The Girls'society Camp …Oh what fun ( Chapter 1 ... before camp upshot )

We school girls lived in the very rural voice of the Southwest and while the city girls had their golf club of Girl talent scout 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 grounds our Girls'Clubs were different.

While the city girlfriend were beginning to ripen, spring up hair and breasts, starting talk of the town about that veto thing called"S E X"we country missy saw it and many experienced it already. It might feature been walking a knot to school and two animal in the field were going at it or at school, in the yard, during class, we would count out and there were two dog enjoying themselves. It sure broke the sameness of reading old dry stories or multiplication to look outside and see some animal's big cock thrusting, rutting, into a cunt !

We country girls were more grown up preferably than our city twin 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 take a hike way out in the flying field with our picnic lunch. Sometimes we'd camp by the river…pitch our tents…roll out our bags…cook under the stars…and talk about things…you know the Lapplander"S E X"things the urban center girls would tickle over we in our golf-club were into the reality of"S E X"right now.

What I'm about to differentiate you happened a few calendar week before one of these outings when we camped by the river…exams were finished…school almost out…so we had no atmospheric pressure on us. My considerably protagonist in those years was the prettiest, aphrodisiacal minuscule womanhood in the nightspot. 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 time, before our camping misstep, we were at her house alone…family at the store…Phyllis made us a sandwich and I said we should go into the chiliad. It was hot this day and we sat on the patio to eat. There was a rebuff snap which didn't poise 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 whizz pretty and I'm just ordinary. Why, you could be a wizard if you went to Hollywood."Phyllis got this huge and wicked smile and stood up to posture for me, hands on rose hip, twirling about and we got to laughing.

"You wouldn't need to do the casting couch matter, 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 prepare for the couch…they wouldn't even have to aim off your panties."Phyllis said :"I'm not wearing any, Silly."“ That's what I mean. You're a natural."

It got quiet then and our laughter cooled. I was admiring her now just openly straddled over the arm of the swing, admiring her nakedness, her jolly pussy and her downy hairs but for another reason…she was turning me on. Her tegument was silky and her puss mouth were bouffant and moist. I stood, reached under my trivial summertime frock 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 side and leaned down to front in her eyes. She pulled my mouth to hers for a long kiss…then another and I was on the swing with my beautiful friend Phyllis. Feeling her back talk on me and now my manus was down her legs to her soft cunt. She was already wet and I leaned in for more touch and feelings…it seemed so natural to stroke her, my finger 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 rosehip in rhythm to my stroking digit and she was whispering in my ear. Now tonguing my ear and I was so call for in just the two us I didn't even notice the screen threshold squeaking open, or the line of gab of canine ft padding toward us but I got the stupor of the frigid doggie nozzle on me…my attire had lifted to my waistline 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 bottom undulate to the tending I was getting. I asked :"How does that dog know how to do this ?"Phyllis said :"Do you really want to make love ? Guess."It didn't take much shot but guessing is not what I wanted to do just then. My face was charge and hot along with my twat and I was desperate for that exceptional waiver like only we girls 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 paw holding either side of me and a wet, hot matter flapping, poking my bottom, searching…searching…now…"OH GOD !"finding me ! I was so set up and hot and my lips were puffed and then there was a delicious insertion thrusting into my hot body. Phyllis held my limb in hers and began kissing me again as the thrust long hammer seemed up me at my pharynx mingling with our lips. I sank into Phyllis'chest…her flabby knocker and mine a celestial shock absorber for my lust and I held her pie-eyed and inside me built a heat and tingle…my unharmed body was blushing and my mouthpiece exhaled a gust of breath…"Oh God, Phyllis,"I exclaimed as my person released in a wave of pleasure and delight and then it was placid again.

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

Girls'Club…Chapter 2

schooltime had been out about a calendar week when our girlfriend'society planned an all-night outing by the brook not far from Town. Phyllis and I got together and made our preparations : packing our pocketbook, folding our tents, packing some solid food for inner circle, wearable and then we were ready."I'll come by your place tomorrow and pick you up,"Phyllis said as I ran off rest home. I waved.

That dark was very exciting as I thought about all the fun we girls would have…our first nighttime by the Creek with a little campfire and the narrative we had accumulated during the schooling 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 camping stuff ; said"commodity byes"to parents and off we trotted.

Just out of sight of my house 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 inning and outing. There he was, tied to a leg."I was hoping Duke would bear time to get together us,"I said. Phyllis just nodded and laughed."He can be the life sentence 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 umbrageous glen with a petty creek making brook randomness. Duke ran ahead and started lapping the fresh piddle, his tail wagging, his chunk lopping from side to side."Do you want to take a rest before we set up summer camp ?"Phyllis asked…I nodded…we spread a blanket out and used our grip as pillows and laid down next to each other.

boo singing, the phone of the creek, it was still morning and cool and nice. A good time for a rest after our walk."Are you cook for the molding couch ?"Phyllis giggled. I giggled back. I knew what"ready"meant…no scanty !"It's so common soldier here,"I said,"so who would postulate scanty ?"Phyllis took my hired man and we laid side by side…private, assailable, pantiless…then Duke walk up to us standing at our pes. I looked up at him, it was like he was smiling, with that long spit 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 divided up thoughts…naughty, wetting, thoughts !"It's your turn,"I said. She smiled."I wonder which of us Duke prefers…he is a mercurial guy !"I said :"But it's your turn."

With those tidings, Phyllis lifted her dress to her waist and patted her bitch ; Duke settling down between her legs. I got on my elbows for a ripe look and Duke scooted closer to Phyllis, finally reaching out his natural language for a long wet lick. Phyllis lifted her bottom."That first touch is always bully,"she said, putting her hands under her bottom readying for another lick which soon came and she flinched again.

Just watching the setting 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 consistency and petted her hairs and Duke's tongue was licking my paw and everything in the area."Spread my back talk,"Phyllis said and I reached with my fingers, opening her :"That's it…perfect…Oh God ! That feels so just to have the two of you on me."I kissed her and she held my sass on her, closing my heart, listening to the brook and the licking, putting my tongue in Phyllis's mouth. She was being thoroughly tongued. Her tongue was blockheaded in her mouth and I could find her breathing tense, her fingers holding my hair tight, still hearing Duke at work 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 handwriting at her waist with mine and Duke whining his picayune 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 signified 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 meter being.

Girl sentinel bivouac Physical :

By Sara in collaborationism with Roger

On the beginning day of camp we were brought into the medical checkup cabin. We had to get our camp strong-arm before we could embark on the rest of inner circle. We didn't know what to expect as we hadn't been to a pack before. Up to that time we had our encounter and camp fires and our mothers were always around…kind of hovering…but now, we were at camp and with pleader 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 green 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 acknowledge that I wore no panties…I loved the belief 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 last into the large room"The Dr. will be here in a minute,"our scout master told us but, as she told us :"In the meantime 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 step-in. Only a few of us were hardy and pantiless. I felt special that I was among the few. I laid on my mesa, my fiddling girl scout dress 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 receive out as the doctor entered our room.

"wellspring, well,"I heard the doctor exclaim…"what a pin-up group of unseasoned women,"the doctor said."I'm sure the interrogation won't take long and you are all obviously in goodness shape."I waited and felt assuredness 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 undo our skirts and we all did and then the examination began. I looked to my English and saw my friends as the physician passed her manpower over their breasts and down their branch, over their panties, and wondered what she would do with me without panties. At one point as she came near me she called over our camp counselor. I heard them whispering but not the words.

Our pack counsellor was a pretty woman who wore a short skirt and I could see her knocker as she would lean over us…I saw her lean over the doctor…I watched…the MD's hand disappeared under the counselor-at-law's little doll as she leaned over and her bottom undulated…I knew where the physician's handwriting was and the refugee camp counselor smiled as she did so…I wondered what would go on 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 breast and smiled…my admirer squirmed as the doctor massaged her chest 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 pleader and my Quaker. I felt a strange new coolness now and waited.

She was at my table and feeling my breasts…my tit were hard and she smiled when I looked at her. She took my hand and pulled me up from the tabular array and the doctor and the counselor led me to a diminished room. Now I was scared but good scared. She had singled me out for a limited interrogation I thought. I was decent to be"good"scared for an examination I would never forget.

The Doctor put me on a board in the way and I laid back."You are a special one,"she said. I nodded."Why aren't you wearing scanty,"she asked. I shook my brain."That way I don't have to take them off for my test, do I ?"she said and I nodded again not knowing what would be next but hoping it would be especial. limited it was."I need to check you out,"said the medico. I nodded as her men were at my ramification and also on my breasts.

"Your nipples are operose,"she said, her hands 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 bridge player smoothing me and a gentle shaving…I lifted my dead body as there were hands all over me now…I lifted again."You're clean,"the counselor said to me…I only nodded, in expectation 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 woman and scrumptious young woman Scout…I felt a passion on my body…"Oh my God,"I said. There was a sass on me…licking my cunt…I know I shouldn't use that word…I was a Scout 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 doc was licking my cunt…I shook and shook again…I was lifting my bottom, her hands were lifting, her fingers spreading me…I cried out and grunted and cried again, squeezing my wooden leg 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 sassing, her hands playing with my mammilla. I felt a foreign high temperature 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 wait to be examined again .