From alt.sex.stories.tg Thu Oct 24 16:47:03 1996 Path: nienor!fu-berlin.de!nntp.zit.th-darmstadt.de!voskovec.radio.cz!www.nntp.primenet.com!nntp.primenet.com!howland.erols.net!news.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!uunet!in1.uu.net!news.idt.net!news ~From: Ricky ~Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.tg ~Subject: TG: The Clothes in the Attic ~Date: Sun, 20 Oct 1996 22:09:55 -0700 Organization: IDT Corporation ~Lines: 124 Message-ID: <326B05A3.322B@mail.idt.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: ip182.rochester.ny.interramp.com Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-Mailer: Mozilla 2.01 (Win16; I) 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. ----------------------------------------------- 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.