Re: ON THE AIR with Kimber - a Blowgirls serial
Kim’s prize presentation didn’t go unnoticed. Naturally, there were plenty of people willing to compete on such a show and to my surprise the star herself loved the idea.
“We could make it a lottery and mail the loon to the winner!”
I wasn’t convinced. “The actual one, saliva and all?”
“I won’t spit.”
“Good girl. But you know what I mean.”
“Doesn’t matter to me. For all I know someone might have sneaked cups or cans I’ve used.”
Disturbing thought but a fair point. “It’s your show. Or ours, since I suppose you want me to host.”
“Yesplease.”
We agreed it would be members-only and exclude overseas postage, limiting the raffle a bit. It would be good for viewer morale, and also give us an idea of how invested our customers were. So I sat down to prepare a form with the aforementioned caveats, to be filled out by whoever wanted to participate. They would have quite some time to sign up, since we had other things to do first. Like visiting the costume shop to get the Captain Marvel outfit we’d been eyeing. Having watched the movie together we were more prepared than usual, and while the heroine could have been less dour I’d enjoyed the retro vibe and the cat. I felt writing the script would be less of a chore than usual.
Ha ha. This was the first time I actually gave up on a character. First off, the woman in the film was for the longest time ‘Ms. Marvel’ - a female counterpart of the original Captain, who was a man. Or at least a male human-looking alien, whatever. Second, Mar-Vell (his actual name, I kid you not) died in a 1982 story and if the Carol Danvers I knew from the screen had taken over then I might actually have given it a shot. But that took another thirty years during which about five other people bore the title, so you can see why I passed.
It actually felt good being able to let something go, and it saved us the hassle of getting Kim to dress the part. I managed to work the above into a trivia show though, neatly explaining why we wouldn’t feature that particular heroine. Maybe Scarlet Witch would prove more manageable, but I had my doubts.
Anyways, as a consolation I let Kim decorate the studio for a change, and she blew up a wide assortment of balloons before spending a while thoughtfully arranging selected specimens on the wall and unceremoniously popping the leftovers in anticipation of the shoot. The actual show was routine and afterwards she burst the chosen ones as well, putting her nails to good use and making at least a segment of the viewers happy.
Then it was my turn to make her happy as per the recent arrangement. And she in turn made me happy after our little snooze.
“I think we’ve found a format”, I said. “I really like winding down like this.”
“I like it too”, Kim sighed. “Especially the part where you come.”
“It was good”, I agreed, which didn’t quite cover it. Not only did an orgasm after all that cap things off nicely - it felt earned, which added another dimension to something already awesome. And after sharing an extra smooch or two I felt just about done for the moment.
“I love you so much, Kimmilly. This is what I call teamwork.”
“And this is what I call seconds.”
Well, maybe not all done.
Then my birthday arrived with the same inevitability as every year. But this time I was actually looking forward to it. There was the usual stuff - coffee and cake, balloons, presents - and while they were all lovely in their own right I couldn’t help feeling there was something missing. I even felt a twinge of disappointment as I opened a particularly promising package and discovered it was more of a gift for the show than me personally. My wife had thoughtfully purchased a huge inflatable kangaroo, since Australia Day was coming up and all. While colorful, the pink marsupial was more of a white elephant since it meant more scripting for me and wasn’t exactly what I’d wanted. Still, I showed the appropriate gratitude and kept any hints of sulking to myself. It was unbecoming, but I couldn’t deny the feeling was there.
That is, until Kriss took me aside after lunch.
“I’ve got something special for you, Chellie…”
“Another blowjob?” I was still a bit miffed about the roo.
“You could call it that, I guess.”
She brought out a fresh parcel and my heart skipped a beat with sudden hope. I didn’t even try to hide my anticipation as I snatched it from her. It had been quite a few years since I’d torn wrapping away with such glee and since Kriss knows me so well the contents were exactly what I’d expected.
There, straight from the supplier, was the inflatable dragon I’d been curious about ever since I saw the product picture. Tightly compressed, of course, but that was something that could and would be remedied.
“Sorry to keep you waiting but I thought you might want to check it out in private.”
That was a nice touch. I wouldn’t have minded Lex and Kim around but I had a feeling this would be even better in a more intimate setting.
Shaking the glossy material out of the box I tipped it out on the floor, the scent of new PVC hot in my nostrils. I straightened the white and black heap as best I could, spreading it as wide as possible. It was immense, and the numerous valves seemed haphazardly placed until I’d managed to arrange it in a way that suggested a steamrolling accident. The victim clearly needed urgent treatment - some tender loving air. Lots and lots of air.
I turned to my wife. “Thanks so much. So happy to finally meet her…”
Kriss smiled and made for the door. “I’ll leave you to get acquainted - but I won’t be far.”
She blew me a conspiratorial kiss and disappeared. I was happy for the privacy, because I was far more elated and giddier than I wanted to admit.
I looked the deflated vinyl over again and again, lifting a part here and one there while wondering where to start. Finally I decided on a plan, located the valve on the nearest leg and began to blow it up. The noise of the air going in set my heart racing - it was impatient work and I couldn’t wait to be done. The thick, oversized drumstick with the cloven foot quickly filled up with my breath and as soon as it was properly inflated I started on the other one. I fingered the gap between the toes, wondering if anyone had ever rubbed their privates against it. On different dragons, of course.
One by one I blew up the arms and with a full set of limbs lying on the floor it was time to start on the body. I raised the tail until the nozzle was right in front of me, opened it and put it between my lips. I knew I was about to cross a line but didn’t care - I couldn’t stop until I’d turned the sad, flattened plastic folds into the creation I’d first seen online all those months ago. Now its deflated form was in my own two hands and it was my job to inflate it - and keep inflating until it had taken on the wonderfully swollen shape the makers intended. As the only thing in the room capable of transporting the air around me into the enormous toy it was frankly my duty.
To that end I began to blow with all my might, growing more restless by the minute as my breath failed to fill the dragon at once. The white and black shroud rose ponderously but all too slowly with my efforts and I don’t think even Kriss could have made a better job - my eagerness made sure of that. I huffed and I puffed as fast and deep as I possibly could and was rewarded with the sight of a head filling out behind the rising tummy. It was almost begging to be blown up completely and I did my damndest to comply, emptying my lungs through the valve again and again.
After what felt like an eternity the torso had taken in enough air to be pleasantly plump, while the tail I was holding had distinct volume and the neck began to lift from the floor. That combination sent me into a near-frenzy to finish and the loud, rhythmic whooshing pumped through my ears as the dragon was pumped up with my breaths. I felt like a poor substitute for a compressor for taking so long but on the other hand it just wouldn’t do to fill this beautiful creature in any other way than by mouth. Finally, finally the pressure grew strong enough to resist any attempts to add more air and the once-flat monstrosity had begun to really look the part. I plugged the nozzle and wiped my brow, marveling at the accomplishment.
The dragon’s size was impressive, even imposing, and it had actual character as well. I’d blown so much and so hard I was absolutely panting, but my patient looked so grateful it had been worth every puff. Its coy eyes appeared to be asking for more, as if knowing it wasn’t quite ready. (Now I see it written down, to call the thing ’it’ seems demeaning when it was so clearly female and I’ll stick to that from here.)
I went behind her neck and located the valve on her drooping crest, blowing it too full of air while feeling quite a bit like a hair stylist. The puffy ’do was lovely atop the horned head and would have completed the look if not for two final details. The dragon’s deflated tits were hanging limply from her chest and that was frankly unacceptable. With trembling fingers I managed to unplug the closest one and without wasting time put my lungs to good use filling it up. It grew round and taut like a smooth, strong beachball as I made sure it got as much air it could safely hold. I wanted to blow it even bigger but eventually plugged it up when it was clear it wouldn’t expand any more. With some reluctance I moved on, and having inflated its twin to a similar size and tightness I stood back to admire my handiwork.
It was by far the best dragon I’d seen, beyond both Poof and Blowser, and far, far prettier. Her expression was outright alluring - the piercing blue eyes, the thin, yellow lines separating the monochromes and the pink areolas just enough to add a tasteful dash of color. The airy tufts on her cheeks added something even if I couldn’t quite say what, but the devilish touch the four curvy horns provided made me feel wicked all over. And the bent arms offering up the balloony bosom were beyond inviting, though I might still have had doubts about what I was about to do if not for the wry smile that told me she would be disappointed if I didn’t get on to get off.
So I climbed on top of the bulging belly with just enough give to tell me it wouldn’t pop from the pressure and sank forward to rest my head between the blown-up boobs. My arms dropped down between the dragon’s arms and body, embraced the torso and found a connection. It felt incredible. Forget Barbie - this was a cuddle companion for the ages, one I could probably fall asleep holding that way if I wasn’t so needy. Because even after all that work nothing could be further from my mind than rest. I let my crotch slide down against the base of the tail and whined out loud with the sensation. The tip curving up over my back made it feel like the dragon was trying to assist and I grasped its tits for support. Then I began to thrust, first a slow tryout followed almost at once by moves I’d hesitate to call desperate, even if they might have been. My new friend was so bouncy it made my head spin and the material responded just right to make my privates throb and burn from the touch of soft, sturdy vinyl. I felt like I was just about ready to explode myself and forced my hips down with wild abandon, hoping that both me and the toy would hold up. I was shivering and vibrating all over with pent-up tension and hardly dared open my eyes in case I’d ruin it all by reminding myself of what I was doing. But my lids slid apart to reveal the dragon gazing lovingly at me from behind her bulging breasts and body made for pleasure and pleasure alone, scattering any misgivings. The protrusions on her brow sent the word ’horny’ through my head, reinforcing that very feeling, and then I came. I couldn't have helped it if I’d tried - which I didn’t. It was one of those wonderful, slow orgasms that seem to go on forever, and so did my moans. The squeaking and creaking made the inflatable join in until everything subsided into blissful silence.
As I finally sank into total relaxation I thought it a shame there hadn’t been a phallus to inflate along with the rest, but if it had meant missing out on the boobs I’d gladly settle for a strap-on. Next time. Because even if I could have taken some more I didn’t want to devalue the experience I’d just had.
I wondered if there was a version with a strategically placed hole and in that case how many guys had blown up their dragon before blowing their load into it. I hoped everyone that could, would.
Having heard the conclusion of the ride Kriss carefully entered to check on me.
“How was it?”
I was barely able to reply. ””Amazing. Oh Kriss, thanks so much. I love her.”
“That good, huh?” She strolled over and put a hand on the dragon’s head. “Have you thought of a name for her?”
I actually had. “Yes. Deedee.”
Kriss raised no objections, not even an eyebrow. “Any particular reason?”
I patted the plastic boobs. “These are at least double DD’s and we already have a Dodo.”
“I like it.” She took the dragon’s head between her hands and pressed her forehead against it. “Hey, Deedee.”
“I think she likes you.” I tried to make my grin as lecherous as I could. “In fact, I think she wants to make you come.”
I slipped off and walked around my mate, pulling at her waistline to drop a hint and her pants. She began to help and as she got busy I left the clothing to her. Instead I nuzzled her shoulders, kissed her neck, blew in her ear. By the time she’d bared herself completely she was breathing as heavily as I had before my session with Deedee. She showed no hesitation as she went on and proceeded to put my pet through the paces. Not content with staying in one place she moved around, planting her ass between the boobs and the belly until she got curious about the tail she’d been pulling on and took up my chosen spot. She grabbed the nearest horns and stroked them while bouncing up and down before moving on to new positions. She even straddled a leg and I took mental notes of every exercise for private experimentation while enjoying the hell out of the show. Watching Kriss work the dragon was fantastic and her expression spoke volumes about her experience. She seemed to be in some world of her own and it had to be a very nice place indeed. I dearly wanted to join her wherever she was, but I could tell she’d be returning at any moment. She wound her legs around a big, bulbous breast and that punched the ticket. With a yowl Kriss climaxed and half fell, half slid back against the thick tail and managed to land a foot on the floor to keep from toppling down. She still made a controlled descent and I went to help her up. We stood holding each other tight for the longest time before I asked her opinion.
“Anything you blow up is incredibly fuckable…” She looked the dragon over. “But Deedee’s exceptional”, she conceded.
“Tell me how it felt.”
“Her belly’s like the strongest balloon in the world. And full of your air. Could sit on it for ages. Bet it’d make a real good easy chair.”
“Wasn’t easy to inflate.”
“Still.”
She climbed back up and tried getting into a seated position, which proved tricky enough to make it an uneasy chair. While she managed to prop herself up against the tail it wasn’t something I thought would be comfy for a prolonged time. But what do I know? I hadn’t exactly tried that.
Kriss gave up. “All right, maybe better as a recliner.”
That I could get behind, but right then I went behind my lover instead, wrapping my arms closely around her.
“Thanks again, Kissie. Seat or not she’s wonderful.”
“You’re so welcome. Can I watch the next time you blow her up?”
I was taken aback. “Next time? Deedee stays inflated, period.”
“Okay. But it will be nice seeing you top her up. And top her”, she grinned.
“Speaking of that, mind if I practice on you?”
“Thought you’d never ask. Right now?”
“Right. Now.”
Now had become later when we left the room, thoroughly done for the moment. The gals were naturally curious about my gift so I let them have a look and they were duly impressed. I said they could have a go if they were careful and Lexi said she wouldn’t mind, thinking a dragon friend would be a nice thing for a princess to have. Kim of course wanted to see how Deedee held up to Blowser and so we left them to that after snapping a pic of the newest family member. I had the idea of sharing it with the rest of the Angels but decided against it. Carrie's response would be easy to anticipate - ’WANT!!!’ - but the rest might be more amused than awestruck. Maybe with one clear exception. So I resolved to let our friends down south have a look. Even if they were a bit busy I thought it couldn’t hurt to let them see my new toy.
Deedee got rave reviews at dinner although she was kind of forgotten about for the rest of the evening. We were busy with other things. But the next day there was a reply to my photo message.
’Help!’ Mandy wrote. ’Lizzie says she’s gonna pop with envy if you don’t tell us where to get one! Right away!’
I was grinning as I typed back.’Sure you got time for that?’
’Some things you have to make time for, baby or not!
’
Probably a wise sentiment. So I asked Kriss for the link and forwarded it. Grownups need to play too.
Just to prove the point I’ll tell you what happened that very afternoon. My phone alerted me to another message, one that instructed me to check my laptop. As I lifted the lid I found a printout of Deedee’s portrait with the hand-written caption ’WANTED’ in the thick margin above it - and below the pic, ’DEAD OR ALIVE’.
That was ominous enough to set me off at a brisk pace towards the site of the last known sighting. I flung the door open and found Kim standing naked next to the dragon.
“Dress the part!” she said sotto voce, indicating the pile where she’d dropped her own clothes. I stripped, and in that moment something magic happened. Without anything on I suddenly saw myself as a maiden in white and Kim as a bounty huntress in studded leather. Yeah, yeah, I know it was all in my head, but play along.
The voice was real, though, and somehow threatening. “So this is the beast that’s been menacing the countryside.”
I gasped as I caught on. “Don’t! She isn’t dangerous!”
“Ha!” Kim sneered. “She’s a threat to all the good people in the land. Only thing to do is put her down.”
Her hand went out and very demonstratively pulled the plug. There was a whoosh that descended into steady hissing and to my surprise I couldn’t help calling out.
”Noo! Deedee!”
But it was too late. Feeling like an idiot for a moment I rushed Kim and wrestled her to the floor as the dragon kept deflating beside us. This wasn’t a gentle tussle but me defending my animal companion’s honor, and Kimmy fought back with equal fervor.
Intense at it was, there was no anger or malice between us - but some things had to be put right. I finally managed to catch the blonde in a headlock and pulled her along, forcing her mouth against the valve. My voice was more a snarl than a whisper.
“Blow. Her. Back. Up.”
When she made no move to obey I grabbed the wheezing nozzle myself and thrust it between her lips,
“Now blow. Blow her all the way back up.”
I pinched her nose to make sure the next exhale would go where I wanted it, only letting up to allow another intake. Kim got the hint and started to puff on her own accord, reversing the airflow and putting Deedee on the road to recovery. Just in case she’d get any ideas I held my opponent firmly in place as she paid penance for her transgression, ogling the scene thoroughly while I did. It was an incredible sight - my Kimmy blowing up my dragon because I told her to, inflating and deflating her own naked body with every breath as she made every effort to rectify the misdeed. Her heat and scent warmed me all over and the work she put in turned me on beyond belief. I shifted my grip to fully embrace her pulsating torso.
“I wanna fuck you so bad but you have to finish first…”
The only reply was a magnificent whoosh as Kim picked up the pace, followed by another and yet another. It made me so hot I briefly wished I’d had a cock so I could take her right then and there, but I would only have jizzed inside her at once and been done far, far too early. Instead I rubbed against her ass until I could hardly stand it, then jammed four fingers into her pussy in lieu of the shaft I was lacking. She was so wet it was no trouble at all and soon I could hear the brief whizz of a valve left open for the moment it would take to plug it. Deedee was back in working order and I guided Kim onto her, climbing on top while hoping the blonde hadn’t overdone it. But the dragon held up and though Kimmy did her best to accommodate me I have no idea how I managed to boink her in that position. All I know is that I came against her thigh before sliding off and crouching down to finish her with my fingers while sucking her clit thoroughly.
A few spasms and groans left Kim slumped like a wet rag over the inflatable, her tresses flowing around the breasts her head rested between. I rose to admonish her.
“That squares you with me, but you and Deedee really should fuck and make up.”
Kim rallied magnificently, getting to her feet and hugging the dragon’s head. She pressed her palm against different spots of the bulging body, making sure the pressure felt right and generally fussing over the plump form.
Having finished the inspection she licked Deedee’s mouth, the closest she could get to a deep kiss.
“Sorry I let you down.”
Then she went back on top, this time facing downwards and forwards. She kissed both of the breasts before getting into position for a proper hump. And delivered one. It sort of defied description - Lexi had come close with Goldy but I’d never quite seen anybody make love to an inflatable animal that tenderly. Every shallow thrust was slow and deliberate and Deedee’s taut skin made Kim’s hips rebound to the starting position for another go. She whispered sweet things in the most adorable voice and I knew I couldn’t let them go unanswered. So I went up and assumed Deedee’s role, nodding her head in response and making small whines I hoped would pass for draconic delight. Kimmy played along, telling how good it felt and how much she hoped Dee was enjoying it too. I did my best to show she liked it a whole lot, building up to a make-believe orgasm I couldn’t have imagined faking only days before. I’ve no idea what a dragon in the throes of passion would sound like, so the noises I made were very much like my own. And since Kim’s signature sounds of satisfaction followed not far behind they couldn’t have been all bad.
Back on her feet the blonde gave Deedee’s tail a thorough fondle.
“Damn, Cherry, Pawtrick’s fun and all but this is something else.”
“Mmm-hmm. Think it would be even better with a strapon?”
Kim said fuck yeah and noted she’d seen ones molded to look reptilian, but I demurred.
“I want a plain, smooth one - one that looks inflated like her.”
Indeed, if there was one thing Deedee could be said to appear it was ’inflated’. So much in fact I felt an urge to blow into her and opened the valve to add a couple of generous puffs on general principle. Too bad Krissie wasn’t watching but I could see it becoming a habit.
“Maybe one with two tips”, my lover ventured. “Who’s to say dragons aren’t built like that?”
“Or battery powered”, I mused, then caught myself. “We’re a pair of perverts, aren’t we?”
“Total kinksters”, Kim agreed. “And I wouldn’t change if I could.”
My ultimate fuckbuddy and my ultimate fucktoy. Things couldn’t get much better.
And then Kriss entered and proved me wrong. She was wearing nothing but a black satin robe and a smile.
“I lost at rock paper scissors so Lexi sent me to invite you to a foursome.”
“Your lucky day”, I grinned. “You get to trudge all the way back and bring her here for a fivesome.”
Whaddya know, dragons are immortal. I know that since Deedee had no trouble surviving all we put her through. And while blowjobs are great, she was without a doubt the best birthday present I got that year.
Or maybe ever, come to think of it.
EPISODE 62
Kim’s prize presentation didn’t go unnoticed. Naturally, there were plenty of people willing to compete on such a show and to my surprise the star herself loved the idea.
“We could make it a lottery and mail the loon to the winner!”
I wasn’t convinced. “The actual one, saliva and all?”
“I won’t spit.”
“Good girl. But you know what I mean.”
“Doesn’t matter to me. For all I know someone might have sneaked cups or cans I’ve used.”
Disturbing thought but a fair point. “It’s your show. Or ours, since I suppose you want me to host.”
“Yesplease.”
We agreed it would be members-only and exclude overseas postage, limiting the raffle a bit. It would be good for viewer morale, and also give us an idea of how invested our customers were. So I sat down to prepare a form with the aforementioned caveats, to be filled out by whoever wanted to participate. They would have quite some time to sign up, since we had other things to do first. Like visiting the costume shop to get the Captain Marvel outfit we’d been eyeing. Having watched the movie together we were more prepared than usual, and while the heroine could have been less dour I’d enjoyed the retro vibe and the cat. I felt writing the script would be less of a chore than usual.
Ha ha. This was the first time I actually gave up on a character. First off, the woman in the film was for the longest time ‘Ms. Marvel’ - a female counterpart of the original Captain, who was a man. Or at least a male human-looking alien, whatever. Second, Mar-Vell (his actual name, I kid you not) died in a 1982 story and if the Carol Danvers I knew from the screen had taken over then I might actually have given it a shot. But that took another thirty years during which about five other people bore the title, so you can see why I passed.
It actually felt good being able to let something go, and it saved us the hassle of getting Kim to dress the part. I managed to work the above into a trivia show though, neatly explaining why we wouldn’t feature that particular heroine. Maybe Scarlet Witch would prove more manageable, but I had my doubts.
Anyways, as a consolation I let Kim decorate the studio for a change, and she blew up a wide assortment of balloons before spending a while thoughtfully arranging selected specimens on the wall and unceremoniously popping the leftovers in anticipation of the shoot. The actual show was routine and afterwards she burst the chosen ones as well, putting her nails to good use and making at least a segment of the viewers happy.
Then it was my turn to make her happy as per the recent arrangement. And she in turn made me happy after our little snooze.
“I think we’ve found a format”, I said. “I really like winding down like this.”
“I like it too”, Kim sighed. “Especially the part where you come.”
“It was good”, I agreed, which didn’t quite cover it. Not only did an orgasm after all that cap things off nicely - it felt earned, which added another dimension to something already awesome. And after sharing an extra smooch or two I felt just about done for the moment.
“I love you so much, Kimmilly. This is what I call teamwork.”
“And this is what I call seconds.”
Well, maybe not all done.
Then my birthday arrived with the same inevitability as every year. But this time I was actually looking forward to it. There was the usual stuff - coffee and cake, balloons, presents - and while they were all lovely in their own right I couldn’t help feeling there was something missing. I even felt a twinge of disappointment as I opened a particularly promising package and discovered it was more of a gift for the show than me personally. My wife had thoughtfully purchased a huge inflatable kangaroo, since Australia Day was coming up and all. While colorful, the pink marsupial was more of a white elephant since it meant more scripting for me and wasn’t exactly what I’d wanted. Still, I showed the appropriate gratitude and kept any hints of sulking to myself. It was unbecoming, but I couldn’t deny the feeling was there.
That is, until Kriss took me aside after lunch.
“I’ve got something special for you, Chellie…”
“Another blowjob?” I was still a bit miffed about the roo.
“You could call it that, I guess.”
She brought out a fresh parcel and my heart skipped a beat with sudden hope. I didn’t even try to hide my anticipation as I snatched it from her. It had been quite a few years since I’d torn wrapping away with such glee and since Kriss knows me so well the contents were exactly what I’d expected.
There, straight from the supplier, was the inflatable dragon I’d been curious about ever since I saw the product picture. Tightly compressed, of course, but that was something that could and would be remedied.
“Sorry to keep you waiting but I thought you might want to check it out in private.”
That was a nice touch. I wouldn’t have minded Lex and Kim around but I had a feeling this would be even better in a more intimate setting.
Shaking the glossy material out of the box I tipped it out on the floor, the scent of new PVC hot in my nostrils. I straightened the white and black heap as best I could, spreading it as wide as possible. It was immense, and the numerous valves seemed haphazardly placed until I’d managed to arrange it in a way that suggested a steamrolling accident. The victim clearly needed urgent treatment - some tender loving air. Lots and lots of air.
I turned to my wife. “Thanks so much. So happy to finally meet her…”
Kriss smiled and made for the door. “I’ll leave you to get acquainted - but I won’t be far.”
She blew me a conspiratorial kiss and disappeared. I was happy for the privacy, because I was far more elated and giddier than I wanted to admit.
I looked the deflated vinyl over again and again, lifting a part here and one there while wondering where to start. Finally I decided on a plan, located the valve on the nearest leg and began to blow it up. The noise of the air going in set my heart racing - it was impatient work and I couldn’t wait to be done. The thick, oversized drumstick with the cloven foot quickly filled up with my breath and as soon as it was properly inflated I started on the other one. I fingered the gap between the toes, wondering if anyone had ever rubbed their privates against it. On different dragons, of course.
One by one I blew up the arms and with a full set of limbs lying on the floor it was time to start on the body. I raised the tail until the nozzle was right in front of me, opened it and put it between my lips. I knew I was about to cross a line but didn’t care - I couldn’t stop until I’d turned the sad, flattened plastic folds into the creation I’d first seen online all those months ago. Now its deflated form was in my own two hands and it was my job to inflate it - and keep inflating until it had taken on the wonderfully swollen shape the makers intended. As the only thing in the room capable of transporting the air around me into the enormous toy it was frankly my duty.
To that end I began to blow with all my might, growing more restless by the minute as my breath failed to fill the dragon at once. The white and black shroud rose ponderously but all too slowly with my efforts and I don’t think even Kriss could have made a better job - my eagerness made sure of that. I huffed and I puffed as fast and deep as I possibly could and was rewarded with the sight of a head filling out behind the rising tummy. It was almost begging to be blown up completely and I did my damndest to comply, emptying my lungs through the valve again and again.
After what felt like an eternity the torso had taken in enough air to be pleasantly plump, while the tail I was holding had distinct volume and the neck began to lift from the floor. That combination sent me into a near-frenzy to finish and the loud, rhythmic whooshing pumped through my ears as the dragon was pumped up with my breaths. I felt like a poor substitute for a compressor for taking so long but on the other hand it just wouldn’t do to fill this beautiful creature in any other way than by mouth. Finally, finally the pressure grew strong enough to resist any attempts to add more air and the once-flat monstrosity had begun to really look the part. I plugged the nozzle and wiped my brow, marveling at the accomplishment.
The dragon’s size was impressive, even imposing, and it had actual character as well. I’d blown so much and so hard I was absolutely panting, but my patient looked so grateful it had been worth every puff. Its coy eyes appeared to be asking for more, as if knowing it wasn’t quite ready. (Now I see it written down, to call the thing ’it’ seems demeaning when it was so clearly female and I’ll stick to that from here.)
I went behind her neck and located the valve on her drooping crest, blowing it too full of air while feeling quite a bit like a hair stylist. The puffy ’do was lovely atop the horned head and would have completed the look if not for two final details. The dragon’s deflated tits were hanging limply from her chest and that was frankly unacceptable. With trembling fingers I managed to unplug the closest one and without wasting time put my lungs to good use filling it up. It grew round and taut like a smooth, strong beachball as I made sure it got as much air it could safely hold. I wanted to blow it even bigger but eventually plugged it up when it was clear it wouldn’t expand any more. With some reluctance I moved on, and having inflated its twin to a similar size and tightness I stood back to admire my handiwork.
It was by far the best dragon I’d seen, beyond both Poof and Blowser, and far, far prettier. Her expression was outright alluring - the piercing blue eyes, the thin, yellow lines separating the monochromes and the pink areolas just enough to add a tasteful dash of color. The airy tufts on her cheeks added something even if I couldn’t quite say what, but the devilish touch the four curvy horns provided made me feel wicked all over. And the bent arms offering up the balloony bosom were beyond inviting, though I might still have had doubts about what I was about to do if not for the wry smile that told me she would be disappointed if I didn’t get on to get off.
So I climbed on top of the bulging belly with just enough give to tell me it wouldn’t pop from the pressure and sank forward to rest my head between the blown-up boobs. My arms dropped down between the dragon’s arms and body, embraced the torso and found a connection. It felt incredible. Forget Barbie - this was a cuddle companion for the ages, one I could probably fall asleep holding that way if I wasn’t so needy. Because even after all that work nothing could be further from my mind than rest. I let my crotch slide down against the base of the tail and whined out loud with the sensation. The tip curving up over my back made it feel like the dragon was trying to assist and I grasped its tits for support. Then I began to thrust, first a slow tryout followed almost at once by moves I’d hesitate to call desperate, even if they might have been. My new friend was so bouncy it made my head spin and the material responded just right to make my privates throb and burn from the touch of soft, sturdy vinyl. I felt like I was just about ready to explode myself and forced my hips down with wild abandon, hoping that both me and the toy would hold up. I was shivering and vibrating all over with pent-up tension and hardly dared open my eyes in case I’d ruin it all by reminding myself of what I was doing. But my lids slid apart to reveal the dragon gazing lovingly at me from behind her bulging breasts and body made for pleasure and pleasure alone, scattering any misgivings. The protrusions on her brow sent the word ’horny’ through my head, reinforcing that very feeling, and then I came. I couldn't have helped it if I’d tried - which I didn’t. It was one of those wonderful, slow orgasms that seem to go on forever, and so did my moans. The squeaking and creaking made the inflatable join in until everything subsided into blissful silence.
As I finally sank into total relaxation I thought it a shame there hadn’t been a phallus to inflate along with the rest, but if it had meant missing out on the boobs I’d gladly settle for a strap-on. Next time. Because even if I could have taken some more I didn’t want to devalue the experience I’d just had.
I wondered if there was a version with a strategically placed hole and in that case how many guys had blown up their dragon before blowing their load into it. I hoped everyone that could, would.
Having heard the conclusion of the ride Kriss carefully entered to check on me.
“How was it?”
I was barely able to reply. ””Amazing. Oh Kriss, thanks so much. I love her.”
“That good, huh?” She strolled over and put a hand on the dragon’s head. “Have you thought of a name for her?”
I actually had. “Yes. Deedee.”
Kriss raised no objections, not even an eyebrow. “Any particular reason?”
I patted the plastic boobs. “These are at least double DD’s and we already have a Dodo.”
“I like it.” She took the dragon’s head between her hands and pressed her forehead against it. “Hey, Deedee.”
“I think she likes you.” I tried to make my grin as lecherous as I could. “In fact, I think she wants to make you come.”
I slipped off and walked around my mate, pulling at her waistline to drop a hint and her pants. She began to help and as she got busy I left the clothing to her. Instead I nuzzled her shoulders, kissed her neck, blew in her ear. By the time she’d bared herself completely she was breathing as heavily as I had before my session with Deedee. She showed no hesitation as she went on and proceeded to put my pet through the paces. Not content with staying in one place she moved around, planting her ass between the boobs and the belly until she got curious about the tail she’d been pulling on and took up my chosen spot. She grabbed the nearest horns and stroked them while bouncing up and down before moving on to new positions. She even straddled a leg and I took mental notes of every exercise for private experimentation while enjoying the hell out of the show. Watching Kriss work the dragon was fantastic and her expression spoke volumes about her experience. She seemed to be in some world of her own and it had to be a very nice place indeed. I dearly wanted to join her wherever she was, but I could tell she’d be returning at any moment. She wound her legs around a big, bulbous breast and that punched the ticket. With a yowl Kriss climaxed and half fell, half slid back against the thick tail and managed to land a foot on the floor to keep from toppling down. She still made a controlled descent and I went to help her up. We stood holding each other tight for the longest time before I asked her opinion.
“Anything you blow up is incredibly fuckable…” She looked the dragon over. “But Deedee’s exceptional”, she conceded.
“Tell me how it felt.”
“Her belly’s like the strongest balloon in the world. And full of your air. Could sit on it for ages. Bet it’d make a real good easy chair.”
“Wasn’t easy to inflate.”
“Still.”
She climbed back up and tried getting into a seated position, which proved tricky enough to make it an uneasy chair. While she managed to prop herself up against the tail it wasn’t something I thought would be comfy for a prolonged time. But what do I know? I hadn’t exactly tried that.
Kriss gave up. “All right, maybe better as a recliner.”
That I could get behind, but right then I went behind my lover instead, wrapping my arms closely around her.
“Thanks again, Kissie. Seat or not she’s wonderful.”
“You’re so welcome. Can I watch the next time you blow her up?”
I was taken aback. “Next time? Deedee stays inflated, period.”
“Okay. But it will be nice seeing you top her up. And top her”, she grinned.
“Speaking of that, mind if I practice on you?”
“Thought you’d never ask. Right now?”
“Right. Now.”
Now had become later when we left the room, thoroughly done for the moment. The gals were naturally curious about my gift so I let them have a look and they were duly impressed. I said they could have a go if they were careful and Lexi said she wouldn’t mind, thinking a dragon friend would be a nice thing for a princess to have. Kim of course wanted to see how Deedee held up to Blowser and so we left them to that after snapping a pic of the newest family member. I had the idea of sharing it with the rest of the Angels but decided against it. Carrie's response would be easy to anticipate - ’WANT!!!’ - but the rest might be more amused than awestruck. Maybe with one clear exception. So I resolved to let our friends down south have a look. Even if they were a bit busy I thought it couldn’t hurt to let them see my new toy.
Deedee got rave reviews at dinner although she was kind of forgotten about for the rest of the evening. We were busy with other things. But the next day there was a reply to my photo message.
’Help!’ Mandy wrote. ’Lizzie says she’s gonna pop with envy if you don’t tell us where to get one! Right away!’
I was grinning as I typed back.’Sure you got time for that?’
’Some things you have to make time for, baby or not!
’Probably a wise sentiment. So I asked Kriss for the link and forwarded it. Grownups need to play too.
Just to prove the point I’ll tell you what happened that very afternoon. My phone alerted me to another message, one that instructed me to check my laptop. As I lifted the lid I found a printout of Deedee’s portrait with the hand-written caption ’WANTED’ in the thick margin above it - and below the pic, ’DEAD OR ALIVE’.
That was ominous enough to set me off at a brisk pace towards the site of the last known sighting. I flung the door open and found Kim standing naked next to the dragon.
“Dress the part!” she said sotto voce, indicating the pile where she’d dropped her own clothes. I stripped, and in that moment something magic happened. Without anything on I suddenly saw myself as a maiden in white and Kim as a bounty huntress in studded leather. Yeah, yeah, I know it was all in my head, but play along.
The voice was real, though, and somehow threatening. “So this is the beast that’s been menacing the countryside.”
I gasped as I caught on. “Don’t! She isn’t dangerous!”
“Ha!” Kim sneered. “She’s a threat to all the good people in the land. Only thing to do is put her down.”
Her hand went out and very demonstratively pulled the plug. There was a whoosh that descended into steady hissing and to my surprise I couldn’t help calling out.
”Noo! Deedee!”
But it was too late. Feeling like an idiot for a moment I rushed Kim and wrestled her to the floor as the dragon kept deflating beside us. This wasn’t a gentle tussle but me defending my animal companion’s honor, and Kimmy fought back with equal fervor.
Intense at it was, there was no anger or malice between us - but some things had to be put right. I finally managed to catch the blonde in a headlock and pulled her along, forcing her mouth against the valve. My voice was more a snarl than a whisper.
“Blow. Her. Back. Up.”
When she made no move to obey I grabbed the wheezing nozzle myself and thrust it between her lips,
“Now blow. Blow her all the way back up.”
I pinched her nose to make sure the next exhale would go where I wanted it, only letting up to allow another intake. Kim got the hint and started to puff on her own accord, reversing the airflow and putting Deedee on the road to recovery. Just in case she’d get any ideas I held my opponent firmly in place as she paid penance for her transgression, ogling the scene thoroughly while I did. It was an incredible sight - my Kimmy blowing up my dragon because I told her to, inflating and deflating her own naked body with every breath as she made every effort to rectify the misdeed. Her heat and scent warmed me all over and the work she put in turned me on beyond belief. I shifted my grip to fully embrace her pulsating torso.
“I wanna fuck you so bad but you have to finish first…”
The only reply was a magnificent whoosh as Kim picked up the pace, followed by another and yet another. It made me so hot I briefly wished I’d had a cock so I could take her right then and there, but I would only have jizzed inside her at once and been done far, far too early. Instead I rubbed against her ass until I could hardly stand it, then jammed four fingers into her pussy in lieu of the shaft I was lacking. She was so wet it was no trouble at all and soon I could hear the brief whizz of a valve left open for the moment it would take to plug it. Deedee was back in working order and I guided Kim onto her, climbing on top while hoping the blonde hadn’t overdone it. But the dragon held up and though Kimmy did her best to accommodate me I have no idea how I managed to boink her in that position. All I know is that I came against her thigh before sliding off and crouching down to finish her with my fingers while sucking her clit thoroughly.
A few spasms and groans left Kim slumped like a wet rag over the inflatable, her tresses flowing around the breasts her head rested between. I rose to admonish her.
“That squares you with me, but you and Deedee really should fuck and make up.”
Kim rallied magnificently, getting to her feet and hugging the dragon’s head. She pressed her palm against different spots of the bulging body, making sure the pressure felt right and generally fussing over the plump form.
Having finished the inspection she licked Deedee’s mouth, the closest she could get to a deep kiss.
“Sorry I let you down.”
Then she went back on top, this time facing downwards and forwards. She kissed both of the breasts before getting into position for a proper hump. And delivered one. It sort of defied description - Lexi had come close with Goldy but I’d never quite seen anybody make love to an inflatable animal that tenderly. Every shallow thrust was slow and deliberate and Deedee’s taut skin made Kim’s hips rebound to the starting position for another go. She whispered sweet things in the most adorable voice and I knew I couldn’t let them go unanswered. So I went up and assumed Deedee’s role, nodding her head in response and making small whines I hoped would pass for draconic delight. Kimmy played along, telling how good it felt and how much she hoped Dee was enjoying it too. I did my best to show she liked it a whole lot, building up to a make-believe orgasm I couldn’t have imagined faking only days before. I’ve no idea what a dragon in the throes of passion would sound like, so the noises I made were very much like my own. And since Kim’s signature sounds of satisfaction followed not far behind they couldn’t have been all bad.
Back on her feet the blonde gave Deedee’s tail a thorough fondle.
“Damn, Cherry, Pawtrick’s fun and all but this is something else.”
“Mmm-hmm. Think it would be even better with a strapon?”
Kim said fuck yeah and noted she’d seen ones molded to look reptilian, but I demurred.
“I want a plain, smooth one - one that looks inflated like her.”
Indeed, if there was one thing Deedee could be said to appear it was ’inflated’. So much in fact I felt an urge to blow into her and opened the valve to add a couple of generous puffs on general principle. Too bad Krissie wasn’t watching but I could see it becoming a habit.
“Maybe one with two tips”, my lover ventured. “Who’s to say dragons aren’t built like that?”
“Or battery powered”, I mused, then caught myself. “We’re a pair of perverts, aren’t we?”
“Total kinksters”, Kim agreed. “And I wouldn’t change if I could.”
My ultimate fuckbuddy and my ultimate fucktoy. Things couldn’t get much better.
And then Kriss entered and proved me wrong. She was wearing nothing but a black satin robe and a smile.
“I lost at rock paper scissors so Lexi sent me to invite you to a foursome.”
“Your lucky day”, I grinned. “You get to trudge all the way back and bring her here for a fivesome.”
Whaddya know, dragons are immortal. I know that since Deedee had no trouble surviving all we put her through. And while blowjobs are great, she was without a doubt the best birthday present I got that year.
Or maybe ever, come to think of it.
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