Chapter 04: Arlene's Box
The next day, Jamal got out of bed, got washed and dressed for school, and had a little breakfast. He grabbed his bag and shouted bye to his mom. He opened the door and saw the old Chrysler waiting at the side of the street.
"Hey Snake, you want a ride?" Orla offered.
"Sure, but wont we be early?" Jamal answered.
"Maybe we can use the time productively..." she said, suggestively. Jamal climbed into the passenger seat, scratching at his cock.
Orla drove off, heading towards the school. It would usually take Jamal 30-40 minutes to walk to school, but at this rate, they'd be there in five.
"I know you usually walk to school," Orla was saying, "but I thought since you did me a favour, I should pay you back. I owe you at least that much."
"Really, Orla, it was nothing. I was kinda to blame, anyways."
"Heh, in that case, you owe ME a favour!"
"I wouldn't go THAT far..."
"Hey, you said it, not me." She was smiling, he was glad to see.
"How is your head anyway?"
"Arlene saw to it, there's no swelling. Grandfather says she can always take down the swelling."
"Your Gramps get hurt a lot?"
"Well, he's pretty old. I've never noticed any bumps on him though."
"Sounds like the nurse does a good job after all!"
"Speaking of nurses, how come you were so long in the treatment room with Nurse Dixon, anyway?"
"She took her time in cumming." He suppressed a grin.
"Still, that was a long time. Sure you weren't up to something?"
"Nah, she examined my whole body, in case this was just a symptom. She was just being thorough." By now, they had arrived at the school. They were a full 35 minuites early. "I told you we'd be too early! No one else is even here yet!"
"Yeah," she smirked, "no one but us." Her hand slipped over to his thigh, where she felt his cock, nestled away. "Come on, Snake, let's go study!"
She got out of the car and waited for Jamal to follow her. Once she had locked up, she took his hand and hauled him into the building. They ran up a flight of stairs and through a teacher's office. finally, she stopped dragging him and unlocked to door to a supply cupboard.
"Mr. Morris doesn't have any classes this morning, and I have his supply room key because he thinks I'm trustworthy. Arlene's his wife."
"Jeez," Jamal exclaimed, "how many teachers at this school are members of the church?"
"There's a few," Orla answered, cryptically. "Now, you still haven't finished showing me that 'snake' of yours." She pushed him against the supply room door and fell to her knees. "We should have enough time, now!"
She slowly unbuttoned his pants, letting them fall to the floor. His boxer shorts were tight, his bulging member stood right out. It also hung right out of the bottom, by at least an inch. She rubbed her hand along the bulge, looking into his eyes. She kept them locked to his as she leaned forward, giving a quick lick at his exposed cock-head. Then her hand reached his waist band, and she pulled his boxer shorts down past his knees.
The pressure released, His huge tool leapt free. It caught the young girl unawares, slapping right under her chin. She broke eye contact and took in the size of his monster. Awestruck, she lowered his head to his low hanging balls, still filled with a huge load of cum that was meant for his French teacher.
Orla started to kiss and lick and suck on his mammoth testes, while Jamal moaned with pleasure. Her tongue and lips massaged every part of his pendulous sack, and she imagined that she could feel his seed building within.
She looked up at him, face half obscured by his hanging orbs. His cock, standing straight up, looked like a tower of meat before her.
As she ran her tongue from the lowest part of his oversized nutsack, slowly, breathlessly upward, a marble size drop of pre-cum formed at the tip of his cock. Her tongue carried on, whole her eyes were locked on the prize, as it slowly expanded.
Her tongue had made about half of its trip up that towering tool when the marble of salty sugar began to roll around it's shiny head. The slow stream that was formed by its passing flowed steadily, building the weight her prize, until it began to run down his thick, veiny shaft. She followed it with her tongue, determined not to waste a drop. When it finally made contact with her tongue, she let out a low moan of pleasure, feeling that she should thank Jamal for his kindness in providing this sustenance.
Her tongue followed the glistening path of pre-cum, her desire for more building. She reached his cock head, finally, and wrapped her lips around it in one quick motion. She sucked hard, drawing a loud grunt from Jamal.
Her lips made a popping sound as she opened them, sending sharp twinges down Jamal's primed weapon. She did it again, this time flickering her tongue over the opening at the tip. Jamal was going wild.
She suddenly switched tact and, in one fluid motion, sucked the whole of Jamal's 'snake' down her throat again.
And heard a key turning in the door.
She quickly stood up, tugging Jamal's pants up at the same time. The snagged on his boxers, but she got them high enough to his his nuts before pulling his shirt over his cock. Pushing him to the side, she turned and examined a shelf with some textbooks on it.
Jamal almost fell to the floor when she pushed him. He managed to keep his balance, however, and was about to fix his pants, when the door opened. All he had time to do was button his flys.
A woman walked in. A hot woman! She had big, round tits, and a short ruffled skirt, showing most of her long, tanned legs. Jamal's cock hurt, it was so hard.
"Orla!" She said, sounding, but not looking, shocked. It was Arlene. Still thinking with his cock, which was pressed against his belly, he thought he could see her nipples poking through her low cut top.
"I didn't expect to see you here!" Arlene continued.
"Mrs. Takanawa asked me to bring some textbooks to her yesterday. With what happened, I forgot, so I thought I'd come early and get them." She smiled, proud to have been so quick on her feet. "Why are you here?"
