Ian's finale

‘Ready?’ asked Ian as he jacked his dick, pointing the cum-cannon directly at Miss Taylor.

‘Uh-huh,’ said the blonde, after releasing her nipple from her lips and looking up at Ian eagerly, winking at him. She used both her hands to cup the undersides of her massive knockers, holding the gleaming orbs of tanned flesh up.

Ian shuddered, felt his legs go weak, and with a characteristic groan, hunched his shoulders as his orgasm began. Using more controlled and forceful jerks to milk his monstercock to completion, he suddenly exploded.

His balls bunched up, by now barely dangling at all despite the usual low hanging of the two fat testes, drawing closer to the cock that trembled and bulged and finally burst with a spurt of cream that slapped into Miss Taylor’s face with weapon-like ****, snapping her head back, a half-gallon of semen from the single load spilling up and over her face and spattering outwards on impact, the jizz-drizzle cascading into a million crystalline globules. The next load splattered the blonde teacher squarely between her tits and bringing a delighted gasp from all the other sluts watching on the sidelines at the site of his release, capping the tops of her boobs in white cream.

As Miss Taylor collapsed back and rolled out of the way, Ian’s original target in the hothouse was once again revealed. Though Zoe had just about pulled herself together from her various show-stopping exertions, she was once again directly in the line of fire, and Ian did not disappoint. His cock-cannon discharged a huge wad right beneath her tits, the endless stream still going as he angled his aim upwards to splatter her face as well, the single shot glazing her gorgeous tanned skin white instead.

All the while Giselle was snapping off photos with alacrity, having to be on her toes in order to capture the goings-on for posterity and whatever else Gina wished to do with the pictures.

At this point Ian’s horse-hung cock went off again, the supply teacher now arrogantly waggling it back and forth to drizzle and coat the young blonde porn-starlet-in-waiting anywhere she wasn't already painted. Finally, with all of Zoe suitably covered beneath a blanket of cum, Ian finally thought that he had dispensed with her, and, Tanya Monroe’s daughter or not, went looking for fresh targets.

Ian’s next shot was a wide angle blast as he swung his juddering penis around, showering the technical team almost equally, Lily, Louise and Candy dancing in the spunk spray as it pelted their faces and tits and hair in thick gooey drops.

Turning back to Gina, Ian’s dick forcefully expelled another supersize wad that hit her huge tits, the huge blast setting the big orbs knocking against one another like the balls of a newton’s cradle, slapping them together even as it coated them in cream, the huge knockers not so much colliding into each other as splashing. Miss Taylor looked down gleefully as Giselle snapped away. Her expression was priceless.

Ian couldn’t resist and turned to Giselle, who could do nothing but freeze as the teacher targeted her. The shot caught her in the hollow of her throat, rippling up her face and down her torso, streaking to the sides of her massive tits with the copious cum-blast splooshing between them and on top of them, so that a rich shelf of cream was created atop her breasts. The next blast caught her full in the face, painting it all white, matting her hair, filling both eye sockets and dripping from the curve of her lips, droplets falling to speckle her tits as well. The camera, held between her motionless hands, was drenched.

‘I hope that’s waterproof,’ Ian said finally.

‘Clearly we’ll have to make sure that wherever you do teach in this school, Mr White, it will have to be far away from delicate equipment,' said Gina, getting to her feet. Ian reached out a hand and helped her. Just behind her, the megaslut Zoe crashed back into the ground from her kneeling position.

Ian and Gina made their way out of the hothouse the way they had come, leaving Zoe to recuperate and Giselle standing like a statue.

‘As soon as that material is edited, send it to Tanya Monroe!’ Gina called to the shell-shocked Candy.