Chapter 5: Schoolgirl Offers a Naughty Reward

Corey Derrickson – Tuesday, September 8th
“Yes, I am a virgin,” Zahia answered. The Arab beauty, her face wrapped up in a tartan headscarf that matched the red-and-green plaid skirt she wore as part of her uniform, bit her lower lip. Then she added, “Master.”

“Master, huh?” I asked, my dick throbbing in my gray pants and boxers. Girls were sweeping past us, noticing us. I was the only guy in the all-girls’ high school. It was all thanks to a wish my friend, Kyle, had made to his genie-wife.

This virgin girl had blown me in the hallways earlier this school day. I believed she was the Marid, one of the four genie I was here to find. Kyle described Marids as intelligent, so Zahia with her glasses and this inquisitive look had me suspicious.

And here she was, begging to suck my cock again. After I taught her how to blow me, my dick dirty with the headmistress’s asshole, she wanted another lesson. This was just delightful. I had enjoyed her nursing on my cock. It was an incredible delight to enjoy. To experience.

We were between fourth and fifth period. We didn’t have much time. I’d already been late to one class, but I had the headmistress begging for my dick. The “nun”—I suspected that she was the Ifrit—was my whore now. She had begged to fuck me, saying she couldn’t stand her vow of celibacy any longer and needed cock.

My cock.

So I couldn’t get in any real trouble. Through her, I would rule this school.

I grabbed Zahia’s arm. She glanced at my hand gripping her arm in her crisp, white blouse. She had a tartan bow tie whose tails fell down her chest swelling the front of her top. I pulled her towards the boys’ restroom. Until today, no boy had attended classes here but there was probably some law saying they needed it.

The boys’ restrooms were smaller, but that was okay. They were private. I pushed her through boldly, not caring if anyone saw us. A few girls gasped and whispered. Zahia would have rumors about her, but that was fine.

If she wanted to call me Master...

“I really enjoyed sucking on your cock, Master,” she moaned. “That’s what I should call you, right? Like Aleah and Tania do?”

Those were my two sex slaves I claimed six months ago, a pair of sisters.

“If I take you as my sex slave,” I said. “We’ll see. You’re in a competition, after all.”

“I am?” she gasped, her eyes wide behind her glasses. She was so beguiling.

“Drop your panties,” I said instead while unbuckling my belt around my gray pants.

“Oh,” she said, her dusky-brown cheeks blushing dark. “I don’t think I’m ready for that.” She looked around.

“I’m not taking your cherry in here,” I said. Though I had taken Bettie’s in here without realizing she was a virgin. “It’ll be somewhere special.”

She relaxed at hearing my words then reached beneath her skirt with both hands. Her tartan skirt lifted up and exposed a pair of crisp, white panties. They had a little, pink bow on the front. Her thumbs hooked the waistband. She shoved them down, her skirt fell down after, hiding anything delicious to see. I licked my lips, eager to see the virgin delights she had.

Her panties fell down her thighs and then past her knees. She dropped them to her feet, her ankle socks having a band of pink lace around them, and stepped out of them. I bent down and snatched up her panties. I shoved them into my pant pockets to join a few other pairs I’d been collected over the course of the day.

She bit her lip as she stared at me.

“I’m teaching you to sixty-nine,’ I said and stretched out on the sparkling bathroom floor. With no one using the restroom, it was squeaky clean. “Straddle my head. I’m going to eat you, and it’s going to feel great. But despite that, you got to keep blowing me.”

“Yes, Master,” she said, her eyes brightening. There was a liquid passion swirling around in her dark depths.

She flowed to me, her skirts swirling around her legs. She straddled my head. I stared up between her thighs. Her dusky flesh led up to this dark shadow hiding that virgin twat. I loved the sight of her. She slipped down to the floor. Her skirt fell around my head, the world growing dark ... This tangy scent filled my nose. It was a wonderful passion.

She pressed a shaved pussy on my face. I was expecting the kiss of her silky bush and not bare, hot cuntlips. Her hips wiggled from side to side. She ground on me, smearing that juicy twat against my lips.

“Master!” she gasped as I flicked my tongue through the slit dividing her plump vulva. I caressed her. I brushed her hymen, feeling that delicious cherry that I couldn’t wait to pop. But it had to be a special time.

The bathroom wasn’t it.

She whimpered again. My tongue traced up and down her folds. I licked her, savoring the tangy flavor of her pussy cream. She was so wet. With her schoolgirl skirt around my head, I was in a dark, intimate heaven.

I licked her again and then I realized she wasn’t doing anything. I brushed her clit, making her gasp, and said, “Remember what I told you.”

“I’m so sorry!” she gasped. “It just felt so good.”

“Better than masturbating?” I asked.

“I’m a good girl, Master,” she moaned. “I’ve never done that. It’s sinful.”

“So’s this,” I said and licked her again, savoring the feel of hot folds of her pussy. “And so is blowing my dick.”

“It is, Master, but I just want it,” she moaned. “You’re such a powerful man. When you offered to teach me, I wanted to learn. I was so weak. That naughty hole you’re licking controlled me.”

“Good,” I said. “Now continue your lesson.”

“Yes, Master.”

Zahia unbuckled my belt as I licked and lapped at her. My hands slid up her thighs and grabbed her naked rump beneath her skirt. She unfastened my slacks then unzipped my pants, that rasp echoing through restroom. She breathed heavily. Her hips rubbed from side to side. Then she pushed down my boxers and groaned at the sight of my cock.

She grabbed my shaft and pulled it out. She sniffed and whimpered, “It’s not sour.”

“I haven’t fucked anyone in the ass since,” I said and then fluttered my tongue up and down her cuntlips. I brushed her hymen. “Or anyone in the pussy. You’ll get that treat, too.”

“Yes, Master,” she said. “So I don’t have to lick all over your cock and just do this.”

Her hot lips pressed against my tip. They slid over that sensitive crown. The pleasure surged down my dick. She sucked on me as she engulfed me. Her tongue danced around my cock. Her hips wiggled from side to side. She ground her twat on my mouth. I licked and lapped at her snatch, her tangy juices soaked my tongue.

It was incredible. She worshiped me while I devoured her pussy. She sucked with such enthusiasm, proving what she’d learned. Her tongue swirled around my cock, caressing me like the gentle currents of a stream. Her juices dribbled out of her cunt. They soaked my mouth. I caressed up and down her, teasing her.

My fingers gripped her asshole as she sucked with hunger. She slurped and worshiped me. I groaned as she bobbed her head. Her tongue danced around me. Her hips wiggled from side to side. She soaked my mouth with her tangy, virgin juices.

“Damn,” I panted, my balls tightening whenever she sucked. “You’re amazing. You learned your blowjob lesson.”

She moaned around my cock. She sucked hard. I could tell how much she loved it. She was into it. She danced her tongue around my cock, building and building my orgasm. My tongue caressed through her folds. I brushed from her clit to her hymen over and over.

She loved my tongue on her little pearl.

Whenever I brushed her bud, she squealed. Her hips wiggled from side to side. I savored the delight of making her squeal. My tongue circled her clit. I fluttered against it. Her rump clenched beneath my fingers. Her skirt rustled around my head.

She sucked hard.

Her hands grabbed my cock’s base and my balls. She stroked me. Fondled me. She played with them while she squirted on them. I sucked hard on her bud. I nibbled on her. Sucked on her. She bucked on me, smearing her hot cunt on my face.

I soaked in her juices.

I reveled in Zahia’s twat.

My fingers kneaded her ass while my tongue fluttered up and down her virgin slit. Her sucking mouth built and built the pressure at the tip of my cock. She kneaded my balls, full of my cum. She massaged my nuts, sending jolts of to the crown of my dick.

“Damn,” I growled. “You’re great, Zahia. Really love sucking cock. Mmm, a virgin cocksucker. Love it”

She whimpered and nursed.

The bell for the start of fifth period rang as I sucked hard on her clit. She squealed around my cock. Her hips bucked. Then her juices gushed out. She came, bathing my face in her virginal passion. I licked up her delight, loving the taste of her tangy cream. Her hips danced, her ass flexing beneath my kneading fingers.

She sucked so hard on my cock as she did. She slurped on my cock. She bathed it with her tongue’s warmth. Her passion gushed out of her like a flowing river while my balls swelled. The pressure rose to the tip of my cock.

“Fuck!” I growled. “You’re amazing, Zahia!”

My cock erupted.

I flooded her mouth with my jizz. My hot cum pumped hard into her. She swallowed. Her noisy gulps echoed through the bathroom. I loved it. My body bucked as this sweet, Arab virgin drank my jizz. My tongue licked at her pussy, gathering her flood of cream.

It was incredible.

It was this amazing treat to enjoy.

It was fantastic. She swallowed my spunk. She gulped it down with eager hunger. She whimpered and moaned. The final blast of my cum fired into her mouth. My orgasm hit that peak. I groaned, my body buzzing with the delight of this moment.

Her tongue danced around the tip of my cock as I came down from my climax. She shuddered, her own high dwindling. She kept nursing on me like she wanted more cum. Was she addicted to the taste of my jizz?

Hot.

“You were great,” I said. “You learned how to sixty-nine like the natural cocksucker that you are.”

She slid her mouth off my cock. “Thank you, Master. It’s such a wonderful thing to do. I love it.”

“Mmm, I’m glad. You’ll get more chances. I’ll try to have my dick soaked in pussy juices so you can have a real treat next time.”

“I think I’d like that,” she said. “But ... That sour flavor...” She whimpered like a panting bitch.

“I’ll fuck someone in the ass, too,” I told her. “Don’t you worry.”

“Thank you, Master,” she moaned and rose off of me.

I panted as her skirt lifted. Light spilled around me. I blinked. I licked at my lips, savoring her tangy flavor. She smoothed her skirt and pressed up her glasses. She had some of my cum on her chin along with her drool. She went to the sink and quickly washed her face.

I buckled up and stood. “We should get to class.”

“Oh, yes,” she said, her eyes wide. “I’ve never been late to a class before.”

“Just lie and say you got lost,” I said and finished buckling up. I scooped up my bookbag.

“That won’t work, I know this school,” she said.

“Just tell her you were following the headmistress’s order to help out newcomers and that’s why you’re a few minutes late,” I told her. “Let’s go.”

“Yes, Master.”

She hurried over to me and took my hand.

We emerged into an empty hallway. I had chemistry next, and we quickly had to part. I rushed around the corner and took a flight of stairs two at a time. I darted towards the classroom and burst in a few minutes late. It was a chemistry lab with workbenches instead of desks, each one with the gas spigots and bunts and burners on them. Everyone was sitting on stools instead of sits. The nun, Sister Anna Petra, glanced at me.

“Lost?” she asked me. “You looked flushed. Running around?”

“Yeah, sorry,” I said and looked around. I spotted Aleah with Vanessa, the girl from my first-period math class who asked me to tutor her. My sex slave, her red hair in pigtails, gave me a naughty grin and motioned to me. “Just ... overwhelming, you know.”

“I bet, Mr. Derrickson. I believe Miss Buckley is saving a stool for you,” she said. “She says she’s your girlfriend?”

“Yeah,” I said.

“Sorry, ladies,” the nun said as I sauntered by, “there’s no point in wasting those youthful hormones on Mr. Derrickson, he’s in a committed relationship.”

A look of panic crossed Vanessa’s face. She was a busty, black-haired girl, her tits stretching out that wonderful blouse. Aleah leaned over and whispered something that relaxed Vanessa. I took my place between the two girls at the bench, dropping my bag beneath the table. Both girls were standing instead of sitting, so I joined copied them.

“Master, I negotiated a ‘study lesson’ with Vanessa,” Aleah said, her hand sliding over to rub across my crotch and squeezing me. “During lunch tomorrow.”

“Yeah,” Vanessa said. Then she passed over a pair of blue panties with white lace on her waistband.

“Looking forward to helping you practice some things,” I said, slipping the panties into my pocket. It was bulging with panties now.

“I promise to pay you with anal sex,” Vanessa answered.

Aleah had a broad grin on her face as she groped my cock. She was clearly proud of arranging that. I put my hand on her ass and gave her rump a squeeze. She shuddered. She definitely deserved a reward later on today.

Sister Anna Petra went into her safety spell, talking about safety goggles and warning about chemicals and what to do if someone was contaminated. The entire time, I was standing between two sexy Catholic girls, one my sex slave and the other offering me her asshole. The magic Kyle’s genie wife put on me gave me sexual stamina.

Despite all the fun I was having, I was hard. Aleah squeezed and kneaded my cock. My naughty sex slave glanced at me, her small breasts rising and falling in her blouse. She looked so wicked. She massaged me.

Then she unzipped me.

“Naughty,” I whispered.

She slid her hand into my pants. I groaned at the feel of her sliding into my fly. Vanessa glanced down, her eyes widening. Shock rippled across her face. She shot Aleah a look. My sex slave winked and then pulled my cock out the slit in the front of my boxers.

She stroked my cock as the nun was going over the use of the eye-washing station. I stared at her talking while that delicious hand pumped up and down my cock. Vanessa squirmed beside me, her large breasts jiggling and bouncing in her blouse. She bit her lip. Her skirt swayed back and forth as she squirmed.

She was just a delicious treat.

“Why don’t you put a down payment on tomorrow’s study session,” I said, my voice coached low.

“Mmm, yes,” Aleah purred. I gave her ass a squeeze as she wiggled beside me. She slid her soft hand up to the tip of my cock and massaged my crown. She rubbed the precum into the tip. The pleasure surged over me. “That sounds perfect.”

Vanessa’s hands, currently resting on the gray counter dotted with flecks of white and black, twitched. Her cheeks were scarlet. Her left hand slid off the counter. She drifted down and brushed my cock near the base. She slid her fingers around me. Held me tight.

Aleah nodded and released my cock. My sex slave was happy that I was getting pleased. That this sexy girl was pumping her hand up and down my body while I darted my eyes around the room, staring at the other girls. Brenda from my Math class was standing beside Hailee from my English class. Their skirts fell over their rumps as they watched the nun miming how to use the eyewash station.

Vanessa’s delightful hand slid up and down my cock. She pumped with slow strokes. It made getting through the tedious safety checklist bearable. My balls tingled. The cum built pressure in my balls. Her hand massaged the tip, stroking it.

“Just like that,” I said beneath my breath, my eyes falling on Sister Anna. She was a slender nun. She was one of the new teachers introduced at the welcome assembly, a bright smile on her pink lips. What did she look like underneath that habit?

Vanessa’s wonderful hand pumped faster and faster. She stroked me with that delightful grip. The pleasure shot down to my balls. My nuts twitched as the pressure built. My eyes studied the girls in the class. There was a cute brunette with some of her hair braided and hanging over the rest of her hair falling straight down her back. A cute, Hispanic girl with nut-brown skin, who was bent over two stations before me, had her plump rump hugged by her red-and-green tartan skirt.

God, I loved this. My cock throbbed in Vanessa’s grip as she pumped her fingers up and down my dick. The pleasure built faster and faster. This wonderful explosion that would burst from me. I didn’t make a sound as it built.

I squeezed Aleah’s ass hard.

She smiled. “Enjoying yourself.”

“I am,” I groaned.

Sister Anna Petra began discussing the various equipment. My eyes fluttered. The pressure soared. She had such a round face. Pink lips that begged to be kissed. To be wrapped around a dick. My heart pounded faster and faster.

My cock erupted.

Hot jizz spurted from my cock and splattered against the inside of the counter. The pleasure fired through my body. I grit my teeth to keep from grunting. Waves of darkness washed across my vision as the rapture slammed into my mind.

Vanessa pumped her hand faster and faster. She worked that delicious fist up and down my cock. My cock spurted over and over. My body shook. I squeezed hard on my sex slave’s ass. I pressed my fingers into her crack.

“Damn,” I groaned as I spurted a final time. “You are definitely getting that study date tomorrow, Vanessa.”

“Good,” she panted, her hand sliding up and down my cock, working out the last of my jizz. Watery cum poured out of the tip of my dick. She pulled her hand away and gasped at the milky jizz running over the back of her hand.

“Lick it up,” Aleah said as she grabbed my cock and started putting me away.

Vanessa glanced around and then quickly raised her hand to her mouth. She lapped at the milky jizz right there in class. Her pink tongue swept out. She licked it up and a large shudder ran through her body.

It was impressive.

I trembled, my heart pounding in my chest. Blood rushed through me while I buzzed with rapture. It was a treat. My chest rose and fell. I panted, my tie feeling so tight about my throat now. I straightened as my sex slave finished zipping me up.

“Now this is an Erlenmeyer flask,” Sister Petra said, holding up a cone-shaped beaker with a flat bottom, unaware of our fun.

Soon, Chemistry came to an end. I took Aleah’s arm and swept out, seeing all those girls staring at me. Hailee pursed her lips and winked at me while the brunette with the braids just had this look of jealous longing on her face.

“You have fun at PE, Master,” Aleah said. “Maybe they’ll let you use the girls’ locker room.”

“Coed changing?” I asked, grinning at her.

“I’m sure you’ll be there by, say, Friday.”

I laughed louder and gave her a kiss. “Have fun in math.”

She grimaced. “I’m going to need your tutoring, Master. Of course, you know I’m more than willing to pay the anal price.”

“Remind me to fuck you up the ass and have Zahia suck me clean,” I told her.

“Ooh, yes, Master,” she moaned and then gave me another hot kiss that had girls whispering and giggling and talking about us. Aleah had a big grin on her face when she broke the kiss. Then she whirled around, her fiery pigtails dancing.

I headed to PE. I passed my other sex slave, Tania, on the way there. She was two grades beneath me, so we had no classes together. She flashed me a sultry smile as she sauntered towards me, her strawberry-blonde hair dancing about her head. I caught her and kissed her on the mouth.

She squirmed against me, her round breasts pressing into my chest. She was Aleah’s younger sister but had the larger tits. I broke it and said, “Have fun with your study date with Regina.”

“And you have fun on your date, Master,” she said and broke away.

A girl gasped, “I heard he was dating a senior girl. Now he’s kissing her.”

“I hear he’s dating them both,” another said. “And that they’re sisters.”

“Kinky.”

I loved it.

I strolled through the halls, loving the sights. Bettie passed me and gave me a hot wink. I spotted virginal Havva who trembled as she smiled at me. I thought she was the Jann. I was still searching for that Si’lat. There had to be a slutty, Arab cutie around here somewhere. A brassy-haired girl wearing black tights gave me a winsome smile as she walked by.

I caught a glimpse of the athletic girl with the sleek, black hair walking ahead of me as I approached the locker rooms. She headed into the girls’ space and paused. She glanced at me, a smile on her lips and a look of studious inquisition on her face. She examined me for a moment and then she walked into the locker room.

I followed into the boys. It was small. Hardly any lockers, one shower, and not much else. I stripped off my uniform, my cock already bulging hard. I pulled on my uniform, a white t-shirt that fit tight and had the school’s crest of arms stitched into the fabric over my heart. The shorts were red, matching the same hue as found in the tartan skirts. I laced up my jogging shoes and closed my locker.

I didn’t bother with a padlock. Who would come in here and steal it?

I headed out to the gym, the entrance located between the girls’ and boys’ locker rooms. The girls were coming out in their tight t-shirts and red athletic shorts, showing off some cute thighs. They smiled at me.

“Hey, Corey,” said Briana, a blonde with freckles on her face. “Guess it’s lucky for us that you’re in our class.”

“Maybe lucky me,” I told her, glancing at her legs. “You look cute in that.”

Her friend, a girl with light-brown hair, giggled and whispered. The pair swept in. I was about to follow them when I groaned. The goth girl stepped out of the locker room and froze. She glared at me. Her pale face tightened. Her black lips pursed tight. She wore her athletic t-shirt and red shorts, too, her tennis shoes black. She had a spiderweb tattoo on her inner thigh.