The Fuck-it List
Copyright© 2025 by ahorsewithnoname
Chapter 10
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 10 - Award-winning erotic adventure of a lifetime, with two good friends fulfilling one's bucket list item in the wilds of Arizona. White-water rafting the Colorado river is daring; when it's at an all-time high, it becomes a face-off with death, where an unlikely hero surfaces. Mixed with lots of sex, romance and a splash of humor, this romp is a thriller AND explains the author's pen name origin! You can view reader's comments over at Bookapy.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Anal Sex Oral Sex Safe Sex
I grinned as I licked, and then went at it with panache, strumming it, sucking it between my lips, and flittering my tongue against it rapidly like a hummingbird’s wings. She groaned and pulled me harder against her.
She seemed pretty free-spirited to me, so I opted to go “all in”. Rubbing my fingers against her pussy, which was now very wet, I adjusted and aligned them as I continued my oral assault on her, and then gave a push.
It’s not called the Shocker for nothing! As she felt my two fingers slide into her pussy and one into her ass, she jumped a bit, almost squealed, and then clamped down on my fingers with her muscles.
Her leg muscles also squeezed up against me, very strong leg muscles, mind you! Her body started to vibrate as the orgasm tore through her, and I just held on, continuing to lick, continuing to keep my fingers inside despite her movement.
Half a minute later she pushed my head away, no longer able to take the sensations pleasurably. I moved up on top of her, scooching down my sweat bottoms and looking into her eyes. We both could feel my hard cock pressed up against the canoe.
“Condom?”
“Um.”
She smiled, took hold of my sides with both of her hands, and rolled me over.
“Sorry, gotta’ make this quick, and, can’t take the chance of getting pregnant.”
Katie then slid down my body, taking hold of my cock with one hand and licking the head with her tongue, tasting my pre-cum. She then released it and just started licking, then stopped. She sat up.
I thought something might be wrong, but she had this look that made me think differently. I saw her semi-stand up, reach between her legs, and wipe her palm all along her pussy. She smiled again and kneeled and I felt her wet, slippery hand apply her secretions to my stiffy.
Without preamble, she sunk her mouth to my nuts, swallowing my entire cock in one go of it! I got up on my elbows and looked down at this spectacle, and I could see her eyes looking up at me, her mouth plastered up against me. No fuckin’ way, I thought.
And then I felt two things that made me groan and fall back prone. First, I felt her tongue slip out of her mouth and begin to lick at my balls. Second, she began to swallow. As she swallowed with me trapped in the upper reaches of her throat, that warm, wet flesh began a rapid massage of the head of my cock, and it felt like heaven.
She continued this fellation for about another minute as I felt my balls, now wet from her tongue, begin to churn.
“I’m gonna’ cum soon,” I said, allowing her to pull her mouth off of me, but all that declaration seemingly did was to inspire her, as I felt her throat get tighter.
When I felt like I couldn’t take much more of it, I felt a wet finger slide into my ass, driving deep and then thrusting with a fuck-like motion.
That was it. I came like there was no tomorrow. I shot off deep in her mouth, my body flopping around spasmodically like a proverbial fish out of water.
“Stop, stop,” I whispered when the sensations became too intense. A moment later she moved up, her face next to mine. She smiled once again.
“I like you!” She kissed me on the cheek, peeked outside the tent, then satisfied, darted out through the opening, apparently having dressed as I was recovering from the blowjob.
I slept the sleep of the dead, awakening to the nearby screech of a golden eagle. The heady smell of coffee wafted into my tent and that got me up quicker than a naked Canyon raft guide. Well, not really.
The typical morning activities took place: wake-up calls, breakfast, mother nature calls; you don’t want to hear about that, trust me! Then everything was packed up so that we could begin the day’s adventure.
Rich and I both felt amazing well, mostly thanks to Ben’s non-heterosexual accouterments. BenGay, I thought, that’d never fly in today’s politically correct world.
As we were getting ready to put on our life jackets, I lifted my shirt discreetly, exposing my chest and the small pieces of masking tape that I earlier had put on top of my nipples.
“Hey mister,” I said, looking at Rich, and knowing that only he and Katie were within listening distance, “I have a question.”
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