Every character in this short is an 18+ senior student. It depicts extreme but consensual blowjobs and cum swallowing.
“Nervous?” asked the guy sitting on a chair next to mine. I was happy for a break in the silence. A school cafeteria is eerily quiet before the arrival of the first morning bus.
“A little,” I understated. I spent my entire adult life walking a certain way and sitting a certain way in a failed attempt to hide the massive bulges of my cock and balls. I was not comfortable pantless, legs spread to make room for my heavy sack on the seat, waiting for a flood of teen girls to gaze at my impossibly large penis like a museum piece.
At least my neighbor was in the same embarrassing position with the same unnatural proportions. We’ve probably faced the same hardships. As my few ex-girlfriends could attest, there’s a point where the size of your cock and the quantity of ejaculate it produces hit significant diminishing returns; it’s downright impractical if not painful.
“This still doesn’t feel real,” I said, staring at the cushion on the floor between my feet.
“It’s a dream job, sure, but it’s real. The school gets a government subvention for their ‘green’ initiative, the girls get a protein-rich liquid vegan meal, and we get our cocks sucked. I’ve been sitting in this chair eight hours a day every day for a year, and I still wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.”
“I hope you don’t think I’m here to, like, steal your job or anything. I didn’t know there was already someone like me at this school.”
The guy snorted. I should have asked his name sooner; asking this late would have been too awkward. “There’s no shortage of demand here. The kitchen closed because every girl converted to human veganism. And it’s more than just feeding. I think it’s because this is a rich neighborhood with strict parents; these girls turned into cock-hungry sluts seeing one in the flesh for the first time or watching one of their friends go to town. Blowjobs are all they talk about now.”
“That’s what I don’t understand, though... I don’t know if it’s the same with you, but I can’t use a Kleenex to like... contain what comes out. I could fill up a whole Kleenex box. They can’t drink all that, can they?”
“Some of them do, absolutely. These teens will starve themselves to make sure they have room in their stomach for a whole load. Some other girls will share the load with their friends, like a mama bird feeding her babies. It’s wild, dude, I’m telling you.”
“But how many times are we expected to... perform?”
“How many times can you cum in a day?”
“I’ve never pushed myself, but I guess maybe...”
“Doesn’t matter,” he interrupted. The question was a setup. “This isn’t like jerking off. A blowjob from these girls... Don’t ask me where they learned how to use their tongue and fingers and throat like that. Praise the internet, I guess. But they’ll keep you hard the whole day and will manage to make you cum again and again and again. I have my favorites for sure but, they’re all young and cute and super enthusiastic. They look up at you with big bright eyes the whole time they do it, too. I’m telling you, dude, you’ll never... wait, hear that? The first bus is here—breakfast time.”
“What do I do?” I asked, having had no training whatsoever, but the schoolgirls flowing through the swung-open doors buried my question in noise. If it wasn’t for all the bare legs under short skirts, quick flashes of white panties, and bouncing breasts, this could have felt like a horror movie. When my coworker generalized all students here as ‘cock-hungry sluts,’ I assumed it was a little bit of objectifying sexism. But I saw it now, too, in their slutty, cock-hungry faces.
The mob stopped for a beat, the faces of the girls in front turning to shock at the sight of two dispensers instead of the usual one, then the hysteria returned as they got to a sprint again.
The first one to get close showed off her smile, her braces, and a shocking amount of cleavage for school clothes as she dropped to her knees on the cushion. Instead of ganging up on me as I feared, the rest of the crowd fought amongst themselves to form two lines behind the winners. Just the sight of her adorable face near my crotch was pumping my penis with blood. She had a blonde braid, flawless skin, dark green eyes, and athletic legs that helped her get ahead of the pack. She was the kind of girl I would have been too shy to speak to during my school years, and yet she was lifting my heavy cock up to her lips with her soft hands.
The little voice inside me that said this girl would eventually scream or laugh or cringe away from a cock thicker than her own arm went quiet the moment pink lips kissed my cock head. She squeezed my shaft tight enough to make me gasp, but it was so that she could bury the oversized glans deep in her little mouth, mixing her spit with the precum already pooling in the hole. Fitting the tip in her mouth already had me impressed before when she started fucking her own throat with it, an inch ever deeper with every thrust into her bulging neck. Sucking the biggest cock in the world wasn’t enough; she wanted to make the whole thing disappear inside her chest.
As the man said, the cute blonde’s eyes were locked with mine, staring unblinking into my soul as she gargled my meat. I wasn’t thinking straight, but I could swear I heard some moans through the slurps and gulps. I knew she wanted me to cum fast, and so did the other 20 girls behind her... scratch that, more buses must have arrived, I couldn’t even see the end of my line anymore, but I was still embarrassed to be on the verge of losing control so precociously. The young beauty saw my panting and tasted my quivers. I could feel her smile on my cock, and a wink was the trigger that made me lose the tenuous grasp I had on my self-control.
I gripped the bottom of my chair so tight I thought I would break chunks of wood off. With intense suction, she had pulled out enough cock out of her throat to leave space for both her hands wrapped and the base to help her drink deep. I was dumping a cup of cum every second, and she was gulping it down like a sports drink.
I finished my nut, yet clearly, she knew a few more sperms cells were waiting for her deeper in the vesicles. For a few seconds, I thought she’d suck the testicles right out of my dick, but she let go just as it was starting to get uncomfortable. She licked her lips then licked her braces. Filaments of my sticky cum were everywhere in her mouth.
I was in a daze of delight watching the little cum guzzler walk away with a hand on her full tummy. Other girls far in line were begging her to share, “Tammy, Tammy...!” She ignored them.
I came back to reality when a new pair of hands grabbed my cock. They belonged to a shorty with bright red hair held back by a butterfly-themed hairband. I wasn’t flaccid yet, but my cock was a gross floppy thing, wet with cum, spit, and lipstick. The fresh girl didn’t seem to care.
I didn’t think I could go again, not for another hour. But this pretty redhead knew how to get me going again. She was less eager than Tammy but just as thorough. Her tongue was over every inch of sensitive skin as if the meat straw was part of the meal. My cock was an object of worship and it answered her prayers by fully engorging in her little hands. It’s when it was at its most incompatible size, casting a shadow on her entire face, that she stuffed it down her throat. I’m not a cruel person, but her struggles made it feel even better; the coughing and choking that constricted her throat felt like a full-cock massage.
I spared a glance to my right. My mentor’s fingers were against the scalp of the brunette sucking his cocks, forcing her head balls deep as he filled her belly with his seed. I had assumed we weren’t allowed to touch the girls, but now that I knew better, I was glad to have something to do with my hands.
I forced my girl to take the last two inches until I felt her bottom lip against my scrotum. I pushed even harder, forcing her nose into my crotch and making her chin dig into my throbbing ballsack.
Fuck, I came again only three minutes after I thought Tammy drained my balls dry. I overdid it with the roughness. I was sure I overdid it, but I couldn’t let go of her head until the flow of ejaculation stopped to a trickle. I was ready to apologize, but when I let go of the handfuls of red hair, her chin stayed glued to my balls. Like Tammy, she had to siphon every drop of semen before even considering taking her next breath.
“Good job, Jennifer!”
“Looks like you got a lot.”
“How does the new guy taste?”
Three friends were waiting for Jennifer on the sidelines. They got on their knees as she approached. One by one, Jennifer gave them a long, wet french kiss from above. I knew it wasn’t hot lesbian passion, but mouth-to-mouth transfer of fluids looks a lot like girls making out hard. I came again before even looking at the new girl whose mouth had inhaled my shaft. She was surprised at first but then grateful. She even said ‘thank you, sir’ after swallowing the last mouthful. She thanked me.
“Don’t they have classes?” I had to ask after servicing these cock-hungry sluts for over two hours. It wasn’t a complaint. My balls were in constant production mode, and my libido, fueled by all the pretty schoolgirls and tight throats, kept the baby batter flowing. But I was curious if they learned anything other than the fastest way to milk a cock in this school.
My cock-brother was jackhammering a girl against his crotch by the ponytail. She seemed to be thoroughly enjoying herself, though. After a whole year, maybe I’ll learn what works best for each of them too. “They split the schedule into groups,” he eventually replied. “While the others are in class, there’s always one group waiting in line for breakfast or lunch or brunch or even an afternoon snack.”
“Ah, so it’s going to be like this all day?”
“Yup, it’s a dirty job,” he said, leaning forward and squeezing his current cocksucker’s head between his legs. He had a hand reaching underneath to grope one of her surprisingly large breasts over her shirt. That’s another thing I didn’t know we were allowed to do. “But someone has to do it."