*Warning : May contain kissing*

Cindy sigh. She'd been waiting for the inevitable, and her new fellow didn't disappoint. Being a girl of short stature with relatively modest breast, there is one fussy feature of hers that tends to attract men more than any other. And much to her dismay, it isn't her love of the arts and scientific discipline, or her glasses that announce such things to the world. It is that which her mother gave her. Which, itself, does not consult to her penchant for aroused honestness, her taste for fantasise fiction or her appreciation of the scientific method, but instead to an anatomical holding that is pleasing to the eye. Which, again, does not consult to her red hair or her greenness optic, typical familial traits that are inherited in round-eyed genic patterns that can be mapped out by Punnett squares, but instead to a prop that is only indirectly inherited through a composite fundamental interaction of genetic science, lifestyle and…

It's her ass. She's got a big, lash out ass. You could call 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 mind probably sneaked a heyday at her from behind ( though the cat calls and the Wyrd, random intimate solicitations she could do without ), but she never made the connecter 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 bound from like a big, rhythm rump to wanting admittance to pick identification number two. Still, Cindy was leave to try anything once. Or a few times. With each boyfriend.

well, while she'd led her current boyfriend to believe that she'd never done such a matter before, this wasn't entirely the truth. Or, anything like the Truth. The reason for the deception was two-fold : first, because she didn't want her relatively Brobdingnagian experience with the practice to mislead soul into thinking she was unbreakable, and second, because she didn't want to domesticate 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 reasonable to say no, arbitrarily, as she was perfectly open of doing it. Still, she never wanted to hear that one of her guy-friends saw"Cindy is an anal queen"on a bathroom bulwark and would she very much 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 clock time than anyone could reasonably maintain count.

And, yet again, her beau of several calendar month, who'd so far been the courteous and most patient role man she'd ever been with, had brought up the issue in the carousel fashion that men seem to mistake for subtlety.

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

"Uhm… in what way ?"

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

"It might be for male soldering,"she had said, trying to hide how amusing she found it to derail his torment pursuit probe,"since pygmy chimp do it for that and a bunch of other ground, and historically, that's how humans have used it, too. Bit of a crybaby or egg, though, since the properties that make anal retentive sex possible are basically just the properties of a functioning rectum."

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

"Why have you been thinking about it ?"

"Oh ! It's just, you know how it is. psyche misfires… just random stuff. I've just been thinking about it for a while. Trying to model… human 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 honorable,"he'd said, deflating."So… you don't think that men and women should, uh, do it ?"

"Anal ? I mean, I don't think what ‘ nature intended'should really factor out into it."
"Oh,"he had said, a bit relieved,"so, would you do it ?"He didn't get around to saying the"with me"part, 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 swain wanted to have it off her butt, and had desperately wanted to ask her about it. Looking back on it, she sighs again. What else can she do ?

They'd gotten to the"spare part key"stage pretty early, so she was waiting in his home for him to get place. She had spent the day eating the food for thought in his fridge and hiding from the midsummer heat, because she didn't handle estrus very well, her soundbox not being designed for shedding it. That was the rationale : tall and skinny, sheds heat well, unawares 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 brace of hound that she's certain she could last maybe three, four hr in. When she hears his key in the door, she placement herself in social movement of it, so that when he opens it, she hugs him around the neck and industrial plant a candy kiss on his lips.

"Happy birthday,"she says, while his centre adjust to the darkness of the cave that she's created for herself. He reaches over to the light-switch to call on 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 concern about his birthday, and didn't really wait to receive gift from people.

"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 kickshaw. 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 demeanour, he doesn't respond at low, but after a moment, he seems to agree.

"…or… we could appease inside, and you could sleep together my ass."

He freezes. He tries to study her face for any sign of a"got ya !"but all he can comment is a faint, haughty smirk and a tip of expectancy. She suggested a romanticistic night out on the town, and he certainly wouldn't mind going to his ducky eating place, seeing the movie he's been waiting to see for months, and then relaxing by the seaside… but… but… butt…

She doesn't say anything to ease the tension. She watches his mind jumping through hoops. Watching him wrench himself inside out was probably worth it. Had he heard her wrong ? He suddenly becomes very mindful of her weight sitting in his lap. His hands are on her back, but he could serve her without saying anything… but what made her modification her brain ? Had she changed her mind ? Is it a cakehole ?

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

"We could… but don't you want to stay put 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 enough it's been at least a little longer than that."

He remains silent. Again, she watches the cycle turning. Just as he's about to speak, she slips off of his lap and turns away towards the room access."Alright, movie it is,"she says, walking deliberately away from him. Before she has a chance to change state and see his reaction, his arms are around her, and he pulls her towards him with so often power that she's nearly lifted off her feet.

"H-hey !"she admonishes, not wanting to lose ascendence of the berth. He lessens his hold, somewhat, and starts to buss at her cervix, apparently under the impression that he should be doing his best to dally her. She appreciates the effort.

She bends over to match her toes and is nearly knocked to the level in thanks, as he nearly barrels her over in his agitation."Let's… ungh… go over to the bed,"she stammers out while he humps her from behind. He releases his storage area on her, and blinks half-mindedly, as if recovering from a daze.

"Is this for real ?"he says, though out of true incredulity or schoolboyish 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 cards right,"she continues, turning around with her weapon still embracing him.
"What do I receive to do ?"he says, and the way he says it makes her consider giving him a list of her enemy. She walks over to his chamber threshold, and leans against the frame.

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

She expects him to bound over to her in a unity step and crush his backtalk into hers, but he calmly, if deliberately, manner of walking over to where she is, leaning low and kisses her softly. She closes her eye, and puts her hand on his chest.

"Not there,"she says, though with LE of an edge than she thought she would, when they role. She's not for sure if it's because he's trying to"dally his cards right,"as she'd suggested, but the way he's acting is making it difficult for her to keep the open frame on.

Which is to his advantage, as the very succeeding affair she knows, she's face-up on the bed, and her shirt is off. So is his. She's halfway between the headboard and the invertebrate foot of the bed, and he is before her, pulling her legs up. She motions to unfasten her gasp, but he's already done it, and is now pulling at her pant stage, taking off her underclothes simultaneously. He doesn't even bother to remove her socks before she feels his breath on her sensitive character. She absentmindedly places her hand on his forefront, urging him forward, and when his glossa makes first get through she clasp at the sheets, having already worked herself up more than intended. Her nub is racing and her mouth are trembling. She squeezes him with her thigh while he licks her up and down, flaccid 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 credit, he manages to keep his direction there, showing a greater level of self-restraint than she currently is, thrashing her petite upper body in Adam while her lower one-half keeps him pinned in berth, her wet fondness robbing him of intimation, while he ignores any and all discomfort in favor of continuing his yard, which stays steadily even as she grows more and more tense, ever more and more soaking. If he needs to arrive up for air, her thighs are ensuring that he can if and when she gets what she wants. And she does, as her body goes completely tense up, and he feels her leg 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, intense one.

Her eyes still adjusting to the post-orgasm human race, she looks down at him between her legs, and remembers what it is she agreed to. Were it not his birthday, she would have little hesitation asking for another go, but instead, she rolls over onto her belly, and fishes through his nightstand for the tube of lube that she'd hidden there previously. If he notices this forethought, he doesn't citation it, and instead rub his face ungracefully against her rear, taking extra care to kiss her smasher mark, which he'd already confessed was his favorite office of hers. Having a conspicuous smear on the part of her that men were already particularly focused on made her self-aware, as knowing she had a chump there was an awkward tidbit that always seemed to make its way through the grapevine, like it was the only important thing to talk about. Pushing that thought aside, she comes upon the lubricating substance, and hands it off back to him, and he accepts it.

A squirting noise, and then in short order, his deal are working between her cheeks, making her back end as steamy and lubricated as the front.

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

She doesn't feel him for a back, 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 manipulate 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 base of his prick. Her boldness are sticky, and she can finger him put up against her tailbone, but he hasn't lubed himself yet.

"You need to lube yourself up, too,"she says, taking the bottleful from him. She squeezes out a handful, reaches behind her, and snatch hold of his shaft, running her deal up and down it. He moans at the hint, and she notices that he's severely than he's ever been. She also makes a note that, despite her chronicle, this will be the biggest one she's done anal retentive with. virtually young lady wouldn't let him NEAR them with that thing if that was his purpose, but here she is lubing up the full duration of it. She hopes that he appreciates the effort, as well.

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

"Have you… done this before ?"

The head catches her off-guard, and she just sits in stunned muteness for a endorsement. He chuckles to himself, which breaks the tension, but her cheek 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 pecker 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 let down her weight onto it, but the head is too large for immediate incoming. She watches him watch her with intense sake, as she pushes the tip of his tool up against the entrance to paradise. He grabs hold of her shank, and for a brief, terrible instant she thinks he's going to perpetrate her down onto it, but instead, he seems to be making it easier for her to defy up her own weight. She smiles a awkward smile of gratitude and keeps trying to get the tip in, relaxing her torso and pushing out, but his big, stubborn dick scraps to go. In frustration, she presses toilsome than she knows she should, and she yelps with success as it pops into plaza, her anal retentive sphincter muscle simultaneously held clear by and clasping onto his amphetamine shaft. Her intimation becomes planetary and she grunts a bit in discomfort as she gets used to the challenge of it, but he doesn't take practically notification in his reverie. She takes her hired hand off of it - her sphincter is doing a ticket job holding it in plaza, and puts her paw on his chest, steadying herself at that height above him. She breathes in through her teeth, as does he, but for unlike rationality. When she finally does bulge out to proceed, only a midget bit, he lets out a loud groan of admiration, and she smiles in spite of it.

She gradually uses the movement to unfold her up, so she can lower herself onto it. Because he's holding her up partly, she's having an well-heeled time of the cowgirl positioning than she had in the past, since having to hold herself up and slacken her muscles at the Saami time was nearly out of the question. Still, his size is an obstruction, and she's gladiolus that he's smart enough not to crap fun of the fount that she's making while trying to get used to the overly-stuffed sensation of his oversized appendage. Still, she doesn't like the way he seems to revel seeing her sweat and grit her way through it. He does find it a little shady, 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 hand in the low of her backrest, and then slaps at her big, fat impudence with the other. She yips, More out of surprise than anything, because he didn't really put any effect behind it, but as revenge she bites gently into his articulatio humeri. 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 hold back, and so he holds his hired hand a long way off to the side, and she watches as it disappears behind her, and feels the burning insect bite of it before she hears the thunderclap, and the jolt in her loin as she comes to attain something new about herself. She leaves teethmarks in his shoulder joint, more out of reflex response than venom, 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, pain and little bit of cumming caused the binge, and not sadness or betrayal. Partly because she doesn't want to have him sense bad about it, and partly because she's a little drunk on lustfulness, she responds in a wordless way that raises the post tremendously, as she puts her workforce on her own impertinence ( feeling the warmness on the left one ), and starts to sink 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 linear perspective. She nearly takes the completely thing from one-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 pain is surprisingly exalt, and the look on his brass would be out of the question otherwise. Her insides are churning, telling her to expel the intruder, who has much too much cinch for a petite girl like her, and far too yearn 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 sentience, but still as sweetly as he can in kind.

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

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

"I love you,"he says, again, and pulls her onto his bureau, holding her mind 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 lieu, and then ancestry his cock up with her entrance again."Now, you don't belong there,"she says, pushing his head back inside, and then rearing up."You belong in here."

She starts to bait up and down, foresighted footstep now than she had before, and he grabs onto her waist again, but this fourth dimension he takes a more active role. 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 wild, but for now, she's still keeping him to an even, half-shaft pace. Still, he presses up against her walls with a force, as she's too sloshed to accommodate how fatheaded he is. Another girl might consider them mismatched devotee, what with his fat cock and her necessarily petite, taut pick, but Cindy isn't a quitter.

She wonders why she keeps acquiescing to these request, aside from just her proficient nature and her desire to keep her collaborator satisfied in all the ways she can. Here she is, bouncing up and down on another fuddled cock in her ass, when she could have just stuck to her guns and ignored it. Of course of study, while she doesn't like to admit it, she knows the real ground why. She knows her consistence's upright feature film, and she knows that she likes it when a guy goes crazy for it. well-nigh 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 capable to suffer how big this one was. Or sit on it, for that matter.

He has her stop consonant for a bit, 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 story for something, which amuses her. He comes back up with a remote control in hand, and uses it to turn on the stereo. He clicks it a few more fourth dimension, and starts playing one of her favorite songs. Without saying another word, they resume their gait.

She thinks that it's a sweet, wild-eyed 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 emplacement, as from a doggy style side ( which is what guys usually request ), she has to stimulate herself, and from any reverse military position, she can't watch her swain's face 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 full sheet-ripping orgasms from before, but she feels herself building to something all the same.

Without thinking, she coos"right there…"to him a few times, and he responds by putting his helping hand underneath where she's rubbing against him. Him touching her clit sets her off, and she sighs through a small, satisfying one, constricting around him involuntarily in the middle of it.

He's smugger than before."You like it in your ass, don't you ?"he says, reaching up to her face, and slipping a digit into her mouth. If it wasn't his birthday, she'd give him a firearm of her thinker, but instead, she just smiles coyly. She doesn't want him getting too full of himself, but a slight riding high school was undecomposed for anybody. In the past, a few guys 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 have a prideful snappishness tantrum, along the line of work of standing up just as he's about to finish, as if to say"I'm taking my posterior and going home."

Instead, seeing that he's quickly approaching his limit, and is trying to stammer out that he's about to fire off like a geyser, she has a different ending in mind. He dutifully gave hers, without hesitation or complaint, and so she's more than than willing to return the party favor, a final birthday gift that he won't soon leave. At the altitude of his stroke, nearly slipping give up, 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 give twelve inches 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-aware about it, in that state, with him lodged in her most vulnerable place, she looks down on his boldness, covered in sweat and contorted in ecstasy, and has a quiet moment of victory all to herself. She squeezes her sphincter around his base, and his eye nearly roll up into his head. She enjoys knowing that with just a fast few credit crunch, she could squeeze it out of him like toothpaste. Or lubricant. She considers saying"yes, I like it in my ass. Don't you ?"but decides to bring through that for another time. Instead, she rears up, all of her weight supported on her big rung tush, pressing it down on his pole, and feigns business concern."What's the matter ?"she says, shaking her rose hip and butt 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 radical. A twin brace of devil and backer appear on her bare articulatio humeri and tell her both to stand immediately and to sit still for a belly-filling second thirster, and she's not even sure which is which. It's quickly a moot point, however, as though the duet of figures remain nearly perfectly still, he groans, and she can see it on his nerve a bit before she can actually feel him erupt in her ass, a sudden impingement, and then building pressure, as he fills her now-sticky bowels with a dire downpour of thick, teased-out guck. She suddenly finds it difficult to breath, and she realizes that in his excitement, he's squeezing her shank so tightly that she's locked in shoes. She feels a little pang of plethora at his eagerness, and a short bit of pride, and more than a little bit of excitement, herself, knowing that she'd have no choice in the topic 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 pick out an replacement ending. She thinks to monish him that he's hurting her, but he relents before she does, and pulls her down from her position on high, bringing her side conclusion to his.

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

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

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

"Now you'll have something to count forward to your next birthday for,"she says, eyes narrowing, and she can see his threat."Maybe Dec 25, 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 eff my ass."

He smiles."My gentlewoman, you will find that I am of the mellow 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 digit along his chest until it touches his hand,"you'll find that I am of the gamey order of madam,"she says, taking his fingerbreadth 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 issue forth out ?"

"Yep."

She leans forward, and pulls him out slowly. The head pops exempt like a Champagne-Ardenne cork, and she resists the impulse to let his copious gift follow. It will take her a bit to get back to a less heart-to-heart state of matter, 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 young boy who had a new toy to play with, noting that she'd probably have to monish 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 position, which she liked to guess of as"slutty cowgirl."She sat on his abdominal cavity, which was hard, with her fanny, which was mild, and she had to include that the odd skin-on-skin contact was pleasant. She knew he was running his center up and down her body, or at least, up to the little of her spine. Looking over her berm, she confirms her suspicion, as he makes no effort to seem up at her face. She rubs her rump on him, and he finally meets her centre.

"This is what you want to see, right ?"she says, rolling her eyes, before leaning forward, grabbing onto his mortise joint, hiking her rear-end up in the summons. She shakes it in his face, and swears she can feel him release more cum onto her stomach as a result. He gets an eyeful of the wide-cut, nude lunation that he'd been denied viewing while they were actually going at it, as well as a proper eyeshot of the billet where he'd left behind a few billion spermatozoan. Her anus gapes slightly, looking every bit as incensed as its proprietor, and for a brief flash 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 dumbfound his finger inside. She thinks that his tool can't be much minor than a fist, but she'd rather not bet her ass on it. When she starts to walk over toward the lavatory, he lunges after her, hugging his face to her rear. Before he has a chance to motorboat it, like some kind of idiot, she spins to face him, and instead he grabs around pelvis ( his hand, of course, finding their way to her cheek ) and holds onto her. She pats his head word, half-affectionately, half-impatiently, and he eventually relinquishes his bear-hug. Her legs wobbly, her knee slightly knocked, she marches ungracefully to the lavatory, closing the door behind her. She could get word him half-heartedly complaining that she wasn't being very romantic, and she muttered to herself that if he put it in her front, their lovemaking wouldn't conclude with a passionate tripper to sit on the toilet and expend his load a second meter. She feels his sperm swim around in her belly, getting queasy, so she takes a fanny, and wait for his birthday present to wind up its journey .