As a Xmas present I asked my lover for a pussy pump that I had seen in an online shop and had read only positive evaluations about. I vaguely had an idea what to expect from this toy, but I wouldn't have dreamt of its powerful modification of my sex. I should have known my lover much better back then, but again he surprised me with an extra treat I didn't expect, but enjoyed to the max.

For a couple of times we had watched movies where the girls pumped their pussys to incredible proportions, both of us were fascinated by the way these pussies looked, swollen, meaty, juicy flaps of cunt meat. I could imagine how sensitive the pussies became, and the girls' reaction to even light touches proved it (although you never know if it is for real or only part of the stunt). My man confirmed my own view when he wispered into my ears that he loved his pussy massive and meaty and sometimes would like mine as his toy to play with at his heart's content. The imagination alone, to have one big and extremely sensitive pussy myself made me shudder - I only hoped it regressed to its original size, otherwise I was afraid I could never wear my bikini again.

At Xmas eve, naïve as I am, I wondered why a simple pussy pump needed such a large wrapping, but gave it no further thoughts, since Xmas being a family thing didn't appear to be a good occasion to unwrap my gift in front of the kids. It simply had to wait for a couple of days and nights. As it became apparent, I had to wait for a full week until New Year's holidays. Those 4 days and nights from Dec. 30th  till Jan. 3rd are like a precious treasure for the both of us, if at all possible we don't work and send our kids away to meet their friends, to savor some private time as a couple.

Imagine my voicelessness when I discovered the true content of my Xmas present: not only did it contain the object of my desires, my crazed lover couldn't stop there and purchased the complete set. Next to the pussy pump there was a clit pump (ouch!), at the bottom of my package I found two breast pumps completed by two more cylinders which appeared to be nipple pumps (double ouch!). Needlessly to add, the set included a compressor to take the pressure off our hands and fingers. However, the most shocking item came last: a cock pump - my imagination went overdrive this very moment (a pumped cock inside my pumped cunt, mmmmh...). I couldn't and wouldn't wait any longer.

After fidgeting for some time until we understood how to operate the compressor, I got my wish granted and for the first of many times experienced my pussy pumped and pumped. I didn't expect the pumping alone to be so delightful, I could feel my pussy tingling and prickling, within a couple of minutes I felt it becoming sensitive as if I had been fucked for long lasting hours, only without the painful side effects of feeling raw and vulnerable. Above the increasing sensitivity, I felt my cunt gushing without end with the juices having to go nowhere.

I was hot and ready, even sucking his cock didn't help anymore, I needed fingers, a tongue and a cock at my cunt. I didn't care that my pussy didn't look distended like in the movies (today after having used the pump regularly, it only takes three or four sessions in a row to change my cunt into an obscene juicy mess of cunt meat, and we learned that it only takes a couple of days to become the innocent looking pussy again - good to know if you use it on tropical islands). Before my lover tried to touch my/our new toy, he nipped at the cylinder which was filled to the brim with my juices. Although a connoiseur of bodily fluids he was considerate enough to share them with me. At least our thirst has been quenched for the moment, but my hunger for fingers, tongue and cock still increased with every single minute.

When I touched my pumped labias for the first time, it felt as if an electric shock has been send from my fingers through my cunt. Once again, I experienced this magic mixture of pain and pleasure I learned to love, next to this shock it seemed as if a single touch could make me climax on the spot. Like in a stupor my lover watched my/our new toy with fascination, before he started to take over and play with it. Since he had observed my first reaction, he tried a different approach: he used his tongue. Heaven! I received the tonguing of my life, there was not a single spot that wasn't indulged, I climbed step after step towards a big one, each single step a little climax itself, until I reached my goal and shuddered and pumped for many minutes, a big one which left me completely drained for a long time. At least I provided my lover with his special drink...

Having 'tasted blood', I wanted more of the same. We repeated the whole pussy pumping process one more time that night and I got to be pleasured with his cock this time. It felt divine for both, for me because of my pussy's multiplied sensitivity, and for him because my pussy would feel like a padded glove encasing his cock. When he slurped up our mixed juices out of my bloated cunt, he told me it looked as if by pumping up my pussy we would be able to try something we dreamt of for a long time: fucking me with a hand, at least my own hand might fit in, since the pumping seems to increase the flexibilty of my pussy. Should my dream finally come true?

Over the course of the following nights we tried some more pumping, not only did I pump up my pussy again, but we tried his cock pump which didn't actually work as promised. Later we learned that our eagerness for a bloated cock wouldn't work from the beginning. After some further attempts and a couple of months later we were rewarded with the meeting of a bloated cunt and a bloated cock which was worth the waiting.

We didn't use the clit pump and the nipple pumps yet, but we tried the huge glas cylinders to pump up my breasts. In the heat of the night we didn't start at the bottom so to speak. Before he put the pump over my breasts, he stretched some elastic bands around the base of both breasts to turn them into sensitive balloons. Next came a couple of devious clamps for my nipples - he really wanted to make the most of it, and I loved it. The cylinders in place, he started the compressor and tried to find the appropriate pressure for me and for his viewing pleasure. Whew, what a strange and appealing feeling at the same time, as if thousands of hands caressed my boobs. It made me squirm and frig my cunt like crazy, until he put my pussy pump to good use.

Since the pressure we used to pump up my breasts was much higher than the pressure we had used for my pussy, I at once found out that we should not have been as reluctant. The high pressure on my pussy was overwhelming, actually I orgasmed time and again until I feared I got crazy from too much agony and ecstasy. His cock deep in my mouth didn't help a bit to calm me down, I think I sucked him dry not only once without realizing it.

I admit, I am the happiest woman in the world to be in my lover's care. When he thought I had enough stimulation, he stopped the process, disentangled my sex organs from the apparatus, took me in his arms and let me calm down step by step until he knew I was my old self again and ready for some more conventional games. And play we did. For hours every single touch of my breasts or cunt made me shudder and have one more little climax. Not the altruistic man as he usually is, he took advantage of my highly sexed state and used and abused me for his pleasure until we finally collapsed in a heap and fell asleep for over 12 hours non stop.

Since this has only been our first adventure with our new found pleasure toys, it didn't stop there. However this will have to wait for one of our next entries.