Sweaty Crotch Woman
Copyright© 2026 by Peter Emrick
Chapter 4
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 4 - 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
It was far in the night and they were together in the camper bunk. Kitty awakened quickly, as soon as Skip turned toward her and put his hand on her belly, pushed her onto her back. “What do you want, Skip honey?”
“I want it,” he whispered urgently.
Kitty groped for his groin and her fingers closed on his immense, rigid prick. “Yes, I guess you do. Well, okay. Crawl up over me and get between my legs. We’ll fuck with you on top, belly to belly.”
The pickup rocked slightly as they shifted into position. “Wait a second and let me put your prick in my pussy; then you and I will have us a dark-of-the-night fuck-romp.”
His avid cock-thrusting at her caused her to grunt as he popped the head of his prick inside her vagina, stretching the inner and outer lips of her vulva out of shape. “God, your prick is big tonight, Honey. Go ahead slowly and shove it in me.”
She winced as he hunched demandingly, driving into her, far and deep with harsh lungings. “It’s going; fuck it to me, Baby.”
Kitty Marman, the tall redhead, said to herself as she drew her knees far up and spread her thighs wide, “You have bitten off one helluva summer. This kid, when he gets his confidence, may just fuck you senseless.” She frowned in the dark as she embraced his shoulders, rocking her bottom up to his punching prick. She wondered whether she would be able to exercise any control over him.
Her pussy now was wetly sneaking his pumping prick as he set to thudding it to her with long, rapid strokes, his heavy, stony balls bounding rhythmically against her still hot, tortured asshole.
As the British or somebody might say, he’s a randy young stud, Kitty mused, curling a calf of one leg over his humping buttocks as he drove his cock into her, the fat knob scraping delectably against her cervix each time he rammed his cock home.
“Give it to me, Honey, and make me cum and you cum and we’ll have our first, conventional screw,” she breathed into his hair. Her plump, firm tits were coming alive as the rutting youngster rutted over her, his chest rubbing the fabulous globes of woman-flesh. “Oh, God, fuck me, Skip Petersen!”
She drew her other foot up, the heel touching the pulpy cheek of her ass, and she hurled her snatch at his plundering prick. “Yes! Give it to me! Shove-ram-bang your cock up my twat-I’m gonna cuuuum, Honey!”
He snorted and rutted furiously as he reamed out her snatch with his huge sex instrument. His balls were soppy from their joint secretion, and her crack was wet, hot, and sticky. He may be just a kid, Kitty thought dreamily, but he sure knows how to fuck a gal. She smiled as she thought how wonderful it would be if she could watch herself getting screwed. Yes, it would be exciting, watching the rambunctious kid fuckinganyone! That’s an idea, she pouted, the thought rousing her passion again, and she fucked him back furiously.
“Aaaarrrggghhhhh! Oh, Jesus Christ! I’m cummmming hard!” Kitty squalled in the opaque darkness of the camper as Skip increased his efforts, goaded on by her orgasm and plaintive screams. “Pour the prick to me! NOOOOO! I mean shaft in all the way and let my pussy churn and cum on your big fuckin’ tool!”
For several plunges, he ignored her, then with a violent snort, he crammed his cock to the balls in her hairy trough, and his prick began blasting away, the massive knob buried in her trembling twat.
As their joint orgasm ebbed, Kitty wondered whether this was an appropriate time to coax the kid into going down on her and eating out her jizz-primed pussy. It would be heavenly, a fitting climax to her climax if she could get his face between her thighs, his tongue scooping out his own cum.
She cradled him lovingly in her arms, holding his chest against her throbbing boobies, rocking from side to side with him as his cock soaked in her, the flow of jizz ebbing in her vacuuming pussy.
She waited, alertly, for him to want out of her fleshy saddle. When he eased back, she said coaxingly, “Skip, why don’t you turn around on top of me, and I’ll suck off your cock? I’d like for you to use your fingers and open up my gash and kiss and lick and suck my hot pussy. Will you do that for me, Honey?”
Without a word, he squirreled around under the covers, and she immediately gobbled in his sticky, swollen prick and used a hand to compel his face into her hair-fringed trench.
He looped his arms around her long, tapering thighs, and his fingers dug at her tender, pink slash, spreading apart the outer lips and exposing the inner petals.
“Suck my pussy good and stick your tongue in it,” Kitty begged, taking the head of his cock past her tonsil area, her tongue working.
A pang of enthrallment danced through her loins, and her asshole clenched, bottom jerked as Skip dipped his tongue into her oozing fuckhole where his pecker had been pumping a few moments earlier. His sucking became noisy slurpings, thrilling Kitty, and she smacked her lips just as loudly, lewdly around his tasty cock-meat.
As her orgasm developed, her feet rose until her legs were Veed straight up in the air, lifting the covers, and she could smell the sweet, warm fragrance of sex-hot pussy that had been thoroughly cock-poked. This, and the savory taste of prick, roused her to a kind of madness, and she wished she could think of all the depraved, lecherous ways there were in the world to make love.
In an enchanting daze, she wished she had a strap-on dildo from the camp trailer. She didn’t know just how she would employ it—maybe harness it on and use it to cornhole the boy who was loudly sneaking out her red-hot cunt.
After breakfast the next morning, while Skip hunkered with the fishing rod at the water’s edge, Kitty did up the dishes and secured things in the camper. Then, with nervous fingers, she dressed, took his pants to him.
She peeked over his shoulder and watched, with satisfaction and erotic humor, as he examined his abnormally puffy prick. “Here,” she said, dropping his pants beside him.
“You got dressed,” Skip said, as if astonished that she wasn’t naked, having grown accustomed to seeing the tall, shapely redhead prancing about naked.
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