Eros Extended Ch. 26

Chapter Twenty-Six: The Third Week

Coming into the third week Jack was feeling assured. Mrs. Meter was one deep fuck from servitude, Mrs. Pratt was just about to go insane with lust, and Mrs. Mueller was already there. Even Maggie was turning out nicely, and she hadn't even been on the agenda.

Early Monday morning, before class, Jack was in his room making up notes. He had scribbled the name of his four angels on a piece of paper and drew lines from them. Each line was connected to a name of a female target.

Each of Jack's angels possessed a piece of his light within them. When they were worshipped then he was worshipped. He gained power from the pleasure they caused and the praise they received, and in turn he gave them power and pleasure of their own. That would be key to his great conquest.

He put away the note before leaving and met Maggie in the commons. They walked to class together. She kept close to him, and she smiled and laughed as they passed through the halls.

Through math they passed notes to each other. After math Jack kissed her on the cheek and then visited Mrs. Meter's office privately. She was kneeling ad waiting for him, and gave him a long, loving blowjob without being asked.

For Mrs. Meter the weekend without Jack was torturous. While stroking him to hardness she told him, "I dreamt of you every day. Mostly, I dreamt of your cock." She stared cross-eyed down his shaft before licking the crown. "I tried to suck my husband's...thing, but it just didn't feel right. It's not the same. He doesn't even begin to compare."

She took him into her throat. It was difficult, and her lack of skill showed, but she was very enthusiastic about it. The willingness and tightness were a wonderful combination and brought Jack to orgasm. He came so much that she nearly drowned.

Jack jerked the last of his cum onto her face and into her open mouth. By the end of his climax she was sitting with her mouth open and cum all over. His flood overcame her early on, but she was all too happy to get a hot, white facial. She licked up what she could and kissed his cock before he put it away.

"You look good with my cum on you." Jack did up his jeans and watched her eat his cum. She smiled at him. "Anyhow, I should be going. I'll see you on Wednesday. You can blow me again."

"Oh, I can't wait," she said. "I'll see you then, sir."

Jack stepped out of the office and closed the door, and Mrs. Meter sat in a pool of cum and contemplated the 'sir' at the end of her sentence. She wasn't sure where it came from, but she knew it felt right. After all, she respected him, even revered him, and she had to show him her piety.

Jack had feared the weekend without him would give Mrs. Pratt time to regroup, but Monday found her even more broken than before. Barriers that once stood against him were now fractured, sad little things easily swept aside. Once he got his hooks in she couldn't shake free.

Rose light had blossomed within her. Jack saw it as soon he looked her in the eye, and he toyed with it throughout class. She hardly looked away from him during the hour. With her mind open and her light turning she was more receptive and easier to tune.

Class let out and Jack waited. She smiled at him bashfully, aware of his intention, and he could see a pink flash behind her eyes. Jack twisted her, swelled her arousal to colossal levels.

She blushed and packed her things quickly. She was almost out the door before Jack called on her.

"Yes, Mr. Hillton, how may I help you?"

"Well, do you remember when we were alone last time/"

"How could I forget?" She seemed breathless and enamored. Then she closed her eyes, took a deep, calming breath, and steeled herself. When she looked at him again her eyes were cold, distant, and she was fearless. Jack admired her strength, but he also wanted to break her even more. "What about it?"

"Well, you have two hours until your husband is finished with classes, right?"

"Yes, what of it?"

"I was thinking that we could use the time to talk...privately." He stared her in the eye and controlled the flow of her emotions. She struggled but could not resist.

She smiled faintly. "Jack, I know where you want this to go, and I am telling you that our last...encounter was a mistake."

Jack approached her and leaned in. "Mrs. Pratt...Silly little Mrs. Pratt," he breathed. Pink spots spread through her gaze again. Her expression softened, her smile lingered. He put his hand on her hip as a gesture of power and control, and she did not recoil. "Take me somewhere private for our...talk."

She nodded shakily and muttered, "Okay."

Mrs. Pratt led Jack to her car. The entire time walk there Jack kept his gaze on her ass. It swayed dramatically and purposefully, as if she were enticing him. She never looked back to confirm it though and kept a quick pace. Clearly she was ashamed, but she was also powerless.

Mrs. Pratt owned a large, spacious SUV. She unlocked the doors and they got in the back, where they would have room to stretch. Once inside she locked the doors again. "So, what exactly is so important that we couldn't discuss it publically?"

Jack laughed. "Oh, come on, you know that we're not really talking, don't you?"

She smiled knowingly and twisted her brow. "Oh, then what exactly are we doing?"

He had to marvel at her control. Few women could be toy with him in such a way. From the beginning she seemed to know how things would turn, and yet she resisted and fought him on every front. He had no doubt of her eventual submission though. No woman could resist her passions in his presence.

Without a word Jack reached out and pulled her into a kiss. She melted in his grasp and wrapped herself about him as their tongues met. Their lips mashed together forcefully. The kiss was thunder, quick and hard. She fell backward and pulled him in between her legs.

Jack smiled at her. "So, let's converse," he said while sitting up. He placed a hand on her thigh. She quivered but couldn't speak. Everything was happening so fast. It was all too much to process. "We need a subject to discuss though. Why don't we start with these?" Jack put his free hand down between her breasts.

Mrs. Pratt shook her head. "No, Jack, we...We can't..."

Jack ignored her. He moved his hand down and lifted her blouse up over her pale stomach. She helped him get it up over her head and laid back to give him a view of her shapely chest. "Well, well, I think these will be a fine conversation starter."

He grasped one of her breasts firmly. It was dense and meaty but yielding as well. He pressed it against her chest, and she let out a long, impassions groan.

"I think you're enjoying yourself."

"No, I'm just..."

"Don't lie, Mrs. Pratt. It's unbecoming." He leaned down and caught her in a powerful, tempestuous kiss. She clutched him tightly and pulled him into her. As their tongues met she hooked her legs about his waist and pulled up against him.

By the time the kiss ended her bra was up and over her tits. Her nipples were blood red and very, very hard. They stood out from her breasts as beacons of her arousal. Jack cupped her breast again and teased the nipple with his thumb. "For someone not enjoying herself you're not in a hurry to stop me."

She bit back a moan and laid there, somewhat stoic. Behind her eyes Jack could see her arousal struggling to surface. He leaned in and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. Finally, with a loud gasp, she relaxed in his grip.

"Oh, God...your mouth is so warm. It feels so...so..."

"How does it feel," he asked while kissing his way upward. He planted a small, quick kiss on her lips before crushing her beneath his muscular form. Grasping both breasts, he leaned in and whispered, "I want you to admit that you're enjoying yourself. I want you to admit how you crave me. Then, and only then, I will let you see my cock. Then and only then will I let you pleasure me and worship me as you want. All I ask is for complete honesty."

"I...I..." She shook her head. Jack kissed his way back down to her breasts and bit one gently. She resisted and struggled with the monstrous lust ached in her groin, and then it hit her. All he gave her was pleasure, pure, organic pleasure. It was a natural reaction, and there was no shame in it.

This realization opened her mind to entirely new possibilities. She craved his cock and there was no shame in that either. Furthermore, she obviously needed him or else she couldn't have put herself in such a situation. She denied it because of stifling social protocols. Her id was out of control though. It hungered for him in a way that her super ego could never understand, and she decided that guilt be damned, she would give in.

"The truth...is that I love your hands and your mouth. The truth is that they make me feel more than good. You make me feel more than good. Having such a handsome young man lust for me and pleasure me in such a way is flattering beyond words." She smiled and cupped his head. "The truth is that I want you to ravish me, Jack, and that I need that cock of yours. Now, let me have it before I take it by force."

He grinned around her nipple. "Well said." He sat up. "You've finally earned it."

Mrs. Pratt smiled and sat up to undo his pants. They were bulging already, but she was surprised to find his cock limp when she pulled it out. By her estimation it was nearly a foot long. She held it with both hands spaced apart and marveled at its size.

The first thing Mrs. Pratt noticed was how warm the car got shortly after Jack's exposure. Shortly thereafter she took note of the strong smell that filled it. The scent, originating from Jack's crotch, burned her nostrils slightly and set a flame alive inside of her body.

Shakily, she measured him one grasp at a time. "Oh my word! I've never...seen anyone even nearly the same size as you. You're...enormous...magnificent...and you're not even fully erect." She held him up a bit and leaned in close to examine. Her cheeks grew red as his smell insinuated itself upon her. "You're still growing and already you're easily twice the size of my husband..." She stroked with long, slow strokes from tip to base.

When he grew fully erect she took the time to run her hands along every inch. The dimensions left her speechless. In the same way that she couldn't wrap her hands around his thick shaft, she also could not wrap her mind around him. As with all things that confounded her, Mrs. Pratt became even more enthralled by him, finding his immensity both frustrating but also alluring.

"Here we go. It's fully erect now, and I must say...You have a perfect penis, Mr. Hillton. I had been struggling with my feelings for you since day one, but only now do I fully understand why. Now, don't misunderstand what I am saying. You are an intelligent, clever, and amusing young man, and you are very handsome as well, but this here is your best feature. With this you can have any woman in the world. With this..." She sighed and looked him in the eye. "What I mean to say is thank you. Thank you for this chance."

Jack thrust into her hands, ramming his cock hard against her cheek. "You're welcome. Now, don't disappoint."

"Of course," she whispered, and she started jerking him off excitedly. She twisted her hands and threw herself into it. While stroking she leaned in and ran his cock along her cheek and face. Her eyes were closed as in prayer. His heat filled spread through her and filled her.

Jack closed his eyes and focused on her. He felt her writhing in his mental grasp. Then she struggled no more. She submitted to him. His light surrounded her and engulfed her. Her brilliant mind swelled within him and then simply collapsed. Jack felt this-the aftershock-and then he felt rapture.

Jack bulged and then exploded. Cum splashed across the car seats and the windows. It hit her full in the face and coated her breasts thoroughly. Thick streams burst from his cock, raining down all over her, drowning her.

She opened her mouth and partook of his essence, and to her surprise she had an orgasm herself. It was the second of her life, and it was electrifying. She shook and groaned loudly, and she clamped her lips tight around him and refused to let go.

When Jack finished he was breathless. Her mind had been so vast and was now hollow and ready for his light. Her worship and submission was euphoria, and he basked in it momentarily.

Mrs. Pratt licked at his crotch lovingly and mewled like an animal. "You truly are a masculine paradigm. Your cum..." She licked up some and groaned luxuriously. "When can we do this again?"

Jack pulled his pants up and slipped out of the car quickly. Mrs. Pratt sat in his cum and stared in shock. He did up his pants. "I'll come and see you some time."

"But..."

"We've got class." Jack looked around. "You might want to hurry and clean yourself up. Your car doesn't offer as much privacy as you would like to believe."

Mrs. Pratt looked around self-consciously and pulled her shirt up over her chest. Jack laughed and closed the door. She sat in her car and watched him go back toward the campus. He was right, the car offered no protection.

She slipped her shirt on over her sticky body and looked at the mess they had made. She would have a lot to do before her husband got out of class, that was sure. For a moment she considered whether the trouble was worth the reward, and then she laughed the question off.

No part of her entertained, even for a second, that it wasn't.

Wednesday evening Jack forewent class and made a visit to Mrs. Mueller office. She was already drinking when he arrived and no longer made an attempt to hide it from him. He closed the door behind him and took a seat.

"Missed my class..."

"Didn't see much of a point in going," Jack said.

Mrs. Mueller snorted. "Just another man abandoning me."

"I didn't abandon you. I just have better things to do than sit in one of your 'lectures.'"

"But you came for the sex?"

Jack shrugged.

"My husband never wants to have sex." She sighed. "That's not the problem though. The real problem is that he doesn't love me. To him I'm just a disguise...a suit to wear so no one can see the real him. So that even he can't see the real him." She downed a shot and then poured another. "He's a good man though, a great man. Stayed with me even though he's...the way he is. But me, I'm just not happy with it anymore. I need something to, you know, satisfy me."

Jack smiled. "I can satisfy you."

"Oh, I know you can."

Jack stood and undid his pants. His cock was limp and not even half as large, but his scent filled the room quickly. Despite its smaller size Mrs. Mueller seemed impressed. She leaned forward and examined him.

"I see that you're a grower."

"I am, so why don't you help it grow?"

She stared cross-eyed at his crotch for a moment, and then she slipped from her chair and kneeled before him. "How exactly could I do that?"

"You can use your mouth."

"My mouth?"

"Yes, use your mouth and your hands."

"My mouth and my hands..." She smiled. "Okay, that sounds wonderful." She cupped his crotch and inhaled deeply of it. She kept doing this until the inhalations turned to sucking, and then she gave herself completely to his cock. She throated him without being told.

In short time Jack was fully erect, and he wasted no time in taking things further. With a firm grip on her head he fucked her throat ruthlessly. She gagged and struggled for air, but she also kept firm in her resolve to pleasure him. This went on for a few seconds before he disengaged and said, "Now you need to take off your clothes. I'm going to give you what you've been so desperately missing."

Panting, Mrs. Mueller stood in the small office. There was hardly room for her to undress. Jack watched her while stroking himself, and his cock was only a few inches away. It was swollen and gleaming. To her it looked in pain, and she felt a dire need to relieve it.

She yanked off a knitted sweater and tossed it to the floor. Mrs. Mueller's figure was shapely yet sagging. In her youth it would have been tight, but years of stress and neglect had put extra weight on her. She wasn't fat but fleshier and simply didn't have the perkiness with which Jacob was accustomed.

She shimmied out of her jeans and panties in tandem. Like her upper body, her lower body was attractive but showing its age. Her rump, specifically, was plump, shapely, but taking a turn for the worst. Her pussy was an unkempt marsh of dark brown hair that she showed self-consciously.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't expecting..."

"You're fine," Jack said while forcing her onto the table. He spread her legs and she hugged them to her breasts while he lined up. "Are you ready?"

Mrs. Mueller looked down at his cock. The crown was nestled against her womanhood. Clearly, Jack knew his way around a pussy. She swallowed nervously. He was much, much bigger than her husband.

"I'm not sure I can fit...I mean, you're so big...Be gentle."

"Don't worry, you'll be fine. With a little practice you'll take me like a professional."

"I sure hope so," she said. She seemed hopeful and hungered for him. At times Jack felt guilty for his quick dismissal of her problems. She clearly hadn't made love in years, and if Jack knew anything it was that people require love.

He took a deep breath to calm himself and remind himself of who he was. Eros was the god of lust, and Jack was a god of love, and somewhere along the way he had lost sight of that. Mrs. Mueller was a woman in great need of love, and he was simply trying to drown her with lust. It was his duty as a god, as her new god, to give her something to believe in.

He inched in slowly. Mrs. Mueller was tight, almost untouched. She clearly hadn't spread herself for any man in years. It was almost like popping a cherry, and Jack found that thrilling.

She moaned loudly as he sank deeper into her, and she wrapped herself around him. "Oh god, you're so big, you're so, so big, and you're the first I've had in years. It's so big but so god...And it makes me so proud. Please, Jack, please fuck me. Fuck me hard and fuck me deep and make me into your woman."

Jack found her depth at eight inches and he waited. He let his warmth spread through her and ease her tension. He let his scent invade her and calm her nerves. She hugged him tight and caressed him, and she idolized him.

"You're so, so big...God, it's been so long, and it feels so wonderful to have your big, fat cock in me." She giggled, and Jack wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or the glamour, but she seemed happy. "It's the biggest cock I've ever had, and I'm sure it's the best!"

"You haven't seen anything yet!" Jack straightened out and started fucking. He watched the penetration and marveled at how large he looked. Her pussy could barely handle him. Each withdraw exposed inch after inch of massive shaft, gleaming with her juices . Each new drive forward made her toes curl.

He held her thighs and fucked her like he owned her, because at that moment he did. She met him as best she could, rolling her hips and hugging him with her pussy like she was afraid to let go. She shifted, slipped from position and fell into her things on the desk, sending them falling to the floor. Releasing her legs, she braced herself for his deep thrusts.

Mrs. Mueller may have been succumbing to age, but she was in her element during sex. Her body glowed with life. She panted huskily, looked lewd, and fucked like an expert. It was a shame she had been out of practice for so long, because she was built for cock.

She came hard and started chanting. "Oh, yes, Jack, yes, fuck me! Fuck me with your huge cock. Give my pussy what my husband won't. You're such a stud, a beautiful, hung stud! Fuck me, use me, and fuck me some more!"