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Maggie Makes Some New Friends (M+F oral anal stroke)
Copyright © 2001
(the beginning of a series - perhaps.)
Do you think the feminists will come after me if I admit that I like it that men whistle when I walk by? Oh, it doesn't happen every day, but when it does, a small thrill goes through me. I've always wondered what the men would do if you turned around and said, "Okay, let's go somewhere private." Well, last week I found out.
We moved into a new subdivision a little while ago, and some of the homes are still being built. When vacation time came up, I spent most of it unpacking stuff. My husband had to leave town on business, so not only was I bored, I was starved for a little human contact. You can only unpack boxes for so long before you need a change. Anything else.
By Thursday I just couldn't take it anymore. I decided even a walk around the neighbourhood would be preferable to more unpacking. I took a quick look at what I was wearing, and decided that the shorts would do, but changed into a clean tank top before going out. It was kind of fun looking around at all of the homes in various stages of construction. And I even got a bit of an ego boost when I passed by one of the half completed homes. There were four or five men sitting on the front porch, taking a smoke break I guess. They managed to take a couple of seconds to throw a few wolf whistles my way.
Now, that maybe doesn't sound like a big deal to most of you. After spending almost a whole week alone though, it was music to my ears. Normally I would have just walked on by, maybe giving a small smile or something. That day though, I don't know what came over me. I wanted more. More what? Damn, I don't know what I was thinking.
The guys were shocked as hell when I jumped up on the porch and asked for a smoke. So surprised, that I had to ask a second time before one of them fished out a cigarette and handed it over. Where there had been a little talking before, there was only silence now. Feeling a little mischievous I decided to have a bit of fun.
"So you think I'm sexy, do you? Or do you whistle at all the women who pass by?"
Now, I knew it was the latter, but I figured they wouldn't admit it. I was right. A couple of shamefaced looks, but all of them made a point to tell me how sexy I was. I couldn't let them off the hook that easily though. I picked one of them at random and walked up closer to him. He actually wasn't such a bad looking guy. With a shower, and being stretched out nude on my bed, he'd be more than acceptable.
I honestly couldn't believe how bold I was being. I took one of his hands and placed it on my breast, encouraging him to touch me. I leaned forward and kissed him briefly on the cheek as I felt his hand exert a little more pressure.
"Oh yes baby, that's it. Too bad it's so public here. Your mouth would feel so much better than your hand, wouldn't it?"
I could see the glances passing between them. Finally, the guy groping me suggested that we could go inside the house. I nodded and started to follow him inside. As we went through the open front entrance I turned slightly and suggested that maybe they would all like to join us. The look on their faces was priceless. I don't know why that surprised me since even I hadn't done anything quite so bold before.
Yes, I had effectively just invited five men to gangbang me in a half-built house. And the prospect had made me wetter than I'd ever been. As we went further back into the house I started pulling my tank top over my head. Since I hadn't worn a bra, my breasts were now completely exposed to their admiring stares. My ample tits sag just a little, even at 25, but I always think proudly that it just shows that they're real. My nipples have always been very sensitive, and they were hard as a rock as my anticipation built.
Once we were far enough into the house that we couldn't be seen from the street, I stopped and undid the button on my shorts. The guys just stood their gawking as I pulled down the zipper and peeled off the shorts, tossing them aside. I leaned over a nearby sawhorse and spread my legs wide apart, hoping someone would take the hint.
I didn't have to wait long. One of the men came up behind me and shoved rough fingers into my cunt. Wet as I was, they still came as a bit of a shock. He started fucking me with his fingers and I couldn't hold back the moans of desire. He stopped for a moment and pulled me away from the sawhorse, pushing me down onto the wooden floor. His hands held me, as if he were afraid I would leave, while he fumbled with his zipper. I watched over my shoulder as a very hard looking cock sprang free. Seconds later the fiery head was shoving into my pussy, taking over where his fingers had left off.
One of the other men had undone his trousers and stood before me. His hands pulled at my head, bringing my mouth within inches of his rigid prick. I licked my lips and took it into my mouth, feeling the throbbing shaft plunge deep into my mouth. I gagged a little as his cock hit the back of my throat, but his next stroke was a little shallower, more comfortable for me. I could hear some of the other guys arguing about whose turn it was. I wanted to tell them it didn't matter, that I'd take them all on. I couldn't though because of that lovely cock pumping in and out of my mouth.
It seemed like some kind of agreement had been reached. The man fucking me from behind pulled out for a moment, and rough hands dragged me from the guy I was sucking. Another man lay down on the ground while someone helped lift me over him and impaled me on his cock. It was much bigger than the guy I'd been fucking minutes before, almost uncomfortably big. Well, only for a few strokes. While I was moving up and down on him, another cock was shoved in front of my face. I sucked it happily into my mouth, my tongue slipping around it as he pumped in and out of my lips.
The cock pressing against my asshole shocked me. I almost never let my husband fuck me there. It just never seemed right. I couldn't object though because, well, you know, my mouth was full. I'll admit, it felt wonderful, two cocks buried deep inside of me while I sucked on a third one. I could see the other two guys standing to the side, stroking their cocks slowly. I realised that they were the second shift. That they would continue fucking me when their friends had finished. Just that idea was enough to make me come. Not that I think anyone really noticed. They guy fucking my cunt might have felt it a little, but the tightness of having two cocks in me likely made it harder to tell.
Just then, the man fucking my ass pulled out and his warm semen pulsed over my ass. There was almost no break in the action when he was pushed aside and another cock filled my asshole. I didn't have time to think as the guy fucking my mouth came. I managed to swallow most of it, but some pushed out past my lips and ran down my chin. The last guy took his place, presenting another cock for me to suck.
I'd lost all concept of time. The man underneath me reached his limit and his come shot into my already sopping pussy. The guy whose cock I was sucking didn't last very long. He must have been very close when I started, although when he came, the amount of semen seemed massive. I missed almost all of it when he pulled out, sending most of it shooting over my face. I could focus now completely on the cock pounding in and out of my ass. How I could have ever thought this wasn't right, I don't know. It seemed just perfect.
Oh yes, hard, pounding flesh ramming in and out while I cried out in ecstasy. Made even better by four men watching me getting fucking in the ass, and loving it. When this last man came I was almost disappointed, knowing it was over. One of them helped me up, and I stood there feeling glorious. There was come on my face, my neck, my ass, and running down my legs. I'd just never felt so alive though.
With a quick smile I retrieved my clothes and managed to get them on over my hot sticky flesh. I don't remember if I said anything before I left. I do know that I walked proudly back to my own home, not even concerned if someone saw me. I didn't even take a shower right away. I just lay in bed reliving the experience over and over in my head. I wasn't sure who, but I just had to tell someone.
I'll tell you about that later on ... I promise.