Date: Sun, 27 Dec 2009 16:35:23 -0500
From: David Foster <dfmorgan32@gmail.com>
Subject: Sylvia and Her Girdles Part II, TG/TV

If you read Part I, you'll remember that I promised to tell
you about my first sixty-nine with my new lover, Malcolm.
After our first fuck, I slowly raised my cunt off his now
withering shaft, removed the condom and poured his love
cream into my mouth. Then I turned my back so he could
refasten the rear garters of my black Rago open bottom
girdle before I sat down beside him and kissed him with my
cummy lips and tongue.

Then, to my surprise, he bent down and began to nurse on my
half-soft clit, still dripping from my own fuckinduced
climax. He was a bit hesitant with this newfound pleasure
but his passion for my girdled form soon made him an eager
learner.

"Do you like the taste of my clit, Malcolm?"

"Honestly, darling, you're my first. I guess I've lived a
pretty conventional life. But I'm beginning to realize that
I've missed what I really always wanted." He bent over again
to take in my clit which was beginning to grow firm again.

"Just work on the head for a while, darling," I told him.
"Use your tongue and lips as if it were a nipple."

"It feels so wonderful to suck you while my cheek is against
your girdle." He kept working on my clit, now and then
moving down my thighs to kiss the bare flesh above my
stockings and lick the garter tabs. I could see his own meat
was beginning to fill again and I yearned to possess it once
more.

"Shall we sixty-nine, lover?" He nodded while keeping his
lips busy on my clit. I turned so that we were lying head to
sex on the couch and took his almost firm cock into my
welcoming mouth. The couch was a bit narrow and I eased
under him so that he was almost on top where he could fuck
my mouth while he sucked my clit.

Since we had both cum within  the last few minutes, the
process was blissfully long and slow and I used every
technique to keep him from cumming before I was ready. I
could tell when he was getting too close and I would take
out his engorged cock and squeeze the shaft sharply. Then I
would resume a very light tongue and lip action, only
gradually taking it in deeper and letting him fuck my mouth.
Meanwhile, his novice effort was gradually getting me ready.
I was beginning to really adore my passionate girdle lover.

"Oh, Sylvia, I can't wait any longer. Please, darling." I
was on the verge myself so I fingered his love hole lightly
and he gasped and I took him in deep for the spurting spasms
as I shot into his virgin mouth. I thought sure he might gag
but he took it all.

"Swallow it, darling, to seal our love," I
whispered and he did without a murmur.
After we had exchanged long, cum-tasting
kisses, I asked him then when he had first
realized that he was so stimulated by
girdles.

"I used to masturbate while looking at
girdle ads when I was a kid and I remember
seeing my mother in her girdle a few
times when she was getting dressed and
getting so excited I had to dash to the
bathroom to jack off. I went with a girl
for a while in college who wore a panty
girdle and she let me rub her clit through
the fabric while she stroked me off into a
condom. I can remember how wonderful her
girdle smelled when she got sexy."

"Doesn't your wife wear a girdle?"

He laughed ruefully, "Nothing but
pantyhose."

"I mean, she must know how much they turn
you on. I'd think she would wear one for
your pleasure."

"Don't think I haven't suggested it, but
she laughed and called me a queer. And now,
dearest Sylvia, maybe you're proved that I
am."

"How can you be queer? You love girdled
women and I'm one."

"But sweetheart, I just sucked you off and
I loved it."

"That doesn't make you a cocksucker,
darling. My feminine organs are just a
different shape from your wife's and the
places you suck me and fuck me are just a
bit further apart than her clitoris and
vagina.."

With that, we kissed again and he said, "I
love you so much, Sylvia."

Then, he said he had to get back to his
office and we made a date to go girdle
shopping the next day.  I called Mrs.
French's lingerie and corset shop and made
sure that Jan, my favorite salesperson,
would be on duty. Jan is a mature t girl
and is Mrs. French's best salesperson. She
really understands us t-girls, especially
newcomers like Malcolm, but she is also a
superb bra fitter for girl-girls.

I dressed in a short pleated skirt and
sweater with low heels, bra and a short 12"
girdle, almost a garter belt, with panties
over, and waited outside the shop at the
appointed time. Malcolm came in a taxi and
we kissed briefly before entering the
store. I asked for Jan and she appeared in
a moment, "Sylvia, darling, it's been too
long. And who is this handsome gentleman?"

"This is Malcolm, he going to help me shop
for some pretty things today."

"Wonderful," said Jan, and she smiled,
"Maybe we can find something for him, as
well." And she led us inside and back to
one of the private fitting rooms. There
were mirrors on three sides of the room, a
rack with hangers for our things and
several dressing gowns, a table on which a
number of girdles, bras and all-in-
ones were piled and two chairs. There was
also a display case along one wall with all
sort of t-gear; breast forms, make-up, wigs
and the like, as well as a selection of
dildos, lubes and condoms.

"Just get comfortable, Malcom. Take off
your things and hang them up and slip on
one of those gowns and I'll do the same. I
know you like looking at my clit so I won't
wear panties or a gaff while I try on the
girdles."

For the next twenty minutes, I tried on all
sorts of girdles, bras and all-in-ones for
him, while Jan assisted
and commented on how each one fit. Jan had
assembled a marvelous selection of both
modern and vintage garments from Mrs.
French's collection. Malcolm was obviously
in heaven, especially when I wore a new
garment and paraded close for his visual
and tactile examination. Of course, I was
in a state of high excitement from having
my girdle passion satisfied and I could see
his erect cock jutting out of the front of
his gown.

Jan couldn't help notice his girdle
adoration. "My goodness, Malcolm, that is a
lovely piece of manhood you're displaying.
I envy you, Sylvia."

Then I tried on a vintage Playtex all-latex
girdle, truly a collector's item, and, as I
attached the hose, I glanced at Malcolm and
saw that he was reaching the exploding
point. I went close to him so he could
smell the rubbery fabric and he stood and
pressed his cock against it.

"God, Sylvia, I've really got to cum." His
voice sounded like he was in pleasant
agony.

I glanced at Jan who smiled and said, "I
think we need to help this lad."

With that, Jan brought one of the chairs
for me to lean over and unfastened the back
garters of the Playtex girdle, she rolled
up the bottom slightly, as I bent over, She
went to the display case and got K-Y and a
lubricated rubber.

"Put on the rubber, Malcolm, while I get
this girl ready for you." With that she
knelt behind me, kissed my cunt and rimmed
it lightly with her tongue, bringing my
cock to attention, then
gave me a thorough lubrication. Jan really
knew how to finger fuck a girl and I was
loving it, but it was time for Malcolm's
swollen, rubberclad fuck machine.

He eagerly moved behind me and Jan guided
the cock into place. As he held my hips and
thrust the head in, I said, "Remember,
darling, nice and slow at first."

Our second fuck was even better than the
first as Malcolm had learned to be a
patient lover and also because Jam used the
finger with which she had lubricated me to
give him an anal thrill, sliding it in and
out in rhythm with his thrust.

"Oh, Jan, that feels so good," he almost
groaned.

In response to my unspoken question, Jan
said, "I'm
finger fucking Malcolm, Sylvia. Maybe he
has more of a cunt here than he imagined."

I smiled at the thought, but said, "While
you're helping, come around here and suck
my clit so Malcolm can enjoy my cunt spasms
while he fucks."

"Of course, darling," Jan said, and came
and kneeled beside the chair so she could
take my full clit between her luscious
lips. Jan was a wonderful suck artist and
the experience of being simultaneously
fucked by Malcolm and fellated by her was
pure pleasure.

The long session of trying on girdles had
aroused me beyond belief and now this
mutual stimulation of my clit and cunt
brought me quickly to the peak of feminine
orgasm. My first spasm filled Jan's mouth
with love cream and caused her to suck and
swallow furiously and that same spasm
grabbed Malcolm's cock and started his
mighty ejaculation. Our loving passion went
on and on with spurt after spurt.


When Malcolm and I were spent, Jan said,
"Hey, you two, I need a cum as badly as
you. Someone take care of me, please." With
that, Jan pulled up her short skirt to show
her beautiful clit in a fully aroused
state, thrusting against her panties which
she wore over a six strap garter belt.

"We both will," I answered. "You already
started to get Malcolm's love hole ready
and I'll finish with this." I stripped off
the rubber that Malcolm had just spurted
into, emptied the contents into my mouth
and, instead of swallowing, knelt behind
Malcolm and rimmed him with his own semen.
Jan saw what I what thinking and eagerly
rolled on a lubricated condom.

I smiled at her upraised clit and said to
her, "Jan, I always thought you were a
bottom girl."

"I am, but to give someone their virgin
fuck is
too tempting."

"Malcolm, dearest," I told him softly, "I
want to watch Jan give you your first fuck.
Her clit is not too big and I'll make sure
she doesn't hurt you."

"Yes, Sylvia, I want to be fucked. I'm so
ready." I guided Jan's clit to his hole and
held it as she pushed in the swollen head.

Next time, I'll tell you how this orgy in
the girdle and corset shop ended. Write if
you're enjoying these adventures.
fmorgan32@gmail.com.