Letters to Penthouse XXXII (33 page)

I turn around, so my ass is facing him, then drag my pussy along his chest, leaving a trail of wetness. I face away from him
to cement my power over him, and in the reverse cowgirl position—my head facing his toes—I straddle him and finally plunge
his dick inside me. I cannot believe how good he feels, his cock finally giving me the satisfaction I have craved all night.
I curl my toes as I thrust hard against him, once again riding his body and using it for my satisfaction. Lucky for him, my
pleasure turns out to be his pleasure, too. I hold on to the base of his dick and maneuver until his cockhead hits the perfect
spot inside me. “Don’t come before I do!” I warn, my voice deep and harsh as I tighten around him, using my hand to best manipulate
my favorite new plaything while his dick hits my G-spot again and again.

The ripples of pleasure finally overwhelm me and I come, my pussy clamping down tightly around him as my juices gush onto
his pubic hair. I let go of the base of his dick and lean all the way forward. My tiny pink asshole is on display, my head
down by his ankles as I lean forward and ride him from this stretched-out position. I can tell that he wants to put his hands
on my hips and tug me closer, but like the good boy that he is, he lets me set the pace. After being so patient, though, I
give him what he wants, slamming my hips down hard against his until he spurts his hot load deep inside my already-wet cunt.

The loud voice of the bus driver announcing the last stop summoned me out of my reverie, but couldn’t disguise the dreamy
look on my face or my open lips. I probably looked just as sex-starved as I was. When I stepped off the bus, my cheeks flaming,
I chanced a quick peek at my mystery hunk. He winked at me, and I had this odd feeling he could tell what I’d been thinking.
Maybe I’ll see him on the bus again soon…

—Ms. Meredith D., Worcester, Massachusetts