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Large Linda's sudden interest in me had left me puzzled during the remainder of the school week. I was thankful I had somehow managed to escape having my unusual love of balloons revealed to the school body as a whole. Although she didn't come out and say it, I felt she was well aware that the girls balloon play had gotten me really excited and that the balloon busting play of the girls had something to do with it. The fact that our date was primarily to verify her initial observations seemed obvious when she insisted that she wanted me to wear my full scout outfit specifically with the old style baggy shorts, boots, knee socks, and neckerchief; the whole bit. Although I really would have liked a repeat performance of her balloon play just for my benefit, I knew it would be far too risky trying to control myself. So as I got ready Saturday morning for our hike together deciding not to pack along a supply of my rubber toys was a no brainer.

Dad was thrilled that I was actually going out with a GIRL. It didn't hurt any that she was physically attractive, highly intelligent, and came from a well to do family. I was however annoyed when he started reviewing with me the birds and bees bit and that he expected me to be responsible and not let my natural desires get out of hand. At this point in our relationship I really think he was hoping I really had some 'natural desires' and could actually reach orgasm without wearing short pants and rubbing myself with balloons. When he handed me a couple of prophylactics with a wink I just shoved them down deep in my side pocket as I muttered, "Dad, after keeping up with Linda's pace for the distance we have to cover I will be too damn beat to do anything naughty. We are going for a long hike, not a bedroom workout".

Man, little did I know how true that statement was going to be.

LL wearing her Girl Scout outfit as she had said she would, showed up at the house promptly in the convertible her doctor father had bought her a few months prior. She had her back pack on the rear seat and as we roared off she enumerated all the eating goodies she had packed inside. We actually didn't have much conversation as we drove because the top was down and the wind noise made hearing difficult. About half way to our destination she clamped her right hand down over my left knee and started massaging it. Ummm good, I enjoyed that. I had little doubt that she did too.

It took about a half hour to get to the place where she parked the car. As soon as we got out she grabbed the backpack from the rear seat and started to put it on, but I insisted that I should carry it. After all the male should do the heavy work, right? The fact that Linda was larger, physically stronger, and undoubtedly in better physical shape than I was I felt was not a consideration. The pack was more bulky then heavy because it only contained her sumptuous lunch for the two of us in it. So after giving me a pouty face she helped me get it on and adjusted.

As we set out on a logging road I would have felt more 'masculine' if I had been leading with her following me; but as she pointed out she knew where we were headed and I didn't. After about fifteen minutes I also wouldn't have been huffing and puffing trying to keep up with her either. Linda's nearly four inch height advantage over me was almost all in her powerful legs and she was ahead of me a couple of inches with every stride she took. I had to alternate speed walking and jogging to keep up. And I did want to keep up. I loved seeing her firm ass snap from side to side as she strode smartly along. This caused the loose full cut legs of her shorts that came about half way down her thighs to flap in rhythmic cadence. No doubt about it she had sexy legs, and even though they were long Linda looked good in her scout uniform. If fact I liked her legs better than Bob's. Her thighs weren't so bulgy.

She maintained her murderous pace non stop for nearly two hours. It would have been a strenuous enough workout if we had been walking on a paved road; but after the first thirty minutes or so we had reached the end of the logging trail and were cutting cross country through heavy mountainous woods. Rocky places, downed trees, steep inclines; nothing slowed her down. I could see why she didn't have any boy friends if passing this kind of fitness test was a requirement for her attention. I figured I wasn't going to be one either if we had much further to go.

I planned to tell her to hold up because I needed a breather when we got to the bottom of a wide ravine we had headed into. As we finished coming down the slope the woods opened up and we were suddenly in a small clearing. Before I could speak up she flopped on a large fallen tree trunk and announced, "Hey, we're here."

I couldn't believe it as I squirmed out of the back pack and joined her on the log; much to the joy of my screaming leg muscles. I just sat there for a couple of minutes to allow my breathing to get back to normal. I was pleased to see that Linda breathing heavily as well or I really would have bet that she actually did have a Wonder Women outfit at home in her closet.

Linda looked over at me and said, "You know, I really didn't think you could keep up. If we had any further to go I would have had to stop myself. You are in a lot better shape than most of the jocks in school that were making fun of your shorts last fall."

Her hand was feeling up my bare leg again and she smiled as she continued, "I just love seeing you in shorts because it shows off your strong sexy legs."

"Well I think you look good in shorts too," I managed to blurt out in response.

My system must have found some extra blood somewhere because her comment and her hand squeezing my bare leg was getting me excited down below; my otherwise exhausted state notwithstanding.

The small glen we were in had a spring that came up within some rocks that were about twenty feet from us. We rested on the log for about fifteen minutes to get our systems cooled down and then she took me on a far more leisurely tour of the glen and it's surroundings. She indicated that this was part of the 1000 or so acres of forest land that her dad owned. When we arrived back at the spring I retrieved the back pack from next to the log and she spread out a sumptuous picnic lunch on the lush green May grass next to the burbling water.

As we ate we talked about our hopes for our future lives. If I would have been with anyone else the conversation would most certainly been school related. After a while our talk ran its course and Linda suddenly jolted me by asking if I would mind letting her wear my sweat saturated Pedro emblazoned scout neckerchief.

Her request caught me by surprise; but you bet I would. I further told her I would be honored if she would accept it as a memento from me of a so far very pleasant, if not tiring day. She put it around her neck in place of her regulation Girl Scout one which she then handed to me. I really felt a bit silly as I draped her sweat soaked Girl Scout neckerchief around my neck and ran the slide up to my chin, but she seemed to expect me to wear it.

Then LL got really serious and started talking about us and the kind of physical relationship we should have (very close friends; never divulging each others secrets). She got that quickly out of the way and then immediately moved on to her perception of the sexual relationship we should have (no intercourse under any circumstances). For a guy on his first time out with the opposite sex, LL had things moving way too fast and over my head. I just stared at her dumfounded as I mumbled single word responses, "Yes- definitely- good- I agree."

In all the date talk from the guys at school they never mentioned having such a formal discussion with their girl friends, and here we were only three hours into our first outing discussing really serious big time stuff. Although it really caught me off guard I did appreciate her frankness though; and I was in complete agreement with her proposals for our future relationship. As for the sex act we both felt intercourse to be morally wrong In any case far too dangerous because in a little over a year we would both be going our separate ways to pursue further education.

Linda perceived that her conversation had made me edgy so she just made small talk for the next several minutes to put me at ease. Then she clapped her hands and piped up, "Are you ready for some real fun?"

I was all amazement as she gave me a silly naughty girl grin while she rooted around in her back pack; eventually bringing forth a small paper bag. I didn't have to guess what was in it. A wave of anger flooded over me as I realized my hunch that all she really wanted out of this day's activities was to verify that I got off on balloons. Linda asked me what my favorite color was and I told her green. Then she poked around in the bag and tossed me a nice dark green one. I made a firm decision at this point that I would not let her get me sexed up and force me to reveal my fetish interest in her rubber toys. Lots of luck.

"Stand up and blow it up until it busts," LL commanded. "I love seeing you in those sexy shorts with your good looking legs and fine looking knees while you blow up balloons."

As I was putting the balloon to my lips I made a point of swiping it past my nose so I could get an idea of the quality and amount of natural rubber was in it. Her balloons were certainly as a minimum fourteen inchers; quite possibly sixteen's. I would soon get to find out.

I was standing about five feet in front of her with my left hand on my hip as I forced deep breath fulls of air into the expanding rubber sphere in front of my face. It soon became obvious they were sixteen's because I had twenty four breaths into it to get the neck fully elongated. I stopped at this somewhat over inflated point and held the emerald green rubber toy out in front of me and said, "Hey Linda., these are nice balloons you have."

Linda's response was immediate. "No, no, keep on blowing. I love to watch boys blow them up and burst them that way."

I thought, 'no problem, my sweet. I love to see how big they will get before they bust myself'.

Actually to my amazement the sucker took six more blows before the rubber gave up and the pretty toy disintegrated with a loud BANG on a par with a high powered rifle shot. Linda was pleased. She didn't even jump or flinch when it let go. As I flicked the short ring of rubber from the neck that was between my fingers off into the grass she had another balloon out of the bag and had tossed it to me.

I repeated my inflate to burst on the blue balloon she had given me. By the time it had ripped asunder I was pretty well winded.

"Another one. Another one," Linda panted breathlessly as she pressed a nice yellow one into my hand.

Good grief. On the speed march up here she had verified my legs were in good shape now she was checking out my lungs. She was insistent in her demand so I started inflating the yellow one. This time I had no choice but to go slow and take my time or I would have surely hyperventilated and keeled over. I was getting such a workout inflating and bursting her balloons that I didn't have to worry about my dick's behavior. It was totally limp; although I could tell it was oozing a tad.

The balloons she had were the clear translucent kind. I could easily see Linda through the expanding rubber after the balloons reached about eight inches in diameter. She really seemed to be enjoying the balloon popping show I was giving her. While I was blowing up the yellow one I was looking over her head noticing how I could see more and more detail of the trees and leaves behind her with each breath of air I forced in. I was taking my time with this one because I had no idea how many more I would have to pop to pass Linda's lung fitness requirement.

I had the balloon to about fourteen inches when I glanced down through the yellow rubber filter and damn near let the balloon get away from me. Linda was rubbing her crotch through her Girl Scout shorts. What the hell was this. I figured she was as good and sweaty down there as I was; but I had little doubt she wasn't taking care of jock itch. I really was a tender naive lad. The thought that girls masturbated had never really crossed my mind. I thought only guys did it. My head was filled with racing thoughts, and to give myself time I slowly finished off the yellow balloon.

Unlike the other guys that found the section on girl's anatomy highly stimulating when we covered it in health class, I hadn't paid that much attention because I had no interest in girls and I didn't expect to have any. What sexual interest I had in others involved boys and then only if they were wearing suitably sexy short pants. One thing I did recall, though, was that girls had a little sensitive finger up inside their crack that gave them the same pleasurable sensations as the end of a guys dick. From what I recalled of the diagram in the textbook  there was no way LL was reaching her sex spot through the heavy fly at the front of the Girl Scout shorts she was wearing. I was convinced she was faking it to see if she could get me sexed up, and man did I begin to get pissed.

Somehow just standing in front of her gawking didn't seem right. I didn't know if I should ask her if I could help her with her 'problem' or whether I should blow my top at her brazen attempt to get me to reveal my true interest in balloons. Unable to reach a decision, I stepped over to the balloon bag, grabbed a white one, and started in on it. I pretended not to pay any attention to Linda's seeming self enjoyment as I resumed my position in front of her and slowly inflated it. I almost had it to the burst point when she called out to stop and let some of the air out to make it soft. Then she told me to tie it off and bring it over to her. I did as she commanded.

At this point she had stopped playing with herself and her happy relaxed expression led me to believe that maybe she actually might have enjoyed herself. She should have been on stage; her act was really convincing. As I handed her the balloon she told me to lie across in front of her with my knee's raised. NO WAY. My dick was still behaving itself and under the circumstances I wanted to keep it that way. But then again- OH LA LA.

I really enjoyed when Bob had given me his balloon rubs. Having Linda do it would be really really memorable. Although I had resolved to keep my balloon induced sexual stimulation under control, I realized I would be a real fool if I didn't at least let Linda play out her act.

I got into position in front of her with my knees up in a position where she could easily scrub the balloon on them Linda set to work on me immediately. She had the balloon in her left hand and was twisting it on top of and between my knees as she pressed down on the yielding rubber. The balloon made delightful squeals as it was scrubbed over my knee caps. Linda was making delightful groans as her right hand busily resumed stroking her crack.

I could reach her right leg with my left arm and I figured I might as well go along with her act; so I started massaging her knee. Then I moved up her thigh all the way up inside the leg of her shorts. Whoa; what did we have here? I thought girls wore thin panties like my Jockey underpants. Linda seemed to be sporting boxer underpants. There was nothing preventing my fingers from burrowing all the way up and into her crack. WOW! However, being a gentleman, I stopped short of interfering directly with her crotch activity.

Apparently she wasn't making it so after about two minutes she told me to take the balloon and rub myself with it. I had to sit up and I used both my hands to apply the rubber to my knees. Linda then jumped to her feet and dropped her scout shorts. Damn if she wasn't wearing nice thin loose fitting cotton gym shorts. (They weren't from our school. Girls wore bloomers in their gym classes). Linda quickly pulled the elastic waist down and applied her fingers directly to her point of pleasure. It didn't take but a few moments for the expression on her face to tell me she had experienced whatever release girls get. At that point I really tugged at the white rubber skin squashing the balloon over my knees and it popped with a muffled POOM sound.

Suddenly Linda reached forward and clamped her right hand down over the fly of my shorts. A penis erection verification if there ever was one; just like dad had given me when we were up at the dump a year earlier. To my amazement through all of this I had been able to maintain control. My tool was enlarged but fortunately still relatively limp.

She gave me a puzzled look as she commented to no one in particular, "Gee I would have thought what I was just doing would get you excited just like last week."

She was referring to the girls attack after we had engaged in some really exciting balloon popping during our prom decorating stint. Back then I actually was damn near ready to shoot my load. Now the anger that was boiling within me all but killed any sexual arousal.

I could see Linda was wrestling with her thoughts and how to best present them so I took the awkward pause to ask her what made her think that what she had done would excite me sexually. Geese, what wouldn't make her think it would turn me on. She must have read my thoughts because she said simply, "When I rub my brother with balloons on his bare legs his little dickey gets all nice and hard."

Then after a pause she added, "All guys seem to."

Wow, what key information. If this came from one of her father's doctor books it would be a real revelation. I wouldn't feel like such a queer getting sexed up with a couple of rubber toys. I had to ask the obvious, "What makes you think all guys get turned on by balloons."

Linda stared at the ground far a bit then slowly answered, "A couple of boys I have been out with seem to."

Wow. Names, names, names. I would love to have a male balloon busting buddy that didn't intimidate me as Bob did and who was really turned on by balloon play and not just my body. Linda sensed what I was thinking and added, "They aren't from our school. You don't know any of them."

Darn, I thought.

All right. Why was Linda so into getting guys turned on specifically with balloons? Hmmm. I gave Linda a steely stare then asked her point blank, "Why do you have such an interest in getting guys sexed up with balloon play? Do balloons turn you on or is it just getting guys like me excited do it for you?"

I figured I knew the answer.

Linda looked up, smiled and said, "Can I trust you?"

"About what?" I replied.

"About keeping it strictly confidential how I really feel about balloons and about you," she continued.

Man did she have me hooked. I gave her the scout sign as I solemnly responded, "Scouts honor. Nothing we do or say will ever be revealed by me. Now, can I trust you?"

Linda nodded her head and just let her thoughts spill out, "Your sexual stimulation from balloons gets me very much aroused; both last week as well and just now. I discovered how sensual rubbing myself with toy balloons could be probably when I was about nine years old. I know it was wrong, but I couldn't resist seeing if balloons affected George (Linda's seven year younger brother) the same way. This past year and a half I had a couple of occasions to be with older boys and I discovered they could be turned on by rubbing them with balloons as well. Unlike them, while we were decorating last week you genuinely seemed to enjoy handling and playing with the balloons. I know you really enjoyed watching the girls and me when we started popping them."

Linda gave me an apologetic look and continued, "Please forgive me for being so forward, but I think you really enjoy balloons the way I do and I would really like to have someone to share this fun with. Actually, balloons aside, ever since last fall when you showed up at school wearing your scout shorts I have been physically attracted by your strong muscular legs and the loose fitting shorts you like to wear that show them off so well. Those macho boots and knee socks you've got on today really turn me on as well. I like the fact that you aren't afraid to wear shorts in public and that the rigorous physical training you have been doing this past year has really given you a lot more confidence and physical maturity than any of the other boys in school."

Linda paused then added, "Do you like seeing me in shorts too?"

I gave her a big grin as I snapped back, "You bet. And for the same reasons you gave."

"Good. I enjoy wearing shorts just as much as you do," Linda replied. "Do you like to see guys like Bob wearing shorts as well?" Uh oh. Our conversation had taken a sudden bad turn.

Linda's conversation had really gotten me stimulated. Here in front of me was the culmination of years of fantasies. A short pants loving, balloon busting body; that was anxious to share in my sexual perversions. Or was this entire scene nothing more than a very convincing dramatic ploy. If the latter was the case I figured I would really give Linda some food for thought so I said emphatically, "Actually I like seeing boys wearing shorts even more than girls."

Whoa, I thought. That ought to slow Linda down. It didn't as she quickly replied, "Is it a sexual attraction for the guys or for the shorts that they are wearing? You know short pants in themselves can be a fetish for you just like the balloons are."

Uh oh. She had decided quite correctly that balloons at least are a fetish for me. Did I really want to reveal that a pair of abbreviated pants held the same sexual attraction for me?

I decided to take our conversation all the way to see it I could get a rise out of her, so I replied, "It's really the guys. I love their strong legs and what they have up between them. Our hardware is incompatible; but what the heck, we can still play around with each other."

At this point Linda actually looked embarrassed as she slowly responded, "Well our hardware, as you put it, is compatible, but we both have to be mature enough not to actually use it as it was intended. That means that we can just only play around with each other as well. So I really have no advantage over your boy friends. If you would prefer male sexual companions then I guess we might as well pack up and head back home."

Linda was staring intently at me awaiting my response. Oh my, did I ever want to play around with her, and it wouldn't require the aid of rubber toys to get me really interested either. I still couldn't believe that she wasn't just leading me along with her professed sexual attraction to balloons. Then again, if she was willing to allow herself to be so vulnerable in sharing her sexuality just to make me feel comfortable, I would be nuts to reject such a mature understanding companion that appeared to share my sexual interests. I looked up at Linda and told her that I felt much more comfortable having her as a playmate rather than Bob or my buddies. I didn't mention the last hike I had with dad the previous summer when he got me to shoot my load which had also been intensely stimulating.

Up to this point I had done all the balloon blowing and busting with Linda intently observing and presumably reaching at least one orgasm. Linda reached for the balloon bag and pulled out a pink one as she purred, "Now it's time for me to pop a few for you. What do you like to see your boyfriends do with balloons? I know just blowing them up and watching someone break them, even with a pin, gets me excited. Do you like to see the boys burst them or rub themselves or you with them? I kind of like to hear the squeaking sound of tortured rubber before they break myself."

Wow! So many options. Frankly by the time she finished talking I was near ready to shoot a massive load right in my shorts; and I didn't really care what she did with the balloon. I just sort of gawked at her as she began inflating the pink rubber bag.

She was standing a few feet in front of me; her nicely muscled legs thrusting out of her thin loose fitting blue gym shorts. As she worked her breasts were rising and falling rhythmically as her powerful lungs forced air into the toy. In no time it was to the point where the neck was well distended. She stopped, looked at it, and said, "Decision time. Do you want me to pop it off or would you like us to play with it a little while before we burst it?"

"Go ahead. Finish it off," I replied. "I don't like pink balloons and I would just as soon see you blow it until it busts."

Linda gave me a big grin and proceeded to force in the final few destructive puffs of air. The balloon burst with a thunderous BANG suddenly revealing her face. Linda laughed and said, "There, did you like that?"

Oh my, my, my; you bet I did.

Linda grabbed another balloon from the bag, but before she started on it she asked, "Why don't you take off your scout shorts and shirt and get more comfortable? Things must be getting a bit cramped down there by now, I would think."

She was grinning as she pointed to the obvious bulge that had developed in the fly area of my shorts.  I was so caught up in things I hadn't even considered the utter humiliation of having a sex goddess like Linda discover her macho Boy Scout had a dick the size of a wimpy Cub Scout. Within minutes I could see her wondering why I wasn't wearing a Cub's blue shorts and knee socks.

I dumbly stepped out of my scout shorts and exposed additional leg flesh courtesy of the green gym shorts I was wearing as Linda set to work on her second balloon. Linda paused in her balloon inflation and said, "Take off your tee shirt too. I really enjoy seeing what a real he man looks like."

Man was Linda BS'ing me or what. I did possess some promising bulges in my upper torso in the proper spots but I was far from looking anything like Charles Atlas. As I pulled off my sweaty tee I was hoping the damp spot covering the end of my stem wasn't too obvious. I could see Linda's gym shorts appeared to be damper in the front than you might expect from our hiking exertions. Again she stopped a few breaths short of busting the balloon and asked what I wanted done to it. This time I suggested she rub and squeeze it until it popped.

Linda let some of the air out until it was about fourteen inches in diameter and tied a knot in the neck. Then she started rubbing it between her hands as she pressed it into the wet spot at the front of her gym shorts. The balloon groaned in protest as the pressure from her grip distorted the rubber skin. Linda seemed to sense how much the balloon would take as she massaged it for a good two minutes. Then, while she balanced on her right leg, she swung her left leg out to the side and placed the balloon between the inside of her knees. With all her weight maintained on her right leg she slowly flattened the balloon by swinging her left leg down along side her right. Linda's heavy well formed knees disappeared into the flattened rubber until suddenly the balloon burst with a sizable BANG and her boots clicked together. Man did I ever like Linda's technique.

"OK. Lets see you bust one like that, big boy," Linda purred as she tossed me a balloon from her bag.

I inflated it all the way; then let out about a third of the air. I tied it off and proceeded to clamp it between the inside of my knees as she had done. I squeezed the balloon with my free leg and felt it squash against the bare flesh above my boot tops. I squeezed it harder. Nothing. Finally I gave it all I had and managed to lose my balance in the process.

I went over to a tree to steady myself Then I jammed the damn balloon between my knees and gave it every ounce squeeze I could muster. Still nothing. It was obvious my physical fitness regimen had overlooked a muscle group running down the inside of my legs that was vitally involved with squashing balloons between one's knees until they popped. I couldn't swing my free leg out to the side and really whack it into the leg I was standing on because the balloon would drop to the ground as soon as I separated my knees. Linda was laughing and I could feel the red building in my face and it wasn't all the result of my strenuous effort either.

Linda laughingly said, "Don't feel bad. I don't know any boys or other girls in our school that can bust a balloon the way I did. You need to use muscles that most people don't make much use of unless they are into swimming or, in my case, horseback riding. This brings up something I want to ask you. Did you ever think about wanting to ride a horse like the cowboys in the movies do?"

Geeze, what a dumb question. All red blooded American boys would have given anything to ride after the bad guys and 'injuns with their Saturday matinee heroes, Hoppy, Roy, Tom Mix, et. al.

"Sure," I responded. "Who wouldn't. But horses are expensive and you have to come from a rich family to afford one."

"Well, I come from a rich family," Linda stated matter of factually, "And I have two of them. Both my father and I would like to know if you would be interested in learning how to ride. We know you have the build and strength to make a good rider."

Linda paused to allow me time to absorb this sudden latest revelation. Gheeze, what did her dad, a nose, throat, and ear specialist that I had seen professionally about a dozen times since I was eight, know about a schoolmate of his daughter's that had a penchant for wearing short pants?

Linda continued, "Let me warn you though, it will be the most physically demanding challenge you have ever undertaken. The fact that we know you whipped yourself into shape with your workouts this past year essentially on your own means you have the determination to succeed that you will need. I guarantee if you stick with it and do the exercises I will give you, you will be able to pop a balloon in a few months between your knees just as easily as I did."

"Whoa! Slow down," I said. "It sounds to me you're lining me up for a lot of effort just to develop a sexy way to pop a balloon. Anyway, what does your father know about me that makes him think I would be a good candidate for horse riding training?"

Linda laughed again as she pointed at my legs and said, "Those sexy shorts you like to wear along with your short sleeve scout shirts lets everyone know, including my father, what well developed legs and body you have. You have excellent conformation to be a horseman."

Gee, wow! This kind of talk from possibly the number one girl in school was definitely going to my head. Suddenly a silly quote of my dad's popped into my mind, 'She was only the farmers daughter but all the horse manure'. A nervous excitement came over me and her sexy shorts talk got me quickly pumped up again, bulging the front of my gym shorts.

"Think about it. My father will talk to your dad about it tonight when he sees your parents at the club," Linda went on.

Linda grabbed another balloon from the bag. Like the first she over inflated it then left some of the air out to make it soft and rubbery. When she had tied it off, without comment, she walked over to me. Then she held the balloon against her lower crotch, and while pressing the balloon against the front of my gym shorts started to twist her hips causing the flattened balloon to sort of roll between us. The pressure of the balloon rolling over my fully expanded stem felt really great but there wasn't any real friction generated to send me over the top.

As we twisted, rolling the balloon between us, it soon worked it's way down so that it was caught between the front of our bare legs. Before it reached Linda's knees it squirted out to the side and went bounding off over the grass. In two rapid strides Linda recaptured the wayward rubber toy.

This time Linda held the balloon in her right hand and pressed it firmly over the front of my shorts. As she pressed it against me she twisted it back and forth causing it to scrub over my rock hard dick. The rubber sliding over the damp cotton twill caused the balloon to emit the most glorious squeaks. Man, was I getting ready to go.

Linda seemed to sense this as she moved along side of me and pressed the balloon into my hands. Then she reached over and pulled the elastic waist of my gym shorts down below my balls. My suddenly released stem jutted out and Linda encircled it with the fingers of her right hand and started pumping away on it. In a matter of moments that heavenly rush of orgiastic pleasure washed over me as my juice squirted in a nice arc and landed like a blob of thick milky dew on the grass five feet in front of me. A couple of secondary shots ensued as she deftly massaged my stem. After the third shot she stopped pumping and just squeezed tightly. Um um good. Little doubt she had performed this service on other guys before and not for her kid brother either.

Man this release was even better than those Bob had given me. Talk about being relaxed and limp. My tool was still at attention but all my strength seemed to have drained away. It was all I could do to keep my legs from buckling. Linda released her grip on my stem and I managed to make it over to the log and sat down. I still had the balloon she had given me clutched between my hands.

"Did you enjoy that?" Linda quietly asked.

"Yes mam, you did just fine," I managed to reply.

And how. I really would have loved to have heard a resume of her past experience in this area because she sure had the touch. I realized however that it would certainly have destroyed the moment and really wasn't any of my damn business in any case.

Linda pulled the balloon away from me and started rubbing the fronts of her legs from knees to crotch with it. I pulled the gym shorts back up over my collapsing stem as I watched her repeatedly pull the flattened balloon up the front of her legs, over her slit, and on up to her belly. I asked her if it felt good and she nodded in the affirmative. After about a minute she spread her legs apart and wedged the balloon between her thighs. At the same time she dropped forward on her knees into the grass and squatted on the hapless toy. I couldn't believe that it didn't pop. The neck was fully extended to the rear out between her legs. The super tight rubber conforming to her damp crotch caused the balloon to emit several short high pitched squeaks that signaled it was about to rupture.

This was apparently what Linda wanted because she started to slowly bounce her tight butt up and down on the balloon until it finally burst with a loud over pressure BANG. I couldn't believe that the inside and back of her thighs didn't get stung when the balloon let go. If they did she didn't show any sign of discomfort. I just looked at her as she sprang to her feet and said, "As a matter of fact I like doing that."

How well I knew. I loved watching the balloon sitting technique she had demonstrated on the folding chair when we were decorating the prom hall the week before.

Linda went over and retrieved the balloon bag and dumped the contents on the log we had been sitting on.

"Looks like we have about a dozen balloons left," she said. "I don't want to take them home so why don't you suggest something fun we can do with them. I just love the way my playing with them and popping them gets you all excited."

Actually at this point I was thinking more along the lines of what could we do with each other to have additional fun like I had just experienced. I suggested balloon wrestling like dad and I would do back before the war when I was legitimately wearing short pants.

Linda and I then blew up two balloons each to the max and then let about half the air out so they were nice and soft and squishy. When we were finished I grabbed one of them and jammed it into her chest. She immediately clamped it between her hands and tried to rip it out of my grasp. I wondered how long they would last as we tried to grab the balloons away from each other because, although they weren't overly long, Linda sported some vicious claws. One gouge and a balloon would be history.

Actually Linda was quite careful and only used the ball of her fingertips and the palm of her hands to try to wrest the balloons away from me. The first one lasted nearly three minutes before the friction of our hands ruptured the rubber skin and it popped with a sudden POOM. I could see Linda liked this game. The sound of the squealing rubber was really getting her excited. I was getting excited as well, but surprisingly I think it was more from seeing Linda get hot than from what we were doing to the poor balloons.

The second balloon lasted less than two minutes. Linda was really grabbing, squeezing, and pulling. The rubber was tough but no match for the abuse we were giving it. The third and forth balloons went even quicker. After we popped the forth one we were out of inflated balloons and I was wondering if Linda was ready for a little hands on attention from me.

Frankly I hadn't reloaded from the fantastic orgasm she had given me only fifteen minutes earlier and I had no interest in any additional sexual interaction for myself. Again if I had paid more attention in health class I might know what Linda needed to optimize her enjoyment of our play. This time, as we inflated all the remaining balloons, I decided I would put aside any pride and just ask her. She had not made any negative comments about my petite masculinity so hopefully she wouldn't think I was a total jerk if I asked her straight out how I could best satisfy her sexual needs; short of intercourse which we had both agreed was totally out.

When I broached the subject Linda absolutely glowed. She couldn't believe a guy was actually more concerned about what she was getting out of a sexual encounter then he was. I think Wonder Women was on the verge of tears as she gave me detailed instructions on how she would like to have me play with her.

Since Linda obviously knew what she had to do to satisfy a boy's sexual requirements she concentrated on finding out what sort of balloon play I found especially exciting. She was well aware that balloons in and of themselves, especially when they were popped or otherwise destroyed would bring me near orgasm. I was taken aback when she correctly surmised that short pants could provide a similar level of sexual stimulation. For me purposely ripping a pair of shorts was equivalent to sticking a pin in a balloon. One produced torn cotton, the other torn rubber. Both resulted in a destroyed fetish and near instant orgasm for me.

Unlike my balloons, however, even though I had what many would consider a lifetime supply of abbreviated pants, I never purposely destroyed shorts just for my sexual pleasure. I did make a point of seeing how much abuse, especially the thin gym shorts, would take before they ripped and became unwearable. Whenever they reached this point I would hang them up by the waist, legs down, and apply a flame to the hems of the legs. I would have an orgasm as the flames raced up through the thin cotton quickly reducing my fetish object to charred ashes.

Linda and I started inflating the remaining balloons. As I was working on my second one Linda noted that it was pink and suggested that I just blow it up until it burst, since I said I didn't care for pink balloons. As I reached the limit that the rubber could take she just tied off the one she was working on and tossed it aside to observe me finish off my pink one. It burst with a resounding BANG and a glob of shredded pink rubber landed in the grass at her feet. Linda picked it up and as she untangled some of the long strands of rubber remarked, "Oh, I just love what you do to these balloons. I really appreciate the fact that all you boys seem to just love busting them this way."

Linda sighed and continued, "Guess I should have been a boy because I like popping them this way too."

I couldn't help thinking, 'Linda girl, you are a boy that happens to have female hardware.' No question in my mind she was over endowed with masculine hormones.

We finished blowing up the last of Linda's balloons. Except for the last ones we worked on the rest were lying about on the lush green grass. The afternoon air was still as Linda batted the balloon she was holding toward me. I hit the one I had back toward her and we quickly found ourselves racing about in the glen trying to keep the two balloons aloft. It wasn't long before Linda ran into one of the balloons lying on the grass and it popped with a nice satisfying BANG.

Linda seemed to be forcing our balloon volleyball activity over the area where most of the inflated balloons were lying. I made a point of hoping over the brightly colored toys while Linda seemed to enjoy kicking them about. The balloons were too large to actually stomp on without making a special effort to raise a foot higher than required for our balloon batting romp. They did not hold up well to getting kicked with Linda's hiking boots, and within a minute or so she had finished off another two.

Both our batting balloons had gotten away from us and as we bent over to recover them Linda looked at me and asked, "Don't you like to kick and stomp on balloons? They pop so nice and you don't have to bend over to pick them up either."

I smiled and replied, "No, that seems like a chicken way to bust balloons. Sort of just like sticking a pin in them or zapping them with a BB gun."

"Well we only have a few left," Linda commented. "Why don't you show me what you like to do to them?"

I walked over to a nice fat orange balloon, stood in front of it and dropped to a kneeling position. My knees flattened the rubber which loudly squeaked up between them. There must not have been anything sharp in the grass because my knees had nearly sunk to the opposite side of the balloon before it exploded with a thunderous BANG. As I rocked back to my feet again I gave Linda a grin as I said, "I sorta like the feel of the rubber against my knee skin when they bust."

Linda had already demonstrated she liked balloon contact as well by her sit and squash from a few minutes earlier.

Next I zeroed in on a red balloon and kneeled it into balloon heaven while Linda flattened a white one under her knees as well. We were now down to three balloons on the ground plus the two we were holding. Linda suggested that rather than just bust them off we use them to stimulate each other. We gathered the three loose balloons and flopped side by side on the grass. Linda quickly pushed me over on my back.

Logistically, if the balloons were going to get involved in our sex play, we would have to work on each other one at a time. If we were just going for mutual hand jobs without the interference of our toys then we then we would have been able to pleasure each other simultaneously (as I discovered during future one on one sessions). I was more than happy to give Linda a balloon massage. I didn't think, balloons notwithstanding, that I had enough juice left in me to go again in any case, but Linda seemed more interested in getting me to achieve orgasm again for her pleasure.

Balloon in hand she started rubbing me from the waist of my shorts up and all over my chest. The sticky sweat from our speed walk really caused the balloon to scream in protest. In no time flat she had my titties standing up and hard like two Hershey's kisses. The friction of the rubber on the tips also made them hurt so I told her to move her massage to my lower regions. Linda quickly apologized as she started scrubbing the balloon on my knees and lower legs.

It was obvious she wanted her sex treatment on me to be slow and sensuous. Having Linda work on me the way she was felt super good and man could I buy into her plan. Unfortunately my genitals had other thoughts based on what they were experiencing. My dick became rock hard and started oozing pre cum inside of thirty seconds even though Linda hadn't even rubbed the balloon further up my legs than the hem of my gym shorts.

Linda seemed to sense my rapid sexual escalation, but instead of backing off she reached over with her other hand and started stroking my stem from the tip down to my balls through the thin cotton shorts. Oh WOW! I was ready to explode without the benefit of any of my fantasies or sexually related fetish imagery.

I held back; one stroke, then two. On the third stroke Linda yanked down the waist of my gym pants. My dick popped up at an angle like a WW1 field artillery cannon and BARRROOM, I fired off a massive load that landed on my chest in the area below my neck. Linda's nimble fingers quickly grasped my tube and without missing a beat she managed to coax a few additional squirts out of me before she gave it a firm long squeeze that she held until I started floating down from my pleasure pinnacle. Linda seemed really impressed with my performance, especially from a boy with such anemic equipment. To her credit she never commented on my lack of manliness in this area at any time during our relationship.

After she released her grip on my stem she took her forefinger and started spreading my juice around on my chest, around my tits, and as far down as my belly button. Linda seemed to be doing finger painting on my chest and It felt wonderful as I continued to float down.

The thinly spread cum quickly dried and mingled with my sticky sweat and as Linda finished her painting she offhandedly asked me if I had ever considered getting a tattoo.

I said, "No, why? I am sure my dad wouldn't allow it and I don't think I would feel right messing up my skin with something I would have to wear for life."

Linda smiled as she replied, "I think a man with a nice muscular body like you have would look really macho with a few tastefully chosen tattoos placed where they could show off your physique and be seen."

I laughed as I said, "And where would that be. I don't intend being a nudist or going in for see through clothing.

"Well you really seem to enjoy wearing short sleeve shirts and short pants that let you show off your pretty legs, which by the way, I really enjoy," Linda giggled. "Those nice strong legs and arms would be an ideal canvas for some masculine artwork."

I quickly poo pooed her but she continued, "The next time we come up here I will bring my art kit and some indelible inks and paint some non permanent tattoos on your tough skinned legs; how about that?"

I wasn't thrilled at the thought, but rather than argue, I decided I would deal with this situation if it arose later.

It was obvious my body, enhanced by my orgasmic release, had Linda stimulated and ready to go. She still had the balloon she was rubbing on me in her hand as I gently laid her back on the grass. I felt stupid asking her what she wanted me to do to her, but being totally ignorant of girls sexual requirements or preferences, I felt it was the smart thing to do. I did not want to do anything that would upset what was unquestionably the most fantastic afternoon of my life.

"Play with me. Play with me," Linda panted. "Gently rub my breasts, then the insides of my legs, then move up to my slit."

"Ah, umm," I said. "Do you want me to use a balloon."

"No, just your finger tips. Nice and light," Linda sighed.

She still had her semi sweaty tee shirt on but made no move to remove it so I started my exploration of her anatomy by gently massaging her breasts. Linda was not voluptuous and as a result was not wearing any frontal support gear, so I had no trouble getting her tits to firm up as mine had. Her hands were up over her head, supported on the balloon she was gripping that was resting on her forehead. As she became aroused she began snapping the rubber skin with the tips of her index fingers.

I wasn't long before Linda wanted me to move to her lower more sensuous areas. I slid my hand up between her heavily muscled thighs and played with the hems of her loose thin gym shorts. Linda began to quietly moan as the intensity of her finger tips rubbing the balloon and the noise it was making increased.

After another minute Linda removed her right hand from the balloon and yanked the waist of her shorts down. Then she grabbed my hand and forced my fingers into her wet crack. I wasn't totally sure how to proceed but I figured she probably wanted some friction on her sensitive spot. I thrust my fingers further into her trying to find her sensitive spot. Linda suddenly wretched as she grasped my hand and gasped, "Easy. Easy. Easy."

I gulped out a "Sorry" as I just worked my fingertips gently up and down her slit. Linda began to tighten her body.

"Say when," I whispered.

I hadn't the faintest idea of "what" when. Linda suddenly became ridged as she gasped, "Now hold and press in."

A moment later there was a loud POP as she dug her finger nails into the balloon she was holding. It gave me a start because I wasn't expecting it. Linda smiled and looked up at me as she said, "Oh, that was wonderful. Why didn't we get together last fall when you first turned me on with your sexy short pants?"

I was wondering the same thing. Man had I ever been missing some really fun times. Then I thought about how much more fun it could be for both of us if I had my tool inside of her instead of my fingers. I quickly tried to dispel this sinful thought because at that moment it was all I could do to keep from covering her. Worse it would probably be safe because dad had slipped me a couple of Trojan adult balloons. Before we finished up Linda had two more orgasms courtesy of my finger expertise.

At this point we knew we were both sexed out. There were still four brightly colored inflated rubber bags lying about our play area. I was sitting on the log as Linda gathered them up and brought them over. She was standing in front of me and without warning she squashed one of the balloons down on my right knee. The palm of her hand got to within four inches of my knee cap before the balloon busted with a BANG. Within moments she finished off a second balloon on my left knee. Linda gave me a shit eating grin as she said, "There big boy. Did you like that skin contact with the busting balloons?"

I managed an unenthusiastic "Yah."

At that point nothing could have turned me on.

"Good. How about this?" Linda quickly replied as she grabbed the back of my head and squashed a nice soft yellow balloon in my face.

I managed to get my eyes closed before it burst. Fortunately the direction she was pressing caused her hand to whack me in the forehead when it popped. I jumped up and tried to grab the last balloon from her. As she turned to try to run from me she slipped on the grass and we both went down with me more or less on top of her. The balloon got trapped between her hip and my crotch and as my weight came down on her it got flattened and exploded between us. Linda was laughing and having a ball while I was dealing with a sharp sting on the front of my leg below my shorts from the suddenly snapped rubber.

After a bit of a rest, at my suggestion, we policed up our play area and hid all the torn rubber we could find under a rock where it could find it's way back into the soil from which it had come. Neither of us had matches so I wasn't able to watch the remains burn which would have been a dandy finale to a wonderful afternoon.

After we finished our clean up we donned our scout uniforms and headed back to the car. Fortunately for me on the trip back Linda walked at a slower pace and I only had to speed walk to keep up. She spent most of the time in mostly one sided conversation detailing how much fun we were going to have during the upcoming summer with my horse riding lessons and all the time that would allow us to be together. I had grave reservations about the lesson part but I was all for us being together, especially if we were alone and had a good supply of balloons along.  Rev. Date 4/03.
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