Part 1
Alaya is just finishing up with her makeup. She looks at herself in the mirror, pushing a lock of russet hair out of her eyes.
I think that’ll do. She tells herself, checking the time. Alaya grabs her bag, and gives her husband, Ian a quick kiss.
“I’m off.” She says.
“Any idea how long you’ll be?” He asks.
“I’ve no idea how long the party will last. It’s not starting until this afternoon, I’m helping set up. It’ll probably be late, get yourself a takeaway or something.” Alaya opens the door and heads to her car.
Her friend Eva is setting up a surprise party for her roommate. Alaya volunteered to help. They only have a few hours to get everything ready.
When she arrives, Eva is busy instructing Helen and Francis on what to do. There is a bag on the table full of decorations.
“Oh, Alaya is here. Good timing, we’re just getting started. I’ll be with you in a moment.” Says Eva, turning back to the others. “If you two could start blowing the balloons up while me and Alaya get the food ready, that’ll be great.”
Helen, a short girl with shoulder length brunette hair and large brown eyes, takes a packet of balloons out of the bag.
“Do we have a pump or helium tank? Surely you don’t expect us to use our breath? That’ll take ages!” Helen asks.
“Oh, I completely forgot to get an electric pump! Helium is too expensive, I’m not made of money.” Eva rummages around in the bag and pulls out a small hand pump.
“I guess you’ll have to share this. It came free with the balloons. Alaya, you can cook, right? I’m making a cake.”
“Yeah, I know a little.” Alaya replies humbly. She actually loves cooking and probably knows more than Eva does.
“Come on then, we don’t have that much time.”
Alaya follows Eva into the kitchen. She has all the ingredients prepared already.
They begin making the dough when a giggling comes from the living room, followed by a loud squeak.
“What are those two doing? I’m gonna have to go check on them in a minute. We haven’t got time for messing around.” Says Eva, sounding a little stressed.
“We’ve got plenty of time, Jenna isn’t due until two is she? It’s only eleven.” Alaya replies.
“I guess. You know what I’m like, I won’t relax until everything is done. Right, I think that’s almost ready. We can help the others while we wait for it to cook.”
They enter the living room and see Francis furiously pumping a balloon. Alaya notices its way bigger than the others. Helen looks nervous.
“Stop, you’re going to pop it!” Says Helen, covering her ears.
Francis just giggles. Eva steps forward.
“That’s enough, stop mucking around!” She turns to Helen. “Have you been helping, or are you just encouraging Francis?”
Helen cowers under Eva’s stern gaze. Francis quickly sticks up for her.
“Sorry, I took the pump off her. She’s not very good at blowing them by mouth.” Francis gives the pump back to Helen and ties off her balloon.
Eva picks up one of the inflated balloons. “Who blew this up?” She asks.
Helen raises her hand.
“You’re doing it all wrong. This is way too small, look how big Francis is making them. They can’t all be different sizes, it won’t look right. Do I seriously have to show you how it’s done?” Helen digs her nails into the balloon, the pop making them all jump. Eva grabs a new balloon and brings it to her lips.
Alaya watches Eva blow the balloon until it grows tight. She’s never seen someone fill a balloon that fast. Eva expertly ties it off.
“From now on, blow them to this size. See that teardrop shape? That’s what I want. Francis, you might as well pop that balloon your holding. It’s so big it’s going to pop anyway if we hang it up.”
Francis’s eyes light up. She places the balloon on the floor and brings down her foot hard. Helen screams as it bursts. Alaya flinches, but loves how loud it is. She’s tempted to pop her own, but knows Eva will tell her off.
“Okay that’s enough fun, back to work. Helen, you can help me put these banners up.” Says Eva.
Alaya goes to pick up the pump. Francis stops her.
“Blow them up by mouth, it’s so much faster.” She says.
“You was using it just now.” Alaya replies.
“That’s because I was going to pop that balloon with it.” Francis giggles. “I wanted to see how big they go.”
“I bet that would be so loud.” Says Alaya.
“Oh definitely. Maybe I’ll try again when Eva isn’t looking.” She hands her a fresh balloon. “Better blow some up first, otherwise she’ll have a go at us.” Francis tosses her dark hair over her shoulder and starts blowing into a balloon.
Alaya loves the sound it makes when the balloon fills with air. She stretches her own balloon, and blows hard into it. She can’t remember the last time she had to blow up a balloon. She’d forgotten how fun it was.
Alaya puts her hand on the back of the balloon, feeling it grow bigger. It starts off soft, but quickly gets firmer. It makes her think of Ian’s cock and the way it hardens when she touches it.
Alaya suddenly realises the balloon is full. She takes it away from her lips, and ties it off. She takes another balloon and places her lips on the nozzle.
This is like giving a blow job. She thinks, exhaling into the balloon, making it swell.
I’m so dirty minded! Alaya quickly blows up the balloon, trying not to think about what her and Ian did last night.
After finishing a few more, Alaya finds herself thinking about the similarities between blowing a balloon and sex.
I kept blowing him until he exploded in my face. Just like this balloon will if I keep going! Alaya exhales deeply, making the neck of the balloon start to show.
Now I’ve blown it too big. Stop thinking about sex and concentrate on what you’re doing! Alaya tells herself.
Francis suddenly starts giggling. Alaya glances at her. She’s blowing her balloon a little too big as well.
Feeling mischievous, Alaya blows again.
Francis winks at her and puts two more breaths in. Not wanting to give in, Alaya adds more air to hers.
I think I know where this is going... Alaya thinks as Francis continues making her balloon tighter. She hesitates as the neck fills completely, glancing nervously at her.
Alaya makes her balloon just as big. The neck reaches her lips.
Oh, that feels nice. Almost like a soft kiss. She adds another breath, making the end of the neck bulge. Francis adds another little breath to hers, then squeaks.
“It’s so tight!”
Alaya takes a deep breath, ready to finish off her balloon.
“Alaya, Francis, stop being so childish!” Comes a stern voice behind them. “Honestly, I can’t trust you to do this one simple task, can I?” Eva looks annoyed.
“We’re just having a bit of fun. Where’s the harm in that?” Asks Francis, tying off her balloon.
“We don’t have time. Jenna might be home early.” Eva checks her watch. “Helen, help me lay the table.”
Once Eva is gone, Francis places her balloon on the sofa.
“I guess we can’t use that one anymore.” She slowly sits on it, making Alaya cringe. The balloon squeaks then explodes underneath her. She laughs.
“That’s so fun. You try it.”
“We shouldn’t, Eva will tell us off again.” Says Alaya. In truth, she wasn’t worried about that. She was more concerned about the fact she was a little turned on.
“She can blow the balloons herself if she wants. We’ve blown loads up, we’re entitled to a bit of fun.” Francis steps closer and places her hands on Alaya’s balloon. It hasn’t been tied off yet.
Suddenly wanting to pop it, Alaya brings the balloon back to her lips. As she takes a breath, Francis digs her nails in.
“Francis!” Alaya cries as it pops. “I was going to find out how big it could go.”
“Not much bigger, surely. You can try it with a new one if you really want.”
“I better not.”
“Try sitting on one, it’s fun.” Francis picks up a balloon from the floor and pushes it into Alaya’s arms.
“I really don’t think...”
“Want me to tell Eva you’ve been popping them all?” Franck’s threatens.
“Oh fine.” Alaya takes the balloon and sits on it hard. The neck bulges between her legs. She bounces, making the neck shoot out each time.
I’m not the only one finding this sexual, right? Alaya stops bouncing, suddenly feeling uncomfortable.
“Want some help?” Without waiting for an answer, Francis sits on Alaya’s lap and bounces with her. She starts giggling.
Please pop! This is making me horny.
When the balloon finally bursts, it just turns her on even more. Alaya stares at Francis, a little shocked.
“Why do you look so serious? Eva doesn’t mind really, you can have a bit of fun. Come on, let’s finish blowing these up.” Francis begins blowing like nothing happened.
Alaya tries to ignore her feelings of lust.
Do I secretly like girls or something? Or is it just the balloons? Why is this working me up so much? She takes another balloon, her hands shaking.
After blowing a few more, Alaya realises it must be the balloons that are having the effect on her. She tries to take her mind off it, but the sound of Francis softly blowing into her balloon makes it difficult.
Is she trying to turn me on by blowing like that? Why’s she keep making eye contact? Alaya wonders.
“You okay?” Francis asks, tying her balloon. “I can finish the rest if you’re tired.”
Alaya realises she’s stopped blowing. She quickly exhales hard.
“I’m fine.” She says, going faster to compensate.
“It’s not a race, slow down, you’ll wear yourself out.” Francis takes another balloon from the packet.
Alaya ties her balloon off and tosses it on the floor. It suddenly bursts, making her jump.
Francis is about to say something, when Eva comes back.
“You popping again? I’m sure there’ll be time for that after the party, if you like it so much.” Eva grabs an armful of balloons.
“Helen, come help me put these up.” She says.
Alaya and Francis finish the rest, being more careful now Eva was around. When they’re done, they help decorate the living room.
Alaya can’t help but admire how nice the balloons look.
I need an excuse to do this at home. She thinks.
They soon have two columns up and a few bunches at each corner of the room. Francis convinces Eva to have some scattered on the floor. At first she was reluctant, saying it’ll look too messy, but eventually gave in.
Once the decorations are finished, the table is laid with party snacks and wine glasses.
Eva gets a text saying Jenna is on her way home. She tells the others to hide in the living room and wait.
Alaya hears Eva leading Jenna through the hallway. When the door opens, Alaya, Helen and Francis jump out, surprising her.
“Happy birthday!” They cry.
Jenna looks a bit overwhelmed. She hugs them all.
“This is a nice surprise.” She says. “Who’s idea was this?”
“Mine of course.” Eva replies. “We couldn’t not celebrate your twenty fifth birthday.”
“You said we were just going to get a takeaway. I would’ve been fine with that, but this is great. Do you have food? I’m starving.”
Eva puts some music on and they sit around the table, eating and drinking. Eva surprises them all with the cake she had made. The icing spells out “Happy 25th birthday”
Jenna blows out the candles and Eva pours more wine.
After eating and finishing the wine, they go to the living room to do some karaoke. None of them were particularly good, but it was a good laugh. Helen starts to dance with Francis.
Alaya cheers them on, completely forgetting about the balloons, until Helen accidentally steps on one. It scares her so much she almost falls over.
Francis breaks out into giggles. She picks up a balloon from the floor and squeezes it until it bursts. Suddenly everyone is popping balloons and giggling. Helen tries stamping on one, but it doesn’t pop. She plugs her ears and tries again. The balloon bulges around her foot before it bursts loudly. Even Eva destroys a couple with her nails.
The only person not popping is Alaya. She stares at them, almost in a trance. The smell of latex and all the loud bangs is turning her on again. Suddenly a balloon is thrust into her chest. It’s Francis.
“Come on, have some fun!” She says.
Alaya hesitantly takes it. It feels so tight and smooth. Did Francis blow this one up, or was it me? She wonders. Is that her breath inside this balloon? Her saliva pooling in the bottom?
“Pop it!” Francis encourages.
Alaya slowly digs her nails in, deeper and deeper until it suddenly explodes.
Clearly satisfied now Alaya has popped it, Francis goes back to popping her own balloons.
Alaya watches as all the balloons on the floor get obliterated. She’s quite wet when they’re finished.
“That was fun.” Says Jenna. “I kinda wished we had more, it’s so satisfying.”
Francis has a mischievous look in her eyes. She suddenly pulls down one of the balloon columns.
“Not those, Francis!” Eva shouts. “They took ages to make!”
Too late. Francis had started to sink her nails into the balloons. Bang bang bang! The others started to join in.
Alaya wants to, but feels uncomfortable at how much this is turning her on. She sits down and sips her drink, trying not to focus on them.
When she hears a rushing of air, she can’t help but look. Francis is sitting in the middle of the other girls, blowing into an already tight balloon. Helen fidgets, looking nervous. Eva doesn’t seem bothered and Jenna looks excited.
“Go on, see if you can pop it.” Jenna encourages.
“I’m trying, feel how tight it is!” Says Francis, getting her breath back. When she resumes blowing, Helen stands up, covering her ears.
Alaya can’t believe how big it’s getting. She’s completely transfixed by the sight of Francis desperately blowing as hard as she can.
When the balloon finally explodes, they all jump.
“That’s impressive, Francis.” Says Jenna. “I don’t think I could do that.”
I bet I could. Alaya thinks, wishing she was brave enough to grab a balloon and try it herself. She doesn’t want to draw attention to herself though. Especially when the balloons seemed to be making her horny.
Before long, the others forget about the balloons. Not Alaya though. She can’t stop thinking about them. She notices the mouthpiece from the balloon Francis had popped. When no one’s watching, Alaya picks it up. It’s still wet from where it had been blown up.
Alaya brings it to her nose and inhales. It smells strongly of latex mixed with Francis’s scent. She places it in her mouth, imagining how it felt to blow until it exploded.
“Hey, Alaya, it’s your turn, come on.” Jenna calls.
Alaya quickly hides the broken piece of balloon in her pocket and goes to join in with the others.
When the party is over, Alaya leaves feeling drunk, tired and horny. Francis popped a couple more balloons on her way out.
She gets a taxi home and goes to find her husband Ian, knowing exactly what she wants.
He’s sitting on the bed, busy doing something on his laptop. He looks up when she comes in.
“Hey, how’d the party go?” He asks.
Alaya takes the laptop off him and pulls off his trousers, not in the mood for talking. She quickly covers his cock with her mouth.
Alaya gets exactly what she’s hoping for. She feels his cock grow against her lips, reminding her of a balloon. It becomes completely hard within seconds.
Once Alaya knows it’s not going to get any bigger, she pulls away.
“Sorry, I couldn’t resist.” She says, pretending she isn’t interested anymore. Alaya sits down and gets out her phone.
“What, you aren’t going to finish the job? You can’t just get me going like that and stop, it’s not fair.” Ian complains, still rock hard.
“Maybe we’ll have a bit of fun later. I must send this email. Don’t you dare touch yourself.” Alaya instructs.
“We better. You’re a little she-devil, you know that?” Ian pulls up his trousers and opens his laptop again.
Alaya waits patiently. She wants to feel his cock grow hard again. It was almost like the feeling of a balloon neck filling up and pressing against her lips. She is very wet, and it takes all her self control to wait it out.
When Ian looks distracted, Alaya does it again. This time she holds the base of his dick and brushes her lips against the head. She feels it push its way into her mouth.
Just like a balloon! If I keep going, it’ll explode! Not yet though, I want some fun first. Alaya thinks. She begins undressing, then kisses him hard on the lips.
Alaya then mounts him, riding hard. She can barely suppress her moans. For the first time in their relationship, Alaya climaxes before he does.
She gives a sharp cry, grabbing him hard and scratching. He winces in pain. Alaya climbs off him, panting heavily.
“You’re done already?” He asks in disbelief.
“Yep. That was pretty intense.” She replies.
“Can you at least finish me? You owe me that much. I always do it for you.”
“Oh fine.” Alaya grabs his cock hard and puts it in her mouth. This time he lasts five seconds.
Alaya spits his cum into his face, knowing he loves her doing that. She hated swallowing it, so it was lucky Ian had that particular kink.
Alaya leaves him to clean up. That was part of their deal. She would give him a blow job whenever he liked, but he had to deal with the mess.
Alaya decides to make him cum again when he returns from the bathroom. She wants to imagine she’s blowing a tight balloon.
Why am I so obsessed with balloons all of a sudden? She wonders.
Alaya catches him by surprise, putting his cock in her mouth for the third time. He protests, but she’s not going to stop now. This time he remains soft.
“Hurry up, what’s taking so long?” Alaya complains.
“It’s too soon. Try again in half hour if you must.” Ian replies.
Alaya shoves him against the wall, not wanting to wait. She’s wet and horny now. She kisses him roughly, trying to get him going.
After a few minutes, she feels his member starting to grow. Alaya quickly sticks it back in her mouth, loving the sensation of it tightening against her lips.
She closes her eyes and begins touching herself, reliving the scene at the party where Francis blew up the balloon until it burst.
It catches her off-guard when Ian climaxes. She had almost forgotten that would happen. She spits on the wooden floor, hoping he’d clean it later. Alaya stands up, still fingering herself, and stares into Ian’s emerald eyes. He stares back, looking a little awkward.
She can’t help but close her eyes as she feels a powerful orgasm coming. Ian presses his lips against her mouth, sending her over the edge.
Suddenly feeling completely exhausted, Alaya stumbles to the bed and collapses, panting heavily. Ian tucks her in and goes to clear up the mess.
Alaya is woken by Ian getting out of bed for work.
“Last night was interesting.” He says, getting dressed.
“I’ve never seen you quite like that before. What happened at the party, you never did tell me.”
“Nothing.” She replies, far too quickly.
“I always wondered what goes on in those girl only parties...”
“It’s not what you’re thinking. You would’ve found it boring. We just did karaoke and stuff.”
“Is that so?” Says Ian, sounding suspicious. “You were pretty wet when you came home. You sure you didn’t get a little too friendly with Eva?”
“Not her! Not anyone.” Alaya adds quickly.
“I know something happened. Fine, keep your little secret. If you keep coming home horny as you were yesterday, I’m not going to complain.” Ian heads toward the door.
“It was Francis!” Alaya blurts out, suddenly wanting to tell someone.
“Oh? What did you do? She’s pretty cute.” Ian looks curiously at her.
“We didn’t do anything. She just... Did something that made me a bit horny.” How can I explain this without it sounding weird? Alaya wonders.
“You can tell me all about it later. I know there’s something you’re hiding. Love you.” He leaves her lying on the bed.
Alaya is just finishing up with her makeup. She looks at herself in the mirror, pushing a lock of russet hair out of her eyes.
I think that’ll do. She tells herself, checking the time. Alaya grabs her bag, and gives her husband, Ian a quick kiss.
“I’m off.” She says.
“Any idea how long you’ll be?” He asks.
“I’ve no idea how long the party will last. It’s not starting until this afternoon, I’m helping set up. It’ll probably be late, get yourself a takeaway or something.” Alaya opens the door and heads to her car.
Her friend Eva is setting up a surprise party for her roommate. Alaya volunteered to help. They only have a few hours to get everything ready.
When she arrives, Eva is busy instructing Helen and Francis on what to do. There is a bag on the table full of decorations.
“Oh, Alaya is here. Good timing, we’re just getting started. I’ll be with you in a moment.” Says Eva, turning back to the others. “If you two could start blowing the balloons up while me and Alaya get the food ready, that’ll be great.”
Helen, a short girl with shoulder length brunette hair and large brown eyes, takes a packet of balloons out of the bag.
“Do we have a pump or helium tank? Surely you don’t expect us to use our breath? That’ll take ages!” Helen asks.
“Oh, I completely forgot to get an electric pump! Helium is too expensive, I’m not made of money.” Eva rummages around in the bag and pulls out a small hand pump.
“I guess you’ll have to share this. It came free with the balloons. Alaya, you can cook, right? I’m making a cake.”
“Yeah, I know a little.” Alaya replies humbly. She actually loves cooking and probably knows more than Eva does.
“Come on then, we don’t have that much time.”
Alaya follows Eva into the kitchen. She has all the ingredients prepared already.
They begin making the dough when a giggling comes from the living room, followed by a loud squeak.
“What are those two doing? I’m gonna have to go check on them in a minute. We haven’t got time for messing around.” Says Eva, sounding a little stressed.
“We’ve got plenty of time, Jenna isn’t due until two is she? It’s only eleven.” Alaya replies.
“I guess. You know what I’m like, I won’t relax until everything is done. Right, I think that’s almost ready. We can help the others while we wait for it to cook.”
They enter the living room and see Francis furiously pumping a balloon. Alaya notices its way bigger than the others. Helen looks nervous.
“Stop, you’re going to pop it!” Says Helen, covering her ears.
Francis just giggles. Eva steps forward.
“That’s enough, stop mucking around!” She turns to Helen. “Have you been helping, or are you just encouraging Francis?”
Helen cowers under Eva’s stern gaze. Francis quickly sticks up for her.
“Sorry, I took the pump off her. She’s not very good at blowing them by mouth.” Francis gives the pump back to Helen and ties off her balloon.
Eva picks up one of the inflated balloons. “Who blew this up?” She asks.
Helen raises her hand.
“You’re doing it all wrong. This is way too small, look how big Francis is making them. They can’t all be different sizes, it won’t look right. Do I seriously have to show you how it’s done?” Helen digs her nails into the balloon, the pop making them all jump. Eva grabs a new balloon and brings it to her lips.
Alaya watches Eva blow the balloon until it grows tight. She’s never seen someone fill a balloon that fast. Eva expertly ties it off.
“From now on, blow them to this size. See that teardrop shape? That’s what I want. Francis, you might as well pop that balloon your holding. It’s so big it’s going to pop anyway if we hang it up.”
Francis’s eyes light up. She places the balloon on the floor and brings down her foot hard. Helen screams as it bursts. Alaya flinches, but loves how loud it is. She’s tempted to pop her own, but knows Eva will tell her off.
“Okay that’s enough fun, back to work. Helen, you can help me put these banners up.” Says Eva.
Alaya goes to pick up the pump. Francis stops her.
“Blow them up by mouth, it’s so much faster.” She says.
“You was using it just now.” Alaya replies.
“That’s because I was going to pop that balloon with it.” Francis giggles. “I wanted to see how big they go.”
“I bet that would be so loud.” Says Alaya.
“Oh definitely. Maybe I’ll try again when Eva isn’t looking.” She hands her a fresh balloon. “Better blow some up first, otherwise she’ll have a go at us.” Francis tosses her dark hair over her shoulder and starts blowing into a balloon.
Alaya loves the sound it makes when the balloon fills with air. She stretches her own balloon, and blows hard into it. She can’t remember the last time she had to blow up a balloon. She’d forgotten how fun it was.
Alaya puts her hand on the back of the balloon, feeling it grow bigger. It starts off soft, but quickly gets firmer. It makes her think of Ian’s cock and the way it hardens when she touches it.
Alaya suddenly realises the balloon is full. She takes it away from her lips, and ties it off. She takes another balloon and places her lips on the nozzle.
This is like giving a blow job. She thinks, exhaling into the balloon, making it swell.
I’m so dirty minded! Alaya quickly blows up the balloon, trying not to think about what her and Ian did last night.
After finishing a few more, Alaya finds herself thinking about the similarities between blowing a balloon and sex.
I kept blowing him until he exploded in my face. Just like this balloon will if I keep going! Alaya exhales deeply, making the neck of the balloon start to show.
Now I’ve blown it too big. Stop thinking about sex and concentrate on what you’re doing! Alaya tells herself.
Francis suddenly starts giggling. Alaya glances at her. She’s blowing her balloon a little too big as well.
Feeling mischievous, Alaya blows again.
Francis winks at her and puts two more breaths in. Not wanting to give in, Alaya adds more air to hers.
I think I know where this is going... Alaya thinks as Francis continues making her balloon tighter. She hesitates as the neck fills completely, glancing nervously at her.
Alaya makes her balloon just as big. The neck reaches her lips.
Oh, that feels nice. Almost like a soft kiss. She adds another breath, making the end of the neck bulge. Francis adds another little breath to hers, then squeaks.
“It’s so tight!”
Alaya takes a deep breath, ready to finish off her balloon.
“Alaya, Francis, stop being so childish!” Comes a stern voice behind them. “Honestly, I can’t trust you to do this one simple task, can I?” Eva looks annoyed.
“We’re just having a bit of fun. Where’s the harm in that?” Asks Francis, tying off her balloon.
“We don’t have time. Jenna might be home early.” Eva checks her watch. “Helen, help me lay the table.”
Once Eva is gone, Francis places her balloon on the sofa.
“I guess we can’t use that one anymore.” She slowly sits on it, making Alaya cringe. The balloon squeaks then explodes underneath her. She laughs.
“That’s so fun. You try it.”
“We shouldn’t, Eva will tell us off again.” Says Alaya. In truth, she wasn’t worried about that. She was more concerned about the fact she was a little turned on.
“She can blow the balloons herself if she wants. We’ve blown loads up, we’re entitled to a bit of fun.” Francis steps closer and places her hands on Alaya’s balloon. It hasn’t been tied off yet.
Suddenly wanting to pop it, Alaya brings the balloon back to her lips. As she takes a breath, Francis digs her nails in.
“Francis!” Alaya cries as it pops. “I was going to find out how big it could go.”
“Not much bigger, surely. You can try it with a new one if you really want.”
“I better not.”
“Try sitting on one, it’s fun.” Francis picks up a balloon from the floor and pushes it into Alaya’s arms.
“I really don’t think...”
“Want me to tell Eva you’ve been popping them all?” Franck’s threatens.
“Oh fine.” Alaya takes the balloon and sits on it hard. The neck bulges between her legs. She bounces, making the neck shoot out each time.
I’m not the only one finding this sexual, right? Alaya stops bouncing, suddenly feeling uncomfortable.
“Want some help?” Without waiting for an answer, Francis sits on Alaya’s lap and bounces with her. She starts giggling.
Please pop! This is making me horny.
When the balloon finally bursts, it just turns her on even more. Alaya stares at Francis, a little shocked.
“Why do you look so serious? Eva doesn’t mind really, you can have a bit of fun. Come on, let’s finish blowing these up.” Francis begins blowing like nothing happened.
Alaya tries to ignore her feelings of lust.
Do I secretly like girls or something? Or is it just the balloons? Why is this working me up so much? She takes another balloon, her hands shaking.
After blowing a few more, Alaya realises it must be the balloons that are having the effect on her. She tries to take her mind off it, but the sound of Francis softly blowing into her balloon makes it difficult.
Is she trying to turn me on by blowing like that? Why’s she keep making eye contact? Alaya wonders.
“You okay?” Francis asks, tying her balloon. “I can finish the rest if you’re tired.”
Alaya realises she’s stopped blowing. She quickly exhales hard.
“I’m fine.” She says, going faster to compensate.
“It’s not a race, slow down, you’ll wear yourself out.” Francis takes another balloon from the packet.
Alaya ties her balloon off and tosses it on the floor. It suddenly bursts, making her jump.
Francis is about to say something, when Eva comes back.
“You popping again? I’m sure there’ll be time for that after the party, if you like it so much.” Eva grabs an armful of balloons.
“Helen, come help me put these up.” She says.
Alaya and Francis finish the rest, being more careful now Eva was around. When they’re done, they help decorate the living room.
Alaya can’t help but admire how nice the balloons look.
I need an excuse to do this at home. She thinks.
They soon have two columns up and a few bunches at each corner of the room. Francis convinces Eva to have some scattered on the floor. At first she was reluctant, saying it’ll look too messy, but eventually gave in.
Once the decorations are finished, the table is laid with party snacks and wine glasses.
Eva gets a text saying Jenna is on her way home. She tells the others to hide in the living room and wait.
Alaya hears Eva leading Jenna through the hallway. When the door opens, Alaya, Helen and Francis jump out, surprising her.
“Happy birthday!” They cry.
Jenna looks a bit overwhelmed. She hugs them all.
“This is a nice surprise.” She says. “Who’s idea was this?”
“Mine of course.” Eva replies. “We couldn’t not celebrate your twenty fifth birthday.”
“You said we were just going to get a takeaway. I would’ve been fine with that, but this is great. Do you have food? I’m starving.”
Eva puts some music on and they sit around the table, eating and drinking. Eva surprises them all with the cake she had made. The icing spells out “Happy 25th birthday”
Jenna blows out the candles and Eva pours more wine.
After eating and finishing the wine, they go to the living room to do some karaoke. None of them were particularly good, but it was a good laugh. Helen starts to dance with Francis.
Alaya cheers them on, completely forgetting about the balloons, until Helen accidentally steps on one. It scares her so much she almost falls over.
Francis breaks out into giggles. She picks up a balloon from the floor and squeezes it until it bursts. Suddenly everyone is popping balloons and giggling. Helen tries stamping on one, but it doesn’t pop. She plugs her ears and tries again. The balloon bulges around her foot before it bursts loudly. Even Eva destroys a couple with her nails.
The only person not popping is Alaya. She stares at them, almost in a trance. The smell of latex and all the loud bangs is turning her on again. Suddenly a balloon is thrust into her chest. It’s Francis.
“Come on, have some fun!” She says.
Alaya hesitantly takes it. It feels so tight and smooth. Did Francis blow this one up, or was it me? She wonders. Is that her breath inside this balloon? Her saliva pooling in the bottom?
“Pop it!” Francis encourages.
Alaya slowly digs her nails in, deeper and deeper until it suddenly explodes.
Clearly satisfied now Alaya has popped it, Francis goes back to popping her own balloons.
Alaya watches as all the balloons on the floor get obliterated. She’s quite wet when they’re finished.
“That was fun.” Says Jenna. “I kinda wished we had more, it’s so satisfying.”
Francis has a mischievous look in her eyes. She suddenly pulls down one of the balloon columns.
“Not those, Francis!” Eva shouts. “They took ages to make!”
Too late. Francis had started to sink her nails into the balloons. Bang bang bang! The others started to join in.
Alaya wants to, but feels uncomfortable at how much this is turning her on. She sits down and sips her drink, trying not to focus on them.
When she hears a rushing of air, she can’t help but look. Francis is sitting in the middle of the other girls, blowing into an already tight balloon. Helen fidgets, looking nervous. Eva doesn’t seem bothered and Jenna looks excited.
“Go on, see if you can pop it.” Jenna encourages.
“I’m trying, feel how tight it is!” Says Francis, getting her breath back. When she resumes blowing, Helen stands up, covering her ears.
Alaya can’t believe how big it’s getting. She’s completely transfixed by the sight of Francis desperately blowing as hard as she can.
When the balloon finally explodes, they all jump.
“That’s impressive, Francis.” Says Jenna. “I don’t think I could do that.”
I bet I could. Alaya thinks, wishing she was brave enough to grab a balloon and try it herself. She doesn’t want to draw attention to herself though. Especially when the balloons seemed to be making her horny.
Before long, the others forget about the balloons. Not Alaya though. She can’t stop thinking about them. She notices the mouthpiece from the balloon Francis had popped. When no one’s watching, Alaya picks it up. It’s still wet from where it had been blown up.
Alaya brings it to her nose and inhales. It smells strongly of latex mixed with Francis’s scent. She places it in her mouth, imagining how it felt to blow until it exploded.
“Hey, Alaya, it’s your turn, come on.” Jenna calls.
Alaya quickly hides the broken piece of balloon in her pocket and goes to join in with the others.
When the party is over, Alaya leaves feeling drunk, tired and horny. Francis popped a couple more balloons on her way out.
She gets a taxi home and goes to find her husband Ian, knowing exactly what she wants.
He’s sitting on the bed, busy doing something on his laptop. He looks up when she comes in.
“Hey, how’d the party go?” He asks.
Alaya takes the laptop off him and pulls off his trousers, not in the mood for talking. She quickly covers his cock with her mouth.
Alaya gets exactly what she’s hoping for. She feels his cock grow against her lips, reminding her of a balloon. It becomes completely hard within seconds.
Once Alaya knows it’s not going to get any bigger, she pulls away.
“Sorry, I couldn’t resist.” She says, pretending she isn’t interested anymore. Alaya sits down and gets out her phone.
“What, you aren’t going to finish the job? You can’t just get me going like that and stop, it’s not fair.” Ian complains, still rock hard.
“Maybe we’ll have a bit of fun later. I must send this email. Don’t you dare touch yourself.” Alaya instructs.
“We better. You’re a little she-devil, you know that?” Ian pulls up his trousers and opens his laptop again.
Alaya waits patiently. She wants to feel his cock grow hard again. It was almost like the feeling of a balloon neck filling up and pressing against her lips. She is very wet, and it takes all her self control to wait it out.
When Ian looks distracted, Alaya does it again. This time she holds the base of his dick and brushes her lips against the head. She feels it push its way into her mouth.
Just like a balloon! If I keep going, it’ll explode! Not yet though, I want some fun first. Alaya thinks. She begins undressing, then kisses him hard on the lips.
Alaya then mounts him, riding hard. She can barely suppress her moans. For the first time in their relationship, Alaya climaxes before he does.
She gives a sharp cry, grabbing him hard and scratching. He winces in pain. Alaya climbs off him, panting heavily.
“You’re done already?” He asks in disbelief.
“Yep. That was pretty intense.” She replies.
“Can you at least finish me? You owe me that much. I always do it for you.”
“Oh fine.” Alaya grabs his cock hard and puts it in her mouth. This time he lasts five seconds.
Alaya spits his cum into his face, knowing he loves her doing that. She hated swallowing it, so it was lucky Ian had that particular kink.
Alaya leaves him to clean up. That was part of their deal. She would give him a blow job whenever he liked, but he had to deal with the mess.
Alaya decides to make him cum again when he returns from the bathroom. She wants to imagine she’s blowing a tight balloon.
Why am I so obsessed with balloons all of a sudden? She wonders.
Alaya catches him by surprise, putting his cock in her mouth for the third time. He protests, but she’s not going to stop now. This time he remains soft.
“Hurry up, what’s taking so long?” Alaya complains.
“It’s too soon. Try again in half hour if you must.” Ian replies.
Alaya shoves him against the wall, not wanting to wait. She’s wet and horny now. She kisses him roughly, trying to get him going.
After a few minutes, she feels his member starting to grow. Alaya quickly sticks it back in her mouth, loving the sensation of it tightening against her lips.
She closes her eyes and begins touching herself, reliving the scene at the party where Francis blew up the balloon until it burst.
It catches her off-guard when Ian climaxes. She had almost forgotten that would happen. She spits on the wooden floor, hoping he’d clean it later. Alaya stands up, still fingering herself, and stares into Ian’s emerald eyes. He stares back, looking a little awkward.
She can’t help but close her eyes as she feels a powerful orgasm coming. Ian presses his lips against her mouth, sending her over the edge.
Suddenly feeling completely exhausted, Alaya stumbles to the bed and collapses, panting heavily. Ian tucks her in and goes to clear up the mess.
Alaya is woken by Ian getting out of bed for work.
“Last night was interesting.” He says, getting dressed.
“I’ve never seen you quite like that before. What happened at the party, you never did tell me.”
“Nothing.” She replies, far too quickly.
“I always wondered what goes on in those girl only parties...”
“It’s not what you’re thinking. You would’ve found it boring. We just did karaoke and stuff.”
“Is that so?” Says Ian, sounding suspicious. “You were pretty wet when you came home. You sure you didn’t get a little too friendly with Eva?”
“Not her! Not anyone.” Alaya adds quickly.
“I know something happened. Fine, keep your little secret. If you keep coming home horny as you were yesterday, I’m not going to complain.” Ian heads toward the door.
“It was Francis!” Alaya blurts out, suddenly wanting to tell someone.
“Oh? What did you do? She’s pretty cute.” Ian looks curiously at her.
“We didn’t do anything. She just... Did something that made me a bit horny.” How can I explain this without it sounding weird? Alaya wonders.
“You can tell me all about it later. I know there’s something you’re hiding. Love you.” He leaves her lying on the bed.