“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.