The Girls'golf-club bivouac …Oh what fun ( Chapter 1 ... before camp events )

We school fille lived in the very rural part of the Southwest and while the city girls had their lodge of missy Scouts and Brownies to larn about nature, well, since we lived in nature there wasn't lots about it we didn't already get it on and for this reasonableness our Girls'Clubs were different.

While the city girls were beginning to senesce, get hair and breasts, starting talk about that prohibited thing called"S E X"we country girl saw it and many experienced it already. It might get been walking a mile to school and two animate being in the field were going at it or at shoal, in the railyard, during division, we would look out and there were two domestic dog enjoying themselves. It certainly broke the humdrum of reading old dry stories or multiplication to reckon remote and see some animal's big cock thrusting, rutting, into a bitch !

We nation girlfriend were more acquire up sooner than our urban center counterparts but we still liked to and needed to get together sometimes in a grouping and do things…talk about things…so we had clubs which were quite unlike the lookout man or campfire miss.

We would get together on the weekends and strike a hike way out in the field with our picnic lunches. Sometimes we'd encampment by the river…pitch our tents…roll out our bags…cook under the stars…and lecture about things…you know the same"S E X"affair the city little girl would tickle over we in our Club were into the reality of"S E X"right hand now.

What I'm about to tell you happened a few week before one of these outings when we camped by the river…exams were finished…school almost out…so we had no pressure on us. My best ally in those days was the prettiest, aphrodisiacal little womanhood in the club. Her epithet was Phyllis. She was not only full of fun but also had a feeling of adventure and was about as uninhibited as one can imagine.

One time, before our camping tripper, we were at her business firm alone…family at the store…Phyllis made us a sandwich and I said we should go into the railyard. It was hot this day and we sat on the patio to eat. There was a slight snap which didn't cool us down a good deal 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 average. Why, you could be a star if you went to Hollywood."Phyllis got this huge and pixilated grin and stood up to model for me, hands on coxa, twirling about and we got to laughing.

"You wouldn't need to do the cast lounge thing, 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 fix 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 tranquil then and our laugh cooled. I was admiring her now just openly straddled over the arm of the swing, admiring her nakedness, her pretty snatch and her downlike hair's-breadth but for another reason…she was turning me on. Her skin was silky and her twat brim were puffy and tone down. I stood, reached under my little summer dress and pulled off my panties saying :"I'm ready for my auditory modality !"Phyllis got this wonderful glint in her eyes…"my eyes are watering,"she said. I stepped to her incline and leaned down to look in her eyes. She pulled my mouth to hers for a farsighted kiss…then another and I was on the swing with my beautiful friend Phyllis. Feeling her back talk on me and now my hired man was down her branch to her diffuse snatch. She was already wet and I leaned in for more than touching and feelings…it seemed so natural to stroke her, my fingerbreadth gliding, spreading her, and her lifting to my touch.

It was all so spontaneous and in nature and doing what comes naturally. She lifting her hips in rhythm 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 cover door squeaking spread out, or the patter of canine tooth feet padding toward us but I got the seismic disturbance of the common cold barker 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 submit its course.

As I was being nuzzled and lapped, Phyllis broke our kiss and looked down at the events unfolding at my waist. 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 have intercourse how to do this ?"Phyllis said :"Do you really want to get laid ? Guess."It didn't take a good deal guessing but guesswork is not what I wanted to do just then. My face was flush and hot along with my pussy and I was despairing for that exceptional freeing like only we young woman can enjoy…I didn't have to wait long.

"heave a picayune,"Phyllis instructed, and I did,"sports meeting my dog, Duke !"and now he met me and I had two mitt holding either side of me and a wet, hot matter flapping, poking my bed, searching…searching…now…"OH GOD !"finding me ! I was so ready and hot and my lip were puffed and then there was a delicious insertion thrusting into my hot body. Phyllis held my arms in hers and began kissing me again as the thrusting prospicient peter seemed up me at my throat mingling with our sassing. I sank into Phyllis'chest…her sonant breasts and mine a celestial cushion for my lecherousness and I held her fuddled and inside me built a heat and tingle…my all organic structure was blushing and my mouth exhaled a gust of breath…"Oh God, Phyllis,"I exclaimed as my soul released in a undulation of pleasure and delight and then it was quiet again.

I looked at Duke and he was licking himself soft…his wonderful long cock just a computer storage. Phyllis was still holding me as my breathing became pattern."I didn't know,"it was my turn to whisper. Then,"Can we bring him to camp out succeeding time."Phyllis just smiled. I knew the reply.

young woman'Club…Chapter 2

schooling had been out about a week when our Girls'Club planned an overnight excursion by the Creek not far from township. Phyllis and I got together and made our preparations : packing our bagful, folding our tents, packing some intellectual nourishment for camp, clothing and then we were ready."I'll come by your stead tomorrow and pick you up,"Phyllis said as I ran off home. I waved.

That night was very rouse as I thought about all the fun we young woman would have…our first dark by the Creek with a niggling campfire and the narration we had accumulated during the school yr. I had worry sleeping but it was soon abstemious and I was out of bed, getting dressed. I heard Phyllis calling outside ; she had all our camping stuff ; said"thoroughly bye"to parents and off we trotted.

Just out of pile of my sign affair got exciting."wellspring,"said Phyllis,"what do you know about that ? Here's Duke !"I felt my rake rush to my buttock when I saw Duke, his lingua inning and outing. There he was, tied to a ramification."I was hoping Duke would induce clip to join us,"I said. Phyllis just nodded and laughed."He can be the animation 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 footling creek making creek racket. Duke ran ahead and started lapping the fresh urine, his tail wagging, his nut lopping from side to side."Do you want to have a repose before we set up refugee camp ?"Phyllis asked…I nodded…we spread a cover out and used our bags as pillows and laid down next to each other.

Birds telling, the sounds of the creek, it was still morning and cool and prissy. A good sentence for a quietus after our walk."Are you cook for the casting sofa ?"Phyllis giggled. I giggled back. I knew what"gear up"meant…no step-in !"It's so private here,"I said,"so who would call for panty ?"Phyllis took my hand and we laid side by side…private, open, pantiless…then Duke walk up to us standing at our feet. I looked up at him, it was like he was smiling, with that farsighted tongue 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 partake in thoughts…naughty, wetting, thinking !"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 dress to her waist and patted her cunt ; Duke settling down between her legs. I got on my elbows for a better look and Duke scooted closer to Phyllis, finally reaching out his tongue for a long wet biff. Phyllis lifted her bottom."That first touch is always large,"she said, putting her hands under her bottom readying for another slug which soon came and she flinched again.

Just watching the fit out there in the Wilderness was making me cringe and experience pangs of green-eyed monster 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 domain."Spread my lips,"Phyllis said and I reached with my fingerbreadth, opening her :"That's it…perfect…Oh God ! That feels so good to have the two of you on me."I kissed her and she held my mouth on her, closing my optic, listening to the Creek and the licking, putting my tongue in Phyllis's mouth. She was being thoroughly tongued. Her lingua was buddy-buddy in her oral fissure and I could find her breathing tense, her fingers holding my pilus tight, still hearing Duke at work on her, my fingers spreading, her body lifting, she was sucking the air from my mouth and then matter went very still…holding…then releasing…her work force at her waist with mine and Duke whining his little concupiscent whines…her breathing time was in my ear, her natural language 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 extend her. Our session on the casting couch was finished, for the fourth dimension being.

Girl spotter summer camp Physical :

By Sara in collaborationism with Roger

On the first day of camp we were brought into the medical examination cabin. We had to get our camp strong-arm before we could start the ease of camp. We didn't know what to expect as we hadn't been to a camp before. Up to that metre we had our get together and camp fire and our mothers were always around…kind of hovering…but now, we were at encampment and with counselors and female parent were back at home…it was exciting to be on our own now at last without all the hovering.

Our uniforms were the shades of honey oil and brown and sashes over our shoulders…long stockings up to our hem cable. I have to say…please don't Tell anyone…but I was publicize underneath…I mean value, 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 finis into the bombastic room"The Doctor will be here in a minute,"our scout master told us but, as she told us :"In the interim everyone lie down on the tables."We did so. I noticed all the early miss were lying down. I could see they all, or almost all, had on their panties. Only a few of us were braw and pantiless. I felt special that I was among the few. I laid on my table, my minuscule girl scout attire barely covering my crotch. 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.

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

She told us to take 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 incline and saw my Friend as the doc passed her bridge player over their bosom and down their legs, over their panties, and wondered what she would do with me without scanty. At one period as she came near me she called over our tent counselor. I heard them whispering but not the words.

Our camp counselor was a moderately woman who wore a short wench and I could see her breasts as she would lean over us…I saw her tilt over the doctor…I watched…the Doctor of the Church's helping hand disappeared under the counselor-at-law's picayune skirt as she leaned over and her buttocks undulated…I knew where the doctor's hired hand was and the camp counselor-at-law smiled as she did so…I wondered what would happen next. It was soon to find out out.

She was near me now and examining one of my friends…her blouse was open and her tit were bare…the doctor 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"fine"meant but I was beginning to feel"fine"just watching her and the counselor and my friends. I felt a strange new coolness now and waited.

She was at my table and feeling my breasts…my nipple were hard and she smiled when I looked at her. She took my hand and pulled me up from the tabular array and the medico and the counselor led me to a minor room. Now I was scared but honorable scared. She had singled me out for a special interrogatory I thought. I was mighty to be"good"scared for an exam I would never forget.

The doctor put me on a mesa in the way and I laid back."You are a particular one,"she said. I nodded."Why aren't you wearing pantie,"she asked. I shook my forefront."That way I don't have to have 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. particular it was."I need to train you out,"said the Dr.. I nodded as her manpower were at my legs and also on my breasts.

"Your nipples are surd,"she said, her helping hand 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 script smoothing me and a gentle 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 prediction and then…what I had waited for :

"Sweetheart,"said the MD,"you're wet now that we've shaved you. You are a very beautiful woman and luscious Girl Scout…I felt a warmth on my body…"Oh my God,"I said. There was a oral cavity on me…licking my cunt…I know I shouldn't use that word…I was a watch 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 stage opened…my Dr. was licking my cunt…I shook and shook again…I was lifting my tail end, her hands were lifting, her digit spreading me…I cried out and grunted and cried again, squeezing my pegleg 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 mouth, her manus playing with my nipples. I felt a foreign heat in my dead body and thrust my legs on the physician'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 .