Cougar House Ep. 036: Upset Tummy

Dawson Petty manning the oil bottle took it upon himself to seek confirmation from Heath Talbot before venturing out into her presence. She eying the boy approached him with a welcoming smile and poise. Making certain she hid nothing from him her hands went up into her hair to keep them busy. With her body requesting his attention Dawson stepped up his game and uncapped his oil bottle. Inviting eyes drew him in to trickle the warm oil all across her front and back. She did the rest in lowering her hands to gloss herself up. The bonfire's flames making her alluring shine even more erotic to the starving eye. Allowing him to coat her back and rub it in she was basking in the fire's glow.

Whispering into her ear as he nuzzled it Margo smiled sheepishly. She adored hearing young men worshipping her, telling her their innermost thoughts on feeling her body next to theirs. In his near proximity she felt his erection rub along her revealed butt crack. Fingers oiling beneath the back of her skirt shared space with his compressed dick. Without speaking she purred into his own ear. Dawson wanted to fuck her right then and there. Trouble was...too many eyes. Quite a few young men were shy when performing in front of others. It was fine what he was doing in oiling and fondling her up, but to actually perform sex under scrutiny? Not so easy!

Understanding his reluctance Margo wanted him to feel invincible, altering his current nerves to be more outgoing. She knew once he heard the crowd wanting to be him he would rise to the occasion just for bragging rights. With his hand already down the back of her skirt he discovered her still wearing her jeweled butt plug. Leaving it in would give the boys something to find like a gift to her Gods. Treasure atop the hole it was buried in. X marks the spot!

Amazed by it's texture his fingers prowled a number of facets before he withdrew his hand and moved closer to her back. Surrounding her waist he rolled his palms amid her slick epidermis. Encouraging him with one hand to lower his fingers along her tummy she beguiled her onlookers and fed off of their withheld breathing. They were anticipating Dawson's newest discovery. Guiding his fingers beneath the bikini area of her skirt he crossed yet another line, her clitoris was warm and sensitive to his merest caress. With no pubic hair her skin was baby soft. A single finger sinking inside her vulva she arched her back and lay against Dawson's shoulders. Further inspiration she whispered into his ear. "Try two."

A second finger added she reacted on her own in rolling her palms over her breasts then down alongside his hidden hand. Hooking her thumbs beneath her skirt's waist band she drew it even lower until her viewership could see his knuckles probing in and out of her. The band lay now level with her thigh gap. Even with Dawson fingering her she performed a fraction of her former belly dancing, her tummy gently lapping like a tender wave along the shore. It was a stunning visual to the masses.

Faint moans into Dawson's perception made him try for a higher power, adding a third finger and digging deeper than he had been. She clung to him with both arms over her head to clutch his scalp. Dawson Petty was lost in her scent, her exhaled sensuality, her demand that he abuse her. Just as Margo had planned all along, she had brought his hidden strength to the forefront. Four sounded right. Dawson introduced a fourth finger which made her expression share awe in it widening her labia and fighting it's way inside. Mouth gaping at the sensations she cried out, "DEEPER!"

With the music dying down it was heard like an echo amid her canyon walls. Eric Crowe having heard her from his DJ table bulged his eyes and shot glances to his roommates. Only Cabot Ross seemed concerned but was holding back just as he promised Margo he would. With no safe word established she was on her own. Perhaps DEEPER was the best she had concerning any last word. Not even close!

Making her cum over his embedded fingers Dawson felt her flood of juices drench his knuckles. Smirking at the onlookers who shared mad respect toward him he pulled his fingers free and shared in her dripping shine upon his fingertips. A second later Dawson did what he felt was the next logical step. In a blur he yanked her skirt to her feet. Feigning a blush Margo stepped out of her skirt and pointed at Eric. DJ Crowe took the hint and fired up music that left any belly dancing moves behind.

Having suggested music to Eric to progress things away from a simple harem girl into something that switched it up energetically, they utilized the Grease soundtrack with SHA NA NA's song Born to Hand Jive. With the drums and rhythm bright and almost comical Margo was all over the place. Now free of her clothing she wanted to inspire the boys. Darting from one guy to the other and grabbing at erections it drew them into a frenzy that brought dicks out of hiding.

Laughter joined the amazing dance moves Margo was giving as a show. It was exhilarating to watch. Evading their clutches and enjoying herself she raced to Cabot's side and made him dance with her, he was Frankenstein on roller skates but he gave it his best. Songs bleeding the music stuck with Grease as Frankie Vallie's end credits song kept the energy flowing. Tugging him about the gathering he chuckled at over forty guys jerking off to her escapades.

Giddy Margo made her way back to her stump stage where Jeffrey and Brian had moved up closer. Encouraged to lift her aloft until on top of the stage she expressed shyness, teasingly hiding her body parts. With Frankie Valli ending it slowed down to Olivia Newton-John's Hopelessly Devoted to You. While a sappy ballad it was befitting in her allure. The crowd swarmed her stage worshipping Slave Goddess Margo. Her coy performance found jizz pelting the bark on the stump in waves of white missiles. She was on top of the world!

Songs making a dramatic change in came Van Halen's song Jump. Eric the devil had worked his magic. Awe at the unplanned switcheroo Margo dropped her jaw and pointed at the DJ. Her dance routine inspired a sexy hands in her hair absorption of the tune. Heath chuckling grabbed the mic on Eric's table and began his countdown, "MIGHT AS WELL JUMP!" It suddenly became Karaoke night. Countdown t-minus song switch! Hearing Heath share his verse the gathered horny bastards moved closer together just as Margo dove into the great unknown. Body surfing over their heads they carried her like a turbulent current out over the grass.

Van Halen continuing on with Panama she was transported and pawed up from every hand that touched her. She was in Heaven! With over 80 partiers joining in she was eaten out in mid air, fingered until she had a chaotic orgasm six feet off the ground. No one would dare let her fall, instead forcing more fingers up her to conceive further hair pulling triggers of squirting climaxes one after another. Everyone wanted to have a hand in it!

Exhausted the music kept Van Halen generational utilizing Sammy Hagar's performance of Dreams. She was after all every man's dream cum true. With Brian Hancock guiding the troops they took her into an 8 man tent where one of their spare beds was set up. Laying her on the mattress amid lantern light clothing came flying off. Three men at once crawling in over her and ravaging her body with roaming kisses and penetrations.

And the Cradle Will Rock firing up Eric maintained her love of Van Halen. Finding it funny considering she was a Cougar chasing these young studs with a greedy appetite. With David Lee Roth's words, "Have you seen Junior's grades?" Eric had a good laugh thinking about her son Elliot. Too funny!

Inside the tent the three initial lovers removed her butt plug and positioned to take her DP. Cameras rolling recorded every move she made, they made. Thriving on their thick hard cocks agitating her sensitivity Margo Needy screamed non stop with a hint of giggles to show it wasn't agony. A third of the three boys hovering over her toned her down in stuffing his eight inch pecker down her throat. The symphony of gurgling followed the Cradle with Ain't Talkin' Bout Love. Untrue! She loved every second of it. "Love is rotten to the whore." Heath was singing again. Horrible singer but damned hilarious.

No condoms meant guys trying their hardest not to cum in her. She being highly allergic to latex or even lamb skin left her au natural. She loved cum shots up inside her but the guys were told to avoid it so everyone could have Momma Margo without turning their noses up to another's man's jizz in her sockets. It was tedious considering their intoxication but most managed just fine. Wave after wave the men replaced one another to fuck her. Thirty guys in Heath hopped up on to the bed to grip her by her collar to force a shared gaze.

"How you holding up Mom?"

"ALL NIGHT LONG!" She hissed with cum trickling from the corner of her mouth. "DANCE THE NIGHT AWAY!" Sing it Davie Lee! Heath had to chuckle, she was mocking the current song from Van Halen's Greatest Hits.

"Only fifty or so to go Cougar."

"INVITE MORE GODDAMMIT!"

"Who do you think you're yelling at here?" He sneered.

"YOU FUCKING HEARD ME...MASTER!" She was actively proving that while she joyously served him, in all reality she was her own Boss. Margo knew this would also make him go dark and that turned her on even more. Bitch was smart!

"Double dick this cunt you lazy fucks." He snapped at the incoming foursome ready to tap her hard. Moving in to unfasten her collar he gave Margo her freedom. "Not here to protect your ass Slut! You're on your own." Out of bed he left the tent and his adoptive Mom to their mercy. At the entrance she heard him add, "LINE THE FUCK UP! NO MERCY YOU MOTHERFUCKERS!" Her heart fluttered she loved her adopted son's so very much. Maybe she should adopt all of these young men. Wouldn't Elliot love that?

Warning Cabot to back off, Heath led him away. Filling him in on her defiance he showed his buddy the collar in his hand. "What's that mean?" Cabot winced.

"It means Mommy's off limits! Don't you dare stop her or any of these paying customers. She's the Boss...until daylight!"

"She's going to get hurt."

"Her choice! Let it ride." Cabot was going to be a worry wart until the sun came up.

Back inside the tent her newest lovers took it upon themselves to get aggressive. Choking her now that there was no collar on gave them a sense of superiority. Talking as they went along the men found their positions and angles to benefit pulling off what Heath expected. At least this batch of testosterone was bold enough not to worry about touching one another.

Prepping Margo face up, a third man fucked her up the ass with a sizable eight inch cock that made her ecstatic. Praising him she eyed the two above her plotting. Coaxing two others in at their sides the newcomers pulled Margo's legs upward to give the others room to maneuver. Agreeable that this could be done the thinner men primed their dicks side by side the best they could and forced their crowns to share her vulva. Inhabiting her she gasped and found her anal assassin choking her from behind and drawing her scalp beside his right profile. Fucking her pussy as hard as they could she screamed her love of aggression.

Two holes three dicks felt incredible and painful just the same. A sixth boy moved in over her in tight quarters and stuffed his dick down her throat. Four dicks in her she thrived on trying to assist them for the maximum effect so that all could enjoy themselves. Hands free to roam she coaxed the two boys holding her legs in to enable herself to fondle their cocks. The camera guy was moving every which direction to capture this incredible footage of her gangbang commitment. Between legs he got stunning moments where three dicks pounded her holes at the same time, she gushing all around the twin terrors in her cunt. Even her hand job boys eased in to toy with her nipples and massage her clit. Margo Needy was at her best! Pornstar Forever!

Overhearing the men in the tent yelling at her taking on so much with immense amounts of praise, those outside were ready and willing to take up any slack. Unchained requested by Heath led Eric to turn up the volume to stimulate the guys around the tent. Booze flowing freely the natives were streaking and dancing about at an all time high. Yeah, joints were being passed too. For thirty minutes and eight more songs those in the tent sloppily fucked Margo's brains out. No more of this checking their release. Guys were shooting into every hole she possessed. When the guy face fucking her pulled out another man jumped right in cum mingling as he too detonated in short order. She was choking on massive loads and begging for more. Margo knew the cameras were rolling so she spared no time in being a drama queen. Mascara ran, snot drooled from her nostrils, sweat blending with oil kept her slick and feeling all Nuru.

Dude after dude took over, each repositioning her in different poses. Double doggy pried her anal cavity to it's max. Pulling her up by her hair two men now joined forces on fucking her mouth, her lips wider than her asshole. No mercy indeed! Men came, men went, sixty paychecks in, Margo felt funny inside, but not sick, simply full. She chocked it up to an arsenal of firepower milking her interior. Guys were uncaring and she rejoiced in their behavior. Orgasm after orgasm she shook and lost brief moments of consciousness. With so much manhandling she was easily steered back to a sweaty reality. After another hour of intimate destruction it became one on one for awhile as some of the young men couldn't perform up close with others. Bad enough they had to go in sloppy.

A number of times she simply lay there breathing heavy surrounded by guys jerking off over her, bukkake storm with cherry's on top of their sundae drive. She relished in spreading their creamy jizz all over herself, her facials vibrant, eyelids sealed to avoid going blind by cum shots zeroing in. Out of nowhere Momma Margo busted into laughter. She was beyond ecstasy this was Nirvana.

Stepping up Braedon Wilkes and his friend Burley decided the mattress was too soggy for their tastes. Dragging Margo limply from the bed Braedon faced her toward him then lifted her up by her sweaty ass, she wrapping her arms and legs around him as she was marched out into the cool air of early morning. Dick easily piercing her soak stretched vagina he fucked her upright. Wanting to be center of attention he carried her out to the center of her former circle perk arena. Bonfire having been freshly stoked with new wood sparks were still reaching for the sky. Show off!

Burley trailing them moved in behind Margo and did his best to nail her another round of DP. Being taller than Braedon it wasn't that difficult to achieve his goal hole. She squealed like a banshee as Eric Crowe shut the music off just to let everyone bask in her wails of delight. Moon high in the sky found her shrieks joined in by a symphony of coyotes in the not so distant hills. The tribe was slowing down, booze and release, in a few cases more than one erection was shutting down. Not everybody mind you, but quite a few were down for the count.

Eric seeing the atmosphere getting thinner found young Ben sitting by himself, Greg passed out six feet away snoring. "You okay Ben?"

"Lily hasn't texted me all night. I think I fucked up. You must think I'm an ass choosing to be here rather than with your sister. I didn't even have it in me to fuck Margo. I...think I'm in love."

Huffing his cheeks Eric sat down next to Ben and stretched his legs out. Trying to formulate a plan to cheer the slacker up he did have to admit one thing. "I'm actually kind of proud of you. Honestly I really did expect you to cheat on Lily. I...know you, but you proved me wrong. Maybe there's hope for you yet."

"Thanks bro!"

"You do know it's 3 in the morning. Lily's probably snoring."

"She snores?" Ben found it cute.

"Worse than Greg the Keg over there."

"Maybe those coyotes are reacting to him more than Margo."

"Highly doubt that." Eric chuckled, "Ole' Wilkes is destroying our landlady out there."

"I miss Lily. I should have hung with her tonight."

"Not too late! Oh, I shouldn't tell you this but...she got busted by my mom. She was using her dildo on the roof and it fell off at Mom's feet."

"NO FUCKING WAY! Was she thinking of me?"

"Who else?" He tried not to cough knowing his sister liked her co-worker Tyler Overmeyer. He didn't have it in him to hurt Ben's feelings when he was leveling the playing field. He would let Lily do her own damage.

"Dude! You made my night!" Hopping up Ben went over to Greg and dug into his pants for car keys, they having borrowed Greg's mom's car to get here. In passing Eric he told him, "Tell Greg I'll be back for him."

"Where you going?"

"To throw pebbles at Lily's bedroom window. Romeo is in the house!" Ben was gone in a blur. Eric sighed tempted to take his own cell out and warn his sis. Naaaaa!

Multiple orgasms at Braedon's efforts was not settling well with Brian Hancock, teetering from over indulging on his bottle of Jack Daniels. Here was the guy who was tapping his stepsister and now cheating on her. It took an ever watchful big brother in Jeffrey to remind him yet again that Bri was no better than Braedon. While he wasn't officially dating Gwen he too was sleeping with others. Brian didn't like being checked but knew he was right. Someday though he and Braedon Wilkes would come to blows.

Heath joining the brothers with Cabot offered their own insight. With the party getting dull Heath yelled at Eric, "YO CROWE? TUNES MAN...LIVEN THIS GRAVEYARD UP."

Nodding Eric got up from his log and ventured back to his DJ table searching for something that would ignite the stupor of their drunk partycipants. Choosing Five Finger Death Punch's Way of the Fist. That got the world revolving again. Guys were thrash dancing about half nude like demons in the dark, dancing about the bonfire like it was their ruler. Lords of the Unzipped Flies!

Braedon having suspended Margo backwards after Burley had eased out her ass put enough distance between them to dangle her into an arch. Margo seeing Burley's cock swallowed him whole and threw her arms out as if flying. The sight of her upper body strength defying gravity drew in a lot of eyes. Burley didn't want to ruin her balancing act so simply thrust his hips to fuck her face. He could literally see his length and girth soar back and forth down her throat as if watching the movie Tremors, the giant worms tunneling along beneath the soil. It was a thing of beauty, one that their persistent camera man caught with a pumped way of his fist.

Seeing this Heath had an inspiration. Coaxing Brian, Jeff, and Cabot into play Heath marched over to Margo and cut in on the fun. "You bastards can have her back in a minute." Relinquishing Margo into the Wrestler's arms he carried her toward her stump stage and laid her on it like a sacrificial altar. His roommates surrounding her Heath pulled her ass to the edge of the bark. Whistling at Eric to join them the Crowe flew in briskly. Another shout for their cameraman everything was in ready.

"WAY OF THE FIST!" He paid tribute to the song in a roar then stuck his hand up her cum flooding cunt and pressed deep until she had no choice but to accept the one thing she had seemed to deny the boys. Realizing how easily his hand ventured in wrist level he grinned at Brian, "Back her up Bri!"

Moving next to Heath Brian grit his teeth and doubled up his own fist and encouraged it up into her gaping asshole. A first for Brian as much as Margo Needy. She now had two fists in her private areas. Moaning relentlessly she arched her back and gushed over Heath's forearm. Cabot and Eric wincing at how painful that must be found Margo reaching out to her sides for them. Taking their hands she doubled their fists and held on to them for dear life.