Dog
Star’s 
Sera’s Quandary
My mom was out, so Gina came over and we went straight to bed. I sucked on her clit and she graced my effort with mucho sound and juices. Gina had a clit to die for; a little pearl of flesh that when licked was like I imagined a boy’s penis to be—hard and erect. Mine was sensitive but it never got like hers. And I never wanted to find out more about boys’ penises—I’ll stick with girls, thank you.
“Oh yessss,” she purred as I kept up my lingual assault, feeling the tremors that signaled her climax was coming, and coming hard. “YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!”
I’m Sera, pronounced the same as Sarah. Gina is my best friend in the whole world, and my love. For some reason we both couldn’t comprehend at the time (we were 7 or 8 then) we would shower together during sleepovers, touching and exploring each other’s undeveloped body. We’d sleep naked, much to the chagrin of our mothers, who likely chalked our nudity fetish up to simple girlish curiosity. What did they know? One night over her house Gina touched me a certain way down there, and I got all hot but shivered just the same. Something puzzling happened to me, but it was a great feeling nonetheless. When it was happening I wanted to cry out, however I managed to stifle my cries, cries I would later learn were involuntary orgasmic outbursts. We may not have known about orgasms back then but we sure do now. We’re both eleven, have had our first period, and began shaving our newly growing pubic hair. Our breasts were sprouting, though not very fast for our taste. My nipples are very sensitive (though not as super-sensitive as Gina’s clit) and I loved it when she sucked on them.
“Ooooooooooo that was sooooooooooo goooooooooood, Sera! Your turn now?” Gina said to me, her big beautiful eyes peeking out at me through her sweaty, tangled hair.
With my hand I brushed the hair from her face and kissed her deeply. Our tongues danced and flitted, and before long I’d forced her wet lips down, down to where another moist area awaited her.
“Yes, sweet, right there, yes, yes,” I murmured as I usually do. She skillfully brought me to a magnificent orgasm. My legs hand kicked so violently when I came that later Gina said I’d hurt her neck. I kissed the nape of her neck, saying “I’ll make it all better,” but somehow my lips ended up elsewhere.
Our love was no secret at school. The girls knew we were an item, though to most of our classmates sex was a vague notion, and lesbian sex held some sort of arms-length wonder. For the most part, the boys were clueless. I never looked at other girls with any sort of yearning. Gina was mine, and that was enough for me.
My uncle Randy changed all that.
Uncle Randy visited his sister, my mom, often since my dad left us. He was kind of cool, though I thought he tried too hard to be cool around me. He was staying with us for a couple of weeks this time, and it made me wonder about the allure of a late May vacation.
Gina and I skipped school early one day and went to my house. I figured my mom would be working and that my uncle wouldn’t bother us. “You’re hornier than usual today, aren’t you?” I said to Gina. “I can’t wait to taste your sweet pussy.”
“I can’t wait for you to do that either,” she said in reply.
We entered my house and I called out for Uncle Randy, but he didn’t answer. If I wasn’t curious of where my uncle was I would have taken Gina by the hand and gone to my bedroom. Instead we went through the kitchen and out to the patio looking for him. Before I could call out again, I saw him, sunbathing on a mat he’d pulled from a lounge chair. He was naked. I really didn’t care, but for some reason Gina couldn’t pull her eyes from him. He looked like he was sleeping. He looked slick, probably from sunscreen lotion, and his penis was thick and hard. Maybe he was having a sex dream or something, I thought.
Gina whispered, “Look at him! He’s huge!”
I shushed her, whispering back “So what? Let’s go to my room.”
We went to my bedroom and got undressed. We did a sixty-nine, licking each other’s wet pussy, and Gina surprised me by cumming very quickly, almost without any build-up.
“You really were horny, weren’t you,” I said, her juices dribbling down my chin. She had a dreamy look on her face, but didn’t answer me.
After we dressed, we tried sneaking out of the house, but my uncle was coming out of the shower at the moment we passed by. His hair was wet, and the only thing he had on was a towel. “You’re home, Sera? I thought you’d still be in school.”
“We kinda got out early, but I’m going to Gina’s to do homework.”
He was a man, after all, and couldn’t help himself. “Soooo, this is the Gina I’ve heard so much about. I’m Randy.”
Randy wasn’t just his name, apparently, for I swear I saw his cock move the towel as he checked out my girlfriend up and down. I wanted to belt him for that. What I couldn’t fathom, however, was the way Gina was eyeing him back.
After I dragged her away, she said, “Wow, your uncle’s a hunk! Did you see how he was looking at me?”
“Yeah, the way I look at you.”
Whatever else she was thinking about my uncle she kept to herself. We walked to her house to hang out until the school day was done and it was ‘safe’ to be seen. We didn’t have sex.
The next day was Saturday, and it still bothered me; the way she’d looked at my Uncle Randy. I guess I assumed that since I only liked girls, then Gina did too. You know what they say about when you “assume” don’t you? Maybe I’d be the “ass” in thinking Gina only had eyes for me. As soon as I was home and seeing Uncle Randy again, it was obvious. If he couldn’t seduce his niece—me—then he would try to seduce his niece’s girlfriend. The only question is whether I’d give him the chance to try.
“You bringing your friend Gina over again?” Randy asked. “She’s a cute one. Does she have a boyfriend?”
Jesus, the man couldn’t be any more obvious! “No, she doesn’t have a boyfriend.” I don’t think he got the meaning of my pointed inflection.
“I don’t believe it,” he said, shaking his head. “Well, it’s up to you two. I’m going to the lake this afternoon. You and Gina are invited to join me if you want. It’ll be a lot cooler there than here.”
“Is my mom going?” I asked. When he answered no, I said we’d think about it.
I almost didn’t tell Gina, but I finally did. Much to my chagrin, she demanded we go. “Wear your sexy yellow bikini, okay? I’ll wear my black one.” Her black bikini was the most revealing one. I guess I had no choice.
Gina wanted to ride up front with my uncle, which made him happy and further angered me. Her body language was like a foreign language to me as they talked on the way. To my Uncle Randy, the only language he wanted to ‘speak’ was Braille. When we got to the lake, he spread out a big blanket while us girls got out of our clothes. When he saw us in our bikinis I thought his eyes would come out of his head.
He went swimming while we remained on the blanket, working on our tans. When he came back out of the water, besides being wet he was staring down at us and he had a bulge in his trunks.
“I think it’s about time you two turn over and cook the other side,” he said, offering to rub sunscreen on our backs.
After we turned over onto our stomachs, Gina untied her top and Randy went right to work, spreading sunscreen all over her. I watched him as he spent a bit more time around her thighs and lower back. While at her upper back, he even went so far as to reach around, and I was sure he rubbed her breasts one after the other. Gina never said a word.
I didn’t untie my bra, and although he managed to drag a thumb along my crotch, he didn’t try anything else.
Later, when it was time to leave, Uncle Randy dropped the bombshell, telling us that my mom planned to go out with some friends, and he wanted to know if Gina and I would hang out with him and party. To him, I imagined, party meant sex. To Gina, party meant booze—always—and whether she was also thinking of sex I had no way of telling. Around my uncle, she was like a stranger to me.
Randy stopped at a package store and bought some liquor. When we got to my house my mom had already left. Randy began pouring the booze almost immediately and Gina began guzzling almost as fast. I wanted her in the worst way, but I knew this day would turn out differently, and I was powerless to change anything.
He pulled a DVD from his stuff in the spare bedroom and wanted to know if we wanted to watch it, showing Gina the label. It was an obvious lesbian title, which got me wondering about his motive beyond the obvious. Was Gina like a mountain to be climbed, a challenge? Was he purposely trying to get between us? No matter his motivation; things were going to play out one way or the other, and I wouldn’t give Gina up without a fight.
The all-girl action in the movie was extremely hot. Even if I tried I couldn’t avoid being aroused by it. Gina was certainly aroused, breathing hard while making comments about some of actress’s attributes. I was attuned to her pheromones by now and could smell her arousal. Almost with a mind of its own my hand moved under the waistband of her shorts and bikini bottoms underneath, finding the extreme wetness I knew I’d find.
As I lightly stroked her clit, I looked over at Randy sitting opposite us on the big, his eyes riveted on Gina’s heaving chest, mouth agape. Somehow they made eye contact, and within seconds were French kissing. Even as my fingers brought her closer to an inevitable climax, I felt left out. If I didn’t love her so much I would’ve cried and walked away. Instead, I pulled my hand out of her pants.
Instead, I became a spectator to her seduction.
Randy poured us more to drink and we drank it. When he suggested we get more “comfortable,” our clothes came off. The DVD played on. Even I had to admit he had an amazing erection. When the most beautiful blond babe in the movie squealed and squirted all over the tongue of her lover, Gina groaned and shouted “Fuck!” She guzzled down another glass of booze before planting a wet kiss on my uncle. Their hands were everywhere on each other. My hands were on myself.
Like the prize she was, Randy carried Gina to the bedroom. I followed them. What else could I do?
My uncle went down on her as soon as she was on the bed. I knew that Gina tasted special, but cunnilingus as foreplay didn’t look necessary the way she was hyperventilating; Gina was wet, and she was ready. “Fuck me…now,” she groaned.
It hurt like hell she was pleading to a man, and not me. Nevertheless, I lay down on the bed next to my lost lover.
Randy was actually going to ignore her pleas and spread my legs instead. My facial expression must have looked positively hateful, for he stopped in surprise and turned his attention back to Gina.
“Are you ready for a man?” he said.
Gina nodded, and the crack in my heart got a little longer.
He got a condom and rolled it onto his hard cock. I watched as he positioned himself between Gina’s splayed thighs and slid into her a little. When he went in farther and pulled back, I saw traces of red on the condom. Her precious hymen wasted so, destroyed by a man who won’t care about her after this day is done. I watched her eyes flutter and then bug open as he went deeper. Did she realize her mistake? I watched as he began fucking her, going faster and faster until he was bouncing her along with the bed. I saw her face project distress before it slowly changed to one of pleasure.
I leaned over, below my thrusting uncle, and kissed her after I whispered, “I still love you.”
She eventually whispered “I’m sorry,” as her eyes rolled back a bit and her mouth gaped open.
I looked up to my uncle’s straining and sweaty face, and pleaded, “Make her cum, Uncle Randy! Make her cum!
Unfortunately, I think my exhortation made him cum instead. With an “Oh God, you’re so damn tight, I can’t…” he jerked and spasmed deep within her vagina. I watched his ass cheek muscles clench and unclench as he ejaculated.
Uncle Randy was now sated. Gina hadn’t quite hit the Big O plateau but otherwise looked happy. I was so horny I was going crazy. Gina spent a few moments examining the condom after he slid it off, before examining his spent but still dripping cock. She then turned to me and said she was “sorry” again.
I looked at my uncle and said, “Now I’ll show you how to make a girl cum.”
I got onto my knees and moved between Gina’s sweaty thighs. My tongue went right to work on her clit. Within seconds she was groaning more than she had while Randy fucked her, and for that alone I was proud. I supposed I couldn’t take all the credit, since the sex with Uncle Randy probably played a part in getting her there, but she climaxed so beautifully, so loud and so wet that I swear I had a small, touchless orgasm myself.
Looking back, it certainly was an urge he couldn’t control. My ass was up high when Gina came, and my pussy was probably glistening wet from my arousal, so my uncle saw a prime target and went for it. When I felt him penetrate me I screamed and flung myself off the bed and away from his now re-erect cock.
“Men!” I shouted. “I hate you all. Get away from me. Get away from us. We don’t need you.”
“Okay Sera, but your friend did need me. I saw it, and felt it,” Randy said, holding his cock lewdly to emphasize his comment.
“She didn’t really know what she wanted, and you didn’t make her cum…I did.”
“I’ll make you cum, for sure.”
“Over my dead body.”
“Maybe you need a hard cock to change your lesbo mind.”
“Maybe I need to have a talk with my mom, what do you think?”
“Huh! Then you’ll have to admit you’re a lesbian.”
“How do you know she doesn’t already know that, you bastard?” She didn’t really know but I was sure she suspected. How couldn’t she?
Like coming out of a trance, Gina suddenly tried to cover herself with the bed clothes. She looked up at me and again said, “I’m sorry, Sera. I’m sorry.”
I gave my uncle another hateful look before going to my love and kissing her. If Randy got one last thrill looking at my naked ass and wet pussy I wouldn’t know, as I was occupied while he slipped from the room. Gina cried in my arms as I consoled her. “Let’s go to my room, okay?” I picked up our clothes and guided her away from the stink of my uncle’s sweat that lingered in the bedroom air.
“He seemed so nice…I…I…wanted to feel it…to see what it’s like…a man…oh, Sera…I’m so sorry,” she stammered in a steady stream. “Did he…you know…you?”
I felt the anger well up again. “No, he didn’t. He tried, the bastard tried. His niece, for God’s sake! He almost got in me!”
As we had countless times before, we hugged and caressed each other until the most primal of urges swept over us and we were having sex. The ‘good’ sex. The sex only two females can truly understand and love. When she cried out her orgasm, I hoped my uncle was in the house and could hear her.
Sadly, our relationship wasn’t quite the same after that day. We still made love, but somehow, something was missing.
One day at school I came upon a group of kids, Gina among them. Gina was talking to a boy named Zach, and from their body language I could tell they were more than mere acquaintances. I hovered in the background, unsure of what to do.
“You’ve lost her, haven’t you?” It was Melody, who had walked up behind me.
“That’s what it looks like, I’m afraid.”
Melody was THE girl in my school, the one everybody admired from afar. She was the prettiest, with her long, golden hair, great figure and perfect tan. I admit many a night imagining her in a bikini, or better yet, naked. On some of those nights I fantasized and masturbated to stunning climaxes.
“So Sera, stop looking at her like that. How about you come over my house after school today? Thankfully it’s still warm enough to swim, so bring a suit and we’ll hang out in my pool. Amy and Britt are coming over. What do you say?”
The most popular girl in school was asking me to an after-school pool party at her house, and all I cared about was whether any boys would be there. I wanted to avoid any awkwardness, especially with Melody’s surprising invitation. I didn’t suspect a “mean girls” trick, so I agreed. I’d take my chances.
Though they were three of the most popular girls in school, in my bikini I felt pretty good among them. I wasn’t as pretty as Melody—who was?—but my body held its own. We sat along the pool’s edge with our feet dangling in the cool water, and talked about school and things in general. I was glad that they never brought up boyfriends, though I figured they had their pick. Melody’s house was a big one, isolated, and the pool was very private, so it didn’t surprise me that given her folks weren’t home, that beer was proposed.
Cold beer was okay in my book.
We drank and talked more until Britt suggested with a giggle that we take our suits off and go skinny-dipping. Considering how great the three girls looked, I was all for getting naked so I could check them out. A girl, after all, needs to feed her fantasies. Our bikinis tossed aside, we dove in. The water was cold enough to raise even the most reluctant nipple, and mine were far from reluctant, puckered stiff and out there. Melody had great tits, with very large areolas, tipped by suckable nipples. God, I wanted to touch them, squeeze them. The four of us ended up wading in a circle near the deep end. Britt and Melody were very close to each other; their closeness beginning to pique my interest. Could they be…?
Amy whispered to Britt, “I told you she’d have hot tits. She’s shaved too,” and then literally licked her lips.
There was my answer, plain as day. I looked at Melody and her eyes met mine. That look! I bet I was leaving an oil slick in the pool.
She swam up to me and kissed me so hard we actually went underwater for a second or two. I came up sputtering, and that’s when Amy and Britt pulled me toward shallower water. Before I knew it all three girls were upon me, showering my upper body with kisses. I don’t really remember climbing out of the pool, however my next conscious memory was being the center of an amazing girl-flesh pile on Melody’s living room floor. I was licked and sucked on, and pretty soon I was doing some licking and sucking of my own, even if I didn’t know exactly who the recipients of my ministrations were. They all tasted as good as they looked.
I was a part of womankind’s greatest symphony, four girls screaming as one in orgasmic delight.
Later as we lounged, coming down from our highs, I asked the inevitable question, “Why me, and why now?”
Obviously, Melody was “in charge” of the trio, so she answered. “You’re the only pretty girl in school who really is a lesbian.”
“Huh?”
“What I mean is, we’re probably bisexual. Hell, you should see Britt swallow cock.” Britt dutifully blushed. “We…I…need someone to show me what it’s really like to make love to each other…to another girl.”
Amy squeezed one of my tits as she said, “We were so jealous seeing how you and Gina were together like you were, and now…”
That was an interesting thought—and now. Maybe they saw what I’ve refused to see. Gina was lost to me.
“Look, this was fun, and you three are good enough to eat, but making love isn’t like a club where we can do show and tell. It’s not about teaching. It’s more than that. Much more.”
“Please be our friend,” Melody said, “and everything else will happen one way or the other.” She stopped, and with a wry smile, said “Good enough to eat, huh?”
I showed her. I gently pushed her onto her back and went down on her sweet pussy. I gave her the clit licking of a lifetime. After she came with a shudder and a loud cry, I raised my wet chin and lips up to look at first Britt and then Amy. Both were masturbating furiously. More sweet symphony ensued.
Some form of the Four Musketeers were born that day. In a perverse way my popularity rose just from hanging with them. As far as I knew, neither Melody, Amy nor Britt had been with a boy since that day in Melody’s pool. I knew better though than to think they would ever be steadfast lesbians. As men believe they can “turn” us, I know better. Your orientation is as it is. These girls, like Gina it turned out, swung both ways and would always be like that.
There’s nothing wrong with enjoying them before they become stained and spoiled, right?
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