The Simpsons

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

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Veronica Simpson had not told Greg about her encounter with her future son-in-law. She reasoned that he only needed to know about her lust for his own cock. Sucking young Joshua had been an unexpected thrill. What would happen if her secrets ever got out? But it had confirmed what Veronica already knew -- she loved hard cocks. Maybe that was the inevitable result if having been denied such pleasures. Now the senior church woman was on her knees, naked with a man who was not her husband, as she stroked and sucked a gorgeous six-plus inch erection.

"You really like sucking my cock?" he groaned to her.

"I wish I could do it every day," she replied while slurping.

"You sure the other church women are not like you?"

Veronica seriously doubted it. Some might be willing to fellate their husbands but few would be so brave as to initiate oral sex.

"It turns me on. I can't help it."

"Show me," he challenged her with a moan. "Tell me how wet you are."

It was the first time Veronica had ever touched herself while with a man. She was a little embarrassed to do such a private thing. But his voice was almost commanding. And what could be the harm? It was a whole new pleasure to experience. A single finger in her slit confirmed that she was beginning to leak as she enjoyed his throbbing member in her mouth.

"I'm wet," she murmured. "I am so sinful."

"Keep touching," he told her. "I bet that's what you do at night."

Veronica blushed with shame. It was true, after all. In bed, she thought about his hard cock inside her and her lust caused her to commit sin. It was so wrong. Or maybe it was simply what any grown woman needed. And Mr Richards was right -- her cunt was beginning to ache with need.

"Hmmmm..." she moaned around his shaft.

"Share the fun," he urged her. "Finger yourself while you suck my cock."

Her fingers moved to her swollen clit. She had to admit that it was a welcome relief to be able to play with her pussy. The tingling was out of control as she stretched her mouth around his erection. And it was not at all scary as he placed a hand on her head, slowly forcing himself deeper into her mouth. The church woman had watched on-line with envy as other women experienced that kind of lust from men with their gorgeous dicks. A face-fuck was the kind of teaching she had wished for.

"Yeah... go on... pleasure that cunt," he groaned. "You are the perfect slut."

"Hmmmphh... hmmmmph..."

"You're so wet... you love a cock in your mouth."

"Hmmmmmmm...."

"Cum for me, Mrs Simpson. Cum while I fuck your mouth."

She was overcome by the wickedness of a man forcing his erect dick into her mouth. It was impossible to know whether to focus on his cock or on her throbbing clit. Luckily, he was in control, thrusting into her mouth as she desperately rubbed her clit faster. Her orgasm exploded and it was only natural for Veronica to want to free herself, to cry out the sounds of her orgasm. But Mr Richards kept her trapped on his cock. She was made to keep her mouth stretched around his meat even as she cried out her release. And she couldn't stop, teasing herself to a second, powerful orgasm. The result was an even more intense climax. Veronica no longer could deny that she was, after all, a cock slut.

Panting, still throbbing in her cunt, she was pulled to her feet by the powerful Mr Richards. He was so much bigger than her. And his strong muscles put her at his mercy. Suddenly he was lifting her into the air. Veronica had not been picked up like that since she was a small child. Her nakedness felt even more obvious. Instinctively, she wrapped her small legs around his waist. Which was just what he'd wanted.

"Gonna fuck you," he grunted.

"What? Oh..."

"That's it. Open wide," he murmured as he fumbled to place his cock against her soaking entrance. "Lovely shaved cunt."

"OH!... oh no... faaarrrrckk..."

"Good girl. Slowly. Yeah, relax and sink down."

She was small enough that he was able to hold her in his arms as he lowered her onto his staff. And wet enough that his fat dick could slide deep inside her church-going hole. Veronica was impaled fully, his balls touching her shaved cunt lips. And Greg started to swing his hips. She was in mid-air and being fucked.

"What?... fuck... what?... ohhh..."

"Feel it? Feel my cock filling you up?"

"How?.. how?... oh, I'm going to..."

"Yeah... so good... yeah. Ride my cock."

"Ohhh... faaarck... oh, fuck me..."

Veronica could not believe what he was doing to her. But she knew that no church wife had ever experienced a coupling like this. She was in awe of his powerful body. Or was it his fabulous shaft that he was using like a piston inside her cunt? She could, not stop cumming as he bounced her up and down. How could sex be this good?

"Turn around," he gasped to her." Turn around," as he lowered her to the floor.

Veronica was hungry for more. Luckily she understood his intent. She let the sexy, tanned Mr Richards spin her around and bend her forward - over the bed with her bottom presented to him. There was barely time to spread her feet wider before he was invading her cunt again.

"Oh... yes, I love this... yeeesss..."

Fucked from behind, doggy-style -- the church leader knew she loved this position perhaps best of all. She loved the way he thrust fully inside her. And the way his balls swung against her shaven lips. Not to mention the sheer animal joy of being fucked when she was so available, vulnerable to the powerful Mr Richards. There was no question this was the best fucking of her life.

"Oh lord... oh,,, I... I love this... oh, fuck me..."

He gladly rammed into her. The mirror on the wall showed the way her small tits bounced and jiggled with each thrust. Mrs Simpson did not realise she was putting on a show like that but she, too, enjoyed the way her made her body respond. The sensation of her swinging boobs made her feel more woman than any time in her long distant marriage. This was what a real man did.

"You do love it," he grunted. "Love being fucked from behind."

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

She was cumming hard. Somehow Veronica was always horny these days. Always read to explode for Mr Richards. She could do nothing but enjoy the ride, letting his grip her waist as he aimed his thrusting deep inside her church-going cunt. At least he'd found an apartment far from the church -- she could not have stopped others from hearing her noisy climax.

"Fuck... I need to stop... I can't hold it."

"Don't stop," she gasped, driven mad by the thought he'd cum inside her.

"Wanna give you my load."

At that, Veronica had a sudden need.

"Mouth... mouth..." she groaned.

Reluctantly, Greg released her and watched in amazement as the once demure church woman spun to her knees, facing him. He'd not been sure that she really enjoyed his cumming her mouth.

"In my mouth," she rasped. "Give me that load in my mouth."

Veronica thought about how she was back in her starting opposition. Kneeling with a man's hard dick in her mouth. Her need for his cum was greater than her need for orgasms. Yes, she could have cum still more on his amazing dick. But he was throbbing and twitching and even the church woman knew that Mr Richards was very close. Only this time he was not holding her head or driving his shaft into her mouth. She was intoxicated by the thought he was giving her control over his manly orgasm.

"Give me everything," she grinned as she slowly stroked the base of his straining cock.

"Every drop, sexy woman."

She closed her lips around the head of his cock. Enough to pleasure him and enough to make sure his cum blasts would land on her tongue. She wanted to taste him properly this time.

"Urrrrghhh... any second... ready..." he warned her.

The first spurt was pure delight. A long, warm stream across her tongue. Thick and quite tasty, Veronica thought. It was incredible to feel her own power, the sense of her control, over the man's orgasm, as his shaft twitched again between her lips and sent a second wonderful blast of semen into her soft mouth. By now she was forced to swallow but, after all, that was part of the fun.

"Urghh... fuck... cumming... take it..."

It occurred to Veronica that all church wives would be happier if they could experience their husbands like this. Surely none did, being too prim for such lewdness. She enjoyed the thought that she alone swallowed the semen of her lover as Greg pumped still more of those strong jets into her mouth.

"Fuck...you are so sexy..."

She smiled at his pleasure. The way he so desperately used her moth for his sinful needs. And she cupped his balls, nicely shaven, hoping that night stimulate still more cum into her mouth. She was swallowing it all but only after letting each fresh spurt lay on her tongue. Instinctively she felt that his stuff was something to savour. And why not prolong the joy for them both? Perhaps, if there was a next time, Joshua might prefer a slower, more casual end to oral sex.

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Veronica was hoping for more fucking but she guessed that he needed the time to recover. The truth was she was constantly horny when she was with Mr Richards. But unlike her husband -- and surely all the husbands - he understood that a woman could also enjoy lying naked with a man and being held and caressed. It felt good to lie close to her lover. To be kissed gently. And feel him enjoying her body as he stroked her soft skin, caressed her breasts and gently squeezed her tight little bottom. Her former husband had usually rolled off her and gone to sleep. Which had convinced Veronica that the men in her church knew nothing about sex -- and almost nothing about intimacy.

Mr Richards made ger feel wanted, and safe, and he allowed her powerful curiosity to surface. There were things she needed to know from the experienced man.

"That time when you licked me. You know... my bottom... why did you do that?"

"You wanted to learn things. I wanted to try that and I thought you'd enjoy a new experience."

"Was it bad? I always thought it would be horrid."

"You tasted good. I love all your holes. And you enjoyed it. So why not?"

"But what next? I mean... do you want more?"

"Oh. You're asking about anal sex? Do I intend to fuck your sexy little butt?"

"I don't know if I can. But I suppose... you've had many women. I guess they all were OK about your dick in that place?"

"I was not expecting you to do that," he answered her truthfully. "Lots of women never try it.'

"It seems... gross. And painful. You're so big."

Her small, naked body had been doing its trick and making him slowly harden. Her firm, rounded bottom was sexy in his hands -- even if he would never slide his cock in there. But now that she was so keen to discuss sex, his cock had begun to stir once more.

"You don't have to let a man fuck you in the arse," he said gently. "But lets try something else."

Veronica was excited by his growing erection. Just the thought of more sexual pleasure from the tanned, muscled Mr Richards was making her cunt moist. And she loved the way he used his strength to roll her onto her tummy. What would he do next? Part of her lusting for Mr Richards was that he had so many experiences to offer. And that he was so ready to take the lead in their sex play. She felt her cunt tingling as he got behind her and pushed her pale legs apart.

"Oh, Mr Richards," she moaned with need as he carefully pulled her cheeks wide. "You are so bad."

"Lets try a little more," he whispered. "But tell me when to stop."

She had no intention of stopping him once he began to lick softly at her tight anus. The church elder had done some research and discovered that women had many nerve endings in that region. And his warm, soft tongue seemed able to find them all. The whole thing was so dirty but she felt her body relax as she began to embrace this new pleasure.

"That's so bad," she moaned. "It feels so good."

It got even better when he began to stroke his fingers over her shaven mound. And to tease along the cleft of her cunt lips.

"Mr Richards... ohhhhh..."

He pressed his tongue into her anus at the same moment he touched the entrance to her cunt. Honestly, Veronica could hardly tell which was better. Her lower parts seemed to be one mass of nerve endings and sexy pleasure. It was just thrilling to be so vulnerable and exposed. Her former husband had never put her in this physical position. Mr Richards and his plans were a mystery and that made it all the more thrilling.

The truth was that Greg had not had sex with as many women as the church people had assumed. And mostly it had been tame, vanilla stuff. Not that he'd ever been disappointed. But he was in his late forties and here was a woman -- maybe a few years younger - wanting to experiment for the first time. Her arse really did not taste too bad. And it was obvious that she was on her way to a new orgasm as he played in her wet cunt hole.

SiIently, he flipped Veronica onto her back. A pillow was forced under her butt. She eagerly opened her legs for him, ready for more of that delightful oral sex. On the edge once more with Mr Richards, Veronica let her head fall back to the bed as her sinful lover lowered his face to her steaming snatch.

"Oh, fuck... god, yes... I need that..."

He was already working his tongue into that sopping hole. Then he touched a finger against her wet, freshly-tongued anus.

"Ohhh,.. what?... Mr Richards..." she groaned, almost in protest.

"I won't hurt you," he promised. "Try something new."

"Ohhh.... please..." she groaned again, in fear and in wonder.

This was new to Greg as well. But he pressed his tongue into her cunt at the same time as he began to press past the soft flesh surrounding her backdoor. Being wet and warm, he had to hope she'd open for him as easily as her cunt.

Veronica was astonished and confused. It was hard to decide what was being touched by what. And what felt good or, maybe, did not. But Mr Richards was taking the lead. It was his lesson to her. And there was no denying how good he was making her body feel.

"Pleeeeeaseee... ohhhhhhh..."

Greg was in unexplored territory and loving it as well. He quickly worked out a rhythm, moving his mouth between Veronica's clit and her cunt hole while slowly pulsing his finger in her anus. Eager to keep his promise, he was only applying gentle pressure, barely inside her backdoor.

"What are you?... oh, that feels strange... my lord... both holes..."

Veronica would have thought it a filthy thing to have a man press a finger into her bottom. It was unexpectedly enjoyable. His mouth on her pussy was the trick. He'd planned it so as to get his filthy way. But the strange sensation was making her cunt more sensitive. His finger slipped a little deeper and the intrusion was awkward -- she felt like she needed the toilet. Those nerve endings she'd read about were reacting in most unexpected way.

"Dirty man," she groaned.

Greg took the chance then to press deeper. Sucking on her clit, he felt her rear entrance opening for his finger -- so easily? With a flick over the tip of her clit, he made her buck her hips just as he pressed forward some more. Like that, his finger was in a woman's arsehole.

"Ohhh... that is so baaaad... I don't think I will cum..."

Who was she kidding? His mouth on her cunt was fantastic. And the feeling of her rear entrance being invaded was sending all kind of lovely jolts through her body. She still needed to use the toilet. But the combination with her throbbing cunt was irresistible. And Veronica knew, to her shame, that her hips were bucking against his mouth and his finger. Greg pressed a little deeper.

"Dirty man... don't stop... oh, my butt..."

Did she want more? Or maybe less? Greg had no experienced at this. The only thing he could do was guess and start to wiggle his finger in her tight, hot arsehole. And to really devour her gushing cunt. Veronica felt the extra movement, his finger massaging her sphincters. Somehow it made her cunt even more sensitive, more needy. She reached to down to pull his face closer. Lust was a sin but she was desperate for his mouth.

"Arrrgghhh... fuck... cummmminnngggg..."

Greg moved his finger in and out, fucking her tight hole. Why not take the chance? Veronica felt she was being violated -- and could not stop her orgasm.

"Dirty... oh, faaarrrckk... eat me... eat me..."

But Greg was unsure of her tight little butthole and how much stretching it could take. And his own needs had become rather pressing. So he left her holes and leapt on top of the tiny Veronica. She somehow sensed what was coming and opened her legs wider for him. The head of his cock was at her cunt entrance and she could wish for nothing so much as to take his meat fully inside.

"Please... fuck me... fuck me..."

He rammed forcefully, a single thrust forcing her sopping cunt to open for him, taking all his wonderful, hard cock deep inside.

"Sweet lord... I am a slut... I just want you to fuck me."

She felt out of control. The best screwing of her life. This big, hard man was on top of her and plunging his delicious cock in and out of her sacred entrance. Her cunt that ached so badly for him to punish with the power of his manliness.

"Use me... Use me..."

And he rammed her as hard as he dared. Enjoying her small body flailing underneath him and her juicy B-cups bouncing in time to his thrusting. Until he was ready for more - a new position. Holding her tight, he rolled them over and quickly Veronica realised he meant for her to sit on his big cock. Too aroused to be embarrassed, she let his dick fill her once more a she panted wildly.

"Rub that clit," he ordered her softly.

"Oh, no... its... I don't want..."

But he grabbed her B-cup tits in his hands and squeezed them gently. And Veronica realised that everything he did to her felt so amazingly good. How could she deny this man? So her hand snaked down and one finger found her engorged clit. The touch of her finger was heavenly -- she could not stop her gasp of pleasure. At that moment, Greg started to flex his hips and drive his big, hard dick up into her cunt. Which caused Veronica to lose control all over again.

It was so sexy to be touching herself, down there, while a man watched. Specially while that same man was filling her with his thick erection. How wild she'd become. And her orgasm proved it. Greg loved it, too -- he'd rarely felt so free with a woman, so relaxed about giving what he wanted. He felt his own frenzy as he squeezed her tits harder. Time to flip her over and finish inside her, missionary-style.

"Cum in me... inside me," she begged as he almost threw her down on her back.

Veronica could hardly believe she could say such things. But she was feverish with lust. And eager for the purity of a man dumping the contestants of his balls inside her throbbing cunt. She loved the way he took control of her body, grabbing her ankles and holding her legs high.

"Sweet jesus... yes..." she gasped.

Her slender legs were too short for Greg to get her ankles onto his shoulders. But he gripped her ankles tightly as he resumed his hammering of her tight, church-going snatch. Splayed, hips tilted towards his thrusting, Veronica moaned non-stop as he pistoned into her. This was the passion she'd imagined. The fire in her hole that she'd craved. She was cumming just from his fucking. And the knowledge he was moments away from cumming.

"Use me," she urged him. "Fill me."

"What a church slut," he grunted. "Gonna blast it into you."

"Please... please give it to me... fill me."

"Take it... my cum... faaaaarrrrckkk..."

"Fuck me. Fuck me..."