Things get out of control

You and Liz have been locked in the same position, lapping at each other’s pussy’s for what seemed like an eternity. You’ve lost count of the number of orgasms you’ve had at this point, and you’re dimly aware that you have long since run out of butter to lick, but you continue, because the orgasms keep coming readily. You know Liz hasn’t stopped either, and judging from the steady flow of orgasmic fluids flowing from her snatch, you assume she is having the same experience.

Without caring, you also sense at the periphery of your awareness, that the rest of the class has stopped doing whatever they were doing, and has gathered around you and Liz in a circle. You can hear snippets of conversation…

“…That’s incredibly…”

“… I wish… try it …what do you think?”

“… should we? Seems… possi …hazardous?”

“That can’t… wait…”

“Call somebody…”

More minutes go by. The happiest minutes of your life, locked in ecstasy with this incredible goddess of pleasure. Unconcerned, you can feel your consciousness fraying. Your time on the counter now feels like it’s gone on for as long as you can remember. You know you had a life before, but it’s fading in to distant memory.
Then, as suddenly as a bolt of lightning and twice as painful, you’re pulled away from Liz. The pleasure immediately stops and you’re left with a void where you’re pelvis had been, the ecstasy replaced by numbness. The last thing you hear before you pass out is yourself begging to be put back.