**The School’s Dirty Secret**

I never thought my senior year would end like this—bent over the teacher’s desk in the empty classroom, my cock throbbing, my breath ragged, while the entire fucking school lined up to take their turn with me.

It started with the rumors. Whispers in the hallways, giggles in the cafeteria. “They say he’s easy.” “They say he can’t say no.” “They say once you’ve had him, you’ll never forget it.”

At first, I ignored them—until the first girl cornered me in the library. Priya. Volleyball captain, tight skirt, pouty lips. She pushed me against the bookshelf, her hand sliding into my pants before I could protest. “Let’s see if the rumors are true,” she murmured, her fingers wrapping around my cock, stroking me hard as I gasped.

I came fast, embarrassingly fast, and when I slumped against the shelves, she smirked. “You *are* easy.”

Word spread.

The next day, it was two girls—Ananya and Riya—pulling me into the art supply closet. “Hands on the wall,” Ananya ordered, unbuckling my jeans while Riya tugged down my boxers. My cock was already hard, twitching as two sets of soft hands explored me. Ananya dropped to her knees first, taking me into her mouth, her tongue swirling around my tip while Riya pressed her tits against my back, grinding her pussy against my ass.

“Fuck,” I groaned, hips jerking as Ananya sucked me deeper, her throat tight and wet. I came down her throat, and she swallowed every drop before looking up at me with a smirk. “Your turn now,” she said to Riya.

Riya turned me around and sat on the supply table, spreading her legs wide. Her pussy was already glistening, her clit swollen and begging for attention. “Eat me out,” she demanded, and I obeyed, dropping to my knees, burying my face between her thighs. She tasted sweet, her moans growing louder as I flicked my tongue over her clit, sucking it between my lips while my fingers pushed inside her. She came hard, gripping my hair, grinding her pussy against my mouth until she shuddered and went limp.

The girls left me there, cock still hard and aching.

The next time, it wasn’t just girls.

The basketball team found me in the gym storage room. “Heard you like servicing the school,” Rahul said, shoving me onto my knees. “Time to prove it.” His cock was already out, thick and heavy, slapping against my lips. I opened my mouth, taking him in, sucking him deep as the others crowded around me.

“Good boy,” Rahul groaned, thrusting into my throat while another guy—Vikram—pushed his cock against my lips from the side. “Suck both of us.”

I did.

I took them both in my mouth, choking as they fucked my face, my lips stretched wide around their cocks. Pre-cum dripped down my chin, my own dick leaking between my legs.

Then came the teachers.

Mrs. Sharma called me into the empty classroom after school. “I need to discuss your… behavior,” she said, her fingers trailing up my thigh under the desk. “You’ve been *very* popular.”

I didn’t answer—just unzipped her skirt as she spread her legs, her wet pussy glistening under the dim lights. She moaned as I licked her, her hips bucking against my tongue, her hands tightening in my hair.

“Fuck me,” she gasped, pulling me up onto the desk, guiding my cock inside her. She was so tight, so warm, her walls gripping me as I thrust deep, her moans echoing through the empty classroom.

I wasn’t the only student she’d called in.

By the time the principal found me, I was a mess—used, fucked, covered in sweat and cum.

“Looks like you’ve been busy,” he murmured, undoing his belt. “Guess I should test you myself.”

And I dropped to my knees, mouth open, ready to take whatever the school gave me.

Because by now?

I belonged to them.