Episode 22: Boom BoXXX

Hearing soft romantic music attracted Margo Needy like a magnet. She hadn’t realized anyone was home tonight. Obviously, she was wrong. Looking out her bedroom window she discovered only Brian’s truck outside under the pole light along the circle drive. This type of music didn’t seem his style. Curiosity led her to slip on one of her favorite mini dresses minus any undies. This was the same dress she wore when they had all taken Elliot to the airport three weeks ago. She had been very lonely the last few hours, so perhaps Brian might scratch her itch. These itches becoming quite intense with each passing day. The term nympho was easily matched with her need to be loved.

Barefoot, she steps from her bedroom and finds the shock of her life. Dozens of tiny candles lit her way along the hallway, down two flights of stairs. A more vivid glow cascaded around her lower floor family room from the fireplace. Sitting in the dark upon her sectional was Brian Hancock nursing a beer and listening to of all things the singer Sade. He was wearing only boxers. stepping up behind Brian she leans on her arms over the sofa back and lets her hair dangle across his face and shoulders.

“You called?” She teases him with tempting fingernails sensually greeting his chiseled chest.

“Dance for me.”

“Mmm!” She eases away and tiptoes around the sofa and stands atop her large oak coffee table, instantly grinding her body in a sway of sensuality. Hands moved over her dress in butterfly flutters to caress her body. Thin straps are guided from her shoulders and left alone as her hands played amid her long brown locks. Ignoring the dress, it easily toppled to her chest reaching peaked nipples. Smooth Operator was certainly a perfect song to begin her emotional journey. Eyelids closed to feel the music she moves softly side to side allowing her hands to caress her chest, drawing her dress beyond her nipples to well below them. Again, ignoring the dress due to teasing her nipples with gentle tiptation, circling around her areolas, the dress slid ever so softly to her hips. As one song ends it moves directly into Sade’s Cherish the Day.

As the dress finally loses hold, it follows her legs to hit the table. Nude she continued her siren dance. She knew Brian wanted her badly, he always did, so kept her eyes closed for the duration. The journey was mesmerizing. Turning her back to him she offers a stimulating dance that gave him a stunning flesh song. Her butt cheeks swaying slowly as her hands return to her hair. Another song fades, leading into The Sweetest Taboo.

A chill overcomes her as she feels fingers trailing her legs and caressing her ass. She refused to end her dance and turn. Finally, she had no choice as a hand taunts her own into a slow erotic turn.

“Keep your eyes closed.” He tells her.

Obeying, she found his lips kissing her stomach, her hands moving to his scalp in loving adoration. Sensuality moves to her chest lightly nuzzling her nipples. Margo Needy was wet as hell. As Brian lingers, she sighs and whispers, “I adore you.”

No words reply, nor did she expect any. Lips move lower crossing her belly in a nomadic succulence. Now this is what Margo needed. To be romantically made love to. Drumbeats to the song Feel No Pain excites her hormones. She wanted nothing more than for him to take her to her fur rug below. In her loss of muscle control, she feels a weight step up behind her. Afraid to panic she endures the sudden appearance of a second set of hands. They were gentle, whishing her hair away from her neckline to kiss her neck just below the lobe of her ear. She melted. Had one of the other boys come home and joined Brian? Perhaps his brother Jeffrey had rode home with him and was here to surprise her like the other night. This was perfectly fine by her. The sensuality and the music were intertwined to offer a rash of passion. She did not wish to face reality. Eyes remain sealed.

In a loop the Sade songs begin again with Cherish the Day. In her trembling soul more hands caress her from the side, she tenses but smiles reluctantly. All of the boys were home. They wanted to show her a night of true passion.

When more hands rub her calves, she takes a deep breath. Five sets of hands. Fingers were roaming every inch of her. Kisses to her neck and stomach lead to warm exhales over her trickling pussy. A tongue upon her clit makes her head crane backwards at the bequest of intimate nerves.

Moans escape her amid rapid huffs of sensitivity. A hand palms her left cheek lovingly. That calculation in her mind, meant seven. “Oh, my God!” She barely whispers. The hands thumb lightly pulls at her lower lip making her reel within her pleasure centers. Overwhelmed, she now feels six sets of lips succulently roaming her flesh. So warm, so tender, so expectant.

As the music ends with the applause of a live track, silence falls. The hands and lips fade away to leave her shivering. She couldn’t take the abandonment and whispers, “Please.” A single hand cups her lower back and guides her forward into mighty arms, drawing her from the table into his clutches, holding her aloft as the music returns with Sade’s Your Love is King.

Margo clings to who she presumed to be Brian and wraps her arms around his neck. Her legs circling his hips, the boxers were long gone. A python cock taunted her thighs and lower belly. In a backwards motion he carries her to the sofa and sits down carefully. She falls into him with starving lips, locating his, for a steamy make out session. Her hips lovingly gyrating over his girth, labia molding about his crown to tantalize her. The song switches to Nothing Can Come Between Us. She couldn’t agree more. It truly was about faith and trust just as Sade spoke.

This meant keeping her eyes closed for the duration of this passion play. She does hear seats being taken all around her. Margo did not let it spook her. A hand leading to Brian’s cock guided him into her pussy as they kissed. He let her do all the work. Her gyrations deep and slow, lost in love making. Their kiss sweltering and emotionally charged. His hands roaming her back, pulling her closer to his chest, her massive tits crushing against rock hard pecs.

“I love you.” She manages between stealing his tongue fiercely.

Behind her found another soul kissing her shoulders. A single hand reacts by reaching over her shoulder to caress his scalp. A hand in her deep brown hair peels her kiss from Brian in favor of luring her into her intruder’s lips. A palm on her chin holds her in check to maintain his own passion, accepting him without a second thought. She does her best to continue riding Brian in the balancing act. With her body arching backwards she welcomes two more sets of lips to each side of her sucking upon her nipples. A gasp is lost within her lover’s mouth. A thumb lowered between her thighs softly rubs her clit amid her heartfelt thrusts. Brian was assisting her now with upward thrusts of his own.

Her muscles quaking, she knew she was closing in on an orgasm. Attention feeding upon Margo every step of her journey, she convulses and cums hard on Brian’s cock. The second she loses her mind the kisses and touches fade. Brian pulls her back and cradles her in his arms, burying his face in her throat with warm kisses. She clings with ushered whimpers of delight. Breathless, her hands palm his face as she claims his lips as her own. With strength unexpected Brian takes them from the sofa into a standing position and fucks her standing up. Her legs barely holding her to his hips, her arms around his neck. Surprisingly, he sways to the soft music and carries her around the coffee table to the fur rug before the fireplace. Lowering them carefully he sprawls her out onto her back and fuels her kiss to keep her motivated. She sighed and caressed his ribs and shoulder at the same time. After a balmy five minutes Brian rears to his knees and vacates her without even cumming. She nasally whimpered, “Nooooo! Don’t leave me.” He does regardless. In her soul she knew what that meant. One of the others would replace him.

Still denying her vision she awaits the outcome. She senses bodies surrounding her on the rug. Lips unite as a single force and devour her flesh in starving kisses and licks. Between her thighs a mouth frolics amid her labia, tantalizing then her clitoris. No fingers are inserted, merely a very amazing tongue that dug deep. She writhed in ecstasy at his talent, whomever it was. Uncaring at this point she relished in the swarm of lips sucking her nipples, her belly, her neck. None of them were being forceful, trying their best to be tender and devoted to her needs. Treated within minutes to a second orgasm she manages, “LOOOOOVVVVE MEEEEE!”

That they did.

Kiss after kiss greets her mouth. She passionately devoured each and fed with every ounce of her attentive desire. She knew by their kisses that not one of them were Eric, Cabot, or Heath. That meant Brian had invited new lovers. She found herself sad yet fulfilled. Feeling for all intent and purpose that Brian was whoring her out. If not for their tenderness she might retaliate, yet this whole ordeal felt wonderful. Why ruin a perfectly good fantasy fulfillment she thought. Still, Brian had indeed overstepped his authority. His anything goes rule should have at least been ran by her. In the future she would make herself clear concerning using her like this. Not wanting to make a scene and have these others be mad at Brian, she merely improvised that she most certainly loved their attention. Truth known, she did. A little too much. A lot! There would be no making herself clear.

Then came her first courter. Taking her missionary with a deep penetration, yet not bestial. She was still being made love to. Her swarm of kisses faded away yet again so that her invader could share intimacy with her all to himself. She gave it her all, her body caressing his, toes tickling the man’s hips and lower back as he slowly filled her hole with a deep admiration. Five minutes of melded passion, with a tremble her lover escapes her hole and fades away as if a ghost. Silence chills her soul.

Incoming, her next four in a row followed in sequence. Each spending quality time giving her even more in-depth orgasms. With each departure she would hear, “I love you.” whispered sweetly into her ear. She returned it with a hungered verse much louder, emotionally expectant of even more. As her final two join forces laying to each side of her, she is guided to her own left profile. As the man behind her lifts her leg gently, he scoots closer and claims her pussy from behind. The man in front of her outstretched kisses her throat and caresses her breasts with a sensitive roam of lightly touching fingertips. A third man whomever he was took the initiative to kneel between everyone and suck lightly upon her toes.

Margo Needy just could not get enough. Her vocalized words meant to coax more out of her gathering. “Thank you, Brian. I adore your friends. If I get this kind of treatment all the time you may invite them more often.” That led her paramours to usher their own response. She heard many things suddenly.

“I could make love to you every night.” to “You’re the most beautiful woman I know.” and “You deserve to be treated like a Goddess.” She most certainly agreed. Her eyes had no desire to open and view her lovers. The sensual attachment to their touch was enough. Let them come and go in the night without knowledge of her partakers. Her late husband Darryl would have been proud of her. It was almost as if she could hear applause. No, that was for Sade.

Why had Brian not replied? Had he left her to be preyed upon? Did it matter at this point? Not in the least. Margo was totally prepared for a long night. Eventually, her other roommates would return home from work and perhaps join this harem of men at her beckon call, she theirs. More desires spoken were in question, “Do you want more of this from us?” to “Shouldn’t you seduce us?” Her frontal attendee halts his kiss to her lips and merely caresses her hair. It was obvious they all required an answer.

“Yes. Love me as often as you like. Treat me as your Goddess. I will never deny any of you.”

“Should you seduce us?” Came the original reciter of the question, verbalized a second time.

“Is this what you all wish of me?” She whispers with a nibbled lower lip, listening intently. A unanimous, “Yes.” makes her smile. Before she could reply, her lovers claimed her breath and soul for another ten minutes, her orgasms met yet again in their tantalizing attempts at romance. In her sobering thoughts, she wondered only one thing ... why had none of them cum? She had not even heard a single climactic grunt. How disappointing. They deserved so much more than to go home without release.

As she lay trembling to more body attentive kisses, she hears footsteps coming down the stairs. A jingling noise of many bottles accompanied the new arrival.

“Anyone ready for a cold beer?”

It was Brian. In her adventure he must have indeed slipped away to get beer. Had he abandoned their home and left her to strangers? Surely not, it was a 14-mile round trip to Wildwood. He must have had them in the bed of his truck. Left unprotected did not settle well with Margo, yet she kept that too herself under all of her probing lips. Her pussy being eaten once again helped her thoughts avoid temperament. A long talk with Brian would wait until tomorrow.

Bottles were passed around and Margo found her courters abandoning her. Remaining vigil she caught her breathe and heard the men drinking, even toasting her. Brian himself decided to plop down and lay next to her twitching body. She knew it was him by his smug sigh.

“How are we feeling Momma Margo?”

“Delightful. You were not here when I thanked you.”

“Beer run. Figured I better blow out that army of candles before I caught my new home on fire.”

“At least you were thinking of my home, if not of me.”

She heard his reply as, “Love you too.” Taking his bottle of ice-cold beer Brian trails, it over her tummy, then up over each nipple. She shivers and arches her back with a hiss of pleasure at cooling her overheated flesh. “Keep your eyes closed.”

“Mmmmmm! That feels wonderful. I have no desire to open them up and face reality.” More men move in to swarm her with frigid coolness, ten bottoms of bottles sat upon her flesh until she yelps giggling at too much. “Now it’s coooooold.”

“Nips are full tilt.” Brian chuckles.

“They always are. Doctors’ orders.” She sighs heavily.

“Why do you still have your eyelids closed?” A man asks.

“Because I want to feel, not witness your love. I have no plans on opening them. I do hope you are all just getting your second wind. Why have none of you cum for me? I’ve had multiple orgasms tonight. Thank you by the way.”

“Best for last is all.” Brian chuckles.

“Oh?” Curiosity made her wetter than ever.

“Time for you to seduce them.” He nods to his friends who made their way over from various schools that he had encountered back in High School. Including his stepsister’s boyfriend Braedon Wilkes, let him explain it to Gwen, Brian wasn’t going to admit his being here, selfishly hoping they would break up anyway so that he could have her. Topic for another day.

“So, my love making is over?” She pouted.

“Landlady?” Brian sighed.

“Yes, my handsome tenant?”

“We gave you what you wanted. Your turn.”

“I see. Is this what you all want?”

“YESSSSSSSSSS!” A universal echo made her slowly sit up to regain circulation in her limbs.

“Brian? Do you have the stereo remote?”

“Close enough.” A man passes it over to him.

“Select track 1002.”

Brian utilizes the remote punching in her aforementioned code. As the song begins everyone raises their beers to salute her choice. That Sade stuff was getting annoying to the young bucks. It still got them what they wanted. Atmosphere meant everything. This new breath made the men call out “HELL YES!!”