Yes

“Fuck them,” Kimberly snarled through gritted teeth in referral to the three women who had just been accidentally baptised in Ian’s jizz, “why should they get the rewards of our hard work?”

It was obviously a rhetorical question since the one half of the design department had resumed her determined two-handed grip on Ian’s violently throbbing fuckstaff, but not before having scooped up her small cowgirl hat from the floor and placing it back on top of her head.

Brooke had squeezed herself in next to Kimberly in the now crowded space between Ian’s legs, and was using his left thigh as an arm rest, and while her blonde co-worker set out to rhythmically fist Ian’s member she focused on his testes, both round spheres having at this point assumed a size which could hardly be described properly without using words such as enormous.

Obviously, Brooke was quite stricken by Ian’s scrotum, since she soon dived in between his thigh and Kimberly’s curvaceous body to put her lips against it, increasing Ian’s bliss by expertly licking and suckling on his balls.

Finally there was Miss Hart, who might have developed some sort of protective feelings towards Ian, or maybe it was just her horniness which caused her to now mount his face rather than to sit back and allow Miss Taylor to keep pumping him full of strange pills.

Either way, Ian quickly realized what to do about Laura’s hairless pussy as she shoved it into his face, and soon the extra-busty PE teacher was moaning as her soppy slit was tongued by Ian in a rather spirited fashion.

One drawback of Ian’s cunt-licking was that he wasn’t able to give Kimberly and Brooke a proper warning when his cock felt like it was about to burst out into another cannonade of sperm, just a minute after his last forceful ejaculation.
But then, such a warning was hardly required as both of the buxom sluts drew the right conclusions as to why his cock and balls were throbbing and pulsing in such a violent manner.

“Girls!” Brooke broke off from her slobbery worshipping of Ian’s nutsack to notify the others; “He’s gonna blow again!” and then let out a delighted giggle.

This caused Kimberly, whose cheeks were bulging as a result of the amount of Ian’s cock which she had managed to lodge inside of her ripe lips while one of her hands trailed its way up and down the considerable length of veined meat which had remained outside of her ravenous maw, to pull off Ian’s cock.

Now Kimberly, who had remained so focused on sucking on Ian’s monster of a cock to notice Laura straddling his face, turned her head upwards to shot a nasty, cum-crazed look his way only to find herself being unable to see much more than his chin, which protruded out from under the full globes of meat which constituted Miss Hart’s wondrous arse.

Still, getting a chance to see the thick tendrils of dried cum which were present all around the slightly diluted entrance to Laura’s arsehole was pretty good as far as consolation prizes went in Kimberly’s book, and the blonde design teacher kept her eyes peeled on Miss Hart’s gaping bunghole while giving Ian’s penis a few vigorous fistings.

Kimberly’s lustful staring at Miss Hart’s asshole was ended in a spectacularly sticky way when another torrent of jizz erupted from the distended hole on the peak of Ian’s angered cockhead. As thick balljuice began to be hosed out of Ian’s cumhole, Miss Taylor moved her gaze to the big dial on the wall clock.

Ian had expected the release of cum to end rather quickly and then be followed by another one, but he soon became aware that the first one just didn’t seem like it would end, with jizz being splashed out from his cockhead to rain down all over Kimberly and Brooke, lined up next to each other, their clothes now manipulated to leave their respective pairs of very generously sized hooters completely exposed, in a continual downpour which made Ian feel as if his cock and balls were being drained of every last drop of liquid.

At long last, the river of cum ceased to geyser out of Ian’s cock, leaving the naked supply teacher covered in sweat and the two design teachers on their knees between his legs equally covered, albeit in his sperm rather than their own sweat.

“Congratulations Mr. White,” Miss Taylor began, although it was unclear if Ian was actually listening to her from underneath Miss Hart, “you’ve just managed to shoot your balljuice all over two magnificent cumwhores for twenty-eight seconds, without pause. With a bit of training and a little inspiration I’m certain that we can push you past the half-minute mark.”

Miss Hart was next to cum, squealing at the top of her lungs while Ian slurped down the one half of girl-cum flooding out of her pussy which wasn’t rubbed all over his cheeks and chin.
Why she did so now was a mystery to Ian, since he had been to busy with being rocked about by his monumental ejaculation to keep up his eager licking of her tight slit, but maybe it was the knowledge that Ian had sprayed out cum for twenty-eight seconds straight which had brought her over the edge.

When Laura swung her right leg over Ian’s face and climbed off him to reveal the glossy state in which her gushing climax had left his cheeks, chin, nose and lips, it dawned on him that the Geography department had come ever closer to the sofa, although that cup of coffee which Miss Taylor had promised to get him was nowhere in sight.