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Disclosure & Interloper	By : Lennoxmacduff Category: +G through L > Gravity Falls Views: 12561 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Gravity Falls is property of Disney. This is a parody and I'm not making any money by writing this story. Credit to Poland for the proofreading.

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It had been two weeks since Stan and the twins brought the author back through the dimensional portal, and that event had caused a small but noticeable disturbance in the harmony of the Shack. Ford had refused to leave the basement and claimed to be busy with his experiments, Stan had grown closer to Mabel to fill the void left by his brother’s rejection, Mabel had attempted endlessly to reconcile the elder twins, and Dipper had felt utterly disappointed at how incommunicative his new great-uncle had turned out to be. The twelve-year-old boy had hoped to ask the Author a couple thousand questions on the first day and then lower it to just a few hundred over the following days, but his modest request could not be fulfilled as Ford refused to come out of the basement.
It was 11am and the day was progressing rather slowly for Dipper. With Mabel gone to town to purchase knitting supplies, Wendy having the day off and Stan and Soos giving a tour through the forest to a tourist group, there was just him to take care of the gift shop for the next couple of hours, and nobody was coming in as it was to be expected of a Monday. Dipper had nothing to do but to lean on the counter behind the cash register, resting his head on a fist as his other hand idly turned the pages of the Journal #2, which he had already read from cover to cover several times despite having acquired it just recently.
The bell rang and Dipper raised his head from the Journal to see a girl entering the gift shop. She wore a purple jacket with a pink dress underneath and a decorative belt around the waist. Her eyes were deep blue and her hair was blond, long enough to reach her waist and with bell-shaped bangs over her forehead. She examined the hand she had used to open the door to the gift shop and rubbed it slightly on her jacket to clean it. Dipper raised an eyebrow, but decided not to comment on it. The Shack was, after all, understandably dusty.
“Hey, Pacifica.” Dipper greeted her cheerfully, glad to have a visit to take his mind off his worries. “What are you doing in this neck of the woods?”
When her eyes landed on Dipper, Pacifica reflexively smiled; something she quickly corrected by putting on her usual smug expression.
“I’d like to purchase something.” She commented as she walked up to the counter. “To thank you for your help at the Northwest Annual Fest.”
“Oh, you don’t have to thank me for that.” Dipper quickly waved his hands to decline her offer. “Technically, you saved us, so it should be me who would have to thank you.”
“You think so?” She leaned over the counter and batted her eyelashes at him. “And how would you thank me?”
“Well, uh…” Dipper stopped for a second to rub his eyes. He could swear he had just seen Pacifica flirting with him; something that, to his perception, was ludicrous to say the least. “I could let you take an item from the gift shop for free. Stan would discount its price from my allowance but, as far as I’m concerned, he can’t discount anything from zero.” He chuckled nervously and, to his surprise, Pacifica chuckled too.
“Do you think I can’t afford it?” She raised an eyebrow playfully.
“I don’t know.” Dipper feigned to ponder about it. “Stan’s prices are pretty high. Maybe you can’t.”
“We’ll see about that.”
Pacifica tossed her hair as she turned around, making Dipper follow the long blonde mane with his eyes, and then she walked to the shelves next to the exit. She picked a cap like Dipper’s, but she left it back on the shelf after a second. A cap like that would ruin her hair. Pacifica ignored the Mr. Mystery Bobbleheads and picked up a small mystery box.
“What’s in these?” Pacifica asked, shaking lightly the red box with the yellow question mark to attempt to guess the contents by sound.
“Mostly trash.” Dipper shrugged. “Stan fills those up with everything that falls to the floor and breaks in the Shack, so you could find anything from broken dishes to empty toothpaste tubes.”
“Ew.” Pacifica left the box back on the shelf and cleaned her hands on her jacket. “And does anybody buy these?”
“Well, people pay upfront.” Dipper scratched his cheek. “And most of our customers are not very smart, to be honest. A customer once found a penny, but Stan made him return the box saying it was malfunctioning.”
“I see.” Pacifica looked around the shop and pointed at a high shelf. “Show me the snow globes.”
“One second.”
Dipper went into the main house and came back carrying a small stool he used to reach the high shelves. The stool had one leg too short and therefore it was rather difficult to keep one’s balance on top of it, but Dipper was used to it. He climbed on the stool and rummaged through a few of the snow globes, as they were in a poor condition, until he found one that was mostly intact. After that, he jumped off the stool and showed it to Pacifica.
“Hmm…” She examined the snow globe through the light of a window, shaking it lightly to see it work. “This one has a little crack here on the glass. Let me see the others.”
Pacifica climbed on the stool but, in contrast to Dipper, she lost her balance pretty quickly, yelped, and she would have fallen to the floor if Dipper hadn’t been quick to hold the stool still.
“Careful. Stan wouldn’t let me hear the end of it if you fell to the floor and sued us.” He smiled playfully.
“Thanks.” Pacifica rearranged her hair and erased the expression of surprise and fright from her face before standing upright on the stool. “Hold me by the waist.”
“Huh?” Dipper flustered. “Don’t you prefer that I pick the snow globes for you? I don’t mind.”
“No.” Pacifica rolled her eyes; she disliked repeating herself. “You already proved to have no taste for quality so I can’t trust you for that. I hope, however, that I can trust you to keep me from falling off this stool.”
“O-of course you can.” Dipper hesitantly raised his arms and placed the hands on her hips.
“Tighter. I don’t bite.”
Dipper did as he was told and squeezed her by the hips while Pacifica rummaged through the snow globes. In the meantime, the boy lowered his head and racked his brains about what was going on with him. He had never been nervous around Pacifica before; he simply didn’t see her as a girl. He had originally seen her as his sister’s enemy, a villain, and after the Northwest Annual Fest he had started to consider her as a friend, but not a love interest.
The boy frowned as he wondered whether he liked Pacifica romantically or not, but his train of thought was interrupted when Pacifica stood on her toes to reach the snow globes on the back and Dipper’s eyes caught something under the skirt of her dress. He lowered his head just enough to get a better look of that, but shortly afterwards the boy jerked it back up as he mentally cursed his own curiosity and felt his cheeks growing crimson red after the realization that, despite the leggings, he had been able to tell that her panties were magenta.
“Got it!” Pacifica chirped and turned around before jumping off the stool with Dipper’s help.
While Pacifica examined the snow globe against the light, Dipper took off his cap and discreetly covered the front of his shorts with it to hide the tent his erection had formed there.
“Hmmm.” Pacifica frowned. “This one is okay, but I think it doesn’t have enough snow. Do you have a storeroom or something like that with more of these?”
“Uh…” Dipper wished wholeheartedly that she didn’t look down at his groin or asked about why he was covering it with his cap. “Look, Pacifica. Sincerely, everything in the gift shop is just a scam for tourists. I don’t think you should get any of it.”
“You’re a nice guy.” Pacifica smiled warmly and her cheeks blushed a faint shade of pink. “But unless you can think of a different way to thank me, I’d still like to give that storage room a look.”
“Fine.” Dipper turned around and made sure to walk ahead to hide the tent in his shorts. “Follow me, and watch out for rats.”
“R-rats?” Pacifica froze in place like a statue.
“I’m joking.” He giggled.
“Don’t joke about that!” She was amusingly serious. “If I see as much as a rat tail, I’m running out the door!”
“The only animal tail you’ll see is Waddles’ if Mabel forgot to lock him in our room.” Dipper commented, and then added after noticing Pacifica’s confused face. “Don’t worry. It’s just a small pig.”
“Of course someone like Mabel would own a pet pig.” Pacifica muttered as she followed him.
The two of them walked to the storeroom. The joke about the rats had distracted Dipper enough to calm his erection, and he gladly put his cap back on his head before entering the room. It was the room Stan had used to store the wax figures, but it had been repurposed after they were melted down. After turning on the lights, they saw some dance floor tiles, a disco ball and some spotlights, all from the day they had the party at the Shack; some old paintings, store supplies in several boxes, some chairs and even a spare mattress.
“Huh,” Dipper scratched the back of his head. “I have no idea where the snow globes are, but I’m sure that between the two of us—”
“Dipper?” Pacifica interrupted him and stood in front of him. “Now that we’re alone in here, can I ask you a couple personal questions?” She took two steps forward as she batted her eyelashes seductively.
“Uh…” He felt slightly threatened and took two steps back. “Sure. What’s on your mind?”
“I think I felt something at the party, and I was wondering if maybe you felt that too.” She took another two steps forward.
“I don’t know…” Dipper tried to remember everything that had happened at the Northwest Annual Fest as he took another couple of steps back. He misunderstood her intentions and thought he could have said something that offended her during the party. “Was it fear of death? Because we were really, really close to dying a couple times.”
“I felt that too, but it wasn’t that. You see…” She took another two steps forward and smirked when Dipper’s back hit the wall. That was as far as he could walk away. “My parents are always choosing for me: They choose what I wear, they choose what I eat, they choose who I hang out with… but for once, just once, I’d like to choose something on my own…”
“Well…” Dipper, confused, gave her a lopsided smile. “If making your own decisions is important to you and you feel confident about it, then I say that you go for it.”
“I really want to do that, but I need an answer to another question first.” Pacifica looked into his hazel eyes. “Don’t you feel even a tiny bit intimidated by my family’s fortune?”
“Huh? Why would I?” He was amused by the question. “It’s just money.”
“Everybody either is intimidated by our fortune, or wants a piece of it. Do you want money?”
“I already told you that you can have whatever you want from the gift shop for free.” Dipper tilted his head and looked at her with concern. “Pacifica, are you alright?”
“Then… back at the party, when you said I was not like my parents, did you really mean it?” She approached so much that Dipper could see her eyes sparkling. “Or did you just say it just so that I broke the curse?”
“Look,” Dipper, aware that she was distressed about the topic, spoke as sincerely as he could. “It’s true that I needed you to break the curse to free my sister and the rest of the townsfolk, but I really meant what I said: You can be much more than just a mean spoiled girl. I have seen your goodhearted side, and I think you should bring it out more often. I like it better.”
“Thank you.” Pacifica grinned uncontrollably and felt her cheeks blushing. “I really needed to hear that. I think now I know how I want you to thank me for saving you at the manor.” And with that, she reached for the light switch on the wall behind Dipper and turned the lights off as she leaned forward.
The twelve-year-old boy was so startled when he felt her moist lips colliding with his and her petite breasts pressing against his chest, that he reflexively yelped and flapped his arms in the air. Unaware of his overreaction in the dark, Pacifica continued by pulling gently from his bottom lip until it slipped free, and then quickly kissing his mouth again. She flicked the tip of her tongue against his lips in an attempt to get Dipper to reciprocate the kissing, but she failed completely. Confused, the young blond girl pulled away and turned the lights back on.
Pacifica had caught Dipper so off-guard with the kiss that his arms had ended up spread against the wall. His face had such an expression of shock that Pacifica thought for a second that his bulging eyes would pop out of their sockets and fall to the floor.
“Wow.” She didn’t know whether to laugh or to frown. “Do you really think I kiss that poorly?”
Dipper opened and closed his mouth like a fish for a few moments before he was able to articulate words again.
“Th-that was my first kiss!” He finally babbled in a reproaching tone.
“Oh.” She snickered. “Then you should be thankful. Not everybody can say that the richest girl in Oregon stole their first kiss.”
“But you—I mean… I’m not—”
“Shush.” Pacifica pressed her finger against his lips to stop his babbling. “I like you. I think you’re the smartest person I know, and I’m aware that you like that redhead girl and that you don’t think so highly of me, but…” She removed her finger, cupped his cheek and pecked his lips again. “Please, just once… I don’t like to beg, but I really like you…”
Dipper didn’t know how to get out of that situation, or whether he should. Pacifica’s words felt sincere, and they had caused a knot in his stomach. He needed to do something about it; he himself had been a victim of unreciprocated love earlier that summer, and he didn’t wish that on anybody. Dipper couldn’t promise to like Pacifica back in the same way she had claimed to like him, but he was willing to give her a chance. He looked into her eyes, cupped her face with his rather shaky hands and timidly pressed his lips against hers.
Even though his hands were sweating buckets against her cheeks, the experience was heavenly for Pacifica. Her crush was kissing her, and she was beside herself with joy. She quickly found herself in need of more, and she pushed the tip of her tongue into Dipper’s mouth. When it bumped into Dipper’s, she felt a shiver running down her spine and a flutter in her chest that made her hum appreciatively.
Her hands moved to touch his mess of hair while, by contrast, Dipper’s darted down to cover his very excited groin. The boy had curly hair, not particularly silky, but healthy and with a certain scent of pine needles and ink that Pacifica found appropriate and inexplicably arousing. Urging to find out more about the boy she was kissing, she moved her hands down to his shoulders and squeezed them lightly. Pacifica felt a little bit of muscle there. She noted mentally to get a better look later, and dashed her hands down his back until she reached his shorts. Before Dipper could realize what was going on, the young wealthy blonde hooked her thumbs on the back of the waistband of his short and attempted to pull them down.
“Eeeeep!” Dipper squeaked, broke the kiss and gave a little jump away, which further lowered his shorts, before quickly snatching her hands. His backside had ended up exposed, but his erection had amusingly kept the front of his shorts from following the back.
“What?” Pacifica, very confused, tilted her head to the side.
“What do you mean ‘what’!? You just tried to pull down my shorts!” Dipper let go of her hands to quickly pull his shorts back up.
“Well, duh.” Pacifica rolled her eyes and then smirked. “I didn’t come here just to swap saliva, you know?”
“B-but I—Uh…” The boy was absolutely speechless as he wondered whether he had understood her right and his face flushed crimson red.
“And it seems I’m not the only one that wants to do more than swapping saliva.” She looked down with an amused expression on her face and playfully slapped the tent in his shorts, which, after being pushed down, immediately sprung back up of how erected Dipper was.
“Ow! Don’t d-do that!” He hissed and covered his groin with his hands again. “I-I need to think this for a second.”
As Pacifica stared at him with a smirk, Dipper cupped his chin and pondered about the situation. His expectations had been just some kissing and hugs, and maybe going to the cinema after that, but definitely not sex on the first date, if what they were doing could be called a date. Moreover, he had sincerely never hoped to lose his virginity at the age of twelve and, while he couldn’t say that he was in love with Pacifica, he couldn’t say that she was ugly either. Pacifica was gorgeous, and he had started liking her more lately, so he found the proposal very difficult to decline. Due to his first reason, he naturally didn’t have any condoms on himself, but he assumed that, if she was so forward, not only had she probably done it before, but she also had the contraceptives part covered. After agreeing mentally with his boyhood that Miss Gravity Falls was a good candidate for his first time, the boy finally turned to Pacifica.
“You’ve been nodding for a full minute.” Pacifica chuckled. “I take that I won then?”
“I want to know one thing first.” He said with a serious expression on his face. “How do I know that this isn’t a prank?”
“Excuse me?” Pacifica half-closed one eye and glared at him.
“This is some kind of prank to indirectly torment Mabel, isn’t it? The moment I take off my shorts you’ll make fun of me and run away.”
“Okay,” Pacifica pinched the bridge of her nose. She had promised to herself not to get an anger outburst in front of Dipper. “I can see why you would think that, but I’m really not doing that. And, for your information, I never mess with your sister unless she gets in my way.”
“And has she lately?” He raised an eyebrow.
“No. I’ve been grounded for the last two weeks.”
“Oh, well that sucks. But…” Dipper scratched the back of his head with embarrassment. “You do know that’s exactly what you would say if you didn’t want me to suspect you, right?”
“Ugh, fine.” Pacifica rolled her eyes. “What can I do to prove you that this isn’t a prank? Do you want me to take off my boots? I can’t run away without them.”
“How about…” Dipper swallowed as he flushed crimson red. “…your dress?”
“Fair enough.” She shrugged.
Pacifica grabbed the bottom of her dress and pulled it swiftly over her head. Dipper stared, his eyes wide as saucers, as the waistband of her skin-tight leggings was revealed, then the skin of her abdomen and then, much to his surprise, a bra the same color of her dress.
“You wear a bra.” He stated, surprised.
“Do you like it?” Pacifica left her dress on the back of a nearby chair and then she cupped the petite cups of her pink bra with a lace border top, smiling arrogantly. “I was the first girl in my classroom that needed to wear one. I guess I got the best genes of my group.”
“I didn’t know you wore one. Mabel doesn’t have any.” He continued, his eyes never leaving her chest. “So… you’re going to hate me for this, but can you take it off too?”
“You know,” Pacifica reached behind herself to unhook the bra. “If you wanted to see my boobs, you could’ve just said so at the start.”
Dipper tittered and rubbed the side of his neck in embarrassment. When the bra was unhooked, however, he stopped his silly giggle and stared dumbstruck at Pacifica’s chest. Dipper could tell her white creamy skin was absolutely flawless, no doubt the result of constant dedication to her appearance and expensive moisturizers. Her budding breasts were very petite, still in the early stages of their development, with small pink areolas and tiny but perky nipples that gave her chest an overall cute look. His tunnel-vision kept him from seeing that Pacifica was blushing; the hormonal twelve-year-old boy couldn’t help but focus only on her breasts and instinctively reach to touch one of her nipples.
“Ah-ah-ah!” Pacifica seized his hand before it could reach its mark, and snapped Dipper out of his hazy trance by doing so. “I took my dress off, so now it’s your turn to undress.”
“C-can I touch them first?” Dipper looked up to her face for a brief moment and then his eyes dropped back to staring at her nipples.
“I’ll tell you what: Strip naked and let have my fun, and then I’ll let you do whatever you want to my boobs.”
“S-sure!”
Dipper took his shirt off so hurriedly that he forgot to take off the cap and it got trapped inside the shirt. Not like it mattered to him, as he tossed the shirt to the floor immediately after he pulled it over his head. He hesitated for a second when it came to taking his shorts off; he had never been naked in front of a girl that wasn’t Mabel, and that had happened only when they were much younger.
Before he could hesitate any further, Pacifica leaned forwards and landed both hands on his chest as she smiled at him mockingly. Unlike him, their deal allowed her to do some touching and she intended to make the most of it. The young blonde girl curiously squeezed his chest and ran her hands up to his shoulders. Dipper’s body was thin with a light wiry musculature in the chest and arms, and not a single hair anywhere. The sight made her nipples erect, a detail that didn’t go unnoticed by Dipper, and also made her groin start tingling with a desire that she expressed by biting her bottom lip and giving Dipper a lustful look.
The sudden sexually-hungry look from Pacifica quickly replaced Dipper’s hesitation with even more sexual arousal. He could feel a wet spot on the tent in his shorts; his penis was practically begging to come out. The boy hooked his thumbs on the waistband of his shorts and underwear, and pulled them down until they pooled around his ankles. He then stepped out of them and his shoes, and stood wearing only his socks in front of Pacifica.
Dipper was tense, with his hands turned fists and glued to his sides. He could feel his palms and his forehead sweating buckets. When he noticed Pacifica’s eyes were analyzing his penis, he felt his face, his neck and even his shoulders grow so red and hot that he thought he would pass out. He quickly looked away in an attempt to calm down a little bit, because he knew that he would end up fainting and dropping to the floor naked otherwise.
Pacifica, by contrast, was trying to burn into her memory every detail of Dipper’s genitals. His penis was smaller than those she had seen in pornographic videos, but she felt it looked proportional to his height given his age. The base had no more than six randomly positioned hairs, the testicles were small but pronounced and with no hairs on them, and the penis was straight and uncut, with the glistening glans only partially poking out of the foreskin. The penis throbbed rhythmically in an almost entrancing way, invitingly even.
The young blond girl lost her composure for a second and smiled stupidly. She quickly regained it, and then grabbed Dipper by the face and, to reward him for stripping down, she kissed him passionately, something that caught Dipper entirely by surprise. After that, she ran her hands along Dipper’s sides as she lowered herself to her knees, making sure they landed on Dipper’s discarded clothes and not on the dusty wooden floor, to position her face at the height of his penis.
“Dipper.” She called him and, when he looked at her, she smiled and added “It looks very nice and hard. You should be proud.”
“T-thanks!” He was surprised for a second, and then he noticeably perked up. His hands stopped being fists and instead he rested them on his hips, and he also stopped standing so stiffly and separated his feet a little bit. His penis even seemed to twitch happily.
Smiling at her success in calming him down, she reached out and grabbed the shaft of his boyhood. The velvety feeling of the skin and the pleasant sensation of both soft and hard at the same time left Pacifica dumbstruck for a moment. His penis twitched lightly at the foreign contact of her cold palms and Pacifica couldn’t help but give a little jump in surprise. She chuckled, mildly embarrassed, and then looked up at Dipper.
“Can I pull the skin down to expose the head, or does it hurt if I do that?” She asked.
“It won’t hurt to expose the head, but don’t pull beyond that.” Dipper was a little confused at her question, but he guessed that he was probably the first uncut penis she had seen and her experience with other boys involved only cut penises.
Pacifica pulled the skin of the shaft down gently until the head of his penis was fully naked. She breathed on it unintentionally, and the cool air entering in contact with the sensitive glans made the penis twitch and ooze a tiny drop of transparent precum through the orifice on the tip. Pacifica reflexively licked her lips as she witnessed that, something that made Dipper gulp and widen his eyes, but there was something else affecting Pacifica’s senses. A musky hormonal scent was coming out of the base of Dipper’s penis and invading her nostrils, making her mind fuzzy and causing her mouth to reflexively over-salivate to the point she had to swallow or else she knew she would start drooling.
Following her instinct, Pacifica leaned closer until her nose bumped into the base of his penis, causing Dipper to gasp and tense up. She sniffed around the shaft until she found that the smell was the strongest where the base of his penis met his balls, and then she inhaled deeply in there a couple of times. The young blonde girl couldn’t help but shudder and moan; she loved how his penis smelled and how it was making her petite vulva tingle with lust. She felt herself making a wet mess inside her panties.
Deeply aroused, she pulled away and started giving Dipper’s shaft a couple of tentative strokes as she kept eye contact with him. She quickly learned that Dipper winced whenever she went too fast, and that he inhaled sharply when she touched his glans, so she kept the pumps only on the shaft at a slow pace, intermittently rubbing his glans with her index finger. Her other hand joined in the pleasure she was delivering Dipper by cupping his balls. Out of curiosity, she first counted them mentally, finding two very small testicles, and then she gave one a light squeeze. When Dipper gave a little jump and a yelp, she noted mentally not to do that again and limited herself to just cupping his scrotum and rolling his balls now and then.
Finally achieving the ideal pace in the way that he liked, Dipper started panting and rocking his hips very slightly in rhythm with her strokes. His increasing pleasure soon made the precum on the tip of his penis overflow and trickle down Pacifica’s forearm. She quickly caught it with the tip of her tongue before it fell down to the floor, and savored the new flavor in her mouth. The texture was similar to uncooked egg-white, but the taste was salty, although not unpleasant. Her sudden bold move, however, had made Dipper gasp audibly and this had caught Pacifica’s attention.
“Do you want to put it in my mouth?” She asked while rubbing the head of his penis against her cheeks, staining her face with his precum.
“Oh gosh, yes.” Dipper nodded vigorously.
“Yes, what?” She smirked with malice. “Don’t they teach lower class kids manners at home?”
“Yes, p-please.” He stammered when she gave the tip of his penis a quick kiss.
The prideful blonde chuckled, and then she engulfed the head of his penis with her mouth. Dipper yelped and automatically placed his hands on her head as the sensation overcame his sensitive glans to the point that he had to bend over slightly. Ignoring that Dipper could be untidying her perfect hair, Pacifica sucked and squeezed the head of his penis in her mouth, making sure the taste reached to every corner of her tongue. It reminded her of hotdogs with a pinch of salt, something that her parents had always forbidden her to eat despite her complaints on the topic. She pumped the shaft of his penis at the base a little bit to add some precum to the mix in her mouth, and then eagerly swallowed it.
Pacifica found that the taste, even if it wasn’t particularly pleasant, it was addictive and quite arousing, and she needed more. It made her groin tingly without touching it, and her head pleasantly hazy. Her tongue rubbed the frenulum on the underside of the head of his boyhood and gently attempted to spread his meatus to nudge his urethra opening, getting rewarded with a big dollop of saltier precum and a couple of rather girly moans from Dipper. She, however, still needed the unique saltiness of his penis, so she put more of the shaft into her mouth.
The twelve-year-old boy’s penis still had a long way to go before developing into full length and girth, and Pacifica found it easy to put all of it into her mouth on the first try, even though she coughed a little bit when the tip poked her throat. Finding that she still had some room in her mouth, Pacifica raised her tongue and gently pushed Dipper’s balls with her fingers until they were along with his penis inside of her mouth. Dipper found the full-treatment so heavenly wet and hot that he gave a shuddering sigh and rolled his eyes back in his skull, groaning lightly with every throb his penis gave in her throat. On the other hand, Pacifica’s mouth was so full with her tongue sandwiched between his penis and his balls in her mouth that she couldn’t breathe, but the sensation was so overwhelmingly arousing that she pushed it until the last minute before pulling away, coughing and gasping for air.
“Wow…” Dipper panted heavily. “That—!”
“—was awesome!” Pacifica finished his sentence while panting just as much. When she recovered her breath, she grabbed Dipper’s wet penis and muttered hungrily “Again.”
“Hold on.” Dipper stopped her before she engulfed his penis. He felt his ball aching; he wasn’t sure he could endure another full-treatment without exploding in her throat and that was something he wouldn’t feel comfortable with so soon. “Can I do you now?”
“Don’t you prefer that I keep doing you instead? I have a couple more of tricks up my sleeve.” She smiled suggestively as she started rubbing the moist head of his penis against her erected right nipple.
“Well, I…” Dipper almost reconsidered. “I really want to try to make you feel good. Please?”
“You’re so selfless.” Pacifica smiled warmly and stood up to peck him in the lips, and after that she spread her arms to give him full access. “Go ahead. You can do whatever you want, except tickling me.”
“Oh? And where are you ticklish?” He smiled mischievously. “You know, to avoid those parts.”
“You’re selfless, and a very bad liar.” Pacifica giggled happily.
Dipper felt like smiling. He found that Pacifica was especially pretty when she laughed genuinely and not mockingly. Before he could realize what he was doing, he was already cupping her face and kissing her in the lips. The action caught Pacifica by surprise and got a moan out of her, but she quickly reciprocated the kissing. Dipper, however, was snapped out of his haze when he tasted of his own penis in her lips, something his weak masculinity didn’t really need, so parted the kiss and looked down at her body.
His hands started caressing the spotless skin on her arms, which he found soft and pleasant to the touch. But as he continued moving up to her shoulders and down to her chest, he found that the skin of her budding breasts was even softer and incredibly appealing to rub with his fingertips. And even that couldn’t compete with the velvety texture of her areolas, which reminded him of the petals of a flower, and the sudden contrast that her hard nipple added in that sea of softness.
The boy looked at Pacifica as he tentatively flicked her nipples with his thumbs, unsure about whether he was doing it right or not. When she stifled a small moan, he gained some more confidence and moved his mouth in. Pacifica gasped when he wrapped his lips around one nipple, and she gave a throaty moan when he flicked his tongue against it.
“Oh my gosh, I love that!” She reached behind Dipper’s head to press him against her budding breast. “Do it harder!”
Dipper smirked with the realization that her nipples were especially sensitive, and he proceeded to suck on the left one as if he was trying to get milk out of it while his hand pinched and pulled at the other one. Pacifica writhed under the pleasant abuse of her nipples, which only got better when Dipper switched his mouth to the other one and left the previous nipple wet and exposed to the chill air of the room for a couple of seconds before his index and thumb started tweaking on it.
It was an odd sensation for the young blonde girl. Whenever her nipple got squeezed or pulled at, she felt a jolt of electricity starting on her breast and going down to the pool of tension she had accumulated in her groin. She had the feeling that she would be able to cum just from the stimulation on her nipples, or at least reach the point where she would only need to rub her vulva furiously right before orgasm. However, when she was starting to get to that very point, Dipper released her nipples and traced a line of kisses down her belly until his tongue invaded her belly button, and the jolts of sexual pleasure were suddenly replaced by an awfully overwhelming ticklish sensation.
“No!” She laughed and pushed Dipper’s head away from her stomach.
“You’re ticklish in the bellybutton?” He was surprised. “Aw, that’s too cute! I can’t really avoid it now.”
Reaching around her sides to pull her closer, Dipper gave her bellybutton a couple of furtive swirls, making Pacifica automatically quiver and start giggling.
“Haha, no, no!” She tugged on his hair to make him stop. “Stop that or I’ll sue you!”
The last comment made Dipper burst into giggles that time, and he parted from her bellybutton to laugh heartily with her at the situation. After they were done giggling, they stared at each other pleasantly for a long moment before they flustered and broke eye-contact. With an awkward silence set between them, Pacifica was the first to move. She hooked her thumbs on the waistband of her leggings and slowly pushed them down to break the sudden ice that had formed between them.
Catching his attention, Dipper knelt down and didn’t blink as the black close-fitting leggings slowly reached Pacifica’s ankles and exposed her naked thighs and underwear. Her panties were made of pink cotton, not magenta like he had originally assumed through the leggings, and they reached above the waist with a laced border on top. When he noticed that there was a wet spot on the base of her panties, his penis reflexively twitched and his mouth hung open.
“Do you want to keep them?” Pacifica asked, misinterpreting his reaction while she placed her leggings and boots on the chair and stood on Dipper’s discarded clothes, unwilling to risk getting a splinter on the sole of her feet from the wooden floor.
“Keep what?”
“My panties. You seemed very interested in them back when I was grabbing snow globes from the shelf.” She smiled slyly.
“Well, I—uh…” Dipper was overcome with embarrassment.
Ever since he went with Wendy and the other teens to the festival where he had the incident with the Love God, and he caught notice of how he could see the hem of Wendy’s panties due to how low her short jeans were, he had developed a certain obsession with girl panties that was starting to worry him.
“Yes, please.” He swallowed his pride after a moment and gave in to his recently discovered kink.
“What do you think? Do they look better on, or…?” Pacifica hooked her thumbs on the waistband of her panties and lowered them down to her midthighs. “…off?”
Dipper’s eyes bulged out and he gulped audibly when he saw that, not only didn’t she have a single hair in all of her young girlhood, but there was also a thick glistening bridge of her wet excitement linking the base of her panties to her closed slit. Once Pacifica pushed her panties below her knees, the bridge broke and stuck to her inner thigh. She then stepped out of her panties, and extended them in front of Dipper’s face.
“Off, definitely off.” The boy babbled.
“You can have them after we have had sex, alright?” After she showed him the panties, she left them on the chair with the rest of her clothes and stood completely naked in front of the boy.
Dipper nodded eagerly, and then he quickly focused on her groin. That was his first time seeing a girl’s private parts up close, and he couldn’t wait. The young blonde girl, whose cherry-red face went unnoticed, had a small vulva with the folds of skin at each side of the slit closed and hiding her timid pink nether lips. Between the Barbie’s vulva that Pacifica had, and the cute nipples, Dipper couldn’t stop smiling stupidly with the realization that Pacifica was the most gorgeous thing he had ever seen.
The curious twelve-year-old boy slid one finger in between the folds of her vulva and ran it slowly along her slit only once, from back to front. The sudden foreign touch ending on her hooded clitoris made Pacifica stand on her toes and gasp. The boy, by contrast, was momentarily distracted analyzing the fluids on his finger. Contrary to what he had been expecting, the fluid was whitish, almost transparent, and slightly more viscous than saliva. His endless craving for information demanded him to keep exploring, but he quickly ran into a complication.
Dipper tilted his head to the side in an attempt to approach the situation from a different angle. He couldn’t spread her vulva properly unless Pacifica stood with the legs further apart, but the pool of his clothes she was standing on was limited, and he had noticed that she, rightfully, was avoiding to put her bare feet on the wooden floor. The boy knew better and had socks, so splinters would not pierce the soles of his feet, but Pacifica had been barefoot under the now discarded leggings.
“Okay, um… Can I…?” His shyness kept Dipper from expressing what he wanted to say, so instead he acted.
Placing one arm behind her knees and the other around her back, Dipper picked Pacifica up in his arms in a bridal-carry way, much to the girl’s surprise who let out a yelp when her feet stopped touching the floor. She hurriedly wrapped an arm around Dipper’s neck as if her life depended on it; the little bit of vertigo that she had was screaming in her mind that she was going to fall, but Dipper held her tightly.
“What are you doing?” Pacifica half-screamed, mildly distressed but in part happy that Dipper had picked her up in such a romantic way.
“I’m t-taking you to m-my bed upstairs.” He stammered, nervous because of what that meant and because of the boldness he had displayed picking her up. Pacifica, however, grinned at him, so Dipper in return smiled awkwardly and started walking.
The boy carried her in his arms to the door, and then he found his first obstacle. There was no way of turning the doorknob, which was at the height of his head, without leaving Pacifica on the floor. Luckily, Pacifica noticed and she turned the doorknob for him. However, when they were halfway through the corridor, Dipper ran into another obstacle, and this one he was too embarrassed to admit, therefore he turned around and strode back into the storage room, closing the door with his leg.
“On second thought…” Dipper kicked the spare mattress resting against the wall so that it lay flat on the floor, and then lowered Pacifica’s legs on it. “…this mattress is pretty good.”
“It’s a little bit dusty, but it should be fine.” Pacifica bounced a little bit on the spring mattress to test it. “Especially now that we know you’re not strong enough to carry me upstairs.” She smirked at him teasingly.
“It’s not that!” Dipper flustered horribly. “I just… didn’t want to risk someone seeing us naked.”
“You’re such a bad liar.” She giggled. “Isn’t the Shack empty anyway?”
“Well, yes. But Mabel could be back any minute and I don’t want her to catch us naked. Odds are she’ll go straight to our room to knit, so we should be safe here.”
“She’d probably die of envy if she saw me naked.” Pacifica nonchalantly squeezed one of her petite breasts, aware of how completely flat Mabel was. “I’m kinda tempted to do that now.”
“I can’t let you do that.”
Dipper smiled with malice and grabbed her by the ankles, pulling her legs up and making Pacifica yelp and fall backwards on the mattress. She laughed and tried to kick him, but Dipper moved his hands up her legs and pushed her thighs apart. His intentions were originally playful but, when he realized that he had just achieved ideal access to her precious vulva, the boy stopped laughed and gulped. His hand automatically landed on it, rejoicing in the heat emanating from the sensitive skin and invading the palm, and consequently Pacifica stopped playing wrestling and tensed up.
The moment had seemly come, and Dipper was facing a dilemma. His penis was demanding to penetrate her right away and ejaculate a couple of times, but his mind was objecting and pointing out that there was no guarantee Pacifica would stay after the sex, and he should satisfy his curiosity on female anatomy while he could. The boy, with some reluctance, crawled a little bit back and positioned his face in front of her groin. His mind had won the argument, and he only needed to check on Pacifica to see if it was okay. She had prompted herself on her elbows and was giving him a needy look with her teeth biting her bottom lip. Taking that as a confirmation, Dipper went for it.
Using his thumbs, he spread the folds of her vulva and took a peek inside. Her vulva consisted in a tiny covered nub where the pink lips started, and a tiny hole below that. The revealed pink skin was glistening with her wet fluids and emanating a strong scent. The boy imitated what she had done to him earlier, and moved his nose closer to take a very deep breath. It smelled a little bit of soap, and slightly sour too, but the predominant smell was an overpowering musky scent that made Dipper roll his eyes back in his skull. His penis twitched violently, and the urge in his mind to ejaculate inside her was redoubled.
“Wow, Pacifica…” He panted. “If you felt earlier half of what I’m feeling right now, I’m amazed that you managed to hold back.”
“Hmph!” Pacifica tossed her head back in a prideful way. “A Northwest must know how to keep their composure at all times.”
After hearing that, Dipper smirked with malice and darted a finger over her bellybutton, which made Pacifica lose her composure and giggle reflexively. When she recovered, she immediately started glaring daggers at the boy, much to his amusement.
“Less teasing and more pleasing, you Dork.” She hissed.
“Okay, okay.” Dipper snickered.
Dipper turned his attention to the spread vulva. He knew just the basics of female anatomy, and therefore he had no trouble recognizing the clitoris timidly hidden beneath its hood; his internet research of the female body could get him that far, but he was having trouble figuring out how on earth his penis would fit in the tiny hole below it. The boy tried to rub it with one finger, trying to see whether the hole expanded, but that didn’t seem to have any effect.
“Dipper, um…” She interrupted him uncomfortably. “That’s where I pee from. You have to go a little bit lower.”
“Really?” He chuckled awkwardly. “I didn’t know. Sorry.”
“Do you need a tour?”
“No. I…” His mind went blank for a second when the fact that he had tried to finger her urethra finally sank in, and he felt twice as embarrassed. “…I kind of enjoy discovering new things on my own. Just correct me again if I do it wrong.”
Moving his eyes a little bit lower, he noticed what he had originally mistaken as a wrinkle in her skin which, after stretching the skin around it, revealed the opening to her vagina. Tentatively, he pushed his index finger inside the hole, very slowly just in case Pacifica told him to stop. He was expecting to find resistance at some point, an end to the tunnel of sorts, but he found none. With his finger completely inside the young blonde girl, he noticed how wet and pleasantly warm her canal was, and Dipper couldn’t help but smile stupidly with the realization that his penis would be in there soon.
Dipper wanted to see the face Pacifica made when pulled his finger slightly in and out in an attempt to please her, but instead he ended up being the one making a face: Pacifica reflexively squeezed her vaginal walls when she felt his finger attempting to leave her canal, and Dipper, who didn’t know girls could do that, felt his jaw drop in sheer awe. Pacifica was very amused; she would never have enough of the series of Dipper’s facial expressions, and she was in for another one.
When Dipper finally pulled his finger out, his eyes bulged out as he saw it was absolutely caked in her whitish fluids. He, however, had no idea what to do with his coated finger so, in an act of boldness, he fixed his eyes on Pacifica’s and stuck the finger into his own mouth.
“Eww!” Dipper regretted his action as his whole body shuddered at the powerfully sour taste.
“Haha, why did you do that?” Pacifica started giggling at his reaction.
“I wanted to know what you tasted like because…” Dipper blushed. “…I want to return the favor.”
“Oh.” Pacifica felt a sudden pleasant pull in her groin. She hadn’t thought Dipper would be willing to do that. “And… did the taste make you change your mind?”
“Not at all. It just caught me by surprise.” Dipper grinned at her. “You taste really strong on the back of the tongue, but it’s kind of nice. I actually want more.”
“In that case, let me give you a better access.” Pacifica grabbed her thighs and pulled her knees to her shoulders, leaving her vulva exposed and slightly raised for Dipper’s comfort. “Better?”
“Definitely.” From that new angle, he could clearly see her vaginal opening, and he felt twice as stupid for missing it earlier.
The curious twelve-year-old spread the folds of her vulva. He could appreciate that her vaginal opening was clenching and relaxing as if it was breathing, something that mesmerized him for a couple of seconds. He gave it a quick peck, which earned a sudden twitch of surprise from Pacifica, and then he stared in awe at how the whiteish lubricant in her canal oozed out. She was positively overflowing down there. Dipper leaned forwards and pressed the tip of his tongue against her vaginal entrance, coating it well in her fluids before he dragged it up along her vulva.
The flick on her clitoris automatically made Pacifica moan, something Dipper wasted no time to take advantage of. His tongue started abusing the sensitive nub, flicking and nudging it until he managed to push the hood back and expose her clitoris, and then he engulfed the whole area in his mouth. The sensation overpowered Pacifica, and she had to release her legs to grab Dipper’s hair, dropping her thighs at each side of Dipper’s head and planting the soles of her feet on his back, all while panting and giving short squeaks whenever his tongue flicked her most sensitive spot.
“Slower, slower, slower!” She squeaked as the incessant attention made her clitoris oversensitive, although the plead seemly made Dipper cease his tongue lashing altogether. “B-but don’t stop!”
“C-can I put it in?” Dipper prompted himself on his hands and stared at Pacifica with a desperate look. “I don’t think I can hold back m-much longer.”
“Now!?” Pacifica glared at Dipper accusingly. He had left her on the brink of orgasm but, as much as she had enjoyed the cunnilingus, it was not what she had come to the Shack for. “Okay, fine. But I’m topping.”
“That really takes a weight off my chest.” Dipper confessed with embarrassment. “Because I don’t think I have the experience to top right.”
Pacifica stared at him mildly confused for a second as she tried to guess in her mind what he had meant, but then she shrugged it off and pulled her legs off the boy so that he could roll over. Dipper lay on his back and stared expectantly at Pacifica while drumming his fingers on his chest. He was wondering whether she was going to go to her jacket and pull some condoms out of it in the last minute, but that never happened. She was seemly fully decided to have raw sex with him.
The young blonde girl stood astride Dipper’s groin and then lowered herself to her knees, grabbing his naked boyhood and rubbing its head on her vulva. She used it to lightly tap her clitoris a couple of times, and then to do vertical strokes along her wet slit. When the tip of his penis and her vaginal entrance aligned during one of those vertical strokes, Dipper reflexively thrusted up a couple of inches, which in return made Pacifica gasp and raise her hips to avoid the penetration.
“Don’t do that!” She smacked him on the belly to scold him.
“Ow!” Dipper glared at Pacifica. “But you’re teasing me!”
“I’m not teasing you.” Pacifica glared back at him, which showed Dipper what an actual glare looked like and made him cower. “I just need it really well lubricated.”
“Oh.” Dipper suddenly remembered that he, after all, had zero experience on the matter at hand. “Sorry.”
“It’s alright.” Pacifica stroked his penis up and down a few times. “I think that’s wet enough. I’m putting it in, but on my own pace. Don’t thrust up.”
Dipper nodded eagerly, then put on a confused expression, and then shook his head eagerly. His trouble expressing with his head that he had understood her earned a chuckle from Pacifica, whom suddenly felt really glad she had decided to do all of that with him. Resolved to continue, Pacifica inhaled, pressed the head of his penis against her vaginal entrance, and exhaled as she lowered herself very slowly. The glans went in, and it was such a tight fit that Dipper felt his foreskin being peeled to the point that he started feeling pressure on his frenulum. For a second, he thought it would tear and his foreskin would continue peeling along his shaft, but Pacifica stopped to breathe.
The young blonde girl grunted and rested her palms on his chest to achieve a better support before continuing. Only half of the penis was inside her, but she was determined to take all of it. Pacifica raised and dropped her hips just a little bit again and again, progressively taking more and more of Dipper’s penis inside her with each drop of her hips. Once she had managed to put the complete length of his penis inside of her, Pacifica wiggled her hips for a little bit before she raised them enough to pull most of his penis out, and then dropped them all the way down without much of a difficulty.
Overcoming the issues with the initial penetration, Pacifica sighed with complete relief and looked at Dipper for the first time. His eyes were so open wide that she imagined he hadn’t blinked in the full minute it had taken her to adapt to his boyhood.
“Haha. Oh, Dipper…” She leaned on top of him, grinning happily as she cupped his cheeks with her palms. “I really love you.”
The confession caught Dipper completely off-guard. Part of him told him to say that he loved her back, but a bigger part told him that he shouldn’t because she would be able to tell that he was lying. Dipper, however, worried over nothing as Pacifica quickly pressed her lips against him and didn’t let him reply. Pacifica did not want a reply; she hadn’t come there expecting Dipper to reciprocate her feelings, she had come there expecting Dipper to have sex with her.
Pacifica raised her hips and dropped them, feeling a strong spark of pleasure in her groin when her mound made a ‘SMACK’ sound against the base of his penis, something she was certain Dipper experienced too when he moaned into her mouth. She did it again, a little harder that time, and Dipper’s hands automatically landed on her butt as he broke the kiss to groan. Pacifica smirked with superiority and decided to go as hard as she could to see who reached orgasm first.
The young blond girl raised her hips, and dropped them. She raised them again, and this time Dipper’s hands helped her drop them with extra force. The sudden spike of pleasure made her head dizzy and she started panting, but she needed more. Pacifica hurriedly raised and dropped her hips two more times, and then—
‘RRRRRRIP’
“Ahh! Ow, ow!” Pacifica hissed and quickly rolled off Dipper.
“W-what’s wrong?” Dipper sat up and then noticed blood on the shaft of his penis. “Is that blood? Oh my gosh, I’m bleeding! No, wait…” He realized that didn’t make sense as he didn’t feel pain, and turned his head to Pacifica. “OH MY GOSH! YOU’RE BLEEDING!”
Pacifica went from staring at her groin and hissing, to glaring daggers at Dipper.
“H-hold on! Don’t bleed out! Put pressure on it!” Dipper squeaked and tried to stand up hurriedly. “I-I’ll go get Grunkle Stan! We n-need a first aid kit and disinfectant and to call an ambulance!”
“DON’T YOU DARE!” Pacifica snapped him out of his nonsense. “We’re NOT calling an ambulance, and we’re definitely NOT telling your grunkle! I just need five minutes!”
Dipper nodded hesitantly and sat back on the bed. He reached out for his discarded pants and pulled out a tissue pack, which he quickly handed to Pacifica. The young blond girl pulled a tissue out and, without saying anything or looking at his face, she went back to applying pressure on her groin and hissing in pain. In the meantime, Dipper tried to calm down and pondered about what had happened. He was inclined to blame himself for being so rough when pulling her butt down, but he was certain men in the internet videos he had watched did it even rougher. Dipper reasoned that a vagina stretches to a certain margin and wouldn’t tear with what they were doing, reaching the conclusion that the only thing that could tear so easily in a vagina was…
"Was… this your first time?" Dipper asked timidly.
“I’m 12. What do you think?” Pacifica replied spitefully.
"I-I mean, you were so forward that I thought—" He raised his palms defensively, but felt relieved to find out that what tore was her stretched hymen and not a vaginal wall. His penis shamelessly twitched with the realization that he had deflowered her, something he quickly hid with his hands.
"When I want something, I just go and get it. It's the Northwest way." Pacifica explained and then lowered her head, wondering whether she had committed an irreparable mistake. "I guess that we could have gone to the cinema a couple of times first, but I didn't know when you were leaving Gravity Falls and I didn't want to miss the chance to do this with you."
"I'm staying until the first week of September so… there’s time.”
“Oh.” Pacifica felt silly, since they were in the second week of July. “Well, those are good news.”
“Why me?” Dipper asked after a pause. Pacifica gave him a confused look, so he decided to specify. “I mean, you’re pretty, you’re cunning, you’re rich—”
“I’m very rich.” Pacifica corrected him.
“Yes, and that means you could get whoever you wanted.” Dipper elaborated with his hands. “Someone very popular and handsome, like the son of a famous actor, a young athlete or a pop singer.”
“And why not you?” Pacifica smirked at him slyly.
“To begin with, I have noodle arms.” Dipper shook his arms to prove his point and then grasped his throat. “And my voice cracks when I’m nervous, which as you have probably already noticed, it’s almost all the time. I sweat so much it defies the laws of physics, and then there is this.” He pushed the bangs on his forehead up and showed her his birthmark.
“I think you’re being too hard on yourself.” Pacifica tilted her head to check the birthmark from a different angle. “Is that… the Big Dipper? Wow, that’s… incredible! What are the odds of a birthmark looking like a constellation?”
“Uh…” Dipper was left dumbstruck. He had hidden his birthmark at such a young age that Pacifica was the first person complimenting it, and he had to agree with her that it was peculiarly interesting. “Okay, fine. That’s one thing, but it can’t possibly compensate for the others when you didn’t even know of it before choosing me over anybody else.”
“It’s difficult to explain.” Pacifica released her groin and leaned back to inhale deeply, her raising and dropping nipples distracting Dipper for a moment. “You see, earlier this year my parents signed me up for a tennis tournament. I don’t really like tennis, but I trained really hard and tried my best at the tournament regardless. Despite that, I ended up in second place. Do you know what my parents did?”
“Did they bribe someone to get you to first place?” Dipper raised an eyebrow.
“Heh. I’m sure they tried, but it apparently didn’t work.” She rolled her eyes. “What my parents did was lying to their friends and relatives and telling them that I had ended up in the first place, and that they were very proud of me. They even threw me a party.” Pacifica scoffed. “Do you know how I felt?”
“Er…” Dipper didn’t know whether to answer ‘good’ or ‘bad’, as he saw both positive and negative aspects in the story.
“I felt like a trophy. As if the only thing that mattered to them was that I got first place so that they could show me off as an achievement to their friends. They didn’t even ask me if I enjoyed playing tennis, as if my feelings didn’t matter.”
“Well, that sucks.” Dipper gave her a lopsided smile.
“And these two lapdogs that always follow me around? I’m sure you have seen them.” She waited for Dipper to nod before continuing. “They claim to be my friends, but I’m absolutely certain that they wouldn’t want to know anything of me if I didn’t have my fortune. Not that I enjoy their company that much anyway, as the only thing they do is chime in when I’m mocking someone.”
“But that’s perfectly normal, Pacifica.” Dipper chuckled. “Most people follow the alpha because they can’t really think by themselves. That is also how a pack of wolves works. People like to think that they’re much better than animals, but the truth is very different. That could also explain why your parents did that: By making sure you stayed as the alpha, they made your life, and theirs, much easier.”
“Haha, see? And that’s exactly why I chose you.” Pacifica smiled warmly. “You see people like they really are, and that’s very important to me. I wouldn’t enjoy being with someone that only saw in me a trophy or a bag of money. And…” She flushed red. “I like the way your hair curls, I think your arms look very nice, and I kinda find your nose very cute.”
“Oh?” Dipper beamed, but flushed just as red. “Are you really complimenting my appearance? I thought I had zero fashion sense.”
“And that’s why it’s the last compliment you’ll get out of me.”
The young couple giggled cheerfully, and then they stared at each other in silence with smiles on their faces. After a moment, Pacifica looked down, pushed a strand of hair out of her face and then locked her blue eyes on Dipper’s hazel ones.
“You know, I think it stopped bleeding, and it doesn’t hurt as much anymore. So I guess we could…” She started opening her thighs slowly, but then stopped and closed them. “Or… now that the heat of the moment passed, maybe you don’t—"
“No, I…” Dipper nodded very eagerly and leaned forward, his hard penis getting freed from in between his thighs. “I-I really want to do it now.”
“Not so fast.” Pacifica pressed her hand on his chest to stop his attempt of climbing on top of her. “I’m still topping.”
Dipper obediently lay on his back and started stroking his penis idly, wishing to coat the head in a good layer of precum. Pacifica climbed on top of him and slapped his hands away; giving him pleasure was her job, not his. She pressed the head of his penis into her vaginal entrance and, much to her surprise, she managed to lower her hips until he was fully buried inside her in one go. The wound on her torn hymen itched enough to make her wince on the initial insertion, but it wasn’t anything that she couldn’t handle.
“Does it hurt?” Dipper asked, looking at her with worried eyes.
“It hurts more or less this much.” She smirked with malice before she pinched and twisted one of Dipper’s nipples.
“Ow, ow!” He pushed her hand away and rubbed his nipple. “That feels like a lot to me!”
Pacifica giggled and leaned forwards to peck him in the lips. She then grabbed Dipper by the shoulders for leverage and, instead of raising and dropping her hips, she rocked them against his. Rubbing her hooded clitoris against the base of his penis quickly started building up pleasure for the young blond girl, whereas rejoiced in the sensation of the underside of his glans being rubbed against her vaginal walls, and her wet excitement trickling down his shaft and over his balls.
Dipper, wishing to contribute to their sex, tried to time a short thrust upwards with the rocking of her hips, but Pacifica’s pace was becoming faster and erratic as she neared the peak of her pleasure, and it proved too difficult for the inexperienced twelve-year-old. Instead, he placed his hands on her barely developed chest and tried rubbing his palms up and down. When her nipples poked in between his ring and middle fingers, and he inadvertently squeezed them lightly, his penis gave a wild twitch which made Pacifica squeak, close her eyes and clench her vaginal walls.
“Oh my gosh, oh-my-gosh, oh-my-GOSH!” She bit her bottom lip and increased the rocking of her hips to full-throttle.
The sudden change of pace caught Dipper off-guard. He couldn’t help but planting his hands on her hips and throwing his head back to combat the strong sensation of vertigo he was experiencing. He could feel the head of his penis itching pleasantly at the same time he felt Pacifica’s vaginal entrance clamping down around the base of his shaft. Just when he was about to hit the point of no return, Pacifica freaked him out for a second when she let out a shuddering moan and collapsed on top of him before she started arching and relaxing her back wildly, thrashing on top of him all while Dipper felt her vaginal walls giving a series of rhythmic squeezes along the shaft of his penis in an attempt to suck him dry.
“Haah, haah…” Pacifica gave a pant in Dipper’s shoulder with every aftershock of her orgasm. “That was the best orgasm I’ve ever had!” She turned her head towards him and pecked his cheek to thank him. “What about you?”
“Actually… I haven’t finished yet.” Dipper admitted.
“What!?” Pacifica prompted herself on her arms and looked at him, bewildered. “But I felt your dick twitching and I thought we were cumming together! How can a dork such as yourself outlast me?”
“I don’t know. Beginner’s luck?” Dipper gave her a lopsided smile. If only her orgasm hadn’t initially made him think she was suffering an epileptic attack and freaked him out for a couple of seconds, it would had succeeded in emptying him.
“I should have that too!” Pacifica chuckled. “Although, on second thought, I guess this is a good thing for me. So, as a reward for lasting so long, I’ll let you top.”
“Uhh…” Dipper hadn’t been very confident about that at the start, but now that Pacifica had achieved orgasm, a burden was taken off his chest and everything was a different situation. “Yeah, sure. I want to give that a try.”
Pacifica slowly raised her hips to pull him out of her, and then his penis dropped with a wet ‘SLAP’ on his stomach. The whole penis was wet, with some parts of the shaft being caked in her whitish fluids. Dipper shivered when his wet boyhood reacted to the chill air in the room and he quickly climbed on top of Pacifica, much to the latter’s amusement. He leaned in between her thighs and, after a few failed attempts, he pressed the head of his penis on her vaginal entrance until it was inside her. The boy thrusted into her and sighed with relief as her warm and wet vaginal walls surrounded his oversensitive penis.
Dipper experimented a little bit at the start, trying to find which method was more comfortable for him before he would begin thrusting his hips. He started grabbing her thighs for leverage and thrusting in and out of her, a position he found to be very comfortable and simple, but then he noticed how Pacifica was smiling with her sparkling blue eyes staring at him, and he felt the need to be closer and kiss her. Dipper tried to switch to a pushups position that would grant him the proximity he sought, but it put on too much strain on his noodle arms, so he moved his knees forward and laid his elbows on the mattress, hugging Pacifica’s shoulders.
“Comfortable now?” She whispered as she reached out to caress his face.
“Almost.” Dipper smirked before burying his face in her hair above her shoulder. “Wow. Your hair is like a pillow made out of flowers.”
“It was a determining factor in winning the Miss Gravity Falls’ award for the last two years.” She commented pridefully.
Dipper chuckled, and then pulled his head back to stare at her in the eyes. He failed to maintain eye-contact for a brief second, as he was nervous, but then he locked eyes with her and cupped one of her cheeks. He could feel the warmth of her belly beneath his own, her thighs pressed against his sides, her hands tenderly stroking his hair, her breath tickling his chin, her sparkling blue eyes just a few inches below his, and his penis buried to the base inside that girl, and Dipper felt he had to say something to the first person he had achieved such a physical intimacy with.
“I… love you t-too.” He stammered.
“Oh?” Pacifica was astounded.
“I love it when you’re nice, and w-when you smile because you’re happy and not because you’re bullying someone.” Dipper made a pause, as his voice was starting to crack. “If-if you can try to be always like this, then I can really love you back.”
Pacifica was beside herself with joy. She grinned widely, she chuckled, and then she squeezed Dipper with her arms and legs.
“Wait, wait.” She smiled teasingly. “Always as in… all the time? Does this mean I can’t mess with your sister ever again?”
“Yup. Never again.”
“I don’t think you’re worth that much trouble.” She snickered at Dipper’s frown. “I mean, I have lots of fun ridiculing people.”
“More fun than when we do this?” Dipper pecked her in the lips.
“No contest.”
“…No contest yes, or no contest no?” He raised an eyebrow.
Pacifica just smirked at him.
“I’ll take that as a no.” Dipper rolled his eyes. “How about this, though?” The boy pulled his penis out of her all the way to the tip, and then thrust it back inside in a quick motion that shook her whole body.
“Haah!” Pacifica’s eyes bulged out at the sudden spike of pleasure. “O-okay, that’s kinda fun, so I guess I could drop the ridiculing to once every other day.”
“Can I persuade you to lower that to once a week?” He started rocking his hips slightly and moved his mouth to her neck.
“Oh yes… I think it’s a f-fair d-DEAL.” She squeaked when Dipper’s hand swept down her back gave her butt a good squeeze.
Pacifica squeezed his sides with her thighs as Dipper increased the speed with which he was thrusting in and out of her. After confessing his feelings, the twelve-year-old craved to consummate their lovemaking with an orgasm. He kissed and sucked the sensitive skin on her neck as Pacifica ran her fingernails along his butt and back to incite him to go faster. Distracted with the idea that he was pouring more and more precum inside her, Dipper didn’t notice he was giving her a hickey on the neck until he pulled away, but he only regretted his actions for a fraction of a second. The fact that he had just marked her neck excited him.
“Dipper, Dipper, Dipper…” Pacifica started whispering as she felt his arousal making his penis twitch inside her.
The boy found himself in a crossroads. The head on his shoulders told him that he should be getting ready to pull out, as he was nearing orgasm, but the head between his legs demanded Dipper to empty himself to the last drop inside Pacifica. Both ideas appealed to him, but Dipper preferred to play it safe and proceeded to pull out. Pacifica, however, reflexively wrapped her legs around his waist when she felt him pulling out, and used her heels on his butt to push him as deep as possible.
That proved to be a thrust too many. Dipper felt the overwhelmingly pleasant electric shock in his glans that extended to his belly through his penis and made him groan in way too girly for his own comfort, something he tried to dissimulate by kissing Pacifica. His balls ached painfully for a second and then he felt the first rope of cum leaving the tip of his penis and painting Pacifica’s vaginal walls in white. Dipper’s body acted fully on instinct and he rammed his twitching hips against Pacifica’s with every release of sperm, all while the boy made a fist in her hair with one hand, and grabbed her butt with the other to pull himself even deeper.
Much to his surprise, Dipper surpassed his own personal record of four ropes of sperm as he continued orgasming and ejaculating into the young blonde girl. When he reached seven, Dipper worried momentarily that his ejaculation would be endless, but with the ninth one his penis just twitched and no more semen came out. Relieved to the core, the boy kept rocking his hips very lightly, rejoicing in the extra-wet feeling around the head of his semi-flaccid post-ejaculatory penis. He was quickly getting hard again.
Pacifica snapped him out of his lustful trance by pushing his chest. Dipper, confused, sat up and pulled out, guessing she wanted to change positions.
“Oh no…” Pacifica stared at the sperm oozing out of her. “You can cum!?”
“Uh…” Dipper didn’t know whether that was a serious question. “Yes?”
“I thought boys had dry orgasms until they were 13! Damn stupid internet…”
“Well, I’m almost 13. But I’ve been able to do this for a long time.” Dipper commented with some pride, and then what Pacifica was saying finally sank in. “Wait a second… You’re not on the pill?”
“No! I didn’t think I’d need it!” Pacifica grabbed a tissue and wiped the cum that had leaked out of her, only to see how even more oozed out. “Jeez, how much did you even cum inside me?”
“I-I don’t know! It was my first time! Everything, I guess!?” Dipper raised his hands to his head in desperation. “Oh my gosh, you’re going to get pregnant and then your dad is going to send a hitman to kill me, and if I somehow escape that then my mom is going to kill me!”
“What?” Pacifica snickered. “Okay, relax Dipper. I’ll just take a morning-after pill.”
“Yeah but—”
“And if that doesn’t work, I’ll simply go to my gynecologist and fix it in a different way.” She reassured him. “He’s the best money can buy.”
“A-alright. I guess we’re saved then.” He sighed in relief.
“Yup.” Pacifica pointlessly wiped her vulva as more of the young boy’s seed kept pouring out. “Ugh. I’m going to be dripping all day. If I’d known you could cum, I would’ve let you do this in my mouth instead.”
Dipper’s penis automatically twitched when she mentioned that.
“Then again,” Pacifica continued. “You already came inside me once, so I guess the harm is done and there is no reason not to let you cum inside me a few more times.”
The boy started panting and fighting the urge to pounce on top of her.
“But,” She gave up on wiping the semen off her vulva and grabbed her clothes to start putting them on. “I really need to get going. My parents thought I was going to practice minigolf, so I only had an hour when I came here and we’ve been at this for almost twice as that. They’re going to freak out.”
“Well, I-I—Uh…” Dipper’s realization that he had just got blue-balls overpowered him. “I can cum really q-quick if you are curious about how it feels in your mouth!”
“Huh?” Pacifica turned to look at him while she put on her boots, and noticed how red and twitchy his penis was. She felt equal parts guilty and amused. “Let’s leave that for the next time, okay?”
“N-next time?” Dipper felt initially disappointed, but then he perked up. “So… we’re dating?”
“You’re the smart one. Figure it out.” Pacifica smirked while she finished getting dressed.
“But, I mean…” Dipper was very confused.
“Bye, Dork.” Pacifica pecked him in the lips and strode to the door. “Don’t forget to grab your reward!” And she left as quickly as she had come.
Dipper was left alone and naked in the storage room, but incredibly pleased. Having had sex with a girl he loved, even if it had been full of slips and mess-ups and not as long as he would have wished, it had filled him with a sense of fulfillment and he was very satisfied. The boy was so happy he felt like spinning and giving jumps.
Once he came down from his joy, he spotted Pacifica’s panties on the chair. He grabbed his reward, as they had accorded to call it, and timidly raised them to his nose. He had never done that before, but he was curious about why perverts did that. Inhaling, his nose caught the faint smell of Pacifica’s vulva, which inevitably fooled his penis into twitching expectantly. The boy moaned and moved one hand to stroke his penis, guessing that would have to do until the next time.
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It had been around an hour after Pacifica left. Dipper had dressed up and washed his hands and face, as he lacked time for a shower before the tourist tour came back. He was again behind the counter in the gift shop, but instead of idly passing the pages of the Journal he had already read and worrying over his great uncle, Dipper was pleasantly daydreaming about Pacifica, which he considered a great improvement to his mental health.
“Dipper, Dipper!” Mabel burst into the gift shop through the living room door. “Check out what I found!”
Mabel extended her arms and showed Dipper that her hands were wet with a whitish substance.
“Is that…?” Dipper feared the answer.
“Ectoplasm!” Mabel chirped. “I found it all over the bed in the storage room! Do you think a ghost slept in there last night?”
“Uhh…” The boy was too disturbed to giggle at the ridiculousness of the situation. “Probably. I think you should wash your hands, though. We don’t know what the ghost died of.”
“GASP! You’re right!”
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