0 comments/ 12055 views/ 0 favorites Balloons By: MungoParkIII The clear vowels rise like balloons.               Sylvia Plath I wish it were more than just the crystal tone of your voice rising from the rumpled sheets, the bed a distant landscape viewed from far above. The room a sky, an expanse, a horizon filled in blue with white clouds and today, rising into the horizon a thousand hot air balloons, each so brightly colorful in the sun. Your words floating into my consciousness as I touch you, here... there, softer, faster. Each utterance more urgent as the jets roar in a bright flame and the balloon surges upward, "...faster, yes, yes faster, higher, yes I'm...," coming from below - another balloon, fiery bright pink, gaping open, wanting. And suddenly it was over as the ache in my jaw became noticeable, the fragrant wetness on my face drying as I rest, my head on her thigh. I patiently linger for the reciprocation, my cock hard in anticipation, yet softening some in the wait. The ups and downs of it all feels so fleeting, from the exhilaration of watching her in complete pleasure, to the deflation of selfishly waiting for "my turn." Unless of course you try the fumbling give and take, take, take, of simultaneous, both settling for something less, but doing it together. I watch as her lips, the lips that just moments ago seemed to surge over my mouth, swollen, bright pink glistening in the light, now descend, becoming a still life framed in the soft tufts of pubic hair. Matted and still damp her hair curls tightly, much like the hair on her head and I envision it wrapping around my cock, sliding over it and finally glistening as it absorbs my cum. A hair-fuck if you will. Why not? It was her hair that attracted me to her in the first place. Fuck... such a vicious word. "Hey fuck you buddy," you scream at the asshole who cut you off, stole your watch, bumped into you on the street. "I gonna kick your fucking ass." "Why don't we go back to your place and fuck." So callous and uncaring and yet we don't dare go there and make love, that might invoke the possibility, the improbability and even the very idea of love. "God I love your hair, but hey let's take it a bit slower here." Still waiting, I consider the now tight slit of her pussy at rest, the bright pink nearly completely concealed beneath her darker outer folds, the clit safely tucked away, hidden. Less than an hour ago this sight was my quest, uncovering it from the silken frills, the cotton shorts and the feigned disinterest in me. A few drinks and hey, a genuine seeming connection soon peeled back her layers, as my tongue later did between her legs. Oh and now she finally decides to move after how long... how long have I waited? How far has the sun crept into the window, easing its way over our bodies while I waited? Well actually the sun pretty much covered us as we started and well it really hasn't moved. So as she motioned for me to mover closer and took hold of my cock I glanced over at the clock. Damn, for all the interminable hours I waited for her to reciprocate, all the time I pondered my aching jaw, sex and simultaneous orgasms, the time I thought of her hair, pubic and otherwise, the time I debated the proper usage of fuck and the hours I pondered the delicate slit between her legs, the clock had only moved twice, once for thirty two minutes after the hour and once again for thirty three. Her fingers opened her lips and guided me in, into the warmth, the wet softness, the soaring sensation of her. Rhythm became a subtle pleasure, increasing with each sway, forward and back, inside and out as we began to move together, hips in a beautiful unison. A dance without music, lyrics without song as I whispered of softness, pleasure and love. She started to moan, but all too quickly it was over as I flooded her in startled spurts and then fell upon her. She wished it were more, the disappointment hung in the room like a damp, dank fog, blue skies suddenly gray as storms clouded the horizon. It was like that... a balloon, the bright color expanding with each breath as the excitement grows faster and faster and then suddenly, it ends with a pop. "Too soon, too soon," she wanted to moan at me, but it all just collapsed in silence, the moment torn and spread across the room, the fiery bright pink, gaping open, wanting, still wanting. I'll remember her hair, the tight curls that might have curled around my... and the balloons, they way they spread across the horizon for those fleeting moments I spent, I spent with her. Balloons and a Blue Ribbon "A private ride for two, please." The guide dressed in a sunny yellow shirt opened the door to the gondola and motioned us inside. A stack of sand bags weighted the base of each of the four portable winches wound with rows and rows of steel cable attached to the gondola suspended underneath the brightly colored hot air balloon. After a brief talk about the basics of tethered ballooning, he secured the basket and signaled the rest of the crew who flipped the switches on the machines. The cables began playing out and the balloon rose slowly and silently into the cloudless summer sky. When the cables reached their final distance, there was a brief bump and then the balloon was almost completely still. The only motion was a very slight swaying in the early evening breeze. We spent the first few minutes enjoying the silence and taking in the views. Then we turned our attention to each other. "Wow!" he said as he gave me a quick kiss. "This is the perfect end to a perfect day." "Ah," I said, "but this isn't the end." "It isn't?" he said. "Oh, no. A day as wonderful as this one deserves something a very special ending," I replied. "An ending like this," and I kissed him then. A simple kiss, lips against lips and then a little more. Kisses tasting of powdered sugar and sweet lemons and the magic of the day. A kiss hinting of more to come. He tangled his fingers in my hair, pulling my face closer to his, his hand loosening my blue hair ribbon which floated off in the breeze. More kisses. Deep, passionate kisses. Kisses with tongues sliding into mouths held open in invitation. Kisses which left me wanting more, needing more, promising more to come. His back against the tall, reinforced wicker walls of the gondola, he slid his hands down my body until he was cupping my ass, pulling me closer to him. I could feel his erection through his jeans as he fitted himself into the vee of my thighs. "You feel so good right now," he said. He kissed down the side of my neck, sending little shivers down my spine when he reached that sensitive spot right above my collarbone. He palmed my breasts and squeezed them together. "I've been watching these bounce all day, wanting to touch them so fuckin' much," he said as he pulled the straps of my sundress down my shoulders and gently tugged the neckline of my dress until my breasts were bared to the last rays of the blood red sun. Bared, also, to the touch of his hands. "Wanting to do this," he said and he flicked his thumbs back and forth over my nipples. His hands touched and teased and turned me on so much. I rocked my hips, brushing my pussy against his cock, feeling more of those little shivers. I brought my hands up under his shirt, moving up his chest until I felt his hard nipples. My motions echoed his, my fingers rubbing across them until his own breath was as ragged as mine and he, too, was rocking his hips against mine. "Now it's my turn to do something I've wanted to do all day," I said. I unfastened his jeans and pulled them open, sliding my hand inside and freeing his cock, before I sank to my knees in front of him. I held the base of his cock in one hand while I worked the other one up and down his cock. I turned my wrist as I stroked him. Up and down, around and around, very, very slowly at first, the movement of my hand barely perceptible. I parted my lips and tongued the head of his cock. I swirled the tip of my tongue around his cock and dipped it into the slit, tasting the drop of pre-cum. Long, slow licks of my tongue followed by quick little flicks, all the while using my hands to stroke his shaft. I opened my mouth and took the head of his cock inside. I used my tongue to taste every bit of it as my hand pumped him. "Suck it, baby. Suck me good." My hand wrapped around his erection, I adjusted my head until I could do as he'd asked. I lowered my mouth over his cock until most of the length of him was inside my mouth. I slid my head back up his cock and then sucked him back into my wet warm mouth. I traced the veins along the surface of his cock. First with my fingers as they slid along the slick skin and then with my tongue. I pulled his jeans down around his knees, taking his underwear down with them so I could play with his balls, too. I cupped them in my hand and closed my fingers gently around them. I lowered my head down over his cock and sucked, taking more and more of his cock until he was buried so deep in my mouth I could barely breathe. As I brought my mouth back up, I gripped his cock with my hand and my lips and then released, mimicking the way my pussy clenched around him. His growl of "fuck" was followed by his hands on either side of my head. I took a deep breath and relaxed my face, letting my jaw fall open. He held me still as his hips rocked into my face and his cock went farther and farther down my throat until I'd swallowed all of him. I stuck out my tongue as far as it would go and licked his balls with the tip. He eased his hips away from my face, allowing me to catch my breath and then repeated the process. Very slowly at first and then a bit faster and then faster and harder still until he was fucking my face. "Damn, girl! You're so fuckin' hot! I could come right now." His voice was ragged, deep and low, more a groan than actual words. It was so sexy but I wanted more. I wanted his cock in my pussy. When his cock was at the top of his stroke, I resisted just a bit and he released his hands immediately. The head of his cock sprang free of my mouth with a little "pop". "Fuck me," I said as I stood up and turned until I was facing away from him and leaned against the basket. I reached up and curled my hands around the smooth tubes covering the cables holding the gondola to the balloon high overhead. The side railing was the perfect height to expose my bare breasts. One small step forward and then he took the hem of my sundress and pulled it up around my waist. I heard the thin lace tear as he pulled my panties aside and thrust his cock deep in my pussy with one stroke. My breasts bounced with each thrust of his cock. He reached around and played with my breasts, cupping them in his hands. He pulled and rolled my nipples between his fingers and thumbs as I squirmed with pleasure. I reached down and rested a finger along his cock while he fucked me. The juices from my pussy made it slick and it felt like liquid silk. I rubbed the hood of my clit with light touches until it was as swollen as my nipples and so sensitive. I did my best to play with my clit exactly like he was doing with my nipples. This sent tingles through my whole body until all I could feel was his hands on my breasts, his cock in my pussy and my fingers on my clit. He pumped harder and harder into me. I rubbed my clit faster and faster in tight little circles, the sensation intensifying until I was shaking with the need to cum. He moved a hand from my breast and pulled my face to his for a deep kiss, teeth bruising lips, tongues clashing, mouths sucking, as his hips pumped still harder, his balls slapping against my body. Savoring the sensation of him fucking my mouth with his tongue while he was fucking my pussy with his stiff cock, I rubbed even faster. One more stroke of my finger on his cock, wet with my juices, another minute of touching my clit, one more fast and hard pounding from his cock. I shuddered and whimpered as my fingers on my clit and his cock in my pussy made me come. The clenching of my pussy around his cock triggered his own orgasm. I could feel the pulsing of his balls as he pumped his cum into me. I kept my fingers on my clit, still rubbing, as wave after wave of orgasms poured over me, each one a little stronger than the one before, until my clit was overwhelmed with the intensity and I had to stop. His now-softening cock slipped from my still-pulsating pussy. He smoothed my dress back down over my body and gathered me into his arms. He held me close as the balloon began its slow descent back to earth. His fingers in my hair caught the ends of the blue ribbon I wore and pulled it loose. Right before I closed my eyes for his kiss and the basket hit the ground with a gentle thud, I saw my blue ribbon fluttering in the breeze and then floating out over the fairgrounds, drifting on a current of air. Balloons and Clarinet There is one thing I've had for a long time and that is a balloon fetish. It started out that when I would get balloons, I would always lay on there and make myself cum. It felt really good because of how squishy they are and how hard I can lay on them before they pop. The latex felt good against my hard penis and a lot of times I would end up cumming all over the balloon. Of course, I have a fetish for my Clarinet as well. Before I started playing my Clarinet, I primarily would use balloons as my sex toy, but this all changed when I started playing Clarinet. The 2 fetishes now complement each other. So one day, I was a little turned on so I decided to get a bag of balloons out and put my Clarinet together. My Clarinet was lying on one side of my bed so I could use the space in the middle for the balloons. I picked out a blue balloon and blew it up. These balloons are 11 inches and normally I make them big enough that they have a little neck on them, but I like my balloons to be round. Next I picked up a red balloon and blew it up the same size. I then tied it to the blue balloon. I got out a couple more which were pink, green, purple, and white, and I tied those all together so I had a total of 6 balloons tied together. I got up and took all my clothes off. I was completely naked with the balloons and my Clarinet. I lay down onto the balloon cluster pretty hard and the pink balloon popped. I got back up, and put the purple balloon under my penis and laid down again squeezing the purple balloon. It felt good to have all the balloons rubbing up against me. I started bouncing on the purple balloon until it popped. I then got up and this time sat on the white balloon. Because it was tied to the other 4 balloons remaining, the neck of it was pushing out from under me. I started to bounce on it and suddenly it popped. At this point, I was really hard and semen was all over the last 3 balloons. I started to squeeze the green balloon a little and then I laid on it really hard until it popped. I was so turned on from all the balloon popping that I picked up my Clarinet and started to blow warm air through it. I had all the keys held down so that the warm air would go through the whole Clarinet. Semen start to drip on my bed and I had to put my penis inside the bell of my Clarinet. I started to move the bell of my Clarinet up and down a little to make it wet inside there. I was so turned on that it became really wet inside my Clarinet and when I took my penis out, my semen started dripping out a little bit. I then put my penis back in the bell of my Clarinet and sat on the blue balloon. I was sitting in a way that my weight wasn't all on the balloon at once. I then started to move the bell of my Clarinet up and down. It was so wet inside there that the movement was making noise. I then got a little faster, soon I couldn't help myself and started cumming really hard in my Clarinet. The orgasm felt so good that it felt like I was cumming for a long time. I then started slowing down until I stopped. I just sat there with my penis still in the Clarinet; I didn't want to move. I started to slide my penis out and cum was just oozing out all over the blue and red balloons. Cum was stringed along from my penis to the balloons and from the balloons to my Clarinet. When I cleaned up my Clarinet and wiped off the balloons, I put them in a container for later so I could see all the dried cum on them. Later that day, I went to look at the balloons and I could tell all the semen and cum that had gotten on them. It started to turn me on, so I stripped to my underwear and put both of the balloons on my bed. I went to get out my Clarinet and I could tell that I had a really good orgasm because some of my cum had dried in the lower section of my Clarinet. When I held the bell of my Clarinet up to the light I could see my dried cum all around the inside. I put my Clarinet together and placed in on my bed. Then while still in my underwear, I laid on the blue balloon and it popped pretty easily. Then I put the red balloon under me and laid on it as well. I had to bounce on it to pop it. I picked up my Clarinet, slid my hard penis which had semen on it inside the bell of my Clarinet and started moving the bell of my Clarinet up and down until I started cumming inside my Clarinet again. It felt really good, but I didn't cum as much as I did the first time. Usually when I try to orgasm more than once day, I don't cum as much the second time. My cum oozed out of my Clarinet when I took my penis out.