The Hedges Pt. 05.2

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The Hedges, Part 5.2
Taylor is Distracted
Taylor couldn't concentrate in class all morning. Her thoughts ran between the high of her little lesbo encounter with Janie and her mom's breakdown that interrupted it. Thankfully mom didn't press her on it at breakfast. But Janie wasn't at school this morning for the Chemistry exam, either. She was confused, aroused and scared. Parents can be so stupid. So when she got the text from Janie it made her all the more disturbed: [Want to chill with me and Sam this afternoon?]
[duh, yeah] Not sure what this was about, but had to look cool with it.
[Your house at 2, OK? Use your senior privileges to skip]
[OK] she'd replied, nervous. Why meet at her house?
Janie had responded so coolly to her mom's barging in on them last night. Her friend had thrown on her dress and quietly listened to the story of what her dad had done and known just what to say to console them both. But Taylor stayed angry at her parents for not getting along. The tension in the last year had been awful.
Then her mom texted her to come home to talk at the same time and Taylor gritted her teeth and walked the streets from school to home both seething and worried. And why was Sam going to be there? She'd confessed too much last night herself. She never was good at thinking through complicated things. Like chemistry, which, she reminded herself, was how Janie got involved in the first place.
Taylor hurried and arrived home in under twenty minutes, breathless. Her mom was waiting in the kitchen with a big glass of iced tea, her favorite, laced with honey and ginger. Janie was there in her school clothes, sitting at the table. And Sam, oh my, Sam, the tall, built, wet dream she'd had since 10th grade, was standing by the counter, smiling at her.
Mom looked remarkably at ease compared to the morning. She sat erect and smiling, patted the stool at her side, said, "Sit by me, child, we've got a lot to share with you." Taylor sat, perplexed.
"Last night," began mom, "was a trainwreck. I'm so sorry I interrupted you and Janie."
"We were just...uh..."
"It's OK, child. I want you to find your sexual self without judgement. I know I haven't set a good example - I'm so repressed and all. But don't be embarrassed about what you two were doing. Before this morning I might have been appalled, but I think differently now."
Taylor looked from one to the other of the group, puzzled. Did Sam know what she's talking about? He must. Oh God. That's worse than mom knowing. He was looking at her appraisingly, though kindly. He smiled at her nervous gaze, his corded arms drawing her eye. His jeans did nothing to hide that his equipment was ample. Her eyes darted all over his body and inside she began to tingle.
"So," mom said, laying a hand on her shoulder, "Janie has an idea that can help all of us, you, me and your father, to get back into balance. I'm fairly convinced it's worth a try and I'd like Janie to tell you her plan."
Taylor looked at them all speechless.
Janie rose and said, "come with me to your room and I'll explain." The girl followed her friend down the stairs, dropping her bookbag at the bottom and losing her shoes, the habits helping with her nerves. Janie patted the couch for her to sit. She remembered the last time they were on this couch, naked and sweaty. The memory of Janie's flavor welled up.
In the kitchen, Denise asked Sam about college. She couldn't think of anything else. Just an hour before he and Janie had returned and she met the strapping young man for the first time. He was a good head and a half taller than the women and twice as thick, muscled and lean. His presence filled the living room where he stood politely as Janie confirmed that Denise was on board with the plan, had no second thoughts.
When he stripped off his t-shirt and jeans Denise felt a surge of lust and a pang of regret. He wasn't for her. And her condition meant that she couldn't ride him like she wanted to do, a thought that yesterday would have made her close down in shame. His abs were lightly furred, he trimmed his pubes short, something she'd never seen, and like his sister, was so comfortable naked that it disarmed her, too.
She swallowed. "Janie assures me that you'll be gentle with Taylor. I'll have to kill you and myself, too, if this goes badly."
"Mrs. G, I understand the situation. I was taught to put each person's pleasure, with consent and full engagement, as the first goal of lovemaking. keçiören escort The first time is special and though it always gets better with practice, it doesn't need to be clumsy and awkward. You and Janie'll be there to make sure."
"Taylor's on the pill, by the way," Denise said more to reassure herself. And she realized that she'd put her on the pill because she knew that sex was inevitable for her daughter and wanted to protect her. But from what? If she thought about it, it had more to do with not having to deal with the shame and hard decisions of an unwanted pregnancy than the idea that it made her free to explore and find pleasure in the world. Here was a chance to put the emphasis on pleasure and freedom.
"May I, uh, touch your, well, your 'package'," Denise said, gesturing at his half-hard cock, about the same shade of red as herself now. "I should know what's going into my daughter."
His cock was heavy in her palm, velvety and warm, the uncut foreskin sliding loose, clean. He was thicker than Ken she couldn't help but note, though about as long. One thing she missed about screwing Ken properly was how deep he got. She'd have to convince Kenny this was a good idea, but she'd think about that later. And he didn't need to know right away that his precious Taylor was being deflowered this afternoon in her own bed. Sam's erection had throbbed to full mast in her hand as she squeezed and stroked it, thinking of what uses it could be put to, hoping her daughter would understand that she wanted the best for her.
"I guess you'd better put your pants back on," Denise sighed, reluctantly letting him go. "Taylor'll be home any time now."
And now she was chatting with the boy about his sociology class and drinking iced tea like nothing was about to happen. They heard an excited, "WHAT!!" from Taylor downstairs, then nothing for a while. Was her daughter taking the idea well?
Denise remembered how her first time had been a fumbled and quick rut in her boyfriend's van one night after a Red Hot Chili Peppers concert. They'd driven all the way to Boston. She'd been a little high and a little scared, determined to get beyond pleasuring herself to the 'real thing' even though she knew the guy wouldn't last. It was more a get-it-over-with effort than a satisfying sexual milestone, a defy-the-parents acting out, not for herself, really. Maybe this would make Taylor's life better, make up for her not knowing how to teach her about sex. So much in her was tied up, dried up. Maybe Janie was right and the solution to her physical problem was to get right with the emotional and mental parts of her that never had really been balanced.
Janie called, "OK, come down, please." An awkward moment as each deferred to the other at the top of the stairs, then Denise went down, finding Taylor wide-eyed and biting her lip on the couch. When Sam stepped into the room behind her, Taylor looked about to faint. Denise handed her the glass of tea she'd absent-mindedly carried with her and sat at her side, giving her a firm hug. They exchanged glances and Denise knew Taylor was nervous but ready.
"I'll be right here, baby," she said, kissing the top of her daughter's head. "I want you to lose your virginity to a good guy."
"Oh, no," said Janie, "don't think of it that way. She's not losing anything, she's claiming her feminine..."
"Owning her womanhood," added Sam.
"...yes, claiming her place in the world of the Earth Mother," continued Janie.
"Oh, I wish it had been taught to me that way," lamented Denise. Her happy place seemed like a remnant of the world Janie described. Maybe she could make it real for Taylor, not a fantasy.
Sam knelt in front of Taylor and took her fluttering hands. "I've always wanted to get to know you better, Taylor. I like your look. Not too many girls can accessorize those school uniforms so tastefully. The rules don't give you much scope, but you've done well."
Tears came to the girl's eyes. Somebody noticed!
"You said something to your crew at lunch one day last year about how you like the environments in Breath of the Wild. Me, too. I didn't know you well enough to talk then. Maybe we can get into that later." Taylor's heart opened. This jock-carpenter with marble biceps liked the same video games as her?
"OK," she squeaked. She wasn't even going to bother trying to think this through. Way too complicated.
"I told Taylor we'd only do what she's comfortable with," said Janie, "and that to start Sam and I should be naked. You two can take off your clothes when you're ready. Or ask one of us to."
Standing in front of the couch, the Hedges siblings then just casually shucked what few garments they were wearing, revealing tanned and tight bodies. Their comfort with being naked together made it clear that some of those rumors about the family must be true. Naked at home. More than naked? When Janie grasped Sam's thickening member that question keçiören escort bayan was pretty decisively answered. Denise didn't want to think about all that implied about her neighbors. Not yet.
"So Taylor, you told me this'll be the first penis you've handled. Let me show you a few basics. Porn skips over this stuff."
The girl hefted the shaft as it grew, pointing it up, down and sideways. "See how it flexes at the base even when it's hard? The balls are soft now, but they'll pull up tight later." She pulled Sam by the cock closer to the couch, bringing him dick-to-eye with Taylor. He smiled benignly down, hands on hips.
"Also, they drip. See this?" she asked, pointing at the glistening drop at the tip. "It'll come out clear for a while, but later it gets cloudy." Her fingers gripping the shaft were already shiny in spots. "You'll want to get used to the taste so, if you like, you can take a little lick of the clear stuff first. It's not as intense a flavor. It's useful in foreplay."
Denise saw her daughter's rapt attention on the boy's member, but also how she'd pressed herself back into the couch as Janie brought it closer. "Like this," she said and leaned over to swipe that drop away with her tongue, savoring the sweet, sour, astringent fluid.
"Mom!" said Taylor. Mind officially blown, she thought.
"You develop a taste for it eventually. Remember how you hated ginger at first? Now it's your favorite."
This close to her face, Taylor marveled at how fat and shiny Sam's cockhead was. She took her time observing the tight skin, the textured rim of the corona, how the foreskin had been pulled tight as the shaft extended. That cute little slit oozed another clear drop and she took the plunge, darting her tongue and licking it up. She closed her eyes and felt it burn. Kind of like intense pineapple juice and salt. Well, maybe like the rush she learned to get from Indian food, she'd grow to crave this, too.
"Mmm, sharp," she said. "Can I take off my top?"
"Of course," said Janie, "this is your day."
Denise leaned over and whispered, "Can I take off mine, too?" hands already at the hem of her sundress.
"OK," Taylor'd seen her mom in her underwear plenty. Between the women of the house they'd shared some clothes, being close in size, and had fun trying things on at the GAP. But she was surprised when her mom slid to her knees and yanked up the dress to show herself without any bra or panties. Who was this woman? Now she was the only one dressed, so she unbuttoned quickly and threw off the white starched school blouse. Last night's encouraging words from Janie about her breasts made her feel better about popping off the bra, too. She let her girls go free, resisting the impulse to bring her arms across them.
"You are two beautiful women," said Sam. "Remind me of Greek statues. Goddesses, both of you."
Taylor glowed. Someone who liked rounder girls! She hadn't imagined it possible. And her mom looked really good. Full bodied, but firm, smooth. She was so glad she had her mom's build now, especially the legs. Taylor's insecurities were melting.
Sam stood, hard all over, brown all over, a sheen of sweat all over, with two women kneeling at his sides, another seated, her mouth shooting distance from his pulsing cock. His sister's scheme seemed to be working.
"Now," said Janie, taking his shaft in hand again, cradling his slack balls in the other, "if a young guy hasn't had an orgasm recently it's hard, no pun intended, to keep him from coming with not a whole lot of stimulation." She stroked him and another thick ooze seeped from his tip. Sam was breathing hard. "But you can make sure he's got some stamina if you plan for a second round. It's good to talk about these things in advance."
"Do you want to see him come?" asked Denise, eager to see it herself. Even if she couldn't screw this boy, she was really enjoying the lesson.
"Well, let me think," Taylor closed her eyes. "It sounds like that's what you're suggesting." Things were moving kind of quickly. These other two had a lot more experience. Her panties were getting wet and it felt like ants on her body which wanted to do something, but she wasn't sure what. While the others waited and Sam dripped, she wriggled out of her skirt and panties, leaving the knee socks.
"Oh, I like that look, Taylor," said Sam. "Can you keep on the socks?"
She felt so sexy! So this is what that's like, Taylor thought. "Let me get up, please." And Sam backed up with the other two women close beside. Taylor stood and kept her shoulders back and butt out, feeling the thrill of the gaze of a hungry man on her nude for the first time. She ran her hands down her body, following the swell of her breasts and hips, bringing her hands to her mound and pressing, clutching a fistful of pubes, shivering. Her sex glowed and got slick. Moving her legs she felt the labia slip as they swelled. They sent her brain a steady message escort keçiören of wanting, itching with desire for that fat cock right there. Her focus narrowed, instincts rising.
"You look so good, Taylor, "said Sam. "I can't wait to touch you." This made her insides melt.
"Sam," she breathed, "will you sit on the couch." He did and the three took positions where his hips rode at the edge of the cushions, Taylor between his thighs, Janie and her mom on each side. Looking at the other women, Taylor said, "I guess it's best to make him cum once before I get to have sex with him."
"Looks like my girl doesn't need much encouragement now." said Denise proud and abashed, holding Sam's cock upright, getting his ooze on her fingers as she gently tugged it. Taylor leaned in and licked the underside, lapping up the wetness, leaving her own.
"Now, as I said, he won't last long if we keep playing with him like this, but that's OK," said Janie.
"Grrrr," affirmed Sam, rolling his hips involuntarily.
"Fortunately, his refractory time is pretty short. You won't get that in an older guy, but they'll last longer the first time anyway."
Denise wondered how she knew that, beginning to imagine Janie's family was wilder than even the rumors suggested. And she leaned down and took Sam's dripping knob in her mouth, running her tongue around the rim. Popping off of him, she offered the purple organ to Taylor, smiling conspiratorially.
Taylor took a deep breath and slowly moved down to touch her mouth to the tip, eyes questioning at her mom, who nodded. Her tongue darted to taste, then she parted her lips and felt him press in. Wider and wider her jaws spread as her lips stretched. She paused before the crown to catch her breath and swallow. It was so big!
"You probably don't want to take a mouthful of jizz the first time. That takes practice, too. By the way, swallowing isn't any kind of a mandatory thing. Some guys like it sometimes, but you can do whatever you want with his stuff. Or not." Janie felt alright speaking for Sam. It seemed like they made a good team.
"Notice how he's shaking and his toes are curling? He's breathing hard now. You've got him most of the way there," Janie said, running a hand over his chest. "See, his nipples get hard just like ours? He likes you to play with them."
Denise took a nipple in her teeth and licked the little knot of erect flesh. Sam's hips rose to push his organ at Taylor's mouth, pressing the crown beyond her lips. He felt some teeth, as expected. He'd show her how to avoid that another time. Heat and wet covered his knob and the fingers of two women encircled the shaft, squeezing randomly, slipping in the mess there.
"I'm close," he warned.
"See his balls tighten up?" said Janie, "You'll learn all the signs and know how to modulate so you guys can edge as you get more experienced." She saw Sam's eyes go unfocused and his head arch back. Taylor pulled her mouth from him then dropped over the knob again.
Taylor couldn't get her jaws any wider, but she wanted to, hoped she was doing it right. Suddenly there was a gush of hot fluid against her tongue and she drew back, Sam's pulsing cock following, spewing a rope of white that splattered her cheek. She laughed, delighted. Look what I did! she thought.
Denise leaned in and got her mouth over Sam's head and took a shot on the teeth, jerking his shaft to bring more. He groaned and rose up, his cock arched and spraying his seed across his stomach and chest in thick lines. Up on the balls of his feet, ass off the couch, he shot again, shuddered and shot again, groaning through clenched teeth. As his thrusts weakened and his spending lessened, he sagged back to the couch, arm over his face, smiling.
Fascinated, Taylor watched his balls go slack again.
"That was beautiful, Taylor. Thank you so much. Well done," he sighed, breathing in gusts, "Whooo!"
"Yes, very well done," echoed Janie, patting her on the back, standing. Taylor glowed with pride and felt so very relaxed about being naked with them all, a handsome man splayed before her covered in his own jism, waiting for her first time. The room reeked of spunk and pussy, an intriguing aroma, thick and sharp. She was wired and eager now, feeling the pulse as her sex clenched, impatient. Her breathing stayed rapid and ragged. Were her mom Janie this excited, too? Must be.
"I owe you so much, Janie," said Denise, moving to her side. "Lie back."
"You sure?"
"Yes, no argument, girl," the older woman insisted, pushing her down and sinking between her knees. "I'm starting payback with what you gave me this morning. Tell me what you like." And she covered Janie's little tits in her hands and lowered her mouth to her vulva, gently lapping.
Taylor watched in surprise, kneeling between Sam's thighs, brain still locked over the novelty of what was happening. It turned her on even more to see her mom eating Janie like she'd done last night. Was that only last night? 'With what you gave me this morning', her mom just said. What's happening?
"You can bring him back with oral, if you like," said Janie between moans, reaching for her hand, while her mom slowly licked. "That's one thing I like. To watch. Also, Denise, tongue me from my knees to my navel. Take your time. Visit my pussy now and then."