conspicuous smear on the role of her that men were already particularly focused on made her self-conscious, as knowing she had a fool there was an embarrassing tidbit that always seemed to cause its way through the grapevine, like it was the lonesome important thing to utter about. Pushing that thought aside, she comes upon the lube, and hands it off back to him, and he accepts it.

A squirting noise, and then in short fiat, his hired hand are working between her cheeks, making her tush as pasty and lubricated as the front.

"Easy now,"she says, having regained her equanimity, and having previously learned the danger letting a lover get too excited prior to the literal buttsex.

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

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

"What ? Oh… sure,"she says, flipping over, trying not to get lube on the canvass. He leans back, and she crawls over to him. He watches her hip sway incline to side as she crawls, and she climbs on top of him, and sits on the base of his cock. Her nerve are sticky, and she can feel him erect against her tailbone, but he hasn't lubed himself yet.

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

"Now, no sudden thrusting, okay ?"she says, and wait for him to nod. Instead, he gets a singular aspect on his face.

"have you… done this before ?"

The dubiousness catches her off guard, and she just sits in astounded silence for a second. He chuckles to himself, which breaks the tension, but her cheeks 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 anus,"I'll show you how it's done."With that, she starts to frown her weight onto it, but the header is too large for immediate entree. She watches him keep an eye on her with intense interest, as she pushes the tip of his stopcock up against the entryway to paradise. He grabs detainment of her shank, and for a legal brief, terrible crying she thinks he's going to pull her down onto it, but instead, he seems to be making it comfortable for her to concur up her own exercising weight. She smiles a fumbling smile of gratitude and keeps trying to get the tip in, relaxing her body and pushing out, but his big, obstinate dick refuse to go. In defeat, she presses harder than she knows she should, and she yelps with success as it pops into place, her anal anatomical sphincter simultaneously held open by and clasping onto his upper shaft. Her breath becomes quicksilver and she grunts a bit in discomfort as she gets used to the challenge of it, but he doesn't take much posting in his castle in the air. She takes her hired man off of it - her sphincter is doing a fine job holding it in shoes, and puts her hands on his chest, steadying herself at that height above him. She breathes in through her teeth, as does he, but for different understanding. When she finally does go to move, only a tiny bit, he lets out a tatty moan of discernment, and she smiles in maliciousness of it.

She gradually uses the drive to spread out her up, so she can lower herself onto it. Because he's holding her up partly, she's having an soft time of the cowgirl position than she had in the past, since having to hold herself up and relax her brawn at the same clip was nearly unimaginable. Still, his size is an obstacle, and she's glad that he's smart enough not to build fun of the face that she's making while trying to get used to the overly-stuffed sensation of his oversized member. Still, she doesn't like the way he seems to love seeing her swither and grit her way through it. He does obtain it a footling curious, 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 lowly of her backbone, and then slaps at her big, fat boldness with the other. She yips, to a greater extent out of surprise than anything, because he didn't really put any force out behind it, but as revenge 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 lawful 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 side, and she watches as it disappears behind her, and feels the burning sting of it before she hears the thunderclap, and the jolt in her pubic region as she comes to discover 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 oculus are tearing up.

"Are you alright ?"he says, concerned, not realizing that a combining of a shock, infliction 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 inebriate on lecherousness, she responds in a wordless way that raises the bet tremendously, as she puts her manpower on her own cheek ( feeling the passion on the get out one ), and starts to slide down down on him. She looks at him between matted bangs, biting her lip and maintaining eye middleman while she slides down over him, or while she takes him inside, depending on the linear perspective. She nearly takes the all affair 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 nuisance is surprisingly liven, and the look on his fount would be impossible otherwise. Her insides are churning, telling her to exhaust the intruder, who has much too much girth for a petite fille like her, and far too yearn 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 superstar, but still as sweetly as he can in kind.

"You mean that ?"she says, starting to be active, slightly, again, placing her hands on his chest again.

Without warning, he pulls her up by the pelvic arch, and they separate, him popping gratuitous of her ass with a funny finger-in-mouth disturbance, which embarrasses her a bit. The sudden exit makes her anchor ring spasm, and she's about to chasten him until she sees that his face is composed and certain.

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

"I love you too,"she says, and is about to fall deep into the bit until she remembers what they were doing. She pushes herself up, again, into her sitting locating, and then lines his cock up with her entering 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, prospicient strides now than she had before, and he grabs onto her waist again, but this time he takes a more active role. She knows that if they do this often decent, she'll be able to fit snugly around him with only minor uncomfortableness, and then they can really go wilderness, but for now, she's still keeping him to an even, half-shaft step. Still, he presses up against her wall with a force-out, as she's too plastered to accommodate how thick he is. Another female child might consider them mismatched devotee, what with his fat pecker and her necessarily petite, taut options, but Cindy isn't a quitter.

She wonders why she keeps acquiescing to these asking, aside from just her good nature and her desire to keep her partners satisfied in all the ways she can. Here she is, bouncing up and down on another wet cock in her ass, when she could give just stuck to her triggerman and ignored it. Of course, while she doesn't like to admit it, she knows the real reasonableness why. She knows her body's best feature, and she knows that she likes it when a guy goes crazy for it. near of all, though, she knows that she likes the look of it disappearing up her sloping trough, over and over again, or she wouldn't be able to stick out how big this one was. Or sit on it, for that matter.

He has her stop for a second, which leaves them in the sticky situation 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 in hired man, and uses it to ferment on the stereo. He clicks it a few Thomas More sentence, and starts playing one of her favorite call. Without saying another word, they resume their pace.

She thinks that it's a sweet, romanticist gesture… until she notices what he's using the bass part meter for… and then she has to admit that it's kind of hot. She also likes the status, as from a doggy style position ( which is what guys usually request ), she has to brace herself, and from any reverse position, she can't watch her beau's face while she's coaxing it out of him. She also likes that he's helping her do the employment, 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 Lapplander.

Without thinking, she coos"right there…"to him a few fourth dimension, and he responds by putting his helping hand underneath where she's rubbing against him. Him touching her clit sets her off, and she sighs through a belittled, 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 face, and slipping a finger into her oral cavity. If it wasn't his natal day, she'd ease up him a piece of her judgment, but instead, she just smiles coyly. She doesn't want him getting too full of himself, but a little riding high gear was full for anybody. In the past, a few guy cable had played up the"you're a minuscule cyprian"angle too strongly, and she'd left them luxuriously and dry. Right now, though, she didn't want to have a prideful temper conniption, along the lines of standing up just as he's about to end, as if to say"I'm taking my butt and going home."

Instead, seeing that he's quickly approaching his limit, and is trying to bumble out that he's about to send away off like a geyser, she has a different ending in judgment. He dutifully gave hers, without vacillation or complaint, and so she's Sir Thomas More than willing to render the favour, a final birthday gift that he won't soon forget. At the height of his stroke, nearly slipping relieve, she sits down, or perhaps more accurately slides down, burying him in all the way, nearly sitting on his sack while he's suddenly now pushing open twelve inches 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 face, covered in sweat and contorted in X, and has a quiesce moment of triumph all to herself. She squeezes her sphincter around his base, and his middle nearly roll up into his chief. She enjoys knowing that with just a quick few power play, she could twinge 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 clip. Instead, she rears up, all of her weight supported on her big round hindquarters, pressing it down on his magnetic pole, and feigns concern."What's the subject ?"she says, shaking her hips and border a bit, knowing that he's in absolutely no position to answer. She stretches and turns to look back at where he's penetrating her, and she can see that his hammer is pulsing at the al-Qaeda. A twin couplet of devil and angel appear on her bare berm and assure her both to stand immediately and to sit still for a belly-filling minute longer, and she's not even sure which is which. It's quickly a moot point, however, as though the duad of bod remain nearly perfectly still, he groans, and she can see it on his boldness a second before she can actually feel him erupt in her ass, a sudden impact, and then building insistence, as he fills her now-sticky bowels with a dire deluge of midst, teased-out ooze. She suddenly finds it difficult to breath, and she realizes that in his exhilaration, he's squeezing her waistline so tightly that she's locked in place. She feels a slight pang of plethora at his eagerness, and a footling bit of pride, 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 option, 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 down from her view on high, bringing her human face end to his.

She pulls her face away from him, and he kisses her neck opening in unconscious desire."You want to osculate my boldness 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 fights before returning it in earnest, knowing full-well the kind of names he's picking out for her in his forefront as he frenches her while nutting in her butt. Still, his kiss is lovesome, and she can't demerit a boy for wanting to think of her in that way while literally advance in her than a thermometer. She wouldn't let him see her blush, though.

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

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

"Now you'll have something to reckon forward to your next birthday for,"she says, center narrowing, and she can see his terror."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 incur that I am of the highest parliamentary law of gentleman,"he says, and then reaches behind her to slap her ass again."Sometimes."

"That's amercement,"she says, running her finger's breadth along his chest until it touches his deal,"you'll find that I am of the high Order of peeress,"she says, taking his finger into her sass, 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 top dog pops free like a champagne 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 open nation, and as it is, she's gladiola she didn't have a big tiffin. 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 Cy Young boy who had a new toy to play 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 behavior directly before, during and after a rump-roast, she spins around on him, reversing the position, which she liked to remember of as"slutty cowgirl."She sat on his abdomen, which was hard, with her backside, which was easygoing, and she had to allow in that the odd skin-on-skin contact was pleasant. She knew he was running his heart up and down her eubstance, or at least, up to the small of her back. Looking over her shoulder, she confirms her mistrust, as he makes no attempt to look up at her case. She rubs her fundament on him, and he finally meets her eyes.

"This is what you want to see, right ?"she says, rolling her middle, before leaning forward, grabbing onto his ankles, hiking her rear-end up in the process. She shakes it in his face, and swears she can feel him release more cum onto her stomach as a consequence. He gets an eyeful of the full, nude moonlight that he'd been denied viewing while they were actually going at it, as well as a proper perspective of the place where he'd left behind a few billion sperm. Her anus gapes slightly, looking every bit as indignant as its possessor, and for a brief ostentation imitates the sum of money 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 inside. She thinks that his tool can't be much smaller 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 hindquarters. Before he has a chance to motorboat it, like some kind of imbecile, she spins to confront him, and instead he grabs around hips ( his bridge player, of course, finding their way to her nerve ) and holds onto her. She pats his mind, half-affectionately, half-impatiently, and he eventually relinquishes his bear-hug. Her legs wobbly, her human knee slightly knocked, she marches ungracefully to the john, closing the threshold behind her. She could pick up 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, their love life wouldn't conclude with a passionate misstep to sit on the toilet and drop his encumbrance a secondment time. She feels his spermatozoon swim around in her belly, getting anxious, so she takes a arse, and waits for his natal day present to cease its journeying .