Mother's Day surprisal

by Phyl, Penney with Roger

Boyfriend was gone for two weeks and step-children visiting their mom, including this special day : mother's Day. I was feeling lonely for him or for someone or for… ( fill in the space because you know what some of us girls need for Mother's Day. ) A special hug, a particular smell, 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 yard. Several mortarboard were soaring in the strong air. It was a quiet afternoon and I had been thinking about ‘ affair'all day long. I was in my house dress…and nothing else, except a red hair medallion. I loved the feelings of bareness, openness, being cook for spontaneous coupling form of intimate"things."

I sat on the swing and began rocking, a aristocratic, slow back and forth : thought of our recent vacation Confederate States of America of the Border, what fun we had, and the fun in exceptional that I had had up on that level in the"membership only"prevent café lounge, under the flood, with all those fucking duet in the audience ( distich who were in some stage of fucking ) watching me…which is as I say, fucking couple, which is what some of them were doing watching me having sex with the luscious animals. God did those beasts fuck me to some other berth that evening ! They fucked me until I was CUMpletely finished.

My boyfriend and I had wanted sexual amusement and we were despairing to see uninhibited, wild, bodies—hot, oceanic abyss fucking…unrestrained, CUMplete, CUMING.. We had found this special club and once inside had entered the closed book way behind the nighttime curtain reserved for special guests. We watched the aphrodisiac 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 women attending me were a big supporter, boyfriend taking my hand at 1st, leading me to the stage, approvingly disrobing me, helping me lie prone, completely naked on a low bench, peg splayed, twat presented, whispering how pretty I was. The women could see my hesitation but also the lustful hungriness in my eyes, my dripping and pulsing cunt. While in the consultation young man had already fingered me to a white passion. The charwoman were reassuring and show to me their parade of animals. First was that handsome shepherd dog who was well-trained that left me panting but wanting.

Then, seeing I was still cook for more, the women presented the small domestic ass with the huge hanging cock, also well-trained to finish up me off. There was an audible gasp from the audience when the Equus asinus appeared. I breathed deeply when I saw the long cock. I wondered where he had been learn how to make love a prone charwoman but I had no prison term to consider about affair only to enjoy being filled and fucked. The women held me, smoothed my back, the rooster inserted then pushing oceanic abyss. I arched and flexed and the fucking began. My slit stretched in pleasure. A spasm of cock massaging all of me. I was a creature possessed by lust. There must have been 10 early brace, my boyfriend still holding my hand, almost of them in stages of cuming and orgasm, the consultation in one monolithic collection of whispers and sigh at what they witnessed, while I was still aching for more poking and groaning, having violently cum on the domestic ass's midst stopcock and my consistency writhing repeatedly as it fucked me to my depths and in plain aspect.

The donkey, the woman, the putz and pussy, the legal jointure, male and female grunts and cries…we were copulating beasts in a timberland of luxuria. Finally I had laid there gasping for breather in a state of exhaustion, yet, curiously, in my idea, 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 vacillation now, thinking of those things, my hired man down the forepart of my clothes, lifting it up. The air was strong but it was cool on me at my waist only arousing me more and I ran my hands up my thighs to my wet slit. I fingered and turn and was building, my mind on that dirty delightful domestic ass. I had reached down during the act to feel his moving Equus asinus cock pushing into my torso. I shivered on the swing as the first base wafture splashed up my legs. Now both hired hand were on myself. I needed a cock and cocking and fucking but I was alone on this limited day.

Just then the doorbell rang, breaking the spell. Damn ! Pushing down my dress, hands on my aspect to chill my emotions, I went to the door. It was the FedEx man with a parcel. I invited him inside while I opened it. My guy had not forgotten Mother's Day, even though his child were my stepchildren, I celebrated, and I opened the software program with the handsome, tall FedEx man watching."You have a nice seat,"he said."Thanks."and unwrapped the box he had brought."OMFG !"( Oh My shtup God ) I exclaimed. It was a very personal gift : A bottle of wine, a sexy capital of Seychelles Secrets nighty and…in battlefront of the livery man…I removed a Dildo that was super sized in the shape of a domestic ass's cock…what are they thinking of these days ? …and the delivery 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 close legal transfer,"the FedEx man said. I had already gotten myself started on the swing and here was this fine-looking male of the specie next to me. His presence wasn't cooling me down any !"I have a boyfriend,"I said,"the software system was from him."“ I would think so,"he said pointing at the things in the box.

I already was in such a state of embarrassment and arousal at this point I wasn't thinking. He boldly opened the wine, it was a piece of ass top, how convenient, and we were soon sitting on the baseball swing looking out at the survey in my backyard. The vino didn't add to my sense of decorum, nor did his arm around my shoulders, nor his toasting us to the day, not to cite his sass on mine or his hired man up my garb. He paused when he touched my bare wet cunt and his fingers easily entered, beginning to stroke its duration and depth.

I took his wine-colored glass, putting it next to mine on the table. We were all over each other now, the jive in full phase of the moon sway. He lifted me down on the rug, was between my peg, his drawers at his ankles. My eyes were closed, my body in anticipation…I felt under his shirt and then down his hips…his putz was hot, almost Equus asinus size ( thank you God ) and was stiff and flexing and I was ready. I imagined that audience…me spread spread, body and pussy aflame…the looker-on whispering at the sight of my nakedness…my readiness…anticipation…

He started kissing me again, both our tongues at work. I felt guilty now, but only a lilliputian. I was guilty and have and would accept a new erotic story to tell when boyfriend returned. Those stories meant hot sex ! It was too recent for guilt anyway. My body had taken guardianship of things and I was lifting my slit to feel his"donkey"pecker, teasing, provoking it against my pussy back talk. I took hold of him and played it against me, stroking my clit, I was losing my hint, he was kissing my ear, licking inside, breathing and whispering dirty 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 mitt on my stage, pushing them full and against my thorax. I was so extensive 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 thick you animal… !"which he did, our wet pubic fuzz pressing against each other as every component part of him was in me now, this"animal"was fucking me hard, thrusting trench, my cunt, his putz in rhythm, milking my loins… he was very bad, holding me, fucking me in earnest, whispering with every thrust smell in my pharynx, I heard our sucking and fucking speech sound, like the shepherd dog and, yes ! Like the donkey…they were in my idea ; and this beast was in my consistency NOW !"Unh ! ... UNH !"We were grunting sexing brute, our heat boiling over us..

He was holding my manpower back, screw, screwing, and I started to shake as he pounded and pounded some more, our bodies joining, our physique on flesh. My tongue was blockheaded, 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 sexual climax began… ( how did he know ? ) his fingerbreadth slipped inside my ass and he and I came together and shivered and shook and made disturbance.

We relaxed on the swinging, sipping the last of the wine. I came back down, squeezing his voiced prick."Thank you,"I said and then thinking back to the doorway bell. Thinking :'There was no pitch truck outside, only a nice car."Don't you have a rescue truck ?"I asked. He started chuckling then leaned in to buss 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 natural endowment. I just wasn't the section of it that was wrapped !"I hugged him, sentiment of my very naughty and serious-minded boyfriend. I would get even, if I could compute a way ! ! In the meantime I was grateful he hadn't forgotten our especial day. Not blank out it at all !"Maybe we can try out that donkey 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 nudeness, and certainly my aching preparedness, willingness…the"FedEx"guy had been fully briefed ! And I'd been fully fucked .