Been a while, but I'm back with a new way of presenting a story. Lack of feedback and new everyday obligations put my writing on the back burner, but I haven't abandoned anything completely. However, seeing Youtubers switching to Patreon and OnlyFans (which I agree might be a good idea) made me consider what content I'd pay to keep watching, which in turn inspired me to think up what kind of show I would make myself. Since I don't really have the prerequisites I had to settle for describing it, and the episodic format would suit smaller installments well.
So I thought I'd be posting new segments every few days, just like the protagonists - and just like them I might be able to work in suggestions, if any. Or at least get some hints from them.
But before I get ahead of myself, here's the first installment. Hope you'll like it, and if you feel there's not quite enough balloons at the start don't worry - every new production needs some time to pick up the pace! I believe there'll be more than enough further on.
/Harley
You know how I said I found a way to scratch Kimmy’s performing itch? It actually wasn’t too hard, given her work history. But it led to a number of episodes that might interest some of you, in case you haven’t seen them already. And if you have, at least you don’t know the behind-the-scenes scoop. So here it is.
After Kim understandably nixed broadcasting her saxophone practice, I asked the obvious question again.
“So what would you like to do?”
She looked thoughtful. “Dunno. But you know that leftover feeling? Kinda had that working with Jack. No reruns of that, please.”
Her newscaster ex had sometimes let her sit in as a prop girl, adding some comedy to his coverage - usually by holding up signs with comments not written by her. The one time she’d scored a point was by replacing the inflation demonstration with an actual balloon, blowing it to pop in the studio. Since it happened to be a personal interest of his, he’d apparently had some trouble staying professional. Served that two-timer right.
That gave me an in on how to present her without encroaching on Kriss and Alex’s schtick – they could keep covering actual music and yet be an entirely separate act.
“Why not try his game and beat him at it? You could present and comment on entertainment news.”
“I suck at writing.”
“But I have some experience. I’d be happy to help with the scripts. Do all of them if you want, love.”
“Isn’t that too much work, Cherry darling?”
“Since the only work I do these days is PR for them I’m pretty free”, I shrugged. ”Only fair I do the same for you.”
Kim’s eyes grew moist. “Oh, I would love that, Cheryl. Maybe not as much as I love you but I would…”
I kissed her cheek. “Love you beyond reason, Kimmy-coo. Let me show you…”
So the actual planning had to wait for a bit. But there was no hurry.
By the way - I realize some of you have never heard me describe it before, so this is the setting: A relatively affluent gated community outside Las Vegas, or more precisely a two-story mini-mansion with a pair of single floor wings flanking the majority of the back yard. A pool house and a carport containing a red Chevy '57 and a green 30' brontosaurus, currently deflated. A recording studio in the basement with far more brass instruments than can be healthy, a musical prodigy and her wife (yours truly) plus the most recent additions - Kimberly and Alexis, our dearest friends and lifemates. (Would be more than that if polygamy was legal – though we have the rings if not the paperwork.)
I admit our living arrangements are a bit unconventional, but to us it feels completely natural. A household of four is pretty ordinary even if those usually involve kids instead of two more lovers. And with so much love to go around, I wouldn't have it any other way.
With Kriss’ (you might have heard of Crystal Mackenzie – that’s her) accumulated capital we're comfortably well off, though any amount of cash will run dry if not replenished and some extra ad revenues wouldn't be amiss - especially if it made Kim feel like she was doing her part. The dance lessons she held for local kids were as much for fun as the slight income boost.
Since she had loads of stage and camgirl experience a show like this hopefully wouldn't be too taxing, and judging by her enthusiasm she could live with the effort.
Kriss and Lex were about as eager. The latter in particular couldn't wait to watch her spouse perform again.
"Gonna be so cool!" she said. "And no pandering to kinky requests."
"Sadly", Kim smiled. "Guess we'll just have to anticipate them."
My own wife was about to fly off the handle with excitement. "I know just where to film it!"
"We all do, Krissie", I sighed. The spare guest room upstairs wasn't exactly in use.
She wasn't deterred, though. "Can we start turning it into a studio?"
"Isn't one enough for the house?"
"You know what I mean, Chel. Something we won't have to rebuild every time." Kriss grew thoughtful. "Redecorate, sure, but you get my drift."
“Speaking of redecorating”, Lexi said while looking Kim over, “what kinda look are you planning for?”
The blonde smiled evasively. “Oh, you know, just your everyday, run-of-the-mill, super fab TV presenter.”
Alex pressed on. “Like a newscaster or talkshow host? Gonna wear a suit?” she asked hopefully.
“Sometimes”, Kim promised. “Wanna do a lot of outfits.”
Kriss pretended to reach for a wallet. “We could set up a wardrobe budget! Or just say fuck that noise and charge everything to me. Can’t wait to see it!”
“I’ll buy second-hand stuff”, Kim said, embracing her. “But nothing grody.”
“Unless we want to do a grody episode”, I said. “Could be fun having you look a mess for once. A pretty one, of course.”
“Oo! Let’s!” Then she turned back to Kriss. “Hey, Mrs. Producer - I hear a casting couch is customary at times like this.”
My wife nodded. “Practically mandatory.”
“So whatcha say we find one?”
“What about MeToo?” I said.
“You’ll get yours later”, Kriss promised as she left with the aspiring actress.
“Gotcha covered, baby”, Alex whispered and pulled me into her arms.
“Mmm. So what part do you want, Miss Riley?”
“Thought I’d provide some oral support.”
The kiss backed up her words nicely.
“I have an idea”, I told her. “You rattle off every look you want to see her in and I’ll find ways to work them in.”
“That’d be awesome. Gonna have to give that some thought.”
Alex loves ladies in uniforms, so her input would only make it easier to think up themes. However, that was for the future.
“Any more…spontaneous ideas?”
“Yeah. Come with me.”
She led me to their bedroom and began kissing me for real, her hands starting to unbutton my pants. Good call.
“Help me get these off.”
As I stripped (pretty urgently, I admit) Lexi fiddled with something from the nightstand drawer. She turned and I saw she’d fitted a valve to what appeared to be a dark pink twenty-four-inch balloon. Her eyes met mine with a challenge as she started to blow it up, indicating the bed with a nod.
I knew what to do and got down on all fours atop the mattress. Lex knelt behind me and slipped the expanding globe between my legs. My anticipation built with every loud, powerful breath as she hurried to make the loon large enough for action. The latex stretched out under my belly and I rested my breasts on it, feeling them lift and separate as the balloon grew below me. The caress of inflating rubber turned my nipples rock hard as they slid sideways and a throbbing further down screamed for immediate attention. By now Lexi had blown the loon into a huge pear shape and the slope towards her face was in the perfect position for my crotch. I rubbed against it and felt a surge of pleasure shoot through my whole body, an electricity far beyond the usual static.
I lowered myself carefully until it supported my entire weight and began thrusting in time with her breaths. The steady puffing ceased as she broke off to speak.
“That’s it, Chellie, fuck it good…”
Then the heavy exhales resumed and the colorful balloon grew tighter against my skin and privates. I glanced down to admire its raspberry sheen reflecting every light in the room and felt the thrill of uncertainty - the half scary, half exciting anticipation of a pop. I wanted to get while the getting was good and started humping it as violently as I dared, each bouncy, creaky impact bringing me closer to a wonderful climax. The angle of the loon told me it had grown a neck but I couldn’t see how big or tight it was, only delight in the rubbery sensation. Flashes of light were playing inside my head as the internal pressure built towards the point of no return and with a loud bang the makeshift sex toy exploded under me and sent me crashing to the bed before I was done. I whined in disappointment but in an instant Lexi’s hand was in the sweet and wet spot, lifting me back into place as she swiftly rolled onto the mattress to finish the job by mouth. Her magnificent lips wrapped around my clit and sucked me right back to where I’d been when the latex had given up and with my butt in a firm grip she went on to lick and kiss me all over the edge, the rubber shards stuck to my body falling off as I twitched in ecstasy.
When she was sure I’d had all I could take she scooched back until we ended up face to face. Her grin was so triumphant and full of love it was impossible to not kiss her for a full minute or more. If possible, the smile only grew wider.
I smiled back. “You sure know how to blow. My mind and anything else.”
“Nice to be appreciated.”
“Same for you?”
She closed her eyes and shuddered. “No time.”
I lowered myself to kiss and thrust against her, delivering what was so sorely needed. It wasn’t long before Lexi too had been thoroughly satisfied, sending her warm breath into my ear along with whispered sweet nothings.
“So what now?” she asked as we lay cuddling.
“We’ll just have to wait and see if she got the job.
It was pretty obvious she had - not that there’d ever been the shadow of a doubt. Later that night I asked Kriss what Kim had done to prove her bona fides.
“She got a bag of elevens, tore the corner off with her teeth and spat it out, looking wicked as hell.”
I could imagine. After all, I’d seen her do it.
“Then she blew one up nice and quick. Thought she was going for a btp but she stopped at the last moment. Tied it, tossed it, batted it away with her face tongue-first.”
The imaginary visuals made me feel like I’d missed out and I put a finger against her lips.
“Hold that thought. Maybe you’d better show me.”
With a grin she was off to fetch some loons of her own while I touched myself just a little to get in the proper mood. Didn’t have time for much more anyway.
Kriss bit the bag open in imitation of the other blonde, not quite hitting devilish but nailing adorably eager. She pulled out a yellow balloon and let it dangle from her mouth while nonchalantly tossing the bag aside. A quick inhale later she began filling it with air straight from her lungs - and did she ever do a good job. The latex expanded rapidly with each powerful exhale and I anticipated her stopping right at the end like she said Kim did, but she went too fast, overshot, and burst the loon all over the bed and me. She didn’t even have the decency to look embarrassed.
“Let me try that again.”
She picked out another yellow one and inflated it almost as swiftly, but this time slowed down when the neck started stretching out. Another breath filled it up and she tied it off, grabbed it by the knot and ran it all over my bare breasts with playful, deliberate flicks at the nipples.
“I see these can be blown up some more.”
The inflection told me she was still impersonating Kim and cool, sensual breaths soon showed she was right. She licked, kissed and blew again as I grew stiffer and stiffer at the front.
“Wonder if this is as big as they can get?” Some sucking and puffing proved that yes, it was.
“Guess so. Shame. Ah well, still got these!”
Kriss took a handful of balloons and let them trickle between her fingers onto my belly. She lifted one with her lips and blew in a big breath before grabbing it to support. After adding some more air she compared the size with my tits.
“And still room for more!” She demonstrated by inflating it to the limit and put it aside with the first. The pair was much too big to ever be mistaken for boobs.
Then she dragged a third one down my tummy and onwards, letting it rest right on top of my clit. Her face followed along and once she saw how wet I was she gently pushed the balloon inside me until only the neck remained. She wrapped her mouth around it and blew, instantly making me writhe from the sudden pressure. It was nice. Kriss puffed harder and as the loon took shape it slid right out. My whine was almost as disappointed as her pout, but she recovered quickly with a new idea.
“Maybe it’d stay in if I blew it up in your ass.”
That was a Kim comment if I ever heard one, but not even she had tried that. Yet.
“Or maybe I should fill it and try putting it in neck first.”
That, she had tried. Without much success but it had been nice nonetheless.
“Or maybe not. After all, I’m here to show how well I can…blow.”
She sat up and finished inflating the balloon, then did another, and yet another. Her skill and speed were inspiring, made me want to join in to help her transform the rest of the crumpled heap into shiny, gaudy globes as fast as possible. I reflected on the difference between the flaccid pouches and their inflated comrades and how little it took to make the change. Instant festivity – just add air.
And that was just what Kriss was doing. I lay transfixed, watching her cheeks puff out over and over as she blew. The whooshing sound was music to my ears, telling me she was well on her way to be done and move on to me. Her breasts were perking up in anticipation and I reached up to flick the tips with my thumbs, nearly making my lover lose her grip on the loon. A brief moan interrupted the powerful exhales, but almost at once she was back to diminishing the dwindling pile of uninflated loons.
She looked so professional blowing and knotting with hardly a pause I considered renting her out as a perambulatory pump. It would be so cool watching her walk around and inflate any decorations the customer had cared to lay out, putting them neatly in place before moving on to the next. I would pocket the cash and pay her in sex – she could earn unlimited fucks that way if she wasn’t getting it already. I’d started imagining how I’d dress her for the job - maybe like something a bellhop would wear, in fern green with lots of brass buttons and matching trouser stripes – when she finished the final red balloon and let it fall onto my chest.
“All done with these”, Kriss teased, “but I don’t think I’m done blowing.”
She gently pushed my thighs apart and went back down, leaving me with nothing to hold but her captured breath. Then she began to lick, suck - and yes, blow – on my most sensitive parts, building the pressure inside me as well. I squeezed a balloon hard with each arm, the tight rubber pressing against my body increasing the absolute thrill and their creaking protests adding to the tension. Kriss kept lapping away in a frenzy as my legs started twitching and trashing about and a sudden involuntary jerk made the left balloon explode against my skin. I picked up another without hesitation and hugged it just as closely, not giving a damn what might happen to it. Amazingly it lasted longer than I did and my coming was louder than its predecessor had been. My mate waited patiently for me to catch my breath, but as she said nothing I had to prompt her.
“And what did she do then?”
I got a smile and a shrug. “Not much, just let me take her.”
That deserved a grin in return. “Sounds like my cue.”
I threw Kriss onto her knees and put all the loons that would fit under her. Then I got out a handy strapon so I could doggy her mercilessly over the blown-up spheres. She gasped and groaned and shrieked as I plowed her as hard as I could, hard enough to make the balloons she was bouncing on burst. She reached out for new ones to replace their popped brethren and I leaned forward to hug her close, adding my weight to hers and exploding all the inflated latex below almost at once. Kriss gave such a sexy yell I became desperate to finish her too and picked up the pace, thrusting and thrusting until I heard the best noise in all the world.
I rolled off to let her recover, but it wasn’t long until she spoke as casually and off-handed as if I had just entered the room.
“So what did you and Lex do?”
I got out the required things and showed her - with as much accuracy as I could. Except Kriss came while I was still blowing up the balloon and so she got double value from the exercise. Didn’t mind that at all, especially since she popped even more intensely when I blew her. I would have licked her for a triple if I hadn’t been so intent on copying Lexi’s act.
I told her what would go next but she went a bit off-script and flipped me over to repeat the pounding I had given her. There were enough balloons left to prop me up when she started, but none at all when we were done. They’d been a worthy sacrifice for that pleasure.
I lay back and let relaxation wash over me. “If that’s what she did I take it you were satisfied with her audition.”
Kriss chuckled. “Oh hell yes. Think the couch gonna need cleaning.”
So would the bed, but one night of sleeping among rubber pieces wouldn’t kill us. It never had before at least.
“But acting aside - if you’re gonna be directing again, maybe you’d better practice a bit on me?”
Well, since she asked I told her the first thing that came to mind. “Fuck me again, but face to face this time.”
Her obedient leer was just what I’d expected. “I think I know how to do that.”
And wow, does she ever.
If you feel Kriss and Lex get sidelined from here on, don’t worry. We kept doing stuff like this and so much more all through that period – just not in relation to what I’m about to tell. You can safely insert lots of playing with them pretty much anywhere you might imagine.
I’m lucky that way.
So I thought I'd be posting new segments every few days, just like the protagonists - and just like them I might be able to work in suggestions, if any. Or at least get some hints from them.
But before I get ahead of myself, here's the first installment. Hope you'll like it, and if you feel there's not quite enough balloons at the start don't worry - every new production needs some time to pick up the pace! I believe there'll be more than enough further on.
/Harley
ON THE AIR
with Kimber
Episode 1
with Kimber
Episode 1
You know how I said I found a way to scratch Kimmy’s performing itch? It actually wasn’t too hard, given her work history. But it led to a number of episodes that might interest some of you, in case you haven’t seen them already. And if you have, at least you don’t know the behind-the-scenes scoop. So here it is.
After Kim understandably nixed broadcasting her saxophone practice, I asked the obvious question again.
“So what would you like to do?”
She looked thoughtful. “Dunno. But you know that leftover feeling? Kinda had that working with Jack. No reruns of that, please.”
Her newscaster ex had sometimes let her sit in as a prop girl, adding some comedy to his coverage - usually by holding up signs with comments not written by her. The one time she’d scored a point was by replacing the inflation demonstration with an actual balloon, blowing it to pop in the studio. Since it happened to be a personal interest of his, he’d apparently had some trouble staying professional. Served that two-timer right.
That gave me an in on how to present her without encroaching on Kriss and Alex’s schtick – they could keep covering actual music and yet be an entirely separate act.
“Why not try his game and beat him at it? You could present and comment on entertainment news.”
“I suck at writing.”
“But I have some experience. I’d be happy to help with the scripts. Do all of them if you want, love.”
“Isn’t that too much work, Cherry darling?”
“Since the only work I do these days is PR for them I’m pretty free”, I shrugged. ”Only fair I do the same for you.”
Kim’s eyes grew moist. “Oh, I would love that, Cheryl. Maybe not as much as I love you but I would…”
I kissed her cheek. “Love you beyond reason, Kimmy-coo. Let me show you…”
So the actual planning had to wait for a bit. But there was no hurry.
By the way - I realize some of you have never heard me describe it before, so this is the setting: A relatively affluent gated community outside Las Vegas, or more precisely a two-story mini-mansion with a pair of single floor wings flanking the majority of the back yard. A pool house and a carport containing a red Chevy '57 and a green 30' brontosaurus, currently deflated. A recording studio in the basement with far more brass instruments than can be healthy, a musical prodigy and her wife (yours truly) plus the most recent additions - Kimberly and Alexis, our dearest friends and lifemates. (Would be more than that if polygamy was legal – though we have the rings if not the paperwork.)
I admit our living arrangements are a bit unconventional, but to us it feels completely natural. A household of four is pretty ordinary even if those usually involve kids instead of two more lovers. And with so much love to go around, I wouldn't have it any other way.
With Kriss’ (you might have heard of Crystal Mackenzie – that’s her) accumulated capital we're comfortably well off, though any amount of cash will run dry if not replenished and some extra ad revenues wouldn't be amiss - especially if it made Kim feel like she was doing her part. The dance lessons she held for local kids were as much for fun as the slight income boost.
Since she had loads of stage and camgirl experience a show like this hopefully wouldn't be too taxing, and judging by her enthusiasm she could live with the effort.
Kriss and Lex were about as eager. The latter in particular couldn't wait to watch her spouse perform again.
"Gonna be so cool!" she said. "And no pandering to kinky requests."
"Sadly", Kim smiled. "Guess we'll just have to anticipate them."
My own wife was about to fly off the handle with excitement. "I know just where to film it!"
"We all do, Krissie", I sighed. The spare guest room upstairs wasn't exactly in use.
She wasn't deterred, though. "Can we start turning it into a studio?"
"Isn't one enough for the house?"
"You know what I mean, Chel. Something we won't have to rebuild every time." Kriss grew thoughtful. "Redecorate, sure, but you get my drift."
“Speaking of redecorating”, Lexi said while looking Kim over, “what kinda look are you planning for?”
The blonde smiled evasively. “Oh, you know, just your everyday, run-of-the-mill, super fab TV presenter.”
Alex pressed on. “Like a newscaster or talkshow host? Gonna wear a suit?” she asked hopefully.
“Sometimes”, Kim promised. “Wanna do a lot of outfits.”
Kriss pretended to reach for a wallet. “We could set up a wardrobe budget! Or just say fuck that noise and charge everything to me. Can’t wait to see it!”
“I’ll buy second-hand stuff”, Kim said, embracing her. “But nothing grody.”
“Unless we want to do a grody episode”, I said. “Could be fun having you look a mess for once. A pretty one, of course.”
“Oo! Let’s!” Then she turned back to Kriss. “Hey, Mrs. Producer - I hear a casting couch is customary at times like this.”
My wife nodded. “Practically mandatory.”
“So whatcha say we find one?”
“What about MeToo?” I said.
“You’ll get yours later”, Kriss promised as she left with the aspiring actress.
“Gotcha covered, baby”, Alex whispered and pulled me into her arms.
“Mmm. So what part do you want, Miss Riley?”
“Thought I’d provide some oral support.”
The kiss backed up her words nicely.
“I have an idea”, I told her. “You rattle off every look you want to see her in and I’ll find ways to work them in.”
“That’d be awesome. Gonna have to give that some thought.”
Alex loves ladies in uniforms, so her input would only make it easier to think up themes. However, that was for the future.
“Any more…spontaneous ideas?”
“Yeah. Come with me.”
She led me to their bedroom and began kissing me for real, her hands starting to unbutton my pants. Good call.
“Help me get these off.”
As I stripped (pretty urgently, I admit) Lexi fiddled with something from the nightstand drawer. She turned and I saw she’d fitted a valve to what appeared to be a dark pink twenty-four-inch balloon. Her eyes met mine with a challenge as she started to blow it up, indicating the bed with a nod.
I knew what to do and got down on all fours atop the mattress. Lex knelt behind me and slipped the expanding globe between my legs. My anticipation built with every loud, powerful breath as she hurried to make the loon large enough for action. The latex stretched out under my belly and I rested my breasts on it, feeling them lift and separate as the balloon grew below me. The caress of inflating rubber turned my nipples rock hard as they slid sideways and a throbbing further down screamed for immediate attention. By now Lexi had blown the loon into a huge pear shape and the slope towards her face was in the perfect position for my crotch. I rubbed against it and felt a surge of pleasure shoot through my whole body, an electricity far beyond the usual static.
I lowered myself carefully until it supported my entire weight and began thrusting in time with her breaths. The steady puffing ceased as she broke off to speak.
“That’s it, Chellie, fuck it good…”
Then the heavy exhales resumed and the colorful balloon grew tighter against my skin and privates. I glanced down to admire its raspberry sheen reflecting every light in the room and felt the thrill of uncertainty - the half scary, half exciting anticipation of a pop. I wanted to get while the getting was good and started humping it as violently as I dared, each bouncy, creaky impact bringing me closer to a wonderful climax. The angle of the loon told me it had grown a neck but I couldn’t see how big or tight it was, only delight in the rubbery sensation. Flashes of light were playing inside my head as the internal pressure built towards the point of no return and with a loud bang the makeshift sex toy exploded under me and sent me crashing to the bed before I was done. I whined in disappointment but in an instant Lexi’s hand was in the sweet and wet spot, lifting me back into place as she swiftly rolled onto the mattress to finish the job by mouth. Her magnificent lips wrapped around my clit and sucked me right back to where I’d been when the latex had given up and with my butt in a firm grip she went on to lick and kiss me all over the edge, the rubber shards stuck to my body falling off as I twitched in ecstasy.
When she was sure I’d had all I could take she scooched back until we ended up face to face. Her grin was so triumphant and full of love it was impossible to not kiss her for a full minute or more. If possible, the smile only grew wider.
I smiled back. “You sure know how to blow. My mind and anything else.”
“Nice to be appreciated.”
“Same for you?”
She closed her eyes and shuddered. “No time.”
I lowered myself to kiss and thrust against her, delivering what was so sorely needed. It wasn’t long before Lexi too had been thoroughly satisfied, sending her warm breath into my ear along with whispered sweet nothings.
“So what now?” she asked as we lay cuddling.
“We’ll just have to wait and see if she got the job.
It was pretty obvious she had - not that there’d ever been the shadow of a doubt. Later that night I asked Kriss what Kim had done to prove her bona fides.
“She got a bag of elevens, tore the corner off with her teeth and spat it out, looking wicked as hell.”
I could imagine. After all, I’d seen her do it.
“Then she blew one up nice and quick. Thought she was going for a btp but she stopped at the last moment. Tied it, tossed it, batted it away with her face tongue-first.”
The imaginary visuals made me feel like I’d missed out and I put a finger against her lips.
“Hold that thought. Maybe you’d better show me.”
With a grin she was off to fetch some loons of her own while I touched myself just a little to get in the proper mood. Didn’t have time for much more anyway.
Kriss bit the bag open in imitation of the other blonde, not quite hitting devilish but nailing adorably eager. She pulled out a yellow balloon and let it dangle from her mouth while nonchalantly tossing the bag aside. A quick inhale later she began filling it with air straight from her lungs - and did she ever do a good job. The latex expanded rapidly with each powerful exhale and I anticipated her stopping right at the end like she said Kim did, but she went too fast, overshot, and burst the loon all over the bed and me. She didn’t even have the decency to look embarrassed.
“Let me try that again.”
She picked out another yellow one and inflated it almost as swiftly, but this time slowed down when the neck started stretching out. Another breath filled it up and she tied it off, grabbed it by the knot and ran it all over my bare breasts with playful, deliberate flicks at the nipples.
“I see these can be blown up some more.”
The inflection told me she was still impersonating Kim and cool, sensual breaths soon showed she was right. She licked, kissed and blew again as I grew stiffer and stiffer at the front.
“Wonder if this is as big as they can get?” Some sucking and puffing proved that yes, it was.
“Guess so. Shame. Ah well, still got these!”
Kriss took a handful of balloons and let them trickle between her fingers onto my belly. She lifted one with her lips and blew in a big breath before grabbing it to support. After adding some more air she compared the size with my tits.
“And still room for more!” She demonstrated by inflating it to the limit and put it aside with the first. The pair was much too big to ever be mistaken for boobs.
Then she dragged a third one down my tummy and onwards, letting it rest right on top of my clit. Her face followed along and once she saw how wet I was she gently pushed the balloon inside me until only the neck remained. She wrapped her mouth around it and blew, instantly making me writhe from the sudden pressure. It was nice. Kriss puffed harder and as the loon took shape it slid right out. My whine was almost as disappointed as her pout, but she recovered quickly with a new idea.
“Maybe it’d stay in if I blew it up in your ass.”
That was a Kim comment if I ever heard one, but not even she had tried that. Yet.
“Or maybe I should fill it and try putting it in neck first.”
That, she had tried. Without much success but it had been nice nonetheless.
“Or maybe not. After all, I’m here to show how well I can…blow.”
She sat up and finished inflating the balloon, then did another, and yet another. Her skill and speed were inspiring, made me want to join in to help her transform the rest of the crumpled heap into shiny, gaudy globes as fast as possible. I reflected on the difference between the flaccid pouches and their inflated comrades and how little it took to make the change. Instant festivity – just add air.
And that was just what Kriss was doing. I lay transfixed, watching her cheeks puff out over and over as she blew. The whooshing sound was music to my ears, telling me she was well on her way to be done and move on to me. Her breasts were perking up in anticipation and I reached up to flick the tips with my thumbs, nearly making my lover lose her grip on the loon. A brief moan interrupted the powerful exhales, but almost at once she was back to diminishing the dwindling pile of uninflated loons.
She looked so professional blowing and knotting with hardly a pause I considered renting her out as a perambulatory pump. It would be so cool watching her walk around and inflate any decorations the customer had cared to lay out, putting them neatly in place before moving on to the next. I would pocket the cash and pay her in sex – she could earn unlimited fucks that way if she wasn’t getting it already. I’d started imagining how I’d dress her for the job - maybe like something a bellhop would wear, in fern green with lots of brass buttons and matching trouser stripes – when she finished the final red balloon and let it fall onto my chest.
“All done with these”, Kriss teased, “but I don’t think I’m done blowing.”
She gently pushed my thighs apart and went back down, leaving me with nothing to hold but her captured breath. Then she began to lick, suck - and yes, blow – on my most sensitive parts, building the pressure inside me as well. I squeezed a balloon hard with each arm, the tight rubber pressing against my body increasing the absolute thrill and their creaking protests adding to the tension. Kriss kept lapping away in a frenzy as my legs started twitching and trashing about and a sudden involuntary jerk made the left balloon explode against my skin. I picked up another without hesitation and hugged it just as closely, not giving a damn what might happen to it. Amazingly it lasted longer than I did and my coming was louder than its predecessor had been. My mate waited patiently for me to catch my breath, but as she said nothing I had to prompt her.
“And what did she do then?”
I got a smile and a shrug. “Not much, just let me take her.”
That deserved a grin in return. “Sounds like my cue.”
I threw Kriss onto her knees and put all the loons that would fit under her. Then I got out a handy strapon so I could doggy her mercilessly over the blown-up spheres. She gasped and groaned and shrieked as I plowed her as hard as I could, hard enough to make the balloons she was bouncing on burst. She reached out for new ones to replace their popped brethren and I leaned forward to hug her close, adding my weight to hers and exploding all the inflated latex below almost at once. Kriss gave such a sexy yell I became desperate to finish her too and picked up the pace, thrusting and thrusting until I heard the best noise in all the world.
I rolled off to let her recover, but it wasn’t long until she spoke as casually and off-handed as if I had just entered the room.
“So what did you and Lex do?”
I got out the required things and showed her - with as much accuracy as I could. Except Kriss came while I was still blowing up the balloon and so she got double value from the exercise. Didn’t mind that at all, especially since she popped even more intensely when I blew her. I would have licked her for a triple if I hadn’t been so intent on copying Lexi’s act.
I told her what would go next but she went a bit off-script and flipped me over to repeat the pounding I had given her. There were enough balloons left to prop me up when she started, but none at all when we were done. They’d been a worthy sacrifice for that pleasure.
I lay back and let relaxation wash over me. “If that’s what she did I take it you were satisfied with her audition.”
Kriss chuckled. “Oh hell yes. Think the couch gonna need cleaning.”
So would the bed, but one night of sleeping among rubber pieces wouldn’t kill us. It never had before at least.
“But acting aside - if you’re gonna be directing again, maybe you’d better practice a bit on me?”
Well, since she asked I told her the first thing that came to mind. “Fuck me again, but face to face this time.”
Her obedient leer was just what I’d expected. “I think I know how to do that.”
And wow, does she ever.
***
If you feel Kriss and Lex get sidelined from here on, don’t worry. We kept doing stuff like this and so much more all through that period – just not in relation to what I’m about to tell. You can safely insert lots of playing with them pretty much anywhere you might imagine.
I’m lucky that way.
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