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Story Codes: Domination/Submission, Exhibitionism, Handjob, Oral Sex, Public Sex, School, Teacher, Teen female Masturbation, Teen male/Female, Teen male/Teen females, Virgin, Voyeurism

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Note: Thanks to Alex for beta reading this!

Main Characters

Corey Derrickson: High school senior, friend of Kyle Unmei, given the chance to marry one of four genie, each from a different tribe, if he can find them at St. Maria Theodora Catholic School!
Aleah Buckley: Corey’s first sex slave. High school senior. He claimed her after Kyle suggested she’d be a good canidate for starting Corey’s harem.
Tania Buckley: Aleah’s younger sister. Corey’s second sex slave. High school sophomore. Seduced into the harem by Aleah.

Students

Asra Duff: Senior at St. Maria Theodora, in Corey’s Philosophy and PE.
Bettie Black: Senior at St. Maria Theodora, in Corey’s English and History classes.
Briana Hamilton: Senior at St. Maria Theodora, in Corey’s English and PE classes.
Brenda Nevada: A senior at St. Maria Theodora, in Corey’s Math and Chemistry classes.
Debbie Goffe: Sophomore at St. Maria Theodora.
Franny Keighley: Junior at St. Maria Theodora.
Jennifer Nielson: Junior at St. Maria Theodora.
Hallie Hunt: Senior at St. Maria Theodora, in Corey’s English and Chemistry classes.
Havva Najjar: Senior at St. Maria Theodora, in Corey’s Math class. After eating her pussy and seeing her submissive nature, Corey suspects she is the Jann.
In’am Alfarsi: Junior at St. Maria Theodora.
Lisa Comstock: Senior at St. Maria Theodora, in Corey’s Math class.
Megan Scrivenor: Junior at St. Maria Theodora.
Nadia Rivers: Senior at St. Maria Theodora, in Corey’s PE class.
Natiqua Osbourne: Senior at St. Maria Theodora, in Corey’s Math class.
Regina Florence: Girl who moved in next door to Corey, sophomore at St. Maria Theodora. In Tania’s math class.
Pita Reyes: Senior at St. Maria Theodora, in Corey’s Philosophy and Chemistry class.
Ritsuko Takayama: A Sophmore at St. Maria Theodora.
Rita Pickle: Junior at St. Maria Theodora.
Sheila Thorne: Senior at St. Maria Theodora, in Corey’s History and PE class.
Tammy Fredrick: A Senior at St. Maria Theodora, in Corey’s Math and PE Class
Ursula Bannister: A Senior at St. Maria Theodora, in Corey’s Chemistry class.
Vanessa Shearer: A Senior at St. Maria Theodora, in Corey’s Math and Chemistry classes. Wants a private study session with Corey.
Zahia Qadir: A Junior at St. Maria Theodora.

Faculty

Mrs. Abigail Reynolds: A teacher at St. Maria Theodora.
Ms. Allie Reid: Corey’s English teacher and the librarian at St. Maria Theodora.
Coach Denise Bennett: Corey’s PE teacher at St. Maria Theodora.
Mrs. Donna Blackwood: A philosophy teacher at St. Maria Theodora.
Sister Anna Petra: A nun and Corey’s Chemistry teacher at St. Maria Theodora.
Sister Doris Suzette: A nun and teacher at St. Maria Theodora.
Sister Ester Sarah: A nun and Corey’s Math teacher at St. Maria Theodora.
Sister Francis Jean: A nun and Corey’s History teacher at St. Maria Theodora.
Sister Nova Victoria: A nun and new headmistress at St. Maria Theodora. Corey suspects she’s the Ifrit after she initiates a sexual relationship with him.
Ms. Valerie Terrence: A teacher at St. Maria Theodora.

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Corey Derrickson – Tuesday, September 8th

The papers fluttered to the floor. The girl I bumped into hurrying around the hallway corner. She was on her rump, her curly, burnished-brown hair swaying about her face. Her red-and-green tartan skirt had flipped up and over her stomach to expose a red thong. The narrow strip molded to an obviously shaved pussy. Her tight, white blouse clung to a pair of round breasts, the ties of her tartan bow tie dangling down the crisp top.

“Sorry,” I said, unable to look away from that thong clinging to her pussy. The last of the papers she was carrying had settled down. She was dressed in the St. Maria Theodora school uniform.

It was the all-girls’ Catholic high school that I was lucky enough to attend. All thanks to my friend Kyle’s genie wife granting him a wish. He was a great friend. I was having fun already. My first day was off to a banging start. Girls were flirting with me. I had seen three candidates for who might be the four genies sent to the school to compete to be my woman.

The headmistress Sister Nova Victoria was new and Middle Eastern. She’d claimed she hadn’t had a cock in fifteen years and was out of control with lust for me. Her fiery passion as she rode me in her office made me think she was the Ifrit.

Then there was Havva. The virginal, Arabic girl had just transferred in. She was submissive. In need of a strong man to claim her. I had dominated her in the school office and ate out her cherry twat until she came.

There was a third girl I’d seen. Also Arabic, but I hadn’t had any contact with her.

“Let me help you,” I said, bending down to snatch up the papers. “Sorry for running into you.”

“Not quite the way I’d thought I’d be bumping into you,” she said, rubbing at her forehead. She had a sultry purr to her voice. There was this blatant wantonness in her eyes. She had a ripe fertileness about her while her lips pursed. She eyed me with this regal bearing, an almost imperious scrutiny.

“Oh, how did you imagine that,” I asked, my eyes flicking to her thong. She hadn’t covered up.

“Well, I imagined there were less clothes on us,” she purred. “Though I’m okay ending up on my back.”

“Damn, you’re a bold one,” I said, scooping up more of the papers.

She winked a hazel eye at me, a swirl of brown and green and gold in her iris looking fetching. She had a dainty nose with a little hole on the side. A piercing, but one she couldn’t wear openly at the school.

“I didn’t know a red thong was part of the school uniform,” I said, grabbing the last of the papers.

“Really?” She grinned at me. “Maybe I should take them off then.” Her hand slid down and her finger hooked the thong’s waistband. She lifted it up right there in the hallway, pulling it tight against her pussy lips. I could see the impression of a clit piercing through the fabric. Other girls who were passing us burst into nervous giggles and hushed whispers.

Aaliyah, Kyle’s Jann, had definitely made a wish so I could have more fun than just with the four genies in the contest.

“Maybe,” I said and handed her the papers.

She released her thong. It snapped back to her skin. She snagged her papers and held them to her breasts with her left hand. She held out her right hand, a bold gesture demanding I help her up. I grabbed her hand and yanked her to her feet. She gasped in delight as she let herself “stumble” into me, her face right before mine.

“Mmm, such a gentleman,” she said. “I need your help. I am lost. I cannot find Miss Reid’s English class.”

“Good thing for you that I’m in it,” I said. I offered her my arm like a gentleman escorting a princess. “I’ll take you there.”

“My hero,” she said in a breathy, exaggerated voice, her eyes smoldering. “I’m Bettie.”

“Corey,” I answered as she took my arm. My cock was so hard. I wanted to just ram my dick into her pussy right here, right now. She was just begging to be filled, the fertile scent of her pussy teasing my nose, a tangy passion.

Her breast rubbed into my arm as I led her through the halls. Girls were staring at us, some with envy in their eyes. A girl with short, black hair and blue eyes bit her lower lip as she passed, her ass looking cute in her skirt. An athletic girl with toned legs and glossy, black hair flowed by, her dark eyes staring at me with interest. A willowy, Asian girl with blue-black hair falling gracefully down her back stared with longing at me while a brassy-haired girl with black tights cladding her thighs shook her head.

As we neared the English class, Aleah appeared. My auburn-haired sex slave, her twin pigtails dancing down the side of her face, grinned at me. She was my age, seventeen, looking delicious in her schoolgirl uniform. She took my other arm.

“Ooh, I saw you and that other girl on your arm on the way into school,” Bettie said.

“They’re my sex slaves,” I said without hesitation.

A shudder ran through Bettie. Her breast rubbed into my arm through my dress shirt’s sleeve and her blouse. “That is so hot.” She leaned in and purred. “Mmm, you could dominate me.”

“Tame a princess to worship my cock?” I asked.

“Someone has to. I can be such a brat if I’m left on my own.”

Aleah had a large grin on her lips. I matched her smile, feeling like a champ. Kyle was the best friend ever for setting this up. I was going to get a harem out of attending this school. One genie, and who knew how many other schoolgirls I’d gain. Jennifer, Taniqua, and Vanessa had all made passes at me.

I broke away from the two girls to open the door to Miss Reid’s classroom. I ushered them in. Bettie strutted in, her hand boldly sliding across my crotch to squeeze my hard cock. I groaned in delight. Then Aleah followed, this wicked glint in her eye. I knew that look. She was hot and wet with the idea another girl wanted me.

I entered the classroom full of girls. They all stared at me with a mix of lust, curiosity, and a few annoyed. Not every girl was happy there was a boy attending their school. Miss Reid turned from the chalkboard. She was one of the new teachers I’d seen at the morning assembly. She wore a tight, smoky-gray pencil skirt that clung to thighs clad in dark stockings. Her blouse was a lighter shade of gray, closer to ash, that had a plunging V-neck to show off a pair of lush and large breasts. Black-rimmed glasses perched on her nose. She smiled, cheeks rosy red while strands of auburn hair, the same dark-red as Aleah, spilled about her face. Coal-black eyes fixed on me.

“I see our special student has arrived,” she said. “Mr. Derrickson, I must say I was excited to see your name on my roster. You’ve set a fire burning through the rumor mill.”

“I always try to make the biggest impression,” I said.

“Sit where you like,” she said.

Aleah and Bettie had found seats with an empty desk between them. I strutted to it, passing by the schoolgirls. One with blonde hair in a French braid and blue eyes smiled at me as I passed. I sat down at my seat.

Bettie grinned at me. “So, Aleah’s your sex slave, huh? That’s bold. You two just playing at it.”

“You don’t think she’s really my sub?” I asked.

“You know, some people like to play at that BDSM thing.” She flicked her eyes up and down me.

“You’re calling me a poser.” Amusement flowed through me.

She arched a burnished eyebrow.

“Aleah,” I said, not even looking at her, “drop your panties and start masturbating. Discreetly.”

“Yes, Master,” my sex slave purred. She had a sultry purr to her voice, that hungry, wanton delight that always made my dick ache.

I still didn’t look at Aleah but kept my eyes locked on Bettie. She leaned forward to peer past me and watch Aleah. Interest danced in her eyes. Clothes rustled from Aleah, her desk chair creaking. A moment later, Her hand reached over and pressed into mine. She pushed a pair of panties into my hand, the crotch wet with her passion. Then she let out a soft sigh.

“I am impressed,” said Bettie. “And jealous. Right here in class.”

“Right here,” I said. “Your turn, Bettie.”

“Okay, okay,” Miss Reid said as Bettie grinned. “Let’s get started. I’m your English teacher for the semester. My name is Miss Reid, pronounced like ‘to read.’ We are going to be covering the works of classics, the foundation that shaped English literature and thought for the last five hundred years.”

As she gave her primer for the class, Bettie reached beneath her skirt. She kept her poise even as she rolled her red thong down her pale thighs. She slipped them past her knees and they fell down to her white socks and black Mary Jane flats. She peeled them off those cute shoes and straightened. She thrust her hand out at me, pressing another pair of panties into my hand.

I held it tight and then casually brought it up to my nose and inhaled while staring out at our teacher strutting back and forth. She was in her twenties, sexy and hot. A mature beauty. On either side of me, Bettie and Aleah masturbated.

This would be a great class.

Aleah looked so casual, so at ease, as she rubbed her hand between her thighs. You would never know she was masturbating. Her face, while flushed, looked focused and stared ahead at the teacher. Bettie shuddered. She had a big grin on her face as she fingered her twat, her hand vanished between her lush thighs.

I pushed both panties into my pocket, joining Taniqua’s and Havva’s. The softest sighs came from the two girls as Miss Reid started asking questions of the students, asking what plays of Shakespeare people had read, if they’d ever read Milton or Chaucer or Dickens. She paced back and forth, her large breasts jiggling in that v-neck blouse.

Aleah leaned forward on her left elbow and licked her lips. Her hand moved faster. She twitched, building herself towards her orgasm. Bettie was leaned back in her seat, her round breasts pressing at her blouse. She bit her lower lip and whimpered as she frigged herself.

My cock was lead in my pants.

I held my hands together, folded on the desk, grinning as I paid attention to this class. Aleah let out a little whimper. A soft sigh came from Bettie. They were both filling the air with their pussies’ scents. Spicy and tangy. It was just a delight to witness.

The other girls were taking notes or glancing at me, ignoring my sex slave and Bettie. I winked at them. The blonde kept looking over her shoulder at me, her braid swaying down her back. My dick twitched and throbbed in my pants, heat pounding through me.

A master had to be in control of himself. I’d learned that. Listening to the two girls masturbating while denying myself built my own anticipation for when I would enjoy them. I knew Bettie was mine. I was claiming her right now.

“Yes,” Bettie groaned softly, almost a whisper from beneath her breath. She shuddered in her desk. It creaked, her burnished-brown hair sweeping about her face.

“Master,” Aleah groaned on the other side, the wet plunge of her fingers reaching my ear. Then she straightened. Her body trembled as she fought to control herself. Her face twisted in rapture for a moment. She stared at me as she came.

I winked at her.

Bettie shivered on the other side. Then she leaned over her desk and panted as her pleasure past. I smiled as she pulled her fingers out from between her thighs. They dripped with her juices. She brought her fingers to her mouth and licked them.

“If we have time,” Miss Reid was saying, “we’ll get into the works of Mark Twain and Lucy Maud Montgomery. Any questions about the syllabus.”

No one raised their hands. Amusement smiled on her face.

“Okay, no point in wasting time. You all should have your textbooks. Turn to page 103, and you’ll find the start of Hamlet,” she said. “I want you to read silently from the play and try to absorb the language, figure out what Shakespeare is saying. He had a true mastery of our language. It’s flowery and poetic. It’s not rushed like our modern vernacular, but took its time with elegance.” Her eyes fell on me. “While you’re doing that, I’m going to have a talk with our one male student. Make sure he won’t be a distraction to the girls around him.”

Her eyes flicked to Aleah and Bettie. I guess they hadn’t been as discreet as I thought.

I rose without fear. I was here to have fun. I would as much as I could. I strutted forward, passing the girls. The blonde gave me a smoky smile. A brunette with short hair and freckles on her face licked her lips and shifted in her chair.

Miss Reid turned around and sat on the edge of her desk, her back to her class. I couldn’t help but notice that her thighs were not pressed tight but spread wide. Her head turned, her auburn hair swaying off her shoulders. Her eyes were dark, smoldering. She pursed her lips. She had that sexy, librarian vibe. A mix of intelligence and sensuality that had my dick throbbing.

Her tight pencil skirt slid up her legs, revealing the tops of her thigh-high stockings. I loved the look of her. Her pale skin gleamed. I moved before her, a spicy musk filling the air. I stood before her and groaned as she spread her legs even farther apart.

She wore no panties.

Her bright, red bush adorned her pussy, a patch of fire burning around her juicy twat. My dick twitched as I flicked my gaze up to her face. A fiery smile played on her lips, her glasses shifting on her nose. She pushed them up with her finger.

“You are already being a bad boy, aren’t you?” she said

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“I’m not the one going commando,” I said.

“Mmm, but two of my students are. Aleah Buckley and Bettie Black.” Her eyes flicked down to the gray slacks I wore. She purred at the sight of my erection. “You had them masturbating. Naughty, naughty.”

“I did,” I said. I stepped up to her. With her back to the class, she was shielding me from any watching eyes. “Do you need to punish them?”

“Shouldn’t I punish you?” she asked. “You’re the naughty boy.” Her hand shot out and cupped my cock through my slacks. She squeezed it. “Mmm, yes, definitely naughty.”

“But can you call that the cock that belongs to a boy?”

Interest sparkled in her eyes. “Interesting. You are, technically, a boy. Underage. However, your cock feels impressive. A developed cock. I suppose we can establish if you have man’s cock with first principles.”

“A direct examination to see it?” I asked her.

“Indeed.” She squeezed me. “And I can verify if you are wearing underwear or see if you’re naughty.”

“Like you?”

She winked a dark eye at me.

She found the zipper. It rasped down. I groaned, my eyes flicking to the girls reading. Many were squirming. Hot pussies? Aleah glanced up at me and flashed me a smile before returning to her reading. Bettie played with her hair, looking bored like she felt she was better than doing the assignment. A rich girl who was given everything.

Miss Reid thrust her hand into my pants. She pushed through the slit of my boxers and pulled my cock out. Her hand felt warm around my cock, almost sizzling. I shuddered as she stroked up and down me. She caressed me. She gave me bliss, this wonderful pleasure that spilled down my dick to my balls.

They heated up with passion. Miss Reid’s smile smoldered. She pumped up and down my dick. Her breasts jiggled in her gray blouse. They were such big and lush tits. Her nipples poked against the fabric.

Pierced nipples? Nice.

“How did you get chosen to work at a Catholic school?” I asked.

“Impeccable resume,” she said. “Mmm, your cock is proving to be manly. Thick. Large. And precum is beading the tip. But we’ll have to take it all the way to the end to find out if you’re a boy or a man.”

I placed my hands on her thighs, savoring the feel of her stockings. I squeezed her and winked. She shuddered and stroked me faster.

The feel of her hand working up and down my cock sent pleasure rushing through me. My balls tightened. The delight of this wicked teacher’s hand sliding up and down my dick built me faster and faster. The rapture rippled through me. I groaned, my heart pounding hard, pumping heat through my veins.

I wanted to growl out my enjoyment, but it was hotter being jerked off by my teacher while the class remained unaware. They thought we were having a conversation. They didn’t know she was a wicked, slutty teacher who didn’t wear panties and who jerked off her students.

“Damn,” I whispered. “You’re going to find out the answer if you keep that up, Miss Reid.”

“Perfect,” she husked. “I want to find out how manly you are. Mmm, yes, yes, just erupt.” She pulled on my cock, bringing me closer to her pussy. She had my cock aimed right at that bright, red bush. I would shower her in cum.

“You are a bad, bad teacher,” I said.

She winked at me behind her glasses.

I wanted to kiss her. To fuck her. Instead, I enjoyed our covert passion.

I glanced at the girls reading. So many beauties. They were a garden of delicious flowers. I wanted to pluck them all. The pressure building and building at the tip of my cock brought me closer and closer to erupting. To showering her pussy in my jizz.

My balls tightened. Her tight, hot grip pumped up and down my cock. She stroked me with passion. She fisted me hard. Fast. I groaned, my heart pounding in my chest. This pleasure surged to the heat at the tip of my dick.

“Get ready,” I told her. “You’re about to find out.”

“Lucky me,” she moaned. She stroked up my cock, her hand brushing the spongy tip.

My dick erupted. The cum erupted from my dick. It spurted from my cock and splashed across her red bush. The pearly cum contrasted with her fiery pubic hair. Pleasure slammed through my body. Stars burst across my vision. I grunted and groaned. Every eruption sent rapture rushing through me.

I growled through clenched teeth as more and more of my cum painted her pussy. She groaned, this wild look blazing in her eyes. Her head shook, fiery hair dancing about her face. Those cute glasses slipped on her nose.

“You naughty, naughty man,” she groaned. “Mmm, yes, you are no boy. Coat my pussy.”

I grunted and fired the last blast of cum to splash on her pussy. She shuddered and then she smiled. I panted as she pressed my dick into my pants and boxers. Cum gleaned on the back of her hand. She pulled up my zipper and winked at me.

She brought her hand to her mouth and licked up the cum while at the same time, she crossed her legs, squeezing her thighs tight and trapping my cum on her pussy. She quivered in delight as she tasted my jizz.

“Mmm, I think we had a great conversation, Mr. Derrickson. I am going to enjoy teaching you.”

“I might have a thing or two to teach you.”

She pushed up her glasses and purred, “I look forward to it. Now, I have a discussion on Hamlet to lead.”

I headed back to my desk feeling like a million bucks. Bettie glanced at me, this speculative look on her face. Then her eyes flicked up to Miss Reid, and I swear I saw jealously flashing in the slut’s eyes.

“Had fun, Master?” Aleah whispered. No keeping it secret from her. She probably saw my face as I came.

“I did. This school is quite the treat. Wait until I tell you about my meeting with the headmistress.”

Aleah smiled.

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Tania Buckley

“I’m not sure I’m going to keep up with this,” Regina said as we exited the classroom.

My newest friend, who just moved next door to Corey’s house the day before, had a look of consternation on her face. We’d just finished our first math class, and she looked utterly demoralized by Sister Ester’s primer on the class.

“Not good with the numbers?” I asked the virginal girl. She was my age, fifteen, and had her blonde hair in playful, flowing pigtails. “So the glasses mean you’re not a nerd.”

“Just that I have vision problems,” she said and pressed them up her nose with a light grace. She puffed out her cheeks and then exhale. “Are you any good at this.”

“Sure,” I said. I wanted to seduce this little virgin and present her to my Master. It would be so hot to witness Corey take her virginity. Just like he’d taken mine. I’d even prep Regina the way my older sister had done with me. “Why don’t I come over to your house and help you study?”

“Really?” she asked, brightening. There was a freshness around her that was refreshing like a cooling breeze on a hot day. “That would be wonderful. Thank you, Tania.”

I hugged her to me, feeling her lithe body against mine. I even kissed her cheek. “That’s what friends are for.”

She beamed. “I’m glad I met you.”

“Mmm, and you’re right next door, so it’s convenient.”

“I didn’t know you lived next door,” she said. “My dad told me that our neighbors were a fireman and his son.”

“Well, Aleah and I live with Corey. We’re his sex slaves, after all. We have to be there to serve him.”

Her cheeks went scarlet. “I still can’t believe you do that.”

“Believe it,” I said. “It’s the most fun a girl can have. Trust me, I love every second of being Corey’s sex slave.”

She nodded. Then she glanced down at her schedule. “Um, I have biology next. You?”

“English with Miss Reid.” I glanced at her. “I hope you find your way.”

“Me, too,” she said and sighed. “If I wander around long enough, I’m sure I’ll find it. I’m so bad with directions. If I’m left on my own, I just sort of drift here and there. Aimless.”

She was so adorable. My Master would love her.

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Aleah Buckley

I took my Master’s arm when Miss Reid’s English class ended.

“Read the rest of Act 1,” Miss Reid said as we were exiting, her eyes smoldering. It looked like she’d jerked off Corey until he came on her crotch. Were her panties drenched in cum? Because that would be hot.

Bettie took his other arm. She was a fun girl. She masturbated in class, obeying him. She looked eager for it, like a Disney princess swooning over her prince only this was the porn version of the story. Where instead of singing a song about her crush, she proved it by masturbating in class.

I know, I had cum hard.

He swept us to the right into the flow of girls. I loved the jealous looks we received. I was glad to be on his arm and hoped he would get more girls in his harem. Tania, my little sister, and I both enjoyed being Corey’s submissives. He deserved more women. Like Kyle. He had so many women in his harem. Four wives and so many concubines.

I was a concubine. I knew that. I liked that. Submissive and subservient. A wife needed to challenge her husband from time to time, but I would just serve him and love him with my submissive body. I knew he loved me.

When we reached the hallway and he went right, I said, “I need to get to PE, Master. It’s the other way for me.”

“You’re going to be late,” he said. “Both of you are.”

“Oh, really?” Bettie asked. “I don’t think Sister Francis will be happy with me.”

“Nor with me,” Corey said. “And I don’t care. I want to fuck you, Bettie. I am not waiting.”

I arched an eyebrow at him as he led us towards the restroom. He was getting bold already. He was having fun. He hinted that he’d fucked the headmistress. There was a boys’ restroom despite no men at this school. It was probably some regulatory code that they had to build it. No one else would be using it.

There was no door, but a sinuous hallway that wound around blocking the view from the outside. The boys’ restroom was small. There was a single stall, a urinal, and a sink with a mirror. It smelled so clean. This was a pure place. One untouched.

“Bettie, suck my cock,” Corey ordered.

Delight flashed across her hazel eyes. Little flecks of green and gold gleamed amid the brown of her irises. She shuddered and fell to her knees. She attacked his belt, undoing it with hunger. She was so eager to please him. It was hot. She had this regal bearing. She must be rich. Spoiled even. She was given everything in her life, indulged in every way by her parents who probably thought material rewards would make up for the lack of their attention.

She craved a strong man, a daddy, to take her in hand and claim her. Combined with her wanton, whorish lust, she was ready to submit. Not even I had gone as depraved as her when Corey first claimed me last January at our old high school.

He’d known I craved a strong man and took me in hand. Now Bettie screamed that need out to the world.

“Mmm, yes,” Bettie moaned as she pulled out his cock. His slacks fell down his legs, revealing muscular thighs coated in a fine carpet of red hair. She engulfed his cock and sucked with enthusiastic hunger.

Corey groaned. He ran his hand through his short, fiery hair, pleasure coursing across his handsome face. He had a square chin and a bold nose. He used to have shaggy hair, but he’d started cutting it short to look more dominating and in control.

It made him so sexy.

His tartan tie rose and fell as it fell down his white dress shirt. His brown eyes met mine. He grinned at me. “And what should you do?”

“Anything you want me to do, Master,” I moaned. “You know that I’m your slut. I’m yours. Command me, and I’ll do it.”

He smiled at my answer. I could see the delight in his eyes. It made my pussy so wet. Without panties on, my pussy juices dribbled down my thighs. I felt amazing from my discrete masturbating in class, and now I wanted more.

I carved to do such wicked things.

“Get on your back and slip your head beneath Bettie’s skirt,” growled Kyle. “I want you to eat her out while she blows me.”

“Yes, Master,” I moaned.

I slipped down on my back, my tartan skirt sliding down my thighs. The cool air in the restroom caressed my cunt. The air teased my flesh. It felt wonderful on my juicy cunt. I pushed with my feet and slid my head beneath her skirt. The hem brushed over my face. The scent of her tangy cunt filled my nose. It was dark beneath, the light just bleeding through the tartan pattern. I stared up at her pussy, her lips tight. I could just see that there was something nestled in her folds.

“Master, she’s got a pierced clit,” I moaned as Bettie lowered her pussy to my mouth.

“I know,” he said. “Naughty, right. She’s also not wearing her nose ring.”

“Mmm, I love piercings,” I purred.

“Both my sex slaves have pierced nipples,” Corey groaned as Bettie settled her shaved cunt on my face. “I love leading them around by them. Maybe I’ll do the same to your clit piercing.”

Bettie moaned around his cock as she sucked with enthusiasm.

I flicked my tongue through Bettie’s folds, starting at her taint. I stroked her delicious lips, lapping up her tangy cream, and slid over a membrane with little holes. I shuddered in shock. I pressed my tongue into her cuntlips and rubbed against the hymen guarding the entrance to her pussy.

She was a virgin? What the fuck?

I couldn’t believe it. This flirty, sultry, wanton girl who all but begged to be my Master’s sex slave, had a pierced clit and didn’t hesitate to masturbate in class had a cherry cunt? How the fuck was that possible?

“Oh, Master, you’re going to get a wonderful surprise,” I purred and then licked at that virgin pussy. The last time I ate virgin cunt, it was my little sister’s the night I brought her to my Master’s bed right before he’d claimed her and made her his.

“Looking forward to it,” he groaned. “Damn, Bettie, work that mouth. You know how to love a cock, don’t you?”

I could hear her sucking and slurping. She sounded like she was giving such an enthusiastic blowjob. I shuddered, feeling so isolated from the fun, sequestered beneath her skirt. My tongue flicked through her folds, teasing her, making her squirm and shudder. She ground her cunt on my face. She wiggled from side to side, her juices flowing into my mouth.

I lapped at her petals with hunger. I stroked up and down her folds, brushing her clit and that naughty ring. She squealed when I played with it, batting it with my tongue. The piercing twisted through her bud. It must feel incredible. I loved having my nipple rings played with, the metal shifting around inside my nubs, stimulating nerves normally never touched.

I latched onto her clit and sucked. Her tangy juices soaked my lips. She squirmed her hips from side to side. She ground on me. It was an incredible treat to enjoy. It made my heart pound in my chest. Blood rushed through my veins. I sucked and nursed on her clit. I loved the feel of her bud throbbing in my mouth.

I would make this virgin slut cum hard.

She wiggled her hips, her skirt shifting around me. I felt buried beneath the tartan, trapped in a wonderful cave feasting on the delicious pussy on my face. Virgin juices coated my tongue. Her shaved lips rubbed on my mouth. My chin. My nose brushed her hot folds, my every inhalation full of her amazing scent.

“Damn,” groaned Corey. “Work that mouth, Betty. I’m going to flood your mouth with so much cum. You’re going to drown in it.”

The girl suckled with passion while her juices ran down my chin. She grew wetter and hotter. A sure sign she would be cumming on me. I fluttered my tongue across her folds, loving the feel of her. The taste of her. I would make her burst.

I brushed her clit again. She squealed around Corey’s cock.

“Yes, that’s it,” he panted. “Love the moaning. Aleah must be making you feel amazing. Fuck, I’m going to flood your mouth with all my jizz.”

That sounded perfect to me. He should do that. He should flood her. Just pour all that jizz down her mouth. She needed it, the wicked slut. It made me so hot, so wet, picturing it. My cunt was on fire. Juices soaked my thighs. I squeezed my legs tight, massaging my clit.

At the same time, I played with hers. I batted Bettie’s clit ring and sucked on her bud. She moaned louder and louder around Corey’s cock. Clothing rustled. Corey grunted. The wet sounds of her sloppy blowjob filled the air.

I sucked hard on her clit.

She squealed.

Pussy juices gushed out of her cunt. A flood of passion spilled over my mouth. I reveled in it. I drank down the virgin cream gushing out of her pussy. Her tangy delight coated my face. My chin. It pooled in the hollow of my throat.

She sucked with such hunger as she came. Her juices flooded my mouth. I licked them up. I loved every moment of tasting her passion. It was incredible. My cunt clenched, aching in envy. I wanted to cum as hard as she was.

“Fuck, yes!” Corey moaned. “Keep sucking like that. I’m going to cum.”

“Dump your jizz down her throat, master,” I moaned. “Yes, yes, make her swallow every drop.”

“Oh, she will!” panted Corey. “Won’t you, slut.”

Bettie squealed and squirmed. She ground her hot pussy on my face. Her clit piercing rubbed across my tongue. I batted it. Sucked on it. More and more of her virgin juices flooded my hungry mouth.

Corey grunted. Growled. I heard her swallowing. He was firing his cum into her mouth. He flooded her. That was incredible to hear. The passion burst from his lips. The sounds of her naughty sucking had me trembling beneath her.

“Drink all his cum!” I moaned. “Just drink every drop down. Oh, my god, yes!”

“Fuck, you are a whore, Bettie!” Corey panted. “I fucking love it. I’m going to fuck you so hard.”

“Yes!” I howled into that virgin pussy.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Corey Derrickson

I ripped my cock out of Bettie’s mouth. Her burnished-brown hair swayed about her face. It had such an exciting gleam to it. She licked her mouth, gathering up the spots of cum gleaming on her lips. She shuddered, her body trembling.

“Let me see you naked,” I growled. “Both of you, get naked.”

“Yes, Master,” moaned Aleah, her words muffled by pussy and the tartan skirt.

“Mmm, you are such a powerful man,” groaned Bettie as she stood with regal grace. “I don’t normally jump to obey.”

“No, I doubt a rich girl like you does,” I said. That was what was up with her imperious manner. This was a private school. It had to be full of rich, spoiled princesses like her. But this one had a wild streak, rebellious against Daddy and his money while simultaneously looking for that father figure to take her by the scruff of the neck and make her obey.

Aleah gained her feet, her auburn pigtails swaying about her face. Both girls attacked their bow ties at almost the same moment. I watched while loosening my tie. I worked it off as their bow ties whisked through their collars. Then their fingers attacked the buttons of their schoolgirl blouses.

I was excited to see every inch of Bettie. I threw my tie to the ground and worked on my own dress shirt, undoing the cufflinks and then attacking the other buttons. Aleah revealed the choker she wore about her neck, hidden beneath her blouse’s collar. The plate inscribed with “Corey’s Girl” gleamed in the florescent lighting of the bathroom. Both girls revealed their bras, Aleah’s black and lacy, cupping her small breasts. Bettie’s was bright-red like her thong, and strapless, the half cups barely covering her nipples. Her areolas peeked out at the top. It fastened in the front.

She popped it open.

Round tits spilled out, perky and firm, like twin hills. They were topped by dusky-pink nipples. They were perfect nubs for piercing. I licked my lips as she went to her skirt and undid it, letting it fall down and expose her shaved pussy, her slit tight and gleaming, a gold ring nestled amid her folds.

What was the surprise that Aleah mentioned? I didn’t see anything special.

Aleah had a triangle of dark-red hair adorning her pubic mound, the point aimed right at her shaved pussy. Her lips were more open. Bettie had a tight slit, virginal even. Of course, no virgin had a clit piercing.

I kicked off my shoes and pants then worked my boxers the rest of the way down my thighs, my cock swaying before me. I stared at the two naked, seventeen-year-old beauties, pondering how to do this. To play with both of them.

Aleah’s twat looked yummy.

I stretched out on my back, ignoring the cold tiles. I shook my cock at Bettie, beckoning to her. She stared at it with hunger in her eyes. She wiggled her hips from side to side then sauntered towards me. Her pussy juices dribbled down her thighs.

“You want me to ride your cock?” she asked.

“Can you?” Aleah asked, amusement in her green eyes.

Bettie shot her a fierce look. “Of course I can. I’ll take every inch of your master’s cock in my cunt.”

“Do it,” Aleah moaned. She squeezed both her small breasts. They were perky and firm, her nipples pink and hard. Gold rings pierced through both nubs. Thick and heavy adornments. I could clip a special leash to the piercings and lead her around by them. “Fuck my Master. Slam that sweet cunt down his cock.”

“Gladly,” moaned Bettie. She stepped over me and stared down. “Reverse cowgirl or normal?”

“Normal. This time.” I grinned. “You’re going to want to do that to get the most fun out of this.”

A smile played on her bold lips. The rich girl lowered herself, her breasts jiggling as she sank to her knees. She straddled me, her legs soft and silky against me. She grabbed my cock in her hot grip. She stroked up and down me, teasing me. This pleasure flowed through my body and down to my balls.

“Damn,” I groaned as she pressed my cock against her pussy. She nuzzled her folds into it, her clit piercing nudging it for a moment.

Aleah quivered in eager delight beside me.

I thought I felt something pressing on the tip of my cock. A hymen. Then Bettie slammed her weight down my cock. I gasped as I felt my dick tearing through a maidenhead before her pussy engulfed my cock.

“Holy shit, did you just pop your cherry?” I groaned as her cunt sank down my cock, her clit piercing gleaming at the front of her pussy lips spread around me.

“Yes!” she moaned, her round breasts jiggling. She bottomed out on me, her clit piercing vanishing into my bright-red bush. “Oh, my god, this is incredible.”

“How are you still a virgin?” I groaned.

“I’m a Catholic schoolgirl,” she moaned. She winked at me. “I do anal. It’s only truly sex if you penetrate the pussy.”

“God, those rumors are true?” Aleah moaned. “I’d heard that every girl at St. Theodora had a loose asshole and a tight cunt, but I never believed it.”

“Mmm, just waiting for the right cock,” moaned Bettie. “The only guy lucky enough to be at an all-girls’ school seems perfect. Especially parading two sex slaves around on your arms.”

“Damn straight he’s that bold,” Aleah moaned. “He’s my master.”

“Fuck,” I panted, just enjoying a deflowered cunt wrapped around my dick. If I’d known, I would have eaten her out first. Oh, well. “Shit, Aleah, park that cunt on my mouth. I want you both to ride me and have fun with each other.”

“Aw, your master plan is falling into place,” Bettie purred before she slid her pussy up my cock. Her cunt gripped me, tight the way only a freshly deflowered pussy could be.

“Yep,” I panted, the pleasure surging through me. “You got me. I wanted you two playing with each other’s titties and kissing and having fun while you rode me.”

Bettie slammed that tight, juicy cunt back down my cock. She engulfed every inch of me. I shuddered. My hands squeezed her knees. Her snatch felt awesome working up and down my cock. Hot flesh massaged me, the pressure building at the tip of my cock.

Virgin slut. Fuck, that was surprising.

Aleah moved in and straddled my head. She lowered that delicious and familiar cunt to my face. I hungered to eat her spicy folds. She settled her snatch right on my mouth. I groaned at the press of her juicy twat on my lips.

I thrust my tongue into her pussy. She gasped as I plundered the cunt I owned. I licked through her sheath, gathering up her spicy juices. I feasted on them while the pleasure flowed through my body. My dick ached and throbbed in the tight grip of Bettie’s cunt.

She worked that pussy up and down my cock fast. She moaned as she fucked my dick. I groaned into Aleah’s hot twat. My tongue stirred her up. She shuddered on me and whimpered. Her hips squirmed, grinding her twat on my mouth.

“Oh, yes, yes, Master!” she moaned. “Mmm, feast on my pussy. Enjoy every inch of it.”

“He’s enjoying every inch of mine,” Bettie panted. “Oh, wow, this is incredible. His cock is reaching so deep into me.”

“I know,” Aleah answered. She leaned forward, her pussy shifting on my mouth. I stared at her cute rump. “Mmm, look at you working that tight cunt up and down his cock. You’re a virgin and going for a wild ride.”

“It’s seemed the best way.” Bettie squeezed her twat around my cock as she worked her pussy up and down my shaft. “Just get it out of the way and enjoy a dick in me. Finally. Oh, it was worth the wait.”

“Make him cum into that cunt,” Aleah moaned. “Milk his cock.”

“I plan on it and… Ooh, I like that. Your fingers feel nice on my breasts. And you got some cute titties.”

“Mmm, then don’t be a stranger to them.”

I shuddered, hearing the two girls giggling and moaning as they fondled the other’s breasts. My dick throbbed in Bettie’s cunt. She slid her pussy up and down my cock faster and faster. She felt incredible. I moaned into Aleah’s cunt, my balls tightening.

The pressure built in them, stirred up by the hottie’s cunt working up and down my cock. I knew it wouldn’t be long before I was spurting in her. Firing blast after blast of my cum into her twat. It would be an amazing joy to experience.

“Fuck!” I snarled into Aleah’s pussy. I slid my tongue up and down her folds. “Work that cunt, Bettie!”

“Yes!” panted Aleah. “Make my Master cum in your cunt. And the best way is to orgasm.”

“Fuck!” Bettie gasped, her pussy clenching down on my cock. “Oh, Aleah, you wicked whore. Twist my nipples. Ooh, let me do this.”

Aleah squealed. Her butt-cheeks clenched before my eyes. She ground her hot pussy on my lips. I pictured the two playing with the other’s nipples, Bettie twisting those gold rings threaded through Aleah’s pink nubs.

My balls tightened. My orgasm came closer and closer. I sucked hard on Aleah’s clit. She moaned and gasped. She squirmed from side to side. Bettie’s hips danced, too. She stirred her cunt around my cock, her silky flesh massaging me.

My cock felt better and better. The pressure at the tip swelled. Bettie’s pussy slid up and down, massaging me. Sucking at me. Her fertile cunt begged for my seed. I could feel it. She wanted me flooding her naughty cave.

“I’m going to cum on this cock!” Bettie moaned. “Holy shit, this is better than I imagined. I’m so glad I waited for a real man to pluck my cherry!”

“Yes, yes, cum on his cock and milk him!” Aleah moaned. “You nasty, dirty slut. Work that pussy up and down his dick and explode!”

“Yes!” I snarled and thrust my hips up.

Bettie gasped as she came down. Her pussy engulfed me. She bounced up my cock and squealed in delight. Her pussy spasmed and writhed. I groaned at the hot cunt rippling around my dick. Then she bottomed out on me. She engulfed me in her climaxing pussy.

“Yes, yes, Corey!” she moaned. “Oh, damn, that’s good.”

“Master! Master! Cum in her!”

I sucked hard on Aleah as the pressure swelled. The massaging cunt sent me over the edge. I growled out in rapture. Then I exploded. My cock spurted hot blasts of cum into Bettie’s deflowered cunt.

“Fuck, yes!” I snarled.

She let out throaty, earthy moans as her pussy writhed and spasmed around me. She wiggled her hips from side to side. She stirred her cunt around me. That wonderful snatch milked me. My dick throbbed and ached. This amazing pleasure surged through me.

I groaned and gasped with each explosion. Pleasure slammed through my mind. I snarled into Aleah’s cunt. My sex slave shuddered. Then her hot juices gushed out of her twat. They rushed into my mouth, filling me with her delicious, spicy cream.

“Yes, yes, yes! You pleased my Master, slut!”

“God, he pleased me!” moaned Bettie as she milked my cum out of my balls.

I hit that peak of pleasure. I shuddered on the floor, licking and lapping at my sex slave’s cunt. I drank her spicy juices as my orgasm died into buzzing bliss. Bettie’s pussy writhed around me for a moment longer.

“That was the best,” Bettie moaned. “Mmm, I needed that. God, I was so bad today.”

“Such a wicked whore!” moaned Aleah.

Then the pair were kissing. I listened to it as I lapped at Aleah’s cunt, teasing her. I savored my orgasm. I felt amazing. I drew in a deep breath, wanting to stay in here forever, but third period was well underway.

We should go.

After dressing, the three of us sauntered out of the restroom. I felt amazing after cumming in Bettie’s virgin pussy. Aleah leaned in and kissed me on the mouth, her lips tasting of tangy cunt, my own of her spicy musk. She darted her tongue around mine.

“Mmm, take care, Master,” she said. “I’ll see you soon at lunch.”

I winked at her. “I’ll find something for you to eat.”

“Love me some fish tacos,” she said and made a V with two of her fingers. She pressed them to her lips and fluttered her tongue through them.

“Mmm, she definitely loves those,” Bettie said, clinging to my arm. “She’s a fun girl. I see why you collared her.”

“I can collar you,” I said as we headed to Sister Francis Jean’s history class.

“Maybe,” she said. “We’ll have to see, won’t we?”

I arched an eyebrow at her. “If I decide to put my collar around your neck, you’re going to claps it tight and suck my cock in thanks.”

She trembled and moaned, “What if I want to be more than your sex slave?” She leaned closer. “You are so intriguing, Corey. This is going to be an interesting school year.”

“Yes, it will,” I said, my dick hard again.

We moved through the empty halls and soon arrived at the classroom. I opened the doors and escorted Bettie in. Everyone looked at us including Sister Francis Jean. Her blue eyes didn’t hold that friendly warmth they had when she greeted everyone coming into school earlier this morning. Instead, they flashed with furious anger.

“Mr. Derrickson and you must be Miss Black,” she said, her eyes flicking up and down. “What were you two doing for the last twenty minutes when you should have been in here receiving your education. The one your parents are paying so much money for the privilege of you receiving in my class.”

“I was having a private conversation with Miss Black about a problem she had,” I said. “It’s personal.”

Her eyes narrowed. “Mr. Derrickson, it is your first day, and you are already disappointing me. Is this the sort of first impression that you want me to have?”

“Sister Francis,” I said, not flinching, “I saw a fellow student in distress, and I came to her aid. She needed some help with a personal matter, and I was more than willing to give it to her.”

“Personal matter?” the nun asked, her eyes flicking to Bettie. “Miss Black, is this the sort of reputation you want to garner at this school?”

“I have nothing to be ashamed of,” she said. “Corey was quite skilled at satisfying my problem.”
Sister Francis’s nostrils flared as she exhaled through them. “Mr. Derrickson, follow me. The rest of you, read chapter one and you better not make a peep.”

The nun advanced on me with anger. All the girls were staring in shock save one. The athletic girl with the glossy, black hair had a smirk on her lush lips. It seemed there were some limits to Aaliyah’s wish. I pushed the door open and held it for the furious nun. She glared at me as she stalked by. I followed her, the door booming shut behind me.

Where was she taking me? How much trouble was I in?

To be continued…

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