Eros Extended Ch. 25

Chapter Twenty-Five: The Second Week

"So, you'll be here at the end of the month?"

"Of course, master."

"Good, I'll see you then."

Jack hung up and set his phone down. He just finished talking to his brother and first angel, Jimmy. As of now he had four angels and had big plans for each one. At the end of the month he wanted a big blowout, but he would need West and James on good terms before even trying.

James worried him more than West did. West seemed almost too easy to control. His submissiveness was surprising, and it made Jack wonder whether the trait was natural or created synthetically when Jack became his god.

He got up and got dressed. It was a Tuesday morning. Jack went down Ambrosine's hall to get her for breakfast. He knocked on her door and Miriam answered with a sneer.

"Yes?"

Jack smiled and released pheromones as he spoke. "Good morning. How are you?"

"Fine," she snapped. Hints of pink gleamed behind her eyes, but she kept her arms crossed and stared him down. "What do you want?"

"I'm just here to pick up Ambrosine."

"She's not here."

"Where is she, then?"

"I don't know. She's your girlfriend. Ask her yourself."

"But..."

"You've got a phone, right? Use it." Miriam slammed the door in his face.

Jack stared at the door in shock for a few seconds. She treated him like dirt, but he was determined to change that. Soon enough she would be on her knees begging him for pleasure.

Jack looked around the hall for something to do. Samantha and Maggie both lived down the hall.

Maggie. He liked the idea of her and decided a morning visit was in order.

She answered the door in her pajamas and messy hair. The top she wore to bed was a loose-fitting tank drop that gave a great view of her breasts and nipples. Her bottoms left even less to the imagination.

Before realizing who it was she gave a great yawn and a half-hearted, "Hello?" Then she saw Jack, rubbed her eyes vigorously, and smiled. "Oh, god, I'm so sorry. I was just..." She glanced back at her room. "Uh, do you want to come in?"

"Of course," Jack said. She showed him in and closed the door. Her bedroom was still clean and cherry scented. Lying across the bed she had the dress from last time. Judging from the stains it hadn't been washed. "Keeping a little piece of me for yourself?"

Maggie blushed and hastily grabbed the dress. Behind her eyes Jack could see a flare of pink. It was all she could do to keep from smelling it before hiding it away "I...I was going to wash it, but it just smelled so good. I've been sleeping with it at night."

"How is that going for you?"

She shrugged. "One hundred percent honest, I haven't been sleeping much. I just keep fingering myself raw."

There was something profoundly sexual about her. Normally, Maggie was rather reserved. She teased but never went too far. Masturbating each night a new behavior his influence obviously cultivated in her. The seed he planted had bloomed rather quickly.

"That's a little obsessive, but I'll take it as a compliment. It just means that you can't live without me."

"Totally," Maggie said. She shoved the dress into her wardrobe and closed the doors behind her. When she turned one of the straps on her top slid down and exposed her left breast. The nipple on it was bright red and very swollen. She looked down at it and then smiled lecherously at him. "I'm not complaining, but you're visiting me awful early."

Jack shrugged. "I had time to kill and thought I could get a blow job from my favorite busty blonde." He slumped down on the bed and stretched out. "If you're in the mood, that is."

She gave him a big, movie star smile while kneeling and cupping his crotch. "For you, Jack, I'm always in the mood." She squeezed him through his pants.

"Then let's not waste time talking about it."

She nodded and pulled his pants and underwear off. Then she took off her top grabbed her swaying breasts for his entertainment. They were so big that the flesh spilled out of her grasp. Jack, who was accustomed to incredible breasts, was still awed by her rack. She smiled at him from between his legs. "Go ahead and enjoy the view, mister, because they're your whenever you want them."

"That's good to know, because I'm a sucker for big breasts. For now your mouth will do, though." He put his hand on her head and pulled her into his crotch.

She breathed deeply and let his presence fill her. It flooded her blood stream and filled her with fire. She kept breathing him in until it burned too intensely and all restraint was lost. That is when she opened her mouth and started licking his heavy, swollen balls.

Jack grew and so did his power over her. She grasped his shaft and stroked him. It was limp but beautiful. With loving care it would blossom into the gargantuan godhood of her dreams, and with all the passion in her body she would nurture it. She sucked his balls into her mouth and nursed on them.

As usual Jack defied all logic by growing to record breaking length and girth in record breaking time. In what seemed like an instant to her Jack was fully erect. While his cock grew in her hands, his balls swelled in her mouth. She suffocated on his huge, sperm-laden testicles while marveling at their size.

It was too much for her to handle. His taste and scent were too strong, and her already submissive mind sunk lower into debauchery. She lifted up and licked at his shaft and crown. Her stomach felt empty and longed for the warmth and fullness of his sperm.

"This is here is the cock I know and love," she whispered between licks. She dived down on him, shoving his cock to the back of her throat and sucking deeply. She moved her hands up and stroked him as well. Sometimes she went back to cup his balls.

There was a knock at the door and Jack called for them to enter before thinking. Maggie didn't hear him and didn't stop. Her whole focus was on his cock and his pleasure.

Ambrosine stepped inside. She was wearing a sweater and a pair of jeans that hugged her figure gloriously. When she saw the two of them she smiled. "Oh my, would you look at that." She closed the door quietly. "That's quite a sight, but is this what you came looking for, Jack? A blow job?"

Jack smiled at her. "No, no...Well, maybe." He grunted as Maggie took him deep. She gagged slightly on him but didn't stop until her throat has stretched around his crown. "I...ah...Just wanted to grab breakfast with you."

Ambrosine sat beside Jack on the bed. She sniffed the air and gave Maggie a sympathetic smile. "Well, I'm sorry that I missed...breakfast."

Jack shrugged. "At least you get to the chance to see what a good girl Maggie is turning into." Jack held Maggie's head in place and fucked her mouth. Even as she choked on his cock she moaned hungrily for him.

Ambrosine, like Maggie, was lost in lust. Her eyes glossed as she breathed deeply of the sex in the room. It was always a struggle to maintain composure with Jack in the room, but this was too much for her.

"Maybe she could use a hand...or two...or a mouth?"

"That would have been lovely, but it's too late." Jack tensed and came. He came directly down Maggie's throat and filled her stomach with his scalding hot seed. In just one shot he nearly drowned her.

He released her head and allowed her to pull up. She pulled her mouth free from his cock and but didn't pull away entirely. She stroked him and held kept her lips wide apart. Sperm rained down on her, covering her in all over. Some of it even flew out onto the carpet where it would stain.

Ambrosine toyed with the hem of her sweater. It was always astounding when Jack came. She wanted to masturbate to the sight.

Maggie shivered. Being drenched in Jack's cum was a life-affirming experience. It was so thick, hot, and aromatic that all her body went into sensory overload. Her orgasm gave way to a series of lingering orgasms afterward.

She cooed and tilted her head back. "Yes..."

Jack sighed and leaned back on the bed.

Ambrosine slid down to her knees and kneeled beside Maggie. She smiled at her. "May I?"

Maggie shrugged. "I guess. I mean, he is your boyfriend after all."

Ambrosine took Jack's cock from Maggie and started licking it. She cleaned it thoroughly with her mouth and then swirled her tongue around the head, trying to get every last drop of cum from it. When she was done she planted a kiss on the tip and held it out for Maggie to do the same.

Ambrosine stood. "Do you need a towel?"

"No thanks. I'd rather eat it all."

"Oh, dear, I know you would, but it's way too much." Ambrosine looked around the room. "Where can I get a towel for you?"

"If you insist on getting me one, there are some in the top drawer of my dresser."

"Of course," Ambrosine said. She extracted one and tossed it to Maggie who started wiping clean.

"Thanks, I guess." Maggie looked at the sperm sadly.

"There's more where that came from," Jack said. He was dressing. Maggie stared at his dick.

"I believe that wholeheartedly."

Jack did up his pants and pulled Ambrosien into a hug and a kiss. When they parted they looked down at Maggie who was still toweling off. "Would you like to join us for a meal?"

"No thanks, I'm actually pretty stuffed." Maggie glanced at her bedside clock. "Besides, I'm going to be late for class. Rain check though."

"Definitely," Jack said. He winked at her before leaving.

Maggie looked at the wasted sperm one more time before throwing the towel in with her dress. She didn't have time to lament the loss. Class would start soon, and she still had to get ready.

On Monday Jack restarted his week. The previous week had turned out well. All three of his targets were coming along nicely, and he was confident that the second week would prove to be another success.

Jack had class with Mrs. Meter three times a week, so he saw her every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. This constant exposure combined with the measuring she gave him kept her intoxicated and wanting. She never had time to recovery from the drug that he was.

Mrs. Pratt only saw him twice a week, on Monday and Wednesday, and it had been a few days since his last chance to speak with her. Jack was eager to see her again though. She was going to be his most difficult conquest among the teachers, but that also made her the most exciting.

Mrs. Mueller also only saw him twice a week, though her class was awkwardly spaced on Monday and Friday. This meant that he spent the bulk of the week without contact, but he had more recent contact with her than Mrs. Pratt. Jack didn't concern himself much with her though. Despite her lack of sexuality, he had a strong foothold already and knew that with a slight push she would submit.

Jack met Maggie early in the morning and they walked together to class. She kept her soft body close this eyes and stared in open infatuation. Jack noticed this and laughed.

"The way you're carrying yourself it's like you're my girlfriend."

"What makes you say that?"

"You're standing awful close, and the look in your eyes and the smile on your face. It says that we have sex."

Maggie laughed. "Jack, clearly you've never had a normal relationship. Women don't normally fawn over a guy."

"I guess that's true. I'm not really a normal guy, am I?"

"Not at all," Maggie said firmly. They passed through the school cafeteria on the way to class. Before leaving they picked up a breakfast sandwich and a drink.

"Still, people might think we're dating."

"Does that bother you? Will Ambrosine be jealous?"

"No and no, but I'm more worried about you and your boyfriend. What was his name?"

Maggie nearly doubled over with laughter. "Him? Jack, you don't have to...I broke up with him."

"What? When?"

"After that night in the shower, that's when."

"Why?"

"Because, I don't like him anymore, and keeping him on the line would be an awful thing to do."

"I'm sorry if I had anything to do with it."

"You had everything to do with it, but you don't need to be sorry. He and I had no future together. I want you and only you, even if I have to share you."

"I see."

"If you want to feel sorry, feel sorry for the fact that you'll probably steal every woman in this school from him before the year is over." Maggie smiled knowingly. "That is what you're going for, right?"

"Close," Jack said. "I plan to fuck all the pretty girls, at least."

Maggie shoved him gently. "Sometimes you're such a pig."

They made it to class early and ate while chatting. It felt private, intimate, and almost normal. Maggie was his slut, no doubt, but she also felt like a friend in that moment. Being alone with her reminded him of what life was like before all of the magic and the gods. It was simple but pleasant.

After finishing their meal Maggie threw away the trash. On the way back to her seat she undid her jacket and revealed her low-cut blouse. The material was thin and tight against her body. She had enough sense to keep the jacket on so as not to be lewd, but it didn't even begin to hide how her breasts were hiked up and nearly popping out.

Jack, being more hot-blooded than the average by far, couldn't help but marvel. "Earlier, when you were eating and smacking your lips like slack-jawed beast, I had forgotten how attractive you are. Thank you for reminding me."

Maggie laughed. She grabbed her breasts and shook them a bit. "You're very welcome." She sat beside him and rested her hand on his thigh. "Maybe I could give you a private showing later."

Mrs. Meter entered the room around that time and students were shuffling in the sluggish, early morning manner that they always did. Jack winked at Maggie and said, "Count on it."

Throughout class Jack focused on Mrs. Meter. It was difficult to keep his eyes trained on her with Maggie breasts only a foot or so away, but he had more important plans.

Each time Mrs. Meter looked at him a wave of euphoria and lust rushed through her. As class went on she was blushing and shaking a bit. Sometimes she made mistake on her work, and when she did she looked back at the class and giggle awkwardly.

After class he approached her. He asked for help with measuring again, and she nodded eagerly. They went back to her office and this time actually took the measurement. When she told him how big he was they were both impressed.

"I mean, I knew I was big but damn..."

Mrs. Meter licked her lips.

She stroked him off after that and caught his cum on her face and body.

"You should bring a towel next time because with me it's always a bit messy."

Mrs. Meter giggled and licked some cum from her hand. "I can see that. It's just the price of being a man, huh?"

"Yeah, something like that," Jack said as he left her office.

Monday remained uneventful after that. It rolled into a lazy Tuesday, but on Wednesday things picked up. Jack walked to class with Maggie again, but after class he spared Mrs. Meter. It was his intention to let her lust build up for him over time, that way when she did give in it would seem natural and unprovoked from his end.

He had lunch with Jennifer and then spent history class breaking down Mr. Pratt's resistance. His will was strong but lacked resolve. Once Jack started tearing him down it was a rather quick and simple process.

He had a test that he pretended to do. His rune gave him all the answers, which open up plenty of free time to pick away at the old man's mind. On the way out of class Mr. Pratt pulled him aside.

"Can I help you with something, sir?"

"I just wanted to thank you for all of your hard work so far. You've set the curve on every test, and I know you've done the same in my wife's class. It's students like you that make our days pleasant."

Jack peered in on Mr. Pratt's light. There was a faint pulsation to it. Pink frost glistened in the edges and was spreading quickly. He saw Jack as somehow superior and wanted to win his approval.

"Well, you're very welcome," Jack said. He shook Mr. Pratt's hand and went on his way.

In Mrs. Pratt class Jack was true to his word and remained vigilant. He never pushed too hard. Playing it safe hadn't slowed him considerably. Mrs. Pratt was coming along in her own way. She seemed vaguely aware of his power and, to his surprised, was attracted to it.

Breaking into her mind was just the start. From there he struggled with a mind that rivaled Jillian's in brilliance. Even worse, compartmentalized her every thought and feeling and she scrutinized them as well. As a psychologist she kept a keen observation of her own mental faculties and seemed to assess them regularly.

The conversion of Mrs. Pratt quickly turned into a war of attrition. Minute by minute, hour by hour, class by class, Jack aimed to wear her down.

Luckily, her personality gave him some leverage. She was infatuated with her seemingly brilliant, unnaturally charismatic student. During class she stayed close to him. She spoke with him before and after each day and showed extracurricular interest in his life and studies.

That is what gave Jack the confidence to seduce her. If it were a matter of wit or willpower then Jack was easily outclassed. In a game of persistence, though, Jack had a clear advantage. His stubbornness knew no limits.

The Monday prior Jack had played it safe and worked through her at a snail's pace. Wednesday was no great change, though he did worm his way in deep enough to start planting seeds. He dug in and raised her arousal.

A faint blush touched her cheeks, and she closed down, ejecting him from her mind. On his way out Jack saw faint bulbs of pink light gleaming within her. Then he saw nothing.

He opened his eyes and saw her smiling at him. He glanced at the clock. Class was almost over.

"That is enough for today. I will see everyone on Monday. Have a pleasant weekend and make sure to get your reading done." She went to her desk and started organizing her things. A few students stopped by to speak with her. Most were quick to leave the room.

Jack got his things together and waited until they were alone.

She looked at him while loading her bag. "May I help you with anything, Mr. Hillton?"

"Yes, actually, I needed to talk to you."

"I assume you have questions about today's lesson."

"Why do you assume that?"

"You clearly weren't paying any attention." Mrs. Pratt slipped her bag on. The way she wore it wedged the strap between her breasts and pulled the shirt tight against her figure. She caught Jack staring and blushed again. "Like right now, you seem distracted."

Jack was surprised. She seemed to be flirting with him. He closed distance and released his erotic breath. Leaning in, he said, "I am embarrassed to say that you're right. I was distracted. In fact, I find this class very, very distracted," he said.

Mrs. Pratt breathed deeply. She blinked, as if confused, and then shook her head.

"You seem distracted, too."

She laughed. "I would say that it's simply Monday, but...Anyhow, I can get some notes together and e-mail you a copy. Would that be acceptable?" She wasn't sure why she offered. Normally she was uncompromising and unaccommodating. For Jack, though, she made an exception. "We could also find the source of your inattention and address it."

"We could," Jack breathed. He leaned in close, and she didn't retreat. A pink glow was in her eyes. "When does your husband get out of class?"

She furrowed her brow. "He will be in class for two more hours. I am finished for the day, so we have plenty of time to talk, if you would like."

"I would love to. It's a private matter, though, and must stay between us."

"Please, Mr. Hillton, I have a doctorate. I understand how this works. Feel free to tell me anything and know that I would never betray your trust." Jack was getting closer and preparing to share his clandestine knowledge with her. She smelled him and noted that he had an acute scent of cinnamon. It made her feel warm.