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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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Wendy started running along to the road through the forest. Dusk was falling rapidly and, to make things worse, a heavy downpour had just caught her on the way back. She regretted refusing to come back from the funfair in Thompson’s car, but the redhead lumberjane had her pride and she hadn’t liked one bit the comments Robbie had made to Tambry such as “You are the best girlfriend I ever had” and “Gosh, I love how you worry about things instead of being all laid back doing nothing”. Wendy had found it all as a direct jab at her, and the fact that Tambry had not said anything annoyed her even more; they were supposed to be best friends after all. Now, however, that pride was getting her soaked wet under the rain on her way home.
“Wait a second, where am I…?” Wendy had a look at the road she was running along. “Oh, you have to be kidding me!”
Ahead of her there was a well-cared road that went uphill to Northwest manor, which essentially meant that Wendy was on the wrong side of the town, and more than half an hour away from her cabin in the woods. Wendy didn’t usually get lost in the forests of Gravity Falls; she had been traversing them ever since she was a kid, but her bad mood had ended up messing up with her orientation a little bit.
Sighing at her bad luck and feeling the rain only getting worse, Wendy decided to go to the manor. When she reached the gate, she rang the interphone and then, without further confirmation, the gates opened right away. That caught Wendy a little off-guard since she had been expecting someone to ask who she was on the interphone, but she guessed they had spotted her on some hidden camera, and decided to hurry in.
Wendy crossed the garden in a rush and knocked on the main door. The porch at least protected her from the rain. No more than a second later, and much to her surprise, Pacifica Northwest opened the door. The young blonde heiress was wearing a dark purple robe with a lighter purple strapless gown underneath. The gown was so short it barely reached the base of her very expensive-looking black lace panties, and it was translucent enough for Wendy to tell that Pacifica wasn’t wearing any bra, and that her nipples were quite aroused. Both girls stared dumbstruck at each other for a moment as if neither of them had expected to see the other, and then Pacifica flustered and closed her robe to hide her erected nipples and partial nudity.
“What are you doing here?” Pacifica asked, her face flushed red, before poking her head out and looking left and right as if she was expecting to find someone else.
“Um…” This was the first time Wendy recalled talking to the blonde heiress in her whole life. “The storm kinda caught me by surprise. Can I use your phone?”
Pacifica frowned for a second and then smiled with malice.
“Of course. Wait!” She stopped the redhead. “You can’t come in with those boots.”
Wendy looked down at her boots and noticed they were dripping mud. Guessing it was fair, she removed them.
“The pants too.” Pacifica crossed her arms and stood in the doorframe.
“Excuse me?” Wendy thought she hadn’t heard her right.
“Your pantlegs are muddy and, no offense, but any of my carpets is worth more than your entire wardrobe.” She looked with disdain at the tomboy clothes Wendy wore.
“So what, you expect me to take the shirt off too?” Wendy asked sarcastically.
“As a matter of fact, yes. It’s soaking wet and you’re dripping water everywhere.” Pacifica commented nonchalantly and grabbed one of the coats from a stand near the door. “You can wear this while you’re inside.”
“Fine…” She grabbed the coat and waited for Pacifica walk behind the door and give her some privacy while she changed. Through the gap of the door, Wendy noticed the manor was seemly empty. “Don’t you usually have butlers around?”
“I gave them the night off.” Pacifica answered from the interior of the manor. “My parents are also away on a business trip, so you don’t have to worry about anybody seeing that freckled butt of yours.”
Wendy grumbled something about spoiled brats and stripped down to her underwear, making sure to move her phone to her new outfit. Her panties were mostly dry, but her bra was soaking wet, so she double checked Pacifica wasn’t peeking on her and then took it off before putting on the coat. The redhead lumberjane piled up her mess of wet clothes on the floor next to the door and entered the Northwest manor wearing only a coat and her panties underneath.
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Wendy clicked her tongue and hanged up the phone.
“Looks like my dad isn’t home.” She told Pacifica.
“I guess you’ll be staying here for a while then.” The blonde heiress, well-trained in the rules of courtesy and her obligations as a host, stood up and measured Wendy with her eyes. “You can sit on that couch while I get you some better clothing. I have the perfect thing for you.” She said and left upstairs.
Wendy sat on the couch, shivered as it was cold, and looked around. She was in a rectangular room apparently meant for receiving visits. There was a fireplace on one wall with two mounted deer heads at each side above it, and a black bear skin rug on the floor in front of it. The rest of the walls were covered with paintings of achievements and portraits of family relatives. On the center of the room there were three couches forming an U with a coffee table in between them, their distribution perfectly aligned with the fireplace. On the left of the room there was an archway that led to a corridor, on the right there was a trophy cabinet, and behind Wendy there was the door she had come through that led to the stairs Pacifica had gone up a minute ago, and that she was coming down precisely now.
“Here. You can wear this while you wait.” She opened a bag and showed her.
“No way.” Wendy shook her head after peeking into the bag. “I’m not wearing a maid dress.”
“Oh. Enjoy catching a cold then.” Pacifica shrugged and closed the bag, smiling smugly.
“Can’t you light the fireplace?” Wendy grumbled.
“In the middle of the summer?” Pacifica asked teasingly. “Seriously though, my parents don’t let me use it when I’m alone.”
“Of course.” Wendy sighed. “Don’t you have anything else?”
“I do, but not your size.” Pacifica looked down at Wendy’s long legs.
“Okay, fine. Whatever.” Wendy grabbed the bag. “But I don’t want to see you pulling a phone and taking a picture of me while I’m wearing this.”
“Oh, I would never do that!” Pacifica said with feigned innocence.
Wendy stared at Pacifica impassively until the blonde girl rolled her eyes, pulled her phone out of the pocket of her robe and left it on the table. Content with the action, Wendy gestured for Pacifica to turn around and, after she did so, Wendy moved behind the sofa nonetheless, took off the coat and put on the maid outfit, placing her phone in one of the skirt pockets. She spun around with the new outfit and, she couldn’t believe what she was thinking since Wendy wasn’t a fan of skirts or cleavages, but the costume felt surprisingly comfortable. It even had the nipples’ area padded, so she barely felt the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra.
“It’s nice, isn’t it?” Pacifica glanced at Wendy over her shoulder.
“It beats being naked.” Wendy shrugged, refusing to acknowledge she actually found it comfortable.
The doorbell rang that very moment.
“Oh!” Pacifica feigned distress and closed her robe. “Can you open the door for me? I’m a little indisposed at the moment.”
“You didn’t seem to have much of a problem earlier.” Wendy grumbled, but Pacifica ignored her and started examining her fingernails.
The redhead lumberjane stood up and walked to the door. She had a feeling that Pacifica didn’t like her very much, and was enjoying having her in a maid outfit and ordering her around. When the redhead teen opened the door, she found a very good reason to laugh: Dipper was behind the door, wearing his usual outfit but with the hair combed backwards and sporting a smug smile while he rolled a black umbrella around on one finger and looked distractedly at the piles of wet clothes on the porch.
“Ready to stain another of your parents’ expensive carp—?” He finally looked at who had opened the door and his voice cracked horribly. “W-W-Wendy!”
“Haha, dude! What have you done to your hair?” Wendy did her best to avoid bursting into giggles.
“What have you done to your clothes?” Dipper asked in a cracked voice, looking at her maid outfit up and down with eyes wide as saucers and cheeks red as cherries as he ensured the image of her cleavage and naked thighs was burned into his memory for future use.
“Dipper?” Pacifica poked her head around Wendy. “Oh, finally! You’re very late, Dork!” She snapped him out of his daydreaming by pulling him close by the vest and kissing him passionately on the lips.
Wendy felt awkward. She had heard unconfirmed rumors from Mabel about Dipper being weird around the Northwest girl, but she had refused to believe it until she saw it. To make things even more awkward, the couple had seemed to immediately forget that Wendy was there, and Pacifica was boldly pressing her almost naked body against the boy while his hands traveled down her back to her backside.
Dipper, however, snapped out of his lustful trance in time; his eyes darted towards Wendy and then he flustered and looked away as his hands moved towards a safer area and just rested on Pacifica’s hips. Pacifica by contrast was not bothered by having Wendy nearby; she was encouraged. She pushed her tongue into Dipper’s mouth and moaned lightly as she gave his butt a squeeze. The young blonde heiress parted the kiss, a bridge of saliva still linking her tongue to the mouth of a very dizzy Dipper, and then turned to Wendy.
“Do you have something to say?” Pacifica asked with a triumphant smile after having made sure to claim her territory in front of the redhead.
“Um… Congratulations. I didn’t know this was a… date. Or that you were dating.” Wendy forced a smile. She had just realized why the gate had opened to her earlier without further confirmation on the interphone, why the manor was empty, and why Pacifica had been so surprised to see her on the door. She had been expecting Dipper all along. “So… I guess I’m interrupting. If you give me an umbrella I can be on my way and—“
“No, no-no. There is no need for that.” Pacifica cut her off. “Come inside with us.”
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Dipper and Pacifica were sat on one couch, and Wendy was sat on the opposite couch. Dipper looked like a cornered deer, having one leg crossed over the other and drumming his fingers on his thighs while looking nervously at everything in the room except at the rather revealing maid outfit Wendy was wearing. He had spotted the bra in the pile of clothes in the porch, and he wasn’t sure he would be able to keep his head cool if he glanced at her chest and saw her nipples poking through the bodice of the maid outfit. Pacifica was clinging to Dipper’s arm possessively while giving thoughtful looks at the redhead. Wendy felt like she should really leave, but at the same time the heavy downpour outside was not precisely inviting, and Pacifica had told her to stay.
“To break the ice,” Pacifica started. “Dipper and I are dating, and yes, you interrupted the date we had scheduled for today.”
“Sorry about that.” Wendy said in a non-apologetic tone. She had heard very mean things about the Northwest girl and, while Wendy was not prone to believe random gossip, when there was so much smoke, there had to be a fire somewhere. Wendy imagined, being older and more experienced in relationships, the worst case scenario where Pacifica could be just dating Dipper to get him hooked and then dump him to indirectly hurt Mabel.
“I considered giving you an umbrella and sending you out, but I promised Dipper I would try to treat people better, so you can stay.” Pacifica rolled her eyes and sighed, but then Dipper gave her a quick peck on the cheek as a reward, and she flustered and smiled happily.
“…Thanks.” Wendy was genuinely surprised. She had not expected the heiress to do that, let alone that Dipper would have such an influence over her.
“Don’t thank me just yet.” Pacifica furrowed her brow into a stern expression. “The fact that you’re staying doesn’t mean that I’m pushing my plans to another day. I can only have a date like this when my parents are away, and that happens at most once or twice a month. You can stay, but not in this room with us. The manor is big enough to get lost in it, so go find something to do until the downpour subsides.” Pacifica made a shooing gesture with her hands towards Wendy.
“Umm…” Dipper flushed crimson red at her boldness. “P-Pacifica, I really think we should move it to a different day and do something else today while Wendy is here.”
“Wasn’t I clear enough about not pushing the date?” Pacifica raised an eyebrow and Dipper tittered and rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment.
“Wait…” Wendy was more amused than surprised. “What do the two of you do here?”
“What do you think couples do in their privacy?” Pacifica asked sarcastically.
“…Have sex?” Wendy asked half-jokingly.
“No!” Dipper blurted out. “No-no. We don’t do that at all.”
“Of course we do.” Pacifica cut him off. “It’s what couples do. You’ve got a problem with that?”
“Uh… Well, I guess not.” Wendy felt a mixture of surprise and sexual arousal that weirded her out for a second. “But aren’t you too young to be interested in that?”
In Wendy’s eyes, Pacifica had always looked a little more mature than the twins, but Wendy still placed her around the same age as them, making her twelve or thirteen years old.
“Look who’s talking.” Pacifica scoffed. “If the rumors are true, it’s not like you were much older when you started.”
“You shouldn’t trust everything you hear in the street.” Wendy flustered and glared at the blonde girl while Dipper became all of a sudden very interested in the topic.
“Oh, my sources are very reliable. Or isn’t it true that in the logging camp a couple years ago you slept with two boys at the same time?” Pacifica smirked with malice.
Dipper blinked rapidly several times and went back to looking at everything in the room except at Wendy, with the difference that this time he interlaced his hands over his groin to hide the bulge in his shorts as his mind pictured Wendy in a threesome.
“It wasn’t like that.” Wendy flushed even redder and continued after a pause. “I dated one for a week, we broke up, and then I dated the other one, okay? I slept with two boys in that logging camp, but not at the same time. But yeah, whatever. You’re right.”
Pacifica smiled triumphantly after proving her point and winning the discussion, but then Dipper nudged her with the elbow. She was confused about that until she noticed that Wendy was making a face and looking away from the couple. Pacifica bit her bottom lip and facepalmed inwardly. She had done it again, almost instinctively. She had hated doing that ever since Dipper had pointed her out how awful she made people feel with her words, and how the second of triumph and glory was not worth making an enemy for the rest of her life.
“Look, uh…” Pacifica swallowed with difficulty. She wasn’t a fan of saying the following words. “I’m sorry for bringing that up. Let me make it up to you: If you go to the east wing of the manor you’ll find the main kitchen where we have all the imported food, and on the west wing there’s a game room. There are also a couple bathrooms with big bathtubs and bathing salts in the second story if you want to take a bath to wash off the rain. They’re like small indoors pools.”
Wendy smiled faintly. She had seen right there both the old and mean Pacifica Northwest, and the apparently new and more considerate one. It was the second time that Dipper proved to be a good influence for Pacifica, and Wendy was beginning to like that.
“Alright.” Wendy stood up. The idea trying out expensive imported food appealed her. “How long do you want me gone?” She asked nonchalantly.
Pacifica looked at Dipper for confirmation, and the boy looked back at her with the mouth hanging open while trying to come up with an answer. He was pretty aroused himself; it had been around three weeks since the last time he had been able to drop by the manor for a night like that and he wanted to make the most of it, but at the same time he didn’t feel comfortable knowing that time it wasn’t just the two of them in the building.
“Hmm…” The blonde heiress grew tired of waiting for Dipper to come up with an answer and turned back to Wendy. “A couple hours will do.”
“Wow.” Wendy smiled teasingly. “Can Dipper last that long?”
“That’s none of your business.” Pacifica cut her off. “Now leave.”
Wendy walked to the door while chuckling, and gave a thumb up to a very embarrassed Dipper before leaving the room.
Pacifica quietly stood up and tiptoed to the door. She peered around the doorframe to make sure Wendy was really gone, and then she closed the door and turned to Dipper.
“We’re finally alone.” Pacifica walked up to him seductively while displaying a mischievously assertive grin.
“Uhhh…” Dipper felt a mixture of lust and fright at the sight of her grin. “Since when do you have a game room?”
“We installed it last week. I’ll show you later if I feel grateful enough with your performance today.” Pacifica looked at him up and down predatorily, and then she slowly swept her hands down his chest towards his groin. “Taking everything off would give you points.”
“Wait.” Dipper grabbed her hands and held them. “I… Princess, I don’t know if I can concentrate while Wendy is just a few rooms away…”
“But…” The comment had caught Pacifica absolutely off-guard, and she exploded. “Oh my gosh, you can’t do this to me, you dork!” She jerked her hands free, stood up with her fists on her hips, and frowned at him. “First your stupid sister made a reservation on the minigolf hole that I wanted to play, then I had to give a public speech in a party the day I had eyebags, the other day I hit my pinky on a table leg, and today you don’t want to have sex!? It’s been three awfully stressful weeks for me and I need to do it now!”
As upset as Pacifica was, Dipper wasn’t paying her attention anymore. His face was positively blushing and his eyes were fixed on Pacifica’s now wide open robe and everything the short translucent purple strapless gown was presenting to him. His eyes started by Pacifica’s hardened nipples on the center of her budding breasts, which were invitingly poking through the silk, and then they went down to her sexy black lace panties and stayed there as his mouth fell agape.
“Are even you listening to me?” Pacifica was getting really pissed off.
“Huh?” Dipper replied without removing his eyes from her groin. “Yes, yes, of course, but… are those black lingerie panties?”
Pacifica raised her eyebrows, looked down at her partial nudity and then smiled competitively. An idea had just crossed her mind.
“Do you like them?” She turned around and bent over while taking her panties off to give Dipper a breathtaking eyeful of her naked backside, and then she turned back to him and stretched the black lace panties in front of his face.
“I didn’t know they made lingerie for kids.” Dipper was amused.
“It’s weird, right? But Victoria’s Secret does it.” Pacifica smiled arrogantly, as she was aware that just by saying the brand name, she was leaving clear they were very expensive. “I knew you would like them, so I bought like a dozen of them.”
“They smell very nice…” Dipper gave a glance at her naked mound before focusing back on the panties presented to him, and flushed crimson red when he realized the following thing. “…and they’re wet.”
“They’re wet for you.” She clarified. “I’ve been thinking of you all day.”
Pacifica allowed him to examine the lingerie panties for a couple more seconds before pulling them away from his face. When Dipper reflexively tried to reach for the parting panties, Pacifica knew she had struck gold.
“I have a proposition for you.” She smirked smugly as she put the panties in the pocket of Dipper’s vest. “I’ll let you take these home with you and I’ll show you the rest on two conditions: First, we will try to do it at least once even if Wendy is just a few rooms away. And second, I want you to text me every time you use them to touch yourself and tell me in detail how much you cum and where. Deal?”
Dipper nodded vigorously, stood up and started removing clothes and throwing them away so hastily that his red t-shirt gave a few RIP sounds when he forced it too much, which only amused Pacifica more. After stepping out of his pants, Dipper stood awkwardly still and very naked. That day it would be the third date of that kind he had had with Pacifica, but even then, he was still unsure about how to start.
Luckily for him, Pacifica had initiative to spare. She pushed his chest and Dipper landed his naked butt on the couch. After that, Pacifica didn’t waste a second and leant forward to kiss him, plunging her tongue into his mouth while her hands spread his legs apart and she stepped in between. Dipper tried to grope her but Pacifica slapped his hands away; it was currently her turn to enjoy herself and she still wasn’t fond of “sharing”. The wealthy blonde parted the kiss and slowly knelt down, the silk of her strapless gown brushing Dipper’s twitching erection on her way down and her hands and lips caressing the small musculature on his hairless chest until she was finally face to face with his vividly eager boyhood.
His penis was erected, the foreskin was partially retracted and the base was very sparsely populated with no more than a dozen hairs. There were in fact so few hairs that Pacifica knew them already by memory, and she was pleased to find out some new ones since their last date. She discreetly used her hand to measure his penis; Pacifica wanted to keep record of his size without letting Dipper know of that as she was well aware he would very likely become self-conscious if he knew. His penis still measured the distance between her pinky and the base of her thumb, which meant that either it hadn’t grown from the last time, or her hand had grown equally.
Noting the distance mentally to measure her own hand later with a tape measure, Pacifica pressed the penis against Dipper’s belly and took a deep breath of the strong hormonal scent his shaft and balls were giving off. It was such a strong smell of sexual desperation that Pacifica fought the urge to start touching herself. She grinned at Dipper, who gave a nervous smile in return, and then she grabbed his small balls in one hand and pointed his penis at her face with the other.
“Tell me,” She rubbed the shaft of his penis against her smooth left cheek and then the right one to show her affection for the tool that had discovered her a world of pleasure, and after a couple of further rubs she stopped to look at him in the eyes, all while rolling his balls in her other hand. “Did you keep your promise?”
“Y-yes!” Dipper’s voice cracked. A great deal of his brain was currently focused on not ejaculating by accident on her face, or worse, on her hair. “I haven’t m-masturbated since our last date!”
After their first time, Dipper had been so aroused that he couldn’t help but make regular daily visits to the restroom to masturbate until his penis hurt. This affected Dipper for their second date, as the boy was so empty that he could only produce dry orgasms after an initial rather short ejaculation, something that bothered Pacifica to the core as she had started using contraceptives with the intention of getting filled up without consequences. As a result, she made him promise to enter a strict celibacy before their third and current date.
“Good.” Pacifica retracted his foreskin and blew lightly on his sensitive glans, rejoicing in how the shaft twitched as Dipper whined. “Your ejaculations are mine and only mine to use as I please. As long as you respect that, I’ll keep doing this.”
After saying that, Pacifica opened her mouth and engulfed the head of his penis. Dipper gave a yelp followed by a sigh of complete relief as the warmth of her mouth finally addressed the itch he had suffered there for weeks. Pacifica, however, didn’t stop there. She pushed his erection further into her mouth until her lips touched the base of his penis, and then massaged the underside of his shaft with her tongue as she sucked lightly. For Dipper the sensation was so heavenly that it allowed him to muster the courage to grab a handful of Pacifica’s perfectly arranged hair and keep her in place while he rocked his hips very lightly, groaning with every twitch his penis gave in her throat.
Pacifica coughed; it was the signal she had for stopping, and then Dipper released her hair to allow her to pull away and breathe. She panted for air a couple of times before grabbing his erection and directing a competitive look at her boyfriend, something that made Dipper gulp and brace himself for what was coming. Pacifica then aligned his penis with her mouth and pushed her head forwards, engulfing all of it in a flash. She, however, didn’t stop there, but instead she pulled away and then immediately deepthroated his whole penis a second time. The poor boy couldn’t help but seize a good grip on the cushion and curl his toes as Pacifica kept bobbing her head and deepthroating his penis faster and faster.
“P-Pacifica, PACIFICA!” Dipper stopped her and admitted, heavily embarrassed, “I’m um… about to cum.”
The young wealthy blonde looked at him with a mixture of disbelief and amusement. Dipper’s hands, legs, and even his belly were tensed up which, along with a thin layer of sweat, highlighted the small but developing musculature on his arms and chest. In addition to that, there was an expression of effort and worry on his face, which altogether made Pacifica hold back an “Aw, you’re adorable”. She giggled inwardly and gave his penis a very slow pump, putting extra force on smacking the base.
“Already?” Pacifica poked fun at him.
“Y-y-yes!” Dipper’s eyes bulged out, fearing that another of those slow pumps would trigger his premature ejaculation.
“Wait.” She covered the head of his penis with her hand and squeezed it, accidentally making him wince at the drying sensation in his glans. “Not here. Stand up.”
Pacifica dragged Dipper by the shaft of his penis to the black bear skin rug despite his complaints about her not being careful enough with his boyhood, and then pushed him down on his knees in front of the head of the animal. Dipper felt slightly uncomfortable about having his sensitive bits so close to the jaws of the bear even if it was just a rug, but he knew better than to question Pacifica and her games, or her ways of giving him great orgasms. The blond girl lighted the fireplace and then moved behind him. When he tried to look over his shoulder, Pacifica redirected his head forward and scolded him for peeking. After a couple seconds she finally knelt astride Dipper’s legs and hugged him from behind, flicking his nipples with her thumbs.
“Oh my gosh…” Dipper tensed up even further and his penis gave a violent twitch when he felt Pacifica’s completely naked chest against his back. She had thrown away the gown and Dipper could feel her erected nipples poking his back and her own wet excitement dripping on his calves.
“Have I ever told you about my grandfather Anthony Northwest?” She whispered as she twisted his nipple with one hand and moved the other to massage his balls, purposely ignoring his ragging erection. “He’s the man with the rifle in that big portrait on the wall.”
Dipper wasn’t sure where this was going, but he looked at the portrait she was referring to. There was a man similar to Preston but with longer hair and a hunting rifle resting on his shoulder.
“Do you think he would have approved of our relationship?” Pacifica kissed his cheek and then rubbed her face against his affectionately.
“If he was anything like your father, probably not.” Dipper chuckled and also made her giggle.
“My grandfather loved going hunting.” Pacifica grabbed his itching penis and started stroking very lightly, flicking her thumb over the moist tip now and then and making Dipper twitch and ooze even more precum. “He hunted all the trophies in this room with his long rifle, including this black bear he was particularly fond of. Do you know how much is it worth? Say a number.”
“I’ll say…” Dipper was finding hard to think with her thumb rubbing his meatus. “Two hundred dollars?”
“What!?” Pacifica snickered and then burst into giggles. “No. The cushions on the sofa cost two hundred dollars each. This black bear skin rug is valued at three thousand dollars.” She stopped teasing his meatus and started stroking his penis at an increasing pace. “Tell me, do you think he would be very mad if we covered the face of his favorite black bear skin rug with your three weeks old stinky low-class cum?”
“Uh…” Dipper tensed up his stomach to delay his imminent orgasm. “I really hope not, because I forgot the ghost busting equipment at home!”
“Don’t cum then.” She whispered before biting down on his neck and switching from stroking his penis to giving it short hard pumps from base to tip, causing lewd FAP! sounds every time her fist smacked his pelvis.
The first pump of his penis made Dipper roll his eyes back and see phosphenes. The second pump made him jerk his hips and reach with his hands behind himself to squeeze Pacifica’s knees. The third pump earned a rather girly moan from Dipper and made his balls retract away from Pacifica’s hand and inside his groin. Before the fourth pump took place, a rope of thick semen flew out of his penis and landed across the face of the bear. Pacifica laughed out loud and aimed his ejaculating penis at the mouth of the dead animal to have Dipper release the rest of his load inside it, all while the boy shook, groaned and grunted as the tension pent up for three weeks was relieved and the powerful waves of his orgasm overcame his sensations and body. Once he was spent, Dipper collapsed in Pacifica’s arms, panting and wheezing in ecstasy, and not regretting a single thing.
“Heh, the three weeks wait was a good idea. Not only you came a huge lot, but you’re still hard!” Pacifica giggled at the sight of the overflowing mouth of the bear and shook Dipper’s penis to get the last bit of semen out. “And it does look very much thicker. I wonder how it tastes…”
Pacifica raised the hand with a little bit of semen on it to her face and examined it. She flinched back at the strong chlorine-like smell, and then moved the hand to Dipper’s face. The boy, following the rules she had imposed after they started getting sexual, opened his mouth with a little bit of reluctance and allowed her to put her semen-coated fingers inside it to taste-test himself.
“Ew.” Dipper shuddered at the overly salty taste and smacked his lips. “It tastes way worse than the last time.”
“I imagined that would be the case after having it stored for so long.” Pacifica cleaned her hand on the black bear rug. “Good thing the bear took it in the mouth. That looks like way more than I can swallow.”
“Heh, I thought you liked challenges.” Dipper teased her.
Pacifica opened her mouth to counter-argue, but then she closed it and cupped her chin thoughtfully.
“Hmm… No, no. Maybe next time.” She stood up and stretched before walking onto the black bear skin rug and sitting down in front of Dipper. “Now that we have cleaned the pipes,” She commented sultrily as she leaned back and spread her labia with her fingers. “How about you put some of that hot dippingsauce in here?”
Dipper’s penis twitched violently when he realized it was finally his turn to enjoy himself. The boy quickly climbed on top of the young blonde girl and smothered her face in little kisses, all while eagerly trying to penetrate her without the aid of his hands. This caused his penis to miss her vaginal entrance, sliding past her vulva on the first thrust and nudging her in the clitoris on the second one. Pacifica gave a jerk of surprise, which startled Dipper and he accidentally trapped her hair under the hand he was supporting himself with, making Pacifica yelp and push him off herself.
“Watch what you’re doing, you dork.” She glared at him.
“Sorry, sorry.” Dipper, inexperienced as he was, gave up on trying to penetrate her blindly and sat up to properly align his penis.
Pacifica inhaled as he penetrated her, and then sighed happily when he finally filled her with his boyhood at the same time Dipper shuddered at the familiar wet and warm sensation enveloping his penis that he had missed so much, and he leaned in between her thighs to hug her.
They locked lips without moving for a few seconds to rejoice in the union of their loving bond, and then Dipper started moving roughly. The desire for sex had been practically unbearable for him during the second and third week without masturbation, and on top of that he had run into Wendy wearing a maid costume and apparently braless, therefore right now the only thing in his mind was ravaging his girlfriend. He broke the kiss and started to wreak havoc on her neck, adding a new hickey to her delicate pale skin with every thrust of his hips, which inevitable caused Pacifica to squeak and quickly give a tug to his hair to make him stop his biting and just bury his face in her hair. As much as she loved when he paid attention to her sensitive neck, she had two parties to attend to this month and she wouldn’t like to have her clothing choices limited to turtlenecks.
Dipper quickly reached the state where his whole penis started to feel oversensitive and seep precum, and he moaned lightly and reached with one hand for her leg, trying to have her wrap it around his back. She wrapped both legs around him and brought his face to her own to look at him in the eyes. Dipper reflexively clenched his eyes and moaned cutely; her deep blue eyes always made him ejaculate too early, and he would feel horrible if he came before she did after having ejaculated before they started.
The young blonde girl found his reaction amusing and incredibly cute, and she giggled and suddenly started feeling every single one of Dipper’s thrusts noticeably better. Every time he pulled out, she shuddered and urged to have him back inside; and every time he thrust in, a moan escaped her throat. Her vaginal walls were becoming overly-sensitive and Dipper felt that. He delivered her a low blow by moving his mouth to her ear and whispering sweet nothings mixed with a few “I love you” into it. Pacifica quickly felt her whole body twitch and she grabbed Dipper’s butt roughly as she threw her head back and opened her mouth to prepare herself to voice her pleasure during the final lap of their sex.
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The more rooms Wendy explored, the more ridiculous she found living in a manor so large. She had given up on finding the light switches in the rooms she entered, and instead she had her phone out to act as a flashlight.
After what seemed like an eternity, the redhead lumberjane finally reached the kitchen, which was as big as a restaurant’s. She searched the cupboards for foreign snacks, but she only found cooking ingredients and foreign alcoholic drinks. Wendy then went to check in the pantry and there she found some cans with a picture of pate on a very neatly adorned plate and a title in French she didn’t understand beyond the world “gourmet”. Curious about the meal, Wendy opened a can and stuck a finger inside to give it a try.
“Hm. Not bad.” The teen smacked her lips after sucking her finger clean.
Wendy put the can aside and grabbed her phone to pass the name through Google Translate. She wanted to know what it was and maybe buy a local counterpart the next time she visited a supermarket. The translation, however, erased that thought from her mind. Wendy ran to the sink and washed her mouth clean. She had just eaten dog food.
The poor experience with the foreign food in the kitchen made Wendy decide that the game room would be the safest bet to pass time, and maybe a bath afterwards. On her way there, however, she walked next to the living room where Dipper and Pacifica were, and she heard moaning.
Wendy felt a small prickle of worry. She was aware those were very likely the sounds of sex, but she couldn’t ignore the possibility that they may have gotten hurt while she was away and those were actually moans of pain. Deciding it would be best to check it out just to be sure, she walked around the room until she reached the archway so that she could peek inside without opening any door.
“That little brat…!” Wendy hissed when she saw the fireplace was lighted after Pacifica had told her earlier that there was no way she could light it without her parents.
Pushing her anger for the heiress aside, she peeked a little further into the room and then finally spot the couple. Her position only allowed her to watch them from behind. Dipper was so deep inside Pacifica that Wendy could see his little balls all red and squeezed against Pacifica’s perineum. The young blonde girl pressed her heels on his butt as she moaned, and then Dipper grunted and groaned for before collapsing on top of Pacifica, his hips going from fully pressed against hers to rocking very lightly. It wasn’t long before Wendy saw Dipper’s semen trickling down Pacifica’s perineum onto the bear carpet.
“Wow, that’s a huge creamp—Oh shit!”
Wendy quickly hid around the archway when she saw Dipper rolling off Pacifica, as Pacifica would be able to see her once the boy was out of the way. Wendy didn’t want to risk walking away and have them hear her footsteps now that they were seemly done having sex.
“My gosh.” She heard Pacifica giggle from the corridor. “Look at it leak! I’m overflowing! Where do you even keep all of this?”
“I honestly don’t know.” Dipper chuckled.
“It’s so much more than what I expected!” Pacifica made a pause. “Does Wendy have anything to do with it?”
“What? No. Not at all.” His voice cracked. “P-P-Pacifica, I thought only of you all the time!”
“Jeez, I’m going to have to teach you how to lie properly someday.” She said in a tone that Wendy was certain was accompanied with an eyeroll. “I promise I’m not mad, but… do you still love me?”
“Of course I do!”
“Heh. Okay, maybe I won’t teach you how to lie. I like it when I know you’re speaking the truth.” The sound of sloppy kissing reached Wendy on the corridor. “Let’s go for round two.”
It was at that moment that Wendy risked it and took another peek. She almost regretted it entirely, as Pacifica was topping and facing her direction, and the young naked girl didn’t catch Wendy only because her eyes were closed. The risk, however, had been completely worth it for Wendy. The sight had triggered a strong pull above her groin that she needed to address immediately.
The redhead lumberjane pressed her back against the wall and pulled one of her breasts out to pinch her nipple with one hand, while she slid the other under her skirt to touch herself. When she had to choke back a moan, she decided that the corridor was not the best place to finger herself to a wild voyeur orgasm, and that she should find a room, preferably one with a bed. She wondered where Pacifica’s bedroom would be. The horny teen took a sharp turn to the left to leave, but her leg ran into something in the dark that she had missed in her haste.
CRASH
“Oh, no…” Wendy stared at the probably very expensive vase that lay broken in a million pieces on the floor.
There was a yelp and some hurried footsteps, and then Pacifica showed up in the corridor.
“What did you do!?” Pacifica, completely naked and with Dipper’s seed trickling down her thigh, stared horrified at Wendy and the broken vase.
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