The Consequences Of Dressing Like A Slut

Lauren Phillips leaned back in her chair, voice low like she was telling a secret. "She's been coming downstairs dressed like trouble. I mean, dressed for trouble. You can see everything through those little crop tops, Summer." Her friend Summer Hart sat there, quiet at first, twisting the straw in her drink. "Well," Summer finally said, "maybe she needs a demonstration. So she knows what that looks like when the clothes come off." Lauren raised an eyebrow. It wasn't subtle but fuck, it was a plan. Summer went to Aria's room that afternoon, closing the door behind her with a sharp click. She didn't waste time. She took off her top, unhooked her bra, and let her big tits spill out. "This is what you're doing to them," Summer said, reaching for her. "They get ideas. They want to touch." Aria stood frozen, eyes moving over Summer's body. Summer kissed her slow, slid her hand into Aria's shorts, fingers tracing the wet spot on her panties. "This," Summer whispered. "This is where it ends up." Then the door creaked open. Lauren walked in. No knocking. No mercy. She kicked off her shoes, pulled her shirt over her head, and stepped right up to the both of them. Lauren grabbed Summer by the hips, pulled her close, and her mouth went to Aria's neck—hot, open kisses, teeth scraping. Aria shivered. Lauren cupped her stepdaughter's tit, squeezed, then pinched her nipple hard enough to make her gasp. Summer dropped to her knees, tugged Aria's shorts down, and started licking—slow at first, tongue sliding up the slit, dipping in, then circling that swollen clit. Lauren didn't stand still. She kissed Aria, deep, tongues sliding, while she shoved her own jeans to the floor and spread her legs open. She grabbed Aria by the back of her head and guided her between her thighs. "Show her, baby," Lauren growled. Aria licked her, tongue flicking Lauren's clit, tasting every inch. Summer stood, spun Aria around, bent her over the bed, and buried her tongue in her asshole, licking deep while fingering her pussy. Aria moaned, muffled against Lauren's wet cunt. Lauren gripped the sheets, thighs shaking, coming hard and loud—head thrown back, sweat on her tits. Then she leaned forward and started licking Summer's pussy, face pressed between her legs, while Summer kept Aria wide open and dripping. They switched. Aria on her back, legs spread, Summer riding her face, tits bouncing as Lauren licked her from asshole to clit, dragging her tongue over every inch. Aria came fast, legs twitching, cunt pulsing around Lauren's fingers, clit throbbing under her tongue. No one's left the room untouched. Every mouth, every hole, slick and satisfied. The lesson left marks.