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Changes for the pleasure	By : Volkodlac Category: +G through L > Gravity Falls Views: 28689 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Waitress: “I trust you had a good evening Miss Northwest, I hope you considered that tip I asked for?”

The black waitress girl offers Pacifica a hand to help her out of the limo. Pacifica takes the girls hand as she climbs out of the limo. Pacifica, with an annoyed but smug tone, tells the girl that it depends on how well she cleans the limo.

Pacifica: “Not yet. But, do a good job cleaning up the limo and I might let you watch.”

Wendy watched as Pacifica just walked past the girl as if she wasn’t wearing a waitress uniform. Pacifica said she had planned everything about her and Dippers shotgun date, but to actually have had control of who served them was crazy. Dipper gives a slight chuckle at Wendy’s reaction to their former waitress now door woman as he got out of the limo.

As Dipper makes his way out of the limo the waitress girl grabs his arm with both of her hands. Pretending to help him out when really she was just feeling his biceps. And once Dipper was standing up the girl had gotten in real close to his chest, placing both her hand on his waist. She asking if there was anything else she could do for him.

Waitress: “Is there anything else you need, or want? You know it’s my job to fulfill all your desires. All of them”

The girl ended her statement very seductively, and reaching one of her hands around to grab Dipper’s ass, and the other to cop a feel of his dick through his pants. And out of nowhere she was striked on her ass so hard it caused her to yelp and jump away from Dipper.

SMACK

Waitress: “Aaaahhhhhh!!!”

She cupped her ass checks and turned to see Pacifica holding a collapsible riding crop. But it wasn’t any normal riding crop, it had three skin four inch leather straps on the end of it, giving it a similar function as to a whip as well as a riding crop.

Wendy seeing all this happen as she gets out of the limo suddenly remembers where she has seen this girl. It was one of Pacifica’s old “friends” from back when she was a rich brat….more of a rich brat. if Wendy remembered correctly this girl was Tiffany, or “Tiff” as Pacifica used to call her. And there was another girl that use to be in Pacifica’s clique that Wendy had yet to see again. Or at least she thought, not quite sure if the second girl had been another spy controlling her and Dipper’s date.

Pacifica, now seeing that the limo is empty snaps at Tiffany to start cleaning.

Pacifica: “If you want that tip, I suggest you get to cleaning slut!” SMACK

Pacifica emphasized the end of her sentence by giving Tiffany another good smack on the ass with her riding crop whip. This put Dipper into action, coming up to Pacifica and pushing her hand with the crop down to her side and giving her a kiss. They start talking about Pacifica’s behavior towards her old friend.

Dipper: “Hey, if that’s how you treat an old friend then how are you going to be with Wendy?”

Pacifica: “First off, she was originally friends with me for my money. And I’m fine with that. But now I’m not sure what she wants more, my money or my man. She’s not my friend any more, now she’s my bitch.” SMACK

Pacifica gives Tiffany another spank with her crop, Tiffany’s ass now visibly slightly red. Pacifica shoves Tiffany with her boot into the limo to start cleaning

Dipper: “Look, I get it. You don’t have to be the nicest to her, but maybe give her a reward every now and then for a job well done.”

Pacifica: “I am being nice to her, I’m letting her clean up our little mess however she wants. She can do whatever she wants with it, so long as she gets it out of the seats and floor. I mean look how hard she is working to get out those stains.”

Dipper and Wendy turn around and see Tiffany on her hands and knees. Licking up the small cum strands, that must have dripped off of Wendy’s face from earlier, off the seats and floors.

Dipper: “Well, I guess that is more of a reward for her. Ok, I take back what I said. You doing just fine.”

Pacifica: “Great, than let's get going. I want give Wendy the tour while you get everything ready.”

As Pacifica says that, she closes the door to the limo and slaps the top of the roof. The driver slowly starts to drive the limo into the extremely large garage and Pacifica collapses her riding crop/whip and shoved it back into her right boot. Wendy saw for a very brief second before it was blocked by the limo, the side door of a white BMW with blue highlights.

Pacifica: Alright Boo, you go get ready. I’m thinking twelve by two, with a spray of downpour. And while your doing that and setting up the room, I’ll show Wendy just how over her head she is.”

Dipper raises his eyebrow towards Pacifica.

Dipper: “Downpour, really? You must really want to see her faint.”

Pacifica: “Fucking yes! It’s my favorite part, and she hasn’t done it once! She came close while you were plowing her on the hood of your car, but she didn’t and I… I just need this.”

Wendy: “You know I’m still here right?”

Pacifica walks behind Wendy and runs her hands up from thighs, and hips as she cheekily responds to Wendy’s rhetorical question.

Pacifica: “What, are you saying you don’t want Dipper to fuck you so hard you pass out from the pleasure?”

By the end of it Pacifica has her hands on Wendy’s tits, and giving them a slight squeeze to emphasize “pleasure.”

Wendy: “....no, it’s not that it’s...it’s just….”

Dipper: “I don’t think it’s that she doesn’t want to try, I think she doesn’t like us talking about her like she’s not right in front of us.”

Pacifica: “Didn’t I tell you to go get ready?”

Dipper: “Alright, alright I’m going.”

Dipper says as he walks up the stairs and into the manor. After Dipper leaves Pacifica finally took her hands off of Wendy’s breasts and walked back in front of her, she looks Wendy up and down before giving a sigh.

Pacifica: “Alright, what is it now? And don’t play dumb, Dipper knows all your tells and I know all his. I could tell he knew something was still bothering you so just spit it out now.”

Wendy just looked at Pacifica with wide eyes, complete caught off guard by Pacifica’s sudden turn from seductive to an annoyed concern for her. She was a little (lot) nervous about her and Dipper getting it on in side of Pacifica’s house. What if her parents were home, what if rumors started spreading, what if she got pregnant. Dipper had already came in her and if he did so twice, with as much as he shot, she almost certainly get pregnant. But oddly enough, the question going through Wendy’s head the most often was what the fuck did Pacifica mean by Downpour?

Pacifica: “Today.”

Wendy: “Uhm, well first I, guess. Dipper came inside me, and not that I don’t want his kid, it’s just I don’t think I’m ready to be a mother. I’m still in college, and I’m a terrible role model. I can’t take care of a kid, and what if th….”

Pacifica put a hand over Wendy’s mouth stopping her before her rant went on too long.

Pacifica: “Look, don’t worry about it. I have these special morning after pills that are one hundred percent guaranteed to work. I only let Dipper cum inside and I don’t want a kid any time soon either, so stop worrying about it and let’s get the tour started.”

Wendy had about a million other questions but Pacifica had already started walking up the stairs to the door. Wendy rushed to catch up to Pacifica and asked a question more about her manor, considering that Pacifica was about to give a tour of it.

Wendy: “How did you make enough money to buy a whole new mansion?”

Pacifica: “Well, to make a long story short. My mom divorced my dad, and after words she got sixty percent of everything. And about one hundred twenty thousand dollars, which I was able to turn into nearly two million through investments in the stock market. Dipper helped too.”

Pacifica gives a sly smile as she brought up Dippers contribution.

Pacifica: “But any way, the tour.”

Pacifica proceeded to give a “tour” of her new Mansion. Though is was mostly her giving a one sentence of a room and then a five minute description of all the times and ways Dipper has fucked her in each room. She even showed Wendy five secret rooms she had made just so she and Dipper could sneak off and have a quickie when they have guests over.

To be honest, it got was kinda turning Wendy on. Hearing all the ways Dipper had fucked Pacifica on every chair, couch, tabel, and even on the stairs of all places. Guess Pacifica just couldn’t wait long enough to do it literally anywhere else more comfortable. Wendy couldn’t help but think of her self in Pacifica’s place during her stories. Wendy’s favorite story was when Dipper had fucked Pacifica on a bear skin rug in front of a light fireplace, picturing herself in place of Pacifica. Wendy didn’t notice it, but there was now a small wet spot on the crotch of her jeans.

The tour had lasted about an hour and the girls had just made it to the end of a hallway intersection leading left and right. They had come up the center hallway and turned right earlier and where now coming back after Pacifica showed Wendy the fifth guest bedroom with a full bathroom. And of course Dipper had fucked Pacifica six ways from sunday on everything from the bed to the toilet.

They were about to continue back down the hallway when Pacifica stopped in the middle of the intersection. Pacifica walked up to the wall then looked back to Wendy with a smirk on her face.

Pacifica: “Now comes the best part, my favorite room.”

Wendy gave a confused look before realizing that it must be another secret room. And by Pacifica’s expresion, it was probably a room she and Dipper used often, or for the more erotic, even kinkier stuff.

Wendy wasn’t not surprised, but she was definitely expecting more than the frames of clothing that awaited her in this room. It was a more like a long corridor with all sorts of underwear, bras, and outfits lining the walls and in display cases. There were tens of bras and panties, some coming in a set and some on their own. There was even a mannequin wearing a fancy, obviously very expensive, aqua dress in one of the display cases, and another mannequin wearing a Gravity Falls High cheerleading uniform in the display case right next to it. The cheerleading uniform had six pairs of pantis and bras circling it in a hexigonal shape.

It wasn’t until after Wendy had done a full scan of the museum esque room that she noticed that the mannequin wearing the skimpy french maid outfit in the back was actually a girl. The girl was standing next to a full body tri fold mirror with a rack of lingerie, a shelfs worth of makeup products, and a second shelf with some sort of weird plastic sports bra looking device. Before Wendy could notice anything else, or anymore details about the plastic sports bra, Wendy was pulled away by Pacifica as she starting to explain the reason for the room.

Pacifica: “This is a collection of the panties, bras, and whatever else I thought would be sexy to keep, from the girls Dipper fucked stupid. Or at least submissive enough to give them up. A lot of ladies have left Dipper without the underwear they had on when they met him. Dipper didn’t like it at first but now he just lets me build up his collection for him.”

Wendy: “Why does Dipper’s collection have a set of dildos in it? And that strap on with a dick almost as big as Dipper’s? Is he into that kind of thing?”

Wendy points to some shelves in the corner opposite of the maid, mirror and other supplies. The shelves were, as stated by Wendy, full of dildos, strap on’s, but plugs, and other toys that Wendy had never even seen before.

Pacifica: “No, those are mine. He doesn’t mind me using toys, for myself or on other girls. But he prefers to, and I quote, “have a more hands, tongue, and dick on experience” end quote.”

Wendy: “Oh, ok. So what about the rest of this stuff, why do some get their own frame or display case, while others get folded and placed together in a single frame?”

Pacifica: “Those are more special, there is something more kinky, sexy, or hot to the story behind them.”

Pacifica motions to the fancy aqua dress, noticing how Wendy had been focusing on it the most.

Pacifica: “Like this dress, the girl had come knowing fully well what she was getting in to. That’s why she came without any underwear, so I made her leave without it.”

Wendy: “You made her leave naked?! I thought Dipper kept you on a leash so you don’t do stuff like that?”

Pacifica: “Ok, two things. One, not completely naked. I gave her one of my old fur coats to cover up, as best she could at least. And two, Dipper doesn’t keep me on a leash. If I want to do something there is nothing Dipper can do to stop me.”

Wendy: “....”

Wendy gives Pacifica a knowing smirk and doesn’t say a word more.

Pacifica: “Fuck you!”

Wendy: “Well what about these?”

Wendy distracted Pacifica by returning to the collection that Pacifica was obviously very pleased with. Pacifica dived back in to explaining all the stories behind the collection pieces. The two panties that belonged to two billionaires that Dipper had fucked. The very fancy deep violet thong that belonged to a princess, though which Pacifica won’t say. The set of six panties and bras collected from the time Dipper banged the entire cheer squad.

Wendy was surprised the school had formed a cheer squad. Gravity Falls High School was so small they barely had enough kids to have a baseball and football team, and even then the entire baseball team were kids who were already on the football team. Pacifica had gotten six other girls to agree to joining and started it herself, so of course she’d be the cheer captain.

As Pacifica continued on with the tour of Dipper’s conquests, Wendy had noticed a set of frames apart from the rest. They had gold plaques under them and spotlights pointed at them. There were three set up, one containing a purple g-string thong, a white and mint green striped pair of panties, and oddly enough, the third frame was empty. Wendy interupted Pacifica mid speech about how Dipper fucked the C.E.O. of a fortune 500 company into such a stupor that she agreed to sign over %53 of her company for regular meetings with Dipper.

Wendy: “What about these three? Why is that one empty?”

Pacifica: “I’m so glad you asked actually. The purple g-string is from the time Dipper lost his virginity, it’s also mine. The striped one is from the first girl that had a crush on Dipper. And this last one is the first girl Dipper had a crush on.”

And as Pacifica was talking about the first two frames, she was taking down the empty one and pulled something out of her pocket. It wasn’t until Pacifica had started talking about the third frame that she put it up. That was when Wendy saw it, her teal flannel panties. Wendy was honored, slightly turned on, and embarrassed all in one.

Wendy couldn’t help but think of the worst. She knew Pacifica wasn’t the same evil, conniving, rich bitch from four years ago, but Pacifica did say that it was because of Dipper she had made so much money. She couldn’t help but think about the idea of Pacifica using all this as blackmail against the people that Dipper had fucked. Would Pacifica use it to blackmail her too?

Wendy: “So do you use this to like, blackmail them or something into giving you money or keeping them under your thumb?”

Pacifica looked back at Wendy, and seeing the slight worry on her face shoot back immediately.

Pacifica: “No, no. Dipper doesn’t let me blackmail anyone anymore. Not ever since he helped me blackmail my dad.”

Wendy: “WAIT, WHAT!?!? Dipper fucked your dad, and you blackmailed him with it?!?!”

Pacifica: “WHAT? HELL NO! I caught my dad cheating on my mom with the wife of one of his friends. I got video of it and blackmailed him for the money, and to leave my mom. Dipper helped me find out that my dad was cheating. He really is good at solving mysteries, all we’re missing is a van and we could start our own Mystery Incorporated.”

Wendy: “Hahaha, what?”

Pacifica and Wendy have a good laugh over Pacifica’s joke and Wendy’s misunderstanding.

Pacifica continues on with the tour, going over all the sexiest moments of Dipper’s sexual adventures. In the one year Wendy had been at college Dipper had plowed through every type of political and business woman. Every rank from intern up to the CEO, from baroness to princess. He had a sea of women under his belt, or in this case in his pants. And a large number of them are even willing to trade political or monetary power for a second round.

Though a few things didn’t match up. How did Dipper fucking the cheer squad do anything for Pacifica. Or Dipper fucking a girl in a corn maze, or on a romantic log ride, or in an upside down house, or some stuck up girl in...A BALL OF YARN?! Wendy just didn’t see how Pacifica benefited from those. Wendy just had to ask.

Wendy: “Hey, you said Dipper only slept with women for your personal gain, right?”

Pacifica: “Yes…? Why?”

Wendy: “I was just curious, like, what did you gain from the cheer squad, or the corn maze girl, or log world girl, or that Emma sue girl, or th-”

Pacifica: “Fucking ok! I get it. I don’t get anything from it, I just think it’s hot. Happy now?”

Wendy: “You think it’s hot? How? Not judging you or anything, just, curious is all.”

Pacifica: “Well, I mean. I just love the idea of Dipper being this sexy, hot, studly piece of man meat that every girl just falls for, and he goes through them like tissues. And above it all is me. The one girl, uh, sorry, one of two girls that has him wrapped around my finger, begging me for more, and one that he actually loves.”

Wendy: “Dipper begs you for more?”

Pacifica: “I wish. I can last about six rounds, Dipper can go for around nine on average. And that’s if he doesn’t use his homemade viagra.”

Wendy: “Wow, that’s incredible, kinda hot too. But don’t worry, with the two of us, we’ll have Dipper begging us to stop.”

Pacifica: “Oh, that reminds me. We never made it to the back.”

Wendy looked to the back and was reminded about the maid that was still standing there. Not even looking at them, just standing there faced forward. There was also the tri fold full body mirror, weird plastic sports bra, and shelves of tools and toys. Wendy’s original curiosity was sparked again, who was this maid and what was up with the sports bra?

As Pacifica lead Wendy to the back, she started taking of her purple jacket. Seeing this the maid approached and took the jacket from her when Pacifica handed it to her. As Wendy was closer, she could now better see who the maid was. The maid looked very familiar again, just like the waitress. But having already found out the waitress from earlier was Pacifica’s old friend Tiffany, it immediately click for Wendy that this was Pacifica’s other old friend. Who was also named Tiphannie, but spelled different.

Pacifica: “This bra is one of Dipper’s special inventions. One he made for me, but it can be used by any woman.”

Pacifica continued walking towards the shelf as she dropped her strapless dress, again. Pacifica walked up to the mirror and stopped, admiring herself in all her naked glory. She then walked over to the shelf with the plastic bra and grabbed it off the shelf. Fiddling with the knob on the back before putting it on and turning to Wendy.

Pacifica: “He made it using those special size changing crystals. Cut extremely small and precisely to cause growing and shrinking that still perfectly fits the wearers chest.”

Wendy: “So he made a bra that grows or shrinks to fit whoever is wearing it?”

Pacifica: “Nope. The bra does change size, but it’s not the one growing or shrinking.”

As Pacifica finished her sentence the bra started up. Squeezing Pacifica’s chest tight as to make sure no light escaped and accidentally grew or shrinked other parts of her body. The bra slowly started expanding, the plates sliding over each other as Pacifica’s tits started getting bigger. Or that was Wendy’s guess since Pacifica’s tits were completely covered by the bra.

By the time the bra stopped it was now an F (DDD) cup. Pacifica pressed a button on the back causing the whole thing to expand a little more, allowing her to take it off. Pacifica now had a huge pair of F cup breasts.

Wendy: “Holy shit! That’s awesome!”

Pacifica: “Want to give it a try?”

Pacifica walked up to Wendy and offered her the plastic bra. Wendy didn’t hesitate to take the bra and throw her clothes off, trying to put the bra on. Pacifica chuckled as she helped Wendy get it on right. Wendy was by no means self conscious about herself, but she’d be damned if she wasn’t going to get big enough tits to completely wrap around Dipper’s dick. She had no reason not to do it, and you don’t look a gift horse in the mouth.

The bra squeezed down on Wendy as it collapsed to match her bust. It started up just the same for her as it did for Pacifica. Wendy could feel her tits getting bigger as well as feel the extra weight on her shoulders and back. When the bra finally stop Wendy had F cup breast just like Pacifica. The only problem was that she felt like she was going to fall forward. Wendy didn’t know how changing her breast size would change her center of mass, and she wasn’t use to having to compensate so much for it. Pacifica could tell that Wendy was having trouble and suggested taking it easy and go slower.

Pacifica: “You obviously aren’t use to this size. Let's set you up with a D cup and when you get use to that well bump you up another size. And we’ll stop when you find the size you like.”

Wendy: “That sounds pretty smart actually. Man these things are heavy, how do you walk around with them all day?”

Pacifica: “Don’t worry you get use to it eventually.”

Pacifica reset the bra for D cup and started it up. As the bra started up again, only this time getting smaller, Wendy asked Pacifica a couple of questions.

Wendy: “Who knows about this? Any of this?”

Pacifica: “Well, every girl in town knows how good Dipper is, but that’s through tales told by the few that have actually got a taste. Obviously Tiff and Annie know about this stuff.”

Wendy: “Who?”

Pacifica: “Tiffany and Tiphannie. It’s hard to keep calling them the same name so I call Tiffany, the waitress, Tiff. And Tiphannie, that sexy little maid there, is Annie. But after them, the only other person that knows about all of this would be Mabel.”

Wendy: “Oh, well that explains why her and your tits got so big in just a year.”

Pacifica: “As much as I hate to say it, she’s all natural. Her boobs are just that big.”

Wendy: “Oh. Does Dipper have one of these for his dick. Is that why he’s so big.”

Pacifica: “Well, yes and no. He does have one, but he was always big. Even without it he was a thick, eight and a half to nine inches big.”

The bra had finished shrinking Wendy’s breasts down to a firm and full D cup. As they took the bra off of Wendy the maid brought the rack of lingerie, and picked up Pacifica’s dress. Pacifica shuffled through the different types of sexy underwear picking out four.

Wendy was surprised with how many sets of lingerie Pacifica had, little did Wendy know that these were just the ones that Dipper like the most. Pacifica had a whole other walk in closet for the others, these were just for special occasions.

Pacifica let Wendy choose which one she wanted to wear to show off her new tits. Wendy ended up choosing a dark green bra that perfectly cupped the bottom of her breasts and barely covered her nipples, and matching panties that showed just the edge of her red bush. Pacifica choose a light pink bra that showed plenty of side boob, as well as light pink panties with garter belt and stockings.

Pacifica handed the other two to Annie and told her to bring one to Tiff. Annie took both sets of lingerie and examined them, as if deciding which she would wear, before bowing to Pacifica and walking off. Pacifica walked up to the tri fold mirror behind Wendy as they both admired their appearance.

Pacifica: “God we look sexy as fuck. Dipper won’t be able to get enough of us.”

Wendy: “Hope we haven’t kept him waiting too long.”

Pacifica: “Oh trust me, he’ll think it was worth the wait. Lets go.”

Pacifica pushed on the edge of the mirror as it clicked and pushed back. Opening up to reveal a huge master bedroom, easily the size of a tennis court, and an Alaska king size bed (9’x9’) surrounded by rose petals. Dipper lay in the center of the bed in nothing but his boxers, boxers so tight and form fitting it left nothing to the imagination.

START OF LEMON

Pacifica lead Wendy by the hand, seeing as how she was still staring at Dipper’s eight inch bulge, up to the bed. Dipper scooted to the edge of the bed and switched to a sitting position as he too stared at Pacifica and Wendy’s sexy underwear. His bulge getting bigger and his boxers getting tighter.

Pacifica walked up between Dippers legs, leaving Wendy a few feet behind to watch, and squatted down. Pacifica’s head now at level with Dipper’s crotch, started rubbing his dick through his boxers with one hand and placing the other on Dipper’s thigh for balance. Every few strokes Pacifica would give a squeeze to his shaft and a small peck on Dipper’s head. Pacifica kept doing this until Dippers Dick was so hard and long his head was poking three inches out past the legs of his boxers. And was threatening to rip them apart.

It was then that Tiff and Annie walked into the room, Tiff wearing a black buster and thong, and Annie in a red gown that cut off just low enough to block her pussy. They walked over to the bed, passing Wendy on the way. As they crawl onto the bed they wrapped their arms around Dipper and pull him into a reclined position. Pacifica, still playing with Dipper’s massive dick through his boxers, yells at them to back off.

Pacifica: “Hey, sluts, back off. I have first dibs and you don’t touch him till I’ve had my fill. Don’t think just because I’m going easy for Wendy’s sake, that you two get special privileges.”

After Pacifica shooed the two girls away from Dipper got back to his dick. Deciding she had done enough teasing and foreplay, Pacifica pulled down Dippers boxers. Having done it enough time, Pacifica knew exactly how close to have her head to Dipper’s crotch so that. While she wouldn’t get hit by the upswing of his cock, she was close enough that she could stick her tongue out and catch his head on the downswing. And that is precisely what she did, and shoving her head down Dipper’s dick the second she felt him hit her tongue.

Wendy was impressed when Pacifica had managed to force Dipper’s dick down her throat in the limo. But watching Pacifica swallow Dipper entirely in under a second destroyed Wendy’s understanding of what the gag reflex was and how it’s supposed to work. And needless to say her dark green panties were even darker now and dripping.

Pacifica wasn’t putting on a show this time so she went full blast, or suck in this case, on Dipper’s cock. Sucking Dipper so hard he could cum already if he let himself. And just for good measure, to make sure that Dipper was ready to cum, Pacifica gave Dipper’s balls a nice tight squeeze.

Dipper knew what Pacifica was planing, and was near ready to cumming and gave Pacifica a tap on the head to let her know that he was ready. Pacifica frees Dipper from her mouth and turns to Wendy.

Pacifica: “You want to come give this a second try.”

Wendy: “What? You mean me trying to blow Dipper? That didn’t work so well last time I tried.”

Pacifica: “Don’t worry, I’ll help you. Oh and put this on, it will help for recording growth. Hehe.”

Pacifica hands Wendy a tube of light green lipstick. Wendy looked confused and nervous, she had never really worn lipstick. She had never really worn makeup, not like Tamby at least. She had used a little here and there to hide the occasional zit, or for important pictures. But oddly enough never lipstick.

Wendy: “I’ve never actually used lipstick before. I don’t really do makeup. The closest to lipstick I’ve gotten is chapstick.”

Pacifica: “Ugh. Come here, I’ll help you.”

Wendy walked over and crouched down next to Pacifica. Pacifica grabbed Wendy’s face with one hand and put the lipstick on her lips. Pacifica made sure to let Wendy know that putting on makeup properly was not this simple, but for their purpose was good enough. Now with the lipstick applied, Pacifica continued her little lesson with Wendy.

Wendy: “You know, this isn’t my first time right? I know how to give a blowjob.”

Pacifica: “Could've fooled me with that performance earlier.”

Dipper: “Pacifica, You know how hard it was for you to get use to my size. Give her a break.”

Pacifica: “I’m just teasing her. Alright Wendy, just do what you normally do, and when your ready to try and take more of him, I’ll help you.”

As Wendy got to work, she noticed that Dipper’s dick was skinnier. He was still thick as fuck, but not as thick as he was earlier that night. Suddenly Wendy remembered Pacifica’s comment from earlier. “Twelve by two”. Was that what Dipper had changed his dick to. Wendy looked him up and down and by eyeing it, it looked to be true. Dipper was longer than during the limo ride and noticeably not as thick, again, while still being very thick.

Wendy starts like she did before, jacking Dipper off and giving small licks up and down his dick. And when she started using her breast, it was noticeable how her larger tits wrapped more around Dippers dick. Her confidence in herself sky rocketed by Dippers grants and mumbling about how good she was. A light “fuck” or “Oh yeah” every now and then as she increased her speed and pressure.

Wendy, deciding to use the skills she had started working on earlier, stopped using her tits and went down to start playing with Dippers balls. Dipper very much enjoyed it, moaning Wendy’s name and begging her to keep going. After a few minutes of Wendy rapidly jacking Dipper off as she licked and sucked on his balls, Pacifica cut in.

Pacifica: “He’s close. And you technically haven’t given him a blowjob, just a tit and handjob.”

Pacifica gives a small smirk, and Wendy releases Dipper’s balls with a slight pop as she responds.

Wendy: “POP. Alright, but I don’t think I can take all of him.”

Pacifica: “Don’t worry. I have a way to help you with that.”

Pacifica smirks a little as she says this.

Wendy puts her lips around Dipper’s head, it was much easier now that it wasn’t the size of a tennis ball. He was still thick as fuck, but now it was possible for Wendy to get it in her mouth without dislocating her jaw.

Wendy started sucking on the first three inches of Dipper’s massive cock, and she had to slightly force it in. Wendy was baffled by how Pacifica managed to take all of him when he was a half inch thicker. But, for some reason he tasted amazing and understood why Pacifica would push herself to take all of him. The further she went the better he tasted, she managed to get another three quarters of an inch in.

Then when she had to breath Wendy would do so through her nose, and holy shit did Dipper’s musk make her all the more horny. Wendy was moist when she started sucking, but after she got a sniff of Dipper her panties were so wet they were literally dripping. It didn’t help when Pacifica started rubbing Wendy’s pussy through her sticky, wet panties.

Pacifica: “Taste pretty good huh, and the smell is even better right. I can tell you, that isn’t just good hygiene.”

Wendy moans around Dipper’s dick, which causes Dipper to moan in turn from the vibrations.

Dipper: “Oooooohhhh. Wendy I’m getting close.”

Pacifica: “God Dipper, I wanted go easy on her not just give her your cum shot.”

Dipper: “Sorry Pacifica. Uh, I can’t stop it, I’ve already let go.”

Pacifica: “Crap. Alright Wendy, you’re getting the crash course. Just relax your throat and take a big swallow of your spit.”

Wendy, while confused, did what pacifica told her. She relaxed her throat and built up a decent amount of spit in her mouth before swallowing. Pacifica put a hand on the top of Wendy’s head right as she was about to swallow. But it wasn’t until it was too late that Wendy realized what was going to happen, she had already started swallowing.

Pacifica pushed Wendy’s head the rest of the way down Dipper’s dick, shoving the remaining eight inches down Wendy’s throat. Wendy’s eyes went wide as her face was suddenly in Dipper’s crotch, and her nose getting a whiff of Dipper’s smell. Wendy was conflicted between suddenly having the biggest dick she’s ever had forced down her unprepared throat, and having her nose filled with Dipper’s scent getting her all the more horny.

What happened next helped Wendy figure out how she felt about it. Dipper placed his hands on Wendy’s head holding her there and shouted.

Dipper: “OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH! WEEEEEENNNDDYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!”

Dipper came down Wendy’s throat, and like every time earlier that night, it was huge and long. Dipper held Wendy there for around forty seconds as he shot load after load of his thick cum down her throat. The first shot, Wendy could feel Dipper’s dick pulse as the load traveled down his cock. The second shot, Wendy fell in love with Dipper’s dick all over again and could feel the strands going down her throat to her stomach. And for the third through tenth shot Wendy had her hands in Dipper’s boxers, grabbing his ass to pull his dick as deep down her throat as possible.

When Dipper finally stopped cumming and took his hands off Wendy’s head, she brought herself up enough to started sucking Dipper’s dick again. Wendy was sucking every drop of cum out Dipper’s cock, she didn’t want to let any go to waste. After Wendy let go of Dipper’s dick, Pacifica pushed her out of the way as she pulled her panties off.

Pacifica: “Good, now that we got the first shot out of the way you should hopefully last a LOT longer.”

Wendy: “First shot? What about the two earlier tonight?”

Pacifica: “I told Dipper to take a viagra once we got back so he could last all night. I wasn’t sure how many times he would cum before we got back so I planed on the safe side.”

Pacifica lines up Dipper’s cock with her pussy and immediately drops down taking him completely in one go. Wendy watches as Pacifica’s torso starts bulging, Dipper starts groaning and wraps his arms around Pacifica to grab her breasts. Pacifica begins to lift herself halfway up Dipper’s cock before dropping again, this time with Dipper thrusting up as well.

Tiffany and Tiphannie crawl over to edge of the bed, climbs off and kneel down next to Wendy. They begin to play with Wendy, Tiff fingering Wendy and Annie getting behind Wendy and playing with her tits. But all three still watched as Dipper and Pacifica fuck like animals.

43 MINUTES LATER

Dipper and Pacifica had fucked twice as hard as when they were in the limo. They had switched positions a few times. First Dipper laid back and let Pacifica ride him reverse cowgirl, Pacifica every now and again bragging to the trio watching them. And everytime Dipper would give her a spank or pinch making her yelp, more so in pleasure rather than pain.

After that Pacifica twisted around on Dipper’s dick and faced him. She leaned down and started making out with him as she continued to bounce on his cock. Dippers started to meet her with his own thrusts and deepens their kiss.

After a few minutes of that Dipper takes control, flipping Pacifica over and spreading her legs so as to push himself deeper. As his thrust became more intense he started pushing Pacifica’s legs further apart until she was past a split. Wendy didn’t know Pacifica was so flexible, her legs were at a two hundred degree angle.

It was in this position that Dipper had finally cum, Pacifica had cum for the third time but Wendy, Tiff, and Annie were far more interested in Dipper. Specifically in the overflow of Dipper’s cum that eventually came out of Pacifica’s pussy. Though, it wasn’t until Dipper pulled out did his cum really start to flow out of Pacifica. Tiff and Annie jumped up and rushed to their job, cleaning up after Dipper’s messes.

They both were going for Dipper’s dick but because Tiff was the more aggressive of the two she shoved Annie to the side and got to Dipper first. Tiff started licking Dipper’s dick smiling up at him. Annie, while glaring at Tiff, crawled on the bed to Pacifica’s pussy and started cleaning. After a few minutes of the two girls cleaning, and Pacifica talking down to Annie, Pacifica told Dipper to get started on Wendy.

Pacifica: “Alright, I’ve got my first shot now give it to her. No more holding back.”

Dipper: “You know when you get like this and don’t talk down to people, like now, it’s actually really fucking hot.”

Pacifica: “Wow, way to wait until after you fuck me to start sweet talking me. God, you are going to get it on round two.”

Dipper turns to Wendy as she looked up to him. He held his hand out to help her up. As she grabbed his hand he tossed her onto the bed and began to fuck her brains out all over again.

Roughly 3.5 hours later

Three girls lay unconscious on the massive bed while the last one was getting plowed by the young stud that had fucked them that way.

Pacifica, tired and on the verge of passing out, looked up to Dipper as he was doing his best to hold off his orgasem.

Pacifica: “Wh- What’s...What’s the matter Dippe- per? Four rounds and your already (Breathes heavily several times) losing your edge?”

Dipper: “One. You are far worse off than I am. And Two. This is YOUR fourth round, for me it’s my ELEVENTH round.”

Pacifica: “Eleventh, I thought It was your tenth.”

Dipper: “Wendy, you blew me, you, Wendy blew me, you again, Wendy again, Tiff, Annie, You a third time, Wendy a third time, and now you again for a fourth time. Eleven.”

Dipper while recalling his numerous times cumming that night, lost focus and came. Pacifica, feeling herself get filled yet again, came for the (somewhere in the low twenties)’ith time that night. And as she was about to finally accept the sweet embrace of sleep, was stopped by the rays of sunlight hitting her right in her eyes. She turned to the clock on the nightstand and read it as it switched to 7:43.

Pacifica: “Shit! I know I said we’d fuck all night, but I was thinking more like till three or four and I’d get a few hours of sleep.”

Dipper: “Sorry, I guess I won’t fuck you a fourth or even third time next time.”

Pacifica: “Shut up and get the morning after pills and some of those energy drinks.”
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