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The Cumming Of Jizzus – Scene 2 Set Diary

Robin Bougie
Posted December 14, 2006

In thy kingdom, he cums!The relatively short 4 hour shoot for the first scene of this triple XXX bible story provided some very exciting results, but how would scene two of THE CUMMING OF JIZZUS play out? Well, it took a while to get started since the first snowstorm of the season in Vancouver held up our performers, and some other minor distractions kept us from getting rolling until an hour after we’d planned. Undaunted, we carried on — ready and willing to get sleazy and holy at the same time.

THE CUMMING OF JIZZUS is the first porn film any of us involved (aside from the performing talent) had created, so choosing a theme that would stand out and be worth committing ourselves to was imperative. This concept arrived in the form of a script put together by Karina Jordi, creator of the seamy, flagrant zine CREEP. All of her dialogue was taking directly from the bible, outlined the various glorious miracles that Jizzus Crust could perform with his sexual parts and spooge, and immediately won my co-producer (Chelsea Chainsaw) and I over.

The tale collected in our little digital cameras on this day was to be the glorious story of how Jizzus brings a saucy dead slut back from the nether world with only the power of his biblical tongue. Then he pounds his dong into her a whole bunch, and everyone leaves happy. That was the plan, anyhow.

Chelsea Chainsaw and I were making our porn movie debuts in nonsex roles as the mother and father of the mysteriously deceased cutie, and we were not to be stopped in our Oscar-worthy performances of a lifetime. I honestly don’t think I’ve ever emoted that much as I did when we were in the midst of all our sobbing and wailing over our foxy dead daughter. My freakin’ cheeks hurt afterwards, but Karina’s script demanded that we take the roles in all seriousness.

The hope was that Busty from would come by and take still set photos since she’s all professional at taking pics of the nekkid laaaydies, but she had to go to a costume party as an anime girl. As it was, I again found myself in charge of capturing souls in my little metal box again. Another bungle was that we couldn’t get our dirty movie producing friend Cecil in with his wonderful professional set lights, and were stuck shooting with every lamp we could find at short notice. Kinda lame, but whatevs. It was supposed to be intimate lighting in a hut or some shit. We made it work.

Jonas and Jelina were again there to help out as our crew, and they did a fantastic job. Again, we got into the booze and illicit substances before hand, and that seemed to sexy up the proceedings, especially while we were waiting patiently for our female star (Sheila) to arrive from the other porno shoot she was coming from. Busy girl.

The weather wasn’t co-operating with our carefully laid out plans, and Chelsea even ended up almost getting run over by a car during a run out for smokes. Mind you, she was walking in the streets like a drunken hillbilly, wearing black, all when cars had nearly zero visibility from swirling snow and couldn’t stop on the slushy streets. At least she didn’t die. For this we were thankful.

Eventually, Sheila turned up, with beer in hand for all, which excused any and all late-comings. As it turned out, we’d smartened up and shot all the stuff she wasn’t in while we waited, and it meant that we were totally ready to go once she arrived.

Matt Daddy Deluxe was again reprising his role as Jizzus, and still concerned about our lack of a wig for him. He looks marvelous in his shaggy beard, but feels naked with only his short hair on top. The thing is, since we forgot to have a hairpiece ready for him in the first scene, we kinda have to keep the wigless action going for continuity. Besides, I’ve gotten all kinds of comments from people saying that they love that we didn’t put him in a wig. It brings much more attention to his marvellous beard.
Once the scripted aspect of the scene was over with, the fuckin’ and suckin’ commenced, and we just let nature take its course. Watching Jizzus bestow Sheila with “THE POWER OF BEARD” by slopping it around in her twat during a messing pussy eating session was really quite touching in its own bizarre little way. Chelsea and Jelina swirled around around the rutting performers, as the sweat and bodily fluids flew. Once Jizzus brought the deceased hottie back to life these two camera-equipped vultures circled overhead, just waiting for a tasty visual morsel.

Matt found the power of Jizzus deep within himself, and confidently drilled Sheila from behind, his rather impressive sized dong rattling her womb and capturing everyone’s attention. Her breathless groans and moans were natural sounding and compelling.

“Oh Jizzus, I’m.. c-cumming… I’m cumming to life!” she howled into our retarded-looking paper set.

Not being able to afford to build an actual clay or wood hut, Chelsea’s bedroom was coated in brown butcher’s paper the previous evening by our set designer (my lovely wife Rebecca) and adorned with some painted-on stones. As with every scene, a bunch of straw was tossed on the carpet, both as a way to add authenticity, and to sop up liquids.

Our cameragirls did their best to capture the action without slowing up Matt’s mojo (nothing worse than downtime to kill the boner) or squabbling with each other over silly crap. Despite a few incidents, they did an excellent job at both, and we celebrated with some sticky high fives. As it was, Chelsea ended up AGAIN getting Matt’s spunk on her during the fat juicy cum shot, just as she had in the first scene — this time right onto the crotch of her jeans.

Fully sinned out, we finished off the beer, and slopped out into the cold night. First stop was to grab Rebecca (who prefers to take a pass on the mandatory topless set) and stuff her in a coat, her little panda bear hat and woolly mittens. Then it was off to the ultra-yummy vegetarian hipster watering hole called THE FOUNDATION. There, we drank sangria and wine, ate all kinds of delectable appetisers, and generally sucked each others cocks about how awesome we are.

A job well done, gang. Stay tuned for the set diary from scene three: Jizzus in the temple.


One Response to “The Cumming Of Jizzus – Scene 2 Set Diary”

  1. Judas
    December 14th, 2006 @ 9:20 pm

    This is going to be classic! I’m enjoying the pound by pound blows.
    How is it going to be distributed? The world needs HIS message!

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