Episode 10: Pro Motion

Margo Needy needed to blow off steam. After her dizzying sexual encounters with new roommates Eric Crowe, Brian Hancock, and Cabot Ross, those that she had secretly made separate deals with the Devil’s themselves, she was both stoked and scared. Having slept on the deals to remain quiet and not let on that each of them had already had her, nerves were tensing up. Not from any fear of her actions being wrong, but of her desire to take it further once all four of the boys found out about the other. She loved teasing, she loved sex, but in the end where would her life go beyond that arena?

Even though she did have the freedom to make her own decisions, she did promise them to stay on course, play the long game, drive each friend crazy before giving in to them all completely. She knew very soon that all four men would be fucking her more often. She couldn’t wait, yet she would. Even she found it erotic to make them crave her. Keeping them at bay was almost more fun than submitting. Not really. Fortunately, only Heath Talbot was left on the list.

No poolside treadmill today. No cardio bike in her indoor fitness room. Today Margo needed fresh air and sunlight. Her property line bordered wilderness here in the Pocono Mountains of Pennsylvania. Over their years living out here she and her late husband Darryl Needy had carved a foot path through the timber in multiple directions, for at least a weekly ritual of long-distance running. She if not Darryl when he was on the road coaching. Busy schedules limited more than that. Darryl was always on the move making a name for himself with championships. Sadly, it was the highway that took his life. In his honor Margo would still run every week in a three-mile circle back to their home, sometimes more to still her boredom. The wildlife was so relaxing. It gave her plenty of time to plan and sort out her emotions.

Alone with four young men was exhilarating even without the sex. Their desires feeding into her secretive passion to tease and flaunt. Eric Crowe was an incredible young lover. Being 31, with 32 just around the corner, and all four of the boys being 19, made her embrace the term, Cougar. She couldn’t care less what anyone might think of her. Besides that, she really had no one in her life outside of her son Elliot, now overseas. These four strapping young lads ready to fulfill her every fantasy was orgasmic. She intended to keep them begging for more.

Her round trip run left her drenched in sweat, her tight white tank nearly see-through over her gloriously perky 40D’s. There was no hiding her nipples, thick, meaty, and delectable, they were just plain perfect. Add that to Margo’s loose white matching shorts with lace undies beneath them, the visual was breathtaking. Too bad the boys were all working today, with the exception of Heath Talbot that is. This was his sole day off from painting houses. As she ran past his beater Nissan Xterra, she slowed pace at her front porch steps. Breathing heavy she chose to sit down on the steps, stretching back on her elbows, and enjoy the morning.

Feeling a fanny pack on her hip vibrate she knew that she had a text. Unless it was Elliot, she had very few callers, let alone texts. Until the boys moved in. Now each of them checked on her faithfully. That and to flirt a bit. Most generally she kept her replies clean in order to maintain her guise as a reluctant landlady. This text was from Eric at least, of the four he was the most courteous. He whom bedded her yesterday, her third conquest of four.

“Heath home?” Eric wondered.

Heath had moved in late the night before instead of on his day off. He just wanted to relax without exertion. He was going to exert more than he anticipated very soon.

“Yes. I’m just getting back from a run. Unsure if he’s asleep or up.”

“Tease him hard. No sex.”

“Of course, I will.” She types giggling. “You really should just lay low and let me do my thing Mr. Crowe.” It was really her choice in what she did, her deal was only meant to keep them quiet until she had seduced them all, then breaking to each that she was the ringleader in this house. The landlady would set her foot down afterwards. Or at least try.

“Right. Sorry Margo.”

“Don’t be sorry. I would prefer you never apologize again.” She had told all of them that very same thing over and over, “Always say what you mean.”

“Ok. I miss my dick inside you MILF.”

“And I miss having it inside me. Soon enough. Let me terrorize your friends a bit longer.”

“Do it. See you around 7:00. Wear something sexy.”

“Just for my four young studs.” She smiles nibbling her lower lip. “Until then...” Ending her text she hops up and makes her way inside. Entering the house, she kicks off her tennis shoes by the door and prowls the home in her socks, her first stop to quench her thirst with a tall glass of ice water.

With the heat index breaking all the rules she truly wanted to turn on the central air. Gravitating toward the thermostat she considers both the positive and the negative. Money was tight even with the boys having just paid rent. All of their money needed to be set back to pay the property taxes which were astronomical with an estate this large. Darryl’s life insurance payout was almost exhausted, including the money he had contractually earned through the university. The boys opted to band together to keep the internet and satellite dish cable active. That was nice of them.

Cabot had volunteered to pay the extra power to run the air until she showed him a year-old bill when the air was in use. The staggering number made him change his mind. He wasn’t making that much money even if the boys split the extra charges four ways. Fans and open windows it was. Margo was barely hanging on. She knew that sooner or later she would have to sell everything off, now she almost regretted selling off an inactive RV that sat next to the eight-car garage until this past fall when she sold it to stay afloat. She could have lived in it but no not anymore. Darryl’s antique cars out in the garage, memorabilia, all of it might have to go. It was a horrible thought to explore.

Cabot had mentioned that she should turn the estate into a Bed and Breakfast. While an interesting option, again the money to renovate the place to accommodate the weekend rentals had to come from somewhere. Her not working meant most banks would consider her a high risk. Even with her resume and being the widow of a well-regarded college coach, and high paid athlete in his youth.

Old contacts from her modelling days were offering her small favors but sadly in the world of fashion, she even only at 31 was outdated. Looks or no looks, nobody knew who she was anymore. All because she chose to be with Darryl and Elliot fulltime. She didn’t regret her decision, Elliot was her pride and joy, adopted or not, he was hers. Now he was gone from her life as well. All she had left was this estate, and four studs to occupy her time. For now, that was enough.

“I need a shower.” She eyes her sweat stains. Even her beautiful mane was frazzled. Prying herself away from that evil, tempting thermostat she headed upstairs. Reaching the top of the stairs she passed by each of the spare bedrooms that the boys had to pick from. At Elliot’s room she opened his door and looked inside. Just seeing some of his things made her tear up. It had only been a little over a week now since he had gone off to study in France, yet it seemed like a year. Regretfully she had to close the door before bawling her eyes out. She didn’t even want to recall what Cabot revealed to her about her very own son’s crush on her. That information was best left as unheard of.

Finding Heath Talbot’s door open she snuck a peek inside expecting it to be in disarray. Not even a pop can sitting anywhere. It appeared all of the boys were the closest thing to being neat freaks that any woman could ask for. She was proud of them. That was one of her biggest fears, that they would trash the place. Respect went both ways it appeared.

“I wonder where Heath is?” With two extra bathrooms upstairs outside of her own private on suite, she found both to be unoccupied. Again, the restrooms were spotless. Did they hire a maid? Shrugging, she started for her own bedroom when she heard the creaking of footsteps. Down at the far end of the upstairs hallway was Darryl’s private office. Surely, Heath had not entered without permission. Eyes narrowing, she shuffles toward the office and finds the door ajar. Listening she hears the sound of paper being sorted through. What the hell? Tempted to barge in and order him out she hesitated. Suddenly, she hears Heath mumbling.

“Fuck she’s hotter now than she was in her 20’s.”

Surprised by his comment she realized that Heath had found the magazines of Margo’s modelling days that Darryl kept on exhibit along with his other trophies. She hoped that Heath hadn’t dug deeper and found other things that Darryl had hidden away to prevent Elliot from ever finding them. Darryl adored Margo and the beauty that she exuded. Unknown to most, Darryl rather liked showing off his wife in private adventures. Weekends away where Margo often did things, she might not have found pride in, but Darryl did. Pride in her. She ... evolved and greedily grew to enjoy it. The sex with others at Darryl’s command was incredible. Serving Darryl made her ecstatically happy. Then ... he was gone. As was her fun, her desire to do things without him ended that day. Only raising Elliot and breathing was important.

That was then, this is now. Should she step in and scold Heath for his snooping? The office was off limits unless she was in there first, like the day Eric stepped in. Lingering a bit longer she heard the distinct sound of a zipper. Brows rising out of suspicion, she hugged the threshold awaiting further sounds that came quicker than expected. The shushing noise of pants dropping she predicted, the soft crushing noises of leather being sat on, obviously the sofa residing toward the center of the office, where Darryl would often nap. More paper noises led to another transition of low spoken words.

“Goddamn she makes my dick hard.”

Margo couldn’t resist smiling, she loved to be the center of attention, to be lusted over. She would wait awhile longer before busting him. The longer she stood there the further she realized that Heath was jerking off to her pictures. Hearing soft moans, she nibbles a nail and tries peeking through the crack along the door hinges. With the sofas back against her sightline all she could witness was the top of his head and a bit of the magazine he was holding before him. She really hoped that he wouldn’t ruin the magazine, they were hard to find in order to ever be replaced. The more she stood there that risk was going to be inevitable. Ever so carefully Margo eased the door open enough to enter unnoticed, silently returning it to appear how he left it.

“I want to fuck you so bad Margo.” Heath hissed jerking off like a madman. She tiptoed behind the couch back and hovered there, leering over it to see his cock in hand.

“Good lord!” Her eyes flared, “His cock is bigger than Eric’s. Definitely not Brian’s though. Brian’s a God.” Even with Brian on her thoughts she found herself glued to watching Heath be rough on his beast.

“Spread those legs bitch.” He huffs making her poise a brow at being referred to as a bitch. She rather liked that nickname. Funny that the photo he was looking at had nothing to do with sex, it was only lingerie in a standing pose.

“I wonder what Eric might want me to do in this case. Or Brian and Cabot.” She nibbles her bottom lip yearning a bit for the cock before her. She was her own woman, yet she agreed with the other three to abstain from sex with the others until later and merely tease harder than hell. Of course, that promise was long broken. Something she could lie about and come clean later. Not that she regretted fucking Eric, but even he was intended to be only tempted. They all were. Her hormones got in the way every time. After hours with Eric, she even seduced Brian and Cabot a second time because of her insatiable appetite. Neither Brian, nor Cabot knew of her with the other. Everything was going so very perfect.

“This is my show.” She heard him arrogantly hiss, “I do what I please and you will like it.” Puckering her lower lip at his authoritative response she trembled. For a brief moment it was as if his voice was Darryl’s from beyond the grave. He would often speak to her in such ways.

Slithering her jogging shorts down to her toes she steps out of them. Wearing red lace panties, she stood behind him avidly tempted to acknowledge her presence, holding her tongue awhile longer. Instead, Margo chose to run her fingers down her panties and touch herself. It did not take long to stimulate her sensitivity, her legs shaking. Switching hands within to enable herself to taste her juiciness, she worried that her perfume might be noticed, but so far, his mind was lost to anything other than masturbating. In her trembling stature she lifts her tank up to expose and play with her left nipple. All he would need to do was look back and he would see her.

“Oh my god!” She expressed desire, “Riding that cock would be wonderful.”

“That’s right, ride that cock you sexy MILF.” Heath’s words struck her like a bolt of electricity, as if he had read her mind, combined with the other boys’ favorite nickname for her ... MILF. She rather enjoyed that term too. Her tortured clit lost fingers in favor of insertion. Hiding her moans through tightly pressed lips she let him make all the racket. He was getting close to firing off a massive load, enforcing deep guttural grunts between playful words.

“Even with smaller tits you were gorgeous.” He grumbles. She agreed, although she preferred her amplified additions. These monsters attracted so much more attention. Something that Darryl wanted from her. He loved showing her off to other men, making them envy him every single time. “I’d love to smell your panties.”

“So wet.” She melts at her own touches, eyelids quivering at wanting to cum herself. Wait Margo, wait, she told herself.

Heath tilts his head back against the cushion, his eyes closed for a moment as he lowers the magazine resting it on the cushion beside him. Eying it and his closed eyes she considers mischief. Deciding then and there to take her red panties off and slyly reach over without putting noticeable weight on the couch to retrieve her magazine and replace it with her lace panties. This would definitely inform him of her entrance. Managing to escape without detection she held her breath trying not to laugh. This would be priceless.

“Fuck! I just want to make love to you so freaking bad Margo. NO! I WANT TO BREAK YOUR WILL AND MAKE YOU MY SLUT.” He growls. In his duress he reaches for the magazine for one last dream visual before unloading, his hand settling on the panties. Looking up, then over at the unexpected source of what he was touching, his eyes bulge. “What the hell?”

Before he can react, further Margo reaches out over the sofa back and palms her hands over his eyes. “If you resist me, I’ll kick you out.” She whispers.

“Margo?” He whimpers turning his head from side to side with her blinders along for the ride. He could smell the scent of pussy on her fingertips. The wetness on the bridge of his nose. Even the possibility of getting pink eye was worth it in the moment.

“Keep stroking.” She prompts him.

“You’re not mad I’m ... fantasizing about you?” His earlier egotism relaxed out of fear that she might boot him out before he had the chance to enjoy her. Ego shut the hell up. Not forever, but at this moment in time.

“Hardly. Do it whenever you feel the need.”

“Shit! I’m kind of embarrassed now.”

“Put my panties to your nose and keep stroking Mister Talbot. Do not look back at me.”

“So awesome.” He lays back allowing her to relax her arms, her hands still over his eyes. Placing her freshly worn panties to his nostrils he inhales, then sighs loudly, “CHRIST YOU SMELL GOOD.”

“I taste even better. However, that is not in the cards.” She directs, then realizes her fingers were still damp from fingering herself, “Well, maybe a sample. Open your mouth.” He does, allowing her frolicking hand to place fingers on his tongue. She gets a case of the chills as he licks her fingertips. Like a starving child he sucks on them holding her firmly between tightly pressed lips. “Do you like that, Heath?” His feverish nod spoke volume. “Good. Now cum for me.” She watches his hand destroy his cock, his crown staring up at her as if winking its gratefulness. Two minutes later Heath Talbot detonates a creamy stream of several missiles out over his abs and pecs.

“Don’t open your eyes.” She releases him, claiming both of her hands to stand up. Sensually she lifts her tank top up over her head and off. Margo Needy was now only wearing socks. Reaching back over the couch, her breasts crush against the cushion, fingers running through his hair.

“I knew you wanted us.” He chuckles, keeping his eyelids sealed to enjoy her travels.

“I never said I didn’t. Now that Elliot isn’t here I don’t have to behave like a dedicated mother. Do not read into what I’m doing here Heath. I’m merely offering what I’m willing to give. Think otherwise? It’s your fantasy, not mine.”

“I’m good with whatever you offer.” He laughs nervously. For now! Taking what he wanted was eventually going to happen if he had his way. Biding his time, he would offer her what she wanted to hear.

“That goes for both of us.” Her hands leave his scalp and massage his shoulders, “I do believe I owe you this massage. You gave me one on the way to see Elliot off.”

“You like my massage in the truck?”

“Of course.”

“I almost had your tits out twice.”

“Yes, almost. That was fun.” Her hands slide from his shoulders over his chest, nails teasing his flesh. In the process his wet milky cum is gathered up on her fingertips, as one hand leaves his chest. Licking her fingertips of his leftovers she closes her eyes and moans, “You have a minty taste.”

“You just tasted my jizz? HELL YEAH! Plenty more on my cock if you...”

“Shhh! Take what I offer, not what you demand.”

“Right!” That did not settle well with his ego but this early he let it slide,” Sorry! God, I love you, Margo. Coolest MILF ever.” Play on her emotions Heath, you’re the man.

“Thank you, Heath. I’m ... going to enjoy having you boys ... around.”

“Oh, fuck.” He huffs hearing her sensuality taunting him. His hand returned to his cock reviving what little erection he had lost in talking.

“That’s a good boy. You should keep it that big all the time.”

“Bet on that after today.” He sighs.

“Heath?” She whispers.

“Yeah?”

“Can I trust you not to look at me, or do I need to blindfold you?”

“Tough question. I want to see you.”

“Not allowed. Like Medusa of myth, if you look at me, I’ll make you a garden gnome on my front lawn. That would not nearly be as much fun as staying under my roof. Now, would it?”

“No. I want to stay here with you.”

“Blindfold?”

“No. I’ll keep my eyes sealed. I swear.”

“Failure is not an option Mister Talbot.”

“Fuuuuucckk! Give me a blindfold.”

Giggling she takes her panties from him and pulls them over his face. Being lace and see through she adds her tank top over them for an added bonus. If he could see through both garments, it would be a silhouette at best. The room was gloomy offering an untimely assist.

“There! Return to your stroking.”

As he grumbles over being blinded, she steps around the sofa and moves the other magazines of her photo shoots from the coffee table. Taking a seat directly across from him she props her heels on the sofa cushion between his legs. Rubbing toes along his upper thighs made him tremble.

“Tickles.” He moans faintly.

“Your balls look full. How is that possible after cumming so much already?” Her toes taunt his scrotum shifting them about.