The Hothouse

Miss Taylor squirmed forwards and allowed Ian to dislodge his monstercock from her asshole.

‘You like fucking in the open air?’ she asked, as Ian watched the muscles of her cinnamon ring go from the obscene, coke-can diameter gape back to retracting into the snug little hole.

‘It’s a first for me,’ Ian confessed, ‘but then again you could say that about so many things today.’

‘How absolutely charming that you arrived loaded with all these inhibitions for us to break down.’

‘I’ve never been filmed while having sex either,’ Ian said.

‘Oh, that’s quite alright,’ Miss Taylor said, gripping Ian by his huge, still tumescent cum-cannon in her now customary hold and leading him from the pond over towards the direction of the hothouse. ‘I daresay we won’t be seeing a great deal of your face. Not that it isn’t delightful-‘ at this point Miss Taylor stopped to give Ian a peck on the cheek, ‘but we’re rather more interested in seeing how Zoe deals with a different part of your anatomy.’

‘Ah, Zoe…’ said Ian, suddenly remembering the astonishingly hot, megaboobed teen, daughter and heir apparent of the most famous pornstar of all time and again consumed by the customary shyness whenever she appeared or was mentioned.

‘Yes, Zoe,’ said Miss Taylor, smiling in a slightly sideways way as she detected Ian’s bashfulness, ‘of course one of the reasons you have nothing to worry about is that she knows exactly what she’s doing.’

‘I bet,’ agreed Ian.

‘You don’t win Top of the Pops ten weeks in succession in this school if you can’t handle a cock.’

‘And this is really going to be filmed and sent to Tanya Monroe?’ said Ian, stopping just outside the door to the hothouse, just to establish once and for all the reality of what was happening.

‘Filmed, edited, emailed. We do it all the time for Tanya. I promise you, in a matter of hours, Tanya Monroe will be watching you blast her daughter’s face with cum.’

Ian shuddered. It wasn’t the cold outside air that made him do so.

‘We send her audition tapes of students,’ continued Miss Taylor, ‘sometimes she headhunts them for her company. Who knows, Ian, we may yet find you a new career…’

With this the gorgeous blonde opened the door.

Ian followed her inside, ‘Actually I think I’m just getting to like teaching…’

The hothouse was relatively impressive inside, teeming with all kinds of exotic plants, ferns, tendrils and jungle creepers festooned about the place. A section of the gravel path around it had been cleared and a makeshift set assembled there. Four large lights atop stands were being moved into position to focus on the improvised backdrop of a mossy jungle bough by three girls that Ian took to be students.

All were female. An older woman, though certainly no more than twenty-five was supervising them and telling them where to move the gear around. When Ian and Miss Taylor entered the hothouse, she turned and sent them both a radiant smile.

Ian liked what he saw. She was, as seemed customary, an alarmingly beautiful woman. A brunette, with arched eyebrows and brown eyes, she was wearing a staggeringly revealing vest-type top. In fact the garment reminded Ian of an apron rather than a vest, composed as it was only of a strip of cloth that went around the back of her neck which came into two strips, no more than an inch thick that ran down her collarbone and over her tits, widening and joining together just underneath her navel. The strips barely covered her nipples, but left the full contours of both the outsides of her enormous boobs and her cleavage totally exposed. She was wearing to accompany this a pair of indecent denim shorts which were sluttishly and indecorously frayed, and was perched on a pair of red platform heeled stripper shoes.

‘Ian,’ said Miss Taylor, ‘this is Candy Griffiths. She teaches media.’

‘Hi,’ said Candy, offering Ian her hand, ‘I’m going to be directing this little video.’

Ian groaned and released a bolt of transparent precum that splattered Candy directly between her huge knockers and plastered the strips of fabric to her tits.

‘Pleased to meet you too!’ giggled Candy, looking down, her hand still extended, a big delighted smile on her face.

Ian gulped, composed himself, and then shook Candy’s hand. Her eyes met his as he did so, and she moved forwards so that his huge cock was pressed into her stomach, ‘Don’t overextend yourself before the performance, Ian,’ she said, winking, ‘a little party trick might work well as the opening feature of the video.’

As she said this Ian released another gush of precum that rendered the lower section of her top transparemt.

‘Oh, I see,’ said Candy, smiling even wider, ‘you have plenty in reserve.’

‘Where’s Zoe?’ asked Miss Taylor.

‘Just finishing her makeup,’ said Candy, ‘she’ll be out in a second. Girls!’ she said, addressing the three students, ‘get your cameras ready. You two, Lily and Louise are filming this thing, Giselle, you’re taking care of still photography.’

Ian was pleased to note that the three girls were very much ‘in uniform.’

Candy turned to Ian, ‘let’s make a movie, stud..’