Busted In Ballonville Ch 12

Jeff stepped onto the street and had to fight the urge to bang his head against the pavement for leaving the Balloonville B&B. At this very moment, Anya, the beautiful maid with the slender body and the tremendous tits, was in his room popping old balloons and blowing up replacements. He imagined one of the big 24" balloons succumbing to her fingernails and exploding into scraps of latex. He imagined the balloons on his balcony being destroyed in rapid succession as she walked down the aisle jamming a pin into each one. He imagined a 14-inch balloon blown within a half-breath of popping by those beautiful red lips, then being pressed into the side of one enormous breast as she put it under her elbow to tie it off. He imagined those tits hanging heavy in her low-cut maid's uniform as she bent over a three-foot balloon to blow in that last bit of air.

Oh, why hadn't he stayed?

Because when she started blowing balloons, he nearly blew his load all over the floor, that's why. His engorged cock was popping right out of his pants (perhaps these jeans had shrunk in the wash?) and he'd had to slip into the lobby bathroom to take care of his little (big) problem, though merely pulling his cock out of his pants was enough to set off his orgasm. His dick seemed to spasm forever, soaking through the wad of toilet paper he'd hastily grabbed.

But now he was walking down Balloonsville's main street, past Nan's corner cafe, its sidewalk sign adorned with big colorful balloons, looking so bright and fresh that the nozzles were probably still wet with the saliva from Tracy's incredible dick-sucking, balloon-blowing lips. Past the Balloonville General, where Alicia was setting up a display of pool toys, waving at him and smiling around the nozzle of the massive beachball she was inflating.

Jeff crossed Latex Avenue and walked by a big pink house with a store front. BALLOONVILLE SCHOOL OF MUSIC read the sign out front, and underneath, LINDA BARITONE, HEAD INSTRUCTOR. In each of the picture windows stood a giant tuba as tall as he was.

"Hey! Psst!" It wasn't a yell, more like a stage whisper. Jeff stopped and looked around.

"You!" the whisper came again. "The cute guy! Up here!"

Jeff looked up to the second story of the School of Music, where a young woman was looking down at him from a balcony on the side of the big pink house.

"Who, me?" he asked.

"Shhhh!!" she hissed. "Come on around the back!" and darted back inside.

At the back of the house, Jeff found a wooden staircase that led to the second floor. A door opened and the young woman waved him upstairs. He hesitated.

"You're Jeff, right?" she stage-whispered. "The guy whose car broke down?"

"Yeah, I--"

"Shhhh!!" she beckoned furiously. "Get up here!"

Jeff climbed the stairs. "I'm Tina," said the young woman. "Tracy said I have *got* to see your cock." She turned and walked into the room.

The bedroom was big, with pastel wallpaper covered covered with team pennants, photos, and rock-band posters. A pink sousaphone hung from hefty wall pegs, and in the corner an enormous pink tuba stood on a stand. There were a couple of blown-up balloons on the floor, and what looked like shards of latex. Behind the big four-poster bed was the balcony, and on the bed there was an open bag of pink 16-inch balloons.

"So, your cock," Tina said.

"I, uh..." Jeff stammered. He seemed to do a lot more stammering in Balloonville than he did back home. "My, uh... what?"

"Your cock," Tina said. "Tracy said it's getting really huge!"

"Getting... wait, what?" Jeff's felt his heart accelerate. He thought of his hard member poking out of the waistband of his jeans. He assumed his jeans had shrunk... but the length of his pant legs was just fine. He noticed last night, after humping the big blue balloon, that his cock felt heavier, but he figured that was fatigue from all the exertion (and ejaculation) it had seen that day.

"Don't worry," Tina says. "It happens to a lot of the guys who visit Balloonville. But Tracy says she's never seen one get so big, so fast. She says if she had known, she'd have made you assfuck her yesterday. She reckons you'll be too large by tomorrow, even for her big butt." Tina's eyes gleamed. "So, can I see it? Please? I can help, y'know, get it nice and big." She grabbed one of the pink balloons from the bed and stretched it. "Unless you'd rather see me blow my tuba. Or a beachball? I have a nice four-footer in the closet, and if I blow reeeeeal hard, I can stretch it to almost five feet. Hey, look at that bulge, maybe I just need to talk about blowing!"

"Tina!" The female voice came from outside the room's other door. "Tina Diane Baritone, why don't I hear any balloons popping in there?"

Tina's eyes went wide. "Shit, it's my mom! Quick, get in the closet!" Tina yanked one of the slatted doors open, shoving Jeff in among a rack of dresses, then slammed the door shut. She ran back to the bed, sat, put her balloon to her lips, and blew a breath into it just as the door opened.

Jeff put his eyes to the slats in the closet door. The woman who walked in looked nearly identical to Tina. Were it not for a few streaks of gray in her hair and a few lines on her skin, they could have passed for sisters. "I was just starting, Mom," Tina said. "See, I'm blowing up the first one already." She took another deep breath and blew hard into the pink balloon.

"Who were you talking too just now?" asked the older version of Tina.

"Alicia," Tina said. "On the phone. She's doing the summer display at the General, and asked me if I'd come help her blow up the big pool rafts. You know, the California King size ones? Last time she had to blow them all up by herself and she didn't get home until almost nine."

"Well, okay, but you still need to blow your balloons. You have marching band practice in an hour, and I want your balloons blown before you go help Alicia. She's got strong lungs, she can blow up those pool toys just fine. So get inflating, young lady, I'll be counting." Tina rolled her eyes as she took another breath and blew the balloon bigger. Her mom folded her arms and watched as the balloon swelled.

Tina blew her balloon to a light bulb shape, the neck growing longer and longer, and still Tina kept blowing. The balloon squealed in protest.. Jeff winced but watched as Tina blew another big breath, then another, then another, then--

BANG!!!!

The balloon burst so loudly that Jeff jumped and banged his head against the closet door. Fortunately, the room was still ringing with the sound of the explosion, and no one heard. Neither mother nor daughter so much as flinched, but Mom unfolded her arms and said, "Good. Seven more, then you can go help your friend." She walked to the door, said, "Remember, I'm counting," and closed it behind her.

Tina rolled her eyes as she walked to the closet and let Jeff out. She looked down at Jeff's bulging jeans and her eyes widened. "There it is!" she said, and reached for his fly. Jeff jerked back into the closet, his hands reflexively covering his engorged dick. He bumped his head on a shelf, slipped on a deflated vinyl dolphin, and slid to the floor. A cascade of three-foot balloons slid down onto his head and shoulders.

"Wait, wait, wait," Jeff said, looking around and taking in the pastels, the pennants, the pink balloons and tubas. "That was your mom... are you... oh, fuck!" Jeff stood and raced for the back door.

"Jeff, no so loud! And don't worry, I'm 22 years old and I'm in college. I'm a legal adult. I live at home because I'm saving up to move to New York. Want to see my driver's license? Here." She reached in a drawer, pulled out her wallet, and shoved a license and a passport into Jeff's hands. From downstairs, he heard a female voice call out: "Tina!"

Tina walked to one of the inflated balloons on the floor, then stomped it as hard as she could. It burst with an ear-splitting BAM!!!, and Jeff jumped so hard her ID went flying. "I always keep a few extra balloons blown up just in case," she said. "Now, let's see the rest of that huge penis of yours!"

"Wait, what--" Jeff never thought he'd be in the position of trying to keep his distance from an attractive woman eager to get closer his privates, but then again, he'd never been to Balloonville. "What's with, uh, blowing up all those balloons?" Saying the words made his cock spasm and stick farther out of his pants, which only escaped Tina's notice because she was rolling her eyes again.

"Mom is the town tuba teacher, so of course her daughter has to be the *best* tuba player in all of Balloonville." She sighed. "Not only do I have to blow that huge fucking horn for two hours a day, she insists I blow up fifteen balloons until they pop, every day, eight in morning and seven at night, because of course I have to have the strongest lungs in the entire universe." With that, Tina stomped another balloon. BANG!!! Jeff almost jumped out of his skin.

"Shit, I'm out of spares. I'd better start inflating." She sat on her bed, stretched another balloon, and said, "Now show me."

Tina fixed him with a wide-eyed stare, took a deep breath, and blew long and hard into the balloon, which instantly grew far bigger than Jeff expected, even by the standards of the large-lunged ladies he'd met in Balloonville. Clearly, lung capacity was not one of Tina's problems. Two days ago, he would say he wanted nothing more than to masturbate while watching this pretty young thing blow up balloons, even if he knew the coming explosion (of the balloon, but maybe of his cock, too) would scare the crap out of him. Now, he found himself stalling.

"So, do you, uh, do you like, uh, playing the tuba?"

"Love it, actually," she said, then puffed out her cheeks and emptied her massive lungs into the balloon again. "But don't tell my mom that." Another huge, cheek-busting blow and the neck of the balloon started to bulge. "That's why I want to go to New York, to play in the philharmonic, or maybe on Broadway," she said. She blew again, filling and stretching out the balloon's long neck, which squealed in protest. "Also, do you know how much fetish girls make there?" Another big breath, and the balloon was inflated right to the ring at the end of the nozzle. "I could put away a couple hundred grand a year blowing and popping balloons for pervs like you. More if I let them fuck me, which sounds like fun. Don't you think?"

She fixed Jeff with a smirk, then puffed her cheeks and blasted more air into the balloon. Halfway through her big blow, the balloon detonated like a bomb, filling the air with tiny pink shards that flew in every direction. Jeff nearly had a heart attack, but Tina did not even blink when the balloon let go.

"Speaking of which, I need your opinion," she said, and pulled up her t-shirt, revealing bare breasts so perky and perfect they would have given Hugh Hefner a hard-on. "These are 34Cs. If I'm going to be a balloon model, should I go bigger? Not as big as Tracy, but maybe get then blown up to double Ds?"

"I, uh, I--"

"Think about it," Tina said, pulling her top back down over her tits, grabbing another balloon and stretching it. "Now, I showed you mine, let me see yours." Tina jumped off the bed, held her balloon in her lips and blew as she grabbed Jeff's jeans and pulled them open. His pants dropped to his ankles. Tina's eyes went wide and her jaw dropped, the balloon escaping her lips and flying, unnoticed, across the room.

"Holy fuck," she said.

Jeff looked down. Holy fuck, indeed. What was below his eyes was not the same dick he'd watched Tracy suck just yesterday. It was bigger. A lot bigger.

So stunned was Jeff that he hardly noticed when Tina bent over and closed her lips around the head of his cock. She slid started bobbing her head, taking all she could, which was about three-quarters of his new-found length. She stood, licked her lips, and smiled.

"Mmm," Tina said. "Tracy said you were a mouthful, but I think you're even more! But I have other things to blow. Come on." She took Jeff's hand, and he stepped out of his pants and allowed himself to be led to the bed.

"Go on, lie down," she said.

"Tina, I--"

"Come on, we're consenting adults, right? Look, I have a bunch more balloons I have to blow to busting, just give me something to look at, okay? You're a looner and a pretty woman wants you to lie on her bed while she blows up some balloons. Besides your eardrums, who gets hurt?"

"Tina, really, I just met you, I don't know you, and, uh..."

"Okay, fine. You want to play hardball, we'll play hardball." Tina darted past Jeff, grabbed his jeans, and ran out of room. Jeff didn't dare chase her for fear of running into Momma Baritone. A couple of seconds later she was back, empty handed.

"Where are my pants?" Jeff stage-whispered.

"Down the laundry chute," Tina said with a smirk. "Now, if you don't lie on my bed, I'm not going to blow up my balloons. And if I don't start blowing and popping these balloons, my mother is going to come up here, and even though I am well past the age of consent, I bet she's going to have some questions about finding a naked man with a huge, hard cock lying on my bed, don't you?"

"Tina, please--"

"Tina!" Her mom's voice called from downstairs.

"Tina," Jeff pleaded, forming words he'd longed fantasized about saying, but under drastically different circumstances. "Tina, please, blow the balloon, will you?"

Outside the door, Jeff heard the creaking of feet on a wooden staircase. "Tina?"

Jeff had no interest in any possible showdown with Momma Tuba Teacher. "Tina, please blow!" Jeff hissed. "Please!"

Tina crossed her arms and fixed Jeff with her smile.

"Oh, alright!" Jeff got on the bed and laid down on his back, his cock pointing skyward like a flagpole. "Now blow, will you please?"

"Tina?" Her mother's voice was right on the other side of the door. Tina blew a big breath into her balloon, then opened the door just enough to poke her face out.

"Last balloon had a hole in it," she said. "I figured it wouldn't count if it popped early. I'm blowing a new one. See?" She held up the new balloon.

"I want you out that door with your tuba over your shoulder in fifteen minutes, so get those balloons blown and popped, young lady." Jeff heard steps retreating down the hallway.

"Fifteen minutes is all I'll need," Tina said with a glance back at Jeff. She slammed the door, held the balloon in her teeth, and wriggled out of her jeans. No underwear, just a neat landing strip guiding the way to pussy lips the same soft shade of pink as her balloon and her tuba. Clad only in her thin t-shirt, now tented by the rock-hard nipples on her firm breasts, Tina vaulted on the bed and straddled Jeff's member.

"Tina, what are you--"

"Don't worry, I won't fuck you," she said. "But why are you the only one who should have fun?"

Tina began to blow long, big breaths into the balloon, rocking gently atop Jeff's cock in time with her breaths. As she filled her huge lungs, she arched her hips and slid her muff along the length of Jeff's hard cock, from his balls all the way up to the head, and as she blew, she curled her midriff and slid back down. At first she was just barely wet, and he could feel the tug of her labia against the sensitive skin of his shaft, but within a couple of strokes she was soaked. Jeff thought he could never experience anything as grand as Tracy's expert mouth, but Tina sliding her pussy along the most sensitive part of Jeff's dick felt even better. He felt he could do this forever, but the balloon wouldn't last that long. Just as he closed his eyes in surrender, BANG!!! Jeff's body convulsed, his cock jerking up against her crotch.

"Ouch!" Tina said. "Jeff, buddy, I know you're not used to having a huge cock, but you've got to be careful with that big thing. Here. Kiss me and make it better." She maneuvered herself so that her cunt was right above Jeff's face, then stretched another balloon.

"Go on," she said. "Bet you can't distract me." He heard the whoosh as she blew her first big breath into balloon number six. Jeff thought of how he had ordered Janice to blow the hot water bottle while he face-fucked Tracy. Maybe it was time to channel that energy and take control of the situation. He put his hands on Tina's smooth, slender hips, pulled her pussy down to his face, and started lapping like a starving man.

"Oh!!!" Tina exclaimed, not just in pleasure but in surprise, and he heard a hissing fart as air escaped from the balloon. "Oh, fuck!" she said. "Fuck, you're so... Tina didn't tell me you could..."

"Bllff!" Jeff said, his voice muffled by Tina's pussy, but she must have understood the word he had said, because he heard the whoosh of air rushing into the balloon. His tongue darted around her clit, and he heard her breath falter. She tried to move up and away, but he pulled down on her hips and put his tongue as deep into her twat as it would go. Tina pulled the balloon away from her mouth and moaned, then inhaled another deep breath.

Jeff slid one hand up her torso, felt the fabric of her shirt and the hard nipple and firm breast underneath. Further up to her her neck, then her face, his palm reaching her cheek just as she started to blow. He felt her cheek press into his hand as it filled with air, big and round and firm, as she blew a long, faltering breath. Her cheek collapsed as she inhaled again, then filled his hand as she blew. He slid his hand forward, felt where her lips contacted the latex, the neck of the balloon. She inhaled, then blew again, and he felt the neck of the doomed balloon grow and expand under his hand.

He put his other hand on her other cheek, and she did not pull her hips away, instead grinding her pussy into his lashing tongue. He felt her bulging cheek fill one hand, felt the neck of the balloon stiffen and start to bend in the other. He knew she was close, just seconds away from shredding the balloon with her powerful breath, and he braced himself for the explosion. She inhaled, inflated her huge cheeks, and had just started to blow again when--BANG!!! This time it was Tina who flinched, convulsing in orgasm, dropping her head to the pillow so she could bite it to stifle the scream. When her body stopped shaking, she looked him in the eyes, then kissed him gently with latex-flavored lips. He looked at her impassively, and handed her a balloon.

"You still have two more to blow to burst," Jeff said.

Tina took the balloon, pulled off her t-shirt to reveal her gorgeous breasts, her pink nipples standing out like pebbles, and slid down his sweating body. The head of his cock caught her slit and slipped into the folds of her labia.

"Oops," she said. "Sorry, I promised not to fuck you." She pressed her pussy against his thick shaft, stretched the balloon, then started to blow again. Jeff's view was fantastic: He watched her slender torso expand as she inflated her huge lungs, and the muscles in her midriff contract as she blew hard into the balloon through big, round cheeks. The balloon jumped to attention and swelled big enough to block her face. Poor little piece of latex, Jeff thought. As soon as this woman pulled it from the bag, it didn't stand a chance, but at least it would go out in a blaze of glory. Tina blew deeply and regularly, sliding her wet pussy up and down his cock in time with her huge breaths. That he hadn't cum yet was a miracle.

Jeff reached up and cupped her breasts, feeling them pull up and away as she inhaled and settle their soft weight into his palms as she blew. It seemed like only seconds before the balloons neck was fully extended, squealing as if in fear, stretching into a curve it was never meant to have, the balloon fighting to stay together while Tina's lungs fought to stretch every last molecule of latex as far as it would go. The balloon could take no more, but Tina's lungs had plenty more to give.