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Outstanding Anal

A bewitching old time

I booked a holiday in a secluded coastal resort. The whole idea was not to be drawn into anything, but I found myself fascinated by a woman known as Mara.

From my chair by the pool, I watched her arrive alone. She looked composed and serious, constantly thinking. I didn’t know what was on her mind, but it wouldn’t take long before I knew how depraved Mara was.

I’m not sure if she noticed me, as I was wearing dark sunglasses and deliberately had an unreadable expression on my face. She disappeared to her room before reappearing in a black bikini, which she had tucked into her ass, showing off her firm bum cheeks.

I wasn’t the only one watching her as she bent over and her tits accidentally popped out. They were silicone-enhanced, just 250ml, which turned a C-cup into a D-cup.

I heard the staff speak about her in lowered voices. “She’s back again.” Followed by “She’s scaring all the guests away.”

I listened, but it didn’t register. I was in love with her butt, which was neither too big nor too small. I couldn’t help but stare at it while watching her sunbathe.

I ended up going for a swim myself, and as I came up out of the pool, I pulled myself up and sat next to Mara on the edge of the water.

“Somebody my own age,” she said with a surprised expression. “I thought there was nobody but retirees here.”

“I’m Adrian.” We shook hands, talked for a little while, but my phone went off, and by the time I had finished the call, she had gone.

After that, I didn’t see her at the pool for the next few days. Instead, our paths crossed in the lobby as I had joined a tour group that was leaving.

I think she said, “Hey,” to me.

We both smiled, and for the rest of the day, I couldn’t get her out of my head.

The bus returned to the resort, the sun was low, and the air was humid and still. It seemed like there was a kind of magic in the air. I was on a social high as the trip had been a great way to meet others and share my story.

I was still talking to an elderly couple when I stepped into the open-air lounge. Mara was there, and my old friends saw the glimmer in my eye, leaving me as I stared at her leaning against a column, half in shadow, half in the glow of an outside light.

Others had dressed up for the get-together, in shirts and party dresses, but Mara looked like she’d simply wandered out of her room without paying much attention to style.

Her eyes found mine seconds later. There was recognition behind them, and it was good to feel wanted.

She pushed off the column and walked toward me with that same composed, deliberate grace that had caught my attention on the first day.

“Did you enjoy your tour?” she asked.

I laughed quietly. “It was a blast going out with the old folks.”

Her gaze flicked over me, slow, assessing, as if she was analyzing me for a response.

“Come with me,” she said.

“It’s kind of all of a sudden, but okay.” I followed her through the quiet paths that wound between palm trees and lanterns. The night air showed no sign of cooling. It was still warm; the scent of the ocean hung in the air, and I felt something bordering on exaltation. This was what a holiday was all about: going on romantic strolls to some unknown place.

She stopped at a small Zebo structure that overlooked the water. The waves were still visible, even though it was evening, and there was a faint light in the air.

Mara turned to me.

“You looked disappointed when I disappeared the other day,” she said softly.

“I was.”

She nodded once, as if confirming something she’d suspected.

“I don’t usually… let people get close,” she murmured. “But you keep showing up. And I keep noticing.”

Her voice dropped, barely above a whisper.

“Tell me if I’m wrong,” she said, “but I think you’ve been waiting for this.”

Her hand lifted, touching my chest, and I could feel the warmth of her skin.

It was the perfect moment for a kiss.

Our lips met, and I felt my heart race.

“It feels like love,” I said as we pulled back and looked into each other’s eyes.

That made her smile, and she touched me on the nose with her finger, telling me not to be stupid.

She pulled me onto a padded chair, and we started snogging, touching each other, feeling like our souls were entwining.

My pants were down in no time at all. While her mouth was bobbing up and down on my dick, I put my hands behind my head and watched her go to work.

It was romantic, or was at first, until the first couple of accidental teeth brushes with my bellend occured.

“Slow down,” I said. But she continued, my cock reddening from teeth brushing that had turned to full-on biting.

I pushed her head away, “I’m not into that.”

She looked up at me with a hungry expression on her face.

I looked at my dick, and I could see there was a method to her madness. A rough rune had been marked into my cock.

“You belong to me now.” I tried to resist, but I had become a puppet for her to manipulate.

“Rise, rise, bigger, bigger.” She was talking to my cock, and it responded by engorging itself with blood, making it larger than it had ever been before.

She pulled off her panties, and I saw all around her pussy were similar runes to the ones she had put on my dick.

She arched her back as I slid into her. She controlled my pace with her thoughts. I fucked her exactly the way she wanted, and that brought her to orgasm.

Squirting all over me. She came hard and joltingly.

She didn’t let me cum. Instead, she got me to fuck her from behind, grabbing her hips tightly and sliding all the way in and out, until she was writhing again.

“Fucking big cock. I need you to fuck my ass,” she gasped.

I had thought about doing this from the second I had seen her, but I was not used to this kind of extreme act at all.

“No cumming,” she said, and I felt an imaginary cock ring go around the base of my dick.

Despite being bewitched, her anal passage was a dream to fuck, tighter than her pussy, it clung to my dick, almost pulling at it whenever I pulled out.

I thrust in and felt the spunk trapped in my balls.

“I need to cum,” I managed to say. The pressure was great.

“Just a bit more,” She said, backing into me harder.

My cock was a blur in her ass, and finally she reached back and squeezed the base of my dick. The ring was gone, and my cum rushed up out of my cock, squirting over and over into her ass.

I felt like my soul left my body.

As I pulled out, I saw my dick still shooting out sperm as if it were the first shot.

My mind raced, and my consciousness slipped away…