Winning A Genie Harem

Chapter Three: Naughty Teacher’s Wicked Exam

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Note: Thanks to Alex for beta reading this!

Characters

Main Characters

Corey Derrickson: College senior, friend of Kyle Unmei, given the chance to marry one of four genie, each from a different tribe, if he can find them at St. Maria Theodora Catholic School!

Aleah Buckley: Corey’s first sex slave. College senior. He claimed her after Kyle suggested she’d be a good canidate for starting Corey’s harem.

Tania Buckley: Aleah’s younger sister. Corey’s second sex slave. College sophomore. Seduced into the harem by Aleah.

Students

Asra Duff: Senior at St. Maria Theodora, in Corey’s Philosophy and PE.

Bettie Black: Senior at St. Maria Theodora, in Corey’s English and History classes.

Briana Hamilton: Senior at St. Maria Theodora, in Corey’s English and PE classes.

Brenda Nevada: A senior at St. Maria Theodora, in Corey’s Math and Chemistry classes.

Debbie Goffe: Sophomore at St. Maria Theodora.

Franny Keighley: Junior at St. Maria Theodora.

Jennifer Nielson: Junior at St. Maria Theodora.

Hallie Hunt: Senior at St. Maria Theodora, in Corey’s English and Chemistry classes.

Havva Najjar: Senior at St. Maria Theodora, in Corey’s Math class. After eating her pussy and seeing her submissive nature, Corey suspects she is the Jann.

In’am Alfarsi: Junior at St. Maria Theodora.

Lisa Comstock: Senior at St. Maria Theodora, in Corey’s Math class.

Megan Scrivenor: Junior at St. Maria Theodora.

Nadia Rivers: Senior at St. Maria Theodora, in Corey’s PE class.

Natiqua Osbourne: Senior at St. Maria Theodora, in Corey’s Math class.

Regina Florence: Girl who moved in next door to Corey, sophomore at St. Maria Theodora. In Tania’s math class.

Pita Reyes: Senior at St. Maria Theodora, in Corey’s Philosophy and Chemistry class.

Ritsuko Takayama: A Sophmore at St. Maria Theodora.

Rita Pickle: Junior at St. Maria Theodora.

Sheila Thorne: Senior at St. Maria Theodora, in Corey’s History and PE class.

Tammy Fredrick: A Senior at St. Maria Theodora, in Corey’s Math and PE Class

Ursula Bannister: A Senior at St. Maria Theodora, in Corey’s Chemistry class.

Vanessa Shearer: A Senior at St. Maria Theodora, in Corey’s Math and Chemistry classes. Wants a private study session with Corey.

Zahia Qadir: A Junior at St. Maria Theodora.

Faculty

Mrs. Abigail Reynolds: A professor at St. Maria Theodora.

Ms. Allie Reid: Corey’s English professor and the librarian at St. Maria Theodora.

Coach Denise Bennett: Corey’s PE teacher at St. Maria Theodora.

Mrs. Donna Blackwood: A philosophy professor at St. Maria Theodora.

Sister Anna Petra: A nun and Corey’s Chemistry professor at St. Maria Theodora.

Sister Doris Suzette: A nun and professor at St. Maria Theodora.

Sister Ester Sarah: A nun and Corey’s Math professor at St. Maria Theodora.

Sister Francis Jean: A nun and Corey’s History professor at St. Maria Theodora.

Sister Nova Victoria: A nun and new headmistress at St. Maria Theodora. Corey suspects she’s the Ifrit after she initiates a sexual relationship with him.

Ms. Valerie Terrence: A professor at St. Maria Theodora.

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 college 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 college 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 college.

“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, twenty, 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 college. 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 college. Miss Reid turned from the chalkboard. She was one of the new professors 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 professor 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.