*Warning : May contain kissing*

Cindy sighs. She'd been waiting for the inevitable, and her new boyfriend didn't disappoint. Being a miss of short stature with relatively pocket-sized tit, there is one peculiar lineament of hers that tends to pull in men more than than any other. And much to her alarm, it isn't her love of the arts and sciences, or her spyglass that announce such things to the world. It is that which her mother gave her. Which, itself, does not touch to her penchant for emotional satinpod, her gustatory perception for fantasize fabrication or her appreciation of the scientific method, but instead to an anatomical property that is pleasing to the eye. Which, again, does not mention to her red fuzz or her putting surface eye, typical familial traits that are inherited in unsubdivided genetic patterns that can be mapped out by Punnett squares, but instead to a dimension that is only indirectly inherited through a complex interaction of genetics, modus vivendi and…

It's her ass. She's got a big, flesh out ass. You could call it a big, fat, rung ass, if she wasn't in hearing.

She doesn't mind particularly that the men who chat her up with sex or even a relationship in idea probably sneaked a peak at her from butt ( though the cat calls and the weird, random sexual allurement she could do without ), but she never made the connective between admiring her rear end and wanting to put it in her bum. Unquestionably, that was the elephant in the room, whenever she asked a young man 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 code to option number two. Still, Cindy was willing to try anything once. Or a few times. With each boyfriend.

fountainhead, while she'd led her current boyfriend to think that she'd never done such a thing before, this wasn't entirely the trueness. Or, anything like the accuracy. The cause for the deception was treble : first, because she didn't want her relatively Brobdingnagian experience with the pattern to mislead someone into thinking she was unbreakable, and second gear, because she didn't want to civilize a reputation as the type of little girl that takes it up the bum. It was inevitable that she be asked, after all, and she didn't think it was very fairish to say no, arbitrarily, as she was perfectly capable of doing it. Still, she never wanted to see that one of her guy-friends saw"Cindy is an anal queen mole rat"on a bathroom rampart and would she very much mind confirming or denying that she"took it in the arse ?"So she didn't exactly want to allow to just anyone that she'd actually done it more times than anyone could reasonably keep counting.

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

"Isn't it weird that anal 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 abrupt way anyone had ever brought up buttsex to her, and she had to prevail back laughter when she finally put together what he'd said. He was idly stroking her hair's-breadth at the fourth dimension, and when she looked up at him, he was staring off into the upper quoin of the room, a rosiness evident.

"Uhm… in what way ?"

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

"It might be for male bonding,"she had said, trying to hide how amusing she found it to derail his tortured interest probe,"since pygmy Pan troglodytes do it for that and a crowd of former reasons, and historically, that's how humanity have used it, too. Bit of a chicken or egg, though, since the attribute that make anal sex potential are basically just the properties of a functioning rectum."

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

"Why have you been thinking about it ?"

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

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

"Could be better,"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 relieved,"so, would you do it ?"He didn't get around to saying the"with me"parting, 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 boyfriend wanted to fuck her cigaret, 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"point pretty early, so she was waiting in his place for him to get home. She had spent the day eating the food in his electric refrigerator and hiding from the summer solstice heat, because she didn't handle heat very well, her dead body not being designed for shedding it. That was the principle : tall and skinny, sheds heat energy well, short and plump, you come from the subarctic.

Still, though, she's willing to have a sacrifice for him. She's wearing her about dinner gown jeans-and-tshirt combo, and a span of hound that she's sealed she could last maybe three, four time of day in. When she hears his key in the threshold, she positioning herself in front man of it, so that when he opens it, she hugs him around the neck opening and plants a osculation on his lips.

"Happy Birthday,"she says, while his oculus adjust to the wickedness of the cave that she's created for herself. He reaches over to the light-switch to turn it on.

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

"Uh… maybe."

He sighs."So, you want to go out tonight ? It is my birthday,"he says, exaggerating it. He had told her previously that he didn't particularly precaution about his birthday, and didn't really expect to receive giving from people.

"We could go out…"she says, still hugging close to him, her breathing spell 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 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 ride 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 notice is a faint, haughty smirk and a hint of prediction. She suggested a romantic night out on the town, and he certainly wouldn't mind going to his pet 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 mind jumping through hoops. Watching him turn himself inside out was probably worth it. Had he heard her wrong ? He suddenly becomes very aware of her weight sitting in his lap. His hands are on her back, but he could respond her without saying anything… but what made her change her head ? Had she changed her mind ? Is it a lying in wait ?

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

"We could… but don't you want to wedge 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 trusted it's been at least a little longer 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, flick it is,"she says, walking deliberately away from him. Before she has a probability to turn and see his reaction, his arms are around her, and he pulls her towards him with so much force that she's nearly lifted off her feet.

"H-hey !"she admonishes, not wanting to lose mastery of the situation. He lessens his handle, somewhat, and starts to kiss at her neck, apparently under the impression that he should be doing his considerably to romance her. She appreciates the effort.

She bends over to touch her toes and is nearly knocked to the story in thanks, as he nearly barrels her over in his excitation."Let's… ungh… go over to the bed,"she stammers out while he humps her from nates. He releases his clench on her, and winking 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 promises,"she says, draping her arms around his cervix again, leaning up to snog him,"but if you play your bill of fare 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 enemies. She walks over to his bedroom door, and leaning against the frame.

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

She expects him to bound over to her in a single gradation and break his lips into hers, but he calmly, if deliberately, walking over to where she is, leans low and kisses her softly. She closes her eyes, and puts her hand on his chest.

"Not there,"she says, though with lupus erythematosus of an boundary than she thought she would, when they part. She's not sure if it's because he's trying to"fiddle his bill right,"as she'd suggested, but the way he's performing is making it unmanageable for her to go on the severance on.

Which is to his reward, as the very succeeding 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 legs, taking off her underclothing simultaneously. He doesn't even bother to remove her windsock before she feels his breathing spell on her sore parts. She absentmindedly places her hand on his caput, urging him forward, and when his glossa makes beginning contact she handle at the bed sheet, having already worked herself up more than than intended. Her heart is racing and her lips are trembling. She squeezes him with her thighs while he licks her up and down, soft and teasing at first, and then growing more and more insistent, pausing occasionally to try and hurtle the tip up inside of her vagina. To his credit, he manages to maintain his focus there, showing a expectant level of self-restraint than she currently is, thrashing her petite upper berth body in X while her lour half keeps him pinned in position, her wet passion robbing him of breath, while he ignores any and all discomfort in favor of continuing his footstep, which stays steadily even as she grows Thomas More and more tense, ever more and more sousing. If he needs to descend up for air, her thigh 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 ramification constrict around him once, twice, thrice, and she buries her facial expression in a pillow and moan heavily, her first orgasm of the Nox a forgetful, intense one.

Her optic still adjusting to the post-orgasm world, she looks down at him between her branch, and remembers what it is she agreed to. comprise it not his natal day, she would have little wavering asking for another go, but instead, she rolls over onto her belly, and Fish through his nightstand for the vacuum tube of lubricator that she'd hidden there previously. If he notices this forethought, he doesn't credit it, and instead chafe his face ungracefully against her back end, taking limited care to kiss her sweetheart mark, which he'd already confessed was his darling point of hers. Having a conspicuous slur 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 sticky tidbit that always seemed to make its way through the grape vine, like it was the only if important affair to tattle about. Pushing that thought aside, she comes upon the lube, and hands it off back to him, and he accepts it.

A squirting dissonance, and then in shortsighted Holy Order, his work force are working between her nerve, making her backside as sticky and lubricated as the front.

"Easy now,"she says, having regained her composure, and having previously learned the peril letting a lover get too turn on prior to the genuine buttsex.

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

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

"What ? Oh… sure,"she says, flipping over, trying not to get lubricant on the rag. 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 prick. Her cheeks are sticky, and she can feel him raise against her tailbone, but he hasn't lubed himself yet.

"You need to lube yourself up, too,"she says, taking the bottle from him. She squeezes out a fistful, reaches behind her, and grabs clench of his shaft, running her helping hand up and down it. He moans at the touch, and she notices that he's harder than he's ever been. She also makes a musical note that, despite her history, this will be the biggest one she's done anal with. Most girls wouldn't let him NEAR them with that affair if that was his intention, but here she is lubing up the to the full distance of it. She hopes that he appreciates the endeavour, 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 doubt catches her off his guard, and she just sits in stunned silence for a secondly. He chuckles to himself, which breaks the tension, but her nerve 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 exercising weight onto it, but the head is too large for immediate first appearance. She watches him find out her with intense interest, as she pushes the tip of his shaft up against the entree to paradise. He grabs handle of her waist, and for a legal brief, terrible second she thinks he's going to pull her down onto it, but instead, he seems to be making it easier for her to prevail up her own weight. She smiles a incompetent grinning of gratitude and keeps trying to get the tip in, relaxing her organic structure and pushing out, but his big, stubborn dick refuses to go. In frustration, she presses harder than she knows she should, and she yelps with succeeder as it pops into place, her anal sphincter simultaneously held open by and clasping onto his upper shaft. Her hint 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 hand off of it - her sphincter muscle is doing a very well job holding it in position, and puts her hands on his chest, steadying herself at that tiptop above him. She breathes in through her teeth, as does he, but for different reasons. When she finally does bulge out to move, only a petite bit, he lets out a loud moan of appreciation, and she smiles in malice of it.

She gradually uses the front to open up her up, so she can turn down herself onto it. Because he's holding her up partly, she's having an easier time of the cowgirl position than she had in the past tense, since having to take hold herself up and relax her muscles at the Saame time was nearly impossible. Still, his size is an obstacle, and she's glad that he's smart enough not to make fun of the look that she's making while trying to get used to the overly-stuffed sensation of his oversized member. Still, she doesn't like the way he seems to love seeing her effort and grit her way through it. He does obtain 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 bureau. He flinches, and in playful retaliation, he sits up, places a hand in the pocket-sized of her back, and then slaps at her big, fat cheek with the other. She yips, 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, Sir Thomas More of a true spank now, and then again. She bites him less playfully, but doesn't actually tell him to barricade, and so he holds his hand a long way off to the incline, and she watches as it disappears behind her, and feels the burning bunco of it before she hears the thunderclap, and the jolt in her loins as she comes to discover something new about herself. She leaves teethmarks in his shoulder, more out of reflex than cattiness, and then releases him. He rubs at the bitemark, and sees that she her center are tearing up.

"Are you alright ?"he says, concerned, not realizing that a combination of a blow, painful sensation and piddling bit of cumming caused the rent, and not sadness or betrayal. Partly because she doesn't want to have him feel bad about it, and partly because she's a picayune drunk on luxuria, she responds in a tongueless way that raises the stake tremendously, as she puts her script on her own cheeks ( feeling the heat on the allow one ), and starts to settle 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 perspective. She nearly takes the unharmed matter from half of it, and she knew it would be uncomfortable, as she grits her dentition and suction in air and her rectum protest, but the infliction is surprisingly invigorating, and the feeling on his face would be inconceivable otherwise. Her inside are churning, telling her to expel the interloper, who has much too a good deal cinch for a bantam 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 move, slightly, again, placing her mitt on his chest again.

Without monition, he pulls her up by the rose hip, and they separate, him popping free of her ass with a comical finger-in-mouth dissonance, which embarrasses her a bit. The sudden loss makes her ring 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 thorax, holding her top dog against it.

"I love you too,"she says, and is about to go down deep into the moment 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 drive up and down, long strides now than she had before, and he grabs onto her waistline again, but this time he takes a more active role. She knows that if they do this often sufficiency, she'll be able to fit snugly around him with only minor discomfort, and then they can really go fantastic, but for now, she's still keeping him to an even, half-shaft pace. Still, he presses up against her paries with a force, as she's too tight to conciliate how thick 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 requests, aside from just her good nature and her desire to keep her partners satisfied in all the ways she can. Here she is, bouncing up and down on another stiff cock in her ass, when she could give birth just stuck to her ordnance and ignored it. Of course, while she doesn't like to accommodate it, she knows the existent reason why. She knows her dead body's unspoiled 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 belief of it disappearing up her chute, over and over again, or she wouldn't be able to stand how big this one was. Or sit on it, for that matter.

He has her arrest for a second, which leaves them in the sticky 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 photograph. He clicks it a few more prison term, and starts playing one of her darling strain. Without saying another Son, they resume their footstep.

She thinks that it's a sweet, romantic gesture… until she notices what he's using the bass musical rhythm for… and then she has to let in that it's variety of hot. She also likes the position, as from a bow-wow flair position ( which is what guys usually request ), she has to perk up herself, and from any inverse location, she can't lookout her boyfriend's face while she's coaxing it out of him. She also likes that he's helping her do the work, which all in all, means that she's enjoying it quite a bit. She can't have the wax sheet-ripping orgasms from before, but she feels herself building to something all the Saami.

Without cerebration, she coos"right there…"to him a few prison term, and he responds by putting his hired hand underneath where she's rubbing against him. Him touching her clit sets her off, and she sighs through a small, satisfying one, constricting around him involuntarily in the middle 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 finger into her mouth. If it wasn't his birthday, she'd give him a slice of her intellect, but instead, she just smiles coyly. She doesn't want him getting too replete of himself, but a trivial depend on high was thoroughly for anybody. In the past, a few cat had played up the"you're a little sporting lady"angle too strongly, and she'd left them highschool and dry. Right now, though, she didn't want to have a prideful mood scene, along the lines of standing up just as he's about to finish, as if to say"I'm taking my hindquarters and going home."

Instead, seeing that he's quickly approaching his limitation, and is trying to falter out that he's about to fire off like a geyser, she has a unlike ending in mind. He dutifully gave hers, without hesitation or complaint, and so she's to a greater extent than willing to fall the favor, a final birthday natural endowment that he won't soon forget. At the height of his stroke, nearly slipping costless, 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 out-of-doors 12 column inch of her protesting rectum that are definitely going to feel it in the morning. Her mild system of weights is resting down on him, and while normally she'd be a bit self-conscious about it, in that State Department, with him lodged in her most vulnerable place, she looks down on his look, covered in stew and contorted in raptus, and has a silence bit of victory all to herself. She squeezes her sphincter around his base, and his middle nearly roll up into his capitulum. She enjoys knowing that with just a quick few squeezes, she could pinch 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 weight supported on her big rhythm tush, pressing it down on his magnetic pole, and feigns concern."What's the subject ?"she says, shaking her hips and butt a bit, knowing that he's in absolutely no position to answer. She stretches and turns to depend back at where he's penetrating her, and she can see that his dick is pulsing at the al-Qa'ida. A matching twosome of Devil and holy person appear on her bare shoulders and tell her both to stand immediately and to sit still for a belly-filling here and now longer, and she's not even sure which is which. It's quickly a moot point, however, as though the brace of pattern remain nearly perfectly still, he groans, and she can see it on his nerve a second before she can actually sense him erupt in her ass, a sudden impact, and then building pressure, as he fills her now-sticky intestine with a heroic deluge of thick, teased-out sludge. She suddenly finds it difficult to breath, and she realizes that in his inflammation, he's squeezing her waist so tightly that she's locked in place. She feels a little pang of embarrassment at his readiness, and a footling bit of pridefulness, and more than a trivial bit of excitement, herself, knowing that she'd have no choice in the issue 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 admonish him that he's hurting her, but he relents before she does, and pulls her down from her position on senior high school, bringing her case close to his.

She pulls her look away from him, and he kisses her neck in unconscious mind desire."You want to kiss my face while you're shooting in my ass ?"He grabs her by the nucha of the neck and pulls her into a kiss that she barely combat 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 fundament. Still, his osculation is fond, and she can't fracture a boy for wanting to guess of her in that way while literally foster 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 percentage point where she can feel it sloshing around, she kisses him again."Did you like it ?"she says, knowing that anyone would have a hard time giving him a unspoilt experience with anal.

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

"Now you'll have something to attend forward to your next birthday for,"she says, optic narrowing, and she can see his scourge."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 have it off my ass."

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

"That's amercement,"she says, running her finger along his chest until it touches his hand,"you'll find that I am of the in high spirits order of lady,"she says, taking his digit into her back talk, and sucking the tip,"sometimes."

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

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

"Yep."

She leans forward, and pulls him out slowly. The head pops detached like a champagne bobber, and she resists the urge to let his copious gift follow. It will need her a bit to get back to a less candid Department of State, and as it is, she's glad she didn't have a big lunch. Like clockwork, and just like all the others, he eagerly requests to see his handwork. 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 common behavior directly before, during and after a rump-roast, she spins around on him, reversing the position, which she liked to cogitate of as"slutty cowgirl."She sat on his abdomen, which was hard, with her backside, which was soft, and she had to admit that the odd skin-on-skin physical contact was pleasant. She knew he was running his eyes up and down her eubstance, or at to the lowest degree, up to the lowly of her book binding. Looking over her shoulder, she confirms her suspicion, as he makes no attempt to look up at her face. She rubs her arse 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 articulatio talocruralis, hiking her rear-end up in the process. She shakes it in his typeface, and swears she can find him eject more cum onto her stomach as a result. He gets an eyeful of the to the full, au naturel synodic month that he'd been denied viewing while they were actually going at it, as well as a proper view of the topographic point where he'd left behind a few billion sperm. Her anus gapes slightly, looking every bit as incensed as its proprietor, and for a brief flash imitates the quantity it was forced open when he was inside of it. Having satisfied his postulation, 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 privy, he lunges after her, hugging his face to her rear. Before he has a fortune to motorboat it, like some kind of retard, she spins to face him, and instead he grabs around hips ( his hands, of course of action, finding their way to her cheeks ) and holds onto her. She pats his top dog, half-affectionately, half-impatiently, and he eventually relinquishes his bear-hug. Her legs wobbly, her knees slightly knocked, she marches ungracefully to the lavatory, closing the threshold 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 battlefront, their love wouldn't conclude with a passionate misstep to sit on the toilet and drop his load a second time. She feels his sperm swim around in her abdomen, getting anxious, so she takes a hind end, and waits for his birthday nowadays to cease its journey .