ZLATA Goddess of flexibility

Kyle was going through some changes. Puberty had struck with full force and hormones coursed through his veins. He was getting taller, stronger, his voice lowering and he of course, had started to notice girls. For the first time, he saw girls in a different way. He loved their curves, their breasts, their round and tight asses. After a long and tiring day at school, Kyle came home, set down his bag, and flicked on the lights. No one was home. He plopped himself in front of the T.V. in his parents’ room and began flicking through the channels. Sports, some reality show, the news, and weather all came and went across the screen until something caught his eye. Something extraordinary. The most incredible woman he had ever seen. He was immediately smitten by her beautiful face and glowing blonde hair. She turned to the camera, her bright red lips talking softly, slowly, sensually. “Watch this,” she said, as if speaking directly to Kyle and no one else. With that, she took both of her long legs and placed them behind her head, all with a seductive smile on her perfect face. Her curvy body was hugged tightly by a shiny black latex catsuit, which squeezed her in all the right places. Her ass nearly bulged out of the screen, and Kyle, dumbstruck, began to feel something strange, something very unfamiliar: a little tingle in his pants. Kyle did not understand what was going on, but he soon felt his underwear become tighter than normal. Confused and nervous, Kyle very slowly took off his shirt and slid off his pants. He was standing naked, looking at himself in front of his parents’ full-body mirror. His cock was growing, pulsing with his heartbeat. Kyle now recognized that this was an erection. Kyle was no longer confused, but rather impressed. He admired his body in the mirror, his cock now fully hard. He turned back to the screen, greeted by the contortionist’s blindingly sexy smile. She descended gracefully into a backbend, her lithesome body shimmering in the light, the catsuit cuddling her curves. Further and further she stretched her back. She was now in a triple fold, still holding that wonderful smile, her eyes locked on Kyle’s, peering directly into his beating heart. Kyle looked down at his cock, and almost instinctively, without realizing, very slowly slid his hand down his body. He walked his fingers down his chest, past his abdomen, through his bush, which had just started to appear, and very gently grabbed his rock-hard cock. Watching the mind-bending contortion, he began to stroke it with his hand. Very slowly and deliberately. Up and down. Up and down. So slowly. His brain went fuzzy with the immense pleasure this was giving him. He began stroking faster, increasing the pace ever so gradually. Faster now. Even faster. Up and down and up and down. The waves of pleasure shooting through his body, the room went blurry. Taking some spit from his mouth to lube up his rock hard cock, the contortionist, on the screen, once again caught his eye. She went down into an utterly astounding frontbend. She bent further and further forward, her legs now behind her head, her face approaching her privates. Shooting another look at Kyle, she licked the area of her latex catsuit covering her glistening sex. Kyle’s cock roared with a spasm of desire. This gave Kyle an idea. Kyle had heard about blowjobs from some of his older brother’s friends. Having always been too young to experiment with girls, he had never paid much attention, thinking these horribly inappropriate stories would never apply to him. But now, the young and feeble Kyle was a different person. He was a man. He was a beast. He wanted sex. He needed pleasure. He studied the woman’s movements on screen very closely. His cock still rigid, he watched her in her marvelous frontbends, licking herself, the smile never fading. Kyle grabbed hold of his left leg, and raised it back, towards his head. He was amazed at the ease with which it moved. He had never thought of himself as flexible; he had never stretched a day in his life. On a normal day, he could barely touch his toes. But that didn’t matter now. He needed this sex, and so the pain did not register. He was a contortionist. Made of rubber. He nestled his left leg comfortably in the crook of his neck, and took hold of his right. Rotating from the hip, he swung it around behind his other leg, his body now tied in a pretzel. He looked at himself in the mirror, turned on by this position. He ran his hands along his body, down his thighs, finally arriving at his smooth and round ass, which felt so nice with his legs in the pretzel position. After exploring his limber body, his hands found his cock. And it began. He stroked his cock with a passionate intensity. It grew even more, a load of pre-cum building at its tip. The waves of pleasure masking all pain, Kyle lurched himself forward towards his erect cock, using his legs to propel himself. Not quite there yet, he wanked his cock faster than ever before, pounding at himself, the surges of orgasm rocketing through every part of his contorted body. Feeling no pain, Kyle made one last effort, bending forward with all his might. His eyes closed, he felt his the head of his cock slide into his mouth, then the shaft, all the way down to his balls. He was deep throating his own cock! It was a circle of pleasure. He was the giver and receiver. His legs behind his head, he pulsed up and down the shaft, sucking on his meat, and loving every second of it. He then felt himself reach the point of no return. Faster now he sucked. Faster and faster still. He could feel the orgasm building, about to burst. At last, he could hold out no longer and blew his first load down his throat, the hot, gooey cum coating his tongue. He loved the taste. Exhausted, he let himself come out of the pretzel pose. Feeling satisfied, manly, and wonderfully dirty, he looked back at the contortionist, and that same naughty smile crept across his own face. Fin.