Darren's Law

The morning sun glinted off Darren's laminated certificate like a holy relic as he strutted toward the school gates. For the first time in recorded history, a politician had kept their word and Darren was the unlikely beneficiary.

Billy and John intercepted him at the entrance, their eyes wide with a mixture of awe and envy.

"Tell me it's bollocks," Billy breathed, grabbing at the document. "They can't have actually, I mean you were all over the news last night"

Darren smirked and unfolded the official parchment with a flourish. The gold embossed seal of the Department of Fertility Preservation caught the light.

John read aloud, his voice cracking:

"Pursuant to Fertility Act 13.12, the bearer is legally entitled to demand sexual gratification from any female citizen over eighteen years of age. Refusal constitutes a Class 3 Felony punishable by five years' mandatory detention. Holder must provide own collection cup."

A crowd had gathered. Someone wolf-whistled.

"It's not a free pass," Darren clarified, tucking the certificate carefully into his blazer. "I still have to deposit in an approved clinic afterward. But yeah..." He grinned. "I've basically got a license to shag."

John asked "what if the girl says no"

Darren shrugged and said "Its a matter of law but to be honest if they don't want to I wont make they, I'm not a cunt"

The sea of students parted as Darren marched through the gates. Even the teachers gave him a wide berth, all except wheezing Mr. Fagan, who came huffing after him like an asthmatic bloodhound.

"Darren! A word!" The headmaster mopped his brow with a stained handkerchief. "Surely this... arrangement doesn't extend to school property?"

Darren didn't break stride. "Section 4, subsection B, sir. 'Educational institutions must facilitate compliance.'" He patted his breast pocket. "Would you like to see the relevant—"

"No! No, that won't be necessary." Fagan backpedalled so fast he nearly tripped over his own shoes. "Just... try to be discreet, yes?"

With that Darren walked away, Mr Fagan called out "Its ok there will be compliance issues from the school or staff"

Following his registration class Darren's first class was free to use as a study period, however he had other plans.

With a loud knock he attended at the girls class.

Mrs. Blanch opened the door, her usual predatory smirk evaporating when she saw Darren holding his certificate like a royal warrant. Her espresso-dark eyes darted across the text, then narrowed.

"You can't be serious."

Darren leaned against the doorframe. "Staff room's free, isn't it?"

A collective gasp from the students. Sally's hand shot up.

"Miss? Can I film this for my—"

"NO!" Mrs. Blanche snarled at her class before turning back to Darren. "Five minutes. And you'd better have brought your own—"

"Already got one." Darren jingled the sample cup in his pocket.

The staff room door locked with a decisive click.

Mrs. Blanche crossed her arms over her chest. "Well? Get on with it and be quick."

Darren shrugged "Sorry Mrs Blanch but that is down to you"

Darren settled into the headmaster's leather chair and spread his legs. "Actually, you have to do all the work. Section 2, paragraph—"

"I know the bloody regulations!" Her stiletto tapped an angry staccato as she approached. "This is humiliating."

"Funny," Darren mused, "I seem to recall someone saying that to me last week."

Her dark fingers red nail polished usually so deft with the demonstration model fumbled with his zipper. When she finally freed him, an appreciative noise escaped her lips.

"Problem?" Darren asked innocently.

"Your... proportions are different from the teaching aid." She began stroking with clinical precision.

Darren sighed. "There's another issue."

Mrs. Blanches eyebrow arched.

"Your clothes." He nodded toward the sample cup. "Can't risk absorption into fabric. Against protocol."

For a heartbeat, he thought she might strike him however.

The revelation was worth every second of prior torment.

Mrs. Blanch pulled off her blouse and wiggled her tight skirt to the floor, she was like carved ebony, high pert breasts with nipples like dark chocolate chips, a waist that flared into hips, her ass was large but muscular. The thatch of hair between her thighs was neatly trimmed into a perfect triangle of curly black hair.

"Satisfied?" she spat.

Darren's mouth had gone Sahara-dry. "Don't any of you girls wear underwear?"

The answer came swiftly, her hand resumed its work with renewed vigour, her dark eyes locked onto his as she stroked up and down, turning her grip on his sensitive head and keeping Darren teetered on the edge, she leaned forward and—

SPLORTCH

The first rope caught her square between the eyes. The next two painted her collarbones. By the fourth pulse, her sternum glistened like a bizarre pearl necklace.

"Christ alive," Mrs. Blanch muttered, scraping a red fingernail through the mess. "The simulator didn't prepare me for this volume."

Darren tucked himself away, grinning. "Same time tomorrow?"

She caught his wrist as he reached for the sample cup. "Careful, boy. After me, other women will taste like porridge."

The rest of the morning classes involved the other male students wanting to know the sordid details, he recounted the story several times over and didn't need to embellish it. With more and more questions being asked about how Mrs Blanch looked naked, at one point his own teacher Mr Gray took part in the conversation until the alarm from the teachers own monitoring device sounded.

As the lunch time bell sounded Darren left his friends and walked back to the girls side of the school, he spotted his next conquest.

Sally was waiting by the lockers with Mindy hovering at her shoulder.

"Took you long enough," Sally purred, popping her gum. "I want to be next on your to do list" She leaned close, her Double D's pressing against Darren's arm. "Mindy wants in too. But we have... conditions."

The staff room still smelled of Mrs. Blanche's perfume when they entered. The remaining teachers fled like startled pigeons.

Sally didn't bother with foreplay, she launched herself at Darren, sending them both crashing onto the conference table. Buttons rained down as she ripped her shirt open, revealing breasts that defied gravity and common sense.

Mindy watched from a chair, her pleated skirt already hiked up to her waist her smooth little pussy full exposed. Small fingers worked between her own thighs with terrifying focus.

"You like watching, don't you?" Darren gasped as Sally's mouth engulfed his own, he tasted her bubble gum and his hands went to her large breasts squeezing and pulling at her nipples.

Mindy's only response was to spread wider, her pinkness glistening under the fluorescent lights, a squelching noise coming from each thrust.

Sally pulled the top off her body and stood in front of Darren her double d 18 year old breasts looking magnificent, Darren's mouth went dry and he was relieved that he had already cum once this morning as this would be too much.

Sally pulled went to her knees and pulled the top of Darren's jeans down revealing the his solid cock, glistening with pre-cum.

Sally smiled and in one fluid motion wrapped her lips around the top of his leaking head, Darren jerk at the sudden sensation and his eyes closed, the feeling was unbelievable.

Darren held his breath and closed his eyes only opened them slightly to see Mindy staring back at him her fingers a blur as they rubbed along her wet slit.

Darren noticed that something distracted the Chinese exchange student and she leaned forward pulling up Sally's pleated school skirt from the back with a rye smile she mouthed "No panties" to Darren before her face disappeared deep into Sally's womanhood.

Darren felt her moan through his cock and he wanted the experience to last forever.

Although Darren couldn't see he could hear Mindy lapping away at Sally's honey pot, her right shoulder bobbing up and down as she rubbed her own snatch.

"Oh fuck!"

This was too much and for the second time in hours Darren exploded, Sally emerged with cheeks bulging like a chipmunk storing nuts for winter. She deposited the contents into Darren's cup with an exaggerated plop.

Mindy's face appeared from behind Sally, it was dripping with her juices and in a dead pan voice said "I want some to"

The girls kissed deeply in front of Darren sharing his and Sally's taste until the lunch time bell sounded and it was time for the afternoon classes.

They all dressed and as the left the room Sally turned to Darren and said "oh by the way, my mum said she would give you free taxi rides any time you want"

The rest of the day was a blur but at finishing time Darren left the school spent, with two very full sample cups in his backpack, as he walked away from his friends Billy turned to John with reverence

"That man's a goddamn national treasure."

John shook his head

"No, he's a fucking legend"