Part 2
Alaya has just finished with her weekly shop and is heading to the checkout, when she goes past the party supplies. She hesitates, noticing a bag of balloons.
Alaya remembers how Francis blowing and popping yesterday had turned her on.
Was it the balloons, or just the way she interacted with them? She wonders. Maybe I should buy a bag and find out...
Alaya puts the nearest packet in her trolley, and is about to leave when she spots some bigger balloons nearby. She can’t help but grab a bag of them too. Next to them is what looks like modelling balloons but bigger.
46 inches long? Wow, I bet those are fun. Alaya puts those in too. Another packet catches her eye, but someone appears and it puts her off.
As she gets near the checkout, Alaya gets a little nervous.
What do I say if they ask what all the balloons are for? I guess I’ll say it’s for a party. I hope they don’t want details. A friend’s birthday, that’ll do. Alaya thinks quickly.
As the cashier scans the balloons, Alaya feels her heart rate increasing. She doesn’t know why it’s making her so nervous. After she’s payed, she quickly walks back to the car, feeling relived.
What will I do with all those balloons? Ian will think I’ve gone mad.
When she’s unpacked the shopping, Alaya brings the balloons to the living room. She sits down on the sofa and opens one of the packets. The balloons look bigger than the ones from the party.
I guess I’ll just blow a few up and see if I feel the same as yesterday. She thinks, taking a balloon and stretching it.
Alaya takes a deep breath and begins to blow, feeling a bit awkward.
Am I just going to blow it up and let the air out? What am I doing? This is so weird. Alaya keeps going through, feeling the latex grow tight. She doesn’t feel quite the same way as yesterday, but decides to keep going regardless.
Oh wow, this is pretty big. Maybe I should keep going and see how big it’ll go. The neck begins filling up as Alaya continues blowing. The balloon is almost the size of her body and is getting bigger with each breath.
She hesitates as the neck presses against her lips. Will I know when it’s about to pop? It’ll probably get really hard to blow. She thinks.
Alaya steadily blows it bigger, not knowing how big these balloons are supposed to be. The size and tightness make her nervous, but it’s still easy to blow, so she doesn’t think it’ll pop yet.
Maybe I should stop. I’m pretty sure I’ve blown it way too big. She thinks, holding the balloon at arm’s length and staring at it.
The balloon suddenly explodes. Alaya gasps in shock. It was far louder than she could’ve imagined. She sits in awe, looking at how far the pieces have traveled. She slowly takes another balloon from the pack.
At least I know when to stop now. She thinks.
Alaya realises the pop had turned her on a little. She starts to blow up the second balloon.
She doesn’t slow down until the neck is completely full.
What now? Do I keep blowing until it pops? It was exciting. Alaya adds a few more breaths, then stops. I’ll save it for later. She thinks, struggling to tie it off.
Next, she opens the packet of party balloons. They look quite a bit smaller than the one she had just blown up. Alaya blows it up quickly, feeling a little turned on. No where near as horny as she felt when Francis was blowing though.
Maybe it’s her I like. I hope not, we’re both in relationships, it would never work.
The balloon suddenly becomes very hard, making Alaya stop blowing. It doesn’t even have a neck yet. She thinks. Well, I’m not stopping until it does. I don’t care if it pops.
She exhales hard, again and again. Soon the neck begins bulging out. She inspects it, feeling much more satisfied now. She’s about to tie it off, but hesitates.
If I tie it, I’ll never know how big it would’ve got. I guess I better find out for future reference. She thinks, taking a deep breath. Alaya realises this is making her more excited. Almost as much as yesterday.
The balloon gets impossibly tight. Alaya knows she’s not going to give up though. She keeps going, fighting with the neck that keeps trying to force its way into her mouth. Eventually it goes bang.
Alaya was not expecting it to be so violent. She could feel the shockwave from it. She pants, looking at the mess it made. There’s tiny pieces of latex everywhere.
I did that! She thinks, immediately grabbing another. This is so much fun!
Alaya blows it up as fast as she can, not slowing down, until it bursts. Her hands shaking, she takes another.
Why’s this making me so horny? I must look so weird. Alaya continues blowing more balloons up until they explode in her face until the living room is decorated with colourful shards.
Halfway through the pack, she decides to change things up a bit. This time she blows a few balloons until they’re tight, then ties them. Alaya hesitantly sits on one, making the neck bulge out from between her legs.
What would Ian think if he came home now?
The balloon doesn’t pop even when she sits on it with all her weight. Alaya decides to use it as a cushion. She opens the packet of modelling balloons, excitedly bringing it up to her lips. She’s never blown one of these up before.
Alaya struggles to blow any air in at first. She stretches it and blows hard. Once she’s started it, it’s much easier to blow. Each breath makes the balloon grow horizontally away from her. She places her hand on the end, loving how each breath makes it extend by a few inches.
Oh, I like these. She thinks. Soon the balloon is too long for her to feel the end. She looks in a mirror on the wall opposite, seeing the balloon grow towards the end.
A final puff makes the drip point expand and become a ring.
It must be full now. It’s so tight! Alaya realises the balloon is curved slightly.
Did I blow it too big? Maybe I wasn’t meant to fill it completely to the end. I wonder if it’s going to pop.
Alaya takes a deep breath and blows as hard as she can. It’s so tight, she expects it to burst. Nothing seems to happen. She tries again. This time, a small neck appears.
Alaya becomes more excited and keeps blowing. The neck grows longer and touches her lips. She tries to finish it off, but it becomes difficult to blow. Eventually she gives in.
As she tries to tie it, the balloon she’s sitting on bursts suddenly. Alaya gasps. The pops are definitely turning her on. She brings the long balloon up to her mouth and bites it hard.
It stings her lips, but she doesn’t care. She grabs one of the inflated balloons and squeezes it against her chest. It resists, squeaking loudly as Alaya hugs it harder and harder until it bursts.
Did Francis feel like this? She did seem to enjoy popping them. Alaya finishes off the rest by digging her nails in. She then grabs a handful of fresh balloons and runs to the bedroom.
I’m going to get myself off, then put the rest of these balloons away. No one needs to know about this. Alaya undresses and begins touching herself while blowing up another balloon.
She knows it’s going to pop loudly if she just keeps blowing. The thought drives her wild. As the balloon starts getting really tight, Alaya feels an orgasm coming.
Already? That was quick. She blows faster, trying to finish it before she climaxes.
The sight of the overinflated balloon combined with the smell of latex is almost overwhelming. It brings her back to the party. She can almost hear Francis giggling as she blows her balloon bigger.
A loud bang sends her over the edge. Alaya’s last thought before the wave of pleasure hits, is Francis flinching from the pop and staring right into her eyes with a knowing look.
Once she’s recovered, Alaya runs to the living room to hide the rest of the balloons before Ian comes home. She notices all the mess she’s made.
I’ll never clear all those shards up before he returns. Maybe I should tell him... Would he play with me? Alaya is torn. She wants someone to pop balloons with, but would he understand?
Alaya decides to leave the living room as it is, wanting Ian to ask what she was doing.
Maybe I can find something online. Surely I’m not the only person to like popping balloons this much. Alaya gets out her laptop, wondering what to search. She decides to start simple.
She types “blowing balloons until they pop” into google to see what’ll come up. Alaya isn’t expecting to find much, and is pleasantly surprised to see a video of a woman with a huge balloon against her lips. She can’t resist clicking on it.
As she watches the young woman blow the balloon bigger and bigger, she begins getting horny again.
She even looks a little like Francis. Alaya thinks. The balloon gets huge and eventually pops. Wanting to see more, she clicks on their profile.
She’s delighted to see many more balloon related videos. One catches her eye. It’s titled “riding balloons until they burst”
Alaya opens it and watches the same woman grinding a balloon against the arm of her sofa. Towards the end, she even begins moaning a little.
She likes this as much as me! Alaya thinks. The next video is the woman popping balloons in someone’s lap. It’s obviously meant to be sexual. At the end they begin dry humping one another.
Alaya can’t believe what she’s watching. Perhaps she wasn’t so strange after all. She does a bit more googling, finding more and more information. There’s shops, forums, wiki pages, videos, everything you could imagine.
I’ll show Ian all this and see if he’s curious. I’m sure he’ll experiment with me if I really want him too.
When Ian gets home, he immediately notices the shards.
“What happened here, Alaya? It looks like a bomb has gone off.” He asks.
“Many bombs. Latex bombs.” She throws a packet of balloons on the coffee table. “I had a bit of fun.”
“I can see that. Did you get bored? Where’d you get them, anyway?”
“Bought them while shopping.” Alaya replies.
“I didn’t know we were planning any parties. I hope you’re not expecting me to clear this up.”
“Umm, can we talk? I want to tell you what happened yesterday. With Francis...”
Ian sits down and listens as Alaya explains what happened at the party. She goes on to tell him about her experiments earlier and what she found online. Ian remains silent until she’s finished.
“So, yeah... That’s about it. I hope you don’t find it too weird. You don’t have to get involved or anything, I just thought I’d better tell you.” Alaya finishes.
“I guess there’s worse fetishes out there. At least this is pretty innocent. If you want to play with balloons, go have fun. I won’t stop you. And as for Francis... I don’t see the harm in you two playing. Just so long you don’t forget about me.” Says Ian.
Alaya wasn’t expecting that last bit. She never considered telling Francis about this.
“I’m glad you’re not too put off by it. Umm, don’t suppose you’d give it a go?” Alaya asks hesitantly.
“What would you want me to do?”
“Just blow some balloons up for me to start.”
“Well I can certainly do that.” Ian takes a balloon from the packet. “Want me to start now?”
“Yes please!” Alaya can’t believe he is doing this for her.
Ian blows much faster than Alaya is expecting. He soon has the balloon full. The moisture from his breath is running down the side of the balloon. Alaya wants it to burst in her face.
“How big do you want me to blow it? Is this enough.” He asks.
“Can you blow until it pops?” Alaya asks, trying to contain her excitement.
“Do I have too?” Ian looks nervous.
“Please? It’ll get me all wet.” She wasn’t expecting Ian to be scared.
“I guess I can try. I hate balloons popping, but it’s for you after all.” He hesitantly brings the balloon back to his lips, unloading a huge breath, making the neck expand. Alaya watches it grow longer and longer until Ian struggles to keep hold of it.
“I didn’t think it would be this hard. How big do they go?” He asks.
“Not much bigger. Come on finish it!”
“Will it be loud?”
“What do you think? Of course it will. Just pop it!”
“I really don’t think I can...” Ian starts. He breaks off when Alaya starts striping off. He puts another breath in, not looking at the balloon anymore. His eyes are on Alaya now. He keeps blowing, getting more desperate to pop it now his fear is growing.
It suddenly explodes. Alaya lets out a gasp and starts touching herself.
“Do it again!” She cries. Ian stares at her in shock.
“You’re telling me you actually enjoy that? I don’t know how you can do it. You’re much braver than me.” Says Ian.
“Please don’t stop.” Alaya much prefers someone blowing for her. It’s so much more exciting.
“I can’t. My ears are still ringing. You’ll have to find someone else to do this for you. You said Francis seemed to enjoy it. Ask her.”
“But I can’t fuck her. I want to do you while you blow.” Alaya complains.
“I’m sure you could. You said she turned you on. I’m sorry, I don’t think I can pop any more.”
“But I don’t know if Francis likes it the same way. Blow one up and ride it against me if you’re too scared to pop.” Alaya didn’t think Ian would be such a coward.
Ian reluctantly agrees. Alaya makes him blow one of the bigger balloons. She has to encourage him to keep blowing.
“It’s nowhere near full. Blow until it’s tight!” She demands.
“But it’s so big.” Ian complains.
“You’ll keep blowing, or I’ll take it off you and finish it.”
Eventually Ian has blown it to a decent size. Alaya lies on the sofa and asks him to undress. Then she places the balloon between her legs.
Ian hesitantly climbs on top. At first he barely puts any weight on the balloon. Alaya sees him grow hard as he begins bouncing. He presses his cock against the balloon, getting more confident now.
Soon he’s thrusting hard, making the neck shoot out.
“Feel good?” Alaya asks. Ian just grunts in reply. Suddenly he explodes all over the balloon.
Alaya sighs. She was hoping it would last longer than this. She pulls Ian back down as he tries to get up.
“Let’s go again.” She says.
“It’s going to pop!” He cries as the neck bulges.
“It won’t yet. Ride it again, it was just getting good.”
“I can’t.”
Alaya grabs the balloon angrily and digs her nails in making it burst. Ian quickly runs to the bathroom before she can pop any more.
Alaya gets dressed. I thought he would enjoy it more than that. Why’s he so scared? I wonder what Francis would think about all this.
Alaya gets her phone and texts Francis to see if she’s free tonight. She needs a playmate!
She arrives at Francis’s house a few hours later. She’s home alone which was perfect. Alaya has her pockets stuffed with balloons.
Francis opens the door. “Hey, this rather unexpected. You okay?” She asks.
Alaya starts into her amber eyes, completely forgetting what she was going to say.
“Um, can we talk?” She says, feeling a little nervous now. How is she going to take this?
“Of course, come in. You can tell me anything, you know that.” Francis leads her to the living room and sits her on the sofa.
“So, what’s on your mind?” Francis sits pretty close to her, almost touching.
“Um...” Alaya’s throat suddenly goes dry.
“Is it about Ian?”
“No, it’s... About what happened at the party yesterday.”
“What about it? Did I miss something?”
“Can you get me a drink?” Alaya asks.
“Sure, what do you want?”
“Something strong.”
Francis gives her a curious glance. She goes to the kitchen and brings back two glasses of wine. She hands one to Alaya.
“Come on then, tell me what happened yesterday that’s got you so worked up.” She says.
“It’s about you. Something you did kinda got me going and I can’t stop thinking about it.” Alaya takes a big sip from her glass.
“Oh really? What did I do?”
“It was with the balloons...” Alaya feels uncomfortable. There’s no going back now.
“You mean when I sat on your lap and helped you pop that balloon? Sorry, it was just a bit of fun. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”
“Sort of. It was other stuff as well. The way you were blowing up those balloons...” Alaya wants Francis to start blowing one now.
“Was I accidentally flirting with you? I’ve been told off for that before, I don’t even realise I’m doing it half the time.”
“I thought... Never mind, I should probably go.” Alaya says, suddenly wanting to just go home. This isn’t going the way she imagined.
“Wait.” Francis grabs her arm. “Tell me what you’re thinking. Why did you come? There’s something you want, I can see it in your eyes.” She places a hand on Alaya’s shoulder. “You don’t fancy me do you?” Francis giggles.
Alaya feels herself going red and looks away.
“You do! Come to think of it, I did notice you acting a bit weird at the party.” Says Francis. “You kept catching my eye and looking away. You know this’ll never work though. We’ve both got boyfriends. Have you felt like this for a while?”
“Just since yesterday.” Alaya murmurs.
Francis sighs. “We can cuddle if you want. I do like you, but not like that. Well, I mean... I guess in another life... You are kinda cute.” She takes Alaya’s hands.
Alaya suddenly has the urge to kiss her. She manages to suppress it though. Francis suddenly notices something. Alaya realises the balloons in her pocket have spilled out.
Why did I bring so many? How am I going to explain this?
“You’ve brought balloons I see. Was you hoping I’d sit on your lap again? I can if you really want. Or is there more to it? That’s a lot of balloons, Alaya.” Francis begins stretching one of the balloons.
Alaya feels excitement and a little fear growing. Would Francis start popping for her?
When she doesn’t answer, Francis drops the balloon.
“Tell me what it is you want. Don’t be shy. I can’t promise anything though. We’re both in relationships after all.”
“Can you... Blow up a balloon... Until it pops?” Says Alaya quietly.
“That’s all you’re after? You should’ve just said at the beginning. Can I ask why though?” Francis seems curious.
“It umm... Turns me on. I don’t know why, it just does. Ian is scared of popping so he won’t do it for me.”
“That explains a lot. Do you have a thing for me, or is it just because I was blowing balloons? If it’s just the balloons, that makes things simpler.”
“I don’t know.” Alaya admits.
“Okay, well I can satisfy your... balloon lust shall we call it? I love balloons, so I don’t mind in the slightest.” Francis picks one and gives it a good stretch. “I’m blowing it until it goes bang then?”
“Yes!” Alaya can’t believe this is actually happening. Francis takes a sip of wine and starts to blow. She locks eyes with Alaya, blowing hard.
Alaya is completely turned on already.
This is even more exciting than yesterday! She knows she’s making me horny. She thinks, getting a little fidgety as the balloon grows tight.
“Ever done this yourself?” Francis asks.
“I did it earlier.” She replies.
“Find it scary?” Francis puts a long breath in, making the neck fill up.
“Not really.”
“I do. I love it though. I guess we’re a perfect match.” Francis continues blowing.
Alaya shuffles closer and touches the balloon. It’s so hard.
“Hold it if you want.” Says Francis, putting in small firm breaths.
Alaya gently takes the balloon in both hands. She nervously meets Francis’s gaze. This is much more intimate than I expected. Her eyes are beautiful. Does she know I’m thinking about her? Would she let me kiss her? Probably not.
The balloon suddenly explodes, making them both jump. Francis giggles, while Alaya stares at her intently. She can smell Francis’s scent, mixed in with the smell of latex.
“You okay? That was loud, wasn’t it?” Francis pulls a shard out on Alaya’s hair.
“Can I...” Alaya begins nervously.
“What is it?” Francis takes one of her hands. “Tell me want you want sweetie.”
“Can I kiss you?” Alaya doesn’t think she’ll be allowed, but it doesn’t hurt to try, right?
“Alaya... You know we shouldn’t.”
“It’s just... I want to try it.”
“This isn’t going to end well... Fine, just a quick one. Don’t tell anyone, alright? I can hardly refuse you, you’re too cute.”
Alaya quickly leans in and gives Francis an awkward kiss on the lips. It’s over much too fast. It reminds Alaya of her first kiss. Not something she ever wanted to repeat. She had got the courage to kiss a boy she liked, but lost her nerve and ran away after.
“Oh, you’re adorable, but if we’re gonna do this, let’s do it properly. You don’t kiss Ian like that do you? Come here.” Francis pulls her closer.
Does she want this as much as me? Alaya wonders. Francis gently pushes Alaya onto her back and climbs on top of her. She begins to kiss her soft, but insistently.
Her lips are warm and wet. Alaya relaxes and lets Francis take control. She’s completely engulfed in her sweet scent.
Alaya becomes very aroused, but tries not to show it. She doesn’t want Francis to stop. If she kisses back harder, Francis might break it up.
Eventually, Francis pulls back, a line of salvia connecting their lips.
“That was nice, but we should stop. I really shouldn’t have agreed to this...” Francis doesn’t move though. She just stares deeply into Alaya’s eyes.
She’s waiting for me to beg her for more! She just needs an excuse.
“Just one more? We’re not hurting anyone. No one’s ever kissed me like that before.” Says Alaya.
“What about Ian? Doesn’t he kiss you?”
“I’m kinda in control in the bedroom. He’s really submissive, but don’t tell him I said that. What about your boyfriend?”
“He doesn’t really enjoy kissing. Only does it when drunk, or if he knows I’m gonna fuck him.” Francis replies.
“Kiss me then. No one will find out.”
“Alaya... If I do it again, I’m not going to be able to stop. That turned me on more than I was expecting.” Francis stares longingly at her.
“We don’t have to stop. We could... take it all the way...”
“No, we can’t...”
“Please? Just this once. I want to know what it’s like.”
Francis sighs. “What have you done to me?” She suddenly launches at Alaya, kissing her much harder than before.
Alaya can’t remember ever feeling this good. There was only one thing that could make this better...
Francis begins to undress her, ripping her shirt off and kissing roughly. She reaches for Alaya’s jeans.
“Wait!” Alaya cries.
“Don’t tell me you’ve got second thoughts now.”
“Before we continue, can you blow another balloon?”
“Really? Right now? Can’t it wait?” Asks Francis, her eyes full of lust.
“Please? A big one. Until it pops. Then I’m yours.”
“If you really want me too.” Francis sighs, reluctantly grabbing a balloon.
“No, blow this one.” Alaya takes a bigger balloon out her pocket and hands it to Francis.
She takes it, putting in a big breath without bothering to stretch it. Francis blows it bigger and bigger, not slowing down until the neck begins to fill. She pauses to look at it.
“Wow, these are really big. Maybe we could fill a room with them some day.” Francis suggests.
“Yes! I’d love that.” Alaya replies.
“I guess I better keep blowing. It’s not going to pop itself. I bet these are really loud too.”
“Scared?”
“A little. I’ve never blown a balloon as big as this. I wonder if you can get even bigger balloons.” Francis wonders, exhaling hard into the bulging neck.
“You can. I’ve seen them online. Some are bigger than you. We should get some. Now hurry up and pop this!” Alaya puts her hands on the side of the balloon.
“This is really turning you on, isn’t it?” Says Francis. “I can see it in your eyes.” She blows softly, staring at Alaya through the balloon.
Alaya licks the tight shiny orb. She knows it could pop any second. There’s droplets condensing inside the balloon from Francis’s breath. Alaya hopes they’ll spray everywhere when it bursts.
Francis struggles to finish it off. She certainly looks more nervous than earlier. When it explodes, tiny pieces of latex fly everywhere. Alaya feels a warm mist of spit hit her face. It smells strongly of Francis.
Alaya takes the mouthpiece from Francis’s lips, and places it in her own. It’s all wet from her saliva.
I could just kiss her, but there’s something about putting something that’s been in her mouth in my lips that feels so good. Alaya thinks.
“What’re you doing?” Francis asks.
“I can taste you on the balloon.” Alaya replies.
“That’s hot. You could get it from the source though. I won’t stop you.”
“This is better. It feels so naughty.” Alaya picks up another balloon and hands it to Francis.
“Do I have to do it again?” She asks.
“No, just put it in your mouth.” Alaya instructs. Francis does what she’s told. Alaya takes it back, smelling it before sucking the saliva off.
Just doing this is turning me on. Alaya makes sure the nozzle is covered in her spit before handing it back to Francis.
Francis gingerly takes it, looking slightly repulsed.
“I suppose you want me to put that back in my mouth...” She asks, look up at Alaya.
“Yes!”
“Eww, it’s so slimy. I can’t believe you’re making me do this.” Francis brings it to her lips and puts the whole neck in her mouth. She sucks it, getting it as wet as possible.
“One more, then we’re done.” Says Francis, handing back the soggy balloon. “I’m sure this could be a fetish”
Alaya eagerly takes it back, savouring the smell and taste of it. This would satisfy me even if she didn’t want to kiss. She thinks, offering Francis the balloon.
“No thanks, can we finish what we started now?” Francis climbs onto Alaya’s lap, giving her a quick kiss before pulling her jeans off.
Alaya lies on her back as Francis begins to grind against her. She never imagined the evening ending like this.
Francis grabs her tightly and sighs into her ear, beginning to get rougher. Her hair covers Alaya’s face.
Alaya suddenly grabs Francis’s face and pulls her down to kiss her. Francis half heartedly returns the kiss, obviously in too much pleasure to concentrate.
Alaya covers her mouth, giving Francis her tongue. Francis tries to pull back but Alaya doesn’t let her. She makes Francis squirm as she thrusts her tongue deeper.
Alaya manages to get on top, holding Francis down and kissing messily. She climaxes pretty quickly, overwhelmed by the taste of her friend.
Francis wriggles out and wipes her mouth.
“Yuk, you’ve got spit all over me.” She complains.
“That’s so hot!” Alaya grabs her hands excitedly. “Use me to finish yourself off.”
“Yeah, okay...” Francis mounts her, looking a little uncomfortable now. She soon gets back into it, bringing herself to orgasm by grinding into Alaya’s leg. As soon as she’s done, Francis starts getting dressed.
“We shouldn’t of done that.” She says.
“Why? Didn’t you enjoy it?” Alaya asks.
“It didn’t feel right. I kept worrying about my boyfriend finding us. Maybe you should go... He’ll be coming back before long.” Says Francis.
“Can we do it again sometime? I really enjoyed it.”
“I don’t know. We really shouldn’t. Let’s talk about this another time. Don’t forget your balloons.”
Alaya heads home, feeling slightly disappointed. That might’ve been the last time she’ll ever get to experience that.
At least it was fun while it lasted. Maybe I’ll be able to get her going again, we’ll have to see.
Alaya has just finished with her weekly shop and is heading to the checkout, when she goes past the party supplies. She hesitates, noticing a bag of balloons.
Alaya remembers how Francis blowing and popping yesterday had turned her on.
Was it the balloons, or just the way she interacted with them? She wonders. Maybe I should buy a bag and find out...
Alaya puts the nearest packet in her trolley, and is about to leave when she spots some bigger balloons nearby. She can’t help but grab a bag of them too. Next to them is what looks like modelling balloons but bigger.
46 inches long? Wow, I bet those are fun. Alaya puts those in too. Another packet catches her eye, but someone appears and it puts her off.
As she gets near the checkout, Alaya gets a little nervous.
What do I say if they ask what all the balloons are for? I guess I’ll say it’s for a party. I hope they don’t want details. A friend’s birthday, that’ll do. Alaya thinks quickly.
As the cashier scans the balloons, Alaya feels her heart rate increasing. She doesn’t know why it’s making her so nervous. After she’s payed, she quickly walks back to the car, feeling relived.
What will I do with all those balloons? Ian will think I’ve gone mad.
When she’s unpacked the shopping, Alaya brings the balloons to the living room. She sits down on the sofa and opens one of the packets. The balloons look bigger than the ones from the party.
I guess I’ll just blow a few up and see if I feel the same as yesterday. She thinks, taking a balloon and stretching it.
Alaya takes a deep breath and begins to blow, feeling a bit awkward.
Am I just going to blow it up and let the air out? What am I doing? This is so weird. Alaya keeps going through, feeling the latex grow tight. She doesn’t feel quite the same way as yesterday, but decides to keep going regardless.
Oh wow, this is pretty big. Maybe I should keep going and see how big it’ll go. The neck begins filling up as Alaya continues blowing. The balloon is almost the size of her body and is getting bigger with each breath.
She hesitates as the neck presses against her lips. Will I know when it’s about to pop? It’ll probably get really hard to blow. She thinks.
Alaya steadily blows it bigger, not knowing how big these balloons are supposed to be. The size and tightness make her nervous, but it’s still easy to blow, so she doesn’t think it’ll pop yet.
Maybe I should stop. I’m pretty sure I’ve blown it way too big. She thinks, holding the balloon at arm’s length and staring at it.
The balloon suddenly explodes. Alaya gasps in shock. It was far louder than she could’ve imagined. She sits in awe, looking at how far the pieces have traveled. She slowly takes another balloon from the pack.
At least I know when to stop now. She thinks.
Alaya realises the pop had turned her on a little. She starts to blow up the second balloon.
She doesn’t slow down until the neck is completely full.
What now? Do I keep blowing until it pops? It was exciting. Alaya adds a few more breaths, then stops. I’ll save it for later. She thinks, struggling to tie it off.
Next, she opens the packet of party balloons. They look quite a bit smaller than the one she had just blown up. Alaya blows it up quickly, feeling a little turned on. No where near as horny as she felt when Francis was blowing though.
Maybe it’s her I like. I hope not, we’re both in relationships, it would never work.
The balloon suddenly becomes very hard, making Alaya stop blowing. It doesn’t even have a neck yet. She thinks. Well, I’m not stopping until it does. I don’t care if it pops.
She exhales hard, again and again. Soon the neck begins bulging out. She inspects it, feeling much more satisfied now. She’s about to tie it off, but hesitates.
If I tie it, I’ll never know how big it would’ve got. I guess I better find out for future reference. She thinks, taking a deep breath. Alaya realises this is making her more excited. Almost as much as yesterday.
The balloon gets impossibly tight. Alaya knows she’s not going to give up though. She keeps going, fighting with the neck that keeps trying to force its way into her mouth. Eventually it goes bang.
Alaya was not expecting it to be so violent. She could feel the shockwave from it. She pants, looking at the mess it made. There’s tiny pieces of latex everywhere.
I did that! She thinks, immediately grabbing another. This is so much fun!
Alaya blows it up as fast as she can, not slowing down, until it bursts. Her hands shaking, she takes another.
Why’s this making me so horny? I must look so weird. Alaya continues blowing more balloons up until they explode in her face until the living room is decorated with colourful shards.
Halfway through the pack, she decides to change things up a bit. This time she blows a few balloons until they’re tight, then ties them. Alaya hesitantly sits on one, making the neck bulge out from between her legs.
What would Ian think if he came home now?
The balloon doesn’t pop even when she sits on it with all her weight. Alaya decides to use it as a cushion. She opens the packet of modelling balloons, excitedly bringing it up to her lips. She’s never blown one of these up before.
Alaya struggles to blow any air in at first. She stretches it and blows hard. Once she’s started it, it’s much easier to blow. Each breath makes the balloon grow horizontally away from her. She places her hand on the end, loving how each breath makes it extend by a few inches.
Oh, I like these. She thinks. Soon the balloon is too long for her to feel the end. She looks in a mirror on the wall opposite, seeing the balloon grow towards the end.
A final puff makes the drip point expand and become a ring.
It must be full now. It’s so tight! Alaya realises the balloon is curved slightly.
Did I blow it too big? Maybe I wasn’t meant to fill it completely to the end. I wonder if it’s going to pop.
Alaya takes a deep breath and blows as hard as she can. It’s so tight, she expects it to burst. Nothing seems to happen. She tries again. This time, a small neck appears.
Alaya becomes more excited and keeps blowing. The neck grows longer and touches her lips. She tries to finish it off, but it becomes difficult to blow. Eventually she gives in.
As she tries to tie it, the balloon she’s sitting on bursts suddenly. Alaya gasps. The pops are definitely turning her on. She brings the long balloon up to her mouth and bites it hard.
It stings her lips, but she doesn’t care. She grabs one of the inflated balloons and squeezes it against her chest. It resists, squeaking loudly as Alaya hugs it harder and harder until it bursts.
Did Francis feel like this? She did seem to enjoy popping them. Alaya finishes off the rest by digging her nails in. She then grabs a handful of fresh balloons and runs to the bedroom.
I’m going to get myself off, then put the rest of these balloons away. No one needs to know about this. Alaya undresses and begins touching herself while blowing up another balloon.
She knows it’s going to pop loudly if she just keeps blowing. The thought drives her wild. As the balloon starts getting really tight, Alaya feels an orgasm coming.
Already? That was quick. She blows faster, trying to finish it before she climaxes.
The sight of the overinflated balloon combined with the smell of latex is almost overwhelming. It brings her back to the party. She can almost hear Francis giggling as she blows her balloon bigger.
A loud bang sends her over the edge. Alaya’s last thought before the wave of pleasure hits, is Francis flinching from the pop and staring right into her eyes with a knowing look.
Once she’s recovered, Alaya runs to the living room to hide the rest of the balloons before Ian comes home. She notices all the mess she’s made.
I’ll never clear all those shards up before he returns. Maybe I should tell him... Would he play with me? Alaya is torn. She wants someone to pop balloons with, but would he understand?
Alaya decides to leave the living room as it is, wanting Ian to ask what she was doing.
Maybe I can find something online. Surely I’m not the only person to like popping balloons this much. Alaya gets out her laptop, wondering what to search. She decides to start simple.
She types “blowing balloons until they pop” into google to see what’ll come up. Alaya isn’t expecting to find much, and is pleasantly surprised to see a video of a woman with a huge balloon against her lips. She can’t resist clicking on it.
As she watches the young woman blow the balloon bigger and bigger, she begins getting horny again.
She even looks a little like Francis. Alaya thinks. The balloon gets huge and eventually pops. Wanting to see more, she clicks on their profile.
She’s delighted to see many more balloon related videos. One catches her eye. It’s titled “riding balloons until they burst”
Alaya opens it and watches the same woman grinding a balloon against the arm of her sofa. Towards the end, she even begins moaning a little.
She likes this as much as me! Alaya thinks. The next video is the woman popping balloons in someone’s lap. It’s obviously meant to be sexual. At the end they begin dry humping one another.
Alaya can’t believe what she’s watching. Perhaps she wasn’t so strange after all. She does a bit more googling, finding more and more information. There’s shops, forums, wiki pages, videos, everything you could imagine.
I’ll show Ian all this and see if he’s curious. I’m sure he’ll experiment with me if I really want him too.
When Ian gets home, he immediately notices the shards.
“What happened here, Alaya? It looks like a bomb has gone off.” He asks.
“Many bombs. Latex bombs.” She throws a packet of balloons on the coffee table. “I had a bit of fun.”
“I can see that. Did you get bored? Where’d you get them, anyway?”
“Bought them while shopping.” Alaya replies.
“I didn’t know we were planning any parties. I hope you’re not expecting me to clear this up.”
“Umm, can we talk? I want to tell you what happened yesterday. With Francis...”
Ian sits down and listens as Alaya explains what happened at the party. She goes on to tell him about her experiments earlier and what she found online. Ian remains silent until she’s finished.
“So, yeah... That’s about it. I hope you don’t find it too weird. You don’t have to get involved or anything, I just thought I’d better tell you.” Alaya finishes.
“I guess there’s worse fetishes out there. At least this is pretty innocent. If you want to play with balloons, go have fun. I won’t stop you. And as for Francis... I don’t see the harm in you two playing. Just so long you don’t forget about me.” Says Ian.
Alaya wasn’t expecting that last bit. She never considered telling Francis about this.
“I’m glad you’re not too put off by it. Umm, don’t suppose you’d give it a go?” Alaya asks hesitantly.
“What would you want me to do?”
“Just blow some balloons up for me to start.”
“Well I can certainly do that.” Ian takes a balloon from the packet. “Want me to start now?”
“Yes please!” Alaya can’t believe he is doing this for her.
Ian blows much faster than Alaya is expecting. He soon has the balloon full. The moisture from his breath is running down the side of the balloon. Alaya wants it to burst in her face.
“How big do you want me to blow it? Is this enough.” He asks.
“Can you blow until it pops?” Alaya asks, trying to contain her excitement.
“Do I have too?” Ian looks nervous.
“Please? It’ll get me all wet.” She wasn’t expecting Ian to be scared.
“I guess I can try. I hate balloons popping, but it’s for you after all.” He hesitantly brings the balloon back to his lips, unloading a huge breath, making the neck expand. Alaya watches it grow longer and longer until Ian struggles to keep hold of it.
“I didn’t think it would be this hard. How big do they go?” He asks.
“Not much bigger. Come on finish it!”
“Will it be loud?”
“What do you think? Of course it will. Just pop it!”
“I really don’t think I can...” Ian starts. He breaks off when Alaya starts striping off. He puts another breath in, not looking at the balloon anymore. His eyes are on Alaya now. He keeps blowing, getting more desperate to pop it now his fear is growing.
It suddenly explodes. Alaya lets out a gasp and starts touching herself.
“Do it again!” She cries. Ian stares at her in shock.
“You’re telling me you actually enjoy that? I don’t know how you can do it. You’re much braver than me.” Says Ian.
“Please don’t stop.” Alaya much prefers someone blowing for her. It’s so much more exciting.
“I can’t. My ears are still ringing. You’ll have to find someone else to do this for you. You said Francis seemed to enjoy it. Ask her.”
“But I can’t fuck her. I want to do you while you blow.” Alaya complains.
“I’m sure you could. You said she turned you on. I’m sorry, I don’t think I can pop any more.”
“But I don’t know if Francis likes it the same way. Blow one up and ride it against me if you’re too scared to pop.” Alaya didn’t think Ian would be such a coward.
Ian reluctantly agrees. Alaya makes him blow one of the bigger balloons. She has to encourage him to keep blowing.
“It’s nowhere near full. Blow until it’s tight!” She demands.
“But it’s so big.” Ian complains.
“You’ll keep blowing, or I’ll take it off you and finish it.”
Eventually Ian has blown it to a decent size. Alaya lies on the sofa and asks him to undress. Then she places the balloon between her legs.
Ian hesitantly climbs on top. At first he barely puts any weight on the balloon. Alaya sees him grow hard as he begins bouncing. He presses his cock against the balloon, getting more confident now.
Soon he’s thrusting hard, making the neck shoot out.
“Feel good?” Alaya asks. Ian just grunts in reply. Suddenly he explodes all over the balloon.
Alaya sighs. She was hoping it would last longer than this. She pulls Ian back down as he tries to get up.
“Let’s go again.” She says.
“It’s going to pop!” He cries as the neck bulges.
“It won’t yet. Ride it again, it was just getting good.”
“I can’t.”
Alaya grabs the balloon angrily and digs her nails in making it burst. Ian quickly runs to the bathroom before she can pop any more.
Alaya gets dressed. I thought he would enjoy it more than that. Why’s he so scared? I wonder what Francis would think about all this.
Alaya gets her phone and texts Francis to see if she’s free tonight. She needs a playmate!
She arrives at Francis’s house a few hours later. She’s home alone which was perfect. Alaya has her pockets stuffed with balloons.
Francis opens the door. “Hey, this rather unexpected. You okay?” She asks.
Alaya starts into her amber eyes, completely forgetting what she was going to say.
“Um, can we talk?” She says, feeling a little nervous now. How is she going to take this?
“Of course, come in. You can tell me anything, you know that.” Francis leads her to the living room and sits her on the sofa.
“So, what’s on your mind?” Francis sits pretty close to her, almost touching.
“Um...” Alaya’s throat suddenly goes dry.
“Is it about Ian?”
“No, it’s... About what happened at the party yesterday.”
“What about it? Did I miss something?”
“Can you get me a drink?” Alaya asks.
“Sure, what do you want?”
“Something strong.”
Francis gives her a curious glance. She goes to the kitchen and brings back two glasses of wine. She hands one to Alaya.
“Come on then, tell me what happened yesterday that’s got you so worked up.” She says.
“It’s about you. Something you did kinda got me going and I can’t stop thinking about it.” Alaya takes a big sip from her glass.
“Oh really? What did I do?”
“It was with the balloons...” Alaya feels uncomfortable. There’s no going back now.
“You mean when I sat on your lap and helped you pop that balloon? Sorry, it was just a bit of fun. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”
“Sort of. It was other stuff as well. The way you were blowing up those balloons...” Alaya wants Francis to start blowing one now.
“Was I accidentally flirting with you? I’ve been told off for that before, I don’t even realise I’m doing it half the time.”
“I thought... Never mind, I should probably go.” Alaya says, suddenly wanting to just go home. This isn’t going the way she imagined.
“Wait.” Francis grabs her arm. “Tell me what you’re thinking. Why did you come? There’s something you want, I can see it in your eyes.” She places a hand on Alaya’s shoulder. “You don’t fancy me do you?” Francis giggles.
Alaya feels herself going red and looks away.
“You do! Come to think of it, I did notice you acting a bit weird at the party.” Says Francis. “You kept catching my eye and looking away. You know this’ll never work though. We’ve both got boyfriends. Have you felt like this for a while?”
“Just since yesterday.” Alaya murmurs.
Francis sighs. “We can cuddle if you want. I do like you, but not like that. Well, I mean... I guess in another life... You are kinda cute.” She takes Alaya’s hands.
Alaya suddenly has the urge to kiss her. She manages to suppress it though. Francis suddenly notices something. Alaya realises the balloons in her pocket have spilled out.
Why did I bring so many? How am I going to explain this?
“You’ve brought balloons I see. Was you hoping I’d sit on your lap again? I can if you really want. Or is there more to it? That’s a lot of balloons, Alaya.” Francis begins stretching one of the balloons.
Alaya feels excitement and a little fear growing. Would Francis start popping for her?
When she doesn’t answer, Francis drops the balloon.
“Tell me what it is you want. Don’t be shy. I can’t promise anything though. We’re both in relationships after all.”
“Can you... Blow up a balloon... Until it pops?” Says Alaya quietly.
“That’s all you’re after? You should’ve just said at the beginning. Can I ask why though?” Francis seems curious.
“It umm... Turns me on. I don’t know why, it just does. Ian is scared of popping so he won’t do it for me.”
“That explains a lot. Do you have a thing for me, or is it just because I was blowing balloons? If it’s just the balloons, that makes things simpler.”
“I don’t know.” Alaya admits.
“Okay, well I can satisfy your... balloon lust shall we call it? I love balloons, so I don’t mind in the slightest.” Francis picks one and gives it a good stretch. “I’m blowing it until it goes bang then?”
“Yes!” Alaya can’t believe this is actually happening. Francis takes a sip of wine and starts to blow. She locks eyes with Alaya, blowing hard.
Alaya is completely turned on already.
This is even more exciting than yesterday! She knows she’s making me horny. She thinks, getting a little fidgety as the balloon grows tight.
“Ever done this yourself?” Francis asks.
“I did it earlier.” She replies.
“Find it scary?” Francis puts a long breath in, making the neck fill up.
“Not really.”
“I do. I love it though. I guess we’re a perfect match.” Francis continues blowing.
Alaya shuffles closer and touches the balloon. It’s so hard.
“Hold it if you want.” Says Francis, putting in small firm breaths.
Alaya gently takes the balloon in both hands. She nervously meets Francis’s gaze. This is much more intimate than I expected. Her eyes are beautiful. Does she know I’m thinking about her? Would she let me kiss her? Probably not.
The balloon suddenly explodes, making them both jump. Francis giggles, while Alaya stares at her intently. She can smell Francis’s scent, mixed in with the smell of latex.
“You okay? That was loud, wasn’t it?” Francis pulls a shard out on Alaya’s hair.
“Can I...” Alaya begins nervously.
“What is it?” Francis takes one of her hands. “Tell me want you want sweetie.”
“Can I kiss you?” Alaya doesn’t think she’ll be allowed, but it doesn’t hurt to try, right?
“Alaya... You know we shouldn’t.”
“It’s just... I want to try it.”
“This isn’t going to end well... Fine, just a quick one. Don’t tell anyone, alright? I can hardly refuse you, you’re too cute.”
Alaya quickly leans in and gives Francis an awkward kiss on the lips. It’s over much too fast. It reminds Alaya of her first kiss. Not something she ever wanted to repeat. She had got the courage to kiss a boy she liked, but lost her nerve and ran away after.
“Oh, you’re adorable, but if we’re gonna do this, let’s do it properly. You don’t kiss Ian like that do you? Come here.” Francis pulls her closer.
Does she want this as much as me? Alaya wonders. Francis gently pushes Alaya onto her back and climbs on top of her. She begins to kiss her soft, but insistently.
Her lips are warm and wet. Alaya relaxes and lets Francis take control. She’s completely engulfed in her sweet scent.
Alaya becomes very aroused, but tries not to show it. She doesn’t want Francis to stop. If she kisses back harder, Francis might break it up.
Eventually, Francis pulls back, a line of salvia connecting their lips.
“That was nice, but we should stop. I really shouldn’t have agreed to this...” Francis doesn’t move though. She just stares deeply into Alaya’s eyes.
She’s waiting for me to beg her for more! She just needs an excuse.
“Just one more? We’re not hurting anyone. No one’s ever kissed me like that before.” Says Alaya.
“What about Ian? Doesn’t he kiss you?”
“I’m kinda in control in the bedroom. He’s really submissive, but don’t tell him I said that. What about your boyfriend?”
“He doesn’t really enjoy kissing. Only does it when drunk, or if he knows I’m gonna fuck him.” Francis replies.
“Kiss me then. No one will find out.”
“Alaya... If I do it again, I’m not going to be able to stop. That turned me on more than I was expecting.” Francis stares longingly at her.
“We don’t have to stop. We could... take it all the way...”
“No, we can’t...”
“Please? Just this once. I want to know what it’s like.”
Francis sighs. “What have you done to me?” She suddenly launches at Alaya, kissing her much harder than before.
Alaya can’t remember ever feeling this good. There was only one thing that could make this better...
Francis begins to undress her, ripping her shirt off and kissing roughly. She reaches for Alaya’s jeans.
“Wait!” Alaya cries.
“Don’t tell me you’ve got second thoughts now.”
“Before we continue, can you blow another balloon?”
“Really? Right now? Can’t it wait?” Asks Francis, her eyes full of lust.
“Please? A big one. Until it pops. Then I’m yours.”
“If you really want me too.” Francis sighs, reluctantly grabbing a balloon.
“No, blow this one.” Alaya takes a bigger balloon out her pocket and hands it to Francis.
She takes it, putting in a big breath without bothering to stretch it. Francis blows it bigger and bigger, not slowing down until the neck begins to fill. She pauses to look at it.
“Wow, these are really big. Maybe we could fill a room with them some day.” Francis suggests.
“Yes! I’d love that.” Alaya replies.
“I guess I better keep blowing. It’s not going to pop itself. I bet these are really loud too.”
“Scared?”
“A little. I’ve never blown a balloon as big as this. I wonder if you can get even bigger balloons.” Francis wonders, exhaling hard into the bulging neck.
“You can. I’ve seen them online. Some are bigger than you. We should get some. Now hurry up and pop this!” Alaya puts her hands on the side of the balloon.
“This is really turning you on, isn’t it?” Says Francis. “I can see it in your eyes.” She blows softly, staring at Alaya through the balloon.
Alaya licks the tight shiny orb. She knows it could pop any second. There’s droplets condensing inside the balloon from Francis’s breath. Alaya hopes they’ll spray everywhere when it bursts.
Francis struggles to finish it off. She certainly looks more nervous than earlier. When it explodes, tiny pieces of latex fly everywhere. Alaya feels a warm mist of spit hit her face. It smells strongly of Francis.
Alaya takes the mouthpiece from Francis’s lips, and places it in her own. It’s all wet from her saliva.
I could just kiss her, but there’s something about putting something that’s been in her mouth in my lips that feels so good. Alaya thinks.
“What’re you doing?” Francis asks.
“I can taste you on the balloon.” Alaya replies.
“That’s hot. You could get it from the source though. I won’t stop you.”
“This is better. It feels so naughty.” Alaya picks up another balloon and hands it to Francis.
“Do I have to do it again?” She asks.
“No, just put it in your mouth.” Alaya instructs. Francis does what she’s told. Alaya takes it back, smelling it before sucking the saliva off.
Just doing this is turning me on. Alaya makes sure the nozzle is covered in her spit before handing it back to Francis.
Francis gingerly takes it, looking slightly repulsed.
“I suppose you want me to put that back in my mouth...” She asks, look up at Alaya.
“Yes!”
“Eww, it’s so slimy. I can’t believe you’re making me do this.” Francis brings it to her lips and puts the whole neck in her mouth. She sucks it, getting it as wet as possible.
“One more, then we’re done.” Says Francis, handing back the soggy balloon. “I’m sure this could be a fetish”
Alaya eagerly takes it back, savouring the smell and taste of it. This would satisfy me even if she didn’t want to kiss. She thinks, offering Francis the balloon.
“No thanks, can we finish what we started now?” Francis climbs onto Alaya’s lap, giving her a quick kiss before pulling her jeans off.
Alaya lies on her back as Francis begins to grind against her. She never imagined the evening ending like this.
Francis grabs her tightly and sighs into her ear, beginning to get rougher. Her hair covers Alaya’s face.
Alaya suddenly grabs Francis’s face and pulls her down to kiss her. Francis half heartedly returns the kiss, obviously in too much pleasure to concentrate.
Alaya covers her mouth, giving Francis her tongue. Francis tries to pull back but Alaya doesn’t let her. She makes Francis squirm as she thrusts her tongue deeper.
Alaya manages to get on top, holding Francis down and kissing messily. She climaxes pretty quickly, overwhelmed by the taste of her friend.
Francis wriggles out and wipes her mouth.
“Yuk, you’ve got spit all over me.” She complains.
“That’s so hot!” Alaya grabs her hands excitedly. “Use me to finish yourself off.”
“Yeah, okay...” Francis mounts her, looking a little uncomfortable now. She soon gets back into it, bringing herself to orgasm by grinding into Alaya’s leg. As soon as she’s done, Francis starts getting dressed.
“We shouldn’t of done that.” She says.
“Why? Didn’t you enjoy it?” Alaya asks.
“It didn’t feel right. I kept worrying about my boyfriend finding us. Maybe you should go... He’ll be coming back before long.” Says Francis.
“Can we do it again sometime? I really enjoyed it.”
“I don’t know. We really shouldn’t. Let’s talk about this another time. Don’t forget your balloons.”
Alaya heads home, feeling slightly disappointed. That might’ve been the last time she’ll ever get to experience that.
At least it was fun while it lasted. Maybe I’ll be able to get her going again, we’ll have to see.