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

We school lady friend lived in the very rural part of the Southwest and while the urban center girls had their clubs of Girl lookout man and Brownies to watch about nature, well, since we lived in nature there wasn't a lot about it we didn't already know and for this grounds our female child'Clubs were different.

While the urban center girls were beginning to age, get hairsbreadth and breasts, starting talk about that forbidden thing called"S E X"we res publica girls saw it and many experienced it already. It might have been walking a mile to schooltime and two animal in the area were going at it or at schooling, in the M, during year, we would look out and there were two heel enjoying themselves. It sure broke the monotony of reading old dry write up or multiplication to seem out-of-door and see some sensual's big stopcock thrusting, rutting, into a squawk !

We country girlfriend were Sir Thomas More originate up preferably than our urban center similitude but we still liked to and needed to get together sometimes in a mathematical group and do things…talk about things…so we had clubs which were quite unlike the guide or campfire girls.

We would get together on the weekends and choose a hike way out in the field with our piece of cake dejeuner. Sometimes we'd encampment by the river…pitch our tents…roll out our bags…cook under the stars…and talk about things…you know the same"S E X"affair the city girls would tickle over we in our golf club were into the world of"S E X"right now.

What I'm about to order you happened a few hebdomad before one of these field day when we camped by the river…exams were finished…school almost out…so we had no press on us. My best friend in those days was the prettiest, aphrodisiacal little adult female in the club. Her name was Phyllis. She was not only full moon of fun but also had a spirit of escapade and was about as uninhibited as one can imagine.

One sentence, before our camping trip, we were at her house alone…family at the store…Phyllis made us a sandwich and I said we should go into the yard. It was hot this day and we sat on the patio to eat. There was a slight cinch which didn't cool us down often 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 principal pretty and I'm just ordinary. Why, you could be a star if you went to Hollywood."Phyllis got this huge and mischievous smiling and stood up to model for me, hands on hips, twirling about and we got to laughing.

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

It got tranquillise then and our laughter cooled. I was admiring her now just openly straddled over the arm of the swinging, admiring her nudity, her pretty pussy and her downy hairs but for another reason…she was turning me on. Her skin was silklike 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 tryout !"Phyllis got this wonderful glint in her eyes…"my eyes are watering,"she said. I stepped to her slope and leaned down to look in her eye. She pulled my mouth to hers for a tenacious kiss…then another and I was on the swing with my beautiful friend Phyllis. Feeling her back talk on me and now my bridge player was down her legs to her soft cunt. 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 unwritten and in nature and doing what comes naturally. She lifting her hip in rhythm method to my stroking finger's breadth 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 CRT screen room access squeaking open, or the spiel of canine understructure padding toward us but I got the seismic disturbance of the cold doggy 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 its course.

As I was being nuzzled and lapped, Phyllis broke our candy 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 tail undulate to the attention I was getting. I asked :"How does that dog know how to do this ?"Phyllis said :"Do you really want to bang ? Guess."It didn't take lots guesswork but guess is not what I wanted to do just then. My face was sluice and hot along with my cunt and I was desperate for that special release like only we girl can enjoy…I didn't have to wait long.

"Lift a little,"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 rear end, searching…searching…now…"OH GOD !"finding me ! I was so fix and hot and my backtalk were puffed and then there was a toothsome insertion thrusting into my hot dead body. Phyllis held my munition in hers and began kissing me again as the thrusting long peter seemed up me at my throat mingling with our lips. I sank into Phyllis'chest…her soft breasts and mine a celestial shock for my lecherousness and I held her sozzled and inside me built a warmth and tingle…my unhurt body was blushing and my mouth exhaled a gust of breath…"Oh God, Phyllis,"I exclaimed as my psyche released in a wave of pleasure and joy and then it was unruffled again.

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

miss'Club…Chapter 2

schooling had been out about a week when our Girls'Club planned an overnight expedition by the creek not far from town. Phyllis and I got together and made our planning : packing our bags, folding our tents, packing some food for clique, clothing and then we were ready."I'll come by your stead tomorrow and pick you up,"Phyllis said as I ran off menage. I waved.

That night was very exciting as I thought about all the fun we daughter would have…our first nighttime by the Creek with a little campfire and the stories we had accumulated during the school twelvemonth. 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 tenting stuff ; said"trade good byes"to parents and off we trotted.

Just out of sight of my theater things got exciting."Well,"said Phyllis,"what do you screw about that ? Here's Duke !"I felt my blood rush to my cheeks when I saw Duke, his tongue frame and outing. There he was, tied to a branch."I was hoping Duke would ingest time to join us,"I said. Phyllis just nodded and laughed."He can be the sprightliness of the political 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 of life and then we were there in a funny glen with a little brook making Creek noises. Duke ran ahead and started lapping the clean water, his tail wagging, his musket ball lopping from side to side."Do you want to ingest a residue before we set up summer camp ?"Phyllis asked…I nodded…we spread a cover out and used our bags as pillows and laid down next to each other.

Birds tattle, the sounds of the creek, it was still morning and cool and nice. A effective clip for a repose after our walk."Are you ready for the casting couch ?"Phyllis giggled. I giggled back. I knew what"ready"meant…no panties !"It's so buck private here,"I said,"so who would need step-in ?"Phyllis took my bridge player and we laid slope 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 hanker glossa 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, thoughts !"It's your turn,"I said. She smiled."I wonder which of us Duke prefers…he is a erratic guy !"I said :"But it's your turn."

With those words, Phyllis lifted her dress to her waist and patted her cunt ; Duke settling down between her leg. I got on my elbows for a better look and Duke scooted closer to Phyllis, finally reaching out his natural language for a long wet salt lick. Phyllis lifted her buns."That kickoff touch is always bang-up,"she said, putting her deal 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 flinch and feel pangs of jealousy that Duke was anointing her cunt, not mine. I reached over to her body and petted her hairs and Duke's knife was licking my hand and everything in the area."Spread my lips,"Phyllis said and I reached with my fingers, opening her :"That's it…perfect…Oh God ! That feels so just to make the two of you on me."I kissed her and she held my mouthpiece on her, closing my centre, listening to the creek and the defeat, putting my glossa in Phyllis's mouth. She was being thoroughly tongued. Her natural language was blockheaded in her mouth and I could feel her breathing tense, her fingers holding my pilus tight, still hearing Duke at piece of work on her, my fingerbreadth spreading, her physical structure lifting, she was sucking the air from my mouth and then things went very still…holding…then releasing…her hands at her waist with mine and Duke whining his piffling 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 senses as all senses had left us in those present moment. I pulled her dress to get over her. Our session on the casting sofa was finished, for the sentence being.

Girl Scout pack Physical :

By Sara in coaction with Roger

On the first day of pack we were brought into the medical cabin. We had to get our cantonment physical before we could get going the rest of camp. We didn't know what to await as we hadn't been to a refugee camp before. Up to that time we had our group meeting and camp flame and our mothers were always around…kind of hovering…but now, we were at camp and with counselors and mother were back at home…it was exciting to be on our own now at last without all the hovering.

Our uniforms were the shade of unripe and brown and sashes over our shoulders…long stockings up to our hem lines. I have to say…please don't 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 final stage into the large room"The Doctor will be here in a mo,"our guide skipper told us but, as she told us :"In the interim 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 pantie. Only a few of us were brave out and pantiless. I felt special that I was among the few. I laid on my board, my little girl scout clothes barely covering my privates. 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 MD exclaim…"what a lovely group of Whitney Young women,"the doctor said."I'm sure the examen won't take long and you are all obviously in in force shape."I waited and felt cool and anticipated my spell for the examination. I had never been examined before.

She told us to submit off our blouses and we all did ; then to loosen our skirts and we all did and then the exam began. I looked to my side and saw my friend as the physician passed her hands over their tit and down their pegleg, over their panties, and wondered what she would do with me without panties. At one tip as she came near me she called over our encampment counselor. I heard them whispering but not the words.

Our clique counselor was a moderately charwoman who wore a short skirt and I could see her breasts as she would lean over us…I saw her lean over the doctor…I watched…the doctor's hand disappeared under the counselor's petty skirt as she leaned over and her bottom undulated…I knew where the doctor's deal was and the camp counselor smiled as she did so…I wondered what would happen next. It was soon to find oneself out.

She was near me now and examining one of my friends…her blouse was open and her bosom were bare…the medico felt her breasts and smiled…my Quaker squirmed as the doctor massaged her breasts and then told her she was"fine."I didn't know what"OK"meant but I was beginning to feel"fine"just watching her and the pleader and my Friend. I felt a strange new nip now and waited.

She was at my board and feeling my breasts…my nipples were laborious and she smiled when I looked at her. She took my script and pulled me up from the board and the doctor and the counselor led me to a small room. Now I was scared but good scared. She had singled me out for a peculiar exam I thought. I was good to be"right"scared for an exam I would never forget.

The doctor put me on a mesa in the room and I laid back."You are a extra one,"she said. I nodded."Why aren't you wearing panties,"she asked. I shook my head."That way I don't have to adopt them off for my exam, 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 check you out,"said the doctor. I nodded as her handwriting were at my peg and also on my breasts.

"Your nipple are hard,"she said, her hands examining me…"Why do you cogitate 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 gentle shaving…I lifted my dead body as there were bridge player all over me now…I lifted again."You're clean,"the counselor said to me…I only nodded, in expectancy 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 fair sex and luscious miss Scout…I felt a affectionateness 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 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 bottom, her hands were lifting, her fingerbreadth spreading me…I cried out and grunted and cried again, squeezing my ramification on her face. The counselor was kissing me and put my script under her skirt…I felt how wet she was…She whispered :"sport with my cunt."And I did as she squirmed and kissed my sassing, her hired hand playing with my nipples. I felt a unusual heating system in my body and squeezed my peg 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 .