Eros Extended Ch. 24

Chapter Twenty-Four: The First Week

West and James weren't the only ones with a mission that month. Jack had set a goal for himself. By the end of that month he wanted to have a strong foothold in the school, and he would take the entire month to build up to one of his most elaborate conquests yet. It would be a veritable Holy War.

To start with Jack set his sights on his teachers. During his time at school he used Athena's runes to get through classes, but even that was becoming tiresome. A god shouldn't have to do work at all, or at least that is how he felt about it. Having more faculty under his command couldn't hurt either.

Jack had classes on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. His earliest class was Math, with Mrs. Meter. The beautiful and buxom Maggie shared this class with him. This gave him two primary targets.

Maggie was easy though. She was already well on her way to becoming a slut and would basically open her legs for him upon command. That Monday she came into class wearing an obscenely low-cut tank-top that nearly exposed her nipples. When Jack saw it he couldn't help but stare.

She smiled and shoved her chest out a bit. "I thought this might catch your eyes, but how's that big dick of yours feel about it?"

"Judging from how hard I'm getting, I'd say it likes it."

She took her seat beside him. "Good, that is exactly what I was going for. How about we find a private place after class, and I can attend to your needs personally?"

"That sounds great but I'm busy. Rain check though, definitely a rain check, because I don't think I could forgive myself if I passed up a chance to cover you with a thick load."

"And I wouldn't forgive you, either," she said. "Maybe you could stop by my room tonight. I promise I've been keeping it clean."

Just as Mrs. Meter came in Jack whispered, "It's a date." Then he got his book out to pretend like he was taking notes.

The lesson was long and boring, but this gave Jack time to focus on Mrs. Meter. As she lectured she paced at the front of the room. Periodically she made eye-contact with Jack and though brief, it gave him a chance to slip into her light. Over the course of the class he changed her subtly.

Jack waited by her desk at the end of class. The other students rushed out of the room, and he just stood and watched her. She was a small woman with unruly brown hair and prominent front teeth. To class she wore slacks and a knitted sweater over a white tee. She looked cute in a nerdy sort of way.

She was aware of his focused gaze. She had been aware throughout class. It didn't bother her because Jack always seemed to watch her, and she always watched him in return. He was special, attractive, alluring, almost perfect. Every class period he would shamelessly flirt with the beautiful young lady beside him. He wrote her lewd notes and made no effort to hide them. Every class period Mrs. Meter swore she would put a stop to it and inevitably didn't.

She put her things into her side bag and waited for him to move. When he didn't she stood straight and looked him in the eyes. A flare of arousal shot through her. After that he approached her.

"Mrs. Meter, I was hoping I could get some time alone with you."

"Jack? What for?"

"I just needed to talk to you about something. Do you mind?

"Of course not, I always have time for my students. What's up?"

Jack looked around with perfectly executed anxiety. "I need a favor, actually."

"Yes?"

"I need help measuring...something."

"You need my help...measuring something," she said in disbelief. When he nodded she said, "Well, I suppose I could be of assistance." She dug through her bag and pulled out a standard ruler. "What is it that we'll be measuring?" She gave an involuntary glance at his crotch.

Jack laughed. "I'm sorry, I was unclear. That won't be nearly big enough for me."

Mrs. Meter glanced at his crotch again and this time blushed "I see. I keep a yard stick in my office. I could go get it and..."

"Your office will be fine. Lead the way."

"Y-You want to come to my..." She adjusted her bag awkwardly. I guess that won't be a problem. Just follow me..."

Mrs. Meter's office wasn't far down the hall. It was a small room located in a cluster of office. The desk and chairs inside made it feel even more cramped. There was a photo of her family on the computer desk. Jack picked it up as he entered.

"Is this your husband?" He was referring to a small, gangly man with an oversized mustache and glasses.

She nodded.

Jack set it down. "You two look cute together."

She blushed. "Thank you." She took a seat in her chair and then looked up at him. Though apprehensive she made eye contact again. This was a mistake, because rather than feeling empowered and confident against him, she felt weak and submissive.

She glanced at his crotch.

"So, what is this measurement problem that you have?"

Jack closed the door behind them. This alarmed her, but Jack had her emotionally pinned. She didn't have enough to fight back. It wasn't until he locked the door that she said anything.

"...I'm not sure that I feel comfortable being in here like this..."

"I'm sorry. I'm just trying to protect my secret." He caught her eye again and pushed until she calmed down.

"Your secret?" She adjusted herself in the seat. "What secret?"

Jack leaned in and looked her in the eyes. The room was small, tight. His presence filled it entirely. It made her feel small. "That I needed help measuring something." He laughed and stood up straight. "I'm in college. I can't let it get out that I have trouble with rulers. Imagine how girls would look at me."

Mrs. Meter, who was blushing furiously, let out an anxious laugh and fanned herself. "I see." She turned in her chair and started digging for her yard stick. "Well, take it out, and I'll have it measured in no time!"

"That was fast," Jack said conversationally. He undid his pants and let them fall.

In a room so small his musk spread quickly. Mrs. Meter smelled at the air instinctively, and it played with her hormones. Her pussy burned hot, and at first she didn't fully understand why.

"There it is," she said. She grabbed her yard stick and tugged hard on it, dislodging it from its cubby beside the desk. She smiled at it. "Looks like I found...it."

When she turned in her chair she was face-to-cock with Jack. He stroked himself. Limp but sizable, he had more than enough to impress.

"Mr. Hillton..."

"Call me master."

She shook her head. "What do you think you're doing?"

"This is what I wanted you to measure. You see, I know it's big, but I don't know how big exactly."

She looked back at his cock. It was getting thicker and longer but it still wasn't hard. "Very big," she whispered and louder she said, "But I don't think we need a yard stick for it."

Jack laughed. "I'm not even halfway there yet."

She gasped. "You're not even...But you're already...My word." She licked her lips. "I...I don't believe you."

"Then see for yourself." Jack took one of her slender hands and placed it around his cock. Now she felt his throbbing. It swelled at her touch. She wrapped her longer fingers around him and was surprised by his girth, weight, and heat.

"It is awfully big though..." She cupped his balls with her free hand and was suitably impressed. She smiled at him and stroked him. "Oh my, it is getting bigger!"

The office was growing hot and her seat was growing damp. She grasped him with both hands and continued stroking. In time he grew hard. To her amazement he hadn't lied or exaggerated at all. It would take more than a simple ruler.

She looked up at him. "Is it done? Are you hard?"

"What do you think?" He laughed at her blank expression. "Yes, Mrs. Meter. This is me in my full glory. What do you think? Am I magnificent, worthy of your praise?"

She nodded and kept stroking him. His length extended past her shoulders and his smell was stronger and thicker than before. Even his heat was filling the entire room. All of it confused her and aroused her.

Jack looked at the family photo on her desk. "Mrs. Meter..."

"...Yes, Jack?"

He nodded to the photo. "Am I bigger than your husband?"

She glanced blankly at it and felt almost guilty. Her husband was nothing compared to Jack. Seeing him though, even if in a photograph, ignited a greater fire within her loins. It felt like betrayal, like she was cheating with him in the other room. It made her want more from Jack. It made her want to open wide and take him into her most sacred parts.

"I don't want to talk about him."

"But you will." Jack ran his hand through her hair. He made her stare up at him. "Answer me. Does hubby measure up?" Using his glamour he tweaked her emotions and forced her answer. This time words tumbled out unrestrained.

"Yes, Jack. You're much larger, perhaps even three times as long, and you're thicker and harder, too."

"And my balls?"

"...Are massive!"

She was blushing and shaking. Admitting the truth nearly made her cum. Her pants were soaked with want. She felt so wet that his immense size didn't even intimidate her. It just made the lust worse.

Jack flipped the photo down. "Forget your husband for now, Mrs. Meter,because my massive balls hold a lot of sperm."

She went back to staring at his cock. The crown was puffy and red. The veins were prominent. She licked her lips.

"That's not surprising, but why did you tell me that now?"

"Because, I'm about to..."

He twitched and fired before finishing the thought. Thick streams of cum washed over her in one hot ribbon after another. Following shortly after was a powerful orgasm, which washed over her in waves.

On instinct she opened wide and got a mouthful. She swished and swallowed. It was different, primal. She wasn't Mrs. Meter anymore. She was a slut. She was Jack's slut, and she loved every moment of it.

Sperm oozed down her body and splashed across her desk. The photo was plastered with a thick, white deposit. She didn't see this though, and she didn't even consider her husband. Jack was everything to her.

She smiled up at him once he had finished. He rubbed his cock in her equally slimy face.

"I've got to go, teach." He wiped his cock on a clean patch of her jacket. "We'll get a proper measurement later though. I promise!"

Jack left before she could respond. Smiling despite her debasement, Mrs. Meter called after him through the open door. "Come back whenever you want. I'm more than willing to help you with your secret whenever you want!"

Jack spent too much time with Mrs. Meter and had to rush to his next class still smelling of Sex. The class, a history class, was taught by an elderly white-haired man with a burly build. To Jack he looked like a bear with a receding hairline. He also happened to be married to one of Jack's future conquests, the lovely Mrs. Pratt.

From the moment Jack met Mr. Pratt he knew the two would do battle. So every day he was in class he would slowly and discreetly chip away at the old man's will. So far he hadn't done much damage, but his musk was in full force, which meant his presence would be greater, and so he'd have more weight to throw around.

As he sat through class Jack spent his time beating away at Mr. Pratt's mental barriers. Like his wife, Mr. Pratt was rather intelligent and very guarded. His intellect made a battle of wills an uphill one. Compared to Ambrosine or Jillian, however, Mr. Pratt was nothing.

Jack bludgeoned roughly at the mental walls until he left a crack. It was just a small sliver, allowing only a shaft of light, but it was enough. He peered through the hole in the wall and found himself gazing into a burning ball of light.

He wedged his fingers into the crack and then his entire body. Slipping through the crack, Jack fell from the real world and into the realm of the mind. The class room blacked out. All he saw were swirling tendrils of light.

He walked toward the brilliant light before him with a hand up to cover his eyes. It was certainly bright, but it was nothing new. It burned cold, distant, like the North Star on a winter night.

He touched the light and watched pink sparks fly out. Small swaths of color cut themselves into Mr. Pratt's light. Around him Jack heard the barrier cracking from the inside. He smiled.

"Hello, there! Earth to Jack!"

Jack jerked back and took a deep breath. It was hard to breathe. He blinked and focused on a face only inches away from him. It was Mr. Pratt, who was leaning in close and smiling.

"You okay there, son?"

"Yeah, sorry." In Mr. Pratt's eyes Jack saw small motes of pink light. "I was just day dreaming a bit." He looked around. "Is class over already?"

"Yup. You'll need to hurry if you want to make it to my wife's class on time."

"Right," Jack said while scooping his things up. "She hates when students are late."

"In the old days she used to lock them out."

"Don't want that," Jack said while slipping his book bag on. "I'll see you later, Mr. P."

"Take care."

Jack was almost late for his next class, but he thought it was time well spent. Given the time frame Jack had to operate within he was certain that Mr. Pratt would be his before the end of the month. So, that meant he was actually ahead of schedule.

Mrs. Pratt was Jack's long-term goal. However, she was a strong woman with a mind and will on equal grounds with Jillian. In this new world of college with little support Jack never felt confident enough to make his move.

Mrs. Pratt was aware of a change in Jack's demeanor when he entered the room. Being a psychologist she always had skill with reading people in even the subtlest of ways. Jack, who had never lacked for confidence, had a noticeable swagger when he came into her classroom. It suited him, and it drew her attention to him.

Jack regularly had her attention though. He was a fascinating young man in her opinion. Often times she found him gazing at her, as if in longing. It seemed like a pleasant day dream, yet when she called upon him he always had an answer ready. He never disappointed her. In fact, he often astounded her.

He passed close by her and gave a brief smile. She smelled the air. It was strange, thick, even musky. The smell burned her nostrils and made her feel rather warm. She tugged at her blouse and fanned herself.

Mrs. Pratt was the sort of teacher who never wasted time in the class room. Notes were already on the board, and as soon as the students were in the door was closed. She looked at everyone over her glasses. "Is everyone ready for class today?"

Jack had a notebook out but wasn't really taking notes. He was watching her move. Despite her old age, Mrs. Pratt was in admirable shape. What weight she had put on had clearly filled her out and left her a curvaceous knockout. Like his grandma, Mrs. Pratt was a stunner.

She didn't stray far from his desk that day. At times she went to the board to add to her notes, but as much as possible she hovered around him. They traded glances frequently, and it was like a game of chess between them. Normally Jack played defensive. This time he was aggressive. He focused on overcoming her, and subconsciously Mrs. Pratt bolstered her mental barriers. It was like she could feel him gaining ground and actively tried to repulse him.

Halfway through class Jack felt nauseous. His head felt like it was in a vice and his vision blurred. It was only with incredible effort that he managed to sit up straight. Even then he pretended everything was fine.

Mrs. Pratt seemed completely unaffected. She kept putting key phrases on the board. When she spoke it was like a jet engine taking off in Jack's ear, and she stayed close. It wasn't lingering or attraction though, it was a challenge. She was telling him to attack again, but Jack could barely even keep his eyes open.

He scowled and gripped tightly on the desk. No one would defeat him. He was a god, and she was just an elderly teacher. It wasn't fair and it wasn't right, and he was going to show her that. He met her gaze head on and bored into her mind with all the will he could muster.

It felt pointless, like trying to force a needle through solid steel. Mrs. Pratt held his gaze for what felt like eternity. Reality suspended for a moment, and Jack couldn't breathe. Air was brick-like. Pressure built up in the room. It was between them and then it was everywhere..

Then she gave, and Jack slipped in. Somehow he had overcome her. Somehow he had won, and he felt great relief in that even as his head spun. His lips felt wet and warm and tasted like pennies. He felt at them and came back with red tipped fingers.

All over he felt exhausted. His head throbbed painfully but it was going dull. Despite all of this he stilled savored the victory. Mrs. Pratt was a strong-willed woman, and Jack had just forced his way into her.

After some time to catch himself, Jack looked in on her again and quickly decided it was a mistake. Mrs. Pratt light was brilliant and enormous. It filled him entirely, overpowering him. The heat of it was incredible, ferocious, and her light clearly didn't care for his intrusion.

Suddenly the victory seemed hollow. His light was barely a fraction of her. By comparison it was insignificant. If Mrs. Pratt was the sun then Jack was a candle.

He looked past her light and saw something glimmering in the distance. Hovering in the darkness were lights of various hues. They shimmered in the black like stars in the night. All around him they danced and glimmered. One was pink, one red, one blue, and the rest were gold.

Jack smiled. Mrs. Pratt was vast, but Jack was plentiful. He stared into the center of her massive, swirling sphere and stood his ground. "I will not lose," he shouted into the abyss. "And I am not afraid. I will not back down. You will bow before me. You will succumb. You will worship. It is our destiny. You will bow, and I will be your god!"

Again there was pressure, and then there was silence from her end. By this point Jack could barely see or even think. His stomach churned. He closed his eyes tight and held his breath.

When he opened his eyes he could see, but his head and stomach still ailed him. He took a deep breath and gripped the desk tightly.

Mrs. Pratt continued her lecture. She gave him a lingering glance though, and in that brief moment Jack could tell there was a change. Her posture was different. Her orientation was different. Before she hovered about him, but now she seemed to focus on him.

She let out class. Jack looked at the clock. He had struggled with her for the entire hour. He wiped his nose, took another deep breath, and stood. It was difficult. His legs shook and could hardly support his weight.

Mrs. Pratt grabbed her bag and put away her things. She sorted some papers into files before putting those away at well. "Mr. Hillton, are you alright? I saw your nose bleeding and almost stopped class to check on you. You seemed distracted though, like it wasn't a problem."

Jack wasn't quite ready for this part, but he wasn't going to waste an opportunity either. While putting his things away he laughed. "My nose is fine, but to tell the truth, I was a bit distracted."

She put her bag around her shoulder and approached him. "I hope that you'll be more focused next time. I can't have my best student slacking off now can I?" When Jack looked at her she gave a genuine smile. The warmth that radiated from it was uncharacteristic of her. Faintly, behind her eyes, a nearly imperceptible pink shimmer shown.

Jack smiled back. "Thank you for the compliment. And I promise, I'll be on the ball next time."

"That's good to hear," she said, and she sauntered out of the room. Jack watched her go and thought of all the things he would do to her beautiful rear.