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Smells Like Teen Spurts	By : Nastyzak Category: +G through L > Gravity Falls Views: 15483 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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12. Buttering Up Tambers
“I’ve never done this before,” Dipper warned Tambry.
“I have,” she said, stroking his dick as the other two girls snuggled and occasionally licked it. “But never with something this size. I think the best thing is for me to bend over the bed, like doggy, and maybe Pacifica can lube me some and loosen me up?”
“Whatever,” Dipper said. “I’m a virgin here.”
“Well, not hardly,” Wendy said with a chuckle. “Okay, Pacifica, you take care of her and I’ll take care of him.”
Tambry leaned forward on the bed, a couple of towels folded under her boobs, because now they leaked milk as much as Wendy’s did, and their nipples had become dark maroon and pinky-sized, projecting two inches, and throbbing when she was excited. Pacifica had a bottle of lubricant in her hand, something labeled Smooth Moves. It was clear and smelled a little minty.
“This is the best stuff I’ve found for pussy lubricating,” she said with a smile as she squirted a puddle into her hand. “I hope it’ll do great in the back-door department, too! Now, this has capsaicin in it, just a touch, so it’ll make Tambry’s asshole and Dipper’s dick feel nice and warm.”
Pacifica passed the squeeze bottle to Wendy, then she used her right hand to dip her fingers into the little palmful of lube she held. She smoothed it on Tambry’s pink bud, and the brunette twitched a little. “Holy cow! You’re not kidding. I can feel the heat already!”
Pacifica picked up a slim bullet vibrator and rubbed it with the Smooth Moves. “Here we go, just to open the way.” She delicately pressed the pointed nose of the vibe against Tambry’s puckered opening, and little by little it slipped inside.
Meanwhile, Wendy squirted some of the stuff onto Dipper’s dick and began to rub it in, masturbating him with her glistening fingers. At first the liquid was cool, but then too could feel the heat of the warming stuff. It was the same kind of feeling you get when you bite into a hot pepper, except not on the tongue. When Wendy cupped her slippery hand around the head of his cock, he said, “Tambry’s right. This stuff is hot!”
“Sweets for the sweet,” Wendy said.
Now Pacifica was slowly moving the vibe in and out of Tambry as the brunette reached back with both hands to spread her butt cheeks. “Let’s go for it,” she said.
Wendy urged Dipper forward. Pacifica reached to grasp his cock just beneath the swollen head, and she moved it against Tambry. “Urghh!” Tambry grunted. “More lube, or it won’t fit!”
Wendy obligingly squirted some onto the tip of Dipper’s cock. Pacifica said, “Tell me if this hurts—both of you!” She used her thumb to compress Dipper’s cock tip a bit and then said, “Put it in, but slow. Tambry, how’s it going?”
“I think I can take it! I need to get more worked up."
Wendy said, "Watching this is fuckin' hot!"
Tambry replied, "Hey, Wen, can you sit in front of me and let me lick your pussy? That always gets me going!”
Wendy climbed on the bed, opened her legs, and smiled as Tambry dived in. She grinned at Dipper over Tambry’s shoulder. “Even her tongue feels hot!” she said. “Shit, there go my tits.”
Pacifica tossed her a towel. “Wrap ‘em up! Tambry, you’ve got the whole head in now.”
“Don’t start fucking me yet,” Tambry said, her voice muffled. “Just push real slow. Got to get used to it. Mmm, Wendy tastes fucking great!”
Wendy was moving, her eyes closed. “Don’t just fool around,” she said. “My clit wants some attention, girlfriend!”
Dipper slowly pressed ahead. Wendy’s asshole was tight, tighter than any of the girls’ pussies. But the feeling was exciting and different for him. When half of his shaft was in, Tambry grunted urgently.
“I think she wants you to fuck her now,” Wendy said.
“Okay,” Pacifica cautioned, putting a hand on Dipper's butt to guide him. “Dipper, listen. Pull back pretty fast, but then when you push forward, go slower than you normally would. Butt-fucking isn’t fun if the dick is hurting you. Yeah, like that. Now slow . . . out faster . . . slow in. How’s he doing?”
Wendy’s orgasm face flashed over her, and again she had the bright pink flush. “I think she’s liking it!” Wendy yelped, her voice shaky. “Wow, that was a good one!”
Her voice raspy, Tambry said, “Just like that, Dipper! Oh, God! Pacifica, could you fuck my pussy with the soft pink vibe?”
“Naughty girl!” Pacifica said with a little giggle. “Wait, I have it here. Yeah let me lube it up. Ready or not, here it comes!” She knelt and poised the dildo at Tambry's dripping slit.
Dipper felt the pressure as the other vibrator, a studded, curved one, slipped into Tambry’s pussy, and then he felt the insistent, pulsing vibrations.
“Ah, fuck, that’s great!” Tambry yelled. “Cum in my ass, Dipper! Get in deep and cum with me!”
Dipper pressed forward again. The vaginal activity and her oral attention to Wendy had loosened Tambry, and he slipped almost all the way inside her before he started to spurt. The warming lube made his dick tingle, and he felt Tambry jerk as she came, yelling, no words, just frantic, eager sounds: “Ah! Ooohh! Ngghh!”
He pulled all the way out and saw cum spilling from Tambry’s still-gaping asshole. “What a waste,” Pacifica said, mopping up the flow. “I think Tambry liked it, Dip. How about you?”
“Well,” he said, “it felt fantastic, but, you know, I guess I’m just old-fashioned.”
“So if Pacifica and I want to try it, you’d turn us down?” Wendy asked, putting on a disappointed expression.
“No way!” he said. “It wouldn’t be polite.”
“I don’t think I’m ready for that thing yet,” Pacifica said.
“Yeah, I’m a back-door virgin, too,” Wendy agreed.
“Your loss,” Tambry said with a contented sigh. “Jeeze, that’s fantastic.” She reached down to pull out the vibe, which Pacifica took from her and started to wipe down.
As Tambry gingerly sat on the pile of towels, Pacifica sucked the vibrator. “Spicy!” she pronounced. “All right, so you came and Wendy came and Dipper came. This girl needs some loving now.”
They loved up on her, Wendy and Tambry sucking her nipples, now growing to be as large as the other two girls’, and Dipper went down on her and fucked her with the same vibe she had used on Tambry.
When Pacifica had orgasmed and had spurted milk, she lay back getting her breath. “Only trouble,” she gasped, “with these orgies is I’m so hungry and thirsty after! But I’ve lost a pound and a half this week.”
“I’m down a little myself,” Tambry said.
“Me, too,” Wendy agreed. “I think getting Dipper’s cum in our stomachs and pussies—”
“And asses!” Tambry added.
“Yeah, that too, I think it must kick our metabolism like into high gear. Man! I’m tired, but let’s take quick showers and then scare up something for dinner.”
“Let’s order in again,” Pacifica said.
“That’s so expensive!” Dipper exclaimed.
“I can afford it!” Pacifica shot back.
So they ordered in, Maine lobster, New England cod, clam chowder, plus a vegetable medley and garlic mashed potatoes. This time Wendy and Pacifica drove to pick it up. Tambry and Dipper, left alone together, just put sheets in the laundry and re-made the bed. “Thanks, Dipper,” Tambry told him.
“Hey, I helped mess up the bed,” he said. “It’s only fair to help wash the sheets!”
“Not exactly what I meant,” Tambry said, kissing him. “Whoo! That was some session. You know, Robbie—you don’t mind if I say something about Robbie?”
Dipper shrugged. “I didn’t like him when I was a little kid, but I haven’t even seen him in about five years. I don’t mind.”
“Yeah, well, he was a real shit. I got him to do me up my ass one time. One time! The fuckhead tried to tear me up, just rammed me too fast and too hard. I mean, it really hurt, and he laughed at me. What drove me crazy, about nine times out of ten he’d have me suck him off, promise he’d fuck me, but then cum in my mouth and when I was all hot and ready, he’d roll over and turn his ass toward me and fucking go to sleep! I didn’t know then that he was getting all the pussy he wanted on the side.”
“Sounds rough,” Dipper said.
“Yeah, I’m glad I dumped the jerkwad.” She smiled. “You know something? Dirty as we three get with you, you’re a real sweet guy. I like that. I’ve been thinking about what Pacifica said, that group marriage deal. I’ll go through with it if you and Wendy will.”
“Well,” he said, and stopped.
“You don’t want to?” Tambry asked. “Come on, man. It’ll be so much fun!”
“Yeah, but I feel kind of guilty,” Dipper said. “I was just thinking about that earlier. I’m only making an income about half of what you do, and Wendy’s hauling in more than that, and Pacifica—well, she’s in a class by herself.”
“Third richest woman in Oregon,” Tambry said. “Young as she is. What’s wrong with that? It’s not like you’re marrying for money! You’re marrying for pussy, right?”
“It would be for love,” Dipper said. “But, you know, I'd be low man on the totem pole. I don’t know if I’d be carrying my weight.”
Tambry sat beside him on the sofa and rubbed his dick through his jeans. “This pole is the only one we care about,” she said.
“Tell you what,” Dipper suggested. “Let’s say maybe on the group-marriage idea right now. It may be that after we start on that serum you girls will cool off about me.”
“Your dick’s not going away, is it?” Tambry asked.
“Gruncle Stanford said it probably won’t. It’ll stay this size, and your boobs won’t shrink. But he thinks that all of you will probably stop lactating, and I probably won’t produce nearly as much semen.”
“The quality matters more than the quantity,” Tambry said. “Hey, I’m kind of gun-shy about this, okay? But I’m gonna say it. I love you, Dipper.”
“Love you, too, Tambry. And Wendy. And I think I’m even in love with Pacifica.”
“That goes for me, too!” Tambry said. “Okay, so everybody loves everybody. Who gives a good goddam about which one makes more money? And if we don’t go into heat every three or four hours, so what? We’ll still have lots of lovely long nights together. And I don’t want to give that up. Think about it, Dipper.”
So they had a wonderful dinner, cleaned up, lay around joking and talking, and along about midnight they started again. It was Pacifica’s turn to choose, and she wanted a romping cowgirl ride, with Tambry sitting on Dipper’s face and Wendy getting herself off with a vibe as she watched. Dipper was gaining more control, and when he came inside Pacifica, she moved off him, Tambry went down on her to suck some cum, and Dipper had enough left to shoot once into Wendy’s mouth. He took hold of the vibrator she was using and finished her off with that.
And then they all had big, healthy glasses of milk.
“I am not going to the same market for more,” Wendy announced. “I think they’re wondering if we’re making our own cheese or something! Tomorrow I’ll drive out of the valley to the Greenfields Super Mart.”
“Can I come with?” Tambry asked.
“Goody!” Pacifica said. “I get Dip all to myself!”
“But only,” Wendy said, wagging her finger,” after I’ve fucked him!”
“I’ll settle for that.”
It was so nice, having the girls so playful and cheery and loving.
It also scared Dipper. Seriously.
But then he wouldn’t be Dipper if he wasn’t worrying about something.
Finally Stanford called them all over to the Shack. The serum was ready. He had four 10-cc syringes, each half-full and each with a label written on paper tape, ready to go.
“I’m confident these won’t cause any ill effects,” he told them. “But I’ll ask you each to wear a wrist monitor for at least the next week. These will relay information to me so I can keep tabs on your hormonal levels, metabolisms, and so on. Now, you say you’ve been eating and drinking much more than usual. Beginning, oh, day after tomorrow, steadily cut down. You don’t want to gain excess weight! And if you all agree, Mason—”
“Dipper,” Dipper said. He’d never liked his real name.
“Sorry, Dipper will keep me apprised of any changes in your moods and, um, appetites that he notices, along with his own. Does anyone object?”
No one did.
Dipper started to roll up his sleeve.
“Guess again,” Stanford said with a grin uncannily like his brother Stan’s. “You don’t have to remove your trousers, just push them down.”
The girls giggled as Dipper bared about half his butt. Stanford swabbed his left cheek. “Oh, I can’t look,” Pacifica murmured.
The injection stung a little, and then it burned a little, and then Stanford put an adhesive bandage over the site. “Who’s next?”
Wendy volunteered. Ford swabbed her, injected her, and then bandaged the site.
And Tambry. “Didn’t hurt much at all,” she assured Pacifica.
“I hate shots,” Pacifica said between her teeth. “Hold my hands!”
Wendy held one, Tambry the other. Dipper said, “What if I do the alcohol swab?”
“Please?” Pacifica asked in a small voice.
Stanford pointed to the spot—half her butt crack was exposed and even that much revealed what a shapely ass the rich girl had—and Dipper obligingly swabbed it with not one, but three alcohol prep pads.
“You’re going to feel a little sting,” Ford advised her kindly.
She flinched as he harpooned the thin needle into her buttock. The serum inside the tube was a pale lavender, and as Stanford pressed the plunger, it quickly vanished. Then he pulled out the needle and applied a kiddy bandage to the spot—it had cartoon images of Duck-Tective on it.
“Let’s wait for half an hour,” Stanford said. “Then if no one’s feeling unwell, you may go. You won’t feel immediate effects, but in three days, the changes should begin. I believe the first thing you’ll notice is that you ladies will gradually stop lactating and Mas—I mean Dipper’s production of semen will diminish. And then your compulsions will begin to give way to more normal feelings of attraction and ardor.” He waggled the six fingers of his right hand. “Not that I have the right to call anyone or anything abnormal!”
They sat in the parlor and drank hot tea—a habit that Stanford had picked up from somewhere, like a Brit. No one felt queasy, no one had a rash, none of the injection sites swelled or gave them pain. They said their goodbyes and drove back to Pacifica’s mansion, a grand house although not quite as large as Northwest Manor. Isolated on about a hundred acres in a forest clearing, it overlooked a stretch of river and had a broad, sloping lawn, a swimming pool, tarped until the coming of summer, and a tennis court which Pacifica said she hadn’t used in two years.
And the enclosed sauna and hot-tub room, like a greenhouse projecting from the back of the house.
They went there, had fun peeling off each other’s bandages—“You got Duck-Tective!” “Hey, Dipper got Starkle Pink the Pony!” Wendy thought hers was the best of all, Mick and Rory, with the sour-faced, drooling, bushy-haired Mick giving the viewer the finger. After removing the adhesive bandages, they slipped into the hot tub.
With her abundant boobs afloat, Pacifica said, “I feel better than I have since Dad had his stroke. I know I’m doing well with the business, but I’ve been so tense! Not now, though. What we've got is so relaxing, and this is so lovely. Hey, Dipper, when are you due for another eruption?”
“About half an hour at the earliest,” Dipper said. “But maybe we shouldn’t mess up your hot tub—"
“Oh, shut up,” Pacifica said, but good-naturedly. “We can drain it and refill it and nobody gives a damn. Wendy, reach down and make sure he’s not fibbing.”
Grinning, Wendy closed her hand on Dipper’s dick. “Nope,” she reported. “Moby Dick is still soft.”
“Well, I’m getting horny,” Tambry said. “I’m not sure that shot’s gonna work.”
“I’ll sort of be sorry if it does,” Pacifica said. “Tambry, can we fool around a little?”
Tambry was agreeable, and before long the two girls were kissing and fingering each other down under the surface.
Wendy nudged him. “I think you’re warming up to the idea, too,” she said. “Little Dipper’s growing down there.”
“Watching you girls is pretty stimulating,” Dipper said. Tambry and Pacifica had left the water and sat on the edge, their mouths and tongues locked together, their fingers busy in each other’s pussies. The air in the sauna was hot, and both girls’ bodies gleamed as slick as seals.
Tambry glanced over with heavy eyelids. “You two can go on and fuck if you want,” she said. “Won’t bother Pacifica and me at all.”
“Let us watch, though,” Pacifica said.
“Don’t think we could stop you,” replied Wendy. “Dip, I think our girlfriends will have a better view if I ride you. Is that okay?”
“Any way’s okay with me,” Dipper said.
“Gather around, then,” Wendy told the others. “Let’s lay on the mat over there, Dip. Been a while since we fucked on floor level!”
He lay back while Wendy knelt straddling his hips and stroked him, getting his dick to come to full attention. He was concentrating, but so far he couldn’t tell any difference in the feeling.
And the girls were practically drooling. “Can you still smell it?” he asked.
“Oh, yeah,” Wendy said. “You're flowing with precum. The aroma's strong in this warm air! Girls, warm me up a little before I get in the saddle with this fucking bronco!”
“You mean bucking fronco!” Tambry said as she began to fondle Wendy’s boobs.
“Fucking cocko!” Pacifica suggested as she put her fingers inside Wendy’s pussy. “You’re so wet, Wen! Come on, put it in, Tam and I want to watch!”
They sort of steered her, Pacifica held Dipper’s dick in place, and Tambry guided Wendy as she slipped down, her pussy smoothly enveloping Dipper. “Mmn, still just as big,” Wendy said, patting the taut bulge in her lower tummy. “And my nips are starting to ooze. How about licking them a little for me, girls?”
She started to grind Dipper, breathing deeply as both Tambry and Pacifica, both girls masturbating themselves, sucked at her nipples.
Dipper felt his balls twitching. He thought, Oh, please don’t let the girls decide I’m not good enough if we can’t do this three or four times every day!
As though she’d read his mind, Wendy gasped, “So—fucking good! Dip, in a week or two if we don’t like how things are—you can always water that damn plant again!”
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