That One Time at Band Camp

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Every summer my sister went to band camp as she was one of the best flute players at our school. Our college took great pride in their band camp and their achievements. The school always took their band to band camp for three weeks every summer. Only the most motivated band members would attend. Most of the band members felt that sacrificing three weeks of their summers was too much. However, the kids that did attend had an incredible amount of fun. These were not your nerdy band members. They were the kids that had hundreds of stories that start with “that one time at band camp”. My sisters second year of under grad school she went to the band camp for the second time. When she got home, she had the an incredible story to tell.

When I asked her how things went when she got home. My 19 year old sister has always been incredibly intelligent and talented but so fucking immature and naive. She smiled so big and naughty when I asked how the 3 week get away was. I instantly knew that she was going to have a story that was going to be juicy.  Shana just held that smile and said meet me in my room in 5 minutes so I can tell you everything. I knew a “that one time at band camp” story was coming. Her bedroom door was open when I arrived and she was putting clothes in her dresser. She was already in her little tiny panties and a tiny crop top with her under boob hanging out.

That One Time at Band Camp

“Hey sis, so tell me what that shit eating grin was about”. Shana was just beside herself to tell me that everything was so great. They had beat the rival camp in 10 of the 12 competitions. The food was amazing and cooked with love. It was just such a party every night and so much fun and games to be had and played. He snaked my pipes and stretched my holes is what I expected her to say. Since I knew she was dying to get it out of her system I helped her along. I said, “okay, spill it, what is the tea though sis”? She asked if it was obvious that she’s been a slutty little slut. I obliged her and told her it’s extremely obvious because your nipples are going to bust out of your tiny shirt. She also had a little wet spot forming in the front of her exposed panties.

She giggled and said “okay, listen, you can’t tell anyone”. Again, I obliged and said, “of course sis, not a soul, now tell me.” She ran her hand over her nips and traveled it down to her mound and pinched it a little and said, “okay, sit down on the bed with me”. I did so, and patted the spot next to me. Shana sat down and proceeded to tell me how Mr. Flores caught her rubbing herself in the instruments room one night. She admitted that she was moaning pretty loudly so she didn’t know how long he was listening to her before appearing. When she opened her eyes he was standing over her rubbing his bulge. She said she gasped but couldn’t stop rubbing her pussy. Her skirt was pulled up and her panties were around her ankles. Shana’s flute was at her side during this private session.

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It’s important to know that Shana absolutely adores Mrs. Flores but now Mr. Flores had a crazed hungry look in his eye that had her in a trance my sister said. Apparently as their eyes stayed locked but their mouths said nothing, Mr. Flores picked up the flute and began fucking my sisters dripping pussy with it. Shana said that the rings of the holes of the flute felt so good against her walls. She said that he would push it in slowly while twisting it at the same time. He just stared intently while he flute fucked her pussy with one hand and fumbled his hard cock out of his pants with the other. Shana skipped most of the story and skipped to … “that’s how Mr. Flores and I ended up fucking this summer at band camp”.

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