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 Girl Guide Camp

   (fff-1st cons pett oral hs teen inc twins)

   By Aaron Webster

   Opening Statements

   This story is part of the Schoolgirl Scandals series archived at
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   Finally: This story is a fantasy.  All characters are fictitious and I
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read this story.

   The Story (2,233 words)

   Friday, 1st May 1998.

   It was the first camp I had been on without Krissy.  We were inseparable
in those days.  But it clashed with her family's holiday and I had really
wanted to go.  So I ended up going alone.

   I ended up in a three girl tent with Emily & Annabel Mason.  The twins
always stuck together and didn't seem to need anybody else.  But they had a
three person tent and I wasn't really close to anybody else except Krissy.

   I've got to admit I was a bit nervous, because I didn't really know the
twins.  Even on the bus going to camp I didn't really talk to them.  But I
didn't really talk to anybody else either.  The twins talked to each other.

   When we got to camp it was pouring with rain - a typical British summer!
One by one, we grabbed our stuff from the luggage compartment and made a
dash for our tents (which had mercifully been put up for us already). 
There we skulked until the leaders came round to tell us that most of the
evenings activities had been cancelled and what the arrangements for supper
were.

   By 9pm the rain had still not let up and we were all tucked up in our
sleeping bags.  Now I'm sure that most men don't need too much encouraging
to imagine what might happen with three adolescent girls bundled up
together in a small tent.  But the truth is that until that camp, when I
was just 13 years old, I had hardly even thought about sex and I was
painfully embarrassed about my body and the various bits that were growing
on it - So much so, in fact, that I think we all changed into our nighties
from inside our sleeping bags concealing as much from each other as
possible.

   But as we lay there wide awake and listening to the hammering rain we
started to talk and of course, we talked about sex.  But even then it
wasn't about other girls.  It was about boys.  Boys in our class.  Boys
that we knew.  Boys that we wanted to fuck.  And teachers of course.  We
fantasised about what it would feel like to have different pricks thrusting
inside us.  I don't know about the others but my body started to come alive
that night as we giggled and made exaggerated claims about our sexual
experiences.

   As I talked and listened, I began to gently stroke my soft breasts with
their hard buds, trying to conceal what I was doing from the twins.  At one
point a shiver of desire ran through me and Annabel asked me if there was
anything wrong.  I said that I was cold and Emily suggested that we zip two
of our sleeping bags together to make a double one that we could all fit
inside.

   To be honest, I really was a bit cold, so we all got out in our
nighties, opened out Emily & Annabel's sleeping bags (since they were both
of the same design) and zipped them together.  Then we got back in - Me in
the middle, with Emily & Annabel cuddled up on either side of me.

   We started to tell our stories again, but in more intimate closeness and
with more garish detail.  As we spoke I became aware of two hands snaking
their way my body.  towards my breasts.  It was a strange sensation - a
twin thing I guess - as Emily's hand reached and began gently stroking my
right tit as her sister's hand reached the other.  Under other
circumstances I might have freaked, but that night it just seemed right,. I
was getting so turned on by our stories that my nipples were aching for
attention that I hadn't been able to give them since we had climbed into
the sleeping bag together.

   We carried on talking as the two girls stroked and massaged my breasts.
When Annabel pulled the strap of my nightie off of my left shoulder, Emily
pulled the strap off of my right.  Then both began again on my bare
breasts, as I squirmed and sighed under their ministrations.  They seemed
captivated by my boobs and I wondered if it was because even at the age of
13 my breasts were already quite well developed, whereas the twins being
quite slim anyway had only a-cup boobs, even thought they were a few months
older than me.

   Finally the talking stopped and those gentle fingers glided down towards
my more intimate parts.  One hand from each sister lifted the hem of my
nightie and one hand from each sister slid into my panties.  As they did
so, their heads disappeared under the covers and each fastened her lips
onto one of my nipples.  I sighed and writhed with the unfamiliar pleasure
of two sets of lips suckling on my breasts, whilst gentle fingers stroked
my nether lips and the soft downy fuzz of my pubes.  No signal passed
between them but each parted my nether lips together and each sent slender
fingers darting into my depths.

   I started to buck and heave as something violent and uncontrollable took
a hold of me and I cried out loudly in sheer pleasure (mercifully covered
by the sound of the storm howling outside).

   As I lay still panting and shaking the two girls emerged from under the
covers giggling and laughing like hyenas.  Their laughter was infectious
and pretty soon I was giggling along with them, all of us rolling around in
hysterics like the silly adolescents we were.

   Then as we cuddled up together again, Emily suggested we try a three-way
kiss.

   All I can say is that its not as easy as it sounds.  We all wanted to do
it, but our lips kept sliding off each other's faces and as soon as anybody
poked a tongue out we just dissolved into giggles again.

   Then suddenly Annabel was nibbling my neck and I found myself locked in
a passionate kiss with Emily.  It was my first ever proper kiss and it was
truly mind-blowing.  How had this young girl learnt to be so good?  And
then it hit me that of course, she'd had a lot of practice!  I guess it was
another twin thing - I mean, why would you need to waste time on
boyfriends, when you are sharing a bedroom with somebody who is hitting
puberty at pretty much the same time as you and who knows all of your
frustrations and desires because she is experiencing them too?

   I continued to kiss Emily and my fingers found her small breasts, as
Annabel's lips found their way back to my larger breasts.  It seemed
strange to be touching another girl's breasts.  So familiar and yet so
different.  Emily was quite flat and yet large nipples jutted out of that
boyish top.  It seemed peculiar also to feel a strangers lips suckling at
my own breasts.

   Then quite suddenly Annabel's lips were gone from my breasts and I felt
a momentary sense of loss, that soon turned to one of anticipation as I
felt small hands tug at my panties and begin to pull them down my long
legs. As they reached my ankles, Annabel tugged them off my feet and they
were lost into the depths of the sleeping bag.

   I felt an exquisite vulnerability, then Annabel's fingers were sliding
up my inner thighs, gently parting my legs.  Her tongue gently insinuated
itself between my pussy lips and began to explore my depths.

   Meanwhile, Emily and I were still kissing feverishly and massaging each
others breasts.  I felt the desire begin to mount within in me again and I
began to let out soft moans of pleasure.  I writhed under the ministrations
of Annabel's tongue, trying to position myself so that the stimulation was
just right.  But frustratingly, ultimate pleasure always seemed to elude
me, to be just out of reach...

   Until suddenly it wasn't.  It was hitting me in wave after wave of
unfamiliar ecstasy and I was thrashing and crying out like a wild thing. 
Annabel kept her tongue locked in my pussy and Emily kept her mouth
fastened over mine.  Neither girl wanted me to miss any of what they had to
offer.  Both held on to me fast, until at last I was still.

   I wondered what would happen next.  Would they swap places?  Would it be
Emily's turn to lick me to another mind-blowing climax, whilst Annabel
kissed me passionately and crushed my breasts to her own?  I wanted more of
these new-found delights.  But then I realised how selfish I was being and
that to truly receive, I had to truly give.

   I kissed Emily softly and then nibbled at her ear as my finger flicked
her nipple.  She sighed softly and I moved down under the (now very warm!)
sleeping bag and began to suckle one nipple whilst I played with the other.
As I did so, Annabel sensed my movements and began to drop soft butterfly
kisses on my hot aching pussy.

   Cautiously I began to stroke Emily's thigh as I continued to chew on her
tit.  I lifted the hem of her nightie and noticed almost unconsciously that
she wasn't wearing anything beneath.  Then, like Annabel before me, I began
to kiss my way down to her waiting depths.  As I slid down towards my goal,
the coarse nylon scraped my tender nipples, making them tingle.

   I felt my way to Emily's downy quim and her legs parted for me Carefully
I moved closer (until her soft hairs were tickling my nose!).  I nuzzled
her and Emily wriggled in response.  Then I stuck my tongue out and slowly
licked all the way around her moist entrance.  I heard a muffled gasp and
emboldened I explored further with my tongue.  I cautiously pushed a finger
between Emily's labial lips and licked upwards until I found the hard
button of her clit.  All of this was familiar territory from my own body.
But how strange to be licking and fingering another.

   After a time, I became aware of Emily changing position in the sleeping
bag and I realised that she was searching for her sister's pussy, so that
she could complete the circle.

   When at last she was still I resumed by exploration of Emily's nether
regions.  And I could tell that she had found her sister's pussy, because
Annabel began to lick mine with renewed urgency.

   The pleasure of that daisy chain of mouths and pussies was exquisite. 
There was an innocence there.  Three 13 year olds satisfying the needs of
each other's virgin pussies with their mouths and soft lips - with no need
of the violence and intrusion of a hard unrelenting prick.

   I was unfamiliar with the art of licking a pussy, but I felt the things
that Annabel did to me and tried to mimic the ones that gave me greatest
pleasure on the pussy of her sister.  In fact I very often found that I
would use my tongue on Emily in a certain way and at a certain pace, only
to find that a few minutes later, Annabel was doing the same to me - a
cunnilingual mexican wave!

   Then too, I became aware that if I licked in a certain way, or fingered
in a certain way, or flicked Emily's clit in a certain way, I would be
rewarded with a moan or a gasp or a writhe of the hips.  When that happened
I would try to make it happen some more.

   The temperature was rising rapidly inside the sleeping bag as our body
heat rose, and I felt particularly for Annabel who had been down here the
longest.  But none of us seemed to want this to end.  In fact the sweat
that poured off of my face and made Emily's thighs so slick added a strange
kind of eroticism to the situation.  And the scrape of the nylon sleeping
bag against my naked breasts and thighs made every nerve ending acutely
aware of the illegal delights of the pleasures that we three young girls
were indulging in.

   I felt the pleasure mount within me again and realised that I was about
to experience yet another delicious orgasm.  I sensed also from her jerking
hips that Emily was experiencing the same thing and I strongly suspected
that Annabel was too.  I gasped out little choking cries that steadily grew
in volume and I heard my companions do the same until shuddering and
jerking and crying we all came together.

   This time, as we lay still, nobody broke into giggles, or trivialised
the passion that we had felt, but we lay there breathing heavily and
savouring the moment.  I wondered again what would happen next.  This was
all so marvellous and new and I didn't want it to end ever.  So gently I
nuzzled Emily and delicately I began to lick the sweat off of her hot
thigh. Then I began to lick carefully at her hot moist pussy.  Emily
shivered but did not resist.  And then I suppose she must have done the
same to her sister, for I soon felt Annabel softly kissing my nether
regions again.

   We made gentle love again for what seemed like hours, until on some
unspoken signal, we eventually fell asleep.

   Dramatis Personae
Stars:

   Helena Bold Annabel Mason Emily Mason
Mentioned:

   Krissy Voss

   (C) Aaron Webster April 2001
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