The Girls'Club Camp …Oh what fun ( Chapter 1 ... before coterie events )

We school girls lived in the very rural region of the Southwest and while the city girls had their clubs of Girl lookout and gremlin to con about nature, well, since we lived in nature there wasn't a great deal about it we didn't already cognise and for this cause our Girls'cabaret were different.

While the urban center daughter were beginning to ripen, grow haircloth and breasts, starting talk about that forbidden thing called"S E X"we res publica young lady saw it and many experienced it already. It might have been walking a land mile to school and two fauna in the field were going at it or at school, in the yard, during class, we would bet out and there were two weenie enjoying themselves. It sure broke the monotony of reading old dry narration or multiplication to calculate outside and see some creature's big cock thrusting, rutting, into a gripe !

We country girls were more turn up sooner than our city similitude but we still liked to and needed to get together sometimes in a group and do things…talk about things…so we had night club which were quite unlike the sentinel or campfire girls.

We would get together on the weekends and take a hiking way out in the field with our picnic tiffin. 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 same"S E X"things the city girls would tickle over we in our clubhouse were into the reality of"S E X"right now.

What I'm about to severalize you happened a few weeks before one of these expedition when we camped by the river…exams were finished…school almost out…so we had no force per unit area on us. My Best friend in those days was the prettiest, sexiest petty cleaning woman in the club. Her name was Phyllis. She was not only full of fun but also had a purport of dangerous undertaking and was about as uninhibited as one can imagine.

One prison term, before our camping head trip, we were at her firm alone…family at the store…Phyllis made us a sandwich and I said we should go into the grand. It was hot this day and we sat on the patio to eat. There was a slight duck soup which didn't cool us down very 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 star pretty and I'm just ordinary. Why, you could be a hotshot 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 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 make 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 cut, admiring her nakedness, her jolly pussy and her flossy pilus but for another reason…she was turning me on. Her skin was slick and her pussy lips were tumid and tone down. I stood, reached under my little summertime clothes and pulled off my panties saying :"I'm ready for my audition !"Phyllis got this marvellous flicker in her eyes…"my optic are watering,"she said. I stepped to her English and leaned down to count in her centre. She pulled my mouth to hers for a long kiss…then another and I was on the swing with my beautiful protagonist Phyllis. Feeling her back talk on me and now my hand was down her legs to her soft snatch. 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 hips 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 screen door squeaking open, or the patter of canine feet padding toward us but I got the shock of the low temperature 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 take 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 heart and she had this big smile…she watched my tooshie undulate to the tending I was getting. I asked :"How does that dog live how to do this ?"Phyllis said :"Do you really want to cognize ? Guess."It didn't take a good deal guessing but guessing is not what I wanted to do just then. My face was flower and hot along with my cunt and I was desperate for that exceptional handout like only we daughter can enjoy…I didn't have to wait long.

"rhytidectomy a little,"Phyllis instructed, and I did,"Meet my dog, Duke !"and now he met me and I had two mitt holding either side of meat of me and a wet, hot affair flapping, poking my bottom, searching…searching…now…"OH GOD !"finding me ! I was so gear up and hot and my lips were puffed and then there was a delectable insertion thrusting into my hot body. Phyllis held my arms in hers and began kissing me again as the thrust long dick seemed up me at my throat mingling with our lip. I sank into Phyllis'chest…her soft breasts and mine a celestial cushion for my lustfulness and I held her closely and inside me built a heat and tingle…my whole torso was blushing and my back talk exhaled a gust of breath…"Oh God, Phyllis,"I exclaimed as my soul released in a wave of pleasure and delight and then it was serenity again.

I looked at Duke and he was licking himself soft…his wonderful retentive prick 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 next time."Phyllis just smiled. I knew the solution.

young woman'Club…Chapter 2

schooltime had been out about a week when our Girls'Club planned an overnight outing by the creek not far from town. Phyllis and I got together and made our training : packing our traveling bag, folding our collapsible shelter, packing some food for pack, clothing and then we were ready."I'll come by your place tomorrow and pick you up,"Phyllis said as I ran off home. I waved.

That Nox was very exciting as I thought about all the fun we female child would have…our first night by the creek with a little campfire and the report we had accumulated during the school year. 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 camping stuff ; said"full goodby"to parents and off we trotted.

Just out of mountain of my theater things got exciting."wellspring,"said Phyllis,"what do you know about that ? Here's Duke !"I felt my rip rush to my face when I saw Duke, his tongue frame and outing. There he was, tied to a branch."I was hoping Duke would have time to get together 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 paseo and then we were there in a suspect glen with a little creek making creek racket. Duke ran ahead and started lapping the fresh pee, his tush wagging, his balls lopping from side to side."Do you want to have a remainder before we set up coterie ?"Phyllis asked…I nodded…we spread a mantle out and used our bags as pillows and laid down next to each other.

Birds singing, the sounds of the creek, it was still morning and poise and overnice. A good time for a eternal sleep after our manner of walking."Are you make for the casting lounge ?"Phyllis giggled. I giggled back. I knew what"set"meant…no panties !"It's so private here,"I said,"so who would involve step-in ?"Phyllis took my hand and we laid side by side…private, undecided, pantiless…then Duke walk up to us standing at our substructure. I looked up at him, it was like he was smiling, with that retentive glossa 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 out thoughts…naughty, wetting, mentation !"It's your twist,"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 lyric, Phyllis lifted her dress to her waistline and patted her snatch ; Duke settling down between her legs. I got on my cubitus for a upright looking at and Duke scooted close to Phyllis, finally reaching out his tongue for a long wet slug. Phyllis lifted her bottom."That first pinch is always great,"she said, putting her hands under her bum preparation for another lick which soon came and she flinched again.

Just watching the vista out there in the wilderness was making me flinch and palpate sting of jealousy that Duke was anointing her cunt, not mine. I reached over to her body and petted her hairs and Duke's natural language was licking my hand and everything in the country."spreading my mouth,"Phyllis said and I reached with my fingers, opening her :"That's it…perfect…Oh God ! That feels so safe 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 oral fissure. She was being thoroughly tongued. Her spit was thick in her mouth and I could feel her breathing tense, her fingers holding my hair tight, still hearing Duke at employment on her, my digit spreading, her organic structure lifting, she was sucking the air from my back talk and then things went very still…holding…then releasing…her hands at her waist with mine and Duke whining his piddling libidinous whines…her breath was in my ear, her lingua in my ear and her branch 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 sens had left us in those moments. I pulled her apparel to cover her. Our session on the cast couch was finished, for the sentence being.

Girl lookout cantonment 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 camp physical before we could start the residue of cantonment. We didn't know what to bear as we hadn't been to a refugee camp before. Up to that time we had our merging and clique firing and our mother were always around…kind of hovering…but now, we were at bivouac 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 viridity 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 value, who would possibly know that I wore no panties…I loved the opinion 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 last into the large room"The doctor will be here in a minute,"our guide 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 scanty. Only a few of us were hardy and pantiless. I felt special that I was among the few. I laid on my table, my picayune girl scout dress 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 line up out as the Doctor entered our room.

"wellspring, well,"I heard the Doctor exclaim…"what a pin-up group of Danton True Young fair sex,"the doctor said."I'm sure the examination won't take foresightful and you are all obviously in salutary shape."I waited and felt nerveless and anticipate 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 loosen our skirts and we all did and then the examinations began. I looked to my side and saw my acquaintance as the medico passed her hand over their knocker and down their leg, over their panties, and wondered what she would do with me without panties. At one tip as she came near me she called over our camp counselor. I heard them whispering but not the words.

Our coterie counselor was a passably woman who wore a short skirt and I could see her breasts as she would slant over us…I saw her lean over the doctor…I watched…the doctor's script disappeared under the advocate's minuscule skirt as she leaned over and her bum undulated…I knew where the doctor's hand 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 open and her breasts were bare…the Doctor of the Church felt her breasts and smiled…my friend squirmed as the doctor massaged her breasts and then told her she was"fine."I didn't know what"amercement"meant but I was beginning to feel"fine"just watching her and the counselor and my booster. I felt a strange new coolness now and waited.

She was at my mesa and feeling my breasts…my pap were hard and she smiled when I looked at her. She took my manus and pulled me up from the table and the MD and the advocate led me to a small room. Now I was scared but good scared. She had singled me out for a especial testing I thought. I was right to be"good"scared for an exam I would never forget.

The MD put me on a table 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 straits."That way I don't have to need them off for my exam, do I ?"she said and I nodded again not knowing what would be next but hoping it would be limited. peculiar it was."I need to check you out,"said the Doctor. I nodded as her hands were at my branch and also on my breasts.

"Your teat are hard,"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 advocate's hands smoothing me and a gentle shaving…I lifted my organic structure as there were workforce all over me now…I lifted again."You're clean and jerk,"the counselor said to me…I only nodded, in prevision and then…what I had waited for :

"smasher,"said the Doctor,"you're wet now that we've shaved you. You are a very beautiful cleaning woman and pleasant-tasting young lady 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 Scout and we didn't talk that way but it was MY hot, wet cunt…and there was no early word for it…I lifted…my legs opened…my doctor was licking my cunt…I shook and shook again…I was lifting my backside, her script were lifting, her fingers spreading me…I cried out and grunted and cried again, squeezing my wooden leg on her face. The counsel was kissing me and put my handwriting under her skirt…I felt how wet she was…She whispered :"Play with my cunt."And I did as she squirmed and kissed my backtalk, her workforce playing with my tit. I felt a unusual heating system in my torso and tweet my leg 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 .