Mother's Day surprise

by Phyl, Penney with Roger

Boyfriend 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 girlfriend 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 sprightliness and I was missing him.

I went to my verandah and looked in the yard. Several hawks were soaring in the warm air. It was a quiet afternoon and I had been thinking about ‘ things'all day long. I was in my house dress…and null else, except a red hairsbreadth ribbon. I loved the notion of nudity, nakedness, being ready for spontaneous coupling kinds of sexual"things."

I sat on the swing and began rocking, a gentle, slow back and Forth River : thought process of our recent holiday Dixie of the Border, what fun we had, and the fun in particular that I had had up on that leg in the"rank only"forbidden café lounge, under the flood lamp, with all those fucking couples in the audience ( twosome who were in some stage of fucking ) watching me…which is as I say, fucking duet, which is what some of them were doing watching me having sex with the yummy animals. God did those fauna fuck me to some former plaza that evening ! They fucked me until I was CUMpletely finished.

My swain and I had wanted sexual amusement and we were desperate to see uninhibited, angry, bodies—hot, deep fucking…unrestrained, CUMplete, CUMING.. We had found this especial nightspot and once inside had entered the secret room behind the wickedness curtain reserved for extra guests. We watched the aphrodisiacal entertainment. I was turned on by the appearance ( and boyfriend's finger-fucking during the creature act ) and I was persuaded to go on stage and participate.. The adult female attending me were a big help, boyfriend taking my bridge player at number 1, leading me to the leg, approvingly disrobing me, helping me lie prone, completely naked on a low work bench, legs splayed, cunt presented, whispering how moderately I was. The women could see my hesitation but also the lustful hungriness in my center, my drippage and pulsing cunt. While in the interview boyfriend had already fingered me to a whiteness heat. The women were reassuring and usher to me their parade of animals. First was that well-favoured 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 small donkey with the huge dangling rooster, also well-trained to finish me off. There was an audible gasp from the hearing when the Equus asinus appeared. I breathed deeply when I saw the foresightful rooster. I wondered where he had been taught how to bang a prone adult female but I had no clock time to think about things only to enjoy being filled and fucked. The women held me, smoothed my back, the shaft inserted then pushing deep. I arched and flexed and the fucking began. My bitch stretched in delight. A spasm of cock massaging all of me. I was a beast possessed by lust. There must have been 10 other couplet, my swain still holding my hand, well-nigh of them in stages of cuming and climax, the audience in one monumental aggregation of whispering and sighs at what they witnessed, while I was still aching for Thomas More thrust and groaning, having violently cum on the donkey's thick dick and my body writhing repeatedly as it fucked me to my depths and in patent view.

The donkey, the woman, the cock and cunt, the conjugation, male and female grunts and cries…we were copulating beast in a forest of lust. Finally I had laid there gasping for breath 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, thought of those things, my hand down the front of my garb, lifting it up. The air was fond but it was cool on me at my waist only arousing me more and I ran my hands up my thigh to my wet slit. I fingered and flexed and was building, my mind on that unsporting delicious Equus asinus. I had reached down during the act to find his moving donkey shaft pushing into my organic structure. I shivered on the swing as the low waves splashed up my legs. Now both hands were on myself. I needed a rooster and cocking and ass but I was alone on this special day.

Just then the doorbell rang, breaking the turn. darn ! Pushing down my apparel, hands on my face to cool down my emotions, I went to the doorway. 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 small fry were my stepchildren, I celebrated, and I opened the bundle with the handsome, tall FedEx man watching."You have a nice place,"he said."Thanks."and unwrapped the box he had brought."OMFG !"( Oh My shtup God ) I exclaimed. It was a very personal endowment : A bottle of wine-colored, a aphrodisiac Victoria enigma nighty and…in front of the delivery man…I removed a Dildo that was super sized in the embodiment of a domestic ass's cock…what are they thinking of these twenty-four hours ? …and the pitch man watching all this, too. I was blushing and hot again looking at it in the presence of this hunk.

talk of the town about embarrassed."This is my last delivery,"the FedEx man said. I had already gotten myself started on the golf stroke and here was this good-looking male of the species next to me. His comportment wasn't cooling me down any !"I have a boyfriend,"I said,"the software package was from him."“ I would think so,"he said pointing at the affair in the box.

I already was in such a country of embarrassment and rousing at this point I wasn't thinking. He boldly opened the vino, it was a hump top, how convenient, and we were soon sitting on the golf stroke looking out at the view in my backyard. The wine didn't add to my sense of decorum, nor did his arm around my shoulders, nor his toasting us to the day, not to remark his back talk on mine or his mitt 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 looking glass, putting it adjacent to mine on the table. We were all over each former now, the swing in total sway. He lifted me down on the rug, was between my wooden leg, his gasp at his articulatio talocruralis. My heart 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 bend and I was ready. I imagined that audience…me ranch open, consistence and snatch aflame…the looker-on whispering at the sight of my nakedness…my readiness…anticipation…

He started kissing me again, both our tongues at body of work. I felt guilty now, but only a footling. I was shamefaced and stimulated and would make a new titillating chronicle to assure when young man returned. Those stories meant hot sex ! It was too late for guilt anyway. My soundbox had taken charge of affair and I was lifting my cunt to find his"donkey"shaft, teasing, provoking it against my cunt mouth. 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 stage again in that sea of fucking. I lifted again, poised and fix and his hips flexed, his hands on my legs, pushing them all-encompassing and against my chest. I was so encompassing exposed, vulnerable, the air cooling system and then he entered me, pausing inside…I squeezed on his stopcock, 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 former as every section of him was in me now, this"fauna"was fucking me hard, thrusting deep, my puss, his cock in rhythm, milking my loins… he was very bad, holding me, fucking me in earnest, whispering with every thrust tone in my throat, I heard our sucking and fucking sounds, like the shepherd dog and, yes ! Like the donkey…they were in my mind ; and this creature was in my eubstance NOW !"Unh ! ... UNH !"We were grunting sexing creatures, our heat boiling over us..

He was holding my helping hand back, nooky, FUCKING, and I started to shake as he pounded and pounded some more, our soundbox joining, our material body on soma. My spit was thick, I opened my legs as widely as I could and then I grabbed him at his shank, pulling him into my body…then, one of my deary 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 swing, sipping the finally of the wine. I came back down, squeezing his sonant cock."Thank you,"I said and then thinking back to the door bell. Thinking :'There was no saving motortruck outside, only a decent car."Don't you have a obstetrical delivery truck ?"I asked. He started chuckling then leaned in to snog 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 section of it that was wrapped !"I hugged him, sentiment of my very naughty and thoughtful boyfriend. I would get even, if I could cipher a way ! ! In the meanwhile I was grateful he hadn't forgotten our particular 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 homecoming for respective Day. One more"thank you God !"

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