The first thing that happens is that one of the guys grabs your shirt. Then another guy grabs your shirt. Then another, and then all trying to pull your shirt over your head, pull in opposite directions. No more shirt. You then feel six tongues working their way around your upper body. One on each shoulder, two on your stomach, Ms. Winkle, who’s lap you’re now in, is licking your back, and Francis is licking your chest around your bra. Two second later, your bra is off, and you don’t even know how it happened. Francis’ mouth then moves down to your nipple, and one of the tongues on your shoulder does the same. Francis has his mouth completely covering your right tit, sucking on it furiously. Now topless, you can feel Ms. Winkle’s breasts pressing lightly against your back, which is comforting somehow in the chaos.
“Ohhhh…K! That… that… that feels pretty good…mmhmm…” you say to no one in particular.
It is perfectly clear that this is what’s happening. You’re not escaping, you’re not fighting, and you’re not stopping them; you can’t. And it’s true, the whole thing feels pretty good, and you’re not in any danger, yet. So long as they’re just licking you, you can cope.
Francis stands up, and one of the other guys, a white guy who’s a little smaller, but with a similar build to Francis, stands up just after him. You look down at your chest, your right breast his red and sensitive where Francis was sucking it. Otherwise, your olive skin was just glistening in the fluorescent light of the lab. You looked incredibly hot, no lie. You quietly thanked your lucky stars that the guys were too focused on butter and chocolate to think of other things.
Looking back up at Francis and his buddy, you see that they have successfully smeared a new layer of chocolate on their bellies, and clearly expect you to lunge at the chance to lick it off. You manage a laugh between now ragged breaths.
“Sorry big man, I didn’t have the magic chips, you can lick me, but I’m not licking you,” you say, shaking your head.
Apparently understanding, or maybe just impatient, Francis reaches forward, grabs the hair at the back of your head, and pulls you so that your face is pressed against his belly. You try pulling away, but you have no chance. You stick out your tongue a little bit, and start tentatively, licking the chocolate. This apparently satisfies him enough that he lets go of your head. You continue to lick as little as possible, and he still seems happy. The white guy with chocolate on his stomach pulls you over to him by your shoulder, and you do the same there, just licking a little bit.
It almost seems like they’re not as interested in the sensation of being licked, they just want you to “taste”. It occurs to you that you could probably get away with turning around and “tasting” Ms. Winkle instead of “tasting” fat boy’s belly here.
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