Date: Sun, 27 Dec 2009 16:35:23 -0500 From: David Foster 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.