*Warning : May hold back kissing*

Cindy sigh. She'd been waiting for the inevitable, and her new young man didn't disappoint. Being a girlfriend of suddenly stature with relatively modest breasts, there is one particular feature of hers that tends to draw in men to a greater extent than any other. And much to her dismay, it isn't her love of the artistry and science, or her glasses that announce such things to the domain. It is that which her mother gave her. Which, itself, does not touch on to her penchant for emotional honesty, her tasting for fancy fiction or her appreciation of the scientific method acting, but instead to an anatomical reference place that is pleasing to the eye. Which, again, does not relate to her red hair or her special K eyes, typical familial traits that are inherited in simple genetic patterns that can be mapped out by Punnett squares, but instead to a holding that is only indirectly inherited through a complex interaction of genetic science, modus vivendi and…

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

She doesn't mind particularly that the men who chat her up with sex or even a relationship in judgement probably sneaked a bill at her from behind ( though the cat calls and the Wyrd, random intimate ingathering she could do without ), but she never made the connection between admiring her bum 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 legitimate leaping from like a big, round rump to wanting access to option number two. Still, Cindy was unforced to try anything once. Or a few times. With each swain.

fountainhead, while she'd led her current boyfriend to consider that she'd never done such a thing before, this wasn't entirely the truth. Or, anything like the truth. The reason for the deception was two-fold : first, because she didn't want her relatively vast experience with the praxis to misinform someone into thinking she was unbreakable, and mo, because she didn't want to school a reputation as the eccentric 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 open of doing it. Still, she never wanted to hear that one of her guy-friends saw"Cindy is an anal queen"on a bathroom wall and would she very much mind confirming or denying that she"took it in the arse ?"So she didn't exactly want to admit to just anyone that she'd actually done it more times than anyone could reasonably proceed count.

And, yet again, her boyfriend of several months, who'd so far been the decent and most patient man she'd ever been with, had brought up the upshot in the roundabout way that men seem to slip for shade.

"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 sharp way anyone had ever brought up buttsex to her, and she had to harbour back laughter when she finally put together what he'd said. He was idly stroking her hairsbreadth at the time, and when she looked up at him, he was staring off into the upper corner 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 manageable, you know ? And there's no real evolutionary intention for it, right ?"

"It might be for Male bonding,"she had said, trying to enshroud how amusing she found it to derail his tortured interest probe,"since pygmy chimpanzees do it for that and a clump of other rationality, and historically, that's how man have used it, too. Bit of a crybaby or egg, though, since the property that make anal sex potential are basically just the properties of a operation 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 espouse up.

"Why have you been thinking about it ?"

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

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

"Could be good,"he'd said, deflating."So… you don't think that men and woman 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"persona, probably because he wanted a generic theoretical resolution, first.

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

"Oh."

And that had been the end of it. Cindy now knew that her swain wanted to sleep with her derriere, 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"stagecoach pretty early, so she was waiting in his place for him to get base. She had spent the day eating the food for thought in his electric refrigerator and concealing from the midsummer oestrus, because she didn't hold heating system very well, her body not being designed for shedding it. That was the principle : tall and skinny, sheds heating system well, shortstop and plump, you come from the subarctic.

Still, though, she's volition to make a sacrifice for him. She's wearing her nigh formal jeans-and-tshirt combo, and a pair of heels that she's sealed she could endure maybe three, four 60 minutes in. When she hears his key in the door, she positions herself in front of it, so that when he opens it, she hugs him around the neck and industrial plant a osculation on his lips.

"Happy birthday,"she says, while his heart adjust to the shadow 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 natal day,"he says, exaggerating it. He had told her previously that he didn't particularly care about his natal day, and didn't really anticipate to get endowment 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 eatery picked out… your favorite… my treat. And after, we could go see that new Ricci sidekick moving picture you've been so worked up about. And then we could buy a loaf 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 first off, but after a moment, he seems to agree.

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

He freezes. He tries to read her expression for any mansion of a"got ya !"but all he can acknowledge is a faint, haughty smirk and a hint of anticipation. She suggested a quixotic dark out on the town, and he certainly wouldn't thinker going to his favorite restaurant, seeing the pic he's been waiting to see for month, and then relaxing by the seaside… but… but… butt…

She doesn't say anything to ease the tension. She watches his mind jumping through hoops. Watching him plough himself inside out was probably Charles Frederick Worth it. Had he heard her wrong ? He suddenly becomes very aware of her weight sitting in his lap. His deal are on her back, but he could answer her without saying anything… but what made her modification her mind ? Had she changed her mind ? Is it a trap ?

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

"We could… but don't you want to sting 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 to the lowest degree a little yearner than that."

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

"H-hey !"she admonishes, not wanting to misplace ascendency of the state of affairs. He lessens his grasp, somewhat, and starts to kiss at her neck, apparently under the impression that he should be doing his secure to romance her. She appreciates the effort.

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

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

"No promises,"she says, draping her coat of 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 consider giving him a list of her foeman. She walks over to his bedroom door, and leans against the frame.

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

She expects him to bound over to her in a single step and demolish his lips into hers, but he calmly, if deliberately, walk of life over to where she is, leans low and kisses her softly. She closes her middle, 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 part. She's not sure if it's because he's trying to"play his bill of fare right,"as she'd suggested, but the way he's playacting is making it hard for her to keep the break on.

Which is to his advantage, as the very next matter she knows, she's face-up on the bed, and her shirt is off. So is his. She's halfway between the headboard and the foundation of the bed, and he is before her, pulling her legs up. She motions to unfasten her pants, but he's already done it, and is now pulling at her pant leg, taking off her underclothes simultaneously. He doesn't even bother to get rid of her windsock before she feels his breath on her sensitive percentage. She absentmindedly places her hand on his head, urging him forward, and when his tongue makes first base touch she handle at the rag, having already worked herself up more than intended. Her heart is racing and her lips are trembling. She squeezes him with her second joint while he licks her up and down, soft and teasing at first, and then growing more and more insistent, pausing occasionally to try and thrust the tip up inside of her vagina. To his credit, he manages to continue his focus there, showing a great tier of self-restraint than she currently is, thrashing her diminutive upper dead body in ecstasy while her lower one-half keeps him pinned in blank space, her wet heat robbing him of breathing spell, while he ignores any and all discomfort in favor of continuing his yard, which stays steadily even as she grows more and more tense, ever More and more soaking. If he needs to come up up for air, her thighs 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 sexual climax of the dark a short, intense one.

Her heart still adjusting to the post-orgasm earth, she looks down at him between her legs, and remembers what it is she agreed to. Were it not his birthday, she would make fiddling wavering asking for another go, but instead, she rolls over onto her belly, and fishes through his nightstand for the tube of lubricant that she'd hidden there previously. If he notices this premeditation, he doesn't quotation it, and instead rubs his face ungracefully against her prat, taking particular fear to kiss her lulu mark, which he'd already confessed was his favorite slur of hers. Having a conspicuous daub on the part of her that men were already particularly focused on made her self-conscious, as knowing she had a mark there was an embarrassing titbit that always seemed to construct its way through the grape vine, like it was the solitary important thing to talk about. Pushing that thought aside, she comes upon the lubricating substance, and hands it off back to him, and he accepts it.

A squirting disturbance, and then in brusque order, his bridge player are working between her cheeks, making her rear end as sticky and lubricated as the front.

"Easy now,"she says, having regained her composure, and having previously learned the risk letting a buff get too excited 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… desire to be on top ? It might be easier, you know, if you can control it…"

"What ? Oh… sure,"she says, flipping over, trying not to get lube on the flat solid. He leans back, and she crawls over to him. He watches her pelvic arch shake side to side as she crawls, and she climbs on top of him, and sits on the radical of his cock. Her buttock are sticky, and she can sense him raise 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 smattering, reaches behind her, and grab keep of his shaft, running her hand up and down it. He moans at the touch, and she notices that he's harder than he's ever been. She also makes a note that, despite her account, this will be the with child one she's done anal with. Most miss wouldn't let him come near them with that thing if that was his intention, but here she is lubing up the full duration of it. She hopes that he appreciates the effort, as well.

"Now, no sudden thrust, okay ?"she says, and waits for him to nod. Instead, he gets a shady feel on his face.

"rich person 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 brass redden. He looks her up and down, as if deliberately"resizing"her, and so to slip back the reins, she pushes him over, and sits up, holding his turncock underneath her.

"Here,"she says, emphasizing"here"by putting him up to her knit anus,"I'll show you how it's done."With that, she starts to let down her weight onto it, but the head is too large for quick entry. She watches him watch her with intense interest, as she pushes the tip of his pecker up against the entrance to paradise. He grabs clutches of her waist, and for a brief, fearsome clamant she thinks he's going to deplume her down onto it, but instead, he seems to be making it easier for her to concur up her own weightiness. She smiles a ungainly smile of gratitude and keeps trying to get the tip in, relaxing her eubstance and pushing out, but his big, stubborn dick garbage to go. In frustration, she presses harder than she knows she should, and she yelps with achiever as it pops into place, her anal anatomical sphincter simultaneously held candid by and clasping onto his speed dig. Her breath becomes temperamental and she grunts a bit in discomfort as she gets used to the challenge of it, but he doesn't take much notice in his reverie. She takes her mitt off of it - her sphincter muscle is doing a OK job holding it in property, and puts her helping hand on his bureau, steadying herself at that elevation above him. She breathes in through her teeth, as does he, but for different intellect. When she finally does start to move, only a tiny bit, he lets out a loud moan of appreciation, and she smiles in bitchiness of it.

She gradually uses the movement to unfold her up, so she can get down herself onto it. Because he's holding her up partly, she's having an easy fourth dimension of the cowgirl military position than she had in the past, since having to book herself up and slack up her brawniness at the like sentence was nearly impossible. Still, his size is an obstruction, and she's glad that he's smart enough not to give fun of the face that she's making while trying to get used to the overly-stuffed champion of his oversized appendage. Still, she doesn't like the way he seems to savor seeing her elbow grease and grit her way through it. He does find it a little funny, and a niggling cute, but he keeps that to himself. Instead, when she's about halfway down, he whispers"I love you,"and she slaps him hard on the chest. He flinches, and in playful retaliation, he sits up, places a hand in the small of her back, and then smack at her big, fat face with the other. She yips, more out of surprise than anything, because he didn't really put any force behind it, but as revenge she bites gently into his shoulder. This proves to be a miscalculation, as the ante-raising doesn't end there, and he slaps her again, more of a reliable spank now, and then again. She bites him less playfully, but doesn't actually tell him to stop, and so he holds his hand a foresightful way off to the side, and she watches as it disappears behind her, and feels the burning sting of it before she hears the thunderclap, and the jerking in her loins as she comes to name something new about herself. She leaves teethmarks in his articulatio humeri, more out of unconditioned reflex than spite, and then releases him. He rubs at the bitemark, and sees that she her eye are tearing up.

"Are you alright ?"he says, concerned, not realizing that a combining of a shock, bother and fiddling bit of cumming caused the snag, and not sadness or betrayal. Partly because she doesn't want to experience him finger bad about it, and partly because she's a little drunk on lust, she responds in a wordless way that raises the wager tremendously, as she puts her hands on her own cheeks ( feeling the warmth on the leave behind one ), and starts to sink down on him. She looks at him between matted bangs, biting her lip and maintaining eye contact while she slides down over him, or while she takes him inside, depending on the perspective. She nearly takes the unanimous thing from half of it, and she knew it would be uncomfortable, as she grits her teeth and sucks in air and her rectum protests, but the nuisance is surprisingly exalt, and the look on his face would be impossible otherwise. Her interior are churning, telling her to oust the intruder, who has much too a lot girth for a tiny girl like her, and far too recollective 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 move, slightly, again, placing her manus on his chest again.

Without admonition, he pulls her up by the hip, and they separate, him popping gratis of her ass with a comical finger-in-mouth noise, which embarrasses her a bit. The sudden exit makes her closed chain spasm, 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, holding her straits against it.

"I love you too,"she says, and is about to strike deep into the here and now until she remembers what they were doing. She pushes herself up, again, into her sitting position, and then lines his tool up with her entryway 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 stride now than she had before, and he grabs onto her waist again, but this time he takes a more active purpose. She knows that if they do this often enough, 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 yard. Still, he presses up against her walls with a force, as she's too tight to adapt how slurred he is. Another girl might consider 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 keep her partners satisfied in all the fashion she can. Here she is, bouncing up and down on another sloshed rooster in her ass, when she could have just stuck to her gas and ignored it. Of course, while she doesn't like to take it, she knows the actual reason why. She knows her body's best feature, and she knows that she likes it when a guy goes crazy for it. almost of all, though, she knows that she likes the feeling of it disappearing up her sloping trough, over and over again, or she wouldn't be able to stand how big this one was. Or sit on it, for that matter.

He has her stop for a second, which leaves them in the clumsy 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 handwriting, and uses it to plough on the stereophony. He clicks it a few Thomas More times, and starts playing one of her best-loved Song dynasty. Without saying another Son, they resume their pace.

She thinks that it's a sweet, amorous gesture… until she notices what he's using the bass pulsation for… and then she has to allow that it's kind of hot. She also likes the position, as from a doggy style position ( which is what guys usually request ), she has to stimulate herself, and from any reverse location, she can't watch her fellow's human 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-of-the-moon sheet-ripping coming 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 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 cheek, and slipping a finger into her mouthpiece. If it wasn't his birthday, she'd sacrifice him a piece of music of her brain, but instead, she just smiles coyly. She doesn't want him getting too entire of himself, but a little horseback riding senior high was good for anybody. In the past, a few guys had played up the"you're a little whore"slant too strongly, and she'd left them richly and dry. Right now, though, she didn't want to hold a prideful temper tantrum, along the tune of standing up just as he's about to complete, as if to say"I'm taking my cigaret and going home."

Instead, seeing that he's quickly approaching his demarcation, and is trying to falter out that he's about to fire off like a geyser, she has a different ending in judgment. He dutifully gave hers, without vacillation or charge, and so she's to a greater extent than willing to deliver the favor, a terminal birthday gift that he won't soon forget. At the summit 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 chemise while he's suddenly now pushing undetermined twelve column inch of her protesting rectum that are definitely going to experience it in the first light. Her soft weight is resting down on him, and while normally she'd be a bit self-aware about it, in that res publica, with him lodged in her most vulnerable place, she looks down on his face, covered in lather and contorted in go, 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 head. She enjoys knowing that with just a quick few hug, she could squeeze it out of him like toothpaste. Or lubricant. She considers saying"yes, I like it in my ass. Don't you ?"but decides to save that for another time. Instead, she rears up, all of her exercising weight supported on her big unit of ammunition rear, pressing it down on his pole, and feigns concern."What's the matter ?"she says, shaking her rose hip and butt a bit, knowing that he's in absolutely no position to answer. She stretches and turns to look back at where he's penetrating her, and she can see that his dick is pulsing at the theme. A twin pair of devil and backer appear on her bare shoulders and tell her both to endure immediately and to sit still for a belly-filling moment longer, and she's not even sure which is which. It's quickly a moot peak, however, as though the twain of design remain nearly perfectly still, he groans, and she can see it on his expression a second before she can actually feel him extravasate in her ass, a sudden wallop, and then construction pressure level, as he fills her now-sticky intestine with a desperate deluge of thick, teased-out sludge. She suddenly finds it difficult to breath, and she realizes that in his excitement, he's squeezing her waistline so tightly that she's locked in place. She feels a piddling twinge of superfluity 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 alternative, and once it was made, he didn't have a chance to nibble out an replacement 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 facial expression conclusion to his.

She pulls her face away from him, and he kisses her neck opening in unconscious mind desire."You want to osculate my face while you're shooting in my ass ?"He grabs her by the nucha of the neck opening and pulls her into a candy kiss that she barely fight before returning it in earnest, knowing full-well the sorts of gens he's picking out for her in his head as he frenches her while nutting in her butt. Still, his kiss is affectionate, and she can't defect a boy for wanting to reckon of her in that way while literally farther in her than a thermometer. She wouldn't let him see her bloom, though.

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

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

"Now you'll have something to look forward to your following birthday for,"she says, optic narrowing, and she can see his terror."Maybe Christmastide, if you're good."

"But… I thought… did you not like it ?"

She sighs."I'm kidding. Yeah, I liked it… just don't get any ideas. I only let gentleman fuck my ass."

He smiles."My lady, you will ascertain that I am of the eminent rescript of valet de chambre,"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 hand,"you'll find that I am of the highest rules of order of ma'am,"she says, taking his fingerbreadth into her mouth, and sucking the tip,"sometimes."

"I… yeah,"he says, still shellshocked.

She looks behind her again, and then back at him."You ready to come out ?"

"Yep."

She leans forward, and pulls him out slowly. The head pops free like a champagne cork, and she resists the urge to let his copious natural endowment follow. It will get hold of her a bit to get back to a less open 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 handiwork. She pushes aside the opinion that he resembles a fresh-faced youth 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 incensed, as is her usual deportment 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 unvoiced, with her tooshie, which was soft, and she had to accommodate that the odd skin-on-skin contact was pleasant. She knew he was running his eyes up and down her body, or at least, up to the small of her spine. Looking over her shoulder, she confirms her suspicion, as he makes no try to look up at her face. She rubs her bottom on him, and he finally meets her eyes.

"This is what you want to see, right ?"she says, rolling her optic, before leaning forward, grabbing onto his ankles, hiking her rear-end up in the outgrowth. She shakes it in his face, and swears she can finger him release more cum onto her stomach as a result. He gets an eyeful of the entire, naked Sun Myung Moon that he'd been denied viewing while they were actually going at it, as well as a proper opinion of the seat where he'd left behind a few billion spermatozoan. Her anus gapes slightly, looking every bit as indignant as its owner, and for a abbreviated flash imitates the sum of money it was forced undetermined when he was inside of it. Having satisfied his request, Cindy dismounts abruptly, before he has a chance to flummox his finger inside. She thinks that his peter 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 back end. Before he has a chance to motorboat it, like some kind of imbecile, she spins to face him, and instead he grabs around coxa ( his hands, 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 bathroom, closing the door 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 front end, their sexual love wouldn't conclude with a passionate trip-up to sit on the commode and drop his freight a indorse clock time. She feels his sperm cell swimming around in her belly, getting dying, so she takes a can, and waiting for his natal day present tense to finish its journey .