Anniversary Blow (Up) Job, The

The Anniversary Blow (Up) Job

NOTE: This is a follow-up to my previous story titled “That Thing You Do”, that I wrote a few months ago, about a couple, Terrance and Sophie, who have the ability to inflate each other for sexual fun. You might want to read that one first, to give this story some context.

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“I still can’t believe it’s been twenty years,” Sarah, Sophie’s sister, spoke excitedly through the cell phone at the other end of the conversation. Sadie was bustling around her kitchen, trying to finish packing in preparation for the evening. “So, he gets back into town tonight, right? What plans have you been making?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” Sophie said mischievously, not wanting to divulge too much. “I thought I would leave the whole thing ‘up in the air’, so to speak.”

“But this is your twentieth anniversary,” Sarah quipped, shocked. “Your husband has been gone all week, only returning today, and you haven’t made any plans?”

“Oh, I have ideas…a few of which that popped into mind,” Sophie hinted, knowing her sister had no idea what she was referring to. “I plan to blow his mind tonight. I’ll be giving him something to go with that inflated ego of his. I plan on keeping him up all night, if I have to. When I am done with him, he is going to be so high and feeling good that he probably won’t come down until morning.” She was inwardly giggling at her whimsy with double entendres.

“Wow, too much information,” Sarah said, a note of disgust with a hint of jealousy in her voice. “You don’t have to go into detail about your sex plans. Sounds like you are going to give him a blow job. Just tell me you have a better overall plan than that.”

“Yes, I’m going to blow him,” Sophie tried to suppress a laugh but couldn’t contain herself. “But, believe me, he returns the favor in spades.”

“Ugh,” Sarah groaned in revulsion. “Spare me from the horny couple.”

“When the kids are away, the parents will play,” Sophie blurted out. “No, silly, of course I have a plan. I have reserved us a suite at the Four Seasons, and he is meeting me there this afternoon. We are having dinner at Chappelle’s and then back to the hotel to enjoy the pool, Jacuzzi, and each other, while we have no kids knocking at our door.”

“Ah, sounds lovely,” Sarah said, sounding envious. “You two have fun tonight. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

“Whatever floats your boat,” Sophie snickered and ended the call. She had needed to finish up her preparations for the day, and her sister had called right in the middle of her getting ready.

She met Terrance at the airport an hour later. They hauled their luggage to the room at the Seasons, and made wild, passionate love on the bed, the duvet, the rug, and the shower. Dinner was fantastic, and after a short hand-in-hand walk around downtown, their meal had digested enough for a return to their lodging.

The spacious suite had everything they wanted: a huge, soft bed, luxurious furnishings, a private balcony with jetted tub, and a high ceiling. The hotel’s rooftop pool overlooked the city, and was surprisingly empty for a summer evening, so they enjoyed the privacy while it lasted and watched the sun go down to the west. As darkness set in, they slipped the fluffy hotel robes on and skipped eagerly back to their inviting room to complete the events of the day.

They tumbled into the king-sized bed, exhausted but excited. The robes had come off as soon as they had passed through the door, along with their swimsuits, so they curled their wet, naked bodies together under the comfort of Egyptian cotton. Sophie placed her head on Terrance’s shoulder, peering up at her husband while running her fingers through his thick chest hair. “So, are you up for one more round?” she asked, reaching down and touching his crotch lightly.

He smiled, feeling himself tingle and stiffen at the thought. He knew what she wanted to do, but played dumb anyway. “Do you mean…”

“Of course,” she said salaciously. “I am going to give you an anniversary blow-job.”

He chortled once. “And when you say blow-job, you mean…”

“Yes,” she interrupted his question, carnal suggestion dripping from her answer. “You favorite way.”

Now he really stiffened, his breaths speeding up with a husky hotness.

Pushing the covers down, Sophie maneuvered herself between his outstretched legs. Taking his hard rod in one hand, she slowly licked the tip for a moment before slipping his length into her mouth. Terrance groaned with pleasure as she twisted with her tongue and rubbed with her hand, up and down, sending warm and wild sensations throughout his body. For several minutes this went on; he knew that if he hadn’t already had multiple orgasms earlier in the day, he would have shot his wad a few minutes back. So he waited, feeling the thrill building again, until he was on the cusp. “Alright, I’m ready,” he announced.

Sophie took her mouth off of him with a smile of anticipation. Kneeling over him, she took his cock in both hands, inhaled a lungful of air and leaned down again. With a sudden whoosh, she blew into the tip and felt the change between her fingers. His manhood stiffened more and began to stretch. Looking like the type of balloon an artist uses to twist and fashion balloon animals out of, his cock thickened and lengthened, growing several inches longer and bigger round than it had been seconds before. Even his ball sacks inflated slightly, making him look like quite the comical parody of the male physique. She inhaled again, and expelled her hot, magical breath into him, forcing his dick to expand and lengthen more. Now two feet long and a few inches more in diameter, his manhood stood proud and erect; not slouching to either side, but pointing directly at the ceiling.

Now that he was too big to fit inside her, Sophie decided to continue to finish him the same way. Using her hands, she stroked up and down the length of his inflated pipe, her tongue dancing across the top of his little head. His breathing ran at a clipped pace as he came close to climax; her touch sending waves of ecstasy from his dick-balloon to his spinal cord and up. Finally he could hold back no longer, and shot his rocket. She left him alone for a moment, letting him calm his breathing, occasionally playfully flicking his long balloon to make it wave in the air like a metronome. When he finally normalized, she smiled seductively at him and asked coyly, “Are you done, or do you want more?”

“More,” Terrance said, wiping a bead of sweat from his forehead. “Send me up.”

Sophie knew what that meant. He asked her to finish the ‘job’, but she was not letting him get away so quickly. “Before I do that, you must do it to me. At least get me started, you know, below.”

He knew what that meant. “Then come up here,” he instructed. She acquiesced by moving to the top of the bed, placing a knee to each side of his head, and sitting on his face. He could smell and taste her juices, and his lips immediately found her already-engorged clit. He licked and sucked it for a moment, eliciting coos of pleasure from her. Then when he felt the time was right, he inhaled deeply once, took her bulb between his lips, and blew. Her entire crotch inflated into his face, almost suffocating him for a second, but he was prepared for that. She rocked backward with a quick climax of her own, her back arching with carnal euphoria, causing her to fall back onto the bed, squirming to control her unexpected reaction. She had never cum this fast before, and she had not been prepared for it overpowering her so swiftly. Terrance flipped to his side to reach her, his fingers stroking her inflated labia until she screamed for him to stop.

“Wow, that must have been a powerful one,” Terrance commented, a satisfied smile on his lips.

“Oh, you have no idea,” Sophie panted. Her hair was a mess, her face trickled with sweat, and her perineum was swollen like she was hiding a football under her skin.  When she calmed, Sophie slowly moved to the edge of the bed and sat up, unable to close her legs, and waddled over next to her husband. She put a finger to the top of his waving flagpole, and sighed. “Now, shall we finish this?”

“Yes,” he said, gathering strength.

“You want to sleep up there, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“So do I”, she hinted, tracing the fingertip around the edge of his little head. He inhaled sharply, her touch sending shivers again down his length. “So, make it happen.”

Sophie pulled his bobbing knob over to her, took in another deep breath, and blew into him again. This time, the magic air didn’t cause his dick to inflate, but his abdomen began to rise. She inhaled again, and he puffed out more. At first, his stomach area was all that was blowing up, but as she pumped more into him, his inflation crept higher up his body. Soon he was rounding out from his armpits to his crotch, looking more and more like a balloon with normal-sized arms, legs, and a head sticking out of it. The more he inflated, the higher in the bed he rose. But soon he was filled enough with her magic breath that he was rising off the bed and into the air.

Terrance floated three feet off the blankets, twisted in the air and ended up with his feet pointing down, his toes not touching anything anymore. His eyes were closed as he drifted in the sensation of total freedom from gravity, again on the edge of climaxing. Before he could get too far, Sophie grabbed an ankle and pulled him back down until his knees were on the carpeted floor. “You aren’t getting off that quickly, mister,” she chided him sternly. “What about my needs? My girls are lonely, and need your lips on them right now.”

“Your wish is my command,” he said resolutely. “Lean over, and I’ll see if I can do something about their loneliness.”

She leaned forward, dangling her naked boobs into his face. He couldn’t get his arms forward around his inflated torso, so Sadie helped out by holding her right breast so that he could take the nipple into his mouth. Terrance sucked on it for several seconds, until the tip became engorged. Then he inhaled, took it between his lips and blew. Sophie felt her hands become pushed apart as his helium breath swelled her pert mammary a few cups sizes larger. He repeated the action several more time, each time blowing her up bigger and bigger. Soon her breast was as large as a beach ball, and he pulled his face away from her newly-inflated balloon. When she let go of it, the overblown fun bag shot upward, practically slapping her in the face as it aimed skyward. She could already feel the upward tug of her chest, like holding onto a clutch of helium balloons, pulling her up so her toes were barely toughing but not quite enough to unground her.

Sophie grasped her left tit, and he repeated the process. As he was blowing, she noticed that they both were becoming buoyant together, and slowly started to rise above the carpeted floor. He puffed harder into her, struggling to keep his lips to her nipple while starting to float away. Soon she had a matching pair of giant balloon knockers, and he detached just as she climaxed again. Turning in the air, he reached out and took her hand in his as they slowly rose higher; two balloons people floating upward until they bumped slightly into the ceiling, exhausted and spent.

“Happy anniversary, dear,” Terrance mumbled, half-asleep already. He rested his chin on his inflated chest, pressing lightly onto the high ceiling as he drifted.

“Right back at you,” Sophie said groggily. “It doesn’t get any better than this.”

“I don’t know,” he said, closing his eyes. “There’s always floating off the Eiffel Tower in Paris on our 25^th anniversary.”

She smiled, picturing it momentarily. “That could be fun…”

They held hands until they both were asleep.

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Post-script

Knock, knock knock…

The maid rapped lightly on the suite’s door. It was after ten o’clock, and the couple renting the room were supposed to be vacating by eleven. She thought she would give them a friendly nudge. She knocked three times more, but heard no movement inside the room. “Housekeeping,” she called, placing the card key into the slot, and hearing a click, pushed the door slowly open and announced herself again. No one inside answered.

She left her cart outside the door, but crept cautiously across the carpeted floor. A variety of clothing, swimsuits, and hotel robes littered the floor, and she saw that the bed was rumpled but empty. Their luggage was open but unpacked. Maybe they are down getting breakfast, she thought.

Then she happened to glance up. “Oi, Dios mio!” she screamed. Floating in the air, about halfway between the ceiling and the floor, was a round, naked man with a two foot long balloon sticking out from between his legs, and a woman with beachball-sized tits. The couple startled when the maid screamed, coming fully awake as the housekeeper bolted for the door.

“Well, that was embarrassing.” Sophie said with a yawn, turning her head to one side to see past her balloon tits.

“Yeah,” Terrance shifted in the air. “Do you think we will be deflated enough to touch down by eleven?”

“Nope,” she said, rubbing her hands on the sides of her inflated breasts, feeling their tautness. “Besides, with what just happened, I think we just lost our cleaning deposit.”

They both laughed.