Principal O'Halloran

I felt in perfect health as I arose and grabbed Principal O'Halloran. 20 years my senior, I didn't care as I tore her skirt off and ripped off her panties and pantyhose. "What the...?" she said, dumbfounded at my violations.

I was coming out of a daze, and only had sex on my mind. She had countered all me ideas and had belittled me as "not a real teacher" over the past year, so I wanted to fuck her, literally if not figuratively.

Nurse Fredericks held her back, as Superintendant Callow pulled down my pants and exposed my cock. The two worked in unison to help get the confused principal in position for me to fuck her.

Which I did, on the cot in the cramped nurse's office at LCHS. Principal O'Halloran realized what I was doing, and why, and offered little resistance as I pumped in or out. I was not a good lay, and I'm sure my audience and my redheaded cunt knew that, as I came within her with little fanfare. I merely grunted and collapsed, my cum oozing out from her.

"You feel better, John," said the Superintendent. I did. All four of us made our way out of the small office, with Principal O'Halloran oddly not bothering to cover up her ripped pantyhose and exposed red bush, stained with flecks of white. "I hope you don't fuck too many students. Stick to your studies and don't disrupt every class." She stormed bare ass down the hall, the first woman I physically loved, to confused looks by the student body.

Speaking of student body, Cathy hugged me from behind, giving me a quick peck on the cheek. "So it's true, you are an EDP. Karli was so confused when I sucked your dick. I knew I was right."

I ogled her sexually, openly in front of these two faculty members. No one responded with worry. I was Cathy's height, about 5'11", by my eyes were pointed downward. She hugged me from the side, and my hand instinctively grabbed her left breast. I dropped my hand.

Cathy frowned. "You can grope me if you need to. Here let me make it easier." She unbuttoned her shirt and unlatched her bra, quickly appearing topless in this busy hall. I paid no heed to anyone else as I admired her pearly globes.

"Attention students," started the announcement which knocked me from my gaze, "Mr. Thomas, teacher of Advanced Mathematics and AP Calculus, has been diagnosed with Phalarsenasthenia, also known as erection dependence or three-hour syndrome. He requires sexual release every three hours. State and federal law, as well as this school's policy, requires that all students of age acquiesce to any sexual demand he may make. Please do not approach him for sexual activity. He will approach you if necessary. That is all."

The announcement had the opposite effect, as several young women approached me and the topless Cathy, all with one thing on their mind.

Then the lunch bell rang.