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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 candidate 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. Thought to be a lesbian, the goth girl is actually a Ghul who wants to get Corey expelled.
Bettie Black: Senior at St. Maria Theodora, in Corey’s English and History classes. A spoiled princess dripping for a man to take her in hand. Now his sex slave. She is revealed to be the Jann
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 suspected she was the Jann but was wrong. She is also his sex slave.
In’am Alfarsi: Junior at St. Maria Theodora. A slutty Arab girl who waited naked in Corey’s locker room eager to enjoy the only boy at school. Corey suspected she was the Si’lat but was wrong. Now his sex slave.
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. Challenges Corey to a hot race. When he caught her, he claimed her. Now his girlfriend. She is revealed to be the Marid.
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. Is seduced by Tania and becomes Corey’s girlfriend. She is revealed to be the Si’lat.
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. After her private study with Corey, now she’s his girlfriend.
Zahia Qadir: A Junior at St. Maria Theodora. A submissive, Arab Christian that is eager to learn naughty things from Corey. Now his girlfriend. She was suspected to be the Marid.

Faculty

Mrs. Abigail Reynolds: A teacher at St. Maria Theodora.
Ms. Allie Reid: Corey’s English teacher and the librarian at St. Maria Theodora. A naughty teacher doing wicked things with Corey. Now his girlfriend. She is revealed to be the Ifrit.
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. Her true desires have been uncovered and she no longer tries to stop Corey. She has submitted to his desires.
Sister Nova Victoria: A nun and new headmistress at St. Maria Theodora. She was suspected to be the Ifrit but Corey was wrong. Now his sex slave.
Ms. Valerie Terrence: A teacher at St. Maria Theodora.

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Corey Derrickson – Thursday, September 10th

I couldn’t believe that just happened.

The priest and his train of gushing, giggling, squealing schoolgirls vanished into the main door of the school. The girls of St. Miriam were acting hornier than they were for me, and I had a genie’s magic on my side. The priest had been handsome. Movie star handsome. The type of Latin heartbreaker you’d see on the silver screen or something.

Asra’s smirk had my back bristling. She had arranged for this visitor to arrive. She lounged beneath a dogwood tree, the Ghul looking so smug. She was the fifth type of genie. The one Kyle hadn’t told me about. He hadn’t sent her to compete to be my wife either. It was clear she was bitter about that.

It wasn’t my fault. She should go take that up with Kyle, not come here and try to ruin all the fun I was having. I shook my head and marched to where my four genies waited. They stood outside the school. They hadn’t gone inside like I’d told my harem. They were all staring at Asra, too.

“We saw,” said Ms. Reid when I approached. The teacher, and the Ifrit, smoldered. Her coal-black eyes had enough heat in them to burst into flames. She pushed up her black-rimmed glasses with her middle finger.

“He’s an incubus,” Regina said. Her pigtails fluttered. A wind seemed to swirl around and play with them. A scent wafted around her. I breathed in the musk and hardened in a flash.

“The demon that screws women in their dreams?” I demanded.

“Spirit realm entity,” answered Nadia. The Marid’s eyes were as hot as the Ifrit’s. Steaming. A geyser about to erupt. “They delight in seduction. He’ll go for your women, Kyle. Incubi get off on cuckoldry.”

A squirming writhe rippled through me.

“Choose me, and I can protect the harem,” Regina said. Her innocent face stared up at me full of beguiling innocence. Her blue eyes held all the warmth of a winter sky, though.

I frowned as I studied her. Make her my wife to protect my women? Was the incubus that dangerous?

Yes.

All those girls just flocked to him. They looked so wet. I could see him just snapping his fingers and their panties would drop fast. They’d all be begging to ride his cock. Flashes of one of my women—Aleah and Tania especially—riding his cock sent a sick writhe through my guts.

“Okay, I—”

“She doesn’t have to be yours to protect them,” said the Marid. Nadia fixed her eyes on me. “But she can ward them against him.”

“That’s right, Master,” Bettie said, glancing at Regina. “She’s just making a play to be your wife. Just command her to do it. She will.”

Regina tossed a glare at Bettie. The smell around the Si’lat increased. The wind swirled around her hair, lifting up her blonde pigtails. Then it spilled over my face as she turned her head and gave me the most pleading look of innocent, virginal passion I’d ever seen. A mix of vulnerable fear, awakened desire, and curious delight.

My cock became pure, rigid lead.

I cupped her face and kissed her hard. I pressed her back against the side of the school, my tongue burying into her mouth. Shouts echoed around me from the other genie, but they didn’t matter. This girl before me needed to be loved. To be shown about the delights of her body.

My dick had to be in her right now.

She kissed me with gentle passion. She had a nervousness about her. She had to be guided. Chosen. My blood burned. My hands slid down. I should go slowly with her. Take it easy, but I couldn’t control myself. She was too delicious. Too nubile. Too innocent. She had to be fucked hard.

Claimed.

My hands hiked up her skirt while my tongue plundered her mouth. The shouts of the others couldn’t reach my ears. A vacuum surrounded us. A bubble where there was only Regina and me. My hands found the panties she wore. I caressed over the schoolgirl cotton as her lips worked on mine.

They were in the way. My fingers grabbed it. Both hands gripped. I ripped. Cloth tore free too easily. Her panties were off and I could feel her trimmed bush. Her hands gripped my arms. Her little tongue played with mine now.

She was learning.

I broke the kiss and groaned. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay, Corey,” she moaned. “If it’s you. You can be rough. I can take it. I love you.”

“Love you, too,” I groaned, right hand fumbling to get my cock out.

I unzipped my fly, not even bothering with my belt or untucking my shirt. That took too much time. I had to be in her. My hand shoved inside and found the slit in the front of my boxers. I fished my cock out. It thrust out of my gray slacks’ fly, brushing the teeth of my zipper. I pushed the crown into Regina’s silky pubic hair. I slid down and down.

Found the wet folds of her pussy.

“Take me,” she moaned. “I’m ready for you. Make me your woman.”

I kissed her again. My cock pressed on her entrance. She didn’t have a hymen. That confused my sex-addled mine. She was so innocent. She needed a man to show her about sex. To defile her. I groaned, my dick throbbing.

I rammed to the hilt in her.

The wind gusted faster around us. She squealed into my kiss as her hot pussy welcomed my cock. Her right leg lifted up and hooked around my waist. She held me tight. Her tartan skirt rustled as I drove into her silky snatch. Her cunt gripped me, welcoming me.

Her tongue caressed my lips. The inside of my mouth. Her arms clung to my neck as I pumped away at her. I drove deep into her snatch and then pulled back. The tight grip of her pussy massaged my cock. The stimulation of her twat sent rapture rippling through my body.

It was heaven in her.

I should choose her. Make her my wife. She was beautiful. Delightful. Her pussy was so tight. I could fuck her every day. I could love this beguiling girl. Her perfume filled my nose, inspiring me to thrust into her faster and faster.

I churned up her cunny.

I devoured her mouth.

My hands caressed her body through her uniform. Her sides. I brushed the sides of her small breasts. I stroked her silky leg wrapped around my waist. Her hips wiggled, stirring her snatch around my cock as I buried into her.

The pleasure built and built with every stroke into her. Every hard plunge into her cunny sent delight spilling through me. It was incredible to enjoy. To experience. The rapture ran through me. I groaned, savoring every moment of it.

I could have her for eternity.

She could protect my women.

My… women…

As I drove into Regina, other faces appeared in my mind. Aleah and her auburn pigtails, a choker about her throat proclaiming her mine. Tania with her face so similar, glasses perched on her nose and a choker tight about her throat. The other genie who was around me. Women in my harem. The nuns. The schoolgirls.

I broke the kiss and snarled, “The fuck?”

“Just love me, Corey!” gasped Regina. “I can give you everything. Pleasure. Rapture. All the women you could want. I love you.”

“Love you!” I groaned, her perfume so sweet. Her pussy so tight about my cock.

I kissed her again, drowning in the pleasure rushing down on my dick. My balls grew tighter and tighter with every thrust into her snatch. I buried deep and hard. I reveled in how tight she was. How delicious and amazing. I pumped fast. Hard. I buried to the hilt in her juicy cunt. She squeezed about me, virginal tight.

Her fingers ran through my hair. Her hot pussy massaged my dick. She squeezed around me when I pulled back, sucking at me. She wanted me to stay inside of her. I slammed back in, sinking my dick fully into the heaven of her pussy.

Fucking her was like a cool breeze on a hot, summer day. A refreshing treat. Stimulating.

My balls ached in my pants. My tongue danced in her mouth. Every stroke into her brought me closer and closer to the end. To the moment when I erupted into her snatch. My balls tightened. My cum brimmed inside of me.

A thick and creamy load to pump right into her. She would love it. I would drown her in my spunk. It would be incredible. I danced my tongue through her mouth as I plowed faster into her. Harder. I gave her my all.

She squealed.

Her pussy went wild around my cock. I made my virgin bride cum. My innocent Si’lat’s twat danced around my dick. She sucked at me. Her fingers tightened in my hair. Her lips kissed mine with such awakened hunger.

She broke the kiss to moan, “Corey! Corey! I love you! Please, please choose me! See what I can do! I can protect them!”

“Regina!” I groaned, slamming into her convulsing snatch. Her pussy spasmed wildly around my shaft. My tip ached. “Fuck!”

My cum erupted into her cunt. Spurt after spurt of my jizz pumped into her depths. I flooded her with blasts of spunk. The ecstasy rushed out of me. It felt incredible to deliver it to her. To spurt all my passion into her snatch.

“Shit, yes!” I gasped.

“Corey!” she moaned, her pussy milking my cock. “I love you! Love you so much! I want to be yours! Pick me! Let me save everyone!”

“Regina!” I groaned, wanting to say yes. To make her mine.

As my orgasm screamed towards its pinnacle, three other faces burned in my mind. Three other genies who also sparked my pleasure. It was so hard to think of them. The perfume from Regina filled my nose. My thoughts. It squeezed out almost everything.

“Shit!” I gasped as my cock fired a final blast. “You little slut!”

“I’ll be your slut! Your virgin. Whatever you need me to be!”

I ripped out of her, fighting the urge to give her what she wanted. My cock bounced as it thrust out of the soaked front of my pants. Her juices had bathed me when she came. She stared at me, blinking, brow furrowing.

I spun her around, my left hand planting on her back between her shoulder blades and pinning her to the wall. I hiked up her red-and-green tartan skirt, tucking it in its own waistband to expose her pale, curving rump. Firm. Perky. Youthful.

CRACK!

I spanked her. She gasped at the pain. The air gusted around us, drowning out the shouts of the other women. My hand didn’t take its time. I wasn’t having fun disciplining a slave, I was punishing her.

CRACK!

CRACK!

CRACK!

My hand fell fast. Hard. Her ass blazed red. She squirmed, tears springing in her eyes while my cum ran down her thighs, leaking out of her pussy. Such anger rippled through me. My hand kept slamming down on her rump.

CRACK!

CRACK!

CRACK!

“You!”

CRACK!

“Tried!”

CRACK!

“To!”

CRACK!

“Use!”

CRACK!

“Your!”

CRACK!

“Magic!”

CRACK!

“On!”

CRACK!

“Me!”

CRACK!

“I’m sorry!” she gasped as my hand kept reddening her ass.

CRACK!

“I just love you, Corey.”

CRACK!

“I do!”

CRACK!

“I can protect them.”

CRACK!

“I just want to be your wife.”

“If you want any chance of being chosen, then you will keep them safe!” I snarled, releasing her and stepping back into the fierce wind that she had conjured around us. The three other genies were outside of it, glaring at her.

She turned to face me, rubbing at the tears in her eyes. Even crying, she looked so innocent and sexy at the same time. An underage temptress. My dick twitched and throbbed, wanting to just be in her again.

“I’ll keep them safe,” she said. The wind that swirled around me suddenly roared out. It ripped open the school doors and gusted down the hallway in a rush. More fat tears spilled down her cheeks. “I’m sorry, Corey.”

“You’re losing now,” I growled. “I couldn’t choose before, but this… You’re going to have to earn your way back, Regina.”

“I will.” She threw herself to her knees before me. She rubbed her cheek into my wet cock. “I’m sorry. I just want you. It means so much to me. To my tribe. Corey, I do love you. I don’t want to lose you.”

“None of us do, you little slut,” Bettie hissed. “It sucks, but what are we going to do about it?”

“We have to deal with the incubus,” said Nadia. “He’s going to ruin all of Corey’s fun even if his women are warded.

“I can get rid of him.” Regina stared up at me with pleading eyes. “Let me do that, Corey. I’ll banish him from the school. He can’t out-slut me. I’m a Si’lat. He’s just a thing born from the Spirit Realm. An idea granted flesh.”

“Fine,” I growled.

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Aleah Buckley

I giggled. Father Juan stroked my pigtail, his other arm extended, his hand braced on the wall beside my head. “You’re just saying that. I’m not that beautiful.”

“No, no,” the priest said, his voice smooth as chocolate, and so deep. It made my pussy quiver just hearing him talk. His finger wrapped around the end of my hair. “You and your sister are just delightful. You’re just the perfect sort of young ladies to be altar girls for me.”

“What does an altar girl have to do?” my sister, Tania, asked. She trembled next to me, her larger breasts swelling the front of her tight blouse as she breathed. My pierced nipples tingled.

“Well, they help me perform mass,” he said. “Make me ready to give an amazing sermon. Full of passion, yes. You like passion, don’t you?”

“I do,” I gushed, my heart racing so fast. God, he was such a gorgeous man. “We could do all sorts of things to get you ready.”

“Yes, we could polish things,” said Tania, her voice breathy. “You know, important things.”

“Really?” he asked. A smile played on his thick lips. They were so kissable. I could just lean in and plant my mouth on his. I didn’t care that half the school seemed to be glaring at us as they filled the hallway. “You would have to spend a lot of time at the church with me. Just the three of us. Alone. We have to be in-sync. United at a spiritual level so that our physical acts will deliver such glory.”

“Yes, yes,” gasped my sister. “We love calling out to the Lord. You know, when we’re being spiritual.”

“We’re spiritual with each other,” I whimpered, squeezing my sister’s hand. “That’s okay, right? We’re both girls. Sisters.”

“Of course. It only makes it better. Just a delicious thing to wit—”

A wind howled over us. I gasped at the sudden hurricane. Girls squealed in the hallway. The breeze swirled around me, ripping my pigtail from his hand. My skirt flared, the currents of air touching my pussy. I never wore panties. The air ran over my cunt, stroking me in a way that—

“Corey!” I gasped, the lust burning through my veins drove back as my Master…

Oh, god, what was I doing?

“Get away!” Tania hissed. “We’re not your altar girls! We’re Corey’s girls!” She ripped off her bow tie and the top button of her blouse popped off as she exposed her collar. “See!”

The Latin priest leaned back, his face darkening. The wind was past now, but it left a lingering scent of me. He glanced down the hallway and grimaced. The girls gathered around us were all shaking their heads, hair tousled by the sudden gust.

“Father Juan, I’ll be your altar girl!” gasped Pita. The Hispanic girl’s voice was so smoky.

“Yes, yes, Father Juan,” moaned Ursula, the brunette trembling. She held Pita’s hand. “Let us be your altar girls. We can do spiritual things with you. We like doing them with each other.”

I glared at the priest. He wasn’t human. I clutched my sister’s hand and said. “We’re not sluts.”

“Every woman is,” the priest said, a smile growing. “That’s why men were placed above you. So we can control and channel your lust.” He caressed my cheek, his finger’s touch burning me.

But that sweet smell—the scent of Regina—permeated my nose and reminded me of whom I loved. Whom I served. Corey.

I slapped the priest. Hard. His head snapped back. His lip curled and dark anger flared in his eyes. The girls around him all squealed in what sounded like orgasmic delight. They swayed, and I swear they were all cumming.

Not us. Regina had swept in and protected us from this… this… Whatever he was. Another genie? A male Si’lat. Some sort of man-whore that was trying to cause problems for Corey like that cunt Asra. I glared at him.

“Perv!” Tania hissed, and then she kicked him in the shin.

The priest winced. I nodded my head and then spotted Corey approaching with the genies. I pulled my sister from him as this guilt rippled through me. I would have fucked that guy without the wind. I hadn’t even thought of Corey once. The moment the priest walked up to me and smiled, I was lost. My pussy boiled over. I would have let him fuck me right there.

The tears started the moment my sister and I were clear of the girls. We broke into a run down the hallway to him. He strode towards us strong and powerful, his tartan-pattern tie falling down his white shirt. Regina looked like us, crying and sad, trailing after him.

I threw myself into Corey. Tania followed a fraction of a second later. “I’m so sorry. I don’t know what happened.”

“He just started touching our hair and then we were wanting him,” wailed Tania.

“We’re such terrible sex slaves.”

“Horrible.”

Tears fell down my cheeks. I clung to him. His arms went tight around me. They held me to him. I shuddered as he ran his hand up and down my back. He held us both. I felt so soiled. I don’t know what that bastard did to us, but he made us forget all about Corey. That was terrible.

“It wasn’t you,” Corey said, his hand so comforting. “You weren’t in control. It’s magic.”

“That bastard wanted to make us do things!” Tania moaned. “I couldn’t think.”

“Make us his altar girls!” I spat. “What sort of priest does that?”

“An incubus,” Corey said, staring past us.

“I can’t do anything for the other girls of this school,” said Regina. “I’ve put extra attraction around you. Beyond what Sultana Aaliyah did. Her powers are much, much stronger than mine.”

“Than all four of us,” said Bettie. “The Sultana is a royal Jann. They’re the common view of genies capable of unlimited unveiling of powers. Our abilities are limited.”

“But it’ll help to at least keep the girls from ignoring you,” Regina said, her voice brimming with tears. What happened to her? Had the priest tried to seduce her? Had she almost been caught up in his lust spell?

“What does that mean?” asked Corey. “More attractive.”

“Like cologne or wearing a good suit,” said Regina. “Just makes you more noticeable to girls. Aaliyah’s wish merely made them be more… open about their desires. The moment you sparked attraction in them, they were eager to follow it. Inhibitions relaxed. That sort of thing. It’s why you’ve had such luck with girls. But the incubus just reaches into your soul and changes your attraction. Overwhelms you. Controls you.”

“Fuck,” Corey muttered. “And you can get rid of him?”

“I will,” Regina said. “I’ll have to work hard. Spread my own attraction. I can… do what he does. I’ll have to get the girls turned on by me. Eager to love me.”

“I did notice you could do that.” The anger in my Master made me groan. She didn’t try that on him to win?

Then I smiled. It hadn’t worked, either.

“Too late for breakfast,” muttered Corey. “I got distracted.”

“Didn’t we all,” whispered Tania. “It’s really okay. You don’t have to punish us. We came so—”

“It wasn’t you.” Our master kissed her forehead. “You never would do that. I know you. You’re my sex slave to your core, aren’t you.”

He grabbed my ass. Must have grabbed my sister’s, too, because she gasped. His eyes flicked back and forth from us. He said it with such confidence. I relaxed. It wasn’t my fault. That incubus had put some sort of spell on us. Lust magic. Anger rippled through me.

“That bastard!” I hissed.

“That’s right,” Corey said. “So, Regina will do her work and remember her place.”

Regina flinched.

“The rest of us, let’s go to class and hope some of our classmates show up and aren’t panting after the incubus all day.”

“How am I supposed to spank girls who get questions wrong if they’re all turned on by someone else,” muttered Ms. Reid as she strode by. “Maybe I should burn off his cock. That’s one way to fix the problem.”

“He’d just grow another one,” Nadia said. “I thought you were intelligent. For an Ifrit.”

“I know English and poetry and classical Arabic. I could recite you the erotic works of Yaseemen. They didn’t survive the Muslim conquest of Mecca. That naughty woman wrote a different poem for each of the gods worshiped at the Kaaba. Especially the three goddesses.”

I didn’t understand much of what she said.

“I didn’t study incubi or the other pathetic creations of the Spirit Realm.”

“Nothing pathetic about that guy,” Tania muttered.

I nodded. I cupped Corey’s face. “The genies will get everything back. Then we can help you pick your winner. Maybe Ms. Reid. She’s fun.”

He kissed me. “I’ll see you in English.”

“I hope enough girls show up for you to spank,” I said and then turned and strode off to my class feeling better. I had the wind around me.

Regina and Tania broke off. They were sophomores not seniors, so they didn’t have any classes with Corey, myself, Nadia, or Bettie. I’d also see Bettie in English. I headed up the stairs to my history class. My skirts swished and swayed.

The cooing of girls grew louder and louder. I frowned. Had Father Juan come up here? I thought he took his gaggle of girls deeper on the first floor. The squeals echoed around me. Chattering and moaning and through it, a guy’s grunt of pleasure.

I stepped onto the second floor and gasped. There was a small knot of girls around another priest. This one was Black, his skin as ebony as I’d seen. He stood tall, the lanky build of a basketball player, looming over the gaggle of high school girls. He had a shaved head waxed to a gleam and a surprisingly delicate face. Almost effeminate.

And gorgeous.

I swallowed at just how gorgeous of a man he was. A slight itch rippled through me. His eyes found mine, and he smiled. I swallowed, the heat rising and rising in me. I wanted to drift over there and join the other girls.

The scent around me, Regina’s sweet musk, reminded me of whom I belonged to. Regina was Corey’s, for now. And I would be his always. I hugged myself tight and skirted around the group, the Black incubus’s eyes following me.

I heard sucking. Slurping. On her knees was a blonde girl with a French braid. That looked like Hailee. She was in my English class with Corey. She worked her mouth up and down the incubus’s cock, bobbing and blowing him with hunger. The other girls all seemed to be eager to have their turn.

“Blessed day, Aleah,” the priest said to me.

I hurried faster. His laughter chased after me.

Two incubi?

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Corey Derrickson

I entered my first class, math taught by Sister Ester Sarah. The nun sat in her chair, a dreamy look on her tan face, her blue eyes closed. The girls were gathered in knots all talking and whispering and giggling. None of them glanced at me.

For the first time, I wasn’t the center of attention. I was shocked by how much I’d come to enjoy all the girls staring at me, openly lusting for me, their inhibitions relaxed by a genie’s wish. Only one girl smiled at me, standing apart from the others.

Natiqua Osborne. On the first day, she’d given me her panties with her phone number written on them. I’d meant to call her, but I got distracted. The Black girl lifted her face and smiled at me. Unlike every other girl in here, she paid attention to me. She squirmed, her dreadlocks swaying about her delicate, mocha-brown face.

“Hey,” I said, unable to help myself. She wasn’t lusting for an incubus. “Sorry I haven’t called you.”

“You’ve had your hands full,” She stood up, hands going to her hips. “I don’t know why that doesn’t piss me off. I’m not the type of girl to go chase around a playa.”

“I’m not a playa,” I said. “I don’t just pump and dump.” The urge to add another woman to my harem swelled. To prove that, though I might just be a normal human guy, I could compete with this incubus. “I just have broad appetites.” I took her hand. “What about you?”

She arched an eyebrow. “You’re, what, proposing to date me and half the school.”

“Just a quarter.”

She laughed at that, her smile spreading across her lips. “Just, what, a few hundred girls. No biggie.”

“Not if you’re one of them,” I said. “Maybe I’ll cut it down to an eighth. Don’t want to spread myself too thin.”

“Oh, can’t handle a few hundred girls?”

“Do you want me to show you what I can handle.” My left hand shot to the front of her skirt. I boldly pressed it between her thighs. She gasped as I rubbed her pussy. No one was paying attention to us. “Right here. On the desk. I’ll handle you.”

“I don’t think Sister Ester would like that.”

“She’s not paying attention,” a new voice said. Havva appeared beside me. This was the only class I had with her. My sex slave grabbed my arm rubbing at Natiqua’s crotch. She looked pale.

“It’s okay,” I told her. “That wasn’t you. It was just an incubus.”

“That hairy guy’s an incubus?” gasped Havva. “He’s so big and burly. He should have frightened me. I mean, then he picked me up and set me on his shoulder, and I just… I wanted to ride him.”

Hairy? “He didn’t look like Enrique Iglesias?”

“No, he—”

“Oh, Sister Ester,” a booming voice announced. Every girl in the class save Havva and Natiqua broke into squeals. A scent of pine rippled through the room. With it came wood chips. Carpentry. Manly scents of work.

“Father Horn,” gasped Sister Ester in throaty delight. “We’re so glad to have you come and give a special lecture.”

Striding into the classroom—wearing the same black pants and shirt with the starched, white collar as the other incubus—was a burly man. He had a beard of thick, brown hair, his shoulders impossibly wide. He had a build of solid muscle, like a living tank. His short sleeves showed off hairy arms. His face had a tanned, rugged look to it. The parts not covered by that tangle of facial hair.

“What a garden of delicious flowers you’re tending Sister Ester,” said Father Horn. His voice was so loud and deep. It rumbled with pure bass. “And they all look like they’re ready to blossom.”

They did. They were pressing up to him, flowing forward. Skittering around them came Vanessa, one of my girlfriends. She rushed towards me, her cheeks blazing. She rubbed her hand on her skirt like she was wiping something on it.

“Corey, I’m so sorry,” she groaned. “I passed this Black priest and I was so turned on by him, I darted into the bathroom and… and…” She blushed.

“What is going on?” Natiqua said.

“Three incubi?” I growled, staring up at the burly man. Put an ax and a plaid shirt on him and he would be at home in the woods cutting trees. “How many did that bitch bring here?”

“Seriously, what is going on?” Natiqua asked. “Every girl in the class is drooling at him and… Jesus, Lisa just dropped her panties. They all are dropping their panties. Sister Ester is dropping her panties!”

“See, those aren’t needed,” Father Horn said. “Just get in the way of what I got to teach you. Math is all fine and good, but there are deeper mysteries to the world. The secrets of passion. Of sex. Why men and women come together in the frantic union of their bodies. Long has the horn been the symbol of men and the chalice of women. A horn needs to bury into flesh while a chalice needs to be filled. We were created to come together.”

“Is he going to fuck every girl in the classroom?” I muttered, Havva clinging tighter to me.
“Now, women have several chalices and…” Father Horn trailed off. “Yes, Sister Ester is showing you girls one of them, isn’t she? The mouth can give a man great pleasure.”

Through the girls, I could just see the figure of Sister Ester, wearing her black habit still, on her knees before the priest. Her veil rustled. She was blowing him, sucking on his cock with hunger while the other girls whimpered in envy. Lisa’s dark-brown hair swayed as she pushed her skirt down, exposing her peachy ass. Brenda’s brassy-brown hair swayed as she wiggled out of her skirt and Tammy bent over, exposing a shaved twat and a curving rump as she stepped out of her skirt.

A bevy of naked, teenage asses faced me, the girls all squirming. Juices beaded their thighs. My dick throbbed hard while Father Horn’s moans echoed over the classroom. His gaze fell on me. His grin grew broad.

“Oh, my,” Natiqua said. “Isn’t he just…” She bit her lip. “Maybe I should join the special lesson.”

“You don’t want to study with us?” I asked, arching an eyebrow at her. I wasn’t going to let Father Horn suck up every girl. This one, this Black beauty, would be mine. “We’ll have our own private fun in the back. I can teach you all about uniting.”

Vanessa said, speaking a little slow like she had no clue what was going on, “Yeah. We can have fun, Natiqua. The three of us. Havva is a treat.” My brunette girlfriend shot me a questioning look. “And Corey’s an expert on uniting.”

“But…” Natiqua breathed in deeply. That pine-fresh scent permeated the room. Her body trembled. Her lower lip quivered.

“You, too,” the priest said, beckoning to Natiqua. “Come join the lesson.”

“Yes, Natiqua,” Brenda moaned, turning to look back. She was unbuttoning her blouse. All the girls were. Stripping off the last of their clothing while Sister Ester sucked with ravenous hunger on the incubus’s cock. “It’s going to be a stimulating lesson.”

“Yeah,” Natiqua said.

She moved forward in a daze. Her hands went to her tartan bow tie. She pulled on the cloth which matched the pattern of her green-and-red skirt. It whisked as the knot came undone. She swayed. I grabbed her elbow.

“Natiqua?” I asked, refusing to sound desperate even as that fear surged through me. This girl wanted me bad enough that she dropped her panties and wrote her phone number on them. I had been so caught up with the others that I hadn’t had time for her yet.

I wouldn’t now.

“But…” She licked her lips. “He’s the teacher. Special lecture.” The bow tie slipped from her fingers. She walked forward. I let her go. I wasn’t going to force her. I wasn’t like that bastard getting his dick sucked.

I couldn’t compete with his lust, but…

I pulled out my phone and found the number I’d programmed in there. Natiqua stumbled forward, her digits working at the buttons of her blouse as she passed empty desks. I hit dial. My phone connected to the network. I waited and waited for it to start ringing.

She was almost to the girls. Her blouse slipped off her arms, falling pristine to the floor, exposing her supple back, a red bra band and shoulder straps wrapping around her torso. That great, bubbly ass of her swayed as her hands went down to her skirt.

“Ring,” I muttered.

My phone rang. It had connected. She frowned. She rubbed at her skirt, finding the pocket. She drew out a phone that must be on vibrate. She clutched the pink case in her hand. She stared at it, frozen.

Did she know it was me?

“That’s right,” I said. “I put you in my contacts. How could I not? You’re gorgeous. I have your panties, too. They’re at my house. Safe and sound.”

She looked over her shoulder at me. She bit her lip. Havva clung to my left arm. Vanessa trembled by me, her eyes looking wild. She rubbed hands across her belly, pulling tight on her blouse to stretch taut over her breasts.

“Come on, Natiqua,” Horn said, a big grin on his face, teeth shining white in the midst of his thick beard. “Put that phone down, get naked, and prepare for your lesson. I’ll let you go first. I’m almost done with your teacher. She’s… She’s got a talent for sucking cock.”

Natiqua trembled, whimpered. Our phones still rang.

“I’d love to date you,” I said. “You’re gorgeous, Natiqua. I noticed you walking into school. You were ahead of me. You and your friend, but it was you that really caught my eye. Those dreads make you stand out, and that ass of yours… I could stare at it all day long.”

She glanced down. Then she turned her phone off. She set it on the desk beside her. At her left hip, her skirt had a small fastener and zipper that kept the garment cinched tight about her waist. She let it drop. It fluttered down her, flaring wide and settling about her feet. A red pair of panties cupped her rump.

“That’s it, Natiqua,” Father Horn said, his voice’s rumbling bass almost shaking the room.

Natiqua bent and thrust her rump out at me. “This… booty?” She grabbed her butt-cheeks with her hands, pulling on them. Her panties slid into her crack. She released her butt-cheeks and they jiggled. My cock throbbed. “This is the one you noticed?”

She shook her hips and her butt-cheeks clapped together.

“Yes,” I groaned, staring at those jiggling, brown hemispheres. “That’s the ass.”

“Wow,” Vanessa said. She grabbed my right arm. “She… She just made her ass clap.”

Havva whimpered beside me.

“Come have a date with me. Be my girlfriend, Natiqua.”

“Enjoy the lesson with me,” Father Horn groaned. His face twisted. He grunted and I knew he was blowing his load down Sister Ester’s mouth. I could hear the nun swallowing.

But Natiqua turned around. She rushed to me, not moving in a drunken daze but with purpose. Her breasts jiggled in her bra. Nice and round. She threw herself against me. Arms went around my neck. Her lips met mine.

Father Horn had claimed the rest of the class with his lust, but I had stopped him from having Natiqua. Victory surged through me. I pulled my arms from Havva and Vanessa to grab the Black girl’s plump booty. I gripped her rump tight, kneading and digging my digits into her flesh. My cock throbbed as she whimpered against me.

I kissed her, kneading her ass. My cock throbbed in delight. I was going to show Natiqua. Behind me. The naked girls were swarming Father Horn now. He stretched out on his back. His clothing was just gone. He couldn’t have removed it that fast.

Magic?

His hairy legs stretched out, two girls grinding each on his thighs, a third on his calves. More were on his arms. His chest. Lisa impaled her cunt on his cock. Sister Ester, ripping off her habit, planted her face on his mouth, her breasts bouncing in a bra. Brenda ground on one hand, Tammy on another. Two more girls rubbed their cunts on arms. They were all loving the big, strong, burly incubus.

I would love Natiqua. Give her so much pleasure.

I broke the kiss and pulled her to the back of the class. I pushed her down on the desk and grabbed her breasts. She quivered, her eyes glassy with lust. The Black girl licked her lips as she stared at me.

“I don’t know what is going on,” she said, “but you better give me as good as Father Horn is giving those girls.

The collective moans of a dozen schoolgirls echoed through the classroom.

“Better,” I said and reached behind her to unhook her bra. I pulled it off, revealing her round, brown breasts. “I’m going to make you scream your head off.”

“We are,” Vanessa said. “If your Corey’s girlfriend, then you’re mine, too.” She cupped Natiqua’s right breast, leaned in, and planted a hot kiss on the Black girl’s lips.

“That’s right, Mistress Natiqua,” Havva said. She leaned in, her innocent, sudsy face wrapped up by her modest headscarf. It matched her skirt. She latched onto Natiqua’s hard, brown nipple, sucking it into her mouth.

I ducked down and sucked on Natiqua’s right breast held in Vanessa’s pale, squeezing hand. I latched on and suckled on the hard nipple. Natiqua squealed into Vanessa’s mouth. While I nursed, my hands slid down and found her panties.

She lifted her rump, helping me slide off her panties. I worked them off her rump and down her thighs. She squirmed, whimpering into the kiss with Natiqua. Father Horn’s orgy faded as I put my all into loving the nipple in my mouth. The panties rolled past Natiqua’s knees. They dropped down her legs.

I pulled my mouth from her nipple, eager to feast. I fell to my knees before her, my hands drawing down her panties the rest of the way. I slipped them over her black, schoolgirl flats and frilly ankle socks, and shoved them into my pocket. I stared at her shaved pussy, her pink depths peeking out around dark folds.

“Love her, Corey,” Vanessa said. She’d broken the kiss and darted her head down. She latched on to the nipple I’d just sucked on.

“Oh, damn,” moaned Natiqua. “That’s nice.” She glanced up to the front. “None of them are really getting all that personal attention. They’re all loving him, but you’re loving me.”

“Because that’s what my harem does,” I said, ripping off my tie. I loosened the knot enough to pull it over my head. I worked at the buttons one-handed as my other stroked her thigh. “Now just relax. You’re going to love this.”

Havva whimpered her agreement, the slender girl trembling.

I pressed my face into Natiqua’s spicy pussy. I nuzzled into her shaved flesh and licked her cream. I savored how she moaned and trembled. Her passion echoed through the room and rippled around us. My tongue licked and lapped and fluttered up and down her snatch. I caressed her. Teased her.

Loved her.

My tongue dug into her depths. I caressed her wonderful snatch. My tongue licked up her. I devoured her juices. They spilled over my mouth. Soaked my chin. Her spicy musk filled my nose as I fluttered up and down.

“Oh, snap, that’s good!” gasped the Black beauty. “Got you licking my slit and these two breezies sucking my titties. That’s hot. That’s so damned hot.”

“You have no idea,” I said, my shirt open now.

Both my hands caressed her thighs as I devoured her with hunger. I put my all into eating her pussy. My tongue darted up and down her juicy slit. I licked at her. caressed her. I flicked my tongue over her hot folds, her juices flowing into my mouth. She tasted amazing.

I thrust my tongue deep into her snatch. She gasped, her pussy walls squeezing around me. The seventeen-year-old beauty’s moans rose above the gasping pants from the schoolgirls writhing on Father Horn.

Natiqua made those noises because of me.

I didn’t have to be an incubus. I could seduce and please better than him. I would make her explode. Her body shuddered. Her thighs squeezed about my face. My tongue fluttered up to her clit. I danced around it. I sucked on her bud, staring up at her. Havva and Vanessa sucked at Natiqua’s nipples. A dusky hand and a pale one groped Natiqua’s mocha-brown tits.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Natiqua moaned. “Oh, damn, Corey. Oh, that’s good. That’s the shit. Fo’ sure. You’re going to make me explode.”

Havva sucked harder, her fingers digging into Natiqua’s plump boob. Vanessa’s lips kept sucking hard and popping off only for the brunette to dart her head back in and suck again. The pleasure echoed around us.

Natiqua’s pussy grew hotter and hotter. My dick throbbed harder and harder. Then she gasped and threw back her head. She cried out in rapturous passion. A gush of juices rushed out. Her cream bathed my face.

I licked and lapped and devoured her cream. I savored the bliss of eating her out. My dick throbbed so hard as her climactic juices bathed my tongue. Spicy delight filled my nose. I breathed in her aroma. Drank down her intoxicating flavor.

“Oh, god, Corey! Take me! Show me that you’re better than that… that… Whatever that priest is!”

I rose, pussy cream dripping down my chin. Natiqua grinned at me, her hands on Havva’s and Vanessa’s rumps. The Black girl licked her lips as I undid my belt and pants. I shoved them and my boxers down. Her eyes widened.

“Damn, White guys can be hung, too,” she said. “Mmm, get that in me. I want to try some vanilla for once.”

I grinned at her. “You’re my first taste of chocolate. And so far, you are delicious.”

I pressed my cock into her pussy. Her juices soaked my tip. I thrust into her and groaned. She was still cumming. The girls sucking on her tits must have kept her pleasure alive. Now she gasped. Her cunt spasmed wilder around my cock as I drew back.

She tossed her head from side to side, her dreadlocks dancing. Pleasure burned across her face, a look of absolute bliss shining on her features. Her cunt squeezed around my cock, rippling. Massaging me. I plowed into her hard. Fast. I buried to the hilt in her again and again.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she groaned. “Damn, you’re good. Your more than good. You’re fucking fantastic.”

“See,” I told her. “Date me, and you’re going to get an experience unlike any other.”

“That’s for sure,” she groaned. “Oh, snap, yes, work that cock in and out of me. Uh-huh. This’ll be a good one. I keep cumming! Yes!”

Juices gushed out around my cock and bathed my balls. I shuddered, slamming harder and faster into her. I buried to the hilt in her cunt, savoring the rippling delight that swept over me. Her pussy sucked at my dick. I groaned, my dick twitching and throbbing in her depths. Her snatch felt incredible. She writhed around me.

Drove me wild.

I pumped hard. Fast. My balls smacked into her taint. The sounds echoed through the room. They reverberated through the halls. She whimpered, squeezing her thighs around me. She held me tight. She gripped me as I fucked deep and hard into her snatch.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she moaned. “Oh, that’s good. Corey! You and your girlfriends are amazing!”

“Welcome to the harem!” I said and leaned over her.

Havva and Vanessa pulled away, letting me kiss Natiqua. She groaned, her lips meeting mine. She tasted her spicy musk while I plowed into her still-convulsing pussy. Her flesh rippled around me, her orgasm spilling from one to the other. She held me tight. She gripped me with hunger. Her pussy writhed around my cock with such eager hunger.

I groaned, thrusting away at her with all my strength. My dick buried deep into her snatch. Hard. I groaned, savoring every last plunge into the wild silk of her snatch. Her flesh rippled around me. Sucked at me.

Our tongues dueled.

“Cum in her, Corey!” Vanessa moaned. “I want to lick you out of her.”

“Master, let me suck your cock clean of her pussy!” whimpered Havva.

I groaned, their eyes on me while Natiqua’s pussy convulsed around my cock. It sent me over the edge. I buried into her pussy and erupted. My cum flooded her snatch. Not Father Horn’s. I beat the incubus.

Natiqua was mine.

She kissed me hard, her tongue dueling with mine. Her pussy spasmed wildly around my cock as I unloaded blast after blast of cum into her depths. My balls emptied into my Black girlfriend’s twat. Our bodies heaved together, wrapped tight.

Pleasure slammed into my mind. A heady rush of victory. I savored it, clinging to it as I pumped the last of my cum into her pussy. The ecstasy surged through me. I held it for one last moment of triumphant rapture.

I beat him.

My cell phone rang.

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Tania Buckley

I had to pee. I got permission from my teacher, which was easy since she was also my fellow sex slave, and headed out into the halls. The girls were all fidgeting in there, all horny from that dumb Father Juan. I rounded the corner to reach the bathroom.

Froze.

A man wearing nothing more than a priest’s collar carried an equally naked Mrs. Blackwood over his shoulder. My pussy clenched at how handsome he was. Tall with a gorgeous face. It was right off of the cover of Teen Vogue. One of those handsome studs Netflix was putting in all the teen romances they were pumping out. The type of guy who made my heart throb and eager to do submissive things to Corey.

This one strode at me, his cock thrusting hard before him from a fiery bush. He had green eyes. Roguish eyes. They stripped me naked. His hair was red, too, slicked back and looking so stylish. He had a muscular body easily holding the naked, Black woman. She taught my Theology class I had for my last period.

She was married and yet giggling like a schoolgirl.

“Oh, Father Puck!” moaned the Black woman. “Such a bold man. You just carried me right out of my class. You naughty man. What would my husband think.”

“That he should have made you cum before sending such a beautiful lass like you to work wearin’ that skirt,” Father Puck answered. He had an Irish accent, lyrical and sexy.

I couldn’t look away. I had the scent of Regina filling my nose, but I was alone, and his presence was so overpowering. He looked at me, I felt naked. My pussy burst with pleasure. I squeezed my thighs together.

He unslung Mrs. Blackwood and spun her around. He pressed her against the wall, her naked tits flattening against it. He kept grinning at me as he pressed his cock into the teacher’s pussy from behind. He speared into the married woman in a single thrust.

“Oh, yes!” she gasped. “Oh, god, I need that! You’re so big, Father Puck!”

“Aye, that I am,” he said, staring at me. “You’re one of his, ain’t you, little lass?”

I blushed, wanting to run. It was hard to look away from his muscular ass flexing as he plowed his cock in and out of Mrs. Blackwood. He fucked her hard. Fast. He buried into her with wet plunges that had my cunt aching in envy.

I breathed in deeply, the scent of Regina swirling around me.

He breathed in, too. He let out a long, lusty sigh, his balls smacking into the married woman as he plowed into her. Mrs. Blackwood’s plump, dark rump jiggled. She rubbed her cheek into the wall, a look of ecstasy on her face.

“You wanna ride my cock, don’t you, lass?” he asked. “Aye, I can smell that cunt of yours. Just a hungry cunny, ain’t it? And your man ain’t around. He don’t have to know, now does he?”

I whimpered.

“Yeah, you could be groanin’ like Missus Blackwood here. Just gaspin’ and pantin’. Her husband ain’t gonna know I slipped inside o’ her. Just like you’re Corey won’t. How does that sound?”

He winked at me.

I came.

My pussy convulsed wildly. This was different from Father Juan. Father Puck was different. I drifted towards him, not protected. I gasped and moaned. My body trembled, cunt juices gushing down my legs from my convulsing twat. Waves of ecstasy swept over my mind.

I wanted his cock in me. I wanted to be fucked by him. His green eyes were so enchanting. They held me tight. My pierced nipples throbbed and ached. He licked his lips. He was staring at me. So hungry for me.

“Yeah, you’re gonna enjoy it when I’m in you, ain’t you, lass?”

I nodded, my hand sliding down my skirt. Slipped into the pocket. Seized something hard.

“Almost finished wit’ her. Just give me a moment, lass, then you’ll be squealin’ that pretty head o’ yours off.”

“Yes,” I whimpered as my orgasm kept rippling through me. I pulled my hand out of my pocket while my other reached for the bow tie.

To be continued…

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