*Warning : May bear kissing*

Cindy sighs. She'd been waiting for the inevitable, and her new boyfriend didn't disappoint. Being a young woman of short stature with relatively modest breasts, there is one finicky feature article of hers that tends to attract men more than any other. And much to her dismay, it isn't her love of the humanistic discipline and sciences, or her glasses that announce such things to the globe. It is that which her mother gave her. Which, itself, does not refer to her predilection for emotional honesty, her perceptiveness for phantasy fiction or her appreciation of the scientific method, but instead to an anatomical belongings that is pleasing to the eye. Which, again, does not refer to her red hair or her green centre, typical familial traits that are inherited in wide-eyed transmissible patterns that can be mapped out by Punnett squares, but instead to a holding that is only indirectly inherited through a building complex fundamental interaction of genetics, lifestyle and…

It's her ass. She's got a big, round ass. You could yell it a big, fat, one shot 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 judgment 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 connecter between admiring her tush end and wanting to put it in her butt. Unquestionably, that was the elephant in the room, whenever she asked a swain if there was anything they wanted to try. She couldn't quite understand the ordered leap from like a big, round rump to wanting admission to option number two. Still, Cindy was will to try anything once. Or a few times. With each boyfriend.

Well, while she'd led her 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 deception was two-fold : first, because she didn't want her relatively huge experience with the praxis to mislead someone into thinking she was unbreakable, and endorsement, because she didn't want to cultivate a report as the type of missy 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 retentive queen"on a toilet rampart and would she very much mind confirming or denying that she"took it in the rear ?"So she didn't exactly want to admit to just anyone that she'd actually done it more times than anyone could reasonably keep tally.

And, yet again, her beau of several calendar month, who'd so far been the nicest and most patient man she'd ever been with, had brought up the event in the roundabout style that men seem to mistake for nicety.

"Isn't it weird that anal sex is, you know, a matter ?"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 computer. It was probably the most abrupt way anyone had ever brought up buttsex to her, and she had to hold back laughter when she finally put together what he'd said. He was idly stroking her hair's-breadth at the meter, and when she looked up at him, he was staring off into the upper nook of the 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 very evolutionary determination for it, right ?"

"It might be for manly bonding,"she had said, trying to hide how risible she found it to derail his tortured involvement probe,"since pygmy chimpanzees do it for that and a lot of former reason, and historically, that's how human have used it, too. Bit of a volaille or egg, though, since the properties that make anal sex potential are basically just the dimension of a functioning rectum."

He had nodded, utterly defeated, and had gone back to stroking her tomentum without saying anything. Taking commiseration 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… man demeanour and, uh, sexuality. In my head."

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

"Could be practiced,"he'd said, deflating."So… you don't think that men and women 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 jutting,"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 beau 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"spare key"level 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 midsummer heat, because she didn't handle hotness very well, her body not being designed for shedding it. That was the principle : tall and skinny, sheds heat well, scant and plump, you come from the subarctic.

Still, though, she's volition to nominate a ritual killing for him. She's wearing her most dinner gown jeans-and-tshirt jazz band, and a yoke of heels that she's sure she could last maybe three, four 60 minutes in. When she hears his key in the door, she positions herself in movement of it, so that when he opens it, she hugs him around the cervix 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 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 natal day,"he says, exaggerating it. He had told her previously that he didn't particularly forethought about his natal day, and didn't really await to receive talent 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 restaurant picked out… your favorite… my treat. And after, we could go see that new Ricci chum moving picture you've been so excited about. And then we could buy a loaf of staff of life, 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 second, he seems to agree.

"…or… we could continue inside, and you could make out my ass."

He freezes. He tries to understand her look for any sign of a"got ya !"but all he can acknowledge is a deliquium, haughty smirk and a hint of anticipation. She suggested a wild-eyed night out on the townsfolk, and he certainly wouldn't idea going to his favorite eating house, seeing the picture 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 nous jumping through hoops. Watching him call on himself inside out was probably worth it. Had he heard her damage ? He suddenly becomes very aware of her free weight sitting in his lap. His mitt are on her back, but he could reply 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 enough it's been at least a little foresighted than that."

He remains dumb. 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, moving-picture show it is,"she says, walking deliberately away from him. Before she has a chance to sprain and see his reaction, his blazonry 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 mislay ascendance of the berth. He lessens his handle, somewhat, and starts to kiss at her neck, apparently under the opinion that he should be doing his best 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 cargo hold on her, and blinks half-mindedly, as if recovering from a daze.

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

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

"kiss me,"she says, with a bit More hesitancy than she thought she would.

She expects him to reverberate over to her in a single step and smash his back talk into hers, but he calmly, if deliberately, walk of life over to where she is, leans low and kisses her softly. She closes her eye, and puts her handwriting on his chest.

"Not there,"she says, though with less of an edge than she thought she would, when they role. She's not sure if it's because he's trying to"make for his poster right,"as she'd suggested, but the way he's playing is making it difficult for her to restrain the breaks on.

Which is to his advantage, as the very next thing she knows, she's face-up on the bed, and her shirt is off. So is his. She's halfway between the headboard and the foot of the bed, and he is before her, pulling her legs up. She motions to unfasten her knickers, but he's already done it, and is now pulling at her trouser branch, taking off her underwear simultaneously. He doesn't even bother to remove her wind sleeve before she feels his breath on her sensitive section. She absentmindedly places her handwriting on his nous, urging him forward, and when his tongue makes first contact she grips at the sheets, having already worked herself up more than intended. Her mettle is racing and her backtalk are trembling. She squeezes him with her thighs while he licks her up and down, cushy and teasing at first, and then growing more and more insistent, pausing occasionally to try and thrust the tip up inside of her vagina. To his recognition, he manages to keep his focus there, showing a expectant level of self-restraint than she currently is, thrashing her flyspeck upper body in ecstasy while her lower one-half keeps him pinned in place, her wet warmth robbing him of breath, while he ignores any and all irritation in favor of continuing his pace, which stays steadily even as she grows more and more tense, ever more and more soak. 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 body goes completely tense up, and he feels her legs constrict around him once, twice, thrice, and she buries her side in a pillow and groan heavily, her first orgasm of the Nox a short, intense one.

Her centre still adjusting to the post-orgasm world, she looks down at him between her legs, and remembers what it is she agreed to. personify it not his natal day, she would have little wavering asking for another go, but instead, she rolls over onto her belly, and fishes through his nightstand for the tube of lubricant that she'd hidden there previously. If he notices this care, he doesn't cite it, and instead fray his face ungracefully against her backside, taking particular care to kiss her beauty mark, which he'd already confessed was his favorite point of hers. Having a blazing spot on the part of her that men were already particularly focused on made her self-conscious, as knowing she had a mark there was an embarrassing tidbit that always seemed to wee its way through the grape, like it was the only crucial affair 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 racket, and then in short edict, his hands are working between her cheeks, making her ass as steamy and lubricated as the front.

"Easy now,"she says, having regained her calm, and having previously learned the danger letting a buff get too wind up prior to the actual buttsex.

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

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

"What ? Oh… sure,"she says, flipping over, trying not to get lube on the shroud. 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 nucleotide of his cock. Her cheek are sticky, and she can feel him erect against her tailbone, but he hasn't lubed himself yet.

"You need to lube yourself up, too,"she says, taking the bottle from him. She squeezes out a handful, reaches behind her, and snatch keep of his shaft, running her mitt up and down it. He moans at the skin senses, and she notices that he's toilsome than he's ever been. She also makes a bank bill that, despite her history, this will be the biggest one she's done anal with. to the highest degree young lady wouldn't let him NEAR them with that thing if that was his intention, but here she is lubing up the entire length of it. She hopes that he appreciates the effort, as well.

"Now, no sudden jabbing, okay ?"she says, and waits for him to nod. Instead, he gets a comical facial expression on his face.

"rich person you… done this before ?"

The question catches her off your guard, and she just sits in stunned silence for a endorse. 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 slip back the reins, she pushes him over, and sits up, holding his cock underneath her.

"Here,"she says, emphasizing"here"by putting him up to her puckered anus,"I'll show you how it's done."With that, she starts to get down her weight onto it, but the head is too large for contiguous entry. She watches him watch her with acute stake, as she pushes the tip of his cock up against the entrance to paradise. He grabs hold of her waistline, and for a legal brief, terrible instant she thinks he's going to pull her down onto it, but instead, he seems to be making it easier for her to harbor up her own weight. She smiles a gawky smile of gratitude and keeps trying to get the tip in, relaxing her body and pushing out, but his big, unregenerate dick refuses to go. In frustration, she presses harder than she knows she should, and she yelps with success as it pops into place, her anal retentive anatomical sphincter simultaneously held undecided by and clasping onto his speed rotating shaft. Her breath becomes erratic and she grunts a bit in irritation as she gets used to the challenge of it, but he doesn't take very much notice in his castle in Spain. She takes her hand off of it - her sphincter is doing a fine job holding it in position, and puts her hands on his chest, steadying herself at that tiptop above him. She breathes in through her tooth, as does he, but for dissimilar ground. When she finally does start to move, only a petite bit, he lets out a loud moan of perceptiveness, and she smiles in bitchiness of it.

She gradually uses the social movement to open her up, so she can frown herself onto it. Because he's holding her up partly, she's having an easier time of the cowgirl view than she had in the past times, since having to hold herself up and relax her heftiness at the same sentence was nearly impossible. Still, his size is an obstruction, and she's gladiolus that he's smart enough not to pretend fun of the face that she's making while trying to get used to the overly-stuffed sensation of his oversized fellow member. Still, she doesn't like the way he seems to revel seeing her exertion and grit her way through it. He does notice 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. He flinches, and in playful retaliation, he sits up, places a hand in the small of her spinal column, and then slaps at her big, fat cheek with the other. She yips, Sir Thomas More out of surprisal than anything, because he didn't really put any force behind it, but as revenge she bites gently into his shoulder. This proves to be a miscalculation, as the ante-raising doesn't end there, and he slaps her again, more 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 handwriting a farsighted way off to the side, and she watches as it disappears behind her, and feels the burning sting of it before she hears the thunderclap, and the shock in her loins as she comes to discover something new about herself. She leaves teethmarks in his shoulder, more out of reflex than spite, and then releases him. He rubs at the bitemark, and sees that she her eyes are tearing up.

"Are you alright ?"he says, concerned, not realizing that a combination of a seismic disturbance, pain and trivial bit of cumming caused the bust, and not sadness or betrayal. Partly because she doesn't want to have him find bad about it, and partly because she's a little sot on lust, she responds in a wordless way that raises the post tremendously, as she puts her hands on her own cheek ( feeling the warmth on the provide one ), and starts to drop down down on him. She looks at him between matted bangs, biting her lip and maintaining eye contact while she slides down over him, or while she takes him inside, depending on the linear perspective. She nearly takes the whole thing from half of it, and she knew it would be uncomfortable, as she grits her tooth and sucks in air and her rectum protests, but the pain is surprisingly invigorate, and the look on his face would be impossible otherwise. Her interior are churning, telling her to expel the interloper, who has much too much girth for a petite lady friend like her, and far too hanker 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 mitt on his chest again.

Without warning, he pulls her up by the hips, and they separate, him popping free of her ass with a risible finger-in-mouth disturbance, which embarrasses her a bit. The sudden exit makes her band spasm, and she's about to chastise him until she sees that his face is composed and certain.

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

"I love you too,"she says, and is about to fall deep into the mo until she remembers what they were doing. She pushes herself up, again, into her sitting position, and then lines 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 tantalise up and down, foresighted strides now than she had before, and he grabs onto her shank again, but this time he takes a more active office. She knows that if they do this often plenty, she'll be able to fit snugly around him with only venial discomfort, and then they can really go gaga, but for now, she's still keeping him to an even, half-shaft gait. Still, he presses up against her rampart with a force, as she's too closely to suit how loggerheaded he is. Another girl might consider them mismatched lovers, what with his fat cock and her necessarily petite, taut pick, but Cindy isn't a quitter.

She wonders why she keeps acquiescing to these asking, aside from just her good nature and her desire to keep her partners satisfied in all the style she can. Here she is, bouncing up and down on another cockeyed cock in her ass, when she could have just stuck to her guns and ignored it. Of trend, while she doesn't like to accept it, she knows the real reason why. She knows her organic structure's best feature film, and she knows that she likes it when a guy goes crazy for it. well-nigh of all, though, she knows that she likes the impression of it disappearing up her chute, over and over again, or she wouldn't be capable to stick out how big this one was. Or sit on it, for that matter.

He has her stop for a sec, which leaves them in the awkward status 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 hired man, and uses it to flex on the stereo. He clicks it a few more time, and starts playing one of her preferred birdcall. Without saying another word, they resume their pace.

She thinks that it's a sweet, amorous gesture… until she notices what he's using the bass beat for… and then she has to admit that it's sort of hot. She also likes the spot, as from a doggy style emplacement ( which is what guys usually petition ), she has to stimulate herself, and from any contrary positioning, she can't sentry her boyfriend's look while she's coaxing it out of him. She also likes that he's helping her do the workplace, which all in all, means that she's enjoying it quite a bit. She can't have the to the full sheet-ripping orgasm from before, but she feels herself building to something all the Saami.

Without thinking, she coos"rightfield there…"to him a few metre, and he responds by putting his hand underneath where she's rubbing against him. Him touching her clit sets her off, and she sighs through a humble, 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 while of her mind, but instead, she just smiles coyly. She doesn't want him getting too full of himself, but a minuscule riding high was trade good for anybody. In the past times, a few guys had played up the"you're a little whore"angle too strongly, and she'd left them high and dry. Right now, though, she didn't want to induce a prideful temper tantrum, along the tune of standing up just as he's about to wind up, as if to say"I'm taking my butt end and going home."

Instead, seeing that he's quickly approaching his limit, and is trying to stammer out that he's about to go off off like a geyser, she has a dissimilar ending in mind. He dutifully gave hers, without hesitation or charge, and so she's more than willing to return the favor, a final birthday endowment that he won't soon forget. At the height 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 sackful while he's suddenly now pushing open 12 inches of her protesting rectum that are definitely going to feel it in the dayspring. Her easygoing weight is resting down on him, and while normally she'd be a bit self-conscious about it, in that state, with him lodged in her most vulnerable place, she looks down on his face, covered in sweat and contorted in raptus, and has a quiet moment of triumph all to herself. She squeezes her sphincter muscle around his base, and his center nearly roll up into his head. She enjoys knowing that with just a quick few squeezes, she could extort it out of him like toothpaste. Or lubricator. She considers saying"yes, I like it in my ass. Don't you ?"but decides to pull through that for another time. Instead, she rears up, all of her exercising weight supported on her big round of golf tush, pressing it down on his pole, and feigns concern."What's the matter ?"she says, shaking her hips and butt a bit, knowing that he's in absolutely no location to respond. She stretches and turns to look back at where he's penetrating her, and she can see that his cock is pulsing at the al-Qaida. A twin duet of devil and saint appear on her bare shoulders and assure 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 level, however, as though the twain of anatomy remain nearly perfectly still, he groans, and she can see it on his face a second before she can actually feel him erupt in her ass, a sudden impact, and then building force per unit area, as he fills her now-sticky bowel with a heroic alluvion 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 property. She feels a little twinge of embarrassment at his forwardness, and a little bit of pride, and more than than a short bit of hullabaloo, herself, knowing that she'd have no choice in the thing if she had decided differently. Then again, she'd already made her pick, and once it was made, he didn't have a chance to pluck out an alternate ending. She thinks to monish him that he's hurting her, but he relents before she does, and pulls her down from her position on gamy, bringing her nerve close to his.

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

When the twitch stops, and he's filled her up as much as she can, to the peak where she can feel it sloshing around, she kisses him again."Did you like it ?"she says, knowing that anyone would have a hard sentence giving him a considerably 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 front forward to your future birthday for,"she says, eyes narrowing, and she can see his terror."Maybe Christmastide, if you're good."

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

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

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

"That's fine,"she says, running her finger's breadth along his chest until it touches his helping hand,"you'll find that I am of the gamy order of lady,"she says, taking his finger 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 come in out ?"

"Yep."

She leans forward, and pulls him out slowly. The head pops relinquish like a champagne cork, and she resists the impulse to let his copious gift follow. It will select her a bit to get back to a less open DoS, and as it is, she's glad 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 thought that he resembles a fresh-faced young boy who had a new toy to play with, noting that she'd probably have to caution him after all was said and done that her ruck up anus is, in fact, not a toy. A bit indignant, as is her common demeanour directly before, during and after a rump-roast, she spins around on him, reversing the position, which she liked to call up of as"slutty cowgirl."She sat on his venter, which was hard, with her backside, which was soft, and she had to accommodate that the odd skin-on-skin inter-group communication was pleasant. She knew he was running his eyes up and down her eubstance, or at least, up to the belittled of her back. Looking over her shoulder, she confirms her mistrust, as he makes no attempt to attend 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 eyes, before leaning forward, grabbing onto his mortise joint, hiking her rear-end up in the operation. She shakes it in his face, and swears she can feel him release more cum onto her stomach as a consequence. He gets an eyeful of the wide-cut, nude moon that he'd been denied viewing while they were actually going at it, as well as a proper view of the place where he'd left behind a few billion spermatozoan. Her anus gapes slightly, looking every bit as umbrageous as its owner, and for a brief flash imitates the amount it was forced afford when he was inside of it. Having satisfied his asking, Cindy dismounts abruptly, before he has a probability to get his finger inside. She thinks that his peter can't be much smaller than a clenched fist, but she'd rather not bet her ass on it. When she starts to walk over toward the lavatory, he lunges after her, hugging his face to her hindquarters. Before he has a probability to motorboat it, like some sort of retard, she spins to front him, and instead he grabs around hips ( his manus, of course, finding their way to her buttock ) 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 bathroom, closing the door behind her. She could get a line him half-heartedly complaining that she wasn't being very romantic, and she muttered to herself that if he put it in her battlefront, their sexual love wouldn't conclude with a passionate head trip to sit on the potty and drop his load a back time. She feels his sperm swimming around in her paunch, getting unquiet, so she takes a seat, and waits for his natal day present to complete its journey .