The Girls'Club Camp …Oh what fun ( Chapter 1 ... before camp down events )

We school fille lived in the very rural component of the Southwest and while the metropolis girls had their clubs of lady friend Scout and brownie to learn about nature, well, since we lived in nature there wasn't much about it we didn't already have sex and for this reason our Girls'Clubs were different.

While the city young woman were beginning to mature, acquire pilus and breasts, starting talking about that forbidden thing called"S E X"we land girls saw it and many experienced it already. It might receive been walking a Admiralty mile to schoolhouse and two animals in the field were going at it or at schooltime, in the thousand, during class, we would look out and there were two dogs enjoying themselves. It sure broke the sameness of reading old dry stories or multiplication to look out of doors and see some animal's big shaft thrusting, rutting, into a bitch !

We country girlfriend were more grown up sooner than our city similitude but we still liked to and needed to get together sometimes in a group and do things…talk about things…so we had society which were quite unlike the scout or campfire girl.

We would get together on the weekends and aim a raise way out in the field with our picnic lunches. Sometimes we'd camp by the river…pitch our tents…roll out our bags…cook under the stars…and talk about things…you know the Saami"S E X"things the urban center girls would titillate over we in our Club were into the reality of"S E X"right now.

What I'm about to tell you happened a few hebdomad before one of these outings when we camped by the river…exams were finished…school almost out…so we had no insistency on us. My skilful friend in those daylight was the prettiest, aphrodisiacal little adult female in the club. Her name was Phyllis. She was not only full of fun but also had a feel of risky venture and was about as uninhibited as one can imagine.

One time, before our camping trip, we were at her firm alone…family at the store…Phyllis made us a sandwich and I said we should go into the thousand. It was hot this day and we sat on the patio to eat. There was a slight breeze which didn't aplomb us down much and I sat, ate, and looked at her, wishing I could someday be as moderately."You're staring,"Phyllis said."You're just really pretty,"I said,"so why shouldn't I stare ?"“ You're pretty, too,"Phyllis said. I replied :"Maybe so but you are like a Hollywood motion-picture show principal pretty and I'm just ordinary bicycle. Why, you could be a star if you went to Hollywood."Phyllis got this huge and mischievous smile and stood up to simulate for me, hands on articulatio coxae, twirling about and we got to laughing.

"You wouldn't need to do the casting couch thing, either,"I said."But what if I wanted to be on the lounge ?"she joked and sat down on the swing, kicking one leg up in the air."Phyllis !"I said :"You're all gear up for the couch…they wouldn't even have to take off your panties."Phyllis said :"I'm not wearing any, Silly."“ That's what I mean. You're a natural."

It got calm then and our laugh cooled. I was admiring her now just openly straddled over the arm of the swing, admiring her bareness, her passably kitty-cat and her downy hairs but for another reason…she was turning me on. Her skin was silky and her cunt lips were puffy and damp. I stood, reached under my little summer dress and pulled off my panties saying :"I'm ready for my audition !"Phyllis got this wonderful glint in her eyes…"my optic are watering,"she said. I stepped to her position and leaned down to look in her middle. She pulled my mouth to hers for a long kiss…then another and I was on the swing with my beautiful friend Phyllis. Feeling her mouth on me and now my manus was down her legs to her soft puss. She was already wet and I leaned in for more touching and feelings…it seemed so natural to stroke her, my fingers gliding, spreading her, and her lifting to my touch.

It was all so ad-lib and in nature and doing what comes naturally. She lifting her hip joint in rhythm method to my stroking fingers and she was whispering in my ear. Now tonguing my ear and I was so involved in just the two us I didn't even notice the concealment door squeaking out-of-doors, or the patter of canine invertebrate foot padding toward us but I got the shock of the inhuman doggie nose on me…my dress had lifted to my shank and I knew I was showing myself to"nature"and that"nature"was about to take its course.

As I was being nuzzled and lapped, Phyllis broke our kiss and looked down at the events unfolding at my waistline. I looked in her eyes and she had this big smile…she watched my bottom undulate to the attention I was getting. I asked :"How does that dog get laid how to do this ?"Phyllis said :"Do you really want to have a go at it ? Guess."It didn't take much shot but guess is not what I wanted to do just then. My look was flush and hot along with my bitch and I was desperate for that limited release like only we young woman can enjoy…I didn't have to expect long.

"Lift a piffling,"Phyllis instructed, and I did,"Meet my dog, Duke !"and now he met me and I had two paws holding either side of me and a wet, hot thing flapping, poking my bottom, searching…searching…now…"OH GOD !"finding me ! I was so make and hot and my sass were puffed and then there was a delicious insertion thrusting into my hot eubstance. Phyllis held my blazon in hers and began kissing me again as the thrusting long cock seemed up me at my throat mingling with our lip. I sank into Phyllis'chest…her soft breasts and mine a heavenly cushion for my luxuria and I held her fast and inside me built a heat and tingle…my whole body was blushing and my mouth exhaled a gust of breath…"Oh God, Phyllis,"I exclaimed as my mortal released in a wave of pleasure and delight and then it was serenity again.

I looked at Duke and he was licking himself soft…his marvelous recollective hammer just a memory. Phyllis was still holding me as my breathing became convention."I didn't know,"it was my turn of events to whisper. Then,"Can we convey him to bivouac future time."Phyllis just smiled. I knew the answer.

miss'Club…Chapter 2

School had been out about a week when our miss'baseball club planned an overnight jaunt by the brook not far from townsfolk. Phyllis and I got together and made our preparations : packing our bags, folding our tent, packing some nutrient for camp, clothing and then we were ready."I'll come by your shoes tomorrow and plectron you up,"Phyllis said as I ran off home. I waved.

That night was very stir as I thought about all the fun we girls would have…our first nighttime by the creek with a little campfire and the stories we had accumulated during the school year. I had trouble sleeping but it was soon light and I was out of bed, getting dressed. I heard Phyllis calling outside ; she had all our bivouacking hooey ; said"beneficial byes"to parents and off we trotted.

Just out of sight of my sign of the zodiac things got exciting."Well,"said Phyllis,"what do you eff about that ? Here's Duke !"I felt my ancestry rush to my cheeks when I saw Duke, his spit inning and outing. There he was, tied to a branch."I was hoping Duke would have clock time to link us,"I said. Phyllis just nodded and laughed."He can be the life of the party and he'll also protect us just in case."

Then off the three of us went to the camping ground…it was about an hour's walk and then we were there in a shady glen with a petty Creek making brook racket. Duke ran ahead and started lapping the fresh water system, his tail wagging, his globe lopping from incline to side."Do you want to get a ease before we set up camp ?"Phyllis asked…I nodded…we spread a blanket out and used our traveling bag as pillows and laid down next to each other.

Birds singing, the strait of the Creek, it was still forenoon and assuredness and overnice. A good time for a ease after our walk."Are you ready for the casting couch ?"Phyllis giggled. I giggled back. I knew what"ready"meant…no step-in !"It's so private here,"I said,"so who would call for panties ?"Phyllis took my handwriting and we laid side by side…private, open, pantiless…then Duke walk up to us standing at our foundation. I looked up at him, it was like he was smiling, with that foresighted lingua hanging to one face dripping from the creek water…I looked at Phyllis and she at me…exchanging smiles…both of us getting wet and hot at just our divvy up thoughts…naughty, wetting, opinion !"It's your turn,"I said. She smiled."I wonder which of us Duke prefers…he is a fickle guy !"I said :"But it's your turn."

With those dustup, Phyllis lifted her attire to her waist and patted her cunt ; Duke settling down between her branch. I got on my human elbow for a expert face and Duke scooted faithful to Phyllis, finally reaching out his knife for a long wet lick. Phyllis lifted her bottom of the inning."That number 1 touch is always great,"she said, putting her manpower under her bottom readying for another lick which soon came and she flinched again.

Just watching the scene out there in the wilderness was making me wince and feel stab of jealousy that Duke was anointing her cunt, not mine. I reached over to her body and petted her hairs and Duke's tongue was licking my hand and everything in the area."Spread my sass,"Phyllis said and I reached with my fingers, opening her :"That's it…perfect…Oh God ! That feels so good to experience the two of you on me."I kissed her and she held my mouth on her, closing my eyes, listening to the creek and the defeat, putting my tongue in Phyllis's mouth. She was being thoroughly tongued. Her tongue was thick in her sassing and I could palpate her breathing tense, her fingers holding my hairsbreadth tight, still hearing Duke at work on her, my finger spreading, her physical structure lifting, she was sucking the air from my back talk and then things went very still…holding…then releasing…her hands at her shank with mine and Duke whining his picayune lustful whines…her breathing space was in my ear, her tongue in my ear and her legs flailing and then she stopped and relaxed.

She whispered :"Thank you…thank you…that was good…gooood."The three of us lay there quietly, regaining our dope as all senses had left us in those moments. I pulled her dress to cover her. Our session on the cast lounge was finished, for the time being.

Girl Scout coterie Physical :

By Sara in quislingism with Roger

On the first day of refugee camp we were brought into the medical exam cabin. We had to get our camp forcible before we could get down the rest period of camp. We didn't know what to expect as we hadn't been to a cantonment before. Up to that time we had our encounter and inner circle fires and our female parent were always around…kind of hovering…but now, we were at encampment and with counsellor and female parent were back at home…it was exciting to be on our own now at conclusion without all the hovering.

Our uniforms were the shades of green and brown and sashes over our shoulders…long stockings up to our hem line of merchandise. I have to say…please don't William Tell anyone…but I was bare underneath…I mean, who would possibly know that I wore no panties…I loved the feeling of the cooling air and not being restricted, though when I sat or squatted I was careful not to"show."

So in we all went for our physicals. I was almost the last into the large room"The Dr. will be here in a minute,"our talent scout lord told us but, as she told us :"In the meantime everyone lie down on the tables."We did so. I noticed all the other girls were lying down. I could see they all, or almost all, had on their panty. Only a few of us were weather and pantiless. I felt special that I was among the few. I laid on my table, my little girl spotter dress barely covering my genital organ. The air cooled me and aroused me and I felt an exhilaration in lying back, waiting for what I knew not. I was soon to find out as the doctor entered our room.

"Well, well,"I heard the doc exclaim…"what a lovely mathematical group of Loretta Young women,"the doctor said."I'm sure the interrogatory won't take long and you are all obviously in good shape."I waited and felt cool and foretell my turn for the examination. I had never been examined before.

She told us to submit off our blouses and we all did ; then to tease apart our skirts and we all did and then the scrutiny began. I looked to my slope and saw my Friend as the Doctor passed her hand over their knocker and down their legs, over their panties, and wondered what she would do with me without panties. At one point as she came near me she called over our summer camp counselor. I heard them whispering but not the words.

Our camp counselor was a pretty adult female who wore a short chick and I could see her white meat as she would lean over us…I saw her lean over the doctor…I watched…the doctor's hired man disappeared under the counselor's little skirt as she leaned over and her bed undulated…I knew where the doctor's hand was and the camp counselor smiled as she did so…I wondered what would happen next. It was soon to encounter out.

She was near me now and examining one of my friends…her blouse was undefended and her breasts were bare…the Dr. felt her breasts and smiled…my friend squirmed as the Doctor massaged her breasts and then told her she was"fine."I didn't know what"hunky-dory"meant but I was beginning to sense"ticket"just watching her and the pleader and my friends. I felt a foreign new chilliness now and waited.

She was at my mesa and feeling my breasts…my mamilla were intemperate and she smiled when I looked at her. She took my helping hand and pulled me up from the mesa and the doctor and the pleader led me to a pocket-size elbow room. Now I was scared but thoroughly scared. She had singled me out for a special examination I thought. I was right to be"good"scared for an test I would never forget.

The doctor put me on a table in the room and I laid back."You are a special one,"she said. I nodded."Why aren't you wearing panties,"she asked. I shook my top dog."That way I don't have to take them off for my exam, do I ?"she said and I nodded again not knowing what would be next but hoping it would be limited. special it was."I need to train you out,"said the doctor. I nodded as her men were at my stage and also on my breasts.

"Your mammilla are hard,"she said, her manus examining me…"Why do you think that is ?"she asked. I nodded again hoping this was only the beginning…"Do you have a razor ?"she asked the counselor…I looked and saw a razor in the counselor's hand…Then the razor was on me…on my privates…the counselor's hands smoothing me and a ennoble shaving…I lifted my trunk as there were paw all over me now…I lifted again."You're clean,"the counselor-at-law said to me…I only nodded, in expectation and then…what I had waited for :

"Sweetheart,"said the doctor,"you're wet now that we've shaved you. You are a very beautiful cleaning woman and luscious Girl Scout…I felt a warmth on my body…"Oh my God,"I said. There was a mouth on me…licking my cunt…I know I shouldn't use that word…I was a lookout and we didn't talk that way but it was MY hot, wet cunt…and there was no other word for it…I lifted…my peg opened…my doctor was licking my cunt…I shook and shook again…I was lifting my bottom, her hands were lifting, her digit spreading me…I cried out and grunted and cried again, squeezing my legs on her face. The counselor was kissing me and put my hand under her skirt…I felt how wet she was…She whispered :"Play with my cunt."And I did as she squirmed and kissed my sass, her handwriting playing with my nipples. I felt a strange heat in my body and tweet my legs on the Doctor's face…her natural language sent me wild…I was shaking all over. Then it was over and I went back with the former scouts.

I had been examined and couldn't wait to be examined again .