The little girl'clubhouse Camp …Oh what fun ( Chapter 1 ... before camp issue )

We shoal little girl lived in the very rural portion of the southwest and while the urban center female child had their clubs of miss Scouts and Brownies to learn about nature, well, since we lived in nature there wasn't much about it we didn't already sleep with and for this grounds our Girls'Clubs were different.

While the city female child were beginning to ripen, grow hair and breasts, starting talk about that forbidden matter called"S E X"we body politic girl saw it and many experienced it already. It might own been walking a mi to schoolhouse and two animal in the playing field were going at it or at schoolhouse, in the yard, during course of study, we would calculate out and there were two pawl enjoying themselves. It sure broke the monotony of reading old dry stories or multiplication to look outside and see some animal's big putz jab, rutting, into a cunt !

We body politic lady friend were more grown up earlier 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 baseball club which were quite unlike the talent scout or campfire girlfriend.

We would get together on the weekends and take a boost way out in the battlefield with our picnic luncheon. Sometimes we'd camp by the river…pitch our tents…roll out our bags…cook under the stars…and talking about things…you know the same"S E X"things the urban center girls would titillate over we in our clubhouse were into the reality of"S E X"ripe now.

What I'm about to recount you happened a few week before one of these picnic when we camped by the river…exams were finished…school almost out…so we had no pressure on us. My practiced supporter in those days was the prettiest, aphrodisiacal trivial charwoman in the lodge. 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 prison term, 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 chiliad. It was hot this day and we sat on the patio to eat. There was a slight breeze which didn't cool us down a good deal 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 lead pretty and I'm just ordinary. Why, you could be a star if you went to Hollywood."Phyllis got this Brobdingnagian and wicked smile and stood up to mock up for me, hands on rosehip, 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 set 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 quieten then and our laughter cooled. I was admiring her now just openly straddled over the arm of the swing, admiring her nudity, her jolly cunt and her downy hairsbreadth but for another reason…she was turning me on. Her skin was silklike and her puss lips were puffy and break. I stood, reached under my small summer dress and pulled off my step-in saying :"I'm ready for my audition !"Phyllis got this wonderful glint in her eyes…"my eyes are watering,"she said. I stepped to her slope and leaned down to expect in her eyes. She pulled my mouth to hers for a long kiss…then another and I was on the swing with my beautiful acquaintance Phyllis. Feeling her backtalk on me and now my mitt was down her leg to her soft cunt. She was already wet and I leaned in for to a greater extent touching and feelings…it seemed so born to stroke her, my finger's breadth 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 hips in rhythm to my stroking fingerbreadth 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 threshold squeaking undecided, or the patter of canine tooth 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 adopt 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 bottom 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 guessing is not what I wanted to do just then. My face was flush and hot along with my pussy and I was desperate for that exceptional press release like only we lady friend can enjoy…I didn't have to await long.

"ski lift a piddling,"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 hindquarters, searching…searching…now…"OH GOD !"finding me ! I was so ready and hot and my lips were puffed and then there was a delicious insertion thrusting into my hot organic structure. Phyllis held my weapons system in hers and began kissing me again as the poking recollective shaft seemed up me at my throat mingling with our sass. I sank into Phyllis'chest…her delicate breasts and mine a heavenly cushion for my luxuria and I held her tight and inside me built a passion and tingle…my whole body was blushing and my mouth exhaled a gust of breath…"Oh God, Phyllis,"I exclaimed as my soul released in a waving of pleasance and delight and then it was quiet again.

I looked at Duke and he was licking himself soft…his wonderful long cock just a store. Phyllis was still holding me as my respiration became normal."I didn't know,"it was my turn to whisper. Then,"Can we bring him to camp succeeding time."Phyllis just smiled. I knew the answer.

missy'Club…Chapter 2

School 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 preparations : packing our bags, folding our tents, packing some food for coterie, wear and then we were cook."I'll come by your place tomorrow and pick you up,"Phyllis said as I ran off home. I waved.

That night was very energize as I thought about all the fun we missy would have…our first nighttime by the creek with a little campfire and the stories we had accumulated during the school year. I had worry sleeping but it was soon light and I was out of bed, getting dressed. I heard Phyllis calling outside ; she had all our tenting material ; said"good byes"to parents and off we trotted.

Just out of visual modality of my mansion matter got exciting."Well,"said Phyllis,"what do you have it away about that ? Here's Duke !"I felt my blood upsurge to my cheeks when I saw Duke, his knife inning and outing. There he was, tied to a branch."I was hoping Duke would have clip to fall in us,"I said. Phyllis just nodded and laughed."He can be the living 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 hr's walk and then we were there in a fly-by-night glen with a little creek making creek noise. Duke ran ahead and started lapping the fresh water, his tail wagging, his balls lopping from side to side."Do you want to have a eternal sleep before we set up camp ?"Phyllis asked…I nodded…we spread a blanket out and used our pocketbook as pillows and laid down next to each other.

Birds vocalizing, the sounds of the creek, it was still morning and sang-froid and dainty. A good time for a rest after our walk of life."Are you make for the casting couch ?"Phyllis giggled. I giggled back. I knew what"ready"meant…no step-in !"It's so individual here,"I said,"so who would need panty ?"Phyllis took my manus 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 yearn knife hanging to one slope 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 portion out 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 words, Phyllis lifted her dress to her waist and patted her slit ; Duke settling down between her ramification. I got on my elbows for a better look and Duke scooted nigher to Phyllis, finally reaching out his glossa for a long wet lick. Phyllis lifted her keister."That first ghost is always bully,"she said, putting her hands under her hind end readying for another slug which soon came and she flinched again.

Just watching the view out there in the wilderness was making me flinch and feel pangs of jealousy that Duke was anointing her cunt, not mine. I reached over to her eubstance and petted her whisker and Duke's knife was licking my hand and everything in the region."feast my lips,"Phyllis said and I reached with my fingerbreadth, opening her :"That's it…perfect…Oh God ! That feels so dear to have the two of you on me."I kissed her and she held my lip on her, closing my centre, listening to the brook and the licking, putting my tongue in Phyllis's oral cavity. She was being thoroughly tongued. Her clapper was thick in her mouth and I could feel her breathing tense, her fingerbreadth holding my tomentum tight, still hearing Duke at work on her, my finger spreading, her dead body lifting, she was sucking the air from my mouth and then things went very still…holding…then releasing…her workforce at her waist with mine and Duke whining his little salacious 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 sensation as all senses had left us in those moments. I pulled her apparel to cover her. Our seance on the cast sofa was finished, for the time being.

Girl lookout man cantonment Physical :

By Sara in collaboration with Roger

On the starting time day of summer camp we were brought into the medical cabin. We had to get our camp forcible before we could get down the rest of camp. We didn't know what to expect as we hadn't been to a bivouac before. Up to that time we had our meetings and camp fervour and our female parent were always around…kind of hovering…but now, we were at refugee camp and with counselor 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 spook of viridity and embrown and sashes over our shoulders…long stockings up to our hem production line. I have to say…please don't tell anyone…but I was mere 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 hold up into the heavy room"The MD will be here in a hour,"our sentinel sea captain told us but, as she told us :"In the interim everyone lie down on the tables."We did so. I noticed all the former girls were lying down. I could see they all, or almost all, had on their step-in. Only a few of us were brave and pantiless. I felt special that I was among the few. I laid on my table, my little girl scout dress barely covering my genitalia. 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 lovely grouping of Lester Willis Young char,"the MD said."I'm sure the interrogatory won't take long and you are all obviously in good shape."I waited and felt cool and forebode my play for the exam. I had never been examined before.

She told us to hold off our blouses and we all did ; then to tease our skirts and we all did and then the examination began. I looked to my side and saw my friends as the MD passed her hands over their titty and down their legs, over their panties, and wondered what she would do with me without panty. At one point as she came near me she called over our camp advocate. I heard them whispering but not the words.

Our cantonment pleader was a pretty char who wore a unforesightful skirt and I could see her breasts as she would lean over us…I saw her lean over the doctor…I watched…the physician's hired hand disappeared under the counselor's little skirt as she leaned over and her bottom undulated…I knew where the doctor's paw 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 tit were bare…the doctor felt her bosom and smiled…my booster squirmed as the Doctor of the Church massaged her tit 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 friend. I felt a unusual new imperturbability now and waited.

She was at my table and feeling my breasts…my nipples were hard and she smiled when I looked at her. She took my hand and pulled me up from the mesa and the Dr. and the counselor led me to a minuscule room. Now I was scared but good scared. She had singled me out for a special examination I thought. I was mightily to be"good"scared for an test I would never forget.

The doctor put me on a table in the room and I laid back."You are a especial one,"she said. I nodded."Why aren't you wearing pantie,"she asked. I shook my headspring."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 future but hoping it would be special. Special it was."I need to agree you out,"said the doctor. I nodded as her hands were at my legs and also on my breasts.

"Your nipples are hard,"she said, her manpower examining me…"Why do you call up 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 counselor's custody smoothing me and a aristocratic shaving…I lifted my body as there were workforce all over me now…I lifted again."You're clean,"the counselor said to me…I only nodded, in expectation 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 charwoman and luscious Girl Scout…I felt a warmness on my body…"Oh my God,"I said. There was a mouthpiece 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 other watchword for it…I lifted…my legs opened…my doctor was licking my cunt…I shook and shook again…I was lifting my keister, her handwriting were lifting, her fingers spreading me…I cried out and grunted and cried again, squeezing my peg on her face. The counselor was kissing me and put my paw 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 teat. I felt a strange heating in my eubstance and squeezed my peg 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 former scouts.

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