Pussy Pumping Experience Part One…

As I moved to open the door I could see that she had been crying and tears were still falling down her cheeks. This brought me back to reality as my breathing came back to something resembling normal.

She said, “I just can’t take it any longer Nancy!” as she cried walking into my lounge-room where just a few moments ago I was masturbating and squirting to porn videos. She continued, ‘He drinks too much and when he has his friends around he is just a dick to me. I despise men.”

Here I was still three quarters tanked from alcohol and rather than being the good neighbor her words were resonating with me, (she hates men), and any good thoughts turned to dirt as I imagined her licking my already raw cunt and what depraved things she could do with it.

He cries then became sobs as she collapsed onto me, her head buried into my shoulders. My night gown opened slightly and my breast was exposed and she nuzzled her head into my womanly bossom. I sat her down on the couch and whilst I sat down on the lounge feeling the moisture from where my pussy juices had soaked it just a few minutes earlier.

I said, “I know Amber. Trust me! I know! That is the reason I’m single. Men are extraordinary when you first meet them trying to impress them but when they think they have you they treat you like shit. That’s not for me!”

I lent forward and put my arm around her shoulders and pulled her near to me. I held her and cradled her between my tits as she cried. “There, there. It will be okay.” I consoled her. “You can stay here today until things chill a bit.” I said in a comforting voice.

Even though my devilish carnal desires had been aroused I felt sorry for her too. No one, man or lady, ought to feel like they’re not wanted in their own home.

Amber looked at me and asked sheepishly, “Would I be able to stay here this evening Nancy? If it is an inconvenience don’t worry but I have nowhere else to go!” she said with tears running down her face.

“Of course you can! Tomorrow when he calms down, then you can chat with him. If he is that tanked now, there will be no reasoning with him. Things will be fine in the morning. You’ll see!” I said consoling her. “Need a drink?!” I said as I got up. I could surely use one as I was starting to come down from my inebriated state.

I went to the bar and made both of us a stiff drink – and I mean a four finger one and sat down next to her. To my surprise she downed it like a trooper – and not one to be outdone skulled mine too.

Grabbing her glass and preparing the next round she said, “Nancy, did you spill something on the table and lounge? I’ll clean it up for you if you want. It’s the least I can do.’

For fucks sake I thought – as I took in the scene. The glass table was soaked, the lounge was soaked and as I looked down on the floor I could see the (rosebud) anal pump that I had left on the floor.

I quickly answered, “No, don’t worry. I knocked over a water container before.” Whilst the scent of female sex lingered in the air.

Her eyes had followed mine thought and as she took in the scene putting two and two together innocently she asked, “What’s that?” pointing at the pump.

I was embarrassed and did not know where to look thinking how am I going to explain this erotic story. Turning every shade of grey and walked to the kitchen to grab a towel and clean up my mess. She got up and followed me in and said, “Don’t worry. There is nothing to get embarrassed about it. I used to play with myself all the time before I met Justine. Tell you a secret I still do and sometimes it is better than his real thing. I am just curious as to what that thing is.”

She took the towel from my hands and began to clean up the cunt juice that was splashed all over the lounge and table. Just viewing Amber clean up my pussy juice made my swollen pussy throb and drool juices onto my inward thighs. As I remained there viewing her clean up my squirt juice, I viewed her immense tits swinging forward and backward, her rear end teasing me as she twisted around. I could feel my juices streaming down within my thighs again…

I said, “Amber that is an anal pump. Pussy pumps and anal pumps really get me off. I love the feeling of having an engorged vagina and rosebud. It turns me on so much. Really I am sorry you have walked in on such a scene but as you can imagine I wasn’t expecting anyone.’

She said, “Don’t worry. I already told you it is ok – if I was single and you came at this time the roles would quite probably be reversed. You have me curious though. I am no prude and play with sex toys and such but what the hell is a pussy pump and how does it work?”

“Thank Amber. I feel better that you understand.” I was still really horny, and I finished making Amber and I another stiff drink. Five fingers this time and as I returned could feel my swollen lips rubbing against my thighs, juices getting thicker and wetter as they spilled through my gash.

I was so horny and having Amber now sitting right in that wet spot on the lounge was not helping anything. Was she teasing me or just being nice as I handed the drink to her. This time she took three swigs before she had finished it all up. Me being a regular heavy drinker already had my head up with steam from the first one but downed the burning liquid in my throat and felt the warmth rise up from within me. I was almost all the way to be fully tanked again and my drunken nymphomaniac tendencies were coming to the front.

Her areolas could be seen through her cotton top and I wanted to suck them so terribly. I wanted to suck her nipples and have her taste my sex juices. As moved towards the lounge I let my robe open from the sides exposing my thighs, just shy of where my bald pussy and swollen pussy lips were. I wanted to open it right up but was worried this was taking it too far when like a gift from the heavens she asked, ‘You were using the pussy pump before. What does it do?

I said, “Yes Amber, I have been having a marathon sex session this evening with myself and have been using both the pussy and anal pump. Would you like me to show you what it does?”

All hint of her distress had disappeared, and her facial expression looked like a naughty child caught with their hand in the candy jar, but still willing to take the consequences of taking those lollies out.

To my delight she said, “Amber, not only would I like you to show me what it did, I would love for you to show me what it does.”

A huge smile came across my face as I began to remove the belt from my robe….

Continued Part Four…..