mother's Day Surprise

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 somebody or for… ( fill in the blanks because you know what some of us girls need for Mother's Day. ) A limited hug, a special feel, 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 verandah and looked in the railyard. various mortarboard were soaring in the fond air. It was a calm down good afternoon and I had been thinking about ‘ things'all day long. I was in my mansion dress…and nothing else, except a red hair ribbon. I loved the tactile sensation of nakedness, openness, being ready for ad-lib coupling sort of intimate"things."

I sat on the swing and began rocking, a gentle, decelerate back and Forth River : thinking of our Recent epoch vacation South of the border, what fun we had, and the fun in particular that I had had up on that stage in the"rank only"forbidden café waiting room, under the photoflood, with all those fucking couples in the audience ( couples who were in some point of fucking ) watching me…which is as I say, fucking brace, which is what some of them were doing watching me having sex with the delicious animal. God did those savage fuck me to some early seat that evening ! They fucked me until I was CUMpletely finished.

My boyfriend and I had wanted sexual entertainment and we were desperate to see uninhibited, wild, bodies—hot, trench fucking…unrestrained, CUMplete, CUMING.. We had found this special cabaret and once inside had entered the mystery room behind the dark 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 degree and participate.. The women attending me were a big assistant, boyfriend taking my hand at first, leading me to the stage, approvingly disrobing me, helping me lie prone, completely naked on a low bench, leg splayed, cunt presented, whispering how pretty I was. The charwoman could see my disinclination but also the lustful yearning in my eyes, my drippage and pulsing bitch. While in the audience beau had already fingered me to a white heat. The char were reassuring and usher to me their parade of animal. First was that handsome sheepherder dog who was well-trained that left me panting but wanting.

Then, seeing I was still ready for more, the cleaning woman presented the humble donkey with the immense hanging cock, also well-trained to finish me off. There was an audible gasp from the consultation when the domestic ass appeared. I breathed deeply when I saw the recollective pecker. I wondered where he had been teach how to fuck a prone cleaning lady 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 deep. I arched and flexed and the piece of ass began. My snatch stretched in pleasure. A muscle spasm of shaft massaging all of me. I was a creature possessed by lust. There must have been 10 former couplet, my young man still holding my hand, almost of them in degree of cuming and climax, the interview in one monumental collection of whispers and sighs at what they witnessed, while I was still aching for More thrust and groaning, having violently cum on the donkey's midst cock and my body writhing repeatedly as it fucked me to my depths and in plain view.

The domestic ass, the adult female, the cock and cunt, the conjugation, male and distaff grunts and cries…we were copulating beasts in a woods of lecherousness. Finally I had laid there gasping for breath in a res publica of debilitation, 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 vacillation now, thinking of those things, my hand down the front of my garb, lifting it up. The air was affectionate but it was cool on me at my waist only arousing me to a greater extent and I ran my manus up my thighs to my wet pussy. I fingered and turn and was building, my idea on that dirty delightful donkey. I had reached down during the act to feel his moving donkey cock pushing into my soundbox. I shivered on the swing as the first gear waves splashed up my legs. Now both hands were on myself. I needed a cock and cocking and shag but I was alone on this special day.

Just then the doorbell rang, breaking the spell. red cent ! Pushing down my dress, hands on my cheek to cool my emotions, I went to the door. It was the FedEx man with a package. I invited him inside while I opened it. My guy had not forgotten female parent's Day, even though his children were my stepchildren, I celebrated, and I opened the software system with the handsome, grandiloquent FedEx man watching."You have a nice berth,"he said."Thanks."and unwrapped the box he had brought."OMFG !"( Oh My screwing God ) I exclaimed. It was a very personal natural endowment : A bottle of wine, a sexy capital of Seychelles mystery nighty and…in front of the rescue man…I removed a Dildo that was tiptop sized in the soma of a donkey's cock…what are they thinking of these twenty-four hours ? …and the rescue 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 baseball swing and here was this fine-looking male of the species next to me. His presence wasn't cooling me down any !"I have a boyfriend,"I said,"the package was from him."“ I would conceive so,"he said pointing at the things in the box.

I already was in such a commonwealth of overplus and stimulation at this point in time I wasn't cerebration. He boldly opened the wine, it was a ass top, how convenient, and we were soon sitting on the swing music looking out at the view in my backyard. The wine didn't add to my sentiency of decorum, nor did his arm around my berm, nor his toasting us to the day, not to mention his lip on mine or his hand up my garb. He paused when he touched my bare wet snatch and his fingers easily entered, beginning to stroke its length and depth.

I took his vino glass, putting it adjacent to mine on the tabular array. We were all over each other now, the jive in full sway. He lifted me down on the rug, was between my legs, his drawers at his articulatio talocruralis. My eye were closed, my organic structure in anticipation…I felt under his shirt and then down his hips…his cock was hot, almost donkey size ( thank you God ) and was crocked and bend and I was ready. I imagined that audience…me spreading candid, torso and twat aflame…the looker-on whispering at the plenty of my nakedness…my readiness…anticipation…

He started kissing me again, both our tongues at work. I felt hangdog now, but only a trivial. I was hangdog and make and would have a new titillating taradiddle to tell when fellow returned. Those stories meant hot sex ! It was too late for guilt feelings anyway. My physical structure had taken commission of matter and I was lifting my pussy to feel his"donkey"cock, teasing, provoking it against my twat sass. I took hold of him and played it against me, stroking my clit, I was losing my breathing time, he was kissing my ear, licking inside, breathing and whispering grime news. I shivered and imagined myself impaled on degree again in that sea of fucking. I lifted again, poised and ready and his hips flexed, his hands on my branch, pushing them all-inclusive and against my breast. I was so wide undetermined, vulnerable, the air cooling and then he entered me, pausing inside…I squeezed on his cock, blazonry clutching him.

"Yes,"I grunted and breathed,"Do it ! …fuck me late 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 thrust look in my throat, I heard our suction and fucking strait, like the shepherd dog and, yes ! Like the donkey…they were in my mind ; and this wildcat was in my eubstance NOW !"Unh ! ... UNH !"We were grunting sexing brute, our heat boiling over us..

He was holding my men back, fucking, ass, and I started to shake as he pounded and pounded some more, our eubstance joining, our human body on flesh. My tongue was thick-skulled, 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 dearie when my orgasm began… ( how did he make love ? ) his digit slipped inside my ass and he and I came together and shivered and shook and made dissonance.

We relaxed on the swing, sipping the close of the wine. I came back down, squeezing his soft shaft."Thank you,"I said and then thinking back to the door bell. Thinking :'There was no delivery truck outside, only a nice car."Don't you have a delivery motortruck ?"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 division of your mother's Day gift. I just wasn't the part of it that was wrapped !"I hugged him, idea of my very naughty and thoughtful beau. I would get even, if I could figure a way ! ! In the interim I was grateful he hadn't forgotten our special day. Not forgotten 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 several days. One more"thank you God !"

The finger's breadth 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 .