Chapter 16: Is That Insulin in Your Pocket, or

The big day had arrived. The sex palace was decorated with tiny LEDs. A black velvet painting of a rampant bull glowed under a black light. A tiny mirrored disco ball rotated sending splinters of light around the bedroom. Red satin sheets added to the ambience.

Dan was dressed in tight ivory studded leathers, sequins spelling “EL TORO” across his back. He guided his beauty into the room, and prepared to remove her blindfold. Elvis was on the stereo:

Love me tender, love me sweet

Dan removed the blindfold and kissed her, fervently. Grace slowly opened her eyes, and gasped. In a moment, she was shaking with laughter. “Oh, oh, let me down. You knucklehead!“ Dan spun around. “El Toro? Ha, ha, ha! Oh. My. God. I will never forget this day. Nobody will believe it. Well, Darcy might. Oh, oh, my belly hurts!”

Dan clicked off Elvis. He faced the bed and began a sensuous strip-tease. Darcy had coached him. But he broke character long enough to extricate his feet from boots and socks. Back on his feet, his boxers, sprinkled with little hearts, were tented out. Grace: “Hola, Danielito, come out to play!” Slowly the shorts descended and were kicked away. Grace began tugging at her own clothing but Dan shushed her. He worked each button and fastener denuding her gently. “Mi amor,” he whispered, “¡Te amo!” Grace responded: “Mi corazón”, “¡Te amo!”

Heat was building between them. Love and Lust swirled between them. Neither could speak, in any language. He licked a finger and caressed her lower lips, finding abundant wetness. Danielito was ready, and nosed into her sweet portal. As Dan began thrusting, Grace wrapped him with arms and legs. She welcomed the feeling of being pressed into the bed. Her clit loved being brushed by Dan’s hairy groin. She was already climaxing, each cum stronger and stronger like a stairway. Grace moaned and thrashed under Dan’s relentless banging. Finally she felt his release, throbbing and spurting inside, and the last, highest stair exploded underneath her.

“Queen of our Sex Palace!” “Princess of procreation!” “Duchess of dickwork!” “Dan, if you don’t shut up, I will truly pound you. Now, rest your mighty organ while I welcome your little wigglers to my halls of happiness. I love you to pieces. But, please, stifle yourself, so I can introduce ova and sperm properly.”

The schedule allowed for four more episodes of fervent copulation. But when Grace’s period arrived, she broke down. “Sweets, don’t weep. Catching on the first cycle would have been lucky. We’ll just continue to practice. Have a chocolate!”

Dan turned away, singing: “🎵 Don’t cry for me, spermatozoa... “ Grace threw a pillow at his head.

When they got a new green light, there was no Elvis, no bull on the wall. Dan simply licked her until she cried out, “Fuck me!” By the time they ended, they were both a little raw. So they returned to regular life. Grace at the dealership, Dan on campus.

But then something strange happened. Grace checked the calendar. “Hmph.” The next day: “Hmph.” The third day: “Hmph?” The fourth day: “I’m calling the clinic.” No other comment. The fifth day: “Thanks, Dr. Adams. What do you think?”

“Well, Grace, I think we should start calling you ‘mother.’” Grace was so happy, her smile lit up the room. “Now, we have to be careful. Glucose control is critical. No more chocolate ripple. Negotiate leave from your job. Darcy is going to be your sister and constant companion. You could still lose this baby.” Go home now, and start spreading the news. And tell Dan, “Attaboy, champ!”

First up was Dan. “Hi, Daddy.” “Hi, Sweets ... wait. What?” “It seems Danielito discharged his duty and you’re on the road to fatherhood.” They faced each other, happy and tearful.” “Now, listen, it’s really early. Bad outcomes can happen. I guess the ultrasound would show problems after five more weeks. Dr. Adams says Darcy needs to be with me constantly for support.”

“OK, Dad and I will form the lonely bachelor’s club.” “Forget it, knucklehead. I still need my hot beef injection, my protein cream, and my butt massages. I’m sure Darcy does too. And who will stimulate my breasts? You don’t want the baby to starve. And these little breasts aren’t exactly pride of the dairy. Pay attention! But first, make me weep with joy. I need your hot body and stiff cock, and your tongue on my pussy.”