*Warning : May hold back kissing*

Cindy sighs. She'd been waiting for the inevitable, and her new swain didn't disappoint. Being a girl of short stature with relatively modest breasts, there is one fussy feature of speech of hers that tends to attract men more than any former. And very much to her disheartenment, it isn't her love of the arts and skill, or her chicken feed that announce such things to the world. It is that which her female parent gave her. Which, itself, does not refer to her taste for emotional Lunaria annua, her taste for fantasise fiction or her grasp of the scientific method acting, but instead to an anatomical dimension that is pleasing to the eye. Which, again, does not refer to her red hair or her green eyes, typical familial traits that are inherited in simple transmitted patterns that can be mapped out by Punnett public square, but instead to a property that is only indirectly inherited through a complex interaction of genetic science, lifestyle and…

It's her ass. She's got a big, circular 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 relationship in psyche probably sneaked a eyeshade at her from fundament ( though the cat calls and the weird, random sexual collection she could do without ), but she never made the connection between admiring her parent 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 consistent leap from like a big, round behind to wanting access code to option number two. Still, Cindy was willing to try anything once. Or a few times. With each boyfriend.

Well, while she'd led her stream fellow to believe that she'd never done such a thing before, this wasn't entirely the truth. Or, anything like the truth. The grounds for the deception was two-fold : first, because she didn't want her relatively huge 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 case of fille that takes it up the bum. It was inevitable that she be asked, after all, and she didn't think it was very just 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 retentive world-beater"on a bathroom rampart and would she very much mind confirming or denying that she"took it in the keister ?"So she didn't exactly want to let in to just anyone that she'd actually done it more metre than anyone could reasonably keep enumeration.

And, yet again, her boyfriend of various 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 merry-go-round fashion that men seem to mistake for subtlety.

"Isn't it weird that anal retentive sex is, you know, a thing ?"he had said, one lazy early-summer even, 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 defend 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 upper turning point of the room, a blush evident.

"Uhm… in what way ?"

"Well."he said, getting back on handwriting, 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 male bonding,"she had said, trying to shroud how amusing she found it to derail his torture interest probe,"since Pigmy chimpanzee do it for that and a lot of other reasons, and historically, that's how homo have used it, too. Bit of a chicken or egg, though, since the property that make anal sex possible are basically just the property of a functioning rectum."

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

"Why have you been thinking about it ?"

"Oh ! It's just, you know how it is. Brain misfires… just random material. I've just been thinking about it for a piece. Trying to model… human being behaviour and, uh, sex. In my head."

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

"Could be better,"he'd said, deflating."So… you don't think that men and cleaning lady 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"part, probably because he wanted a generic theoretical answer, first.

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

"Oh."

And that had been the end of it. Cindy now knew that her young man wanted to have it off 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 situation for him to get home. She had spent the day eating the food for thought in his fridge and hiding from the June 21 rut, because she didn't handgrip heat very well, her organic structure not being designed for shedding it. That was the principle : tall and skinny, sheds passion well, little and plump, you come from the subarctic.

Still, though, she's leave to make a ritual killing for him. She's wearing her nigh formal jeans-and-tshirt jazz group, 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 military position herself in front man of it, so that when he opens it, she hugs him around the neck and plants a osculation on his lips.

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

"Hey, Cindy, I've been calling you all day. Is your cellular telephone 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 gestate to obtain natural endowment from people.

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

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

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

He freezes. He tries to read her expression for any sign of a"got ya !"but all he can remark is a swoon, haughty smirk and a trace of expectancy. She suggested a romantic night out on the town, and he certainly wouldn't idea going to his favorite restaurant, seeing the movie 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 tenseness. She watches his head 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 workforce are on her back, but he could serve her without saying anything… but what made her change her mind ? Had she changed her mind ? Is it a trap ?

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

"We could… but don't you want to 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 utter, 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 wrench and see his reaction, his weaponry are around her, and he pulls her towards him with so a good deal force that she's nearly lifted off her feet.

"H-hey !"she admonishes, not wanting to fall behind control condition of the office. He lessens his handle, somewhat, and starts to snog at her neck, apparently under the picture that he should be doing his full to romance her. She appreciates the effort.

She bends over to touch 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 nates. He releases his clench on her, and Montia lamprosperma half-mindedly, as if recovering from a daze.

"Is this for tangible ?"he says, though out of genuine skepticism or boyish hilarity she isn't sure.

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

"osculation me,"she says, with a bit More hesitance than she thought she would.

She expects him to obligate over to her in a single step and smash his lips into hers, but he calmly, if deliberately, walkway over to where she is, list low and kisses her softly. She closes her center, and puts her hired hand on his chest.

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

Which is to his advantage, as the very next affair 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 pants, but he's already done it, and is now pulling at her pant stage, taking off her underclothing simultaneously. He doesn't even bother to take out her socks before she feels his breathing spell on her sensitive component part. She absentmindedly places her hand on his head, urging him forward, and when his tongue makes first contact she grips at the sheets, having already worked herself up Thomas More than intended. Her essence is racing and her lips are trembling. She squeezes him with her thighs while he licks her up and down, soft and teasing at world-class, and then growing more and more exigent, pausing occasionally to try and thrust the tip up inside of her vagina. To his citation, he manages to keep his focal point there, showing a greater level of self-restraint than she currently is, thrashing her diminutive speed body in cristal while her glower half keeps him pinned in place, her wet warmth robbing him of breathing spell, while he ignores any and all discomfort in favor of continuing his pace, which stays steadily even as she grows more and Sir Thomas More tense, ever more and more soaking. If he needs to follow up for air, her second joint are ensuring that he can if and when she gets what she wants. And she does, as her trunk goes completely tense, and he feels her leg constrict around him once, twice, thrice, and she buries her brass in a pillow and moan heavily, her first orgasm of the dark a abruptly, intense one.

Her optic still adjusting to the post-orgasm world, she looks down at him between her stage, and remembers what it is she agreed to. exist it not his birthday, she would have little indisposition asking for another go, but instead, she rolls over onto her belly, and fishes through his nightstand for the vacuum tube of lube that she'd hidden there previously. If he notices this caution, he doesn't mention it, and instead fray his look ungracefully against her backside, taking special care to kiss her beauty mark, which he'd already confessed was his front-runner stain of hers. Having a conspicuous smear on the part of her that men were already particularly focused on made her self-conscious, as knowing she had a score there was an embarrassing choice morsel that always seemed to make its way through the grape vine, like it was the only if crucial thing to spill the beans about. Pushing that thought aside, she comes upon the lubricating substance, and hands it off back to him, and he accepts it.

A squirting stochasticity, and then in poor Holy Order, his custody are working between her cheeks, making her posterior as sticky and lubricated as the front.

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

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

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

"What ? Oh… sure,"she says, flipping over, trying not to get lubricator 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 impudence are steamy, and she can experience 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 hold of his shaft, running her hand up and down it. He moans at the feeling, and she notices that he's hard than he's ever been. She also makes a Federal Reserve note that, despite her history, this will be the crowing one she's done anal with. about little girl wouldn't let him NEAR them with that thing if that was his intention, but here she is lubing up the wide length of it. She hopes that he appreciates the attempt, as well.

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

"have you… done this before ?"

The question catches her off-guard, and she just sits in astonished silence for a minute. He chuckles to himself, which breaks the tension, but her impudence 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 appearance you how it's done."With that, she starts to lower her weight onto it, but the head is too bombastic for immediate accounting entry. She watches him see her with acute interest, as she pushes the tip of his cock up against the entryway to paradise. He grabs hold of her shank, and for a brief, terrible instant she thinks he's going to tear her down onto it, but instead, he seems to be making it easier for her to nurse up her own weight. She smiles a incompetent grin of gratitude and keeps trying to get the tip in, relaxing her physical structure and pushing out, but his big, stubborn dick garbage to go. In thwarting, she presses harder than she knows she should, and she yelps with success as it pops into place, her anal sphincter simultaneously held open by and clasping onto his upper shaft of light. 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 much notice in his castle in the air. She takes her helping hand off of it - her sphincter muscle is doing a exquisitely job holding it in stead, and puts her hands on his dresser, steadying herself at that summit above him. She breathes in through her teeth, as does he, but for different understanding. When she finally does start to move, only a tiny bit, he lets out a loud moan of appreciation, and she smiles in spite of it.

She gradually uses the effort to open her up, so she can frown herself onto it. Because he's holding her up partly, she's having an soft sentence of the cowgirl position than she had in the past, since having to hold herself up and relax her brawniness at the same time was nearly unimaginable. Still, his size is an obstacle, and she's glad that he's smart enough not to seduce fun of the face that she's making while trying to get used to the overly-stuffed sensation of his oversize member. Still, she doesn't like the way he seems to enjoy seeing her elbow grease and grit her way through it. He does regain it a petty 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 paw in the modest of her back, and then smacking at her big, fat buttock with the former. She yips, more out of surprisal than anything, because he didn't really put any force 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 of a true spank now, and then again. She bites him less playfully, but doesn't actually tell him to terminate, and so he holds his hand a foresightful way off to the side, and she watches as it disappears behind her, and feels the burning sting of it before she hears the thunderbolt, and the jolt in her loins as she comes to discover something new about herself. She leaves teethmarks in his berm, more out of inborn reflex than cattiness, and then releases him. He rubs at the bitemark, and sees that she her eye are tearing up.

"Are you alright ?"he says, concerned, not realizing that a combination of a shock, pain and little bit of cumming caused the tears, and not sadness or betrayal. Partly because she doesn't want to have him experience bad about it, and partly because she's a little wino on lecherousness, she responds in a wordless way that raises the stakes tremendously, as she puts her manus on her own brass ( feeling the affectionateness on the leave one ), and starts to go under down on him. She looks at him between matted kick, 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 totally thing from half of it, and she knew it would be uncomfortable, as she grits her teeth and sucks in air and her rectum protests, but the pain is surprisingly invigorating, and the feel on his face would be impossible otherwise. Her inside are churning, telling her to rout the intruder, who has much too much girth for a bantam young woman like her, and far too long for just about anyone, but what did her insides ever do for her, anyway ? She looks down at him, breathing heavily, shaking a bit.

"Say it again,"she says, sweetly.

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

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

Without warning, he pulls her up by the hips, and they separate, him popping gratuitous of her ass with a comical finger-in-mouth disturbance, which embarrasses her a bit. The sudden outlet makes her rings cramp, and she's about to chastise him until she sees that his aspect is composed and sure.

"I love you,"he says, again, and pulls her onto his bureau, holding her heading 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 line of reasoning his cock 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 ride up and down, longer strides now than she had before, and he grabs onto her waist again, but this time he takes a more active purpose. She knows that if they do this often plenty, she'll be able to fit snugly around him with only small-scale discomfort, and then they can really go wild, but for now, she's still keeping him to an even, half-shaft tread. Still, he presses up against her paries with a military unit, as she's too crocked to accommodate how duncical he is. Another miss might consider them mismatched lovers, what with his fat cock and her necessarily petite, taut options, but Cindy isn't a quitter.

She wonders why she keeps acquiescing to these requests, aside from just her good nature and her desire to continue her partners satisfied in all the direction she can. Here she is, bouncing up and down on another fuddled cock in her ass, when she could have just stuck to her torpedo and ignored it. Of course, while she doesn't like to let in it, she knows the actual intellect why. She knows her consistence's best feature, and she knows that she likes it when a guy goes crazy for it. Most of all, though, she knows that she likes the feeling of it disappearing up her chute, over and over again, or she wouldn't be able to stick out how big this one was. Or sit on it, for that matter.

He has her blockage for a second, which leaves them in the awkward attitude of having him inside of her ass while she sits on him, still, while he fumbles around on the flooring for something, which amuses her. He comes back up with a remote in hand, and uses it to turn on the stereo. He clicks it a few more times, and starts playing one of her favorite vocal. Without saying another countersign, they resume their pace.

She thinks that it's a fresh, romantic gesture… until she notices what he's using the bass beat for… and then she has to let in that it's kind of hot. She also likes the post, as from a doggy style attitude ( which is what guys usually request ), she has to provoke herself, and from any setback position, 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 piece of work, which all in all, means that she's enjoying it quite a bit. She can't have the full sheet-ripping coming from before, but she feels herself building to something all the Saami.

Without intellection, she coos"mighty there…"to him a few times, and he responds by putting his hand underneath where she's rubbing against him. Him touching her clitoris 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 face, and slipping a finger's breadth into her oral cavity. 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 broad of himself, but a piddling tease high was good for anybody. In the past, a few guys had played up the"you're a little woman of the street"angle too strongly, and she'd left them high and dry. Right now, though, she didn't want to have a haughty temper scene, along the stock of standing up just as he's about to finish, 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 can off like a geyser, she has a different ending in judgement. He dutifully gave hers, without falter or ill, and so she's to a greater extent than willing to regress the favor, a last natal day giving that he won't soon forget. At the height of his stroke, nearly slipping gratis, 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 heart-to-heart 12 in of her protesting rectum that are definitely going to find it in the morning. Her soft weight is resting down on him, and while normally she'd be a bit self-aware about it, in that state, with him lodged in her most vulnerable stead, she looks down on his facial expression, covered in sweat and contorted in transport, and has a repose moment of triumph all to herself. She squeezes her sphincter around his al-Qaeda, and his eyes nearly roll up into his head. She enjoys knowing that with just a flying few wring, 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 troll tush, pressing it down on his pole, and feigns concern."What's the matter ?"she says, shaking her rosehip and adjoin a bit, knowing that he's in absolutely no locating to do. She stretches and turns to bet back at where he's penetrating her, and she can see that his rooster is pulsing at the nucleotide. A Twin pair of devil and saint appear on her bare berm and tell her both to abide 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 point, however, as though the couplet of number remain nearly perfectly still, he groans, and she can see it on his side a indorse before she can actually feel him break open in her ass, a sudden impact, and then building pressure, as he fills her now-sticky bowels with a dire deluge of thick, teased-out muck. She suddenly finds it unmanageable to breath, and she realizes that in his excitement, he's squeezing her waist so tightly that she's locked in office. She feels a little pang of embarrassment at his keenness, and a little bit of pride, and more than than a little bit of exhilaration, herself, knowing that she'd have no choice in the matter if she had decided differently. Then again, she'd already made her option, and once it was made, he didn't have a chance 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 posture on high, bringing her boldness close to his.

She pulls her side away from him, and he kisses her neck opening in unconscious desire."You want to osculate my case while you're shooting in my ass ?"He grabs her by the nucha of the neck and pulls her into a buss that she barely fights before returning it in earnest, knowing full-well the sorts of names he's picking out for her in his oral sex as he frenches her while nutting in her butt. Still, his kiss is lovesome, and she can't fracture a boy for wanting to cerebrate of her in that way while literally further in her than a thermometer. She wouldn't let him see her rosiness, though.

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

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

"Now you'll have something to bet forward to your next birthday for,"she says, oculus 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 thought. I only let gentleman fuck my ass."

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

"That's fine,"she says, running her finger along his bureau until it touches his hand,"you'll find that I am of the eminent orderliness of dame,"she says, taking his digit into her oral fissure, and sucking the tip,"sometimes."

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

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

"Yep."

She leans forward, and pulls him out slowly. The mind pops discharge like a champagne bob, and she resists the itch to let his plentiful gift follow. It will take her a bit to get back to a less open state, and as it is, she's sword lily she didn't have a big lunch. Like clockwork, and just like all the others, he eagerly requests to see his handiwork. She pushes aside the thought that he resembles a fresh-faced Young boy who had a new toy to encounter 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 indignant, as is her usual demeanour directly before, during and after a rump-roast, she spins around on him, reversing the position, which she liked to conceive of as"slutty cowgirl."She sat on his abdominal cavity, which was intemperate, with her ass, which was delicate, and she had to admit that the odd skin-on-skin contact was pleasant. She knew he was running his eyes up and down her body, or at to the lowest degree, up to the modest of her dorsum. Looking over her shoulder, she confirms her suspicion, as he makes no try to appear up at her face. She rubs her bottom on him, and he finally meets her eyes.

"This is what you want to see, right ?"she says, rolling her centre, before leaning forward, grabbing onto his ankles, hiking her rear-end up in the operation. She shakes it in his side, and swears she can feel him put out more cum onto her belly as a result. He gets an eyeful of the full, naked moon that he'd been denied viewing while they were actually going at it, as well as a proper view of the lieu where he'd left behind a few billion sperm. Her anus gapes slightly, looking every bit as indignant as its possessor, and for a brief flash imitates the sum it was forced open up when he was inside of it. Having satisfied his asking, Cindy dismounts abruptly, before he has a chance to stick his finger inside. She thinks that his tool can't be much smaller than a fist, but she'd rather not bet her ass on it. When she starts to walk over toward the bathroom, he lunges after her, hugging his case to her rear. Before he has a prospect to motorboat it, like some kind of half-wit, she spins to face him, and instead he grabs around hips ( his manpower, of course, finding their way to her cheeks ) and holds onto her. She pats his head, half-affectionately, half-impatiently, and he eventually relinquishes his bear-hug. Her peg wobbly, her knee slightly knocked, she marches ungracefully to the lavatory, 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 presence, their making love wouldn't conclude with a passionate head trip to sit on the bathroom and drop his load a indorse time. She feels his spermatozoon swim around in her belly, getting anxious, so she takes a butt, and waits for his natal day present to end its journey .