Just do it! You can ask forgiveness later...

With Liz still latched to your right breast, you unbuttoned your jeans and, and carefully wriggled out of them. You spared a look around the room to make sure you weren’t about to make a terrible mistake. Ms. Winkle, at the front of the class was sprawled out on her desk with her clothes half hanging off of her body, Francis and his friends surrounding her. Jarvis and Bud were thoroughly preoccupied with Sara and Linda. The rest of the class had there clothes hanging off of them and were paired up in to groups of varying size.

You slid your panties down over your hips and jumped up so that you were sitting on the very edge of the counter and then leaned back. At first Liz clamored up to be able to continue licking the last remnants of chocolate from your breast. Then, you poured a small amount of melted butter down from between your breasts. You felt the slightly warm trickle as it dribbled down to your belly button, pooled slightly, and then continued down over your mound. Liz quickly moved over to the trail of butter, and you watched her tight pony tail drift down your body with a quickening heartbeat in anticipation of her reaching her destination.

Liz was now bent over at the waist, her hands on your inner thighs, pushing your legs apart. Her tongue was lapping at your snatch, with each lick putting gentle preasure on your clit. You poured the rest of the butter on yourself so that she wouldn’t run out, an then let yourself lie back on the counter to enjoy the crazed cunnilingus. It didn’t take long for your first orgasm to rise and fall, but Liz just mindlessly continued, apparently enjoying your juices as much as the butter. As you played with your nipples between orgasms, you could feel the character of Liz’s attention change. What had been an almost rhythmic licking had started to vary a great deal more. When Liz’s hands moved under each leg and grabbed your pelvis, you propped yourself up and looked down just in time to feel Liz trying to bury her tongue in you.

This finally brought on your second orgasm, and you bucked slightly against Liz’s mouth. When Liz’s eyes flicked up to make contact with yours, you crested and collapsed back on your back. Once you were done, Liz, who was clearly back to her senses, slid you down off the table enough so that she could bend over your body and plant a wet kiss right on your mouth.

“I won’t pretend I didn’t have fun with all that, but I don’t remember all that much, so I think maybe you owe me one, Dani, and I will definitely collect,” Liz whispered with her cheek pressed against yours.

When you sat up all the way, still speechless, you looked at the rest of the class to view the chocolate chip induced carnage. Everyone was covered in chocolate butter and cum. Ms. Winkle in particular was an absolute sight to behold.

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.