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Ellie jumped off his lap and fumbled through her clothes on the table. She found her jacket and slipped it on. Cain watched her pretty bottom and back, the slender waist, and her long, lean legs below. She was seventeen years old and had taken dance classes for a fair number of those years. Living two thousand miles away from each other, Cain and his wife had never been to see her young cousin dance, but they had watched videos on Facebook. Cain had found her to be lovely, but so very young. Now, cozied up in a Sunday School room with the whole damn family asleep downstairs, she asked him to teach her about sex. And all of this was in the church that her family had built and grown up in for generations.
Cain felt dirty as he watched her muscles flex as the jacket came around and covered her back. His erection was still painful and was beginning to tell him to stop thinking. He started listening.
Ellie turned and posed for him with her arms out to the side, head down, and a cute pout on her face, one leg cocked in front of the other. Her breasts were peeking through the jacket. Cain wondered just how healthy his heart was, and if maybe he should take things slower. His head spun with desire and anticipation.
"My god, Ellie," he said huskily.
She giggled and dropped her arms, embarrassed at the reaction she produced. "Tell me what to do," she said softly.
How could he? How could he teach this young woman about sex? She wanted him to, but was that a good enough reason? He looked down at his rampant erection, straining at the front of his khakis. Ellie looked too.
"Should I start here?" she asked, stepping forward and reaching for his belt.
"No," he managed to croak. "Start here," he said. He stood and raised her hands to the top button of his shirt.
Slowly, with full concentration, she unbuttoned each one, finally pulling the tails from his trousers. He held each cuff out to her to unfasten. She put both hands on his flat chest and smoothed the material sideways over his shoulders. As her hands moved out and down his arms, she came closer, looking deep into his eyes, and kissed the center of his chest. The hair must have tickled her nose because she giggled and shook her head.
Cain took a deep, ragged breath and caught his shirt as it slid over his wrists. He draped it carefully over a chair. His arms went around her waist, pulling her to him. She stretched up, and he leaned down for a slow, sensuous kiss. She moaned softly as her nipples touched his chest and kept moaning as their kiss intensified.
"I understand now," she said, pulling back and looking at him, her face serious.
"What?" he asked, smiling.
"Why people are so obsessed with sex," she said, tears coming to her eyes. "I never understood before."
She was so innocent. He raised a hand to the side of her face and kissed her again. His hand moved through her hair, and she clutched at his back.
As he disengaged, Ellie looked deeply into his eyes, and her expression grew mischievous. Her hands made their way to his belt. Cain could feel his heart rate increase as she began unfastening his belt and his trousers.
Her eyes never left his, but her hands were busy. She ran the zipper down, feeling his hardness pulse at the incidental contact with his erection. Cain saw her eyes narrow and her lips purse slightly. She kept his trousers from falling and ran her hands behind him, still holding on to the waistband. When she got to the back, her breasts pressed tightly to him. She lowered her hands over the curve of his buttocks and his boxers.
Ellie began bending her knees, never breaking eye contact with him as she dropped to the ground, guiding his trousers down. Her eyes narrowed, and her breath caught when his erection bumped into her descending chin. Looking deeply into Cain's eyes, she turned her head slightly, causing his cock, still covered by his flannel boxers, to travel up the side of her cheek.
Her knees touched the floor, and finally, she looked down, sliding his shoes off and helping him out of his slacks. She draped them neatly over his shirt and turned her attention back to Cain. Her eyes found his again, and he could see the excitement and desire there.
"Finally," she said.
I'm going to hell, he thought.
She reached up and took hold of the bottom of his boxers. She tried to pull them gently down, but his erection lodged under the elastic band. She saw his eyes widen, afraid that she would try to force them down. He began to reach in to fix the problem.
"No!" she said quickly.
"Let me," she breathed, finally looking at the bulge in his boxers.
Cain watched her intently. He loved everything about the girl. The concentration that she showed, the way her eyes narrowed as she looked at him, her mouth opened slightly, her tongue just touching her top lip.
I won't last ten seconds, he thought.
Ellie brought her hands to either hip, sliding her fingers just under the elastic band, and slowly brought them to the front, pulling the material slightly away from his body. When she got to the front, the sides of either index finger touched his erection. They both inhaled at the contact, equally excited.
Cain closed his eyes and moaned. Ellie pulled the material towards her and down, finally freeing his erection.
"Oh, Cain!" she said softly. "You're beautiful, too!" she said.
His erection stood as she slid the elastic down his legs and finally dropped the boxers around his ankles. Ellie knelt and observed his body, from his feet to his muscular thighs, his penis and tight scrotum underneath, up to his abdomen, chest, and arms, and finally his eyes.
"You're...everything is so big," she said quietly from his feet.
Cain felt it would be rude to disagree.
Ellie straightened up on her knees and looked at his cock. She glanced up at him.
"Now?" she asked.
Oh, god! he thought.
"Hang on," he said. He pulled a cushion off the couch and placed it in front of the upholstered chair. Then he sat down and had her kneel on it in front of him.
"Okay, listen," he said, holding her hands. "Aunt Carolyn and I haven't had sex in a while. You are so lovely and sexy that you've got me wound up like a teenager again," he said, smiling. "I'm old enough that I can normally last quite a while before cumming, but today, I'm not so sure."
"Okay," she said hesitantly.
"Some women like the taste of semen," he went on, "But honestly most don't. It depends on the man and what he's eaten. Apparently, fruit makes it taste better. I don't know."
"You're saying that you want me to let you...cum...in my mouth?" she asked.
"I'm saying it's a possibility. An option, I guess," he said. "If you don't want me to, that's fine. I'm saying that you should make the decision, not some horny guy. Not me. I'm also saying that I'm so turned on that I might accidentally let go on accident."
"I see," she said. She looked down at his erection, still pointing straight up.
"What do I do?" she asked, glancing up at him and then back down.
Cain put his hands on either side of her face and leaned in to kiss her gently.
"Whatever you want," he said.
Ellie smiled at him and reached down to take his cock in her hand as she kissed the tip. A string of pre-cum stuck to her bottom lip, and she licked it off. It was so sexy that Cain closed his eyes and moaned, laying his head back on the chair.
Ellie giggled and kissed him again, moving his penis around, kissing down the right side, over the top, and up the left side. She licked the bottom of his cock from his scrotum to the tip, causing Cain to shiver uncontrollably.
Ellie kissed the tip again, then opened her mouth. She ran her tongue over the bottom of the helmet and around and over the entire head.
"Oh my god," Cain said.
She reached under and held his balls as she took the head of his penis into her mouth. It twitched, and he was sure that her mouth was hosting a healthy dose of pre-cum now. She grunted but didn't spit him out. On the contrary, she began moving the head of his cock in and out of her mouth.
"Oh, Ellie," he said, brushing the hair back from her face so that he could see her better. She looked up at him and seemed to be in a daze. She pulled back off his cock, breathing heavily, not taking her hands off his cock.
"Cain," she said breathlessly, "This is so sexy." She devoured him again, moving down his cock to where her hands both held the base.
"Ooohh...." he said, throwing his head back again. It was her first time, and she was doing far better than his wife ever had. Cain thought that he might be in trouble.
Ellie started sucking on his cock, pulling back and almost off, then moving back down to her hands. Back and forth, breathing through her nose, she brought him closer and closer to orgasm.
"Ellie, sweetie," he said, trying to get her attention. "Ellie!" he called louder.
She kept up the suction, gripping the base of his cock, intent on making him cum.
She couldn't know that her death grip on his cock was preventing him from cumming, drawing his orgasm out, and making it nearly unbearable. Her head was moving incredibly fast, her saliva coating not only his cock, but running down over her hands as well.
Strangled, pained noises were coming from Cain as his hips thrust up toward the girl's mouth. Finally, he held her head in place and pushed up into her mouth so hard that she moved both hands to hold on to the chair for balance.
Cain's cock erupted. He growled and thrust savagely as he held the sides of her head, his own head thrown back as he spurted time and time again. They were both making animalistic sounds, his induced by lust, hers by self-preservation.
Finally, his orgasm subsided, and he fell back into the chair. His hands fell from Ellie’s head, and his cock slipped from her mouth.
Cain's eyes were closed, so he didn't see her fall back on the floor, roll over onto her hands and knees and climb slowly to her feet. She walked over to a tissue box, took several, and cleaned the mess from her face. Semen, saliva, and tears all covered her face in a salty, slimy mix.
Cain opened his eyes and looked around to find Ellie. He saw her cleaning the smeared makeup off her face and was worried that he had hurt her. Cain struggled up from the chair and walked across the room to her. He gently, hesitantly put his hands on her hips under the denim jacket.
He whispered into her ear, "Are you okay?"
She nodded but said nothing.
"I'm sorry," he said. "That was a little rougher than I planned."
Ellie didn't giggle. "A little?" she said.
"A lot, actually," he said. "I've never lost control like that before. I'm not sure what to say."
She turned around and wrapped her arms around his neck, mashing her breasts to his chest as she sobbed quietly into his neck. He petted her hair and tried not to think about her lithe, young body pressed into his.
She calmed down soon enough. She said something unintelligible against Cain's neck.
"What?" he asked.
She pulled back. "How can something be incredibly scary and incredibly sexy at the same time?"
Cain chuckled.
"It's a mystery," he said. "I don't have the answer."
He stooped down and scooped behind her knees with his right arm and held her shoulders with his left. She clutched at him with both arms still around his neck and quietly shrieked.
He shushed her as he walked over to the couch and sat down, placing her on his lap, avoiding his still semi-rigid erection. She sat there and laid her head on his chest, her arms still around his neck.
"I'm sorry," he said again.
"It's okay," she said. "I knew that you were going to cum, and I wanted it in my mouth to try it. I just didn't expect it to be so...violent."
"It's not always like that," he said. "Sometimes, it's slow and gentle." He explained to her how she clutched the base of his penis, delaying orgasm and making it more intense.
"So... I did that to you?" she asked, looking at him, eyes wide.
"Well, I'm not saying that it's your fault," he said, "But, yes. You absolutely did that to me. I've never had a more intense orgasm."
Ellie smiled and laid her head back on his chest. Cain felt his erection growing again underneath her. He wondered if she felt it too.
Ellie heaved a contented sigh. "What are we going to do now?" she asked.
"I should probably buy you dinner at least," he said.
She looked at him questioningly.
"Just a joke," he said. "This is like our first date."
Understanding dawned.
"I wish you lived closer," she said. "It would be cool to be able to do this more often."
"You understand about disease and pregnancy?" he asked.
Ellie rolled her eyes at him. "Yes, Dad...sheesh."
Cain smiled. "I just don't want to be the instigator of you ruining your life. You've got a lot going for you."
She put her small hand on his face and kissed him. "You may have opened a door, but I'll be careful," she said.
He growled in his throat and kissed her back, pulling her into him.
She put both hands on his chest and pushed him back. "Wait a sec," she said. She jumped down and grabbed the cushion from the floor and put it back in its proper place next to him. Then she saw his renewed erection jutting up from his lap.
"Wow," she said, "Those things come back fast. I thought that there was a waiting period or something."
"Usually there is," he said. "Except when a beautiful teenager is seducing an old married man, then it doesn't apply."
"Oh, I'm seducing you?" she said, jumping on to the couch on her knees beside him. She leaned in and kissed him again and reached down to stroke his erection.
"Oh, god, Ellie!" he said. "Are you sure you want to do this?"
"I am very sure," she said. "You've been a good teacher so far, and I want to learn everything."
Cain put his hands around her waist and pulled her over so that she was straddling his lap, kissing her the whole time. He brought her hips down and pulled forward until her pussy snuggled against the bottom of his cock.
"Oh!" she said against his mouth as her arms came around his neck. She instinctively began tilting her pelvis to bring her mound into closer contact with him. She rocked and moaned and arched her back, presenting her young breasts to him.
Groaning in surrender, Cain leaned in, supporting her back. He sucked her nipples one at a time into his mouth. Ellie cried out and hugged his head to her breast as she shuddered in a small climax.
In just a few moments, she rocked her hips against him again, and he sat up, bringing both hands under her bottom and lifted her, suspending her over his cock.
"Ready?" he asked.
"Oh god, yes!" she said, kissing him.
"Reach down and position my cock against your vagina," he said, excited and breathing hard. She reached behind and did as he said, crying out at the feeling of him at her entrance.
"Take your weight on your knees," he said, "And ease yourself down."
Ellie made a high-pitched cooing sound as she descended onto his erection. Her eyes were closed as she concentrated on the feelings. Dance and gymnastics had disposed of her hymen because he felt no barriers to his entry. He was happy that she felt no pain and much pleasure at their mating.
Once she was firmly settled on his cock, he leaned in and whispered in her ear, "You don't have to worry about me making you pregnant."
"I know," she said, eyes still closed. "I heard Aunt Carolyn mention that you had a vasectomy."
"Oh," he said, not sure how to feel about that. "Well, then."
Ellie clutched his head in both arms as she began riding his cock. He captured a breast in his mouth, then ran his hands from her hips, up into her hair, and back down again.
He changed position, laying her back on the couch and getting on his knees between her legs. When he reentered the teen, she inhaled, and her eyes flew open.
"Oh! Cain!" she said in surprise.
"Yes," he said. "It's a little deeper."
He had a harder time reaching her nipples like this, but she instinctively raised one leg over his shoulder, and he went very deep indeed.
Dancers, he thought.
Ellie began shuddering again, so he slowed his thrusting.
"Ohhh," she whined. "That was feeling good. Why did you stop?"
He kissed her and smiled. "I want you to have a bigger one this time, maybe at the same time as me, maybe not. Let's play a game and see how close we can get you to climaxing without going over the edge, okay?"
"That doesn't sound like a fun game at all," she said.
"Just wait," he said. "You'll see."
Ten minutes, twenty minutes, Cain lost track of time. They had to be careful, but there was no rushing this for him. They changed positions several times. He wanted Ellie to feel comfortable with sex and experience as much as she could. Every time she approached one of her small orgasms, he slowed down or pulled out entirely, giving them both a chance to cool off.
Eventually, the time was right, and he had her climb back up on the table. She laid back with her head on her folded jeans. Cain positioned himself between her legs and slid home.
"Ooooo..." she cooed. "That feels so nice."
"Mmmm...no argument here," he said as he established a rhythm. He was going all the way every time and could feel the tip of his penis touching her cervix, but not ramming it. It was an intoxicating feeling and one that he seldom felt with his wife.
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