The Simpsons

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

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"I want to know about sex."

Rose Simpson had built-up to this moment. This declaration in front of Mr Richards. She knew she was quivering as she said it. Just saying it out loud cold have been a sin in the eyes of her small church community. Her crazy mother had put her up to this. But it was more than curiosity. She really needed to know. With her marriage coming up in a few months, her upbringing in the church had left her woefully unprepared.

"I am happy to be a teacher," came his reply from a rather surprised Greg Richards.

Greg knew that Rose already had on-line porn as her teacher. She must have seen countless sex scenes, cock-sucking and wild sex play. And he knew that her request had been instigated by the mother, Veronica. She'd actually suggested it to Greg when they first fucked -- an illicit and very welcome affair that Veronica seemed very keen on. It might be perverse to play with the daughter on the side. But Rose was even prettier. A little taller and with her own killer, slender body.

Rose was more than relieved by his calm response. Not least because she was as horny as she thought possible without actually dying. She'd been a good girl for the church but all of her university friends had regular sex with their boyfriends and Rose didn't think she could survive until her wedding night.

"But what do you need to know?" he asked. "I mean, there's your friends. And your mother."

Rose knew only tidbits from her friends outside the church. She assumed it would be shameful to inquire. Her best friend, Cassie, talked about marriage - and sex -- all the time. But she, too, had no real idea of what it would be like. Except that Cassie was convinced that it would be boring (or worse) for a woman to have sex with her husband. Rose's mother had practically confirmed the bad news.

"Don't people these days use google as their sex ed?" Greg wondered aloud.

He had been making the most of her sitting so close. She was very attractive and her long, blonde hair smelled rather nice. He wondered if her tits might be bigger than the mother's. And surely they'd be more perky.

The younger woman tried to explain that watching sex scenes had only made her more nervous about her wedding night. How could she be sure that she'd do as well as those people on-line? What if she was no good at sex and pleasuring her husband to-be? Watching was one thing -- what she had been hoping for was some hands-on practice.

"Joshua kisses me sometimes," she conceded to the older man. "I guess its OK. But he never wants to do more. He insists on us being virgins at our wedding."

"Hmmmm... well, kissing is pretty tame. But isn't he right?"

"I... I don't know any more. I don't want to wait and find out that sex is bad. That I can't please my husband." She paused, waiting to say the thing that really was on her mind. "Or find out that he cannot pleasure me."

"You are a beautiful young woman," Greg repeated. "And there is a lot to explore about sex."

He drew himself closer to Rose as they sat on his comfy lounge. He was more than twenty years her senior -- not so old as Veronica had assumed. And he'd had some experience with virgins in his younger days. He could not tell how curious Rose was. Or whether she'd think any move by him was some kind of church crime.

"Kissing is good," he offered. "Shall we kiss and you can tell me if it feels good?"

Rose had expected that she'd be repelled by a man so much older than her. Surely it would feel disgusting. But Mr Richards, the man that so many church women swooned over. Older, worldy, tanned and muscular -- not at all like her bookworm fiancé. None of the other woman had gotten so close to this tainted fruit. Except probably her mother? That only made the young woman more determined to get her own share of the pleasures offered by the sexy Mr Richards. She let him slip one arm around her and turned to him. God knew that she needed to be kissed properly and she greedily pressed her lips to his.

"Hmmmm... you're a very nice kisser," he murmured to young Rose.

She squirmed a little at such praise. And admired his technique, immediately assessing it as superior to Joshua's kisses. That had something to do with her almost constant state of arousal. And the sheer excitement of being so intimate with a man desired by so many women. Greg could see that she was fit to pass-out from the excitement, like many a virgin, which overcame his minor misgivings about making out with young Rose. He could see that she would benefit from a little more practice.

"Lets try something," he suggested.

Holding her face gently, he resumed their kissing. Greg knew that his teaching would be easier once he got her heart racing. This time he used his best technique, warm and fleshy kisses as he slowly coached her so that she'd accept his tongue in her mouth. The young woman clearly enjoyed it, responding with enthusiasm as she found proof that her future husband might not be the best lover she could choose.

"So good," she panted. "Hmmmm... I really like that."

She gasped when he kissed her face and then slowly worked to her ears and down her neck. Rose had dreamed of such sensuous play but had assumed Joshua would never know how. She found herself moaning as the older, experienced man kissed her in places that made her pussy throb.

"I really love that... hmmm... good teacher..."

"Now lets try it like this," he suggested.

Rose was agog as the sexy Mr Richards stripped off his t-shirt. Already she'd seen more of him than any other woman in the church (possibly not counting her own mother). The hard, tanned body was almost too much for the young virgin. That was even more so when her guided her hands to his hairy chest and resumed their kissing. With him being half-naked, and so relaxed about Rose touching him, the young woman was feeling giddy. The dirty old man was seducing her and, she had to admit, she was more than ready for that as his kisses moved below her neck.

"Does your fiancé go further than this?"

"No. Never," she managed to reply.

Rose was not ignorant about the throbbing in her cunt. Or the wetness she could feel. But even Joshua did not make her feel so aroused.

"He... he says we have to wait," she said breathlessly.

"Its up to you what you want next."

Rose did not want to wait. Josh was foolish. The church was wrong. She wanted whatever Mr Richards was offering. Moving fast, not wanting to change her mind, she quickly unbuttoned her shirt. It was so sexy and so liberating to give such access to a man.

"You are so gorgeous," he moaned.

Now his kisses fell to just above her cleavage. Then to the fleshy sides of her breasts. He was not lying about her beauty. He just did not want to rush her. But Rose was feeling the need to respond to his touch - and to his kind words. In a move she'd often rehearsed in her mind, she deftly removed her bra so that her B-cup tits spilled into the fresh air.

"Oh... fuck... you're amazing," he breathed.

Rose loved hearing such praise. Her fiancé had never given himself the chance to find out. She did not really understand boys, it was true. But she knew her boobs were about the same size as her mother's. The nipples were a little bigger. And she was more pert, her handfuls of flesh jutting out proudly. Greg was even more turned-on than Rose.

"Fuck... oh, you are gorgeous," he groaned before gently shifting his weight over her.

"Aaaahhh... Mr... Mr Richards..." she gasped.

Her young, pert tits were so precious. Greg could only try to restrain himself as he worked on pleasuring Rose. He knew it was working because her small body was tensing and arching against him. And because of her dirty mouth as he gently massaged those virginal B-cups. Sucked her hard pink nipples into his mouth in just the way she'd wished her fiancé would. Flicked his tongue over her teats so that she would writhe a little harder.

"Fuck..." she gasped. "Oh shit... ohhhh fuck... fuck, Mr Richards..."

"Do we need to stop?" he asked her at one point. "Cos of your fiance?"

"Don't stop... don't stop... oh, fuck..."

Rose definitely did not want stop. The older man was as perfect a lover as she'd imagined. The delight and the pleasure he was giving her was all that she had wanted. And needed. His mouth was glorious on her young tits. At last she was finding out how good sex could be. Josh was not important next to that. The church teaching even less. Not when she could feel the pooling pool of her cunt juices.

"You're so hot," Greg told her as he really enjoyed her perky B-cups.

His own cock was raging in his pants. This one was even hotter than the mother. Virgin or no, she'd have to be fantastic in his bed. But he knew enough to take his time. Holding her tighter with his muscles, he paid close attention to her body as she heaved in his arms.

Rose was loving being appreciated physically. She told herself that this was how a real man behaved with an eager woman. And his praise turned her on even more. The flicking of his tongue on her hardened nipples was becoming too much to withstand. But she knew this feeling well.

"Ohhh... ohhh... Mr... oh, fuck..."

"Hmmmm. Yes."

"Urggggnh. Ooooh."

It was a small orgasm even by Rose's standards. But she was astonished and prideful at her body responding like that to Mr Richards. And she kept on moaning as he slowed his suckling now. For Greg knew all about that kind of reaction, the gentle almost faraway orgasm for a woman who could enjoy her tits being pleasured like that. And a young virgin might need a little time to take it all in. Perhaps to recover for more. He was her teacher, after all.

"I've wanted this so bad," she mewled to him, head now resting on his manly, hairy chest.

"Well, you asked me to show you. We should not think of this as cheating. Or sin."

He was trying to channel her mother. Hoping that Rose, like Veronica, would not be racked with guilt. And, thus, willing to learn some more. But Rose already knew what she thought. It felt so warm and safe to be lying with the older man, fingers playing with his manly chest and his greying hair.

"I don't care about any of that," she said brashly. "I know what's right for me."

Greg had no wish to argue. Like Veronica, the daughter was a confident woman. He had joined their small church community looking for a change from the rest of the world. But that was no reason for these women to go without the experiences and pleasures enjoyed by women beyond those boundaries.

"I should touch you," she said in a soft, small voice.

"Hmmm... well, you don't need to do that."

"Josh never lets me. Well, not properly."

Not one to miss an opportunity, Greg eased the young woman's hand over his crotch. He was as hard as ever, straining against his jeans. Thrilled by his being so open, she grinned wildly as she rubbed the bulge. Now was her chance to grab an opportunity.

"Can I really touch it? You know?..."

"This really is your first?"

"Uh huh."

As soon as Greg moved to unzip his jeans, Rose slipped to the floor between his knees. He wondered if that was something that ran in the family. She was oblivious to that, of course. Her thought was to imitate what she'd seen in porn. Plus she already could guess that this was the best way to see a real cock up close.

"Oh, fuck... I love it," she gasped aloud. "Is it big?"

"Ha ha... maybe a little more than average. Bigger for a sexy young woman."

"Can I touch it?"

Eager, untutored, she grabbed his hard cock with both hands and began to jerk it hard. Greg understood but placed his hand gently over hers. Rose was embarrassed by her clumsiness but she had the rudiments and his teaching soon had her providing a more than pleasant hand-job. The virginal Rose would improve but for now it was more than satisfying to receive her best efforts.

"Yes... yes... good... that feels good."

"I had no idea... so hard... but so soft as well."

"You'll be able do this all the time for your husband."

"Am I doing it right? What else do I do?"

"Kiss it if you want. Kiss the head."

Rose did want -- very much. Of course she knew about oral sex and her enforced abstinence had only made her more desperate to experience it. The idea of mouths and genitals might be "dirty" but a mystery she had been committed to exploring. If only Joshua has given her the chance. She enjoyed her first touch of lips on a man's cock. Perhaps soon he'd put it in her mouth. But she was concerned to follow his teaching. So she kept the second kiss to the top of his shaft, just below that exciting mushroom head.

"Good girl. Good girl. Just keep stroking. You can squeeze a little harder."

"Will you cream?" she asked breathlessly.

Greg did not doubt that it was possible. Looking down he saw a topless young woman eagerly stroking his cock. Her tits were moving delightfully as she worked his shaft. He could not have known how aroused, and wet, Rose was feeling as she took in this long-awaited thrill.

"We don't have to do that," he offered gallantly. "Not tonight."

He did, however, explain the clear pre-cum that was starting to ooze from his pee hole. Rose was very excited by that, as well. Carefully, she followed his instructions on using her thumb to play with the sticky stuff. That way, as he explained, she did not need to interrupt her pleasuring of his shaft.

"I want you to cream. Please."

"Oh, fuck... yes," he groaned. "Maybe you'd better move up here so you don't get the mess."

He was trying to be gentle with the first-timer. Some women might react badly to having a man shoot semen everywhere. But Rose made a quick judgement in her fevered mind. Watching a man blast his cum was exactly what she was hoping for. And there were so many options. Having her boobs splattered would be fun for her first time. Experienced women received it in their mouths and she'd tried to imagine how satisfying that would be.

"Cream on my face," she told the shocked Greg Richards.

"Ummm... your first time? That's too much."

Rose did not know it yet, but she was learning what so many women knew when it came to men and their cocks. Often they had the power and men gladly would do whatever a woman asked. Especially for the reward of a massive climax as she worked his straining cock. And her hand was still working his shaft.

"Make me a woman. Cover my face."

"Fuck... not saving it for Joshua?..."

"He'll never let me do it," she panted to the older man.

"Fuck... you are so amazing..."

"I know guys love it. Teach me how," she begged as she hopefully stroked his throbbing cock.

"I can't believe this..."

"Cream on my face, Mr Richards."

"Faster," he panted weakly. "A little faster."

Usually Greg preferred to delay his climax. This was not such an occasion. She was so sexy with her bare tits and her small hand around his shaft. And he thought it best not to wait lest her arm get tired -- or the young woman change her mind. Although Rose was feeling more confident now. And more determined to extract his load. Even she could see that the sexy older man was close to losing control. Oh lord, how she'd dreamed of this moment. He was shuffling his hips forward, bringing the tip of his cock closer to her.

"Good girl... keep going..."

"Cream for me. I want it on my face."

"Closer..." he gasped

"So hot," she breathed in response.

"Arghh... here... now..."

The final twitch of his cock heralded an amazing orgasm for the older man. And then he was blasting his cum directly onto her young face. Rose really was perfect, keeping him pointed directly at her young, sweet face. She wanted to catch all of it. The first jet was so fast, so full, but she'd been watching porn intently for tips. She would never forget that first time a man shot cum onto her face and the seeming power of his orgasm. The next blast joined the first, sending another thick rope of semen over her face and into her hair. She had closed her eyes from instinct which was well since the third blast sprayed on an angle across her nose and one eye. Rose was so pleased that a man wanted her like that, as a cum slut just as she'd seen on-line. She was thrilled to be the target of his orgasm. And she was still stroking, wanting to milk him.

"Fuck... fuck..." he was gasping.

Rose thought his intensity was wonderful. And her own power over his cock was even more to be savoured. She was still jerking him as he continued shooting against her face and smaller wads of warm cum landed on her face, her neck and on her heaving breasts.

"Did I do it right?" she asked as she finally released his spent cock.

"Oh, fuck... you are the most perfect young woman."

What else could he tell her after her first facial. Not to mention that she really did look beautiful with a full load of ball juice splattered across her face and stuck in her blonde hair. Rose giggled at his praise. It was something she'd yearned for but her fiancé would never give.

"Its all over me, Mr Richards."

"I think... that's the idea..." he panted.

"I love it on my face."

"A young woman and a facial. You look so pretty."

"That was amazing," she panted. "Better than I expected."

Greg was already thinking that he'd not be so cautious about teaching Veronica. Or maybe the mother would not be so bold. But now he could teach both of them about sexy fun.

"I didn't know if you would do that," Rose as chattering excitedly. "But men like sluts. Don't they?"

"Some do. And I am certain your husband will be very happy with his wife."

Rose scoffed at that. But she accepted the t-shirt that Mr Richards proffered, proudly showing her wet and sticky face as she cleaned up. Yes, she'd be married soon but it seemed best to collect the maximum fun possible before then.

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The next day, Rose was studying in the library when her best friend came calling. Cassie was pleased that it was only Mrs Simpson who was home. The young dark-haired woman had gleaned that Mrs Simpson was willing to discuss taboo matters -- including what Cassie might do about bedroom pleasures in her future marriage.

"Is it really true that the wives all have a bad sex life?" she asked the older woman.

"Well, I am sure most of us find a way to enjoy it," Veronica replied, trying to be diplomatic.

In truth, she was surprised that Cassie had not garnered more experience. The church was firm in telling all the young people that sex outside of marriage was a terrible sin. But Veronica knew one or two who'd succumbed to temptation - as secretly as possible, of course. And Cassie would have had no shortage of temptation from her university circles. Her double-F breasts would have been attracting plenty of attention. She had rather a lovely figure overall, a little plump but nicely curved. Veronica was reminded, not for the first time, of a very close friend from her own university days.

"And most couples fool around a little after the engagement," she went on. "You know -- kissing and touching."

"Isaac is convinced we shouldn't do anything till we're married. Doesn't even like to kiss."

"Oh dear," said a surprised Veronica. How could that young man stay away from his gorgeous fiancé? "Well, I know a few girls secretly explore with their friends. I'd kinda assumed you and Rose would have practiced kissing."

Veronica had a quick flash of her own experiences. That close friend from her uni days had gotten very close, indeed. It was a dare that had started them kissing one another. That had progressed to swapping tips on better technique. It was not surprising, she later realised, that a few tipsy nights had resulted in them going quite a bit further.

"Oh really? Yeah, I've heard that," said a now flustered Cassie. "But I couldn't ask Rose. I don't want her to think..."