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Chapter Seven: Playing the Field

Gregory never had any interest in school. He grew up in a small town far away from the college campus and was raised by two people who barely finished high school. His family was poor, though, and the desire to make money meant Gregory put a lot of effort into his education. He got good grades, not great grades, and he could use more time studying but would never take it.

He had always been handsome, and he worked hard to keep fit. The only things in life Gregory really cared about were money, muscles, and women. He cared about his parents, too, but he would never admit it, and he planned to pay off their house and take care of them once he graduated. Of course, he had no idea how he would do that, and he never talked to anyone about it, not even Patricia.

Gregory didn’t date much in high school. He was good-looking and active, and there were plenty of girls who were interested, but Gregory didn’t have the time to do it. He had to work hard to keep his grades up, and it wasn’t until college that his sex drive really went into overdrive. He got drunk one night with some friends and woke up in a foggy field after having a strange dream with a crown and a dead king.

After that, Gregory was horny all the time, but it wasn’t until Patricia that he took the initiative to fuck someone. After her, he went around and messed with girls but never got anywhere. He returned to Patricia drunk and sought comfort in her open arms and between her open legs, and then he took her.

Gregory stayed the night with Patricia whenever it pleased him to. He would fuck her senseless into the early morning and then wake up late for class. Joshua would sneak into dress for the day looking haggard and depressed. Sometimes, they would make eye contact, and Gregory would sneer and smile and smack Patricia’s big ass as she slept beside him.

Patricia smiled whenever she saw Joshua waiting, and she would show Gregory extra affection when her husband was in the room. She was always fond of Gregory, though, and doted on him with an almost motherly affection. Her attraction to him distorted that affection, though. She lingered and fawned, and she touched him in ways a mother wouldn’t touch their son.

She served him as Gregory thought a woman should. Every morning, she prepared him a hearty, protein rich breakfast and had started buying his health-conscious preferences of food to keep ready for him. Joshua ate, too, but he had to shop for himself. Only Lydia and Gregory mattered to Patricia anymore. In the morning, when both men left, Patricia stood at the door and kissed Gregory goodbye while Joshua watched impotently.

Gregory left early one morning while it was still dark out to shower before class. He noticed how Patricia reacted to his musk but reasoned that she was so dick-drunk on him that she would enjoy anything about him. Going to class stinking of sex was always an option, but it was not an option he would enjoy. He stomped out through the front door, uncaring of Joshua sleeping on the couch, and he grabbed a protein bar on the way and left the lights on for Joshua to turn off behind him.

He was back in his own dorm hall when he spied someone else out early in the morning. There was a woman in the hall, which a surprise since the dormitory wings were not co-ed. Joshua’s apartment was located between the different halls, beside the commons area where students were free to mingle, cook, or do laundry. Gregory lived among other men and, while it was not impossible to see women down the hall, it was unlikely during curfew hours stretching from ten a night to eight in the morning.

The girl was tall for a woman but still significantly shorter than him. She was gracefully slender and olive skinned, with long light brown hair and light brown eyes. She was pretty and dressed conservatively, with a green shirt tucked into a pair of skinny jeans. Her frame was willowy and her breasts small. Compared to Patricia, she was almost scrawny, but Gregory had seen her around the building with her boyfriend and thought she was very cute.

Her name was Mary, and she was the girlfriend of one of the building RAs. Her boyfriend was a short, fit man whom Gregory knew personally and got along with well enough, but Gregory was horny that morning since he left early and hadn’t had time to seek comfort from Patricia’s womanly, motherly curves. He stopped in the hall when he saw Mary, and she stopped and stared back at him like a deer caught in headlights.

“…Um…”

Gregory grinned when he saw her panic. It was the grin of a hunting wolf who found prey. “Well, well,” he growled and a sudden swagger came to his hips as he approached her. “You shouldn’t be here.”

Mary’s panic turned to fear as a frown found its way onto her face. She was still pretty, but her brown eyes had nothing intelligent behind them capable of hiding her primal emotions. Like a wild prey, she stumbled back into the wall and then stood there rooted in place as he advanced on her.

Gregory stopped in front of Mary and stared down at her. She was tall for a woman and at least a foot taller than her short, weak little boyfriend, but she was also nearly a foot shorter than Gregory and too frightened to even speak. She would be the perfect woman for him to run an experiment to see if Patricia was right about him just taking what he wanted.

“P-Please,” she stammered, shaking. “Just let me go.”

Gregory laughed a low, quiet laugh that was full of menace and said, “No. I don’t think I will.”

Mary stared up at him wide-eyed like the prey she had become. She turned to pass him but found him blocking her path. His body was big, solid, and more powerful than anything she had ever seen before. He took one of her hands gently in his own and the size difference made her quiver. Moving her carefully, he made her feel him through his pants. Molly parted her lips to scream, and he cupped her head and kissed her. His tongue dipped into her mouth while her fingers found him. She squealed into him and thought to bite him but was frightened of the retribution that would follow.

He moved his hand down her body and cupped her rear. Mary was a slender girl with a waifish frame but a firm, pronounced bottom. She yelped into him as he squeezed her hard, and as they parted, she whimpered in his grasp. “Please. My boyfriend is the RA here, and if he finds out…”

“Nick,” Gregory said, and he grinned and held her tight by the wrist as he pulled her long body against him. She could breathe him in, and he watched her nostrils flare with each heavy breath. “Yeah, I know little Nicky boy.” Holding her by the wrist and by the ass, Gregory continued to explore her. He could fit her entire ass into one of his big hands, and as he touched her, he nearly lifted her up into him. Mary whined against his chest, her free hand landing there to keep him at bay but powerless to stop his advances. He swatted her on the ass, and she jumped into him with a yelp.

“There’s a good little girl. Come here,” he said, and he pulled her out of the hall and into the alcove where she had tried to hide before, tucked between the side doorway leading outside and the hallway. There was an exit there with tinted windows showing the parking lot, but no one could use that door to enter during curfew. Carrying her by her bottom, he pinned her to the wall and barricaded her in with his big body.

Mary fell into the wall and supported herself against it as Gregory loomed over her. He held her still by one hand, and her palm was warm with the phantom weight of his impossible cock that she felt through his pants. He growled and swatted her hard on the ass again, and she whimpered and yelped but did not speak a word in response as she stared up at him and trembled. “You got yourself a tight little ass, girl. Little Nicky ever spank you like that when you two fuck?”

Held in place by him, pinned against the wall, Mary stared at her feet while she whined. He groped and spanked her again, and tears gathered in her eyes as he held her fists in tight balls. “Please,” she whispered. “Please. Just let me go…!”

Gregory laughed and swatted her into silence before he stood straight. His big body held her in place and covered her from view. No one could enter from the outside, and though people might pass them in the night, he doubted they would. It was still early, and Mary had chosen that specific time to sneak out for a reason. “I’ll let you go when I’m done,” he said, and he took hold of her pants and undid them.

Mary did not fight him as he shimmied her pants down her slender thighs. They got caught on her bottom, but Gregory gave her a gentle smack there and then yanked her pants down with his thumbs. Her rear was swollen and red from his repeated blows, and when he took hold of the sensitive flesh there, Mary groaned. “For right now, I’m hard, and I need to shoot.” Holding her bottom with one big hand, he brought his free left hand around to cup her pussy and ran two of his thick fingers along her wetted slit. He had removed her panties along with her pants and left her exposed, smoothly shaven peach open for him to explore.

Patricia’s words echoed in his head and praised him. He eased two fingers into Mary’s wetted pussy and smacked her rear to keep her silent as she spoke out against him. She hugged his fingers and did nothing to stop him. If anything, she sucked him into her as she struck her, and Gregory laughed boldly into her ear as he forced himself into her. “You’ve got the tightest little pussy.” He growled. “I can’t wait to ruin it.”

Molly stood on her tiptoes with her back and hands against the wall. She clawed at the wall and whined, “Please! Stop it! I don’t want this!”

Gregory only grinned and twisted his fingers inside of her. Her stirred her up and whispered into her ear, “Your pussy is telling me another story.” The sound of her cries was upsetting to him, but Patricia’s words continued to echo in the back of his head and urged him forward. Holding her, he moved one hand to squeeze her ass as he pulled her from the wall, and he crushed her flesh in his big, strong hand and stared at her puckered rosebud.

Removing his fingers from her, Gregory used his wetted digits to stretch her asshole next. He started with one finger, his middle finger, and eased it into her to the knuckle. Molly went quiet and stiff in his grasp as she swallowed him, and Gregory laughed as he held her off of the ground. “Tight little ass, too,” he growled, and she clutched his shoulder suddenly and hung from him. Gregory stirred her again and laughed. “Like that?”

“Please,” she whined as she hung from him, and her asshole was flexing and tightening around his finger as he held himself deep inside of her. She gasped. “Please, stop!”

Gregory laughed to himself. It was a deep, sinister chuckle meant to hide the guilt growing like fungus at the back of his brain. “Nah. Don’t think I will,” he whispered. He felt nervous. She had not turned over and changed like Patricia had. So far, she had only cried, and though he was still hard and indignant, he was also frightened. “I think I’ll do you one better instead.”

Holding her in place with his finger in her ass, Gregory used his free hand to undo his pants. He lowered them and struggled to bring his gargantuan cock out into view. His sticky crown slapped her loudly across the thighs as it sprung up, and Mary went rigid against him again. Reluctantly but reflexively, she stole a glance into his eyes and then looked between their bodies, and she whimpered.

Gregory grunted as he stroked himself. “See something you like, slut?”

Mary was unable to look away as the fat thing leaked precum across her toned flesh. Her ass flexed around him again, but this time it felt urging and coaxing and not resistant. She whimpered and said, “You’re so big!”

“Bigger than your boyfriend,” Gregory teased, and he allowed himself to smile as he felt her resistance finally fading. Patricia was right, he told himself, and he laughed as Mary nodded. “Don’t worry,” he whispered to her, and he stirred her with his finger. Mary moaned against him and clawed gently at his shoulders as she clung to him, and he added, “I’m better than him, too.”

Gregory withdrew his finger from her asshole and gave her time to breathe afterward. She kept her eyes fixed on his dick and used that as a focus as he eased the finger back into her asshole again, but this time he added a second finger. She moaned and, closing her eyes, came in an explosion of liquid pleasure across his cockhead. Gregory laughed and held her in place there, and then pinning her to the wall, he eased his massive cock slowly into her, too.

“Let me show you how good I am,” he said and, after letting her open up around his crown, he gave her one decisive thrust that forced all the air from her lungs. Though he was not gentle, Gregory was careful. He was many times larger than her boyfriend, and though Patricia had taken him to the root, he knew Mary was not only younger than her but also smaller. He stopped against her cervix and then waited there as a pained shockwave spread through her.

Mary came on him, and it was the second orgasm of her entire life. She moaned around him and felt his two fingers hooked in her ass to hold her there. He stretched her, and though it hurt her and frightened her, she found the pain was diminished as he withdrew. Each movement actually replaced pain with pleasure as his rigid, veiny shaft danced along her newly awakened nerve endings.

Two more thrusts and the pain was gone. She was still uncomfortably full, but she could hardly hate it as a third orgasm hit her. Slowly, she opened to him and started hugging him, and when Gregory noticed, he held her up away from the wall and moved her on his shaft by the hips and by her bottom. A fourth orgasm hit her, and after that she drooled and moaned into his shoulder as he used her to stroke himself.

Every orgasm opened her to him, and while Mary remained tight, the discomfort left her as mind-bending pleasure took its place. Gregory felt her convulsing around him and remembered Patricia’s words. She had told him to take women without giving them a choice, and while it had sounded crazy to him, his success with Mary seemed to prove the older woman right.

He kept quiet while he fucked her but stared her in the face as he huffed and hammered. His big body made it easy to move her, and her lithe frame seemed ready for him now. He avoided deeper penetration, though he felt certain she would allow it if pushed. He wanted her first time with him to feel good, though. While he felt certain that she would come back for more, he still wanted to leave her able to walk.

The power he had over women became too much for Gregory as Patricia’s lascivious whispers echoed through him. He was already hard and horny from the boldness of his plan. His success was too much. Mary’s narrow hips seemed hardly able to accommodate him, but her pussy hugged him like a second skin. They lost count of how many orgasms he gave her before he swelled, but both would remember the power of the single orgasm he got in return.

Gregory filled Mary’s tiny body so full that semen sprayed out around him. Mary kissed him to keep herself quiet and held him with her eyes closed. Each orgasm only got better as Gregory somehow gave her more and more. She held him tight and showered him with kisses while silently thanking God for Gregory’s sudden and aggressive intrusion into her life.

The dull, dark marble-like quality of her eyes became more pronounced as Gregory fucked her free of herself. Each orgasm emptied her of anything but his cock and, after that, his climax replaced everything that had been forced out. Gregory finished inside of her with a growl and held her tight to the wall. She was so slender that he was almost afraid she would break, but she held him inside of her, his spewing cockhead pinned up against her softening cervix as he bellowed, and she whined.

When finished, he withdrew both his fingers and his cock. He let her slide to the floor, where she sat leaking and swaying, and he rested his spent cock across her face and in her hair with a wet slap. Sperm and feminine pleasure were mixed along his cock and splattered across her body. He wiped his fingers against her hair and then smacked her gently to get her attention. She whimpered and looked at him, and he grinned in response.

“That was a good load,” he said, waving his dick at her. Then, he laughed. “And you’ve got such a tight little ass, you know that?”

She nodded and gave a thoughtless hum. She hated it, but she was still floating in pleasure. Looking at Gregory now, the fear was gone and was replaced with feminine admiration. He was tall and fit and good looking, and the feel of his heavy cock resting against her face did something to her that she had trouble articulating. She liked it, and she wondered how she could ever go back to her boyfriend now that she had been with Gregory. More than that, she wondered if she even wanted to.

Gregory took the chance to smack his dick across her face again and then put himself away. He stepped back to stare at her and make sure she wasn’t angry, and he saw not only blank acceptance but a very subtle joy as the experience settled into her bones. It might have been wrong, but she enjoyed it all the same. Patricia had been right.

Once his pants were done up, Gregory stood there staring at Mary on the floor and said, “Now, you can go and tell your boyfriend if you want. Or you can keep it to yourself.” He eyed her stretched, swollen pussy and the semen oozing out of it and grinned. “Honestly, I don’t see it changing much either way, but it’s your choice. Anyway…” He opened the door and stepped halfway through before stopping to wink at her. “I’ll see you around.”

Once he was gone, Mary took a deep breath. She stood and pulled up her soiled pants. Semen gathered at the crotch. She felt dirty and used inside and out, but underneath her own disgust she felt something else something deeper. She felt satisfied for the first time in her life. That hurt her the most but, hugging herself, she went to her car stretched and full. She had been violated and, when she got home, she smiled at herself in the mirror as she marveled at the mess Gregory had made of her.