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Smells Like Teen Spurts	By : Nastyzak Category: +G through L > Gravity Falls Views: 15483 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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19. Spring Break Her
As college spring break drew very near, Pacifica called Mabel first. “You’re sure you can be here on Friday night?” the blonde girl asked.
“Absolutely!” Mabel said. “Look, I don't want to impose. I know it'll be all right with Soos, so I’ll stay at the Shack and we can all—”
“No, no,” Pacifica insisted. “Don’t go to the Shack at all. You’ll stay at my river house.”
“Uh, I’m not sure I can find it again. I was kinda out of it when we visited.”
“That’s okay, I’ll text you directions. Here’s what you have to do.” She gave Mabel her orders, and Mabel, giggling, accepted them.
A little later Mabel called her brother. “Bad news,” she said. “I won’t be able to get there for spring break after all. Car trouble.”
“Wendy and I can drive down and get you,” Dipper told her.
“No, no, I gotta stay here and make sure the car’s repaired. It’s not a big deal or anything. I have the money. I guess I’ll see you in June when summer break begins.”
“Sorry, Sis.”
Mabel gave an elaborate sigh. “That’s all right. I’m just sad that I’ll be all alone. My sweetie Eileen just left for the week. Think of me, Bro-bro, while you’re screwing around.”
When he hung up, Dipper told Wendy, “Mabel’s not going to join us. And Paz and Tam are out of town until Tuesday, so we have tomorrow, Saturday, Sunday, and Monday all to ourselves. Want to take a trip?”
“Mm, I dunno,” Wendy said. “I’m taking next week as my vacation, so I really shouldn’t take an extra day off tomorrow. But yeah, where are we gonna go?”
“Somewhere private,” Dipper said. They were lounging in bed, he with his laptop, she brushing out her long hair. “Let me see . . . how about renting a cabin?”
“Where?”
“Well, I’ve looked at four or five nice ones are on the coast west of Tillamook. Hm. This one’s available for tomorrow through Sunday afternoon at four.”
“Let’s see.”
He turned the laptop. The cabin was modest and rustic, though the interior looked newly refurbished. “Pretty small, just 600 square feet. Dinette/kitchenette combination, living room looking out over the deck toward the ocean, nice bedroom with big bathroom. Best part’s the view,” Dipper said. “Just a sec.” He found a photo looking out from the cabin’s porch. “They call those the Pyramids.”
“Whoa, beautiful!” Wendy said, looking at the offshore rocks, which did resemble the Pyramids of Egypt. The Pacific washed past them to wind up on a shoreline that looked rugged but intriguing.
“The cabin—they call it Pyramid View—is up on a bluff,” Dipper said. “There’s a trail down to the beach. Too cold for swimming, but we could go look at tide pools and walk the beach.”
“Or stay in that great queen-size bed most of the time,” Wendy said. “Private?”
“Way private,” Dipper told her. “It’s on the end of this little rocky cape, see the map? And it’s the only house on the cape. And the entry drive is gated, so no visitors—”
“We could stay butt-naked and not even have to pull the shades down,” Wendy said. “How much?”
“Hundred and seventy-five a night,” Dipper said. “I can take care of it.”
“No, I’ll—”
“Let me pay for it,” Dipper said. “I’ve saved up, and I want to do something nice for you.”
Wendy saw that it meant a lot to him. She smiled. “Deal. See if we can grab it.”
Dipper grabbed it, paid the full amount up front, and said, “Do we want to be Mr. and Mrs. Pines or Mr. and Mrs. Corduroy?”
“Mm, go with Pines, since you put it on your credit card.”
“You don’t mind?”
“Mind? I’ll show you how much I mind!” As soon as Dipper finished the transaction, she lifted the laptop off his lap and started to suck him. She slowly pulled back her lips and popped his dick—a little trick that always made him shiver—and said, “I can’t get enough of this! It seems kinda lonely. Let me put it somewhere warm and comfy.” She straddled him and settled onto his dick and started gently fucking him. They held hands as she bit her bottom lip and gazed down at him with her sleepy green eyes. “Hey, Dip?” she whispered in a husky voice.
“What?” he asked, already grinning. She looked mischievous.
“Tell you what. If you can keep a secret from Tam and Paz, after we get settled in the vacay cabin, let’s have us a little wine and get mellow, and then you can put it in my ass again.”
“That made you sore last time,” he said. “Sure, Tam loves it, and Paz likes it now and then, but I thought you—”
“I know you’ll go slow and easy,” Wendy said. “And it’s different and yeah, it’s tight and next day I’ll have to sit careful, but I like the way it gets you so into it. And the feeling when you let go inside me. So will you do it?”
She was starting to grind, and Dipper felt his stomach fluttering. “Yeah, sure, if you want.”
“So tell me what you’re gonna do to me,” she teased. She pulled way up and paused with just the head of his dick lodged in her pussy. “I’m holding this hostage until you say it.”
Red-faced, Dipper said, “Okay, I’ll do you the way, you know—”
Using her pussy lips, she squeezed. “Uh-uh. I want to hear the words, man.”
“I’ll—I’ll fuck you up the ass,” he said.
“Good boy,” she purred, and she began to pump and grind at the same time. “This feels so great to me. You like this? You like the way this feels?”
“God, yeah,” Dipper said. Her hot juices were dripping over his balls.
“Look at my boobs,” she told him. “I’m leaking already! You—you ready to—oh, my God!—to cum inside me?”
He started to thrust hard, making her throw back her head and moan. They still held hands, fingers interlaced, and she squeezed down hard as her pussy rippled and tightened. “Cum in me!” she groaned.
He squirted and she shuddered for a long moment, gushing, before collapsing on him.
“That was fantastic,” he panted. He could feel her heart pounding.
“Yeah. Feel the milk on your chest?”
“Yes. I feel the cum dripping from you, too.”
“You can suck up my milk if I can suck up your cum!”
“Deal,” he said.
She knelt beside the bed. Right after he had ejaculated, she could deep-throat his deflating cock. She cradled both of her tits in her hands, holding her thumbs over her nipples. When he didn’t have a drop left for her to lick up or suck out, she pushed him back on the bed and straddled him on all fours, lowering her taut erect nipples to his lips, where he sucked and swallowed. She twitched as she had two minor orgasms from that, and then once more she lay atop him.
“The answer,” she said softly, “is yes.”
“Yes to what?”
“Yes, I’ll marry you, doofus. Just you and me or you, me, Paz and Tam. I want us to be, like, together for the rest of our lives. But if we do get married to everybody, I want to be your main girl.”
He ran his hands down her smooth, long back and swelling hips. “You’ll always be that,” he said as he caressed and patted her firm butt.
She whispered in his ear, “Well, before we go to bed—to sleep—let’s take a quick shower and get busy.”
“Doing what?” he asked.
“Packing for our trip!” she said. “I’m just gonna take a little overnight case for my clothes, and a suitcase for everything else.”
“What else?” he asked as they got up.
She nudged him. “Vibrators, butt plugs, and lube, Dib! Strawberry-flavored lube! Everything a tourist couple needs.”
Showering with a loving girl, Dipper had decided, was a thousand times better than bathing alone. Heck, if she had offered to shower with him when he was still working in the Shack, he wouldn’t have smelled so bad that his great uncle Stanford claimed Dipper's body odor made his eyes water.
Now he smelled like a person. According to the girls, a sexy person.
As the two of them were soaping each other, about seven miles away Mabel followed her phone GPS’s instructions along a winding road to a tall brick fence with a wide driveway guarded by an automatic gate. “You have reached your destination,” the phone announced.
“Thank you, disembodied voice,” Mabel said. “I kinda recognize it now, but I don’t remember what the outside of the house looks like!” She had been so sex-dazed both coming, ha, and going the last time her memories were more of vibes and tits and pussies than of archetecture. It wasn’t yet night exactly, but she had just turned on the headlights.
Following Pacifica’s instructions, Mabel pulled up to a lighted keypad attached to a brick pillar and leaned out the driver's window. The code, Pacifica had texted, was 4197. Mabel grunted as she punched in the numbers. Then a recorded voice said “State your name or organization, please. Wait for the tone.” The system beeped. Mabel said, “This is me, Mabel Pines, hi!”
“Accepted.”
The gates clanked apart, Mabel drove through, thumped over a speed bump , and behind her the gates closed again.
“Sweet,” Mabel said as the drive wound through a lawn bordered by tall shrubs and she caught sight of the big house, illuminated by floodlights. “And it’s all hers! I wanna be an heiress after I get out of college.”
She hauled out her suitcase from the trunk and trundled it up to the front door, which opened as she approached. Outlined by the golden light in the front entry hall, Pacifica stood there, smiling. “Hi,” she said. “Glad you could make it!”
“I had to leave early!” Mabel said. Ugh—this is heavy.” She hefted the suitcase up the three steps and then over the door sill. “Thanks for inviting me. Uh—already?”
Pacifica had wrapped her arms around Mabel. “Just a hello kiss,” she said, pulling Mabel in. Their tongues said hello to each other’s tonsils. “Whoa!” Mabel said fanning herself with both hands. “That’s hot! So—you and me, huh? How about Wendy and Dip and Tambry—?”
“They’ll all be here on Tuesday,” Pacifica said. She was wearing only brief black shorts and a lavender halter top, nothing under it, so the peaks of her nipples clearly showed. “That will give us time.”
“Um, for what?” Mabel asked, flirtatiously twirling a strand of her hair around a finger.
“For me to train you,” Pacifica said. “You ARE willing to do anything I tell you, right? ‘Cause if you don’t do it—”
“No, that’s okay,” Mabel said. She rubbed her left arm with her right hand. “Only I don’t want, you know, embarrassing piercings or any really painful electric shocks or—”
“Oh, puh-lease,” Pacifica said. “If you’ll obey me, I won’t hurt you. Not seriously. Come on, I’ll show you your bedroom. Then we’ll have a little snack.”
“I’m kinda tired,” Mabel said. “Long drive.”
“You'll perk up. This way.” The bedroom was very nice, furnished with classic antiques, and it had its own bathroom and a walk-in closet. Mabel hurriedly unpacked. Pacifica, leaning on the door jamb, said, “Change clothes.”
“What outfit would—”
“Panties and a top like mine,”
“I don’t have one.”
“That soft pink sports bra you just took out of your suitcase, then.”
“Great! I do have panties that match!”
The two barefoot, underdressed girls went to the kitchen. “All right,” Pacifica said, stopping at the breakfast bar. “Dinner will be in an hour. My cook’s left us a whole week of refrigerated and frozen dishes that just have to be reheated. But for right now, let’s have a smoothie.”
“I love smoothies!”
Pacifica had an oversized blender. She poured in twelve ounces of orange juice, two bananas, a cup of strawberries, and a tablespoon of honey. “No yogurt?” Mabel asked.
“Something BETTER than yogurt,” Pacifica said with a wicked smile. She took a small bag of six oddly opaque ice cubes from the freezer—one bag of many that Mabel glimpsed inside—and tossed them in the blender, too.
The blender whirred, and Pacifica poured two tall, frosty glasses. “You’ll like this,” she said, putting in a fat straw. Here, suck it up.”
“To us!” Mabel said.
They clinked glasses. As she sipped her own spunk-spiked smoothie, Pacifica watched Mabel through half-shut eyelids.
“Hope this doesn’t give me brain freeze!” Mabel said. She sipped, looked thoughtful, then drank more. And more. “This has kind of a different taste,” she said, smacking. “Not bad, but—” she sniffed it. “But it makes me feel kind of sexy.”
“Yeah, its turning me on, too,” Pacifica said. “Finish it and then let’s go to the hot tub.”
“Work out our kinks, huh?” Mabel said with a grin. She took the straw out, tilted her head back, and finished off her smoothie with an eager gulp.
Pacifica held out her hand. “Come on.”
Breathing hard, Mabel took the blonde’s hand and followed her to the back of the house and to the glassed-in room with the hot tub and the sauna. It was steamy, and she felt perspiration break out on her skin. Paz was gleaming. “God, my nipples are getting so hard!” Mabel said.
“Mine too,” Pacifica told her. “Feel.” She took Mabel’s hands and guided them up under her top. Mabel cupped her palms over Pacifica’s tits, and Pacifica pushed up Mabel’s pink sports bra and fondled her boobs, too. “I’m getting really wet,” Pacifica whispered.
“I’m soaked already,” Mabel said.
“So let’s get naked.”
They stripped and settled into the hot tub, sitting on the built-in ledge so they were immersed up to their shoulders. “Why am I so horny?” Mabel asked. “I haven’t felt this turned on since last time I was up when the pheromone thingy made me crazy, and it's not like I'm deprived. I mean, now I have a girlfriend and we fool around every night—but, man, I’m so jacked up!" She bobbed up and down. "Love the way my boobies float! Wait, Pacifica. You put something in the smoothie, didn’t you?”
“Your brother’s cum,” Pacifica said. “You shocked?”
“N-n-no,” Mabel said, fingering herself under the water. “’Cause it makes me feel so hot! What are we gonna do about it?”
“Everything,” Pacifica said. “First, I’m gonna hop up and sit on the edge of the tub here, like this, and spread my legs, like this, and you’re gonna make me cum with your tongue.”
“Mabel likes,” the other girl said. She turned to face Pacifica, bent over in the hot water and hugged the other girl's hips as she slipped her ass forward and leaned back.
Pacifica stroked Mabel’s hair. “Good girl. Lick me. Back to front,” she instructed. “Nice and slow to begin with. Not too deep yet.”
Mabel paused and glanced up, grinning. “I've got pretty good at this. Just tell me what you like.”
“Keep going. Faster. Nibble on my labia. Like that, pull them between your lips and suck them, lick them. Now suck my clit. Harder and faster now. Unnh, yes! Make me cum and you can drink the milk from my nipples.”
“Mm?”
“I started lactating again, don’t worry. You probably will too. Get your tongue down deep in there now. Then when I come, I’m going to do something nice—ohh, yeah, that’s good, that’s good—something nice for you.”
Mabel didn’t look up again as she licked and sucked at Pacifica’s savory pussy, but she raised her right hand and wriggled her fingers. “Hmm?”
“Yes, now, use your fingers. Two. Slip them in. Ahh, yes, yes! Curl them and find my G spo-ho-hot! Suck my clit! Lick it! Yes!”
Pacifica clamped Mabel’s cheeks between her thighs as she came hard, with a splash. Mabel tilted her head back, her drippy chin and cheeks gleaming as she licked her lips and grinned. “You liked?”
“It was okay,” Pacifica said, lying back on the mats surrounding the hot tub. “Now get up here and suck my tits.”
Mabel sloshed out. Pacifica warned, “Don’t drip all over me! There’s a towel, use it!” She groaned a little, cupping her hands on her boobs and tweaking her own nipples. Fine jets of milk squirted out.
“Don’t waste it!” Mabel said. She lay prone, knees bent and heels kicking up toward her butt, and sucked Pacifica’s left nipple into her mouth. Pacifica’s milk tasted almost tangy.
“Mm, so good,” Pacifica cooed. She rolled toward Mabel. “Now the other one. You like that?”
“Delicious!” Mabel said before diving back to the feast. “Mine leak a little bit, but nothing like yours. I wish I had big boobs like these!”
They slipped back into the hot tub, Pacifica behind Mabel, reaching around to fondle her breasts and tickle her pussy at the same time. “How’s this?” Pacifica asked, her lips close to Mabel’s ear.
Mabel stood with her right foot on the bottom of the tub, her left leg crooked and her left leg restng on the bench. “It’s good. It’s good. I like. Don’t stop, Paz, I wanna cum, too!”
“I’ll make you cum,” Pacifica said. “But not like this. This was just to rinse off. Now I’ve got something really special for you.”
They eventually climbed out of the hot tub, dried each other, and Pacifica took Mabel over to the soft mats. “Lie down on your back,” the blonde said. She walked over to a stainless steel cabinet and took something from inside it. “This is a towel warmer,” Pacifica explained. “Only I’ve used it to thaw out some of those special ice cubes and heat them up—in this.”
She waved a realistic dildo, complete with balls, natural colored. “Uh,” Mabel said, “I thought those ice cubes were Dipper’s frozen, um, you know—cum.”
“And when I squeeze the balls, it’ll even squirt,” Pacifica said. “Here, play with it and I’ll show you. She rubbed the dildo’s rounded head against Mabel’s parted lips. “Lick this. Pretend it’s Dipper’s.”
“This is naughty,” Mabel said, but she at once started to suck at the fake cock, running her tongue along the realistic slit. She reached to touch the balls. “Is it really Dipper’s cum in this?”
“I'll prove it. Here’s a little taste,” Pacifica said, giving the balls a quick squeeze.
Mabel blinked and pulled back, giggling. A streamer of cum hung from her lower lip to the dildo, and she opened her mouth to show a big round drop of cum on her tongue. Then, smiling wickedly, she closed her mouth and gulped. “Warm and so tasty! Gimme more,” she begged.
“Are you really wet?” Pacifica asked with a gleam in her eyes.
“Oh, I am so wet!” Mabel scissored her legs apart and then reached down with both hands to spread her pussy lips. "See how I'm dripping down here. Put it in, please!”
“Little touch of lube first,” Pacifica said, reaching for a tube. She let the gel drip into Mabel’s wide-open slit, and then she pressed the head of the dildo against Mabel’s pink opening and moved it around, coating it with slippery gel before pushing it in.
“It’s bi-i-ig,” Mabel said, closing her eyes and grinning.
“Not as big as your brother’s, though,” Pacifica said. “Take it all. That’s right, that’s right. Now it’s balls deep inside you. What do you want me to do, Mabel?”
“F-fuck me!” Mabel said, squirming, her face red. “Fuck me and make me cum!”
“Do you want to feel your brother’s hot sperm shoot inside you?” Pacifica asked.
Mabel moved her hips frantically, encouraging Pacifica to plunge the dildo in and out faster and faster. “Yeah! I wanna cum and feel what it’s like when he cums inside!”
When Mabel’s areolas swelled, signaling her building orgasm, Pacifica pulled the dildo almost all the way out, with just the tip still inside her pussy lips.
“Don’t stop!” Mabel whimpered, raising her ass off the mat in an attempt to force the stiff sex toy deeper again. “Fuck me, Paz!”
“Paz? Don’t you mean someone else?” asked Pacifica. “Say it!”
“Fuck me, Dipper!” Mabel said, writhing in her anxious arousal. “Please fuck me, Bro-bro, I gotta cum! Cum inside me! Fill up my pussy!”
Pacifica started to plunge the dildo in and out faster, and with her free hand she teased Mabel’s clit. Now Mabel’s stomach muscles flexed as her hips thrust and she tried to take in the whole shaft, right up to Pacifica’s fingers. “Are you ready?” Pacifica demanded. “Are you ready to cum?”
“Ohh, yeah, make me cum!”
“Will you do anything I tell you to do?”
“Yes! Yes! Only make me cum, please!”
With her free hand, Pacifica flicked Mabel’s clit, and it was as though she had squeezed the hair trigger of a pistol. With a scream, Mabel threw her head back, her mouth gaping, her whole body thrashing. “Dipper’s cumming inside you!” Pacifica said, squeezing the balls hard.
“Ahh, my God!” Mabel said, pulling at her own nipples. “It's hot! That’s—I’ve had boys inside me before but that feels so—is there any left? I want it in my mouth!”
Pacifica pulled the dildo out of Mabel’s pussy, which still gaped, so full that it leaked thick white semen. Pacifica scooped up the drippy white goo in her palm and then let Mabel suck the dildo as she squeezed the balls again, forcing out the last spurt of the stored semen. Mabel swallowed hard. “Open your mouth,” Pacifica said. “I’ve got a little more.”
Mabel opened her mouth, thrusting out her cum-glazed tongue, and Pacifica dribbled the handful she had caught from Mabel’s dripping pussy.
With happy humming sounds, Mabel caught the stream on her tongue and when she had it all, she grabbed Pacifica’s hand and greedily licked her palm. She swished the cum in her mouth as if it were a fine wine, and then she swallowed. “Thank you,” she said meekly.
“Oh, this is just the beginning,” Pacifica cooed, sucking her own fingers. “If it works out, you can feel the real thing.”
“Really? You’re gonna make Dipper fuck me?” Mabel asked. "He's all squeamish about that. I mean, Ive got an IUD, we can't get pregnant, I'd love it, but Dipper? Would he, you know?"
“We’ll see,” Pacifica said.
“I love you, Paz!” Mabel blurted.
Smiling, Pacifica said, “That’s nice, Mabel. Show it by doing everything I say.”
“Everything you say,” Mabel said dreamily. “Everything!”
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