Letters to Penthouse XXII

by Penthouse International

  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 c
rotch. 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

  X-RATED ROMP

  In the early seventies I had the most bizarre and memorable sexual experience of my life.

  I was thirty-two, and had just gone through a divorce the previous year. As any divorce knows, your sex life turns to extremes of feast or famine when you’re single again. I was going through one of the famine stages when my friend Johnny called and said his wife’s best friend from high school, a flight attendant from a nearby city, was coming to stay with them for a week. He asked if I’d like to go out with her when she arrived.

  Although I never liked being fixed up, I consented. The second day their friend Lilly was in town we all got together at my friend’s home for dinner and drinks. Lilly and I got along well, and we talked until about eleven. Lilly didn’t kiss me good night, though, and I thought I’d probably never see her again.

  Much to my surprise, however, Johnny called two nights later, a Thursday, and asked if I wanted to accompany him and his wife and Lilly to an X-rated movie at a local theater, He said the place wouldn’t be crowded on a Thursday night and that the odds were good no one there would recognize us. I said sure.

  On the way to the movie house I sat in the back of my friend’s car with Lilly, noticing how young she looked for twenty-five, how beautiful and innocent her face looked and yet how conservatively she was dressed. She wore a girlish pink top, and a knee-length skirt. Her clothes fit well, but sure didn’t show off her figure. The only hint of adventure was in her orange nail polish. It was February and it was cold. She wasn’t wearing pantyhose or heels, preferring just a pair of dark blue flats. With the exception of a pair of earrings, she wore no jewelry. She stood about five-foot-four and weighed, I guess, about one-fifteen.

  Our conversation in the car was again polite and general. I couldn’t help wondering what was going through her mind on her way to an X-rated film. I knew what was going on in my mind.

  At the theater, we took seats in the middle of a vacant row. I sat on the right, with Lilly to my left, then Francesca, Johnny’s wife, with Johnny to her left. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness—the only light being that cast from the projection booth to the screen—I saw only about six other people in the theater, one couple near the back and four men sitting by themselves in various rows well removed from us. The nearest person was about six or seven rows away.

  The movie on the screen left nothing to the imagination. I don’t know what transpired in the film before we arrived, but as we seated ourselves the lead male character was making out heavily with his girlfriend, feeling her up all over and slowly undressing her. Whoever had directed the film didn’t hurry with the scene, preferring to concentrate on the foreplay before the man eventually stripped the girl naked and started fucking her. The foreplay portion of the scene took about ten minutes, and I noticed that all four of us were totally absorbed in the action on the screen.

  None of us had spoken a word when suddenly Lilly leaned over and whispered to me, “I’ve never come by playing with my breasts. Would you help me off with my coat?” I did a double take, wondering if I had imagined what I thought she’d just said. She was looking me in the eyes, however, and our faces were only an inch or two apart. She bent closer, gave me a quick kiss on the lips and said softly, “Please hurry.”

  After I helped her out of her coat her hands roamed up and down her breasts for about thirty seconds. Then she slowly began to unbutton her blouse. She didn’t pull her blouse out of her skirt, preferring to leave it tucked in but open to the waist. She played with her breasts again, moaning softly to herself, then unhooked her bra, one of the new (at the time) hook-in-the-front models.

  Her bra fell to either side of her rib cage, revealing two of the most beautifully shaped breasts I’d ever seen. They were size 34D and were perfectly shaped. Each rounded mound sloped upward, and they were capped with the biggest nipples I had ever seen. Slowly she tweaked each beautiful brown bud between her thumb and index finger, pulling and twisting until each nipple extended at least an inch. She continued to squeeze her breasts and to roll and twist her nipples for a full five minutes, breathing harder with each passing minute.

  As she continued to turn herself on, she slowly slid down in her seat until her back was on the cushion, her head resting at almost a forty-five degree angle on the back of the seat, her legs spread and her knees braced tightly against the seat in front of her. In the process of sliding down in her seat, her skirt had slid up to a little above mid-thigh.

  Her breathing changed to deep gasps, and her beautiful nipples crinkled to a seemingly impossible stiffness and length. Lilly suddenly closed her eyes, turned her head into the armrest of the seat, grasped the top of the seat in front of her with both hands and moaned, “Make me come. Oh, please, make me come.”

  I promise you I wasted no time—and neither did Francesca, who was sitting and witnessing Lilly’s antics from the other side.

  Francesca zeroed in on Lilly’s breasts and nipples, pulling and tugging and nibbling to her heart’s delight. I went to work on Lilly’s pussy, which she raised in the air, her hips gyrating. I pulled Lilly’s skirt up to her waist, and much to my surprise discovered she was not wearing panties. I slipped two fingers up to the last knuckle in her throbbing cunt, while pressing my thumb against her erect clit. She came almost immediately, soaking my hand.

  I continued working my fingers into Lilly as she began a multiple orgasm, her moans growing louder and louder. Soon Francesca switched her tactics on Lilly’s breasts from gentle to exuberant, tonguing and flicking the rubber-hard nipples at lightning speed. Each time Francesca sucked, Lilly arched her back off the seat cushion, moaning loudly, her rib cage and hollow stomach becoming all the more pronounced. She seemed to delight in the combination of breast and pussy attention, coming repeatedly, juice gushing almost continuously from her excited pussy.

  The picture of her on the theater seat, in the throes of sexual passion, has never left my mind, even though it’s been almost twenty-five years since then.

  Johnny, no longer able to contain himself, grabbed Francesca and started emulating the foreplay scene in the movie.

  I brought Lilly to another orgasm, my left hand tweaking her nipples while my right hand continued to do its thing with her sopping wet cunt.

  After a brief cooling-off period she sat upright in her seat, pulled her skirt down and buttoned her blouse. I noticed, though, that she’d left her bra unhooked.

  Without anyone saying anything, we all got up and left the theater. We went to Johnny’s car, which was parked in a secluded area of the movie house’s parking lot. We didn’t drive back home for more than an hour—but that’s another story.

  Alas, watching X-rated movies in the privacy of your own home on your own VCR just
doesn’t seem as exciting as it did two decades ago in a nearly vacant movie theater.—L.K., Akron, Ohio

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