Karen had let go of him and stepped back, as though content to let him run things. When the three boys stood there, only Johnny had a complete hard-on, and Colin winked at Maryon as she came over to them. "Looks like you've got an unfair advantage, Johnny," he said. "You three birds better do something to us to, uh, get us started. For a kick-off, maybe another look at your jolly old quims'll do it. Your little jam-holes, your cunts, luvs," he added when they looked blank. "Don't you birds know what a quim is? Also called a fanny, back in England, not the same as your fanny, your backsides. Well, anyway, let's get on with it, eh? I reckon you two'll want your fellers to do their best and try and win, eh… so, hop to it. You're lucky, Sylvia… old Johnny's quivering at the post already. I'll just have this little luscious lollypop, young Maryon Alysun, work her wicked will with me."
Maryon stood before him, not quite sure what was expected of her, watching from the corner of her eye as Sylvia leaned her lush naked self against Johnny, throwing her arms about him and hugging him so that his cock stood up like a ramrod between their tolling, writhing bodies, and Karen, with lowered lashes, began to stroke Derek's slowly rising staff with one hand, the other gently smoothing his still pink buttocks, murmuring softly to him the while.
"Tell you how well do it, luv," whispered Colin, bending his head. "We'll have another of those beautiful kisses of yours, eh? Only this time well have you up here… like this!" And as he spoke he reached down to put a hand on each of her thighs, lifted them to ride the blouse up over her belly, gripped her waist and, with easy effort, picked her up and held her against him so that, as he let her slip a bit, her belly plumped against his. Holding her with one hand as she contentedly rested there, with the other he parted her thighs and fingered himself until his soft tanned meat was between them. And then he kissed her as he had before, only this time, with nothing between them, and his questing hand cupping and fondling her unstraining nakedly exposed ass, it was so much better, so much more exciting, so trembling wickedly cunt-clenchingly quim-twinklingly fine and feverish that she let herself sink into a sickish, faintish dream in which nothing existed except the feel of his stiffening long cock between her legs, and of his probing finger into her tiny tight asshole, and of his dominating tongue swelling into her open, eager mouth so that she could hardly breathe. Her own small hands wandered like soft, mindless animals over his chest and sides, and her legs instinctively tried to come together to trap him, and moved up and down to roll him between their hot, moist velvet insides. She wriggled, and writhed again, secretly wanting to have his cock inside her, though she wasn't sure what would happen then, and her whole sensitive groin sheerly ached for the void to be filled.
But Colin, it seemed, was much more intent on having his own pleasure satisfied than in worrying about hers, and after far too short of time he set her down, letting her weakly, blindly stagger off till she fell to the ground as he spread his legs, thrust out his belly, and pointed to his thick, long, pale-brown prick, which jerked spasmodically with its want.
Poor Maryon hardly cared as the other two girls, no less excited than she, no doubt, but far more used to keeping some semblance of cool, visually and physically compared the three proud upthrusts of manhood and declared Colin the winner.
Trying to hide her feelings, her inflamed mind seeing more than her eyes, she was but half aware of Sylvia 'Promising' that soon – not now! – she would go all the way with Johnny, but she'd calmed down a bit in time to be startled by Karen's Dare to Johnny that he dress up in some of Maryon's things and act like a girl for her!
Her little fist stuffed hard against her pubic mound beneath the concealing blouse, Maryon watched in amazement as the boy, grinning and acting the clown, stepped into her skirt, belted it clumsily about him, slipped her jacket with difficulty onto his broader shoulders, and put the hat on his head. He was a bit more bashful when Karen ordered him to slide the skimpy brown panties up his bony legs, but he nevertheless complied.
"Okay?" he asked, grinning, standing in front of Karen and swaying his hips in a mockery of feminine ways. But his expression changed to one of indignation when, at a nod from Karen, the lissome Sylvia hipped her way across to him and began to touch him up, running her slender hands up and down his legs under the skirt and fondling his butt, playing with his hard boy's nipple and, finally, thrusting her hand into the hidden panties and tormenting him until he didn't know which way to look. When Sylvia presently, amid giggles and laughter from the others, tugged the panties down about his knees, Maryon could see a darker wet spot among the folds.
"Just a taste of your own medicine, sweetheart," said Sylvia, kissing him with exaggerated passion, her hand still busy on him under the brown skirt. When she stepped away the cloth stood out from him, hanging, like a flag on a pole, and even Maryon could see that was funny.
Now she realized that it was her turn again, last of all, and wondered what new grown-up-like thing they would think of next. She hoped it would be something exciting, like a lot of the other things that she'd enjoyed. And, for once, her wish came true.
When Karen, flaunting her black-haired nudity, stood before her and asked her choice, she shrugged her young shoulders and said: "Truth!" It didn't seem to make much difference what one said in this peculiar but oh-so-pleasant game – it always managed to come out the same sort of way.
Karen winked at her. "All right, Maryon, since this is the last one we'll do, I suppose, I'll make it special, and something for all of us."
"Hey, don't forget she's still got that other Dare to do for me," called Sylvia, who was encouraging Johnny to stroke her bumptious little breasts while fumbling under his shirt with her fond fingers as they lay back against the ladder.
"Yeah, okay," said Karen, then put her hands on her hips and looked Maryon in the eye. "The question is, is it true that you've enjoyed yourself so far today; and is it true you'll let us all enjoy ourselves by doing what I say?"
Maryon nodded her head energetically, her golden braids swinging behind her. "Yes, Karen, this is fun. And I'll do anything to make you all happy!"
"Karen, can I do this one?" asked Colin from the shadows, and stepped forward. After a quick, bidden look at him, the nude white-skinned girl shrugged, setting her slim breasts to shaking like creamy Jell-O. Colin went over to the bale of hay and stretched himself back on it, feet and head dangling. "Righto, now come over here, Maryon, and we'll work something out for them all, eh?"
Obediently she got to her feet and squatted near his head to listen carefully as he gave her his instructions.
So it was that presently she found herself sitting on his firm flat gold-tanned stomach, facing his feet, with her thighs parted as wide as she could get them, straddling his with her knees. Behind her, she knew, Sylvia lay stretched out face down on top of her cousin, her soft ass up against her own, and with Colin's hand jammed, palm up, between them. The English boy's championship prick stood proud and hard as she nestled her cunt in its fork, and it was sandwiched against her thin belly by Karen's as the ponytailed girl stood facing her between Colin's parted thighs, with his knees up and his heels jammed back against the edge of the hay-bale. Strange hands were up under her blouse, teasing her little nipples, and her own face was buried against her friend's shallow breasts, her lips moving from one to the other. In each hand she held a smaller cock, one Derek's, the other Johnny's thinner shaft, and above her own she could feel Karen's warm and pulsing palms. The two boys, she knew, had one hand each on her budding breasts, and the other on Karen – she could tell each time the girl's asshole was fingered, or her flanks stroked, by the excited twists and thrusts of the hard black-matted pelvis separated from her own seeking quim only by the mashed magnificence of Colin's throbbing prick.