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Mary's Evolution: Book 01

By: furryfan



The scope of this story is too wide for this to be submitted in one piece and placed in any one category. 

What I plan to do is offer "Mary's Evolution" in a series of stories that stand alone, with the content of the story reflected in the category it is submitted in.

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Chapter One: Sometimes he gives me the creeps.

"Who gives you the creeps?" Mary asked, as she watched her friend close the bedroom door behind them.

"My dad," Brianna replied, peeling off her clothes as they got ready for bed.

The bedroom had been shared by Brianna and her sister, but after Bryce had gone off to college, the furnishings had remained the same. A wise choice, because since Mary spent so many nights over, it was almost like she lived there.

Brianna and Mary were an unlikely pair, being the exact opposites in almost every way. Brianna was blonde, lean and lanky, while Mary's hair was dark brown and her body short and Rubenesque. Brianna was outgoing and bubbly, while Mary was usually quiet and almost sullen. In school, Brianna lived up to the blonde stereotype, while Mary routinely made the Honor Roll.

"Why would he give you the creeps?" Mary asked. "He seems nice enough."

"Haven't you noticed the way he stares at your chest?" Brianna asked.

"You're crazy," Mary answered, watching the her impossibly beautiful friend peel off her clothes right in front of her, like always. 

Of course, when you had a body like Brianna, it must be fun to show it off. So flawless and perfect, and so much the opposite of her own dumpy body that Mary could never feel jealousy toward her. Brianna wasn't just way better looking than herself, she was better looking than just about everybody.

"Course, if I had titties like yours he might look at me that way too, and that would be so icky!" Brianna giggled, squeezing her perky pointed breasts before pulling her nightie up over her head and diving under the covers of her bed. 

"Night!" Brianna chirped before clicking off the light and pulling the bed sheet up over her head.

"Night," Mary replied, and only then in the safety of darkness would she undress herself.

Even the moonlight streaming in through the windows was a bit much for Mary, although it allowed her to see Brianna's blonde curls falling over the sheet clearly, and during the night if the sheet came down...

Mary shivered as she thought these things, because she wasn't a lesbian, or at least she didn't think that she was. When it came to Brianna, well, who knows? That one night that they had climbed into the same twin bed, giggling after they had drunk some of Brianna's father's scotch, was one she would never forget.

They had giggled and wrestled around a little, and Mary remembered that moment when she felt Brianna's hands on her breasts, and how she did the same to her. Then their thighs found their way between each other's legs, and they humped into each other, cumming at almost the same time.

Not a word was ever spoken about that night, and it never repeated itself, although Mary really wanted that to happen again. To be able to hold that petite little body close, and explore it once again - but it was apparently just a one time thing.

And who could blame Brianna for that, Mary wondered as she unhooked her bra and eased it off her shoulders. If Brianna was going to go lez, she could sure find somebody way hotter than her. There wasn't much call for short, dumpy girls with unattractive faces.

Heck, if it wasn't for Brianna, Mary figured she wouldn't have been with any guys ever. Usually the guys that would be hitting on Brianna would have a friend, and they would get stuck with her. The guys were never all that great either, but at least it was something.

A little necking, a little petting, and the guy would get a hand job if he was a decent enough person. Oh, there was the few times Mary gave head, but that was it. They never wanted to take Mary out where they could be seen by others. In the back seat or in the woods? That was different. The guys would paw at her breasts and try to get in her pants like wild men, and afterward they would make fun of her.

What Brianna had said - about her father staring at her chest. Could it be? Mary had suspected it once or twice, but thought it was a case of her active imagination running wild, merely the product of her fantasy world, but now that Brianna had mentioned it, perhaps it was true.

The "accidental" brushing against her that he had done from time to time, and the other times she had figured Mr. Mullin had been just daydreaming when she would see his eyes on her chest. Were they accidents? Had he been daydreaming?

Baloney, Mary finally muttered. A good looking man who was married to a woman like Mrs. Mullin, still looking like a model in her forties, with a body just as lithe and catlike as her daughter? Why would he give a second thought to somebody like her? Especially when she usually wore frumpy clothes to try and mask her doughy body.

Not even five foot tall, and weighing - well, too much for her height, Mary knew she was no model. Built like a fireplug, with a face that had a better chance of stopping a clocks than a heart. All boobs and butt, and while she wasn't morbidly obese and was rather solidly built, she could stand to lose 30 pounds or so.

Still wouldn't help much, Mary thought while she pulled the over-sized T-shirt up over her head and down over her plump frame. There would still be the nose, and those faint downy sideburns that swirled around her ears to contend with, along with the glasses and the thick eyebrows, not to mention all of that hair everywhere, especially between her legs.

Go to sleep, Mary told herself, and she did eventually, gazing over at Brianna before drifting off to dreamland.

**

Chapter Two: Sweet dreams.

Mary squirmed, her body twisting a little as she let out a faint groan, in the midst of a very sweet dream. She felt her nipples swell as her breasts were massaged roughly, and the hand sliding down over her belly toward the elastic of her panties felt so real that Mary woke up with a start.

"Ssh!" said the voice from the side of the bed, and the hand that had been massaging her breasts through the t-shirt gently nudged her back down on the bed.

It wasn't a dream. It was real, and just before Mary was going to call out "Bree?" she looked over at the bed near the window and saw the blonde curls peeking out from the top of the sheet.

It was her father. Mary could smell the cologne he wore, and now his hand was going under the elastic of her panties. He let out a soft "Ooh!" when her fingers slid right into the dense jungle of hair that began right there.

Mr. Mullin raked his fingers through Mary's thick delta while his other hand worked Mary's t-shirt up as best he could. Still in shock, Mary made no attempt to stop him and may even have helped him as he pulled it up over her breasts and up to her neck.

Now his finger was inside of Mary, working her clit vigorously while bending over to suck on the fat bullet-like nipple which was throbbing in his mouth. Mary started to cum, and brought her hand up to her mouth and bit down on the heel of it while her body shivered and spasmed, shaking the bed with the violent movements until she finally went limp.

Mary felt the wet hand slip out of her panties, and now her shirt was going higher, Mr. Mullins pulling it up over her head while pinning her left arm up near the headboard. He was sucking furious on her nipple while he held her shoulder down with his hand under her arm.

Mary shivered as she felt Mr. Mullin's fingers stroking the thick dense stubble that coated her armpit, and her initial embarrassment of not having shaved in a couple of days was replaced by confusion when his mouth let go of her nipple for a minute.

Mary shivered when she felt his tongue slide all over her already moist underarm for a time before returning to her breast. She could hear a slapping sound, a sound that stopped when Mr. Mullin's soft grunts became a prolonged exhale, followed by him getting up from the side of the bed and leaving the room as silently as he apparently had entered it.

Mary looked back over at Brianna, who had slept right through it all, and after pulling her shirt back down, Mary stared up at the ceiling for a long time until sleep came.

***

Chapter Three: The morning after.

"Good morning everyone!" Mr. Mullin said as he entered the kitchen, wrapping his arm around his wife's hip and giving her a kiss before going over to Brianna and kissing her on the top of the head.

"Grr," Brianna said, still in her grouchy mode as she pawed at her cereal.

"Morning Mary," he said with a smile, and Mary smiled back and nodded, clutching her bathrobe around her neck as she did.

Breakfast at the Mullin house wasn't like it was at Mary's, which was why she loved being there. Everybody talked to each other and there were kisses and hugs, unlike the sullen atmosphere that prevailed around Mary's house.

It was different now though, Mary thought as she watched Mr. Mullin move around the room. Dressed for work in a brown suit, it was hard for Mary to grasp the fact that this dignified business man had actually done what he did last night.

About six foot tall and still in decent shape for a guy pushing fifty, he resembled David Letterman in a way. Could this really have been the same man that knelt beside her bed last night, sucking on her breasts and fingering her? Even licking her armpit? 

Even when she woke up that morning, Mary still thought it could have been a dream, until she saw the dried semen on the hardwood floor. Maybe he was drunk. They had wine with dinner last night. Maybe he was drunk and doesn't even remember what happened.

"Gotta take a shower," Brianna mumbled as she got up from the table. 

Mr. and Mrs. Mullin both left the house as Brianna went into the bathroom, so Mary cleared the breakfast dishes off of the table. Car engines started in the driveway, and Mary saw Mrs. Mullin pull out of the driveway in her Lexus.

While Mary watched the driveway for Mr. Mullin's black Town Car, she heard the door open and the sound of footsteps come up the steps. Mary turned and saw Mr. Mullin at the top of the stairs, glancing down the hall before coming over to Mary at the sink.

Mary spun around to the sink and began rinsing off the bowls, her hands shaking so badly that she could barely hold onto them. Then Mr. Mullin was right behind her, his hands on her shoulders as he towered over her.

"Did you like last night, Mary?" Mr. Mullin asked, his hands sliding down the sleeves of her robe while his breath burned the top of her head.

Mary didn't answer but instead tried to brace herself against the counter, her heart pounding like a jackhammer while her head spun. Mr. Mullin was leaning into her, and he could feel his erection pressing into her back as he opened her bathroom and brought his hands onto the nightshirt.

"You've got such incredible breasts," Mr. Mullin grunted, his hands kneading her globes roughly. "They're even bigger than I had imagined. You won't believe how long I've wanted to do this. Watching you grow up over the years has been sweet torture."

"Why?" Mary managed to say.

"You aren't a kid anymore, Mary" Mr. Mullin said. "This is all legal, as long as you want it, and it seems to me that you like it. Like it a lot."

"No," Mary whimpered. "You're married."

"It's you I want," Mr. Mullin grunted, his pawing of Mary's breasts becoming almost maniacal. "Are you staying over tonight?"

"No," Mary said.

"When?"

"Next weekend, I guess," Mary said, writhing as he rubbed into her from behind.

"I can't that wait that long, Mary," he said, exhaling as he continued to knead her breasts from behind. "I have to have you."

"I can't," Mary whimpered, looking down at the hands that were working over her breasts over the shirt, and at her nipples which were so stiff against the fabric.

"I'm not like the boys you've had," Mr. Mullin said. "I'll make love to you like none of them ever could."

"I just can't," Mary said, sobbing a little, wanting to tell him that he was wrong about her but was unable to speak.

"Shit," Mr. Mullin hissed, as the sound of Brianna coming out of the bathroom made him jump back away from Mary.

"Here," Mr. Mullin said, pulling a card out of his wallet and attempting to hand it to Mary before setting it on the counter next to the sink. "Call my cell tonight. Around eight. Please."

Then Mr. Mullin was gone, hustling down the stairs and out the door while Mary tried to get herself together. The business card with Mr. Mullin's phone number on it went into the bathrobe pocket just before Brianna came back into the kitchen.

****

Chapter Four: The phone call.

Mary didn't call at eight like Mr. Mullin had asked, instead just staring at the phone in her hand as she sat on her bed, rehearsing what she was going to say. It was almost 8:30 before she finally got up enough courage to call the number, and when Mr. Mullin picked it up before the first ring had finished, Mary was so shocked that she nearly hung up on him.

"Mary?" 

"Yes, it's me," she replied, her voice almost a whisper.

"Can't you talk? Aren't you alone?"

"Yes," Mary replied. "My voice - mouth is dry."

"I was afraid you wouldn't call," he said. 

"I'm here."

"Last night. You never told me how you felt about that, at least not in words. About us."

"Scared," Mary answered. "Shocked."

"But you liked it. I could tell that. You came so fast and so hard," Mr. Mullin said. "I can't wait until we're making love and you can make all the noise you want to when you cum."

"I - we can't do that."

"Too bad you aren't here right now," Mr. Mullin said. I'm all alone. Brianna's out on a date."

"Michael," Mary said softly.

"How come you didn't double with her?"

"Guess he doesn't have any friends that are really desperate," Mary said.

"Their loss. My gain, eventually, I hope," Mr. Mullin replied. "I've always hoped that you never would run into a man with refined tastes who can appreciate your beauty like I do. Selfish on my part, I know that, but the thought of any other guy touching you depresses me."

"I don't know why you're saying these things to me," Mary said. "I know what I look like."

"I don't think so," Mr. Mullin said. "I think that you're the most desirable woman I've ever met."

"Mr. Mullin, you happen to be married to a woman who is stone cold gorgeous, and comparing me to her is ludicrous. I have a mirror."

"First of all, Mary, I wish you would call me Greg. Second of all, that woman you call gorgeous is so unattractive to me that it makes my skin crawl. We haven't had sex in at least 4 years, and won't ever again most likely."

"That's not stopping her though," Mr. Mullin continued. "She's out getting fucked right now as we speak, I imagine. Her current boy toy is some graduate student from Kenya. Part of her around-the-world cock tasting tour I think."

"Mrs. Mullin?" Mary said in a stunned voice.

"Oh sure. My dearest Tracy is one of the city's most active and aggressive cougars," Mr. Mullin said. "I suppose that it's to her credit that you don't know. Hopefully Brianna doesn't know either. I've asked her to be discrete for Brianna's sake."

"So you tell your wife that it's okay to see other men?"

"Yes," he responded. "In the beginning that actually deterred her. You know - removing the "forbidden fruit" angle took a little bit of the excitement out of it for her, but since then she's had no problem fucking anybody and everybody. It's alright though, because she doesn't interest me in the least. It was almost like an arranged marriage from the start, and now just a marriage of convenience."

"And so you - like, go out and sleep with other women?" Mary asked. 

"Yes, from time to time," Mr. Mullin said. "I've been unfaithful to my wife four times, unless you count what we did last night, and this morning. That would make five."

"I didn't do anything," Mary said.

"I guess that's true," Mr. Mullin said. "I'm counting on that to change next weekend. Aren't you and Brianna seeing each other at all before next weekend?"

"No," Mary said.

"But you must have dates of your own before then?"

"No," Mary said.

"I would love to see you. Just you and me, alone."

"I don't think that's a good idea," Mary said, her voice wavering.

"Why? You aren't afraid of me, are you. After all these years?" Mr. Mullin asked. "I would never do anything to hurt you. You know that. I only want to do what the boys do to you, only I'll do it better. Much better. I promise you that. The reason my wife and I don't have sex any more isn't because I'm no good in bed, believe me. It's because I don't find her attractive. Not like you, babe."

"I'm not like you think I am," Mary said.

"Haven't you ever been with an older man before?" Mr. Mullin asked. 

"No, I mean I've never actually been..."

"Oh that's okay Mary, I understand. I know how girls are these days. Nothing to be embarrassed about," Mr. Mullin said. "Brianna's been on the pill for a couple years."

"Look, I have to go now," Mary said.

"Call me tomorrow, okay Mary? Same time?"

"Uh, yeah. If I can," Mary replied, hanging up the phone.

It was all too much to comprehend, Mary thought. What would Brianna think about this? Why was Brianna's father interested in her, of all people? 

*****

Chapter Five: The next call.

"You sound more relaxed this time," Mr. Mullin said.

"I still feel dirty about this," Mary said.

"You shouldn't be," he responded. "If anybody should feel dirty, it's me, and I don't. Some people might consider it wrong for a 47 year old man to be waiting around like a vulture until you turned 18. I don't. Besides, you were a woman long before that." 

Mary remained silent as she sat on the edge of her bed.

"You still there?" Mr. Mullin asked. "Good. What are you wearing right now?"

"What am I wearing?" Mary asked, looking down at herself. "A t-shirt."

"Nothing else? No panties? No bra?"

"Um... no."

"That sounds nice," Mr. Mullin said. "Must feel nice to get that bulky harness off of your breasts at the end of the day, doesn't it?"

"Uh, I guess."

"What size bra do you wear, Mary?" Mr. Mullin asked, and after a long silence... "Mary?... Mary?"

"Why do you want to know that?"

"Curious, I guess," Mr. Mullin replied. "Aren't you curious about things? Want to know how big my penis is?"

"No."

"Okay, let's get back to you. I'm guessing that you're about a 42DD. Am I right?"

"Mr. Mullin..."

"Am I close?"

"I guess. This is kinda embarrassing."

"I've already held them a couple of times, Mary, and they were spectacular," Mr. Mullin said. "44 maybe?"

"38," Mary finally said. 

"Really?" Mr. Mullin replied. "Are you sure you're wearing the proper size? Have you ever been fitted for a bra by a professional?"

"God no," Mary said. "I'd be too embarrassed for that. I even order bras by mail because I'd be too ashamed to bring them up to the counter at the store and have people see what size I wear. I just keep buying bigger sizes and hope they fit."

"Embarrassed?" Greg exclaimed. "Of being an incredibly well developed woman? Is that why you never wear clothes that show off your body? That's crazy. And 38 seems way off. Of course, you're a rather small woman too. What cup size are you?

"F." 

"Good god," Mr. Mullin muttered. "Must not be something you can buy in a department store, I guess. Amazing. All I've been looking at are a pair of pathetic 32A's all my life."

"I've wanted to get breast reduction surgery for a while, but Daddy wouldn't spring for it."

"Thank goodness for that," Greg said. "As you can tell, I''ve got a thing for big breasts, which is funny considering who I'm married to. You know what I would love to do? I'd love to buy you some nice bras. Love to watch you get fitted for them too."


Mary's Evolution: Book 01



"I don't think so," Mary answered. 

"Since you were so kind to share your personal stuff with me, I'll share as well. I'm somewhere around 7 - maybe 7 and a half inches. Never was sure where you measured from though."

"What?"

"My penis. It's somewhere around 7 1/2 inches long," Mr. Mullin explained. "Pretty normal thickness I guess. With the Internet I know that's nothing truly extraordinary compared to some of those genetic freaks, but I think you'll find I'm a little bigger than most you've had. Am I right? Mary?"

"I'm here."

"Am I upsetting you?"

"I guess not."

"Oh, and I'm not circumcised. Does that matter to you? Have you ever been with an uncut guy?"

"Uh, no."

"You know what I'm doing right now?" Mr. Mullin asked.

"Uh, I'm not sure," Mary said, although she had an idea.

"Looking at a picture of you. It was the time that all of us went up to Lake George, and I was so excited about finally getting to see you in a bathing suit, but you ended up wearing a t-shirt over it. Still a nice picture though, with you all wet and smiling.

"I remember that day," Mary answered.

"Why are you so modest?" Mr. Mullin asked. "I guess I shouldn't complain, because I think that's added to the mystique of you."

"Mystique?" Mary said, stifling a giggle despite the tension she felt.

"Sure," Mr. Mullin said. "It's like having to look at a work of art that's mostly hidden, so I get to see only little peeks from time to time. Like last night when I finally got to see a little more of you, even if it was pretty dark. I had always thought - hoped might be a better word - that you didn't shave your underarms. You know, because you never wear sleeveless clothes."

"I don't like to dress in things that.. you know. Show too much I guess. So how fat I am."

"You're a little chubby, Mary. You aren't fat," Mr. Mullin said. "You have very nice arms too. It's a shame that you shave your underarms though. Would you do me a favor, Mary?"

"Depends."

"Stop shaving. Do it for me. I assume you do shave and don't get waxed every week and Brianna and her mother. I understand that letting your legs get hairy might be a problem for you socially, but at least let the hair under your arms grow for me."

"Uh, do you have any idea what I would look like?"

"I'm imagining it right now, and the very thought of it is driving me wild."

"I... uh... I'm not like, you know Brianna or anything," Mary stammered. "I'm really kind of..."

"Hairy," Mr. Mullin said, completing her sentence. "I know that. Suspected it from other little clues, but when I reached under your panties last night and felt all of that lush, thick hair between your legs, I was in heaven. It was so great to feel a real woman again. So, will you do it for me? Or not do it, I mean."

"I dunno," Mary said. "This is all too weird. None of this makes any sense."

"It will," Mr. Mullin said. "In time." 

"I don't think it will," Mary countered. "If it wasn't you, I would know this was somebody playing a dirty trick on me. Teasing me and making fun of me."

"Do you have an e-mail address? One that nobody but you knows about?"

"Yes."

"Give me the address. I'll send you something to prove how serious I am about this. How serious I am about you."

******

Chapter Six: Dear MaryQuiteContrary

"Cute name for your e-mail account, Mary," Mr. Mullin's e-mail began.

It had taken well over an hour for the e-mail to arrive, and Mary felt a bit silly sitting at the computer not knowing whether Mr. Mullin was going to mail her something that night, or some other time. When it popped up in her inbox, Mary jumped in her seat, and then waited a long minute just staring at the message title, "Cute name", before opening it.

"You seem to have doubts as to my sincerity toward you, and while I myself don't understand you feeling that way, I guess I can put myself in your shoes and realize why you suspect my motives.

Why would I be attracted to you? A woman so much different from my wife? The answer to that is simple. I married Tracy 24 years ago, even though I didn't love her, and I don't think she loved me either, although things were better in the beginning then they are today.

She was a trophy wife. For some reason I thought that this is what I needed to get ahead in the business world. An attractive piece of eye candy to parade on my arm as we climbed the social ladder, making the scene at the country club and all of that. I used her, and I'm not proud of that.

Tracy used me too. She built her little real estate empire with my help, and now she's one of the town's movers and shakers. She doesn't need me now, and we stay together for Brianna's sake as well as our professional reasons. Once Brianna moves out on her own, I'm sure Tracy will be filing for divorce, if I don't beat her to it.

I curse myself for not following my heart back in my younger days. The girls that really excited me back in the 70's were the free spirits; the wild and carefree women who were natural and honest about themselves, and weren't a slave to fashion. Maybe you remind of one particular girl I was crazy about, and who liked me too.

I eased myself away from her, because she wouldn't have been the country club type. She would have been reading Crawdaddy instead of Vogue, and might have used the wrong fork at a fancy dinner. Those were things I thought meant something back then. I was a fool.

I'm no longer being a fool, and have given up pretending to go along with what society considers the norm. You want to know how I feel about you, and how I see you? Here's part of a message I sent to a small group of men I correspond with regularly, as part of this Internet group of people who share similar tastes in women. 

Strictly anonymous, mind you...

"I finally did it. I couldn't believe that I actually did, but I went into the bedroom where my dream girl was sleeping. She was in a twin bed in the same room as my daughter, so I had to be careful and quiet.

The girl's name is Mary, and she just turned 18. She's about five foot tall and maybe 130 pounds or so. Pleasingly plump you might say. She's an extremely intelligent girl too. The bookworm type with glasses and all. She has this incredible wavy dark brown shoulder length hair that's so thick it makes you want to run your hands through it.

Her eyebrows are thick too, and she has those Sarah Silverman-like sideburns that we've talked about so much. All of that gave me a lot of confidence about what I would find once I got under her clothes.

She was wearing a night shirt and panties; so typical of the way she dresses. She has no confidence and practically covers herself from head to toe all the time, so very unlike her best friend - my daughter - who lets everything hang out for all to see.

Once I knelt beside Mary's bed, my hands were all over her. Her breasts were so big and full you wouldn't believe it. Not those titty bar silicone boobs that are hard as stone, but real honest-to-goodness natural breasts, soft and full with nipples like baby pacifiers.

Mary woke up when I started to slide my hand under the elastic of her panties, but I managed to keep her quiet, and she didn't stop me or my hand. Her panties were cotton and very full cut, but as soon as my fingers slid inside they were right in the middle of the thickest and densest bush imaginable.

Despite how thick and dense her bush is, my fingers found their way right into her opening, and while I played with her pussy with one hand I kept kneading those jugs with the other. After my mouth latched onto the fattest nipple I had ever experienced, Mary came fast and she came hard, and managed to keep quiet about it too, bless her soul.

After she stopped cumming, I pulled my hand out of her panties and licked my fingers while inhaling her musky pussy scent, before bringing that hand down to jerk myself off. I wanted to do much more but the risk of getting caught was too great, so while stroking my cock I inched her shirt up over her tits and up to her head.

Remember I told you guys that I suspected she might not shave her armpits, just guessing from little peeks I got up the sleeves of her blouses and from the way she dresses so modestly? Well, sad to say that wasn't the case, as I learned when I raised her arm up over her head and let my thumb slide under her arm, but she must not have shaved in a week or two because the stubble was very prominent.

I didn't want to scare her off but I couldn't resist it, so I let my tongue slide over. After licking the sweetest and moistest underarm on earth, which was completely coated with little seedlings, I came all over the floor, and it was so intense that I almost passed out from the force of my orgasm.

Tonight I'm going to talk to her and tell her how I feel. I know I must sound like a schoolkid to you guys, but that's close to the way I'm feeling right about now."

Well Mary, there was more in that message I sent to these other men, but you get the general idea. Now you know how it was for me that night. Only you know how it was for you.

I don't know how you could have missed how I've felt about you. That astounds me, given how intelligent and perceptive you always seem to be. Even Tracy has sensed it, making a comment one time about how I should be ashamed of myself for being such a lecherous person.

I don't feel that I am. I just know what I like and I truly appreciate a woman's beauty in the most pure and natural state. That's you, Mary.

So there you have it. Now that you know how I feel, the next move is yours. With what I've written here, you could destroy a lot of lives. Not my marriage, of course. That's dead and buried anyway, but you could hurt Brianna, and probably hurt me professionally too.

I trust you though, so if I've offended you in any way, I hope you'll just delete this and never call me again. I, in turn will never bother you any more. I care for you and respect you too much to hurt you.

If you do have feelings for me, and would like me to teach you all that I know, then I hope you will call me again tomorrow night. If that's the case, then open the attachment, which is another example of the faith and trust I have in you.

All my love,

Greg

*******

Chapter Seven: The attachment.

Mary was drenched in sweat by the time she got to the end of Mr. Mullin's e-mail, and she had to wipe the perspiration from her forehead before clicking on the attachment. When the photo came up, Mary gasped, even though it was nothing she hadn't seen before on the Internet. What made it different was that this was somebody she knew.Mr. Mullin. Naked.

The photo was taken in the computer room of the Mullin's house, and Mr. Mullin was standing beside the computer chair. He wasn't posed lewdly or anything, but just standing there with an almost apprehensive look on his face. Naked.

He had a nice body, that much Mary already knew, but he was in really good shape for somebody close to fifty. His stomach was flat and he had nice muscle tone. He had chest hair too, which she found sexy but Mary's eyes kept going right back to the same place.

Mr. Mullin's cock looked scary. Not only because it was big either, although there was no denying that the long flaccid hose that hung down in front of a sizable pair of balls was a little intimidating. 

Maybe part of it was the fact that he was uncircumsised. The tip of the head of his manhood was just peeking out from the wrinkled opening of the hood, and Mary wondered how it would feel to slide his foreskin back. But the real fear factor was in that this cock, unlike the scores of others she had seen on the Internet, was attached to somebody who for whatever reason, wanted her.

As Mary's hand went down between her legs; down to the very same place where the hand of that distinguished looking man staring placidly back at her from the screen had been a couple of nights earlier. She was already wet from reading what Mr. Mullin had wrote to her, and as she thrust herself into her vigorously moving fingers she let her mind go as she stared at Mr. Mullin's cock.

He was going to be the first, Mary thought. He wanted her, and she found herself wanting him. He was so big down there even soft. What would it look like hard? What would it feel like? 

"Please be gentle," Mary whispered to herself as she neared orgasm. "I've never done this before. Really. I'm scared."

Mary came as she imagined Mr. Mullin's cock sliding into her, his throbbing hardness tearing through her membrane and sinking deep inside of her, and she almost feel out of the chair as her body convulsed several times before finally subsiding.

*******

Chapter Eight: The next call.

"I'm so glad you called, Mary," Mr. Mullin said. "I was afraid that I might have offended you."

"No, I'm okay."

"What did you think about it? Everything. Like about what I wrote about you to the others."

"Weird," Mary said. "It was like you were talking about somebody else instead of me."

"I hope that means you liked what I wrote."

"Yeah, I guess so," Mary said. "Don't understand the stuff about the hair though."

"My liking it?" 

"Yeah," Mary said. "I mean, us girls always try to get rid of it all nowadays."

"And you've always feel self-conscious about being so hairy down there?" Mr. Mullin asked. "When you're in the shower at school or around other girls naked, does it bother you that you're so much hairier than they are? Do you shave the hair that spills out of the sides of your panties?"

"Yeah. Well, I used to do that, but it grows back so fast that I finally gave up."

"Mary, I know that today's fashion trend is to be smooth all over, but there a lot of men out there that still love the look and the feel of a natural woman. I have to look everyday at a woman in her mid 40's without a hair on her body below her neck, and I find that it looks prepubescent and downright disturbing. Do you think I'm weird?"

"I don't know. I guess so. A little, but I guess I'm kinda weird too."

"Good. We'll be weird together. So tell me, have you shaved at all since I saw you a couple of nights ago?"

"My legs," Mary said. "Had to because I wore a skirt to school."

"How about under your arms? Have you shaved your armpits?"

"Uh - no."

"That's good," Mr. Mullin said softly. "What's it been since you last shaved under your arms? A couple of weeks?"

"Ha!" Mary chuckled. "More like a few days. I'm like a werewolf or something. My armpits are so gross!"

"Obviously I didn't think so the other night, did I?" Mr. Mullin reminded her. "In fact, a woman's underarms are a very erogenous part of the body. What I did may have startled you at first, but if you really think about it, I'll bet that you had a lot different reaction than you would have expected." 

There was a deafening silence at the other end of the phone, and then Mr. Mullin cleared his throat.

"Mary, I have to see you. Tonight."

"Tonight? I can't. It's a school night."

"Just for a minute?"

"You want to drive all the way over here to see me for a minute?" Mary asked.

"Is your bedroom the one upstairs on the far right?"

"Yes."

"Open the blinds and look out the window."

Mary went over to the window and peeked through the curtains, and as she did the interior light of the familiar car parked across the street came on for a second before going off.

"Hi Mary," Mr. Mullin said. "I'm not stalking you or anything, it's just that the Ice Queen must have worn out her Kenyan cohort because she stayed home tonight, and I wanted to be able to talk to you, so as soon as I got home from work I made an excuse and left. Mad?"

"No."

"So can you come out? Just for a while?"

"Can't. My father's down in the family room yelling at a soccer game or something - he would see me."

Mary watched as Mr. Mullin got out of the car and walked toward the house, dressed in his suit and tie, and came over to the side of the house where Mary was located. Still holding the curtains open, Mary's heart was pounding as he looked at the improbable sight of this successful businessman weaving around the bushes to get a glimpse of her.

"I can see you now," Mr. Mullin. "Looking as gorgeous as ever."

"What if somebody sees you out there? What if my father came out for some reason and saw you out there?"

Gerald Koutusis was a long-time client of his, and Greg had played golf with him on numerous occassions. They weren't real friends, as Greg found him too arrogant for his liking, but they got along well for the most part. It might not help though, if he ever got caught lurking around his property at this time of night, however.

"Then I would pretend I was here to sell him some insurance, or I'd invite him to play golf with me this weekend. That would make him happy, because I've beaten him the last couple of times and he would love a chance to get back the money he lost."

"You always have an answer for everything, Mr. Mullin," Mary giggled.

"Greg," he corrected. "And I do have the answers for a lot of things, except about you that is. All I have is questions about you. Come out. Take out the garbage or something."

"Daddy already did that," Mary said, enjoying someone wanting her so badly for the first time in her life. "You want to see me? Here!"

Mary giggled as she put the phone on her shoulder and pulled up her shirt quickly before dropping it back down just as fast, not believing what she had just done.

"Again Mary," Mr. Mullin said, staring up at her from the driveway. "Slower this time."

Mary found her hands moving down to the bottom of her t-shirt and lifting it up, pulling it out over her chest and holding it up.

"Omigod," Mr. Mullin said, staring open-mouthed as Mary lifted her shirt.

With no bra underneath, her massive breasts were fully exposed; the heavy, pendulous jugs hanging down to her waist, and her nipples were almost grazing the window pane as she kept the shirt up for about a half minute before lowering it.

"That was piggish," Mary said, breaking the silence as her face flushed with shame, unable to comprehend what was getting into her to do something like that.

"No. It was the sweetest and most wonderful thing I could have ever wished for. Your breasts are simply amazing. They're beautiful and deserve to be enjoyed by someone as appreciative as I am of true beauty. How badly I want to bury my face between them, or to stick my cock between them. Please come out. Just come down to the garage for a second."

"The den is right down there next to the garage," Mary said. "My dad will see me."

"Make an excuse or something."

The phone went silent, and Greg Mullin went over to the door on the attached garage, flinching when the motion detector set off the security light which bathed him in a garish glow, and tried the door. It was unlocked.

Stepping inside the dark and smelly garage, Mr. Mullin heard the sound of a soccer game through the wall, along with the voice of Gerald Koutusis berating a player for something or other, and then the sounds of footsteps coming down the stairs.

As the door opened, Greg Mullin realized that if wasn't Mary, his presence in the middle of the cluttered two car garage would be way beyond difficult to explain, but there she was in the opened doorway, bathed in the light of TV behind her.

"Getting a soda," Mary said in response to her father asking her where she was going, and the bellowing of the announcer yelling GOAL!!! got quieter when she finally closed the door.

Mary practically flew across the garage to meet him, her breasts swaying wildly as she ran, and she jumped into his arms as they met. Their height difference was almost a foot but they managed to connect easily enough.

No words were exchanged, and Greg was thrilled that Mary was just as excited as he was. Their kisses were sloppy wet and downright feral, their tongues dueling as Greg's hands probed under her blouse with an animal-like intensity.




Mary's Evolution: Book 01



Mary's hands were busy too, and when she found Greg's erection pinned to his right side she groaned along with him. Then Mary's fingers were pulling at his zipper, clawing at the opening as she struggled to get inside of his trousers.

Her pudgy fingers found his cock, and she was so desperate in her attempt to pull it out of the fly that if it wasn't flesh and blood she might have snapped it in half, but Greg was too beside himself to care. Mary soon had his cock out, and was pulling on it hard. Greg found his hands coming out from under Mary's blouse and going up to her shoulders.

When he pressed downward, Mary offered little resistance, and in seconds she was kneeling in front of Greg, with her hand wrapped around the base of his throbbing manhood. After a brief fumbling with his almost fully retracted hood, Mary's mouth swooped down on his cock, those full lush lips sliding down the glans and halfway down the shaft before retreating.

There was no doubt Mary knew what she was doing, and as she went up and down almost the entire length of him, Greg knew he wouldn't last. Everything about it was so erotic; the sounds of her father yelling at the TV, the crazed way Mary was gobbling his dick, and the fact that this was something Greg had wanted for so long.

He was going to cum. He didn't want to, but he couldn't hold it, so as Greg ran his hands through Mary's rich wavy hair, he felt his cock erupt, sending jet after jet of his hot cum down the throat of Gerald Koutusis' little girl while her father's soccer team made him cry out in anguish. Mary choked a little bit, but did not back off and continued to go down on him hard.

Doubled over from the force of his orgasm, Greg struggled to stay on his feet as he came, cradling and caressing Mary's head in his hands until he had been drained. Mary kept sucking on him until he was limp, and then only reluctantly got up when Greg helped her.

Mary looked up at Mr. Mullin with a face that still seemed as innocent as ever, and she was surprised when he took her face in his hands and kissed her, even putting his tongue inside her mouth after what she had just done.

"I have to go," Mary said finally in a voice that sounded almost tearful, and grabbed a bottle of soda from the case on the floor before retreating back into the house, where she got berated by her father for slamming the door behind herself.

Walking back to his car, Greg Mullin kept talking into the phone, hoping that Mary would remember that the connection was still open, and was delighted when he heard aome rustling from the other end.

"Mr. Mullin?" Mary asked quietly.

"Greg," Mr. Mullin replied. "Can't be calling me Mr. Mullin after what you just did to me, honey."

"Was it, you know, good?" Mary asked. "Never did that to a real man."

"No Mary," Greg responded. "Good doesn't come close to describing how incredible that was. Now I want you more than ever. I have to have you. I want you in every way. I want to cum in every opening of your beautiful body. Did you like it? The taste of my cum, I mean."

"It was okay. Still can't believe I did that. Guess you kinda got me excited."

"Now you know how I feel all the time around you," Mr. Mullin said. "The things I want to do to you, Mary. I want to do things that no one has ever done to you before."

"That wouldn't be too tough," Mary said and then stopped before she told him that what he was proposing wouldn't be difficult, since she had done so little.

"Do you like anal?" Mr. Mullin said. "Do you enjoy it when boys do you anally?"

"Anal?" Mary asked in a puzzled voice. "No. I've never done anything like that - really."

"How many times I've pictured taking you downstairs and leaning you over the sofa in the den and putting my cock between those beautiful cheeks of yours. You were built for that, Mary." Greg assured her. "You will enjoy it too. We both will."

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Chapter Nine: Olde Saratoga Motor Lodge.

The Mary sitting in the passenger seat was a far cry from the girl that had practically bowled Greg Mullin over in her garage a couple of days earlier. This Mary was quiet and obviously tense, and after giving Greg a kiss when she jumped in the car upon picking her up at the end of the road, had been biting her lip and looking out the window at the semi-darkness that surrounded them.

"You look like you're ready to jump out the door any second," Greg suggested. "I won't bite. Maybe nibble a little."

Mary smiled and nodded, but remained pensive all the way to the parking lot of the motel than Greg used from time to time. The Olde Saratoga Motor Lodge was well out of town, and the seclusion provided a level of security that Greg appreciated, and the place was rarely crowded.

The owner gave him the room at the end of the building, and after Greg came back to the car and pulled it around the rear of the building, he hopped out and hurried over to open the door for Mary.

Dressed in her plaid skirt, knee-hi socks and white blouse from school, she looked the picture of innocence, but that didn't stop Greg from looking up the skirt at Mary's plump, creamy white thighs as she exited the car.

They walked slowly to the door, and after Greg opened the door and ushered Mary inside, he closed the door and hooked the dead bolt, and Mary shivered at the clanking sound of the chain as it fell against the door.

"Now you're all mine," Greg said in a voice he hoped resembled Bela Lugosi's, but Mary didn't laugh at his attempt at humor, and instead almost seemed about ready to cry. 

"Hey, what's wrong?"

"I don't - I never," Mary said as her eyes darted around between him, the two king sized beds and the chain on the door, before finally getting some words to come out. "I'm scared Mr. - I mean Greg."

"Scared?" Greg said before setting the satchel he had brought in with them onto the chair by the door and wrapping his arms around Mary, finding her body shaking. "Of me? I thought you liked me. It sure seemed that way in your garage that night."

"I do," Mary insisted as a solitary tear trickled out of the corner of her eye, nodding at the room. "It's just that I never, you know. Did any of this before."

"You mean in a motel?" Greg said, rubbing her back as he enjoyed her breasts pressing against his stomach. "It doesn't mean anything cheap. I figured it was safer than your garage, right?"

"Yes, but..."

"I still plan on having some fun with you tomorrow night when you stay over at our house, but here we have a lot more pri..." Greg explained, but then it struck him. "Wait. You mean that you've never? You're a virgin?"

Mary nodded, sinking her teeth deep into her lower lip to keep from bawling like a baby.

"Why didn't you say so?"

"I tried to," Mary said in short bursts of words. "You seemed to think I was like Brianna, so I didn't want you to think I was like an immature kid or anything."

"Oh, I wouldn't have thought that, honey," Greg said as he held her tightly. "Of course, if you don't want to do this..."

That would pose a problem, since Greg was so worked up over Mary as it was that he was going to be hard to dissuade at this point, but Mary shook her head and brushed her hair back over her shoulder.

"That's my girl," Greg said, giving Mary a vote of confidence as he began to unbutton Mary's blouse, and Mary's breathing got more rapid with every button that got opened.

Cleavage and more cleavage got exposed, and then came the brassiere, which had an industrial look to it. That was most likely to reflect the heavy-duty job it had to do, as the cups were so large that they could have carried footballs in them with room to spare.

"I think we can do better than this," Greg said as he let his finger caress the outline of the nipple that was visible though the long-line harness. "Breasts as magnificent as these deserve nothing but the best."

Greg undid the button on the top of Mary's skirt and lowered the zipper, letting the plaid bottom hit the floor. Mary had a thick waist and a deep belly button which looked cute, but Greg's attention was captured by the hairs that were trying to escape the sides of the full cut white cotton panties.

"So sexy," Greg said as his fingers toyed with the stray hairs down there, as well as the rich brown hairs that grew just below her navel until disappearing at the panty line. 

Greg kissed the top of Mary's head before walking behind Mary, putting his hands on her soft shoulders and easing the bra straps down before working on the six little hooks that now kept the garment on. When the last hook came free, the bra lurched forward so fast that Greg lost his grip on the elastic band he had been holding.

Watermelons. That was the thought that came into Greg's mind as he leaned over Mary and looked down at the huge breasts that he had freed, and while that might have been an exaggeration, it wasn't a wild one. The massive tits completely dominated the little woman's torso, and even if one wanted to look elsewhere, you couldn't.

Greg sighed as he reached around and cupped Mary's breasts much like he had at his kitchen sink that morning, but this time there was no clothing in the way. Greg ground himself into Mary as he tried to knead the massive jugs with his over-matched hands before letting his fingers travel down to her panties.

Greg knelt behind Mary as he took the panties down, getting a prime view of Mary's ass while he exposed it. Her pale white buttocks were every bit as lush and full as he had pictured them to be, and he kissed them while sliding her panties down off her legs. 

Her legs were smooth except for some down on the backs of her thighs, and after she stepped out of the panties Greg turned Mary around, getting to face her bush for the first time, and it was every bit as magnificent as it had felt.

"You're gorgeous," Greg said softly, looking up at the frightened teenager who was staring down at him while he raked his fingers through the dense jungle, which stirred up the musky aroma of her sex.

Greg stood up and unbuttoned his shirt, taking Mary's hands and making her help with the process. His trousers dropped to the floor, and as Greg tugged off his boxer shorts, he smiled when he saw Mary's expression as his fully engorged cock sprang around wildly when it was released from captivity.

"You remember this, don't you baby?" Greg whispered in Mary's ear while bringing her hand down to hold it, and he shuddered when her moist fingers wrapped around his throbbing manhood. "You were such a fantastic cock sucker that night in your garage. Best I ever had."

Greg grabbed a tube of lube out of the bag and eased Mary over to the bed, getting her to sit down on the edge as his cock bounced in front of Mary's face.

"Get it nice and wet for me, Mary," Greg said as he pulled her face closer. "This time I get to watch you wrap those beautiful full lips of yours around my cock."

Mary's fingers were shaking as she took his cock in her hands, not nearly as aggressive as she had been that night in her garage. Her mouth went down on him a few times while her eyes looked at him in a way that almost suggested she was having second thoughts.

Not daring to wait any longer, Greg pulled his cock out of her mouth and coaxed Mary onto her back while squeezing out some of the cherry lubricant onto his palm.

Kneeling between Mary's pudgy thighs, he primed his weapon, making his long uncut spear glisten as his fist went up and down the shaft before reaching inside of Mary.

"Relax baby," Greg said as he lowered his cock to the opening, rubbing the head up and down the hairy crevice before leaning forward.

"Too big," Mary cried out as Greg pushed into what seemed to be an inpenetrable barrier. "It's gonna hurt. It's way too big."

"No, I'm not baby," Greg said. "I swear. Just relax for me. I want you so bad."

Suddenly Greg lurched forward, impaling himself into Mary as she cried out like she had been stabbed.

"Hurts," Mary whimpered as Greg let out a moan of pleasure while entereing her.

"It's okay," Greg said in a soothing voice. "It's over. It's okay."

Greg looked down and saw the evidence of what he had just done, and looked back up to Mary, still biting her lower lip as tears trickled down the sides of her face.

"You're so tight," Greg grunted as he worked a few inches of himself into the narrow passageway. "Feels nice though, doesn't it? Doesn't hurt any more does it?"

Mary shook her head no briskly, still obviously nervous but no longer crying. Greg kept moving the tip of him in and out of her gently, working just a tiny fraction more of him in as he did.

"Play with your breasts for me," Greg said. "I want to watch you."

As Greg held himself suspended over her, Mary began to massage her globes, kneading the doughy jugs meekly at first before starting to get into it. Greg had managed to work more than half of his cock into Mary by then, and the more Mary played with her tits the deeper Greg went, and soon he was fully impaled inside of Mary.

"That's it baby," Greg smiled as his cock disappeared completely. "You've got it all now. You like it?"

"Big," Mary grunted, but she was starting to thrust herself up into Greg as he moved.

"You're more than enough woman to handle it," Greg said as he began to thrust in and out a little harder, the sloshing sounds getting louder as he did.

Greg wanted Mary to cum before he did, and she did finally, even though it wasn't as intense as he had been back that night when he had fingered her. Probably still sore, Greg figured, and so he began to move in and out of her quickly. Soon he felt his orgasm rise within him, and as he impaled himself fully inside of Mary, he groaned loudly. 

"Cumming honey," Greg grunted,sending a healthy load of his seed deep into Mary before easing down on the bed beside her, watching Mary's huge breasts heaving, still very impressive even when she was on her back.

"It'll be better next time," Greg promised Mary, but she seemed very happy as it was, smothering him with kisses and hugs as she seemed to feel a great weight taken off her shoulders.

"I love you so much," Mary gasped. "I mean - I loved it so much."

"Feel okay?" Greg asked and Mary nodded excitedly before glancing down at both the mess they were laying in and the mess all over Greg's crotch.

"Why don't you go take a shower and I'll join you in a minute?" Greg suggested, and after Mary waddled into the bathroom Greg quickly covered up the mess with the blanket and pulled down the sheets of the other one before joining Mary.

The two of them soaped each other up and rinsed off before stepping out of the shower and toweling each other off.

"Kinda bright in here," Mary said, looking at her reflection in the picture window-sized mirror above the sink and counter-top.

"We get to see how truly beautiful you are that way," Greg said,rubbing Mary's breasts with the towel, sliding the cotton underneath and around them, before suggesting that he would need more towels for this job.

Mary giggled, and then blushed when Greg lifted her arm to keep drying her and let out a gasp of surprise.

"Oh wow!" Greg exclaimed as Mary tried to lower her arm to no avail as Greg overpowered her and raised her hand high over her head. "Let me see."

Greg stared open mouthed as he let his fingers slide all over the dense growth that coated Mary's armpits.

"Warned you," Mary said, her face beet red. "I'm like a werewolf."

"Maybe you're right about that," Greg smiled, stunned at what had happened in just over a week, the faint stubble becoming little hairs that were surprisingly soft to the touch. "I think you look great, and at this rate I can't wait to see what you look like in a few weeks."

"You really want me to keep letting it grow?" Mary asked.

"Of course," Greg said, nibbling around the inside of her arm before letting Mary lower it. "Why? You aren't you ashamed of yourself, are you?"

"No, but it's just - I don't know."

"Are you afraid your date tomorrow night will see you don't shave anymore?" Greg asked as he kissed the top of Mary's head and led her out to the fresh bed. "Don't be, because your real date tomorrow night begins after you get back to my house. After Brianna falls asleep, I want you to go down to the den. I'll be waiting there."

"In your house? What if we get caught?"

"We won't, but that's tomorrow night," Greg said as he put Mary down on the bed and climbed in next to her, grabbing her right breast with both hands and sucking on the fat peg of her nipple.

After going from breast to breast for a while, Greg slid his hand between Mary's legs and through her dense bush. He slipped his finger inside of Mary but withdrew it when he saw her wince.

"Sore, baby?" Greg asked, and when Mary nodded he got up on his knees, his erection waving like a sword in front of him.

"You got hard again that fast?" Mary said as she looked at his swollen organ.

"Not bad for an old guy, but without looking at you it wouldn't be possible," Greg said as he lifted his leg and straddled the chubby teen. "While you recover I'm going to do something I've fantasized about for a long time."

**********

Chapter Ten: Fantasy fulfilled.

Putting his cock in the damp cleavage, Greg grabbed the fleshy pillows and squeezed them together, surrounding his cock with Mary's tits. It was moist in there, and when Greg felt how easily he was able to slide in and out, he smiled.

"Feels so nice," Greg said. "Wish my cock was bigger."

"It's plenty big enough as it is," Mary giggled, looking down at what Greg was doing to her bosom. "Almost too big."

"I tried so hard not to hurt you," Greg said. 

"It's okay," Mary said. "It was worth it."

"If my cock was bigger we could watch it come out from between your breasts," Greg continued.

"I can see it though," Mary said. "Just the tip of it when you push forward."

"Really?"

"Yeah! It looks cool when it slips out, and when the tip of the head peeks out from between my tits the pee-hole opens up."

"I like that," Greg said, grinding himself into Mary's cleavage with increased intensity. "Say it again." 

"Say what?"

"Tits," Greg grunted. "Love it when you called them that. Tell me to fuck your tits. Talk nasty."

"Fuck my tits," Mary said meekly.

"That's it," Greg said, watching the sweat from his face and hair rain down all over Mary while he firmly rolled her jugs around his cock with his hands. "Keep going."

"Fuck my tits," Mary said with a little more confidence, and when she saw how this inflamed Greg, she amped it up.

"That's it. Fuck my tits. Fuck them hard! Stick your big cock in between those 38F's and cum all over me!"

"Shit!" Greg sputtered. "Reach up and grab the headboard.

"Don't stop fucking my tits!" Mary said, getting wild-eyed herself as she brought her arms up over her head and wedged them under the headboard as Greg had asked. "Squeeze them harder! Cum all over them!"

Greg looked down at Mary, so sweet and innocent looking even as she talked nasty, and the sight of all of her charms exposed to him along with the words sent him over the edge.

He let out a guttural groan as he leaned forward, the jerking of his cock smothered by the gigantic tits that surrounded it, and when he came he looked down, expecting to see his cum dribble out from between Mary's tits and dribble down her neck.

Instead, Greg saw one spurt of cum lurch out from the cavernous cleavage, and then a second erupt from the fleshy cavern and spray Mary's face and neck with stringy ropes of his seed. The rest of his orgasm dribbled out as Greg had expected, but the sight of Mary's laughing face spattered with semen was exciting beyond words.

Mary blinked as some of his cum got into her eye, but she didn't make a move to remove it and let Greg enjoy the sight for a minute until reaching over with a towel and clearing his cum off her face.




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"You cum a lot," Mary said, her eye still burning from his spunk. "That was really neat, but by the end of it I was wishing that - you know."

"What?"

"That you were inside of me," Mary said shyly.

"Mary! You horny little devil," Greg said with a wicked grin as he knelt beside her, wiggling his very dead dick around in the air. "Well, I may be an old guy, but I think that you'll be able to make him hard again before too long."

"Really?" Mary said with a look of wonder on her face.

"Of course, that might take some of your persuasive powers to make that happen," Greg said, but before he could continue with his thoughts, Mary was already turning her body to get under his dangling cock, and when she got beneath it and opened her mouth all he had to do was simply drop it in and let it slide down her throat.

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Chapter Eleven: Reflections.

Greg not only had another round left in the chamber, around 1:30 in the morning, after calling out for some Chinese food, he found himself wanting more Mary. To his delight, Mary was ready too.

"Look at that beautiful woman over there," Greg said as he brought Mary over to the mirror above the dresser, and when he looked at their reflection in the mirror he saw Mary wince.

"Too fat," Mary said as she scrunched up her face.

"A breathtakingly beautiful woman," Greg corrected, resting his chin on the top of Mary's head while he used his hands to explain his presentation. "Classically striking features; from the thick eyebrows to the bridge of your nose, and such lush and full lips that were made for kissing and - uh - other things."

Mary giggled as Greg's hands slid all over her body as he described somebody in such glowing words that she didn't couldn't tell who he was supposedly referring to.

"Soft rounded shoulders and nice solid arms," Greg continued. "Breasts that are without comparision in their fullness, and aureolas that are plumper and bigger than the entire breasts of a certain woman I know. And then there's this delightful thicket of hair we have here."

"So soft and thick and dense," Greg sighed while his fingers raked through the jungle. "And so moist too. Something tells me that the gorgeous woman in front of me wants something inside there, doesn't she?"

"You're hard again," Mary giggled.

"Here," Greg said, grabbing a step stool from beneath the coat rack and placing it in front of the mirror. "Get up on this for me so we can get you tall enough for what we are going to do."

The stool was sturdy but not very big, so when Mary got up on it she wasn't able to spread her legs very far apart. Greg's hands parted her plump yet solid buttocks, and when he spread them wide he was a bit surprised to find that her anus was hairless, the tiny balloon knot as smooth as could be. 

"No problem," Greg said while coating Mary's pussy with the gel, answering Mary's concern about her shaky stance. "We'll take it nice and slow so you don't fall. Now lean down more for me baby."

Mary put her hands on the sink and bent forward while trying to stay on the precarious perch, wincing as she felt Greg's cock slide into her pussy from behind. Her pendulous breasts hung down almost to the counter-top, and as they began to sway Greg reached around her and cupped them as they swung.

"You look so sexy like this," Greg growled as he kissed Mary's back and neck. "You like taking my cock this way?"

"Yes," Mary grunted. "In me - so deep."

Mary looked at their reflection in the mirror that was just a foot from her face, and the image was so surreal that for a second she had trouble believing what she was seeing. 

Was that really me in the mirror, she wondered? The quiet and overly modest wallflower who could never get a date on her own, and whose only connection with proms and dances were the descriptions that Brianna would provide afterward? Is that me, naked and bending over a bathroom sink in a motel room, having intercourse for the fourth time in seven hours, after abstaining for 18 years?

Even more unreal was the man who was behind her. Not Brad Pitt, who would have been there in her most delusional fantasy, and not some pimple-faced jerk who she had always suspected would be her first. This was an incredibly handsome man who owned one of the biggest insurance companies in the city. Greg Mullin could probably get just about any woman he wanted, and for whatever reason, he wanted her.

The man who had helped her onto kiddie rides at amusement parks, and had comforted her when she would fall and scrape her knees when playing with Brianna, was now the man who had mounted her and was thrusting his cock into her pussy hard and fast. His face beet-red, and every vein and tendon in his face and neck, he was making noises that seemed animal-like as he neared orgasm.

Mary came just before he did, falling forward almost into the sink as Greg pounded into her savagely, and Mary's thighs were quivering from the strain when Greg emptied his load deep into her, collapsing for a moment before lifting himself off of her.

"You okay, baby?" Greg asked as he helped her off of the counter-top and hugged her tight.

"Okay," Mary answered, returning the affection as their sweaty bodies embraced.

"I got a little crazy there," Greg whispered. "Seeing you like that - drove me nuts."

"Me too," Mary replied, feeling his cum begin to ooze out of her.

"Let's go to bed."

************

Chapter Twelve: Driving home. 

They woke up with the sun, and after cleaning up and getting dressed, Greg took Mary to a roadside diner were they had breakfast. Greg ate a meal fit for a lumberjack heartily, while Mary toyed with a half of a grapefruit and a cup of tea.

"Trying to lose weight," Mary explained after turning down Greg's offer of something more substantial.

"Don't go melting away on me," Greg said with a smile. 

"Not much chance of that," Mary said, knowing from past experience that this diet would likely end up just like the others, where she would lose 10 pounds or so, and in a couple of months would gain it all back plus a couple more.

"You're perfect just the way you are," Greg assured her as he looked around the diner. "All of these people - I guess to them we look like a father and his daughter. Maybe his grand daughter. Wonder what they would think if they could have seen us last night?"

"And this morning," Mary said, blushing as she giggled.

"What did you think about what I said?" Greg asked, watching for Mary's reaction. "About what I want to do to you tonight?"

"Scared," Mary said, swallowing hard.

"You were scared about last night too, remember?" Greg recalled. "You seemed to like my finger up there."

Mary shuddered as she recalled how Greg had woken her up earlier. It was certainly not an alarm clock, but Greg's lubricated finger spinning into her ass certainly performed the same function.

"Your dick is bigger than your finger," Mary whispered. "Lots bigger."

The thought of Greg's cock going into her ass made Mary entire body shiver. Brianna had told her about when she had tried anal sex, and how much it hurt, and the guy she did it with probably wasn't as big as her father.

"I'm getting hard again just thinking about it," Greg said. "Spreading those big beautiful cheeks apart and sliding my cock deep into your tight asshole - and I know it's going to be so tight."

"It will hurt though. Won't it?"

"Yes," Greg agreed. "Just like last night hurt, and a couple hours later you were begging for more."

Mary nodded and went back to pecking at her grapefruit, not sure whether she was ready for this or not. One thing was for sure; whatever Greg wanted, Mary would give to him. Mary wanted nothing more than to make Greg Mullin happy. Wanted to do anything and everything she could to please him, because she loved him. She would never make the same mistake that his wife did.

"Who is the lucky guy you're seeing tomorrow - I mean later tonight when you double date with Brianna?" Greg asked as he drove Mary home

"Kevin."

"Have you been out with him before?" Greg asked, and when Mary nodded he continued. "Have you sucked his cock?"

"I went out with him once before. No, I didn't."

"Then what will you do to him? Will you jerk him off?"

"I dunno," Mary said, feeling uncomfortable at discussing Kevin like this, even though she didn't really like him all that much. "Probably."

"Does he have a big cock?"

"Kinda, I guess."

"As big as mine?"

"Omigod, no."

"You'll be in the front seat while Brianna is in the back seat?"

"Yeah."

"I suppose she'll be getting fucked," Greg mused. "Can't believe you managed to stay a virgin all that time. How blessed I was to be your first. Well, it's okay if you give him a hand job, but nothing more. Alright?"

"Okay," Mary said, nodding as he pulled into her driveway.

"And tonight, when you sneak downstairs to meet me, you'll tell me all about it?"

"I guess."

"That's a good girl. See you later," Greg said as Mary climbed out of the car. "And thanks for the present. It will keep me thinking about you until then."

Greg drove down the road, taking Mary's gift out of his jacket pocket and looking at it. The well-worn panties had a slight discoloration in the crotch, and there was even a stray hair left behind, stuck in the side elastic. Greg Mullin brought the panties up to his face, burying his nose in the cotton undies as he inhaled deeply, somehow managing to stay on the road while savoring the memories of the last twelve hours and looking forward to what was to come.

Mary was his.

*****

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Mary's Evolution: Book 02



This is the continuation of the initial story, where Mary Koutusis was seduced by the father of her best friend, and the seduction was completed by the taking of Mary's virginity in a motel room just outside of town.

Mary was head-over-heels in love with Greg Mullin, prosperous businessman and unhappily married man who was nearly 30 years her senior. Greg realized how Mary felt about him from the start, and while he wasn't in love with Mary, he was certainly obsessed with her body, and that night in the motel room did nothing to dampen that enthusiasm. If anything it had made him lust after the chubby teenager even more.

She had been everything he had fantasized about and more. Her shyness and emotional fragility, along with her naivety and seemingly total devotion to him made for a combination that he found irresistible.

So while Mary went out with his daughter that next night on a double date with a couple of boys, Greg stayed at home and waited for their return.

Mary's Evolution: Book Two

***



Chapter One: Anticipation



Things were pretty normal for a Saturday evening at the Mullin house. Husband and father Greg was puttering around the house, while his trophy wife Tracy was busy getting ready to "show a house to a client", as she had explained to Greg and their daughter Brianna in passing.

"Showing a house," Greg snorted as he headed back outside.

Greg knew that the only thing his wife would be showing was the inside of her pussy, probably to that Kenyan graduate student she had been banging lately. 

"She must be twice his age," Greg mumbled to himself as he went back to fixing the railing on the deck.

Greg knew he had no right to complain, since he was nearly 30 years older than Mary, his daughter's best friend who was a virgin until last night.

And what a night last night had been, Greg recalled. So sweet and shy, and to think she had actually been a virgin less than 24 hours ago. He had assumed the terrified and innocent look Mary exhibited was just part of the game, and since his daughter was as big a slut as her mother, Greg had assumed that Mary must have been sexually active too.

The evidence to the contrary was indisputable, left all over the sheets of the Olde Saratoga Motor Lodge, room 119. Mary had been extremely nervous at first, but once her cherry was taken Mary had become a whole lot more relaxed and open, as well as changing in other ways. Like the phone call he had gotten from her a couple of hours ago.

"Hi," the female voice said softly into the phone. "Can you talk?"

"To you? Always baby," Greg replied, taking his cell phone down to the den.

"Last night," Mary whispered. "Was it - you know - good? Was I any good?"

"Couldn't you tell from the way I was constantly hard?" Greg chuckled. "Guys my age shouldn't be able to do that, but you turn me on so much."

"It was the greatest night of my life," Mary said, almost sounding like she was crying. "You made me feel like a real woman. Like I never felt before."

"Get used to that feeling," Greg said. "That's the way I plan on making you feel every time I'm with you."

"I'm gonna keep losing weight too," Mary promised. "This is not going to be like the other diets that I quit on. I'm gonna make myself hot for you."

"You already are hot," Greg answered, wincing at the thought of Mary becoming a bony skeleton like his wife and daughter. "I'm crazy about you just like you are. When I stuck my cock between those magnificent breasts of yours I was in heaven."

"That was fun," Mary giggled. "Made me feel sexy."

"That's because you are."

"I don't want to go out with Kevin tonight," Mary said in a pouting voice. "I want to be with you. I want to make love to you all night long again. I want to suck on your dick so bad."

"Patience, Grasshopper," Greg said with a chuckle. "If you weren't double dating with Brianna there would be no reason for you to be staying over, would there? Have your fun with your little friend tonight. Get him all excited. Let him play with your tits and give him a hand job if you like. He can warm you up for me, so when you get back to my place afterward and Brianna goes to sleep, you'll be all mine."

"I can't wait."

"Remember what I'm going to do to you?" Greg asked, looking over at the sofa in the den as he pictured Mary bent over it.

"Yes."

"You aren't still scared of that, are you Mary?"

"A little," Mary admitted. "But whatever you want to do to me, it's okay. I want to make you happy in every way."

"You do, and you will," Greg assured Mary, and after the phone call ended he had to rearrange his clothing to hide his erection.

***



Chapter Two: Think of me.

Out on the deck Greg nipped his finger with the hammer and let out a little yelp as he was distracted by Brianna and Mary entering the kitchen. Sweet Mary. All that woman hiding under that bland clothing, and even though she was dressed from neck to toe in a bulky sweater and jeans, when he looked at her he saw her naked.

Those gigantic breasts; shackled in that ill-fitting harness, with those thick nipples sticking out like little thumbs on those drink coaster-sized crimson aureoles. That rich dense forest between her legs; growing wildly in a massive untrimmed triangle that spread out onto her inner thighs.

And that ass! Full round buttocks so creamy white, and surprisingly firm to the touch. Greg had spread those cheeks just before taking Mary from behind, expecting to see a hair-filled crevice, but was surprised to see her anus smooth and hairless.

He suspected nothing had been up inside of that balloon knot before his finger had penetrated it either, judging by Mary's reaction to his digital probing, and when he felt the exquisite tightness and warmth of her ass he knew he had to have it.

Greg had told Mary he would be doing just that after she returned from her double date with his daughter and their boyfriends. He was going to be waiting in the den, and when she arrived he was going to have her anally, with her draped over the couch like he had long fantasized.

But that was hours away, Greg knew, and as he stared in at Mary who was listening patiently to Brianna babble on about something, she happened to glance outside and saw him. Immediately her eyes lit up and her face began to glow.

"Not so obvious," Greg mumbled to himself as he gave Mary a curt nod, hoping she wouldn't let what she was feeling show so blatantly.

Luckily Brianna was as ditsy as her mother, and was so wrapped up in herself that she missed Mary's fawning look of devotion aimed at him. She mouthed the words "I love you" to him before looking away, and Greg quickly went down the steps of the deck and around into the garage.

Any more looking at Mary and he would end up doing something juvenile like jerking off, so he brought the tools back into the garage. The sound of footsteps coming down the stairs and into the den got his attention. They were louder than usual, and by the time he figured it out who it was, Mary was already opening the door.

"Hi," Mary said, biting her lip and smiling.

"Hello yourself," Greg said as Mary clicked the lock on the door and walked toward him.

"Garage," Mary said as she looked around the place and giggled. "Ever since that night, garages make me horny."

Mary reached up and put her arms around Greg's neck, smothering him with those full red lips of hers, and as her breasts pressed against him Greg responded in kind.

"What about Brianna?" Greg said in between kisses.

"Dressing. Takes her forever to get ready," Mary responded, her hands grabbing his crotch roughly. "Ooh. Your cock is hard. Let me." 

Mary went to her knees, undoing his pants and slipping them down to his knees along with his boxers. His cock sprang out wildly, and even though he was sweaty from working around the house all day Mary didn't blink.

"What about?" Greg said, starting to ask about his wife, but Mary was way ahead of him.

"In the bathroom," Mary said, looking through her glasses at Greg's swollen member which she held in her hands as she peeled back the foreskin and pumped the shaft. "I missed your big dick so bad." 

Mary's lips slid smoothly down the glans and almost all the way down to the root of his member, and Greg shuddered as he leaned against the door. His balls bounced against Mary's chin and neck as she worked her mouth up and down his cock with a passionate frenzy.

"Where's your father?" 

That was his wife's voice. Tracy was asking Brianna where he was, and when she didn't get the information from her she announced that she had to leave and skipped down the steps. Like most everybody else in the neighborhood, they didn't park their cars in the garage, and for that Greg was never happier than at that moment.

The doorknob jiggled next to his hip, and after she cursed at the door being locked, she went back up the stairs and around the back. Mary's mouth was relentless, and as he felt his orgasm build he saw the top of his wife's head through the little windows of the garage as she headed to the car.

Maybe that made his orgasm better - seeing the blonde curls of his trophy wife while his cum raced up from his balls and through the shaft of her cock before coating Mary's mouth and throat with his seed. Mary didn't stop until he went limp in her mouth, and as the Lexus started up and roared out of the driveway, Greg helped Mary up to her feet.

"So good," Greg said as he shook his head. "You suck cock like nobody else."

"I love your cock," Mary said as she licked the cum that trickled out of the corner of her mouth. "I love your cum too."

Mary unlocked the door and got ready to rejoin Brianna upstairs, but turned back to face Greg.

"I'm really horny," Mary said, not believing what had come over her during the last 24 hours. "I want you inside of me again."

"Later honey, and in a very special way," Greg assured her. "Think of me when you're out with Kevin or whoever it is."

"I will," Mary promised as she kissed him on the cheek.

Greg's hands instinctively went up to Mary's breasts, and he gave them a quick kneading before 

letting Mary go upstairs. Greg pulled his pants up and tried to get himself together before going up and telling the two of them to have fun.

Then Greg would take a shower and spend a long night in front of the television, thinking about Mary and waiting.



***



Chapter Three: Fire down below.

A few hours later, the foursome had endured a couple of wretched sets by a bad band at the local hangout, and after passing around a fifth of Jack Daniels had retreated to their stations in Brianna's boyfriend's van.

"Wow! Your pussy is really hairy," Kevin mumbled in Mary's ear, and from the snickering in the back of the van she knew Brianna and Michael must have heard what he had said.

Mary was too busy squirming around, trying to get Kevin's finger in the right place, or else she would have told him that if he didn't like it he could get his hand out from between her legs.

This was a first for Mary, letting a guy take her jeans down like this, but she was horny that if she didn't get some release she felt like she would explode. The sounds from the back of the van didn't help any, as Brianna had mounted her boyfriend and was rocking the van while moaning loudly.

Mary had Kevin's dick in her hand and was milking it while she got closer to orgasm. Funny how his cock had seemed so big the last time she had held in, but now that she had Greg's to compare it with, it was a whole lot less intimidating.

"Wanna fuck you," Kevin grunted into Mary's ear as he ineptly fumbled around with her pussy, and for a minute Mary was so inflamed that she tempted to let him, but when she felt herself nearly orgasm she clamped her legs together.

She came, stifling the noises she made that accompanied her orgasm as best she could, and when she stopped bucking around in the seat Mary pulled Kevin's hand out of her and swooped down onto his lap.

"Oh man!" Kevin groaned as Mary's mouth enveloped his cock.

Greg had told her she could give Kevin a hand job, but she thought that she could get him off faster with her mouth so she began moving her mouth up and down on his cock, her lips easily reaching the base of his slender 6" inch dick.

Hand jobs seemed so childish now, Mary thought to herself as she went up and down Kevin's stiff dick, and she was still so worked up that she felt she had to do this. Kevin seemed overwhelmed by Mary's enthusiasm and talent, squirming and moaning while Mary's mouth worked magic.

So easy to suck a dick this size, Mary thought as she felt Kevin's cock begin to tense up Maybe especially after getting used to Brianna's father's big one, and when he started to cum without so much as a warning Mary easily deflected the spurts with her tongue until they subsided and he went limp in her mouth.

It was close to midnight when the boys finally dropped the girls off at Brianna's house, and Mary was so horny that she wanted to just run into Greg's bedroom and attack him, but she managed to restrain herself as they went into the Mullin home.

Mary brushed her teeth and washed up before letting Brianna have the bathroom. Brianna needed a shower, having taken a pussy full of cum from her boyfriend, so while the shower was on Mary stood in the hall outside of Tracy and Greg Mullin's bedroom. The light was not on, but Mrs. Mullin's car wasn't in the driveway either. What if...

Mary's conjecture was truncated by the bedroom door flying open, and there he was. Bare-chested and looking so good, with a sizable tent in the front of his pajama bottoms, he smiled at Mary while holding his arm out to keep her away.

"Please," Mary said in a strangled voice while Greg held her at an arm's distance.

"Ssh!" Greg said, the sound of the shower and Brianna's horrible singing of a Kelly Clarkson song muffled behind the bedroom door. "How was your date?"

"Okay. I want you though."

"I know you do baby," Greg said with a wicked smile. "Something tells me you had a little more fun than I told you that you could have, didn't you?"

"Yes," Mary said. "Sorry."

"What did you do?"

"I - sucked Kevin's dick," Mary said.

"You swallow his cum?"

"No!" Mary insisted. "I brushed my teeth when we got back too."

"What did he do to you? Did he fuck you?"

"NO!" Mary half-yelled. "I swear."

"But he wanted to, didn't he?"

"Yes, but I didn't. I swear."

"Good girl," Greg said, the thought of Mary going down on a teenage rival not upsetting him at all, and for a second the fantasy of Mary being taken by both him and some other guy at the same time went through his head before he continued. "What did he do to you?"

"Fingered me," Mary said while blushing.

"So then I guess you must be all satisfied and ready to turn in," Greg said, turning as if to go back into the bedroom, but Mary kept at him, pulling him back and smothering him with kisses and clawing at him.

"Please - no - I have to have you," Mary insisted, trying to get his pajamas down while Greg moved away.

"Guess the finger didn't take," Greg mused while watching Mary's usual placid nature turn into something way more crazed. "Go to bed now, and after Brianna drops off, you'll know where I'll be."

The shower cut off just then, and so Mary nodded and ran into the bedroom she would be sharing with Greg's daughter, while Greg calmly went back into his bedroom and waited for the night to unfold.

***



Chapter Four: Girl talk.



When Brianna rejoined her in the bedroom, Mary tried to pretend she was sleepy, hoping that Brianna would grow tired of listening to her own voice. That was not the case, as Brianna decided to recount the night's events in graphic detail.

"I know," Mary said as she hunkered down under the sheet. "I was in the front seat, remember?"

"Yeah, and like you must have drove Kevin crazy," Brianna quipped. "He was like speaking in tongues or something while you were going down on him. What got into you tonight?"

"I dunno," Mary mumbled.

"Some night, if you ever want to give it up, we can like go up to the front and let you have the back of the van," Brianna offered. "Give you more room that way."

"Thanks."

"He'll do you, you know that Mary?" Brianna said, deciding to bounce over to her bed and sit next to her. "Kevin, I mean. He wants to fuck you."

"I know," Mary said wearily. "He mentioned that."

"So why don't you?" Brianna asked. "Kev's alright, and you've got to give it up sometime. Don't want to die a virgin, do you?"

"I won't," Mary replied, wanting so badly to tell Brianna everything that happened - except of course who the man was that deflowered her - but to do that would keep them up all night yakking, and there was somebody waiting downstairs for her.

"Well, if you want to have Kevin want you even more, like you should come to the salon with my Mom and me and get waxed like we do."

"No thanks."

"Guys don't like all that hair - especially the way you've got it," Brianna advised. "You're like Wild Kingdom down there."

"Some men do," Mary said. 

"Not Kevin," Brianna said, mercifully jumping back over to her own bed and killing the light. "It's your body though. Night!"

Mary returned the good night and waited in the dark for what seemed like forever until the sound of Brianna's breathing suggested that she had dropped off. After a few minutes of hearing that deep exhaling, Mary quietly rolled out of the bed and into the bathroom.

While tinkling, Mary's hands reached up and grabbed her breasts, which swung freely under the baggy night shirt she was wearing. Not sexy garb, but Greg wanted what was underneath, and she wanted so badly to give it to him. Even what he was going to be taking in a few minutes.

The thought sent shivers down Mary's spine as she cleaned herself meticulously before flushing and washing her hands. Brianna had told her of her experience, and she had vowed to never do it again, but she had done it with a clumsy doofus. Her father Greg was a magnificent love-maker, and would make it good for her. For both of them.

The stairs leading to the den squeaked as Mary went down them as gingerly as possible, trying to minimize the noise. Brianna was a sound sleeper, and Mrs. Mullin was - well, who knows where she was? Her loss, Mary figured.

As she entered the darkened den, Mary was afraid at first that Greg had grown tired of waiting for her, but she heard the sound of breathing behind her, along with the familiar scent of his cologne. Mary had smelled and sensed Greg's presence even before he came up behind her, and so was not startled when he grabbed her.



***

Chapter Five: Taking Mary.



"Kept me waiting," Greg grunted in Mary's ear while he reached around Mary and grabbed her breasts, kneading them roughly as he towered over her. "That's not nice."

"Bree wouldn't shut up," Mary said, trying and failing to turn and face her lover, and instead found herself being moved over to the sofa.

Greg was rough. He pushed her over the back of the sofa while yanking her night shirt up high. She felt his boner pressing into her butt cheek as he spread her legs wide, and the cold gel that he had on his fingers made Mary gasp when he made contact with her anus.

She felt a lubricated finger swiftly penetrate her tight cavity, and after probing for a few seconds, the finger was joined by another, and when the two digits went spinning deep into her bowels Mary cried out softly.

"Ow," Mary whimpered, feeling the pain and knowing full well that Greg's cock was bigger than the two fingers now inside her, and that they would be going much deeper and harder than this.

The thought both repelled and excited Mary, and while she was bent over the couch, Greg kept probing with his fingers while leaning over and talking in a voice that was dignified and business-like, even if the words were not.




Mary's Evolution: Book 02



"Lean forward more so those jugs of yours can hang down," Greg spat, yanking the shirt way up to Mary's neck and raking her back with his fingernails. "What do you want me to do with you, babe?"

"Make love to me - please."

"How?"

"How you want," Mary gasped, and cried out when it felt like Greg was trying to put another finger inside of her. 

"You want my cock in your ass, don't you?" Greg asked, and when she didn't answer Greg's fingers slid up Mary's back and grabbed her by the scalp, pulling her head back. "Well? Tell me!"

"Put your cock in," Mary said breathlessly.

"Put it where?"

"My ass," Mary cried. "Put your cock in my ass."

Without missing a beat, Greg's fingers came out of Mary's anus, and with his other fist wrapped tightly around the base of his excessively lubricated erection, he found Mary's puckered ring with the fat head of his cock.

Mary had some of her nightshirt wedged inside of her mouth, which helped to mute the squeal that accompanied the entrance of Greg Mullin's member into her ass. Despite her strangled cry, Greg pushed forward with his swollen manhood, piercing the formerly virginal territory with about half of his tool.

"Damn, you're so fucking tight!" Greg hissed as he leaned into Mary, lifting her feet off of the carpet with the strength of his movement. "You've got to relax, Mary. Give your ass to me."

Greg leaned back and spread her ass open as wide as he could, wishing he had thought to turn on the light so he could watch his cock going into Mary's ass, but had to be content with imagining what it looked like.

Working the first three inches of himself in and out, he felt Mary loosen up a little, but it was still incredibly tight. Even more so than his wife Tracy's ass had been the one time he had tried to have her anally many years ago. Too much for Tracy back then, Greg recalled, but he knew Mary would not beg him to stop as she had. Mary was too horny for anything like that, and Greg was nearing that point too.

Greg leaned into Mary, pushing more and more of his cock into her tender opening, and although Mary's gasps and grunts grew louder, she was taking it. The more of him she took, the more she whimpered in response, and that in turn inflamed Greg even more, and in minutes he had fully impaled Mary with his swollen organ.

Mounting her like a rabid beast, Greg thrust into Mary as hard as he dared. She was holding her upper torso up with her hands on the sofa cushions while her legs dangled in the air on Greg's sides. With her breasts swaying with every thrust, they were vulnerable to Greg's manual mauling of the massive jugs as he reached around her to seize them, and Mary seemed to revel in their rough handling.

Greg was now blind to everything around him. His sweat was raining down on Mary as he pounded into her with all his might. Mary was merely a rag doll now, accepting his cock completely whether she wanted to or not, and the sounds of Greg's feral grunts and growls combined with the slapping noise they made when their flesh collided made the whole scene seem even more like the most primitive act imaginable.

When he could hold back no longer, Greg came, emptying what felt like an absurd amount of his seed deep into Mary's bowels while his cock lurched with every burst. When he finally stopped cumming, he pulled himself out of Mary's steamy orifice and reached over and spun the dimmer switch a little so he could survey the scene.

Mary's body was still suspended over the back of the sofa, he feet still up off the ground and her legs remaining in their fully spread apart position. Between her ass cheeks, her anus remained gaped open a bit, and the expanded puckered ring was allowing a trickle of his seed to ooze out of her while the opening slowly narrowed in size.

"You okay, baby?" Greg said as he put one hand on Mary's back while tenderly stroking her abused opening.

"It hurt," Mary whimpered, letting Greg ease her feet back down to the floor, and when her knees buckled he helped her stay upright until she was able to get her legs under herself.

"But you liked it," Greg said, neither expecting or waiting for confirmation. "You liked my cock up your ass."

Greg helped Mary up the stairs, and let her jump into the shower for a quick clean up before ushering her back to Brianna's room.

"Dream sweet dreams of me," Greg whispered to Mary before going into the shower himself.

Mary waddled into the bedroom without a sound, gingerly sitting on the edge of the bed while she looked over at Brianna who was still sound asleep. Mary's butt felt like Greg was still inside of her, and while she had an mild orgasm while Greg did her, she still felt as horny as she had before.

She stared at the clock radio for a while, watching the minutes click by, and even tried to go to sleep, but sleep would not come. Mary's fingers went under her night shirt and toyed with her pussy for a bit, but she wanted more than that. She wanted Greg inside of her.

Tiptoeing out of bed, Mary looked out the window to the driveway. Apparently Mrs. Mullin was still not home, and after failing to see her car out there Mary silently left the room and headed down the hall. Opening the Mullin bedroom door, Mary looked in at Greg sleeping all alone in that big bed.

In the semi-darkness, illuminated only by the moonlight that came in through the curtains, Greg was naked and on his back, arms and legs akimbo, with that beautiful cock hanging over onto his hip. Mary crawled onto the bed and leaned over his crotch, letting her tongue slide along the length of his flaccid penis.

Greg awoke with a start, and chuckled when he realized who it was. Mary continued to lick his cock, pulling it onto his stomach so she could tongue the ridge that ran along the underside of his organ, going right down to his nut sack before sliding back up.

"Not much of that goes on in here," Greg said, reaching down and running his hand through Mary hair while she retracted his foreskin and sucked on the head of his cock. "Aren't you afraid that Tracy will come home?"

"Are you?" Mary asked.

"Not really."

"I want you."

"I can tell," Greg with a gasp, feeling Mary's tongue prodding at the tender opening of the glans. "Did you do that to Kevin too?"

"Yeah," Mary said before taking his limp cock into her mouth and letting her lips go down to his pubes before pulling back up. 

"Did you deep throat him like that?"

"Yeah," Mary said. "His isn't as big as yours."

"You like the big ones?"

"I like yours," Mary said. "Please, Greg. I need you bad."

"I can tell, babe," Greg replied. "I just came about an hour ago, remember? Remember when I came in your hot ass?"

"Please. You can get it up again for me, can't you?"

"I don't know," Greg mused, feeling a little stirring in his groin but enjoying Mary's desperation as she frantically tried to get him hard. "Might take a while like this. Of course, if you want to get me hard faster..."

"Anything," Mary said.



***



Chapter Six: Assuming the position.



"Now just let your tongue slide all over it," Greg said as he positioned himself on all fours, his ass up in the air as Mary knelt behind him.

"Like this?" Mary asked, her tongue sliding up and down the inside of Greg's ass cheeks.

"No babe," Greg said as he spread his legs as far as he could. "Get your tongue right up in there. Lick my asshole like a good girl."

Mary was startled at the request, but she did say she would do anything, and he just had gotten out of the shower, so she put her face in between his buttocks and licked around the pungent opening. After her initial trepidation, she soon found herself getting into it.

"Oh babe, that's so good," Greg moaned, the feel of Mary's tongue swabbing his balloon knot sending goose bumps all over his body. "Work my nuts too."

Mary's hand grabbed the dangling orbs and rolled the hairy sac in her palm, kneading the golf-ball sized balls roughly while Greg moaned with pleasure. Greg had never dared ask his wife to do this, yet Mary was so willing - so eager to please him - that he knew she would do anything he asked.

For Mary's part, what started out to be something she felt squeamish about was turning her on, because the sounds that Greg was making was inspiring her to poke her tongue inside the tart opening. While her tongue corkscrewed into the little ring, Mary slid her hand from Greg's balls and searched for his cock.

It was easy to find, and he was hard - incredibly stiff - and after she had stroked his cock a couple of times Greg called out, "Stop! Don't babe. I'll cum!"

Mary let go of his cock like it was a red hot poker, which was a lot like the way it felt. She wanted him - needed him inside of her - and now!

"Please," Mary begged, and Greg reluctantly relented, rolling onto his back and breaking off the erotic assault he had been savoring so much.

Mary was on top of him before he knew it, straddling his crotch and grabbing his erection. He was going to ask if she was ready, but the feel of her dripping wet pussy answered that question, so Greg relaxed and let Mary put him inside of her.

Her enormous breasts swaying as she humped him, Greg savored the visual delight of her tits rolling from side to side as she rode his cock. She came almost immediately; the muffled noises Mary made were accompanied by the walls of her pussy clamping down on his cock.

"You want more, don't you baby?" Greg asked the shadowy figure who continued to move herself up and down on him, her breathing quick and loud. "Squeeze those tits of yours for me, Mary. That's it!"

Unable to watch the incredible sight for very long, Greg managed to hold out until Mary came again, a less frantic but perhaps even more intense orgasm that seemed to drain Mary's energy. Greg's cock jerked inside of Mary's sweet pussy, sending several spurts of his seed deep into her, and after he finished Mary collapsed onto him, her voluptuous, sweaty body flattening him as his deflating cock fell out of her.

"Now go back to your own bed," Greg said, and Mary wearily obliged after kissing him goodnight.

A good thing too, because moments later Greg saw the flash of headlights pulling into the driveway, followed shortly by the sound of Tracy entering the house. Greg heard a clicking sound that suggested Mary made it into the bedroom just in time.

After hearing the water running and the toilet flush, Greg covered himself up and feigned sleep, squinting to see the slightly unsteady figure of his wife as she walked around the bed and got in the other side.

The scent of sex - raw, pungent and overpowering -filled the room. Greg was covered with it, but some of it was probably coming from his wife as well. The thought of his wife laying next to him with her pussy filled with another man's cum did nothing for him sexually, but before dropping off Greg fantasized about what it would be like if Tracy suddenly got the urge to go down on him right then and there.

She would be able to taste Mary, and that thought made his flaccid member twitch a bit. Tracy's mouth going up and down his cock, which was covered with the sweet juices of Mary's pussy, and tasting the remnants of their lovemaking, was a pleasant thought indeed.

Then another vision entered his mind; and the thought of Tracy climbing over and putting that sorry hairless pussy over his face ended fantasy time right away, as the very thought of putting his tongue into a load of that Kenyan student's - or whomever her fuck of the night had been - cum turned his stomach.

The knowledge that he had probably done that inadvertently in the beginning, before he learned of Tracy's dalliances and still held hope of their marriage working, revolted him, and as he dropped off to sleep he entertained other fantasies. More enjoyable fantasies.

This fantasy had Tracy watching helplessly as Greg ravaged Mary's ass, causing her wave after wave of orgasms while his wife sat there crying with jealousy. Then, after fucking Mary until she could take no more, he pictured himself pulling his cock out of Mary's ravaged rectum and grabbing Tracy's by the hair, shoving his cock down his wife's throat while he made her gag with the force of his cumming.

In the bedroom down the hall, Mary managed to fall asleep as well. After the narrow escape in the hall, when she had just managed to close the door before Brianna's mother had come down the hall, it took a while for Mary to catch her breath.

What would Mrs. Mullin have thought if she had seen her riding Greg's cock like she had? Even though Mary knew that her own true reaction would have been one of horror at being seen naked by such a beautiful woman, she let herself picture a different scenario, even for just a brief second.

Looking over at Brianna in the moonlight, she saw the blonde hair of her friend sprayed all over the pillow and Brianna's perky little titty partially exposed as her tank top shifted.

"Go to sleep, Mary," she mumbled to herself, rolling over to face the wall. "Go to sleep."



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Mary's Evolution: Book 03



This is another installment in the story of Mary, the chubby, insecure girl who became a woman thanks to the seduction of her best friend Brianna's father.

Having awakened what was apparently an incredibly horny woman underneath the previously bookworm-ish exterior, Greg Mullin soon finds out that the young woman he had started out with; the shy and innocent Mary, was gradually disappearing.

Mary's Evolution: Book Three

***

Chapter One: Online

Greg Mullin sank into the cozy confines of the computer chair and logged into the website he had discovered a couple of years ago. It was a place where he felt most comfortable, filled with other men like him. Men who appreciated the same type of woman that he himself lusted for.

In the chat room, Greg chatted mainly with a couple of guys that he had gotten to know through the site. Although it was anonymous at first, Greg and the other two men had gotten together a few times in the past and now knew each other fairly well.

Greg had been surprised when they had actually met in person, expecting to meet with a couple of seedy degenerates that first time in that cabin located in the southern Adirondacks. 

Instead, the men he met were much like him - middle aged and successful. "Lloyd", an educator who was two years Greg's junior, was a man short and slight in stature who was the procurer of the young woman the three of them had enjoyed a couple of times in the secluded cabin up north.

The other man, "Colin", was an elected official - local to be sure - but a familiar face nonetheless, and had been the one most concerned about the need for discretion when they had met. Once assured that each one of them had both personal and professional reasons for keeping things under the radar, they formed an immediate bond.

Chatting with Lloyd on the Internet, he quickly cut right to the chase, asking about how his attempts at seducing his young lady friend had gone.

GREG: I haven't told you all about it? Wow! It HAS been a while since we've chatted. Mission accomplished.

LLOYD: You've had her?

GREG: In every way imaginable. Every port has been tested. Heh-heh.

LLOTD: You lucky bastard. Tell me, what was it like. How did she look without those bulky clothes you said she always wears?

GREG: Mind-boggling. Those tits are incredible.

LLOYD: OMG! I think I'm gonna cum in my pants. Tell me about her bush.

GREG: Without question she has the thickest and densest bush I've ever seen. Spills outside the panties too. The darkest brown pubes you can imagine, and the hair is soft and thick too.

LLOYD: Did you get her to stop shaving... please say yes.

GREG: She still shaves her legs, but she's letting the hair grow under her arms for me. It's only been three weeks but she's already got more armpit hair than I do! Don't know how long I can keep her from shaving her armpits though. She's self-conscious as hell about it.

LLOYD: You have got to share her, man. At least once. You owe me one from the time with Rhonda.

GREG: Jeez, I dunno.

Greg let Lloyd dangle for a while, knowing that he was going out of his mind at the other end. He had every intention of sharing Mary with Lloyd, as well as with Colin if he so desired, and that was the main reason he was chatting with Lloyd now.

Plainly said, Greg was worn out. Since he had deflowered Mary three and a half weeks ago, the chubby little woman had changed from a quiet and straight-laced innocent into an insatiable sex-crazed maniac. Nymphomaniac would be a better description, as she pleaded and pestered him constantly for sex day and night.

Just the night before, Mary had begged Greg to come over to her house, and when he did, Mary had him fuck her in the ass right in her garage, while her loudmouthed father was screaming at a soccer game on the television just on the other side of the door. 

LLOYD: What do you say? You think she'll do it?

GREG: Meet up with the three of us? That's a lot to ask of a girl who was a virgin last month.

Greg knew that Mary would do it, even though it might take some convincing. Mary was so smitten with Greg that if he told her to jump off of a bridge, she would as long as he assured her there was sex waiting when she landed. Having the three of them at once might quench some of the fire inside of Mary. Either that or her insatiable desires might kill them all, Greg figured. As it was Greg was so exhausted from trying to keep up with Mary that he could use the respite.

It would also be a turn-on to see Mary with these other guys, he admitted to himself. Sort of like showing off a new sports car or something, and he knew that Lloyd especially, with his penchant for large breasts and natural women, would go nuts over Mary.

GREG: Let me run it by her. Maybe this weekend or next if you guys are free.

LLOYD: Make it happen.

GREG: You told me about this woman who runs a foundations shop. The poor girl needs bras in the worst way. She's never been fitted for a bra because she's so self-conscious about the size of her breasts, so she just guesses at the size when she orders them by mail.

LLOYD: What size is she wearing?

GREG: 38F.

LLOYD: Good grief. An F cup? 

GREG: Like I said, that's probably not right.

LLOYD: 38 isn't very big.

GREG: She's a small woman remember. Barely five foot tall if that.

LLOYD: Rhonda - you remember Rhonda? She was a 42D. Are this girl's breasts as big as hers?

GREG: Bigger. Much bigger. The bras she wears now cut into her shoulders and back and don't flatter her at all. It's like putting a drop-cloth over a work of art. That's why I want her to get fitted.

LLOYD: Sounds like a job for Johanna. Oh man, when Johanna gets a look at this girl we might lose her forever.

GREG: Don't think so. My girl seems straight, although she's really open to most everything I say. And you say that this Johanna will let me watch her fit her?

LLOYD: She'll insist on it. She likes to have an audience. What I wouldn't give to be a fly on the wall for that. I'll set it up for you.

GREG: I'll let you know how it goes.

LLOYD: Do you have a picture of this girl? I'm dying to get a peek at her. 

GREG: I've got a couple that I took candidly at a motel one night - but you have to promise that they don't go any farther than you.

LLOYD: I swear. You know you can trust me. Hell, with what you know about me you could ruin me.

GREG: Okay, the first one you get will be of her doing what she does best. The second one is just of her. Nothing that revealing, but probably just enough for you to tell whether you find her interesting or not.

LLOYD: Thanks.

Lloyd waited impatiently at the computer for Greg's e-mail to arrive. His heart was racing and his palms were sweaty, although the one palm was inside his pajamas, wrapped around his erection as he slowly primed himself.

When the first picture arrived, Lloyd had to slow down his stroking, because the sight of the girl with Greg Mullin's cock halfway down her throat almost made him cum instantly. Those thick eyebrows and those full red lips - not to mention the fact that the girl was wearing glasses that made her look so much like a bookworm - was so erotic to Lloyd that he didn't mind the grainy quality of the picture so much as the fact that it wasn't his cock that the girl was inhaling.

"Fucking Mullin," Lloyd muttered to himself, cursing the luck that the guy had. For a guy to have a cock the size of that as well as a girl like that to service him, well that must be about as good as it gets.

"How about sucking on this one, dear?" Lloyd mumbled to the screen, maneuvering his cock out of the fly of his pajamas and stroking the slender shaft while imagining the girl was going down on him. "Not as fat as the one you're used to sucking, but just as hard."

"Now let's see what else you sent me, Greg my boy," Lloyd said, happy that his wife was upstairs and sound asleep, because this idea of talking to the computer screen was getting to be a habit.

Lloyd scrolled down to the other picture, and as he did, he cried out. It wasn't so much the erotic nature of the picture that almost stopped Lloyd's heart, although the sight of the girl in a tank top and panties standing by what looked like a motel bed was sexy as hell. It was the face.

"OMIGOD!" Lloyd gasped, not even realizing for a few seconds that he was ejaculating all over the place; the keyboard, the computer table and even the bottom of the screen.

"Mary? Mary Koutusis?" Lloyd whispered to the image before him while he tried to keep from making even more of a mess, cupping his hand over the bulb of his dick until it stopped spitting.

It was her, and Lloyd was sure of it. Shaking his head at the revolting mess he had made, he began to clean it up as best he could, all the time his eyes never leaving the screen.

Those breasts, straining the fabric of that white cotton tank-top, with the nipples clearly visible, and the sight of the hair peeking out from the side elastic of her panties weren't what made him sure it was Mary, because he had never seen much of anything during the year they were together. It was the face. She had changed a little in the four years since he had seen her, but it was her.

After saving the picture as his new background, Lloyd got the keyboard in a usable condition and sent Greg Mullin an e-mail.

"Thanks for the pictures. You know the saying about cumming all over the keyboard? Well I just actually did when I got a look at your beautiful friend. Interested? I was never more interested in anything before in my life. PLEASE make it happen ASAP!" 

Lloyd took a deep breath, thinking about what he should do, before resuming typing.

"I've gotta tell you something, Greg. I know this girl. Knew this girl I mean. She was in my freshman English class four years ago. She certainly has grown up some, although there was no way to tell because she dressed back then just like you say she does now. I have to have her."

Lloyd looked at the last paragraph for the longest time before touching the backspace and obliterating the confession and sending just the initial message on to Greg.

"Hell, she might not even remember me. No sense screwing it up," Lloyd muttered before returning to the picture of Mary.

Lloyd was hard again within minutes, and this time he was prepared when his orgasm came, trapping his ejaculation inside of the sock he had slipped over his organ. 

Lloyd turned off the computer and went back upstairs, knowing full well that he would be down to look at the pictures again and again until he got the opportunity to see Mary in person. 

***

Chapter Two: Date night.

"Damn!" Brianna exclaimed as she looked over at Mary, who had just taken off her top as she got ready for their double date that night. "Girl, you're melting away! Look at you!"

Mary smiled, looking over at her reflection in the dresser mirror. She knew she had lost weight, about 12 pounds in the month she had been seeing Brianna's father, and the fact that it was becoming obvious to others pleased Mary a lot.

She would never be as slender as Brianna - her body frame was much different from hers - and that was okay because Mary didn't really want to be that thin, but losing some of the baby fat made her feel good. Made her boobs look even bigger as well, as Brianna was quick to note, since while her tummy and the rest of her were getting smaller, her breasts didn't seem to have changed a bit.

"Where did you get that bra?" Brianna asked, staring in awe at the pale aqua brassiere that she had been fitted for earlier in the week. "It makes you look even - like - wow!"

Mary couldn't tell the truth - that the bra had been bought by Brianna's father, along with several others, at one of the fanciest shops in town in an experience that Mary still couldn't believe.

Just thinking about the way that proprietor had fitted her for the bra still sent shivers down Mary's spine. It was almost as if she was being seduced by the middle aged woman as she measured her. Her eyes - her hands - and the way Greg had been watching so eagerly. To think that Mary had actually dreaded going in that shop beforehand, terrified at the thought of having to take off her top.

"It is nice, and it actually fits too, My shoulders don't ache and my back isn't killing me either," Mary explained, looking at her profile in the mirror.

"42E?" Brianna said as she looked at the tag on the band. "Damn, I better get out my wonder bra or else nobody will be looking at me tonight. I'm telling you Mary, you got to come with me and my Mom to the salon and let them go to work on you."

"If you let them do something with those eyebrows of yours, and you get yourself contacts instead of those glasses, you'll be really smokin' hot," Brianna continued, and then stared in wonder at the top Mary had brought to change into, a rich red blouse with short frilly sleeves that would show, for Mary anyway, a great deal of cleavage.

"You like?" Mary said, thrilled at her friend's response as she held up the blouse.

"Kevin's gonna freak out!" Brianna said. "You know he wants to do you, don't you?"

"Yeah."

"Well, he sees you in that and he'll... but first you gotta do something with those pits of yours. What's up with that, girlfriend?"

"Just trying it out," Mary said, lowering her arms to hide the thick tufts of hair that filled her armpits. "Something different."

"Kevin ain't gonna want to fuck you looking like that," Brianna said. 

"Maybe I don't want him to," Mary suggested.

"Why not? You don't want to die a virgin, do you? What are you saving it for?"

The last month had been hell for Mary, keeping Brianna from knowing the truth. Finally, Mary gave in to the temptation and let the cat out of the bag, or at least one of them.

"I'm not," Mary said, biting her lip as she finally let her secret out of the bag. 

"Not what?" Brianna said, stopping in her tracks.

"A virgin," Mary said. "Not anymore."

Brianna jumped in the air, squealing with delight and running into Mary's arms, hugging and squeezing her as they jumped up and down together. Mary's eyes welled up with tears, but even the emotion didn't distract her from noticing that it felt so nice to feel Brianna's breasts against hers, even if they were both wearing bras.

"Tell me everything girl," Brianna insisted, sitting them both down on the bed and waving her arms around in Brianna's typical animated manner. "When-who-how? I'm dying here."

"A few weeks ago," Mary said, and it was 27 days, 20 hours and 14 minutes to be precise, but she didn't want to make it sound like she kept track of things like that.

"Why didn't you tell me before now, girl? I thought we were like sisters?"

"We are," Mary said. "It's just kinda complicated."

"How complicated?" Brianna said. 

"He's older."

"How old? Twenty five? Thirty?"

"Almost fifty," Mary said, and Brianna squirmed and giggled at that.

"Ancient! How cool is that? So is it true what they say about older guys?" Brianna asked. "About them being better because they're experienced?"

"I dunno. He's the only guy I've ever done it with."

"I did a 29 year old guy once," Brianna offered. "Wow! You're gonna kill this old guy. What does he do? Cum and fall asleep?"

"No," Mary said. "He's like a machine."

"Really? He can get it up more than once a night?"

"Try three or four," Mary said with a grin. "The first night 6 times."

"Damn," Brianna said. "Must be on Viagra or something. You should introduce us."

"I don't think so," Mary said. "Not just yet."

"Where does this go on? His place?"

"Sometimes. Other times motels, his car - even my garage a couple of times."

"Get out!" Brianna cackled. "Were your folks home?"

"Daddy was just a few feet away, watching TV in the den the last time we did it in there."

"Girl, you are crazy. What if your old man caught you?"

"Makes it really kinky, doesn't it? When it comes to thinking straight, I lose it somehow, because whenever he's around me, I've just got to have it."

"My old man almost caught me once," Brianna admitted. "I would have just died if he did. So tell me all about what you two do."

"The guys are going to be here soon," Mary said, looking at the clock.

"Screw them. Make them wait. We're worth it," Brianna declared. "Now give me the details. How many times you two do it so far?"

"47 times."

"You slut!" Brianna yelled as she slapped Mary's shoulder, and then cringed when she realized how loud she had been.

"You asked," Mary reminded her friend, enjoying being the one with stuff to tell. "We've made love 47 times."

"Made love?"

"Yeah, I love him," Mary admitted. "38 times in the regular place and 5 times in the butt."

"OW!"

"I like it that way," Mary told her.

"Well, that's only 43 times girl," Brianna noted with a giggle. "If you're gonna keep score you got to be more precise."

"Three times were in here," Mary said, pointing to her cleavage.

"Between your tits?"

"Yeah. I count it as making love, because he's very passionate about it that way," Mary explained. "And the other time was under my arm."

"The dude fucked your armpit?" Brianna asked incredulously.

"Yeah," Mary said as she blushed. "Actually, it was interesting. Kinda fun. Underarms are a really erogenous zone."

"Kink-o-Rama! So that's what the pit hair is all about?" Brianna asked. "That's for him? He must be like an old hippie or something. So when do I meet him?"

"Can't do that."

"Why not?"

"He's - uh - married."

"Oh girl, you are really something!" Brianna said in shock. "That is so fucking cool. He's cheating on his wife with you?"

"He's not - I mean it's not like he has much of a marriage or anything. He hasn't touched his wife in years and she screws around on him too."

"Well, you be careful anyway," Brianna cautioned. "And don't forget to take your pill."

Oops. The pill. Mary nodded at that reminder, but she had never needed that before, and because everything had happened so fast, she wasn't on the pill. Should be, Mary thought, and vowed to make a doctor appointment next week for that.

***

Chapter Three; Dancing.

The four of them went to the place they usually ended up at, but this was different for Mary. Guys seemed to be looking at her differently, and one dude even hit on her when Kevin was in the bathroom. 

Maybe it was the way she was looking or the blouse that she wore that got her noticed more, Mary thought, or perhaps it was the way she carried herself. She wasn't flaunting or strutting her stuff like Brianna, but Mary was a lot more confident about herself, and it showed.

Kevin was certainly all over her tonight, and she caught him staring at her chest often while they hung out in the back of the club. Although they weren't old enough to drink, Brianna's boyfriend always smuggled in a couple of pint bottles of vodka or something to mix in their sodas.

Mary didn't usually get involved in that, but tonight she had a couple of drinks with the rest of them, and was feeling pretty good when Brianna got her up on the dance floor. Dancing wasn't something Mary did much of, mostly because she felt self-conscious about the way her breasts swung around so outrageously, but tonight was different.

While the band played a Green Day song, Brianna started playing around, pretending to hump Mary's leg while she danced and sticking her tongue near Mary's mouth. The guys liked that sort of thing - girls pretending to make out with each other - and when Mary saw Kevin staring at them from the side of the dance floor, Mary found herself leaning toward Brianna.

Brianna's playful expression turned to one of shock when she realized that instead of shying away from contact like she usually did, Mary was putting her thigh between her legs just like she had been doing to her.




Mary's Evolution: Book 03



The shock turned to something else, as Brianna's arms went around her shorter friend's neck and they began dancing very slowly to a rather fast song. They started kissing while their bodies ground together, Mary's breasts heaving against Brianna as they made out lewdly amidst the flashing lights of the dance floor.

The song ended a moment later, and when the two of them walked back to rejoin the guys Mary saw their mouths were still open as they stared at the two of them returning.

"That was un-fucking-believable!" Kevin exclaimed, looking at Mary as if he had never seen her before.

"We were just screwing around with you guys," Brianna said, laughing it off before giving Mary a glance that suggested otherwise.

"Let's get the hell out of here," Brianna's boyfriend Jeff declared, seeming to be as aroused as everybody else by what had just happened out on the dance floor.

In the van, they all ended up in the back somehow, and when Kevin made his move Mary found herself cooperating. The van was dark with the curtains drawn, except for a little stick-up light on the back door. Brianna and Jeff were already getting it on when Kevin got Mary's blouse off, and Mary felt weird laying next to Brianna and Jeff like this.

A minute later, Mary was naked and on her back while Kevin fumbled with a condom, trying to put the sheath on his slender weapon. Mary was tempted to tell him to forget it and just do it, but resisted the urge, and when he finally put it on he plunged right into Mary.

Fortunately Mary was plenty wet, so his dick slid right in and Kevin began pounding away. Mary glanced over and saw that the other two were done with each other and were busy watching them, and Mary discovered that she didn't mind the audience at all, but only wished they were putting on a better show.

Kevin was just humping away, and he didn't last long either, letting out a loud mooing sound when he came. The high point of the experience was having Brianna next to her, brushing the hair from her face as Kevin came.

They got their clothes back on silently, and Mary noticed that Jeff seemed particularly interested in watching her put her bra back on. This was getting too weird, Mary thought to herself, and she was relieved when they got dropped off at the Mullin's house soon afterward.

***

Chapter Four: Girl talk.

Mary was surprised to see Mrs. Mullin was home, but the house was dark when the two girls entered the house. Mary took a shower right away, feeling very unclean despite Kevin have worn a condom. Mary felt guilty about what she had done, and almost hoped she would not see Greg when Brianna went into the shower after her, but that was not to be.

"Hi," Mary whispered when Greg entered the bedroom she shared with Brianna.

"You fucked him, didn't you?" Greg said coldly.

"Yes," Mary said as she clutched the neck of her bathrobe together for some reason, feeling the tears welling up in her eyes. "I'm sorry. He wore a rubber. It didn't mean anything."

Greg nodded before turning slowly and heading out of the room, looking back at Mary while standing in the doorway.

"Downstairs?" Mary asked hopefully. "Later?"

"I don't think so," Greg replied, closing the door behind him.

Mary felt tears trickle down her cheeks as she stared at the closed door. Greg was mad at her, and she cursed herself for being honest and telling him about what she had done. Mary was hurt and confused as well as being horny. Was Greg real mad at her? Should she have lied about Kevin? It seemed like he knew already that she had fucked Kevin without her saying a word - was she that easy to figure out?

Mary stood up and took her damp bathrobe off and began to thoroughly dry herself off, and when Brianna came into the room from her shower Mary didn't cover up immediately like she usually did. Brianna walked around naked all the time, but this was something new for Mary.

Maybe it was due to the fact that she was distracted by the drama involved with Greg, or her having a couple of drinks, but Mary kept drying away without her usual modesty and shame while Brianna did the same to her own lithe body.

"That was awesome," Brianna said as she toweled off. "Watching you and Kevin. You watch me and Jeff or whoever I'm with sometimes, don't you?"

"Sometimes," Mary admitted, glancing over at Brianna drying the smooth raised mound between her legs.

"Gets me hot when you do," Brianna admitted. "Was it - was he any good?"

"Not really," Mary said.

"Not like the old guy you've been balling, huh?"

"No," Mary said sadly.

"The old guy, does he have a big dick? Bigger than Kevin's?"

"Yeah, but that's not why it was no good with Kevin. I guess I just am just so crazy about - the other guy - that I didn't enjoy it."

"That stuff we were doing in the club," Brianna said. "I always screw around like that with you, but you usually freak out and push me away. Tonight you didn't."

"Is that bad?" Mary asked, feeling her nipples swell.

"No, you just surprised me."

"Good," Mary said. "For a minute I was afraid that you were going to apologize, or say you didn't mean anything by it." 

"No, I wasn't going to say any of that," Brianna said. "Remember that night a long time ago? That night we were talking and ended up in bed together?"

"Of course I do," Mary said.

***

Chapter Five: At last.

It was actually happening, Mary thought, and it wasn't the alcohol that was making Mary's head spin. It was the feel of Brianna's slender body against her own, grinding and writhing into her as their lips met, tongues dueling as Brianna ran her hands through Mary's hair.

Brianna was a few inches taller than Mary, but when Brianna started to bend down as she ground herself into Mary, their breasts began to rub together. Mary could feel the stiff nipples of her small cones against her fleshy tits, and Brianna's hands came up and grabbed her pendulous breasts to make the contact even stronger.

"Ooh, your tits are so awesome," Brianna whispered as she nibbled on Mary's ear just before kissing her way down to Mary's breasts.

It was something that Mary had always dreamed about, but seeing Brianna massaging her breasts while sucking on the thick pegs of her nipples was way better than any dream. She found herself being eased down onto her bed, and when Brianna licked the short distance between Mary's breasts and her pussy, Mary came almost instantly.

Mary came again soon after, since Brianna refused to take her mouth away from her pussy, burying her tongue in the sweet opening as her cheeks were surrounded by the jungle of hair that guarded her pussy. Mary kept Brianna's face buried in her womanhood as her orgasm wound down, until Bree came up gasping for air.

Pushing Brianna onto her back, Mary's lips found her pointy nipples, which were long and hard. Brianna breasts practically disappeared when she was stretched out on her back, but Mary devoured the little swells ravenously as she tried to get up the courage to go lower.

Mary's mouth traveled all over her titties before moving up to Brianna's collarbone, even pausing to nuzzle in the deep pocket of her underarm, kissing the smooth moist hollow that held the faint scent of Teen Spirit and pheromones, before traveling down. 

Down she went, over the flat stomach and tiny indented belly button, until her mouth found Brianna's pussy. Her mound was smooth as a baby's bottom and the lips of her sex were small and raised slightly. As Mary let her tongue slide up and down the moist channel, Brianna shivered and clutched at her hair.

Brianna's pussy tasted different than her own, Mary thought as all of her senses savored the moment, a more bitter aroma but the taste and scent were very pleasant. Mary found herself dipping her tongue inside of Bree right away, and although Mary had never done this before, from Brianna's reaction she must be doing something right.

Mary's tongue was aching as she held onto Brianna's bony hips, holding her close to her face while the sounds Brianna was making went from soft moans to barely contained squeals as her arms and legs went spastic for a time, until finally her body went limp in Mary's hands.

After Mary had tongued her friend to orgasm, she found herself wondering about that owner of the store Greg had taken her too. What was her pussy like - this Johanna woman? Did hers have hair on it? Mary suspected as much, since she had made nice comments to Mary when she noticed her body hair during the measuring. She thought she might like that more than the smooth, hairless pussy she had just devoured, as sweet as it may have been.

The way that Johanna woman had touched her - subtle little things that could easily have been explained as part of the fitting - had given Mary goose bumps. Johanna had actually wanted her, and the sight of Greg standing there salivating while the older woman ran the tape measure around her chest over and over again had added to the excitement.

Her nipples had gotten so hard, and every time that Johanna's hands brushed against them it felt like an electric shock surging through her body. By the time it was over Mary was sorry she had to put her clothes back on, and considering how reluctant she had been to get undressed that was saying something.

"Thank you," Mary had whispered at the end, and Johanna had given her a kiss on the cheek in return.

"No, thank YOU," Johanna had said into Mary's ear, slipping her business card into Mary's palm when Greg wasn't looking, a card with her personal phone number written on the back. "It was my pleasure."

Weird to be thinking about that older woman while she was cuddling with Brianna, but that was the way Mary's mind had been working lately, ever since Greg had taken her virginity. Mary found herself thinking about the next time even while she was engaged in something like this.

Strange, Mary thought to herself as she cradled Brianna's head between her breasts until they dozed off. Strange, but nice. It was a lot more fun living out fantasies than it had been just thinking them up and never acting on them.

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Chapter Six: Can't sleep.

It was more than just the feeling of Brianna's naked body intertwined with her own that kept Mary awake. Removing herself from the tangle of Brianna's arms and legs, Mary tiptoed out of the bedroom and went to pee.

After finishing, Mary stood out in the hall debating with herself. She knew what she would be doing if Mrs. Mullin was not home, which was precisely what she had done the last time. She wanted Greg so badly, and even though he was probably mad at her, she still needed to at least see him.

The door to their bedroom opened without a sound, and as Mary peeked in she saw that they were both sleeping soundly. Greg was sleeping on his back on the side closest to the door, and the sheet was down almost to his waist, exposing his hairy chest. Was he wearing pajama bottoms?

Mary walked into the room, closing the door quietly behind herself, and found herself walking over to the side of the bed, kneeling on the carpet next to Greg. He was making faint wheezing noises as he slept, and Mary inhaled his masculine scent as she struggled with herself.

Sleepwalking. Mary told herself that if Mrs. Mullin woke up, that could be her defense for what she was doing. That might have covered her presence in the room, Mary mused, but it wouldn't explain what her hand was doing as it slid under the sheet.

Greg was wearing pajama bottoms, much to Mary's dismay, but she lifted her hand and deftly unsnapped the fastener before smoothly slipping her hand lower and finding his cock. Mary's hand slid down Greg's flaccid manhood, while Greg mumbled and shifted around in response.

Such a beautiful cock Greg had, Mary thought as her hands slid up and down the hose. Greg's was as big soft as Kevin's was hard, and as Mary stroked Greg's dick it begin to respond, Mary leaned over and found Greg's nipple through the dusting of hairs that surrounded it.

Sucking on it until she felt it stiffen, Mary looked over at Greg's wife, asleep and facing the other wall. Tracy Mullin had been almost like a second mother to her over the years because of all the time she spent here, so there was a bit of a guilty feeling that accompanied what Mary was doing, but that emotion was overwhelmed by the desire and lust she had for Greg.

Greg was awake now, or nearly so, and Mary let her mouth travel over to his side, where Greg's armpit was exposed with his hand up by the headboard.

Mary buried her face in the sweetly scented tuft of hair under his arm, licking and nibbling at the fur much like Greg did so often with her. She heard him chuckle a bit, and when he shifted around to be more fully on his back, Mary coaxed the pajama bottoms down along with the sheet.

"Dirty girl," Greg whispered, running his hand through Mary's hair.

"I'm so sorry," Mary whispered in response, apologizing for everything; being with Kevin as well as sneaking into his bedroom, but Greg really didn't seem to mind that much, if the aroused state of his throbbing manhood her hand held was any indication.

Greg's cock was fully erect now, standing up straight in Mary's grasp, and when Mary moved down to put his stiff cock in her mouth, Greg inched over to make it easier for her. Mary's tongue danced on the sensitive tip of his swollen member while looking over at Mrs. Mullin, still sound asleep.

For the next 18 minutes, Mary made love to Greg's manhood, while his wife slept beside him. Mary knew it was 18 minutes because the clock radio read 2:47 AM when she started, and when his cock finally erupted in Mary's mouth, the clock read 3:05 AM.

In between, Mary lavished all the affection she could on Greg, and the fact that his wife was right there made it doubly exciting for Mary. Her mouth sucked Greg's balls and worked over his cock with an animal-like intensity. She had become so adept at servicing Greg over the last few weeks that she was able to take all of his cock into her mouth without a struggle, and even the feel of the tip of his member as it grazed against her throat did not faze her in her desire to please him.

When he gasped, and as Mary felt his balls tighten along with the rush of semen through his cock, she accepted his load without blinking, squeezing and milking his balls while letting the warm seed coat her throat until he was spent.

"I love you," Mary whispered into Greg's ear before departing as quietly as she left.

Greg stared up at the ceiling for the longest time, unable to get back to sleep, before finally getting up and going to the bathroom himself. On the way he noticed that Brianna's bedroom was a bit ajar, so Greg walked over to the door and peeked in.

Greg exhaled when he saw his daughter and Mary together in the same twin bed, both naked and tangled intimately. The sight of Brianna with her head resting in the deep cleavage of his beloved Mary was so erotic that he found himself pulling on his cock despite himself.

What had they been doing together, Greg wondered as he stroked his cock more vigorously, and both of them now together in the bed Mary slept in besides? Brianna looked so much like her mother that it was spooky; her tiny breasts and that hairless pussy pressing up tightly against Mary's mature and voluptuous body.

Were they lovers? Mary had seemed so straight before - but then he remembered Mary's reaction to the bra fitting that the proprietor of the foundations shop had given her. The way she responded to the older woman's handling of her breasts while she got measured - responses she denied at first before eventually confessing to Greg's delight.

Now seeing Mary like this with his daughter Brianna was so erotic looking - and as Mary turned a little in her sleep, the shifting of the sheet exposing the two naked teenagers bodies completely, Greg's knees buckled as he sent his cum splattering against the outside of the bedroom door, orgasming despite the fact that he hadn't really gotten hard in the time he had been out there.

Mortified at himself, Greg quickly cleaned the mess he had created, allowing himself a last quick peek inside at Mary and Brianna before closing the door and going back to bed.

Greg's mind was filled with many things - fantasies of all sorts - and all involving Mary, and given her devotion to him, he knew that it would not be difficult at all to make fantasies become realities.

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Mary's Evolution: Book 04



This is the latest installment in the story of Mary, the chubby and insecure teen whose life had turned completely upside down after her best friend's father had deflowered her. After Greg Mullin had seduced her, it was as if he had awakened something that had been slumbering inside of Mary.

Suddenly, the girl who had managed to do without sex for 18 years had become someone totally different. After a month of unbridled and passionate lovemaking, whatever Greg wanted was fine by Mary, or so she thought.

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Chapter One: Questions.

"What's this?" Greg Mullin asked the girl heading toward the bed of the motel room they had been in for the evening.

He was holding the business card of the foundations shop where he had taken Mary to get fitted for brassieres, and when he flipped it over he saw that the woman had written her name and phone number on it.

"Oh - uh - that was the lady at the bra place," Mary said as she climbed onto the bed and cuddled up next to Greg.

"Seems like she might want to get to know you better, or has she already?" Greg asked as he rolled over onto his back and surveyed the card carefully. "You pay her a visit on your own?"

"No, I swear," Mary said, resting on her side with her elbow propping her up.

"Why not?" Greg suggested as he nodded over toward Mary's breasts, which hung down onto the bedding. "You seemed to like the way she was playing with those jugs of yours, didn't you? And she was kinda attractive for a older woman. A little butch looking maybe." 

"I just want you," Mary said while groping between Greg's legs for his cock, which was as limp as a dish rag. 

"Easy!" Greg cautioned after Mary started to pull on his flaccid member, which had already been through a workout and was showing no sign of life. "It's a little sore."

"I'll bet we can get this big boy up again," Mary said with a wink, bringing her mouth down to his cock for a quick suck before leaning back. "We can do it anyway you want."

"Why don't we give him a rest?"

Mary shook her head impishly and began taking the puckered foreskin between her teeth and nibbling on it, darting her tongue underneath the hood to tease the tender opening of his glans in an effort to revive him.

"Want to fuck me in the ass? Between my tits? Under my arm? Anyway you want it, Greg. You know that I'll do anything for you," Mary said. "How about if I give you a rim job? That always gets you hard."

"Three times already tonight, baby," Greg reminded her.

"You used to be able to do it more," Mary pouted. "Remember the first night? Six times! I think sometimes you're getting bored with me."

"Maybe you should call your friend Johanna," Greg suggested.

"Would you like that? To watch her with me?" Mary asked. "I'll do it if you want me to."

"I thought you were straight," Greg asked.

"I am, I guess, but if it made you happy I would do it."

"Maybe," Greg thought aloud. "You know, I've been thinking about something. Something you might like."

"Really? What?"

"I have a couple of friends that would like to meet you," Greg explained. "Want might not be a good choice of words. The one guy is driving me crazy, trying to get me to set up an evening where we can all get together."

"To meet me?" Mary asked. "Why would they want to meet me?"

"What do you think?"

"You mean to watch you and me?"

"No. They wouldn't mind watching but they want to do more than watch," Greg assured her.

"You mean - and they would - and you would..."

"I'd be there, watching and playing along with everybody else."

"You would want me to be with other guys?" Mary asked in a confused voice.

"You go out with that Kevin character all the time with Brianna and her guy," Greg reminded her. "I don't say anything about that, do I? Even though I'm sure you're doing more with him than you say."

Mary averted her eyes, knowing that Greg was right about that. Kevin still couldn't screw worth a damn - not even close to Greg's proficiency, but Mary figured it was better than nothing when Greg wasn't available.

"What is it they would be doing?" Mary finally asked.

"The same things we do," Greg said. "Only it would be better for you because it would all be geared toward you. Making you happy would be the only goal."

"I dunno," Mary whined. "Do they know what I look like? I mean, not every body is like you."

"They are," Greg said. "They have seen pictures of you and want very much to meet you."

"Pictures of me?" 

"Just one of you sucking my cock and another of you in your tank-top."

"Omigod," Mary said. "This is embarrassing. I'm going to be a laughing stock all over the city. A big cow sucking a guy's cock for everybody to see."

"Wrong on every level," Greg corrected. "One is you aren't a cow. Matter of fact, you're getting as skinny as Brianna and my wife. What do you weight now? 120?"

"Are you kidding? You thought I weighed 130 or something when we met, and I was about 155 or so then. I weigh about 138 now."

"Guess I'll never get a job guessing weights at the carnival," Greg declared. "Well, you aren't fat, and nobody is going to see the pictures either. These aren't bums we're talking about. These are professional men who will respect you like they hope you will respect them. Nobody wants anybody knowing about any of this." 

"We would be here doing this?"

"No, the one man has a cabin up in the mountains," Greg explained. "Very nice place where we would have a lot more privacy than we do here."

"This place. Have you been there?" Mary asked. "With - somebody else?"

"Yes," Greg said without hesitation. "One of the other men had a young lady friend that he wanted to share with us, so this would be very similar to that."

"What if I decided that..."

"If you meet these men, I'm sure you will like them, and if you don't, that's it. We go home and that's the end of it."

"Okay, on one condition," Mary said, resuming her stroking of his weapon. "You have to get hard for me again. I need it bad."

"Deal," Greg said, crawling up on his hands and knees and sticking his ass in the air. "Get busy, woman."

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Chapter Two: Mary works wonders.

As she watched Greg arrange himself on the bed with his butt raised high in the air, Mary moved in behind her lover and surveyed the familiar sight of Greg from behind. She playfully slapped him on the right buttock, rubbing the spot where a bit of redness appeared almost immediately, before running her index finger down the crack of his rear end.

To think that up until about 5 weeks ago, she not only didn't even know that what she was about to do had a name, but couldn't imagine anybody who was willing to do it. Spreading his ass cheeks as far apart as she could, her eyes took in the taut balloon knot of his anus, where her tongue was about to go.

Below, Greg's balls hung down low in their furry wrinkled sac, the left nut considerably larger than the right one. Mary took the dangling pouch in her hand and rolled his balls around a bit before really churning and twisting the orbs, causing Greg to let out a loud moan of approval.

Further down between Greg's legs, his cock hung limply almost down to the sheets, with only the very tip of the crown peeking out from the puckered foreskin. Mary's free hand took the rubbery tube and began milking it slowly, stretching his long cock as far as she could as she positioned her face deep into the crack of his ass.

Always so clean too, Mary thought as her tongue swabbed Greg's anus with long and deliberate strokes, which made it a very pleasant experience for her. Judging by the way Greg always reacted to her rimming him, it was great for him too. She felt Greg's cock begin to lengthen and thicken in her fist as she kept milking him, and she knew that he was not going to disappoint her. He would be hard in just a few minutes.

"That's so fucking good," Greg groaned, his backside grinding back into Mary's face.

"I know you like me to do this to you," Mary gasped as she pulled her face out for a minute. "You're getting hard for me too, and when you get hard you're going to fuck me. I want you to fuck me hard as you can, honey."

Greg moaned some kind of response, but he was too busy writhing and thrusting his lower torso into Mary's hand to offer much more than that. Soon Greg was fully erect, and then rolled away from Mary and tossed her onto her back, thrusting his swollen tool right into her dripping wet pussy.

Mary's face was strained as she wrapped her plump legs around Greg's back and hung on for dear life as Greg began to thrust into Mary hard and fast. She came almost immediately, and Greg didn't stop his rhythmic assault on Mary for a second as the soundtrack echoed around the room; the squishing sounds of Mary's pussy that resonated with every deep penetration of her sex, the creaking of the motel bed and the thudding of the headboard against the wall all combined to keep him going until Mary came again.

Mary screamed this time as she came, her body thrashing about wildly underneath him while her pussy clenched his cock savagely several times, causing Greg to cum himself. Greg's cock jerked inside of Mary, sending a number of volleys of his seed deep inside of her as he eased himself down on top of her.

"Oh baby, that was awesome," Mary said as Greg eased his sweaty body down next to hers. "I knew you could do it."

Greg was too busy trying to catch his breath to respond, but she was right. It had been really good, just like it usually was, and Greg wondered to himself how he was going to feel when Lloyd was the one screwing Mary, or Colin was the one she was giving head too.

This guy Mary saw when she double dated with his daughter Brianna - this Kevin kid - didn't worry him. Greg suspected Mary was letting him ball her, but he was confident that he was no competition for him. Even Lloyd was not a concern, as he was a pretty ordinary guy who was not interested in anything but satisfying his own needs.

Colin though was another story. Not only was he a bit of a celebrity, but he was an attractive man in the manner of Robert Redford, and definitely had a way with the ladies. Could he steal Mary away? Hard to say. Mary was still very devoted to him, but Greg had begun to sense a bit of independence creeping into Mary's personality.

"Can I then?" Mary said, obviously repeating something that Mary had just asked.

"Sorry baby," Greg admitted. "I was zoning out for a minute there."

"I asked you if it was okay if I got rid of this?" Mary asked, lifting her arm and running her hand through the thick spray of hair that had grown there since Greg had asked her not to shave under her arms.

"Why?" Greg asked, letting his fingers rake through the damp fur a couple of times. "It looks so sexy."

"I don't want these men to think I'm - you know."

"They know all about you," Greg said. "That's one of the reasons they want to meet you, the one man especially."

Colin wasn't particularly moved one way or the other by the armpit hair, seeming to be primarily interested in big breasted women, but it was certainly Lloyd's main interest.

"Tell you what," Greg announced. "After we get together with the three of us you can shave your armpits. Okay?"

That seemed to please Mary, and after Mary snuggled up next to him, she fell fast asleep. Good thing too, Greg thought as he wiggled his dead dick around, because there was no way to get the thing to rise again. It would be all he could do to keep her away from it during the next week so he could get it recharged for the meeting at the cabin next Saturday night. That would be no time to come up limp.

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Chapter Three: The Friday before Saturday.

"He's wasted!" Jeff declared as he watched his friend Kevin try to walk to the van with Mary's help.

They were walking sideways for the most part, with Mary trying to keep them going straight but without much success.

"You shouldn't have kept filling his glass," Mary said, having noticed that Jeff had been eagerly lacing Kevin's cola with Jack Daniels, and Kevin had been lapping it up as fast as he could.

Now Kevin was, for all intents and purposes, dead to the world. No way was he going to be screwing her tonight, Mary thought ruefully as they poured Kevin into the back of the van and closed to the door.

"He'll sleep it off," Jeff said. "But that leaves you without a date, doesn't it Mary?"

"I guess," Mary replied, and started to walk back to the club, but Jeff cut her off by stepping in front of him.

"What about me?" Jeff asked. "Maybe I could take Kevin's place. I don't think you would be disappointed. I mean, like you've checked out my stuff before, and I've sure checked you out lately."

Mary backed a step away and shrugged. She had watched him and Bree go at it in the back, and he sure seemed better at it than Kevin was, but this was wrong.

"What about Brianna?"

"The three of us, you mean?" that would be so cool. I mean, I really dug it when you and Brianna made out on the dance floor that time."

"Well, you better talk to her about that," Mary said, but when she tried to walk around Jeff he stopped her and gently but firmly eased her against the van while his hands came up to Mary's breasts.

"Oh man, your tits are so big," Jeff mumbled while he kneaded them roughly. "When I saw them in the van last week I just about shot my load right then and there. Damn, your nipples are almost ripping through the blouse."

It was true, Mary knew it by the way they practically throbbed under Jeff's crude handling of the huge globes, and as much as she didn't want to admit it, Mary was getting turned on by all of this.

"Can't Jeff," Mary pleaded, trying unsuccessfully to pry Jeff's hands off of her breasts. "Can't do this to Brianna."

"She's making out with the bartender."

"Bree's just trying to get him to serve her booze," Mary explained. "She doesn't like him at all."

"But what about me, Mary," Jeff whined. "I'm like dying here. See?"

Jeff had his cock out, and the erect staff was pointed right at Mary. Jeff grabbed Mary's hand and forced it onto his boner, sighing as her chubby fingers squeezed it tightly.

"That's it. See how hard I am over you?" I'm bigger than Kevin too, ain't I?" Jeff asked. "I could fuck you really good."

"No, I can't."

"Then just suck my dick then," Jeff pleaded. "Kevin says you give great head. That's not cheating, and besides, Brianna has sucked Kevin's dick before. A couple times."

"She has?" Mary asked, and when Jeff put his hands on her shoulders, she didn't protest and instead let him ease her down to her knees on the gravel, where his cock waved inches from her face.

Mary quickly unsnapped Jeff's jeans and worked his underwear down so she could get at him easier. His cock wasn't as big as Greg's, neither in thickness or in length, but it certainly was more substantial than Kevin's. Mary had no problem taking his member all the way down to the stump as Jeff leaned forward and moved her skull back against the van door.

"That's it, Mary!" Jeff grunted as he held Mary by the sides of her head and began fucking her face, thrusting all of him into her mouth. "Suck that cock! Damn, you are good!"

Mary grabbed Jeff by the hips and started going down on his cock with an intensity that startled Jeff, sending him back on his heels for a moment. Now Mary was the aggressor, going up and down Jeff's fully engorged member as hard as she could. Jeff cried out as he came, sending a blast of sour tasting cum down Mary's throat.

Mary didn't even blink, and kept on sucking Jeff's cock even after it went limp, forcing him to almost tear Mary away from his dick as he pulled his jeans up just in time to avoid getting seen by a couple walking though the parking lot.

"Damn, that was amazing," Jeff said as he helped Mary to her feet and kissing her on the cheek. "Don't tell Brianna about this, okay?" 

Then he was gone, trotting back into the bar and leaving Mary by the car, horny and alone. Mary started to go back into the club, but happened to glance into the van where Kevin was sleeping on his back.

Looking around, Mary undid her jeans and tugged them off before climbing into the van and closing the door. Her panties were drenched, Mary noted as she peeled them off, and so was the mat of pussy hair that surrounded her sex. Climbing over Kevin so that her pussy was directly over his face, Mary lowered herself until she could feel his face buried deep in her bush.

Mary held onto the headrests of the front seat as she began slowly rocking her pussy on Kevin's face until she felt something slide in and make contact with her clitoris. His mouth, his nose? Mary couldn't tell and didn't care after she felt the nice feeling begin to warm her.

"Use your tongue," Mary said while grinding her pussy into his face harder, the feeling of what was probably Kevin's nose against her clitoris doing more for her than his dick ever had. Kevin was so out of it that he probably didn't know what was going on until the every end.

Mary came while Kevin was gasping and choking while fighting for air, and Mary finally got off of his face after her orgasm waned, leaving Kevin mumbling and gasping as he struggle to sit upright.

"Wazzup?" Kevin slurred, looking around the darkened van. "What did you do?"

"Nothing," Mary said while putting on her panties as Kevin tried to keep himself sitting upright. "You couldn't get it up but you said that you wanted to eat me out to make up for your limp dick."

"I don't eat pussy," Kevin said to the spinning walls and he droned on in an almost unintelligible manner. "Especially yours. Yours - too hairy."

"See ya," Mary said, saying goodbye to Kevin now and forever.

Kevin was too immature and childish for her anyway, Mary decided as she slammed the van door behind her. She was going to stick with guys that knew what they were doing and who accepted her just as she was from now on.

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Chapter Four: Back at the ranch.

Brianna was quiet on the way home, and for a time Mary thought that it might have been because she had found out what she had done to Jeff, but as it turned out Jeff had gotten pissed off because Bree was flirting with the bartender when he got back inside. There would be no threesome that night, and Mary was just as glad because Mary wanted Greg.

After Brianna fell asleep, Mary tip-toed down stairs to the darkened den. When she walked in the room, she heard a humming sound from the couch, and as her eyes adjusted to the dimness of the room, she saw Greg sitting on the couch holding something.

"I missed you," Mary said, walking toward her friend's father and pulling her night shirt up over her head as she did.

"What did you do with your boyfriend?" Greg asked. "Did you screw him?"

"No," Mary said. "Didn't do anything with him. he got drunk."

"Too bad," Greg replied, letting Mary kiss him but moving her hands away from his crotch. "His loss. I've got something here to tide you over until next weekend."

"I want you," Mary said, glancing over at what Greg had perched on the cushion next to him, and then did a double take as she got a better look at it. "What's that?"

"A present for you," Greg said, holding up the contraption, which was a glowing pink and was switched on, emitting a barely audible humming sound. "Something to get you used to what you're going to experience next weekend."

"That thing?"

"No, not this, but when we get together with the other men we're all going to be doing everything to you," Greg explained. "All of us will be in your pussy and in your ass and of course in your mouth, and sometimes I suspect two of us will be inside of you at once. Maybe even all three of us. Get up on the couch for me."

"But I want you," Mary whined in protest, her eyes fixed on the undulating device.




Mary's Evolution: Book 04



"Up," Greg repeated and as she squatted over the two-pronged apparatus, and while she leaned on Greg's shoulder for balance, she felt his finger lubricate her anus before sliding the smaller prong into her ass.

"OOOH!" Mary cried out as the wiggling stem in her rectum spun around, and as she clawed at Greg he worked the larger, cock shaped prong into her pussy, causing her to cry out.

"Ssh!" Greg said as he stifled a chuckle while watching Mary's reaction to the double vibrator, and he made her lean further back until she was fully impaled by the device.

"OMIGOD OMIGOD OMIGOD!" Mary chanted as Greg held her down onto the thing, and when she could stand no more she sunk her teeth into Greg's collarbone so she didn't scream like she wanted to.

"Oh no," Mary whimpered as she fell back into the sofa, but Greg wasn't done with her, as he took the opportunity to reposition Mary so she was leaning back with her legs in the air when he plunged the device back between her plump thighs.

"No more," Mary cried softly, but Greg was enthralled by the way Mary was reacting to the device, so he kept working it into her orifices while Mary pleaded for him to stop.

"Can't take it," Mary sobbed.

"Does it hurt?" Greg asked, cackling wickedly while Mary writhed and thrashed around on the sofa.

"No... too good... can't..."

Greg kept working it around inside of Mary, roughly squeezing her tits and pulling on her nipples with his free hand while Mary turned a bright red.

"Take it out!" Mary hissed, every vein and tendon in her neck bulging as her eyes threatened to pop right out of her skull. "PLEASE!"

Greg wasn't sure whether he had actually pulled it out of Mary, or had just started to, when it popped out of her just in front of a blast of fluids that erupted from her pussy despite Mary's hands clutching at her crotch.

While Greg looked on in shock, Mary went into what seemed like a series of convulsions that ended up with the chuuby little girl down on the carpet, squirming around as if she was having a seizure of sorts, all the while begging for Greg to take the thing out of her.

"It is out, baby. It's already out. It's okay," Greg said softly as he broke out of the trance Mary's gyrations had put him in and scrambled to the floor, trying to comfort her as well as quiet her down before she woke up Brianna.

Mary's body calmed down a little, but still went into these wild little bursts of spasms for several minutes, while Greg just hugged her and held her tight.

"Oh Greg, that was so crazy," Mary said after she finally calmed down enough to speak.

"I think you came," Greg said as he looked at the mess Mary had made on the couch cushion as well as the rug, and the place smelled so much like pussy that he knew he would have to get the deodorizer out later to kill the aroma that hung in the air.

"I also think you've had enough for tonight," Greg said, helping Mary get to her feet for a second before her knees buckled, forcing Greg to catch her and prop her up for a minute.

"Guess you still are a little chubby," Greg mumbled as he tried to figure out whether he had it in him to manage to carry Mary up the steps if he had to.

Fortunately, Mary was able to creep up the stairs, albeit at a slow pace and with considerable help from him. After he pointed Mary into the bedroom, he went down and put the toy away while straightening up the den a little before heading to bed.

He woke up twice during the night; the first time when Tracy came home around 2 and stumbled into bed, reeking of scotch instead of cum for a change, and the second when he was awakened by Mary, who had crept into the bedroom and was pulling on his dick under the sheet.

"Go to bed," Greg said softly, and when he heard Mary start to protest, he added, "Now."

"Where is it?" Mary whispered, and when Tracy stirred in bed she ducked down before popping back up again. "The pink thing."

"Go to bed," Greg said after pulling Mary's head toward him.

Mary crawled out of the bedroom and closed the door behind herself before trudging back to her bedroom. As she opened the door, she saw Brianna in her bed, arms and legs akimbo, and a lot of her creamy flesh exposed, inclusing her right nipple which stuck up proudly in the moonlight.

Walking around her own bed, Mary wound her way over to Brianna's bed and slid in behind her, moving her hands all over the lithe blonde's body until she woke up.

"Hi Bree," Mary said, nibbling on Brianna's ear and nuzzling into her neck. "I can't sleep."

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Mary's Evolution: Book 05



This is the latest installment in the story of Mary, the chubby and insecure teenager who had been deflowered by her best friend's father.

Since then, Mary's horizons had been broadened considerably, and to the delight of Greg Mullin, her older lover, she had been willing to do whatever he asked.

Finding out that his nearly half century old body had its limits despite his continuing lust for Mary, Greg decides that he could use some help in trying to keep the horny teen satisfied, and enlists the help of a couple of acquaintances from a website they all frequented.

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Chapter One: Mary's father.

Greg tried to contain his glee as his opponent's putt rolled by the cup, clinching the victory for himself. The loser cursed a few times at his bad luck and the hole before deftly picking up the ball with the blade of his putter and flipping it up in the air.

"Take that you fucker!" the man growled as he batted the ball into the water that guarded the right side of the 18th hole, barely missing the swan that was gliding along the pond.

"Good game," Greg said to his opponent, slapping him on the shoulder as the man handed him the fifty dollars that last putt had cost him.

"Always good when you win," the man said, and while he was a hot head at times, he cooled off quickly enough. "Can't putt worth a fuck."

Greg's opponent was an long-time acquaintance, both business and personal, and while getting paired up with the man today had been coincidental, it had been very awkward for Greg, especially at first.

Gerald Koutusis owned a small construction firm that Greg's company insured, which is where the business relationship came from. The personal relationship was where it got awkward for Greg now, because Gerald's daughter, his only child, was Greg Mullin's youngest daughter's very best friend, and had been for a long time. 

That had never been a problem in the past, but over the last month or so things had changed considerably, and Greg was having a tough time adjusting to being around Gerald Koutusis now.

Guess that happens when you start screwing another guy's daughter, Greg thought to himself as he walked with Mary's father up to the clubhouse. What would he think, Greg wondered, if he knew what he had been doing to his daughter these last few weeks?

Even doing Mary in the guy's own garage, while her old man was in the den on the other side of the wall, Greg recalled. Greg had sex with Mary in the messy garage twice, once cumming in her mouth and the other time in the ass while poor Gerald watched the World Cup or whatever it was.

How would he feel if the situation was reversed? Greg wondered about that as they undressed in the locker room. What if Gerald was having sex with his Brianna? How would he feel about that?

Could never happen, Greg concluded. It didn't seem physically possible for that to happen to his little girl, because while he didn't make it a practice to check other guys out, there was something about Gerald Koutusis that caught your eye no matter how hard you tried to avoid it.

Gerald was not an attractive man by any standard. The guy was short and stocky, much like his daughter Mary. He had a simian look about him, as his stubby body was covered with hair from his neck to his ankles, both front and back, much like a bear. It was obvious that his genes must have contributed to Mary's exceptionally hairy pussy as well.

None of that was particularly unusual, Greg thought as he watched the slightly bow-legged Greek pull off his underwear and reach for his towel. It was what hung between the thighs of Gerald Koutusis that got your attention.

Greg was pretty well hung himself, but compared to Mary's father - well, there was no comparison. Greg had seen Gerald him fluff himself up a bit like he always did, giving his cock a few subtle pulls while facing his locker, not that he needed to do it. Hell, Greg himself had gotten his own cock at half mast just before taking the picture that he had sent to Mary, so he understood the gesture, and usually did it himself.

No matter how many times he had seen it, the sight of Gerald's enormous cock was still as impressive as it was shocking. Swinging wildly between those bowed thighs like an elephant's trunk as he walked to the shower, Greg watched the shocked expressions of the other men who had never seen him before as Gerald nonchalantly padded into the steam-filled room.

Obviously Mary had never seen her father naked, because if she had, Mary would never have considered Greg's cock huge. Greg was pretty big, but Gerald was a freak of nature - a John Holmes sized cock attached to a short, squat frame that only accentuated how well endowed he was.

As Greg enjoyed the soothing spray of the shower, Greg recalled how that one time over cocktails Gerald had raised the possibility of them swapping wives some night. He had just said it casually, almost like a joke, and Greg had laughed it off at the time.

"You would ruin the poor woman for life with that thing of yours," Greg had said with a shake of his head after Gerald had suggested it. 

"I'd give her back to you in one piece," Gerald had assured him, reveling in knowing that Greg had obviously noticed how well endowed he was.

That was back when he had a marriage, Greg thought sadly as he rinsed off. Things were different now, and Greg didn't give a damn who Tracy screwed. Actually, the thought of Tracy getting fucked by Mary's father had an erotic edge to it, and Greg would enjoy watching Tracy get ripped apart by that huge thing. It would be worth watching just to see what that cock of Gerald's looked like when it got hard.

Back by the lockers, Gerald had just about finished dressing when Greg arrived, and while Greg toweled off Gerald talked to him. Greg noticed Gerald glancing at his crotch, the way all guys do, in a casual and non-sexual manner. While Greg was used to being naked around other men, there was something about this situation that made it a little strange.

"Guess my Mary is going to be staying at your place again tonight," Gerald said. "You ought to get a tax deduction for her. She practically lives over there with you."

"She's a good kid," Greg said. "We hardly know she's there."

"Well, don't be afraid to throw her out if she gets to be too much for you," Gerald said. "Sometimes a guy likes a little private time with the missus, you know what I mean?"

Greg smiled as Gerald guffawed loudly at the suggestion that he needed time to be alone with Tracy. The fact was that while Mary had told her father that she would be staying with Brianna tonight, the facts were quite different, and not something that Gerald Koutusis would want to hear about.

The facts were that Greg was going to drive Mary up to a secluded cabin in the Adirondack Mountains, where they were going to meet up with two other men around his own age, and hopefully, if Mary didn't chicken out, the three men would spend the night doing everything men could possibly do with and to a woman.

After they were through, Greg suspected that the four of them would be utterly drained, laying in a heap on the luxurious custom made bed that practically filled the bedroom of the cabin they would be going to. 

Either that, Greg mused as he chuckled to himself, or the three guys would be scattered around the room like corpses while Mary searched around for that vibrator he had bought for her. There was no getting over the fact that Mary Koutusis was damn near insatiable, having worn Greg out over the last couple months.

Greg and Gerald parted company in the parking lot, assuring each other that their families would get together real soon while knowing it would likely never happen, and as Greg drove home he had to admit a couple of things.

One was that he wasn't crazy about Gerald Koutusis, finding him for the most part to be a loud and abrasive jackass. The other thing was that despite all of that, out of those freakish genitals of his, he had managed to produce one sexy woman that he was nuts about. A woman that was going to be the object of a great deal of attention that night.

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Chapter Two: The cabin.

"You look ravishing," Greg said as he pulled his Town Car onto the long and winding road that led to the cabin owned by Colin Heath, the state legislator who would be the host of this little get together.

"I feel naked," Mary said, looking at the blouse Greg had bought her, and while the sheer and sleeveless peach colored top was beautiful, it did little to hide her obvious assets, and in fact was designed to do anything but that. "I don't like sleeveless blouses."

"I like them, and you have beautiful arms," Greg told her, running his hand down from her shoulder to her wrist, reveling in the feel of the downy hair on her lower bicep and forearm against his fingers.

"Fat," Mary said.

While Mary's arms were a bit fleshy, they were noticeably slimmer than they had been before she had lost weight, Greg noted with a bit of dismay. She was still a very voluptuous little woman, but he hoped that she wouldn't get any slimmer than she was now.

Besides, Greg knew that it wasn't Mary's arms that she was ashamed about, it was what was under them that made her embarrassed. Parking the car next to the two already in the driveway, he leaned over and pulled Mary close to him.

"They know everything about you," Greg said as he toyed with the hairs that peeked out from the fold of her arm, enjoying the flush of Mary's cheeks as he did. "You have nothing to be ashamed of. They are going to love you as much as I do. Chances are, you'll forget all about me after tonight."

"Never!" Mary insisted. "I love you."

"I know you do, baby. Now when we get in there, you will probably recognize one of the men."

"I will?" Mary said, a look of fear in her eyes.

"You'll probably recognize his face from the news or something," Greg said. "Just remember that he's just a man, the same as me and the other guy. We're all married and none of us wants anything to be known about this, so I'm counting on you to be mature about this and never tell anybody."

"Gee, I'm so embarrassed that I would never tell anybody," Mary admitted. "I feel like such a slut."

"You're not, at least no more than anybody else up here is. We just like sex," Greg said. "And you, my dear, seem to like it more than just about anybody else in the world."

Mary giggled at that, burying her head into Greg's chest as she hugged him.

"I guess I do," Mary replied. "I never used to be like this. I mean, now all I think about is sex. Guess I'm making up for lost time."

"Right," Greg said. "I want you to enjoy this. These are nice guys, and won't do anything to hurt you. I wouldn't let that happen in any case. If something bothers you or you don't want to do something, just say the word."

"I will," Mary said as they got out of the car. "Enjoy it, I mean, or at least I will try. Will you enjoy it, Greg? Seeing the other men doing things to me?"

"Yes," Greg responded, turning to face Mary, straightening her glasses and brushing her thick wavy hair back over her bare shoulders. "At least I think I will, although I guess I won't know until it happens."

"You liked seeing that woman measuring me for bras that time," Mary said. "I could tell."

"You're right. I did," Greg confessed. "It's just that I'm so proud of being with you and showing others how gorgeous you are, I guess."

"Don't cry," Greg said, making a face at Mary, who was showing signs of getting a little emotional.

"I won't," Mary promised as they reached the top step of the porch, which wrapped around half of the house. 

Behind them, hidden by the darkness, was a panoramic view of the southern part of the high peaks region, and when Mary mentioned how beautiful the cabin was, Greg had to agree.

"So much for the poverty connected with political service," Greg said as he prepared to knock on the door. "Now remember, you aren't the shy and scared Mary of a couple of months ago. She's gone, and gone forever. Now you're the sexy and confident woman who is going to spend the evening with three guys who want you so badly they can taste it."

"Just remember not to be shocked when you see the one guy," Greg reminded Mary as he tapped on the door. "Act normal."

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Chapter Three: Easier said than done.

The door was opened by the cabin's owner, Colin Heath, and he smiled widely as he greeted them both warmly. Greg got a firm handshake from the tall and distinguished looking politician, who looked suave and debonair even dressed in casual clothing, and to Greg's relief Mary didn't even blink an eye when he introduced them.

"Greg, you told us that Mary was beautiful," Colin said, his deep bass voice working the same magic it had done on the people of his district for 20 years. "You didn't give a clue as to just how beautiful though. My word, what a stunning creation you are."

Mary's face flushed as the silver haired orator gently stroked Mary's cheek with his hand before kissing her softly there. Greg could tell that Mary was under Colin's spell, and Colin was certainly captivated by Mary. His smile was wide and seemed as genuine has could be, and after the introduction his light blue eyes were fixed completely on Mary's breasts, which thanks to the clothing had never looked bigger and fuller than they did now.

So far, so good, Greg said to himself as he tried to get Mary past Colin, who was doing his best imitation of Robert Redford in the movie The Candidate. Greg saw poor Lloyd in back of Colin, looking like he was sweating bullets as he waited at the end of the shortest reception line possible, and finally managed to get Mary around Colin before Mary swooned.

"Mary, this is..." was as far as Greg got before Mary dropped her purse.

"You looked like at the kid in the Home Alone movies," Greg would tell Mary later when speaking about her reaction to seeing Lloyd, and while it was amusing later, there was nothing funny about the way Mary looked at her old freshman English teacher who stared at her with a mixture of lust and trepidation.

Lloyd wasn't drooling, but he wasn't far from it, smiling lecherously at Mary, who only managed to utter, "Mister Anderson?" before looking in horror at Greg and asking to use the bathroom.

Greg followed Mary into the bathroom, catching the door as it flew back towards him, and after gently closing it behind himself, went over to Mary. Obviously shaken, Mary's head and neck were beet red and she was holding onto the bathroom sink for support when Greg came up behind her.

"How could you?" Mary said with a quiver in her voice.

"I don't understand," Greg said, standing behind Mary and rubbing her shoulders.

Greg's confusion was real. He had expected Mary to recognize Colin, with his picture being in the paper all the time as well as being a frequent and familiar fixture on local news shows, but she had managed to go through that introduction without blinking. When Mary set her eyes on Lloyd, however, that was a whole other thing. 

"When you said I would recognize somebody," Mary said in short bursts while trying to catch her breath, seeing to be on the verge of hyperventilating. "I didn't think you meant him."

"Who?" Greg asked. "Lloyd?"

"Mr. Anderson. My teacher from back in freshman English class."

"Oh," Greg said, finally understanding what the problem was. "I didn't know that. I was referring to Colin. He's a local politician, and I knew you would recognize him."

"I don't follow politics," Mary said, looking at Greg as she looked into the mirror in front of her. "Mr. Anderson? Omigod, this is so embarrassing."

"I can understand your shock, baby. I didn't know anything about you knowing Lloyd. I hardly know him myself. Just from chatting online and from being up here with him a few times. He was the one who recommended Johanna's place to me."

"This is so humiliating," Mary said, the blush leaving her face a bit but her eyes becoming red as she fought to calm down. "I feel like a real slut."

"Why?" Greg asked. "What have you done?"

"I let you take me up here so I can be with you and these men," Mary explained. "They know why I'm here. Mr. Anderson - he - I can't believe this! He must think I'm..."

"Beautiful," Greg said, finishing Mary's thought. "He thinks you're beautiful. When I sent him those pictures of you..."

"Oh no."

"Yes. And when I described you to him, he was dying to meet you," Greg continued. "I don't know if he recognized you or not from the pictures. I suppose I can find out if you want to know, but you have changed a lot since then."

Not that much, Greg mused as he tried to comfort Mary. Facially Mary looked much like she did back then, and while old Lloyd never saw her dressed in skimpy attire in his class, Mary had been an early bloomer so overall, she wasn't that much different. Greg made a mental note to talk to the horny teacher after all of this, if there was even going to be any of "this" happening.

"As for being a slut," Greg went on. "You've come up here for a good time. For an experience. So have they. They're a couple of guys just like me, successful professionals with wives at home who chose to risk it all for the chance to be with you. Why are you something that they aren't? If you're a slut, then I guess we all are. Right?"

"I dunno," Mary sniffed.

"Never understood the part about men and women doing the same thing, yet women being considered sleazy and men thought of as great lovers," Greg said honestly. "What am I then? A guy sneaking around garages to have sex with you? If there's a pervert in this building, it's me!"

"You're right about that," Mary said in between giggles."

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Chapter Four: Well?

"It seems we have a situation here, Lloyd," Colin Heath said, his understatement intentional as Lloyd tried not to make eye contact with the taller man. "Mind bringing me up to speed?"

"Mary - she was a student of mine," Lloyd mumbled. "Freshman English."

"Aha!" Assemblyman Heath declared. "One of your old students that you had a crush on shows up unaware that you had her in your sights."

"No, nothing like that at all," Lloyd protested. "She was a brilliant student, but she was so nondescript that you hardly would notice her. She always dressed in the most unflattering clothes."

"So she wasn't one of those young ladies that you would try to get to raise their hands in class so you could see if she had hair under her arms or not?" Colin said in a tone that reeked of arrogance.

"No," Lloyd answered coldly, regretting ever telling the politician anything about himself back in the days that they were all anonymous chatters on the Net. "And don't make it sound like I'm doing anything improper with students either, because I told you I don't go in for that at all."

"Don't get your boxers in a knot there, Lloyd," Colin replied. "I was just wondering if you had recognized her from the pictures Mullin sent around - maybe gone back to look at the old yearbooks and things to jog your memory."

"No," Lloyd lied with what he hoped was conviction. "I thought the girl looked a bit familiar, but I never dreamed that it was her. She was a real dumpy little thing back then."

"Well, the young lady that walked into this cabin a few moments ago was anything but dumpy, wouldn't you say Lloyd?"

"Definitely not," Lloyd agreed, happy to shift the tone of the conversation. "A bit chubby, but what a body! Did you see the size of those jugs?"

"Johanna did a wonderful job," Colin said. "Those breasts of hers look magnificent."

"She wanted to be invited," Lloyd said. "Johanna, I mean. When I spoke to her about how the bra fitting went, she said she wanted that girl so badly she could scream, and she was hoping that the girl would call her back afterward."




Mary's Evolution: Book 05



"That might be interesting to watch," Colin mused, picturing the aging dyke with her strap-on drilling poor little Mary into the headboard while the three of them stood around as spectators. "Maybe next time. This time is for us though - IF Mullin manages to coax her back out here, that is."

"He will," Lloyd said with confidence. "He says he has her wrapped around his finger."

"He may be right," Colin said. "She does seem to be easily influenced."

"I know," Lloyd added. "I thought that she was going to do you right there in the middle of the room after you kissed her on the cheek."

Just then the door opened, causing Lloyd and Colin to spin around at the sound, but Greg Mullin came out alone and closed the door gently behind himself before joining them.

"How goes it, Mullin?" the assemblyman asked.

"She'll be out in a few minutes," Greg said with confidence, giving Lloyd Anderson a dirty look. "She certainly wasn't expecting to see one of you."

"Sorry," Lloyd answered. "I had no clue. She's changed a lot, and she is incredible looking now."

"I think we all agree on that," the politician replied. "I also think that it would be nice if we weren't standing out here staring at the door like a pack of jackals waiting for our little lamb to emerge for the slaughter. Let's have a drink and try to act that we aren't thinking about what we really ARE thinking about."

The three men went over to the corner of the rustic living room, where a well-stocked bar awaited them. It took about ten minutes for the bathroom door to open again, and while they all heard the latch clicking, they pretended not to and instead stayed at the bar chatting casually with each other.

"Relax Lloyd," Colin said, and he was surprised that the teacher was actually able to act as calm as the rest of them, pretending to not even notice Mary had been gone when she rejoined them.

"Would you like a drink, baby?" Greg asked, putting his arm around Mary's soft shoulders and drawing him close to her.

"I don't think I'm old enough. Besides, I don't much about this kind of..." Mary started to say, but Greg cut her off with a grin.

"I know you and Brianna have hit my liquor cabinet a few times."

"Vodka and tonic," Mary said sheepishly, looking down as she pawed at the carpet.

Colin made Mary a rather strong drink, and was surprised when Mary didn't blink as she downed it rapidly.

"Parched after the long ride, aren't you Mary?" Colin said with a grin as he took the glass from Mary and refilled it.

"I guess."

"Easy, baby," Greg whispered. "I don't want you to..."

"I'm fine," Mary said calmly, taking the drink from Colin's hand, shivering a little as their hands grazed together.

Greg couldn't help but notice that Mary was rather taken by the suave politician, and even Greg had to give Colin Heath his due. The guy knew how to work a room, whether it a bunch of potential contributors or only a frightened 18 year old girl who apparently didn't have a clue as to who he was.

Greg made a mental note to keep an eye on the way those two interacted over the course of the evening, because while Greg didn't mind sharing Mary with these two men, he had no intention of losing such a sweet thing he had going for himself.

"Feeling better now?" Greg asked Mary, who was watching her old teacher discussing something with the tall politician.

"A little. Still scared though."

"We all are," Greg assured her. "When our clothes come off we'll forget about that."

"Gonna be weird," Mary said, noticing her old teacher talking to Mr. Heath but looking at her. "Seeing Mr. Anderson with no clothes on."

"Trust me, he won't be nearly as intimidating naked," Greg whispered.

"He keeps staring at me," Mary said softly.

"We all are, when we don't think you'll notice. Want to drive Lloyd crazy?" Greg asked, and then bent down to Mary's ear to say something else.

"I can't," Mary said.

"Do it," Greg said. "Watch his reaction." 

With reluctance, Mary did as Greg asked. Shifting her drink to her left hand, Mary tried to look casual as she raised her right arm and pulled her hair back over her shoulder, giving Lloyd an eyeful of what Greg assured her was what he was dying to see.

"Told you," Greg said with a smirk as they both watched the teacher spastic reaction to getting a glimpse, albeit a fleeting one, of Mary's unshaven armpit before she lowered her arm back down to her side.

"I'm glad Mr. Heath didn't see me do that," Mary said as a shiver went through her body after seeing Mr. Anderson's flustered reaction to seeing the hair under her arm.

"Don't you think he's going to notice later?" Greg suggested, and Mary shrugged in acknowledgment of that fact.

"Colin's more of a three B man - boobs, butt and bush," Greg explained. "Whereas your old mentor is primarily a hair guy. He claims to be a breast man, but what really trips his trigger is a girl with a nice big bush between her legs, and as far as armpit hair - he's obviously a maniac."

Mary blushed a bit at that, but then promptly shocked Greg by repeating her flipping back of the hair motion, drawing an even more excited reaction from Lloyd, who was trying to get away from Colin's filibustering and join Mary and Greg a few feet away.

"You gave the poor guy a little boner," Greg said under his breath, nodding over to the modest swell in Lloyd's khaki slacks.

"Does he have a small dick?" Mary asked, noticing the bulge that Mr. Anderson had in his trousers.

"I don't pay attention to that kind of thing," Greg said. "Pretty normal as I remember."

Now I'll bet that HE'S got a big one, Mary thought to herself as she looked at the handsome guy Mr. Anderson was talking to, and the more she looked at Mr. Heath, the more he looked like Robert Redford in that movie where he wanted to sleep with Demi Moore so bad.

Maybe the drinks are helping me feel that way, Mary mused as she jiggled her empty glass around. Unlike her old teacher, who made no pretense of hiding his staring, the politician was very slick about it, giving her sideways glances. His eyes would meet hers, and then go right down to her chest before rising once more.

Colin saw Mary's glass empty and quickly moved to refill it, handing the finished product back to Mary with a flourish. In the process Colin moved his hand lightly against the back of Mary's hand, and this time there was no mistaking the response.

The girl's body quivered a little just like last time, but after Colin exchanged smiles with Mary, his eyes went down to the girl's bosom, and from underneath the smart looking peach colored blouse he watched as Mary's nipples blossomed against the fabric.

Colin's heart raced as he imagined what those jugs would look like out of their harness instead of straining against the front of the blouse, and this time when Mary caught him staring at her breasts he didn't shift his glance but instead looked her straight in the eye. 

He wants me, Mary thought as they looked in each other's eyes. He REALLY wants me, and the thought that somebody so incredibly handsome would be interested in her made Mary's head spin. The man was three times as old as she was, but he was hot for any age - even more handsome than Greg, Mary realized.

And what about Greg? Mary had forgotten all about him, so taken was she by the tall silver haired man with the smoky blue eyes. Greg was still by her side, watching her and Colin attentively, his hand stroking the fine hairs on her forearm.

Wait - that was Mr. Anderson rubbing her arm. Greg's hand was on her other shoulder and Colin was in front of her saying something. The room started to sway a bit on Mary, and she had to concentrate to stay focused.

"I said that I would love to show you around the rest of the cabin," Colin repeated, and as Mary nodded she felt herself being almost herded out of the living room and down a short hallway while Mr. Heath kept talking.

"You've already seen the bathroom," he said with a chuckle. "That was the living room we were in before, and this is the bedroom."

Mary felt like a child as she walked within this group of men. While her bespeckled former teacher was only about six inches taller than she was, Greg was at least a foot taller than her, and Colin was even a bit taller than him.

The room Mary was taken to was illuminated by candles, but there were so many of them lit that it was fairly bright, and as she was ushered in Mary was shocked at the size of the bed that dominated the room. 

The bed frame and headboard were a rich mahogany, and the wood so thick that it must weigh a ton, Mary thought. She was going to comment on how beautiful the bedroom furniture was, but before she could open her mouth she was surrounded by the three men.

Hands were all over her, touching her everywhere. Mostly Colin and Lloyd's hands, while Greg stood looking more like an observer than a participant as her clothes began to come off. The blouse was taken off of her, and then there were fingers trying to unhook her bra.

Lloyd was fumbling around the back of the bra, but Colin had noticed that the beige harness had front hooks, and his long slender fingers were already working their way down the row of clasps, deftly undoing each one. As each hook was freed, more and more of her cleavage was exposed, and the room was so still that Mary could hear the men breathing - increasingly louder as Colin reached the last hook.

When the last hook came free, the bra cups practically exploding off of Mary as her huge breasts lurched forward, and there was a loud gasp as her tits settled down on her body. For a moment nobody moved, as Mary stood there naked to the waist while the men leered at her.

Only for a second though, as the two men descended on her breasts like vultures. Lloyd kneading her right breast while Colin knelt beside Mary and held her left breast in both hands while sucking on the fully engorged nipple just like a baby at his mother's teat.

In a daze, Mary looked at Greg, who was watching it all while undressing himself. She felt the button on her slacks come loose, and it was her former teacher who was helping them down and off of her. Greg was naked in front of her, his hand slowly stroking his cock, which was hard.

Hands. Hands were everywhere, and Mary found herself holding the backs of Colin and Lloyd's heads as they kept sucking on her tits. Someone had been caressing her thighs, and now that same someone was toying with the hairs that peeked out from the sides of her panties, but only for a second because the panties were soon being pulled down, leaving her naked.

Greg was easing her down to her knees, guiding her face to his cock, which was bobbing in front of her. Mary took him deep into her mouth, feeling his nuts against her chin while on her sides, Colin and Lloyd had quickly undressed down to their boxer shorts.

The camera, hidden in the wall of the bedroom by the owner of the cabin, captured every moment as the three middle aged men swooped in on Mary.

***

Chapter Five; Decisions.

Greg pulled his cock out of Mary's mouth and motioned for her to attend to Lloyd, who was first to arrive next to the kneeling Mary. Turning to the side, Mary pulled the ivory boxers off of her old teacher and grabbed his slender dick.

Lloyd Anderson's knees buckled as Mary's mouth went effortlessly down the entire five inches of him, her lips buried deep in his pubic hair as she sucked on him greedily. Lloyd's hands slid through Mary's thick wavy hair as his former student looked up at him through his pubes.

Lloyd started to squirm, fearing that he was going to cum, and just in time Mary saw Greg waving his cock next to her face, rubbing his boner against her cheek.

"Both of them," Greg said. "Suck them both."

Lloyd leaned closer to Greg so their cocks were almost touching, and Mary took them both in hand, retracting Greg's foreskin back all the way. Greg's fat bronze cock was in stark contrast to Lloyd's pale dick, which was so hard that it curled up toward his stomach.

Mary went back and forth between the two cocks, giving each of them equal attention, but what Greg wanted was something else. Positing the plum-sized head of his cock next to the little acorn glans of her former teacher, Greg told her to take them both at once.

Mary's mouth stretched out wide as she tried to take both of them in her mouth at the same time, and as the slippery heads of their dicks squished together, Mary actually managed to take both of them in her mouth at the same time for a second.

"Don't forget about me," said the soothing voice of the man at her other side, and Greg reluctantly let Mary turn around to face Colin.

Mary gasped at the sight of Colin naked beside her. His tall and lean body was a brilliant white, and outside of a modest patch of fur above his cock, Mr. Heath's body seemed completely hairless.

His cock. Mary swallowed hard as she saw the flaccid hose hanging down between his legs. It wasn't the size that shocked her so, because while it was really long, it was just about the same size as Greg's. It was more of the shape of his manhood that made Mary do a double take.

Colin Heath penis was much like a spear, absurdly thick at the base and gradually tapering down in girth to the head of his uncircumcised member, which was cone-shaped and not much bigger than Lloyd's. The shaft of Colin's penis wasn't round like the others, but more like an oval, like it had been flattened down by something, which made it look even more intimidating.

Mary's fingers wrapped themselves around Colin's cock, and she was at first concerned because he wasn't hard like the other men were. This made her fear at first that he didn't find her attractive after all, but once her mouth slid down his cock, she could feel him start to get hard almost immediately.

Colin's cock slid into Mary's mouth effortlessly, and he murmured his approval as he felt the tip of his dick slide against her throat. Mary sensed Greg and Lloyd shifting positions, until they were on each side of her while she went down on Colin.

Her hands were pulled up to their cocks, and while she felt it awkward to keep her balance to give Colin head while jerking Greg and Lloyd off at the same time, they supported Mary as best they could, with Greg's hand on her one shoulder and Lloyd's hand on her other. Lloyd's hand gradually slid around until his fingers were under her arm, stroking the moist jungle of hair.

"Amazing," came Colin's deep soothing voice, looking down at Mary while cradling her head in his hands, and with a nod Greg and Lloyd helped Mary to her feet before easing her onto her back on the bed, which rolled under the weight of the four people.

"Yes," Mary found herself saying as she found herself on her back with Greg and Lloyd on her sides, while Colin knelt between her thighs, looking like he was ready to put that incredible cock of his to work.

Mary was wet and she wanted Colin inside her badly, but she did not get the swaying weapon she wanted right away. Instead, Mary saw Colin's head dip between her legs, with only his shiny silver hair visible as his face was enveloped by the dense bush.

"You're liking it aren't you babe?" Greg said as his mouth came off of her nipple long enough to hiss to Mary. "You want him to fuck you, don't you?"

"Yes," Mary whimpered, and Greg nodded, knowing that was the case.

Greg returned to Mary's fat nipple, and while he mouth worked over the taut peg Greg looked over at Lloyd, who had been sucking on Mary's other tit before, but had now moved on, just as Greg knew he would.

Lloyd was still kneading Mary's huge breast with his one hand, but his other hand had brought Mary's arm back up toward the headboard, and as Lloyd pinned Mary's wrist down, his face went right to Mary's exposed armpit.

Lloyd's glasses were knocked back off of his face, and the usual beige skin tone of the teacher's face was now a rich crimson as he attacked Mary's underarm like a man possessed, his tongue lapping away at the dense thicket while below, his stiff dick rubbed against Mary's hip as he humped her.

Greg actually saw Lloyd cum, his eyes happening to be looking in that direction when Lloyd's pecker began spitting cum all over Mary's hip and side. It was strangely erotic to Greg, seeing the way Lloyd was so turned on by Mary, and Lloyd smoothly wiped the cum off of Mary with the sheet without missing a beat with his mouth.

Despite Lloyd's modest-sized dick, Greg was always impressed by the way he could keep it up all night. Greg suspected he took Viagra or something similar, but whatever the reason, Greg knew that he would be back up again in no time.

Lower down the bed, Colin gave Mary's pussy a couple more long licks, enjoying the resulting shiver of the voluptuous teens body, before getting onto his knees. He was going to be the first inside of that sweet hairy pussy tonight, and it wasn't anything they had talked about.

Instead, Colin Heath had just decided it though the force of his will, and when he slid the tip of his dick along the furry opening, Mary's thighs parted even wider. Greg and Lloyd leaned backward to give him room as Colin slid his cock into Mary's dripping wet pussy.

His cock not only looked like like a spear, it felt like one too, Mary thought as she looked up at Colin, who slowly worked himself into Mary until he had fully impaled her with his weapon.

"OMIGOD!" Mary groaned as the pointed probe burrowed deep inside of her, the absurd thickness of the base of his manhood stretching her pussy out like no man had before.

She came almost immediately, and while Colin maintained his long and deliberate thrusts into Mary, Greg and Lloyd held Mary's shoulders down as she bucked around madly.

Colin Heath was a tough act to follow, Greg thought to himself as he watched Colin's tempo increase a little. The guy had game, alright, and as he looked down at Mary he recognized the signs that she was going to cum again before long.

Opposite him, Lloyd was rubbing his cock under Mary's arm. even letting his nuts run through the hair. Mary turned her head and gave Lloyd's revived cock a couple of quick licks before arching her neck and lifting her head off the bedding.

"Oh man," Lloyd moaned as he watched Mary cum, the sweat pouring down Mary's face as she looked up toward him.

Mary was fighting to catch her breath as Colin pulled his cock out of her, his glistening sword still very erect as it swayed obscenely in front of him, and he motioned graciously for someone else to take his place.

Lloyd eagerly scrambled to take Colin's place between the chubby thighs that remained open, and as he fell right into Mary's pussy, Mary's hands were already reaching for Colin as he took Lloyd's former place beside her.

Her hands clawed at his cock, yanking him towards her so that she could take him deep into her mouth and suck him dry. Greg watched as Mary gobbled up Colin's cock, and the smug look on the politician's face made Greg want to slug him.

At the other end of the bed, Lloyd was grunting as he came, his face strikingly similar to Edvard Munch's The Scream, and after Lloyd climbed out from between Mary's legs with his limp dick dripping cum, Greg took his place, pulling Mary down to the edge of the mattress so he could fuck her standing up by the tall bed.

Not a fan of sliding into another man's juices, Greg shuddered as Mary's warm sticky cauldron enveloped his member. Mary moaned as he started thrusting into her, but her real attention was fixated elsewhere, as she seemed obsessed with trying to swallow Colin's cock whole, not really noticing Greg as he thrust into her.

Colin kept teasing Mary with his cock, pulling it out of her mouth and slapping her on the cheek with it several times, before finally straddling Mary's face with his crotch, telling her to give his balls a little love. Colin faced Greg as he did this, and this gave Greg an unobstructed view of Colin dropping his long wrinkled sac squarely onto Mary's face.




Mary's Evolution: Book 05



Mary sucked on the round orbs for a while, as Colin looked down at Greg thrusting into the pussy that he had already made cum twice himself, but Mary wasn't content with Colin's nuts, and was soon squirming to get at something else.

"OOOH!" Colin gasped, leaning forward under Mary's guidance, and Greg could see exactly what Mary was doing.

Colin braced himself with Mary's tits as his cock bounced around crazily, and Greg knew from his reaction that Mary was licking Colin's anus. The politician's face was twisted in shock for a second, but he recovered quickly, leaning further forward to slip his cock between Mary's breasts while the girl's tongue probed inside of him.

Colin let his cock slide in and out of the sweaty cleavage before squeezing the enormous pillows around his manhood and grinding away. Colin usually prided himself on having great self-control, but as Mary's tongue probed into him even deeper, he lost it. 

Greg saw Colin's cum spurt out from between Mary's tits, spraying ropes of semen onto her belly, and as he watched that Greg as well, sending his own seed deep into Mary's womb. After a few seconds Greg let his deflating tool fall out of Mary and went out to get his drink.

***

Chapter Six: Choices.

Mary waddled out of the bed like she was on a horse, and when she looked at her reflection in the full length mirror she shook her head in dismay. There were a few scratches on her shoulders and upper back, some reddening of her kin in various places and there was cum hanging off of her pubic hair. Mary looked remarkably like she had just had sex with three guys for about four hours virtually non-stop, with a tongue, finger or cock seeming to always be in one or more of her ravaged orifices every moment of the time.

"Not a pretty sight," Mary mumbled to herself as she headed for the bathroom with the messy cocktail of semen, sweat and her own bodily fluids drooling out of her pussy and down the insides of her thighs.

Colin happened to emerge from the bathroom just as Mary came into the living room. He was dripping wet, his smooth and toned body still glistening from the shower he had just come out of, and he grinned when he saw Mary approach.

"Mind if I take one too?" Mary asked hopefully.

"If I had known that I would have waited for you," Colin said with a dazzling grin, stepping aside after showing Mary where the towels were, and his eyes followed the wiggle of her plump ass until the door closed behind her.

The shower woke Mary back up and made her feel like the weight of a ton of semen was off of her. Indeed, she had been caked with the fluids off all three men, and Mary carefully cleansed all of her orifices before emerging from the bathroom.

Greg and Lloyd were still out cold in bed, but Colin was nowhere in sight. Walking back out to the living room, she saw Colin standing on the porch, his naked body illuminated by the full moon.

"There you are," Colin said, greeting Mary as she joined him on the porch.

"Beautiful out," Mary said.

"Nice enough to go without a towel," Colin suggested, smiling while looking at the thick cotton wrap that Mary had fashioned around her body. "Although I must admit that my suggestion is more for the benefit of my eyes than concern over your comfort."

Mary thought for a second before pulling the towel off, and her nipples blossomed as the night air hit them. She couldn't believe that she was actually walking around naked in front of people like this, especially a guy as handsome as Colin.

Mary also couldn't believe that she was staring hungrily at the flaccid hose that dangled in front of Mr. Heath, and it was all she could do to keep from going down on him right then and there.

"Is it really true, what Mullin said?" Colin asked. "About you being a virgin a couple of months ago?"

"True," Mary said with a shrug.

"Never could have guessed it, judging by the way you acted back in there," Colin said as he put a hand on Mary's soft round shoulder. "Your capacity for affection seems limitless. The young lads of your generation must be slipping to let someone who looks like you remain pure that long."

"I think you're being nice. I dunno about how good I look, but I have lost a lot of weight lately."

"Obviously must have been in the right places," Colin observed wryly as his eyes devoured Mary's massive breasts as they shifted with her movements. "Certainly the weight loss couldn't have been from your breasts. You must have figured out by now that I'm rather infatuated with them."

"Yeah, kinda," Mary giggled, and indeed it was obvious to her by the way he had been all over them right from the start. "It's nice to have something somebody wants."

"Oh, it seemed that you have a lot of things that people want," Colin said as he massaged Mary's shoulder. "Poor Lloyd - I hardly saw his face all night. Every time I looked his head was busy under your arms."

"He was sweet," Mary said, blushing a bit at the thought of Mr. Anderson getting all crazy like that.

"Is that your idea? The underarm hair I mean."

"No, it was Greg's," Mary admitted. "You don't like it, do you?"

"Doesn't matter to me either way," Colin said with honest indifference. "It gives you a unique look - one that I haven't seen since my college days back in the 70's - but to be frank you have so many other assets than I find intoxicating that I really didn't spend much time looking under your arms. How do you feel about it?"

"Weird," Mary confessed, willing to run in the cabin and get rid of it all if Colin so much as hinted she do so. "It's just that women don't usually walk around like this today."

"Most women don't walk around with a lot of what you have," Colin said. "Your breasts are so amazing. Women pay thousands of dollars to get breasts like yours, and your nipples are to die for."

"I will confess that I'm a bit old school as far as your other body hair goes," Colin continued. "A woman without hair between her legs just isn't a woman to me."

"I want to suck your cock," Mary said as she turned to face Colin, surprising herself as much as she did the suave politician, but he recovered quickly.

"That's a hard request to turn down," Colin said. "Why don't we take a little stroll so we can be alone? Okay?"

Mary nodded and followed Colin around the back of the cabin. With the bright moonlight, it was easy for Colin to lead Mary down the path and to the little clearing a short distance away.

"Oh wow!" Mary said with a catch in her throat as she looked at the little pond with a dock extending out from the shore. Floating out on the still water, a rowboat was tied to the dock, and the long shadows that the trees cast out onto the water made the whole scene seem ghostly. "It's breathtaking."

"Much like yourself," Colin said while moving himself behind the little woman.

Mary felt Mr. Heath reaching around her, bending down and cupping Mary's breasts in his large hands, first cradling and then kneading the pliant jugs as he kissed the top of her head.

"Wish I was taller," Mary said as she leaned back into Colin, enjoying the feel of his strong hands fondling her breasts. "Or shorter. Then I could suck your cock without kneeling."

"You really want to suck it, don't you, you naughty girl?" Colin chided playfully, catching Mary before she could spin around, kneel onto the sand and do just that. "You have a thing for sucking cock, do you?"

"Yours I do," Mary said and pouted when Colin kept her away from it.

"Tell me what's so special about mine," Colin asked. "It isn't any bigger than your boy Mullin's, is it?" 

"About the same. You're both big guys. It's just that yours is so - I dunno. The head of it is so cool, really sleek like a rocket-ship. That thick vein that winds down the top of it is wild looking, and the way it gets fatter and fatter until down at the stump until it's so thick that it's like, unreal!" 

"Not too much for you to handle though," Colin said, twisting Mary's nipples gently. "Not many women ever get their lips down as far as you did. You took every inch."

"I will again, if you let me," Mary promised as she rubbed her butt back into his crotch, giggling as Colin kept her away once more.

"I'll let you suck on it some more," Colin said, letting Mary take him in her fist so she could pull on it. "If you do something for me, that is."

"Anything."

"Do you mean that?" Colin asked with an arched eyebrow.

"Anything," Mary insisted. "You want me to rim you? You really liked that."

"Indeed I did," Colin said. "Bit of a shock, I admit, but very satisfying. You seemed to like doing it as well."

"I do," Mary said sheepishly.

"Do you do that with other guys?"

"No. Well, not just anybody."

"You do it with Mullin though, I assume? He probably taught you how to do it, right?"

"Yes."

"Well, maybe I'll let you do that to me again some other time. If there is another time, that is," Colin said.

"I hope there is," Mary replied.

"In that case there will be, but I was thinking more along the lines of me and you alone, or perhaps with other people besides your Greg. How do you feel about that?"

"I like Greg," Mary said, catching herself before she almost said the word love instead.

"That's fine, but I don't care about that," Colin assured her. "Do whatever you want with him, or with anybody else for that matter. I would like us to have our own special relationship though. All I ask is that you don't say a word about what you and I do together. Not a word."

"I won't - I wouldn't," Mary promised.

"Good girl," Colin said. "Because right now I'm going to ask you to do something for me that might seem strange to you."

"Anything."

"I know. You already said that. It's just that like I said, anything we do together stays between us," Colin said, brushing the hair back from her cheek. "I mean that. If I were to find out that you ever said anything to anybody about me - well, let's just say that I'm a very nice man who happens to get very angry when he gets crossed or betrayed."

"I understand," Mary said, the implied threat hanging in the air.

"We all have our quirks," Colin said. "Don't we? Things we enjoy but would rather not have other people knowing about?"

"I guess," Mary said.

"Mullin, now he had designs on a girl he watched grow up to be a woman," Colin explained. "Bit of a predator, you could say. Lloyd there, he's got a thing for females with hair under their arms. A rather mainstream fetish compared to most, but not exactly something he would bring up during a PTA meeting I suspect. Even you, the way that you stuck your tongue inside of me like you did, I guess you could say you might have a passion for that sort of thing. That's not something that you would want to have other people knowing about, right? It isn't likely that you'll mention that the next time you go to confession, right?"

Mary nodded, her mind still fixated on going down on Colin.

"Now as for me, I have my quirks too."

"I know," Mary interrupted. "You like big breasts."

"Indeed I do," Colin said. "I love big natural tits like yours, not the silicone jobs. I love big breasts that feel like yours, and I love them with a passion. I love to squeeze them, kiss them and stick my cock between them."

"I know."

"I also like to bind them. Tie them up. Pinch them. Nothing overly rough, mind you. Ever have anyone do anything like that to yours?"

"No," Mary said with a shaky voice.

"They're very sensitive aren't they?" Colin asked, his fingers pulling on Mary's nipples, stretching them out for her body. "Does that hurt?"

Mary made a whimpering noise but did not complain, instead only writhing back against Colin as he twisted the thick pegs a little while continuing to pull on them.

"Oh, I see you like these big tits of yours treated a little roughly, don't you Mary?," Colin said. "Now why don't you suck my cock for a while, just like you wanted, and then we'll get into what I really want from you."

"That's it," Colin said, looking down at Mary's full lips disappearing into his pubic hair as her mouth stretched out wide. "Take it all."

"I love the way you screamed before when I stuck my cock into your pussy from behind," Colin continued. "While you were riding your man Greg's cock. I suspect you thought I was going to stick my cock in your ass - I think Mullin did too, judging my the way his face looked when I forced my cock into your pussy while his was in you at the same time."

Mary made a whimpering noise while her mouth continued to slide up and down the length of Colin's cock, her hand moving down between her legs as she remembered the sensation of having the two men inside her pussy at the same time.

"Too bad your boy came so fast," Colin said with a twinge of regret, before mentioning what he suspected Mary might not have thought about. "Maybe the feeling of our cocks rubbing together inside your pussy turned him on. Who knows?"

Greg Mullin had indeed cum after the underside of Colin's member had ground into his dick a few times inside the cramped confines of Mary's pussy, which had been stretched to the limit by the combined length and girth of the two big dicks. Greg's orgasm turned his raging erection into a limp tube that got drubbed by Colin's erection as he thrust into her hard and deep, until Greg finally got squeezed out of Mary by sheer force.

"As for your taking all three of us at the same time," Colin exclaimed, continuing to provide a verbal recounting of the highlights of the evening while Mary's lips worked him over. "That was simply amazing. Mullin in your mouth, and Lloyd pounding his little pecker into your pussy, while I stuck my cock into your ass. You liked that, didn't you Mary? My cock in your ass like that?"

Mary made a bit of a nodding motion while making a noise that was meant as an affirmation of that, glancing up at the politician who looked almost god-like with the bright moonlight making him glow.

"That was a first for me," Colin admitted. "Not being part of a triple penetration mind you, but being able to stick my cock all the way inside a woman's ass like that. Usually girls tend to shy away from that, or only let me put about half of it in. You took it all though, right down to the rather absurdly thick part at the base, didn't you?"

"You're playing with yourself as I speak, aren't you?" Colin said with a mixture of shock and amusement, as he realized Mary's hand was moving around down in the direction of her pussy.

Colin had assumed that the recent deterioration of her cock-sucking during the last few minutes was a result of her getting bored or tired, but was more a case of Mary multi-tasking.

Mary let out a squealing sound as she nodded, while concentrating on not biting his cock while she came, a mild orgasm compared to some of the bone-rattlers she had experienced earlier.

"You liked that, didn't you? Having all three of us in your holes?" Colin snapped while watching Mary eyes roll back in her head while she came, refusing to take his cock out of her mouth for even a second. "Stretching you out and filling all of your holes with our cum? You naughty girl you!" 

Mary's mouth spun up and down Colin's spear, her hand squeezing and twisting his balls as she furiously worked Colin over after her orgasm ebbed. Her mouth ached and the knees were sore as she struggled to try to get him off, while Colin looked out at the pond and enjoyed it all.

"Can't you cum for me, Mr. Heath?" Mary asked, coming up for air for a minute. "I want you to cum. I want to taste you again."

"I am going to cum," Colin said. "In just a minute, right after you do something for me."

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Chapter Seven: Something for Colin

"I really don't think I can do this," Mary whined.

"You can and you will," Colin said as he got on his back in the sand and positioned Mary above him.

"Now spread those lovely legs of yours for me. Part that thick bush of yours so I can see inside of you."

"I can't."

"A minute a ago you said would do anything for me."

"I will, it's just that - I can't do that and look at you at the same time."

"Then don't look at me. Just turn around for me then," Colin instructed. "Face the pond and squat down over my face."

Mary felt Colin's hands on her hips as he raised his head and licked her pussy vigorously.

"Think of the pond," Colin said. "Think about how much you had to drink. All that fluid inside of you. You know you have to go."

Mary looked out at the pond as Colin had instructed her to do, her eyes going down to where Colin now had his cock in his hand and was pumping it as hard as he could.

"Let it go Mary," Colin said. "I want it. Give it to me. Spray your hot piss all over me!"

Colin's free hand went up to Mary's side, and all it took was a little tickle near her ribs to start the flow. Once it started, Mary couldn't stop it, and what started as a few drops suddenly turned into a deluge.

She heard the spatter of her pee as it landed on Colin's neck and chest, and glanced down at the formerly distinguished looking orator as he let her spray his face with her golden fluids. Mary went back to looking straight ahead, intently watching Colin's cock sending jet after jet of his seed high into the air, landing all over his stomach and chest as Mary's stream turned into a trickle before stopping completely.

Colin raised his head so that he could bury his face in Mary's crotch, lapping at her dripping pussy like a hungry puppy until he finally fell back onto the sand.

"That wasn't so bad, was it Mary?" Colin asked as he struggled to his feet, his body drenched with all the fluids that had landed on him. "Obviously there can be no doubt as to how I felt about it."

"Guess not," Mary replied, looking at Colin as he walked into the pond up to his neck and dunked his head in the water before turning to rejoin Mary on the beach.

"I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship, don't you dear?" Colin suggested as he guided her back up the path to the cabin.

Mary nodded, and like everything else she had been exposed to over the part few months, what initially repelled her, gradually became something else. The feeling she enjoyed as she had squatted over Colin, and the power she seemed to have over him during that - the power was not something she was used to, and Mary discovered that it was not a bad feeling at all.

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Mary's Evolution: Book 06



If this is your first visit to Mary's Evolution, please note that I have tried to write this story so that you do NOT have to have read the previous books in the series in order to enjoy this, although I hope that you have. If you haven't, hopefully you will enjoy this enough to check out the earlier volumes.

This is the latest installment in the story of Mary, the chubby and shy girl who became a woman after being seduced by her best friend's father. That relationship took a strange turn when that man, Greg Mullin, decided to introduce Mary to a couple of his associates, in part to satisfy his own fantasies but also to try to quench the insatiable teen who has gone from virgin to what seemed to be a nymphomaniac over the space of a couple of months.

The experiment was a success as far as the sex went, but it also brought Mary into contact with a couple of other men who seemed very attracted to her. Her former teacher, Lloyd Anderson, was obviously infatuated with Mary, and despite her initial misgivings, had in the end given herself to him completely.

as for the other man...

Colin Heath had certainly made an impression on Mary. He had wooed her and may very well have won Mary's heart in the same way he had been doing the voters in his district for years. A toothy smile and a smooth delivery went a long way in the world of this suave politician, and a naive and still innocent girl like Mary stood little chance of resisting his charms.

Now Mary is torn between many lovers, because while Kevin is out of the picture there are many others still quite involved. Greg is worried, former teacher Lloyd is obsessed and horny, store proprietor Johanna is waiting, Brianna's boyfriend Jeff is curious, while Colin Heath, politician extraordinaire, is busy making plans.

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Chapter One: Report.

Out in the hallway of the Legislative Office Building, Colin Heath thanked the sleazy detective the only way that the weasel appreciated, with a wad of cash that he took and discretely stashed in his pocket without so much as a glance at how much was there. Before Colin had turned around, the detective was already on his way down the hall.

"Honesty and integrity really does count, apparently," Colin mumbled as he went into the private entrance of his office and sitting down with the thick manila envelope, mocking the slogan of his last election campaign.

"I'm not in," Colin said to the intercom, and opened the envelope and took out the contents, which consisted of reports and photos of the person the private dick had been trailing over the past few days, without knowing why Colin wanted the information.

MARY FRANCES KOUTUSIS was in bold type at the top of the first page, as well as a copy of her drivers license.

"Five foot tall," Colin said to himself. "Maybe, on her toes. 150 pounds? Not anymore. Closer to 130 maybe. Eyes brown, hair brown and turned 18 five months ago. So far so good."

The report told Colin a lot of things he neither wanted nor needed to know; who her dentist and gynecologist was, along with her church affiliation and other mundane things that at least proved that the scumbag detective was thorough and thus worth the money he got.

Colin didn't give a damn about her preferring Diet Coke over Diet Pepsi, and he shook his head when he saw that his Dick Tracy must have gone through the garbage to find out that Mary used Tampax Super tampons.

"At least he didn't include the evidence," Colin said to himself as he waded through the dossier.

Going to be salutatorian at her school too, Colin noted with a degree of interest, before heading into the juicier stuff in his report.

"Mary seems like a regular kid," the report read. "A little butterball who's a real brain at school. Big nose, thick eyebrows and the biggest jugs you've ever seen. Shy, and doesn't seem to have a lot of friends, but seems to hang out mostly with a little hottie named Brianna Mullin, whose old man is the Mullin of the insurance company of the same name, and whose mother is the Queen of real estate as well as the biggest slut in the city.

Back to Mary - she doesn't have a boyfriend - was going with a little twerp named Kevin Knickerbocker but she broke it off recently. I get the impression that old man Mullin might have a thing for her but that's just a hunch.

Mary might not have a boyfriend but that doesn't mean she's not busy. Followed her when she got picked up by the guy from Bryant Driving School, where she had been getting lessons apparently, and the guy took her to the drivers license road test. 

She passed, by the way, and after the test she must have been happy because she drove into this deserted parking lot and thanked the old coot in a special way (see photo). Look at the expression on the geezer's face. It took her forever to get him off, apparently, and the way he's staring at the ceiling of the car made me think he was dead or something."

"Mary, Mary," Colin muttered as he looked at the 2 photos; one a crystal clear shot of Mary behind the wheel of the driving school car with a guy that looked like Grandpa Simpson riding shotgun, and the other a shot taken from a distance, showing Mary kneeling on the driver's seat while her head was buried in the old guy's lap, his seat reclined a bit and him staring up with his mouth open, looking very happy indeed.

Going back to the written report, Colin shifted his genitals around in his trousers, with the sight of Mary going down on that guy bringing back memories of a stimulating nature.

"Mary went to this club with her friend Brianna and her boyfriend, a doofus named Jeff Kirk who has an bunch of outstanding traffic tickets. Mary went alone but seemed to be quite popular once she got there. I can see why - check out the rack on her!"

The photo showed Mary dancing, her tits flying around while a guy dancing with somebody else stared at her jugs.

"Can't blame you for that, pal," Colin admitted before returning to the report.

"Mary apparently liked the band, or at least the guy that played bass. Tall skinny dude who hit on her during a break between sets. As you can see, Mary is very open minded. An Equal Opportunity Cocksucker, you might say (see photos). 

The one photo showed Mary pinned against the wall of what might have been a room backstage at the club, with this black dude practically lifting her off of her feet, his hand up her skirt while fingering her.

The other photo was of Mary on her knees, preparing to give the guy one of her patented blow jobs while the guy leaned back against the wall with a joint in his mouth too, although his was the herbal kind.

"I thought all you homeboys had big ones," Colin asked the photo while looking at the normal sized ebony dick Mary's mouth was about to gobble up when the photo was taken. "No wonder Mary doesn't look too happy."

"Her friend Brianna interrupted this scene, believe it or not, and eventually Mary left the club with her two friends. They went out to the guy's van, and just like the saying goes, the van was rocking so I didn't bother knocking. Took a photo of Mary, but as you can see, she was in the front seat, just watching her friends fuck I assume.

The girls got dropped off at Mullin's house, and they went upstairs. I think they slept in the same room, but there's twin beds. Got a picture of the two of them undressing before they killed the light and ruined my fun.

Check out the little blonde - I would do her any time. Mary - that's one hell of a set of tits she's got on her, but somebody should buy that girl a razor! Check out the jungle between her legs (see photo!), and those pits look like she's got Don King in a headlock!"

"Very amusing, asshole," Colin whispered as he looked at the picture of Mary either taking off or putting on a top, her enormous tits swaying as she lifted her arms with her garment obscuring her face. 

The guy did have a point, though, and Colin decided that the armpit hair would have to go. The bush definitely has to stay, as that made a nice pillow for a guy's face. Shape those eyebrows a little bit. Maybe contact lenses too, although there was something about those big specs that made her look a little innocent when you had your dick in her mouth.

"All in all" the report concluded, "she seems alright. No real security risk I could see, and she is smart. Would probably make a dandy intern, especially with her oral skills heh-heh."

"And here's a little extra for you. No charge. I was trying to get a picture of Mary at her own house, but got this instead (see photo). Wrong bedroom. It's her old man, Gerald Koutusis. We did a report on him a few years ago - construction company - he's clean. Check out the photo though. He's a freaking tripod. That thing should have wheels on it."

Colin winced when he saw the photo of an unaware Gerald Koutusis in his bedroom naked. The guy was hung like a damn horse though, no doubt about that, Colin admitted as he took a last glance at the photo before sending it through the shredder.

The other stuff he would keep, locked safely away at the cabin along with the film of that evening. Insurance for the future, Colin reasoned as he got ready to back to his real job of serving the good people who had elected him.

*** 

Chapter Two: Mary's on the road.

Mary was still euphoric as she jumped out of the driving instructor's car and ran into the house after returning from her road test, which she had passed with flying colors. Yelling the news as she ran up the stairs, she was expecting to find her mother in the kitchen, but she was apparently out shopping.

Daddy was home, however, having stopped to pick up some papers he had left behind that morning, and the two of them were startled to see each other as Mary flew into the kitchen with the news.

"I passed! I passed I passed!" screamed Mary, who was jumping up and down with unrestrained glee, joy that drew a chuckle out of Gerald Koutusis at first. "I got my license Daddy!"

"Great, baby!" Gerald said supportively, but his smile soon turned to a look of confusion as he saw Mary and the way she was dressed, and after his initial shock wore off only one thought went through his mind. Who was this girl?

The girl in the tight yellow short-sleeved blouse with the scoop neck bore no resemblance to his baby, his little girl who was his pride and joy. Where was the solemn and reserved studious girl who was always so modest? Not that the outfit she was wearing was all that revealing by today's standards, but that blouse was so tight that it left little to the imagination.

Mary had lost weight as well, Gerald noticed in the few seconds it took for these thoughts to race through his mind. Those few seconds were as long as it took for Mary to realize that the windbreaker she had worn over her blouse had been left back in the driver instructor's car. She had taken it off so he could play with her tits easier while she went down on him in gratitude for his help in passing the test.

"Mom out?" Mary said, spinning around out of the room and down the hall to escape her father's baffled stare.

"Uh, yeah. I guess so," Gerald said to Mary, who was already halfway to her room, and as he leaned back against the counter for a brief second before departing, he tried but couldn't get the sight of Mary from his mind.

Her mother needed to have a talk with her, Gerald concluded, grabbing his papers and heading out the door. It wouldn't do to have his only daughter running around looking like that in public, that much was certain. Not with all the sickos out there today. 

Back in her room, Mary called Brianna to tell her the good news, and then relaxed on the bed for a while. Her jaws ached from giving that driving instructor Mr. Trent head for what seemed like forever. It had taken him forever to get hard despite her best efforts, and he never actually got an real erection, although he did manage to cum after she had sucked on his dick for about 20 minutes.

"72 years old," Mary mumbled to the ceiling. "My oldest man yet."

It had seemed like a good idea at the time, Mary recalled. She had worn a tight fitting top to her road test, at Brianna's suggestion, and it had gotten noticed by the guy giving her the exam, even distracting him enough for him not to notice when she was late changing lanes to make a left turn.

As for the old guy, he seemed like a nice guy, and after he had helped her pass the test Mary felt like thanking him in a special way. After all, he had been staring at her as well, and that really did something to Mary when guys did that.

***

Chapter Three: More congratulations.

"Hello?"

"Mary?"

"Speaking," Mary replied, not recognizing the phone number displayed, although the voice was vaguely familiar. "Who is this?"

"This is Colin," the deep voice answered. "From last weekend? I hope you remember me."

"Remember you?" Mary sputtered. "Uh - of course I do. How did you get my number?"

"I have my ways. Hope you aren't upset."

"Uh no - gee no," Mary said, her heart racing as she thought about the stunningly handsome man that she had been thinking about quite often, even spending a morning Googling him to find out all she could about him. "Flattered is more like it."

"Glad to hear that," Colin said. "I just wanted to congratulate you on getting your license."

"Thanks," Mary replied quickly before thinking. "Uh - how did you know that?"

"Like I said, I have my ways," Colin reminded her. "Anyway, there was another reason for my calling. I was wondering if you would like to get together again this weekend."

"With you?" Mary said excitedly.

"With me," Colin answered calmly, enjoying the Mary had chomped at the bait. "And with a couple of my friends."

"Like last time?" Mary asked, a bit disappointed at not having a chance to be alone with Colin.

"Sort of. There will be Lloyd again," Colin informed her. "Wouldn't be a party without him."

Or his comic relief, Colin thought. Not only was it good to have someone there that would make him look even better by comparison, but what he had planned would probably break Lloyd's heart as well.

"Who else?" Mary asked. "Besides Lloyd and Greg?"

"I have another person in mind," Colin said. "Someone I've been told you will enjoy being with. As for Greg, why don't we leave him out of the equation for now?"

"No Greg?" Mary said softly. "But..."

"I thought the fellow seemed a bit down last time - maybe from watching other people enjoying you so much."

"I don't know."

"It's not like you belong to him," Colin said. "You don't think he's going to marry you or anything, do you?"

"Well," Mary said, suddenly realizing that she probably had no future with Greg, at least not like that. "It's just that - I dunno."

"Then it's settled," Colin informed her. "Friday night, I'll send a car by your place to pick you up. Seven o'clock sharp. Alright? Good. I'm looking forward to it."

The call ended, and Mary stared at the phone for a minute before clicking it closed.

***

Chapter Four: Mary follows.

"What's the matter, Bree?" Greg asked after noticing his daughter pouting around the house Friday morning.

"Mary," Brianna pouted. "She just cancelled out on me for Friday night. We were supposed to go out with us - me and Jeff - and I was going to set her up with this cool guy."

"Not coming over?" Greg asked in as calm a voice as he could manage, trying not to sound as upset as he was.

"Yeah. She's been acting weird lately."

"How so?" Greg asked.

"I dunno. She's lost weight, and all of a sudden guys are making runs at her all the time. Scum bags too, like this guy in the band at the club last week. The guy's a dope dealer and a real dirt bag, and she goes and... well, I got her away from him, but it's like she's not using her head. She's acting - I don't know."

Acting a lot like you, Greg thought to himself.

"You think she's doing drugs?"

"No, it's just that - I'm just hurt and mad she isn't coming over."

Not as mad as I am, Greg thought as he made up an excuse to get out of the room to call Mary.

"Had a change of plans," Mary told Greg after he called.

"Plans that include me?" Greg asked. "If you want, we can go to the motel again and we can try to destroy another bed."

"Sounds like fun, but I can't," Mary said. "I'll be going out with Bree Saturday night, so after we get back to your place we can have fun."

"Yeah."

"Don't sound so excited," Mary answered.

"Well, I was hoping we could get together Friday too," Greg replied. "Brianna was looking forward to hooking you up with a guy she thought you would like."

"She'll get over it," Mary responded. "She's done it to me plenty of times in the past.

Funny how things seems to be changing, Mary thought as she tried to wrap up the conversation with Greg, as he was sounding whiny. She also didn't like the idea of lying to Greg about what she was doing, and dodged the question about what she was really doing Friday night.

Telling him that she was going to the cabin again, only without him, would not help the situation. Colin specifically said that he didn't want him there this time, and it was his cabin so it was his call.

Neat the way that everybody seemed to bow to Colin's wishes, almost as if the sea parted when he walked into it, Mary mused while sitting at her computer and bringing up her secret background images.

On the phone, Greg was still mentally jousting with her, and as Mary fended him off again she quickly changed the image from her old favorite - the one of Greg naked in the computer room - to her new fave.

"Too bad he's not naked," Mary mumbled as she looked at the image of Colin Heath she had pinched from the Internet, shaking hands with a supporter, his silver hair a bit longer then than it was now, but the same slightly weathered but undeniably ruggedly handsome face.

And under that blue suit - the trim and smooth body that could easily belong to a man twenty years younger than his fifty years. Between his legs, that long and sleek spear of a cock was probably tucked along the inside leg of his boxers. 

"Too bad who isn't naked?"

The voice on the phone brought Mary back to reality, as she realized that she had been talking while mentally undressing Colin.

"What? Oh, I said I can't wait to get you naked," Mary managed to say. "I gotta go. See you Saturday night. Love ya!"

"Yeah," Greg said in response, only the connection had been broken.

Something was up. Greg could sense it, and he was determined to find out what it was.

***

Chapter Five: Another call.

Mary was surprised by the call she got later, from her old teacher Lloyd Anderson, who asked her if she would like to meet him for a drink after their school days had ended. 

"I can't drink," Mary reminded Lloyd.

"Oh yeah," Lloyd answered. "Keep forgetting. You're so very... mature looking."

"I guess we're going to be getting together tomorrow night," Mary said.

"Can't wait," Lloyd said. "That's uh - tomorrow. I was hoping to see you before that."

"Really?" Mary asked, sensing what her old teacher must look like as he struggled for words.

Probably nervously pushing his glasses back up his nose as they slid down his sweaty bridge, Mary figured. His dick was probably hard too. It always seemed to be, and while it wasn't big, it was big enough, and his enthusiasm more than made up for any shortcomings.

"Yes," Lloyd said. " I mean, tomorrow will be great, but I was hoping to see you before then too. You know, just you and me."

Tomorrow, Mary would be a different woman, Lloyd thought. Changed, and while she would still be very erotic looking, she wouldn't be the same, and he longed to see her one more time before they changed her.

"I could stop by your house," Mary said coyly.

"Uh, that wouldn't be a good idea."




Mary's Evolution: Book 06



"Your wife - she used to be the leader of my Brownie Troop," Mary said. "I wonder if she would remember me?"

"I'm sure she would," Lloyd said nervously, and the thought of how he would act if Mary ever ended up in the same room with his wife - even more nervous and twitchy than he was now - would be certain disaster.

"If you want, I could stop by the junior high after school," Mary suggested. "Are you still in the same room?"

"YES!" Lloyd yelled into the phone, and then looked around the teacher's lounge in embarassment when he realized how loud he had been.

"I mean, that would be great," Lloyd said in a softer voice. "My last class lets out at..."

"3:10," Mary said, finishing his sentence for him. "I'll see you then."

After hanging up, Mary went over to her closet and looked for things that Mr. Anderson would like seeing her in. The choices were simple, and as Mary grabbed the clothes and set them out on her bed, she felt the warm feeling begin to stir inside of her.

***

Chapter Six: Like old times.

Lloyd smiled at the last stragglers as they took their sweet time leaving the classroom, and when they finally departed, he jumped up and ran to the door with a roll of tape and a long rectangular picture that he had meticulously measured earlier.

Putting it in place over the narrow window, Lloyd had just begun taping it in place when Mary appeared in the doorway.

"Hi, Mr. Anderson," Mary said in a chipper voice. "Whatcha doing?"

"Uh, hi!" Lloyd said, pushing his glasses back up as he fumbled with the tape. "Just putting this picture back up."

"Longfellow?"

"Correct," Lloyd replied as he managed to secure the picture. "You're still an A student in this class. Come on in."

Lloyd stepped aside so Mary could enter, giving her a quick visual inspection as she entered. She had on a canary yellow windbreaker that was big on her, depriving him of a peek at her goodies, and a white skirt that was surprisingly brief.

As Mary walked toward the windows, Lloyd got a good look at Mary's legs, which were short but surprisingly shapely despite them being a little fleshy. Her calves were nice and full, and her thighs were lush as well. In the bright sunlight that streamed through the blinds, Lloyd's keen eye caught the faint trace of a light down on the back of those full, firm thighs.

"Seems like old times," Mary said as she went to the window and adjusted the blinds, killing a good deal of the sunlight while blocking the view out, and in.

"Too dark?" Mary asked with an impish grin, and Lloyd shook his head no.

"You know, everything looks smaller now to me," Mary said as she walked around the back of the class before heading up to the teacher's desk at the front of the room, where Lloyd Anderson stood as he often had, leaning back against the desk with his hands on the edge.

"And this was my desk," Mary continued, running her hands along the back edge of the chair. "Remember?"

"Of course."

"You never had anything covering up the glass of the door back then," Mary said as she nodded toward the door. "That's a good idea. That way you don't get distracted by kids going by and making faces and stuff."

"I guess," Lloyd said, knowing full well that the rules forbid covering up that window, for obvious reasons, and there had never been anything up there before a couple of minutes ago.

"Wow!" Mary said. "You're really sweating, Mr. Anderson."

Lloyd looked down at his powder blue shirt, which had gigantic sweat stains under the arms and around his neck, and judging by the way it felt, the back was probably saturated with perspiration as well.

"Uh, you can call me Lloyd," Mr. Anderson said, his mouth as dry as could be, and as a concession to the heat he undid the top of button of his shirt and loosened his tie. "Especially after we did - you know."

"I'll call you Lloyd tomorrow night," Mary cooed. "In this classroom, I feel better calling you Mr. Anderson. Mind if I take this off? Looking at you sweating is making me warm myself."

The room was perfectly comfortable, but Mary was anxious to get the windbreaker off in order to show off her newest clothing purchase. Nothing out of the ordinary for most people, but for Mary it was a definite change.

Lloyd stared intently at Mary as she unzipped the windbreaker, hoping that she was wearing something revealing underneath, although that would be out of character, but not even in Lloyd's wildest dreams was he expecting to see what Mary was wearing.

Mary's hands were trembling as she took the windbreaker off and set it on the desk beside her. It wasn't because she was cold, but it was because she had never worn anything so skimpy in public before. Even though Mr. Anderson had already seen everything she had with no clothing, Mary still felt shy about flaunting herself like this.

"Oh," Lloyd said, or grunted as Mary stood there facing him. Whatever the word or the sound that came out of his mouth, Lloyd suspected that Mary could tell what he meant, because he had the edge of his desk in a death grip as he gaped open-nouthed at his former student.

The white tanktop that Mary had bought was a little snug and very revealing, and since there was no way to wear anything underneath it, the soft cotton left little to the imagination. Mary's huge breasts strained against the fabric, and as she saw Mr. Anderson's reaction, she felt her nipples blossom to their fullest.

"Like this?" Mary asked, straightening her posture to make her nipples press further into the blouse.

"Beautiful," Lloyd moaned, his eyes burning from the sweat that was pouring down his face, and even though he took his glasses off to wipe his eyes and brow, his gaze remained steady even if his stance did not.

"Hate to have anybody else see me like this," Mary mentioned. "Is that door locked?"

Lloyd nodded, the brisk movement of his head causing sweat to fly around him, but he didn't care, as his hands had to go back to the edge of the desk to keep himself from falling over.

"That's good. Mind if I sit down?" Mary said, and slid behind the desk without waiting for an answer.

Lloyd watched Mary squeeze into the chair, having to adjust the drop-down panel that served as a writing platform because of the size of her tits, and when she sat down Lloyd could swear he saw a flash of something very dark under her skirt. No panties, Lloyd wondered?

"Just like old times," Mary said with a smile. "Looks just the same to me now."

"Not... not to me," Lloyd said, his cock so stiff that he was afraid to move, and when he looked down he saw a little wet spot on the front of his tan slacks. "You've changed."

"You think?" Mary asked, wiggling aound to try and get comfortable in the cramped seat, and as she moved, her breasts thrust further out.

"You never wore anything like that back in 9th grade," Lloyd said, and as he looked up at Mary's eyes he saw her eyes had been drawn to the front of his pants, where the stain had probably gotten worse.

"Good thing, I guess," Mary said, biting her lower lip. "If I did I would have learned a whole lot of different stuff though."

"I don't - don't mess around with kids," Lloyd said. "Not ever."

"I know you don't," Mary agreed, because while there were stories about a few of the teachers, Mr. Anderson was never among those mentioned. "That's a good thing."

"But now I'm not a kid any more, am I Mr. Anderson?" Mary asked.

"No," Lloyd said. "Definitely not."

"Remember how I always used to try and answer every question?" Mary recalled. "You didn't call on me much though."

"You knew all the correct answers," Lloyd said. "I had to get everybody else involved."

"I know, but that didn't stop me from jumping to attention every time you would call on us," Mary recounted. "You would ask a question, and there I'd be, waving my hand like this."

Lloyd made a couple of sounds that didn't sound human, the first coming when Mary raised her hand just like she used to, the only difference being that Mary wasn't a dumpy girl wearing a sweatshirt or a bulky sweater any longer.

This Mary was a voluputous young woman wearing an incredibly revealing white tanktop, and as the hand waved in the air, the cotton pulled tight against Mary's enormous breasts, making the fat nipples threaten to explode right through the fabric.

But what drove Lloyd over the edge was the sight of Mary's gloriously unshaven armpit, fully exposed to Lloyd's unabashed gawking. The dark brown hair, so luxuriously thick and dense, sprang out of the gentle hollow in an tantilizingly slow manner that seemed like a flower blooming in time-lapse photgraphy.

The second sound Lloyd made was one that was more guttural - more tortured - and it occured just after an innocent shift as he leaned against the desk. As he moved, his boxers moved ever so slightly against his throbbing erection, and once it happened Lloyd was helpless to stop it.

"Mr. Anderson?" 

Lloyd heard Mary's voice, but it sounded miles away, and all he could do was stare at the girl while his cock erupted in his pants.

"You're cumming, aren't you?" he heard Mary ask, but Lloyd was incapable of making any coherant words, and held onto the desk helplessly as the force of his orgasm made him bend forward a little, the waves of pleasure so intense that it was all he could do to stay upright until they faded.

"Awesome," Mary whispered. "You never even touched yourself."

Lloyd felt so ashamed of himself that he couldn't look Mary in the eye, and instead looked at the floor where drops of his perspiration rained down on the tile floor. His shirt was so drenched that it was almost translucent, and as for the stain that covered the entire front of his pants, words could not express his shame.

"Sorry," Lloyd mumbled as he stood up on shaky legs and went around the desk where he stood behind his chair, as if that could hide the mess his orgasm had made, muttering, "So embarassed."

"Embarrased?" Mary asked. "Don't be. I'm not used to being looked at like that, and I love it. See?"

Mary reached down under her skirt, and after a second or two, pulled her hand back out and held it up, exhibiting a couple of fingers that were glistening with moisture.

"I almost came too," Mary said. "You looked so hot when you came. Too bad it wasn't in my pussy. That's where I wanted it. You going to give it to me tomorrow night?"

"Yes. Hope to at least," Lloyd said, the sobering thought of what was going to happen to Mary the next night going through his mind. "Wish I was well hung like Colin, or your Greg."

"What difference does that make?"

"It's not as good for you," Lloyd explained as he glanced toward the door, where the sound of voices and footsteps got closer before they passed by. "Mine is so small, especially compared to theirs."

"Yours isn't small," Mary said. "It's fine, and I love the way it's always so hard. Greg says he thinks you take Viagra."

"I don't," Lloyd said. "It's just that I'm perpetually horny."

"Works for me," Mary said, and got out of her seat and stood beside her desk. "Speaking of which, will it work for me?"

"Tomorrow night?" Lloyd asked.

"Now," Mary said. "Here. Can you get it up for me?"

"I don't know."

"Did you ever fuck anybody on that desk?" Mary asked.

"No."

"Maybe this would be a good time to break it in. Drop your pants for me."

Wordlessly, Lloyd let his soiled pants drop to the floor, the sound of change tinkling as coins rolled out of his pocket. His boxer shorts were a mess, where a prodigous load of his sticky cum was housed. When the boxers came off, Lloyd struggled to pull his modest stem from out of the semen-encrusted swirl of pubic hair, finally freeing the limp noodle and pulling on it hard and slow.

"Want me to suck on it for you?" Mary offered. "Will that get you hard faster? Me sucking on your dick?"

"No," Lloyd said. "Can I just - you know?"

"Look at me?" Mary asked. "I would love that. How about if I do this?"

Mary's hands came up to her breasts, and as she cupped the massive globes through the tank-top, Lloyd nodded excitedly while pulling on his dick faster.

Smiling, Mary's hands left her breasts, and in an agonizingly slow fashion, gradually lifted her arms until they were high over her head, and as she locked her hands behind her neck Mary asked Lloyd if he liked that pose.

"Thought so," Mary said after getting Lloyd's enthusiastic nod of approval, and then she glanced over at her armpit. "Oh! Guess I'm getting a little sweaty too. Here, is this better for you?"

Mary took her left hand and ran it through the thick tuft of hair under her right arm, which had become a bit damp and matted, and after raking her nails through the thicket, the hairs sprayed back up to the inside of her bicep and down to the bottom of her underarm.

"After Greg told me to stop shaving my underarms, I googled armpit hair," Mary said as she did this same thing to her other armpit, chuckling as she watched Lloyd dick getting hard once again. "I saw these websites that have girls with hairy armpits. Do you know about them?"

"Of course you do," Mary said with a smile. "There's Pam Winter, and that Rodney Moore has a bunch of movies about girls with hairy armpits too. You ever see them?"

"Yes," Lloyd responded, slowing down the stroking of his member as he enjoyed Mary teasing him like this.

"I saw one picture of this one girl who was doing this. Does this turn you on?" Mary asked before craning her head over to the side and letting her tongue slide over the moist hairs.

"Omigod," Lloyd groaned as he watched Mary do the same on the other side.

"Felt better when you did it to me up at the cabin," Mary told him. "Loved the way your tongue worked."

"Geez," Lloyd exhaled loudly, his cock now fully erect and pointing up in the direction of Mary's face.

"Maybe I could be in a movie," Mary suggested. "I don't know though. None of those girls on the website seemed to be as hairy as me. Is that a bad thing? Being this hairy, I mean?"

"No," Lloyd croaked, feeling his dick getting harder with every word Mary spoke.

"You know, I wasn't too crazy about the hair at first," Mary opined as she surveyed the foliage. "But seeing the effect it has on some guys, maybe I'll keep it. What say you, Mr. Anderson?"

"I want you," Lloyd said, taking a step toward Mary, but she motioned him back.

"I want your cock really hard first," Mary said, and even though they both could see that he was indeed as hard as blue steel, and despite Lloyd protesting, he stepped back.

"Don't," Lloyd said when he saw Mary take her glasses off and set them on the desk.

"Like the glasses?" Mary asked. "Not worry, I'll put them back on, but I thought you might want me to take this off first."

Crossing her hands in front of herself, Mary grabbed the bottom of her tank top and pulled it up, stetching it way out to get it over her breasts and then pulling it up over her head, setting her massive tits free from their confinement.

Mary ran her hands over her breasts, spreading the dampness from under her tit-flesh all over her breasts before putting her glasses back on, and took the bottom of her short skirt in her hands.

"Didn't wear panties," Mary said as she slowly lifted the garment to expose the wild, untrimmed triangle of dark brown hair that surrounded her womanhood. "You noticed that, didn't you?"

"Yes."

"Don't really have the legs for something this short, but..."

"You're gorgeous," Lloyd interrupted. "I have to have you."

"On the desk?" Mary asked, running her fingers through the dense jungle that was dripping around the opening. "Please?"

Lloyd made a couple of short steps toward the desk, and with a swipe of his arm sent the folders and books onto the floor, pens and other items flying into the air, before grabbing Mary and tossing her onto her back on the desk.

Pulling the skirt up to Mary's waist, Lloyd lifted Mary's legs and slammed himself between her soft white thighs, impaling her perfectly with his cock. Mary howled as his stiff dick found her opening right away.

"Fuck me Mr. Anderson," Mary insisted as she wrapped her legs around him. "Don't be nice about it either."

From then on, for the next few minutes, the scene was one of total mayhem. Lloyd Anderson pounded his dick into Mary's wet pussy with a savageness that shocked them both, slamming into Mary with such force that the heavy oak desk started to inch over the floor tiles with each thrust.

Mary looked at her old teacher in a whole new way, turned on by the lust of her former mentor whose face was strained and beet red, the veins and tendons on his face and neck taut and pulsating while his tie flopped around with every movement. She came almost immediately, and she came again shortly before Lloyd finally did, just as the desk was making one last lurch before it hit the blackboard with a loud thud. 

As Lloyd groaned like the animal he felt like, he ejaculated deep inside of Mary, sending what felt like a gallon of his seed deep inside of her before collapsing on top of the girl.

"That was so fucking good," Mary gasped as she held Lloyd's head close to her. "So good."

Lloyd murmured his affirmation while he kept his face buried under Mary's arm, kissing the salty matted fur for what might be the last time. Finally, he pulled himself off of Mary and helped her to her feet before they both got themselves together as best they could, and after they got dressed they both walked to the door together.

"Oops," Mary said, turning the knob and finding the door had been unlocked all along. "That would have been embarrassing." 

Lloyd shook his head at his stupidity while bidding Mary good night before walking briskly to his car with his briefcase strategically held in front of his crotch, thankfully not running into any fellow teachers enroute, and only when he had safely jumped into the car did he start breathing normally again. 

***

thanks for reading - comments are welcomed. 



Mary's Evolution: Book 07



For those new to this saga, I hope that each entry can be enjoyed separately, but if you enjoy this perhaps you will consider investigating the earlier stories as well as catching the others as they come. 

Mary's Evolution continues...

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Chapter One: Hair today, gone tomorrow.

Colin Heath sunk lower into the plush couch as the television flickered to life, and used the remote to activate the tape that had hopefully captured the action that had taken place the previous weekend in the bedroom of the cabin.

No other use for a television this far up in the mountains, Colin mused as he fumbled with the remote control in an effort to roll the tape. No television stations nearby, and the remote location of the cabin and the terrain around it made dish reception so poor that it wasn't worth bothering with.

So Colin's only entertainment up here were DVDs and the film that resulted from the action he was part of. It had been a good investment, Colin reasoned, having those light and motion activated cameras installed, even if he did have to have one put in the living room as well so as not to have the guy installing them think he was a weirdo who was just interested in filming his bedroom antics.

Not only did the camera in the bedroom provide evidence should one of these women decide to play victim afterward and say they were forced into doing things, but it was also fun to watch himself in action, not to mention being able to catch what he might have missed amidst the excitement of the moment.

There was Mary entering the bedroom, a little tipsy perhaps, but more scared than anything else. The look on her face as they undressed her was priceless, especially the look as her bra lurched off of her. Mary, looking like she feared the men wouldn't like what they saw, and the rest of them, himself included, gazing in wide-eyed wonder as those massive jugs burst out of that harness. 

Seeing those big beauties lurch out of their confinement was a sight that he would likely never tire of seeing, Colin reasoned. Little Lloyd had swooped down on those tits like he had never seen a breast before, although to be fair he didn't look much different himself, and the way the two of them sucked on those plump nipples of hers seemed to even surprise Mary.

"Too bad there weren't more cameras," Colin mumbled to himself as the action continued on the screen. The picture itself was clear, but being stuck with that one angle was frustrating at times. 

Colin's hand slid down between his legs, and as he began gently tugging on his flaccid cock, he had to remind himself to save his energy, because when Mary got up here with the others he was going to need it.

The look on Mary's face when she first saw his cock was priceless. She was hypnotized by the thing, as were many of the women who had come into contact with it, and Colin shook his head when he recalled how embarrassed he was at the odd shape of his phallus when growing up.

"They all love it now, don't they Mary?" Colin said to the young woman on the screen, who was busy gobbling up every inch of it.

It was amazing to witness the unquenchable desire for sex that Mary had, Colin thought. She sucked cock like no other woman he had ever experienced, and that was saying something when he considered how many mouths his trusty weapon had been in over the years.

Even guys were intimidated by it, Colin noticed with satisfaction, as he saw the look Lloyd gave to Mary's full lips sliding right down to his pubes, swallowing the 7 or so inches like it was a cocktail frank. And there was Mullin - poor Mullin. The "you ran over my puppy" look on his face certainly told the story of how he was feeling while Mary forced his spear down her throat like she was on a carnival midway. Dumb ass Mullin had brought his fantasy girl to show her off in front of others, and he was now well on the way to losing her.

"May the better man win," Colin announced to the room. "The better cock too - that's it Mary - take it all."

The pudgy girl on the TV was about to feel the wrath of Heath, as he liked to call it, riding cowgirl on her soon-to-be ex-boyfriend Mullin while expecting to feel his cock slipping into that plump ass of hers.

"Surprise!" Colin cackled as he watched himself ease Mary forward while he deftly rammed his cock right into that hairy pussy already occupied by Mullin, and there was the shock on Greg Mullin's face when he realized that his cock had company.

Too bad Mullin popped his nut, Colin said with sadness. The minute he had felt Colin's cock rubbing up against his, he had lost it. Who knows? It didn't do anything for him, but some guys probably get off on that sort of thing.

"Didn't bother me any," Colin mumbled as he watched the defeated look on Mullin's face as he was forced to have Mary keep hanging over him while Colin kept pounding away on his girl, finally forcing Mullin's spent dick out of her.

The hair was definitely going to have to go, Colin decided while watching Lloyd rub his pecker under Mary's arm before leaving a load of his cum in the thick jungle.

It had been different to see a woman like that, but Colin thought Mary would look better without it. After all, it wasn't like it was a little wisp of fur she had growing under there.

Shaving those armpits of Mary's would crush poor little Lloyd, Colin thought with glee, especially if he had to watch it happen. Even more so if Colin made Lloyd do the shaving. It would also cement his dominance over Mullin regarding Mary. Mullin tells her to do something and she does it for months, and then with a snap of the fingers it gets undone by the master.

"Heath, you've still got it!" he proclaimed while turning off the set before he ended up jerking off to completion. Too bad there wasn't a camera down by the pond though, he mused. Now THAT scene would have been really worth capturing and replaying time and time again.

***

Chapter Two: Pickup. 

Mary was glad that she had been waiting out in front of her house when the car came to pick her up as promised, because the sight of the white limo would have been tough to explain around the Koutusis household, especially since she had told her folks that she was going to be staying over at Brianna's house overnight.

The limo driver seem a bit shocked when he saw that Mary had already hopped into the back seat as he was just emerging from behind the wheel to go around and open the door for Mary. Mary apologized to the guy, explaining that she wasn't used to riding in limos, but the smooth looking black dude didn't seem to mind as he was was busy looking at Mary as she peeled off her windbreaker while in the back seat.

What got the guy's attention was her top, which was a mint yellow convertible halter she had gotten at Victoria's Secret earlier in the day. To actually be able to buy something in that store was a thrill for Mary, and even though the top was a bit snug on her, she had bought it anyway.

"Tight in all the right places," Mary had noticed while in the fitting room staring at her reflection in the mirror.

There were spaghetti straps that went from the front bodice, around her neck to the back, and that was all that was holding the flimsy garment up. In theory the straps were optional, but when Mary had tried it without the support around her neck her boobs forced the whole thing way down. Her breasts threatened to burst out of their confinement as it was, and the snug fit provided by the straps pinned the fabric to her breasts, separating them as well as accentuating them.

This top would really catch the eye of other people, Mary thought to herself before ducking out to the store to look at her reflection in the full-length mirrors that allowed her to look at herself from different angles. The provocative blouse made her breasts look like torpedoes and left nothing to the imagination. 

Mary had begun to realize that after years of trying to avoid being looked at closely by others, now she not only welcomed the stares of guys, she encouraged it, and it wasn't just the male attention she found herself craving either. 

While Mary had preened in front of the mirror, she glanced over at a guy not much older than herself, strolling through the store with his ultra-hot girlfriend, and as the hottie was holding things up for her approval he was nodding. While he was nodding, he wasn't paying the slightest bit of attention to his girlfriend. His eyes were focused on Mary while she turned to check her reflection out in the mirror.

What a difference a few months had made, Mary thought to herself while her nipples had blossomed to their fullest under the dude's stare. She was now the girl that other people looked at, and Mary cursed herself for wasting so much of her life. All it had taken was the shedding of some weight, along with the attention of a man to inspire her, and while the pounds disappeared her confidence level skyrocketed.

She was no supermodel - not even close and she knew that she never would be - but Mary found that there were a lot of guys who were really into girls that looked like her, and it only made sense to let the world see what she had to offer instead of hiding it under wraps.

The limo made great time in getting up to the cabin, and when it pulled up to the front of the rustic lodging, Mary waited for the driver to get out and open her door for her, even extending his hand for her to assist her, and his eyes never strayed from her chest for a second.

Mary tied her windbreaker around her waist and headed up the steps of the porch as the limo driver watched from beside the car, his eyes now focused on Mary's ass as it wiggled on the way. Letting out a faint whistle, the driver got back behind the wheel and headed back out of the driveway, rearranging himself in his pants as it had gotten a bit crowded in there.

***

Chapter Three: Old friends.

Colin Heath greeted Mary warmly as he let her inside, shaking his head as he saw Mary's clothing while closing and locking the door behind her.

"That top is so..." Colin growled suggestively into Mary's ear as he slipped his arm around her waist and led her over to the bar in the corner of the room, where Lloyd stood nursing a drink and looking much more restrained than he had the day before back in their old classroom.

"Mmm," Mary said as she got near the bar, her nose scrunching up. "I smell something familiar."

"Can't be you," Mary giggled as she gave Lloyd a kiss on the cheek, and her old teacher gave her a weak, nervous smile in response.

"Your other friend will be right out," Colin informed Mary as he handed her a drink. "Vodka and tonic, wasn't it?"

"Yes, sweet of you for remembering," Mary said. "Other friend? Sounds ominous."

"I don't think you'll be disappointed when you see her," Colin said.

"Her?" Mary asked as the strong drink made her throat tingle. "That explains the scent. Smells like..."

Mary was interrupted by the sound of a door opening behind her. The bathroom door to be precise, and the woman that emerged from there was indeed familiar to Mary.

"Johanna," Mary said softly as the woman walked over to them.

The proprietor of the woman's undergarment shop looked much different that she had in the store that evening when she had fitted Mary for the brassieres. Johanna had looked a little mannish then with her short, swept back silver grey hair, but she had dressed in a very feminine manner that night.

Tonight, Johanna was dressed in an androgynous fashion with black slacks and a pleated white shirt with a black bow tie. Her cheekbones were more pronounced with the make-up she was wearing, the way she walked was more strident, and even the way she stared at her was different. There was no coy flirting now, just an older woman looking at her like a vulture sizing up road kill, and as Johanna came to Mary's side she reached her hand out.

"Soft," Johanna said as her fingers touched the fabric which just happened to be covering her right nipple. "Nothing underneath, I see. I mean, there's obviously quite a lot underneath, but don't tell me you don't like the brassieres I fitted you for?"

"No, they're great," Mary said. "It's just that - with this top - I didn't think it would look right, even the strapless one, you know?"

"I was hoping you'd call," Johanna said softly, moving her hand from Mary's breast and letting her fingers graze over the down on Mary's forearm. "I thought we had made a connection that night."

"I wasn't sure if I should," Mary said in a quivering voice, her skin suddenly awash with goosebumps as the tiny hairs stood up straight as Johanna's fingers went up and down her arm. "Greg..."

"Who?" Johanna said, cutting Mary off. "There is no Greg. Forget about him."

"I'm still kind of..."

"There's no Greg," Johanna reiterated. "There is no one else here besides the two of us."

"Why don't we go into the bedroom?" Colin Heath said after clearing his throat, taking Mary's empty glass from her and guiding her down the hallway, with Lloyd and Johanna in close pursuit.

***

Chapter Four: Grooming.

"Let's get rid of this," Colin said as he stood behind Mary and took the bottom of her halter in his hands. "It's quite lovely, and we don't want to see it get soiled."

Mary lifted her arms, allowing Colin to lift the blouse up over her head, and after it cleared Mary's hands Colin took her by the wrists, snapping on a pair of handcuffs so quickly that they were clicked shut before Mary knew what was happening.

"Ouch," Mary said as the metal dug into her wrists.

"I'll adjust them," Colin said, and as he held Mary's hands behind her head while fiddling with the adjustment, Johanna was pulling Mary's wavy brown hair from her shoulders so that Lloyd could wrap the leather collar around her neck.

"What?" Mary mumbled as everything went on around her, confusing the teenager.

Colin adjusted the bracelets so that they didn't dig into her wrists as much, but then promptly hooked them onto a clasp in the back of the collar, rendering her helpless as her hands were pretty much fastened to the back of her neck.

"Keep her elbows up high so that the collar doesn't cut into you neck so much," Colin advised. "The last girl to wear these things didn't have wrists and a neck as large as yours."

"Didn't have other things as big as yours either," Lloyd said in a voice not much louder than a whisper, his eyes glued to Mary below the neck.

"What are you guys doing to me?" Mary asked.

"Enjoying you," Johanna said, holding up what looked like the tiniest pizza cutter imaginable, only instead of a smooth blade the metal edge of the wheel was spiked.

Johanna brought the wheel to the pebbled aureola of her right breast, and with a slowness that made the discomfort even greater, began circling the wide circumference of the large crimson circle. Gradually, Johanna brought the pointed wheel closer and closer to Mary's nipple, until it was right at the base of the thick peg which had never been so taut and fully engorged as it was now.

"Hurts," Mary whimpered.

"Quiet," Johanna said gruffly, and when Mary continued to protest, simply said, "Shut her up."

Colin wrapped something around Mary's head and slipped the gag into her mouth, instantly turning Mary's protests into stifled squeals.

"Hate the ball-gag," Colin announced. "I like to be able to hear a little bit of the anguish."

"Her nipples are so sensitive," Johanna said calmly as she began bringing the spiked wheel up and down her throbbing nipples. "That's unusual for nipples as big as hers are. See how she reacts."

Mary let out a piercing and prolonged squeal as the pointed metal pricked her nipples, and Colin had to hold Mary upright as she started to squirm.

"Stay still, dear," Colin told Mary as Johanna worked over the other nipple before putting the toy down on the dresser. "Don't want to hurt you."

Johanna returned with a couple of things that looked like test tubes to Mary, and while the teen looked down in confusion, with Lloyd's help the older woman slipped them over her nipples and began squeezing a bulb that was attached the the tubes with thin hoses.

When Mary first felt the suction of the device on her nipples, it was like someone was sucking on them, but as the pressure got greater it became very intense. Almost painful while still being pleasurable, Mary felt as if her nipples were on fire and about to explode.

With each squeeze of the bulb, Mary's body shuddered from the resulting sensation, and she began jerking around like a marionette being operated by a demented puppeteer. Soon Mary found herself moving backward as if to try to escape the device but after a couple of steps she found herself with her back against the wall.

Johanna, with the two men at her sides, surrounded Mary as her nipples became more and more swollen. Mary's bulging eyes burned with the sweat that was pouring down her forehead as she looked at the trio surrounding her.

Johanna was breathing heavily as she stared at Mary's nipples through the clear plastic, enjoying the transformation she was causing. Lloyd, to her right, was looking as well, and seemed shocked or even upset at what was happening, but if he was truly offended he made no effort to avert his eyes. And Colin looked on like he usually did, with the attitude that he was the director of this show, smiling and nodding his approval as Johanna kept pumping.

Mary found herself making noises that, because of the gag in her mouth, sounded more like the squeals of a pig. While the nipple suction hurt in a way, she made no real effort to disengage herself, which she could have easily done by spinning to either side and breaking away.

Finally, Johanna stopped squeezing that bulb, and after muttering, "need bigger tubes", she pulled the devices off of Mary's swollen nipples, causing Mary to squeal again, and as the abused pegs were exposed to the air Mary heard the reaction of Lloyd.

"Omigod," Lloyd said, and Mary looked down in response to the look on his face.

Mary only looked for a second before turning away, the sight of her freakishly engorged nipples almost making her faint as a result. As she looked up toward the ceiling she felt a cool mouth on the left nipple, followed by another on her right. 

The men sucked gently, and although her nipples still throbbed and burned, the saliva felt soothing to Mary. 

"Might as well get down to business," Johanna said while turning away from the two men nursing at Mary's teats, and when she returned from the dresser, she was carrying a silver tray.

Mary's eyes bulged out when she saw what was on the tray. There was a bowl of water, scissors and a cloth, but that wasn't what made Mary begin to freak out. It was the straight razor that rested on the towel, the silver blade sparkling brightly against the black handle, that got her attention.

"Relax," Colin hissed in Mary's ear as he held her tightly to him. "Nobody is going to hurt you."

"Hurt you? Not at all my dear," Johanna said, smiling when she realized what thoughts were probably going through Mary's head.

"It's going be alright, honey," Lloyd said as he looked at Mary with sad puppy eyes, and Colin watched gleefully as Lloyd's worst nightmare unfolded before him. 

"Please take the gag out of her mouth, Johanna. She doesn't like it. You'll be quiet, won't you Mary?" Lloyd asked meekly.

Mary nodded rapidly, and after consulting with Colin, undid the gag allowing Mary to breathe fast and loud as a result.

"Sweating a bit, aren't we Mary?" Johanna said as she watched the trickles of sweat rolling down Mary's sides from the wild sprays of hair under Mary's arms. "Think I'll get comfortable too."

Johanna pulled off her tie and unbuttoned her blouse, tugging it out of her slacks and tossing it aside. Mary looked at Johanna in confusion, hardly noticing that Colin was moving her away from the wall and undoing her shorts, letting them fall to the floor while Mary stared at the slender woman who was now removing her shirt.




Mary's Evolution: Book 07



Johanna was wearing a bandage that covered her from just under her arms to down almost to her waist. Mary felt saddened for a moment, thinking that the older woman must have had a horrible accident, or even a double mastectomy since her chest was so flat, but Johanna's eyes met Mary's as she calmly unwound the wrapping until at last she was nude to the waist.

Johanna's breasts, at last free from their tight restraint, eased down to her waist. Johanna's hands came up to massage her own tits, kneading some feeling back into her bell-shaped breasts as she looked at Mary who was watching her playing with them. Mary was captivated by Johanna's eggplant-sized breasts, which looked quite large on her slender torso, and when Johanna leaned forward to mash her doughy teats against Mary's firm jugs it was as if a chorus had harmonized.

All four of them made some kind of sound as Johanna leaned forward and rubbed her breasts into Mary's. From Mary's sigh, to Colin's purr of contentment, and from Johanna's raspy exhale to Lloyd's mournful groan, they all savored the exquisite sight of the two women grinding into each other.

Mary, with her arms still raised high and her wrists chained to the back of her neck, tried desperately to lean forward and keep the contact with Johanna, but to Mary's dismay Johanna moved away suddenly, sidestepping and coming around behind Mary.

"Do you like my breasts?" Johanna whispered in Mary's ear, rubbing her tits into Mary's back. "Not many women make me look so small by comparison like you do."

"They're beautiful," Mary said. "Want to touch them so bad."

"Later," Johanna said, reaching around the shorter girl's waist and cupping Mary's breasts, her slender, weathered fingers plucking at Mary's swollen nipples.

From in front of Mary, Johanna looked at the two fully clothed men who were captivated by the display. Colin, looking stately as ever, was playing his role of overseer, nodding his approval to Johanna as she strained to lift the massive jugs in her over-matched palms.

And Lloyd, never one to be able to mask his feelings, was beet red and more flustered looking than ever, almost like he had just been caught looking at dirty pictures. In a gesture designed to inflame Lloyd even further, Johanna let go of Mary's tits and let her hands drift over to the teenager's underarms.

"Oh," Lloyd groaned as he watched Johanna's fingers slide through the thick tufts of hair, her fingernails raking the damp, dense growth so hard that Mary groaned and writhed back into Johanna in response.

Johanna chuckled as she watched Lloyd staring open-mouthed at them, and when she finally thought she had tortured him enough she came back around to face Mary, leaning back as Mary tried to kiss her and rub into her some more.

"It's been decided," Johanna announced, looking over her shoulder at Colin Heath for a last-second change of heart that wasn't coming before continuing. "Unfortunately, this has to go."

Johanna reached up to grab the hair under Mary's right arm between her fingers, and before Mary knew what was happening, had brought the scissors up and snipped off a considerable amount of the fur.

"But..." Mary started to say, but Johanna was already doing the same thing to her left armpit, flicking the hair to the tray before taking the shaving brush and rattling it around in the lather-filled little mug before pulling it out.

"You are a furry little thing," Johanna told Mary, smiling while taking the lathered brush and rubbing it through the cropped jungle of dark brown hairs.

Mary's breathing was loud as the coarse badger hair bristles of the brush worked the lather down to the skin, and Johanna enjoyed watching Mary wiggle around in response, obviously finding the feeling pleasurable.

"You like so far?" Johanna said before setting the brush back into the mug and taking the straight razor in hand, holding the brilliant Sheffield steel blade up for Mary to see.

Johanna brought the blade up to just above Mary's bicep, and with a smooth, firm stroke brought the blade through the jungle before wiping the result on a towel and proceeding the process. The blade was incredibly sharp, as it needed to be to get through all of the hair, but Johanna's hand was steady despite the lust that was burning inside of her. 

Mary leaned toward Johanna while she shaved her underarms, and while she had done this to herself hundreds of times, there was something about the way Johanna did it that made it completely different. It was almost like an erotic act, reflected by Mary's breathing growing louder as she sucked in air through her teeth with each loving swipe of the sharp blade.

"There," Johanna said, stepping back and looking at the results of her labor. "Let's see how smooth it is."

Johanna leaned down and while looking over at Mary for her reaction, moved her tongue up and down the moist and now exquisitely smooth hollow, and when Mary gasped Johanna did it again.

"To be honest I liked you the other way better," Johanna said as she let the back of her weathered fingers slide lightly over the slick result of her labors. "You looked so free and untamed."

"I want to make love to you," Mary whispered just as Johanna was bringing the lathered brush towards her left armpit.

"You should have called," Johanna whispered back, rubbing the shaving cream into the moist thicket with tender circular motions.

"I'm sorry," Mary said. "I was scared."

"Too bad," Johanna said. "I would have enjoyed making love to you alone."

Johanna reached down between Mary's legs and felt the front of her panties, finding the cotton wet to the touch. Working her fingers under the elastic at the top, Johanna's hand worked through the damp bush before slipping her finger inside of the girl.

"Please," Mary said.

"Soon," Johanna answered, pulling her hand out of Mary's panties and bringing her wet finger to her mouth and sucking on the moist digit. "First we finish this."

***

Chapter Five: Still bound

As Johanna put the razor down and wiped the teenager's armpit clean with the damp cloth, Mary looked over at the result. The first thing that struck her was that she actually had armpits now. Not deep caverns like Cher or even Brianna, but with losing a little weight, Mary's underarms were now gently sloped hollows instead of merely folds.

"Hands," Mary said, wiggling her fingers in an effort to get some feeling back into them. "Getting numb."

"Bring her over to the bed and put my love down on her back," Johanna said. "Keep the collar and cuffs on her. I like that."

Colin and Lloyd brought Mary to the bed and eased her down while laying on opposite sides of her, both still fully dressed. Even with Mary on her back and with her arms stretched above her head, Mary's breasts still were as prominent as ever, and while they watched Johanna undo her slacks and step out of them, they were busy playing with Mary's tits.

Mary saw Johanna standing at the foot of the bed, and Mary spread her legs wide open to welcome her. She was now wearing only men's briefs, and there was a prominent bulge in them, a bulge that was explained when Johanna eased the underwear down her slender legs.

Johanna was wearing a harness with a strap-on cream colored dildo attached, and it wagged in front of her as she climbed onto the bed and worked her way up between Mary's spread thighs. Johanna hovered above Mary, letting her hangers rub against Mary's breasts for a moment before working the dildo through the damp jungle.

Lloyd turned away from between Mary's legs as Johanna slide her fake cock into Mary, and instead looked at his former student's reaction to being taken like this. Mary was in a zone similar to the one she had been in last night with him, totally lost in the moment as she tried to thrust her pelvis up toward Johanna.

Lloyd took his hand away from Mary's breasts and ran his fingers through Mary's smoothly shaved armpit, lamenting what he considered a desecration of her natural beauty, but he had to admit that Johanna had done a beautiful job. Mary's armpits were now as smooth as a baby's butt, just like most of the rest of the women these days.

At her other side, Colin watched the grey-haired dyke tease Mary, bringing her to the brink of orgasm several times before slowing down again. She was good, Colin could see that, and for a woman close to sixty she wasn't bad looking either. Sure, the tits drooped some, the hangers swaying around wildly whil she humped away but she was still well-preserved for a gal her age.

Mary was looking at Johanna quite differently than the others. She was trying to get herself off, and was becoming desperate in her efforts to cum. Thrusting herself up against Johanna so hard that the men had to hold her shoulders down, she was soon reduced to whimpering - begging for release.

"Make me cum - let me," Mary begged, her thighs shaking. "Please!"

Johanna responded by slowing down her thrusting, and then simply stopping, although this was as much for her to catch her own breath as anything else, since she had been fucking Mary for quite a while. Mary's face was distraught as she saw Johanna unstrapping the harness from herself, revealing a thick golden brown bush of her own.

With a grin bordering on evil, Johanna slipped her index finger into Mary's pussy, followed by a second digit and then a third. As Mary's pussy accepted the extra fingers Johanna suddenly upped the ante in a rather significant way.

Cackling madly, Johanna suddenly plunged her whole hand into Mary, right in to the wrist. Not all at once at first, but pretty close to it, and as the older woman's scrunched up fingers forced their way into Mary, the teenager howled like an animal.

"Cum!" Johanna shrieked like a banshee, her hand spinning in and out of Mary like a jackhammer as Mary's feet kicked frantically in the air, while her other hand rammed the dildo she had just been wearing deep into herself.

It was just as erotic a sight as Colin had figured it to be, Colin thought as he held down Mary, along with Lloyd. The little guy seemed to be having trouble looking at what Johanna was doing to Mary, content with just looking at Mary's face with what might have been puppy love.

The sight of Johanna fisting Mary, along with the sloppy sounds that accompanied that bony hand as it went in and out of Mary's hairy grotto, was one for the ages. Mary seemed to think so as well, judging by her extreme reaction to it all. 

"OMIGOD OMIGOD OMIGOD!" Mary screamed, her eyes wide open as she bucked up and down on the bed, and then after what could only be described as an inhuman wail came out of Mary's throat, Johanna's hand flew out of Mary's pussy just before a gusher of fluids erupted from the hairy fold, drenching Johanna from the waist down.

Johanna was in the middle of her own orgasm while Mary exploded all over her, only intensifying it as the spray splashed onto her, and as a few last gurgles of fluid dribbled out of Mary, Johanna spanked Mary's pussy with the flat of her hand until she finally begged her to stop.

The three older people just sat and watched Mary come down from her experience, crawling into a fetal position while her body was still shaking, finally going into a series of mild convulsions of sorts before her body finally went limp. Colin was the first to move, standing up and undressing himself before climbing back onto the bed with his erection bouncing.

"No," Mary whimpered, but it was a hollow protest, and she said nothing else as Colin knelt between her legs on the soaked bedding and slipped his cock into Mary.

Colin showed no mercy, plunging his instrument deep inside of Mary and thrusting long and hard into her. Mary had a little orgasm of sorts, but her pussy was so sore and Colin was so brutal that she finally had to ask him to stop.

"It hurts too much," Mary said, and Colin reluctantly nodded, pulling his cock out of Mary and climbing up on top of her stomach, placing his cock between her breasts and squeezing them together around his manhood.

Lloyd leaned back as Colin fucked Mary between the breasts, not wanting to look but nonetheless finding his eyes drawn to the sight of Mary, still defenseless with her hands pinned behind her head, having Colin grunting on top of her.

Colin finally came, spurting his cum onto Mary's neck and chin before climbing off of her. Lloyd watched a trickle of Colin's semen roll down Mary's neck and end up pooling in the bald hollow of her underarm, an insult to injury which was more than Lloyd could bear to see.

Johanna and Colin got up from the bed after a while, heading out to the den, and after they finally left Lloyd wiped the cum off of Mary with a towel and undid the handcuffs from the collar, which allowed Mary bring her aching arms down to her sides at last.

"I'm sorry," Mary said to Lloyd, who was trying to figure out how to unlock the cuffs from her chafed wrists. "I don't think I can - you know."

"It's okay," Lloyd said, finally getting the cuffs off of Mary's wrists, which bore the red marks from the strain of the binding. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah," Mary said while rubbing her sore hands and wrists. 

"It seemed - was it good? For you I mean?" Lloyd asked.

"Amazing," Mary said, rolling over on her hip to face Lloyd. "I almost passed out when I came. Did you like it? Watching me?"

"Yes," Lloyd said, acutely aware of the mess that was in his underwear. "I did love watching. I love you."

"Oh," Mary said in a manner as slow as the two letters could possible be spoken. "I - you know."

"You don't have to say it," Lloyd answered. "You don't have to say anything. I just wanted you to know how I feel."

"You're sweet," Mary said, struggling to get to her knees, and without another word undid her old teacher's slacks and tugged them to his knees.

Lloyd's underwear were dripping with his semen, having cum twice during all of that, but Mary was undeterred, and simply pulled down the gooey briefs and extricated Lloyd's limp dick from the swirl of semen and pubic hair, enveloping his manhood with her mouth.

Lloyd was hard within a minute, and came soon after. When she was through, Mary smiled and got up and headed for the bathroom, leaving Lloyd all alone in the bed, staring at the ceiling with sadness.

***

Chapter Six: The observer.

Colin had been watching from the doorway when Mary had gone down on Lloyd, and found it amusing that Lloyd hadn't just taken her like he had after Johanna had worn the teenager out. He seemed content to just let Mary go down on him, and probably wouldn't have complained if she hadn't done anything.

"Can't show any mercy," Colin mumbled quietly as he watched. "Stiff dicks have no conscience."

Mary looked pretty inviting to Colin, kneeling over Lloyd while she gobbled his little dick. Her plump buttocks, which like her tits had been unaffected by her weight loss, were spread wide, probably because Mary's pussy was sore from Johanna's rough treatment of it.

Lloyd came quick, and Colin backed out of sight fast as well, joining Johanna out on the porch. Seeing Mary with her made it clear that not only wasn't she squeamish about being with another woman, she seemed to love the concept, which made the politician convinced that things were going to work out just like he had planned.

"You two looked good together in there," Colin told Johanna as they stood outside naked, with Johanna smoking a cigarette.

"I was too rough with her," Johanna said with a grimace. "I couldn't control myself. There's just something about the girl that makes me lose control. I don't like that. It isn't like me."

"You aren't alone," Colin advised her. "Little Lloyd just got his horn tooted by Mary and is now probably crying tears of joy. You know, the two of us could go down by the pond and have some fun as well."

Colin put her arm around the woman's bony shoulder and tried to give her a squeeze but Johanna showed no interest in that, just as Colin expected. That old Colin Heath magic hadn't worked on Johanna before, much to his chagrin, and it wasn't going to tonight either.

Too bad, Colin said as he looked down at the woman. Those low hanging tits of hers would look good wrapped around his cock, and just when he was going to make a last try, Mary appeared on the porch behind them.

Mary was walking like she had just gotten off a horse, Colin observed. Actually, a better description would be that she looked like she was still on a horse, as she waddled over to them in all her naked glory.

The sight of Mary's magnificent jugs reminded Colin that they had never gotten to use most of the other toys he had gotten for Johanna to use on them. The nipple suction device was nice, but the nipple clamps and ropes would have to wait for another time. 

"Hello little lady," Colin said in greeting Mary, who smiled as Colin kissed her on the forehead.

"Thank you," Mary said to Johanna. "That was amazing."

"I hope I didn't hurt that sweet pussy of yours," Johanna said.

"Sore, but I'll survive," Mary said, giving the taller woman a hug, feeling the pressing of Johanna's plaint breasts against her own.

"You could show your appreciation to Johanna in a better way," Colin suggested, and then whispered into Mary's ear.

Mary nodded, and without hesitation knelt before Johanna and buried her face in the older woman's bush, her tongue seeking out the source of that musky aroma. Colin's hands were soon on Mary's shoulders, easing her down on her back on the cold wood, and then Johanna was kneeling above Mary, her sex fitting neatly onto the teenager's face.

Johanna rode Mary's face like it was a saddle, with Mary's inexperienced tongue getting the idea rather quickly, and Colin leaned against the rail of the porch and watched Johanna arching her back while pulling on her own rubbery tits for a few moments before turning herself around so that she was facing Mary's feet.

Johanna bent down and put her face right into the thick jungle of hair, licking Mary's clitoris just like Mary was doing to her. Johanna let out a surprised sound when she felt Mary's hands pulling her forward a little bit, and Colin knew what had caused that without even seeing it. Mary's tongue had slid from Johanna's pussy to her anus and she was now doing a number on that old puckered ring.

Perfect, Colin thought as he idly tugged on his flaccid cock and enjoyed the show. Things would work out perfectly.

Inside the cabin, Lloyd had finally come out to see where everybody went, and after seeing the three of them out there having their own little party, made himself a drink from the bar and walked around the little room.

Colin Heath sure had it all, Lloyd thought as he looked around the bookcase next to the giant screen television. Lloyd picked up a couple of the DVD's that were sitting on the shelves, and was just about to turn away when he saw a tape without a case.

The only marking on it was a date, and as Lloyd stared at the tape it occurred to him that the date on the box was the day they had brought Mary up here for the first time. Could it be?

Lloyd grabbed the tape and jammed it into the pocket of his jacket, feeling like a thief for the first time in his life but for some reason not really caring. The writing is on the wall, Lloyd mused. Colin Heath was likely done with him, and since he had gotten everything he needed from Lloyd, it wouldn't be long before he stopped getting invited up here.

Lloyd was familiar with being used, but he was determined that at least he would have a souvenir of his time with Mary, if the tape was what he thought it might be. 

Knowing my luck, Lloyd thought with a chuckle, the tape would end up to be some rambling speech the politician had made about dairy subsidies or other mundane crap that Colin Heath was infamous for shoveling.




Mary's Evolution: Book 07



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Mary's Evolution: Book 08



This is the latest installment of Mary's Evolution, in which the formerly portly, and now just slightly pudgy teenager had become sexually aware after 18 years of virtual celibacy. Making up for lost time, Mary had become insatiable, but luckily for Mary there were more than enough people willing to help in that area.





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Chapter One: Gerald and Anna.





"OH-OH-OH!" Anna Koutusis exclaimed, letting out an exclamation each time her husband thrust himself into her, his enormous cock practically splitting her open each time it burrowed deep into her womb.

The pain was worth it, Anna thought as she looked up at her husband hovering above her, even though it had become worse over the years as her body aged and she became less moist inside. Tonight seemed even more painful than usual despite having used the better part of a bottle of lubricant in preparation for this Saturday night ritual of theirs.

Above her, Gerald Koutusis saw Anna's face as she tried to hide the discomfort he knew she was experiencing, and he tried to make himself cum fast. The problem was that he was never quick on the draw, and to be honest, Anna wasn't as hot as she used to be so the inspiration wasn't there either.

Oh, she kept herself in shape and all, but there's only so much a woman can do to hold back the hands of time. The slight wrinkles around the eyes didn't bother Gerald much, nor did the grey mixed in with Anna's dark brown hair, but Anna had filled out considerably over the years to where she was now what would be considered a BBW. 

Anna was a normal sized girl when they had first met, but had filled out over the years. Many men would have been quite aroused at the changes, but Gerald Koutusis had never been a boob and butt man, and that was where most of Anna's weight had gone over the years.

Anna's grunting had become louder, and her facial expression had become more pained as Gerald tried to think of something erotic to make him cum, but failed. Maybe it was the tear that trickled down from the corner of Anna's eye that did it, but Gerald stopped his thrusting and slowly pulled his cock out of her despite his wife's protests.

"No honey, please don't stop," Anna said as Gerald shook his head and rolled over onto his back. "It was good. So good."

"It's okay," Gerald said with a smile.

"I mean it. I came," Anna lied, wiping the wet spot from the side of her face where her telltale tear had given her away.

"That's good, honey," Gerald said. "It's not you. It's me."

Anna felt crushed, as usual, whenever this happened, and it was happening so often these days that it was becoming the rule instead of the exception. Her fault for mentioning that sometimes he hurt her when they made love. Ever since then, Gerald had been on the lookout for any sign that he was causing Anna pain, because that was something he couldn't be part of no matter how horny he was.

Kneeling beside her husband, Anna knew that this night was over, but she couldn't leave him like this, so she ran her hands all over his furry body while saying the things he knew he liked to hear.

"Let me make my big hairy ape happy," Anna said while her hands drifted down to Gerald's penis, which was resting on his stomach in a semi-erect state.

"Mmm... my man is still a little hard, and I bet that I can make him really hard fast," Anna cooed with a giggle as she tried to wrap her hands around Gerald's huge member, the first cock she had even held in her life.

Growing up in a very strict and religious house, Anna had been forbidden to date until she was 16, and Gerald was the first boy to ask her out after her parents finally relented. From that day on, she was in love, and in love just as much now over 30 years later. When she first saw Gerald's penis, she didn't realize how out-of-the-ordinary it was, never having seen one in the flesh before. Anna simply loved Gerald and took care of him the best she could.

Anna's oiled hands worked vigorously over her husband's cock, pulling and twisting the shaft with both hands while climbing over and straddling his thigh. The feel of the coarse hairs that coated Gerald's thighs felt good against her pussy, and when she felt him start to get stiffer she worked even harder.

"That's it. I can feel your cock getting harder," Anna said while rocking on Gerald's thigh. "Oh, you're so huge. Such a big cock - I can't even get my hands around it, it's so thick. I want to suck on it."

Anna bent over and opened her mouth as wide as she could, trying not to scrape the glans with her teeth as she managed to fit the bulbous head of his manhood in her mouth, getting her lips just over the puffed ridge before pulling back.

Anna ran her tongue along the deep ridge of his opening while her hands still pumped the shaft of the now fully erect member. The skin of the crown was taut and purplish, and as a bead of pre-cum oozed out of the slit, Anna's hands milked Gerald even more savagely, yanking on his cock the way he liked it.

Gerald liked his balls played with as well, but she needed both hands to work his cock, so she rubbed her knee gently into his huge pouch that hung between his legs. Gerald groaned with contentment and looked at Anna with glazed eyes.

"My man's going to cum soon," Anna said. "I can't wait to watch you shoot your load."

Indeed, that was something that turned Anna on, but for Gerald there was something else that was getting him excited, and it wasn't the result of looking at Anna's pendulous breasts that hung down to her waist, even though he was staring in that general direction.

Gerald was fantasizing about other women; that tiny wisp of a female he had savored repeatedly during that business trip to Thailand a couple of years ago, or that girl with braces who worked at that ice cream stand back in his youth and took his virginity like he took hers.

Tracy Mullin - now that was a piece of ass, Gerald thought, as his mind went to the wife of his golfing buddy. That slender little blonde was supposedly one of the biggest sluts around, and he had wanted to nail her from the moment he had met her. Gerald had even suggested it to Mullin one time, but the guy had laughed it off like he was kidding about swapping.

Not that Anna would have done it, Gerald admitted to himself, but it was enjoyable to think of that pouting blonde's expression if she ever got a look at what Anna was yanking on right now. Those little titties that he had gotten a glimpse of that one time when Tracy had bent over in front of him while she was wearing on low cut blouse had launched more that one ejaculation in the past, and it was that image that caused Gerald Koutusis to arch his back and let out a loud wail, as his orgasm surged through his loins and erupted out of his cock.

Anna cried out too, having started to cum herself the moment she felt Gerald's cock surge with the flow of semen, and the sight of the first of several stringy ropes of cum flying into the air only made her orgasm sweeter as he rode her husband's thigh to orgasm.

Anna yanked wildly on Gerald's cock as her man became a human Old Faithful for a few more spurts, the milky spunk splattering all over his hairy chest and stomach. When the cum flow slowed, Anna went down on Gerald again, rubbing her tongue over the tip of his cock while pulling on what was becoming a flaccid hose until she was sure he was drained.

"You and me-Good thing Mary wasn't here," Anna said as she climbed off of Gerald thigh, her hands and wrists with strands of cum all over them, and as was their custom, Anna dutifully licked up all the semen from her husband's hirsute torso while he rested contentedly and watched.

Gerald chuckled at the thought of Mary hearing what had just gone on, although the amusement came with a considerable degree of guilt attached. No, Mary was at the Mullin's again tonight, and Greg Mullin was probably banging away at his wife Tracy, with that cock-hound probably taking it every way possible. 

Her ass, Gerald mused while Anna licked the cum off of his chest. Tracy Mullin's ass was probably still as pert and firm as ever, and Greg was probably sticking that pecker up that brown-eye whenever he wanted.

A feeling that Gerald realized he would probably never experience, unfortunately. If that little Thailand hooker wouldn't let him no matter what the price - hell, that was probably the only time she had ever even used the word no.

"Was that good for you, baby?" Anna said, looking down at him after licking him clean, her udders hanging down onto him.

Mary's breasts were probably just as big as hers, Gerald noted, if that quick glimpse in the kitchen was any indication, and it was just his luck to be the only guy in the world not thrilled to be living with women built like them. 

"Great. It was really great," Gerald lied, letting Anna snuggle up next to him as he let his fantasies get him to sleep.

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Chapter Two: The secret is out.





Colin had dropped Mary off down the street from her house the next morning, and to her great relief she was able to get upstairs without being noticed. Exhausted after what had been an eventful evening, Mary started to undress in front of her dresser mirror.

After taking off her shorts, Mary toyed with the stray hairs that peeked out from the sides of her panties, remembering that Johanna had told her later in the evening that she was supposed to trim her down there but had decided not to, telling her in that sexy accent how much she liked her just the way she was.

Mary started to undo the clasp at the neck of her halter top but paused as she did so, checking herself out in the mirror. That had been so sexy, Mary recalled, the way that Johanna had shaved her underarms. Such an intimate act, and it made Mary wonder what it would have been like if she had shaved her pussy as well, and how that would have felt.

Even though it had only been last night, Mary noted that her armpits, so incredibly smooth 12 hours ago, were now coated with a five o'clock shadow of sorts. The tiny dots that filled her gently sloping underarms was a reminder that she would have to go back to that daily ritual now that Colin wanted her this way.

Heading to the bathroom, Mary couldn't get the image of Johanna out of her mind. She had looked so strange at first, dressed like a man, and that wrapping she wore to make her chest flatten out was certainly something different as well.

Her breasts - it was hard to believe that a woman near sixty could have sexy breasts, but Johanna certainly did, and just the thought of the way it felt when she had rubbed their breasts together sent a tingle through her body.

A sensation that almost made Mary forget the aching between her legs, but not quite. The thought of having sex tonight was out of the question, even though she wanted it badly. Like every night, Mary noted ruefully. What was she turning into?

The image of Johanna with that dildo, pounding into her like a man, only with those wonderful breasts hanging down was doing a number on Mary despite her discomfort. And that hand - that fist. It hurt so bad yet it felt so good at the same time, and as Mary replayed the evening in her mind, she let her hand slip between her legs and gently begin to stroke her clitoris as the spray from the shower soothed her aching bones.

Mary went to bed, hoping to get at least some sleep before tonight, when she would be going out with Brianna. After that, there would be the matter of dealing with Greg.





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Chapter Three: Night moves.





The bitter taste of the semen the Japanese pre-med student had deposited in Mary's mouth was still lingering when she got to Brianna's house an hour later. Not a great night by any means, Mary noted with discomfort, because her pussy still ached and she was tired as well.

The guy that Brianna had set her up with to double date was alright, but once they started to get intimate in Bree's boyfriend Jeff's van, Mary realized she wasn't in the mood, and it was just as well as it turned out.

Seems that Ken, the boyish looking student who had turned out to be 25, was disappointed when he went exploring under Mary's blouse. Oh, he liked the tits alright, Mary recalled, but he looked crushed when Mary felt his hands slide off of her breasts and slip under her arms.

"What's wrong?" Mary asked, looking at the crestfallen face, faintly illuminated by the dashboard lights as his fingers rubbed the sandpaper-like surface of her moist armpits. "Am I too sweaty for you?"

"No, it's not that. Jeff told me when he was describing you that you - well, he said that you had hair under your arms," Ken said as he continued to stroke the moist cavities, and he bowed his head a bit with embarrassment. "I like that very much."

"Sorry," Mary said, shaking her head at the way guys passed around information. "You missed it by 24 hours. Don't I have anything else that interests you?" 

As it turned out, Ken liked playing with her tits, and when she went down on Ken in the front seat he did not complain when she sucked on his modest-sized stem. Instead, he just reclined as best he could and let Mary get him off, all the while rubbing his fingers under her arm.

It had not been a good night for Brianna either, with Jeff and her getting into a fight over her flirting and his roaming eyes. Mary sensed that the end was near with those two, as the relationship was showing the same signs of strain that Brianna's other ones had gone through.

Bree was just too damn flirty for her own good, Mary concluded as they got undressed for bed. Then again, Mary reasoned as she looked over at Brianna stretching her lithe body before slipping on a plain white nightie, she was in no position to criticize Brianna or anyone else. When was the last time she said no to anybody about anything?

"How did you like Ken?" Bree asked as they settled into their respective beds and spoke to each other int he relative darkness.

"Eh," Mary said. "Alright I guess. He wasn't too pleased when he found out I shaved my armpits."

"Did you?" Brianna asked. 

"Yeah, but I mean, like why did Jeff go and tell him that I had hair under my arms?"

"Duh, it wasn't like it was a secret or anything. Besides, what do you think we say when we set you up with guys? Stuff like, she's really smart? Dudes don't care about that. They want to know about the bod, so I'm sure that Jeff said you had these awesome tits, and probably the hair just came out. I know Jeff told him you sucked a mean dick too. Guess it's from watching you from the back of the van."

"Yeah," Mary said, feeling uncomfortable about the truth of that matter, having given Jeff one of her patented oral exercises in that parking lot a couple of weeks ago.

"Guys don't seem turned off by the hair though," Brianna continued. "It never seems to scare guys off though. Either it turns them on or once they here about your bodacious ta-tas they don't care about anything else."

They both giggled at that, and they continued to chat for quite a while, which was unusual lately. Mary was normally eager for Brianna to fall asleep so that she could join her father downstairs, but she was dreading having to face Greg after everything that had gone down lately.

The sound of Greg's footsteps went up and down the hall a couple of times as the two of them chatted, and when they started to get tired, Mary simply shut her eyes and fell asleep. It was a short snooze, however. One that was interrupted by the hiss of Greg Mullin's voice in her ear, not too mention that handful of hair Greg had hold of as he lifted Mary's head off the pillow.

"Downstairs," was all Greg said.





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Chapter Four: Midnight confessions.





"How's my favorite little slut?" Greg said far too loudly as he moved Mary against the wall of the den, his hand on Mary's collarbone as he towered over her.

"What's wrong?" Mary asked as she tried to move away from Greg in the murky light of the basement. "You're hurting me."

"Too tired to come down and play?"

"Yeah," Mary said. "We got talking and - I don't feel too good either."

"Too much fucking last night?" Greg asked, his hands all over her; tweaking her sore nipples and putting his knee between her legs while Mary tried to fend him off.

"What? No, that's not it at all," Mary responded, but Greg was relentless.

"What was the fucking limo for then?" Greg badgered. "Heath sent it, didn't he?"

"Limo? I - what are you doing? Following me?"

"I was down the street watching when I saw the limo," Greg snapped. "That was all I needed to see. You went up to the cabin last night and fucked him didn't you? What, Heath and Lloyd and maybe the limo driver too? Everybody but me now?"

"It's not like that at all," Mary protested.

"Colin Heath is a lying sack of shit politician," Greg said in a voice that was part rage and part whine. "He's married, for crying-out-loud!"

"So are you," Mary said defensively.

"Without me you would be nothing," Greg insisted. "You would still be a tubby little nerd who plays wing girl for her best friend and takes whatever leftovers she doesn't want."

"I was never nothing," Mary snapped. "Don't say that. Why are you acting like this? I thought that we cared about each other?"

"Get that nightie off," Greg said, and when Mary was slow in reacting he roughly assisted her.

"What the..." Greg said as he caught a glimpse of the bare skin under Mary's upraised arms. "Who said you could get rid of the hair?"

"My body," Mary said defiantly. "My choice."

"You fucking slut," Greg snapped, dragging her over to the couch.

"Please," Mary whimpered. "Not like this."

"As it was in the beginning," Greg declared, recalling their first meeting at the couch that Mary found herself bent over, and he was sounding like a demented preacher as he shoved a couple of fingers up Mary's ass.

It wasn't the hair that incited Greg so much, but more of what it represented, which was his control over Mary. Control that had apparently evaporated, and it was that reality that made Greg feel like his perfect little world was crumbling.

"You're just like Tracy," Greg snapped as he shoved his cock into Mary's non lubricated ass, enjoying the way Mary cried out as he buried himself deep into her cavity. "Lying cheating whore."

It wasn't love, that much was for certain, as Mary chose to accept what Greg seemed to think she deserved. Draped defenselessly over the back of the couch; the only sounds being made were

the slapping of their skin, Greg's obscene muttering and Mary's grunts caused with each deep probing of her.

Greg eventually came, a few minutes after Mary had, despite herself. After sending a final load deep into Mary's bowels, Greg pulled his cock out of Mary, sobbing as he did so.

"Sorry," Greg whimpered, his shame complete as he looked down at Mary. "Sorry. I'm so sorry. I ..."

Greg went up the stairs, leaving Mary to pull herself up onto her feet. He couldn't believe what he had just done, and knew that if his relationship with Mary wasn't over before, it certainly was now.

As for Mary, she was embarrassed as well. Feeling bad about betraying Greg, and ashamed for having cum during that last violation that left her ass as sore as her pussy was. She made it up the stairs slowly, just as the Lexus that Mrs. Mullin was piloting pulled in the driveway.

That would have been the final straw, Mary figured as she made it into the bedroom just before Tracy Mullin came up the stairs. Having Brianna's mother witness her husband fucking her in the ass would have been the worst thing imaginable, or so Mary thought as she closed the bedroom door quietly behind herself.



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Chapter Five: Everything is revealed.





The bedroom was dark when Mary entered it, but she could sense the presence of someone standing by the dresser, even it was only a murky shape. As Mary's eyes adjusted to the darkness, she saw the form come toward her.




Mary's Evolution: Book 08



It was Brianna, and she was crying.

"Mary, I'm sorry," Brianna cried, putting her arms around Mary and holding her tightly as her body shook.

"What - what's wrong?" Mary asked, while Tracy Mullin's footsteps staggered down the hall on the other side of the door.

"I saw," Brianna sniffed as her trembling body pressed against Mary. "Saw what he did to you."

"I heard noises, and when I saw you weren't in your bed I went down and saw him... my Dad raping you," Brianna sobbed.

"Bree," Mary replied, stopping her friend. "That wasn't what you think it was."

"I know what I saw," Brianna assured her. "You don't have to defend him."

"It wasn't," Mary insisted. "You don't understand. Greg and me..."

"Greg?" Brianna asked, recoiling at Mary using her father's name for the first time ever in her presence.

"Yes, Greg," Mary told her. 'We've been - you know."

"You mean that you and my Dad? You - he was the old guy you've been fucking?" Brianna asked in a loud voice, and Mary nodded while asking her to keep her voice down.

"He's the one that you got hairy for, and were counting how many times you fucked?" Brianna hissed. "My fucking father? What's wrong with you? Fuck, what's wrong with him?"

"What does that mean?" Mary asked.

"I mean, like no offense, but he could do way better than you," Brianna said with a obvious cattiness. "Let's face it, compared to my Mom, you're a dog."

"Greg didn't think so," Mary snapped.

"How could you do this to my Mom?" Brianna went on. "She's treated you like part of the family, and you go and try and wreck their marriage?"

"First of all," Mary answered, her aching body and fatigue making her testy. "I didn't marry your mother. Greg did. Talk to him about that part of it."

"Secondly," Mary continued. "I didn't come on to him. He came on to me, right there in that bed while I was sleeping. He started it, and while we're at it, don't get too choked up about this marriage you think I'm destroying."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Your mother just got home. What the hell do you think she's been doing all night?"

"She works long hours," Brianna said defensively.

"Who sells real estate at 1:30 in the morning?" Mary said with a sneer. "She's been fucking around on Greg for a long time."

"You liar," Brianna yelled, slapping Mary before running out the door and into the bathroom, slamming the door loudly.

"This has been one shitty night," Mary muttered to herself as she rubbed her cheek, turning on the light to find her things.

Mary knew that staying here tonight was out of the question, so she pulled off her nightie and dug out the clothes she wore out that night. The door opened as Mary folded the nightie, and she was almost afraid to look up, because no matter if it was Greg or Brianna, she didn't want to deal with either of them right now.

"What are you two yelling about?" Tracy Mullin asked as she stood a bit unsteadily in the doorway, running her hand through her blonde locks.

"Bree's in the bathroom," Mary said, and as she was answering, Mary realized that she was not covering up frantically as she was used to doing.

In fact, Mary just stood their with her panties in her right hand, as naked as the day she was born. What was more surprising to Mary was that Tracy Mullin was looking at her.

"What's the fight about?" Tracy said as she leaned against the frame of the door, her eyes unable to look at Mary's face but instead transfixed that Mary's breasts. "Boys?"

"Sort of," Mary said as she pulled on her panties under Tracy Mullin's gaze.

"You two," Tracy said. "Are you going home?"

"Yeah," Mary coyly replied, letting her bra hang from her fingers as she felt her sore nipples become erect. "Kinda bad vibes here tonight."

"Can I?" Tracy asked. "Help you with that?"

"It hooks in the front," Mary said as she slipped herself into the harness, maneuvering her breasts into the gigantic cups and hooking it up quickly.

"Why don't I take you home, Mary?" Tracy asked, and Mary protested, but Tracy was insistent.

"Drama queen will be in there all night, probably," Tracy said as she nodded her head in the direction of the bathroom before her eyes went back to Mary as she put on her blouse and shorts.

"I'll just call a cab," Mary said.

"Nonsense," Tracy said with a slurred voice, and took Mary by the arm and led her down the steps and out to the driveway.

Mary had no intention of letting Brianna's Mom drive her anywhere, but let the situation play itself out, with Tracy weaving her way over to the passenger side of the car and fumbling with the remote, making the lights flash and the horn beep but not unlocking the door.

"Maybe you should drive," Tracy said after giggling at her ineptitude.

Mary looked at Tracy Mullin as she stood a foot away from her. She had an aroma of alcohol but didn't really seem drunk, or at least as drunk as she was acting. Her make-up was a bit mussed, and her black and white dress was a little rumpled, but her blonde hair was stunning even in the moonlight.

"But then how would you get home?" Mary asked, giggling herself while putting her hand on the bare bicep of her friend's mother, the smooth soft skin like butter against her palm.

"Oh yeah," Tracy said, leaning against the shorter teen, pressing herself against the side of Mary's chest. "I don't know. Maybe... um...we could maybe go to a motel or something."

"A motel?"

"Sure," Tracy answered, looking around frantically. "What... where's my purse?"

"I think you left it inside, Mrs. Mullin."

"You don't have to call me Mrs. Mullin, Mary," Tracy said. "You're not a kid anymore."

"Still..." Mary said, the scent of Tracy's perfume tickling her senses just as much as the older woman rubbing against her did.

"If I did still think you were a kid," Tracy went on. "After seeing you without clothes up there, you changed that. You're looking good, babe. And as for what we would do in a motel, don't you have any ideas?"

"Two women?" Mary said with as much innocence as her acting skills allowed.

"Never tried that?" Tracy said, wrapping her arm around the shorter girl's shoulder and bringing her face close. "I'd love to be the one to show you how."

Tracy jumped at Mary, smothering her with the most feral and enthusiastic kisses Mary ahd ever experienced, and while Tracy's mouth devoured her own, tongues dueling, Tracy's hand was kneading Mary's tits roughly.

After Mary recovered from the initial attack, she went on the offensive herself, moving Tracy against the wall of the garage. Her right hand squeezed Tracy's little titties while her left hand went under her dress, lifting it while reaching between her legs.

Mary's hand rubbed Tracy's smooth mound a couple of times before slipping first one finger, and then a second into her wet pussy. Soon she was grinding into Brianna's Mom, almost lifting her off the ground as she moved her hand inside of Tracy like an animal.

Tracy came, biting into Mary's neck as she tried to wrap her legs around the teen, and when Tracy's orgasm finally ebbed, she tried to reciprocate.

"Better get you inside," Mary said, diverting Tracy's hand while herding her toward the door.

"I want to do things to you," Tracy said. "Want to make you happy."

"Another time," Mary said.

"You mean that?" Tracy asked, and when Mary nodded the older woman smiled.

"Sure," Mary asurred her.

"Good, I'll hold you to that," Tracy said as they reached the front door. "Damn, you are are built. What I wouldn't give for these."

Mary watched Tracy's hands come up to her chest, and smiled as Tracy's palms hefted her tits, rubbing them as her hands worked in a circular motion.

"I'm drunk," Tracy said before reluctantly letting go of Mary's breasts. "But not that drunk. I meant everything I said."

Mary nodded and pretended to call a cab while Tracy went inside. After a moment, Mary went down the steps and strolled down the road. Her cheek still smarted a bit from Brianna's slap, her nipples were still erect from Tracy's massaging of her tits, and her ass was leaking Greg's cum.

"What a crazy night," Mary said to the darkness as she walked under a streetlight and looked at her phone, pushing her glasses back up her nose as she squinted at the screen.



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Chapter Six: Protecting and serving.





"Are you alright, miss?"

Mary had been startled as the car pulled up alongside of her as she walked down the road, but was relieved when she saw that it was a police car.

"Uh - yeah," Mary said, squinting in at the dark figure behind the wheel. "Trying to call a cab."

"Not a good idea to be out alone at this time of night," the policeman said, turning on the inside light of his car. "Especially somebody as young and pretty as you."

Mary smiled as the cop smiled, his brilliant white teeth contrasting with his smooth black skin. The policeman looked to be in his 30's, with a moustache and a smooth shaved head.

"Oh, well thanks," Mary replied. "Officer..."

"Trent," the cop said. "That's my first name. Who might you be?"

"I'm Mary," Pleased to meet you."

Mary brought her hand up to the window, where it was enveloped by the cop's big black paw, the thick gold wedding band sparkling, and Mary shivered when he saw his eyes looking at her chest.

"Tell you what, Mary," Trent said. "It's kinda quiet out here tonight. Why don't you hop in an I'll take you home?"

Mary skipped around the front of the car and climbed into the front seat, her eyes taking in all the neat stuff on the dashboard. The radio chatter and all of the flashing lights and gizmos were interesting, but Mary's attention went back to the cop who cleared his throat.

"You a stripper, Mary?"

"A stripper?" Mary gasped, choking with laughter. "Why do you say that? Do I look cheap?"

"No no no," Trent said in a melodic deep voice. "Not at all. It's just that a girl built like you - you know."

"Is that a good thing? Mary asked innocently. "Being built like me?"

"Oh, it's a good thing alright," Trent roared. "How old are you girl?"

"18," Mary replied. "Want to see my proof?"

"Naw, I already saw enough proof when you were bouncing around in front of the car."

"Must be a fun job," Mary commented, looking at the muscles in Trent's forearms as he turned the wheel. "Lots of interesting stuff probably happens."

"That's for sure," Trent chortled. "You know, last month I picked up a girl about your age. White girl like you, and out of the blue she tells me she wants to suck my cock."

"Really? What did you do?"

"I let her," Trent said. "What do you think about that?"

"I think you were lucky," Mary said. "She was too probably."

"You got a boyfriend, Mary?" 

"Yeah, as a matter-of-fact his cum is oozing out of my ass right now as I speak."

"Out of your ass?" 

"Yeah, my pussy was still sore from last night, so he gave it to be in the back door," Mary informed the officer.

"You're a trip, girl," Trent said. "You just come right out and say shit."

"That bother you?"

"Hell no."

"What does your wife think?" Mary asked. "About other girls sucking your cock?

"We're on a need-to-know basis about stuff like that," Trent chuckled. "And as far as I'm concerned, she don't need to know."

"So if I was to suggest that I'd love to suck your cock, you wouldn't be offended?"

"Girlie, if you didn't offer, I was sure as hell going to ask for it."

"I thought so," Mary said. "Especially since you never asked me where I lived. I kinda thought you had something else in mind."

"Someplace quiet," Trent said as he swung the car down a desrted road. "Why don't you show me those titties of yours."

"These?" Mary asked, lifting her blouse and unhooking the clasps in front, letting her jugs explode out of the harness.

"Damn!" Trent sputtered as he watched Mary's breasts lurch down to her waist, and hit a pothole as a price for not paying attention. "They're real too."

"All natural," Mary said as she tucked her blouse under her chin, freeing her hands to permit her to cup her breasts for Trent's amusement.

"Shit!" Trent hissed. "That's some big jugs you got there girl. Look at those fucking nipples! Nice big ass on you too. Too bad it's all messed up. I got something big for you too. Ever been with a black guy before?"

"Messed around some, but he wasn't anything special," Mary cooed. "Why? You got something good down there? Can I see?"

"Here you go, girl," Trent said, aalready reaching into his pants and pulling out a semi-turgid member that was black as coal.

"Can I?" Mary asked while reaching over and taking the thick cock in her hand. "Oooh, you are big. Too bad this steering wheel is in the way."

The car jerked to a halt, and out in the darkness Mary could see they were in a parking lot of a park or something, with only a street lamp about 20 feet away for light.

Trent turned off the engine and jumped out of the car, coming around the Mary's side and opening her door while keeping her seated in the car with a hand on her shoulder. Trent had dropped his trousers to his knees, his cock swaying in front of Mary, and as she grabbed it she brought her mouth to the ebony tool.

"Oh, you're so big," Mary said after pulling the glistening cock out of her mouth for a second before going back down on it, grabbing his heavy balls in her palm and twisting and rolling the nuts while letting her tongue work on the underside of his manhood.

"That's it, girl," Trent moaned as Mary's full lips went down the shaft. "Take as much of it as you can. You white girls suree love to give head."

Mary couldn't quite take all of him, which meant he was about an inch bigger than Colin and Greg, as her nose grazed the crinkly pubes with each forward swoop. The cop was cradling her hand in his hands as he thrust back and forth into her mouth, until he couldn't take any more.

"I don't give a shit. Gotta have your ass, girl," Trent said, pulling her up and bringing her to the front of the vehicle. "Drop them drawers and let me see that big juicy ass of yours."

Mary quickly tugged down her shorts and panties while Trent reached into the glove compartment of the car and emerged with something in hand.

"Bend over the hood," Trent said as he squirted something on his cock, making it glisten even more, before turning his attention to Mary's backside.

"Oh, that's a sweet ass," Trent said as he slapped her butt cheeks before slipping an oiled finger between them. "You know what I'm going to do?"

"Gonna fuck me in the ass," Mary said as she felt the cop pushing his cock up to the anus.

"You can do better than that," Trent said. "Tell me what you want."

"I want your big black cock in my ass."

"How you want it, girl?" You want it rough?"

"Not too rough, please," Mary said as she tried to move her ass back into his cock. "You're cock is bigger than my boyfriends and I'm still sore."

"Here you go baby."

Mary grunted as the mushroom head of the cock popped into her ass, and let out a loud groan as his manhood slid into her all the way. The cold metal of the car was on her stomach and breasts, and her skin made squeaking noises on the chilly steel as the cop began thrusting himself into her.

Soon the night air was filled with the loud grunts of the cop each time he slid into her tight orifice, and he had a fistful of Mary's hair as he pulled her head backward.

"How you like it, girl?"

"Fuck me harder!" Mary cried out. "Split me in two with your big black cock!"

The policemen crouched over Mary like a predator getting ready to devour its prey, humping Mary so hard the car was rocking. His cock was like a jackhammer inside of Mary, whose knees gave out as she came, followed soon after by Trent's coarse growl that accompanied his cock twitching inside of her ass while squirting his load into her warm cavity.

Trent peeled himself off of Mary and got his pants back up while Mary did the same, and after they got back in the car the only words exchanged were when Mary gave the cop her address after he asked where she lived.

The policemen drove a little past her house, allowing her to hop out discretely, and after they said good night to each other Mary cut through the neighbor's yard and into her house without being heard, grateful for not having to explain why she was home. 





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Mary's Evolution: Book 09



In this new book of Mary's Evolution, the chubby teenager leaves a trail of broken hearts in her wake, and unknown to her, has changed the lives of several of those people forever. 

Once again, please note the subject category of this particular book.

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Chapter One: No introduction needed.

Mary Koutusis looked at the list of phone calls she had missed, crinkling her nose as she scanned the list of names. Greg Mullin led the hit parade with a brace of calls, but Brianna was on there once too, and even Tracy Mullin had given her a ring.

Her old teacher Lloyd Anderson had called as well, but there were no calls from the two people she most wanted to hear from; Johanna and Colin Heath.

Mary had gotten up the courage to call Johanna a few days after their rendezvous at the cabin, but the silver-haired lesbian had been strangely aloof during the call, almost as if she was under orders not to stay involved with her anymore.

"Not the way to treat somebody," Mary opined as she looked at the mirror, pushing her glasses back up the bridge of her nose. "Especially after you've fisted her."

The aching in all of her orifices had finally gone away, and now she was ready for action again. Mary still made time for her studies, but her first semester of college had proven to be just as easy for her so far as high school had been, so she had more than enough time for thinking about what had become her favorite past-time; sex.

How had she gone without it so long? That was the way Mary felt now, because after doggedly holding on to her chastity for 18 years, she was determined to make up for lost time, and there was so much that she didn't understand or didn't know about.

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Chapter Two: Movie time.

Looking over his shoulder every few seconds like a cornered rat, the sweat poured out of every pore of Lloyd Anderson's body as the video tape played on the television in the basement of his house, while upstairs his wife puttered around the kitchen.

On the screen, Mary was being undressed by her old teacher and the politician, and the two of them looked just like predators attacking a defenseless prey as they stripped the voluptuous teenager and slobbered all over her body.

He himself looked particularly disgusting, Lloyd noted, his eyes bugging out at the sight of those colossal breasts of hers. So full and so huge, they were the stuff that had only existed in his fantasies until Mary came along, and while he sucked on those amazingly plump nipples on the screen, his hand was slowly stroking his dick.

And then there was Mary's hair, all of it still intact for his enjoyment; from the thick wavy locks on her head, to the wild untamed jungle that guarded the sweet thing's pussy and spilled over onto the insides of her thighs, the rich brown hair was exquisite to touch and delicious to taste.

Lloyd's groin started to tingle, as it always did when he reached this part of the tape, and while it would have been nice to have had the camera zoom in for a close-up while he had buried his mouth under Mary's arm and licked the abundant hair that surrounded his face, he was content to enjoy what he had as a remembrance.

Lloyd came inside the sock he had slipped onto his dick, containing the mess his ejaculation made, while the tape played on. He came just as hard as he had that very night, and at that very same time as well, cumming all over Mary's thigh from the excitement of being able what he wanted to do to the teen.

The rest of the tape was still enjoyable, but much less so. Too many times Lloyd would be reminded about how much less manly he was compared to Greg Mullin or Colin Heath. Especially Heath, who seemed to delight in waving his cock around close to his own, as if to accentuate his superior endowment to Mary.

That was probably why Mary hadn't called him back, and in reality Lloyd could understand why. Colin Heath was a mover and a shaker, with a lot of money, Robert Redford-like looks, and a big cock. And who was he? An aging teacher with little money, a bored and boring wife and a 5 inch dick.

Even he couldn't make a case for himself if he had the chance. End of story, Lloyd said as he turned off the tape. Colin Heath, the dirt-bag somehow always looked like the suave and sophisticated man about town, even when chewing on the frightened girl's tits as excitedly as everybody else. Guys like him always get the girl in the end.

At least I have the tape, Lloyd mumbled as he took it out of the VCR and hid it in his special place. Being a thief was appalling, but in this case he would give himself a pass, because he knew that swiping that surveillance tape would give him years of pleasure in the future. 

Colin Heath's fault for having the place bugged in the first place, Lloyd thought in justifying his action. Besides, if Heath ever became somebody famous, who knows how much it could be worth?

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Chapter Three: The Mullin family.

To say that the Mullin family was in disarray would be putting it mildly. Brianna was pouting around constantly, like she had lost her best friend forever. The vision of her father viciously fucking Mary in the ass down in the den would not leave her mind, and finding out that it had been consensual didn't make it easier to take either.

To think that her father had come into their bedroom and done things to Mary while she was in the next bed was unsettling, mostly because Brianna didn't understand it. Mary was her best bud and all, but she wasn't hot my any stretch of the imagination. Just a big pair of tits, Brianna thought, and hairy as a bear besides. Not smokin' looking like Mom, and not nearly as desirable.

If her Dad was going to start screwing around on Mom, he could have done much better. Brianna could think of several girls her own age that would probably do him in a heartbeat, especially since he was pretty cute and so well hung.

Brianna shuddered when she thought of that night, right after she and Mary had their fight. Dad had been around the house all day, acting really bummed out and all, and had started drinking late in the afternoon. Mom was out trying to close on a house with a client, so it was just the two of them.

When Brianna had seen how tipsy Dad was getting, she tried to get up the courage to ask him about his relationship with Mary, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. Besides, it wasn't like Mary had lied about it - she had seen the proof with her own eyes.

She also wanted to ask him why he never made a move on her. That, Brianna could understand. Being really good looking, and dressing around the house the way she always did, you would think that he would have made a move by now. Even though it would be yucky, it was almost insulting in a way that he never did.

Even today, Dad hardly blinked when she had walked around the house wearing that pink camisole and shorts outfit that did little to hide her goodies, and just did his own things, which were repairing the rail on the deck and drinking.

Brianna called Mary when night fell, but she didn't pick up. The bathroom door was closed, and the shower was running, and when Brianna went by the room she found herself standing by the door and trying to peek in through the space by the edge, not to avail.

How weird is this, Brianna thought as she went back to her room to wait for her father to get done, too lazy to go downstairs and use the one down there.

While flipping through her phone messages and texting Jeff, Brianna could hear her father stumbling around out in the hall. It was funny to hear him bouncing off the walls, but sad in a way too, because Dad was always the one in control.

"The only people that should be staggering around drunk in the Mullin house is - me," Brianna mumbled to herself, and giggling at that, continuing to laugh when she heard a loud thump from down the hall.

Needing to use the bathroom, Brianna left her room and went in the steamy room to tinkle, and when she came out she looked down toward her parents room. The door was not quite closed, and so Brianna went down there - just to check and make sure Dad hadn't broken his neck or something.

Her father had made it to bed, or just about. He was on his stomach with most of his body on the bed, but his right leg was hanging off. Brianna entered the room and walked over to the side of the bed, trying to think of a way to get him all the way on the mattress so he didn't fall off.

Weird seeing your father naked, Brianna thought as she looked down at her father sprawled on the bedding. Nice body for an old guy, Brianna thought. Just a little thick around the waist, and he had a cute butt too.

While trying to get herself to grab his leg and pull it onto the bed with the rest of him, her eyes went below his ass. His left leg was bent in a way that left his stuff visible, and Brianna could clearly see the underside of his nut sack and the end of his dick.

He had a nice pair of balls on him, but what caught Brianna's attention was seeing the underside of his dick. Dad wasn't circumcised, and it looked weird seeing that brownish tube with just the tip of the head peeking out.

Not believing her own actions, Brianna found herself grabbing her father's furry thigh and lifting the hanging limb with all her might. Dad mumbled something but Brianna kept lifting until he rolled onto his back.

Brianna jumped back as her father's body came to rest, all of him safely on the mattress. He mumbled something else, and Brianna didn't know what to do.

"Just helping you get into bed," Brianna said softly.

"Good," her father said in a heavily slurred voice. "You're so good Mary. Miss you."

Brianna's eyes had gone straight to his private parts, taking her first-ever look at her father naked. She had seen all the rest of him, like when he was wearing bathing trunks, so it was only natural for her to be curious.

At least that was the way Brianna justified standing by the side of her parents bed looking at her father's dick, and as she looked at the long cocoa-colored penis that hung limply on his hip, she had to admit that Mary had been right. The old guy Mary had been seeing did have a pretty big dick. Must be four or five inches long soft.

Brianna's hands were shaking, and she was dying to touch his cock - to see what it felt like. She had never seen an uncut cock before, except on the Internet, and she was dying to know what it was like to slide the foreskin down.

"You know what I want," Dad mumbled, or at least Brianna thought that was what he said.

"What?" Brianna asked.

"Know," he mumbled. "Suck."

His hand was reaching down, searching for his cock, and when he found it, he began to pull on it himself, giving it a few long slow pulls. Brianna stood there frozen, unable to move either way while back on the bed, Greg Mullin was in his own world, oblivious to his daughter's presence.

"C'mon baby," he said, letting go of his cock and letting his arm fall to his side. "Never hurt you for anything."

Brianna heard a loud breathing that resembled a locomotive engine, and realized that it was coming from her own chest. Her knees were shaking and she felt really lightheaded as well. She knew she should leave the room right that minute, but for some reason she couldn't. What was worse - her hand was moving down to her father's cock.

Her pale fingers were in stark contrast to the darker hue of her father's manhood, which was laying on his lower belly up near his belly button. For the longest time Brianna's hand hovered just above the roots of his cock, close enough to feel the heat radiating from his loins.

Greg Mullin's body twitched when his daughter's hand landed on the area between the base of his member and his balls, and Brianna jumped herself with that movement. When her father made no other movement she let her hand slide slowly along the underside of his flaccid cock, right up to the edge of his foreskin before moving it back down again.

Brianna eased herself onto the bed, sitting on the very edge next to her Dad's hip, and resumed the light stroking of his dick. It began to get a little longer and thicker as her gentle stroking continued, and when she finally got up the courage Brianna's hand picked up the rubbery hose and held it straight.

Brianna had a bit of trouble in keeping the floppy dick upright after lifting it off of the bed of pubic hair it had been resting in. She could see the outline of the head of his cock through the foreskin, and when she moved her grip downward, the tip of the head peeked out from under the hood.

The cock felt heavy in her hand, warm and moist and weighty, and when she began to move her hand up and down she could feel him start to get hard. He started to make sounds that resembled mooing as his daughter's little hand worked up and down the shaft.

Brianna had the foreskin down now, and was letting her hand rub over the flared rim of his glans, and when a pearl of cum appeared on the tip of his dick, she leaned over and licked it clean.

Her father was mumbling now, totally incomprehensible, and while keeping her eyes fixed on her father's face, she let her lips slide down the crown.

His dick was pretty big, Brianna thought as her mouth began to slide up and down the end of her father's member. To think that this had been in Mary's pussy - her mouth - even her ass, sent a shiver down her spine.

This was wrong. That thought became overwhelming, and finally Brianna took her father's cock out of her mouth and set it back on his stomach. What had she been doing?

"Mary... please," Greg Mullin groaned as the pleasant feeling suddenly stopped. "Close. So close. Please."

Brianna brought her hand down again - down to the very base of his cock, and began rubbing hard on the underside of the stump and the upper area of his scrotum. Her father's hips began moving into the pressure while he began breathing heavily while his legs wiggled around.

Then came a soft moan, followed by a series of milky white spurts that spouted from his cock, landing on his belly. In seconds it was over. His cock deflated quickly, and Brianna let go of his now-flaccid cock, letting it fall over onto his hip again. A long stringy rope of his seed was hanging from the opening of the head of his cock, which had retreated back under his foreskin.

Brianna got up from the edge of the bed, and while her father kept murmuring stuff that she couldn't decipher, she slipped out of the room and back down the hall.

"I'm going to hell," Brianna said to her empty room before slipping under the sheets, and when she noticed that she had left her bedroom door ajar, she wasn't sure whether she had done that intentionally or not, but she didn't get up to close it either.

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Chapter Four: Revelations.

Gerald Koutusis had seen the limo pull up to the house; after all, while this was a very nice neighborhood it was still strange to see such a thing, and it got Gerald thinking.

Entering Mary's room, he poked around for something that might shed some light on the mysterious limo. Gerald didn't much care for invading his teen-aged daughter's private space, which is why he had done it rarely over the years.

The fact that Mary had been such a quiet and reserved girl up until the last few months made it easier to trust her, but things were definitely changing. Her manner of dress had become much like other girls her age, and that wasn't like her at all.

Casually, Gerald lifted a brassiere from the closet doorknob where it had been hanging, holding it up and shaking his head at the size of the massive cups of the harness.

The fancy tag at the back of the elastic caught Gerald's eye, and upon further inspection he noted that the garment came from a fancy shop in the city. Limos and $100 custom fitted bras? Where was Mary coming up with the money for clothing like this? The answer must be simple. The guy who sent the limo for her.

"42E," Gerald mumbled as he looked at the tag closer. The guy must be a tit man, whoever he is, and Gerald was surprised that he wasn't more upset about realizing that his little girl was probably no longer a virgin.

Had to happen sometime, Gerald reasoned, and the way guys were so obsessed with breasts it was no surprise that Mary would get snapped up. A 42 inch bust-line does gather attention, and it must have gotten the attention of somebody older than her. Kids don't hire limos to pick up girlfriends.

Sitting down at Mary's computer, Gerald lifted the mouse-pad and saw the password that Mary had conveniently written there. Seconds later Gerald was in Mary's world, and it was a far different world than Gerald would have suspected.

"Son of a bitch," Gerald muttered aloud when he came across the background picture.

The sight of a naked Greg Mullin, smiling with the dick hanging down, should have pissed Gerald off. It didn't, for some reason, although the other two pictures he came across did raise his blood pressure some.

There was a picture of Mary in what looked like a motel room, clad only in the briefest of tank tops and a pair of panties. The tiny white tank-top was overwhelmed by Mary's gigantic breasts, which were trying to make the fabric explode off of her.

Why wasn't he turned on by this? Gerald still feel a little stirring in his loins as he looked at the picture of his little girl all grown up, but the fact that she looked so similar to her mother must be the reason. Mary was just an even bustier version of Anna, and reminded Gerald just how little she excited him these days.

An even hairier version of Anna, Gerald noted as he saw the hair curling out from the elastic of Mary's panties. Guess that must be my genes responsible for that, Gerald surmised before clicking on to the next photo.

The next shot was more disturbing. Mary looking up at the camera with her lips wrapped around a cock, most likely Greg Mullin's. Those lush red lips were way down the shaft of his cock, so close to the base that his pubic hair was almost touching her nose.

That was the clincher, Gerald decided as he removed the evidence of his tampering and left the room. He was going to get his as well. Somehow, someway, Gerald made up his mind that he was going to fuck Tracy Mullin, just like he had always wanted to.

The thought of that willowy blonde underneath him, screaming as he pounded her into a mattress, made him start to get hard instantly.

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Chapter Five: Daddy.

Brianna leaned on the back of her father's chair as he sat at the kitchen table, and when she leaned over and kissed him on the top of the head he looked up at his daughter and smiled.

"Not going out tonight, Bree?"

"No," Brianna answered, smelling the scotch on her father's breath.

"Oh," Greg Mullin said. "Uh - don't see much of Mary these days."

"No, we're kinda not speaking."

Not speaking since that night a few weeks ago when I saw you fucking her in the ass down at the den and we had that fight, was what Brianna wanted to say, but didn't.

Brianna didn't want to make her father mad. Far from it. She wanted to make him horny. That was why she told her boyfriend Jeff that she was sick. It was all part of the plan. Brianna wanted what her Dad had been giving Mary all these months.

Ever since that night when she had followed her father into his bedroom, she had wanted him. Brianna had replayed those few minutes in her mind over and over again, and she couldn't get the vision of her father's beautiful cock out of her mind. 

Now all she had to do was make sure her father didn't get too drunk. He had been drunk that night, and he hadn't gotten really hard even when he came. Brianna wanted to see how big her Dad's dick got when he was stiff. She wanted to feel him inside of her. Even in her ass if that was what he wanted.

Problem was that her father didn't seem to be paying much attention to her, even though she was wearing the briefest shorts possible and her top left little to the imagination.




Mary's Evolution: Book 09



"Mom's out," Brianna said, kneading her father's shoulders. "We've got the place to ourselves."

"Can we talk, Daddy?" Brianna asked.

"Sure honey."

"Not here, Daddy," Brianna said as she waved her arm around the kitchen. "Follow me."

Brianna led her father down the hall to her bedroom. Greg Mullin was walking a little unsteadily, a fact that was not lost on her daughter.

"Here, sit down here," Brianna said as she helped her father over to the edge of the bed.

"Mary's bed," Greg mumbled, patting the mattress.

"I know, Brianna said, standing right in front of father. "I know about you and Mary."

"Huh?" Greg replied, squinting his eyes as he looked up at Brianna.

"I know that you and Mary were having an affair," Brianna repeated. "She had told me about it - not about you but about this older man she was fucking."

"But you don't..."

"And I saw you too down in the den," Brianna said as she cut her father off. "I saw you fucking her in the ass over the beck of the couch."

"Oh no," Greg Mullin said, trying to get up but kept in place by his daughter's hands on his shoulders.

"It's okay," Brianna said, pulling her father's face to her chest as he began sobbing. "It's alright."

"I miss her," Greg Mullin said between sobs, her face against Brianna's breast.

"I know," Brianna replied, leaning a bit backward. "I do too, but at least we have each other. She told me what you like. Mary, I mean, before I knew the man she was talking about was you."

"What?"

"She told me you like big boobies," Brianna said, crossing her arms as she grabbed the bottom of her blouse before slowly lifting it up over her head.

"I don't have big boobies," Brianna explained, although no explanation was need as she stood inches away from her father, naked to the waist with her arms still stretched up over her head. "See?"

Greg Mullin shook his head, not wanting to but unable to look away from the sight of his daughter's perky little tits and their tiny pink caps.

"She told me other stuff you like," Brianna continued, letting her right hand come down to her left armpit, "I know I'm nothing like Mary, but I'll let it grow for you if you want. See?"

Greg's eyes followed Brianna's fingers as they ran up and down the narrow little strip of strawberry blonde hairs that graced the center of Brianna's underarm, feathering the hairs that were barely more than peach fuzz.

"You like that, Daddy?" Brianna asked, reaching down and taking her father's hand and bringing it up for him to do what she herself had been doing. "Mmm... that feels nice. Don't stop. Use your tongue too."

Greg Mullin's head was shaking no, but his hand was moving, stroking the moist hairs under Brianna's arm and then massaging her perky little breast as well as his tongue began to dance over the tiny patch of silky soft fuzz in his daughter's moist and lightly scented armpit.

"That's it, Daddy," Brianna cooed as her father began sucking on her breast, almost taking the entire bud in his mouth as he nibbled on her. "There's more too, Daddy."

Brianna tugged her shorts down and wiggled out of them, kicking them off of her ankles and making herself naked except for her pink socks.

"See how I'm letting my pussy hair grow too?" Brianna said. "Mary said that you liked that. It'll take a while for it to grow in, but I'll do it for you."

Greg looked at his daughter's pussy, with the faint blonde down that had grown in a tight V around her raised mound.

"I can't," Greg insisted.

"Stand up, Daddy," Brianna said, helping him to his feet. "Last week you got drunk and after you took a shower, I helped you into bed."

"You did?" 

"Yes, I saw your dick and it was big just like Mary said it was," Brianna explained. "I sucked on it for a little while, and then I got you off by hand."

"No, please Bree," Greg mumbled, but his daughter was already on her knees, taking his slacks and shorts down, and then his cock was in her hand.

"I want you, Daddy," Brianna said, stretching out his flaccid member before taking it in her mouth.

"Can't do this," Greg kept mumbling repeatedly, but he stood there and looked down at the blonde head kept bouncing in front of him, and through the tears and protestations there was no getting over the fact the when Brianna's mouth came off of his cock, it was hard.

"It's beautiful. I want your big dick in me," Brianna said coldly, sliding the foreskin all the way back on the glistening cock that was pointed at her face.

Brianna turned and fell onto the bed, taking her father down with her. Somehow, Greg managed to fall right on top of Brianna, or maybe it was by design, because as he landed on her, Brianna's hand was bringing his cock to her opening.

"No!" Greg cried out as he felt his cock plunging into Brianna, but his cry was drowned out by Brianna's wail as his cock burrowed deep inside of her.

She was wet, but her pussy was so tight that it felt like she was a virgin to both of them, and as her father impaled her to the hilt Brianna grabbed at his ass cheeks, squeezing them and urging him to thrust into her.

After only a couple of seconds, Brianna started to cum. Arching her back as she clawed at her father's shoulders, her body thrashed around beneath him as the orgasm washed over her.

Greg felt himself cumming too, his cock spurting helplessly deep inside his daughter as he watched her eyes roll back in her head while her mouth opened wide.

"Come back, Daddy. Please," Brianna cried out as Greg rolled off of the bed and staggered out of the room, his dick still dripping as he stumbled into his own bedroom.

"It was good," Brianna mumbled to the door that had swung closed, and as she got up to pick up her father's clothes from the floor, she felt his cum oozing out of her pussy and down the insides of her thighs.

"I'm sorry, Daddy," Brianna said to her father, who was sobbing in his own bed, and as she set his clothes on the chair she told him, "It was my fault. Didn't you like doing me?"

"That was wrong," Greg said, turning his face away from the pillow. "I can't believe you..."

"We, Daddy," Brianna said, correcting her father. "We did it. We liked it too, didn't we? You came as soon as you put your big dick inside of my tight little pussy, and I came quick too, so don't tell me how wrong it was."

"But it really was good for me," Brianna said as she knelt on the bed beside her father, rubbing his back before letting her hand slide down further. "Really good, even if it didn't last long."

"I know you can last longer than that," Brianna said, letting her hand slip down the crevice between her Dad's buttocks. "Mary told me how good you were, back when I didn't even know that you were the guy she was talking about doing. She told me everything about you. Everything she did to you and everything she said you like."

"Please," Greg whimpered as he felt Brianna's hands spreading his ass cheeks apart. "Don't."

"I never did this before," Brianna said, letting her fingers rub against her father's puckered anus, "But Mary told me how much you like it. Told me how it would get you hard no matter what."

"And that's what I want, Daddy," Brianna said seconds before her tongue burrowed into his ass. "I want you hard again. I don't care how. You can even call me Mary if you want."

Greg's voice protested, but his body spoke differently, and even as he cried no he was lifting his lower torso up off of the bed, giving his daughter a better angle in which to rim him.

"I'm sick," Greg whimpered into the pillow as Brianna's inexperienced but eager tongue snaked into his ass, and when her hands slipped down between his legs and began milking his cock, he felt the unmistakable surging of blood through his already thickening organ. "Sick."

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Mary's Evolution: Book 10



This Book, like the others in the series, hopefully can be read as separate entities, and if the reader finds the story interesting he or she can investigate the tale from the beginning.

Mary's Evolution was originally going to be put up here in one piece as a novel/novella, but I thought that since there were so many things in the story that were likely to offend as easily as titillate, I decided to break the story up into segments that were clearly marked.

Mary Koutusis, for those new here, is an 18 year old girl who up until recently had been a portly virgin who was content with a life of scholarly honors. Once her best friend's father took a liking to her, Mary began to change in every way imaginable, losing some weight while experiencing a rather abrupt change in her libido. 

Now, having moved out of the sphere of influence of her first lover, Greg Mullin, she had her sights on Colin Heath, the state assemblyman who had managed to cast his spell over Mary.

Mary's Evolution: Book Ten

***

Chapter One: Colin Heath here.

"Hi!" Mary said in a voice that betrayed how badly she had wanted to hear that voice on the other end of the phone, and as she eased herself into the computer chair and brought up the picture of the tall, handsome politician that was her background image, she immediately felt the moistness between her legs. "I hadn't heard from you in a while and I was getting worried."

"Busy time for me, I'm afraid," Colin Heath replied. "Plus, there's a lot of things going on for me lately."

"Good things?"

"I think so," Colin responded. "But I thought that this might be a good weekend for us to get together."

"You and me?" Mary said excitedly.

"Yes, and there's somebody else I would like you to meet as well."

"Somebody else?" Mary said in a tone that indicated her disappointment.

"Yes. Someone very important to me. Someone who has helped make me what I am today," Colin explained. "I've spoken so much about you that she really wants to meet you in the flesh."

"She?" Mary said.

"Yes. I think it's essential you meet the people that are important to me. The ones that have helped me so much over the years. That is, if you want to be part of my life."

"Yes!" Mary exclaimed too loudly, and kicked herself while she flicked through the photos she had gotten from his campaign stuff on line. "I mean, sure."

"Because I thought we really seem to click together, don't you Mary?"

"Oh yeah," Mary said with a giggle.

"I'm here in Washington in my hotel room," Colin lamented. "Wishing you were here."

"I wish I was too," Mary said.

"If you were here, what would you do?"

"Anything you wanted," Mary heard herself saying.

"Those things we did last time," Colin recalled. "Did you like that?"

"Yes. It hurt, but I liked it."

"You seemed to like Johanna. I guess it's safe to say that you like women too."

"I guess so," Mary agreed. "I like Johanna."

"Have you had any other experiences with women?"

"Just with my best friend," Mary confessed, leaving out that little escapade with Tracy Mullin out in the driveway.

"Ah yes, the little blonde - what's her name? Brianna is it?"

"Yeah," Mary said, sounding confused. "How do you know about her?"

"Colin Heath knows all," he chuckled. "Knows all and tells nothing. A good policy to have, isn't it? Do you know what I'm doing right now, besides talking to you?"

"I'm looking at you," Colin said without waiting for a response from a bewildered Mary. "Looking at you and talking to you and doing something to myself. Care to guess?"

"Jerking off?" Mary giggled.

"Give that lady a cigar," Colin announced, and while she wasn't exactly right, the idea was the same.

The device he had slipped onto his cock was doing the work for him, and all he had to do was lit the switch and let his auto-suck device do the work.

"What are you doing, my dear?" Colin asked.

"Looking at pictures of you. From the net," Mary explained. "Your wife - she's very pretty," Mary added while looking at the distinguished looking redhead posing next to Colin in the campaign photos, who certainly was attractive.

"You can tell her that when you meet her," Colin said. 

"Huh? I don't want to meet her. I want you."

"You shall and you will. So tell me, are your nipples hard?"

"Yes," Mary admitted. "They always are when I'm thinking about you."

"Mmm... that's nice to hear. Extraordinary nipples you have Mary. How I wish you were here right now, looking up at me from between my legs as your lips slide all the way down my cock. You're such an incredible cocksucker, you know that?"

"So I've been told," Mary said. "It helps that you've got such a beautiful cock."

"Do tell."

"It's so long and beautifully shaped," Mary said, her hand going down between her legs as she pictured the guy on her monitor naked. "The way it tapers down makes it seem like it was designed especially for my mouth - and throat."

The breathing on the other end of the phone was getting deeper and louder, and Mary's own legs were twitching as she stroked herself.

"You still shaving your armpits?"

"Every day," Mary said. "Told you I'm like a werewolf."

"You liked it when Johanna shaved you. I could tell."

"Yes. I wish she would do it for me every morning. I never can get myself as smooth as she did." 

"That's because you're such a hairy little wench," Colin said. "I'm going to cum soon."

"I wish I was there to swallow it," Mary said.

"Me too," Colin grunted. "Just thinking about that hairy pussy and those big jugs of yours makes me wild."

"Just think how much fun we could have if we were ever all by ourselves," Mary said hopefully.

"Soon," Colin said as the device began taking him to orgasm. "This weekend will be - interesting."

"I haven't had sex in like, days. I'm so horny I could scream," Mary said.

"Go ahead. Scream if you want."

"Can't. My parents are home."

"Then tell me what you're going to do to me."

"I'm gonna suck your cock until you beg for mercy," Mary explained. "I want you to put your cock between my breasts and..."

"Tits," Colin grunted. "Not breasts."

"Between my tits," Mary said. "I'm going to squeeze my tits around your cock until you cum all over my face, and then I'm going to lick your asshole until you get hard again, and then..."

"ARRRGH!" Colin groaned as he filled the sleeve of the device with his ejaculation, and the sounds he made blended with Mary's stifled whimpering as she sunk to her knees with the force of her orgasm.

"That was good," Colin said eventually, sliding the device off of his cock and looking at the pool of semen he had deposited inside of it. "This weekend, right Mary? The car will pick you up at 7 Friday."

"Who is this woman that you want me to meet?" Mary asked.

"Someone very important to me, like I told you. It will be a very nice evening."

"I don't want a nice evening. I want you to fuck me like an animal. Come on," Mary said playfully. "Give me a hint."

"Must everything be about sex?"

"No, but almost everything," Mary said with a giggle.

"You'll be meeting my psychiatrist," Colin replied just before disconnecting the call. "Seven o'clock."

***

Chapter Two: Meeting at the cabin.

Mary ran out to the limousine, which was a couple of minutes early, and as she ran out the the car she could see her father looking out the window at her. Something that was going to be tough to explain, Mary thought as the tall black guy driving the limo opened the door for her, but that would be for tomorrow.

Mary could feel the driver's eyes on her as she climbed into the backseat, and when her short skirt rode up a bit high she made no effort to keep it down, giving the sharp dressed guy a good long look at her creamy white and slightly plump thighs before he closed the door.

What a feeling it was to be gawked at by people, Mary thought to herself, especially after all those years of covering herself up. Still a little chubby, but maybe she could get rid of those reminders of the Mary of the past from her butt and thighs.

Her waist was still a bit thick too, Mary admitted as the limo pulled away from her house, but the way her boobs hung down hid most of the evidence of that. The boobs - well, it appeared that they were not going anywhere. To think of how ashamed she had always been of them in the past. Nowadays she wore clothes designed to draw attention to them, and the way she felt when she got looked at was beyond description.

Like the way the limo driver kept glancing back at her in the rear view mirror. He had subtly tried to look up her skirt when she got into the car, and he was the same guy that had driven her up to the cabin the last time. He had been checking out her breasts last time, but given the very conservative way she was dressed tonight - blue blazer and matching skirt, with a white sleeveless top underneath - it was nothing very provocative, unless she took off the blazer.

"You take a lot of people up to the cabin?" Mary asked through the open glass panel at the driver, who smiled when he saw Mary take off the blazer.

"I took you up not long ago," he said with a smile.

"I know. I remember," Mary said, feeling her nipples push out the fabric of the bra and blouse. "I meant other people. Other women."

"Like I said, I do remember taking you up a while back."

"Oh, I get it. You're the strong, silent type. Don't like to drive and tell?" Mary said with a smile.

"That's right."

"Too bad," Mary said, looking at the thickly padded seat and wondering what it would be like to have sex in a limo. 

The driver was good looking enough, and certainly seemed interested enough in her body. Maybe not fucking, because it would be bad form to show up at the cabin with her pussy full of cum, but giving some head would take the edge off of her nerves. This meeting Colin's psychiatrist - what was up with that?

Maybe just another way of getting into her head. Colin liked to do that, just as Greg had before. It had affected her enough to dress in this business-like manner for tonight, and made her apprehensive about what was in store for her.

"Am I supposed to tip you?" Mary asked innocently. "I'm not used to this sort of thing."

"No, ma'am," the driver said. "I'm well compensated."

"Does Mr. Heath do a lot of business with your company?"

"Mr. Heath is the company."

"You mean," Mary said as she tried to understand. "You work for Mr. Heath?"

"Correct."

"Oh, I didn't know that," Mary said. 

"And now you do."

"Guess there's a lot of things I don't know," Mary mused.

"I guess we could all say that."

"Does that mean I couldn't show you my appreciation for driving?" Mary asked while biting her lower lip and staring at the rear view mirror.

"Afraid not," the driver said. 

"Hope it isn't because you don't find me..."

"This is a great gig," the man said. "And I plan to keep it, no matter how uh... big," the driver said, pausing while adjusting the mirror downward. "The temptation."

"But Mr. Heath lets you look, and talk, I see."

"Correct. He doesn't mind what kind of conversations I engage in as long as the passenger initiates it, and he doesn't mind my looking at whatever the lady - wants me to see."

"Interesting," Mary said, adjusting her skirt so that she could ease her left leg up on the seat while stretching her arm over the back. "How do I look?"

"You look fine, ma'am."

"You can call me Mary."

"No, I can't ma'am, but thank you. And you do look fine."

"Thanks."

"I see you got rid of the hair under your arms," the driver said as he readjusted the mirror.

"Oh," Mary said, feeling the color rise in her cheeks. "I guess you really are observant. You didn't care for the hair either, I take it?"

"Like I said, I can look, but the hair didn't move me one way or the other," the driver explained. "Frankly, you have many other parts that interest me more."

"That's more like it," Mary giggled. "So what would you think about pulling over to the side of the road and coming back here so I could suck your cock?"

"I think that sounds like a wonderful idea."

"You'd like to do that?"

"Of course I would!"

"Well?" Mary said after the car continued flying down the road.

"You told me to think about it and asked me if I would like to do it, ma'am. As for doing it, I'm afraid that I can't, but I do appreciate the offer. And Mr. Heath will be amused when I tell him about it."

"You're going to tell him what I said?" Mary asked.

"Absolutely," the driver assured Mary as the car began the bumpy ride up the dirt road to the cabin.

"No need to worry about that, ma'am," the driver said as he pulled up to the cabin. "It's not like he's going to get mad as you for coming on to me like you did. Matter of fact, Mr. Heath - he likes to hear things like that."

*** 

Chapter Three: The psychiatrist.

"Mary!" Colin exclaimed loudly and dramatically as he opened the door with a flourish, ushering the nervous teenager into the den of the cabin, and as he gave her a hug Mary saw the other guest over by the bar.

A tall willowy woman with brilliantly red hair that fell to her shoulders was holding a drink and looking amused at the scene that unfolded at the doorway. As Colin led Mary over to the bar, Mary was trying to think about who the woman reminded her of, but she was drawing a blank as the three of them met in the corner.

"This is my... psychiatrist," Colin said, and Mary noticed the subtle glances between the two of them while trying to figure out how she recognized the woman.

She was probably around Colin's age, perhaps in her middle 40's, but she was a stunning woman for any age. Smooth skin and a shapely body, the redhead was almost as tall as Colin was, which made her a good foot taller than Mary.

The redhead was wearing a beautiful floral print short-sleeved dress, which showed a lot of her slender and shapely long legs as well as revealing much of her arms, which were coated with a galaxy of freckles all the way up to where the sleeves started at her biceps.

"Colin's being funny - or at least trying to be," the woman said in a cutting tone, and as she extended her hand Mary's eyes were dazzled by the enormous diamond that sparkled on her slender ring finger. "I'm Whitney, and you must be Mary."

Mary's face turned ashen, and she looked to Colin for assistance. Colin's only help was to shrug his shoulders and hand her a vodka and tonic before moving toward the door.

"I'll let you two get acquainted," Colin said, and in a flash he was out the door.

"There's no reason to be upset," the woman Mary now recognized suggested. "I take it you know who I am."

"Yes," Mary said, her heart jumping when she heard the sound of a car starting up outside, followed by the sound of tires flying down the gravel road. "You're Mrs. Heath. Colin's wife."

"Let's relax," Whitney said, escorting Mary over to the rustic couch. "You look like you need to sit down."

...

Chapter Four: Apologies.

"I'm sorry," Mary managed to say as she was led over to the couch.

"Sorry?" Whitney said with a laugh. "About fucking my husband or about me knowing about it?"

"Both, I guess," Mary said, after draining the glass. 

"Well, don't be," Whitney replied. "For the record, the name is Whitney Collier-Heath. Rather important really, at least the Collier part. You're probably familiar with the company of the same name. Cosmetics? Then again, maybe not. Colin says you're more of a natural girl."

"Heard of it," Mary nodded, and although she bought the cheaper stuff at the drug store, she knew of the pricier cosmetic line. "Uh - can I get another drink?"

"Help yourself Mary," Whitney said, and her eyes followed the girl as she walked over to the bar, noting her plump yet shapely calves as well as the voluptuous figure than moved beneath the painfully business casual outfit she was wearing.

Mary felt the woman's eyes on her as she made a strong drink with shaking hands, and when she got back to the couch she tried to compose herself enough to converse like an adult.

"Having trouble getting a handle on what's going on?" Whitney asked as Mary sat down at the other end off the sofa. "I can almost see the gears turning in your brain trying to figure it all out. Who is this old bag? Where's Colin off to?"

"Sort of," Mary confessed, and the thought that this elegant looking woman was going to pull out a hatchet and split her skull open had crossed her mind, although that was probably more a reflection of the many horror movies she had seen than anything Mrs. Heath said or did. "Not the old part though. You're beautiful. Even prettier than in the campaign photos."

"Those?" Whitney scoffed. "Oh yes, those are priceless, aren't they? Me holding onto an ear of corn pretending I've got a clue about how to grow it, or even cook it? Amusing, isn't it? It's all marketing. Selling the product. Can't have the wife of their representative seem to above that sort of thing. Part of the price you have to pay to get where you want to go." 

"I don't understand."

"You will, dear," Whitney said. Colin says you're quite intelligent - for your age."

"Where did he go? Your - Colin I mean."

"Off to Washington, I think. Has to kiss some important ass I think. You don't follow politics much do you, Mary?"

"No," she confessed.

"You will, or at least you should. If you want to get where you want to go, that is."

"I don't know where I'm going," Mary admitted, her eyes sheepishly traveling along the woman's body from her slender ankles right up to the prominent breasts that strained the floral print of her dress. "After seeing you, I don't know why I'm here. You're stunning looking. Compared to you, I'm..."

"Just what Colin is attracted to," Whitney said in cutting her off. "Thanks for the kind words though. I'm glad you find me attractive looking though, Mary. "

"He - Colin said you were his psychiatrist."

"I am, in a way," Whitney said. "That's my calling. Colin has great confidence in my opinion and values my guidance."

"As well as my money," Whitney said with a chuckle. "So when he told me about you, I thought we should get to know each other. I know a great deal about you, so it's only fair that you should know a little about me too, as well as Colin. That way, when you need to make a decision, you'll know what the score is."

"Decision?"

...

Chapter Five: Whitney and Colin.

"We met in college, and it was clear that we both had similar ambitions and dreams," Whitney began. "We also found out that we had other common interests, but I'll save that for later. Anyway, Colin had a dream. He wanted to be the President of the United States."

"I had an ambition of my own. I wanted to be Jackie Kennedy. A little before your time, but since I was a child I wanted to have my own Camelot, like the Kennedy's did. Being the First Lady was my ambition, and since my family had the money, all I needed was to hitch my wagon to the right horse. The horse I chose was Colin."

"Things didn't go as smoothly as I had hoped," Whitney continued. "After I put Colin through law school and we got married, he began to make his way through the system. Ward leader. City Council, and then this current thing as Assemblyman. Had a little bump in the road in the early going, as dear Colin has a problem keeping his rocket in his pocket, as you have figured out by now I'm sure."

"Anyway, a few years ago we thought that we were on the way. Colin was going to become a United States Senator," Whitney said. "Until a certain woman from Arkansas decided that she wanted it, that is. Now she's gone, and there's somebody keeping the seat warm for now, but not for long."

"Colin a United States Senator?" Mary asked.

"Next fall," Whitney declared with confidence.




Mary's Evolution: Book 10



"How can you be so sure?" Mary asked. "I mean, that would be awesome for Colin, but he would have to win the elction."

Whitney looked at Mary for a few seconds before bursting out into laughter. 

"I'm sorry, Mary, it's very easy to forget how young and naive you are," Whitney said, her eyes going down to the blazer which bowed out dramatically with each breath Mary took. "And you look much older in person in many ways. Why don't you take that blazer off, Mary? You seem rather warm with that on."

"I'm okay," Mary said, yet under the persistent and piercing glare of the older woman, Mary found herself undoing the blazer and slipping it off her shoulders.

Whitney Collier-Heath watched the young woman intensely, and despite her calm demeanor, when Mary took the blazer off there was a loud and very audible intake of breath that came from the older woman. That was followed by an even longer and louder exhale as the redhead's eyes stared brazenly at the white cotton top that struggled to contain the huge breasts it covered.

"Yes," Whitney said, trying to regain her own composure and return to the conversation. "It's more or less all over but the shouting. Colin will announce he's running for the seat in a couple of months. If there's a primary he will destroy whoever is foolish enough to contest the issue, and the general election is a foregone conclusion for our party in this state."

"That's amazing," Mary said, and she felt her nipples popping out under the careful scrutiny they were getting from Colin's wife.

"A term or two in the Senate, and then hopefully a run at the top spot," Whitney said.

"Why are you telling me all of this?" Mary asked.

"I have to keep Colin happy," Whitney declared. "You're very important to him."

"I am?"

"Of course," Whitney said. "He's very attracted to you. Certainly you know that. Frankly, I can see why. Physically you're even more impressive in person than you are on film, and that's saying something."

"On film?"

"The movie?" Whitney asked, and when she saw the confused look on the teen's face, she made a bit of a face but continued. "Then I assume you really don't know about the video - we thought you might have taken it."

"I don't know what you're talking about. What video?"

"Never mind," Whitney said. "What's important is that you're on board with us. Colin will need someone to assist him. Nothing major at first of course. You'll be a gopher to start, but as you catch on you'll get more important assignments."

"Are you talking about a job?" Mary asked. "I'm going to college now."

"I know," Whitney said. "SUNY at Albany. Doing quite well too. Dean's list most likely first semester."

"So you see I can't..."

"You'll be on an internship," Whitney explained. "Earning full credit for the time you work with us."

"I don't think the school administration will let me do that," Mary started to say, explaining that there was no way she could get away with doing something like that, but as her eyes went back up to meet Mrs. Heath's, Mary was met with an amused expression in return.

"It's already set," Whitney said. "Pending your approval, of course."

"I'd have to ask my parents," Mary said.

"If you wish," Whitney said, giving Mary a lecherous grin as she looked Mary over, with the redhead's eyes eyes stalling at the girl's heaving bosom. "Just remember that you're a big girl now."

"What would I do for Colin?"

"Everything you've been doing right along," Whitney replied. "Give him head. Let him fuck you when he needs it. Even pee on him for those special occassions."

"You know about all of that?" Mary responded.

"Of course," Whitney said. "Does that bother you?"

"Well - no I guess," Mary said. "Kind of surprised that it doesn't bother you though."

"Why should it?"

"He's your husband."

"Technically," Whitney informed her.

...

Chapter Six: Whitney.

"When we were back in college, Colin and I were mainly friends," Whitney explained. "We had sex a few times, but it was lousy for both of us. I knew what I wanted from Colin and it wasn't his cock, no matter how impressive a thing it is. As for Colin, he admitted that he was just going through the motions with me. After we got all that bullshit out of the way, we were able to be completely honest with each other. I was going to use him and he was going to use me."

"You mean that you don't love each other?"

"We respect each other. Love is for Hallmark cards and Senior Proms," Whitney snapped. "Do you actually think your parents are still madly in love with each other?"

"I don't know," Mary answered with a shrug. "I think so."

"How about your insurance man stud - what's his name? The guy with the uncut pecker? Is he still hot for the real estate slut he's been in a sham marriage with for so long?"

"Greg?" Mary asked, her head jerking upward when she heard the redhead describe her first love. "How do you know about him?"

"Your life is an open book, especially the way you've been living it," Whitney said. "So the answer is no. Colin and I have an unusual relationship. Unusual in that we were honest with each other from the start, instead of sneaking around behind each other's backs."

"You have a son."

"Adopted and safely off to boarding school," Whitney replied. "Even the dog in the campaign literature was a rental."

"So you don't care about Colin?"

"I didn't say that," Whitney said. "I respect him, and I've invested a whole lot in him. Both time and money. I think he respects me, and we get along very well, like successful business partners should."

"Sounds - I dunno. Cold."

"Welcome to the real world, Mary," Whitney declared. "Now that you know what you're getting into, here's the proposition. You take an intern position with the Heath for Senator team, and do whatever Colin needs you to do. You'll be well compensated for your services."

"Makes me sound like I'm a - you know," Mary said.

"Aren't we all?" Whitney suggested. "Even me, by sucking up to my old man for my inheritance back in the day, so don't get too depressed by the thought. And of course nobody is as big a whore as dear Colin."

"What if I don't do this?"

"Then you walk away," Whitney said. "You forget about Colin. Forget about ever seeing him again and go live your life. Be a computer programmer in a public sector job or something. Whatever you decide is fine. The one thing I suggest is that you never say so much of a word about Colin or myself. Nothing to anyone about what you did with him or what I've said to you. Your silence is not negotiable and any breech of your trust would be very unpleasant for not only you but yours as well."

"Regardless, this is for your cooperation this far," Whitney said, and as she spoke she handed Mary an thick envelope.

When Mary opened the envelope she almost dropped it, fumbling to keep the packet intact as she peeked at the wad of crisp bills, all of them with the same face on them.

"Well?" Whitney said.

"Um... I would say that's a lot of dead presidents," Mary opined as she gaped as the obscene wad of money. "Except that Ben Franklin was never one. I feel weird."

"How so?"

"It's just that when I did stuff with Colin, I wasn't - you know," Mary said hesitantly. 

"Nobody thinks you did it for anything other than your own pleasure," Whitney said. "You wouldn't be here if we did. Colin said that you were like a breath of fresh air. Very curious and open minded, and willing to try anything, not to mention your being cute in an unassuming way, and everything he said to me seems to be true."

Mary set the envelope down on the coffee table and took a deep breath, and as she did Whitney slid over on the couch nearer to her.

"There's an envelope like that for you every month," Whitney said, putting her hand on Mary's knee. "No questions asked. No taxes. No anything."

"I really like your husband," Mary admitted. "A lot. You need to know that."

"I know," Whitney said. "He likes you too, and he needs you for the campaign, and beyond. I like you too, Mary, if that matters to you."

"Well - sure," Mary said. "You're very nice."

"I'm hoping we can be good friends," Whitney said. "Remember that I told you about how Colin and I had confessed to each other what we really liked?"

"Yes."

"I remember the exact words we spoke like it was yesterday, even though it was over 25 years ago," Whitney recalled. "Girls with big breasts really turn me on. There's nothing better than putting my face in the clevage of a really busty girl and smothering myself - just crushing my head with her breasts." 

"That sounds just like Colin," Mary giggled.

"Actually, those were my words," Whitney said calmly. "Colin said, 'Wow, me too!' or something very similar.'"

Mary let out a gasp when the older woman's hand came up to her chest using her sculptured fingernail and with slow circular movements began to trace the outline of Mary's swollen nipple, which was sticking out through the fabric of the blouse and the bra beneath it.

"Amazing," Whitney said as she continued to scrape the fat nipple. "I knew I had to have you the minute I saw you with Johanna."

"How did you see me...?"

"Sssh," Whitney hissed. "Do you like what I'm doing to your nipple?"

"Yesss," Mary said, stuttering as her nipple throbbed.

"I guess opposites attract," Whitney said, her dazzingly white teeth sparkling as she smiled at Mary's reactions. "Your breasts are amazing."

"Yours are too," Mary started to say, but Whitney shook her head as she reached down and took Mary's hands.

Bringing the teenager's hands up to her breasts, Whitney let Mary's palms rest on her chest for a moment before putting her own hands on top of them and forcing the girl to squeeze them hard.

"Well?" Whitney asked, watching the shocked look on Mary's face as together their hands clamped down tightly on the spongy material beneath the clothing. "Like a Halloween costume I guess. Colin's idea, although I kind of enjoy it myself in a perverse way. Still interested?"

Mary's hands still gripped whatever was under the clothing, but nodded yes at Whitney, who helped her up off of the couch.

"Let's save the rest so that Colin can enjoy it," Whitney suggested as she fended off Mary's attempt to kiss her for the time being. "There's a phone on the bar over there. If you press '100' the limosine will be here in no time to pick you up if you would rather. Okay?"

Mary looked at the phone, popped open and sitting on the edge of the bar, and when they passed by it she reached over at picked it up. Biting her lip, Mary looked up at Whitney, who seemed shocked as she held the phone for a second before calmly flipping it closed and dropping it into a small novelty ceramic toilet that served as an unused ashtray at the edge of the bar.

...

Chapter Seven: In the bedroom.

Whitney Collier-Heath walked behind Mary, shepherding her past the bed and positioning her so that they were close to the camera. A special treat for Colin, Whitney thought as she stopped the girl and stood behind her.

The difference in their heights was so great that Whitney was able to rest her chin on the top of Mary's head as she leaned into the girl, running her hands down the teenager's arms while inhaling the scent of her hair.

Herbal Essence, Whitney detected as she crinkled her nose at the aroma, and she made a mental note to send the girl some quality stuff so that she would look and smell her best. Mary's wavy hair felt incredibly full and soft against her face as Whitney kept running her hands up and down her arms.

Glancing over at their reflection in the dresser mirror, Whitney saw Mary's eyes rolling around in her head, seeming to enjoy the feel of the hands stroking her arms, and the hairs on the girl's forearms were standing straight up in response.

Teasing Mary like this was enjoyable, but it was becoming unbearable for Whitney, as the sight of Mary's breasts was simply irresistable. When Whitney could hold back no longer, she let her hands move off of Mary's arms and cup her breasts.

"I've wanted to do this this moment I laid eyes on you!" Whitney gasped, a chill running down her spine as her long, supple fingers grabbed the massive breasts, kneading them roughly through the fabric of the blouse and the brassiere below.

For her part, Mary's body responded as well, her upper torso writhing and twisting as the older woman grabbed her tits roughly, churning and squeezing them for a moment until Whitney grabbed the bottom of the blouse and yanked it up over Mary's head.

Facing the mirror as well as the camera, Whitney pawed at Mary's breasts in the harness only briefly before deftly undoing the clasps in front that held the brassiere in place. When the last hook came free, the bra practically exploded off of Mary as her huge breasts burst free of their confinement.

"Omigod," Whitney gasped as she watched Mary's breasts fall free, and even though she had watched the video of her several times and had seen Mary's amazing tits before, actually seeing and touching them was a whole different experience.

So soft and so full, and so much better than the rock-hard silcone boobs that so many girls had these days, Mary's breasts were exquistely natural and quite responsive to the touch. Her nipples were outrageously large, and the auroelas that they were centered in were as big as drink coasters.

Whitney's fingers plucked at them like violin strings, causing Mary to squirm and lean back into her. The rougher Whitney's hands became, the more Mary responded, until they were both writhing like they were dancing to music that no one else could hear.

"Want to touch you," Mary whispered, but Whitney kept her positioned in front of her, kissing the top of her head while massaging her breasts.

Mary's arms came up, letting her fingers run through Whitney's fiery red locks, and as her arms came up, Whitney inhaled the aroma of Teen Spirit deodorant as it wafted up from Mary's underarms.

Underarms that were shaved, Whitney noted with a twinge of regret, and as she let her hands move over the girl she wished that she could have seen Mary in all her natural glory before she was shorn that night.

Whitney's fingers slid up and down the insides of Mary's upraised arms, feeling just the hint of five o'clock shadow that was already coating the slippery slopes of the teen's moist armpits, before her hands moved down to those irresistable breasts again. 

"This way," Whitney whispered in Mary's ear, and together they took a couple of steps backward, until Whitney felt the edge of the massive bed against the backs of her legs.

Sitting down, Whitney turned Mary around so that she was facing her. Now Mary's enormous breasts were right at eye level, and Whitney plunged her face right into the deep cleavage while gripping Mary's breasts with her hands.

The deep crevice was moist and hot, and Whitney licked the damp skin while squeezing Mary's breasts around her face. Whitney was wiggling on the bed, feeling her pussy practically dripping with excitement as she tongued her way over and wrapped her lips around the most plump and responsive nipple she had ever experienced.

"You're like every fantasy of mine come to life," Whitney gushed as she took her mouth off of the fat peg for a second before going right back to it, her hands finding the catch of Mary's skirt and tugging down the zipper with no resistance from the girl. 

The skirt fell down to the floor, and Whitney's hands ran all over the girl's fleshy thighs. Her fingers grazed the pubic hair that was peeking out of the elastic leg openings of Mary's panties, and she tugged gently at the wayward fur, delighting in its softness as she stretched out the dark curls as far as she could before letting them go.

Whitney leaned back, looking up at Mary who was watching her with eyes that seemed glazed. Do you want me as much as I want you, Whitney wondered? Not possible, Whitney concluded as she reached up and grabbed the top of her panties, feeling Mary's slightly doughy tummy against the backs of her fingers.

Whitney peeled the panties down slowly, savoring the sight of one of the largest and densest triangles she had ever seen. The dark jungle covered Mary's entire delta, and along with the visual thrill, Whitney shivered as she inhaled the musky and feral aroma that was pouring out of Mary's pussy, and it only took a second for Whitney's fingers to discover that the hair that lined Mary's opening was soaking wet.

"Oooh!" Mary moaned, her legs shaking as she felt Whitney's fingers slide along her pussy lips, and she had to grab Whitney's shoulders for support as she stepped out of the panties.

"Please," Mary whimpered, trying to hump the hand that was gently stroking her labia, and Whitney smiled at how spastic Mary was becoming, almost as if she was in heat and desperately seeking relief.

Whitney stood up and lowered her face to kiss Mary, and when their lips met Mary responded like an animal, clawing at the older woman and almost trying to swallow Whitney's tongue as they kissed. Whitney eased Mary down to the bed and instructed her to lay down, and as she did, Whitney smiled at the camera while reaching behind her head to undo her dress.

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Chapter Eight: Whitney Collier-Heath unwrapped.

As Whitney's fingers found the clasp on the back of her dress, she looked down at the voluputous teenager who was on the bed below her, propped up on her elbow with those incredible breasts hanging down to the bedding.

Mary had excitedly offered to help, but Whitney shook her head, wanting to do this her own way. A way that excited her for some strange reason, as well as delighting Colin, and as Whitney let the dress fall to the floor she pictured Colin's reaction while he would watch the video later with her.

His fist wrapped around his cock, he would be narrating the action for Whitney as it unfolded on the screen before them, asking questions and making comments until he would finally ejaculate under Whitney's amused observation.

What would it be like to play these games at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue, Whitney wondered as she calmly folded the dress and placed it on the back of the chair and went about slipping her pantyhose down in as lingering and sensuous a manner as a woman close to a half-century old could manage.

On the bed, Mary was a bundle of nerves as she visually examined the amazingly lithe body of the wife of her lover while she undressed, and despite this being just about the most unlikely thing Mary had expected to be doing when she arrived at the cabin, Mary was so taken by the cool confidence of the elegant redhead that it hardly mattered.

What an erotic looking body Mrs. Heath had, Mary thought as the woman slowly pulled the pantyhose down what had to be the longest legs she had ever seen. Her legs were so slender yet still had a nice shape to them, and there wasn't a hint of cellulite on her supple thighs either.

Mrs. Heath's entire body was like that, Mary noticed as the older woman straightened up and meticulously folded her hosiery. Mrs. Heath's body was as slender as a woman's body could possibly be, yet there were no jutting bones or gangly looking limbs like some of those heroin-chic models of the past.

Just miles and miles of the smoothest and palest skin imaginable, Mary noted, the stark china-white tone broken only by the galaxy of freckles that adorned Mrs. Heath's arms and shoulders in addition to her upper back and chest, giving her a hint of that farm-girl appearance shown in the campaign literature.

Now clad in just a bra and panties, Whitney surprised Mary by taking her lacy panties off first. She did this slowly as well, inching the sexy undies down at such as slow rate of speed that it didn't seem as if they were moving at all until the pale skin of Mrs. Heath's lower tummy was interrupted by the brilliant blaze of her pubic hair,




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The fact that there was hair there at all surprised Mary, who expected to see a waxed or shaved mound when it was exposed, but that was certainly not the case. Instead, a somewhat trimmed but definitely thick triangle of red hair stood out almost phosphorescently against the pale skin around it.

The panties fell down Mrs. Heath's legs, and when they hit the ground the woman didn't pick them up but merely stepped out of them, her eyes never leaving Mary's, and Whitney's heart raced as she saw what seemed to be the look of lust in her eyes. Face flushed and chest heaving, Whitney wondered whether Mary was wet as she watched her undress.

Mary had rolled over and was sitting on the edge of the bed now, wanting to get up and touch the exotic looking older woman, but she stayed perched on the bed only a foot or so away from her. That flaming red bush was so close that Mary could not only smell it, she could almost taste it as the scent wafted through her nostrils, and if Mrs. Heath's intention was to inflame Mary and make her crazy, mission accomplished.

"This is a Johanna design too," Whitney said, her voice sounding smoky and husky to Mary as the woman toyed with the lace on the cups of her long-line ivory brassiere. "An original - custom made for me. You like? 38D."

Whitney chuckled as she mentioned the size of the bra, and as she watched the girl nod in response she noticed the tiny droplets of sweat on Mary's forehead had started to trickle down her face, into the thick eyebrows and under her glasses, but while Mary blinked she made no move to wipe her brow but instead sat at attention before her as if in a trance.

"I hope you aren't going to be too disappointed," Whitney said while undoing the row of hooks on the front of the harness.

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Chapter Nine: Mary's reaction.

As Mrs. Heath undid the hooks of her bra, Mary fidgeted on the edge of the bed, the anticipation almost painful. She didn't know what to expect; when the older woman had placed Mary's hands on her breasts out on the den, Mary could tell that she was wearing a padded bra.

Indeed, on a woman as slender as Mrs. Heath, her chest did seem out of proportion, but then again, who am I to judge in that regard, Mary thought to herself. Maybe she had a mastectomy or something like that, she mused. Mary vowed to herself that she would not let that affect her in any way, because Mrs. Heath was so spectacular looking that not much could change that.

Mrs. Heath. Funny, Mary thought, thinking of her as Mrs. Heath. Indeed, a woman that had just seduced her, undressed her and was now doing the most provocative and senusual disrobing imaginable should not be thought of in that formal a manner, no matter how elegant she was.

Her name is Whitney, Mary kept saying. Not Mrs. Heath. Whitney, and now Whitney was done unhooking the bra at last, and as she opened the frilly foundation, Mary found herself making an audible reaction despite herself.

Mary stood up on shaky legs, not even aware of doing so, as Whitney shrugged the brasieere off of her shoulders and let the garment hang off her index finger for a second before letting it fall to the floor. Mary gave only a fleeting glance to the bra with the cups filled with foam padding, before looking back at Whitney.

The older woman stood there, her confidence still there but while she stood there naked in front of the teenager, she felt the same flash of insecurity that she always did at this time, which was mainly a product of a humiliating experience earlier in her life.

So as Whitney stood there, bringing her hands up to her chest and squeezing her plump nipples while waiting for a sign after Mary's initial shock wore off. The sign was not long in coming, for after her initial gasp of shock, Mary was taking the two steps needed to bridge the gap between them.

"So beautiful," Mary whispered as she looked up at the gazelle-like creature who towered above her, just before bowing her head and taking the strawberry-sized nipple into her mouth.

The rubbery bud tasted as sweet to Mary as the fruit it looked like, and any question of how sensitive Whitney's nipples were was answered when the older woman's body writhed while pulling Mary close to her chest.

"Not disappointed?" Whitney asked as Mary's mouth slid over to her left nipple while Mary's hand replaced her mouth on her right one.

"You're so gorgeous," Mary said breathlessly before going back to work on the nipple, with Whitney running her hands through Mary's hair.

Mary had no idea what she was expecting when Whitney's bra came off, although many scenarios had crossed her mind. None of them included the vision of an completely flat-chested Whitney Collier-Heath; not small boobies like Brianna's, but no breasts at all, except for the barely perceptible swells around her nipples.

And what nipples they were, Mary thought as her mouth devoured the puffy buds. They not only were the same color as strawberries, but they were shaped like them as well. Little red cones that jutted out from an otherwise flat surface yet made her look as stunningly female as a woman could be.

"You don't need these anymore, do you?" Whitney asked as she took Mary's glasses off of her, setting them on the night table before easing her down on the bed and burying her face into Mary's dense bush, finding the dripping opening with no problem.

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Chapter Ten: Sunrise.

Mary had dropped off to sleep for a few minutes, but as the sun began to rise and fill the bedroom with light, she rolled onto her side and looked over at Whitney who was sleeping, still every bit as stunning looking as she had been when they first met twelve hours ago.

There had been a few brief naps during that time, with Whitney's head often nestled sweetly in Mary's bosom, but then one of them would awaken, and all hell would break loose once more.

Whitney was a intensely passionate lover, quite unlike either of Mary's two previous feamle lovers in every way. Whitney was usually the aggressor, taking the lead as she led Mary through a myriad of positions and contortions, most of which settled on the older woman's infatuation with Mary's breasts, which hadn't waned for an instant all night and morning. 

Mary's nipples were sore from Whitney's constant attention, but it was a pleasant ache, and Mary was sure that Whitney was probably in a similar condition, since Mary had developed a fixation of her own with those magnificent nipples of Whitney's.

Now, with Whitney on her back, her chest rising and falling with her breathing, Mary yearned to take one of those nipples in her mouth again, but for the time being decided to let the older woman rest for now and just kept examining her visually.

Just tiny hints of the woman's age, around the eyes and the neck, but save those little signs she could have easily passed for a teenager. Maybe from feeling the girl's eyes on her, Whitney started to stir, and before too long she was awake, looking over at Mary with a wry smile.

"What are you up to?" the redhead said, running the back of her hand along the faint swirl of down around Mary's ear before putting her hand behind her head and stretching.

"Just looking," Mary said.

"Don't look too hard," Whitney cautioned. "By now I'm sure the carriage has started to turn back into a pumpkin."

"Not yet," Mary said, letting her hand slide over Whitney's flat stomach and up over her swollen nipples. "I'll let you know when you stop looking delicious."

"You are insatiable," Whitney sasid, chuckling as she saw Mary staring at her armpit, and when Mary persed her lips and blew gently into the deep hollow, the chuckle grew louder.

"It looks sexy on you," Mary commented as she watched her breath make the tiny wisp of red hair under Whitney's arm wave in the breeze. "I didn't think Colin liked that much."

"What Colin likes doesn't matter to me," Whitney said. "The tail doesn't wag the dog, does it?"

"Well, I like it," Mary said, leaning forward to plant a kiss on the modest spray of hair before letting her tongue slide up and down the fur, pasting the hair to her skin and causing Whitney to shiver.

"Don't get me feeling frisky again," Whitney said, kissing Mary on the forehead as she rolled out of bed. "We've got to get going."

"Aw!" Mary said, pouting as she watched Whitney walk across the room as gracefully as a ballerina. "I was hoping we could play more."

"Not today," Whitney said as she gathered her clothes. "Hope that shower we took before lasts."

"I could look at you naked all day," Mary said as she watched Whitney start to get dressed.

"Someday you will," Whitney said, watching Mary crawl out of bed. "We both will do that. I have a place in Aruba where we can lay around all day naked and just relax without a care."

"Aruba? Wow" Mary exclaimed, holding up the bra with the sewn-in foam filled cups to let Whitney slip her arms into it before unhooking it up for her. "You had Johanna make this? How come? I mean, you're so beautiful that you don't need it."

"Colin likes it," Whitney said, adjusting the harness. "I have to admit it makes me feel different too. It's sort of like getting to walk around being built like you. The people that know me realize it's just a game. Kind of an inside joke on Colin's fetish and my shortcomings."

"I would love to be built like you,' Mary admitted. "Just to experience being graceful and slender for a day."

"And I would like to be you too, just for a day myself," Whitney said. "There was a time that I didn't feel that way. I came real close to getting implants back when I was really young. Not easy growing up when you're built like a boy."

"That would have been a mistake," Mary opined.

"Luckily, I didn't do it, and I've found that a lot of women like the way I look."

"Like the way you look?" Mary purred, wrapping her naked body around Whitney while she tried to get her dress on. "I'm totally crazy about you."

"Well, I'm glad," Whitney said. "And as much as I hate to do this, we have to get you dressed too. Now do me a favor and look over to that corner and smile. Wave."

"At what?"

"The camera."

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Chapter Eleven: Rules of engagement.

After Whitney helped Mary on with her clothes, suffering only a few delays when her concentration lapsed and she felt the need to play around, she called for the limo.

"I feel really weird," Mary said. "Knowing that everything I've done in that cabin is on tape."

"All safe," Whitney said. "At least almost all of it. We seem to be missing a tape, but we'll catch up to that one."

As the two of them waited on the deck of the cabin, Whitney got serious.

"You're going to have to get a little bit under control, seeing as you're going to be in a sensitive position with us soon," Whitney advised, almost as if she was making Mary's decision about working for the Heath for Senator team for her. "Time to reign in your raging libido a bit."

"You mean..."

"Certainly not with Colin - or with me either," Whitney said. "It's your other... let's just say pursuits. Can't have you running around like you have been. No more having you bent over police cars while getting fucked in the ass, for example."

"How did you know about that?" Mary asked after getting over the shock.

"Not much you've done has gone unnoticed lately," Whitney said. 

"You had somebody watching me that night with the policeman?"

"You will never know. Even I don't know sometimes. Maybe the person watching you WAS the cop," Whitney said. "Like I said, you have to start using your head. That goes for Colin too, the horny bastard."

The ride home was uneventful, with Whitney explaining what was going to happen regarding her school situation and her job, and after getting let off at her house, Mary went quietly upstairs to her room.

The envelope Whitney had given her was at the top of her purse, and as Mary counted the largest stack of bills she had even seen, she shook her head at the twisted road that had led her to where she was now, and wondered where she was headed in the future.

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With Mary now completely involved with the Heath family, breaking the news to own her family about her educational plans changing was necessary. To her surprise, while her mother seemed wary of her taking this internship, it didn't seem her father minded all that much. It was almost like he was preoccupied with other things, Mary thought, and as it turned out she was correct.

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Chapter 1: Stalking the enemy.

Gerald Koutusis sat in his Land Rover, watching the car piloted by Greg pull out of the driveway and drive down the road past him. Gerald sat hidden behind a newspaper until the Town Car was safely past him, and only then did he drive down to the house that his insurance man had just left.

Parking out on the road, Gerald checked out his reflection in the rear-view mirror before taking a deep breath and hopping out of the vehicle and striding up the driveway.

The burly Greek had planned this day out for quite a time, and his mission was clear. Ever since he had figured out that Greg Mullin was fucking his daughter, Gerald had decided that he was going to get his revenge in the best way possible, by screwing Tracy, his hot little wife.

Gerald had lusted after that little blonde for years but had never acted on his desires, but with his sex life at home becoming so horrible, his hormones had overwhelmed his common sense. He was going to ring that doorbell, and when Mullin's wife answered the door he was going to make his move.

The word around town was that she was fond of giving out that sweet pussy of hers, and Gerald was going to get his today. He was going to pretend to be there about a business deal, and if everything worked out right, he would be finding out whether Tracy's rug matched the curtains.

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Chapter Two: Answering the door.

Brianna Mullin had just finished dressing when the doorbell rang, and since she was running late for school this was the last thing she needed was a Jehovah's Witness to slow her down even more. When the bell rang again, Brianna rolled her eyes and ran down the stairs to get rid of the pest before heading to class.

"Oh!" Brianna said after opening the door and seeing Mary's father out on the porch. "Mr. Koutusis - long time no see."

Gerald was shocked to see his daughter's friend answer the door, and he smiled as he worked his mental Rolodex for the kid's name. Although his daughter spent half of her life with this girl, for the life of him he couldn't remember the girl's name, because they rarely came over to the Koutusis' house.

"Hi!" Gerald said as he looked through the screen at the little girl. "Brianna."

Whew, thought Gerald as the name came to him at the last minute.

"I was trying to catch your father," Gerald lied. "I've got something here for him."

"C'mon in," Brianna offered, stepping aside and holding the door open, and Gerald slid inside, following the tiny blonde up the stairs to the kitchen.

What Gerald had was only his check for the insurance policies his company had through Mullin's firm, and while he usually mailed them, it was his reason for being here.

"Your Mom home?" Gerald asked, tapping the envelope in his hand as he looked over Mary's friend.

"No," Brianna replied, not mentioning that her Mom rarely came home these days, and from what she had figured out, probably was filing for divorce soon.

"Oh, well I can just leave this then," Gerald said, setting the envelope on the table, and while his plans had just crashed and burned, looking at Mullin's daughter was giving him other ideas. "I don't want to hold you up. Probably trying to get off to school."

Too bad she was so young, because the girl was a spitting image of her mother Tracy, just in a tinier package. How old was she? Gerald tried to figure out that as his eyes scanned the lithe blonde.

"It's just gym class," Brianna said, noticing the way that Mary's father was eyeing her, and the more he looked the better Brianna liked it.

Mary's father had always scared her. He looked almost like a caveman, all hairy and ape-like in the way he moved, but the way Brianna's sex life had deteriorated lately, she was not particular.

The relationship with her father, which had shown so much promise, had fizzled. Her Dad couldn't even get it up anymore, and after the last time she had tried and failed to get him aroused, she gave up. All that nonsense about letting her pussy hair grow out, and in the end she still didn't turn him on. 

She wasn't Mary. That was what her sobbing and sniveling old man had said that last time while she had valiantly tried to kick some life into that limp dick. Not Mary? What kind of bullshit was that? Compared to her, Mary was kennel material. Guys thought she was hot, or at least they used to before lately.

The way Mary's father was looking at her - now that was proof of that, and when his eyes latched on to her tits Brianna thrust the little cones out as far as she could, trying to make her nipples poke out into the skimpy lime green belly shirt she was wearing.

"Want a cup of coffee?" Brianna offered, gesturing over to the pot that was still warm, and although Gerald really didn't want any, he happily accepted the offer.

Following Brianna over to the counter, he inhaled her sweet aroma as she moved. So soft and so innocent looking she was, Gerald thought. How old was she? 15? 16?

Wait - she was Mary's age. How old was Mary? Damn. 18. Almost 19 now. Time was flying, and even though she didn't look old enough, she had to be.

"How's Mary doing?" Brianna asked, leaning back against the counter and watching Mr. Koutusis stir in a spoon of sugar to the black coffee.

His arms were really muscular, and the hair on his forearms was so thick that she almost looked like a bear. There was hair sprouting out of the neck of his shirt, and there was even hair on his back peeking up from the collar.

Dad was hairy, Brianna thought as she looked at Mary's father who was pretending to be looking at his coffee but was checking her out instead, but Mr. Koutusis was way hairier. What would that be like - wrapping her arms around somebody like this? Hair was usually yucky, but there was something so animal-like about this guy that she felt herself getting wet despite it all.

"She's fine," Gerald guessed, his eyes taking in the flat tummy and the barely visible down on the blonde's arms. "You two have a falling out?"

"Yeah. We had a fight."

"Too bad."

"Uh... Mary has some stuff here," Brianna said. "You want to bring it home to her?"

"Sure," Gerald said, and when Brianna went down the hall he followed her, exhaling as he looked at the pert little butt and the shapely legs ahead of him, and when the blonde went into the bedroom, he went right in behind her.

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Chapter Three: Brianna's bedroom.

"So this is where you and Mary sleep when she comes over?" Gerald asked, watching the girl rummage through a drawer and pull out a couple of things - Cd's and a book, along with some clothing.

"Yeah."

"Separate beds?" Gerald said with a lecherous grin.

"What do you mean?" Brianna giggled, turning around and smiling at the older man. 

"I just thought that maybe - you know," Gerald said, realizing that the girls knew what he was inferring.

"Is that all boys think about?" Brianna giggled.

"I'm not a boy," Gerald reminded her. "Haven't been for quite a while. I was just curious."

"About whether Mary and me fooled around together?" Brianna asked. "Why don't you ask her?"

"I don't think she would tell me," Gerald said. " Thought maybe you would. I know if I was sleeping in the bed next to somebody that looked like you, we'd only need one bed."

"Really?" Brianna said, biting her lower lip. "Maybe you should sleep over sometime then."

"I don't think your folks would like that much."

"I don't much care what they think," Brianna declared. "I'm old enough to do what I want."

"That's good to know," Gerald answered, breathing a sigh of relief. "You know, Mary probably doesn't even know she left that stuff here, so if you want to leave it here - you know - play the music and stuff?"

"I don't see myself getting much use out of something like this, do you?" Brianna said, holding up the ivory bra of Mary's that she had abandoned that final night here, and the sight of the tiny blonde holding up the harness that had cups big enough to cradle the girl's head made him smile.

"I suppose not."

"A lot of guys seem to like that kind of girl," Brianna mused, looking at the garment before setting it down on the dresser.

"I'm not a lot of guys," Gerald said, leaning against the door and trying not to drool, the perfect plan for revenge now becoming even greater in his eyes. "I'm more of the 'more than a handful is a waste' kind of man."

"What if a girl didn't even have a handful?" Brianna said shyly.

"Better yet," Gerald said, sweat trickling down his spine and beading on his forehead. "Warm in here."

"I know."

"Did you know that your father was fucking Mary?" Gerald suddenly asked, and although Brianna was initially taken aback at his bluntness, she quickly recovered.

"Not until recently," Brianna replied.

"That bother you?"

"A little at first," Brianna said. "But then I found out that men were a lot hotter than boys. I've had enough boys. I'm way more interested in men."

"That so?" Gerald asked. "Maybe when you get a little older I'll look you up."

"What's wrong with right now?" Brianna asked. "The way you've been looking at me - I kinda thought that you liked what you saw."

"Oh, I like what I'm seeing a lot," Gerald said. "It's just that I don't think you're ready for somebody like me just yet. I might be a bit too much for you."

"I was thinking the other way around,": Brianna suggested. "I was afraid that I might make you have a heart attack."

"Not likely," Gerald chuckled, and watched while the blonde crossed her hands in front of her and effortlessly pulled the brief blouse over her head, exposing the cutest little titties he had seen since that girl in Thailand years ago. 

"You like what you see?" Brianna asked coyly, bringing her hands up and tweaking the pink caps on her perky titties.

"Oh yeah," Gerald growled, inching a little closer to his prey.

"Aren't you going to show me yours?"

"Me? Sure," Gerald replied, and pulled off his t-shirt under Brianna's careful observation.

"Damn."

"What?" Gerald asked.

"You're really crazy looking," Brianna said as she bit her lower lip. "Not bad crazy, it's just that you're so hairy. It's like you're Sasquatch or something."

"Is that a bad thing?"

"No. Looks good on you," Brianna offered, her eyes checking out the broad chest and muscular arms on Mary's father. "I think that's why my Dad was hung up on Mary, because' she's hairy too."

"Enough talk about Mary," Gerald said as he took another step closer to Brianna. "Let's talk about you and me."

"What if I don't wanna talk?" Brianna suggested, and a second later when Gerald made that final step towards the girl, Brianna was already jumping into his arms.

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Chapter Four: Animals attract.

Brianna hadn't felt this aroused in a long time. Maybe it was just the timing, or the way that Mary's Dad had been staring at her. Who knows? Maybe this would be the perfect revenge for everything Mary had done to ruin her life. Had Mary ever had sex with her father?

All of this went through Brianna's mind as she found herself leaping into the arms of Mr. Koutusis, wrapping herself around the him and kissing him with all the passion that had been stored up inside of her.

Brianna's hands clawed at the man, her fingernails raking all over his hairy back, and when her felt his tongue forcing it's way into her mouth she eagerly accepted it and gave him some in return

Gerald propped his thigh between Brianna's legs as she slammed her into the bedroom wall, all guilt disappearing as he felt the girl respond like an animal. His hands tried to squeeze up between their two bodies to get at her titties while he felt Brianna's hand snake down and start to paw at his crotch.

"Where's your dick?" Brianna asked as she pulled her flushed face away from Gerald's and kept moving her hand around the front of the man's pants. 

"Oh, it's there alright," Gerald said smugly, enjoying the look on the blonde's face as she felt around for his stuff, which was safely tucked up between his legs. "Why don't you get down and try to find it?"

Brianna dropped to her knees on her bedroom rug, and began to undo Gerald's belt while the burly Greek ran her hands through the mop-top blonde's golden locks, reveling in the anticipation about what was going to come.

As his trousers came down, he saw the confusion on Brianna's face as she saw the snug black boxer shorts and the bulge that stretched them out before disappearing below. The girl's tiny hand came up and ran down the fabric, looking up at Gerald with eyes that seemed a little less sure of what was going on.

"Damn," Brianna whispered as she felt the warmth of the bulge.

"Don't stop now," Gerald said, and when the girl's hands came up to the elastic of the briefs, Gerald moved his thighs apart and watched Brianna as she inched the snug boxers down off his hips, exposing more and more of the base of his flaccid hose until she finally got the garment free of his manhood.

The sound of surprise that came from the blonde was as stimulating as the double-take Brianna did, looking up at Gerald and then back down at the cock that swayed in front of her as Gerald stepped out of his underwear.

"Big enough for you little girl?" Gerald snickered.

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Chapter Five: Not a little girl.

Brianna couldn't believe what was happening. There she was on her knees in front of the father of her life-long friend, trying to keep her balance as she helped him get his shorts off while trying not to get clubbed by the swinging cock dangling in front of her.

"Fuck," Brianna hissed as she stared at the monstrous organ inches from her face, and even the mocking tone of Mary's father at her reaction didn't faze her.

He was starting to ask her whether all she was going to do was look, but her hands were already in motion as they reached up towards his manhood. A dusky brown in color, an even richer dark love than the rest of his skin buried under his coat of fur, his cock sprouted out of the jungle of hair like a snake and hung down between his bowed thighs halfway to his knees. Behind that, an equally over-sized pair of balls hung in a droopy sac.

Clearly, the guy was a freak, Brianna concluded as her hands grasped the rubbery hose half way down the shaft. Mr. Koutusis was like one of those freaky looking dudes on the Internet, except most of those guys were black and more importantly none of those guys were here in her bedroom.

"That's it," Gerald sighed as he watched the pale hands cradling his cock, and then pulling it upright before letting her tongue slide down the meandering vein that rippled down the length of the shaft before disappearing under the fluted ridge of the crown.

"Ooh!" Gerald moaned, shivering as the little blonde flicked her tongue around the tip of the glans, toying with the tender opening before licking the ridge on the underside. "You know your way around a cock, don't you. You're a nasty little girl aren't you?"

"I'm not a little girl," Brianna pouted, letting the flat of her tongue rub the pee-hole while her hands began to pull on the shaft of the rapidly stiffening member. 

"You are to me," Gerald said.

"Your cock is fucking huge," Brianna whispered, figuring out what Mary's father wanted to hear, and judging by his reaction, she knew she had guessed right. 

"You don't seem too scared," Gerald said.

"I am, a little," Brianna said with a giggle. 

"I wanna fuck you," Gerald said bluntly, sighing as Brianna lifted his cock and nibbled along the underside of it, her face disappearing for a second before she came back out from under it.

"I don't know if my pussy can take this," Brianna said, leaning back and letting her hands slide up and down the length of the enormous organ that was now erect and pointing straight at her. "I never had one this big before."

"Then you've got a treat in store for you," Gerald said as he reached down for Brianna, her hands gripping her by her smooth, moist armpits and pulling her upright. "Let me see if you're a real blonde or not."

"I am," Brianna gasped as she felt Mr. Koutusis reaching under the waistband of her shorts. "But I don't have any hair down there."

As Brianna spoke, Gerald's hand was already finding that out, as his hand slid over the girl's smooth mound, and when his fingers rubbed around the soft, hairless delta he let out a groan that sounded almost tortured.

"You like that?" Brianna said, her body contorting as she felt Mary's father begin to probe her with a stubby finger. "Feel how wet I am?"

"Omigod, you're so fucking tight!" Gerald grunted, his index finger forcing into Brianna's pussy.

"Want your cock in me," Brianna snapped, her hands clawing at Gerald's cock, but he moved her hands away and tossed her on the bed.

Brianna landed halfway across the bed on her back, her legs spread wide as Gerald climbed on the mattress on all fours and crept up between those tender thighs like the predator he felt like.

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Chapter Six: Sweet innocence.

So sweet, Gerald thought as his head went down between Brianna's legs. Her mound was so creamy white and smooth that Gerald couldn't tell whether she had been waxed or simply had no pussy hair at all.

Her pussy was like a fold; a tiny crevice that his tongue moved along from top to bottom, and although the view was sweet and innocent, the aroma that flew out of that tender opening was rip and pungent, and kept his cock as hard as blue steel.

"Ooh," Brianna cooed as his tongue found her clit, and as she wrapped her legs around Gerald's head she kept begging, "Fuck me... fuck me." 

Oh, I'm going to fuck you alright, Gerald thought as he moved his hand up between her legs and explored the tiny puckered ring of her anus before moving up to to her pussy. I'm gonna fuck you until you beg for mercy.

She was different though, Gerald mused as he pushed his thumb into the girl's pussy and found it even tighter than he had imagined. For whatever reason, Gerald didn't think Brianna wasn't going to be begging for mercy. Whether it was because she was trying to prove something to herself or to somebody else, whether it was out of spite, or just because she was horny, Gerald had a good feeling about this.

No whimpering or crying like at home. This girl was going to take it like the woman she was, Gerald thought to himself while forcing a second digit into the steaming hot fold and listening to Brianna moan in response.

Easy to picture this as being Brianna's first time with a man, although judging by the way she gamely sucked on his cock before, he was far from the first, but those perky little breasts on this tiny and hairless torso made it easy to imagine it.

That was what he was doing a second later as he got up on his knees with his throbbing cock in his hand, sliding the bulbous crown of his member along the dripping channel. Imagining it was her first time, just like that time in Thailand, only the lithe torso beneath him wasn't an anonymous Asian that he never seen before and would never see again, it was Brianna Mullin. Daughter of the man who had been fucking his own daughter for who knows how long, and had taken pictures of her sucking his cock for all to see.

As Gerald poised the head of his cock at the entrance of that sweet pussy, he smiled at the sight of the plum-sized crown trying to wedge into that narrow opening and pictured in his mind that Greg Mullin was sitting there beside the bed helplessly watching his daughter as she got impaled by him.




Mary's Evolution: Book 11



"Fuck!" Gerald grunted as he pushed the head of his cock into the tightest pussy he had ever experienced. It was like trying to push a salami into a keyhole, and as Brianna wailed she arched her back - higher and higher until only the top of her head was touching the bedding - and as her body contorted she was letting loose with a volley of expletives that would make a sailor blush.

Grabbing Brianna's bony hips, he pulled the teen towards him as he pushed himself forward, delighting in watching Brianna's eyes roll back in her head until only the whites were showing. She was light as a feather, and when the tip of his cock hit the wall, he began to move the girl's by the hips on his cock.

Brianna's head was flopping around like a rag doll as he used her like a sex toy while she groaned and moaned in response. Gerald was just started to get into a comfortable rhythm when Brianna's beet-red face contorted and she began screaming.

"Out! Take it out!" Brianna howled, and in shock, Gerald let her fall to the mattress.

While Brianna bucked around on the bed beneath him, holding her thighs apart, Gerald watched in amazement as a spray of fluid gushed out of the girl's gaping pussy, drenching his cock which sprang around wildly in front of him as she erupted violently.

After the geyser stopped, Gerald plunged right back into Brianna, and the stunned blonde not only accepted him, she wrapped her legs around him and sunk her teeth into his woolly neck, imploring him.

"Harder!" Brianna spat into his ear, the feral tone in her voice sending chills down Gerald's spine as he complied with pleasure. "Fuck me hard! Fuck the pain away!" 

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Chapter Seven: Carnage.

The blood rushing to Gerald's head was making his skull throb, but he was too exhausted at the moment to move. Brianna was next to him, cuddling her face into his chest as she licking around in search of his nipple, and if their position was affecting her she didn't show it.

They were both laying at what felt like a 90 degree angle with their heads considerably lower than their feet. Beneath them was the reason for their peculiar position, which was the bed frame that had been snapped off from the headboard by the force of their coupling.

The bed had been shattered about halfway through their mating, and to Gerald's delight Brianna had not only not been bothered by it, she seemed to revel in hearing the roar of the wood splitting and the mattress slamming down onto the floor. The teen had only gotten more crazed, not only matching Gerald's intensity but somehow surpassing it.

She had at least several times, the last of which coming when Gerald could hold it back no more, his cock spurting his seed deep into her Brianna's womb while she yelled and clawed at him until collapsing onto his chest.

"Sorry about the bed," Gerald said, kissing the mop-top and inhaling the floral scent of her shampoo.

"Got another one," Brianna said, lifting her face off of Gerald's chest and giving him an impish grin. "And we're gonna need it."

"Really?" Gerald responded.

"If you're man enough for it," Brianna teased, squirming as she tried to get up off of Gerald. "Gotta pee though."

Gerald's flaccid cock oozed out of the pussy that had held onto him like a vice, and as the little blonde struggled to her feet Gerald looked at the girl's mound, which had been so pale but was now reddened around the opening.

Her pussy was still open a bit as Brianna stood on shaky legs, gingerly keeping her thighs apart, as she mumbled, "Feels like you're still inside of me."

Gerald watched his cum drool out of Brianna's pussy before she made her way out of the room, and he took the opportunity to get on his feet and assess the damage.

"Destroyed," Gerald said to himself as she looked at what was left of the pine bed frame, which hadn't just come apart but had been demolished by the two of them. 

"Sorry Greg old boy," Gerald said to no one as he imagined a conversation that would never take place, but was amusing to play out in his mind. "I'm afraid I broke your daughter's bed while fucking her silly. How about I write you a check?"

"Who ya' talking to?" came a voice from behind him, and as Brianna wrapped her arms around her hirsute lover her hand reached down lower.

"Myself," Gerald answered, straightening up, and as he looked down and saw the little hand grab his cock he laughed.

"Well, I'm back now so talk to me," Brianna said as she stretched his dick before turning him around. "Was I any good?"

"You were beyond good," Gerald assured her.

"I'll be better next time," Brianna promised.

"Next time will have to wait for a bit," Gerald said. "Because I've got to go."

"Go?" Brianna whined.

"Go pee," Gerald said.

"Oh, good,' Brianna said. "I'll show you the way."

With that, Brianna led Gerald down the hall and into the bathroom, still holding on to his cock.

"I can manage the rest," Gerald said, but Brianna shook her head.

"I wanna watch," Brianna said, and when Gerald saw that Brianna wasn't kidding, shrugged his shoulders and lifted the seat. 

"Pee shy?" Brianna asked. "Here, let me help."

Brianna came alongside of Gerald and grabbed his dick, shaking it and stretching it out a few times.

"Like this?" Brianna asked, letting Gerald wrap his arms around her shoulder as she cuddled next to him.

"This might take a while," Gerald warned her, but Brianna shrugged and kept wiggling his dick.

"How long until you can get it up again?" Brianna asked.

"I have no idea," Gerald replied. "Maybe an hour - maybe a day. I'm an old man."

"I can't wait a day," Brianna told him, and then giggled when a trickle of pee came out of the dick she was holding, and she pointed it faithfully as the tinkle turned into a stream. "This is neat. I can feel the pee coming through it. Now what do I do? Shake it?"

"Yep. Shake it a lot."

"Don't boys say that if you shake it more than three times you're playing with it?"

"That only counts if you do it to yourself," Gerald informed Brianna as the stray drops of pee flew off of his cock. "Besides, I'm not a boy."

"I'll say," Brianna whispered as she gave the cock another shake before flushing the toilet.

Flipping down the seat, Brianna slid onto the cold plastic and kissed the rubbery cock before opening her lips and letting the fat crown into her mouth, and all Gerald could do was run his hands through her hair and sigh.

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Chapter Eight: Never enough.

Back in the bedroom, the clock was reading noon, and Gerald Koutusis realized that this was not going to be one of the more productive days in his company's history, but he was thankful that he had been able to hire people he could count on. After he called his foreman to tell him he was tied up and wouldn't be able to make it in today, he flicked the phone shut and went back to more interesting tasks.

By then, Mr. Koutusis had become Gerry and Brianna had become Bree, since formality seemed foolish when you're exchanging bodily fluids, and as they continued to explore each other's bodies the older man was delighted by Brianna's youthful resiliency and playfulness. 

"I want to do something to you, Gerry" Brianna said as they rested on the other bed, the first bed still a shattered heap on the other side of the room. "Can I?"

"Depends on what it is."

"No, you have to say yes or no and then trust me," Brianna teased.

"No," Gerald said, and laughed when Bree pouted. "Oh, all right. Yes."

"Goody!" Brianna squealed, and ran off to who knows where.

After a few minutes, Brianna returned to the bedroom with her hands full, and when he saw what she had come back with, he started protesting.

"You said yes, so lay there and take it," Brianna said, setting down the bowl of warm water and gel while waving the razor around. "You're going to look awesome when I get done."

"This is going to take you a week," Gerald said as he watched Brianna shake the can of shave gel.

"No, I'm just going to do around the bottom of this big guy," Brianna said as she lathered up the base of Gerald's cock with the foam. "When I get done, It will make it easier for me to find it."

"Careful," Gerald warned, as Brianna brought the razor down and started shaving.

"Ssh," Brianna hissed. "I'm doing delicate surgery. Don't want to hurt my favorite toy."

"You know, you're giving me another hard on," Gerald complained as he felt the blade sliding along the underside of his cock.

"Well, if you didn't have hair growing on the bottom of your dick I wouldn't have to do this," Brianna said. "I think I can figure out a way to make it get soft again though, after I get done."

Gerald stared at the ceiling while Brianna did her gardening. It was something that he had done to himself a long time ago, but it was more fun to have Brianna do it, and when she was done she told Gerald to look.

"How awesome is that?" Brianna cackled, holding his erection straight up and looking at the result along with him. "It looks even freakier now. It's like a third leg!"

Indeed, removing the hair from the base of his cock certainly did make the monolith look even more impressive as it towered over the surrounding forest, and as Brianna stroked his cock he gave his approval.

"Nice job," Gerald said, happy that at least she hadn't made a massive crop circle around the base of his cock.

"How big is your cock, Gerry?" Brianna asked.

"I have no idea," Gerald lied in response.

With that Brianna jumped off of the bed and rummaged through her desk before returning with more stuff.

"Now what are you doing, Bree?" Gerald asked as the curious teen fiddled about.

"Want to see how big your dick really is," Brianna said as she spat some hand lotion in her palm and primed is dick until he got fully hard. "For the record, just in case anybody asks me what the biggest dick I ever had was, I can tell them. There's a guy on the Internet that has an 18" one."

Except he can't really get it up, Gerald mused as he watched Bree move the orange plastic ruler next to his member, and was pleased when he saw the result.

"Need a bigger ruler," Bree said as she looked at the tip of Gerry's cock which just peeked over the edge of the measuring stick.

"Hey!" Gerald said as he saw Brianna take a picture of his cock with her phone.

"Just for me," Brianna said impishly.

"How would you like me to take a picture of you?" Gerald asked.

"Here," Brianna calmly said, handing Gerald the camera and even posing for him.

"How's this?" Brianna asked as he put her tongue on the tip of Gerald's cock, right next to the pearl of cum that had just oozed out, and as she grabbed the shaft of his cock like a baseball bat he took the picture.

"Awesome," Brianna exclaimed after she saw the finished product. "You should be doing porn movies because you would make a million bucks. I'll send you a copy of this."

"Now I've been nice enough to do all of that for you," Gerald said. "How about you do something for me?"

"Sure."

"Bree," Gerald said with a laugh. "You don't even know what it is I want you to do."

"Doesn't matter," Brianna said as she put the camera down and shrugged her shoulders. "If you want me to do it, I'm ready."

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Chapter Nine: Stretching Bree out.

"I like this," Brianna said.

"Too tight?" Gerald asked as he checked the cords that he had used to attach the teen's wrists to the headboard.

"No, it's comfy," Brianna assured him, and then made a face as she looked down towards her feet. "Geez, my titties disappear when I'm laying like this."

"Ssh," Gerald hissed, well aware of what she looked like with her arms stretched way above her head, so far that the muscles and tendons in her slender arms and shoulders were clearly defined under her taut skin. "Now let's start."

"Okay," Brianna said, and after he sat on the bed next to her, Gerald draped the cloth over her eyes and bent over and kissed her forehead.

"I'm scared, mister," Brianna whimpered in a voice so shaky that it shocked Gerald for a second. "What are you going to do to me?"

"No need to be scared, honey," Gerald said. "I'm going to make you feel so good. Doesn't this feel nice?"

"Yes," Brianna said breathlessly as she felt Gerald's tongue encircle her nipple before his mouth took the bud in his mouth and started to suck on it gently.

"Mmm, your nipples are so hard," Gerald said as he leaned over and did the same thing to her other nipple. "Now that doesn't hurt, does it?"

"No," Brianna whispered.

"Such a pretty girl, and you smell so nice too, Gerald said in a low growl. "I'll bet you taste nice too."

Gerald's mouth slid across the flat chest of the bound teen until his face was under Brianna's arm, and with long deliberate strokes, let his tongue slide up and down the girl's armpit, licking the soft creamy skin and savoring the sweet moistness while enjoying Brianna's squirming.

"Delicious," Gerald hissed in her ear before continuing. "So smooth and sexy. You like the way my tongue feels under your arm? Feels nice, doesn't it?"

"Yes," Brianna whispered.

"Now what I want you to do is open your mouth for me," Gerald said, getting up on his knees and bringing his fully engorged cock towards her lips. "Wider. That's it."

Gerald dipped the head of his cock between Brianna's lips, and when he slipped the crown into her mouth Brianna choked and protested a little before opening her mouth wider and letting Gerald move it in and out a few times.

"It's too big," Brianna said, choking as she turned her head away. "Please don't make me do that mister! I can't."

"You're doing just fine, honey," Gerald assured her, marveling at her impressive acting skills. "You know where I'm going to put my cock?"

"No!" Brianna cried out when she felt the oiled hand of Gerald sliding over her mound after he had moved down the bed a bit.

The lotion made her smooth mound glisten, and as Gerald massaged around the exterior of her pussy Brianna's legs parted, allowing him to straddle her right thigh. Dragging his balls over her soft skin, he felt free to enjoy the teen's waif-like body without the guilt he experienced when Brianna was looking back at him. With her eyes shielded, he felt free to do as he pleased.

Lifting her bottom off of the bed, Gerald moved a pillow under her ass, raising her pussy off of the bed and making it easier to savor her beauty. He spread her legs a bit wider, marveling at how utterly smooth she was, all the way down well between her legs. Even her anus, and the area all around her tiny pink puckered ring was smooth.

What would that feel like, Gerald wondered, as his finger stroked the tender opening? How long had he dreamed of that experience, yet no one - not even the woman in Thailand - would allow him to satisfy that urge. Would Brianna?

Not today, Gerald mused, as her reaction to his inserting the tip of his finger into that tight ring had made her cry out with real terror, but maybe another time. Today he would enjoy her in other ways. Ways that brought him great pleasure as well.

"Please don't," Brianna whispered while Gerald slapped his erection into the fold of her pussy, the flesh-meeting-flesh sound reverberating in the bedroom.

Gerald pulled Brianna's body down toward him, causing her to stretch out even farther, and he took care to make sure that he hadn't made the ropes cut into her wrists. Now her tiny frame was fully extended, so much so that her ribs were visible and even the tiny swells that remained of her breasts had vanished.

"Ow!" Brianna cried out as the head of his cock entered her tight pussy. "It's too big, mister! It hurts!"

Gerald sank half of his cock into the vise-like channel, and the girl's thrashing and crying were so outrageous that if he hadn't known that she had taken that same cock willingly three times already that morning, he would have believed that he really was hurting her.

Gerald began sliding his cock in and out of Brianna, his eyes taking in the glorious sight of his thick shaft, slippery with the juices of her sex, burrowing into the hairless opening. Such a tight pussy, yet despite that she could take him so deep.

The dresser in front of him offered a clear reflection of the two of them, and the way he looked as he fucked Brianna was a bit off-putting. The contrast of their two bodies, the pale woman/child and his admittedly Neanderthal appearance, made for a kinky sight.

Now Brianna had forgotten her acting, perhaps because she was nearing orgasm, because she had put her legs around Gerald's ass and was thrusting her pussy at him as best she could under the circumstances.

"Harder," Brianna whined, but Gerald kept at the same slow rhythm, wanting to enjoy it all as much as he could.

It was his quiet resolve that allowed him to hear the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs, just as he had heard the door opening seconds earlier. Nowhere to hide, and besides, he didn't want to. He wanted to have Mullin watch him fucking his daughter senseless.

He wasn't worries about Greg Mullin. The guy was tall but he knew he could pound the shit out of him at will if he wanted to try something, so instead he just kept stroking his cock in and out of Brianna, quietly encouraging her to make it clear how much she was liking it.

"Tell me how it feels, honey," Gerald whispered. "Tell me how my cock feels in your pussy."

"Your cock is huge!" Brianna howled as she writhed around helplessly. "It's so fucking big it's splitting me in two!"

Gerald smiled as he heard the footsteps in the hallway, and shoved his cock in even deeper as Mullin's steps grew louder and closer. This made Brianna scream for real as she teetered on the brink of orgasm, and Gerald was still smiling as he looked at the mirror, which allowed a perfect view of the doorway where the footsteps had stopped abruptly.

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Mary's Evolution: Book 12



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.

Gerald came first, not long after Tracy had pulled her blouse up, exposing her breasts to him. Her tits were small and drooped a little, but seeing them after all those years was erotic enough. The fact that this woman was almost doubled over, squeezing her tits while fingering herself with half of her fist, sent Gerald out of control.

"ARRGH!" Gerald bellowed as his cock jerked up violently, and with so much power that it flew right out of Bree's sweaty little hands, but at this point it didn't matter because Gerald was about to have the most intense orgasm he could ever remember.

Tracy came right after Gerald did. The sight of his bronze cock lurching around wildly, spurting cum like a cannon all over her daughter's body, sent her to her knees as she came, chewing the sweatshirt so hard her gums bled while her body convulsed uncontrollably.

When Gerald finally stooped cumming, he leaned back and took his balls out of Bree's reach and looked for Tracy Mullin, who was nowhere in sight. With that, Gerald took the blindfold off of Brianna's eyes and stroked her sweaty red face.

"Wow, you really came that time," Brianna said as she sat up and looked at her cum-spattered body, wiping a big wad of cum all over her right breast. "Look, I've got titties again." 

"And they're sensational," Gerald added.

"At least we didn't break the bed," Brianna said, and then announced that she had to take a shower.

As she left, her cute butt jiggling as she turned the corner, Gerald looked around to see if Tracy had ducked into the closet or under the bed, but she was nowhere in sight.

...

Chapter Three: In the other bedroom.

In the master bedroom, Tracy Mullin was leaning on her dresser, trying to catch her breath after slithering out of Bree's room in the nick of time. What if she had seen her in there, doing - that to herself?

The thought of it, masturbating like a pervert while some gorilla fucked her daughter. What came over her? Then again, what had come over her that night with Mary Koutusis? 

Just then, there was a tap at the door and as it swung open, there was Gerry Koutusis. Grinning, and as naked as the day he was born, he stood in the doorway for a second before closing the door behind himself.

"Enjoy the show?" Gerald asked, grinning as he watched Tracy try like hell not to look at the cock dangling between his legs and failing miserably.

"Where's Bree?" Tracy asked.

"In the shower," Gerald said. "I enjoyed watching you too. You should have joined us."

"That's sick," Tracy said. " I - I've had a few drinks."

"Good excuse, alcohol," Gerald said.

"Kind of in a weak position to play the moral card, aren't you Gerry?" Tracy said. "You always prey on teenagers?"

"18 is the age of consent in this state," Gerry noted. "And she sure consented."

"Well, as a father you should have a different outlook on something like that," Tracy suggested.

"Oh really?" Gerald scoffed. "I think that considering what Mary experienced over here, nobody in this house has any right to judge me."

Omigod, Tracy thought. Mary had told her parents what she had tried to do to her that night in the driveway!

"Look," Tracy stuttered. "You don't understand. It was all a misunderstanding."

"Misunderstanding? Greg was fucking Mary right under this roof for who knows how long. How much of a misunderstanding can there be? And you let it go on!"

"Greg?" Tracy asked, and suddenly relieved that she wasn't the target of his scorn, caught up to him as he reached the door.

"I'm sorry," Tracy said. "I didn't know. Omigod! That explains a lot of things. I haven't been around much."

"Well, if I were you I'd spend more time around here," Gerald suggested. "Seems like quite a soap opera. Tell Greg I'll cut him a check for the bed if he wants. Have him stop by the office sometime."

"Wait!" Tracy said, grabbing him by the furry shoulder as he held the door knob. "Maybe sometime you and I could get together. You know. For drinks?"

"I've got a wife a home,' Gerald said. "And it looks like I might have a girlfriend on the side now too, so I don't think..."

"Hey, don't go," Tracy insisted, grabbing him by the shoulder and running her fingers through the coarse fur. "Look, what you were doing. It's fine with me. How come you never came on to me all these years, Gerry?"

"Must be because I'm so shy, I guess."

"You know, I've got a little more experience with men built like you," Tracy cooed, running her fingers down Gerald's chest. "More than a teenager, you know what I mean. I bet I could make you really happy."

"I'm happy now," Gerald said. "Hard for anybody to top what your little girl did with me today."

"Let me try," Tracy said, and with that she fell to her knees and stuffed his limp cock in her mouth.

Tracy forced her lips all the way down his flaccid, rubbery hose, not even letting the tip of the long snake hitting her throat make her gag as she began sucking on Gerald's cock feverishly.

Gerald looked down at Tracy gobbling his cock like an animal, and while the sight was spectacular, the shower had just turned off and he had to get back.

"Look," Gerald said, grabbing Tracy under the arms and lifting her up. "Maybe some other time."

With that, Gerald left the room, making it back into Brianna's room and closing the door just before Brianna skipped in dripping and naked.

"Better close the door," Gerald suggested. "I think your mother just got home."

Bree's eyes bulged as she bit her lip and started giggling, saying, "Boy, wouldn't it have been crazy if she got home a little earlier?"

"Yeah, that would have been something," Gerald said as he tried to find his clothes amidst the rubble of Brianna's room. 

...

Chapter Four: Meanwhile. 

"I must say, dear, that your performance was your finest yet," Colin Heath commented as he watched the action that had unfolded a couple of days ago at the cabin.

"It is spectacular, Colin, but it wasn't a performance," Whitney Collier-Heath said in reflection, her eyes also glued to the big screen as she watched herself undress in front of Mary. "There's something about that girl that brings out the animal in me." 

"Not just you," Colin corrected, letting go of the erection he had been stroking to apply more lubricant before continuing. "She had me hooked right from the get go."

"Those breasts," Whitney sighed, the screen showing the voluptuous teen watching her disrobe. Her eyes wide and those breasts heaving wildly.

"Yours are looking good too," Colin added with a chuckle as they watched Whitney take her bra off and expose her flat chest to the startled teen.

"Mary didn't seem to mind them, did she?" Whitney mentioned.

"No, she didn't," Colin replied. "Damn, you do that unveiling so well. And now look at her."

"She was feral," Whitney said, a shiver running down her spine as she watched the girl climbing all over her, bringing back wonderful memories. "For once you chose one that I don't have to feign interest in."

"So she's a keeper for sure?"

"If you don't keep her, I will," Whitney informed her husband, glancing over at him stroking his cock.

"I was thinking of getting her a nose job," Colin remarked. "Lasix for her eyes, and maybe a little gardening. Nothing major; just some eyebrow shaping and something to get that bush under control."

"Get her eyes done, but leave the nose alone," Whitney said. "It's part of what makes her special, just like the hair. Damn. You find something unique and right away you try to mold her into being like every other bimbo in town."

"Okay," Colin conceded. "You're the boss. And you do look spectacular with her. Even after all these years, you're still looking good."

"You forgot to add the part about looking good for people who like that kind of woman," Whitney threw in. 

"Hey, I still appreciate beauty," Colin said. "When does that part come up where Mary..."

"A few minutes," Whitney said. "I figured you had the tape memorized by now."

"It's so hot, even though I can't really see Mary at all," Colin said. "That expression on your face."

"I was shocked - pleasantly I might add," Whitney remarked.

"You know, Whitney," Colin said. inching a little closer to his wife. "It would make it really good for me if you would get me off while we're watching."

"How?" 

"Your hand will be fine," Colin suggested, since his wife was a dreadful cocksucker, and when the redhead slid over and grabbed his throbbing cock with her hand, wrapping those long slender fingers around his oiled member he sighed loudly.

Whitney began stroking her husband's organ while watching herself on the screen, the surveillance video showing remarkable clarity. Her hand worked effortlessly on the stiff cock, and well too if her husband's groans of approval were any indication.

"So much nicer than doing it yourself," Colin remarked, and while Whitney was bad with the lips she was quite good with the hand, having a lot of practice over the years. "What would be nicer? You giving a play-by-play. Adding a commentary track?

"Well, there I am finishing going down on Mary. Her bush is so thick and soft that it felt like clouds buffeting my cheeks," Whitney said, watching her husband squirm and smile with delight.

"We should add your commentary as the soundtrack," Colin said.

"Quiet. Now here I am climbing over her face, and she's lapping at my cunt like an animal. Hit and miss, but her energy makes up for any lack of skills."

"This is it."

"Yes. I hate the ridiculous face I make, but there I go. I'm leaning forward, ready to go down on her - hate the 69 position but seeing that pussy down there was too much to resist - and now I feel her hands on my hips. She's pushing me downward, and I didn't know what she was doing... until right there!"

"ARRGH!"

"When her tongue slid into my asshole I just about died. She was so good at it that I thought she was reaming me out," Whitney said breathlessly, her hand pumping on Colin's cock like a jackhammer without her realizing it, because she was staring at the screen at the image of herself. Face twisted in some strange contortion, mouth open and eyes rolling in reaction to Mary's tongue burrowing deep into her ass.

"Her tongue was tunneling and spinning around," Whitney gasped, only marginally aware that her husband was crying out as his cock spurted crazily. "I was rubbing my pussy and cumming myself, and even after I stopped cumming eventually she still kept at it until I threw myself off of her."

Colin's cock was limp as a rag doll now, and seeing the cum on the back of her hand brought her back to reality. Colin sat dazed, slumped into the couch as Whitney dropped the dead dick and looked at the mess.

"Some Senator you're going to be," Whitney said with a smirk. "You've got a mess to clean up here."

"Gladly," Colin said, pulling himself up to a sitting position and taking his wife's arm in his hands.

"A towel would suffice," Whitney remarked as she watched her husband licking his semen off of the back of her freckled arm and hand. "You sure you aren't gay, Colin?"




Mary's Evolution: Book 12



"Absolutely sure," Colin said. "I only eat my own. Did I ever tell you about back when I was young?"

"When you used to be able to bend over far enough so that you could almost suck yourself off?" Whitney asked. "Yes, you've shared that with me dozens of times. You were so flexible that you could reach the tip of your penis with your tongue. Those were the days, right?"

"My semen is rather pleasant tasting. Better than most, or so I've been told." Colin smiled as he finished his housekeeping. "There. No more mess."

"What about the other mess?" Whitney chided. "The missing tape from the cabin? It wasn't Mary who took it. She seemed stunned that there was a camera, and she's not that good an actress to fool me."

"It's being taken care of as we speak, my dear," Colin declared. "Had to be old Lloyd. Sick little fucker."

"You realize what a tape like that could do to you, if it ever got out?" Whitney told him. "It would ruin our chances."

"Like I said, it's being handled."

"That's another reason not to have that damn camera," Whitney said. "Even if it would mean not having this to look at."

The screen showed Mary kneeling on the bed, straddling Whitney's face, and after pulling up on the redhead's puffy nipples as far as she could, Mary's hands went up to her own breasts. Watching Mary kneading and clawing at her magnificent tits, Whitney sat mesmerized even though she had seen this before. Those breasts. Those incredible breasts.

...

Chapter Five: The teacher gets a lesson.

Lloyd was headed down the basement stairs faster than he had ever gone down there before, and the speed was dictated by the man who had a fistful of his pajamas and was practically carrying the teacher down in front of him. 

The knock at the door had disturbed Lloyd's favorite time of the evening, movie time. Going up to answer the knock before the noise woke his wife up, he was startled when the door flew open, knocking him back against the wall as these two giants stormed into the house and closed the door behind them.

Without a word Lloyd was hustled down the stairs, gasping for air as the collar of his pajamas was clenched tightly around his throat. Once downstairs, they made it clear that this wasn't a social call.

"I'm going to let go of your throat," The man said curtly. "You will not make a sound. We are associates of Mr. Heath. Understand? Not a sound."

Lloyd, on the verge of losing consciousness, nodded rapidly and was rewarded for his compliance. Gasping for air, Lloyd stood with his hands on his knees as he struggled for breath, while from upstairs the sound of footsteps came through the ceiling.

"Be creative," the taller one said. "Your wife does not want to see any movies with you in them."

The black clad guy was holding a tape in his hand and waved it ominously in front of Lloyd, while from the top of the stairs his wife called down to him.

"Lloyd? Are you alright?"

"Fine dear," Lloyd answered. "I was bringing down the trash and stumbled. That's all."

"Clumsy old fool," his wife muttered, and as the footsteps retraced their path Lloyd exhaled loudly as he faced the two brutes, who seemed to delight in his discomfort.

"You know why we're here," the shorter guy said, and since they were dressed the same and looked alike, only their size separated them, but the idea of calling a man that was about 6'2" and 230 pounds the small one was ludicrous.

"No, I don't," Lloyd stuttered. "I don't have much money, but you're welcome to..."

"Lloyd," the tall one sighed, pulling on a leather glove and flexing his fingers while shaking his head. "You're supposed to be a teacher. Get smart. Mr. Heath was kind enough to show you his hospitality, and you repay him by stealing from him?"

"The tape, asshole!" the shorter guy snarled, and if the tall one was playing the good cop, the other guy knew his role. "I'm not going to waste any fucking time down here in your pervert hole. Bad enough we just spent five minutes outside watching you whack off."

"We aren't going to count to three," the tall guy said.

"It's in the player," Lloyd said, motioning over to the machine over next to the TV.

"That's what you were stroking off to just now?" the tall one sneered, walking over to the player and ejecting the tape.

"Check it to make sure it's the right one," the short guy warned his partner.

Holding the tape up and checking the markings on it, he nodded and dropped it on the floor before lifting his foot and stomping the case, shattering it into many pieces. The man picked up the piece that had the identifying marking on it and put it in his pocket before dealing with the rest

"Teach here looks like you just shot his puppy," the short man laughed, enjoying the pained expression on Lloyd's face as he watched his favorite tape get ripped out of the shell and get destroyed, first by tearing it and then by throwing it in a wastebasket and pouring some kind of wretched smelling liquid all over it.

"You make copies?" Where are they?" 

"Tapes? No," Lloyd said, his face showing how distraught he was. "Didn't think I would ever need another tape."

"Live and learn, Teach," the shorter man snarled. "Just in case you do have any copies sitting around, you might want to think twice about ever having them appear. Ii's dangerous"

"Watch this tape after we go," the tall guy instructed Lloyd. "As you watch, think about what your wife would think if she saw it. Your neighbors. The school board. They don't look too kindly on teachers fucking students."

"I never..."

"We saw the fucking thing."

"Pretty sick," his partner chimed in.

"Just remember," the tall guy warned. "And just because you've kept us waiting, not to mention the fact that you lied to us, you're going to need to pay a service charge."

"Service charge?" Lloyd squeaked.

"Correct. Drop your pajamas."

"What?"

"You heard the man. He said drop the pajamas before I drop you, motherfucker."

Lloyd's knees were knocking together as he contemplated his options, and it didn't take long because there were none. His dick felt like it was trying to burrow up into his intestines as his trembling hands took apart the snap and let the bottoms fall down.

Lloyd's eyes were screwed shut, his face turned away from the two men, and while he couldn't see their expressions he could hear their stifled laughter and their derisive comments directed at his privates.

"Good grief," the tall one muttered as he took out his phone and snapped a picture of the teacher while his partner laughed his ass off. "It looks like a penis, only a hell of a lot smaller."

"Fucking pathetic. I'd be ashamed to show a woman that thing."

"Okay, enough fun and games," the tall guy snapped, adjusting the glove on his hand again. "Spread your legs. Which do you want? Fist or foot?"

"What?" Lloyd asked, and when the other guy pulled open his jacket and showed Lloyd what was hidden his pants Lloyd complied.

"Your choice. You're getting it in the nuts. Sort of a deterrent to you fucking students any more. Which do you want. My fist or my foot?"

"PLEASE!" Lloyd whined.

"I think he said fist," the short guy snapped.

"NO!" Lloyd howled, his knees starting to give way as he started to urinate on the carpet, his bladder apparently giving way as he tinkled uncontrollably, to the disgust of his adversaries.

"What a loser!" the two guys said almost in harmony as they turned to leave, with the taller one stopping at the foot of the stairs to remind Lloyd of something.

"Watch the tape, Teach. And don't be bold or stupid or else we'll be back. Not with threats either. If I ever end up getting sent back to see you, I swear I'll cut your dick right off and shove it down your wife's throat."

The men went up the stairs and out of the house, leaving Lloyd to stand there and get his heart beating normally again.

"Good thing I had to pee," Lloyd muttered as he cleaned up his mess. "Maybe they really would have done that stuff to me.

After finishing, Lloyd popped the tape into the player. He knew that he never had so much as laid a hand on a student, so he had no idea what could be on the tape,

"Aha!" Lloyd said as the film started up.

A tape made through the venetian blinds of his classroom, and while it wasn't clear at all, it was good enough to show him standing up in front of his classroom with a girl. Not a student, but a former student, and as he watched himself throwing everything off of his desk and having sex with Mary Koutusis, he laughed and popped the tape out of the machine.

Okay, so while it wasn't an actual student, Mary's image wasn't clear enough to identify her, so it certainly would be more than enough to get his ass in a world of trouble. Fornicating on a desk in a classroom is frowned upon even today. Lloyd would absolutely be fired and humiliated beyond words, not to mention what it would do to his wife.

"Touche! Well played, Heath, you sleazy bastard!" Lloyd chirped with no apparent dismay as he pulled out the fake heating vent on the wall and reached behind the strong box to extract the DVD.

Marked "STANLEY CUP FINALS 1991", the disc sparkled in his hand, and after replacing the vent, Lloyd popped the disc into the DVD player and went back to his favorite chair to relax.

As the image of Heath's cabin bedroom filled the screen, Lloyd felt some feeling return to his genitals. A feeling that was back in full when Mary entered the room.

"Sweet Mary," Lloyd sighed, stroking his dick as he savored the movie that would last forever. 

To think that he would ever have let go of that tape was ludicrous. Not for any amount of money. Oh, who wouldn't mind seeing Heath crash and burn over something like the scandal that would arise over such a tape, Lloyd figured, but for him to to do anything like that would hurt Mary as well, and that was something that he would never let happen. 

"I'd rather die first," Lloyd muttered, while on the screen he was burying his face between those wondrous globes, those moments captured forever through the magic of video.

And if this copy should be found, Lloyd thought as he reassured himself, there was always the other copies he had stashed elsewhere as insurance.

"That's my girl," Lloyd said to the television just as Mary's lips were sliding down his cock, and the tingling he experienced that night was happening again right now as he watched. "Mary didn't laugh at me. She liked it. Here it comes, baby. Ohhh!"

...

thanks for reading. the end is near.



Mary's Evolution: Book 13



A few months later, the world as Mary knew it bore little resemblance to the way it was before that fateful night when Greg Mullin came into the bedroom and took liberties with the chubby 18 year old.

That night set forth a series of events that affected a number of people, some for the better and some for the worse. Mary's lifelong friend Brianna Mullin, Greg's daughter, was one of those affected most drastically, and only time will tell the end result.

...

Chapter One: Brianna at 19.

Brianna looked around the sparsely furnished apartment that she had just moved into a few days earlier. She had moved in with her new roommate, who was getting dressed for work. Her roommate was her employer, who was responsible for her getting the job, as well as the apartment.

The roommate had also staked her to the apartment she had just moved from, which had been located in the same complex. The first apartment was a studio, but when he told her that things had changed and whether she would mind if he moved in with her, she couldn't say no.

It wasn't like she had any options. Like the book said, you can't go home again, and in this case it was because the Mullin house had a FOR SALE sign on the lawn. For sale by her mother's real estate firm, and still available the last time she went by.

Her mother was shacked up with some dude from Sri Lanka or Dubai or someplace else that Bree had never heard of. Maybe that was Mom's new motto; Buy a house from me and I'll shack up there and fuck you. It didn't matter to Brianna, because it wasn't like they were on speaking terms or anything. 

Mom had taken a dim view of what had been going on under her nose at the Mullin residence, Bree recalled, not that deal old Mom had been there much to begin with. Too busy fucking every Tom, Dick and Reggie, as it turned out.

It wasn't the fact that her mother had caught Brianna fucking Mary's father that set everything in motion, according to Gerry, and he said that Mom had been watching the two of them going at it that afternoon besides. She even made a pass at Gerry too while she was showering, according to him, and that sounded like something right up her alley.

Guess it was the other thing, Bree reasoned. Dumb drunk Dad had to run his mouth off and screw everything up. From what Brianna could gather, after Mom had found out that he had been fucking Mary, she tore into him when he got home that very evening after Brianna and Mr. Koutusis were witnessed in action.

"You sick fucker!" Brianna remembered her mother screaming at her father when he came home from work expecting dinner instead of a brawl. "How could you screw her? If you have to fuck something, why a little girl?"

Brianna guessed that Dad must have had a few drinks on the way home, because he was apparently confused. Maybe he thought that Tracy had said "your" little girl, because he panicked and started alibiing and babbling.

"It wasn't my fault," Greg had yelled back. "She was the one who started it."

"An 18 year old girl came on to you?" Tracy scoffed. "Bullshit."

"It only happened a couple of times," Greg protested, not mentioning the fact that the only reason it had stopped was because Brianna had grown frustrated with his inability to get it up for her. 

"Gerry Koutusis said you've been fucking her for months, and right in this damn house to boot!" Tracy screeched.

Brianna recalled less than fondly her father looking at her in horror just as she came into the hallway to find out what the yelling was about. 

"How did Gerry Koutusis know? How could you, Bree?" Dad asked Brianna. "What did you do, blabbermouth? Tell Mary?"

It was like being in the middle of an Abbott and Costello routine, Brianna soon discovered, and by the time she figured things out, the snowball was already rolling down the mountain.

"Dad, I didn't say anything to anybody about anything!" Brianna screamed, but Dad was going off.

"Tell your mother how it was," Greg Mullin whined. "You were the one that came on to me! I didn't even want to do it with you. Mary was the one I wanted!"

"What the fuck are you talking about, Greg?" Tracy yelled in confusion before the light bulb went on over her head. "You don't mean? Oh come on! What the fuck is wrong with you?"

Mom kept looking back and forth at her husband and her daughter as she struggled to comprehend the magnitude of what was going on.

"Besides fucking Mary Koutusis, you had sex with your own daughter as well, you pervert?"

"Just a few times," Dad whimpered. "Come off it, Tracy. If we had an 18 year old son instead of a daughter, you would be gobbling his cock every night while tucking him in. You fuck everything with a pulse, you slut!"

Tracy Mullin flew at her husband, swinging wildly with all her might, scratching and clawing at her retreating husband in between raining blows all over him. Dad went tumbling down the steps, crashing unceremoniously into the door at the entrance, and in his only wise move of the day Greg Mullin scrambled to his feet and flew out the door.

Tracy then turned to her daughter, and started in on her, but Brianna wasn't in the mood for any of that.

"And you, you fucking little whore!" Tracy hissed. "What kind of a slut are you?"

"It's in the genes, bitch," Brianna spat, easily sidestepping her mother as she charged blindly at her.

"Think twice Mom!" Brianna shouted a few seconds before she got charged again, and when Tracy failed to heed her warning Bree's short right to the head knocked her mother down like she was shot.

"Get out of this house, you pig," Tracy hissed, wiping the blood from the cut above her eye.

Brianna packed her stuff and left as fast as she could, even though she had nowhere to go. That evening she got a guy from school to let him sleep in the basement of his parents house in exchange for a blow job, but Bree knew that she had to find something more permanent, so even though it burned her to do it, she went to Mary's house.

Mary wasn't home, but her parents were. Brianna felt creepy there with Mary's mother, but tried to treat Mary's father just like she always had before so his wife wouldn't catch on, but it wasn't easy. All she could think about, strangely enough despite all the turmoil in her life at that moment, was Gerry's cock.

Gerry seemed to feel the same way, and after Brianna told Mr. and Mrs. Koutusis her tale - minus the part about her exploits with her Dad and Gerry of course - Gerry offered to help the poor girl out. After making a couple of calls, Gerry told his wife that he had found Brianna a place to stay until everything blew over, and volunteered to drive her there.

"Sorry about all this," Gerald said as he drove Brianna and her suitcase over to this apartment complex where a friend of his had a furnished little studio available.

"Just for now, until you figure out what you want to do," Gerald said as he drove across town.

"I know what I want to do," Brianna said. "I wanna fuck you."

"That sounds like an excellent idea," Gerry rasped as Brianna reached over and began grabbing at his groin, trying to pull his rubbery hose out of his pants. "We're here though."

"Hurry," Brianna told Gerald as he went into the manager's office, and she found it difficult to endure having the guy show them the apartment, because there was only one things she could think of.

As soon as the door clicked behind the manager, they began tearing at each others clothes like rabid animals. They ended up fucking on the floor, and even though Brianna's pussy was still sore from the day before, she was too horny to care. Whatever it was about Gerald Koutusis, it had struck a chord in her.

She came almost immediately, and after her orgasm she lay there limply while Gerald slammed that massive weapon into her with a speed and intensity that sent them inching across the carpet with each thrust, until they were jammed against the wall.

Her back was burning from the friction of the carpet when she felt his cock jerking deep inside of her, emptying his nuts into her womb, and as he pulled his flaccid cock out of her gaping pussy she felt his warm seed trickle down into the crack of her ass.

...

Chapter Three: That was then. This is now.

Now on the eve of her 19th birthday, Brianna was in the office of Gerry's construction company, struggling to do the job she was clearly unqualified to do. A fact that was not lost on the only other woman in the office, a sourpuss of an old bag who resented Bree from the start.

Bree hated the woman, but she couldn't really blame her. After all, she knew why she was there. They all knew. Mrs. Carlin was there to do the books and Brianna was there to do Gerald Koutusis, and since they had gotten together, Gerald had discovered that he had a lot of pent up desire.

With the nubile and willing Brianna, he had an outlet for his energy, and when he came back to the office late in the afternoon, he had a present for Brianna.

"Open it up, baby," Gerry said after ushering Bree into his office. "This is an early birthday present. More for me than you though."

"What is this?" Brianna asked, holding up the little green uniform for a second before recognizing it. 

"Weren't you ever one?" Gerald asked, chuckling at the sight of Bree holding up the scout uniform in front of herself.

"No, that was goofy stuff," Brianna said, laughing at the sash and all of the little flair that went along with it. but when she saw how happy Gerry looked as he watched her, she smiled. "But this is neat."

"Then you'll wear it?" Gerry asked hopefully.

"For you, my big furry teddy bear, anything," Brianna cooed, jumping onto Gerry's lap and wrapping her arms around his neck.

"I can't wait to see you in it," Gerry said as he nibbled on her ear, while his hand inched under Brianna's skirt and found her naked underneath.

"Want me to put it on now? Brianna asked with a giggle as his hand found her moist delta.

"Want to save it for tonight," Gerry gasped, running his fingers over the faint down that surrounded the lips of her sex.

"Haven't been waxed this week yet," Brianna warned. "Should I?"

"Yes - wait, no!" Gerry said quickly. "Tomorrow maybe. I like the way this feels now."

"Do you?"

"Yeah," Gerry moaned. "The hair that's grown in, it's more like peach fuzz right now. So soft and downy."

"You aren't," Brianna whispered, while outside the door Mrs. Carlin puttered around. "I feel you getting hard right now. Too bad we can't do it right here on the desk."

"Tonight, baby," Gerry said as he reluctantly lifted Bree off his lap. "Right after you sell me some cookies."

...

Chapter Four: Cookies?

"I'm scared, Mr. Koutusis," Brianna protested as Gerry leaned her back onto the bed. "My Mommy is waiting for me."

"She can wait a little while," Gerry said while his hand undid the buttons of her uniform shirt. "She'll be so proud of you for selling all of those cookies too. And look what we have here. Isn't this sweet?"

Gerry's hands caressed the soft cups of the training bra, feeling the nipples harden beneath the fabric, and as he deftly opened the front clasp and parted the cups, his fingers massaged the perky titty that he exposed.

"These are nice, baby," Gerald moaned before smothering her breast with his lips, and as he sucked on the bud his hand worked down under the skirt and beneath the cotton panties.

"Ooh, that really feels nice baby," Gerry groaned. "You've got a little hair down there now, I see. And you're wet too. Here, give me your hand."

Gerald brought Brianna's hand, which she managed to make quiver to appear as if she was really scared, into the open fly of his pants and had her bring his semi-turgid cock out.

"You know what that is, don't you baby?" Gerald asked. "It's my dick. You've seen one of these before, right?"

"I saw my Daddy's," Bree said.

"Really?" Gerry asked. "So there's no reason to be frightened."

"Yes, but yours is so big," Bree sniffed, her fingers clutching the thick shaft while Gerry moved her hand up and down for her.

"Bigger than your father's?" Gerry asked, and his stiffening cock surged mightily in Bree's hand when she answered.

"Yes. Way bigger. Your is so much longer and thicker, and it's really hard too! Please don't."

"I want you, honey," Gerry said, nudging his pants down to the floor as he climbed up on top of Brianna, pulling her uniform up out of the way as he brought his cock up into the soft channel of her opening.

"It hurts," Bree whimpered as he slid the plum-sized glans of his member into her warmth.

"Such a sweet little pussy," Gerry whispered. "Maybe after you feel how good my dick will feel in your pussy, you'll let me put it in someplace else. Just a little way."

"NO!" Bree cried out, her melodramatic face replaced by one of real terror when she heard the words that accompanied his finger reaching down lower and probing her anus.

"Okay okay! Don't worry, I won't! Here it comes baby," Gerald sighed with disappointment as he slid deeper into Bree's pussy, and as he began to work himself in and out of her tender orifice, Bree's acting began to break down, as it often did when she began to get hot, but that was okay because soon he suspected that he would be lost in the moment as well. 

His suspicions proved to be correct, as he ended up pile-driving the little blonde into the mattress as he thrust his cock deep into her pussy, and he wouldn't cum until she did herself, at least once. 

He did cum eventually, after Brianna had cum herself and her limp and lithe form had merely become a receptacle for Gerald's lust and seed. Afterward, as the lay in the bed, with the costume strewn all over the place, Brianna knew that it would be put on again at some time, along with the cheerleader costume and the other outfits Gerry had gotten for her.

"You said you're going to get waxed tomorrow?" Gerry asked, his hand going from rubbing the tiny strip of stubble under her upraised arm to slide over her semen-drenched pussy.

"Yes, at lunch time."

"Well, instead of coming back to work, why not take the rest of the day off?" Gerry suggested. "I've got a pass to some fancy-ass health club somebody gave me. You might as well use it, because I don't need it. My work and the workouts with you are all the exercise I need."

"Thanks," Bree said, kissing her furry guy in gratitude for not having to hang around that boring office all day.

Gerald watched Bree's cute butt wiggle out of the room, shaking his head as he thought about how badly he wanted to do that simple act at least once in his life. Sure, he realized, Brianna was a tiny woman, but he had fantasized all his life about what it would feel like. Someday, he vowed.

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Chapter Five: Chance meeting.

As Brianna gingerly got off of the exercise bike and headed for the locker room, she kept an eye on the short brunette who had been working out over in the corner of the gym with a personal trainer.

When she first saw the girl, she immediately dismissed her as having a vague resemblance to her former friend. After all, Mary Koutusis in a health club like this, and with a personal trainer no less? It seemed ludicrous, and besides, this woman was so much more - different looking than Mary.

Her hair was cut differently, for one thing. Then there were the eyebrows. This woman's eyebrows were full, but not nearly as thick and unruly as Mary's where. And the nose looked smaller too, but maybe that was because this woman wasn't wearing glasses. As for the waist, this woman had none.

So Brianna made it a point to keep an eye on this woman during the afternoon, and when it appeared that the trainer had stopped the session, Brianna got ready to move.

The Mary look-alike was headed for the locker room, and as she did, Brianna followed in quick pursuit. The woman in question disappeared around the corner from where Brianna's locker was, so Bree quickly undressed and grabbed a towel.

Pulling it around her, Bree hustled around the corner towards the showers, where the woman was grabbing a towel just as Bree approached. Their eye met, and Brianna instantly realized that this wasn't a Mary look-alike, it was Mary.

They both froze in disbelief, and for a brief second when their eyes met they forgot they were not friends any longer, before they laughed nervously.

"Hi, Bree," Mary said, holding her towel at her side. "Long time. I didn't know you were a member here."

"Just visiting," Bree said, her eyes trying not to look at Mary, who was standing there naked without the slightest inclination to hide herself. Brianna figured that Mary must not know about her being with her father, because she didn't mention a thing about it.

"Headed to the showers?" Mary asked, and when Brianna nodded they walked to the rear of the room and into the steam-filled shower chamber.

Bree followed Mary to the pillar in the center the room and turned on a nozzle opposite Mary, letting the spray wash over her while Mary did the same.

This was some kind of Bizarro world, Bree thought to herself, because everything is backwards. I was there practically cowering in fear while Mary was the bold and confident one, brazenly standing in the most obvious place in the room, almost flaunting herself, and with good reason.

Gone was the pudgy and shy girl Brianna had known all her life. Her arms were not fleshy but firm, almost muscular looking as they flexed while Mary washed her hair, oblivious to Bree's staring. Under those chiseled arms, Mary's armpits were gentle hollows that looked as creamy as butter, in no way resembling the hairy jungles that she had sported months earlier.

Her breasts were still enormous, but beneath them was a trim waist as flat as her own, Bree noted. Her butt was still large, but there was no fat on it, just tight butt cheeks. Mary would never be skinny, because obviously she was too big boned for that, but this girl opposite her was an incredible voluptuous woman.

"You look sensational," Brianna said after they turned off the spray and head out to dry, and Bree couldn't help but notice that when other woman looked their way as they walked through the room to their lockers, it was Mary that got their attention.

"Oh," Mary said modestly before they parted. "Lasix, and a little work here and there. You look great too, but then again you always did."

Brianna had to go over to her own locker, where she dried and tried to get herself to look presentable before trying to catch up to Mary again. When they met again they walked toward the exit, with Mary talking on the phone to somebody before hanging up.

"Too bad you aren't a member here," Mary said. "We could work out together."

"Out of my league," Bree said glumly.

"It's a perk of my job," Mary explained as they walked outside.

"You aren't in school anymore?" Bree asked.

"Yes and no," Mary said, looking around the parking lot. "I'm an intern for Assemblyman Heath - soon to be United States Senator Heath hopefully. I get credit for my degree."

"That must be awesome," Bree gushed. 

"It is," Mary said. "Make sure you register to vote if you haven't already. Heath in 2010!" 

"Uh, do you need a ride or anything?" Bree asked.

"No, I've got a car coming," Mary said, watching as the limo swung into the lot. "Thanks though. Great to see you again."

Brianna watched as Mary went towards the white limousine that quietly rolled to a stop in front of the building, before stopping and spinning around.

"Oh Bree!" Mary said, walking toward her and giving her a hug. "Happy birthday. Almost forgot."

"Oh, thanks."

"And say hi to my Dad too," Mary added, and Brianna's face flushed with embarrassment and the realization that Mary knew all about it. "I'm not talking to him after what he did to Mom, but still... he's my Dad."




Mary's Evolution: Book 13



"I'm sorry," Brianna said softly.

"Hey, stuff happens, doesn't it?" Mary said with a shrug. "Who am I to throw stones? As long as you didn't do it out of spite towards me."

"I don't think so," Brianna said. "Maybe at first, but now - I really like him."

"Well, hope it all works out for you two," Mary smiled as she went back to the car, where a tall black man in a uniform was waiting with the door open for her. "If he gets hurt? Well, I guess what goes around comes around. See ya, Bree."

"Bye," Brianna whispered, tears welling in her eyes as the limo door closed. "Miss you."

...

thanks for reading. the end comes next.



Mary's Evolution: Book 14



This is the final book in the story of Mary Koutusis, a chubby young woman who had turned 18 as a shy and innocent virgin and was about to become a 19 year old woman who was no longer plump or timid. As for the innocent part, those days ended months earlier as well.

Now an eager intern for her mentor and lover, State Assemblyman Colin Heath, Mary was on the verge of becoming an insider on the most inside game in the country, the United States Senate. As a trusted aide, she was working 16 hour days doing everything she could for her boss, and occasionally for his wife.

As for everyone else that had come and gone in Mary's life over the last year, their lives had already been changed forever.

This final episode in particular has a little something to offend nearly everyone, I suspect, much like a chapter or to may have bothered those who have read it all but the story of Mary's evolution would not be complete without this.
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Chapter One: The insurance man calls.


Greg Mullin squinted at the clock on the night stand, dreading the thought of having to get up and go to work. The fact that he was in a bed these nights, instead of scrunched on the couch in the break room of his insurance office, was an improvement however.

Greg rolled over and looked at the woman resting beside him, wondering how he could have ended up in this bed with this woman. Was he so consumed with the thought of payback - of revenge - that he would have sunk to this level? 

A stiff cock has no conscience, or so they say, but Greg was having trouble in that regard as well, despite all of the incentive for him to excel. He used to be great in bed. Mary used to tell him that all the time. Tracy used to... well, what the hell did she know?

The woman next to him in bed had told him he was good, at least the first time they had made love. Once the initial rush of adrenalin had worn off, Greg was finding it tougher and tougher to perform. What was the problem? Simple. They weren't Mary.

Brianna? Having a problem getting it up with her, that he could understand. She was a skinny girl who had none of the features that excited him. Small tits and no hair anywhere to speak of was a real turn-off, and besides, Greg thought with a smirk, after all she WAS his daughter.

The woman next to him in the bed, while she was a little closer to what he was looking for, was still not his ideal or even close. Still not Mary, but who else on earth would be closer? After all, Anna Koutusis was Mary's mother.

Same facial features as Mary, Greg mused as he looked over at the wife of the man he loathed. Anna's breasts were sure big enough too, but lacked the spectacular natural firmness of her daughter's, sagging badly when she stood and  collapsing onto themselves when she was on her back, like she was now.

The rest of Anna had been a disappointment as well. Her belly was even softer than Mary's had been in the beginning, and between her legs the triangle of hair was sparse and not nearly as widespread as Mary's lush forest had been. 

The only thing that interested Greg during the first time they made love were the wisps of hair Anna had under her arms. Nothing approaching her daughter's incredible armpits, but it was at least something.

When they made love the next time, Greg was stunned to see that she had shaved under her arms, and it was all he could do was get himself up and eventually off.

"Oh, I wanted to look nice for you this time," Anna explained when Greg questioned her about the sandpaper texture of her underarms. "The last time, well after I told Gerry to get out of the house I sort of let myself go for a while. Don't worry, Greg, I won't let that happen again."

So know he was stuck in a relationship with a woman that he did not love, screwing her only so he could have a roof over his head until he could get something out of the financial tangle his wife Tracy had made of their money.

And if he didn't start performing better, he might lose that. Anna had started to get frustrated last night as she tried to get him erect for the longest time. There was something more than Anna's relative lack of appeal to him. It was the way that he felt he had to outperform Gerald.

He couldn't outperform Colin Heath, and that was proved by Mary running off into his arms at the first opportunity. Then with Brianna, he had come up short too. The topper was the photos that Gerald Koutusis had sent to him. Pictures of him impaling little Bree with that huge cock of his, and of her with a mouthful of that gigantic organ looking like she was loving every inch of it.

"Here's what your little girl looks like when she's with a real man," Gerald had written. "A man who has what it takes to satisfy an 18 year old girl. They're funny that way. They like cocks hard, Greg my boy. Maybe that limp noodle of yours is also why my daughter dumped you too!"

That bastard, Greg mumbled. How could Brianna tell him about that? Besides, Mary didn't dump him because of not getting it up, you asshole. It was different stuff.

Greg was enraged when he looked at the pictures, but he didn't know what upset him more; the fact that this big ape was having sex with his daughter, or the fact that in the photos Bree seemed to be enjoying it so much.

It was when he got the photos that he started the process that ended up with Gerry Koutusis getting shown the door by his wife, and with Greg playing the role of grieving father and concerned friend well enough to seduce Anna Koutusis. To Greg's surprise, Gerry remained unaware that he was the one that had told Gerry's wife about his affair with Bree, and he was equally unaware that the informant had taken up residence at the Koutusis house.

Greg felt like sending Gerald a picture of him fucking his wife. Maybe that would shut him up, Gerald thought. Might be a good idea to send him a picture of his wife sucking on an erection though, instead of yanking away on his limp dick while those droopy tits of hers flopped all over the place.


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Chapter Two: The campaign train starts rolling.



Mary hustled behind her boss, cradling folders of materials against her chest as she moved her short legs at top speed in an effort to keep up with Colin as he headed for the private plane.

They were headed for Buffalo for another speech, this time in front of some union officials, and Mary had the copy of the speech Colin was to deliver right on the top of the pile.

Focused on unemployment, which was a sore spot in the western part of the state, it was designed to raise the spirits of the loyal base of support, while hoping to send some money into the campaign coffers.

The union endorsement was a given, but they had other things to offer like phone banks, which they could be more or less generous with, depending on their enthusiasm.

It was just the three of them riding on the plane; Colin Heath, his chief of staff Elliot Markham, and Mary. Whitney was busy working New York City, where all of the money was, and her charm was supposed to woo her socialite friends to give the maximum allowed.  

After taking off, Colin unbuckled his seat belt and motioned to Mary to follow him to the rear of the plane, while telling his chief aide that he was going back to work on his speech, which was true in part.

Elliot Markham nodded and sunk down into his seat, trying to get some rest before hitting Buffalo. After closing the curtain behind them, Colin Heath undid his tie and hung up his jacket while leafing through the speech. Kneeling in front of Colin, Mary unbuckled his pants and helped him off with them, carefully folding them before going back to Colin.

The boxers came down and off, and as Colin eased down into the chair, Mary took his flaccid member in her hand and let it slide down her throat.

"That's my girl," Colin said, and as Mary began sucking on his cock he started to mumble the speech.

Mary used to feel self-conscious about doing this with Mr. Markham out there on the other side of the curtain, but Colin had put her mind to rest.

"Elliot doesn't give jack shit about anything but politics," Colin had told him. "Besides, he's as queer as they come, and has had the same boyfriend for 18 years, so he isn't jealous of either of us."

"Don't worry about him wanting you to service him even though he's technically your boss," Colin added with a laugh. "Even you aren't that charming, my dear."

So Mary sucked his cock just like she always did, wet and loudly, while Colin kept practicing the delivery of his speech.

"Jack Kemp," he said. "Good to put that in there. He's a Republican, but he's popular out there, and besides he's dead. Did Whitney call?"

"Yes," Mary said, stroking Colin's swelling cock as she took a breath. "She said she got 140K from the luncheon and a promise from Bloomberg to stay out of it.

"Good for you Whitney, you lovable lezzie," Colin chirped, and Mary dutifully went back to work, hardly noticing the tip of his cock graze the back of her throat as the plane bounced in the turbulence. "Slow down babe. I want to last a bit."

"Colin?" came Elliot Markham's voice from the other side of the curtain.

"Come," Colin announced, and Mary heard the rustle of the fabric as the aide ducked his head in.

He had seen Mary servicing Colin several times before, so many times that Mary hardly missed a beat as she dutifully worked over his manhood with her mouth and spinning hand. Even the time he had barged in while giving the candidate a rimming failed to dampen Mary's enthusiasm, although Colin teased her that Mr. Markham might have been taking notes while she tongued him.

"Half hour to Buffalo," Elliot said. "You remember the mayor's name this time?"

"Absolutely," Colin said. "I never make the same mistake twice."

"No, you'll fuck up something else," Elliot Markham sighed, closing the curtain and returning to his seat.

"Ah Elliot!" Colin sighed. "What an upbeat guy. That's it Mary, almost time to bring me to that happy place. Did I ever tell you that you suck cock better than anybody in the world?"

Mary gargled a yes while nodding, churning Colin's balls as she deep-throated him.

"Hear it comes, my love," Colin grunted as he erupted into Mary's mouth and down her accepting throat, not missing a drop as she sucked him until he went completely limp in her mouth.

"How was that, United States Senator Heath?" Mary asked as she wiped off his cock with some wipes.

"Not yet! No jinxing us," Colin warned.  "A lot can happen before November."

"Siena poll says you're up by 19. Zogby says 22 today," Mary announced while swabbing his balls with the moist towelette.

"Still a lot to do," Colin said, getting dressed  under Mary's careful supervision. "Got to kill them in Buffalo. Kiss Mayor Jackson's ass."

"The mayor's name isn't Jackson, it's..."

"Just kidding Mary, Colin said as he opened the curtain as went back to his seat. "You're getting as bad as jumpy old Elliot here. Loosen up."

"Just confirmed it," Elliot said gleefully as he clicked his phone off. "He's coming."

"Hot damn!" Colin howled as he buckled up.

"Who's coming?" Mary asked excitedly.

"The man," Elliot said proudly. 

"NOT the chosen one," Colin explained as Mary's head swiveled between the two men while trying to keep up with the conversation. "I'm afraid he's busy flying around putting out other fires in closer races. We're getting the next best thing."

"Slick Willy," Elliot said with a laugh. 

"The ex-President?"

"In the flesh. Thursday on the State Capitol steps at lunch time, so that all the state workers can go out and get a long lunch," Elliot chirped.

"How about that?" Colin remarked. "Call Whitney first chance you get, Mary. That news will get even her motor running."


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Chapter Three: Finding out.



Greg Mullin tried to imagine the woman who was patiently working over his cock, trying everything possible to get him hard, was Mary Koutusis instead of her mother Anna. It wasn't for lack of her effort, because she had been energetically sucking on him for about ten minutes.

It wasn't for lack of skills either, because Anna was a very skilled cocksucker, able to take him deep in addition to her having shown considerable skills with her tongue, and had not only managed to adapt quickly to dealing with an uncut cock, but was doing wonderful things with his foreskin. Things that should have had him as hard as blue steel right away.

"I'm sorry, Anna," Greg said while Anna ran her tongue down the underside of his limp dick and all over his balls. "I just can't get those photos out of my mind."

"You need to forget about them," Anna said.

"It's just that seeing how incredibly big he is, and seeing how crazed Bree looked in those photos, I just can't help feeling that you - you know - you're used to so much better," Greg whined.

"I already told you that you're fine," Anna said, pinching his foreskin at the end between her teeth, rubbing them against the retracted head of his member. "The first time we made love was especially great."

"But still, I'm sure that it wasn't like it was for you with your husband."

"I already told you that I really don't want to discuss Gerald."

"But it must have been so much better with him," Greg said. "I looked at the expression on little Bree's face when he's putting that thing inside of her. I mean, I used to see him in the locker room at the club and shake my head, but seeing him hard makes me feel so..."

"You guys think too much about that kind of thing," Anna told him, her pussy so wet with desire that she was getting frustrated by Greg's babbling. She wanted to get laid.

"But after having him inside of you all those years, you probably can't even feel mine."

"Look, the fact is that Gerry and I hadn't had real sex in years. It was alright in the beginning, but as I got older my body changed. I don't know exactly why. I guess I became less flexible or something, but the fact is that I couldn't take him for more than a couple of minutes before it hurt too much and I had to stop," Anna said testily. "There. Satisfied?"

"Really?" Greg said. "But Brianna looked so..."

"I can't tell you about your daughter, Greg. She's very young and her body probably can accommodate him better than I could. I'm very satisfied with you. Why can't you believe that?"

"I don't know," Greg said. "You've been great."

"Then why don't you just relax then," Anna said, continuing to pull on Greg's cock, stretching it out slowly and licking the tip. "You've got a beautiful cock, honey. There's surely nothing small about yours. It felt so nice inside of me that first time." 

"It did?"

"Oh yes," Anna said, feeling him get a little firmer in her grasp. "It felt so nice to be able to take your cock in me almost all the way. Not quite all of it, because you're so big yourself."

"I can feel you getting harder now," Anna remarked. "You like me talking like this? You like me talking about your big, beautiful cock, don't you?"

"Yes," Greg grunted, looking up at the ceiling fan that slowly whirled above the bed. 

"I can tell. I can feel the blood surging through the shaft. Getting so nice and big for me. Let me suck it for a while."

Anna bowed her head and took Greg's semi-turgid organ in her mouth, sucking while squeezing his balls roughly.

"That's it, big boy," Anna gasped as she came up for air. "You're getting so big and hard now. Such a nice big cock on such a handsome man. So nice to be able to run my hands over a really hot body. So slender and smooth."

"Oh!" Greg groaned, his cock surging.

"I want your big cock inside of me honey," Anna said. "I need it so bad. How do you want me? On top?"

"No," Greg said, getting out from under Anna and moving her onto her hands and knees.

"That's it baby," Anna said. "Do me any way you want to, be as rough as you want. Take me from behind. Stick that big cock deep inside me until I cum."

"You like it?" Greg snarled as he clutched Anna's meaty hips and sank in cock into Anna's wet pussy. "You like my cock?"

"Yes," Anna gasped. "You're so big, honey. Harder."

The sounds of their bodies slapping together sounded like thunder in the room as Greg thrust into Anna with all of his might.

"Gonna cum!" Anna cried out, and Greg grabbed her by the back of her scalp and slammed her head down into the bedding as he felt her pussy clench his member.

"Oh baby," Anna mumbled after her body stopped quivering. "So good. You're the best."

With Anna's ass high up in the air, Greg parted her ass cheeks and looked at the brown ring, wondering if Gerry had ever sampled that.

"You ever have it up the ass, Anna?" Greg asked as he leaned over her back, reaching around and squeezing her doughy udders. "Gerald ever try that?"

"Oh my no. No, Greg," Anna protested. "Please don't. You're way too big for me. I couldn't. Just like you're doing now is great. Feels so good. Gonna cum again if you keep going."

"You want to cum again, don't you?"

"Yes, baby," Anna said, thrusting herself back into Greg. "You're so good. You fill my pussy up so good with that big cock of yours. Cum with me, baby. Fill my pussy with your seed."

They did cum together a minute later, and after Greg came he pulled his cock out of Anna and slapped his deflated dick into the crevice of Anna's plump ass.

Still got it, Greg said with a sigh of relief, but the more he looked at Anna's puckered asshole, the more he thought about how nice of picture that would make. Him sticking his cock into Gerry's wife's ass right in his old bed. How would you like that, pal?


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Chapter Four: Hail to the chief.



Mary couldn't stop shaking, even though she was at least 10 feet away from the former president. It was like being close to Justin Timberlake or Jay Z, and as she watched him shaking hands with the local politicians, she was afraid she was going to faint at any second.

Mary was stuck in the back, well behind the podium, and as she looked out over Colin's shoulder, she saw the thousands of people spread out on the sloping hill staring up at the dignitaries. How somebody could get up in front of all these people and speak was amazing, but as the former president went to the microphone it was clear that he wasn't phased in the least by the crowd, and he seemed to become even larger in stature as he soaked up every drop of the adulation from the crowd before speaking.

He didn't say anything profound, pretty much sticking to the same old "vote for Colin Heath because he's one of us" mantra that the campaign had run on all summer. There were a couple of Secret Service guys on the stage near Mary, and one even smiled at Mary when she nodded to him. 

It was tough for Colin to follow such a charismatic man to the podium, but he did pretty well, not making any major gaffes and sticking to the script that he had been given. In the end, the crowd, fueled by the free wieners and the prospect of getting to take a long lunch, ate it up along with the free food, and when Colin wrapped up with a plea to give the upstate region a voice in Washington, he left to a rousing ovation.

Then it was over, and Mary shuffled in behind the entourage as they filed into the State Capitol Building for photos and more schmoozing. Mr. Markham was at Colin's side, ready to rescue Colin should he run into any tough questions, but the majority of the people wanted to see the former president.

So did Mary, having really only gotten to see him from the back and side during the rally. Now a little more able to move with the major crush of people departed, Mary jockeyed for a better look.

Tall, Mary thought. Just as tall at Colin, which made him well over a foot taller than herself. Good looking too, even better looking in person, and it was as if he had an aura around him, because the guy positively oozed authority and power, despite him being just an ordinary citizen now.




Mary's Evolution: Book 14



He answered all the reporter's questions, and all of a sudden Mary noticed that he was looking right at her, almost as if he was expecting a question from her. He leaned over and asked Colin something, and then Colin looked at her too and nodded before smiling in her direction.

The questions finally ended, and Colin told the crowd that they had to get ready for a banquet down at the Hilton, but thanked everybody for coming. Colin and the herd left the makeshift podium and began walking down a long hallway, with Mary in hot pursuit.

Not that she had anything to do at this point, since Mr. Markham was in control of it all and would let her know if he needed her, but Mary always tried to be nearby so they all knew she was ready at their call.

Whitney fell into step with Mary, and Mary had to hustle to get her short legs to match her long strides as they trailed Colin.

"Wasn't he something?" Whitney gushed.

"I'm so proud of Colin," Mary said, bubbling with excitement. "He did great."

"Fuck Colin," Whitney scoffed. "I mean Bill. Isn't he something?"

"I'll say."

"I haven't fucked a man for fun since I was young, but for him, I'd make an exception," Whitney said. "Not that he would want me, of course. Where are you headed?"

"Just making sure Colin doesn't need anything. He's going down to the Hilton for that fundraiser, and I have to go to the campaign headquarters to check to make sure they get the best pictures of Colin with the president for the new posters."

"Stick around," Whitney suggested. "I wouldn't leave yet. I think Colin is going to need you."

They walked down a winding staircase where a group of limos were being loaded, and all of a sudden Mary came to a skidding stop when she saw Colin standing around a pillar, talking to...

"Mary?" Colin said gesturing toward her, motioning for her to come over to him.

"Go!" Whitney whispered loudly, and when Mary's knees refused to work, Colin's wife took her by the elbow and brought her over to her husband and his special guest.

"Whitney!" the former president said with a smile that seemed genuine and teeth that were blinding, and Mary watched his eyes drift down to Whitney's bosom, and the teen wondered whetehr he was aware that there was nothing there but foam padding. "Good to see you again."

"My pleasure, Bill," Whitney said, giving him one of those air kisses near the cheek as they embraced.

"This is Mary Koutusis, one of my indispensable people," Colin was saying, and then the smile was aimed right at her.

"I don't doubt that," Mary heard him saying, extending a hand that looked enormous, and Mary instinctively stuck out her own sweaty hand in response while his eyes went up and down her. "I've been watching her all afternoon. She's a little dynamo all right."

Mary somehow said something, but had no idea what it was, because in a flash it was over. Colin whispered something to Whitney and the former president hopped in a limo and headed down the road to the hotel, leaving Mary standing with Colin's wife as the stragglers wandered off.

"Mary?" Whitney said, snapping her fingers in front of her face.

"I peed." Mary said, biting her lip as she felt her soggy panties clinging to her pussy hair.

"Too bad Colin wasn't there to catch it. Come on."

"I can clean up at headquarters," Mary said.

"No time. No headquarters," Whitney said. "I have to get you down to the Hilton."

"I don't think I was scheduled to..."

"Change of plans."

"I don't understand."

"You don't?" Whitney said with a laugh. "Well, you will."



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Chapter Five: Mary's Evolution.



"Mine won't fit you," Whitney said, holding up Mary's soiled panties with the tips of her thumb and index finger before tossing them in the wastebasket. "Let's wash you up as best we can."

Mary was hyperventilating as she spread her legs so that Whitney could wash her pussy, and even the magic touch of Colin's wife did nothing to make her relax.

"Your legs are tan enough so that you can get away without stockings," Whitney said, spraying Mary's crotch with something that she had gotten from her purse.

"I look horrible," Mary said, the reflection in the mirror not lying, because she was a mess, and why did she have to wear this drab navy business suit that made her look so bland. "Can't I go change?"

"No time," Whitney explained. "The banquet starts in less than 2 hours, and he's running out the back door after he talks. Besides, you won't have this on very long anyway."

"Let's get your hair rearranged some," Whitney continued. "Put it up a little. He likes a touch of that trailer park look."

"I can't do this."

"Then you go tell Colin, and I'll get the defibrillator because he will freak the fuck out if you tell him that," Whitney told her. "Get your act together."

"I think I'm going to throw up," Mary said.

"You've already puked your guts out and dry heaved some as well," Whitney said. "It's showtime. Relax. It's not like he's going to fuck you."

"He's not?" Mary said.

"Are you disappointed or relieved?" Whitney said, unbuttoning Mary's blazer pulling it off for a second so she could rub some deodorant into her silky smooth underarms and straighten her blouse. 

"He doesn't fuck. Fucking is sex and he doesn't have sex with other women, or don't you remember that?" Whitney asked, and then rolled her eyes when Mary shook her head. "Keep forgetting how young you are."

"Then what am I supposed to do?" Mary pleaded. "I need to know. Are you coming in with me?"

"No, of course not. I'll take you to the door. As for what you're going to do, I think Bill will decide that. Nothing you haven't done plenty of times before," Whitney told her, putting her blazer on for her and giving her make-up a final check before giving Mary a hug.

"I've never been so scared before in my life."

"No, you're not scared," Whitney said. "You have to keep telling yourself that he's not the fucking ex-president. He's just a 60-something year old guy with a hard-on. YOU have the power."

"Me?"

"Of course. You've always had the power, and never more than right now, Mary," Whitney said. "He wants you. There are hundreds of millions of women and right now he's only thinking of you. You're in control. Don't retreat and don't cower. That was last year's model. Be the woman you've been ever since I met you."

Mary nodded at Whitney, smiling as bravely as she could, and Whitney squeezed her arms before leading her to the door, handing her the folder of papers Mary had been carrying all day.

"These things are your reason for going up there," Whitney said. "Don't want the watchers to think you're doing anything except prepping him for his speech." 

The two of them walked down the hall to the elevators, taking the elevator up to the top floor. When the doors opened they were met by a man with shades on, and the way he nodded at them made Mary giggle.

"Looked like Tommy Lee Jones in Men In Black," Mary whispered as they went down to the only occupied room on the floor. Another suit was at the other end of the hall, talking on the phone, and nodded when he saw the two women approach the room.

"Showtime!" Whitney hissed as she knocked on the door. "Don't let us down. Remember, YOU are the one in control."

Mary took a deep breath as the door opened, and the man that stood on the other side smiled at the two of them before standing to the side and letting Mary walk in.

"Bye Mary," Whitney whispered as she remained outside, and the man that had opened the door nodded at Mary as he walked past her and joined Whitney outside, closing the door behind him before walking down the hall with Whitney.

"Hello darlin'," drawled the man sitting in a chair over in the corner, a jigger of something amber in one hand and a cigar in the other.

"Mr. President," Mary said with a smile, happy that her voice didn't squeak. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Pleasure is all mine, and the name is Bill," he said, rising to his feet.

The tall grey haired man looked elegant even though he was clad in a bathrobe, and as he came over to Mary he stuffed the cigar in a vase.

"Nasty habit, those things," he mentioned. "There ought to be a law against them."

"I think there is, at least inside the hotel," Mary quipped. "But I promise not to tell on you."

"Thank you for that," he said, towering over Mary as he came up to her. "Boy, you are a little gal. Saw you running around all day and knew we had to get acquainted."

Mary smiled as he bent over and kissed her forehead, feeling his strong hands gripping her arms through the blazer.

"I made myself comfortable already," he said, gesturing at his leisurely attire. "Why don't you do the same? What's this stuff anyway?"

"Campaign materials," Mary said.

"Do we need them?"

"I sure hope not," Mary said with a grin that grew wider when he smiled back at her.

Taking the folders from Mary, he set them on a table and went over to the bed, which was in the corner of the spacious room. Sitting on the edge, he watched Mary come over to join him.

"Mind if I take this off?" Mary said, taking a button of the blazer in her hand.

"I'd mind if you didn't," he grinned, and as Mary unbuttoned the blazer she apologized for the outfit.

"If I had known I would be meeting you personally, I would have worn something a little more interesting," Mary said as she peeled off the jacket.

"Oh my!" he sighed as Mary tossed the blazer behind her.

"Warm in here, or is it me?" Mary asked with a grin.

"Way beyond warm, darlin'. If that top comes off..."

Without a word Mary took the blouse up over her head.

"Sweaty," Mary said as she hung the blouse from her finger.

"Me too. Make my day and tell me those babies are real."

"These?" Mary said, gesturing to her breasts that were heaving sensuously inside of Johanna's brassiere. "They're real alright. Want to see them?"

Mary walked over to stand in front of the silver-haired man, who while seated on the bed had become the same height as Mary. 

"You want to help me off with this?" Mary asked, putting her hands behind her head. "It opens in front."

Mary saw that she really wasn't the only one sweating, because there were trickles of perspiration coming down from his brow as he undid the clasps.

His fingers were shaking! Mary was stunned to see the perfectly sculpted nails on those pale fingers trembling a bit as the clasps came free, and when he got to the last one, he was startled when her breasts practically exploded out of their harness.

"Mercy," he exclaimed while Mary shrugged the straps off her shoulders, and when his hands came up to cup her tits she groaned and writhed into them. "They're real and they're spectacular."

He leaned forward and buried his face in her cleavage, and while he nuzzled into the fleshy valley, his hands were unzipping her skirt. 

"Mmm, no panties," he sighed when he saw that Mary was naked when the skirt fell off.

"Kinda got excited when I found out you wanted to see me."

"That right?"

"Yeah, hope you don't mind. Me getting wet thinking about you?"

"Not at all, darlin'" he said. "You still a little wet down there?"

"Feels like I'm dripping," Mary said. "Why don't you find out for yourself?"

Mary opened her thighs as she saw his hand come up, letting his fingers rake through her bush at first, and as he did so he smiled.

"Love a gal with hair down there," he proclaimed. "And oh my stars girl, you sure have it."

"Not too much I hope?" Mary asked.

"No such thing," he smiled. "Now let's see - oh yeah! You ARE wet!"

"Oooh!" Mary cried out as his finger slid inside of her pussy, and when he slid a second one in Mary began writhing into them, her hands clutching at her hair while she humped his hand.

"You like that, don't you little lady?" he remarked just before leaning toward Mary's breasts and looking on to her nipple, which was hot and throbbing as he sucked on it hard.

She came in less than a minute, her body jerking around like a demented marionette as most of his hand worked her pussy over, his teeth nibbling her swollen nipple until she stopped gyrating.

"Oh my my, I'm so sorry that I don't have more time with you," he said as he pulled his hand free from the vise-like grasp Mary's thighs had on it. "The things I could do to with you."

"Better not waste any of the time we do have then," Mary suggested. "Hope you've got something for me to play with too."

"Sure do," he assured her, standing up and parting his robe. He was naked underneath, and his long slender cock was fully erect, the sharply curved prong waving in front of him as Mary dropped to her knees.

"Oh my word, your boss Colin was right," he said as he looked down at Mary who was busy taking the entire thing into her mouth. "You do have a way about you."


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Chapter Six: Out the door.



Mary left the room 74 minutes after she had arrived, according to her precise calculations, leaving the former president to allow him to get ready for the banquet. It had been a rather busy 74 minutes, Mary had to admit, and judging by his comments as she was leaving, he seemed very pleased.

"If I ever get up this way again, I'd like to get together with you, if you wouldn't mind that is?"

"I'd love it. Do you want my cell?" 

"No, I can usually get hold of people when I need to," he told her. "Oh, and one thing dear. My wife will be coming up here in a few weeks to make some kind of appearance at a rally for your boss."

"That will be great!" Mary chirped.

"Now I suspect you'll run into her then," He drawled, but Mary cut him off.

"You don't need to worry," Mary said. "I'm very discreet. None of this ever happened."

"No darlin', you don't understand," he chuckled. "I don't mind if she knows. Matter of fact, I'll probably tell her about you next time our paths cross."

"Oh."

"What I meant was, I have a feeling she'll want to meet you when she comes to town."

"That would be an honor and a pleasure. She's a wonderful woman."

"That she is, but what I meant was, don't be surprised if she wants to spend some - uh - time with you as well," he said shyly. "Matter of fact, I'd be stunned if she didn't insist on it. Just wanted to sort of warn you."

"Warn me? I'm already looking forward to it," Mary assured him.

"Doggone it," he said as he kissed her forehead. "You really are something, aren't you?"

"So I've been told."

"Well, don't ever change then darlin'"

Mary left the room with her folders, smiling curtly at the Men In Black character as she headed back down the elevator to the room where Whitney had prepped her in. Her knuckles had barely touched the door when it flew open, with a breathless Whitney on the other side, pulling her in and slamming the door behind her.

"Well?" Whitney asked, and Mary had to chuckle at the way the usually cool, calm and dignified socialite was carrying on like a teenager at a Jonas Brothers concert.

"Well, what?" Mary coyly replied.

"Don't do this to me," Whitney warned. "I've been down here practically fisting myself thinking about it."

"He was very nice - very charming," Mary explained.

"And?" 

"He came twice," Mary finally divulged. "Once in my mouth and once between my tits."

Whitney lunged at Mary, her tongue practically halfway down the shocked teen's throat, and after Whitney finally had to come up for air she looked at Mary and squeezed her shoulders.

"Closest I'll ever get to tasting it," Whitney lamented, looking down at Mary's breasts. "If I had one, I'd have to put it between them myself. Did he go down on you?"

"Is the bear Catholic?" Mary quipped.

"Damn! Order anything you want from room service, Mary. I'd tell you to come down but seeing you might throw Bill off. He gets sidetracked easily. This will be over pretty soon," Whitney said, grabbing her purse and heading for the door. "Two hours tops. The minute Bill goes out the door I'm coming back up here, so you be ready for me." 

"I don't have anything to wear," Mary said.

"Great," Whitney said. "That's just the way I like you."


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Chapter Seven: Victory.



"Look, you can see Mary there - in the back!" Anna Koutusis proudly pointed out as they watched television in bed. "Doesn't she look sensational?"

"Yeah," Greg Mullin said without enthusiasm as he looked at the bubbly young woman applauding like a trained seal behind Colin Heath as he made his victory speech at some hotel in New York City.

It hurt Greg to look at Mary, knowing that she was likely getting fucked by that asshole Colin Heath, and what was worse, HE was the one responsible. If it wasn't for his bringing Mary to the attention of that guy on that website, she wouldn't have ended up meeting Colin Heath in the first place.

Looking at Mary now was painful as well. Gone was the baby fat, the thick eyebrows and those enormous glasses perched on the bridge of her Streisand-like nose. The tits were still there though, and looked even bigger than ever, although that was probably because of the weight she lost.

The camera lingered on that same shot for what seemed like an eternity, as Mary jumped up and down with glee over every lying word that Senator-elect Heath said, those jugs bouncing around like watermelons. What would I give to get my hands on those beauties once more, Greg thought as he looked over as his consolation prize, Mary's mother.

Tonight would be worth it all, Greg thought as he cuddled up to Anna, grinding his cock in between her ass cheeks. HE was going where her soon to be ex-husband had never gone before, and what was better, thinking about what Gerald Koutusis would say when he got the photos of the event.

"You promised," Greg said as he kneaded Anna's doughy breasts from behind her. "He won, so know you have to keep your campaign promise to me."

"Okay honey," Anna said, letting Greg pull up her nightie as she rolled over. "Can't we at least turn the light off?"

"No, that's the best part," Greg said as he knelt beside Anna with a tube of lube, his fingers ready to prime her while his camera sat hidden under the blanket. "Looking at your sweet ass makes me so hard."

Greg spread Anna's legs apart, exposing the brown balloon knot hidden in the deep crevice between her enormous ass cheeks, and slipped a finger inside the warm cavity.

"Oh, I know that this is going to hurt," Anna whimpered. "Please be gentle."

"I have to get you ready," Greg said as he worked a second finger into the cramped opening. "Now get up on your knees and keep your face down in the pillow."

Anna did as Greg asked, and Greg quickly lubed his cock up with one hand while grabbing the camera with the other. There was no problem getting an erection tonight, and when he looked down at his member swaying near Anna's anus it had never looked bigger. 

Take this, Gerry my boy, Greg mused as he clicked photos of the event in rapid fire. His cock surged as he thought of Gerald looking at these pictures; his wife with two fingers up her ass, with a fat uncut cock poised at the opening and with that same cock surging into that previously virgin territory.

Too bad there wasn't sound, Greg thought as he began to thrust into Anna's ass. Her cries of pain as he sunk his tool deep into her hot cavity were sending chills down his spine as he worked himself into Anna. She wasn't liking this too much, Greg realized, but enentually she began to  warm to the task, and by the time Greg was filling her bowels with his seed she was almost liking it.

"Oh, that hurt me a lot honey," Anna mumbled into the pillow.

"Stay like that for a second," Greg asked.

"What are you doing?"

"Nothing, just looking," Greg replied as he took pictures of his cock sliding out of Anna's anus, and several more of her gaping asshole, and after a final shot of his cum drooling out of her ravaged orifice he ducked the camera out of sight and rolled next to Anna.




Mary's Evolution: Book 14



"It wasn't that bad, was it?" Greg asked sweetly.

"That really hurt a lot," Anna confessed. "Maybe if your cock wasn't as big it wouldn't have been so bad."

"Well, it was good for me," Greg said, wondering what she would have said if her ex had slammed that salami of his in that hole.

It always came back to Gerald, Greg admitted to himself. Why was he so obsessed with that guy? 

"I'm glad you liked it, but I like it better when we just make love the regular way," Anna said, rolling around to face Greg, and Greg smiled and buried his face in Anna's shoulder so he didn't have to look at her face.

This has to change, Greg decided to himself. Fucking this old broad for the rest of his life would never do. Once you've had 18 year old pussy and ass, there was no way a man could continue this much longer.

Oh, living here on Gerald's dime in the house Koutusis had paid for was sweet revenge in a way, but there had to be more out there.

"I wonder what Mary's doing right now?" Anna mused.

"Probably drinking champagne at the victory celebration," Greg answered, not adding that she would be sucking the new senator's cock at some point as well.

"Oh, I hate to think of my little Mary drinking," Anna fussed. "She's not old enough."

Greg chuckled at that, and wondered what Anna would think if she only knew.

"You know, the way Gerald seems to enjoy the flesh of young women, I was just wondering if you ever suspected of him doing anything with - you know - Mary?"

"Oh god no!" Anna exclaimed in horror. "That's disgusting to even think about. Any man that would do that to his own flesh and blood should be shot. Besides, Gerald was never that close to Mary. To either of us really. It was more like we were furniture." 

"That's interesting," Greg replied, but his mind was already composing the note he would send Gerald along with the photos.

How about something like; 

"You know, Gerry, I was just thinking that since you were kind enough to send me those photos of you with Bree, that I should keep you up to date with what I've been up to.

I've been staying at this nice house for a few months. Great TV in the basement, and a wine collection that is so enjoyable. Just had a bottle of Shiraz with dinner, and afterward I went up to the bedroom and fucked this charming woman in the ass.

She said she never had it up the ass before, and I believe her because she was so tight at first, but I opened her up quite a bit, as you can see by these photos.

Imagine sleeping next to her and never getting to tap that ass? And there were no complaints about the hardness either, I can assure you. Just tears of pain followed by tears of joy."

That would be perfect, Greg decided before drifting off to sleep. He could imagine that crazy Greek's face getting red reading it.



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Chapter Eight: Night moves.


Bree moved gingerly off of the bed and tiptoed into the bathroom to pee, not wanting to wake up Gerry. Her pussy was so sore that she prayed he wouldn't wake up, because if he did he would want to fuck again, and Brianna knew that if he wanted to do it, she would, because he was that good.

Brianna looked at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, deciding that she looked really goofy wearing this pink shirt with a picture of Hello Kitty on it, Made her look half her age, and that must be why Gerry dressed her like this.

Harmless fun, Brianna thought, and it made Gerry so happy that it was worth it. Brianna went back into the bedroom and looked at the man sprawled over the middle of it for a moment before deciding not to go to bed just yet. The sight of that enormous cock hanging on his hip was making her wet despite her discomfort, so she went out to the living room to play on the computer until her eyes got tired.

Snooping at Gerry's e-mail, like she always did, she skimmed past all the ads for penis enlargers with a chuckle, but stopped when she saw something from her father. Her curiosity piqued, Bree opened it up, almost falling off the chair when she saw the attached photos.

"Mary's Mom?" Bree mumbled. "Boy, she does have a big ass. Ouch!" was her response to the sight of her Dad's dick going to the ass of Mrs. Koutusis."

Brianna squirmed in memory of the night Gerry had tried to do that to her, and after trying and failing to even squeeze the head of that thing inside her tiny anus, she made Gerry's promise to never try again.

Guess he never did it to his ex-wife either, Brianna concluded, and after reading the caustic tone of her gloating father's e-mail to Gerry, she stood poised with her finger near the delete for the longest time before changing her mind.

"That will make Gerry pissed," Brianna said aloud  as she turned off the computer. "Well, if Dad can get it up for that fat cow and not for me and my hot ass - fuck him. He deserves whatever he gets."


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Chapter Nine: Teacher's pet.



Lloyd looked at the disgusting scene on the television; the grinning jack-ass Colin Heath mugging for the camera as he gave his acceptance speech, and the only thing more disgusting to the teacher was the young lady behind him, grinning a grin that couldn't be wider.

Lloyd wouldn't have recognized her if it wasn't for those massive jugs bouncing around as she jumped up and down with glee at his every hackneyed phrase. There was no mistaking those huge tits, and despite the rest of the woman's altered features, they were still enough to arouse Lloyd.

Everything else was gone. The hair was cut differently, and without the glasses, the drastic shaping of her eyebrows was apparent. Her nose - even that looked different. No doubt, Mary was probably waxed or at least trimmed down below as well.

As disgusted as he was aroused, Lloyd turned off the news channel which seemed intent on following every single thing Colin Heath did, and went behind the DVD player and grabbed his favorite discs.

He usually watched the one from the cabin, but lately the other one had become more and more appealing to him. The one that Heath had blackmailed him with, and even though the quality was poor, there was something about the way he looked while he fucked Mary on his school desk-top that excited him.

He wasn't meek Lloyd, but someone completely different. He was thrusting his cock into Mary, making her cum while she cried out his name. Not Mullin's and not Colin Heath's. He was the one she wanted, and the woman beneath him on the desk bore little resemblance to the woman that had just been on TV.

Mary was not a waxed and silly caricature of what most people thought was womanly. No, that girl on the desk was an adorable and passionate woman, voluptuous and furry in all the right place, and as he stroked his cock yet again to the images on the screen, that was the girl he would always cherish.


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Chapter Ten: Victory celebration.


"Don't you want to take your tuxedo off?" Mary giggled as she lifted her dress off of herself while a cackling and tipsy Colin Heath sprawled on the carpet in the penthouse of the hotel, flush with the thrill of victory and amped up by the response to his speech acknowledging his victory just minutes ago down in the ballroom.

"No, let me have it!" Colin shouted as Whitney closed the room door and joined her husband and Mary in the center of the room. "If it was the World Series it would be champagne, but this is the way I want to celebrate."

"Okay!" Mary chirped, shrugging at Whitney who was watching with amusement at the sight of her husband beneath Mary thighs as she spread her legs wide.

Whitney made a face as Mary finally got going after being a little pee-shy in front of an audience, but eventually Mary let loose after holding it in all night, splattering the newly-elected U.S. Senator with a torrent of her hot urine while Colin cackled with delight.

"Now take a fucking shower and get to bed with us," Whitney ordered, and as Colin staggered to his feet and complied his wife began to undress herself.

"The three of us again?" Mary giggled as she watched the androgynous redhead start taking off her clothes.

"You mind?" Whitney said, and smiled when the voluptuous teen shook her head with excitement.

"You know I love it that way," Mary said. "Husbands and wives should be together."

"There's more than enough of you for the two of us," Whitney said as she knelt and buried her head between Mary's enormous breasts, sinking her face into the cavernous cleavage while squeezing the fleshy jugs around her head.

"Besides, maybe between the two of us, some night maybe we'll be able to wear you out!" Whitney added as they went into the bedroom and waited for Colin to join them.

"I don't know," Mary said skeptically. "But I like it when you try." 



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Epilogue: Gerry's fantasy.


The unconscious figure on the bed that Gerry Koutusis had slept in for so many years had been placed in an awkward position, and to Gerry Koutusis it was about the least erotic sight in the world, making even his ex-wife look good in comparison.

Gerald took pictures of the helpless man who was naked and on his knees in the middle of the bed; his stomach propped up on top of pillows and his wrists ties to the bed posts, while jammed into his former golfing partner's ass was the dildo Gerry had taken out of his ex-wife's night stand.

How Greg Mullin had ended up in that position was due to Gerry Koutusis, who waited for his ex-wife to go to church like she did faithfully every Sunday morning, and then, using the key that still worked in the garage entrance, managed to gain entry into the house.

Greg Mullin was a bit shocked when he saw him in the doorway of the bedroom, Gerry mused as he looked over his handiwork on the mattress, and when the insurance man got up off the bed and physically challenged him, it was like a dream come true.

"Just wanted to thank you personally for the pictures you sent me," Gerry said with a menacing grin, and after Greg Mullin took a rather feeble swing that Gerry barely felt graze his temple, he sunk his fist into Greg Mullin's ribs.

That blow took the wind out of his lover's father, doubling him over, and after grabbing Mullin by the hair, his second blow ended the brief fight. The right cross that landed just above Mullin's right eye opened a nasty cut there, but Mullin wouldn't realize that until he woke up, since the punch knocked him out cold.

Now showing signs of returning to the land of the living, Gerry Koutusis looked at the sad sight of the man who had ruined his life. Ruined his life and his marriage, and could have done the same to his daughter as well, Gerry thought, and it was lucky for Mary she seemed to have recovered well enough.

"What the fuck?" Greg Mullin mumbled into the bedding as he saw the bindings on his wrist and felt something wedged into his ass. "What are you doing, Gerry?"

"Fucking you like you fucked up everybody else," Gerry cackled. "You didn't think I was just going to sit and smile after you sent me those pictures of you sticking your dick up my wife's ass, did you?"

"Ex-wife," Greg reminded him. "And they were nice pictures, weren't they?"

"Yeah Mullin," Gerry said. "Your daughter Bree saw them first, but was kind enough to let me enjoy them too. Maybe she didn't recognize your cock in them, since it was hard. How does it feel? That dildo up your ass, I mean. I bought that for Anna a long time ago. Tried to use it to get her loosened up for me, but she wouldn't go for it. It looks good in you though."

"Well, you had your fun," Greg said. "You kicked my ass. Now untie my hands and get out of here."

"I notice that you didn't say take that dildo out of my ass," Gerald snickered. "Maybe you like it."

"Guess I'm used to having members of the Koutusis family sticking things up there," Greg Mullin snarled. "Although when Anna and Mary stuck things up there, it was their tongues, and I didn't have to tie them up to do it. They wanted to."

"Fuck you!" Gerry snapped, slapping the end of the dildo and driving it farther into Mullin's rectum, causing the insurance man to cry out in pain.

"You've almost got that whole thing up there now," Gerald noted. "Wonder how you would explain to the hospital if I gave it another shove and sent it all the way in?"

"Faggot!" Greg cried.

"Me?" Gerry asked. "Far from it. As a matter-of-fact I always suspected you of being a closet queer. The way you used to check me out in the locker room at the country club? What? You think I didn't notice the way your eyes would follow my swinging dick?" 

"Bullshit! Besides, everybody stares at freaks." 

"Hey, I'm used to people looking at it. Doesn't bother me at all. It's kind of exciting to me, being a bit of a freak. All the men stare at my cock and wish it was theirs, and all the women stare at it and wonder what it would be like to have it in them. How about you, Mullin? Maybe you feel both ways."

"You're out of your mind."

"Let's see now," Gerald said, taking numerous pictures of his adversary in his embarrassing position. "These would make great photos for that cheesy calendar your insurance company sends out around the holidays. I'll make sure you get a set."

"Untie me," Greg said with considerably less bravado than before. "I won't tell anybody what you did."

"I know you won't," Gerry said. "Great things, these phones. They take pictures, and even show videos. Here's one you might enjoy."

Gerry cued up the video he had made of Bree in her cute costume, and placed it in front of Mullin's face.

"Cute little scout, isn't she?" Gerry cackled as he watched Mullin's eyes well up with tears as he saw his daughter disrobing with wide-eyed innocence just before kneeling in front of the guy taking the video.

"And what a cocksucker she is!" Gerry laughed as the video showed Bree's lips sliding over the mushroom head of his member. "Of course, you already know that, you sick fucker."

"Then again, maybe she learned it from Tracy," Gerry mused, and when he saw the shocked expression on Mullin's face, he felt a surge run through his body. "What's the matter, Greg?"

"Did she?" Greg asked in a whimpering voice.

"Did she what? Suck my cock? Hell yes!" Gerry roared. "That afternoon that me and Bree destroyed her bed? Tracy had come home and saw us, and when Bree went to take a shower Tracy begged me to fuck her too. Sucked my cock like an animal right in your bedroom. It was like she wanted to know what it would be like to have a real man in that bedroom with her for once."

Gerry watched a tear roll down Greg Mullin's cheek as the video played on, and instead of pity, the sight of this sniveling excuse for a man only infuriated Gerald Koutusis and made him want to destroy him.

"This video," Gerry Koutusis sighed as he took the phone away from right in front of Mullin's face and held it up to watch it while unbuckling his pants and letting them fall to the floor. "No matter how much I watch it, it never fails to turn me on."

Gerry unsnapped his boxers and let them fall as well, before taking his semi-turgid cock in his hand. Gerry peeked over the screen as saw Mullin staring as he stroked his cock, his eyes widening as his erection grew, and when he felt his cock become full erect, Gerry leaned closer to him.

"You want to suck it too?" Gerry asked, waving his cock near Mullin's face, and he couldn't help but notice that he didn't say a word but kept staring at him. "The rest of the Mullin family has."

Greg shook his head no, but did not turn away either. Gerry's original intention was to masturbate all over Mullin's face, but suddenly an idea hit Gerry. Not an idea that interested him in the least sexually, but as for the concept itself?

"It's been my lifelong ambition to do this, with a woman though of course," Gerry said as he lathered himself with lube. "I sure as hell couldn't find anybody to do it willingly. Not even for money, although Bree - bless her heart - did try. So while you aren't even in the top billion of my preferred choices, you'll have to do."

"Can't hear you, Greg," Gerry laughed as he heard Greg Mullin protest, but his words were garbled by the sock he had stuffed into the insurance man's mouth to keep him relatively quiet. "Now if I keep this little screen up close to my face and try to imagine that it's Bree or Tracy I'm doing this to, this just might work."

"I've always heard that something like this, no matter who is doing it to who, isn't a sexual act but more an act of power," Gerry explained just before it happened. "I think I understand that now, because if I looked at what I was doing, it couldn't happen."

Greg's face and neck were beet red as he shook his head violently into the bedding, the squealing sound oddly familiar to Gerry, who paused for a moment before speaking.

"You know who who you sound like? Ned Beatty. In that movie, Deliverance," Gerry said. "Good movie. Now I think you might want to relax, Greg. Might make it easier for you, although I don't give a shit one way or another."

"You know, I think the problem before was that when I would try to do this, no matter how bad I wanted to do it, there was something inside of me that hated the thought of hurting the woman, so I always held back," Gerry told Greg as he concentrating on watching Bree on the little screen, the sweet thing looking up at him with those big blue fuck-me eyes.

"Not this time. Not with you" Gerry snarled just before plunging forward with all of his might.


...


Gerry emerged from the shower and dressed himself quickly, the limp body of Greg Mullin slumped over the pillows and his wrists still bound to the bedposts. Gerry untied the ropes from Mullin's wrists and stuck the cords in his pockets, noting the red marks on his victim which, along with the cut over his eye might be tough for him to explain to Anna.

"Anna will be home from church in about fifteen minutes," Gerry mentioned, knowing her schedule by heart after all those years. "You might not want her to see you like this. Might want to think about getting a little medical attention too."

Greg Mullin looked up at his adversary and touched the lump over his eye, with the blood caked over the wound.

"Not for your eye," Gerry said, nodding down  to about three feet lower, and as Mullin leaned back he rolled off of the pillow in an effort to look, nearly falling off the bed as he did.

"Omigod!" Gerry Koutusis said in disgust as he looked at the pillow that Mullin had been propped up on top of, and the sight was enough to stun him despite all that had gone on in his life lately.

"I admit that I'm a sick fuck," Gerry said as he shook his head at the sight of the massive pool of semen that was on the pillow - semen that was not his. "But you Mullin, you take the fucking cake."

Gerry walked out of the bedroom and down the stairs, not sure whether Mullin would call the cops or not, but at that moment at least not really caring. There was something about the way it had all come down that was perfect. 

Too bad life wasn't always like that, Gerry mused as he got into the car. The fuckers should always end up getting fucked in the end, he concluded as he pulled away from the house that he had paid for but would never live in again, passing his ex-wife as he headed for home.

...

This is the end of Mary's Evolution.

Thank you very much for reading, and if you actually made it through the entire series, I would love knowing what you thought about everything - the story as well as it being submitted in chapters.

Like I had warned in the beginning, not only did the story involve virtually everything permitted at literotica, but it was a very long story by literotica standards, and would have been a tough read on a computer screen as one complete tale. For those that read it all, I thank you very much.