Having given herself a sheepish bonk on the head and uttered "Whoops, almost forgot," the athletically husky and heavily tanned Aki bounded to the dresser between beds, and scrabbled for something inside.
"I'm suppose'ta give you this, senpai - no wait," She pauses, hand halting mid-offer with a tablet James recognized, "An' I gotta call you big bro too, right? Well here you go, big bro, your fancy tablet-thingy for being a student here!"
The ginger haired upperclassmen chuckled as Aki finally finished handing it over.
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 half-way tumbled into her seat with little regard for personal space, her heavy chest batted at James' face while her hips gave him a hearty bump. It seemed mostly unintentional as Aki didn't give him a second glance after the potentially flirtatious contact, more interested in peering about the room with wide and curious eyes. 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.
"Heeey, you're both new freshies like me," Aki says while pushing out of her seat and heavily leaning over the table to talk to the new arrivals, "Right, right?"
While the smaller kid jumped at the sudden penetration of his personal space from behind and the blond turned with an easy smile, James busied himself with the great view Aki's giving him of her ass.
"Yeah, that's right - my name's Alex, and-"
"Nice ta meetcha Alex," the owner of a bountiful mass of toned butt with delicious tanlines burbles while turning to the smaller student, "My name's Aki - and who're you?"
"S-scotty," the smallest kid said while James studied the way that Aki's folded over flaccid cock made it look like she was smuggling a particularly fat banana in her black panties, or a suspiciously curved salami.
"So I know I'm here because I guess they like how much physical stuff I can do," Aki offers "But you two seem kinda shrimpy; what was your way in?"
"Well-"
The time for chit-chat wraps up soon enough as a chime rings and class starts. James turned to face the front as crop-topped Mr. D arrived to begin class, catching Aki seated bolt upright in her seat beside him.
"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."
"Whew," Aki said while she slouched with relief from her brief surge of propriety, "I was hopin' there wouldn't be a test or nothin'... sounds like it!"
While she hadn't spoken softly enough to avoid being overheard, it seemed Mr. D shared Jame's amusement at her followup fistpump of victory - or perhaps he liked how fiercely her grapefruit sized tits shook when she did so.
"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.
"Heh, izzat - ooooh," Aki murmurs as her eyes go wide with revelation, "Right, cockvore class... neat!"
She gave James an eager look, and the returning senior looks forward to seeing her taste his cum.
"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... hasn't actually touched her fruit yet, but the moment James looked at her she perks up and takes a deep breath.
"Oh big bro," She fakely swoons with gusto, her eyes locked on your still eating dick, "You gotta help poor ol' ball-less me out, here!"
Between the way she eyed his dick and the way her heaving chest squished and squirmed beneath her hands clasped in fierce prayer, she had James attention.
"...I mean," He replied while his citrus-packed balls gave a particularly strong gurgle of digestion and visibly shifted, "What do you need?"
"I can't actually digest stuff, inside me," She says with a rub to the taut belly beneath her shirt, "But I can totally get rid of this bowl of fruit if you help me?"
"...So like I said, what do you need?"
With a bite to her lip, Aki leaned forward and half-blurted, half whispered in James' ear.
"C-can you stick it in my dick, an' let me suck what you've got out?"
She looked ready to keep explaining, likely at a frantic pace, but instead she smiles in delight as James just nodded.
Aki whipped her already hardening dick out, and James now noted how her cock's slit was longer than usual. It's Aki that thrusts first, catching James as he stands from his seat with a prompt straddling. His foot long cock slides inside what feels like a living cocksleeve, the walls surrounding his dick in a hot, wet embrace. Aki grunts in satisfaction, and surprisingly strong hands start jacking James off through her own penetrated shaft with fierce massaging. Just as James was caught up in such a strange experience suddenly being thrust on him, a powerful force suckled at his cock's tip, and he's sent over the edge. He cums explosively, his heavy sack emptying a half dozen oranges' worth of converted cum - and not a drop's spilled. With a slick sound, Aki pulls her dick off James' own, and motions at the bowls.
"Go ahead senpai - er, big bro; I saw how fast you could pack it in. You can totes finish this all off if room's not an issue?"
The teacher, his circuit around the room only just beginning, chuckles at James and Aki's arrangement before moving on.
Before long, James is getting used to Aki's 'milkings', and Aki herself could pass for pregnant.
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.
Clinking pitchers with a smiling Aki, James knocks back his pitcher with for a swig that he can't help but note is less hearty than hers. It's strange to think that originally this was his own cum - it hardly tastes like James' own flavor. If anything, it doesn't taste of cum at all - it's more like having a fruity paella than a pitcher of sexual fluids. The smell, though - like he's neck deep in a sopping wet pussy. Licking the cumstache off her lips with gusto, Aki trills in appreciation at James' own pitcher, and goes back for another long swallow.
James is aroused by the smell and taste of Aki's cum, as well as her appreciation for his own; is he more interested in seeing her swallowing his cum, or in getting to taste more of what she can make?
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