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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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13. After Effects
As the week went on into March, Dipper’s super-potency faded. First Wendy, then Tambry, and finally Pacifica stopped lactating. “One thing, at least,” Wendy said as she held her hands beneath her breasts, hefting them and comparing them with the other girls’ bosoms, “we didn’t lose any size! But my nipples aren’t as sensitive now.”
Tambry reached out and, grinning, pinched and pulled them. “Does nothing for you?”
“Well,” Wendy said, smiling as she took Tambry’s nips in her fingers, “it still does something!”
As for Dipper, he could no longer cum in amounts measured in half a cup or more. On the other hand, as Pacifica cheerfully pointed out, he didn’t need to rest as long between encounters. “Before, in a four-hour period,” she pointed out, “you could fuck one of us while the other two looked on. Now in that same time, you can fuck us one after the other, and if you don’t cum as much, you still cum!”
“And you’re such a gentleman about it, too,” Wendy teased.
“I . . . don’t get it,” he told her. He squirmed a little because she was currently giving him a slow, lazy hand job.
“Well,” Wendy said, smiling, “your motto is ‘The lady always cums first!’”
The girls confessed some relief. “I can get through a whole day’s work now,” she said, “without having to sneak off to masturbate or have Tam eat me out.”
“Yeah, I miss that,” Tambry said with a mock sigh.
All in all, though, they remained happy and, probably more important, satisfied. They left Pacifica’s mansion with considerable regret. Dipper asked Wendy if she’d consider staying over at the Shack with him for the weekend. “I’ve got stuff I’m researching and checking, and I’d like to be close to my books,” he said. “And if Pacifica and Tam want to drop by, of course it’s okay with me.”
Wendy agreed to spend the next Friday, Saturday, and Sunday nights in the Shack, but, she said, “I’m gonna pack a work outfit for Monday morning. The office is probably going to need some whipping into shape, and it’ll be a hard day. I’ll expect some special loving when I come back that evening!”
Pacifica and Tambry agreed it might be time to take a little break from Dipper, just to make sure they could do it. “We’ve always got each other,” Tambry said optimistically. “And if we’re super horny, we can come over and visit, right?”
“We’d call ahead,” Pacifica added.
“Anytime,” Dipper said with a smile. “And we’re going to have to think about living arrangements for later on—”
“My house,” Pacifica said. “That’s a no-brainer. I’ve got my big bedroom suite, and there’s like four guest rooms, so we wouldn’t be in each other’s way unless we wanted to.”
“People would talk,” Dipper said.
“Screw ‘em,” Tambry replied.
“I think I’m going to miss our little orgies, though,” Wendy said. “By Saturday night, Dip and me might want company. So how about we try staying apart until then, and Saturday for dinner—”
“And dessert,” Dipper added with a smile, “Everyone come over to the Shack.”
“Pot-luck!” Wendy said.
Tambry looked confused. “Wait, we’re gonna do weed?”
“That means everybody contribute some food—” Dipper started. They all laughed, and he realized then it had been a joke.
“No weed, but we’ll get together for a party,” Pacifica promised. “Don’t get Dip all tired out before we get there!”
They also made a tentative date for a later get-together in Pacifica’s hot tub. “I’ve ordered three special vibes,” Pacifica said. “They work underwater!”
“So does Dip’s dick,” Wendy pointed out.
“That’s what will make it interesting!”
Returning to the Shack felt a little weird. It was dark, except for the security lights, and cold inside—not absolutely freezing, but in the high fifties. Dipper cranked up the heat and Wendy started a fire in the parlor fireplace. “Want me to go bring in your suitcase?” Dipper asked.
“Already upstairs,” Wendy said. “And it’s just a big overnight bag, really. This place really brings back memories.”
“It always felt more like home to me than our house down in Piedmont,” Dipper confessed. “My folks weren’t overprotective, but up here, Mabel and I got to be, uh, free-range, I guess? Dad and Mom always had to know where we were going, when we were going to be there, and they had us check in by phone about once every hour. Gruncle Stan didn’t care where we went or what we did, as long as we didn’t miss work or get arrested.”
“Hey,” Wendy said, “remember that time I showed you guys the ladder up to the roof?”
“I hit a car with a pine cone and set off the alarm,” Dipper said. “And you gave me a high five. And later we all went out to the haunted convenience store.”
“That was some scary shit, man.”
“Except Robbie forgot all about it,” Dipper added. “I suppose the Blind Eye guys shot him with the memory eraser.”
“Yeah, or he was just bluffing, ‘cause he was afraid we’d rag him for running somewhere and hiding while you and me faced down the ghosts. You, mostly. That little sheep costume!”
“Let’s not talk about the lamby dance,” Dipper said. “Or Mabel’s merman boyfriend.”
“Warming up now,” Wendy said as the fire crackled. “Wanna fuck?”
“Let’s make some new memories,” Dipper said.
They brought some pillows and blankets down, spread them in front of the fireplace, and stripped down. “You look so beautiful in firelight,” Dipper told Wendy.
“You look pretty damn impressive yourself,” Wendy said with a grin. “Tell you what. We’ve been jumpin’ right into it. Let’s try some nice, slow foreplay. I mean not oral stuff right off the bat, but what Stan used to call petting.”
“Snuggling,” Dipper suggested.
“Cuddling,” she said.
They leaned back against the sofa, Dipper’s arm around Wendy. He reached over to cup and stroke her breasts. “How’s that feel?”
“Real nice,” she said. “I don’t think I can cum just from my nips anymore, but you can probably tell they’re happy you’re touching them.”
She stroked his chest and for a little while concentrated on his nipples. “This do anything for you?” she asked.
“Yeah, I think you girls get more out of this kind of thing, but it’s good, it—well, just look at me, you can see I’m aroused.”
She leaned over and planted a kiss on the tip of his dick. “Can’t smell that wild aroma any longer,” she said, a little sadly. “But you’re still just as big. This isn’t gonna get you off right away, is it?” she asked as she started very gently to run her fingertips over his cock.
“No, feels really good, though.” He put his hand on her upper thigh and moved it toward her pussy. “Are you wet?”
“Getting there. It’s not as urgent, but it’s real, real nice to feel this way.”
“And nice to know that we can do it any way you want,” Dipper said. “Facing, crossways, doggy, me on top, you on top, sixty-nine.”
“Never done butt sex,” she said.
“Want to try?”
“Mm. Sometime, not now. Like a titty fuck?”
“Some other time,” Dipper said, kissing her. “Let’s be old-fashioned for this time.”
Her hand job became faster and she gripped him tighter. He stroked her pussy and teased her clit—which had definitely grown, and remained, larger. She suggested, “Let’s try it this way.”
She had Dipper sit on the edge of the sofa. She sat in his lap, mostly on his upper thighs, and took his dick inside her. “I like the way this feels,” he said.
“Yeah, and let me do the work,” she told him. “This is great ‘cause I can control the angle and all. I want your dick to hit every inch of me inside. And we can take it slow and easy until we both get real heated up.”
They kissed deeply. Dipper played with her tits—no milk, alas, but the nipples grew stiff and excited. They rocked together and gradually, over many minutes, they grew more fervent. Her pussy clenched down on him. She watched his face through her half-closed eyes. “Interesting to see your expression,” she cooed. She gripped him again with her pussy. “You must really love that.”
“I really love you,” he said thickly. “I’m getting close, Wen.”
“Me, too. Gonna shift gears.”
Gripping his sides with her warm thighs, she started to grind. He thrust as deeply as he could until he felt the gush building up. At that moment, she hugged him almost hard enough to hurt, and she whimpered as she came. He grabbed her butt and pressed into her as he spurted.
“Ah,” she said. “I love the feel of your cum squirting into me! Got any left for me to take in my mouth?”
She slipped off him and knelt before him, sucking his dick. He had just enough for one last, smaller shot. “I think that’s it,” he panted.
She got up, licking her lips. “Still tastes yummy,” she said. “But I do miss having like six or eight ounces in my pussy!”
A little cum, gleaming in the light of the fire, drooled form her pussy, and she casually scooped it up in her hand, sucked it in, and swallowed it. “Think we should tell your great-uncle that we’re all addicted to swallowing your splooge?” she asked.
“I don’t think we should volunteer information like that,” he said.
It felt a little strange, too, to have just a small meal later. As they headed upstairs—nothing much to do in the Shack once it got dark outside—Dipper told Wendy, “I kind of feel like I should pick you up and carry you over the threshold.”
“Don’t strain your back,” Wendy said with a chuckle. “Hey, if we all get married, think you can pick up all three of us at once?”
“Probably not,” Dipper said.
“Make a nice start to the honeymoon, though. All of us piled on top of Dipper!”
They showered and got ready to turn in early. Dipper suggested, “How about a little sixty-nine?”
“How can I say no to that?”
So he muff-dived her and she gave him a bobbing blow job. He found that her clit was large enough to suck on, like a small gumball, and that he really drove her crazy when he did that and also thrust a finger or two into her pussy. She actually had to stop sucking him for a moment while she came—and squirted. “Whoa!” she said. “Haven’t lost that! Sorry if I got it all in your face!”
“Mm,” Dipper replied, licking her. “Finish me off, Wen!”
And so she stroked his shaft and held his tip in her mouth and he shot his load. She gulped contentedly.
“I dreamed about nights like this,” he said as they snuggled under the blankets, her thigh between his.
“We should’ve started earlier,” Wendy said in a drowsy voice.
“I was too shy,” Dipper said. “And do dumb. And I thought we were just friends.”
“Should’ve been friends with benefits,” Wendy said. “You must’ve got sweaty doing that sixty-nine biz.” She sniffed his armpit. “No, I guess not. I was getting just a hint of—”
The triangle window suddenly flared with light, and Dipper heard the sound of a car.
They both sat up. “Who in the world?” Wendy asked.
“Maybe gruncle Ford—oh, no!” Dipper said. “I completely forgot! Mabel’s coming to visit!”
“Damn, let’s get dressed!”
They’d locked the doors, but Mabel still had her own key. As they were zipping and buttoning, Dipper heard a door open downstairs. “You go to the bathroom,” he told Wendy. “Say you were going to sleep in the guest room but decide to stay up here with me. Mabel will sleep there—”
“Hurry downstairs,” Wendy said.
He did, in his bare feet. Mabel hauled through the door, grinning, now without her braces. “Broseph!” she said, dropping both her overnight bags and hugging him. “It’s so good to see you again! That’s a long stupid drive. Who else is here? I saw a Jeep outside!”
“Wendy came to have dinner,” he said.
“I’ve gotta pee!” She ran down the hall, not up the stairs, thankfully, to the main bathroom. Wendy peeked down the stair and then came down, carrying her boots. She put them on before Mabel got back.
“Wendy!” Mabel said, returning. “Hey, Dippingsauce, stand next to her. Look at you two! He’s as tall as you are now! You make a cute couple! Get married already!”
“Well,” Wendy said, “we’re kind of thinking that way.”
“No!” Mabel hugged her. “Really?” she took a step back, then hugged her again. “That would be so cool! You guys tried sleeping together already? Does Dipper drive you crazy clicking his pen? Hah, look at how red Dipper’s face is! He’s not still a virgin, is he?”
“Nope,” Wendy said, winking at Dipper. “We fit together real well.”
“Oh, my gosh, I was gonna sleep up in my old bed, but if you two are an item—Tell you what, I’ll sleep in the room you used to use when you were working in the Shack,” she said to Wendy. “Or are you two bedded down there, hmm?”
“You can have it,” Dipper said. It had been Stanford’s bedroom and for a long time had been sealed up. It was where they’d found the body-switching carpet that time.
“Great! I’m so happy for you two rascals!” Mabel said. “But I have to go look at the attic at least once!” She clattered up the stairs.
“We didn’t leave out any vibes or anything, did we?” Wendy whispered to Dipper.
“No, just the rumpled sheets, I think. But we’d better go up, too.”
Mabel had opened the closet. “Hello, Invisible Wizard!” she said. “You’re looking as good as could be expected! And the Bill Cipher Window! I remember when Soos smashed a fairy on it ‘cause he thought it was a bug! Hey, I think the stain’s still there! No, wait, that’s on the inside.” She climbed up onto the table and started to scratch at it. “What is this stuff? It’s sort of gray, but it’s not a bird dropping, ‘cause birds wouldn’t . . . get . . . inside . . . OMG, it smells so sexy!”
Dipper remembered.
He had ejaculated so strongly one of those first times that his cum had splatted on the window. They hadn't cleaned it up, and the splotch had dried.
And now Mabel was sniffing it.
Oh, shit.
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