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The Attic
By Ricky
It was a hot summer Sunday, Mary 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
Mary'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 nothing to change into
and was soon shivering in the suddenly cool air. I felt a
bit silly, but when Mary 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 Mary 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 Mary sure did. We broke up
at the discovery, and before I knew it Mary 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 your 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 Mary 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 Mary'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. Mary 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 Mary 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, Mary 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. Okay, 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 Mary's mother and father must have
had an active and imaginative sex life.
Holding up a heavy, boned corset Mary 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 Mary 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. Mary'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, Mary 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 Mary very well. We went downstairs to
her room where Mary 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 Mary'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 Mary 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 it 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 Mary'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. 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.
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