This fabulous adventure with the Sex Scientist featuring a pink pussy pump is written by EL Byrne of Lustitude, and originally appeared on her website. It is read here by Girl on the Net.
“If you order more stuff, look for some pussy pumping device,” his text read.
“You want me to order one if I find?” I typed, my mind already whirling with possibilities.
“Yes, clit and pussy pump and whatever comes up in your mind or seems interesting.”
“OK, I will definitely keep my eyes open.”
“Good.”
I had never even heard of a pussy pump before, I think all of our recent toy adventures have gotten his Sex Scientist brain spinning! After a bit of searching, I found one online that had good reviews (thank you toy reviewers!) Watching the reviews helped me to understand what it would do so I was prepared. I brought it with me to his place the next week.
Once our usual rituals were complete, and we were laying naked on the couch, he asked:
“Let’s see how it works, eh?”
He got up and gathered everything we usually need for our nights of fun; the lube, the cannabis warming gel, and the poppers. He refilled our water glasses and grabbed the pump, which we had unboxed and washed earlier. I turned sideways on the couch, put my back against the arm, and raised my hips on a few pillows for easier access.
Stefan sat on the couch cross legged in front of me and I draped my calves over his knees, allowing my legs to fall more comfortably open. He took the cannabis spray and squirted the cold mentholated gel onto my labia. When I squirmed from the cold spray, he let out a short evil laugh. He loves any reaction I have to the things he does to me.
He gently caressed my folds, working in the slick gel, allowing it to do its job and warm me up. His touch always transfixes me. From gentle loving warm-up touches to hard pounding fisting, his touch is always exactly in tune with what I am feeling and what I need. It’s his fault really. I’ve come to need the things he’s taught me, the caresses he gives me. Now I want this experience from everyone, but no one can duplicate his touch. His teachings have left me practically ruined for other types of games.
Eventually he deems me warmed up enough to try the pump. Our particular pump is pink. A hot pink bulb at one end, connected by a white tube to a clear pink plastic cup that lays over the vulva for play. He holds it in his hand, we discuss how it works, and locate the quick release valve on each end. He places it so the cup fits perfectly between my legs. He smiles approvingly, it seems to fit well. He lubes up the edges of the cup and again places it firmly over my wet mound. Holding it in place, he pumps on the bulb a few times. I gasp a little when I feel the suction take hold.
“You OK? Tell me how it feels.”
“I will. It doesn’t hurt, but the feeling surprised me.”
“Good. I don’t think I like this color. I’m not going to be able to see very much.”
“Do we need light?”
“Yes. Grab your phone?”
I grabbed my cell phone. Once I held the light shining directly between my legs and he could see what was happening, he pumped a few more times. He went slowly, checking in with me every few pumps. As my labia began to swell, I could feel a warmth spread inside me. It didn’t feel like anything I’ve felt before. It was warm, occasionally running to hot, but there is no direct stimulation on anything, so it’s all desire and no release. It’s also very mental.
He directed the light a bit lower and said,
“Oh yes, your lips are filling it totally full right now. They are pressing against the plastic and it looks like they’re nice and red.”
Oh, that grin on his face, the Sex Scientist in full discovery mode. It’s so hot. He released the base and pulled it off and looked at my lips without the cup. He touched them gently, enjoying the puffy red fullness. Once he knew it didn’t hurt, and he felt he had a good understanding for how much each pump would tighten on me, he was ready to really explore.
We moved the phone to the side of the couch so I didn’t have to hold it, but he could still use the light to get a good view, and he started playing with my lips again. He added lube and ran his fingers up and down my folds, massaging each layer. He started by holding my lips together and ran his fingers up and down the outside, massaging the muscles between my labia and my hip sockets. Then he worked his way into the next fold, between the inner and outer labia. Teasing my clit each time he reached the top and teasing my anus each time he went lower. Eventually he pushed a finger inside and made a very satisfied grunt.
“You’re very wet my dear.”
“Well, yeah, you do that to me you know.”
“Yes, I know.”
With that he pushed in a second finger and turned them up to reach my g-spot. He teased me that way for a few more minutes before stopping and going back to the pump. This time he separated my lips and placed the cup only over the inner labia, the cup just fit over my now exposed clit. He wondered out loud, if he would be able to get the suction to hold, as he pumped a few times. It did. I squirmed. He grinned. He leaned in close to see what it looked like. He loved seeing the blood rush to my lips and he closely inspected how they swelled and filled the cup. I started to feel a little discomfort, but it didn’t hurt, so when he asked, I just nodded, and he gave it a few more pumps. I put my hand up in a motion that maybe it was enough, but he laughingly did it a few more times before he stopped. I knew if I had said ‘stop’, he would. Likewise he knew if I didn’t say it, he could push my limits to see what happens.
He used the quick release valve, pulled the cup off, and immediately started to touch and tease my very swollen and sensitive clit. My hips bucked off the couch and from side to side, trying to avoid the touch. My clit is too sensitive on a good day; I prefer to be touched just above or below it. But today he was in the mood to really tease me, so he placed his forearm across my belly to hold me still, while he teased and tormented me by flicking his finger across my clit over and over until I was begging him. For what? I don’t know, I just wanted…
He pushed his fingers inside me again, which allowed me to relax my back and hips from the previous ‘torture.’ He added more lube, and this time with his finger inside me, placed the cup higher on my mound, covering all the inner lips and the clit at the top, but stopping right before his finger. Again, he wondered out loud if the suction would work. Again, it did. He kept his finger still while he pumped until he could see I was just a little uncomfortable, then he started pushing his finger in and out, in and out. He observed with his usual curiosity the way the blood rushed in each time and my sensitive folds filled the cup. He pulled his finger out, leaving me wanting more, (always wanting more) and pumped a few more times until I was so engorged, I could feel myself filling the cup and I started to lift my hips up in a futile attempt to relieve some of the pressure.
With that, he stopped and just watched.
He asked, “Can you take this?”
“I think so.”
I was uncomfortable, but not in pain, and it felt really hot. All the blood concentrating between my legs was creating a lazy pressure. I couldn’t relieve it because all the sensitive areas were under the cup, but my swollen clit and lips were prepared for more and I was starting to moan a little with the anticipation of eventual release. He continued to watch. Both the cup and how my body changed within the pink lens of the toy, and also my face, to see if I was enjoying the feeling and making sure the sensations didn’t pass to pain.
Between the discomfort and his watchful gaze, I wanted him to make me come so badly. Finally, when I didn’t think I could take it anymore, he released the valve. Immediately, he lubed up his fingers and placed two inside me, turning them up and making a strong come-hither motion with them, stimulating me, giving me what I had been waiting for. I watched between my legs as his face passed through the bright light of my cell phone and his lips gently flicked and tasted my swollen lips. He sucked on them, feeling their fatness in his mouth and making satisfying small moans. Oh wait, maybe that was me moaning.
He continued to minister to me with his mouth, while his fingers never stopped their motion stimulating my g-spot perfectly. It wasn’t long before my hips were bucking up to meet his mouth. I reached down to press his head closer to me, but he grabbed them with his other hand. He would have me coming and writhing on the couch in his own time, not mine. I managed to get one of my hands free from his grasp and pressed three fingers down onto my mound, just above my clit, lifting my hips to get that satisfying feeling between the pressure of my fingers and the lapping of his tongue. I could feel his tongue flick over the edge of my fingers as he licked and sucked at my wetness.
I was so close to coming. He deepened the pressure of his mouth and tongue, and I pressed harder with my fingers. Finally, I lifted my hips and cried out. The orgasm rolled over me from my toes to my head and then to my surprise started again. My legs were shaking around his head, as the feelings careened up and down my body. He didn’t stop even when I tried to push him away from my sensitive clit, and another orgasm rolled over me like a steam engine. I was making totally incoherent sounds, moans, cries and was thrashing around on the couch like a mad woman. When I finally stopped shaking and moaning, he looked up from between my legs. My juices were glistening on his beard, his eyes were still a bit wild with desire, and he flashed me that Sex Scientist grin.
“I think that worked.”
“You think?” I gasped. Every muscle in my body had felt that orgasm. I relaxed into the couch, my arms splayed out to my side, my legs lowered and relaxed. I was still breathing heavy when he sat up, wiped his face and said,
“Smoking? Before we start again?”
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