Rubber Need

Rubber Need

She'd timed it well. I'd been out of town all week, and she'd only told me that a special surprise would be waiting for me. Hadn't done much for my concentration on the business meetings and luncheons. And, as per her request, I'd both shaved my crotch the night before I left, and I'd resisted masturbating the entire week.

I knew the rewards would be worth it.

I should probably give you some background first. My wife and me, well, we share certain interests. Fetishes others would call them. Mostly involving rubber, gasmasks, water, and bubbles. We were both well off before marriage, good business investments built off of a large inheritance on her part, stock options on mine, so we had lots of resources to put towards our little ideas. She'd been planning something for months, and had refused to tell me, though I'd tried every type of encouragement I knew. And now I'd find out!

By the time I got off my flight and had driven home, I was almost in pain from the woody between my legs. Getting out of the car was an effort, and I waddled more than walked to the porch. Unlocking the door, I stepped in and locked it behind me. At last I could undo my pants and give my cock room to stick out as it so desperately wanted. Ripping my pants off and dropping them on the floor, I found that it helped. A little. Though I still waddled like a penguin.

"Susan?" There was no answer.

Then I noticed the neatly typed note securely taped to the wall:

YOUR PRESENT IS IN THE CHANGEROOM BY THE POOL. FURTHER INSTRUCTIONS ARE THERE.

Mysteriouser and mysteriouser!

Somehow I made my way around to the back of the house and through screen door that led to the small pool. We'd had it built specially, only 15' square, and 8' deep, which was more than adequate for our needs. The entire yard was fenced in extra high, and we usually kept an opaque cloth roof overtop for privacy. The door to the change room was open, and I flicked the light on.

Oh my God!

If anything, I became harder.

Hanging there was a blue bodysuit of gleaming rubber. Beside it were long blue rubber flippers, blue rubber webbed gloves, and a blue rubber gasmask with a long protruding rubber cock and two google eye pieces for vision, the mask attached to a heavy blue rubber hood. From each side of the base of the rubber cock protruded black corrugated rubber hoses, curving around the head and joining in a reduction valve that had a joint for a high pressure hose.

It took me only seconds to strip what was left of my clothes.

PUT IT ON DEAR. BE CAREFUL -- THE RUBBER IS THIN. TALC POWDER IS PROVIDED. I'M WAITING IN THE POOL

Soon my body glistened with powder, and my cock with precum. The bodysuit was of very thin rubber, so thin I was almost afraid to touch it. Sitting down, I examined it, and found that the only way to put it on was through the opening in the neck. First step was to pull out the legs, so I could wiggle my toes into them. The suit had been exquisitely crafted, there was a little protrusion to embrace each of my toes before I unrolled the thin slick material around my foot, over my heel, and up my leg. Same with the other. I got both legs on and reached the crotch of the suit, only to find out that it came with a heavier rubber to embrace my cock and balls. That part was of a heavier material, and shaded from blue at its base, and over my balls, to black at its tip. Though, the tip had a small opening for the end of my actual cock to stick out.

My hands were shaking by the time the sticky rubber was cuddling my balls, pressed against my naked crotch, the material warm and sticky as I sweated inside. Somehow I managed not to rip it as I unrolled the arms and rolled them over each of my hands, wiggling my fingers until in all the way. Then I wiggled my body a bit, pulled at the chest, pulled the neckring over my shoulders where it snapped back to its normal size, and had the wonderful thing on. My body gleamed in naked blue, and the tip of my cock glistened where it hung in front of me. Underneath where the suit had hung was a weight belt, again of rubber, and not very heavy. Enough to make me just negatively buoyant. I put it on, clasping the rubber buckle tight.

I could barely wait.

With quivering hands, I pulled the gas mask off its hook. The mask and hood were made of the same rubber, but thicker, and it was fortunate I kept my hair short. It took more effort to get the thing on, as the hood was made of a stiffer rubber, and the tubes kept getting tangled. The actual mask fit against my face, the two goggle eyepieces enclosing my eyes in narrow tunnel vision. There was no breathing cup as other masks had, but a cup for my nose by itself, and a mouthpiece I had to bite down on for my mouth. I breathed in, sucking air through my mouth, through the mouthpiece, and then exhaling it. I could feel it sucking down the tubes, and pushing out the rubber cock that stuck out from my mouth. For some reason the eyepieces refused to fog -- she must have coated them before I got home. I don't think I could bear to take the hood off to do that now.

Susan had definitely gone all out this time.

I grabbed the webbed hands and soft rubber flippers, and made my way out into the pool, cock bouncing, the rubber squeaking a bit as my thighs rubbed against each other. Breathing was a bit hard, but I expected it to improve once I connected it to the tank farm we had for our underwater fun. Far safer than worrying about compressors, not to mention quieter.

Outside the pool was dim under the roof, tan shafts of afternoon sunlight glimmering down onto the metal tiles that covered the pool. The only bare water was the uncovered _escape hatch_ we kept in one corner in case of equipment problems. And for entry. Turning my head around to try and find Susan with my tunnel vision, I finally caught some bouncing of the tiles and knew where she was.

Oh my, oh my!

Ripping my eyes away, I checked the pressure on the SCUBA tank farm and saw that they were all full. She'd been using them, but not long enough to affect the pressure of the tanks. Putting down the fins and gloves, I screwed the 50' unused airhose that linked to the tankfarm to the nozzle behind my mask, pulling it over and around so I could see. For a moment I couldn't breathe, but then the connection was complete, and cold air hissed into my lungs in answer to my needs. Barely able to walk I made my way over to the escape hatch and sat down on the edge. And yes, there was my wife's air hose trailing into the water, hidden in the shadows where it was hard to see. The water pressed against my rubber-coated legs, but they remained dry. I could feel the pressure, the coolness of the water, but nothing else. I pushed most of my slack hose into the water where it coiled and sank. Then, one after the other, I wiggled on the long, wide full foot fins, their blades made of very soft rubber. Not much good for swimming, but then that wasn't really their purpose.

Still no sign of Susan other than the results of her bubbles. Had she not noticed me? And, if she had, how could she just wait? I wasn't sure how I was! With both fins on, I wiggled my hands into the webbed gloves, soft rubber ribs stretching out from each finger supporting long webbing between them. The rubber squeaked as I worked my hand fully into it. When done, each of my fingers looked to be twice as long as normal, and the rubber was so soft I could wiggle each finger by itself with almost no resistance.

Finally complete, utterly enclosed in rubber, my body hot and sticky with sweat, I shoved myself off the side, sinking into the pool and out of sight.

I felt the pressure of water around me, and swallowed to clear my ears as I sank until I felt the push of the blades of my fins against the bottom. I could see through a tunnel into the dim depths, thin shafts of light gleaming through the cracks in the tiles. Breathing through my mouth, each exhalation burst out of the cock in front of me, not out of one hole, but out of a multitude, and the bubbles gurgled and glistened as they passed me on their way to the surface.

Oh God, I was ready to come right there.

And that was when I finally saw Susan, looking at me.

She was dressed like I was, and she wasn't. The same style of mask, the same style of rubber, but it was all a blackish blue, darker than what I was wearing. And it seemed-- fuzzy somehow. Indistinct. Except for the fins on her feet and hands, though the spines that supported the webbing had the same fuzzy appearance. The fins themselves were slightly more rounded, slightly more feminine, and in addition to her vagina poking into the cool water, both her breast tips, definitely ready for action, were naked to the cool liquid too. Her head was similar, but her mask had a gaping hole where her mouth should be. As I watched, bubbles gushed out of it, curdling along the top of the hole and curling and jiggling up and between her dual lenses, before vanishing surface ward.

I stared, and she stared back, the only sounds our breathing, and the gurgle of the bubbles each time we exhaled.

I think each of us was taken back by the affect of Susan's wondrous creations.

Finally, she made the first move, quickly finning towards me, the soft rubber blades on her feet curving sharply from the water resistance. I fell backwards, sinking deeper, my breathing hissing into my lungs, and blurping out in a gurgling hiss through the many small holes. She oozed through the water above me, the shafts of sunlight showing that she wasn't fuzzy, wasn't a blurred image, but instead her entire body, her long fingers, the ribs stretching out from her toes, all were covered with a fine rubber shafts. Hundreds, no thousands, of soft rubber spikes, each maybe a 16th of an inch in diameter, all shifting and moving in the currents her movement generated.

For a second I couldn't breath, the last few bubbles of my last exhale glurping out of the rubber cock that stretched from my mouth to be caught in the fine cilia covering her chest, one sticking to an upright nipple as she slowly sank down towards me, her air hose trailing behind. The world shadowed as she ran her webbed hands along my chest, resting on her palms, a forest of soft needles poking against my rubber, tickling against my skin.

I could feel precum oozing out, knew it was staining the water between us. I exhaled in a loud gush, sucking in more air to fulfill my needs, as she gently kicked to stay horizontal, her slight weight pushing me against the bottom, my rubber-coated feet and arms quivering helplessly. Slowly, achingly slowly, she turned herself around, the erotic tingle of her palms sliding along my chest, to my waist, and then cupping my balls. I gasped, exhaled a loud burst of bubbles, and then she pushed away, holding herself above me only by her hands wrapped around the base of my cock. Above my eyes I could see her legs gently finning and then my world tunneled even more as the electric shock of her touch shot through me. Desperately I sucked, trying to get enough air, feeling the hoses on either side of my head jiggling at my desperation as her touch fired my primed cock. I arched my waist upwards, pressing the back of my head against the bottom as I pumped a weeks worth of pent up frustration into the water between us. I felt the soft touch of her hands, the soft needles pressing into me, carassessing, massaging, milking, teasing out every last drop of cum to glisten and curdle in the crystal water between us.

But she wasn't done, and one explosion wasn't enough to make up for a week of abstinence.

My breathing slowed a bit and I caught up on my needs as she clung to me. She was the soft gentle aggressor, I her helpless victim. She pushed herself backward, I saw her crotch above me in my narrowed vision as it sank closer and closer. Her hands were on my chest now, her crotch slid off to the side, her hands gripped my sides, and I felt a soft rubber touch my softening tip as bubbles gushed out and caressed my manhood.

Dear god, _that_ was why the masks were designed so!

Shaking with frustration as I felt myself stiffening again, I reached up with my hands and grabbed my love by her waist, running my palms along the soft spines that coated her body, feeling them tickle my fingers. I guided her love nest against the rubber cock that stuck out in front of my nose, air gushing from it. As she held me gently by my sides, I held her the same way, letting my rubber cock and its hissing bubbles caress her vagina, slowly wiggling her so that the hard tip tickled the edges but never quite went in. She kicked and I grabbed on as I was slowly pushed along; I kicked hard, arching upward, until I was horizontal and could see the shafts of sunlight on her dark blue rubber hide. She squeezed my sides, and I knew what she wanted, but I wasn't quite ready yet. Pulling herself lower, I felt soft rubber fingers, spines around the hole in her mask, encircle my cock as air gushed and gurgled around it before escaping to the surface. Her hands left my waist and grabbed my balls and squeezed, the soft spikes pressing in through the thin rubber and I got the message and gave a hard kick as I grabbed her thighs and shoved her crotch hard against my mask. I felt my rubber cock slide in, and had to fight to exhale; all I could see was the blue rubber of her crotch. I felt my real cock slide into her rubber mouth, bubbles hissing around it, pressing against my crotch, the only sensation the pressure they caused as they squeezed against the soft thin rubber keeping me dry. She bucked and shook, I saw a hint of whiteness as her juices oozed out around me as I exhaled hard. Bubbles tickled my cock and we shuddered through the water.

I was the aggressor now, she my helpless victim. Orgasm after orgasm poured through her until all she could do was shiver as my legs kicked, pressing my head up towards the surface. We stopped, I kicked gently holding her feet pressed against the metal slats as I wiggled my head, pulled it back and shoved it forward, moving and vibrating my rubber cock that was partially and then fully and then partially inside of her. I could feel her breathing become irregular, uncontrolled against my cock, and I could feel myself getting more and more ready. I hugged her hard, pulling her crotch hard against my mask, a few bubbles oozed out past my goggled eyes as I struggled to exhale. My legs flailed around, we tilted, bubbles everywhere, and I my crotch hard against her goggled eyes. I felt the needles pressing against my rubber covered cock, bubbles oozing and tickling as they struggles to escape. Then an electric shock as her tongue, her actual fleshy tongue, licked my naked tip.

We both exploded then, shaking as one, completely out of control. The air supply was completely inadequate to our needs, but we didn't care. I could feel her tongue licking and flicking, her hot breath roaring against my naked tip as she fought to exhale what air she could get. The inside of my mask was hot and sweaty, my entire body was, and I could feel the tight rubber loosened as my shaking lungs fought to exhale through my mask, through the mouthpiece my teeth tightly clenched, through the rubber cock, and through her vagina as its lips pressed and massaged, trapping my air in my lungs that so desperately wanted to get rid of it.

I don't know which of us lost all control first, but we shoved each other away, my cock slurping out of her mask, the cilia tugging and dragging, as my mask's rubber cock was pulled from her vagina, the muscles there clenching and pulling as her body spasmed in orgasm after orgasm, my body shaking as mine went on and on and on.

Finally we were separate, both gasping for breath, bubbles sparkling around us, bodies shaking helplessly as we sank to the bottom. Juices drifted around us, tinting the water, and I gently bounced against the bottom, somebody's air hose loosely curled around my body. I felt a leg fall against my chest, jerking, the muscles, the rubber spikes, sliding and dragging across my breast and my arm, but I was helpless to do anything about it, my body hot and sticky and shaking as I pumped out the last of my cum, still struggling for breath.

I don't know how long each of us lay there, fighting to get back in charge of our bodies. The air system slowly caught up to our needs, the water slowly cooled us, and I felt myself soften. My muscles shook with fatigue as I pushed myself up, kicking easily, my wife's arm dragging itself along me as she pulled herself out of her stupor as well. We finally saw each other, expressionless, bubbles gurgling and blurping out in rapid gushes as we just watched each other.

Was she smiling? Was she happy with the mind blowing fantasy she'd brought to life. _I_ sure was!

We watched each other, almost wary, and I laughed. I could see that I had both our air hoses coiled around me; somehow she had only hers. We twisted, getting untangled. I thought about pulling her closer, but she could only swim so far so I let her go, holding her air hose gently as is slid through my arms as she got herself organized. I let her go and she fled to the far corner as I fled to the other. There we watched. We crouched there, backs pressed against the soft liner wall, watching, our bodies relaxing. Well, most of mine did. My traitorous manhood had other ideas and slowly stiffened again. _It_ knew what was coming.

Somehow, neither of us made the first move. It was mutual. Gently we finned towards each other, circling, our long air hoses coiling around us loosely, slowly pulling us closer together. One coil, a second, a third. We touched each other, each of us now taking the time to explore what the other had become. I felt her soft touch, tickling, as it rubbed my chest, pressing me against the airhoses holding us close. I tickled her arms. She kicked and ran her hands down my back, giving me a gentle massage. I reached out and gently massaged her naked breasts, letting her contact keep us together as much as she wanted. Together we gently kicked, keeping ourselves floating in the middle of the pool, watching each other without apparent expression. Our breathing synced; I swore I could feel my air, her air, gushing down the hoses that looped gently over my shoulder, against my arms, along my waist.

Her grip tightened and it wasn't long until we were face to face, goggles looking into goggles. We stopped kicking and let ourselves sink down until we were balanced on the bending tips of our fins, leaning against each other once each of us shifted a bit for better balance. I could feel my cock tip brushing against her thigh, against the soft rubber spines, and I shivered. A great glurp of bubbles burst out between us, and I knew that she felt the same. Breathing slowly, deeply, I turned my head, pressed my rubber cock against her cheek as her arms wrapped around me, gently stroking my shoulder blades. Our bodies shifted, her thighs wiggling up mine until she was crouched on my thighs, sitting astride me, her blank lenses still staring into mine. I could feel her spiked thighs gently pressing through my thin rubber coating and against my flesh as she pressed her vagina against the naked tip of my cock, her lips wet and eager, quivering. I let my arms slide down her back, feeling the spears dragging along them, finally cupping her behind and slowly pressing her against me. Her breathing was speeding up, so was mine. Bubbles glistened and gushed between our faces. I kicked off so that we were in the middle of the pool. She mounted me. I could feel her vagina muscles, pulling, trying hard to get me in further. I agreed and gently pushed her against me, pushing my cock a little bit deeper. Her arms stretched out, pulling away, wiggled their webbing under my arms, against the side of my body, and against the side of my head. She shook, her body shuddering with pleasure as she pressed her upper arms against the back of my head, against my hard breathing hoses, and one of our goggle eyes clinked against the other, giving us a clear vision into the darkness. I could feel my needs rising, all my pent up frustration, my hoarded love, and knew that now was the time.

I stopped kicking; we began sinking. Shoving her behind against me, I felt the cilia of her lower chest pressing against me as my cock was pushed, pulled by her needs, deep inside of her. I felt the heat of her naked breasts against my chest through the thin rubber, and rested my rubber cock on her shoulder, parting the forest of rubber spines to press it against her. She shivered again, I on top now as the bottom pressed my hands against her, my gentle weight pressing us together as we fell against the bottom. And then my final needs, my love for her, blossomed inside her as she gently caressed me, and we held each other, comfortable happy.

It wasn't as needy as the first time, it wasn't as intense as the second as we both breathed, sucking down the air we needed, blowing it out to gurgle and glisten to the surface. It was love, joy in each other. A long gentle mutual pleasure, surrounded by rubber, by cool water, by gushing bubbles, me inside of her as her vagina stroked my cock and I gently pumped my seed inside he warmth.

We were like that for a while, a long timeless moment, a warm glow. Gently we untangled our limbs until we were lightly holding each other, my legs resting against hers as I slowly softened inside her. I smiled, the mouthpiece gentle against my teeth, and I knew she was the same.

It would end soon, and we'd have to return to the mundane real world. But with the farm we had almost eighteen hours of air at normal usage, and we were in no hurry.

We were happy to just be together, in rubber, in the bubbly depths.

END