Perfect Storm: Part Five free porn video

Despite spending the night in a sleeping bag, on the floor of his wife’s church, Cain had the best night’s sleep in recent memory. Snowed into the church with his wife’s extended family, he spent the previous night initiating his wife’s young cousin, Ellie, in the ways of sexual pleasure, then spent that afternoon in carnal delight with the girl’s mother, Sheri. When Cain had finally lain down, he had been more tired than he could ever remember.

His wife, Carolyn, had doted on him. She was proud of him for saving her cousin and bringing the snowmobiles back to the church. She had made sure that the children allowed him to eat and go right to bed. She watched him sleep for a long time and didn't complain about his snoring.

The next morning, after getting cleaned up, Cain sat at a table, sipping coffee and checking the weather on his phone. It looked like the wind would finally die down tonight. Maybe tomorrow things would open up, and they could make their way home.

As he sipped coffee, his wife’s cousin-in-law, Brenda, made her way over and sat down beside him, nursing her own cup.

“How’s it look?” Brenda asked, nodding to his phone.

“Looking better,” he said. “We probably won’t get out today, though.”

“Good,” she said, taking a sip and watching him over her mug’s rim.

The look in her eyes confused Cain. Good?

“Why good?” he asked, smiling politely. He tried to keep his eyes on Brenda’s, but they kept wandering down past the coffee mug. She was a petite woman with medium-sized breasts, but on her, they were spectacular. Cain couldn't be sure, but it looked like her nipples were hardening as she watched him.

“I have something to find out,” she said.

Brenda had been seventeen or so when Cain had met her. She was dating Will, his wife Carolyn’s cousin. She had been lovely then, and as with Sheri, Cain had enjoyed watching her mature. Having three kids hadn't wrecked her figure at all. She was trim and strong, even though she was now pushing forty.

Truth be told, Cain thought that she was too thin. Aside from her lovely breasts, she could have done with a few pounds of padding. Still, her face was pretty, and she had tons of energy. He had always imagined her to be a wild woman in bed.

“I would like to find out…” she said as she leaned in close to Cain, “why Sheri was in such a good mood yesterday when you two got back.”

Cain looked away from her and down at the table. Saying nothing would be the best course of action. Saying anything right now might give him away.

He glanced at Brenda, and she sat back in her chair and crossed her legs, holding her coffee up to her face, enjoying the aroma. Her honey-colored hair was down around her shoulders. It looked damp as if she had washed it in one of the bathroom sinks.

“I’m not sure what you mean,” he said finally and immediately cursed himself.

Brenda smiled.

“No?” she asked.

“I mean,” he said, “Obviously, she was glad that things turned out well.”

“I heard her singing in the bathroom as she got ready for bed last night,” Brenda said.

“You did?” he asked. The thought made him unreasonably proud of himself, and he smiled.

Remembering who he was talking to, he glanced back at Brenda.

“Oh, well,” he said, composing his face, “She does love to sing, doesn't she?”

“Yes,” Brenda said. “She does. Still, it makes me wonder.”

Cain went back to his phone, trying to think of a way to end this conversation.

“And Ellie,” she said.

Cain’s mouth went dry.

“What?” he tried to ask, but all that came out was a dry, raspy sound.

“Yes,” Brenda said with a smile. “She was in such a good mood yesterday that it was positively rude.”

“You don’t say,” Cain managed.

“I do,” Brenda said and glanced around the room. “Very… touchy-feely too.”

“Um… I didn’t notice,” Cain said, again.

Brenda looked around conspiratorially. She leaned toward him and beckoned him with a curled finger.

“I think they both had…” she whispered and then mouthed the word “sex” without vocalizing it.

Cain’s mouth dropped open.

“What?” he whispered.

“They’re mother and daughter for crying out loud!” he said, intentionally misunderstanding her.

“No, no, no!” she said. “Not together. Are you perverted?”

“You’re the one that said it,” he whispered, looking around.

“I said,” she said, “that they had {sex}, not that they had it together.” Again, she refused to say the word ‘sex’ out loud.

“Well, who do you think that they had {sex} with?” he asked, heart in his throat.

“Paul!” she called out, setting her cup down.

“What?” Cain asked.

“Good morning!” Uncle Paul said from behind Cain. Cain jumped and spilled coffee on his hand.

“Whoa!” Uncle Paul said. “Time to switch to decaf?”

“Morning, Paul,” Cain said. “I didn't see you there. How are you today?” His hands were shaking as he set his coffee and phone down and reached for a napkin.

“Fine, fine,” Uncle Paul said. “It’s really great to have everyone here together, even if it’s a little longer than we planned.”

“That’s exactly what we were just talking about,” Brenda said, putting her hand on Cain’s arm.

Cain’s head snapped around to look at Brenda, who smiled sweetly at him.

“Yes,” he said feebly. “Um, looks like maybe tomorrow morning we’ll be able to head out,” he said.

“Good,” Uncle Paul said. “We've got enough food to last until then. What should we do today?”

“We've got a few people with laptops here,” Brenda said. “We should start writing a family history.”

“Outstanding,” Uncle Paul said. “Can you get us going on that? You being the power blogger and all?”

“As soon as I finish my coffee,” she said, smiling sweetly at the man.

Uncle Paul got up and went to help in the kitchen. Cain tried to go back to his phone.

“Where were we?” Brenda asked. “Oh, yes,” she said and slid her chair fractionally closer to Cain. She recrossed her legs, so her dangling foot barely touched the back of his nearest leg.

The casual contact sent a tiny shiver through Cain. He looked to Brenda and saw her giving him a smoldering look over her coffee mug.

“In the basement is the church office,” she said. “At the back of that office is the Records Room. In that room are a desk, several filing cabinets, bookcases, and lots of boxes.”

Cain looked at her and frowned, uncomprehending.

Brenda looked at her watch. “It’s now 7:30. I’ll be in the records room by 10:00 to find details for the Family History.”

“Brenda, I don’t understand,” Cain said, fearing that he understood all too well.

The slender woman sat forward in her chair, all pretense of relaxed congeniality gone. “Meet me in the Records Room this morning Cain,” she said. “Just you and me. If I leave the room smiling like Sheri, then nobody has to be any the wiser.”

“What… are you serious?” Cain spluttered in a loud whisper.

Brenda’s hand was back on his arm.

“Absolutely!” she said, and her smile was so full of lust that he felt his dick start moving in preparation. Brenda stood up, turned around, and was gone.

Cain wanted to sit there and put his head in his hands. Just then, as luck would have it, Ellie pranced over and plopped down into the recently vacated seat.

“Hi!” she said.

Cain smiled weakly at the young woman.

“Hi,” he said. “Sleep well?”

Ellie giggled. “Yes, I did! I didn't get much sleep the night before!”

Cain glanced around the room, trying not to cringe. “Ellie, please,” he whispered.

“Sorry,” she said, somewhat more quietly. “How about you?” she asked.

“Oh, yes,” he said. “Like a log.” He smiled at her again.

“Need more coffee?” she asked, getting up.

“Oh, uh…sure,” he said. “Black.”

“Black. Got it,” she said and pranced over to the kitchen.

“Is she hero-worshiping you?” Sheri asked as she came over and sat in the chair that Uncle Paul had used.

“What?” Cain asked, startled. He realized that he had been watching Ellie’s butt as she crossed the room.

“Oh, you mean for saving you,” he said, then laughed a strange, high-pitched laugh, realizing how ridiculous it must sound to her. He looked over to Sheri and tried to smile.

“No,” he said. “I think Ellie’s just being nice.”

“Hm,” she said, apparently unconvinced. “Well, is there anything I can get for you?” she asked with a smile.

Cain tried to laugh, but his throat constricted, and it came out sounding choked.

“Ah, no…thanks,” he said weakly.

“I’m teasing you, Cain,” she said. “ We've already talked about this, no need to go over it again.”

Yesterday, before they had left her parents' house, Sheri and he had agreed that, while they had enjoyed their time, it would never happen again.

“Still,” she said, reaching out and touching his hand, “I’m... indebted to you. I won’t forget that.”

The sincerity in her eyes touched Cain.

“Ah! And here’s your lovely wife!” she said, just a little too loud.

Cain turned and saw his wife crossing the room.

“Mornin’,” Sheri said to her cousin.

“Morning,” Carolyn said. She didn’t look especially happy to see her cousin holding hands with her husband.

“I was just saying ‘thank you’ to your hubby again,” Sheri said.

Carolyn smiled, but to Cain, it looked forced. She sat down on the opposite side of the table from her husband.

“Want some tea or anything?” Cain asked her. “I don’t think breakfast is quite ready, but I heard something about cinnamon rolls.”

“Your favorite,” Carolyn said.

Sheri leaned back and away from Cain, sensing some awkwardness. Just then, Ellie came bouncing back across the room with Cain’s coffee.

“Here you go. Careful, it’s hot!” she said, setting it in front of him.

Carolyn looked at the girl, a puzzled expression on her face. Cain didn’t know what to say, so he changed the subject.

“Paul and Brenda were just talking,” he said. “They want to start writing a family history today.”

“Really?” Sheri said. “That should be fun!”

“Mom’s been working on the genealogy for quite a while,” Carolyn said. “I don’t know if she has the stuff here or not, though.”

“I think what Brenda has in mind is more of a historical narrative,” Cain said. “The genealogy is important, but they want more than that.”

“Sounds like a huge job,” Carolyn said.

“Yeah, but what else are we going to do, stuck in here for another whole day?” Sheri said.

“It will help pass the time,” Cain said.

He was trying to avoid thinking about his conversation with Brenda. Where was she coming from? Was she going to blackmail him? Did she just want to hear the story? He didn’t know her all that well, usually only seeing her a couple of times a year. He did know that she and her husband Will had been separated for a few months a couple of years back, but had worked things out.

The four chatted until it was time for breakfast. Everyone sat down together, the food was blessed, and they began eating. During the meal, Uncle Paul outlined the weather outlook and what they had planned for today. He and Brenda divided everyone up into teams, and they all received assignments.

Carolyn’s mother, Wilma, had recently been working on genealogy at the State Library in Des Moines. Luckily, she had her files with her in her van. They used that as a framework and began structuring the recent history of the family.

Since Cain had married into the family, he didn’t have a big part in this project. He was asked to help with the kids, and to help with the archives if needed. Brenda caught his eye at one point in this conversation, but he couldn't read her expression.

After breakfast, Cain organized the kids to do the dishes and clean the kitchen while the adults and teens got to work. The kids decided to make a game of it and pretend that he was the King, and they were the servants. Cain had to tell them what to do but use the royal "we.” If he forgot, then he had to do whatever it was.

“Rose,” Cain said, affecting a royal drawl while addressing Ellie’s younger sister, “Err, we would be most appreciative if you would consider putting all of the baking supplies in the cupboard. Thank you!” He bowed formally.

“Dearest Emily, would you be so kind as to sweep our floor? Thank you.”

“We require three strong lads to take out the trash and make certain the dumpster lids are closed. Thank you.”

The kids loved it, trying to imitate his accent, and bowing to each other. They got all of the dishes done, and the kitchen cleaned in a half-hour, then went on to play. Cain looked at the clock. It was 9:15. He had some time to kill, so he sat and mulled things over. He didn’t come to this reunion planning to be unfaithful to his wife. Now, he had been sexually involved with two women besides his wife for the first time in almost twenty-five years. And a third was demanding his attention.

Would he even be able to perform after the sexual marathon he had been running? Inevitably, his mind wandered to the blue pills in his toiletry bag. He looked at the clock again: 9:30.

Should be enough time.

He went to the bathroom, popped one of the pills, and washed it down with the last of his coffee. He brushed his teeth and made himself as presentable as he could.

He was quite nervous. The other encounters had been spontaneous, and this was anything but. He managed to make his way downstairs without seeing anyone. He had an idea where the office was, but not the Records Room.

The ceiling in the basement was low. The office area had not been remodeled as recently as the rest of the church. There was cheap wood paneling from the ‘70s on the walls, and a horrible green sculpted carpet on the floor. It smelled musty and old.

Cain found the door to the Records Room. It was closed, so he knocked twice, then turned the knob. He went through and saw Brenda in the back of the room, flipping through files in a filing cabinet. She didn’t acknowledge his presence.

“Um… hi,” he said.

“Hi,” Brenda said without turning, her low pitched voice was soft and luxurious.

“You, uh, need any help?” he asked.

Brenda kept her place in the files with one hand but checked her watch, then swiveled her head to look at him.

“Help?” she asked. “What kind of ‘help’ are you offering?”

“Er,” he stammered, “that is, I thought that you…I mean, when you said…well, I’m just trying to help.”

That was fantastic, he thought. Now she thinks you’re a moron, too.

Brenda smiled a tight-lipped smile and turned back to the filing cabinet.

“Lock the door,” she said, “and then get undressed.”

She resumed rifling through the filing cabinet after she spoke, her back to him. Cain stared at her for nearly thirty seconds before she stopped again and turned.

“Did you hear me?” she asked quietly.

“Yes, but…” he said.

“Listen,” she said, keeping her hand in the drawer, but straightening up and turning slightly to face him. “I said to lock the door and strip. Otherwise, we’re going to have problems.”

Cain looked down and shook his head, not believing what he was hearing. Still, he reached back and turned the lock on the door handle, making sure that it was engaged.

Brenda kept him skewered on her gaze. Cain sighed and began unbuttoning his shirt. As soon as Brenda saw this, she turned back and continued searching through the filing cabinet.

I really hope she doesn't kill me and leave my body down here to rot, he thought. That would be embarrassing for everyone.

Cain kicked off his shoes as he slipped out of his shirt, trousers and t-shirt followed. When he was down to his boxers, he thought about stopping, but he knew that it wouldn't be enough. Finally, Cain took hold of the elastic and stripped them down his hips and legs, stepped out of them, and laid them on the rest of his clothes.

Should he say something now? It was kind of cold. Cain looked around for a thermostat but didn’t see one.

Pulling a file from the cabinet, Brenda turned and walked to the desk.

“I found a record of funerals that were held at the church during the first half of the 20th century,” she said, not looking up from the file folder. “Should be helpful.”

Standing with his arms crossed over his chest and buck naked, Cain had nothing to add to her statement. He watched her move across the room, watched her breasts sway as she stepped around a stack of boxes. He felt his dick begin to fill out and overcome the effects of the cold and his embarrassment.

Brenda set the file down with others on the desk. Finally, she looked up at Cain, holding his eyes for several long seconds, then allowing her gaze to travel down his body. She lingered on his groin, and he felt himself rising under her attention.

Brenda’s response to his rising erection was a single raised eyebrow, then her gaze continued traveling down his legs and finally flicked back to meet his eyes.

“Not bad,” she said. “Hardly anything to fall in lust over, though,” she added, sounding unnecessarily cruel to Cain’s ears.

He dropped his gaze from hers, shook his head, and reached for his boxers.

“What are you doing?” she asked gently. “Put those down.”

“Why am I here?” he asked, beginning to be angry.

“You’re here to satisfy me,” she said, not responding to his anger. Her glance traveled down to his semi-erect cock. “My… curiosity, if nothing else.” She glanced back up to his eyes and flashed a small, perhaps insincere smile. Brenda walked over to a stack of chairs and began unbuttoning her blouse.

“Tell me what you did with Sheri,” she said.

His mind went back over the lovely, terrifying afternoon spent with this woman’s friend and sister-in-law. “She was wet and freezing,” he said simply. “I undressed her and warmed her, slowly, with my body heat.”

Brenda stepped out of her slacks and was down to her bra and panties. She looked up at him as she continued to undress.

“And?” she asked.

“And, after she warmed up, we were both aroused. We… played. Without having sex,” he said.

“Played. How?” Brenda asked.

Her bra was gone, and, with her back to him, he could see her ribs. Her shoulders and legs were muscular, but she was definitely too thin. She slid her tiny panties down and turned to face him as he began speaking.

Cain tried to concentrate. He relayed to Brenda the types of things that he and her sister-in-law had done with each other. He didn’t want to incriminate Sheri, but he had a feeling that Brenda wouldn't stand for anything less than the truth.

As he talked, she kept his eyes captive with hers. He wanted to look at her body, but couldn't break her gaze. Finally, she was as naked as he was and covered the few feet between them in slow, even steps. She swung her hips as if she were a voluptuous young vixen rather than an athletic middle-aged woman trying desperately to hold onto her youth. Both her voice and her body reminded Cain of the lesbian physical education teachers that he had known. Had lesbian tendencies been the reason for her separation from her husband a few years ago?

As she approached Cain, he watched her eyes move to take in his whole body, as if she were taking inventory. As her eyes left his, he stood up straighter, perhaps hoping to gain some advantage from his superior height, or maybe just because he was becoming self-conscious. He was also able to watch her breasts wobble as she came closer.

The closer she came, the taller he stood, and the higher his eager cock pointed.

Brenda looked down at his penis. She reached her hand toward it as if she were going to grasp it, and shake hands with it. Instead, she stopped short and extended just her index finger to touch the drop of pre-cum at the end. She pulled it back, seemingly fascinated by the string of material connecting her finger to his cock. Eventually, the protein bridge failed and fell away. She raised her finger to his mouth as if asking for a kiss. She touched it to his lips, but Cain refused to cooperate.

Pulling her hand away, Brenda cocked her head to the side in question.

“What’s wrong, Cain?” she asked. “Don’t you want to ‘play’ with me?”

“What happened between Sheri and me wasn't planned,” he said. “I don’t cheat on my wife.”

“And yet,” she said, looking down at his erect cock, holding her hands out, palm up “here we are.”

This time, Cain reached out to her. He put a hand on each hip and pulled her close, trapping his erect cock between them and causing her to cry out.

“Yes,” he said coldly. “Here we are. But I still don’t know why we’re here.”

Rather than put her arms around his waist or neck, Brenda folded them up between them, placing both hands palm forward against his chest. She wasn't pushing him away, just creating space. She was lean and muscular. Her scent, after several days with no shower, wasn’t bad but was definitely musky. He was as much turned on by her presence, her pheromones maybe, as by the sight of her body.

Cain’s taking charge had created a slight change in Brenda’s behavior. She looked down, lost in thought as she stared at the tangle of hair on his chest. Curling her fingers through it, she opened her mouth to speak a couple of times, but nothing came out. Finally, her hands slid down his chest and around his waist. She leaned forward into his embrace.

“I was jealous,” she said. “Will is a good man. He has a great body and a marvelous cock. He can go for hours, but he’s never made me feel as good as Sheri looked last night. All night. I want to feel that way, just once.”

She looked up at Cain. “Can you do that for me?”

Cain shook his head as if clearing it of cobwebs.

“Wow,” he said. “Honesty. That’s a trip.”

Brenda pulled away and looked up at him. The venom in her gaze was frightening, and he could sense an explosion rising.

“Look,” he said, pulling harder on her hips and sliding his hands around to the small of her back. “You were honest with me. I’ll be honest with you. I don’t know if I can make you feel like Sheri did or not. It was an intense situation.”

The rising explosion was apparently defused. Brenda looked at him for a moment, then looked down, swallowed, and nodded.

“Fuck it,” she said huskily. “Let’s try, anyway.”

She reached up and grasped his neck, pulled him down, and kissed him hard. Her language, here in the church, shocked him so much that he didn’t resist her. Nor did he kiss her back for five…long…seconds. Brenda’s kiss increased in intensity, and finally, he had no choice.

They kissed there in the Records Room, naked and clasped together, raging erection pinned between them. They kissed for a long time, with rising intensity, with nibbling, biting, roaming hands sliding up, down, and around, tangling, tweaking, pinching and scratching. They kissed until the intensity faded into slow, lingering sensuality.

Brenda pulled away, eventually.

“That’s a good start,” she purred. “What else you got?”

*

Cain sat in the rolling, swiveling chair behind the desk. Brenda was sitting on the desk in front of him, leaning back on her elbows. Each of her slender hands held a lovely, full breast, pinching and pulling the nipples. Her mouth opened and closed as he alternated between sensuous kisses to her quim and long strokes down to the bottom of her slit. Cain explored her whole pussy with tongue and lips, fingers, nose, and chin. He had heard that some women loved it when men used their chin hairs to stimulate their clits. Brenda was one of them.

They had been naked together for fifteen minutes, and Cain thought that she had orgasmed twice. He wasn't sure about the second one. It had come so quickly after the first that it may have been an intense aftershock.

She shouldn't have anything to complain about, he thought.

As Cain continued to make out with her pussy, he felt his erection press against the desk’s underside. In his mind, his spirit, he didn’t want to have sex with this woman. Sure, he had enjoyed lusting for her over the years, but actually crossing that line was something he had never considered.

He looked up as her moans began building in intensity again. Placing his tongue flat against her clit, he rapidly vibrated his head back and forth for five quick seconds.

Moans transformed into a sharp, quick shriek, fading to contented coos as he changed to long, low suction.

Cain didn’t want to have sex, but then again, he did. He surprised himself when he finally gave in, stood up, and placed the head of his dick to her opening.

“Yes!” she said, quietly and urgently. “Yes, please fuck me!”

Her change in attitude was jarring. Cain couldn't quite figure it out. There was some relationship dynamic between her and her husband that he didn’t understand - had to be. At first, she acted like she was in charge, and Cain had no choice in the matter. Now she was begging him to fuck her. Cain spent several seconds thinking about the strangeness of it all, then decided to stop thinking.

He thrust forward, filling her with his cock in one long, deep thrust. Her pussy was marvelously wet and warm and soft. Cain felt his eyes roll up, and his mouth fall open as he plunged, slow motion, inside this woman. With a hand on each slender hip, he pulled her to him and remained inside, not moving, just experiencing the feel of his third strange pussy in as many days.

“Ooh, Cain. That’s nice,” she whispered. She lifted her long slender legs and rested her calves on his shoulders.

Feeling as if the top of his head had been peeled back, “nice” didn’t quite do it for Cain. Shivers ran up his back, and he pulled out and thrust slowly back in, crying out softly as she gripped him internally.

Sliding her legs back down, Brenda sat up and pulled on his shoulders, leaned in and captured his mouth with hers.

“Oh god, Cain, that feels good. Will is a lot bigger and fills me up more. He drives me crazy and fucks me hard. He never goes slow like this. Not really,” she whispered. She held her cheek to his as she talked, one hand on the back of his head, the other clutching his shoulder.

Cain kept moving slowly, in and out. He would slide all the way in, hold for three seconds, then pull out and hold it with just the tip nudging the entrance for a count of three. He kept this up for a long time, finally drawing a small, shivering climax from Brenda. After this third climax, he sat down in the chair again, cock still standing up proudly in front of him.

Brenda sat up and slid down onto the floor in front of him. When she took his cock in her mouth, Cain discovered that Brenda was a consummate fellatrix. Once again, his eyes rolled up, and he threw his head back as she engulfed him in her lovely, small mouth.

Cain had hoped to enjoy her mouth for some time, but within thirty seconds, he was cumming, shooting burst after burst of semen into this lovely woman’s mouth and throat. Remembering his experience with Ellie, he resisted the urge to grab her head as he came. Instead, he took her hands, which had been wrapped around his muscular thighs, in his and laced his fingers with hers. The connection was intensely intimate, and Brenda gazed up at him, surprised, as he filled her mouth with his fluid.

When he had finished, and she was sucking lightly at his shrinking cock, he used his grip on her hands to pull her up to him. Brenda climbed into his lap, and he held her there, one hand around her back, the other reaching across and holding her hip to keep her in place.

Brenda snuggled into his chest and drew her knees up, draping them over one arm of the chair.

“Cain,” she said softly.

“Mmmm?” he asked.

“Thank you,” she said.

“Thank you,” he said back. He felt her smile against his chest.

“That was very tender and warm,” she said thoughtfully. “I can see why Sheri liked it. And Carolyn, for that matter.”

“Well,” he said, “thanks. I enjoyed it too. Your pussy is amazing.”

She sighed against him, running her hands over his chest and arms.

“You’re very strong, aren't you?” she asked, her voice slightly different.

“Um, yeah, I suppose,” he said, a little embarrassed.

“Do you think you would be up for one more round?” she asked, sitting up away from his chest and looking him in the eye.

“That’s probably not a good idea,” he said.

As soon as he said this, they heard feet coming down the stairs in the other room. There was no time to make themselves presentable, so they stayed put, eyes wide with fear, looking at each other.

The doorknob rattled, and one of the kids, Emily, Cain thought, called out, “Anyone in there?”

“Yes!” Brenda answered loudly, startling Cain.

“We’re getting lunch ready.” Then, “Why’s the door locked?”

“I’m moving stuff around. I've got boxes piled in front of the door,” Brenda said.

“Oh!” Emily said, accepting the explanation. “Is Cain in there too?”

Crap, he thought.

“Yes,” he drawled. “Yes, we are helping Ms. Brenda with…the moving. We shall be out for lunch presently. Thank you for your kind consideration.” Brenda looked at him as if he were crazy.

“A game,” he murmured in her ear.

Emily’s giggle from the other side of the door told him that she understood. It also told him that she wouldn't be thinking about him locked in a room with another man’s wife. They both heard her footsteps retreating across the room and up the stairs. As he listened to her go, Cain let out a sigh of relief and looked to Brenda.

She was looking at him, one hand on his chest, the other snaking around his neck.

“Was that exciting?” she asked him.

Cain didn’t understand what she meant until she wiggled her slender butt in his lap, and he felt his erection growing against her.

“Oh!” he said. “Well, he just kind of…has a mind of his own sometimes.”

Brenda pulled him into another kiss, twining her fingers in his dark, shoulder-length hair. She began moaning as he continued growing. She sat back with a cry and swung the leg closest to his chest up and over his head. She faced him with a leg draped over each arm of the chair.

“You have to fuck me again,” she said, arousal thick in her voice.

Cain didn’t say a word. He knew what she wanted, and slid a hand under each hip, lifted, and slowly slid her down onto his cock. They both moaned as she was impaled on his second erection. They didn’t break their kiss, moaning into each other’s mouths. This position allowed Cain to penetrate more fully into Brenda than he had previously, and by using her body weight, he was slamming harder into her this time as well.

She cried out, loving it, reveling in his control. She began pulling his hair, turning his head with it, using his hair like the reigns on a horse. She turned his head to one side or the other, kissing along his jawline, nibbling at his ears, being alternately rough and gentle, driving him crazy.

They were kissing each other’s mouths on and off, their tongues in and out, saliva covering their lips and necks, dripping onto their chests.

“I need one more thing,” Brenda said, biting his right earlobe.

“Aaah! What’s that?” he cried.

“I need to come with you fucking me doggy style,” she said.

“Done,” he said, standing with her in his arms. She gasped at his display ofTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.