Campus King Ch. 04

Chapter Four: New Meaning

Patricia woke up horny and anxious. She tended to Lydia and hung around her husband, planting seeds for her leaving later in the day. It was the weekend, which meant he could stay home with their daughter, and that meant there was no doubt in Patricia mind as to whether or not she would leave to go see Gregory. At this point, Joshua barely seemed to matter, and Gregory's late-night, drunken visit had only left her hornier and more committed to him.

She decided to see him around noon and went to go dress. As she laid out her clothes and prepared, she found Joshua watching. Noticing, she stopped what she was doing and put her body in front of the two dresses she was trying to choose between. "Yes?"

"Why are you getting all dressed up for?"

"I just want to feel pretty today. Maybe dress up and go out." She tried her best to look sad, which was a struggle because she could see Joshua mirroring her expression, and that hurt. "After having Lydia, I just don't feel as pretty as I used to."

"What?" Joshua approached with an easy, almost handsome smile. Once, Patricia would have felt safe beside him. Right now, she could only compare him to Gregory, and she felt bored, but she pretended well enough to convince him of her comfort, and she felt sure he had no reason not to trust her. "You're gorgeous, babe." Hugging her, he kissed her forehead and whispered, "But have fun." He winked at her as he left. "And don't get too wild. You still have a family to come home to."

"Of course," said Patricia, and she turned back to her dresses with a smile and having already forgot the conversation as her mind back to Gregory. She chose a low-cut black dress that hugged one shoulder and showed off her bountiful cleavage. The dress was not meant for the curves she developed after giving birth and hugged her figure tightly around her midsection and hips. Joshua stared as she left the apartment with red lipstick, mascara, and heels. She grabbed her purse on the way out but had no intention of even leaving the building.

Once outside of the apartment, Patricia stopped and leaned against her door, and her fat bottom crushed up against it. She closed her eyes and thought of Lydia, the only person in her life she cared enough about to stop and pause for. Then, she opened her eyes and started down the hall and across the dorm.

As she entered the commons, Patricia was aware that all eyes were on her. It was a small community college, and the dormitories were equally small. She rarely visited this part of the building, even if she technically lived in the building. Almost nobody knew she even lived there, and those few who did would not recognize her looking like this. She came and went while students were in class, and Gregory was one of the few lucky enough to notice her.

Her breasts swayed heavily with her movements, bouncing and swinging, uncontained by a bra. Her nipples grew stiff as she went and showed through the thin material. She had to stop to adjust on the way, with the bouncing of her large bosom dislodging her tit flesh and showing more and more of her body as she went. She enjoyed the attention as she went, though, as what she said to Joshua wasn't entirely untrue. She did want to feel pretty again, but she belonged only to Gregory, though, and had no interest in straying.

The dormitory was divided into three separate wings. There was a girl's wing, a boys' wing, and a basketball wing for the boys' basketball team. The apartment technically existed down the boys' basketball wing or at the threshold of it. Considering how tall and powerful Gregory was, she had assumed he was an athlete and was amused to learn that he was not. He lived at the far end of the boys' hall; she was informed when she asked a student for direction. It was a young, mousy boy who stared at her through thick glasses like he saw Aphrodite in the flesh.

Moving through the dorm soaked her in the male gaze, and by the time she reached Gregory's door, she was so wet that her juices were running down her shapely thighs. She pulled out a compact mirror and checked her makeup one last time, and she adjusted her dress, making sure the slit on the right side showed off her creamy, womanly flesh. The fabric hugged her rear tight, showing the cleft of her ass cheeks and the line of her panties. Then, after a deep breath, she knocked and waited impatiently with her heart hammering.

Gregory answered with a smile. "Mrs. G!" He was wearing a white tank-top and briefs, and Patricia could see the shape of his manhood clearly through the fabric of his underwear. It was strained to the edge of bursting he was so big. Fresh arousal swept over her, greater than the attention of the boys in the hall had given her, and when she met his eyes, it grew even more intense. Gregory was handsome, even without his big muscles and massive dick, and this morning she found him even more impressive than usual.

"Come on in," he said, and he took her by the hand and guided her into his dorm room. He closed the door after her and went to the minifridge in the corner. The room was smaller than she expected, especially for someone as big as him. There was a simple bunkbed against one wall, two desks and two thin wardrobed set against the other side. A large window looked out on an empty field beside the school, and an air conditioning unit was installed underneath it.

Gregory bent over to grab a beer, and his underwear showed off his muscular ass. Horny as she was, Patricia realized that she could just watch Gregory for hours, charting how each of his muscles flexed with his movements. He was mesmerizing, and when he looked at her, she felt her heart stop for a moment. He grinned. "Want a beer?"

Patricia swallowed her dizzying arousal as she watched his body move. It was like magic, the way each muscle tensed and relaxed, and comparing him to Josh was almost laughable in the difference. Her fat nipples showed through her dress as she sat there, and her breasts swayed when she shook her head. "No thank you," she said primly, and she chewed her bottom lip as he stood. He looked so tall, so strong, that it stole her breath away. She struggled to form words as she smiled and teased him. "Isn't beer again the rules here?"

Gregory laughed and his beer fizzed as he pulled the tab. He took a deep drink and then burped afterward. Wiping his mouth, he said, "I won't tell your hubby if you won't."

Patricia laughed and her entire body jiggled. "Your secret is safe with me, Greg." Her laughter sounded uncharacteristically girlish and young, almost like she was in high school again, but by the way he stared at her made her feel grateful that she wasn't in high school anymore. The curves she now had were the product of adulthood, of motherhood, and a man like Gregory seemed to need supple curves to handle him.

Gregory winked at her, and she felt warm all over. "Thanks for that," he said, and he drank again while staring brazenly at her exposed cleavage. Patricia grew bold and moved her body, holding her arms together and forcing her breasts together between them. This deepened her already prodigious cleavage, and she saw Gregory choke quietly and swore his dick jumped in his pants. "Nice outfit," he croaked afterward before clearing his throat.

She smiled and played with her hair. "Thanks." Looking him over, she giggled. "I like your outfit, too."

Seeing this fully grown woman, a mother and wife, laughing and giggling and flirting like a teen caused Gregory to laugh, too. "I bet you do," he said as he sauntered toward her. He fell onto the bottom bunk beside her, landing with his legs parted and his manhood clearly outlined in his briefs. Patricia stared, and her heart beat so hard that it almost hurt. The only thing half as exciting as his robust manhood filling his briefs was the way his muscular thighs did the same.

Gregory could almost see her thoughts written on her face. She was so obvious and so enamored, and that made him enamored with her, too. He had always been a handsome man, but he had never seen a woman want him this much. It was intoxicating for him, and it made him want her more. "Why not take the time to show me just how much you like my outfit?"

Patricia, thoughtless with desire, parted her lips to speak but found no words ready. She licked those lips then and smiled as she scooted closer to him. They were seated together on a neatly tucked in Star Wars' comforter. She had difficulty imagining him to be the nerdy type but didn't care. Even covered, his big dick gave him the freedom to be whatever he wanted to be.

Gregory, however, followed her brief gaze to the comforter as she moved to him and was quick to correct it. "This nerd shit ain't mine, you know. It's my roommate. Just can't suck my dick as good on the top bunk," he said, and he adjusted his junk before grinning. "Or maybe you can. We should find out sometime."

Patricia nodded again, and her smile mirrored his as her thoughts went missing again. She slipped from the bed completely and kneeled at his feet. Her heavy breasts swayed ponderously with each of her movements. She felt silken, feline, powerful and graceful in a feminine way as she situated herself between his big, muscular legs. Lowering his briefs, she buried her face into his dark pubic hair and breathed him in. His musk filled her head, and the heat of his thick cock burned itself into her cheek.

She started by kissing his balls, showing affection that she felt only he deserved. She thought briefly of her husband and of Lydia, and felt astonished that a man so inferior, so inconsequential, had been able to impregnate her at all. A part of her wondered if she should feel guilty, because she felt no guilt at all. Nuzzling him and breathing him in, Patricia only felt validation as her affection for her husband faded into nonexistence. She met Gregory's dark eyes and saw nothing but deserving want. Beside him, her husband was nothing, not even a man.

Patricia kissed Gregory's heavy, hairy testicles again and again, and soon kisses became licks. She tongued his pubic hair until it was wetted down, and then she kept licking just to enjoy the taste. She held him by the thighs as she worked, soft coos escaping her licks as the flavor of him mingled with his scent. She kissed him again and then, taking hold of his swollen shaft, pulled him free and sucked him into her mouth.

That is when she forgot her husband entirely. For that moment, at least, her marriage no longer mattered. She was not a mother; she was not a wife. No, Patricia became a woman again, and she sunk herself into the pleasures which her tame youth had forsaken. Eyes closed, she enjoyed him in touch and tried to recreate him in her mind as she moved along his body. She stroked him, slurped him, choked herself on him, and found the image she had constructed too great to be real. Gregory was well-endowed, she knew, but this vision she had conjured seemed too big, too great to be human. Every aspect of him was gargantuan, she felt so dangerously small by comparison.

While Patricia sucked him noisily, leaving his balls wet and sloppy, Gregory sat back and enjoyed it. His confidence was renewed after last night and now, sitting and sipping a beer, he held her hair out of her face and moved her along his shaft. Patricia moved with him, offering no resistance as he directed her.

Gregory yanked her from his balls and dragged her up his shaft. Patricia followed him while panting. Every breath drawn now stunk of him, and tasted like him, and she wanted that. She needed it, and she licked her way up his long, fat shaft to his leaking crown. There, she stopped and stared, eyes wide, before kissing him and collecting his gushing precum with an animal moan.

She held him steady with both hands while licking and kissing his crown. His length was difficult to comprehend. At a glance, she clocked him at over a foot long, and she knew for fact that her fingers could not meet around him with one hand. Far below, she spied his dark thicket of pubic hair which seemed to blend seamlessly into the rest of his dark, thick carpet of body hair. Gregory was easily the biggest, strongest man she had ever met, and just his proximity was dizzying for her to inhabit.

Patricia extended her tongue and tasted him again, and then stretched her jaw to the point of pain to suck him into her mouth. Gregory was enormous, in length and in girth, and fitting him into her mouth was incredibly difficult, requiring both patience and discomfort to do it without scraping him with her teeth. It was a struggle, but he was a struggle worth undertaking.

As he filled her mouth, the warm rigidity of him also filled her mind. The pain she felt in stretching her jaw so wide was eased by his presence, and as his burning, sweaty musk filled her nostrils with each breath, she felt farther and farther away from that pain. She was already dizzy, but now the world seemed to spin around her as she held Gregory by the root and fed on him. She moaned and enjoyed him, and he gathered her hair and watched her suck.

Gregory had always been handsome, and women had always liked him, but it wasn't until recently that he could do this. Patricia was the first woman he took in this manner, the first to succumb to his prodigious dick in such a way, and it made him feel predatory. Even with last night, in that moment of weakness, he felt like a king, and Patricia was his woman now, his property, his tool for pleasure. The power he had was intoxicating for him.

Tears formed in Patricia's eyes as she choked him down. Gregory held her hair and allowed her to move, lifting her and allowing her to suckle his grown and stroke him as she caught her breath. Saliva ran down his shaft, gathering in her moving hands and spreading wherever she touched him. She was blushing, embarrassed, ashamed of her inability to take him deeper. She whined, wanting more of him and feeling like a failure.

Gregory, meanwhile, was completely at ease, impressed by his own size and the struggle Patricia had with him. He reached out to cup one of her heavy breasts, squeezing it, toying with it like he owned her. She gave a grateful, almost animal moan and, when he found her nipple and tugged it, that moan turned to a crooning whine of pleasure.

"Enjoying yourself, Pat?"

"Yes," she hissed, and she kissed his cockhead and parted her lips to lick the urethra.

Gregory leaned forward, forcing himself back into her mouth so that he could reach behind her and lift her dress. He yanked the fabric up over her hips and exposed her big, pale ass. Her panties struggled to contain her dancing cheeks. A voluptuous woman since early adulthood, pregnancy and childbirth had only improved her. Now, while Gregory held her ass cheek and shook it with his big, strong hands, she slurped him and gagged. "Josh isn't enough for you anymore, is he? A woman like you needs to have a big dick like mine to keep her satisfied!"

Sucking Gregory noisily, Patricia agreed around him. Holding Gregory, sucking him, choking on him as she stared down his immense length, she couldn't help but feel cheated by life. Patricia had always been beautiful, though she was much less voluptuous in her youth. Joshua had been kind to her and good to her, and she had always appreciated his ambition, but Gregory seemed so much more than him. Only a few days ago, she had been happily married, and in the space of two deep dickings and a facial, she had been changed completely.

Holding him, sucking him, she stared into Gregory's dark eyes and forgot herself to him. He was too handsome to ignore and too well-endowed not to enjoy. Joshua had felt so small after Lydia was born, but Gregory had filled her. He slipped a finger into her now as she sucked him, and she moaned wetly around him while he grinned down at her with youthful arrogance born of his perfection.

"You're fucking married," he said, and he stirred her. "You're fucking married, and you have a kid, and you came here, to my room, dressed like a total slut." He laughed and hammered her with his finger. "Fuck, that's hot!"

Removing his wetted finger from her wet gash, he moved it up and tickled her asshole before easing into her. Patricia, wide-eyed, moaned around him as another part of her opened for the first time. He went to the knuckle in her and watched her lunge forward onto him, choking herself with surprised enthusiasm. Her pleasure was obvious as she shivered against him. She quaked, and her pussy gushed.

"You're not a wife anymore, though, are you?" He seesawed his finger in and out of her asshole. "No. You're my slut now."

Patricia groaned around him, stunned by the sudden intrusion. She had never let a man back there before, and it felt good to be violated by him in that manner. She slurped him sloppy, saliva foaming around her mouth as he hammered up into her while fucking her face. "Mmhmm!!"

"Good," Gregory laughed. "Then remember, sluts swallow!"

Patricia purred and found herself looking forward to the mess he would make of her. His powerful orgasms always surprised her, and threat of being flooded like that only made her hornier. She closed her eyes and gave herself over to him, sucking him deeply and without restraint. Every other stroke saw her choking on him, and her excess saliva ran down his gargantuan length and pooled in his thick pubic hair. Gregory, in turn, continued to finger her asshole all the way to an orgasm before adding a second finger.

Gurgling and choking, almost sputtering, Patricia tightened her lips around him in a sudden wave of growing hunger. She held him by the root and gave him the messiest blowjob of her life. With her eyes closed, she could enjoy him with her hands and her mouth, using her imagination to fill in the blank spaces. To her, he was like a mountain of cock and muscle, a powerful figure from whom there was no escape. She had become his property, his tool, and she was happy to find use.

Gregory growled and withdrew his finger. Taking hold of her head with one hand, he took to stroking himself with his other hand and said, "Shit, I'm getting close!" Patricia held herself at his crown and licked and sucked him dutifully while staring down his length. Using both hands, she steadied herself on his lips and chanced look up into his dark eyes, only to find him glaring and grunting back at her.

Gurgling, choking and swallowing, Patricia realized how special Gregory was. In all her life, she had never wanted to swallow for a man until she met Gregory. Even with her husband, the man she had sworn to serve, to obey and to be committed to, the thought had never even entered her mind. She never even allowed him into her mouth, let alone her throat or, in the case of his sperm, her belly. Hand jobs were foreplay, and Joshua's seed was for procreation and not pleasure. Even in recreation, sex was meant to simulate the act of making a child.

Sex with Gregory was service and servitude. It was giving herself over to something and someone superior. As he swelled fatter, Patricia tickled his urethra and held him reverently with both hands. He tightened, swelled, and his orgasm was a massive shotgun blast that surged straight down her throat. The first shot was so thick and heavy that it choked her, and the second followed shortly after as she retreated.

She tried to run and catch her breath, but Gregory didn't let her go far. Catching her by the head and holding her in place by her dark hair, Gregory finished. Partway through his enormous orgasm, Patricia opened her mouth again to feast on his offering and, shivering in climax, she sucked him clean when he was finished. She showed him slurping, wet affection, and he sat back, panting and satisfied. He let her clean him before using his roommate's bedspread to wipe up.