Letters to Penthouse V by Penthouse International

friction of his fingers against my overheating clitoris. I wondered if I was going to thoroughly disgrace myself by climaxing against him. I needed him to fuck me—I wanted his hard, teenage dick inside me. I didn’t care whether it would cost me my job or even my self-respect. Those things seemed trivial compared to the passion I was feeling at that moment.
    Just when I thought I couldn’t take it any longer without coming, Chris released me as suddenly as he’d taken me. My legs were liked cooked spaghetti, and I dropped clumsily to the floor. I struggled to my hands and knees as the entire cast erupted into whistles, catcalls and mocking applause. Looking up, I could not bring myself to make eye contact with my conquering young stud.
    Still on my knees, I dismissed the cast. When the last student had filed out, ogling me over his shoulder, I finally looked up at my teenage god. “If you have any compassion,” I whispered as I looked into his eyes, “you will finish what you started. Come now, you animal, and fuck your teacher.”
    Bless his young heart, he did. He had the tact to take me to the darkened area behind the rear curtain. There he propped me against a costume trunk, pulled my black panties halfway down my legs and filled my soaked, willing vagina from behind with the longest, hardest, silky-smooth cock I’d ever taken in twenty-five years of lovemaking. When this boy erupted in me, I cried out and wept. I was full of shame, but still powerfully aroused. I turned around and covered his mouth with kisses. Then I dropped to my knees again and cradled his fabulous cock in my hands, nuzzling and kissing it gently before drawing it into my mouth to suck the nectar of our combined juices.
    The experience was as humiliating as it was magnificent, and I hope it’s only the beginning. As attractive as I am, I know I can’t compete for Chris’s attention forever against the likes of the high-school cuties who are always hanging around him. But I have persuaded my dear, long-suffering husband into serving as a one-man audience for a special performance starring Chris and myself, this coming Saturday night, in the bedroom of our home.—
Name and address withheld
    SIMON SAYS … WELL, HE DOESN’T SAY MUCH—THEY WON’T LET HIM!
    I am a twenty-year-old woman, and share an apartment with my best friend Rita who, like myself, is a college senior. I work out with weights at a gym every couple of days, so I am fairly well-muscled. I’ve had intercourse with men, but for the past couple of years most of my sex has been with Rita. Until last semester, I hadn’t had a dick in me for nearly two years, and I don’t think Rita had either. Well, that changed when Simon moved into the apartment next to ours.
    Simon was a small, lightweight freshman who’d probably never fucked anything in his life but his hand. Rita and I thought he was pretty cute, though, so we became friendly with him. Late one Saturday night Rita and I were sitting around watching television and drinking beer, when we heard Simon walking up the stairs. We were both pretty loaded, and all we had on were panties and T-shirts that barely covered our butts. I jumped up, opened the door and said to Simon, “Come in and have a beer with us. No excuses, kiddo. We’re having a party!”
    He said he’d just come from the library and had to study, but there was no way I was going to let this adorable little guy spend Saturday night with his books. I grabbed his arm and pulled him into the apartment. He was wearing a T-shirt, gym shorts, socks and tennis shoes, and was all embarrassed about the way we were dressed, but Rita got him a beer to help him relax. We had him sit between us on the couch. Simon was shy and red-faced, and tried to avoid looking directly at our scanty attire. He attempted to keep his eyes glued to the TV, but when I looked down at his crotch, I could see he had a huge erection. It was sticking straight up in his shorts, which started my