We kissed, deeply. The scent of her rubber was in my nose, and as we kissed she melted into my arms. Her hand, once on my face, was now on the back of my head. My cock began to harden, and I knew that I'd have to fuck her before the night was through.
My hand drifted toward her boobs. "I want you. Now."
"Not so fast, Stud. First we have to get you out of these clothes and into some rubber," she replied.
Another kiss, shorter this time, and she was leading me down the hall and into the bedroom.
The bedroom was dimly lit by the flickering light of a couple candles. On the bed, laid out and ready to put on, my own catsuit waited -- a yellow suit, with shoulder-entry and crotch zip, along with yellow gloves and socks. She turned me around and gently pushed me down onto the bed. Bending over me to kiss me, she began to unbutton my shirt. As I unbuttoned my cuffs, she undid my belt and then my pants.
Her hand slipped into my pants, resting on the growing bulge in my underwear that was my hard cock. She giggled and stroked it through the light fabric. I groaned, wanting nothing more than to take her right then. But then she was down, undoing my shoes and pulling them off, one at a time.
She reached up for my hand and pulled me up, and I took off my clothes.
Standing there, naked, my hard cock erect before me, I pulled her toward me and kissed her again, as passionately as I had at first. I could feel the soft, warm rubber of her dress enfolding around the tip of my cock and I almost came right then.
"Let's get you rubbered up," she said.
I sat down and began to dress. First socks, then catsuit, pausing after pulling up the legs to put on my gloves before slipping my arms into my sleeves. I had chlorinated the suit myself so that I wouldn't need messy lube or talc, and my work had paid off. The rubber, while not as shiny as before, was buttery soft and easy to put on. Zipping up my shoulders, I then put on a hood. I stood before her, encased in soft, luxurious latex, my cock again forming a bulge in my crotch.
"Mmmm," she purred, her gloved hands rubbing over my body. My cock felt like it would explode at any moment.
I kissed her deeply again, pushing her down onto the bed. I ran my hand up her leg, under the skirt of her dress, feeling for a zipper. I found it and gently zipped her crotch open. My face found its way to her breasts, soft and warm, yet firm, under the layers of rubber. My nose felt around, finding her hard nipples, and I nibbled them through the latex. She moaned, arching her back.
I nuzzled my way down her tummy, past her latex-covered legs, until I found her feet. Gently I removed first one shoe and then the other, and I found that she was wearing toe socks -- really sexy. I spent some time kissing the rubber soles of her feet and licking her rubber toes before making my way back up toward her warm, inviting pussy. I was so hard by now I was hurting, but I really wanted to taste her juices.
My head was under her dress, and I breathed in the scent of rubber mixed with her scent, the musky scent of her wet pussy. She opened her legs, inviting me to linger. I kissed her pussy mound, eliciting a moan, and she lifted her pussy for me to lick it. I took my time, though, moving away from her pussy and back down her legs. She gave a grunt of frustration and tugged on my hair, begging me to come back upwards. I complied, and she pulled me closer, again raising her pussy toward me, silently begging me to lick her. Her scent was intoxicating, and I paused a moment to enjoy it. I nuzzled around her pussy, never quite touching it, kissing her mound and the spots between her pussy and her thighs. She moaned.
"Stop teasing! I want your tongue on my pussy."
And then I licked her, bottom to top, just like an ice cream cone. As my tongue passed over her clit she shuddered, her head rising off the bed and a look of sheer animal want in her eyes. "Augh!" she groaned.
I licked her again, and again she voiced her pleasure when my tongue found her button. And then I was licking her, teasing her clit, tasting her sweet nectar. My fingers found their way into her, and I curled them into her g-spot. I began to work her clit with my tongue and her g-spot with my gloved fingers.
She came suddenly, her thighs wrapped tightly around my head, her hands pulling me into her, riding my tongue for all she was worth. She was almost shouting, a wordless sound of sheer pleasure, and she began to curl up and turn to her side as she rode her orgasm to the end.
I began to gently let her down off her high, and when she had relaxed a bit she pulled my head up toward hers. Grabbing the hand that had been inside her she brought my fingers to her lips and sucked them, tasting her juices on my gloved fingers. I reached down and unzipped my own crotch, letting my hard cock loose. I was wet with my own pre-cum. I bent to kiss her, and as I did I slipped my cock into her pussy. She let out a loud moan and then our lips met.
I began to fuck her, slowly at first, but then picking up speed. I was on top of her, both arms under her, holding her tightly to me. Her legs were wrapped around my waist, and her arms held me close. I wasn't going to last long.
"Oh, yeah, fuck me!" she said. "Fuck your rubber slut. Fuck your rubbery slut hard."
My thrusts became deeper, longer, more urgent. My lips found their way to her neck just as she came, her cries of pleasure sounding loud in my left ear. That was it, and, and the feeling of her pussy grabbing my cock pushed me over the edge as well. I roared with release, the pent-up sexual tension of fucking a rubber-clad stranger in the dark coming out in a long, hard orgasm. I nearly blacked out.
My cock, still throbbing inside her, began to slowly get softer, but still she held me tight. "Was that good?" she asked.
"Fucking amazing," I said, quietly.
"Mmm. Glad I could help. You're the best lay I've ever had."
I grinned into her rubbery neck. "I try," I said.
She released me, and I rolled over, beside her. Reaching her hand down between her legs I heard her zipper close, and then she rolled towards me, draping her leg over mine and letting her hand rest on my chest and her head on my arm.
"Can we do this again soon?" she asked.
"Hells yeah we can do that whenever you want."
She was quiet for a long moment. "Good," she whispered. And then I heard her breathing, long and regular, and I knew my wife, Erin, had fallen asleep curled up against me.
The End.
Incubus
She lay in bed, staring out her window at the full moon.
Twice now the incubus had come to her in the night, each time when the pale night orb had hung round and low in the sky. The first time she had begun to struggle, but soon surrendered to the feelings he created in her body. The second time she had welcomed him gladly, opening herself fully to sensation. This time...this time, she thought, she would try to please him as well. His visits had followed the same pattern, the same general actions following each other in a grand dance. She recalled one by one the things he had done to her in their sequence, and her legs spread wider of their own accord.
There was a soft rustling sound, and her bed sighed as a weight settled upon it. She looked into the shadows, and saw a shape near her feet, a menacing, inhuman form.
His hands slid up alongside her, his gnarled fingers with their taloned nails stroking the coverlet over her thighs. She murmured, as though in a dream, and reached out in welcome. He moved up and over her, his bulk obscuring the window and the moon's soft light. His teeth, sharp and pointed, glittered in the dimness, and his breath heated her throat. His lips found hers, and she arched against him, her mouth moving eagerly to accept his tongue. One hand spread wide over her breast, and even through the blankets her nipples leapt to meet his caress. He pulled down the covers slowly, his tongue leisurely exploring the curves of her lips. She embraced his shoulder with one arm, sliding the other down to find the root of her pleasure. He paused an instant as her hand grasped the shaft of his cock, looking down at her inscrutably. She stared up into his hourglass pupils, wondering what, if anything, this creature thought about during their congress together.
She stroked the length o
f his member, down to its root, and tickled his balls lightly with her fingertips. There was no hair anywhere on his body, and she closed her eyes to savor the velvet of his skin. His free hand rose again from the blankets, up over her knee, across her thigh and smoothly grasped the mound of her sex. She giggled to herself - the last time, not expecting his return, she had not known to go naked to bed. She had learned better. His thick fingers slid down the crack of her pussy, and she spread her legs eagerly. Gripping his cock rhythmically, she stretched up to nibble along his neck. His hand probed deeper. She arched her pelvis up against his palm, begging silently for satisfaction. One of his fingers entered her, and she gasped against his throat. She was astonished anew by the sensation, for his finger alone was as large, it seemed, as any man's cock could be.
He began to pump his hand against her, driving his finger in and out. She rocked in response, milking his shaft the while. She whispered to him, not knowing whether he heard, begging him to enter her fully, to let her suck him, all the things she knew would soon come. Orgasm welled up in her, and she shuddered against his chest, pounding her hips against the bed in powerful release.
As she subsided, he shifted, and she moved the hand that gripped his cock to rest both her hands on his head. She knew what was next, and was impatient. Despite her climax, she was not yet tired, though when he left her she knew she would be drained. He slid down over her, but as he did so, she grasped him by his ears, holding him gently still. She knew she could not hold him if he would not be held - her struggles, that first night, might as well have been against the wind for all the effect they had had on him. But he waited, when she stopped him, and she quickly rose up beside him, then turned and fell again on the bed, her feet to the headboard. He stayed still, when she released him, and so she reached out and gently pushed his head toward her dripping cunt.
He lowered his face to the curls at her crotch, and dipped his tongue to the well of her juices. She turned her head, and looked up along his thigh to the erection that hung over her. Smiling to herself, she rose up against his leg, and took his balls gently in her mouth. As his tongue entered her pussy she nearly fell back, so powerful was the sensation of his penetration, but she was determined, and leaning on one elbow she gripped his waist with her other arm, holding herself firmly against his hip. She took the end of his cock in her mouth, but realized that she might take no more, it filled her so completely. The driving pulse of his mouth against her cunt was distracting, and she moaned deep in her throat as she ran her tongue around the glistening head of his spear. She pressed her breasts against his belly as he gripped her buttocks and pulled her further open to his searching mouth.
She sobbed and rubbed her open mouth frantically along his shaft. As again the waves of orgasm filled her, she wrapped herself tightly around his hips, sucking as much of his cock as she could fit between her wide-stretched lips. Tingling waves rolled over her, she felt buoyed up on the tide, but still, she knew, he was not finished with her. Each time he came and filled her cunt three times, and each time he disappeared without relief himself. She was determined not to let him go without filling her with his cum.
Now he shifted again, pushing up on his mighty arms. She stopped him again, just resting her hand on his back, and sat on her heels beside him. He waited dumbly, and she looked at him a long moment. Then, straightening, she pressed her breast to his lips. He opened his mouth to suckle, and she reached down to again grasp his cock. It was hard as always, unchanging in its nature.
She stroked and pressed, trying to find some alteration in his breathing, some sign that she was affecting him, but there was none. He sucked gently at her breast, and she was surprised to find herself pushing him slowly down beside her, never quite disengaging him, but lowering him onto his back on the bed. He traced her nipple with his tongue, his hand coming up to cover her unsuckled breast. She kissed his forehead tenderly, then rose to straddle him. His eyes opened, and he stared up at her.
She smiled, and rubbed her pussy firmly over his cock, not yet wanting to hurry the final penetration. Always before he had lain atop her - now she would control the act, and hoped to bring him deep within her soul. He arched a little, seeking to enter her, and she shook her head playfully. Sliding down, she sucked for just a moment, tasting her own juices on his slick skin, then she straightened, and very slowly rose to put just the tip of the pulsing cock into her cunt. He strained, but she rose up with him, not letting him go any further in.
"No," she said aloud, "my way this time." He didn't show any sign of understanding, but neither did he attempt to change position. Encouraged, she rocked just enough to push another inch of his shaft into her. As before, the sensation of his prick inside her nearly drove her to instant orgasm, but she opened her eyes, gazed at the moon, and slid fully down onto him. Impaled, she paused a moment, resting her hands on his chest. His own hands came up to grip her hips, and she resisted the temptation to let him guide her motion. She swiveled her hips teasingly, and he once more opened his eyes to regard her. She rocked back, reaching one hand down behind her to tickle his balls, and his entire body gave a shudder.
Her eyes widened with delight, and she began to bounce gently against his hips, short swift strokes to help him find his rhythm. He groaned, and she nearly stopped short. Never before had he made any sound. She stared down at him, and his face contorted in counterpoint to the beat of her hips. She rocked more wildly, bending down so her breasts swung against his chest. He groaned again, and she was startled, when she looked at him, to see his face changing - in the darkness it seemed to her that his features were softening, somehow.
She pressed on, driving toward his climax, and was rewarded by his pelvis rising to meet her. He clutched at her buttocks, his fingers splayed into her crack. She rode him frantically, pounding against his cock with determination. His back arched, his hands slid up her back, and she gripped his shoulders with taloned fingers. She pressed her breast to his lips, and he opened his mouth to suck hungrily. The tingling of her nipple communicated directly to her cunt, and she gripped his hair in her hands.
Her wild locks swung about her in an invisible wind, and her fangs pierced her lip with burning passion. She scissored her legs to tighten her cunt around him, milking his soul through his need. He cried out, as his cock throbbed and pulsed within her, his climax taking him deep within her. She felt the heat of his sperm filling her, and sucked deeply at the soul he exposed. Her hourglass pupils gleamed in the darkness as the man beneath her wept in surrender. Her wings spread, the succubus disappeared.
The End.
Judy Has a Dark Secret
Hello, my name is Judy Wallace. I'm a married woman in my early 40's. My husband David and I have been married for over 15 years. I'm not only a wife but I am a mother of two children.
I have a two sons. My oldest son name is David name after his father. We call him DJ and my youngest son name is Daniel. DJ is 14 and Daniel is 12. My children can be a handful but what children are anything but a handful?
We live in a good neighborhood and my husband provides for us. His income is enough to support our family. I guess you can say I'm the typical "stay at home" mother you remember from those old sitcoms. It's funny when I was teenager I never picture myself the June Cleaver type but I should be happy. I have a good family and a husband that provides for me. I should be happy. Shouldn't I?
I wake up every morning at 5:30. I use this time to make sure that by the time my husband and the boys make it down stairs. Breakfast is ready for them. I head down stairs to make sure to put a pot of coffee on.
David is a mess if his coffee isn't just the way he likes it. Lots of cream and lots of sugar every day in his favorite mug. He will take two sips and say "Thank you honey". Then he will sit at the table reading the news on his IPad. Today is Tuesday so I know he will remind me like always he needs his clothes to be pick up from the cleaners.
He will also tell their is pile of suits that need to be drop off at the cleaners
as well. He will then ask me what will be for dinner when he arrives home tonight.
I find it funny because on Tuesday we always have meatloaf. Sometimes just to humor myself when he asks "What are we doing for dinner tonight?" I answer "Why the same thing we do every Tuesday Pinky." The Pinky and the Brain reference is usually lost on him but I can see why. I was the one who raise the kids and when you are a stay at home mom you usually end up watching the same things your children watch.
Speaking of my kids. I make sure breakfast is waiting for them. DJ is a freshman in high school and walks to school with his buddies. So DJ doesn't usually have breakfast with us.
He will come downstairs and grab whatever he finds the most appealing off his plate and rush out the door. Sometimes without giving me a kiss on my cheek and a "Thanks Mom". I know he is at the age now where he wants to be with his friends and having breakfast with his parents might seem "lame". Daniel though even though he is 12 still takes forever to get ready for school.
He is either still sleeping or watching cartoons in his room. I usually have to yell "Daniel if you are not ready downstairs in 5 minutes I'm coming up there to get you."
In three minutes Daniel will rush downstairs and sit down at the table and eat his food within a matter of seconds. With a mouth full of food he will ask me and his father can have some video game that will be coming out soon or when can we have a dog?
My husband will always answer with a "We will see or If your grades are good this semester." Once he is finish with his breakfast Daniel will give me a kiss and a hug and rush off to catch the school bus.
David and I are now left alone and we make small talk. We either talk about current events, the kids or if there is anything we need to do. David will usually tell me if he is expecting UPS to drop off a package and what time I need to be home.
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