Sweaty Crotch Woman
Copyright© 2026 by Peter Emrick
Chapter 1
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - 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’ve eaten bigger ones, had much bigger ones punching my hot pussy and cornholing my butt,” Kitty Marman murmured thoughtfully, licking her tongue along the agonizing length of his quivering Peter. “But your prick,” she smiled, gorging her mouth with his cock, “is just dandy and I love the taste and it will fit very snuggly in my cunt or up my itching asshole.”
When Skip Peterson tried to rise, she pressed her left forearm on his chest, pushed him back on the double bunk of the travel trailer. She lay at an angle over him, her left cheek against his young groin, a hand holding his hard, young balls as she went far down on him, devouring the entire post of sensual flesh.
“Uuuuuuuuummmmmmm,” Kitty purred, easing off, sucking the hot knob and slithering her tongue along the side of his agitated young cock. “I love sucking young pricks, fucking kids,” she said, as if explaining. “And I’m so glad you ran off from home.”
He sobbed convulsively and his five-foot frame shuddered when she sucked particularly hard on the head of his prick, tucked it into a cheek as if it were a ball of candy. Kitty flattened a hand over his mouth to stifle his cries and released his balls, letting them sag in their taut sac so she could unbutton her blouse. When his sobs subsided, she deftly removed her blouse, letting her opulent, unharnessed titties loll free against his naked hip.
“Running away from home was just perfect,” Kitty growled on the knob of his cock, her teeth nibbling just back of the coronal flange. “I’ll take you far away, on a nice trip, and no one will ever know. And I’ll have you to suck and fuck whenever I want to. And I’ll teach you to eat pussy and suck my boobies—or, I’ll tan the shit out of your skinny ass. Got that, Skip?” she growled, biting him sort of hard before she swallowed the pulsating knob of his cock deep into her throat.
Kitty pushed his pants and shorts all the way to his ankles and urged his knees apart so she could get her hand deep in his crotch to play with his balls and finger his nervous, tight anus. She employed her left hand to unbutton her skirt, skid the zipper, and push it down so her unpantied ass was bare, the twin globes glistening in the fragile butane light from the galley.
“Ooooooohhhh, Goddamn fuckin’ heaven,” she sighed, gobbling noisily on his prick as she mouthfucked him voraciously. She dug her left hand into her straddle, finger-combed the thick, coarse ruby hair apart, and split open her vulva so she could masturbate freely while she gave him a juicy blow-job.
She had an intuitive idea the kid had never copulated before, and she looked to his first spurt of jizz with frenzied anticipation. So what if he had a quick cum? She knew she could keep his prick hard with her quick, ruby lips and hot tongue and greedy mouth that seemed made for sucking cock.
Kitty squeezed his balls, jostled them with the tips of her long, slender fingers as she sucked her cheeks in against the swollen bulb of his tasty, adorable young prick. From a past experience, some ten years ago when she was only nineteen, she knew if she continued sucking him, his cock would swell to three or four times its normal erection size—in girth. And it would stay thus enlarged for two or three days.
Savoring the prospect of a young cock that would stretch her jaws to the creaking point, she sucked and mouth-fucked him faster and harder. Too, she knew if she could “torture” his prick past its first inclination to jizz, he would hold his hot, creamy frosting for maybe an hour.
“Yuuuuuuuummmmmm,” she gloated, stabbing two fingers into her hot snatch-hole and shuddering into a minor orgasm. Already, she could feel his prick gaining dimension—not only in thickness, but in length. The overall size of his cock was being enhanced by her educated mouth and goading tongue.
A tremor began in his prick and his balls, the first hint of cumtremens, and Kitty clamped her fingers ruthlessly on his ready-to-crack nuts. “Don’t you jizz yet,” she warned, putting an ominous note in her guttural voice.
Skip’s feet began kicking and his middle lurching—he was trying to up-fuck his cock into the tall redhead’s devouring mouth. To accommodate him, she went all the way down on him, her swallow muscles taunting his sexual flesh, rubbing and caressing the immense knob that gorged her carnal gullet.
Then his cum-spasm tendency passed, and he cried out in torment. Kitty relaxed her grip on his hot, hard nuts, pressed them to him as her middle finger sought and found his pinched asshole. He squirmed helplessly under her superior weight and size. “Get your legs far apart and raise your knees,” Kitty commanded, finger probing.
“Oh-oh-oh, God, NO!” he wailed. But it was no avail. She had succeeded in spearing a finger into him, squirreling it around far inside his burning, clenching, panicking asshole.
“I’m gonna suck your cock off and finger-fuck your young little asshole ‘til you faint,” she muttered, gobbling loudly on the head of his growing column of f uck meat as he instinctively thrust his tortured prick into her willing throat.
The heel of her hand covered the bulge of his balls that roiled in the taut scrotum, and she knew she could control and shut off his natural bent to fire his flood of jizz by applying cruel pressure. “I won’t let you shoot your cum ‘til I’m ready for you to,” she said, a deep chuckle fluttering the muscles of her throat and mouth around his vibrant hunk of cock.
Skip relaxed slightly, and she thought his bottom even began to rock and roll gently as she finger-diddled his squeezing butt hole. “I want you in my ass,” she slobbered juicily on his prick, “but not your finger—your magnificent young prick.”
Kitty could hear the soft, midnight whisper of the breeze in the proud, towering tops of the Northcentral Idaho pines. Ghostly were the ripples of the Locksa River fifty yards away.
She gnawed happily, yet not brutally, on the thickening glans of the eighteen-year-old’s still-burgeoning prick. “You have a manly, magnificent, tasty cock,” she admired, her voice muffled because his cock was now swollen to such a dimension that it thoroughly crammed her face.
Her cunt was becoming soppy now, and her hand sloshed warmly, hotly in her long fuck-gash. She pressed a thumb against her emerged clit as she diddled her hole with increasing vigor.
Skip whimpered forlornly, painfully. Kitty drew her face up ‘til she held just the tip of his dong in her teeth.
Her eyes crossed, glitering cat-like green, as she stared down at his monstrous stump of cunt-stuffer. “I’ll get your prick bigger ‘n hell,” she promised, quickly going all the way down on him again and blowing his cock triumphantly.
Already, she thought gleefully, she had mouthfucked and sucked his young prick to a size most any man would be bold and proud of, would boast about it to anyone who would listen—trying to get some female to lie down, spread her legs, and test his hunger in her split.
Slowly, the tenseness flowed out of the kid, and he relaxed, still thrusting upward with his hips, his lean butt that was being finger-diddled expertly, shoving his cock in and out of her mouth.
Suddenly, he came; came hard before she had a chance to compress his fertile sex-nuts. She scowled, wrinkles furrowing her smooth brow; but she swept in all of his fat, solid cock and took his flow of jizz down her gullet, into her stomach.
“It’s all right,” she soothed, guzzling his pecker flood. “But I’ll keep on sucking you off, keep you hard, and then I’m gonna top you and fuck up a storm in my pussy with your prick, of course.”
Keeping his prick socked away in her mouth, she straightened so she could kick away her skirt, feeling extra sensuous with nothing on but a garter belt and green net stockings that reached to her crotch, angled up the sides of her hips in a triangle.
Kitty was tempted to mount him then and fuck out her lust and hot passion on his enormous post of flesh, but she was curious how much larger she could get his cock if she continued sucking him.
When his flow of thick, sweet jizz ebbed, she asked chokingly, “Is that your first cum-time?”
“The-first-time,” Skip said hazily, a hand going limply to his forehead, brushing back his tousled, sweaty sandy hair. His middle continued lurching, continuing to fuck his grotesquely swollen prick into Kitty’s glutinous mouth where her tongue was swizzling madly about the giant head of his weeping prick.
Again, Kitty eased her face off his rigid joint and stared at it, calculating it was at least eight inches long and three inches thick. If she could just keep him hard, keep sucking his cock, it would gain another inch both ways.
Wouldn’t that be fabulous? An eighteen-year-old young man with a nine-inch prick that was four inches through. The idea worked on her like hypnosis, and she began sucking cock with a fervor that surprised even her.
His asshole was hot and fluid around her gouging finger, and she could feel the inner pump action that hinted he was about to squirt a flow of jizz again.
“Uuuummm-Yuuummm-Cuummmm on,” she encouraged him to unleash a fresh torrent of jizz in her mouth. She nibbled and gnawed and sucked crazily on his cock, twisting her active mouth on his trembling sex organ.
Skip obliged, a hand finding her long, red hair, fingers snatching a handful, and Kitty wished his hand was clutching at her crotch, his fingers digging and scooping into her streaming fuck-orifice. To compensate, she made her masturbating hand fly in her gaping twat to propel her into her best orgasm so far in the night.