| Gromets Plaza - Latex Stories |
| Tyte Fit |
| by
Jake
© 2001, Jake - Used by permission. |
| Storycodes: F/m; latex; cons; X |
| This
story is totally fictitious. Any resemblance of the characters to
actual or real people is coincidental. If you are one of the characters
in this story or know someone like the characters portrayed in this story...I
want to meet them...or you...or whatever. As far as I know Tyte-Fit
does not exist. If it does, consider this to be free advertising.
This story is about latex fetish and contains adult viewing material.
If you are offended by sexual situations, please read no further or blame
me not you will. If you enjoyed The Dark Side of Jenny, or The Adventures
of Latex Suzie (unfinished), then you should find this entertaining.
Finally, this story
was inspired by a picture I saw on Rubberwoman's site...RW - hope you don't mind the plug! ~ Jake |
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Chapter Four Part 7 "I was holding off on asking you this because
I didn't know if you were ready yet", Sandy asked me out of the blue the
day before I was to lose my apartment.
"I think", I said in my best serious tone, but
I too was very excited about the prospects of living together, "I will
accept your gracious offer for cohabitation."
"Rules and conditions? Just what did you have in mind?", I thought it might come to this and I was prepared for it...even a little excited. But at the same time, I was scared. I was afraid of being swept up in her world...of changing my life forever! I had come to like my life, even if it was vanilla. But I was now totally in love with Sandy! I wanted her so badly! I wanted to be with her, to spend all of my time with her. And only after two weeks of knowing her, I could have popped *the* question at any time. "The rules are quite simple. You will be
responsible for the upkeep and maintenance of the house..no free-loading
here bucko. You will be responsible for all the cooking, cleaning,
and other chores...I'm too busy in the shop to do it properly. For
the first little while, until you develop your own routine, you will rise
when I tell you, sleep when I tell you, *wear* what I tell you..."
"Listen Jake, we did things your way for a while.
And I think we can safely say, it worked better than either of us expected.
I've fallen deeply for you, and I don't want you to go. But if you're
going to stay with me, you have to experience what I'm all about.
If you can't accept me for who or what I am, then we had better stop this
before someone really gets hurt."
"The conditions are simpler than the rules.
Keep an open mind about everything. Know that I have my reasons for
doing things a particular way. I love you...I will not hurt you.
This is my *world*, and I know what I'm doing. Trust me. Trusting
your partner is the ultimate gift in a BDSM relationship. We probably
won't be getting that *deep*, but it is important that you trust me more
than you've trusted anyone before in your life. Finally, tell me if you
are unhappy! I want to keep good communication between us.
I don't want it to get to the point where you drive off and leave me on
the side of the road. Okay?"
Suddenly, the serious atmosphere was broken, and
Sandy was back to her bubbling excitement.
I removed all my clothes and Kim made a special
point of staring and hooting at me. I stepped up into the booth as
I was told.
I walked back into the house, acutely aware of my nakedness. What had she done with my clothes? I wondered if I would ever wear normal clothes again? I had agreed to accept this situation for what it was. It was a new adventure in my life, and I agreed with myself to embrace and accept every little change it brought on. Once upstairs, I powdered the rubber items (I had learned already), lubed up the sheath and...hey!...what's this? These briefs are different than the ones I wore the last time. Firmly attached to the crotch of the briefs was the largest dildo I had ever seen (it wasn't that big in reality, but I didn't have a lot of experience with dildos then). It was actually part of the briefs themselves. I looked but could not find a trace of a seam at all. A little apprehensive, I lubed up the dildo as well and began to get dressed. Such a sensual feeling, latex! I still can't get over how exciting and erotic getting dressed in latex can be. Sandy says you can never get fully used to it...no matter how much you wear it. I pulled on the gloves and hood, saving the insertion of the dildo for last. Once the hood was on, I was feeling very turned on again. I love the way a latex hood feels on your head! I pulled the briefs up my legs until I could feel the dildo poking at my ass cheeks. I squatted down and tried to relax my sphincter and I pushed the monster inside of me. Interesting feeling. I rather liked it. I've read stories of people describing the feeling as being *split open* and painful. Others describe it as just being *full*. I tend to agree with the latter, but with the additional feeling of being *held open*...like you're closed, but not closed. I pushed the dildo home, fiddled with my penis to slide it into the sheath and stood up. Whoa momma! The thing pushed right against my prostate, forcing a small ejaculation. "What the hell was that?", I quizzed myself. I felt an insistent urge to play with myself that I managed to fight off. I had spent too much time already getting *dressed*, and 6:00 was approaching fast. I dug around in Sandy's freezer until I had assembled the fixings for a half-decent dinner. Cooking with a hood on was difficult. Limited visibility...at least with this hood. My erection slowly subsided as I busied myself with Italian sausage, green beans, mashed potatoes and corn. But I was always aware of my little intruder. Sandy came in promptly at 6, "Hi'ya honey...I'm
home! What's for dinner, I'm starvin'?"
I served dinner and we sat, ate and talked.
Sandy explained that she had been working on a new design lately and was
going to prototype it into what she was making for me. "I have so
many ideas that I never got to try out on Jerry. We are going to
have so much fun!"
I did the dishes as I was told, still wearing
the latex items. Then I went to the basement to see what Sandy was
up to. She was standing in front of one of the closets carefully putting
on a strange looking catsuit. It was red latex and covered every
inch of her body - head, hands, feet. It had red plastic lenses in
the built-in hood, instead of eye holes. It had a sheath hanging
down between her legs, but the odd thing about it was several tube-like
nosels located at different points on her body: head, shoulders, elbows,
hips, knees and ankles.
As I peeled off the rubber I was wearing, I said,
"What is that you're wearing?", Sandy was using some sort of phallic prod
to insert the sheath deep within her pussy.
I finished hooking her up, then she told me to
set the gauge to 10 pounds of pressure and turn on the blue valve.
As I did, a red coloured gel flowed through the clear tubes and into the
suit. She started to gasp as the gel flowed between the two layers
of latex. I could see the suit fill out, taking away any creases
there might have been. There was a clicking noise and the compressor
shut off. I unplugged all the hoses and Sandy walked awkwardly out
of the room and into the vacuum room. I followed. She had changed
something on the vacuum bed. The sheets were still clear latex, but
there was not only a sleave for the breathing tube, but also one strategically
located around the crotch area. Right over that spot was a rigid frame
with a molded form attached to it (a little difficult to explain here --
you'll see what it's for in a minute). Sandy opened the frame of the bed,
and crawled in. She was able to manoeuvre herself with expert ease
and closed the frame, adjusting the breathing tube and sheath tube to match
their corresponding flanges on the bed. She squirmed a little as
she reached up to the top frame rail of the bed and started the vacuum
motor.
I watched with amazement as the air was sucked
from between the sheets. As the pressure increased on Sandy's body,
it was easy to see that she was encased in a floating, slippery cocoon.
What she was feeling was obviously sublime as she started gurgling with
delight. I, on the other hand, had been hard since I saw her being pumped
full of that gel stuff. I wanted desperately to slide my cock inside
her helpless form. I went to the table, lubed up my cock until I
felt I was more than ready. I remembered her saying to do my asshole.
Without really thinking about it, I slathered a great gob over my still-slightly-stretched
anus and headed over to the bed. The fixed arm suspended over Sandy's midsection
made it very difficult for me to mount her...that, and the bed was very
bouncy. I wormed my way between the arm and her body then slid my
cock inside. Wow! With the suction the bed created, the sheath inside
Sandy's vagina had expanded with the gel. It was obvious that it
had swollen inside her and was providing a *very* tight passage for me.
The inside of the sheath had rows and rows of tiny nubbins that massaged
the tender skin of my circumcised penis. I looked into the red lenses over
her eyes and smiled, "This is fantastic!"
Her finger was barely able to move in the suction of the bed, but she push a small button and I heard a whirring noise behind me. Before I could react, I felt a solid object push slowly and steadily past my cheeks. I had to move myself slightly so that the invader would enter my hole (as designed) and not try to make a new one! Woah...again! I couldn't get a good handle on the size of the object at the time. I had been wearing the rear dildo for a couple of hours so I was sure of its size...this one was definitely larger! Just when I thought I could take no more, it stopped. I was rooted in Sandy, and my mechanical friend was rooted in me. Sandy started to squirm in her suit sending waves of incredible pleasure throughout me. I tried to move with her, but was held fast by the phallus. The only movements I could make were in and out. As I went into Sandy, the phallus slid back from my hole. As I slid out of Sandy, the phallus went back in. What a predicament! To fuck and be fucked! I was soon loving the feeling however, and was crashing into Sandy and the arm with all I was worth. Sandy came three times to my one. I was
totally unaware of her or her state of mind by the time I was through.
As I lay on top of her, my heart pounding in my ears and panting like some
heat-stricken dog, Sandy pushed the buttons to retract the phallus and
stop the vacuum. I crawled off her, then helped her out of the bed.
The shiny red figure stood looking at me and stroking her rubber body,
"Well?", came Sandy's muffled voice.
We went to the pool room again, where I plugged
the tubes back onto the nipples of the suit. This time I was instructed
to turn the green valve. As I did, the gel was sucked back out of
the suit. We went back to the changing area and pried Sandy from the suit.
"It's a special bath mixture I've been working
on. Helps to prepare the skin for prolonged latex wearing.
I've been doing this once a month since I developed it."
"Jake, you promised me you would trust me.
I told you I wasn't going to do anything to hurt you...now just relax and
enjoy the tingles! I'll put some aloe gel on you when you get out
and you'll feel totally refreshed."
"Sandy honey? It's stinging now. I
mean it feels like my skin's on fire! Can we get out now?"
How could she be so calm when part of my manhood
was being washed down the drain! My sex was totally bare...and my
legs! They looked so pale without the usual covering of dark brown
hair.
Still upset over the loss of my body hair, I grumbled
my way to bed with Sandy. She had prepared Jerry's room with latex
sheets for us to sleep on.
Part 8 When I awoke the next morning, Sandy was gone.
I was pretty groggy and headed off to the bathroom to freshen up.
"I am so excited", Sandy proclaimed as she set
down a bundle of rubber, "It's done!"
Sandy pulled on the back and it split apart.
It was amazing...no zipper, no velcro...no signs of any type of fastener!
"How'd you do that?"
I took the suit from her and folded it in half to allow access to the legs. I slid one leg into the suit with little resistance. It was tight, but the lubricant let my foot slide down with relative ease. At the bottom, my foot was forced into a slight arch by a molded shoe. The shoe had a 3" heel on it. I struggled to keep my balance on one leg as I pulled the other leg home. I have to stop and tell you the feelings I was going through at that moment! My legs felt so tight...so encased...so rubbery! My cock sprang to attention at the feeling of the latex sliding up my legs. I had always harboured a secret desire to wear woman's heels...not something I had ever shared with anyone! Now that my feet were firmly planted in the 3" heels...I felt like I was in some strange, kinky dream. I wanted to pinch myself to make sure I wouldn't wake up. When I had pulled the suit up to my waist, Sandy took hold of my hard cock and bent it into the attached sheath. Again, it slid home with relative ease. Sandy had to work the air out of it (although I'm not sure if it was actually necessary or if she just wanted to stroke my rubber penis!). I tucked my balls into their compartment, then gave a solid tug on the sides to make sure it was seated properly between my legs. Sandy explained that another of the fasteners was in place in the crack of my ass...how convenient. Next, I slid my arms into the sleeves with Sandy's help. She worked the air out from my fingers and hands. We pulled the suit up to my shoulders, then Sandy applied a generous amount of the lubricant to my hair. She said if I wasn't going to remove it, it was always going to be difficult putting on hoods. I found that the hood slipped on quite well...better than the other one I had worn. It felt a lot different though. This one was molded to fit the contours of my face exactly! There were bumps at my mouth that I assumed were fittings for my teeth...just like in Sandy's mouth. As I worked them into place, Sandy was busy doing up the fastener in the back. "Turn around...face the mirror! You're not
going to believe this!", Sandy's voice was almost trembling.
With no expression coming from either my eyes
or my latex-covered face, Sandy was unprepared for my attack. I reached
out and grabbed hold of her arm with a force I didn't know I had.
I pulled her into me and kissed her mouth the best I could with my new
rubber lips. Sandy kissed back with an equalled passion and heat.
I loosened my grip on her arm for a second, and before I could recover,
she was down the hall and heading for the stairs. I gave chase. Sandy
headed down to the basement, where I followed as fast as I could make the
heels carry me. When I got down there, she was sitting on a table in the
mirror room, fondling her breasts.
I entered the room looking around for some kind
of trap. Seeing none, I approached the table.
I reached out to touch her, sliding my black fingers over her glistening mound. Sandy let out a soft moan. I slipped one finger inside her hole. The suit had a sheath that had been inserted inside of her. It was incredibly wet! And not lubricated...but wet, from her own secretions. I inserted another finger and worked the two in and out. Sandy moaned some more and pulled on her legs as if inviting me to do more to her. I inserted a third finger and then experimentally a fourth. I was surprised that she stretched easily to accept it. Sandy let out another moan and then a whisper, "More." I tucked my thumb into my hand and pushed slightly. Her pussy opened up to accept my whole hand! I slid up to my wrist and then started to wiggle my fingers. Sandy let go of her legs and shrieked with pleasure. I looked across at the image in the mirror and nearly came then and there. It was so bizarre! So wild! I noticed that the tip of my sheathed penis was glistening with moisture as well. I pumped Sandy's pussy with my hand until I felt her muscles constrict around me. She gripped my forearm with both hands and screamed out her orgasm. I pulled out of her as gently as I could and walked around to the head of the table. I climbed up on top of her, with my cock dancing inches above her mouth. She took my cock in her hand and began to lick it's full rubber length. I watched in the mirror as the two rubber figures began their pervy 69. I just couldn't understand why she was so wet inside the sheath, unless it was open at the end? I tried to put the questions out of my mind as I licked and sucked at Sandy's rubber pussy. Meanwhile down at the other end, Sandy was doing her best to swallow me whole...and doing a good job, I might add. I was just about ready to come, when Sandy spat me out and told me that she wanted me inside her. A simple missionary position would usually be very vanilla, but add an examination table, a couple of full latex catsuits, and a room full of mirrors, and all of a sudden, vanilla doesn't seem to apply anymore. I kept staring into her big black, vacant looking eyes. The more I tried to look inside, the more excited I got. Sandy wrapped her legs around my back and dug her heels into my sides as we rode the wave together. The feeling started to climb and climb and climb, until we reached the edge of the wave. Then, together, we tumbled off the heights of that wave into the depths of our combined orgasms. We were as one. I had never felt so connected to another being in all my life as I did right at that moment. Our latex masks hid our true emotions as wave after wave crashed over us. The only expression that could be made out on our latex faces was that of an *O*. I glanced over at the mirror and fully took in the vision that was being reflected. It's hard to say today, but I think I may have experienced another orgasm as the feelings continued to spread throughout my body. It was either a second, or an aftershock of equal magnitude to the first. We were both a gurgling mess for what seemed like hours afterwards. We just lay on the table, still joined, breathing heavily. Finally, I climbed off Sandy and went to stare in the mirror. For some reason, either I thought the whole thing had been a dream, or I didn't think it was me behind the mask. Whatever it was, I reached out a black, shiny hand and touched the mirror. My reflection reached out and touched back. I knew at that moment, I was never going to be the same person again. |
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