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.
