The Simpsons

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

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"Mr Richards, I need to be fucked."

Veronica was on a high after her most recent sexual explorations. Sex with Greg Richards had been astoundingly good compared to the experience of her long-ago marriage. More, the once chaste church woman had discovered heaven on earth as she'd found herself in the role of sexual tutor for two young members of the congregation. But neither of her surprised pupils had satisfied her raging needs. Mr Richards was her teacher and Veronica needed another lesson, badly.

"Well, my... you've come to the right place," Greg said with surprise.

He still found himself astonished that the church he'd recently joined had provided a woman such as Mrs Simpson. She was horny and very forward. That was quite at odds with the persona she showed to other church members. He'd enjoyed their fucking since she was energetic and curious. And he was more than ready to introduce Veronica to still more sexual fun.

"No," she said firmly. "Not love making. Fuck me. Hard."

"Really?... you mean... hard?"

"I want it rough. Use me. Hurt me."

Greg looked down at the smaller woman with her short blonde hair and B-cup tits. Perhaps she did not really mean he should hurt her. He had no idea of why she was so horny and needy. But he had enough experience to read her body language.

"I'll fuck you hard. If you ask me again."

"Please, Mr Richards... please give it to me."

Hearing that, he was practically tearing at her clothes. She almost lost buttons from her shirt as he opened it brusquely. But her gasp was of pleasure. How Veronica had longed for this kind of passion from any man. She heard herself whimper as he undressed her roughly, ripping at her bra as he bared her firm B-cup tits. Her cunt had been throbbing and she felt that familiar wetness between her legs. And she was panting her arousal for the physical power he was displaying.

"Down," was his only command as he pressed on her shoulders.

"Yes, Mr Richards," she moaned as she sank before him.

Playing with Josh had been a wicked thrill. Still, she'd had to contain her desires for the virginal young man. He'd left her hungry and needing to be fucked. Without explaining all that, Veronica grabbed at the older man's jeans, quickly extracting his rock-hard member.

"Oh lord, I love this cock," she murmured.

"Suck it, slut."

"Yes, Sir."

Veronica was more than eager to swallow his cock. But Greg did not wait. As soon as her lips stretched around his cock her grabbed her head with both hands. She'd asked for it rough. He rammed his cock into that sweet mouth. And her eyes flew open with shock as she suddenly realised he had the power to choke her.

"Take it. Take it, slut."

She was more than happy to. And strangely excited to have no choice. She was naked, on her knees and this man who was not her husband was fucking her face. She knew that's what it was called. She'd watched those scenes often enough on her laptop. To be at the end of a man's thrusting, such energy, was just what she'd needed after pleasuring those young ones. All Veronica could do was try to keep the correct pressure with her lips.

"Want it hard, dirty slut? I'll fuck you good."

"Hmmmphhh..."

He towered over the smaller woman. Veronica had never felt so much at a man's mercy as now. His crude ramming of his cock in her sweet mouth was on the verge of making her gag. But he'd never felt bigger or harder in her mouth. It was a thrill to be used like that. Even when his fingers curled in her dark hair and he yanked her into his thrusting crotch.

"Aaarmmm..." she cried in protest.

"Suck it."

"Hmmmphhh..."

Veronica was a little shocked that the nice Mr Richards could be quite that rough. But she'd wanted this. The pain made it more intense, his energy matching her craving for release. His thrusting cock in her mouth was not comfortable since it was on the verge of making her gag. It was exciting to be overwhelmed by him.

"Had enough? Wanna stop?"

"Hmmmphhh..." she told him, grabbing at his butt with both hands to signal he should continue.

"Dirty slut," he growled as he thrust a little faster, his balls swinging under her chin as her tits bounced.

Veronica could only hope she was still using her mouth correctly. She guessed that he was happy to be using her so crudely. The power of his cock was intoxicating and she knew she was drooling as he roughly fucked her mouth. She had a brief flash of fear as he dragged her off the floor. Had she made a mistake? But it was only so he could turn her and force her body forward over the lounge, bending at her waist so that her holes were available. Accessible for him in a way her one-rime husband had never desired.

"Now you'll get it rough," he grunted as he slapped both sides of her bottom.

"Owww... oooohh..." she gasped at the pain.

Was that necessary? Is that what men did when having rough sex?

"Ohhh... please..." she whimpered as his fingers found her cleft and then her wet hole.

She was surprised by her own arousal, her response to being used so badly. She really did need his touch, however, and felt her legs opening wider as he started to jam two fingers into her tight cunt.

"Owww... ohhhh...." she protested as Mr Richards slapped her arse again.

Somehow the heat from his spanking made her cunt throb harder. His fingers were so deep inside her, thrusting so perfectly. Her vibrator had helped since the play with Josh but this was so much better. His fingering seemed the perfect solution to her aching need. And Mr Richards seemed eager that she should orgasm only minutes after she'd come in the door.

"Ohhh... don't stop" she begged. "Please..."

Greg knew better than to stop. The sexy church woman was cumming on his fingers. His response was to thrust faster and harder, feeling the spasming as her cunt muscles tried to grip around his fingers. His free hand pressed between her shoulders, forcing her lower so that there was no escape. Not that Veronica would have wanted any mercy.

"Yes, yes... ohhhhh..."

Veronica was in the delightful throes of orgasm. Enchanted by the rough pistoning of a man's fingers in her hole. So much better than her vibrator ever felt. She barely felt his change until suddenly she realised that he was in position to fuck her. His beautiful cock was pressing against her sopping hole. Happy to submit, she could only cry out her pleasure as that wonderful manhood was forced deep inside her throbbing cunt.

"Ohhh... pleeeeasse... yeesss..."

He was impatient for her tight tunnel. His big, hard dick was almost too much at first -- forcing her cunt muscles to open and stretch before they were quite ready for his size. Veronica loved being fucked from behind and she groaned with delight at the intensity of being filled like that. It might have hurt except that he had another handful of her short, blonde hair and was yanking her head back as he began to thrust. The pain was delicious, almost meeting the aching in her cunt. He had her pinned against the lounge as his thrusting became almost brutal.

"Faaarrckkk... ohhhhh..."

"Dirty slut," he gasped from behind.

She was a sexy woman and a daring lover. And she felt so good wrapped around his ramming cock. Veronica was glad to be taken like that. How many times she'd wondered how it might feel to be fucked hard. And how much she needed to be abused after her patience with the cock of young Joshua. Or was the discomfort simply her just desserts for being a wicked sinner?

"Owww... ooooh... yessss..."

He was slapping her butt again. Greg had never attempted this before so he was guessing about the force. But her small, sexy arse was rippling in time to his trusting. The naughty Mrs Simpson was helpless as the sharp sound of his spanking filled the room. But Greg saw that the spanking seemed to make her even more horny. Her moans of lust were louder still.

"Oh, fuck... cumming... oh, cumming..."

The spanking was almost distracting for Veronica. She was not enjoying it -- except that somehow the pain in her bottom made the throbbing in her cunt even more intense. There was no time to analyse as his powerful ramming in her pussy was making her orgasm in exactly the way a nice church wife should not. But it was precisely what she had needed from the sexy Mr Richards.

"Yes, yes... oh please... faster... faster... fuck me..."

It was liberating for the church woman to be bent over the lounge, fucked doggy-style as if she had no choice. She knew this was her favourite way to be fucked, taking him deeply and feeling every inch of that hard shaft as it moved like a piston. The slapping of his balls in her cunt lips was delectable.

"More... keep fucking... oh, lord..."

If it weren't so damn enjoyable, Greg might have thought about the risk of damaging Veronica and her hungry cunt. But she'd asked to be treated roughly, to be used. And that winking brown hole was more than tempting. Veronica was barely aware of the pressure against her backdoor. Too late -- or would she have protested at all?

"Oh... oh, what are... oh... ohhhh..."

His thumb was jammed into her anus now. Not that Greg craved anal sex. Nor expected that the otherwise demure Mrs Simpson would be grateful for the chance. But it was a thrill to take advantage of the lust-addled church woman. And Veronica, still of the mind that anal might be disgusting, was excited in equal parts by the naughtiness of the sexy man and the sensation of being filled in both holes.

"Oh, faaarrrrckkk... god... please fuck me..."

"So tight... both slutty holes."

She might have felt violated with another man but the fucking was perfect for Veronica. Just what she'd needed. The wickedness of his thumb in her butt added to the thrill of illicit pleasure. These days the church elder was more horny than ever. The priceless play with young Cassie had only made her more needy for cock. But young Joshua had filled nothing more than her mouth. A brutal, painful fuck was the perfect remedy. Greg, hardly believing his luck, was more than happy to give her what she asked.

"Get down," he ordered her after he'd emptied her cunt.

Since he was much more experienced than any male member of their church, Greg had understood when Veronica had exhausted her first round. Leaving her panting hard after those amazing orgasms, he pulled her to her knees -- a position Veronica clearly loved. She needed a break from fucking but his dick was still hard and throbbing. He let her panting subside just a little before he forced his cock into her mouth once more.

"This what you wanted?" he growled at her. "Hard and rough like this?"

It was an unfamiliar pleasure for Greg to handle a woman so roughly but Veronica was working his cock with her usual enthusiasm. He reached down and squeezed her B-cup tits. Her body always felt so good. How could it be that the other men of the church were so inept at pleasuring their wives?

"Good slut," he told her. "Good cock-sucker."

Veronica would never get tired of a hard cock in her mouth. Still recovering from his powerful screwing, she had the presence of mind to fondle the hairy balls as she enjoyed the taste of her cunt on his thrusting shaft. It still felt weird to take a dick into her mouth after it had filled her pussy. Though she enjoyed him even more after such a powerful screw. And she always delighted in playing her tongue over his ridges and dark veins. She knew that he would be aching with the need for his own orgasm. That beautiful cock would feel perfect as it erupted in her soft, warm mouth.

"I have a church meeting soon," she mumbled up at him.

"Want me to cum?"

"Hell, yes," she grinned. Blasphemy was becoming more casual for Veronica. "Blast it in my mouth."

Greg had other ideas. After all, the devout slut had asked for a hard fucking. He knew he was not done with that church-going cunt. With his height and strength, the senior church woman was easily thrown over the lounge once more.

"Oh... fuck," she breathed, thinking of her poor pussy.

Veronica was never going to try to stop Mr Richards. Being wanted, used, like that was a new and thrilling experience. Even better that he was taking her from behind, his cock buried inside her, touching parts of her cunt that had never felt a hard dick before. His wild slamming seemed to fill her entire body with a dull pain -- the kind that made her feel intimately connected to his wonderful manhood. Though she knew that his manhood would need more, already sensing that Mr Richards was ready to blast his cum into her. Veronica knew that his balls held a big load.

"Fuck, yessss..." she moaned as he filled her once more. "Cum inside me."

"You're so wet," he groaned as he gripped her small waist and plunged his length inside.

"I love... that hard... hard cock..."

What she also loved was the way his balls slapped against her cunt as he once more rammed hard and fast into her poor pussy. Veronica had not known what her body could do before Mr Richards had taught her. Now she was cumming again, helpless as he pounded her tight hole.

"Fuck.,, yesss... cum... inside meeee..."

"Ohhh... you church slut... take it... take my big load."

Greg had rarely enjoyed more the experience of emptying his balls inside a sexy woman. With permission to slam hard, he made sure to deposit his load as deep as he could. It was even more satisfying to hear the way Veronica was enjoying it. She could sense his orgasm as he reamed her from behind. Which of course had her cumming one more time on that naughty afternoon fuck.

When each had calmed down a little. Greg offered her his shirt to clean-up. He'd blasted deep but her tight cunt was struggling to hold his huge load of semen. Veronica, however, refused his offer and grabbed her underwear to get dressed.

"Better this way," she told him with a wicked grin. "I'll think about you during my meeting."

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"Mr Richards, I need to be fucked."

Greg was starting to wonder if Rose and her mother were swapping notes. He guessed that Veronica knew her daughter had taken up the suggestion for some "teaching" from the sexy older man. She'd never asked him about it. But here was her daughter again, some twenty years younger and just as sexy, repeating the same request.

"Now, Veronica. I'm sure you could ask your fiancé."

"Please, Mr Richards. I can't wait."

He was not sorry to hear that. The young woman was as pretty as her mother. She was just as small -- maybe a little taller but, if anything, more slender. Except for her tits. They seemed a little bigger than her mother's B-cups and certainly were more juicy and pert.

"I thought after your first lesson... you'd wanna share with Joshua."

"Already did," she blurted out. "Somehow he changed his mind. I jerked him off in his car."

Neither of them had any inkling that Mrs Simpson had been the cause of Joshua's change of heart. But Greg had assumed that Rose would have wanted a facial from her husband-to-be.

"Oh no," she explained. "It wasn't special. Not like with you."

Greg was not sure what to make of that comment. But now Rose had sidled closer to him and the feel of her small, young body in his arms was overcoming any resistance he might have felt towards her request.

"You still want to be a virgin for Joshua on your wedding night? But you're too horny to wait?"

"I don't wanna wait. And you're a good teacher. So my mum said..."

He took the virginal Rose in his arms and they kissed. She was already improving on that score. And he could feel the sense of urgency and need in her small body. But it was better to change the subject from Mrs Simpson.

"I can teach you some more," he whispered.

Rose was almost beside herself at his promise. She was easily led to his bedroom where he instructed her to undress him. Her trembling hands quickly revealed his tanned, muscled body. She wondered if Josh would ever be as comfortable being naked with his wife. Though she was more interested in Mr Richards' cock as it stood proudly to attention. Her fiancé was a good size but somehow she knew she could not get enough of Mr Richards manhood.

It was his turn to strip the young woman bare. Greg was gentle with the virginal Rose, unlike her mother the previous day. But she found herself getting wetter with every touch of the experienced, older man. Rose had never been fully naked in front of a man, not even her fiancé. And his soft touch and warm breath on her bare skin made it so easy. Not to mention that the older man made sure to tell Rose how gorgeous she looked as he removed every stitch of clothing.

In his bed, she snuggled into the hard muscles and the soft hair on his chest. Rose could feel her heart thumping - she still wished for Mr Richards to fuck her. She let him kiss her, soft and sensuous and she reached down for that amazing hard cock. Rose was sure that her mother already knew all about Mr Richard's staff and no doubt she been getting lots of pleasure from it. Wanting to show she was worthy of him also, Rose started to stroke the throbbing meat.

"Is this right?"

"That's great. Good girl. Here, let me show you..."

"I can feel it twitching. Like its alive."

"Good girl. Your hand is wonderful."

Eager to take his opportunity, Greg was already fondling those perky B-cup tits. They felt even juicier than the mother, the nipples larger and harder. And there was no doubt that young Rose was enjoying his massaging as her hand struggle to maintain its grip on his throbbing shaft. She moaned loudly as he rolled on top of her, taking her perky tits into his mouth and gently sucking.

"Mr Richards... so good... oh, I've wanted this so bad..."

"Show your fiancé," he mumbled as his mouth moved from one heaving tit to the other.

"He won't be this good... oh, I want you to fuck me, please..."

"Time to learn more about cocks?"

"Please... yes, please... teach me... anything..."

Quickly he sat her on the edge of the bed. He stood before her, his swollen meat in front of her face. Rose was in awe of the beauty of an erect penis. This one seemed thicker than Joshua but Rose realised she didn't care about which penis. She did not hesitate when he instructed her to kiss his hard cock. Nor when he told her to lick his shaft. And again, this time from bottom to top.

"I love it," she whispered, as if to herself. "I love cocks."

An eager a student. Not so different from the mother, Greg thought to himself.

"Want to suck it?"

"Yes... uh huh... but I'm afraid. What if I do it wrong?"

Greg could only give young Rose a warm smile as he guided her mouth to his throbbing cock. She was naturally tentative, not wanting to hurt him. But her lips slid easily over the velvet soft skin. Instinctively, Rose knew that it was right to let him fill her mouth. And he was so hard that the young woman had to let him force himself in.

"Like it?" he grunted.

"I love it. I can feel it throbbing. And the taste is good."

He grinned his approval and guided Rose's mouth back over his cock. Of course she knew the basics, having watched with envy as porn stars sucked on the most prodigious organs. And she'd been right that Mr Richards was a willing teacher, instructing her to maintain a firmer pressure with her lips as she began to move up and down that throbbing shaft.

"Good girl. You have a sexy mouth."

"I watched some porn. But you're my first."

"Urrrrrngghgh... yeah, its like your hand... start soft and then make your lips tighter."

Rose would take time to become expert in sucking cocks. Greg did not mind. He was surprised that a woman her age was only now getting her lips around a man's cock. But he was happy to tutor young Rose, helping the newbie learn how to use her soft, virginal mouth on his rod. He showed her how to grip the base of his cock and the right amount of pressure as she sucked and bobbed.