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Chapter Nine: Unfaithful

Mary had obviously never cheated in her life. In fact, her current boyfriend was only the second boy she had ever dated. She hadn’t done more with him than see his dick once as she gave him a lazy hand job, and that was only after Gregory had taken her by force. It had been disappointing to see her boyfriend then as she compared him to Gregory.

Gregory had always been better looking, though. She did not know Gregory well and had only seen and met him as someone living down her boyfriend’s hall. Despite that, Gregory was the objectively better-looking man. He had a handsome face, dark curly hair, full lips, and a big, muscular body that seemed to fill the space wherever he went.

None of that mattered, though. She had always been wholly committed to Nick. As a good Christian woman, she would never have cheated on him of her own desire. Gregory had other ideas, however, and after he inserted his mammoth dick into Mary’s tiny, weeping pussy, she had other ideas, too.

She knew that cheating was wrong but viewed her relationship with Gregory as something more. She felt dizzy in his presence and passing him in the halls she would stare with a stupid, horny smile. Her nipples swelled at the mention of his name, and her pussy was moist as the pleasure played on repeat in her brain. Nick was, by her limited understanding, well-endowed for a normal man, but Gregory was anything but normal.

Overall, Nick was average. He was shorter than her but fit, but when comparing his trained muscles to Gregory’s massive, mountainous body, Mary almost had to laugh. Gregory outshone Nick in every way, and Mary wanted him so badly that it hurt.

To make matters worse, Gregory was a heathen who acted without God. Though the two had never spoken of such things, Mary knew without a doubt that he did not possess the same faith which she and Nick shared. That was part of the problem. His godlessness was the very thing that gave her orgasms. A good Christian man would never be so bold or rough with her, and after having Gregory, she knew that a good, Christian man would never satisfy her, either.

At home, she prayed and found some clarity. The orgasms had been what ruined her. They tricked her into thinking the sex was consensual, and with God’s will and strength, she told herself that she would pick Nick the next day. So, when she saw Gregory again and was told to stroke him, she was quick to agree, and then she was guilty afterward.

Gregory had given her the best sex of her life and, in doing so, had ruined her for any sex she would someday have. All she had was him to compare by, but that one hand job with Nick had told her everything she needed to know. This time, the hand job was consensual, and she viewed his sperm baptism as an act of God. Gregory was divine intervention which would save her from an empty pleasureless life, and after another night of prayer, she resolved to go and thank him for his good deeds.

She arrived well after curfew had lifted and waited until Gregory was home from class. She followed him into the building after waiting for him in her car and, to her surprise, found him waiting inside once she had entered the building. He met her with a crooked grin that set her heart racing, and when she got close enough, took her in hand and dragged her down the hall, far past Nick’s door.

Mary stumbled after him as her legs grew numb. “Gregory, where in the world are you taking me?” She hoped she didn’t sound chiding. She wanted to follow, but it was all moving too fast for her simple brain to keep up.

“Too many people out and about,” Gregory growled, and he stopped outside of his bedroom door. His long strides forced her to rush to keep up, and she ran into him and then stood, dazed, as his big body hardly seemed to notice her. He looked up and down the hall and, seeing them empty, dragged her into the bathroom across from his dorm room.

“The bathroom…?!” Mary stammered as she followed him in. She did not resist. With his big hand around hers, she felt like he could lead her to the depths of Hell without argument.

“My roommate is in there right now, and I need to come.” He spoke matter-of-factly as he led her to the handicapped stall and then shoved her inside. Following her in, he had to duck to keep from hitting the small piece of metal that held the walls in place, and then he latched it behind him before turning to face her.

Mary stood silent as she faced him. Even in this expanded space, he was too large. She remembered the facial he had given her the day before and could not find it in herself to refuse his offer of more semen. Her knees were weak as she stared at him, and she glanced at his crotch, which was almost closer to her than his lips were and salivated.

He grinned down at her. “It’s not very romantic,” he said. “But we’re not here for romance, are we?” Gregory undid his belt and his fly and let his pants fall down his big, muscular legs. They stopped at his thighs, and Mary had to kneel and yank them down to see his hefty bulge. He was not yet hard, but he was still impressively plump. With a nod from him, she was given permission to yank his briefs down, and when she did, she was greeted by his half-erect cock nearly jumping out at her.

She stared wide-eyed at his length. Though she had seen him up close and personal before, she was still impressed by him. A small, sinful smile found its way onto her face as she began to recite scripture. It was far too late now for her to stop or even to regret anything, but she told herself that she could ask for forgiveness after she brought him to climax.

Gregory cupped her head and drew her attention back to him. He guided his limp cock to her cheek, where it was warm and dense as he hung over her shoulder. His size astounded her, and his powerful, musky stench swallowed her as he buried her face into his dark, thick pubic hair. “I think it’s time you show me what that hot little mouth of yours can do.”

Mary moaned as her left hand found him. She wrapped her fingers around his root and stroked him. He was heavy and thick in her hands, and while he grew thicker, he grew stiffer, too, and stopped hanging so heavy. “Yes, sir,” she whispered, and she kissed his root and then his shaft while eyeballing his swelling length.

Even limp, Gregory was far bigger than Nick was hard. As Gregory grew, though, his dick was not only larger but almost impossible to believe. He reached a foot and kept growing, and all the while the space between her fingers grew more and more, too. She had to hold him with two hands to manage him, and she moaned into his shaft as she kissed and stroked him. “My God, Greg, you’re just so big!”

Gregory released her head and stood there laughing. He had no need to guide her or hold her at all. The way she looked at his shaft, he swore he could wear her like a cock sleeve and flaunt her through the halls, and she would be smiling the entire time. “I keep hearing that,” he said, and she giggled at him while fluttering her eyes.

Mary smiled even though deep inside she felt jealous. While it did not surprise her to learn of Gregory’s past experience with other women, it did upset her. She was young and naïve in the ways of men. Though she had dated, she had not been in very many relationships. The first boy she had dated had come out as gay only a year later, and Nick was her second, and she was cheating on him already.

She was not so naïve as to believe that her relationship with Gregory was anything romantic, but she had hoped he was at least clean and safe. Regardless, a man like him was not one she could refuse, and she found that she could not bring herself to blame any woman exposed to him for succumbing. She, herself, could not resist his considerable charms, and she would be a hypocrite to expect anyone else to be any better.

Beyond even that, Gregory was not the kind to wait for permission, anyway. He was a big man, and he took what he wanted. Mary knew that firsthand. She had not cheated by choice, necessarily, but could not rightly bring herself to call what had transpired between the two of them unconsensual. Rather, it seemed to her like revelation, and she imagined he had converted other women very much in the same way in which he had converted and enlightened her.

Thinking like that, it made it easier for Mary to take joy in the big, hard cock she held in her tiny hands. She stared down his veiny, girthy length and wetted her lips. She had seen Nick only to compare him to Gregory, and she knew from some juvenile grinding what little her first boyfriend would have been able to provide. Neither of them measured up to Gregory, who now stood poised to take another part of her as she parted her moistened lips to welcome him into her mouth.

She chanced a look up at him and found him smiling a knowing, handsome smile as her lips touched him. He was larger than she expected, and though she could fit him into her mouth, she decided to pace herself with gentle kisses along his fat crown. Precum warmed her lips and left them sticky, and she found the sensation surprisingly sensual and invigorating. Any arousal she had already felt went mindless and burning as his heady scent overwhelmed her better instincts.

Though Mary had never given a blowjob before, she was not against them as a rule. She had read about them before, as many curious teenagers do, and she knew them to be more about power for a woman than pleasure. Gregory was different, though, or she assumed him to be at least. Gregory was her only experience with giving a blowjob, but if he was anything to measure by, then she enjoyed blowjobs every bit as much as she enjoyed being fucked.

A voice at the back of her head warned Mary against the sins she was committing. It told her that blowjobs were not only unnecessary for procreation but that they were temptations of the devil, but that voice died the moment Gregory’s large, leaking crown brushed her throat and left her breathless. After that, she came, and then everything about her seemed to change.

What she was doing was entirely against her upbringing and her faith. It was a deplorable abuse of her body and an affront to the immortal soul which God had given to animate it. Even knowing that, she could not bring herself to escape it. Instead, she threw herself onto his dick with increasing passion as the force of his crown caused her a lightheaded sort of joy that prevented her from breathing but also prevented her from fighting back. She was succumbing to her basest lusts in that moment, and she had never been happier in her entire life.

Gregory, meanwhile, very gently gathered her hair and let it hang behind her head. “There’s a good girl,” he growled. “Suck my cock.”

Eyes closed, Mary gave herself over to the blowjob. She stroked him with both hands while she bobbed her head on him, and she enjoyed the ache in her lips as he stretched them. Every aspect of him, from his manly flavor to his powerful musk, was superior. Mary had so very little experience, but she knew on instinct that Gregory was simply better than other men. There was no comparison to be made between him and anyone else, let alone between him and Nick.

It seemed pointless to resist this calling, and so she stopped resisting. Holding him, tasting him, drooling on him, Mary wanted nothing but him. Not only did she not have the power to resist Gregory at all, she didn’t have the desire to, either. He stood before her with his hands on his hips, allowing her a perfect chance to do the right thing and leave, and all she did was pull him deeper and stroke her saliva into his gleaming cock to give him the wettest, sloppiest blowjob possible.

Watching her was almost frightening to Gregory, who saw the subtle change overtake her as she gave herself over to him completely. He felt breathless as he saw the switch but felt it wrong to acknowledge. Instead, he cupped her head and whispered to her, “That’s right. Love my cock, Mary.”

Moving on him, slurping him, Mary purred. She held him by the root and sat back to use her other hand to smooth her saliva on his shaft. Then, licking her lips, she kissed his cockhead and drank his precum before giving him a sticky, stretched smile. She stroked him with both hands and said, “I honestly don’t know much about penises, Gregory. Yours is the second I’ve seen, but by God as my witness, it’s so much bigger and better than Nick’s.”

Gregory laughed at her praise and throbbed in her hands. “So, what’re you telling me, Mary? That you were a virgin when you met Nick?”

Mary giggled against his cockhead and kissed and licked his crown to gather his precum. The taste was divine, for lack of a better word. “I’m a good Christian girl, Gregory. I was a virgin all the way up until you took me!”

Gregory twitched in her hand and sent a fresh, sticky wave of precum across her cheek and lips. Mary cleaned him with a hum of approval and stuffed him back into her mouth. This time, she held him by the crown with her lips while she stroked him with both hands. Gregory grunted in response and then moaned, “For real? Fuck, how’s that even work?”

Mary, still smiling because she enjoyed her work, removed herself from him with a sloppy purr. “Mm. I’ve seen Nick’s dick before, and I’ve even jerked him off, but we never fucked. I was waiting for marriage, and then you fucked me in the hall, and now I’m sucking your big, hard dick in the boy’s bathroom.”

The insanity of her words rolled over her like a wave, and she began to giggle to herself. Her dull eyes were glass-like with lust as she stared at him, and her tongue danced and writhed against him between wet kisses. None of this was normal, and they both knew it, but they went along with it anyway, swept up in something much larger than themselves. She kissed his cockhead and mewled, “Life is funny sometimes, isn’t it?”

Left speechless by her confession but also empowered by it, Gregory felt like a king. He felt deserving, and he felt like he could take more. More than that, he felt like he should. Suddenly, Patricia’s praises echoed inside of him as he withdrew his dick from her face and held her in place with one hand. Then, twisting his hips, Gregory smacked Mary across the cheek with his rigid manhood.

He smacked her again, laying his big, saliva-slick cock to rest across her face. Mary stared up at him past his cock as she panted and moaned. She kissed the underside of his shaft with an almost animal purr, and he could hardly see any human agency left inside of her as he left his cock there. “And you’re not mad that I took your virginity before you got married, Mary?”

Dark eyes twinkling, Mary giggled against his cock. “No, of course not, Gregory! I loved it! And even if I was mad, it wouldn’t matter. Your dick, you, and me, it’s all part of God’s plan. This is what He wants.” She giggled again and said, “Maybe, He always wanted me to be a slut, but it wasn’t until I met you that I realized it! It would explain why your dick tastes so darn good!”

Gregory stroked himself as she spoke and quickened at her devotion. Patricia was affectionate with him, but Mary’s devotion to him was almost frightening. It was like he was able to hold a distorted mirror to Patricia and could see her from Joshua’s perspective. Their obedience and dedication were similar. Both had betrayed their significant others for him. It was intoxicating to be so powerful, but it was also alarming.

While Mary’s submission was unsettling in ways, Gregory enjoyed it all the same. He was startled to see it so extreme so quickly. After all, he had frightened women recently, but within the space of two successes he had learned all he needed to know about dating. Patricia had been right. Women didn’t want to be treated like ladies by men like Gregory. They wanted to be taken by him, and Gregory used his big dick like a bludgeon and took Mary as if by divine right.

Mary opened her mouth to accept him again, and Gregory held his crown between her lips as he stroked himself. “Get ready, slut,” he panted, and his big, muscular body went tense as he neared completion. His fat knuckles struck her chin but did nothing to move her away as he growled, “I’m about to come, and I want you to show me what a good, loyal girl you are and swallow my load.”

Purring readily in response, she caressed his thighs as she stared him in the eyes. Precum gushed from him in a steady stream, leaving her mouth sticky with froth. When he came, he nearly drowned her, and Mary came, too, in the downpour. She shivered in climax as his thick semen filled her mouth and stuck in her throat. She struggled to swallow it all but failed.

He overwhelmed her with volume and consistency. Not only did he give her more than Nick could give her a week, but his semen was almost sludge thick and clung to parts of her where it should have slid. Even as she choked, though, Mary smiled. She could only take one thick ribbon before she fell back coughing. Gregory didn’t mind. He unloaded the rest onto her face and torso, marking her as his property by scent and by semen.

Over and over, Patricia’s words echoed in Gregory’s mind as he painted this once-virgin slut. When he finished, he was glad to see her recovered, and she sat up to lick him clean and held her tongue out as he cock smacked her forehead. “Fuck, that was a good one,” he sighed, and he fed her his spent cock.

She smiled at him, and he smiled back as he seesawed his dick in and out of her mouth. Her lips were tight around him as she sucked and cleaned him, and her eyes were fixed on his. He held her by the hair and moved her roughly on his shaft. “You know, Mary, you aren’t half bad, especially for a virgin.”

Mary purred around him and released him with a wet popped when allowed to. Panting against his cockhead, she laughed and said, “I’m not a virgin anymore.” Smiling against his dick, she kissed and licked him again before purring, “Thanks to you.”

Gregory laughed in response and stuffed himself back into her mouth. Mary moaned in response, her expression pleading, as if she was begging him for more and rougher treatment. “Did you enjoy it, Mary? The facial, I mean.”

Purring and slurping around him, Mary lifted her hands to stroke him and was allowed by him to set her own pace. Holding him in both hands and tonguing his crown, she mewled thoughtfully. “I did,” she admitted after some time. “Though, I wish I could have swallowed more.” She frowned at his big, saliva-shiny dick and said, “I’m not a very good slut for you, Gregory.” Then, looking him in the eyes, she added, “I’m sorry for that.”

“You’re fine,” he grunted, and he rubbed his cock across her face to make her smell like him. She smiled and kissed him, and he said, “I come a lot, so it’s a steep learning curve.” He held her to his balls, and she breathed him in and kissed him there as his cock rested heavy across her face and forehead. “Can I see you later?”

Smiling under his weighty shaft and feeling a bit like a serf at the feet of her king, Mary bowed her head to him and closed her eyes. “You can see me whenever you want, Gregory. I am yours now.”

In both her tone and in her body language, Gregory could see her sheer and utter conviction. Patricia had lusted after him and become his slut, but Gregory truly felt like Mary was not only committed to him but devout. Patricia surely served him, but Mary was his slave.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” he whispered, and he fed her his balls. Mary mewled around him and stared at him around his enormously thick shaft as he said, “Don’t dump Nick, though. I don’t want a girlfriend, just a slut, and the cheating is kind of hot.”

Mary, drunk on him, shrugged and mewled, and he smiled back at her.

“For now, let’s get you cleaned up,” he said, removing small panels of toilet paper and sticking them to her pretty face. He laughed as Mary allowed it and tucked himself away before checking the bathroom. He stood between her and the door as she rinsed her face and then showed her out. They didn’t kiss, but Gregory did smack her ass in the halls as she left, and Mary felt almost certain that people were starting to realize that she was cheating on Nick.