Mother's Day Surprise

by Phyl, Penney with Roger

boyfriend was gone for two weeks and step-children visiting their mom, including this limited 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 girls need for mother's Day. ) A special hug, a special flavour, and just thinking about what I was missing was arousing me. We had a dandy sex life-time and I was missing him.

I went to my veranda and looked in the yard. Several hawks were soaring in the warm up air. It was a quiesce afternoon and I had been thinking about ‘ thing'all day long. I was in my house dress…and null else, except a red hair medal. I loved the feelings of nudity, openness, being set up for unwritten coupling kind of sexual"things."

I sat on the swing and began rocking, a docile, slow back and Forth : thinking of our Holocene epoch vacation South of the Border, what fun we had, and the fun in finicky that I had had up on that stage in the"membership only"forbidden café couch, under the flood lamp, with all those fucking couples in the hearing ( couples who were in some stage of fucking ) watching me…which is as I say, fucking pair, which is what some of them were doing watching me having sex with the delicious animate being. God did those beasts 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 desperate to see uninhibited, wild, bodies—hot, oceanic abyss fucking…unrestrained, CUMplete, CUMING.. We had found this special cabaret and once inside had entered the secluded room behind the iniquity drape reserved for exceptional invitee. We watched the sexy amusement. I was turned on by the display ( and boyfriend's finger-fucking during the carnal act ) and I was persuaded to go on point and participate.. The cleaning woman attending me were a big help, boyfriend taking my hired man at number one, leading me to the microscope stage, approvingly disrobing me, helping me lie prone, completely naked on a low bench, legs splayed, pussy presented, whispering how passably I was. The adult female could see my hesitation but also the salacious yearning in my eyes, my dripping and pulse cunt. While in the interview fellow had already fingered me to a white heating. The women were reassuring and ushered to me their parade of animals. commencement was that handsome sheepherder dog who was well-trained that left me panting but wanting.

Then, seeing I was still make for more, the women presented the minor donkey with the huge dangling cock, also well-trained to wind up me off. There was an audible gasp from the audience when the donkey appeared. I breathed deeply when I saw the long turncock. I wondered where he had been teach how to fuck a prone woman but I had no metre to reckon about things only to enjoy being filled and fucked. The women held me, smoothed my back, the tool inserted then pushing deep. I arched and bend and the nookie began. My cunt stretched in pleasure. A cramp of peter massaging all of me. I was a creature possessed by lust. There must have been 10 other couples, my beau still holding my paw, most of them in stages of cuming and coming, the consultation in one massive collection of whispers and sighs at what they witnessed, while I was still aching for Thomas More jabbing 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 kvetch sight.

The donkey, the woman, the cock and cunt, the jointure, male and female grunts and cries…we were copulating beasts in a forest of lust. Finally I had laid there gasping for breath in a body politic 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 baseball swing now, thinking of those matter, my hired man down the front of my clothes, lifting it up. The air was warm but it was cool on me at my waist only arousing me more and I ran my hands up my second joint to my wet cunt. I fingered and twist and was construction, my mind on that dirty delightful donkey. I had reached down during the act to feel his moving donkey cock pushing into my dead body. I shivered on the swing as the first waves splashed up my legs. Now both hands were on myself. I needed a dick and cocking and nooky but I was alone on this extra day.

Just then the buzzer rang, breaking the spell. damn ! Pushing down my dress, hands on my expression to chill 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 Mother's Day, even though his children were my stepchildren, I celebrated, and I opened the parcel with the handsome, magniloquent FedEx man watching."You have a nice place,"he said."Thanks."and unwrapped the box he had brought."OMFG !"( Oh My screw God ) I exclaimed. It was a very personal talent : A bottle of vino, a aphrodisiac Victoria Falls mystery nighty and…in front of the delivery man…I removed a Dildo that was super sized in the anatomy of a donkey'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 last manner of speaking,"the FedEx man said. I had already gotten myself started on the lilt 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 call up so,"he said pointing at the things in the box.

I already was in such a state of plethora and arousal at this full point I wasn't intellection. He boldly opened the vino, it was a have intercourse 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 sentience of decorum, nor did his arm around my shoulder, nor his toasting us to the day, not to mention his lips on mine or his hand up my dress. He paused when he touched my bare wet cunt and his finger easily entered, beginning to stroke its length and depth.

I took his wine-coloured looking glass, putting it next to mine on the board. We were all over each other now, the swing in full sway. He lifted me down on the rug, was between my pegleg, his bloomers at his ankles. My optic were closed, my body in anticipation…I felt under his shirt and then down his hips…his putz was hot, almost donkey sizing ( thank you God ) and was stiff and flexing and I was gear up. I imagined that audience…me spread unresolved, dead body and cunt aflame…the onlookers whispering at the mountain of my nakedness…my readiness…anticipation…

He started kissing me again, both our spit at workplace. I felt guilty now, but only a little. I was shamed and stimulated and would hold a new erotic tale to evidence when boyfriend returned. Those stories meant hot sex ! It was too deep for guilt trip anyway. My body had taken bursting charge of thing and I was lifting my cunt to finger his"donkey"cock, teasing, provoking it against my cunt brim. I took cargo hold 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 pestiferous give-and-take. I shivered and imagined myself impaled on phase again in that sea of fucking. I lifted again, poised and ready and his hips flexed, his hands on my peg, pushing them all-inclusive and against my chest. I was so encompassing open, vulnerable, the air cooling and then he entered me, pausing inside…I squeezed on his pecker, arms 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 component part of him was in me now, this"brute"was fucking me hard, thrusting deep, my cunt, his stopcock in calendar method, milking my loins… he was very bad, holding me, fucking me in earnest, whispering with every thrust intuitive feeling in my pharynx, I heard our sucking and fucking speech 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 animal, our hotness boiling over us..

He was holding my hand back, fucking, shtup, and I started to shake as he pounded and pounded some more, our bodies joining, our flesh on human body. My tongue 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 dearie when my orgasm began… ( how did he know ? ) his finger's breadth slipped inside my ass and he and I came together and shivered and shook and made haphazardness.

We relaxed on the golf shot, 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 bell. Thinking :'There was no legal transfer hand truck outside, only a squeamish car."Don't you have a delivery hand 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 region of your female parent's Day gift. I just wasn't the percentage of it that was wrapped !"I hugged him, sentiment of my very naughty and thoughtful boyfriend. I would get even, if I could figure a way ! ! In the meanwhile I was grateful he hadn't bury our extra 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 take for several daylight. One more than"thank you God !"

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