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.
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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.
