Her mischievous smile is almost enough to take your eyes off the inflated rubber breasts she cradled. Pressing her shoulders forward, they make squeaking sounds similar to two thick balloons being rubbed together, probably because that’s essentially what they are. If they didn’t have a seam and they weren’t attached to the red and black latex catsuit clinging to your girlfriend, you might have confused them for two of the classic birthday-party staples. Also, if they didn’t have perky nipples built in, front and center. Her black gloves stick to the artificial bust as she squeezes them, stretching the fingertips as she distorts the shiny globes.
“These will need more shine soon”, she cooed almost to herself, until she looked up to you.
This time you meet her gaze and smile. They are the same eyes that glared at you angrily when you first met, having just dumped an ice cold beer down her back at a frat party. That was seven years ago now, and while the naughty police officer costume she had been wearing then had by now been worn and washed several times, you two still swore it smelled like cheap hops.
Besides her eyes, however, nothing about her looks the same. Her face, her hair, her breasts (the real one underneath the inflated suit’s offerings), and even her height are all unrecognizable, or at best clearly altered. Instead of a black-haired woman with a pale complexion, a tall Brazilian lady with ombre locks, flowing from dark roots to golden blond tips, stands confidently in front of you.
She slides her hands down her torso, pulling the outfit tight to reveal the last big difference in her appearance. She stretches the taut rubber on either side of the zipper that traces down her midriff, and there, between her splayed, gloved, fingers is a large bulge. Pressing against the catsuit is the unmistakable outline of an erect cock. As you watch it, she tenses the muscles in her groin, and the engorged package pulses. She bit her lip and groans as the latex resists her movement.
“It’s so fucking tight”, she whispers as the mass slides back to its original position.
She traces a single finger up its length, stopping to twirl her fingertip on her new head. You step up to her and gingerly wrap your fingers around the center of attention. You feel her warmth through the rubber as some sweat leaks out of the zipper and into your palm. Pressing your palm into the shaft, she reaches both hands over your shoulders and pulls you into a kiss. You can tell her lips are silicone by their unexpected firmness, but the tongue that pushes through to swirl around yours is definitely her own. Her hands make their way to your hair and grip two tight handfuls when you squeeze her below. She gasps sharply and you seize the opportunity to press your mouth to hers and stick your tongue deep. She suckles it gently for a moment, until you reach further below, behind her new sack, and press upward into her hidden womanhood. In response, she bites your tongue hard enough that you both grunt and giggle.
She moves her hands around your back and pulls you into an embrace. The inflated tits groan under the pressure of being trapped between you. She leans her head against your chest and you get to smell the combination of the latex suit, the silicone skin, and her usual shampoo. You lean down to kiss her head, and without pulling your lips from her new persona’s hair, you ask her why, your voice muffled by her shiny locks.
Her head still pressed to your chest, she laughs a little, and you swear you feel the bubbly vibrations in your heart.
“I may have gotten a little sweaty trying this out earlier.”
She reaches a hand between her legs, and intertwines her fingers with yours. Her hips buck into your thigh and the two of you enjoy the sensation of holding the rubber wrapped organ, while she breaths raggedly from the mounting pleasure.
“It’s so different,” she mews,”at first it just felt like a dildo stirring around inside me, but as I get used to the sensation, it’s almost like I can feel how it moves.”
You knew exactly why she felt this way. When you ordered the suit a month ago, you saw the option to replace the standard strapon with something a little more sensitive. The description was full of registered and trademarked materials, but the gist of it was that this penis had a way of transferring some level of temperature, movement, and even pressure back into the wearer. You were glad you went for the extra addon, because your partner seemed to love it.
“Let’s see how sensitive it really is,” She says as she pulls your hand towards the couch. She walks backwards, your hand in hers (through two layers of rubber) and without breaking eye contact she backs towards the large, comfortable looking seat. The slow tapping of her heels echoes in the open space. She took full advantage of her job as a sound engineer, and today that meant using the balcony of the newly constructed and yet to be opened night club in the downtown as your personal stage to fuck like animals through her new suits.
She lies back onto the couch and pushes your head from her lips down to the warm bulge. You lick it through the suit and taste the bitterness of the latex shine that’s applied liberally to her outfit. She sighs and pets your head as you stir up warm pleasure inside of her, using the appendage as a conduit.
“Ooh…”
She felt it. You grab hold of the little metal tab and pull it away from her body before sliding it downward and between her legs. The distinct sound of the zipper opening is punctuated by snapping latex as the strained material is finally allowed some release. She’s biting her lip as she tenses her muscles one more time, and the most realistic rubber cock pops out from between the suit’s latex lips. The head is glistening with some unknown fluid, but only for a moment before you wrap your lips around it. The lubricant is sweet, but has a strange, artificial taste to it. After a few moments of suckling the tip, she starts to react with a giddy humming. You look up to her face, but her head has rolled back in pleasure. You want her attention, so you pull her deeper into your mouth, and begin rolling your tongue over the false-frenum on her shaft, all without breaking suction. She runs her fingers through your hair, using your head like a toy. There’s a thick film of lubricant coating the back of her silicone sack, and while cradling it, you coat your thumb. With one good thrust of your head, she’s distracted enough that you’re able to slip your hand into the split in the suit, resting it in between her supple cheeks. A couple good swallows on the rubber intruder in your mouth, and she’s perfectly distracted. You press the sole finger into the soft, slippery hole, and with very little effort your thumb is base-deep inside of your partner. You can feel her trying to crush the offending digit with every muscle inside her rear, but between gravity and you pressing on her pelvis, she’s unable to buck off of the sensual plug.
“You fucker… Ah!”
She manages to gasp a few more obscenities as you hook your thumb, trapping her on it. Looking to cause even more ecstatic torture, you turn your hand around until the tip of your finger points towards her womanhood from inside her. You press deep and she instinctively tries to jerk off of you. She manages it, and a soft pop sound is heard as she breaks the vacuum you created in her rubber lined rectum. In doing so, she sharply thrusts her hips forward and into your mouth, and you feel something change about the texture of her cock. The realistic head now feels perfectly smooth, like the head of a dildo.She notices too.
“Shit.”
She pushes your head off of her and lies back on the couch. She inspects the tip of her penis and sees a rather bizarre sight: the little head of the suit has rolled back, almost like a foreskin, and out of the stretched urethra is the spit and lube slickened tip of a black rubber dildo. The lube you tasted earlier was in between the sheathe and this strapon, giving the skin a kind of gliding ability that really enhances the experience. That is, until it comes loose entirely.
“Hehe, whoops. Looks like I’ll need more glue next time.”
She starts massaging the hybrid shaft. She pushes the fake flesh upward, and the crinkled skin soon re-swallows the tip of the toy. She doesn’t stop pushing, and soon the sheath’s realistic tip is deflated, like the nipple of a condom, while the shaft is stretched taut. She pinches the flacid tip between two fingers and pulls, making a sucking sound as it begins to give. The suction it creates makes her moan as the warm, fleshy sheath resists being pulled free of it’s black rubber fill. It finally lets go with a wet sucking sound and snaps off of her.
The toy stands over seven inches tall, protruding strangely from your partner’s crotch. The sheath, looking like a deflated lifelike condom, lies on the couch next to her, empty of any life it appeared to have moments ago.
“Come here.”
You put “her” into your mouth again, and suck hard, letting the organ deep into your throat. Even starved for oxygen, you grab hold of her hips and pull them into you as she grunts with pleasure and exertion. With one final push, the appendage is balls deep, her tip passing down your throat. You’re shaking with effort, trying to hold it together as you cause her as much gratification as possible before you have to stop to breathe. The way she’s petting your hair with her fingers, even as her palms hold a death grip on your skull, tells you that she’s very grateful for your perverse sacrifice. You’re fighting and defying your natural need to breathe just to pleasure her. You’re literally suffocating in order to gift her, as the French would say, Le Petit Mort, “The little death”.
You cough, and spluttering out of your nose and mouth comes a thick viscous mixture of spit and lube. She presses deep one last time, and your gag hard, making a retching sound as she gingerly slithers seven inches of hard, wet, rubber out of your throat. Through the coughing and tears you look up to her. She’s sitting on the edge of the couch now, and she presses your mess of a face against the inside of her latex thighs. She speaks between your ragged, wet breathing while running her gloved fingers through your hair.
“You did so well!” She whispers enthusiastically, “You’re the best toy I’ve ever had.”
She raises your head and kisses your sweat matted brow, and the fire in your chest is quickly replaced with an emotional warmth you could never explain. You look down at the focus of your oral fixation and notice something a little odd: there’s a drip of fluid coming from the tip of an otherwise inanimate toy, or so you thought. You wrap your fingers around her and massage up her length with your thumb. This causes a thick droplet of crystal clear fluid to ooze from an almost invisible hole in the “toy”. Her eyes are closed to focus on the new physical sensation, so you reach two fingers of your other hand to the head. You touch the warm secretion and spread it over the rubber, before pinching, slowly at first, at the soft black tip. The first three times, you don’t get any purchase, and instead you just roll the sensitive crown between your fingers. On the fourth try you succeed: pinched between your fingers is black rubber skin, which is clearly separated from the phallus underneath.
Now she notices.
‘Oh shit, haha, umm, about that…” She stumbles a little with her words, “You weren’t supposed to figure that out for a while.”
She pushes your hands away and stands up. There’s a small rubber snapping sound as the suspicious sheath slips from your grasp.
“How about you come here and bend over, and I’ll show you what I can do with this.”
She’s cradling her shaft, but you see two breaks in her facade. Firstly, at the base of her cock, a gap has formed, and in between layers of black latex is pale skin that doesn’t match the skin you’re so familiar with. Secondly, on her neck, the mask seam has come undone, exposing some of the same new tone to you. You decide to let her have her fun and walk past her, sliding a single hand across her midriff as you do. You lean onto the cold metal of the balcony railing and unbutton your jeans.
“Thank you,” she purrs, as she pushes your pants and underwear down to your knees, but not before pulling the small bottle of lubricant from your back pocket. You hear the distinctive pop of the flip cap on the bottle, then the sputtering squirt of a liberal amount of the slick substance, which splatters into her rubber palm. The cap snaps shut and the bottle skitters onto the floor at the same moment the cold, smooth substance is smeared over your nethers. You jump a little with surprise, but she steps in close and wraps her warm body around your back.
“I would’ve warned you, but I love it when you flinch.”
She breathes the words over your neck, her lips barely gracing your skin, and every hair on your body stands up as if they were each individually electrified. She hasn’t stopped massaging the lube into you, and with your combined body heat, you’re no longer tense. That is, until she presses a single finger against your sensitive opening.
The gloved tip gently prods and pokes the lips that seal your delicate cavity. She begins swirling her finger around its perimeter, slowly accustoming you to the foreign body. You become relaxed, and within seconds, the inquisitive extremity presses inward, creating a familiar pressure. You let out a light whimper, only to be reassuringly hushed by your partner.
“It’s alright, it’s just me. Just breathe and I’ll ease in slowly, I promise.”
After a few deep, ragged, breaths, it begins to feel more natural. Realizing you’re comfortable again, she presses on. Gingerly, the slick digit begins sliding between the tight lips, and into you, one segment at a time. Soon, her whole finger is slowly writhing inside of you, familiarizing you with the feeling of fullness. She hooks it a little bit, tenderly pulling at the border of your hole, to gently stretch you for what comes next.
“I think you’re ready for another.”
You don’t protest, and the foreign body moves almost entirely out of you before a second slightly smaller appendage begins worming itself alongside it. With a little more whimpering, the two tips pass side by side into your depths. They trace the same path, and soon both are wriggling around inside of you, pressing and squirming against every surface. She reaches around and holds your throat firmly but caringly in her other hand, while her ear presses against your back. She’s listening to all the erotic little noises she’s forcing from you, and, like the human instrument you are, she tunes you, producing the most beautiful sounds for your combined pleasure.
She kisses your back and hums.
“I think it’s time.”
She slowly drags her fingers from inside of you, and the void leaves you yearning.
“Don’t worry, you won’t be empty for long.”
She readjusts on your back, without lifting her weight fully. The inflated breasts squeak yet again as she positions herself perfectly behind you. The cool air of the club is replaced with the feeling of her warm rubberized hips, pressed steadily against your vulnerable cheeks. With a few seconds of adjustment, the tip of her cock presses against your tender hole. This time, you relax as best you can, and soon the firm head rides the lubricant into your soft crenel. She finds the wall of your tensed muscles.
“It’s still just me,” she whispers, “You can let me in, it’s okay, just trust me…”
You feel her press her whole body against you. Her hand tightens around your neck, enough to cradle it firmly, but not enough to cause you any distress. Her face and chest press into your back, hugging your whole torso from behind. Finally, she drives her hips into yours, thrusting you towards the handrail before her slick tip overcomes your taught muscles, and half of her shaft pops deep into your body.
You let out a yelp before a gloved hand, still slippery with lube and smelling of you, wraps around your mouth. You moan into the glove and squeeze your eyes shut in equal parts ecstasy, surprise, and discomfort.
“Shhhhhh, you did great. You’re doing great. I want… Oh fuck… I need to get all the way inside you, so please just try to relax. For me.”
You feel her force her pelvis upward and forward, focusing the rest of her motion on the buried shaft. It probably only slides a couple inches, but it feels like another foot of cock slithers deep into you. With a grunt and one final, jerking, pump, you feel her balls rest against you. She’s finally, entirely in.
She rests there for a good minute, punctuating the crescendos of her heavy breaths with a squeeze of the muscles in her groin. Inside of you, the tip of her cock twitches enthusiastically, and you could swear it’s prodding against something. Not a barrier or organ, but, as weird as it sounds, something non-physical. It feels like she’s gracing your very essence as a person with the gratifying and ingratiating touch of her shaft.
Before you can wax poetic any further on the indescribable fulfillment of sex, the intruder begins to slide back out with the incredibly unnatural feeling of something leaving your body. You grunt into her hand in frustration.
“Don’t worry, it’s going right… Back… In.”
Her hips shoot forward, and just like that she is base deep in your orifice again. This time the force of the movement makes the head deep within you feel even larger, like a dense orb in the very core of you. She slides her hand down from your mouth, allowing you a deep breath for a moment before tightening her other hand’s grip on your throat. Her fingers trace down to your pelvis, where she lays her palm flat against it.
“Let’s see how deep I actually am…”
She squeezes, not by clasping her fingers, but by pressing you into her hips. You sigh loudly as you feel your muscles and insides pressing against her cock while it’s inside of you. She slowly inches her whole hand forward, tracing the length of her shaft through you. The immense pressure builds within, alternating between peaks of pleasure, discomfort, and even an urge to piss yourself right there. You manage to hold it together, but not without some truly animal noises dribbling from your lips.
“This feels pretty good for me, too,” she twitters
Her hand is fondling her own head, while using your innards as a cushion.
“Ooh, I can feel myself… I could almost rub one out if this thing was a little more sensitive.”
You’re too entranced in the sensations ravaging your body to give her any meaningful response. She just giggles at the predicament she has you in.
“I can do this though…”
And with that warning she begins slowly humping you. At first she barely pulls her hips away from your body, but soon her entire length is sliding in and out with a solid rhythm. The euphoria is so intense that her hand is the only thing supporting your head as she rocks into you. Each deep pump ends with the feeling of her head being cupped by her gloved hand, pressing all of you between them. After barely a minute, the telltale rise begins within you. Your other senses numb as your whole body hyper-fixates on the heat and pressure that begins to emanate in waves from your impaled loins. Sensing your impending orgasm, she maximizes the swelling rhythm, battering you despite most of her upper body still being lovingly wrapped around yours.
You tumble over the peak of the orgasm. The last violent thrusts are uncoordinated and spastic. You can’t even hear the cacophony of your whines and moans as the bursting waves of euphoria travel across your skin from her presence inside of you, all the way to your extremities. You shake as she violates you a few more times, only slowing down when you gently touch her thighs, in an attempt to ease her advances. Your fluids have leaked onto the floor, forming a puddle of filth and sweat between your legs. Your knees almost buckle as the feeling begins to return. By the way she’s breathing, you think she's finished, too.
“You were amazing,” she praises between sharp inhales. You thank her.
“You too.”
She kisses the back of your neck, first with a sensual caress of her lips, then with more intention she suckles the same spot, undoubtedly causing lovely little bruises that will appear later.
“I’m gonna pull out now, in case you’re still sensitive.”
You are, and you almost protest because any twitch of the rod is causing you to jump a little as the jolt reverberates through you. Instead, you bite your lip and all you can do is shudder as she slides herself out of you. The head catches a little on the way out, before the whole artificial organ plops free from you. An unexpected amount of fluid gushes out of you and trickles from the toy. You look down to see a new puddle of white intermingling with the mess you made. You manage the strength to look back at her inquisitively.
She is biting her lip again.
You reach out slowly and she doesn’t back away, so you pinch the black latex sheath enveloping her cock. There is so much lube that with a slight pull, the mouth of the well constructed condom starts to glide over her sack, which is still tight from apparently emptying inside of you. You pinch hard to keep your grip, meanwhile the feeling of suction and sliding on her sensitive shaft causes your partner to quietly purr. With a little rubbery crinkle, what appears to be an actual cock flops down, bouncing into her thigh with a wet slap.
“Well, you already knew something was going on. Come cuddle for a minute, then I’ll explain.”
You aren’t too concerned: between the heady delight still filling your mind and the certainty that there was a good explanation, you just go along with it. The pins and needles of feeling coming back to your legs is just starting by the time you get your pants back up to your waist (not zipped or buttoned), and plop down onto the couch next to your warm lover. You lean onto her, resting your head on her chest while she pets your hair. With your ear pressed against her, you can hear the layers of rubber creaking almost imperceptibly with each breath. You gently hold the surprise shaft, massaging it tenderly.
“I decided that if you were going to get me a skinsuit like this, I wanted to go a little further. You really seemed to want this experience with a trans suit, so I wanted to make sure we both got the most out of it. I called them after you ordered and added a second skin, and added even more realistic features to the important part. I know it’s more expensive for an experiment, but I really wanted to risk it. I think it was worth it.”
You think she said the last part with a coy smile, but you didn’t see it because your face is still buried in her pumped up bust.
“Would you like to see which face I chose?”
You nod, then peel yourself off of her. In just those few minutes your skin had stuck, ever so slightly, to her catsuit. She places a small cushion from the couch on the floor and you kneel down as she spreads across all three of the soft, white seats. Her cock is stiffening again, and you go to give it some oral attention, but she holds you back.
“No, no, I just want to look at you… I will need some of this though”
She reaches down between your legs, and takes back a bit of the lubricant that she had so generously gifted you before. With that, her hand begins gliding up and down her stiff shaft, slightly clumsily due to her inexperience with this body part. She begins varying the speed; closing her eyes to focus during the fast strokes, and looking deep into yours on the slow, sensual ones. She pulls one of your hands to her neck and squeezes it, inviting you to choke her the way she loves so much. When she quickens her jerks, you squeeze the sides of her neck, and she instinctively opens her mouth wide in a bid for more air. Instead, you press your lips to hers, letting her suck your tongue in lieu of a fresh breath. She begins to moan, and you know she’s getting close. Frantically, she grabs your other hand and places it on her scalp.
“Rip it off me,” she demands, as she begins rhythmically pumping her hips into her gloved hands.
You grip hard, and between your fingers you feel locks of hair and the silicone skin of her forehead stretching into your palm. You pull harder, and soon the skin begins to distend off of her brow. The material separates just as she begins sounding one long, building note from deep in her throat. Another pull and half of her face is stretched taut, giving you a peak at the new suit underneath.
“That’s it baby… I’m coming… Oooh…”
Her whole body arches off the couch, and after two hard pumps a small spurt of viscous white fluid squirts onto her suit, followed by two thick streams that splatter the false, twisted face in your hand. She continues stroking herself a few more times as the pleasure wanes. You pull hard at the mask in your hands, and the whole thing finally releases from her face with a snap. You set the soiled silicone visage on her heaving chest, while you look up and see a familiar face: it seems that she chose the face of a certain adult actress that you both really enjoy. She speaks, and you have to weirdly reconcile the sound of your girlfriend’s voice coming from this woman instead.
“Do you like it?”
The raised, shapely eyebrows and plush lips on this unexpected face convey the content expectation of your partner underneath. You nod enthusiastically.
“I thought so. Now help clean me up and maybe we’ll turn some heads walking downtown. I think I’ll put on some different clothes first, but still latex.”
Before she finished the sentence, you are already licking the sweet artificial mess from her new toy.
“Ooh, someone likes that idea. Well, I love you too.”
You blush as she returns to petting your eager head, which is already filling with new ideas of what you two should do next…
