The Simpsons

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

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Greg Richards opened his door to two very attractive women. Veronica had promised she'd bring Cassie to visit. For more of his special teaching, she had said. He'd not really believed it could ever happen. Cassie, young and soon to be married, surely would not agree. And, yet, here was a smiling Veronica Simpson looking horny and very pleased with herself. And standing beside her was the very nervous and stunning looking Cassie.

Introductions weren't needed. Greg had met the younger woman in passing at church events. And of course he'd remembered her name - every man (and every woman) in the small church community knew about Cassie and her double-F tits. She carried them so well with her small, generous body giving her curves that complemented her massive chest.

"We are very shy, Mr Richards," Veronica was saying as soon as they were inside his small house. "But a little of your special teaching would help Cassie make a success of her wedding night."

"Perhaps you can show the way, Mrs Simpson," he offered while fighting his own desire. "I am sure Cassie wants to be a virgin for her husband on that special night."

That seemed to help Cassie relax a little. She'd been convinced by Veronica's ideas about curiosity and exploration. But she was earnest in wishing Isaac, her fiancé, to be the first man to enjoy her virginal pussy. Besides, she was like the other church women and well aware of Mr Richards and his sexy, hard body. No fucking did not mean that she had any objection to letting him get close, perhaps touching her in sinful ways.

Mrs Simpson led them all to the bedroom. She was feeling especially horny herself. It was something about the chance to have Mr Richards pleasure her body combined with the naughty deviance of helping young Cassie discover sexual ecstasy. Greg had been right about her taking the lead and she quickly move into an embrace with the handsome older man and began to kiss him deeply. The church community would have considered that slutty enough. Veronica was secretly thrilled to be kissing her secret lover in front of a witness.

"See, my darling," she murmured to young Cassie. "It can be simple to seduce a man into wonderful sex."

Cassie wanted to say something. But she was struck dumb by the sight of Greg pulling open the shirt of the older woman and grabbing at her breasts. Veronica had come prepared -- which was to say she'd come without underwear. She moaned her appreciation as Greg's now familiar hands began to stroke and squeeze her B-cup tits.

"Oh, Mr Richards... giving our young friend a real lesson..."

"I know her fiance cannot wait to do this to his bride."

Young Cassie had been feeling intensely nervous about this encounter. Partly about what Mr Richards might do to her. And largely because she felt as a virgin she was ill-equipped for him. What would she know about behaving sexually with an older, experienced man? Burt she could not help being turned-on by the display in front of her. And she moved without hesitation when Mrs Simpson beckoned her to join her embrace with the sexy older man.

"Start with a kiss," instructed Veronica.

Cassie was ready to press her mouth to the other woman's. But at the last second she realised that Mrs Simpson was guiding her deftly towards Mr Richards. Cassie almost held back -- he was so much older but Greg assumed it was her nerves that made her wait and gently pressed his mouth to hers. The simple act sent a burst of warmth through young Cassie. His kiss was so different to Mrs Simpson's and, yet, so familiar. It was the kiss of an experienced lover, the kind of kiss she'd yearned for Isaac to provide.

"Hmmm... that's lovely," Greg mumbled, unaware of the special teaching Veronica had given.

"She is a special young woman," grinned Veronica close by.

Mr Richards' kiss was all passion and sensuality and was captivating for young Cassie. He was making her turned-on in a way she'd not expected, enough to forget that she was in the bedroom of a man. She was helpless to protest or even flinch when she felt Mrs Simpson unbuttoning the shirt that tried to hide Cassie's massive tits. It didn't matter much since Cassie knew that she wanted what Mr Richards could give her. And she was so ready for him that she let his hands hold her waist gently as Mrs Simpson removed her bra -- exposing her double-Fs to a man for the first time.

"Oh, my lord... yes, she is very special," was all Greg could manage to say.

"Our young Cassie thinks her boobs are too big. No man would want them."

"Oh no. They are magnificent. Superb. And every man wants them."

Cassie was aware that Veronica was holding her tightly now. She turned her face and was met with the soft lips of Mrs Simpson, eager for her own kiss with the young woman. Cassie could feel how fast things were moving now. It made her a little afraid. But her own lust was rising fast and she sensed the wetness in her cunt.

"Your husband will want them," Greg was saying. "Perhaps he will start like this."

He was softly stroking his fingers across her tits, almost measuring the size of those massive jugs and testing the depth of her wonderful cleavage. And he was looking at Cassie intently, careful not to frighten her or to scare her. But what he saw was lust and need. He barely noted the lesbian kiss shared by the two women.

"And then perhaps he will want to show his appreciation in this way," Greg went on.

He leaned forward to begin gently kissing those big tits, heaving slightly now as Cassie began to pant with excitement. She was amazed at how good a man's mouth could feel on her skin. And she wondered whether she'd been foolish to wait so long. That was all forgotten as she felt Mrs Simpson's small hands reach from behind to caress and cup her F-cups tits. Almost as if she was presenting Cassie to her lover.

"Magnificent," breathed Greg, who could hardly believe that he was enjoying such a mighty pair of breasts. "And such lovely, hard nipples," he said before kissing each in turn and giving them a quick suck.

"You're doing so well, darling," Veronica whispered in Cassie's ear. "You see how excited and pleased he is?"

Cassie did not know how to answer. But the touch of the older man's mouth on her tits drew out a moan of pure sinful lust from inside her.

"Good, darling. But a husband deserves more. We show him what we want."

There was no mistaking the gentle pressure of Veronica's hands on Cassies shoulders. The two had discussed fellatio - how much Cassie craved and feared it and what was the best technique. In front of the older man her moment of truth had arrived. And Cassie was ready, sinking to her knees to show she was ready for his cock. Mr Richards was stripping off his shirt.

"Remember, darling," said Veronica. "You are safe here."

Wanting to please them both, Cassie quickly fumbled at his jeans and managed to extract his hard, six-plus inches of meat. She gasped with surprise and delight. This was her first real look at a live penis, an erect manhood that bounced and throbbed in all its glory. It seemed as powerful as Cassie had imagined.

"What do we say," urged Mrs Simpson.

"God... I... I love it..." breathed Cassie. It was no act on her part. She felt as if she'd waited forever for this moment. "Its wonderful."

She reached for it instinctively. As she'd wanted to do during that quick encounter at the uni party. But she was tentative, not sure what to do except that she didn't want to hurt the wonderful dick in her hand.

"Now your special teaching is called for, Mr Richards," Veronica was grinning to him.

Greg was extra hard knowing that his was the first cock Cassie had ever played with. It was almost an honour to teach the young virgin, showing her how to grip him gently and where to focus her pressure with her stroking. Cassie was wide-eyed about the whole thing - not least the fact that this man so casually allowed her to touch his manhood. And she still thought his dick was the most magnificent object. She was not even distracted by the passionate kissing that Mr Richards shared with a now fully-naked Mrs Simpson.

"Mr Richards is very well-equipped," Veronica commented, almost jealous that the younger woman was having his cock to herself. "So he's a perfect size for your first."

"Its lovely, Mr Richards. Its so hard. And I can feel it... throbbing."

"And look, darling," Veronica remarked. "See at the tip. The stuff oozing out... a man's way of telling you how good you make him feel."

"Believe me, Cassie," Greg moaned with delight. "You'll be perfect for your husband."

The young woman's mind was in a whirl. The experience was surreal as the three of them engaged in sex fun that had so far been forbidden to her. And that still should be off-limits and sinful - she was unwed and her fiancé was no more than a thought among the three of them. Yet, Cassie was afire with need and desire. Her two elders were gently guiding her. Somehow it all felt so natural and so easy to follow everything they said.

Mrs Simpson was much her tutor as the older man. At her urging, Cassie reached out with her tongue to the tip of that hard, throbbing pole. She'd read that pre-cum had no discernible taste and, just as she was instructed, she caught a little of the clear fluid on the tip of her tongue. Cassie was intrigued and she was filled with the joy of how much more she would explore and discover with her soon-to-be husband.

"Oh, perfect... darling, you are a natural," celebrated Mrs Simpson as the younger woman drew a single, thin strand of sticky pre-cum from his pee hole to her soft, young tongue.

Veronica lowered her slender body, kneeling behind the more generous curves of her younger play partner. She intended to give Greg a show as she once again caressed and fondled those huge tits. Which was not to say that Veronica was not enjoying groping the younger woman.

"Now your mouth, darling," she murmured to Cassie. "Show your man how much you want him."

"Suck it, girl," groaned Greg as if in desperation.

Young Cassie had imagined this moment so many times -- of course, usually it was Isaac who she had in mind. But that lovely, thick penis obviously needed her mouth and she tentatively opened wide and began to insert the throbbing member.

"Good girl," breathed Veronica from behind. "Close your lips around him. You're safe, darling. Hold him tight with your mouth."

Greg reached out, almost instinctively, to place a hand gently on the brown-haired head before him. He let Mrs Simpson do some of the coaching, so that Cassie knew to stroke his cock even as she moved her mouth along the shaft. But those soft, virgin lips were the most amazing as they wrapped around his throbbing meat.

"A little firmer... yes, now deeper," he moaned as he gently forced half of his length into the patient, waiting mouth.

Cassie was agog with the delight of her situation. She was a little afraid, naturally, of what she'd feel and what might happen. But the beautiful, hard dick seemed to slip so easily into her young mouth. It was nicely warm. It seemed to move and throb by itself. The porn she'd watched had not prepared her for that. Nor the way his veins and ridges moved across her tongue. Holding him firmly, she gazed up at Mr Richards, hoping for affirmation. He gently pulled her mouth back over his erection, letting her hear his guttural sound as he casually pleasured his cock in her sweet mouth.

"Yes darling," Veronica whispered in her ear. "Your first time. We worship our husband so he knows to take good care of us in bed."

It was, indeed, her first time and Cassie quickly forgot her thoughts about oral sex being "dirty". She knew in herself what a triumph it was to take a big cock in her mouth. Mr Richards clearly was loving what she did even though she was a true novice. His thrusting was a little scary, encouraging her to continue stroking his base. But his hardness convinced Cassie that she'd want her husband use her mouth the same way.

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Soon they were in bed together. Cassie was thrown by the fact they were all naked, together in Mr Richards' large bed. She'd never even thought she'd be totally undressed when having sex with her husband. And she was very self-conscious of her own body, the plump flesh and the generous curves made her feel fat next to the slender Mrs Simpson. Greg, however, gave it no thought at all -- he was more than impressed by Cassie's young body and struggling himself with the fact of his own first threesome.

"Mr Richards," Veronica was moaning. "I need you now."

She was in the middle of the trio, lifting her knees and parting her legs. Cassie had been the intended focus of this "teaching" but Veronica had failed to contain her own lust. Happily, Greg understood her signal and quickly was stroking her shaved cunt.

"Oh fuck..." Veronica moaned. "See, darling? If we show our man what we need then he can't help himself."

Wanting to be helpful, Cassie rolled in for a kiss with Mrs Simpson, It dd not occur to the virgin that she was betraying her secret affair with Mrs Simpson to the older man. Greg, however, though the kiss more the result of lust than lesbian desire as he sank two fingers into the soaking wet pussy of the older woman.

"Oh, lord..." moaned Veronica. "Oh, I need this... Mr Richards... finger meeee..."

Cassie was a little shocked by the open talk of the older couple. Especially Mrs Simpson who, after all, was a leader of the church community. But she knew to follow whatever Mrs Simpson wanted and, when a firm hand guided her, she soon was helping the lustful writhing of the older woman by suckling on her perky, firm boobs just as Mrs Simpson had taught her. In the midst of the unholy cries of sexual pleasure from the older woman, Cassie caught the eye of Mr Richards. She was sure she saw his joy in penetrating the other woman in such a crude way and, perhaps, his own lust flashing across his face.

In no time at all, however, Veronica was panting breathlessly from her powerful, and much needed, orgasms while rearranging their little threesome. Greg was more than agreeable -- he was overjoyed at having two naked women in his bed and thought it delicious to have the plump Cassie next to the slender Veronica. But suddenly Cassie was in the middle and the older couple had their hands near her young, virginal crotch. She knew what was coming, of course, but flinched a little. Was it wrong? Would it hurt? What did they think of her thick, dark bush of hair?

"Relax, darling, you're safe," Mrs Simpson panted to her. "Mr Richards will show you a different kind of heaven."

Cassie had little choice in the matter. Not that she wanted to refuse. Her cunt was more aching in a way that perhaps only Mr Richards could fix. He'd know that from the wetness he was about to touch -- a little source of shame for the young virgin. But Veronica's hot mouth on her huge, juicy tits instantly distracted Cassie from all such thoughts.

"Oh my..." was all she could utter as the older man stroked his fingers through the hairy cleft of her sex.

"Hmmmmmm," was all that Mrs Simpson could reply.

Cassie could hear the ragged breathing of the older man as he played with her cunt. It was a little frightening to know that he had such unholy lust for her young body. Oh, but she felt the same kind of sinful craving. And she could not help letting out a long, loud groan of amazement as those skilled fingers parted her labia and easily found her sopping wet hole.

"Mr Richards," she begged, though for what she could not have said.

Now it was the turn of Mrs Simpson to kiss her lesbian lover, pressing her mouth hard over Cassie's and invading the younger one with her tongue. Cassie had a brief image of herself as a sacrifice to the wicked Mr Richards. And she was almost ready to accept that fate. Veronica's mouth was still pleasuring those massive tits and Cassie was no longer sure she could separate the sensations being provided by the older couple. She had never envisaged married sex being so complicated or so all-encompassing. At that moment, Mr Richards penetrated her hole, two fingers trying to force open her entrance. Cassie stiffened in fear and delight, Moreso as Mrs Simpson bit down hard on Cassie's left nipple.

"You're safe, darling," murmured Veronica as Cassie cried out in a confusion of pleasure. "Tell me."

"Ohhh... faaarrckk... sweet jesus... faarrrck..."

Veronica suckled harder as she sensed Greg begin a slow finger-fuck of the young virgin. She knew that his experienced, male fingers would provide a more intense pleasure than she'd managed for Cassie. Veronica was excited to think of her sapphic play with the younger woman but more excited to know that her plan had come to fruition. Still enjoying those massive tits, she tried to use her own weight to restrain the writhing, bucking Cassie as she screamed her ecstasy and thanks for Mr Richards' expert fingering.

Greg was dumbfounded that the once demure, nervous Mrs Simpson had concocted an encounter of such sexual debauchery. He caught the eye of Mrs Simpson just as Cassie finished her string of orgasms and she saw that his thumb was moving to the young clitoris.

"You're safe, darling," Veronica repeated to her young lover. "And you can tell Mr Richards whatever you want."

Now she pressed her own smaller tit into Cassie's mouth. The younger woman, confused and bewildered, silently took the tit flesh into her mouth and suckled the older woman. And at that moment Greg began to work on her young clit. Cassie's tried scream, to blaspheme, but all was muffled by that older tit shoved into her mouth. She was helpless as Mr Richards transported her to a new and even higher plane of joy, wondering if she might actually die from so much sexual pleasure.

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Through her haze, Cassie thought she heard Veronica say something naughty -- even sinful.

"Mr Richards, I need your mouth."

Wrecked, momentarily, from the deluge of orgasms, Cassie turned her head to see the most amazing scene. Mrs Simpson, the respected church leader, was moving to squat over the face of the handsome Mr Richards.

"You're horny today, Mrs Simpson."

"I need to cum," she gasped. "Eat me, Mr Richards. Eat my pussy, you dirty man."

Greg still was the only one of the trio who had not climaxed. But he was not about to refuse the delectable Veronica. As she settled on his face, wet and swollen cunt lips splayed over him, he grabbed at her hips and pulled her down. He wanted to be sure that his tongue could snake deep into the steaming snatch.

"Ohhh... sweet lord... fucking mother... oh fuck... eat me..." she was crying out.

Cassie could only guess what was being done. She was transfixed by the scene even as she thought it must be terrible for poor Mr Richards. The older woman was grinding her cunt against his face, surely covering him with her fluids as he reached up to maul her bouncing B-cup tits. Cassie was sure it was the most wicked, debauched display and that only a truly sinful woman could behave as Mrs Simpson was doing. And her cries seemed proof of that.

"Cumming... oh fuck... lick me... lick... oh, I'm cumming..."

Still recovering from the most intense sexual pleasure of her young life, Cassie watched with amazement as Mr Richards seemed to move his face so as to ensure the most intense stimulation for the greedy Mrs Simpson. Then, without warning, the older woman climbed off his face -- now glistening with a thick coating of her cunt juice -- so as to squat over his hips. It seemed that Mrs Simpson had forgotten that Cassie was there, reaching between her legs to grasp the erect, uprisen cock. Somehow Mr Richards seemed to understand what was to happen and chose not to object. Then Mrs Simpson was sinking down and Cassie could see that amazing hard cock disappearing into the soft folds of the other woman's pussy.