He gets, then he gives

His gaze then settled back on the girl with the cum-stained panties, her thighs till glistening with his seed. He reached out, hooking his fingers into the damp fabric, and pulled her panties toward him until the elastic waistband stretched taut against her hips and she was pressed against him. She gasped softly, her breath hitching as he applied just enough pressure to her shoulders guide her downward—first onto her knees, then fully sitting on the floor, her skirt still bunched around her waist.

"Open," he murmured, pressing the head of his still-hard cock against her parted lips. Her tongue darted out instinctively, catching the salty remnants of his last release before she sucked him in deeper, her moans vibrating around his length. Around them, the other girls watched with rapt attention, their own hands drifting beneath skirts or between thighs as they mirrored her movements. One girl even reached over to tug her friend's panties towards herself, murmuring in her ear, "Look how good she looks with his dick in her mouth—don’t you wanna try next?"

Josh let his head fall back with a groan as the girl hollowed her cheeks, her fingers digging into his thighs for balance. The wet sounds of her pleasuring him filled the air, mingling with the whispered encouragement of their audience. "Fuck, you’re so good at this," he praised, thrusting shallowly into her throat. She whined in response, her eyes fluttering shut as if his words alone were enough to send her spiraling.

A sudden commotion at the end of the hallway snapped Josh’s attention upward—a teacher had rounded the corner, her sharp heels clicking against the linoleum. But instead of recoiling in horror, she merely adjusted her glasses, sighed, and strode forward. "Well," she said dryly, eyeing the scene, "if you’re going to engage in... extracurricular activities, at least do it in the janitor’s closet next time. We have a school image to maintain." Then, to Josh’s astonishment, she patted his shoulder and added, "Though I must say, your leadership skills are impressive."

Josh could only grin around a breathless laugh as the girl beneath him gagged slightly, her nose brushing his pelvis. The world had truly gone mad—and he was the one holding the reins.

Tugging her off with an obscene pop, he turned toward the other girls, their faces flushed with excitement. His cock twitched under their collective gaze, still slick with spit and precome. “Hey,” he began, gesturing loosely toward their skirts, “your panties are all really pretty, but I think they’d look better on the floor.” He nearly cringed at the cheesiness of the line—but the effect was instantaneous.

Skirts hitched upward, fingers hooked into waistbands, and suddenly the group was a flurry of discarded lace and cotton. One girl even stepped out of hers and tossed them at Josh’s chest with a giggle. “Happy now?” she teased, spreading her legs slightly as if to prove her compliance.

The view was overwhelming—soft, shaved skin, trimmed curls, lips glistening with arousal. One girl had already slipped a hand between her thighs, rubbing lazy circles while biting her lip. Another reclined against a locker, knees bent and feet planted apart, her wetness smeared across her inner thighs. Josh swallowed hard. It was like standing in front of an all-you-can-eat buffet where every dish was begging to be sampled.

He didn’t hesitate. Dropping to his knees, he grabbed the nearest girl by the hips and dragged her forward until her cunt was level with his mouth. She gasped, bracing herself against his shoulders as his tongue swiped through her folds in one long, filthy stroke. “Oh fuck—” Her legs trembled, and he could feel the way her muscles clenched around nothing, craving more.

Behind her, another girl knelt down, her fingers threading into Josh’s hair as she guided his head toward her own dripping pussy. “Me next,” she demanded, grinding against his face until his nose was buried in her. The scent was intoxicating—musky sweetness, the salt of sweat—and he groaned against her, lapping greedily as she rocked into his mouth. Someone else’s thigh pressed against his temple, warm and sticky, and he realized another girl was using his shoulder for balance while she fingered herself openly, moaning his name.

The hallway had dissolved into something primal—hands grabbing, lips parting, breath coming in ragged bursts. A boy passing by paused, eyes wide, before shrugging and pulling down his pants to join in. “If this is the new normal,” he muttered, “might as well.”

Josh barely noticed. Too busy drowning in cunt.