Chapter 12: Exposing the Naughty Genies

Corey Derrickson – Wednesday, September 9th

Asra stayed on my mind through the rest of lunch. Even while I was hearing about my harem’s fun in the bathroom, she lurked there. A thorn in my side, not wanting me to have fun at the all-girls’ high school. The lesbian didn’t like my presence here. She had issues with me and was trying to get me expelled.

So far, all her tactics had failed.

She kept reporting me to either the headmistress, who was now all but my sex slave and definitely the Ifrit, or to another nun who I had just dominated. Sister Francis Jean had caught me having a threesome in the boys’ restroom. However, she hadn’t busted me right away and instead had listened to the fun.

I realized she wanted me. So I called her bluff and popped Vanessa’s cherry in front of her before having the nun suck my cock clean. She’d obeyed.

I had no idea what Asra’s next plan would be. This was a Catholic school. An all-girls’ school. I was only here thanks to a wish my friend made. Would she go to the archdiocese office and get outside interference?

I had to do something about her.

“You’re awfully quiet, Master,” Aleah said as she walked beside me to our philosophy class taught by Mrs. Blackwood. “You hardly said a word when I told you about the fun I had with my sister and In’am.”

My eyes glanced ahead to Asra Duff. The goth girl stalked down the hallway in her combat boots and fishnet stockings, clashing with her white schoolgirl blouse and red-and-green tartan skirt. Like everyone else, she wore the school’s uniform. Even me, gray slacks, white dress shirt, and a tartan tie.

“She’s becoming more and more of a problem,” I said.

“Mmm, Vanessa and Zahia did talk about their lesson with Sister Francis Jean.” Aleah took my arm and pressed against me. “That’s so hot that you dominated her, Master. Is she going to be wearing your collar beneath her habit.”

I smiled. “I think so.”

Asra vanished into Mrs. Blackwood’s class. I really, really had to do something about her. She was a lesbian who needed to get laid. Now that was something I could fix. I would make sure that she got laid. That she had a wild romp with some hotties and doesn’t have the time to scheme to get me expelled.

My mind flitted through the possible girls. Two came to mind. Two that I had my next class with. I smiled as Mrs. Blackwood lectured on the grandfather of philosophy, the OG Aristotle himself. It had already flitted through my mind, but the details were falling into place.

Aleah also had chemistry with me, so she was more than happy to cling to my arm. I had my eyes peeled for the two girls I was thinking about. The two girls that I felt were just perfect to seduce a goth lesbian and get her off my back.

They were sexy and would make an intoxicating pair. Could I get them to leap into the fun with her?

Thanks to Aaliyah’s magic, my friend’s genie-wife who granted his wish that made this all possible, most girls attending the private high school were attracted to me on some level. I had to use that to my advantage.

When we walked into the chemistry lab, Vanessa looked up with a hopeful smile on her face. Our private tutoring had been great. She would make another great girlfriend like Jennifer, Regina, and Nadia. I sent Aleah to her while I approached Ursula and Pita.

Ursula’s face lit up when I approached their table. She wore her hair in a delightful way. She had a small braid that ran from both her temples and at the back of her head, falling down over the rest of her hair that hung loose down her back. Pita was a delicious Hispanic girl with a plump rump that she’d shown off to me earlier.

“Corey,” Pita breathed, lighting up as I leaned across their chemistry table. They marched in two rows down the classroom, all facing the front where Sister Anna Petra taught.

“Oh, hi,” Ursula said, her cheeks going scarlet.

“Want to do something wicked and wild?” I asked them. I reached out and took both their hands, stroking across their skin.

“Like?” Ursula said, her breasts rising and falling in her schoolgirl blouse.

My smile grew. My thumbs caressed across the back of their hands. Both girls trembled. “You two are friends, right.”

Both girls nodded. Pita leaned in. “We like doing things, Corey. We wouldn’t be jealous if you wanted us both.”

“Bold,” I said. “Ever do anything with each other?”

They both shook their heads, though Ursula bit her lower lip. “We could. I mean, for you, Corey. Guys like that.”

“Oh, and some girls,” I said. “Care to demonstrate it for me?” I arched my eyebrow. “After school? Behind the gym?”

Ursula fanned her face. “I mean ... Yes, I would. I’m so ... You know, down there.”

“I’m wet, chico,” Pita said. “All the time because of you. I need a release. I’ll do it. You’ll be there to watch.”

“Of course I will,” I said.

I broke away from them as Sister Anna started class. I joined Aleah and Vanessa at our chemistry table. I slipped between my sex slave and girlfriend. I liked my growing harem. Once I had Asra off my back, it would be smooth sailing. I’d figured out the identity of the four genies. I would confront them after school, and then we’d figure out how they could persuade me to choose one of them.

It would be exciting.

The class went by fast. It was a fun lesson. We got to mess around with the chemicals. Well, mess around wasn’t the right term, but we made hydrogen and then did some control burning with it under Sister Anna’s watchful eyes.

I slipped out the classroom with Ursula and Pita clinging to my arms, the other girls watching in envy save Aleah and Vanessa. I wasn’t surprised at all to find Asra lurking in the hallway already. That goth girl was way too interested in me. Her obsession needed to be changed.

“After school and behind the gym,” I told Ursula and Pita. “I want you there. Naked.”

“We’ll be there,” Pita said. She said something in Spanish, her golden-brown cheeks darkening.

“Yes, we won’t let you down,” said Ursula.

The two broke away from me and whispered to each other as they headed to their last class. Asra was already marching towards the gym. She was in my PE class. I stalked after her, watching her bristling step, boots thudding. The fury animating her limbs was palpable. She hated me. I’d change her mind.

How could she despise me after what I was setting up for her?

I changed in my private locker room. Being the only guy on campus came with plenty of advantages, though it would be fun to hang out with the girls. Once I had this Asra thing sorted out, maybe...

An orgy in the locker room sounded wild. Asra and I could play with the girls. Share them. There was plenty to go around. I mean, I couldn’t make the entire school into my harem. I didn’t have that sort of time on my hands.

Suited up in my red athletic shorts and a white t-shirt, with the school’s logo as a monogram, I headed into the gym. Nadia waited for me, my girlfriend looking steamy and sensual. PE clothes fit her athletic body, her round breast stretching out her tank top, her long, lean legs flexing as she flowed towards me. She made my blood boil with that naughty grin on her face.

“I arranged for a little lezzie show to take place after classes,” I told her, arching my eyebrows at her.

“Sounds fun,” she said. “I’m in. I’d love to watch some girls getting naughty with each other. Mmm, I’ll make sure to do something naughty for you.” My girlfriend squeezed my cock through my jogging shorts, stroking up and down me. Her eyes brimmed with liquid heat.

“I knew you would,” I said, Asra bristling out of the corner of my eye.

Coach Bennett, a petite and perky woman, had us playing volleyball today. It was an exhilarating game. Breasts were bouncing everywhere. We were split up into four teams, Nadia, Briana, Tammy, and Sheila on mine. They were energetic girls, especially my Nadia. She always seemed to be in the right place making explosive plays, a geyser erupting all over the other team.

Asra had skill, too. She dominated the court, her team almost useless because she darted around the other side of the net when we faced against her. She pounced on the ball with the fierceness of a lioness. Her black hair flowed and pale thighs flexed.

Shame she was a lesbian and hated my guts. She had passion. A vicious, angry, and wild passion. Fucking her must be like bedding a cougar. She’d leave me bleeding and satiated all at the same time. I could see it in her eyes. Her black-painted fingernails wanted to find my flesh.

It would be worth getting scratched up to fuck her.

After PE, In’am waited in my locker room again.

“Sahib,” she said, waiting naked in the shower. She already had her boobs coated in a lather of soap. “I’m ready to wash you clean.”

I groaned. “We have to be fast,” I told her, advancing on her. “I have plans.”

The Si’lat smiled. “Oh, Sahib, you can take as much or as little time with me as you want. You know that I’m just here to love you. To please you.”

“Goddamn, I do know that,” I said and ripped off my t-shirt. I threw it down.

Her eyes flicked up and down my muscular chest. At seventeen, I had a man’s strength. She bit her lip and squeezed her sudsy tits. I shoved down my shorts and boxers, my cock springing out hard and ready for her.

Socks off, I marched to her, my dick bobbing before me. My nuts swayed, aching to feel her pussy around my cock. I would enjoy every moment with her. I would have so much fun. I would fuck her hard. I would pound her and then move onto my lesbian delight.

I couldn’t wait to get Asra off my back.

Until then, I’d enjoy In’am.

I stepped up to the shower and hit the button. The water sprayed on, coming out warm. It splashed over my body, spilling down me. In’am shuddered. She was all dusky beauty, her skin that lovely shade of light brown. Her nipples a richer shade, half-concealed by the soap covering them. She had big tits and a flirty smile, her black hair pinned up in a loose bun.

“Mmm, Sahib, let me wash you clean,” she purred, moving behind me.

I enjoyed her breasts washing my back as I showered. She pressed her big boobies into my flesh and worked them up and down my skin. I leaned against the wall, the water spraying hot on my chest. Her nipples poked into my skin, surrounded by the pillowy softness of her breasts.

Her shaved pussy found my ass. She ground against me, humping, working her hot flesh against me. I groaned, reveling in the feel of her. I loved every second of being washed by my Si’lat, of feeling her body doing such wicked things to me.

I would cum so hard.

“Mmm, getting you all nice and clean,” she moaned, working her boobs lower.

The submissive girl brought her breasts to my ass. She rubbed them up and down my rump, nipples sliding across my crack. The soap and water made her skin slippery. I shuddered, loving how delightful it was.

My Si’lat made one submissive sex slave.

“I need my cock washed,” I groaned. “Watching all those tits bouncing while we played volleyball...”

“Were they topless, Sahib?” she asked.

“No,” I groaned. “I haven’t seduced Coach Bennett.”

“Yet,” she said, working those tits across my ass. “So, how do you want me to wash your cock? My tits ... or my pussy.”

“Pussy!” I groaned, my dick throbbing, bathed by the water running down my body. A stream poured off the tip, stimulating it.

“The best way, Sahib,” moaned my Si’lat. She rose and then moved before me. She ducked beneath my arms. And pressed back into the wall beside the shower controls. Her large tits, still with some suds, quivered.

My eyes fell one her shaved pussy.

She grabbed my cock and pulled me to her, so greedy for it. Her passion swirled through her eyes. She grinned at me as she rubbed my tip into her pussy. She slid my dick’s crown up and down her silky flesh, teasing me.

Then she pressed me right against her hole. Her eyes brimmed with her need. She wanted me in her bad. I wanted to be in her. I thrust forward, sliding into her while the thoughts of topless volleyball rippled through my mind.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” gasped In’am. She trembled, her breasts pressing into my chest. This wild heat surged through me as I sank deeper into her cunt.

Her hot flesh held me tight. That wonderful and delicious pussy massaged me. Cleaned my cock. I stared into my sex slave’s eyes. Her breasts pressed into my chest, soft flesh and hard nubs. I grabbed her wet thighs, my hand sliding up them.

She squeezed her cunt around me. Then she quickly wrapped her legs around my waist. I gripped her ass, holding her upright and pressing her against the wall. Her arms slid around my neck, holding me so tight to her.

She undulated her hips.

She washed her pussy around my cock. I groaned at the pleasure of it. I kissed her hard on the mouth and drew back my dick. Her hot cunt gripped it. She buffed my pole with that hot cunt. Her tongue dueled with mine.

I thrust back into her. I fucked into my Si’lat hard. Fast. Maybe I should keep her? But Sister Nova Victoria was such a thrill. And Zahia needed to learn about more sex. How could I get rid of innocent and submissive Havva?

I drove hard into In’am. I wanted them all. I squeezed and kneaded her ass. I gripped her hard as I plowed into her. I buried to the hilt in hot cunt again and again and again. I rammed deep into that delicious flesh. It was incredible to enjoy. A wild passion that would surge rapture through me. I ached for my orgasm to burst through me.

I fucked her hard. Fast. I plowed into her with powerful strokes. My cock thrust into her as I kissed her mouth. Her pussy squeezed around me, massaging me. Her hot flesh brought me closer and closer to that wild climax.

I would spurt so much jizz in her.

Her breasts rubbed into my chest, washing me as her pussy cleaned my dick. My balls smacked into her. Distantly, the bell tolled, ending the final class of the day at the private high school. I didn’t care. I was in my sex slave’s pussy.

School could go on for a little longer.

The shower spray fell on the top of my head. Water spilled around us. Her thighs gripped me tight. She held me as I plunged into her cunt over and over. I buried hard into her. Fast. I pumped with hard strokes. Powerful strokes.

Her pussy squeezed around me, building and building that ache at the tip of my cock. Every thrust into her juicy pussy, bathing in her cunt cream, brought me closer and closer to my explosion. I squeezed her ass, holding on tight.

She broke the kiss and moaned, “Sahib!” Her body trembled. “Oh, yes, yes, Sahib! Playing with your other sex slaves was fun, but this is what I need. Cock! Your cock!”

“Yes!” I growled and buried into her over and over.

Her pussy convulsed around my cock. She bucked and spasmed against me as her orgasm rippled out of her. She trembled in my embrace, her legs squeezing tight about me. Her big tits rubbed across my chest as she cried out her orgasmic rapture.

Her wild flesh rippled around my cock. Her passion sucked at my dick. The ache swelled to that feverish point. I rammed to the hilt in her. My cum exploded out of my cock. Hot spurts of jizz that fired with powerful spurts out of me. They flooded into her cunt.

“Fuck, yes!” I growled.

My jizz pumped into her fast. The pleasure slammed through my mind. She bucked in my embrace. Stars burst across my vision. My fingers dug into her rump. I held her tight while she whimpered and groaned.

Her pussy wiggled from side to side, stirring around me. She gave me such bliss. It was incredible to experience. I groaned and panted, loving the way her cunt writhed around me. How she spasmed with such wild passion.

“Damn,” I groaned as I fired the last of my cum in her. “I think you have to sneak out of your last class every time.”

“Good thing the headmistress is your slut,” moaned In’am. She smiled at me. “She’s a fiery whore, isn’t she?”

“She’s an Ifrit,” I said. Like she didn’t know that.

In’am burst into laughter. “Mmm, you’re wild, Sahib. I love that about you. We definitely have to play with your Ifrit again. That was hot.”

“It was,” I groaned and pulled from her.

We dried off and dressed. Then I told her, “Head back to my dorm room. I’ll be there as soon as took care of something.”

“More girls for us to play with?” she asked. “I hear a rumor you’re doing something with Ursula and Pita.”

“That’s already a rumor?” I asked in surprise. “I just set that up.”

“Aleah likes to talk in our group chat,” In’am said.

I blinked. “My harem has a group chat. Was I invited.”

In’am gave me a big grin. “Sahib, do you want to be bombarded by girl talk?”

I frowned as she sauntered to her clothing. What did my women talk about? Me? Other things? Did they plan surprises? Complain about me? Clearly, they told each other what I was up to. Was Ms. Reid or Sister Nova Victoria in this chat? Or was it just the schoolgirls?

Nadia waited for me outside of the locker room, her black hair damp and gleaming. She was back in her uniform, her skirt showing off her toned legs almost as well as her athletic shorts. She flowed to me and gave me a steamy kiss on the lips, the heat almost melting me. I grew hard.

In’am had drained me, but I was ready for more.

“I’m so interested in this lezzie show,” she said, clinging to me. “What are you up to, Corey?”

“I’m just spreading the love,” I said. “I can’t fuck every girl in school, can I?”

“Wouldn’t it be fun to try?” she asked, her dark eyes brimming with passion. “I know I would if I were in your position.”

“And would that be you fucking every girl at this school, or would you be the only girl at an all-boys’ school?”

Her smile grew. “Why, both have their charms.”

I laughed. She had a pleased smile on her lips.

We headed out a side door that led behind the gym. It was on the far side of the school from the connected dorms and convent. Thick hedge towered thirty feet in the air before, stretching the definition of “bush” to the extreme. They grew along the perimeter, shielding us from the residential houses around the St. Maria Theodora’s campus.

Waiting for us were two naked girls. Ursula and Pita held each other’s hands, their bodies beautiful and different. Pita had small breasts, her nipples a dark brown compared to Ursula’s softer pink topping her round tits. Pita turned slightly, letting me see the curve of her plump rump, clearly the assets she was most proud of. Ursula’s cheeks blazed crimson, her titties rising and falling.

Pita trembled then she hooked her free arm around Ursula’s neck. The brunette squeaked in shock as she was pulled forward. Their lips met in a hot kiss. Round boobs pressed into golden-brown titties. The two girls whimpered, tongues flashing as they put on a show for me, both eager to do things to each other.

“That is hot,” Nadia said, her hand stroking my cock through my gray slacks. “How did you set this up?”

“I asked politely,” I said. “It’s amazing what people will do.”

Nadia giggled. “Mmm, that’s it? Just asked them? You don’t think that’s weird at all?”

“Oh, there’s definitely some magic going at this school.” I breathed in the sight of the girls kissing, breasts pressed tight. They were really getting into it. For first time lesbians, they had passion. “Want to watch them lick each other?”

“Yes,” Nadia moaned. Her finger unsnapped my pants. “Badly.”

Before I could say anything, Pita broke the kiss and arched an eyebrow at her friend. “Let’s just go for it. Sixty-nine. Do each other at the same time!”

Ursula glanced at me and nodded. “Oh, my. I can’t think, but ... Yes, let’s do it.” She smiled at me. “Corey’s watching us.”

“And Nadia,” moaned Pita. “You didn’t mention bringing a date.”

“You’re lucky I only brought one girl,” I said, Nadia’s hand drawing down my zipper.

Pita sank down to the grass and pulled Ursula on her. The two squirmed on the ground, struggling to get in place. But then they were sixty-nining. I groaned at the sight of them together. Pita’s head vanished between Ursula’s thighs. They were moaning. Feasting.

Damn, this wish Kyle made for me was amazing. What would my own genie wife do for me? I should find out about their powers, too. I had to know what their abilities were. My cock throbbed as Nadia pulled it out and stroked it. My hand slid down her back to find her ass. I squeezed her skirt, lifting it up.

Around the corner of the building, Asra appeared. The goth girl had her phone out and filming. She marched right at us, combat boots stomping on the grass. Nadia stiffened. She ripped her hand from my cock. Heat boiled off of her. A liquid growl burst from her lips.

“Not that bitch again,” she snarled.

“It’s okay,” I said, shoving my cock back into my pants and breaking away. I approached the goth girl.

Asra’s pale features looked like they’d never seen the sun. She had heavy eye shadow on, giving her eyes an almost sunken feature, like she was a living corpse. A sexy one, to be sure. Black lips and those fishnet stockings vanishing beneath her Catholic schoolgirl skirt were enticing.

Intoxicating.

Even the combat boots added their own charm. She stared at me while filming the girls on the grass. Her dark eyes brimmed with smoky hatred. A dark fume that almost wanted to devour me. I arched an eyebrow against her.

“Aren’t they beautiful, Asra?” I asked, speaking even-handed.

Her eyes narrowed. “This is going straight to the archdiocese office. Your charms won’t work on a man.”

“True,” I said. “Though it seems like a waste.”

“What?” She broke into laughter, mocking. “Getting you expelled is a waste of time.”

“Sure,” I said. “How much energy are you putting into this. How much time are you wasting stalking me to catch me having fun? You’re missing out on all this school has to offer you. The many distractions that you could be enjoying.”

Her lips curled back in disgust.

“See, that’s what I’m talking about. You’re focusing all this effort on hating me when you could be using it to have fun.” I glanced at those two girls. “I mean, look at them. They’re going at it. You could slip in and join. They’d be happy to do things for you. I think they’re really discovering how much they love pussy. Listen to them lick and lap. They are loving cunt.

“They could be loving your pussy just as enthusiastically.”

Asra fixed me a gaze of such pure, deathly fury I was surprised my heart didn’t stop right then and there. If you’d ever heard of the evil eye, a look that could curse you and wither your bones to dust, then there it was.

“Why do you think I want to fuck them!” she snarled. “I’m not gay!”

Bafflement rippled across me. “Then why do you hate me being here?”

“Because it’s disgusting! Sordid!” Her lips peeled back. “You never should have been given this opportunity.”

“Well, I’m not going to let you rui—”

She threw herself at me like a wild animal. Her feet left the ground. She landed before me, hands slashing at me almost before I could react. I raised my right arm to fend off her attack. Her fingernails ripped through the sleeve of my shirt and clawed down my arm. Pain burst from the wounds. Blood soaked red my shirt.