made him faint. His nostrils twitched at the delicious aroma she exuded. Feeling her quiver at his touch, he tightened his grasp and with an avid hunger pressed his lips up to encounter the juiciness of Pamela's nether mouth.
“AH!” Pamela gasped. Horace's mouth was ravaging her. Indeed, she even felt his tongue glide up within her. It gave her a feeling the like of which she had never known. The jellied cheeks of her bottom trembled as his palms sought upwards to cup them. Her knees bent and she found herself surrendering to the feeling.
Horace licked. It was perfect bliss. The curls massed about her plump mount tickled his nose exquisitely. Delving his tongue upwards, he found by chance rather than skill the sensitive button which immediately erected itself like a tiny penis under his labial caresses. Half-swooning, Pamela jerked and gasped. Her bottom gyrated.
“Oh! Mr. R… R… Rumple!”
“My dear, oh my dear, let me examine you further on the couch. Move back.”
Quite dizzy with delight, Pamela obeyed. The edge of the seat caught the backs of her knees, and she fell back with a small cry that was quickly silenced by a gesture from Horace, who had risen and stood over her.
“We must be quiet, Pamela, and disturb no one. Raise your left leg and let it he along the back of the couch. Let your other leg dangle down to the carpet. I can then examine you better. I have the very instrument with which to do it.”
Pamela thereupon hid her face in her hands, for Horace was doing no less than unfastening his breeches which slid immediately to his ankles. His legs were brawny and muscular, but the biggest muscle presented itself to Pamela in the very moment that she incautiously spread her fingers to peep and Horace raised his shirt.
His penis stood proud as a flagpole, the head rubicund and gleaming. Thick veins knotted themselves along its rigid length. Beneath she could see two hairy balls.
“Oh! Mr. Rumple! Indeed, you mustn't. Oh!”
“It is most necessary, Pamela,” Horace breathed heavily. Lowering himself rapidly, he gave Pamela no time to adjust the position of her legs which her posture had brought wide open. With a little shriek, she received him on her belly and felt his thick drumstick beating a rhythm against her silky skin.
“Wh… wh… what are you doing?”
“Injecting you, my sweet. 'Us very necessary for your long journey. Let me cup your bottom and raise it a little. Ah! what plumpness-what divine cheeks! Can you feel it, Pamela?”
Crushed beneath him, Pamela knew not whether to wrestle or submit. The crest of his charger had slipped backward as he drew her hips up slightly and now it nestled menacingly at the soft entrance to her dell.
“Yes!” Pamela gasped. “I can feel it-but you can't… no, you mustn't… oh, it's going in… Ah!”
Pent up as he was, Horace almost spilled his manly juices in his excitement. Even Mrs. Rumple in her distant youth had never been so sinuous and curved as this, nor so infinitely enticing. As the lips of Pamela's quim yielded, he groaned. She was going to be damned tight, but the journey within would make all worth it. Feeling her fingers clutch protectively at his shoulders, Horace urged his cock as slowly as he could.
Pamela held her breath. It seemed such a monster, but its head was lovely and smooth and the manly grip of his fingers beneath her bottom excited her. Her breath puffed out-too long withheld-as the stiff rod inserted itself three inches and then stayed for a moment. The velvety walls of her slit clung to it. She could feel it throbbing madly.
“Oh! No more, I beg you! What will you inject me with?”
“Sperm, my love-the life-giver. You will feel its vibrant jets, its splashings. You will quiver with desire for more. Lift your right leg and raise it over my buttocks. Twill ease the passage. Ah! another inch! And another! Oh! It is going right in!”
“Ah! No! No! It's too big-take it out! Oooh!”
Pamela's back arched. The meaty shaft was conquering her. Amazed that she could receive so much, she clung more tightly to her rider and bent her knee over him as he instructed. Somehow she found her mouth under Horace's. Timidly at first, but in her rising excitement she parted her lips and felt them crushed passionately beneath his own. Sensing that her tongue had something to do with the matter, she protruded it a little, moaning fretfully as at last his entire cock sheathed itself within her.
Fearful to move again, lest he come, Horace contented himself with pecking on her cherry lips and taking full advantage to feel her bottom and breasts all over. Her little sobs of pleasure and surprise were lovely to hear. His balls pressed to the tight cleft of her bottom. Swimming in wonder, he lowered his head and began to suck upon her nipples which erected themselves like thorns.
How passionate Pamela could prove she was about to discover. Her slit had received all of his cock and clenched as tightly upon it as a baby's mouth. Feeling infinitely wicked, but knowing she must do as she was told, Pamela obeyed his every husked command and began to move her hips sinuously, finding that she could work the mouth of her cunny up and down his prick as she pleased.
The thrill was such that both partners were quickly overtaken by lust. Sucking upon her pointed pink tongue, Horace began to heave his buttocks. He had suspected her often of being a juicy little thing, and now he had full proof of it. Her nipples burned beseechingly beneath his chest, her stocking tops rubbing against his thighs.
“Ah, Pamela! I am fucking you! How delicious!”… t… t… Pamela stuttered as if about to repeat the word. She didn't want him to stop- it was so lovely. Her bottom answered his thrusts with little jerks. The couch creaked. Easing her left leg from beside his own, Pamela joined and crossed it over the other so that they were wound about his waist.
“I shall c… come in a moment!” Horace panted.
“Yes,” Pamela mumbled dizzily. It meant she was going to have her injection, she knew. He had promised that it would come jetting out of his big thing.
Horace groaned and grunted. He marvelled that he had lasted so long in her tight grip, but being ever a generous man, he had wanted her to have her pleasure of the bout. His eyes bulged, his complexion becoming ever ruddier. His balls smacked a fine dance against her bottom with every thrust. Pamela whimpered and clung. The loveliest, most delicious thing had now happened to her twice. It was as if her tummy had melted in liquid fire which had sparkled in her and then erupted in tiny thrilling spurts all over his cock.
“Give it to me-oh, do!”
“P… P… P…!” Horace stuttered, trying to say her name. But already the tingling flood was rising.
“F… f… f…!” Pamela spluttered, trying to say the word he had said. She was melting all over again and, just as she was, a giant shudder took Horace and he impelled the first thick jet of come within her.
“Oh! I can feel it! Do more, more, more! Oh, it's so thick and creamy!”
Clawing at his back and crisscrossing her stockinged legs fiercely, with whirling senses Pamela received her due-the big spouts filling her in such abundance as to soak her completely. Then they began to die away and she clamped more demandingly upon his cock, feeling the last fine spurts until all was done.
Limp, he sank upon her, his mouth buried in her neck. The dreaminess that follows upon such a bout took them in its net and they lay quiet. Pamela continued to signal her pleasure with fond little squeezes around his prick which slowly grew smaller again and finally slipped without. Dreamily she allowed his kisses to smother her face before they finally arose.
“What thighs, what breasts, what a bottom!” Horace murmured and clasped her to him as they stood upright. “I must inject you again, Pamela, before you leave.”
Pamela cast her eyes down. She was more and more convinced that what they had done was very naughty, but it must be true-as Mr. Rumple had said-that she needed it. Softly acquiescing, therefore, she put on her dress again and smoothed it out sedately before they emerged as master and maid into the sunlit garden.
“Mrs. Rumple will not return until five this afternoon, Pamela.”
“No, sir, I know.”
“I will give you a further injection after lunch.”
“Yes, if you will. Shall I have to take my dress off again?”
“It may not be necessary. A very pleasant way of absorbing it is simply to raise your skirt and bend over some convenient piece of furniture such as a table or the arm of a sofa.”
“Oh, but then my bottom would be upward toward you, Mr. Rumple,” Pamela replied. Her eyes were quite warm at the thought of receiving his big syringe again.
“A most convenient posture, my pet,” he answered. He was wondering if he dare tell her that it would also
