Sweaty Crotch Woman
Copyright© 2026 by Peter Emrick
Chapter 7
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 7 - 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
About mid-morning the next day, Kitty was having coffee with Bea at the kitchen table. Berniece was clearly tense and anxious. Kitty thought she might be feeling remorseful about her lascivious romping with Skip. But it was Stephanie’s presence that was bothering her.
“Steve, honey, why don’t you wander over to the lake and go swimming or rent a boat or something?”
“Sure, the lithe young girl with gently waved dark hair said, “so you two can talk. I can take a hint.”
As soon as the front screen door slammed, Bea asked quickly, no shade of embarrassment in her lively face, “where is that marvelous Skip this morning?”
Kitty puckered her lips, made a little kissing sound as she sucked on them. “Well, his thing was so tender this morning, I suggested the poor boy get out a fishing rod and try the stream.”
“Shucks-dammit!” Berniece said, plainly disappointed and irritated. “Oh, I sympathize; probably my old, tight pussy was dry and made his pecker sore. But, golly, honey, we could have played with him, you know, been real tender with him, suck his pecker and that wouldn’t hurt him.”
“Lordy, Bea-where did you get ‘Bea?’ That doesn’t go with Berniece,” Kitty laughed.
My mother was sort of dumb and didn’t know that and started calling me “Bea’ when I was a little girl and it stuck. But,” she persisted in her original thought, “we could be real gentle with Skip and could have had a ball-licking his balls-and going down on his wonderful cock.”
“You sure did a flip-flop in your thinking about making it with a kid,” Kitty chided her.
“Shit! Forgive me, Kit! I was just stunned, at first, that’s all. But watching you suck him down by the trailer and having his sock his cock to my mouth, then up my hard-up twat, I came around. I came around so much I’m craving a jump in the sack with a young cockster right now,” Berniece sighed, forelornly.
Kitty smiled smugly, watching the older woman who had looked so exquisite, while her body contrasted with the black satin sheet, dip a hand into the top of the sunsuit to squeeze and maul a firm, rubbery boobie. “I have a little confession to make, Bea. I don’t know why I told the fib in the first place. But Skip isn’t my husband—we aren’t married. Just traveling together and fucking and sucking cock and cunt whenever the urge strikes us.”
“You-aren’t-married? God! I’m stunned again! But I think that’s terrific,” Berniece grinned, her pale grey eyes glittering.
“I’ll bet,” Kitty said slowly, “I could get Skip to scout around McCall and fetch us some young boys.”
“Risky, isn’t it? If they should talk?” Berniece puzzled, lifting a tittie out of the sunsuit, holding it up and sucking tenderly.
“Not if I tell him to make sure they aren’t permanent residents. If they are on vacation or a summer outing, they’d be gone and who would ever know?” Kitty reasoned.
“OOOOOOHHHHH, I don’t know,” Berniece sighed in a tone of misery. “But I do know I was so looking forward to having Skip screw me again. And I need it so badly.”
Kitty patted her hand, ran fingertips over the underside of Bea’s exposed breast. “If you need it so much, come down to the trailer and I’ll fuck you with my dildo.”
Bea’s eyes squinted at her shrewdly. “I don’t know. Is it any good? I’ve heard about ‘em; seen ‘em. Never used one. Satisfaction guaranteed?”
“Yep!” Kitty chuckled, excitement putting a pretty pink glow in her smooth cheeks.
“Weeeeeelllll, let’s go,” Berniece said, dropping her elongated cone back inside her sunsuit. “I’ll try anything once—especially when I’m this hard-up for cock and fucking.”
Stephanie had lingered deliberately in the house that morning, wanting her grandmother to run her out so her absence wouldn’t be questioned later. She had seen Skip stroll away with the fishing rod—and that enormous bulge that stretched the buttons of his pants. And she thought it wouldn’t be difficult to find him and maybe...
And when she spotted him sitting in the cool shade, on the cool grass beside a quiet pool, she decided to play it as bold as she could imagine. First, she removed the little beach coat she was wearing so he could see all the skin the bikini failed to cover and could guess about the little dabs, here and there, that it did conceal. The way he was sitting Indian-fashion, his basket of stuff was just as prominent as when he was standing.
“Hi,” she said from a little distance, smiling. “I saw you yesterday afternoon,” she said without stalling around. When he didn’t respond, she became starkly explicit. “I was on the back porch looking in the bedroom window the whole time. I saw you naked and my grandmother naked on the bed on the black sheet. The whole thing.”
She laughed delightedly when Skip blushed, looked away.
“Exciting,” she continued, angry at herself for being so stupid and stumbling. “Verrrrry naughty,” wishing she wasn’t so confoundedly naive. “You must have a pretty big thing to make Bea howl like that.”
She blushed from the bulging crowns of her young boobies that pooched out of the flimsy, narrow cups of her skimpy halter to the roots of her dark hair. “Show me!” she blurted. “Show me your thing!”
He shook his head, scowling darkly.
“Scaredy,” she chided him, standing on her knees beside him. “I tell you what, I’ll let you look at my breasts if you’ll show me your penis?”
His brain seemed to swim. He was accustomed to boldness and raunchy sexy with Kit and even Bea—but in the presence of this brash teenage girl, he was the typical tongue-tied teenager.
“Well?” Steve challenged, reaching behind her, fingers hesitating on the knot that held the bikini bra over her hot, blushing, bulging young boobies.
“You go first,” he dared her, a pulse beat starting to pound in his truly tender phallus.
She frowned at him with disdain, then dropped away the bra. “You!”
He ogled her jutting breasts that rose and fell tremulously with her excited breathing. “Well, show me yours,” she said lamely, eyes glued to the immense bulge in the crotch of his pants. “Show me!” she demanded, “you’re gawking at my breasts.”
“You sure?” Skip pondered, licking his lips, gaze focused on the very tiny berries that adorned the cones of her twin wonders. “Yes! I’m sure,” Steve blurted. Skip turned sly. “Well, if you want to look at it, I guess you’ll have to unbutton my pants and do the looking.”
“Darn you,” Steve flared, picking up her bra sulkily, holding it over her firm titties. But her fascination with his sex appendages was too strong in her. She flipped away the halter and reached toward his lap. “Now, you mean what you said?”
Skip nodded, even scooted around to face her more squarely.
The buttons popped open with the least fumbling of her fingers, and she spread the flaps of his fly. “Golly,” she breathed, staring at the topside crown of his cock, still not seeing the corona, no part of the tingling tender head.
She stared at it for a couple of minutes, then became exasperated. “Darn, I can’t see it, Skip!”
Slowly, a brazen boldness built in the boy. “Well, put in a hand and take it out.”
“Blast you,” she breathed, oblivious to the bare breasts that bobbed gently as she breathed. Then, daringly, she fumbled a hand into his clothes, groped clumsily, got her fingers around his hot meat, and flopped out his blood-engorged cock. “Wow! Whoeeeeeee!” she said, her voice a gentle hiss of astonishment. “And you had that in Grandma!”
She covered the enormous knob with her bowled hand, rubbed it wonderingly. “So big-and hot-and long-and thick,” she murmured.
“Won’t you push your jeans down—so I can see more—all of you?” Stephanie said, a mock wheedling tone in her soft voice. And her dark eyes glittered as Skip complied, shuffling his pants down around his ankles and leaning toward her and back, opening his legs.
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