Episode 16: Midnight Snack

Getting used to roommates that came home at all hours of the night kept Margo Needy on edge. While not so much due to noisy arrivals, but more along the line of were they going to their own bedrooms or crawling into her bed beside her? Better yet on top of her.

With her bedroom and bathroom doors removed by Brian Hancock, that gave them all easy access to cum and go as they pleased, an open invitation to ravage her body. It had only been barely over a week since the four amigos moved in, and thus far Margo had not slept a single night alone even once. Each night ranging from one to two of the boys devouring her. Definitely no complaints. Her lust rivaled theirs, possibly exceeding their youthful energies. Margo Needy could easily be a hellcat. If they weren’t all so sexually talented, she might have gone against the no boundaries rule. Her commitment to them offered much, Margo being openminded allowed her to explore her own deep-rooted desires.

Before, with her son Elliot living at home she might have never let any of these fantasies happen. Torn by the challenge of being a mother and being a slut in her private moments kept her mostly under control. The two personas were always there waiting to pounce. Reflecting back to the bonfire when she belly danced for well over 20 young studs, she had to contain herself. Elliot fortunately had drunk too much passing out. That alone allowed her thoughts to stray. She wanted fucked, but until Elliot was gone off to Paris, she remained inactive. Teasing sure, sex not until the boys moved in. With Eric wanting her to belly dance at a second fire there was no stopping her. Margo Needy was ready to cut loose. The Cougar was high on life.

In the gloom of darkness Margo lay atop her sheets anticipating whoever had just gotten home to infiltrate her bed, and her body. Eying her digital clock she realized that it had been over twenty minutes without so much as a shadow at her door frame, or a very vocal, “Spread those legs, MILF.” It weighed heavily on her as to why she hadn’t heard those favored words. Were the boys tired of her already? With a deafening sigh Margo pelts her pillow with a disappointed fist. Steamed by her expectations of going without she hisses, “Hell no!”

Tempted to crawl from her bed and prowl the house stalking her own prey, a bed to invade of her own seductions, a moment expires. Finally, just as she exhales at the top of her lungs, she hears footsteps creaking in the hall. Listening with bated breath she stared at her darkened doorway, too dark to even see a silhouette. It didn’t matter who it was, she adored all four boys. Her pussy ached at whichever young stud climbed in and made love to her. Eager, she rolls on to her back and teases her nipples with pinching fingers. Legs caressing each other sensually, inviting bypass. Sensing a presence at her door she flares her eyes, “It’s about time.”

The shuffle of clothing being removed excites her; a zipper lowered moistening her thighs. A hint of cologne storming her senses, she attempts to decipher the identity of her visitor. Her thoughts her own she shivers, “Brian? Definitely, Brian. Yesss! His dick is by far the biggest. Hurry Brian ... come to mommy.” A faint giggle she adds, “Cum in Mommy.”

Footfalls seem hesitant as the approach took its time. What had brought this on? Normally, any of them would leap in on top of her and manhandle her into whatever position they wanted her in. Maybe Brian was testing her, to see how badly she wanted him. Biting her lower lip carefully, she sits up on the edge of her mattress.

“Did I ... do something wrong?”

No reply, she stands up and reaches out to locate her lover. Mighty hands instinctively flutter over her arms moving downward to claim her wrists. A grip of steel holding her firmly, preventing bodily contact, her heartbeat raced at his rough response. As he encourages her with a pressure to kneel, she concludes what Brian was in need of. Following his lead she drops to her knees, her hands returned to her. Caressing and fondling his beast to a better life, she discovers his balls fuller than ever. Smiling in the darkness she craved the succulent juices within. Stroking the monster girth with both hands softly, she opts to seduce with a desirable tone.

“Do you like that? Mommy’s hands working on making you nice and hard? So, you can fuck this MILF pussy? I’ve missed you inside of me, filling me so full that you stretch me out.” She feels his body tense up as her palm greets his crown with a newfound sensitivity, using it as if unscrewing a bottle. His huffing made her whimper. She loved torturing men.

A hand in her hair offers a hint that she was appreciated. However, the longer she played with his beast the more her mind realized that this cock was not quite as large as Brian’s. Was she mistaken? It was close, but she knew Brian’s thickness. Feeling how tight he was now there was no mistaking the fact that this was not Brian Hancock. Sighing she suddenly did not care.

“Do you want me to suck this magnificent cock?” A caress to her cheek told her yes. Brian would also not be so tender. Definitely, not Brian. Did it matter? Without further ado, Margo Needy opened her mouth and swirled her taunting tongue around his crown. Instantly, she heard her first stimulated reaction in the form of a gasp. That alone made her excited. Lifting his cock alongside her face she leans forward to kiss and suck on those meaty reservoirs bulging over her chin, balls quivering along her lips. “They’re so full tonight. Are you here to offer me a midnight snack? Mmm! You taste delicious.”

A series of lengthy swathes, molding her tongue around his scrotum, she moves up over his cock’s foreskin. His limbs trembled each time she repeated her trail. The more he shook, the more she did the same routine. It made her crave his actions. His reactions. His softly expelled, “Fuck.”

“You like that, I can tell.”

Two more minutes of continuous tongue lashes Margo shocks him. Swallowing him as whole as humanly possible, his dick fed her throat with notable gags of pleasure. Again, his only nurtured word was, “Fuck.” That last version did sound like Brian. “Huh!” She kept her thought to herself. At this point it didn’t matter. Brian? Cabot? Heath? Eric? All equally desired. She refused to slow up her maddening throat thrusts.

As a growl intervened, his hands grip her by the hair, pulling her mouth from his cock. Lifted to her feet by both hands along her skull, she finds herself yanked into a smoldering kiss. One hand squeezing her breast, the other pulling her into him from her lower spine. She enjoyed the kiss immensely.

Palming his face, she discovers stubble. Someone needed a shave. She out rules Cabot and Heath. Both had either shaved earlier for her to take notice or had a full-on goatee. Eric too had facial hair that was longer than this. Brian was the only one it could be. Strange indeed.

In a fit of testosterone Margo finds herself escorted backwards until her legs touched her mattress. Burly hands on her hips Margo’s feet left the floor, launched like a ragdoll atop her blankets. She squealed at the strength he possessed.

“GOD YES! Be forceful.” She begged. Crawling over her, he grips her legs by the inside thigh, prying them to accommodate his intrusion. A mighty cock torments her labia, until locating a trickling hole. Plunging deep and hard Margo lets out a wail.

“GIVE IT TO ME.”

Intentions good he fucked the holy hell out of MILF Margo. Fierce snarls led to dragging her legs up over his shoulders for a downward punishment, breathe over breathe fanning the inferno of lust between them. Her screams woke the entire house. Hearing voices in the darkness she realizes Eric and Brian in the distance. Who was this then? Cabot was never this rough. Heath hardly ever able to keep quiet. Her thoughts explode with excitement. “OH MY GOD!! WHO AM I FUCKING?”

Destroying her emotions beneath bestial torment she truly didn’t care who this was. All she knew was this man was offering her an intense orgasm. It was going to happen, only seconds away, no stopping it.

“FUCK MEEE! Don’t stop. DON’T STOP! Oh my fucking God ... yesssssssssssssssss.”

Hearing her instruction approaching insanity, her body tensing, then quaking, tensing harder, her lover hit it more dedicated than ever. Nails digging into his back he let out a bellowing acceptance.

“I’m going to cum inside you.”

“Do it. DO IT!” She yelped clinging to him. Together they shared a geyser mating with a volcano. He shot four rapid fire rounds deep into her, each shot enticing her back to arch upward to greet his firepower with a concurred affirmation.

“HELL YES!” He roared, fucking her another five minutes, her chaotic convulsions along for the ride. Margo couldn’t even form a coherent thought at that point, all she could do was squirt her thanks time and time again. Bed soaked she clung to him with every twitch her body could fulfill. Just as the rendezvous drew to a collapse of willpower, the lights came on blinding both lovers. Eyes covered by her arm she continues her spasm. It took a bit to regain her senses. Afraid suddenly to look at her lover she shields her gaze a moment longer.