Saturday morning, no rush, no alarm, no Pam. Where the hell is she? Then I heard her shuffling things around the second bedroom. When she emerged, she was wearing a robe and a grin.
“I’m going for our coffee, Lover,” she purred and left the bedroom.
She brought our coffee in. She was wearing, or should I say not wearing, a blue half-cup bra and matching G-string. Trying to keep her tits in the bra was a wasted effort. She handed the mugs to me and got in next to me. She took her cup, clinked our mugs, and took our first sip.
“Oh, I love the first sip or two of hot coffee. It may burn a little, but I love it,” Pam took another sip.
“I agree. It chases the yucky away,” I joined Pam in another sip.
“Honey, I was thinking. What would you think if I dyed my hair green?” She said flatly.
“I’d feel like I was eating grass.” I sipped my coffee and looked at Pam over the cup.
“Not My Coochie, you goofball, the hair on my head. For St. Patrick’s Day. The gang is thinking about a party. It would be the kind that washes right out. Anyway, why would I dye my coochie hair?” Pam put her hand on her hip.
“I don’t know. I was only asking. What are you going to do for the Fourth of July? Red, white, and blue?” I was trying not to laugh.
“Hey, I just have to show my soldier what he’s defending and he is standing at attention ready for action.” Pam cooed.
I put my cup on the nightstand and looked at Pam.
“Oh, oh. What is on your mind, Mr. Lover,” she cooed.
“Just some breakfast, some hot breakfast. Come here, woman,” I pulled Pam over me so she straddled my face.
I held Pam by her hips and began sliding my tongue between her pussy lips. She moaned her approval and slowly rocked back and for on my tongue. I reached for her tits and firmly caressed them. I had her nipples between my fingers rolling them and squeezing them.
“Mark, Baby. That feels so good. I love this,” Pam purred and stopped when my tongue slid into her pussy.
My tongue slid into her pussy and when I pulled it out I made sure it slid across the top of her pussy. Pam groaned, oh there, that’s it, then I slid it over her clit. Pam jumped a little then pushed down on my tongue.
I squeezed and pulled her tits then I would pull on her nipples. Pam groaned as her lust overcame her. I pulled her nipples and sucked her clit into my mouth and flogged it with my tongue. Pam yelped and I could taste her warm precum on my tongue.
I squeezed her tits and flicked my tongue rapidly between her pussy lips. Pam was panting and moaning, her orgasm was building. Her body was damp and quivering. She had her hands on the headboard for balance.
“Oh Mark, umm,” Pam let out a high-pitched squeal, as the first stream of warm com squirted from her pussy.
I massaged her tits and flicked her pussy lips and her clit. Pam groaned and panted as stream after stream of cum came from her pussy. She was riding my tongue, whimpering and panting until she had no more to give.
“Mark,” she panted, “please help me down,” breathing heavily, “I’m too weak, felt so good,” Pam quietly begged.
I helped her to lie next to me. She buried her head in my neck and put her arm over my chest. She was damp from her orgasm and panting. Every so often, she would whimper and coo. She cuddled to me as close as she could.
“Oh, did she miss her playmate,” Pam’s breathless voice ended with a high pitch.
“I love you, Miss Pamela Fisher, with all my heart and soul. Thursday was the longest day of my life.” I squeezed her closer to me.
Pam’s voice saddened, I think of before. But now I am where I belong. I have a man who truly loves me,” she said softly.
“And I can hold the woman I have loved and longed for. Finally, you are in my arms and will be there forever.” I kissed her forehead. Pam smiled and then rested her head on my shoulder.
“It’s for our baby. I dream of that part of you growing in me. It makes me smile and I rub my tummy for luck,” Pam giggled.
I started to get out of bed, but Pam had other ideas. She wrapped her fingers around my cock, grinning. “You got mine; now I want yours.” She stroked my cock until I was hard.
“Now, let’s see,” she stopped and sucked my cock for a moment, “mmm, he tastes so yummy. Now let’s see how he feels.” Pam straddled my body and slowly made my cock disappear into her pussy.
“Mmmm, that feels sooo good. No more room left for anything else. Oh, I like this,” Pam was sliding back and forth on my cock.
Pam put her hands on my chest, her tits were just out of reach of my mouth. She made them swing in front of me, she giggled.
“Can I talk you into giving them some attention?” She purred.
“Give ‘em here,” I demanded, and she complied.
Pam rode up and down on my cock as I enjoyed sucking one tit and then the other. I circled her hard nipples and flicked them with my tongue. Pam responded by purring and moaning.
I was starting to sweat; her pussy was driving me crazy. Pam was arousing me at both ends. I couldn’t get enough of sucking her tits and her pussy was making my balls boil. I continued to hold her tits, but I stopped and looked her in the eye.
“You are about to have one hell of a mess.” Just then, my cock burst with the first stream of cum.
Pam cooed and continued to ride my cock and let me suck her tits. She would sit on my cock and rock back and forth, forcing another load of cum to splatter her inner walls.
She was riding me with the perfect rhythm; my cock couldn’t stop cumming. Pam was grinning at her control over me. She sat down firmly on my cock as the last load of cum was squeezed from my balls.
I dropped onto the bed and the pillow. I was drenched in sweat, my heart rate was off the charts my lungs were panting as hard as they could. My cock, Pam had destroyed my cock. As she got off of me, it fell out of her dripping pussy. She snuggled up to my leg and gently held my limp cock with two fingers.
“My, my, my. It appears that my little girl’s playmate. Is tired, may be exhausted. Oh, goodness, look at the little droplets she left on him. Waste not want not.” Pam looked at me with a grin.
She put her mouth over my cock and her tongue searched for missed droplets of cum. She moaned her approval as she pulled the skin back so no part of my cock was missed. She removed it from her mouth, smacked her lips and it disappeared into her mouth again.
My cock was so sensitive when her tongue licked around the head or just below it; I grabbed the sheets groaning. For good measure, she sucked my balls into her mouth. Gently, her tongue searched for missing drops. I wanted to shove them in her mouth, but I could hardly move.
“Mmm, oh yes. Do I love what my Man has and what he gives me,” Pam purred. “And the wonderful part is, if I want more, he is always ready to give it to me,” Pam moaned joyfully.
Pam curled up next to me again. We were in our favorite lover’s position. She had her head on my shoulder and my arm was around her neck.
“Are you worried about Wednesday, Mark? I’m a little skittish, but I don’t know why.” Pam kissed my chest.
“I don’t know how to explain it, but. Well, let me put it this way: we know everyone in our group has sex, but it doesn’t matter. We’re not waiting for them to finish. At the clinic, someone is waiting for us to finish. We’re not making love. It’s like two animals just, well, just fucking. Fill the balloon, pull it out, put it in the sterile cup, get dressed, and turn in your cum. Goodbye, we’ll be in touch. There is no love or emotion in it.” I complained.
“That’s kind of how I feel. Drop my shorts bend me over, slap my ass if you want, shove it in me, squirt in the balloon, and turn in the results. Cold as ice.” Pam shivered at the thought. “Thank you for going through with this for me,” Pam squeezed me.
“For us, Baby. After all is said and done, if I can father our baby, you get all the hard work. I don’t know how they’ll either fix you or go in and get a mature egg or what. Then, if that works, you get nine months of morning sickness, fussy moods, not to mention the pain at the end of the whole ordeal.”
Pam gave me that certain smile she has when she is very happy. She reached down, felt my balls, and smiled.
“Good. They’re empty for now, so I can finish some things before we leave for the party.”
She got out of bed and started to make the bed up. I didn’t move, Pam gave me a funny look.
“Now what?” she grinned.
“Well, you know my balls are empty, and I know your little coochie is empty,” she threw a pillow at me.
“Mark Compton, is that all you think about is sex? Boy, is that a dumb question,” Pam giggled.
“With a hot woman like you, hell, yes, that’s always on my mind,” I winked at her.
“You flatterer. And I love it.” Pam blew a kiss at me.
I made the bed; Pam started breakfast for us. She said it would be a small breakfast since we would be munching at the party. Small breakfast, sure. Her small breakfast or any meal is enough for the Seventh Calvary.
Breakfast was oatmeal and toast, right up my alley. Pam did the dishes and I started in the living room. Saturdays we usually clean the house or go to the laundromat. So today we gave it the short version. So by two-thirty, we were finished.
Pam brought some tea into the living room. We sat and admired our workmanship.
“I didn’t know housework could be fun,” Pam chuckled.
“Well, you haven’t done it naked before, have you?” I sipped my tea.
“No, and today is a first,” she said proudly.
“How’s that?” Who knows where this is going?
“It’s the first time we got to do the housework without you grabbing me, throwing me on the couch or bed, wearing me out, and half of the house didn’t get done. I’m proud of you.” Pam beamed.
“Don’t tell anyone,” I answered in a somber tone.
We had finished our drinks. Our ritual is for Pam to shower first. She laid her clothes on the bed, then put mine next to her. She’s so cute, she tries to match our clothes. Like no one in the world knows we’re together, but it’s cute.
She came out of the shower with a towel wrapped around her and one she used to towel dry her hair. I stood there watching her, and when she noticed, she stopped drying her hair.
“What?” she asked with a puzzled look.
“When do you shave your legs,” I asked casually.
“In the shower, if you’re not with me,” she responded. “Why?”
“Can I shave your legs?” I had a happy face.
“Well, okay. If you promise to leave my coochie alone.” Pam was apprehensive.
“I figure that if I shave your legs, while I’m that close,” Pam threw a towel at me.
“Mark Compton, you – you are incorrigible. You are always horny. Thank you, Lord,” Pam said.
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