My Insane Alien Hookup: Fucking the Sky Stranger by the River

The twin suns beat down on the riverbank, humidity thick as cum. I’ve stalked this pale giant for ten days, watching him splash in the warm current. His body’s a weapon – broad shoulders, muscled thighs, that scorpion tat screaming danger. Today, no more hiding. My pussy’s already slick with that sticky heat when he climbs out, water dripping off his pale skin. He flops on the sand, grabs his cock, starts stroking slow. Fuck, it’s thickening, veiny, alien to me. Heart hammers like a war drum. I burst from the bushes, naked, antennae twitching.

His eyes snap open, lock on my purple-black skin, three perky tits, blue-green hair. No nose on him, just that weird face triangle. He freezes, dick throbbing hard. I kneel close, heat radiating off him. Touch his nose, twist it curious. Skin rougher than ours, cooler. Fingers trail ears, neck, tat. Then his cock – thick, pale, pulsing. Grip it firm, slide skin back, thumb the slit. He groans deep. Balls? Weird pouch. Squeeze too hard – he yelps. Shit. But his hand cups my neck, massages slow. Waves of calm hit. I stroke real now, up-down, feeling him swell.

The Approach

His fingers dive between my ass cheeks, stroke my extra lips. Sticky lube oozes, no real wetness but hot glue. Thumb my hole. Fuck, sparks fly. He sucks a tit, teeth grazing pale nipple. Never felt that – electric. I pump faster, his breath ragged. Too soon, he stops me, lays me on warm sand. Legs spread wide, inviting. But he dives in, tongue lashing my slit. Weird as fuck, but gods – it burns good. Deep licks, sucking lips. I grab his head, grind hard. Cum crashes, body shakes, roar from my throat.

The Explosion

Flip him over savage. Straddle that cock, eyes locked – his blue mysteries pulling me. Slam down, impale full. Burning hot inside, tiny soft bumps massage every inch. Like velvet fire gripping my dick – wait, his dick owning me. Ride wild, hips slamming, suns blinding. He grabs tits, pinches nipples, pulls. My forked tongue flicks lips, moaning dirty. ‘Fuck yes, sky man, fill me.’ Faster, sweat mixes, jungle hums. Cum hits again, nails rake his chest. He grunts, floods me with hot spurts. Collapse on his slick torso, twitching.

Long minutes, his softening cock slips out. Roll beside him, point heart: ‘Miirazi.’ He taps his: ‘Markus.’ Smile, repeat it husky. Grab my leather harness, javelots clinking. Point suns, sand, his forehead – tomorrow, same spot. Jungle swallows me fast, heart racing. Back to tribe shadows, pussy throbbing with his seed. Stranger again. But fuck, can’t wait for round two.