Your enthusiasm has attracted some attention...

You’re too locked in to Liz’s snatch to notice the approach of Francis and a bunch of his football buddies. Francis is probably the biggest of the bunch, at around 6’2” 280, and mostly muscle, but all four of his friends are nearly as big. Francis, you notice, has taken off his shirt and is covered in a combination of butter and chocolate. Francis and one of the guys pulls you forward off of Liz, so that just your legs are intertwined, and then flips you over. The two of them lean over you and start voraciously licking at your breasts and stomach. Then you feel your legs pulled apart, and a dollop of chocolate is smeared along your inner thigh and over your dripping cunt. Not a second later, you feel another mouth fall upon your inner thigh, rapidly working its way up to your slit.

You looked down at Liz, who was receiving similar attention from two other guys. However, the guy with his mouth on her breasts had his pants down, and Liz was enthusiastically sucking butter of his cock. In your addled state, that seemed like an exceptional idea. You pushed yourself to the side of the table, and let your head dangle slightly off the edge. You reached up to Francis’ pants and yanked them down. Once Francis’ cock was free of the waistband, it sprung right up, catching you in the forehead. It didn’t have anything on it, so you frantically reached for a small bowl of butter, covered your hands with it, and started stroking Francis’ cock with the butter.

It took three handfuls of butter to effectively coat the very thick 10’ cock, but eventually, you were ready to start licking it off. As soon as your tongue made contact with is dick, the area from the middle of your thigh to the tips of your nipples exploded in pleasure. You took as much of Francis cock in your mouth as you were able, assisted by Francis himself. Francis was now fucking your throat would have been an extremely uncomfortable way if your body weren’t completely preoccupied with a massive ongoing orgasm. This continued for a few minutes, by which time you were dimly aware of the effects of the chocolate chips wearing off.

You closed your eyes as the last of the orgasm faded. You could no longer feel the mouths on your torso and between your legs. Just as you were about to push him away, Francis bucking became a jerky, and he pulled, immediately shooting a hot jet of cum on to your stomach, chest, neck, and chin. As he stepped away, you opened your eyes and from your upside down position, you could see the giant dick that had just been in your mouth dangling contentedly. You sat up, feeling a distinct crick in your neck and back from the awkward position. You were filthy; smeared with chocolate, butter and a neat line of cum. Looking around, you could see Liz sitting naked facing away from you at the end of the table. She looked back at you with a wry grin, and just from the profile of her breast you could see that she was just as dirty.

The remaining five minutes of class are spent cleaning up. Ms. Winkle collected everyone’s butter and chocolate saturated shirts, and promised to get them laundered. In the meanwhile, she handed out “I baked chocolate chip cookies with Ms. Winkle” T-shirts which everyone wore out. You thanked yourself for having the foresight to set your button down well to the side, and you put it back on.