The Simpsons

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

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Rose Simpson was disgusted that her mother might be even suggesting such a thing.

"MUM! Nooooo," she shouted.

"My dear child. A young woman gets curious."

"I'm not asking Mr Richards about sex."

"You're already masturbating."

"MUM!!!"

"And you'll be a wife soon. I want you to have a better marriage than I did... better than lots of wives."

"Oh, Mum, I know you're having sex with Mr Richards."

"What I do is not anyone's business, Rose."

"I'm not going to be a slut, mum."

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Rose Simpson had protested so loudly because she had wanted to retain her deepest secret. She was mortified by the risk of her mother, or her friends learning of her secret lust for Mr Richards. Although she knew she was not alone amongst the women of their tiny community, Rose would have been ashamed if others knew that she thought of the outsider during her frequent masturbation.

The man was incredibly handsome. His tanned looks and short blonde hair made him an eye-turner. And his hard, strong body was so alluring by comparison with the soft bodies of the boys that were decreed to be eligible for her attentions.

Flushed after the argument with her mother -- with anger, fear and suppressed desire -- Rose retreated to her bedroom. It was not the time of day when she liked to pleasure herself. But Mr Richards was far too present in her thoughts.

She tried not to think of him as an actor in a porn scene. Surely he was more romantic and sensual than that. She had nothing else to go on, however, since she was a virgin in advance of her marriage to Joshua. It was only her imagination that told her about the sensations of her body being kissed. Breasts being kissed and sucked. Of her aching, throbbing pussy being touched tenderly. Rose had felt her fiancé's erection but only ever through his jeans. Like her mother, she'd developed an obsession about hard, manly cocks.

Lying on her bed, she slowly ran her hands up underneath her shirt. As usual, she imagined that she was inviting Mr Richards to sample her body. Rose wished her breasts were larger. Though they always felt good when she rubbed them and squeezed them. At least her nipples were sensitive -- surrounded by large areolae, dark pink and always prominent when she was cold. Or aroused.

Today she was in a hurry and was already sighing to herself with need as she massaged her tits. Or, better, imagined it was Mr Richards who was caressing and pleasuring her young, virgin body. She imagined his handsome face and short blonde hair as his mouth got closer to her skin. Wondered if she'd feel his warm breath as he kissed her tits. Tried to moan in just the way she'd react as he kissed and sucked on her erect nipples. Rose could only dream of her pert B-cups being suckled by a real man. She knew she wanted that badly as she squeezed both tits in her hands before yanking off her shirt.

Young Rose could not stop there. Almost unconsciously, her hands slipped over her small, pale body. Only she and god knew how tough it had been to wait. The wedding was only months away but she needed to be fucked now. Today!

In a flash she'd unhitched her jeans and pushed one hand down to her shaved mound. She'd imagined Mr Richards stripping her bare, admiring her lean, tight body. But there was no time for that. She fingered her cleft, once more wondering how his warm breath would feel on her bard flesh -- that had been Cassie's idea though Rose had never admitted how much extra pleasure she enjoyed from her smooth-shaven skin.

Softly parting her cunt lips, Rose already knew her clit was erect and swollen. She'd taught herself long ago the sheer joy of touching her little pink nub. It would have to be even better to have someone else do it -- a man. Josh was a nice boy but would he want to touch her there? Would he know how?

"Mr Richards," she breathed to herself.

Rose was sure it was true that the handsome Richards had slept with many women. He would know exactly how to touch her. Maybe he'd be the kind of man who didn't need to be asked to put his mouth there? It was such an improper thing and, yet, Rose ached to experience what she'd only seen on her laptop -- a man licking and sucking on her young cunt.

"I want you to fuck me," she murmured to her imaginary lover.

Two thin fingers reached for her opening. Rose knew it was natural to get wet there. But when she got this wet she worried that she might be a slut -- too eager for sex in the way the priests warned about. This was not the time to worry, however. Unable to hold back, she began to press deeper into herself.

"Fuck me," she moaned, almost dangerously loud.

She wanted it to be a dick -- a real dick that was warm, hard flesh. So far as she could tell Josh had a nice one, whatever that meant. It seemed obvious that Mr Richards' cock would be even better. Maybe bigger. Or more erect. Rose just wanted dick. Instead, already stroking her fingers inside her virgin cunt, she reached for her usual go-to.

It was nicely shaped and ribbed. A piece of wood from some old furniture. Harder than a real penis. Thinner from what she'd learned. And yet pleasing for her cunt all the same. Sometimes she needed something more "real" -- brutal? And this was one of those times.

"I want your cock, Mr Richards," the young woman breathed to her handsome, imaginary lover.

Fed up with waiting, for marriage and for sex, Rose knew what she needed right then. She rolled onto her front, knees underneath so that her little butt was pointing upwards. With her usual two-handed grip on the wooden implement, she tried to insert it slowly into her sopping hole.

"Yes, give it to me," she moaned.

Would a real man, an experienced man like Mr Richards, want to fuck her doggy-style? She certainly hoped so.

"Oh... fuck, yes..." she groaned as her young cunt stretched for the wooden dildo.

It was a good position for Rose to masturbate. That way her face was buried in a pillow, muffling her sounds as she fucked herself. Now she imagined the hard, muscled figure of Mr Richards behind her as she used her small hands to ram her chosen weapon hard and fast into her desperate cunt.

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Veronica Simpson knew she was a slut. Her daughter had said it. And so did Mr Richards. He said it in fun, like teasing the respectable church lady. There was no point in denying it. Not since she'd gone to her knees only seconds after his door was closed. Her unpracticed hands still fumbled at his pants but it took just moments before she had released him. Somewhat in awe of Mr Richards, and still impressed by his manhood, she held him with a trembling hand as she kissed the head. Would a man understand how a woman wanted to worship his erection? She trailed kisses down his twitching shaft before grinning up at him. It took only a smile from him before he was burying his hard, thick cock in her small mouth. She felt as if she was making up for lost time, having already performed more fellatio for Mr Richards than she'd ever done for her husband.

Remembering his careful coaching, she cupped his balls in one hand. That delivered a lovely surprise.

"Ooohhh... you shaved? That feels nice."

"Well, you shaved. I wanted to do the same for you."

"So much better," she chuckled. "Are you being a slut now?"

"Shall we go to bed and find out?"

Veronica stripped off quickly. There was no need for the pretence of being shy or demure. Like any woman, she could sense his arousal at the sight of her naked body. Her nerves left her as his moans of pleasure grew. He seemed to enjoy her breasts, though she thought they sagged a little too much. And of course he was pleased by her opening her legs for him.

Lying beside this handsome man, she did not neglect his cock or his freshly-shaved sack. The skin was so smooth and so very soft. She imagined she could see the outline of his balls even better. Not that that was important since she quickly snuggled into Mr Richard's crotch while she kissed and licked his sack. It was a massive turn-on to explore the male body at last. Though the throbbing cock above her could not be ignored for too long.

"Ohhh... fuck, yes..." he groaned as the church lady began noisily to devour his meat.

"I love this," she mumbled between slurping up and down his length.

"Urrghh... I can tell... you're good at that."

"I want it inside me. You need to fuck me."

More than happy to oblige, Greg watched as the senior church member got onto her hands and knees beside him. He quickly moved into position behind her, his cock hard and bobbing as he appreciated the view of her tight arse and slender body.

"Doggy?" he asked with a smile.

"Its so wrong. But yes, I want it. Like an animal."

Veronica pressed her hips back, wanting to be as open for his cock as possible. She still worried about some pain -- the way her husband would sometimes be careless. But Greg knew there was no need to attack her tight hole. Their soft moans mixed as he slowly penetrated her, pulsing back and forth as her wetness grew.

"Fuck... you feel so good," he groaned.

"Fuck me... fuck me."

Greg could feel how hard he was inside her soft tunnel. It was an effort to not slam himself into the once-married church lady. Especially when the sight of her shapely arse and her constant moans were making him still more aroused. And the delightful spasming of her cunt muscles with every orgasm.

"Oh, yes... yes... don't stop... please, fuck meee..."

Veronica would have been shocked to hear such words -- if she'd had control of her senses. She was happy to be absorbed in the most intense sexual pleasure of her life, thanks to Mr Richards.

"I won't stop. Not in that tight cunt."

She was so small. Almost vulnerable as he ploughed into her from behind. Her small waist was perfect for his grip. That bottom, pale and rounded, was a delight for his eyes as he enjoyed his thrusting. Her small tits were swinging underneath her in time to his fucking. And the senior church woman was surprisingly vocal.

"I love that cock... oh, fuck me... dear lord, I'm cumming... oh, give it to me..."

Greg wondered how the husband could have decided to leave this woman, such an energetic fuck. That thought caused him to ram a little harder into Mrs Simpson's spasming hole. She felt his balls slapping against her cunt lips.

"Yeeesss... do it... pleeaassee... harder... fuck me good..."

"You feel so good... so hot... I wanna cum."

"Yes, yes," she gasped. "Oh...cum..."

"Inside you? Want me to fill you?"

"Ohhh... no... I want... oh..."

Greg realised what she wanted. He helped her dive off the bed, onto the floor, where he stood towering over her with his quivering cock.

"You don't have to do it like this."

"I want it. This is the right way," she groaned.

Veronica had longed for this for years. At first from her husband. Since then... with any man she fantasised about. A slut should salute a man's cock in that way. And his was soaking wet, coated in her cunt juices. All the more reason to engulf him with her mouth, to make her best attempt at bobbing up and down -- almost begging him to explode. The church woman observed how raunchy it was to taste her wetness on his hardness. And then that taste was replaced with his gorgeous semen load as the lovely Mr Richards began to blast into her mouth.

"Fuck, yes," he grunted. "So good... you're so fucking good..."

She enjoyed his orgasm very much. Those porn movies were true, after all. It was a delight to feel him throb and twitch. And the force of a man's spurting was something to behold. Had her husband cum that hard? It was so intimate to experience a man's climax like this. His thrusting hips and grunts of delight made it even more worthwhile to give this naughty gift to her new lover.

"What a mouth," he groaned.

Veronica kept bobbing along his length. She was unsure exactly what to do. But it was exciting to have a cock in her mouth. And to want to extract every drop of that precious stuff from Mr Richards' balls. She'd been right that the men in her church knew nothing about sex and sexual pleasure. And, more importantly, that she'd been right to make her request to Mr Richards. There could be no sin, she was certain, in using her mouth to pleasure this man. Not when he had already transported her to such ecstasy.

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They had been lying in each others arms, both of them enjoying the feeling of a naked body next to theirs after such a long time.

"I am glad you wanted to teach me," Veronica whispered.

She was enjoying being held without any shame for her nudity. It was calming to be able to explore a man's body. Mr Richards was only her second ever and she loved the freedom of being able to trace her fingers over his muscles and play with the hair on his chest. Sex under the rules of her church was disappointing. She no longer cared that this man turned her on.

"I wish I had a better body for you," she told him. "Like, that my breasts were bigger."

Greg did not regard himself as a special physical specimen. He had no reason to complain about the woman in his bed. And the truth was that Veronica was quite sexy. Her B-cup tits sagged a little, it was true, but on her small frame they could hardly have looked better. Or felt better in his hands.

"You've got a great body," he replied as he gently squeezed her tits. "I love your tits and the way they bounce when I fuck you."

"I love the way you fuck me." She ran one hand down his body to fondle his half-hard cock. "And I love this."

"I think you just love sex," he grinned to her. "I can't believe your husband gave up a sexy slut like you."

Her hand moved to his shaven ball sack. Veronica was grateful to have permission to touch Greg in that place. She was fascinated by that part of his body.

"We had no idea about what to do. And I thought I was sinful to ask for more."

"That sweet body needs to be fucked a lot."

"Hmmmm," she moaned with a naughty smile. "You are making me curious again."

"Its lust, Mrs Simpson. No matter if it's a sin."

"What else can you teach me?"

"Use your mouth. And I'll show you something new."

She did not waste a second, gladly shifting herself to position her face in his crotch. It would have been unthinkable during her marriage. But Veronica had dreamed for so long of having the kind of fun she'd seen on-line. And it was thrilling to kiss his soft ball-sack, feeing the way his hard little eggs moved inside their pouch. She could not miss the effect that had on his shaft and soon her kisses moved to his warm meat.

"You get so hard from my mouth," she moaned.

"It always reacts to sin."

She worked slowly, kissing and licking until she could feel his throbbing so beautifully. Trying to use the techniques she's seen in her favourite porn, Veronica eagerly indulged in sin as she began to fellate the hard cock of the wonderful Mr Richards. She still could not quite believe that it was so easy to take a hard dick in her mouth. It was sinful but so rewarding to pleasure a man so directly. His soft moans and gentle twitching were the best teacher she could have had. Having made him incredibly hard, and slick with her spit, she soon was sliding her soft lips back and forth along his amazing cock as her tongue played over his lovely ridges. She was well aware, too, that her cunt was wet once again.

"You deserve some of that," he groaned. "Time to learn 69."

"Oh fuck," she almost protested.

The church leader still had not quite shaken the thought that it was bad -- worse than sinful -- to allow a man to place his mouth on her sex. But that was not going to stop her from getting more of such pleasures. Fighting her shame, she let the larger man use his strength to position her small body atop his. She wanted to suck his cock more, if for no reason than to distract from the naughtiness of her own arousal. But she was too small. Letting Mr Richards place her into position meant that his mouth had access to her cunt -- the shame! She was disappointed to have not much more than his soft, spongy head into her mouth.

"Oh, Mr Richards... tell me I'm not a sinner..."

"No sin when you taste this good."

"Oh fuck... oh, please..."

Her disappointment was banished as soon as his mouth touched her cunt. Why had the church never allowed her to ask for this in her marriage? But Mr Richards was the perfect teacher. And the perfect pussy-licker. She could only imagine how wet she made his face as he pulled her tighter against him, her cunt gushing against the flicking and probing of his tongue.

"I want your cock," she cried out.

Greg Richards was not about to let go of this firecracker who was so eager to be taught the gamut of sex play. He could feel her orgasm as much as hear it as his lips closed around her straining clit. And she did taste fine. With one arm wrapped around her waist, he could hold her in position as he snacked on that church-going cunt, thrilled to deliver such sin as he worked her clit and her hole. But he did indulge his own needs -- a little thrusting from his hips allowed him to provide a shallow fucking of her sweet, soft mouth.

"Urgghhh... ohhh... fuck..." she almost sceamed

Veronica was thrilled to have her face fucked by his rampant dick. But she had no control of their play in any event. Perched on top, held tight by his strong arm, she could only gasp for air as he thrust his hardness into her mouth in between her own orgasmic cries. She'd even given up hope of reciprocating the pleasure that she was receiving.

"I need you," she tried to call out. "need you... fuck me... need you in my pussy..."

He was happy to put her out of her misery. Easily rolling her over, Greg positioned himself between her small, slender thighs.

"Please... fuck me," she gasped.

"Wrap your legs around me and pull me in," he instructed.

Her cunt was as tight as ever. But amazingly wet and ready for him after the effects of their first 69. Greg lay his body on top of hers, almost pressing his weight down on the smaller, female body. She liked the way his body felt against her breasts. Her panting was loud in his ear as he reached down to aim his cock.

"Fuck me?" she whimpered, words she'd never dared utter to her husband.

"Take my cock."

"Ohhhh... came her guttural sound. "Ohhh... faaaarrrcckkk..."

Somehow this screwing was even better than that first time. His size alone made her cum as he began to drive his length into her sopping hole. Pinned down, wrapped in his arms, Veronica was in awe that this man could make her feel so good. His manly body was so hard, his muscles flexing making her even more turned-on. But she remembered his instruction, straining to reach around his body with her small, pale legs.

"You feel so good around my cock," he groaned.

"Oh, shit... cumming already..." she cried to him.

He did his best to fuck her harder, driving deeper with his weight slamming her into the bed. Veronica could not get enough, her legs and arms pulling him tighter to her body as she writhed beneath him.

"Yes, yes... please... don't stop."

"Naughty slut," he groaned.

"What?... what are you doing to me?..."

"Don't stop cumming, slut."

"I can't...can't stop.... oooohhhhhh..."

But she did stop - eventually. Thanks to his experience with women, Greg Richards knew when the delectable church woman needed a little break. He held her tight as she panted hard, still stroking his cock in and out of her throbbing hole,

We're not done," he warned her.

"Ohhh,,," she moaned with a guttural sound. "I don't think..."

"You've got a lot of fucking to catch up on."

"Ohhh... noooo..." she groaned but made no move to escape him.

Veronica had never thought about such a marathon of screwing. The church teaching was that one orgasm was almost too much. Her husband had only ever needed his own release to be a dutiful husband. But her wetness was going nowhere. The thrusting in her cunt, slower and more gentle, felt better than anything that other man had ever provided. She could not believe that she still was so wet. And that the gentle movement of his cock inside her was making her hungry again.