The young lady'Club Camp …Oh what fun ( Chapter 1 ... before camp result )

We school girls lived in the very rural part of the southwestward and while the metropolis girls had their lodge of lady friend sentinel and Brownies to learn about nature, well, since we lived in nature there wasn't much about it we didn't already know and for this reason our missy'Clubs were different.

While the city girls were beginning to get on, grow hair and breasts, starting talk about that forbidden thing called"S E X"we nation girls saw it and many experienced it already. It might have been walking a mile to shoal and two animals in the field were going at it or at school, in the yard, during form, we would look out and there were two weenie enjoying themselves. It sure broke the sameness of reading old dry account or times to look outside and see some animal's big cock thrust, rutting, into a bitch !

We body politic girls were Thomas More grow up sooner 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 scout or campfire girls.

We would get together on the weekends and make a wage hike way out in the field with our child's play dejeuner. Sometimes we'd ingroup by the river…pitch our tents…roll out our bags…cook under the stars…and talk about things…you know the Saame"S E X"things the urban center girls would vibrate over we in our guild were into the reality of"S E X"right 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 C. H. Best friend in those days was the prettiest, sexiest trivial woman in the club. Her name was Phyllis. She was not only full of fun but also had a feel of adventure 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 1000. It was hot this day and we sat on the patio to eat. There was a rebuff cinch which didn't poise us down much and I sat, ate, and looked at her, wishing I could someday be as reasonably."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 moving-picture show principal pretty and I'm just ordinary. Why, you could be a sensation if you went to Hollywood."Phyllis got this huge and mischievous smile and stood up to mold for me, hands on hips, 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 couch ?"she joked and sat down on the swing, kicking one leg up in the air."Phyllis !"I said :"You're all set for the couch…they wouldn't even have to lead off your panties."Phyllis said :"I'm not wearing any, Silly."“ That's what I mean. You're a natural."

It got lull then and our laughter cooled. I was admiring her now just openly straddled over the arm of the swing, admiring her bareness, her middling snatch and her sericeous hairs but for another reason…she was turning me on. Her skin was silky and her puss lips were puffy and moistness. I stood, reached under my minuscule summertime dress and pulled off my panties saying :"I'm ready for my audition !"Phyllis got this wonderful glint in her eyes…"my eye are watering,"she said. I stepped to her side 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 admirer Phyllis. Feeling her mouth on me and now my hand was down her ramification to her diffuse 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 ad-lib and in nature and doing what comes naturally. She lifting her pelvic arch in rhythm to my stroking digit and she was whispering in my ear. Now tonguing my ear and I was so necessitate in just the two us I didn't even notice the sieve doorway squeaking assailable, or the patter of canine feet padding toward us but I got the shock of the dusty doggie 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 film 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 acknowledge how to do this ?"Phyllis said :"Do you really want to cognize ? Guess."It didn't take lots guessing but dead reckoning is not what I wanted to do just then. My face was peak and hot along with my twat and I was desperate for that particular release like only we girls can enjoy…I didn't have to look 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 face of me and a wet, hot matter fluttering, poking my seat, searching…searching…now…"OH GOD !"finding me ! I was so ready and hot and my mouth were puffed and then there was a luscious insertion thrusting into my hot body. Phyllis held my arms 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 soft breasts and mine a celestial cushion for my lust and I held her tight 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 psyche released in a wave of delight and delight and then it was tranquility again.

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

female child'Club…Chapter 2

School had been out about a hebdomad when our Girls'baseball club planned an overnight junket by the brook not far from town. Phyllis and I got together and made our formulation : packing our purse, folding our tents, packing some food for camp, habiliment and then we were make."I'll come by your piazza tomorrow and pick you up,"Phyllis said as I ran off home. I waved.

That Night was very exciting as I thought about all the fun we girls would have…our first night by the creek with a little campfire and the taradiddle we had accumulated during the schooltime year. I had hassle sleeping but it was soon light and I was out of bed, getting dressed. I heard Phyllis calling outside ; she had all our tenting clobber ; said"salutary adios"to parents and off we trotted.

Just out of sight of my family things got exciting."well,"said Phyllis,"what do you cognise about that ? Here's Duke !"I felt my blood rushing to my brass when I saw Duke, his tongue inning and outing. There he was, tied to a subdivision."I was hoping Duke would hold time to join us,"I said. Phyllis just nodded and laughed."He can be the life history 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 minute's walk and then we were there in a shady glen with a little creek making brook dissonance. Duke ran ahead and started lapping the clean body of water, his tail wagging, his ballock lopping from incline to side."Do you want to throw a rest before we set up camp ?"Phyllis asked…I nodded…we spread a blanket out and used our bags as pillows and laid down side by side to each other.

razz telling, the sounds of the Creek, it was still morning and cool and squeamish. A soundly time for a rest after our walk."Are you ready for the molding couch ?"Phyllis giggled. I giggled back. I knew what"make"meant…no panties !"It's so buck private here,"I said,"so who would need panties ?"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 recollective tongue hanging to one incline dripping from the brook water…I looked at Phyllis and she at me…exchanging smiles…both of us getting wet and hot at just our share thoughts…naughty, wetting, thoughts !"It's your bout,"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 words, Phyllis lifted her dress to her waist and patted her slit ; Duke settling down between her pegleg. I got on my elbows for a substantially feel and Duke scooted cheeseparing to Phyllis, finally reaching out his tongue for a long wet poke. Phyllis lifted her bum."That first soupcon is always great,"she said, putting her hand under her buns readying for another biff which soon came and she flinched again.

Just watching the scene out there in the wilderness was making me flinch and tactile property pangs of green-eyed monster that Duke was anointing her snatch, not mine. I reached over to her body and petted her hair's-breadth and Duke's tongue was licking my handwriting and everything in the sphere."bed cover my lips,"Phyllis said and I reached with my finger's breadth, opening her :"That's it…perfect…Oh God ! That feels so good to give the two of you on me."I kissed her and she held my sassing on her, closing my eye, listening to the brook and the licking, putting my natural language in Phyllis's rima oris. She was being thoroughly tongued. Her tongue was thickly in her mouth and I could feel her external respiration tense, her fingerbreadth holding my hair's-breadth tight, still hearing Duke at employment on her, my fingers spreading, her body lifting, she was sucking the air from my mouth and then things went very still…holding…then releasing…her hands at her shank with mine and Duke whining his little libidinous whines…her breath 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 sensation as all senses had left us in those moments. I pulled her dress to cover her. Our session on the casting couch was finished, for the time being.

daughter lookout Camp Physical :

By Sara in collaboration with Roger

On the first of all day of camp we were brought into the medical cabin. We had to get our camp physical before we could take off the rest of coterie. We didn't know what to ask as we hadn't been to a camp before. Up to that time we had our get together and camp firing and our mothers were always around…kind of hovering…but now, we were at encampment and with counselor-at-law and mothers 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 gullible and dark-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 scanty underneath…I mean value, who would possibly screw that I wore no panties…I loved the notion of the cooling air and not being restricted, though when I sat or squatted I was measured not to"show."

So in we all went for our physicals. I was almost the conclusion into the boastfully room"The Doctor of the Church will be here in a moment,"our talent scout master told us but, as she told us :"In the lag everyone lie down on the tables."We did so. I noticed all the early girls were lying down. I could see they all, or almost all, had on their panties. Only a few of us were brave and pantiless. I felt limited that I was among the few. I laid on my table, my little girl spotter dress 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 determine out as the doctor entered our room.

"Well, well,"I heard the Doctor of the Church exclaim…"what a lovely group of Pres Young charwoman,"the MD said."I'm sure the interrogatory won't take farsighted and you are all obviously in effective shape."I waited and felt cool and foresee my turn for the examination. I had never been examined before.

She told us to admit off our blouses and we all did ; then to undo our skirts and we all did and then the examination began. I looked to my position and saw my Quaker as the Dr. passed her hands over their bosom and down their pegleg, over their panties, and wondered what she would do with me without panty. At one point as she came near me she called over our camp counselor. I heard them whispering but not the words.

Our camp counselor was a pretty charwoman who wore a dead skirt and I could see her breasts as she would lean over us…I saw her tilt over the doctor…I watched…the doctor's hand disappeared under the pleader's little annulus as she leaned over and her bottom undulated…I knew where the doctor's hired man was and the camp counselor smiled as she did so…I wondered what would pass off next. It was soon to find 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 bosom and then told her she was"fine."I didn't know what"fine"meant but I was beginning to palpate"fine"just watching her and the counsellor and my acquaintance. I felt a strange new coolness now and waited.

She was at my table and feeling my breasts…my mamilla were toilsome and she smiled when I looked at her. She took my hand and pulled me up from the board and the doctor and the counselor led me to a small way. Now I was scared but good scared. She had singled me out for a special examination I thought. I was rectify to be"good"scared for an exam I would never forget.

The medico put me on a table in the way and I laid back."You are a particular one,"she said. I nodded."Why aren't you wearing scanty,"she asked. I shook my head."That way I don't have to take up them off for my test, 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 break you out,"said the doctor. I nodded as her hands were at my wooden leg and also on my breasts.

"Your nipples are gruelling,"she said, her work force examining me…"Why do you consider 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 body as there were paw 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 :

"steady,"said the doctor,"you're wet now that we've shaved you. You are a very beautiful cleaning lady and luscious Girl Scout…I felt a lovingness 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 scout and we didn't talking that way but it was MY hot, wet cunt…and there was no other word for it…I lifted…my pegleg opened…my doctor was licking my cunt…I shook and shook again…I was lifting my hind end, her hired hand were lifting, her fingerbreadth spreading me…I cried out and grunted and cried again, squeezing my stage on her face. The counselor was kissing me and put my hand under her skirt…I felt how wet she was…She whispered :"manoeuvre with my cunt."And I did as she squirmed and kissed my rima oris, her manus playing with my nipples. I felt a unknown heating plant in my physical structure and squeezed my peg on the doctor's face…her spit 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 wait to be examined again .