Years ago my boyfriend at the time and I were out with several friends partying our asses off. We were pretty loaded at the end of the evening. We came home and had some crazy sloppy drunk sex. The next morning he got up and left for work. I woke naked and quite hungover. I rolled out of the bed and was doubled over in pain. I went to the restroom and realized real quick when I couldn't find my tampon string what the problem was...yes ladies and gentlemen...we had wild, drunken sex with my tampon in. It was lodged up in there good too. I was trying to reach it with my fingers but just couldn't reach it. I called my boyfriend at work and got his voicemail. I left a frantic message for him to call me and then called his co worker that sat next to him. He told me that my boyfriend was in a meeting and it would be several hours before he could call me back. I was in pain and in a straight up panic. My neighbor called. I picked the phone up real quick hoping that it was my boyfriend. My neighbor and I dated many, many moons before that in high school. He lived with his wife a street over. He called for coffee filters. I was told him that I had a big ole' problem. By this time I can't even sit up. He was quizzing me and really wanting a coffee filter. Finally I just told him what the problem was. He couldn't believe I couldn't reach it. He told me that he would come get it out for me it wasn't a big deal. Not wanting to be in pain or go to the doctor I told him to come on I would leave the door open. Took him what seemed forever. It was just one street over! Finally he got there. I was on the bed on a towel under the covers. We stood there talking about it for a minute. He just couldn't believe I drank that much. Finally he said lets just quick talking about it and let me get this done. He washed his hands came back in the bedroom and told me to take the covers off. He had me assume the ob/gyn position and he went in. He couldn't even reach it. Finally he told me that I was going to have to spread my legs wider and pull my legs back towards my shoulders. So I did and that worked. He was able to reach it and low and behold the missing tampon was found. I was VERY grateful. He was so sweet to do that for me. He told me to just stay where I was and he got a warm washcloth from the bathroom and cleaned up messy pussy. I laid there and rested after my many thanks to him AND I made him swear to NEVER EVER tell ANYONE. I never told my boyfriend how that tampon got out. A few weeks later my neighbor came by on his way to work. He was kind of joking about the whole tampon incident. I told him once again how grateful I was. He confessed that it turned him on to help me with that problem. He said he was sorry that I was in pain but feeling around in my pussy and the blood on his fingers turned him on. He said he went home and jerked off thinking about it. I was shocked. He asked me if the next time I was on my period if he could finger me. That's all just finger me. I kind of got turned on myself him thinking about it. We dated in high school but nothing serious. We had never seen each other naked or anything. Just a little kiss here and there and some feeling up through clothes. It was a kinky idea and it turned me on. I told him I would think about it. We had a couple weeks before that time came again. Everytime I saw him after that he would tell me to just think about it, don't forget and that kind of thing. Then the day came I started my period. As I slide my tampon in I thought what the hell. That afternoon when I was leaving for work I decided to just do it. I called him and told him it was time and sure I would let him. He walked over to my house we closed the door locked it. I got a towel laid it across my bed. Went to the bathroom and took my clothes off he went in the kitchen washed his hands. He called out for me to leave my tampon in. I put on a tshirt and laid on the towel. He positioned my legs how he wanted them and slowly pulled my tampon out. Then he slide those fingers in me deep. It felt really good. I was really wet. I didn't know if it was blood or pussy juices or both but I could feel wetness running down the crack of my ass. I could see blood on my inner thigh. Without even thinking I lifted my tshirt and started rubbing my tits. It all felt so good. He told me to pull my legs back like I did that day. When I did WOW. He hit something in my pussy just right. I looked down again and he was beating off with his other hand. Watching his cock in his hand sent me over the edge. I came so hard and long. That orgasm started off strong and only got stronger. He came soon after. He just rubbed my clit a little longer and made me cum again. A small one. He got a warm wash cloth and cleaned me up again. He asked me where my tampons were and he put me in a fresh one. He stayed in the bathroom cleaning up himself for awhile. Orgasms really do help with cramps by the way. He kissed me on the forehead told me thanks a million times and he went home. Later that night I rubbed my clit until I came thinking about him fingering me and jacking himself off. We did the same thing several more times throughout that year. Once I called him and begged him to come over and give me an orgasm to relieve my cramps. He gladly appeared and performed. We both moved from the area. I got married had a couple kids. I haven't seen him in years and have NEVER told anyone about this before.