PA Announcement

It was Mrs. Idleman, the school secretary, and formerly known as Miss Lorena (Wilder) before her marriage about a month ago. She had probably the biggest tits I ever saw. Although I never actually saw them. Yet.

Those tits entered my mind as I heard her voice overhead:

"Attention students. It has come to the attention of the faculty via Nurse Thompson that one of our very own has come down with Three-Hour Syndrome, or Erection Dependence as it is more commonly known today. This would be senior John Doe. If you see any overt sexual behavior, it is likely at his insistence. Do not interfere and, for all the of-age students, if asked to participate, you must agree with whatever he demands of you. We will be handing out expulsions and calling the police if anyone turns down his sexual demands..."

I was feet away from the front office, and pushed through some freshmen to break into the door. Mrs. Idleman looked up and smiled as she continued:

"...If you have any questions, please see a faculty member or one of the security guards. We are all trained in state protocol on how to handle a high school student with Erection Dependence. I can happily report that Mr. Doe is actually in the main office as I speak and appears to be about to fuck me. Yep. I repeat, he is pulling off my panties now and, oh God, he has inserted his fingers into my person. *ng* He wants me to inform you that he will be fucking me now. Oh, right in the ass! Fuck! I was not prepared for that, students. Yes. Okay. Jesus... Sorry. Right now he is fucking me in my... yes... He wants me to say, verbatim, that he is fucking my cunt. His dick is pounding into my pussy as he has ripped off my shirt and is squeezing my tits.

"Fuck... Okay. He wants me to further inform you that anyone is invited to the main office to partake in... okay... sloppy seconds he says. That means further fucking of my cunt. Yes. Cunt. He is still fucking my cunt. I repeat. He. Is. Fucking. My. Cunt. Fuck..."

There was a long pause as everyone in the school waited in rapt attention to the announcements, hearing only stifled moaning on a lower frequency than normal.

"And that is it, students. I can happily report that Mr. John Doe has finished ejaculating within me. Yep. He is also taking pictures of the … creampie, he's calling it. I'm being informed that these pictures will be posted online. Again, if anyone wishes to fuck my cunt, you can find me in the main office."

She turned off the PA system and smiled at me, as I had backed off and continued to film her dripping pussy for proof that I had just cum inside. Fuck, I just impregnated her even.

"Thank you, John. Is there anything else you need?" she said, unalarmed by her nudity or my filming after we had just fucked.

"Your wedding ring," I said. She handed it over, a clear diamond studded piece from her new, wealthy businessman husband. "And all your cash." She found her purse nearby and handed me $350 bucks and a credit/debit card. "That card's to my personal account. It has about $30 grand on it right now, but if you need cash, there's a $5000 limit to how much you can pull out at one time. My pin number is 6021."

EDPs aren't supposed to enrich themselves - it's one of the rules of the EDP Compact according to the pamphlet Nurse Thompson gave me - but she was giving me these things with no qualms. Maybe because we had just had sex, and she believed I needed her financial assistance to maintain a healthy, sexual lifestyle. My nerdy friend Tom walked meekly into the office, with a couple other boys loitering outside of the large windows and nodded at me wordlessly. I pointed, with my eyes, towards Mrs. Idleman, and they both got the hint, as she rose and took Tom by his hand. He was fucking her on the school couch as Principal Mathis came up behind me.

"Mr. Doe," she said with her stern voice. Principal Sondra Mathis was the sternest of stern faces. She could make a librarian roll her eyes at the stereotypical look. She was also fairly old, albeit clearly fit, underneath her covered-up attire. "I see you are adjusting quick to your diagnosis."

She seemed ready to lecture me, or at least go over the requirements this school had on EDPs, but I shut her the fuck up. "Strip." I said to the old woman in a commanding voice. "Get... the fuck... out of your clothes. Right now." I had no desire to see what this old hag looked like naked, not like Mrs. Idleman with her big tits, but I was on a power trip. I would command the top brass at my sexual whim.

She may have given an harrumph or something, but was soon removing the last of her garments. Her pointy old-timey bra was unlatched, and her breasts came spilling out almost to the floor. "Fuck," I said in distaste at the sight. She rolled her eyes and slipped down her black granny panties, as I frowned at the gray bushel of hair before me. I reached in, feeling for cobwebs. I found a surprisingly soppy mess. "You like this?"

"I seem to enjoy the idea of helping you get off. I've also, historically, had a penchant for humiliation, which seems to be what you are trying to accomplish." She was so methodical about it, as she gestured towards the windows, where a large crowd of students had assembled to watch my sexual assaults.

While I did love the power trip of it all, I really had no desire to bag the old bag, as I asked her her age just to be sure. "I'm 67." She said. Yep. Too old to impregnate (safely). I nodded to the next boy standing at the doorway, and he came in. As I set up the school's AV equipment and filmed the Captain of the Football Team pound the school principal on my order, while Tom and a couple more friends took turns fucking Mrs. Idleman, I decided to look up the school schedule. The activities before me were broadcast to the entire school - a testament to my power, as I chose to forego my scheduled course in third period Geography with Mr. Hollings, and instead picked a suitable target in another class.