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Chapter Six: Crowning the King

Patricia smiled when she opened the door. It had been days since Josh caught them together, and Gregory now came and went as he pleased. He towered over her in the doorway, and  his familiar, musky scent wafted over her as the air from the hallway flowed into the apartment. He wore a thin white tank-top and a pair of grey sweats, and his muscular torso seemed impossible to her as she stared at him.

He winked at her, and she stepped aside to show him in before following him with a giggle. He asked, “Lil Joshy go out?”

“Lil Joshy,” Patricia repeated, and she laughed. “Yes. Lil Joshy is out at work right now.”

Gregory stopped and let Patricia lead him into the kitchen. He stared at her supple bottom as her ass cheeks flexed and shook with her steps. She stopped at the sink and finished rinsing her dishes before draining the sink and washing her hands off. Like Gregory, she was dressed to relax and wore only a blank tank top and a pair of tight, thin panties that showed the cleft of her ass through them.

When she turned to find him staring, she smiled again. “Are you done with classes today?”

“Skipped them,” Gregory said, and he shrugged as his eyes settled on her heavy bosom. “I just wanted to nut.”

“Tut, tut,” Patricia teased, and she wagged her finger at him, but then she licked her lips afterward. “But I can definitely help you with that problem.”

Patricia moved toward him, rubbing her hand along his chest while he took hold of her around her midsection. His big hands felt good there. They felt right there and, as he moved up her body, his thumbs settled at the base of her breasts and lifted them as his fingers tightened around her ribs. “You sure Lil Joshy won’t mind?”

Patricia looked him in the eyes and shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know if he will mind or not, but I’m sure that I won’t care.” Reaching down, she cupped him through his pants and purred. “Mm. How do you want me?”

Gregory grunted in her hand and thrust into her palm while holding her by the small of her back. She was so short compared to him but built to fit him. The size difference between them was more a turn on than a worry. As he cupped her big bottom in one of his big hands, he growled to her, “Your bed. I want to cover you in my cum and leave your sheets smelling like me.”

Patricia grinned from ear to ear as a sultry chuckle escaped her parted lips. “I think I’d like that too,” she said, and she released his dick to take hold of his hand. “Follow me,” she purred, and she led him out of the kitchen and down the hall to her bedroom.

The dormitory apartment provided by the college was not large and had little room for a family to grow. There was only one bedroom, and Lydia had been left to stay in the living room while Patricia entertained Gregory during the day. Part of why Josh worked so hard was to buy them a home. Over the last few days, Patricia wondered if that would change, but such thoughts never stayed long once Gregory arrived.

The bedroom was just off of the kitchenette and had a queen bed inside. The dark sheets were neatly made and a heavy comforter was folded across it. Gregory entered the room with his shoes on and jumped onto the bed. Patricia did not like it but saw no reason to reprimand him when he would be naked soon enough.

She grinned as she joined him and said, “And how am I milking you today, stud?”

Already on the bed, Gregory undid his shoe and kicked them off. His pants followed as he shimmied out of them. Naked from the waist down, he sat bare ass on her comforter with his massive cock heavy between his hairy thighs. Patricia stared at him in awe as she crawled into position between his legs with a smile on her face.

“I could use a blowjob,” Gregory said, and Patricia caressed his thighs. Her fingers moved through the dark, curly hair there as she touched him.

“Ask and you shall receive,” she purred, and she found his dick. Holding him by the root, she hefted him up and stared down his length. Even limp, he was long and heavy, and he swung as she moved him. Her touch had him swelling, though, and with a few kisses and a few strokes, she had him erect. She smiled again, and she closed her eyes and slurped him into her mouth while her hands worked him.

Gregory moaned and cupped her head with one of his big hands. His other hand found one of her heavy breasts and crushed it. “Good girl,” he sighed.

Patricia smiled around him and moaned in response. Her breasts were weighty in his palm and sensitive to his touch. Bobbing her head, she found a rhythm, stroking him in tandem with the movements of her lips. She worked her body counter to each other, stroking her hands up into her lips. He thickened and stiffened and grew steely in her grip. His fingers tightened in her hair, and he watched her with a knowing, arrogant grin.

“There’s a good little MILF. Suck my dick.”

Patricia did. She sucked him willingly and with a smile on her face, amused by the way his thick cock filled her mouth and amused by the simple-minded pleasure men could take in such things. Clearly, she was there to serve him and had said as much already, but the act of taking her from his husband pleased him, and the act of declaring her actions aroused him. With his head so full of sex, he could hardly articulate anything else than what he saw.

She didn’t judge him, though, because she felt the same way. Patricia had no proper understanding of how large Gregory really was. All she knew was that he out-measured every man she had ever known, her husband included. She knew that he had bigger balls and thicker cum, too. He was primal and inarticulate, and he was the most man she had ever met. By his very existence, he reduced the other men she had known to being more like boys to her.

That is what impressed her most about him. It was not his muscular body or even his big cock. Instead, it was Gregory’s confidence that subsumed and overwhelmed her. When Josh arrived home the day before to find Gregory buried root deep into Patricia’s bottomless cleavage, Gregory had showed no fear. He showed no self-consciousness. Instead, he just kept blowing into her breasts and brought himself to a completed climax across her face. He drowned her in cum while her husband watched impotently from the doorway.

The dichotomy between the two was jarring. Joshua was soft and weak and limp beside a proper man. Gregory was everything else. He was large and strong, and he took her with a single thrust and broke her with the rest that followed. Patricia had been happily married before Gregory forced his way into her life and into her, and within a week he had showed her how unfulfilling that happiness really was. He had taken her, an educated woman and mother nearly two decades older than him, and he had made her into his willing concubine. The raw eroticism of their union alone was enough to satisfy her, but the massive dick filling her mouth only made it better.

With his hand in her hair and holding her tight, Gregory applied pressure. He forced her deeper on him, and Patricia took him with a moan before choking. They made eye contact as she held there, his enormous dick threatening to suffocate her. Then, mewling around him, she opened herself to him and breathed through her nose as he filled her throat.

Patricia was lightheaded but happy on him. Eager to bring him new pleasure, she took unexpected joy in being used like this. It hurt. The discomfort was undeniable, but she viewed herself as his woman and his tool. She wanted to be used by him even if it hurt her. Gregory, meanwhile, smiled like an idiot while palming her breasts. He moved his hand between them and crushed and weighed them while he laughed. “Holy shit! You’re actually doing it. In-fucking-credible!”

They stayed like this while she adjusted. His fat crown choked her while she learned on him, and as she recovered and mewled and whimpered on him, Gregory took the initiative and went further. He gave her another half-inch and then waited while she adjusted, and in this way he fed her a full two inches in her throat before she gagged again. Stopping there, he let her stroke him into her throat while he grunted at her, “Everybody think it’s great having a big dick, but it turns out it scares most women just as much as it turns them on. But you’re different, Pat. You’ve never been scared of me. All you’ve wanted since you saw my dick the first time is for me to give it to you harder and deeper, and it’s got me thinking you may be right. Young girls are just too naïve to know what a dick like mine can do for them, so I’ve got to stop pussyfooting around and just show them.”

Patricia drooled and purred around his fat shaft, and he forced her deeper to watch her choke. Saliva gathered around her open mouth, forming foamy bubbles as she struggled for breath. He filled her and stretched her like no man should. This made him a challenge, but it also made him worth it. She should have been horrified by her declaration, but she had been the one to suggest increased sexual aggression for a reason. If any man could take a woman against her will and make them like it, then it would be Gregory.

She reflected on Joshua’s approach and on the conversation that followed only days before. After catching her with Gregory, Joshua had spoken impotently. He had made an offer of flaccid acceptance which he immediately revoked as soon as she accepted it. It was not his intention to permit her to cheat on him but rather his intention to ingratiate himself. In his mind, she had betrayed him, and in her mind, she had found true freedom and joy.

Tasting Gregory’s thick, syrupy precum had become a new personal passion. To her, Gregory tasted like happiness as he filled her throat. She stared up at him in demure reverence and felt both committed and overjoyed. After failing to guilt her back into loving him, Josh had made a passive threat of divorce. He told her that she would get nothing and deserve nothing but went silent when Patricia made it clear to him that he had nothing she wanted. She loved her daughter but could go on living without her knowing she was safe with Joshua. Gregory was well-endowed and virile, and he could give her more children to occupy her if she felt lonely.

Joshua had listened with a broken heart, and Patricia remembered him sitting on the edge of the bed where she now throated Gregory, and she remembered the empty look of realization as the depths of her depravity had taken root within the hollow bowl of his empty threats. The next morning had been the beginning of a new life for her. When Joshua went to work in the morning, he had left with the full understanding that Gregory would visit and satisfy Patricia in his absence.

At this point, there was no competition that Joshua could win and there was no part of herself that Patricia would not give to Gregory. He swelled in her mouth and squeezed her breasts roughly in both hands, forcing the milk from her swollen nipples. Then, laughing, he fucked into her throat, and she held him by the hips and gagged wetly on him. She let him use her and abuse her, and she was prompting him to do it to others as he did it to her.

When he came, he held her in place with one big hand around on her head as his semen warmed her belly. She swallowed what she could and choked as semen oozed from her nose. Gregory felt it and let her come up with a film of saliva following her. She panted and gasped as he erupted across her pretty, stretched face. Her cheeks puffed as she gathered her breath, but by the time he had finished, she was already eating his cum again with a gracious purr.

Gregory let her lick and suck him as he recovered. His hard body flexed with each exhale, and when he withdrew his dick from her mouth, she sat panting while she slapped her across the face with it. “Fuck, that was a good load.”

“It always is,” she panted, and she sucked him back into her mouth as he stroked any excess semen out for her to eat. She throated him in a show of affection and then settled on his crown and mewled as she cleaned him.

Gregory laughed at her and said, “Know when your little cuck hubby is going to make it home?”

Patricia hummed thoughtfully and then shrugged as she licked his glans. “Why do you ask?”

Gregory, still grinning, dragging her around by her sticky hair and said, “Maybe because I want a sandwich before I fuck you in your bed.”

Patricia giggled against him and kissed his cockhead one last time before she stood from the bed. Her enormous breasts leaked and swung with her movements as she said, “I can do that for you.”

“He won’t mind,” Gregory asked, watching her bottom jiggle as she pulled on a plain white tee. Her dark, swollen nipples showed through the fabric.

“He might, but I still don’t care.” Patricia held his dick and stroked him while chewing her bottom lip. “From here on out, Gregory, you’re the man of this house, and if he doesn’t like it, he can leave.”

Gregory, overcome by his own power, slapped her across the ass and growled. “That’s what I like to hear! Now, go make me that fucking sandwich!!”