*Warning : May take kissing*

Cindy sighs. She'd been waiting for the inevitable, and her new boyfriend didn't disappoint. Being a girl of short stature with relatively modest breasts, there is one particular feature of hers that tends to attract men more than any other. And much to her dismay, it isn't her making love of the arts and sciences, or her drinking glass that announce such things to the existence. It is that which her female parent gave her. Which, itself, does not refer to her predilection for worked up honesty, her appreciation for fantasy fiction or her perceptiveness of the scientific method, but instead to an anatomic property that is pleasing to the eye. Which, again, does not refer to her red hair or her green eyes, typical inherited traits that are inherited in simple genetic radiation pattern that can be mapped out by Punnett squares, but instead to a place that is only indirectly inherited through a composite interaction of genetics, life style and…

It's her ass. She's got a big, lash out ass. You could call it a big, fat, beat ass, if she wasn't in earreach.

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 behind ( though the cat calls and the Wyrd, random sexual solicitations she could do without ), but she never made the association between admiring her set up 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 ordered leap from like a big, round of golf rump to wanting admission to choice number two. Still, Cindy was willing to try anything once. Or a few fourth dimension. With each fellow.

fountainhead, while she'd led her current boyfriend to trust that she'd never done such a thing before, this wasn't entirely the truth. Or, anything like the truth. The reason for the deception was three-fold : first, because she didn't want her relatively Brobdingnagian experience with the recitation to mislead somebody into thinking she was unbreakable, and second, 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 hear that one of her guy-friends saw"Cindy is an anal queen"on a bathroom paries and would she very much mind confirming or denying that she"took it in the arse ?"So she didn't exactly want to acknowledge to just anyone that she'd actually done it more metre than anyone could reasonably keep tally.

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

"Isn't it weird that anal sex is, you know, a matter ?"he had said, one lazy early-summer eventide, 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 hold back laughter when she finally put together what he'd said. He was idly stroking her hair at the metre, and when she looked up at him, he was staring off into the upper berth recession of the way, a rosiness evident.

"Uhm… in what way ?"

"Well."he said, getting back on book, 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 actual evolutionary intention for it, right ?"

"It might be for manly bonding,"she had said, trying to cover how laughable she found it to derail his tortured sake probe,"since pygmy chimpanzees do it for that and a bunch of other reasonableness, and historically, that's how humans have used it, too. Bit of a chicken or egg, though, since the property that make anal sex possible are basically just the attribute of a functioning rectum."

He had nodded, utterly defeated, and had gone back to stroking her hair without saying anything. Taking shame 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. Brain misfires… just random hooey. 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 respectable,"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 out into it."
"Oh,"he had said, a bit salvage,"so, would you do it ?"He didn't get around to saying the"with me"parting, probably because he wanted a generic 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 hump 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"fifth wheel key"stage pretty early, so she was waiting in his place for him to get home. She had spent the day eating the food in his fridge and hiding from the summer solstice heat, because she didn't handgrip heating system very well, her trunk not being designed for shedding it. That was the rule : tall and skinny, sheds heat well, short and plump, you come from the subarctic.

Still, though, she's bequeath to make a ritual killing for him. She's wearing her most dinner dress jeans-and-tshirt combo, and a duo of heel that she's sealed she could lastly maybe three, four hours in. When she hears his key in the door, she positions herself in front line of it, so that when he opens it, she hugs him around the neck and works a kiss on his lips.

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

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

"Uh… maybe."

He sighs."So, you want to go out tonight ? It is my birthday,"he says, exaggerating it. He had told her previously that he didn't particularly attention about his natal day, and didn't really gestate to receive giving from the great unwashed.

"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 delicacy. And after, we could go see that new Ricci chum movie you've been so agitate about. And then we could buy a loaf of bread, and sit by the bay feeding the ducks until the sun sets…"

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

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

He freezes. He tries to read her saying for any sign of a"got ya !"but all he can acknowledge is a syncope, haughty smirk and a touch of anticipation. She suggested a romantic Night out on the Town, and he certainly wouldn't psyche going to his favorite eating place, seeing the moving picture he's been waiting to see for months, and then relaxing by the seaside… but… but… butt…

She doesn't say anything to alleviate the tension. She watches his mind jumping through hoops. Watching him become himself inside out was probably worth it. Had he heard her wrong ? He suddenly becomes very aware of her weight unit sitting in his lap. His script are on her back, but he could respond her without saying anything… but what made her variety her head ? 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 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 certain it's been at least a little tenacious than that."

He remains still. Again, she watches the wheel turning. Just as he's about to speak, she slips off of his lap and turns away towards the door."Alright, picture it is,"she says, walking deliberately away from him. Before she has a chance to turn and see his chemical reaction, his subdivision are around her, and he pulls her towards him with so a lot military unit that she's nearly lifted off her feet.

"H-hey !"she admonishes, not wanting to lose control of the berth. He lessens his grasp, somewhat, and starts to buss at her neck, apparently under the impression that he should be doing his practiced to romance her. She appreciates the effort.

She bends over to tinct her toes and is nearly knocked to the flooring in thanks, as he nearly barrels her over in his excitement."Let's… ungh… go over to the bed,"she stammers out while he humps her from behind. He releases his handle on her, and blinking chickweed half-mindedly, as if recovering from a daze.

"Is this for actual ?"he says, though out of genuine incredulity or schoolboyish glee 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 carte du jour right,"she continues, turning around with her arms still embracing him.
"What do I have to do ?"he says, and the way he says it makes her consider giving him a list of her foe. She walks over to his chamber threshold, and leans against the frame.

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

She expects him to bound over to her in a single step and smash his lips into hers, but he calmly, if deliberately, walks over to where she is, inclination low and kisses her softly. She closes her oculus, and puts her script on his chest.

"Not there,"she says, though with less of an edge than she thought she would, when they part. She's not surely if it's because he's trying to"play his visiting card right,"as she'd suggested, but the way he's acting is making it hard for her to keep the intermission on.

Which is to his reward, as the very next thing she knows, she's face-up on the bed, and her shirt is off. So is his. She's halfway between the headboard and the animal foot of the bed, and he is before her, pulling her branch up. She motions to unfasten her pants, but he's already done it, and is now pulling at her pant legs, taking off her underclothing simultaneously. He doesn't even bother to remove her air sock before she feels his breathing place on her sensitive percentage. She absentmindedly places her hand on his drumhead, urging him forward, and when his tongue makes start reach she grips at the sheets, having already worked herself up more than than intended. Her heart is racing and her lips are trembling. She squeezes him with her thigh while he licks her up and down, soft and teasing at first, and then growing more and more insistent, pausing occasionally to try and push up the tip up inside of her vagina. To his citation, he manages to keep his focus there, showing a heavy level of self-restraint than she currently is, thrashing her tiny speed body in ecstasy while her low-spirited half keeps him pinned in place, her wet warmheartedness robbing him of breathing place, while he ignores any and all soreness in favor of continuing his pace, which stays steadily even as she grows more and more tense, ever more and more soaking. 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 consistency goes completely tense, and he feels her branch constrict around him once, twice, thrice, and she buries her face in a pillow and moans heavily, her first orgasm of the night a short, acute one.

Her middle still adjusting to the post-orgasm world, she looks down at him between her legs, and remembers what it is she agreed to. personify it not his birthday, she would experience little hesitation asking for another go, but instead, she rolls over onto her belly, and Pisces through his nightstand for the underground of lubricator that she'd hidden there previously. If he notices this precaution, he doesn't mention it, and instead scratch his grimace ungracefully against her behind, taking special care to osculate her beauty scratch, which he'd already confessed was his preferred stain of hers. Having a conspicuous spot on the percentage of her that men were already particularly focused on made her self-conscious, as knowing she had a mark there was an embarrassing titbit that always seemed to make water its way through the grapevine, like it was the only of import affair to talk about. Pushing that thought aside, she comes upon the lube, and hands it off back to him, and he accepts it.

A squirting noise, and then in shortsighted guild, his deal are working between her cheeks, making her backside as steamy and lubricated as the front.

"Easy now,"she says, having regained her equanimity, and having previously learned the danger letting a lover get too agitate 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… require to be on top ? It might be light, you know, if you can control it…"

"What ? Oh… sure,"she says, flipping over, trying not to get lube on the plane. He leans back, and she crawls over to him. He watches her rosehip sway side to side as she crawls, and she climbs on top of him, and sits on the stem of his cock. Her impudence are sticky, and she can feel him put up 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 grabs hold of his shaft, running her bridge player up and down it. He moans at the touch, and she notices that he's firmly than he's ever been. She also makes a short letter that, despite her history, this will be the biggest one she's done anal retentive with. Most girls wouldn't let him near them with that thing if that was his intention, but here she is lubing up the wax distance of it. She hopes that he appreciates the effort, as well.

"Now, no sudden poking, okay ?"she says, and delay for him to nod. Instead, he gets a funny flavour on his face.

"have you… done this before ?"

The question catches her off-guard, and she just sits in stupefy silence for a endorsement. He chuckles to himself, which breaks the tenseness, but her impudence 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 turncock underneath her.

"Here,"she says, emphasizing"here"by putting him up to her rumple anus,"I'll show you how it's done."With that, she starts to bring down her weight onto it, but the school principal is too large for immediate entry. She watches him watch out her with intense involvement, as she pushes the tip of his cock up against the entrance to paradise. He grabs appreciation of her waistline, and for a brief, terrible instant she thinks he's going to take out her down onto it, but instead, he seems to be making it easier for her to moderate up her own exercising weight. She smiles a fumbling grin of gratitude and keeps trying to get the tip in, relaxing her body and pushing out, but his big, stubborn hawkshaw refuses to go. In frustration, she presses harder than she knows she should, and she yelps with success as it pops into place, her anal retentive sphincter simultaneously held open by and clasping onto his upper shaft. Her breather 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 revery. She takes her bridge player off of it - her sphincter is doing a fine job holding it in shoes, and puts her custody on his breast, steadying herself at that stature above him. She breathes in through her teeth, as does he, but for dissimilar reasons. When she finally does start to incite, only a bantam bit, he lets out a loud moan of appreciation, and she smiles in spite of it.

She gradually uses the social movement to open her up, so she can let down herself onto it. Because he's holding her up partly, she's having an easier prison term of the cowgirl position than she had in the yesteryear, since having to hold herself up and relax her brawniness at the Saame metre was nearly unacceptable. Still, his size of it is an obstacle, and she's gladiolus that he's smart enough not to clear fun of the face that she's making while trying to get used to the overly-stuffed champion of his oversized member. Still, she doesn't like the way he seems to enjoy seeing her sweat and grit her way through it. He does find it a slight funny remark, and a petty 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 manus in the small of her spine, and then slaps at her big, fat brass with the other. She yips, more out of surprisal than anything, because he didn't really put any force play behind it, but as revenge she bites gently into his berm. 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 arrest, and so he holds his script a long way off to the side, and she watches as it disappears behind her, and feels the burning sting of it before she hears the thunderclap, and the saccade in her loin as she comes to come across something new about herself. She leaves teethmarks in his shoulder, more out of innate reflex than malice, 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 jar, pain in the ass and niggling bit of cumming caused the tears, and not sadness or betrayal. Partly because she doesn't want to feature him feel bad about it, and partly because she's a petty wino on lust, she responds in a wordless way that raises the interest tremendously, as she puts her hands on her own cheeks ( feeling the warmth on the odd one ), and starts to sink down on him. She looks at him between matted flush, biting her lip and maintaining eye tangency while she slides down over him, or while she takes him inside, depending on the perspective. She nearly takes the whole affair from half of it, and she knew it would be uncomfortable, as she grits her dentition and sucking in air and her rectum protest, but the nuisance is surprisingly animate, and the smell on his face would be out of the question otherwise. Her insides are churning, telling her to expel the intruder, who has much too very much cinch for a bantam lady friend like her, and far too longsighted for just about anyone, but what did her insides ever do for her, anyway ? She looks down at him, breathing heavily, shaking a bit.

"Say it again,"she says, sweetly.

"I love you,"he says, straining a bit from the sensation, but still as sweetly as he can in kind.

"You mean that ?"she says, starting to affect, slightly, again, placing her hands on his chest of drawers 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 exit makes her closed chain cramp, and she's about to chastise him until she sees that his human face is composed and certain.

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

"I love you too,"she says, and is about to strike deep into the instant until she remembers what they were doing. She pushes herself up, again, into her sitting attitude, and then line of merchandise his stopcock up with her ingress 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 meter he takes a more active purpose. She knows that if they do this often enough, she'll be capable to fit snugly around him with only minor discomfort, and then they can really go uncivilised, but for now, she's still keeping him to an even, half-shaft pace. Still, he presses up against her walls with a forcefulness, as she's too tight to suit how thick he is. Another girl might consider them mismatched buff, 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 requests, aside from just her good nature and her desire to keep her partners satisfied in all the ways she can. Here she is, bouncing up and down on another pie-eyed cock in her ass, when she could have just stuck to her guns and ignored it. Of course, while she doesn't like to admit it, she knows the real reason why. She knows her body's best lineament, and she knows that she likes it when a guy goes crazy for it. about of all, though, she knows that she likes the feeling of it disappearing up her parachute, over and over again, or she wouldn't be able to endure how big this one was. Or sit on it, for that matter.

He has her stop for a instant, which leaves them in the awkward position of having him inside of her ass while she sits on him, still, while he fumbles around on the floor for something, which amuses her. He comes back up with a remote in hand, and uses it to grow on the stereo system. He clicks it a few more time, and starts playing one of her favorite songs. Without saying another Good Book, they resume their step.

She thinks that it's a sweetened, romantic gesture… until she notices what he's using the bass beat for… and then she has to include that it's form of hot. She also likes the lieu, as from a doggie trend lieu ( which is what guys usually postulation ), she has to stimulate herself, and from any verso position, she can't watch her boyfriend's face while she's coaxing it out of him. She also likes that he's helping her do the work, which all in all, means that she's enjoying it quite a bit. She can't have the total sheet-ripping orgasms from before, but she feels herself building to something all the same.

Without thinking, she coos"mighty there…"to him a few times, and he responds by putting his mitt 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 smug 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 pass him a piece of her mind, but instead, she just smiles coyly. She doesn't want him getting too to the full of himself, but a slight riding high was good for anybody. In the past, a few guy rope had played up the"you're a little whore"slant too strongly, and she'd left them high and dry. Right now, though, she didn't want to take in a prideful biliousness tantrum, along the lines of standing up just as he's about to finish up, as if to say"I'm taking my cigaret and going home."

Instead, seeing that he's quickly approaching his demarcation line, and is trying to stammer out that he's about to fire off like a geyser, she has a different ending in judgement. He dutifully gave hers, without hesitation or complaint, and so she's more than than uncoerced to rejoin the favor, a final birthday gift that he won't soon bury. At the height 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 sacque while he's suddenly now pushing open up twelve in of her protesting rectum that are definitely going to feel it in the morning. 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 elbow grease and contorted in XTC, and has a quiet moment of triumph all to herself. She squeezes her sphincter around his root word, and his eyes nearly roll up into his headway. She enjoys knowing that with just a nimble 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 lay aside that for another sentence. Instead, she rears up, all of her weight supported on her big round hindquarters, pressing it down on his terminal, and feigns worry."What's the matter ?"she says, shaking her hips and butt a bit, knowing that he's in absolutely no posture to respond. 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 pair of devil and angel appear on her bare shoulders and separate her both to stand 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 twosome of shape remain nearly perfectly still, he groans, and she can see it on his case a second before she can actually feel him erupt in her ass, a sudden impact, and then building pressing, as he fills her now-sticky bowels with a heroic deluge of thick, teased-out slime. She suddenly finds it hard to breath, and she realizes that in his excitement, he's squeezing her waist so tightly that she's locked in post. She feels a little stab of plethora at his readiness, and a little bit of pride, and to a greater extent 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 pluck out an alternate ending. She thinks to warn him that he's hurting her, but he relents before she does, and pulls her down from her emplacement on highschool, bringing her facial expression close to his.

She pulls her facial expression away from him, and he kisses her neck in unconscious desire."You want to snog my expression while you're shot 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 heading as he frenches her while nutting in her seat. Still, his osculation is affectionate, and she can't demerit a boy for wanting to imagine of her in that way while literally further in her than a thermometer. She wouldn't let him see her rosiness, though.

When the twitching plosive, and he's filled her up as much as she can, to the full stop where she can palpate it sloshing around, she kisses him again."Did you like it ?"she says, knowing that anyone would induce a heavy clip giving him a in force 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 look forward to your following natal day for,"she says, middle 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 gentleman hump my ass."

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

"That's mulct,"she says, running her fingerbreadth along his chest until it touches his handwriting,"you'll find that I am of the gamy order of lady,"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 amount out ?"

"Yep."

She leans forward, and pulls him out slowly. The forefront pops free like a champagne cork, and she resists the impulse to let his copious natural endowment follow. It will take her a bit to get back to a less open state, and as it is, she's glad she didn't have a big lunch. Like clockwork, and just like all the others, he eagerly requests to see his handiwork. She pushes aside the thought that he resembles a fresh-faced unseasoned boy who had a new toy to play with, noting that she'd probably have to caution him after all was said and done that her ruck anus is, in fact, not a toy. A bit umbrageous, as is her usual demeanor directly before, during and after a rump-roast, she spins around on him, reversing the view, which she liked to believe of as"slutty cowgirl."She sat on his belly, which was hard, with her arse, 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 organic structure, or at least, up to the little of her dorsum. Looking over her shoulder, she confirms her suspicion, as he makes no attempt to look up at her face. She rubs her bottom on him, and he finally meets her optic.

"This is what you want to see, right ?"she says, rolling her eyes, before leaning forward, grabbing onto his ankle, hiking her rear-end up in the appendage. She shakes it in his look, and swears she can feel him unloose more cum onto her stomach as a result. He gets an eyeful of the full, naked moon that he'd been denied viewing while they were actually going at it, as well as a proper view of the spot where he'd left behind a few billion spermatozoan. Her anus gapes slightly, looking every bit as indignant as its proprietor, and for a brief newsbreak imitates the amount it was forced surface when he was inside of it. Having satisfied his request, Cindy dismounts abruptly, before he has a opportunity to get his finger inside. She thinks that his tool can't be much pocket-sized 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 face to her rear. Before he has a chance to motorboat it, like some sort of moron, she spins to confront him, and instead he grabs around pelvic girdle ( his hands, of line, finding their way to her impudence ) and holds onto her. She pats his forefront, half-affectionately, half-impatiently, and he eventually relinquishes his bear-hug. Her pegleg wobbly, her knees slightly knocked, she marches ungracefully to the john, closing the doorway behind her. She could get a line him half-heartedly complaining that she wasn't being very amatory, and she muttered to herself that if he put it in her front, their lovemaking wouldn't conclude with a passionate tripper to sit on the gutter and drop his payload a indorse prison term. She feels his sperm swim around in her stomach, getting dying, so she takes a buns, and waits for his birthday present to end up its journey .