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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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27. Here Comes the Bride
The wedding was easier to arrange than Dipper thought it would be. The officiant, as he was called, was a minister in some wacky Internet church. He was also blind, and he made his living at conducting legal but offbeat weddings at three hundred dollars a pop. He even had a little chapel built onto his house. It seated about a dozen.
Since he couldn’t see anyway, he had no objection to Wendy’s wedding outfit: a headdress of yellow roses and a long, white filmy veil with a train. Thigh-high sheer white stockings and white mid-heel shoes. That was it. Other than that, she was starkers.
Tambry, her maid of honor, wore beige net stockings, a beige G-string, and pale pink pasties that didn’t fully cover her areolas. Pacifica, who was the ring-bearer, wore hot pink stockings, pink shoes, and two vibes inside her, one in her ass, one in her pussy.
The couple had decided to tell their parents later that they had been married in a private ceremony. The congregation agreed to keep the secret until Wendy and Dipper broke it. Nobody was weeping. Mabel and her roommate Eileen were sitting on either side of Bobby, who was still a little dazed at being a member of a permanent ffm threesome. Mabel and Eileen wore nothing at all, the more modest Bobby wore a pair of red undershorts especially chosen by Mabel, and his dick stood out of the fly as his two girls took turns stroking it.
The old bald guy conducting the wedding asked, “Does anybody here object to this man and this woman being joined in matrimony?”
Nobody did.
“All righty then,” he said. “Marriage is a partnership. Partnerships come in different forms. Some are a man and a woman, some a man and a man, some a woman and a woman, some a man and a woodpecker, some a group of gropers. Doesn’t matter. In this county a marriage is a marriage. It’s a commitment. Some of the people I’ve married have been committed within the next day, but never mind. First, do you two agree that your love will be deep, firm, and open? Wendy?”
“I promise my love will always be deep, firm, and open,” Wendy said as Paz writhed and squirted from the vibrators.
“Dipper?”
“My love will always go deep, be firm, and be open,” Dipper said just before Tambry gave him a soul kiss to nail down the “open” part.
“Do you have the rings?”
“Right here!” Tambry said.
“Dipper, take the ring that you have for Wendy.”
Tambry reached into her pussy and pulled the gold circle out. It was well-lubricated.
“Put the ring on the fourth finger of her left hand.”
Dipper slipped it on. She grabbed his hand and put his fingers in her mouth, sucking silently.
“Repeat after me: With this ring, I take you as my wife.”
Dipper repeated the words.
“Wendy, take the ring that you have for Dipper.”
Tambry produced the second ring from the same place.
“Put the ring on the fourth finger of his right hand.”
Wendy did. Dipper grabbed her hand and sucked her finger, which tasted of Tambry.
“Repeat after me: With this ring I take you as my husband.”
Wendy said the words. By now Tambry and Pacifica were kissing, and Paz had pulled the vibe from her pussy and was inserting it into Tam’s.
The old man continued, oblivious: “Wendy Corduroy, do you commit to loving your husband, cherishing him, and honoring him for the rest of your life?”
“I do,” Wendy said, her hand down the front of Dipper’s tux trousers. He’d rented one a little large for him for just such an occasion.
“Dipper Pines, do you commit to loving your wife, cherishing her, and honoring her for the rest of your life?”
“I do,” Dipper said, his hand massaging Wendy’s bare ass.
“Then with the power vested in me by the frankly weird-ass laws of Gravity Falls, I pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”
Dipper knelt and gave her a deep, hard, open kiss on her lower lips. She ground into him, moaning with pleasure.
“Go forth with my blessings,” the old man said. “That’ll be three hundred dollars.”
Dipper reached into the inner pocket of his tux jacket and produced an envelope fat with twenty twenty-dollar bills. “There’s also a tip inside for you,” he said. “Thank you. We’ll clean up.”
“Thank you, young man.” The minister tapped his way to the side door with his cane and paused to say, “I think I know what you’re doing. Enjoy! I’ll give you another half hour.”
Mabel, her roommate, and Bobby joined in with Pacifica and Tambry while Dipper and Wendy consecrated their marriage in their own way. Dipper had been working on it, and he was able to lift Wendy off the floor, slip her onto his cock, and hold her in the air as she locked her legs around him. It was a gentle love-making because he couldn’t exactly heave her up and down, but he moved and she moved and he whispered, “Do you like it like this?”
She said, “Fuck yeah!”
After a while they all got dressed, and as they had promised, they used spray cleaner and about two rolls of paper towels to clean up.
Tambry and Paz had surprised them with a special wedding present, a pair of first-class airline tickets to Hawaii. And Paz had even sprung for a classy white limo. Best of all, the back seat was shielded from the front with a privacy screen, and the back windows were heavily tinted. Their luggage had already been packed. “Two weeks in Hawaii!” Paz told them. “On Northwest Enterprises! You two be good. No, cancel that. Be bad. Screw your brains out!”
Since the ride to the airport took a few hours, Dipper and Wendy enjoyed each other in the spacious back seat. There was a mini-bar that had an expensive bottle of Vagin Savoureux champagne, imported from France. Dipper popped the cork. Wendy lay with her butt tilted way back and held her pussy open, and Dipper filled it and drank. Then, giggling, she poured some foaming wine over his dick and sipped it. Then they did each other simultaneously. In between, they alternated nipping from the bottle until the whole 750 milliliters of champagne was gone. It was a good ride.
But it wasn’t over yet. When they landed in Hawaii, they saw that arriving passengers were greeted by smiling girls in grass skirts who draped leis over the visitors’ heads. A voice called, “Pines couple, over here!”
“You!” Wendy said, laughing.
Tambry, dressed like a Hawaiian girl ready for a luau, put Wendy’s lei on her neck and then kissed her. Pacifica, similarly attired, lei’d Dipper. “We took a corporate jet and beat you here! Come on,” she said. “We’ve already arranged for your luggage to follow us!"
They took another limo to a marina, where Pacifica said, “Ta-da! Here’s your luxury yacht! It belongs to Northwest Enterprises, and the crew is discreet and won’t join in the sex unless invited. By the way, I’m Captain, Tambry is my first mate!”
The next morning they cruised to another island. Most mainlanders think that Hawaii is just four, maybe five islands, but there are a lot more. One is small, only about fifty-five square miles, and is privately owned by Northwest Enterprises. It has only about six buildings on it, including an ultramodern conference hotel (twenty rooms), its own water, electric, and satellite supplies, a private clothing-optional beach and absolute serenity. Though it has a different name on maps and charts, the Northwest company calls the island Paradise.
Paz gave Dipper and Wendy privacy aboard the yacht during the cruise to Paradise. Then they were all ferried from the yacht to a landing wharf (the harbor was a little too shallow for a wharfside docking), went to the hotel—only six employees, and they had their pick of rooms, because this was a private party for the boss.
Wendy wanted to go to the beach right away and asked Paz and Tambry to join them.
It was warm, but not too hot. The water was beautifully blue, the waves coming in but not surging. Mynah birds were gurgling in the trees. “You guys have been so great,” Wendy said.
“Yeah,” Dipper agreed. “Any time you want to join in the marriage or just visit for sex, we’d love to have you!”
“Let us pay you back,” Wendy said. “Tam, make a wish for something we could do and we’ll make it happen.”
“Well,” Tambry said with a lewd smile, “there’s one thing I always wanted to try but Dip’s been shy about it. Dipper, you need to pee?”
“I could do it,” he said.
She lay down on a beach towel. Of course she, like the others, was already naked, already greased up with reef-safe suntan lotion. Her dark skin gleamed in the Island sun. “Wendy, Paz, come hold me open. Dip, I want you to pee in my pussy!”
“Uh, you mean stick it in and—”
“No, dummy! I want you to stand a couple steps away and stream right into my hole! We may get a little piss on us, but we can rinse off in the ocean! And I’m dying to see how it feels.”
“Okay,” Dipper said. “But I can’t do it well on my knees. So how about lying on a beach chair instead?”
“Good idea!” Soon Tambry, clenching her bottom lip between her teeth in anticipation, lay sprawled back on a beach chair, a giggling Paz and Wendy kneeling beside her and stretching her pussy open wide.
“Fire away, hubby!” Wendy said.
Now, even in boys' rooms back in middle and high schools, Dipper had always been a bit pee-shy around others. But then Tambry had started holding his dick while he let fly, and he'd become used to she and the other girls looking on, so now—getting an erection while doing it gecause Wendy and Pacifica smiled so seductively at him as they stretched Tam's pussy lips wide open—he took careful aim and shot a hard, strong yellow stream. He was right on target, and Tambry gasped. “Gawd, yeah! It’s so hot! It feels incredible! Aw, it’s starting to tail off—get closer, Dip, and gimme the last spurts!”
He moved in and managed three quick squirts, strong as if he were cumming, right into her pussy, the jets making Tambry mewl. As soon as he'd finished, Paz stuck two fingers inside Tam, not apparently minding the urine lube, and with a couple of hard, fast strokes deep inside her, the dark-complexioned girl came with a lusty spray. “Aw, yeah!” she said, gasping. “That does not disappoint!”
They rinsed in the ocean.Then Dipper said, “Well, Paz, do you have any special requests?”
“I do,” she said. “I’m a girl who likes attention. We’ll have to arrange this a little bit. Wendy, you lie down on the beach chair. No, other way around, your head where your legs are. That’s right. Now I’m gonna crouch down and you’ll eat me. Ooh, lucky me! You’re so good at this. Dipper, you can guess what your job is. Lube up that dick of yours and fuck me up the ass. And Tam, you lube up your finger and massage Dip’s prostate while he fucks me. My remote-control vibe is in my beach bag there, so put that inside you so you won’t be left out.”
“Pussy?” Tambry asked, getting the vibrator.
“Pussy, ass, your call!” Paz panted, moaning. Dipper had just slipped inside her, and Wendy was enthusiastically licking her pussy.
Dipper never did find out where Tambry put the vibe, but he knew she put her finger up his butt. Wendy had done that now and then, but now, with Pacifica’s glorious ass cheeks against his thighs, Wendy smacking and sucking at Paz’s pussy down around his knees, and Tambry crooking her finger while also caressing his balls, he was a little distracted.
They all came, more or less at the same time, and as Wendy surfaced, her face shiny with Pacifica’s juices, to Dipper's surprise Tambry knelt to drink his cum straight from Pacifica’s butt.
Wendy beckoned him to move around and get close to her. “Got enough left for me?” He did, as usual, and she sucked it down and smacked her lips. Afterward they cleaned up neneat the beach shower, dried off, and went to have an enormous breakfast, Island style, on the hotel verandah.
There was an unfamiliar egg and beef dish called loco moco, and malasada donuts, Hawaiian French toast, berry smoothies, big glasses of OJ, and plenty of Kona coffee. All of it was served by tanned, beautiful, dark-haired girls, all of them completely nude—Preston Northwest had discovered that staffing the hotel that way guaranteed he could get great deals from foreign businessmen.
“You know what I’d like for dessert?” Tambry asked.
The waitress, who’d told them her name was Alanna, asked sweetly, “What?”
“You!” Tambry said.
“It’s my pleasure to serve you,” she said, dimpling with a wide smile. “Here at the table, or in bed?”
The two went off together. Dipper, Wendy, and Paz went to bed in the couple’s room. Paz said, “Any of the hotel girls will be happy to do anything you want, guys.” She sighed. “Wish I could stay the whole two weeks, but Tam and I have to fly back day after tomorrow. You guys enjoy the rest of your honeymoon. The yacht will take you wherever you want, the Big Island, Maui, Oahu, wherever. You’ve got gift credit cards on the ship that will take care of hotels, excursions, and any other expenses.”
“That’s so great of you!” Wendy exclaimed.
“We don’t know how to thank you enough,” Dipper said.
Paz touched his dick, soft at the moment. “Yes, you do!”
And a little later, as Paz and Wendy gave him a joint blow-job, kneeling with their asses toward him so he could finger-fuck them both at once, Dipper said, “Your dad named this island just right, Paz. This really is Paradise.”
And when he came, his new bride and the hottest blonde in Gravity Falls both together contentedly swallowed his cum.
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