The lithe dickgirl Rose started towards the door, only to skid to a halt mid-trot and turn on her heel with a flushed face.
"Oh right, right," The olive-toned athlete muttered while she rummaged about in the dresser between beds, "That tablet doohickey, now where is - ah-hah!"
With an energetic twirl that whirled her long dark red braid about her like a comet, James' little sister turned about face and delivered a tablet into his grasp with gusto.
"Here you go dude," She says with a self-satisfied smirk as she pops a fist against freckled chest, "My first lil' sister duty, cleared! Now we gotta go to class, right? Let's go!"
Rose was out the door in a dash - and back just as fast, sheepishly waiting for James to show her the way to class.
Grinning, James turned his tablet 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. Rose didn't seat herself so much as leap ass-first at the chair, the heavy impact causing only a minor tremor in her sporty, freckled chest. Her limbs managed to knock against James during the reckless move - most notably how she half-kneed his pants-straining bulge. While it was only a wince-inducing near-miss, James had no issue when a flustered Rose immediately dove head-first into his crotch, and peppered apology kisses through his pants onto the junk beneath.
With his foot-and-change trousersnake lengthening along his left leg from his little sister's apology, James is feeling good about the impending class. 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 - most particularly Rose's as she rises from James' lap.
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 found his personal space being forcefully penetrated by a beaming, inquisitive face sporting a gap-toothed grin.
"So, mister 'Big Brother' - who're you? I mean, you know I'm your new adorable little sister Rose," The fellow redhead continues with a playfully affected swoon, "But I didn't get any memo saying who my big brother's gonna be. So what's your name, huh?"
"Geeze, you don't think you're coming off a bit too strong there?"
"Maybe, but what's it matter? I'm sure people'll get used to my nature, right?"
"Well, what with the big brother privileges, it could get pretty rough if you ended up really pissing someone off."
James has to burst her uncomprehending bubble, and continued on.
"...I'm saying that you could, say, have someone revenge-fucking you for annoying them."
A look of comprehension crosses Rose's face, followed closely by a smug look of confidence.
"Heh; I dare anyone at this school to pound me hard enough I'm begging them to stop - my ass is the strongest!"
"Lots of new students think that."
"But do those new students have an asshole like this," Rose chirps while standing back up and whirling about, pulling her yoga shorts down in a flash to expose a dark wrinkled donut of pulsing anus that strains against the taut butt-cheeks that try to envelop it, "Do they, huh?"
Faced with a pube-ringed bunghole that looks like it could swallow his head, nevermind his hands, James felt himself distinctly off-pace but undoubtedly aroused, as the creak from his pants' zipper could attest.
The time for chit-chat wraps up before James can be forced to answer as a chime rings and class starts. Adjusting his turgid package, 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 god," Rose softly grunts as she pumps a fist under the table, "I hate classes that really make me think."
"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.
"What, are we gonna need full stomachs for whatever he's gonna have us do in cockvo... oh," Rose whisper-babbles in initial confusion before connecting the dots, "Duh."
"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 got a late start, as she ran off to pest the teacher for something. She's returned since, and looked rather proud of the painfully spiky looking pineapple she's touting. She plunks it down on her seat, splaying her legs to stand over her fruit-topped seat as she looked at James with a challenge gleaming in her eyes.
"Sooo, mister Big Brother with no name; sounded like you're pretty confident that you GDE seniors are better than newbies like me, huh?"
"Maybe."
"Well then, how about a lil' bet?"
James is less interested in her challenging smile, and more in peering at the once more de-yoga-shorts'd genitals a mere foot from his face.
"I'm listening."
Rose crosses her arms and puffs her chest with a look of smug pride, completely missing how James glanced about her floppy veiny cock and her thickly wrinkled hairy balls.
"The deal's simple; I bet that I can clear out more of my bowl o' fruit than you can yours!"
Why yes, James decided; Rose's asshole is getting roughly tickled by the pineapple's leaves.
"And we'd be betting what, exactly?"
The look on Rose's face makes it clear she hadn't even considered it.
"How about a favor to the winner," James quickly prompted, since this sounded fun anyway, "To be redeemed today."
"Sounds okay - wait, is that you accepting? Then it's go time!"
With a fierce grunt Rose slams herself down into her seat, her leathery looking jumbo ring of an asshole swallowing the painful looking mass of fruit in an instant.
Even though James had a few orange's lead on Rose from an early start, the shemale freshman didn't seem perturbed. With flushed cheeks, heavy panting and a tendency to bite her lower lip and groan, she's violently assaulting her dick. That brown skinned, veiny and intensely straining dick of hers is getting abused, as Rose practically punches each new meal home, in effect fisting her dick with every fruitly insertion. However rough that may be, there's no denying that it's fast, and James has to pick up his pace. At some point the teacher passes by the table, but James had little attention to spare.
Once Mr D has finished examining everyone's progress he rings a bell, and 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. They seems more or less apace there, near the end, and both fruit bowls seem about as empty... it's going to be close.
Did James end up with the more full pitcher, or did the anally stimulated Rose outdo him in cum production?
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