The Simpsons

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

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Rose would have been shocked if she'd thought that her mum had spent time in Mr Richards' bed. She'd have been disgusted to learn that her mum was seriously thinking that Mr Richards might be the answer to both their problems.

"You are married for a long time," the mother was lecturing her daughter.

"Yeah, I know. You hope longer than dad stuck around."

"Which goes to show there are some things you need to take care of for yourself."

"Me and Josh will be fine. He loves me, after all."

"Baby, there's love and there's being satisfied."

"Oh god, mum. You're talking about sex? Disgusting."

"I just hope you are getting to know yourself. Cos what if Josh never does?"

"What?"

"Its natural to be curious. And even married women can masturbate. Cos Josh might not do what you need."

"MUM! Disgusting."

"No need to scream. I know you and Cassie both satisfy yourselves. You think I don't hear you talking and laughing?"

Yeah, mum. And if our husbands don't know anything about sex? What then?"

"Yes. Its worth a thought," Mrs Simpson concluded.

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"I've been thinking about this a lot," Veronica was telling Mr Richards.

She was in between deep, sensuous kisses. The kind she'd never felt until now. In return, Greg was taking the opportunity to caress herbare B-cup tits. It suited them both.

"I need more," she told him. "I can't believe how good it felt when you were teaching me."

"I worked hard to gain all that experience."

"But we have to be careful."

Of course, Veronica had a plan. Once a week at this home. She could explain that as additional religious counselling. As long as he started to attend church services more regularly. And that she did whatever he wanted in bed. She was right that Greg found that an irresistible offer.

Wirth that done, Veronica Simpson slipped to her knees and extracted his thick, hard cock from his trousers. She already figured she'd never get tired of it.

"Is this how a woman should to it? On her knees?"

"Maybe its easier? Since you're shorter than men."

"Or cos we know we have to worship a man and his thing. I already feel like I should."

"A cock," he coached her. "Or a tool. Or just a dick."

Veronica enjoyed his teaching. But she was already feeling more confident -- more in charge of their arrangement. She lightly stroked her fingertips along the shaft. There was no doubt this cock had been inside many women but she felt as if it was hers now. She was fascinated by the curve of it. And liked the idea of memorizing all the ridges and the dark veins. Her previous cock had been un-cut but this one seemed imperious with its exposed, spongy tip.

"Your cock is beautiful," she told him.

"My cock likes you very much, too."

"Is it OK if I touch your balls again?"

With a smile he gently guided one of her hands lower, underneath his sack. Still in teaching mode, he showed her how to cup her hand and carefully heft his balls. And the way she could gently play so that they moved for her.

"Oh my... they actually are kinda heavy... hmmmm. And yeah, I can feel them. Two separate ones like eggs."

"Kiss them," he urged her.

Veronica had no trouble in going lower, placing her face so close to his most delicate parts. She gave the most gentle kiss she could. And then wanted more so kissed them again. It was thrilling -- if not daring - to place her mouth on his hairy sack. She was more than pleased to sample his manly scent. For she already thought Mr Richards was more of a man than her long-gone husband.

"Am I being a slut for you?" she asked innocently. "Is that what men really like -- a slut?"

"I like women who are pretty and sexy. Like you. Who want to have a good time and maximum pleasure. And yes, you are a fine slut."

"I want to suck you. Suck your cock."

"And I want you to. Enjoy yourself."

Veronica had been waiting for this, too. Much of her early porn watching had focused on women giving head to men. She'd come to realise that she was extremely interested in their things -- their big hard cocks. It was exciting to know that she could make a man so hard. And she felt the now familiar tingles in her cunt as she slowly filled her mouth with Greg's beautiful shaft.

He did not bother trying to hide his moan of lust and pleasure. And, since he was the teacher, he once more placed his hands on Veronica's head as the commenced another session of fellatio. Careful not to frighten her too early, he did not thrust so much as guide her. Along with gentle mutters about tightening her lips and swirling her tongue along the underside of this manhood. She was proving a quick learner since it felt so amazingly good to have a man's hardness between her lips. Greg made sure to let her tongue play with her pre-cum as it leaked from his throbbing member. Soon Mrs Simpson would be the perfect cock-sucker.

Veronica was excited to have his coaching. And that already she was able to give him so much pleasure. That mattered to her. Though mostly it was gratifying to know that Greg's cock already had spent more time in her mouth than her husband's had for their entire marriage.

Greg had more to teach her but knew the bed would be an easier classroom. This time Veronica, feeling a little braver, disrobed for him. His look of lust was more than she'd ever gotten. So she spread her legs to show her once-married cunt to him.

"See? I wanted to give you something. So I shaved for you."

He could see quite well and was more than pleased that Mrs Simpson had made that gesture. They hugged and kissed - with Greg taking the chance once more to grab two handfuls of her tight bottom -- before climbing onto his bed. He held her tight while kissing her mouth sweetly and let his hand wander to her mound. The soft, bare skin was a delight. And he noted that she let her legs open for him, inviting him to explore further along her damp slit.

"Hmmm... feels very good," he whispered to her.

"It looks strange. But yes, better for your fingers," she moaned softly.

Stroking her shaved mound, his mouth moved to her tits with their erect nipples. He felt her tense with lust as he suckled and flicked his tongue over those pale nubs. And her breathing quickened as he stroked her newly shaven cunt.

"Oh, Mr Richards..." she sighed with need.

"You're wet again."

"Yes... I know... I am becoming a slut."

Being a little more forceful with her nipples, Greg moved his fingers to the very edge of her moist slit. Of course, she was already horny from being so close to his hard, strong body. And the touch of his fingers was driving her crazy.

"Ohhh... feels sooo good..." she moaned.

"Wait till I eat you."

"Oh fuck..."

Soon enough, he separated her labia and began to trace his finger through her engorged flesh. Veronica had lovely lips, the inner set longer and meaty. He remembered the way they'd seemed to grip his cock when fucking. That was for later, however. She produced a guttural sound as he began to play at her soaking wet entrance. This time he opted not to tease but to slide his finger slowly into her hot hole.

"Aaahhhhhhhh..."

"Too much?"

"Please... don't stop..."

As if to display her need, she grabbed his head and pulled him in tight to her sexy tits. Veronica knew that some teenagers started like this. She'd never had the chance. All the better that it was Mr Richards who was fingering her cunt now. She knew she was getting even wetter -- as if she'd been a slut all these years. And his gentle biting on her nipples was an exquisite distraction. Her mind was torn between the gentle pain and the firm stroking in her hole.

"I can't... stop it..."

"Tell me you're gonna cum," he said with his mouthful of tit.

"Yes... yes I am... cum..."

She felt his thrusting quicken. And somehow he changed angle, now placing pressure underneath her pubic bone. Veronica knew she was losing control.

"Yes, yes... holy fuck..."

Her hand found his hard cock and she squeezed it now, just as the waves of her orgasm started to crash over her. And who needed a man's thing when his fingers could bring such delight. She came hard as he pulled her tightly to him, aware that her hips were bucking in time to his gentle stroking inside her hole. The orgasms passed quickly, this time. She was still holding his manhood as he let her fall back, panting hard and seeing stars.

He was hungry today. Almost impatient. Greg barely gave her time to recover before he was pushing her down his body, guiding her face to his crotch.

"Lick it," was his command.

So hot from those first orgasms, Veronica easily obeyed. It was fun letting herself be so wanton for this man. And that gorgeous cock was so hard and tempting. Tentatively, she licked the thick ridge on his underside. The texture of this skin against her tongue was intriguing -- soft around something that seemed so hard and rigid. But there was something else that had fascinated her and Veronica soon worked her tongue upwards.

"You never really sucked a man before?" he groaned with delight.

"My husband. But only a few times."

She tested the spongy head with the tip of her tongue. The combination of hard and soft might be the most interesting part of a man's private parts. She still found it strange to use the word "cock". But she put that aside as she began to run her tongue around the flange at the base of his mushroom head. She'd enjoyed it when sucking him. And she'd felt it when he'd penetrated her cunt that first time. It was pure delight to be given the time -- and the permission -- to explore a man like that. Instinctively, she reached down to cup his balls as he'd taught her the first time.

"Fuck yeah... so good," he moaned. "Having fun being a slut?"

"Yes, I... I love it... being a slut..."

Now she resumed her licking of his length. Her tongue went up and down as if her were a giant, fleshy ice-cream. It was luxurious to have such time and freedom for she really had craved cocks and the chance to explore them. All those cocks she'd seen online. This one surely was better than them all. And god surely had created it for her to admire. Mr Richards groaned in a very sexy way as she traced over his ridges and veins, wondering if she could memorise such a treasure.

She grinned when his hand pressed gently on the back of her head. This was better than licking a man. It was thrilling to sense his need as she allowed him to invade her mouth. How big was he? It hardly mattered as her small mouth stretched around his girth. But she remembered to close her lips with the right pressure. And she flicked her tongue along the underside. The newly-made slut was just about to begin bobbing her head when the force of his hand was met with the gentle lifting of his hips.

"This is face-fucking, he said in a strained voice. "And I'll start gentle."

Veronica had seen this act, of course, in her illicit porn viewing. And she understood that the name was a precise description of what he was doing. He had control now, desperate to satisfy his lust. It was thrilling to feel his need so directly. She was in a vulnerable position and, yet, it was she who'd made him so crazy. A different kind of trust was needed to have a man fuck her mouth. But his slow, forceful thrusting was intoxicating.

"Your mouth is so sexy."

"Hmmmm...

"Play with my balls like a slut."

"Hmmmm...."

Greg tried his best to restrain himself. Few women in his past would have consented to this. But Mrs Simpson, with her unrequited sexual appetite, was eager to try whatever he offered. He had plans for later -- to unload in her mouth. He needed to maintain control till then. Eventually he found the strength to take her off his cock and position her on hands and knees.

"You are a sexy student," he told her with a wicked grin.

"I want everything," she breathed. "Do it all to me."

She'd said that without realising what her had in mind. Veronica almost pulled away as she felt Greg taking hold of her shapely little bum and spreading her cheeks. Being exposed so lewdly was a brief shock. But Greg held her tight and she surrendered. He was more than pleased because, despite his vastly greater experience, there were some new things he was eager to try.

"Relax now," he said softly. "I think you'll enjoy this, too,"

He kissed one cheek. Then the other. Before putting the tip of his tongue inside her butt crack. At which point Veronica almost jumped away.

"No... but... oh, that is wrong."

But Greg had a firm grip of her and she was not able to get too far. He was insistent, despite her protest. Veronica knew she was being a slut. Should she just trust him?

"Try it," he urged her. "You might enjoy it."

She was sure that it would be impossible to enjoy such a disgusting act. And then the tip of his tongue began circling around her tight backdoor. Despite her revulsion, it was impossible to say it was not nice.

"Good girl," he said gently.

"You shouldn't," she moaned back, already enjoying the sensation more than was decent.

He'd known that a pious, demure woman like Mrs Simpson would have made sure that area was pristine. Just because she would, without caring what lay ahead. Circling his tongue around her winking anus, there was no bad taste or even poor odour. His tongue had never been in such a place but Veronica was consenting to a rimjob and he was eager to enjoy it. He could hear her breathing, not yet a moan but signalling that she was appreciative of his surprise gift. His finger found her clit in the middle of the clean-shaven folds of her cunt. That brought out a rather loud moan of delight.

"Don't move," he told her.

"Yes. Pleeeeaaasse..."

Please for less? Or for more? Greg softly massaged her clit and pressed the tip of this tongue in the centre of her anal opening. There was a hiss of breath from her. And a new tension in her body. It needed more force than he'd expected. But he began to massage her tightest opening with his tongue. Just as he began to increase the speed of his finger on her swollen clit.

"Ohhh... its so dirty... you shouldn't."

She was wet enough that he knew to ignore her protest. And when he pressed his tongue into the centre of that tight, hot hole she made an unmistakeable sound. He began to try fucking her anus with his tongue. The musky scent was unavoidable. But she did not taste at all poorly. And her moans drove him on to press still deeper.

"Nooo... no, its wrong..."

Of course, she was making no effort to escape. He made sure by sliding two fingers into her cunt. Yes, now she was more than wet enough to receive such penetration. She let her shoulders slump to the bed, sticking her arse up in the air. He increased the speed of his fingering. Her loud moans of pleasure now muffled by the sheets, he pressed deeper with his tongue as he felt the small gush of hot wetness in her other hole.

"Arrggghh... aaarrrgghhh..." she cried out, ashamed of the pleasure she was feeling.

His fingers returned to her clit as he quickened his tongue in her rear entrance.

"Oh, sweet Mary," she almost screamed as her orgasms intensified.

Greg was elated at his success. And so horny that he could no longer wait. In a flash he was on his knees behind her. One hand on her waist. He carefully guided his thick meat into the sopping cunt.

"Ohhh... faaarrrck..." she cried out.

She was trying to feel that spongy head, that sexy flange, as he entered her but everything was too fevered for that. She was soaking, of course, and it took only two movements from Greg before he was buried to his hilt in the cunt of the sexy church woman.

"I'm such a slut," she gasped at the new sensation.

Doggy-style was improper -- or so women in the church were told. Sex was for procreation, after all, and women were above animals, But Veronica had wondered. And now she had the proof as Mr Richards buried his beautiful cock in her from behind. From the first movement she was cumming.

"Fuck meee... please fuck meeeee..."

Greg was happily doing just that. Long, strong thrusts fed his length into her, from the head to the base. Looking down he had a perfect view of the small body and the shapely bottom. He could see, too, the way her long lips seemed to hug his cock. His thrusts had enough power to make his balls slap against her cunt lips and Veronica was in raptures from that. She was cumming seemingly non-stop -- loud and hard. He guessed she couldn't feel her cunt muscles spasming but the extra tightness was a special treat for Greg.

"Oh fuck... jesus god... ohhhhh...."

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After a long fuck, and a multitude of orgasms, Veronica finally collapsed on the bed. Panting so hard she could not speak. Greg cuddled up, wrapping her in his powerful arms. She enjoyed being held. And the tickling of his chest hair against her skin.

"You liked that," he murmured in her ear.

"Taking me like that... from behind. I thought jt was disgraceful. But it felt so good. So primal... wonderful."

"Some women say its their favourite position. And you were ready for a good fucking."

"But... you licked me there. My bottom. It must be bad."

"I wanted to try. And you did like it."

"I am the worst sinner. But you make me feel amazing."

"We can stop if you would prefer," he offered.

"No, God, no. Please... after all these years... I need this so badly. And you are the perfect teacher."

"And you are pretty. And sexy. You have a great body. And you are fantastic in bed."

"There is one more condition I have," she went on. "Well, no... not a condition." There was a long pause. "It's a request. An important request".

Greg was all ears. He wanted to do whatever he could for Mrs Simpson. After all, she was the first woman he'd fucked in years. It was too risky for him to show interest in lovers from outside the small religious community. With his history, he dared not risk his place among them.

"My daughter is twenty and will be married in a few months," she said in the rehearsed part of her request.

Greg knew that, of course. It was the talk of the small community since several young couples were promised to one another. He had assumed that everyone was happy about it and everything would go well.

"She's like me, you see," the older woman continued. "Though she is a real virgin. And ignorant about sex."

"Hmmm... shall I talk to the boy? Joshua, I think?"

"Too dangerous. That would make it obvious about you and me."

There was another long pause. Greg had no idea how earth-shattering would be the next words from Veronica's mouth.

"What if my daughter, Rose, gets curious like me?"

"Hang on," he said, suddenly afraid once more about a trap. "You want to have sex with me... and then you want me to have sex with your daughter? You know what you are saying?"

"It sounds bad. But she is my only daughter, I cannot bear the thought of her having a life of pitiful sex. Of not being able to enjoy her body the way it was intended."

"Mrs Simpson," he cautioned. "You know this is definitely sinful. It's a perversion according to our church."

Greg was worried, of course, Then again, that kind of perversion would have suited him very well in his previous life. And after years of abstinence, maybe it was an opportunity to catch-up. He'd seen the daughter who had the same killer body and the same pretty face.

"Our church is wrong about sex," Mr Richards. "And you are right. Its natural to be curious."

"And your daughter? Does she know about this?"

"I will speak to her. And I will send her to you -- alone."

Greg was relieved - and almost disappointed that he would not be fucking mother and daughter as a duo. But he tried to put the whole thing out of his mind. Mrs Simpson surely would come to her senses. Veronica did not expect anything of the sort to happen. But she was happy to let her proposal stew in his mind. Wanting to change the subject, she wriggled down the bed so start sucking on Greg's still-hard cock.