Female/Female

Sylvia giggled, “This is soo funny!” The 5’6” blonde was laying on a sofa in the living room of her large home, watching an all night marathon of softcore porn comedies on one of the premium cable networks. She was perhaps appropriately dressed for such an occasion, wearing an expensive red bustier, black lace panties, and thigh high black lace stockings.

Stacy tip-toed nervously onto the beach in her bikini. It wasn’t the fact that the beach was for lesbians that made her nervous, nor was it the fact that she was blushing from the sight of all the gorgeous women all around her. Stacy was nervous because she had just perfected a new type of drink which she called “the Boob Buster.” She hadn’t had a chance to test it out in public before, and the thought of what was going to happen turned her on. She uncorked the bottle and took a swig. It tasted like strawberries.

Stephanie's eyes fluttered open, and yet only darkness greeted her. How many days had passed since she had fallen into the clutches of the Inflatrix? How many hours had she spent god knows where, shackled to the wall, gagged and blindfolded. She had been deprived of mobility, and dignity if the cold feeling against her bare rear was any indication. Sounds of perverse, pneumatic passion reached her ears every few hours: the rubbery hiss of a 'balloon' inflating, whimpers from the occupants of neighboring cells, and the occassional pop.

Barbie was on her way to L.A. with three of her friends. She was just a typical rich and spoiled brat who would always get what she wants. She would usually make fun of people who are less fortunate in anything than she is, and so would her friends, Ana, Diana, and Becca. Barbie had long silky blonde hair with blue eyes and a nice tan to go with it. She wore a white sleeveless shirt, a tight black mini skirt, and black high heels. She had an hourglass figure with B cup breasts and a tiny ass to compliment it.