There are a couple of photo postings on this site by My Dolphin Girl. In several of those pictures she wears an old-fashioned girdle. The pictures are worth a look. Very sexy. They reminded me of how girdles shaped (as in influenced) my early sexual development.

I was about 13 or 14 and learning how much fun it was to play with my dick. One day I found a copy of a Fredricks of Hollywood catalog in my parents’ bedroom. WOW! It was fantastic. All those sexy women dressed in sexy underwear. Is this what women wore under their street clothing? This produced a raging boner which had to be relieved. I could jerk off to that catalog all day.

Over time as I kept perusing the selections in the catalog I started to wonder, why is women’s underwear so wonderful. It is made of nylon, silk, mesh, Lycra, etc. It’s form fitting, even tight. It looked like it was fun to wear. All men had was white cotton briefs or baggy cotton boxers. Yuck! No fun. I began to fantasize, what would it be like to be a woman and actually wear some of these sexy items. Which of these items would I wear? I would picture myself with a wig, push-up bra, garter belt, stockings and lace panties. I had to rub out another boner.

One time the thought struck me. If my mother had this catalog isn’t it likely she bought some of the items in it? So, I looked in her dresser draws and found a treasure trove of sexy underwear. Over a period of time, I tried on all of her underwear. It gave me such a hardon feeling these sexy items next to my skin. A problem is that I could not fit into some of the sexier panties. Not enough material to cover my engorged dick and my balls. I also had to be careful not to drip my pre cum.

I figured out that if the first thing I did was to push my balls back into my body, cover my dick with some tissue paper, push it between my legs before it got too hard then put on a girdle, my dick and balls would stay in place and look like a sexy mound with camel toe.

The girdles felt great. Tight lycra with satin panels and a nylon crotch. Some had short legs, others had long legs. Some were high waisted. All felt good. I would feel myself, rubbing my hands over my lycra clad body. It felt so sexy. Rubbing my crotch, my boy-pussy, gave me an idea. I found a hair spray container with a plastic dome shaped top. With a little imagination it looked like a big thick dick. We had a sofa with a removable back rest. It was about 5’ long, 2’ wide and 1’ thick. It made a good stand-in for a body. I laid on my back on the sofa, wearing a bra, girdle and stockings. Laying my stand-in body on top of me and wrapping my stocking clad legs around it like a woman being fucked. I took the pseudo dick and pressed it against my crotch. The tip rubbing against my cock through the nylon felt amazing. In my head, I see myself as a woman and there is this man on top of me banging my cunt with his big, hard pecker. Oh, that feels so good. Give me your big dick. Fuck my pussy. My dick is pointed down between my legs and held tightly in place by the nylon of the girdle. It is straining to stand straight up like an erect cock should, but it can’t and the pressure is intense. Fuck, your hard tool feels so good rubbing my boy-clit. I can feel my orgasm building and keep rubbing. Yes, fuck me harder and faster. I reach the point of no return. I press hard against my cock and it spasms, shooting stream after stream of spunk. Oh, fuck that feels good.

That was the most intense orgasm I ever had. Better than jerking off. Needless to say, I played that game as often as I could after that.

My next girdle experiences were when I started dating. Most girls wore them back then. I am sure most mothers made their daughters wear them. They were a fairly effective form of birth control, prior to the invention of the pill. It made it difficult for a boy to get his fingers or other body parts into her honey pot. But that did not mean you couldn’t have some fun trying. I remember being at a “make-out” party with a girlfriend. She sat on my lap. My hands were free to roam on her legs and hips, over her skirt. I could also feel her legs below the hem of the skirt. Feeling stoking covered legs has always been one of my favorite things. My hand roamed up her thigh, under her skirt until I got to the girdle. Her hand came down on mine and stopped its progress. The girdle was a line of demarcation, not to be crossed.

Sometime later and a different girl (the one I eventually married) we had progressed further along the journey of sexual exploration. When I took her home after a date, she would stand one step above me and I would reach under her skirt and caress her thighs and ass, covered by her girdle. It felt so good. To a high school boy this was fantastic. I could tell she liked it as well since the nylon between her legs was so wet.

One time we were at my house and my parents were out. We were lying together, her skirt hiked up above her waist. My hands were all over her thighs and hips. The nylon covering her pussy was dripping wet. I pulled my pants down, releasing my very hard cock. I rubbed my cock against her stockinged leg, then against the girdle, then inserted my dick between the girdle and her leg. It was so tight and felt so good. I pumped back and forth like I was fucking. If I kept it up I would have cum but I wanted to wait.

I took my dick in hand and pressed the head against the nylon strip covering her pussy. It was so wet and slippery. I pressed the head of my dick to her dripping slit and moved it up and down, massaging her pussy. She moaned, closed her eyes and her body shuddered. More slippery wetness coated the area between her legs. I took my shaft and pointed it down and pressed the upper side of it to her pussy. She closed her legs trapping my dick between her legs and her pussy. I groaned with pleasure and began pumping up and down against her. The pressure built, I could feel it coming. Past the point of no return and then my spunk was shooting out of me. Oh, fuck did that feel good.