Re: ON THE AIR with Kimber - a Blowgirls serial
(Continued from the previous page, read that first)
As the episode had been meant as an exclusive for everyone there was nothing more to be filmed - and just as well, because I couldn't wait a moment longer. I grabbed Kim by her lapels and pulled her in for a kiss that only stoked my fire and I don't know how we made our way across the floor but suddenly we were back on the couch, only now with me laying on top of her and pumping away like crazy against her thigh.
"Mmm...about time, eh, boss?" she sighed.
"Long overdue" I moaned. "Wanted to fuck you since before we got here..."
"Fuck away. Fuck me hard..."
I sure was trying to but the furniture sorta got in the way. I dunno how intense Kim and Lexi's tryouts had been since the couch was sturdy enough for them, but it wasn't for us. Or rather my shoes. As a knee slipped backwards the heel rammed the armrest and with a sudden pop the firmness was gone and we sank towards the floor as the all the air wheezed out through the hole. That only made me more desperate to finish and Kim grabbed my butt to squeeze and yank and hurry things up. The backrest hadn’t fully deflated when my yells of pleasure hit the walls but by the time Kim was done, so was the couch. We rose unsteadily and surveyed the damage.
“My bad”, I admitted.
Kim poked a fingertip through the puncture. “Doesn’t look too bad. A patch and you can blow it back up.”
“I’ll wait until it’s needed.” Then I kissed her. “Yummy, yummy Kimmy. That wasn’t all, was it? Wanna make it up to you.”
She smiled and ran the same finger down my face.
"Let’s call it an appetizer. Get that body pillow - if you haven't broken it."
I hadn't and went on that little errand, finding that Kimber had restored her look by the time I returned. She set to work on mine, touching up and straightening everything as best she could. It wasn't quite as good as what Lou had managed, but better than most of my own efforts.
"Point the camera back here", Kim said from the unadorned part of the room. "Let's improvise a bit."
Curiosity got the better of me and I did as told, joining her for whatever she'd had in mind. She held up the still-inflated dakimakura and addressed her members.
"We've had two requests to buy this already, and to prove we're impartial and to show Cheryl's got more qualifications than you can imagine I'm gonna ask her to settle the matter."
She handed me the inflatable. "Burst it."
Had she said "pop" I would have reached for a sharp object, but the choice of words made it clear she meant by lung power. As if everything else about the show, setting and subject wasn't enough. A tall order, considering what it was made to withstand, but for the occasion I was willing to give it a go. And to show her she would have to try harder than that to catch me off guard.
Without a word I pulled the plug open, clamped my teeth down on the mouthpiece and blew. There was still room for another couple of breaths, but after that it got tough. It didn’t help the nozzle was so uncooperative – my lips kept slipping and the lion’s share of my air sputtered uselessly past it. Kim stuck a hand in a pocket.
"Try one of these."
She handed me one of the portable valves made for the task and I stuck it in place, informing the audience what it did.
“They’re real practical. This should do the trick.”
It wouldn’t on its own, but I was more than happy to help. Now my exhales went where they should, but it wasn’t easy making them. I felt my cheeks puff out to their very limits as I blew as hard as I ever could. I thought the sturdy vinyl was stretching out just a bit as the willowy printed figure seemed somewhat less slender, but that could just be me hallucinating from my efforts. I was actually blowing myself lightheaded and that doesn’t happen too often. If it proved too much I could technically put it down and off it the way I’d killed the couch but it felt like backing out. Besides, I thought Kimmy might like seeing me succeed as much I as I would with her in my place.
By now I was sure my face had gone red but I’d be damned if I gave up. I shot a glance at my lover, who facing away from the camera mouthed three little words:
“Burst it, baby.”
That, along with her expression being just as admiring and adoring as I’d hoped summoned some hidden reserve. Suddenly I felt like C.J. Silvers, Dino Slayer – the conqueror of Dodo and bane of all inflatable beasts. The puny girl on the pillow would be no match for her! With a mighty puff I felt the material start to give way and made a final, tremendous blow. Accompanied by a PUMM the cylinder split apart at a seam and flew open between my hands, rapidly collapsing into a thin, disfigured sheet of plastic. I let it fall to the floor as I stood there breathing heavily while Kim broke into a slow applause.
“Amazing! Well done.”
“Do I get a raise for this?”
“No, but we won’t deduct that from your salary. Ladies and gentlemen, Cheryl Silvers. Best boss I’ve ever had.”
I took a bow and that would have to be the end. Nothing I could say would live up to my recent actions.
Kim turned off the camera and came up to kiss me.
“Fucking awesome, Chellie! That was so hot you deserve a little treat.”
“I think that should be worth a big one.”
“Just wait and see. Here’s something to rest your eyes on.”
She removed her jacket and I stopped her.
“What I already see is a heck of a lot.” I fingered her tie. “You know you wear these better than anyone I’ve ever known?”
“So glad you like it”, she sighed. “Because I wanna make it my signature look.”
Well, she had said she’d always liked them, but that might be taking things a bit far. Still, Kimmy admitting to wanting something was kind of a big deal.
I hadn’t thought up any comment when the strip commenced. The white top went first followed by the skirt and I gasped when I saw what she’d been wearing below all along. Her sheer nylons weren't pantyhose but stockings, fastened to her peekaboo panties with shiny black garters. While I'd known a bra had to be there, I’d had no idea it was so…elaborate. And sexy.
Looking like that she could be a professional lingerie model, and my jaw might have dropped just a little. She picked up the remains of the dakimakura, shook it out and held it at arm's length. The print wasn't damaged, only slightly distended, and Kim looked it over appraisingly before putting the whole thing aside.
"If they ever put me on one of those I would want it to be full-sized. With me wearing this and the hole just… About… Here."
She put two fingers on the opening in her underwear, spreading them along with what was below to emphasize the point. The sight was very inviting and I felt my tongue run across my lips.
"You'd be cool with that?"
Kim leered. "I know people get off to pics of me. What's the diff between that and actually humping one?"
"Fair point. Just never mention it to Kriss or she might commission a custom. That we can't really use."
"Wonder if they'd sell."
"Kimmily, if we ran a sex store I'd be all for it. But we don't."
"Too bad. I'd pose holding a very full balloon in my left and an empty one halfway to my lips… Something like this."
She planted her feet somewhat apart and showed what she meant with a saucy, playful grin that could as easily be an expectant inhale. Sam could probably make an interesting drawing from a photo of that, which was why I hoped the blonde wasn't getting any ideas.
"I love the idea of them having to blow me up for playtime, make them work a little for their fun."
"You would have to include a clause making them promise to inflate you by mouth."
"A disclaimer, at least."
I imagined a feller tending to a raging hard-on while blowing furiously to prepare his plastic playmate. Then a very understanding girlfriend took his place and the encouraging look she was giving him was so teasing and loving I got hot all over. As improbable as the thought was, it was just what Kim would do for me if I had the equipment. I hoped someone, somewhere had gotten to experience that and shown his appreciation accordingly.
"We'd sell some for sure", I said.
"I would so be up for it", Kim sighed. "But getting you off is plenty. C'mon, let's see what we got!"
She tugged on my hands and I followed her to the editing room, bringing the footage along for inspection. I hooked it up, started the playback and found the general picture and sound quality pretty pleasing. It should make for nice viewing even if you had no interest in our comments, but doubly so if you did. We did look neat for the camera and the inflations were smooth, effective and, dare I say, appealing. Every balloon seemed blown up to the proper size for its purpose, no more and no less, and there were enough of them to give a fair impression of the work we'd put in. The actual show looked good too and both would be even better once I'd added all the archive material. But the kicker was I actually enjoyed watching myself blowing the body pillow. It was a fair struggle but I didn't make a fool of myself and a rush of elation shot through me at seeing my screen persona emerge victorious. Wouldn't complain if anyone felt like jacking off to that - I'd be honored, even.
"You've sure earned this", Kim said, brandishing a small flash drive. "A little thank-you for all the work you've put in..."
She plugged it into the computer and brought up an edit that took me by complete surprise. The segments showed the rest of the Angels singing a line each of 'Happy Birthday", punctuated by popping the identical black balloons they were holding, the same brand Kim had used to open the episode. Only they were saying 'happy burstday' instead. It was a total flashback to what we had done every night during our final production, and during some of the balloon-o-grams we'd handled off-stage. The main difference was that these balloons were blown to the absolute limit and about to pop on their own, which would have been too risky in the previous context.
A nice idea, but what really made it seem like a conspiracy was all of them wearing the exact outfits Kim and I had sported for our shoot. That little gift from Kriss had nearly given me a heart attack the first time around, and now my other sneaky bitch had arranged a return performance. In a way this was even worse, since the girls no longer had to think about matching each other perfectly and had added personal touches here and there to enhance their respective appearances. I couldn't help thinking they would have had it easier if I'd had a thing for, say, baseball caps.
Then it struck me that those would also involve them simply putting on something they didn't normally wear and that their current look probably wasn't as loaded to anyone lacking my tastes. I had been pretty indifferent to it myself before the night Kriss inadvertently added some connotations. The sudden insight brought such relief I allowed myself a huge grin as I relaxed to take in the pretty impressive display.
First out were Betty and Mandy, one after the other, and by now it was really obvious Amanda was in the family way. Not that she'd grown fat as she'd feared, but her belly was bulging against the black top she wore under the open jacket to somewhat hide the effect. Her heart-shaped face was a bit rounder too, in a cute way that became her.
Then came single shots of Jo and Sam, singing just two words each and popping their balloons before vanishing as quickly as they'd appeared, followed by blink-and-you-miss-it shots of Nita and Carrie bursting balloons to make the line end with a triple pop before the finale which was delivered by Riko and Tessa. Those two had shared screen time, and while Ree popped her loon on the first syllable of 'burstday', Teresa waited until after the last note to put a noisy end to the song with an innocent smile that looked all kinds of wrong on her. I chuckled at the effort behind the whole thing.
"You have put some thought in. But I'm surprised the Londoners had time for this."
"You kidding? They were ecstatic! Gave them their first excuse for some real alone time. And Nita’s parents were happy to babysit.”
“Checks out, but changing just for that?”
“They said it felt appropriate to dress for the occasion even if they asked to skip the singing. Was a limit to the noise they wanted to make."
I thought the popping would have been worse, but suspected they'd just wanted to keep it as brief as possible. I knew I would have in their position.
"You cut it yourself?" I asked.
"Yeah, getting the hang of it. But I had some to work with."
Turned out all the girls had filmed themselves blowing up several balloons, popping one for every relevant point in the song - which was performed in its entirety. I know, because Kim made me sit through all the unedited versions to make sure she'd made the right calls. I had no objections whatsoever and for the first time felt completely at ease with my dress preferences. And the onscreen ladies seemed as comfortable wearing them, nonchalantly inflating balloon after balloon to the bursting point in a neat and professional way. The only thing even slightly distracting from the formal impression was their beautifully bulging cheeks, but those had always been a vital part of their performances. Samantha had a balloon accidentally pop in her face, but while she jumped a bit it was a remarkable improvement over her earlier, near-phobic reactions. Jo blew her first balloon up until it burst and didn't so much as bat an eye at the explosion. Ostensibly it was to see how far she could take them, but I knew it was really an act of sympathy. If Sam happened to break one, she didn't want to come off as better.
There were no other blow to pops, but I'm sure there would have if they'd been certain we'd use the outtakes. As the last balloon was tied off I turned to the instigator.
"And what did you promise to get them to play along?"
Kim shrugged. "I just asked nicely. Can I help they jumped at the opportunity?"
"Guess not. I'm just happy it wasn't worse."
"Oh, but that wasn't all! They agreed to a little bonus, for your eyes only."
I felt I'd gotten more than enough already. "For me?"
"Just watch."
She opened another video, and boy was I ever shocked at seeing Sam and Jo smiling knowingly at me, looking just as they had in the balloon videos. Shot in sequence, I gathered.
"Hey there, Cheryl", Sam said. "We know you're watching this time so no need to feel guilty."
"Totally sanctioned", Jo put in. "Hope you'll like this."
With that they turned to each other and began to kiss, forgetting all about me for the moment. Evidently they'd decided to show just how much in love they were. At some length. Though I had a feeling it wasn't a spur of the moment thing. Not that I cared - the display was so sensual and sexy I just about lost my breath, because if I've ever seen two people completely into each other, it's them. There was nothing but absolute desire in the exchange, and as if to prove it they ended with a final remark.
"By the way", Jo said, "We're not wearing anything below this."
"And plan to make good use of the fact", Sam added. "Feel free picturing it."
That was about what they'd said on closing night, but this time it was an actual promise. As the clip closed it was replaced by a similar greeting from Riko and Tessa and by now I knew something was up but didn't protest. It was just too hot. Apart from the standard stuff Tess took the time to lovingly and thoroughly suck Ree's tongue, something I knew from experience would turn her on beyond belief, while her beloved reciprocated by pausing to tenderly blow in her lover's ear. I'd been told that'd have the same effect.
"She's in good hands, Cherita", the latina assured me.
"The best hands", Mariko moaned. "And lips, and ohh…"
Whatever she was about to say was cut off by another demonstration of the latter and they sank out of view, ending the vid. There was more, though.
"Something not meant for general viewing", Betty told us, "but ogle all you want."
"It's my turn to be her dolly", Mandy said with a happy grin and puckered up prettily. Her wife took her face in both hands, covered her lips with her own and blew so sweetly you'd understand Amanda's eyelids going all a-flutter. Elizabeth lowered a hand to test the tumny for firmness, then looked thoughtful.
"You can take some more", she said and blew again.
Mandy looked like she was able to take a lot more and willing to risk it, but had to settle for what she got. Disregarding any viewers she grabbed Betty's head fiercely, eyes burning with passion.
"Wish you could blow me up…"
Then she went to work on her lover's lips, the self-confessed most erogenous part of Betty's body, licking and nibbling and treating her mouth to everything it could ever ask for. A delighted jaw dropped in response as her head tilted back, accompanied by gasps that showed just how nice she found it. Eventually she regained enough composure to return the kiss and it was evident things were about to get very, very explicit.
"Better turn this off", the brunette said and reached for the cam. "I think she's about to blow."
A husky "You're damned right I am" was the last that could be heard before the clip went black.
Not for long though, as Vanita and Caroline appeared looking at us from across the Atlantic.
"Thanks for the excuse to do this", Nita said. "So hard to get time alone these days."
"Not that we don't manage enough to scrape by", Carrie added, "but a planned session is grand!"
Then they wasted no more of the opportunity on words and were all over each other. You could tell how much they'd longed for it and within moments the redhead's hand had slipped beneath Vanita's jacket to cup and fondle. Their kissing was so urgent I felt a twinge of guilt for cutting in on their precious time, but it didn't seem wasted in the least. It was something they most definitely would have done anyway and sharing it with me was either just a courtesy or blatant exhibitionism. I imagined the latter. As Nita's amazingly long tongue withdrew with a final, loving lick I hoped the rest of their sojourn had been spent at least as nicely.
"That was something to be sure", I said. "So what did you tell'em? 'I'm gonna see how hard I can make Cherry wince. Wanna make it a contest?'"
"There's no evidence. And I didn't use those actual words."
"If I'd been a guy you would have. Except for leaving out 'wince'."
"Damn right I would. But I thought you'd be happy. Aren't you?" she asked with such a cute pout I'd forgiven anything.
"Happy, flattered, flustered, yes. But also incredibly frustrated..."
I slid my hand inside her jacket the way I'd seen Carrie do. "I notice you didn't do any on-screen kissing…"
"Saved it up for you. Besides, my partner had another partner."
She touched the quick dial on her phone and the answer was surprisingly quick. But not as surprising as the view of the video call.
Lexi and Kris's were both at the other end, having dressed up just like all the rest. And evidently put in a real effort in the makeup department too.
"We had a photo sesh too", Kriss explained. "How was your shoot?"
"Just fine, but why are we keeping the distance?"
"So you can watch the final installment as intended."
With that the phone was set down and the kissing commenced. Once more I looked on while my wife locked lips with another lady dear to my heart, sucking and moaning and getting so into it I was aching to join them, on either side or both.
“Hey, save some for me…”
Lex looked straight at the lens.
"You're not missing anything, Cherrie. Tomorrow I'll give you this."
Then she covered Kriss' mouth with her own and began to kiss with such feeling I got outright envious. The cradling of each other's faces in tender grips seemed so wonderful I couldn't wait to get my share, but for now all they could do was turn me on. With considerable success. I had to tell them I'd had all I could take before they broke off, wishing us a pleasant afternoon in sultry tones before hanging up. I had to lean on Kim's shoulder for support and she took the chance to stick her tongue in my ear.
"I promised you a kissing show you'd never forget", she whispered.
"Not in a hurry…" I panted. "And now what…?"
"And now, Cherry baby…I'm gonna kiss you until you come."
Her fingers ran down my cheek to copy Lexi's style and when our lips met a shudder shot through me all the way to my feet. Since my hand immediately went between my legs it took Kim less than twenty seconds to deliver on that promise, but then she said "Cheater" and made me hold her instead until she'd managed it the proper way too. If you know a better way to spend six minutes I'd sure like to hear it.
Kim kept caressing my hair, licking my neck and blowing in my ear while I recuperated, and before I could ask she revealed her plans weren't finished.
"That's it for starters. Ready for the main course?"
I was eager to see what that'd entail and followed her to the Fun-geon, but once inside I put her ideas on hold by taking the inflatable copy of me from its shelf.
"Blow her up", I commanded, thrusting the limp doll into Kimmy's hands. "Blow her as hard as she gets."
She obeyed, puffing away as fast as she could while I took all of my clothes off. I put them on the just-filled mannequin and placed it on the bed.
"Now fuck her. I wanna see what you'd do to me without my reactions getting in the way."
Holy shit, was that ever encouraging. Kim went at it with such fervor I feared it would be the end of Silly Two (long story), but she held up admirably and the sight inspired me so much I had to inflate Kim's counterfeit twin in a hurry to join them. I barely looked at the doll I was grinding against - my eyes were glued on Kim unleashing her desire on her unmoving companion. I began talking dirty to her, saying all the things I imagined the voiceless effigy would have wanted to, and that spurred her into an absolute frenzy. Watching Kimmy getting her kicks while growling the filthiest things imaginable made me want to switch places with the doll, but the stiff, blown-up thigh between my legs was enough to finish me off for the moment. Kim pretended the noises were coming from her current partner and moaned encouragements while picking up the speed to cross the line herself. Her yelps and cries rang through the room and I waited for the right moment to pull her into my arms.
"Bestest fuckbuddy."
"Dearest friend."
I pushed the dolls to the floor. "Love you, Kimmilly. Sorry for hijacking your plan."
"It was in the right spirit", Kim panted. "I thought we should spend the rest of the day on the air."
As we happen to own just about every inflatable sex toy we've come across it wouldn't be too difficult, and if that wasn't enough the bed was the blow-up variety too. The only trouble would be to choose where to start, but after some R&R Kim walked over to Blowser who was standing in a corner, beginning to sag from lack of use. She knelt down to remedy that.
While she blew the dragon back into shape I relieved her of the lingerie, dressing Inflata-Kim like the original had been only moments before and posing her in the arms of Silly Two. They could keep each other company, because we had no more time for them. I joined Kimmy for a nice ride on the mythical beast before we gathered up every prop we could possibly use and brought them to the bed for preparation, inflation or reinflation. Then I donned the best strap-on I'd found so far - with dual-action for her and her pleasure - and opened the bedside drawer to pull out as big a handful of various balloons I could hold. I dropped them all over Kim's nude, prone body as she grinned and spread wide for me.
"Now…" I leered. "Let me remind you how much harder you come when you blow."
Hours must have passed but we didn't exactly keep track, and what we actually did could probably fill a small encyclopedia on wickedness. When I finally left wearing only a robe I could barely walk. Kriss gave me an amused look as I staggered into the kitchen.
"Guess you've been enjoying yourself?"
I nodded in passing.
"Good on you", she smiled. "Where's Kimmy?"
"Fast asleep in the Fun-geon", I replied after downing some orange juice. "If you think I'm a wreck you should see the other girl."
"Sounds like a happy anniversary."
"Could call it that. By the way, we're out of loons downstairs."
There was an impressed whistle. "Really? Seems I refilled only yesterday."
"What can I say? They died for a good cause."
And in the name of science. I'd found out exactly how hard I could come while blowing.
"Done for the day then?"
"Almost. I promised her I'd bring dessert."
Which I did, in the form of Kriss and Lex to spend the night with us. Lexi snuggled up in her wife's half-conscious embrace while I spooned the blonde and Krissie did the same with me, reaching across us all to complete the circuit. By way of bedtime story they whispered what they'd kept themselves busy with, wording it matter-of-factly enough to make the recounting only moderately arousing. As I drifted off into sleep I promised myself to have them show some of the episodes instead of just telling. I had a feeling a lot was lost in translation.
The next day I immediately began working on editing, which took even more time than I had suspected but shaped up to be a fitting commemorative edition. Kriss had been so wowed by the latex carnage left in our wake she'd volunteered to clean it up - another memorable event. Lex had been more impressed by the remains of the inflatable love seat, or whatever to call the black shape designed to support all kinds of interesting positions. She had figured it burst-proof but evidently it wasn't. Granted, it had held up pretty well, and the description of what we'd been doing when it went bust made her beg Kriss for a replacement. Preferably today.
Kim wanted some more sleep and I couldn't blame her, though I perked right up when Lexi walked in to give me what she'd said she would. She even showed me the pics they had taken plus a filmed encore of the live show they'd put on for me. Getting some of that myself along with some expert fingering seriously hampered my progress, but a girl's gotta have priorities. Even if the office couch withstood the following make-out session, I decided against telling Lex about the other. She'd just laugh and break the mood.
Eventually I was summoned to lunch and a freshly-restored Kim joined us wearing a sky blue t-shirt and a matching bow tie. On her it didn't look like a quirky, haphazard addition but an elegant accessory put on with some care.
"You're a bit early dressing for dinner", I noted.
"Just trying out my new signature look", she said. "Is it okay with you?"
And it actually was. My wife would probably have something to say, though - and she did.
"If she gets one I do too."
"Can't have the same”, I said.
"Wasn't thinking that. I thought I could start wearing shirts and waistcoasts - crisp, tailored ones. With the occasional tie."
Alex gasped, as that would be right up her alley. "Jackets too?"
"When I go out, for sure. This'd be for around the house. Feels so professional. Not to mention cool and, whatstheword, suave."
"Any objections?" Lexi said, daring us to protest. But we just shook our heads with big grins. Would be low-key awesome having Kriss loaf around like that. She gave Kim a sly smile.
"You turn my wife's head, I turn yours. Fair's fair. Besides, I kinda like it."
So did I, and was pretty sure Kimmy felt the same.
"Gonna get a lot of these" she said and turned to me. "But you get to nix any you don't like."
"Deal."
"So", Kriss said as she rose. "What are we waiting for?"
There was nothing for it but going out shopping for ties. And a new love seat.
The videos went up on time and the reactions weren't long in the coming. Apart from plenty of well-wishes the appreciation was sorta overwhelming. Funny what a difference a hundred balloons can make. And Kimber got some overdue recognition in a private message:
‘I knew you had to be Vikki Trixx! Saw all your shows - loved 'em ever since I was in your test audience. Remember that?’
Of course we did, and all the rest of the numbers that admirer was gushing about. Kim promised him one of the new as-yet-unprinted glossies - signed, of course - in return for keeping the particulars between the two of them, and to throw a handful of loons into the bargain. The episode had suddenly made them a hot commodity and we had several pre-orders for the new batch.
And one of the offers for the dakimakura was renewed and even raised in spite of what I'd done to it - or likely because of that. I was tempted to sell but stuck to my principles, stating it had already been thrown out. Regardless, I got some very flattering reviews of my performance and was even begged to become a permanent on-screen fixture. I promised to at least show up for special occasions.
The members got to see the birthday song, but the outtakes from that would be reserved for the second DVD which would hopefully be done by Christmas. But there were plenty of other celebrations before that.
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As the episode had been meant as an exclusive for everyone there was nothing more to be filmed - and just as well, because I couldn't wait a moment longer. I grabbed Kim by her lapels and pulled her in for a kiss that only stoked my fire and I don't know how we made our way across the floor but suddenly we were back on the couch, only now with me laying on top of her and pumping away like crazy against her thigh.
"Mmm...about time, eh, boss?" she sighed.
"Long overdue" I moaned. "Wanted to fuck you since before we got here..."
"Fuck away. Fuck me hard..."
I sure was trying to but the furniture sorta got in the way. I dunno how intense Kim and Lexi's tryouts had been since the couch was sturdy enough for them, but it wasn't for us. Or rather my shoes. As a knee slipped backwards the heel rammed the armrest and with a sudden pop the firmness was gone and we sank towards the floor as the all the air wheezed out through the hole. That only made me more desperate to finish and Kim grabbed my butt to squeeze and yank and hurry things up. The backrest hadn’t fully deflated when my yells of pleasure hit the walls but by the time Kim was done, so was the couch. We rose unsteadily and surveyed the damage.
“My bad”, I admitted.
Kim poked a fingertip through the puncture. “Doesn’t look too bad. A patch and you can blow it back up.”
“I’ll wait until it’s needed.” Then I kissed her. “Yummy, yummy Kimmy. That wasn’t all, was it? Wanna make it up to you.”
She smiled and ran the same finger down my face.
"Let’s call it an appetizer. Get that body pillow - if you haven't broken it."
I hadn't and went on that little errand, finding that Kimber had restored her look by the time I returned. She set to work on mine, touching up and straightening everything as best she could. It wasn't quite as good as what Lou had managed, but better than most of my own efforts.
"Point the camera back here", Kim said from the unadorned part of the room. "Let's improvise a bit."
Curiosity got the better of me and I did as told, joining her for whatever she'd had in mind. She held up the still-inflated dakimakura and addressed her members.
"We've had two requests to buy this already, and to prove we're impartial and to show Cheryl's got more qualifications than you can imagine I'm gonna ask her to settle the matter."
She handed me the inflatable. "Burst it."
Had she said "pop" I would have reached for a sharp object, but the choice of words made it clear she meant by lung power. As if everything else about the show, setting and subject wasn't enough. A tall order, considering what it was made to withstand, but for the occasion I was willing to give it a go. And to show her she would have to try harder than that to catch me off guard.
Without a word I pulled the plug open, clamped my teeth down on the mouthpiece and blew. There was still room for another couple of breaths, but after that it got tough. It didn’t help the nozzle was so uncooperative – my lips kept slipping and the lion’s share of my air sputtered uselessly past it. Kim stuck a hand in a pocket.
"Try one of these."
She handed me one of the portable valves made for the task and I stuck it in place, informing the audience what it did.
“They’re real practical. This should do the trick.”
It wouldn’t on its own, but I was more than happy to help. Now my exhales went where they should, but it wasn’t easy making them. I felt my cheeks puff out to their very limits as I blew as hard as I ever could. I thought the sturdy vinyl was stretching out just a bit as the willowy printed figure seemed somewhat less slender, but that could just be me hallucinating from my efforts. I was actually blowing myself lightheaded and that doesn’t happen too often. If it proved too much I could technically put it down and off it the way I’d killed the couch but it felt like backing out. Besides, I thought Kimmy might like seeing me succeed as much I as I would with her in my place.
By now I was sure my face had gone red but I’d be damned if I gave up. I shot a glance at my lover, who facing away from the camera mouthed three little words:
“Burst it, baby.”
That, along with her expression being just as admiring and adoring as I’d hoped summoned some hidden reserve. Suddenly I felt like C.J. Silvers, Dino Slayer – the conqueror of Dodo and bane of all inflatable beasts. The puny girl on the pillow would be no match for her! With a mighty puff I felt the material start to give way and made a final, tremendous blow. Accompanied by a PUMM the cylinder split apart at a seam and flew open between my hands, rapidly collapsing into a thin, disfigured sheet of plastic. I let it fall to the floor as I stood there breathing heavily while Kim broke into a slow applause.
“Amazing! Well done.”
“Do I get a raise for this?”
“No, but we won’t deduct that from your salary. Ladies and gentlemen, Cheryl Silvers. Best boss I’ve ever had.”
I took a bow and that would have to be the end. Nothing I could say would live up to my recent actions.
Kim turned off the camera and came up to kiss me.
“Fucking awesome, Chellie! That was so hot you deserve a little treat.”
“I think that should be worth a big one.”
“Just wait and see. Here’s something to rest your eyes on.”
She removed her jacket and I stopped her.
“What I already see is a heck of a lot.” I fingered her tie. “You know you wear these better than anyone I’ve ever known?”
“So glad you like it”, she sighed. “Because I wanna make it my signature look.”
Well, she had said she’d always liked them, but that might be taking things a bit far. Still, Kimmy admitting to wanting something was kind of a big deal.
I hadn’t thought up any comment when the strip commenced. The white top went first followed by the skirt and I gasped when I saw what she’d been wearing below all along. Her sheer nylons weren't pantyhose but stockings, fastened to her peekaboo panties with shiny black garters. While I'd known a bra had to be there, I’d had no idea it was so…elaborate. And sexy.
Looking like that she could be a professional lingerie model, and my jaw might have dropped just a little. She picked up the remains of the dakimakura, shook it out and held it at arm's length. The print wasn't damaged, only slightly distended, and Kim looked it over appraisingly before putting the whole thing aside.
"If they ever put me on one of those I would want it to be full-sized. With me wearing this and the hole just… About… Here."
She put two fingers on the opening in her underwear, spreading them along with what was below to emphasize the point. The sight was very inviting and I felt my tongue run across my lips.
"You'd be cool with that?"
Kim leered. "I know people get off to pics of me. What's the diff between that and actually humping one?"
"Fair point. Just never mention it to Kriss or she might commission a custom. That we can't really use."
"Wonder if they'd sell."
"Kimmily, if we ran a sex store I'd be all for it. But we don't."
"Too bad. I'd pose holding a very full balloon in my left and an empty one halfway to my lips… Something like this."
She planted her feet somewhat apart and showed what she meant with a saucy, playful grin that could as easily be an expectant inhale. Sam could probably make an interesting drawing from a photo of that, which was why I hoped the blonde wasn't getting any ideas.
"I love the idea of them having to blow me up for playtime, make them work a little for their fun."
"You would have to include a clause making them promise to inflate you by mouth."
"A disclaimer, at least."
I imagined a feller tending to a raging hard-on while blowing furiously to prepare his plastic playmate. Then a very understanding girlfriend took his place and the encouraging look she was giving him was so teasing and loving I got hot all over. As improbable as the thought was, it was just what Kim would do for me if I had the equipment. I hoped someone, somewhere had gotten to experience that and shown his appreciation accordingly.
"We'd sell some for sure", I said.
"I would so be up for it", Kim sighed. "But getting you off is plenty. C'mon, let's see what we got!"
She tugged on my hands and I followed her to the editing room, bringing the footage along for inspection. I hooked it up, started the playback and found the general picture and sound quality pretty pleasing. It should make for nice viewing even if you had no interest in our comments, but doubly so if you did. We did look neat for the camera and the inflations were smooth, effective and, dare I say, appealing. Every balloon seemed blown up to the proper size for its purpose, no more and no less, and there were enough of them to give a fair impression of the work we'd put in. The actual show looked good too and both would be even better once I'd added all the archive material. But the kicker was I actually enjoyed watching myself blowing the body pillow. It was a fair struggle but I didn't make a fool of myself and a rush of elation shot through me at seeing my screen persona emerge victorious. Wouldn't complain if anyone felt like jacking off to that - I'd be honored, even.
"You've sure earned this", Kim said, brandishing a small flash drive. "A little thank-you for all the work you've put in..."
She plugged it into the computer and brought up an edit that took me by complete surprise. The segments showed the rest of the Angels singing a line each of 'Happy Birthday", punctuated by popping the identical black balloons they were holding, the same brand Kim had used to open the episode. Only they were saying 'happy burstday' instead. It was a total flashback to what we had done every night during our final production, and during some of the balloon-o-grams we'd handled off-stage. The main difference was that these balloons were blown to the absolute limit and about to pop on their own, which would have been too risky in the previous context.
A nice idea, but what really made it seem like a conspiracy was all of them wearing the exact outfits Kim and I had sported for our shoot. That little gift from Kriss had nearly given me a heart attack the first time around, and now my other sneaky bitch had arranged a return performance. In a way this was even worse, since the girls no longer had to think about matching each other perfectly and had added personal touches here and there to enhance their respective appearances. I couldn't help thinking they would have had it easier if I'd had a thing for, say, baseball caps.
Then it struck me that those would also involve them simply putting on something they didn't normally wear and that their current look probably wasn't as loaded to anyone lacking my tastes. I had been pretty indifferent to it myself before the night Kriss inadvertently added some connotations. The sudden insight brought such relief I allowed myself a huge grin as I relaxed to take in the pretty impressive display.
First out were Betty and Mandy, one after the other, and by now it was really obvious Amanda was in the family way. Not that she'd grown fat as she'd feared, but her belly was bulging against the black top she wore under the open jacket to somewhat hide the effect. Her heart-shaped face was a bit rounder too, in a cute way that became her.
Then came single shots of Jo and Sam, singing just two words each and popping their balloons before vanishing as quickly as they'd appeared, followed by blink-and-you-miss-it shots of Nita and Carrie bursting balloons to make the line end with a triple pop before the finale which was delivered by Riko and Tessa. Those two had shared screen time, and while Ree popped her loon on the first syllable of 'burstday', Teresa waited until after the last note to put a noisy end to the song with an innocent smile that looked all kinds of wrong on her. I chuckled at the effort behind the whole thing.
"You have put some thought in. But I'm surprised the Londoners had time for this."
"You kidding? They were ecstatic! Gave them their first excuse for some real alone time. And Nita’s parents were happy to babysit.”
“Checks out, but changing just for that?”
“They said it felt appropriate to dress for the occasion even if they asked to skip the singing. Was a limit to the noise they wanted to make."
I thought the popping would have been worse, but suspected they'd just wanted to keep it as brief as possible. I knew I would have in their position.
"You cut it yourself?" I asked.
"Yeah, getting the hang of it. But I had some to work with."
Turned out all the girls had filmed themselves blowing up several balloons, popping one for every relevant point in the song - which was performed in its entirety. I know, because Kim made me sit through all the unedited versions to make sure she'd made the right calls. I had no objections whatsoever and for the first time felt completely at ease with my dress preferences. And the onscreen ladies seemed as comfortable wearing them, nonchalantly inflating balloon after balloon to the bursting point in a neat and professional way. The only thing even slightly distracting from the formal impression was their beautifully bulging cheeks, but those had always been a vital part of their performances. Samantha had a balloon accidentally pop in her face, but while she jumped a bit it was a remarkable improvement over her earlier, near-phobic reactions. Jo blew her first balloon up until it burst and didn't so much as bat an eye at the explosion. Ostensibly it was to see how far she could take them, but I knew it was really an act of sympathy. If Sam happened to break one, she didn't want to come off as better.
There were no other blow to pops, but I'm sure there would have if they'd been certain we'd use the outtakes. As the last balloon was tied off I turned to the instigator.
"And what did you promise to get them to play along?"
Kim shrugged. "I just asked nicely. Can I help they jumped at the opportunity?"
"Guess not. I'm just happy it wasn't worse."
"Oh, but that wasn't all! They agreed to a little bonus, for your eyes only."
I felt I'd gotten more than enough already. "For me?"
"Just watch."
She opened another video, and boy was I ever shocked at seeing Sam and Jo smiling knowingly at me, looking just as they had in the balloon videos. Shot in sequence, I gathered.
"Hey there, Cheryl", Sam said. "We know you're watching this time so no need to feel guilty."
"Totally sanctioned", Jo put in. "Hope you'll like this."
With that they turned to each other and began to kiss, forgetting all about me for the moment. Evidently they'd decided to show just how much in love they were. At some length. Though I had a feeling it wasn't a spur of the moment thing. Not that I cared - the display was so sensual and sexy I just about lost my breath, because if I've ever seen two people completely into each other, it's them. There was nothing but absolute desire in the exchange, and as if to prove it they ended with a final remark.
"By the way", Jo said, "We're not wearing anything below this."
"And plan to make good use of the fact", Sam added. "Feel free picturing it."
That was about what they'd said on closing night, but this time it was an actual promise. As the clip closed it was replaced by a similar greeting from Riko and Tessa and by now I knew something was up but didn't protest. It was just too hot. Apart from the standard stuff Tess took the time to lovingly and thoroughly suck Ree's tongue, something I knew from experience would turn her on beyond belief, while her beloved reciprocated by pausing to tenderly blow in her lover's ear. I'd been told that'd have the same effect.
"She's in good hands, Cherita", the latina assured me.
"The best hands", Mariko moaned. "And lips, and ohh…"
Whatever she was about to say was cut off by another demonstration of the latter and they sank out of view, ending the vid. There was more, though.
"Something not meant for general viewing", Betty told us, "but ogle all you want."
"It's my turn to be her dolly", Mandy said with a happy grin and puckered up prettily. Her wife took her face in both hands, covered her lips with her own and blew so sweetly you'd understand Amanda's eyelids going all a-flutter. Elizabeth lowered a hand to test the tumny for firmness, then looked thoughtful.
"You can take some more", she said and blew again.
Mandy looked like she was able to take a lot more and willing to risk it, but had to settle for what she got. Disregarding any viewers she grabbed Betty's head fiercely, eyes burning with passion.
"Wish you could blow me up…"
Then she went to work on her lover's lips, the self-confessed most erogenous part of Betty's body, licking and nibbling and treating her mouth to everything it could ever ask for. A delighted jaw dropped in response as her head tilted back, accompanied by gasps that showed just how nice she found it. Eventually she regained enough composure to return the kiss and it was evident things were about to get very, very explicit.
"Better turn this off", the brunette said and reached for the cam. "I think she's about to blow."
A husky "You're damned right I am" was the last that could be heard before the clip went black.
Not for long though, as Vanita and Caroline appeared looking at us from across the Atlantic.
"Thanks for the excuse to do this", Nita said. "So hard to get time alone these days."
"Not that we don't manage enough to scrape by", Carrie added, "but a planned session is grand!"
Then they wasted no more of the opportunity on words and were all over each other. You could tell how much they'd longed for it and within moments the redhead's hand had slipped beneath Vanita's jacket to cup and fondle. Their kissing was so urgent I felt a twinge of guilt for cutting in on their precious time, but it didn't seem wasted in the least. It was something they most definitely would have done anyway and sharing it with me was either just a courtesy or blatant exhibitionism. I imagined the latter. As Nita's amazingly long tongue withdrew with a final, loving lick I hoped the rest of their sojourn had been spent at least as nicely.
"That was something to be sure", I said. "So what did you tell'em? 'I'm gonna see how hard I can make Cherry wince. Wanna make it a contest?'"
"There's no evidence. And I didn't use those actual words."
"If I'd been a guy you would have. Except for leaving out 'wince'."
"Damn right I would. But I thought you'd be happy. Aren't you?" she asked with such a cute pout I'd forgiven anything.
"Happy, flattered, flustered, yes. But also incredibly frustrated..."
I slid my hand inside her jacket the way I'd seen Carrie do. "I notice you didn't do any on-screen kissing…"
"Saved it up for you. Besides, my partner had another partner."
She touched the quick dial on her phone and the answer was surprisingly quick. But not as surprising as the view of the video call.
Lexi and Kris's were both at the other end, having dressed up just like all the rest. And evidently put in a real effort in the makeup department too.
"We had a photo sesh too", Kriss explained. "How was your shoot?"
"Just fine, but why are we keeping the distance?"
"So you can watch the final installment as intended."
With that the phone was set down and the kissing commenced. Once more I looked on while my wife locked lips with another lady dear to my heart, sucking and moaning and getting so into it I was aching to join them, on either side or both.
“Hey, save some for me…”
Lex looked straight at the lens.
"You're not missing anything, Cherrie. Tomorrow I'll give you this."
Then she covered Kriss' mouth with her own and began to kiss with such feeling I got outright envious. The cradling of each other's faces in tender grips seemed so wonderful I couldn't wait to get my share, but for now all they could do was turn me on. With considerable success. I had to tell them I'd had all I could take before they broke off, wishing us a pleasant afternoon in sultry tones before hanging up. I had to lean on Kim's shoulder for support and she took the chance to stick her tongue in my ear.
"I promised you a kissing show you'd never forget", she whispered.
"Not in a hurry…" I panted. "And now what…?"
"And now, Cherry baby…I'm gonna kiss you until you come."
Her fingers ran down my cheek to copy Lexi's style and when our lips met a shudder shot through me all the way to my feet. Since my hand immediately went between my legs it took Kim less than twenty seconds to deliver on that promise, but then she said "Cheater" and made me hold her instead until she'd managed it the proper way too. If you know a better way to spend six minutes I'd sure like to hear it.
Kim kept caressing my hair, licking my neck and blowing in my ear while I recuperated, and before I could ask she revealed her plans weren't finished.
"That's it for starters. Ready for the main course?"
I was eager to see what that'd entail and followed her to the Fun-geon, but once inside I put her ideas on hold by taking the inflatable copy of me from its shelf.
"Blow her up", I commanded, thrusting the limp doll into Kimmy's hands. "Blow her as hard as she gets."
She obeyed, puffing away as fast as she could while I took all of my clothes off. I put them on the just-filled mannequin and placed it on the bed.
"Now fuck her. I wanna see what you'd do to me without my reactions getting in the way."
Holy shit, was that ever encouraging. Kim went at it with such fervor I feared it would be the end of Silly Two (long story), but she held up admirably and the sight inspired me so much I had to inflate Kim's counterfeit twin in a hurry to join them. I barely looked at the doll I was grinding against - my eyes were glued on Kim unleashing her desire on her unmoving companion. I began talking dirty to her, saying all the things I imagined the voiceless effigy would have wanted to, and that spurred her into an absolute frenzy. Watching Kimmy getting her kicks while growling the filthiest things imaginable made me want to switch places with the doll, but the stiff, blown-up thigh between my legs was enough to finish me off for the moment. Kim pretended the noises were coming from her current partner and moaned encouragements while picking up the speed to cross the line herself. Her yelps and cries rang through the room and I waited for the right moment to pull her into my arms.
"Bestest fuckbuddy."
"Dearest friend."
I pushed the dolls to the floor. "Love you, Kimmilly. Sorry for hijacking your plan."
"It was in the right spirit", Kim panted. "I thought we should spend the rest of the day on the air."
As we happen to own just about every inflatable sex toy we've come across it wouldn't be too difficult, and if that wasn't enough the bed was the blow-up variety too. The only trouble would be to choose where to start, but after some R&R Kim walked over to Blowser who was standing in a corner, beginning to sag from lack of use. She knelt down to remedy that.
While she blew the dragon back into shape I relieved her of the lingerie, dressing Inflata-Kim like the original had been only moments before and posing her in the arms of Silly Two. They could keep each other company, because we had no more time for them. I joined Kimmy for a nice ride on the mythical beast before we gathered up every prop we could possibly use and brought them to the bed for preparation, inflation or reinflation. Then I donned the best strap-on I'd found so far - with dual-action for her and her pleasure - and opened the bedside drawer to pull out as big a handful of various balloons I could hold. I dropped them all over Kim's nude, prone body as she grinned and spread wide for me.
"Now…" I leered. "Let me remind you how much harder you come when you blow."
Hours must have passed but we didn't exactly keep track, and what we actually did could probably fill a small encyclopedia on wickedness. When I finally left wearing only a robe I could barely walk. Kriss gave me an amused look as I staggered into the kitchen.
"Guess you've been enjoying yourself?"
I nodded in passing.
"Good on you", she smiled. "Where's Kimmy?"
"Fast asleep in the Fun-geon", I replied after downing some orange juice. "If you think I'm a wreck you should see the other girl."
"Sounds like a happy anniversary."
"Could call it that. By the way, we're out of loons downstairs."
There was an impressed whistle. "Really? Seems I refilled only yesterday."
"What can I say? They died for a good cause."
And in the name of science. I'd found out exactly how hard I could come while blowing.
"Done for the day then?"
"Almost. I promised her I'd bring dessert."
Which I did, in the form of Kriss and Lex to spend the night with us. Lexi snuggled up in her wife's half-conscious embrace while I spooned the blonde and Krissie did the same with me, reaching across us all to complete the circuit. By way of bedtime story they whispered what they'd kept themselves busy with, wording it matter-of-factly enough to make the recounting only moderately arousing. As I drifted off into sleep I promised myself to have them show some of the episodes instead of just telling. I had a feeling a lot was lost in translation.
The next day I immediately began working on editing, which took even more time than I had suspected but shaped up to be a fitting commemorative edition. Kriss had been so wowed by the latex carnage left in our wake she'd volunteered to clean it up - another memorable event. Lex had been more impressed by the remains of the inflatable love seat, or whatever to call the black shape designed to support all kinds of interesting positions. She had figured it burst-proof but evidently it wasn't. Granted, it had held up pretty well, and the description of what we'd been doing when it went bust made her beg Kriss for a replacement. Preferably today.
Kim wanted some more sleep and I couldn't blame her, though I perked right up when Lexi walked in to give me what she'd said she would. She even showed me the pics they had taken plus a filmed encore of the live show they'd put on for me. Getting some of that myself along with some expert fingering seriously hampered my progress, but a girl's gotta have priorities. Even if the office couch withstood the following make-out session, I decided against telling Lex about the other. She'd just laugh and break the mood.
Eventually I was summoned to lunch and a freshly-restored Kim joined us wearing a sky blue t-shirt and a matching bow tie. On her it didn't look like a quirky, haphazard addition but an elegant accessory put on with some care.
"You're a bit early dressing for dinner", I noted.
"Just trying out my new signature look", she said. "Is it okay with you?"
And it actually was. My wife would probably have something to say, though - and she did.
"If she gets one I do too."
"Can't have the same”, I said.
"Wasn't thinking that. I thought I could start wearing shirts and waistcoasts - crisp, tailored ones. With the occasional tie."
Alex gasped, as that would be right up her alley. "Jackets too?"
"When I go out, for sure. This'd be for around the house. Feels so professional. Not to mention cool and, whatstheword, suave."
"Any objections?" Lexi said, daring us to protest. But we just shook our heads with big grins. Would be low-key awesome having Kriss loaf around like that. She gave Kim a sly smile.
"You turn my wife's head, I turn yours. Fair's fair. Besides, I kinda like it."
So did I, and was pretty sure Kimmy felt the same.
"Gonna get a lot of these" she said and turned to me. "But you get to nix any you don't like."
"Deal."
"So", Kriss said as she rose. "What are we waiting for?"
There was nothing for it but going out shopping for ties. And a new love seat.
The videos went up on time and the reactions weren't long in the coming. Apart from plenty of well-wishes the appreciation was sorta overwhelming. Funny what a difference a hundred balloons can make. And Kimber got some overdue recognition in a private message:
‘I knew you had to be Vikki Trixx! Saw all your shows - loved 'em ever since I was in your test audience. Remember that?’
Of course we did, and all the rest of the numbers that admirer was gushing about. Kim promised him one of the new as-yet-unprinted glossies - signed, of course - in return for keeping the particulars between the two of them, and to throw a handful of loons into the bargain. The episode had suddenly made them a hot commodity and we had several pre-orders for the new batch.
And one of the offers for the dakimakura was renewed and even raised in spite of what I'd done to it - or likely because of that. I was tempted to sell but stuck to my principles, stating it had already been thrown out. Regardless, I got some very flattering reviews of my performance and was even begged to become a permanent on-screen fixture. I promised to at least show up for special occasions.
The members got to see the birthday song, but the outtakes from that would be reserved for the second DVD which would hopefully be done by Christmas. But there were plenty of other celebrations before that.
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