Letters to Penthouse XXXIV (28 page)

On the drive home, Vince teased me, saying that Aaron wanted to bang me, but I laughed it off, though secretly I was totally
drenched at the thought of it. We saw Aaron again about a week later at the same bar, but he had to leave early, so nothing
further happened. Then one day Vince came home with three tickets to a football game. He said he had run into Aaron in town
and had invited him to go with us. I didn’t say anything, but I wondered whether that meeting had really been accidental.

On the day of the game I took great care with my appearance. I shaved my pussy and trimmed my bush, just as Vince liked it.
I dressed in a short red Lycra dress, black stockings, and a garter belt and red shoes. Not exactly football attire, but I
covered it all with a long coat. A lot of the spectators were wearing red, as that was the team’s color, so that helped me
to blend in.

We had a few drinks at the game, and I was not surprised when Vince invited Aaron to come home with us afterward for a few
more.

As we sat around talking and drinking, Aaron mentioned how gorgeous I looked, and I thanked him. I couldn’t help but wonder
how this was going to develop. I was getting wet all over again.

We were sitting in the living room, Vince and I on the couch, Aaron sitting across from us. My dress had ridden up to my stocking
tops, and now I parted my legs slightly to let him see up my skirt. My pussy was wetter than ever, and I was almost shaking
with excitement and trying to think of a way that I could maneuver the situation so I could get to fuck this fine black stud.
I wasn’t sure how much of this Vince was aware of, but he didn’t say anything.

What happened next was that Aaron took matters into his own hands. “My God, you are just too much of a temptation, girl,”
he said, and with that he got up and came over to the couch, running his hand between my thighs to my wet pussy. I looked
at Vince, expecting him to protest, but he just sat there and smiled as Aaron pushed two fingers inside me. Well, if that
was the way it was, I decided I might as well go for it, and I reached for the bulge in Aaron’s pants. The tent he had there
was huge, and I quickly undid his pants and pulled them down, together with his undershorts, to see my first black cock up
close. He was way bigger than Vince, and I had to use both hands to hold him. I stroked him as I drew his large cockhead into
my mouth.

His groans were loud in my ears as I sucked him deep into my mouth. Vince now decided to join in the fun, and I raised my
ass off the couch as I felt him tugging at my dress. He pulled it off, and now I was sitting there in just my stockings and
garter belt.

It was Vince who suggested that we move into the bedroom. Both of them felt my naked ass as we walked down the hall. When
we got there I caught a glimpse of us in the full-length mirror. The contrast between my creamy white flesh and Aaron’s ebony
complexion was electrifying.

On the bed, Aaron parted my legs and started licking my pussy as Vince offered me his large cock to suck. After a few minutes
Aaron moved up between my legs and rubbed his massive cock against my pussy, coating the end of his knob with my juices. I
begged him to enter me, and he eased himself into me slowly. I had an instant orgasm as he started thrusting powerfully in
and out of me. I heard Vince urging him on. This was way too much for me, and I came again, screaming.

The guys let me rest a while after that. Then Aaron turned me over and moved behind me. He lifted my leg a little and rubbed
my pussy with his weapon again. Then, without any warning at all, he placed that huge cock between my butt cheeks and started
easing it into my asshole. I lay there in total shock, looking at Vince wide-eyed as Aaron invaded my virgin ass. It felt
strange at first, but soon I began to moan with pleasure as the sensation overwhelmed me.

Then Vince whispered something to Aaron, who slowly withdrew from my now-stretched ass. Vince lay down on the bed and told
me to mount him. As I impaled myself on his stiff dick, Aaron pushed me forward and eased himself back into my asshole. This
was unbelievable—I was being taken by two guys at once, one in my pussy and one in my ass!

They soon established a steady contrapuntal rhythm, and I began to go crazy. They banged me to orgasm that way, and then Vince
blasted into me, and a minute later Aaron’s sperm filled my ass.

That was the first of many encounters with Aaron, and there have been others, too. Vince says that now that we’ve found the
way to revive my sex drive, we’d better stick with it, and I couldn’t agree more.

—Name and address withheld
     

My long-time lady friend and I are not exactly youngsters. Joan has just passed her 50 birthday—although I must say that she
has the looks and body of a woman in her late 30s. We have been seeing each other for years, and it is a strange and wonderful
relationship. Though we are opposites in many ways, it is the closest relationship I have ever had with a woman. She is my
best friend and buddy, and I just enjoy spending time with her. Yes, we have made love, but are not what you would call lovers.
I’m convinced that our relationship is what the institution of marriage should be. We’d probably sacrifice our lives for each
other if the situation warranted, that’s how close we are. She could call me any hour of the day or night and I would be there,
and vice versa. I know she has had a few outside sexual encounters over the years we’ve been seeing each other, and so have
I. We always return to each other as though to a comfortable old pair of shoes.

The incident I am about to recount took place on Joan’s 50th birthday. As that landmark approached, knowing that she had no
particular plans for celebrating it, I asked her what she would like to do. Her reply was, “I’d like for you to take me to
dinner at a nice romantic place.”

“Fine,” I said. “But what kind of present would you like?”

Joan gave me a big wise-ass smile and said jokingly, “I want a go-go boy.” I might mention that she is a great loose-limbed
dancer herself, and enjoys dancing to fast rock and roll or disco music.

“I’ll work on it,” I told her, and we both laughed at the thought.

In the following days I thought about this conversation a lot. I remembered that Joan had previously mentioned the idea of
hiring a go-go boy for her younger sister’s birthday. I had told her that her sister would probably attack the poor guy, and
we’d both gotten a chuckle out of that.

One day a few weeks later, I ran into an acquaintance of mine named Ari, a young man from my old neighborhood whom I had known
since he was a kid. We stopped to talk, and I learned that he was currently without a steady job, but was making a pretty
decent living as a freelance limo driver, and also, of all things, as a go-go boy, dancing at male strip clubs, as well as
at bridal showers and other social events.

Naturally this brought my conversation with Joan to mind, and a brilliant idea flashed into my head. I asked Ari if he was
free the night of my lady’s birthday, and if he could bring along a chorus line of three or four more of his go-go-boy friends.
Ari said he was available, for the right price, of course. I gave him Joan’s address and told him to get there around ten
o’clock on the night in question. My idea ended up costing me $400, but I thought it was worth it to give Joan a 50th birthday
party she would never forget.

When the big day arrived. I showed up at Joan’s door at seven o’clock to take her to dinner. We went to a very romantic place
near the water. The meal was fine, and we enjoyed ourselves greatly. We started off with a glass of wine to toast her birthday,
after which I switched to scotch and water, and she to her favorite light beer. The liquor got to us both, and as the evening
progressed we became playful and frisky, flirting and teasing each other as our passion rose.

It was a warm night, and when we got back to her place Joan excused herself, saying she wanted to put on something more comfortable.
All kinds of erotic visions danced in my head as I waited for her return, picturing her in a variety of seductive outfits.
I have to admit I was getting a serious erection.

But my fantasies came crashing down when she reappeared in a white T-shirt and a pair of white short-shorts. Oh well, I could
admire her still-shapely legs and appreciate the fact that she was evidently not wearing a bra—I could see the impression
of her tiny nipples, which I referred to as gumdrops, against the stretchy material. We curled up on the sofa with fresh drinks,
just talking, indulging in some mild teasing and generally enjoying our closeness.

At exactly ten o’clock the doorbell rang. Joan was surprised, wondering who would be calling at that hour. I knew, of course,
but simply volunteered to get the door. You should have seen the look on her face when Ari came in with four of his hunky friends.
She was at a loss for words. I introduced her to Ari, who in turn introduced each of his companions. I watched her eyes as
she took in all of this male eye candy. She was of course surprised and puzzled, but there was something else there, too.

I asked the guys if they would like something to drink, and when they said yes Joan went into the kitchen to get some glasses.
When she was gone the boys retired to the back bedroom to get undressed. I followed Joan into the kitchen to help her make
the drinks, and to keep her occupied while the guys got ready.

“All right, what the hell is going on?” she asked me as I joined her. I told her it was going to be a surprise, and she said
she was surprised already. When the drinks were ready I took the tray and led her back into the now-empty living room. Joan
looked bewildered. “Where did they go?” she asked.

“You’ll see,” I said, and at that moment the sound of music blasted out as Ari turned on their portable tape player, and the
five guys danced out of the bedroom in single file, each of them wearing a tiny thong and nothing else. Joan sank down onto
the sofa in surprise, and they formed a chorus line about four feet in front of her as she sat there. Her first reflex was
to put both hands over her eyes, but a second later she took them down, looking at me and laughing as she said, “You bastard,
I was only kidding about the go-go boy!”

“I wasn’t kidding,” I said, grinning at her. “You know that your every wish is my command.”

The guys proceeded to dance to the music, and Joan watched them, laughing and shaking her head. After two numbers they stopped
to rest and to partake of the drinks Joan had made. She and I each had another round also. Joan was getting looser, and her
eyes were bright as she looked more boldly now at the bodies of the young, nearly naked hunks in front of her.

“All right,” she said finally, turning to me. “So how come you are the only guy who is fully dressed?”

I just shrugged and told her I was shy, which she knew was a damned lie. “Bull,” she said. “I’ve got five go-go boys here,
and I’d like a sixth to make it an even half dozen. How about it?”

“Okay,” I said, and proceeded to strip down to my jockey shorts. Ari started the music again, and I lined up with the boys
and clowned it up, executing the most awful go-go dance in the history of man.

After a minute Joan got up off the sofa and began dancing along with us. As I mentioned before, she is still a great dancer,
even at her age. She didn’t join the line, however; she danced in front of each guy in turn, matching their bumps and grinds
to a T. But she stopped to rest after two songs, as she was a bit winded and sweating up a storm. We all had another round,
with me acting as bartender. Joan made a comment about how hot it was, and how she was sweating. “That’s because you’re the
only one here wearing a top,” I told her.

She looked at me with a quizzical expression. “Well, I can’t take it off with these guys here,” she said.

“Why not?” I replied. “You went topless at the nude beach last year, didn’t you?”

She said nothing for a moment, and then she kind of shrugged. “Well, yeah, I guess you’re right,” she said, and with that
she pulled the T-shirt over her head.

A few whistles went up as the six of us admired her breasts, with their erect gumdrop nipples. She stood there for a moment
in just her tiny shorts, then sat down on the sofa, crossing her arms over her breasts.

But when the music started again the guys pulled her off the sofa and she came willingly, laughing with abandon as she joined
in the dance. Her perky breasts jiggled up and down and from side to side with the rhythm of the music, and I could tell that
some of the guys were getting turned on, as the bulges in their thongs started to grow into tents. I knew that Joan was aware
of it, too, but she just kept on laughing and dancing.

Eventually the tight thongs the guys were wearing evidently became too restrictive for their increasingly stiff cocks, and
one by one they discarded them, letting those cocks wave in the breeze. I was getting stiff, too, and not to be outdone I
removed my jockey shorts, so that there were now six guys with full erections, or close to it, dancing with my topless lady.
At one point, when she had her back to me, I snuck up behind her and swiftly pulled her shorts down around her ankles, along
with her panties. She let out a shriek, then started to giggle as a few of the guys whistled again. “What the hell,” she said,
stepping out of the garments, “It’s my birthday, so I might as well be in my birthday suit, right?”