Mail order lycra body sheaths and spike heeled stretch boots bring a lycra fetish couple to ecstasy!

My office phone rang, I picked up – it was Karen. She seemed out of breath “They’ve arrived!” she panted excitedly “The fucking suits have arrived!” “You’ve got to come home – they’re so hot!” Susan was obviously turned on and probably masturbating as she spoke. “I guess you’ve tried yours on?” I replied. “Yes! And, oh God! It’s so tight, it feels so good!” “Hurry, my juicy pussy needs to be filled.” Karen was rambling and I was getting a hard-on thinking about her lithe young body encased in the ultra tight gold lycra body sheath. “Look babe, try and control yourself and I’ll be home in a few minutes.” I was now really excited and my rigid cock was pushing against my lycra bikini panties wetting them with precum. I quickly notified my secretary that I was leaving and headed out the back door to my car.

When I reached our condo I parked in the garage and came up the back entrance to our unit. Upon opening the door I entered our “game” room and saw Karen clad in liquid gold lycra from her toes to her head with only openings for her eyes. She was laying on the large leather lounge with lycra-booted legs spread wide masturbating with both lycra-gloved hands. “Oh fuck!” she gasped as I walked into the room “I’m so fucking hot, babe. My cunt is on fire!” Karen spread the wet lycra-encased lips of her pussy and I could see that the liquid gold lycra of her costume went inside her in a sheath like tube and was drawing out the juices of her excitement like a wick. On the table next to Karen was an open box and I could see what looked like a pool of molten silver inside. “It’s yours” Karen moaned, “put it on, you won’t believe how wonderful it feels”.

I lifted the limp garment from the box and revealed a pair of matching boots below it, none of the stuff looked like it would fit a ten year old not to mention a six-foot tall adult. Then I tugged on the material and it seemed to stretch like rubber. “Wow!” I exclaimed as I realized how the costume would fit. Quickly I stripped and then sat in the large chair across from Karen pulling the stretchy liquid silver lycra on to my outstretched legs as she watched. My cock had grown wildly erect and was standing almost straight up by the time the fluid sliver material had reached my crotch. There was a sheath in the front of the costume that I assumed was supposed to fit over my erection, but it was so small that I wasn’t sure how it could. I held my cock with one hand and stretched the crotch of the costume with the other until my cockhead was in the opening of the sheath. I pushed and tugged back on the material, it seemed to form over my penis like skin and made it look like it was sculpted from polished metal. “Shit” I gasped. The pressure of the material stretching over my cock seemed to be massaging it. I was now panting excitedly as I stretched and pulled on the rest of the suit, sliding my arms down into the stretchy sleeve/gloves and then pulling the hood over my head. By the time I tugged the back zipper closed my precum had soaked the sheath.

The boots came next. They were of liquid silver lycra and looked to be about thigh high with, like Karen’s, five-inch spike heels, very thin leather soles and viciously pointed toes. I had never worn women’s boots before and these excited me. I held out my legs and Karen smiled as she watched me pull on the first boot - it felt just like the sheath, the pressure of the double layer of lycra on my leg was intensely erotic. The second boot slid on easily and I stood wobbling slightly as I got used to the high heels. Karen’s lycra gloved hands were moving over her body pressing on her smooth belly above her visibly quivering pussy and gliding up to cup her firm breasts and erect nipples. I joined Karen and began exploring my own lycra-encased body with lycra-gloved hands and soon I was stroking my spandex sheathed prod and moaning. She turned to a sitting position on the edge of the lounge raising and opening her legs. I knelt in front of her and began to slide my lycra-sheathed cock over her ass crack, then upward toward her cunt.

Karen gasped, placed her boot heels on my shoulders and began to squirm against my rigid member, wetting the lycra sheath with her juices. My penis slid easily between the lips of Karen’s pussy, her juices had made both layers of lycra almost grease slick. Her hands clasped my anus and pulled forward – my rod rammed into her to the hilt. We began to squirm against each other touching our lycra-clad bodies together in as many places as possible. I felt Karen’s pussy tightening and releasing, rhythmically pumping my cock. “Cum! Cum! Fill me with your fucking spunk!” she was moaning as her spandex clad body began to shudder with pre-orgasmic spasms. I felt the hot wetness of her juices soaking the lycra encasing my crotch and could no longer contain my ecstasy. “Yes, Yes!” I screamed and my deeply buried member began to twitch and jerk inside of Karen’s lycra lined vagina. Jism gushed in hot streams into her quivering hole and my gleaming silver lycra -encased body writhed in climax as Karen wrapped her booted legs and gloved arms around me - clawing and bucking in the uncontrollable throes of orgasm. Finally we both lay still and panting, our lycra-clad bodies entwined almost as one and the wetness of our climax soaking the tight metallic fabric covering our crotches.