Chapter One: Footsteps.
There was a Mullin standing in the doorway alright, but it wasn't Greg Mullin who was staring into Brianna's bedroom when Gerald Koutusis looked at the mirror.
Instead, it was Tracy Mullin, Greg's wife and Brianna's mother who was standing in the doorway with her mouth open, watching Gerald Koutusis on his knees methodically bringing the petite blonde beneath him to what was promising to be a wild orgasm, if Bree's screaming was any indication.
Tracy Mullin hadn't expected to run into anybody at home at 1:00, which was why she had waited until early afternoon to finally sneak in. She had seen the Land Rover parked out in front of the house but didn't recognize it.
Once Tracy had come inside, it was clear from all of the noise coming from upstairs that somebody was screwing, and it was more than likely that it would be Bree doing the fucking, so Tracy had come upstairs expecting to see Brianna's door closed with her and a fuck buddy doing the dirty deed. It wouldn't be the first time she had caught her daughter in action, Tracy recalled with amusement.
Tracy hadn't expected to find the door wide open though, and that surprise was compounded by seeing the remains of Bree's bed in pieces on the floor. The decorator part of Tracy Mullin was appalled at first at the destruction of an expensive piece of furniture, but the other part of her had to smile at what it must have taken to demolish that bed.
After Tracy's initial shock at the mess wore off, her next reaction was that of horror. That was Bree on the bed alright, but what was on top of her was nothing like the pimple faced skateboarders or hoodlum wannabees that Bree usually ended up with. In fact, Tracy didn't have the slightest idea who or what was mounting her daughter.
Tracy thought it was a black guy at first, but then quickly realized that it was possibly the most hirsute white guy on the planet. The bottoms of his feet were the only thing she could see that wasn't under a thick pelt of fur, and Tracy suddenly thought about that insurance commercial with the caveman running around town.
"So easy even a caveman can do me," Tracy mumbled, laughing inside at a possible yearbook quote for Brianna's picture while watching the view from behind the neanderthal.
The guy's balls were slamming into Bree's butt each time he thrust into her, and Tracy had to admit that this was kind of erotic, watching all of this going on in the middle of the day.
Then Tracy happened to look over the guy's shoulder, and seeing that face looking at her through the reflection in the mirror almost made her faint.
Gerry Koutusis. Son of a bitch. Mary's father? The guy was old enough to be - well, he was probably pushing 50. Strangely, he was one of the few men in town that hadn't made a run at her, Tracy recalled. He always seemed to be somewhat simian; certainly not good looking or anything and rather crude as well.
Still, Tracy thought as they looked at each other through the mirror, the guy was in good shape. Broad shoulders and a muscular body for a old guy, and while her first instinct would be to send him for a total body wax, there was something about the way he looked that was almost erotic. Like being taken away by King Kong or something, and while Tracy watched him fuck her daughter she almost wished that it was her underneath him.
Bree's wrists were tied to the headboard, Tracy noted, but the restraint was obviously voluntary because the cords were so loose that Bree was practically holding on to the bindings to keep them from slipping off.
And now Brianna was coming, her feet kicking around wildly while screaming at the top of her lungs, and as she came Gerry Koutusis kept staring back at her in the mirror. Arrogant son-of-a-bitch, Tracy thought to herself. Either that or the most confident man she had ever seen, as if he was driving little Bree crazy and was skilled enough so stand back and gloat about the power he had over the situation.
When she realized what she had been doing over the last minute or so, and even though she saw that Gerry had noticed her spectating as well, Tracy didn't stop, but just leaned against the door-jam while Bree came and came and came.
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Chapter Two: Still watching.
When Gerald saw that the person who had come home in the middle of the day was Tracy instead of Greg, he was momentarily disappointed, because the thought of Greg getting to watch him pounding away on his precious little girl was something that appealed to him, but Tracy -well the fact was that she was the one that Gerald had come to see in the first place.
The woman that stood in the doorway with her mouth open had seen better days. Tracy looked like she had been out on a bender and was just coming home, which was probably correct. No make-up, and wearing a turquoise sweatsuit, she looked tired and a bit disheveled. Nothing like the Tracy Mullin that Gerald knew, and watching her red-faced daughter cum he knew he had made out like a bandit, but was now expecting to face the music.
No screams ensued though. Tracy just stared at the scene; the broken bed, him on top of Bree, and finally right at him. Her mouth was open still, but her hand was reaching into her sweatpants. A gun? That was Gerald's initial thought, but when the hand went under the elastic and didn't come out, and the facial expression became all dreamy looking, a chill went right down Gerald's spine.
She was playing with herself. Brianna's orgasm had faded and she was now just panting away with the blindfold still over her eyes, and trying to speak.
"What's that, Bree?" Gerald asked, continuing to look at Tracy in the doorway.
"Can't take," Brianna gasped. "Can't take anymore. Cum for me."
Bree had had enough, but Gerald didn't want this to end, not with Tracy Mullin standing there enjoying the show.
"You want me to cum in that tight little pussy of yours?" Gerald said loudly.
"Yes. Anywhere."
"I've got an idea," Gerald said, and after pulling his cock out of Brianna he waddled up to the head of the bed.
"Let's keep that on," Gerald decided, leaving Bree's eyes covered as he undid the cord on her wrists and moving her down the bed a little so that he could straddle Brianna's face while facing the doorway. Stick your tongue out for me, Bree."
The blond did as she was told, and as Gerald began to let the underside of his cock get licked by her pointy little tongue he looked for her mother's reaction.
Tracy stood dumbfounded as she watched Gerry's crotch hang over Bree's face. His balls were rubbing all over her forehead and his cock? His cock was gigantic. It wasn't just dirty talk coming out of the mouth of an inexperienced teenager, because the man was freakishly built.
Gerry Koutusis had a cock that had to be close to a foot long, and after impaling her little girl with it for who knows how long, he was now having her lick the underside of it. What a beautiful piece of meat, Tracy thought as she leaned forward to see better. Long and thick and uncircumcised, just the way she liked them, and hard as blue steel.
Now Gerald was motioning for her to come closer, and pointing at his cock, holding it up and stroking it, gesturing to her to come over, and Tracy had actually taken a step before stopping and shaking her head no violently and falling back against the wall.
Gerry shrugged his shoulders and brought Brianna's hands up to his cock while moving his nuts up to her mouth.
"Suck on my balls while you jerk me off," Gerald instructed Bree, and although it was awkward at first she soon got the hang of it.
Gerald sighed while Bree sucked on his hairy nut sac, taking the balls in her mouth back and forth while her hands stroked him as best she could. In front of him, Tracy Mullin had given up hiding what she was doing and was now feverishly working her hand down below while clutching her tits through the sweatshirt.
Gerald leaned down and ran his hands all over Brianna's sweaty chest. His fingers grabbed her tiny nipples and pulled them upwards, causing Bree to bite his nut playfully in response.
Tracy's body quaked as a mini-orgasm rippled through her. Five feet in front of her, Bree was milking that monstrous cock vigorously, and a long rope of cum dangled from the tip of his dick before dropping down on Bree's scrawny chest.
She was going to cum soon if she didn't stop right then and there, but she couldn't turn away. Instead, as Gerald motioned for her with her hands, she found herself following his instructions. With her free hand, she pulled the bottom of her sweatshirt up, exposing her tits to the brute just as he had directed her, and stuffed the bottom of the shirt in her mouth in an effort to stifle her noises.
