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Jamal and Orla Ch. 01

By: BusterGonad



Chapter 01: The Head Nurse

This is the story of an odd couple. A couple with strange ideas, different beliefs and opposing moralities. One driven by a religious fanaticism, both by a sexual appetite. High-school sweethearts, but not in the Disney storybook sense, this is the story of Orla and Jamal.

They were seniors when it happened, although they had both turned 18. Jamal was a basketball jock, but he wouldn't make college. He was well liked by the players, and respected by the coach, but he didn't stand out as the best of his team, and was a little too injury prone.

He was known as "Snake" by his team mates, for slithering along for whole games unnoticed, and being quick to strike in others. He was known to snake passes through tough defenses, too. Rumours were abundant that there was another reason for the nickname, but Jamal wasn't saying.

When the rumour reached Orla's young ears, she had to find out for herself. Orla was driven, determined. She had learned from her grandfather just how far drive could take her.

Her grandfather had formed a church, which had grown over the years. He was still at the head of the church, at 82, and a strong, powerful figure. She believed his teachings, and was willing to sacrifice everything to spread the faith. She had an iron resolve, what she set out to do, she did.

She was a clever girl, good grades, and sensible. None of the teachers would expect her to do what she did.

She snuck into the boys locker room during basketball practice.

She wanted to set up a hidden camera in the shower block, in and out quick. No one would ever know, and she would finally know if "Snake" meant what she thought.

That was the plan, anyway. She slipped into the locker room unnoticed. Silently, she sneaked toward the shower block, careful not to get her feet wet. She stepped swiftly into the doorway and looked for the best spot for her camera.

BANG! The locker room door flew open!

Her heart raced and her eyes darted around the room until she spotted the toilet block. A silent prayer, and she ghosted into an open cubicle and hid quietly. She didn't dare close the door, in case it made a noise.

"You're gonna trip over that thing one of these days, Snake," she heard one of the boys say.

"Yeah, like yo mama tripped and fell over this," said another, to a chorus of laughter.

The showers started up, and Orla got up the courage to peek around the door, trying to spot Jamal. She could see most of the team, and they were all pretty well equipped. A girl could have fun. No sign of Jamal, though. Damn.

Her mind turned to escape, she couldn't be caught in here. The only way out that wouldn't take her past the showers was though the gym. She took a deep breath.

"Just going to drain this snake, Coach," called a deep voice. Footsteps walked around the cubicle, the only thing louder than her heart. She couldn't escape, she was bound to be caught. Desperately, she slid behind the door of the cubicle, and prayed he wouldn't use this one. Jamal, unaware of anything unusual, threw the door open, almost catching Orla unawares. She raised her knee and stopped the door just short of her face. Pain shot up her leg, but she bit her lip, and held her breath.

Not daring to move, she rolled her eyes toward the source of her trouble. She couldn't believe it! It was Jamal!

Orla drank in the view of his naked body. Tight muscular ass, toned legs and powerful shoulders, he was hot! She still couldn't see his cock, but it looked like he had torn something just past his knee. It looked purple and slightly swollen.

Luckily, he never looked around at all, and as he turned to leave he still hadn't noticed her.

"Coach," he shouted, "who's on physio? Or should I take this thing to the nurse?"

"The nurse don't like snakes," laughed one of the players, "Scared she'll get bit!"

"Maybe she can suck out the poison!" Laughter. Orla was peeking out again as the team walked out of the shower block. All those naked athletic muscular body's were making her horny. Her pussy was moistening as she looked at the collection of big cocks before her. Her fingers traced a line along her inner thigh to her pussy, her skirt offering little resistance.

"Alright, boys, that's enough," Coach reprimanded, smiling. Orla almost hit the roof on her way back to reality.

"Nurse Dixon deserves some respect. Jamal, go lay on the treatment table, someone will see you as soon as I can get them." The bell rang.

"Ok boys, hurry up and get to class. I won't be blamed for slipping grades." The Coach shouted, walking past Orla's hiding place. She noticed that he was rubbing at his crotch, which seemed to be a little swollen. Probably thinking that Mrs. Dixon wasn't called the Head Nurse for nothing.

Once the boys had left, Orla had slipped out of her hiding place and decided she'd taken enough risks. She made her way soundlessly to the door she came in. It creaked as she opened it.

"That you Nurse?" Jamal shouted. Orla jumped, heart in her mouth. She looked round and saw the treatment room door. It was open just enough so that she could see a shoeless foot. Must have been at least a size 12! Big feet, eh?

Maybe she would take just one more risk. After all, she had been lucky so far.

She rounded the row of lockers, making sure to have something between her and the Coach's office door. The physio would be here soon. She crept slowly toward the treatment room door. She could still see that big foot, sole pointed outward. She could also see the calf of the attached leg, muscle twitching. She slipped closer, moving across the locker room trying to get the view she'd come for.

The tantalizing thought of it had her hormones raging, and her hand once again found the damp crotch of her panties. She was close enough now to see a knee, and that swelling she'd seen in the cubicle earlier. It was purplish, and big. There was a large hole facing her, possibly it had been lanced. But, hadn't it been on the other leg?

She stood, fingers delicately tracing the lines of her womanhood, sexually charged. She imagined how roughly a stud like Jamal would treat her, how she'd treat him. She looked back to the treatment room, where Nurse Dixon's tight mini-skirted ass blocked her view.

Orla stifled a squeal, thanking the Lord that the Head Nurse was facing the door. She held her breath, praying that the white bitch wouldn't turn around.

Mrs. Dixon, the Head Nurse, adjusted her tight miniskirt and loosened a button on her breast hugging top. She'd become a nurse to help people, but the outfits were a great bonus.

She thought she heard a squeak behind her, but instead of looking round, she moved quickly inside the treatment room, grinning widely at the sight before her. Snake was right, this boy was long! And thick enough to swallow a small mammal. She closed the door before anyone could see, and locked it tight.

Orla heard the key turn in the door. She cursed her luck. She hadn't been seen, but she hadn't seen what she was there for either. Deflated, but still determined, she headed off to class.

"You're not going to tell me it's your groin, Jamal?" The nurse pointed with her left hand, wedding band in full view.

"No, Mrs. Dixon," Jamal responded, "I'm not sure, it feels like that whole leg."

"OK." She surprised herself by sounding a bit disappointed. She looked around and found a chair, walking over to grab it, she asked,

"So what happened?"

Jamal was glad it was Nurse Dixon. If nothing else, she was a healing sight. Nurses outfits, always too tight, too short, but she had the body for them. He was watching her sweet ass swing as she sauntered around the room.

"I was running the court, threw a dummy pass and spun, next thing I know, my leg can't take my weight, and pain in my knee and thigh, shooting straight up to my-" he hesitated, switching out his normal choice of words, "umm, butt."

"You don't have to check your language in here, Jamal, I've heard it all before." She had walked back with the chair, and was in the process of turning it so that it had its back to Jamal's face.

She sat facing him, one leg either side of the chair, big, tightly wrapped breasts pushed further up by the back of the chair. Jamal had a superb view of her bountiful cleavage, pale white skin pushing out of the top of the nurse's uniform. He felt the effects of her hot body starting in his groin. She leaned forward, pushing more cleavage into view, knowing the effect she'd have on the young man.

"But you walked here, right? I mean, how long," again she gestured towards his snake, allowing herself to imagine it spitting its venom at her. She felt a slight twinge in her nether regions, "how long were you down there?"

"Down there?" Jamal asked, confused, "Oh, right, umm, Coach had Mike and Leroy help me off the court, sat me on the bench."

The nurse sat back a little, back of the chair still under her tits. Jamal thought he could see her nipples stiffening. Her hands fell between her spread legs, and Jamal noticed just how short her skirt was. He could see a lot more skin than he should. He hoped the nurse wouldn't notice his cock twitching at the sight.

"Does it feel stiff?" Of course she'd noticed, she loved having this effect! "Or was there any throbbing?" She licked her lips.

"Umm, not stiff, it twitched a little, umm, my leg, I mean," he stammered, getting a little nervous. Nurse Dixon smiled, he was putty in her hands.

"All right, let's have a look."

She put her hands on the back of the seat, pushing her tits together. In her mind, there was a big black Snake writhing between them. She stood up before he spotted her damp pussy, uncovered as it was.

"Any pain right now?" she asked, moving to his muscled body. He shook his head. She started to run her hands up one leg, noticing with satisfaction that his Snake moved in response.

"Stiffness?" He swallowed, but shook his head. Her hand reached his knee, where his purple cockhead was rested. She resisted an urge to touch it. "Twitching?" Again he shook his head, but there was a twitch where she was looking. "Swelling?" She asked, her hand now running up his thigh, admiring its curves. He almost choked, a drop of pre-cum forming at his glans. He shook his head.

"No, n-not that I've noticed."

I have, she thought. "OK, can you roll onto your stomach?" He did, his long black rod still lay between his legs. She walked around to his head, her bare legs touching the table about an inch below the hem of her skirt.

"Bend your knees, lift your feet off the table," she said, causing him to looks up and face her pubic mound. She imagined burying his face there, grinding her beauty into him.

She bent her knees, her skirt rode up a little as the treatment table came up against it. She lowered herself until her cleavage was resting on the table. She could feel the teenager breathe on the exposed skin. Her hand slipped south, as she risked a quick touch at her aroused womanhood. Her fingers came away damp.

"OK, stretch them out, nice and slow." She continued to toy with him, standing up as he stretched his legs, her skirt higher than before, she felt his breath on her legs. She considered raising her skirt the remaining inch or so to expose her bare pussy to him.

No, not yet, she thought. "Spread you legs apart, as wide as you can without stretching, Jamal." She turned around, making sure to give him an eyeful of her pert buttocks before walking around to the foot of the table.

Now that he was facing away, she could openly admire his huge fuckstick. For the first time, she saw his testes. She managed not to gasp, they were huge! They both rested on the treatment table, one on either side of his massive member. She was sure they were the size of tennis balls. Recently shaved, they had grown a little bit fuzzy like them, too.

They had already been busy, a puddle of pre-cum had formed at the end of his cock, which looked uncomfortably hard, pressed against the table.

"That as far apart as you can get them?" She asked, scootching up onto the table, between his legs. Knowing that he couldn't see, she dipped her fingers into the puddle, scooping up a little. As she brought it to her lips, she slipped two fingers of her other hand into her sodden cunt. She forgot herself for a second, letting out a moan.

"You see something?" Jamal asked, concerned.

Something, all right, she thought. "Nothing yet, Jamal, just going to have a feel around, see if anything is out of the ordinary, OK?"

She didn't wait for a response, taking another scoop of his tasty pre-cum, she licked her fingers.

She placed her knees on either side of his cock, careful not to kneel on his big balls, and started to rub his lower back. Jamal moaned at her manipulations. She moved down to his well muscled ass, thinking how her naked cunt was this close to his hard cock. All he would need to do was roll over, and it'd slip right into her married white pussy.

Her knees slid forward as her hands moved on to his thighs, and soon she was resting her ass on her heels. She stopped for a moment and hitched her skirt up all the way to her waist. She looked down, expecting to see the tip of Snake's baby maker, but she could only see shaft! A wave of warm sexual energy flowed through her as she realised how close this monster was to her wet cunt.

She started to rub his inner thighs, coming ever closer to his sperm filled balls. She planned on emptying those soon.

Her pussy was soaked as she let her heels move to either side, so her ass could lower that vital few inches more. It was enough. As the wide head of Jamal's snake brushed against her naked labia, he gasped. She knew that she would not be able to hold back. This cock would be in her, deep, and soon. She felt it grow, trying to push into her. She slid herself back, already feeling the emptiness without him. She wondered if Snake knew what had just touched his cock, where it had instinctively begun to invade. 

"You ok? I heard a gasp," she tried to cover her tracks, "Did I touch a sensitive spot?" Again, she didn't wait. She ran her hands along his inner thighs, this time making sure she did touch his churning balls. This produced another intake of breath.

"Hmm, I don't see anything, let me have a closer look." She leaned in, her face getting real close to him, her breath hot on his inner thigh, her hair tickling his nutsack.

"Hmm, interesting." She turned her head to face the other thigh, pausing to breathe the scent of his distended balls. She pushed her body closer, her tightly encased tits now pressing against the real target of her machinations.

"Hmm, yes," she moaned, trying to sound like she found the source of the problem. She slid herself back and forth a bit, innocently wanking him between her tits. Finally, she slid off of the table, hot breath on his long, thick tool.

She walked around to the side of the table, unfastening her top.

"OK, Jamal, we're going to roll you onto your back. I won't be able to do this without your help, but I want you to let me move your legs. We don't want to aggravate anything." She smiled,she had a plan. She would have his obviously hard cock jump up and "tear" open her tight top, exposing her to him.

"Raise your hips a little," she watched his cock remain pressed against the table, judging that it would have enough force for this. She reached under his leg and hip, then decided to move down a little, one hand just above his knee, one right below his hip, in line with the base of the pussy pleaser she was going to have.

"On 3," she instructed, her excitement palpable, skirt still hitched, pussy drenched.

"One," She set herself, knowing that Jamal was no feather mattress.

"Two," she imagined Jamal's cock finally crammed down her wanton, white throat. It tasted good.

"Three!" He flipped right over, doing most of the work himself. It seemed her plan would work, his hard black rod swung up, as she expected. Almost as she expected. It was faster, much harder and faster than she had planned for. But most of all, and most unfortunately, it was longer.

Instead of rubbing along her overhanging orbs, opening their supporting top, it whacked her hard, a stinging slap against her tit. It knocked her sideways, where Jamal reached to catch her, one hand between her legs, another under her arm. He got more than he bargained for, as both hands contacted flesh.

A little dazed, Mrs. Dixon realised that she had lost the initiative. Snake had his hand clasped around her bare tit. Squeezing tightly, his other hand slithering towards her pussy, and before she could protest, his long fingers were probing at her depths.

She moaned, happy to let this go on for a while. His hands already seemed expert, as he caressed her torso, a thumb finding her clitorus and sending sparks through her very being. She was already so horny at the thought of him that she found herself cumming on his hand, warmth spreading through her like a tidal wave. Her legs shook and she bucked on his hand, juices spilling out over him.

Jamal felt like a real stud. He wasn't a virgin by any means, none of the team were, but this white, married, fucking hot bitch had came at his touch. Fuck!

She shook herself, regaining her self composure a measure. She wanted that big black cock in her. She had to taste his delicious seed. The Head Nurse would live up to her name.

She maneuvered herself away from him, climbing back up onto the table. She stood over him, skirt hitched up to her waist, and removed her top completely. She threw it to the floor, safe in the knowledge that she had locked the treatment room door.

She allowed her prey a moment to admire her curves. The pale flesh of her pert tits, small round aureoles surrounding hot red nipples sticking right out like football studs. Athletic build, tapering to where her bunched up skirt sat. Below that, her glistening hairless pussy, already invaded, clearly awaiting more.

She looked down, his massive black mamba stretching out before her. It reached past his navel, and looked tasty, framed by is toned abs. She took a step back, moving between his legs so that she could see those big juicy balls. They were even heavier looking, like they'd produced even more cum for her.

Good job, boys, she thought, time for a reward. She knelt on the table, one hand fingering her soaking wet pussy. She used the other hand to weigh Jamal's mighty nuts. She lay on her stomach, enthralled by this teenagers equipment. She gave his thigh a quick nibble, but couldn't tease herself any more. She took his shaft in both hands, amazed by its width, length and strength. He playfully tensed it up, and it was able to pull her closer to him!

That was all the excuse she needed, and she went right to work, tongue slobbering up the veiny black shaft.

"Fuck, Snake, this thing's a beaut." She breathed, kissing and sucking along its length. "I'm in cock suckers heaven!"

Her drooling lips went all over the awesome appendage, her hands played on his heavy nutsack,straying occasionally to her pussy, her tits, her mouth.

She pulled him to the edge of the treatment table, where she could kneel reverently before this idol before her. Her lips never left the cock she was adoring. The purple head glistened now with pre-cum, the shaft with lipstick and saliva.

Her tits touched the table, reminding her of an earlier thought. She wrapped them around the monster and started bouncing them. Even with her massive mamms engulfing it, there was more cock on show than her husband had all in.

"Plump, ripe, juicy melons," Jamal observed.

"This is where it gets good," the married white nurse replied, "Just hold on as long as you can!"

She began to slide her funbags up and down Jamal's slick shaft, moving in long slow strokes. When she bottomed out, she'd kiss, suck, lick the shaft, but never touch the sensitive head. As her pace increased, Snake's mamba began to produce pre-cum in more copious amounts. There was enough there for it to run down between Mrs. Dixon's firm, round tits. She knew it would taste good.


Jamal and Orla Ch. 01



Jamal was really getting into it, he'd never had anything like this before. The other girls were all pretty inexperienced, too frightened by his size. He watched in ecstasy as the gorgeous white breasts, he so wanted to suck them, slipped up and down on his contrasting black tool. Every time she kissed and slurped, he felt his cock lurch, his balls squeeze.

Without warning, she put her hot mouth over the head of his serpent. Jamal bucked his hips instinctively, but Mrs. Dixon was ready for that. She kept the head in her mouth, now flickering her tongue all around it. Her mouth was full, his pre-cum flowing in an almost constant stream.

She lifted her mouth away from his man meat.

"You doing OK? Not gonna spit your venom, Snake?"

"Oh, shit, Nurse Dixon, I think I can hold back, but you better be ready, this is gonna be a big one!"

"You like fucking my titties, don't ya Snake? Bet you can't wait to fuck my hot mouth!" She gave his cock head a quick, noisy slurp. A small strand of pre-cum shot out, landing on her tit.

"Fuck, Nurse, you are HOT! You can wrap those hot lips around this anytime!" She did. First giving a few more noisy slurps, letting the contrast between the cool air and her hot mouth send shivers along his big black dick, then finally beginning to bob her head up and down on the part of his cock not fucking her tits. He was already close to the edge, now he was tensing up his entire body, trying to ride out the storm. She took more cock with every stroke, soon letting her tits rest as her hands went to work on his even fuller balls, and on her wanton pussy. She was lost in her world of cock sucking, bobbing her head up and down on his huge hot rod. Her own fingers on her clit brought her off, while her throat opened up and she swallowed more of his massive cock than anyone ever had!

In fact, Jamal had only had two girls try to suck his cock before, one was all teeth, but the other had been real good. Nothing like this though. The Head Nurse was showing where she got her name. This was incredible!

She moved in long, slow strokes, her tongue slurping around making obscene noises. She'd sucked some pretty big cocks in her time. I mean the Coach was fucking HUNG, but Snake was a good couple of inches longer, and even a little thicker around! She was determined to deep throat the whole thing. She would pull the whole thing out of her mouth, watch the pre-cum build up, then lap it up with her tongue, before sucking as much as she could down her throat. Inch by inch, she took more and more, Jamal watched in wonder, the black of his cock disappearing into the red of her lips, the white of her throat distended to make room for him. When she finally did get the whole thing in there she lifted up his nuts and gave them a lick with her probing tongue. Her nose touched his pubic bone, and he couldn't take it anymore. The balls in the nurse's hand literally bounced away from her as Jamal's Snake began to unleash its venom. She swallowed and kept his cock buried

deep within, but she wanted to taste his seed.

So she started bobbing her head up and down the full length of his tool, ferociously fucking it in and out of her throat while he deposited his viscous venom. His cock and balls lurched and jumped but Mrs. Dixon was a blowjob queen, she wasn't about to let this go to waste. She sucked and bobbed, swallowed and sucked some more. He came and came and just kept cumming. She was amazed at how much he was producing. It was thick, sweet and deliciously salty. The thought of taking this kind of load in her cunt, directly to her womb, coupled with her wandering fingers, brought her to another awesome climax. She bottomed out on the cock in her mouth, body tensed up, pussy dripping onto her hand.

Jamal's cum pumped and pumped down the nurse's throat. After a minute, it started to ease off,so she sat back on her heels and let the last drops land on her tongue. She thought she had finally drained him dry, but when he sat up and looked down at the married white slut, sucking on his teenaged black boner, it set him right off again. It was so unexpected when his cock started to lurch again that the experienced Head Nurse choked on the first big rope that launched from it. The big hosepipe cock jumped out of her mouth and spread its offering all over her face and tits on her hands as she tried to protect herself and finally back in her mouth as she fought to regain control. She was drenched in it, a mouthful still squirted from Jamal's second load, even after her face and ample tits were coated. She licked her lips and looked at her wedding band, coated in black cock cream. She came right there, no need to touch herself, this was enough. Too much, in fact.

She cleaned Jamal's cock and wrapped a bandage around his leg. She pulled down her skirt and put her top back on. She opened the treatment room door, saying

"Come again tomorrow and we'll see if that treatment should continue, or if we should try something else." She walked out of the changing room and as she got out of sight, Jamal realized that she had not cleaned herself at all.



Jamal and Orla Ch. 02



Chapter 02: Orla's Accident

Jamal took a shower and got dressed. He felt like a real stud, fucking married white sluts was a fantasy that was pretty popular in his neighborhood. He'd never really thought about it himself. The fucking "Head Nurse"! Yeah, she gave sweeeet head.

A bit dazed, he was walking to French class, where he was meant to be right after practice. He got to the corridor, and could see the closed classroom door. Just then, the bell rang.

Shit! He thought, I missed French! He looked up at the French room door, expecting to see his classmates clear out, but a bunch of Sophomores piled out instead.

Fuck! He thought, What is this shit? What's the time anyways?

Madame L'Oréal came to the door of the classroom. She was giving some kid a telling off, when she spotted him.

"Monsieur Jamal, why were you not in my class today? You 'ave the audacity to appear 'ere at going 'ome time? Why, I should give you detention." She wasn't best pleased.

"Madame-"

"Non, Jamal, get in 'ere, you are in real trouble, Monsieur." Jamal was alright with just about anything right then, Nurse Dixon's skills still putting a smile on his face. In he went.

"Skipping classes is not acceptable, we shall 'ave to bring the Principle into this."

"I'm sorry, Madame, I was in physio. Nurse Dixon was treating me." And what a treat it was!

"Convenient, Monsieur. I just 'eard 'er speed out of the car park. She can not corroborate your story."

"Come on, anyone on the team can, the Coach, too, this is unfair, you can't do this."

"I'll tell you what I can or can't do, Monsieur. I can make sure you cover today's lesson, so get started while I try to contact your Coach. Your team mates will 'ave gone 'ome."

Jamal wasn't in the mood to argue. His earlier treatment had sucked all of the stress from his body, among other things. He got his French books out and got started on the work.

Orla was a top student, and she often stayed late at school. Teachers would often ask her to help them with some small tasks around the place while she was there, cleaning blackboards, setting up experiments, etc. It gave her a chance to ask the teachers for help if she was confused by anything. Just so happened that today she was having some trouble with French.

She arrived at Madame L'Oréal's French room to find her sitting on a desk with Jamal on the chair in front of her. The French teacher looked a little flustered.

"Ah, Orla, I was just finding out what makes it so 'ard for Jamal in French." She said, turning around. "Are you 'ere to 'elp me out, or is it you who needs some 'elp?"

Orla looked at Jamal, sensing that there would be some chance here, somehow.

"A bit of both, really." She smiled, "Do you need any help?"

"Oui, Orla. I am going to see the principle, can you 'elp Jamal 'ere. 'ee is 'aving some difficulties."

"Sure thing, Madame." I'll 'elp him out of those pants.

"Thank you, Orla." She swirled and left.

"What you in detention for?" Orla asked, keen to break the ice.

"Madame thinks I skipped class, but I was in the treatment room with Nurse Dixon."

I know, she thought, "What was wrong?"

"Not sure," he answered, truthfully, "I got something weird going on down there," he gestured vaguely at his legs, "she gave me something to take down the swelling," he said with a glint in his eye, "and told me to come back tomorrow." He felt like he should keep the true events quiet, at least for now. Less likely to have a repeat otherwise!

"That took a whole two hours?" Orla was sceptical, even though she had seen him in there.

"Yeah, she took a while to see me, and there was quite a lengthy exam, and a lot of massaging. She said she'd never seen anything like it. She bandaged me up tight, too, not sure what that's meant to do, though." None of that had been a lie, and he was pretty happy about the whole thing, so he came across as genuine, at least to Orla.

"Does it hurt?"

"No, its not sore. I mean it was sore, but its calmed down." He smiled.

"Guess Nurse Dixon's treatment helped after all." She smiled back. He smiled even wider.

Suddenly, Madame L'Oréal burst in.

"The Principal says I cannot detain you, Jamal. You can go. Orla, would you mind if I 'elped you tomorrow, I 'ave to go." She certainly looked flustered now.

"No problem Madame. Everything OK?"

"Oui, tomorrow, OK." She stormed off.

"You want a ride home, basketball star?" Asked Orla.

"You don't know where I live, girl." Jamal answered.

"It's in the city, tho, right? So it'd be something to do for like half an hour. Besides, Grandfather says we should help our injured brethren." Jamal smiled.

"Shit, yeah. I clean forgot about you. You're the religious nut, huh? You're not gonna convert me, you know!"

"I'm not a nut, fuckwad. I'm not trying to convert you either, I just thought with your leg and all... Nevermind."

"No... No, you're right, I'm sorry, you didn't deserve that. You've been real nice to me. Sure, sure I'll take a ride, and thanks. I owe you one."

"Never know when I might come to collect!" She laughed. "Can you walk OK?"

"Mostly."

"OK, let's get you up, then." Jamal packed away his things and was getting up, but tripped a little.

"I thought you said you were alright to walk, basketball star!" Orla laughed. She lifted his arm over her shoulder and helped him up. She positioned herself just in front, giving her a stronger stance. This also meant that she could try to judge his "snake" with her ass. She wasn't able to tell, however, as there was something in the way.

"I'm all right, seriously," he said, feeling her ass rubbing against his shaft. It would have been an embarrassing moment to get a hard on. He felt a twinge as the blood began to flow to his cock. "I'll be fine." He said, stepping away a little.

"You sure? I wouldn't want you to collapse on the stairs or something." She thought she had felt his muscle twitch in his pants, but how would she explain that?

"Sure, c'mon!" He hadn't convinced her, but he wasn't going to wait around. He was already making his way to the door.

"All right, all right! Wait, here I come!" He turned to face her just on time to see her bend over at the waist to pick up her bag from the floor. Her ass was full and firm through her skirt, and she lingered just a fraction too long with her ass in the air.

She turned, first seeing his face, which was trying to look innocent, then his pants, which contained a bulge, but it could only be a result of the injury. Nothing should bulge that low down. He looked a bit embarrassed now, too.

They walked down to the car park, where Orla's old Chrysler was sitting, probably in need of some attention, definitely a lick of paint. It had been a gift to the church, and she was allowed to drive it to school.

"Not too shabby," said Jamal, running a finger along the worst of the rust spots.

"It's not great, really. But it starts!" Orla replied, bashfully.

"Hey, these things just keep on going!" He beamed, pleased to see her smile back.

"You think so? I don't know, its not exactly new."

"Don't sweat it. If you have any trouble, I'll be glad to take a look."

"I might take you up on that."

Two happy kids, they got into the car and Orla drove off. Jamal gave her some rough directions, occasionally stealing glances at her bare legs, and wondering how far up her skirt would ride before she fixed it. He imagined it would not be much farther before he saw panties. Unless she was like the nurse. Wow.

They stopped at a junction, where Orla looked over at him. He was looking right at her legs, which she had deliberately uncovered by sliding her skirt up. They were doing their magic, for sure, but she couldn't believe her eyes, because when she checked for the bulge in his pants, it stretched down past his knee!

She almost choked. Jamal realised that she'd spotted his hardening cock. He grabbed his bag and tried to cover himself up, looking embarrassed and sheepish.

"I'm, umm, sorry. Umm, you can drop me here, if you like. Umm, sorry." He was already trying to open the car, but Orla drove off before he could get it open.

"It's all right, I'm flattered. And kinda curious. What you got in there, a police baton?" She grinned, "or is that why they call you Snake?"

"Yeah, that's part of it. I don't know if I should show you, though." His embarrassment eased off a bit, but not completely. "Ain't you're religion got something to say about it?" He asked, trying to gain the upper hand. She gave him a weird look.

"Something, yeah. I don't think we should talk about that, though." She looked kinda angry, not at all what he expected.

"Hey, what kinda religion is it anyways? I guess I never asked." He was glad to change the subject. For now at least.

"We're a Christian group," she returned, relieved like him to talk about something else. "We place emphasis on equality, sharing, brotherhood, that kind of thing. Grandfather's favourite commandment is love thy neighbor. He's a big fan of that one."

"I can relate to that, I guess, I thought it was some kind of cult!"

"A lot of people say that. It's a new church, and people who don't understand that say cult. We don't mind, its the message that's important." She shrugged. "My grandfather founded the Church of Love and Equality when he was 32. It's been growing ever since."

"Wow, your Gramps, huh? No wonder you're into that stuff. Pretty cool, though. Maybe I'll come along one day."

"Maybe. Now though, you've got your answers. Time I got mine!"

She had stopped in a car park. There were no other cars in there, but it was broad daylight, and the place was open for just anyone to come in. They had, hadn't they? But she was driving, so it was either get out and walk, or see where this went. She reached over to him, and he got ready to feel a hand on his cock. She hesitated for a teasing second, then quickly grabbed the backrest adjustment handle and yanked it. Jamal fell right back. With surprising speed, Orla straddled his chest, pinning him to the seat.

"I've been trying to see this cock of yours all day long. You think I want to peek at it? I'm gonna make it my toy, and you're gonna be back for more!"

She spun, now facing his legs, she leaned forward and ran her palms down his legs, feeling the hard length of his weapon running down one leg.

Her skirt was still bunched a little, but Jamal flipped it up, uncovering her firm, round butt. Her panties, lacy black numbers, covered her pussy, but a growing damp patch made it clear that she was already worked up.

Orla was nibbling at him through his pants, teeth separated from flesh by cotton, she could bite pretty hard, feeling the hardened muscular resistance.

She unzipped his pants, moving a hand into them. She kept biting and nibbling, her hand rubbing his boxer shorts, feeling for his balls. She gasped when she realised that she had found one, and pulled her hand free. Now with fresh impetus, she tore at the button of his pants and dragged them downwards.

Jamal reached a finger out and touched the damp area on her panties, making her moan and buck her hips. She was horny as hell!

Jamal didn't make it easy for her to pull down his pants. He knew she'd be getting hotter with the anticipation, and she wouldn't be disappointed! She hadn't got them past his ass, but she was drooling, hungry for what might be in store.

Tugging and pulling, she got them past the legs of his shorts. She was shocked to find that his cock was sticking out of his shorts, and she still hadn't unsheathed the whole thing! She couldn't help herself, and leaned forward to kiss this shaft. Jamal picked this moment to run his finger across her clit under her sodden panties.

She came.

Her legs began to shake, her hips jerked, bucking onto Jamal's hand, his finger forced into her pussy.

"FUUUUUUUUCK!" She screamed, her tight pussy clamping, vice like around Jamal's finger, his hand and chest now soaked. A second wave of spasms rocked her, this time she was able to use it to her advantage, tearing Jamal's pants down past his knees until his purple and swollen cock head filled her vision. She quickly engulfed it, passions wildly inflamed, unthinking, animal. Before he could stop her, she was sucking the hole organ into her throat, sliding her body backward.

His boxer shorts were a slight obstacle to her, but she pulled them back as best she could, soon nestling her nose against his huge nuts. Jamal was on the verge of shooting his load right there. She had swallowed his whole cock, right there, first time.

Her pussy was still about a foot away from his face. Although he wanted a taste, he settled for pleasing her with his fingers. Her whole body rocked back onto them, big cock sliding out of her hungry mouth. She sat up, her pussy tight around Jamal's middle finger, thumb flickering across her clitoris. Jamal's cock, stretching his boxer shorts, twitched, beckoning her.

She ground into his hand, feeling another orgasm building, slowly filling her tingling body. She plunged her face forward, now ignoring the main attraction, and went straight for Jamal's cum filled balls. Noisy slurps and licks covered his fuzzy nutsack, while the church girl sucked and drooled over them. Her hands got under them, through the cotton shorts, she tickled and nibbled and rolled her tongue around them until they were bathed in her saliva, damp and glistening.

Jamal's finger pushed into her. Her orgasm built and swelled and as she sat up, taking Jamal's cock in both hands, and as Jamal jammed a second finger into her tight slot, she came again, pussy clenching around the thick fingers invading her.

"Sheeeee-iiiit! Oooooh FUUUUUUCK!" She shook and ground his hand and shuddered. She shook violently, but sexy as it was, it was too much. She whacked her head on the door, and collapsed.

Jamal took a moment to register what had happened.

"Orla!" He nudged her, removing his hand from her soaked panties. "Orla, you all right?" No response. "Orla, wake up!"

He nudged her pretty hard, but she remained limp. He didn't know what to do! She was a dead weight on him, he was pinned to the reclined seat. He was going to have to move her.

She was sitting pretty far up his chest, but she had slumped forward. There wouldn't be much room for her to go forward, and he really didn't want to bump her head again, so he decided that it would be easier to move her into the back seats. He pulled her feet out of the tight gaps she had wedged them into, and slid her up his chest until she was virtually sitting on his face.

That was when he noticed the blood. It seemed to be coming from under her panties, but from this angle, he couldn't be sure of much. He hoped that it was just her hymen. She was a virgin, then?

With a fairly large effort, careful not to whack her head again, he put her on the back seat. Her feet dragged painfully across his face.

Sitting up, he turned her legs around and sat her up. She was breathing, thank God! Ok, now what? Hospital? Does she have insurance? Don't know, umm, where does she live? Shot! I don't know! Nurse Dixon could, oh bit she fucking left! I can just leave her here! Fuck! My place, then. Mom probably won't be home, but at least it's better than here! No seat belts in this old thing, shit!

He fixed the passenger seat and carried her around to it, belting her in. She was pretty light, now that he could get a proper hold on her.

He got into the driver's seat. Thankfully, the keys were still in the ignition, so he started the old Chrysler. First time, reliable old beast, this.

Soon, he had arrived at the house. No one in, as he had expected. Only Jamal and his mom lived there, but she worked more often now that he was old enough to look after himself.

Orla had been dreaming, snoring and generally showing the world that it'd take more than a bump in the noggin to finish her off. Jamal carried her carefully from the car and laid her on his bed. He fixed her a hot drink and left it where she'd see it when she woke up. He hoped she'd wake up soon!

He went to get washed up. He was sweaty and bloody. His shirt was ruined. He'd have to go out and get one before his mom found out. He stripped and quickly showered. There was blood under his fingernails, but he couldn't leave her in there by herself for long.

He came back to his bedroom to find some clothes and found Orla sitting up groggily. Relieved, he walked over to her. He was still pretty worried about her, she might have a concussion, or a cracked skull!

"Hey, hey, you all right? You've taken quite a knock! I didn't know what to do, so I brought you here. Made you some cocoa, why don't you sit right there and drink up, then I'll show you the washroom."

She looked up at him, confused.

"Jamal?" She asked, "What happened? Where am I?"

"Drink up, I'll, umm, check to see if you've got concussion."

She sipped at the cocoa, allowing her head to clear. While Jamal shone a torch in her eyes, she remembered the last thing that she was doing. It brought a smile to her lips.

"I was sucking your cock, and I blacked out?" She was laughing at how silly this sounded.

"Yeah, you came pretty hard, and banged your head on the door, I think."

She looked up at his naked form, suddenly filled with desire again.

"Did you? Cum, I mean? I should return the favour, after all." She got up, cocoa forgotten on the floor, and started walking towards him.

"Oh, no. Not right now. No, you need to see a doctor. You have insurance?"

"I'm only sure of one thing, Snake. I want that cock!" She kept walking, reaching, entranced. Jamal would have been happy to oblige, but now was not the time.

"Orla, you were bleeding, you know, down there, I don't know what happened." She reached down and wrapped a hand around his cock, mouth hungrily hanging open. She was in the process of sinking to her knees, when his word sank into her brain. Her eyes flickered, her trance broke, realization dawned.

"Wait, what?" Her eyes widened, she looked up at him, startled. "Blood? Umm, ok, yeah, maybe you're right. Umm, where's that washroom?"

He took her to the small washroom, self control slowly trickling away. She still had his cock in her hand and was stroking it absent mindedly. By the time they got to the washroom it was starting to harden. She looked up at him and kissed his bare chest, as high as her mouth could reach. She walked into the washroom, still clutching at Jamal's tool.

"Orla," he spoke gently, "you can let go now." She looked up, question in her eyes, then down, noticing for the first time what she was doing. She took the other hand and weighed his ball sack, looking him in the eye.

"We'll empty these soon enough." She said, a wicked smile on her lips, then she let go and closed the door.

Jamal got dressed, and soon they were ready to go. He had no intention of letting her drive. Even though he'd shone the torch into her eyes, he didn't really know what he was looking for. Grabbing the keys, he asked her,

"Where are we going then?"

"I should go to the church. I need to speak to... someone." She answered. They went out to the car, Jamal telling her he'd need directions.

"Go out onto 38th, heading east," she told him, "you'll see it."

She sat in the passenger seat, a wicked grin on her lips, and as soon as he sat down, she started tore down his pants. She put her head in his lap and started sucking his balls and found his hard cock with her hand.

"Drive, Jamal, I want to get there today!" She demanded, sliding her lips over the tip of his mountainous hard on. He didn't need to be told twice.

She expertly wrapped her tongue around his cock, sucking down the whole length and coming up for air only when she wanted a slurp at his fuzzy balls. Her head was bobbing and her lips were sucking and his cock was oozing pre-cum. He was tempted to drive around the block a few times, but he was still worried about that knock she'd taken, so as he turned onto 38th, her hot mouth twisting and sucking and slurping on his cock, he was glad to see the church, a neon light on the spire, proclaiming the churches message. "Equality".




Jamal and Orla Ch. 02



She saw it too, and redoubled her efforts to make Jamal cum in her mouth. She swallowed his whole length, and then let the whole cock slid free, and she did it again, and again. She fucked her mouth with his cock, hard and fast, but as he pulled into the parking lot, he still wasn't done.

"Come on, Orla, lets get that head looked at. We can do this another time." He was getting close, but didn't want to cover her in spunk if she was going to see a doctor. Or her Dad.

"Yeah," Slurp, "Inside," Slurp, "Come," Slurp, "On." She sat up and unruffled her clothes. "How the fuck do you hide that thing, anyway?"

"Loose fittin' pants, tight fittin' shorts, mostly." He pulled up his pants and handed her the keys to the Chrysler. "Guess I better hit the road, I gotta cover some ground."

"No, look, I kinda owe you one for taking care of me. I mean, you coulda done a lot of things back there!"

"Nah, anyone woulda done that."

"Not just anyone. Come on, I'll get you a ride home. It's the least I can do."

"I dunno, nobody's gonna like baptize me or some shit, huh?"

"No, don't be ridiculous, might try and talk you into giving a donation, but no ones gonna bite your freakin' neck. Philistine."

Ticked off, Orla strode on into the neon lit church, a wary Jamal following sheepishly behind. By the time he got in through the door, Orla was out of sight. He stood for a minute, then turned to leave.

"Hold," a wheezing voice coughed from the pulpit, "hold," wheeze, "on," cough, "son!" Jamal turned around to see an old man doing his best to run the length of the church, toward him.

"Wow, there, Silver!" Jamal shouted, "I'll come to you, man. Don't want any more incidents!"

"You must," wheeze, "be the boy who," cough, "who drove my Orla home," Jamal looked over the old man. No walking stick, dressed in a smart but inexpensive suit, no tie. He was quite a thin, tall old guy, Jamal would have said fit, apart from the wheezing. Didn't look much like a priest, but there was something in his manner, a look which put others at ease. Others, maybe. Not Jamal.

"You must be Gramps,"

"Well spotted, sonny." The old guy smiled, pearly teeth in stark contrast to his dark skin. "I'll have someone take you home. Why don't you come in? Let an old man to show his hospitality. We had roast chicken less than 20 mins back. It'll still be warm." Jamal suddenly realized that he was pretty hungry.

"I might just take you up on that." He smiled, "as long as I don't have to say grace!" The old man wheezed out a short laugh. He put out his hand, and Jamal shook it, heartily.

"Name's Sunday Freeman, and this," the old priest spread his arms wide, encompassing the whole church in his gesture, "is the Church of Love and Equality." He walked on, Jamal following.

"Jamal," came the curt response, "atheist." Jamal said it to cut off any talk of conversion, suspicious of the old man's motives. Sunday gave him a toothy smile.

"That's your choice, son. Don't try and preach it here, though. We're all God fearing people, here."

Ball back in my court, huh? Thought Jamal. He nodded to the preacher.

"What happened to Orla, if you don't mind me asking?"

"She whacked her head, knocked herself clean out!" Jamal wanted to gloss over the part where she was cumming on his hand. "I was shocked, she just swung her head round and next thing she was out like a light." The old man nodded, but said nothing. Jamal went on, "I didn't know where she lived, and I don't have Medicaid, so I took her home to my place till she woke up. Then I brought her here." Jamal frowned, concern for Orla suddenly consuming him. "She'll be ok, right? She took a bad knock, I think she might have a concussion." The old man took hold of his shoulder and gave it a squeeze.

"I've had a quick look at her, I don't think she's concussed, but we'll have someone check her out. She'll be fine." The old man smiled. "What about you, sonny? You ok? Something like this will shake you up, you know."

"I'm fine, thanks,"

Jamal lied. The old man looked into his eyes, his expression one of doubt, but he didn't press.

"Good, then let's eat," the preacher barked, teeth bared.



Jamal and Orla Ch. 03



Chapter 03: French Lessons

Sunday Freeman, the old preacher at the Church of Love and Equality had invited Jamal, his granddaughter's friend into the Church's dining hall. He smiled warmly as he swung open a big wooden arched door into a room with a long, sturdy looking, wooden table, laden with food, although most of it had been eaten. The preacher book two plates from a side table and handed one to Jamal.

"Eat as much or as little as you like, Jamal." He made the same sweeping motion, then in a stage whisper, he said "There's a bit more than usual, so more would be better."

Jamal took full advantage of the invitation, piling his plate with roast potatoes, chicken, carrots, even pouring himself a glass of wine, although he'd never normally drink the stuff. The two sat down to eat, chatting about basketball, cars, women. The old man was surprisingly good company, they were getting on like a house on fire.

Jamal was having a great time, except for the constant interruptions. A constant stream of people came in to the dining hall. Each time, the old priest would introduce them. "This is Jamal," he'd say, "he's not part of our congregation, he's a friend of Orla's." That didn't bother Jamal, but the look of disappointment that some of them showed at "not part of our congregation," was real irritating.

The next guy who give me that look's losing teeth, he thought. But none of the guys ever did. He soon realised that most of the interruptions came from women, and most of them were white! At one point the old priest got up and left the room with two of them, blabbering about some sacrament. They all looked kinda close too.

About 10 mins later, the priest came back with one of the ladies. She looked a bit out of breath, and her hair was not as tidy as before. Jamal also noticed some damp spots on her dress. Holy water, he guessed. Jamal offered her a cake from the table.

"No, thanks. I just had a chocolate eclaire. I love the creamy center!" She smiled, and Jamal noticed that she still had a little cream at the sides of her mouth.

"You saving some for later?" Jamal joked. She looked over at Sunday, smiling, and licked her lips.

"Mmm, I think there's more where that came from!" She answered. She turned back to Jamal, wicked grin painted on her face, "I promised Orla that I wouldn't try to talk you into joining the church, but perhaps you'd like to make a donation?" She placed a strange emphasis on the last word. Jamal let it pass, saying,

"You're asking the wrong guy, sweetheart. I'm as broke as the welfare system!"

"Leave our guest alone, Arlene," reprimanded the preacher, "he's already done us a service today."

"So she's all right? Orla, I mean. You spoke to her, right?" Jamal asked Arlene.

"No concussion, but she's got a great big lump on her head. Think we'll call her Buggs Bunny." She laughed. Jamal didn't think it was funny, but she cut off any angry response, "I'm a nurse at the A&E, so I know what I'm looking at, and she'll be just fine, Jamal. This church looks after its own, so don't worry." She smiled reassuringly, and put a hand on his shoulder.

Another woman walked into the hall, and Jamal thought she was familiar. She looked beautiful, glamorous. She wore an elegant black dress, and was made up like a superstar. She gave a smouldering look to the priest. Looked about to speak, when she spotted Jamal. Her eyes flashed, and a look of shock replaced her honeydew expression.

"Jamal!" She wailed, in a thick, French accent, "I didn't know zat you were a part of ze-" Jamal cut her off,

"Not one of the congregation, miss...?"

"Jamal, you know me, Je suis votre professeur de français, Madame L'Oréal!" Jamal's eyes widened.

"M-Madame L'Oréal, umm, what, umm, who, umm," Jamal stammered, "ah, I didn't, umm, recognise you. You look beautiful!" He paused, "not, not that you don't always-"

"That is ok, Jamal." She beamed. "Merci, I accept ze compliment. But what are you doing 'ere?"

"My granddaughter had an accident," Sunday piped up. "He brought her home to us."

"She bumped her head, but the nurse here says she's ok." Jamal explained.

"Madame L'Oreal, poor Jamal here is quite a way from home." Sunday made it sound like the next state, "I'd take it as a personal favour if you'd give him a ride home. It seems you know the boy after all."

"Ah, oui," she answered, "indeed if you are ready, we can depart anytime."

"Sure thing, uh, Madame, but I'd like to see Orla first, if you don't mind." The priest smiled.

"Of course, you must be worried. Arlene, can you ask her to meet our guest at the door?" The nurse nodded and left. Sunday continued to speak. "You're always welcome here, Jamal, even if you still want to be an atheist. Come back anytime."

Madame L'Oreal and Jamal left, and Orla was waiting by the door. She gave Jamal a hug, feet lifting off of the floor, and kissed him passionately.

"Thanks, Snake, I'll see you in school, ok?"

"Sure. You sure you're all right?"

"Nothing the nurse can fix, right?"

"Right. See you tomorrow."

"Bye."

Jamal and Madame L'Oreal left in the teacher's little sports car. Jamal was impressed, he thought she was stuffy and boring, but outside of school she was glamorous and drove a sports car!

"This is a nice car, Madame. You're like a different person out of school, aren't you?"

"I do my work, and I have my personal life. I do enjoy ze teaching, but I do my best not to bring it 'ome." She smiled, "you like the car?"

"Yeah! European, isn't it?"

"Indeed. Français. Small and fast. We can take 'er onto the 'ighway, if you like?"

"For real? I'd love it!"

"Let me take off these 'eels."

They pulled over, both wearing wicked grins and the teacher turned in her seat putting her feet into Jamal's lap.

"If you please, the buckles." She pointed to the small buckles on her long heels. While Jamal took her first shoe off, she rolled her skirt up, bearing her legs to him.

"Throw zem in ze back," she told him, one bare foot in his lap. She was still grinning like an excited schoolgirl. Her now bare foot moved slowly down his leg, although he didn't really notice.

Madame L'Oreal wasn't ignorant to the rumours, she was aware of Jamal's nickname, and just like Orla, she was curious. She hadn't been looking for the chance, but now that she was here, she decided to try and find out.

Her bare foot had found... something. As she ran it down the length, she decided that it couldn't be his "snake". It was just too big!

Disappointed, she turned back around and, with her elegant dress pulled up past her knees, drove off to the highway.

When they hit the highway, she turned to Jamal, eyes alight with excitement.

"I know a place where we can do some real driving! Just a few miles from 'ere. Are you in a 'urry?"

"No, Madame, my mom will be out till late, so I don't have to rush at all!"

"Oui, but out of school, je m'appelle Virginie." She hit the gas before Jamal could respond, throwing him back into his seat. Eyes on the road, she shifted up through the gears, never taking her hand from the stick until she was in top gear. Jamal watched the needle climb past 60, past 80, past 100. This little thing could really fly! 140, and she lifted off.

"You look a little pale, Jamal. You sure you can 'andle zis?" She grinned, taking an off ramp a little too fast.

"I'm just fine, Virginie," Jamal said coolly, "this baby can shift!"

"It's not all about power, like your American 'ot rods." She flashed an evil grin at him. "Now zat we are 'ere, we can 'ave some fun!"

She pulled the emergency brake and swung the rear end out, speeding away along a winding rural road. Concentrating intensely on the road, she took great delight in rounding bends flat out, almost grazing walls at the side of the road, and momentarily taking to the air as she crested a hill. Jamal was terrified, but he was loving it!

"Zis is the way a car should drive, non?" She shouted over the engine. "Maybe we stop for a bit." She pulled another e-brake turn, this time through a tight entrance into a field. A little further in she pulled some donuts, before skidding to a stop next to some trees.

"Shiiiit, teach. That was some driving right there! I mean that was the scariest thing I ever did but, man, that was FUN!"

"You like, oui? I come out 'ere any time I can. It is my favourite thing, to drive fast. It always gets me wet." She wiped her hands on her naked legs.

"Im not surprised you sweat when you drive like that, I know I am!" She gazed hungrily at his young body.

"Non, Jamal. Not sweat. Wet. I want to fuck. Right now." She wasn't wiping her hands at all, she was pushing her skirt further up. It was at her waist now, and Jamal could see her trimmed bush of short, dark, curly hair.

The teacher parted her legs slightly and ran a finger along the slit in her labia, moaning gently. She offered the finger to Jamal.

"'Ow would you like to taste a French girl's chatte, Jamal?" She growled.

Jamal was pretty shocked by this turn of events. He had never thought of the French teacher as sexy until he saw her in the church. But he was no fool, here she was offering him her pussy, and he was damn sure going to take it! He took the finger into his mouth and sucked, the sweet nectar making his blood flow.

"Mmmm," she moaned, "good." She unhooked both seatbelts and took her dress off over her head, throwing it into the back. Jamal could only stare at her naked body, no underwear at all. A small, firm pair of tits, with big, protruding nipples which seemed to point to the sky. Her body was taught, not muscled, but well looked after, and her skin was beautiful, clear, milky white.

"You like? Bon. Come." She breathed the last word so that Jamal almost came right there! He was about to climb on top of her, when she opened the car door and got out. He quickly scrambled out too. Finding her sitting on the hood facing out. Her legs were spread wide and her fingers probing gently into her 'chatte'.

"Come, Jamal, I want you 'ere," she urged, "I want you to bouffé ma foufoune, to eat my cunt."

Jamal didn't need to be asked twice. He came around to the front of the car and planted his feet. He took a wide stance so that he could get lower down, he thought about kneeling, but knew that his cock was too hard to let him bend his knees. It felt like it was going to rip through his pants!

He bent his waist, which helped to reduce the pain caused by his cock straining to point straight up. His face first met a beautiful milk white thigh, waxed smooth. His tongue flickerd out, raising a gasp of delight from his French teacher. He turned his head to the other thigh, this time running his tongue slowly up the inside of her creamy, smooth thigh, until he could feel the warmth of her wet slot.

He turned to face it, breathing in it's intoxicating scent. Madame L'Oreal placed her fingers delicately on her labia, softly parting them so that Jamal could see the pink interior. He breathed her in, about to make a delicate flick of his tongue on her clit, when she grabbed his head with her free hand and roughly pulled his face onto her wet, warm pussy.

"Fuck, Jamal, eat it, bury your face in me," she screamed, "I want to come on your face!" She wrapped her legs around his head and ground her dark bush into his nose as he began to flick his tongue over her distended clit. She began to squeeze her firm tits as Jamal lifted her ass off of the car and began probing her depths with his tongue. her grip on his head only got stronger, and she started to buck, fucking his tongue with delight.

"That's it," she cheered, "bouffé ma foufoune, oooh, ma chatte, elle t'aimee. Oooh, suck it Jamal, ah oui!" Her back arched, she grabbed his hair and squeezed his head with her legs, so close to cumming she had stopped shouting at him. Jamal sucked her clitoris softly into his mouth, flicking his toungue over it quickly.

She went WILD! She screamed her lungs out and bucked heavily against the hood, Jamal's head still trapped in her vice grip legs. He kept up the assualt on her clit, even as he felt the gush of her cum run over his face. He lapped it up like it was his favourite dessert, and when she started to slow down, he sucked her clit into his mouth again. This time when his tongue hit it, she shouted in a much lower tone.

"MEEEEERDE! PUUTAAIIN! JE JOOOURIIIIS!"

By now, Jamal's head was getting pretty sore. Madame L'Oreal had a tight grip, and when she came, it only got tighter. She was still bucking and screaming, though when Jamal slipped two thick fingers deep into her spasming cunt.

"MEEEERRRRDE DE PUUUTAAAIIIN, JAAAMMAAAALL," she growled, grinding onto his hand, her juices running once more as she came for the third time on the hood of her french sports car.

She loosened her grip, panting. Her milky white skin was glistening in the moonlight, beads of sweat clung to her pointed nipples.

"No- no more, Jamal," she panted, lifting his head, "I cannot take it." She looked lovingly into his eyes, leaned forward and kissed him passionately. Her tongue invaded his mouth, eager to taste the cum she had produced.

Still dazed, Jamal barely noticed the sirens. Virginie slipped forward, hand rubbing at his crotch. She grasped at his waistband, tugging it downwards. She had almost got it when she realised what she was hearing.

"Putain!" she swore, "Jamal, we must go, quickly!" She ran around to the car door. Jamal hadn't moved. "Jamal! Move, the police are coming! We cannot be found!" At last, Jamal came to his senses, realising that he had been hearing sirens for a while, he ran to the door and got straight in. As soon as he sat down, she started driving. Before Jamal could buckle up, she was out of the field and on the road, moving faster than she had been before, and still coming achingly close to every bend on the road. Left turn, right turn, right again, adrenaline pumping, trees flashed by the windows, and the pace only quickened. Jamal watched in terror as she pulled the emergency brake and swung right at a junction. Thank God, he thought, that the streets are quiet!

They flew past a gas station, and swerved onto another rural road, where again she raced through the winding curves like they were on the highway. Jamal risked a look at their speed as they took a right hander. Just a touch under 100, on a curve! She was CRAZY!

Then he noticed something else. She was naked! She'd been in such a hurry to get away from the police that she hadn't bothered to dress! Her smooth, creamy skin, still glistening with sweat, contrasted by her dark, curly bush, trimmed short and shaped to a perfect triangle. Her heaving breasts, not big, but firm. They looked like they were held up by her nipples, curving upward until the red, pointed jewels in a milky white sea, where they suddenly curved, round and delicate.

"Jamal," she breathed, "Zat was exciting, non? I sink we 'ave lost zem now." Jamal noticed now that she had slowed the pace, and was heading back to the highway.

"Wow, Madame, umm, Virginie, just wow! You are CRAZY! I saw you take a curve at one hundred miles per hour back then! Those cops had no chance!"

"You OK, Jamal, you 'ad a bit of a moment back there, non?"

"I'm OK," he smiled, "I was just a bit dazed, you know? You had a pretty tight grip back there!"

"Vraiment, I do not sink zat I 'ave ever cum so 'ard! You know what zey call you in school, Jamal? The snake. Is it true, Jamal? Do you have ze huge bite?"

"A big bit, huh? Heh, I guess it's a 'bit' bigger than most." He smiled, cockily. " I know I'm the biggest guy on the team, at least."

"You must show it to me, Jamal. I want to see if it is true!" One of her hands strayed from the wheel. She adjusted her position and started to play with her naked pussy. They passed a sign pointing back to town.

"You do realise you're naked, driving into town, right?"

"Oui, Jamal, does it make you 'ot?" The teacher was smouldering.

"Shiiit, I've been hard since we left the field! You're so hot you could melt steel!"

"Oh, you poor boy, we must make sure you get some release, non? But it is late, your mother will be 'ome, non?" Her fingers continued to probe as she drove through the town.

"Shit, you're right, I better get home!" he had lost track of time, his mom would worry if he didn't get back soon.

"Oui, I must agree. I should take you 'ome. First, though, I 'ave to see. You will show me, non?" He took the hand from her pussy and placed it on his crotch, allowing her to feel his hardness. Slowly, he slid her hand down it's length until she couldn't reach any further with one hand still on the wheel. He let go of her hand, and she started to stroke it gently through his pants. He leaned over and placed his hand between her legs, his fingers began to touch her pussy as he whispered into her ear.

"You don't need to see it to believe, Madame."

She turned into his street, almost hitting a parked car, his fingers delving deep into her. Each touch of her clitoris brought fresh waves of pleasure, and as she stopped outside of his door, she came again. Her pussy tightened around his thick fingers, her juices ran out onto her seat, but she managed to stay quiet.

Jamal slipped out of the car and went into the house before she could say another word.



Jamal and Orla Ch. 04



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?"

"Harry left a few boxes in here when we moved." She shrugged We're still moving them." She turned and saw Jamal, who had bee staring at her ass, wondering if she was wearing and panties. A lot of women seemed not to, these days, and since he had no bra on...

"Hiya, handsome," Arlene said, throatily, "since you're here, how's about giving me a hand with some boxes?" He looked at Orla, who nodded.

"Sure, uh, which ones?"

"Come with me."

I'll cum wherever you like, he thought.

She walked down the tight space between the shelves with Jamal in tow. All the while he watched her ass swaying. She stopped suddenly and bent over. Jamal almost walked into her, but stopped himself. From here he had an even better view of that sweet ass. 

She stood up, holding a small package.

"Just a bit further," she said, "there's quite a few left, but I don't have room in the car for them all."

They came to the back of the supply room, where there were a few boxes. She stood by the biggest one and faced Jamal.

"This one first. It'll take both of us to lift. Not that is heavy, but it's big." She bent over, giving him a great view of her cleavage.

I'd just love to bury my cock in there, he thought. He moved around and set himself to lift the box.

"On 3," she said, "1- 2- 3!" They lifted it together. It was heavier than she had said, and Jamal had to adjust it. It got snagged a little on his shirt, not much, bit enough to loft it slightly.

"You got it?" She asked.

"Yeah, I think so."

"Good." She smiled. "Let me just-" she heaved it up a bit, testing her big round tits on there. Her cleavage opened up slightly, and Jamal imagined burying his head in there. His cock was still rock hard.

They carried the box down the stairs and into the car park. It was pretty tough going, especially on the stairs. Jamal had to adjust his grip a couple of times.

He was very much aware of his cock hiding in his shirt. It would only stay there of it stayed hard! Luckily, Arlene was pretty hot, so he amused himself by imagining himself fucking her on the bonnet of the French sports car, or getting sucked off on the treatment table. Man, he'd had a good day yesterday!

They put the box down at her car. It was a pretty small car, they'd probably only fit this box in it. She opened the rear door.

"We'll just slide it in here," she told him, "do you mind helping me at the other end? I'll bring you back on time for class."

"I guess," he shrugged, "won't your husband help you?"

"He'll be on his way here. Teacher's meeting, apparently."

"Ok, sure. I can help."

They lifted the box again. Jamal noticed that she always bent at the waist. He wondered if she did that in the bedroom, too. This time, though, her face got real close to his cock head. He thought he could feel her breath on it.

She climbed into the car to guide the box in while Jamal pushed. As she did, she fell forward a little. Her face planted straight into him. He felt her cute little nose on his sensitive glans. Heaven, he thought.

"Sorry," she said, looking quizzical. She didn't say anything, but he knew she'd felt it too. He tried not to look embarrassed.

They got the box in, and Arlene climbed out of the door on the other side. She was still looking at him oddly. They got in and drove off. It wasn't far to her house, and Jamal enjoyed the view of her gorgeous legs on the way. When they got there, another car was pulling out of the drive, and Arlene waved to Mr. Morris as he drove past Jamal's door. She had leaned over and put a hand on his thigh. Usually that was where his cock would rest, but not now. She looked at him.

"Oh, Jamal, you've got something on your shirt!"

Jamal looked down. When he saw the damp patch, he instantly knew what it was. Pre-cum. His cock had been hard for a long time now, and it was a decent sized patch, but it was right where his cock head was.

"It's nothing, probably just a bit sweaty from the stairs," he lied. Arlene was rooting around in her purse. She pulled out a tissue.

"We'll have it cleaned right up," she told him. He tried to protest, but she just tutted and ignored him.

She put the tissue against the stain and started to rub. A wide grin formed on her lips as she realised what she was rubbing.

"You're a big boy, aren't you? Did I interrupt something earlier? Well, I can't just leave you like this. Come inside."

She opened his door and climbed over, straddling him. Retook his hand and guided it down her low cut top. He smiled as he fondled her tits, pinching lightly at her erect nipples.

"Mmm, good," she moaned, "let's go." She took his hand away and climbed out.

As he got out, she grabbed him by the cock and dragged him into the house. He barely managed to close the door before she was on him. She kissed him, passionately, tongue invading his mouth. Her hands were everywhere. They grabbed at his tight ass, they rubbed inside his legs, they followed the line of his cock. For a few lust filled minutes, she explored every inch of his body with her wandering hands.

"I want you inside me NOW!" She demanded. Not waiting for an answer, she dragged him into the front room and threw him onto a big seat.

"This is where my husband likes to sit," she told him, unbuttoning his pants, "we're gonna fuck here," she continued, pulling them off, "and he's going to smell it every time he sits here!"

With that, she buried her head between his legs and started sucking at his nuts.

"Better get that shirt off before it gets torn off!" she told him, tongue wrapping around his sack. Jamal did as he was told, he was gonna bang this hot bitch! She looked up.

"Wow," she gaped, "even bigger than I thought!" She pulled a lever and the seat reclined. She climbed onto the seat and straddled him. She started to slide along his cock. She definitely wasn't wearing any panties! She leaned into him and whispered,

"You're going to split me apart with that thing, I'll never feel my poor husband again!" She grabbed his hands and roughly pressed them against her full, round tits. He squeezed them and tugged down at her top, until they spilled out.

"Suck them, Jamal. Suck my titties!" He was only happy to oblige, first sucking, then nibbling, and licking them, while Arlene's pussy juices dripped onto his massive tool.

She leaned closer and started licking at her own nipple, sharing it with Jamal. Their tongues intertwined and it became an impassioned, lustful kiss.

While their lips were locked, the married, white nurse's hand reached down and slowly guided his 'snake' towards her hot, wet cunt. When they first made contact, both of them let out a low, hungry growl.

They stayed, liplocked, his cock poised to invade her tunnel of love, a picture of wanton lust, for a long, sensual moment. Her pussy had never been split so wide, his cock was breaching new territory.

She slowly pushed her ass down, Jamal's 'snake' stretching apart her pussy lips. She pushed past the bulbous head of his cock, and both of them felt the shock rock their systems. Jamal barely kept himself from shooting his load, the same load that both Virginie and Orla had failed to coax from his balls. Arlene came.

Rocked by orgasm, she wailed. Her spasming cunt felt amazing on Jamal's cock head. She pushed down harder and came again, louder.

Jamal felt like a real stud, he'd brought this married, white nurse to orgasm without any effort. He wondered what would happen if he did try.

Just as an experiment, he bucked his hips. Another inch or so of cock flesh disappeared into Arlene's hungry cunt. She came again!

"FUUUUUUCK! AAAAAAAH! SOOOOO BIIIIG!" She hollered, "MOOORE, I WAAAANT MOOORE! GIVE ME MORE OF THAT BIG BLACK DICK!"

Jamal was only happy to oblige. He bucked his hips a little harder, sending several inches of 'snake' into her stretched slot.

"SHIIIIT!" she screamed, reaching down and grabbing Jamal's cock, "You're alREEEADY deeper than my hUUUSBAAAND, and there's still AAALL THIIIS LEEEFT!" She started to grind on his cock, "DEEEPER! FUUUUCK IT DEEEPER! I WAAANT IT AAAALL! I WAAANT TO KNOOOW HOW IT FEEELS!"

Orgasms racked her body while she impaled herself on his massive rod of flesh. He pushed it deeper, breaching virgin territory. She continued to bellow, clawing his well muscled chest while he kneaded her tits. His cock was more that half way in now, and he started to slowly withdraw it.

"NOOO! FUCK NOOO! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!" She yelled, only for Jamal to push hard, sinking his cock deeply into he soaking wet cunt. He slammed his cock against her cervix, but she didn't scream out in pain. She screamed out as a fresh stream of orgasms flooded her conciousness.

Jamal, being inexperienced, had no idea what he had done. He did know that he still had inches of cock to give, and she had wanted it all. He pulled a couple of inches back and...

THRUST.

There was a filthy cracking sound as he pushed through her cervix, his cock penetrating directly into her womb. She cried out in delicious agony, claws on Jamal's chest drawing blood.

"STOOOP! FUUUCK!" the primal scream erupted from Arlene. She panted, slowly growing accustomed to the pain. "Just, just- give me a minute." She breathed deeply, composing herself. "No one has ever been this deep. I'm completely full. I think you just broke into my womb!"

Moments passed, Arlene breathed, a look of bliss soon took over from the grimace of pain.

"Did I take it all?" She asked, seemingly pleased with the accomplishment. Indeed, her ass now rested on his ball sack. He was balls deep in her.

She started to grind, slowly, testing for pain and pleasure. She tightened her pussy muscles, daring Jamal to deposit his seed directly into her womb.

Her pain was outweighed by her lust. She started to bounce her ass, slowly at first, and only a small amount. Gradually, her strokes got longer and faster until she was fucking in earnest. Jamal didn't want to hurt her again, so he left it all up to her. She lifted her skirt high and started rubbing her clitoris. Jamal could now see his black cock pushing into her married white cunt. There was a stark contrast in their skin colours, and it looked lewd.

Arlene was coming again and Jamal was real close. She finally pushed him over the edge, saying

"Cum in me, you fucking hung stud. Fill my womb with your seed. I want your baby in me, do what my husband can't!"

His load had been building for most of a sex filled day, it was a massive blast that shot into her.

She felt his cock twitching.

She felt it grow.

She felt it hit her insides.

She came again.

"FUUUUUUUUUUUCK!" she yelled as her pussy muscles spasmed again, drawing every iota of potent cum for Jamal's cock. She was helpless, her back arched and her fists clenched and her body forced its way down, pushing Jamal's unprotected cock deep into her fertile womb.

She glided off of the chair, on cloud nine, her pussy battered and stretched, an exquisite ache deep within. None of Jamal's copious cumshot had escaped, all of it created the warm feeling she had inside.

She knelt before him, head bowed as if in prayer before the altar of his cock. Wordlessly, she started to lick his cock, slowly covering every inch, bottom to top, all the way around. Jamal sat back and enjoyed as she thoroughly cleaned his massive meat with her tongue. She took the head into her mouth and flickered her tongue over the slit.

Jamal was hard again, but he saw the clock on the wall, and realised that he was late for class. And who's class? Madame Virginie L'Oreal. Arlene put her tits into Jamal's lap and he thought, ah fuck it, I'm getting a detention anyway, might as well enjoy it!

She was looking into his eyes as she started to rub her titties all over his cock. She didn't take the head out of her mouth while she worked those big round mamms up and down his shaft. There was enough saliva and sweat there to lubricate the titty fuck, while she rolled her tongue around his sensitive tip.

Jamal was getting into it, and he put a hand on her head, the temptation to push growing by the second. She opened her mouth and breathed in a cold blast of air, sending a shock though him. He put a slight pressure on the back of her head and bucked his hips at the feeling. She put up no resistance, and her mouth slowly closed over the shaft of his huge black cock.

When he felt his cock hit the back of her mouth, he stopped pushing, but she kept going regardless, deepthroating massive amounts of man meat. When her face was pressed against her tits, she came up for air.

"I can take it, Jamal," she said with venom "fuck my mouth, you hung bastard. Pound it hard until you fill my belly with your cum!"

Jamal was taken aback by this outburst. She had been almost reverent up till now. Not wanting to disappoint, however, he placed one hand on the back of her head and pushed down. She pulled her head up instead.

"You fucker," she spat, "I said fuck it, not make love like my pussy husband. Fuck me and make me your whore!"

He tried again, this time pushing a bit harder, but he hesitated when he felt her throat again. She pulled his cock out of her mouth.

"You a fucking pussy or something, Jamal? I said fuck my face, you loser!"

Jamal got pissed. Who does this white bitch think she is? If she wants it rough, she's gonna get it rough, bitch. He stood up, legs apart and pointed his cock head at the bitch.

"Put your fucking lips around this, bitch," he demanded, "and no fucking teeth!" She smiled, and it looked like she was going to speak, when Jamal slapped her face with his hard member. She fell back, but got quickly up and put her lips around Jamal's cock. Jamal could see the red, cock shaped mark he had left on her face.




Jamal and Orla Ch. 04



"Now show me again how much you can take, bitch!"

She slowly started to slide her mouth down his cock, but Jamal wasn't waiting this time. He grabbed two handfuls of her hair and pulled her towards him, jamming most of his cock down her throat and holding her there. He waited until she was pushing back pretty hard, then he pulled her off of his cock by the hair. She sucked in deep breaths of air.

"Now, bitch, you want me to fuck your face, you say please."

"Ple-ease!" she panted.

"What?" He cock slapped her again. She was gonna bruise if he kept doing that. "What'd you say, bitch?"

"Please fuck my face, please!"

"You my whore? My whore calls me sir. What do you call me, slut?"

"Sir, I call you sir. Please, sir, will you fuck my face, sir?"

"Sure, whore. Open wide!"

She had barely opened her mouth when Jamal pushed his cock down her throat. Grabbing handfuls of hair, he started humping his massive meat into her mouth, gathering speed quickly. He could get into this, he thought as he pounded his 'snake' deeper into her throat with every stroke. Soon her nose was against his pelvis and she was moaning between the squelches. It wasn't long either before he noticed her body shaking as she orgasmed again.

Jamal felt his cum building, It would be soon at this rate. She was gonna get it, but not how she wanted it. He slammed his cock balls deep into her face and pulled it out all the way, then one more time balls deep, and feeling his cock begin to pump his second load of the morning, he pulled it out once more.

And came.

He spurted one long rope into her hair and down her face, and a second on the other side, holding her hair tight so she couldn't take it into her mouth. He shot a third rope right at her face, and some of it did go into her mouth, but mostly it just stuck there. He threw he back onto the floor and fired the fourth and fifth volleys over her tits and her top. Finally, he knelt over her and stuffed his cock deep into her throat and emptied the rest of his load into her belly.

"Now," he said, retrieving his clothes, "I'm late for class. Let's get this box and you can take me to school."

Jamal was dropped off about twenty minuites later. Arlene had cleaned her face and tits, but Jamal had made her leave with his cum still in her hair and on her clothes. She was all set to suck his cock again while he drove to school, but he wanted to leave her hungry. This bitch liked to be treated bad, and he was gonna give her what she wanted!

He looked at the clock as he walked into the school, and realised that he had in fact missed French altogether. He was in History with Mr Morris! He walked into the classroom, and Mr. Morris said,

"Nice of you to join us, Jamal. Why are you late to my class?"

Just finished fucking your wife, sir, he thought.

"I had to go see the nurse, Mr. Morris," he lied. Well, not so much a lie. Arlene was a nurse.

"I'll ask her, shall I?" the teacher challenged.

"Sure, why not?" he bluffed. Besides, Nurse Dixon was sure to back him up, if she wanted their 'treatment' to continue. Mr. Morris looked unconvinced, but told Jamal to sit down and continued the lesson.