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.
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Chapter Two: Mary's on the road.
