Girls' Agenda

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for the purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be attempted in real life, as that would be harmful and/or illegal. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.

Fourteen-year-old Alan is dumped with relatives for two weeks. There are no boys around. He recounts how his girl cousin took him to a secret club of her curious, adventurous girlfriends.

Chapter 1 The Barn
It's Alan. In my 15th summer my folks dropped me for 2 weeks with Aunt & Uncle Nilson. Then they took off for a cruise to Bermuda which my mom had won in a writing contest. The Nilson house was in a new suburban development with a few lingering agricultural areas. Aunt & Uncle had a color TV, which was a new thing at the time. The only stores were a gas station and a grocery. Pretty boring area. Aunt Donna had me sleep in the basement rec room. The bright spot in all this was cousin Lela, one year older than I, amazingly cute and smart. I had seen her at family gatherings and tried, mostly unsuccessfully, to spend time with her.

On day 2 of my stay Lela told her mom she should probably take me out for a tour of the neighborhood. Auntie tended to suspect mischief and tried to keep Lela close. She was dubious about the outing but couldn't counter Lela's argument that I should learn where kids hang out and not be stuck in the house all the time. So in the late morning Lela and I started out, with sandwiches and water in a backpack. We followed the road for a while then cousin Lela led me off-road through an abandoned farm. She said some girlfriends had a club and met in the old barn. I asked where were the boys. Lela said that for some reason it seemed to be almost all girls in the neighborhood. Inside the barn were dusty milking stalls and jumbled, disused field machines, an old tractor.

There were voices up in the hayloft. Girls' voices. Lela had me climb the built-in ladder. I poked my head into the hayloft. Everything immediately went silent. There was a nice space in the loft with old carpets and tarps thrown over hay bales to make a circular seating arrangement. Sun came in through cracks in the wall. While still at floor level I saw a cluster of shapely, nicely-tanned girls' legs. "This is a pretty nice scene!" I thought. Above the legs feminine eyes were riveted on me. "Keep going," Lela said, and pinched me in the butt. I got to my feet and stood up. When Lela's head appeared the girls suddenly got rowdy and cheered her: "Way to go!" "A nice specimen!" "I hope he likes to play!" "Where'd you find him?" "Good one Lela!"

"This is my cousin, Alan. He'll be here for a couple weeks!" Lela announced. I got introduced to the girls, too many to remember all the names. They devoured me with their eyes. I looked them over: my age and a little older, well-groomed, pretty, not one clunker among them. One of them, Alice, seemed like a natural leader. Petite, with straight hair, great posture, lovely legs and obvious chest development. She led some small talk, about where I come from, my family and school, etc. They were interested in whether I had a girlfriend and what we did together. I told them about Marilyn who sometimes pedaled up our big hill to visit me.

The knowing looks continued. Alice asked if I was shy. "Oh, maybe a little," I said, "though it might be mostly from being respectful."

"And lack of experience," one girl said. I agreed that could be true. At home I hung with guys, but certainly had developed a strong interest in girls.

This questioning started getting uncomfortable for me. Right then another boy appeared on the ladder. A beautiful, smiling, confident-looking redhead followed him. More cheers from the girls. The new guy, Gary, was maybe a tad younger than I, nice-looking with curly brown hair. He was introduced and also questioned. Like me he was visiting relatives. It seemed the girls had made definite plans to try to bring some boys to their clubhouse. The girls seemed to be in control of what went on in their club.

We sat and chatted. What we liked, who had a sweetheart, who would go to college, whose parents were strict, whose were easy-going. It was a pleasure for me to make eye contact with each girl, to hear her voice, to get a sense of the kind of person each was.

Alice stood, as if taking the floor. She looked at us two boys, and seemed to be speaking for all the girls. It went something like this:

Alan and Gary–it's awfully nice to have you here. You're the first boys ever invited to our clubhouse. Seems there aren't boys our age around here. We get sick of just each other, right girls? [solid agreement] Last week, for example. We got so desperate for a little fun we decided to play a little strip game. But just down to our waists, so we all got barefoot and bare chested. Too bad you guys weren't here to cheer us on. Or maybe you guys aren't interested in such things.

"I'm sorry I missed it! Sounds pretty nice!" I said. I looked at cousin Lela to see if she was offended. Evidently not, because she was beaming.

The redhead asked her guest "Gary, how about you? Do you have any interest in girls' bodies?" He looked at her, like a deer in the headlights. She said to him, "remember yesterday in the treehouse?" And he shyly said, "I guess."

I asked Alice "So how do you play this game?" A few comments from the girls: "He's a curious fellow!" "Lela did good!" "He likes to play games!" Alice went on:

We have this stack of cards, numbered and shuffled. Each of us drew a card off the top. The girl with the lowest number had to take something off, like a shoe or whatever. This got repeated. When we ran out of cards we shuffled and started again. After a while there was quite a bit of bare skin. Can you imagine it? [I could, happily] The rule was we would keep our bottoms on, so we played until all of us were topless and of course barefooted. Here's a question for you boys: Would you like to play with us in a game like that?

I looked around at the girls. What a pretty bunch. They seemed to be nervously anticipating our reply. The way the game was described it seemed that the girls would end up topless, and we boys would certainly be OK topless. I said "Sounds great to me! But maybe a little unfair to you girls." They all looked at Gary. He shrugged his shoulders and said "I suppose."

Alice asked the girls, "Any objections?"

I caught some of the responses: "Sounds scary but OK." "I'm ready for it!" "I want the boys to play too." "I want to see the boys." "Do we have to stop at shorts?" This last comment seemed a bit wild.

The girls decided we'd meet again in the barn in a few days. If we stayed too long today some parents might get too curious. The girls didn't want anyone checking up on them.

On the way back to the house Lela said, "I thought it might be a little weird for you surrounded by all these girls. But you seemed OK with it." I told her they were a nice bunch, each pretty in her own way, and that she Lela was maybe the prettiest of all. "Well, aren't you a smooth talker!" she said. As we walked along she took my hand and dragged my arm across her front so it rested between her two sweet mounds.

"You're pretty smooth yourself." I said, "But when we get home let's not give your parents anything to worry about."

"Agreed. Totally disinterested," she said, "We don't even like each other." We leaned snugly into each other as we walked, except when a car came along. Lela said she hadn't been topless in front of a boy since she was little, and maybe she could practice a little with me if there were a way to evade her parents. I said I'd be more than happy to help her practice!

At dinner that night, while feigning boredom with each other and talking about my parents' Bermuda cruise, I felt Lela's sweet soft knee press against me under the table. I ran fingers over her beautiful skin. She gave no sign, looked away and yawned, but moved her leg even closer to me. I saw that she tended to get her way with her mom by being wily, not confrontational. She and I fell easily into this act of pretending we had no use for each other. We spent little time together at the house, though I often thought about her, her lovely body, and the possibilities of a little exploration.

A couple nights later the phone rang. Uncle's ailing mother called to ask if she could get help with some insurance forms. Aunt and Uncle decided to drive over to her apartment. They thought they wouldn't be gone long, maybe three quarters of an hour. I asked if I could help with anything. They thought not but appreciated the offer. Aunt Donna asked Lela to clean up the kitchen.

When the taillights disappeared Lela and I immediately tackled the cleanup. Then we raced to her room. We had maybe 20 minutes. Lela said this was a little scary for her. I reminded her that this was just practice, and said I'd take off my shirt if it made it easier for her. "That might be helpful," she said, so I did. She looked over my bare torso, then smiling coyly down toward my belt buckle and maybe a little lower. After a moment she walked up to me, turned her back, and raised her arms. "Pull it off" she said. I pulled her shirt off and tossed it on the bed. I told her I admired the way her skin glowed under the white bra straps.

She turned to face me. We were then exactly the same height. We looked each other in the eyes.
A sort of happy trust flowed between us. I regarded the bra enfolding her treasures. "You look great! Can I unhook that thing for you?" She shook her head, unhooked it in front, pulled it off her shoulders and let it drop. Her happy, adventurous expression was so beautiful. I asked if she were scared. "Not too bad," she said and gave my chest a nice touch. So I gave one of her breasts a delicious, lingering feel, and explored the nipple which grew hard. She groaned in pleasure, but said that was enough practice for tonight. I told her that I'd enjoy the memory of it for a long time.

Lela then asked "How would you like to drop your drawers for me right now?" I of course had a raging boner. I said that I had a little problem there, but would do it if she would drop hers. She considered, but finally said it was probably time for her to get dressed, and for me to go back down to the rec room. "Read something boring" she suggested cutely, "that might help with your little problem." I left, and in a little while heard Aunt and Uncle coming in.

Chapter 2 The Game
Mornings I spent with Auntie, helped weed flower beds, sweep out the garage and do other chores. I learned from her some interesting family history. One day at lunch Lela arrived looking like she had to perform a boring chore, and said "Well Alan. I better show you where the ball field is. There might be a pickup game or some kind of action for you there. But remember the boys are probably younger than you." So we made our escape, me carrying my fielder's mitt. My heart started thumping when we got close to the barn.

As I stepped into the hayloft there were reactions: "Hey, the game boy!" "Show time girls!" "The man of the hour!" "Good work Lela!" I again seemed the center of attention. I looked around. The girls wore jeans and slacks. Some of their tops were nice and tight, some were loose. Those with straight hair had pony tails or let it down on their shoulders. Each one looked really nice. They were nudging each other, sharing secrets, and smiling a lot at me. I wore a buttoned collar shirt over a wife-beater T-shirt.

Gary and the redhead were already there. Gary seemed nervous, his eyes darting around. He sat near me, maybe a little intimidated by so many girls, or maybe by the strip program. The redhead was gorgeous as ever, and looked sweetly at me. All the girls were chatty and animated.

There was small talk: the nice weather, a new movie called 'Godzilla,' what stores carried saddle shoes or capri pants. Then the talk drifted somewhat toward today's program: how to keep parents unsuspecting, one girl who didn't show and might have chickened out, whether to post a lookout (they opted to take turns as lookouts), was anybody scared (nobody admitted it). There was a pause. Alice stood.

Well girls...and honored boy guests. Welcome again to the Barn club. First things first. Secrecy. We never reveal to any outside person what happens here. It's simple. Listen to what I say: I will never reveal Barn activities to anyone outside the Club. Each one of us should say it. Let's all put our hands together in the middle here, and make a vow together.

As we crowded together I almost swooned from the smells and press of all the lovely girls, and from feeling the smooth skin of girl hands. We made the vow. Alice continued.

Let's go over the procedures to make sure we're all on the same page. Diane brought 2 decks, 104 cards, numbers written on them. We'll shuffle them good and put them on the crate. We each draw and hold the top card. I suggest that to save time the holder of both the highest and lowest card has to take off one item. [Encouraging statements of agreement] Jewelry doesn't count. Then we repeat until we're down to pants. Everything else must go: shoes, socks, tops, undershirts, and bras. When a body part is revealed, no hiding, whether it's a foot or a little tittie. We've got to stand and show. Let's make sure everyone has exactly 6 items to remove. [There was some counting. Most of us had the right number. One girl removed a vest.] The same rules apply to girls and boys. Game over when everybody is down to their pants. Everybody on the same page?

I could hardly believe how unfair it seemed for the girls. There were of course comments: "Sounds good!" "Let's start!" "I wanna go home, not!" one girl joked. And "Put blindfolds on the boys, ha ha!" "Too good a deal for the boys!"

"Excuse me" the girl named Diane said, "There are actually 106 cards, not 104. There was a joker in each deck. I didn't put any numbers on them. I can put them back in the deck. How about this: you draw a joker you take off two items?"

Alice said that could speed it up a little. There was immediate agreement and escalating excitement all around. I saw a possible problem but said nothing as this was definitely the girls' show. As I looked around at the excited, pretty faces, and tried to mentally undress the young bodies in them, I felt that dang "little problem" persisting in my jeans.

"Shall we begin?" Alice announced. She looked directly at Diane, who took a rubber band off the double deck of cards. Diane walked over to Gary and said "Can you please shuffle?" He looked astonished but shuffled, a little clumsily, on the crate placed in the middle of our circle.

Diane asked Gary if hd knew what card was on top. He didn't. She told everyone that one at a time we'd take the top card. Each of us drew. I got 35 and hid it against my chest. 35 seemed quite safe. Diane said "show your numbers!" I held mine up. Some girls put their cards against their foreheads, not knowing the number. The redhead had one of these–6, the lowest for this draw. The girls pointed at her, and also at a girl holding 97. So, two items off! It would be a little while before anything exciting happened. I hoped my little problem would have time to subside.

I was safe on the second round, but on the third I drew a contemptuous-looking joker. To show I was all-in with the game I showed it to the circle of girls, took off a shoe, then unbuttoned and removed my outer shirt. The undershirt was the kind with straps, so for the moment I was the person most exposed. "Way to go Alan!" "Ooh, he's a pretty boy!" "Nice chest!" "Give him another joker!" were some of the comments. Lela smiled proudly at me. 
Play went on. There got to be a lot of shoes and socks lying around in the hay. Then a girl named Holly lost her blouse. She was a slender brunette with pale skin, and a smaller bosom. "Nice bra!" "Oh, sweet." "Our brave little leader!" were some remarks. Then the tops started dropping, much to my enjoyment. I still had on the wife-beater, and lay back against a bale enjoying the show. I glanced at Gary. He looked wonderstruck, and adjusted his jeans a little.

Another draw of cards and we finally had a winner (or perhaps a loser depending on one's perspective). The redhead would be the first to shed her bra. She stood, blushing a little. Her red hair beautifully caught some rays of sun sneaking in. "Be brave!" "Better you than me." "No running away!" "The boys can't wait to see!" her friends called. Vulnerable, excited and determined all at the same moment, she unhooked it at the back, closed her eyes, and let it fall while standing straight and tall, with beautiful red hair falling down her bare back. Freckles on her chest extended onto her breasts, matching the color of lovely pointy nipples. I think it was the excited bravery on her face even more than the tits themselves that caused my little problem to start demanding more space which it could not get in my jeans. After a little bit she sat, excitedly waiting for the next action.

The next action was our busty leader Alice, drawing the 101 card. More remarks: "The big time now!" "Let 'em out girl!" "Show time!" Alice was not a bashful type. I don't know if it was deliberate but she walked into a shaft of sunlight. With easy slow dignity she slipped the straps off her shoulders, unhooked the band in back, tossed the bra, and stood straight. Generous tits on her slender frame looked oh so soft and inviting. It didn't seem fair that I got to examine Lela's beauties last night, and so far today 2 lovely and very different-looking sets (with lots more to come). After Alice it wasn't long before bras dropped everywhere. Bras were different shades, sizes and styles, and so were the lovely young breasts they had held–a joyful panoply for me. Gary, down to his jeans, sat smiling helplessly on his bale. So many girls bravely half naked, and us boys not having to risk anything serious. It seemed unfair, but they were the girls' rules.

Everyone looked around to see who still had something to lose. Turned out there were two: me with the wife-beater and cousin Lela with her bra. "A cousins face off!" "Stand up you two!" "What are you waiting for?" "Put Alan in the sunlight!" It didn't matter what cards we drew, but out of habit Lela drew. She got 59 which ordinarily would be very safe, but not of course this time. She said she had an announcement: "I want to confess that a few nights ago, to prepare for the game, I practiced by showing off for Alan. He graciously consented to observe my chest. So everyone here has already seen me topless, everybody except for Gary." Lela then walked over to Gary and straddled his legs. She waited until he recovered from shock and got properly focused on her chest. Her bra hooked in front–could have been the same one as during our "practice." She unhooked it, slipped it off her shoulders, and dropped it. Her tits were right in his face. We heard him gasp, wide-eyed. Satisfied with his reaction Lela stood, brushing her breasts against Gary's face, sat down against him and put her hand on his leg not too far from an obvious bulge at the crotch. Lela was definitely raising the stakes in this card game. "Lela, the intrepid!" "Looks like she had a strong effect on Gary!" "Let me see."

I don't think it was planned but some of the bare-breasted girls surrounded Gary, rubbing their chests against his face. Hands reached out and pinched his nipples. It looked like Lela and another girl gave quick squeezes to his bulge. The girls' focus had shifted from bravely showing off to strong curiosity about the bodies of the boy visitors. I wondered if we were captives.

Finally all eyes turned to me. Of course there were comments: "Let's see that manly chest." "Come on pretty boy." "Take it off!" "I hope I don't faint!" Out of habit I drew a card–a card I thought could make trouble for someone, but never thought it would be me: another damn taunting joker. I quickly put it face down and gripped the hem of the wife-beater.

"Wait!" "Hold on." "What was the card?" "Show the card!" I couldn't get out of it, and turned it over. Most of the girls remembered the rule about jokers. "Hey! That means two pieces off!" "Remember the rule, Alan!" "Rules are rules!" "Take 'em off" "We'll count!"

My little problem was feeling huge. If I took off the jeans, it would really show. Heck, it might even be poking out of my boxers. I tried to get out of this predicament. "What about the only-to-pants?' rule" I asked.

The girls showed absolutely no interest in the pants rule. It had to be two items. "What are you scared of" "You think only girls should uncover?" "Do you need some help?" Lela, rather than coming to my rescue, totally agreed it had to be the shirt and the pants. I remembered how brave she was before, and also how all the girls had been damn brave that day. Well, in for a dime, in for a dollar I thought. I shrugged my shoulders signaling "OK." I pulled the wife-beater over my head. "Ah, nice!" "So far so good!" "That's one, I'm keeping count!" "A promise of things to come!" I didn't realize how prescient the last remark was.

I started to undo the belt buckle. "Hey, don't block my view!" "Let me see!" "Need some help?" The bare-chested girls all moved in on me, jostling for position. Someone put her hand on my shoulder, another on my back. Girls pinched my nipples. They were really close. I felt breasts pressing against me all over.

"I don't hardly have room to move," I said.

A soft musical voice calmly said, "That's OK. We'll help you get those pants off." That remark set off the girls. Soft hands and fingers undid the belt, and then the buttons on my 501 jeans. My boner got repeatedly nudged through the denim. It had never felt so pumped up. Soft hands kept feeling my nipples and chest. It was like I was floating in breasts and delicious female scents. I felt several hands on the waistband. Someone said "One, two three, now!" Somehow they grabbed the boxers along with the jeans. Everything was pulled to my ankles. My huge (for me) hardon, finally released, shot out and up. After a few "oohs" of appreciation it went suddenly quiet. They all moved around me for good views. Then I realized both of my wrists were being held–I wouldn't be able to do anything except be on display. I had no choice but to let them do what they wanted. "Now there's a beautiful boy!" "A beautiful big boy!" "Can we touch it?"

I felt soft caresses of my ass cheeks, thighs, chest. "I want to touch it!" "I don't think he'd mind!" "Look at it throb!" It was painfully hard, but I hadn't completely lost my mind. I said, "Any girl that gets as naked as me can touch it." They looked at each other, as if seeking consensus, and quickly found it.

They called to the lookout who answered there was nobody around. The lookout ran in, saw the girls quickly stripping off their shorts and panties, and then right in front of me stripped herself bare. "What happening next?" she asked. She was another beauty. My hardon felt like it would explode.

All around me were beautiful bare girls, and a flood of new delicious girl smells. I didn't think my pecker could get any more painful. But it did.

Alice, the now naked leader girl, walked close up to my face. My boner pressed into her tummy. She pressed her generous breasts into to me, said how much she appreciated my courage, reached down, and softly squeezed my boner. My knees weakened. "Let me go next!" It was Lela. With a huge smile she placed my hand on her breast. I felt her up good. She was taller than Alice. My boner pressed into her hairy mound. I thought it might go off. She said, "When we get home I'll have to remember how much I don't like you." And gave me a good squeeze. One girl after another came up for an intimate encounter, a touch, a squeeze, a stroke.

Last came the beautiful redhead. "Help him lie down," she said. They spread a soft carpet on the hay. They led me by my hands and lay me down, pecker up. "Gary, come here," the readhead called. I had forgotten about him. When he came in the circle naked girls surrounded him, pressed into him and stroked his bare chest and arms. He was the only one with any clothes on. The redhead may have had something over him, or knew he would go along. She told him the girls were going to get him naked too. And they did, very quickly, not forgetting to press themselves into him and feel him all around. "Another beauty!" "Thin and long!" "Who knew?" "Ready for fun!" Then attention turned back to the redhead and me.

The redhead said, "It seems Alan desperately needs some help. I'll see what I can do for him." She lay beside me, pressed her chest into me, gently held my balls, and with the other hand gave little caresses to the head of my whopper. Then she began highly effective strokes down its underside. My nuts constricted, my back arched, my hips raised to meet her sweet hand, and it came in a rush. A huge, long coming, the redhead squeezing me. Semen flew onto both of us. I was blinded by pleasure. Many shouts of joy and appreciation from the girls. When I came to I felt curious hands cleaning me up with my own boxers. "I thought I would die," was all I could say.

More naked girls jumped in to help me rise. My subsiding cock dribbled, but girls were quick to mop me up.

Then I heard the redhead. "Your turn Gary. Bring your cute naked little self over here." He was obedient. She helped him lie and get comfortable. He tried to cover up but she said "None of that." His penis pointed straight up. She knelt beside him, and said "Like in the treehouse Gary." A little unsure, he slowly reached and felt up her lovely tits. Then his hand went down into her red crotch hairs. Somehow his boner had grown even longer. "Anybody want to help my cousin?" she asked.

Cousin Lela quickly volunteered, saying "I could use a little practice now that Alan is visiting." This remark brought me back from the swoon I was in. Lela took the redhead's place, ran her hand all over Gary's body, not forgetting the nipples, and stroked his needy boner briefly. Gary started groaning and writhing. Lela said, "I don't want to hog all the fun. Anyone want to help?" Another naked beauty then lay on the other side of him, rested a sweet thigh on his, pressed her mound onto his leg, explored his balls, and hesitantly stroked his shaft. Alan cried out. Semen shot up in the air. "Wow!" "So much fun!" "Holy Toledo, what a production." "We need another boy!" "When do we do this again!"

Cousin Lela and I walked home separately. I arrived 30 minutes after her, tossing a dirty baseball from the diamond. At dinner Lela sat away from me, indifferent to my presence. Aunt Donna actually encouraged her to pay a little more attention to me, as I wouldn't be visiting much longer. A petulant sigh, and a bored "OK" from Lela. Then she disappeared. Uncle and I watched a boxing match on TV.

I fell into a wonderful dreamland down in the rec room. It must have been around 2am when there was jostling and someone slipping in beside me. Lela opened her light housecoat. "You did a great job with the girls today," she whispered, "You were brave. I was so proud of you." I told her she had wonderful friends, and also was doing a great job of ignoring me around her parents. She gave me a nice long kiss on the mouth and checked below to see if I was reacting. Of course I was–I was 14. With her squeezing me I came in just a few seconds. Lela caught it in tissues she had brought. I pushed the housecoat off and felt all the places I wanted to, which were the same places she wanted felt. She showed me how I could make her happy by touching and rubbing. She ended up so very happy, shudderingly happy. After she recovered a little I got another beautiful kiss and dick caress from her. She reluctantly pulled away and still trembling staggered up to her room.

She and I managed two more exciting trysts before my parents arrived. Ever since that eventful visit she and I have kept up an outward dislike for each other, but have almost always have snuck in some wonderful fun at family gatherings–even decades later she is still very warm and beautiful.