Cougar House Ch 07 Headlock

Waking up in another man's arms seemed strange to Margo Needy, it had been a while. Not since her late husband Darryl had she felt so relaxed and cozy. Having slept with nineteen-year-old Cabot Ross all night after they had showered together. they both talked until they passed out. Margo first having dosed up on muscle relaxers. The scent of a man left her speechless as she inhales his chest, palming his muscular pecs to feel his heartbeat. Afraid to move her head for fear of waking him so early, her eyes look up to see him lying there with an arm over his eyes. Smiling she nestled in for another twenty minutes.

In her relaxed state her mind was all over the place. Having heard and seen many new revelations yesterday she didn't know what to make of things. Firstly, knowing for a fact all four of her son's former classmates fantasized about her made her the happiest she had been in a year. Her grieving period was over after losing Darryl to his car crash. With her son off in France that allowed Margo to explore new options. Loneliness was not going to keep her down. Not anymore. Cabot had given her hope. Not that she wanted more than he gave her yesterday, but what he did offer was incredible. She had never experienced so many orgasms in a given day. That was a lie, but it was fun to think of it as true. Just thinking about his loyalty her eyes sparkled with a newfound zest.

Curious, she carefully pinches the sheets on Cabot's bed, which covered them from the light chill of the night. Lifting the sheet, she discovers morning wood. Eyes marveling at his girth she feels a sudden urge. Easing away from his armpit she begins kissing his chest. Light tender compressions moved lower with each planted wetness. As her journey continued, he stirred a bit making her pause. Holding her breath smiling, she waits to see if he would wake up. With no further activity she returns to her quest. Reaching his pubic hair, she rubs her cheek in its softness and eyes his magnificent cock, peering up at its swagger inch by inch until seeing the thick crown above.

Scooting her body lower without jolting him she nuzzles his cock with her nose and dares to kiss it. His body trembled at her approach, which meant he was waking up. Before he could officially discover the truth of the matter, she opens her mouth wide and swallows four inches of a magnificent seven. That made him revive. As the sheet lifted away from her concealment, she found herself refusing to look at him. His hand caressing her hair was enough appreciation. Margo Needy wanted to make Cabot happy. His cock growing thicker in her throat made her suck on him that much harder, her left hand moving down to cup his balls, fingers kneading at them. They were full even after a night of many detonations.

"That's it mom. Suck that cock." She winces at the term mom. Technically, she was not even old enough to be his mother. Sinking her teeth into his meaty cock made him chuckle. "Okay! Point made. You're in a good mood this morning."

"You make me happy. I hope that you all do." She lets up to sigh, then flicking her tongue over his urethra.

"Let's not talk about my buddies right now. Focus on me."

"I intend to." She puckers her lips over his crown as she stares up at him with mischief. As she slowly draws in his cock, she winks at him. At five inches she chokes slightly. Seeing this Cabot gets bold and palms her skull and encourages her to take him deeper. She turns beat red as he holds her firm. Glorious was the word of the day. Her mind worshiped his forceful expectation.

"That's right Wonder Woman. Take all seven inches." He comments imagining Gal Gadot whom Margo distinctly resembled sucking him off. She didn't resist, he could tell she was quite happy that he was forcing her deeper. Her tonsils out as a child was her only savior, allowing more room to devote her throat to accommodate his lengthy beast. He didn't care if his aggression ruined this moment, he wanted to see if she would get mad. Testing her was his only way to know how far he could push her. So far so good. At six inches he nods, "Almost there. You can do it."

Doing her best, he also found her grip on his balls increasing. The feel was really unpleasant. She was getting even. He toughed it out sneering at her. She gagged and struggled a bit but dammit she made him proud. Releasing her head, he waited to see if she would rush to escape his torture. Shocking him she held firm and moaned the best she could. Nodding his respect, he brushes the hair from her eyes.

"Never give up. Always make me proud of you." He dared to sound with authority. For a brief instant she envisioned Darryl the one to tell her that. Hearing his attempt at praise she squeezes his balls even tighter and starts sucking him off with vigor. Losing three inches only to force her throat full again time after time. His throbbing veins on her tongue was building up her desire to finish him off. As he approved, a distraction came over the phone. Pointing at her to keep going he looks at his cell.

"It's Brian. Don't stop." She had no intention of stopping until she drained him dry, curious if he would brag or keep his word, she narrowed her eyes.

"Mornin' Bro. Yeah, I slept like a baby. Little weird in the new room and not my own bed but until I can borrow your truck to move mine it will do. Margo? She and I made a frozen pizza. She took some muscle relaxers and went to bed. No, I didn't sneak into her bedroom. Dude! Like I told you we have to show her respect, or she won't let us stay long. I know Bro. I want to fuck that MILF too. All in good time." She smiled with her mouth full choosing to rise and remove his monstrosity from her throat in favor of licking his foreskin to make him crazy as he talked. "When are you coming out with your stiff? Stuff!"

Listening he decides to put him on speaker to let her hear his words. She paused as she heard Brian's voice. "Leaving here in an hour. I'm bringing my own bed. I hope there's room for a King. Just think Bro we can all pile in on my bed and destroy that MILF's holes."

Her eyes flare at the possibility, while Cabot winced. "Don't push things. This has to progress slowly Bri. One wrong move and we hit the road."

"Not once she has a taste of my footlong."

The flare becomes a look of sheer terror. Cabot frowns and shows him through measuring hands that Brian really meant 9 inches, maybe 10. In reality that hardly spooked her. Realizing it sounded awkward he points at Margo with a scrutinizing glare. She shrugged and continued swirling her tongue around his crown. That made his gaze soften up.

"What time you gotta work at the restaurant today?" Brian asked.

"Noon to 8:00. She's all yours, until then." He sticks his tongue out at her. In response she bites his crown showing teeth and uses her ivories to crease back and forth over the bridge of his crown. Teeth gnashing, he tensed up and feigned stretching to counter his groan.

"I'll watch myself Cabbie. Might need help carrying my bed upstairs though."

"I'll help Margo take the old bed out of your room. After I help you carry yours up, I'll have to hit the road." The chat grew boring, so Margo intensified her torture by sucking his dick really fast. Between her mouth thrusting down and her grip on his balls he was resisting hard to avoid moaning. His happy ending was coming quick.

"Dude, you sound breathless. Are you working out?"

"Yeah, using my dumbbells while we talk." He made excuses.

"You should tag Margo and get a real workout."

"That would be awesome but not gonna happen. Someday maybe." She runs her free hand up over his belly trailing her nails back toward her to make him even more edgy.

"I keep watching that shower video of her. Man, how I'd love to fuck her up against that shower wall. Damn that steam obstructing our view." Without pausing her starvation quest Margo winced, she now had her answer. As if watching that video with Cabot last night was not confirmation enough. She had a hunch Brian had been in her room.

"It sucks." Cabot points at her smirking, she nearly snorted at his pun. "I watch it a lot too. I love how she got off on that shower wand. I still don't know how you snuck in there to film her and not get busted. Even more how you found that shaving cream under her sink to use on Elliot's bed."

She lifts away sneering at Cabot before whispering, "I knew he did that."

Cabot puts a finger to his lips to quiet her, she swiftly returned to tormenting his cock. Deeper and faster this time Cabot nearly drops his cell as he arches his back.

"I know, right?" Brian laughs, "I even went through her underwear drawer and sniffed every pair of panties she had in there."

Margo growls at her suspicions being true. How could she trust a snoop? She now knew better than to leave any valuables around. Regardless, she adored the cock in her throat. Someday soon she would scold Brian Hancock for being nosey. Once her games were over and they all knew what the others had done with her, she would enforce some rules. Hopefully, they listened to her.

"You're crazy. Don't be doing that once you move in. She has to trust us if we're going to remain living here with her."

"I know that. I just couldn't resist. It wasn't like I was casing the joint to rob her blind. Dude! I like Margo too. Even though I want to eat her ass out, I'll always respect her for being who she is."

"Same here Bri. Listen I want to snooze a little longer before you drive out." Cabot needed to cum.

In response to that Margo wags her finger in a negative manner. She wanted to make him climax over the phone. He offered her an evil glare then set his cell aside on the mattress. Placing his hands behind his head he embraced her persistence. Margo was deep throating him like a pro. After three minutes of casual conversation Cabot Ross who had been holding his breath cascades her throat in a massive load of cum. His immediate snarl sounded painful.

"Everything alright Bro?"

"I just pulled a muscle I think."

She grins showing him a mouthful of cream while jerking him off to splatter her chin with leftovers. Margo pulled the muscle, not him. Groaning Cabot tried not to laugh.

"Dude! Don't hurt yourself lifting more than you can handle. I can't carry this mattress upstairs without you." Brian seemed concerned.

"I'll ice it. Let me nap. See you when you get here." He lifts his cell, as soon as Brian tells him okay, Cabot severs the call. "FUCK THAT WAS BADASS. Swallow that shit and get up here."

Shaking her head, no she does follow up climbing across him to lay directly over his body. He enjoyed her massive 40D enhancements over him, eternally aroused nipples grazing over his. At his face she stares him in the eye before opening her mouth to show her tongue still containing his load.

"Kiss me Cabot."

"HELL NO." He laughs trying to avoid her. She palms his face on both sides and shows him how serious she was. He winces with a disgusted look but caves. Shockingly, his taste was not so bad. Her tongue wrestling with his led to ten minutes of making out. She was a damn good kisser. Any other girl would not have succeeded in getting him to do that. Tasty or not, he never wanted to do that again. Well, maybe with Gal Gadot here.

"Was it that bad? Darryl and I used to do that all the time. He loved it."

"Not what I expected. Please don't do that again though."

"My roof, my rules Mister Ross." She kisses his chest.

"Whatever! See? I played along with your game. Did I tell Brian anything about what we did?"

"No. Thank you for that. You only have to remain quiet a week or two. Let me have my fun, then all four of you can have your fun." She licks his pectoral and eyes him over her brow.

"Once they all know you're never leaving your bed. We're going to keep that pussy busy."

"Mmm! I can't wait."

"Are you going to overlook my suggestion to wait in fucking Brian? I'm telling you, he's unpredictable as hell."

"I don't know yet. I want to achieve this in order of you boys moving in. If I don't then I risk one of you discovering us before I get the chance to tease all of you separately. Do you think the others will keep it a secret like you're doing?"

"Eric, I'm pretty certain won't betray you. Heath questionable, his ego is really getting bad. Brian? He's going to call me the second he's alone. Trust me he's not going to keep it quiet."

"Darn it."

"Risk you take Gorgeous."

"I know. Let me figure it out. Cabot?"

"Yeah?"

"Are you going to be able to share me?"

"No problem. As long as I get to make love to you whenever I want, I'm not clingy. I just desire the fuck out of you."

"I love being with you too. I just... want more."

"More men or more sex?"

"More." She hides her face in his chest grinning.

"Aw hell! Four young cocks won't be enough, will it?"

"It will suffice." Not even close.

"Can we have a few weeks of just us five?"

"Yes. I'll do my best to make you all very happy."

"I believe you. You like taking my whole cock down your throat?"

"If I'm being honest, I would have done that on my own. Darryl used to force that on me, he was equally as large as you. Eight inches and much thicker. I accepted every challenge he ever set out for me. So yes, I enjoy a soft cushion on my chin."

"Biggest dick you've ever had in you?"

"I plead the fifth." She blushes.

"Before you got with Darryl?"

She hesitates to ponder revealing more, then admits, "During our marriage."

"Whoa! Cheating on the Coach?"

"No. He would... share me on occasion. We were swingers. When Brian mentioned footlong it brought back memories."

"You've had a footlong in you?"

"Yes." She hides her face laughing, "I thought I was going to get vaginal tearing. They..." Fanning herself before answering she exhales vibrantly, "They were all three very talented."

"Three footlongs at once? Wow! Scream like a banshee?"

"For hours on end. Darryl sat back and watched them fuck me for over three hours. They had to carry me to our car."

"Darryl?"

"No. The gentlemen with the big dicks. Oh my God! I can't believe I'm telling you this."

"You can tell me anything Margo. Tenant, lover, good listener."

"Thank you, Cabot. Should we get up if Brian is on his way?"

"Naaa!" He roughly rolls her over and fucks her for twenty minutes longer nonstop. Margo Needy fell in lust with that most amazing cock. Wore out she lets him fall asleep on top of her. She held him another fifteen minutes before she heard a vehicle pull up outside, a horn sounding. Patting Cabot to revive him, she directs him to the engine noise.

"I think Brian's here."

"Shit! Did I fall out?"

"No. You're still inside me."

"I meant did I pass out on you?"

"Yes. You were tired. I'm fine with that." She giggles.

Peeling their heated flesh apart he reclaims his dick, watching every inch ease out in a thick spew. She lifted her head to share in his amazement from a different angle. Just his girth alone made her jaw drop. It was a thing of beauty, almost as if a flower blooming before their eyes. As the crown crested amid her labia she shivered dramatically. Whimpering she pouts at its departure. "Nooo!"

"That was awesome." He looked up grinning.

"I'll miss that in me."

"Oh, it's in you every day if I can help it."

"If I can fit you in." She sticks her tongue out at him. "Get dressed before he rings the doorbell. I'm going to take a shower and get ready. Try and keep Brian from sneaking in on me."

"Shit! Still haven't tore the other bed down."

"Just bring his bed in and sit it in the foyer. After I clean up, I'll join you in tearing it down and setting his bed up."

"Alright." He kisses her passionately one last time then vacates his bed to get dressed. She crawls out behind him and pinches his ass on her way by. "I will pinch you back."

"I know." Another razz she sprinted to her bedroom.

Enjoying her shower, she cleans her pussy thoroughly and basks under the hot water. Having washed her hair of oil and cum last night, she donned a shower cap to keep her hair from getting wet. While the cascade was met with smiles her thoughts were lured toward Brian. What could she do to him to get him energized over her? Should she listen to Cabot and omit Brian until after Eric and Heath? Her desires were peaking so quickly with Elliot gone. Too fast might be a big mistake. UGH! Indecision.

Ending her shower, she dries off and prowls her bedroom. Hearing voices outside she moves across the hall in order to see her front yard, standing at an opened window behind a towel held to her chest. She focused on their voices worried that Cabot might still ruin her game plans. Boys were hardly trustworthy when it came to getting their dicks wet. Bragging rights was a natural threat. Yet, he seemed to be talking only about his job, and feigning that pulled muscle. So far so good.

Leaving the window, she returns to her bedroom to decide on her days attire. Something conservative yet appealing to the eye. Normally, she might choose a dress, hating pants unless it was necessary. While not pants, she handpicked a pair of yoga shorts in black and white, the legs stopping at mid-thigh. The white being in the crotch and ass, the black over the rest of the material. Skintight she found cameltoe aggressively recommending a good long stare. The waist band of the yoga pants designed to hug lower on her hips than traditional yoga pants.

From there she moved to a different dresser for t-shirts, selecting a plain sleeveless red crop top that dangled barely below her tits by two inches, her nipples proudly sticking out to force the shirts hem to stand clear of touching her tummy. Worn together she looks at herself in the mirror and caresses both hands along her belly to tease herself.

"This should get them both worked up. Dare I?" Taking a deep breath, she fans herself before charging out the door. Hearing voices below carrying in the box spring of Brian's bed she stops at the head of the stairs to greet them. "Hello Brian."

Brian looks up and literally drops his end of the box spring leaving Cabot to curse at the sudden weight exchange.

"JESUS CHRIST." Brian lowers his jaw as his sweats instantly start rising in the crotch. He had nothing to hide. Like Cabot he had dared to go commando beneath shorthand cut sweatpants and a blue muscle shirt with both sides exposing all the way down his ribcage.

"What the fuck dude?" Cabot might have actually pulled that muscle.

"Sorry Bro." Brian stares yet managed to mumble. "Hey Mrs. Needy. Wow!"

"Did you hurt yourself Cabot? You did suffer a muscle strain earlier." She hurries down the steps, her chest bouncing with every footfall. Rushing to Cabot she fawns over him a bit making Brian quiet. How did she know about the pulled muscle if Cabot had just woken up?

"I'm fine. Just caught me off guard." He calms her with a wink.

"Brian?" She leers over her shoulder to see Brian staring at her exceptionally tight ass, her butt crack digging deep beneath the yoga shorts. "Brian?" Fingers are snapped to regain his attention.

"Huh? Oh, shit! Bro, I'm sorry. I just... Mrs. Needy... fuck." He lowered his gaze shamefully if only a bluff.

"Worry more about others than drooling over me young man." She scolds Brian stepping directly in front of him to point at his chin. "You could have hurt him."

"It doesn't weigh that much. It's only half the box spring. There's two sections." Brian winces with a hint of whatever behind his words.

"He's right, Margo. It wasn't the weight of his drop it was just the shock that he did it. Can you blame him? You look great." Cabot compliments her.

"Right! Fits like a glove momma." Brian becomes smug.

"Pardon?"

"Your... pants."

"Oh!" She looks down at herself, "They are pretty tight, aren't they?"