Finishing shooting

Zoe, seemingly ever the innovator, took it upon herself to improve the scene just that little bit more and while Ian was standing over her with his massive meatstaff throbbing obscenely, the thick tube pulsing against his palms as he slowly but firmly jacked himself, he was surprised to see the huge-titted blonde squirm from her position on the ground and sinuously snake out from between his legs.

For a second Ian wondered whether Zoe was trying to see what his aim was like with a moving target, but then the young blonde superslut found what she had seen out of the corner of her eye. Ian registered how Zoe’s hand clasped hold of the discarded explorer’s pith helmet that she had worn for the first scene, and in no time at all she was on her knees in front of him as the delirious teacher howled his way to orgasm.

Zoe winked at Ian, and in character, she said: ‘Zartan. Now I’m queen of this jungle, staying here with you, I doubt very much whether I’ll need the accoutrements of my former life any more…’

With that, Zoe placed the pith helmet over Ian’s dick just at the second that he released an enormous explosion of semen. His legs nearly buckling beneath him, everyone watched in astonishment as a surging plume of cum shot from the business end of his dick and fired the helmet into the air like a jet-propelled rocket, blasting it through the high-roof of the hothouse, at which point it shattered a pane of glass, smashed through the ceiling and just kept going in its upward trajectory.

Both of the girls with the cameras now had them pointed up at the ceiling. Ian was blinking in shock.

‘Ooops…’ said Zoe, putting a finger to the corner of her mouth and trying to sound innocent as glass tinkled to the ground about twenty metres away.

Zoe was possibly one of the few women in the world who could continue to look composed after having just done what she had done still be happy to be staring point blank down the barrel of Ian’s single-barrel cum-cannon, and indeed she reinforced the fact that she was still very much in total control of proceedings by reaching her right hand forwards and grabbing hold of the hilt of Ian’s convulsing shaft, opening her mouth as wide as it would go and sticking her tongue out.

Ian released a guttural moan as his capacious ballsack voided itself at Zoe’s touch, and the beam of semen that was despatched the short distance between the purple crown of his cockend and Zoe’s gaping maw filled her mouth, throat, and stomach with boiling goo in the space of a second so that excess creamy fluid gushed straight out of her mouth almost the moment it had gushed in. Zoe choked (understandably) as cum sprayed from her nose and exploded out over her chin.

The facial that Ian then gave her was so comprehensive, thick, and gooey that within a matter of seconds Zoe’s face, head, and hair were all part of the same dripping, coagulated, gluey mess, her head simply a nondescript white blob on top of her neck.

After that no-one said anything, and even Giselle didn’t have the heart to say ‘cut’.

The silence was broken a few seconds late when the pith helmet crashed back into the hothouse, smashing through another pane of glass at the far end of the building.

‘Cut…’ Giselle nodded, finally, and started snapping still photos immediately. Zoe didn’t move, still on her knees in front of Ian.

Ian held his dick, the log still quivering, pointed at Zoe’s face as Giselle moved in and took more shots. As this was going on, Ian felt Miss Taylor’s hand on his shoulder. He turned around and looked at her, able to do so as he had been reduced to nothing more than a set of abdominal muscles, thighs and a vein-corded fuckmast to be photographed next to a slutty girl, and loved every second of it.

‘Quite a performance, stud,’ said Miss Taylor.

‘Glad you liked it.’

Meanwhile Candy was already supervising Lily and Louise in the task of getting the material they had filmed into presentable form.