It took a few tries before he was fully seated inside her, but soon she had him all; her buttocks rested on his hips, and their pubic hair made a mesh...between them. It was a different feeling to be on top of him: completely aside from the matter of not being under him, his manhood was entering her at different angle, pressing against the front wall of her passage while the root brushed her clit. Tall and erect upon him, she felt brazen, like a proud-breasted amazon with nothing to be ashamed. There wasno real explanation and all was forgotten.Until now.I was a regular teenager. Chased the girls a little, never really pushedmy luck, I should be quite clear. I had a pal from early childhood, let'scall her Anne. Still hung around with her, at her place. She'd grown intoquite a stunner and I'd have loved for us to have gone out, but despiteheavy hints on my part, nothing. Still, we remained friends.I'd been round her place one day after school. A warm day, Anne's motheroffered me some. Her hand reached up (not my suggestion) and pinched her nipple HARD. I felt her cunt grip my fingers and suddenly her clit went solid and began to pulse in my mouth. I could see her hands grip the table and she bit down on her lip to keep from screaming. Her ass convulsed, clenching and wriggling as she came. Sweat broke out on her forehead and I continued my assault sensing a second deeper orgasm growing. Suddenly, she pressed both hands under her skirt, her legs slammed together, and with. ‘Do you want my cock in you again?’ ‘Fuck yes. Give it to me.’ With that, he plunged into her, making her moan loudly. ‘Does that feel good baby?’ he whispered in her ear. ‘Does my cock feel good inside you?’ ‘Fuck yes,’ she moaned, ‘It always feels better when the guy’s on top.’ She thought it must have something to do with her need to feel dominated during sex, but whatever the reason, it always made butterflies run havoc in her stomach when the guy was above her, looking down at her and.