Chapter 3: Naughty Teacher’s Wicked Exam

Corey Derrickson – Tuesday, September 8th

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sit where you like,” she said.

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

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

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

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

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

She arched a burnished eyebrow.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This would be a great class.

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

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

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

My cock was lead in my pants.

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

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

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

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

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

I winked at her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She wore no panties.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Like you?”

She winked a dark eye at me.

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

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

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

Pierced nipples? Nice.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You are a bad, bad teacher,” I said.

She winked at me behind her glasses.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Aleah smiled.

Tania Buckley

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She beamed. “I’m glad I met you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She was so adorable. My Master would love her.

Aleah Buckley

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

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

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

I know, I had cum hard.

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

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

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

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

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