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  1. Yesterday
  2. With a gentle ping the lift doors opened with Chris still standing there in his yellow vest, pink & white swim ring and pink & blue arm bands. He breathed a sigh of relief as the lift had not stopped at any other floors on the way up and there was nobody waiting on their floor. Mira strode out and towards their room, producing the swipe key from her pool bag, and quickly slipping in... she allowed the door to swing behind her, and Chris had to rush with a squeak of rubbing vinyl to get there before it closed and the door automatically locked him in the corridor - he just made it, banging his palm painfully into the door to stop it a fraction of an inch before it locked. Both of them were still wet from the pool. Mira ran her hands through her hair. "I need to wash the chlorine off..." she turned to glance at Chris with a devious look, "why don't you help me, baby?" She turned and headed into the bathroom, reaching behind her to undo the knot on her bikini top as she went. Chris eagerly followed - this might be fun! He undid one of the buckles on his inflatable vest with a click as he entered the bathroom. "No, no, you need to keep your floats on" Mira said, waggling her finger just as she dropped her bikini top to the floor, "there will be water, after all, we don't want any accidents!". Her pert little breasts stood proudly, and Chris tried not to stare too obviously. He felt his penis twitch in his cool, wet shorts. He could live with the floats if this seemed to be going somewhere... and he had to admit that the warm wet vinyl did feel good against his skin. She turned away from him again and wiggled out of her bikini bottoms, which flopped wetly to the ground to expose her small firm ass cheeks. She reached into the shower, and try as he might to sneakily glance, he didn't see anything of her front as she turned the water on and hopped in over the side of the bath and was obscured by the shower curtain. "Come on then" she said over the sound of the spraying water. He pulled his shorts down and left them on the floor, his erection pulsing as it was exposed and bumped off the tight white vinyl bottom half of his Hello Kitty swim ring. Pushing the curtain aside at the back of the bath, he stepped in with a creak. She was facing the shower end, away from him, with hot water running down over her shoulders and down her back, little clouds of steam floating in the confined space. She looked over her shoulder with a sultry glance, her eyes just flicking down to his erection. She knelt down and picked up a bottle of shampoo, offering it to him over her shoulder before standing up again and wetting her hair thoroughly under the shower spray. Chris moved towards her and took the shampoo, his water wings swishing along the shower curtain and white tiled wall as he moved. He noticed that the bath plug was in, so the shower was starting to fill the bath up. He was close enough now that hot water sprayed over Mira's shoulders or deflecting from her splashed surprisingly loudly from his inflatable toys and the scent of warmed vinyl filled the enclosed space. She ran her fingers down through her long wet hair, so Chris squirted some of the fruity shampoo into his palm and began to wash it. He'd never washed someone else's hair before, so he just tried to be thorough. It wasn't exactly a turn on, but his ring kept swishing against Mira's back and just occasionally the tip of his penis brushed a buttock, which maintained his increasingly aching boner. He tried massaging her scalp a little, but after a few seconds she brushed his hands away and ducked her head under the shower again to wash the shampoo out. She knelt to get a bottle of body wash. He noticed that she always knelt directly downwards, never bending or sticking her ass towards him, which was a shame. With a small flush of anger the thought struck him that this probably wasn't going anywhere either, so why was he bothering with it? As she was facing away he massaged his almost painfully firm balls and boner. He felt like he was going to burst if he didn't get some relief after this! She had lathered up her front with the body wash, and passed the bottle to him, giving him a little wink. Perhaps it would go somewhere? Be began soaping her shoulders, then worked his way down her sides - but she gently brushed his hands away when he tried to slip them round to her breasts or crotch. He washed her buttocks and backs of her legs though, and when he stood the warm vinyl slid beautifully over her soapy skin as he managed to draw her closer, his erection just slipping between her soapy cheeks. "Ooh!" she squeaked, "someone's gotten too excited!" She turned to face him, but due to the close contact and his ring, he couldn't see downwards, but he did get to see her pert breasts and feel her skin slip against his erection and the inflatables as she swayed to rinse the soap off her back. He stepped back, hoping for a glimpse of more, but she turned away again for a final rinse of her front before swishing the curtain back and stepping out of the shower, quickly wrapping a large towel around her body. The flush of anger came again, stronger this time. She must have seen the annoyance in his expression as she turned the shower spray off, because she quickly turned the bath mixer tap on and smiled at him. "We need to wash you too remember. You should have a nice bath to rub yourself properly clean... I can help you and make sure you're thorough enough..." she smiled at him with a lingering glance at his straining erection. She pulled the shower curtain all the way back, and indicated that he should sit down in the hot water, which still had the foam of her shampoo and body wash floating in it. Chris began to sit, but the ring was too wide for the bath, and made his vest creak up painfully under his armpits. He reached up to unclip the vest buckles again, but she stopped him. "No, leave that on, we just need to deflate your ring." She reached out and swished the ring around his body until she found the valve on the underside, before trying to pull it out. Failing with her fingers, she leaned in and yanked it out with her teeth, which made Chris' penis brush her cheek. She pulled back, ignoring the contact, and stood up facing him. She paid no attention to his erection as she squeezed the valve with a hissssss, her fingers brushing his cock. He felt the ring soften and begin to droop, as Mira used her free hand to squeeze and grip the vinyl until the ring was just a limp shiny pink and white skirt around his hips, his erection a bump in the front. She stood back to admire her handiwork. "You should wear a pink PVC miniskirt more often! It suits you!" She said with a grin, "Very appropriate for a grown man who needs to wear a rubber ring to swim!" she added with a laugh. She motioned for him to sit in the hot bath, as she turned and stopped the tap running. She slipped into the water easily now, the currents and some leftover air making his vinyl miniskirt drift in the water. "Now then... let's get you cleaned up." She grabbed the shower head and sprayed him all over, shampooing his head, before moving on to washing his arms and slipping her warm soapy hand under the front of his vest to wash his chest - the soaped up vinyl sliding on him felt amazing, but it wasn't doing his raging sore erection any good. Finally, she slipped her hand into the opaque soapy water and between his legs, under the vinyl skirt. He opened his legs more and felt her slender fingers caress his tight testicles, giving them a little tickle before moving on to his solid shaft, squeezing it and rubbing it between her fingertips. "Now," she said softly, "You have been good to me this holiday, but you have been grumpy with me as well. I think I can forgive you, and I'll even give you a little reward to encourage you to be nice to me." with that she tickled the tip of Chris' penis. Leaning in towards him from her kneeling position on the bathroom floor, she put one hand round his side and the other further into the water under the ring. She eased his foreskin back and forth a little to make sure it was moving freely, then quite abruptly gripped him and started jerking quite rapidly with a splish-splash-splish of bath water. The sudden intense grip was initially painful and Chris flinched before settling into it, gripping the sides of the bath as Mira's arm waggled back and forth. The shaking made his vest rub and squeak against him, the water caressing his balls and the ring vinyl rubbing his head as Mira's fist pumped back and forth, bumping off his testicles. He grunted with pleasure as he embraced the sensations... finally he was going to get something! They heard an "Ooops, sorry!" from the open bathroom door behind them. He swore and quickly looked round - standing there was a room cleaning maid in her neat blue dress and flowery apron - after all, it was still mid-morning when most guests would be out and about so they were cleaning the rooms! She was in her 40s, had long dark hair, a full figure and a pretty face - showing more amusement than horror. Mira looked round but didn't stop, she just carried on pumping away. "He has needs I need to take care of," she explained over the splashing water, "or he becomes a grumpy baby and is mean to me!" Chris felt mortified, but he was getting so close to blowing his load... he looked desperately around for an escape that didn't exist... he shook and grunted as Mira varied her pace... fast fast fast sloooow sloooow fast fast... she knew exactly what she was doing... The maid laughed and gave Mira a little wink... and didn't look like she was going to leave! She crossed her arms and stood there with an amused smirk on her face! Chris closed his eyes - there was nothing he could do... he could feel his orgasm coming and he was going to do it wearing inflatable swim vest, arm bands and a limp pink swim ring in front of a hotel cleaner as Mira unceremoniously wanked him under the water! At least the water wasn't very clear so she couldn't really see anything... the moment was coming... After a holiday's worth of cock-teasing with no release, the orgasm hit him hard. Mira sensed it and swiftly pulled up to continue jerking him fast, folding the limp ring back with her wrist and making the tip of his cock poke out of the water as he gave a groan and shuddered uncontrollably, firing a thick gloopy screed of semen into the air... he felt the warm wetness hit him on his own face as another spurt got the tiles and a third splashed into the water. Mira slowed her jerking and the remaining semen dribbled to drift in the water beside his head. "Wow, that was a big one!" said the maid with a giggle. Mira laughed and made a show of wiping her hand in Chis' hair. "I'm sorry," she said, "I'm afraid he's gone and made a nasty mess of your tiles." They both laughed together. Chris just wished he could melt away into the water... After what seemed like an age, the cleaner went to do the bedroom area and Mira went with her, they were whispering and giggling together. Chris, pushed the door closed from where he was before stripping off his inflatables and showering himself clean, his heart still pounding. He didn't think he'd ever had an orgasm that powerful before. When he emerged again wrapped in a towel, the cleaner had gone. "That was soooo funny!" Mira laughed, now fully dressed again. "I didn't think so." said Chris, gloomily. "I'll make it up to you, I promise." she said, seeming earnest, "but first - let's go and get some lunch!"
  3. I don’t know of any I’ve seen that make a high pitch sound, however this person does a lot of pop deflate videos with good quality sound. https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCNYY-zjgYlZbzsFHbM8IF1A/videos
  4. Last week
  5. Does anyone have videos of inflatables popping/deflating, and when the air comes out, it starts hissing really high pitched? Any channel on yt or vk, this sort of stuff
  6. lapton


    Hello, i’m a looner and i have a strong fetish for inflatables since i was a teen. The thing that i love the most is someone gets really pissed off and pops a inflatable/balloon, i like the stories of other people pooping a beachball or a balloon as a punishment for someting they did, maybe i’ve already experienced that when i was younger (English it’s not my native language, i’m sorry if I misspell somethings)
  7. Earlier
  8. Hi! I'm Infl8orama on some forums, including Literotica! Thank you for crediting me for my story.
  9. I met a young girl in Spain sitting by the pool with a very deflated lilo late one night ,she was struggling to blow it up by mouth.she was wearing a tiny bikini that hid almost nothing of her perfect tiny figure,after a couple of minutes watching her I had to offer my lungs.i said,hi,you seem to be a little short of puff for such a big inflatable,can I help with blowing it up?I have a lot of practice as my little sister loves to blow up balloons and inflatables but only has small lungs,I always finish them for her,can I offer to fully inflate your lilo?she looked at me and said,if you don't mind tasting my lips on the mouthpiece you can have a go,but my brother blew it up yesterday,so if you blow into the other mouthpiece on the main part,it'll be like kissing him.i replied,with a big pair of powerful lungs like mine I don't mind blowing after anyone.she replied with a smile,I'll blow into it first if you like,noticing my full erection,I may be young but my lungs are very good,I pop balloons when I blow them up as I get carried away and put too much hot breath in them.if you blow it up as hard as you can I'll try and put some more breath in it after.make it as hard as you and were laughing,she said indicating my 9 inch erection bursting out of my shorts.i took the mouthpiece in my mouth,feeling the warmth from her lips and blew a very long deep breath into it,continuing until the pillow was super hard,plugging it,I then blew into the other mouthpiece,she said,how does my brothers mouth taste?I replied,fantastic,and stared at her small nipples straining her bikini top as I blew long and hard until I'd puffed as much wind into the lilo as I could before replacing the plug.she squeezed the super hard lilo and then laid on it with her thighs wide open and pulled her bikini knickers to one side,in no time at all I was deep inside her,pumping her until I blew a big hot load deep inside her,as I rolled off her,she said,until next time big lungs,and winked at me.
  10. Hello everyone! You can call me Jacob, I'm from Malaysia, I'm 21 and I'm a non popper. I love inflatable pool toys such as inflatable ride ons, beach balls, swimming rings, arm bands, bop bags, gym balls and skippy balls! And I play, hump, hug, bounce and fuck in my inflatable pool! I'm bi and I love to stick things up my butt when I play with my toys too! I've had this kink ever since I was a little boy, looking forward to meet all of you, feel free to talk to me about inflatables and naughty times . Oh and I'm looking for an inflatable partner too! Preferably in the same area as I am
  11. What is your favourite inflatable shape? Mine would have to the bop bag. It's nice and big, huggable and easy to stay on top of.
  12. Where is the best place to buy loons these days?
  13. After taking Mira to a nice - but awfully expensive - local restaurant and having an overpriced bottle of wine with their meal, she was being very flirtatious. Mira embraced Chris with her arm round his waist as they walked back to the hotel - she'd seemingly forgotten about the swim earlier and had stopped teasing him half way through the meal. She kissed him deeply in the elevator to the room, and his penis was straining in his shorts by the time they reached the door. She headed to the bathroom first, emerging wearing a silky pink shift that only just reached her thighs. "Go and have clean" she said to Chris, with a wink. He quickly rushed to the bathroom - surely this was it at last? He washed his face, brushed his teeth and, as an afterthought, cleaned his dick and aching balls before putting his shorts back on and heading back into the room. His heart sank. The lights were off and Mira was curled up under the covers on her side, eyes closed, breathing softly. "Mira?" he said, softly. No response. "Mira!" a grunt and an opening of one eye... "What do you want?" she asked grumpily. "I thought we might... you know..." "It's late and I'm tired Chris. Maybe tomorrow. Good night." With that she stopped engaging him at all. He got into bed, seething inside. Was she worth it? He was beginning to doubt it. But she did say maybe tomorrow... that's pretty close to at least an acknowledgement... With that he lay in bed mulling over his combined annoyance and infatuation before drifting off to sleep. *** The next morning when Chris awoke Mira was already up, dressed and sitting on the balcony looking down at the town. "We should go shopping!" she exclaimed chirpily, "come on, get ready sleepyhead!" "But..." I tried to interject. "Come on, Chris, I don't want to wait, it'll get too busy." With that he got quickly showered and dressed and within 15 minutes they were leaving the hotel again, Mira all smiles and affection again as she held his hand and they made their way down the cobbled hill towards the main street in the morning sun. Mira looked at various shops and bought a sarong in one - paying for it herself at least. It was pale blue with white screen printed flowers on it. She was capering and wearing it like a cape as she skipped along the street when she saw a shop with a load of inflatable rings and mattresses out front. "Ooh, look! We should look in there!" Not wanting to relive the embarrassment of yesterday, Chris made to say he didn't want to, but she was already walking away from him and into the shop. The creepy middle-aged and leather-skinned shopkeeper sneered widely at her as she entered with Chris trailing behind her. Chris could smell the stale sweat and tobacco on him as soon as he entered. Mira gave him a flirtatious wink and perfect smile. "Helooo!" she chirped, looking at the racks on the walls. He grunted approvingly, not being subtle about staring at her ass as she all but posed in front of him, bending down provocatively to look at the lower shelves. Chris stood in front of the counter between them, getting an angry grunt and a stare from the shopkeeper, who moved away. "Look at all these!" Mira exclaimed "That dragon is cool isn't it!" she pointed at a dusty box at the bottom showing a ride-on yellow and purple dragon - "like in your dragons and elves or whatever game." "Yeah... cool" Chris mumbled, humouring her in the hope they could leave the stuffy shop quickly. "We should get this one!" She held up a pink packet - it showed a Hello Kitty swim ring on it, transparent pink on top and white underneath. "And these!" she had picked out some triangular Barbie armbands in a striking bright pink with baby blue inside panels. "Uh... for you, right?" Chris asked. Stupid question, he knew instantly. "No, dumbass! I can swim, can't I... why would I need these stupid things?" "But... why pink?" he implored. "It'll be cute, you'll look great! Anyway, it's still early, there'll be nobody at the pool yet" she said with a laugh. "Really, no, let's go..." he was starting to get angry now. "Don't speak to me like that!" she shouted, much louder and with more anger than necessary. The stinking shopkeeper leered at him and approached. Wanting to diffuse the situation ASAP he conceded, smiling meekly at the shopkeeper. "Come on then, buy them and let's go." "You're buying them - you're the one that needs them, baby." He was sure the 'baby' on the end was not affectionate, even if she did stroke his chin on the way past towards the counter. Behind the counter was another rack she hadn't seen, with a variety of inflatable vests on it. She pointed at one that looked large enough to fit Chris - yellow with two front buckles and a bulgy collar. "There's no need for that..." he said softly as the shopkeeper approached the till. "You need it, baby." She said it sweetly, but he was pretty sure that wasn't an honorific. The total was far more than the items should have cost, he was sure - the amount of change from the notes he'd handed over was awfully small and the shopkeeper's grin awfully threatening when he looked like he might question it, so he'd left, just glad to be away from the shop. "Come on!" Mira chirped, all smiles again, "let's go to the pool! It's going to be soooo fun!" He trailed a few feet behind her as she capered up the street, and it wasn't long before they were back at the depressingly busy pool in their swim gear - Chris' floats out of their packets but not inflated yet. The barman saw them approaching and Mira waved with a smile. He reached behind the bar and with a grin and lifted his net full of floaties over, waggling it slightly at Chris with a mocking wink. Mira shook her head and held up Chris' limp bright pink swim ring with a grin, the barman openly laughed before dumping his net sack behind the bar again and going back to washing glasses. Chris sat at the edge of the pool and began to inflate the ring as Mira jumped in with a splash and started swimming around, occasionally flicking cool water at him. The ring was shiny vinyl, soft and rich smelling in the warm morning sun. It was around 70cm across - larger than the one he'd had to get into the day before - so he would not need to squeeze himself into it. Likewise the waterwings were a little bigger. As he slowly inflated each item, he put them down beside himself rather than putting them on, until everything was blown up with just some seam wrinkles left. With everything ready he stalled. He didn't want everyone to laugh at him again. Mira swam up to the side of the pool and supported herself on her crossed arms. "Come on then, put them on and get in!" she implored. "It's very funny and everything, but I think I'd rather just relax here" he said with annoyance. "Shut up Chris, put your inflatables on and get in the pool with me. Don't be a loser." "I don't think that's really..." he started angrily, but that was as far as he got before she interrupted him - "I will go and get some from the bar and wear them too - that's fair." With that she swam across to the bar side of the pool and pulled herself out before padding over to the barman, wiggling her hips as she went. She spoke to him and he produced the sack of inflatables with a grin. She picked a traditional swim ring with five different coloured panels on the top and a pair of shiny orange floaties. Stepping into the ring, she got it half way up her thighs before it got stuck. With a word to the barman he came out and, grinning from ear to ear, held the swim ring and pulled it up as Mira wriggled back and forth against him, all but caressing him with her back, until with a squeal it slipped up to her thin waist. He then carefully helped her put the waterwings on as she batted her eyelids at him. With that, he sneered mockingly at Chris, sitting dejected by the pool, and returned behind the bar. Mira wandered over, her hips making the inflatable ring sway and glisten in the sun, and slipped into the pool with a squeak as the ring slid up under her small breasts. Chris noticed a few other guys round the pool were watching her with varying degrees of stealth as she splashed over. "Come on then, get your floats on Chris". Sensing he couldn't delay any longer, he stood and pulled the vest on. It was firm and embracing around him with the buckles pulling taut, the yellow slightly textured vinyl feeling quite nice against his bare skin. He slipped the pink waterwings on with a series of squeaks before finally stepping into and pulling up the pink ring. A number of people were watching him with amusement as he sat on the edge of the pool and slipped into the cool water with a series of creaks as the ring rubbed at the bottom of the vest, which tried to ride up over his head but was stopped by his arms. He bobbed like that in the water, which came to just below his armpits with the ring and vest combined. Mira began to caper and swim, and he tried to keep up with her as they splashed round the pool, starting to feel relaxed again as people got bored with the novelty of a grown man in inflatable toys. The vinyl of the toys rubbed against him and squeaked against her, glistening and wet in the sun. She looked sexy in her inflatable toys and bikini, and coupled with the rubbing of the vinyl on him, he started to get a raging erection. He was glad it was hidden beneath the surface... until Mira dwam over to bump against him and her ass firmly brushed his pulsing dick. With that she recoiled from him. "Eeew, why have you got a boner! In the pool that kids use! That's disgusting!" she exclaimed too loudly. A couple of the nearest english-speaking people laughed out loud. "Hey..." he tried to speak quietly yet still loud enough to be heard by her, "it's just we were having fun... and you look really good in the pool with your floaties on..." The compliment seemed to mollify her, and she began the game they'd played yesterday with the spongy rubber ball that was floating nearby. This time the game wasn't quite so one-sided, as she was hampered by the inflatables almost as much as he was, and he was generally managing to hit her whilst dodging her return shots. After a good fifteen minutes of splashing and laughing she began to tire of the game, she swam up, bumping her ring off his with a squeak, and pecked him on his wet cheek. "That was fun, but we should go before you get another boner and embarrass me" she said softly. She hauled herself from the pool, water spilling from her onto the dry tiles as she wiggled her ass at him with a wink. She padded over to the barman again, who came out to help her remove her ring. She pretended it was stuck after he pulled and twisted it, so he popped the valve open and deflated it with a psssssshhhhhh. It hung around her waist like a sexy vinyl mini-skirt before he easily pulled it down over her hips, nearly taking her bikini bottoms with it. She giggled as she grabbed at them. Chris, still in the pool, had gotten another erection watching her antics. He floated at the side, not wanting to get out in case it would be too obvious. Mira, having pulled her waterwings off and stuck them in the sack, wandered over to the poolside beside him. "Come on then, get out!" "I... uh... can't at the moment." "Why not... oh... eewwww, again?" "Wellll... you looked great..." The compliment didn't work so well this time. "Really? I bet I look good to him too but he didn't get a big stiffy when he was helping me, did he?" she pointed at the barman, "I think it's the inflatables. I think the squeaky plastic does it for you, weirdo. Get out of the pool." With that she got up and started to walk away. Her anger and all of the eyes now on him had done wonders for shrinking his erection, so with a creak and a squeal he pulled himself out before starting to unclip the buckles on the swim vest. "No!" she said, waggling her finger, "you will wear them to go to the room, floatie-boy!" With that she pointed towards the hotel entrance. Chris didn't want to anger her further, so he padded across the tiles and concrete to the hotel entrance, cheeks glowing with embarrassment as people looked at him walking through the lobby still wet with his inflatables tight about his body. Mira followed a few paces behind, ignoring him. He was glad of the solitary sanctuary of the elevator when the doors finally slid closed and rose towards their floor.
  14. Dan got into the shower, washing himself. Holly said she would clear up the mess they had made after the pump to pop in the sleeping bag. He still couldn't believe what Holly did for his birthday. They had a few sessions with balloons before but nothing like this. Last time they had a blow to pop race with 12 inches, it was fun but Dan didn't know Holly would get into it, she must have been practicing. After a few minutes Holly enters the bathroom, completely naked holding a red balloon. It is deflated but looked like a 16 inch. "Ready for a bit more fun?" She says in a sexy voice. Dan feels his heart starting to race. Holly steps into the shower with him and takes the shower head off. "What are you doing?" Asks Dan. "You'll see" she places the neck over the balloon, it starts to fill with water. "Sit down, you're going to enjoy this." She says. Dan obeys, sitting against the shower wall. Holly places the expanding balloon against his growing dick and lays on top of it, pushing it against him. Dan moans in pleasure and slips onto his back. Holly climbs on top of him and starts grinding harder against the balloon, the water making it squeak. It is about the size of a small beach ball by now and getting bigger. Dan loves the warm feel to it, it isn't as tight as it would be if filled with air but more bouncy. "Harder! Don't stop!" Crys Dan. Holly pushes harder, her whole weight against the balloon, forcing it to bulge around Dan's cock. Her wet pussy squeaks loudly against the balloon, every time she rubs against it. The ballon is getting huge now and will pop any second. Holly keeps grinding harder and faster, putting her arms around Dan to pull herself closer. One more loud squeak then the balloon bursts, warm water exploding all over them. "That" panted Dan "was amazing." "Come with me, we're not quite finished yet." "How many more balloons do you have?" "I got a whole bag full, we could go on all night. Better save a few for tomorrow though." Holly leads Dan back to the bedroom, not bothering to dry off. "Get back in into the sleeping bag, I'll fetch some balloons." She goes through her bag looking for the packet of 11 inch balloons. Once she finds them she throws them to Dan and pulls out another 24 inch. A light blue colour. "What you got planned now then?" Asks Dan. "We're gonna start off by inflating the 11 inches, then we're going to stuff them into the sleeping bag before we over inflate this 24 inch." She climbs in with Dan and zips the bag closed. She opens the packet of balloons, offering a green one to Dan then taking a blue one for herself. Holly takes a deep breath and inflates the balloon. Dan loves the sound of the air as it rushes into the balloon, he puts his balloon to his lips and blows. Holly keeps blowing until the balloon's neck starts inflating, then ties it off and puts it deep inside the sleeping bag before grabbing another. A white one this time. Dan keeps inflating his, the neck is starting to push against his lips but he keeps going. It is getting hard to put any more air in but Dan keeps trying when suddenly BANG! The ballon pops making Holly jump. "Whoops" Holly glares at him "that was right next to my ear!" "Sorry, got a bit carried away." She laughs and hands him another, a pink one. "Try not to pop it this time." He takes it eagerly and starts blowing. Holly puts a few more breaths in hers and ties it. Dan's balloon is starting to get a neck, he puts in another breath. "Dan..." "Okay, okay." He goes to tie it but then puts another breath into it. Holly just laughs. "I thought you were scared of blowing balloons until they popped." "I used to be but I think you've cured that." He puts half a breath into it, then finally ties it. He stuffs it in between his legs and finds another. They continue inflating the balloons and stuffing them until the sleeping bag is almost full. Dan and Holly are both inflating when Holly pinches the neck closed. "You want to see who can get the biggest neck without popping it?" Asks Holly. "Sure." Dan's balloon is already over inflated so Holly blows faster to catch up. The neck on Dan's ballon is almost as long as the body but he keeps on blowing without hesitation. Holly's balloon has half the neck inflated, she carefully pulls the neck to stretch it as much as possible before putting three more breaths in. As she is slowly blowing one more in, there is a loud bang. Holly jumps, almost letting go of her balloon. She looks at Dan. The mouthpiece is still in his mouth. "You're not very good at this are you?" She laughs. "Did you see how big it got? The neck was so long, I just had to keep going." "Let's see how big I can get mine." Holly struggles to get a grip on the balloon because the neck is inflated so much. After two big breaths she decides to tie it. The balloon is almost completely transparent and looks like it's about to pop any second. She pushes it inside the sleeping bag. "I want to see you blow one till it pops." Says Dan "Okay, it still scares me a little but I'll do it." She replies. "Really? you look like you're enjoying it." "Oh I am. I love blowing them to the limit, just get a little nervous just before it pops." "You don't have to." "It's fine, I want too." She takes a red balloon and starts stretching it. After a few deep breaths she puts it to her lips and slowly blows into it. Dan lies, watching her as the balloon gets bigger and bigger. She's so beautiful. He thinks. I still can't believe she'll pop balloons for me. It came out of nowhere. Dan puts his hands on the side of the balloon, it's getting tight but she continues blowing. After the neck is completely inflated she hesitates. "It's fine, keep going you're almost there." Holly inhales fully and forces the air inside the balloon. It still doesn't pop. She keeps going even though its almost impossible to blow anymore. Then finally it pops with a loud bang, making them both jump. "Wow, wasn't expecting it to get that big. Well done Holly. She try's to hug Dan, squeezing all the balloons against him. "Almost done. We'll inflate the 24 inch next." "You think it'll fit? There's barely enough room for us." "Guess we'll find out." She's says, finding the balloon. "We'll take it in turns inflating until it gets too tight, then we'll tie it." "Can't we pop it?" Asks Dan with a grin. "Doubt there'll be enough room, but we'll see. I don't think I could do it it anyway, a 11 inch is scary enough." "Okay, hurry up and inflate it. I'm so turned on!" She smiles and starts inflating the huge balloon in between them. It starts pushing the smaller balloons against them as it gets bigger. After Holly has inflated it halfway she gives it to Dan. "Your turn." She pants. He takes it from her and bites on the mouthpiece. It's wet from Holly's saliva. This turns him on even more, sighing with pleasure he starts inflating. He keeps blowing until the ballon is bulging against them. "Here you go, make it tight." Dan passes it to Holly. She starts blowing immediately. Dan can see how turned on she is. She doesn't slow down until it's pushing hard against them. "Can't get it much tighter." She goes to tie it but Dan stops her. "I'll see what I can do." The ballon is dripping with Holly's saliva. Dan takes it from her and blows. It's getting very hard to inflate and the pressure against his body is getting stronger, he doesn't stop until the neck is touching his lips. "Dan I think that's enough, I can barely move." "Just one more?" He asks. "Go on then." Dan forces one more breath in. BANG! At first he thinks the 24 inch popped, then he realised it was one of the smaller ones. "Must of been that one I inflated, I'm surprised it didn't pop sooner." Holly says. Dan ties the 24 inch. He can hardly move with all the balloons pushed against him. Holly starts grinding against the balloons. Every time she moves the balloons get pushed against him. He puts his arms around holly, moaning with the intense pleasure. She sighs in his ear. Dan is just about to cum when the 24 inch explodes. Holly moans loudly and Dan cums on the smaller balloons. There's another pop and Holly falls on top of him panting. After lying together for a while they unzip the sleeping bag, the balloons falling out onto the bed and floor. It's getting late so they get into bed together, leaving the balloons on the bed. "So since when did you get so into balloons?" Asks Dan. "Well, I was going to buy you some balloons for your birthday, more of a joke present than anything. I ordered a few bags of good quality balloons online the other week. A few days ago I was shopping and saw there was camping equipment on sale. I thought we could go camping together sometime, so I bought us a tent and some sleeping bags. When I got home I saw the balloons siting on the table. I looked at the sleeping bag and had an idea. I wondered what it'd feel like in the sleeping bag with a huge balloon pressed against me. I wanted ideas to surprise you with on your birthday so I decided to try it out. I got in and grabbed a 24 inch and blew it up. After it started getting tight I got a little scared, so I attached it to the electric pump. My idea was that I'd force myself to pop it. Once the balloon got tight I couldn't move to turn the pump off. Eventually it popped, it felt amazing. That evening I decided to try out the bag of 12 inch balloons, I only meant to make sure they were a good quality but before I know it I was over inflating them, seeing how big they could get. Soon I was riding and popping them. I even managed to blow one until it popped. I realised I was getting turned on and soon had popped the whole packet." "I'm glad you enjoyed them. Never thought you'd get into it." Dan kisses her and soon they fall asleep. Dan wakes to the sound of air rushing into a balloon. He opens his eyes. Holly is sitting next to him inflating a 16 inch. It's huge the neck against her lips. She grabs an inflated balloon from the day before and starts riding it against him. After two more breaths it bursts. She giggles and starts riding harder, the neck shooting out every time she bounces. Suddenly it pops and she falls on top of him. "Wow, what a way to wake up." Dan says. "You fancy going camping this weekend?" Holly asks. "Yeah sounds fun. Will you be bringing balloons?" "Of course." "Can't wait." - Written by Wildheart
  15. "Come on, let's go to the pool!" she implored. They'd spent the last couple of days of the holiday exploring the sights of the island, but today Mira wanted to go swimming. "I don't really want to..." Chris said quietly, "how about the castle on the clifftop, it looks like it might be fun..." "No! I want to go swimming. The hotel has a great pool. And you're coming swimming with me, because it'll make me happy. You want me to be happy, don't you?" She stepped closer to him, pushing out her small breasts and swaying her hips, touching him on the chin with a single finger and a sultry smile. Chris was used to her acting this way. He knew he'd go along with it in the hope their relationship might progress. Mira didn't put out easily, and after three weeks of going out they still hadn't got beyond kissing and cuddling - to Chris' growing frustration. That's why they were here - he'd thought they might get more serious if he took her on holiday, but not so far. Maybe this time? "Well... ok then" he said with a smile, and Mira did a happy little dance and pecked him on the cheek. He began thinking as they took a couple of towels and made their way down towards the hotel pool. Perhaps he could stay in the shallow end? Perhaps he could find a lilo or something to float on and hopefully she wouldn't push him off... because Chris had a secret - in the 22 years of his life, he'd never learned to swim. He couldn't even float. Mira was already wearing her bikini - a yellow two-piece - under her clothes, and Chris' neon green shorts were suitable for swimming in. They stripped of their t-shirts and sneakers and Mira took off her dress and put them on one of the vacant loungers by the pool. "Come on then!" Mira shouted and jumped right into the otherwise vacant pool with a splash, laughing. Chris looked at the sun-faded markers on the sides. This part was only 1.5m deep. It would come up to his armpits. That would be manageable maybe? Trying to feign confidence he didn't really feel, Chris slipped into the water. He briefly panicked as his feet went down... and down... but recovered when he felt the hard tile pool bottom rather than the warm water beneath his feet. He could feel the slope to his left, and see where the water dropped suddenly to 3m a few metres before the end so people using the diving board wouldn't hurt themselves. He did NOT want to go over there! Mira splashed him playfully and he splashed her back, standing stock still but trying to look like he was having fun. Mira disappeared under the water and swam towards him, her shimmering form approaching a couple of feet below the surface... he thought she was going to rise just in front of him, but instead she grabbed his legs and pulled them from under him. He just managed to take a breath as he was dragged under and immediately fought his legs free of her grip and frantically tried to reach the surface. After what felt like an eternity his feet found the tiles again and he pushed himself upwards. He broke the surface with a gasp and managed to stand, panting, as Mira watched him. "What was that all about, weirdo?" she asked with grin. Well... he couldn't bluff anymore. "I can't swim..." he said quietly, barely audible over the water still sloshing around him. "Speak up! Why did you spaz out?" she laughed, treading water a few feet away. "I can't swim" he repeated, loud enough for her to hear him. "Who can't swim at your age?!" she laughed, splashing him playfully again, "only some kind of baby-boy!" She saw the look on his face, and her laughter redoubled. "You really can't! Wow! How did you get away with that one through school?!" He shrugged, "It's not exactly an important day to day skill..." In truth he'd gone to school in an inland town without a pool. Whilst swimming lessons were mandatory in many schools in other towns, they couldn't do them at his. She laughed again, slowly getting over her mirth. "Well then, I want to swim, and I want you to swim with me, so I guess we'll have to get you some arm bands or a rubber ring like a kid!" She swam towards the side of the pool again and effortlessly hauled her skinny frame out, whilst Chris slowly made his way up towards the ladder at the shallow end, his cheeks burning with embarrassment as those sunbathing around the pool who had heard her watched him. Mira had gone towards the bar-come-shop beside the pool, and was speaking to the attendant there. She pointed back at Chris - he heard her laugh quietly after saying something - and the attendant popped into the room behind the wall of bottles and packets and emerged a few seconds later with a net sack full of orange, yellow, pink and white items. He dropped it over the bar for Mira to rummage in. The sack was full of pre-inflated water wings and swim rings - intended for children visiting the pool to borrow. As Chris approached the attendant gave him a mocking grin before going back to restocking one of the fridges. Mira had picked out a 50cm swim ring. It had a clear top printed with blue, pink and orange fish, and yellow bottom half. It was a bit wrinkled around the seams. She handed it to him. It felt a bit flaccid, the vinyl warm and yielding in the warmth of the day. "Blow that up properly" she said as she ducked down again to rummage for the waterwing with matched a shiny orange two-chambered on she'd found. Chris found the valve on the base of the ring, and trying to ignore the people all around watching him, he blew a few breaths into the ring. It firmed up, the wrinkles just becoming little ripples round the outside seam. Mira had meanwhile found the matching waterwing. They were tightly inflated already. He stood there holding the ring as she looked at him. "Well, then, put it on..." she waggled at his waist with her hand. Chris studied the 30cm hole in the middle of the ring, then glanced down at his hips and waist, "I don't think it'll fit me..." Mira let out an exasperated sigh and, placing the armbands on the bar, grabbed the ring from him with a squeak. "Of course it'll fit. It's made for it." She held it low at his shin height and beckoned him to step into it. She then pulled it up to the middle of his thighs, where it promptly got stuck as his hips widened. Undeterred, she gripped it firmly at each side and with creaks and squeaks of protest worked it left and right over his shorts until the tight ring slipped over the waistband and round his waist. The ring made it feel like we was wearing a corset as it squeezed all round him. She grabbed the armbands again then took his arm and tried to squeeze his adult arm into the tight hole. It clearly wouldn't fit. With her teeth she pulled the vales out and squeezed them with her fingertips. The wings softened with a hisssssss and she dragged it easily up to his armpit. Taking the valves one by one between her lips she inflated the wing hard again, then repeated the procedure with the other arm. The bar attendant looked at him for a second and huffed a small laugh at the adult in a kids swim ring and a pair of big orange floaties. Chris shot him an angry glance, which Mira saw and laughed. "You do look silly, no need to be moody. It's you who can't swim!" With that she led him by the hand back towards the pool. A few people around the water's edge saw him and laughed, perhaps thinking he was just being a fool, but his cheeks reddened anyway. She jumped into the water, and beckoned him to get in. He slid in, catching the ring on the tiled edge with a creak as he lowered himself. The buoyancy of the ring pushed it up over his belly and into his armpits, where it creaked and squeaked constantly against the underside of the armbands and felt like it was constricting his breathing. The combination did however keep him afloat as he splashed his way slowly towards the deeper water where Mira was heading. "God, you're not going to be much fun to race are you?" She grabbed a soft rubber ball from the side of the pool where it had been floating and chucked it at him, it bumped off his forehead and landed with a splut in the water just in front of him. "You're it!" she called, and turned to swim away. With that a one-sided game of ball-tag began. Chris struggling after the ball and grabbing it before taking a couple of attempts to hit the agile Mira whilst creaking and squealing in his inflatables, before she quickly grabbed the ball and whacked it accurately into his face or head as he couldn't easily evade it. It must have gone on for ten minutes before Mira began getting hit more as kids from various families began occupying the pool, hindering her agility. Some of the kids laughed openly at Chris. Not liking that she wasn't winning so easily, Mira decided enough was enough. "I'm getting tired, and you're embarrassing me in your inflatable toys." She quickly swam to the side and hauled herself out. "Put them back then you can buy me dinner to make up for it." With that she strode over to the lounger with the clothes, took her dress and towel and headed back into the hotel without a glance backwards. Chris made his way to the shallow end and pulled himself up the ladder. He tried to quietly remove the wings but they squeaked down both arms, and then made even more noise and drew a few amused glances as he struggled to get the now stretched and deformed swim ring off without pulling his soggy shorts down. He eventually managed it and quietly put the inflatables back in the net bag beside the bar. With one final grin the barman watched him collect his clothes and head back inside.
  16. Hello. Just wanted to say hi. I am a bisexual female, 43 years old and married. I love inflatables. And balloons. The bigger the better. I love inflating by mouth. My other loves are reading, anime, heavy metal music and drawing. Nice to meet you all.
  17. I’m currently a surrport worker but will be going to uni but that’s uncertain atm due to this virus :(
  18. My names Jake I’ve been a looner for 5-6 years now I’m from the south Uk
  19. I have had beach balls end up in our backyard and kept them for personal use. Items that have been used seem to always feel better than brand new ones.
  20. Thar she blows! Inflatable orca whales will never be the same with this comfortable and squishy and decorative killer whale inspired by Dirty Bird's digital art. It has been sculpted to recreate the squishy form envisaged by the artist. To be lounged upon - and to be floated upon by the intrepid - thanks to an ingenious internal baffle construction that gives it its unique body shape and makes it stable on water and on the ground. The whale float is 2.2 (7'4") long and 1.5m (5') tall to the top of the fluke. Large but compact enough to fit into most environments. This is our first heavy-duty toy made of 0.4mm strong, extra soft vinyl. All body seams of this whale are flat/overlapping seams reinforced with a 2cm wide textured vinyl strip (as known from other "custom" inflatable toys).
  21. Fruit slices, swan floats and inflatable poop emojis are not your thing? Then this classic inflatable blue whale ride-on will take you back to the 1990s, when inflatable animal pooltoys looked like, well.... inflatable animal pooltoys. When the riders were small and the ride-ons huge. This blue whale recreates the vintage look of a now rare massive inflatable blue whale. This decorative piece is made without the ugly large handles, with a quick-deflation valve to repleace the tedious small standard valve with safety flap... and we took a bit of liberty with the warnings... not that there were that many in the 1990s. The classic blue whale is 213 cm long (like the original, which was not quite as big as advertised...) made from soft 0.25mm vinyl and, like the original, is a single chamber design. It's box art, lovingly created by digital artists, is reference to the original. https://horseplay-toys.com/collections/inflatable-animals/products/classic-1990s-inflatable-blue-whale-ride-on
  22. Dan sat on his bed waiting for his girlfriend Holly to come round. It was his birthday and she said that she had something special planned. He hoped it had something to do with balloons, she know about his fetish and they had inflated some 12 inch balloons together once. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Dan jumped off his bed and ran to open it. She was standing there, as beautiful as ever. "Happy birthday!" She said, giving him a long kiss. "I ordered something for you, I hope you're up for a bit of fun." "Can't wait." Replied Dan simply. Holly pulled a backpack off and walked into the living room. Dan closed the door and followed her. "Do you want a drink or anything?" He asked. "No, I want to get right to it. Go wait for me in the bedroom." Dan felt nervous excitement as he wondered what she had planned, he walked to his bed taking off his jumper. Holly opened her backpack, taking something out, Dan couldn't see what. "Go sit in the edge of the bed and take off your belt." Dan did as he was told. Holly walked in front of him, and crouched down. In her hand was a limp red balloon. "Is that...?" He began "Yep, it's a 16 inch. Want to know what I'm gonna do with it?" Dan opened his mouth to speak. "Ssh, just watch me." She began stretching the balloon, moving closer to Dan. She sat on his lap and gave him a long kiss. "You ready? She whispered. Before waiting for an answer she pulled open Dan's pants and placed the balloon inside so only the neck was showing. Dan couldn't believe was he was seeing. Was she going to inflate a balloon in his pants? Holly leaned in, took a breath, and blew into the balloon. It started swelling, without hesitating she blew another two, the balloon get bigger and pushing against his cock. She pinched the neck and looked at Dan. "Feel good?" She asked "Don't stop!" He replied. Dan had a raging boner by now. She giggled and leaned in to blow it bigger. Dan moaned in pleasure as the balloons started getting tighter. This exited Holly and she kept blowing harder and harder, the balloon squeaking as it rubbed against Dan. Another deep breath from Holly and in goes another breath. The balloon was getting huge, it could barely fit. She forced one more breath in and the neck started inflating. Holly hesitated for a moment. "Keep going!" Dan encouraged her. She did forcing the air in, even though it was getting hard to blow. "Oh my god it's so tight" she exclaimed, pinching the neck closed. "It feels so good!" Cried Dan "make it bigger." Holly struggled to push a few more breaths in, the neck started pushing against her lips. "It's gonna pop!" Said Dan "You or the balloon?" She asked "Both!" "I better hurry up and pop it then. I'm not done with you yet." She blew hard into the balloon, the neck pushing against her face. "One more!" Cried Dan. Usually he was too scared to pop balloons but now he was too turned on to care. Holly tried to force one more breath in, the balloon squeaked in protest but she kept going. BANG! The balloon exploded into tiny fragments in Dan's pants, making them both jump. "That was amazing." Panted Dan Holly climbed on top of him and kissed him hard. After a while she got off him. "I'm not finished yet." She breathed. Holly walked back to her bag. "Whats she gonna do now?" Dan wondered. Holly came back with a sleeping bag and placed it on the bed. "Take your clothes off and get in. I would leave your underwear on though the friction might hurt." Dan didn't question her and did what she said. Holly went back to her bag and took out an electric pump and what looked to Dan to be a clear 24 inch balloon. She plugged the pump into the wall and attached a tube to the pump. Dan had an idea of what she was gonna do, he got hard just thinking about it. Holly put the balloon on the end of the tube and took her own clothes off. She gave the balloon to Dan. "Hold this." Then she switched the pump on and rushed to get in the sleeping bag with Dan. They lay side by side looking at each other as the balloon started inflating between them. "Happy birthday Dan" she said, then started kissing him. Soon the balloon had reached a large size, pushing them apart. "It's gonna get really tight, I hope your ready for this Dan" she put her arms around him and started grinding against the balloon as it pushed against them. Dan pulled himself closer to her, the balloon was bulging around them, getting tighter by the second. "You liking this?" Whispered Holly "Yeah, it feels so good." He moaned "See if you can cum before it pops. It can't be long it's getting so tight." The balloon kept getting bigger and bigger, it's couldn't reach its full size because of the sleeping bag so it just got tighter. Soon the neck started inflating. "When's it gonna pop? I can't last much longer." Cried Dan "AARRGGG! I didn't think it'd get this tight! She exclaimed. Dan couldn't hold it back any longer and exploded all over the balloon. Holly grabbed the balloon, pulling it in closer to her. "Yes!" She screamed, grinding harder against it. BANG! The balloon finally popped with a deafening bang. They fell on to each other, both panting and wet. It had been the best birthday of Dan's life. - Written by WildHeart
  23. I never did something like this myself but I'm so curious to hear what other people did with left behind beachballs :)
  24. It was a beautiful clear night. My family and friends were camping by the lake, split up amongst six tents and two caravans. My tent was at one side of our little encampment, not far from the gently lapping shoreline. Auntie Alice - not keen on roughing it in a tent - was in one of the caravans with the same relative she'd shared a house with in Spain a couple of years before. We'd just had a barbecue, washing the food down with a few cold beers, and I was feeling good. We had just arrived the night before, so I hadn't had much time to speak to Alice beyond small talk. I was hoping tonight we might be able to see each other - which was why I'd put my tent purposefully to one side. We could just hear some laughter and shouts from further up the shore, beyond a small promontory, and I slowly walked along the beach towards the noise to see what was going on as the sun began to set. As I climbed up the rocky outcrop, the cause of the noise came into view. A group in their late teens or early twenties had parked a couple of pickups on the beach and were having themselves a party. The mainly male group had a couple of cool boxes of beers and a barbecue of their own. I just caught the faint whiff of weed drifing over on a gentle breeze. There were nine of them in total, six lads and three girls. They looked like meathead guys to me - big on exercise and preening themselves, small on intellect, and I decided not to bother going over - we were unlikely to have much in common... but something caught my eye - one of the girls - a fat, dough-faced one, was sitting side-on on something interesting. It appeared to be a yellow-bodied inflatable dragon with little yellow wings, purple head and legs. Her weight was squashing it in the evening heat, the seams tight. She was smoking a roll-up in one hand and holding a beer in the other, giggling along with one of the guys who was lying beside her on the beach. When she tapped the ash from her cig, I could see the sparks drifting towards the toy's head. I had an impulse to save it from her fat ass and burning, but I couldn't think of a good reason to go over and ask about it. Cursing quietly to myself I tried to think of some way of getting it. I jumped when I heard a footstep right behind me. "What are you looking at, stranger?" Alice asked. I quickly glanced around to make sure she was alone. I could see the embers of our babecue-come-fire, but nobody else. "I saw something interesting" I said, pointing down. Alice grimaced when she saw the girl - "Eugh, I'm surprised you're into a specimen like that..." she started. "No, Alice, the thing she's sitting on..." "I know, I know," she said, punching me gently on the arm, "those are quite rare. Been out of production for a while now! It would be a shame if it got popped by this bunch of reprobates... not when we could have so much fun with it first!" I nodded and said that's what I had been thinking too. One of the guys was now drunkenly shouting and simulating oral sex with the poor little dragon, yanking it by the horns so its muzzle bumped off his crotch, much to the raucous hilarity of the others. He slapped its head aside and kicked it a couple of times, making the fat girl bounce on it. She laughed and bounced more. "I think we'll have to act fast!" Alice said - "keep an eye on this bunch, I'll be right back!" She quickly scrambled back down the outcrop and stealthily back towards the camp. I watched as the dragon was battered, came close to having a hole burned in it twice, and was stood on by one of the smaller lads when he went to bump the fat girl on the head with his groin for some dumbass reason. It felt like forever when I heard Alice coming back. She was carrying a pallet of 24 beer cans from the weekend supply. "Phew!" she said, "I hope this works! Stay here with the beer, come when I signal you." With that she set off calmly down the other side of the promontory towards the party. Aiming to walk round it, she feigned noticing the dragon for the first time and approached one of the boys. I couldn't really hear what she was saying, but at the end she leaned in and gave the two guys she was talking to a peck on the cheek each. She then turned to face me and waved me down. I carried the beer down the tricky rock surface as one of the guys went and tried to roll the giggling girl off the dragon. She playfully resisted until she drunkenly fell over backwards and one of the other guys grabbed the dragon by its two front legs and pulled. I honestly expected him to rip the legs off, but with a tortured creak it slid out from under her huge frame. He carried it over - it was limp, from a tear or from the weight it had endured I could not yet tell. "He doesn't look retarded, just looks like a dweeb" the guy said, pointing at me. I didn't know what was going on, so I kept quiet. Alice clarified it for me, and I realised with a flush of anger what she'd told them: "No, but he's got a feeble mind, and will just love to play on that kids inflatable dragon in the lake this weekend. Anyway, see, he's brought you the beers I said I'd trade you - your coolers are almost empty after all and the night is still young." True enough, there were only a couple of bottles left in each. One of the pair grabbed the case of beer from me, and the other drop-kicked the dragon at me with a whoomp. "Take your toy, baby-brain!" he laughed as he walked back towards the others. Most of them laughed, but one of the girls told him off for mocking me. Alice comforted me as if I was a child - "poor baby, come with Auntie and your new toy..." Playing along, I grabbed the dragon by a horn and pulled it behind me as Alice held my other hand and led me away further along the shore line and over the next promontory. The partygoers seemed to have already forgotten about it by the time we were a few metres away in the fading light and didn't spare us a second glance as they tore into the case of beer. "You didn't need to tell them I was retarded" I said with a sad face on. "Shhh, they needed to think they were doing us a favour and benefitting most - and they're drunk, so it needed to be simple. We lost what they want, and they lost something they don't care about to someone they got to mock. Perfect way to play a meathead." We reached a deserted and silent area of beach - barely able to hear the laughter far behind us. "Now, you wait here, whilst I prepare your little toy..." she took the dragon from me and located the valve under its butt, "and I'll make it up to you." She went to the shore and quickly washed the valve in the lake water before unplugging it and starting to blow. Her ample breasts heaved in the moonlight as the dragon quickly firmed up. When there were a few wrinkles left in the body and snout she tested it by digging her fingers in and nodded. My dick was rock hard in my shorts at this point. She carried the dragon over and placed it down just in front of me, head just under my crotch height. "Now then my dear, you just drop your little pants and I'll take care of your special problem, like a good carer should." I fumbled my belt undone and dropped my shorts and boxers onto the sand at my feet. "Good boy" she said, sitting down on the tight back of the dragon in front of me with a squeak. She placed her warm hands on my thighs and guided me forwards, encouraging me to crouch so my tight balls rested on the warm, firm head of the dragon, my penis between the horns and pulsing, almost painfully hard. She leaned forward and gently eased back my foreskin the rest of the way with her hand. She opened her mouth and slowly took it in, the intense warmth and wetness of her mouth was incredible as she rested her chin between the dragon's horns and gently suckled me, her tongue tickling the underside of my head, the dragon ticking my balls and her warm hands round grabbing my ass in the moonlight. She was rubbing herself, thrusting on the back of the dragon with her hips, emparting a rocking motion which moved me back and forth in her mouth. I dared not look around in case anyone from the party - or worse, our camp - had decided to go for a walk on the beach. The nervous energy heightened the sensations as Alice casually sucked me. It was not long at all until I felt the feeling in the pit of my stomach begin to grow, a tingly wave passing through me with each movement of her tongue, brush of ball-on-dragon or tightening of her grip on my butt. I moaned quietly, and she slowed her sucking and licking a little, letting the feeling grow more and more. This time I grunted, and she nearly stopped, tentatively flicking her tongue around... the waves built and built and my legs began to shake... she suddenly took me deeper and sucked more firmly again, flinging me over the edge with a mighty convulsion that fired my semen right into her throat, pulse after pulse of it - she continued suckling as the spurting stopped, and finally pulled back. A great dribble of spunk fell from her mouth onto the dragon's head before dripping slowly onto the sand. "Good lord," she mumbled, swallowing with a big grin, "when did you last wank? That was a lot!" "Oh, Auntie Alice... it's just been too long!" I said. "Well, then, we'll just need to adjust your prescription then, won't we?" she said with a wink...
  25. So i have several situations. I've stolen beachballs several times. Sometimes i would just go on a walk and go past people's gardens and see a beachball forgotten against the garden fence, then what I would do is deflate the ball through the fence to be able to get and then what i would do is either inflate and pop it (done 3 times) or just keep it (done twice) never got caught and I doubt the owners actually missed the balls seeing the state they were in or for how long they had been there. That's all for me. Would love to hear what happened to other people
  26. ———Disclaimer——— I do not promote any breaking of the laws, and if this is something that bothers you, go away and don’t start drama. Judge free, I’m just curious curious ——————————— So what happened, how did you get the toy and what did you do with it? Was it stolen, blown in by a storm or found in a friends house and you yiffed it while they were distracted. Tell the story.
  27. Hi everyone. My name's Christopher. I love inflatables and have done for many years now. Started masturbating with them when I was 13. I use my inflatable armbands as they are my favourite toy.
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