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 : Mother's Day. I was feeling lonely for him or for soul or for… ( fill in the blanks 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 great sex life and I was missing him.

I went to my veranda and looked in the K. Several hawks were soaring in the tender air. It was a quiet good afternoon and I had been thinking about ‘ things'all day long. I was in my sign dress…and nothing else, except a red fuzz medallion. I loved the belief of nakedness, nakedness, being gear up for spontaneous coupling kinds of sexual"things."

I sat on the golf stroke and began rocking, a gentle, slack back and forth : thinking of our Holocene epoch vacation due south of the edge, what fun we had, and the fun in particular that I had had up on that degree in the"membership only"verboten café waiting area, under the floodlights, with all those fucking duet in the interview ( couples who were in some stage of fucking ) watching me…which is as I say, fucking duad, which is what some of them were doing watching me having sex with the luscious beast. God did those beasts fuck me to some other place that evening ! They fucked me until I was CUMpletely finished.

My beau and I had wanted sexual entertainment and we were desperate to see uninhibited, wild, bodies—hot, deep fucking…unrestrained, CUMplete, CUMING.. We had found this special cabaret and once inside had entered the mystical room behind the night drapery reserved for special guests. We watched the sexy entertainment. I was turned on by the show ( and boyfriend's finger-fucking during the animal act ) and I was persuaded to go on level and participate.. The women attending me were a big help, boyfriend taking my bridge player at first, leading me to the stage, approvingly disrobing me, helping me lie prone, completely naked on a low bench, legs splayed, cunt presented, whispering how fairly I was. The women could see my hesitation but also the lustful longing in my eyes, my dripping and pulsing slit. While in the audience young man had already fingered me to a Stanford White heat. The women were reassuring and ushered to me their parade of brute. 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 small donkey with the huge dangling cock, also well-trained to finish me off. There was an audible gasp from the hearing when the donkey appeared. I breathed deeply when I saw the foresighted cock. I wondered where he had been taught how to fuck a prone adult female but I had no fourth dimension to recall about thing only to enjoy being filled and fucked. The cleaning woman held me, smoothed my backbone, the cock inserted then pushing deep. I arched and flexed and the fucking began. My twat stretched in joy. A spasm of cock massaging all of me. I was a creature possessed by lecherousness. There must experience been 10 early mates, my fellow still holding my hand, most of them in stages of cuming and coming, the audience in one massive collection of whispers and sigh at what they witnessed, while I was still aching for More thrust and groaning, having violently cum on the donkey's midst turncock and my body writhing repeatedly as it fucked me to my depth and in plain sight.

The Equus asinus, the cleaning lady, the putz and cunt, the jointure, male and female person grunts and cries…we were copulating brute in a woodland of lust. Finally I had laid there gasping for breathing time in a DoS of enervation, yet, curiously, in my mind, I wasn't sure where I had been but aching for more…to go to that space again…my dreamlike state.

But I was on the swing now, thought of those things, my hired man down the figurehead of my attire, lifting it up. The air was warm but it was cool on me at my shank only arousing me more and I ran my manpower up my thigh to my wet cunt. I fingered and twist and was building, my mind on that dirty delightful domestic ass. I had reached down during the act to sense his moving donkey tool pushing into my body. I shivered on the lilt as the first Wave splashed up my legs. Now both script were on myself. I needed a peter and cocking and fucking but I was alone on this special day.

Just then the doorbell rang, breaking the magic spell. Damn ! Pushing down my dress, hands on my grimace to cool off my emotions, I went to the doorway. It was the FedEx man with a software system. 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 software package with the handsome, marvelous FedEx man watching."You have a overnice place,"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 bottleful of wine-colored, a sexy capital of Seychelles arcanum nighty and…in front of the delivery man…I removed a Dildo that was super sized in the frame of a domestic ass's cock…what are they thinking of these 24-hour interval ? …and the obstetrical delivery man watching all this, too. I was blushing and hot again looking at it in the bearing of this hunk.

talking about embarrassed."This is my endure delivery,"the FedEx man said. I had already gotten myself started on the baseball swing and here was this better-looking male of the metal money next to me. His presence wasn't cooling me down any !"I have a fellow,"I said,"the package was from him."“ I would recollect so,"he said pointing at the thing in the box.

I already was in such a state of superfluity and rousing 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 swing looking out at the view in my backyard. The wine didn't add to my common sense of decorum, nor did his arm around my articulatio humeri, nor his toasting us to the day, not to remark his mouth on mine or his mitt up my dress. He paused when he touched my bare wet cunt and his digit easily entered, beginning to stroke its distance and depth.

I took his wine-colored glassful, putting it next to mine on the tabular array. We were all over each other now, the swing in to the full tilt. He lifted me down on the rug, was between my branch, his pants at his mortise joint. My optic 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 twist and I was ready. I imagined that audience…me spread head overt, consistency and cunt aflame…the onlookers whispering at the plenty of my nakedness…my readiness…anticipation…

He started kissing me again, both our lingua at piece of work. I felt guilty now, but only a footling. I was shamefaced and stimulated and would get a new erotic story to tell when boyfriend returned. Those stories meant hot sex ! It was too tardy for guiltiness anyway. My body had taken charge of things and I was lifting my slit to sense his"Equus asinus"cock, teasing, provoking it against my pussy sass. I took storage area 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 dirty Word. I shivered and imagined myself impaled on level again in that sea of fucking. I lifted again, poised and ready and his rose hip flexed, his hands on my stage, pushing them extensive and against my chest. I was so all-inclusive open, vulnerable, the air cooling and then he entered me, pausing inside…I squeezed on his rooster, arms clutching him.

"Yes,"I grunted and breathed,"Do it ! …fuck me deep you animal… !"which he did, our wet pubic pilus pressing against each former as every part of him was in me now, this"animal"was fucking me hard, thrusting oceanic abyss, my twat, his pecker in rhythm, milking my loins… he was very bad, holding me, fucking me in earnest, whispering with every poke smell in my throat, I heard our suction and fucking sound, like the shepherd dog and, yes ! Like the donkey…they were in my thinker ; and this beast was in my body NOW !"Unh ! ... UNH !"We were grunting sexing creatures, our heat boiling over us..

He was holding my hands back, piece of tail, FUCKING, and I started to shake as he pounded and pounded some more, our bodies joining, our flesh on shape. My lingua was thick, 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 front-runner when my orgasm began… ( how did he know ? ) his finger slipped inside my ass and he and I came together and shivered and shook and made noises.

We relaxed on the jive, sipping the last of the wine. I came back down, squeezing his gentle gumshoe."Thank you,"I said and then thinking back to the doorway bell. Thinking :'There was no delivery truck outside, only a gracious 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 piece of your Mother's Day gift. I just wasn't the portion of it that was wrapped !"I hugged him, sentiment of my very naughty and thoughtful boyfriend. I would get even, if I could work out a way ! ! In the meantime I was grateful he hadn't forgotten our exceptional day. Not leave 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 tax return for several sidereal day. One more"thank you God !"

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