The Simpsons

Just to be clear -- everyone in this story is over the age of consent.

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"Do you think about sex a lot?"

Cassie and her friend were taking a break from study. She was a vivacious twenty-year old. Blonde with a plain face, she had been blessed with a killer body and double-F tits. As a result, she'd had her choice of boyfriends and had selected a rather smart boy who was destined to have a well-paid career.

"No. Of course not," replied her friend, Rose Simpson.

Both knew that was a total lie. Rose was small, dark-haired and very pretty. Both young women had confessed many times to each other about their masturbation habits. They were virgins but not for much longer. That only increased their pondering about sex and curiosity for what they would experience once married.

"I just want this to be over," groaned Cassie. "Three months till we graduate. Then a wedding and finally I can have a husband."

"And finally have sex," said Rose.

The two young women were part of a small religious community. Although open to the world, and hence they were expected to complete university studies, some very old-fashioned beliefs prevailed. By tradition, each had chosen a boyfriend and, after graduation, they would marry. The women of their community could expect sex with only one man, ever. And even before marriage any sex play was strictly forbidden - with warnings of terrible consequences if they ever made such a mistake. As a result, these two had experienced nothing more than some kissing and little groping while full-dressed.

"I am hanging out for that, too," moaned Cassie. "I wish my man would want to touch me. Just for some relief. So I know what to expect."

"Joshua only lets me touch his thing through his pants."

"I would not dare ask my Isaac to play with my boobs. What if he disowned me?"

After a little exposure to the wider world, both young women had explored on-line porn. They were confident about what to expect in terms of the mechanics of sex with their future husbands. It was more than the "how to" of fucking that concerned them. They'd agreed previously that they were desperate -- and afraid -- to touch a live cock.

"I am sooo horny," Cassie confessed. "I will have sex every day once we're married."

"Yes, me too," explained Rose. "But some of the older women say its painful."

"I don't believe them. But I've heard that most wives don't enjoy sex with their husbands."

"We are married so long," sighed Rose. "I want sex to be good. But first we have to wait."

"Maybe marry Mr Richards. I bet he's got a nice thing."

"Don't be crazy," scoffed Rose.

Mr Richards was a recent arrival to their small, tight community. As an outsider, he was subject to much speculation and rumour-making. In their small circles, wild stories circulated fast. That he was a sinner seemed certain. Stories of drug running and bank robbing had been only the start. But he was a very handsome man. All the young women agreed that he surely was a philanderer and had slept with many women before entering their conservative community. For some that made Mr Richards dangerous - and desirable.

"Maybe your mum? Mr Richards would be a good fit for you mum so she can marry again."

"Don't be crazy."

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As it happened, Rose's mother already had Mr Richards on her mind. And she also was thinking about her own need for maximum sexual pleasure.

Veronica Simpson was a single mother in her early forties. Her husband had left her some years earlier -- and been ostracised from the tight religious group as a result. Veronica had chosen to move on as a single mother. The traditions of the community meant there were no eligible men available for her -- everyone paired up during university so the males were all taken.

Not that she was less than desirable. She was small and dark-haired. Pretty with a small mouth and occasionally mistaken as an older sister to her daughter. She'd kept her figure after giving birth to only one child. Lean but curvy, her bottom was her best asset but she was proud of her B-cup breasts that had remained firm and pert.

Despite the conservative mores of the community, Veronica had managed to amass special power and influence. Even the men had to listen to her. Though she had no chance of fixing the one real problem she saw -- that most of the women were condemned to lives of boring (or worse) sex. She'd been horny as a teenager. Her husband had never managed to satisfy her. Masturbation was considered inappropriate at her age but she regularly pleasured herself. Thanks to the younger ones she had discovered on-line porn. Her most secret possession was a rechargeable vibrator. Yet even that never delivered the kind of pleasure she'd dreamed of.

Still, no-one would question if she chose to visit Mr Richards. Perhaps to encourage him again to attend church more regularly. Or simply to check on his well-being as an outsider.

Veronica was like all the other women and found him very attractive indeed. He was always well-tanned and his body showed the result of years of physical labour. The young women would have fought over him if given the chance. And he had a gentle personality so that Veronica enjoyed his company.

She knew his personal history. Some of the less wild speculation was true -- Greg Richards had been a terrible sinner who had fornicated with scores of women. He'd been reluctant to divulge all the details but Veronica, as a church leader, had convinced him to unburden himself of some of the truth. She'd had to pretend to be shocked by his list of sordid and unnatural acts.

The well-respected Mrs Simpson had resisted the obvious temptation. While trying to ignore her attraction to Mr Richards she did, however, undertake some on-line research. She had to admit that some of the acts he had mentioned were disgusting and, yet, many of them fired her own lust. She'd started masturbating more than was "proper" even for a single woman.

Most of all, she was forced to confront the truth that so many of her fellow women members had hinted at bad -- or plain unsatisfying -- sex lives with their husbands. And that her own, somewhat short, married life had been the same. There was no stopping the growing thought that she, as a good woman and dutiful mother, deserved to experience true sexual joy. The church culture was against it but, in her heart and her body, Veronica had become convinced that it was foolish to deny herself what god had made possible.

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"Mr Richards. I have something to ask you. Something I want to trust you with."

Veronica Simpson was sitting in the loungeroom of the handsome man and barely managing to hide her desires. He was only few years older but of course was much more worldly and experienced - in almost every way.

"Please... call me Greg," he said softly - for the umpteenth time.

"In your former life... before you joined our church... do people talk a lot about sex?"

"Goodness. What a question, Mrs Simpson. Ummm... well those people are not like us, you see...

"Yes... Greg. Well... umm... there is a problem in our community. That is... a problem our women endure..."

Greg Richards had no idea where this was going and could only wait patiently. He did not mind as he'd come to really like Mrs Simpson for her kindness to him. And the fact she was the kind of sexy woman he'd have pursued in his former life.

"It's the husbands..." she finally blurted out. "The men do not give their wives real satisfaction in the bedroom."

Greg was a little stunned by the sudden revelation. And at a loss as to where it would lead. Veronica clearly felt strongly about the topic. There was even a hint of a tear in one eye. He waited patiently for more.

"We marry for love, of course. And we expect to share our bodies with our husbands. But in our teachings the man is not expected to take care of us. Not in that way." And then she added for good measure, "I am sure most of our men have no idea of what to do."

"Yes... ummm... I can see why you said this was a secret."

"That's not the secret. Not really." There came the longest pause. "But you know what to do in bed. I mean... you've had experience with so many women."

"Soooo... you're thinking I should help the guys be better?"

Veronica knew her heart was pounding. Despite her sexual inexperience, she was well aware that she was totally on heat. Being in Greg's presence usually had that effect. There was so much risk in the next step of her plan. Not to mention that she'd been wrestling with the sins of lust and envy.

"I... I was hoping... you might... teach me?"

Greg Richards could hardly believe his ears. Suddenly he was acutely aware of the risks posed by Mrs Simpson's visit. And of how much he'd missed his old life of sordid fucking. When he'd joined this small religious community he had totally sworn off alcohol and drugs. Sex, however, had not been on the list. His problem was that it had been several years since he'd had a real chance. And now his cock was stirring in the presence of the very attractive Mrs Simpson. He changed seats to move closer.

"What do you have in mind?"

"Oh, come off it, Mr Richards," she replied, trying to control her breathing. "You know that women swoon for you. But I need to know I can trust you completely."

"You are wonderful woman. And I'd be honoured to show you more. If that's what you want. Remember you can easily have me cast out any time you want."

"No... no. I'd never..."

Now that he was so close she could feel the throbbing in her pussy. And the sound of her heart beat was almost deafening.

"Please, Mr Richards... its so sinful. I shouldn't ask you. But just this one time. Just once... I need to know."

"You are so pretty. I want to repay everything you've done for me."

"I want this so bad," she whispered. "But I feel like I am practically a virgin."

Greg was possibly as horny as Mrs Simpson at that point. And to hell with the risk. He knew women well enough to know that she was gagging for play. And if she was so inexperienced? It would be his pleasure to teach her. Rather than allow her time to change her mind, he leaned over and kissed her mouth.

"Mmff... I guess this means you agree?" she asked with a nervous giggle.

Already she knew one thing -- this man was a wonderful kisser. It was true she didn't have much to judge him against. But his lips were warm and so very erotic as he pressed against hers. Veronica did not pause to open her mouth as he pushed his tongue against her. It was most amazing to surrender like this to a handsome, muscled man. And when he pulled off his t-shirt she could barely contain her gasp at the sight of his powerful chest, covered with thick black hair. He was as manly as she'd hoped. And Greg knew he was stoking her arousal higher when he gently guided her hands to him so that Veronica could in her fingers through that thick mat of hair.

"Oh, fuck... I know this is wrong," she breathed.

"Don't call it sin. Mrs Simpson. Its natural that you are curious."

"Yes, yes... that's it... curious. I want to know everything."

"This is a very good start," he murmured to her.

"Please... please show me."

Softly, he took her hands from his hairy chest and moved them down -- over his torso to his crotch. Then tension in her body was obvious. Was she horny or frightened? Greg knew this was the time to find out.

"Go on," he murmured to her. "I know you know how to do this."

Veronica felt like this was an out of body experience. She'd always assumed that she'd only ever experience one penis. And this man was not her husband. She still remembered the old warnings of calumny from wicked pleasures. But her shaking hands quickly opened his jeans and, with his help, lowered his pants.

His thing sprang into the open - a beautiful, hard penis. Veronica thought it beautiful. It was as big as she'd tried to imagine. The circumcised head was splendidly shaped. The thick veins gave it the look of power. And she noted the delightful curve along his length. She'd admired the men in porn but her second "live" specimen was more than enough to obliterate her fears of sin. There was no way she could stop her small hand closing around such a wondrous object.

"Is this right"? she asked she began slowly to stroke his length.

Greg was gentle in adjusting her technique. She was keen to please and happy to learn the bast way to handle a hard cock.

"I told you I'm almost a virgin."

"You have a lovely touch," he moaned.

Veronica had not counted on the time since Greg had had a woman touching his cock. But she happily let him guide her, his hand over hers, as she learned the right place to touch and the best pressure for his pleasure.

"That's perfect," he groaned.

She was relieved at his praise, fearful that her clumsiness would spoil the moment. Veronica had no idea that she craved a hard cock as much as her daughter. The hot hardness in her hand felt like the most wonderful thing. But she startled when he took her other hand and moved it lower down.

"Play with my balls," he suggested in that same soft voice.

"But... I don't... won't it hurt?..."

"We'll be gentle," he smiled and softly brought her hand up to cup his hairy sack.

"Like this?" she asked with a worry, only to be met by a drunken smile.

Like all women in her religious community, Veronica had always been warned that a man's balls were the most precious and sensitive part of his body. Only the greatest care should be taken and it was best not to touch them at all. She was thrilled by his trust in her.

"Is it OK? Ooh, I can really feel your balls in there. I've never done this before."

"You're doing fine. See, my cock is leaking now."

Veronica was concerned that something was wrong. The clear fluid oozing from his tiny hole was new to her. But Greg assured her that it was a sign of how good she was making him feel. As if she could not tell from the throbbing meat in her hand.

"I think you should taste it," he murmured. "You know what to do next."

She knew what he was suggesting. But was still wary. What if she was no good at it? Greg seemed not to be concerned. Understanding her inexperience, he was pushing gently at the back of her head and smiling at the pretty face. Veronica did not want to appear a prude or to give him the idea she was a tease - that would be worse. Worried about the taste - and the dirtiness of the act -- she let this man guide her mouth down to his erect penis and opened her lips to take him inside.

"Fuck yes..," he breathed.

It had been so long. Eager for more, he was soon coaching her. To tighten her lips. To move her mouth up and down his length. Veronica was astonished at how easy it proved to be -- and at his unmistakeable moans of delight. She'd only tried this a few times with her husband and he had never requested it. But the taste of his hardness was delectable. The pre-cum was smooth on her tongue. And the hot throbbing was the most intimate thing she'd ever shared with a man.

"You're a natural," he groaned. "Use your tongue... yes, on my shaft... fuck..."

Veronica eagerly followed his instructions. She knew that women in the "real world" did this act willingly. And it was exciting to have her small mouth filled by a man's thing -- his cock. Greg was more than turned-on by Veronica. She was almost his age but he reminded himself that she was, in her own words, practically a virgin. It was incredible to see her small mouth stretched around his hard shaft. Soon, he was ready to return the pleasure. Veronica did not resist as he led her to his bed.

She had rarely been fully naked in front of her former husband. But it reminded her of Greg's life experience that he could slowly reveal her body with gentle touches and words of praise for her body. She was incredibly nervous but his desire for her was clear she liked the way he looked at her naked form. And she once again felt the throbbing in her sex as she watched him reveal the rest of his tanned, hardened body.

"You're so fucking hot," he whispered in her ear as they hugged.

She'd never been told that in her life. But it was hard to argue when she could feel his rock-hard erection pressing into her as he reached around to cup her bottom as they kissed again. Already she knew that this man was a far better lover than any husband she might have chosen from the boys in her church. It was so sensual to let him lie her back on the bed and snuggle into her. After all these years, their shared nakedness was neither furtive nor a cause of shame.

"I love your beautiful tits," he moaned and started to kiss her B-cups.

Veronica could only guess that real men, experienced men, always were so casual about touching a woman like that. And who cared when his mouth felt so sensuous and exciting on her bare skin? Now it was her turn to moan -- she felt dirty for that but it could not be stopped. His mouth was causing so many amazing sensations as he gently suckled on her. And Greg was only waiting for her small, pale nipples to harden before he began flicking his tongue over first one and then the other.

"Oh, dear..." she breathed. "I've never..."

Greg was convinced that the men of this small church really were deadbeats who never gave thought to how to pleasure their loving wives. He'd not really believed her lack of inexperience until she took hold of his head -- and then instantly pulled her hands away.

"I'm... sorry..." she stammered.

"Hold my head if you want. Tell me what you want."

"But its... a woman... should be modest..."

"Its fucking sexy. Pull me closer if you want."

Greg was determined to give Veronica the most amazing experiences. And it really was sexy to have the church-going Mrs Simpson running her fingers through his hair as he pleasured her B-cup titties. He was turned-on by her relative innocence. Enough that he started kissing his way down her body. She'd seen enough porn to know where he was headed and tried to slam her legs tight.

"No... not that. Its not nice," she protested.

"Its better than nice. And if I am going to teach you things you need to trust me."

Veronica had always thought pussy eating was forbidden for a woman like her. But she did trust Greg. Or wanted to, badly. And she didn't want to put off this man by seeming to be an old maid. Torn in her mind, she let Greg slowly push her knees wide and put his muscled body between her legs. She was shaking with dread as much as arousal as his face got closer to her intimate place. Surely it must smell bad? Or what is it was unpleasant as some said?

"Ohhhh... holy mother..." she called out.

The first touch of his mouth on her lightly covered mound was a revelation. Veronica had no idea that she'd squirted some extra wetness for him. But Greg felt it as he explored her delicate folds. He tried to take his time -- long enough for Veronica to stroke his hair as if to encourage him. And so Greg quickly found her clit with his soft tongue.

"Oh, fuck... jesus... ohhhh..." she blasphemed.

She'd not expected his experience to give him such magical talents. Now she thought her body would explode. Instantly she was experiencing the most intense sexual pleasure of her life. She feared she'd suffocate as her body bucked and her mouth went dry. That noise was coming from her and it seemed to change - but not stop -- as that unfamiliar tongue seemed to probe her intimate opening.

"Hmmm...you taste good," he murmured in a quick pause.

"What is that?... what are you?... ooohhh... pleeeeeasssee..."

Having never received oral pleasure, Mrs Simpson thought she might die from the experience -- and very happily too. She knew already that she was addicted to being eaten by a sexy man.

"Mr Richards... I can't..."

She screamed this time as he sucked her clit while flicking his tongue over the tip. Could she really take this much pleasure? Veronica was not even aware that she was yanking his hair, instinctively pulling into her cunt. Greg was more than pleased by her response, by the discovery that the pillar of the small religious group was such a firecracker in bed. He probed her hole again as Mrs Simpson groaned aloud with yet another orgasm.