*Warning : May contain kissing*

Cindy sighs. She'd been waiting for the inevitable, and her new boyfriend didn't disappoint. Being a girl of shortsighted stature with relatively low breasts, there is one particular feature film of hers that tends to draw in men more than any other. And much to her dismay, it isn't her dear of the liberal arts and skill, or her eyeglasses that announce such things to the creation. It is that which her mother gave her. Which, itself, does not bring up to her penchant for worked up silver dollar, her taste for fantasize fiction or her admiration of the scientific method, but instead to an anatomical property that is pleasing to the eye. Which, again, does not refer to her red hair or her light-green centre, typical familial traits that are inherited in simple genetic figure that can be mapped out by Punnett square, but instead to a dimension that is only indirectly inherited through a composite fundamental interaction of genetic science, life-style and…

It's her ass. She's got a big, round ass. You could call 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 human relationship in mind probably sneaked a peak at her from backside ( though the cat calls and the Weird, random intimate appeal 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 room, whenever she asked a swain if there was anything they wanted to try. She couldn't quite understand the logical leap from like a big, round nates to wanting access to alternative identification number two. Still, Cindy was willing to try anything once. Or a few times. With each beau.

wellspring, while she'd led her current swain to believe that she'd never done such a matter before, this wasn't entirely the accuracy. Or, anything like the the true. The grounds for the conjuring trick was two-fold : first, because she didn't want her relatively vast experience with the practice to mislead someone into thinking she was unbreakable, and second gear, because she didn't want to cultivate 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 fair to say no, arbitrarily, as she was perfectly capable of doing it. Still, she never wanted to discover that one of her guy-friends saw"Cindy is an anal queer"on a john paries and would she very much bear in mind 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 multiplication than anyone could reasonably maintain count.

And, yet again, her boyfriend of several calendar month, who'd so far been the nicest and most patient man she'd ever been with, had brought up the government issue in the circle fashion 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 computer. It was probably the most abrupt way anyone had ever brought up buttsex to her, and she had to hold back laugh when she finally put together what he'd said. He was idly stroking her hairsbreadth at the fourth dimension, and when she looked up at him, he was staring off into the upper corner of the room, a blush evident.

"Uhm… in what way ?"

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

"It might be for male soldering,"she had said, trying to veil how comical she found it to derail his tormented interest probe,"since pygmy chimpanzees do it for that and a bunch of other reasons, and historically, that's how humans have used it, too. Bit of a chicken or egg, though, since the dimension that make anal sex potential are basically just the place of a performance rectum."

He had nodded, utterly defeated, and had gone back to stroking her hair's-breadth without saying anything. Taking pity on him, she'd given him an opportunity to follow up.

"Why have you been thinking about it ?"

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

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

"Could be meliorate,"he'd said, deflating."So… you don't think that men and cleaning woman should, uh, do it ?"

"Anal ? I mean, I don't think what ‘ nature intended'should really factor in into it."
"Oh,"he had said, a bit sticking out,"so, would you do it ?"He didn't get around to saying the"with me"office, probably because he wanted a generic theoretic answer, first.

"Me ? I… haven't thought about it, much."

"Oh."

And that had been the end of it. Cindy now knew that her swain wanted to fuck her fag, 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"phase pretty early, so she was waiting in his place for him to get home base. She had spent the day eating the food in his fridge and concealing from the summer solstice 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, little and plump, you come from the subarctic.

Still, though, she's willing to make a sacrifice for him. She's wearing her most formal jeans-and-tshirt combo, and a pair of heels that she's sealed she could last maybe three, four hours in. When she hears his key in the threshold, she side herself in front of it, so that when he opens it, she hugs him around the neck and plant life a kiss on his lips.

"Happy birthday,"she says, while his heart adjust to the dark 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 cell 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 care about his birthday, and didn't really await to receive endowment from people.

"We could go out…"she says, still hugging close to him, her breathing time on his neck,"if you want to. I've got a restaurant picked out… your favorite… my goody. 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 duck until the sun sets…"

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

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

He freezes. He tries to read her aspect for any sign of a"got ya !"but all he can note is a faint, haughty smirk and a hint of anticipation. She suggested a romanticistic night out on the town, and he certainly wouldn't head going to his best-loved eating house, seeing the movie he's been waiting to see for calendar month, and then relaxing by the seaside… but… but… butt…

She doesn't say anything to ease the tension. She watches his mind jumping through hoops. Watching him rick himself inside out was probably worth it. Had he heard her faulty ? He suddenly becomes very aware of her weighting sitting in his lap. His hands are on her back, but he could answer her without saying anything… but what made her change her thinker ? Had she changed her creative thinker ? 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 to the lowest degree a little longer than that."

He remains still. Again, she watches the bike turning. Just as he's about to speak, she slips off of his lap and turns away towards the doorway."Alright, moving picture it is,"she says, walking deliberately away from him. Before she has a opportunity to turn and see his response, his sleeve are around her, and he pulls her towards him with so very much force that she's nearly lifted off her feet.

"H-hey !"she admonishes, not wanting to suffer ascendency of the situation. He lessens his clutches, somewhat, and starts to buss at her neck, apparently under the impression that he should be doing his salutary to coquet her. She appreciates the effort.

She bends over to tinge 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 ass. He releases his grasp on her, and Montia lamprosperma half-mindedly, as if recovering from a daze.

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

"No promise,"she says, draping her arms around his neck again, leaning up to buss him,"but if you play your wit 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 reckon giving him a leaning of her foe. She walks over to his sleeping accommodation doorway, and leans against the frame.

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

She expects him to bound over to her in a one step and smash his lips into hers, but he calmly, if deliberately, walks 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 LE of an edge than she thought she would, when they part. She's not sure if it's because he's trying to"play his scorecard right,"as she'd suggested, but the way he's playacting is making it difficult for her to keep the breaks on.

Which is to his advantage, as the very next thing she knows, she's face-up on the bed, and her shirt is off. So is his. She's halfway between the headboard and the foot of the bed, and he is before her, pulling her legs up. She motions to unfasten her pants, 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 remove her wind cone before she feels his breath on her sensitive persona. She absentmindedly places her hand on his head, urging him forward, and when his spit makes first touch she grips at the shroud, having already worked herself up more than intended. Her heart is racing and her backtalk are trembling. She squeezes him with her thigh while he licks her up and down, lenient and teasing at first, and then growing more and more insistent, pausing occasionally to try and thrust the tip up inside of her vagina. To his recognition, he manages to hold his focus there, showing a not bad floor of self-restraint than she currently is, thrashing her petite upper consistence in Adam while her lower half keeps him pinned in place, her wet lovingness robbing him of breath, while he ignores any and all uncomfortableness in favour of continuing his footstep, which stays steadily even as she grows to a greater extent and Thomas More tense, ever more and more soak. If he needs to come 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, and he feels her legs constrict around him once, twice, thrice, and she buries her aspect in a pillow and moans heavily, her first coming of the night a short, intense one.

Her eyes still adjusting to the post-orgasm world, she looks down at him between her pegleg, and remembers what it is she agreed to. Were it not his birthday, she would stimulate little hesitancy asking for another go, but instead, she rolls over onto her belly, and fishes through his nightstand for the tube of lubricator that she'd hidden there previously. If he notices this forethought, he doesn't mention it, and instead chafe his face ungracefully against her backside, taking special attention to kiss her beauty mark, which he'd already confessed was his favorite touch of hers. Having a conspicuous spot on the section 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 grape vine, like it was the exclusively crucial matter to babble about. Pushing that thought aside, she comes upon the lube, and hands it off back to him, and he accepts it.

A squirting randomness, and then in forgetful order, his hand are working between her cheeks, making her derriere as awkward and lubricated as the front.

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

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

"Do you… want to be on top ? It might be well-fixed, you know, if you can manipulate it…"

"What ? Oh… sure,"she says, flipping over, trying not to get lube on the piece of paper. 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 pecker. Her cheeks are unenviable, and she can feel him erect against her tailbone, but he hasn't lubed himself yet.

"You need to lube yourself up, too,"she says, taking the feeding bottle from him. She squeezes out a fistful, reaches behind her, and grabs hold of his beam of light, running her hand up and down it. He moans at the touch, and she notices that he's arduous than he's ever been. She also makes a note that, despite her story, this will be the biggest one she's done anal with. to the highest degree girls wouldn't let him NEAR them with that thing if that was his intention, but here she is lubing up the full length of it. She hopes that he appreciates the exploit, as well.

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

"have you… done this before ?"

The interrogative sentence catches her off guard, and she just sits in stunned silence for a second. He chuckles to himself, which breaks the tension, but her cheeks redden. He looks her up and down, as if deliberately"resizing"her, and so to 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 get down her weightiness onto it, but the head is too turgid for immediate entry. She watches him keep an eye on her with intense interestingness, as she pushes the tip of his cock up against the entrance to paradise. He grabs detention of her shank, and for a brief, tremendous instant she thinks he's going to pull her down onto it, but instead, he seems to be making it easier for her to accommodate up her own weight. She smiles a clumsy smile of gratitude and keeps trying to get the tip in, relaxing her body and pushing out, but his big, obstinate pecker refuses to go. In frustration, she presses grueling than she knows she should, and she yelps with achiever as it pops into place, her anal retentive sphincter simultaneously held open by and clasping onto his upper shaft. Her breath 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 reverie. She takes her hand off of it - her sphincter is doing a fine job holding it in place, and puts her custody on his breast, steadying herself at that top above him. She breathes in through her teeth, as does he, but for different reasons. When she finally does set out to propel, only a diminutive bit, he lets out a cheap moan of appreciation, and she smiles in spite of it.

She gradually uses the campaign to unfold her up, so she can lower herself onto it. Because he's holding her up partly, she's having an loose time of the cowgirl position than she had in the yesteryear, since having to hold herself up and unstrain her musculus at the same time was nearly impossible. Still, his size is an obstacle, and she's glad that he's smart enough not to gain fun of the face that she's making while trying to get used to the overly-stuffed sensation of his outsized phallus. Still, she doesn't like the way he seems to enjoy seeing her exertion and grit her way through it. He does find it a little funny, and a little cute, but he keeps that to himself. Instead, when she's about halfway down, he whispers"I love you,"and she slaps him hard on the chest. He flinches, and in playful retaliation, he sits up, places a script in the small of her binding, and then smack at her big, fat buttock with the former. 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, more of a true spank now, and then again. She bites him less playfully, but doesn't actually tell him to stop, and so he holds his mitt a prospicient way off to the face, and she watches as it disappears behind her, and feels the burning sting of it before she hears the thunderbolt, and the jolt in her pubic region 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 eyes are tearing up.

"Are you alright ?"he says, concerned, not realizing that a combination of a seismic disturbance, painfulness and little bit of cumming caused the bout, and not sadness or betrayal. Partly because she doesn't want to have him sense bad about it, and partly because she's a niggling drunk on lust, she responds in a wordless way that raises the wager tremendously, as she puts her paw on her own impertinence ( feeling the warmth on the left one ), and starts to drop down down on him. She looks at him between matted bangs, biting her lip and maintaining eye tangency while she slides down over him, or while she takes him inside, depending on the view. She nearly takes the whole affair from half of it, and she knew it would be uncomfortable, as she grits her teeth and sucks in air and her rectum protests, but the painful sensation is surprisingly liven, and the looking on his human face would be unacceptable otherwise. Her interior are churning, telling her to expel the trespasser, who has much too much girth for a petite girl like her, and far too foresighted 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 ace, but still as sweetly as he can in kind.

"You mean that ?"she says, starting to propel, slightly, again, placing her hand on his thorax again.

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

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

"I love you too,"she says, and is about to fall deep into the present moment until she remembers what they were doing. She pushes herself up, again, into her sitting position, and then blood line his pecker up with her entree again."Now, you don't belong there,"she says, pushing his read/write 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 meter he takes a more active role. She knows that if they do this often sufficiency, she'll be capable to fit snugly around him with only minor discomfort, and then they can really go wild, but for now, she's still keeping him to an even, half-shaft pace. Still, he presses up against her paries with a effect, as she's too tight to conciliate how boneheaded he is. Another lady friend might deliberate them mismatched lovers, what with his fat cock and her necessarily petite, taut option, but Cindy isn't a quitter.

She wonders why she keeps acquiescing to these petition, aside from just her good nature and her desire to keep her partner satisfied in all the ways she can. Here she is, bouncing up and down on another soused cock in her ass, when she could have just stuck to her gun for hire and ignored it. Of course, while she doesn't like to admit it, she knows the substantial reason why. She knows her body's best feature of speech, and she knows that she likes it when a guy goes sick for it. Most of all, though, she knows that she likes the tactual sensation of it disappearing up her slide, over and over again, or she wouldn't be able to stick out how big this one was. Or sit on it, for that matter.

He has her stay for a secondly, which leaves them in the embarrassing posture of having him inside of her ass while she sits on him, still, while he fumbles around on the floor for something, which amuses her. He comes back up with a remote control in paw, and uses it to turn on the stereoscopic picture. He clicks it a few more times, and starts playing one of her favorite birdcall. Without saying another word, they resume their tread.

She thinks that it's a sweet, romanticistic gesture… until she notices what he's using the bass beat for… and then she has to admit that it's kind of hot. She also likes the position, as from a doggy mode emplacement ( which is what guys usually request ), she has to shake herself, and from any reverse position, she can't vigil 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 full sheet-ripping orgasm from before, but she feels herself building to something all the same.

Without thinking, she coos"proper there…"to him a few times, and he responds by putting his deal underneath where she's rubbing against him. Him touching her clitoris 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 nerve, and slipping a digit into her lip. If it wasn't his birthday, she'd give him a piece of her thinker, but instead, she just smiles coyly. She doesn't want him getting too entire of himself, but a little tantalise high school was adept for anybody. In the past times, a few bozo had played up the"you're a little woman of the street"angle too strongly, and she'd left them mellow and dry. Right now, though, she didn't want to have got a prideful toughness tantrum, along the lines of standing up just as he's about to stop, as if to say"I'm taking my derriere and going home."

Instead, seeing that he's quickly approaching his demarcation line, and is trying to stammer out that he's about to give the axe off like a geyser, she has a different ending in mind. He dutifully gave hers, without wavering or complaint, and so she's more than willing to bring back the favor, a final natal day gift that he won't soon forget. At the superlative 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 open XII inches of her protesting rectum that are definitely going to finger it in the morning. Her diffused free weight is resting down on him, and while normally she'd be a bit self-conscious about it, in that United States Department of State, with him lodged in her most vulnerable lieu, she looks down on his face, covered in sweat and contorted in ecstasy, and has a quiet moment of triumph all to herself. She squeezes her sphincter muscle around his base, and his eyes nearly roll up into his head. She enjoys knowing that with just a quick few squeezes, she could mash it out of him like toothpaste. Or lubricating substance. She considers saying"yes, I like it in my ass. Don't you ?"but decides to save that for another time. Instead, she rears up, all of her weight supported on her big round tush, pressing it down on his magnetic pole, and feigns concern."What's the matter ?"she says, shaking her hips and butt a bit, knowing that he's in absolutely no position to resolve. She stretches and turns to look back at where he's penetrating her, and she can see that his cock is pulsing at the base. A twin dyad of heller and angel appear on her bare shoulders and tell her both to stand immediately and to sit still for a belly-filling second yearner, and she's not even for certain which is which. It's quickly a moot point, however, as though the couple of figures remain nearly perfectly still, he groans, and she can see it on his aspect a second before she can actually feel him erupt in her ass, a sudden impact, and then building pressure, as he fills her now-sticky bowels with a desperate inundation of thick, teased-out ooze. She suddenly finds it unmanageable to breath, and she realizes that in his fervor, he's squeezing her waist so tightly that she's locked in place. She feels a petty twinge of plethora at his eagerness, and a little bit of pride, and more than a little bit of excitement, herself, knowing that she'd have no option in the matter if she had decided differently. Then again, she'd already made her alternative, and once it was made, he didn't have a chance to break up out an alternate ending. She thinks to monish him that he's hurting her, but he relents before she does, and pulls her down from her placement on in high spirits, bringing her face close to his.

She pulls her aspect away from him, and he kisses her neck in unconscious desire."You want to buss my face while you're shooting in my ass ?"He grabs her by the nape of the neck and pulls her into a kiss that she barely fights before returning it in earnest, knowing full-well the sorts of names he's picking out for her in his head as he frenches her while nutting in her butt. Still, his osculation is affectionate, and she can't fracture a boy for wanting to recall of her in that way while literally promote in her than a thermometer. She wouldn't let him see her blush, though.

When the twitching check, and he's filled her up as much as she can, to the point where she can find it sloshing around, she kisses him again."Did you like it ?"she says, knowing that anyone would have a intemperately meter giving him a better experience with anal.

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

"Now you'll have something to wait forward to your next birthday for,"she says, oculus narrowing, and she can see his terror."Maybe Xmas, 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 man be intimate my ass."

He smiles."My lady, you will discover that I am of the highest order of magnitude of gentleman,"he says, and then reaches behind her to slap her ass again."Sometimes."

"That's fine,"she says, running her finger along his chest until it touches his script,"you'll find that I am of the high-pitched gild of lady,"she says, taking his finger into her rima oris, 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-Ardenne cork, and she resists the urge to let his copious natural endowment follow. It will adopt her a bit to get back to a less open commonwealth, and as it is, she's gladiola she didn't have a big lunch. Like clockwork, and just like all the others, he eagerly requests to see his handiwork. She pushes aside the sentiment that he resembles a fresh-faced Cy 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 ruck up anus is, in fact, not a toy. A bit indignant, as is her common deportment directly before, during and after a rump-roast, she spins around on him, reversing the post, which she liked to think of as"slutty cowgirl."She sat on his abdomen, which was concentrated, with her backside, which was lenient, and she had to admit that the odd skin-on-skin striking was pleasant. She knew he was running his eyes up and down her torso, or at least, up to the small of her rachis. Looking over her shoulder, she confirms her suspicion, as he makes no attempt to look up at her face. She rubs her rear end on him, and he finally meets her eyes.

"This is what you want to see, right ?"she says, rolling her center, before leaning forward, grabbing onto his mortise joint, hiking her rear-end up in the unconscious process. She shakes it in his face, and swears she can sense him liberate more cum onto her breadbasket as a event. He gets an eyeful of the wide-cut, naked lunation 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 instant imitates the amount it was forced open when he was inside of it. Having satisfied his request, Cindy dismounts abruptly, before he has a chance to sting his digit inside. She thinks that his shaft can't be much smaller than a clenched fist, but she'd rather not bet her ass on it. When she starts to take the air over toward the toilet, he lunges after her, hugging his fount to her rear. Before he has a chance to motorboat it, like some variety of moron, she spins to front him, and instead he grabs around hips ( his hands, of course, 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 leg wobbly, her knees slightly knocked, she marches ungracefully to the lavatory, closing the doorway behind her. She could hear him half-heartedly complaining that she wasn't being very wild-eyed, and she muttered to herself that if he put it in her social movement, their lovemaking wouldn't conclude with a passionate trip to sit on the sewer and drop his incumbrance a second sentence. She feels his sperm swim around in her belly, getting anxious, so she takes a seat, and delay for his birthday present to finish its journey .