Business of Panties

“Hello, Sarah.”

“Hello. Who is this?” I didn’t recognize the male voice.

“My name is Richard. I’m going to make you rich.”

“Oh?” I did kind of like the sound of that.

“Yes, Sarah, quite wealthy. I’ll call you back soon with all the details. Goodbye, Sarah.” With that he hung up.

The call bugged me for days. I wondered how he got my private unlisted number. I wondered what he was talking about with this ‘rich’ business.

He called back a week later.

“Hello, Sarah.”

“Hello, Richard. I recognize your voice now.”

“You can call me Rich if you like. And soon they’ll be calling you rich, Sarah.” He laughed, rather delightfully.

“So what’s up, Rich? Tell me what this is about.”

“Go look in your mail box, Sarah. I’ll call you back soon.” He hung up.

I knew the mailman hadn’t come yet but I ran out to the box anyway. Inside was a large brown envelope with my name printed on it. I opened it. Ten brand new crisp one hundred dollar bills. One thousand dollars. Wow!

He called back the next day.

“Hello, Sarah. How are you?”

“I’m rich, Rich.” I laughed. “Thank you for the money. But what do I have to do in return? Who do I have to kill?” I joked.

“No killing. You don’t have to do much. Just shop. Do you like to shop, Sarah?” “Well…yeah. Of course I do. What should I shop for?”

“Buy some pretty panties.”

“Uh…oh.” This sounded like it was going to get a little too weird but I decided to play along. Richard had a nice voice. I just hoped he wasn’t some wacko. “I…uh…I guess I could do that.”

“Good, Sarah, very good.” He hung up.

The next day he called again.

“Hello, Sarah. Did you buy the pretty panties?”

“Yes, Richard, I did. You name it, I bought it. Fruit of the Loom Fit for Me. I got white and red in each style—briefs, hi-cut, and bikini. Hipster Body by Victoria seamless stretch panties. Imported Tactel microdenier nylon/Lycra spandex. I got three colors—teal, muslim, and glacial blue. Oh, and I bought some Esprit Hawaiiana boy shorts. Every color they had. And I even have half the money left.”

“Good, Sarah, very good. Look in your mail box. If you like what you see, please wear your new pretty panties.” He hung up.

I ran out to the mail box. Another thousand bucks. Wow!

He called back the next day.

“Hello, Sarah. Are you wearing your pretty panties?”

“Yes, Richard, I am.”

“I would like you to masturbate in your panties, Sarah. Then go to the mail box and take what’s in the envelope and put your panties in the envelope.” He hung up before I could reply.

I ran out to the mail box and got the big brown envelope. This time there were twenty one hundred dollar bills. Oh my, this was getting even stranger. But in a way it kind of turned me on. Two thousand dollars for my cummed in panties. I got out my vibrator. But I didn’t put the envelope back in the mail box until that evening, long after the mail man had made his deliveries. 

I looked out my bedroom for hours, watching the mail box. But I fell asleep. The next morning I ran out to the box as soon as I woke up. The envelope was gone.

He called again that afternoon.

“Hello, Sarah. Thank you for the panties. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate this.” 

“Uh…you’re welcome, Richard.” I didn’t know what else to say.

“Sarah, I want to watch you masturbate in your pretty panties.”

“Uh…I don’t know about that, Richard. This is getting a little too crazy for me.”

“Please, Sarah? All youhave to do is pop a tape in and press record.”

“No, Richard, that’s out of the question. I could turn up on the internet and who knows where else. I don’t know you.”

“Would you meet me then, Sarah, so we can discuss this? In a very public place where you’ll feel totally safe. I’m a very nice person. You’ll like me. I’m sure of it. And I’ll make it more than worth your while.”

I’m not exactly sure why I said yes. His voice sounded so sincere. “Okay, Richard. I’ll meet you tomorrow. About two in the afternoon. At the zoo. By the elephants.”

“That would be great!”

“How will I recognize you, Richard?”

“I’ll be the guy with the Red Sox cap. In the wheelchair.”

“Wheelchair?”

“Yes. Unfortunately, my primary mode of transportation.” He hung up.

Richard got there first. I spotted him immediately.

“Hello, Sarah.”

“Hello, Richard.” I offered my hand. He took it the way a gentleman does, with his fingers.

“I’m sorry I can’t stand up to greet you, Sarah.”

“Yes, so I am, Richard.” I took an immediate liking to this guy. Good looking. I would even describe him as cute. Curly black hair and a rather bushy moustache. These incredible green eyes. But I couldn’t tell how tall he was.

“I know where you work, Sarah. I work across the street. I’m an attorney with the Davison firm. I get there early and leave late so you probably never saw me. But I see you going in and out from my window which faces the entrance of your building. Sarah, you an extraordinarily beautiful young woman.”

“Thank you, Richard.” I think I blushed.

“Your long, lovely legs are exquisite, Sarah. Oh my God! That pink miniskirt!”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “I get a lot of compliments on that miniskirt. You wouldn’t believe how I happened to acquire it.”

“I’d love to hear about it, Sarah.”

“We’ll see, Richard.” I certainly did not know him well enough yet to tell him that my girlfriend, Jenny, gave me the miniskirt and matching vest for helping her hook up with a convict.

“I’ll save you the consternation over asking, Sarah. I’m a paraplegic. Auto accident. I received over a million dollars in the settlement which I have invested wisely. That and I earn plenty as a lawyer. Not much to spend my money on. My only living relative is my mother and she is in a nursing home.”

“I’m so sorry, Richard. I’ve had several tragedies in my life, too. You just have to deal with it.”

“Yes, deal with it. I have to deal with the fact that I am unable to have any sort of sexual response. With my penis. It just doesn’t work. Never will, according to all the doctors.”

“I’m so sorry, Richard.”

“But I do have erotic thoughts, Sarah. Fantasies. That’s about all I do have.”

“Nothing wrong with that, Richard. I have a few myself.”

“I’ll just be blunt and come to the point, Sarah. From the moment I saw you in that pink miniskirt I wanted to see what was under it. Call it an extreme obsession, I guess.”

“Richard, I like you already. Just like you said I would. I think we can be friends. You seem totally honest and sincere. I’ll indulge your fantasy. I’ll let you watch me masturbate. And then you can have the panties.” I laughed gaily. “Good thing I wore them today. Sometimes I don’t.”

“Sarah, I can’t tell you how much this means to me. You are such a sweetheart. Thank you so much.”

“You’re welcome, Richard. Your place?”

“Yes. I drive. Hand controls. Please follow my van with your car.”

* * *

“Nice place, Richard!” 

“Thank you, Sarah.”

“Would you like a glass of wine or something. To help you relax. Get in the mood.”

“No thanks, I’m fine, Richard. I’m already in the mood. The thought of what I’m about to do is rather…uh…stimulating. Weird, but stimulating. I can’t wait to use my fingers. I was ready back there at the zoo. Bet your glad I had the willpower not to do myself in the car and wait until I got here.” I laughed.

“Yes, I am very, very glad, Sarah.”

I started with my blouse. Then the bra.

“You have incredible breasts, Sarah!”

“Would you like to touch them, Richard?”

“Yes, I would, Sarah, very much.”

He fondled them gently and became fascinated by the tips of my nipples as they got erect.

“You can kiss them, Richard. Lick them. Whatever you wish. Breastfeed if you like.” I giggled.

“Thank you, Sarah.”

After about five minutes of that I pulled away. “I’m hot, Richard. I’m ready.”

“You are way beyond hot, Sarah. You are so beautiful.”

I slipped off the skirt, stockings, and shoes. Only my panties remained. I pulled them down far enough that he could see my pussy.

“Lovely, Sarah, just lovely. Your little patch of hair down there is so red. Like that on your pretty head. Would you like to sit down while you do it.”

“No, Richard, standing is fine. You’ll be able to see better.”

I spread my legs and bent my knees slightly and began.

“Would you like me to tell you how much I want to make love to you, Sarah? If only I could?”

“Yes, please do, Richard. Please make it romantic. Not just sex.” He did make it romantic. Very romantic. Stimulating even.

Rolling, rolling, rolling. I placed my thumb and forefinger of my right hand around my clit and started off with a slow gentle roll and then gradually picked up the pace. Then when I got really hot from this and Richard’s story I inserted the index and middle fingers of my left hand in my pussy and began to thrust, simulating intercourse.

“Sarah, do you think…uh…you could make believe that…it’s…uh…me…uh…”

“Oh, Richard,” I moaned, “you are inside me now, my lover. We are going to cum together…ohh…ahh. Yes, Richard, like that. I’m…uh…ohh…ahh…so close. Yes! Yes! Cum, Richard, cum now! Yes! Yes! Oh, yes!” I squeezed my thighs together tightly with my fingers still inside me as I experienced a great orgasm. When I came I made sure I got as much juice in the panties as possible. Then I pulled them all the way off. “Here you go, Richard.”

“Thank you so much, Sarah. You have made my dreams come true.”

“My pleasure, Richard. My pleasure, indeed.” We both laughed. “You know, Richard, I think I could come again. In fact, I’m sure of it. Would you like to…uh…uh…”

“Perform cunnilingus?”

“Well, that’s not what I had been thinking about. But now that you mention it, would you like to, Richard?”

“I’d love to, Sarah. More than you can possibly imagine. I have performed cunnilingus. But not for years. Not since the accident. I was engaged at the time but she broke it off. I don’t really blame her. She wanted a family. Unfortunately, I could not accommodate her. I hope I remember how to do it.”

“I’m sure you will, Richard. If not, I’ll help you.” I giggled. “Now, how do you want to do this?”

“My wheelchair goes up and down. Please come over here, Sarah.” I did. “Sarah, would you mind if I kissed you first?”

“No, of course not, Richard. Can I sit on your lap? Would that hurt you or be uncomfortable?”

“No, not at all, Sarah.”

I sat in his lap and we kissed. Good kisser. Then he began to tickle my ear with his tongue and nibble my neck. Geez! He was driving me crazy. My hand fell to my lap and I began to finger myself again.

“No, Sarah, let me, please.”

I did let him. I stood again. He adjusted his wheelchair to just the right position.

“Come close, Sarah.”

I did. He put his tongue inside me. No, Richard hadn’t forgotten. He knew exactly what to do. But he paused momentarily just as I was getting close.

“Sarah?”

“What, Richard? Please don’t stop. You have me on the edge. Real close.”

“Would you talk dirty? Not like before. Real dirty. Would you say ‘fuck me, Richard’ and stuff like that?”

“Uh…I don’t know, Richard. I don’t like to use that word.”

“Please?”

“Oh, okay. But remember this is the exception to the rule. That word is not in my vocabulary. Unladylike.” I would have said anything to get him to put his tongue back inside me.

“And you are quite the lady. A beautiful, extraordinary, sensual, sexy…”

“Okay, Richard, okay. Fuck me, Richard!” He began to eat me again. Really good. But then he stopped.

“Sarah, do you mind if I turn on my camcorder?” 

“Oh go ahead. Promise this is just for your own personal use?” 

Richard nodded. At this point the only thing I cared about was having his tongue back inside me. He turned on the camera. And he went back to giving me a magnificent moustache ride.

“Fuck me, Richard! Give it to me! I want your big cock. Hard, honey! Yes, like that, Richard. Oh, Richard. Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Oh…fuck…ahh…fuck…fuck, fuck, fuck. Fuck!” And then I lost it. Richard held my clit with his lips as I quivered and shivered spasmodically. Finally I had to pull his head away. He didn’t seem to want to let go.

“That was simply glorious, Sarah.”

“Yes, it sure was!” I agreed.

“Do you think we could do that again, Sarah? Do you think you can cum again?”

I nodded. “Guess what, Richard.”

“What, Sarah?”

“I can squirt.”

“Squirt?”

“Yes, I’ll show you. You’ll have to stimulate my G-spot. I’ll teach you. It’s best to do it just after I’ve had a clitoral orgasm. My G-spot is easier to find then. Like now.”

“I’d love to help you squirt, Sarah.”

“Well, let’s get started! I explained “everything you need to know about the G-spot” to Richard. He learned the lesson very, very well.

He read the expression on my face. “You really like this, don’t you, Sarah. You love it. You’re going to squirt soon, baby. C’mon, squirt. Squirt, squirt, squirt!”

“Ahh, Richard. This is good. This is good. It’s going to happen real soon here. I can tell. I feel like I have to pee. But it’s not urine. It’s a different kind of joy juice.”

“Sarah, would you do me one more little favor?”

“What, Richard?”

“I have fresh panties. Brand new. Would you squirt in the panties? And in my face?”

“Okay, why not. I’ve done just about everything else. Where are they?” He told me. I ran and fetched the black and red panties and put them on.

“Do my G-spot just a little more, Richard. Then I’m sure I’ll squirt.” He put his hands inside the panties.

“Oh yes, Richard! Yes! Fuck me, Richard!” He didn’t have to ask me to use that word again.

“Oh, you like that, do you?”

“Fuck me! Oh yes, Richard! Now…now…I’m…uh…fuck…fuck…fuck…”

I gushed on his hand inside me. And then I removed his hand and slipped the panties down slightly. “Again…fuck…again…fuck…fuck…oh yeah…oh yeah. Yes! Yes!” I squirted right in his face. His expression made me laugh. He looked so happy.

* * * 

I brought some of my girlfriends over to meet Richard. They were so crazy about him.

what happens when your old gf kissess your new GF

Two waitressing gigs, an exercise training with the volleyball team, a tutor session with three of the most flirty and flinty undergrads she’d ever known, and Ivy was ready to burst out screaming and ranting like she was mad. Now she had to pimp beer to undeserving, over-pampered footballers at the bar. She looked over at you and lifted her eyebrows high, totally not thrilled about how her day was going.
You tried to hide your smile. Ivy was the best at everything; a girl in her own fucking league.
Just 5’2”, she was decked out in a flippy skirt and lavender halter top. You looked at her long legs, almost too long for a girl so damned petite, while she served a couple of light brews to students at the campus sports bar. One of the guys she handed a beer copped a feel, patting her ass. You watched, your mouth breaking into a crooked smile.
“That’s a nice ass you got there, philly,” the guy with his beer told Ivy.
Ivy quit what she doing and held her serving tray to her side.
She rolled her eyes while the cocky sophomore grabbed a firm hold of her right butt cheek and squeezed.
“It’s a nice tush. Round, and soft, and, firm,” the guy said to Ivy.
Ivy looked over her shoulder at you with a blank expression. She squinted at you when you let out a small chuckle. She turned back to college dudes at their table and served another one of them a sparkling water.
“Ooh, this is a sweet ass,” the guy laughed. “This girl’s butt is like butter. You guys should try some.”
“Really,” Ivy told the over muscled guy. “You could try some of this ass too…” Ivy used a free hand to pat the sophomore’s hand over her ass. The guys at the table cheered excited. “That’s if you had the balls to handle it…”
Ivy pulled the guy’s hand off her butt, reached for the last bottle of sparkling water and shook it really hard. She set the serving tray on the edge of the guys’ table and shook the water vigorously, making her legs tighten and her boobs bounce around crazy.
“…And you understood mixing your metaphors is not a turn on for anybody at this college with a GPA above 2.0,” Ivy told him.
Ivy unscrewed the top to the bottled water and released a blast of unflavored fizz. The bubbled water sprayed all over the college jock and his buds.
“You fuckin’ ho,” the sophomore jock told Ivy.
The jock’s friend burst out laughing the instant the jock’s face turned red.
“You’re lucky I didn’t do it with the beer. Karma’s a bitch,” Ivy told the guys.
Ivy picked up the serving tray, walked over to the cash register, took a crisp five dollar bill and handed it to the manager at the sports bar.
“I owe you five dollars for the beer,” she said to her boss. “Take it out of my pay today now, please.
“Are you shitting me? the sports bar manager told Ivy. “Watching you serve up a bottle of ‘Whoop’ to those sports meatheads was the best game I’ve seen all week. I ain’t taking anything out of you pay,” the manager told Ivy. “I’m giving you twenty dollars extra for your trouble. You got class, little lady.”
“Yes, class is exactly what I’ve got. Thanks,” Ivy told her boss, looking at the twenty dollar bill perk. “
She untied her apron, folded it and put it away then she came up to you and grabbed you by the hand.
“What the fuck  did I do?” you asked her.
“Come on, Romeo, I’ve had enough guys ogling me today,” she said to you.
The college jocks Ivy just served booed as she led you out of the bar.
Twenty minutes later, you, Ivy, and her best friend Rose sat in a courtyard in an off-path cul-de-sac at the campus’ botanical gardens.
“You did what?” Rose asked Ivy, shocked past belief.
“Actually, she gave him a lap dance,” you told Rose.
“You what?” Rose screamed at Ivy.
“The fuck I did,” Ivy laughed, looking at you.
Ivy punched you in the arm and when you didn’t flinch, she pounced on you. The two of you rolled around on the shaded court, laughing uproariously. Rose watched absently and removed her flats. She took off her fitted sweater and rested her long raven hair against the cool grassy ground. You and Ivy stopped wrestling like kids and watched her silently.
“Rose,” how come you never want to play around with us,” you asked her.
“You know why,” Ivy answered for Rose.
“You know that’s fucked up,” Rose said with a tone of distaste.”
Rose lolled her head to the side and looked at Ivy and you with her usual nonplussed expression.
The three of you burst out laughing so loud a couple of squirrels fell out of the trees in the tiny grove where you were and scurried out into the main campus courtyards. You all laughed boisterously, Rose in tears from laughing hysterically
The air and everything around the three of you quieted.
“You know what day it is,” you told Rose.
“I know,” Rose said back to you.
You could tell this was a day she wished would turn into another quickly. However it seemed to hover around late afternoon forever. It was unseasonably hot  the entire month, and you and Ivy along with Rose had shed most of your clothes. The three of you pinched at the grass with your bare toes, wearing not much more than your sports underwear. Rose sighed then she looked over at Ivy.
“Thank you for today,” Rose said to Ivy.
Ivy smiled at Rose.
Today was the anniversary of Rose’s coming out. She’d had a real hard time at school coming up and now she just wanted some time to think about what she wanted to do next with her life. Rose had met Ivy when they applied for a waitressing position at the bar and they both wound up getting the job. Today Rose just wasn’t up for the teases and cajoles from the campus riff-raff. This particular day she wanted… she wanted…
“It’s okay. I can leave you two alone so you can, you know, talk. Or whatever,” you told Rose.
“Stay put right here or I’ll kick your ass to heaven,” Rose said to you.
Ivy busted out laughing.
“Shit, you girls are really on the ‘dudes are bastards’ campaign today, aren’t you? you said to them.
Rose and Ivy laughed harder. “No, it’s just that, today is kind of special to me, you know?” Rose spoke quietly. She sat up and looked at the grass beneath her painted toes. She hung her head over her knees and hugged herself.”
“I know,” you told Rose. You scooted over to her and wrapped you arms around Rose. She pressed herself into you and you felt her thin body warm up against you.
Ivy watched you lift Rose’s chin so she could see you.
“I promised you when we broke up Rose we would always be friends,”you told her.
“Yes,” Rose agreed.
She turned into your arms and you felt her tits fold up against you and her nipples harden.
“I just didn’t think it was fair me leading you on when I knew I am a lesbian” Rose whispered to you. “And I just couldn’t handle being at work today, thinking about what we had… It was so wonderful and special,”Rose told you.
It was, you thought silently. It still was.
Rose and you met at campus orientation what seems eons ago now. You both always had a special connection, but there always seemed to be something between you, holding the two of you apart… One night you’d come back from campus holiday to surprise Rose with a homecoming she’d never forget but it was you who got the surprise…
Rose had fallen asleep before you had got back in town to see her apparently, and when you’d stopped by to spend some special time with her you’d found her sleeping – with another girl.
You’d tried to put things back together afterwards, but things just wouldn’t seem to jell. Then you met Ivy. The exact opposite of your beautiful and moody “Rosey,” Ivy was all spunk and unpredictability. Her blonde locks always seemed to be getting her into trouble and massive male-female soirées. You had been her latest conquest. She Ivy told you she liked your mousy college looks, thin frame and bookish high-school charm.
“I like your big breasts,” you’d told Ivy back at the time.
You’d thought what you’d told her had earned you a one-way ticket to the geek train, but Ivy was just full of surprises. “Mm, that makes my pussy get all juicy and wet,” she had told you and the two of you had been an item ever since.
So when Ivy asked you to stop by the campus bar today, you didn’t have to think about the offer twice.
“I wish there was some way I could make everything up to you, Maxim,” Rose told you.
“You already have,” you told Rose.
“That’s for sure,” Ivy chimed in to you and Rose.
Rose and you looked at Ivy and smiled together sheepishly, while Ivy crawled across the small stretch of grass between you to sit closer.
“Ivy, I-“ Rose began to speak but her words stopped in her throat. “Thank you for covering for me today,” Rose finally managed to tell her best friend.
“That’s what friends do. They love each other.” Ivy teased touching Rose’s bare skin, letting her fingertips play across her Rose’s thighs.
“That tickles,” Rose giggled.
“So will this,” Ivy said to Rose and she ran her other hand to Rose’s chest. She dusted the pad of her fingertips over the bareness of Rose’s next and shoulder.
“But you said we would never… we would never be together this way,”Rose told Ivy.
You and Ivy both looked at Rose and whispered, “Happy Valentine’s Day.”
You felt Rose shudder at the warm wishes. Then she looked at you. “But are you sure? You two are together. You’re dating,” Rose said to you.
“Today is about you,” you told Rose.
“And me,” Ivy agreed devilishly.
You looked at Ivy with surprised and a matching raised eyebrow.
Ivy turned from you to Rose and gave Rose the most fiendishly wicked grin. “Today it’s girls day, isn’t it, Rose?” Ivy asked her lesbian friend.
You watched Rose blink surprised. She’d had a few relationships since coming to the college, but never with anyone she’d felt close to, not ever, until the two of you met. Then she met Ivy and the two of them hit it off instantly. Rose never responded to any of Ivy’s tickles of feathery touches since you’d all become friends. You’d guessed this was because Rose wanted to be respectful of yours and Ivy’s relationship.
She didn’t count on you being open to girl on girl love with her, Rose, as the star.
Like Ivy, you were a guy full of surprises all your own.
You broke yours and Rose’s embrace and Ivy filled in the emptied spot. You leaned back onto the soft grass and stretched out, horny. You watched Rose, pleased as Ivy grabbed hold of Rose and planted very lesbian kisses right over Rose’s flushed, pink lips.
“Oh, god,” Rose breathed under the shivery sensations she felt from Ivy’s lesbian kisses.
When the two of them broke the lesbian kisses, Rose stared you in the eyes; the heat in her expression told you everything she felt. Rose had realized… you’d given her to Ivy.
You smiled and began to stoke your dick inside your shorts as Ivy turned Rose’s face back to her.
Ivy gave her more lesbian kisses. Rose trembled as Ivy planted warm, gentle lesbian kisses across her shoulder and down her bare arms. She kissed her way back to Rose’s flushed pink lips and did the unthinkable. Rose felt her labia tingle when Ivy did it – Ivy thrust her tongue deep into recesses of Rose’s mouth. You heard her murmur how Ivy made her lesbian pussy feel when Rose pushed against Ivy and offered her tongue back to her. Ivy grabbed Rose and suckled on her lips, biting them gingerly pausing to lick her way over Rose’s exploring tongue.
“Mmm,” you groaned.
Ivy and Rose were ignoring you and a lesser man would mind being the third in a nest of two, you reveled in the moment. Your two best girlfriends were kissing, and the more you moaned with approval, the more necking they began to make. Ivy reached for you and grabbed a handful of your throbbing cock. Your flesh flexed under the confines of your fitted sports trunks. Ivy released her grip on you and used her hand to cup Rose’s sportswear-clad mound. She rubbed against Rose’s for a moment, brushing past her clitoris by accident.
“Ohhhh,” Rose moaned while she shuddered in Ivy’s arms, caught in the rapture from one her wildest fantasies becoming real – Ivy, giving her a hot Valentine’s Day fuck – without stretching apart her too tight pussy.
That was the one thing Rose wished she could have given you more of… sex :  hot, wild, unrestricted rabbit-fucking.
“Ohh, god!” Rose squealed, feeling the rush of heat deep inside herself.
Ivy moved her hand to Rose’s lips. Rose smelled herself on Ivy’s fingers. Her scent was clean and a little sweet. Rose licked Ivy’s fingertips and ran her own fingers through Ivy’s long, blonde tresses.
Ivy purred feeling Rose playing with her hair. Her hair was thick and sensitive to anyone’s touch.
The jock at the sports bar was lucky he hadn’t touched her any place that felt good; she’d knock his brains out of his smart-free head. “You’re making my breasts feel really horny,” Ivy said to Rose.
Rose continued playing her fingers into Ivy’s golden locks. She let her fingers rest at the nape of Ivy’s neck. She massaged the tender area gently and Ivy let out a high-pitch squeal of glee
“I like that,” Ivy told Rose, “Do that some more.”
Ivy encouraged Rose to try things she’d never felt before. Ivy asked Rose to taste her hair. Rose couldn’t believe how much she liked the flavor of skin and sunshine. You watched as Rose listened to Ivy’s guidance, pressing her breasts against hers and rubbing their chests together slowly. Your dick swelled up to huge when they started grinding themselves against another.
“Fuck, girls, this is getting me too hot,” you said to them.
“Quiet,” Ivy said.
The three of you listened for any sounds outside of the garden cul-de-sac.
“What?” Rose asked Ivy.
“I thought I heard something,” Ivy told her.
“Nah, you’re just imagining things,” you told Ivy.
“Yeah, maybe,” Ivy said aloud.
Ivy pulled Rose on top of her and they began a feverish lesbian kiss.
You watched as Rose ran her fingers over Ivy and tossed her medium long brown hair over Ivy’s face and arms. Ivy giggled excitedly as Rose shook her sexy  hair all over her. Then she settled down onto Ivy for a long, luxurious girly kiss
You cock was poking out from under the waistband of your underwear now. The cockhead was reaching past your navel. It was all you could do not to go ahead and let yourself come. The fucking frottage the girls were giving each other was damned hot you felt your toes curl from the sexual tension. The air in the grove had changed into an exotic scent of vaginal perfume, heat, and unfettered lust. You felt your dick throb every time you inhale a breath of the sex-perfumed enclave.
“Mm, I think I’m about to come,” Ivy said aloud.
“Is it possible to come just from excitement,” Rose asked no one in particular, because I think I am about to – Oh, God!”
Just then, the two girls screamed, a holler of combined female pleasure only two women could only really feel from rubbing their breasts and their wet, horny lesbian pussies together.
“Oh, fuck—,“ you bellowed and the three of you collapsed onto the grassy ground, heaving.
Minutes later the three of you came out from the secluded enclosed mini courtyard to stand before an audience of football jocks.
Ivy was the first to emerge from the cul-de-sac, tossing her hair from side to side, reminiscent of a print model being photographed for a magazine spread. She was fully clothed, but the passion of lovemaking was spread across her almost palpably. You followed Rose out into the clearing.
“What the fuck?” the jock from the sports bar said loudly.
Hermes, the football college sophomore from the bar stared at Ivy, then Rose, stupefied.
Ivy, the girl he’d just put the moves on, had maybe just got it on with another bar waitress…
Hermes was going to have a field day spreading the news all over fraternity row after tonight’s game probably and then you realized he’d seen you come out of the cul-de-sac after Ivy and Rose. Your cock was harder than a bull in a rut. Maybe as thick too, you mused silently.
“What the fuck—you, you fucked both of them?” Hermes asked you, imploring the answer you gave him wasn’t the truth.
Ivy approached Hermes and stuck her tiny body up into his Herculean frame.
“His horse dick fucked us like a stud breeds a mare in heat,” Ivy told Hermes.
You snorted with a little laugh.
You realized Hermes started to walk over to you, probably to make light of your manhood and Rose stepped in front of him.
“And he felt so good,” Rose told Hermes.
Hermes stared, his expression blank. “But, but… you’re a lesbian!”was all he could say to Rose.
“Yeah, payback’s a bitch,” Rose answered and smiled walking past Hermes.
You watched Ivy as she grabbed your cock in your jeans and led you past the football jock.
“Happy Valentine’s Day,” Rose said to Hermes over her shoulder.
The three of you walked off, leaving Hermes standing in the wake. Ivy stopped.
“What?” Rose asked her.
“Did you hear something?” Ivy asked you and Rose.
The three of you left the cul-de-sac grounds when you heard a muffled voice in the distance.
Hermes stood at the shaded cul-de-sac. He could smell the air that wafted from the grassy enclosure.
“Fuck, dammit to hell!” you thought you heard someone say.

7 ways to cater to his sex drive during your period

have a very rich sexual life. I do enjoy the physical encounter with my partner(s) and climbing up to cloud nine. However, as you know, we girls regularly have some hmm… little problems! Once a month we raise the red flag. That usually puts our lover’s libido in a coma, and for a few days, our sex  life comes to a full stop. Period. So for those of us who are lucky enough to have painless periods, here a few tips to still enjoy decadently good times with your lover even if you’re having your period! This makes me think that – may be – that’s why we like vampire stories so much!

Before anything else, take your monthlies as an opportunity rather than a curse. It gives you the chance to explore new ways to enjoy sex with your partner(s) once a month, so don’t miss it. Use it to break the routine and start an adventurous and sensual exploration of hidden pleasures. Putting yourself in the right state of mind first will increase your climax tenfold. Now, time to learn how to indulge without getting messy!

Sex During Your Period Tip #1: Secure The Neighborhood

Girls you want to be hyper clean and smell good when you plan on having some good time during your bad time of the month. So take extra care of yourself, needless to say. Indulge yourself in a luxuriating bath before the action. Sitting in warm bath water for a while tends to slow down the amount blood flow. Once you are dried up and fresh, play it safe by using a menstrual cup or a tampon (sorry guys if you read this, that’s for girls only OK, so don’t give me your ‘yukky’ face!). Keep it discreet. You don’t want the string to hang low down to your knee level! Shorten it with a cute knot or just cut the extra length. I usually wear a tiny bitsy G-string to hide it completely and feel more sexy  and I keep it on all the time. If my man want to go for anal  he can just pull the string aside! Feeling sexy and confident is the secret to open the highest levels of orgasmic pleasure.

Sex During Your Period Tip #2: Milk Him With Your Breasts

Tit Fucking is awesomely delicious for both partners. You don’t need to have a huge pair of boobs to be able do offer this pleasure to your partner. It is more a matter of finding the right position. Although it can feel more comfortable if you lay down on your back and let your man ride you, this position is more adapted to watermelon size hooters. For me, with my rather modest size, I find it more pleasurable if I am sitting (facing him) with my breasts at his navel level. He would just stand and fuck  my titties like crazy! This position gives more volume to your jugs, and lets you easily squeeze them to wrap his cock. You may as well grab his ass and make him give it to you harder. You will surely be rewarded with a nice gooey pearl necklace. Feeling him rubbing his hard cock between my boobs just drives me wild, and I very often climax when he squirts longs shots of sperm up to my neck and chin.

Sex During Your Period Tip #3: Hot Dog
hot Dog? Yeah, hot dog: a bun and a sausage. Not everyone is into anal (although those who aren’t are really missing something!). But it doesn’t mean that you both can’t get pleasure by using your round butt! Lay on your tummy, let your lover drip some massaging oil or baby lotion in your crack. Now let him rub his cock between your ass cheeks, just like he would do if he were tit fucking you.The area around the anus is very sensitive and has lots of nerves. This non penetrative technique will definitely stimulate you while giving him a very good time!

Sex During Your Period Tip #4: Arm Pit

No, we are not talking about the brother of Brad Pitt (his name is Doug, not Arm!). So our little pussy is kind of unreachable at this time, and we need to give our horny man the pleasure he wants before he starts thinking of an alternate solution. Let me tell you straight: this technique is VERY horny. Especially for the guy. Start hardening his cock with a good stroking, make sure you use baby oil so that it will easily slide, and when hard enough, let him fuck your armpit. Try it from front and from behind as both ways give different sensations. Your man can go very wild like this. Make sure to vary the squeeze on his cock by pressing your arm more or less against your chest. I personally prefer from behind because he usually can’t help grabbing my boobs and playing with my tits, which I definitely love. And also because when he comes, I can see him squirt, and this is really a turn on for me. The rubbing under the arm gives awesome sensations. It was only recently that I discovered my armpits were an erogenous zone!

Sex During Your Period Tip #5: Peep Hole People

That one is one of my favs. First of all, I want to say that unlike guys, we can climax with only our mind. We don’t always need to ‘get it’. So always make sure to build the right atmosphere to increase your pleasure. So your man is horny and your love hole is in ketchup mode: you could go for just a plain blow job to keep your man happy. But I would advise you to go the extra mile: a peep hole. A peep hole is a hole n a wall and a common practice in sex clubs. You can either try to find an abandoned place which already has a hole in the wall, or build yourself one at home (I am sure your man will volunteer without hesitation to do that!). Make sure your guy doesn’t really break the wall, carried away by the excitement of what will come next. A cut out cardboard can do as good! So the thing is, guys put their cock through the hole, and they don’t see who sits behind it. They only feel that someone is sucking their cock and playing with it. The best thing to do is prepare the setup in a private part of your house and leave it there permanently. Want to be extra kinky? Invite 3 of your best friends (girls). They don’t have to know about your setup if you don’t want to, they only need to be in your house. Discreetly tell your man to go to the peep hole corner. After a few minutes, join him there. But don’t talk. Just let him think this could be one of your friend rather than you giving him pleasure. Isn’t that naughty?

 

Sex During Your Period Tip #6: Best Friends

I should put a warning and a disclaimer here because that’s not for everyone. So your monthlies are here, you are not in the mood, may be feel pain, but still want to satisfy your partner? Invite your best friend over and offer her to him (as long as she agrees of course). Yeah I know what your thinking. I hear you scream and see you jump from here. Well first of all you don’t have to. Every adult involved must be willing. For me, I don’t feel that I ‘own’ my partner. I do love to make him and see him happy, and so does he. We are very open in our relationship, and I do like giving him little surprises from time to time, like inviting my best friend over once in a red moon.

Sex During Your Period Tip #7: Bare Foot

Many men fantasize on our feet (I mean the good looking ones, with our nails done, and round soft heels). It is a good idea to use hand sanitizer on your feet before everything, just to make sure they are perfectly safe… for his manhood! Yes we are going to give him a nice foot job! If you have never tried that, you’ve really got to do it once in your life, at least! So let your man lay down, and start massaging him with your feet only. First his tummy and his thighs, and when he starts getting aroused, start gently rubbing his dick up and down. Pour scented oil for extra benefits (smoother sensations for him, and a good way to hydrate our feet in the meantime!). When he gets really hard, gently squeeze his rod between your two lovely feet and start stroking him. Not only you will get a great foot massage and the pleasure to feel his stiff bone between you feet, but you will also enjoy the sight of him releasing his gush!
Sex with an ardent and horny lover is always exciting, but sensual play with an adventurous lover is even better!