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Cain leaned forward and slid his hands under Ellie's round bottom. He lifted her and stood in one smooth motion. She shrieked quietly, mindful of the sleeping people in the room below. She hid her face in his neck as he sat her on the Sunday School table in front of him. Cain leaned in and kissed her, and she responded energetically. His erection was becoming increasingly uncomfortable, but he didn't want to scare the girl, so he kept it covered. He did reach inside to straighten things up and make himself more comfortable as they were kissing. Suddenly Ellie cried out and hugged him tighter. He didn't think she was cumming again, just overwhelmed from the sensations and emotions. He kissed down her face to her ear and nibbled on the lobe gently, trying to calm her.
"Oh! Cain that's incredible!" she cooed as she gripped his broad shoulders with her small hands. "It feels so good!"
Cain decided not to talk. He lay her back on the table. It was a little cold, but hopefully, she wouldn't notice through the stylish denim jacket that she was wearing. He kissed down her neck, then into her hairline as she turned her head. Unlike her mother, Ellie was a brunette, her hair a little longer than shoulder length. It was thick and relatively straight, with just a bit of wave. And it smelled wonderful.
Cain thought that he could spend days just inhaling her fragrance. It sent chills up his spine that had nothing to do with the chilly temperatures. Instinctively he reached up and entwined his fingers in her hair. He knew that he should be gentle, but he closed his hand in her hair, giving it the slightest amount of traction.
"Oh!" she cried and began shuddering again with a small climax.
With his right hand tangled in Ellie's hair, Cain nuzzled at her neck, kissing, but not biting. He had his left hand on her belly and slid it slowly up between her breasts. She was seventeen, a young lady, but probably not done growing yet. Her mother, his wife's cousin, was perhaps a large 'B' cup, and Ellie wasn't far behind.
Cain moved his kisses back up to her mouth, and she returned them enthusiastically.
"Cain! I can't believe this!" she said. "But I don't think... I mean... it's not right."
"No," he said, nibbling on her pouting bottom lip. "It's not. Would you like me to stop? I will if you say so."
"Oh, you really should," she said as she held his head in her hands and devoured his mouth again.
"Yes, dear, but when you do that," he said, "all the blood rushes out of my brain and goes somewhere else."
"It does?" she said, still kissing.
"Umph," he said, wrapping his left arm around her back and holding her to him while his right held her head.
Ellie wrapped her legs around his waist, and he leaned over the table. Cain was starting to become fatigued by the awkward position, but it felt too good to stop.
All too soon, he had to pull away and support his upper body with his right hand.
"Sweetheart," he said. "How far do you want this to go?"
"How far can it go?" she asked. "You can’t have sex with anyone but your wife. It's not right for me to have sex with anyone yet. My mom's your wife's cousin, so we're kind of related. Would that be gross? And you're a lot older than me."
"All true," he said, leaning down to capture her lips for a delicious, slow kiss. "However, there's sex, and there's sex."
"You mean oral sex?" she asked. "I don't think I could," she hesitated. "Isn't it kind of gross?"
"Kind of," he said, "at first. But it feels amazing. And there's something addictive about being able to give your partner that much pleasure."
Her eyes were huge. "Really?" she said. "Carolyn does that for you? You do it to her?"
Should he be honest?
"Truthfully?" he said carefully. "Yes and no. Yes, Carolyn does it for me quite often, but she doesn't let me do it for her."
"Why?" Ellie asked, her brow furrowed.
"Well, as you might expect," he said, "Carolyn has some body-image issues. And her parents, her mother specifically, taught her that oral sex was nasty. Too bad for your Uncle Don!"
She giggled.
"It's not... nasty?" she asked tentatively.
"Not if both partners are conscientious about hygiene," Cain said.
Ellie looked away.
"I don't have much hair down there to trim," she said and blushed furiously.
"That's okay," he said and leaned down to kiss the corner of her mouth. "Would you like to show me?" he whispered.
She shivered again.
"I don't know."
"Would you like to show me your breasts?" he asked.
Again she blushed.
"They're small," she said.
"They're lovely!" Cain whispered.
With shaking hands, she began unbuttoning her blouse. Cain reached up with one hand and brushed her cheek with the back of his fingers as she continued to undress. She got to the bottom and pulled the two halves apart with a shy smile.
Before he looked down, he leaned in for a quick, soft kiss and said, "Thank you."
Ellie closed her eyes and leaned her head back as he trailed kisses over her chin, down her neck, and onto her chest. He kissed right down her sternum and over the middle of her bra. Of course, the clasp was in the back, and she had both the blouse and a jacket on.
Cain tugged on the right sleeve of her blouse, and she pulled her arm from both it and the jacket, then repeated the procedure on the left. As each arm came out of her clothing, she wrapped it around his neck, attempting to maintain her modesty. Cain reached behind her and opened the clasp of her bra, allowing it to fall open.
Her breath quickened, and she whimpered. Cain whispered comforting words and lay her back on her clothing.
“You look scared,” Cain said.
“Maybe a little,” she said.
He smiled as he rested his fingers on her shoulders and slid the straps down her arms.
The delicate material slid down the gentle slope of her breasts, eventually revealing her delicate pink areola and nipples.
"Oh, Ellie," Cain said, looking into her eyes, "they're beautiful!"
Impulsively she reached up and pulled his head down and kissed him again, sobbing into his mouth.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"My mom and dad always said that I was... beautiful, but I never believed them," she said, tears running down her face.
"I suspect they weren't talking about your breasts, but you can believe them," Cain said with sincerity. She laughed and nodded.
He pulled away just enough to disentangle her arms from the undergarment.
"May I kiss them now?" he asked.
She shuddered again and looked frightened but nodded.
Smiling, Cain leaned down. He kissed over the swell of her chest, and Ellie's breathing deepened. He moved down to her left and caressed under her arm. She traced her fingers through his hair.
He nibbled over her abdomen to her right, to the top of her chest, then down between her breasts.
"Oh," she mewed.
Cain slid both hands from her belly to cradle the bottoms of both breasts.
"Oh, god!" she murmured.
He slid to his left and kissed around the entire circle of her right breast. Ellie started humming wordlessly, and he moved over to do the same thing, slowly, to her left breast.
Ellie was now holding Cain's head with both hands, not directing his movement, but alternatively stroking and clenching his hair.
Cain moved back to his left and hovered over her right nipple, allowing her to experience his breath before he ever touched it with his lips. Her nipples had hardened long before, but now they seemed to be reaching for his mouth, thrusting up from the surrounding tissue.
Cain stretched out and brushed just the tip of her nipple with the tip of his tongue.
The sound Ellie made was shrill, and he feared for a moment that she would wake the sleeping people in the next room and spoil their fun. He pulled back and shushed her with a smile.
He moved over and gently flicked her left nipple the same way, bringing out another, quieter, cry.
In an attempt to get her to make a different, less piercing noise, Cain wrapped her whole nipple in his mouth and sucked as he kneaded the flesh with his hand.
"Oh my God!" she almost shouted. Immediately she started shaking again. As Cain moved to her right breast, she continued shaking and clutching his head. Her head and shoulders came up off the table, and she kept repeating, "Oh my god! Oh my god!... Oh! My! God!... Ohmygod!"
Finally, he let up and moved back to capture her mouth with his. She wrapped her arms around his neck and clung on as if to a life preserver. He could feel wet tears on her cheeks.
"Sweetie, are you okay?" he asked into her mouth.
The sound she made didn't sound like a word to Cain, but he took it for an affirmative. They kept kissing. He ran his hands up and down the sides of her chest to keep her warm. The one thing that he did not want was for her to cover up her naked loveliness just yet.
Ellie released Cain and lay back on the table, her legs still around his waist.
"You are incredible," she said with all seriousness. "Carolyn is a very lucky woman."
"I'm glad you think so," he said. "Please don't tell her that."
Ellie giggled and put her hand on the side of his face. "You're just helping me. I don't think you're cheating on her."
"I don't think that she would see it quite the same way," Cain said. "Nor would your parents."
"No, I don't think so," she laughed.
He looked down at her breasts again. "You really are lovely," he said, looking into her eyes.
"So are you," she said, blushing again. This time the blush started at her breasts and moved up to her hairline.
"That's so sweet of you," he said. "If we don't do anything else, I would like to teach you that oral sex is not nasty."
He saw fear in her eyes again. "You mean... what exactly?"
"I mean that I want to give you a real, full orgasm using my mouth and fingers on your pussy," he said.
"Oh my god," she said.
Cain laughed. "You keep saying that."
Ellie giggled nervously. "I do, don't I?" she said.
Cain leaned down and kissed first her left nipple and then her right and looked up to see her reaction. Her eyes were wide as she looked at him. She closed her eyes, set her mouth in a firm line, and nodded once.
Oh my god, Cain thought to himself.
"Please, just one thing," he said.
Ellie looked at him, a quizzical expression on her face.
"You have to be a little quieter, or your family will kill me," he said.
She smiled and nodded enthusiastically, shivering with cold and anticipation.
Cain pulled over one of the folding chairs and scooted Ellie back so that she had enough room to rest her feet on the edge of the table. He helped her off with her jeans and folded them up to make a pillow for her head.
When they were ready, Cain slipped his fingers into the elastic waist of her panties and lifted her hips gently. He could feel her shivering, but she raised off the table. He pulled the tiny garment over the curve of her butt and smelled her natural fragrance as they slid toward her knees. It made his head swim.
Ellie instinctively covered her sex with her hands as he moved her panties down her legs and off. Gently, he placed her feet back on the table and took a minute to breathe in her scent.
Leaning forward, he kissed the inside of each thigh, from close to the knee, all the way down. Ellie kept her left hand covering her pussy but held the top of his head with her right. Her eyes were closed, and her head rested on the table.
Cain watched her face as he leaned in and kissed her hand as it covered her center. She moaned, and he kept kissing, licking as far between her fingers as he could. He ran his tongue around the edges, and down onto her mound as far as he could reach.
Every time his lips or tongue reached any part of her pubis, she twitched and groaned. Eventually, Cain noticed that her hand was no longer just covering her pussy; it was rubbing. That was so hot that he could feel himself getting close to ejaculating without physicalTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.
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