Candy for Candy

“And… cut!” Miss Griffiths cried out, her voice serving as a testament to how her excitement had steadily grown to ever further heights during the passage of time which she had spent following how Zoe had slobbered all over Ian’s gargantuan cock in a most extraordinary fashion until it all had been wrapped up with one of the most volatile and copious cumshots that she had ever had the pleasure of observing.

Ian’s cock, which was protruding out from below his waist like a third arm, had left the three students handling the cameras every bit as smitten as their teacher, and Giselle required several seconds of nervous silence before being composed enough to move forwards towards him, her fingers trembling around her camera.

Somewhat flustered at the end of the latest of the long line of ample ejaculations which he had somehow managed to produce so far through the day, Ian stood as firm as he could and kept his monumental fuckpiece aimed squarely at Zoe’s face, swallowing hard as he got a good look at the expression which she was sporting as she gently rolled her hips back and forth while girlcum trickled out of her hairless snatch.

Giselle was keenly aware of the wetness which had formed between her own legs as she proceeded to snap several pictures of Zoe’s head and Ian’s cockhead, quickly working her way around them in order to capture them from as many angles as possible.

Sending a glance at Giselle as she worked the still-camera, Ian raised the corners of his mouth into a predatory grin when he spotted the ample amount of her juices which were splattered all over the insides of her thighs.

“Why don’t you loose the bra?” Ian asked the busty black-haired camerawoman, who looked up from behind the lens and stared at him for several seconds before hurrying herself to bring one hand to the clasp and unhooking it.

When the garment came off to slip down Giselle’s arms and fall down onto the ground, Ian responded to the stupendous sight of Giselle’s proud and firm chest by unleashing another gush of precum which smacked into Zoe’s face.

Apparently having decided that she shouldn’t have to stand for Giselle usurping her hold of Ian’s attention, Zoe drove her head forwards until the meaty business-end of his vein-covered member was trapped inside of her lips, allowing her to taste his precum as more of it pulsed out directly onto her tongue.

Giving himself a silent vow that he would have fucked Giselle before leaving the hothouse, Ian was made to look at Zoe by the way in which she was lathering his cockhead with her saliva, the sexy teen blonde projecting an air of absolutely mind-blowing, primeval arousal as she sent him a look which Giselle made sure to capture on film.

Giselle didn’t say anything to Zoe this time around, due to the state which Ian had left her in, and preoccupied herself with wordlessly taking one picture after another of how Zoe’s cheeks bulged outwards as a result of where Ian’s cockhead was at.

Releasing her hold of Ian’s cock, Zoe acted on her exhibitionistic urges by rolling over onto her back, her left elbow supporting her weight while she raised her right leg straight up into the air to show the camera how soaked her puffy slit was, with Giselle making sure to take a few pictures of how Zoe’s labia were glistening against the light.

Having struggled to come up with anything to say, Candy finally managed to produce an awed “Oh fuck,” as she tore her gaze away from Ian’s cock to look at Miss Taylor.
Her face caked with jizz, Miss Taylor shaped her mouth into what Candy guessed to be a smile, and nodded her head in agreement with what Candy had said.

The sight of cum-ropes dangling from Miss Taylor’s chin while the rest of her face, save for her eyes, were glazed with a thick layer of sperm proved to be the last straw for Candy, who let out a throaty groan as she suddenly lunged at Gina, catching her boss by surprise and driving her tongue into her mouth.

A few seconds later, Ian was stirred to move his head and look over at Miss Taylor and Miss Griffiths by the metallic noise of a zipper being opened, and watched as the two buxom teachers stood face to face, their massive busts pressed together as Miss Taylor used one hand to peel open Miss Griffiths’ deliciously indecent denim shorts and Candy used her tongue to up thick reserves of his cum from off of Miss Taylor’s face. Soon, the two of them were lip-locked again.

“Eh, Miss Griffiths,” Lily or Louise asked, “should we start rolling again? Otherwise, Zoe might just make him blow another load with her mouth.

“Girls,” Candy was panting from the kiss as she held her lips mere millimetres away from Gina’s, “start filming again.”

Obviously feeling confident that her pupils could perform their given task without requiring in-depth guidance from her, Candy resumed kissing Gina, who now had one hand inside her denim cut-offs so that she could play with her pussy.

As the cameras started rolling again once Giselle had pulled back, Zoe got up on her feet and smiled at Ian before surprising him by performing a decisive but quite soft and harmless attack which sent him onto his back, her right foot pressing against his heel while she used her arms to soften his fall.

Finding himself splayed out flat on his back, Ian was almost frightened by the ravenous snarl which Zoe was sporting when she placed one foot on each side of his waist and hunkered down until she could fetch hold of his cock and bring it towards her ass, the irrepressible slut letting out a heartfelt moan of lust when the massive slab of turgid cockmeat came into contact with the taut swell of her buttocks to the accompaniment of a wet SMACK!.