The missy'social club pack …Oh what fun ( Chapter 1 ... before camp events )

We shoal girls lived in the very rural role of the Southwest and while the city young woman had their night club of lady friend Scouts and pixie to learn about nature, well, since we lived in nature there wasn't a good deal about it we didn't already have intercourse and for this reason our lady friend'clubhouse were different.

While the urban center girls were beginning to ripen, grow pilus and knocker, starting talk about that out thing called"S E X"we country girls saw it and many experienced it already. It might feature been walking a statute mile to school and two animal in the field were going at it or at school, in the yard, during class, we would see out and there were two dogs enjoying themselves. It trusted broke the monotony of reading old dry floor or multiplication to calculate outside and see some animal's big cock poke, rutting, into a bitch !

We country girls were to a greater extent grown up sooner 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 order which were quite unlike the scouts or campfire girls.

We would get together on the weekends and take a hike way out in the field with our piece of cake luncheon. Sometimes we'd clique by the river…pitch our tents…roll out our bags…cook under the stars…and talk about things…you know the Saame"S E X"things the urban center girl would tickle over we in our Club were into the reality of"S E X"right now.

What I'm about to severalize you happened a few workweek before one of these picnic when we camped by the river…exams were finished…school almost out…so we had no insistency on us. My best friend in those days was the prettiest, sexiest piddling woman in the baseball club. Her name was Phyllis. She was not only entire of fun but also had a emotional state of adventure and was about as uninhibited as one can imagine.

One time, before our camping head trip, we were at her theater alone…family at the store…Phyllis made us a sandwich and I said we should go into the thou. It was hot this day and we sat on the patio to eat. There was a slight child's play which didn't poise us down practically and I sat, ate, and looked at her, wishing I could someday be as fairly."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 ordinary bicycle. Why, you could be a hotshot if you went to Hollywood."Phyllis got this huge and puckish smile and stood up to model for me, hands on articulatio coxae, twirling about and we got to laughing.

"You wouldn't need to do the molding 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 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 subdued then and our laugh cooled. I was admiring her now just openly straddled over the arm of the cut, admiring her nudeness, her pretty pussy and her downy pilus but for another reason…she was turning me on. Her skin was satiny and her pussy lips were turgid and dampness. I stood, reached under my lilliputian summer apparel and pulled off my step-in saying :"I'm ready for my hearing !"Phyllis got this marvellous flicker in her eyes…"my eyes are watering,"she said. I stepped to her side and leaned down to await in her centre. She pulled my backtalk to hers for a foresightful kiss…then another and I was on the swing with my beautiful acquaintance Phyllis. Feeling her mouth on me and now my script was down her branch to her soft bitch. She was already wet and I leaned in for more touching and feelings…it seemed so lifelike 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 regular recurrence to my stroking fingers and she was whispering in my ear. Now tonguing my ear and I was so ask in just the two us I didn't even notice the screen door door squeaking open, or the patter of canine feet padding toward us but I got the shock of the stale doggy 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 need its course.

As I was being nuzzled and lapped, Phyllis broke our buss and looked down at the upshot unfolding at my waistline. I looked in her eyes and she had this big smile…she watched my bottom undulate to the attention I was getting. I asked :"How does that dog love how to do this ?"Phyllis said :"Do you really want to know ? Guess."It didn't take lots guessing but guessing is not what I wanted to do just then. My brass was flush and hot along with my cunt and I was heroic for that peculiar release like only we little girl can enjoy…I didn't have to hold back long.

"Lift a petty,"Phyllis instructed, and I did,"Meet my dog, Duke !"and now he met me and I had two manus 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 sass were puffed and then there was a yummy insertion thrusting into my hot dead body. Phyllis held my arms in hers and began kissing me again as the thrust long cock seemed up me at my throat mingling with our lips. I sank into Phyllis'chest…her soft boob and mine a heavenly cushion for my lust and I held her tight and inside me built a heat energy and tingle…my wholly organic structure was blushing and my mouth exhaled a gust of breath…"Oh God, Phyllis,"I exclaimed as my soul released in a wave of delight and delight and then it was quiet again.

I looked at Duke and he was licking himself soft…his wonderful long cock just a remembering. Phyllis was still holding me as my breathing became normal."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 answer.

Girls'Club…Chapter 2

schoolhouse had been out about a hebdomad when our young lady'social club planned an overnight outing by the creek not far from town. Phyllis and I got together and made our planning : packing our bags, folding our collapsible shelter, packing some intellectual nourishment for camp, habiliment and then we were set up."I'll come by your place tomorrow and pick you up,"Phyllis said as I ran off rest home. I waved.

That night was very energize as I thought about all the fun we girls would have…our first night by the creek with a little campfire and the level we had accumulated during the school year. I had trouble sleeping but it was soon twinkle and I was out of bed, getting dressed. I heard Phyllis calling outside ; she had all our bivouacking stuff and nonsense ; said"good byes"to parents and off we trotted.

Just out of sight of my house things got exciting."well,"said Phyllis,"what do you know about that ? Here's Duke !"I felt my ancestry rush to my face when I saw Duke, his tongue inning and outing. There he was, tied to a branch."I was hoping Duke would possess 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 shadowed glen with a little creek making creek noises. Duke ran ahead and started lapping the tonic water, his tail wagging, his ballock lopping from side to side."Do you want to have a rest before we set up camp ?"Phyllis asked…I nodded…we spread a blanket out and used our travelling bag as pillows and laid down next to each other.

dame singing, the sounds of the brook, it was still sunup and sang-froid and nice. A honorable prison term for a balance after our walking."Are you ready for the casting lounge ?"Phyllis giggled. I giggled back. I knew what"ready"meant…no panties !"It's so private here,"I said,"so who would need panties ?"Phyllis took my hand and we laid side of meat by side…private, spread, pantiless…then Duke walk up to us standing at our metrical foot. 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 divided thoughts…naughty, wetting, persuasion !"It's your spell,"I said. She smiled."I wonder which of us Duke prefers…he is a quicksilver 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 skillful tone and Duke scooted closer to Phyllis, finally reaching out his tongue for a recollective wet biff. Phyllis lifted her undersurface."That inaugural touch is always great,"she said, putting her paw under her bottom preparation for another lick which soon came and she flinched again.

Just watching the scene out there in the wilderness was making me wince and experience pangs of jealousy that Duke was anointing her snatch, not mine. I reached over to her torso and petted her hairs and Duke's spit was licking my hired hand and everything in the expanse."spread head my rim,"Phyllis said and I reached with my fingers, opening her :"That's it…perfect…Oh God ! That feels so practiced to make the two of you on me."I kissed her and she held my back talk 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 glossa was thick in her mouth and I could feel her breathing tense, her fingerbreadth holding my pilus tight, still hearing Duke at body of work on her, my fingerbreadth spreading, her body lifting, she was sucking the air from my mouth and then things went very still…holding…then releasing…her hands at her waist with mine and Duke whining his little lascivious whines…her hint was in my ear, her tongue in my ear and her leg 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 pot had left us in those mo. I pulled her dress to cut across her. Our session on the casting couch was finished, for the prison term being.

Girl pathfinder refugee camp Physical :

By Sara in collaborationism with Roger

On the offset day of camp we were brought into the aesculapian cabin. We had to get our tent physical before we could originate the eternal sleep of coterie. We didn't know what to bear as we hadn't been to a refugee camp before. Up to that metre we had our meeting and summer camp flame and our mother were always around…kind of hovering…but now, we were at cantonment and with counselors and mother were back at home…it was exciting to be on our own now at lowest without all the hovering.

Our uniforms were the shades of green and dark-brown and sashes over our shoulders…long stockings up to our hem phone line. 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 flavor 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 magnanimous room"The doctor will be here in a minute,"our scout captain told us but, as she told us :"In the meantime everyone lie down on the tables."We did so. I noticed all the former girlfriend were lying down. I could see they all, or almost all, had on their pantie. Only a few of us were endure and pantiless. I felt peculiar that I was among the few. I laid on my board, my little girl talent scout clothes barely covering my buck private. 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.

"fountainhead, well,"I heard the doctor exclaim…"what a lovely group of young cleaning lady,"the medico said."I'm sure the exam won't take long 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 take 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 booster as the Doctor of the Church passed her workforce over their breasts and down their ramification, over their panty, and wondered what she would do with me without pantie. At one period as she came near me she called over our camp down counselor. I heard them whispering but not the words.

Our camp counsellor was a pretty cleaning lady who wore a suddenly chick and I could see her breasts as she would lean over us…I saw her tilt over the doctor…I watched…the Dr.'s helping hand disappeared under the pleader's little skirt as she leaned over and her bottom undulated…I knew where the Dr.'s hand was and the camp counselor smiled as she did so…I wondered what would chance next. It was soon to come up out.

She was near me now and examining one of my friends…her blouse was open and her white meat were bare…the doc felt her breasts and smiled…my friend squirmed as the Doctor of the Church massaged her boob 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 counselor and my friends. I felt a strange new nervelessness now and waited.

She was at my table and feeling my breasts…my nipples were heavy and she smiled when I looked at her. She took my hired man and pulled me up from the board and the medico and the counsellor led me to a humble room. Now I was scared but beneficial scared. She had singled me out for a special scrutiny I thought. I was right to be"salutary"scared for an exam I would never forget.

The doctor put me on a mesa in the room and I laid back."You are a peculiar one,"she said. I nodded."Why aren't you wearing panties,"she asked. I shook my straits."That way I don't have to consume 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. Special it was."I need to check you out,"said the doc. I nodded as her manus were at my legs and also on my breasts.

"Your tit are hard,"she said, her manpower 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 hands smoothing me and a gentle shaving…I lifted my consistence as there were hands all over me now…I lifted again."You're clean,"the counsel said to me…I only nodded, in anticipation 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 cleaning 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 Scout and we didn't talking that way but it was MY hot, wet cunt…and there was no early word for it…I lifted…my wooden leg opened…my doctor was licking my cunt…I shook and shook again…I was lifting my bottom, her hired man were lifting, her fingers spreading me…I cried out and grunted and cried again, squeezing my legs on her boldness. 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 mouth, her hands playing with my mammilla. I felt a foreign heating in my body and nip my leg on the doctor's face…her knife 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 .