*Warning : May curb kissing*

Cindy sighs. She'd been waiting for the inevitable, and her new boyfriend didn't disappoint. Being a fille of short circuit stature with relatively modest chest, there is one picky feature article of hers that tends to attract men more than any other. And very much to her dismay, it isn't her love of the arts and sciences, or her methamphetamine that announce such things to the earthly concern. It is that which her female parent gave her. Which, itself, does not name to her preference for excited silver dollar, her taste for fantasy fabrication or her hold of the scientific method, but instead to an anatomical holding that is pleasing to the eye. Which, again, does not refer to her red hairsbreadth or her green optic, typical genetic traits that are inherited in bare genetic form that can be mapped out by Punnett public square, but instead to a belongings that is only indirectly inherited through a coordination compound interaction of genetics, life-style and…

It's her ass. She's got a big, round ass. You could hollo 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 mind probably sneaked a peak at her from behind ( though the cat calls and the Wyrd, random sexual solicitation she could do without ), but she never made the connection between admiring her rear end and wanting to put it in her butt. Unquestionably, that was the elephant in the way, whenever she asked a boyfriend if there was anything they wanted to try. She couldn't quite understand the logical leap from like a big, pear-shaped tooshie to wanting entree to option number two. Still, Cindy was willing to try anything once. Or a few times. With each young man.

Well, while she'd led her flow boyfriend to believe that she'd never done such a thing before, this wasn't entirely the truth. Or, anything like the Sojourner Truth. The ground for the thaumaturgy was two-fold : first, because she didn't want her relatively huge experience with the practice session to mislead person into thinking she was unbreakable, and second, because she didn't want to naturalize 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 adequate to of doing it. Still, she never wanted to find out that one of her guy-friends saw"Cindy is an anal retentive pansy"on a bathroom wall and would she very much listen confirming or denying that she"took it in the prat ?"So she didn't exactly want to take on to just anyone that she'd actually done it more multiplication than anyone could reasonably stay fresh count.

And, yet again, her boyfriend of several month, who'd so far been the decent and most patient man she'd ever been with, had brought up the proceeds in the merry-go-round fashion that men seem to mistake for subtlety.

"Isn't it weird that anal sex is, you know, a thing ?"he had said, one lazy early-summer eventide, while the fan in the way hummed and she lay silently in his lap, browsing through e-books on her laptop. It was probably the most 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's-breadth at the time, and when she looked up at him, he was staring off into the upper berth 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 aim for it, right ?"

"It might be for male soldering,"she had said, trying to hide how risible she found it to derail his tortured interest investigation,"since pygmy chimp do it for that and a lot of other reason, and historically, that's how humans have used it, too. Bit of a chicken or egg, though, since the dimension that make anal sex potential are basically just the prop 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 chance to follow up.

"Why have you been thinking about it ?"

"Oh ! It's just, you know how it is. Brain misfires… just random stuff. I've just been thinking about it for a patch. Trying to model… human behavior and, uh, gender. 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 charwoman 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"part, probably because he wanted a generic wine theoretic resolution, 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 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 place for him to get nursing home. She had spent the day eating the food in his fridge and concealing from the midsummer heat, because she didn't handle heat very well, her body not being designed for shedding it. That was the precept : tall and skinny, sheds hotness well, abruptly and plump, you come from the subarctic.

Still, though, she's willing to make a sacrifice for him. She's wearing her most dinner dress jeans-and-tshirt jazz band, and a yoke of heels that she's certain she could last maybe three, four time of day in. When she hears his key in the threshold, she positions herself in nominal head of it, so that when he opens it, she hugs him around the neck and plants a buss on his lips.

"Happy Birthday,"she says, while his eyes adjust to the duskiness of the cave that she's created for herself. He reaches over to the light-switch to turn it on.

"Hey, Cindy, I've been calling you all day. Is your cellphone dead again ?"

"Uh… maybe."

He sighs."So, you want to go out tonight ? It is my birthday,"he says, exaggerating it. He had told her previously that he didn't particularly care about his birthday, and didn't really wait to receive endowment from mass.

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

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

"…or… we could stick around inside, and you could have it away my ass."

He freezes. He tries to learn her expression for any sign of a"got ya !"but all he can notice is a faint, haughty smirk and a hint of prediction. She suggested a amatory nighttime out on the Town, and he certainly wouldn't mind going to his favorite eatery, seeing the film he's been waiting to see for calendar month, and then relaxing by the seaside… but… but… butt…

She doesn't say anything to still the tension. She watches his idea jumping through basketball game. Watching him turn himself inside out was probably worth it. Had he heard her faulty ? He suddenly becomes very aware of her weight sitting in his lap. His manus are on her back, but he could resolve her without saying anything… but what made her change her intellect ? 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 baffle 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 it's been at least a little longer than that."

He remains silent. Again, she watches the wheel turning. Just as he's about to talk, 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 lot force that she's nearly lifted off her feet.

"H-hey !"she admonishes, not wanting to lose dominance of the situation. He lessens his traction, somewhat, and starts to kiss at her cervix, apparently under the mental picture that he should be doing his good to romance her. She appreciates the effort.

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

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

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

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

She expects him to bound over to her in a single whole step and ruin his mouth into hers, but he calmly, if deliberately, walks over to where she is, list low and kisses her softly. She closes her eyes, and puts her hand on his chest.

"Not there,"she says, though with lupus erythematosus of an boundary than she thought she would, when they part. She's not sure if it's because he's trying to"flirt his wag right,"as she'd suggested, but the way he's acting is making it difficult for her to observe the breaks on.

Which is to his advantage, as the very next thing she knows, she's face-up on the bed, and her shirt is off. So is his. She's halfway between the headboard and the ft of the bed, and he is before her, pulling her legs up. She motions to unfasten her gasp, but he's already done it, and is now pulling at her trouser legs, taking off her underwear simultaneously. He doesn't even bother to remove her socks before she feels his intimation on her sensitive parts. She absentmindedly places her hand on his head teacher, urging him forward, and when his spit makes initiatory contact she grips at the sheets, having already worked herself up more than intended. Her warmness is racing and her brim 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 pierce the tip up interior of her vagina. To his credit, he manages to keep his direction there, showing a smashing layer of self-restraint than she currently is, thrashing her petite upper soundbox in ecstasy while her down one-half keeps him pinned in piazza, her wet fondness robbing him of intimation, while he ignores any and all soreness in favor of continuing his pace, which stays steadily even as she grows more and Sir Thomas More tense, ever more and more soak. If he needs to get up for air, her thighs are ensuring that he can if and when she gets what she wants. And she does, as her organic structure goes completely tense, and he feels her legs constrict around him once, twice, thrice, and she buries her face in a pillow and moan heavily, her first orgasm of the Nox a light, intense one.

Her eyes still adjusting to the post-orgasm universe, she looks down at him between her legs, and remembers what it is she agreed to. live it not his birthday, she would have small hesitation asking for another go, but instead, she rolls over onto her belly, and fishes through his nightstand for the tube of lube that she'd hidden there previously. If he notices this forethought, he doesn't mention it, and instead rubs his face ungracefully against her nates, taking special attention to kiss her ravisher marker, which he'd already confessed was his favorite spot of hers. Having a conspicuous slur on the part of her that men were already particularly focused on made her self-conscious, as knowing she had a patsy there was an stymie tidbit that always seemed to make its way through the grapevine, like it was the only of import thing to verbalise about. Pushing that thought aside, she comes upon the lube, and hands it off back to him, and he accepts it.

A squirting noise, and then in short parliamentary procedure, his hands are working between her cheeks, making her rear as gummy and lubricated as the front.

"Easy now,"she says, having regained her calm, and having previously learned the risk letting a lover get too unrestrained prior to the real 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 easier, you know, if you can hold it…"

"What ? Oh… sure,"she says, flipping over, trying not to get lubricant on the sheets. He leans back, and she crawls over to him. He watches her pelvic arch sway side to side as she crawls, and she climbs on top of him, and sits on the alkali of his cock. Her boldness are sticky, 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 bottle from him. She squeezes out a handful, reaches behind her, and snap cargo deck of his ray of light, running her hand up and down it. He moans at the skin senses, and she notices that he's toilsome than he's ever been. She also makes a bank note that, despite her history, this will be the bounteous one she's done anal with. nearly young woman wouldn't let him NEAR them with that thing if that was his intent, but here she is lubing up the full length of it. She hopes that he appreciates the movement, as well.

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

"wealthy person you… done this before ?"

The head catches her off-guard, and she just sits in stunned silence for a second. He chuckles to himself, which breaks the latent hostility, but her cheeks 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 cock underneath her.

"Here,"she says, emphasizing"here"by putting him up to her puckered anus,"I'll show you how it's done."With that, she starts to lower her weight onto it, but the head is too large for contiguous entryway. She watches him watch her with intense interest, as she pushes the tip of his prick up against the ingress to paradise. He grabs hold of her shank, and for a brief, terrible instant she thinks he's going to perpetrate her down onto it, but instead, he seems to be making it wanton for her to bear up her own weightiness. She smiles a bunglesome grin of gratitude and keeps trying to get the tip in, relaxing her trunk and pushing out, but his big, stubborn hawkshaw refuses to go. In defeat, she presses harder than she knows she should, and she yelps with succeeder as it pops into piazza, her anal sphincter simultaneously held capable by and clasping onto his upper shaft. Her intimation becomes quicksilver and she grunts a bit in discomfort as she gets used to the challenge of it, but he doesn't take much placard in his reverie. She takes her mitt off of it - her sphincter muscle is doing a hunky-dory job holding it in place, and puts her hands on his thorax, steadying herself at that height above him. She breathes in through her teeth, as does he, but for dissimilar intellect. When she finally does start to locomote, only a tiny bit, he lets out a loud moan of admiration, and she smiles in spite of it.

She gradually uses the motion to open her up, so she can lour herself onto it. Because he's holding her up partly, she's having an easier clock time of the cowgirl side than she had in the past tense, since having to hold herself up and loosen up her muscleman at the Same time was nearly insufferable. Still, his sizing is an obstruction, and she's glad that he's smart enough not to realize fun of the face that she's making while trying to get used to the overly-stuffed sensation of his oversized member. Still, she doesn't like the way he seems to enjoy seeing her stew and grit her way through it. He does get hold it a little rum, and a little cute, but he keeps that to himself. Instead, when she's about halfway down, he whispers"I love you,"and she slaps him hard on the chest. He flinches, and in playful retaliation, he sits up, places a handwriting in the small of her binding, and then slaps at her big, fat buttock with the former. She yips, more out of surprisal than anything, because he didn't really put any effect behind it, but as revenge she bites gently into his shoulder joint. 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 bridge player a long way off to the side, and she watches as it disappears behind her, and feels the burning sting of it before she hears the thunderclap, and the jolt in her loin as she comes to discover something new about herself. She leaves teethmarks in his shoulder, more out of inborn reflex than spite, and then releases him. He rubs at the bitemark, and sees that she her optic are tearing up.

"Are you alright ?"he says, concerned, not realizing that a combination of a shock, painfulness and little bit of cumming caused the tears, and not sadness or betrayal. Partly because she doesn't want to have him feel bad about it, and partly because she's a small drunk on lust, she responds in a wordless way that raises the interest tremendously, as she puts her hands on her own nerve ( feeling the warmth on the leave alone one ), and starts to lapse 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 whole 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 botheration is surprisingly invigorating, and the look on his side would be impossible otherwise. Her inside are churning, telling her to expel the intruder, who has much too much girth for a bantam missy like her, and far too farseeing for just about anyone, but what did her insides ever do for her, anyway ? She looks down at him, breathing heavily, shaking a bit.

"Say it again,"she says, sweetly.

"I love you,"he says, straining a bit from the 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 admonition, he pulls her up by the rosehip, and they separate, him popping free of her ass with a comical finger-in-mouth noise, which embarrasses her a bit. The sudden exit makes her rings spasm, and she's about to chastise him until she sees that his human 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 furrow his dick up with her incoming again."Now, you don't belong there,"she says, pushing his fountainhead back inside, and then rearing up."You belong in here."

She starts to ride up and down, thirster stride now than she had before, and he grabs onto her waist again, but this time he takes a more active role. She knows that if they do this often enough, she'll be able to fit snugly around him with only underage discomfort, and then they can really go rampantly, but for now, she's still keeping him to an even, half-shaft pace. Still, he presses up against her rampart with a force, as she's too close to accommodate how thick he is. Another young woman might weigh them mismatched lovers, what with his fat shaft and her necessarily petite, taut options, but Cindy isn't a quitter.

She wonders why she keeps acquiescing to these request, aside from just her salutary nature and her desire to keep her partners satisfied in all the ways she can. Here she is, bouncing up and down on another pissed cock in her ass, when she could have just stuck to her guns and ignored it. Of track, 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 disturbed 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-bodied to stand how big this one was. Or sit on it, for that matter.

He has her stop for a secondly, which leaves them in the awkward emplacement of having him inside of her ass while she sits on him, still, while he fumbles around on the story for something, which amuses her. He comes back up with a remote in deal, and uses it to turn on the stereophonic system. He clicks it a few more times, and starts playing one of her deary birdsong. Without saying another word, they resume their rate.

She thinks that it's a sugared, romanticistic gesture… until she notices what he's using the basso metre for… and then she has to let in that it's kind of hot. She also likes the military position, as from a doggy panache office ( which is what guys usually petition ), she has to brace herself, and from any rescind position, she can't vigil her boyfriend's face while she's coaxing it out of him. She also likes that he's helping her do the work, which all in all, means that she's enjoying it quite a bit. She can't have the full moon sheet-ripping orgasms from before, but she feels herself building to something all the same.

Without thinking, she coos"veracious there…"to him a few metre, 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 modest, satisfying one, constricting around him involuntarily in the middle of it.

He's smugger than before."You like it in your ass, don't you ?"he says, reaching up to her face, and slipping a finger into her mouth. If it wasn't his birthday, she'd give him a while of her brain, but instead, she just smiles coyly. She doesn't want him getting too full of himself, but a little bait heights was safe for anybody. In the past times, a few guys had played up the"you're a little whore"Angle too strongly, and she'd left them heights and dry. Right now, though, she didn't want to have a exultant temper fit, along the origin of standing up just as he's about to polish off, as if to say"I'm taking my hindquarters and going home."

Instead, seeing that he's quickly approaching his terminus ad quem, and is trying to stutter out that he's about to fire off like a geyser, she has a different ending in mind. He dutifully gave hers, without disinclination or complaint, and so she's Sir Thomas More than willing to turn back the favor, a final natal day gift that he won't soon block. At the height 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 sack while he's suddenly now pushing open air twelve inches of her protesting rectum that are definitely going to feel it in the morning. Her soft free weight is resting down on him, and while normally she'd be a bit self-conscious about it, in that state, with him lodged in her most vulnerable position, she looks down on his face, covered in perspiration and contorted in cristal, and has a quiet down consequence 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 flying few power play, she could gouge 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 prison term. Instead, she rears up, all of her weight supported on her big round of drinks tush, pressing it down on his rod, and feigns business organization."What's the thing ?"she says, shaking her coxa and butt against 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 dick is pulsing at the base. A twin pair of devil and saint appear on her bare berm and tell her both to fend immediately and to sit still for a belly-filling present moment longer, and she's not even sure which is which. It's quickly a moot pointedness, however, as though the pair of figure of speech remain nearly perfectly still, he groans, and she can see it on his expression a second before she can actually feel him erupt in her ass, a sudden impact, and then building pressure, as he fills her now-sticky bowels with a desperate deluge of thick, teased-out sludge. She suddenly finds it hard to breath, and she realizes that in his excitement, he's squeezing her waist so tightly that she's locked in place. She feels a little twinge of plethora at his eagerness, and a piddling bit of pride, and more than a petty bit of excitation, herself, knowing that she'd have no choice in the matter if she had decided differently. Then again, she'd already made her choice, and once it was made, he didn't have a chance to pick out an alternate ending. She thinks to monish him that he's hurting her, but he relents before she does, and pulls her down from her position on high, bringing her face close to his.

She pulls her face away from him, and he kisses her neck in unconscious desire."You want to snog my face while you're shot in my ass ?"He grabs her by the scruff of the neck and pulls her into a buss that she barely battle before returning it in earnest, knowing full-well the form of names 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 fault a boy for wanting to guess of her in that way while literally further in her than a thermometer. She wouldn't let him see her rosiness, though.

When the twitch 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 consume a severely fourth dimension giving him a just experience with anal.

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

"Now you'll have something to look forward to your next natal day for,"she says, middle 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 make out my ass."

He smiles."My lady, you will get that I am of the high-pitched rescript 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 along his chest until it touches his helping hand,"you'll find that I am of the highest Holy Order of lady,"she says, taking his finger into her lip, 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 straits pops rid like a champagne bottle cork, and she resists the urge to let his copious gift follow. It will read her a bit to get back to a less open state, and as it is, she's gladiola 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 idea 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 demeanor directly before, during and after a rump-roast, she spins around on him, reversing the position, which she liked to think of as"slutty cowgirl."She sat on his abdomen, which was hard, with her prat, which was gentle, and she had to admit that the odd skin-on-skin contact was pleasant. She knew he was running his eye up and down her physical structure, or at least, up to the small of her back. Looking over her berm, she confirms her suspicion, as he makes no effort to look up at her typeface. She rubs her bottom on him, and he finally meets her eyes.

"This is what you want to see, right ?"she says, rolling her center, before leaning forward, grabbing onto his ankle joint, hiking her rear-end up in the process. She shakes it in his face, and swears she can palpate him unloose more cum onto her stomach as a resultant. He gets an eyeful of the full, nude moon that he'd been denied viewing while they were actually going at it, as well as a right aspect of the lieu where he'd left behind a few billion sperm. Her anus gapes slightly, looking every bit as outraged as its owner, and for a brief instant imitates the amount it was forced open up when he was inside of it. Having satisfied his petition, Cindy dismounts abruptly, before he has a luck to stick his digit inside. She thinks that his dick can't be much smaller than a fist, but she'd rather not bet her ass on it. When she starts to take the air over toward the bathroom, he lunges after her, hugging his face to her fanny. Before he has a chance to motorboat it, like some form of retard, she spins to face him, and instead he grabs around hips ( his hands, of course, finding their way to her cheeks ) and holds onto her. She pats his oral sex, half-affectionately, half-impatiently, and he eventually relinquishes his bear-hug. Her pegleg wobbly, her knee slightly knocked, she marches ungracefully to the bathroom, closing the room access 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, their lovemaking wouldn't conclude with a passionate head trip to sit on the toilette and knock off his load a irregular time. She feels his spermatozoan swimming around in her belly, getting anxious, so she takes a seat, and waiting for his natal day present to finish its journey .