"The same Dare I gave Karen, then," said Derek, staring boldly at her.
The older girl, doing nothing to cover or prevent the sweet jostling of her youthful breasts, jerked her head at Karen. "Come on," she said, "I suppose we must. You can guess what the forfeit might be!" And the two girls, their expressions slightly mutinous, went off into the shadows of the barn.
Privately Maryon thought that the forfeits were much better than the rest of the game. She'd enjoyed hers, though it worried her that no one had paid her any attention since she'd sat down. But that, too, was to be changed, apparently.
In a moment the other two girls returned. They'd taken off their pants but they still held them protectively in front of their stomachs as they walked barefooted across the straw to the center of the semicircle. There, after a sort of mutual facial gulp! they stood side by side, facing the rest, then sullenly flung Levi's and shorts onto the growing pile of clothes on the floor. Maryon was surprised and impressed by the amount of hair that grew between thighs… so much more, certainly, than she had. While the tanned-skin Sylvia sported a crop of tight-curled brown spring-coils, the ivory white Karen, otherwise smaller in every way, surpassed her in this respect, with a fine, flourishing nest of jet black that reverse-triangled up her flat, pale belly and trailed a shaggy, two-inch-long tapered ebony arrow below, completely hiding any sight of her twelve years' vintage Mount of Venus.
The ponytailed girl's long lashes were lowered over her strange, green-blue eyes, but her companion in nudity held her chin high and stared brazenly back at the glittering eyes of the three boys. "Satisfied?" she said.
"Oh, no fair," drawled Colin. "We have to make the, um, full comparison, you know. Maryon, get out there and stand between 'em, eh, and let's see what you've got there."
Her legs weak, though she knew she shouldn't think any more of their seeing her like this – but, somehow, it was a lot different when she could see them – the blonde-braided girl walked over and placed herself in the middle of the other two. Bravely she reached down to the bottom of her white silk blouse and pulled it up on her stomach. She wondered if they'd want her to pull it higher, or even take it off, so she'd be like Sylvia and Karen, but they seemed to be satisfied.
"C'mon, you two," said Colin, "let's be good judges and properly examine them. Must be fair, you know!"
Following the English boy's lead, they crouched down in front of their nude and nubile captives and stared intently at the joints of their thighs. Though the two older girls demurred, Colin made them stand with legs apart and fingered each in turn, tweaking at their hairs until they complained, slyly inserting his fingers under them and casting an eye upward to observe the unselfconscious hardening of their nipples and the self-conscious suffusion of blood in their faces as they suffered his indignities. Derek and Johnny were not slow to follow their leader's example, though they were both a little less free with their own two girls; Colin, after all, was going back to England, while they would have to bear with their girls… well, forever!
But they made up for it by their treatment of Maryon, who felt herself growing positively sore as they plucked and pulled at her short, scrubby golden tuft to get it to its longest length, not forgetting to scrape their nails, at first excitingly, on her pink and juicy pubescent pads.
"Well, I think Karen wins by a length," quipped Colin, twining her jet-black veil about his fingers. "Gosh, don't you ever trim that bush?" he asked her as he got to his feet. She didn't reply, seemingly still sullen, though her hard, pointed black nipples in their raised brown marbled areolas betrayed her body's eager participation in its fingerative ravishment.
"Who's next?" called Derek, rubbing his sweaty palms on his pants as the other boys returned to their seats, both, Maryon keenly noticed as she, too, somewhat regretfully pulled down her blouse and sat on her bale, taking care to sit cross-legged with their hands in their laps. Karen had begun to go over to her crumpled Levi's, but after a whispered word from Sylvia for her ear alone, she reluctantly sat beside the older girl, both of them drawing their heels up to their plumped-out butts and clasping their knees.
"Looks like me again, old sport," grinned Colin. "This time I'll settle for a Promise, I think."
"Um… let me think; oh, yeah… you gotta promise now to tell us whether you've ever been with a girl, you know… all the way."
"Jealous!?" said Colin. "Sure thing… more than one. And I mean… all the way, every which way!"
"Mmhh… okay. Johnny, whad'you want?"
"Truth!"
"Okay… is it true you've gone all the way with Sylvia?"
"Oh, you lousy bastard!" came the reply as the boy, put on the spot, went a deep red. He looked shiftily at Sylvia, but she refused to meet his eyes, her own face darkening. "Yes, of course!" he said defiantly, after a pause.
Johnny looked at the naked girl. "Sylvia, is that true?"
"No," she said, coolly, not looking up.
"Oh, sonofabitch," muttered Johnny.
"Looks like you'll have to pay a forfeit, chum," grinned Colin, running his hand through his helmet of golden hair.
"Oh, you shut up," said Johnny, furious, still crimson.
"Now, now, children," Karen surprisingly put in. "Don't let's have a stupid fight, huh!?"
"Yeah, cool it, Johnny, Colin. Well now, Johnny," said Derek, a cruel glint in his eye. "I reckon you ought t'be properly punished. So your forfeit is, to let Sylvia take your pants down and spank you."
"What!?" came the indignant protest. But a game's a game and rules are rules, Maryon, interested, observed, and watched curiously and keenly as the shamefaced Johnny, angrily muttering at Derek, let the kneeling Sylvia, her big breasts joggling, unbuckle his belt, unzip his fly, and tug at his tight jeans until they dropped stiffly about his thighs. "Help me, Karen," she said over her shoulder, and together the two girls, not bothering in any way to conceal their naked bodies from the hot, avid gazes of the others, pulled at the boy's pants until they were about his ankles. "Off altogether," decided Sylvia, and they roughly pushed Johnny till he sat on the ground, then jerked until he was as naked as they.
For he wore no underpants. Maryon saw that he didn't have as much hair on him as Michael, and his prick was thinner, too, although she couldn't properly tell because it was only just a little bit more hard than soft, the girl's handling and his exposure before his friends no doubt taking something from him. It looked limp and crestfallen, which exactly suited his mood. Without more ado, Sylvia had him kneel down on the straw and in a moment the only sound to be heard in the barn was the slap of palm on bare flesh. The pale white slabs of his ass began to redden, though the girl wasn't really hitting him so hard, and he kept his knees together, effectively pulling his dangling parts up to the crease of his stomach, and Maryon could see how he tightened his rear muscles to harden the smooth marble skin beneath the stinging hand. Karen, she noted, remained on her knees beside the pair and watched with a glitter in her eyes, though her face smiled. Sylvia's fine young breasts swung and swayed with her exertion, though her nipples stayed soft, and Colin and Derek seemed to be paying more attention to these attractive objects than to the punishment of their friend.
"That's enough, Syl," grumbled Johnny, after a minute or so, and, panting, her buoyant breasts swelling and shifting silkily against each other, his girlfriend sat back on her heels. Still hunched over, he started to crawl over to where his jeans were piled, but Karen expertly whipped them away, extending her lean, lithe young naked body flat on the floor to reach them before he did.
"Oh, no," she said. "What's fair for us is fair for you!"
Complaining under his breath, he went to sit by Sylvia, drawing his knees up.