Still no coffee

The Geography department advanced en masse. The sight alone could have made a dead man spunk his load, and Ian was in some way slightly relieved that he had only just recently released an ejaculation of stunning volume, so that at least he wasn't about to embarrass himself by jetting another in an involuntary fashion as the three cumfaced sluts to which he had been previously unacquainted made their way over to him.

The sight was beyond belief, as the brunette and two blondes walked purposefully across the staff room towards him. As with every female member of the school, the students as well as the teachers, the three women had perfected a sinuous and confident stride more reminiscent of a catwalk prowl than anything else. The fact that the three of them were decked out salaciously in stripper/fetish gear and wearing more than a few splashes of spunk on their faces made this all the more effective. It was a scene that was yet to be imagined from a particularly salacious porn movie, except it was happening to Ian in real-life, and not on a Los Angeles set but an English staffroom at breaktime.

'Mr. White, let me introduce,' said Miss Taylor, 'Miss Harpenden, whose fringe you pasted to her pretty face with jizz, Miss Clelland, the gorgeous slut whose darling little cap you managed to blast clean - perhaps that isn't the right word - messily, then, from her head. And of course Miss Clelland spat a huge load of cum into her colleague, Miss Thomson's face. And very nice it looks too. Say hello to the Geography department, Mr White.'

'Hello,' said Ian, still feeling a little light-headed from the effect of the pills and his voluminous orgasm.

'Hello Mr White,' said the female staff of the Geography department, each of them getting on their knees and inserting their outrageously hot bodies inbetween Brooke and Kimberly between Ian's knees, so that the five of the sluts, each of them cumpainted in their own unique way, although Brooke and Kimberly had shared something of a monster load was arrayed, on their knees, in front of the new supply teacher.

'Why don't you stand up, Mr White,' said Laura, running her hand over Ian's torso and digging her nails in playfully, gripping her nails in around his stomach and pulling him to his feet.

Ian rose, his dick still juddering with little spasms in the aftermath of his orgasm, the huge log protruding out of his groin horizontally. Every inch of the massive rod was ripped with pulsating veins that glistened with an accumulation of slick juices in the light of the room. The five teachers arranged themselves around the enormous tool, their eyes noticeably wide as they surveyed the dimensions of the huge tube in rapt astonishment. Miss Thomson slunk next to Ian's left thigh and immediately slurped one of his swollen testes into her mouth, sparring immediately with Miss Clelland, the brunette with the ponytail, who had hunkered down against Ian's right leg and had devoured Ian's other ball into her mouth, using her lips to try to suck the other from Miss Clelland's oral grip.

Next to Miss Thomson was Kimberly, who was on her haunches next to Miss Clelland and was sliding her lips all the way up and down the side of Ian's huge penis as Brooke, directly across from her, performed the same job just as enthusiastically, the boobed brunette like a mirror image of the faux-cowgirl across from her.

On the end of his dick, completing the quintet of women trying to get more than their fair share of his immense, throbbing tool, was Miss Harpenden, her blonde hair still cemented against the side of her face, forming a sticky curtain over her eye, her silver painted lips stretched over the tip of Ian's glossy head.

There were a number of approving comments being made by the group of women, arising only as frequently as each of them didn?t have their mouths full at that particular moment, most of which were tailored towards describing the huge size of Ian's cock, its weight ('this cock's heavier than a leg of lamb' - Miss Thomson), hardness ('My God, you could cut diamonds with this dick' - Miss Harpenden), heat, slickness, ability to pulsate ('it's almost as if it's breathing in and out like a wild animal' - Miss Clelland) and taste. It was, in short, a highly prized and admired object and Ian could only look down and watch in amazement at the five women suckling aggressively on his oversized length.

'Lunch time is two more lesson away, ladies,' said Miss Taylor, 'this is just morning break.'

'Enough time for a snack, though, right?' said Kimberly, winking at the other girls before falling back to slobbering on Ian's shaft, the hard tube now having so much attention lavished upon it that it was hard to see the pink cockflesh underneath the coating of saliva.

'That's no snack,' said Miss Taylor, 'that's a four course meal, and in any case the bell is about to go. I need to get Mr White prepared for his next lesson.'

Ian knew enough about Miss Taylor already to know that she was something of a taskmaster and a stickler for the rigours of her job. He cast her a glance (ignoring, for the moment, the look Laura was casting him with her finger stuck in her mouth) and noticed that she was looking over his shoulder at what was going on in front of him. He wondered whether she would simply pull him away from the women and take him where he was meant to be going, or allow him to finish. He was also wondering, albeit more vaguely, about what his next lesson was going to be.