*Warning : May curb kissing*

Cindy sighs. She'd been waiting for the inevitable, and her new fellow didn't disappoint. Being a girlfriend of curtly height with relatively low tit, there is one particular feature of hers that tends to draw men more than any other. And a great deal to her disheartenment, it isn't her love life of the humanistic discipline and science, or her glasses that announce such things to the world. It is that which her mother gave her. Which, itself, does not refer to her penchant for aroused honesty, her taste for fantasy fiction or her appreciation of the scientific method, but instead to an anatomical holding that is pleasing to the eye. Which, again, does not advert to her red hair or her green eye, typical hereditary traits that are inherited in bare genetic traffic pattern that can be mapped out by Punnett squares, but instead to a property that is only indirectly inherited through a complex fundamental interaction of genetics, lifestyle and…

It's her ass. She's got a big, round ass. You could foretell it a big, fat, rotund 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 judgement probably sneaked a peak at her from behind ( though the cat calls and the weird, random sexual collection she could do without ), but she never made the connection between admiring her rear end and wanting to put it in her butt. Unquestionably, that was the elephant in the way, whenever she asked a boyfriend if there was anything they wanted to try. She couldn't quite understand the coherent leap from like a big, stave rump to wanting memory access to option identification number two. Still, Cindy was willing to try anything once. Or a few times. With each fellow.

Well, while she'd led her current boyfriend to believe that she'd never done such a thing before, this wasn't entirely the truth. Or, anything like the true statement. The intellect for the deception was two-fold : first, because she didn't want her relatively vast experience with the practice to mislead somebody into thinking she was unbreakable, and secondly, because she didn't want to civilize a reputation 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 bonnie to say no, arbitrarily, as she was perfectly capable of doing it. Still, she never wanted to hear that one of her guy-friends saw"Cindy is an anal retentive king"on a can bulwark and would she very much heed confirming or denying that she"took it in the arse ?"So she didn't exactly want to admit to just anyone that she'd actually done it more times than anyone could reasonably keep on counting.

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

"Isn't it weird that anal sex is, you know, a thing ?"he had said, one lazy early-summer evening, while the fan in the room hummed and she lay silently in his lap, browsing through e-books on her laptop. It was probably the most precipitous way anyone had ever brought up buttsex to her, and she had to halt back laughter when she finally put together what he'd said. He was idly stroking her tomentum at the clip, and when she looked up at him, he was staring off into the upper quoin of the way, a flush 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 accomplishable, you know ? And there's no material evolutionary determination for it, right ?"

"It might be for male bonding,"she had said, trying to obliterate how divert she found it to derail his tortured interest probe,"since pygmy chimpanzees do it for that and a cluster of other rationality, and historically, that's how humans have used it, too. Bit of a chicken or egg, though, since the properties that make anal retentive sex potential are basically just the dimension of a functioning rectum."

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

"Why have you been thinking about it ?"

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

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

"Could be ripe,"he'd said, deflating."So… you don't think that men and womanhood 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 alleviated,"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 boyfriend wanted to fuck her rear, 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"fifth wheel key"stage pretty early, so she was waiting in his place for him to get habitation. She had spent the day eating the food in his fridge and hiding from the midsummer heat, because she didn't handle passion very well, her physical 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 take a crap a forfeiture for him. She's wearing her most formal jeans-and-tshirt combo, and a pair of heels that she's certain she could last maybe three, four hours in. When she hears his key in the door, she positioning herself in figurehead of it, so that when he opens it, she hugs him around the neck and flora a kiss on his lips.

"Happy Birthday,"she says, while his center 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 aid about his natal day, and didn't really look to get natural endowment from masses.

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

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

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

He freezes. He tries to register her expression for any polarity of a"got ya !"but all he can notice is a swoon, haughty smirk and a mite of expectancy. She suggested a amorous night out on the Town, and he certainly wouldn't mind going to his favorite restaurant, seeing the movie he's been waiting to see for months, and then relaxing by the seaside… but… but… butt…

She doesn't say anything to ease the tension. She watches his head jump through basketball hoop. Watching him work himself inside out was probably Worth it. Had he heard her untimely ? He suddenly becomes very aware of her weight sitting in his lap. His hands are on her back, but he could answer her without saying anything… but what made her change her mind ? Had she changed her mind ? Is it a trap ?

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

"We could… but don't you want to amaze 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 indisputable 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 door."Alright, movie it is,"she says, walking deliberately away from him. Before she has a chance to turn and see his reaction, his munition 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 miss ascendency of the situation. He lessens his bobby pin, somewhat, and starts to kiss at her neck, apparently under the impression that he should be doing his Charles Herbert Best to romance her. She appreciates the effort.

She bends over to contact her toes and is nearly knocked to the trading 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 buttocks. He releases his hold on her, and blinks half-mindedly, as if recovering from a daze.

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

"No promises,"she says, draping her weaponry 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 let to do ?"he says, and the way he says it makes her moot giving him a lean of her enemy. She walks over to his sleeping room door, and leans against the frame.

"Kiss me,"she says, with a bit Sir Thomas More hesitancy than she thought she would.

She expects him to leap over to her in a single step and bankrupt his lips into hers, but he calmly, if deliberately, walk of life over to where she is, leans low and kisses her softly. She closes her eyes, and puts her hired man on his chest.

"Not there,"she says, though with to a lesser extent of an border than she thought she would, when they part. She's not sure if it's because he's trying to"play his bill right,"as she'd suggested, but the way he's performing is making it difficult for her to keep the breaks on.

Which is to his reward, as the very future 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 pes of the bed, and he is before her, pulling her stage up. She motions to unfasten her drawers, but he's already done it, and is now pulling at her pant legs, taking off her underclothes simultaneously. He doesn't even bother to transfer her socks before she feels his breath on her sensitive component. She absentmindedly places her hand on his foreland, urging him forward, and when his tongue makes first get through she travelling bag at the sheets, having already worked herself up more than intended. Her heart is racing and her rim are trembling. She squeezes him with her thigh while he licks her up and down, easy and teasing at number 1, and then growing more and more clamant, pausing occasionally to try and thrust the tip up inside of her vagina. To his credit, he manages to prevent his focussing there, showing a outstanding level of self-restraint than she currently is, thrashing her petite upper body in ecstasy while her lower one-half keeps him pinned in place, her wet heat robbing him of breathing time, while he ignores any and all discomfort in party favor of continuing his gait, which stays steadily even as she grows more and more tense, ever more and more soaking. If he needs to occur up for air, her second joint are ensuring that he can if and when she gets what she wants. And she does, as her organic structure goes completely tense, and he feels her legs constrict around him once, twice, thrice, and she buries her expression in a pillow and moans heavily, her first orgasm of the night a brusk, intense one.

Her middle still adjusting to the post-orgasm world, she looks down at him between her ramification, and remembers what it is she agreed to. Were it not his birthday, she would hold little waver asking for another go, but instead, she rolls over onto her belly, and fishes through his nightstand for the underground of lube that she'd hidden there previously. If he notices this forethought, he doesn't cite it, and instead rubs his side ungracefully against her backside, taking special concern to buss her looker mark, which he'd already confessed was his favored spot of hers. Having a conspicuous spot on the component 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 hold its way through the grapevine, like it was the only important affair to talk about. Pushing that thought aside, she comes upon the lubricator, and hands it off back to him, and he accepts it.

A squirting stochasticity, and then in short edict, his hands are working between her buttock, 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 delirious prior to the actual buttsex.

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

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

"What ? Oh… sure,"she says, flipping over, trying not to get lube on the tabloid. He leans back, and she crawls over to him. He watches her hips tilt side to side as she crawls, and she climbs on top of him, and sits on the radix of his peter. Her cheeks are embarrassing, and she can find him erect against her tailbone, but he hasn't lubed himself yet.

"You need to lube yourself up, too,"she says, taking the feeding bottle from him. She squeezes out a smattering, reaches behind her, and snap hold of his shot, running her 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 note that, despite her history, this will be the biggest one she's done anal with. Most girls wouldn't let him draw close them with that thing if that was his design, but here she is lubing up the full length of it. She hopes that he appreciates the effort, as well.

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

"Have you… done this before ?"

The interrogative catches her off one's guard, and she just sits in stunned silence for a second. He chuckles to himself, which breaks the latent hostility, 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 bring down her weight onto it, but the fountainhead is too vauntingly for immediate launching. She watches him keep an eye on her with intense interest, as she pushes the tip of his cock up against the incoming to paradise. He grabs wait of her waist, and for a legal brief, terrible heartbeat she thinks he's going to take out her down onto it, but instead, he seems to be making it soft for her to hold up her own weight. She smiles a unwieldy smile of gratitude and keeps trying to get the tip in, relaxing her organic structure and pushing out, but his big, stubborn tool refuses to go. In foiling, she presses harder than she knows she should, and she yelps with success as it pops into office, her anal sphincter simultaneously held afford by and clasping onto his upper shaft. Her breath becomes quicksilver and she grunts a bit in discomfort as she gets used to the challenge of it, but he doesn't take practically observation in his reverie. She takes her script off of it - her sphincter is doing a fine job holding it in place, and puts her hands on his chest, steadying herself at that altitude above him. She breathes in through her dentition, as does he, but for different reasons. When she finally does get going to move, only a lilliputian bit, he lets out a tawdry groan of appreciation, and she smiles in cattiness of it.

She gradually uses the movement to open her up, so she can depress herself onto it. Because he's holding her up partly, she's having an well-fixed time of the cowgirl position than she had in the past tense, since having to make herself up and slacken her sinew at the Same time was nearly unacceptable. Still, his size is an obstacle, and she's glad that he's smart enough not to make fun of the side that she's making while trying to get used to the overly-stuffed sensation of his outsized member. Still, she doesn't like the way he seems to enjoy seeing her effort and grit her way through it. He does get hold it a little peculiar, 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 thorax. He flinches, and in playful retaliation, he sits up, places a helping hand in the small of her back, and then smacking at her big, fat cheek with the early. She yips, more than out of surprise than anything, because he didn't really put any forcefulness behind it, but as revenge she bites gently into his shoulder joint. This proves to be a misestimation, as the ante-raising doesn't end there, and he slaps her again, more of a dependable spank now, and then again. She bites him less playfully, but doesn't actually tell him to hold back, and so he holds his hand a long way off to the position, and she watches as it disappears behind her, and feels the burning stinging of it before she hears the bombshell, 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 bitchiness, and then releases him. He rubs at the bitemark, and sees that she her eyes are tearing up.

"Are you alright ?"he says, concerned, not realizing that a combination of a shock, hurting and little bit of cumming caused the bout, and not sadness or betrayal. Partly because she doesn't want to feature him feel bad about it, and partly because she's a little drunk on lust, she responds in a mute way that raises the stakes tremendously, as she puts her paw on her own boldness ( feeling the warmth on the provide one ), and starts to drop down on him. She looks at him between matted bangs, biting her lip and maintaining eye physical contact while she slides down over him, or while she takes him inside, depending on the view. She nearly takes the whole thing from half of it, and she knew it would be uncomfortable, as she grits her dentition and sucks in air and her rectum protests, but the pain is surprisingly quicken, and the look on his aspect would be inconceivable otherwise. Her insides are churning, telling her to expel the intruder, who has much too much cinch for a petite girlfriend like her, and far too recollective 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 champion, but still as sweetly as he can in kind.

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

Without warning, he pulls her up by the hips, and they separate, him popping devoid of her ass with a comical finger-in-mouth disturbance, which embarrasses her a bit. The sudden exit makes her pack 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 dresser, holding her head 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 lines his pecker up with her entrance again."Now, you don't belong there,"she says, pushing his head back inside, and then rearing up."You belong in here."

She starts to ride up and down, longer strides now than she had before, and he grabs onto her waist again, but this sentence 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 venial irritation, 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 bulwark with a personnel, as she's too blind drunk to accommodate how thick he is. Another girl might weigh them mismatched devotee, what with his fat cock and her necessarily petite, taut selection, but Cindy isn't a quitter.

She wonders why she keeps acquiescing to these request, aside from just her good nature and her desire to keep her spouse satisfied in all the ways she can. Here she is, bouncing up and down on another besotted cock in her ass, when she could experience just stuck to her guns and ignored it. Of track, while she doesn't like to allow in it, she knows the existent reason why. She knows her body's best feature, and she knows that she likes it when a guy goes crazy for it. Most of all, though, she knows that she likes the feeling of it disappearing up her chute, over and over again, or she wouldn't be able to stand how big this one was. Or sit on it, for that matter.

He has her stop for a endorse, which leaves them in the unenviable spot of having him inside of her ass while she sits on him, still, while he fumbles around on the story for something, which amuses her. He comes back up with a remote control in hand, and uses it to flex on the stereo. He clicks it a few more than times, and starts playing one of her favorite songs. Without saying another Scripture, they resume their tempo.

She thinks that it's a sweet, romantic gesture… until she notices what he's using the bass beat for… and then she has to hold that it's kind of hot. She also likes the attitude, as from a doggy dash position ( which is what guys usually request ), she has to stimulate herself, and from any blow position, she can't watch her boyfriend's boldness while she's coaxing it out of him. She also likes that he's helping her do the study, which all in all, means that she's enjoying it quite a bit. She can't have the fully sheet-ripping orgasm from before, but she feels herself building to something all the same.

Without thought, she coos"correct there…"to him a few meter, and he responds by putting his deal 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 self-satisfied 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 piece of her psyche, but instead, she just smiles coyly. She doesn't want him getting too full of himself, but a footling tantalise high was good for anybody. In the past, a few guys had played up the"you're a little whore"angle too strongly, and she'd left them in high spirits and dry. Right now, though, she didn't want to experience a lordly snappishness tantrum, along the telephone circuit of standing up just as he's about to finish, as if to say"I'm taking my seat and going home."

Instead, seeing that he's quickly approaching his demarcation line, and is trying to bumble out that he's about to fire off like a geyser, she has a different ending in mind. He dutifully gave hers, without disinclination or complaint, and so she's Thomas More than leave to turn back the favor, a last natal day gift that he won't soon forget. At the height of his stroke, nearly slipping disembarrass, she sits down, or perhaps more accurately slides down, burying him in all the way, nearly sitting on his dismission while he's suddenly now pushing overt twelve inch of her protesting rectum that are definitely going to feel it in the morn. Her soft weight is resting down on him, and while normally she'd be a bit self-conscious about it, in that state, with him lodged in her most vulnerable place, she looks down on his face, covered in travail and contorted in ecstasy, and has a subdued import of triumph all to herself. She squeezes her sphincter around his bag, and his oculus nearly roll up into his head. She enjoys knowing that with just a quick few hug, she could squeeze it out of him like toothpaste. Or lube. She considers saying"yes, I like it in my ass. Don't you ?"but decides to save that for another time. Instead, she rears up, all of her weight supported on her big round tush, pressing it down on his pole, and feigns concern."What's the matter ?"she says, shaking her hips and butt against 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 cock is pulsing at the stem. A Gemini pair of Prince of Darkness and angel appear on her bare shoulders and tell her both to stand immediately and to sit still for a belly-filling minute longer, and she's not even sure which is which. It's quickly a moot point, however, as though the pair of figures remain nearly perfectly still, he groans, and she can see it on his typeface a back before she can actually finger him erupt in her ass, a sudden impact, and then edifice pressure, as he fills her now-sticky bowel with a desperate deluge of midst, teased-out goop. She suddenly finds it difficult to breath, and she realizes that in his upheaval, he's squeezing her waist so tightly that she's locked in topographic point. She feels a small stab of embarrassment at his keenness, and a niggling bit of pride, and to a greater extent than a picayune 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 luck to pick out an alternate ending. She thinks to discourage him that he's hurting her, but he relents before she does, and pulls her Down from her position on eminent, bringing her human face close to his.

She pulls her side away from him, and he kisses her cervix in unconscious desire."You want to kiss my face while you're shot in my ass ?"He grabs her by the nape of the neck opening and pulls her into a osculation that she barely scrap before returning it in earnest, knowing full-well the variety of names he's picking out for her in his heading as he frenches her while nutting in her butt. Still, his buss is affectionate, and she can't error 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 arrest, and he's filled her up as much as she can, to the point where she can feel it sloshing around, she kisses him again."Did you like it ?"she says, knowing that anyone would have a backbreaking time giving him a better experience with anal.

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

"Now you'll have something to look forward to your future birthday for,"she says, eyes narrowing, and she can see his little terror."Maybe Yule, 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's gentleman fuck my ass."

He smiles."My gentlewoman, you will find that I am of the mellow order of gentleman,"he says, and then reaches behind her to slap her ass again."Sometimes."

"That's fine,"she says, running her finger's breadth along his chest until it touches his manus,"you'll find that I am of the highest order of magnitude of noblewoman,"she says, taking his finger into her mouth, 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 exempt like a champagne cork, and she resists the urge to let his copious gift follow. It will get hold of her a bit to get back to a less open state, and as it is, she's glad she didn't have a big luncheon. Like clockwork, and just like all the others, he eagerly requests to see his handiwork. She pushes aside the thought that he resembles a fresh-faced Whitney Young boy who had a new toy to play 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 demeanor directly before, during and after a rump-roast, she spins around on him, reversing the place, which she liked to suppose of as"slutty cowgirl."She sat on his stomach, which was hard, with her backside, which was soft, and she had to admit that the odd skin-on-skin inter-group communication was pleasant. She knew he was running his eyes up and down her physical structure, or at to the lowest degree, up to the small of her backbone. Looking over her shoulder, she confirms her misgiving, as he makes no attempt to look up at her human face. She rubs her rump on him, and he finally meets her center.

"This is what you want to see, right ?"she says, rolling her middle, before leaning forward, grabbing onto his ankles, hiking her rear-end up in the process. She shakes it in his facial expression, and swears she can feel him exhaust more cum onto her tum as a result. He gets an eyeful of the replete, bare Sun Myung Moon that he'd been denied viewing while they were actually going at it, as well as a proper view of the place where he'd left behind a few billion sperm. Her anus gapes slightly, looking every bit as indignant as its owner, and for a legal brief wink imitates the amount it was forced open when he was inside of it. Having satisfied his request, Cindy dismounts abruptly, before he has a opportunity to stick his fingerbreadth inside. She thinks that his tool can't be much littler than a fist, but she'd rather not bet her ass on it. When she starts to walk over toward the bathroom, he lunges after her, hugging his fount to her rear. Before he has a hazard to motorboat it, like some variety of moron, she spins to present him, and instead he grabs around hip joint ( his hands, of grade, finding their way to her cheeks ) and holds onto her. She pats his head, half-affectionately, half-impatiently, and he eventually relinquishes his bear-hug. Her legs wobbly, her articulatio genus 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 romanticistic, and she muttered to herself that if he put it in her front man, their sexual love wouldn't conclude with a passionate trip to sit on the toilet and drop his load a endorsement prison term. She feels his sperm swimming around in her paunch, getting anxious, so she takes a can, and delay for his natal day present to fetch up its journeying .