Lights, Camera, Suction!

Ian didn’t have time to reply to Miss Griffiths before Zoe appeared from behind a bend on the gravelled footpath, the mere sight of her being enough to send another squirt of precum onto Candy’s tiny vest.

Dressed up to look like a very indecent parody of one of those intrepid explorers of the Victorian era, Zoe had on a greyish brown shirt which seemed to be at least a couple of sizes too small, judging from the way in which it failed to cover the lower half of her stomach and how her tits spilled out through the front, several buttons already missing from the garment as it was severely strained by the sheer size of Zoe’s bust.

To go with the shirt, which had straps on its shoulders and one of its arms missing, Zoe was wearing a pair of white pants, which appeared to be as poorly, or suitably, matched to Zoe’s measurements as her shirt, clinging to her legs like a second skin and plunging downwards at the front so that her pussy was almost exposed.

This was the entirety of Zoe’s screen costume, her feet left bare, and Ian wondered how long either of the two articles of clothing would remain on once the cameras got rolling.

“Hello Zoe,” Miss Taylor greeted the curvaceous teen, guessing from his choked expression that she was speaking for Ian as well.

“Do try to remember to breathe, Ian,” Miss Taylor advised Ian, pulling him out of his state of dumb staring at Zoe’s tight body. Having read about how PTSD was called shell-shock during World War One, Ian now wondered if he was the first man ever to suffer from tit-shock.

“Miss Taylor,” Zoe nodded at the school’s Head of Supply, and then squeezed out an “Ian…” which was dripping with arousal as she ogled him without even the weakest hint of restraint.

“Good, we’re all set to begin,” Candy said.

“Miss Griffiths,” Ian suddenly groaned out.

“Yes? Oh!” Candy suddenly realised that she had subconsciously moved one of her hands onto Ian’s cock and had begun to fist, resulting in her vest becoming even further drenched by his luculent precum.

“You might want to let go off it, Miss Griffiths,” Gina suggested when a few seconds had gone by without Candy relinquishing her hold of Ian’s dick.

“Right,” Candy finally pulled her hand away from Ian’s tumescent member, while Miss Taylor reflected on the fact that she certainly wasn’t the only member of the faculty who found it impossible to resist his fuckpole.

“Now, this was scene 12 of the movie, where Zartan has just saved the courageous explorer Jane Goodlay from tumbling down a waterfall and now intends to mate with her,” Candy explained the scene, “we’ll improvise the dialogue. Zoe, you say whatever you come up with and which you feel fits your character.”

“And you,” Candy turned to face Ian, stopping her hand just as it was about to touch his dick again, “you just need to slowly move towards Zoe and grunt.”
“I can do that,” Ian decided.

“Good, now Zoe, you’re to begin over there,” Candy pointed at the rightmost point of the ten feet wide area where they would be shooting the scene, “and Ian, I want you over here.”

“Miss Griffiths,” Miss Taylor addressed Miss Griffiths, who had placed one hand on Ian’s back as she prepared to lead him over the spot where he was supposed to start off.

“Yes?” Miss Griffiths replied, looking at her naked boss.

“It’s quite alright to grab Ian by the cock when showing him the way,” Miss Taylor helpfully informed Candy.

“Oh yes,” Ian chimed in, “Miss Taylor does it all the time.”

Feeling a bit of his shyness and nervousness fade away at the sight of Candy gulping at the prospect of grabbing his cock, Ian allowed himself to be led over to the leftmost point of the stage by the media teacher, whose hand was sliding up and down the shaft of his cock as she guided him there.

“Alright,” Candy began, once she’d torn herself from Ian and moved over to stand next to Miss Taylor, “action!”

“Now, look here,” Zoe spoke with a pretty flawless received pronunciation when Ian took a first step towards her, sounding both posh and tense as she stared straight at his cock, “I’m grateful to you for saving me, but I’m just not that sort of a girl.”

“You know, I’m really much more the type who wants a lengthy courtship and a large marriage ceremony before even considering… well,” Zoe went on as Ian took another couple of steps.

“I mean… I mean… I mean, I’ve never quite seen an…” Ian was beginning to forget about his nerves altogether as Zoe rambled on, even finding it easy to ignore the cameras which were pointed at him and Zoe, “an appendage quite like yours before.”

“Oh gosh… you really are big.” Ian was about six feet away from Zoe at that point.

“But still, I’d be immensely grateful if you were to get a bigger loincloth and then show me the way back to civilization,” Zoe said as she watched Ian’s cock jutting in the air as he strode towards her.

“By Jove,” Zoe pulled at the collar of her shirt, “I suppose that I could touch it, just this once.”

“Oh!” Zoe’s next line came in response to the gush of Ian’s precum which suddenly smacked against her exposed waist.

“I say,” Zoe’s voice became deeper and huskier as she reached out and placed one hand against the underside of Ian’s member, “is it supposed to throb in my hand like that?”

“It’s just so thick and so long and…” Zoe was now stroking Ian with steadily growing vigour, the movement of her hands resulting in much more of his precum ending up plastered onto her skin and shirt.

“And it wouldn’t hurt if I were to taste it, for scientific purposes,” Zoe didn’t let go of Ian’s cock as she dropped down on her haunches, still stroking the steel-hard pillar of cockmeat as she rolled her eyelids down and leaned in closer to his cockhead, sticking out her tongue to lap up the fat drop of precum which was oozing out of his pisshole.

“Oh fuck…” Zoe groaned, and then slid her lips across the plump tip of Ian’s member before pushing it into her hungry maw, her eyes remaining closed as she slid his cockhead in and out of her mouth a half-dozen times.

“It’s so hot in this jungle!” Zoe exclaimed, and tore apart her shirt, the baring of her huge, spherical tits causing Ian to discharge a thick jet of precum which landed across her face.

“Yes… you like watching me play with my titties, big boy?” Zoe asked Ian as she moved her hands all over her breasts; pulling her head back and sticking her tongue up to try and catch all of the precum which shot out of Ian’s cumhole as he watched her play with her boobs, the super-stacked teen rounding off by hoisting one of the two massive orbs of tanned titflesh upwards until she could suck on one of her nipples.

“Now I’m going to suck that monstercock until you blow your load in my mouth,” Zoe informed Ian, placing one hand on his dick and leaning in to accept the head of it past her lips once more, her other hand working to undo her pants.