Hosed down

“So, I’m guessing that the two of us will have to come up with something to keep ourselves busy with during the next ten minutes.” Ian grinned at Gina, once more admiring how good she looked.

“Uh-huh,” Gina nodded her head and returned Ian’s grin, a sparkle appearing in her eyes as she eyed him from head to toe, “maybe I should take the opportunity to clean up a little. You’ve made me awfully dirty.”

“Yeah,” Ian’s voice took on a dreamy quality for a few seconds as he took in how ropes of his jizz were dangling off Gina’s impossibly perfect tits, “or you could just turn around and we can spend those ten minutes finding out how many times I can make you climax by ramming my dick in and out of your sweet asshole.”

“You’re such a romantic,” Miss Taylor teased Ian, and then bit down on her lip and caused her huge, round boobs to rise as she sucked in air.

Candy had caught the last bit of the conversation between Ian and Gina, and turned her head to look at them just as Gina turned round to face away from Ian and brought her hands down to her buttocks and used her fingers to pull her firm buttocks apart to reveal her well-fucked asshole to him, with Ian offering her a complement by releasing a blob of precum which went shooting past her head before disappearing in among the foliage.

“Oh that’s just not fair,” Candy breathlessly complained as she watched the head of Ian’s colossal fuckpiece disappear into Gina’s asshole, with the slutty head of supply baring her clenched teeth as the fat log of cockmeat **** apart her tight ringpiece and made thick droplets of her juices drip from her aroused sex. And it certainly didn’t seem fair that Candy and her girls should be **** to toil away with preparing the next scene while Gina spent that time leisurely having her brains fucked out by a mega-hung supply teacher turned stud.

Indeed, it looked like the preparations for the next scene wouldn’t be done in time, since all three student members of the crew were as captivated as their teacher by what was going on between Mr. White and Miss Taylor. Giselle cooed, Louise gasped and Lily groaned as they all followed the steady intrusion of Ian’s dick into Gina’s rectum, with the blonde vixen beginning to look rather affected by the process of having Ian’s cock sliding through her diluted bunghole.

Ian continued feeding his cock into Gina’s anus until he was about eight inches in, after which he began the process of making her screams grow louder and louder by first pulling back one inch before pressing forwards two inches, not stopping this tight and sweaty task until his balls were swinging between her legs, the wild convulsing of his heavy testes providing the stiff muscles of her thighs with a much needed massage.

“Yes!” Miss Taylor let out a horny scream as the back of Ian’s hand made contact with the taut flesh of her right buttock, with his hand going on to sweep across her stretched ass so that he could smack its palm against her left buttock before beginning to pull back out of her.

Ian got about four inches of his dick out of Gina’s tight asshole before she tightened herself up around it as girlcum rained out of her snatch, the sudden increase in pressure against his cock ensuring that Ian would shoot out rope after rope of precum deep into Miss Taylor’s ass.

“Fuck my ass! Fuck my ass! Fuck my ass!” The melody and steady rhythm of Gina’s exclamations made it seem as though she was performing the chorus of a particularly depraved parody of a Disney tune as she relaxed her asshole enough for Ian to began to relentlessly hammer his rock-hard cock in and out of it, the obscenely oversized slab of fuckmeat sliding in and out of her scandalously stretched cinnamon ring with such speed and **** that it made her awe-inspiring bounce and jiggle while more juices flowed out of her dripping wet sex.

“Giselle,” Candy’s voice sounded hollow and distracted as she kept her eyes peeled on the point where Ian’s monstercock was disappearing into and reappearing from Gina’s anus, “get the hose ready.”

Moments later, Gina had completely lost the ability to communicate with anything other than the guttural moans and screams that she was now letting out, spit shooting out of her mouth as the same time as she managed to look up at the sky without tilting her head back.

Gina’s stance was already pretty shaky, and it wasn’t being made any better by the fact that each forward thrust from Ian caused his scrotum to grow even bigger, the steady swelling of his ballsack as more and more cum was pumped into it causing Gina’s legs to be pushed further and further apart.

Recognizing that he was just about to unleash another torrent of jizz, Ian was just about to pull out of Gina’s asshole and see if he couldn’t make her climax one more time by getting her down on her knees and hosing her down with his jizz when a forceful spray of water suddenly hit him right in his left side, the impact of the water causing him to temporarily loose his self-control, and with it went his ability to hold back any longer.

Candy directing the spray of water coming from the hose towards her and Ian should have been enough to make Gina close her eyes, but the way in which an ample amount of balljuice was suddenly and very forcefully pumped into her ass prompted her eyes to bulge outwards and her entire being to tremble.

“Oh fuck,” Giselle gasped when Candy turned off the water on minute later, “they’re still doing it.”

Gina was still standing with her mouth opened and her lips formed into a perfect O, although she had closed her eyes by now, with Ian standing behind her and supporting her by holding her arms behind her back as his balls continued to churn out cum which went straight into her ass.

Once Ian’s cumshot came to an end and he let go off Gina so that she slid off his cock, the exit of his cockhead from her well-fucked, cum-filled anus being accompanied by a very long Schlooooorp!, it took her less than ten seconds to go from collapsing onto her knees to spinning around and taking the crown of his ginormous fucktool into her mouth so that she could lick it clean.

While the cold shower hadn’t succeeded in calming Gina down, it had at least made it so that she and Ian were washed clean of the various fluids (sweat in his case, cum and sweat in hers), and Ian felt oddly refreshed as he straightened his back up and looked over to where Candy was standing, the switched-off hose lying discarded at her feet.

“Congratulations, you’re now prepped for you next scene,” Candy informed him before cracking up into a dirty smile and adding “Minus the crazy slut sucking on your cock, that is.”

Just then, Zoe returned.