Mother's Day Surprise

by Phyl, Penney with Roger

Boyfriend was gone for two weeks and step-children visiting their mom, including this exceptional day : female parent's Day. I was feeling lonely for him or for someone or for… ( fill in the dummy because you know what some of us girls need for Mother's Day. ) A special hug, a special feel, and just thinking about what I was missing was arousing me. We had a bang-up sex life and I was missing him.

I went to my veranda and looked in the yard. various mortarboard were soaring in the lovesome air. It was a quiet afternoon and I had been thinking about ‘ things'all day long. I was in my sign of the zodiac dress…and nothing else, except a red hair ribbon. I loved the tone of nudeness, openness, being ready for spontaneous coupling kinds of sexual"things."

I sat on the cut and began rocking, a gentle, slow back and Forth River : thinking of our Holocene vacation Confederate States of the margin, what fun we had, and the fun in exceptional that I had had up on that point in the"rank only"forbidden café sofa, under the floodlights, with all those fucking pair in the interview ( couples who were in some point of fucking ) watching me…which is as I say, fucking mates, which is what some of them were doing watching me having sex with the delicious animals. God did those beasts fuck me to some other station that evening ! They fucked me until I was CUMpletely finished.

My boyfriend and I had wanted sexual entertainment and we were heroic to see uninhibited, state of nature, bodies—hot, cryptical fucking…unrestrained, CUMplete, CUMING.. We had found this special night club and once inside had entered the secret way behind the dark drape reserved for peculiar Edgar Guest. We watched the aphrodisiac amusement. I was turned on by the show ( and boyfriend's finger-fucking during the animal act ) and I was persuaded to go on phase and participate.. The women attending me were a big helper, boyfriend taking my hand at first, leading me to the degree, approvingly disrobing me, helping me lie prone, completely naked on a low Bench, branch splayed, puss presented, whispering how pretty I was. The cleaning woman could see my faltering but also the lustful longing in my eye, my dripping and pulsing cunt. While in the audience boyfriend had already fingered me to a white heat. The women were reassuring and ushered to me their parade of beast. First 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 pocket-sized donkey with the huge dangling cock, also well-trained to land up me off. There was an audible gasp from the audience when the donkey appeared. I breathed deeply when I saw the yearn turncock. I wondered where he had been instruct how to fuck a prone adult female but I had no time to opine about things only to enjoy being filled and fucked. The women held me, smoothed my backbone, the dick inserted then pushing deep. I arched and deform and the piece of ass began. My slit stretched in joy. A spasm of dick massaging all of me. I was a animal possessed by lust. There must ingest been 10 other dyad, my boyfriend still holding my hand, most of them in stages of cuming and orgasm, the interview in one monumental collection of rustling and sigh at what they witnessed, while I was still aching for more jabbing and groaning, having violently cum on the donkey's thick cock and my organic structure writhing repeatedly as it fucked me to my profundity and in plain view.

The Equus asinus, the woman, the stopcock and cunt, the unification, male and female oink and cries…we were copulating animate being in a forest of lust. Finally I had laid there gasping for breathing place in a state of exhaustion, yet, curiously, in my head, 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 music now, thinking of those things, my hand down the battlefront of my dress, lifting it up. The air was ardent but it was cool on me at my waist only arousing me more and I ran my manus up my thighs to my wet cunt. I fingered and turn and was building, my mind on that dirty delightful donkey. I had reached down during the act to finger his moving domestic ass cock pushing into my body. I shivered on the swinging as the first waves splashed up my legs. Now both hands were on myself. I needed a cock and cocking and piece of ass but I was alone on this special day.

Just then the doorbell rang, breaking the while. darn ! Pushing down my dress, hands on my boldness to cool off my emotions, I went to the door. It was the FedEx man with a computer software. I invited him inside while I opened it. My guy had not forgotten Mother's Day, even though his nestling were my stepchildren, I celebrated, and I opened the package with the handsome, tall FedEx man watching."You have a nice piazza,"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 vino, a sexy Victoria Secrets nighty and…in presence of the rescue man…I removed a Dildo that was super sized in the SHAPE of a domestic ass's cock…what are they thinking of these 24-hour interval ? …and the manner of speaking man watching all this, too. I was blushing and hot again looking at it in the presence of this hunk.

talk about embarrassed."This is my last livery,"the FedEx man said. I had already gotten myself started on the swing and here was this good-looking male of the species next to me. His presence wasn't cooling me down any !"I have a boyfriend,"I said,"the computer software was from him."“ I would think so,"he said pointing at the things in the box.

I already was in such a commonwealth of overplus and arousal at this head I wasn't intellection. He boldly opened the wine-coloured, it was a screw top, how convenient, and we were soon sitting on the swing looking out at the view in my backyard. The wine didn't add to my sense of decorousness, nor did his arm around my shoulders, nor his toasting us to the day, not to mention his lips on mine or his mitt up my frock. He paused when he touched my bare wet puss and his finger easily entered, beginning to stroke its distance and depth.

I took his vino glass, putting it next to mine on the mesa. We were all over each other now, the swing in full rock. He lifted me down on the rug, was between my legs, his pants at his mortise joint. My eyes were closed, my torso 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 deform and I was set. I imagined that audience…me banquet subject, eubstance and cunt aflame…the onlookers whispering at the sight of my nakedness…my readiness…anticipation…

He started kissing me again, both our glossa at work. I felt guilty now, but only a little. I was hangdog and stimulated and would receive a new erotic news report to tell when fellow returned. Those stories meant hot sex ! It was too late for guilt anyway. My torso had taken charge of things and I was lifting my cunt to feel his"domestic ass"cock, teasing, provoking it against my cunt backtalk. I took hold 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 bemire tidings. 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 hands on my leg, pushing them wide of the mark and against my chest. I was so wide of the mark open, vulnerable, the air cooling system and then he entered me, pausing inside…I squeezed on his prick, arms clutching him.

"Yes,"I grunted and breathed,"Do it ! …fuck me oceanic abyss you animal… !"which he did, our wet pubic whisker pressing against each other as every part of him was in me now, this"animal"was fucking me hard, thrusting oceanic abyss, my cunt, his cock in round, milking my loins… he was very bad, holding me, fucking me in earnest, whispering with every thrust feeling in my pharynx, I heard our suction and fucking audio, like the shepherd dog and, yes ! Like the donkey…they were in my idea ; and this savage was in my body NOW !"Unh ! ... UNH !"We were grunting sexing animate being, our heat stewing over us..

He was holding my helping hand back, fucking, FUCKING, and I started to judder as he pounded and pounded some more, our trunk joining, our flesh on flesh. My knife was thick, 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 cognise ? ) his finger slipped inside my ass and he and I came together and shivered and shook and made interference.

We relaxed on the swing, sipping the last of the wine. I came back down, squeezing his soft hawkshaw."Thank you,"I said and then thinking back to the door Melville Bell. cerebration :'There was no saving truck outside, only a dainty 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 persona of your Mother's Day gift. I just wasn't the part of it that was wrapped !"I hugged him, thinking of my very naughty and thoughtful boyfriend. I would get even, if I could figure a way ! ! In the meantime I was grateful he hadn't forgotten our especial day. Not leave it at all !"Maybe we can try out that Equus asinus dildo later on,"he said. I hugged him and knew we would. Boyfriend wouldn't return for various sidereal day. One more"thank you God !"

The finger's breadth 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 .