Chapter 4: Schoolgirl’s Submissive Lesson

Corey Derrickson – Tuesday, September 8th

Where was Sister Francis Jean taking me?

The nun was pissed at me for showing up late to her class on the first day of school at St. Maria Theodora. She clearly suspected that I’d been fucking a submissive and slutty girl named Bettie Black. I was. I had a hot threesome with the flirty girl and one of my sex slaves in the restroom. It had been a hot time.

I was letting all this attention go to my head. All the girls who were horny for me were making it known. I was the only guy on campus and the naughty, Catholic schoolgirls were panting for me. Some were bold, slipping me their panties, while others were asking me to “study” or “get coffee.” Bettie was the most aggressive and the most submissive. She wanted to be my sex slave, so I gave her a taste.

She hadn’t disappointed.

The nun stalked ahead of me wrapped up in her black habit. I followed after in my school uniform. The red-and-green tartan tie was tight around my neck. I wasn’t used to wearing it. The color matched the skirts of the girls. They all looked so delicious in them.

My friend Kyle was the greatest guy in the world for using his genie’s magic to send me here.

I had two candidates for the four genies I was here to find and woo. I could pick one for my wife, and that would be hard. Already the two I’d met were delicious in different ways. The innocent and submissive Havva was begging to have her cherry popped by me. Innocent, pretending to come from a sheltered home, the “Jann” was ripe for the plucking. The other was the new headmistress, a nun named Sister Nova Victoria. The Middle-Eastern woman was fiery and passionate, aggressive and a mature beauty, the “Ifrit.”

That was where Sister Francis was taking me.

I smiled, knowing that the Arab woman would want more of my cock. She was either a horny nun who had gone fifteen years without getting laid and needing dick so bad, or she was the Ifrit and wanting to make a strong impression. I hoped it was the latter.

Sister Francis Jean led us around the corner to the administration office. She opened the door into the office. The school seemed to forgo using a proper secretary and instead used students. For a week, during a period a day, a student would have to work as a secretary.

Last time, it had been this girl named Jennifer. This time, it was an Arab girl. The headscarf she wore wrapped around her dusky face had the same tartan pattern as her skirt. She wore the same white blouse as the other girls, the tails of her bow tie falling down her chest. She had glasses perched on her face. They were dark-rimmed, making her look intelligent and cute at the same time.

She looked up and blinked. She stared at me, interest in her eyes. I couldn’t help but smile back. She shifted in her chair and looked away. Was this the Marid girl? I hoped so. That would be wonderful to find her, too.

“I need to see the headmistress,” Sister Francis snapped, her voice tight with anger.

“Oh, uh, yes, Sister,” the potential Marid said. She grabbed a phone and hit a button. She glanced at me again and then looked away as she brought the receiver to her ear. After a moment, she said, “Sister Francis needs to see you right away. She, uh, has the new student with her.” The Arab girl bit her lower lip. “Okay, Sister.” She set the phone and nodded her head.

Sister Francis swept back and I followed after. She swept down a hallway, reached the headmistress’s door, and knocked hard before thrusting the door open. Sister Nova Victoria stood up, her wimple framing her dusky face not unlike the headscarf the girl at the desk wore. She smoothed her black habit, an amused puzzlement on her face.

“Has Mr. Derrickson gotten himself in trouble already?” she asked, her large breast swelling the front of her habit. “I’m surprised. He seemed such a good boy when I spoke to him.”

“He was late to my class,” Sister Francis said. “Fifteen minutes. He arrived with another student.”

“Bettie needed some help,” I glibly said. “She was having some personal problems and needed someone to guide her. I made her feel better than brought her to class.” I shrugged. “Sorry for being late.”

“Hmm,” said the headmistress. “That seems reasonable enough.”

“I know you’re new, but you can’t be naïve,” said Sister Francis. “They both were flushed. Glowing.”

“It was an emotional release for Bettie,” I said. “She needed it.”

“I’ll speak with him,” said Sister Nova.

“He needs to be punished,” the nun said. “He shouldn’t even be here. I know this is a trial to have a boy here, but he is already leading one of our students astray.”

“Do you have proof that they were engaged in inappropriate behavior?”

“I have my eyes and a decade around hormonal teenage girls,” she said, glancing at me.

“I will take care of it,” Sister Nova Victoria said, her eyes growing hard. “I will interrogate him and determine what to do. You can go back to your class and resume teaching your students.”

Sister Francis swelled up for a moment. She looked about to object, but there was a hard flame in Sister Nova’s eyes. The teacher sighed and nodded. Then she whirled around and ripped open the door. She stalked out.

Amusement flicked across Sister Nova’s face. The headmistress shook her head, her veil rustling around her shoulders. “Fucking other girls already?”

“Yes.” I gave her a bold grin. “And that makes you hot, doesn’t it. Gets that naughty nun cunt wet.”

A flirty smile flitted across her lips. “Well, you’ve confessed to corrupting one of my sweet and innocent lambs.”

I laughed. “Trust me, there was nothing innocent about Bettie. She was dripping for it. Like you were.”

“Mmm,” she purred. “So now I need to discipline you?”

“You’re not,” I said. Having two sex slaves for six months had taught me to be comfortable dominating girls. “Because you’d rather bend over and let me fuck that ass. You’re aching for my dick to sodomize your wicked bowels.”

“God forgive me, I do,” she moaned. “I’m such a naughty and kinky nun. I’m the one that should be punished. Leading my lamb into such sinful acts.”

“You were hardly dragging me along,” I said, my dick hard. “Bend over. You have any lube.”

“Lotion,” she moaned as she bent over her desk. “Bottom drawer. Pound me hard. We don’t have much time. I need that cock in me. I’ve been thinking about you, getting hotter and hotter.”

“Just flaming, right?” I said, moving around her desk. Her ass wiggled, her black habit fell over her rump. “You like it hot, don’t you? Like playing with fire?”

“Mmm, it makes things so much more fun if there’s a chance you can get burned,” she moaned. “I have a meeting with the board. If they catch us, we’ll be in so much trouble.”

“But you need it,” I said, bending down and opening her drawer. She had a bottle of lotion, Jergens in an ivory bottle. I placed it beside her. I grabbed her habit and drew it up, revealing more and more of her thigh-high stockings cladding her legs. They were gorgeous. “You need my big dick to plunder your asshole.”

I flipped the skirt over her rump. Her ass was cupped by those naughty panties, her rump looking so delicious. The crotch was a mess, soaked and stained with my cum leaking out of her pussy. I hooked her panties and pulled them down just enough to expose her curving ass. Between those beautiful butt-cheeks, in that tight crack, her asshole waited.

I unbuckled my belt and undid my pants. The gray slacks fell down around my ankles. My dick throbbed in my boxers. I shoved those down, my cock popping out and smacking her naked rump. Her dusky skin looked so delicious against my pale-beige cock.

“Oh, god, I need your cock in my sinful asshole,” she moaned. “Bugger me! Make me as wicked as those depraved inhabitants of Sodom.”

I pressed on the lotion bottle’s pump, coating my hand in the ivory cream. I smeared it over my cock, soaking my shaft. I pumped it up and down, greasing me. I stared at her ass, wanting to eat her out, but she didn’t have time.

That made this hot.

“Beg,” I told her, draping my greased cock over the crack of her ass, feeling the silky-smooth grace of her rump. She felt amazing against me. “Beg for my cock to slip into your asshole.”

“Please, please, Corey!” she moaned. “I’m such a wicked and wanton whore. I need your dick to slide into my asshole and fuck me hard!”

I smiled at her passion. I pressed my cock’s tip down into her crack. I slid down to her sphincter. I pressed against it. “You want my cock to slip into your asshole? What sort of nun does that?”

“A dirty, filthy, kinky nun!” she moaned, squeezing her butt-cheeks around my cock. “One sick of her chastity. I want your cock in me. Slide that big, young cock in me and fuck me hard!”

I thrust.

The greased head of my cock pressed on her asshole. She was tight. I could tell I was breaking in her sphincter. Her tight bowels stretched and stretched around my bowels. I groaned at the feel of her tight ring sliding over my cock. The pleasure surged around my dick. It was amazing. This wonderful, velvety heat that slid over my tip.

I popped into her bowels. She gasped. Her virgin flesh clung about me. I pushed into the nun, loving how she groaned. Her back arched as I slid deeper and deeper into her asshole. I pressed into that wonderful heaven, inch after inch of my cock vanishing into her anal sheath.

“Oh, Lord, I am such a sinner,” she moaned. “That’s incredible. I’ve always wanted to do this.”

“You’re going to do all manner of sinful things this year,” I groaned, leaning over the desk. “I bet you want to lick out a girl’s cunt. One of your innocent and pure schoolgirls.”

“Oh, my Lord, that’s wicked,” she moaned, her bowels clenching around my dick. I bottomed out in her. “I’ve never wanted to do that.”

“But you’re going to,” I said and drew back my dick. “You’re going to press your face between her young thighs and nuzzle into her delicious pussy. You’re going to eat her while I fuck you from behind. She might have my cum in her. You’ll have to lick her clean.”

“That would make me such a wicked nun,” she moaned as I drew back my cock. She shuddered. “Lord, save me, I want to do that. Make me eat their cunts! Force me to devour them!”

Her hot bowels massaged my cock as her words echoed through the room. I thrust back into her asshole. I buried to the hilt in her bowels. My crotch smacked into her butt-cheeks. The slap echoed through the room. The pleasure surged through me. I groaned. My balls tightened. I rammed hard into her.

I slammed into her hard. I buried into her bowels and groaned, slapping into her ass again and again. My balls smacked her taint. She squeezed around my dick, her velvety flesh gripping me. The mature and naughty nun massaged my cock with every thrust into her asshole.

Her hot sheath fueled the heat in my balls. The growing flames brought my nuts closer and closer to a boil. I slammed into her bowels, her lotion lubing the way. She gasped and groaned, her hands gripping the edge of her desk. Her black veil rustled about her head.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she hissed. “You’re fucking my ass so hard.”

“You keep making noise,” I groaned, burying my dick deep into her bowels before drawing back out, “that cutie out there will hear us.”

“Miss Qadir?” she gasped, her asshole clenching velvety tight around my cock. The pleasure rippled through me.

“If she does, she might get curious,” I groaned. “She might check up on you.” I pounded her asshole, my crotch smacking into her butt-cheeks. “She might find us, and then what? Will I have to seduce her. Will I have to make you eat her pussy to keep her quiet.”

“Oh, my Lord God, you would!” she moaned, throwing back her head. “Yes, yes, we’d have to seduce her to keep our filthy, naughty secret.”

Her asshole grew hotter around my dick. Her moans echoed through her office as I fucked her. My balls smacked into her taint over and over. The heat swelled in my balls. The ache grew at the tip of my dick, every plunge into her tight sheath brought us closer and closer to exploding.

“I’d have to lick her schoolgirl pussy!” she moaned. “I’d have to eat her out! Oh, my God, yes!”

Her asshole rippled around my plunging dick. I savored the feel of her rippling bowels. The heat danced around me. I buried into her anal sheath hard as she came. Her asshole sucked at my cock. That wonderful, convulsing flesh brought me closer and closer to cumming in her.

I pounded her. My nuts ached. I buried to the hilt in her spasming asshole again and again. Blood pumped hot through my veins. I stared at the door, hoping Miss Qadir would enter the room. To have a threesome with two of the genie candidates would be so hot.

“Beg for me to cum in your asshole!” I snarled, wanting to make more noise, on the verge of erupting.

“Yes, yes, cum in my slutty, sinful, dirty ass!” the Ifrit nun moaned. “Fire that jizz in me! I’m such a wicked nun! Lord, help me. Give me your jizz, Mr. Derrickson!”

I slammed into her and erupted.

My cum spurted hot and hard into her bowels. The powerful blasts of jizz fired into her. The pleasure slammed into my mind. Sparks exploded across my thoughts. I groaned as my dick erupted over and over. The ecstasy surged through my body.

“God fucking damn, you’re amazing!” I snarled as her hot flesh massaged my erupting cock.

Every spurt shot rapture into my mind. I shuddered as my balls unloaded in her. She moaned, her bowels wringing my cock dry. I hit the pinnacle of ecstasy and hung there for a wondrous heartbeat. Then I panted, my orgasm passed.

“Mr. Derrickson,” she whimpered. She breathed heavily, her asshole’s rippling slowing around my cock. “Oh, Lord, I needed that. It was better than I’d imagined.”

“Than all those depraved fantasies you had while lying alone in your bed,” I whispered, “masturbating that hot and naughty nun-cunt.”

“Yes,” she moaned, the potential Ifrit committed to this fiction that she was a nun. “Oh, Lord, you’re going to make the school year wicked. I wish I could keep you.”

“We’ll see,” I said as I pulled out my cock. “Maybe I’ll choose you.”

She just gasped as my cock popped out of her asshole. Her sphincter squeezed shut, trapping my cum in her. I drew up her panties and grinned. Then I pulled up my boxers and pants, getting myself straightened up while she stood and smoothed her habit.

“Well, we didn’t get caught,” she said, taking my arm and leading me to the door.

“This time,” I told her. “Maybe Miss Qadir heard everything and is fingering her pussy right now.”

“Ooh, let’s find out.” She grabbed the door and ripped it open, gazing down the hall.

Peeking around the corner, the front desk out of sight, appeared Miss Qadir’s face, wrapped up in her headscarf. She blinked behind her glasses at the sight of us. “Any instructions, headmistress?”

“Yes, escort Mr. Derrickson back to his class,” the headmistress said, her hand sliding down my back to squeeze my ass. “Let’s make sure our only male student doesn’t get lost. We need to take care of him. He’s special.”

“Of course, headmistress,” she said, her dusky cheeks looking a little darker. A scarlet tinge to her face. She pushed up her glasses and stepped out, her skirts flowing around her knees. She wore black tights beneath. “Mr. Derrickson, if you would...”

I broke away from the nun and sauntered to the Arab schoolgirl. I held up my arm to her. “Miss Qadir.”

She bit her lip and took my arm. Her cheeks were even brighter. I escorted her to the door, holding it open for her, and then we were in the hallway. She had a pleasant smell around her, something fresh and refreshing. Pure even.

“You, uh, are causing quite the stir, Mr. Derrickson,” she said.

“Corey,” I said. “Call me Corey, Miss Qadir.”

“Zahia.” She glanced at me and then looked away, her glasses shifting on her nose. “That’s my first name.”

“Beautiful name,” I said. “Fits you. Arabic.”

She nodded.

“And how did a cute Muslim girl end up at a Catholic school? Unless you just wanted to wear that tartan skirt.” I glanced down at her legs. “You do look great in it.”

“Corey,” she said, shaking her head, “you are supposed to be comporting yourself with decorum. The headmistress said so.”

“So I shouldn’t say that those glasses set off your dark eyes and the blush to your cheeks make you look enchanting?” I asked. “Or that your headscarf gives you this alluring grace?”

Her cheeks blushed darker.

“You didn’t answer my question, but tried to distract me with your feminine blushes,” I said.

“Hmm?” She blinked her eyes. “Oh, yes, I’m not Muslim. Not all Arabs are. Some of us are Christians. After all, the Holy Lands used to be Christian before the Muslim conquest. Not everyone converted.” She lifted her head with pride.

“That’s great,” I said. “I didn’t know that. You’re good at helping people out.”

“Tutoring?” She nodded. “I am skilled at that.”

“Yeah, an intelligent girl. Always out to learn new things, too, aren’t you? A cute sponge soaking up all the knowledge you can.”

“I suppose,” she said. “Are you needing help?”

“I do.” If she was the Marid, there would be no way she wouldn’t want to please me. The four were competing to be the one I chose. That was part of the game Kyle had set up. “You see, I fucked the headmistress up the ass, and I need you to clean my cock for me.”

It turned out that she could blush brighter. Her cheeks blazed scarlet, setting off the dusky hue of her skin. She squirmed. She clasped her hands together and then rubbed them like she was washing them. Her shoulders squirmed from side to side.

“You are not suggesting...” Her nose twitched. “You and the headmistress...”

“Yeah,” I said, unbuckling my belt right here. The hallway was clear. We had time before classes would be out. “You ever sucked a cock before?”

She shook her head, squirming more. She looked so cute. So alluring. Her tongue flicked over her dark-red lips. She had a dainty nose, and those glasses were so fetching.

“But you want to learn, don’t you?” I grinned at her and cupped her chin. I lifted her head to meet her dark eyes. “You like learning, right?”

“I ... do...” she said, her voice strained.

My thumb swept over her lips. I pressed into her mouth. Her lips sealed on it for a moment. Her eyes widened. I pulled it out and said, “This is your chance to acquire new knowledge and to help me out. To take care of me, just like the headmistress commanded.”

“She didn’t mean this,” she whimpered.

“I fucked her up the ass,” I said. “She was making noise hoping you’d catch us so she could learn how to lick pussy. Your pussy.”

The girl trembled.

My left hand shot down to my pants. I shoved them down along with my boxers. My hard cock popped out. The empty hallways echoed with the rustling of my clothes. With her heavy breathing. Her eyes were dewy behind her glasses, wet and glossy. Passion brimmed in her dark depths.

“It’s time for you to learn not only how to suck a cock, but to clean it.” I smiled at her. “You have to be able to take care of me just like the headmistress said.”

She glanced down at my cock. Her breathing quickened. She clasped her hands tighter before her. She let out a whimper. This cute and adorable sound. Then she looked up at me. “Here?”

I smiled. I had her.

“Here,” I said.

“There’s a restroom. It’s right there.”

“Right here,” I said. I slid my hand from her chin. I grabbed the top of her head. I pushed down on her.

She didn’t fight me. She sank down to her knees. I reveled in this power. This was incredible. Kyle and Aaliyah had created something special here. Something amazing. I would revel in this. I would enjoy every moment at this all-girls’ high school.

She reached out with a trembling hand and grabbed my cock. She held me. Her tongue flicked across her lips. She leaned forward. Her dainty nose twitched as she breathed in. She glanced up at me, eyes wide.

“You really did ... do that to the headmistress,” she moaned, her eyes wide. There was something almost like awe in them.

“Yes, I fucked her up the ass,” I said, smiling at her. “Now, just run that tongue up and down my shaft. Clean off that sour flavor. You’re going to love it.” My hand on her head tightened, the headscarf feeling soft beneath my hand. “You’re made for this, Zahia. You’re going to love learning this skill.”

She swallowed and then she leaned in. She closed her eyes as she neared.

“You need them open to see,” I said. “Stare at my cock as you clean it. Lick up and down it and revel in what you’re doing. Be proud of your task. In learning your new skill.”

“Yes, Corey,” she said, her voice as soft as a flowing brook.

Her pink tongue thrust out. She brushed the bottom of my cock. She licked. Not long, just a quick flick. She shuddered and let out a little whimper. That slut hidden in every girl, that wanton desire that could take them all over, swelled in her. She licked again. Her warm tongue dragged up my cock, polishing my pole.

It was incredible to feel. Right here, in the middle of the hallway, she licked my dirty dick clean. Her glasses shifted on her nose as she licked. Seeing her face framed by the modest headscarf only made this hotter. My dick throbbed and ached at the tip. She bathed my shaft with her warm saliva.

“Like this, Corey?” she asked in that soft voice.

“Yeah, just like that,” I said. “Don’t be afraid to nibble with your lips. Even suck a bit, but don’t swallow the tip. Not until you’ve licked everywhere. Then I’ll finish in your mouth.”

“You mean ... you’re going to ejaculate?”

“Zahia, I’m going to pump that cute mouth of yours full of my cum. You’re going to swallow every drop and love it.”

“Yes, Corey,” she moaned, her voice throatier, her excitement mounting.

Her tongue licked and lapped up and down my cock. She dragged her tongue up it. Her wet warmth bathed me. She cleansed me. I loved it. She shifted her grip to lick around the root. She moaned as she did, savoring the flavor of my cock.

She was gorgeous, maybe sixteen. Zahia blossomed into that slut before my eyes. It was amazing to witness. She flowed with my lust, letting me guide her. Now a torrent of passion welled through her. I stared into the depths of her dark eyes as she ran that wet tongue up and down my cock.

“You like that flavor, don’t you?” I asked. “Another woman’s ass on my cock?”

“I do,” she moaned. She turned her head. She licked and lapped around the tip of my cock. She sealed her lips on the shaft and sucked on the edge.

I groaned as she nibbled up my cock, buffing me clean with those soft lips. She came closer and closer to the tip. My precum bubbled out. The ache in my balls swelled and swelled with everything she did to me.