They would have believed anything. And hell, I only wish I’d thought of fucking her with her baton when I was doing her! Being called a slut by one ...f the girls who stomped off after the first time I told my tale was a plus too. She’d tell everybody here at band camp I was a fucking dyke, and since the counselors did such a good job keeping the boys and the girls separated, there would be some horny babe sniffing around me to see if the rumors were true. Good hunting! I love band camp. “Oh,. The third boy knelt next to your head and lowered his shorts, revealing his young cock and placing it on your lips. You eagerly sucked him into your mouth. The one you were stroking stood slightly and dropped his shorts, then straddled your chest, placing his shaft between your breasts. You pushed them together around his shaft and he started stroking between them. You were deep on concentration, one cock in your mouth leaking cum, another between your tits, fucking away like he was in you. Looked like you were daydreaming about something nice." Her face turned even brighter red with a blush that crept down her face and neck. He laughed again and returned to grading papers. Her voice interrupted him only moments later. "I can't focus on this project right now. Do you have something else you need done that I can help with for the rest of the period?" He thought for a moment then a mischievous smile spread across his face, causing her to laugh. He then got up motioned for her to. ”And with that, she started to lower herself onto his member. She did so painstakingly slow. His member was throbbing with anticipation, and he kept saying please. Once he was in all the way, she started to move her hands up his chest, as she leaned down towards him for one last kiss. When her lips neared his, she stopped and started to whisper. “This is it, the highlight of your life. Try to make it last.” She faked going in for the kiss, teasing him a little bit more. She licked his face.