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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