mother's Day Surprise

by Phyl, Penney with Roger

beau was gone for two week and step-children visiting their mom, including this extra day : female parent's Day. I was feeling lonely for him or for someone or for… ( fill in the blanks because you know what some of us young lady need for Mother's Day. ) A special hug, a peculiar tactile property, and just thinking about what I was missing was arousing me. We had a neat sex life sentence and I was missing him.

I went to my veranda and looked in the grounds. Several hawk were soaring in the fond air. It was a quiet down afternoon and I had been thinking about ‘ things'all day long. I was in my house dress…and nothing else, except a red hair ribbon. I loved the feel of nakedness, receptivity, being prepare for spontaneous coupling variety of sexual"things."

I sat on the swing and began rocking, a aristocratic, slow back and Forth River : thinking of our Recent holiday southward of the Border, what fun we had, and the fun in item that I had had up on that stage in the"membership only"forbidden café sofa, under the flood lamp, with all those fucking couples in the interview ( couples who were in some point 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 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 sexual entertainment and we were dire to see uninhibited, hazardous, bodies—hot, deeply fucking…unrestrained, CUMplete, CUMING.. We had found this special cabaret and once inside had entered the secret elbow room behind the dark drapery reserved for special 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 point and participate.. The women attending me were a big assistant, boyfriend taking my hand at first, leading me to the microscope stage, approvingly disrobing me, helping me lie prone, completely naked on a low work bench, legs splayed, cunt presented, whispering how pretty I was. The womanhood could see my hesitation but also the lustful yearning in my eye, my dripping and pulsing cunt. While in the hearing boyfriend had already fingered me to a white heat. The women were reassuring and ushered to me their parade of beast. kickoff was that bighearted sheepherder dog who was well-trained that left me panting but wanting.

Then, seeing I was still ready for more, the fair sex presented the belittled donkey with the huge dangling tool, also well-trained to finish me off. There was an audible pant from the audience when the donkey appeared. I breathed deeply when I saw the longsighted peter. I wondered where he had been instruct how to eff a prone woman but I had no time to think about things only to enjoy being filled and fucked. The women held me, smoothed my back, the cock inserted then pushing oceanic abyss. I arched and flexed and the fucking began. My cunt stretched in joy. A muscle spasm of dick massaging all of me. I was a creature possessed by lust. There must make been 10 early duet, my young man still holding my hand, near of them in microscope stage of cuming and orgasm, the consultation in one massive collection of whisper and sighs at what they witnessed, while I was still aching for to a greater extent thrusting and groaning, having violently cum on the Equus asinus's midst cock and my body writhing repeatedly as it fucked me to my profoundness and in plain position.

The donkey, the woman, the cock and puss, the jointure, Male and female person grunts and cries…we were copulating wildcat in a woodland of luxuria. Finally I had laid there gasping for breath in a body politic of exhaustion, yet, curiously, in my judgment, I wasn't sure where I had been but aching for more…to go to that stead again…my dreamlike state.

But I was on the swing now, intellection of those affair, my bridge player down the battlefront of my dress, lifting it up. The air was strong but it was cool on me at my shank only arousing me more and I ran my hands up my thighs to my wet cunt. I fingered and flexed and was building, my mind on that dirty delicious donkey. I had reached down during the act to experience his moving donkey cock pushing into my body. I shivered on the lilt as the first wafture splashed up my legs. Now both script were on myself. I needed a rooster and cocking and screw but I was alone on this particular day.

Just then the doorbell rang, breaking the turn. Damn ! Pushing down my dress, hands on my case to cool 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 youngster were my stepchildren, I celebrated, and I opened the package with the handsome, magniloquent FedEx man watching."You have a nice berth,"he said."Thanks."and unwrapped the box he had brought."OMFG !"( Oh My Fucking God ) I exclaimed. It was a very personal gift : A bottle of vino, a aphrodisiac Queen Victoria enigma nighty and…in front of the rescue man…I removed a Dildo that was passing 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 comportment of this hunk.

Talk about embarrassed."This is my lowest delivery,"the FedEx man said. I had already gotten myself started on the swing and here was this fine-looking male of the species next to me. His bearing wasn't cooling me down any !"I have a boyfriend,"I said,"the package was from him."“ I would reckon 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 mentation. He boldly opened the wine, it was a screw top, how convenient, and we were soon sitting on the vacillation looking out at the view in my backyard. The wine-coloured didn't add to my signified of decorum, nor did his arm around my shoulder joint, nor his toasting us to the day, not to mention his brim on mine or his hand up my dress. He paused when he touched my bare wet cunt and his fingers easily entered, beginning to stroke its distance and depth.

I took his wine glass, putting it next to mine on the table. We were all over each early now, the swing in full sway. He lifted me down on the rug, was between my stage, his drawers at his ankles. My optic were closed, my body in anticipation…I felt under his shirt and then down his hips…his cock was hot, almost donkey size of it ( thank you God ) and was stiff and twist and I was cook. I imagined that audience…me paste capable, organic structure and cunt aflame…the onlookers whispering at the sight of my nakedness…my readiness…anticipation…

He started kissing me again, both our tongues at oeuvre. I felt shamed now, but only a little. I was hangdog and stimulated and would throw a new erotic story to recount when beau returned. Those stories meant hot sex ! It was too recently for guilt feelings anyway. My body had taken commission of things and I was lifting my snatch to find his"donkey"cock, teasing, provoking it against my cunt backtalk. I took storage area of him and played it against me, stroking my clit, I was losing my breathing spell, he was kissing my ear, licking inside, breathing and whispering lousy words. I shivered and imagined myself impaled on stage again in that sea of fucking. I lifted again, poised and ready and his hip joint flexed, his hands on my legs, pushing them wide and against my pectus. I was so encompassing clear, vulnerable, the air temperature reduction and then he entered me, pausing inside…I squeezed on his pecker, arm clutching him.

"Yes,"I grunted and breathed,"Do it ! …fuck me cryptical you animal… !"which he did, our wet pubic whisker pressing against each other as every character of him was in me now, this"creature"was fucking me severely, thrusting deep, my cunt, his cock in calendar method, milking my loins… he was very bad, holding me, fucking me in earnest, whispering with every thrust feeling in my pharynx, I heard our suck and fucking sounds, like the shepherd dog and, yes ! Like the donkey…they were in my mind ; and this wildcat was in my body NOW !"Unh ! ... UNH !"We were grunting sexing creatures, our heat boiling over us..

He was holding my bridge player back, piece of ass, fucking, and I started to shake as he pounded and pounded some more, our dead body joining, our chassis on flesh. My tongue was thick, I opened my legs as widely as I could and then I grabbed him at his shank, pulling him into my body…then, one of my favorites when my orgasm began… ( how did he do it ? ) his finger slipped inside my ass and he and I came together and shivered and shook and made noises.

We relaxed on the swing, sipping the last of the wine. I came back down, squeezing his soft tool."Thank you,"I said and then thinking back to the room access bell. cerebration :'There was no delivery truck outside, only a gracious car."Don't you have a speech 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 part of your Mother's Day gift. I just wasn't the part of it that was wrapped !"I hugged him, mentation of my very naughty and thoughtful boyfriend. I would get even, if I could visualise a way ! ! In the interim I was grateful he hadn't forgotten our especial day. Not forgotten 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 proceeds 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 nakedness, and certainly my aching readiness, willingness…the"FedEx"guy had been fully briefed ! And I'd been fully fucked .