One Tree Hill
It Started Out with a Sniff: Chapter 3

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For the entire school week after Brooke and Peyton made lovers and sluts out of one another, they stopped in at any secluded location they could find to sneak in a quickie. Locker rooms, the girls' toilets, under the basketball bleachers after practice. They couldn't keep their hands to themselves and their panties were a sticky, sodden mess because of it. This exhibitionism would reach its peak when they went on a class field trip to a civil war museum two towns over. Neither girl had any interest in learning once again how the Northerners claimed victory. So instead they wondered off from the group and found a nice hilly area behind the museum, neatly tucked away. Although an open space, it was just private enough and void of another living soul.
"It's so beautiful out there," Brooke admired the view.
"It's more beautiful in here." Peyton slipped a hand down Brooke's jeans and massaged the damp spot in her panties. This chick got right down to business. "I wanted to mount you that whole bus ride. It feels like my creaming little slut was thinking the same."
"I'm your little slut forever, Peyton." Brooke's body tingled at the blonde's touch.
"I was this close to breaking and telling Haley all about your sweet little cunt." Peyton planted kisses on Brooke's neck and inhaled the scent of her wondrous perfume as she murmured. "It took every ounce of slut strength I have not to 'accidentally' flash her my panties. It was killing me; the urge to be thought of like you think of me, and touched down there like you touch me."
"I think Haley would have liked that."
"A little sneak at what I've got underneath?"
"Mm-hmm."
"You think she checks us out? Has fantasies about us and our pretty panties? Holding them... Sniffing them."
"How could she not?" Brooke shrugged and smirked with her trademark sexy swagger. "You put out some bait out and you're bound to get a bite."Peyton marinated in that thought.
"Guess what... I took her water bottle before we got off. Care to enjoy it with me?"
"And by enjoy, something tells me you don't just mean... quench our thirst?"
"Uh-uh."
"So what are you thinking?"
"Well," Peyton paused, hesitating to share this particular fetish but ultimately too drawn by the idea not to follow through. "That bus didn't have a toilet... and I'm busting to go."
"Oh my god." Shudders and shivers consumed Brooke from the very insinuation. "That's so wrong, Peyton. That's so... so..." Her struggle for words wasn't an indication of her disapproval. "I love it."
"It's hot, right?"
"So fucking hot."

Peyton suspected she could count on bestie to respond positively to this very niche kink. She dumped her bag and Haley's water bottle tumbled out from its insecure perch. She unscrewed the top and in a surprise move poured a good deal of its contents over Brooke, causing a shrew scream as the two began wrestling for the bottle amongst a fit of laughter. Eventually Peyton won and splashed the remaining H2O on Brooke's top; soaking it to reveal her perky puppies beneath.
"Let's get you naked. We wouldn't want you catching a cold, would we?" Peyton took it upon herself to strip the beautiful brunette and cop a few cheeky feels in the process. When she removed Brooke's frilly skirt she found her next surprise. "Oh, you little ho-bag. No bra and a thong! Who said you could dress like this today? Did I give you the say so? You know you need your mistress' permission."
"I'm sorry, mistress. I can't help it. I need everyone's eyes on me."
"When? When you bend over?" Peyton found the thought arousing to say the least. "You know what this means?"
"You're going to punish me?"
"Bingo. No misdeed goes unpunished when I'm around, B Davis." The girls loved role playing ownership and conversing as if the slave was a commodity. "Get down on the ground. Eat some fucking dirt and put your ass up. I have to decide whether you should be spanked or cornholed." Brooke followed the command diligently and felt her tiny g-string riding up between the lips of her cunt as she arched.
"Slip a finger in my asshole, mistress. Please."
"Shut your slutty little mouth. Did I ask you to speak?"
"Sorry, mistress."
"Ugh! There you go again... speaking without permission! How hard is that to understand? Be lucky we're not in my bedroom or your ass would be as red as my walls right now with you begging for mercy. You know what? Since I'm such a good friend, I'll answer your prayers and see what's going on with this tight chute of yours back here."

Peyton shimmied off her jeans and made herself comfortable behind Brooke on the turf. She ran her eyes Brooke's taut ass and thighs, rubbing herself through her panties as she thought of what to say and do next.
"Spread your ass, whore." Compliance made both girls dripping wet, and Brooke loved being the bottom as much as Peyton loved being the top. "Spread it," the blonde sternly reiterated. Brooke's thong was so paper-thin that her stretched sphincter did not go unseen, and Peyton's heart melted as her best buddy's caboose parted. "That's it, all the way. More. More. Good girl. Let that pretty little hole come out of hiding. You think you're a slut? You better show me how you gape." Peyton absentmindedly masturbated through her satin panties as Brooke's spreading maxed out. "Aw, look at that. It's so pretty. Who knew this sexy little butt hole could turn a girl on so much?" Peyton made herself comfortable and shoved her tongue down Brooke's tantalising tunnel, signalling the start of a rimjob to remember. She darted, licked, suckled, slurped, and feasted on her friend's tight o-ring. It was as if she were foraging inside her diminutive entry. One could marry it to a starved carnivore finally sinking its teeth into warm, succulent flesh. There she was: tossing this delicious salad with her face full of the peachiest, most delicious ass imaginable, and before Peyton's mind could even process it, she came. That feverish hand working her cunt had done its job. She buckled as the throes of ecstasy overcame her and on impulse her tongue lapped at Brooke's cunt while her nose prodded her asshole. Talk about lucky. An intense orgasm while your sensors are stuffed with the lady parts of the one and only Brooke Davis. It literally did not come any better than that.

With momentum still well and truly Peyton's way, she slipped a finger in her little pet's ass and followed that up with another two digits. Her tongue-lashing of Brooke's snatch was vigorous yet somehow still had this certain finesse to it, and the brunette's engorged clit was targeted beautifully. Brooke's moans and raw, visceral sounds of extreme pleasure made Peyton work harder, which in turn only amplified the velocity and ferocity of those angelic noises. Brooke cried out to be fucked harder time after time, and not once did Peyton let her down. She hit new strides as her machine-like hand relentlessly penetrated away. Brooke's cunt was now audibly wet. Sloshing.
"Come for me. Do it, slut. Come for me," Peyton urged, engulfed in her BFF's amazing pink hole. "Come for your mistress!"
"I will, mistress. I will."
"Tell me what you are."
"A dirty little bitch."
"And...?"
"A whore! I'm such a fucking whore." Brooke groaned breathlessly, edging closer to that familiar euphoria. To help her get there, an encouraged Peyton honed in her tongue for more of Brooke's tasty, winking asshole. And that wasn't all. She slapped, clenched and kneaded Brooke's perfectly-toned cheeks also – turning them red in no time. The tipping point was nigh. "I'm coming! I'M GONNA FUCKING EXPLODE, MISTRESS!" Off went the fireworks. The cheer captain's body convulsed and shook uncontrollably, while the second-in-command ass eater didn't relent. Cum squirted all over Peyton's neck and chest as she incised her tongue and fingers into her partner's trembling holes. When the quivering seized, Brooke collapsed onto the turf. She was unable to stay on all fours; reduced to a babbling mess.
"Here. Taste your ass." Peyton came up by her bestie's side and the two locked lips. When they broke, she put a hand down her throat and gagged on it to bring up a mouthful of slimy spit, which she let fall and run over Brooke's dainty face. To compound the filth, she rubbed it in everywhere – forehead to chin, cheekbone to cheekbone – until her cooperative little pet was a sloppy mess.
"Thank you, mistress," Brooke cooed.
"And look... you came all over me, didn't you?"

Brooke's eyes ran down Peyton's body much like her sticky girl juices literally did. Squirt streaked down her chest – a fucking glorious spectacle. A couple of kinky lasses like this knew how to deal with messes. The sub of the moment tenderly licked her sweetly-scented fluids off her ruler, making this little clean-up as erotic and mouth-watering as possible. She took her time and even emitted the cutest of light whimpers. Peyton's hands went back between her legs to fiddle her super-sensitive clit hood. Eager to serve and obey, Brooke licked all of the glazed cum from her knockout gal pal's sparkling flesh. The self-produced nectar was delectable and the perfect reward for a slutty slave like herself.
"Thank you, mistress," Brooke moaned softly, licking her lips – her eyes fluttering as the taste of squirt whisked her away. That turned Peyton on like mad, and she urged for her breasts to be taken care of by stuffing them in the stunner's face. Cupping and squeezing, sucking and licking; Brooke catered to every follicle of skin on her girlfriend's pert breasts and it did wonders. Barely sixty seconds of breast play later and Peyton was approaching that sweet relief.
"Kiss me. Kiss me." Peyton shuddered as the orgasm closed in, her hand wanking furiously now. Brooke abided the request and the duo met lips with a spine-tingling intensity, with the brunette crashing down on top of her and caressing her svelte body – almost molesting it. Peyton winced and squealed into her bosom buddy's mouth as an intense burst overcame her. Orgasms were elevated when Brooke was near, and it wasn't just because of her incredibly good looks. Their lifelong friendship and instinctive, mutual call to turn that close bond into something so overtly raunchy and erotic and personal as this sent their hormones into overdrive.

The girls smooched for a bit before deciding to tidy themselves up and rejoin their class.. A simple matter was to be taken care of first, however; matters which Peyton normally reserved for the girls room. Brooke wasn't prepared for this. She had no clue she would even have to be prepared. That watching a gorgeous girl pee would excite her so much. Squatting with legs spread, toes on the earth and heels in the air that met her ass, Peyton let flow her stream of golden goodness into Haley's water bottle. It filled up in no time. Her bladder clearly needed this release.
"What did you think of that?" Peyton asked her curious friend as her stream went to a trickle and then a drip.
"Wow," Brooke hardly believed or comprehended how erotic a sight it was. "Why was that so hot?" she chuckled in amazement.
"I'll tell you what's hot: if I poured it over your pussy, B Davis... and you got yourself off." Brooke surrendered her lady parts in a heartbeat. If Peyton were in politics her approval ratings would be immaculate. 100%. She was grateful for the permission and fortune to come again under the rule of her mistress, and to do so with the sweet, warm piss of another? It was transcending.
"Soak that pussy. Oh, my god, yes." Ladies and gentleman: introducing a defining point in Brooke's decorated masturbating career.
"It's so cute... your pink little hole drowning in my dirty pee-pee," Peyton gleamed. She even pressed the neck of the bottle between her pet's luscious lips, making direct contact with her juicy cunt as it cascaded down her perineum and to her sweet asshole. "Feels good, doesn't it?"
"Yes!" Brooke squealed. Everything about this pleasure felt otherworldly. TIMBEEEEERRR! She came and didn't stop there. Frantically rubbing away, Brooke came again a minute later – this time with Peyton slurping at her slit in all its salty glory. Peyton the Piss Puppy: tasting herself and breaking all the boundaries.
"Okay... now we should get back." As she put the stamp on their impromptu little sexcapade getaway, urine dripped from Peyton's chin. Brooke had to wonder what other unorthodox sex acts this girl had a subscription for...

END OF CHAPTER 3

Hello my readers and smutty followers. Thanks for checking out the update. Should the motivation to write stick around, you'll see a lot more from me than in recent months. I have a couple other 'projects in progress' you could say. Is there anything you particularly liked about this chapter? Feel free to be specific and share some sexy commentary on Breyton – an obsession of mine which shall never cease.