There's a splash

'O shit,' said Ian quietly, almost to himself, too densely populated to worry or wonder with real clarity about the nature of the pills that Miss Taylor had popped into his mouth. The catsuited blonde was cradling his jaw with her PVC clad hand and letting her fingers drift into his mouth, and Kimberly too was tongue-killing him deeply, allowing her agile tongue to explore his mouth as she bounced up and down on top of him. Miss Hart was fondling his heavily pulsating balls with her left hand, her right errantly searching to be stuck up Kimberly's asshole. A futile task, such was the spirited was in which the blonde slut was bouncing up and down.

Kimberly's nails were raking into the flesh of his chest as she rode him, and Ian's own hands were helplessly dug into the sofa on either side of him, his knuckles all white with the pressure of his clenching. If he had looked around, he would have been able to see a dozen or so interested female faces that were now only half-interested in the conversations they had been having prior to the fucking that was taking going on. Fucking in the staffroom was commonplace; but the salacious and awe-struck descriptions of Ian's member courtesy of Kimberly and Brooke - just loud enough to be heard on the other side of the room, of course - had aroused various people's attention.

One of the interested parties was an amazingly statuesque blonde standing across from Ian with a steaming cup of tea in her hands. The woman had straight blonde tresses with a graduated fringe that fell down the centre of her forehead and covered her left eye, shiny silver lipstick and a trailing silver necklace that led down to a pair of massively proportioned, gorgeously tanned boobs that were encased behind the slender straps of a black bra. A silver belly-button piercing sat in the most fabulously ripped and tightly sculpted configuration of stomach muscles anyone could have wished to see, with a black thong slung over her hips. A black frilled microskirt of no more than five inches' width, completely see-through, revealed that it was in fact a thong, with black fishnet stockings covering her perfect legs, the black platform stripper heels she was wearing accentuating the sublime sleekness of them perfectly.

This woman whispered something into the ear of the companion she was standing next to. This one was even more shamelessly attired. Again a blonde, but this time with a wild blaze of whitish hair streaming in all directions from her head and cascading down her sides and back, she was wearing nothing more than a black leather choker, absolutely nothing to conceal her marvellous, enormous tits, and down below was wearing astonishing underwear, the left side of which was constructed from five or six silver chains that wound around the left side of her hips, the right side of which was fashioned a single large leather strap. The chains were connected to the strap by a large silver ring that sat over her pussy. Black platform shoes with buckled clasps around her ankles were on her feet.

A third woman stood by them with her hands of her hips watching Ian's actions more overtly. This one was a brunette with a single ponytail down her back and a pair of impossibly pouting, succulent lips, with a black leather cap rimmed with small chains on her head. There was rather a severe look in her eyes. A buckled latex strap went around her neck with two studded straps extending downwards from it that formed the outermost structure of a PVC bra, the interior of the design with a dozen or so slender silver chains resting on the slopes of her evidently enormous, bulging boobs. The woman had on black latex wrist-length gloves and a similar buckled g-strap around her groin, with black knee-length PVC boots completing the look.

By now it was evident that Ian was about to lose his load, and Kimberly relented, pulling her sticky pussy off his massive cock to the accompaniment of a wet slurping sound. The assembled women around Ian, Kimberly, Laura, Brooke and Miss Taylor all reached down simultaneously and proceeded to grab a hunk of the slippery, turgid meat. As Ian's eyes rolled into the top of his head and his hands clasped the sofa even harder, he gritted his teeth as the four experienced, cock-hungry sluts jerked his cock expertly.

With astonishing skill, the four women took Ian to the brink and beyond.

When the first spurt erupted, Kimberly had been fisting the blunt end of Ian's cock and the giant squirt splattered against the underside of her hand and glanced off it, refracted into dozens of smaller squirts that shot in different directions. The diffuse spray of the gooey, deflected wads sent various splashes primarily into Kimberly, Laura and Brooke's faces, each of whom were keenly leaning over. The spattering droplets flecked each of their faces with morse-code dots and dashes. None of their faces were covered, but each of them caught a heavy spattering of goo, enough to make each of them wince, then blink in shock, and for Kimberly to release her hand.

This had the effect of lowering Ian's cock and the next blast. There was more to come. The next jet spurted across the room like a crack of lightening and struck the blonde woman with the fringe directly on the left side of her face, plastering the curtain of hair over that side of her face like a sheet of wallpaper. The remainder of that blast splattered copiously against a blackboard behind. The trio of women yelped, and as the woman in the cap laughed and pointed at her colleague - who stood stock-still - she herself caught a blast full in the face, as Ian's dick was still roughly aimed in the same direction. The impact caused her cap to topple from her head as she too stood motionless, a rope of goo accumulating from her chin. Then it was the other blonde's turn to laugh, which soon stopped when the woman who had been wearing the cap spat a huge gob of semen directly into her face.

Ian had no idea whether there was more to come from him when Miss Taylor tapped him on the shoulder and said, 'well done. You just creamed the Geography department.'