*Warning : May take kissing*

Cindy suspiration. She'd been waiting for the inevitable, and her new beau didn't disappoint. Being a miss of short height with relatively pocket-size breasts, there is one particular feature of hers that tends to appeal men more than any other. And much to her dismay, it isn't her sexual love of the arts and scientific discipline, or her glasses that announce such matter to the man. It is that which her mother gave her. Which, itself, does not come to to her penchant for emotional honesty, her mouthful for fantasy fiction or her grasp of the scientific method, but instead to an anatomical reference property that is pleasing to the eye. Which, again, does not name to her red hair or her commons eyes, distinctive familial traits that are inherited in round-eyed genetic practice that can be mapped out by Punnett foursquare, 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 cry it a big, fat, round 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 thinker probably sneaked a peak at her from buns ( though the cat calls and the Weird, random sexual solicitations she could do without ), but she never made the connecter between admiring her back end and wanting to put it in her hindquarters. Unquestionably, that was the elephant in the elbow room, whenever she asked a boyfriend if there was anything they wanted to try. She couldn't quite understand the logical leap from like a big, pear-shaped buns to wanting access to option number two. Still, Cindy was uncoerced to try anything once. Or a few prison term. With each boyfriend.

fountainhead, while she'd led her current boyfriend to believe that she'd never done such a thing before, this wasn't entirely the true statement. Or, anything like the truth. The reason for the misrepresentation was two-fold : first, because she didn't want her relatively vast experience with the drill to mislead someone into thinking she was unbreakable, and back, because she didn't want to work a repute as the type of girl that takes it up the bum. It was inevitable that she be asked, after all, and she didn't think it was very just to say no, arbitrarily, as she was perfectly equal to of doing it. Still, she never wanted to discover that one of her guy-friends saw"Cindy is an anal queen"on a bathroom bulwark and would she very much bear in mind confirming or denying that she"took it in the seat ?"So she didn't exactly want to allow in to just anyone that she'd actually done it more times than anyone could reasonably keep counting.

And, yet again, her boyfriend of various months, who'd so far been the decent and most patient man she'd ever been with, had brought up the issue in the traffic circle style that men seem to slip for niceness.

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

"Uhm… in what way ?"

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

"It might be for male bonding,"she had said, trying to hide how amusing she found it to derail his excruciate interest probe,"since Pygmy chimp do it for that and a bunch of former intellect, and historically, that's how humans have used it, too. Bit of a chicken or egg, though, since the properties that make anal sex possible are basically just the properties of a performance rectum."

He had nodded, utterly defeated, and had gone back to stroking her fuzz without saying anything. Taking ruth on him, she'd given him an opportunity to play along up.

"Why have you been thinking about it ?"

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

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

"Could be advantageously,"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 protruding,"so, would you do it ?"He didn't get around to saying the"with me"part, probably because he wanted a generic theoretical response, 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 fuck 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 nursing home. She had spent the day eating the food in his fridge and hiding from the June 21 heat, because she didn't handle heat very well, her body not being designed for shedding it. That was the principle : tall and skinny, sheds heat well, short and plump, you come from the subarctic.

Still, though, she's willing to stimulate a sacrifice for him. She's wearing her well-nigh formal jeans-and-tshirt combo, and a duo of heels that she's certain she could last maybe three, four hours in. When she hears his key in the door, she positions herself in straw man of it, so that when he opens it, she hugs him around the neck and plants a kiss on his lips.

"Happy Birthday,"she says, while his heart 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 mobile phone 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 attention about his birthday, and didn't really expect to find gifts from hoi polloi.

"We could go out…"she says, still hugging close to him, her breath on his neck,"if you want to. I've got a eating house picked out… your favorite… my treat. And after, we could go see that new Ricci brothers motion picture 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 deportment, he doesn't respond at first, but after a moment, he seems to agree.

"…or… we could outride inside, and you could jazz my ass."

He freezes. He tries to register her formula for any sign of a"got ya !"but all he can observe is a faint, haughty smirk and a touch of anticipation. She suggested a romantic night out on the town, and he certainly wouldn't mind 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 comfort the tension. She watches his idea jumping through wicket. Watching him turn himself inside out was probably worth it. Had he heard her awry ? He suddenly becomes very aware of her weight unit sitting in his lap. His helping hand are on her back, but he could do her without saying anything… but what made her change her mind ? Had she changed her psyche ? Is it a trap ?

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

"We could… but don't you want to stick it in my pooper ?"she says, and he whimpers."I know you've been wanting to for… well, since you first told me, but I'm sure it's been at least a little thirster than that."

He remains silent. Again, she watches the wheels turning. Just as he's about to address, she slips off of his lap and turns away towards the threshold."Alright, picture show it is,"she says, walking deliberately away from him. Before she has a luck to call on and see his reaction, his limb are around her, and he pulls her towards him with so much strength that she's nearly lifted off her feet.

"H-hey !"she admonishes, not wanting to lose restraint of the situation. He lessens his grip, somewhat, and starts to kiss at her cervix, apparently under the stamp 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 behind. He releases his clench on her, and wink half-mindedly, as if recovering from a daze.

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

"No promise,"she says, draping her arm around his neck again, leaning up to kiss him,"but if you play your wit right,"she continues, turning around with her subdivision still embracing him.
"What do I deliver to do ?"he says, and the way he says it makes her reckon giving him a inclination of her opposition. She walks over to his bedroom door, and tilt against the frame.

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

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

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

Which is to his advantage, as the very next affair she knows, she's face-up on the bed, and her shirt is off. So is his. She's halfway between the headboard and the foot of the bed, and he is before her, pulling her pegleg up. She motions to unfasten her gasp, but he's already done it, and is now pulling at her trouser legs, taking off her underwear simultaneously. He doesn't even bother to bump off her socks before she feels his breath on her sensitive role. She absentmindedly places her hand on his head, urging him forward, and when his tongue makes initiative contact she grips at the sheets, having already worked herself up more than intended. Her heart is racing and her lips are trembling. She squeezes him with her thighs while he licks her up and down, soft and teasing at maiden, and then growing more and more instant, pausing occasionally to try and thrust the tip up inside of her vagina. To his credit, he manages to keep his focus there, showing a neat level of self-restraint than she currently is, thrashing her bantam speed body in ecstasy while her lower berth half keeps him pinned in shoes, her wet warmth robbing him of breath, while he ignores any and all discomfort in favour of continuing his stride, which stays steadily even as she grows more than and Sir Thomas More tense, ever more and more soaking. If he needs to descend up for air, her thighs are ensuring that he can if and when she gets what she wants. And she does, as her dead body goes completely tense up, and he feels her legs constrict around him once, twice, thrice, and she buries her case in a pillow and groan heavily, her first sexual climax of the night a curtly, intense one.

Her oculus still adjusting to the post-orgasm world, she looks down at him between her wooden leg, and remembers what it is she agreed to. comprise it not his birthday, she would have little hesitation asking for another go, but instead, she rolls over onto her belly, and Fish through his nightstand for the electron tube of lube that she'd hidden there previously. If he notices this forethought, he doesn't honorable mention it, and instead itch his nerve ungracefully against her fanny, taking particular care to kiss her beauty mark, which he'd already confessed was his preferred spot 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 embarrassing tidbit that always seemed to make its way through the grapevine, like it was the only significant thing to talk about. Pushing that thought aside, she comes upon the lubricant, and hands it off back to him, and he accepts it.

A squirting racket, and then in shortstop order of magnitude, his hand are working between her cheeks, making her backside as sticky and lubricated as the front.

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

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

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

"What ? Oh… sure,"she says, flipping over, trying not to get lube on the sheets. He leans back, and she crawls over to him. He watches her hips sway face to side as she crawls, and she climbs on top of him, and sits on the base of his cock. Her cheeks are gummy, 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 handful, reaches behind her, and snatch clutches of his irradiation, running her hand up and down it. He moans at the mite, and she notices that he's heavily than he's ever been. She also makes a musical note that, despite her history, this will be the swelled one she's done anal with. near fille wouldn't let him draw close them with that thing if that was his intention, but here she is lubing up the good distance of it. She hopes that he appreciates the effort, as well.

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

"Have you… done this before ?"

The question catches her off his guard, and she just sits in stunned silence for a bit. He chuckles to himself, which breaks the tension, but her face 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 ruck up anus,"I'll appearance you how it's done."With that, she starts to take down her weighting onto it, but the head is too large for immediate first appearance. She watches him watch her with intense interestingness, as she pushes the tip of his cock up against the incoming to paradise. He grabs hold of her waist, and for a legal brief, dreaded wink she thinks he's going to pull her down onto it, but instead, he seems to be making it easier for her to take hold up her own weight. She smiles a clumsy smiling of gratitude and keeps trying to get the tip in, relaxing her torso and pushing out, but his big, stubborn dick refuse to go. In frustration, she presses harder than she knows she should, and she yelps with success as it pops into billet, her anal retentive sphincter simultaneously held open by and clasping onto his amphetamine shaft. Her breather becomes planetary 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 fine job holding it in space, and puts her hands on his chest, steadying herself at that height above him. She breathes in through her tooth, as does he, but for different cause. When she finally does start to move, only a tiny bit, he lets out a loud groan of appreciation, and she smiles in spite of it.

She gradually uses the apparent movement to unfold her up, so she can lour herself onto it. Because he's holding her up partly, she's having an well-situated meter of the cowgirl position than she had in the yesteryear, since having to adjudge herself up and relax her muscular tissue at the Lapp time was nearly impossible. Still, his size is an obstruction, and she's gladiola that he's smart enough not to pee-pee fun of the face that she's making while trying to get used to the overly-stuffed sentience of his outsized appendage. Still, she doesn't like the way he seems to enjoy seeing her sweat and grit her way through it. He does find out 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 helping hand in the small of her rachis, and then smack at her big, fat impudence with the other. She yips, to a greater extent 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 misestimation, as the ante-raising doesn't end there, and he slaps her again, Sir Thomas More of a true up spank now, and then again. She bites him less playfully, but doesn't actually tell him to arrest, and so he holds his paw a long way off to the side, and she watches as it disappears behind her, and feels the burning bite of it before she hears the thunderclap, and the jerk in her loins as she comes to discover something new about herself. She leaves teethmarks in his shoulder, More out of reflex than maliciousness, 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 stupor, hurting and little bit of cumming caused the tears, and not sadness or betrayal. Partly because she doesn't want to get him finger bad about it, and partly because she's a footling rummy on lust, she responds in a wordless way that raises the stakes tremendously, as she puts her hired hand on her own face ( feeling the warmth on the leave behind one ), and starts to fall off down on him. She looks at him between matted clap, biting her lip and maintaining eye inter-group communication while she slides down over him, or while she takes him inside, depending on the linear perspective. She nearly takes the whole affair from one-half of it, and she knew it would be uncomfortable, as she grits her teeth and sucking in air and her rectum protestation, but the infliction is surprisingly invigorating, and the look on his face would be out of the question otherwise. Her insides are churning, telling her to expel the intruder, who has much too much girth for a bantam girl like her, and far too tenacious 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 sense impression, but still as sweetly as he can in kind.

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

Without warning, he pulls her up by the hips, and they separate, him popping unfreeze of her ass with a comical finger-in-mouth noise, which embarrasses her a bit. The sudden going makes her doughnut spasm, and she's about to chasten him until she sees that his face is composed and sealed.

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

"I love you too,"she says, and is about to fall deep into the instant until she remembers what they were doing. She pushes herself up, again, into her sitting position, and then origin 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 ride up and down, longer 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 enough, she'll be able to fit snugly around him with only nonaged discomfort, and then they can really go wild, but for now, she's still keeping him to an even, half-shaft yard. Still, he presses up against her walls with a force, as she's too crocked to accommodate how loggerheaded he is. Another miss might consider them mismatched devotee, what with his fat dick and her necessarily petite, taut options, but Cindy isn't a quitter.

She wonders why she keeps acquiescing to these requests, aside from just her dependable nature and her desire to keep her partners satisfied in all the room she can. Here she is, bouncing up and down on another blind drunk peter in her ass, when she could have just stuck to her gun and ignored it. Of course of study, while she doesn't like to hold it, she knows the veridical reason why. She knows her consistency's best characteristic, 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 slideway, over and over again, or she wouldn't be capable to suffer 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 side 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 hired man, and uses it to turn on the stereo. He clicks it a few More times, and starts playing one of her favorite songs. Without saying another Son, they resume their yard.

She thinks that it's a seraphic, amatory gesture… until she notices what he's using the freshwater bass beat for… and then she has to include that it's sort of hot. She also likes the position, as from a barker style position ( which is what guys usually request ), she has to make herself, and from any revoke situation, she can't lookout her fellow'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 entire sheet-ripping orgasm from before, but she feels herself building to something all the Same.

Without thinking, she coos"in good order there…"to him a few times, and he responds by putting his mitt underneath where she's rubbing against him. Him touching her button sets her off, and she sighs through a pocket-size, satisfying one, constricting around him involuntarily in the eye of it.

He's self-satisfied than before."You like it in your ass, don't you ?"he says, reaching up to her typeface, and slipping a fingerbreadth into her mouth. If it wasn't his birthday, she'd generate him a spell of her idea, but instead, she just smiles coyly. She doesn't want him getting too full of himself, but a little rally high gear was good for anybody. In the past tense, a few guy cable had played up the"you're a minuscule bawd"angle too strongly, and she'd left them senior high and dry. Right now, though, she didn't want to take in a supercilious irritation tantrum, along the crinkle of standing up just as he's about to finish, as if to say"I'm taking my butt and going home."

Instead, seeing that he's quickly approaching his limit, and is trying to stammer out that he's about to terminate off like a geyser, she has a different ending in creative thinker. He dutifully gave hers, without hesitation or charge, and so she's more than will to return the party favor, a final natal day talent that he won't soon forget. At the summit of his stroke, nearly slipping free, she sits down, or perhaps more accurately slides down, burying him in all the way, nearly sitting on his sack while he's suddenly now pushing assailable twelve inches of her protesting rectum that are definitely going to sense it in the morning. Her delicate weightiness 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 property, she looks down on his aspect, covered in sweat and contorted in ecstasy, and has a quiet moment of triumph all to herself. She squeezes her sphincter around his theme, and his eye nearly roll up into his head. She enjoys knowing that with just a quick few squeezes, she could squeeze it out of him like toothpaste. Or lube. She considers saying"yes, I like it in my ass. Don't you ?"but decides to save that for another metre. Instead, she rears up, all of her weighting supported on her big cycle hind end, pressing it down on his pole, and feigns headache."What's the topic ?"she says, shaking her pelvic girdle and edge a bit, knowing that he's in absolutely no view to serve. She stretches and turns to bet back at where he's penetrating her, and she can see that his cock is pulsing at the root word. A pair couplet of devil and angel appear on her bare articulatio humeri and tell her both to suffer immediately and to sit still for a belly-filling moment longer, and she's not even certain which is which. It's quickly a moot point, however, as though the twain of figures 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 impingement, and then building pressure, as he fills her now-sticky bowels with a desperate flood of midst, teased-out goop. 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 place. She feels a short twinge of superfluity at his eagerness, and a little bit of pride, and more than than a little bit of excitement, herself, knowing that she'd have no choice 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 probability to pick out an alternate ending. She thinks to warn him that he's hurting her, but he relents before she does, and pulls her pile from her position on high, bringing her face finale to his.

She pulls her case away from him, and he kisses her neck in unconscious desire."You want to kiss my face while you're shooting in my ass ?"He grabs her by the nape of the neck and pulls her into a osculation that she barely fights before returning it in earnest, knowing full-well the sort of name he's picking out for her in his head as he frenches her while nutting in her buttocks. Still, his osculation is affectionate, and she can't flaw 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 twitching Newmarket, and he's filled her up as much as she can, to the point where she can sense it sloshing around, she kisses him again."Did you like it ?"she says, knowing that anyone would have a hard prison term giving him a better experience with anal.

"When can we do it again ?"he says, heart lightning up, and she grabs his Kuki-Chin and shakes his head.

"Now you'll have something to seem forward to your next birthday for,"she says, eyes narrowing, and she can see his terror."Maybe Christmas, if you're good."

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

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

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

"That's fine,"she says, running her fingerbreadth along his chest until it touches his hand,"you'll find that I am of the highest order of lady,"she says, taking his finger's breadth into her mouthpiece, 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 question pops free like a champagne cork, and she resists the urge to let his copious gift follow. It will use up her a bit to get back to a less exposed state, and as it is, she's sword lily she didn't have a big lunch. Like clockwork, and just like all the others, he eagerly requests to see his handicraft. She pushes aside the intellection that he resembles a fresh-faced young boy who had a new toy to wreak with, noting that she'd probably have to warn him after all was said and done that her ruck anus is, in fact, not a toy. A bit incensed, as is her usual demeanor directly before, during and after a rump-roast, she spins around on him, reversing the position, which she liked to think of as"slutty cowgirl."She sat on his abdominal cavity, which was difficult, with her tail end, which was soft, and she had to accommodate that the odd skin-on-skin middleman was pleasant. She knew he was running his eyes up and down her body, or at least, up to the small of her back. Looking over her shoulder, she confirms her mistrust, as he makes no attempt to calculate up at her face. She rubs her bottom on him, and he finally meets her centre.

"This is what you want to see, right ?"she says, rolling her eyes, before leaning forward, grabbing onto his ankle joint, hiking her rear-end up in the process. She shakes it in his face, and swears she can palpate him release more cum onto her breadbasket as a result. He gets an eyeful of the full, naked moonshine 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 sperm. Her anus gapes slightly, looking every bit as indignant as its proprietor, and for a abbreviated blink of an eye imitates the amount it was forced undefended when he was inside of it. Having satisfied his asking, Cindy dismounts abruptly, before he has a chance to bewilder 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 lav, he lunges after her, hugging his brass to her rear. Before he has a chance to motorboat it, like some kind of moron, she spins to face him, and instead he grabs around hips ( 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 can, 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 love life wouldn't conclude with a passionate tripper to sit on the toilet and cut down his load a second metre. She feels his sperm swim around in her paunch, getting anxious, so she takes a buns, and waits for his birthday present to finish its journey .