*Warning : May incorporate kissing*

Cindy sigh. She'd been waiting for the inevitable, and her new fellow didn't disappoint. Being a girl of short-circuit height with relatively meek breasts, there is one exceptional feature of hers that tends to attract men Sir Thomas More than any other. And lots to her dismay, it isn't her love of the arts and scientific discipline, or her glasses that announce such things to the human race. It is that which her mother gave her. Which, itself, does not refer to her penchant for emotional satin flower, her tasting 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 refer to her red haircloth or her commons eyes, typical familial traits that are inherited in simple genetic patterns that can be mapped out by Punnett square, but instead to a property that is only indirectly inherited through a complex interaction of genetic science, life style and…

It's her ass. She's got a big, round ass. You could call it a big, fat, rotund 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 weird, random sexual solicitations she could do without ), but she never made the connectedness between admiring her derriere end and wanting to put it in her butt. Unquestionably, that was the elephant in the room, whenever she asked a boyfriend if there was anything they wanted to try. She couldn't quite understand the logical leap from like a big, round rump to wanting approach to alternative number two. Still, Cindy was uncoerced to try anything once. Or a few times. With each boyfriend.

Well, while she'd led her electric current boyfriend to believe that she'd never done such a affair before, this wasn't entirely the truth. Or, anything like the truth. The reason for the conjuring trick was two-fold : first, because she didn't want her relatively vast experience with the practice to mislead someone into thinking she was unbreakable, and second, because she didn't want to cultivate a reputation as the eccentric of miss that takes it up the bum. It was inevitable that she be asked, after all, and she didn't think it was very fair to say no, arbitrarily, as she was perfectly capable of doing it. Still, she never wanted to see that one of her guy-friends saw"Cindy is an anal queen"on a bathroom rampart and would she very much beware confirming or denying that she"took it in the buns ?"So she didn't exactly want to admit to just anyone that she'd actually done it more times than anyone could reasonably observe count.

And, yet again, her boyfriend of several month, who'd so far been the nicest and most patient man she'd ever been with, had brought up the issue in the carousel fashion that men seem to err 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 elbow 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 make back laughter when she finally put together what he'd said. He was idly stroking her hair at the time, and when she looked up at him, he was staring off into the amphetamine corner of the elbow room, a blush evident.

"Uhm… in what way ?"

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

"It might be for manlike bonding,"she had said, trying to hide how diverting she found it to derail his excruciate interest group investigation,"since pigmy chimpanzees do it for that and a bunch of former intellect, and historically, that's how homo have used it, too. Bit of a poulet or egg, though, since the place that make anal sex possible are basically just the attribute of a operation rectum."

He had nodded, utterly defeated, and had gone back to stroking her hairsbreadth without saying anything. Taking pity on him, she'd given him an opportunity to follow up.

"Why have you been thinking about it ?"

"Oh ! It's just, you know how it is. mentality misfires… just random stuff. 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 Kuki-Chin with her fingers.

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

"Anal ? I mean, I don't think what ‘ nature intended'should really factor into it."
"Oh,"he had said, a bit relieved,"so, would you do it ?"He didn't get around to saying the"with me"parting, probably because he wanted a generic theoretic answer, first.

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

"Oh."

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

Still, though, she's willing to make a forfeiture for him. She's wearing her almost formal jeans-and-tshirt combo, and a pair of heels that she's certain she could last maybe three, four hours 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 plants a buss on his lips.

"Happy birthday,"she says, while his eye 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 birthday,"he says, exaggerating it. He had told her previously that he didn't particularly care about his birthday, and didn't really expect to receive gifts from people.

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

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

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

He freezes. He tries to read her expression for any sign of a"got ya !"but all he can discover is a faint, haughty smirk and a clue of anticipation. She suggested a romanticistic night out on the town, and he certainly wouldn't psyche going to his favorite restaurant, seeing the movie he's been waiting to see for calendar month, and then relaxing by the seaside… but… but… butt…

She doesn't say anything to alleviate the stress. She watches his mind jumping through hoops. Watching him turn himself inside out was probably worth it. Had he heard her wrong ? He suddenly becomes very aware of her weight unit sitting in his lap. His hands are on her back, but he could respond her without saying anything… but what made her alteration her mind ? Had she changed her nous ? 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 sure it's been at least 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, movie it is,"she says, walking deliberately away from him. Before she has a chance to call on and see his reaction, his weapons system are around her, and he pulls her towards him with so much forcefulness that she's nearly lifted off her feet.

"H-hey !"she admonishes, not wanting to lose control of the state of affairs. He lessens his grip, somewhat, and starts to osculate at her neck, apparently under the imprint that he should be doing his best to coquet her. She appreciates the effort.

She bends over to tint 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 hold on her, and wink half-mindedly, as if recovering from a daze.

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

"No promises,"she says, draping her arms around his cervix again, leaning up to osculate 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 weigh 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 to a greater extent hesitance than she thought she would.

She expects him to stick over to her in a one step and smash his mouth into hers, but he calmly, if deliberately, walks over to where she is, leans low and kisses her softly. She closes her middle, and puts her hired man on his chest.

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

Which is to his reward, as the very adjacent thing she knows, she's face-up on the bed, and her shirt is off. So is his. She's halfway between the headboard and the foot of the bed, and he is before her, pulling her peg up. She motions to unfasten her pants, but he's already done it, and is now pulling at her pant branch, taking off her underwear simultaneously. He doesn't even bother to bump off her socks before she feels his breath on her sensitive parts. She absentmindedly places her helping hand on his header, urging him forward, and when his tongue makes foremost contact she hold at the sheet, having already worked herself up More than intended. Her eye is racing and her lips are trembling. She squeezes him with her thigh while he licks her up and down, soft and teasing at first, and then growing more and more insistent, pausing occasionally to try and lunge the tip up inside of her vagina. To his mention, he manages to observe his focus there, showing a greater level of self-restraint than she currently is, thrashing her petite upper organic structure in X while her lower half keeps him pinned in place, her wet warmheartedness robbing him of breath, while he ignores any and all discomfort in favor of continuing his pace, which stays steadily even as she grows to a greater extent and Thomas More tense, ever more than and more soaking. If he needs to come up for air, her second joint are ensuring that he can if and when she gets what she wants. And she does, as her dead body goes completely strain, and he feels her legs constrict around him once, twice, thrice, and she buries her typeface in a pillow and moans heavily, her first climax of the night a short, vivid one.

Her eyes still adjusting to the post-orgasm world, she looks down at him between her leg, and remembers what it is she agreed to. Were it not his birthday, she would have little hesitation asking for another go, but instead, she rolls over onto her belly, and Fish through his nightstand for the subway system 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 back end, taking particular guardianship to kiss her mantrap marking, which he'd already confessed was his preferred spot of hers. Having a conspicuous position 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 name its way through the word of mouth, like it was the only significant thing to verbalize about. Pushing that thought aside, she comes upon the lubricating substance, and hands it off back to him, and he accepts it.

A squirting haphazardness, and then in myopic order, his hands are working between her cheeks, making her backside as gummy 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 genuine buttsex.

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

"Do you… want to be on top ? It might be wanton, you know, if you can control it…"

"What ? Oh… sure,"she says, flipping over, trying not to get lube on the sheets. He leans back, and she crawls over to him. He watches her hips sway side to side as she crawls, and she climbs on top of him, and sits on the base of his cock. Her buttock 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 bottleful from him. She squeezes out a handful, reaches behind her, and catch hold of his slam, running her hand up and down it. He moans at the signature, and she notices that he's heavily than he's ever been. She also makes a bank note that, despite her account, this will be the fully grown one she's done anal with. virtually daughter wouldn't let him draw close them with that matter if that was his intention, but here she is lubing up the full length of it. She hopes that he appreciates the effort, as well.

"Now, no sudden poking, okay ?"she says, and delay for him to nod. Instead, he gets a singular look on his face.

"Have you… done this before ?"

The question catches her off-guard, and she just sits in KO'd secretiveness for a second. He chuckles to himself, which breaks the tension, but her cheeks redden. He looks her up and down, as if deliberately"resizing"her, and so to steal back the reins, she pushes him over, and sits up, holding his cock underneath her.

"Here,"she says, emphasizing"here"by putting him up to her puckered anus,"I'll appearance you how it's done."With that, she starts to lour her weight onto it, but the promontory is too expectant for immediate introduction. She watches him watch her with intense interest, as she pushes the tip of his turncock up against the entrance to paradise. He grabs hold of her waistline, and for a brief, fearsome instant she thinks he's going to pull out her down onto it, but instead, he seems to be making it easier for her to hold up her own weight. She smiles a gawky smile of gratitude and keeps trying to get the tip in, relaxing her soundbox and pushing out, but his big, obstinate shaft refuses to go. In frustration, she presses harder than she knows she should, and she yelps with success as it pops into billet, her anal sphincter muscle simultaneously held open by and clasping onto his upper shaft. Her breathing space becomes erratic and she grunts a bit in discomfort as she gets used to the challenge of it, but he doesn't take very much posting in his reverie. She takes her hand off of it - her sphincter is doing a finely job holding it in place, and puts her hands on his chest of drawers, steadying herself at that elevation above him. She breathes in through her teeth, as does he, but for different reasons. When she finally does get to affect, only a bantam bit, he lets out a loud moan of appreciation, and she smiles in venom of it.

She gradually uses the movement to open her up, so she can lower herself onto it. Because he's holding her up partly, she's having an easier time of the cowgirl locating than she had in the past, since having to admit herself up and relax her heftiness at the Sami clock time was nearly unacceptable. Still, his size of it is an obstacle, and she's sword lily that he's smart enough not to earn fun of the cheek that she's making while trying to get used to the overly-stuffed sensation of his oversized penis. Still, she doesn't like the way he seems to bask seeing her perspiration and grit her way through it. He does receive it a trivial funny, and a little cute, but he keeps that to himself. Instead, when she's about halfway down, he whispers"I love you,"and she slaps him hard on the chest. He flinches, and in playful retaliation, he sits up, places a helping hand in the minuscule of her back, and then slaps at her big, fat cheek with the former. She yips, Sir Thomas More out of surprise than anything, because he didn't really put any force-out behind it, but as retaliation she bites gently into his articulatio humeri. This proves to be a miscalculation, as the ante-raising doesn't end there, and he slaps her again, more of a true spank now, and then again. She bites him less playfully, but doesn't actually tell him to stop, and so he holds his bridge player a farseeing way off to the side, and she watches as it disappears behind her, and feels the burning sting of it before she hears the thunderbolt, and the jolt in her loins as she comes to discover something new about herself. She leaves teethmarks in his shoulder, Thomas More out of instinctive 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, infliction and little bit of cumming caused the crying, and not sadness or betrayal. Partly because she doesn't want to stimulate him find bad about it, and partly because she's a little drunk on lustfulness, she responds in a wordless way that raises the stake tremendously, as she puts her hands on her own cheeks ( feeling the warmness on the provide one ), and starts to sink down on him. She looks at him between matted blast, biting her lip and maintaining eye impinging while she slides down over him, or while she takes him inside, depending on the perspective. She nearly takes the unscathed thing from half of it, and she knew it would be uncomfortable, as she grits her teeth and suck in air and her rectum protests, but the pain is surprisingly invigorating, and the looking at on his face would be impossible otherwise. Her insides are churning, telling her to expel the intruder, who has much too often cinch for a petite young woman like her, and far too prospicient for just about anyone, but what did her insides ever do for her, anyway ? She looks down at him, breathing heavily, shaking a bit.

"Say it again,"she says, sweetly.

"I love you,"he says, straining a bit from the sensation, but still as sweetly as he can in kind.

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

Without warning, he pulls her up by the pelvis, and they separate, him popping absolve of her ass with a mirthful finger-in-mouth racket, which embarrasses her a bit. The sudden exit makes her hoop spasm, and she's about to chastise him until she sees that his face is composed and sure.

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

"I love you too,"she says, and is about to fall deep into the present moment until she remembers what they were doing. She pushes herself up, again, into her sitting position, and then lines his prick up with her entrance again."Now, you don't belong there,"she says, pushing his head back inside, and then rearing up."You belong in here."

She starts to bait up and down, longer strides now than she had before, and he grabs onto her waist again, but this meter he takes a more active voice role. She knows that if they do this often enough, she'll be able to fit snugly around him with only pocket-sized discomfort, and then they can really go wild, but for now, she's still keeping him to an even, half-shaft pace. Still, he presses up against her walls with a force, as she's too mingy to accommodate how thick he is. Another female child might deal them mismatched devotee, what with his fat prick and her necessarily petite, taut alternative, but Cindy isn't a quitter.

She wonders why she keeps acquiescing to these postulation, aside from just her good nature and her desire to keep on her partners satisfied in all the ways she can. Here she is, bouncing up and down on another stiff cock in her ass, when she could take in just stuck to her hit man and ignored it. Of course, while she doesn't like to admit it, she knows the real reason why. She knows her body's undecomposed feature of speech, and she knows that she likes it when a guy goes crazy for it. Most of all, though, she knows that she likes the tone of it disappearing up her slide, 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 catch for a second, which leaves them in the embarrassing position of having him inside of her ass while she sits on him, still, while he fumbles around on the floor for something, which amuses her. He comes back up with a remote control in hand, and uses it to turn on the stereoscopic photograph. He clicks it a few to a greater extent times, and starts playing one of her dearie Sung dynasty. Without saying another tidings, they resume their pace.

She thinks that it's a mellifluous, wild-eyed gesture… until she notices what he's using the sea bass pulse for… and then she has to take on that it's kind of hot. She also likes the positioning, as from a doggie style position ( which is what guys usually petition ), she has to stimulate herself, and from any reverse locating, she can't ticker her boyfriend's face while she's coaxing it out of him. She also likes that he's helping her do the work, which all in all, means that she's enjoying it quite a bit. She can't have the full sheet-ripping orgasms from before, but she feels herself building to something all the same.

Without thinking, she coos"right there…"to him a few multiplication, and he responds by putting his hired hand underneath where she's rubbing against him. Him touching her clit sets her off, and she sighs through a lowly, satisfying one, constricting around him involuntarily in the middle of it.

He's smug than before."You like it in your ass, don't you ?"he says, reaching up to her face, and slipping a finger into her mouth. If it wasn't his birthday, she'd give him a piece of her judgment, but instead, she just smiles coyly. She doesn't want him getting too wide-cut of himself, but a footling riding high school was expert for anybody. In the past, a few guys had played up the"you're a small whore"Angle too strongly, and she'd left them senior high and dry. Right now, though, she didn't want to consume a prideful biliousness fit, along the lines of standing up just as he's about to terminate, as if to say"I'm taking my fag and going home."

Instead, seeing that he's quickly approaching his boundary, and is trying to stammer out that he's about to send away off like a geyser, she has a unlike ending in mind. He dutifully gave hers, without hesitancy or charge, and so she's More than willing to return the party favour, a last natal day giving that he won't soon forget. At the height of his stroke, nearly slipping unloosen, 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 subject twelve inches of her protesting rectum that are definitely going to feel it in the dawn. 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 seat, she looks down on his face, covered in effort and contorted in cristal, and has a tranquil second of triumph all to herself. She squeezes her sphincter around his base, and his eyes nearly roll up into his principal. She enjoys knowing that with just a quick few hug, 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 preserve that for another time. Instead, she rears up, all of her free weight supported on her big circle tush, pressing it down on his pole, and feigns concern."What's the affair ?"she says, shaking her articulatio coxae and butt a bit, knowing that he's in absolutely no office to answer. She stretches and turns to front back at where he's penetrating her, and she can see that his cock is pulsing at the base of operations. A twin pair of devil and saint appear on her bare shoulder and recount her both to bear 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 gunpoint, however, as though the yoke of pattern remain nearly perfectly still, he groans, and she can see it on his face a s before she can actually feel him erupt in her ass, a sudden impact, and then building insistency, as he fills her now-sticky bowels with a desperate inundation of thick, teased-out muck. She suddenly finds it difficult to breath, and she realizes that in his excitement, he's squeezing her waist so tightly that she's locked in post. She feels a footling pang of embarrassment at his eagerness, and a slight bit of superbia, and more than a short 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 pick out an alternate ending. She thinks to discourage him that he's hurting her, but he relents before she does, and pulls her down from her posture on high, bringing her face close to his.

She pulls her side away from him, and he kisses her neck in unconscious desire."You want to kiss my fount while you're shooting in my ass ?"He grabs her by the nape of the neck and pulls her into a osculation that she barely fights before returning it in earnest, knowing full-well the sorts of names he's picking out for her in his psyche as he frenches her while nutting in her fundament. Still, his kiss is affectionate, and she can't fault a boy for wanting to conceive of her in that way while literally farther in her than a thermometer. She wouldn't let him see her blush, though.

When the twitch stops, and he's filled her up as much as she can, to the dot where she can find it sloshing around, she kisses him again."Did you like it ?"she says, knowing that anyone would own a backbreaking time giving him a just experience with anal.

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

"Now you'll have something to search forward to your future birthday for,"she says, eyes narrowing, and she can see his terror."Maybe Christmas, if you're good."

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

She sighs."I'm kidding. Yeah, I liked it… just don't get any musical theme. I only let gentleman make out my ass."

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

"That's fine,"she says, running her digit along his dresser until it touches his manus,"you'll find that I am of the highest social club of noblewoman,"she says, taking his finger into her back talk, 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 spare like a champagne cork, and she resists the urge to let his voluminous natural endowment follow. It will take her a bit to get back to a less overt United States Department of State, and as it is, she's glad she didn't have a big dejeuner. Like clockwork, and just like all the others, he eagerly requests to see his handwork. She pushes aside the view that he resembles a fresh-faced Danton True Young boy who had a new toy to play with, noting that she'd probably have to monish him after all was said and done that her puckered anus is, in fact, not a toy. A bit umbrageous, as is her usual demeanour directly before, during and after a rump-roast, she spins around on him, reversing the post, which she liked to think of as"slutty cowgirl."She sat on his abdomen, which was heavily, with her backside, which was mild, and she had to include that the odd skin-on-skin contact was pleasant. She knew he was running his eyes up and down her consistency, or at to the lowest degree, up to the small of her back. Looking over her articulatio humeri, she confirms her suspicion, as he makes no attempt to take care up at her facial expression. She rubs her bottom on him, and he finally meets her eyes.

"This is what you want to see, right ?"she says, rolling her eyes, before leaning forward, grabbing onto his ankle joint, hiking her rear-end up in the cognitive process. She shakes it in his fount, and swears she can feel him exhaust more cum onto her stomach as a result. He gets an eyeful of the wide, naked moon that he'd been denied viewing while they were actually going at it, as well as a proper persuasion of the place where he'd left behind a few billion sperm cell. Her anus gapes slightly, looking every bit as indignant as its owner, and for a abbreviated newsflash 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 stick his finger inside. She thinks that his dick can't be much diminished 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 rear. Before he has a chance to motorboat it, like some kind of moron, she spins to face him, and instead he grabs around rose hip ( his manpower, of path, 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 wooden leg 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 romantic, and she muttered to herself that if he put it in her front, their lovemaking wouldn't conclude with a passionate trip to sit on the toilet and flatten his load a second sentence. She feels his sperm swimming around in her venter, getting dying, so she takes a tail end, and hold for his birthday present to finish its journey .