Zoe enters

‘Come in,’ announced Miss Taylor.

Ian was amused. Under any other circumstances, a knock at the door added to a sexually compromising situation would have elicited the flustered response, ‘wait a minute!’ designed to buy time so that trousers could be zipped up, skirts could be hurriedly donned and extraneous fluids cleaned up to restore the appearance of propriety.

Under these circumstances, however, Ian knew that Miss Taylor had no regard for propriety and indeed might actually relish being caught red – or at least sticky – handed indulging in some sexual practice. Moreover, he reflected that in reality there wouldn’t be any point whatsoever in trying to sustain the illusion that nothing had been going on – a cleanup of the room and Miss Taylor in their current state would take a couple of hours and some industrial detergent.

It had been quite a copious cumshot, and Ian surveyed the mess. Miss Taylor’s computer keyboard had been splattered with spunk, and the screen of the monitor was overlaid with a particularly messy blast that indicated that he wouldn’t be able to do any word on it for a while. As predicted, the wooden desktop had been subject to quite a messy fusillade, the reason being that the huge-boobed head of Supply was on her haunches at one end of the desk and a good many spurts had flown clean over her head and splattered her workstation. A framed picture of the blonde vixen had caught one powerful jet head-on and been knocked off the desk. Miss Taylor herself had been quite thoroughly creamed. She had taken a huge facial and was gallantly squinting through the thick load that had all but plastered her eyes shut, and the rest of the jizz was slowly dripping off her chin and jawline to adorn her massive tits.

The door opened. Ian turned around to see Zoe in the doorway. She was heartbreakingly, agonisingly beautiful, still sporting the blonde mohawk, her configuration of facial features beyond sublime and into the unearthly. She was still wearing the crisscrossd straps of studded black leather that left her pussy exposed and allowed her monstrously sized tits to protrude out in front of her, a set of outrageously sized megaboobs, the dimensions of which were almost, but not quite, cartoonish.

‘You wanted to see me, Miss Taylor?’ Zoe said, walking into the room.

‘Ah yes, Zoe,’ said Miss Taylor, getting up from her haunches. ‘You know Mr White from your last lesson.’

‘That’s right. He fucked me in the ass.’

Ian mumbled something, suddenly, unaccountably abashed.

‘Well, Zoe, do sit down,’ Miss Taylor continued, ‘it’s about time for another progress report for your mother and I suddenly had the idea that the latest instalment might feature you and Mr White. How would you feel about that?’

‘I’d feel great about it,’ said Zoe, although Ian noticed her face registered none of the giddiness of the other young girls around here when the proposition had been made, and was instead a rather cold and detached mask, a picture of cold composed, carnivorous lust. He gulped.

‘I’ll call her, if you don’t mind.’

At this, Miss Taylor picked up a slender phone from a dock on her table and autodialled a number. It rang a few times, then was answered.

‘Tanya? Hello. It’s Gina Taylor here from your daughter’s school. Yes. How are you? Oh, you’re sucking cock? Well, I won’t keep you too long. It’s just that I know you like to be updated on Zoe’s progress and I have her sat with me in the office right now… no, she’s been good. Very good in fact. We’re thinking of teaming her with a new member of staff for the next video. He’s huge… no, HUGE Tanya… that’s right… bigger… no… bigger… no… bigger… that’s right! What’s that? Well, you should see the state of my office. And me, for that matter… so we’ll be filming presently. Would you like to speak to her? I’ll put her on.’

At this Miss Taylor passed the phone across the desk to Zoe. Zoe took it, and instead of holding it her ear, placed it in her cleavage, were it sat, unmoving, pinned between her enormous breasts.

‘Hi Mum… how are you? Oh… that’s nice. That’s very nice. Things are good here. I won Top of the Pops again this month. I know. Ten weeks in a row… So we’re going to do some filming. His name is Mr White… no, it’s huge…’

Ian found it hard to compute that the sensational, gorgeous teenager was discussing him so matter-of-factly with none other than Tanya Monroe, the quintessentially greatest pornqueen of them all. Gulping as Zoe devoured him with her eyes, he tried to clasp his hands by his sides as his excitement mounted.

‘I guess a facial is in order this time, Mum…’

At this, Ian choked, unable to control himself, and his entire body jerked in an involuntary spasm. A huge splash of very sticky semen spurted from his cock, cracked through the air like a lightening bolt and splattered Zoe directly in her cleavage, the impact sending smaller globules of semen cascading out all over the room. Zoe looked down, her eyebrow raised, and surveyed what had happened. Ian’s cumblast had glued the phone to her cleavage. In fact, it was impossible to see the slim handset under the thick pasting of jizz that had decorated her enormous boobs.

‘Mum?’ said Zoe… no longer sure if the phone was still working. ‘Mum?’