This is an exceptional morning, but you decide not to jump in to bi-curiosity today. You continue to lick the white fat boy’s belly. Hell, the chocolate tastes good, and with four other mouths all over your back and sides, it doesn’t seem that strange.
You can’t see what’s going on around you, but two of the mouths come off your back, and you can feel Ms. Winkle lay back on the desk, though you’re still in her lap, which is probably the only thing keeping both of your pants on. Careful not to stand up at all, you arch your back to move to a more thoroughly chocolate-coated area on fat boy’s chest. This apparently intrigues one of the other guys at the possibility of sucking the butter off of your left breast, which starts getting you going a little bit. This goes on for maybe a minute, and you can feel your pussy lips starting to moisten, and you’re a little less hesitant licking the chocolate off fat boy.
Then you feel what must be Francis’ hand on your shoulder, pulling you back over to him. You look up at his face with a little bit of lust in your eyes, though it seems not to matter much to him. Then you look down.
“Oh…….. oh fuck,” you say right before Francis yanks you to your knees, your face an inch from his tremendous, chocolate covered cock. You quickly assess that it’s a solid 10” long, thick, erect, and dipped in chocolate.
“NononononoI’mnotputtingmymouthonaroundornearthatthingyouletgo…” you demanded, and as soon as your mouth formed the “O” in “GO” you had a mouthful of Francis’.
You can feel the tip of Francis’ cock jammed in the back of your throat, and your lips were still 4” from the base. This, you think absently, is the first dick you’ve ever had in your mouth.
“Awwl own ill rom ere, Ih uess” you say, unable to form the sounds.
You can feel yourself running out of breath. Francis’ is too deep in your throat to breathe through your nose. If you don’t do something quick, you’re going to pass out from lack of oxygen. Survival instinct kicking in, you start to lick around the shaft as best you can, though with your mouth completely full, you can’t do much.
You manage to lick just enough though, that Francis loosens his grip and let you pull away a little bit. He gives you just enough space so that you can start breathing through you nose. Too afraid to do anything else, you start licking the chocolate off his penis, starting part way up the shaft, and cleaning it as you moved further out towards the tip.
Finally, you reached the tip, and you were able to look up past Francis’ belly to his face. Clearly, new thoughts were managing to push their way through Ms. Winkle’s drug and in to his mind. Maybe it was wearing off, you thought hopefully.
Cleaning the last bit of chocolate off the tip of the penis with your lips still just barely around it, you feel a hot jet of cum shoot clear in to the back of your throat.
This shocks the hell out of you and you lean back resting your butt on your feet with your eyes closed. A shot of cum hits you on the forehead and down the right side of your face, another hits you full on the mouth. Then another shot lands just over your right breast. You reluctantly swallow the first spurt that went in your mouth and lick off the pool of cum resting over your lips with your tongue.
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