Your next class is Home Ec. At least this one sounds a bit more normal than cockvore class. And it's not too far of a walk.
You go the short distance down the hall to the Home Ec classroom. The walls are lined with tables, each with an oven, stove, and sink nearby; looks like you'll be working in groups of three in this class. It seems you're early, as nobody is in the room yet, besides the teacher. But you're quite shocked when you see her. She's a slightly chubby young woman with large, full breasts, and... a huge, thick cock. She's presently masturbating by one on the classroom's cooking stations, running both hands along the 11" length; but what it lacks in length, it certainly compensates for in girth, as it looks as thick as her quite thick thigh. Her balls are enormous as well, about as big as basketballs, and are bouncing up and down with her strokes.
By chance, she looks up and sees you in the room, and a little smile appears on her cute face amidst her efforts. "Oh, hello dear!" she says sweetly while panting. "I'm Miss Beatriz. Sorry, I'm just," she pats her thick scrotum, "mixing up some batter for a few cakes. Don't mind me! Just take a seat anywhere. Unless... you'd like to help?"
"Help?" you ask. "I'm... I'm not sure how I could."
"Well, come on over and I'll show you, sugar." You slowly make your way over to the rosy cheeked lady. She motions for you to kneel between her legs, and she stops masturbating long enough to gently take your hands and place them on her enormous ballsack. It's warm, squishy, and completely hairless, and is rather pleasant to touch. "Shake up my balls nice and good, okay dear? Get that batter all stirred up."
Given how big Miss Beatriz's balls are, you can only maneuver one at a time, but she loves it none the less. You shake and massage her right nut first, evoking a moan from the chubby woman. You can actually hear the contents of the massive testicle sloshing around as you go. You shift your ministrations back and forth between her balls, causing her breathing to get heavier, and her balls to begin to pull up against her crotch.
Above you, you hear her gasp sharply and see her grab a large cake tin from the counter, as her cock begins to shoot its... chocolaty load? She must've digested quite a bit chocolate in her balls to get that. The thick, chocolaty cum splatters into the cake tin until it fills completely, at which point she trades it out for another. In all, she fills seven cake tins with her "cake batter" before she seems spent.
"Oh my," she pants, "That made quite a bit more than I expected. You're pretty good with your hands, sugar! And it's like I always say, more is always better!" She looks down at you, smiling. "Would you like to lick the spoon, dear? This is a brand new recipe I'm trying, and I think you'll like it." You look up to see a thick strand of cum still hanging from the massive tip of her dick. It does smell good, and a lot like chocolate, with a hint of cum. Plus you just ate cum last class; how bad could it be? You lick the chocolaty goo right off her fat dick, and find it to be quite delicious; probably the best chocolate cake mix you'd ever tasted.
"That's so good!" you say as you finish your sample.
"Glad to hear it, dear. I've found this to be the best way to mix up my sweets; it's all organic, filled with 'love', and gives it my own unique flavor. Plus, it's just so much more fun!" She starts pulling up her pants and tucking her softening dick into them. You're amazed to see that fat slab of meat completely disappear into her panties; they must be some special kind. "Well, I guess I'll get these cakes in the oven before the other students begin to arrive. I'd say that performance was worth some extra credit."
You take a seat, and soon after the other students start to come into the room. You recognize a few from your last class; they must've gone to talk to friends during the transition period. You also see some older students coming in; they must not have taken the class last year. A tall pale girl with long black hair,maybe a year older than you, sits next to you, but neither of you ever introduce yourselves.
"Good morning, class!" Miss Beatriz addresses in her cheerful voice. She introduces herself to the students who aren't yet familiar with her. "So, in this class we'll be covering all the basic necessities of home life: cooking, pleasuring your partner or partners, cleaning... Everything a practical person should know. We're gonna get a small start on cooking today, and I think you'll all enjoy it!"
"You see, my dears," she goes on, "I've been feeling like baking cakes lately. Quite a few of them, in fact. But I made a very large one lately that I need a bit of help icing. That's where all of you come in! Now, one of the things I love the most about baking is that you get to make the recipes your own; you can add your own unique taste to something that nobody else can. So, instead of using some boring store bought icing, we're gonna use our own!" Miss Beatriz then unveils a massive, three layer chocolate cake from under a metal cover on her desk. Maybe the other students don't know what it's made of, but you do, and you doubt anyone would care.
The chubby teacher places the huge cake down on the floor. "Gather around, sugars!" she says. "Everyone pull out your icing makers; we've got work to do!" The boys and girls around the cake pull down their pants, revealing (what else?) massive cocks. You hesitantly reveal your own, keeping your hands in front of it. The tall, black haired girl you sat next to is now also standing next to you, she pulls down her black skirt and she is packing a 13.5" dick with a huge, flared mushroom tip. She looks down and sees you covering yourself, and snickers quietly.
The boys and girls start stroking their rods, and you figure while they're occupied, maybe they won't notice your shameful endowment. You move your hands away, and start jerking off with the rest of the class. All seems to be going well.
Suddenly, the hand on your dick is knocked away, and a soft, but fierce hand takes hold of your rod. Its the black haired girl. You look up at her, and see a sadistic grin on her face. She jerks your rod hard, causing you pain, but trying to get her to let go only makes her squeeze tighter. Eventually, her rough ministrations force a minuscule load out of you that barely even appears on the cake. Shortly after, she herself cums, splattering all over the chocolate cake, along with the other students, shooting a vastly larger load than you could ever hope to. "Icing" plasters the chocolate cake from all angles, painting it whiter than a girl at a bukakke party for horses.
Once all the students' balls are empty, the cake, and a considerable portion of the floor, are a gooey white mess. The room is filled with the musky smell of young cum. Miss Beatriz pardons her way into the circle to see the results.
"Oh, excellent job, everyone!" she says delightedly. "It looks absolutely delicious! Now, who wants a piece?" She places the sticky cake back on her desk and begins to slice it up, handing a piece to each student. You take your piece back to your seat, not wanting to be around the other kids, who are all comparing their huge dicks. But then, who else but your friend with long black hair comes to sit down next to you, still wearing a snide grin on her face. You're a little scared of this girl now, but you don't want her to know it. You avoid looking at her and continue to eat your piece of cake.
Suddenly, your plate is swiped away from you. The girl next to you has stolen it! She eats it in front of you, a chocolate and cum filled smile on her face. Suddenly, she grabs the neck of your shirt, moves her face right toward yours, and you hear her smooth, unnervingly seductive voice for the first time.
"Look here, shrimp dick," she says quietly, yet viciously. "This school is for kids with big dicks. That means this cake is too. Now, I don't know how you got let in here, or how you've avoided getting used for anal practice for the first graders, but let me tell you something: you'd better haul you and your baby dick right on out of here, or trust me, I will do a lot more than just practice on your sorry ass."
You're utterly speechless. You want to run away, but you're frozen in fear. She pushes you away, letting go of your shirt in the process. "Good talk," she says, grinning evilly once again. "Think about what I said."
The class eventually ends, and you're the last to leave the room. You're terrified of running into that girl, and what she might do to you. You have recess next, but it's a long walk down the halls to get to the recess yard. It's an optional period, so you could also just hide in your dorm the whole time. The choice is up to you.
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