“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.