The Fuck-it List
Copyright© 2025 by ahorsewithnoname
Chapter 16
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 16 - 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.
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Her eyes flashed open.
I didn’t remove my finger, nor did I push in more than the tip. I did start rotating it just a bit.
Her eyes glazed over, once again closed, and her breathing got a little more erratic.
“Lil’ ... dee ... per,” she whispered. I could see that her nipples had fully hardened and extended.
I sunk my finger in an inch, heard her grunt, and I stopped, as she slowed movement atop me. When she picked up speed once more, I slowly began moving my finger back and forth in a half-inch movement. I also pulled myself up and sucked in a nipple, catching it lightly between my teeth.
“Oh gawd yes,” whispering again, and I felt her body start to shake and vibrate. Her ass muscles clamped down on my finger, and her hand that had wrapped around my head crushed me closer, flattening her breast and my lips.
But most of all, her pussy seemed to have a mind of its own, clamping down and releasing as she rode me up and down. She was almost crying lightly now, the sensations just overwhelming her body and mind.
I took notice and released my hold on my orgasm, and as those sensations all hit their pitch, I added to it by pumping warm cum inside of her, bathing her insides, and feeling it squeezed out and onto my balls along with her wetness.
As the orgasm train slowed down at the station, she collapsed on me, out of breath, sapped of energy. It was a dozen or so minutes later before we started to engage in conversation.
I stayed over one night when we got back to Pennsylvania, and the following morning Rich suggested we hit a local diner for some grub before I hit the road.
“Wait until you see ... the waitress.”
“Sounds like a plan,” I responded, and off we went.
It was a throwback diner, you know, one of those aluminum-clad beasts that looked almost out of place in today’s streamlined world. Still, it had charm.