Mother's Day Surprise

by Phyl, Penney with Roger

fellow was gone for two weeks and step-children visiting their mom, including this special day : female parent's Day. I was feeling lonely for him or for someone or for… ( filling in the lacuna because you know what some of us young woman need for female parent'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 yard. several hawks were soaring in the warm air. It was a tranquilize good afternoon and I had been thinking about ‘ things'all day long. I was in my sign of the zodiac dress…and zilch else, except a red hair ribbon. I loved the feelings of nakedness, receptiveness, being ready for unwritten coupling kinds of sexual"things."

I sat on the baseball swing and began rocking, a gentle, slow back and Forth River : thought process of our recent holiday Confederate States of the Border, what fun we had, and the fun in particular that I had had up on that stage in the"membership only"interdict café lounge, under the floodlight, with all those fucking couples in the audience ( twosome who were in some stage 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 delightful animate being. God did those beasts fuck me to some other 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, deep fucking…unrestrained, CUMplete, CUMING.. We had found this special cabaret and once inside had entered the secret way behind the wickedness mantle reserved for limited guests. We watched the sexy entertainment. I was turned on by the appearance ( and boyfriend's finger-fucking during the animal act ) and I was persuaded to go on level and participate.. The woman attending me were a big service, boyfriend taking my hand at first, leading me to the leg, approvingly disrobing me, helping me lie prone, completely naked on a low bench, legs splayed, cunt presented, whispering how pretty I was. The fair sex could see my disinclination but also the lustful longing in my eye, my dripping and pulsing cunt. While in the consultation boyfriend had already fingered me to a Andrew D. White estrus. The women were reassuring and usher to me their parade of animals. start was that handsome shepherd dog who was well-trained that left me panting but wanting.

Then, seeing I was still ready for more, the womanhood presented the pocket-sized donkey with the huge dangling dick, also well-trained to land up me off. There was an audible gasp from the interview when the donkey appeared. I breathed deeply when I saw the long turncock. I wondered where he had been taught how to have intercourse a prone adult female but I had no clock time to think about things only to savour being filled and fucked. The woman held me, smoothed my rear, the cock inserted then pushing deep. I arched and turn and the fucking began. My cunt stretched in delight. A spasm of dick massaging all of me. I was a creature possessed by lust. There must have been 10 other couples, my boyfriend still holding my hand, most of them in stages of cuming and coming, the audience in one monumental collection of whispers and sigh at what they witnessed, while I was still aching for Sir Thomas More thrust and groaning, having violently cum on the donkey's thick cock and my body writhing repeatedly as it fucked me to my depths and in unmingled view.

The donkey, the charwoman, the turncock and twat, the jointure, male and female grunt and cries…we were copulating animal in a woodland of lust. Finally I had laid there gasping for breathing time 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 place again…my dreamlike state.

But I was on the swing now, thinking of those things, my hand down the front of my dress, lifting it up. The air was quick but it was cool on me at my waist only arousing me more than and I ran my hands up my thighs to my wet cunt. I fingered and twist and was building, my intellect on that dirty delightful domestic ass. I had reached down during the act to feel his moving domestic ass peter pushing into my consistency. I shivered on the swing as the outset wafture splashed up my legs. 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 spell. Damn ! Pushing down my dress, hands on my look to chill my emotions, I went to the threshold. It was the FedEx man with a software package. I invited him inside while I opened it. My guy had not forgotten Mother's Day, even though his tyke were my stepchildren, I celebrated, and I opened the package with the handsome, tall FedEx man watching."You have a skillful place,"he said."Thanks."and unwrapped the box he had brought."OMFG !"( Oh My nookie God ) I exclaimed. It was a very personal giving : A bottle of wine-colored, a aphrodisiac Victoria Secrets nighty and…in battlefront of the speech man…I removed a Dildo that was super sized in the shape of a donkey's cock…what are they thinking of these mean solar day ? …and the delivery man watching all this, too. I was blushing and hot again looking at it in the mien of this hunk.

lecture about embarrassed."This is my lastly delivery,"the FedEx man said. I had already gotten myself started on the swing and here was this fine-looking male of the specie next to me. His presence wasn't cooling me down any !"I have a boyfriend,"I said,"the packet was from him."“ I would retrieve so,"he said pointing at the things in the box.

I already was in such a United States Department of State of embarrassment and arousal at this full stop I wasn't thought. He boldly opened the wine-colored, it was a jockey top, how convenient, and we were soon sitting on the swing looking out at the view in my backyard. The vino didn't add to my sentiency of decorousness, nor did his arm around my articulatio humeri, nor his toasting us to the day, not to mention his lips on mine or his bridge player up my dress. He paused when he touched my bare wet puss and his fingers easily entered, beginning to stroke its duration and depth.

I took his wine-coloured glass, putting it next to mine on the table. We were all over each former now, the swing in full rock. He lifted me down on the rug, was between my legs, his pant at his ankles. My eyes 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 deform and I was ready. I imagined that audience…me feast clear, body and twat aflame…the onlookers whispering at the sight of my nakedness…my readiness…anticipation…

He started kissing me again, both our tongues at work. I felt shamed now, but only a little. I was guilty and stimulated and would sustain a new erotic storey to tell when boyfriend returned. Those stories meant hot sex ! It was too recent for guilt anyway. My body had taken rush of things and I was lifting my cunt to experience his"donkey"cock, teasing, provoking it against my cunt brim. I took clasp of him and played it against me, stroking my clit, I was losing my breather, he was kissing my ear, licking inside, breathing and whispering pestiferous language. I shivered and imagined myself impaled on stage again in that sea of fucking. I lifted again, poised and fix and his pelvis flexed, his workforce on my legs, pushing them wide-eyed and against my chest. I was so across-the-board open up, vulnerable, the air cooling and then he entered me, pausing inside…I squeezed on his cock, arms clutching him.

"Yes,"I grunted and breathed,"Do it ! …fuck me deep you animal… !"which he did, our wet pubic hairs pressing against each early as every part of him was in me now, this"creature"was fucking me hard, thrusting deep, my cunt, his tool in rhythm method of birth control, milking my loins… he was very bad, holding me, fucking me in earnest, whispering with every thrust feeling in my pharynx, I heard our suction and fucking sounds, like the shepherd dog and, yes ! Like the donkey…they were in my psyche ; and this brute was in my trunk NOW !"Unh ! ... UNH !"We were grunting sexing creatures, our estrus boiling over us..

He was holding my hands back, fucking, screw, and I started to shake as he pounded and pounded some more, our bodies joining, our material body on physical body. My clapper 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 front-runner when my sexual climax 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 soft dick."Thank you,"I said and then thinking back to the door bell. cerebration :'There was no delivery hand truck outside, only a nice car."Don't you have a deliverance 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 mother's Day gift. I just wasn't the contribution of it that was wrapped !"I hugged him, thought of my very naughty and thoughtful boyfriend. I would get even, if I could visualize a way ! ! In the meanwhile I was grateful he hadn't draw a blank our especial day. Not blank out 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 return for various twenty-four hours. One Sir Thomas More"thank you God !"

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