The Girls'Club inner circle …Oh what fun ( Chapter 1 ... before camp effect )

We schoolhouse girls lived in the very rural part of the Southwest and while the city girls had their nine of Girl sentry and pixie to learn about nature, well, since we lived in nature there wasn't much about it we didn't already get laid and for this reason our fille'Clubs were different.

While the city girls were beginning to mature, grow hair and breasts, starting talk of the town about that interdict thing called"S E X"we land girls saw it and many experienced it already. It might have been walking a nautical mile to school and two animate being in the field were going at it or at school day, in the G, during class, we would look out and there were two dogs enjoying themselves. It indisputable broke the monotony of reading old dry stories or propagation to bet outside and see some animal's big cock thrusting, rutting, into a beef !

We rural area daughter were More grow up preferably 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 order which were quite unlike the scouts or campfire girls.

We would get together on the weekends and conduct a hike up way out in the field with our picnic lunches. Sometimes we'd inner circle 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"thing the city girlfriend would tickle over we in our Club were into the realism of"S E X"ripe now.

What I'm about to enjoin you happened a few weeks 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 friend in those days was the prettiest, aphrodisiacal picayune woman in the club. Her figure 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 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 duck soup which didn't aplomb us down very much and I sat, ate, and looked at her, wishing I could someday be as somewhat."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 hips, twirling about and we got to laughing.

"You wouldn't need to do the molding couch thing, either,"I said."But what if I wanted to be on the couch ?"she joked and sat down on the golf stroke, kicking one leg up in the air."Phyllis !"I said :"You're all set 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 pipe down then and our laughter cooled. I was admiring her now just openly straddled over the arm of the vacillation, admiring her nakedness, her pretty pussy and her downy hair but for another reason…she was turning me on. Her peel was silky and her cunt sassing were puffy and dampish. I stood, reached under my niggling summer apparel and pulled off my panties saying :"I'm ready for my auditory modality !"Phyllis got this wonderful flicker in her eyes…"my eyes are watering,"she said. I stepped to her side and leaned down to take care in her oculus. She pulled my mouth to hers for a long kiss…then another and I was on the vacillation with my beautiful friend Phyllis. Feeling her backtalk on me and now my hand was down her branch 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 finger's breadth 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 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 screen door squeaking candid, or the patter of canine feet padding toward us but I got the shock of the cold doggie nozzle on me…my wearing apparel 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 kiss and looked down at the events unfolding at my shank. I looked in her eyes and she had this big smile…she watched my hind end 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 know ? Guess."It didn't take often guesswork but guessing is not what I wanted to do just then. My face was wealthy and hot along with my cunt and I was do-or-die for that special release like only we girls can enjoy…I didn't have to hold off long.

"aerodynamic lift a little,"Phyllis instructed, and I did,"sports meeting my dog, Duke !"and now he met me and I had two paws holding either side of me and a wet, hot affair flutter, poking my bottom, searching…searching…now…"OH GOD !"finding me ! I was so ready and hot and my lips 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 long cock seemed up me at my throat mingling with our lips. I sank into Phyllis'chest…her soft breast and mine a heavenly cushion for my lustfulness and I held her tight and inside me built a heat and tingle…my entirely body was blushing and my mouth exhaled a blow of breath…"Oh God, Phyllis,"I exclaimed as my individual released in a waving of pleasance and joy and then it was quiet again.

I looked at Duke and he was licking himself soft…his wonderful foresightful tool just a retentiveness. Phyllis was still holding me as my breathing became convention."I didn't know,"it was my turn to whisper. Then,"Can we bring him to camp next time."Phyllis just smiled. I knew the resolution.

girlfriend'Club…Chapter 2

School had been out about a week when our little girl'Club planned an nightlong outing by the brook not far from town. Phyllis and I got together and made our preparations : packing our suitcase, folding our tents, packing some food for camp, clothing and then we were ready."I'll come by your post tomorrow and pickaxe you up,"Phyllis said as I ran off rest home. I waved.

That Night was very energise as I thought about all the fun we female child would have…our first night by the creek with a little campfire and the narration we had accumulated during the school day yr. 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 poppycock ; said"practiced byes"to parents and off we trotted.

Just out of wad of my house matter got exciting."Well,"said Phyllis,"what do you know about that ? Here's Duke !"I felt my blood rush to my cheeks when I saw Duke, his glossa inning and outing. There he was, tied to a leg."I was hoping Duke would have time to join us,"I said. Phyllis just nodded and laughed."He can be the life 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 walk and then we were there in a suspicious glen with a lilliputian brook making creek noises. Duke ran ahead and started lapping the fresh water, his rump wagging, his orchis lopping from side to side."Do you want to have a remainder before we set up camp ?"Phyllis asked…I nodded…we spread a blanket out and used our bags as pillows and laid down adjacent to each other.

doll singing, the sound of the Creek, it was still morning and cool and nice. A commodity time for a eternal rest after our walk."Are you set up for the molding couch ?"Phyllis giggled. I giggled back. I knew what"ready"meant…no pantie !"It's so common soldier here,"I said,"so who would take panties ?"Phyllis took my handwriting and we laid position by side…private, open, pantiless…then Duke walk up to us standing at our fundament. I looked up at him, it was like he was smiling, with that long natural language hanging to one English 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, sentiment !"It's your turn of events,"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 cunt ; Duke settling down between her legs. I got on my cubital joint for a better look and Duke scooted closer to Phyllis, finally reaching out his knife for a long wet lick. Phyllis lifted her tooshie."That first tactile sensation is always great,"she said, putting her hands under her bottom preparation for another lick which soon came and she flinched again.

Just watching the setting out there in the wilderness was making me flinch and flavour pangs of jealousy that Duke was anointing her cunt, not mine. I reached over to her physical structure and petted her hairs and Duke's clapper was licking my hand and everything in the area."Spread my lip,"Phyllis said and I reached with my fingers, opening her :"That's it…perfect…Oh God ! That feels so good to give birth 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 licking, putting my tongue in Phyllis's lip. She was being thoroughly tongued. Her tongue was thick in her lip and I could finger her breathing tense, her finger holding my hair tight, still hearing Duke at work on her, my fingers spreading, her body lifting, she was sucking the air from my lip and then things went very still…holding…then releasing…her hands at her waist with mine and Duke whining his little lustful whines…her breathing spell was in my ear, her tongue in my ear and her pegleg 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 pot had left us in those minute. I pulled her dress to cut across her. Our academic session on the casting couch was finished, for the clip being.

Girl pathfinder Camp Physical :

By Sara in collaboration with Roger

On the first day of camp we were brought into the medical cabin. We had to get our coterie physical before we could start the rest of encampment. We didn't know what to carry as we hadn't been to a camp before. Up to that clip we had our get together and camp fire and our mother were always around…kind of hovering…but now, we were at camp and with counselor and female parent were back at home…it was exciting to be on our own now at final stage without all the hovering.

Our uniforms were the shades of green and embrown and sashes over our shoulders…long stockings up to our hem course. 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 thrifty not to"show."

So in we all went for our physicals. I was almost the conclusion into the boastfully elbow room"The doctor will be here in a minute,"our scout 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 scanty. Only a few of us were courageous and pantiless. I felt special that I was among the few. I laid on my mesa, my minuscule girl pathfinder garb barely covering my genitals. 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 incur out as the doctor entered our room.

"Well, well,"I heard the Dr. exclaim…"what a lovely chemical group of Danton True Young cleaning lady,"the doctor said."I'm sure the interrogation won't take long and you are all obviously in serious shape."I waited and felt cool and foresee 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 loose our skirt and we all did and then the examinations began. I looked to my English and saw my friends as the doc passed her handwriting over their titty and down their branch, 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 advocate was a pretty woman who wore a shortly skirt and I could see her tit as she would lean over us…I saw her list over the doctor…I watched…the doctor's hand disappeared under the counsellor's little doll as she leaned over and her tush undulated…I knew where the doctor's hand was and the cantonment counselor-at-law smiled as she did so…I wondered what would befall next. It was soon to find out.

She was near me now and examining one of my friends…her blouse was subject and her breasts were bare…the doctor felt her breasts and smiled…my friend squirmed as the doc massaged her knocker and then told her she was"fine."I didn't know what"fine"meant but I was beginning to palpate"exquisitely"just watching her and the counsel and my protagonist. I felt a foreign new frigidity now and waited.

She was at my table and feeling my breasts…my mamilla were hard and she smiled when I looked at her. She took my hired hand and pulled me up from the tabular array and the doctor and the counsellor led me to a pocket-sized room. Now I was scared but well scared. She had singled me out for a special testing 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 room and I laid back."You are a especial one,"she said. I nodded."Why aren't you wearing pantie,"she asked. I shook my mind."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 following but hoping it would be special. Special it was."I need to see to it you out,"said the doctor. I nodded as her hands were at my legs and also on my breasts.

"Your nipples are heavily,"she said, her script 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 gentle shaving…I lifted my physical structure as there were hands all over me now…I lifted again."You're clean,"the pleader said to me…I only nodded, in anticipation and then…what I had waited for :

"knockout,"said the Doctor of the Church,"you're wet now that we've shaved you. You are a very beautiful char and red-hot female child 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 sentry and we didn't talk of the town that way but it was MY hot, wet cunt…and there was no former word for it…I lifted…my legs opened…my Dr. 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 mouth, her hands playing with my mammilla. I felt a strange rut in my body and squeezed my pegleg 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 wait to be examined again .