*Warning : May arrest kissing*

Cindy sighs. She'd been waiting for the inevitable, and her new boyfriend didn't disappoint. Being a girl of dead stature with relatively modest breast, there is one picky lineament of hers that tends to attract men more than any early. And much to her consternation, it isn't her love of the artwork and sciences, or her shabu that announce such thing to the world. It is that which her mother gave her. Which, itself, does not mention to her penchant for emotional honesty, her taste for fancy fiction or her discernment of the scientific method acting, but instead to an anatomical property that is pleasing to the eye. Which, again, does not refer to her red hair or her green eyes, distinctive familial traits that are inherited in simple hereditary patterns that can be mapped out by Punnett square, but instead to a property that is only indirectly inherited through a composite interaction of genetics, life-style and…

It's her ass. She's got a big, round ass. You could call it a big, fat, beat 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 intellect probably sneaked a peak at her from rump ( though the cat calls and the Wyrd, random intimate solicitation she could do without ), but she never made the connection between admiring her rear end and wanting to put it in her keister. 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 jump from like a big, round rump to wanting access to option number two. Still, Cindy was unforced to try anything once. Or a few time. With each boyfriend.

well, while she'd led her electric current fellow to conceive that she'd never done such a thing before, this wasn't entirely the truth. Or, anything like the true statement. The reason for the deception was two-fold : first, because she didn't want her relatively vast experience with the pattern to mislead someone into thinking she was unbreakable, and second, because she didn't want to crop a reputation as the type of daughter 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 open of doing it. Still, she never wanted to hear that one of her guy-friends saw"Cindy is an anal tabby"on a bathroom wall and would she very much mind confirming or denying that she"took it in the tooshie ?"So she didn't exactly want to allow in to just anyone that she'd actually done it more fourth dimension than anyone could reasonably keep tally.

And, yet again, her boyfriend of several months, who'd so far been the nicest and most patient man she'd ever been with, had brought up the issue in the circle fashion that men seem to mistake for subtlety.

"Isn't it weird that anal sex is, you know, a matter ?"he had said, one lazy early-summer evening, while the fan in the elbow room hummed and she lay silently in his lap, browsing through e-books on her laptop. It was probably the most precipitous way anyone had ever brought up buttsex to her, and she had to declare back laughter when she finally put together what he'd said. He was idly stroking her hair at the prison term, and when she looked up at him, he was staring off into the upper corner of the room, a bloom evident.

"Uhm… in what way ?"

"Well."he said, getting back on playscript, 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 intention for it, right ?"

"It might be for male bonding,"she had said, trying to enshroud how amusing she found it to derail his tormented interest probe,"since pygmy chimpanzees do it for that and a bunch of other rationality, and historically, that's how humanity have used it, too. Bit of a chicken or egg, though, since the properties that make anal sex potential are basically just the property 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 take after up.

"Why have you been thinking about it ?"

"Oh ! It's just, you know how it is. mind misfires… just random clobber. I've just been thinking about it for a while. Trying to model… homo behavior and, uh, sexuality. In my head."

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

"Could be beneficial,"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 excuse,"so, would you do it ?"He didn't get around to saying the"with me"part, probably because he wanted a generic wine 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 swain wanted to bang her bottom, and had desperately wanted to ask her about it. Looking back on it, she sighs again. What else can she do ?

They'd gotten to the"spare key"stage pretty early, so she was waiting in his place for him to get place. She had spent the day eating the food for thought in his fridge and concealment from the midsummer heating, because she didn't handle heat very well, her organic structure 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 brace of heels that she's sealed she could last-place maybe three, four time of day in. When she hears his key in the door, she positions herself in front of it, so that when he opens it, she hugs him around the neck opening and plants a candy kiss 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 flex 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 care about his birthday, and didn't really gestate to receive gift from people.

"We could go out…"she says, still hugging close to him, her breathing time on his cervix,"if you want to. I've got a eatery picked out… your favorite… my dainty. And after, we could go see that new Ricci sidekick pic you've been so shake up about. And then we could buy a loaf of bread of dough, 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 stick inside, and you could fuck my ass."

He freezes. He tries to take her expression for any polarity of a"got ya !"but all he can detect is a syncope, haughty smirk and a hint of prediction. She suggested a amatory Night out on the Ithiel Town, and he certainly wouldn't intellect going to his favorite eating place, 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 relieve the tenseness. She watches his nous jump through basketball game. Watching him turn himself inside out was probably deserving it. Had he heard her wrong ? He suddenly becomes very mindful of her system of weights sitting in his lap. His hired hand are on her back, but he could answer her without saying anything… but what made her alteration her thinker ? 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 perplex it in my pooper ?"she says, and he whimpers."I know you've been wanting to for… well, since you first told me, but I'm sure it's been at least a little longer than that."

He remains silent. Again, she watches the wheels turning. Just as he's about to speak, she slips off of his lap and turns away towards the room access."Alright, movie it is,"she says, walking deliberately away from him. Before she has a chance to turn and see his reaction, his arms are around her, and he pulls her towards him with so very much force that she's nearly lifted off her feet.

"H-hey !"she admonishes, not wanting to lose control condition of the site. He lessens his grip, somewhat, and starts to kiss at her cervix, apparently under the feeling that he should be doing his adept to romance her. She appreciates the effort.

She bends over to touch her toes and is nearly knocked to the flooring 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 arse. He releases his clasp on her, and blinks half-mindedly, as if recovering from a daze.

"Is this for real ?"he says, though out of genuine mental rejection or boylike glee 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 arms 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 enemy. She walks over to his bedroom doorway, and leans against the frame.

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

She expects him to tie up over to her in a bingle step and bang up his back talk into hers, but he calmly, if deliberately, walks over to where she is, leans low and kisses her softly. She closes her heart, 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 part. She's not sure if it's because he's trying to"encounter his poster right,"as she'd suggested, but the way he's acting is making it difficult for her to go along the breaks on.

Which is to his reward, 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 base of the bed, and he is before her, pulling her stage up. She motions to unfasten her pants, but he's already done it, and is now pulling at her pant legs, taking off her underclothing simultaneously. He doesn't even bother to remove her socks before she feels his breath on her sensitive percentage. She absentmindedly places her paw on his caput, urging him forward, and when his tongue makes first contact she travelling bag at the sheets, having already worked herself up more than intended. Her nerve is racing and her backtalk are trembling. She squeezes him with her second joint while he licks her up and down, diffused and teasing at get-go, and then growing more and more crying, pausing occasionally to try and hurtle the tip up inside of her vagina. To his course credit, he manages to keep his focus there, showing a greater level of self-restraint than she currently is, thrashing her midget upper consistence in transport while her small half keeps him pinned in blank space, her wet warmth robbing him of breath, while he ignores any and all soreness in party favour of continuing his gait, which stays steadily even as she grows more and more tense, ever more and more souse. If he needs to number up for air, her thighs are ensuring that he can if and when she gets what she wants. And she does, as her body goes completely tense, and he feels her legs constrict around him once, twice, thrice, and she buries her grimace in a pillow and moans heavily, her first orgasm of the Nox a short, intense one.

Her eyes still adjusting to the post-orgasm cosmos, she looks down at him between her wooden leg, and remembers what it is she agreed to. Were it not his birthday, she would throw petty vacillation asking for another go, but instead, she rolls over onto her belly, and fishes through his nightstand for the tube of lubricator that she'd hidden there previously. If he notices this forethought, he doesn't mention it, and instead scratch his cheek ungracefully against her backside, taking especial care to kiss her beauty mark, which he'd already confessed was his best-loved post of hers. Having a conspicuous billet 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 embarrass choice morsel that always seemed to make its way through the grapevine, like it was the solely important 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 noise, and then in short order, his hands are working between her face, making her backside as mucilaginous 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 existent buttsex.

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

"Do you… need to be on top ? It might be well-off, you know, if you can control it…"

"What ? Oh… sure,"she says, flipping over, trying not to get lube on the sheet. He leans back, and she crawls over to him. He watches her hips carry side to side as she crawls, and she climbs on top of him, and sits on the stand of his cock. Her impudence 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 smattering, reaches behind her, and grabs cargo deck of his shaft, running her hand up and down it. He moans at the touch, and she notices that he's punishing than he's ever been. She also makes a government note that, despite her history, this will be the biggest one she's done anal with. most fille wouldn't let him NEAR them with that matter if that was his purpose, but here she is lubing up the full length of it. She hopes that he appreciates the endeavour, as well.

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

"Have you… done this before ?"

The enquiry catches her off guard, and she just sits in stunned silence for a endorsement. He chuckles to himself, which breaks the tensity, but her cheeks redden. He looks her up and down, as if deliberately"resizing"her, and so to steal back the reins, she pushes him over, and sits up, holding his cock underneath her.

"Here,"she says, emphasizing"here"by putting him up to her puckered anus,"I'll show you how it's done."With that, she starts to lower her weight onto it, but the head is too large for immediate accounting entry. She watches him look out her with intense interest, as she pushes the tip of his pecker up against the entrance to paradise. He grabs hold of her waist, and for a brief, dread instant she thinks he's going to pull up her down onto it, but instead, he seems to be making it easier for her to sustain up her own exercising weight. She smiles a clunky grinning of gratitude and keeps trying to get the tip in, relaxing her body and pushing out, but his big, stubborn dick refuses to go. In frustration, she presses unvoiced than she knows she should, and she yelps with succeeder as it pops into home, her anal sphincter simultaneously held open by and clasping onto his upper shaft. Her hint becomes fickle 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 reverie. She takes her hand off of it - her sphincter is doing a all right job holding it in place, and puts her hands on his bureau, steadying herself at that height above him. She breathes in through her teeth, as does he, but for dissimilar grounds. When she finally does originate to move, only a tiny bit, he lets out a loud groan of grasp, and she smiles in bitchiness of it.

She gradually uses the movement to spread her up, so she can lower herself onto it. Because he's holding her up partly, she's having an well-heeled meter of the cowgirl placement than she had in the past, since having to hold herself up and relax her muscles at the same time was nearly impossible. Still, his size is an obstacle, and she's gladiola that he's smart enough not to make 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 get 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 deal in the minor of her back, and then slaps at her big, fat cheek with the early. She yips, Sir Thomas More out of surprise 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 of a unfeigned spank now, and then again. She bites him less playfully, but doesn't actually tell him to stop over, and so he holds his hand 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 bombshell, and the jolt in her pubes as she comes to find out something new about herself. She leaves teethmarks in his shoulder, more out of physiological reaction than bitchiness, and then releases him. He rubs at the bitemark, and sees that she her heart are tearing up.

"Are you alright ?"he says, concerned, not realizing that a combination of a blow, pain and little bit of cumming caused the tears, and not sadness or betrayal. Partly because she doesn't want to have him feel bad about it, and partly because she's a little drunk on lust, she responds in a unspoken way that raises the wager tremendously, as she puts her helping hand on her own cheeks ( feeling the warmth on the left one ), and starts to slide down down on him. She looks at him between matted bang, biting her lip and maintaining eye striking while she slides down over him, or while she takes him inside, depending on the position. She nearly takes the whole thing from half of it, and she knew it would be uncomfortable, as she grits her teeth and sucks in air and her rectum dissent, but the annoyance is surprisingly animate, and the look on his face would be unimaginable otherwise. Her inside are churning, telling her to drum out the intruder, who has much too much girth for a petite girl 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 run, slightly, again, placing her hands on his bureau again.

Without warning, he pulls her up by the hip, and they separate, him popping spare of her ass with a laughable finger-in-mouth noise, which embarrasses her a bit. The sudden issue makes her tintinnabulation 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 moment until she remembers what they were doing. She pushes herself up, again, into her sitting position, and then assembly line his cock up with her incoming 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 twit up and down, longer strides now than she had before, and he grabs onto her shank again, but this fourth dimension he takes a more active role. She knows that if they do this often enough, she'll be able to fit snugly around him with only minor discomfort, and then they can really go raving mad, but for now, she's still keeping him to an even, half-shaft pace. Still, he presses up against her bulwark with a military group, as she's too pie-eyed to accommodate how thick he is. Another girl might turn over them mismatched devotee, 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 petition, aside from just her good nature and her desire to keep her cooperator satisfied in all the ways she can. Here she is, bouncing up and down on another stiff cock in her ass, when she could have just stuck to her guns and ignored it. Of course, while she doesn't like to admit it, she knows the existent understanding why. She knows her organic structure's respectable 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 slide, over and over again, or she wouldn't be able-bodied to stand how big this one was. Or sit on it, for that matter.

He has her stop for a indorsement, 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 floor for something, which amuses her. He comes back up with a remote in hand, and uses it to turn on the stereoscopic picture. He clicks it a few more times, and starts playing one of her pet birdsong. Without saying another watchword, they resume their pace.

She thinks that it's a dessert, romantic gesture… until she notices what he's using the bass voice beat for… and then she has to acknowledge that it's kind of hot. She also likes the position, as from a doggy style position ( which is what guys usually postulation ), she has to stir herself, and from any reverse position, she can't watch 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 Lapplander.

Without thinking, she coos"right there…"to him a few fourth dimension, and he responds by putting his hired man underneath where she's rubbing against him. Him touching her button sets her off, and she sighs through a pocket-sized, satisfying one, constricting around him involuntarily in the center of it.

He's smugger than before."You like it in your ass, don't you ?"he says, reaching up to her face, and slipping a digit into her sassing. 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 wide of himself, but a little tantalize high was soundly for anybody. In the past, a few guys had played up the"you're a lilliputian bawd"angle too strongly, and she'd left them high and dry. Right now, though, she didn't want to hold a prideful irritability tantrum, along the lines of standing up just as he's about to complete, as if to say"I'm taking my rear and going home."

Instead, seeing that he's quickly approaching his limit, and is trying to stutter out that he's about to elicit off like a geyser, she has a unlike ending in mind. He dutifully gave hers, without hesitancy or complaint, and so she's Sir Thomas More than willing to return the favor, a concluding birthday gift that he won't soon bury. At the height of his stroke, nearly slipping relinquish, 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 daybreak. Her soft weight is resting down on him, and while normally she'd be a bit self-conscious about it, in that commonwealth, with him lodged in her most vulnerable situation, she looks down on his boldness, covered in sweat and contorted in ecstasy, and has a quiet 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 ready few squeeze, she could squeeze it out of him like toothpaste. Or lubricating substance. She considers saying"yes, I like it in my ass. Don't you ?"but decides to redeem that for another time. Instead, she rears up, all of her weightiness supported on her big round tush, pressing it down on his pole, and feigns business concern."What's the matter ?"she says, shaking her hips and butt a bit, knowing that he's in absolutely no position to answer. She stretches and turns to look back at where he's penetrating her, and she can see that his tool is pulsing at the infrastructure. A twin couplet of Devil and holy man appear on her bare shoulders and tell her both to fend immediately and to sit still for a belly-filling moment longer, and she's not even certainly which is which. It's quickly a moot breaker point, however, as though the span of figures remain nearly perfectly still, he groans, and she can see it on his face a 2nd before she can actually feel him erupt in her ass, a sudden impact, and then construction force per unit area, as he fills her now-sticky bowels with a desperate deluge of thick, teased-out slime. She suddenly finds it difficult to breath, and she realizes that in his hullabaloo, he's squeezing her waist so tightly that she's locked in place. She feels a minuscule twinge of plethora at his eagerness, and a slight bit of pride, and more than a little bit of excitement, herself, knowing that she'd have no pick in the matter if she had decided differently. Then again, she'd already made her choice, and once it was made, he didn't have a chance to pick out an surrogate ending. She thinks to warn him that he's hurting her, but he relents before she does, and pulls her Down from her position on high up, bringing her face finish to his.

She pulls her font away from him, and he kisses her neck in unconscious mind desire."You want to buss my nerve 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 head as he frenches her while nutting in her cigaret. Still, his kiss is lovesome, and she can't break a boy for wanting to think of her in that way while literally boost in her than a thermometer. She wouldn't let him see her blush, though.

When the twitching stops, and he's filled her up as much as she can, to the gunpoint where she can finger it sloshing around, she kisses him again."Did you like it ?"she says, knowing that anyone would have a hard time giving him a better 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 bet forward to your adjacent birthday for,"she says, eyes narrowing, and she can see his little 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 ideas. I only let gentleman fuck my ass."

He smiles."My peeress, you will get hold that I am of the highest parliamentary procedure of gentleman,"he says, and then reaches behind her to slap her ass again."Sometimes."

"That's fine,"she says, running her fingerbreadth along his chest until it touches his hand,"you'll find that I am of the mellow order of lady,"she says, taking his finger into her sassing, and sucking the tip,"sometimes."

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

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

"Yep."

She leans forward, and pulls him out slowly. The head pops absolve like a champagne cork, and she resists the urge to let his ample gift follow. It will take her a bit to get back to a less open United States Department of State, and as it is, she's glad she didn't have a big tiffin. Like clockwork, and just like all the others, he eagerly requests to see his handiwork. She pushes aside the opinion that he resembles a fresh-faced young boy who had a new toy to act as 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 conduct directly before, during and after a rump-roast, she spins around on him, reversing the spot, which she liked to call back of as"slutty cowgirl."She sat on his belly, which was hard, with her backside, which was soft, and she had to admit that the odd skin-on-skin contact was pleasant. She knew he was running his optic up and down her physical structure, or at least, up to the small of her backrest. Looking over her shoulder, she confirms her suspicion, as he makes no attempt to look up at her boldness. She rubs her bottom on him, and he finally meets her eyes.

"This is what you want to see, right ?"she says, rolling her eyes, before leaning forward, grabbing onto his ankle, hiking her rear-end up in the cognitive operation. She shakes it in his face, and swears she can palpate him publish more cum onto her stomach as a solvent. He gets an eyeful of the good, bare moon that he'd been denied viewing while they were actually going at it, as well as a right panorama of the place where he'd left behind a few billion sperm. Her anus gapes slightly, looking every bit as incensed as its owner, and for a brief flash imitates the amount it was forced exposed when he was inside of it. Having satisfied his petition, Cindy dismounts abruptly, before he has a chance to stick his digit inside. She thinks that his puppet 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 can, he lunges after her, hugging his fount to her fundament. Before he has a fortune to motorboat it, like some sort of half-wit, she spins to face up him, and instead he grabs around pelvic girdle ( his hands, of course of instruction, finding their way to her face ) and holds onto her. She pats his head, half-affectionately, half-impatiently, and he eventually relinquishes his bear-hug. Her legs wobbly, her knee slightly knocked, she marches ungracefully to the bathroom, closing the door behind her. She could hear him half-heartedly complaining that she wasn't being very romantic, and she muttered to herself that if he put it in her front, their lovemaking wouldn't conclude with a passionate head trip to sit on the stool and knock off his consignment a 2d sentence. She feels his sperm swim around in her belly, getting unquiet, so she takes a bum, and waits for his birthday present to finish its journey .