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The hallway was still deserted as I quickly made my way to the classroom. Lunch was half over, but most of the kids were in the cafeteria in the other wing. I approached the room when...

"Mr. Thomas!" cried the large behemoth, Officer Driver. She was the school's safety officer. I had almost forgotten she was a woman, cause she didn't really look like one. Flat-chested, despite her large weight, and short-cropped hair over a homely face always adorned by reflective sunglasses. I gulped, afraid that she would try to **** me or something.

I thought of fleeing, but her solid stare could be felt from behind the glasses, and I followed her to a small room and former utility closet.

I sat at the one desk while she stood. "As a representative of the Clark County Sheriff's Department, as well as the State of Nevada, I am obligated to go over the legal and moral ramifications of your status under local, state, national, and international law."

She spent the next hour going over age of consent (or, rather, majority), a "promise not to ****" that the school board enforced, my responsibilities as an educator, what could happen if I attempted to rob a bank. Basically, I wasn't allowed to "overtly terrorize" the community, or I could find myself in an EDP prison - a secret location where criminal EDPs were kept under sedation and fucked unknowingly by hired guards.

This was all boilerplate given to students with the disease, with some scary language put in that I felt was a stretch from reality. Still, I didn't expect to test its veracity by going on a killing spree. Also, I value human life.

Things I were now allowed to do were innumerous. Fucking anyone, anywhere, at anytime was the main one. Most sex crimes did not apply to me. Hotels, even five-star ones, would give me rooms for free, or allow me to pick any occupied or unoccupied room. Prisons, regular ones at least, would allow me entry if asked. I could probably go into the White House or Area 51 if I brought along a floozy to fuck.

"And just sign here. Initial here, here, and here. Put your thumb print here..." I followed along with her inane babble. "And that will be it. If you want to fuck me, go ahead. Otherwise you're free to go to class."

"Thanks," I said, uneasily, as I brushed by her to exit. "And don't forget, John D. Thomas... I'm watching you!"

"Yeah, you and everyone else," I muttered under my breath.

When I finally got back to class, it was already half over. My teaching assistant, Noelle Czerny, who was a year older than me, was quietly grading exams as I entered. The rest of the class were studying or just doodling or whatever. These were the smart kids, but some of them were too smart.

Noelle and pretty much all the girls in class perked up when I entered. "Oh, hi Mr. Thomas. We were just having a private study session while you were indisposed. I suppose this is to be expected. Did you fuck any cute students?" she said with a smile as the class listened in.

I decided the tension was too much. "No, I signed paperwork. Miss Czerny, would you please rise and stand out in front of me."

Uneasily, she did so. "Who here wants to fuck Miss Czerny?" Most of the guys and a couple of the girls raised their hands. "Miss Czerny, please remove all your clothes and hand them to me."

Without a word, she began stripping. Her shoes, socks, dress slacks & panties, shirt, and bra, in that order, were removed. I sniffed her panties and confirmed that she was aroused. She removed the band from her ponytail, letting her brown hair loose, as well as the crucifix from her neck and the engagement ring from some boyfriend.

I asked again who wanted to fuck her, and got the same response. "Miss Czerny," I said, tossing her pile of clothes on the floor. "Suck my cock." She did, like an expert that betrayed the cross she wore. This was my advanced placement class, so many of these students had never seen a live blowjob before. Although in this day and age, I'm sure they'd seen online video. Some were even surreptitiously recording this.

I didn't want to cum in her mouth, so I used a little bit of self-control to stop her thorough fellatio, and told her to get on the desk. She followed without complaint, getting on her side and staring at the students, as I positioned her in a way that everyone could see my penis insert into her vagina.

There was a bit of resistance - so she was a good Catholic girl - as I attempted to ram into her. She grunted in pain as I eventually broke through the barrier and buried myself to the hilt. The few voyeurs were now openly brandishing their phones as I ordered Noelle to smile for the cameras.

She was a virgin and I, still, a near-virgin, so I may have failed once more to bring her to orgasm. Still, I gave her something as I exploded into her cunt. My semen leaked out, as I prevented her from taking her clothes.

"D-do you want me to just sit here naked?" she said, her voice trembling.

"No. Lie back down on the desk. Class, now who wants to fuck Miss Czerny? It'll be sloppy seconds, and she's also pregnant with my child, probably."

Curiously, more hands from the women rose up. Perhaps they thought it would lead to sex with me. "Alright then, line up."

I ate Miss Czerny's snacks as I watched her get pummelled by all the boys in class. One lucky stud took her anal virginity. Another one just came on her face. The first girl tried to masturbate Noelle, to no avail, but the second one showed expert cunnilingus, and gave Noelle her first orgasm. I had a feeling those two were going to be lifelong friends.

Pictures and video were being taken all around, as I sat naked with my feet up, mere inches from the Captain of the Chess Club prematurely ejaculating on Noelle's thighs. The class bell rang, but none of the students in line made any effort to leave. My last class of the day trickled in to this surprising site.

"Come in and get in line if you want to fuck Miss Czerny!" She might have had something to say here, but she was presently licking the twat of the Charlotte, the school newspaper editor, while Govan, the foreign exchange student, busted the fifth nut of the day inside this teaching assistant.

She and I lost track of time and pretty soon the day was over.