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Here's my first inflatable fetish non-pop story The boy who got blown away One hot sunny morning a young boy named as Christopher was heading to the beach with his favourite pool toys. He was very exciting but nervous at the same time, as he had always wanted to go swimming in public with his inflatable toys before, however he had felt that he would become embarrassed as other people would stare and laugh at him for using pool floaties even though he wasn't very confident at swimming. Показать полностью... He also had a secret attraction to inflatable toys which no one ever knew. He arrived at the beach where he sets up his inflatables ready for the day's events. As he begins stripping off and blowing up his pool floaties, a group of three tennage girls come up to him. The introduced themselves as Amy, Katy and Abbey. The girls ask what Christopher was doing. Feeling nervous about telling them about his secret desires, he tries to make up an excuse for having pool floaties with him. The girls do not believe him, so decided to torture him for the truth. Amy takes a balloon and starts inflating it against his crotch. Seeing this makes Christopher’s cock begin to get hard. Katy takes a pair of armbands and blows them up further exciting Christopher’s cock. Abbey says “Hey girls, looks like this one's got a thing for inflatables.” She then begins to take Christopher's cock out. She licks the tip and pulled out a swim ring and a beach ball in preparation for blowing them up. Finally admitting defeat, Christopher says “Okay girls.” “I'll admit that I have a fetish for inflatables.” "I love the way they feel on my body." "I especially love my horny inflatable water wings." The girls listen as Christopher explained that he always wanted to have a girl come up to him and give him a blow job and a hand job using his water wings until he ejaculates. The girls then started feeling horny themselves and decide to provide Christopher with his sexual dream. Katy takes the water wings and puts them on her arms then gets more out, blowing them up for the others. The girls then blow up Christopher's other inflatable items. Amy takes a bottle of baby oil to lubricate Christopher’s cock with. After that Abbey started to suck Christopher off. Christopher moaned in pleasure as he felt his cock getting harder and ready to blow. Amy then stops Abbey saying “My turn now baby.” "Let's wing him girls." She then puts a water wing on Christopher’s cock and begin to jerk him off. Christopher feels like is going to explode. He grabs Amy and rips her clothes off, putting lots of baby oil on her ass and pulled out the valves of the water wing. As he deflates it he slowly begins to put his cock inside her, whilst wrapping the pvc of the inflatable around his balls. He began to slowly pump her until finally they both couldn't take it anymore. Suddenly Abbey and Katy started to suck Amy’s clit. Christopher blows his load into Amy, who moans in pleasure as she cums on Abbey and Katy’s mouths. The three girls all cum together in a blissful orgasm. After they clean themselves and the inflatables up, they put the Inflatables away and get dressed. The four friends go and get some ice cream. Christopher thanks the girls for making his dream come true. The friends decided that they would meet up with each other and have lots of sexual fun together. The End
She arrived at the cabin. The mountains were lush green as it surrounded the lake. There was a mist that turned the shadows of the trees to a grey haze. The humid air was cool yet soothing to inhale. She was excited to finally take some time off from work and allow herself to give life and ink to all of the little stories in her head before she had to start the next semester. Показать полностью... Teaching literature can inspire new ideas; but it can also stop you from writing them down if you never take the time away from it. It doesn’t matter how good they are, if you don’t ground them to the paper, you lose them after a certain time. Her friend’s family treated her like their own; so having unfettered access to the cabin was one way they showed it. Plus it allowed them to have some eyes on it when they didn’t have the time. You have to be careful of squatters, you know. She drove her car into the carport. The hatchback was filled with just one case of luggage and several bags of groceries. She wasn’t planning on leaving until it was time to go home. She had a week’s worth of food, her laptop, and all other sorts of ways to keep her from getting bored when she would need to take a break from the writing. She brought all of the bags inside, one at a time since she wasn’t in a rush. Her last bag was a beach bag. It smelled of beach sand, salt water, and coconut. Grabbing the bag caused it to breathe all of these right in her face. The thought of relaxing in the lake brought a smile to her face and transported her mind there already. She packed her favorite suit, a beach towel bright enough to see on shore from the lake – or maybe from space, a pink float, the pump, lotion, flip flops, the straw hat, and apparently a raisin from what she remembered as a grape that must have escaped from the last trip to the beach and held refuge in the bag. Dinner took a few hours. Although, now she had enough beef stew to last the next few nights and could skip the cooking part. She showered before reading a few essays that were turned in right before the break. “I’ll start tomorrow” – she rationalized breaking her promise to herself that this was strictly her time, not to be shared with the specter of work and “those people.” Eventually, lights out. Her one-piece nightie was only barely as soft as the cotton sheets; she fell asleep almost instantly. Breakfast was a few eggs and toast. She anticipated writing, but before she got to work, she wanted to allow the rest of her mind to get here – obviously some of it was still at school. There was one surefire way to get it all in one place: the lake. She picked up the bag and brought it to the center floor of the living room. She dumped out the contents like a pirate who just found Blackbeard’s stash. The pink float was enormous. It spanned a circle over 6 feet across – taking up almost all of the available space of the room. Thank goodness she remembered the pump this time. Last time, she had to go without. It would take her hours to breath enough air into the behemoth. Although, behemoth yes; beastly it was not. Upon inspection, the pink float had what could be a flamingo’s neck and two wings on the side. There were two black handles near the neck on the main body. She plugged in the pump, and then inserted it into the valve. Vroommmm – as the pump buzzed like a handheld vacuum cleaner. It started as a sheet covered in shadows, wrinkles, and creases. As it filled with air, it rose off the ground. Slowly, the middle chamber of the body started to take shape looking like a large ring with a ball in the middle. As it took its final form, the wrinkles started to disappear. After the wrinkles were gone, it continued to expand. The little motor started to hum louder as it struggled to keep pushing more air in – and so much air kept trying to push back out. She stopped what she was doing to take the next step. She pulled the pump out of the valve; it gave a fwooosh for a quick second, and then she closed the cap – still firm as she gave it a satisfying squeeze. She switched the pump to the valve of the outer ring. It started out as a large skirt that surrounded the inflated center like a tablecloth. Soon, it too started to take shape. It expanded outward, then upward. The head of the flamingo took shape and erected itself as the volume of air filled the outer chamber. Again, the wrinkles slowly evaporated until there were none. The tube began to expand, and the motor revved up again. This time, she waited a little longer to make sure the outside was firmer than the inner chambers – just the way she liked it. She picked it up and pulled out the pump; the fwoosh was louder this time, but she closed the valve quickly; and the outside was markedly more firm than the inside. “It’s time.” She dropped from holding it, and it bounced about on the ground like a mold of jelly in an almost cartoon fashion. The long neck swayed back and forth a little. The toy was at its limits of stretch. She became a little giddy. She was already changed into her suit. She put the lotion on to stop her inevitable burn. The sun was the natural enemy of gingers; this would help them to exist in harmony. She put her flip flops on, and before she grabbed the float to pick it up, she jumped right on it. It pushed her back up as she stretched her arms out and hugged it. The toy was ready. She anticipated melting away at the soft buoyancy of being on the float on the lake. She breathed it all in. The entire room now smelled of vinyl and coconut. She picked up the float – which was now about 2-3 times her size – and headed to the lake behind the cabin. She walked with the float held high over her head by the handle, and it still dragged on the ground a little. She dropped her bag in the other hand when she realized this. She was sensitive to scraping it – it was her favorite float after all. She then balanced the float on her head. She was just tall enough to keep the head of the flamingo from scaping the ground. She arrived at the water. There was a small pier. Using both hands, she flipped the float over herself and into the water next to the pier. When the float hit the water, it made a blunt hollow echo within itself. The float made a wave that bounced back off of the land, and it mimicked the wave with its shape as it moved as one with the water. She took some small rope still tied to the pier and tied off one of the handles and returned to get the bag she put down to save the float. She brought the bag to the pier. Now she was ready to get her day started. Pulling the rope, she untied the handle and pushed the float away from the pier. Then, she jumped off of the pier onto the float. It made a loud splashing noise and a substantially larger wave. She rolled around on the float. The float was perfectly buoyant as she didn’t come close to touching the water. The float contoured to her body as she lay on her back. She moved her body in the fashion of an inchworm creating a wave of her own starting at her feet and making its way to her head. The float in turn made a wave that mimicked her motion. Alas, she let out a sigh of relief. It was the most perfect way to spend a day. The softness of the float on the water was unimaginable – even though she’d felt it before. The inner chambers softer than the outer larger chamber – the outer chamber very firm yet with some give. It started to warm in the sun. She gave the side a squeeze. It gave a perfect resistance that only a float this large and this tightly inflated could give. She was happy. She was finally able to let go and just be. She felt her stress melt away as she looked through her sunglasses at the partially cloudy sky. It wasn’t long before she fell asleep on the large pink blow-up toy. The float drifted across the square 100-yard lake with the barely-existing wind. She lay on the firm inflatable undisturbed for what seemed like hours. She would occasionally wake and hear the water splash and assumed that small animals were moving to avoid her. She followed them with her eyes as they swam away. “Here I am, on my favorite inflatable, in my favorite lake with no one here to bother me. What more can I ask for; this is a perfect way to de-stress.” She looked as the large, pink flamingo neck bobbed as the wind blew it and the rest of the large toy. There seemed to be no pattern, rhyme, or reason to her random movement across the lake. Feeling so relaxed on the bouncy blow-up toy, she eventually fell back asleep. She woke up near the middle of the lake. There was a large wooden post left from what may have been an old pier in the middle of the lake. The post was right next to the long neck of the float. The bulging large flank of the blow-up’s front approached the pier. She woke up almost startled by the pier’s unannounced presence. She sat up on the float, groggy from her well-needed sleep. “Yikes, I I don’t want to get too close, there may be some debris on the side that could pop my floatie. I’d better push away from it.” She got on her knees to give her more of an arms length. She pushed against the post, but the float didn’t move. Realizing that she may just not have had enough umph, she pushed again, and the giant floating inflatable flamingo resumed its lazy course in the lake. She laid back down. It wasn’t long after that she heard the unmistakable sound of bubbles bubbling at a rapid pace. She sat back up to see what the fuss was all about. She looked over the side of the floatie…. To her horror, she saw bubbles boiling up from the side of the floatie. “Oh no, I was too late, I must have gotten caught on the pier. The pier must have popped my floatie!!” Then, in addition to seeing the bubbling of the water, she heard a loud hisssssssss coming from the side of the float. She looked over the side – not only were there bubbles coming up from underneath, but she could see a small hole on the side of the large flank of the huge inflatable. It was loud; it was as if the toy was crying from the pain of the hole. She squeezed the side just to see how much air the float was losing. When she squeezed it, the hissssssss roared even louder. She tried to put her finger on the hole, but the water continued to bubble from underneath the flank. The side was no where near the firmness it was when she finished inflating it. It was so much softer. What’s worse, the center chamber was feeling much softer too. The sound of the bubbling and hissing at the same time were dreadful for her. “Oh no!!! It’s really sinking quickly. It’s making so much noise. My beautiful floatie is popped and it’s deflating fast!!!” The head of the flamingo was no longer able to support itself and started to bend down touching the main body of the float. What was once a firm and bouncy toy with attractively curvy shapes was now turning into a misshapen blob of pink that she started to sink into. She took her finger off of the hole on the side and started paddle herself back to the shore. She could only barely swim; she wasn’t sure if she was going to make it if the sinking inflatable couldn’t carry her. She needed the blow-up to have enough air left in it to get her there. As she paddled, the inflatable continued to hissssssss and bubble up from the sides. Her knee was pushing water underneath her weight through the now-flattened part of the toy. She panicked a little more as she felt the chill of the water through the vinyl. The toy continued to become more flat and limp; the hisssssing got more faint. On the one hand, at least she wasn’t losing as much air; on the other hand, that means that there’s less air to keep her afloat. The center chambers looked even more like a wrinkled blob. The toy was flattening out in more places. Eventually, more of the float gave way to her body into the water. The long neck was completely flat and swimming in the water with her. Only a beachball-sized amount of air remain in a pocket of the flattening toy. She was kicking with her feet and holding herself up with the pocket of air. She couldn’t tell where the hole (or holes maybe) on the bottom was; so, she couldn’t manipulate the remaining air away from the hole. Unfortunately, whatever holes that were on the bottom leaked out the rest of the pool toy’s air. She let go of the toy as felt it no longer supporting her. It sank into the dark water. She could see the large pink blob get more and more faint until it was gone. She doggie paddled enough to keep herself afloat and continued to the shore. Occasionally, she would swallow some water, cough, and thrash about until she got above water and started moving again. After about 10 minutes of paddling - which is a long time to stay in motion in the water, she made it to the shore. She pulled herself up to the planks of the pier and laid flat out on her chest. She coughed the remaining water she had choked on during the swim in. She teared up a little over the trauma of almost drowning. When she did get her wits about her, she winced a little over the loss of her favorite blow-up toy. In spite of all the commotion, she remembered that she still had other giant blow-up toy. It was a huge derby duck. Maybe she would try again to relax on the water with a big inflatable. Only, this time, she would stay away from the center of the lake.
Great story. got me into the feeling off making storys again too
Meet Jessica, a 22 year old, brunette. Like many of her friends, she would often be acquainted as a regular girl, trying to avoid gazing eyes. Unfortunately, such claims would go over her head. What some didn't know, was that she had a secret inflatable fetish. Of course she would often tell herself she doesn't, it always comes back to her, reminding her how different she was. Показать полностью... When she managed to move out of her parents home and buy an apartment building, she found herself trying to manage money for rent, food, and on some occasions, pool-toys she can afford. of course she never did get the chance to buy any, since she put her desires below her needs. But on days off, she would go to the beach near her house, and lie on the sand, trying to relax. One day, after work, she went down to the beach to catch some mid-day rays. About half hour later, more people started to come down to relax, mostly children, due to it being summer. While watching some go into the water, Jessica noticed a group of 3 boys playing with what appeared to be a 52 inch beach ball. She admired how big it was, how so much air filled the seams. Jessica instantly began feeling almost joyful to be there that day. Just then, a gust of wind blew the ball over to where she was sitting, bopping her lightly. Nearly giggling with amusement, Jessica picked up the ball, and hugged it close to her, feeling the warm, tight vinyl. she wanted to keep it, but knew she sho
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