Riverside Fever: My First Raw Surrender to a Hung Fisherman

Saturday morning. June air crisp. One and a half hours pounding the river path. Legs ache. Throat parched. Forgot the water bottle. Almost at the car after the bridge. Spot him. Fisherman. First time here. Tall. Camo pants hugging thick muscles. Huge bulge straining fabric. Heart skips.

Parked next to me. Slow jog to a stop. Breathe deep. ‘Morning. Nice day.’ ‘Yeah, heat coming.’ Chat flows. Grab water. Gulp hard. Splash face. Shirt soaked. Peel it off. Wipe sweat. Slip on tank top. Skin tingles.

The Irresistible Fever

‘You fish?’ ‘Nah, no patience.’ ‘Learn it. Good workout.’ Sit on trunk. Watch him cast. That bulge mesmerizes. Eyes locked. ‘Try it. I’m Alain.’ ‘Pierre. Gotta go.’ ‘Come on.’ Hands shake taking rod. Lousy casts. He steps behind. Rough hands over mine. Body presses close. Heat radiates. Bulge grinds my ass. Pulse races. Tremble.

Guides throws. We fuse. Hands slide up. Shoulders burn under touch. Fingers slip under tank. Grip pecs. Pinch nipples hard. Shock jolts. Knees buckle. He holds firm. Cast again. Fingers twist peaks. Roll. Squeeze. World spins. Head falls back on his cheek. Surrender surges. Hands dive lower. Belly quivers. Shorts yanked down. One fist pumps cock. Other cups heavy balls. Moan escapes. ‘Wanna see mine?’ Hot whisper. Ear devoured by tongue. Cock throbs. ‘Yes.’

Kneel. Zipper rasps. Monster freed. Thick. Veiny. 9 inches soft. Grows to 10. Jaw drops. Balls heavy in palm. Fingers won’t circle shaft. Gland swells. Mouth engulfs. Stretch wide. Suck greedy. Inexperience shows. ‘First time?’ Eyes up. ‘Yes.’ Pulls me up. Crushes lips. Tongue invades. Suck his back. Fire ignites.

‘Never touched a guy?’ ‘Just stared at gym.’ Deeper kiss. Hands roam back. Squeeze ass. ‘I’ll teach you.’ Mouth attacks nipples. Bites. Licks. Torso thrusts for more. Breath ragged. Trails down. Navel pierced by tongue. Cock pulses under slow strokes. Lips seal on gland. Heaven explodes.

Grabs hand. Blanket from car. Behind bushes. Semi-hidden. View of path. Lay back. Resumes feast. Legs spread. Balls sucked. Cock worshipped. Hips buck. Beg silently. Tongue hits hole. Electric shock. Rim devours. Sphincter yields. Legs yanked to chest. Spread wide. Basin writhes. Fingers probe. Twist. Stretch virgin ring. One. Then two. Grip his wrist. Impale deeper. Ass hungers. ‘Love it, slut. Been waiting.’ ‘Yes…’

The Savage Blaze Ignites

Cock teased on lips. Lick like ice cream. Face-fuck shaft. Fingers widen hole. ‘Wet slut pussy ready.’ Flip to all fours. Ass up. Gland presses. Breathe. Push back slow. Pain bites. Stop. He waits. ‘Your move.’ Ache fades. Swallow inch by inch. Balls slap. Full.

He thrusts. Slow build. Deeper. Harder. Grip hips. Cry out. ‘Oh yes!’ Pleasure coils. No erection. Cum erupts hands-free. Ass milks him. He pauses. Then pounds savage. Fire consumes. Second wave hits as he floods deep. Collapse. Still buried.

Clench. Stir ass. He hardens. ‘Ride it, slut.’ Sit reverse. Lift. Slam down. Full length spears. Pace quickens. Cock rises. Face him. Hands behind head. Smirk. Squeeze-release rhythm. He bucks. ‘Cum!’ Blast his hairy chest. He erupts inside. Crash together.

Kiss fierce. Side by side. Cock softens in me. ‘Puceau with talent.’ ‘Your fault.’ ‘You’re a cock-hungry slut in man’s skin.’ Protest dies in his gaze. ‘Love sluts like you.’ Laughs. ‘Wife waits. Love’s love, sex is sex.’ ‘Married?’ ‘She’d never take this cock up ass.’ Dress slow. Cum leaks. Final kiss. ‘Number?’ ‘Yes. No work calls.’ ‘Shave smooth. Crave me soon, little slut.’ Drives off. Wink.

Slide into seat. Ass hot. Wet with load. Burn lingers. Changed forever.