The girlfriend'Club summer camp …Oh what fun ( Chapter 1 ... before ingroup issue )

We school girlfriend lived in the very rural division of the Southwest and while the city girls had their clubs of lady friend Scouts and pixie to find out about nature, well, since we lived in nature there wasn't much about it we didn't already know and for this intellect our girl'Clubs were different.

While the city girls were beginning to ripen, rise hair and bosom, starting talk about that verboten thing called"S E X"we country fille saw it and many experienced it already. It might make been walking a knot to school day and two animate being in the landing field were going at it or at school, in the M, during grade, we would depend out and there were two dogs enjoying themselves. It sure enough broke the humdrum of reading old dry taradiddle or multiplication to look out of doors and see some animal's big rooster thrusting, rutting, into a gripe !

We country girls were more originate 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 scouts or campfire girls.

We would get together on the weekends and take a hike up way out in the line of business with our walkover tiffin. Sometimes we'd coterie 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"things the urban center girlfriend would thrill over we in our golf-club were into the reality of"S E X"right now.

What I'm about to tell apart 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 pressing on us. My salutary protagonist in those days was the prettiest, sexy little woman in the club. Her name was Phyllis. She was not only full moon of fun but also had a feel of adventure and was about as uninhibited as one can imagine.

One time, before our encampment trip, we were at her home 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 rebuff breeze which didn't cool us down much and I sat, ate, and looked at her, wishing I could someday be as moderately."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 flick star pretty and I'm just average. Why, you could be a lead if you went to Hollywood."Phyllis got this Brobdingnagian and mischievous smile and stood up to posture for me, hands on pelvic arch, twirling about and we got to laughing.

"You wouldn't need to do the casting frame affair, either,"I said."But what if I wanted to be on the sofa ?"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 read 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 pretty pussy and her downy pilus but for another reason…she was turning me on. Her peel was silky and her bitch lips were intumescent and damp. I stood, reached under my footling summer dress and pulled off my scanty saying :"I'm ready for my audition !"Phyllis got this tremendous glint in her eyes…"my eyes are watering,"she said. I stepped to her side and leaned down to reckon in her eyes. She pulled my rima oris to hers for a prospicient kiss…then another and I was on the swing with my beautiful friend Phyllis. Feeling her mouth on me and now my hand was down her legs to her gentle 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 ad-lib and in nature and doing what comes naturally. She lifting her rose hip 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 blind door squeaking unfold, or the line of gab of laniary feet padding toward us but I got the shock of the cold 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 admit its course.

As I was being nuzzled and lapped, Phyllis broke our osculation and looked down at the events unfolding at my waist. I looked in her eyes and she had this big smile…she watched my merchant ship 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 know ? Guess."It didn't take much guessing but guessing is not what I wanted to do just then. My face was level and hot along with my cunt and I was desperate for that special spill like only we girlfriend can enjoy…I didn't have to wait long.

"raising a little,"Phyllis instructed, and I did,"Meet my dog, Duke !"and now he met me and I had two hand holding either slope of me and a wet, hot thing flapping, 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 interpolation thrusting into my hot eubstance. Phyllis held my arm in hers and began kissing me again as the thrust long pecker seemed up me at my throat mingling with our lips. I sank into Phyllis'chest…her balmy bosom and mine a heavenly cushion for my lust and I held her compressed and inside me built a heat and tingle…my whole dead body was blushing and my mouth exhaled a blast of breath…"Oh God, Phyllis,"I exclaimed as my individual released in a wave of pleasure and delight and then it was hush 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 ventilation became normal."I didn't know,"it was my go to whisper. Then,"Can we get him to camp next time."Phyllis just smiled. I knew the answer.

female child'Club…Chapter 2

school day had been out about a week when our miss'golf club planned an overnight expedition by the brook not far from town. Phyllis and I got together and made our formulation : packing our pocketbook, folding our tent, packing some food for camp, vesture and then we were ready."I'll come by your topographic point tomorrow and pick you up,"Phyllis said as I ran off home. I waved.

That Nox was very shake up as I thought about all the fun we girls would have…our first night by the creek with a little campfire and the stories we had accumulated during the school year. I had difficulty 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"good byes"to parents and off we trotted.

Just out of mass of my house things got exciting."Well,"said Phyllis,"what do you know about that ? Here's Duke !"I felt my blood upsurge to my boldness when I saw Duke, his clapper inning and outing. There he was, tied to a leg."I was hoping Duke would have fourth dimension to link us,"I said. Phyllis just nodded and laughed."He can be the life 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 base on balls and then we were there in a fly-by-night glen with a little creek making brook noises. Duke ran ahead and started lapping the bracing water, his tail wagging, his balls lopping from side to side."Do you need to feature 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 next to each other.

shuttle tattle, the sounds of the creek, it was still daybreak and cool and nice. A good time for a residual after our walk."Are you ready for the cast couch ?"Phyllis giggled. I giggled back. I knew what"gear up"meant…no scanty !"It's so buck private here,"I said,"so who would need panties ?"Phyllis took my hand and we laid position by side…private, open, pantiless…then Duke walk up to us standing at our infantry. I looked up at him, it was like he was smiling, with that long 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 shared thoughts…naughty, wetting, intellection !"It's your crook,"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 shank and patted her cunt ; Duke settling down between her legs. I got on my elbows for a better face and Duke scooted closer to Phyllis, finally reaching out his knife for a long wet punch. Phyllis lifted her butt."That number 1 touch is always slap-up,"she said, putting her hands under her rump 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 sense twinge of jealousy that Duke was anointing her cunt, not mine. I reached over to her body and petted her hairs and Duke's lingua was licking my bridge player and everything in the area."Spread my backtalk,"Phyllis said and I reached with my fingers, opening her :"That's it…perfect…Oh God ! That feels so honorable to have 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 mouth. She was being thoroughly tongued. Her tongue was blockheaded in her mouth and I could feel her respiration tense, her finger's breadth holding my hair tight, still hearing Duke at work on her, my fingers spreading, her consistence lifting, she was sucking the air from my mouth and then things went very still…holding…then releasing…her deal at her waist with mine and Duke whining his little lustful whines…her breath was in my ear, her glossa 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 moments. I pulled her wearing apparel to deal her. Our session on the molding couch was finished, for the metre being.

Girl watch Camp Physical :

By Sara in collaborationism with Roger

On the initiative day of refugee camp we were brought into the checkup cabin. We had to get our bivouac physical before we could take off the remainder of camp. We didn't know what to expect as we hadn't been to a cantonment before. Up to that time we had our meetings and inner circle fervour and our mothers were always around…kind of hovering…but now, we were at camp and with counselors 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 John Brown and sashes over our shoulders…long stockings up to our hem channel. 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 intuitive 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 last into the boastfully room"The doctor 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 young woman were lying down. I could see they all, or almost all, had on their panties. Only a few of us were dauntless and pantiless. I felt especial that I was among the few. I laid on my table, my little girlfriend scout 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 find out as the doctor entered our room.

"Well, well,"I heard the doctor exclaim…"what a pin-up group of young women,"the doc said."I'm sure the exam won't take yearn and you are all obviously in good shape."I waited and felt cool and anticipated my turn for the examination. I had never been examined before.

She told us to accept off our blouses and we all did ; then to loosen our skirts and we all did and then the examination began. I looked to my side and saw my friends as the doctor passed her hands over their white meat and down their wooden leg, 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 coterie counselor. I heard them whispering but not the words.

Our camp counselor-at-law was a middling woman who wore a short annulus and I could see her chest as she would lean over us…I saw her lean over the doctor…I watched…the doctor's hand disappeared under the counselor's minuscule skirt as she leaned over and her bottom undulated…I knew where the Doctor of the Church's hand was and the bivouac counselor smiled as she did so…I wondered what would pass next. It was soon to detect out.

She was near me now and examining one of my friends…her blouse was afford and her knocker were bare…the doc 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"okay"meant but I was beginning to feel"amercement"just watching her and the counselor-at-law and my friends. I felt a strange new coldness now and waited.

She was at my table and feeling my breasts…my mammilla were concentrated and she smiled when I looked at her. She took my hired hand and pulled me up from the table and the doctor and the counselor led me to a diminished elbow room. Now I was scared but good scared. She had singled me out for a limited examination I thought. I was aright to be"beneficial"scared for an test I would never forget.

The medico put me on a board in the room and I laid back."You are a special one,"she said. I nodded."Why aren't you wearing panties,"she asked. I shook my foreland."That way I don't have to bring them off for my examination, do I ?"she said and I nodded again not knowing what would be next but hoping it would be limited. Special it was."I need to check you out,"said the doctor. I nodded as her hired hand were at my legs and also on my breasts.

"Your mamilla are hard,"she said, her hands examining me…"Why do you call back 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 advocate's hand…Then the razor was on me…on my privates…the counsellor's hired man smoothing me and a assuage shaving…I lifted my body as there were hands all over me now…I lifted again."You're clean,"the counsel said to me…I only nodded, in prediction 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 voluptuous missy 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 pathfinder and we didn't talk that way but it was MY hot, wet cunt…and there was no former word for it…I lifted…my pegleg opened…my doctor was licking my cunt…I shook and shook again…I was lifting my rump, her manpower were lifting, her fingers spreading me…I cried out and grunted and cried again, squeezing my legs on her face. The counselor-at-law was kissing me and put my mitt under her skirt…I felt how wet she was…She whispered :"Play with my cunt."And I did as she squirmed and kissed my sass, her work force playing with my nipples. I felt a strange heat in my consistency and squeezed my branch on the doctor's face…her clapper sent me wild…I was shaking all over. Then it was over and I went back with the early scouts.

I had been examined and couldn't wait to be examined again .