No

Even if Ian hadn?t currently had the benefit of the amazing sensation of the tip of his cock being buried in the asshole of Miss Stark, the mere sight of the fleshy, vein-corded fuckstaff intruding into her tightest hole might have been enough to make him want to cum. The fact was that her tight rosebud asshole was stretched to dimensions so enormous that in order to accommodate the arm-thick girth of the heavy cock her expanded cinnamon-ring actually dominated the appearance of her derriere.

?Miss Stark,? Ian said finally, with a grunt, beads of sweat breaking out on his brow.

?Yes, Mr White?? Miss Stark responded sweetly, almost unconcernedly.

?I believe I?m going to need to cum relatively soon??

?So quick?? Miss Stark asked, looking back over her shoulder to shoot Ian a naughty smile, her face framed by her dark cascading tresses, ?but the class haven?t finished their sketches??

?Perhaps if I had just a minute?s breather,? suggested Ian, ?I might be able to hold back. It?s just that your asshole feels? well, it feels a little too good??

?Very well,? said Miss Stark, and gripped her buttocks in her hands, parting the taut, peachy cheeks and allowing Ian to grasp the trunk of his cock to retrieve his cockend from the pincer-like grip of her tightly clenched sphincter. Upon him doing so, Miss Stark used her manicured, blood-red nails to further prise apart her distended hole and Ian found himself staring into the pink, moist depths of the slut?s gaping anus.

?Mmm?? Miss Stark reflected, ?it felt like someone had stuck a hot apple in my asshole.?

Then, turning to him, Miss Stark had another proposal: ?won?t you at least let me taste my ass??

?I wouldn?t do that-? Ian began, but couldn?t prevent the foxy minx from reaching forwards and planting both hands around the huge pillar of cockflesh protruding tumescently up from his groin. Licking her lips as she inclined her head, Miss Stark hung her jaw open and moulded her pouting, plump lips against the fist-sized slab of meat that was Ian?s cockhead.

This made him cum, immediately and forcefully. The first effect was that both of Miss Stark?s cheeks inflated enormously, those parts of her gorgeous face suddenly, almost funnily, resembling a balloon which had been rapidly blown up. This was a result of the full pint of cum that had been deposited in her mouth by the first squirt of Ian?s ejaculation, the sticky, viscous fluid filling the brunette slut?s greedy maw in an instant, her cheeks elastically billowing outwards at the flood of cum.

Along with this came a couple of unusual features. The volume of the creamy explosion was certainly something the busty, fetish-clad art teacher was unprepared for, and Ian, to his amusement, saw Miss Stark?s brilliantly piercing blue eyes actually cross. Her peculiar facial expression and bursting cheeks was then accompanied by a bubbling sound as two jets of gooey semen exploded from her nostrils and spurted out of her nose in a creamy flood.

Ian?s spasming cock started to judder visibly as his orgasm began, the muscles in his undercarriage actually pulsating and his balls churning over and over, even the oversized cum-tube on the bottom of his penis seeming to bulge and contract. His arms by his sides, Ian rocked his hips back and forward to send his exploding dick deeper into Miss Stark?s mouth, which she finally opened with a burbling gurgling sound as a wave of frothy semen spewed over her lips and chin. As fast as Miss Stark could release the creamy wads of cum from her inundated mouth, Ian?s erupting prick delved further into her wide-open maw and spattered her tonsils with yet more half-pint sized jets of hot semen. Miss Stark?s hands were held up at the side of her face, her fingers fully extended as if to emphasise her helplessness as the massive megacock geysered her with boiling goo. So many sloppy ropes of cum connected her chin to her huge tits it was almost as if they were all connected together in one roiling curtain of semen, a waterfall that spewed from her mouth to plaster the two prominent, golden orbs and cake them white.

Though **** and gurgling, Miss Stark finally managed to say to the class, ?abandon your previous sketches and paint this, everyone, and Mr White and I will try to remain still for as long as we can??