Band class

He ruffled through his papers and found his schedule, he noticed his next class was band. So he stopped by his locker to pick up his trombone and headed to the band room. As he walked, he wondered what band kids in the sexworld would be like, since the band kids back home were the most sexually active kids on campus. He had heard of several blowjobs in instrument closets, as well as full sex on trips. He himself had lost his virginity to a flute player his age.

He didn't have to wonder much longer, as he was noe standing at the ddoors of the band room. The first thing he noticed was the noise. Unlike his previous class were everybody had sex quietly, the room was very noise with the clamors of instruments and the moans of sex. The second thing he noticed was the fact that literally every single student was butt naked. Some were warming up, some moving instruments, some fucking, but every last one was unclothed from head to toe.

He was passed by an older girl carrying a trumpet case wearing a clear bra and a miniskirt that was more like a small belt. He saw her remove her scant clothing and place them in a large box containing what he assumed was the clothing of all the other students. Then, chatting to a friend, she walked into the classroom naked like nothing was wrong.

After overcoming the momentary shock, slowly walked inside the classroom and removed his shirt and shoes, placing them in the large box.

He saw a man, about 25, standing at the front of the classroom masturbating a boy a year older than Pat. This man, who he assumed was the teacher, was also completely naked, and had a good sized member sticking in the air.

He started walking towards the teacher, and felt something sticky under his foot. It was clearly cum. He looked around, and began to notice love juices from both genders everywhere, on the floor, on the chairs, on the students, and even on some instruments, though this cum was being cleaned off by the students not directly engaged in sexual activity.

He heard a groan, and saw the boy being jacked off by the teacher shoot a stream of cum into the air, landing partially on the teacher's stomach.

Without missing a beat, the teacher turned to Pat and asked, "Yes?"

"I'm new here..."

"Oh yes, it's Pat Arton, isn't it? I'm Mr. Williams. I've been expecting you, you play trombone, correct? You'll be paired with Emily." He pointed to a sitting girl cleaning her trombone. She was a petite Asian girl about a year younger than Pat, in the middle of being eaten out by another girl. He could see some strings of cum in her hair and on her breasts.

"Um, hi." Pat began, "I'm supposed to sit here I think."

She looked at him. "Oh, it's you! I spent yesterday without a partner because Mr. Williams moved the seats around expecting you. Man my fingers were sore. Put your stuff down." she said. The girl eating her out backed off and started kissing the boy next to Emily.

"Are we supposed to all be naked?" Pat asked.
"Of course we're supposed to be naked, it's required! It's what we have to wear during performances. Are concerts in the prude world done clothed?" She responded.

"Uh, yeah they are. We're partners, right? What does that mean?"

"Well, basically they are two groups. I'm group B, so you must be group A. So when group A is performing, I fuck you, and when group B is going, you fuck me. The teacher will mark you down if you aren't actively supporting your partner enough when you aren't playing," she responded.

The teacher then cleared his throat and started the class.