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Something Strange In Iowa, Part Three

A man attends his wife's family reunion and gets to know her young cousin better than he hoped.
Ellie jumped off his lap and fumbled through her clothes on the table. She found her jacket and slipped it on. While she was doing that, Cain watched her pretty bottom and back, the thin waist between the two, and her long, lean legs below. She was sixteen 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 seen video 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 was asking to be taught about sex. In the church that her family had grown up in for generations.

Cain felt dirty as he watched her bottom flex, the jacket coming around and covering 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 lovely young breasts were peaking 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 up to him and reaching for his belt.

"No," he managed to croak out. "Start here," he said. He held her hands, stood, and raised them 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 as well. When she was finished 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 seriously.

"What?" he said with a small smile.

"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 knew exactly what she was doing. She kept his trousers from falling and ran her hands around to his back still holding on to the waist band. When she got to the back, her breasts pressed to him, she lowered her hands over the curve of his buttocks and over 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 but quietly. "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, just pulling the material slightly away from his body. She got to the front and 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 smoothed the elastic past his thighs, and finally dropped his boxers around his ankles. Ellie knelt there and looked at his body, from his feet up to his muscular thighs, his penis and tight scrotum underneath, up to his abdomen, chest and arms and finally his eyes.

"You're so big," she said quietly from his feet.

Cain wasn't sure what she meant. While not small, his penis certainly didn't qualify as big. He wondered if she was speaking of that from her lack of experience, or if she was talking about his body in general.

Ellie straightened up on her knees and looked at his cock. She glanced up at him and said, "Now?"

"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 the cushion in front of him.

"Okay, listen," he said, holding her hands. "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 I'm not sure today."

"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. I'm also saying that I'm so turned on by you 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, this time moving his penis around, kissing down the right side, over the top, and up the left side. She licked the large round bottom of his cock all the way from his scrotum to the tip, causing Cain to shiver uncontrollably.

Ellie kissed the tip again and opened her mouth, running her tongue over the bottom of the helmet and around and over the whole thing.

"Oh my god," Cain said.

She reached under and held his balls as she took the whole 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 all the way down his cock to where her hands both held the base.

"Ooohh...." he said, throwing his head back again. This was her first time, and she was doing this 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 in her mouth. 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 her 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 on to 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 wet, 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. He struggled up from the chair and walked across the Sunday School 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 just nodded.

"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...rough."

"It's not always like that," he said. "Sometimes it's very slow and gentle." He explained to her about the way 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 with her eyes wide.

"Well, I'm not saying that it's your fault," he said, "But, yes. You definitely 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 on her. "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 there is a beautiful young teenager seducing an older 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 to his thighs and slid her up until her pussy snuggled up 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 was rocking her hips against him again and he sat up, bringing both hands under her bottom and lifted her up, 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 her and did as he said, crying out at the feeling of him right 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 on to his erection. Her eyes were closed as she concentrated on the feelings. Apparently the dance classes 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 your wife telling my mom once."

"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 moved his mouth to capture a breast and ran his hands from her hips, up her back into her hair, and back down again.

She seemed to be doing fine taking him like this, so he changed position, laying her back on the couch and getting on his knees between her legs. He reentered the teen while kissing her. She inhaled and her eyes flew open when she felt him go deeper in this position than he had been.

"Oh! Cain!" she said in surprise.

"Yes," he said. "It's a little different."

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 down 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. He knew that 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. Still, every time he felt her approaching one of her small orgasms, he would slow down or pull out entirely. Giving them both a chance to cool off.

Eventually, he thought that the time was right. He had her climb up on the table where she had been when he introduced her to oral sex. She laid back on the table with her head on her folded jeans. Cain positioned himself between her legs and slid home.

"Ooooo..." she cooed. "That feels so nice."

" argument here," he said as he immediately began a slow in and out rhythm. He was going all the way in every time and could just feel the tip of his penis touching her cervix, but not ramming it. It was an intoxicating feeling and one that he almost never felt with his wife.

Cain suspected that, just as men were different sizes, women were too. Especially after the children, his wife had lost the exquisite snugness that she used to have. Even so, they had never been as good a fit as he and Ellie seemed to be.

Cain was reaching the point of no-return. He began increasing his speed. He could hear the table squeaking, but he couldn't let it distract him now. He took hold of the side of Ellie's head and tangled his fingers in her hair. She opened her eyes and gave him a smoldering look. His other hand remained on her hip and held her as steady as he could.

They locked eyes and they knew that the time was now. Mindful of the noise, Ellie opened her mouth in a nearly silent scream. A low-pitched growl came from Cain as he repeatedly thrust into the deflowered virgin.

Ellie's whole body was vibrating and as Cain began shooting into her, she sat up and wrapped her arms around his neck, forcing a violent kiss and screaming into his mouth.

Cain buried himself in her, pulling her hips to him with one hand and locking her head to his with the other. Their spasms continued for several seconds, decreasing in intensity, and finally ceasing.

Ellie relaxed in Cain's arm, and rested her head on his shoulder. His grip on her relaxed and softened into a loving embrace.

"Oh, Ellie," he whispered to her, "You are something special."

"Cain," she whispered, and he could feel her hot tears falling on his chest.

He didn't talk, just stroked her hair with one hand and her back with the other. Eventually his member softened and slid out of her. That made Ellie giggle and sniffle at the same time.

"That felt funny," she said.

"Yeah," he laughed with her. "Sex is like that. Messy and funny sometimes, intense and emotional at others."

At that moment, the lights came back on, startling them both. They saw the night lights come on downstairs, and realized that their heads were probably visible through the window. The furnace kicked on, startling them both again.

"I think that's our cue," Cain said.

"I think you're right," Ellie replied. They cleaned up with tissues as much as possible, not wanting smells to linger on their clothes. They both went to the restrooms to clean up as much as possible.

Cain went back to the Sunday School room to clean and straighten things up. He left the door open and opened all of the vents to air it out and then sat down to wait for Ellie.

When she finally came back, it was almost 6:00 a.m. She sat beside him on the couch and leaned into his one-armed embrace.

"You okay?" he asked.

"I'm wonderful," she said, looking up at him. "I don't know why I cried earlier."

"It's the intensity," Cain said. "It's like that sometimes."

"I never knew," she said. She turned and hugged him again, briefly this time. "I don't know how to thank you."

"I don't think that's a problem," he said, smiling.

"It's just," she said, hesitating, "I hear so many girls talk about their first times, and how awful they were. I'm glad that you were my first."

"Me too," Cain said, beginning to feel guilty.

"And you're not in love with me, and I'm not in love with you," Ellie said. Cain looked vaguely ill when he tried to smile at her.

Ellie looked down at her hands clasped in her lap. After a moment she looked up at him and said, "Okay, well, maybe a little, but it won't last." Her bottom lip was beginning to tremble.

"Please, stay in touch," he said, his voice husky with emotion. "Facebook, email, whatever."

"I will," she said. Ellie straightened her back and went on, "We have a bond now. A very special connection, no matter what else happens in our lives."

A light came on downstairs. Cain stood up and saw Ellie's grandmother moving around in the kitchen off to the side of the Fellowship Hall.

"Your grandmother is up. Want to help her with breakfast?" he said.

She hesitated. "Do I look any different?" she asked.

"No," he said, smiling. "Same sexy young lady that I've been seeing for a while."

She punched him in the arm.

"Okay then. See you downstairs," she said, and was gone.

Cain reclined on the couch with his head on the arm and put his feet up. He needed to think about what just happened and how to handle his emotions. This could be complicated.

Before he knew it, he was being woken with a kiss. He smiled. It was a good way to be woken up.

"Back so soon?" he said sleepily, opening his eyes.

Carolyn sat on the edge of the couch looking down at him and smiling. "What? You were mumbling."

"Oh! Nothing," he said. He reached up and kissed her again. "Just dreaming."

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