Lola’s two favorite toys
Lo was on the bed next to me, her Hitachi in one hand vibrating her clit and her horse-cock dildo in the other, filling her hungry hole. I was sitting up reading the day’s news, waiting for her third orgasm. With her, they always come in threes. That morning, the first was with me. It was one of those wonderful, Saturday morning, simultaneous climax situations where her moaning and saying, “Daddy, I’m cumming,” produced just the opposite of what she wanted. She wanted to make me harder, to penetrate her deeper, and desire her desperately. Instead, as often happens, the seductive sound of her voice coaxed my one and only orgasm right out of me and into her. Luckily, the feel of my essence spouting out of me and pouring into her was enough to cause her first peak to be somewhat satisfying, if only as an appetizer.
She then continued to orgasm number two by pulling out her phone and scrolling through the many photos she had received recently of men in panties. The ones she likes the most are the married men who surreptitiously steal their wives’ panties, put them on, and play with themselves to her photos until they ejaculate in the red, black, or white lace panties and then put them back in their wives’ drawer for them to discover later – maybe when they’re late for work and hurriedly slip into the first panties they grab, unknowingly putting on the sperm encrusted underwear.
That orgasm was even better than the first, which was not a very complimentary commentary for me.
Then it was onto the Big O. In the trifecta of orgasms, this third is the one that wins. The second (performed by her fingers alone) places. And the first (the one with me) only shows. You can see, her number system is just the opposite of a horse race. Speaking of horses, that was exactly what she went for that morning – her Exotic-Erotics Remus Horse Cock Dildo. That, in combination with her Hitachi Magic Wand, is the gold standard of her orgasms, only outdone by having something – a princess plug, her finger, my cock, someone else’s cock – in her ass. That orgasm would be platinum and, that plus simultaneously sucking on tits, pussy, clit, or cock would be the diamond award. But that is the rarest of rare.
Apologies for the digression into Lo’s ranking system.
Back to our story. Once she had successfully mounted her highest peak that morning, ejaculating all over the covers, she rested in her puddle of pure delight.
Once I could tell she had regained her cognitive functioning again, I said to her, “Did you see what Kim Kardashian’s brand of fashion came out with this week?”
“Skims?”
“Yeah, Skims.”
“No. What?”
“They released a new line of thongs called pubic hair panties.”
“What the hell is that?”
Kim Kardashian Skims Pubic Hair Panties Ultimate Bush
“I think the name aptly describes it. Basically, a reinvention of the merkin. They call it ‘Ultimate Bush.’”
“Let me see!” she said.
I showed her the images from my phone. She took my phone out of my hand and began masturbating again, pulling on her thick bush.
“I say, skip the panties, keep the pubic hair.”
“Are you really going to go for a fourth orgasm?” I asked in disbelief.
“You know what they say, ‘Go fourth and prosper.’ You want me to prosper, don’t you?”
Why not camel toe panties?
She dropped my phone and had her eyes closed as she fondled herself. After yet one more orgasm – not nearly as violent as her third – she opened her eyes and hugged me.
“What were you thinking about?”
“When?”
“The thought that brought you to climax, what was it?”
“Oh, I was just thinking if Skims expanded their Ultimate Bush panties to a bikini line. I was picturing all the women and girls wearing them on the beach. That really got my juices flowing.”
Only use real human hair or faux fur.
