This choice: James' little sister is prim and proper-seeming Aki • Go Back...Chapter #6James' little sister is prim and proper Aki by: WangJohnson   With a softly mouthed "Oh,", the pale and dainty Aki delicately fussed with the dresser between the beds, and handed James one of tablets within.
James 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. Aki demurely follows after him, smoothing out her skirt and fanning out her hair before sitting with a soft, prim plop. 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," Aki promptly peered his way at the first word, "would I know the school you came from?"
She offered a small seated bow, and her red lipstick made her apologetic smile striking.
"I'm sorry senpai, but I was tutored at home."
"Didn't go to school then, huh? How do you feel now that you're in one?"
Aki gives the question serious thought, a slender-fingered hand rising to gently cup her chin.
"Excited at a chance to meet people and experience new things," she starts, before frowning even as her nipples began to strain against her shirt, "and worried about embarrassing my family."
"Which parent's the scary one, then?"
"My father - she's the head of our clan back home, and a major figure in politics pushing for more cock-oriented-"
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."
"Thank goodness," Aki whispers to herself, "I was worried it'd start too tough."
Once again, James can't help but note a distinct tenting of her skirt and hardening of her nipples at the thought of trouble.
"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.
"O-oh my," Aki gasps as a hand goes to her throat, "Feeding one's penis with fruit? How... indecent."
There's a visible darkening of the skirt over her tented prick at the words - James smiled at the already expected sight.
"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 little sister is clearly trying, but her inexperience is radiating off her. For now just working with the grapes, she's pushing the orbs in and fingering them down one at a time, her face flushed and eyes averted. She picks up her speed as she goes, and as the grapes run low she switches to larger fruit - first plums, then lemons. Her face starting to twist in pain, she escalates the whole way to oranges in her frenzied dick stuffing. At her pace, she's emptying her bowl faster than James now - and he can't help but be aroused by the sight of it.
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's produced.
Much less full than you expected it, the two thirds empty pitcher smells like a delicious fruit salad, the normally heady scent of cum nowhere to be sniffed. It sloshes around like a heavy cream when swirled, and with a glance at Aki's still over-stuffed balls he takes a hearty sip.
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?   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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