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."
