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The drive back to the cabin was relatively quiet. Dipper, having drunk the least at dinner, and having had the least amount of alcohol-infused desserts, drove. While Wendy had spent time making him practice driving with his one arm, his cybernetic prosthesis made the current task less complicated.
Mabel was feeling a bit down at leaving Waddles behind at the Mystery Shack, but he seemed to like Abuelita, and she enjoyed treating him like a puppy, and sneaking him treats. So she wasn’t too worried. She and Pacifica continually exchanged amorous, slightly drunken glances, much to Wendy’s amusement.
Dipper, as he so often was, remained oblivious as he drove along the back roads to the access trail leading to Wendy’s house.
When they got home, left their boots outside, and shrugged out fo their winter gear, Mabel continued shedding garments until she was naked.
Pacifica laughed. “You sure don’t waste time, do you?”
“Nope!” Mabel shouted as she began to dance around the cabin, trying to persuade the others to join her.
Pacifica caught Wendy’s eye, silently questioning the situation. Wendy simply shrugged, smiling, and the younger woman started shedding her own clothes to join Mabel.
Wendy went to the kitchen. “C’mon, Dipper—let’s get some drinks for everyone.”
“Let’s open one of those bottles of tokaji,” he said.
“Never had this stuff before,” Wendy said as Dipper opened the bottle and began pouring out small measures of the amber liquor into four shot glasses.
They picked up their glasses, exchanged a peck on the lipes, and toasted one another.
“Wow! This stuff is good!” Wendy exclaimed. Dipper smiled.
“Come on—let’s share it around.”
They took the drinks back to the main room, where Mabel and Pacifica were already making out, lounging on the big armchair.
“Hey, you two,” Dipper called, holding out the drinks.
The two girls looked up and smiled, taking the glasses.
“Mmmm, that’s good,” Pacifica said as she drank.
“Hey! Why aren’t you guys naked, yet?” Mabel demanded. “Come on! Get naked! Get naked!”
Pacifica took up the chant with her, and laughing, Wendy began removing her clothes.
“What’s the matter, Dipper?” she cooed. “It’s nothing we haven’t done before….”
“I-it’s not th-that,” he stammered. “It’s just that…um…well….”
He held up his cybernetic arm, looking embarrassed.
“Awww, hey. It’s okay, babe,” Wendy soothed, already naked.
“Yeah, Dipper,” Pacifica said. “Don’t worry about it.”
“It’ll be fiiiiine,” Mabel said.
Dipper chuckled at the girls ganging up on him.
“Well,” he said, “Who am I to fly in the face of popular opinion?” He finally began removing his clothes, too.
The two couples moved to the bed, and continued to make out. They took several breaks to consume more of the tokaji.
Dipper at one point took his glass and dribbled it on Wendy’s breasts, which he then began sucking and licking, enjoying the taste of the rich dessert wine upon her skin.
“Oooooooh, Dipperrrrr….” She purred.
Seeing this, Mabel decided to try the same thing with Pacifica.
Glancing over at his sister lapping tokaji off of her lover’s breasts, Dipper flashed a wicked smile as he kissed and licked his way down Wendy’s body, finally spilling the sweet wine onto her pussy, and then lapping it up. He continued dribbling the tokaji on her pussy, until he was practically drinking from her cunt like a cup. Wendy lay back, shivering with pleasure.
Watching them, Pacifica suddenly became the aggressor and forced Mabel onto her back. Rising to the unspoken challenge, she began drizzling the wine into her pussy, from which she drank greedily.
There was silence except for the quiet sounds of licking and drinking. Lost in the eroticism of it, no one stopped to think that putting foodstuffs into a vagina might actually be unhealthy.
When Wendy and Mabel had come, the partners switched positions. Mabel spread Pacifica’s nether lips with her fingers, poured her shot of tokaji into her cunt, and drank deeply from her, trying to get her own juices to start mixing with the wine she was drinking from her lover’s body.
Wendy swigged a mouthful, and kissed Dipper deeply as she climbed atop him and took his cock into herself. She rode him quickly and roughly as they kissed and mutually drank the wine, Wendy occasionally breaking to take another mouthful, until her glass was empty.
The two pairs of lovers continued on until they’d come a second time, and then they lay back on the bed to relax.
“Okay,” Wendy sighed as she lay next to Dipper. “Mabel was right; this is fun.”
“Toldja,” Mabel said. “I’m always right, about everything. But especially on the subject of having fun.”
Wendy smiled and turned her head to look at Mabel and Pacifica. “You know, I should put on my jewelry so you can take my picture by the tree,” she commented. “Like you wanted last night on Christmas Eve.”
Mabel sat up quickly.
“That’s an awesome idea!” she cried. “Put your things on! I’ll go grab the camera!”
“It’s in the small cabinet under my desk,” Wendy called as she took her jewelry from the drawer in her nightstand and began putting it on.
Pacifica went to switch on the Christmas tree lights.
Mabel had enormous fun, shooting half a dozen pictures of Wendy by the tree. The fairy lights reflected softly in the moonstones adorning her nipples, belly button, and clit. The gold chains around her waist and limbs glittered in the low light of the tree.
“We should get some shots of her in the leather harness,” Pacifica suggested.
Dipper, who had been slowly stroking himself as he stared at Wendy, suddenly stopped and looked up.
“I’ve never actually seen this leather outfit,” he said. “Is this the same one you mentioned from the summer?”
Mabel and Pacifica turned to look at Wendy, their mouths open in surprise.
“Wendy!” Pacifica cried. “You never wore it for him?”
Wendy looked down, embarrassed.
“Well, no,” she confessed. “I mean, after that—I mean, well, we just got caught up in Dipper’s recovery and rehab, so I kind of forgot about it….”
Pacifica’s eyes narrowed. “Oh, I am going to have to punish you for that— Bad girl!”
“I’m with Paz-Paz on this one,” Mabel chimed in. “Now, go put on your leathers!”
Smiling, Wendy opened the bottom drawer of the bureau and brought out the black leather harness, the collar and leash, and the bracers and greaves. She removed her gold chains, but left her jewels on, and slipped into her gear.
Dipper could only stare open-mouthed as Wendy strutted before them. The wide, thick leather straps traced a network on her body, that did not merely fail to hide anything, but accentuated her bits, displaying them, and drawing attention to them.
Mabel snapped another half dozen of Wendy in this costume by the tree before inspiration hit her.
“Wendy!” she cried. “Go get your battle axe!”
“What for?” the flame-haired nymph asked.
“Just get it!”
Wendy took her axe down from its mount on the wall and Mabel immediately began posing her in front of the tree. She made Wendy rest the axe in front of her, handle on the floor, while she leaned upon the head. The shaft of the axe hid her pussy, and her wrists, casually crossed over one another, resting on the formidable head, made sure her arms hid her nipples. She was clearly naked, but the angle from which Mabel shot did not show anything.
As Wendy posed in front of the Christmas tree, legs apart, and leaning on the head of her war axe. Dipper, his penis becoming erect, struck a pose at her side on the floor, clinging to her leg and gazing up lovingly at her face.
“Ha, ha!” Mabel laughed. “You guys look like the cover of a sword-and-sandal epic!”
She took several more photos.
“Hold on,” Pacifica said, working on her third shot of tokaji. “Put the collar on Dipper, and let Wendy hold the leash! But keep that same position!”
Mabel and Wendy laughed. Pacifica rose and helped Wendy remove the broad leather collar around her neck and transferred it to Dipper. She swiftly attached the chain, and looped it around Wendy’s forearm.
“There!” Pacifica declared. “Now, that’s a picture!”
“Make sure you get a buncha different angles, Mabes,” Wendy told her.
Pacifica sighed appreciatively. “I’mma want copies, that’s for sure!”
After the impromptu photo session, Wendy turned to Dipper.
“Well, Babe?” she asked. “What do you think of it?”
“You look amazing, Wendy!” he said in wide-eyed admiration. “You make that thing look so good!” He was fully erect by now.
“Game time!” Mabel yelled. Wendy removed the collar from Dipper and, unclipping the leash, put it back around her own neck. “What’s this game, now?” she asked, as she returned her axe to its display mount on the wall.
A mischievous twinkle in her eye, Mabel went into Pacifica’s Christmas bag and grabbed a sprig of mistletoe. She tied it with a bit of string to Wendy’s harness just above her pussy. Wendy laughed.
“What are you up to, there, Mabes?”
“You know the tradition, Wen-Wen!” She knelt to kiss Wendy’s pussy, making her giggle.
“Come on, everyone,” Mabel called to Dipper and Pacifica. “Tradition! Let’s keep it going!”
There was much laughter from all involved, especially Wendy herself, as the others began their coordinated osculatory assault on her vulva.
Wendy stood, legs apart, hips slightly thrust forward. Dipper, Mabel, and Pacifica lined up on their knees before her, taking it in turns to kiss her nether lips. They knelt before Wendy’s flame-tufted garden, and maintained a continuous, sensual, circuit of soft, loving kisses.
*peck*
*kiss*
*smooch*
*muwah*
*smack*
*SCHLURP*
“Whoah, Dipper!” Wendy cried, smiling and steadying herself against his shoulder as he knelt before her. “That was not a kiss!”
Dipper looked up at her and returned her smile. “Sorry, Wendy,” he protested. “I can’t help it; you just taste so damn good!”
“Doofus,” she said, tousling his hair.
Wendy drew herself up and shook her head. “Damn,” she said. “You guys’ve got me all horny, now!”
“And now,” Pacifica announced rising to her feet, “We come to your punishment!”
“What are you going to do to me, then?”
Pacifica merely smiled and brought out a small case from amongst her luggage and set it down before Wendy and Dipper.
“What is it?” Dipper asked.
“We’ve got one more present for you,” Pacifica said. “This one’s for all of us.”
Dipper and Wendy looked at her, puzzled.
“It’s a game,” Mabel said with a sly smile. “Me and Paz play it sometimes.” She pushed the case toward them.
Wendy and Dipper opened it. Dipper looked a bit confused, but Wendy smiled and gave the girls a knowing look.
There was a kind of vibrator, the kind meant to be inserted internally and large enough to press firmly on one’s G-spot. A small arm curved up and around ending in a soft pad that was supposed to rest on the clit. A small antenna dangled from the front of the device, clearly indicating that it was remote controlled.
There was an oddly-shaped chrome butt-plug. It was designed to be inserted fairly deeply. It had a small dial with settings on the end. It apparently buzzed, like a vibrator.
Finally, there was a sturdy chastity belt, with only the tiniest of openings, before and aft, left for necessary bodily functions.
“And what are we going to do with these?” Wendy asked, arching an eyebrow.
The girls giggled.
“Guess,” said Mabel.
“Okay,” Pacifica said. “Now, this is going to be really intense. You sure you wanna let me do this?”
Wendy nodded, enthusiastic, though slightly apprehensive.
“I-I trust you guys,” she said.
“Maybe we should decide on a ‘safe word,’” Mabel suggested.
“Um, this isn’t gonna hurt her in any way, is it?” Dipper asked, putting a protective arm around Wendy’s shoulders.
Pacifica shook her head. “Nah—but it’s gonna completely fry her brain with pleasure.”
“Me and Paz-Paz do it sometimes,” Mabel confessed again. “It’s fucking amazing!”
“Um…. Orange,” Wendy said.
“’Orange?’” Pacifica asked.
“My safe word,” Wendy said. “Mabel just said I should set a safe word.”
Pacifica nodded. “Okay. Let’s get you set up.”
“Let’s ditch the jewelry for this, first,” Mabel said. She quickly removed all of Wendy’s intimate adornments for her and placed them carefully on the nightstand.
“Get the camera ready, Mabel,” Wendy said breathlessly.
Mabel got the camera and began recording. “Okay, Paz,” she said. Pacifica nodded in acknowledgement.
First, Pacifica slipped the internal part of the vibrator into her. Wendy was already so slick from anticipation, and her recent exertions with Dipper, that it went in easily, without lube. It was large. She could feel it snug against her G-spot, seemingly filling her right up.
“Ooooooh, Pacificaaaaaa…!” she moaned, clutching Dipper’s hand as Pacifica worked.
The blonde girl smiled as she tugged the flexible, external arm of the toy, bending it up so that the end covered her clit.
“Okay,” Pacifica said. “Can you stand up?”
Wendy got to her feet, already trembling in anticipation.
“Bend over,” Pacifica ordered.
When she did so, Mabel slipped behind her, smoothly inserted the butt-plug, and turned it on. Wendy moaned quietly as it went in. Her eyes went wide as she felt the humming of it in her ass. She emitted a louder, more guttural, moan.
“Now, just stand there a sec,” Mabel said. She set the camera on a small tripod, still recording, atop the bureau. Just the right height and angle. Then, she turned back to Wendy and made sure the vibrator’s WiFi antenna hung outside, in the open.
“There!” Mabel said. “Done.”
“Now,” Pacifica said, bringing out the chastity belt, “Let’s get you secure.”
She fastened the contraption around Wendy’s loins, effectively sealing her up and keeping the devices within her. She threaded the WiFi antenna through the tiny slit in the front of the belt, so that signals could reach the vibrator in her pussy, while under the constricting belt.
“How does it feel?” Mabel asked. “You good?”
Wendy nodded, already starting to pant. “I’m good, dudes.”
Pacifica smiled. “Good,” she said. She moved behind Wendy and locked her arms behind with the carabiner clips on her bracers. Then she went to fetch her phone.
“And now,” Pacifica announced, “We set it for random…varying intensities…varying periods of time…..” She fiddled with her phone before looking at Dipper. “If you’re good,” she said, “I’ll get you the app.”
Mabel brought chairs over from the kitchen and set them up around Wendy so they could sit and watch.
“What now?” Dipper asked, still standing by Wendy and stroking her hair to calm her.
“Now,” Mabel said as she guided her brother to sit down, “We watch the fun.”
Pacifica activated the app.
For the next hour, at random intervals, and random intensity settings, Wendy was buzzed, vibed, and stimulated until she was a drooling wreck. Dipper, Mabel, and Pacifica sat and watched, practically drooling themselves, as Wendy writhed and twitched and moaned. They stroked themselves as they watched her torment-by-pleasure. They could see her fluids seeping from beneath the chastity belt. Sometimes the stimulation almost made her pass out with pleasure. Sometimes it shut off just as she was about to come, frustrating her. Sometimes she was able to get to her feet. Sometimes, she could only lie on the floor and moan.
Sometimes, the internal vibrator stimulated her. Sometimes the clitoral arm buzzed against her. Sometimes two at once. The anal plug hummed along constantly through it all.
Sometimes the vibe lasted for a minute. Sometimes, for five minutes. Sometimes it was off long enough for her to catch her breath and attempt to get to her feet, only to surprise her, and bring her down again.
After an hour of this, Wendy begged them to let her come. But she never uttered her safe word. Dipper was furiously masturbating now, until Pacifica reached over and stayed his hand.
“Wait,” she told him.
“Please let me come!” Wendy begged.
“Ooooh, she’s into it,” Mabel said, licking her lips.
Pacifica leaned back in her chair and scooted her hips forward, spreading her legs. Mabel followed suit. “First, you have to suck us off,” the blonde beauty said, smiling wickedly. “All of us.”
Because of the carabiner clips locking her arms behind her, Wendy could not use her hands at all. She knelt first in front of Pacifica and began frantically licking, sucking out the fluids seeping from her cunt, pushing her tongue in as deeply as she could, rimming her ass and lapping at her clit.
After Pacifica came, Wendy turned, and on her knees, hurried over to Mabel. Mabel grabbed Wendy’s hair, and pulled her into her crotch, and Wendy, by now almost driven mad from the stimulation, ate her out as if she were starving.
Dipper struggled to keep his hands off himself as he watched. “Wendy?” he croaked breathlessly, overcome with lust. “A-are you okay? Y-you haven’t used your s-safe-word….”
Wendy made no answer; after Mabel came, she turned to Dipper and simply engulfed his cock, practically swallowing it, her tongue frantically trying to lick his balls when she got down to the base of his shaft. She sucked hard on just the head, and pulled away with an audible pop, before going down to suck his balls, and lick his asshole and perineum, and then going back to work on his cock. Wendy was moaning loudly by now, desperate for her own release. It wasn’t long before Dipper came under Wendy’s frenzied attention.
When all three had come, thanks to Wendy’s efforts, Pacifica finally took pity on her. She grabbed her phone and turned the vibrator up to its highest settings and turned off the timer.
Within minutes, Wendy had a shuddering, twitching, squirting orgasm. Pacifica let the vibrator continue for several minutes after, as Wendy spasmed and groaned loudly in pleasure on the floor, nearly unconscious.
The camera captured it all.
Catching her breath, Wendy finally whispered her safe word. Immediately, her three friends rushed to free her. Dipper unlinked the carabiner clips, freeing her arms, as Pacifica removed the belt and gently removed the dildo and ass-plug. Mabel helped her out of her leather gear.
Wendy collapsed into Dippers arms. He held her close and kissed her. Mabel and Pacifica also immediately pressed in, hugging Wendy, petting her hair, and cooing over her.
Wendy trembled, trying to calm down, enfolded in the comforting, close, cocoon of naked flesh, held tightly by her lover and their friends. That she was a sweating, drooling, dripping mess, they cared not. It was terribly intimate. They sat together on the floor for a long time, just holding her.
“Oh, God…oh, God….” She whimpered, almost weeping. “That was fucking intense…!”
“You were amazing,” Mabel gushed.
“You okay?” Pacifica asked.
Dipper could only keep gently kissing her face over and over, whispering, “I love you.”
“I’m okay, Paz,” she said weakly. “Just exhausted.” She took a deep, shaking breath, luxuriating in the warm, snug, three-way hug that embraced her.
“I think I need a nap,” Wendy said finally. “Would—Would you guys keep holding me…?”
Mabel and Pacifica kissed her softly. Mabel got up briefly to finally shut off the camera. Then, they all moved to the bed, got under the comforter, and enfolded themselves around Wendy again, holding her tightly…Dipper beneath her, the girls on either side. Wendy drifted off to sleep, wrapped in the limbs of her lover, and future sisters-in-law.
When Mabel and Pacifica were about to leave later the next day, Wendy presented them each with a key.
“What’s this?” Mabel asked.
“Dipper and I talked about it, and, well, we decided you should be allowed to have a key to our home.”
Pacifica’s mouth dropped open, and Mabel’s eyes went wide.
“What with all we’ve done here together,” Dipper said, blushing, “And probably will do again in the future. Maybe. Well--I guess you really should have your own keys.”
“You know…like family,” Wendy said.
Mabel smiled happily and turned to hug her brother and give Wendy a kiss. But Pacifica’s eyes welled up and she threw her arms around Wendy. “Thank you, guys,” she whispered, trying hard not to cry. She turned and embraced Dipper as well.
And with many a hug and kiss, Wendy and Dipper sent them on their way. After seeing them off from the porch, they went back in and sat down, gazing at the tree while leaning against each other.
“I forgot to light the candles last night,” Dipper said half to himself in annoyance.
Wendy shrugged and gave him a peck.
“No worries, dude. We’ll do it tonight.”