Chapter 16

Jim tossed his suit into the dry-cleaning pile with the disquieting thought that despite his considerable seniority to Cassie, she had vastly greater experience in affairs of the heart than he. His present actions were proof of this; when he had woken with a start at dawn and tried to get up and go home, Cassie had wrapped her naked form around his chest and sleepily urged him back to bed. When he had asked her what he would tell Sue and her family, she had smiled and said, “Lie. Tell them you took me home and then went home and slept in your own bed.”

“They’ll never believe that.”

“Of course, they will, because they’ll want to believe it. Now lay down and get some sleep!” Rather than make a scene, Jim had complied and promptly fallen asleep again, his arms wrapped around Cassie. When he awoke next, it was several hours later, and Cassie was fondling his stiffening cock. She smiled back at him then climbed on top of him and rode him to a slow and languorous orgasm. That made it, by his count, four cums in eight hours, a performance he had last made on his honeymoon.

After Cassie had led him to her bedroom, they had undressed and crawled under the sheets. Cassie had promptly moved under the covers and taken his flaccid prick into her mouth. Jim had been surprised both at how fast he had recovered and how proficient she was. After fifteen minutes of her tongue swirling over his cockhead, her face bobbing the length of his root, her cheeks sucking inward, Jim had tried to stop her. “You better stop. I’m about to cum.”

Cassie had stopped briefly, pulling the covers down and looking up at him curiously. She continued to jack his shaft as she had asked, “Why? Don’t you want to cum?”

“Well, sure, but don’t you want to stop? I’ll cum in your mouth if you keep that up.”

“And that’s a bad thing?”

Jim was very confused by the question. “Isn’t it? Millie hated the taste of my cum. She only blew me as foreplay, and then only occasionally. She never let me cum in her mouth.”

Cassie smiled up at her lover. “It’s okay, Jim. From what I’ve tasted so far, your cum tastes just fine. I’d like you to cum in my mouth. Would you enjoy that?” She already knew the answer.

Jim’s eyes lit up like a schoolboy on the last day of classes. “Yeah! Could I, well, I mean, would you...?”

Cassie’s answer was to lower her face to his crotch and begin sucking his cockhead more furiously than ever. As she jacked his cock, she opened her jaws wider and took him deeper. Moments later, Jim began groaning and grunting as his hips began twitching. “Oh, God! Oh, God! I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” Cassie began to swallow the copious flow, draining him.

Afterwards, Cassie had licked him clean, then had crawled up beside him. While she continued caressing his soft manhood, they had talked. Jim admitted that he and Millie had been pretty conventional about a lot of things in bed. “Don’t get me wrong,” he said, “We had a pretty active sex life. It was just, that, well, when we were growing up, it was the man’s job to start things off. My parents, for instance, they probably had sex as often as Millie and I did, but it was Pa who would smile and slap Ma on the butt and say they had to go out to the barn or upstairs or wherever. Ma never would never come into the living room dressed like you did earlier, and neither would Millie.”

“So, it was the bedroom only?”

“Oh, I wouldn’t say that, not really. I mean, if Harry was asleep and it was late, she didn’t mind at all if I pulled her onto my lap on the couch and had some fun, and she liked to go parking with me, too. It was simply that the man was supposed to start things up. Nice girls didn’t do those sorts of things.”

“Does that make me a bad girl?” teased Cassie.

“Don’t confuse me any further, lady. I’m doing a fine job all by myself.”