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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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17. Feedback Loop
As the time got close for Mabel’s spring break visit, Pacifica and Tambry complained that that while they craved and needed Dipper’s cum, it wasn’t the same as it had been at first.
“It’s still delicious,” Tambry explained, “but it’s not as strong.”
“And,” Pacifica added, “there’s never enough of it to go around.”
Wendy had a possible solution to try. “You know,” she said, “We're all three still lactating after a real good orgasm. I’ve noticed that the morning after Dipper’s drunk milk from all three of us, his spunk’s a lot thicker, and there’s more of it.”
“Is there?” Dipper asked.
“Oh, yeah,” Wendy said. “Usually on a Monday morning, so the others miss out.”
“No fair!” pouted Tambry.
“Let’s try it,” Pacifica said. “Dipper can make us cum hard over and over. Then we’ll milk each other and store it up in a bottle. Let’s see if we can give Dipper a quart of milk to drink. Meanwhile, let’s collect his cum and freeze some of it. I can mix it up in some skim milk and make ice cubes. That way Tambry and I can get a taste if we make smoothies or drop the cubes into a protein shake.”
That was why Dipper came ten times—or nine and a few exhausted squirts late on Sunday that weekend. That amounted to about six ounces. Because they were addicted, the girls took turns cleaning his dick with their tongues after every ejaculation, and that carried them through.
Dipper enjoyed watching the milking sessions. Every time the girls had orgasmed, either from his dick, fingers, or tongue or from playing with each other, one by one they got down on all fours and took turns being milked. At first Dipper didn’t think they’d produce very much, because on the first go-round, with a huge one-quart measuring cup being used as the milk pail, among the three of them they gave a grand total of about three ounces of milk.
However, milking gave them what Wendy called nipplegasms, and the next session brought seven more ounces, the next a little more than that. Early on Sunday morning, Wendy woke Dipper with a playful “Moo!”
“We want you to milk us this morning,” Tambry said, licking his dick. “We won’t let you cum until you do!”
“My tits feel full,” Pacifica announced, holding them up with her hands to show the puffy areolas and the jutting, engorged nipples. “I think you can get a whole glass from me alone!”
Pacifica got on all fours on the bed, her heavy boobs swaying, and Dipper carefully placed the collection cup. “This won’t work,” he said. “Unless I just milk one at a time.”
“That ruins the orgasm,” Pacifica complained. “I’ll find something better.”
She went to the kitchen and brought back a broad, deep glass casserole dish. “This should be big enough, and it ought to catch any splashes.”
“We were talking when you were out,” Dipper said. “How about if Tambry uses the strap-on to fuck you while I’m milking?”
“Might increase the output,” Tambry said. She was already wearing the strap-on, plugged into her pussy. She gave it a slap and it bounced.
“How can I say no to that?” Pacifica said. “Bring it on! I’m dripping already.”
“Scoot up in the bed,” Tambry said.
Wendy lay on her side, her feet on the pillow, her head propped on her hand. “I’m gonna watch and finger myself. I’m thinking the more we cum, the more milk we have.”
“How about me?” pouted Tambry.
“Oh, I’ll go down on you right after I’m milked!” Pacifica said testily. “Stick that thing in me!”
Tambry knelt behind her, grasped her hips, and thrust inside her with one quick movement and then began to fuck.
“Milk me!” Pacifica demanded. “Oh, God, hurry!”
Her pink teats were already dripping white. Dipper grasped the swollen areolas and then closed his fingers around the nipples and began the steady squeeze-and-pull. Milk jetted out at each tug. Pacifica’s mouth opened and she curled out her tongue, grinning like that as her eyes rolled up. “Yeah! This is so fucking great! Faster and harder, Tambry! How—how am I doing, Dipper?”
“Great,” he said. “At least half a cup, and it’s coming strong!”
Panting, Pacifica glanced down at him and licked her lips. “I see your cock’s bigger, too!”
“This is sexy,” Dipper said.
Pacifica came with a scream and almost collapsed into the milk receptacle, but Tambry pulled her back. “How—how much?” Pacifica gasped.
Dipper poured the milk into the measuring cup. “Over a cup,” he said. “Maybe ten ounces. It’s hard to tell, but that’s a record.”
“Okay,” Pacifica said. “Now you milk Wendy and I’ll pay Tambry what I owe her."
Wendy prepared by inserting an internal vibrator, shaped like a stretched-out U. The thicker arm went inside her, the thinner one hugged her clit, and she controlled it by a Bluetooth connection to her phone. “I think I may beat Paz’s record,” she said as she started the vibrator humming. “Lick that pussy, Paz!”
Beside her on the bed, Tambry sprawled on her back, her legs bent and her feet on Pacifica’s back as the blonde enthusiastically tongue-fucked her. She didn’t replay, but gave Wendy a thumbs-up.
“Ready?” Dipper asked.
“Yeah, go! The vibe feels great.”
Wendy’s incredibly swollen nipples gushed each time Dipper tugged them. She yipped immediately—“Nipplegasm,” she explained with a gasp. And then she came from the vibe, dialed it up, and came again. Her milk flow increased, too. Finally, as her jets died away to a dribble, she groaned, “Stop, Dip. I’m all fucked out. Gotta rest. Do Tambry.”
But she laughed when Dipper announced, “A new champion. Twelve ounces of pure girl milk!”
“Fuck you!” Pacifica said, though she didn’t sound angry. “Just for that, you’ve got to eat me out!”
“Give me a few seconds,” Wendy said.
“Pass me that pussy-pleaser,” Tambry told her. She inserted the wireless vibe into herself and then warned Dipper, “Paz made me cum hard, so my boobs are probably real full. See how much you can get!”
Like Wendy, Tambry’s nipples had enlarged more than Pacifica’s had, and she, too, had a nipplegasm within a few seconds. “Oh, fuck!” she yelled. “I just came from the vibe, too! Keep milking, Dip, it feels so good!”
Tambry’s total was exactly ten ounces, in the middle. When the satiated girl collapsed on the bed, Dipper collected all the milk and took it to the fridge. Pacifica had optimistically prepared a half-gallon glass bottle, but Dipper doubted that they would fill it that day—at the moment, it was only half full, just a bit more than one quart.
He hurried back to the bedroom. “Okay, girls,” he said. “My turn. I enjoyed that, but I’ve been hard so long I’m gonna have a case of blue balls if you don’t make me cum!”
They did it with a triple blow-job, Tambry and Paz licking his shaft, Paz putting a finger up his butt, as Wendy concentrated on the head. When she realized he was about to ejaculate, Wendy clapped a pint bottle against him and he came into that.
“See what I mean?” Wendy asked, holding the bottle up for the others to see. “It’s thicker and whiter, and that time he shot almost four ounces!”
“Give me a taste,” Pacifica said, sucking on his dick. She drew out a spoonful or so and then said, “Oh, my God, it’s fucking delicious! Just like it was before we took our shots!”
Wendy carefully rationed the haul, giving Tambry about a spoonful and then taking one herself. “What do you think, girlfriend?” she asked Tambry.
Tambry nodded like a wine lover. “It’s the real stuff,” she said. “And that was just from milking us and looking at us! He ought to be something after drinking our milk.”
They showered and went to breakfast. But Wendy told Dipper, “You can’t have pancakes and sausages. Those are for us. Here’s your breakfast!”
She gave him a sixteen-ounce glass of their milk.
“Well,” Dipper said, “if I have to. Cheers!”
He lifted the glass and started to sip, but the girls changed, “Chug! Chug! Chug!”
The blend of Wendy’s, Tambry’s, and Paz’s milk was sweet, and it made him feel a bit dizzy, like a big glass of champagne. They relaxed in the hot tub, Tambry asked Dipper to hold her up in the air so she could pee from the deck—Pacifica irritably said, “Oh, for God’s sake, you guys are gonna kill the grass! If you want to do this, let’s go all out and drive up to the cliffs. Then you can pee a thousand feet down over a bluff!”
But Dipper obliged this one time, wrapping his arms around Tambry and holding the brunette with her ass against him and his hands supporting her thighs, while Wendy helpfully reached out to open her friend’s pussy lips with two fingers, and Tambry squirted lustily. “God, you two have got to try this!” Tambry said when Dipper let her down.
“No, thanks,” Wendy said. “A few things don’t appeal to me.”
“Hey, Dip, some time I’ll lay back with my pussy open and you can pee on it,” Tambry said.
Pacifica huffed, “You are such a degenerate!”
“Me? Who made Wendy take it up the ass?” Tambry asked.
“I never said I wasn’t a degenerate,” Pacifica said. “Just that you are! I think maybe I can be milked again. Want to try?”
“Give me another hour,” Dipper pleaded.
“All right, after lunch, then,” Pacifica said.
“But for lunch,” Wendy warned, “You get to have another pint of milk!”
“Yum,” Dipper said. He pulled her to him, bent down, and tongued her nipples.
“Shit!” Tambry said from behind Wendy. “You made her squirt!”
“He always does when he sucks my tits,” Wendy said, wriggling her butt happily. “Guess I’m a degenerate, too!”
When they did have lunch, Dipper insisted, “I’ve got to have some solid food, too. I mean, I’ll drink the glass of milk, but—“
They cooked burgers on the grill, and Wendy made Dipper a nice big one. However, she insisted that he eat it with knife and fork. “Bread’s got too many carbs in it,” she said. “Might mess up your taste. But you get a salad and the grilled hamburger steak and all the milk you can drink.”
Whatever, it was good and it satisfied him. And, without chugging, he drank another whole pint of milk. After a couple of hours, the three girls were horny and sucked him off again, this time Pacifica insisting on sucking the tip and getting the first hot gush of cum. Again they saved what he ejaculated—most of it—and got a little more than the first time.
“Even thicker and it smells sexier, too,” Tambry said, sucking some drops off Wendy’s fingers. “This is the stuff! This smells the way you did when you were so irresistible.”
“And tastes just like it did at first,” Wendy said. “I think we’ve got it! Make him drink our milk and he fucks us better!”
“And that makes us produce yummier and stronger milk!” Pacifica said. “It’s a win-win!”
By the next Monday Paz had thirty-six cum-cubes frozen in the fridge. She and Tambry shared one a day, leaving Wendy to coax more cum straight from the source for herself. All three girls milked themselves, and every other day Wendy went over or Tambry dropped by to collect Dipper's daily milk ration. It worked out to between twelve and sixteen ounces a day, and that kept up the quality of his semen.
“What happens when all three of you get your period?” Dipper asked.
“No sweat, man. You just let us suck you and collect your splooge. And we’ll probably still be able to milk ourselves. Of course, I prefer you to milk me.”
“I like that, too,” Dipper said.
She ruffled his hair. “Just a farm boy at heart!” That happened just after she returned home on Thursday, bringing with her a jar of Tambry’s and Pacifica’s milk. “Ready to fuck your practically-a-wife?”
“Always,” he said. “Except this time—do you really need to save every drop of my cum? I mean, Pacifica’s freezing some every day.”
“This one’s a freebie,” Wendy said with a smile. “You can just shoot it deep into me. I’ll take care of any that leaks out after.”
He undressed her. She had already taken off her jacket, and he unbuttoned her blouse slowly, bending in to kiss and such at her throat in between unbuttoning. She now wore a more substantial bra, with absorbent padding just in case of random leaks. When he unfastened and removed it, her nipples thrust out lewdly. “You’re turned on,” he said, pinching one.
“Turned all the way on,” Wendy said.
He unfastened her skirt and she let it fall to the floor. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and pushed them down, stepping gracefully out of them. Then she leaned back, her fingers spreading her gleaming pussy. “See how wet I am?”
“Beautiful,” he said, reaching to open his shirt.
“No, let me!” She undressed him, unfastening all the buttons on his plaid flannel shirt, then pushing it off his broad shoulders. She tugged the waist of his undershirt over his head and shucked it off his arms. “Kick off your shoes and socks,” she said, and he did. “Now stand up and let me take care of those jeans for you.”
She pulled his belt from the loops and let it drop, and then unfastened the top button of the jeans. Kneeling, she grasped the zipper pull of his fly in her teeth and smiled up at him. Then she slipped down to unzip him, reached up, and pulled his jeans down for him to kick off. Last of all came his boxer shorts, tight ones, even tighter now with the bulge of his erection showing the shape of his dick quite clearly. The tip was already darkened with precum.
Wendy pressed against his stomach, bit the elastic hem, and then, no hands, pulled the shorts off so his cock bobbed in the air. “Man,” she said huskily, getting up on her knees again to nuzzle her cheeks against his taut shaft, “I think you’re another inch longer!”
“It’s the milk, I think,” Dipper said. “There’s some kind of a feedback loop. The plant made me produce enormous amounts of strong cum, but now that’s neutralized. But I think drinking or absorbing the cum stimulates your lactation, and when I drink your milk, that reinforces—mph.”
Wendy had shoved him back on the bed and kissed him. When she ended the kiss, she said, “Stop the nerd-talk and fuck your girl already. Deep and hard. You on top this time. I wanna lock you in my legs and not let you go until I’m satisfied!”
He rolled onto her, and she raised her butt off the bed and helped him angle in. “You’re so hot!” he said as he plunged into her tight, welcoming depths.
“Oh, fuck, yeah,” Wendy moaned. “I’ve waited all day for this. First push in deep. Deeper! Deep as you can, I want to feel your pubes pushing hard against mine. Ahh, now—now—let’s hold it just for a minute. How do I feel to you?”
“Great,” Dipper said, shivering. “The best.”
She raised her head and nipped his ear. “Damn straight. Now let’s fuck. Start off gentle, but go deep. And then I want it rough and hard!”
He gradually sped up. At first she bent her legs back so her calves were on his shoulders, and then as a tremendous climax built up and up, she did wrap her legs around his waist and grasped him with thighs and calves and arms, her hands gripping his butt muscles so hard that her nails stung and spurred him on to harder fucking.
“Unyah!” she yelped, beyond words. “Ngh—oh! Uhhh! Fuh! Yah! Ahhh!”
At the same moment, he flooded her with his hot ejaculation. “Fantastic,” he gasped.
She forced him to roll so she was on top. “That—one—of the best! I’m milking your cock! Feel it?”
“Yeah, so hot!” he said as her muscular pussy rippled down his shaft, coaxing the last of his spasms.
“Now,” she said, kissing him, “What comes out is all mine!”
She lifted herself off his softening cock and cupped one hand beneath her pussy while she clasped her other hand around his shaft. “Mm.” She sucked the pool of cum from her palm with a sound like a kid rattling the last of a milkshake through a straw. “That’s good stuff!” She lay on her stomach to suck and lick his cock, gathering the last streamers. “All done?” she asked in a fake disappointed tone. “I need some milking now!”
It was delightful to lie beneath her, she straddling him and offering one tit and then the other for him to suck. She was really flowing, and with tongue and lips and fingers he filled his mouth, swallowed, and filled it again with her sweet, heady milk. He could feel more cum draining from her pussy onto his stomach, but he lay feeling as if he were getting drunk on Wendy’s milk until her nipples were drained.
Then, grinning, she licked her way down his body, gathering up the splashes that had oozed from her pussy. She plunged her tongue into his belly button, making him writhe.
Finally happy and exhausted, they lay cuddled together. “This is so fantastic, what we’ve got,” Wendy murmured. “All day at work I keep thinking of us getting together for this, and sometimes I can barely stand it. Love you, man.”
“Love you too, Wen,” he said. “Uh—you get any work done?”
“Huh? Oh, sure! We’re cranking up for a whole bunch of home renovations and improvements. Shaping up to be our best year yet. Auditor says our first quarter is way in the black, and Dad’s happy with his investment. I told him you and I were thinking about marrying. Know what he said?”
“’I’ll tear his head off?’” Dipper guessed.
“No, he said, ‘Bout time you settle down!’ He was starting to think I liked girls, not boys.”
“Did you tell him you’re a switch-hitter?”
She laughed. “Not yet. One day he may find out. Did you get any work done?”
“Hey,” he said, “I’m caught up through next week! I wrote four articles in the last seven work days, edited ahead, and they confirmed my raise for the next six months. I’m not gonna be rich, but I’m earning some money. And they want to set me up so I can record some podcasts from here. They'll pay extra for those.”
“I can help with that!” Wendy said. “I had some production classes in college. And I won’t even charge you, except for some extra fucking.”
“What a deal!” Dipper said. “I’ll give them a yes on that.”
“By the way, no weekend at Pacifica’s this time around. Tambry and she are gonna be off doing something—probably each other!—and they want us to take a day off next week and come and play instead. Monday all right?”
“Fine with me,” Dipper said. “Like I told you, I’m all caught up.”
“I’ll tell Tam, then,” Wendy said.
“I’ll love a whole weekend just with you,” Dipper said, kissing her.
“Mm,” she said.
Neither of them knew that at that moment, Pacifica was on speakerphone. “Maybe next time,” she said. “But you come anyway. You know Dipper’s moved out of the Shack, don’t you?”
“Yeah,” Mabel’s voice replied. “He told me he’s living with his girlfriend now. It’s Wendy, or did he decide to go with you?”
“As if!” Pacifica said. “No, it’s Wendy. You could stay in the Shack all by yourself, I suppose, but you'd be better off here."
"Uh, where are you living? I know I was there, but everything's all fuzzy and dim in my head."
And what else is new, Pacifica wondered, but she said, "You'll remember it when you see it. I’ve got my great river-view house with a spa, including a hot tub, and also a pool. So if you want to stay with me for break—”
“Deal! No backsies!” Mabel said. “I’m sorry my girlfriend’s going home for the break, I know you’d like Eileen. She's moved in with me, and she's real good in the sack. And, um, you know, you and I haven’t always got along so great, but I think we could get to like each other.”
“Lick each other did you say?” Pacifica asked, immediately moaning a little.
“No! Uh, yes? Maybe? What’s going on, you sound—”
“I’m getting a massage,” Pacifica said. “All right. I’ll text you directions and I’ll look for you Friday night. Oh, by the way, you’ll love this. I’ve got the greatest recipe for a diet protein smoothie. We’ll have a big one as soon as you show up!”
“Can’t wait,” Mabel said, and shortly after, she hung up.
“Did I say to stop milking me?” Pacifica asked Tambry.
“No, but I thought you’re nearly empty. The smoothie you’re giving Mabel, is it gonna include, you know?”
“Essence of Dipper,” Pacifica said. “I want to turn her on all the way. I think she’d make a good love slave.”
“But what if she starts wanting to do Dipper?” Tambry asked. “Here, you’re done, now you can milk me.”
“Get on all fours then. What if she does? I don’t care if she fucks him or not.”
“But he wouldn't do that last month. Don’t think he’s crazy about the idea.”
“Boys change their minds all the time, Tam. Wow, you’re really squirting!” She tugged her friend’s nipples, shooting streams of milk into their improvised pail, one, two, one, two. “Boys change.”
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