I turned off the water, and we dried off just enough. Pam got on the bed on all fours, she was swaying her ass back and forth mewing. I knelt on the floor and buried my face in her pussy. Pam inhaled sharply and then let out a long, low moan.
I licked her pussy for a while, then stood up. I was guiding my cock between her pussy lips Pam pushed back and my cock was deep inside of her. I groaned as my balls slapped against her clit.
My cock felt so good wrapped in her pussy as it hugged my cock. I stroked her with long, slow, even strokes. Pam moaned and cooed as she enjoyed each stroke of my cock. After a few minutes, Pam reached back and put her hand on my hip; it was a signal to stop.
“Baby, your playmate wants him. She is getting excited since my coochie is getting all of the attention. I want to feel you in there,” Pam purred.
We were close enough to the nightstand so I could easily open the drawer. I retrieved the little red tube and drizzled some onto Pam’s tight ass. She mewed as she felt the gel slide over her tight opening. I gently inserted my finger to relax her; Pam cooed with delight.
I applied some gel to my cock head and guided it to her ass. I gently pushed against her resisting opening, it finally relented and allowed my cock head to enter. Pam whispered, Oh, Baby, as my cock slowly filled her.
My balls were against wet pussy; they were aching to explode. I slowly rocked in and out of her tight ass, Pam groaned louder with each stroke. I reached for her tits; she arched her back a little to make it easier for me. I massaged her luscious tits and let my cock enjoy her warm and tight ass.
I released one tit and fingered her hard clit. I started pumping her ass and rubbing her clit. Pam’s groaning was getting louder, and her body was covered with moisture trying to cool her. As I pumped her, my balls slapped her puss.
Pam started slamming her ass into me, her panting was louder.
“Mark, pump me harder, I gonna cum – oh God I’m cumming,” Pam’s high-pitched voice was strained and trembled.
Pam squirted her cum covering my balls and dripping down my legs. She was pushing her ass against me as she slid up and down my cock. That started my balls to boil over. My cum blasted from my cock and shot deep into her insides. Pam whimpered with joy when she felt the hot cum splashing in her.
I grabbed a handful of her blonde hair and slammed my cock into her body. When I collided with her ass cheek, Pam whimpered and cooed; her head drooped from exhaustion. I pressed my knees against the bed for support, my heart was pounding and my lungs were gasping for air.
Pam fell forward onto the bed. My limp cock popped out of her ass and I put my hands on the bed for better support. I crawled onto the bed and lay next to Pam. She rolled on her side and pushed her ass against me. I reached over her and caressed her tit.
“You are wonderful,” I whispered in her ear and gently squeezed her tit.
“I’m destroyed again. Your loving starts so tender, then you come at me almost with a vengeance. When we have nothing else to give, you hold and caress all of me at once. My Man, My Lover, My World,” Pam spoke softly and hugged my arm.
My beautiful little lady fell asleep in my arms. I followed close behind.
I woke up around close to one in the morning. I snuck out of bed for one of my usual nighttime stops. I thought as long as I was up, I would have a shower and shave. I opened the curtains on the shower when I felt a hand on my butt.
“Isn’t this how we got in trouble early today, oh I mean yesterday?” Pam smiled through sleepy eyes.
“Yes, it sure is, and I loved it. I would love to do it again, but what if I have to give another specimen?” I didn’t want to ruin any chances for today.
“Yeah, I thought about that too. Shall we try to behave?” Her expression was a cute, shy smile.
“Not if you’re going to act like that,” I warned her.
I let Pam adjust the shower. When it was to her liking we got in and embraced. We couldn’t help not having some intimacy. It was part of us. We did wash each other, being careful not to get too carried away. Of course, Junior has his ideas, and he will be disappointed.
After our shower, I shaved, and Pam went to the kitchen. With our urgency of yesterday, neither of us made the coffee, so Pam had to do it. I had finished shaving and went into the bedroom, Pam was just walking in.
“Guess what we didn’t do last night,” she giggled.
‘Wouldn’t have a clue,” I chuckled.
We got partially dressed for the day. Nice but casual. Pam was sure she would have to put on a hospital gown for her procedure. We didn’t know if I would have to donate to the IVF again. After the procedure, we didn’t know how much time we would have before we saw Father Ryan.
Pam made her usual wonderful breakfast, and afterward, we lounged with our coffee and quiet music. We left for the Doctor’s office just before eight. Pam was getting excited and a little fidgety; easy to understand.
We walked into the office, and Yvonne greeted us with her cheery smile.
“Doctor Foster will be right with you. Would you like some coffee or water while you wait?” Yvonne asked.
I asked for coffee, and Pam said she didn’t want any but needed the lady's room. Yvonne took Pam back to the restroom, I got a cup of courage and sat down. I waited and waited, no Pam. I was getting worried.
Yvonne came out smiling. “We haven’t kidnapped her. Since she was back there, the Doctor said to get her ready. Also, since we knew your intentions, we kept your specimen on ice for today. The procedure doesn’t take long. I’ll take good care of your girl,” Yvonne promised.
It seemed like Pam had been gone forever, but Yvonne came back out after only about an hour and a half.
“Come on back, Mark. The doctor has the necessary specimens from Pam. It will be about two to two-and-a-half hours before we can implant Pam. Then in three or four weeks, we will know for sure if you are going to be a Daddy.” Yvonne smiled.
I had a chill run up my spine. I hadn’t thought about being called “Daddy” until this second. Then, it got to be a warm feeling when I thought about Pam. I followed Yvonne to Pam’s cubicle.
“How are you feeling, Baby?” I asked her.
“I’m scared, Mark. What if it doesn’t work, Baby?” Pam was quite worried.
“Honey, if it doesn’t work this time, we’ll do it again,” I assured her.
Pam tried to put her head on my chest. She winced; her tummy was still sore from the procedure. So I got as close to her as I could. After a while, Pam fell asleep. Yvonne peeked in and smiled.
“That’s normal, Mark. She was given a little sleepy time pill. It won’t be much longer.” Yvonne is good at her job.
At long last, a nurse came in to get Pam. “This won’t take as long as the first procedure. You will have your girl back soon,” she said softly, taking Pam from the room.
It seemed like I had waited for hours before they brought Pam back into the room. I guess it was more worry than anything. The nurse straightened her covers, smiled, and left.
“Mark, Pam will be sleeping for a little while longer; that’s normal. What will be so good for her is you being here when she wakes up. It means a lot to the woman; it’s reassuring and a loving gesture,” Yvonne spoke softly.
“Thanks, Yvonne. I’m kind of partial to Pam like she’s my life,” I grinned.
“Well, Mark, “Doctor Foster had entered the room, “Pam is a wonderful patient. She went through each procedure with straight “A’s”. I am ninety-five percent certain that the next time we see you and Pam will be for her first-trimester check-up. I’ll see you two in about three months.” Doctor Foster shook my hand, smiled at Yvonne, and left the room.
“Mark, it’s not because I work for Doctor Forster, but because I’ve been to a couple of OB-GYNs. She cares so much about her patients, all of them. From nine to ninety, if you will. You, Pam, and your baby are in the greatest care,” Yvonne smiled, shook my hand, and left.
Pam was coming out of the anesthesia and we were talking. A nurse came in and asked Pam if she wanted any crackers or something to drink. Pam took her up on the offer and, within a minute, brought her order to her.
Doctor Foster must have heard us talking; she peeked into the cubicle.
“Can I come in?” Her cheerful voice filled the area.
“Sure!” Pam’s voice was strong.
“Well, I think you can get out of here. You may have a little discharge, but do not to worry unless it’s bloody. Now, I want you to take the next few days off. I doubt I’d have a problem having Mark wait on you.” We laughed.
“Seriously, very light-duty young lady. I am very sure the procedure was a success, but now it’s up to your body. Resting will give the fertilized eggs every chance to find a spot. I will see you soon for a follow-up.” The doctor left the room.
I helped Pam dress, she was still a little groggy. I handed her purse to her, I knew she wasn’t leaving that cubicle without checking her makeup. The makeup test was completed, and we left the office.
I opened her car door, she looked up at me with a certain smile she seemed to reserve for when the baby was the topic. I knelt next to her and put my hands on hers. Nothing was said, there was nothing to say. The look on Pam’s face said everything that could be said.
We had an hour and a half to burn before our appointment with Father Ryan. I suggested Ye Ole Ice Cream Shoppe. Pam’s eyes lit up, and she licked her lips. I could see a sundae of chocolate chip ice cream, peanuts, and hot caramel topping written all over her face.
“Would you like a strawberry malted, Baby?” I teased Pam. I got a stern look from Pam
Pam got her sundae and I splurged on a chocolate ice cream sundae with chocolate topping. We were in heaven. I chuckled to myself, I wondered when the “eating for two” would kick in. I kept it covered.
Five-twenty-five found us knocking on the Rectory door of St. Ignatius’. The housekeeper, Mrs. Underhill, answered the door. A stout Irish lady with a brogue and full lace trimmed apron to match.
“Ah, Pamela – Mark. Father has been waitin’ fer ya. Come into his study, I’ll fetch him fer ya,” Mrs. Underhill left us.
Father Ryan came in, his happiness could not be contained. She motioned for us to sit on the couch across from his chair. Mrs. Underhill came in asking if we wanted coffee, tea or water, we all thanked her but declined.
“Well,” Father started, “are we here to discuss your wedding?” His grin was from ear to ear.
‘Yes, Father,” Pam spoke up, “but would you be able to give a little hope for us,” Pam patted her tummy.
Father Ryan beamed with delight. “So you have been to the doctor’s. I knew that when I saw the glow on Pam’s face. So, you may be with child, too soon I know, but let’s give the little one a little help.” Father said a prayer and gave a little blessing over Pam. And, yes, she started to tear up.
“Now for your wedding. What would you like?” He asked as he picked up a tablet and a pen.
I started the conversation, “Father, we would prefer just a small wedding. On a Friday in August, around two in the afternoon. We will have a Matron or Maid of Honor and my Best Man. We would like to purchase flowers for the altar as well. That’s everything, isn’t it, Sweetie?”
“Yeah, Mark, you’ve covered everything. My dress will be off-white, because I’ve been married before.”
Father stepped in. “Pamela, I think under the circumstances, we can leave propriety at the door.” Father winked at her. Pam giggled and blushed. “But Mark, you will wear a suit, correct? And not your flowered one with the pink flamingos, please.” We had a good laugh over that.
“Mark, Pamela, is there anything else you would like for your wedding? I have a wonderful organist if you would like,” Father had a gleam in his eye.
“Well Father, we don’t want a large wedding; having someone play the music would be wonderful. Mark and I can afford a “nice” wedding, but nothing over the top,” Pam admitted.
“Well, she is an excellent organist and a grand music teacher. I have it on good authority that she would be more than willing to play for your wedding,” he sat back and smiled.
A door opened and a small figure dressed in a nun’s habit came into the room. When she raised her head, Pam and I jumped for joy.
“SISTER BERNICE, NO WAY, NO WAY!” We jumped up and hugged her. Everybody Loved Sister Bernice. She was a wonderful teacher and friend, but boy, if you made her mad, even the devil ran for cover.
“Oh God, Sister, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to,” I stammered.
“Mark, you and Pamela know I love to have my students come to me. I would be honored to play at your wedding.” Sister smiled that smile that belonged only to her. Do I have to tell you Pam started crying with happiness?
We sat and talked for a while, and half a box of tissues later, we said our goodbyes. My little lady sat quietly on the way home. I didn’t want to interrupt her thoughts. When she was ready, she would tell me, or maybe not. I understand Pam.
Our Alladin’s door was closing, and I opened Pam’s car door. She got out and hugged me as tight as she could. She put her head on my chest; I smiled.
“Pam, I love you so very much. Thank you for being mine,” I kissed her lips softly.
“Mark, all of the good things that have happened to me started when you came into my life. Now, I am going to marry the man I adore, and I may be carrying his child. No one could make me this happy or show so much love to me.” She put her head back on my chest.
Departed Soul
