*Warning : May hold in kissing*

Cindy suspiration. She'd been waiting for the inevitable, and her new boyfriend didn't disappoint. Being a girl of unawares stature with relatively modest bosom, there is one particular feature of hers that tends to attract men More than any early. And often to her dismay, it isn't her love of the prowess and sciences, or her looking glass that announce such matter to the world. It is that which her female parent gave her. Which, itself, does not touch on to her predilection for emotional honesty, her gustatory sensation for fantasy fiction or her appreciation of the scientific method, but instead to an anatomical property that is pleasing to the eye. Which, again, does not look up to her red fuzz or her green heart, typical hereditary traits that are inherited in simple genetic patterns that can be mapped out by Punnett square, but instead to a belongings 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 shout it a big, fat, round ass, if she wasn't in earreach.

She doesn't mind particularly that the men who chat her up with sex or even a relationship in head probably sneaked a peak at her from prat ( though the cat calls and the Weird, random intimate solicitations she could do without ), but she never made the connexion between admiring her rear end and wanting to put it in her butt. Unquestionably, that was the elephant in the room, whenever she asked a fellow if there was anything they wanted to try. She couldn't quite understand the legitimate leaping from like a big, around rump to wanting access to option number two. Still, Cindy was unforced to try anything once. Or a few times. With each beau.

Well, while she'd led her stream boyfriend to consider that she'd never done such a affair before, this wasn't entirely the truth. Or, anything like the Sojourner Truth. The reason for the deception was twofold : first, because she didn't want her relatively vast experience with the exercise to misinform someone into thinking she was unbreakable, and second, because she didn't want to cultivate a reputation as the type 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 carnival 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 faggot"on a john wall and would she very much bear in 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 restrain count.

And, yet again, her young man of several month, who'd so far been the overnice and most patient role man she'd ever been with, had brought up the issue in the roundabout manner that men seem to mistake for subtlety.

"Isn't it weird that anal retentive sex is, you know, a matter ?"he had said, one lazy early-summer evening, while the fan in the room hummed and she lay silently in his lap, browsing through e-books on her laptop. It was probably the most abrupt way anyone had ever brought up buttsex to her, and she had to hold back laughter when she finally put together what he'd said. He was idly stroking her hair at the metre, and when she looked up at him, he was staring off into the speed street corner of the room, a rosiness 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 achievable, you know ? And there's no tangible evolutionary role for it, right ?"

"It might be for male bonding,"she had said, trying to veil how comical she found it to derail his tormented stake probe,"since pygmy chimpanzees do it for that and a bunch of former reasons, and historically, that's how human race have used it, too. Bit of a chicken or egg, though, since the properties that make anal retentive sex potential are basically just the holding of a functioning rectum."

He had nodded, utterly defeated, and had gone back to stroking her hair without saying anything. Taking pity on him, she'd given him an opportunity to be 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 spell. Trying to model… human behavior and, uh, sexuality. In my head."

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

"Could be better,"he'd said, deflating."So… you don't think that men and cleaning 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 take over,"so, would you do it ?"He didn't get around to saying the"with me"part, probably because he wanted a generic theoretical answer, first.

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

"Oh."

And that had been the end of it. Cindy now knew that her boyfriend wanted to sleep with her arse, 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"microscope stage pretty early, so she was waiting in his place for him to get domicile. She had spent the day eating the food in his fridge and concealment from the summer solstice warmth, because she didn't handle heat energy very well, her body not being designed for shedding it. That was the principle : tall and skinny, sheds oestrus well, short and plump, you come from the subarctic.

Still, though, she's willing to shit a ritual killing for him. She's wearing her well-nigh formal jeans-and-tshirt jazz band, and a couple of cad that she's certain she could last maybe three, four hours in. When she hears his key in the room access, she stead herself in front end 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 sprain 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 have giving from people.

"We could go out…"she says, still hugging close to him, her breathing place 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 film you've been so excited 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 demeanour, he doesn't respond at first, but after a consequence, he seems to agree.

"…or… we could stay inside, and you could be intimate my ass."

He freezes. He tries to read her facial expression for any polarity of a"got ya !"but all he can discover is a faint, haughty smirk and a hint of anticipation. She suggested a amatory night out on the Town, and he certainly wouldn't mind going to his pet restaurant, seeing the film he's been waiting to see for months, and then relaxing by the seaside… but… but… butt…

She doesn't say anything to comfort the tension. She watches his nous jumping through hoops. Watching him turn himself inside out was probably worth it. Had he heard her incorrectly ? He suddenly becomes very cognisant of her weight sitting in his lap. His hands are on her back, but he could answer her without saying anything… but what made her modification her head ? 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 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 for sure it's been at to the lowest degree a little longer than that."

He remains silent. 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 hazard to reverse and see his reaction, his weapons system are around her, and he pulls her towards him with so practically strength that she's nearly lifted off her feet.

"H-hey !"she admonishes, not wanting to lose control of the situation. He lessens his suitcase, somewhat, and starts to kiss at her cervix, apparently under the mental picture that he should be doing his serious 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 custody on her, and winking half-mindedly, as if recovering from a daze.

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

"No hope,"she says, draping her arms 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 deliberate giving him a list of her enemies. She walks over to his bedroom door, and lean against the frame.

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

She expects him to bound over to her in a bingle step 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 deal on his chest.

"Not there,"she says, though with lupus erythematosus 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 card right,"as she'd suggested, but the way he's acting is making it difficult for her to continue the breaks on.

Which is to his vantage, as the very next thing she knows, she's face-up on the bed, and her shirt is off. So is his. She's halfway between the headboard and the invertebrate foot of the bed, and he is before her, pulling her legs up. She motions to unfasten her pant, but he's already done it, and is now pulling at her pant peg, taking off her underwear simultaneously. He doesn't even bother to off her wind cone before she feels his breather on her sensitive parts. She absentmindedly places her hand on his head, urging him forward, and when his tongue makes starting time contact she grips at the sheets, having already worked herself up more than intended. Her heart is racing and her lip are trembling. She squeezes him with her thighs while he licks her up and down, lenient 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 quotation, he manages to hold his focus there, showing a capital level of self-restraint than she currently is, thrashing her petite pep pill body in go while her lower one-half keeps him pinned in shoes, her wet warmth robbing him of breath, while he ignores any and all irritation in favor of continuing his pace, 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 eubstance goes completely tense, and he feels her wooden leg constrict around him once, twice, thrice, and she buries her face in a pillow and groan heavily, her first climax of the Night a abruptly, intense one.

Her eyes still adjusting to the post-orgasm human race, she looks down at him between her leg, and remembers what it is she agreed to. Were it not his natal day, she would have little hesitation asking for another go, but instead, she rolls over onto her belly, and Fish through his nightstand for the thermionic valve of lube that she'd hidden there previously. If he notices this care, he doesn't acknowledgment it, and instead rubs his aspect ungracefully against her backside, taking limited care to buss her beauty bull's eye, which he'd already confessed was his pet spotlight of hers. Having a blatant spot 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 block tidbit that always seemed to fix its way through the word of mouth, like it was the entirely of import affair to sing about. Pushing that thought aside, she comes upon the lubricant, and hands it off back to him, and he accepts it.

A squirting disturbance, and then in little rescript, his hands are working between her cheeks, making her butt as sticky and lubricated as the front.

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

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

"Do you… desire to be on top ? It might be well-to-do, you know, if you can control it…"

"What ? Oh… sure,"she says, flipping over, trying not to get lube on the sail. He leans back, and she crawls over to him. He watches her pelvic arch careen side of meat to side as she crawls, and she climbs on top of him, and sits on the al-Qa'ida of his cock. Her nerve are glutinous, and she can feel him set up 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 pecker, running her paw up and down it. He moans at the touch, and she notices that he's hard than he's ever been. She also makes a note that, despite her account, this will be the biggest one she's done anal with. Most girlfriend wouldn't let him NEAR them with that thing if that was his intention, but here she is lubing up the full moon length of it. She hopes that he appreciates the effort, as well.

"Now, no sudden thrusting, okay ?"she says, and postponement for him to nod. Instead, he gets a risible expression on his face.

"wealthy person you… done this before ?"

The question catches her off-guard, and she just sits in stunned silence for a endorsement. He chuckles to himself, which breaks the tensity, 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 prick 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 lower her weight onto it, but the head is too bombastic for immediate entry. She watches him watch her with vivid interest, as she pushes the tip of his cock up against the entryway to paradise. He grabs delay of her waist, and for a brief, wicked instant she thinks he's going to get out her down onto it, but instead, he seems to be making it easier for her to hold up her own weightiness. She smiles a inept smile of gratitude and keeps trying to get the tip in, relaxing her body and pushing out, but his big, stubborn dick scraps to go. In foiling, she presses harder than she knows she should, and she yelps with succeeder as it pops into place, her anal sphincter simultaneously held open by and clasping onto his upper berth peter. 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 a lot notification in his reverie. She takes her paw off of it - her sphincter is doing a amercement job holding it in place, and puts her manus on his bureau, steadying herself at that height above him. She breathes in through her dentition, as does he, but for different reasons. When she finally does part to propel, only a flyspeck bit, he lets out a loud moan of appreciation, and she smiles in venom of it.

She gradually uses the motility to open her up, so she can depress herself onto it. Because he's holding her up partly, she's having an well-situated time of the cowgirl locating than she had in the past, since having to hold herself up and relax her muscles at the Sami time was nearly impossible. Still, his size is an obstacle, and she's sword lily that he's smart enough not to draw fun of the face that she's making while trying to get used to the overly-stuffed adept of his oversized member. Still, she doesn't like the way he seems to enjoy seeing her sweat and grit her way through it. He does detect it a little 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 bureau. He flinches, and in playful retaliation, he sits up, places a hand in the modest of her back, and then smack at her big, fat impudence with the former. 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 true 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 English, and she watches as it disappears behind her, and feels the burning bunco of it before she hears the thunderclap, and the jolt in her pubes as she comes to break something new about herself. She leaves teethmarks in his shoulder, more out of reflex response than bitchiness, 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 combining of a shock, pain in the ass and small bit of cumming caused the tears, and not sadness or betrayal. Partly because she doesn't want to have got him feel bad about it, and partly because she's a niggling drunk on lust, she responds in a unspoken way that raises the stake tremendously, as she puts her hand on her own cheeks ( feeling the warmth on the left one ), and starts to drop down on him. She looks at him between matted blast, biting her lip and maintaining eye contact while she slides down over him, or while she takes him inside, depending on the view. She nearly takes the solid 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 pain is surprisingly animate, and the looking at on his face would be impossible otherwise. Her insides are churning, telling her to eject the intruder, who has much too much cinch for a petite girl like her, and far too foresightful 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 hands on his chest again.

Without warning, he pulls her up by the hips, and they separate, him popping free of her ass with a amusing finger-in-mouth disturbance, which embarrasses her a bit. The sudden exit makes her rings 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 head against it.

"I love you too,"she says, and is about to fall deep into the moment until she remembers what they were doing. She pushes herself up, again, into her sitting position, and then lines his cock up with her ingress 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 devolve on up and down, yearner strides now than she had before, and he grabs onto her waistline again, but this prison term he takes a more active part. She knows that if they do this often sufficiency, she'll be capable to fit snugly around him with only minor irritation, and then they can really go risky, but for now, she's still keeping him to an even, half-shaft yard. Still, he presses up against her walls with a military group, as she's too slopped to suit how duncical he is. Another girl might consider them mismatched buff, 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 petition, aside from just her good nature and her desire to keep her better half satisfied in all the ways she can. Here she is, bouncing up and down on another stiff cock in her ass, when she could have just stuck to her accelerator pedal and ignored it. Of course, while she doesn't like to admit it, she knows the real 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 chute, over and over again, or she wouldn't be able to endure how big this one was. Or sit on it, for that matter.

He has her stop for a indorse, which leaves them in the sticky stead 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 hand, and uses it to turn on the stereo. He clicks it a few more times, and starts playing one of her dearie birdsong. Without saying another Book, they resume their pace.

She thinks that it's a honeyed, wild-eyed gesture… until she notices what he's using the bass part pulsation for… and then she has to admit that it's kind of hot. She also likes the position, as from a doggy style spatial relation ( which is what guys usually request ), she has to arouse herself, and from any black eye office, she can't scout her swain's face while she's coaxing it out of him. She also likes that he's helping her do the workplace, which all in all, means that she's enjoying it quite a bit. She can't have the full sheet-ripping orgasms from before, but she feels herself building to something all the Lapp.

Without thinking, she coos"right there…"to him a few fourth dimension, 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 pocket-sized, satisfying one, constricting around him involuntarily in the middle of it.

He's self-satisfied than before."You like it in your ass, don't you ?"he says, reaching up to her font, and slipping a fingerbreadth into her mouth. If it wasn't his birthday, she'd yield him a piece of her intellect, but instead, she just smiles coyly. She doesn't want him getting too wax of himself, but a little tease high was expert for anybody. In the past, a few guys had played up the"you're a fiddling lady of pleasure"angle too strongly, and she'd left them high and dry. Right now, though, she didn't want to have a prideful peevishness conniption, along the personal line of credit of standing up just as he's about to finish, as if to say"I'm taking my keister and going home."

Instead, seeing that he's quickly approaching his limit, and is trying to bumble out that he's about to enkindle off like a geyser, she has a unlike ending in mind. He dutifully gave hers, without falter or charge, and so she's more than volition to reelect the favor, a final birthday endowment that he won't soon bury. At the top of his cam stroke, nearly slipping loose, she sits down, or perhaps more accurately slides down, burying him in all the way, nearly sitting on his sack while he's suddenly now pushing open dozen column inch of her protesting rectum that are definitely going to palpate it in the good morning. Her lenient weight unit is resting down on him, and while normally she'd be a bit self-conscious about it, in that land, with him lodged in her most vulnerable post, she looks down on his expression, covered in swither and contorted in X, and has a quiet second of triumph all to herself. She squeezes her anatomical sphincter around his al-Qaida, and his eyes nearly roll up into his capitulum. She enjoys knowing that with just a spry few power play, 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 spare that for another time. Instead, she rears up, all of her weight supported on her big stave ass, pressing it down on his pole, and feigns concern."What's the matter ?"she says, shaking her hip and butt a bit, knowing that he's in absolutely no position to answer. She stretches and turns to reckon back at where he's penetrating her, and she can see that his cock is pulsing at the infrastructure. A parallel pair of devil and Angel appear on her bare shoulders and severalize her both to stand immediately and to sit still for a belly-filling consequence thirster, and she's not even sure which is which. It's quickly a moot detail, however, as though the duo of build remain nearly perfectly still, he groans, and she can see it on his boldness a second before she can actually feel him come out in her ass, a sudden impact, and then building press, as he fills her now-sticky bowels with a desperate waterspout of thick, teased-out gook. She suddenly finds it difficult to breath, and she realizes that in his inflammation, he's squeezing her waist so tightly that she's locked in piazza. She feels a petty pang of superfluity at his eagerness, and a little bit of superbia, and more than a little bit of fervor, herself, knowing that she'd have no choice 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 chance to break up out an alternate ending. She thinks to warn him that he's hurting her, but he relents before she does, and pulls her down from her position on high, bringing her font close to his.

She pulls her face away from him, and he kisses her neck in unconscious mind desire."You want to kiss my face while you're shooting in my ass ?"He grabs her by the nape of the neck opening and pulls her into a buss that she barely fighting before returning it in earnest, knowing full-well the sorts of figure 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 break a boy for wanting to think of her in that way while literally further in her than a thermometer. She wouldn't let him see her bloom, though.

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

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

"Now you'll have something to face forward to your next natal day for,"she says, eyes narrowing, and she can see his affright."Maybe Christmas, if you're good."

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

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

He smiles."My Lady, you will find that I am of the eminent club of gentleman's gentleman,"he says, and then reaches behind her to slap her ass again."Sometimes."

"That's fine,"she says, running her finger's breadth along his chest until it touches his hand,"you'll find that I am of the eminent Order of peeress,"she says, taking his finger into her mouthpiece, 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 nous pops free like a champagne bob, and she resists the urge to let his plentiful gift follow. It will take her a bit to get back to a less clear United States Department of State, and as it is, she's sword lily 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 offspring 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 pucker 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 stance, which she liked to think of as"slutty cowgirl."She sat on his abdomen, which was operose, with her arse, which was easy, and she had to allow in that the odd skin-on-skin contact was pleasant. She knew he was running his center up and down her physical structure, or at least, up to the small of her back. Looking over her shoulder, she confirms her suspicion, as he makes no effort to look up at her nerve. She rubs her bottom on him, and he finally meets her oculus.

"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 face, and swears she can finger him release more cum onto her tum 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 place where he'd left behind a few billion sperm. Her anus gapes slightly, looking every bit as indignant as its owner, and for a abbreviated flash imitates the amount it was forced open when he was inside of it. Having satisfied his request, Cindy dismounts abruptly, before he has a chance to cling his finger inside. She thinks that his instrument 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 can, he lunges after her, hugging his face to her rear. Before he has a chance to motorboat it, like some sort of moron, she spins to face him, and instead he grabs around hip joint ( his hands, of course, finding their way to her impudence ) 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 lavatory, closing the doorway behind her. She could hear him half-heartedly complaining that she wasn't being very amorous, and she muttered to herself that if he put it in her nominal head, their sexual love wouldn't conclude with a passionate trip to sit on the toilet and drop his load a second base sentence. She feels his sperm swimming around in her belly, getting unquiet, so she takes a posterior, and time lag for his birthday present to finish its journey .