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Depravity Falls	By : GeorgeGlass Category: +G through L > Gravity Falls Views: 15956 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Chapter 5: Candy Is Dandy, but Grenda Is…Also Dandy
Mabel was practically skipping as she made her way up the trail through the woods and then burst out of the trees into the clearing where Dee’s statue now resided. It was nice that Mabel no longer had to go into that dark, damp cave to see her.
“Dee!” Mabel shouted excitedly as she unslung her pink backpack. “How’s it hangin’?”
“Hmm, you tell me,” Dee replied suggestively. Then, in a slightly more serious tone, she added, “And on that topic, I’d like to hear the results of your homework assignment.”
“Oh, right, the five words!” Counting on her fingers, Mabel said, “Let’s see: ‘dong,’ ‘schlong,’ ‘verga’—I learned that one from Grandma Soos—’one-eyed trouser snake,’ and my personal favorite, ‘tallywhacker’!”
“Very good, Mabel, very good,” Dee replied. “Those are all fun words to use. But for purely sexual purposes, I suggest you use ‘cock.’ It strikes a nice balance between brevity and sleaze.”
“Sounds good to me!” Mabel replied.
“Of course, one day,” Dee went on, “you’ll be able to use such words in any context you like, once we have the power to change society’s rules and eliminate its taboos.”
“Wow! Really?”
“Oh yes. You’ll be able to make out with Dipper at the grocery store, or have sex with him in the middle of the street, if that’s your desire. It will be a little while before you reach that level, but it’s something to think about while you’re dusting the shelves at your Mystery Shack. Now, how are things with you and your brother coming along?”
“I had no idea how much I’d like it in the butt,” Mabel replied. “Now I wanna do it all the time!”
“Well, that’s excellent, Mabel. I’m certain Dipper won’t mind.” Dee and Mabel both chuckled.
“Oooh,” Mabel said, “and you know how you said I should up my underwear game? Look at these!”
She dug into her backpack and pulled out her newest undergarment masterpiece: a pink, knitted bra-and-panty set.
“I made them myself!” Mabel declared. “Aren’t they cute? The panties are really tiny, so Dipper gets to see a lot of my butt. And they’re made from alpaca wool, which is the most romantic kind of wool! Mostly because it’s the least itchy.”
“Well, you’re thinking outside the box, I’ll give you that,” Dee replied.
“It’s true!” Mabel said. “The wool comes in bags.”
“Anywayyyyy,” Dee said, “now that things are going so well on the Dipper front, it’s time for you to start branching out.”
“What do you mean?”
“To truly understand and embrace your sexuality, sex with boys isn’t enough. You need to try sex with girls, too.”
Mabel’s eyes widened. “Really? I mean, I know that’s a thing that some girls do, but I never thought of myself as one of those girls.”
“It’s important not to pigeonhole people, Mabel,” Dee replied. “Least of all yourself. You’ll never know all the pleasures this world can bring if you close your mind to them.”
“Yeah, you’re probably right,” Mabel replied. “I never would have found out how much I like it up the butt if you hadn’t told me to try it.”
“You kept an open mind and discovered a new form of pleasure. That’s what having a vagenda is all about. Sex with other girls is just another item for that list.”
Mabel looked a bit pensive as she replied, “But I thought this was all about me and Dipper and our destiny. How does having sex with anyone besides him help with that?”
“Every new sexual experience you have gives you more tools to make that destiny come to pass,” Dee explained. “You and Dipper are each other’s future, but to bring that future about, you must show him all the joys that having you as his lover can bring. And to show him those joys, you must first know them yourself.”
“I don’t think I get it.”
“Let me put it in more practical terms. Who is the one person Dipper would most like to have sex with besides you?”
“Well duh, that’s Wendy.”
“So what if you could give him the opportunity to have sex with you and Wendy at the same time?”
Mabel blinked. “You mean, like, that La Cage aux Folles thing?”
“The term you’re looking for is ménage à trois,” Dee corrected. “Or you can just call it a threesome. I imagine Dipper would be rather excited to have one of those with you and Wendy, don’t you?”
“Well, yeah, sure. But I don’t know how I can get Wendy to have sex with us. I mean, if she thinks Dipper is too young to date, she must think he’s way too young to boink. And way, way too young for a triplet.”
“Threesome. And that’s why you need experience. Before you and your brother can seduce Wendy, you both must learn what to do with a girl in bed. Dipper has had practice with you, but you’ll need to practice with another girl or two.”
“Like who?”
“Well, your two best friends come to mind.”
Mabel blinked. “Gosh. I mean, wow. I don’t think I’ve ever even thought about doing sex stuff with Candy and Grenda. Although they’ve both gotten weirdly hot since last summer…”
“They have, haven’t they? And who better than you, their experienced friend, to introduce their beautiful, virginal young bodies to the pleasures of the flesh?”
Mabel scratched her head. “But do I really need to practice on them? I mean, I already know how to make a girl feel good, since I am one and all.”
“Not every girl is like you, Mabel. Different girls like different things, and are sensitive in different places. Sex with your two friends will teach you a lot about what different girls like. And this won’t just benefit you: If you help Grenda and Candy to explore their sexual selves, it will improve their lives just as exploring your own sexuality has improved yours.”
“Gosh, you think?”
“Look at all the joys you’ve found since we started our journey together. Look how happy and confident you’re becoming. I imagine you would want the same for your best friends.”
“Yeah,” Mabel said, nodding slowly as an eager smile formed on her face. “Yeah!”
Then her brow furrowed. “But, I mean, I can’t just ask Grenda and Candy to have sex with me.”
“Of course you can,” Dee replied. “Just use the old ‘kissing practice’ trick.”
“The what now?”
“You know: You tell them that you want to practice kissing boys, and you ask them to practice with you. You’d be surprised how often that works.”
“For kissing maybe, but probably not other stuff.”
Dee chuckled. “Don’t worry, good old Dee has got you covered.”
An amber-colored box appeared in Mabel’s hands. It was three inches high, and its base was about a foot square. The four sides sloped upward and inward, such that the top of the box was smaller than the bottom.
Mabel removed the box’s top and found a dozen little chocolates. And now that the top was off, Mabel was able to flip down the sides of the box, revealing two more layers of candies under the first.
“It’s a good thing girls like chocolate,” Dee said.
***
Practically the moment after Mabel returned to the Shack and hid the box of chocolates, Dipper pulled her into the storage room. Mabel was expecting—and looking forward to—a quick bang against the shelves, but instead, Dipper took out a little handheld device. Unfortunately, it didn’t look like a sex toy (Mabel had recently started reading up on those, per Dee’s guidance).
“Mabel,” Dipper whispered, “check it out. I’ve been tinkering with this scanner that Great Uncle Ford left here, and I think I’ve got it working. It searches for signals from alien technology, and the best part is, one of the signals it’s found isn’t coming from the crash site. This might be our chance to find out who took those artifacts, and why.”
“Neat!” Mabel replied.
Much as she might have changed in the past year—and especially in the past two weeks—Mabel still loved a good mystery. Especially if she could investigate it with Dipper.
Dipper turned on the device, and it began to beep. Its little green screen had two glowing dots on it: one larger and farther away, one smaller and closer. Dipper pointed at the closer one.
“This has got to be where the missing artifacts are!”
“Then what are we waiting for?” Mabel cried. “Let’s follow that bleepity-bleep!”
***
Mabel and Dipper left the shack and followed the signal across town, the bleeping growing a bit louder as they went. While Dipper was focused on his device, Mabel said hello or waved to the people they passed.
It was funny: Even though Mabel couldn’t tell people about the things she’d been doing with Dipper, just knowing that she had done them made her feel more sure of herself. For most of her life, sex and sexuality had been like a mysterious box that she had to keep in her room but that she wasn’t actually allowed to open. But now, while other girls Mabel’s age and even Wendy’s age were still glancing nervously at that locked sex-box in the corner, Mabel had thrown it wide open and gazed upon the treasures inside. It made her feel worldly and confident, not to mention hella sexy.
They went all the way through town and into the woods on the far side. Then, after about nearly a mile of trekking through the trees and some thick brush, the twins arrived at a log cabin. Moss grew on the roof, and some of the logs looked like the woodpeckers had been at them.
“There’s no driveway,” Dipper said quietly. “It’s not even close to a road. Whoever lived here didn’t want anybody just dropping by.”
“Anybody who’s not a squirrel or a woodpecker, anyway,” Mabel said. Then she chuckled as she repeated, “Pecker.” She’d have to mention that one to Dee for extra credit.
The cabin’s only window was a small, grimy one set in the door. Dipper boosted Mabel up to look through it.
“Nobody’s in there,” she said. “Or if they are, they’re disguised as a rusty old potbelly stove.”
“Let’s assume they’re not,” Dipper said, letting Mabel down. “This place doesn’t look like anyone’s been near it in years.”
He tried the old, dented doorknob, but it wouldn’t budge, no matter how hard he and then Mabel twisted it.
“I can’t tell if it’s locked or just rusted shut,” Dipper said. “I wish I’d brought Great Uncle Ford’s spare magnet gun. It could rip all the metal right out of this door.”
Mabel looked closely at the doorknob. There was a gap between the base of the knob and the wood of the door, which gave Mabel an idea. She reached into her purse and took out a small, rectangular metal can.
“Let’s try this,” she said.
“You just carry Six-and-One Oil around with you?” Dipper asked.
“Me and Soos use it at the Shack all the time,” Mabel replied. She gave her brother a naughty smile as she added, “Besides, if there’s one thing I’ve learned lately, it’s the importance of lubrication.” Dipper grinned.
She took the little plastic cap off the can’s narrow nozzle and squeezed oil all around the base of the doorknob. Then she turned to Dipper.
“Try it now.”
Dipper grabbed the knob with both hands and twisted it with all his might. With a squealing sound, the knob turned, and the door opened slightly.
“Way to go, Mabel!” Dipper exclaimed. “You’re, like, this handy-girl now.”
“Handy and handsy,” Mabel replied, giving Dipper’s butt a little squeeze. Dipper laughed.
The twins pushed the door open. The hinges were even squeakier than the knob, which made the kids freeze and look around for a moment. But they didn’t seem to have caught the attention of anything but a few birds that flew away at the screeching sound.
The inside of the cabin was dusty and dim. Fortunately, Dipper had brought flashlights for both of them. Not that there was much to see: just an old wooden table, a rusty metal bed frame that might have been from an Army cot, and the old potbelly stove. Dipper looked at his tracking device.
“It looks like the artifacts are-” his brow furrowed “-under us. See if you can find a trap door or something.”
Mabel and Dipper paced the floor, looking for suspicious gaps. Before long, Dipper spotted a section of the crude wooden floor that was separated from the rest by a thin line.
“You couldn’t even get a crowbar into this gap,” Dipper said, running his finger along it. “There must be some kind of mechanism for opening it. Let’s keep looking.”
“Isn’t it kind of weird for a log cabin to have a basement?” Mabel asked as she poked around, knocking on walls and listening for hollow sounds. “It’s not like this place needs a furnace, or a water heater, or a place to keep Christmas decorations.”
“I’m pretty sure this ‘basement’ wasn’t meant to be found,” Dipper replied. “I’d guess- Wait a second.”
He knocked for a second time on one of the vertical logs that joined the cabin’s walls at the corners. Then his eyebrows rose.
“I think this is it,” he said. As Mabel came over to him, he said, “Now we just have to figure out how to-”
Mabel hit the log with the heel of her hand, and a hinged panel popped open, revealing that the entire log was hollow. Inside, a long chain went up to a pulley at the top and then down somewhere below the floor.
“I guess we pull on this?” Dipper said. Mabel shrugged.
They grabbed the chain and pulled. The trap door swung downward, revealing a metal ladder bolted to a concrete wall. Dipper shone his flashlight down, revealing a concrete floor about eight feet down.
He climbed down, and Mabel came down after him. When her feet touched bottom and she turned around, Dipper was shining his flashlight on a metal table. There sat the five missing objects from Ford’s photo. Mabel, intrigued, went to the table for a closer look.
“Careful, Mabel,” Dipper said. “These look like they could be weapons.”
“Hmm,” Mabel said, looking down at the objects.
Dipper and Mabel examined each of the artifacts carefully, Mabel using her hands as well as her eyes. The last item she picked up was vaguely gun-shaped and had a button where the trigger would be. After looking it over, Mabel pointed the device at her head.
“Mabel, DON’T!” Dipper cried.
Mabel pressed the trigger button, and a green beam of energy struck her head. Her long hair instantly piled itself up into a beehive hairdo.
“Relax, Dipper,” Mabel said. “It’s just a hair-styling thingy.”
Dipper looked at her with enormous eyes. “How could you possibly have known that?” he gasped.
Mabel pointed to a control slider on the handle that had a series of pictures of different hair styles. “See, there’s beehive, ponytail, twintails, mohawk, fauxhawk, and…oooh, what’s this one?”
She pointed the device at Dipper’s head and fired a green beam at it. Dipper tried to duck but was too slow, and the beam momentarily illuminated the top of his head.
“What the-?” Dipper exclaimed. Then he yanked off his hat and felt the top of his head, where his hair had become considerably shorter.
“Ah, crew cut,” Mabel said. “High and tight. Very nice.”
“Is there a reverse button on that thing?” Dipper demanded.
“C’mon, it’s not like you ever take that hat off,” Mabel replied. Then, sultrily, she added, “Besides, it gives you kind of a sexy soldier-boy vibe. I could call you my commanding officerrrrrrr…”
Dipper chuckled. Then he looked down at the other four artifacts.
“So…what do you think these other gadgets are?”
Mabel looked them over for a moment, then pointed at them one by one as she said, “Hair dryer, blackhead gun, nail trimmer, and I’m guessing this one removes makeup at the atomic level or something.” She nodded slowly as she added, “These were some well-groomed aliens.”
Dipper put a hand to his chin. “Why would someone take these artifacts from the crash site and then just leave them here? I mean, judging from all the dust, I don’t think anyone else has been here for years.”
“Beats me,” Mabel replied. “Should we take these gadgets back to the Shack with us?”
“I don’t know,” Dipper replied. “I mean, if we were able to track them here, then maybe someone else could track them, too.”
“Well, maybe the person who left them here was thinking the same thing.”
“Good point. Anyway, I think I’ll just take some pictures of them, but we’ll leave them here. We can always come back later if we need more information.”
“Or if we need a sweet new hairstyle for Pioneer Days,” Mabel added. “They had beehive hairdos in the 1800s, right?”
“Pretty sure they didn’t,” Dipper replied as he pulled out his phone and opened the camera app.
Mabel picked up the hair styler and the blackhead gun and posed like an action heroine in a movie poster. Dipper chuckled and snapped a few pictures, then took some of the other three items.
After she put the two artifacts back on the table, Mabel noticed something odd on the far wall: a square of concrete that was a slightly different color from the rest.
“What do you think that is?” she asked Dipper, pointing.
Dipper went over and examined the wall. Then, cautiously, he rapped the square with his knuckles.
“This isn’t concrete. It feels like plastic.”
“Plastic that looks like concrete,” Mabel said.
“Yeah,” Dipper said. “Back when this place was built, you probably couldn’t tell this from the rest of the wall. But now all the actual concrete is stained and gross, and this part isn’t.”
“You think it’s some kind of secret hiding place?”
“Honestly, what else could it be?” Dipper said. “But I don’t see an obvious way to open it. I’ll try your trick.”
He hit the panel with the bottom of his fist, and it popped open, revealing a space like the interior of a safe. Inside was a single large sheet of paper that was rolled up like a scroll. Dipper brought it to the table and unrolled it.
“What the heck is this?” he asked.
The paper had various weird icons on it that Mabel couldn’t begin to recognize. And they were scattered around the page, so they didn’t look like words.
“No idea,” Mabel said.
Dipper studied it for a minute or so, then rolled the paper back up.
“Whatever it is,” he said, “we’ve probably got a better chance of figuring it out back at the Shack.”
“Yeah,” Mabel agreed. Sniffing audibly, she added, “For one thing, it smells better there.”
They climbed back up the ladder, then used the chain to shut the trap door before leaving the cabin and heading toward home.
“So,” Dipper said, “Wendy and her friends are going to the arcade tonight. We could go with, and have some fun. And then, you know, go back to the Shack for some other fun.” He smiled wickedly. “I could spank your ass figuratively and literally.”
“Pffft,” Mabel replied. “Come on, Bro-Bro, you know I’m better at video games than you are.”
“Claiming to hold the world-record high score on a game I’ve never seen called ‘Immortal Wombat’ does not make you better at video games than me.”
“If you’d seen the way I took down that final boss wombat, you’d know that it does. Besides, I’m hanging with the girls tonight. And Little Dipper could probably use a break; he was looking a little red and chafed this morning.”
“Yeah, true,” Dipper said. “And I need to spend some quality time trying to figure out what’s on this piece of paper. After some gaming, I mean.” He chuckled and said, “I’m trying to get better about the whole work/life/obsessive hobby balance thing.”
“Good for you,” Mabel replied.
***
After dinner, Mabel headed off to Grenda’s house. Mabel liked the place; it was full of memorabilia from Grenda’s dad’s days as a death-metal drummer. Unfortunately, all the loud music had made the man hard of hearing, so one really had to speak up to talk to him. But tonight, Grenda’s parents were out at a dinner party and would not be back until late, so Mabel, Grenda, and Candy had the house to themselves.
“All right, girls,” Grenda said as they sat on her bedroom rug, swigging soda and munching on chips, “we’ve still got a lot of catching up to do, so let’s talk crushes!”
“In that case,” Candy said, “I believe Grenda, who raised the topic, should go first.”
“Gah! Walked right into that one,” Grenda replied.
“I still can’t believe you broke up with Marius,” Mabel said. “I mean, that was a heck of a lifestyle you had for a while there, jetting all over Europe.”
“He’s a nice guy,” Grenda replied, “but he was just too needy. Besides, when you’ve seen one Romanesque Revival castle, you’ve seen ‘em all.”
“So who’s your new crush?” Mabel asked eagerly.
“So, you guys are gonna think this is kinda weird, but there’s this boy in town I’m kind of into. Okay, maybe more than kind of. Even though he’s…older.”
“An older boy? How much older? Who is it?” Candy asked, shaking her fists excitedly.
“He works at the movie theater,” Grenda replied. “His name’s Thompson.”
“Thompson?!” Mabel exclaimed. “Are you serious?”
“He’s just so…substantial,” Grenda replied lustily, holding her palms apart to emphasize her point. “And even though he’s kind of quiet, I can tell that inside, he’s a total animal. Like a wild boar that needs to run free!”
Mabel felt like this was the moment to break out the chocolates. She pulled the oddly-shaped box out of her backpack as she said, “Hey, while we’re talking about people we’re sweet on, let’s have some sweets!”
As Mabel mentally congratulated herself on her brilliant segue, Candy said, “A box of chocolates is like life. It is full of sweet surprises, but some of them damage your dental work.”
Everyone took a piece of chocolate and ate it. Mabel was pleasantly surprised to find that hers was a raspberry jelly—her favorite.
“Mmm, hazelnut!” Grenda said. “I love it!”
“And mine is yuzu-flavored,” Candy said. “It is delicious.”
As soon as the girls finished their first piece of candy and grabbed a second one, Mabel said, as nonchalantly as she could manage, “So, you guys wanna do some kissing practice? You know, give each other some…feedback?”
“That is a good idea,” Candy replied. “While I have kissed a few boys since last summer, I’m not sure that my skills are where I want them to be.”
“Yeah!” Grenda agreed, punching the air. “We need to be kissing pros if we want to have an epic summer romance!”
Before either Mabel or Candy could say or do anything, Grenda seized Candy and kissed her on the lips. It was a long and rather energetic kiss, and when Grenda let go of Candy, the smaller girl was gasping for air.
“What do you think?” Grenda asked her.
Candy took a second to catch her breath, then replied, “I would say that you should make your kisses a little more like the delicate touch of a butterfly’s wing, and a little less like CPR.”
“Noted!” Grenda replied. “Mabel, you’re up! Plant one on Candy!”
Even with the chocolate, Mabel hadn’t expected the girls to embrace her “kissing practice” story this quickly. But she certainly couldn’t complain about that.
Okay, she thought as she turned to Candy. First time kissing a girl. No pressure. Except the pressure I apply to her lips. Otherwise, everything’s cool.
She took a deep, cleansing breath and did her best to stay chill. It wasn’t like kissing a girl was going to be totally different from kissing a boy.
But when Mabel leaned forward and her lips touched Candy’s, she discovered that wasn’t entirely true.
Wow, Mabel thought as she kissed her friend. Her lips are so soft.
Their lips separated, and Candy and Mabel looked at each other. Candy’s pupils were bigger, and her cheeks had a bit of pink.
“That was very nice, Mabel,” Candy said. Then, suggestively, she added, “You clearly have had some practice.”
With mock innocence, Mabel replied, “Maybe a little.”
“OoooOOOOoooh,” Grenda said. Then she grinned, and Mabel noticed that same pink flush in her cheeks. “Now it’s my turn to kiss Mabel!”
Grenda must have taken Candy’s “butterfly’s wing” advice to heart, because when she kissed Mabel, she was surprisingly gentle. And her lips, it turned out, were just as soft as Candy’s.
Are every girl’s lips this soft? Mabel wondered. Are mine this soft? Is this what it feels like for Dipper when he kisses me? No wonder he likes it so much.
In fact, Mabel enjoyed kissing Grenda so greatly that as soon as the kiss ended, she initiated another one, and then another. Grenda seemed more than happy to participate, given how she escalated the kissing from closed-mouthed to open-mouthed.
Which was why, when Mabel felt an impulse to take things to the next level, she decided to go for it. Her hands were on Grenda’s face; now, she let them slide down onto Grenda’s breasts and gently fondle them through the girl’s T-shirt. Grenda momentarily kissed Mabel harder, then broke it off and looked down at Mabel’s hands on her chest.
“Wow, um,” Grenda said, “that’s, that’s…”
“I’m just doing what a boy would do,” Mabel replied innocently. “I mean, if you let him.”
“Oh, yeah, I, uh, I guess you are,” Grenda said.
Mabel had never been particularly good at reading people. But maybe her sexual experiences with Dipper, or the chocolate, or both were enhancing her perceptiveness, because she could tell that what she’d just said was exactly what Grenda had wanted to hear. Grenda, it seemed, liked getting felt up by Mabel; she just needed a reason to believe that it was okay to let Mabel do it. And Mabel had just given her such a reason.
She kissed Grenda for a little bit longer, but now the bulk of Mabel’s attention was on the big girl’s breasts. They were different from her own, not just because they were bigger but also because they had more of a dome shape and felt a bit less springy and more soft. All of that made them feel really nice, such that the more Mabel touched them, the more she wanted to touch them.
But Mabel couldn’t keep this up any longer, or Candy would feel left out. So Mabel finished her kiss with Grenda, let go of the girl’s boobs, and took a step back.
“Candy,” she said a bit breathlessly, “you want to try it that way with Grenda?”
Candy’s cheeks were pink as the girl replied, “Yes, that would be most…informative.”
Grenda turned around, and Candy kissed her. The smaller girl’s hands almost immediately went to Grenda’s breasts to explore them diligently. Within seconds, Grenda started feeling up Candy, too. And soon, their kissing went from merely open-mouthed to straight-up French.
Mabel was pleased that things were going so well. She hadn’t been sure that even Dee’s magic chocolate could get her friends—who, as far as she knew, were wholly heterosexual—to lez out on each other like this.
Then again, she thought, Dee did tell me not to pigeonhole people. Maybe, deep down, some part of them always wanted to try this.
Whatever the reason was for her friends’ increasingly passionate making-out and feeling-up, Mabel knew she had to keep the momentum going. So while Candy and Grenda kissed, Mabel pulled off her rainbow sweater and her T-shirt, then undid her bra and threw all three garments onto Grenda’s bed with its pink duvet and white ruffle. Then Mabel decided that it would probably be best to keep the bed clear and moved her clothes to Grenda’s very sturdy desk chair.
Just then, Candy and Grenda finished their intense kiss and grope. Both were breathing hard, and when they turned around and saw Mabel topless, they breathed harder still.
Candy, her face now utterly flushed, said, “Mabel, your breasts are even cuter when they are bare than when they are clothed.” Fingering the hem of her striped shirt, she added, “Now that you have shown us yours, I believe we should show you ours.”
“Yeah!” Grenda hollered. “Let’s get naked!”
While Grenda threw off all of her clothes, sending them flying around the room, Candy shyly pulled her striped shirt up and off. Mabel found Candy’s small, perky breasts very inviting, especially with their erect brown nipples. And Grenda’s body was really something to behold—her breasts, hips, and belly were all big and round and looked ever so soft and touchable.
Mabel couldn’t miss this opportunity to take things to the next level, so she shucked off her skirt and panties so that she, too, was fully nude. This prompted Candy to do the same, revealing her pussy with its few wisps of black hair.
With no further words or any prompting, Mabel and Candy came together and kissed. Mabel loved the way Candy’s little boobs squished so nicely against her own, and the hardness of Candy’s nipples inspired Mabel to finger them as the girls made out.
Practically the moment Mabel and Candy disengaged, Grenda virtually tackled Mabel onto her pink bed—thankfully landing next to her and not on top of her—and kissed Mabel passionately. Mabel tongue-wrestled with Grenda and groped and squeezed the girl’s ample breasts, relishing their softness even more now that they were bare. She was so eager that the moment Grenda paused from kissing Mabel to catch her breath, Mabel scooted down and started sucking Grenda’s big, hard nipples.
“Oh wow! WOW!” Grenda shouted, throwing an arm around Mabel’s head to keep it in place. Then, after several more seconds of ardent sucking on Mabel’s part, Grenda hollered, “Candy! Come get in on this! I wanna taste those sweet titties of yours!”
Candy practically sprang onto the bed, landing on her knees behind Mabel’s back. Then she leaned forward and put her little breasts in front of Grenda’s face. The big girl started licking and sucking them like mad, making Candy gasp and then moan.
Mabel, still happily sucking Grenda’s big mams, blindly reached down between the girl’s thick thighs. Whether by instinct or on purpose, Mabel didn’t know, but Grenda bent her top leg so as to open her legs and give Mabel access to her pussy—which, to Mabel’s surprise, was entirely hairless.
Mabel’s eager fingers found their way between the slick lips of Grenda’s pussy and slid up and down between them, exploring. It didn’t take long to find Grenda’s entrance, whereupon Mabel pushed a finger inside.
“Mmmph!” Grenda exclaimed around Candy’s breast—the whole of which was now in Grenda’s mouth—but Grenda made no move to stop Mabel. In fact, the big girl opened her thighs a little wider, allowing Mabel to properly finger-fuck her.
Of course, it wasn’t long before Mabel found herself as anxious to receive some pleasure as to give it. And she knew exactly what kind she wanted.
After giving Mabel the box of chocolates, Dee had explained to her the basics of girl-on-girl sex. Really, it was a lot like masturbating except with more people involved. Although there were a couple of potential activities that were pretty different, and Mabel had been very interested to try them.
“Grenda,” she said sultrily, “will you let me sit on your face so you can eat my pussy?”
For a moment, Grenda looked stunned, and Mabel wondered if her proposal was too shocking. Then Mabel realized that it was probably just that she’d never used that kind of language with Grenda and Candy before. The mind was a funny thing.
Looking at Mabel as though in a trance, Grenda whispered, “Yes…” Then her voice rose to its usual non-indoor volume as she repeated, “Yes! I’ll eat it! I’ll eat it so hard!”
Somehow, the reclining Grenda flung herself into the air and, like a trained orca, performed a half-twist so that she landed flat on her back on the bed, causing it to bounce violently for a moment. Then she slapped her face with both hands and shouted, “Climb aboard, Mabel!”
Mabel eagerly got up on her knees and straddled Grenda’s head. Then she turned to her other friend.
“Candy, you sit right there-” Mabel pointed to Grenda’s crotch “-so you can grind pussies with Grenda and make out with me at the same time.”
Candy smiled lustily at Mabel and replied, “That is a very good idea.”
It took a little doing for Candy and the supine Grenda to get into a scissor position, but Dee had advised Mabel on how to do this very thing, so Mabel was able to walk them through it. It helped that Candy had been taking a modern dance class and thus had developed a good degree of flexibility.
Now, Candy was on one knee in a sort of forward lunge, moving her hips forward and back to rub her pussy against Grenda’s. Mabel leaned forward and began making out with Candy, and then Grenda started licking Mabel’s pussy.
Despite all the sexy fun Mabel had been having with Dipper, the twins hadn’t yet gotten around to trying oral sex. Even though Dee had urged Mabel to try it, she had wanted to save it for a day when her sex life with Dipper needed spicing up.
Thus, this was Mabel’s first experience with being eaten out. And while Grenda didn’t seem to have any idea what to do other than lick, the licking felt quite nice indeed. Especially since Mabel was kissing and feeling up Candy at the same time, and getting the same treatment from her.
“Mmmm,” Candy moaned into Mabel’s mouth. Mabel made the same sound in return.
This is so nice, Mabel thought. But I want to taste more Candy. She chuckled inwardly, then thought, And more Grenda.
But Mabel and Candy’s body positions wouldn’t allow Mabel to bend her head down to Candy’s breasts, let alone anything lower. So after a couple more minutes of kissing and fondling Candy and getting eaten by Grenda, Mabel rose up off of Grenda’s face and breathed, “Hey, guys, I’ve got something else we can try. Wanna do the ‘love triangle’?”
“What’s that?” Grenda asked. The look on her face—which was now a bit shiny from Mabel’s natural lube—suggested that she was up for anything.
Seeing that Candy looked similarly intrigued, Mabel said, “It’s where we lie down in a triangle and lick each other’s pussies!”
Grenda’s face brightened. “Yeah, okay!”
“That sounds quite interesting,” Candy said, her deeply flushed face and heaving chest suggesting that she found Mabel’s suggestion a lot more than interesting.
“Great!” Mabel replied. “Let’s make it so I eat Grenda, Grenda eats Candy, and Candy eats me.”
Candy, having just taken her glasses off, giggled and pointed at Mabel. “In Soviet Russia, candy eats you!”
“Huh?” Mabel replied.
“It is an old joke from the Eighties,” Candy replied. “My father uses it very often.” She rolled her eyes a little and added, “Very, very often.”
Under Mabel’s direction, the girls lay down on their sides on the bed, forming a triangle. Then each girl bent her top leg so as to give one of the other girls access to her pussy.
“Here we go!” Mabel said, then put her face between Grenda’s thick thighs and started licking her bald slit.
Hmm, not bad, she thought.
Dee’s tutelage regarding techniques for eating pussy had been pretty basic. But Mabel at least knew enough to start flicking her tongue on Grenda’s clit again and again, which elicited a muffled “Wow!” from Grenda as she ate out Candy. Moments later, Candy made a squeal of delight, and Mabel guessed that Grenda was doing the same to Candy’s clit.
Over the ensuing minutes, Mabel tried the other techniques that Dee had described to her: licking Grenda’s slit, tongue-fucking her hole, and sucking rhythmically on her clit. This last one seemed to excite Grenda the most, so Mabel kept sucking, gradually increasing the intensity and pace.
It seemed that Grenda, like Mabel, was trying various techniques on Candy to see which one the willowy Asian girl liked best. Even though Mabel had a very limited vantage point from between Grenda’s thick thighs, she could see that Grenda had settled on tongue-fucking, judging by how she was bobbing her head. And from the little “Oh!” and “Ah!” sounds Candy was making, it seemed to be working.
But apparently, Candy wasn’t so distracted that she couldn’t attend to Mabel. And after licking Mabel’s pussy up and down several times, she had gotten the idea—perhaps by transmission from Mabel through Grenda to Candy—of lightly flicking her tongue over Mabel’s clit again and again.
Thanks to all the kissing and titty-play and stark raving nudity, Mabel had already been pretty aroused when the triangle began. Now, she was getting hornier by the second and was definitely building toward orgasm. So she sucked Grenda’s clit harder, and within moments, Candy was tongue-flicking Mabel’s clit faster.
The three girls continued on their upward spiral, each one making more and louder sounds of pleasure and eating out the pussy in front of her more and more fervently. Mabel had discovered that she could suck and tongue Grenda’s clit at the same time, which was driving the big girl wild.
“Mmpph!” Grenda shouted as she pumped her tongue in Candy’s pussy. “Mmmph! MMM-!”
Mabel went momentarily deaf as Grenda’s thick thighs closed around her head, blocking almost all sound. But Mabel could still hear her own muffled orgasmic scream as she involuntarily squeezed her own thighs around Candy’s head. And she could feel Candy thrashing with her own climax.
Grenda released her scissor hold on Mabel’s head, and Mabel released Candy. They rolled onto their backs and gazed upward, panting.
“Wow,” Grenda said, too out of breath to shout. “That was…amazing.”
“Quite amazing,” Candy agreed.
“Definitely,” Mabel declared.
Candy put her glasses back on, then said, “Grenda, I am just noticing: Why is there a Sev’ral Timez poster on your ceiling?”
Grenda chuckled. “So I don’t have to raise my head before I start flicking the bean.”
“And,” Mabel asked, “how come you don’t have any hair down there, when you’ve got boobs ‘til Tuesday?”
“Maybe it’s not obvious, but puberty’s been weird for me,” Grenda replied. Then, perhaps deciding that it was her turn to ask a question, she said, “Mabel, where’d you learn to do all those things?”
Mabel hadn’t thought to prepare an answer to that question, even though in retrospect it seemed like she should have at least expected that one of the girls would ask.
“Um, library books,” Mabel answered lamely. “Libraries in California are pretty, you know, loose about sex stuff.”
“Wow,” Grenda replied.
They all looked at the ceiling for a bit longer. Then Candy said, “I would like to try more of the things that Mabel has read about.”
Grenda had her breath back now. “Yeah!” she agreed.
It was a couple more hours before Mabel went home.
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