mother's Day Surprise

by Phyl, Penney with Roger

Boyfriend was gone for two workweek 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 blank shell because you know what some of us young lady need for female parent's Day. ) A exceptional hug, a limited smell, and just thinking about what I was missing was arousing me. We had a cracking sex life and I was missing him.

I went to my veranda and looked in the K. Several hawks were soaring in the tender air. It was a subdued afternoon and I had been thinking about ‘ things'all day long. I was in my house dress…and naught else, except a red hairsbreadth ribbon. I loved the feelings of bareness, openness, being ready for spontaneous coupling kinds of sexual"things."

I sat on the swing and began rocking, a blue, slow back and forth : thinking of our Holocene vacation South of the perimeter, what fun we had, and the fun in fussy that I had had up on that stage in the"membership only"verboten café waiting area, under the floodlights, with all those fucking couples in the audience ( couples who were in some microscope stage of fucking ) watching me…which is as I say, fucking duet, which is what some of them were doing watching me having sex with the delicious animals. God did those wolf fuck me to some early place that evening ! They fucked me until I was CUMpletely finished.

My boyfriend and I had wanted intimate entertainment and we were desperate to see uninhibited, wild, bodies—hot, mystifying fucking…unrestrained, CUMplete, CUMING.. We had found this special nightclub and once inside had entered the mystical way behind the night curtain reserved for special Edgar Albert Guest. We watched the sexy amusement. I was turned on by the show ( and boyfriend's finger-fucking during the brute act ) and I was persuaded to go on leg and participate.. The fair sex attending me were a big help, 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, cunt presented, whispering how reasonably I was. The women could see my hesitation but also the lascivious longing in my eyes, my dripping and pulsation twat. While in the audience boyfriend had already fingered me to a White high temperature. The cleaning woman were reassuring and ushered to me their parade of animals. commencement was that handsome shepherd dog who was well-trained that left me panting but wanting.

Then, seeing I was still ready for more, the women presented the small Equus asinus with the huge dangling cock, also well-trained to wind up me off. There was an audible gasp from the hearing when the donkey appeared. I breathed deeply when I saw the long cock. I wondered where he had been taught how to fuck a prone woman but I had no time to think about thing only to enjoy being filled and fucked. The fair sex held me, smoothed my back, the cock inserted then pushing deep. I arched and turn and the shag began. My cunt stretched in pleasure. A cramp of tool massaging all of me. I was a creature possessed by lust. There must have been 10 former couples, my swain still holding my hand, to the highest degree of them in stage of cuming and orgasm, the audience in one massive accumulation of whisper and sighs at what they witnessed, while I was still aching for more than jab and groaning, having violently cum on the donkey's midst tool and my trunk writhing repeatedly as it fucked me to my depths and in plain sight.

The domestic ass, the charwoman, the cock and cunt, the jointure, Male and female grunt and cries…we were copulating beasts in a wood of lustfulness. Finally I had laid there gasping for breath in a province 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 golf stroke now, thinking of those things, my deal down the front of my dress, lifting it up. The air was warm but it was cool on me at my waist only arousing me Thomas More and I ran my hands up my thighs to my wet cunt. I fingered and flexed and was edifice, my mind on that unclean delightful donkey. I had reached down during the act to feel his moving donkey turncock pushing into my physical structure. I shivered on the vacillation as the first waves splashed up my pegleg. Now both mitt were on myself. I needed a cock and cocking and ass but I was alone on this special day.

Just then the bell rang, breaking the spell. Damn ! Pushing down my dress, hands on my nerve to cool my emotions, I went to the door. It was the FedEx man with a bundle. 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 with the handsome, tall FedEx man watching."You have a dainty place,"he said."Thanks."and unwrapped the box he had brought."OMFG !"( Oh My Fucking God ) I exclaimed. It was a very personal endowment : A bottle of wine, a aphrodisiac Victoria Falls Secrets nighty and…in front of the pitch man…I removed a Dildo that was super sized in the build of a Equus asinus's cock…what are they thinking of these twenty-four hours ? …and the delivery man watching all this, too. I was blushing and hot again looking at it in the front of this hunk.

Talk about embarrassed."This is my last delivery,"the FedEx man said. I had already gotten myself started on the swinging and here was this handsome male of the coinage next to me. His presence wasn't cooling me down any !"I have a boyfriend,"I said,"the package was from him."“ I would think so,"he said pointing at the affair in the box.

I already was in such a state of matter of embarrassment and arousal at this point I wasn't thinking. He boldly opened the wine, it was a shag top, how convenient, and we were soon sitting on the swing looking out at the view in my backyard. The vino didn't add to my horse sense of decorum, nor did his arm around my shoulder joint, nor his toasting us to the day, not to mention his lips on mine or his handwriting up my dress. He paused when he touched my bare wet puss and his fingers easily entered, beginning to stroke its length and depth.

I took his wine chalk, putting it next to mine on the table. We were all over each early now, the jive in full sway. He lifted me down on the rug, was between my legs, his trouser at his ankles. My centre 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 set. I imagined that audience…me bed covering receptive, body and pussy aflame…the onlookers whispering at the wad of my nakedness…my readiness…anticipation…

He started kissing me again, both our spit at work. I felt hangdog now, but only a little. I was guilty and hasten and would have a new erotic history to differentiate when beau returned. Those chronicle meant hot sex ! It was too previous for guilt anyway. My body had taken rush of things and I was lifting my cunt to palpate his"donkey"cock, teasing, provoking it against my cunt lips. I took postponement of him and played it against me, stroking my clit, I was losing my breath, he was kissing my ear, licking inside, breathing and whispering dirty Scripture. I shivered and imagined myself impaled on stage again in that sea of fucking. I lifted again, poised and quick and his hips flexed, his hands on my legs, pushing them astray and against my chest. I was so all-embracing open, vulnerable, the air cooling and then he entered me, pausing inside…I squeezed on his cock, limb clutching him.

"Yes,"I grunted and breathed,"Do it ! …fuck me inscrutable you animal… !"which he did, our wet pubic hairs pressing against each other as every part of him was in me now, this"animal"was fucking me hard, thrusting deep, my cunt, his cock in rhythm, milking my loins… he was very bad, holding me, fucking me in earnest, whispering with every push touch sensation in my pharynx, I heard our sucking and fucking 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 boiling over us..

He was holding my hands back, screw, nooky, and I started to shake as he pounded and pounded some more, our soundbox joining, our flesh on flesh. My tongue was thick, I opened my legs as widely as I could and then I grabbed him at his waistline, pulling him into my body…then, one of my favorites when my coming began… ( how did he know ? ) his finger slipped inside my ass and he and I came together and shivered and shook and made randomness.

We relaxed on the swing music, sipping the survive of the wine-colored. I came back down, squeezing his lenient dick."Thank you,"I said and then thinking back to the door Vanessa Stephen. thought :'There was no deliverance truck outside, only a nice car."Don't you have a deliverance motortruck ?"I asked. He started chuckling then leaned in to snog me."Well ?"I asked."I didn't need one,"he said.

"Why not ?"I asked. He whispered :"Because I was contribution of your female parent's Day gift. I just wasn't the persona of it that was wrapped !"I hugged him, thought of my very naughty and heedful fellow. I would get even, if I could envision a way ! ! In the meanwhile I was grateful he hadn't leave our special 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 return for several years. One more"thank you God !"

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