Lady Lessons Part Six: The Guest of Honor

Charlotte Stokely, Abby Cross and Lola Foxx have been running a bet for months—who can fuck the most girls before anyone catches on. Abby sits dead last and still grins like she already won. Veronica kept her busy and put up one hell of a fight, but high-school tail is where the real points rack up. Tonight the three of them squeeze into a borrowed house with an ocean view, the ultimate stage for Lola’s annual blow-out. Lola slips into one of Adriana’s dresses, eyes already locked on Charlotte’s latest project, wondering who Aubrey will end up begging for first. While Aubrey’s still en route they kill time swapping filthy stories about weak spots and wet panties. When the front door finally opens Aubrey steps in wearing her private-school uniform rolled up at the hem, pretending she showed up for a lame college rager. She has no idea these three have her planned as tonight’s final exam. Aubrey’s mouth is fast, her hands faster, and within minutes Charlotte has her backed against the kitchen island proving she already knows what buttons to push. The other two drop onto the couch and shove their fingers between their legs, stroking hard as they watch. It doesn’t take long before Lola and Abby crawl across the floor to get a taste for themselves. Tongues slide over bare skin; legs hook over shoulders; someone laughs low when Charlotte teaches Aubrey the right rhythm to make another girl shake. They rotate—Lola sucking on small, tight nipples while Abby eats Aubrey from behind, Charlotte’s hand buried in Abby’s hair to keep control. The air smells like sweat and expensive perfume and the unmistakable tang of young, excited pussy. Aubrey’s the one who lines them up next—three smooth, glistening cunts presented at perfect height for her eager mouth. She laps, sucks, moans against each one until Charlotte finally shoves her onto her back and straddles her face. Abby and Lola crawl up on either side and spread her open, fingers teasing the slick, untouched folds they haven’t claimed yet. When all three mouths start working on her at once—Aubrey arches hard, breath catching on ragged sobs of pleasure. She comes so violently her vision whites out. When she can stand, she grabs her bag, mumbles something about curfew, and slips out the door on shaking legs, the taste of all three women still thick on her tongue. The bet goes on.