Camp Dolly

 

Dolly hadn’t expected her troop leader Mr. Madison to check in on her. Once she noticed him, the 18 year old scout scrambled to her feet, and threw a solute to him, desperately trying to hide her inebriation. Like the booze and bong in her tent, that was not possible. “High ya, misser madison.  I wuzzin esspectin' yoo,” she greeted him.

Mr. Madison returned her solute two fold-in the conventional manner, and with the tent he pitched in his shorts. “Working on more than just your camping badge I see.”

“Whad d'you mean? Im nod aware uhf any ozzers” Dolly asked, confused.

“Dolly, you can barely stand, you're slurring your words, your eyes are bloodshot, and there’s booze and a bong in your tent. That’s good for the Intoxication badge,” he told her

“Iddizzz? thass sooo cool!” she said as she drunkenly sat down, revealing her lack of panties. 

“Oh, no panties. That gets you the commando badge,” he added.

“Cool! sooo, im liyke nod in trouble?,” she asked, making no move to cover up.

Mr. Madison lowered his shorts, and answered her, “Lord knows I should skin your hide for getting drunk and high. However, you're 18, If you let me fuck you and promise not to tell, I’ll let you off.”

“I wo'nn stell.  C'n i ged a blow job ann fuggin' badge too?,” she asked as she leaned forward and began to suck his cock.

“I think that can be arranged. Though these are all unofficial badges,” he remarked.

“Thass ok. Im wayssed, i may nod 'member thiss anyhow,” Dolly said between slups of his hard cock.

“Good Dolly. Ok, ready for me to fuck your little cookie?” Mr. Madison inquired.

“Lemme ged a hit uhf the bong ann gab a boll t' zzrink, annnen yes,” she responded. Soon, as he fucked her, he pulled off her uniform, so he could finally cum on her small tits.

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