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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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2. Bodies Change
As Wendy eagerly slurped and sucked, Dipper’s whole body tightened. Between clenched teeth, he groaned, “Wendy, you better move, I can’t hold it—”
“Uh-uh,” she grunted, swatting away his hand as he tried to gently push her head back. And then he shook as his dick shot three, four, five times, spurt after spurt jetting into Wendy’s mouth. She avidly gulped, but it was too much for her to swallow, and cum gushed from both corners of her mouth.
At last the flood stopped, and Dipper sprawled back on the sofa, gasping. “Are you okay?” he asked.
She sat back on the floor, grinning up at him, her chin glistening and dripping with oozy cum. She closed her lips and swallowed again, shutting her eyes and humming “Mmm. Wow,” she whispered. “I’ve never tasted anything like that.” She wiped her face with her hand—and then lapped up the pool of cum in her palm. “It’s yummy—oh, shit, though. It’s all over my top, too.”
“I’m sorry.”
She sighed, leaned forward again, and rested her cheek on his bare thigh as she caressed his softening dick. “Don’t be, it was wonderful. Except what time is it?”
“Uh,” he said, glancing up at the clock. “About 7:45. That clock says 7:41, but it’s always slow.”
“Damn it!” She got up and then settled on the sofa next to him, taking her phone from her pocket. She quickly punched in a number.
Dipper asked, “Who are—”
She held up a hand for silence. Then she said, “Rudy? Wen here. Listen, I woke up with a bug or something.” She winked at Dipper. “No, little fever and, you know, stomach things happening. Yeah, it’s going around. Listen, the MacElhenny contract’s on my desk in a green folder, they’ll be in at nine. You know the job, so sit down and review it with them and have them sign. And right after that, get the crew over to Bend to start ripping out the kitchen in that restaurant we’re renovating. Any calls, tell ‘em I’ll be in the office—” with her free hand, she reached over to give Dipper’s flaccid penis a friendly pat—“on Tuesday morning next week. You can handle everything until then, right? Yeah, I’ll check in this afternoon. Thanks, it’s just a bug.”
She hung up and said, “Dipper, we gotta talk. And I gotta wash my clothes. Look, it even dripped on my slacks.”
“Uh, sorry,” Dipper said. “I don’t really know what’s going on, but—”
She stood up and took off her blazer—“Shit, even got a few big blobs on this!”—and then she casually removed her green top and her bra.
He had reached for his jeans, but she stepped on them. “Uh--?” he asked.
“Not yet,” she told him. She stripped completely, then, naked, carried her clothes back to the washer and dryer. “Detergent still in the same place?”
“Yeah, on the shelf,” he said. He heard her close the machine and start the cycle.
She came back. “Lose the shirt,” she said. “You look ridiculous. Then let’s go upstairs and get in bed.”
They went upstairs, Dipper apologized for the mess the room was in, and she cheerfully said, “Shut up. Got some fresh sheets?”
They changed the bed, got a couple of blankets, and climbed between the sheets. “Wendy, I really didn’t mean to do that,” he said.
She playfully punched his shoulder. “Stop apologizing, Dip! Jesus, I loved that! And I gotta admit, normally I’m a spit-not-swallow person, but my God, that was so good! I want me some more of that.”
“I . . . don’t think I can,” Dipper said.
She stroked his penis and found it not quite up to her standard. “Yeah, I understand, that was kind of overpowering. So let’s lay here and rest a little and then see if you’re up for another round. But tell me how this started.”
With her snuggled against him, her smallish breast softly pushing against the side of his chest, he put an arm around her and told the story of the weird plant, the flower, and, he guessed, the spores. “The label on the door said it was called an Enhancing Fern, and it’s supposed to, uh, increase abilities, I guess. I tried to wash the stuff off, but I must’ve inhaled or swallowed some, and then early this morning I woke up with this enormous boner. I mean—it’s nearly twice as big as before.”
“Yeah,” she said. “I tried to deep-throat you, Tiger, but I could only get like seven inches in my mouth! And it’s so big around, too. Wow. So, uh, what are you gonna do about it?”
“I guess I’ll have to call gruncle Stanford,” he told her. “He may have some ideas. Do you feel okay? I mean, it didn’t make you nauseous or anything?”
“I feel great,” she said. “Real tired, but fantastic, like I’m on some drug. You?”
“I think I’m gonna be hungry again,” he admitted. “I mean, I came so much that, uh, I need to replace fluids, and I want protein.”
“Mm, I had a big old serving of that,” Wendy said. She nuzzled his face. “You still smell so damn sexy!”
“Must have changed my body chemistry,” Dipper said. “Pheromones?”
“Whatever, I like it.”
But she did seem tired, and at about nine she fell asleep, smiling. Dipper carefully eased out of bed, went downstairs to the main bathroom to pee, and then gathered up his clothes from the sofa. As he did, his phone, down in the jeans pocket, rang.
He fished it out and saw the call was from Mabel. He pushed the ACCEPT CALL icon. “Uh, hi?”
“Brobro!” Mabel said. “I just called to say check your email, dummy! I sent you an e-Valentine card!”
“Oh, uh,” he said. “Yeah, I haven’t, uh, had a chance—is it Valentine’s Day?”
“Of course it is, you knucklehead!” she said, laughing. And then she sounded apologetic: “Aw, I forgot, you don’t have a special Valentine. I’m sorry, Dipper. I didn’t mean to rip the bandage off your heart.”
“No, no, I—you know, staying here alone, I lose track. Happy Valentine’s Day to you, Sis. Hey, I’ll send you an e-card for Amozan.”
“Don’t make it big!” she said. “Nothing over, oh, fifty?”
“Okay,” he said.
“I miss you, Broseph,” Mabel said.
“Miss you, too, Sis.”
“Next chance I get, I’m gonna drive up there for like a long weekend. We get March ninth off, that’s a Monday, and I can cut out right after noon the Friday before. Will Soos and Melody be back then?”
“Uh, not until the first of April,” Dipper said.
“No fooling?” she asked, and then she giggled like an idiot. “See what I did there? Anyways, brother of mine, I can be in Gravity falls late that Friday night, and we’ll have Saturday and Sunday to get into mischief. Deal?”
“Yeah, I’d like that.”
“Put it on the calendar! March ninth will be Mabel Day!” She chatted a little more, catching him up on her classes and her boyfriends, and then she had to head off for her math class. They said their goodbyes.
Before climbing the stairs again, Dipper went to the fridge and drank nearly a quart of milk. That took the edge off his appetite. Then, with his clothes bundled up, he went back upstairs and quietly opened the door to the attic bedroom.
Wendy, her red hair spilling across the pillow, lay on her side, evidently still asleep. He dumped the clothes in the closet and the quietly crossed over and joined her.
She woke up and smiled sleepily at him. “Whoo, I needed a nap. Time is it now?”
“About ten,” he said.
“I’m hungry.”
“Well, it’s early, but I can rustle up some brunch,” he said.
She reached down. “Still soft, man. You’re letting your girl down!”
“Hey, I have a robe you can borrow if you want. Your clothes are probably ready for the dryer now.”
“Okay, okay, kick me out of bed.” But she hooked an arm around his neck and hauled him in for a passionate, lingering kiss. “Best Valentine’s Day ever,” she murmured.
“Same here,” Dipper said. “I—oh, gosh, Wendy, this is great, but you know—it isn’t real.”
“No? Did I just dream of sucking your dick?”
“No, that was real,” Dipper said. “But the feelings, you know, the pheromones and all, they came from the plant.”
“Anyhow, I’m glad you shared them with me,” she said. “Uh, Dipper?”
“What?”
“Could I, you know, sleep over tonight?”
His heart was pounding. “Sure, I’d love that. You know I would.”
“Okay, let’s get some brunch and then see how we feel. You sure you want me to wear anything?”
“Please,” he said. “I mean, I love you naked and all, but I couldn’t keep my mind on cooking.”
“Well,” she said with an exaggerated sigh, “a girl can dream!”
He pulled on a fresh pair of jeans and a tee shirt. They both stayed barefoot. Down in the kitchen, Dipper made an egg-and-cheese omelet big enough to share. Meanwhile Wendy put her stained clothes in the dryer and reported, “I think a spot treatment and a brush will save the blazer. That smells good! Not as good as you, but good!”
Like him, Wendy was craving milk, so they each had a big glass of that. “Have to go to the store,” Dipper said. “That finishes the gallon.” And as dessert, they each had a cup of strawberry yogurt.
They cleaned up, and she kept yawning. “Damn, I’m still so sleepy!”
“Tell you what,” Dipper said. “You go back up to bed, and I’ll walk into town, get my car, and do a little grocery shopping for the weekend.”
“You sure, man? It’s cold out.”
“I’ve made the walk when it was colder. I’ll be fine.”
“Uh, you don’t think you’ll have problems with things suddenly getting hard on you?”
“The cold weather will help with that,” he said.
He promised to check the dryer as soon as he got back. He made sure the gift-shop door was locked—nobody had ever broken into the Shack except Gideon once and he and Mabel that one time, but better safe than sorry—and set off for town.
It took him half an hour to walk it. He was pleased when his car started on the second try, and he stopped at the grocery store for another twenty minutes. He bought a couple of gallons of whole milk, a nice fillet of salmon, two thick steaks, some bread and eggs and cheese, little of this, little of that, and a heart-shaped box of chocolates.
He got back to the Shack after having been gone for only an hour and a bit. First he put away the cold stuff, and then he took Wendy’s clothes out of the dryer and hung up the slacks and top on a hanger. Both of them looked clean. Then he briefly went to the lab to send Mabel an e-mail gift certificate at Amozan for fifty dollars—that made a hole in his budget, but whatever—and finally, he took the chocolate upstairs.
Wendy woke up and stretched as he came in. “I so needed the nap, man! Didn’t hear you come in.”
“I tried to be quiet,” he said. “Here, this is for you. Happy Valentine’s Day.” He handed her the box of chocolates.
She sat up in bed, not bothering to cover her breasts. “Aw, dude! I didn’t get you anything!”
“Um,” he said. “I wouldn’t say that.”
She was sniffing again. “You’re giving off that aroma,” she purred.
“Am I?” It was true. He was warming up for another bout. He could feel his dick pulsing.
“Strip, man!”
Dipper peeled off his tee shirt and she sat on the edge of the bed and undid his jeans. She chuckled. “You went commando! Aw, yeah, man, you’re getting ready for Round Two!”
“Could I lie down?” he asked.
“Quick before I pounce!” she said. She threw back sheets and blankets and all but hauled him into bed. “Lay on your back, Dip. I want to see that impressive cock you’ve grown for me.”
She got beside him, kneeling on the bed, legs spread, letting him see all of her, her high, freckled breasts with their pink nipples already stiff, her trimmed red bush, and glistening through it her pussy. He reached over to stroke it. “You’re wet!” he said.
“Dripping,” she said. “God, look how big it’s getting! I really want to suck you off again, man! But if you’d rather, you can fuck me. What do you say?”
“I—” he started.
“Or we can do sixty-nine!” she announced gleefully. “You down with that?”
He could only nod. God, her face, neck, and upper chest were glowing pink!
“Me on top?” she asked.
“Y-yeah.”
“Here you are. Help yourself to a nice hot serving of Wendy pie!’
She lowered her pussy over him, he reached to grasp her hips, he pulled her down, and he started to lick.
At the same time he felt her open her lips and start to tease the head of his dick.
Weird, but after about fifteen seconds of his licking, she bucked her hips, squeezed him with both thighs, drew her mouth away from him and groaned, “God, I’m cumming already!”
And she . . . gushed. Dipper couldn’t catch and swallow it all, but the hot liquid almost fizzed on his tongue. Wendy had eagerly plunged back down on his dick, taking as much of it as she could into her mouth and sucking it, bobbing her head. He felt her caress his balls and tried to eat her out again, but once more she grunted “Uh-uh!” A moment later, she broke away and gasped, “I’m too sensitive now! Just cum in my mouth, man!”
He concentrated on her. His hips had started to move involuntarily, and before he knew it, he was face-fucking her. She made slurpy, happy sounds, smacking and humming and bobbing faster and faster. He felt his dick twitch and she must have sensed it, too, because she suddenly stopped with half his dick in her mouth, her fingers playing on his shaft, her other hand cupping and gently squeezing his balls—
And then he came in powerful gushes again. He could feel his own hot cum spilling from the corners of her over-filled mouth, onto his balls and thighs. She swallowed greedily, and when the last jets had spurted, she swung off him, reversed, and then cleaned him, nibbling drops from his pubic hair, licking his whole dick, lapping at small spills on his belly and thighs, and swallowing every bit.
“So good,” she moaned. She moved over him again, her breasts hanging. “Wanna suck my tits a little, Dip? I like that. And they feel all tingly.”
Dipper worked them, pinching and tweaking one nipple while he sucked at the other. They were both engorged, and she moaned as he teased them. “Oh, my God, I think I’m gonna cum just from—yeahh!”
Finally they collapsed next to each other, both of them breathing heavy. “That was fantastic,” Dipper said.
“Oh, my God, I’ve never felt so good,” Wendy replied, momentarily covering her face with both hands. Then she kissed his cheek. “Dip, I gotta say, you eat pussy like a pro.”
“Uh,” he muttered. “That—uh, that was actually my first time. It must be you.”
“Huh. Well, I’ve had it done to me by girls and guys, and man, you’re the best at it. Hey, open the candy?”
They unwrapped it. There were about two dozen pieces in the big red box. “There’s a map on the inside of the lid,” Dipper said.
“Vanilla crèmes?” she asked.
“Uh, yeah . . . here’s one.”
“What’s your favorite?” she asked.
“Me? I like coconut.”
“Got one?”
“Yes, here.”
Wendy leaned back and—smashed the vanilla crème on the head and shaft of Dipper’s cock. “Best way to eat ‘em,” she said. She licked it all up, though Dipper couldn’t muster another hard-on just yet. Then she came in for a chocolate-flavored kiss. “You want your coconut bonbon now?” She took it from him.
He expected her to pop it into his mouth. Instead, she leaned way back spread her legs, and slipped it into her still-gleaming pussy. “Come and get it,” she challenged.
He did. And while he was at it, she came again with a yelp. “Ahh, I fucking love, you, man!”
Dipper, his lips smeared with chocolate and her juices, said, “I’ve always—”
“Gotta clean that up.” She licked his lips and cheeks like an eager puppy. Then she murmured, “You don’t have to say it, Dipper. I know what you mean.”
“But I do love you,” he told her.
Afterward, lying stretched on top of him, Wendy said into his ear, “Dipper, whatever you did, whatever is wrong with us—please don’t fix it yet!”
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