Sweaty Crotch Woman
Copyright© 2026 by Peter Emrick
Chapter 14
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 14 - 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
The three of them had just finished a nude swim by moonlight in a quiet eddy of the Snake River and were relaxing on the blanket beside the pickup. Stephanie lay on her side, her cheek on Skip’s thigh. Almost lazily, she played with his prick, jacking him off slowly for a bit, then skinning him back and studying the dark glans, tracing a finger behind the thick flange of the corona.
“You know,” she said casually, moving her face closer so she could lick the tip of her tongue over the fat head, “my brother, Hank, has a big prick, but not as big as yours, Skip.”
“Is that so? How do you know?” Kitty challenged, leaning to her right so she could caress the girl’s long, silky legs and doodle a finger in the girl’s dainty, tight pussy crease.
“I’ve seen Hank’s peter,” she said. “He was doing the same to it as I’m doing to Skip’s right now. Oh, not licking it, jacking off. He sure had a funny expression when his jizz squirted out.”
Kitty stared curiously at the girl. “Is that all you ever saw of your brother’s tool?”
Stephanie was silent, as if she hadn’t heard, occupying herself by sucking on the firm knob of Skip’s prick as if it were an elaborate lollipop. “That’s all-just saw him jacking off-a few times.”
“He never got you, put his prick in you?” Kitty pursued, stretching so she could finger-fuck the shapely young girl. Steve moaned in benign protest when Kitty opened up her butt moons and probed a finger against her dainty anus.
“I told you I just saw him play with his pecker. Skip got my cherry, I told you that,” Stephanie said idly, again taking the plump head of the boy’s prick into her cheek.
An impatience to see more action than just the girl casually sucking and gnawing on Skip’s prick was getting Kitty steamed up, and she moved closer to the girl, finger-fucking her rapidly to confuse her attention and deftly reamed a finger into her asshole.
“Heeeey! Ouch!” Stephanie yelped, then relaxed by degrees, tolerating the twin-hole fingering.
“Are you just going to lie there this evening, satisfied to suck Skip’s cock?” Kitty demanded, squinting in the darkness to see how much prick she was taking in her mouth, and see if getting finger-fucked had any effect on her.
“What do you want, Kitty?” Stephanie taunted, “You want to watch him screw me? I don’t care if you watch, if Skip feels like shoving his peter in me. I like being fucked, and I’m still hot down there, between my legs from watching him give it to you in both holes at the same time. Skip? Do you want to fuckee me so Kitty can watch?”
For an answer, Skip pushed Steve down on the blanket, onto her back.
Immediately, Stephanie drew her feet up, legs folded, knees far apart to let Skip at her crotch. She obliged him by parting her lips and opening up her pussy, then taking his cock just back of the head and placing it firmly at her entry.
“Darned big,” she moaned, “take it easy and don’t try to shove all your cock in me with one push. Just start it and take it easy, and I know I’ll like it and it’ll be more fun than ever, having you fuck me.”
Her face winced, but her eyes never blinked all the time the boy was toiling above her, working his long, grotesquely thick prick into her tight cove.
She never cried out, but the writhing of her body made it evident she was under a strain, taking his monstrous dong into her twat. Skip whimpered as his prick-head was pinched, and a faint, smug smile flitted across the girl’s pale lips.
Stephanie yipped very softly when he gave her the final inch with a sharp hunch of his hips. “Okay, Kitty? You getting an eyeful, watching him push his prick in me, between my legs?”
“Yes, Baby, and I’d like to see him rupture your little virgin butt hole with his hunk of meat,” Kitty chirped.
“I bet I can take it—if you can,” Steve retorted, starting to roll her ass as Skip began a slow tempo of fucking her. Her eyes glittered as she watched Kitty take the dildo from the satchel, grease it methodically. “Heck, I’m pretty sure I can take that thing in my butt—it’s not nearly as big as Skip’s cock.”
“We shall see,” Kitty chuckled, squatting behind Skip. “Get your feet up in the air so I can find your ass. That’s good!” She lifted the boy’s dangling, swinging balls out of the way, set the tip of the fake prick, and slowly eased it all the way into the girl’s bowels.
“See?” Stephanie gasped. “I told you. I got all that funny-looking prick-thing in me, haven’t I?”
“You sure have, Honey,” Kitty replied, seizing it and used her hand to cornhole-f uck it in and out of the girl’s rectum at the same speed Skip was fucking his prick in and out of her pussy. “I bet I’d like to fuck your brother,” Kitty panted, aware her pussy was oozing honey as her own wanton lust intensified.
“He’d probably let you,” Steve retorted, “as much as he likes to play with his cock, beat it ‘til it squirts. Why don’t you ask him when we get to Pocatello, ask him if he’d like to screw his prick in your cunt?”
“I just may do that, sass-box,” Kitty chortled, enchanted at watching the dildo ream her butt hole while Skip pounded cock into her twat.
After a time, Kitty’s arm tired, and she was content to ram the tool all the way into Stephanie’s guts and watch Skip plowing away at her pussy with his cunt-slimed cock.
“How come you quit fucking that thing up my butt?” Stephanie complained, putting her hands on Skip’s shoulders, raised her head, and tried to see what Kitty was doing. “Tired, huh? Just getting your thrills by watching me get my cunt fucked full of snot-shooter.”
“Why don’t you hush up and concentrate on being fucked and cumming on Skip’s hot fuck-rod?” Kitty challenged. “If it isn’t doing anything for you, well, get up and let me take your place. I could go for some hot fucking in my pussy right now.”
She bided her time, watching for telltale signs the teenager was about to sail into orgasm. When Stephanie whimpered and moaned, she tugged out the dildo. “Put that thing back up my ass!” Steve wailed, “I want it in my asshole when I bang off my pussy!”
Kitty timed Skip’s plunges. On the outstroke, she grabbed his cock at the base with both hands, shifted the head down about an inch, set it, and Skip bucked his hips.
Stephanie screamed when his first gush of jizz scalded her crack; then the head of his prick entered her, and she took his mammoth prick to his balls into her bowels. He fucked away furiously at her rectum for two or three minutes, shooting a torrent of cum into her guts before he finally sank it into her and held her against him, lying belly to belly.
Gina Wallace lay awake that night, hot and hard-up, contemplating the day. She had no recriminations about taking her passions out on her sixteen-year-old son, partly due, she conceded, to the fact he had exhibited no signs of resenting her lewd display. He had eaten his lunch eagerly, asking for a third glass of iced tea and if she would help him downstairs to watch afternoon television.
Supper had been serene and companionable. About nine o’clock, he had clumsily picked up his crutches, and she had helped him, an arm around his waist, up to bed. He had taken a pain pill but had spurned a sleeping pill.
Lying feverish and sexually agonizing under the sheet, the tall, gaunt woman wondered whether her son was awake or whether he was in his room in the dark, going over in his mind how it had been when she had sucked him off, then got on top of him and fucked her pussy on his marvelous prick.
Hank, indeed, was doing just that. All day he had watched his mother covertly, pretending his attention was solely on television. But he had tried to catch a glimpse up between her legs when she shuffled about in her chair across the living room as she checked and mended her nurse’s uniforms.
Only once had he gotten a clear, unobstructed view of her huge, hairy patch. His breath caught when he saw she wore no panties. More than once, he had caught himself yearning to get his hands inside her robe and nightgown on her voluptuous breasts. He wondered whether she had thought about that. Why else had she not gotten dressed all the day long?
He wished, fervently, his hands weren’t all skinned up and bandaged. If he couldn’t have some more of her hot, liquid insides, he would have liked to jack off and relieve the pressure. Awkwardly, he thrust the sheet away with his good leg and fumbled at his pajama pants, undoing all the buttons but the one at the waist. Clumsily, he extracted his full hard-on and caressed it with bandaged fingers.
In his young, naive mind, he searched for some excuse to go into her room, check her reaction. A drink of water? Wanting something from downstairs? He wondered whether his mother was sleeping naked. His heart pounded and raced as he speculated on what his mother would do if she saw his cock protruding from the fly of his ‘jama bottom. Maybe she would want to do it some more?
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