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Jeff deposited the balloon he had just sprayed with sperm outside on the patio. He was tempted to call Janice so that he could watch her stomp the cum-covered balloon into oblivion, but he was just too embarrassed; after all, she had only blown it up a few minutes before, right after she busted the last balloon he had jizzed all over. Men cumming on balloons didn't seem to faze Janice much, but why push his luck?

Jeff decided he needed a little rest, realizing with some amusement that this might be the first time in his life when he wanted a break from images of women blowing up and popping balloons. He laid back on the bed, but the feel of the mattress reminded him of Suzette, who had used her incredible lungs to blow it rock-hard even as it bore both his weight and hers. Turning on his side, he gazed at a big 24*quot; balloon sitting in lounge chair, and wondered what goddess had blown it so big and tight?a thought that made other parts of him start to grow big and tight. His cock ached with the effort, as if to say, *quot;Not again!*quot;, but it responded nonetheless. No, he wasn't going to get any rest, that was for sure.

He tried to conjure up a memory of the photos BustyLaura1234 had sent to him, tantalizing teases of her balloon-sized boobs showing a valley of cleavage and just a hint of brown areolae. But instead he found himself thinking of Tracy and the feel of her big, soft breasts pressing against his hands as she filled her mighty lungs and blew into a giant vinyl inflatable. He thought of the way her cheeks puffed big and round as she mercilessly delivered the death blow to a poor pink balloon that she had inflated well beyond its rated size, blowing long and hard into the trembling latex until she blasted it into a million rubber shards that floated away on the wind.

He thought of Suzette, her legs spread, her sparkling eyes drilling into his, forcing air from her lungs into the mattress they were lying on and pretending not to notice the tip of his cock as it pushed into her pussy, the head of his cock separated from its warm, wet folds only by the thin fabric of her panties.

He thought of Janice digging her fingers into a balloon that wasn't quite perfect, her nails dimpling the latex just before it yielded to to her crushing grip and exploded. He thought of the way she quickly and expertly inflated another to replace it, blowing it big and full in wh at seemed like a matter of seconds, then casually tucking the tightly-inflated pear-shaped latex balloon under one slender arm as her experienced fingers tied it.

He thought of Alicia, her doe-eyed innocent features contorted as her cheeks swelled with the effort of blowing the big purple balloon, and Nan, lithe and fit, the first older woman to ever give him a hard-on as she blew up the same balloon even bigger and faster.

His hand curled around the shaft of his member, and that was all he needed. He blasted yet another load of cum into the comforter atop his bed.

So much for a nap, he thought.

Jeff thought about taking a walk around town, but he was concerned about what he would see; after all, he only had so poker oyna many pairs of clean underwear. He decided instead that he would explore the hotel a bit?maybe check out the pool, where Janice had told him the bellgirls would be happy to blow up any pool toys he might want. He wondered if they had those big six-foot beach balls he had seen on the Internet, and he was pretty sure they did?along with a pretty maiden to transform it from a flat, featureless pile of latex into a sphere taller than he was using only lips and lungs, a woman who would undoubtedly huff and puff and puff and huff until every last wrinkle was blown smooth.

Down, boy, he thought.

Jeff pulled on clean clothes and headed down the stairs into the lobby. He hadn't really looked around much when he checked in, distracted as he was by all the colorful balloons decorating the place?not to mention Janice at the front desk, who was blowing one of them up. The lobby had been mostly empty of people when he checked in, but now it was buzzing. There were clusters of comfortable chairs by the floor-to-ceiling bay windows, and most were full.

He wandered close to three women seated around a coffee table on which a briefcase was open and several balloons were laid out as if on display. One of the women, nattily dressed in a business suit, was holding up a bright red latex paddle that Jeff guessed would inflate to three feet or more.

*quot;I imagine all the latex shards from overnflated balloons wreak havoc with your vacuum cleaners, Mrs. Inflar,*quot; the woman was saying. Mrs. Inflar - Hadn't Janice said she was the owner of the Balloonville Bed