Chapter 28

With a bit of help from Amara, the rest of my class and I got dressed, cleaned up all the puddles of cum everywhere, cleared up the smell of sex, and fixed any messed-up hair just in time for the end of the period bell. After some quick deliberation with Amara, I decided that the best way to proceed was to have my classmates remember this period only as an unexpected, but enjoyable, dream, one to be remembered but never spoken of. I left a few suggestions to fill in the gaps with vague or ambiguous memories. If asked about their tutor period, they would reply:

“Nothing much,” “same old stuff,” or my personal favourite, “same shit, different day.”

Usually, the school day would start at 8:40, with a twenty-minute tutor period. This was typically used for taking attendance, school announcements, and other minor administrative tasks. Some students used it to finish forgotten homework, and some teachers did occasional pop quizzes.

The rest of the day was split into five, one-hour-long class periods, with two breaks throughout the day. There was a fifteen-minute break at 11AM and a forty-five-minute lunch break at 1:15PM, followed by our last lesson that finished at 3PM.

On the first day back, however, the tutor period was extended by an extra 15 minutes ending at 9:15AM, making our first-period class 45 minutes rather than 1 hour. On the first day back after the holidays, there were usually more announcements and administrative tasks to work through. Things like program changes going into the New Year, timetable and class changes, etc. It wasn’t supposed to be used as an opportunity for a class orgy, but I don’t remember the school rule book explicitly stating it couldn’t be.

That was pretty much the only difference on the first day back. The rest of the week would be more business as usual, aside from the various sports teams and student clubs accepting, recruiting, and trying out new members.

I wasn’t on any teams or in any clubs, so at 3PM, I would be a free man. The twins had both their junior cheer practice on Tuesday and Thursday after school, and performances at large games. They also attended their ballet lessons every Wednesday after school and on Saturday mornings. Their Ballet school’s schedule was synchronised with the regular school schedule, so this would be their first week back since before Christmas.

The twins had been on the junior cheer squad since the first day of Year Seven, and they had been doing ballet since they were five. With all of their experience in ballet, both were extremely flexible, talented dancers, and used to learning new routines, so they were a perfect match for the cheer squad. Being cute, and identical twins to boot, hadn’t hurt their chances of making the team either. Their position in the Senior squad when they got to Year Ten was a sure thing.

This week would end with the first American football game of the year. At the start of each year, we would have a friendly match against a team from the neighbouring town—another local school trying to emulate our school’s success after being Americanised. The games were consistently popular, with a good chunk of the student body, a number of teachers, and parents usually attending despite the cold winter weather. When the weather was more agreeable, there would usually be a bonfire or picnic following the game, letting the students blow off steam and celebrate their school spirit.

My first class of the day was history, which I actually quite enjoyed most of the time. I felt Amara was fairly excited too, which kinda made sense. She had spent most of the past millennia, completely unaware of the passage of time around her. Any trace of her people, and magic in general, appeared to have been completely wiped from the history books. She surprised me when, after taking our seats, she slipped on a pair of stylish, thick-rimmed glasses. She didn’t need glasses to see, her eyesight was beyond 20/20.

“Glasses?” I asked curiously.

“Cute aren’t they? ‘ She asked rhetorically, turning her head toward me and smiling.

“Yeah, they look great on you. I might have to ask you to wear them later tonight” I replied.

“Maybe, if you’re good. We’ll see.” she teased.

The glasses really did look pretty hot, in a geek-chic sort of way. They tied her whole schoolgirl look together really well. At least, that’s what I thought. My fashion sense didn’t really extend much beyond black on black, or jeans and a tee-shirt. Any one of my girls would be a better judge of fashion...

“Okay, class! Quite down! We have an hour’s worth of work to do today in only three-quarters of the time.” Mr. Henderson said before launching into his lesson about the lead-up to the Wall Street crash.

He was one of the few teachers that had been invited back after the new headmaster restructured the school’s staff. This was his last year teaching full-time before retirement, but he still taught with all the energy of his much younger co-workers. He was genuinely passionate about, and loved history, and it came across in his lessons.

After the morning sex with Elsa and Elsie, and fucking half my class in a glorious display of debauchery, I was in a pretty mellow mood, despite the crazy amounts of pheromones and sexual tension that hung in the air in a school filled with teenagers. It was almost palpable, and I used to be one of them. Okay, I still was one of them, but I could do something about it now. Every flash of thigh from a girl in uniform, or every low-cut top had once threatened to make me start to pitch a tent. Now I had better control over myself than most, but the trade-off was being able to feel everyone else’s lust and desires as well as my own. Luckily, those same powers afforded me the ability to affect myself and dampen those supernatural senses.

So, while Amara studiously took notes, I resisted the temptation to start another orgy. Instead, I focused on devising different ways of re-wording my ‘base harem command’ regarding the perception of my powers. The current command had both mine and Amara’s use of powers go completely unnoticed, limiting the girls’ abilities to react to them. Just this morning, the twins had shown that knowing about my abilities could be a real gift. If they hadn’t known, this morning might not have involved Elsie riding a cock that was thicker than a pint glass. Even worse, if they hadn’t asked for it, their big, beautiful, button-bursting new boobs probably wouldn’t be full of delicious milk right now.

I needed to adjust the command I had given them so that Lacey, Pip, Emily, and any future girls I added would still be able to take advantage of my powers, without spilling all the beans to everyone. I wasn’t entirely sure whether I should tell all my girls about my powers like I had my mother, sisters, and Laura, or if I should find some sort of middle ground or compromise where they were unaware, or only partially aware of my powers. I realised about halfway through the class that despite being focused on my own brainstorming, that as long as I didn’t entirely shut out Mr. Henderson’s voice, I still absorbed and remembered most of his lesson.

While I had been weighing the value of continuing to stay in school versus using my powers to graduate early, I was nowhere close to a decision. Even if I did decide to leave school early, discovering this new skill of mine was an interesting development, and it would certainly come in handy in the future, whatever that looked like.

Either way, when the class ended forty-five minutes later, I had several working ideas on how to reword my base harem commands, and was able to remember enough of the lesson that I wouldn’t need to copy Amara’s meticulous notes. I was still no closer to figuring out whether or not I would stay in school, though.

“So, how was your first class at a modern school?” I asked Amara as we made our way to our second period class.

“It was interesting getting to keep my clothes on. Most of my education was much more clothes off, hands on, so to speak.” she answered.

“Sounds like my kind of school. I thought you might find history interesting, after missing so much of the last thousand years.”

“Money lending and investing was much simpler in my time. If you borrowed more than you could repay, you’d wind up in chains and be brought before the Sultan, and he would decide your fate. Usually, until you worked off your debt, whoever owned your debt owned you.” She replied.

“So if you couldn’t pay it back, you became a slave?”

“Essentially, yes. More often than not, men were sold into hard labour, and women into prostitution. Some were lucky, and wound up serving in some wealthy merchant’s household, but many were not.”

I tried to picture a well-dressed stock broker swinging a pickaxe, or mucking out stables, and but couldn’t quite manage it.

It was only a five minute walk to our next class, but even that was enough to set my mind racing with ideas; there was just something so inherently sexy about a girl in a school uniform. I was sorely tempted, but as much as I would like to, I couldn’t turn every class into an orgy. Well, I could, but I shouldn’t. As appealing as a life of hedonism was, I still felt that at least some balance was needed.

On a more personal note, with as many students and teachers that I wanted to screw, I needed to avoid the temptation to add half the school’s population of cute girls into my harem. Some fun and no-strings-attached sex, sure, but the life-altering change of joining my harem? I need to be careful with how I went about doing that. So far, every girl in my harem had seen a significant quality of life improvement since I added them.

Laura escaped her dead-end job, abusive douchebag ex-boyfriend, and sexually bland life. She now had a loving girlfriend, a fantastic sex life, and new family. Emily’s acute nymphomania had been spiralling out of control, making maintaining a job or relationship nearly impossible. Her hypersexuality and hardcore masochism were more than most people could handle; she was a perfect fit for my harem though. I had given her more control over her sex drive, and provided her with an environment where she could let her freak flag fly. She was happy with me and my family, and things were looking up.

Even Pip, whose life had been uncomplicated and happy, had gained something by joining. She had outgrown what her parents could provide, and was ready for the next step in her life, a new stage she could find with my harem. Her own high sex drive and outspoken promiscuity were well suited to the lifestyle I now lived.

All of that’s not to say I would entirely avoid entertaining the possibility of adding a few of my female peers, but they would have to be more than just a “hot piece of ass’ to become a permanent addition to my life.

Despite my day so far leaving me buzzing with sexual energy, the thick air of testosterone and oestrogen surrounding all the students had my cock demanding attention. I had to discreetly adjust myself as Amara and I took our seats in English class.

“Go ahead, master. Indulge a little. Take the edge off.” Amara whispered in my ear, sensing my arousal and extending a hand towards my crotch.

“So many horny girls just waiting to submit to you,” her hands rubbing my cock through my jeans.

While I usually took control in my sexual encounters, I wasn’t overly dominant in the same way my mother was. Even Amara calling me ‘Master’ was usually more a term of endearment than submission. That being said, I wasn’t opposed to playing the role of a Dom with my girls. I certainly got the appeal in making a girl into my sexual plaything, whose only purpose was serving and pleasuring me. I just usually preferred them to be equal and engaging partners. Having been raised in an entirely female household had left me with nothing but love and respect for the fairer sex. Besides, even with all my new abilities, I still felt an almost natural urge to listen to my mother, and the twins knew they had me completely wrapped around their little fingers.

With Amara whispering temptations into my ear, it was hard to resist the urge to outright dominate one of my classmates. She knew what she was doing, and I’m sure that if she had her way, I would add every cute girl I passed to rapidly amass a massive harem of willing and devoted sluts.

“How about her?” She purred, pointing out a girl a couple of rows ahead.

Diana Reed, 16, not a virgin.

I only knew her in passing, but I wouldn’t mind getting more intimately familiar. She was cute. She had the tall and slim build of a runner: long legs, slim waist, smallish but well-proportioned tits, and a pretty face. The leggings, skirt, and tee-shirt combo wasn’t overly sexy, but did a good job of showing off her athletic build. I wasn’t all that into the whole super-fit and ripped girl aesthetic, but could appreciate the dedication it took. I found the slender athletic build Diana had much more appealing than a more muscle bound, bodybuilder shape.

“Or maybe you would prefer her. She seems your type,” she said, redirecting my attention to a short, half-Asian girl.

Suki Hara, 16, Virgin.

She was definitely my type. While Diana was tall and slim, Suki was barely five feet tall and, despite her otherwise petite build, had an impressive pair of C-cups that looked quite large on her small frame. She was cute, sexy, and a virgin to boot!

“Oh, you like her, don’t you, Master?” She said, her hand feeling my cock throb and twitch as I admired my short classmate.

“Just imagine her small hands stroking your cock, her soft lips stretched around your big dick, her tight virgin cunt split by your massive cock. Or maybe you would rather bend her over the desk and pound her tight little ass. Hmm, imagine how hot she would look with your cum all over her face!”

Hot Damn! It looked like I had my target picked out.

Her golden olive skin from her mixed-race heritage was a few shades lighter than Amara’s own tanned complexion. Suki looked to have inherited most of her features from her Japanese mother rather than her British father. She had a kind of Ariana Grande look going on, only with bigger tits and Asian. Her height and overall petiteness was pretty spot-on with the sexy, pint-size pop princess.

Once the class was underway, I set up a few commands and spheres to let me make the cute Asian scream her pretty little head off without issue. Unlike the earlier classroom orgy, I added a bit more nuance to my commands. Instead of just cranking her arousal up to eleven, and dropping her inhibitions to the point she would give her virginity to anything with a pulse, I looked a little deeper. I focused specifically on her kinks, turn-ons, fantasies, and naughtiest secrets.

Instead of just a fixed command, I tried to tease out her desires, and build her lust slowly until she couldn’t resist any more. At the same time, there was no reason I shouldn’t enjoy myself while she worked herself up. So I gave her a mental command to come over and sit on my lap. No one gave her a second glance as she weaved around the tables and crossed the room.

She was dressed somewhat modestly compared to most of the girls in our class. She wore a tight black cardigan, with just the top two buttons undone, revealing a purple t-shirt beneath. While it didn’t expose any skin, it was tight enough that it made it impossible to ignore the fact that she was surprisingly busty for her size. On her legs she was wearing black skinny jeans with a few stylish rips in them. Her outfit was finished by a pair of plain black plimsolls. Her long, silky, black hair was pulled back in a simple ponytail.

When she reached me, she held on to my shoulders to steady herself as she swung a leg over mine and sat on my lap, straddling me. I gave her a soft mental nudge, and she leaned in to kiss me. She was tentative at first, but slowly grew more confident and involved. She got more and more into the kiss, her body leaning into mine, and a hand reaching up to the back of my head. I let my hands freely roam her compact body, and she responded to my touch, moaning into our kiss.

My mind wasn’t idle during all of this though, I was moving through her mind, searching for areas that connected to her growing arousal, gently feeding and encouraging those sensations. I also accidentally discovered that she was really into anime, and was quite the artist herself. That in itself was of no real note, but then I saw her discovery and fascination with hentai.

What had started off as a vague curiosity, evolved into her watching and reading more sexually explicit content, and eventually to drawing her own lewd scenes. Over time, her tastes expanded from busty schoolgirls, to horny catgirls, before eventually taking a dive down the deep, dark hole that was tentacle porn.

I had watched the first seasons of both Sword Art Online and Death Note, and had even tried the live-action version they made. That was ninety painful minutes of my life that I’ll never get back, but Asuna from SAO was pretty cute. I wasn’t so much into the whole tentacle rape thing, but busty school girls and cat girls was something I could get behind.

I had to physically push Suki back, my hands pressing firmly against her shoulders, to break the kiss. She looked adorably dejected, and whimpered breathlessly, clearly not wanting to stop what we had been doing. Her slightly crestfallen features quickly shifted into a naughty smile as my true intentions became clear.

I made quick work of the buttons on her tight cardigan, which she fought her way out of as I pulled my t-shirt over my head. She purred as she delicately traced the well-defined muscles of my chest with her soft hands, before pulling her own t-shirt off, exposing her large C-cups cradled in a simple black bra.

She leaned in to kiss me again while I reached around her back to unhook her bra. Less than a month ago, I had been completely unfamiliar with the black magic that bras appeared to operate on, and I would have made a complete fool of myself by fumbling with the clasp. Since then, I had had plenty of chances to practise over the Christmas break, despite how infrequently my harem wore them now. I had to break our kiss again in order to slide the bra off her shoulders and down her arms. This had the pleasing side effect of baring her tits to my hungry gaze.

Full, perky round orbs of the same smooth golden olive colour as the rest of her skin, her nipples just a shade darker. She was almost as slim as the twins and only about an inch taller, so her breasts looked quite large on her slender frame. I slid my hands under her ass and lifted her slightly, bringing her breasts closer to eye level, and more importantly, mouth level.

I quickly sealed my lips around a nipple and gently flicked it with my tongue. A few things happened all at once. Suki gasped and let out a stream of Japanese. She thrust her chest forward and pulled my head against her breast as if trying to force more of her tit into my mouth. As that happened, I saw a bright flare of light illuminate her mind.

Following it, I discovered the spike of arousal came from one of her biggest fantasies: lactation. A few months ago, she had stumbled across an anime about busty school girls who, for some reason, had started to lactate. She was surprised at how hot she found it, and it had quickly become her go-to porn. Over the last little while, her newly discovered kind had developed into fantasies about being milked.

I knew I shouldn’t, I had only just been thinking about controlling myself, but I couldn’t resist. Suki’s tits expanded under my power, growing into a mouth-watering pair of DD’s. They dropped a little under their extra weight, as sweet, delicious, warm milk flooded my mouth.

Suki came instantly. Her greatest fantasy became reality as she felt that first gush of milk flow from her tits. Again, she let out a stream of fast Japanese as she shuddered and shook through her orgasm. Leaving her nipple behind, I kissed her with a mouth full of her milk, and she almost came again.

I could have drank her delicious milk all day, but the call of her virgin pussy was just too alluring to resist much longer. I stood up from my chair, her arms and legs wrapping around me, and shuffled forward and laid her down on my desk. Amara calmly moved her pencil case to the side and turned her attention back to the teacher. Unlike the rest of the class, she could see and hear everything that was going on. I had no doubts that she would be getting turned on by what was happening right beside her.

Now laying on her back, Suki quickly realised that with her larger tits, she could lift them to her mouth and suck her own nipples. Caught up in the act of breastfeeding herself, I don’t think she even noticed me peeling off her skinny jeans and panties. Her pussy lips glistened in the light, dripping with arousal beneath a neatly trimmed patch of dark hair as I stepped out of my jeans, I made one last quick check. She felt that she was ready to lose her virginity. She had been ready for about three months and was going to give it to her boyfriend, but the idiot broke up with her before she had the chance to tell him. Now comfortable that I wasn’t doing something awful to a classmate, it was time to get down to business.

Her pussy was already soaked from her recent orgasm. I ran my cock head through her pretty pink lips, the heat of her pussy radiating down my shaft and making my balls tingle in anticipation. I nudged the tip against the tiny entrance to her pussy until the thick head of my cock met some resistance.

That was enough to rouse Suki from her milk-induced stupor, and she raised herself onto her elbows to get a better look, her tits shaking and jiggling on her chest. She looked down to where the tip of my cock was parting her lips.

“Are you ready?” I asked, speaking for the first time.

She bit her lip and looked up at me, and nodded. Her deep brown eyes were bright with passion and excitement.

“I’m ready. I want to feel you inside me.” She said in her sweet, high voice.

I hooked her legs over my arms, my hands holding her slender waist. Then, as slowly and as gently as I could, I pushed my hips forward. There were a few brief seconds of resistance, before her juicing slit gave way, and my cock pushed into her virgin pussy.

“Holy fuck, that’s good!” I groaned. Her pussy was incredibly tight, wet, and hot as it spread around the first 3 inches of my cock.

Tight, wet, and hot: the trifecta of a perfect pussy. The only holy Trinity I would ever worship!

“Oh blessed Inari!” the petite Asian girl gasped.

I had some faint recollection of Shinto from our religious studies class last year, where I was actually in a group with Suki, but beyond remembering that it was her chosen faith, I didn’t remember anything about it.

I pulled back a bit, her lips tightly gripping my shaft as I did, before forcing another inch into her blessedly tight, virgin pussy.

“Fucking hell Suki. Your pussy is fantastic!” I growled, forcing even more of my cock inside her.

The busty, petite teen dropped back flat on the table, her big tits bouncing as she did. She was back to muttering under her breath in Japanese again. I forced my way deeper and deeper into her constricting pussy, delighting in how she felt around my cock. With still another two inches to go, my thick shaft started pushing up against her stomach, making a slight bump.

Laid back as she was, and with her hips slightly raised, Suki’s stomach appeared slightly concave, her hips and ribs clearly defined. She didn’t have the same core strength or muscle definition as the twins, but there was very little excess fat on her body. I pulled my hips back, her tight virgin cunt squeezing me tighter the further I withdrew. With just my head still locked inside her, I looked directly into her eyes and pushed the full nine inches of my cock as deep inside her as I could.

Suki screamed and came again as my balls slapped against her, my cock creating a now-familiar golf ball sized bulge. She grabbed her tits as she came, streams of milk running between her fingers and down her tits. I kept my dick buried inside her, letting her get used to the new invader, and savouring the wild convulsions of her cunt as she came. It was only when they finally slowed down and grew more sporadic that I started to properly fuck her.

I pushed her body to its limits, and possibly a bit beyond, as I pounded her repeatedly with powerful thrusts of my cock. Her tits bounced wildly as I slammed my hips against her ass. She was almost insensate with pleasure, her voice reduced to a cacophony of gasps, moans, screams, and a nonsensical mix of English and Japanese.

After half an hour and nearly a dozen climaxes for Suki, I felt my cock start to tingle and swell as it prepared to deliver its load. With a final grunt, I slammed myself deep into Suki as my balls clenched, and the pressure at the head of my cock reached a peak. The silken embrace of her pussy, never before fucked, overwhelmed my resistance. I let out a strangled cry as my cock erupted, flooding Suki’s virgin snatch for the first time.

The burning hot feeling of my cum splashing deep inside her set her off again as her pussy went wild around my sensitive cock, amplifying my climax. My cock throbbed as I painted her cervix white and filled the teen’s pussy with cum for the first time. The rush of energy I received as I came inside her was so intense I lost my footing.

I fell back into my chair, my cock leaving her pussy with a wet “slurp” sound, and firing a few more strings of cum wildly into the air. Her stretched out pussy quickly, shrunk shut, trapping my jizz inside. Her body needed every last drop to recover fully.

Amara took a thirty-second study break to suck my cock clean, and lick up some cum that had landed on her desk, before returning to her role of a model student once more. I wondered how long she would be keeping up this whole ‘model student’ thing. I had vague plans on enjoying every beautiful girl my school had to offer, and I hoped she wasn’t too focused on learning to join in. To be fair though, she was experiencing an entirely new world, and I couldn’t fault her enthusiasm or dedication.

I turned my attention back to Suki, who was busy trying to process the most intense sexual experience she had ever been a party to, and considered how to handle things. Giving her the same breastmilk enhancements as my mother and twin sisters had was a little rash, and a definite lapse in my self-control. With my mind no longer clouded my lust, I understood that I couldn’t leave things the way they were, but I had come up with a somewhat plausible solution. I slipped into her mind and used her existing memories as a starting point. After a few tweaks, she would now believe that just before Christmas, she had visited her doctor, complaining of painful and swollen breasts.

Her new memories included a number of physical examinations, that all culminated with her starting to lactate mid-appointment. After insisting that she couldn’t be pregnant, and returning a day later for a blood test, her doctor determined that her lactation was the result of a hormone imbalance. Her doctor had told her that ‘galactorrhea’ was uncommon, but not overly concerning.

After the diagnosis, her doctor had initially proposed a number of possible treatment options, but Suki had other ideas. My power created a number of new memories that followed, mostly involving Suki drinking directly from her swollen boobs, and masturbating while trying to squirt milk streams as far as she could manage. The only further change I made was to limit the amount of milk she would produce. She would still produce almost four times the milk that normal pregnant or breastfeeding women would, and if she didn’t express it regularly, her breasts would start to get sore and begin to leak. I left all the other benefits of the lactation add-on, like keeping her breasts from sagging, in place.

I looked around and collected our clothes as Suki slowly sat up, with a dreamy look on her face.

“That was ... Subarashī,” she said, still panting slightly.

“Is that a good thing?”

She nodded eagerly, a wide smile lighting up her delicate features.

“It means amazing, wonderful, terrific,” she said.

“Su-bar-she,” I said.

She laughed at my butchery of the correct pronunciation.

“Su-bar-ash-e,” she said, sounding it out phonetically.

I tried again.

“Su-ba-rash-ye?”

“Close enough.” she said, although I had a feeling it was only to make me feel better about my poor attempts.

As she dressed, we quickly realised a problem. While her tee and cardigan would still fit, although with a few less buttons able to close, her c-cup bra would be too tight and uncomfortable.

Taking a gamble on a theory I had, I quickly checked the other girls in our class. Bingo, Tracy Redman. The girl sitting at the front wore a DD but was actually a C. Talk about false advertising. I had bet on at least one girl padding her bra, and Tracy had done exactly that. Taking Suki’s bra, I swapped it with Tracy’s, sneaking a peek at the other girl’s medium-sized boobs as she casually stripped her top off in the middle of class. She did naturally have nice tits; decent size, nice shape, and cute brown nipples. I didn’t see much of a need for her to pad her bra, but that was her choice, I guess. I decided to give her a small favour, and tweaked her hormones so that over the next few months, her breasts would grow to the D-cup size she pretended to be.