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

We schooltime girls lived in the very rural theatrical role of the Southwest and while the urban center girls had their clubs of Girl Scouts and Brownies to learn about nature, well, since we lived in nature there wasn't a great deal about it we didn't already have it off and for this grounds our Girls'Clubs were different.

While the city girls were beginning to mature, grow hair and chest, starting talk about that forbidden thing called"S E X"we country female child saw it and many experienced it already. It might have been walking a mile to school and two beast in the field were going at it or at school, in the yard, during course of study, we would bet out and there were two dogs enjoying themselves. It sure broke the monotony of reading old dry stories or multiplication to await outside and see some sensual's big shaft jab, rutting, into a bitch !

We country girls were to a greater extent full-grown up sooner than our metropolis opposite number but we still liked to and needed to get together sometimes in a group and do things…talk about things…so we had social club which were quite unlike the scouts or campfire miss.

We would get together on the weekends and necessitate a wage increase way out in the battlefield with our picnic luncheon. 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 city girls would vibrate over we in our Club were into the reality of"S E X"right now.

What I'm about to separate you happened a few workweek 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 acquaintance in those days was the prettiest, sexiest little charwoman in the clubhouse. Her name was Phyllis. She was not only full of fun but also had a feeling of adventure and was about as uninhibited as one can imagine.

One time, before our camping trip-up, we were at her household 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 rebuff breeze which didn't cool 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 film star pretty and I'm just ordinary. Why, you could be a star if you went to Hollywood."Phyllis got this huge and mischievous smile and stood up to mould for me, hands on 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 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 nakedness, her reasonably pussy and her downy hairs but for another reason…she was turning me on. Her tegument was sleek and her cunt lips were intumescent and dampish. I stood, reached under my little summertime attire and pulled off my panties saying :"I'm ready for my auditory sense !"Phyllis got this grand glint in her eyes…"my eyes are watering,"she said. I stepped to her side and leaned down to look in her eyes. She pulled my mouth to hers for a foresighted kiss…then another and I was on the swing with my beautiful admirer Phyllis. Feeling her mouth on me and now my hand was down her peg to her soft twat. She was already wet and I leaned in for Sir Thomas More touching and feelings…it seemed so natural to stroke her, my digit 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 pelvic arch in rhythm to my stroking fingers and she was whispering in my ear. Now tonguing my ear and I was so postulate in just the two us I didn't even notice the projection screen door squeaking outdoors, or the patter of canine tooth feet padding toward us but I got the shock of the cold barker olfactory organ on me…my frock had lifted to my waist and I knew I was showing myself to"nature"and that"nature"was about to contract its course.

As I was being nuzzled and lapped, Phyllis broke our kiss and looked down at the event unfolding at my waist. I looked in her centre and she had this big smile…she watched my bottom of the inning undulate to the aid I was getting. I asked :"How does that dog know how to do this ?"Phyllis said :"Do you really want to cognize ? Guess."It didn't take a great deal guessing but guessing is not what I wanted to do just then. My face was even out and hot along with my cunt and I was dire for that special release like only we girls 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 paws holding either side of me and a wet, hot thing fluttering, poking my bum, 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 introduction thrusting into my hot consistence. Phyllis held my weapons system in hers and began kissing me again as the thrust farseeing cock seemed up me at my throat mingling with our lips. I sank into Phyllis'chest…her voiced bosom and mine a heavenly cushion for my lust and I held her stringent 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 somebody released in a undulation of pleasure and joy and then it was quiet again.

I looked at Duke and he was licking himself soft…his howling long cock just a computer storage. Phyllis was still holding me as my respiration 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 result.

fille'Club…Chapter 2

school day had been out about a week when our female child'Club planned an overnight outing by the creek not far from town. Phyllis and I got together and made our preparations : packing our pocketbook, folding our tents, packing some intellectual nourishment for camp, wearable and then we were ready."I'll come by your place tomorrow and pick you up,"Phyllis said as I ran off plate. I waved.

That night was very exciting as I thought about all the fun we girls would have…our first night by the creek with a lilliputian campfire and the stories we had accumulated during the school yr. I had fuss sleeping but it was soon unhorse and I was out of bed, getting dressed. I heard Phyllis calling outside ; she had all our encampment stuff ; said"good so long"to parents and off we trotted.

Just out of mass of my business firm things got exciting."fountainhead,"said Phyllis,"what do you hump about that ? Here's Duke !"I felt my pedigree rush to my cheeks when I saw Duke, his natural language inning and outing. There he was, tied to a outgrowth."I was hoping Duke would have sentence to join us,"I said. Phyllis just nodded and laughed."He can be the life of the political 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 shady glen with a fiddling creek making Creek noises. Duke ran ahead and started lapping the fresh water, his keister wagging, his balls lopping from side to side."Do you require to have 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.

dame singing, the sounds of the Creek, it was still morning time and cool and gracious. A soundly time for a residue after our paseo."Are you ready for the casting sofa ?"Phyllis giggled. I giggled back. I knew what"make"meant…no panties !"It's so private here,"I said,"so who would need panties ?"Phyllis took my bridge player and we laid side by side…private, capable, pantiless…then Duke walk up to us standing at our metrical unit. I looked up at him, it was like he was smiling, with that long 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 thoughts…naughty, wetting, thoughts !"It's your turn,"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 waist and patted her cunt ; Duke settling down between her legs. I got on my articulatio cubiti for a better looking and Duke scooted closer to Phyllis, finally reaching out his natural language for a recollective wet lick. Phyllis lifted her bottom."That first cutaneous senses is always great,"she said, putting her hired man under her bottom readying for another lick which soon came and she flinched again.

Just watching the scene out there in the wilderness was making me shrink and finger pang of green-eyed monster 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 hand and everything in the region."Spread my lips,"Phyllis said and I reached with my finger's breadth, opening her :"That's it…perfect…Oh God ! That feels so dear to give the two of you on me."I kissed her and she held my sassing on her, closing my centre, listening to the creek and the whacking, putting my tongue in Phyllis's mouth. She was being thoroughly tongued. Her tongue was thick in her sass and I could feel her respiration tense, her finger's breadth holding my fuzz tight, still hearing Duke at study on her, my fingers spreading, her consistency lifting, she was sucking the air from my mouth and then things went very still…holding…then releasing…her custody at her waistline with mine and Duke whining his little lustful whines…her breathing spell 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 dope as all smoke had left us in those consequence. I pulled her apparel to cover her. Our session on the casting couch was finished, for the time being.

Girl Scout camp Physical :

By Sara in collaborationism with Roger

On the first day of camp we were brought into the medical checkup cabin. We had to get our camp strong-arm before we could begin the rest period of camp. We didn't know what to expect as we hadn't been to a pack before. Up to that clip we had our meetings and refugee camp fires and our mothers were always around…kind of hovering…but now, we were at encampment and with counsel 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 shades of green and Brown University and sashes over our shoulders…long stockings up to our hem seam. I have to say…please don't tell anyone…but I was bleak underneath…I mean, who would possibly cognise that I wore no panties…I loved the flavor 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 medico will be here in a minute,"our talent 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 pantie. Only a few of us were courageous and pantiless. I felt special that I was among the few. I laid on my table, my fiddling girl scout frock 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 get hold out as the doctor entered our room.

"well, well,"I heard the physician exclaim…"what a lovely mathematical group of new women,"the doctor said."I'm sure the examination won't take long and you are all obviously in good shape."I waited and felt cool and anticipated my routine for the examination. I had never been examined before.

She told us to ingest off our blouses and we all did ; then to loosen our wench and we all did and then the examinations began. I looked to my side and saw my friend as the doc passed her workforce over their breasts and down their legs, over their panties, and wondered what she would do with me without pantie. At one item as she came near me she called over our camp counselor. I heard them whispering but not the words.

Our camp counselor-at-law was a jolly woman who wore a curt skirt and I could see her breasts as she would list over us…I saw her lean over the doctor…I watched…the doc's hand disappeared under the counselor's short annulus as she leaned over and her rear undulated…I knew where the physician's hand was and the camp advocate smiled as she did so…I wondered what would occur next. It was soon to find out.

She was near me now and examining one of my friends…her blouse was open and her titty were bare…the medico felt her breasts and smiled…my ally 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 counsellor and my booster. I felt a strange new nervelessness now and waited.

She was at my table and feeling my breasts…my teat were knockout and she smiled when I looked at her. She took my deal and pulled me up from the board and the doctor and the counselor led me to a small room. Now I was scared but unspoilt scared. She had singled me out for a peculiar examination I thought. I was right to be"good"scared for an exam I would never forget.

The doctor put me on a tabular array in the room and I laid back."You are a extra one,"she said. I nodded."Why aren't you wearing panties,"she asked. I shook my head."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 special. Special it was."I need to check you out,"said the doc. I nodded as her bridge player were at my legs and also on my breasts.

"Your nipples are hard,"she said, her helping hand examining me…"Why do you suppose 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 counsellor's hands smoothing me and a aristocratical shaving…I lifted my body as there were hands 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 :

"Sweetheart,"said the doctor,"you're wet now that we've shaved you. You are a very beautiful adult female and scrumptious Girl Scout…I felt a warmheartedness on my body…"Oh my God,"I said. There was a backtalk on me…licking my cunt…I know I shouldn't use that word…I was a spotter and we didn't talk that way but it was MY hot, wet cunt…and there was no other intelligence for it…I lifted…my peg opened…my physician was licking my cunt…I shook and shook again…I was lifting my bottom, her hands were lifting, her fingerbreadth spreading me…I cried out and grunted and cried again, squeezing my legs on her face. The counsellor was kissing me and put my manus under her skirt…I felt how wet she was…She whispered :"swordplay with my cunt."And I did as she squirmed and kissed my rima oris, her script playing with my mammilla. I felt a unusual rut in my body and press 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 .