STORY: Sexy High School Girls: Season 1 (Episode 10-12)

Sexy High School Girls – S01 E10

[RECAP: Millson used tact and wisdom to extricate himself from Dzifa’s trap. He thanked God for giving him that wisdom ]

{Dzifa’s Point of view }

God,I could have been a little more smarter. How on Earth did I allow this ‘milli teacher’ to outwit me?

I thought it was real. He acted it so nicely.Now, I’m totally embarras
sed. After that embarrassment, how would I see his face in class again. It will be very difficult for me. What I felt for him was very deep. I thought by telling him I love him, he would change his mind about me but all those tricks failed.

“Hmmmm,”
I kept wondering what exactly made sir Millson behave so differently from the rest of the interns who chase my mates like c—s running after hens.
Was it his home- training, religion or personal decision. I knew for a fact that most people would tell you they are christians but in reality they are simply hypocrites. Surely, I don’t want to be the judge of their behaviour but Mr. Lamptey Millson was a unique teacher and he’s so dear to my heart.
Admist my tears, I vowed, “Sir Millson, I will always love you. I tried to control my tears from spilling.

Now I lost a game I paid for with my body. Perhaps, let me tell you how I ended up in my teacher’s room in the first place.
****
Sir Kwame had been proposing to me for quite a long time but I often told him I’m not interested in him. Somehow, he got to know I’m interested in his friend Millson rather.

One day he told me to come and see him at home. I told him bluntly I won’t come. To my amazement, he laughed out loudly and Said, ” oh, I thought you will do everything to get my friend Millson. Maybe I’m wrong. You are not serious afterall.

At the mention of Millson, I became interested and asked him what he meant. He said if I am interested I should meet him at his house.
Curiosity took the greater part of me and I rescindedmy earlier decision and went to his house.

“I can help you get access to my friend’s room if only you cooperate with me,” said Kwame.

I don’t understand, please explain.

“Hahaha, I’m happy I’m getting your attention now. The truth is, Sir Millson gave me one of his keys to keep for him so that if the one he’s using get missing , he will come for the spare key I keep for him.

Along the way , we had a misunder
standing. I thought he will come for his key but it was apparent he had forgotten about it.”

I became excited and say, “please give it to me.”
Kwame said , ” not so fast lady. If you really want to have access to Sir Millson’s room, you need to allow me taste the sweet waters in your honeypot. That’s the deal.”

I smiled at sir kwame. My dear readers, isn’t it funny. Kwame was lusting after my body but I didn’t like him that much. I was lusting after Mr.Millson but he didn’t love me too. Love could be frustrating at times.

I told kwame I won’t have sex with him. I stood up and left. On the way, I changed my decision after weighing his offer meticulously. Maybe that is the only chance I had. I returned to him and said, ” I will do it , for the sake of sir Millson.”
He smiled with satisfaction and said, “thanks for your cooperation.

He kissed my earlobe and helped me undress. I could see he was already “rock hard.”

He began kissing me passionately with his soft lips. I let out a soft moan and wrapped my arms around his neck. He gently pushed me onto his bed and mounted me and kissing me incessantly.

He ripped my shirt off me, revealing my laced bra. I had my eyes closed and felt his lips move from my mouth to my neck and slowly made his way down to my chest. He spotted the cleavage between my breast and used his mouth to explore it. A moan escaped from my mouth.

I unzipped his trousers and his ‘joystick’ popped out ready to gobble my sweet pie.

He touched my inner inner thighs lightly and moved his hands slowly in the direction of my V-spot.
“Kwame ” I moaned.

“Yes?”
Suddenly, his ‘joystick’ became very aggressive as it advanced towards my pit of pleasure.

Then , it plunged itself into the forbidden hole. The sweet sensation was spontaneous, much to my amazement.

I was enveloped with immea
surable pleasure. “Ughhh, ahhh, ummm, wow, rock me hard, rock me, please rock me hard, ooohhhhh, my God!!!!!!!”
I moaned. “Oh kwame, Oh kwame,
Oooooohhhhhhhhhh.

As you are already aware , SEX IS my HOBBY. Sex is fun. I love it.
Please don’t judge me. I know you are not a saint either. like it or hate it, what I said about sex is true.

I really enjoyed every bit of it even though Kwame was just a means to an end.

Then I said, “oh, my God, oh, oh , Millson, oh my babe Millson, I love you so much.”

Kwame stopped sexing me and gazed in awe. I realised too late that I was unconsciously calling ‘kwame’ as Millson.

“You have breached the terms of our agreement. Go home. I won’t give you the key. Why should you be calling me Millson?”

I knelt down and began begging him. I even cried to him to give me the key and promised to give him another round of sex after I seduce sir Millson.

He asked if I will give it to him even if I fail and I assured him I will.

He smiled gleefully. He gave me the key.

So that was how I ended up in sir Millson’s room. I paid my way in with my feminism. When Sir Millson requested for a condom, I rushed back to kwame and he gave me one. Hmmm. All these efforts came to naught.

****

The next day, in the night

You remembered I promised giving kwame another round of sex. It’s an obligation I had to obey though my mission had failed. I headed
towards his house. Soon, I reached there and knocked on his door. He opened the door and ushered me in.
“I’m here to do as I promised you, even though my mission failed.”

Kwame said, “If I were to tell you your mission will fail, you wouldn’t have believed me. Trust me, Sir Millson will never allow you to have sex with him. He’s a highly religious, principled and hard working man. My advice to you is to leave him alone and be my girlfriend. If you keep forcing yourself on him, you will hurt yourself. Don’t say I do not warn you. I’m just…”

“Shut up. Let me give you what I promised you and go.” I cut him short.

I put off the lamp and laid beside him. Before I could say jack he started touching my sensitive spots. I began kissing his chest, sending sensual signals to his charged hormones. I kept on kissing him clinching his t–s with my lips .He took charge and laid me on my back. He tickled my t–s and other sensitive spots . I moaned. Then it happened again in his room.

******

The thought of Millson, my love one ,rejecting me was too difficult to bear. He hurt me so much and inasmuch as I love him,I wanted to retaliate. As I kept wondering what to do to hurt him back for embarras
sing me, I remembered the Disciplinary committee (DC) of the school.I decided to report him to the headmistress.

The following day, I made a complaint to the headmistress about him. I lied to her he always tried to harass me sexually despite the fact that I warn him severally against such unprofessional conduct. The headmistress was quite surprised to hear that. She said, “this intern is well spoken of by the staff and students.I find it hard to believe he’s sexually harassing you. Well, I will do my own investigation before summoning him to a Disciplinary Committee.”
It hit me hard. I wished the headmistress had responded a little more aggressively.

Three Days Later

The headmistress called me three days after I lodged the complaint. When I reached her office, she asked me to sit down. I was quite nervous. There was something about her body language they told me I was not in for a favourable decision.

She said, “Upon my own investiga
tion using a team of experienced teachers , we found nothing concrete on Mr.Millson to back your claim that he tried to harass you sexually. On the contrary, we heard nice things about him like how hard-working he is, how God-fearing , committed and result -oriented he is. This further reinforced my earlier conviction that he is a good intern.

In all earnesty, I think you are simply having a crush on him, knowing very well he won’t respond to your advances so you wanted to use the Disciplinary Committee
(DC) as a conduit to teach him a lesson.”

“My advise for you is this,leave him alone. He’s your teacher,not your boyfriend.”
I left the DC completely embarras
sed. Surely I needed another plan and Kwame is very essential to my next plan. He has become a puppet in my hand. I know how to manipulate him. All the male teachers in my school are the same except …M.I.L.L.S.O.N.

Sexy High School Girls – S01 E11

RECAP: Dzifa revealed how she got into Sir Millson’s room. After a failed attempt to seduced him again, she went back to

the man behind the scene, kwame to fulfil her promise and strategize for her next move.

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>•<Third Person Narration >•<

Dzifa went to Kwame to finalise her plan on how to trap Millson. She knocked on his door and kwame came out.

Kwame: Dzifa, why are you here?

As a girl’s prefect, you shouldn’t be breaking bounds. You should be an example to your friends.

Dzifa: Sir, are you preaching to me?…errr, but you are also guilty and don’t really live by example, with all due respect, I heard you slept with crystalene, my assistant, I mean the Assistant Girls’ Prefect. Is it true or it’s just a mere rumour.

Kwame : Shut up , girl, are you here to interrogate me?

Dzifa: No, sir, I’m sorry. Just that Crystalene said something about you in the girls’ dormitory that got all of us laughing.

Kwame : Like what?

Dzifa: She said you are “hot” in bed. She also said no man has ever made her squirt before but you have done that.

Kwame : So Crystalene share intimate details of our lovemaking with you?

Dzifa: Yea, She’s my friend. We share secrets.

Kwame was quite surprised but he decided not to prolong the conversation.

Dzifa : Now, this is what I want you to help me do to your friend, Mr.Millson.

Kwame: Yes, I’m listening.

Dzifa said, I want you to _____.

[Millson’s Narration ]

I kept wondering how Dzifa got into my room but I couldn’t fathom it.

It was apparent that girl wanted to tarnish my image. I was wondering what exactly I could do to put finality to her adolescent gimmicks. I pray God gave me wisdom to keep extricating myself from the web of that lascivious girl and her accomplices.

Perhaps, my only saviour would be when our internship ended and I left that village.

I then remembered I kept one of my keys with Kwame. But would kwame stoop so low to the extent of giving my spare key to a female student to come and seduce me ?

Well. It’s a possibility. If kwame could sleep with students, why couldn’t he compromise his integrity and give my spare key to Dzifa?

I decided to take back my key from him the next day.

I glanced at my watch. It was 6.00 p.m. I was still reminiscing past events when I heard a knock on my door.

I opened the door and Kwame was there.

“Please come in,” I said.

Kwame : It has been a long time. I know we are no longer friends but I want us to reconcile.

Me : I don’t have anything personal against you.

Kwame : Then why did you break our friendship.

Me : I’m sure you know why. I can’t keep company with a paedophile.

Kwame : meaning?

Me : Meaning someone who find children sexually attractive or sleep with them.

Kwame : Well. Those girls are not children.

Me : To me , they are. Most of them are 16 years old with few now turning 18.

Kwame : Hmmm.

Me : So if you want our friendship to restart, you know what to do.

Kwame : Ok. You have a point there.

Me : Ahaa, my key is with you. Have you brought it?

Kwame : Ummm. No. I didn’t realise you will need it now.

Me : Don’t worry. Tomorrow, I will come for it.

Kwame : Why?

Me : Why why? It’s my key. I have a right to keep it or give it out to whom I desire.

Kwame : Yooo. I hear. But I hope it has nothing to do with Dzifa breaking into your room to entrap you.

Me : Well. It has. You are the only one keeping my key so how did she enter my room when I had not given her my key?

Kwame : I can’t fully answer that question but I guess she stole the key from my room and used it to open your door..

Me: Besides , she’s very close to you know now. She’s your friend.

Kwame : She’s my student.

Me : But how will she know that key belong to me?

Kwame : I can’t tell and I don’t know. I’m just guessing. It could also be possible you forgot to look your door before going to school and she took advantage of that.

Me : Well. It’s a possibility but how will she know my door was not locked.

Kwame: It’s simple. She’s monitoring you.

Me: Yea. That sounded logical.

Kwame : Anyway, I brought you some mangoes. Just a token of friendship.

Me : Thank you kwame. They looked juicy and fresh.

Kwame: Welcome.

Kwame stood up and left. I looked at the Mangoes. They really looked fresh. I decided to eat them before retiring to bed. The mangoes were about seven in number.

‘Cram!’ I bite the mango and became gnawing through one.

Along the way, something came into my head. ” what if these mangoes were poisoned or drugged? Kwame couldn’t be trusted. With that thought in mind, I stopped eating the mango, bathed and went to bed.

I began feeling drowsy when l laid on my bed. I don’t know when sleep stole me from this world but I dreamt Dzifa was making love to me. Then the dream became too real.I was staring in awe at the sight before me. She had big brown breasts with just the right sized nipples with just the right amount of sag to make them look desirable.

Dzifa noticed my attention and gave me a sultry smile.

She jumped up and down and her breast swayed in response. She made a move to pull me towards herself.

“Naw uh…” I responded and jumped back. “You touch me and I won’t be able to stop you from doing anything else. She looked pissed.

She latched on her bra from behind, pulled up the straps and said, You keep me waiting for so long ?”

“Honestly, I don’t know. My emotion was in a whirlwind , so I didn’t remember much from her speech.

She scoffed and shook her head, “Sir, stop playing hard-to-get!”

I suddenly woke up from my dream only to realise someone was actually on top of me, naked with her breast flapping to and fro on my face.

I was stripped naked. She was bouncing up and down on my “joystick” but the tip of my phallus wasn’t submerged in her “honeypot.” Her up and down movement seemed to be a make -believe. But she started directing the Joystick towards her “entry point”.

MY hands were tied at my back.

The entry wasn’t deep but I could feel some sweat sensation on the tip of my “joystick.”

She wanted to sit on it full and have the whole thing buried deep into her through her sweet spot but I turned to the left side quickly and prevented the deep penetration.

I don’t want to enjoy the pleasures of sin.

The room was dark but the glimmers of the moonlit set their way into the room giving it some illumination. The figure of my assailant or seductress looked familiar to me.

She gripped me closer to herself. I tried to free myself from the rope but it was pointless and difficult.

I managed to hit her hard with my chest and she moved away for a few minutes. I moved my tied arms below my legs so that they will come to the front of my body. With my hands still tied but now in front,

I struggled with her. She advanced on me again but I was poised to extricate myself from her grip. The struggle became so intense.

Still she pinned me down forcefully.

Don’t get me wrong, she wasn’t stronger than me but the effects of the mango I ate was still evident.

I was weak. I realized the mango was drugged by kwame.

“STOP IT, I commanded her ” but she was adamant.

Somehow , I felt the rope used to tie my hands loosened. Slowly, I fred my hands.

“If you struggle with me, I will scream that you are raping me,” Dzifa threatened me.

“Go to hell with your threats!” I said with bravado. She held me again.

I SLAPPED her.

When she realised my slaps were becoming incessant and I was over powering her, she began screaming so loudly that even a deaf could hear her.

As she continued screaming ,

a group of villagers bumped into my room with lanterns and saw us struggling. Dzifa was I were naked and she was crying and screaming. She said I wanted to rape her. No sooner had the villagers heard of her accusation than I was subjected to severe beating. They beat the living daylight out of me. I dare say, I was almost lynched.

I was beaten to the point blood was oozing from a deep cut on my face, legs, nose and arms. I was weak and almost fainted.

A man that looked like her father said, “TEACHER, is that how you are? Raping your students? You must be banned from our village.” Soon ,three muscled and fearful looking men arrived at the scene and yanked me off to the chief’s compound admist shouts and condemnation. The time was around 8.00 p.m. Underneath that heckling and condemnation, there were very few discerning people who cast doubts on what Dzifa said. They knew the situation wasn’t really as it seemed.

In the Chief’s cell

The bruises inflicted on my body made me feel excruciating pain. I was beaten for no cause. Here was a school girl forcing herself on me ,

harrasing me sexually but I ended up in the four corners of the Chief’s cell. “Why do bad things happened to good people? ” I found myself asking that question after I had gone through series of beatings for a crime I have not committed.

Dzifa had it all planned out with kwame after she realised I was determined to reject her sexual advances.

I knew she must be smiling by now. No one was ready to listen to my side of the story. To them, I was already guilty.

There was a common saying that you can’t force love, you are more likely to find it when you are not looking.Just like how the Fetridge’s law works. Important things that are suppose to happen do not happen, especially when you are looking. Sadly, trouble found me in the form of love when it was the last thing I was looking for on earth. To me , this thing called love is not the roses that blossomed or the fairy tales that bring magic to our lives. It look more like a figment of our own imagination in which we see ourselves swimming in seas of depthless metaphors.

I was trying to pry into this universally valued sentiment called love whose core mystery was shrouded in inexplicable theories, beyond deciphering as I sat in the cell. It was six feet by four .The walls were thick with a wooden door welded firmly to a pivot hinge.

The cell had only one small

Window. It was no brighter inside than the gathering gloom of dusk.

My pains were exercebated by the bed , which was just a plank of wood on creaky legs, an unguranteed monument, with no mattress, no cushioning and only one worn out blanket. I slept.

The next day dawn, I woke up early and prayed to God.

My lord and my God ,

I felt nothing but hurt and pain.

I feel so broken, my heart is torn apart, shredded by the scheme of the wicked one.

All I can do is wait upon your abundant mercy Wait in this desolate place,

I believe and have an unflinching trust in you that somehow you can meet me and touch me with the anointing of your holiness

I feel too weak to go on.

Drained of all energy I am like a shell, living, breathing, yet so empty. All I want to do is give up.

Give up in this heartbroken time,

And believe that somehow you can restore me.

I find this sadness overwhelming, and too strong

Like wave upon wave of emptiness

All I can do is rest.

Rest within your suffering and hope that through you – Your love, your forgiveness and your strength – I will wake to a new day

A new dawn for my heart and my life.

Amen.

I was in the prayer mood when the door creaked open and two of the Chief’s bodyguards walked in. “Hey, teacher , the time has come for you to be trialled in the chief’s court.

I stepped out of the cell and was taken to the Chief’s palace.

***

Will Millson be found guilty or innocent?

Sexy High School Girls – S01 E12
Trial By Ordeal

[RECAP: Dzifa used Millson’s friend, kwame to drug some mangoes which were given to him. He ate one and slept. While sleeping, Dzifa entered his room again and attempted to made love to him but Millson woke up and struggled with her. She ended up screaming and the villagers came and arrested Millson. He was put in a cell to await a trial]

[Millson’s Narration ]

At the chief’s Palace

The chief and the elders were already seated in the palace when I was taken there. The palace had an aesthetic appeal. The chief’s stool was beautifully designed in golden colors and strange symbols were emblazoned on the walls.

Greetings were exchanged. I was asked to remain standing

The chief spoke through his linguist.

He said , “Did you know about the norms,culture and taboos in this village?

I was silent.

“A case had been brought before me that you attempted to rape one of the daughters of our land. According to our Customs and traditions, rapist are castrated and ban. Now , young man. You are a teacher and much is expected of you as an intellectual. You are supposed to be a role model for the children. Tell me what exactly happened.

I took a deep breath and narrated how Dzifa had been harassing me ever since I came to the village. I skipped certain details but maintain the essentials. I also recounted how my door was broken into, how Dzifa got into my room and finally how I was drugged by my friend to facilitate Dzifa’s sexual harassment and seduction.

A lot of the villagers who heard my recountal were awed. Most of them found it difficult to believe what I said. There were few who believe me.

I was asked to mention anyone who witnessed all the allegations I put across. I knew Kwame had been a witness to a lot of these incidents but I doubted if he would vouch for me.

Nevertheless, I decided to give him the benefits of the doubts so I told the court Kwame was my witness.

“Hmmm.”

It was one of the biggest mistakes I ever made. Kwame said he had no idea about what I said and thus couldn’t collaborate my claims. It was as if I jumped from a storey building, counting on my friend to catch me in the air to reduce my chances of crushing to the ground and dying only for him to look unconcerned as I fell to the ground.

I was however amazed when my mentor Miss Frema came to my rescue. She told the court I was a good mentee who respected myself. She even said it was the female students rather who had been flaunting their bodies around me.

The headmistress of the school also told the court she believed I was telling the truth. She said Dzifa had made false accusations against me before so she was convinced that case was another manipulation. Those words didn’t go down well with the villagers and they accused the headmistress and miss Frema of supporting wrong doing.

Dzifa was called to narrate her side of the story. She said I have been pressurizing her to have sex with me but she kept denying me. She cited so many scenarios I was not conversant with.

She was asked what she was doing in my room at that time. She said,

“I have a problem in Government and asked my teacher to assist me. He told me to visit him in his house so that we would have a congenial atmosphere to study. I asked him when he will be free and he told me he will be free around 7.00 p.m.

So I went to him around that time. At first, he was very cooperative and helped me with some of the confusing concepts in the subject ‘Government’ but an hour later , he began fondling my breast.

I humbly told him to stop but it was apparent he decided not to adhere to my instructions.”

Then he carried me forcefully and laid me on his bed and unclothed me after which he removed his own clothes. I reminded him he is a teacher and I’m a student so he should behave professionally but he told me to shut up. I began struggling with him but he was mega strong. He overpowered

me and was on the verge of insertion when I screamed. I began fighting him until some men came to my rescue.”

She was asked why she went to my house since she claimed I had been harassing her.

She said, “Mr.Millson promised to turn on a new leaf. I decided to take his words for it and go.”

She was asked if she had a witness to support her claim. She said she had six witnesses whom she called as Dzifa, Evelyn, Vivian, Irene,Lucy and Sylvia.

They were already in the Chief’s palace so they were commanded to collaborate the claims made by Dzifa.

I was amazed when the six girls said all that Dzifa said was true and that they were also victims of sexual harassment from me.

After hearing all that, the chief asked me through the linguist if I still stood by my words that I was innocent. I told the chief through the linguist that I was very innocent. Now it was 2 witnesses against 6 witnesses.

The council of elders discussed the issue among themselves and came to a conclusion; they decided that the only way to know who was telling the truth was to invite the chief priest to initialize a trial by ordeal.

The chief priest serves as the mouthpiece of the deity that dwelt in the shrine.He is regarded as intermediaries between humans and the deities. The words of a chief priest were final in all matters because the forces he or she represented were higher than all secular powers.

A few minutes later , the chief priest arrived. After hearing everything, he asked that fire should be set and plenty oil should be poured in a big earthenware pot put on the fire.

Soon it was done. I was summoned by the chief priest to put my hand in the boiling oil in the pot on the fire. The chief priest said if I was indeed innocent, nothing will happen to my hand but if I was guilty, my hand will burn to ashes.

I knew I was innocent but I doubted the efficacy of the chief priest’s medicines. Everyone was looking at me. I was shivering. I don’t want my hand to burn. Then I saw an angel of the Lord in the heavens in an apparition. No one else saw him. He said, ” Millson, do it and shame your enemies.”

Gathering courage, I immediately put my right hand into the hot boiling oil in the big pot on the fire.

Nothing happened to my hand in the boiling oil. Everyone was stunned. The chief priest asked me to remove my hand. Then he turned to the council of elders and said, “Millson had proven himself to this court that he is INNOCENT. The gods have also declared him clean.”

What a relief it was for me to silent my enemies and how embarrassing it was for Dzifa and her cohort to be seen as liars, including their supporters. The council of elders declared me innocent.

It was with great shame that Dzifa’s supporters left the chief’s palace.

I returned home relief and peaceful at heart. I prayed to God;

A Prayer to Endure

Lord, I am weary and don’t know when this “race” will end in my life. I feel like I’ve been running forever, trying to outrun this trial.

Help me to stop trying to outrun my pain but rather run with endurance the race you have set before me.

I know that because of you I am ultimately a victor over the trials in my life.

I know that nothing in this world can separate me from your steadfast love.

Please give me a measure of your love today; give me the strength to endure this trial.

Thank you for your love for me that never ends! And thank you for the crown of joy that awaits me forever in your Kingdom!

[Prayer credit :Adrian Rogers]

☆☆☆ To be Continued…