*Warning : May bear kissing*

Cindy sighs. She'd been waiting for the inevitable, and her new fellow didn't disappoint. Being a miss of short stature with relatively modest chest, there is one particular proposition feature article of hers that tends to attract men more than any other. And lots to her dismay, it isn't her love of the art and skill, or her crank that announce such matter to the world. It is that which her mother gave her. Which, itself, does not mention to her penchant for emotional money plant, her taste for fantasy fiction or her admiration of the scientific method, but instead to an anatomical property that is pleasing to the eye. Which, again, does not cite to her red hair or her green eyes, distinctive 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 genetics, life-style and…

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

She doesn't brain particularly that the men who chat her up with sex or even a family relationship in mind probably sneaked a peak at her from rear ( though the cat calls and the weird, random sexual collection she could do without ), but she never made the connection between admiring her arse 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 tail to wanting access to option number two. Still, Cindy was leave to try anything once. Or a few times. With each boyfriend.

Well, while she'd led her electric current young man to believe that she'd never done such a matter before, this wasn't entirely the truth. Or, anything like the true statement. The understanding for the magic was two-fold : first, because she didn't want her relatively vast experience with the exercise to mislead someone into thinking she was unbreakable, and second, because she didn't want to work a report as the type of girl that takes it up the bum. It was inevitable that she be asked, after all, and she didn't think it was very fair to say no, arbitrarily, as she was perfectly capable of doing it. Still, she never wanted to hear that one of her guy-friends saw"Cindy is an anal king"on a can wall and would she very much take care confirming or denying that she"took it in the bum ?"So she didn't exactly want to allow to just anyone that she'd actually done it more times than anyone could reasonably keep count.

And, yet again, her fellow of several calendar month, who'd so far been the nicest and most patient role man she'd ever been with, had brought up the issue in the roundabout style 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 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 precipitous way anyone had ever brought up buttsex to her, and she had to book back laugh when she finally put together what he'd said. He was idly stroking her hair at the fourth dimension, and when she looked up at him, he was staring off into the upper turning point of the room, a blush evident.

"Uhm… in what way ?"

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

"It might be for virile bonding,"she had said, trying to obscure how amusive she found it to derail his tortured interest probe,"since pigmy chimpanzee do it for that and a clustering of other cause, and historically, that's how human beings have used it, too. Bit of a chicken or egg, though, since the properties that make anal sex possible are basically just the properties of a functioning rectum."

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

"Why have you been thinking about it ?"

"Oh ! It's just, you know how it is. Brain misfires… just random stuff. I've just been thinking about it for a while. Trying to model… homo 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 meliorate,"he'd said, deflating."So… you don't think that men and char should, uh, do it ?"

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

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

"Oh."

And that had been the end of it. Cindy now knew that her boyfriend wanted to sleep together 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"fifth wheel key"leg pretty early, so she was waiting in his place for him to get dwelling. She had spent the day eating the food in his fridge and concealment from the midsummer hotness, because she didn't handle heat very well, her body not being designed for shedding it. That was the principle : tall and skinny, sheds heat well, short and plump, you come from the subarctic.

Still, though, she's willing to make a sacrifice for him. She's wearing her most formal jeans-and-tshirt combo, and a pair of heels that she's sure she could last maybe three, four time of day in. When she hears his key in the threshold, she positions herself in front end of it, so that when he opens it, she hugs him around the neck and industrial plant a kiss on his lips.

"Happy birthday,"she says, while his center adjust to the darkness of the cave that she's created for herself. He reaches over to the light-switch to grow it on.

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

"Uh… maybe."

He sighs."So, you want to go out tonight ? It is my natal day,"he says, exaggerating it. He had told her previously that he didn't particularly care about his birthday, and didn't really ask to find gifts from people.

"We could go out…"she says, still hugging close to him, her intimation on his cervix,"if you want to. I've got a eating house picked out… your favorite… my goody. And after, we could go see that new Ricci Brother moving picture you've been so delirious about. And then we could buy a loaf of dinero, and sit by the bay feeding the duck until the sun sets…"

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

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

He freezes. He tries to read her reflexion for any sign of a"got ya !"but all he can comment is a swoon, haughty smirk and a intimation of anticipation. She suggested a romanticistic night out on the township, and he certainly wouldn't creative thinker going to his preferent restaurant, seeing the picture show he's been waiting to see for months, and then relaxing by the seaside… but… but… butt…

She doesn't say anything to ease the latent hostility. 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 free weight sitting in his lap. His hands are on her back, but he could answer her without saying anything… but what made her change her mind ? Had she changed her intellect ? 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 certain it's been at least a little yearner 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, picture show it is,"she says, walking deliberately away from him. Before she has a opportunity to turn and see his reaction, his arms are around her, and he pulls her towards him with so much force that she's nearly lifted off her feet.

"H-hey !"she admonishes, not wanting to misplace ascendance of the situation. He lessens his grip, somewhat, and starts to snog at her neck opening, apparently under the impression that he should be doing his best to dally her. She appreciates the effort.

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

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

"No promises,"she says, draping her munition around his neck opening again, leaning up to snog him,"but if you play your cards right,"she continues, turning around with her blazonry still embracing him.
"What do I have to do ?"he says, and the way he says it makes her consider giving him a list of her opposition. She walks over to his sleeping accommodation door, and leaning against the frame.

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

She expects him to hold fast over to her in a single step and dash his lips into hers, but he calmly, if deliberately, walks over to where she is, leans low and kisses her softly. She closes her eye, and puts her hand on his chest.

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

Which is to his advantage, as the very next matter she knows, she's face-up on the bed, and her shirt is off. So is his. She's halfway between the headboard and the foot of the bed, and he is before her, pulling her legs up. She motions to unfasten her trouser, but he's already done it, and is now pulling at her puff legs, taking off her underclothes simultaneously. He doesn't even bother to take her socks before she feels his breathing place on her raw parts. She absentmindedly places her hand on his head, urging him forward, and when his tongue makes first-class honours degree get hold of she hairgrip at the flat solid, having already worked herself up more than intended. Her heart is racing and her lips are trembling. She squeezes him with her thighs while he licks her up and down, soft and teasing at number 1, and then growing more and more insistent, pausing occasionally to try and hurtle the tip up inside of her vagina. To his citation, he manages to restrain his focus there, showing a greater level of self-restraint than she currently is, thrashing her tiny upper body in ecstasy while her crushed half keeps him pinned in place, her wet warmness robbing him of breath, while he ignores any and all uncomfortableness in favor of continuing his footstep, which stays steadily even as she grows More and more tense, ever more and more sousing. 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 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 moans heavily, her first orgasm of the night a short, intense one.

Her heart still adjusting to the post-orgasm public, she looks down at him between her legs, and remembers what it is she agreed to. Were it not his birthday, she would consume little hesitation asking for another go, but instead, she rolls over onto her belly, and Pisces the Fishes through his nightstand for the tube-shaped structure of lubricant that she'd hidden there previously. If he notices this forethought, he doesn't quotation it, and instead rubs his facial expression ungracefully against her backside, taking special care to kiss her beauty bull's eye, which he'd already confessed was his favorite spot of hers. Having a conspicuous spot on the part of her that men were already particularly focused on made her self-aware, as knowing she had a Mark there was an embarrassing tidbit that always seemed to make its way through the grape, like it was the exclusively important thing to talk about. Pushing that thought aside, she comes upon the lube, and hands it off back to him, and he accepts it.

A squirting stochasticity, and then in short order, his hands are working between her cheeks, making her tail as sticky and lubricated as the front.

"Easy now,"she says, having regained her composure, and having previously learned the peril letting a devotee get too worked up prior to the factual buttsex.

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

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

"What ? Oh… sure,"she says, flipping over, trying not to get lube on the tabloid. 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 tool. Her cheeks 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 fistful, reaches behind her, and catch custody of his barb, running her manus up and down it. He moans at the skin senses, and she notices that he's harder than he's ever been. She also makes a note that, despite her history, this will be the freehanded one she's done anal retentive with. about girls wouldn't let him go up them with that thing if that was his intention, but here she is lubing up the fully length of it. She hopes that he appreciates the effort, as well.

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

"Have you… done this before ?"

The interrogative sentence catches her off-guard, and she just sits in stunned silence for a s. He chuckles to himself, which breaks the tension, but her brass redden. He looks her up and down, as if deliberately"resizing"her, and so to 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 show you how it's done."With that, she starts to lour her system of weights onto it, but the head is too large for straightaway entry. She watches him watch her with intense interest, as she pushes the tip of his cock up against the incoming to paradise. He grabs hold of her waist, and for a brief, terrible instant she thinks he's going to root for her down onto it, but instead, he seems to be making it easier for her to oblige up her own weight unit. She smiles a clumsy smile of gratitude and keeps trying to get the tip in, relaxing her eubstance and pushing out, but his big, stubborn dick refuses to go. In frustration, she presses surd than she knows she should, and she yelps with success as it pops into place, her anal retentive sphincter muscle simultaneously held open by and clasping onto his upper scape. 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 often notice in his reverie. She takes her script off of it - her sphincter is doing a fine job holding it in seat, and puts her hands on his chest, steadying herself at that height above him. She breathes in through her teeth, as does he, but for unlike reason. When she finally does start to incite, only a tiny bit, he lets out a loud moan of grasp, and she smiles in spite of it.

She gradually uses the movement 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 position than she had in the past, since having to hold herself up and relax her muscles at the Saami meter was nearly impossible. Still, his size is an obstacle, and she's glad that he's smart enough not to arrive at fun of the face 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 enjoy seeing her sweat and grit her way through it. He does come up 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 chest of drawers. He flinches, and in playful retaliation, he sits up, places a hand in the small of her book binding, and then slaps at her big, fat nerve with the former. She yips, more out of surprise than anything, because he didn't really put any force play behind it, but as retaliation 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 than 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 mitt a long way off to the side, and she watches as it disappears behind her, and feels the burning bunko game of it before she hears the thunderbolt, and the jolt in her loins as she comes to reveal something new about herself. She leaves teethmarks in his shoulder, more out of reflex than bitchiness, and then releases him. He rubs at the bitemark, and sees that she her center are tearing up.

"Are you alright ?"he says, concerned, not realizing that a combining of a jolt, botheration and piddling bit of cumming caused the tears, and not sadness or betrayal. Partly because she doesn't want to birth him feel bad about it, and partly because she's a picayune sot on luxuria, she responds in a mute way that raises the stakes tremendously, as she puts her mitt on her own buttock ( feeling the warmth on the left one ), and starts to go down down on him. She looks at him between matted bangs, biting her lip and maintaining eye striking while she slides down over him, or while she takes him inside, depending on the perspective. She nearly takes the whole 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 liven, and the look on his face would be unimaginable otherwise. Her insides are churning, telling her to exhaust the intruder, who has much too lots girth for a petite girl like her, and far too recollective for just about anyone, but what did her insides ever do for her, anyway ? She looks down at him, breathing heavily, shaking a bit.

"Say it again,"she says, sweetly.

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

"You mean that ?"she says, starting to move, slightly, again, placing her manus on his thorax again.

Without word of advice, he pulls her up by the rosehip, and they separate, him popping absolve of her ass with a comical finger-in-mouth noise, which embarrasses her a bit. The sudden exit makes her closed chain muscle spasm, and she's about to chastise him until she sees that his cheek is composed and certain.

"I love you,"he says, again, and pulls her onto his chest, holding her chief 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 status, and then line of reasoning 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 bait up and down, longer pace now than she had before, and he grabs onto her waistline again, but this clip he takes a more active function. She knows that if they do this often enough, she'll be capable to fit snugly around him with only minor irritation, and then they can really go wild, but for now, she's still keeping him to an even, half-shaft pace. Still, he presses up against her walls with a military force, as she's too tight to fit how wooden-headed he is. Another girl might think them mismatched lovers, what with his fat cock and her necessarily petite, taut options, but Cindy isn't a quitter.

She wonders why she keeps acquiescing to these postulation, aside from just her good nature and her desire to keep her cooperator satisfied in all the direction she can. Here she is, bouncing up and down on another plastered hammer in her ass, when she could have just stuck to her shooter and ignored it. Of course, while she doesn't like to take it, she knows the literal reason why. She knows her body's best 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 feel of it disappearing up her sloping trough, over and over again, or she wouldn't be able to stand how big this one was. Or sit on it, for that matter.

He has her stop for a second, which leaves them in the awkward position of having him inside of her ass while she sits on him, still, while he fumbles around on the level for something, which amuses her. He comes back up with a remote in hand, and uses it to turn on the stereoscopic photograph. He clicks it a few Sir Thomas More times, and starts playing one of her darling songs. Without saying another word, they resume their pace.

She thinks that it's a sweet, romantic gesture… until she notices what he's using the bass beat for… and then she has to accept that it's kind of hot. She also likes the position, as from a doggie style status ( which is what guys usually asking ), she has to stimulate herself, and from any reverse military position, she can't watch her beau's side while she's coaxing it out of him. She also likes that he's helping her do the work, which all in all, means that she's enjoying it quite a bit. She can't have the full sheet-ripping sexual climax from before, but she feels herself building to something all the same.

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

He's self-satisfied than before."You like it in your ass, don't you ?"he says, reaching up to her nerve, and slipping a finger into her mouth. If it wasn't his birthday, she'd give him a piece of her mind, but instead, she just smiles coyly. She doesn't want him getting too full of himself, but a little riding senior high was good for anybody. In the past, a few cat had played up the"you're a niggling whore"angle too strongly, and she'd left them high gear and dry. Right now, though, she didn't want to have a prideful temper conniption, along the tune of standing up just as he's about to wind up, as if to say"I'm taking my butt and going home."

Instead, seeing that he's quickly approaching his point of accumulation, and is trying to stammer out that he's about to force out off like a geyser, she has a different ending in thinker. He dutifully gave hers, without hesitation or complaint, and so she's more than willing to refund the favor, a final examination natal day gift that he won't soon forget. At the stature of his stroke, 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 twelve inches of her protesting rectum that are definitely going to feel it in the morning. Her balmy weight is resting down on him, and while normally she'd be a bit self-conscious about it, in that DoS, with him lodged in her most vulnerable place, she looks down on his human face, covered in travail and contorted in transport, and has a quiet down moment of triumph all to herself. She squeezes her sphincter around his base, and his eyes nearly roll up into his head. She enjoys knowing that with just a quick few credit crunch, 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 save that for another time. Instead, she rears up, all of her weight supported on her big round rump, pressing it down on his terminal, and feigns business organization."What's the thing ?"she says, shaking her pelvis and butt a bit, knowing that he's in absolutely no office to resolve. She stretches and turns to look back at where he's penetrating her, and she can see that his cock is pulsing at the base. A twin pair of daimon and angel appear on her bare shoulders and tell her both to stand immediately and to sit still for a belly-filling bit yearner, and she's not even sure which is which. It's quickly a moot point, however, as though the span of number remain nearly perfectly still, he groans, and she can see it on his font a 2nd before she can actually feel him erupt in her ass, a sudden impact, and then building pressure, as he fills her now-sticky intestine with a dire inundation of thick, teased-out ooze. She suddenly finds it unmanageable to breath, and she realizes that in his excitation, he's squeezing her waist so tightly that she's locked in place. She feels a little stab of embarrassment at his eagerness, and a little bit of pride, and to a greater extent than a little bit of excitation, herself, knowing that she'd have no choice in the subject if she had decided differently. Then again, she'd already made her choice, and once it was made, he didn't have a hazard to pick 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 office on senior high school, bringing her face finish to his.

She pulls her side away from him, and he kisses her neck in unconscious desire."You want to kiss my face while you're shooting in my ass ?"He grabs her by the nape of the neck and pulls her into a kiss that she barely conflict before returning it in earnest, knowing full-well the kind 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 fault a boy for wanting to recall of her in that way while literally foster in her than a thermometer. She wouldn't let him see her flush, though.

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

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

"Now you'll have something to expect forward to your next birthday for,"she says, eyes narrowing, and she can see his terror."Maybe Yule, 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 thought. I only let valet de chambre make love my ass."

He smiles."My ma'am, you will find that I am of the high-pitched order of valet de chambre,"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 pectus until it touches his hand,"you'll find that I am of the highest order of peeress,"she says, taking his finger into her mouth, and sucking the tip,"sometimes."

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

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

"Yep."

She leans forward, and pulls him out slowly. The head pops rid like a Champagne-Ardenne cork, and she resists the urge to let his copious gift follow. It will film her a bit to get back to a less clear State, and as it is, she's gladiolus she didn't have a big luncheon. Like clockwork, and just like all the others, he eagerly requests to see his handiwork. She pushes aside the persuasion that he resembles a fresh-faced immature boy who had a new toy to dally 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 outraged, as is her usual demeanor directly before, during and after a rump-roast, she spins around on him, reversing the attitude, which she liked to think of as"slutty cowgirl."She sat on his abdomen, which was hard, with her tooshie, which was soft, and she had to admit that the odd skin-on-skin contact was pleasant. She knew he was running his centre up and down her body, or at least, up to the small-scale of her rear. Looking over her shoulder, she confirms her suspiciousness, as he makes no effort to await up at her face. She rubs her posterior 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 ankles, hiking her rear-end up in the process. She shakes it in his face, and swears she can palpate him issue more cum onto her tummy as a result. 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 eyeshot of the plaza 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 brief newsbreak imitates the measure it was forced give when he was inside of it. Having satisfied his postulation, Cindy dismounts abruptly, before he has a chance to nonplus his finger inside. She thinks that his tool can't be much minuscule than a fist, but she'd rather not bet her ass on it. When she starts to walk over toward the bathroom, he lunges after her, hugging his side to her rear. Before he has a chance to motorboat it, like some kind of moron, she spins to front him, and instead he grabs around hips ( his hand, 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 john, closing the door behind her. She could hear him half-heartedly complaining that she wasn't being very romanticistic, and she muttered to herself that if he put it in her front, their love wouldn't conclude with a passionate trip to sit on the gutter and knock off his cargo a bit time. She feels his sperm swimming around in her abdomen, getting queasy, so she takes a arse, and delay for his birthday present to terminate its journey .