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

We school miss lived in the very rural section of the Southwest and while the metropolis girls had their clubs of Girl talent scout and Brownies to study about nature, well, since we lived in nature there wasn't much about it we didn't already make love and for this intellect our lady friend'gild were different.

While the city girls were beginning to mature, grow whisker and boob, starting talk about that disallow thing called"S E X"we country girls saw it and many experienced it already. It might have been walking a sea mile to schooling and two animals in the field of operation were going at it or at school, in the yard, during class, we would seem out and there were two heel enjoying themselves. It for sure broke the monotony of reading old dry stories or generation to look outside and see some animal's big shaft thrusting, rutting, into a bitch !

We country girls were more adult up sooner than our city counterparts but we still liked to and needed to get together sometimes in a chemical group and do things…talk about things…so we had clubs which were quite unlike the lookout or campfire miss.

We would get together on the weekends and take a hike way out in the bailiwick with our field day tiffin. Sometimes we'd bivouac by the river…pitch our tents…roll out our bags…cook under the stars…and talk about things…you know the Sami"S E X"things the urban center female child would vibrate over we in our Club were into the world of"S E X"right now.

What I'm about to tell you happened a few workweek before one of these jaunt when we camped by the river…exams were finished…school almost out…so we had no press on us. My outflank friend in those days was the prettiest, sexiest piffling woman in the guild. Her name was Phyllis. She was not only full of fun but also had a spirit of escapade and was about as uninhibited as one can imagine.

One time, 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 zephyr which didn't cool us down lots 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 picture show mavin pretty and I'm just ordinary. Why, you could be a star topology if you went to Hollywood."Phyllis got this huge and mischievous grinning 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 redact 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 ready 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 quiet then and our laughter cooled. I was admiring her now just openly straddled over the arm of the swing, admiring her openness, her pretty pussy and her downy hair but for another reason…she was turning me on. Her skin was silky and her cunt backtalk were turgid and damp. I stood, reached under my piddling summer wearing apparel 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 face and leaned down to wait in her eyes. She pulled my rima oris to hers for a foresightful kiss…then another and I was on the swing with my beautiful friend Phyllis. Feeling her mouth on me and now my helping hand was down her legs to her soft cunt. She was already wet and I leaned in for Sir Thomas 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 spontaneous and in nature and doing what comes naturally. She lifting her hip joint in round 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 filmdom doorway squeaking open, or the spiel of eye tooth feet padding toward us but I got the jolt of the frigid barker nose on me…my frock had lifted to my shank and I knew I was showing myself to"nature"and that"nature"was about to get its course.

As I was being nuzzled and lapped, Phyllis broke our kiss and looked down at the events unfolding at my waistline. I looked in her eyes and she had this big smile…she watched my hindquarters 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 know ? Guess."It didn't take much guessing but dead reckoning is not what I wanted to do just then. My face was crimson and hot along with my cunt and I was heroic for that peculiar release like only we girls can enjoy…I didn't have to look long.

"rise a petty,"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 matter flapping, poking my bottom, searching…searching…now…"OH GOD !"finding me ! I was so ready and hot and my brim were puffed and then there was a delightful insertion thrusting into my hot body. Phyllis held my arms in hers and began kissing me again as the thrusting long rooster seemed up me at my throat mingling with our lips. I sank into Phyllis'chest…her soft breasts and mine a heavenly cushion for my lustfulness and I held her tight and inside me built a heat and tingle…my whole body was blushing and my mouth exhaled a blow of breath…"Oh God, Phyllis,"I exclaimed as my mortal released in a waving of joy and delight and then it was tranquility again.

I looked at Duke and he was licking himself soft…his wonderful long cock just a retentivity. Phyllis was still holding me as my ventilation became convention."I didn't know,"it was my act to whisper. Then,"Can we bring him to encamp next time."Phyllis just smiled. I knew the reply.

daughter'Club…Chapter 2

school day had been out about a week when our Girls'clubhouse planned an overnight outing by the Creek not far from townsfolk. Phyllis and I got together and made our preparations : packing our bags, folding our collapsible shelter, packing some intellectual nourishment for cantonment, clothing and then we were ready."I'll come by your place tomorrow and pick you up,"Phyllis said as I ran off dwelling. I waved.

That night was very exciting as I thought about all the fun we fille would have…our first nighttime by the brook with a little campfire and the stories we had accumulated during the school year. I had bother sleeping but it was soon light-headed and I was out of bed, getting dressed. I heard Phyllis calling outside ; she had all our camping stuff ; said"serious so long"to parents and off we trotted.

Just out of pot of my house things got exciting."Well,"said Phyllis,"what do you have it off about that ? Here's Duke !"I felt my blood hurry to my cheeks when I saw Duke, his spit inning and outing. There he was, tied to a branch."I was hoping Duke would induce time to join 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 walk and then we were there in a funny glen with a lilliputian creek making creek noises. Duke ran ahead and started lapping the fresh urine, his rear wagging, his globe lopping from side to side."Do you require to sustain a eternal rest before we set up summer camp ?"Phyllis asked…I nodded…we spread a blanket out and used our bags as pillows and laid down next to each other.

shuttle vocalizing, the sounds of the creek, it was still good morning and cool and courteous. A undecomposed fourth dimension for a rest after our walk."Are you ready for the molding couch ?"Phyllis giggled. I giggled back. I knew what"ready"meant…no step-in !"It's so individual here,"I said,"so who would necessitate pantie ?"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 tenacious 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, thoughts !"It's your turn,"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 word, Phyllis lifted her clothes to her shank and patted her snatch ; Duke settling down between her legs. I got on my elbows for a considerably look and Duke scooted closer to Phyllis, finally reaching out his tongue for a long wet poke. Phyllis lifted her bottomland."That first-class honours degree spot is always great,"she said, putting her hands under her underside readying for another poke which soon came and she flinched again.

Just watching the scenery out there in the wild was making me flinch and feel pangs of green-eyed monster that Duke was anointing her cunt, not mine. I reached over to her eubstance and petted her hairs and Duke's clapper was licking my hand and everything in the orbit."cattle ranch my lips,"Phyllis said and I reached with my fingers, opening her :"That's it…perfect…Oh God ! That feels so commodity to ingest 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 clapper in Phyllis's mouth. She was being thoroughly tongued. Her tongue was chummy in her sassing and I could feel her breathing tense, her fingers holding my hair tight, still hearing Duke at oeuvre on her, my fingers spreading, her body lifting, she was sucking the air from my oral cavity and then things went very still…holding…then releasing…her script at her waistline with mine and Duke whining his little prurient whines…her breath was in my ear, her clapper 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 good sense as all senses had left us in those mo. I pulled her dress to cover her. Our session on the molding couch was finished, for the time being.

young lady scout coterie Physical :

By Sara in quislingism with Roger

On the first day of coterie we were brought into the medical checkup cabin. We had to get our camp forcible before we could start the rest of camp. We didn't know what to gestate as we hadn't been to a pack before. Up to that clip we had our meetings and encampment fires and our mothers were always around…kind of hovering…but now, we were at camp and with counselors and female parent were back at home…it was exciting to be on our own now at last without all the hovering.

Our uniforms were the sunglasses of green and John Brown and sashes over our shoulders…long stockings up to our hem bloodline. 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 last into the large room"The doctor will be here in a hour,"our scout original 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 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 small girl scout dress barely covering my privates. The air cooled me and aroused me and I felt an excitement in lying back, waiting for what I knew not. I was soon to line up out as the doc entered our room.

"wellspring, well,"I heard the doctor exclaim…"what a lovely group of untested fair sex,"the medico said."I'm sure the examination won't take long and you are all obviously in good shape."I waited and felt cool down and anticipated my turn for the examination. I had never been examined before.

She told us to take aim off our blouses and we all did ; then to loosen our skirts and we all did and then the examen began. I looked to my face and saw my protagonist as the MD passed her hands over their breasts and down their ramification, over their panty, 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 camp counselor was a pretty woman who wore a light chick and I could see her breasts as she would tilt over us…I saw her lean over the doctor…I watched…the doctor's hand disappeared under the counsellor's little 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 out.

She was near me now and examining one of my friends…her blouse was receptive and her breast were bare…the medico felt her knocker and smiled…my friend squirmed as the medico massaged her breasts and then told her she was"fine."I didn't know what"delicately"meant but I was beginning to sense"delicately"just watching her and the counselor and my supporter. I felt a strange new coolness now and waited.

She was at my table and feeling my breasts…my nipple were hard and she smiled when I looked at her. She took my mitt and pulled me up from the table and the Doctor and the counselor led me to a minor room. Now I was scared but good scared. She had singled me out for a especial examination I thought. I was right to be"good"scared for an exam I would never forget.

The doctor put me on a board in the elbow 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 forefront."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 next but hoping it would be peculiar. Special it was."I need to check you out,"said the medico. I nodded as her work force were at my stage and also on my breasts.

"Your nipples are hard,"she said, her hands 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 handwriting smoothing me and a gentle shaving…I lifted my body as there were manus all over me now…I lifted again."You're clean,"the advocate said to me…I only nodded, in prevision 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 luscious miss 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 talent scout and we didn't public lecture that way but it was MY hot, wet cunt…and there was no other watchword for it…I lifted…my wooden leg opened…my medico 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 legs on her face. The counsel 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 manus playing with my nipples. I felt a strange heat in my soundbox and crush my legs 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 .