Learning to Sin

Author's Note: This story is about the forceful seduction of an eighteen-year-old virgin man by a much older woman. It contains a moment of dubious consent as well as themes of corruption, risky sex, unprotected creampies, and a happy ending. It's not for everyone, so if those things don't sound like fun, then by all means read someone else's story.

When the doorbell rang, Pamela was only just getting out of the shower and wearing little more than a pair of towels. One was wrapped around her dark hair, and the other around her thick body. Normally, she would have ignored it, but a quick glance at the monitor showed that it was one of those Mormon missionaries at her door, the kind that wore suits and ties and rode their bicycles everywhere they went.

That made her smile. She never understood why they did that, but she found it so backwards and endearing for some reason.

It was like the cultural relic of a bygone era, and for a moment, she was overwhelmed with the urge to open the door and flash the young man. A quick glimpse at her ample breast would probably do someone like that a world of good, and the idea of giving him an eyeful before she got out the hairdryer and got on with her day strongly appealed to her mischievous nature.

She would have done just that if she hadn't noticed how handsome the young man was. At thirty-eight, clean cut had never been her type, but she'd been known to make an exception every now and then for a nice tan and good cheekbones.

As she studied him, the thoughts that flashed through her perverted brain only became lewder and lewder. I'll bet he's a virgin too, she told herself, studying his features as he nervously stood there. Not many of those around these days. Maybe I should help him out with that.

In that moment, she changed her mind, and not just about her weekend plans either. She'd been planning to have a nice, lazy day, but this would be more fun.

She didn't want to give this young missionary the shock of his life anymore; she wanted to taste him and pop his cherry. If he were eighteen, of course. He looked so young that it was impossible to be sure. They have to be, though, don't they? To be a missionary? she asked herself. Pamela made a mental note to remind herself to check that before she jumped his bones.

The last thing she wanted was to end up on one of those To Catch a Predator Shows; there was enough legal dick in this world that she'd never felt the urge to poach from high schools, but still, something about innocent young college boys always struck a chord in her, and she wanted them in the worst way.

So instead of approaching the door as a nudist, she put on her best nervous housewife face even though she hadn't been married in a long, long time, and cracked the door while she covered herself as modestly as possible, and said, "Yes? Is there something I can help you with?"

The young man flushed immediately as his eyes were drawn straight to the small amount of cleavage she'd left on display for him. He was frozen there for a moment that was just long enough for her to have a hard time suppressing the wicked smile his reaction inspired, but he recovered quickly and turned away as he said, "I uhmmm... It's nothing, if you're in the middle of something, I can come back another day..."

He started to turn then, to leave, but she wasn't going to let her prey go that easily, and reached out, grabbing him by the shoulder. That made her towel dip a little further, showing off her breasts a bit more as she said, "No, it's fine, you can just come in and wait on the couch until I get dressed. I'm really interested in what you have to say."

That was enough to make the young missionary turn, and he immediately noticed her impending wardrobe malfunction. This time, though, whether it was because it was too obvious or because of what she said, he met her gaze immediately and said, "It wouldn't be appropriate for me to enter the house of a naked woman, but I will happily wait out here until you're decent if you really do want to hear the good word."

This might be harder than I thought, Pamela said to herself as she smiled and nodded.

"That's fine," she said, releasing him and closing the door after she assured him that she wouldn't be long. She might have said it was fine, but really, playing hard to get just made her want him more, and as she lost her towel on the way to her bedroom, she noted without surprise that her large nipples were already hard and eager for attention.

Over the next ten minutes, Pamela didn't masturbate, but she didn't exactly get dressed either. She spent most of that time getting her hair presentable and putting on a little makeup. At her age, a little went a long way. Once she was looking her best, she slipped on a white satin robe, and then a coral terrycloth robe over it.

As a combination, it wasn't particularly sexy, but it did make it look like she was wearing something proper, and mostly covered her curvaceous figure from neck to ankle. That was an illusion, of course. While she was covered, it wouldn't take much to become completely naked once more. The only thing that was stopping that was her outer sash; if she let that slip a little, her DD38 cleavage would start to re-emerge, and if she let it loose completely, she'd be half naked in an instant.

Jannet didn't want that, though. Instead, she made every effort to appear chaste and demure as she opened the door and invited the young man into her home. Even covered, he was still nervous, but he seemed to be too eager to proselytize to resist.

While he moved to the couch and got his Bibles out, she went to the kitchen and got both of them some ice-cold lemonade. Then, she wasted the next half hour of her life listening to his religious sales pitch while she sat across from him and feigned interest.

As these things went, it wasn't bad. The pamphlets were probably the worst part, but he was easy enough to look at, at least. He was young and handsome, and she could tell that he had a great body under that collared shirt. His voice was nice too, but that was ruined as often as not by the meek tone he got when he was flustered.

Caleb, which is what his name turned out to be, was easily flustered, as it turned out. A pleasant compliment, or a hint of cleavage, and he blushed noticeably. Still, as much fun as that was, Pamela didn't make her intentions too obvious, at least at first. She wanted him comfortable for what came next, just not so comfortable that his youthful hardon ever quite went away. She couldn't stare at it without making things hopelessly awkward, of course, but she made sure that whenever it began to shrink, she did something to spur it to rise to the occasion.

That was always easier when he brought up sin. She lingered on that topic every chance she could get, because it was near and dear to her heart. "So it counts as a sin if you merely want something?" she asked naively. "Not if you do it? Like, what if I really want to have sex with a cute guy, but I'm not married to him? Even if I don't have sex with him, or masturbate to fantasies of having sex with him, I've still sinned?"

Sex. Masturbate. Those words hit the innocent young man like sledgehammer blows, and she let her robe slip to show a little more cleavage. She didn't miss the way his eyes shot down to study it ever so briefly.

"I-it does," he stammered. "But the Lord understands. We're all sinners. So if you--"

"Well, that hardly seems fair," she complained, leaning forward to improve his angle. "If showing restraint counts as a sin, then we, I mean, I should just do it anyway, right?"

Caleb tried to explain how she was looking at it wrong and how restraint was important, but she wouldn't let go of the point, since it seemed to be the quickest road to get what she wanted. Still, she refrained from overtly flirting with him until he came to sit next to her to show her some specific passage in his bible that he thought would make her understand.

Then she made sure to sit close enough to him that her left breast and thigh pressed hard against him, and when he gave her the book to read, she put it in her lap so that he had to stare right past her steadily expanding cleavage as she read the section out loud and asked questions.

Based upon the way his pants were tenting in that moment, Pamela probably could have made her move then, but she waited. It wasn't a sure thing yet, and she didn't want to let him slip away. Instead, she let him win, and when he put his book away and reached for his glass of lemonade as he started to explain how he should probably get going, she accidentally bumped into him, spilling the drink and soaking them both completely.

For a few seconds, they were both all apologies. "I really should go," Caleb said, rising again despite the fact that his pants were so wet she could see every last detail in the outline of his dick.

"Not like this," she said, clinging to him, enough to let her robe fall open to a scandalous degree. "What would people say. You take a quick shower, and I'll wash your clothes, and then you can go. I've got a good dryer, it won't take any time at all."

That was a fine plan, of course, it was just enough of a fig leaf to convince his lust-soaked brain that getting undressed in a stranger's house was a good idea. Of course, he never made it to the shower.

She merely waited until he was undressed enough to pass his clothes out of the cracked bathroom door with a word of thanks, and then she forced her way inside, catching him completely by surprise. "Ms... Pamela... I'm not decent," Caleb said as he retreated, and she pressed her body against him.

She wasn't either, of course, and over the course of those two steps, her robe opened completely. By the time she was crushing him against the wall, there was nothing to separate their warm skin, and when he opened up his mouth to protest that, she silenced him with a kiss and shoved her tongue in his mouth.

Even after that, he still resisted, but weakly. He tried pushing her away, but when one of his strong hands landed on her breast instead of her shoulder, his touch lingered, and his strength left him.

He knows he shouldn't give in to temptation, her mind whispered, but knowing and doing are two different things.

After that, he gave in, an inch at a time, "We shouldn't be doing this..." he whispered at one point when they both came up for air, but that wasn't enough to stop his mouth from moving to her nipple next.

Shouldn't and wouldn't, of course, were too entirely different things, and she moaned theatrically and arched her back to force more of her breasts into his face; he sucked even more greedily. She might have ambushed him, but as he pushed her back away from the wall and against the counter, he crossed the line to participant.

"Mmmmhhh... Caleb..." she sighed. "Touch me... Touch me everywhere..."

He probably thinks that we can stop this before we go too far, she told herself, but that wasn't going to happen. She had a very handsome, very naked young man alone in her house, and she wasn't letting him slip away until she'd plucked the flower of his virginity and cum on his cock at least once or twice.

While his mouth went back and forth between her breasts and her mouth, Caleb's hands went everywhere else. After a little coaxing, he even began to clumsily explore her soaking slit. "Mmmmh... harder," she encouraged him, panting in his ear as she rubbed and stroked his leaking dick. It was slender and circumcised, and she could tell that all he wanted was to blow his load as he humped against her, but she didn't let that happen. "Add another finger. Make me cum..."

While he did add another finger to her pussy, making her feel stretched and full, the hesitancy of his movements was as much a turn-off as his experience was a turn on, and his lack of rhythm, well, she'd never get off this way. Instead of trying, he pushed him back toward the living room, and her little virgin didn't put up much resistance. As long as his cock was in her hand, he was as biddable as a puppy.

She intended to do what came next on the couch, but when they tripped in a tangle of limbs, the two of them ended up making out on the living room floor next to the coffee table. Kissing and touching only lasted a little longer, though, then, as Pamela shed her clothes, she flipped over and smothered his face with her hairy pussy.

He seemed hesitant, and his motions indicated he was more interested in trying to fingerfuck her again instead of licking her slit or suck on her clit, so she urged him on. "Go on, taste me... make me cum..."

To start with, Caleb's efforts were just as slow and clumsy as his fingers had been, but Pamela wasn't about to accept that, and even as she moaned, she smothered him, marking his face with her juices. If he wants to breathe, he can put in some effort, she told herself.

Meanwhile, she had just the opposite problem as she focused on his dick. All she wanted to do was engulf it. She wanted to devour it down to the root and suck it dry while she played with his balls. The problem was that if she did that, he'd cum in no time flat. It was obvious.

Caleb's virgin cock was twitching like crazy, and it was leaking precum constantly. Even as careful as she was being, he wasn't going to last long. Still, she was determined to cum before she let him, so she toyed with him, licking up salty translucent streaks as she whispered about how hard he was, and how well he was doing. Any of her more serious fuck buddies would have forced her head down until she choked on their cok already, but then, in fairness, they would have already made her cum more than once; it wasn't exactly brain surgery down there. Pamela had a slutty pussy that loved nothing more than to be used.

Eventually, her lovers figured that out. The longer he spent getting acquainted with her leaking hole, the bolder he became, and soon he was tongue fucking her while he rubbed her clit with one of his hands. If he'd watched any porn, he would have known that sucking her clit while he finger fucked her pussy would have worked even better, but she wanted his inexperience, so she didn't complain.

Instead, she moaned with ever-increasing volume as he approached her finish line. "Gahhh... Right there..." she gasped, sucking in her breath as the tingling in her pussy began to radiate through her body in the foreshock of her first orgasm of the day. "Right fucking there. Oh God... Oh God... Yess... Yesss!"

Even as her body stiffened, she wondered if she should be taking the lord's name in vain instead of such a devout young man. It was hard to care too much about that, though, as her body coursed with a thousand watts of heavenly pleasure. She shuddered and shivered, drowning her lover in her juices as her body spasmed.

That lasted for several seconds, but he never stopped sucking, and by the time she was done cumming, she could already feel another orgasm distantly approaching. Pamela considered waiting for that one, too, but all it took was one look at the dick in her face to find a new target for her greed. Instead of tormenting her lover, she decided that he was going to get to cum in a woman for the first time, and she inhaled his cock, deepthroating it in a single motion.

"Oh... Ohh... Fuuuuu..." he gasped, as she did so. Pamela was pretty sure he'd been about to embarrass himself by yelling fudge instead of fuck, but fortunately, she'd never know.

There was no point in taking it slow. Not after everything she'd put him through with her teasing op until now. Caleb popped his cork almost as soon as the tip of his dick bumped into the back of her throat, and she felt several squirts of virgin cum fill her mouth before she swallowed them away, only a little disappointed that virgin dick didn't taste any different than non-virgin dick.

Even after he stopped cumming, though, she didn't stop sucking. She swirled and teased. At first, that was just to clean his dick, but after that, it was to make him rock hard again; he needed to be rock hard for what came next. Fortunately, at his age, that wasn't hard to do.

"I... We, we should stop," he whimpered, still humping her face. She let that continue for a little bit longer, enjoying the way being overstimulated made his limbs jerk and spasm.

"No," she whispered. "We can't stop now. Not when I still have so many things to show you."

She'd enjoyed his awkward attempts at licking her pussy, but now that she'd tasted her lover's cum, her body ached to feel him inside of her. He wasn't getting away until he'd given her a real orgasm.

"But, but premarital sex is a sin," he protested as she peeled herself off of him. "This was bad enough but... ohh... oh darn..."

As Caleb spoke, she moved, and before he'd even finished his statement, she'd impaled her leaking pussy on his spit-slick dick. He hadn't actually tried to fight her before, but now that he was inside her, he didn't even protest. He just lay there on the carpet as her hips settled on his, and even when his dick stopped twitching, the only sign of life besides moaning softly with every motion was to move his hands to her hips and grip them tightly.

"This is a woman's pussy," she said in the same slightly patronizing tone that he'd used earlier when explaining sin and salvation to her. "And it's for more than just procreation. This is where real pleasure comes from, and you're not leaving this house until you pleasure me properly, young man."

"But I thought you said... unnhhh," he started before she interrupted him by contracting her pelvic floor and squeezing his dick as she rocked forward slightly, overwhelming him with slick bolts of pleasure.

"That was just from your tongue," she clarified. "Real pleasure comes from a much deeper place, and you're going to give it to me no matter how many tries it takes."

Caleb didn't answer, not with words. He did eventually give her a resigned nod, though.

"Not good enough, lover," she whispered, as she left a trail of kisses on his chest and neck. "Tell me you want it. Tell me you need it, or I'll leave you just like this and go play with one of my toys instead." She bore down on his dick a second time, then, squeezing him hard as a sort of exclamation point to her seductive words.

He lay there for a moment before dodging her point by saying, "You wouldn't do that. You want a real co.. penis, not a piece of plastic. I can tell."

"Can you?" she asked, raising up slightly so that she was halfway off his dick and her sagging breasts were hanging hypnotically in his face. "Then maybe I should show you how hard I cum on a fresh set of batteries..."

"I-don't do that," he said, moving one hand to her hip. "We've already sinned, right, we might as well enjoy it..."

She looked at him seductively and then bent forward to kiss him, but it was a ruse. As soon as he released his grip, she stood up and moved to the couch. She'd already seduced him, and now she wanted to play hard to get.

Caleb looked at her in shock from where she lay on the floor, but she didn't say anything right away. Instead, she leaned back, spread her meaty thighs, and mauled one of her breasts with her left hand while she spread her lips with her right, showing her lover her pink, wet hole.

"What's a matter, lover?" she asked as breathily as she could. "You just going to let me get away?" She let the tension hang between them, then she moved her hand to her clit and started to rub it in small circles, moaning softly while she enjoyed the look of indecision on his face. "Come to think of it, masturbation is a sin too, right? You'd better save me before it's too late."

The idea of saving her made something on his face snap then. She could see it. His eyes had already been filled with lust at her little show, but there was something animalistic to them now, and he was up like a shot and moving toward her with a purpose then.