Cheryl Rixon

Cheryl Rixon appeared in Penthouse magazine in December of 1977, and was chosen the Penthouse pet at the beginning of 1979.

My dad had issues of Penthouse stashed in the bottom drawer of his dresser, and I found them and would peruse them with mild interest. This interest grew as I moved into puberty, and I could barely contain myself when I began to be able to purchase these illicit and magical magazines for myself, barely 17.

One of the first ones I bought was that December Penthouse, which was so much better than Playboy because they showed wide-open beavers. Not entirely wide-open, but it left little to my imagination, having not had any experience with any beavers up to that time.

Cheryl's pussy was covered with a light red hair, and her thighs were heavy, and her ass succulent the way she posed, jutting up as if to take the thrusts of cock. While her labia weren't entirely visible (Penthouse would slowly move towards that through the '80s) the shape of her pubis, and her slightly open buttocks and split ready cunt drove me to horny masturbatory convulsions dozens of times.

I think I jerked off to those pictures of Cheryl Rixon - with her light eyes, her playful gaze into the camera, and her red pussy hair, more cushion than thatch - more often, more completely, and more satisfyingly than any other single stroke-book image my entire life. (Jennifer Welles, the equally buxom and dishwater-haired porn star, probably comes in a close second.) It was all I had, before the internet, and VHS tapes.

Ms. Rixon retired from the business after appearing in some films, and is now running a perfume business.



I'm sure my obsession with red pussy hair began with her.