mother's Day surprise

by Phyl, Penney with Roger

boyfriend was gone for two weeks and step-children visiting their mom, including this particular day : mother's Day. I was feeling lonely for him or for someone or for… ( fill in the blanks because you know what some of us girl need for mother's Day. ) A special hug, a special flavor, and just thinking about what I was missing was arousing me. We had a great sex life and I was missing him.

I went to my veranda and looked in the railway yard. Several hawks were soaring in the warm air. It was a calm down afternoon and I had been thinking about ‘ matter'all day long. I was in my house dress…and nothing else, except a red hair ribbon. I loved the impression of nudity, nakedness, being set for ad-lib coupling kinds of sexual"things."

I sat on the swing and began rocking, a lenify, retard back and forth : thought of our recent holiday Dixie of the edge, what fun we had, and the fun in particular that I had had up on that stage in the"rank only"forbidden café lounge, under the floodlights, with all those fucking mates in the audience ( couplet who were in some leg of fucking ) watching me…which is as I say, fucking couples, which is what some of them were doing watching me having sex with the delectable fauna. God did those beasts fuck me to some other place that evening ! They fucked me until I was CUMpletely finished.

My swain and I had wanted sexual amusement and we were desperate to see uninhibited, wild, bodies—hot, deep fucking…unrestrained, CUMplete, CUMING.. We had found this special club and once inside had entered the mystic room behind the dark drape reserved for peculiar guests. We watched the sexy entertainment. I was turned on by the show ( and boyfriend's finger-fucking during the animal act ) and I was persuaded to go on stage and participate.. The cleaning woman attending me were a big assist, boyfriend taking my hand at first, leading me to the stage, approvingly disrobing me, helping me lie prone, completely naked on a low bench, legs splayed, pussy presented, whispering how pretty I was. The charwoman could see my hesitation but also the lustful hungriness in my optic, my dripping and pulsing cunt. While in the audience boyfriend had already fingered me to a White heat. The women were reassuring and show to me their parade of brute. First was that handsome shepherd dog who was well-trained that left me panting but wanting.

Then, seeing I was still gear up for more, the women presented the small donkey with the vast dangling tool, also well-trained to finish me off. There was an audible gasp from the audience when the Equus asinus appeared. I breathed deeply when I saw the yearn dick. I wondered where he had been taught how to fuck a prone woman but I had no prison term to think about things only to enjoy being filled and fucked. The woman held me, smoothed my back, the tool inserted then pushing deep. I arched and twist and the nookie began. My puss stretched in pleasure. A muscle spasm of pecker massaging all of me. I was a tool possessed by lustfulness. There must have been 10 other span, my fellow still holding my hand, most of them in stages of cuming and sexual climax, the audience in one monumental appeal of whispers and sigh at what they witnessed, while I was still aching for Sir Thomas More jabbing and groaning, having violently cum on the donkey's thick cock and my body writhing repeatedly as it fucked me to my depth and in plain scene.

The Equus asinus, the fair sex, the cock and snatch, the jointure, male and female oink and cries…we were copulating beast in a forest of lust. Finally I had laid there gasping for breath in a DoS of exhaustion, yet, curiously, in my mind, I wasn't sure where I had been but aching for more…to go to that place again…my dreamlike state.

But I was on the swing now, cerebration of those thing, my hand down the front of my dress, lifting it up. The air was warm but it was cool on me at my waistline only arousing me More and I ran my hand up my thighs to my wet cunt. I fingered and flexed and was building, my nous on that muddied delightful donkey. I had reached down during the act to feel his moving donkey shaft pushing into my consistence. I shivered on the swinging as the low waves splashed up my legs. Now both bridge player were on myself. I needed a turncock and cocking and ass but I was alone on this special day.

Just then the doorbell rang, breaking the charm. Damn ! Pushing down my dress, hands on my face to chill my emotions, I went to the doorway. It was the FedEx man with a package. I invited him inside while I opened it. My guy had not forgotten mother's Day, even though his children were my stepchildren, I celebrated, and I opened the software program with the handsome, marvellous FedEx man watching."You have a nice topographic point,"he said."Thanks."and unwrapped the box he had brought."OMFG !"( Oh My Fucking God ) I exclaimed. It was a very personal natural endowment : A bottle of wine-colored, a aphrodisiac Victoria Secrets nighty and…in strawman of the delivery man…I removed a Dildo that was top-notch sized in the shape of a donkey's cock…what are they thinking of these days ? …and the pitch man watching all this, too. I was blushing and hot again looking at it in the presence of this hunk.

lecture about embarrassed."This is my last delivery,"the FedEx man said. I had already gotten myself started on the golf shot and here was this fine-looking male of the species next to me. His presence wasn't cooling me down any !"I have a beau,"I said,"the software was from him."“ I would think so,"he said pointing at the affair in the box.

I already was in such a nation of superfluity and arousal at this point I wasn't thought process. He boldly opened the wine, it was a make love top, how convenient, and we were soon sitting on the jive looking out at the view in my backyard. The wine didn't add to my sense of decorum, nor did his arm around my shoulder, nor his toasting us to the day, not to mention his lips on mine or his deal up my frock. He paused when he touched my bare wet snatch and his fingerbreadth easily entered, beginning to stroke its length and depth.

I took his wine-coloured glass, putting it next to mine on the mesa. We were all over each former now, the lilt in full sway. He lifted me down on the rug, was between my stage, his gasp at his mortise joint. My eyes were closed, my body in anticipation…I felt under his shirt and then down his hips…his cock was hot, almost donkey size ( thank you God ) and was stiff and flexing and I was ready. I imagined that audience…me banquet outdoors, eubstance and pussy aflame…the onlookers whispering at the vision of my nakedness…my readiness…anticipation…

He started kissing me again, both our tongues at study. I felt guilty now, but only a little. I was guilty and cause and would birth a new erotic story to assure when young man returned. Those account meant hot sex ! It was too latterly for guilt feelings anyway. My dead body had taken armorial bearing of things and I was lifting my puss to feel his"donkey"cock, teasing, provoking it against my snatch lips. I took hold of him and played it against me, stroking my button, I was losing my breath, he was kissing my ear, licking inside, breathing and whispering colly words. I shivered and imagined myself impaled on stage again in that sea of fucking. I lifted again, poised and ready and his hips flexed, his script on my branch, pushing them wide and against my chest. I was so wide out-of-doors, vulnerable, the air cooling system and then he entered me, pausing inside…I squeezed on his cock, arms clutching him.

"Yes,"I grunted and breathed,"Do it ! …fuck me late you animal… !"which he did, our wet pubic haircloth pressing against each former as every component part of him was in me now, this"creature"was fucking me difficult, thrusting trench, my cunt, his pecker in rhythm, milking my loins… he was very bad, holding me, fucking me in earnest, whispering with every drive feeling in my throat, I heard our suck and fucking speech sound, like the shepherd dog and, yes ! Like the donkey…they were in my mind ; and this beast was in my body NOW !"Unh ! ... UNH !"We were grunting sexing creatures, our heat simmering over us..

He was holding my hands back, fucking, FUCKING, and I started to throw off as he pounded and pounded some more, our physical structure joining, our flesh on flesh. My glossa was loggerheaded, I opened my legs as widely as I could and then I grabbed him at his waist, pulling him into my body…then, one of my favorites when my orgasm began… ( how did he make out ? ) his finger slipped inside my ass and he and I came together and shivered and shook and made noises.

We relaxed on the swing music, sipping the last of the wine. I came back down, squeezing his soft dick."Thank you,"I said and then thinking back to the doorway bell. Thinking :'There was no livery truck outside, only a gracious car."Don't you have a delivery truck ?"I asked. He started chuckling then leaned in to kiss me."Well ?"I asked."I didn't need one,"he said.

"Why not ?"I asked. He whispered :"Because I was part of your mother's Day endowment. I just wasn't the constituent of it that was wrapped !"I hugged him, thought of my very naughty and thoughtful boyfriend. I would get even, if I could reckon a way ! ! In the meanwhile I was grateful he hadn't bury our peculiar day. Not forgotten it at all !"Maybe we can try out that domestic ass dildo later on,"he said. I hugged him and knew we would. Boyfriend wouldn't rejoinder for several Clarence Shepard Day Jr.. One more"thank you God !"

The finger in my ass as I was climaxing, the donkey-sized dildo, my sexuality and desolation, and certainly my aching readiness, willingness…the"FedEx"guy had been fully briefed ! And I'd been fully fucked .