The Simpsons

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

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Mrs Simpson had felt her rising curiosity young Joshua -- her daughter's fiance. These days her mind often was filled with thoughts of sex. That was the result of the wonderful fucking she had been enjoying with the off-limits Mr Richards. She told herself it was wrong to lust after the young man and, yet, Joshua continued to appear in those thoughts.

Veronica knew how lucky she was. Being a senior leader of the church gave her a freedom that was denied to the other women. Those women were married, of course. In their cases, spending time with a man other than their husbands would result in much gossip. Veronica was sure that it had never occurred to her friends and peers that she might miss the intimacy of going to bed with a man. Not to mention her more physical needs. None of those other church women would question that she should provide wise counsel to the enigmatic Mr Richards -- to keep him on the right path, of course. And the church leader had no concerns that the path she'd found with Mr Richards was more about sexual freedom and limitless ecstasy. Veronica was more interested in guiding his amazing manhood into her sopping cunt. Her good fortune, after all, was her discovery of great sex after so many years of waiting.

Her own marriage had produced sexual activity that was, to be kind, unsatisfying. And Veronica knew that this was true for most wives in their church. It was only ever alluded to in oblique comments -- it was not proper for a woman to have sexual needs, much less to discuss those outside her marital bed. But she knew that most women craved more pleasure from their husbands. Mr Richards was proof that it was possible.

It was Mr Richards who'd suggested giving some advice to Joshua, and other young men in the church, about the important of pleasuring their future wives. Which had started Veronica thinking that perhaps young Joshua could be part of the solution. And her fantasies about the virginal boy. Her own husband had been almost amusing in his fumbling first efforts. Veronica was genuine in wanting to avoid that fate for her daughter. Did it need a man when she felt empowered, a woman with the freedom to pursue whatever pleasure she desired?

She'd had no doubt that he'd be curious about the physical side of his upcoming marriage. And perhaps an older woman might be the best way for Joshua to learn the importance of satisfying his bride. She had started to think more and more about the virginal Joshua -- his soft body, pale hands -- and to wonder whether he, too, might benefit from learning what a woman's touch could do for his young cock.

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"Sit next to me, Joshua," she said to the young man, holding his hands as they both tried to be comfortable on the lounge.

Veronica's heart was pounding in her ears. It was all so dangerous. Was she perhaps even risking her daughter's forthcoming marriage? But no, she was confident that her role as a church leader would keep her safe. She only hoped that Joshua would be willing. Because her sexual desires simply had to be unleashed before she went mad.

"Come closer, Josh. I need to discuss something important, Something intimate. Do you understand?"

The young man had not quite graduated from university. With his life in the church, he'd had almost no physical contact with woman apart from his immediate family. Anything more risked being sinful. That was why he'd strived so hard to limit his intimacy with Rose so little more than hugging and kissing. He was as desperate as her to be married and take her to bed.

"A husband has many responsibilities," Mrs Simpson was saying as she moved even closer to him. "Most importantly, marriage is forever, Joshua. And a man must find a way to keep his wife satisfied."

"Well, yes, Mrs Simpson... I know. I'll graduate with good marks soon. I plan a lucrative career and Rose and I intend to buy an apartment as soon as we can."

"You are a very eligible young man," Veronica replied with a soft smile. "But what about inside your home? Inside your bedroom? What about her pleasure there?"

Veronica could hardly hear her voice over the sound of her pounding heart. And that tingling in her cunt -- was that fear or was it desire caused by being so close to a ripe virginal lad?

"I... I love Rose, very much."

"No, Joshua. Its not about love. Its about something more basic. Very human. I think you know what I mean."

The young man was confused and nervous. He'd never had a conversation about sex with someone as old as Mrs Simpson. How could someone of that age -- old enough to be the mother of his fiancé -- have any interest in sex. Was this a terrible trap?

"I'm not going to make you do anything, Josh," she went on. "I just want you to be a good husband for Rose." She was smiling, feeling her own command of the situation. "And teach you to make sure she is always happy with you."

Joshua was actutely aware of how close Mrs Simpson was to him. Which was not a bad thing -- she was an attractive woman even at her age with her soft features and kind smile. It was uncomfortable to be so close to a woman who was not his fiancé. But he forgot about Mrs Simpson as his future mother-in-law. He should have left, he knew it, but he could not fight the temptation of a woman's warm breath on his face.

"Kiss me, Joshua. If you want to. If you'd like to show me how you pleasure a woman."

That first touch of his lips was disappointing -- as she'd expected. It was mechanical, as if a duty and not a thrill. Perhaps he was scared. Or perhaps this was typical of his virginal fumblings.

"Its very important," she was saying softly, "that a woman feels passion. That her man is excited by her and wants more of her." She took his face in her hands. "Would you like to try again?"

This time there was no denying the tingling in her cunt. Already he was pressing his lips against hers with a new passion. Was he as horny as all young men? Veronica sensed something more than she'd ever received from her departed husband. With a soft moan of pleasure, she kissed him back and soon pressed her tongue inside his soft mouth.

"You can leave anytime you want, Joshua. But I think you can learn to be an excellent kisser."

He almost thanked the older woman except that she once more took his mouth in hers and entwined their tongues. Joshua had no idea that a woman of the church could be so passionate. And so sexy. She'd offered the chance to leave but his cock was stirring and, honestly, he was hungry for any kind of sexual act with a woman.

"Is this... is this sinful?" he asked nervously. "I don't want to lose Rose."

"You are preparing for your future wife," she murmured to him. "There is no sin in making her happy, is there?"

Joshua had no way to argue against that. Not since she was kissing him again. And pulling his arms round her slender waist. She was eager to cuddle as nuch as kiss. It struck him that an older, experienced woman was so much better at both those things. He'd never felt so comfortable with Rose. He pulled Mrs Simpson closer as their kiss continued.

"Very good," she breathed finally. "You are going to be a good learner, I can see."

By then Joshua was thinking of what else this clearly lust-filled woman would like to teach him. Luckily for him, Veronica had been intimate with two men and Mr Richards, with his casual approach to sexual desire, had made her far more confident.

"When a woman kisses like this, it's a signal that she wants more," she breathed to the young man.

The poor boy did not dare guess what that mean. But Veronica quickly had that sorted by drawing one of his hands to her heaving breasts, clad in a shirt and bra.

"Do you want this? You want to touch a woman like this?"

"Yes... yes... you're so sexy."

"Do you touch my daughter like this? Hmmmm? Do you play with her breasts?

"NO!... ummm... no, not really. I mean..."

Veronica felt more relaxed now that she was in charge. More aroused than ever, but no longer afraid. She understood his meaning -- they'd been trying to "save" themselves for after the wedding. But had Rose not tried to go further? Veronica was panting with the excitement of being the first for this virgin boy. She took both his hands in hers and squeezed her breasts.

"Go ahead," she moaned. "If you want to."

As she'd expected, his touch was crude and rushed. But that made it more fun for her. Greg was a natural lover, sensual and arousing. Teaching Joshua how to pleasure her was even more perfect in leaving behind her former, boring sex life. Veronica trembled as she began to show him the "proper" way to handle a woman's breasts.

"Enjoy her body. A woman will give you more if she knows you're interested in her pleasure."

Veronica could not believe how pliant Joshua was proving. Was that a good sign for Rose in her future marriage? Was he capable of ignoring those foolish ideas about sin and shame, focusing instead on all that was positive about sex?

"Undress me," she breathed to him. "Take out my breasts."

Mr Richards had not needed to be told. Her former husband would have been shocked to hear such a request. But Joshua was so turned on that he could not resist. Veronica smiled, checking her impatience as he fumbled with her buttons. Casually, she helped him remove her bra. For only the third time in her life, a new man had full view of her B-cup tits. At least this boy did not need to be told what to do next.

"Yes, gentle... yes, that's it," she gasped as his soft, young hands caressed her bare skin. "Yes... stroke them... yes, you can squeeze them a little... oh my..."

Joshua suddenly could not recall his reasons for not trying to grope his fiancé and her soft, sweet titties. He guessed they were the same size and shape as these ones. Not big but real, actual tits that felt so good in his hands. He felt he could hardly breathe.

"Do you like them, Josh? Do you like my breasts?"

"For sure. Absolutely. They are amazing."

"Hmmmm... that feels good. Squeeze a little more... oh, yes... yes, like that."

Veronica was a wet puddle. So much of what she was doing was wrong -- a plain sin against her church. But her lust and her need was too much. How could it be sinful to be so happy? There could be nothing wrong with Joshua being curious about sex. The boy was so young but he was perfect to meet her lust that afternoon.

"Kiss them... Josh, kiss my breasts. Yes, like that... hmmm... yeeessss..."

Josh had thought he knew all about lust. The church provided enough lectures about it. Now he knew himself how powerful it could be -- the way his own body was responding. But the older woman, with her physical hunger for his touch, was intoxicating. Perhaps Mrs Simpson was correct that sexual pleasure could be divorced from sin. He certainly hoped so as he followed her instructions.

"My nipples... my nipples, Josh," she moaned as she pulled his head into her chest.

His young mouth felt electric on her skin. And she was amazed at how different it felt to Mr Richards.

"Lick them... yes sweetheart, please lick them... oh fuck... yessss..."

Of course Joshua had lain awake many nights imagining this very act. He usually thought of his fiancé and wondered if her nipples would respond like this. And if they'd be small and hard, like her mother's were proving to be.

"Suck them. Oh, Joshua... yes, suck me... oh, that feels so gooood..."

Veronica knew that she was, in fact being ever so sinful. Her wild, debauched behaviour should have been the source of total shame. But, as with her other lover, the absolute pleasure, the total freedom, of giving her body to a man more than overcame any her prior inhibitions.

"Josh..." she groaned. "Yes, don't stop.... don't stop..."

It felt good to call his name. To remind herself that she was defiling a virgin. How exciting that was. And somewhere, in the middle of his clumsy suckling and her holding him tight, Veronica Simpson felt a strange but somehow familiar reaction in her body. What? She was sure she was cumming as this young man sucked and licked her breasts. The feeling was a little far away -- just a small orgasm? - but then she could feel the warmth through her entire body and that increasingly familiar sensation of her cunt gushing.

Finally she released the astonished young man and slumped back onto her lounge. She had to avert her eyes from his face, panting hard with the realisation that she could orgasm from the joy of having her breasts pleasured. Perhaps she'd share that news with Mr Richards.

"Did you enjoy that?" she asked with a naughty grin.

"Yes... that was fantastic. I just... I always thought... about sin..."

"There is no sin in making your wife happy. And knowing what to do in bed will make your wife want to be intimate."

Joshua did not know how to argue against that. Besides, he almost jumped from the lounge when Mrs Simpson started to run her hand over his crotch.

"Does your fiancé touch you like this?" she breathed to him.

"No! -- I mean... she wants to. I always tell her to wait."

Veronica knew that what she was doing was wrong - in so many ways. He was an adult but, still, so young. And, worse, he was her daughter's fiancé. Should he not be a virgin on their wedding night? But Veronica Simpson was no longer the demure and "proper" woman expected by her church. She could prove that by rubbing the mound in Joshua's pants. He had a fresh cock -- only her third ever -- ready for the taking. And she reminded herself this was all about helping Rose -- ensuring her daughter was not stuck with a clumsy, callow boy with so many hang-ups from the church teachings. That made it easier to explain the rush she felt from taking charge of Joshua.

"Sex with your wife is not a sin. Pleasure is not a sin -- if you know what to ask her for. Understand?"

It was clear that the poor young man was struggling to understand any of this. But the erection in his pants was proof of his curiosity. And Veronica, in her post-orgasmic glow, was hungry to continue her teaching. She knew it was slutty to slip to her knees before Joshua. She was certain that this the right way for a woman to greet a hard cock. In her case, there was no fumbling or uncertainty as she began to open his pants.

"Just relax. Let me show you what you will want from your wife."

It was natural for Joshua to obey the older woman. Even if she was the first woman ever to see him like that. He was acutely embarrassed by the way his cock had grown and hardened during their play. But he could guess what she had in mind. And she clearly wanted it so badly. No young man in his right mind was going to pass up the opportunity. In a flash he had lowered his pants so that his intimate parts were fully displayed to the church leader.

"Oh Josh," she gasped. "Josh... how beautiful."

Without a lot to compare it to, Veronica already was certain this was a fabulous specimen. Maybe as long as her husband. Definitely thicker like Mr Richards. His youthful body was soft but his lovely erection was as hard as oak. And the dark veins that ran along the shaft looked just as swollen as the flesh itself.

"I can stop, sweetheart. If you tell me too."

She kissed his throbbing cock. Gentle touches of her lips as if that would express her admiration for this wonderful manhood. Josh was overpowered by the same curiosity that Veronica had been feeling. And breathing as hard as she was while she ran her fingertips up and down his shaft.

"Fuck... Mrs Simpson... I mean..."

She looked up at the young man, smiling wickedly as she closed one hand around that virile young penis. Veronica imagined how his daughter would enjoy him in her pussy. And how his potent fucking he would produce grandchildren. Using the technique Mr Richards had shown her, she began carefully to stroke her hand up and down his full length. And that banished any last resistance the young man might have felt.

"Fuck... jesus... I mean... oh, Mrs Simpson..."

"Yes, Josh. Your beautiful cock. And no sin to share such pleasure at what god gave you."

One hand wrapped fully around him, she could hardly take her eyes off the sight of his young prowess. Soft skin around a steely-hard pole.

"Oh, fuck... that is soooo good..." he moaned helplessly.

"Always remember, your wife will be pleased to do this for you."

He was more than curious as she noticed the first oozing of pre-cum from the tip of his cock. For a young man, totally virginal, never having been touched by a female hand, it was too much to expect that Joshua would have any self-control. Veronica had been counting on it. She was desperate to taste him.

"You know what happens next, sweetheart. If you want me to."

"Fuck... please... yes... I... I want it..."

"Try to hold-off. So you can really enjoy your wife's mouth."

Kneeling before the young man, naked from the waist up, Veronica had never imagined behaving in such a wildly slutty manner. But she knew already that this young cock would feel heavenly in her mouth.

"Make it last, sweetheart," she repeated.

Veronica licked around the soft, spongy tip and then slowly worked her lips down his rock-hard shaft. Keeping pressure on his cock, she enjoyed the feel of his veins and ridges on her tongue as she worked almost half his straining meat into her mouth.

"Faaaaarrrrckkk..."

His pre-cum was like silk on her tongue. She wanted to savour it. But despite her warnings, she knew that Joshua would explode too soon. So, feeling empowered in her new role as a sinful slut, she carried on consuming that youthful member.

"Urrrrghhh.... ohhhh..."

Almost the best part was the way young Joshua's hips lifted from the lounge. The experience was incredibly intense for him. And his instinct made him want to fuck that sweet mouth. Veronica was exhilarated to feel the young man so desperate for her mouth. Her own instinct kicked in -- self-preservation saw one hand move to his thigh and the other grip the base of his manhood. Much better this way to enjoy his lovely, thick meat and the delicious throbbing as she began to move up and down.

"You shouldn't.... oh... you shouldn't do this..."

Veronica knew exactly what she needed to do. This young man had to learn the benefits of sexual freedom. And he needed to share that with his future wife. To let her enjoy his cock in all its god-given glory.

"Hmmmm... faaaarrrckkk..."

It happened. He stiffened. His hips flexed as he tried to drive his organ into the mouth of the waiting older woman. Veronica felt it like a moment of beauty, of purity, as the young man exploded in her mouth.

"Argghhh... arghhh..." he almost squealed with unadulterated joy.

Blast after blast filled her mouth. The throbbing of his shaft told of his great lust for her mouth. And the pumping of his warm semen was all about the power of a young man. How intoxicating it was to experience his passion so intimately, to feel him empty his balls over her tongue. Just as with Mr Richards, she slurped down the warm semen, each blast followed quickly by the next, as if she was filling her belly. Like with all men, his orgasm finished way too soon. Was that the reason a woman needed to suxk cocks so often?

More important right then was her bliss at giving such pleasure to young Joshua. And to have given a lesson he'd never forget.

"Oh, sweetheart," she murmured to him. "You did so well. That was wonderful."

"Mrs Simpson..."

"You were perfect. And I loved every part of that."

She was aware of how his orgasm felt so much like Mr Richards'. And, yet, so different. Each cock was unique. And so was each man. That, too, was an important lesson. Veronica Simpson still had to decide what she thought about the taste of a man's cum. Joshua was not too bad, she decided. Perhaps with more practice she'd reach a view about Mr Richards' taste.