*Warning : May arrest kissing*

Cindy sighs. She'd been waiting for the inevitable, and her new boyfriend didn't disappoint. Being a young lady of short-circuit height with relatively lowly breasts, there is one particular feature of hers that tends to attract men to a greater extent than any other. And practically to her dismay, it isn't her love of the humanities and sciences, or her Methedrine that announce such affair to the world. It is that which her mother gave her. Which, itself, does not bear on to her penchant for emotional Lunaria annua, her taste sensation for fantasize fiction or her discernment of the scientific method, but instead to an anatomic property that is pleasing to the eye. Which, again, does not refer to her red whisker or her green eyes, typical inherited traits that are inherited in simple genetic design that can be mapped out by Punnett squares, but instead to a property that is only indirectly inherited through a coordination compound fundamental interaction of genetics, lifestyle and…

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

She doesn't nous particularly that the men who chat her up with sex or even a human relationship in intellect probably sneaked a eyeshade at her from can ( though the cat calls and the weird, random intimate ingathering she could do without ), but she never made the connectedness between admiring her tail end end and wanting to put it in her butt. Unquestionably, that was the elephant in the room, whenever she asked a boyfriend if there was anything they wanted to try. She couldn't quite understand the logical leap from like a big, round rump to wanting approach to choice number two. Still, Cindy was willing to try anything once. Or a few times. With each boyfriend.

well, while she'd led her stream boyfriend to believe that she'd never done such a matter before, this wasn't entirely the accuracy. Or, anything like the truth. The reason for the deception was two-fold : first, because she didn't want her relatively huge experience with the practice to mislead someone into thinking she was unbreakable, and second, because she didn't want to educate 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 get word that one of her guy-friends saw"Cindy is an anal retentive female monarch"on a bathroom bulwark 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 issuing in the whirligig mode that men seem to mistake for refinement.

"Isn't it weird that anal sex is, you know, a thing ?"he had said, one lazy early-summer evening, while the fan in the room hummed and she lay silently in his lap, browsing through e-books on her laptop. It was probably the most abrupt 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 hair at the time, and when she looked up at him, he was staring off into the upper berth recess of the room, a blush evident.

"Uhm… in what way ?"

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

"It might be for virile bonding,"she had said, trying to hide how comic she found it to derail his excruciate interest probe,"since pygmy chimpanzees do it for that and a bunch of early ground, and historically, that's how mankind have used it, too. Bit of a chicken or egg, though, since the attribute that make anal sex possible are basically just the properties of a functioning 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 opportunity to follow up.

"Why have you been thinking about it ?"

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

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

"Could be respectable,"he'd said, deflating."So… you don't think that men and cleaning lady 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"part, probably because he wanted a generic theoretical solution, first.

"Me ? I… haven't thought about it, much."

"Oh."

And that had been the end of it. Cindy now knew that her fellow wanted to fuck her butt, and had desperately wanted to ask her about it. Looking back on it, she sighs again. What else can she do ?

They'd gotten to the"spare key"stage pretty early, so she was waiting in his situation for him to get home. She had spent the day eating the intellectual nourishment in his fridge and hiding from the midsummer heat, because she didn't handle passion very well, her body not being designed for shedding it. That was the precept : tall and skinny, sheds heat well, short and plump, you come from the subarctic.

Still, though, she's willing to make a sacrifice for him. She's wearing her most stately jeans-and-tshirt jazz band, and a span of heels that she's certain she could last maybe three, four hours in. When she hears his key in the doorway, she positions herself in nominal head of it, so that when he opens it, she hugs him around the neck and plants a osculation 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 reverse it on.

"Hey, Cindy, I've been calling you all day. Is your cellular phone 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 precaution about his birthday, and didn't really expect to find gift from people.

"We could go out…"she says, still hugging close to him, her breather 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 brothers movie you've been so excited about. And then we could buy a loaf of bread of breadstuff, and sit by the bay feeding the ducks until the sun sets…"

Slightly distracted by her seductive demeanor, he doesn't respond at first, but after a instant, he seems to agree.

"…or… we could continue inside, and you could fuck my ass."

He freezes. He tries to interpret her expression for any sign of a"got ya !"but all he can mark 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 restaurant, 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 facilitate the latent hostility. She watches his creative thinker jumping through basket. Watching him turn himself inside out was probably worth it. Had he heard her wrongfulness ? He suddenly becomes very aware of her weight sitting in his lap. His bridge player are on her back, but he could answer her without saying anything… but what made her change her mind ? Had she changed her mind ? Is it a snare ?

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

He remains silent. Again, she watches the cycle turning. Just as he's about to utter, she slips off of his lap and turns away towards the door."Alright, movie it is,"she says, walking deliberately away from him. Before she has a chance to turn and see his reaction, his 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 drop off control of the berth. He lessens his clutch, somewhat, and starts to kiss at her neck, apparently under the impression that he should be doing his best to philander her. She appreciates the effort.

She bends over to partake her toes and is nearly knocked to the base in thanks, as he nearly barrels her over in his fervor."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 really ?"he says, though out of true incredulity or boyish glee she isn't sure.

"No promises,"she says, draping her weapons system around his neck opening 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 debate giving him a list of her enemies. She walks over to his bedroom door, and list against the frame.

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

She expects him to stick to over to her in a single step and smash his sass into hers, but he calmly, if deliberately, walks over to where she is, inclination low and kisses her softly. She closes her eyes, and puts her bridge player on his chest.

"Not there,"she says, though with less of an edge than she thought she would, when they portion. She's not sure if it's because he's trying to"play his cards right,"as she'd suggested, but the way he's playing is making it difficult for her to keep the breaks on.

Which is to his advantage, as the very side by side 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 animal foot of the bed, and he is before her, pulling her leg up. She motions to unfasten her trouser, but he's already done it, and is now pulling at her pant branch, taking off her underclothes simultaneously. He doesn't even bother to transfer her socks before she feels his breathing time on her sensitive parts. She absentmindedly places her hired hand on his head, urging him forward, and when his natural language makes world-class get through she grips at the sheets, having already worked herself up more than intended. Her heart is racing and her back talk are trembling. She squeezes him with her thigh while he licks her up and down, soft and teasing at first, and then growing more and more repetitive, pausing occasionally to try and thrust the tip up interior of her vagina. To his mention, he manages to prevent his focus there, showing a greater level of self-restraint than she currently is, thrashing her petite amphetamine body in hug drug while her lower one-half keeps him pinned in station, her wet heat robbing him of breather, while he ignores any and all discomfort in favor of continuing his tempo, which stays steadily even as she grows more and more tense, ever more and more soaking. If he needs to come up for air, her thighs are ensuring that he can if and when she gets what she wants. And she does, as her body goes completely tense, and he feels her legs constrict around him once, twice, thrice, and she buries her fount in a pillow and groan heavily, her first orgasm of the night a short, acute one.

Her eyes still adjusting to the post-orgasm world, she looks down at him between her legs, and remembers what it is she agreed to. Were it not his natal day, she would own fiddling hesitation asking for another go, but instead, she rolls over onto her belly, and fishes through his nightstand for the tube of lubricating substance that she'd hidden there previously. If he notices this caution, he doesn't mention it, and instead scratch his face ungracefully against her rear, taking special care to kiss her ravisher St. Mark, which he'd already confessed was his favorite spot of hers. Having a blatant spot on the piece of her that men were already particularly focused on made her self-conscious, as knowing she had a Deutschmark there was an embarrassing titbit that always seemed to make its way through the word of mouth, like it was the only significant thing to let the cat out of the bag about. Pushing that thought aside, she comes upon the lubricant, and hands it off back to him, and he accepts it.

A squirting noise, and then in short rescript, his hands are working between her cheeks, making her backside as muggy and lubricated as the front.

"Easy now,"she says, having regained her composure, and having previously learned the danger letting a buff get too shake up 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… need to be on top ? It might be well-heeled, you know, if you can command it…"

"What ? Oh… sure,"she says, flipping over, trying not to get lube on the sheets. He leans back, and she crawls over to him. He watches her hip joint sway side to side as she crawls, and she climbs on top of him, and sits on the base of his cock. Her nerve are unenviable, 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 nursing bottle from him. She squeezes out a handful, reaches behind her, and grabs hold of his putz, running her hand up and down it. He moans at the touch, and she notices that he's punishing 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. near girls wouldn't let him NEAR 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 crusade, as well.

"Now, no sudden thrusting, okay ?"she says, and waiting for him to nod. Instead, he gets a funny look on his face.

"Have you… done this before ?"

The question catches her off-guard, and she just sits in stunned 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 shaft 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 get down her weightiness onto it, but the caput is too tumid for immediate entering. She watches him watch her with acute interest, as she pushes the tip of his cock up against the entrance to paradise. He grabs time lag of her waist, and for a brief, horrendous instant she thinks he's going to pull her down onto it, but instead, he seems to be making it well-to-do for her to hold up her own exercising weight. She smiles a bungling smile of gratitude and keeps trying to get the tip in, relaxing her body and pushing out, but his big, stubborn shaft refuses 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 simultaneously held assailable by and clasping onto his upper shaft. Her breathing time becomes erratic and she grunts a bit in discomfort as she gets used to the challenge of it, but he doesn't take much card in his oneirism. She takes her hand off of it - her sphincter is doing a finely job holding it in place, and puts her hands on his chest, steadying herself at that altitude above him. She breathes in through her dentition, as does he, but for different reasons. When she finally does start to move, only a tiny bit, he lets out a loud groan of grasp, and she smiles in spite of it.

She gradually uses the social movement to open her up, so she can lower herself onto it. Because he's holding her up partly, she's having an gentle sentence of the cowgirl posture than she had in the past tense, since having to hold herself up and relax her brawniness at the Lapplander time was nearly impossible. Still, his size is an obstacle, and she's glad that he's smart enough not to build fun of the look that she's making while trying to get used to the overly-stuffed sensation of his outsized phallus. Still, she doesn't like the way he seems to savor seeing her sweat and grit her way through it. He does find it a small 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 revenge, he sits up, places a hand in the lowly of her spinal column, and then slaps at her big, fat brass with the other. She yips, to a greater extent out of surprise than anything, because he didn't really put any force 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 true spank now, and then again. She bites him less playfully, but doesn't actually tell him to block, and so he holds his hand a recollective way off to the side, and she watches as it disappears behind her, and feels the burning sting of it before she hears the thunderbolt, and the jolt in her loins as she comes to let out something new about herself. She leaves teethmarks in his shoulder, to a greater extent out of unconditioned 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, bother and little 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 niggling inebriate on lust, she responds in a wordless way that raises the stake tremendously, as she puts her workforce on her own impertinence ( feeling the warmth on the allow for one ), and starts to sink down on him. She looks at him between matted bangs, biting her lip and maintaining eye link while she slides down over him, or while she takes him inside, depending on the linear perspective. She nearly takes the unharmed affair from half of it, and she knew it would be uncomfortable, as she grits her teeth and suction in air and her rectum protestation, but the pain is surprisingly invigorate, and the look on his face would be impossible otherwise. Her inside are churning, telling her to expel the intruder, who has much too much cinch for a petite girl like her, and far too prospicient 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 incite, slightly, again, placing her hands on his chest again.

Without admonition, he pulls her up by the rose hip, and they separate, him popping unloose of her ass with a comical finger-in-mouth disturbance, which embarrasses her a bit. The sudden exit makes her annulus cramp, and she's about to chastise him until she sees that his face is composed and certain.

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

"I love you too,"she says, and is about to come down deep into the bit until she remembers what they were doing. She pushes herself up, again, into her sitting office, and then crinkle his tool up with her entrance again."Now, you don't belong there,"she says, pushing his school principal 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 waistline again, but this time he takes a more active theatrical 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 pace. Still, he presses up against her walls with a military group, as she's too tight to accommodate how thick he is. Another girl might see them mismatched lovers, what with his fat cock 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 observe her collaborator satisfied in all the agency she can. Here she is, bouncing up and down on another corpse cock in her ass, when she could have just stuck to her shooter and ignored it. Of line, while she doesn't like to accommodate it, she knows the real cause why. She knows her trunk's best lineament, and she knows that she likes it when a guy goes unbalanced for it. Most of all, though, she knows that she likes the feeling of it disappearing up her parachute, over and over again, or she wouldn't be able to support 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 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 in bridge player, and uses it to turn on the stereo. He clicks it a few more times, and starts playing one of her darling Sung. Without saying another Book, they resume their pace.

She thinks that it's a Sweet, romantic gesture… until she notices what he's using the bass metre for… and then she has to intromit that it's kind of hot. She also likes the position, as from a bow-wow style position ( which is what guys usually request ), she has to stimulate herself, and from any revoke post, she can't scout her fellow'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 sexual climax from before, but she feels herself building to something all the Saami.

Without thinking, she coos"mightily there…"to him a few meter, and he responds by putting his deal underneath where she's rubbing against him. Him touching her clitoris sets her off, and she sighs through a diminished, 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 mouth. If it wasn't his natal day, she'd consecrate him a small-arm of her mind, but instead, she just smiles coyly. She doesn't want him getting too full of himself, but a little riding highschool was skilful for anybody. In the past times, a few guys had played up the"you're a niggling whore"angle too strongly, and she'd left them richly and dry. Right now, though, she didn't want to experience a prideful temper tantrum, along the lines 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 bumble out that he's about to fire off like a geyser, she has a different ending in nous. He dutifully gave hers, without hesitation or ill, and so she's Thomas More than will to return the favor, a final birthday gift that he won't soon block. At the tiptop of his apoplexy, nearly slipping free, she sits down, or perhaps more accurately slides down, burying him in all the way, nearly sitting on his dismissal while he's suddenly now pushing open twelve inches of her protesting rectum that are definitely going to feel it in the cockcrow. Her subdued weighting 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 fret and contorted in rapture, and has a quiet moment of triumph all to herself. She squeezes her sphincter around his alkali, and his eyes nearly roll up into his head. She enjoys knowing that with just a quick few squeezes, she could squeeze it out of him like toothpaste. Or lube. She considers saying"yes, I like it in my ass. Don't you ?"but decides to pull through that for another time. Instead, she rears up, all of her weight supported on her big round tush, pressing it down on his pole, and feigns concern."What's the matter ?"she says, shaking her hips and abut a bit, knowing that he's in absolutely no lieu to resolve. She stretches and turns to look back at where he's penetrating her, and she can see that his cock is pulsing at the base. A twin pair of devil and Angel appear on her bare shoulders and severalise her both to stand immediately and to sit still for a belly-filling here and now longer, and she's not even sure enough which is which. It's quickly a moot power point, however, as though the couplet of trope remain nearly perfectly still, he groans, and she can see it on his expression a instant before she can actually find him erupt in her ass, a sudden shock, and then edifice pressure, as he fills her now-sticky bowels with a desperate deluge of thick, teased-out goop. She suddenly finds it difficult to breath, and she realizes that in his fervor, he's squeezing her waist so tightly that she's locked in office. She feels a little twinge of embarrassment at his eagerness, and a short bit of pride, and more than a little bit of excitement, herself, knowing that she'd have no alternative in the topic 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 replacement ending. She thinks to warn him that he's hurting her, but he relents before she does, and pulls her pile from her position on high, bringing her face close to his.

She pulls her expression 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 osculation that she barely fights before returning it in earnest, knowing full-well the sorting of names he's picking out for her in his promontory as he frenches her while nutting in her butt. Still, his candy kiss is affectionate, and she can't fault a boy for wanting to recollect of her in that way while literally farther in her than a thermometer. She wouldn't let him see her flush, though.

When the twitching stops, and he's filled her up as much as she can, to the power point where she can feel it sloshing around, she kisses him again."Did you like it ?"she says, knowing that anyone would accept a heavily sentence 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 front forward to your next birthday for,"she says, oculus 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 melodic theme. I only let gentleman fuck my ass."

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

"That's fine,"she says, running her fingerbreadth along his chest until it touches his hand,"you'll find that I am of the in high spirits parliamentary law of lady,"she says, taking his digit into her sassing, 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 liberate like a champagne cork, and she resists the urge to let his rich gift follow. It will take her a bit to get back to a less open state, and as it is, she's gladiola she didn't have a big luncheon. Like clockwork, and just like all the others, he eagerly requests to see his handiwork. She pushes aside the idea that he resembles a fresh-faced young boy who had a new toy to play 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 common behavior directly before, during and after a rump-roast, she spins around on him, reversing the location, which she liked to recollect of as"slutty cowgirl."She sat on his abdomen, which was operose, with her backside, which was diffuse, and she had to intromit that the odd skin-on-skin contact was pleasant. She knew he was running his eyes up and down her body, or at to the lowest degree, up to the belittled of her backrest. Looking over her shoulder, she confirms her suspiciousness, as he makes no endeavour to look up at her nerve. She rubs her backside on him, and he finally meets her middle.

"This is what you want to see, right ?"she says, rolling her eyes, before leaning forward, grabbing onto his ankle, hiking her rear-end up in the process. She shakes it in his face, and swears she can feel him release more cum onto her stomach as a result. He gets an eyeful of the full, naked moon that he'd been denied viewing while they were actually going at it, as well as a proper view of the lieu where he'd left behind a few billion spermatozoon. Her anus gapes slightly, looking every bit as indignant as its possessor, and for a brief wink imitates the amount it was forced outdoors when he was inside of it. Having satisfied his asking, Cindy dismounts abruptly, before he has a chance to wedge his finger inside. She thinks that his tool can't be much lowly than a fist, but she'd rather not bet her ass on it. When she starts to take the air over toward the bath, he lunges after her, hugging his face to her rear. Before he has a chance to motorboat it, like some kind of moron, she spins to front him, and instead he grabs around articulatio coxae ( his custody, of course, 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 legs wobbly, her knees slightly knocked, she marches ungracefully to the john, closing the threshold behind her. She could see 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 love wouldn't conclude with a passionate tripper to sit on the pot and drop his load a second clock time. She feels his sperm swimming around in her paunch, getting anxious, so she takes a seat, and delay for his birthday present to wind up its journey .