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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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22. Getting to the Bottom
That evening Wendy and Dipper took a shower together in the vacation cabin bathroom. The stall was fairly roomy, but still cozy enough to encourage lots of physical contact. “So,” Wendy said as she rubbed her soapy tits over Dipper’s chest, “are you gonna slip in through the back door tonight?”
“Anything you want,” he said. “Uh—we didn’t bring an enema, though, if you need—”
“Not actually necessary,” she said. “Long as you help me make sure the area is clean.” She squirmed and turned away from him. “Here’s my bottom. Soap everything good and get your finger way in there.”
When he hesitated, she added, “Hey, it’s cool. I don’t mind, Dip! Just don’t go nuts. Wait, let me look at your fingernails.”
“They’re smooth,” he said, but she took his one by one in her mouth and ran her tongue over them.
“A girl has to be careful,” she teased. She glanced down and then raised an eyebrow. “Looks like you enjoyed that!”
“It kind of turns me on,” he admitted. “Here.” He put her index finger in his mouth, sucked it, and asked, “Do anything for you?”
“Gets me interested,” she said. “Watch out, or I’ll ask you to do my toes! Bring on the suds, dude.”
“All right.” He used the bar soap to lather up his hands, and then he reached down as she braced her hands on the cubicle tiles, spread her heels, and bent slightly forward. He rubbed soap all down her crack and then soaped his hand again. This time he used the tip of his middle finger to tease the tight pucker of her asshole with little circles, not much pressure. “How does this feel?”
Wendy sighed. “Nice, I like it. Don’t let that dick get too hard. I can feel it slapping against me, but I don’t want you to cum too soon!”
“Difficult to control,” he said. “But I’ll try to hold back. All right, I’m going to ease my finger inside now.”
“Do it,” she purred. “I’m ready!”
He pressed, and the snug opening gave him gradual entrance. It was weirdly fascinating to work his middle finger up into that constricted passage. “How is it?” he asked softly.
“Needs more soap—” Wendy reached to the little cubby that held toiletries and handed him a small bottle of jasmine-scented body wash. He pulled his finger nearly out of her, covered it with the liquid, and then glided it in, turning it and wiggling it.
“Yeah, smooth and slippery, that makes me feel relaxed. I guess rinse now,” Wendy said. “It’s probably clean enough!”
Lots and lots of water from the hand-held shower head, lots and lots of rubbing. When they got out of the stall and dried, Wendy said, “I brought a couple of plugs from Paz’s stash just in case we wanted to try something like this. I think maybe we’d better put one in for a while to stretch things out. I mean, look at you! Even for you, that’s an impressive boner!”
She found the plugs and picked the larger one, deep green, a cone with a short stem ending on what looked like a crescent-shaped rocker. “Appropriate,” she said, showing it to him. “A pine-tree butt plug!”
She also took out the lube and then said, “You can push it inside, but be patient as we do this. Once you get it all the way in, in, the curved part fits my butt crack and the base of the tree in my asshole is wide enough to keep it in until I’m ready, okay?”
“Got it,” Dipper said.
“Lube me up and then lube it up.” They had already spread a thick beach towel on the bed. Wendy lay down on it, her back to him, and then knelt with her knees apart, resting her arms and head on two stacked pillows while her butt was up in the air. She glanced back grinning. “How’s the view?”
“Spectacular,” he said, admiring her freckled butt cheeks, pink bud of asshole, and smooth slit of pussy. “If you’re ready, here we go.”
She was still a little bit loose from the shower, and he got his lubed finger in without a lot of pressure. Then he pressed the rounded tip of the green plug against her rectum and gently urged it inside. “Wen, tell me if this is uncomfortable. It looks awfully big for you.”
“I can take it. Slow,” she groaned. “I like it, but go real slow, let me get used to it. Push a little harder.” She was panting a little. “You know, this does feel good. Do you like it or does it disgust you?”
“I like it,” he said. “You couldn’t disgust me. I love you. I love everything about you.”
“Good answer. Ahh, nearly there. Now the last push, and . . . there it goes, all the way in. Yeah. Half an hour of this and I’ll be ready for anything. Do me a favor?”
“Anything,” he said.
She rolled over and lay back, breathing a little hard as she fingered herself. “Light the candles?”
He used one of those propane barbecue lighters to fire up the wicks of three short, thick scented candles they had bought in a beach shop. The aroma was Deep Woods, a kind of pine-balsam blend. “Reminds me of home,” Wendy said as the candles began to scent the air. “Okay, cut the ceiling light and come and snuggle.”
He turned off the light, and God, she was gorgeous in the candle glow, her green eyes reflecting the yellow candle flames. He reclined next to her on his side and kissed the spot between her earlobe and shoulder and then worked his way gradually down the swell of her breasts to her nipples. She cradled his head in the crook of his arm, murmuring, “Nice . . . that’s real nice.”
She asked him not to go lower, though, not yet. “The pussy vibe, the eggy thing, is on the night table,” she said. “I want that inside me. Remote’s there next to it, and . . . there’s the lube tube next to that. Here, I’ll spread my pussy open and I want you to put it in me.”
Dipper lay on his side under the arch of her left leg and lubed her labia and slit until they gleamed in the candle glow. “You’ve got such a beautiful pussy,” he said softly.
“Tell me about it later,” she said, her voice breathy. “Less talk, more vibe!”
The vibrator was a deep pink device, tadpole-shaped, with a surprisingly large egg-like head and a three-inch curved tail with the on/off switch built into a tip-end swelling. Dipper lubricated the egg part and then pressed its narrow, squishy silicone tip into Wendy’s glistening slit. Moaning deep in her throat, she took in the whole vibrator, with only the curved tail and on/off button still protruding.
“Don’t turn on the vibe yet,” she whispered. Dipper lay back beside her. She was wearing a Mona Lisa smile, pleased, knowing, mysterious. She reached down to squeeze his dick. “Poor Dipper, all hard for so long. Does it hurt?”
“No, I’m fine,” he said. ”How are you feeling?”
“Stuffed,” she told him. “But wanting you in me, really, and not the plug. Uh, Dipper?”
“Yes?”
“Is Pacifica better at sex than me?”
He laughed. “I thought guys were supposed to ask that kind of silly question. ‘Is my dick as big as Robbie’s?’” He kissed her. “No, Pacifica’s not better at sex than you are. You’re my number one girl.”
She gave him a kiss and then murmured, “How’s Tambry’s ass?”
He thought. “It’s good, it’s snug, but she gets kind of wrapped up in her own feelings. Like she gets off so much when she holds my penis when I pee. That’s kind of . . . she treats me like a thing, you know? Makes me feel like she just considers me a fancy sex toy. I mean, I do like doing her and Paz anally, but it’s a little, I don’t know, impersonal?”
She put her palm against his cheek. “If you’d rather not do me—”
“I want to,” he said, cutting her off. “But I want to ask a favor from you, too.”
“What?”
He picked one of the extra pillows. “Raise your butt off the bed.” She did, and he tucked the pillow beneath her, raising her shapely derriere a few inches. “There. When we’re doing it, I want to be facing you, not going at it doggy-style. I want to feel your breasts against me and I want to be able to watch your face.”
“Gonna be different,” she said. “But I’m new at this butt stuff, so, yeah, let’s try it that way. I think I’m ready for the lowest vibe setting. Try it.”
He moved down on the bed again until he could see what he was doing and then pressed the on/off switch and small silicone bulb encasing it glowed like a ruby. “It’s powered up.”
Then he reached to the bedside table for the remote. It was the simplest of controls: a thin plastic rectangle, one flat button control at the bottom to begin the vibration and, when pressed again, to set the mode. A second button just above that set the speed from slow to medium to fast. The bottom button, pressed again, could adjust the vibrations from steady to pulsate to cycle or from pulsing to a faster, heavier throbbing. Dipper started it at slow, steady speed.
“Doesn’t do much for me yet,” she said. “Ramp it up.”
“How’s this?” Dipper asked, increasing the speed and adjusting the mode to pulse.
“Ooh,” Wendy said, wriggling. “Yeah, I definitely feel that. It’s big and in kinda deep. I hope I can push it out when we’re done!”
“You can pull it out by the control stem, but I don’t think you’ll have any problem pushing it out,” Dipper said. “The way you cum is . . . vigorous.”
“Getting’ hot now,” she said. “Oil up that beautiful dick for me, or even better, squirt some lube in my hand and let me do it. Come on up, close to my face. I love to look at your hard-on!”
She slowly lubed his throbbing erection, grinning at him. “I didn’t think it could swell any more, but you must be going for a record. Look how tight and shiny it is! This great big beautiful dick, all for me! You’re getting a little bit of those pheromones back, too, Dipper. Just a second.” She urged him to knee-walk a little closer and then she put her nose next to his slit and took a luxurious long sniff. “Yeahhh. Real sexy. And this is the frenulum, right?” She licked the inverted V shape with the stiff tip of his tongue.
“Don’t do that or I can’t hang on!” Dipper yipped.
“Okay, I’m ready. Rev up the vibe more and take out the butt plug.”
He moved down between her legs and did as she asked. As he indreased the speed and pulsations, he could hear the muffled buzz and throbbing of the vibrator inside her. He gripped the crescent of the plug, which nestled deep in her crack, and tugged slowly and firmly, Wendy gasped as the plug popped out. “Now put your dick in,” she said, her voice throaty and eager. “Take your time. Yeah, it feels so nice and warm! Push. This time it’s easier, the plug really heh-helped me loo-loosen up. God, the vibration’s driving me crazy! Do I smell sexy to you?”
“So sexy!” he said. It was true. The vibe kept her pussy slightly gapped, and she was practically steaming with the arousing scent of wet girl flesh.
“Highest gear,” Wendy said. “And then fuck me. I’ll let you know if it gets too rough for me—woah! Crazy vibes! I want you so bad right now! Let’s fuck, Dipper!”
Wendy had the flexibility of a ballerina. She bent her legs far, far back, raising her ass so he had a better angle. Dipper lay atop her and put his forehead against hers, and they looked into each other’s eyes. “You know,” she whispered, “I bet with a little practice I could bend far enough to eat myself out!”
“I’m not gonna last long,” he said as he began a slow, steady fuck, her rear passage snug but slippery. “I can really feel the vibe in your pussy.”
“Push deeper inside me., I want all of you. Ungggh! Yeah, that’s so good! NOW I really feel stuffed. Fuck me faster. Ooh! I wanna feel your cum shoot out. Little faster! Oh, damn, I gotta move my hips, too!”
She ground against him, forcing her clit against his pubic bone, gripping his shaft with her clenching asshole. Her chin tilted way back, the tendons in her neck showing. It was hard to tell in the muted candle light, but he thought he could see the rosy glow that always came just before she did. She grunted with effort and pleasure and then spasmed hard, her own orgasm spurring his. He felt her hot gush of her ecstasy and the vibe, surprising him, simply popped out of her pussy. He leaned back to let it fall from between them, and the change of angle made him shoot a massive load.
“Oh, my God, that’s so fucking great!” Wendy said. “Yes! I'm cumming again! Oh, man, I could get used to this! You—you finished?”
“For the night, probably!” he gasped, withdrawing. Wendy rolled over onto her tummy and raised her butt again. “How does it look?”
“I think in porn terms, that’s a classic cream pie,” he said. “It’s really pouring out of you!”
“Well, this one time—I’m not going to swallow it!” She collapsed full-length on her stomach. “My insides are still fluttering. I wonder if you could, like, put ping-pong balls up in my pussy and let me try to shoot them out. It felt so damn good when I squirted out that vibe! But how was fucking me like that? Was it good? Did you like it?”
He lay next to her, his dick going flaccid as he stroked her back. “I liked it a lot,” he said. “But I’ll be honest, with you I prefer regular sex to butt sex. If you like it, though, I don’t mind doing it—”
“I like it. Not enough to do it every time,” she said. “But it’s different and kind of nasty, kind of a naughty change of pace. A now and then thing.” She rolled on her side, smiling at him. “I’m glad we thought of the towel! I still feel your cum dripping and oozing out of me. So how would you rate the different kinds of ways we’ve done it?”
“Let’s see. First, they’re ALL nice, in different ways. But starting at the bottom—”
“I knew it, you didn’t like my ass!”
He kissed the tip of her nose. “That wasn’t at all what I was going to say. I love your ass! But on the lowest rung, I guess the foot job? It’s real exciting for me when you lean way back and get me off with your feet and toes, and I love seeing your wide-open pussy, but there’s not much in it for you.”
“Aw. Most boys don’t think of the girl. Robbie and I never went all the way, didn’t date long enough for that, but Tam says when they fucked, she’d get him off and he’d turn his butt to her and go to sleep! But you’re a gentleman. The lady always comes first. Seriously, I love that you think about how I feel, Dip, ‘cause I think for me the best part of cumming is when you cum with me.”
“The same with me,” Dipper said. “That’s the absolute best. Nothing like it.”
“Okay, make the foot jobs very occasional. Next?”
“Hand job,” he said. “Again, real nice, but more like another now and then thing, right? And for me it’s best when it’s mutual, when you’re masturbating me at the same time I’m fingering you.”
“That is good,” Wendy said. “Yeah, I like it when we can time it just right, you know. I really love it when your hot cum hits me in jets and splashes over my tits and face. Or straight in my mouth.”
“Next is butt sex,” Dipper said. “But only when we’re facing each other. It’s so damn sexy watching your expressions. Do you know how red you get when you’re just about to cum? Beautiful!”
“You’re making me self-conscious. So we always go face to face, I’m down with that. And I guess next is the pussy,” she said.
“No, for me, way high on the list is when you suck me off or we do sixty-nine,” Dipper corrected. “It feels so, so bawdy when you take my dick in your mouth, and it’s different from anything else. You know just when and where to lick me and when to suck. And your pussy is delicious, and when you squirt, it's almost, I don't know, like a fizzy drink. And I have to say it’s just . . . overwhelming to me that when I cum, you like to drink it all, swallow it all.”
“Best way to get it,” Wendy said. “Love the way it tastes, and until you came along, well, I think I told you before when I sucked a guy, I always, always spat it out. I won’t ever do that with you. Tastes good and feels great in my tummy! And it’s really, truly like a fantastic drug with no hangover or anything. After I give you a good blowjob, I feel terrific for hours. And while I’m sucking, you don’t mind if I finger myself at the same time, so we both cum. So yes to BJs, as often as possible! Maybe once a day, minimum?”
“I love BJs, but I like sixty-nine, too,” he said. “Even if sometimes when you cum, you miss my mouth and squirt right in my eyes and hair!”
With a giggle, she said, “Sorry about that.”
“No, seriously, I love it. You taste so good and smell so good, yeah—look at me, I’m already getting a little hard again just talking about it. So oral sex is way, way up there. But best of all is regular sex, any way you want it—missionary, cowgirl, standing, doggy, it’s all the greatest. Holding you, my dick deep in your pussy, you squeezing it, us kissing or me milking your nipples when we do it—it’s the greatest.”
Wendy looked thoughtful. “Mm, well. We’ve still got some positions to explore. There’s scissoring. And wheelbarrow. And pile-driver, that’s on my list to try. And—”
“Whoa, I don’t even know what some of those are!” Dipper said, laughing.
“Really?” Wendy asked, grinning. “We’ll just have to teach you, won’t we? I’m surprised, though, after what Mabel told me of your Internet history!”
“She’s a sneak,” Dipper said. “But Mabel’s got no room to talk. Do you know she’s got these web sites bookmarked where she can look at pony porn? And I don’t mean just cartoon pony-on-pony sex, but male pony on human girl, too! But for you and me, I’d love to explore all the ways we can fuck.”
Wendy nuzzled him. “That’s my Big Dipper, all curious and ready to research! Hey, how about another quick shower, just to get the sticky off? And then we’ll lay here in the candle light and this nice woodsy aroma and talk dirty and after a while I’ll go down on you, or we’ll do that sixty-nine you give such a good score to, and we’ll see how high we can get on sex alone.”
Dipper kissed her. “Know what? You talked me into it,” he said.
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