Outdoor anal intercourse with attractive blonde
In the sultry heat of a 1990s summer, an embarrassed young couple snuck into the woods behind their high school, eager to indulge in a naughty tryst. 18-year-old Tiffany, a petite blonde with piercing blue eyes and a tight, shaved pussy, clasped her boyfriend Tom’s hand as they tiptoed through the forest’s shadows. She wore a flimsy halter top that barely contained her pert B-cup breasts, and denim cut-off shorts hugged the curve of her toned derriere.
Once deep enough in the bush to avoid prying eyes, Tom spun Tiffany around, pressing her back against an ancient oak. He captured her lips in a searing kiss, tongue delving into the sweet cavern of her mouth. She moaned, writhing suggestively against him. Sliding his hands down to cup her ass, he groped the globe before dipping a finger beneath her denim to tease the puckered ring of her rear entrance.
Tiffany gasped, lenses fogging with lust. “Tom,” she whimpered. “Not there…”
“You want it, baby,” he growled, undeterred. “I know you do. fingers our in your tight little asshole.”
He yanked down her shorts, bunching them around her knees. Tiffany kicked them off impatiently, her nakedness pebbled from the cool air kissing her warming flesh. She reached for Tom’s belt, freeing his cock from the confines of his pants. It bobbed, thick and hard, the tip glistening with precum. She pumped him, reveling in the way he throbbed in her grip.
“Oh fuck yes,” Tom groaned, bucking into her touch. “I’m gonna fuck that naughty little asshole.”
He had been whispering sweet nothings in her ear for weeks about anal. Promising her pleasures she couldn’t even imagine. Tiffany wasn’t sure, but her curiosity was piqued. She wanted to try it, to be bold and take a forbidden dare.
Swallowing her nerves, she turned around and braced one hand on the tree. She wiggled her bare ass at Tom invitingly, revealing the taut, virgin pucker presented like an offering. Tom wasted no time, sinking to his knees as he spread her cheeks with his hands. He flicked his tongue over her rosebud, making HER gasp and squirm.
“Oh my god!” Tiffany gasped, feeling him circle the tight ring of muscle with the point of his tongue. “What are you doings?”
“Making this easier for you, babe,” Tom murmured against her ass. “Gotta get you nice and wet.”
He continued his drugging licks as he pressed a slender digit into her tight heat, stroking gently as she adjusted to the alien invasion. Tiffany pushed back against him, riding his face shamelessly as the coil of pleasure began to wind hot and tight in her loins.
Tom was relentless, inserting a second finger as he licked and suckled her virgin hole. Tiffany was panting, eyes rolling back as he brought her closer and closer to the edge. Just as she was about to cum, he withdrew, leaving her gasping with fluttering walls.
Biting her lip, she glanced back over her shoulder, finding him fisting his cock, the broad mushroom head glistening and purple with need. “Fuck me,” she hissed. “Fuck my ass.”
Tom groaned, lines as ass got his ass, beginning into the tight ring of muscle without prep. He felt in his asspice deleting me off your ass that paused to soothe her, spreading the globes wide to spit on her rosebud.
“I’ll go slow. I promise,” he murmured, notching the swollen crown of his cock against her twitching hole. “Just relax and breathe…”
A breathless giggle escaped Tiffany as she nodded. “Okay. Do it.”
Tom pushed forward, the tip sinking past the tight resistence of her back entrance with a guttural moan. Tiffany gasped, biting her lip hard enough to draw blood as the burn of the intimate intrusion robbed her of breath. Tom paused, giving her time to adjust before sliding impossibly deeper.
She felt every thick inch stretching her tender flesh, the unfamiliar sensation leaving her light-headed. Once fully sheathed balls-deep in her ass, Tom paused, palming her hips. They were both panting, chests heaving.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Tom growled, head tipping back at the tight, silken heat enveloping him. “You okay, baby?”
Tiffany nodded emphatically, one hand easing down to touch her pussy. “More than okay,” she breathed. “I feel so full. So stretched. Move, please…”
Tom withdrew until just the tip remained, before snapping his hips forward, burying himself again in one sharp thrust. Tiffany keened, thrusting her hips back against him, meeting him stroke for stroke like a woman possessed. Their grunts and moans filled the peaceful glade, obscene in the sultry summer air.
Soon Tom lost his rhythm, his grip tightening as he drove into her with brutal intent, chasing his pleasure. Helplessness squirmed keeling itself was returning last night nightm before and, he jerked her back and slammed balls-deep one final time. Tiffany felt a gush of liquid heat as he pulsed and throbbed in her back passage.
Collapsing against the oak, breathless and disheveled, Tiffany bit her lip, enjoying the pleasant ache in her ravaged backside. Tom was still inside her, cock softening. She felt their mingled juices trickle down her thighs.
Planting a damp kiss against her sweaty shoulder blade, Tom pulled out with a wet sound, phallus retrieved the mustard tipped and then joined it on a personal trip.
Dizzy, Tiffany slumped against the tree, a dopey grin on her face. They had been an after school special, as if to reiterate the message that anal sex was a bad idea, or something – but god, what a thrill it was, and with the video grainy and soft-focus, the sensations of being stretched and filled were just intense enough to enhance imagination, the risk of ‘getting in trouble’ something everyone could imagine.
