Finally his lubricious persuasions overcame her. Little by little Pamela found the sensations more attractive than they had at first appeared. With many a little puff and pant she received another inch and another, until with a delirious groan Horace was sheathed full within the wondrous globe of her bottom.

Thereupon, leaning over her and fondling her melons, he began to whisper many lewd words that Pamela had never heard before. But that she was being taught things she ought to know, she had no doubt. The feeling of having a big warm pole of stiff pounder in her bottom began to attract her more and more. Extending her tongue and turning her face to him, she indulged in exciting kisses whilst endeavouring to reply to Mr. Rumple in kind.

He appeared delighted that she was learning the words and began pumping her in earnest, entreating her nevertheless to be discreet at all times and to remember the attitudes of Society. Not meaning to ever forget these lessons, Pamela absorbed all as eagerly as she was then entertaining his cock.

“Oh Mr. Rumple, you are f… f… fucking me!” she bubbled, only to be corrected.

“No, my dear, I am buggering you-or sodomising, as it is also called-and what a rare delight it is, especially with a bottom as round and tight and smooth as yours. Push a little now-work your bottom back and forth. 'Tis the most secret of pleasures and gives the girl a rich injection!”

“B… b… I will remember that!” Pamela answered hotly. Everyone knew but no one must know, she told herself again and again. But then her sweet, innocent mind quite clouded over as she felt her tummy and slit melting again even though Mr. Rumple was engaged elsewhere. Her passage had eased considerably and now the piston was tight and smooth within her, working back and forth with a joyous lustiness until at last his donation was made. With infinite trembling and a great revelation of pleasure, Pamela felt it jetting and spilling and frothing into her in exactly the way Mr. Rumple had said.