Letters to Penthouse XXII (29 page)

After gently patting her dry I ate her for what seemed like hours, bringing her to several gyrating orgasms. I was so excited and so hard that when I moved up on the bed to enter her I nearly came immediately. Her previously hairy pussy had been transformed into the most wonderful, warm, sweet place on earth. We literally made love for hours, only taking time to catch our breath and replenish needed liquids.

I shave her myself, every day. We have a little routine that begins with her shower. After showering she calls me, telling me she’s ready for her shave. I dutifully prepare the warm water and shaving utensils and a towel. Many times our morning shave ends in sessions of glorious lovemaking. I’ve told Laura that as long as she keeps her pussy shaved for me there is no way I could ever think of cheating on her. I’m living my wildest fantasy every day of my life. She’s even told her girlfriends that I shave her every morning, and “he just wants me all the time!”

It may seem odd to those women who have never shaved their pussies, but what I say is true: My wife has given me the most wonderful gift any man could ever ask for. She enjoys her newly shaved pussy too. At her annual checkup, her doctor asked her why her pussy was shaved, and she gleefully told him, “Because my husband just loves it this way!”

When she gets dressed up to go out socially, she takes delight in knowing that under her elegant dress she is totally nude, open and available to my amorous caresses. Laura’s an absolutely drop-dead gorgeous woman to begin with, but knowing she’s shaved makes her sexier. I think other men can sense something about her. It’s difficult to explain, but she is always the center of attention wherever we go.

Shortly after she allowed me to shave her for the first time, we took a trip. I thought nothing of the fact that she wore a cute little sundress on the plane. Partway through our trip she pulled her blanket over herself and snuggled up to me. I was reading and holding her hand, thinking nothing but pleasant thoughts about how fortunate I was to be married to such a wonderful woman. She slowly guided my hand under her blanket and up between her beautiful thighs. Most of the people around us were either watching the movie or sleeping. I was pleasantly surprised when I discovered she was not wearing panties. I began to gently stimulate her clitoris.

It wasn’t long before she had a death grip on my hand and began moaning sweet nothings. After several minutes she had a monstrous orgasm, stiffening in her chair and clamping her lips to keep from shouting out her pleasure. Then she went to sleep with a big smile on her face.

We went shopping in San Francisco, which is one of my favorite cities. As we strolled down the street, hand in hand, we passed a custom corset maker’s shop. She gazed in the window. “I have an idea,” she winked. “Let’s go in here.” We walked around the shop, looking at all of the super-feminine garter belts and corsets. She knows my other deep fantasy. Real nylons!

Laura has long, perfectly sculpted legs, and she knows it. I often tell her jokingly that I married a pair of legs. She selected a couple garter belts and had them customized with extra straps. She told the saleslady we would be back before five to pick them up.

From there we went to an exclusive women’s hosiery shop where she bought at least a dozen pairs of super-sheer, glimmering stockings in black and summer colors. I was getting more excited by the minute.

We grabbed a cab back to the corset shop, because it was faster. Street cars are all fine and good, but we had the desire. She went into the fitting room to try on her new garter belts. The saleslady went into the dressing room with her to make certain the fit was perfect. I would have given anything to see the saleslady’s face when she saw that under her cute little sundress my wife was naked and clean-shaven. It must have been a rush, because when my wife was paying her for the garter belts her face was flushed.

On our way out the door the saleslady thanked us for stopping by and told Laura to come back anytime, as it would be a pleasure to serve her again.

Back at our hotel, Laura shed her dress and tried both of her new garter belts on for me. As I admired my darling wife I was more and more aroused. She fended off my advances, telling me I would have to wait until we re-turned from dinner.

When we arrived in the lobby I told the concierge that we would need a cab. He hailed a cab and held my wife’s door open for her. As she swung her gorgeous long legs into the cab I saw her purposely flash the concierge, showing her stocking tops and her freshly shaved pussy. She is a devil. During dinner I told her that I’d seen what she did, and she said, “Don’t you just love it? This is going to be so much fun. I’m glad you shaved my pussy and I really, really like these nylons.”

That was it. She has never worn anything but nylon stockings since, and never any panties. That knowledge puts an incredible strain on me when we’re in public, be-cause all I want to do is take her somewhere private and make mad love to her.

These two simple things have endeared her to me even more. Our relationship is one of total commitment to one another, fun-filled outings and passionate lovemaking. If there was ever a man who worshipped his wife, I believe I come as close as any man ever has to fitting that mold. What more could I possibly ask for? She’s smart, witty, sexy and a little devil, in and out of bed.

Her girlfriends are envious of my devotion to her. After many years in a bad relationship, I think it’s pretty neat that I live my fantasies on a daily basis.—
O.N., Wilmington, Delaware

TINY TITTERS

Your magazine is fantastic. Magazines that show real women are great. I’ve read the letters you’ve printed pro-claiming the sexiness of flat-chested women with exceptional interest, and now I want to share a very sexy experience with other readers.

My husband and I separated several months ago. I quit my job and got another one at a local retail store. I got to know two of the guys there really well, and they appeared to be interested in me as well. I’m thirty-six years old, and have a face and figure that draw a lot of glances from both men and women (which I love, because I’m very bi). I’m tall and very slender. My measurements are 32-25-34. As you might imagine from those numbers, I have nothing but a couple of bee stings for tits. Like most tit-less women, I buy mine in the lingerie department. I hate wearing falsies, but I live with it.

About a week ago I offered to cook a meal for Chuck and Jerry at Jerry’s place. After dinner we sat around the living room talking and drinking a lot of wine. I noticed a men’s magazine under the coffee table. While thumbing through it, I came to a section called “Reader’s Sweet-hearts.” I noticed one very sexy lady in her mid-thirties who had really tiny tits, and pointed her out to the guys. I was pretty surprised when they both said they didn’t re-ally worry too much if a woman had big or even average-size tits. Jerry said that I could easily win a “Reader’s Sweethearts” contest, and Chuck agreed quite enthusiastically. I laughed, saying I’d often fantasized about posing in a magazine but it just never happened.

Jerry got up, smiling, and went into his bedroom. He returned with a Polaroid camera. The wine had softened me up. I sexily asked what he had in mind. He suggested maybe taking a few pictures of me with my skirt up and my top open, “to show off my sexy feet, perfect legs and whatever my open top revealed!”

I was very excited about the idea, but I was paranoid about them finding out my tits weren’t real. Finally I agreed. I undid my top to expose the white tops of my bra cups. I stretched out on the couch, pointing my toes to ac-cent my long, slender legs, and hiked my skirt up to just below my panties (which were now quite wet from my excited, dripping pussy). Jerry shot a few pics from different angles.

I was really getting into it. After some more encouragement from the guys I shed my top and skirt, leaving me in just my bra and panties. My panties were super-sheer and super-wet, so my bush showed through nicely. They were very brief, so some of my bush stuck out. The guys loved it.

They directed me through various erotic poses, and soon suggested that the pictures would be even sexier if I showed a little more by undoing my bra (the clasp was between the cups) and lowering my panties. I giggled and slipped my panties right off, exposing my wet pussy, and coyly undid the clasp on my bra, letting the cups fall to the sides but still covering my almost nonexistent tits. Chuck took a couple shots, then suggested I may as well go all the way and shed my bra.

I felt my face flush and toyed with the cups of my bra. “Uh, guys, you’re going to be disappointed. I just have little ones. You won’t laugh?”

Chuck smiled, stepped over and gave me a light kiss. “You’re gorgeous. Tits don’t mean anything,” he promised. He slipped my bra off, baring my smooth, flat chest and tiny nipples.

I laughed softly and said, “See? Bet you haven’t seen tits this tiny!” I nervously traced circles around my two nipples. Jerry snapped more pies as I posed in different positions for them. “If you guys really like my little tits, let them know,” I purred. “They love to be sucked!”

Chuck was over in a second, pressing his face against my chest and sucking each nipple as though he was trying to suck them right off my chest! It didn’t take long before I undressed each of them, and we were all frolicking on the couch, one on each side of me. One was kissing me and playing with my nipples, the other fingering me, and I had a throbbing hard-on in each hand. I had only been fucked once since I split up with my husband (not including some pretty wild sessions with women) and I was going to get all the hard cock I could tonight.

Jerry was the first to roll over between my legs, which were now spread as wide as I could spread them, and guide his cock deep inside me as I raised my butt off the couch to meet him. Chuck moved aside to let Jerry give me a good fucking. As I thrashed around, I saw Chuck inspecting my falsies. “Hey, play with these tits!” I laughed, and pulled at my nipples. Jerry leaned back, still fucking me, and Chuck leaned over and began to suck my nipples. I came like mad.

Chuck fucked me next, and I quickly reached another mind-bending orgasm. Then we lay exhausted on the couch, sipping more wine and talking. They both kept glancing at my titless chest as we talked, as well as the rest of my naked, tired body.

I picked up my bra and sat up, arching my back. “Tell me the truth. Which would really get a second look under a tight, thin top. This?” and I held the bra over my tits. “Or this,” and I lowered the bra, baring my tiny nipples. Jerry said that a lot of guys would prefer a nice set of tits under a top, either real or fake, but a lot of guys also like little tits.

Jerry took the bra from me and ran his fingertips over the protruding nipples on the falsies. “They look pretty real. You had us fooled,” he smiled.

I have gone out with each of them since that wild evening, and intend to keep it going. I’m getting all the fucking I can handle, and none of the comments I’ve gotten from some other guys about my little tits.—
K.R., Boise, Idaho

LONG TEASE

I have had an infatuation with older women for years. I am currently twenty-nine, with a thing for women in their mid-forties. My friend Nan still looks good at forty-eight. She’s gained some weight, but remains attractive.

I’m both an exhibitionist and voyeur. I love to soak up the sun. Over the last couple years I’ve decided to exhibit myself for Nan. I purchased several tight bikini swimsuits. The first was a neon yellow suit with a full back. When this suit gets wet it shows almost everything.

When I wore this suit in front of Nan for the first time I thought she was going to freak out. We live about a hundred miles apart. She lives in a relatively secluded area on the outskirts of her town. One weekend my wife and I went to visit her. I told my wife I was going to make it a long weekend, staying over Sunday night while she drove back home.

Monday morning I was on the patio by ten, with shorts on over my suit. I also had my towel and a spray bottle full of water. I took the shorts off to catch the rays. Around noon I decided to go inside. I dumped the remainder of the water on my crotch. Thinking of what I was about to do had given me a slightly rigid cock.

Nan was standing at the kitchen counter when I came inside. Her eyes went to my crotch. She quickly looked up. I took my towel and wiped my face and hair. She stared at my bulge. I started a conversation with her. She kept lowering her eyes to peek at my growing member. Knowing the effect I was having gave me an outrageous hard-on, and I had to limp to the bathroom and stroke myself to a giant eruption.

Last year I bought a couple of thong swimsuits, one yellow and one black. During another long weekend at Nan’s I became more brazen than the previous year. I stroked myself a couple of times to get a nice bulge started before I walked into the kitchen. Her eyes once again focused on my crotch. I made a tall glass of ice water as she stared at my exposed butt. When I turned around, her eyes stayed on my throbbing cock.

I leaned against the cabinets to give her a clear view. Then I once more raced to the bathroom to jerk off. My eyes crossed as my geyser hit the tile wall.

I also have purchased numerous pairs of thong underwear. The mornings when we are the only two in the house, hers or mine, I will parade around for her to ogle me. She walks around wearing short, silk sleep-shirts and nothing else. They continually ride up on her hips or fall open at the neckline, putting her goods on display. A couple of times I have seen her pinch her nipples to make them stand out. I am constantly peeking at her. Nan has asked me several times when we were alone at her house, “Isn’t it nice to go around here nearly naked without worrying about the neighbors?”

This year I’ve bought a white thong bikini suit. I’ve tested it to see what it looks like when wet. I might as well be in the buff. As a matter of fact, I expect the comment to be made. If it is, I plan on stripping off right there in front of her. Then I’m going to ask her to apply some sunscreen to my back as I stand there naked. I might even ask her to do my front too. If she does I will probably come the instant she touches me.—
M.F., Marietta, Georgia