Dare Me (new 7/29)

[student]

Don't forget--a laundry fire means firefighters and news crews. Who is outside in the "clean" area waiting for their clothes?

[doubtless]

Hey, Neverdoubted. I just wanted to cheer you on. It's been a while and I hadn't gotten to catch up with all the hard work you've been doing.

Reading your thoughts on the Mikey's dare part, I am really happy to hear your disposition and thoughts on the story. I think the character decisions you made about Mikey's principles and feelings towards dares is extremely relatable. I'm really excited to see Lucy's adventures come back and I will certainly relish the chapters as I catching up!

Also, i find the line you flirt with in terms of tasteful lewdness to be perfect. It is definitely a personal turn-off to see vulgar or crass sexuality. You definitely can't please everyone, and I am definitely not your only audience, so I don't want to sound overly entitled. Just wanted to show some support for your standpoint and show my earnest appreciation!

Also, Merry Christmas!

[Themarble]

Hoping for more, ND! I also hope you enjoyed your Christmas.

[neverdoubted]

Hey, Neverdoubted. I just wanted to cheer you on. It's been a while and I hadn't gotten to catch up with all the hard work you've been doing.

Reading your thoughts on the Mikey's dare part, I am really happy to hear your disposition and thoughts on the story. I think the character decisions you made about Mikey's principles and feelings towards dares is extremely relatable. I'm really excited to see Lucy's adventures come back and I will certainly relish the chapters as I catching up!

Also, i find the line you flirt with in terms of tasteful lewdness to be perfect. It is definitely a personal turn-off to see vulgar or crass sexuality. You definitely can't please everyone, and I am definitely not your only audience, so I don't want to sound overly entitled. Just wanted to show some support for your standpoint and show my earnest appreciation!

Also, Merry Christmas!

Thank you! It means a lot to me to hear people are enjoying the story. Truly, it would not exist without such encouragements.

From one without doubt to another , a very Merry Christmas to you as well.
~ ND

[neverdoubted]

Dare Me - Chapter 16 - Wait, What Happened at Camp? (Part 17)

Lucy kept her hairstyling station open until the whole team had received matching twin braids. The girls looked adorable, prancing naked around the pen and swishing their pigtails to and fro. And while it did make everyone look much younger than they were, some fared better than others.

For instance, braiding Gabi's hair didn't do much to change her exotic appearance. A prime physical specimen, her best assets, namely her muscular physique and incredible ass were featured just as well with or without pigtails. But there was one unusual aspect about her transformation into a naked, black sheep. Since her ears weren't pierced, Rooster had been unable to affix a tag to her like the others. He had attached a tag to her upper, right arm, just above her elbow, with a makeshift band. But apparently, he didn’t trust it to stay put. So, as a precaution, he had also painted the entire name and dosage of the chemical he had treated her with across her flank like he would with his livestock.

The large words filled the poor girl's substantial rump and didn't leave enough room for her identification number (019439). That, he had written across her chest with no consideration for how silly it made her look. He had also drawn two circles on her belly, one hollow and one filled in to show she still had one round of delousing treatment to go. Any girl who wasn't pierced and couldn't wear a tag had to go around with her treatment plan similarly scrawled upon her bare body in bright orange paint. Something about it seemed more humiliating even than being forced to wear a tag in your ear.

Another girl I must mention is sweet Miranda (019447). An eighth grader of Colombian and Spanish descent, she was perpetually in the running for the hottest girl in my grade and a lock to be one of the three cheer captains next year. Just watching that girl walk down the halls was always a treat even though she never showed any interest in me. Her body moved differently than the other girls, turning every step into a production like there was music playing somewhere but only she could hear it.

Miranda also had fewer sharp edges on her body than any girl I knew. I had always marveled how the curves of her hips seemed to flow so seamlessly into such an impossibly narrow waist under her clothes. And without any clothes on, the effect was spectacular.

Her perfect complexion, which it turns out extended to cover her entire body, was the color of rich caramel. Her already impressive but still growing breasts were a unform shade of natural tan all over, though her nipples were darker than I expected. They were even darker than Gabi's and nearly as dark as the other black girl on the team, a freshman named Erika (019452).

Because I had once helped a young lady who needed someone to practice suckling at her teats (don't ask, it's kind of a long story), I had a pretty good idea what Miranda's exotic, brown treasures might taste like. But it was her smooth, caramel colored pussy lips, plump and hairless and shimmering like the sweetest candy between her slightly parted thighs, that really kicked my taste buds into overdrive. When I found my mouth watering, it occurred to me that there might be other fun parts of a woman's body worth gliding your tongue across. But that's a story for another time.

Even Coach Easterling saw fit to get into Lucy's hairstyling queue. Of course, her body had matured too much for her to be mistaken for a child. But without any clothes or makeup, and once Lucy had finished braiding her normally sophisticated black hair into juvenile pigtails, she did lose several years of maturity. At a glance, she could certainly have been mistaken for an especially busty freshman.

The outbreak had ruined their agenda for the day. Looking over her clipboard, she saw no way around cancelling the planned community outreach. I think that was a mistake. Just think how much it would have improved morale in the surrounding neighborhoods if a band of naked cheerleaders went door to door offering their services to anyone in need!

Since Rooster had banned them from the building, and they wouldn't dare leave the armory grounds until he decided to return their clothes, she had to adjust the day's agenda on the fly. At the time, she didn't know about Rooster's plans to put the pretty little lambs to work helping restore his facility to its original, uninfected condition. Locked inside their cage for the time being, they could do nothing but stand around and pet themselves until he showed up and decided to let them out.

After a while, the distinct rumbling of an old jeep engine finally announced Rooster's return. He appeared around the side of the building driving something left over from the Korean conflict. The versatile vehicle's back half had been converted into a small field kitchen. The armory's main kitchen, still in the infected zone, must have been off limits. Rooster parked near the fence and began extracting cooking equipment hanging from the sides of the jeep. There were two folding tables which he set up nearby.

Having apparently completed his own delousing procedure, he had changed clothes and was now dressed like a rancher, in overalls and work boots. The girls flocked to the edge of their pen, watching his work with great personal interest. Lucy's stomach started grumbling as soon as the savory smell of frying bacon started wafting over the yard. She hadn't eaten any real food in nearly a day!

None of them had been able to eat breakfast that morning. And since the delousing process had taken hours to complete, lunch time was already fast approaching. Rooster brought the same deliberate method to cooking that he used for everything else. Watching tables slowly fill with steaming dishes of mouthwatering sustenance, the girls grew restless. But locked as they were behind the fence, they could only call out their disapproval at having to wait. Rooster ignored their bleating complaints. He only works at one speed, you know, and wasn't about to be swayed by a bunch of impatient sheep, no matter how adorable they looked.

Finally, when everything had been prepared, he extinguished the kitchen fires and picked up his crooked staff. The excited, naked cheerleaders rushed over to crowd the gate. Unlocking his flock from their pen, he stood at the gate with his shepherd's staff at the ready to keep thing orderly and prevent a stampede. Several girls, remembering their experience outside the shack, shielded their bottoms protectively as they passed him. Just to be safe, Lucy covered her bottom too, even though she never had received a corrective swat.

Rooster stood watch while his naked flock began its midday meal. He had deftly converted it into a brunch, with BLT sandwiches along with a traditional breakfast of bacon and scrambled eggs with biscuits and gravy. The appreciative girls grazed contentedly until they had their fill. Then it was time to get to work.

A couple girls were assigned to stay behind and wash the dishes in an outdoor water trough. The rest, he herded up barrack hill. The sevies were nervous about this development since it took them dangerously close to the treehouse full of leering boys. But luckily, Rooster kept them to the other side of the hill.

He showed them to a clearing where miles of clothesline used to hang on the hillside - enough to dry a battery of uniforms. Unused for many years, most of the line had fallen onto the ground, but the frames were in fine shape. Repairing the clothesline took finesse. The girls worked diligently until they had enough line to be able to hang all the wool blankets and their clothes.

Back at camp, Rooster wheeled the giant laundry hampers just outside the building, but they were too clunky to traverse the unpaved ground. So, he had the girls shuttle the laundry up the hillside by hand. It took many trips and a couple of hours before every piece of cloth was hanging properly in the disinfecting sun.

While the girls worked diligently on their chore, Rooster also stayed busy around the armory. He had to fog every room in the building that the team had occupied during their stay and apply a more intense fogging to rooms with personal articles. He also had a truckload of photography equipment that needed to be unloaded and set up for the team pictures Coach Easterling had ordered on the last day.

Since the building would have to remain under quarantine for the rest of camp, his original plan to convert one of the rooms into a picture studio were ruined. So, just like the field kitchen he had employed for cooking, he went with an outdoor, field studio concept instead. Pulling his truck around near the drill yard, he finished unloading everything before going to check on his flock.

A beautiful, pastoral scene greeted him. A herd of the finest stock - twenty-five of the cutest lambs you will ever see - lazed in clusters on the hillside. Freshly sheared and recently fed, they reclined contentedly upon the soft turf. Their bare bodies were turned toward the late afternoon sun to bask in its warming rays.

He announced that it was time to get up and head back to camp, but without a sheep dog to round them up, they found excuses to turn a deaf ear to his calls. Rapping his staff threateningly against a large rock got their attention, though. With anxious bleats, the girls jumped up and came running down the hillside. They surged forward, no one wanting to be in the back of the group where Rooster's stick could reach their tender, jiggling flanks.

The girls had not visited a bathroom since leaving the latrine that morning and several complained that they needed to pee. So, before leading them back to camp, he detoured to show them where the outdoor facilities were located. Lucy recognized the small buildings as the outhouses she had noticed when they first arrived. Lots had happened to her since that first night. In fact, thanks to Bear, being forced to use a real outhouse didn't even register as her strangest bathroom experience of the weekend!

When Rooster led them back to their yard, he intended to leave the gate open so they could come and go to the outhouses as needed. But the last girl to enter grabbed the gate and yanked it closed with enough force to engage the lock. You would think a bunch of naked girls wouldn't like being locked into a pen like that. But perhaps they felt safer being fully encircled by a tall fence with the gate closed. At least no predators or smarting shepherd staffs could reach them that way, right?

A long shadow crept over the drill yard as the sun gradually dipped behind the old armory building. The weather had been nice, warm enough for a young, naked teenager to stay comfortable despite a distinct lack of natural insulation. But with nothing to do until dinner but stand around, and with evening fast approaching, Coach Easterling saw several of her squad, especially the younger girls with less body mass rubbing their bare arms and legs as the air around them cooled.

Rooster had left to wrap up his chores and procure more food. She made a note on her clipboard to ask him later about the sleeping arrangements. Until then, she knew one way to warm up. Calling her team to formation, she started another cheer practice session. The bored squad responded with great enthusiasm.

Because they weren't used to the sensation of cheering naked and barefoot, the routines involved a lot more giggling than usual. Well, I should point out that one of them was used to cheering naked. My sister had been practicing her cheers all summer without any clothes on. You could say she was veteran to the art of nude cheerleading. They also had to pretend to be holding pom-poms, which was sometimes awkward. But the girls quickly adjusted and, most importantly, found the vigorous activity quite effective at keeping their bare bodies nice and toasty even in the shadow of the building.

Everyone was in a jovial and supportive mood. Unlike the last practice where they treated each other as rivals, they acted more like a real team this time. The older girls accepted the sevies and any other new member into the squad. They would stop and take the time go over each portion of the routine, making sure the new girls had it down before moving on to the next part.

During pauses in activity, most girls quickly resumed engaging in their new favorite activity. What had started as a necessary application of aftershave had soon progressed to a way to soothe anxious nerves. But a full day of periodic, but regular petting sessions was inevitably taking its toll and many girls were now exhibiting signs of genuine arousal.

Girls grew restless, losing focus and squirming subtly where previously they had been able to stand still and concentrate. Nipples everywhere sprung into stiff little points while cheeks flushed with warmth.

Some of the older ones, with a better sense of what was happening to them, tried to exercise willpower. They took breaks so the calming, cool air could waft over their overheated, exposed sex. They resisted as long as they could, but usually gave in to the urge and resumed petting within a minute or two. The younger girls naturally mimicked their elders; adopting a similar pattern of intermittent petting breaks even though they didn't know why they were doing it. Stuck in a wide-open drill yard with absolutely no privacy to do anything beyond teasing themselves, for many, bedtime couldn't come soon enough.

It was nearing dusk by the time Rooster got around to serving dinner. Finding it not nearly as appetizing as brunch had been, the girls only grazed lightly after being released from their pen. Coach Easterling spent the entire time in a frustrating negotiation with Rooster about their sleeping arrangements. When she found out the cots and blankets were off limits because they needed another day in the sun, she did what any good teacher would do. She initiated a brainstorming session and invited him to join her to solve the problem. But Rooster was his regular, uncooperative self.

"But...surely our pajamas are dry by now," she thought aloud, "if we brought everything back to camp, we would have pajamas to sleep in and could maybe fashion mattresses out of the rest of our clothes."

"I do apologize, ma'am," he replied, uttering the accursed phrase that always caused her ire to flare, "but I would not recommend bringing any infested fabrics inside the clean zone tonight."

"Let me get this straight," she said through gritted teeth, "you won't let us sleep inside, and you won't give us cots or blankets, or any fabric." With a huff she asked, "so what do you expect us to do, spend all night outside and sleep on the ground? We'll freeze!"

Rooster was unfazed by her little tantrum. Peering up at the cloudless sky, the amateur meteorologist offered, "ought to be a pleasant night...mild...no wind. If my herds can do it, I'm sure you'll be plenty warm. The key is to stick together. I'll lay out some straw and throw a tarp over it. But first, we should go do the last round of delousing treatments before we lose the light."

Throwing her hands up in frustration she answered, "Fine! But at least bring out our toothbrushes so we can get ready for bed properly."

After dinner, Rooster led his flock up the hill one last time, stopping at the outhouses for the last bathroom break of the day. Outside the delousing shack, he made them line up by number while he put on his protective uniform and brought them in one at a time to receive their final coating of prophylactic powder, starting with Crystal (019437).

With idle hands and time to kill, the waiting cheerleaders inevitably resumed petting themselves. The fun diversion was becoming serious business. After absorbing Dave's chemicals and teasing their bodies all day, each careful stroke now edged them closer and closer to something for which they found themselves yearning deeply.

Many started looking forward to bedtime where they could safely satisfy the desire building within them under the more appropriate cover of night. At least, that was probably their plan. It's almost a shame that nobody warned them about the sleeping arrangements Coach Easterling and Rooster had settled on....almost.

With one of the highest numbers, Lucy (019460) was stuck near the back of the line. She tried to wait patiently for her turn to go. But after a while, she stepped out of line to see how many had already been processed through the shack. Working from Hanna forward, she counted nine girls ahead of her. Tiffany Lennox (019451), who was next to go, happened to be facing backwards and noticed Lucy standing there counting sheep.

The two had barely spoken to each other since the hazing, even while Lucy was shaving Tiffany's privates and while braiding her hair. But Lucy had noticed the captain occasionally watching her do her part to help the team through their day's ordeal. And it wasn't the sneer she usually gave to underlings. These were more looks of scrutiny, like Tiffany was really appraising her for the first time.

The last time they had truly looked at each other, it had been a standoff. They had been staring each other down back at the theater restroom. Back then, Lucy had been the only naked one. Now Tiffany was equally bare, with her entire, gorgeous body on display. Stripped of her fancy clothes, expensive earrings, and much of her authority, Tiffany and Lucy were now on a much more equal footing. Lucy graciously flashed her captain a smile and gave her a casual wave. Tiffany nodded and actually waved back. Well, that was something.

Seeing she had at least another half hour of waiting ahead of her, Lucy got back in line and attempted to make conversation with her fellow sevies to pass the time. But Alice and Hanna were already preoccupied with another activity and didn't make particularly good conversation partners.

Neither girl had ever masturbated before, and it showed. Confused Hanna rocked back and forth on the balls of her feet like Lucy used to do when she was first learning. Her petite right hand, with three painted fingernails pure white and the last two the brightest shade of hot pink she could find, were eagerly engaged in continuous petting motion. As she ran her soft fingers up and down the puffy, outer flesh of her pretty pussy over and over, her body responded with signals of encouragement. But because the inexperienced seventh grader hadn't quite figured out how to unlock her full potential, the unsuccessful act produced more squirming than anything.

Whenever Lucy spoke to her or asked a question, Hanna gave abbreviated responses. She still punctuated her answers with her trademark giggle. But she would add adorable little grunts, soft and barely audible, to the end.

"Hanna, what did you think of the food tonight? I liked the brunch better."

".......I love brunch hehehe uh"

"You must be tired. How many times did you climb this hill today?"

".......lots and lots, hehehe uh!"

Lucy didn't have much better luck with Alice (019461). Her pale, blue eyes were glassy and unfocused, and her cute lips were pursed like she was struggling to solve a math problem in her head. Unlike her fiery teammate, she was at least trying to maintain composure. But that's hard to do when your pretty petals are tingling and your hand refuses to stop petting.

Unsure how to deal with her blossoming body's escalating arousal, she turned to something familiar. Years of ballet classes had taught her techniques to compose herself and stand without fidgeting. Straightening her back and relaxing her shoulders, she placed one foot slightly behind the other with her toes pointed out. Gently crossed in that position, a ballerina's legs narrow continually from her hips all the way down to her ankles.

With a long, graceful neck and a slender, dancer's shape, Alice made a beautiful ballerina even though she was missing some pretty integral components, like the costume. Her long blonde hair was formed into playful pigtails instead of a proper bun. The perky swells of her budding breasts and pale, pink nipples which would normally be safely concealed behind protective fabric were instead on full display and drawn into stiff points.

Instead of a slim-fitting leotard hugging her slender torso, only smooth, bare skin accompanied her flat stomach and enticing abdomen. No tutu decorated her naked waist to form a dividing line between her upper and lower halves. She had neither tights, nor ballet shoes. Only graceful curves and supple flesh.

Alice had practiced this pose countless times and could do it effortlessly. In ballet, it's called third position, I looked it up in a book when Lucy showed me. When told, her left hand went where it was supposed to, poised near her waist at the end of a slightly bent elbow and with fingers together and straight. But she kept her other hand where it was needed more, even though leaving it between her legs ruined the perfect pose.

Her slender right hand, sporting three white nails to match her friends and two powder blue ones which complimented her pretty eyes, was now in constant motion. The repeated up and down strokes against the outside of her hairless mound were making her toes wiggle with excitement. Her body was begging her to stop teasing and take the next step toward release, but she couldn't figure out how.

Because of her own intimate familiarity with arousal, Lucy could have offered excellent pointers to help her struggling friends. Both the inexperienced teens were exhibiting obvious signs of distress at not being able to complete the task and their frustration was mounting. But breaching such a sensitive, private subject didn’t seem like the most appropriate thing to do while standing in line for treatment.

If she were in their position, she would appreciate a distraction from her arousal. So, that's what Lucy tried to do for them. Wracking her brain, she brought up every topic she could think of to help keep their minds busy. Her first few attempts were duds. But then, she lucked out and struck upon an effective topic for one of them.

"Did you guys hear if the movie last night was any good?" she asked.

Hanna didn't respond, but for the first time in a while, Alice perked up and focused her eyes. But it wasn't because of the movie. The mention of last night got her thinking about Cameron.

"My parents won't let me have a boyfriend yet. But do you think..." asked Alice, her hand still dutifully kneading her little mound, "do you think they'll let me talk to him over the phone at least? What if he doesn't call?"

Lucy opined that that boy would be incredibly stupid not to call her. When Alice heard that, she closed her eyes and smiled blissfully. Then, without meaning to, her legs and feet all flexed at once. The surprised blonde snapped her eyes open and looked down to find herself standing on relevé.

Thinking about Cameron had dumped more fuel into the fires of her arousal. It took a few seconds before the naked, masturbating ballerina could regain control of her leg muscles and lower her heels back to the ground. Mildly concerned about her misbehaving body, she removed her hand to get a better look.

Seeing the swollen outer lips of her pussy twinkling in the moonlight and feeling something slick on her fingers, her eyes went wide, and she quickly covered it back up with her hand. Her little moisture factory was producing copious amounts of natural lubricant, hoping to get her unpracticed fingers to slip up and finally penetrate past her throbbing outer folds.

But she must have thought she had sprung a leak of some sort. With a blush, she cleared her throat and shifted into a different ballet position.

Lucy could tell, at the rate things were progressing, that girl was getting ready to make the first diamond of her young life. Lucy should have been happy for Alice, but instead, she resented her. Ostracized from the very beginning because of her lack of clothes, that whole first night, my sister had wished there was a way for her teammates to understand what she was going through; to be stuck at camp, naked and alone. Perhaps then they would have sympathy for her plight.

The outbreak appeared to have granted her wish. Only after all the other girls were forced to strip and remain that way did Lucy finally escape her isolation. But then, Dave's powerful lotion found the perfect vessels in the form of young, budding cheerleaders with untapped sexual capabilities. Activating over the course of the day, the lotion was now running rampant, free to spread its arousing formula throughout their nubile, unsuspecting bodies.

And as darkness fell, so too did their inhibitions. The cool-off breaks between petting disappeared altogether as squirming girls abandoned all pretense. Conversations grew more harried or stopped completely as ragged breaths replaced trembling voices. Lucy was surrounded by a squad of naked, masturbating cheerleaders who were growing more desperate and less reserved by the minute. Once again isolated and left out of the fun because of her dare, she started to think she might be in for a long night.

[student]

This chapter ends the year with a (gang) bang. Thanks--I didn't expect another chapter for weeks.

When does the photographer arrive?

[neverdoubted]

This chapter ends the year with a (gang) bang. Thanks--I didn't expect another chapter for weeks.

When does the photographer arrive?

Rooster is the photographer. It's one of his side hustles.

[student]

Rooster is the photographer?

How many assistants will Rooster bring on board?

The cheer camp's clothing has yet to be decontaminated. Rooster has shown that he will stick to the schedule no matter what.

[neverdoubted]

Dare Me - Chapter 16 - Wait, What Happened at Camp? (Part 18)

Entering Rooster's shack did provide a mandatory masturbatory respite as each horny girl had to spread her legs and put her hands on top of her head. Her loins got a break and a chance to back away from the edge of her arousal as she submitted to being coated with another round of delousing powder.

After taking her turn, Lucy headed back to camp in the dark. Despite having to walk it alone, the rising, full moon cast enough light to follow the well-worn path down the hill. Several flood lights covered the immediate grounds around the building and the drill yard. But the girls had gathered around the unlit water trough to wait for Rooster to bring their toothbrushes. Hanna didn't wait long after Lucy's arrival to fire off a question she had been preparing.

"Hey," she said impishly, tilting her head up so Lucy could see her pleading smile. The gleam in her green eyes was obvious enough even in the low moonlight. "Do you have any more of that...aftershave stuff?"

Nearby conversations hushed as other interested girls keenly strained to hear her answer. Lucy scanned the outer walls of the armory building. The holding pen, no longer needed to contain anxious, freshly sheared sheep, stood abandoned and deserted on the other side of the drill yard with its gate wide open. She could easily retrieve her bottle where she had stashed it.

Looking back at budding, young cheerleaders, Lucy recognized the accumulation of raw, unbridled arousal all around her. Bare bodies quivered with urgent lust while hands clenched and unclenched. Strained faces sported rosy cheeks and wild, barely focused eyes which peered impatiently at her. Forced to deny her own jealous, buzzing loins, Lucy could have refused the request. Passing out another dose of her special lotion to each wanton lamb would deplete her remaining supply.

But demonstrating incredible team spirit and generosity, Lucy did not hesitate to give Hanna a reassuring pat on the head and nod to the rest. Titters erupted from the excited girls. She left the squirming group and marched around the perimeter of the drill yard toward the holding pen.

Her route took her past the photography equipment Rooster had set up earlier. A large, sturdy frame held up solid panels of cloth, like fabric samples or curtains. There were two tripods holding what looked to Lucy like umbrellas high in the air and a sturdy table full of electronic equipment. Digital photography was more complicated back then. Instead of simply installing a miniature computer inside the camera, you had to haul around an entire desktop computer to handle all the processing.

But it was the third tripod, holding Rooster's big, fancy, camera, that really drew Lucy's attention. Its large, ominous eye which refused to blink would make any naked girl nervous. Seeing no other way around it, she hustled past and put the camera behind her as quickly as she could.

Reaching the holding pen, she found her precious, half-empty bottle sitting where she had left it next to Rooster's shaving kit and bucket. By the time she got back to the water trough, Rooster had delivered everyone's toothbrushes. He apologized for not having any straw to spare, but pointed to a nice, soft patch of grass in the middle of the drill yard instead.

Lucy waited until everyone had finished brushing their teeth and washing their faces to open the celebrated bottle. Standing at the entrance to the drill yard, she squirted a dallop into each eager girl's waiting palm as they passed. Even Coach Easterling (019458) did not turn down the offer. With a blushing smile, she coyly accepted another round of stimulating green lotion. Given the excuse, her hand resumed rubbing her needy, bald pussy while she waddled over to the tarp to join the other sheep. Her spectacular rump jiggled back and forth making the orange tag still hanging from her earlobe flap like a happy tail.

Hanna and Alice were Lucy's last customers. As the sevies entered the pen, Rooster slammed the gate closed behind them. Rushing to join the safety of their flock, the sevies caught up to the other naked cheerleaders who were standing around the small tarp Rooster had staked out for them to sleep on. Locked up for the night with no clothes, no bedding, and no diversion beyond their own begging bodies, there would be only one way for the horny, naked cheerleaders to entertain themselves.

The excuse to touch themselves again had sapped the last of their self-control and every single girl now had her hand buried between her legs and was openly masturbating. Everyone but Lucy. Many had been waiting impatiently for bedtime to satisfy their growing need. But they weren't prepared to share a single, ten-foot square "bed" with twenty-four other girls. The tarp hardly seemed big enough to accommodate them all and they stood awkwardly around it for a few seconds wondering who would make the first move.

Aided by the second dose of Dave's lotion, many were passing their bodies' point of no return. With desisting their pleasure out of the question, the only decision left to them was whether to cum where they stood or crawl into the strange, undersized "bed" and put on a show with everyone standing around, watching them.

Their indecision lasted just long enough for Rooster to reach the main building breakers. When he flipped the switch, the whole flock screamed in unison when suddenly, all the flood lights shut off and they were plunged into darkness. Terrified, they all scrambled for a spot on the tarp at once.

It was unfair to the word to call their sleeping arrangements "cozy". The sevies, and any other girl who wasn't pushy enough, ended up on the outer edge of the pile. Finding herself literally "on the edge", Lucy had to fight for a spot on the tarp. No matter how much she maneuvered, some part of her was always sticking out over the cold, itchy grass.

As her eyes adjusted, she looked up to see hundreds of stars floating in the cloudless sky above her and the rising, full moon throwing an ethereal, blue cast over the naked flock. Exposed to the cool, night air without pajamas or a blanket, she was thankful to be sandwiched between Alice and Hanna so they all could share body heat. I guess that one thing did count as "cozy".

While Lucy was most concerned about keeping her bottom from falling off the edge of the tarp, the other girls were more concerned about a different kind of edging. Even having their bodies piled on top of each other and their arms and legs entangled, every girl could still find ways to stimulate her tender pussy.

Bleats of approaching pleasure sounded throughout Rooster's spectacular herd of prime breeding stock. The writhing mass of young, fertile flesh reached a fever pitch as those first orgasms grew ever closer. Putting on a spectacular performance, each girl brought her body to the brink; groaning and calling out for the goddess of the moon watching overhead to bless her willing body with the gift of climax.

Alice and Hanna were no exception. On her right, Lucy could feel Alice's arm flexing over and over as she urgently petted the outside of her pussy. It was not effective enough, but was all the inexperienced ballerina knew to try in response to her body's insistent demands. On her other side, adorable grunts of frustration accompanied little Hanna's own untrained attempts to find that pleasurable release between her legs for which her body was begging her.

Lucy's own body was pleading with her to join in the orgy of self-pleasure. Her diamond forge burned hot enough to melt steel and juices from her moisture centers were running down between her legs to pool on the tarp. Her aching nipples throbbed painfully, growing angrier with every passing heartbeat that she did not address them.

But somehow, against all odds, my sister stayed committed to her dare. Seeing both her new friends in their time of sexual need, she made up her mind. She possessed the knowledge her struggling companions lacked and knew how to guide them. And even though her dare prevented her from joining them in the promised land, she could at least experience it vicariously.

Rolling to her right, she softly whispered in her friend's ear, "here, let me help you."

Alice trusted her and did not object when Lucy's arms came around both her sides so that their bodies were pressed tightly in a spooning embrace. From the heat radiating from her friend's diamond forge, Lucy could tell Alice's young body was primed and desperate to make its first glittering treasure. It just needed a skilled operator at the controls to show it how.

Placing her hands over Alice’s to still them, she guided them as if she were exploring her own body beneath. She slid one hand up until it was cradling Alice's breast and let the other move down to gently cup her pussy mound. She used a slower, more sensual massaging rhythm. Alice's impatient, untrained hands kept trying to go faster. But, like a puppet master, Lucy stayed in control and would not let the naked ballerina get carried away with lust.

Only after Alice surrendered control and ceased fighting did Lucy teach her a new trick. Spreading the warm outer lips of her pussy, she guided Alice's longest finger inside. The horny blonde let out a gasp as her slippery fingertip, which was covered natural lubricant as well as the remnants of Dave's lotion, found her clitoris for the first time nestled in the folds of her innocence. That magic button, stiff and turgid from hours of edging, would probably have been enough to bring her to ecstasy. But Lucy wasn't taking any chances.

It's as if she could read Alice's mind and knew what the young teen was fantasizing about in that exact moment. Encouraging her other hand to knead her breast and gently pinch her equally stiff nipple, she whispered a command in Alice's ear.

"Say his name."

Without skipping a beat, Alice uttered a sensual response; softly, no louder than a whisper itself.

"Cameron"

"Louder," Lucy repeated, loosening the reins on Alice's right hand, and freeing her eager fingers to move a little faster over her newly discovered clit.

"Ca-mer-on," Alice answered, this time spoken instead of whispered, but her voice faltering as her whole body got in on the act. All the muscles in her legs and feet flexed at once, putting her toes adorably en pointe and trapping hers and Lucy's hand between her thighs. Her young hips and bottom worked to keep her core humping as urgently as possible against her determined fingers as the wave of arousal began to crest inside her.

"Louder!" Lucy commanded, wrapping her arms in a tight grip around her naked, shuddering friend as nature took its course.

"CA-A-A-AMERON!!" the beautiful blonde cried out to the heavens. Her voice resembled a long, sustained lamb's cry as her young body reached its climax for the first time ever. The audible outburst was not in the least bit out of place. For she wasn't the only pretty, little lamb announcing her ecstasy just then. Furiously masturbating girls all over the flock were also reaching their peak and sounding out their own bleats of pleasure. Many, too entangled with their neighbors to act alone, found explosive relief in mutual gratification. And Alice's orgasmic outcry weaved beautifully into the sapphic symphony of sexual release already resonating above the drill yard.

Lucy was pleased with her success. And having shown her the path to ecstasy, Lucy knew Alice would certainly find her own way back several more times that night. So, she rolled over to help her other friend whose labor had yet to produce any fruit. Her small, adorable noises of need now included the occasional cry of anguish.

Lucy wrapped her arms around Hanna’s body in an unspoken offer to guide her. Taking control of her hands like she had done with Alice, she showed her how to pierce the protective armor of her innocence. She then hugged her pounding chest and let Hanna's rutting hand go to work exploring her own inner womanhood. Finding her tiny, stiff nipples hard as rocks and in desperate need of stimulation, Lucy performed a gentle massage. She knew just the right moves to satiate such incessant tingling without causing pain.

While Alice had someone to fantasize about, Hanna only had her own physiology. So, it took a little while longer for the determined redhead's first orgasm to arrive. Her petite, overworked muscles trembled with fatigue, but her grunts did continue to grow shorter and closer together until her fruitful body finally proved its worth. Crying out in her pleasure like Alice and the other sheep, her tense muscles were finally able to relax, and she melted into Lucy's comforting embrace.

All night, drowsy girls drifted in and out of consciousness. Satisfied, but still on edge, any girl's slumber could be disturbed by the slightest stimulus. It could be a neighbor's inadvertent hand brushing against her bare breast, or the sensual cry of another lamb reaching her peak nearby. If nothing else, the accumulation of Dave's chemicals inside her young body would eventually rouse her from her slumber and draw her back between her legs for another labor of self-love.

The moon stood watch overhead, judging each girl's writhing display of raw sexual capability to see if it was sufficient to bless her with another climax. Only after she called out yet another shuddering orgasm, would the girl find rest again. But others, roused by her noisy effort, would awaken and be drawn between their own legs, creating a ripple effect that continued all night.

There's only one girl on the whole team that I can say for sure did not partake in the ritual. Little Lucy Jenkins, drawing strength from her commitment to her dare and exercising a level of self-control I did not think was possible, went to work on something else; figuring out how to survive the night without breaking her promised celibacy.

She lay spread eagle, trapping one arm beneath each of her friends to remove the temptation to touch herself, and keeping her bare, splayed legs sticking away from the group to avoid accidental stimulation from others. Her bottom was hanging completely off the tarp, but that wasn't necessarily a bad thing. The cold grass actually helped a little bit to regulate the throbbing heat between her thighs.

She could not cover her ears to drown out the lewd sounds of gratification happening all around her. She could not hold her breath to avoid breathing in the unmistakable scent of arousal which hung in the still air over the flock like a blanket. She could not turn off the nerve endings in her arms which vividly reported every time one of her fellow sevies woke up and engaged in another cycle of sexual expression.

She couldn't even count sheep without the regular baa’s of pleasure reminding her how many orgasms the other lambs had enjoyed while she was still at zero. The only escape would be finding somewhere else to sleep. But without clothes or covering, the chill would overtake her and she would be shivering in minutes. No, only with the shared body heat of the flock would she survive the night. All she could do was lie on her back, stare up at the gigantic, full moon floating overhead at an agonizingly slow pace, and endure one pounding heartbeat at a time. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, her eyes drooped, and sleep found her.

[student]

A new chapter for a new year--and what a chapter! The night came in like lusty lionesses and whimpered itself to sleep like sheep. My attempt at baaaad puns fell flat but this chapter was great. Thank you for starting off this year with a bang.