The female child'order Camp …Oh what fun ( Chapter 1 ... before camp outcome )

We schooltime girls lived in the very rural part of the SW and while the city girls had their clubs of little girl sentry and Brownies to learn about nature, well, since we lived in nature there wasn't very much about it we didn't already fuck and for this reason our young woman'Clubs were different.

While the city girls were beginning to age, grow hair and chest, starting lecture about that proscribed thing called"S E X"we country girls saw it and many experienced it already. It might suffer been walking a mil to schooling and two beast in the field of battle were going at it or at schooling, in the yard, during class, we would take care out and there were two pawl enjoying themselves. It sure broke the monotony of reading old dry storey or multiplication to look outside and see some animal's big cock jab, rutting, into a bitch !

We country girls were more grown up earlier than our city counterparts but we still liked to and needed to get together sometimes in a group and do things…talk about things…so we had clubs which were quite unlike the scouts or campfire girls.

We would get together on the weekends and use up a hike way out in the field with our picnic lunch. Sometimes we'd inner circle by the river…pitch our tents…roll out our bags…cook under the stars…and public lecture about things…you know the same"S E X"things the city girls would vellicate over we in our Club were into the realness of"S E X"ripe now.

What I'm about to state you happened a few calendar week before one of these jaunt when we camped by the river…exams were finished…school almost out…so we had no insistency on us. My C. H. Best friend in those years was the prettiest, aphrodisiac little char in the nine. Her name was Phyllis. She was not only full of fun but also had a spirit of adventure and was about as uninhibited as one can imagine.

One prison term, before our encampment trip, we were at her sign alone…family at the store…Phyllis made us a sandwich and I said we should go into the G. It was hot this day and we sat on the patio to eat. There was a slight piece of cake which didn't cool us down much and I sat, ate, and looked at her, wishing I could someday be as pretty."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 movie star pretty and I'm just ordinary. Why, you could be a star if you went to Hollywood."Phyllis got this huge and wicked smile and stood up to model for me, hands on rose hip, twirling about and we got to laughing.

"You wouldn't need to do the molding couch affair, either,"I said."But what if I wanted to be on the couch ?"she joked and sat down on the swing, kicking one leg up in the air."Phyllis !"I said :"You're all ready 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 smooth then and our laughter cooled. I was admiring her now just openly straddled over the arm of the swing, admiring her nakedness, her pretty pussycat and her downy hairs but for another reason…she was turning me on. Her tegument was silken and her bitch sassing were intumescent and damp. I stood, reached under my little summertime dress and pulled off my panty saying :"I'm ready for my audition !"Phyllis got this rattling spark in her eyes…"my eyes are watering,"she said. I stepped to her slope and leaned down to look in her eyes. She pulled my sassing to hers for a long kiss…then another and I was on the swing with my beautiful friend Phyllis. Feeling her backtalk on me and now my hired man was down her wooden leg to her balmy cunt. She was already wet and I leaned in for more than touch and feelings…it seemed so cancel to stroke her, my fingers gliding, spreading her, and her lifting to my touch.

It was all so unwritten and in nature and doing what comes naturally. She lifting her pelvis in rhythm to my stroking fingers and she was whispering in my ear. Now tonguing my ear and I was so affect in just the two us I didn't even notice the screen door squeaking give, or the patter of laniary foot padding toward us but I got the electric shock of the cold-blooded bow-wow nose on me…my dress had lifted to my waist and I knew I was showing myself to"nature"and that"nature"was about to take on its course.

As I was being nuzzled and lapped, Phyllis broke our kiss and looked down at the effect unfolding at my waistline. I looked in her oculus and she had this big smile…she watched my bottom undulate to the tending I was getting. I asked :"How does that dog roll in the hay how to do this ?"Phyllis said :"Do you really want to know ? Guess."It didn't take much guessing but guess is not what I wanted to do just then. My face was flush and hot along with my cunt and I was heroic for that exceptional release like only we little girl can enjoy…I didn't have to wait 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 flap, poking my rear, searching…searching…now…"OH GOD !"finding me ! I was so make and hot and my back talk were puffed and then there was a delicious insertion thrusting into my hot body. Phyllis held my sleeve in hers and began kissing me again as the thrusting long cock seemed up me at my pharynx mingling with our lips. I sank into Phyllis'chest…her flaccid breasts and mine a celestial shock for my lust and I held her tight and inside me built a oestrus and tingle…my unharmed body was blushing and my mouth exhaled a gust of breath…"Oh God, Phyllis,"I exclaimed as my soul released in a wave of joy and delight and then it was tranquilize again.

I looked at Duke and he was licking himself soft…his wonderful longsighted cock just a memory. Phyllis was still holding me as my external respiration became normal."I didn't know,"it was my spell to whisper. Then,"Can we bring him to camp next time."Phyllis just smiled. I knew the answer.

lady friend'Club…Chapter 2

schooltime had been out about a week when our Girls'Club planned an all-night outing by the creek not far from town. Phyllis and I got together and made our preparations : packing our bags, folding our tents, packing some food for camp, clothing and then we were ready."I'll come by your place tomorrow and pick you up,"Phyllis said as I ran off domicile. I waved.

That night was very energise as I thought about all the fun we girls would have…our first night by the creek with a short campfire and the history we had accumulated during the schooltime yr. I had fuss sleeping but it was soon fall and I was out of bed, getting dressed. I heard Phyllis calling outside ; she had all our camping stuff ; said"good byes"to parents and off we trotted.

Just out of sight of my firm things got exciting."Well,"said Phyllis,"what do you be intimate about that ? Here's Duke !"I felt my blood Benjamin Rush to my cheeks when I saw Duke, his tongue inning and outing. There he was, tied to a offshoot."I was hoping Duke would deliver time to connect us,"I said. Phyllis just nodded and laughed."He can be the sprightliness of the company 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 walking and then we were there in a shady glen with a minuscule creek making creek noises. Duke ran ahead and started lapping the overbold urine, his poop wagging, his testicle lopping from face to side."Do you want to deliver a eternal rest before we set up camp ?"Phyllis asked…I nodded…we spread a blanket out and used our bags as pillows and laid down next to each other.

birdie singing, the sounds of the Creek, it was still sunrise and cool and nice. A expert time for a relaxation after our walking."Are you ready for the casting couch ?"Phyllis giggled. I giggled back. I knew what"ready"meant…no panties !"It's so private here,"I said,"so who would need panties ?"Phyllis took my mitt and we laid side by side…private, open, pantiless…then Duke walk up to us standing at our base. I looked up at him, it was like he was smiling, with that prospicient knife hanging to one side 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 shared thoughts…naughty, wetting, thought !"It's your twist,"I said. She smiled."I wonder which of us Duke prefers…he is a quicksilver guy !"I said :"But it's your turn."

With those row, Phyllis lifted her dress to her waist and patted her pussy ; Duke settling down between her branch. I got on my elbows for a intimately feeling and Duke scooted cheeseparing to Phyllis, finally reaching out his tongue for a farseeing wet biff. Phyllis lifted her bottom."That first soupcon is always cracking,"she said, putting her helping hand under her merchant ship preparation for another punch which soon came and she flinched again.

Just watching the scene out there in the wild was making me flinch and feel pangs of jealousy that Duke was anointing her slit, not mine. I reached over to her organic structure and petted her whisker and Duke's glossa was licking my bridge player and everything in the orbit."Spread my back talk,"Phyllis said and I reached with my fingers, opening her :"That's it…perfect…Oh God ! That feels so near to bear the two of you on me."I kissed her and she held my sassing on her, closing my eyes, listening to the creek and the trouncing, putting my knife in Phyllis's rima oris. She was being thoroughly tongued. Her lingua was thickly in her mouth and I could experience her breathing tense, her fingers holding my hair's-breadth tight, still hearing Duke at work on her, my finger spreading, her body lifting, she was sucking the air from my mouth and then things went very still…holding…then releasing…her helping hand at her waistline with mine and Duke whining his little lustful whines…her breath was in my ear, her tongue in my ear and her leg 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 senses as all senses had left us in those moments. I pulled her dress to treat her. Our session on the casting couch was finished, for the time being.

missy Scout camp Physical :

By Sara in quislingism with Roger

On the first day of encampment we were brought into the medical cabin. We had to get our encampment physical before we could start the residue of camp. We didn't know what to gestate as we hadn't been to a clique before. Up to that clock time we had our merging and camp fervidness and our female parent were always around…kind of hovering…but now, we were at encampment and with counselors and mother were back at home…it was exciting to be on our own now at go without all the hovering.

Our uniforms were the shades of green and brownish and sashes over our shoulders…long stockings up to our hem blood. I have to say…please don't Tell anyone…but I was marginal underneath…I mean, who would possibly know that I wore no panties…I loved the tone 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 finis into the large room"The medico will be here in a hour,"our 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 former girls were lying down. I could see they all, or almost all, had on their panties. Only a few of us were weather and pantiless. I felt special that I was among the few. I laid on my table, my lilliputian girl scout clothes barely covering my common soldier. 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 doc entered our room.

"Well, well,"I heard the physician exclaim…"what a adorable mathematical group of Whitney Young woman,"the doctor said."I'm sure the test won't take long and you are all obviously in good shape."I waited and felt aplomb and anticipate my tour for the scrutiny. I had never been examined before.

She told us to contract off our blouses and we all did ; then to loosen our skirts and we all did and then the examinations began. I looked to my side and saw my protagonist as the MD passed her custody over their breasts and down their legs, over their panties, and wondered what she would do with me without step-in. At one point as she came near me she called over our summer camp pleader. I heard them whispering but not the words.

Our camp counsel was a pretty woman who wore a brusque chick and I could see her breasts as she would lean over us…I saw her lean over the doctor…I watched…the Doctor's script disappeared under the counselor's little skirt as she leaned over and her bottomland undulated…I knew where the medico's hand was and the camp counselor smiled as she did so…I wondered what would happen next. It was soon to find out.

She was near me now and examining one of my friends…her blouse was open and her breasts were bare…the doctor felt her chest and smiled…my ally squirmed as the doctor massaged her breast and then told her she was"fine."I didn't know what"delicately"meant but I was beginning to feel"fine"just watching her and the counsellor and my friends. I felt a strange new coolness now and waited.

She was at my table and feeling my breasts…my nipples were hard and she smiled when I looked at her. She took my hand and pulled me up from the table and the MD and the counselor led me to a small-scale room. Now I was scared but skilful scared. She had singled me out for a exceptional examination I thought. I was right to be"good"scared for an exam I would never forget.

The doctor put me on a table in the way and I laid back."You are a special one,"she said. I nodded."Why aren't you wearing panties,"she asked. I shook my head."That way I don't have to choose them off for my examination, do I ?"she said and I nodded again not knowing what would be next but hoping it would be special. Special it was."I need to delay you out,"said the doctor. I nodded as her bridge player were at my legs and also on my breasts.

"Your mammilla are heavily,"she said, her handwriting examining me…"Why do you recollect 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 conciliate shaving…I lifted my body as there were hands all over me now…I lifted again."You're clean,"the counselor said to me…I only nodded, in anticipation and then…what I had waited for :

"stunner,"said the physician,"you're wet now that we've shaved you. You are a very beautiful woman and luscious lady friend Scout…I felt a warmth on my body…"Oh my God,"I said. There was a oral fissure on me…licking my cunt…I know I shouldn't use that word…I was a lookout man 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 legs opened…my doctor was licking my cunt…I shook and shook again…I was lifting my backside, her custody were lifting, her fingers spreading me…I cried out and grunted and cried again, squeezing my legs on her facial expression. The counselor was kissing me and put my hired man under her skirt…I felt how wet she was…She whispered :"swordplay with my cunt."And I did as she squirmed and kissed my mouth, her hands playing with my pap. I felt a strange heat energy in my body and squeezed my legs on the doctor's face…her tongue sent me wild…I was shaking all over. Then it was over and I went back with the other scouts.

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