Lazily lidded eyes sparking wide as if something just came to her, the plump Bonny grabs the pair of tablets off the dresser between beds, and hands one to James.
He turned it on and was presented with a map of the school, as well as his class schedule in the upper right corner. The room Mr. D uses on the second floor of the building for the Art of Cockvore blinked yellow, not that he needed the reminder. Every year's first class has been 'Art of Cockvore' since before James enrolled. He barely paid the map any mind yet still was just in time for class with his little sister in tow. Acting fast, James claims his favored table over by the window. With a groan from the chair's metal struts, Bonnie drops herself in the other seat, arresting some of her jiggle-inducing fall's force by promptly slouching with splayed legs. At the table in front of them, an androgynous blond with positively luscious locks took a seat after he'd adjusted his pants around his own weighty bulge. A shorter and even more effeminate mop-headed new brunette boy joined him, blushing and failing to meet anyone's eyes.
While James listened with half an ear to the two freshmen in front who introduced themselves to one another - blond Alex and brunette Scotty at the sound of it - he chatted up the little sister he'd only just minutes before met.
"So," James opines, "where'd you go before here?"
A tired sigh made Bonnies entire torso heave with enticing jiggliness.
"Nowhere special, really - just a sorta progressive school."
"How progressive are we talking?"
She flops a hand back and forth before dropping it back on the desk, slouching down to rest atop it and her chest pillows.
"Had waivers, nondisclosure and all that - obviously you know the drill."
"Hah. So how'd you get here? Family connection?"
She offers a coy grin, scratching her belly with her free hand before turning towards the front of the classroom.
The time for chit-chat has wrapped up as a chime rang and class started. James turned to face the front as crop-topped Mr. D arrived to begin class.
"Good morning students! Hopefully everyone had a great summer. Welcome to every year's first class, the Art of Cockvore! I'm gonna be your teacher, Mr. Dalavitz, or just Mr. D if you want. Now I know, it's always a pain to have to come back to school, so today is gonna be an easy day."
"Oh good," Bonnie mumbled, "I won't have to put in much effort, then."
James felt it's probably a good thing the teacher didn't hear that.
"Now, if you're a returning student," Mr D continues, "You should be quite familiar with the classes thrust, and I'm expecting you to help our newer students. For those of you who are brand new though, this class might be more of a challenge, but you'll get the hang of it. Now, for today, I just want to see where you all are at in terms of ability. This isn't a test or anything; it's just so I know what we need to work on." Mr D the retrieves bowl after bowl of fruit from the side counter in the room, and places one before each student. They're filled to the brim with all manner of fruits, including grapes, apples, oranges, even grapefruits.
"Great, I was already getting hungry," Bonnie says as she licks at the drool pooling along her lip, "just the thing after a wankfest."
James had to work to avoid snickering and catching the teacher's attention, but he manages it. It helps that Mr. D's allowing some time for the new students who didn't already know what to expect to get over the shock. James enjoyed how little his little sister seemed to mind, new or no.
"For right now," Mr. D continues after the hubbub dies down, "I wanna see how many and how big of items you're all able to handle, and we'll work from there. I'll come around in the last ten, fifteen minutes of class to see how you've all done. Then we'll have a taste test at the end. Good luck!" The teacher then takes a seat at his desk and begins writing papers. Then the room is filled with the sound of zippers coming down, yours among them.
As James nonchalantly pushed oranges down into his hungry balls, he looked around at the rest of the class. He looked, as he usually did in new classes, for anyone who stood out - a few caught his eye. James watches a girl shove an entire grapefruit down her long, skinny rod; it's like watching a giraffe swallow a bowling ball. The large fruit makes the long journey down her shaft before plopping into her ballsack, engorging her right nut by a considerable amount. She then goes after the other grapefruit in the bowl to balance things out.
James doesn't get to witness this spectacle conclude, however, as his attention is caught by the person sharing his table. His little sister is utterly defying expectations for such a proportionately puny looking cock - though she's also meeting entirely different ones thanks to her weight. With an inexhaustible sort of hunger, Bonnie's pushing fruit after fruit down her phimotic dick, the obscene bulges stacked back to back. No, it's more than that - she's shoving the fruit stacks in her dick with each new piece, and is driving the bottommost ones straight into her balls, entirely skipping having to work on slurping something down. It's a rough, beastly looking method - and with how quickly her nuts are swelling to hyper sizes it's clearly effective. She's utterly blown past his own formidable efforts - James can't help but be aroused at the sight of such hungry voring.
Mr. D sweeps by your table, giving you a familiar nod as he looks at your mostly emptied bowl, and seems torn on whether to applaud how Bonnie's cleaned her own tray out - or chastise her for snacking on the last pieces orally.
Once Mr D has finished examining everyone's progress, he begins handing out large pitchers to each student.
"Okay, class, time for the taste test! Go ahead and rate your neighbor's flavor. Remember, the more fruit you can take, the sweeter your loads will be!"
All of the students grab their pitchers, stick their hard dicks into them, and started jacking off; James amongst them. The room is filled with heavy breathing, and the sound of flesh rubbing. One by one, students cry out in pleasure as they blow their hot creamy loads into their pitchers. James heard quite a bit splattered on the floor.
He tensed up with his own orangey orgasm, but he's less concerned with his umpteenth time filling a pitcher in Mr. D's class and more interested in what his little sister produced.
Sloshing around like syrup, it's thicker than most cum James has seen, and all the fruity smells can barely get through the muskiness. It's filled to the brim, and he licks his lips before he slurps off the top. Having to halfway chew the concoction, it coats his throat with a powerful taste.
James is aroused by the taste, even if he's still busy with his school day; but does it make him want to fuck someone, or get fucked?
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