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Is hypersexual or hypersexualized even real words?
Wouldn’t I just be called a whore, a slut, an easy cunt, or just free use?
I have been called easy before. I slept with other girls’ boyfriends. Often. I dress sexy, slutty, and like I don’t care what anyone thinks of me. I have nearly fucked all the fuck-able guys and a few girls in my town. The ones I have slept with have also bragged about it to all the other guys. Those who I would not fuck.
So, every month. The numbers go down. More and more.
The last 4 months. I hit a dry spell. No men. No women. It’s been just me and my toys.
My name is Steph. I am a knockout and I love sex. Anonymous, random, booty calls, threesomes, gang bangs, orgies, parties, bondage, and all the crazier stuff. But I also like a good one on one. I prefer men. But girls can sometimes fill in when no men are around.
I would like to say my attire is embarrassing. Short skirts, short tight dresses, always tight shirts, see through, and some have terrible words printed across my tits. I’m only 19 years old for a short time. But I also plan to be the same way when I am 20, 21, 22… I think you get it.
My toys are also a bit embarrassing. The collection keeps growing and growing. I rarely throw anything away. But after a few uses. I get bored.
I would compare it to extreme sports. You always need a bigger high, a bigger jump, a bigger attempt. Sometimes you crash. Sometimes you get hurt. Sometimes. You need to take some time to figure out the next big thing.
Well, I fucked up. I caused myself a problem.
I ordered several new toys during my week. Working part time is necessary so I could make a bit of money even thought my parents give me a huge weekly allowance. But also, for social reasons. To get out there, show off, and meet knew people.
The toys arrived on Wednesday. I worked that day and Thursday. So, the first day I could use them is Friday. I hate waiting.
Thursday went slower than normal. The store closed up and I went home. Much more tired than normal. Maybe it was because it was getting colder outside. Fall was nearly here. I feel like I sleep more, wear thick sweatpants and shirts in Fall, and just sit inside. Boredom usually sets in, and my toys will get much more use.
A set of nipple clamps, a new gag, and for the first time ever. A pussy pump. This was what I was most excited about. I had women and men suck on my clit and lips. Hard sucking makes them swell a bit. Nibbling is even okay.
But I was at a party where a woman was using this same type of pump. It has a set of several cups. They are plastic and form a good seal around your lips and vagina. You then squeeze the pump, and it pulls out all the air. Her pussy was a bit red and swollen. She “ooh’d and awed” the people with the description of the feeling. “Pins and needles. Extreme sensitivity.” And so on.
I had forgotten about the woman and the pump until a recent porn video reminded me.
Thursday night. I got home late. I was tired but I wanted to try it. The box seemed too large for the small pump I ordered. And much heavier.
I opened it up and found an electric contraption, a bunch of cups in various sizes, and a bunch of tubes. The box was plain brown. No directions. No pictures. Just the items. I tried to google the product, search for the provided model number and such. Nope. Nothing.
I set everything up and flicked a few switches. The pump was not audible. No buzzing. No humming. But you could feel the air being drawn out. My pussy tingled. It took time but the machine shut off. I could feel no more air being drawn out.
There were 5 gauges, multiple switches, and no damn manual.
It was not easy laying back and waiting. This thing ran much slower than I expected.
For a few nights I tried different settings, changing which switches were set to the up, middle or down setting. After a few days. I think I had the thing set up correctly. I was confident. That may have been my downfall.
Friday night came again. I had plans. A party for a friend of a friend. She was getting married. Lots of women would be there. It wasn’t a real bachelorette party. But just a get together with a bunch of women at a bar. I went. I had fun. I drank too much. One of the women asked who I was and if I was going to the wedding on Saturday afternoon. I advised I was not invited. But we had danced, laughed, made out, and had gotten along great. She asked me to be her date before she ate me out.
Lesbians can be good. Or bad at eating pussy. Mandy was great at it. She was not a typical lesbian you could pick out of a police lineup with shaved heads, lip piercings, and bitchy attitude. She looked like a normal, hot, skinny, woman. A bit like me but I had a much more “I fuck” kinda look and attitude. She was a lot more… wholesome. The girl next door.
I agreed. I like weddings. Lots of love, alcohol, and men to hook up with. Mandy or Amanda was a friend of the brides from out of town. She had a “plus 1” on her Bayan Escort invitation and she had no one to bring. She hoped I would help her out. Then she ate me out…
At 4 am the party ended, and Mandy had to head back to sleep. I agreed and went home.
I picked out my dress, prepared my hair, and shaved my legs. Well pussy and ass too.
I also saw my pump was still sitting out. I am not sure if it was the pussy eating that still had me horny, the alcohol that said, “Do it” or what it was.
I set the device up in my bedroom, I grabbed the biggest cup. It was the same size all around. Just much deeper. I turned it on, made a seal, and laid back. I reached for my sleeping pills and took two. One was normal.
That was the worst thing I could have done. The feeling was nice, relaxing, and I expected it would shut off like all the other times.
That was a big NOPE!
If I had got home at 4:30 am, I would have set it up and been asleep by 5:00 am. Then that meant it had been running nonstop for 12 hours. I had only previously used it for 30 minutes. I woke up to the oddest feeling. My pussy was on fire. Not burning but aching, throbbing, and not normal. Did Mandy’s mouth give me an STD?
I reached around and felt the pump was still attached, the cup was sealed, and I was groggy from the alcohol and sleeping pills.
I sat up. Looking down. My brain is trying to process what was going on. Seeing and feeling. I slept with my legs open. Like a dead frog on its back. My legs were spread, my pussy exposed, and the cup was full. The sealed pussy cup. The largest one. It was full.
But what was I looking at?
The largest cup was full of pink, soft, and pale flesh.
NO!
I smacked the machine. It unplugged from the wall and fell to the ground. But the cup remained seated. Not moving. I heard a slow hissing sound from one of the tubes. A light pressure was being removed from my pussy.
“Oh, thank God. The air will return, my pussy will shrink. This is just temporary.” Steph thought.
Then the hissing air stopped. It had only been 4 or 5 seconds. I pulled on the cup. I closed my eyes. I was too afraid to look. The seal popped off. I slowly opened my eyes.
What I saw was tough to describe. My soft, pink, and perfect pussy. It had a hint of my clit hood sticking out. My lips were perfect. They closed nicely and touched. It was the best. It looked like perfection.
But now. It was overly inflated, engorged, and what was it? It was a cross between 6 pink balloons full of air, with flaps of bright pink lunch meat, and shaped like a pink armadillo or football with wings. My fingers probed the folds, the swollen balloon lips, and things I didn’t even know what they were.
Turns out my lips had all been engorged and inflated. Until they maxed out the cup. My outer lips were huge. The biggest of all. Then the inner lips. Also swollen. But they were thinner skin. Like seeing through pink balloon latex. My clitoral hood. The little piece of skin that was so tough and covered my clit.
It was swollen. It was three inches wide. An inch thick. Then my clit. It was so big it could not be hidden by even the swollen hood. It stuck out. An inch long? Half an inch thick? It looked like my thumb or a big pink school eraser.
I softly touched it all, squeezed it all, and thought about what I was going to do.
The wedding was in two hours. Shit. Shit. Shit.
I grabbed a cold ice pack. Nope. Too sensitive. It felt unbearable. I tried gently squeezing my lips with my fingers and my hands. Perhaps I could press the extra fluid, I was guessing was blood out and I would go back to normal.
Nope. A gentle squeeze had terrible effects. It felt like my eyeballs would pop out of my head. And it felt like I would orgasm instantly.
Fuck. This was a real problem. I called Sarah. Friend to the end. Best friend. Occasional make out partner and sex partner. If we were both bored, horny, and alone.
I didn’t explain the circumstances but told her to come over right now. Without any questions she hung up. Likely on her way.
I took a shower and “The thing was wobbling, heavy, and in the way. Good thing I shaved it the night before”, and then Sarah was there.
I had not planned it. My foot was on the edge of the tub. Shaving my ankles and what not. My towel was under my armpits, covering my tits, and it opened slightly. Just enough to see my hanging, swollen, engorged, and WTF looking vagina.
I saw Sarah was frozen in her tracks. Her eyes locked on my engorged pussy. The part in the towel let her see my problem.
“Okay. Is it really that big of a deal?” I stated and then explained how it occurred.
Sarah was walking around with the pump, tubes, and cup in her hands. “No manual? No instructions? What do these switches and gauges mean?” Sarah asked.
“That’s not the problem. I have to get dressed for a wedding!” I explained with frustration.
“Wear a long dress, no panties. Easy peasy.” Escort Sarah stated without looking up.
I dropped the towel to the ground. I tried to walk around. My knees pointed outwards, my thighs could not touch, and I looked weird. Like I had huge 20lb balls and I could not close my legs.
“20lb pussy is more like it.” Sarah stated while smiling.
“Dancing, walking, and even standing. Are out of the question.” I explained.
“Well, you will be doing all of that. Or your date will be pissed off.” Sarah laughed.
I tried to practice walking as I looked at the clock. I had 30 minutes until I had to leave. My swollen lips were so sensitive I nearly orgasmed just from my smooth thighs rubbing against the extremely sensitive skin.
The huge pussy hung down. I could feel its weight. Not 20lbs. but 5 or 6lbs of fluid?
Looking at it as I stood still. It felt like it was stretching my abs, my waist, and all the skin felt like it was being pulled down.
“Will this be permanent? Will my perfect pussy never return?” I asked Sarah.
“I was always jealous of you. So picturesque. All nice, neat, trimmed, and tucked. Only a hint of your clit stood out. Now. I’m not so sure. Is this permanent? I doubt it. But when all the fluid does leave. How many days later? Will the skin also retract and shrink? I think it may be like when a fat lady gets liposuction. The skin remains. Loose, floppy, and stretched.” Sarah explained honestly.
If I had not just spent an hour getting my make up perfect. I would have cried.
I could not attend the wedding.
I picked up my phone and called Mandy.
It did not go well. She had told everyone that would listen, and a few that would not. She had hooked up with a gorgeous woman, they would be together, and her date was “hot.” I was required to attend. No backing out.
Sarah and I dug through my closet. We found the loosest waist dress, long enough to hide the pink football now stuck to my pussy, which is my pussy. And it looked fine. I would have to walk slowly. Carefully. No dancing, no jumping, and no standing around. I would need to sit 99% of the time.
“Have fun driving!” Sarah giggled.
“Oh, double shits.” Steph stated. Thinking about the jiggling car movements, vibrations, and the feeling.
I was finally ready. As ready as I would be. I took a small baggie and put it in my left cup. Three edible THC gummies. I was way more nervous than any time I could remember previously.
The driving? Tough. I felt like I was driving a giant vibrator the whole time. Parking and walking. Tough.
I had to squish my thighs together. I had picked a loose flowing dress on purpose. The theory was “Why am I waddling? Walking odd and slow?” Thank God there was no bulging.
I made it to the ceremony and sat with Mandy. No family. Just friends seated around us.
Then the wedding party afterwards. We had to drive to another location. I chose to drive separately. Mandy gave me a sideways look. “Did she think I wanted to have my own car so I could bail at any time?”
The wedding reception was at a farm with a wine cellar. We had to walk upstairs, across grass, and then to a large barn or building. I made sure to take the THC and drink way too much wine. Intentionally. Thinking I would appear drunk, and no one would be wiser.
It took a while to loosen up. But I danced a bit. Still blaming the dress. Halfway through the night Mandy pulled me behind the building. Kissing and running her hands all over me. Without me knowing she unzipped the dress, and her hand shot for my pussy.
She pulled her lips from mine and her eyes shot open. “Well, this is different. What did you do?” Mandy asked and giggled.
“Oh. A huge accident. You wouldn’t even believe me…” My voice trailed off as Mandy’s soft hands caressed the engorged pussy.
My mind went blank. Her soft hands felt amazing. A scratchy finger entered a fold, and my leg twitched. “MMMMM” was all I could muster.
Mandy saw a few people walking past. 20 or so yards away. I was pinned against the wall, Mandy’s hand up my dress, my head arched back. Banging on the wall. If they had looked. They would have laughed.
“I have never seen such a thing. Is this like your fetish? Is this permanent or will it wear off?” Mandy asked giggling and stroking my engorged pussy.
“No. First or second time I had done it. I fell asleep. It kept pumping. God, I hope it’s not permanent!” I tried explaining as Mandy now found my clit.
“Fuck. It’s huge too!” Mandy stated a little too loudly.
Another woman rounded the corner.
“You two are having fun.” She stated.
“Trish. Come check out this slut. She pumped up her pussy! It’s huge!” Mandy stated. Calling out to another woman.
Mandy had my clit in her fingers. She pulled on it, rolled it, and held it firmly. I could have orgasmed a thousand times right there and then pissed myself. It was that intense.
“Woah. That is unreal. But it is real right?” Ankara Eskort Trish asked as she too began stroking my engorged lips.
“Please. Please. I’m so close!” I begged.
“Go ahead. Lets see what happens.” Mandy stated giggling.
Somehow Trish’s long fingers found the opening to my pussy, and she slid a finger inside. I moaned, leaned forward, and placed my head on Mandy’s shoulder. A few seconds of Trish rubbing my G-spot and I orgasmed.
I was breathing hard. Seeing starts. Trish knelt down next to me. Her head at my waist. She took a few selfies with her cell phone. “Don’t worry. No face in the picture slut. Just this football sized cunt!” Trish advised.
“Ooh. Good idea. I doubt I will ever see this again.” Mandy stated. Both of them now kneeling next to me, my legs spread just wide enough for the pink swollen lips to hang. God, they felt heavy.
Mandy then licked here and there. I moaned and moaned. I grabbed her head, and she pushed my hands away.
“Just think if we made this slut ride our leg, our thigh. Or even my cowgirl boots? They are leather and have studs and raised stitching!” Mandy told Trish.
“No. No. Please. That sounds like torture.” I begged.
“Then yeah. First you then me. Those look sensitive.” Trish stated as she caressed my swollen lips.
Neither woman tried to zip down or pull my dress back down. They each took a hand and drug me to my car.
“We both got rides here. Let’s go to my place. Drive slut!” Mandy stated.
Unlike the ride here. My pussy was now exposed. My dress pulled up to my waist. It was a bit more comfortable. I sat with my legs open wide.
“Ooh. Drinks first!” Trish yelled and pointed to Starbucks.
I groaned and Mandy stated, “Drive through!”
My low sitting Lexus would be a problem. The person who would hand us the coffee. They could see everything. They would be so confused. Maybe they would think it was a prank?
We all ordered drinks, and I put my little purse on my lap. Trying to hide everything. Mandy giggled and whispered, “Oh no you don’t!” while she pulled my purse away. I groaned again.
I pulled up to the window. As anxious as a person could be. I thought I would puke and pee right there. And then I saw the woman working the window. 60 or more years old, grey hair, and short arms. She leaned her whole body out the window to hand you drinks.
As soon as I stopped, I felt her eyes. Staring. Taking it all in. Mandy and Trish were giggling like crazy.
The large pink football sized engorged pussy in sight.
“Oh deary. You girls and your fetishes. We never did this kind of stuff in the olden days.” She murmured.
I was doing my best not to cry. I paid with a card and waited for the drinks. The woman returned a bit later and handed me the drinks.
“Good luck with that sweety.” The old woman smiled as I drove out.
“I could die. Right now. I could die. That old lady. She felt pity for me!” I nearly yelled.
“Okay. Okay. Pull over. I will drive. You can sit in back.” Trish stated.
I took a deep breath. Thinking this would be easier. I had not seen Trish and Mandy smirking at each other.
Now in the back I could sit in the middle seat. My legs spread wide. The pink engorged football resting on the seat.
“You know. My bro is working nearby. One last flash and then home!” Trish stated as she made a detour.
“OH shit. Come on? Am I not embarrassed enough?” I yelled.
After 5 minutes we pulled into a strip mall. He worked at an oil change shop. Like Jiffy Lube or something. She called ahead to tell him she brought him a surprise. I bet he thought it was lunch or a drink. Not a chick with a pumped-up pussy.
“Get on your hands and knees. Bend over. When he gets here. Pull up your dress, spread your legs, and twerk!” Trish commanded.
Is it possible to get even more embarrassed? Because this was the lowest of the low. Trish parked and stood next to my rear door. Mandy stayed seated in the passenger seat. Her phone was recording my face. I was red with impending embarrassment.
“Hey little brother. I got this for you!” Trish stated from outside.
“Now.” Trish commanded.
I know I can dance. I now I can shake my ass. Twerking wasn’t difficult. It was easy and fun. But with an extra 5 pound of pussy lips. It was incredibly painful and sensitive. I could feel their eyes. The fat lips slapping my thighs back and forth. Up and down.
“Jesus Christ. Is that real? What happened? Did she get stung by bees?” The unseen man asked.
“No. The fetish slut pumped it up with a vacuum sex toy. She loves being humiliated. She can barely walk.” Trish explained laughing.
“Damn. That’s nuts.” The boy stated as I looked back over my shoulder to see Trish and her brother taking pictures and video of my twerking fat pussy.
I wanted to hang my head in shame. But Mandy kept her camera trained on my face. She didn’t want to miss a second of my disgrace.
After what felt like an hour. I stopped.
“Go get in the seat. She owes you a BJ.” Trish instructed.
I heard the pitter patter of the boys’ feet. The door opened, he slid in and undid his pants. He fished out a pretty good-sized dick. I didn’t look up or even fight it. I had been horny the whole time.
