1. The Chain: Link 5a


    Date: 10/3/2014, Categories: Fantasy & Sci-Fi, Author: PervyStoryteller, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

    trying things on for the party. His eyes fell on a black lace bra that he liked the look of. A lot of the girls he’d shagged had been impressed by his way around a bra. Little did they know that his familiarity with the garment came with wearing it himself whenever the opportunity presented itself. It took him no time to put the thing on and fill the cups out with the bags of flour so that they were close to overflowing. Then he checked the items on the bed again. Sometimes he wore tights with no knickers, but now his eye fell on a pair of mauve undies that he’d not seen before. Panties were always a problem, because women’s underwear was obviously not dimensioned to keep his male bits in place, and some always spilled out. Pulling on the panties, he was surprised at how well they actually fit and how much they covered, being more substantial than most of the stuff Melinda wore. He was always a bit nervous that things would rip. At 20, Melinda was two years older than Sam, and though she was hardly skinny, Sam wished she’d been a size bigger. Her clothes always felt tight on him. Not that that was a bad thing. His mum was closer to his size, but that was more of a risk, and her clothes were nowhere near as attractive. Tights or stockings? Sam had a pair of tights in the box under his bed, but now that he was in Melinda’s room he decided to check what she had. He saw nothing on the bed, but her underwear drawer yielded results in the shape of glossy looking hold-ups. With ...
    practised ease he rolled the black nylon up first one leg, then the other. The way the soft material encased him was one of the most sensual experiences he knew. He ran his hands up and down the nylon, and now he began to twitch where it mattered. He could feel tiny pricks where the hairs on his legs poked through the mesh, but the smooth, luxurious feel of the fabric was what mattered. His cock filled with blood, trying hard to keep within the restricted space offered by the panties. He transferred his attention to the knickers, tracing a path across the smooth, silky fabric, teasing the hardness within. As a little thrill rippled through him, Sam cast his eye across the rest of the garments spread out on his sister’s bed. The white skirt might provide a nice contrast, he decided. It was a little too tight around the waist, but Sam decided it was worth the discomfit. He’d already got his eye on a nice, black, gauzy top. It was big enough to hang a little looser than most. Its big advantage was, however, that the semi-transparent material didn’t do very much to hide the bra underneath. Melinda had a full-length mirror in her room, and he regarded himself in front of it; the swell of contained flour within the bra, visible beneath black gauze, the white skirt just about concealing the stocking-tops, the black nylon stretching across his legs. He ran his hands up and down the nylon. Again his cock twitched from the thrill of it. There was a bump on the front of the skirt, betraying ...
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