Mother's Day Surprise

by Phyl, Penney with Roger

fellow was gone for two workweek and step-children visiting their mom, including this particular day : Mother's Day. I was feeling lonely for him or for someone or for… ( fill in the blanks because you know what some of us girl need for female parent's Day. ) A special hug, a exceptional feel, and just thinking about what I was missing was arousing me. We had a cracking sex biography and I was missing him.

I went to my veranda and looked in the yard. Several hawks were soaring in the affectionate air. It was a quiet good afternoon and I had been thinking about ‘ things'all day long. I was in my firm dress…and nothing else, except a red hair palm. I loved the feelings of nakedness, openness, being ready for ad-lib coupling kinds of sexual"things."

I sat on the cut and began rocking, a gentle, slow back and forth : thinking of our recent vacation South of the edge, what fun we had, and the fun in especial that I had had up on that level in the"rank only"forbidden café couch, under the floodlights, with all those fucking couples in the audience ( mates who were in some stage of fucking ) watching me…which is as I say, fucking distich, which is what some of them were doing watching me having sex with the delicious brute. God did those beasts fuck me to some other place that evening ! They fucked me until I was CUMpletely finished.

My swain 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 peculiar cabaret and once inside had entered the mysterious room behind the wickedness curtain reserved for especial Edgar Guest. We watched the sexy amusement. I was turned on by the appearance ( and boyfriend's finger-fucking during the beast act ) and I was persuaded to go on stage and participate.. The women attending me were a big assist, boyfriend taking my deal at first, leading me to the stage, approvingly disrobing me, helping me lie prone, completely naked on a low bench, branch splayed, twat presented, whispering how pretty I was. The women could see my indisposition but also the libidinous longing in my eyes, my dripping and pulsing cunt. While in the interview boyfriend had already fingered me to a Patrick White heating system. The women were reassuring and show to me their parade of animals. get-go was that liberal shepherd dog who was well-trained that left me panting but wanting.

Then, seeing I was still ready for more, the cleaning woman presented the small domestic ass with the immense dangling cock, also well-trained to finish me off. There was an hearable gasp from the audience when the Equus asinus appeared. I breathed deeply when I saw the yearn cock. I wondered where he had been teach how to fuck a prone char but I had no clip to think about things only to delight being filled and fucked. The woman held me, smoothed my back, the shaft inserted then pushing deep. I arched and turn and the fucking began. My cunt stretched in pleasance. A spasm of stopcock massaging all of me. I was a beast possessed by lust. There must have been 10 other couples, my boyfriend still holding my mitt, nearly of them in stages of cuming and orgasm, the consultation in one monolithic appeal of whisper and suspiration at what they witnessed, while I was still aching for more than poke and groaning, having violently cum on the donkey's midst stopcock and my body writhing repeatedly as it fucked me to my depths and in plain persuasion.

The donkey, the woman, the cock and cunt, the jointure, male and distaff oink and cries…we were copulating beasts in a forest of lust. Finally I had laid there gasping for breather in a state of exhaustion, yet, curiously, in my mind, I wasn't sure where I had been but aching for more…to go to that lieu again…my dreamlike state.

But I was on the golf shot now, thinking of those things, my hand down the social movement of my dress, lifting it up. The air was warm but it was cool on me at my waist only arousing me more and I ran my hand up my thighs to my wet cunt. I fingered and flexed and was building, my judgment on that muddy delightful domestic ass. I had reached down during the act to feel his moving donkey cock pushing into my body. I shivered on the swing as the commencement waves splashed up my ramification. Now both hands were on myself. I needed a cock and cocking and fucking but I was alone on this special day.

Just then the doorbell rang, breaking the piece. tinker's damn ! Pushing down my dress, hands on my face to cool my emotions, I went to the threshold. 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 shaver were my stepchildren, I celebrated, and I opened the package with the handsome, marvelous FedEx man watching."You have a decent plaza,"he said."Thanks."and unwrapped the box he had brought."OMFG !"( Oh My ass God ) I exclaimed. It was a very personal gift : A bottle of vino, a sexy Victoria secret nighty and…in front of the obstetrical delivery man…I removed a Dildo that was super sized in the human body of a donkey's cock…what are they thinking of these 24-hour interval ? …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 final stage legal transfer,"the FedEx man said. I had already gotten myself started on the jive and here was this fine-looking male of the species next to me. His bearing wasn't cooling me down any !"I have a fellow,"I said,"the parcel was from him."“ I would intend so,"he said pointing at the things in the box.

I already was in such a Department of State of embarrassment and rousing at this stage I wasn't thinking. He boldly opened the wine-coloured, it was a nookie top, how convenient, and we were soon sitting on the swing looking out at the view in my backyard. The wine-colored didn't add to my mother wit of decorum, nor did his arm around my shoulders, nor his toasting us to the day, not to mention his brim on mine or his handwriting up my dress. He paused when he touched my bare wet cunt and his fingers easily entered, beginning to stroke its length and depth.

I took his wine glass, putting it next to mine on the table. We were all over each other now, the vacillation in full careen. He lifted me down on the rug, was between my pegleg, his pants at his ankle. My eyes were closed, my trunk in anticipation…I felt under his shirt and then down his hips…his dick was hot, almost donkey size ( thank you God ) and was unbendable and flexing and I was ready. I imagined that audience…me spread loose, consistence and twat aflame…the onlookers whispering at the sight of my nakedness…my readiness…anticipation…

He started kissing me again, both our knife at work. I felt guilty now, but only a little. I was shamed and provoke and would have a new titillating report to tell when boyfriend returned. Those stories meant hot sex ! It was too late for guilt anyway. My body had taken complaint of things and I was lifting my bitch to feel his"donkey"cock, teasing, provoking it against my twat lips. I took hold 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 words. I shivered and imagined myself impaled on stagecoach again in that sea of fucking. I lifted again, poised and gear up and his hips flexed, his hands on my legs, pushing them wide and against my bureau. I was so spacious open, vulnerable, the air cooling and then he entered me, pausing inside…I squeezed on his peter, coat of arms clutching him.

"Yes,"I grunted and breathed,"Do it ! …fuck me inscrutable 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 oceanic abyss, my puss, his prick in rhythm, milking my loins… he was very bad, holding me, fucking me in earnest, whispering with every thrust feeling in my throat, I heard our sucking and fucking sounds, like the sheepman dog and, yes ! Like the donkey…they were in my mind ; and this brute was in my body NOW !"Unh ! ... UNH !"We were grunting sexing puppet, our hotness boiling over us..

He was holding my handwriting back, piece of ass, piece of tail, and I started to shake as he pounded and pounded some more, our bodies joining, our human body on pulp. 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 favorites 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 interference.

We relaxed on the golf stroke, sipping the last of the wine-coloured. I came back down, squeezing his diffused pecker."Thank you,"I said and then thinking back to the door bell. Thinking :'There was no deliverance truck outside, only a gracious car."Don't you have a livery 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 part of your female parent's Day talent. I just wasn't the character of it that was wrapped !"I hugged him, opinion of my very naughty and thoughtful boyfriend. I would get even, if I could figure a way ! ! In the meantime I was grateful he hadn't block our special day. Not bury it at all !"Maybe we can try out that domestic ass dildo later on,"he said. I hugged him and knew we would. Boyfriend wouldn't return key for several twenty-four hour period. 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 readiness, willingness…the"FedEx"guy had been fully briefed ! And I'd been fully fucked .