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~Subject: TG: The Clothes in the Attic
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You know the drill, if you are under 18 you need to ask your mother if
you can read this because it has sex and other adult stuff in it.

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The Clothes in the Attic by Ricky


It was a hot summer Sunday, Jenny and I had been picnicking and
enjoying the sun all day.  We were walking in the park several blocks
from her old family home in the old section of the city when the sky
started to darken and the clouds began to look ominous.  Before we
knew it we were running through a downpour, encumbered by picnic
baskets and other heavy items.  It was getting cooler too, when we got
to Jenny's place we were thoroughly cold and soaked, and quickly
stripped off our soggy clothes.  She was soon dressed in dry clothes,
but I had no change and was soon shivering in the suddenly cool air.
I felt a bit silly, but when Jenny offered me her pink flowered robe I
put it on.  At least I tried to, it was several sizes too small and my
arms barely fit the sleeves.

We sat around watching the tube and finishing our picnic as my clothes
dried, but Jenny kept looking at me in a peculiar way.  At last I
realized her attention was on my prick, which had started to work its
way out of the robe.  There was the head of my cock lying amid the
roses of the robe, and I hadn't even noticed, but Jenny sure did.  We
broke up at the discovery, and before I knew it Jenny had begun to
kiss my wayward prick.

She started slowly, barely nibbling the exposed tip of my bone, then
worked her way up to long, slow, hot licks over my growing
member. Soon it soon parted the robe and stood tall and proud.  I lay
back and felt her hot tongue slide up and down my cock, but I was very
aware of the silky fabric of the robe clinging to my body.  With my
eyes closed I felt the warm, wet ring of her lips slowly slide down my
cock until it reached the very root.  Then she slowly and sensually
sucked inward and her lips once again slid upward as she milked my
throbbing prick. She would pause a bit at the top of the stroke and
wiggle her tongue into my prick hole or run it around the glans, then
she started downward again.  Each stroke was heaven, and I began to
shift around on the couch, once again Making me aware of the nylon
robe I wore.  Soon her fingers were tracing patterns on my balls while
she held the top of my prick in her lips, giving little sucks now and
then while she tickled my balls.  I was going crazy, feeling the urge
to come when she suddenly went still and I felt only the barest touch
of her nails sliding over my cock.  There was a sudden coolness as she
removed her mouth and whispered "You have to promise to do just what I
tell you when you come over next weekend before I finish you off!"

What could I do?  Of course I promised and she began a frenzy of
sucking that soon had me erupting into her mouth, filling it with hot
cum.  As I lay there recovering she quickly peeled off her clothes and
spread her legs provocatively as she seated herself in front of
me. With a groan I shook off my lethargy and prepared to return the
favor. I had never felt her so wet, and I don't mean from the rain.
My lips barely touched her curly black hair before she began to moan
with pleasure.  I dug further into her snatch and she began to writhe
as soon as I ran the tip of my tongue over her cunt lips.  Without any
hesitation I rammed two fingers deep into her love tunnel and began to
suck her clit.  This was no time for subtlety, she was more turned on
than I had ever seen her and she wanted it now!.  I pumped my hand in
and out of her dripping snatch and licked for all I was worth, trying
to keep up with her bucking hips.  In only minutes she screamed and
abandoned herself to an orgasm of staggering intensity.  I was amazed
to find my prick hard again and quickly drove it into her soaking
snatch. there was virtually no friction and I fucked her furiously,
driving deep into her lovely cunt and pulling out again.  I just kept
on pounding away for as long as I could, and at some point became
aware of her robe around my body.  How convenient to just open the
seam and fuck away, no pants to tangle, nothing in the way at all.
With each thrust the unaccustomed silky fabric strained around my
body, adding a sensuous dimension to our lovemaking I had never felt
before.  At last I felt my cum rising and redoubled my efforts,
filling her drenched twat with yet more hot and sticky fluids.

After the most intense lovemaking we had yet experienced I hated to go
home, but a job is a job you have to be there to earn you pay. As I
left she reminded me she had some special plans for next weekend and I
had promised to do anything she asked of me.  I happily agreed to do
anything she wanted.

It was a long week, waiting to see what Jenny had in mind.  When
Friday came I rang her doorbell of her old frame house with intense
anticipation.  I'm not sure what I was expecting, but it surely wasn't
an evening looking through the family albums.  I got acquainted with
her family, so to speak, with Jenny's commentaries about her various
relatives.  Her mother and two sisters had lived in this house after
she became a widow, and the three of them were rather flamboyant
characters for their time.  I admired the many pictures of these
beautiful women, seemingly always at parties, balls and other events
in beautiful frilly dresses.  At last it came time to go to bed and I
got my surprise.  Laid on the bed were two sheer, lacy matching
nightgowns. Jenny picked the larger one up and handed it to me.

"Time to make good on your promise.", she said.  She explained that
seeing me in her robe last week had really turned her on, and she
wanted to sleep with me wearing just the nightgown.  I was a bit
unnerved, but what the heck.  I did like the feel of the robe last
week, and if me in a dress turned Jenny on I wasn't going to
protest. I'll say one thing for a nightgown, there is none of the
awkward hitching of pants under the covers when it comes time to fuck,
just a quick tug and we were screwing away.

We ate breakfast in our bedclothes the next morning, but when I
suggested we get dressed, Jenny said we had to visit the attic
first. The attic?  We had christened just about every room in the
house with our lovemaking, but the attic?  I started to ask questions
but she put her finger to my lips and shushed me.  Taking my hand she
lead me up the winding staircases to the finished attic on the 3rd
floor of the old house.  As we entered the attic she finally
explained.

"I hope you don't think it's too weird, but there are trunkfulls of my
mother's and aunt's clothes up here that should fit you just fine."

I suppose I should have seen it coming after having spent the night in
a nightgown.  OK, call me weird, call me perverted, call me anything
you like.  After last night's sex I was getting turned on myself at
the thought of wearing a dress.  There were several trunks of clothes
and in one was a collection of corsets and stockings and sexy lingerie
that told me Jenny's mother and father must have had an active and
imaginative sex life.  Holding up a heavy, boned corset Jenny said
"It's you! Try it on!  If anything will give you a woman's shape, this
will." With her enthusiastic help I put it on, padding the hips with
soft fabric from the trunks, and Jenny pulled the lacing in the back,
tightening the garment around my belly.  The treasure trove in the
trunks produced a classic brassiere with circular stitching on the
cups which was soon stuffed with soft lingerie, a slip and several
petticoats.  Jenny's mother was a statuesque woman, they fit much
better than last weekend's robe.  And I must admit it felt rather
good. Selecting a satin dress from the collection, Jenny slipped it
over my head zipped up the back.  The style may have been years out of
date, but it was soft and feminine and felt strangely comforting.
Every time I moved or a vagrant breeze blew I was again aware of my
attire.

A bit more rummaging produced a vintage outfit from one of her aunts
that fit Jenny very well.  We went downstairs to her room where Jenny
produced a pair of stockings and placed one of her wigs on my head.  I
drew the line when she wanted to make me up, enough was enough.  We
stood before the mirror and surveyed the results.  I was surprised.
While I was obviously a man in a dress, I didn't look too bad, and it
surely felt good!.  For the rest of the morning we could hardly keep
our hands off each other, taking every opportunity to touch, caressing
the silky fabric, waiting as our passion built.  I was getting really
excited, and could feel my cock growing beneath the pressure of my
corset.  She continually teased me as we went about the domestic
routines of housekeeping, telling me in great detail what she would do
to me when the chores were done.

Every move in my corset and dress brought new and pleasurable
sensations, The tightness of the corset made me all the more aware of
my maleness.  At last I could stand it no longer and began to nibble
on Jenny's bare neck above the silky dress.  She sighed and I began to
inch her skirt and slip upward and caress her ass.  The fabric of our
dresses slid between us and I was aware of the pressure of my bra as
she leaned against me.  I could barely feel her nipples beneath the
layers of old fashioned fabric, but she began to sigh as I cupped her
breasts and then slowly slid a finger under the bodice and stroked her
tits.  I worked in ever deeper until I began to flick her nipples, now
hardening and pressing against the heavy stitching of her bra.  There
is very little give in those old garments, not like the elastic of
today, but I was obviously touching all the right places.  Gathering
her skirts and lifting I began to trace the outline of her panties,
feeling the wetness seeping into them from her wet cunt.  I worked a
finger under the fabric and began to gently stroke her clit, which
caused her to collapse in my arms.  I lead her to a chair and set her
down.  Kneeling before her I again raised her skirts and removed her
panties.  Spreading her legs I began to lightly caress her crotch,
brushing the hair with my finger, then blowing gently on her dripping
snatch.  I wanted this to last, so I began to kiss her thighs, just
barely brushing her pubic hair as I passed from one leg to
another. After teasing her for a good long while I began to tongue her
snatch lightly, barely touching the soft wet lips of her cunt, then
moving on to flick her clit or another soft area of flesh.  Not that
this was easy to do, for Jenny was moving around in the chair,
grinding her hips in pleasure and urging me to make her come.  Her
shirts and petticoats had fallen over my head, and I worked in a soft,
feminine cave as I ate her cunt with delight.  Licking a finger I
inserted it into her slit, and it slid in with unbelievable ease, she
was really turned on by dressing me up.  I began to probe the inside
of her crack with my finger, tickling and wiggling.  I hooked my
finger around her pubic bone and began to tug from the inside of her
cunt, pulling her body past my tongue and then letting it go to allow
my wet tongue to once again slide over her clit.  Now she was
screaming at the top of her lungs "Now, you bastard, make me come now
and fuck me. Now!"  I redoubled my efforts, tongue flying over her
erect clitoris and lips slurping up her juices as fast as they gushed
forth.  She suddenly began bucking up and down and with a wordless cry
tripped over the edge of orgasm, but I kept on licking until she began
to calm down.  She recovered slowly, and each time her breathing
slowed I again licked her soaking cunt and felt her body shiver.

I stood up and lifted my skirt and pulled down my panties, freeing my
cock to swing in the air before her.  She quickly turned in the chair,
offering me her shining wet ass for the taking.  Still holding my
skirts I drove my pecker full length into her with a single thrust,
and them began to ram my rod in and out of her cunt with abandon.
With each thrust I felt the tightness of the corset shift about my
middle and heard the rustle of skirts as I drove my manhood into her.
What a contrast, my hot stiff pecker pounding a happy and receptive
woman while I wore her mother's clothes.  I couldn't see what was
happening through the layers of skirt, but I could feel my love rod
being sucked into her, feel my balls swinging with each stoke and
slapping into her body.  With each thrust I grunted in time to her
sharp cries of pleasure, feeling the shock waves of pleasure run
through her ass as I continued to pound my pecker into her sweet
cunt. I again could feel my cum rising from deep in my balls, but is
was doing so more slowly and intensely than usual.  It must have been
the corset, the pressure on my body was slowing down my reactions,
allowing me to savor the feeling as I prepared to fire jets of thick,
creamy spunk deep into Jenny's slippery tunnel.  Grabbing her waist
through the layers of vintage cloth I pulled her onto my rigid pecker,
crushing her ass into me as I blew my load.  I could barely remain on
my knees and we collapsed into a pile of soft cloth and snuggled for
some time, glowing with the pleasure of our lovemaking.

We have moved much of the clothing from the attic to a spare bedroom,
and I have gotten deeper and deeper into crossdressing since that
wonderful first time.  We have discovered many other men who love the
feminine and are active in a local crossdresser's club.  I keep my
legs shaved and have even been bold enough to venture out of the house
dressed in more modern feminine clothing, but we still love to dress
up together in her mother's clothes and return to fantasies of an
earlier age.