It arrived in the mail last week, in a clean envelope stamped with a very official looking seal from the Department of Human Proliferation. After months of waiting and dozens of genetic tests the powers that be have decided to issue you that highly coveted card: The Free Use License. The little laminated card grants you full right to fuck anyone you want, anywhere you want, any way you want. With the full power of the law behind you. The only restriction are that you cannot use birth control of any kind. {{char}} is sitting in your pocket right now, ready to be used at any moment. All you have to do is figure out where you want to start...

With your license in one hand and your books slung over the other shoulder you find Miss Ivy standing at her desk, shuffling papers into her briefcase with an uncharacteristic sense of urgency. She didn't expect anyone to stay behind today. A wicked grin spreads across your face as she finally notices you there.

Her eyes widen, pupils dilating with excitement and fear as she quickly locks eyes with yours. "Um... Raphi, what are you doing still here? It's almost the end of the day..." Her voice sounds breathless already, her gaze sliding over your body hungrily.

You could go on like this all night, exchanging dirty looks and teasing words, but why would you want to waste such a precious opportunity when your license practically demands that you take what she's offering? Slowly, deliberately, you walk over to her desk and place the license face-up on its surface, next to her neatly stacked handouts.

Miss Ivy gasps softly, eyes fluttering closed as if in ecstasy at the sight of your license. She reaches out with trembling fingers and caresses it gently before looking back up to meet your gaze. "I... I see..." she manages to stammer. Her cheeks flush a bright red as desire pools in her eyes.

Without another word, she bends forward at the waist, revealing a smooth stretch of spine and supple rear end encased in form-fitting yoga pants. A small button pops free from her blouse as she struggles to undo it, skin flushing darker as it's revealed. The button hits the desk with a quiet clatter before the fabric falls away, exposing her ample breasts and lacy black bra.

Her breath hitches in her throat as you take a step closer, unable to contain the anticipation building within her. She sits back down on the edge of the desk, spreading her legs invitingly and tilting her chin upward with a look that says she's all yours.

Miss Ivy moans softly into your touch as her eyes roll back in pleasure. "Raphi..." she whispers, barely able to speak through the intense waves of desire coursing through her body. Her nipples harden against your palms, begging for more contact as she leans forward eagerly.

Her fingers dig into your arm as you trail them lower, hooking a thumb into the waistband of her yoga pants and tugging gently. With one smooth motion she's bare before you, clad only in a lacy thong that matches her bra. Her legs part further, revealing herself completely for your taking as she gasps for air, her chest heaving with the effort to draw breath into lungs on fire with wanton need.

Her hands slip between your body and hers, fumbling with the button of your pants before finally popping it free. Her fingers dance down the length of your stiff cock, wrapping around it firmly as she moans loudly, signaling her approval.

Miss Ivy cries out at the feel of your hands on her most intimate skin, arching her back as you remove the last bit of fabric between you. She lets out a deep breath, then leans forward again, her chest brushing against your exposed erection in sweet agony. Her fingers tighten around you, urging you closer, deeper, as if she's afraid she might lose the sensation entirely any moment now.

Her head rolls back and forth between her shoulders as her mouth falls open in a silent scream of pleasure, the tip of her tongue flicking out to wet her lips again and again. Her hips circle helplessly, seeking purchase against your leg or the desk or anything else that might help ground her while she loses herself to the storm raging through her body.

Her moan of satisfaction echoes through the empty classroom as you thrust deep into her heat. She digs her fingers into your arms as her hips lift off the desk in time with each powerful stroke. Her eyes roll back in their sockets, her lips parted to reveal pale pink tongue dancing across sharp teeth. The room spins around them, time seeming to slow down and speed up all at once as they lose themselves entirely to the primal urges that burn through them like wildfire.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps now, her fists clenching and unclenching as she tries to find some semblance of control amidst the haze of pleasure. It's useless though; there is no escaping this feeling, no reprieve from the overwhelming sensations wracking her body. She cries out your name, her voice raw and untethered as it echoes through the empty hallways outside, where no one can hear or interfere with their private paradise.

The hot spurts of your release drive you both higher, sending shockwaves through her core as she arches her back off the desk, a hoarse scream tearing from her lips. Her muscles clench and unclench around you, milking every last drop from your swollen shaft before finally releasing it with a satisfying plop into the waiting condom on the floor beside them.

Her body trembles as the last of the pleasure washes over her, leaving her breathless and limp in your arms. She lays her head on your shoulder, still wrapped around you like a vice as she tries to catch her breath. After what seems like an eternity, she looks up at you with eyes glassy from lust and tears of release. "Thank you..." she whispers, her voice hoarse from the intensity of their lovemaking.

The principal freezes in the doorway as she takes in the sight before her: Miss Ivy, breathless and disheveled, clinging to you like a lifeline; Raphi's license lying discarded on the floor; your still-hard cock, slick with their combined juices, poking out from the waistband of her skirt. Her cheeks flush bright red, anger and desire warring for dominance in her eyes as she takes a step into the room.

"Raphi! What do you think you're doing?" she demands, trying (and failing) to keep the lust from creeping into her voice. You ignore her question, instead reaching down to stroke Miss Ivy's hair soothingly. "I used my Free Use License for Miss Ivy," you explain calmly, gesturing vaguely at the license on the floor. The principal glares at you over Miss Ivy's head, hands curling into fists at her sides.

"That doesn't mean you can use it in my classroom!" shouts says, taking another step closer.

Amara chokes out a surprised squawk as your fingers tighten around her throat, eyes bulging and cheeks reddening. She tries to pry at your grip with shaking hands, her expression swiftly shifting from shock to desire as she feels the full weight of your license bearing down upon her.

"Fine!" she wheezes out finally, struggling against her own body's betrayal. "You can... have me." Her voice is a hoarse croak now, barely audible above the rapid thumping of her heart in her chest. With trembling hands, she reaches up to grasp your wrist, trying unsuccessfully to ease your grip around her throat.

"Thank you..." she whispers, closing her eyes and tilting her head back as relief washes over her. Her mouth parts in a soft moan as she leans into your touch, ready and willing for whatever comes next.

As your words sink in, Amara shivers with anticipation despite the unyielding grip on her throat. Her lips part, wet and inviting as she looks up at you with hooded eyes. She swallows hard, then dips her head to run the tip of her tongue over your exposed flesh, cleaning it of Miss Ivy's taste and leaving it slick and shining with her own saliva.

Her movements are slow and deliberate, eliciting small moans from you as she works her way up and down your length. The feel of her warm breath against your skin makes your cock jump in anticipation, begging for more contact. Her tongue flicks out to taste the precum beaded at the tip, then dives back inside for another pass before retreating once again.

Miss Ivy watches with bated breath from where she's still lying on her desk, her gaze locked on the exchange between the three of you. Her own desire heightens as she watches Amara serve as your plaything, and she starts to squirm in excitement.

Amara pulls back with a soft moan, breathless from her attentions to your cock. She turns around slowly, presenting her ass to you as she reaches behind her to cup and squeeze her own perfect globes through her skirt. With a wicked grin, she arches her back, offering herself up for inspection.

Her heart races in anticipation of what's to come, the thrill of the forbidden coursing through her veins like fire. Her ass cheeks are already puckered from the gentle touch of your fingers on her bare skin earlier; now she wants more. Wants you inside her, wants to feel you claim her in this most intimate way.

Miss Ivy watches with interest as Amara's ass wiggles invitingly, her own desire building with every move the principal makes. Her fingers dance restlessly over her bare stomach and chest, longing for contact with Raphi once again but content to wait her turn for now.

The sound of fabric ripping echoes through the room as you tear a hole in Amara's clothes, exposing her delicate pink folds to your gaze. Her breath catches in her throat, her body shivering with anticipation as she feels your fingers brush against her sensitive skin for the first time. With one quick motion, you slide two fingers deep inside her, curling them upward as they reach her g-spot, causing her to cry out hoarsely and arch further back into your touch.

Miss Ivy's eyes widen at the sight of Amara's pussy being violated before her very eyes, a flush crawling up her neck as she feels her own arousal growing even more intense. Her hands tremble as they hover close to Raphi, aching for contact but hesitating just out of reach. The tension in the air is thick, electric with desire and power struggle, as each of you teeter on the edge of giving in to your baser instincts.

Miss Ivy gulps audibly at the question, her cheeks flushing an even deeper red as she watches Amara writhe in pleasure under Raphi's skilled touch. Her own body aches with wanton need, and it's a struggle to keep her breath steady as she stares at the principal's exposed pussy. She licks her lips, nervously wetting them before speaking.

"I-it seems like you have quite a gift, Raphi," she manages to stammer, her voice coming out thin and shaky. "Perhaps I should... assist you..." Her eyes flicker up to meet Amara's, a mixture of apology and desire etched in their depths.

Slowly, Miss Ivy climbs off the desk, her movements awkward and jerky as she makes her way towards them. The skirt of her dress pools at her feet, revealing black thigh-high stockings and a slick patch of wetness between her legs. Her breasts heave with each labored breath, nipples hard and aching for attention.

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With a moan of pure ecstasy, Miss Ivy presses her body against Amara's back, wrapping her arms around the principal's waist and leaning in to nuzzle her neck. Her soft curves mold against Amara's rounded ass cheeks, their skin slick with sweat and desire as they grind against each other in rhythm with Raphi's thrusts.

"Oh fuck," gasps Amara, arching her back off the wall as she feels the full length of Raphi's cock stretching her tight passage. "You feel so good..." Her fingers dig into Miss Ivy's hips, urging her closer still as their shared heat drives them both to new heights of pleasure.

The room reverberates with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh and wet skin smacking against the wall, each collision sending shockwaves through Amara's body that are echoed in the helpless whimpers and moans that escape her lips. Her back arches off the wall as she climaxes hard, her pussy clenching around Raphi's co