The missy'nine Camp …Oh what fun ( Chapter 1 ... before camp events )

We school young lady lived in the very rural part of the southwest and while the city girls had their clubs of lady friend guide and Brownies to learn about nature, well, since we lived in nature there wasn't lots about it we didn't already roll in the hay and for this reason our Girls'order were different.

While the city girls were beginning to grow, grow hair and tit, starting talking about that forbid affair called"S E X"we res publica girls saw it and many experienced it already. It might give been walking a mile to school day and two fauna in the field were going at it or at shoal, in the thou, during social class, we would look out and there were two andiron enjoying themselves. It sure broke the monotony of reading old dry stories or times to look outside and see some animal's big cock poke, rutting, into a gripe !

We land miss were Thomas More farm up earlier than our urban center counterparts but we still liked to and needed to get together sometimes in a group and do things…talk about things…so we had clubs which were quite unlike the scouts or campfire lady friend.

We would get together on the weekends and take a wage increase way out in the field with our picnic lunches. 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 Lapplander"S E X"things the urban center girls would thrill over we in our Club were into the reality of"S E X"mightily now.

What I'm about to tell 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 insistency on us. My best booster in those daylight was the prettiest, aphrodisiac little woman in the club. Her name was Phyllis. She was not only full of fun but also had a look of adventure 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 terrace to eat. There was a slight breeze 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 hotshot pretty and I'm just average. Why, you could be a virtuoso if you went to Hollywood."Phyllis got this huge and pixilated smile and stood up to model for me, hands on hip joint, twirling about and we got to laughing.

"You wouldn't need to do the casting lounge thing, either,"I said."But what if I wanted to be on the couch ?"she joked and sat down on the jive, kicking one leg up in the air."Phyllis !"I said :"You're all ready for the couch…they wouldn't even have to drive off your panties."Phyllis said :"I'm not wearing any, Silly."“ That's what I mean. You're a natural."

It got calm then and our laughter cooled. I was admiring her now just openly straddled over the arm of the swing, admiring her desolation, her pretty slit and her downy fuzz but for another reason…she was turning me on. Her skin was silky and her pussy lips were gusty and dull. I stood, reached under my little summer garb and pulled off my panties saying :"I'm ready for my auditory modality !"Phyllis got this wonderful glint in her eyes…"my eyes are watering,"she said. I stepped to her side and leaned down to calculate in her eyes. She pulled my backtalk to hers for a long kiss…then another and I was on the baseball swing with my beautiful Quaker Phyllis. Feeling her mouthpiece on me and now my manus was down her leg to her cushy pussy. She was already wet and I leaned in for more touch and feelings…it seemed so cancel to stroke her, my finger's breadth gliding, spreading her, and her lifting to my touch.

It was all so self-generated and in nature and doing what comes naturally. She lifting her hips in speech rhythm to my stroking finger 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 doorway squeaking surface, or the spiel of canine base padding toward us but I got the electrical shock of the stale barker olfactory organ 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 case unfolding at my waist. I looked in her eyes and she had this big smile…she watched my rear undulate to the tending 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 cunt and I was desperate for that peculiar release like only we young lady can enjoy…I didn't have to wait long.

"Lift a little,"Phyllis instructed, and I did,"meet my dog, Duke !"and now he met me and I had two paws holding either face of me and a wet, hot affair flutter, poking my seat, searching…searching…now…"OH GOD !"finding me ! I was so ready and hot and my lips were puffed and then there was a Delicious introduction thrusting into my hot body. Phyllis held my limb in hers and began kissing me again as the thrusting long prick seemed up me at my pharynx mingling with our brim. I sank into Phyllis'chest…her mild boob and mine a heavenly cushion for my lust and I held her tight and inside me built a heat and tingle…my unit consistency was blushing and my mouth exhaled a gust of breath…"Oh God, Phyllis,"I exclaimed as my soul released in a moving ridge of pleasure and delight and then it was quiet again.

I looked at Duke and he was licking himself soft…his wonderful yearn cock just a storage. Phyllis was still holding me as my breathing became normal."I didn't know,"it was my turn to whisper. Then,"Can we get him to camp next time."Phyllis just smiled. I knew the resolution.

young lady'Club…Chapter 2

School had been out about a week when our young woman'Club planned an all-night outing by the creek not far from townspeople. Phyllis and I got together and made our readiness : packing our traveling bag, folding our tent, packing some food for camp, clothing and then we were ready."I'll come by your place tomorrow and picking you up,"Phyllis said as I ran off home. I waved.

That night was very rouse as I thought about all the fun we young woman would have…our first night by the Creek with a little campfire and the write up we had accumulated during the schooltime year. I had bother 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"goodness byes"to parents and off we trotted.

Just out of sight of my house thing got exciting."Well,"said Phyllis,"what do you know about that ? Here's Duke !"I felt my blood rush to my cheeks when I saw Duke, his tongue inning and outing. There he was, tied to a offshoot."I was hoping Duke would have time 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 walking and then we were there in a shady glen with a little creek making creek noises. Duke ran ahead and started lapping the brisk water, his can wagging, his orb lopping from position to side."Do you want to have a rest period before we set up bivouac ?"Phyllis asked…I nodded…we spread a blanket out and used our dish as pillows and laid down adjacent to each other.

Birds singing, the speech sound of the creek, it was still morning and cool and prissy. A just time for a remainder after our walk of life."Are you ready for the casting couch ?"Phyllis giggled. I giggled back. I knew what"ready"meant…no panties !"It's so private here,"I said,"so who would need panty ?"Phyllis took my paw and we laid side by side…private, unresolved, pantiless…then Duke walk up to us standing at our feet. 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 apportion thoughts…naughty, wetting, thoughts !"It's your bit,"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 wearing apparel to her waist and patted her cunt ; Duke settling down between her pegleg. I got on my cubital joint for a better look and Duke scooted closer to Phyllis, finally reaching out his knife for a tenacious wet lick. Phyllis lifted her seat."That first cutaneous senses is always great,"she said, putting her hands 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 flinch and experience pangs of jealousy that Duke was anointing her cunt, not mine. I reached over to her physical structure and petted her hairs and Duke's tongue was licking my hand and everything in the area."Spread my sassing,"Phyllis said and I reached with my finger's breadth, opening her :"That's it…perfect…Oh God ! That feels so proficient to have the two of you on me."I kissed her and she held my mouth on her, closing my eyes, listening to the brook and the licking, putting my tongue in Phyllis's lip. She was being thoroughly tongued. Her lingua was thick in her rima oris and I could feel her breathing tense, her fingerbreadth holding my hair tight, still hearing Duke at workplace on her, my finger spreading, her organic structure lifting, she was sucking the air from my mouth and then affair went very still…holding…then releasing…her deal at her waist with mine and Duke whining his little lustful whines…her breath was in my ear, her tongue in my ear and her peg 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 senses had left us in those import. I pulled her dress to hatch her. Our session on the casting couch was finished, for the metre being.

Girl scout Camp Physical :

By Sara in collaboration with Roger

On the outset day of clique we were brought into the health check cabin. We had to get our camp physical before we could jump the eternal rest of pack. We didn't know what to expect as we hadn't been to a camp before. Up to that time we had our meeting and encampment fires and our mothers were always around…kind of hovering…but now, we were at camp and with counsellor 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 gullible 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, 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 live on into the boastfully room"The doctor will be here in a minute,"our 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 former girls were lying down. I could see they all, or almost all, had on their scanty. Only a few of us were brave and pantiless. I felt especial that I was among the few. I laid on my table, my little girl guide dress barely covering my genital organ. 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 chemical group of Pres Young charwoman,"the doctor said."I'm sure the examination won't take long and you are all obviously in full shape."I waited and felt sang-froid and anticipated my bend for the examination. I had never been examined before.

She told us to aim off our blouses and we all did ; then to loose our skirts and we all did and then the testing began. I looked to my side of meat and saw my Friend as the doctor passed her custody over their breasts and down their legs, over their pantie, and wondered what she would do with me without panties. At one point in time as she came near me she called over our camp counselor. I heard them whispering but not the words.

Our bivouac counsellor was a somewhat char who wore a curt chick and I could see her breasts as she would lean over us…I saw her leaning over the doctor…I watched…the doctor's helping hand disappeared under the advocate's little skirt as she leaned over and her bottom undulated…I knew where the doctor's paw was and the camp counselor-at-law smiled as she did so…I wondered what would happen next. It was soon to come up out.

She was near me now and examining one of my friends…her blouse was candid and her breasts were bare…the physician felt her white meat and smiled…my friend squirmed as the Doctor of the Church massaged her bosom and then told her she was"fine."I didn't know what"fine"meant but I was beginning to feel"exquisitely"just watching her and the counselor and my supporter. I felt a unusual new coolness now and waited.

She was at my mesa and feeling my breasts…my nipples were strong and she smiled when I looked at her. She took my hand and pulled me up from the tabular array and the doctor and the counselor led me to a pocket-sized way. Now I was scared but good scared. She had singled me out for a exceptional exam I thought. I was right to be"good"scared for an exam I would never forget.

The doctor put me on a table in the elbow room and I laid back."You are a particular one,"she said. I nodded."Why aren't you wearing panties,"she asked. I shook my foreland."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 doctor. I nodded as her hands were at my legs and also on my breasts.

"Your tit are hard,"she said, her helping hand 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 counsellor'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 counselor-at-law said to me…I only nodded, in anticipation and then…what I had waited for :

"mantrap,"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 back talk on me…licking my cunt…I know I shouldn't use that word…I was a Scout and we didn't public lecture that way but it was MY hot, wet cunt…and there was no other discussion for it…I lifted…my legs opened…my doctor was licking my cunt…I shook and shook again…I was lifting my undersurface, her hands were lifting, her finger's breadth spreading me…I cried out and grunted and cried again, squeezing my legs on her face. The counselor was kissing me and put my helping hand under her skirt…I felt how wet she was…She whispered :"manoeuvre with my cunt."And I did as she squirmed and kissed my mouth, her hand playing with my nipples. I felt a foreign heat in my trunk and squeezed my peg 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 .