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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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26. All Together
The soluble pills had very little taste, and on a weekend visit to Mabel down in California, Wendy easily persuaded her to drink a chocolate shake with one of Stanford’s booster pills dissolved in it. She didn’t notice a thing. Wendy met Mabel’s roommate, a pretty, slender blonde girl, outgoing and sports-loving. Her first question to Wendy was “Do you play tennis?”
And though she and Mabel displayed obvious fondness, arms around each other’s waists, some smooching, Mabel’s lust had dulled down enough so they didn’t try to talk Wendy into a threesome. They did talk about Bobby, a guy Mabel knew, about whom they giggled as they told Wendy how both of them would like to get him in bed and thought they would soon.
“Don’t spread this around,” Mabel mock-whispered, “but I found out that Bobby is a v-i-r-g-i-n!”
“You sure about that?” Wendy asked. After all, Bobby was a college freshman.
“Absolutely!” Mabel assured her. “I know his older sister, and he complains to her about how he always strikes out with girls before anything gets very far.”
“He’s cute,” Eileen said, “but he’s, uh, what’s the word?”
“Dorky!” Mabel supplied. “Cute but dorky and awkward as hell around girls. But we’re gonna invite him over to dinner. And not tell him he’s the main course! I got a feeling that since he wants a girl but doesn’t know how to get one, it’s gonna be easy-peasy for two hot college girls like us to seduce him. What do you think?”
Wendy gave her a thumbs-up. “Cool. Virgin guys are the best, dude. You can teach ‘em all the tricks that please you!”
“We’re gonna!” Eileen said.
Mabel got confidential again. “Wendy, what if we get a little wine in him and then ask him if he’d like to see some porn with us? What he wouldn’t know is that we'll be the porn! Eileen and I will lie down on the floor and go down on each other, moaning about how we need his dick!”
“Might get his attention,” Wendy said. “But you might also scare him off. I’d say start with a little smooching. Cheeks first, then one of you give him a deep kiss on the mouth. Other one starts rubbing his dick through his pants. Once you get him unzipped, once you've both kissed his dick, then ask if he’d like you to give him a little lez show.”
“See?” Mabel asked her roommate. “Wendy always knows the best way to do these things.”
They talked about how Pacifica had lost her dad, how the will gave the widow Priscilla a generous income for life but gave Pacifica control of all the businesses, and how Tambry was running things while Paz got her mom fully settled in a new penthouse condo in Santa Barbara. “The doctor who took care of Preston’s interested in her,” Wendy said. “He’s gonna fly out from Minnesota in a week to make sure Priscilla’s comfortable. Paz says he’s like super rich, too, and a widower, so she expects to have a new stepdad by next year. One who won’t bother with her business, ‘cause he’s like a multi-millionaire himself.”
“Good for her!” Mabel said. “I wonder if Paz would stop by here on her way back to Oregon? I’d like us to get together.” She reached over to squeeze one of Eileen’s tits. “Paz is dynamite! When she goes down on you—”
“Don’t think she’ll have time right now,” Wendy said. “She’s gotta get back to business. Speaking of which—” she checked the time on her phone—“I have to run now. I’m meeting a supplier for the cabinetry department, and then I have to drive back to the Falls.”
They kissed goodbye, and by the time Wendy walked out the door, Mabel had her hands up under Eileen’s top. Wendy hoped the cute young guy they had in their sights would survive his first date with them.
Dipper was at a Buckster’s Coffee Shop, working on his laptop and sipping a latte, when she picked him up. “How is she?” he asked Wendy as he got in the car for the drive to Oregon.
“Doing good. Her roommate’s cute as hell, and they’re gonna jump a guy named Bobby next week. A nineteen-year-old shy, dorky virgin.”
“Did you get the pill in her?”
“Yep. Brought her a frosty chocolate shake. I didn’t say anything except it had a little additive, and I’m sure she thought it was your cum! She sucked it right down. But anyhow, she seems to have calmed down a little.”
“Good,” Dipper said. “The way she kept calling and whining, I think she was having some withdrawal symptoms.”
“Same with Tambry,” Wendy said. “But she’s so crazy busy that she’s too exhausted for sex. And I think the yen has cooled off with her, too. We’re gonna get together tomorrow, and I’ll slip her a pill.”
“As long as you don’t take one,” Dipper said, grinning.
“Are you kidding? I’m happy being in lust with your cock!” She drove for miles and they talked of things apart from sex—about how his podcast and writing were going (very well, he had over twenty thousand subscribers now), about how the weather was warming up so nicely, about the carpentry business (so busy Wendy had to hire on another twelve-person crew, picking up some former workers from the mudflap factory), and about where they’d go on their honeymoon.
“Kinda sorry about Paz’s cooling off,” Wendy said. “A big old yacht trip around the Hawaiian Islands would be so cool! Boat rocking at night, stars up above, us fucking like minks on the deck—nice.”
“We’ll talk to Paz when she finally gets back from taking care of her mom,” Dipper said. “She still may want to do the harem-marriage bit, if you’re interested.”
“I am always interested in dick and pussy, Dipper,” Wendy said firmly. “In fact, we just got back into Oregon and I want to pull off somewhere private and let you fuck me.”
“How can I refuse?” he asked. “But I want you to fuck me, not vice-versa.”
“You fuck me!” Wendy said.
“No, you fuck me.”
“Okay,” Wendy said with a grin. “Let’s compromise! Let’s just fuck each other.”
“That’s my girl!” Dipper said.
“Shit, no. I’m your woman, and you’re my man!”
“I’ll settle for that. Uh—I’m getting pretty hard here.”
“Hang in there, dude. I know a good spot about three miles from here.”
It was off a seldom-used road, hardly more than a dirt track. “Used to be a big logging area eighty years ago,” she explained as they jounced along. “Nothing left now but a few big soft-looking hills—giant piles of sawdust, overgrown and everything. Me and Dad surveyed it to see if it was worth logging again, but it would take building new roads, a new sawmill, the works. Here we are! What do you think?”
She stopped in a grassy and weedy clearing. Ahead grew a stand of pines, already tall. The sun shone warm, the breeze blew lightly. “Very private,” Dipper said, looking around. The scenery reminded him of the Falls.
Wendy got out of the car, and so did he. “Strip,” she said with a mischievous grin. “Everything but your shoes.”
“You, too,” he told her. “But leave your hat on, too!”
“Deal, if you’ll wear the pine-tree hat!”
It was a deal. With the sun feeling good on their bare skins, the two walked until they entered the pine-scented shade of the trees, where Wendy bent forward and grabbed hold of a young tree trunk, sticking out her freckled ass and wiggling it. “Here you go, Pines! Plant your sapling deep as you want!”
First he wet his fingers with his saliva and reached down to stroke her pussy, while cuddling a breast in the other hand. He slyly pressed the trigger spot on her taint, making her murmur with pleasure. “I’m so ready! You better hurry up, or I’m gonna cum without you, man!”
“Anything you want,” he said. Holding his shaft, he pressed the swollen helmet of his dick against her slit. She thrust backward, opened for him, and he slipped into her warm, snug depths.
“Oh, yeahh,” she said, sighing with pleasure. “That’s what I wanted! You okay back there, Dip?”
“Feels great to me, Wen!”
“Reach around and play with my tits, too.”
She held onto the tree trunk with her right hand while caressing her left breast with her other hand. He took care of her soft, sharp-tipped right tit himself, feeling the nipple grow, tugging at it, feeling a warm leak of milk already.
“Harder,” Wendy moaned, writhing as she rode his shaft. “Pinch my nipples. Make the milk squirt! Pound my ass! Wait, let me back up and bend over more. I love to feel your balls slapping against me!”
With her bent nearly double, he fucked her hard, finally letting go of her breast to grab hold of her upper thighs, pulling himself so that at each stroke he slapped into her. But before either of them came, she pulled off him, turned around, and said, “I like standing-up fucks, but I love to watch your face when you cum, so let’s finish like this!”
It would have been great if she’d had something to lean on, but the rough bark of the tree looked too uncomfortable, so they just stood, he holding her around the waist, crossed hands clamping her butt cheeks, she grinding against him as they kissed deeply and urgently. Now plunging his dick not only in but upward, Dipper felt Wendy rise on her toes at the end of each long, hot stroke. He knew he wasn’t going to last long, but then neither was she.
Then Wendy threw her head back, an ecstatic grimace on her face, and that familiar red coloring flooded her cheeks and throat. “Harder,” she groaned. “Harder! Oh, God, I’m almost there! Finish me!”
Dipper obliged and came as she did, feeling the liquid squirt out of her, her flowing ejaculate mixed with his cum. “Wen, I love you!” he gasped.
“Back at you, man. You fuck so good!” Wendy replied, kissing him and sucking on his tongue. Neither of them had tried to keep quiet.
And then—a gruff man’s voice interrupted: “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
Dipper looked around, still sex-dazed. A guy in a green uniform and a Mountie-style hat stood hands on hips, glaring at them.
Wendy recovered first. “We’re fucking, man! You oughta try it, it’s great!”
“There’s a law against being naked on forestry land!” the guy said sternly.
Dipper’s dick had slipped out of Wendy. He stepped in front of her to shield her from the old guy’s disapproving look. “But we’re not naked,” he said.
“Yeah!” Wendy said over his shoulder. “We’ve got on hats and footwear!”
“But everything else shows!”
Wendy sighed and stepped around Dipper. “Look at me!” she said, standing with her legs apart. “You see how wet my thighs are?”
It would be hard to miss. From groin to both knees her thighs gleamed as her juices and Dipper’s cum dripped down. The guy’s face turned nearly purple. “Uh—”
“That means we finished fucking already, understand? Are you really gonna write us up and take us back to the station or whatever and say to your boss that you found an engaged couple celebrating their love in a private place? Are you gonna lock us up or fine us or some dopey deal like that?” Then her voice changed to become insinuating and persuasive. “Or are you gonna turn your eyes away, let us go back to my Jeep, get dressed, and drive off, and then you’ll have a great story to tell the guys? Man, I caught the best-looking gal and her fiancée fucking off the road, and you should have seen her tits and pussy, and they guy was hung like a stallion! And you can fill in all the details.”
The guy’s gaze darted to Wendy’s luscious body, flickered momentarily to Dipper’s flaccid, oversized, drippy dick, and then turned up to the skies. “Oh, shit, get out of my sight!” he said.
“Thanks, man,” Dipper said.
“Fuck it,” the guy said. He didn’t look directly at them again, but smiled dreamily at the blue sky. “Me and my wife were about that randy twenty years ago.”
As they passed him, Wendy said, “Hey, dude, try bringing your wife out here and doin’ it in the open. Really turns a woman on, believe me.”
The guy kept his back turned as they used one of the towels they always kept in the Jeep to dry each other off before they dressed again. Dipper drove this time, and Wendy waved a cheery goodbye from the passenger window.
“Did he write down the license number?” Dipper asked.
“Nah, not even lookin’ around yet. Tell you the truth, I think he’s gonna jerk off now. He was kinda touchin’ himself. No pen and pad out.”
“Well,” Dipper said with a relieved chuckle, “you thought you’d get a kick out of doing it in public.”
“I did,” she said, drawling the words out wickedly. “I really did. Now we gotta think of a way to do it again, with a bigger audience!”
They pulled that trick off four hours later, in a rest stop not too far from the Falls. By then the sun had just set, and they parked not very far from a dozen other cars, with people coming and going, in and out of the restrooms, and four people sitting at a picnic table not twenty feet away. They pushed the seats as far back as they would go, and Wendy opened her top, unhooked and removed her bra, and gave him a fantastic tit job as he leaned way back in the reclined passenger seat.
“Are people looking?” she asked quietly as she pressed her soft breasts tight against his dick, now and then giving the head a suck or a loving lick.
“Every so often,” he said. “But not staring, just glancing. I think they must think I’m taking a nap.”
She reached a hand up to his mouth. “Suck my fingers,” she said.
He did, tasting her pussy. She had shoved her hand down her jeans and had been masturbating while switching from tit action to a full-blown blowjob. The taste alone made him cum in her mouth. He groaned but did not yell, and she swallowed as eagerly as always.
Then, grinning and wiping her lips, she said, “Let’s switch drivers again.”
He got his pants pulled back up and somehow zipped them, got out and went around the car. She crossed to the passenger side—by then the sky was getting very dusky—and with the door open, she stood sort of shielded by it and kicked off her boots, then shucked off her jeans and panties. She sat in the passenger seat, belt fastened, knees spread, ass scooched forward, and asked in a sultry voice, “How are you at driving one-handed?”
So for the rest of the way—about half an hour—Dipper drove with his left hand and fingered his girl’s quivering, slippery pussy with his right. At her house she didn’t bother dressing, but carried pants, panties, and boots inside, then stripped off her top. “I am so damn jacked up!” she said. “I gotta cum, man! Fuck me or eat me out, your choice!”
“Why choose?” he asked. They went straight to the bedroom, he shedding clothes through the house, and she perched on the bed while he knelt to savor the aroma and taste of her lustful pussy. When she was right on the verge, he lifted her legs onto the bed, got between them, and in the good old missionary position he made her buck like a bronco and scream his name: “DIP-per! DIPPER! DIPPER!”
She came before he did, and typically, she then pushed him off her and went down on him, kneeling beside him in perfect position for that bowling-ball grip that she loved, both ass and pussy slippery-hot, while again she sucked him off. This time she barely was able to get the tip into her mouth before he shot, gushing. She made a valiant effort to swallow it all, but in the end had to lick splatters and droplets off his thighs.
Then, as they cuddled, she murmured, “I’d call that a successful trip. Dosed Mabel, got ourselves off twice, three times counting this one, and now we’re all fucked out. Sweet, man! Since tomorrow’s Sunday, let’s not even bother with clothes. And maybe we can go down to the creek and skinny-dip and do some more outdoor fucking. The weather’s just right for that.”
“Whatever you want,” he said, coming up from having suckled her nipples. “I’m up for it.”
She stroked his cheek and neck. “That’s just the way I like you!”
Weeks passed. Paz came back, and at their gala reunion orgy at her place the next weekend, Wendy managed to slip both Tambry and Paz one of Stanford’s new pills, mixed in with drinks spiked with Dipper semen. In the following week, they cooled off a little—not that they stopped fucking with each other or Wendy or Dipper, but they no longer felt the strong, frantic urge that Wendy still did. Now they could do with a dose of Dipper juice maybe once a week.
The two of them thought the prospect over carefully, and one evening when they had just finished a round of sucking and fucking, Pacifica said, “You guys, don’t take this wrong, but I don’t want to get married yet. I’ve inherited the whole Northwest business enterprise, and that’s keeping me exhausted. How about if I take a rain check? Dipper, if I want to join the group marriage, can I hook up later?”
“It’s fine with me,” Dipper said. “Wen?”
Wendy took his cock out of her mouth and said, “Whatever you want, Paz. But, hey, if after Dip and me are married you just want to have get-togethers, I’m not gonna argue. Even if you want Dip all to yourself now and then!”
“Tambry?” Dipper asked.
She sighed. “I’m gonna go with Paz, I think,” she said. “I’m her chief assistant now, and like she says, that takes a lot of energy. Same deal? I can marry into the family later on?”
Wendy kissed her, sharing some of Dipper’s cum, and said, “Sure thing, girlfriend! And like Paz, Dip and I welcome you into our bed any old time you want to show up. Even every day if you want!”
“I think we’ll keep each other entertained most of the time,” Paz said. “Hey, you two—God, I love you both so much. I love all three of you! And thanks for leaving the door open.”
“Walk through it any time,” Wendy said.
“You don’t even have to dress,” Dipper added.
“Yeah, Tambry sighed. “I love it when we’re all together like this.”
Paz grinned. “Especially when we’re all together in the altogether.”
Wendy and Dipper glanced at each other. It was a first. Pacifica Northwest had made a little joke.
So they laughed more than it had deserved, and then Wendy, Tambry, and Dipper all plunged onto Pacifica and with fingers and tongues, lips and pussies and dick, they made her cum until she screamed.
Then they did it again. Just for luck.
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