With a hand raising to fastidiously adjust the glasses that only seem to emphasize her sharp glare, Sophia picks up the tablets on the dresser between the 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. After a distinct snort, the tall bombshell Sophia wipes down the seat before sitting down. She crosses her curvy legs, forcing her ball-based bulge up more prominently as she attends to her tablet. 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 where are you from?"
Sophia doesn't turn to face James, frowning in profile as she keeps reading.
"I don't believe I have to tell you that."
"Aw, don't be like that - we're roommates now!"
"...We are," She whispers while turning at last, a trace of anger and embarrassment both flashing across her face, "and we met by you peeping on me when I wasn't ready!"
Oh yeah, the undersized dick thing - that could be a real problem if the faculty wants to do something about it.
"I'm sure you'll get past that; we won't be having many boundaries as roommates, after all!"
"...Mind if I quote you on that?" Sophia says in an odd voice as she taps away at an app.
"Well-"
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."
"More time to read up on the rules," Sophia mutters to herself with a crinkled brow, "But what's that say about the lesson's quality?"
James feels it's a good thing Mr. D's never been defensive about his class, as the teacher affects being hard of hearing.
"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.
"...It's just fruit?" Sophia murmurs, her stern face for once relaxing with a confident sort of relief that makes her look all the cuter, "Then this will be a breeze."
Now James looked forward to seeing what his little sister could do.
"For right now, 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 not-so-little sister's furtively attending to her junk, it's true - carefully taking use of her meaty legs, general balls and hands to keep her smaller shaft inconspicuous - but for all that, James can't help but be impressed. While she's not feeding her cock any faster than other people, she's started with the bigger pieces, and each one's sliding down with surprising speed. Her dick's flared head yawns wide for each piece, and the veiny shaft seems to forcefully gulp them down with muscles all its own. She makes excellent use out of her head start, and gets to linger at cleaning the smaller fruits out of her bowl's bottom, and she gave James a triumphant grin the whole while. He couldn't deny being aroused at the sight.
Mr. D sweeps by your table, giving you a familiar nod as he looks at your mostly emptied bowl, and gives Sophia a respectable nod for her powerful first showing.
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's produced.
Filled an inch shy of the brim - and a milkily filled waterbottle visibly being stowed away in Sophia's bag - bubbles refuse to pop and slime shifts about like egg yolks. It's a stringy mess, and it just smells like cum, no scent of fruit to be found. James raised the pitcher to his lips and took a swig of what sure smelled like pure cum.
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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