Stay out of it...

Taking a good close look at the five guys, you realize that they’re completely out of their minds on whatever Ms. Winkle put in the chocolate chips. They, and the rest of the class actually, seems to just be single mindedly licking butter and chocolate off of each other. Maybe these guys just had a particular affection for Ms. Winkle and went right for it. Whatever was going on it didn’t seem like anyone was getting hurt, though Ms. Winkle was definitely overwhelmed.

After a few seconds of struggle, the three guys had succeeded in pull Ms. Winkles pants off, and had started licking butter from around her waist. Whatever hesitance Ms. Winkle had been showing was gone. She pushed herself back on to her desk, and poured some more butter over her pelvis, until her hips and pussy had to be covered in it. Immediately the three guys who had been trying to get her pants off starting licking the insider of her thighs, and it looked like one had started lapping up the butter that had fallen in to her slit. Without any of the usual inhibitions, Ms. Was already approaching an orgasm after just a minute of the three boys licking her thighs and snatch.

You had to admit to yourself that what was happening to Ms. Winkle looked amazing, and you had to wonder whether you had made the wrong choice by not eating the chocolate chips. Hell, you wondered whether you’d made the wrong decision by not throwing yourself in between Ms. Winkle and the boys.

“Well, as my grandfather used to say, never miss an opportunity to make a crazy situation even crazier!” You said to yourself, sliding your jeans and panties down to your knees.

As you start touching yourself, you see that Francis and the other guy who Ms. Winkle had been licking were feeling a little neglected now that Ms. Winkle was lying back on her desk. Francis and the other guy had now gone around the desk and were slather more chocolate on their bellies for Ms. Winkle to lick off. Ms. Winkle though, maybe inspired by the lap butter lapping, had other ideas, and started to undo the two guys pants freeing their dicks. Francis was just a huge guy, easily 6’2” 280, and had exactly the kind of cock you’d expect. It was about 10’ lock, thick and veiny. The other football player at Ms. Winkle’s head was a little bit fatter and less muscled than Francis, but was no slouch either.

Ms. Winkle took two hands full of melted chocolate from a nearby bowl, spread it all over Francis and fat boy’s dicks, and started licking it off. The insane sexiness of the scene, Ms. Winkle licking and being licked by five guys at once, was having an effect on you. You’d slid your pants a little further down your legs, letting you finger yourself freely. You’d left your shirt and bra on, but had unclasped your bra, so that you could rub your nipple. You were managing to get yourself off, but watching Ms. Winkle, you wish you had someone’s mouth on you, or your mouth on someone else.
Ms. Winkle had licked most of the chocolate off of the two guys’ dicks, and had her mouth completely around Francis’ dick trying to get the last remnants. Then she moved over to fat boy, and as soon as her mouth left Francis, he shot a tremendous jet of cum over her chest, making it to her belly button. Then more spurted out, falling on her chest and neck. She was too busy sucking the chocolate from fat boy to notice. Soon, she sucked to the tip of his dick and took her mouth off it, and he did the same thing.

Your body is now feeling hot, and you’re twitching with the feeling of an oncoming orgasm. You close your eyes, and increase the rate that you’re finger fucking yourself, and move your other hand down to rub your clit. When the orgasm comes, you find yourself moaning out load, not caring whether any of these people whose minds are filled with butter and chocolate can hear you. You eventually wind down from your climax, still grinding your hips against the desk, though more and more slowly.