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Authors: Symone Craven

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Denise giggles and peeks
out her window. “No,” she says. “There’s not a single panty on the
tree. It’s unusually quiet tonight.”


Awesome,” Mitch replies.
“I’m making sure to mark my calendars so I can schedule their daily
beatings for the year.

Denise rolls her eyes.
“Whatever… Will you come over now?” Denise purrs into the phone.
“I’ve been horny since the bleachers.”


I’ll be there soon,” Mitch
says. “Stop nagging me.”


Okay,” Denise says, taking
offense to his attitude. “But, when you come over can you do
something sexy for me?”


Anything,” he replies,
sounding more enthused.


I’ll make sure the doors
are unlocked,” she says. “And I’ll be in bed, naked. Maybe I’ll be
asleep. Maybe I won’t be. Either way I want you to be hard and
ready, so that way when you come to bed you can just have me.
However you want.”

Mitch whistles. “You’re
on,” he says. “I’ll be there by midnight.” Then, he hangs
up.

Lonnie’s feelings for
Denise are growing strong, and when she takes off her shirt and
lets her breasts hang freely, he’s overcome with the urge to bust
through the closet and seize the moment. But why ruin the moment?
Denise massages her breasts as she looks out the window. She
glances down at the empty and can’t help but feel sad that the tree
looks so barren and depressing. Every year, Denise’s had a front
row seat to Nick and Bobby’s antics, running in and out of the
house with as many panties as they could retrieve. She snickers
thinking about it. It’s always been an amusing thing, the strange
fascination that boys have with girls. She wonders why they never
stop to smell or examine the panties to see if they’ve been
properly worn in. Maybe it has nothing to do with that, which, in
her mind, seems like a senseless prank. She could understand the
perverse appeal of a freshly worn thong or a pair of boy shorts.
But what’s fun about a pair of Walmart panties with the tag still
on them? She shrugs it off and decides to go to bed. After Denise
takes one final look at herself in the mirror, she turns off the
lights and hops onto the king-sized mattress. It’s on the other
side of the room and right in front of the closet.

Denise’s eyes are closed;
her long lashes flutter. Her lips slightly parted, she reaches down
and pulls her panties down over her thighs. Opening her legs, she
gives Lonnie a view of her voluptuous body. The streetlights from
outside pour through the window, illuminating just enough of her
for Lonnie to appreciate. With an arm over her head, Denise closes
her eyes again, her finger walking down toward her pussy. Her
blonde patch of lustrous curls crown her fleshy pussy lips, folds
of purple labia folding neatly around her slit She arches her back
as she penetrates herself. Her thighs rub together, and she bites
her bottom lip as her fingers are quickly coated with her juice.
She rolls around the bed, euphoric and in need of a good position.
She finally decides to lie on her stomach, the round moons of her
ass rising in the air as she fucks herself. Then, she turns back
around, continuing this dance as she plays with her pussy and
clit.

Lonnie moans to himself,
peeling away the front of his drain pipe pants to let his penis
swell with blood. He strokes himself to a solid girth, pre-come
dripping from his tip and lubricating his stroke. There’s no
turning back for him now. He needs to have her but he doesn’t know
when to make his move. Lonnie wants to make her come. He wants to
taste her while she climaxes. Now is the time, when she’s prime and
ready for her desires to be fulfilled. Lonnie sneaks out of the
closet, moving gingerly through the shadows towards the bed.
Surprisingly he doesn’t make a noise, and the sound of him stroking
his penis is stifled by the sound of her wet pussy, her fingers
swimming through her cream. He stands over her now, the blue
moonlight painting his body. He continues to rub his cock while he
watches her.

Denise’s tits jiggle as she
fucks her pussy. Her fingers rub her clit, slowly at first until
she gradually increases speed. She bites her bottom lip so she
doesn’t moan too loudly, but she can’t help it. Denise thinks of
her nightly lover creeping through the dark. It’s always excited
her to feel like she’s being completely taken. Her pussy moistens
at the thought, whispering “Come to Me” in the dark, enticing her
fantasy lover to pounce.

Suddenly, Denise feels a
wet mouth drape around her nipple. She moans as he gently sucks on
her, every now and then biting into her nipples until she can’t
help but squeal. She keeps her eyes closed, enjoying the strange
touch of someone she can’t see, someone different. But, it occurs
to Denise that Mitch is touching her in a way that she hasn’t felt
since she started dating him. His mouth is warm and curious. His
bite is playful, sinking his teeth into her breasts and stomach.
Then, she feels his lips clinging to her clit, the hood slightly
pulled back as he teases her bulb with his tongue. She cries out.
Denise reaches for him, but then she freezes. Mitch’s hair is cut
short to his scalp. But the boy in between her legs has long, thick
hair. Denise opens her eyes and sits up.


Who the hell are you?” She
asks, turning on a lamp beside the bed. When Lonnie emerges from
her pussy, his handsome face shiny with her come, Denise’s eyes
light up. “You’re that guy from the quad,” she says. “You were
fighting Mitch.”

Lonnie wipes her come from
his face. “And I would’ve won too if it wasn’t for you,” he replies
with playful sarcasm.

Denise blushes. “I’m
sorry,” she says. “I really didn’t mean to get you punched.” She
sighs. “He really can act like a big asshole sometimes.”

Lonnie smirks. “Tell me
about it,” he says. Then, he grabs her softly by the chin and their
eyes meet. “But, we don’t have to think about him tonight.” He
reaches out for her breast and sucks on her nipple. ‘Let me please
you. I’ll make you a very happy girl.” Lonnie leans in and kisses
her. His lips are soft and full, big enough to swallow her whole.
Denise likes the feeling, and together they share an aggressive
kiss. As they make out, Denise helps Lonnie pull off his sweater
and remove his pants. His fingers travel to her clit, rubbing its
bulbous, wet surface while she strokes his cock. Denise then pins
him down on the bed. She crawls on top of his face, dancing on top
of his face as she wraps her hands around his shaft. Lonnie reaches
for her thighs, pushing her pussy down onto his mouth. Lonnie’s
lips cling to her clit. Sucking on her clitoris, Lonnie handles her
pussy in a way that drives her insane. She moans as she rocks her
hips back and forth, savoring every bit of his mouth at
work.

Denise bends over and
kisses Lonnie’s cock, her lips spreading to accommodate his girth.
Lonnie moans as he feels his cock disappear inside of her mouth. He
wants to see it but doesn’t want to waste another moment. He
continues to lap up her sweetness, while she returns the favor.
He’s long enough to gag on. And thick. His head is slender, the
perfect shape and size for her pussy. She doesn’t know how she got
into this situation, but she isn’t the type to question it.
 Her pussy’s gushing under Lonnie’s lick, and she’s eager to
see what he can do with his cock. She kisses his balls, licking
each one until they’re wet with her spit. Lonnie’s body jerks as
she sucks his cock. He performs with the same fervor, his tongue
wagging on her clit until he can feel her pussy throb. As she cries
out, she gushes into Lonnie’s hungry mouth.   

Denise crawls towards
Lonnie’s cock. She lowers herself on top of him, moaning as his
cock fills her up. Lonnie moans, admiring the perfect view of her
ass, the beautiful details of her curvy back. He holds onto her
hips as she leans forward and begins to slam her pussy against his
dick. “Yeah, Denise,” he moans. “Give me your pussy. Every inch.”
He holds her hips still and drives his cock deeper inside her
flesh, pumping shockwaves of unbridled pleasure through her body.
When Lonnie gyrates his hips, fondling her breasts as she rides
him, Denise moans. Her mind is awash in euphoria. She leans against
him, unable to contain herself. He squeezes her nipples, the
sensations rippling through her. Suddenly Denise climaxes, pussy
muscles tightening around his cock. He bucks his hips, with the
carnal urge to rip through her body. He comes hard, his body and
mind going numb. Come coats her pussy canal, leaving her feeling
creamed and satisfied.

Denise and Lonnie lie in
bed for a while, until he asks her for a favor.


Anything,” she says. “I do
owe you for getting punched.”

Lonnie smiles and strokes
her face. “It was worth it,” he replies. “Anyway, for prank night,
it’d be great if I can get as much underwear as you have.” When
Denise gives him an odd look, he smiles widely. “For my friends,”
he says. “So they don’t get pushed around this year.”

Denise rolls her eyes.
“God, Mitch is such a creep.” She crosses her arms and relaxes
against the pillow. “It was fun for a while but now he’s just
annoying. I wish we could get him back somehow…”

Lonnie laughs. “I think we
just did.” Then, he jumps out of bed. “Mitch and Kenny’ll be here
soon.” Denise slips out of bed. Together they put on their clothes.
Then, she opens her panty drawer. “Damn,” she says. “All of my
thongs and stuff are in the laundry.” She turns around and notices
Lonnie fishing through the hamper. He plucks out any piece of
underwear he could find: Bikini bottoms, classic white briefs,
thongs, hip huggers, bras, and garters. “Help me,” he says to her.
His voice is muffled behind the pile of underwear he carries in his
arms.

Denise rolls her eyes. As
she approaches she slows down. “Why are you taking these?” She
asks. “Don’t you smell them?”

Lonnie shrugs. “They smell
good,” he replies.

She giggles. “You really
think so?” She asks.


Hell yes. They smell like
pussy. What’s better than that?” Although she can’t see his face,
she can hear him taking big whiffs of out his mountain of soiled
panties. And Lonnie isn’t pulling her leg, mind you. “There’s
nothing better than smelling the sex and sweat that emanates from
an used pair of panties.”

She grows wet hearing him
say that, hearing someone admire her scent. “You’re so weird,” she
tells him. Failing to conceal her growing interest in him, Denise
takes some of his load and together they leave her room and head
downstairs.

As they scurry out of
Chestnut Hall, leaving a trail of underwear behind them, Lonnie
couldn’t help but wonder where Nick and Bobby had gone. When they
make it outside, they stand in front of the tree, both speechless
as to why not even a sock is hanging from its branches.


What do you think might
have happened to them?” She asks.

Lonnie can only shrug in
bewilderment. “They were with me when I came in,” he says. Then, he
looks around. “Maybe they got spooked. I wouldn’t be surprised if
Mitch has something to do with it too.”

In fact, Mitch has
everything to do with it.

Behind the Oakberry
Gymnasium, cheerleaders Alice and Heidi blow pink bubbles out of
their chewing gum. Alice’s face is nearly buried in her phone while
Heidi stretches on the grassy field. She unfolds her limber body
into a full split, then grabs her rear foot. It effortlessly rests
on top of her head, her elegant neck craned back to make them
touch. “When will they be here?” She asks. “I’m getting
bored.”


No need to whine,” she
hears him say. “The Reagan Brothers have arrived.”

Elated, Alice looks up from
her phone. When she sees Mitch, she jumps on top of him and plants
him with a kiss. “God, what took you so long?” She asks. “We
skipped geometry and Spanish waiting for you guys.”

Mitch carries her onto the
grass and playfully throws her down against its soft surface. “And
we skipped astronomy and shop class to grab these.” Stuffed into
the back of his pants, he pulls out a bottle of whiskey. Kenny
follows suit, reaching into his jacket pocket for baby bottles of
Captain Morgan. The girls squeal. “God,” Heidi says. “I’ve been
waiting for excitement all day.” She brings her legs together, but
the damage has been done. Kenny gazes at her petite body, her
strong sculpted arms and legs. He plops down beside her and hands
her a bottle of rum. While the pair begins to party, Mitch falls on
top of Alice and kisses her. Kenny grabs the whiskey from him and
opens it up.


Speaking of excitement,”
Kenny says. “Why don’t we play a game?”


What kind of game?” Heidi
asks.


Truth or dare.”

Alice breaks away from
Mitch. “I’ll play,” she says. “I love that game!”

Heidi and Kenny finish off
their bottles of rum easily, while Mitch and Alice still work on
their whiskey. They’ve so far covered the amateur basics of Truth
or Dare, the highlight of which is when Heidi dares Alice to show
off her pair of perfect breasts, at least according to Mitch. “Best
titties in the world,” he says, letting the whiskey dull his
censor. “Little nipples. Not too big. Just perfect.” He reaches
over and begins to bite on her nipple.

Alice laughs nervously,
pushing him off. Out of the corner of her eyes, she can see Kenny’s
ogling gaze boring through her. She pushes down her black-and-gray
bustier, snatching the near-empty bottle of whiskey from Mitch’s
grip. “Okay it’s Kenny’s turn,” she says.

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