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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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25. Away From It All
On Friday morning Wendy and Dipper got up early. Mabel, as usual, wanted to sleep in, and they let her, until they told her finally that she needed to get on the road right away if she wanted to meet her roommate. They had already promised to spend the last weekend of break together.
They got her dressed, fed her, gave her a lunch basket and a thermos of non-spiked protein drink—she didn’t know that it was both sugar free and splooge free—and saw her off.
Then they sat on the front porch of Wendy’s house. “Whoosh,” Dipper said. “We did it. Thanks for your help with Mabel. Hope it wasn’t too disturbing.”
“No,” Wendy said. “Well, you know, it kinda is, but I guess she’s sort of more lez than bi. Still, she wants her roommate to go in with her to find a guy they can share.”
“Good luck to her.”
They’d already had breakfast. Tambry checked in by phone. She and Pacifica were in Minnesota, where Pacifica was alternately comforting her mother, who under the terms of Preston’s will was receiving a settlement amounting to half of the entire estate, including her car, the house in Santa Barbara, and twenty-five per cent of stock in the Northwest Enterprises conglomerate (Paz held fifty-one per cent of everything, and the other twenty-four was spread out among many associates and employees).
Preston was being cremated, as his will directed, and Pacifica would return the urn with his ashes to the family cemetery in Gravity Falls some time next week. “I’m flying back Sunday afternoon,” Tambry said. “Then I gotta take the reins at the office until Paz gets back maybe a week from Monday.”
“How’s she doing?” Dipper asked.
“You know, okay, I guess. It’s not like it was totally unexpected or anything. And from what Paz’s mom says, he’d been declining pretty steadily. It was sudden, but not painful, the doctors say. He went in his sleep.”
“You all right, girl?”
“Yeah, fine. I’m needing sleep, but we’ll have the memorial service here—wait, is this Friday? Yeah, I lost track. Tomorrow morning we’ll have it, and then Paz and Mrs. Northwest are gonna be signing legal documents and Paz says I can rest. Wish you were here with me.”
“Time for that later,” Dipper said.
“Gotta go.”
“Tell Pacifica that Dipper, uh, and Wendy are really sorry.”
“Thanks. Tell Wendy I’ll be in touch sometime early next week.”
When they’d hung up, Wendy said, “Time to do it, I guess.”
“How are you feeling?”
With a laugh, Wendy said, “Almost used to it!”
They went into Wendy’s dining room, she brought the rolled-up carpet from the garage, and they unrolled it.
“Let’s do this naked,” Dipper suggested.
“I’m game.”
They stripped and then just stood looking at each other. “Before we go through with this,” Wendy asked softly, “I’ve been wanting one thing. You can say no if you want to, but—well. I’m gonna ask, okay?”
“Sure. Anything.” They held hands and gazed into each other’s eyes. “What do you want, Wendy?”
Wendy said softly, “Um—I mean, with Tambry and Paz and even Mabel I already had lots of it, but looking at you here like this—and before we use the carpet, I mean—would you please suck my dick?”
“Wow. Well, yeah, I guess. It’s not like I’ve never tasted cum. And it's really my dick. Yeah, I’ll do it. And then if you want, we can fuck.”
“Let’s see how I feel, okay? And you.”
“Sit in a chair.”
So Dipper—or Dipper’s body—sat in a chair and spread his legs, and his cock strained at attention. And Wendy—or Wendy’s body—brought in a pillow and knelt on it and began to lick the cock.
“What are you doing?” Wendy—who was in Dipper’s body, as she had been since just before they’d left for Pacifica’s house—asked, straining to see not just only the action going on around that urgent cock but what Dipper, in her body, was doing.
He straightened her shoulders so she could see better. Dipper was sucking now, taking in his own cock (temporarily attached to Wendy) and getting in lots of lip and tongue action, while he caressed and pinched Wendy’s boobs, which temporarily belonged to him, and started to masturbate the pussy he had grown to enjoy having. He smiled up at his own face from the cock head.
“Dude,” Wendy said in his own voice, “that’s so fuckin’ hot! I never realized how hot I looked doing stuff like that.”
Dipper let the cock bob for a moment. “I always knew,” he said. “Okay, I’m gonna make you cum.”
“Do it and get me hard again and we’ll fuck and then after we'll switch bodies back and exchange notes,” said Wendy. “Damn, this is kinky.”
“Tell me if I can do it better.”
Involuntarily she began to move her hips, and then she reached down to twine her fingers in her own hair—on Dipper’s head at the moment—and direct him as he face-fucked her. “Gah,” she said. “This is so different for a guy! But it’s real sharp and—yeah, like that, like that! Uh! Real, real sharp and over-WHELMING, sorry, nearly came, trying to hold it back—”
“Mm, just let it go,” he whispered in her voice. “I can take it.”
“Yeah, yeah, I can feel it comin’ on—AWW GEEZE! Oh, my God! You okay?”
He got up, wiping her lips. “Look at your tits and your face,” he said. “What do you think?”
“You’re so red!” she said.
“Always like that when you come,” he told her. “I love to see how sharp your nipples get and how your freckles just vanish when you get so pink. Here, suck up some milk.”
She—as Dipper—did. “My stuff does taste good!” she murmured. “How about your cum?”
“Swallowed most of it,” he admitted. “But here’s some for you.”
They kissed and then they stumbled to the bedroom. “Can you do it?” he asked her.
“Don’t know. I’m still not used to working a dick!”
“Here, I’ll help.” He fapped her and then licked the frenulum, which as he had told her was very sensitive.
“Oh, yeah, I can do it!”
So Dipper, in Wendy’s body, lay back on the bed and held took Wendy, in his own body, into a caress. “Wanna show you how it feels when you get really going,” he whispered.
She sank her dick into the grasp of that slippery pussy and her own body hugged her with both arms and legs, locking ankles and using heels to urge the process on. “Aw, man,” Wendy said. “We’re gonna be so much better at this from now on! I never knew how great this felt to a guy!”
“I never knew how a girl’s orgasm just sort of blooms through her whole body,” Dipper said. “Starts down in the pussy and just glows all the way up. Like—I’m close now!—like, uh, being filled with gold light! Fuck me now! Faster!”
“Yeah, let’s go for it!”
Not only did she cum, but she shot nearly a full load into her own pussy, and then she went down on herself and sucked and licked and gave Dipper—in her body—another great experience.
They lay licking and sucking and kissing for a long time. Then Dipper sighed. “It’s been nice, but—we’d better change back. I don’t know if anybody’s ever swapped minds for this long before.”
They went back to the dining room, stepped on the carpet, shuffled around, and then slapped hands, creating a shock that knocked them both back on their asses.
“Whoa!” Wendy said, a hand to her head. “That was like a rush! You back, Dipper?”
“Yeah, I’m okay,” he said. He reached down to stroke his flaccid dick. “There you are, old buddy. Nice to have you back.”
He got to his feet and reached down to help Wendy up, but she tackled him and forced him down. “Let me see if I learned just what you like in a blowjob,” she said.
“Only if then I can show you how I learned how you like to be eaten out!”
It was a deal. And if the orgasms weren’t the absolute best they’d ever had, they were a good indicator that much better ones were in the future.
They rolled up the carpet and stored it safely. Then they showered and lazed in bed for a couple of hours, talking about the experience they’d had.
“Anyhow,” Dipper said, “I’m glad you realized that was Mabel’s voice you heard on the phone. I don’t know if I could’ve gone through with actually letting her suck and fuck my dick, and the way she was, I guess we had to do it one way or the other.”
“Mabel’s stubborn,” Wendy agreed. “She was determined to suck and fuck you. But since we’d talked about the carpet biz already, it hit me that I wouldn’t mind Mabel going down on me or fucking me—hell, we started doing that back when she first turned bi—and it wouldn’t exactly be twincest, since I’d be in the driver’s seat.”
“You did a good job of acting. Nobody caught on.”
"Yeah, nearly slipped a time or two. How was lesbian sex with Mabel?"
"Well, I could tolerate that. I guess the big difference is the dick, after all. But, you know, I got a taste of what sex with her is like, and that's enough. Did you have any problems when you were me?"
Wendy shrugged. "Nearly called you Dipper once or twice, and I think Tambry was kind put out when she wanted me to butt-fuck her and I was sort of awkward about it. That’s weird for you, isn’t it? Anal, I mean.”
“It’s different,” Dipper said. “You have to be careful to, I guess, be gentle when you’re pushing in so you don’t hurt the girl, and then you take your friction when you’re pulling out. It’s sort of the reverse of what you instinctively want to do.”
“Yeah, I see what you mean now, you want to go the other way, fast in and slow out. I’m not all that keen on it,” Wendy said. “I mean, as a girl, getting a dick up my ass. It’s fine as long as I get some pussy stimulation too, you know, a vibe or a girl’s tongue, but otherwise I don’t think I could cum. It’s just kinda weird. Guess I’ll have to practice some with you. If you don’t mind butt-fucking me maybe once or twice a year?”
“I’ll do anything you want me to do, any time you want it,” he promised. “Do you think we’ll have a problem with Mabel?”
“One, she’s not gonna find out unless you tell her,” Wendy said. “Two, I kinda tried to do it so Mabel got more enjoyment from Tambry and Pacifica and me—well, you, but she thought you were me—than from your dick. I think she’s over you, ‘specially if she finds a guy.”
“We had some girl talk after we did each other,” Dipper confessed. “Mabel said my dick was a little uncomfortable for her. She loved the cum, but my dick is too long and thick. She knows a guy back at college that she’s got her eye on. She and her roommate spied on him once when he was in the shower and didn’t know they could see in. He’s shy, she says, and straight, but real awkward around girls. His penis looks more comfortable to her. Anyway, Mabel and her roommate are going to seduce him.”
“Ah, a young virgin dick,” Wendy said playfully. “Mabel will find a way to console herself!”
“I hope so. The incest thing, it's just too much for me. I’d never feel great about it.”
“Speaking of which,” Wendy said, raising up on one elbow, “see if you like this.”
She nuzzled into his chest hair and began to lick his nipples, then nip at them and suck them. “This do anything for you?”
“It got me hard,” Dipper said. “It felt real good when I was you and Tambry was sucking and licking my nips, but it's arousing when a girl does it to me. I mean when I'm in my own body!”
“See what you’ve been missing?”
“Well, don’t stop!”
Wendy playfully raised herself enough so her own nipples could brush against his chest as she licked first his left, then his right nipple. She reached down now and then to squeeze the shaft of his dick. “Think you’re up for some action?” she asked huskily.
“Think so. What do you want to—”
“I’ll go down on you,” she said, kissing him. “If you’ll go up on me!”
“I love the taste of your pussy.”
“I want to drink your cum!”
So they moved into the sixty-nine position, Wendy’s beautiful rounded ass coming down so her pussy met his tongue, her beautiful lips opening at just the right angle to take all of his cock into her hot mouth and even into her throat. He felt heat rising in him. Her delightfully tart and slippery pussy invited his tongue to invade her, and he did his best to oblige.
He wondered, has her clit swelled even more? It had felt about the size of a marble after the effects of the flower had started to work on her, and now it seemed nearly grape-sized. It was firm and pliant, anyway, and he could suck it between his lips and swipe his tongue eagerly round and around it, making Wendy moan.
By now the two of them were like dance partners who had spent years on stage together. They had learned to read each other’s signals and to anticipate each other’s moves and needs. Dipper knew, he just knew that in the next fifteen seconds Wendy was going to have a spectacular climax, and that spurred on his own. Wendy must have sensed his impending eruption, because she clenched her fingers in his butt cheeks and pulled back enough to concentrate on the swollen head of his dick, sucking and licking insistently.
He thought they both fired at the same instant. He felt the hot rush of his cum blasting into her mouth, and her pussy clenched, squirting her fluid into his mouth and across his cheeks and neck. He continued to nuzzle and lick her as she sucked the last drops from him.
Then she flopped over onto her back with a “Boosh!”
He reversed and climbed up her, pausing at her breasts to suck her milk—it was really flowing at the moment.
“Oh, that’s so good,” she murmured, stroking his hair and the back of his neck. “You know just what I like, lover! Mm, how’m I tasting?”
“Fantastic,” he said. He sucked her left nipple until he had a mouthful, then pushed himself up. She expected a kiss, but he put his hand under her chin and with his fingers gently forced her to open her mouth, and then he let the white stream dribble into it. “See what I mean?”
“Mm.” She licked her lips. “I guess I am pretty grade A! But, man, your cum’s still so tasty. Oh, my God, it’s so terrific to have you all to myself again. Are you as hungry as I am?”
“Pretty hungry,” he admitted.
“Let’s go raid the fridge.”
The fridge was depleted and disappointing, so they got dressed and made a grocery run, grabbing some whole milk—Wendy usually drank one-percent, but after a lovemaking session, she needed the extra calories—and enough fresh meats and veggies for a couple of meals. Back home, they drank almost a quart of milk each, and Dipper made them a big cheesy omelet with ham.
“What amazes me,” Wendy said as they stacked the dishwasher, “is that I’m not gaining any weight!”
“I think we're back to using up most of the calories doing stuff like producing semen and milk,” Dipper said.
“And we work off a lot of ‘em having sex,” she agreed.
That afternoon Mabel called to let them know she had arrived back at college safely, and a little after that Tambry called again. “All the legal stuff’s done,” she told them. “Paz can collect her dad’s ashes tomorrow morning, and I’m in charge of transporting them back to the Falls. Hey, she says that once she gets her mom settled, there’ll be a short memorial service in the Falls, too, and you guys are invited.”
“We’ll come,” Wendy told her. “How are you holding up?”
“I’m okay. It’s easier ‘cause Paz didn’t fall all to pieces. But you know her—she always had daddy issues, anyhow. I think she’s sad that he’s gone, but she’s also kinda relieved, you know? He hasn’t been happy since his first stroke. Got frustrated ‘cause he couldn’t run his business or even read the reports. And when he could understand how Paz was restructuring things and how she’d kicked profits up by twenty percent, well, he didn’t like that. But like everybody else, he was replaceable, you know? Makes you, like, think or some junk.”
It made Wendy think that she really ought to go visit her dad and her nominal step-mother. “I’ll go alone,” she told Dipper the next morning. I’m going to tell him about us—still want to get married to me?”
“In a heartbeat,” he said.
“I’m not gonna wear a thing under my wedding dress,” she confided. “I want you to do me in the back seat of the limo as we drive away.”
“You got it,” he said.
“You’re so romantic,” she said, kissing his nose. “Anyway, I’m gonna start by telling Dad I got a special guy. He’ll like that. He knows me and Tambry have had a thing going on, and he goes back and forth from telling me that it’s a phase to saying he’s gonna throw me out on my ass without a penny if I don’t drop the lez biz."
"You're already out and on your own," he said.
"Yeah, but not in Dad's mind. Anyway, when I say I've got a guy and the guy is you, he’ll be like over the moon. He likes you and always told me you’re the smartest kid he knows.”
“I’m no lumberjack, though,” he said.
“But you’re strong in all the right places,” Wendy told him, patting his package.
The next morning, on his own, Dipper called gruncle Ford, who asked how the cure had gone.
“It’s like about seventy-five percent, I’d say,” Dipper told him. “The urges are still there, and Wendy and I are a thing now, so we sort of take care of business.”
“What does that expression mean?”
Dipper remembered how long Ford had been away from his home dimension and how much slang changed over the years, though he’d thought the expressions were roughly in the right era. Anyway, he clarified, “We are still having sexual intercourse regularly. In fact, we’ve both decided we want to get married.”
“That would be the best thing,” Stanford said. “But I’ll prepare a booster shot for you, if you’d like. My experiments have improved the original formula. Do, um, the other young ladies—will they need some help?”
“Please,” Dipper said, “especially make sure you make another one for Mabel. Could it be an oral dose instead of a shot?”
“I can probably molecularize it so it will form a time-release suspension in alcohol,” Ford said. “A tincture. And I’ll even add cherry flavors. So one dose for you, one for Wendy, one for Miss Rivera, one for Miss Northwest, and one for Mabel.”
“Um—is it possible to, uh. I mean, will you leave me and Wendy off the list?” Dipper asked. “We’re happy as we are.”
After a moment, his gruncle said, “Excellent. I am happy to hear that. Leave everything to me. It will take about a week, and I’ll come back to the Falls with the doses. I want to retrieve a few of my instruments from my laboratory, anyway.”
Later, Dipper talked it over with Wendy. “I asked if he could leave us off,” he said. “Or do you want to, uh, damp out our relationship a little?”
“Not me,” she said dreamily. “When the time comes and we want to start a family, this would be a great way to get started.”
“Babies,” Dipper said. “Uh, maybe we should ask gruncle Stanford to give us the formula just in case—I mean, we wouldn’t want a dozen kids!”
“Mm, file it for later then,” Wendy said. “Are we going for the four-person marriage? I mean, Paz wouldn’t be in the mood so soon after her dad’s passing, but by summer, I think Tam and Paz might both be down with it.”
“Let’s think about it,” Dipper said. “I mean, damn, it’s tempting for any guy to have a harem, but still—I’m making some money with the podcasts and all, but I hate the idea of not pulling my weight.”
Wendy tugged at his dick—now slack because they had made good use of their time together. “I think this guy pulls all the weight we three could ask for. But I guess we’ll table it. What will this booster shot do to Tam and Paz?”
“Probably just get them off the notion they’re addicted to my cum,” Dipper said. “They’d probably still be attracted to me and all, gruncle Stanford says, but they wouldn’t have this sort of, uh, sort of—”
“Nympho attraction?” Wendy asked with a giggle.
“Well, uh, yeah, I guess.”
“Well, you got one nympho on your team anyhow,” Wendy said. “Know something? I’d give up girls for you. Bye-bye bi, if you ask me to be exclusive. That’s how much I love you, dude.”
“I don’t think I’d ask you to change something that’s so basic to you,” he said. “Corrrection: I know I wouldn’t. I love you the way you are.”
“Good answer, man. Good answer.”
They fell asleep knowing that the next morning they’d wake up next to each other, horny for each other, and without any inhibitions about satisfying that.
In fact, as dusk fell one evening not long after, they learned that Soos and family would be away from the Shack overnight and they snuck up to the roof. It was a balmy twilit time, and so what did they need with clothes? They’d brought a big air mattress up, and that was enough. “You know,” Wendy said as she guided Dipper’s hand down to her pussy, “when I was working here, I used to fantasize about this.”
“Not with me, though,” Dipper said, enjoying her already slippery slit as he lazily moved his fingers.
“No. Not with anybody in particular. Some mysterious Nobody. Sometimes a guy, sometimes a girl—God, that’s great, you know just how to touch me!”
“I should after being you for, what, three or four days?”
“Yeah, and I know the secrets of your dick!” She expertly took hold of it and started to tease the glans. “Mm, can’t decide whether I like having a pussy or a dick better. There’s good points to both!”
“We saved the carpet,” he said. “We can trade around anytime you’re in the mood.”
“Wouldn’t it be funny if I was you and you were me when we get pregnant?" She gasped and squirmed. "Hey! When did you find out about that spot?”
“Guess,” he said while inserting his thumb in her pussy and stroking with his Wendy-lubed middle finger the taut stretch of skin between her pussy and her asshole.
“Well, I jerked off—I’m ready, I’m ready!—jerked off when I was in your body, so I can’t—ahh!—complain that you explored mine—get that dick inside me right now, I can’t stand it!”
He knelt on the air mattress, said, “Whatever you do, don’t roll!” and entered her. She raised her butt and rested her legs on his chest, taking him deep.
“Yeah, that could be painful! Oh, Dipper, you really fill me up! I—yeah, nice slow roll, I love it—I tell you what, when they have the summer fireworks, let’s sneak into a dark corner and fuck while we watch ‘em with people all around us.”
“Sounds super sexy. It’s a date!”
“This is so great. Tell you what, though—a finger in my butt would put the cherry on top!”
“In the bottom, you mean,” he said, obliging the lady.
She twitched and moved her hips in a sly gyration. “I love laying here with you in me, smelling your scent, looking up at the stars. Fas—ah, you know, you’re goin’ faster already. Yeah, ride me high. Tap my butthole with your finger—oh, yah-yeah! Let’s just see how long we can keep this up.”
It turned out not to be all that long, but it felt like a blissful eternity.
When their private fireworks went off, Wendy shuddered and yipped. Dipper gasped. When he pulled out, she went down on him, and then he returned the favor. She stroked his hair. “If you get some cum out of me, kiss me and let me have it, too,” she said. “Just can’t get enough of you. Oh, man, girls would love to have a guy like you, not afraid to get a little spunk in his mouth when they—Gah! ‘Nother one! Ooh, yeah! Quick, get up her and kiss me!”
He did. As they cuddled on the downslope, he said, “I guess the reason why I don’t mind the taste of my cum is what we did while in each other’s bodies.”
“Nah,” Wendy said comfortably. “It’s ‘cause you love me and would do anything for me.”
After a moment’s thought, Dipper said, “Yeah, that’s it. That’s right.”
It was such a nice night, and they had gotten so high, both literally and metaphorically, that they sort of hated to climb down that ladder again.
But then—there was always more to look forward to.
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