Letters to Penthouse VI by Penthouse International Page A

dressed to kill. We really looked hot. Up until then, I had never really thought about the sex aspect of crossdressing. But on this particular night, two guys were buying us drinks. The next thing I knew, one of the guys had his hand up my dress. I looked at him in shock, and he said, “I want to suck your meat, honey.”
    I looked him right in the eye and said, “You know, I'm a cross-dresser.”
    He said, “I know,” and proceeded to pump my cock under the table.
    Well, now I have men friends and lady friends. My body is looking great. My doctor, God bless her, gives me hormone shots. These days I crossdress all the time, and I simply love it.—
G.T., Topeka, Kansas
    COUPLE FINDS THAT SHARING FANTASIES LIVENS UP THEIR SEX
    My boyfriend Roger and I started seeing each other a little over a year ago. From the very beginning our sex life was good, and neither of us had any real complaints. But I had no idea how great our sex would get over time.
    We started sharing a few fantasies with each other during sex, and found that it turned us both on. Then we really let loose and began to reveal all kinds of kinky fantasies that we'd had. Eventually we got even braver and decided to act out one of our fantasies.
    Roger bought me a beautiful lingerie outfit: a matching bra-and-panty set, along with a garter belt and stockings. He asked me to go into the bathroom and change into it. While I did so, he changed into a sexy pair of underwear and a muscle shirt. His hairy chest and broad shoulders, together with that huge bulge between his legs, turned me on instantly. I felt my nipples harden and my pussy get wet.
    He had hung a full-length mirror up on the wall and placed a chair across the room from the mirror. He instructed me to stand in front of the mirror while he sat in the chair to watch me.
    I was a little nervous, but very excited. My juices were flowing. He told me to touch my breasts. I slowly caressed my small, round mounds, shivering as I felt my nipples harden.
    Next he told me to touch my pussy. I slowly ran my fingers down my stomach until I reached my swollen clit. I could smell my fragrant love juices as I slid my finger down my hot, wet crease. Looking in the mirror, I could see him sitting behind me. I noticed he was caressing that huge bulge in his sexy briefs.
    He stood up and came up behind me, pressing his hard cock against my buttocks. He told me to look in the mirror and see how sexy I was as he reached down and stroked my pussy. Moistening his fingers with my juices, he let them dance over my clit until I couldn't hold back. I came like never before.
    Then he turned me around and asked me to kneel down as he unleashed his raging tool. He grabbed hold of it and stroked it as I waited in anticipation, watching his cock grow harder and harder. Finally I couldn't wait a minute longer. I slid the head of his cock into my mouth, and as I did he let loose a tremendous load of sweet, warm come.
    I'm happy to say that day was just the beginning of a new phase of our relationship. We have acted out many other fantasies since then, and will continue to do so in the future.—
S.M., Melbourne, Florida
    COLLEGE GIRL DISCOVERS THAT FIRST LOVE ISN'T ALWAYS BEST LOVE
    Poor Brad. He's my childhood sweetheart and best bud. But now that we're in college together—coming from a small town in Utah to a big eastern campus—Brad is learning the dangers of staying attached to your first love. I wish I could sympathize with him, but I'm having so much fun meeting and fucking gorgeous new men that I don't really have time to hold his hand. In his own puppy dog way, though, Brad is getting off on my adventures. It's like I'm having enough sex for both of us. Maybe I should explain.
    Brad has adored me since we were both about nine. Our friendship is deep, but our romance peaked on the night I let him take down the top of my dress and fondle my breasts. (Yeah, guys, you'd love them. They're full and soft and honey-sweet.) That was a