*Warning : May check kissing*

Cindy sighs. She'd been waiting for the inevitable, and her new young man didn't disappoint. Being a girl of shortsighted stature with relatively modest breasts, there is one particular characteristic of hers that tends to draw in men to a greater extent than any other. And a great deal to her dismay, it isn't her erotic love of the graphics and sciences, or her glasses that announce such things to the macrocosm. It is that which her mother gave her. Which, itself, does not consult to her taste for emotional honesty, her gustation for fantasy fable or her grasp of the scientific method, but instead to an anatomic place that is pleasing to the eye. Which, again, does not refer to her red hair or her Green eyes, typical familial traits that are inherited in unproblematic genetic convention that can be mapped out by Punnett foursquare, but instead to a place that is only indirectly inherited through a complex interaction of genetic science, modus vivendi and…

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

She doesn't brain particularly that the men who chat her up with sex or even a relationship in idea probably sneaked a tiptop at her from behind ( though the cat calls and the Wyrd, random sexual solicitations she could do without ), but she never made the link between admiring her bum end and wanting to put it in her butt. Unquestionably, that was the elephant in the room, whenever she asked a fellow if there was anything they wanted to try. She couldn't quite understand the logical leap from like a big, round bum to wanting approach to alternative number two. Still, Cindy was volition to try anything once. Or a few meter. With each young man.

wellspring, while she'd led her current boyfriend to believe that she'd never done such a thing before, this wasn't entirely the the true. Or, anything like the truth. The cause for the deception was two-fold : first, because she didn't want her relatively immense experience with the praxis to lead astray somebody into thinking she was unbreakable, and 2d, because she didn't want to cultivate a report 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 queen"on a bath wall and would she very much mind confirming or denying that she"took it in the arse ?"So she didn't exactly want to take on to just anyone that she'd actually done it more times than anyone could reasonably keep 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 slip for shade.

"Isn't it weird that anal sex is, you know, a matter ?"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 abrupt way anyone had ever brought up buttsex to her, and she had to take back laugh when she finally put together what he'd said. He was idly stroking her hair's-breadth at the time, and when she looked up at him, he was staring off into the upper recess of the way, 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 intention for it, right ?"

"It might be for Male soldering,"she had said, trying to obscure how amusing she found it to jump his tortured pastime probe,"since pygmy chimpanzee do it for that and a bunch of former reasons, and historically, that's how human race have used it, too. Bit of a crybaby or egg, though, since the belongings that make anal sex possible are basically just the dimension of a functioning rectum."

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

"Why have you been thinking about it ?"

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

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

"Could be better,"he'd said, deflating."So… you don't think that men and char 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 palliate,"so, would you do it ?"He didn't get around to saying the"with me"division, 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 young man wanted to fuck her goat, 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"fifth wheel key"stagecoach pretty early, so she was waiting in his place for him to get home. She had spent the day eating the solid food in his electric refrigerator and hiding from the midsummer rut, because she didn't handle warmth very well, her body not being designed for shedding it. That was the principle : tall and skinny, sheds heating system well, short and plump, you come from the subarctic.

Still, though, she's willing to constitute a forfeiture for him. She's wearing her almost stately jeans-and-tshirt combo, and a brace of heels that she's sealed she could last maybe three, four time of day in. When she hears his key in the room access, she positions herself in social movement of it, so that when he opens it, she hugs him around the cervix 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 turn 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 bear to experience gifts from people.

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

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

"…or… we could abide inside, and you could hump my ass."

He freezes. He tries to show her expression for any sign of a"got ya !"but all he can notice is a swoon, haughty smirk and a hint of anticipation. She suggested a romantic night out on the town, and he certainly wouldn't mind going to his favorite eating house, seeing the film he's been waiting to see for calendar month, and then relaxing by the seaside… but… but… butt…

She doesn't say anything to alleviate the tension. She watches his mind jump through wicket. Watching him turn himself inside out was probably deserving it. Had he heard her wrongly ? He suddenly becomes very aware of her free 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 nous ? Is it a trap ?

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

"We could… but don't you want to bewilder 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 indisputable it's been at least a little longer than that."

He remains still. Again, she watches the cycle turning. Just as he's about to verbalize, she slips off of his lap and turns away towards the room access."Alright, movie it is,"she says, walking deliberately away from him. Before she has a prospect to turn and see his response, his arms are around her, and he pulls her towards him with so much force play that she's nearly lifted off her feet.

"H-hey !"she admonishes, not wanting to misplace control of the post. He lessens his handle, somewhat, and starts to osculate at her cervix, apparently under the feeling that he should be doing his full to woo her. She appreciates the effort.

She bends over to touch 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 custody on her, and Montia lamprosperma half-mindedly, as if recovering from a daze.

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

"No promise,"she says, draping her arms around his cervix again, leaning up to kiss him,"but if you play your menu right,"she continues, turning around with her coat of 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 foeman. She walks over to his sleeping room door, and leans against the frame.

"osculation me,"she says, with a bit Sir Thomas More hesitancy than she thought she would.

She expects him to bound over to her in a I footfall and smash his rim 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 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 sure if it's because he's trying to"meet his cards right,"as she'd suggested, but the way he's acting is making it difficult for her to keep the breaks on.

Which is to his vantage, 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 invertebrate foot of the bed, and he is before her, pulling her legs up. She motions to unfasten her drawers, but he's already done it, and is now pulling at her pant legs, taking off her underclothing simultaneously. He doesn't even bother to withdraw her wind cone before she feels his breath on her sensitive character. She absentmindedly places her script on his head, urging him forward, and when his tongue makes first contact she traction at the sheet of paper, having already worked herself up more than than intended. Her heart is racing and her lip are trembling. She squeezes him with her thighs while he licks her up and down, soft and teasing at first, and then growing more and more exigent, pausing occasionally to try and thrust the tip up inside of her vagina. To his credit rating, he manages to keep his direction there, showing a greater floor of self-restraint than she currently is, thrashing her petite speed torso in cristal while her low-spirited half keeps him pinned in lieu, her wet warmness robbing him of breathing spell, while he ignores any and all soreness in favour of continuing his yard, which stays steadily even as she grows more and more tense, ever more and more soakage. If he needs to come up for air, her second joint are ensuring that he can if and when she gets what she wants. And she does, as her eubstance goes completely tense, and he feels her wooden leg constrict around him once, twice, thrice, and she buries her face in a pillow and moans heavily, her first orgasm of the dark a short, intense one.

Her eyes still adjusting to the post-orgasm mankind, she looks down at him between her legs, and remembers what it is she agreed to. comprise it not his natal day, she would have slight waver 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 forethought, he doesn't honorable mention it, and instead rub his brass ungracefully against her backside, taking special care to kiss her beauty mark, which he'd already confessed was his ducky spot of hers. Having a conspicuous smirch on the part of her that men were already particularly focused on made her self-conscious, as knowing she had a print there was an embarrassing tidbit that always seemed to name its way through the pipeline, like it was the only important thing to talk about. Pushing that thought aside, she comes upon the lubricant, and hands it off back to him, and he accepts it.

A squirting racket, and then in forgetful order, his hands are working between her impudence, making her tooshie as sticky and lubricated as the front.

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

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

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

"What ? Oh… sure,"she says, flipping over, trying not to get lubricator on the rag. He leans back, and she crawls over to him. He watches her hips sway side to side as she crawls, and she climbs on top of him, and sits on the floor of his cock. Her cheeks are gummy, and she can feel 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 handful, reaches behind her, and grabs detainment of his lance, running her hand up and down it. He moans at the cutaneous senses, and she notices that he's firmly than he's ever been. She also makes a note that, despite her history, this will be the biggest one she's done anal with. Most girlfriend wouldn't let him NEAR them with that thing if that was his design, but here she is lubing up the good length of it. She hopes that he appreciates the effort, as well.

"Now, no sudden poking, okay ?"she says, and waits for him to nod. Instead, he gets a mirthful look on his face.

"wealthy person you… done this before ?"

The question catches her off-guard, and she just sits in stunned silence for a s. He chuckles to himself, which breaks the tension, but her impertinence 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 ruck up anus,"I'll appearance you how it's done."With that, she starts to lower her weight onto it, but the principal is too large for immediate unveiling. She watches him watch her with acute sake, as she pushes the tip of his stopcock up against the entrance to paradise. He grabs cargo area of her waistline, and for a brief, terrible instant she thinks he's going to root for her down onto it, but instead, he seems to be making it easy for her to hold up her own weight. She smiles a clumsy grinning of gratitude and keeps trying to get the tip in, relaxing her body and pushing out, but his big, obstinate peter refuse to go. In frustration, she presses harder than she knows she should, and she yelps with success as it pops into place, her anal sphincter muscle simultaneously held open by and clasping onto his upper shaft. Her breathing space becomes planetary and she grunts a bit in discomfort as she gets used to the challenge of it, but he doesn't take practically notice in his reverie. She takes her hand off of it - her sphincter is doing a exquisitely job holding it in office, and puts her hands on his chest, steadying herself at that peak above him. She breathes in through her teeth, as does he, but for different reasons. When she finally does start to locomote, only a lilliputian bit, he lets out a loud groan of appreciation, and she smiles in spite of it.

She gradually uses the movement to afford her up, so she can lower herself onto it. Because he's holding her up partly, she's having an easy fourth dimension of the cowgirl view than she had in the past times, since having to prevail herself up and unwind her muscles at the same fourth dimension was nearly impossible. Still, his size is an obstacle, and she's sword lily that he's smart enough not to take a shit fun of the facial expression that she's making while trying to get used to the overly-stuffed sensation of his outsized member. Still, she doesn't like the way he seems to enjoy seeing her sweat and grit her way through it. He does discover it a petty funny, 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 bridge player in the lowly of her spine, and then slaps at her big, fat impudence with the other. She yips, Thomas More out of surprise than anything, because he didn't really put any force behind it, but as revenge she bites gently into his berm. This proves to be a misreckoning, 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 contain, and so he holds his mitt a long way off to the side of meat, and she watches as it disappears behind her, and feels the burning flimflam of it before she hears the thunderclap, and the jolt in her loin 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 eyes are tearing up.

"Are you alright ?"he says, concerned, not realizing that a combination of a shock, annoyance and fiddling 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 minuscule inebriate on lust, she responds in a unspoken way that raises the stake tremendously, as she puts her helping hand on her own cheeks ( feeling the warmth on the forget one ), and starts to drop down on him. She looks at him between matted charge, 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 totally 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 pain is surprisingly invigorating, and the look on his face would be inconceivable otherwise. Her insides are churning, telling her to expel the intruder, who has much too very much girth for a petite girlfriend like her, and far too farseeing 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 genius, 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 warning, he pulls her up by the hips, and they separate, him popping gratuitous of her ass with a comical finger-in-mouth noise, which embarrasses her a bit. The sudden exit makes her mob spasm, and she's about to chasten him until she sees that his brass is composed and sealed.

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

"I love you too,"she says, and is about to come deep into the moment until she remembers what they were doing. She pushes herself up, again, into her sitting position, and then lines his shaft 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 mount up and down, tenacious strides now than she had before, and he grabs onto her waist again, but this sentence he takes a more active role. She knows that if they do this often enough, she'll be capable 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 rampart with a military group, as she's too tight to accommodate how thick he is. Another girl might conceive them mismatched lovers, what with his fat cock and her necessarily petite, taut alternative, but Cindy isn't a quitter.

She wonders why she keeps acquiescing to these asking, aside from just her dear nature and her desire to keep her cooperator satisfied in all the room she can. Here she is, bouncing up and down on another pie-eyed cock in her ass, when she could own just stuck to her guns and ignored it. Of course, while she doesn't like to admit it, she knows the tangible reason why. She knows her dead body's best feature, and she knows that she likes it when a guy goes gaga for it. well-nigh of all, though, she knows that she likes the flavor of it disappearing up her chute, over and over again, or she wouldn't be capable 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 awkward locating 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 hand, and uses it to sprain on the stereo. He clicks it a few more than times, and starts playing one of her favorite songs. Without saying another discussion, they resume their pace.

She thinks that it's a sugariness, romantic gesture… until she notices what he's using the basso beat for… and then she has to take on that it's kind of hot. She also likes the position, as from a doggy manner billet ( which is what guys usually request ), she has to have herself, and from any reverse 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 workplace, which all in all, means that she's enjoying it quite a bit. She can't have the full sheet-ripping orgasms from before, but she feels herself building to something all the Same.

Without thinking, she coos"right there…"to him a few times, and he responds by putting his hand underneath where she's rubbing against him. Him touching her clit sets her off, and she sighs through a little, 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 boldness, and slipping a finger into her oral fissure. If it wasn't his birthday, she'd contribute him a patch of her judgment, but instead, she just smiles coyly. She doesn't want him getting too full-of-the-moon of himself, but a little rid highschool was good for anybody. In the past, a few guy cable had played up the"you're a petty whore"angle too strongly, and she'd left them high and dry. Right now, though, she didn't want to induce a prideful toughness fit, along the blood of standing up just as he's about to finish, 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 stammer out that he's about to fire off like a geyser, she has a dissimilar ending in mind. He dutifully gave hers, without hesitancy or complaint, and so she's more than willing to return the party favor, a final birthday gift that he won't soon forget. At the height of his stroke, nearly slipping resign, she sits down, or perhaps more accurately slides down, burying him in all the way, nearly sitting on his shift while he's suddenly now pushing exposed twelve inches of her protesting rectum that are definitely going to feel it in the dayspring. 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 lather and contorted in ecstasy, and has a quiet moment of triumph all to herself. She squeezes her sphincter around his base, and his eyes nearly roll up into his mind. She enjoys knowing that with just a quickly few squeeze, she could coerce it out of him like toothpaste. Or lube. She considers saying"yes, I like it in my ass. Don't you ?"but decides to make unnecessary that for another metre. Instead, she rears up, all of her weight supported on her big round bum, pressing it down on his pole, and feigns business organization."What's the matter ?"she says, shaking her rose hip and butt a bit, knowing that he's in absolutely no berth to reply. She stretches and turns to look back at where he's penetrating her, and she can see that his turncock is pulsing at the base. A twin dyad of demon and saint appear on her bare shoulders and tell her both to stand immediately and to sit still for a belly-filling moment yearner, and she's not even sure which is which. It's quickly a moot distributor point, however, as though the twain of figures remain nearly perfectly still, he groans, and she can see it on his face a arcsecond before she can actually feel him erupt in her ass, a sudden impact, and then building air pressure, as he fills her now-sticky bowels with a desperate deluge of thick, teased-out sludge. She suddenly finds it difficult to breath, and she realizes that in his excitement, he's squeezing her waistline so tightly that she's locked in place. She feels a little stab of embarrassment at his eagerness, and a little bit of superbia, and to a greater extent than a picayune bit of excitement, herself, knowing that she'd have no option 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 fortune to pick out an alternate ending. She thinks to admonish him that he's hurting her, but he relents before she does, and pulls her down from her position on high, bringing her face close 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 shot in my ass ?"He grabs her by the nape of the neck opening and pulls her into a osculation that she barely fights before returning it in earnest, knowing full-well the form of names he's picking out for her in his point as he frenches her while nutting in her butt. Still, his kiss is affectionate, and she can't flaw a boy for wanting to suppose of her in that way while literally further in her than a thermometer. She wouldn't let him see her rosiness, though.

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

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

"Now you'll have something to look forward to your next birthday for,"she says, eye narrowing, and she can see his terror."Maybe Noel, 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 theme. I only let gentleman fuck my ass."

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

"That's amercement,"she says, running her finger along his chest until it touches his mitt,"you'll find that I am of the highest order of Lady,"she says, taking his finger into her backtalk, 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 relinquish like a Champagne-Ardenne cork, and she resists the urge to let his ample endowment follow. It will read her a bit to get back to a less assailable state, and as it is, she's glad she didn't have a big lunch. Like clockwork, and just like all the others, he eagerly requests to see his handwork. She pushes aside the intellection that he resembles a fresh-faced Edward Young boy who had a new toy to run with, noting that she'd probably have to admonish him after all was said and done that her puckered anus is, in fact, not a toy. A bit indignant, as is her usual conduct 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 hard, with her backside, which was lenient, and she had to include that the odd skin-on-skin impinging was pleasant. She knew he was running his eye up and down her body, or at least, up to the small of her backbone. Looking over her shoulder joint, she confirms her suspicion, as he makes no attempt to attend up at her aspect. She rubs her can on him, and he finally meets her center.

"This is what you want to see, right ?"she says, rolling her middle, before leaning forward, grabbing onto his ankle joint, hiking her rear-end up in the appendage. She shakes it in his face, and swears she can feel him release more cum onto her stomach as a result. He gets an eyeful of the entire, naked moon that he'd been denied viewing while they were actually going at it, as well as a proper view of the place where he'd left behind a few billion sperm. Her anus gapes slightly, looking every bit as outraged as its owner, and for a brief twinkling imitates the amount it was forced open when he was inside of it. Having satisfied his request, Cindy dismounts abruptly, before he has a chance to stick his finger inside. She thinks that his prick can't be much smaller than a fist, but she'd rather not bet her ass on it. When she starts to walk over toward the bathroom, he lunges after her, hugging his facial expression to her fanny. Before he has a chance to motorboat it, like some variety of retard, she spins to face him, and instead he grabs around coxa ( his script, of course of study, finding their way to her cheeks ) and holds onto her. She pats his head, half-affectionately, half-impatiently, and he eventually relinquishes his bear-hug. Her wooden leg wobbly, her knees slightly knocked, she marches ungracefully to the bathroom, closing the doorway behind her. She could hear him half-heartedly complaining that she wasn't being very romanticist, and she muttered to herself that if he put it in her straw man, their lovemaking wouldn't conclude with a passionate trip to sit on the toilet and drop his load a second time. She feels his sperm swimming around in her belly, getting anxious, so she takes a tail, and waiting for his birthday present to finish its journey .