Snow Blower

"Tell me again why are we doing this?" Mila asked in her heavily-accented English. She wrapped her arms around her large bosom, pushing her heavy breasts even higher until they threatened to spill out of the undersized bikini top that was already struggling to contain them. She stamped her feet in her fuzzy snow boots to keep warm, causing twin mounds of pale tit-flesh to jiggle alluringly.

"Because it pays seven hundred and fifty bucks, two-thirds of which is yours," said Danny. "And because you didn't want to do an anal scene with that guy who has a nine-inch cock he calls 'The Eliminator'."

"Two thirds," mumbled Mila, "after your twenty percent."

"What's that?" said Danny, trying to fit the lens on his Nikon with numb fingers.

"I said, let's get this over with before I freeze," said Mila loudly, then quietly added to herself, "The Eliminator is starting to sound pretty good."

"Just fitting the right lens," Danny said. "Have to make the balloon look as big as possible."

"Hurry," she said. "Is going to snow, and there goes are shoot. Give me the balloon." She pronounced it "balon". "I want to be ready to start blowing as soon as you stop masturbating your camera."

"Here." Danny pulled a wad of red latex out of his camera bag and walked it over to Mila, his feet crunching in the snow, mesmerized by her jiggling breasts as she jogged in place to stay warm. He handed it to her, still scrunched up, darting away to avert the reaction he was expecting.

"Danny, what the fuck is this?" she asked.

"It's a balloon, Mila," he said.

"It's one of those fucking Big Busters! I hate these fucking balloon. Is too big, too hard to blow. Look, I could wear this as a bra!" Taking the balloon in both hands, she used it to lift one of her massive breasts. "It'd cover me better than this stupid bikini. You know a GG cup is too small for me." She dropped her boob and the bikini slipped, revealing a quarter-moon of one massive pink areola, which she absently tucked back into the straining fabric

"No, it's one of the Partymaster 36s, you know, the ones you B2P'd when you did that ten-big-balloon-in-a-row video last month?"

"Bullshit, Danny, I can feel how thick--"

"I promise. Besides, you've blown plenty of Big Busters to popping."

"Yes, but not when I was outside in the fucking snow freezing my fucking tits off!"

"And what a loss for mankind that would be. I'm almost ready, I just have to set up the video..."

She stretched the balloon and said, "Look, I am fucking freezing and I want to blow this balloon now. Sooner I can pop this stupid fucking balloon, sooner I can get back in car and be warm."

Mila took a long, deep breath, her rib cage swelling and her huge breasts straining against the overworked bikini top. She put the nozzle of the massive balloon to her lips, and--

"Wait, wait!" Danny said, rushing to put his iPhone on a tripod, not even trying to hide the bulge in his pants, which grew as he anticipated another chance to watch this balloon-blowing goddess in action (even if she was a cranky bitch, and that was on the days she was warm). Mila sighed out the lungful of air as Danny started the phone screen and then raised his Nikon to his eye.

"OK," he said. Mila filled her lungs again and raised the balloon to her mouth.

"Wait, you gotta say the thing," Danny said. Mila sighed, and pasted a smile on her face.

"Hello boys, it's Mila--"

"Not to me, sweetheart, to the camera, remember?"

Mila glared, then turned to the iPhone. "Hello boys, it's Mila, your favorite busty balloon blower, and today, I am going to blow this beautiful red 36-inch Partymaster--"

"Big Buster, actually," Danny corrected.

"Big--" Mila's face turned as red as the balloon. "Ty glupy, klamliwy kurwaj--"

"I can't understand you when you curse me out in Russian, sweetheart." Danny said.

"Polish, you fucking kurwa," Mila spat.

"I'm not the one freezing my bazoombas off."

Mila glared at Danny with an expression that said she'd like to do to him what she was about to do to the red balloon, then turned to the iPhone, brushed her hair out of her eye, and turned on her million-watt smile again.

"Hello boys, it's Mila, your favorite busty balloon blower, and today I am going to blow up this 36-inch Fun Tyme Big Buster balloon"--she shot an angry look at Danny, then smiled again--"and I'm not going to stop blowing until it pops! Do you think I can do it? It's very cold, and this is very hard balloon to blow, but that won't stop me from busting this poor balloon!"

For a third time, Mila inflated her massive lungs, her lithe body swelling, her impossibly large mammaries rising on her chest. Once again she put the balloon's big nozzle between her glossy red lips and shot Danny a quick, angry glance, as if daring him to give her another reason not to start blowing up the hapless balloon. Danny snapped away with the still camera, and Mila began the show.

What is it that fetishists love about women blowing balloons? Is it the abject power? Is it the show of force, the way their cheeks bulge, their chests heave, as they force breath after breath into cold latex? Is it the hidden power female balloon-blowers all seem to have, the power to blow up giant rubber orbs that even the strongest men could barely fill? Mila had all these things and more, and in quantities that would overflow her double-k brassiere. Mila blew as hard as she could, and believe me, friends, that is pretty fucking hard. Her cheeks bulged to the size of grapefruits. The flaccid piece of latex imprisoned between her merciless lips spring to attention, then swelled to the size of an orange, then a melon.

Here, most women, not to mention most men, would have had to stop to inhale again, but not the mighty Mila. On and on she blew, drawing a supply of air from lungs that seemed to be bottomless, straining to pump every last molecule of air from her eye-popping body into the doomed balloon, leaning into it, letting her heavy breasts hang in the strained bikini.

When she was done with that first enormous blow, she could have tied off the balloon and it would have done itself proud as a decoration at any party. Had it been it a small balloon--six inches, maybe nine--it would have exploded into a million pieces before Mila was done blowing that first breath.

"Wow, this is a big balloon!" Mila said to the camera, looking at the red orb that hung from her dainty hands. "It's going to take me a lot of breaths to blow up! I think I'm going to be cold for a long time!" Mila always thickened the accent for the camera (something she did unknowingly when she was mad) and the feedback they got was that the hoardes of masturbating men loved it. Danny, too. He didn't even try to hide the growing bulge in his pants. For all he had seen Mila do, and all he had done with her Mila (and there was plenty of both), he would never get used to her balloon-blowing skills. Telling her about his little balloon quirk was the smartest thing he ever did. The fetish sites couldn't get enough of her, and the money was rolling in.

Mila looked at the camera and inhaled loudly. Her nipples, rock hard from the cold, dimpled her undersized top as her chest swelled again. Her eyes swept past Danny, her brows twitching angrily at the tent in Danny's pants (he is such a--how do you say in English--perv!), then looked straight into his camera lens, paused for a photo with her titanic tits ready to bust the bikini, then blew again, long and very, very hard (just like Danny!), doubling the balloon's size.

Again and again Mila blew, alternating her pixie-like gaze between the two cameras, eyebrows arching as she inhaled then furrowing as she fought to force air into the balloon. Danny knew, from happy experience, that Mila could blow a 17" Tuffex or even a GL500 without getting winded, and even after a huge GL700 her heartrate (as felt through one enormous breast) was pretty near normal. Nor did she so much as twitch at the enormous explosions. Danny always figured she must have hauled from some war-torn land, but when he asked, she told him that in the secondary school orchestra she played a 6/4 size contrabass tuba. Because of the instrument's size, not to mention her attention-grabbing bustline, they put her in the back, right between the snare and bass drums, so noise was not an issue. For the marching band, she had to play a specially-built subcontrabass sousaphone. The standard-size horns did not fit around her breasts.

But Mila was blowing her hardest now, and it showed: Her face was flushed, her cheeks glowing an angry red in response to the unwelcome stretching they were getting. Despite the cold, there was a sheen of sweat on her skin, running in rivulets down the deep valley between her outsized breasts. The constant filling and emptying of her chest cavity had taken its toll; her ballooning breasts inched their way out of the hopelessly outmatched bikini cups with each breath. On her right breast, the slightly bigger of the two (and in the case of Mila's colossal chest, slightly bigger was a couple of cup sizes on other women), a good quarter-inch of areola was visible beyond the expanse of fabric charged with the impossible task of containing that glorious, gigantic globe.

Every couple of breaths, Mila would stop and say something to the video camera in her sexy accented English. "I cannot believe I am blow it so huge!" or "Do you like this balloon? Because soon it's going to be pop!" or "I am getting so tired! I hope I can have enough air to make it explode!"

Now, she pretended to notice her escaping nipple, and said, "Oh, is so hard to blow big balloon when you have a big breast!" She tried tugging the material down with one hand, the other holding the huge red balloon, and of course was unsuccessful. "Balloon-blowing girls with little breasts are so lucky. I wish you were here to hold my balloon while I cover my boob. But I bet you would rather hold my boob when I blow balloon, right?" (Tit talk got mixed reviews in the comments. Some viewers loved it, others complained it made them cum before she finished the balloon.)

The balloon was now a huge, bright red orb that would have blocked Mila from the camera's view view, but she had turned to the side, giving a great view of her surprisingly slender legs and an ass so well formed that Mr. Eliminator had offered to cut his fee in half for the privilege of fucking it. She held the balloon against her chest, squashing it into her boobs, stretching the neck and looking in the camera (first still, then video) as she blew another lusty lung-full, turning her face in such a way that her massively bulged cheeks were shown to best effect. Danny zoomed the camera in on her swelling cheeks. A very rich fan had once offered $5,000 to rest his hands on Mila's face while she blew a balloon, just to feel her cheeks swell up and collapse over and over. Mila wanted to take the money, but Danny was worried the man might be an ax murderer. Sane people wanted to touch her melons, not her face.

Mila looked into the video camera. She was breathing heavily, and that was no act; she really had pushed her impressive lungs to their limits to blow this monster. "This balloon is getting very tight!" she said. "I don't think it can take much more air! I have been blow very hard, but now I think I will have to blow even more hard to make it burst!"

With Mila, this wasn't just talk. Viewers who had not seen her balloon videos might think they had witnessed all the power her lungs could develop, but they were wrong. Now Mila inhaled even deeper, her eyes going wide as she sucked in all the air she could. When she blew this time, her cheeks bulged even bigger, the muscles in her neck stretching and straining. It wasn't all a show; despite its name, the Fun Tyme Balloon Company had designed their 36" Big Buster to resist accidental popping even under the most adverse conditions, and it took lungs of steel and a strong diaphragm like Mila's to B2P one. Give her credit, the girl did her homework; when she realized balloon blowing could be lucrative, she quit her pack-a-day smoking habit, took up the tuba again, bought hundreds of balloons and started practicing. Some evenings Danny would come over and the floor would be ankle-deep with latex shards. And it paid off Danny had photographed several looner models who could only puff the Big Buster to 3/4ths of its rated size before collapsing.

Now the Big Buster's neck was starting to bulge, and Danny could see that Mila was shivering, the pale white flesh of her boobs jiggling as her body shook. Well, that balloon didn't have long to go now, maybe three or four more breaths... for a normal woman. Mila would destroy the balloon in two. He tried not to think about the coming explosion, hoping he didn't explode with cum when it happened.

"Damn you balloon, why won't you pop!" Mila panetd, before filling her lungs again. Well, Danny thought, there's a bit of honesty. She blew another titanic, cheek-splitting, lung-bursting blast of air, and the balloon squeaked and squealed in protest. One more breath would finish it off. Surely this video would be over in just a few seconds...

But Mila was too skilled a performer to rush the climax.

"This is such a pretty balloon... maybe I should take it home!" she said, caressing the balloon, its skin squeaking under her flesh. She curled her fingers and scratched at the latex with her fingernails, and Danny cringed involuntarily. He had once made the mistake of touching a Big Buster that Mila had blown this tight, and the latex was stretched so thin and tight that the slight pressure from his fingers had caused it to explode like a bomb. Mila had to blow up another one, and man, was she pissed off. Since then, she would not let him within a foot of whatever balloon she was inflating.

"I am so out of breath, this balloon took so much air! But I cannot stop now, I must pop it! I must blow it to burst! I must blow til it explodes! I must blow more and make it go boom!" She paused between each comment. Later, they would make edits to fine-tune the video to different fetishist's preferences. Actually, Mila would do it; Danny could not keep his hands off himself when he rewatched these segments. She got suspicious when she had to replace a forth keyboard because the keys were sticking.

Now she went wide-eyed. "I blew so big for you. Did I do a good job? I hope you like." Now she got angry: "What do you mean, you don't like red balloon? Well, fuck you, I blow this one to pop and then you have NO balloon!" Now scared: "Blow to pop? But it's so big! It's going to make such big boom!" Now concerned: "What? You don't like color?" Then a cheery smile: "It's okay, I pop it and blow up another one! I love to blow more balloons for you!" Dominating: "You are scared of pop? Well too fucking bad, because this is going to be SO loud when I blow it to explode!"

Finally, the finale. "Do you the balloon I blew up for you?" she asked. "I have blown it so big and so tight, it was so very hard to blow, but I blew it for you! You see how sweaty I am, even in this cold! I blew so hard, you like, yes? Maybe you want this balloon? Maybe you want to take home the balloon that Mila has blown so big for you?" She gazed lovingly at the huge red globe, then back at the camera, and her smile suddenly turned severe. Danny, who had seen the act a dozen times, felt his heart skip a beat.

"No! You cannot take balloon home. I am going to blow it bigger. I am going to blow until balloon explodes!"

Mila took another of her massive inhales, the biggest one so far, and as her chest rose and swelled, her right breast popped free of its nylon prison, revealing nearly all of a pale pink areola as big around as a dessert plate, capped by a rock-hard nipple as big around as Danny's pinky. She pretended not to notice, though she had confided in Danny that her nipples were extraordinarily sensitive, a nugget of knowledge she was pleased to see him put to good use on those occasions when she had agreed to let him sample the joys of her warm, welcoming body.

Now, slowly brought the balloon to her mouth, drawing out the moment.

"You want me to stop? You don't want me to blow balloon bigger? Hmmm... too bad. Say goodbye to your pretty balloon!"

Mila paused while Danny put the camera in slow-motion mode, popped a couple of earplugs into his ear, shifted his Nikon to rapid fire, and knelt in front of Mila, finger on the shutter button, ready to turn his face away from the bomb she was about to set off.

Danny nodded to Mila, she nodded back, and then the busty balloon-blowing bombshell clamped her luscious lips around the swelling neck, furrowed her brow, inflated her massive cheeks, and with a look of concentration mixed with hatred, blasted that balloon with the last air it would ever hold. The balloon squeaked and squealed, its neck bending crazily, filling rapidly, trying to pull itself out of Mila's merciless mouth, but she held on tight, smashing the nozzle to her face, refusing to show any mercy to the condemned balloon. Her flushed face turned red as a cherry as Mila blew for all she was worth. She blew and blew and blew, one long, huge breath,. Mila's eyes went wide. So did Danny's. Was the balloon going to win?

No. No balloon could win against Mila's mighty diaphragm. With nearly all of her huge lungs emptied into the straining latex, the balloon gave one last, agonized squeal of protest...

And then it popped.

No, it didn't just pop, it didn't even explode. The balloon detonated, vaporizing with a concussion that Danny felt blast through his entire body. The noise was tremendous, not just a boom or a bang but a resounding THUD that echoed back from the hillsides like a volley of gunshots. The moisture from Mila's hot breath, hundreds of liters of air jammed into that poor balloon by her relentless lungpower, condensed in a cloud that instantly disappeared. It would look great on slo-mo, and if they were lucky, they'd have a still that looners would pay extra for: A shot of Mila, her red cheeks still inflated as she blew through the pop, her eyes closed against the onrushing pressure wave, the latex of the balloon reducing to shreds, that cloud of hot breath that had gone through her amazing body to deliver destruction to a balloon that never stood a chance.

What had once been a big, beautiful balloon, one of the biggest, thickest and most durable of its kind, was now a million tiny red shards fluttering gently onto the white snow beneath Mila's boots. That and one round latex tube, what had once been the nozzle that Mila had clamped between her lips.

Mila stood for a moment, staring first into the still camera and then into the video camera, the nozzle of the destroyed balloon up to her cherry red lips. Her face was red and beaded with perspiration, her chest heaving with her heavy breathing, and she had a triumphant look on her pretty face. She marched confidently to the video camera for a close-up, scooping up some of the red shards from the snow.

"Aww, did I pop your beautiful big balloon? Too bad. No more balloon. Your balloon is pooped." And ten her personal favorite, the innocent look. "Oops, I blew myballoon to big!" She flung the end of the nozzle from her fingers and letting the shards flutter in the wind. As she tucked her massive breast back into the bikini, she said to the camera, "Maybe if you ask very, very nicely, I will blow another one up for you. This is Mila saying good-bye! She blew a kiss to the camera with one last exaggerated puff of her cheeks. Then she picked up the nozzle, scooped up some more shards, and repeated the kiss while Danny snapped away.

"We got it!" Danny said, and Mila's smile disappeared as abruptly as the balloon when she blew it to destruction.

"Finally, I can get warm. That balloon really put up fight. Give me the keys, I'll meet you at car."

"Wait, Mila, just one thing..."

"What?" Mila said. "Oh, no. Come on, Danny, it's too fucking cold! Can't we just do when get home!"

"But Mila, you got me so wound up, you can't just leave me like this."

"Danny, it's zero fucking degrees out here! I blow you in car, okay? Just don't make me stand out her."

"Please," Danny said. "Ten percent."

"No, Danny, you can keep your fucking management commission, I want to get warm."

"Zero, then. No management commission.. Please, Mila. I'm so wound up. It'll take two minutes."

"This is why you can never pay your bills, Danny," Mila said. She was still panting from the effort of her tremendous blow-to-pop. "Fine. No commission. Two minutes. You are sure we are alone here?"

"We rented out the whole place, and anyone still here would have come running when you exploded the balloon."

"OK," Mila said, pulling the thong out of her ass-crack and removing her bikini bottoms. "Oh, my fucking cunt is turn to ice. Quick." Mila pulled the bikini top over her right breast, and Danny lifted the heavy mammary to his mouth and began licking her huge areola and sucking on the nipple. With his other hand, he caressed the nipple of her left tit through the fabric of her bikini, which felt as tightly stretched and ready to pop as the balloon she'd blown was moments before.

Mila moaned softly and let her hand wander down to her clit, which she massaged gently. It didn't take much tit-sucking to get her going, Danny knew, and she felt a cold sting on her thigh as her pussy grew moist, then wet, then soaked. She stepped back, gently pulling her mammoth tit from Danny's mouth.

"Show me," she said brethily, and Danny slowly dropped his pants, revealing his rock-hard penis with its distinctive upward curve. This was something Mila had never seen before they met, which seemed rather improbable to her, given her love of the male genitalia. She loved it. Danny stroked his curved member gently.

"OK, I'm ready," she said. "And hurry up before I get fucking hypothermia."

"Wait, don't forget--" Danny shuffled over to his camera bag with his pants at his ankles. Mila was right, it was a cold day to be nearly naked. He picked up something, hopped back to Mila, and pressed it into her hand.

"You want to say it, don't you?" Mila asked wearily.

"You know I do," Danny said, and in a husky voice he uttered the words: "Turn around. And bend over."

Mila did as she was told. She put her hair over her left shoulder to improve Danny's view. Her right breast, the one Danny had taken out to suck, nearly grazed the snow. Danny put the head of his aching cock, which had been rock hard since the first moment the balloon had touched Mila's lips, right up against Mila's other lips. He hesitated.

"Come on, Danny," she said. "I'm--"

"I know, you're freezing," Danny said. "Now... shut up... and put it in your mouth.."

Mila took the thing Danny had put in her hand and put it to her lips.

"Take a deep breath," Danny commanded, and Mila once again filled her lungs. Danny felt his cock spasm as he watcher her rib cage inflate itself. He leaned slightly to one side, the better to see her slightly in profile.

"Now... now... BLOW!"

Mila did as she was told. From behind, he watched her cheeks swell up and inflate, heard the balloon unfold and spring to attention, and start to blossom... and then he thrust his hard, curved cock into her waiting cunt.

"Mmmmph!" went Miri, her lips still around the balloon, and Danny saw the balloon's growth hesitate for a fraction of a second, but that was all. Once Miri started blowing, nothing stopped her until her lungs were empty. One big blow and the 17-inch balloon between her lips was well on to rated size. Her cheeks collapsed, and Danny slowly drew out his cock as she she drew in another huge, rib-busting breath. She held it for a second, then...:

"BLOW!!" Danny commanded. Again her cheeks bulged, again the balloon grew at an insane rate. Danny began to pump steadily. It wouldn't be long, it never was after any of Mila's performances, but then again the balloon was only a 17-incher and would not last long.

Danny fucked and Mila blew, but only on his command. Three breath later, Mila paused, shuddering. For a woman who yelled so loudly, she always came quietly. Danny gave her her moment, then commanded her to blow again as he resumed fucking her.

It did not take many of her big, cheek-busting blows before the balloon was nearly translucent with a huge neck. Danny felt the build-up in his balls. One more big breath from Mila and this balloon would suffer the same fate as the red one she had destroyed for the cameras. But no, this scene had a different ending, a special one, only for Danny.

"Show it to me," he said, drawing his dick out of her. She pushed back against him, tightening her muscles, squeezing his cock with his cunt, a trick of hers that always threatened to make him explode like one of her balloons.

"No, Danny," she pleased. "Please fuck me more, let me blow this one to pop, I blow another balloon for you, I blow more. Please fuck me, fuck me to come again, I blow as much as you want..."

An act? Reality? Danny didn't care.

"Show it to me," he repeated and Mila's snatch reluctantly relaxed, releasing its hold on Danny's thick shaft. He drew it out slowly, and Mila stood and turned around, fixing him with the doe-eyed stare that one only sees on the face of a freshly-fucked woman.

"Look at it, Danny," she said, holding the big balloon between them. "I blew it so big. I blew it just for you." She held the balloon to one side and stepped close, her enormous breasts pressing against him. She reached down with her free hand and started to stroke Danny's cock. Danny began to gently massage her clit while squeezing her huge breast. She locked eyes with him. "I blew it for you... I blew the red balloon for you... I only blow for you, Danny. Even with the camera," she added, softly and tenderly then stood on tip-toe and whispered in his ear:

"I only blow for you."

Danny felt the build up, then cried out and released with an an explosion that would rival any balloon Mila had blown to bits. His jizz blasted as if shot from a cannon, soaking her flat belly and the underside of her melons. One spasm shot a string of jizz right between her tits and onto her chin. She looked into his eyes, eased her hold on the neck of the balloon, and slowly let the air out. The balloon emptied just as the last spasm emptied his balls, and she stuffed the balloon into his shirt pocket.

"Oh my God, Mila," he said. "You are fucking unreal."

"I know," she said, wiping the drip of cum from her chin with her hand and absently sucking it off. She kissed him tenderly on the lips, and he could taste the tang of the cum she had just licked from her finger. "Now give me car keys before I fucking freeze to death."