Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 08

"Cassandra, I am sorry we missed our night together, and I didn't call you to explain why. We have been very shorthanded, since the incident, and things have been hectic around the office."

"Sergeant, Amanda called and explained what was happening and apologized for you. She didn't have to do it, because I listened to the television and knew what was happening in Sedona. I knew our men were involved, and if they were involved, you were leading them. You have nothing to apologize for, and the whole town is grateful for what you and our men did to keep us safe."

"It is what we get paid for Cassandra. In our line of work it is: 99% boredom and 1% sheer terror. I never want to go through anything like that 1% ever again."

"I still want you to come over for dinner. I don't want to wait one week for that to happen, either. I want you at my house tomorrow night or the night after, at the latest. Susan gave me her recipe for pot roast. She said it is your favorite. I will do my best to make it like hers."

"Cassandra, instead of trying to mimic my cousin, why don't you make me something you like instead. I think I would enjoy that more."

"If you like Italian, I make mean homemade ravioli."

"Who doesn't like Italian food? I have not had good ravioli, since I went to a police conference in Chicago. I will bring the wine, and I will try to find crisp Italian bread along with it."

"That would be great, Sergeant, I'll see you about eight tomorrow night."

"How did you know I got off at 7 o'clock? No, don't bother answering that question. I know the answer already. Amanda told you, didn't she?"

"No, Susan did; and if you keep saying nasty things about my friend Amanda, I'm going to tell Joe."

"If you tell Joe what I just said, I will not be at dinner tomorrow night."

"It will not be the first time you stood me up."

"How many times have I stood you up Cassandra?"

"Should I start with high school, or do you want me to start after you came home from the Marines."

"Weren't you married when I came home from the service?"

"Sergeant, you are an ass hole. I got married two and a half years after you got home. If you hadn't had your head so far up your ass, you and I would have been married back then."

"Can I get a second chance?"

"You can start by showing up at dinner tomorrow night, on time."

"I will be there, on time."

He knocked on her door at 7:50 PM, with twenty-four yellow roses, an expensive bottle of wine, and Italian bread that was anything but crisp. He apologized for the bread.

Cassandra could not have cared less about the bread, because she loved the yellow roses. She loved them so much; she kissed him passionately on the lips, which knocked Sergeant back a few steps. He had not kissed a woman like that in more than twelve years. He was married to his job, and everything else came third or fourth in his life. Susan came in second, until Alan came along. Now, he had some breathing room, and maybe, just maybe, room for someone else in his life. He did not want to fuck this up, before he had a chance to see if it could blossom.

"What is that wonderful aroma?"

"That is dinner, dummy. What have you been living on, 'Hungry Man dinners and take-out food?'"

"You have just named my complete menu for the week."

"When was the last time you had a physical? Are all your arteries clogged? Please tell me you are taking an aspirin a day to keep your heart pumping."

"Cassandra, I will have you know I am a perfect physical specimen. My last physical was seven months ago, and the Doctor told me, I was within the glycemic index for my height and weight. My blood pressure was fine, and even my cholesterol was good. My triglycerides were slightly high, but he wants me to exercise more, because my ass was getting flat from sitting on a chair too much."

"Turn around, let me see your ass."

Sergeant turned around and let her get a good look at his 'Flat' ass.

"The doctor is right. It is not fat, it is flat. Exercise will do you good."

"Who is going to do the paperwork in the office, if it is not me? Every time I turn around, there is another pile of it, waiting to get done. I have to run out of the office, in between piles of paper, so I can get into my car and go on patrol every now and again. I did not sign up for a desk job, but when they promoted me to Sergeant, that's what I got."

"Poor Sergeant Sergeant Sherwood stuck behind a desk with no place to go."

"Don't mock me, Cassandra; Marines want to be out front where the action is. Paperwork is for the Air Force. The Army and the Navy and the Marines are the fighters. Ninety percent of Air Force personnel are paper jockeys. The other ten percent are the pilots and they do the fighting. You hear about the B-2 bomber. There are two pilots on board that aircraft. The support staff and ground crew probably range from the hundreds per aircraft, to the thousands per active sortie. They are all paper pushers. They are necessary, but all they do is push paper. The Marines are different. The Army is different. The Navy is different. We are out front. We are the fighters."

"Why didn't you fight for me? I gave you every signal in the book I wanted you. I told Susan to tell you I wanted you. The only thing left for me to do was to hit you over the head with a crowbar, and tell you I wanted you. All you did was stay on the sideline. You totally ignored me. You broke my heart. At one point, I thought you were gay."

"Cassie, I must have been blind. I never saw it. I saw you surrounded by all those men. You were the most beautiful girl in class. I never thought I had a chance with you. I saw you looking at me, but I thought you were making fun of me. How could such a beautiful girl want someone like me? It was the reason I went into the Marines, after I graduated high school. I wanted to run away. I couldn't stand the thought of being pitied. I chose the Marines, because I knew they were not going to pity me. They were going to make me into the type of man I wanted to be. I had no idea they were also going to make me an island unto myself. They made me self-sufficient. They made me impenetrable. No one could get through to me, if I did not want them to. It was my job and Susan, and nothing else mattered. I'm sorry if I hurt you, it was not intentional. It is who I was at the time."

"Who are you now Sergeant?"

"I am older, slower, hopefully a little wiser, and if it's not too late, I would really like to get to know you better."

"You have known me since I was thirteen years old. That was twenty-nine years ago. How much better do you need to know me? What have you been waiting for, an invitation?"

"I told Susan I did not want to rush this; I wanted this to work out for the both of us for a long time to come. She almost hit me when I said it. She said the last of the confirmed bachelors is going to bite the dust. I don't want to jump into bed with you and ruin that. I really want us to work. I screwed it up when I was twenty-four, I do not want to screw it up again."

"Come into the kitchen with me for a minute I have to do two things."

Cassandra walked into the kitchen, took the ravioli off the table, put it into the oven.

She picked up the phone and pushed a speed dial number.

"Hi Amanda, everything's fine. He is taking the next two days off. Make sure he's covered please. Thank you very much, dear."

"Cassie, I cannot take the next two days off. We are too busy. I am shorthanded. I have three people helping out in Sedona. The rest of my men are working twelve on and twelve off. They are going to be exhausted."

"Should I call Amanda back, and have you speak to Joe. Four of our men have been deputized by the judge to handle the midnight duties, so your people can get some rest; that includes you. You are off for the next forty-eight hours, and you are not leaving this house. Do you have anything else to say?"

"I don't have any clean clothes with me."

"Who said you are going to be wearing clothes. Take me to bed before I take out my rolling pin, and use it on your head."

"Cassie, it has been a very long time."

"It is okay Sergeant; I will treat you like a virgin."

"Cassie, somehow I don't think you missed your ride."

"Sergeant, you are a little bit slower than you used to be; sometimes I like it slow, and easy. Other times I like it hard and fast. Do you think you can remember that, or should I be on top for the next two days?"

"I remember the basics Cassie, but I also remember my manners. When a lady is desirous of being on top, you have to afford her that opportunity, every once in a while."

"That is mighty big of you Sergeant. Now I have to see if Susan was lying to me, or not. Sit down, so I can take off your shoes."

She was not gentle with his shoes, as one came off; she threw it against the wall behind her. Its twin soon joined it, along with both socks. Cassandra stood up and pushed Sergeant down onto her bed. She reached for his belt buckle, button, and zipper, and made short work of them.

"Do not make me ask you to raise your hips Sergeant."

The last time he saw a look like that was on Parris Island, and he did not like it there either. He raised his hips off the bed to allow her to remove his pants. It surprised him when she not only took his pants but his shorts, along with them. His eyes opened like saucers as he realized he was naked below the waist.

"If you move, I will cut it off. Susan did not lie when she said it was a good size hunk of meat. I am going to enjoy this. She knelt down between his knees and without using her hands swallowed him whole. He was not flaccid, but neither was he close to being erect. Her mouth worked on him, while her fingers undid the buttons of his shirt. He was soon as hard as steel, and his chest was bare.

Sergeants' fingers played with her hair, but put no pressure on her head. His eyes were sunk, deep in their sockets, and he knew he did not have much time before he would cum.

Cassandra moved one hand from his chest, to between his legs to play with his balls, and this is all the additional sensation he needed.

He screamed, "Cassie, I'm coming!"

Cassandra's head went into double time, moving up and down on his prick; bathing it with her saliva and teasing it with her tongue. Only a few seconds past, when she felt the first shot hit the back of her mouth. She nearly choked because of the volume of the semen he shot from his cock. She had to swallow three times to get rid of the first volley of sperm; only to be nearly drowned by the second and even larger volume of sperm Sergeant had stored up in his testes.

Cassie put a death grip around his cock to give her time to swallow what she had in her mouth, before he shot the next volley into her mouth.

Sergeant screamed in agony, wanting to continue releasing the fluid which was backing up between his testes and his Vas on the way up and out of his prick.

When her mouth was finally clear of his second load, she released her grip on his prick, he exploded again, deep into her mouth and throat, and she wondered if this would ever end. Finally after the fifth explosive outpouring of semen, he started to calm down. He was not finished. He was releasing what an average human male would ejaculate during an orgasm. She was not celibate after her husband and she divorced, but she had never had an experience like this one.

Sergeant said in a very low and satisfied voice, "Thank you, Cassie; that was magnificent."

"Don't you jerk off, you son of a bitch? You nearly drowned me with that stuff."

"No, Cassie, I never have. I never saw the sense in it."

"You are joking with me, aren't you? All teenage boys jerk off. They look at pictures of naked women, go to the bathroom, and jerk off. It's as simple as that."

"I never looked at dirty pictures. My mom and dad raised, Susan and me to respect the opposite sex. I did not feel that it was proper to look at magazines that used sex as a way to make money. It would have been like me looking at Susan, and I would never do that to her, because we are too close."

"I never thought of you as 'The Good Boy Scout' type Sergeant. I don't know if it was your name, or the kids you hung around with, but it just did not fit you at the time."

Sergeant sat up, took off his shirt, and helped Cassandra stand. He kissed her on her wonderful lips and said, "Talking about my past is getting us nowhere. It is time to unwrap my gift, so I can take her somewhere special without leaving the room."

He started with the buttons on her cuffs, of her long sleeves blouse, and pulled it from her jeans. As he unbuttoned each button, he kissed each piece of flesh as it became exposed. As he reached the fourth button, he encountered the snap of a front closure bra. He undid it, let it expand, kissed the area that was exposed, and moved south to the next button.

Cassandra's hands moved to the top of his head, as he reached her belly button. She felt him open her belt, pop the snap button on her jeans, and lower the zipper. Beads of perspiration formed on her upper lip, as he kissed her belly. Inch by inch, he kissed her, going around her waistline, towards her spine. When he arrived, he tugged on both sleeves of her blouse, and it fell from her body. He kissed up the bony spurs of her back, all the way to her neck. He licked behind her left ear, and then bit the lobe at its bottom. With both hands, he slipped her bra off her arms and threw it with the other discarded clothing. His hands went to her belly as he continued administering loving touches to the area just above her jeans. The kisses to the soft underside of her throat and neck were having a torrential effect between her thighs. Her panties were soaked, and if he did not take off her jeans soon, she was going to be wet down to her knees.

Sergeant moved his hands up to the swell of her breasts, and felt the weight of each of them. He heard her moans of delight, and felt her cross her legs tightly.

He licked her neck and pinched her nipples, and Cassie said, "Oh fuck, you bastard."

He turned her around, kissed her, and asked, in all honesty, what he had done wrong?

"I just came, you idiot."

"Isn't that a good thing?"

"Where the hell is my softball bat? I'm still dressed. My pants are now soaked. I love cuming, and even though this was a little one, it was delightful. All my fluids leaked out of my vagina, between my legs, down my thighs, and have now been soaked up by my pants. For future reference sir; my shoes, socks, pants, shirt, bra, and panties, come off, before this woman cums. Can you remember all that, Sergeant, or do you need a tattoo to remind you?"

"I have your instructions memorized Cassie, I will never, purposely, make that mistake, again."

He knelt down in front of her, peeled her jeans over her hips and off her body. He threw her over his shoulder, carried her to her bed, and very gently placed her down. He removed her wet panties and informed her that she was now completely naked.

He looked at her, with heated eyes, and asked her to stay as she was for one more moment. He wanted to visualize her, as she was, for the rest of his life.

"Cassie, you are still the most stunning woman I have ever known."

She smiled, and shook her head at him. "Sergeant, I am naked, in bed, and waiting to get laid. You don't have to flatter me to go much further."

"Is it flattery if what I said is the truth?"

"No, I just wish you had the nerve to say it, when we were in our 20s."

"Let me try to make up for some of that lost time." He knelt down between her thighs, and spread her lips with his thumbs. Her 'Little Man in a Boat' was already out from under its protective hood, and he attacked it with his tongue. He slashed it back and forth, up and down, with the method he was taught on Parris Island, until Cassandra screamed, in a mighty orgasm."

"Where did you learn that you prick? No one has ever done that to me before. No one has ever made me come that huge and fast, only with his tongue. You did not even touch me with your fingers. What did you do and how did you do it?"

"I am sorry, Cassie I cannot tell you. It is a Marine hand-to-hand fighting technique. It is something we learn, during combat drills, in order to keep our hand movements fresh in our minds. Our drill instructors teach it to us, and then keep it fresh in our minds by using our tongues, and thinking about pussy. It is a very effective training tool."

"Sergeant, I couldn't agree with them more. Get back down there and do it again, and again, until you get it back into fighting form."

"Yes ma'am, anything you wish, ma'am. It will be my pleasure."

Sergeant attacked Cassie's pussy, exactly as his drill instructors taught him, on Parris Island. After thirty minutes of constant practice, Cassie was unconscious, and Sergeants' tongue was cramped. Both of them were deliriously happy, with the drill sergeants' training regimen.

Cassandra woke up to the sound of Sergeant awful singing, while he was in the shower. She got out of bed and joined him. She opened the sliding door, and stepped in front of him.

He smiled, "Fancy meeting you here. Would you like me to wash your front, back, and head?"

"Can you do all three, without getting them mixed up?

"I will try."

He removed the showerhead from its holder, wet her hair thoroughly, and turned off the water. He lathered her hair and massaged the soap into her scalp, until she begged him to stop. He turned the water on and rinsed her head thoroughly. He repeated this process with the conditioner, only this time she was facing him, and she was sucking his dick. He was trying to finish her hair by running a thick comb through it, before he exploded into her mouth again. He was unsuccessful in both endeavors.

"Oh fuck, Cassie, here I go, again."

She thought she was ready for him this time; but he came with the same volume as first two orgasms. She managed to get through the third explosion; but when the fourth blast hit the back of her throat, she closed her throat and let it flow out of her mouth.

When he was finally finished, she stood under the shower and washed off her body. She turned to him and said, "Thank goodness I have passed my child bearing years. If you shot that much stuff into me, I would be pregnant after the first time we fucked."

"Cassie, are you on the pill?"

"No, I have already gone through menopause. I cannot get pregnant any longer"

"Are you absolutely sure you have gone through your changes."

"Yes, my doctor has me on hormone therapy. Why are you thinking about a career change?"

"No, Cassie, you do know Susan is pregnant."

"Yes, she told me. What does that have to do with me?"

"Susan thought she had gone through her changes also, until Alan knocked her up. Are you sure you do not want me to go out and buy condoms?"

"Sergeant, I am absolutely safe. There is no chance I can get pregnant."

"In that case, Cassie, would you like to eat, or would you like to make love?"

"If you leave this bedroom, I am going to bust you to private, and cut your balls off."

"That would be the second surest method of birth control I know of Cassie."

"I am getting cold. Do you want me to start playing with myself to keep warm?"

Sergeant stuck out his hand and said, "Cassandra, please come with me."

She got out of bed, a little confused, and very annoyed, which showed on her face.

He put his arm around her waist and began walking towards the closed bedroom door. He spun her around to face him, grabbed her around her waist, and kissed her torridly. He pinned her against the door and forced himself inside her with one thrust.

Cassie's breath was knocked out of her, with the force of his entry. Her legs wrapped around his middle to gain some balance.