With a certain exquisitely detailed dildo

Heather was out of her element. Naked and rubbing herself while she sat next to two other girls rutting with the ease (and enthusiasm) of old lovers, sure. But still. It put the, she realized, limited expanse of her carnal knowledge in perspective.

"Do something? Like... like...?"

She was surprised she considered it at all, since the idea had never crossed her mind before. But not yet. A little longer to think about it.

Five minutes, she thought as she launched herself off the bed. Five minutes to decide.

“Come on, Ravers,” Hannah hissed through grit teeth while slamming into her best friend and ex.

Or ex and best friend? Heather wondered over the dresser, the treasure trove. Which relationship takes precedence there?

“You could stop!” Heather snapped. There! At the top of the pile!

“I could,” laughed Hannah, “but I– oooh! Good choice!”

This is so weird, a distant part of Taylor's brain whispered beneath the natural symphony of sex. Zack was plowing her deep and fast, filling all the best parts of her anatomy. How did he know so well what she liked? She would have to reward him somehow...

And so, so good! cheered the rest of her as an opportunity “arose” between her lips. It didn't seem possible, but she was sucking her little brother's dick while he was fucking her! She wanted Zack to know how much she appreciated their bond at this very second. Not one more whimper, one purr, one scream would be wasted in the air. She caught them in her mouth, harnessed and hummed them back through his dick before they came out his (second?) dick again in her pussy. They created a cycle of love, of giving and taking in equal measure. This is what family does for each other.

“Holy shit.” Hannah gaped as Taylor slobbered all over the lifelike dildo. Heather fed it into her mouth, letting Taylor fuck it with her face, but soon the older girl wrapped both hands around it and took complete control. Whatever she'd been dreaming about in the car, an oral element to it had clearly been satisfied. “That's some quick thinking, Ravers.”

Heather had never been this turned on in her life, and the thought made her anxious. Did she like girls? Like, really like girls? Or did she just like sex? And it was seeing sex, being this close to sex, even if it was just girls involved, that was making her so, so...

“Heather.”

Hannah could see the doubt on Heather's face. She'd seen it before on the faces of a dozen girls just like Heather.

“Heather, this isn't meant as anything more than, urgh, than a demonstration,” she grunted while the thick black strap-on pistoned in and out of the girl splayed beneath her. “You're only a-a-a-as involved as you're comfortable with, and if you want to step outside, there's, mmmm, no shame.”

Heather shook her head. Deep breaths, now. Learning experience. Learning experience... The words became a mantra for her, and she sat down on the bed again with her legs folded under her. She blushed but returned Hannah's smile as she brought one hand between her legs.

“And on that note,” Hannah added, “we've got another one of those dildos in the drawer if you want a little help.” She nodded at Taylor, who had been silenced to the occasional mewling slurp. “Personally, I agree with Taylor's review.”