Duty calls in second period

Before I could reach my next classroom, the school's aging P.A. system buzzed to life. As the secretary spoke, my thoughts took three U-turns in as many seconds:

Oooh, I bet someone's in trouble--

"Felix Lasker, please report to the..."

Shit. I'M in trouble? Why does the principal want to see--

"...Teachers' lounge..."

Huh? Since when does anyone 'report' to the lounge? Maybe I'm not in any--

"...And bring your tight 'lil cock-milking holes with you, sweetie!"

The secretary finished the announcement with a small chuckle. I stood frozen in the hallway, mouth agape... Until a passing boy slapped my ass.

"Better get that booty moving," he said, making a lewd gesture that got a laugh from his friends. Then they were gone.

Asshole, I thought, bristling at being treated that way yet again... But I knew he was right, so I turned on my heel and started hustling towards the teacher's lounge.

"Glch... Glch... Glch..." I heard the sound before I even opened the door: someone was getting facefucked, and it wasn't me. As I stepped into the teachers' lounge for the first time, my eyes fell upon the big, round, perfect ass of the half-naked girl who was squatting in the middle of the room.

I couldn't see much more than her rear end, though, since she was surrounded by no fewer than four teachers, all naked from the waist-down, and all taking turns dipping their erections into her mouth. I recognized Mr. Burgess, Mr. Wilcox, Mr. Rossi, and Mr. Vickers. An incredibly-fit gym teacher, the school's newest math teacher, the silver-spoon vice principle, and everyone's favorite substitute... Four of the youngest (and hottest) faculty members.

"Hey, look who it is!" Mr. Vickers shouted, as I walked inside timidly and shut the door behind me. "Guys, the cocksleeve's here!"

It was Mr. Rossi who spoke next, pulling his cock from the girl's well-fucked throat. As she threw her head back and gasped, I realized it was Candice... The hottest girl in school, give or take. Her huge tits were bulging from a tight blue tank top, and on her lower half she had nothing but a matching thong. I saw her clothes piled off to the side, looking like they'd been discarded in a hurry.

"Candice, dear, you can head back to class. Thanks for the lube-job," Mr. Rossi said, giving the kneeling cheerleader a warm smile.

"Actually, I might need her for a while yet," Mr. Burgess piped up. "I'm holding out for Felix's ass, and I wanna take my time... I'll go last. In the meantime--" He reached down, lifting Candice to her feet with one muscular arm. Then he picked her up entirely, taking her over to the couch in the back of the room. "You'll keep my dick warm, wet, and ready... Right, dear?"

"...Mhm..." Candice's face was splattered with her own drool and she looked exhausted, but she managed a genuine smile anyway. "...S'okay..."

But I couldn't keep my eyes on them for long. The other three teachers were on me in seconds, pushing me to my knees as they stroked their fat cocks inches from my face.

"God, fuuuck, I'm almost there already--Ungh!" Before I could even settle in, Mr. Vickers started blasting cum at my startled face. After a few ropes he shoved his spurting cockhead into my mouth, making me taste every drop as he groaned with pleasure.

"Hah, that didn't take long," Mr. Rossi teased him, slapping his own member against my bulging cheek. "If I knew we'd be this fast, I wouldn't have sent the chicks and old-timers out for a smoke."

"Well, we're not all minutemen," Mr. Wilcox laughed, elbowing his now-spent colleague out of the way. He plunged inside my mouth, seemingly not caring about the fact that it was still full of Mr. Vickers's jizz.

After a few minutes of getting tossed back and forth between the two men's cocks, Mr. Rossi pulled out, slapped his member across my face, and started rubbing back and forth as he spoke: "Alright, I think it's well-past time for a spit-roast. Which end ya want, Eric?"

Mr. Wilcox looked thoughtful for a moment, appraising my overwhelmed face as Mr. Rossi rubbed his ballsack against my lips. "I'll take his butt, thanks."

The next thing I knew I was on all fours in the middle of the room, a teacher squatting on either end of me, my shorts being tugged downward. I got a brief view of Mr. Burgess, who was watching me with fire in his eyes as Candice squeezed her tits around his cock... But then he was obscured by Mr. Rossi's looming form.

"Open wide, Mr. Celebrity," he said, tapping his dick against my lips. "My son showed me your stream yesterday, by the way--He's dying to come pay you a visit. Wouldn't stop jacking off at the dinner table!"

What. The. Fuck.

I opened my mouth to respond--And Mr. Wilcox picked that moment to ram his spit-lubed cock balls-deep into my asshole. That made my mouth open even wider... Which must've presented an inviting target for Mr. Rossi, because he followed suit with my throat.

"Gmph!" My eyes rolled back in my head as I was filled, totally and completely, from both ends. My body was already trembling, but I went into straight-up convulsions as both men began to thrust in time.

I was overwhelmed with sensation. I felt every inch of Mr. Wilcox's wide cock, spreading me out... Mr. Rossi's long member, exploring every inch of my throat... And my own hard-on, which picked that moment to begin spurting all over the floor--And the front of my own shirt, since it was bouncing up and down so violently as I was plowed to within an inch of my life.

A few minutes later, I felt a warmth spreading from my rear end. The moment I realized it was Mr. Wilcox unloading in my ass, that set off my second orgasm. I heard Mr. Rossi make a comment at my expense, and everyone laughed... Except me, since I was far too busy to listen (even if my throat wasn't full and my mouth wasn't stretched-open).

Another burst of pleasure hit me as Mr. Wilcox pulled out--But within moments, he was replaced by Mr. Burgess. The gym teacher was bigger and rougher than the previous occupant of my asshole... It was a damn good thing that he was so well-lubed.

Speaking of Candice, I managed to focus my vision long enough to watch her thong-clad ass sway out of the room. She even gave me a little wave, before shaking her head and giggling at my half-conscious, cock-drunk expression.

Then it was just the three of us: the worthless cocksleeve, the vice-principle facefucking him, and the athlete pounding his butt. I usually don't like to think in those terms, but in that moment it felt... Right. I was just another thing, designed to bring them pleasure, used-up to improve their lives... Like a good meal, or a comfy sofa. An object.

But as much as I'd like to claim that the pleasure was one-sided, that argument pretty much vanished as I blew a third wad onto myself. I was only half-hard this time (more from exhaustion than lack of arousal), so it mostly spurted into the shorts that were wrapped around my knees.

Of all the things my beleaguered mind could've latched onto, it decided to take notice of the fact that I hadn't worn any underwear that day. At least I only have one thing to wash, I thought, before slipping back into the throes of overwhelmed ecstasy. I'm pretty sure that wasn't the reason I decided to go commando, but it sure was a nice side-benefit.

Anyway, after that third orgasm I became lucid enough to realize that the two remaining men were competing to see who could last longer.

"I can d-do this all d-day," Mr. Burgess grunted, gripping my waist with both hands as he slammed into me.

"Me too, ch-champ. I guess w-we'll just have to--" Before he could finish, the bell rang. Second period was over. "--Ah, shit."

"Ungh... Pick up the pace?"

"You r-read my mind."

The hands on both ends of my body grew tighter, and their strokes grew faster. I must've passed out a few seconds later, because I don't remember either of them finishing inside me...

...But I sure remember the evidence of it, as I woke up on the floor of the lounge. I was lying limp in three pools of spunk: one flowing from my ass, one from my mouth, and the other the collective leavings of my own shameful cumshots.

As I scrambled to my knees, trails of slime connecting me with the gooey floor, I looked up... Only to find a small crowd staring down at me.

"Damn! They really went all-out." It was Ms. Leon, the English Lit teacher... And no fewer than seven of her colleagues. The rest of the teachers on break were filing back into the room. Most of them were old, female, or tired-looking--Anyone who hadn't felt like sticking around and getting a piece of me, I guessed.

Some watched as I staggered up right, laughing at the sheer volume of jizz coating my hair, skin, and clothing. But most of them seemed disinterested, giving me no more than a glance and a huff of amusement.

"Nice job today, Mr. Lasker," Ms. Carillo said, patting me on the cheek as she walked by. Then she smiled, not seeming to care that her hand came away with a glob of (somebody's) cum stuck to it. "Those boys looked pretty satisfied."

"Th-Mmph..." I tried to speak, then had to stop to swallow down some of the sticky remnants that still filled my mouth. "...Thanks..."

I was a little addled, but I was pretty sure that recess had just begun. As I wandered out of the teachers' lounge and into the hallway, I saw a reflection of myself in a nearby window... And cringed as I realized just how much of a mess they'd made of me.

Well, at least I got to skip second period... But I'm gonna spend the whole break cleaning up, aren't I?

Sighing heavily, I licked my lips and headed for the nearest bathroom.