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Pussy Pump...

By: Dostover



Pussy Pump...the Ultimate Pain/Pleasure Toy

I met Janine in a bar in New York. She told me that she was 24, and we spent the night getting drunk and flirting with each other. She was about 5'11" with big blue eyes, pouty lips, and full blonde hair, and she allowed me to notice her beautifully shaped calves and work my eyes up to her firm thighs. Janine was one of those innocent looking girls, mostly because of her skin; it was pearly white, like the sun had never tanned her a day in her life. But I was about to find out that she was a naughty young woman.

After she was drunk and I was feeling alright, she asked me to drive her home since she obviously couldn't drive. During the ten minute drive the only thing she said to me was, "I just got a package in the mail today." And then she simply put my right hand between her slender thighs and we drove for about ten minutes in silence. 

We got inside and she locked the door behind us. Janine was looking incredible, as drunk girls always do when they don't even realize that their skirts are hiked up, revealing their panties. She told me to take off all my clothes, and while I was doing so she unwrapped the package she had spoken of earlier. I couldn't stand it, but she told me I couldn't see what it was, she had to blindfold me. Whoa, this was getting a little weird, but I played along, remembering all those boyhood fantasies that might actually come true right now.

She blindfolded me, and then took my right hand and began to cuff it to the bed. Before I could pull away I was lying on my back with both hands cuffed to the head board. Then the legs, she tied them to the other end of the bed, one to each post, so I was spread-eagle on her queen-sized bed. I felt very vulnerable, my balls hanging out like that, but I was trusting. Then she told me I would get to feel what was in the package. 

She rubbed up and down my already hard cock, and then I felt something on my balls. It was cold, and encircled both of my little guys. She pressed it against me, and then I heard "WSSHT!" What the hell is that? "WSSHT!" My balls tightened. It was a suction cup! A pump! "Do you like that?" she asked. No response. "WSSHT!" She pumped a few more times until I felt the blood being sucked into my balls. It felt good, until she pumped a few more times...she heard me moan and stopped, knowing that I was in slight pain. She said, "Now you're ready to make me come. I'm gonna tell you what to do, and if you do well I won't pump anymore." 

I was definitely nervous now, but precum was dripping from my tip and somehow I was enjoying this. She straddled me and rubbed her slit on my cock a few times. It was hot and slimy with her juices. Janine pinched my nipples and said, "Not quite what you were expecting?" I could feel the cum work its way up my cock and then...she stopped rubbing her pussy on me, and dragged it across my stomach and chest, leaving a trail of pussy juice. She told me to stick out my tongue, and when I didn't immediately she pumped the suction cup once...MMMPH! It was really starting to get to me now! My balls had constant pressure on them, and it just got harder, and it was starting to hurt! I stuck out my tongue and she sucked on it for a second, then rammed her pussy down on to it. She fucked my tongue with her sweet, fresh pussy. It was sour! "I squeezed lemon in my pussy for you...does it taste good?" It made my face wince, but I couldn't stop...or else. 

She was breathing heavily and rubbing her clit, and now squeezing the hell out of my dick with her hand! God I was about to come hard! She came first though, her pussy lips parted over my tongue and I felt them fold up and unfold, squirting girl cum into my mouth. It was salty and thick, but strange! She told me to swallow, and before I could she pumped my balls again! OUCH! I swallowed all of the drips from her soft cunt. 

"Please, I need to come too!" I said. "We'll see." "WSSHT!" Shit! Was she doing it again? I didn't feel it get any tighter on my balls...I heard it again, and realized she must be using one too! She took off my blindfold, but left me tied. She was stradling me, with a plastic suction cup full of her pussy and the area around it. It was sucking her lips and entire pussy. She put the bulb of the pump in my hand and told me to squeeze. Now it was time for revenge! I squeezed a good ten times before she could take it away from me, and by that time she was moaning and bucking wildly! I saw the suction cup fill with liquid and her pussy squelch against the pump...she was a squirter! She screamed and moaned, and me being the sneaky guy that I am, I grabbed the pump from where she had unsuspectingly put it on the head board and squeezed...Janine's legs flew apart and she screamed "Unnnnnhhh! It hurts!" She pulled the pump off with a pop and in it, she held about a quarter of a cup of her cum. "I think you know what this is for..." she said with a smile. She took my pump in her hand and held it up, threatening to squeeze if I didn't drink her pussy juice. Of course I wanted to, so I willingly gulped down the hot, salty girl cum. There was so much of it! 

She spread her cute little white butt cheeks, and eased her asshole down, my cock penetrating her and my clear precum being enough to lubricate her. Janine fucked my cock with her ass until I couldn't take it anymore. She pumped the bulb three more times just before I came, and the jizz broiled in my balls but couldn't escape! She pumped once more, then released the suction, and all that cum shot up into her ass in one big load. "MMMMPH!" She moaned. "It's so hot inside me!" But I wasn't done yet, she pulled her ass off of me and I came for a good 20 seconds! Big squirts of sticky goo, and she was licking and sucking it all out of my hard-on like her mouth was a suction cup. I have never had someone suck so hard, and get some much cum out of me. 

Janine asked me if I was mad at her after she untied me, and I said "Fuck no!" That was the best sex of my life! I slapped her on the ass and that was the beginning of my many sexual experiences with innocent Janine.

Pussy Pupils



In high school, it had always been me, Jodi, and Nadine. I couldn't have hoped for a closer relationship, even with sisters. We were sort of nerds in high school, but under the acne, clueless fashion, and dumb crushes were fun-loving, pretty young women waiting to break free. Since graduation we'd taken on different roles: Jodi was the curvy jock, Nadine the sultry diva, and I the skinny smart one. Despite our changing interests and personalities, however, we stayed true to each other.

College put a damper on our friendship, but couldn't stifle it completely. Jodi and I went to different state universities and Nadine (her family being quite a bit wealthier than ours), a private east-coast college. Through Facebook and email, we managed to keep on top of each other's lives.

Still, there was no substitute for being together. When summer rolled around, we made each other our first priority. There wasn't enough time in the span of three months to do all the shopping, bar-hopping and gossiping a proper friendship required.

The summer after junior year was no different. The day after school let out, Jodi and I went to Nadine's to surprise her. We had always lived at each other's houses, so it didn't seem strange at all to walk right through Nadine's front door without ringing the bell.

Laughing, our arms around each other, Jodi and I called out "Nadine! Are you home? It's us!" Our voices echoed in the marble foyer.

Silence met our ears.

"Maybe she's in the solarium," Jodi suggested. We walked toward the back of the large house. As we approached the solarium we saw a dark-haired female figure sitting in a plush chair with her back to us, watching TV.

"It's Mrs. Wyeth," I whispered. Nadine's mom was not a normal mom. She always wore a dress with high heels and pearls, no matter what time of day or night, ordered fancy dinners in for every meal, and had really expensive tastes. She was beautiful, but I thought she was materialistic and snobby. Jodi, on the other hand, always talked about her as though she were some sort of goddess.

Jodi tugged on my sleeve and pointed to the TV. Mrs. Wyeth was watching a home video of people having sex.

Nadine's mom was a sex therapist. Nadine said sometimes she ordered her clients to videotape themselves having sex so she could research what might be going wrong in their bedrooms. 

"She's working," I murmured, pressing against Jodi, eager to get the hell out of there. "Let's go."

Before I could grab Jodi's arm and drag her away undetected, Mrs. Wyeth spun around in the chair. To our complete surprise, she was wearing a red silk, Asian-print robe, wide open, nude underneath. The fingers of her right hand glistened with fresh pussy juices.

I was pretty certain the couples who came to her for professional advice didn't pay her to get off on their recreational activities.

When she saw us standing there, she didn't startle, cover up, or yell at us. She smiled.

"Girls," she said in a husky voice, repositioning herself seductively, "come explore."

I almost ran in the opposite direction, out the door, down the driveway, across town. But Jodi obeyed the command as if in a trance. She descended the stairs and slowly sat down on the floor in front of Mrs. Wyeth, her eyes fixated on her gorgeous body. 

Mrs. Wyeth stroked Jodi's hair. "It's normal for girls to be curious," she said in a motherly tone. "It's okay. Touch."

Jodi reached out and brushed Mrs. Wyeth's right breast with her fingertips. Before long, she was caressing both breasts eagerly.

"Oh...." Mrs. Wyeth said, leaning back, straining to maintain her calm voice despite growing excitement. "It's good for girls to be curious."

Mrs. Wyeth continued to stroke Jodi's hair. Then, she pulled up on Jodi's head and brought it to her breast. Without hesitation, Jodi took a dark, hard nipple in her mouth and rolled it around with her tongue, getting a feel for its taste and texture. She was clearly enjoying this and, it seemed to me, acting on a long-treasured fantasy. How many years had she secretly desired this?

Not content with breast stimulation alone, Mrs. Wyeth took Jodi's hand and guided it toward her mound. Jodi looked at Mrs. Wyeth with wide, unbelieving eyes as her fingers disappeared beneath Mrs. Wyeth's neatly-trimmed pubic hair. First one, then two, then after a murmured "more" from Mrs. Wyeth, three.

I could hardly admit it to myself, but the scene unfolding in front of me was arousing. Was Mrs. Wyeth right? Was there something about being a girl that automatically made you interested in other women?

The married couple on TV began to sixty-nine as Jodi moved her hand in and out of Mrs. Wyeth's vagina. Mrs. Wyeth lost composure as she gave into her desire. Sweat appeared on her forehead. She panted audibly as she swung her hips back and forth opposite Jodi's pumping motion between her legs. She tilted Jodi's head upward and brought their mouths together. Hungry, eager female lips and tongues met in a deep kiss that seemed to radiate heat.

Without even realizing it, I had descended the stairs and was now standing in front of them, drawn to their sexual activity like a moth to a flame. Mrs. Wyeth broke away from Jodi's mouth and smiled. "It's hard to resist, isn't it?" she said as she slid her hands up my legs and under my skirt. "Soft skin, warm flesh, sweet wetness...."

I gasped as Mrs. Wyeth's hand slid past my panties and deep inside my slickening slit. There had been no warning, no warm-up. Relentlessly, she moved probing fingers in and out of me while Jodi resumed the same activity between Mrs. Wyeth's legs. I grew weak in the knees, losing the battle to pleasure that I still wasn't sure I wanted.

Then Mrs. Wyeth suddenly stopped. I cried, "Keep going!" and put a hand up to my mouth, shocked at my own revelation.

Mrs. Wyeth smirked, knowing she had us both in her trap. She rose to her feet before us and let her silk robe flutter to the floor, revealing her entire beautiful body to us. 

She stood with her legs widely spread, eyes closed, working hard to control her breathing. Her entire body shook with anticipation as she hissed, "Jodi...clit. Amanda...hole."

We knew exactly what she meant. Jodi knelt down in front of her, I in back. Looking upward toward our mentor, we slid our tongues into the designated areas. At first sensation, Mrs. Wyeth let out a guttural moan that dissolved into a strained, almost painful-sounding "Yes, my little darlings. YES!"

Hardly believing what I was doing, I wormed my tongue deep inside Mrs. Wyeth's canal. It was sweet and salty all at once. With strong, circular movements I rolled my tongue against the wet interior walls of her vagina. I ran my hands up and down her silky legs, feeling her muscles flex as she struggled to remain upright amid this intense pleasure.

On the other side, I heard Jodi's tongue flapping against Mrs. Wyeth's clit over and over again. The entire room was filled with the slurping sounds of sex and the grunts and groans from the couple on TV.

"Yes!" Mrs. Wyeth panted, throwing her head back and clutching at her breasts like an animal. "Yes, my hot little sweethearts. Unleash your young sexuality. Enjoy me with your mouths. Don't stop until I come. Don't you dare stop until...I...ohhh...!"

She froze then weakened, filling the air with sharp, high-pitched wails. Her vaginal muscles contracted tightly around my tongue over and over again. Jodi's head bobbed on her other side, squeezing every second of bliss out of her orgasm. 

Finally, Mrs. Wyeth came down. With a face glowing from sexual release and perspiration, she looked down at us and cupped our chins in her hands. 

"My little proteges," she sighed. We knelt humbly before her, aroused beyond comprehension and not sure what would happen next.

"Undress each other, girls," she commanded, walking over to the coffee table and picking up the remote. With the push of a few buttons the married couple on the screen disappeared and was replaced by two women making out.

Without a word, Jodi crawled over to me on her knees and began unbuttoning my shirt. Her eyes were glassy and distant, as though she wasn't really aware of what she was doing. Something sinister and sexual had overtaken her. It both frightened and delighted me.

I pulled Jodi's t-shirt over her head. Hands brushed against skin and eyes lingered as we removed each other's bras, skirts, and panties. Despite our closer-than-close friendship, I had never seen Jodi naked. What I saw now didn't disappoint. Jodi was curvier than I but had a small waist to complement her perky breasts and round hips. She took in my leaner, more model-like body with unapologetic desire.

"Sit," Mrs. Wyeth said, indicating the leather sofa. We did as we were told.

"Look," she continued, pointing to the TV. "These are true lesbians, not porn stars pretending for men's amusement. Look at how slow and soft the movements are." As she spoke, Mrs. Wyeth gently nudged my legs apart.

The women on the screen were sitting on a bed, facing each other with legs open. Their hands reached down into each other's pussies. With slight, feather-like motions they teased each other's clits.

"Notice how they watch each other's faces. Unlike men, lesbians are highly attuned to female body language. Each matches the speed and intensity of her sex play to the other woman's needs perfectly." Mrs. Wyeth picked up my hand and guided it toward my aching, untouched pussy. I began to rub gently, just like the women whose sex I was so intently studying.

"Lesbians know how to be the pleasurer and the pleasuree at the same time. They simply do what they want done to them. "

Mrs. Wyeth pulled my hand away and replaced it with Jodi's. I felt warm, wet, not-my-own flesh against my fingertips and heard a sigh escape Jodi's lips.

"Yes...." Mrs. Wyeth whispered, as if talking too loud would disrupt the fragile fantasy she had just orchestrated. "Master each other's flesh. Yes, just like that...."

Jodi's clit was swollen and tight. My fingers rolled easily against its most sensitive areas over and over. She closed her eyes. Her choppy, throaty groans matched the sounds now coming from the women on the TV.

Between my legs, things were different. Jodi's rubbing felt good, don't get me wrong, but more like a good massage than something that was going to have me screaming in sexual ecstasy any moment.

Not so distracted by my own desire at the moment, I poured my all into getting my friend off. Her face looked pained, her body twitched. She muttered unintelligibly. I recognized all the signs of imminent female release.

Mrs. Wyeth smiled, recognizing the signs as well. She leaned in toward Jodi and egged her on with silky encouragement: "Not long now. Invite it, Jodi, welcome it. Come into Amanda's hand, sweetheart. Let it go. That's it, that's it-oh, yes...."

In that instant Jodi's body morphed from wound-up, tight, wholly focused on achieving orgasm to glowing, flowing, transcendent. She murmured "gooood...yes, it's gooood" as she rolled her head from side to side, feeling orgasmic explosions penetrate every nerve ending in her body. The lesbians on the TV screen slipped into orgasm at the same moment. Three female voices in rapturous unison filled my ears and made me crave my own sweet release.

Mrs. Wyeth grabbed my fingers and forced me to slow my rubbing down.

"Always prolong the pleasure," she explained. "Always...."

With Mrs. Wyeth's expertise, we made Jodi's orgasm last for what felt like forever. After it was over, she slumped over on the side of the couch, out of breath and out of commission for the time being.

On the TV, the lesbians were now sliding thick dildos inside each other's cunts. My own cunt was sore with unsatisfied arousal, ravenous for fulfillment. I shifted uncomfortably on the sofa.

"Not all women can come from others' manual stimulation," Mrs. Wyeth said, noticing my distress.

"Well, I guess I'm one of those," I muttered.

She smiled. "All you need is someone who knows what she's doing."

With a sexy, alluring look, Mrs. Wyeth's face disappeared between my legs. I gasped as the most amazing lips, tongue, and mouth made contact with my aching vagina.

I can hardly describe the incredible things she did to me. Between deep, strong strokes with her tongue, she dangled her lips over my clit and puckered them softly, over and over, just grazing the sensitive flesh and leaving me hungry for more. She sucked my nib into her mouth, activating all the sweet spots in rapid succession. As if that weren't enough, I felt four fingers slip inside my gaping slit and roll back and forth, knuckles and rings stimulating female erogenous zones within me in a way no man's cock ever could.

I began to moan, arching my back, almost trying to escape from the obscene amount of pleasure she was giving me. "Mrs. Wyeth--Oh--Help--No, it's too much! I can't stop--can't stop--here it comes, here it is, oh yesss...!"

All I could think about as I slid into the most exquisite bliss I had known in my young life was the whitewater rafting trip I'd taken the previous summer. Up, down, up, down, I rode my orgasm like I rode those currents, only this felt a hundred times better. As soon as I thought the ride was over, Mrs. Wyeth would coax my clit into giving up another powerful wave of rapture.

"Mom! I can't believe you!"

As my orgasm finally subsided, we were all rudely awakened by Nadine's sudden presence in the doorway. Jodi and I nearly jumped out of our skin at the unexpected intrusion and exchanged worried glances.

Mrs. Wyeth pulled away from my vagina and wiped my dew from her lips.

"Now, my little darling," she said sweetly. "You weren't home, and they were here, and...."

"I can't believe you didn't wait for me." Nadine flew down the stairs, sat down next to her mother and folded her hands in her lap. "I'm ready for my next assignment. Which one will it be?"