Sweaty Crotch Woman
Copyright© 2026 by Peter Emrick
Chapter 12
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 12 - An aggressive woman enjoys taking young men's virginities
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/Fa Consensual Fiction Anal Sex First Oral Sex Novel-Pocketbook
“I shouldn’t have done that,” Stephanie blurted plaintively as Kitty was pulling the rig into a sparse grove of trees near the Snake River south of Mountain Home.
It had been so long since the girl had spoken; it was as if a spell had been broken, and Kitty cramped the wheel so tightly that the power steering squalled. “Shouldn’t have done what, Steve?” she murmured, surveying the isolated area, satisfied with the mid-afternoon camp.
“I shouldn’t have,” Stephanie repeated, as if she hadn’t heard. “I shouldn’t have put my mouth on Skip’s things. I shouldn’t have put my lips around it and sucked his cock.”
Kitty sat motionless for a minute, evaluating the girl’s attitude. She didn’t read any real remorse or dread in her tone. Then Kitty smiled secretively. The girl was merely assessing her action, trying to put it in perspective, perhaps justify it.
“Nonsense, Steve,” she said, getting out, taking off the man’s shirt on a side mirror. “You liked it, didn’t you?” she said reassuringly, going to the camper to bring three bottles of cold beer. When she returned, the two youngsters were sprawled on the grass in the shade. “Didn’t you like sucking Skip’s nice, big, fat, hard cock?”
Stephanie took the bottle, her eyes painfully searching Kitty’s face. “That’s not the thing. It’s naughty, Kitty. It doesn’t matter that I liked doing that—sucking his cock—or that I liked the taste and that wild sensation when it went off-shot jizz in my mouth. It just isn’t right. Is it?” she added doubtfully, her dark, troubled eyes asking for denial and reassurance.
“Poof. If you liked ft, what’s the matter with it?” Kitty shrugged. “I’ll tell you this, I like going down on a guy’s cock and sucking it ‘til the cum jizzes out. So don’t worry about it, Honey. Right, Skip?”
Skip nodded, tried ineffectively to close the gaping fly of his shorts that he hadn’t been able to button up because his prick was swollen out of shape.
Kitty settled into an Indian-sit before the two youngsters, casually exposing herself, the thick-furred outer lips of her pussy protruding from the split in the crotch of her hot pants and her turgid nipples pooched ‘way out through the cut-outs of the thin breast harness.
Slightly undernerved by the halting, well, lack of conversation, Kitty stood and went to the camper for a beer for herself, returning with a blanket she shook out on the grass and the canvas satchel she had thoughtfully taken from the trailer at Berniece’s.
“You two sure are a couple of glummy-glums,” she smiled, stretching out on her side, facing them, holding herself up on an elbow so she could sip the beer.
“How’s your peter, Skip?” she asked slyly, pushing the satchel with the dildo toward him.
Skip frowned, recognizing the satchel. “It feels okay. What’s with that thing?”
Kitty’s smile was slightly smirking, smug. “Well, it’s been a while since you serviced me and my pussy is itching crazily.”
“You had that black boy,” Skip said defensively.
“Sure, but his cock isn’t nearly as satisfying as yours, Honey,” Kitty winked, unzipping the satchel with her free hand, holding a freshly lit cigarette in the fingers of the hand that supported the bottle of beer.
“Remember how you double-pronged Bea in the trailer? I’d like to try a double-cock on for size and pleasure,” Kitty said, making her tone pleading, wheedling. “Won’t you please give me a double-hole fucking, Skip?”
Covertly, she studied Stephanie’s face when she took out the dildo with its straps and belts. The girl never changed expression as she stared at the ominous-looking tool with the formidable knob. Kitty drained the foam from the bottle, put the cigarette butt in it, and tossed it to the side to be picked up later.
She rolled onto her back, drew her feet up, and lifted her butt as she undid her hot pants, pushing them to her knees. “You don’t mean right now, do you?” Skip asked, reluctance in his voice.
Kitty paused in toeing the skimpy garment off over her feet. “Why not? Steve, you don’t mind, do you, if Skip and I engage in a little cock and cunny play? It might be interesting, watching how he gives me a screwing in my twin holes.”
Stephanie tossed her head, peevishly brushed long tresses of dark hair over her shoulders. All but nude, Kitty shuffled to the girl, raised to hug her. She had buttoned up the dress, but hadn’t bothered to rehook the bra, and her firm, jutting breasts lolled unfettered in the bodice of her dress.
The girl arched her back when Kitty playfully rubbed her hand over the sloping crowns of her boobies, tweaked the dainty berries of the hard nipples. “I don’t care,” Steve said complacently, yet there was a faint glitter of curiosity in her dark eyes.
“See, Skip?” Kitty teased, reaching to shovel a hand into the gaping fly of his shorts and knead his lump of fun-meat. “Come on, take off your shorts and put on the funny pole. I’m ready for you to give me both barrels in my cummy holes.”
When she pulled her hand out of his clothes, his cock came out, too, twitching and quivering like something alive. Even Stephanie giggled at the boy’s faint embarrassment as his long, swollen member jerked uncontrollably.
She tossed aside her empty bottle and reached to caress the tips of her fingers down the top, tracing the big blood vein. “It-your cock-is the oddest looking thing I’ve ever seen,” she smiled slightly at the boy’s befuddlement. He weaved to the side, slightly away from her, when Steve undid the top button of his shorts.
“Your prick is getting hard and no one has hardly even touched it, Skip,” Stephanie whispered, good spirits flowing into her like the effect of head wine. “Why don’t you go ahead and take off your pants and put on that thing and do what Kitty wants? I think it would be exciting, seeing what and how you do it to a woman with that gizmo. I don’t understand how it works.”
“Let me explain,” Kitty said, enthusiasm growing. “You see, Skip puts on this thing—a dildo—and he fucks my pussy at the same time he cornholes my butt with the fake prick. Got it?”
Stephanie shrugged. “I don’t know for sure.”
“Come on, Skip!” Kitty chirped, handing him the cock replica. “Get it on!”
As she helped Skip don the contraption, she said to Stephanie, “Honey, why don’t you take off your panties—I’ll show you how to have fun at the same time?”
“Huh?” the young girl said, but she stood, reached up under her dress, and rolled the nylon skivvies down her legs, took them off, and dropped them in a wad on a comer of the blanket.
“Just lie here in the middle of the blanket on your back,” Kitty said, testing the adjustment of the straps and belts that held the dildo firmly just above Skip’s steadily burgeoning hard-on. “That looks just dandy,” Kitty chirped, finding the jar of Vaseline she had put in the satchel.
Aware of Stephanie’s unblinking eyes, Kitty greased the phony cock and put a dab of the clear petroleum on the knob of Skip’s prick, smeared it around with the cupped palm of her hand. “Well, I guess I’m ready to have my cunny and asshole skewered—both at once.”
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