Chapter 2: Headmistress’s Naughty Desires

Corey Derrickson – Tuesday, September 8th

Regina walked behind us.

The new girl who had moved in next door to my house was attending St. Maria Theodora Catholic School, an all-girls high school near my house. I, too, was attending the school. The only guy lucky enough to be there. It was a gift arranged by my friend Kyle.

I almost couldn’t believe this was happening, yet Kyle upheld his promise to me. When shit went down last January at our high school, I tried to help his wife Aaliyah from being taken against her will. I got put in the hospital for two weeks with a head injury. Turned out, Aaliyah was a genie and Kyle’s harem of girls he’d collected had been because of her.

As thanks, he was hooking me up.

I would have a chance to have my own genie. I just had to figure out who my four choices were and then choose which one I wanted. They were all going to be a different flavor of genie. A submissive Jann, a slutty Si’lat, an intelligent Marid, and a feisty Ifrit. I had to be on guard for any Arab girls that showed interest in me.

I couldn’t wait to figure out who they are, get to know them, and claim my own magical girl to be in my harem. I already had two in my harem, a pair of sisters. I’d claimed Aleah first, a girl my age. She had been ripe and ready to be a submissive sex slave, craving for a strong man to take her in hand. To prove her devotion to me, she brought her little sister into our bed. Tania was two years younger and despite that had bigger tits.

The two girls walked on my arms with me. They were wearing their school uniforms: red-and-green tartan skirts that swirled about their thighs, white blouses that made them look so innocent, and tartan bow ties with long ribbons that drape down their chests. Their knee-high socks and black Mary Jane flats completed their Catholic schoolgirl look.

They were sexy.

I wore my own uniform, gray pants and a shirt with a tartan tie. It was different, not what I was used to, but it was a private high school. I couldn’t wait to be the only guy there. Kyle implied that I could increase my harem, adding new girls to the mix.

Like Regina walking behind me.

She looked to be fourteen, a freshman and not a senior like Aleah and me. She was a slender blonde, hair in flowing pigtails, with delicate glasses. She moved with a light grace, almost floating behind me. She was shy, blushing at the sight of me.

“Mmm, you want her,” Aleah purred, her voice sultry, her auburn hair falling in pigtails around her face. Her green eyes flashed.

“Don’t you?” I asked my sex slave. Since January, she’d been mine. I’d enjoyed every bit of her. I knew her. Beneath the collar of her blouse, she wore a choker that was marked: Corey’s Girl.

“Yes,” she moaned. “She’s so cute.” Aleah snuggled closer to me. I could feel the swell of her small breast through her tight blouse. Her nipples poked at the material.

“She’s adorable,” Tania said. She had fiery hair, also in pigtails. Though two years younger than her older sister, Tania had large breasts. Round and perky. They, too, rubbed against my arm. “She’s got to be a virgin. I would love to watch you pop her cherry.”

I wanted to glance behind me and leer at Regina. She was sweet, a literal girl next door. If she walked to school with us every day, she would grow more and more comfortable with us. Then we could see if something happened.

The school grounds loomed ahead. It lay at the end of a residential street, the grounds surrounded by a black, wrought iron fence put up a hundred years ago. There was a gate, open of course, that cars could drive into. Many students were doing just that, either being dropped off or driving their own cars. Other girls were walking in, spilling around us from the streets that crossed this one.

A flower garden of beauty.

“Damn,” groaned Aleah. “Look at them all, Master.”

“I know,” Tania whimpered. She rubbed her hips from side to side.

They were all different. Tall girls, short girls, busty girls, slender girls. Blondes and brunettes, redheads and black-haired beauties. Some had pale skin, or tan, or golden-brown. An African-American beauty sauntered ahead, her ebony legs flashing in her swaying skirt, her white socks looking delicious on her slender calves. Across the street, a brassy-haired girl wore black tights that vanished beneath her skirt, her hair swaying about her face. I looked for any girls who were Arabic. Black hair, maybe wrapped up in a headscarf, their skin that dusky brown like Aaliyah’s.

The girls were glancing at me. They were noticing me, the only guy walking into their campus. A golden-blonde beauty pursed her plump lips, a beauty mark on her right cheek, her blue eyes with a naughty gleam. She whispered to a girl who might be Arabic or Hispanic, her hair curly and black. Her nose bold and her face round. She had large breasts swelling the front of her blouse. She giggled to her friend, eyes bright.

“They’re whispering about you,” Tania said, clinging tight.

We were almost to the gate. More girls were around us. Regina wasn’t the only cutie walking behind me. Before me, a pair of Black girls with great asses strolled. They held hands, one hair gathered in dreadlocks the other with her weave dyed blonde. One looked back at me and then straight ahead.

“This is going to be a lot of fun,” Aleah purred. “Ooh, I’m so juicy. Want to reach beneath my skirt and feel, Master?”

“Tempting,” I said, my cock hard in my gray slacks. “Did you notice the girl who might be Arabic with the blonde?”

“Yeah,” said Tania. “I’m looking out for all of them. We’ll find the four, and you’re going to have so much fun with them.”

Aleah nodded. “I think we are going to have a blast. I want to lick your cum out of a genie’s cunt, Master.”

“God, yes,” whimpered Tania.

We passed through the gates. The grounds before the school were well-maintained with benches beneath shade trees and the occasional statue that looked like they were displaying a saint. The girls were all flowing to the school’s main building which rose before us, its outside rising four stories with a brick exterior. It looked weathered and old, resolute. The entrance was two doors both thrown open wide. The driveway formed a round before the building. The school rose two more stories above the middle, forming a squat tower topped by a cross. There were several buildings to either side that looked newer. Paths wound around the grounds.

More and more schoolgirls filled around us. I felt their eyes on me. Staring, girls whispering. I walked back straight with my two sex slaves. I would introduce them as my girlfriends, for now. Everyone would notice that I had two of them.

A girl with short, black hair and blue eyes kept glancing behind me, her ass looking cute in her skirt. Another girl with sandy-blonde hair gathered in a braid had a blush on her dainty cheeks, her lips red and delicate. An Asian girl with blue-black hair falling down to her rump swayed nearby, willowy and delicious, while a girl with curly, burnished-brown locks flashed me smoky looks. She walked to my right, her curvy hips swaying with a fertile roll. She winked at me, her blouse tight about her round breasts.

So many beauties. So many wonderful, delicious and graceful hotties. I couldn’t believe how lucky I was.

I spotted a few teachers. Some were nuns in the black robes and white wimples. One stood at the doorway, her eyes blue and a friendly smile gracing her lips. She nodded at the students heading, greeting many by name despite it being the first day.

“And there’s Corey,” the nun said to me. “Heard about you, young man. I hope you study well.”

“Thanks,” I said to the nun. “Glad to be here.”

“He’s going to be studying intently,” said Aleah as we swept by. She had such a naughty tone to her voice.

“Yeah, the girls,” whispered Tania and then giggled.

The schoolgirls were flowing down the hallway, crowding around us. The flirty brunette kept flashing me sultry smiles as we walked, her hips swaying. She moved with the grace of a princess, a fertile blush to her cheeks.

I winked back at her. The girl’s smile grew smoky.

Everyone was heading to the auditorium. I knew from orientation that there would be a welcome assembly before classes began properly. In my backpack, I had my class schedule. Aleah and I shared about half our classes while I had none with Tania. She was a tenth grader not a twelfth grader like Aleah and me. The interior had white walls broken up by darkly polished doors that led to the classrooms. The drinking fountains all looked like new additions, thrusting out in the hallway and not in recessed alcoves.

The auditorium was large, wooden chairs bolted to the floor in rows looking at a stage with a podium out front. Spotlights fell on it. There were a group of teachers sitting on chairs in the back of the stage, three nuns, and four women in various dresses.

A buzz ran through the room as the girls set down. More were staring at me. I found seats at the back, sitting with my two girls. Regina took one a few down from us, the shy blonde hugging her backpack to her chest as she looked nervous. New in town and at school with no friends.

I could be her friend. And more.

The flirty brunette sat across the aisle from me, her legs crossing. They were pale and delicious. Her nipples poked at her white blouse. I swear they were pierced. She didn’t look at me as she sat there with her regal bearing, but I knew she was paying attention to me, loving that I was staring at her body.

After a few minutes, the flow of girls became a trickle. They all glanced at me, some shocked, others looking eager or confused or even offended. They all noticed me, though. I loved it. Aleah and Tania had their hands rubbing my legs through my gray slacks, teasing me.

Naughty sluts.

Finally, a nun climbed up on the stage, her black habit rustling about her. She stepped up to the podium. She had dusky-brown skin and appeared busty, her habit unable to hide the size of her breasts. She grabbed the podium and gazed out at the student body.

Silence descended fast.

“Good morning,” she said, her voice amplified by the speakers. “Welcome, welcome to a new year at St. Maria Theodora. We are all so glad you are here to join us. Let us give thanks to the Lord.”

I blinked at the prayer. I wasn’t a religious person, but I lowered my head with everyone else as the nun gave a quick benediction, her voice echoing through the room. When she finished, almost everyone said, “Amen.”

“Now, I am Sister Nova Victoria, the new headmistress for the school. Sister Ruth Mary has earned her retirement and rest, so I am here to guide you and lead you this school year.”

She was new? And she had an accent, too. It was faint, but it was possible she was Arabic. One of the genie. I was expecting a schoolgirl, but the headmistress appeared young to have the role. She spoke with passion about how she wanted us all to excel. It was clear she was fired up to educate us.

Was she the Ifrit?

“Now, I am sure you have all noticed one student who stands out from the others,” said Sister Nova. “One student who doesn’t quite have the same attributes as the rest of us.”

Nervous laughter ran through the auditorium. Girls all looked at me. That curly-haired girl who might be Arabic turned around in her seat and smiled at me. Was she another genie? She smiled at me before looking forward again. The Marid? Maybe the Jann. Definitely not the Si’lat.

“Corey Derrickson is joining us this school year. He’s a lucky guy.” She glanced around the auditorium. “In fact, Mr. Derrickson, would you join me on stage so all the girls can get a look at you. I know some are nervous to have a boy on campus and intruding on our feminine space.”

I groaned as I stood up. This nervous ripple shot through me. I slid past Tania and a brunette girl. I reached the aisle and headed up it. The hundreds of girls all followed my progress, their heads tracking me. The beat of my heart increased with every step. I hurried along, my fingers flexing and relaxing. My palms grew sweaty.

Sister Nova smiled as she saw me. She stepped aside from the podium as I headed up the stairs on the side of the stage. The row of teachers all nodded to me. The nuns were hard to judge, wrapped up in the wimples, but I saw interested looks from the teachers. I wanted to study them, but everyone was looking at me, making me self-conscious.

“Mr. Derrickson,” said Sister Nova, her smile tight. There was a hungry gleam in her dark eyes, a spark of fire. “Mmm, aren’t you a handsome one?”

“Nice to meet you, uh, Headmistress,” I said.

“Or Sister Nova,” she said, smiling. She took my hand and pulled me alongside her before the podium. I faced out at the sea of girls. Sister Nova squeezed my hand. “Here he is, girls. He’s pretty handsome.”

Laughs and giggles echoed through the auditorium. Sister Nova released my hand while I stared out at the girls. The four genies were out there. One might be beside me. The others were lurking in that sea of beauties.

“Now, I expect all you girls to comport yourselves with poise, modesty, and decorum around young Mr. Derrickson here,” the nun said as her hand landed on the small of my back. Then it moved lower. “I know, I know, he’s a handsome man, but you are here to be educated ladies.”

Her hand reached my ass and squeezed it.

My dick throbbed as this sexy, Arabic nun groped my muscular ass, her voice full of this smoky promise. It was like she was marking me, letting me know that I was all hers. That these other girls couldn’t have a bit of me.

I smiled. A genie posing as a nun? Damn, Kyle was the man. I didn’t know how to thank him. “Thank you for coming up here, Mr. Derrickson,” Sister Nova said, her eyes almost blazing with her lust. She gave my ass a final squeeze. “I’ll be keeping my eye on you.”

I winked at her. I loved the smile playing on her lips. The interest dancing in her eyes. Then I broke away from her and headed down the stairs. I marched past the girls. Their interest in me seemed to have only increased.

I was forbidden flesh. Temptation.

Smoky looks, playful smiles, and dewy eyes followed me to my seat. I sank down between my girls, delight on their faces. It was clear they were looking forward to breaking all three of those recommendations. It would be hot to parade them around on leashes clipped to their nipple piercings wearing nothing but their tartan bow ties, knee-high socks, and Mary Jane shoes.

A fantasy, I knew, but it was powerful.

“Now, we have many new girls starting their first year here,” Sister Nova continued, “so I expect you older girls to be shining examples for them. St. Maria Theodora prides ourselves on producing refined and admirable women to enhance the community. You are all ambassadors of our school. We also have transfer students coming in at all grades, so help them to adjust. They are all in need of new friends.” She smiled. “And I don’t mean being girlfriends to Mr. Derrickson.”

More giggling laughter.

“Now, we also have five new teachers joining us.” She pointed to the group sitting on the stage. “As well as Mrs. Blackwood returning after her two-year sabbatical, please welcome, Sister Anna Petra, Sister Doris Suzette, Ms. Terrence, Ms. Reid, and Mrs. Reynolds.”

All rose at the sound of their name. The nuns were hard to judge their ages and attractiveness, only their pale faces shown around their tight wimples, but the other three teachers looked beautiful. Mrs. Blackwood was Black, and the other two, Ms. Reid and Mrs. Reynolds, were White. None looked like they were the genie, but I had two candidates already.

Things were growing great.

“Okay, that’s all. Let’s have a great year. You are dismissed!”

Chatter burst through the auditorium. Girls were all staring at me, smiling, and giggling with their friends. Aleah and Tania held my arms and looked so pleased with themselves. I was the center of attention, and they already had ties to me. My cute sex slaves.

I had to part from both my slaves, though. They had different classes than mine. I was off to math class taught by a Sister Ester Sarah. I glanced at the map of the building I was provided as part of my enrollment papers. I used it to navigate through the halls, passing girls. I nodded at them and grinned. I loved the attention. This was incredible. The only guy amid all these nubile beauties. Young, teenage girls bursting with hormones and needing an outlet.

I found my class. Sister Ester Sarah turned out to be a slender nun with a tan face and brown eyes. She nodded to me as I entered and found a seat in the back. All the girls were looking at me. One of the Black girls I saw on the walk in, the one with dreadlocks, sat before me, while a girl with dark-brown hair sat beside me, a winsome smile on her face. One of the last girls to arrive was an Arabic cutie with her black hair gathered in a braided plait that fell down her back. She had dusky-brown skin and a delicate face. She had a petite build and a nervous cast, hugging her math textbook to her stomach.

“And here’s my other transfer student,” Sister Ester Sarah said. “You’re Havva, right?”

The girl nodded. Her eyes glanced to me and then she looked away, her cheeks blushing. I smiled. Was this the Jann? Sweet and innocent, shy and submissive? Another transfer student. Kyle wanted me to have fun sussing out the genies, but at a Catholic school, Arab girls were going to stand out.

“You can sit where you want,” the nun said to the new girl. “I’m going to go over the primer and our lesson plan, the level of math we’re going to cover this semester.” She smiled at us, her wimple wrapped about her face. Nuns were hot. They hid their bodies, but they were women beneath.

Sister Nova proved that.

Sister Ester Sarah passed out the primers and started talking about her expectations of us. She walked up and down the room between our rows of desks. She wasn’t fierce and stern like I expected from a nun. She was pleasant. Sweet, even. She seemed to know many names already, having taught these girls for the last three years.

About ten minutes in, a knock came at the door and a girl popped her head in. “Sister Ester Sarah, the Headmistress would like to talk to the new students.” She glanced at me and grinned, her short, brown hair swaying about her face. “Right away.”

“Oh, sure,” said Sister Ester Sarah. “Corey and Havva, please, follow Jennifer.”

I wondered what this was about. Havva looked even more nervous about this than I did. She bit her lip as she rose. As I headed past the Black girl with dreadlocks, she thrust her hand out and pressed something into my palm.

A pair of panties.

I could see a number written in lipstick on the edge. Her phone number? Damn, really? She gave me a smoky look as I headed past. I shoved the panties into my pocket, my dick throbbing hard. Aaliyah had definitely worked her magic on this school.

The pair of us followed Jennifer out of the room. The younger girl, maybe sixteen, sauntered ahead. She kept throwing looks over her shoulder then snapping her head to face forward. Havva walked beside me, her head bowed.

We reached the office and Jennifer led us to a little waiting room off the lobby. It had a group of chairs around a coffee table. There were several religious pamphlets, one on abstinence, scattered across it.

“She’ll just be ten or fifteen minutes,” said Jennifer before she walked out. “Maybe longer. She wasn’t sure how long it’ll take, but she’s looking forward to talking to you.”

“So are you working in the office?” I asked.

“Everyone will rotate through over the year,” she said. “Spending a week working as the office assistant for a period. Gets you out of class.” She grinned at me. “We could talk about it. I would be glad to explain how this school works to you. Maybe after school. I know this great cafe.”

“Maybe,” I said, grinning at her. Bold.

Jennifer smiled and closed the door.

I glanced over at the new girl while pulling out the panties the Black girl gave me. I couldn’t help studying them. There it was, her phone number written in red lipstick across her light-blue panties. She was good to take those off without me noticing them. There was a faint musk about them. Sweet and delicious. She also wrote her name.

Natiqua.

Cute.

“Are those... ?” Havva said and then blushed.

“Just a token from my admirer,” I said and folded them back up.

“One of our classmates?” Havva asked. She stared down at her hands. She rubbed them together, her thighs pressed tight. I stared at her legs above her knees. Smooth and dusky brown. She looked so beautiful.

“Yeah,” I said. If she was one of the genies, the Jann, then I needed to be bold. She would be here to win my affection. To be chosen by me. I placed my hand above her knee. “She wants me to call her.”

“By giving you her panties?” she asked. “Not a note.”

“Well, she’s letting me know why she wants me to call her.” I stroked my hand up and down her thigh, feeling the warmth of her. The silky smoothness of her skin. She swallowed, her cheeks blushing darker. “She’s bold. Some girls are like that.”

“Oh.” Havva shifted.

“Other girls like the guy to be bold,” I said. My hand reached the hem of her skirt. I pressed just beneath it. “What do you prefer in a guy?”

She shifted. “I’m not sure. I don’t know that many.” She rubbed her hands together. “My parents kept me away. That’s why I’m here.”

“All girls school?” I said, my hand creeping a little higher. “They didn’t expect there to be a boy, huh?”

She nodded.

“What do you think about me being here?” I asked, my hand vanishing beneath her skirt. Her leg felt even warmer beneath my hand. Her breathing quickened. She looked so adorable. I just wanted to lean in and kiss her.

“I don’t know,” she said. “This is ... I mean ... You’re touching me ... At school.”

“And?” I pressed higher. My fingers brushed the edges of her panties. “What’s wrong with me touching you at school.”

“The headmistress said we should be modest.” She bit her lip. “This isn’t modest. You have your hand up my skirt.”

“Mmm, I do,” I said, my finger pressing beneath the leg hole of her panties. She was such a submissive creature. I could see it in her posture. In the way she shifted on the chair. Her small breasts rose and fell against her blouse. I felt the heat of her as my finger pressed into the soft down of her pubic hair. “And? Do you want me to stop?”

“I don’t know,” she said. Her voice was so soft.

I leaned in and my other hand cupped her cheek. She looked so confused as I lifted her gaze to meet mine. Her brown eyes brimmed with confused passion. She licked her lips as I leaned in towards her. My fingers slid through her pubic hair.

I found her juicy pussy slit. I rubbed at her hot flesh. As she gasped in shocked pleasure, I kissed her. I pressed my mouth on hers. She quivered as I fingered her pussy. She had to be the Jann. So submissive. So innocent. Just how Kyle described a Jann.