The next day

You sit in your seat in your first-period class, wondering about that strange letter that you got yesterday. You brought the letter with you and are currently carrying the pass in your pocket. Many of the girls in your class seem to be giving you strange glances. Surely it can’t be... no, you must just be seeing things. The girl who sits to your right, Dani, turns to you. She’s a star volleyball player with a pretty, freckled face, crazy thick thighs, and huge tits.

“Did you really-?” She is cut off as your History teacher, Miss Jackson, enters the room and says, “Alright class, time for the lesson.” What was Dani about to ask you? Could it actually be? Ugh, you feel tense as your teacher goes over the lesson. You listen anxiously, waiting for a time to ask the teacher about the letter. Finally, she assigns the class to work out of the textbook for the rest of class. Nervously, you grab the letter, stand up, and walk over to Miss Jackson’s desk.

Miss Jackson was one of the younger teachers at the school, only about 24, and you had always had a bit of a crush on her. She had red hair, a strikingly gorgeous face, and an amazing body. She had a great set of massive tits that made her shirt look like it was going to burst, wide hips, and a great ass. You don’t know how she gets away with it, but she always wears rather skimpy outfits, usually tight, short skirts, and blouses with three buttons undone. One of your favorite memories of her is a day when she had been wearing a particularly short skirt and you accidentally dropped a pencil as she was walking by your desk. She accidentally kicked it slightly as she walked by, so she went to pick it up for you. As she bent over to grab it, you saw just how short her skirt was, and realized that Miss Jackson likes to go commando. Before you had been Miss Jackson’s pussy, close enough for you to reach out and touch, and you had to resist the urge to do so. You stared in wonder, until she stood back up, turned around and laid the pencil on your desk, flashing you a friendly smile.

This memory was all you could think about as you walked up to Miss Jackson’s desk. You stopped in front of her desk and just nervously stared at her for a moment. Luckily for you, she was leaning over her desk, focused on reviewing some papers. This gave you a great view of her cleavage, as her breasts hung down over the papers. Finally, Miss Jackson looked up from her papers, noticing you.

“Yes, John?” You just stand there blankly for a moment, still staring at her cleavage. You shake your head and regain your composure.

“Yeah, I um, I wanted to ask you about this letter I recieved the other day. I think someone is messing with me.” Just as you are laying the letter down on her desk, a message comes on the intercom.

“Attention students and staff, while we did our best to inform all of you of a recent change to the school, in case any of you didn’t recieve our messages, we wanted to inform you now. Student John Doe has been given the Golden Pass, allowing him to use or command anyone on campus.”

You are stunned. You turn to the rest of the class. They seem fairly surprised as well. You hear snippets of conversation amongst them.

“Seriously?!”

“Why does he get a pass?”

“Well, he is kind of cute.”

You hear Miss Jackson say, “Alright class, that’s enough. Get back to work.” You turn to her, and see that she is holding the letter in her hand. “I’m assuming the intercom just answered whatever you were about to ask me?” You nod, feeling as though you’re dreaming. Miss Jackson, seeing your surprised face, says, “It’s a new approach they’re trying. I hope you like the pass.” As you finally make sense of your new situation, you look back into Miss Jackson’s cleavage. You walk around to her side of the desk.

“So, it’s perfectly fine if I do this,” you say as you tentatively reach a hand into her shirt and grab one of her amazing breasts.

“Of course,” Miss Jackson replies, giving you a grin. You feel her wonderful boob, which you had dreamt about for ages. You unbutton the rest of her shirt, letting her gargantuan tits hang free, and revealing a sexy, flat stomach. You then place a hand on her thigh.

“And it’s okay if I...” you slide your hand up her thigh, under her skirt, and feel her vagina before sticking a finger in.

Miss Jackson giggles a bit and replies “Yes, that’s okay, too.” You feel the inside of her wet pussy. You can’t take it anymore. You pull your hand out of her pussy and roll her skirt up to her waist. “And it’s even okay for me to do this?” You unbutton and unzip your jeans and pull your dick out of your underwear. You grab her by the hips and pull her up to her desk, then place your penis so that it just barely touches her pussy. Miss Jackson, looking a bit more nervous, says, “Yes, but-” she is cut off as you plunge into her, her tight pussy clenching your penis. You immediately begin vigorously going in and out of her. Her vagina wets your dick more and more with each reentry. Miss Jackson moans with pleasure as you push deeper and deeper inside her. You see most of the class looking up from their work, watching, jaws dropped as you violently fuck their authority figure right in front of them, turning you on even more. You lean down and suck on one of your teacher’s tits, becoming more relaxed as the situation continues. You realize that you are reaching a climax.

“So, uh, are you on birth control?”

“Nnnno,” she manages to get out.

You smile. “Good,” you say. Miss Jackson raises her eyebrows. She looks like she is about to say something, but is distracted by her orgasm, which causes her to moan in ecstasy. She attempts to catch her breath, quivering as you blow your load, filling her womb with your seed. You pull out, and launch one final string on her stomach.

Panting, Miss Jackson says, “I was going to say that I have a boyfriend, so maybe don’t cum in me...” you panic for a moment. Did you go too far? “... but, I can see you were pretty horny, and you gave me a good time, so it’s alright.” She smirks at you as you watch your cum drip out of her vagina. “I should have known that I was gonna have to drop my boyfriend anyways, with you about to be fucking me all the time. I can’t believe you’re still hard,” she says, looking down at your dick. You follow her gaze. Sure enough, you’ve still got a major erection, and you don’t even feel tired. You remembered the “extra” part on the Free Use Pass’s instructions. Could that be it? Anbsentmindedly, you reach down and rub Miss Jackson’s pussy as you think.

“Not a big fan of underwear, are you Miss Jackson?” you ask.

“No, I always found it to be restricting,” she replies, as she shakes her chest side to side. She turns back to look at the class, seeing that pretty much all of them are watching the two of you.

“Get back to work class,” then, turning to you, “you should probably get back to work, too, John.” You lean in and give your teacher an open mouth kiss, then pull you hand out from between her thighs and start walking back to your seat. Before you get there, though, you remember something.

“Uh, Miss Jackson,” you begin, awkwardly, “aren’t I also allowed to make changes to the dress code?”

“Yes, anyway you want,” Miss Jackson says, as she starts to button her shirt.

“Well, in that case,” you walk back over to her and pull her shirt back open, “why don’t you stay like this from now on.” She looks at you inquisitively. “So you just want me to leave my shirt open and my skirt rolled up?” She turns her bare ass towards you and gives it a shake. You give it a hard smack and grope a cheek, causing her to jump. “That’s exactly what I want you to do,” you say. You ponder what you want to do next with your newfound powers.