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Story Codes: Cheating, coed, college, Creampie, Cuckolding, discipline, domination, Erotica, Exhibitionism, Genie, group fun, Harem, hot wife, Interracial, Menage, Oral Sex, public fun, Spanking, submission, Supernatural, Toy, 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 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. The Ghul who came to prove her people were not vile. Her anger drove her to lash out. Chosen by Corey to be his wife.
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. Was convinced by Corey to join his harem in favor of falling for Father Horn.
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. Joined Corey’s harem after the fight with Father Juan.
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. Joined Corey’s harem after the fight with Father Juan.
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.

The Incubus

Father Juan: The Incubus summoned by Asra to disrupt the school!

Father Horn: The Satyr summoned by Asra to disrupt the school!

Father Puck: The Pookah summoned by Asra to disrupt the school!

Father Black: The Svartálfar summoned by Asra to disrupt the school!

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Zaritha’s words seemed to echo through the bedroom as I dressed in my school uniform. My women were all staring at the Ifrit who’d burst into our celebration in an eruption of fire. She stood tall and proud. A warrior, her skin dusky, her hair black, her eyes full of passion. She had plump lips that all but promised she would fall to her knees and suck on my cock.

“We should accompany him,” Ms. Reid was saying to Zaritha as I pulled on my dress shirt and began buttoning it up.

“The Sultan requires his presence, not yours, Humayra,” said Zaritha, her eyes flashing to Ms. Reid. “You have rebelled enough today, haven’t you?”

Ms. Reid, my Ifrit, folded her arms beneath her breasts and did not back down. “I was sent to be his wife. I am.”

“You were sent to win honor for our clan. You did not.” Zaritha’s eyes blazed. “This is not a negotiation. The Sultan has commanded.”

“Well, Corey isn’t under Kyle’s rule!” shouted Aleah. My first sex slave, my first woman and love, marched up. “So the other genies can go with him. You’re lucky he’s going at all.”

“Aleah!” I barked, my voice cracking with command. “I’m going alone. I was ready for this. I knew it was coming. I might not be Kyle’s subject, but the Djinn are. He has power over them. You want me to go to war with Kyle. How many soldiers does he have.”

“All of the Ifrit are with him,” said Ms. Allie. “He reunited our sheikh with his missing wife. He won their loyalty. They will fight for him.”

“And he is married to the royal house of the Jann,” said Bettie.

“He sexually dominated our sheikha,” said Regina.

“Only the Marid and the Ghul are uncertain,” said Nadia. My Marid stepped forward. “Though our sheikha is loyal to the Sultan, many of my people benefited from Sultan Rashid’s extended rule. And as for the Ghul.”

“He killed my father,” Asra said. “He refused to send me. But, I did win.” She took my arm. “So the Ghul will support you.”

“And we’ll annihilate them if we have to,” Zaritha said, her eyes blazing with anger as she stared at Asra. Then she flicked to Corey. “You shall not be harmed. You have the Sultan’s word.”

“I know,” I said. I pulled away from Asra. Tania slipped on my tie. “I am going alone. Kyle’s my friend. We’re going to figure this out. One way or another, I’m keeping you. I’m not giving any of you up.”

“Bold words,” Zaritha said. I wasn’t sure if she was mocking me or praising me. Maybe both.

Tania gave me a supportive smile, her green eyes soft behind her glasses. She finished making the knot with the tartan tie and snugged it tight about my throat. “There, Master. You go and make Kyle understand all those hotties are yours.”

She rose up and kissed me on the lips. I savored the feel of my second slave, the second woman I loved, kissing me. Then she stepped back and my women surged around me. Vanessa and Jennifer, Zahia and Havva, the two nuns, In’am and Natiqua, Ursula and Pita, and then the five Djinn. They all came up to kiss me. To murmur their goodbyes, their good lucks.

Aleah came up last, her auburn pigtails swaying about her naked face. Her small breasts quivered. All she wore was her collar that marked her as my girl. She cupped my face and gave me a supportive smile. She kissed me with all her love and passion. Her tongue danced around mine.

I didn’t want to go when she broke the kiss. I wanted to stay here. With my harem. All these women who’d come to mean so much to me. But I had to straighten this out with Kyle. There had to be a way to fix things. To make it so I didn’t have to give up my genies.

What would going to war with the Djinn really mean? I didn’t see how I’d win, but… I wouldn’t give up my women.

I broke the kiss and said, “Watch out for all of them. You’re in charge.”

“Master,” Aleah said and let out a soft sigh. “You just be careful.”

I winked at her.

Then I moved around her and marched to Zaritha. She looked stunning in her red pantaloons and vest-like blouse that she wore lace shut. A veil covered her face, transparent and gave her a delicious beauty. I stood before her and said. “So?”

She grabbed me and the world became fire.

I gasped as I was fire. She had merged me with her essence. It roared around us. We soared, passing through the cracks in the door and whirling down the hall to the exit. She slipped through those cracks like they were nothing, compressing our bodies. We were just flame, plasma, so it was nothing for us to pass through and rise up into the air. We hurtled towards the school roof where a woman awaited.

She wore purple harem garb, the same pantaloons and vest-like blouse, though hers was lace shut with gold thread. A veil covered her face. She wore slippers and clutched a staff of black wood. It was clear she wasn’t Arabic. Her skin pale. Her hair a curly light-brown that spilled over her face.

Zaritha set us down before her, and we separated. I shuddered, back to my own flesh and blood. I wanted to pat myself, especially my cock, and make sure everything was in place. I panted then glanced at the waiting woman.

I knew her. “Christy?”

“Hey, Corey,” Christy said. She’d been Kyle’s girlfriend before all the craziness of last January happened.

“What’s with the staff?” I asked.

“Just doing some magic,” she said and winked. “You’ll want to touch my shoulder and hold tight. This will be interesting.”

“That’s a word for it,” Zaritha said and placed her hand on Christy’s right shoulder.
I grabbed her left. Christy gripped the staff. She concentrated and—

The world folded in on itself. We flashed through darkness, compressed into terrifying balls of matter all wrapped around each other. I wanted to scream, but I had no mouth. No body. I was a singularity. Reduced to an infinitesimally small point while reality—

I sprang back to normal and staggered. “God fucking shit!”

“Yes, that’s one way to describe it,” Christy said. She and Zaritha stood straight while I all but stumbled and fell over from the disorientation of the wild travel. I panted and then realized it was much darker here. Sunlight filtered down in a shaft of bright light that fell on a stone nearby. “Where are we.”

My voice echoed around us.

“Majlis al Jinn,” said Christy. “The second-largest single cave gallery in the world. And the easiest way into the Unseen Realm.”

“Rasha, open the gate in the name of Sultan Kyle Unmei the Second, Ruler of the Unseen Realm!” Zaritha shouted.

The air rippled nearby. A haze that parted like a veil to show a desert. Zaritha marched forward through it. She stepped into bright sunlight. The wind suddenly rippled at her black hair. Christy followed after, walking with regal grace I definitely didn’t remember her possessing last January.

Swallowing, I followed after them. I stepped from the real world into the Djinn’s. The Unseen Realm. I shuddered as I stepped onto hot sands. The sun hammered at my head. The temperature soared thirty degrees from cool to blazing. I gasped, my forehead baking in an instant. It hammered on me like an anvil.

I was glad to teleport with Christy again. I put my hand on her and the world warped again. We appeared in a room of polished stone. Grand columns held up a ceiling. Arabic men, and a few women, crowded the wings, staring at us and murmuring to themselves. They wore a mix of blues, reds, greens (only women wore that hue), and yellows with a smattering of black. Those were wrapped around what looked like rotting corpses. Zombies or vampires so ancient they’d lost their humanity.

Ghuls.

On a throne over all of them sat my friend, dressed in white clothing and looking like an Arabic prince. He held a regal bearing and looked natural sitting there. I’d always thought of him as Japanese, but his mother was Arabic, and I could see that now in some of his features accentuated by the white turban, trimmed with gold fringe, wrapped around his head. Four lesser thrones flanked his, three occupied.

Including one by his little sister, Fatima. A Japanese girl occupied a third, and Aaliyah the fourth. Christy took her seat in the empty throne while Zaritha flowed past them to a group of women in the back. They wore mostly black, with two in green. I knew more than a few of the girls back there. They’d gone to our high school and been claimed by Kyle.

Not sure what else to do, I knelt as best I could like a knight. One knee, hand resting on the other. I didn’t lower my head but stared at my friend. I felt all those eyes on me, especially from the Djinn lining the edges, studying me.

Kyle rose from his throne, standing tall and strong. He stepped down from the dais and motioned me to rise. I did, not sure what to expect. I certainly didn’t expect him to hug me and plant a kiss on each of my cheeks in greeting.

We’d never done that before.

“It’s good to see you, my friend,” he said. “Welcome to the Unseen Realm.”

My mind grappled with this. So formal. I had to be careful. “I am honored by the invitation.”

Kyle gave a slight nod. “Come, come, let’s talk in private. We’ll have honeyed dates and coffee. We’ll speak of our current issues.”

He clapped a hand on my back and led me towards a side passageway, a silk curtain draped over a doorway with an arched top. Everyone kept watching us until Aaliyah said something in Arabic, her voice bursting with a queen’s power. Someone answered her. Then Kyle and I were stepping into a hallway.

It was open on the right, peering into a garden of lush greens. Water splashed in there from an unseen fountain. Songbirds chirped. Many flowers bloomed, lush and full of promise. Kyle relaxed now, the majestic posture melting into one I found more familiar. That of a seventeen-year-old guy like me strolling with his friend.

“You’ve been busy,” Kyle said. “So many women in just a few days.”

“Aaliyah’s wish to make them all horny certainly has… its advantages,” I said. “They’re all but throwing themselves at me.”

“No competition.” He grinned at me. “That’s an advantage I never had.”

“You still were hovering up the girls left and right,” I said.

“Well, Aaliyah let me see which ones could be dominated. Who craved it. Yearned to be taken in hand by a strong man.”

“Like Aleah?” I asked, remembering how Kyle suggested her to me.

“Exactly.” We reached a door this time. He opened it, which felt wrong since he was the ruler of the Djinn.

Inside was a low table, the kind you sat on the floor around, with a pair of pillows. A bowl of honeyed dates sat in the middle, a carafe steaming with coffee along with two delicate cups of porcelain with gold rims. Phillipa Stoddard, one of the girls who went missing and was presumed dead by the police, knelt there, dressed in dark-crimson.

I blinked at the sight of her. Her friends had all been killed along with one of our teachers. It was Kyle and his women who were suspected of it. Why the police had come for my friend and why he had fled when they’d tried to arrest him. I didn’t believe it, though. A lot of crazy stuff happened.

And here sat Phillipa with a bright smile on her face. “Coffee, Corey?”

“Sure,” I said.

She poured it, a stream of rich black spilling into my cup and then into Kyle’s. He sank down to the pillows and I sat across from him, legs folded. Phillipa poured cream from a little saucer into Kyle’s then held it up to mine.

I nodded.

“We have a problem,” Kyle said.

“Oh?” I said, feigning ignorance. “Really?”

“You chose Asra.”

Phillipa added two sugar cubes to Kyle’s coffee. I motioned with my hand, not liking sugar in mine. She smiled, rose and then backed away to the corner of the room with perfect submission. I studied my friend.

“The problem isn’t that I’m keeping all the Djinn?” I asked. That was what I expected, not Asra.

Kyle grinned. “That’s a problem, too.”

“What did you expect me to do?” I demanded, staring at my friend. “They’re all perfect.”

“All?” He arched an eyebrow at me and then picked up his coffee. “Even Asra?”

I frowned at that. There was something in my friend’s eyes. Something sly. I studied him as he sipped his coffee. I squirmed, feeling that something was off. Why was Asra the biggest problem? I had to understand this fully.

I started when I noticed another person was in the room. Britney Kingston, Kyle’s best friend, stood watching us. She looked better dressed than usual, wearing black pantaloons and a vest with silver threading. Her bushy brown hair was still a wild mane. I was surprised by how fit and athletic she was. The nerdy girl always wore the baggiest sweatpants and sweaters, not caring about her appearance, so I assumed she was on the plump side and trying to hide it.

“Is she a wife?” I asked without thought as I stared at Britney.

“My bodyguard,” said Kyle. “And my vizier. She advises me. Let’s me know when I’m being stupid.”

“Which is often,” Britney said. Her eyes flicked to mine. They had something feline in them I’d never noticed before. I shivered beneath her scrutiny. “Though, I must say, it hasn’t been as much lately.”

“Like with this scheme of his to give me a Djinn wife?” I asked.

Britney didn’t answer, though her stance shifted ever so slightly. She stood almost like a haughty cat. The type that surveyed the living room and believed she owned it. That everything was right and she took pride in that.

Then my eyes glanced at my friend. He was acting too cool. He was waiting for me to do something. Say something. He had a scheme, but he didn’t seem to want to clue me in. He wanted me to figure it out.

Why Asra…? Why was she the most important part of all of this? She wasn’t supposed to be a part of this. Was that it? That she had disrupted everything? And yet, I didn’t feel like Kyle or Britney were annoyed or frustrated. They were almost expectant. Kyle was like a woodcarver sculpting a log into a statue. He had a vision for it. A plan, and now he was making the last few strokes of the knife to see if he would make something beautiful or if there was a hidden flaw that would ruin everything. Which meant…

“You wanted me to pick Asra.”

Kyle just sipped at his coffee, not answering me. But he didn’t deny it. So why couldn’t he admit it? There was something here. Politics? Was that it? Did he need plausible deniability? All those angry Djinn out there. From all the clans, but mostly the Jann, Si’lat, Marid, and Ifrit.

“You needed a way to integrate them. The Ghul.” I straightened and picked up my own cup of coffee. “That’s it, isn’t it. They’re reviled. Despised. The other four clans don’t like them.”

“Very true,” said Kyle. “And then you went and chose one of them first. The others are not happy. They send daughters to this competition. They seem to think the Ghul have cheated. They want the other four back.”

“That’s not happening,” I muttered.

“So we have to figure out what to do with you keeping them all.” He leaned back. “The terms were simple. They were there to compete to be yours. You had to choose one to keep.”

“You have a solution,” I said, giving him a look.

Kyle didn’t say anything, but his look spoke volumes.

“You must be the one to suggest it,” Britney said. “Anything that came from us would appear pandering to the Ghul. Perhaps you will come up with something better. After all, it is your happiness on the line.”

“I would hate to issue royal decrees and pull back Batul, Humayra, Arij, and Nadiyya from you.” Kyle spoke the four Djinn’s real names—Bettie, Ms. Reid, Regina, and Nadia—with skill. “You can keep Asra, of course. Since you picked her. It will mean problems for me. Internal strife. But that’s not your problem, Corey. Do not concern yourself with it.”

I stared down at my coffee. “And you can’t give me a clue?”

“Some of the Djinn are skilled at detecting deception,” said Britney. “If you say it is your plan, they will believe you. They will accept it coming from you. After all, we didn’t send Asra to you. We can’t control a mortal. That was why you were chosen as the judge for this contest. They cannot fight each other.”

“So you’re using us all as proxies to avoid a real war,” I muttered. “You’re distracting them.”

“If you wish to speculate that way,” said Britney, her voice flat.

Judge… I thought about my women. They were all remarkable women. Amazing in their own ways. Even Asra was growing on me. I leaned back and sipped at my coffee, my mind working. That was the key. Being the judge. This was a contest.

“The Djinn you sent to me, Kyle, are so amazing,” I said. “It’s rather hard to choose between them.”

“Oh?” my friend said with a look of innocence in his expression.

“A school year, it’s just not enough. How can I get to know them intimately in such a short time? How can I judge them? Yes, I claimed them, but I need them close to me. I need them in my life. Not just for the school year, but after graduation.”

“An extension,” said Britney. “It seems reasonable. And the Ghul?”

“Well, I don’t see why she can’t be involved. She certainly is exciting. And she’s another type of Djinn. I’m going to judge her, too. See how her people stack up against the other four clans.”

“It is hard to argue with that, Kyle,” Britney said. “The Ghul are Djinn. They deserve to be judged as much as the others. Being an outsider, divorced of any of the preconceptions, is why Corey was selected. Clearly, he sees merit in all the Hidden People.”

“How long do you need to judge this matter?” asked Kyle. “A year? Two.”

“Boy,” I said, running my hand through my hair. “It’s going to take a lot, lot longer than that. There’s so much to evaluate. They’re all so different, and, really, how well can you really get to know someone in a few years?”

“A decade?”

“I think a lifetime,” I said. “A lifetime of them loving me, serving me, and showing me what they have that the others lack. To prove, definitively, which clan is the best. After all, Djinn are immortal. What’s my lifetime going to be? Another fifty years. Sixty, maybe? Seventy if I get lucky. They can wait.”

“No, It won’t be long for them,” said Kyle. “They waited a thousand or so years for me to show up.”

I grinned. “And in the meantime, the Ghul are now involved. They’re brought into the contest. They’ll be boasting about the skill of their daughter. How she compares with the others. It will give you what you need, won’t it?”

“I just want a harmonious rule of the Hidden People. So if that’s what you require to be the judge…”

“It is. It’s the only way I can fully appreciate the complexity of such an ancient, noble, and proud people as the Djinn. Anything left is not giving this matter all its due importance such a weighty matter requires.”

Kyle grinned and glanced behind him at Britney. “I told you.”

She returned his smile with something feline and hungry. For a moment, I swear her pupils became slits like a cat’s.

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Asra al-Ghul

I paced. Everyone was nervous. I certainly didn’t expect Corey to choose all the Djinn and defy the sultan. Nor did I expect him to pick me. I had skirted close to rebellion by disrupting the judgment in the first place, but the Sultan had snubbed my people. He couldn’t get away with that.

And now my people had won the competition.

I had to support Corey. I was his wife. His first wife. I had to be united with him. So if he wanted to keep the other four, I would support it. Anything else in public would cast derision on the Ghul. Show us to be what everyone claimed: foul, untrustworthy, little more than beasts.

The doors flung open. Everyone in the harem jumped, even Ms. Reid. The Ifrit hugged herself, showing almost fear. She relaxed when Corey stalked in with such confidence. He had a strut to him. A cocky grin on his handsome face. His brown eyes held such triumph. His smile spoke volumes.

Behind him came Zaritha and Sultana Christy. Sultan Kyle’s wife stepped up beside Corey, her black staff, an artifact from my own people which had been lost to mortal hands centuries ago, clasped before her. She looked as much a witch as a queen.

“The competition is extended,” said Sultana Christy. “Your husband and Master requires more time to make the decision on which of you five”—her gaze flicked to me—“is truly his favorite. He will expect you to vie for that position and demonstrate every day your value to him. How much you love him. Care for him. Why you are the best choice over the other four.”

My stomach soured. I hadn’t won, but… I was included. I was a part of this now. The Ghul were competing for victory. And for a lifetime?

“On Corey’s deathbed, he shall make the determination,” said the sultana, her voice ringing. “I am sure Corey will let you know the manner in which he desires you to compete. Your clans each need you to be the best wife, or sex slave, to him as possible. Your people’s hopes rest on you. Make the most of the next fifty, sixty, or even seventy years. It may even be longer. Who can say what the future holds. We know this is a great task to ask of the five of you, but the Sultan is certain you are all eager to win and show Corey why your people are better than the others.”

Nadia shook her head, a smile on her lips. She’d realized something and…

Corey had found a way to keep us all. He never planned on making a decision. Or, if he did, it would be that he loved us all. And yet we had to compete. We had to be the best wives, and sex slave, possible. We had to prove every day the worth of our clans. The Sultan made a play to consolidate his power, to integrate my people, and focus the clans’ internecine conflict upon the five of us.

The sultana took Zaritha’s hand and the pair folded into a point of darkness and were gone. For a moment, there was silence, then the five of us rushed to Corey. I could see the happiness in Bettie and Regina’s eyes, the broad smiles on Nadia and Ms. Reid’s lips. I felt the tears of joy gathering in my eyes.

I would be the best wife for him. I would prove that my people could be trusted. That we weren’t vile. We were as necessary as the other four clans. I threw my arms around his neck moments before the other four swarmed us.

Corey hugged us all. Then the rest of the harem rushed in around us.

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Aleah Buckley – Friday, September 11th

It felt surreal to be back in classes after the craziness of yesterday.

Incubi, orgies, Corey claiming all the Djinn, his weird deal he made with Kyle, and now we were dressed in our school uniforms again and heading to our first period. I broke apart from Corey and the others, walking with Sister Francis Jean and Pita. She taught me history in that first period. I was the head slave, and I was eager to have some fun.

I had all the slaves fitted with vibrators. Havva, Sister Nova Victoria, In’am, my sister Tania, Bettie, and, of course, the nun walking beside us. I had one, too. My hips swayed as I strode through the halls, feeling that toy inside of me.

Pita gave me a suspicious look. “You have a big smile on, Aleah.”

“I do,” I said, giving her a grin. “This is going to be such an interesting period, don’t you think?”

“I have no idea why I should think that,” she said, a smile playing on the Latina girl’s lips. “But you and Sister Francis sure are walking weird.”

I winked at her.

We reached the classroom and took our seats. I sat in the back with care thanks to that large shaft in me. Pita took the seat beside me. She studied me. I think she wanted to give me orders, but she was still new to having sex slaves. She didn’t have a collar on like me. She was one of Corey’s many, many girlfriends.

I set my phone before me and opened the app. All the vibrators were showing online, connected to the various slaves’ phones via Bluetooth. I had a slide on each of them, allowing me to control how they buzzed and hummed.

Havva would be sitting with Corey, Natiqua, and Vanessa in his math class. Ursula and Bettie were in Mrs. Blackwood’s philosophy class. In’am and Jennifer, both juniors, were in Ms. Reid’s first period English class, and my sister would be with Regina in their first class. Only Sister Nova Victoria would be alone.

And only Sister Francis would have to teach.

“Okay, okay,” said Sister Francis. “I know yesterday was a… disruptive day.”

Giggles burst through the girls. They all seemed to have accepted the wild orgy that descended on the school as something normal. They had enjoyed themselves with the various incubus-like entities that had visited. The magic those four put out had let the girls accept their lusts and wild actions, to rationalize it.

“But we have to get back to Colonial America,” Sister Francis Jean said. “The king of England was granting charters to various expeditions to settle the East Coast of the United States. First, we had—”

Her words cut off as her eyes widened.

I smiled as my finger slid her slider up and up. I turned her vibrator to midway. She shivered, feeling the effects of the toy buzzing away. My smile grew as I watched the nun grip the podium and struggle to gather her thoughts.

“You wicked slut,” whispered Pita.

“I am,” I said and then turned on my own. It buzzed away inside of my snatch. I shuddered, clenching my pussy around the humming toy. Right there in class, such joy rippled out of my cunt. A delight that would have me gasping out in rapture. I grinned, savoring the pleasure buzzing inside my twat. It was such an incredible delight to enjoy.

Wanting to have more fun with it, I activated the other sex slaves’, putting Bettie’s all the way up to max. The Jann would be melting in her seat right now while the others were feeling that delicious buzzing in their cunts.

I gave my little sister a slightly higher bump, too. I knew she’d love that.

I was. This was the best way to endure history. To have a big, thick vibrator buzzing away inside of me. Just churning me up. It was incredible. A wonderful delight. My nipples throbbed while the waves of bliss rippled out from my pussy being so exquisitely massaged by the toy.

“Anyways,” Sister Francis Jean said, her eyes flicking to me. She absently touched her throat, beneath her wimple, she wore Corey’s collar.

She was Corey’s Girl, just like me.

Like Pita, too. Even if she didn’t have a collar on. I smiled at that thought. Corey had formed such an amazing harem of sexy women. It made me so excited to enjoy them. St. Maria Theodora Catholic School was our playground. We were going to have such a fun year here.

I kicked all the vibrators up a notch.

“Mmm, yes,” I whispered, slouching back in my chair.

“So… we uh…” Sister Francis Jean’s face flushed, contrasting with the white wimple wrapped around her head and neck. She gripped her lectern. Her habit rustled as she swayed. “The king gave charters to Pennsylvania and Virginia. It hadn’t split apart yet. New York and Connecticut and Delaware. They were all forming, growing with every… Every ship…”

The class was shifting while I kicked up the vibrators another notch. My back arched as the buzzing toy increased in intensity. I let out a long groan. On the other side of me sat Hallie Hunt. A blonde who wore her hair in a French braid. She stared at me as I squirmed in the seat, the pleasure rippling through my pussy.

“Oh, Lord,” groaned Sister Francis. “Oh, Lord, what are you doing to me, Aleah?”

The class all turned to stare at me. “What?” I asked with complete innocence and then turned her vibrator to max. “What makes you think I’m doing anything?”

Sister Francis leaned over the lectern. She let out a throaty moan. I knew that toy was buzzing away at full speed, melting her pussy. She couldn’t withstand it. That wasn’t good. She had to be able to lecture while having a vibrator humming away in her. I’d have to train her.

I smiled at that thought. I would have all year to train her. I would be sitting in the back, the vibrator buzzing away in my own cunt as I conditioned her more and more to the bliss of the toy. Soon, she wouldn’t even show it to the class. The girls would never break into whispers like they were right now.

Hallie kept staring at me in awe, her blue eyes wide.

“Did Corey say you could do this?” asked Pita.

“I’m the head slave,” I moaned. “I get to determine what to do with the others. She needs this.”

“Oh, Lord, that’s… You’re…” Sister Francis sank to her knees now. She gripped the narrow stand of the lectern. Her face contorted. “Aleah!”

I tapped my phone and groaned as the vibrator hummed faster in me. “Oh, yes, Sister Francis, try and lecture us. You have to keep teaching.”

“But… but…” The lectern shook. “It’s buzzing so fast. You’re melting my pussy and driving me wild.”

I grinned and savored my pussy drinking in every last vibration from the toy. They rippled through me. They swept through my body and drowned my thoughts in such wondrous rapture. I squirmed in place. I had such a huge grin on my lips. It was amazing. I never wanted this to stop. Didn’t need it to ever end. I could just enjoy this buzzing away in my pussy until the end of time. It was incredible. I loved every second of it.

I quivered in absolute delight. I gasped and groaned, my twat squeezing around this amazing and delightful toy. My breasts rose and fell. I bit my lower lip. My ass clenched as the pleasure rippled through me.

“I can’t believe this is happening,” I heard whispering around me.

“Aleah’s controlling her.”

“God, it looks like so much fun to be in Corey’s harem.”

“When did he get Sister Francis Jean? She’s a nun?”

“Do you think he’s banging any other nuns?”

“I swear I saw Sister Nova Victoria coming out of his room this morning.”

“The headmistress? Oh, wow, Corey’s a stud.”

“He is,” I groaned in absolute delight.

“Oh, Lord, yes!” Sister Francis howled in obvious orgasmic delight. Her voice echoed through the room, rising over the others. “That’s so good. Aleah! Oh, Aleah! I’m going insane!”

“Good!” I moaned, climbing towards my own.

Right now, Bettie would be equally gasping and moaning, shuddering on her desk as she humped through her orgasm. My sister and the other sex slaves would be squirming, building to their orgasms. Havva would be giving Corey a show. He would be smiling right now. I could just see it.

I thrust my own vibrator up to the max setting.

My eyes bulged at how much it hummed. I could hear it buzzing away, churning up my pussy with its every vibration. I bucked through my pleasure. I groaned, my cunt clenching down on the toy. The rapture washed through me.

I climaxed.

This wild pleasure rippled through my body. My cunt spasmed and writhed around the buzzing toy. I gasped and shuddered, my tits jiggling beneath my crisp, white blouse. My tartan bow tie’s tails danced, flashing color at the bottom of my vision.

“So good!” I moaned as the pleasure sloshed through my body. Wild waves of ecstatic delight that swirled and buffeted through me. They tossed me too and fro. It was amazing to experience.

Hallie stared at me in awe. Pita looked on in envy. Sister Francis Jean lay on her side, trembling through her orgasm like a saint in the throes of an ecstatic revelation. Her body arched, her habit draping across her naked body beneath, molding to her breasts.

My desk creaked as I bucked and shuddered through my orgasm. My mind melted beneath the amazing onslaught of rapture that buzzed through my mind. I groaned, my hair swaying around my shoulders. My breasts rose and fell. I grabbed my nipples. I pinched them. Twisted them through my blouse.

“Oh, god, yes!” I moaned, my mind drowning in rapture. My pussy convulsed wildly around the buzzing toy.

It was incredible. Blissful. I wanted to just keep cumming and cumming. I thrashed in my desk. My fingers tapped down hard on my phone’s screen. I killed my toy’s buzzing. I gasped as it went still in my twat. I quivered through my rapture, my pigtails dancing around my face.

“Oh, my god, yes,” I panted. “Mmm, that was delicious.” My eyes fluttered. “Oh, Sister Francis Jean, what are you doing.”

“Cumming!” she gasped. “I keep cumming and cumming and cumming!”

“You’re supposed to be teaching.” I tapped her toy and killed it. “That’s very naughty of you. I’ll have Corey spank you for this disruption. You really should be able to lecture us with a vibrator buzzing in your cunt.”

“Sorry, Aleah,” she groaned.

All the girls were staring back at me in awe. I smiled at them, my orgasm’s bliss tingling through every fiber of my being. The scent of my spicy juices filled the air around me. I inhaled them, savoring them.

“You’re incredible,” Hallie whispered in awe.

I winked at her. “Joys of being in Corey’s harem.”

“I’m in his harem, and I didn’t get to cum,” muttered Pita. “Slave, give me your vibrator right now.”

“Yes, Mistress Pita,” I said still smiling at Hallie. My hand reached beneath my skirt to pull it out of me. “It’s the most fun when you’re a sex slave.”

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Batul (Bettie Black)

“Why are you being so disruptive?” Mrs. Blackwood asked, staring at Batul.

The Jann quivered in delight, her orgasms building and building in her as the vibrator churned away. The African American philosophy teacher strode between the desks, her face stern. She stooped before Batul. The Jann stared up at the woman, who was a mature and sexy beauty with mocha-brown skin. A lush and rich hue.

“I’m submitting to Aleah’s orders, Mrs. Blackwood,” the Jann moaned, her pussy clenching. “She ordered me to—” The vibrator buzzed even louder. Faster. It stimulated the Jann’s pussy.

“Ordered you to do what?” demanded the teacher. “To make a disruption in my class.?”

“To cum!” Batul gasped, bucking in the chair. Her orgasm exploded through her. Joy surged through the Jann’s heart as the pleasure washed out of her writhing pussy. “Aleah ordered me to cum, Mrs. Blackwood! She’s Corey’s head slave! Have to obey her! I’m such a good… good… sex slave!”

I’m the best Djinn in the harem, screamed through Batul’s mind.

The Jann’s brassy-brown hair danced about her face as she quivered through it. Such joy burned through her fertile expression. Her legs spasmed as she stared up the teacher. Stars danced around Mrs. Blackwood’s stern but beautiful face.

The Jann shuddered and then she darted her head up and kissed the teacher hard on the mouth. Mrs. Blackwood stumbled back, breaking their contact. Batul collapsed back onto her seat. Her head lowered back. Her hair sweeping behind her.

Orgasm after orgasm exploded through her. “Corey! Corey! I’m being such a good slave for you! Just the best! I’m yours, Master!”

The girls around her all watched her submission. Corey put Aleah ahead of all the slaves, and Batul would be the best sub he had. She would show it every day. Show the strength of the Jann. How obedient they could be. How loving. She would make her Master happy until the day he died.

She rode her orgasm into ecstatic bliss while the rest of the class, and Mrs. Blackwood, watched her in awe. Ursula had a huge grin on her face while the Jann’s mind shook itself into a thousand pieces, her ever-quaking rapture shuddering through her body.

Batul came so hard, she passed out into rapturous bliss. The smile never left her face even after Ms. Blackwood took the vibrator. She confiscated it, of course. Batul later heard rumors about the smile Mrs. Blackwood wore the rest of the day.

She never did return that vibrator.

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Humayra (Allie Reid) – Thursday, September 17th

Humayra stood before her class. It was a week after the incubi and Corey’s meeting with the Sultan. The Ifrit had been loving the changes to the harem. She gazed out at the classroom, pausing to linger for a moment on Hallie. The blonde had adopted the new dress code allowed to certain students. She didn’t have on the tartan bow tie or all the buttons of her blouse done up.

Tight about her throat she wore a leather collar, Corey’s Girl stamped into the leather. She wasn’t the only girl wearing that style. Batul and Aleah also showed off who owned them. They sat on either side of Corey with Hallie before him.

The school was changing in all manner of subtle ways that the Ifrit found delicious. Corey and his harem had defeated those four entities. Those creatures had changed something about this place. Sexual magic, beyond Sultana Aaliyah’s powers, had warped this place.

It felt like he owned it now. That he had claimed it.

“That is incorrect, Miss Briana,” Humayra said, staring at the brunette. Her short hair framed her freckled face. She was a cutie. “I’m afraid you know what that means.”

Hallie smirked in the front row as Briana stood up. The girl’s freckled cheeks went red. She marched right to the Ifrit’s desk and bent over it. Briana’s short, tartan skirt rode up her rump as she did, exposing more of her lush thighs.

I swear all the girls’ skirts got magically shorter, Humayra thought as she picked up her wooden ruler.

“Hike it, Miss Briana,” she said.

Briana did and revealed that she’d forgotten to put on underwear. Another thing becoming more and more common, or so Humayra had noticed when she spanked girls for getting answers wrong in her classroom. Having Corey present only made the Ifrit wetter. She adjusted her glasses on her nose.

CRACK!

The ruler landed across both of Briana’s butt-cheeks. The girl gasped while Corey watched on with hunger in his brown eyes. Hallie squirmed more, Aleah licked her lips, and Batul had a look of such envy in her eyes.

Wish this was you, don’t you, little Jann slut, thought Humayra. She drew back her arm again. She knew her husband enjoyed it when she spanked her students. She had to be the best wife, the best Djinn, possible.

She had to love him with all her heart.

CRACK!

Briana’s butt-cheeks tightened. Two red stripes painted across her alabaster rump. Already, drops of dew gathered on her brown bush between her thighs. She squirmed, tears springing in her eyes as she let out a sob of pain.

“Will you do better in learning your grammar, Miss Briana?”

CRACK!

“Yes, Ms. Reid!” she howled, her butt-cheeks clenching from the third stripe. The welt puckered up with a wonderful shade of crimson. Humayra’s pussy ached, feeling so juicy from administering the punishment.

“Then what was the correct answer?”

CRACK!

“There needs to be a comma following ‘after last night’ because it is an introductory clause!” the girl gasped. “I was wrong about it not needing one.”

CRACK!

“That’s correct,” Humayra said, five bright strips crossing Briana’s rump. The Ifrit wanted to kiss her student’s ass. She wanted to lick each one and soothe the poor girl. Briana trembled on the desk, her hips wiggling back and forth. “You may go sit on Corey’s cock now.”

“Yes, Ms. Reid,” the girl sniffled. She sat up and, despite the tears in her eyes, she had a smile growing on her lips.

“And remember, if I ever feel you’re getting a question wrong on purpose—Bettie!—then you will be really spanked and won’t get the soothing reward Miss Briana is about to receive. Now, Ms. Franny, where do the commas go in sentence two?”

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Corey Derrickson

As Franny stood up to answer that, Briana turned around and lifted her skirt. She gave me a good look at her ass before she sat down on my lap and impaled her pussy on my cock held in Bettie’s steadying hand.

“Oh, yes,” Briana groaned in utter delight while she sank inch after inch of her pussy down my dick. She engulfed me in utter delight. “Oh, Corey, you have an amazing cock.”

“Mmm, he does,” Aleah said, flashing me a big smile. Such joy brimmed in my sex slave’s green eyes.

“Just the best,” sighed Bettie. Her envy was clear. “Enjoy.”

I savored the feel of Briana’s pussy wrapped around my cock through the lesson. She clenched about me, squeezing her twat on my cock. Her hips wiggled from side to side as Ms. Reid continued hammering on and on about commas.

They were the most frustrating thing in English to learn. The rules for their use were complicated. I struggled to memorize them, but it was hard with a tight, seventeen-year-old pussy wrapped around my cock and an ass hot from being spanked rubbing into my crotch.

Briana clenched her pussy on me. She shifted forward. Leaned back. She didn’t ride me, but that didn’t change the fact that pleasure flowed down my cock. An exquisite delight to enjoy. She whimpered. Soft, almost rabbit-like sounds of bliss as she enjoyed my cock.

Ms. Reid strutted before the class, her breasts jiggling in her coal-black blouse, her ash-gray skirt hugging her ass. Fiery hair swept about her shoulders as she spoke with passion about grammar, calling on girls to answer their questions while I savored a different sort of passion.

Briana’s pussy slowly brought my balls to a boil. A steady simmer of hot cunt squeezing and squirming and shifting around my cock that swelled the growing ache in my nuts. It reached up and up at my dick, building at the sensitive tip hugged by silk cunt.

Ms. Reid grinned every time she glanced at me, so glad to be pleasing me.

Briana’s breathing grew heavier and heavier. She gripped the front of my desk. She squeezed and clenched her twat about it. She wiggled her hips back and forth, squirming more and more. Her cunt grew hotter. Wetter.

Then she gasped out in delight, “Corey!”

Girls glanced at Briana. The lesson paused while she moaned through her orgasm. Her pussy convulsed and spasmed on my dick. Hallie turned around in her seat, my newest sex slave watching on with delight. Aleah squirmed. Bettie moaned her envy.

I groaned my joy.

Briana’s cunt rippled and writhed around my cock. Her flesh sucked at my dick. She brought me closer and closer to erupting. I groaned, leaning back in my chair. That wonderful snatch spasmed with such hunger around my dick. The pleasure rippled through my body. It was just the best.

“Fuck,” I groaned as I came closer to that eruption.

“Flood her, Master!” Bettie moaned, her fingers gripping the edge of her desk.

“Just fill her with all that cum,” sighed Aleah. “She needs it.”

“Yes, she does!” I growled, Briana’s pussy spasming and writhing with more and more hunger around my dick. “Shit!”

My jizz erupted into Briana’s cunt. The pleasure fired over and over into her. Hot spurts of cum that filled her snatch. My balls emptied into her twat. I basted her cunt. I groaned with each eruption. Pleasure hammered my mind.

Her pussy milked me dry. She whimpered as I flooded her. Spurt after spurt of my jizz pumped fast into her hot cunt. The dizzying rapture surged to the pinnacle in me. I hit that wonderful peak and hung there for an ecstatic heartbeat.

“Damn,” I groaned.

“Mmm, well done, Miss Briana,” my Ifrit purred.

“Thank you… Ms. Reid…” Briana panted, her pussy’s rippling dying. “It was… amazing…” She turned around and flashed me a grin. “Could I… Could I wear your collar, too, Corey? Can I be one of your girls.”

“My slaves?” I asked, arching an eyebrow at her.

“Yes!” she moaned and I swear she came again on my dick.

“Bettie,” I said, holing out my hand.

Magic swirled from my Jann and a leather collar appeared. I opened it up and slipped it around Briana’s throat. I snugged it tight and smiled in delight. Briana was a cutie.

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Tania Buckley – Friday, September 18th

It was Friday and halfway through math class. Regina sat beside me, the Si’lat looking so frustrated as Sister Ester Sarah lectured. I smiled. Regina wasn’t good at math. I remembered our study session from early last week.

That had been fun.

Regina might have those cute, adorable glasses on, but she wasn’t a brainy girl.

She toyed with a blonde pigtail. She then glanced at me and frowned. I didn’t have a problem with math. I was good at it. I had my problem already worked out. Her brow furrowed and then she looked back at her own paper.

“This is so dumb,” she muttered. “I’m an immortal being. I don’t need math.”

“You haven’t learned any math in, what, a thousand years?” I asked her.

“I’m fifteen,” she said.

“Oh,” I said. “Well, then, I mean, you’re doing fine. You’ll get it.”

“I’ll never get it. This is so dumb.” She glanced at me. “Slave, crawl beneath my desk and lick my pussy.”

Sister Ester Sarah would be mad, but I had to obey. I loved obeying. “Yes, Mistress Regina.”

I slipped from my desk, pushing up my glasses. My pigtails swayed off my shoulders. I crawled beneath Regina’s desk, my collar thick about my neck. It felt so wonderful about me. I loved the modifications to the uniform rules that let me show off that I was Corey’s girl.

“Miss Buckley,” Sister Ester Sarah said, “what do you think you’re doing?”

“About to eat me some yummy pussy, Sister Ester Sarah,” I said and vanished beneath Regina’s desk.

The nun let out a sigh. I pictured her shaking her head as she asked, “And Miss Florence, how do you expect to pass my math class when the girl you copy off of is beneath your desk unable to hear my lesson?”

“She’s just that smart, Sister Ester Sarah,” Regina answered. A faint breeze wafted around me and through the classroom, full of the tart scent of her pussy. “So I’ll be fine. I have complete confidence in my husband’s sex slave to carry me through class.”

I could picture Sister Ester Sarah’s head shake as I pushed apart Regina’s thighs. Her blonde bush came into view, brimming with that tart delight. Licking lips, I thrust my head at that wonderful cunt and nuzzled my mouth right into her silky hair. They caressed over my nose and lips moments before I found the hot and juicy delight of her naughty cunt.

I thrust my tongue into her depths. I fluttered up and down, swirling through her. She let out such a wonderful sigh, a moan of pure delight. It was clear that she was enjoying every second of my naughty tongue swirling through her twat.

I know I was.

Regina let out a soft sigh of satisfaction. My hips wiggled from side to side as I feasted on her, my tartan skirt swirling about my legs. Pussy juices beaded hot on my vulva. Then they dribbled down my inner thighs, following a ticklish path.

The tart flavor of the Si’lat’s pussy covered my tongue. I reveled in it as I thrust my tongue deep into her cunt. I plunged it over and over, dancing it around inside of her hot depths. She squeezed about my tongue and sighed, her juices soaking my lips.

Regina hummed.

The air swirled between my thighs. I gasped at the naughty vortex, a whirling current that rose up and nuzzled into my pussy. It caressed over my cuntlips. It was this wild delight to enjoy. I groaned, my cunt clenching as it sucked up the juices off my vulva. It teased my clit and labia.

The pleasure rippled through me. I fucked my tongue in and out of Regina’s pussy. I plunged into her cunt and fluttered inside of her. Her winds caressed up and down my pussy, a mini-tornado that sucked at my pussy lips and clit.

Then it pressed into my twat.

I moaned as the winds stretched open my pussy hole. The tornado fucked into me like a windy dildo. I shuddered in absolute delight at that wild sensation rippling through me. It felt so different from a cock, real or not. No sex toy could mimic the feel of winds caressing the inside of my pussy, nor the vortex sucking at my depths.

“Oh, my god,” I moaned into Regina’s pussy.

“Mmm, I know,” Regina said, her chair creaking as she shifted on it. “That’s good. Really fuck that tongue in and out of my pussy.”

“Miss Florence, keep it down,” said Sister Ester Sarah.

“Right, right,” groaned the Si’lat. “She’s just so good at licking pussy. Would you like her to do you next, Sister Ester Sarah?”

The nun hesitated. “Um, no. That would go against my vows.”

“Your loss.” Regina shuddered, my nose rubbing into her clit. “Oh, yes, yes, your loss.”

I fucked my tongue in and out of Regina’s pussy, moaning from the winds swirling through my cunt. They felt so incredible inside of me. This hot wind would sweep through my body and drown me. I groaned, my hips wiggling from side to side. The pleasure teased me. Loved me. It was incredible to experience.

I squeezed my eyes shut. I moaned, loving the pleasure that rippled through me. My hips wiggled back and forth. I whimpered, savoring every moment of the wind swirling through my pussy. The pleasure teased me. Sucked at me.

I whimpered. Moaned.

I squeezed my eyes shut and fluttered my tongue up and down Regina’s pussy.

Her moans and pants grew louder. She squirmed on the chair. My fingers squeezed her inner thighs. Then I shot my right hand at her pussy while my tongue flicked up to her clit. I caressed over her pearl.

Thrust two digits into her cunt.

The blonde genie gasped. Her silky pubic hair rubbed into my lips as I danced my tongue around her clit. Her cunt squeezed about my two digits plunging into her snatch. I thrust deep and hard into her, wiggling my fingers around.

The wind rotated faster in my pussy. Sucked more at my cervix. I shuddered, my twat clenching against the strong winds. The friction they generated rippled through my body. It was incredible. I squeezed my eyes shut, whimpering. Moaning.

Loving every moment of it.

I curled my fingers inside of her pussy. I slid them along the top of her twat’s silky walls. I stroked and caressed her. I knew just where to massage her. I was learning the G-spot on all the women in Corey’s harem.

Just like I knew how to find it on my sister.

“Oh, yes!” Regina gasped as I massaged that sensitive spot. The wind howled faster inside of me as I rubbed at the bundle of nerves. “Tania! You naughty slave!”

The winds caressed my pussy walls. It was incredible. I was on the verge of cumming. On exploding in rapture like she was. I massaged her while her desk creaked and groaned above me. She shifted on it, squirming. Her pussy grew so hot around my digits. My tongue sucked on her clit.

Then she squealed in rapture.

Hot pussy juices gushed out of her cunt. Her twat spasmed around my digits. I licked up the cream, moaning. The twister-dildo in my cunt caressed my inner walls and sucked at my cervix. My pussy clenched as I drank down tart delight.

I joined Regina.

The pleasure howled out of my cunt, a storm triggered by that naughty tornado whirling in my pussy. My cunt spasmed around the stimulating dildo. It teased me. Gave me such delight. Such wonderful pleasure that howled through my body. I whimpered and moaned, eyes fluttering with delight as the rapture blew across my thoughts.

“Oh, yes, you’re amazing, Tania!” Regina howled, her pussy convulsing around my digits. “Just the best. Love you!”

“Love you, Mistress Regina!” I gasped.

My pussy convulsed and spasmed. The rapture was incredible. It was amazing. The bliss shot through me. A wild delight that surged through my mind. I groaned, savoring every minute of it sweeping through my body.

“Oh, my fucking god, yes!” I whimpered.

“Mmm, I know!” gasped Regina, her pussy’s convulsions slowing.

The wind died down. I hit the peak of ecstasy, no longer sustained by the twister in my cunt. I panted, my body trembling as my high descended into buzzing bliss. My hips wiggled back and forth, the juices spilling down my body.

I loved being a sex slave. I savored being a part of Corey’s harem. I was so glad I got to be one of his girls.

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Arij (Regina Florence)

“Oh, Sister Ester Sarah,” Arij groaned, the Si’lat coming down from her orgasm. “I’m so sorry for disrupting class. Would you like to spank Tania instead of having her eat you out? For your vows’ sake. I mean, she was very naughty, wasn’t she?”

“Very,” Tania moaned from between Arij’s thighs, the human girl’s fingers slipping out of the Djinn’s pussy.

“I would,” the flush-faced nun said. The red of her cheeks contrasted with her white wimple. “Miss Buckley, front and center.”

“Yes, Sister Ester Sarah,” Tania called with complete delight.

You’re going to love this, thought Arij, the Si’lat trembling as Tania emerged, her face dripping in juices.

The other girls in the classroom were all staring with flushed faces, too. Squirming. A few of them had envious glances at Tania’s collar. They must be imagining wearing my husband’s collar. Mmm, that would show my value if I brought him a virgin sophomore to dominate and love.

Tania sauntered up to the front of the class, her tartan skirt swishing over her cute rump. Her black pigtails danced down the back of her crisp, white blouse. The sex slave bent over the desk without hesitation.

Arij smiled. She understood why Aleah and Tania were Corey’s favorites. His first two loves. First two sex slaves. The trio had shared a lot, but every day, the rest of the harem made those same bonds. Forged those same connections.

I have all his life to show him that the Si’lat are the best. And I’m going to make sure he has a long, long life. The five Djinn had all agreed on that. Why should Corey, and his harem, only live a human’s lifespan?

Tania lifted her skirt, flashing her cute and perky ass at the class. Pussy juices stained her thighs, her cuntlips still gaping apart from the twister swirling through her twat. Arij smiled, her pussy simmering as Sister Ester Sarah raised the ruler.

SMACK!

The red welt blossomed on Tania’s rump. Arij heard the sigh of delight coming from the naughty girl. Tania would enjoy every moment of being spanked. Arij would, too. She leaned back in her desk as Sister Ester Sarah raised her ruler once more.

SMACK!

What a beautiful sight, the wicked Djinn thought. She adjusted her glasses on the bridge of her slender nose while wearing that innocent and beguiling face that hid the depths of her depraved and wanton desires.

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Asra al-Ghul

Philosophy class had gotten utterly disrupted, and I loved it.

I sat on the desk, staring at the blackboard that had Scanlon’s, “What do we owe each other?” written in white chalk across it. I shivered at the naughty sight while Mrs. Blackwood bent over. The African American beauty had such a delicious shade of ebony skin that contrasted with the milk-pale skin I wore in this form.

I liked my Goth look. It so appealed to me. Flirting with depth, being as pale as possible. The black lipstick and heavy eye shadow, the fishnet stockings that I wore, torn to allow easy access to my pussy lips but covering the rest of my crotch. The heavy boots I wore that weighed down my feet.

“Just get in there,” Corey said. He stood behind our philosophy teacher, a hungry look in his eyes as he stroked his cock. His skin was a richer beige than my nearly milk-pale hue. Of course, compared to Mrs. Blackwood, he was white. His hand landed on the married woman’s rump, squeezing her. “Eat that pussy.”

“I can’t get enough of it,” she moaned, her head creeping lower. “That Father Puck…” A smile spread on her lips. “Mmm, he was a hunk. And so are you, Corey.”

Corey grinned, eager to enjoy the married woman. The four entities I had summoned had warped the girls and women of St. Maria Theodora Catholic School far more than Aaliyah’s wish had. Instead of them merely being open to their lust for Corey, a floodgate of passion had been unleashed. Girls were routinely sneaking off to have sex with each other, reliving lesbian orgies that had broken out that day.

Nuns and the normal teachers sometimes succumbed, too.

Mrs. Blackwood pressed her face into my twat, my black pubic hair spilling over her rich-ebony lips and nose. I leaned back and enjoyed her tongue licking through my twat. I shuddered at the wonderful contact stroking up and down my snatch.

Corey thrust into her twat.

Mrs. Blackwood moaned her delight.

My husband grinned at me, his hands holding her hips. I was so glad to be in the harem. The last week had been amazing. Thousands of years of enmity between Ghuls and the other four tribes had evaporated into licking, lapping, kissing delight. I shared Corey with the Marid, Si’lat, Jann, and Ifrit, as well as the rest of his women. It was amazing.

And now I shared him with this married beauty thrusting her tongue into my pussy’s depths. I squeezed my eyes shut at the pleasure rippling through me. My breasts jiggled in my tight, white blouse. Nipples drank in the feel of the fabric.

Flesh slapped flesh. My eyes opened to watch Corey’s muscular chest flexing as he pumped his cock in and out of Mrs. Blackwood’s twat. The sexy wife moaned into my cunt while Corey fucked her hard. He pounded his cock in and out of her.

“Ooh, show her what we owe each other!” I moaned. “Delicious, wonderful orgasms!”

Corey grinned at me, his brown eyes smoldering. He had such a handsome face. Masculine jaw. Bold lips. Those hungry eyes staring at me as he plowed his cock into Mrs. Blackwood’s juicy cunt. The teacher moaned into my twat, proof that she loved what he did to her.

And I loved what she did to me.

Her tongue danced through my folds. She fluttered around in me, teasing me. The pleasure surged through me. I groaned, my cunt clenching down around that wonderful tongue thrusting into my depths. Her nose brushed my clit.

“Yes, yes, yes,” groaned Corey, his face twisting in the rapture of a guy enjoying another man’s woman. “That tight pussy, Mrs. Blackwood. Keep squeezing your cunt around my dick! Fuck, yes!”

Girls whimpered in the background. Pita was in the class, and I knew Corey’s Hispanic girlfriend was getting her pussy eaten out by Aleah. As Pita watched, that naughty slave feasted. Just like Mrs. Blackwood did to my cunt.

I shuddered, savoring getting eaten out. The teacher’s tongue fluttered deep in me, building and building my orgasm. Every stroke of her tongue fed it. I whimpered, my legs twitching. Ripples of delight tingled through my flesh.

Corey’s hands stroked the teacher’s hips, brushing her maroon skirt bunched around her waist. He grinned at me, arching a fiery eyebrow. I smiled back at him, my black-painted lips spreading wider and wider.

“She’s going to make me cum, Corey!” I moaned.

“Good,” he groaned. “Because she is working that pussy! Damn, she knows how to squeeze her cunt around a cock.”

“Maturity has its perks,” she groaned between my thighs, her eyes staring up at me. “Oh, yes, yes, Corey!”

He thrust his cock faster. He fucked her hard, ramming to the hilt in the teacher’s cunt. My orgasm built as I watched, drinking in the flutter of her tongue stroking around me. She knew just how to tease me. Love me. I would get off so hard on her. I would cum and cum.

My toes curled in my combat boots. My nipples throbbed against my blouse. My moans grew louder as the pleasure swelled. The teacher’s tongue fluttered up to my clit. She swirled around my pearl. I gasped, hair dancing.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned. “Oh, that’s incredible. Oh, that’s going to make me cum so hard! That’s wonderful! Mmm, keep doing that to me. Keep driving me wild! Fuck, yes!”

My body quivered, on the edge of my orgasm. She nursed on my clit now. Her lips sealed tight about it. The pleasure burst from my bud and showered my twat. My hair danced around my face. Corey groaned, slamming hard into the teacher’s cunt.

“Make her cum, Mrs. Blackwood!” Corey growled. “Then I want you exploding on my cock. I want that married hole milking me!”

Mrs. Blackwood moaned around my clit and sucked so hard.

I gasped at the Black woman’s passion. My head threw back. My pussy clenched. The pleasure burst from my clit and set me off. My climax howled through me. My twat convulsed. Juices gushed out to soak the married woman’s face. To drown her utterly in passion.

I was the luckiest Ghul in the world.

“Oh, fuck, yes!” I moaned, bucking. “Mrs. Blackwood.”

“You sound so sexy,” Pita groaned, her voice throaty with pleasure. She must be coming on Aleah’s mouth. “Corey! Cum in Mrs. Blackwood! Then make Aleah lick her clean!”

“Yes!” Aleah’s muffled moans came.

“Fuck!” Corey moaned.

Mrs. Blackwood groaned into my twat. The sound of a woman cumming on a man’s dick. Corey groaned, feeling the bliss that should be reserved for her husband. He slammed forward hard, his face twisting in rapture.

“Goddamn!” he groaned.

“Flood her!” I moaned, the pleasure washing through me.

Corey grunted, pumping his cum into the married woman’s twat. It made me shiver and shudder. This wild heat burned through me. I squirmed on the teacher’s desk, my pleasure rising and rising to the peak of bliss.

I hit it. I hovered there, Corey groaning as he emptied his balls in the teacher’s cunt. A dizzying wave of delight swept through me. I panted as I descended into the relaxing bliss. I leaned back, the teacher lapping up my cream.

What a wonderful way to spend a Friday afternoon.

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Corey Derrickson

I sat on the bleacher’s for PE, savoring Coach Bennett as she pulled down my shorts, an eager grin on her face. Asra and Nadia had chosen the girls for their volleyball teams. All the girls were in their tight, red gym shorts and nothing else. Breasts bounced and jiggled, some plump, some round, and some with little handfuls that barely jiggled.

The game was a delight to watch. Coach Bennett nursed on my cock, keeping me hard for the winners. They would get to be in an orgy with me. Nadia and Asra had split the girls, each vying to win. Nadia’s round breasts heaved as she jumped up and spiked the ball.

Asra was there to block it, her small titties jiggling as she thrust her arms down and knocked it up. Then Tammy jumped up, her breasts heaving, and slammed the ball over the net. But Sheila was ready. Her light-brown hair swaying as she thrust the ball up, a great set. Nadia’s black hair flowed.

She spiked it.

Briana dived to block it, but not in time. She slid on her knees and groaned as the ball struck her side. A cheer burst from the girls on Nadia’s team. They all bounced and jumped in excitement, whooping and cheering.

All those firm, delicious breasts heaved.

I groaned, Coach Bennett sucking with hunger on my cock. This was the best way to end the week. Those four entities had really perverted this school in such a delicious way. I was so eager to fuck the winning team.

The losers would have to run laps, sadly. But it would encourage them to play better next week.

I smiled as Asra hit the ball into the air on the next serve, her black hair dancing around her shoulders. She gave a good set up. Tammy was ready to spike it over the net, but Nadia leaped up and got her fingers just enough on the ball to thrust it back. The Marid’s tits pressed into the net, nipples poking through.

“Damn,” I groaned, just loving every moment of this wonderful and wicked sight.

My dick throbbed hard with my excitement, Coach Bennett sucking with such wild hunger on my cock. The balls passed back and forth. Asra got a spike, slipped it past Sheila. Then Tammy used her chest, a loud smack echoing, to block the return volley.

I winced for those lovely tits taking such abuse.

The girls knocked the ball back and forth. The points climbed towards fifteen on both sides. I slid my hand through Coach Bennett’s hair, loving her sucking mouth. She was keeping me on the edge for the winners. I would explode all over them. I would enjoy the hell out of them.

Nadia’s team, in a burst of activity, scored three points in a row. Asra’s girls were falling behind. 14-10 now. What had been a close game now seemed on the verge of being over, but Asra rallied. Tits heaving, her team set up each other, spiked, lobbed, and served their way, clawing back up, getting the game tied. 14-14.

I landed forward, my fingers digging through Coach Bennett’s hair as the balls were lobbed back and forth. Both teams were playing for my cock. Nadia and Asra were on fire, Marid and Ghul competing for the victory.

I didn’t have a favorite. Both teams were so exciting to watch. Tennis shoes squeaked. Tits bounced. The air resounded with the fleshy smacks of arms and hands slapping into the hard volleyball. The girls shouted, shrieked, battled with each other.

Asra leaped up and slammed a hard spike down at Nadia’s team.

It was over. The ball hurtled down. Sheila was out of position. But my Marid, my athletic and gorgeous wife, dived for the ground. She got her hands beneath it and smacked the ball up into the air. It was enough for another girl to set it up higher.

Sheila made up for her mistake. She smacked the ball over the net. Asra jumped, her fingers just getting a tip of it. The ball arced into the air, trajectory spiking to the right. This threw the girls off. Their breasts bounced as they shifted directions.

SMACK!

The volleyball hit just in bounds. Game point.

Cheers exploded through Nadia’s team. My Marid gained her feet, her tits red from her impact, but she had a fierce grin on her face. Steamy passion boiled off of her. I groaned and pulled Coach Bennett off my mouth.

“Find a girl on Nadia’s team to love that pussy of yours,” I told her.

“Mmm, thank you, Mr. Derrickson,” she cooed and rose, her tits magnificent.

I climbed off the stage after her, my cock thrusting before me. The girls on Nadia’s team were ripping off shorts and panties, the seven girls all so eager and ready to spend the rest of PE in an orgy with me.

“I’m winning next week,” Asra declared. Then she looked at her girls. “We kicked ass today. We almost had them. Next week, we’re going to crush them.”

“That’s right!” Briana said, her collar secure about her throat. “We’re going to get to enjoy Master’s cock next week.”

“You get to enjoy his cock every day,” Tammy said.

“Incentive to win,” Briana said and smacked her on the romp. “Let’s get jogging.”

Asra nodded and led her team around the edge of the gym.

My Marid waited in the center with hers. She had pussy juices dripping down her thighs, a flood of her passion. I licked my lips as the girls swarmed in around me. They stroked my body, caressing me. Sheila had a smoky look in her eyes, her hips wiggling back and forth.

“Sheila, on his cock,” Nadia said. “And who would you like on your face, my love?”

“I want that pussy, Nadia,” I said, glancing down at her. “You earned it for that last dive. That’s commitment.”

“If you’re not giving it your all, go home,” she said, winking.

I grinned. That was her motto on our morning jogs together.

I sank down, Sheila grabbing my cock and stroking it on the way down. The brunette had such a hungry gleam in her eyes. The moment I was on my back, she was straddling me and lowering her trimmed twat to my dick. She bit her lip, moaning, “Finally.”

Then her pussy impaled down my cock. I groaned at that tight, juicy twat sliding around my dick. The incredible pleasure had me groaning. I savored every inch of her twat descending. Then she settled her bush into mine. She had taken my entire shaft.

“Damn, that’s good,” I groaned.

She grinned at me. She wiggled her hips and then she rose up me, her round tits swaying. Those lovely breasts I’d watched heaving as she played volleyball now bounced as she reached the pinnacle of my cock and slid down me.

Then Nadia lowered her cunt down to my mouth. She straddled me so I could look up her front, her breasts swaying above me. Such lovely tits. She planted her shaved twat on my hungry mouth, a V of black pubic hair pointing to the source of her sweet flood.

Pussy cream poured into my mouth like she was already cumming. Her excitement warmed over my chin and cheeks. It puddled in the hollow of my neck. I groaned, loving the taste of her. I gulped down her juices. I could just lie here and drink her ambrosia.

But she needed her reward.

“Corey,” she groaned as I thrust my tongue into her pussy. I swirled around inside of her. I caressed her. Teased her. A happy smile crossed her lips. “Oh, yes, yes, Corey!”

Her hips wiggled from side to side, smearing that hot and yummy cunt across my mouth. I groaned, her juices flooding past my tongue. My tongue thrust into her while my dick ached in Sheila’s pussy. The brunette rode me while my genie wife drowned me.

A preview for the true flood to cum.

My Marid’s round tits swayed as she ground her pussy on me. Her dark eyes stared down at me, brimming with her pleasure. A smile played on her lips while my tongue played with her labia. I stroked her nethers, caressing up and down her.

“Oh, Corey,” she moaned, her hands rubbing her sides, caressing her toned stomach. “Mmm, I played so hard to win. To show you Marid’s are the best.”

“You’re people will be thrilled with you,” I groaned.

She winked at me then she shuddered. My tongue danced through her twat, swirling around and teasing her pussy. She clenched her snatch around me. She squeezed with such passion. It felt incredible. She soaked me. I reveled in every drop of her sweet delight that poured into my mouth. My tongue reached as deep into her as I could.

My hands found her asshole. I gripped it, fingers digging into her rump every time Sheila’s tight cunt slid up my dick. The Brunette’s pussy massaged my cock. She worked that hot cunt up and down it, delivering such rapture to me. An incredible amount of pleasure that would have me exploding hard and fast.

I would drown her in jizz.

She slammed her cunt down my dick. She took me to the hilt over and over again. Her pussy then clenched around me, her hips sliding from side to side, stirring my cock around in her. I groaned, my fingers flexing and relaxing. My dick throbbed and ached, drinking in the silky glide of her cunt.

“Corey!” whimpered Sheila. “Oh, my god, that’s good.”

“Hurry up and cum on him,” a girl moaned. “I want my turn on him.”

“Yes! Yes! I need his dick in me!”

“I want to get eaten out!”

“He’s got enough for all of us!” Nadia moaned. “Mmm, my man has a geyser in his cock, and it’s going to go off over and over again!”

“Yes!” Sheila moaned, squeezing her pussy around my cock as she rose up my dick.

My fingers dug into Nadia’s rump.

I feasted on her cunt. Licking. Lips sucking on her labia. Her clit. She gasped and shuddered, her fall of glossy, black hair dancing about her face. Her breasts jiggled and swayed. Her pleasure echoed through the gymnasium, merging with the whimpers of the five watching girls and the thudding footsteps of the other seven jogging around the gym.

Nadia ground her cunt on me. Her face twisted with bliss. Her breasts jiggled. I watched them swaying above me, mesmerized. Sheila’s pussy massaged me. The pressure in my balls built. Her teasing cunt swelled the ache at the tip of my cock.

“Fuck!” I groaned.

“Oh, Sheila, your pussy is making him feel amazing!” groaned Nadia. “He’s really digging his tongue into my pussy!”

“Good!” Sheila moaned. “Because of his cock… Oh, god, his cock! I’m going to cum on his dick!”

A cheer rose from the rest of the volleyball team. I groaned as the brunette rode me faster. My tongue darted around Nadia’s clit. Her flood of juices soaked my face as she moaned, building towards her own gushing climax.

Sheila slammed her pussy down my cock and gasped. Her hot cunt writhed and spasmed around me. She bucked and groaned. She stirred that climaxing pussy around my dick. The pleasure raced through me. It slammed into my balls.

“Oh, fuck!” I groaned.

“Cum in me, Corey!” Sheila moaned, her pussy sucking at my dick.

“CUM IN HER!” cheered the watching girls.

“Yes, yes, my husband!” Nadia moaned and then she gushed.

A geyser of pussy cream squirted out of her cunt and flooded my mouth. I gulped down that sweet delight while Sheila’s naughty cunt massaged my dick. Another spurt of cunt juices flooded my mouth, Nadia’s tits heaving.

I erupted.

My cum fired from my balls and out the tip of my dick. The pleasure slammed into my mind. Stars exploded. I growled into my Marid’s juicy cunt. I drank her sweet cream while Sheila’s pussy convulsed wildly around my cock.

“Yes, yes, so much cum!” she moaned. “Who’s going to lick me clean!”

“ME!” cheered the girls.

I groaned with each blast of cum into her pussy. I snarled out my pleasure, my toes curling from the rapture slamming through my body. It hit my mind. Stars burst across my vision. I loved it. Savored it. My dick spurted over and over again into Sheila’s pussy.

She moaned in delight, milking my cock dry. I hit that peak of pleasure, my tongue running through Nadia’s pussy lips. My Marid shuddered and smiled at me. She trembled through her bliss, a huge smile on her lips.

“Okay, okay, Veronica, you’re up. Ride his dick!”

Veronica cheered.

I grinned. God, I loved PE. This school. Having my harem of sexy and beautiful women.

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Nadiyya (Nadia Rivers)

“That’s it, little Ghul,” Nadiyya cooed as Asra knelt before her and licked all of Corey’s cum out of the Marid’s twat. “Mmm, I’m going to beat your team every Friday.”

“We’ll see,” the Ghul moaned. PE was over, but Nadiyya needed all that jizz cleaned out of her. “I’m feeding you Corey’s jizz next Friday.”

Nadiyya laughed, but it wasn’t mocking. It was in good humor. A friendly competition. The five Djinn were all competing for his affection and all united in pleasing him. Even Asra. I have a Ghul licking my pussy and I love it.

Nadiyya never thought that could happen. That she could be friends with a Ghul, even lovers. Now she was trembling, enjoying having her snatch licked and lapped at by that delicious girl on her knees.

Asra dug her tongue deep into Nadiyya’s cunt, pleasing the Marid and licking out all of the cum Corey had fired into her. He’d fucked her last, satisfying all the members of her volleyball team first with his cock.

Such a stud.

“Mmm, you’re going to be cleaning me up every Friday for the rest of the school year,” The Marid moaned. “Won’t that be fun.”

Asra arched a black eyebrow. “But you’re such a whore for his jizz in my pussy. You sure you can keep up that winning spirit?”

“Oh, I’m sure,” Nadiyya groaned.

“We came close. We’re kicking your ass next week.”

The Marid smiled, wanting that. The competition, not Asra winning. It was so much fun. Drove you to be your best. The sexiest woman. The best volleyball player. The smartest woman. Nadiyya groaned, savoring the psychology playing to win delivered. Her pussy clenched on Asra’s tongue, her orgasm building and building beneath the naughty Ghul’s licking and lapping.

Nadiyya rose to her orgasm faster and faster. The Marid shuddered, her round breasts jiggling and heaving. Her hips wiggled from side to side, her pussy clenching. She whimpered as Asra’s tongue fluttered through her folds, cleaning out all of Corey’s cum and now just pleasing the Marid.

Driving her to a wondrous orgasm.

The Marid shuddered, her body trembling as the pleasure built in her. She gripped Asra’s black hair and savored the Ghul’s licking tongue. Her breasts jiggled and shook. They swayed back and forth as she climbed towards that pinnacle.

“Asra!” she moaned.

“Do it!” the Ghul purred. “Drench me! I love it!”

Nadiyya knew the truth of those words. They had been enemies a week ago. Corey had brought the pair together in such a wonderful way. Her pussy clenched as Asra’s tongue swirled around the Marid’s pearl. The Ghul stimulated it.

Nadiyya came.

Her breasts heaved as her juices gushed out of her twat. Asra licked them up with hunger. Nadiyya swayed from side to side, her breasts jiggling and smacking together. The pleasure was intense. Delicious. It was such a thrill for her to enjoy. She shuddered, her heart pounding in her chest. The bliss spilled over her. Consumed her.

She bucked and heaved as her mind drowned in rapture. Her pussy juices flooded Asra’s mouth. She licked up that sweet delight. Nadiyya hung at the pinnacle of her rapture. She quivered there, moaning, gasping.

Grinning.

She panted as her pleasure died down.

“There you two are,” Corey said, marching up. Briana and Sheila were behind him. Nadiyya smiled, not surprised by Sheila’s presence. Her best friend wore a collar. It wouldn’t be long before she had one on, too.

Corey’s harem swelled once more.

“I just had to celebrate my victory,” Nadiyya cooed.

“Mmm, but next week, it’ll be mine,” Asra said and rose. “You’ll see, Corey.”

Their husband grinned like he was the luckiest man in the world. He held out his arms to the two Djinn. Nadiyya took his right, Asra his left. Buzzing with joy, she strutted out of the gym, eager for the weekend of pleasure with the harem.

You are going to have a lifetime of such exquisite pleasures, Corey, the Marid thought. Mmm, five Djinn will make sure of it.

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Corey Derrickson – Friday, August 13th

Nearly a year had passed since I started attending St. Maria Theodora Catholic School and recruited my harem of sexy delights beyond my original two.

Aleah and Tania were both pregnant, the sisters so thrilled to share that blessing together. Joining them in impending motherhood was the dainty Havva. We were staggering out the pregnancies. A lotto would be held in after the births to see which three would get bred next.

I could even breed my Djinn thanks to a spell Sultana Christy could cast for us, an ancient magic she had searched the world over for to allow Kyle to knock up his Djinn. Aaliyah was also pregnant, or so I’d heard.

I was busy, busy, busy. I was now the Headmaster of School. I know, I was young for it, but I had a great Deputy Headmistress in Sister Nova Victoria. I’d spent the summer accepting the new freshman class, meeting their parents, enjoying the nubile girls. I personally welcomed them to the rather special teaching environment.

“Here he is,” said Sister Nova Victoria upon opening the door. “Headmaster Derrickson might be young, but he is transforming this school into such an open-minded institution of learning. Your daughter will have such unique and expansive opportunities here.”

I smiled as the fourteen-year-old Viola Tanner entered along with her parents, Mark and Madonna. The blonde girl reminded me so much of Regina. My dick throbbed in my pants. I wore a suit, tie, my hair combed. I rose, shook the father’s hand and then the mother’s.

Then I grinned at Viola. Already, the subtle magic weaved into the school by Aaliyah’s wish and the lingering traces of those four entities already affected the girl. Her cheeks had a rosy blush to them. I smiled as I sat back down.

I was going to enjoy my life. My harem was a source of joy and delight. My women were exciting and lovable. I hadn’t added anyone knew since Sheila. I wasn’t sure I ever would, but a special girl might come along that enchanted us all.

Either way, I had four Djinn wives, one Djinn sex slave, my head slave Aleah, her naughty sister Tania, seven other sex slaves who were all such a delight, and six girlfriends. Nineteen women, plus many girls and teachers on the side, was enough for any man.

“So, after we speak, Sister Nova Victoria and I will talk to your daughter alone,” I said. “To make sure she’s a good fit.”

My nun licked her lips, her dusky cheeks darkening with her excitement. Viola perked up, a sparkle in her eyes, that kindling of lust and desire. Oh, yes, I was going to enjoy my new life as the headmaster of St. Maria Theodora Catholic School.

I really, really had to thank my friend Kyle. We helped each other out, but I still feel like I came out on top. I was sure he felt the same. I didn’t need to rule all the Djinn. One Catholic girls’ school was enough for me.

I glanced at the photo on my desk, me in the center of all my women, all of us smiling. Yes, I didn’t need any more than this. I had one incredible harem of genies and sexy beauties.

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