Cougar House Ep. 013: Breakfast of Champions

"WHORE GODDESS." Brian blurts out then feasts harder than ever on her pussy. She was ready for a second orgasm.

"I want to show you off." Heath continues recording her trembling body and her succulent moans.

"Dude! What part of protect and respect don't you understand?" Eric attempts to lower Heath's cell.

"No! Let him record me." She pleads with an extended hand. "Just promise me that Elliot never sees your videos." No one promised. It was inevitable.

Brian rears up again looking at Heath, "Get a close up of me eating her out. I want a copy of that."

"Promise me?" She pouts mid moan.

"Elliot already has video of you masturbating." Heath shrugs hovering over Brian's wagging tongue up in her hole.

"So it's true? My son has seen me?"

"Yeah!" Cabot frowned, "We haven't exactly been honest with you ourselves. Elliot showed us what he recorded. He would never give us a copy though.'

"Why would Elliot do that to me?" She felt betrayed.

"He's adopted Margo. You're not his biological mom. You might have raised him but the guy lusted over you a lot. He just hid it well."

"That makes me sad."

"Why? You should be lusted over." Brian fingered her to give his tongue a break.

"I want to be lusted over. But, Elliot? It feels so wrong."

"He's just another guy Margo." Brian rolls his eyes, "When was the last guy that didn't wanna fuck you silly?"

"I...can't answer that Brian. I don't know...unless they were gay, I'd say none of them." She ponders things even as Brian adds two more fingers inside her cunt. His fingering was increasing momentum. "Are you saying my son...?"

"Wants to fuck you? Hell yes he does." Brian just had to push the issue to explore her reaction. Eric fearing a bad outcome to this line of questioning chose to kiss Margo on the forehead and whisper his need to get to work.

""Have a good day Eric." As he leaves she turns her focus back on Brian, "Elliot has told you this?"

"Oh hell yeah. He used to beat off watching you masturbate. His confession, not my bullshit."

"Finger me harder Brian." She arches her back eying Heath's recording session. "You can show me off to anyone you like Heath."

"Even Elliot?"

"Do I have anything to deny him if he's seen me already?"

"Not really. I think you should make him a masturbation video and talk to him. Better yet when you skype with him just do it." Heath offered his thoughts.

"Guys! Come on...not funny." Cabot defends her.

"Should I Cabot?" She explores his sincerity.

"In front of Elliot? I guess that's up to you. Don't let any of us persuade you. I say just talk to him about it. He's gonna know we betrayed his trust though."

"Yes, he would know. Which is why I shouldn't discuss it with him. I think he would be upset with all of you for sleeping with me."

"Probably. Let's not ruin his European vacation." Cabot recommended.

"My thoughts exactly... HARDER BRIAN." She was really feeling his vigor but she knew he could rock her pussy harder still. Dragging her over the tables edge closer to him he went full on three fingers and destroyed her. Losing her mind she wiggled her entire body squealing at his insane invasion. A gusher brewing she cries out, "CALL ME MILF."

"FUCK THAT MILF HARDER." Heath chuckled. With a cheesy grin Brian did just that, her legs held high, toes pointed straight out and quivering. "TEAR IT UP." Heath furthered his quest to witness her greatest flood ever. "LOUDER MILF...LOUDER."

Eratic cries of pure ecstasy send her eyes retreating to the back of her skull. Fearful of scratching the table top Margo maintained her grasp over her dancing tits. Three young men just could not get enough of their new landlady. In a devastating orgasm Margo Needy drowned Brian's knuckles and the wood table. Still he fingered her equally as hard, Brian was not known to let up when something fueled his imagination.

"AGAIN!" Brian tormented her clit with his left hand while his right slammed three fingers as far up into her as they would go. Tempted to try fisting her he faltered, not wanting to piss her off if she couldn't handle it. Someday Brian was going to risk that fantasy. Not today. Continued squirts followed his rough treatment. Margo took it like a perfectionist.

"DOOOOOONNNNN'T STOP BRIAN." She yelled as her body found a violence in her nerve endings. Releasing her breasts she reached out for both Cabot and Heath. Taking her hands she held on to them for dear life, breasts whipping in circles as Brian gave her everything he had left. It was enough, her screams went silent in favor of a dramatic awe, breath held, back arching higher than before.

"Ohhh shit!" Cabot found her nails drawing blood from his hand. Heath grimaced at his own pain threshold. You would have thought Margo Needy was delivering a baby into the world. A ball of sweat Margo expresses strain followed by a shrill, "MMMMMMMM!" that lasted for over a minute straight.

"Here it comes." Cabot lifted her hand kissing it for luck.

Margo became a fountain of youth, her earlier flood nothing compared to what Brian brought out of her. This flood literally shot all over Brian's torso. A fireman's hose would have been jealous. Exhausted, Brian halts his terrorist act and blows out wasted oxygen. Even he was sweating bullets. Eying her convulsions he watched smaller gushes escape as her body shook and tensed up.

"That was hot as fuck." Brian cracked his neck deciding his next move. The other boys tried to peel her fingers from theirs but she didn't want to let them go. Brian inspired by her resistance dropped lower burying his face back into her pussy, shaking his head amid her mess and sending droplets flying as if he were a bulldog tossing saliva. It was kind of gross, but it made Margo react to his performance.

"FUCK ME!" She hadn't even found the light of day, her eyelids still twitching at a reveal of totally white eyes. Brian stands tall and nods his mad respect.

"Drag her to the center of the table." He drops his boxers and follows them as her body slides with assistance. Crawling up on the oak table Brian Hancock grabbed her ankles and held her legs spread eagle as his nine plus cock easily penetrated her fishing hole. In that moment Margo released the boys, allowing them to regain circulation. Her nails now reaching for Brian's chest as he pounded her mercilessly.

Cabot took that time to divide up pancakes. He and Heath decided to eat while they watched them fuck on the table, a strange breakfast indeed. Buttered up, syrup flowing, the guys filled their belly, even as Brian's serpent struck her G-spot in lightning bolt strikes. Her screaming returned as his balls slapped her ass cheeks. The second they heard that, both boys lifted their plates from the table and scooted back. Nobody wanted pubes flying wild.

"FUCK I LOVE THIS BITCH." Brian belted out looking around at his boys with a shit eating grin. "NYMPHO IN THE ROOM."

"Her or you?" Heath laughed chewing his food.

"Both." Brian in his rapid destruction discovered the need to cum sooner than he would have liked. Even as she drizzled all around his girth she clung to him wanting it all. In a moment of inspiration Heath took Margo's plate of pancakes and placed it on her heaving belly. Brian read Heath's mind chuckling.

Forcing himself out of her gasping hole he fist pumped his final detonation all over her pancakes. As if melting butter white splatters iced up her food. She burst out laughing at their stunt. All while Heath recorded the show.

"Oh my God! Breakfast of Champions." She literally found the strength to hold her plate as he slapped his cock right on the pancakes.

"Eat up Milf." Heath prompted playing Director of this porno.

With trembling hands Margo didn't even bother to examine the hotcakes. Rolling one up she devoured it, jizz and all. All three boys...men, admired her hunger. Eating every pancake on her plate she smiled vibrantly.

"Best pancakes I've ever eaten." She puckered licking her fingers. Brian proud of her, removed her plate and collapsed over her body, and sucked on her nipples. He didn't care that he was getting sticky from splattered syrup. She cooed looking at Heath's camera shot with sparkling eyes. A wink led her to end his filming, "You get to do the dishes." Sticking her tongue out at him, Heath nodded his approval.

"That's a wrap."

Was it strange that she and Brian took a short nap on top of the table?

Cabot ended up doing the dishes.

Heath beat off watching the video.

Twice.