He rammed, and her pussy seemed to groan in response. She was dripping wet, inside, making a slick though tight channel of penetration for his cock, and she got wetter with each stroke he poured into her. His cock seemed to get harder, too.

"Now I'm gonna be on top, where the man's supposed to be," he announced gravely, easing her over onto her back. Without missing a thrust, he mounted the girl, and she wrapped both legs around him.

"Nobody's supposed to be on top," she pointed out. "You can do it any way you like, you male chauvinist pig!"

"Well, this is the way I like it," he said, "because I feel like I'm fucking my cock a mile up your juicy little cunt."

"A mile!" she giggled. "You wish!" She'd measured his cock once, shortly after they started fooling around. Erect, he was five and a half inches long. She'd read some dirty books, in which all the guys had ten-inch-pricks, so she supposed Joey was a little short, but you know, she told herself, he still had all the cock her pussy could handle, and then some!

He had to shove hard to get all of his prick inside her, and the strenuous thrusting banged ferociously against the mouth of her womb.

She rocked under him, alternating the quivers of her pussy with the in-out strokes of his cock. She'd already learned that there was a way to clench her pussy around his prick and make him shiver with lust, and she made her pussy do just that, squeezing at his hard cock as it lunged deeply.

"Oh, Betsy!" he sighed, propped on his palms above her body.

She touched his chest, wishing it was hairy like an the guys in the romance novels. Maybe he'd sprout some body fur later on. Maybe if she fucked him a lot, his body would start getting bushier. She was certain that her own pussy hair was a lot thicker and fuller than it had been when they started.