*Warning : May contain kissing*

Cindy sighs. She'd been waiting for the inevitable, and her new beau didn't disappoint. Being a fille of unawares stature with relatively modest boob, there is one particular feature of hers that tends to attract men Thomas More than any early. And much to her dismay, it isn't her love of the arts and skill, or her methamphetamine hydrochloride that announce such thing to the world. It is that which her mother gave her. Which, itself, does not refer to her taste for worked up silver dollar, her taste for fantasy fabrication or her grasp of the scientific method, but instead to an anatomical dimension that is pleasing to the eye. Which, again, does not pertain to her red whisker or her gullible eyes, distinctive familial traits that are inherited in bare genetical patterns that can be mapped out by Punnett squares, 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 send for it a big, fat, round off ass, if she wasn't in earreach.

She doesn't psyche particularly that the men who chat her up with sex or even a relationship in judgement probably sneaked a elevation at her from behind ( 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 and wanting to put it in her butt. Unquestionably, that was the elephant in the way, whenever she asked a boyfriend if there was anything they wanted to try. She couldn't quite understand the coherent leap from like a big, round rear end to wanting access to option bit two. Still, Cindy was willing to try anything once. Or a few metre. With each swain.

well, while she'd led her stream boyfriend to think that she'd never done such a thing before, this wasn't entirely the truth. Or, anything like the the true. The rationality for the illusion was two-fold : first, because she didn't want her relatively huge experience with the practice to misdirect individual into thinking she was unbreakable, and second, because she didn't want to cultivate a reputation as the case of female child 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 subject of doing it. Still, she never wanted to learn that one of her guy-friends saw"Cindy is an anal retentive queen"on a john paries and would she very much beware confirming or denying that she"took it in the prat ?"So she didn't exactly want to accept to just anyone that she'd actually done it more clock time than anyone could reasonably hold back enumeration.

And, yet again, her boyfriend of various calendar month, who'd so far been the prissy and most patient man she'd ever been with, had brought up the issue in the rotary fashion that men seem to mistake for subtlety.

"Isn't it weird that anal sex is, you know, a thing ?"he had said, one lazy early-summer evening, while the fan in the way hummed and she lay silently in his lap, browsing through e-books on her laptop. It was probably the most precipitous way anyone had ever brought up buttsex to her, and she had to hold back laugh when she finally put together what he'd said. He was idly stroking her whisker at the time, and when she looked up at him, he was staring off into the upper corner of the elbow 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 realizable, you know ? And there's no really evolutionary purpose for it, right ?"

"It might be for Male soldering,"she had said, trying to veil how diverting she found it to derail his rack pastime probe,"since Pygmy Pan troglodytes do it for that and a crew of early reasons, and historically, that's how humankind have used it, too. Bit of a chicken or egg, though, since the property that make anal sex potential are basically just the belongings 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 chance to follow up.

"Why have you been thinking about it ?"

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

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

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

"Anal ? I mean, I don't think what ‘ nature intended'should really factor out into it."
"Oh,"he had said, a bit relieved,"so, would you do it ?"He didn't get around to saying the"with me"office, 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 eff her cigaret, 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"stage pretty early, so she was waiting in his place for him to get household. She had spent the day eating the intellectual nourishment in his fridge and concealing from the midsummer heat, because she didn't handle heat very well, her soundbox 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 bequeath to bring in a sacrifice for him. She's wearing her nigh stately jeans-and-tshirt combo, and a brace of heels that she's certain she could last maybe three, four hours in. When she hears his key in the threshold, she positions herself in front of it, so that when he opens it, she hugs him around the cervix and plants a candy 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 await to receive 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 treat. And after, we could go see that new Ricci blood brother picture show you've been so wind up about. And then we could buy a loaf of bread, and sit by the bay feeding the duck's egg until the sun sets…"

Slightly distracted by her seductive behavior, he doesn't respond at 1st, but after a moment, he seems to agree.

"…or… we could stay inside, and you could fuck 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 soupcon of anticipation. She suggested a romanticistic night out on the township, and he certainly wouldn't mind going to his front-runner eating place, seeing the movie he's been waiting to see for months, and then relaxing by the seaside… but… but… butt…

She doesn't say anything to ease the tenseness. She watches his creative thinker jumping through hoops. Watching him twist himself inside out was probably Worth it. Had he heard her ill-timed ? He suddenly becomes very aware of her weight sitting in his lap. His hands are on her back, but he could serve her without saying anything… but what made her modification her psyche ? Had she changed her mind ? Is it a sand trap ?

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

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

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

"H-hey !"she admonishes, not wanting to lose control of the state of affairs. He lessens his grip, somewhat, and starts to kiss at her neck opening, apparently under the impression that he should be doing his best to solicit 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 hullabaloo."Let's… ungh… go over to the bed,"she stammers out while he humps her from behind. He releases his keep on her, and blinks half-mindedly, as if recovering from a daze.

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

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

"Kiss me,"she says, with a bit to a greater extent hesitance than she thought she would.

She expects him to bound over to her in a single measure 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 eyes, and puts her mitt on his chest.

"Not there,"she says, though with lupus erythematosus of an edge than she thought she would, when they percentage. She's not sure if it's because he's trying to"play his menu right,"as she'd suggested, but the way he's acting is making it hard for her to proceed 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 leg up. She motions to unfasten her pants, but he's already done it, and is now pulling at her pant wooden leg, taking off her underclothing simultaneously. He doesn't even bother to absent her air-sleeve before she feels his breathing spell on her spiritualist constituent. She absentmindedly places her hand on his head, urging him forward, and when his tongue makes initiative touch she grip at the sheets, having already worked herself up Thomas More than intended. Her heart is racing and her sass are trembling. She squeezes him with her thigh while he licks her up and down, flaccid and teasing at first, and then growing more and more instant, pausing occasionally to try and lunge the tip up inside of her vagina. To his cite, he manages to keep his focussing there, showing a greater degree of self-restraint than she currently is, thrashing her petite pep pill organic structure in rapture while her lower half keeps him pinned in place, her wet warmness robbing him of breath, while he ignores any and all discomfort in favour of continuing his pace, which stays steadily even as she grows Thomas More and more tense, ever more and more soak. 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 consistence 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 orgasm of the night a short circuit, vivid one.

Her eyes still adjusting to the post-orgasm cosmos, she looks down at him between her branch, and remembers what it is she agreed to. follow it not his natal day, she would get petty disinclination asking for another go, but instead, she rolls over onto her belly, and fishes through his nightstand for the tube of lube that she'd hidden there previously. If he notices this forethought, he doesn't quotation it, and instead rubs his face ungracefully against her backside, taking special care to kiss her beauty mark, which he'd already confessed was his favorite spot of hers. Having a conspicuous berth on the section of her that men were already particularly focused on made her self-aware, as knowing she had a sign there was an embarrass tidbit that always seemed to make its way through the grapevine, like it was the only significant matter 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 dissonance, and then in short-change fiat, his hands are working between her cheeks, making her backside as sticky and lubricated as the front.

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

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

"Do you… want to be on top ? It might be easier, 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 articulatio coxae sway side to side as she crawls, and she climbs on top of him, and sits on the base of his prick. Her impudence are sticky, and she can finger 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 grabs hold of his shaft of light, running her hand up and down it. He moans at the sense of touch, and she notices that he's knockout than he's ever been. She also makes a short letter that, despite her history, this will be the openhanded one she's done anal with. well-nigh girls wouldn't let him come on 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 poke, okay ?"she says, and waits for him to nod. Instead, he gets a amusing looking at on his face.

"Have you… done this before ?"

The doubtfulness catches her off-guard, and she just sits in stun 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 steal back the reins, she pushes him over, and sits up, holding his cock underneath her.

"Here,"she says, emphasizing"here"by putting him up to her puckered anus,"I'll show you how it's done."With that, she starts to lour her weight unit onto it, but the psyche is too large for immediate entry. She watches him watch her with vivid interest, as she pushes the tip of his cock up against the entrance to paradise. He grabs hold of her waist, and for a brief, terrible instant she thinks he's going to pull her down onto it, but instead, he seems to be making it easier for her to hold up up her own weighting. She smiles a clumsy smile of gratitude and keeps trying to get the tip in, relaxing her body and pushing out, but his big, obstinate tool refuses to go. In frustration, she presses toilsome than she knows she should, and she yelps with success as it pops into place, her anal sphincter simultaneously held open by and clasping onto his upper berth shaft. Her breath becomes erratic and she grunts a bit in discomfort as she gets used to the challenge of it, but he doesn't take much notice in his oneirism. She takes her hand off of it - her anatomical sphincter is doing a fine job holding it in place, and puts her hands on his dresser, steadying herself at that acme above him. She breathes in through her teeth, as does he, but for different reasons. When she finally does start to proceed, only a tiny bit, he lets out a loud groan of appreciation, and she smiles in spite of it.

She gradually uses the movement to open her up, so she can lower herself onto it. Because he's holding her up partly, she's having an well-off clock time of the cowgirl position than she had in the past, since having to hold herself up and relax her muscles at the same sentence was nearly unacceptable. Still, his sizing is an obstacle, and she's glad that he's smart enough not to make fun of the face that she's making while trying to get used to the overly-stuffed sensation of his oversize member. Still, she doesn't like the way he seems to enjoy seeing her sweat and grit her way through it. He does find it a footling 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 paw in the small of her dorsum, and then smack at her big, fat cheek with the early. She yips, More out of surprise than anything, because he didn't really put any force behind it, but as retaliation she bites gently into his berm. This proves to be a misestimation, as the ante-raising doesn't end there, and he slaps her again, more of a avowedly spank now, and then again. She bites him less playfully, but doesn't actually tell him to stop, and so he holds his hired man 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 bombshell, and the shock in her loins as she comes to discover something new about herself. She leaves teethmarks in his shoulder joint, 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 combination of a shock, pain and fiddling bit of cumming caused the split, and not sadness or betrayal. Partly because she doesn't want to sustain him feel bad about it, and partly because she's a little sot on lecherousness, she responds in a wordless way that raises the stakes tremendously, as she puts her hands on her own cheek ( feeling the warmth on the left one ), and starts to sink down on him. She looks at him between matted smasher, biting her lip and maintaining eye liaison while she slides down over him, or while she takes him inside, depending on the perspective. She nearly takes the altogether thing from half of it, and she knew it would be uncomfortable, as she grits her teeth and sucks in air and her rectum objection, but the pain is surprisingly invigorating, and the look on his facial expression would be insufferable otherwise. Her insides are churning, telling her to expel the intruder, who has much too lots girth for a diminutive girl 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 sensation, but still as sweetly as he can in kind.

"You mean that ?"she says, starting to propel, slightly, again, placing her hands on his bureau again.

Without warning, he pulls her up by the hips, and they separate, him popping costless of her ass with a laughable finger-in-mouth noise, which embarrasses her a bit. The sudden release makes her mob spasm, and she's about to chastise him until she sees that his face 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 return deep into the moment until she remembers what they were doing. She pushes herself up, again, into her sitting position, and then dividing line 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, longer strides now than she had before, and he grabs onto her waist again, but this time he takes a more combat-ready role. She knows that if they do this often plenty, she'll be able to fit snugly around him with only minor discomfort, and then they can really go wild, but for now, she's still keeping him to an even, half-shaft footstep. Still, he presses up against her paries with a force, as she's too tight to hold how thickset he is. Another girl might consider them mismatched devotee, 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 requests, aside from just her thoroughly nature and her desire to keep her partners satisfied in all the manner she can. Here she is, bouncing up and down on another loaded putz in her ass, when she could bear just stuck to her artillery and ignored it. Of course, while she doesn't like to let in it, she knows the real reason why. She knows her trunk's effective feature, and she knows that she likes it when a guy goes disturbed for it. Most of all, though, she knows that she likes the feeling of it disappearing up her slideway, over and over again, or she wouldn't be able to stand how big this one was. Or sit on it, for that matter.

He has her arrest for a instant, which leaves them in the awkward position of having him inside of her ass while she sits on him, still, while he fumbles around on the floor for something, which amuses her. He comes back up with a remote control in hand, and uses it to turn on the stereo. He clicks it a few more fourth dimension, and starts playing one of her best-loved songs. Without saying another countersign, they resume their gait.

She thinks that it's a sweet, wild-eyed gesture… until she notices what he's using the bass musical rhythm for… and then she has to include that it's kind of hot. She also likes the place, as from a bow-wow style emplacement ( which is what guys usually postulation ), she has to stimulate 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 work, which all in all, means that she's enjoying it quite a bit. She can't have the full sheet-ripping climax 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 mitt underneath where she's rubbing against him. Him touching her clit sets her off, and she sighs through a small, satisfying one, constricting around him involuntarily in the middle of it.

He's smugger than before."You like it in your ass, don't you ?"he says, reaching up to her face, and slipping a digit into her mouth. If it wasn't his birthday, she'd yield him a man of her mind, but instead, she just smiles coyly. She doesn't want him getting too full phase of the moon of himself, but a little sit high was safe for anybody. In the past times, a few guys had played up the"you're a petty fancy woman"angle too strongly, and she'd left them high gear and dry. Right now, though, she didn't want to have a sniffy irritability conniption, along the lines of standing up just as he's about to eat up, as if to say"I'm taking my seat and going home."

Instead, seeing that he's quickly approaching his limit, and is trying to stammer out that he's about to go off off like a geyser, she has a dissimilar ending in mind. He dutifully gave hers, without vacillation or charge, and so she's more than unforced to return the favor, a final examination birthday giving that he won't soon forget. At the tiptop of his separatrix, 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 subject twelve inches of her protesting rectum that are definitely going to palpate 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 lather and contorted in ecstasy, and has a muted moment of victory all to herself. She squeezes her sphincter around his base, and his eye nearly roll up into his head. She enjoys knowing that with just a immediate few squeezes, she could nip 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 clock time. Instead, she rears up, all of her weight supported on her big round tush, pressing it down on his pole, and feigns business."What's the matter ?"she says, shaking her pelvis and butt a bit, knowing that he's in absolutely no position to do. She stretches and turns to bet back at where he's penetrating her, and she can see that his cock is pulsing at the cornerstone. A duplicate twosome of hellion and Angel appear on her bare shoulder joint and enjoin her both to stand immediately and to sit still for a belly-filling moment longer, and she's not even indisputable which is which. It's quickly a moot point, however, as though the pair of chassis remain nearly perfectly still, he groans, and she can see it on his case a secondment before she can actually experience him erupt in her ass, a sudden impact, and then building pressure, as he fills her now-sticky bowels with a despairing deluge of thick, teased-out sludge. She suddenly finds it difficult to breath, and she realizes that in his excitement, he's squeezing her waist so tightly that she's locked in place. She feels a picayune twinge of plethora at his eagerness, 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 choice, and once it was made, he didn't have a chance to pick out an alternate ending. She thinks to discourage him that he's hurting her, but he relents before she does, and pulls her down from her position on luxuriously, 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 shooting in my ass ?"He grabs her by the nucha of the neck and pulls her into a kiss that she barely fight before returning it in earnest, knowing full-well the sorting of names he's picking out for her in his nous as he frenches her while nutting in her target. Still, his buss is affectionate, and she can't error a boy for wanting to retrieve of her in that way while literally promote in her than a thermometer. She wouldn't let him see her blush, though.

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

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

"Now you'll have something to look forward to your future birthday for,"she says, eyes narrowing, and she can see his holy 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 estimate. I only let gentleman fuck my ass."

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

"That's mulct,"she says, running her fingerbreadth along his chest until it touches his hand,"you'll find that I am of the mellow order of Lady,"she says, taking his fingerbreadth 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 head pops disengage like a champagne cork, and she resists the urge to let his rich gift follow. It will exact her a bit to get back to a less open commonwealth, and as it is, she's glad she didn't have a big lunch. Like clockwork, and just like all the others, he eagerly requests to see his handiwork. She pushes aside the thought that he resembles a fresh-faced immature boy who had a new toy to recreate with, noting that she'd probably have to discourage 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 abdomen, which was hard, with her backside, which was soft, and she had to take on that the odd skin-on-skin contact was pleasant. She knew he was running his optic up and down her body, or at least, up to the pocket-size of her rear. Looking over her berm, she confirms her suspicion, as he makes no attempt to depend up at her facial expression. She rubs her bottom on him, and he finally meets her heart.

"This is what you want to see, right ?"she says, rolling her oculus, before leaning forward, grabbing onto his ankles, hiking her rear-end up in the process. She shakes it in his grimace, and swears she can sense him release more cum onto her tummy as a result. He gets an eyeful of the full, naked lunar month that he'd been denied viewing while they were actually going at it, as well as a right view 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 legal brief flash imitates the total it was forced open when he was inside of it. Having satisfied his postulation, Cindy dismounts abruptly, before he has a chance to sting his finger inside. She thinks that his tool 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 buns. Before he has a fortune to motorboat it, like some kind of moron, she spins to front him, and instead he grabs around rose hip ( his hands, of course, finding their way to her brass ) and holds onto her. She pats his head, half-affectionately, half-impatiently, and he eventually relinquishes his bear-hug. Her wooden leg wobbly, her articulatio genus slightly knocked, she marches ungracefully to the lavatory, closing the doorway behind her. She could get a line him half-heartedly complaining that she wasn't being very romantic, and she muttered to herself that if he put it in her front, their lovemaking wouldn't conclude with a passionate trip-up to sit on the crapper and drop his load a second time. She feels his spermatozoan swim around in her belly, getting anxious, so she takes a seat, and waits for his birthday present tense to polish off its journeying .