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Chapter 3: Roadside Seduction

Chapter Summary: Dipper describes an alternate memory of the previous summer’s road trip, wherein his confrontation with the four girls he flirted with ends very differently.

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It was the next afternoon, and Dipper, Mabel, and Wendy had all just gotten off work. Now, they were doing what they often did after the shop was locked up and Soos had gone to help his grandmother with dinner.

“Oh, yeah!” Wendy cried as Dipper plowed her from behind on the break-room rug. “Fuck me! Fuck my puss- MMMPH!”

Wendy’s cries of pleasure were muffled by Mabel’s lips pressing firmly against hers and Mabel’s tongue eagerly penetrating Wendy’s mouth. Mabel had already climaxed from Wendy eating her out during the early stages of the teenage redhead’s doggystyle fuck with Dipper; now, Mabel wanted to make sure that Wendy came good and hard, too. Even as she tongue-kissed the older girl, Mabel, who had been on all fours, turned over onto her back so she would have both hands free to fondle Wendy’s freckled tits.

“Oh God…Wendy….,” Dipper breathed, closing his eyes and pumping the redheaded teen harder. “Fucking you…is just…awesome…” 

The boy was eager to cum, but he was just as eager to make Wendy cum along with him. So even though he was fucking her at almost maximum speed, he made sure to keep his angle of penetration low so that the underside of his cock would stimulate her clit as much as possible.

“MmmNmm! MmmNmmMmm!” Wendy cried—the closest approximation of “Jesus! Jesus fuck!” that she could manage with Mabel’s tongue taking a whirlwind tour of Wendy’s tonsils.

Dipper may not have understood Wendy’s words, but in them he could hear intense pleasure and even more intense desperation. So, with his eyes squeezed shut, he grabbed Wendy’s ass tightly and pounded her pussy with maximum force.

“Mmmh! Mmmph! MMMMMMHHH!” Wendy screamed into Mabel’s mouth as the teenager came hard. Her cunt squeezed Dipper’s cock, and then the boy shouted “Fuck yeah!” as he shot his load deep inside her.

Wendy fell forward, her head landing on Mabel’s chest and her own chest on Mabel’s face. Mabel was in no hurry to struggle free and instead squeezed Wendy’s freckled boobs against her face and blew a raspberry between them. Wendy chuckled and rolled onto her side, causing Dipper’s cock to pull free of her red-tufted pussy. Dipper staggered to his feet, panting.

“I’ll…go get…some cleanup stuff…” he puffed, then pulled his shorts up from around his ankles and left, shutting the door behind him.

“Oh man…” Wendy panted. “That kid can fuck.”

With a grin, Mabel replied, “Don’t I know it! This summer has just been awesome!”

Wendy’s pale brow furrowed. “Do Soos and his grandma ever say anything to you guys about this stuff? I mean, they have to have heard the screaming at some point.”

“Well,” Mabel replied, “we’re not exactly hiding our sex life from Soos and Abuelita, but we don’t flaunt it, either. And we don’t let it get in the way of our work and stuff.”

Dipper, returning with some damp washcloths, added, “I think we have an unspoken understanding that none of us wants to have that conversation. So they pretend they don’t hear us, and we pretend they don’t hear us.”

He looked at Wendy. “You know, I’ve been meaning to ask: What do you remember from that night, um, out in the field?” he finished, not wanting to make the question too leading by including the word “orgy.”

“I definitely remember some stuff. Like I remember banging the hell out of your little friend…What’s his name? Darryl?”

“Darren,” Mabel replied. “He works at the hobby shop. Maybe you should drop by some time for an encore.”

“Tempting,” Wendy replied. “But for right now, you two are the only children I feel comfortable molesting.” 

She chuckled, then finished wiping herself off and said, “I gotta get home and take a shower. I’m hanging with Tambry tonight; she still misses Robbie, and he’s gonna be at Morticians Camp for a few more weeks.”

Wendy must have noticed the look of curiosity on Dipper’s face, because as she pulled on her jeans, she added, “You know, I don’t think Tambry remembers the orgy at all. Otherwise, she’d probably be trying to get some more action from this lunatic.” 

She ruffled Dipper’s already disheveled hair, then threw on her flannel shirt. She was still buttoning it as she said, “Later, dorks!” and headed out the door.

“Well,” Mabel said, pulling on her hot-pink panties, “that was nice.” Then she looked at the old cuckoo clock on the break room wall. “We’ve still got an hour till dinner. What do you wanna do? You could help me think up some new items for my vagenda. I’m wondering if I should put ‘furry cosplay’ on there, since we haven’t tried that.”

“Yes, you should,” Dipper replied. “But there’s something else I want to talk to you about. Remember that family that came by in the RV this morning?”

“Sure,” Mabel replied. “The little boy had a cute face. I wondered what it would look like if I was sucking his dick.” 

“Yeah, and I was noticing what a nice ass the mom had. People always talk about ‘mom jeans’ like they’re frumpy, but on some women they really work.

“Anyway,” Dipper went on, “seeing that RV made me think about our road trip with Grunkle Stan last summer. And then I realized that I had another alternate memory, from that trip.”

“Oh yeah?” Mabel replied, cupping her chin in her hand as if to keep herself from looking in any direction but Dipper’s. “Tell me everything.”

“Well, a lot of it happened the same way, but it starts to get different when…”

***

Dipper had never expected to be so distraught while surrounded by cute girls. He had gone with Candy to the mummy exhibit at Mystery Mountain, but now all three of the other girls he’d flirted with during his road trip with Grunkle Stan had showed up: Emma Sue, the cute freckled girl with pigtails whom he’d met at Upside Down Town; Mitzi, the Black girl with a round face and long, very curly hair that had been partly covered by a Log Land souvenir hat the last time Dipper had seen her; and Reba, the White girl with long brown hair in a plat thrown over her shoulder and green-framed sunglasses over her head, whom Dipper had encountered at the Corn Maze.

“Well, answer us,” Reba demanded, her rising anger making her Southern accent particularly strong. “Which one of us do you like?”

Dipper was on the verge of panic. But he forced himself to take a deep breath and let it out before he spoke.

“Look,” he said. “I like all of you. There’s something special about each of you, something that speaks to me. But except for Candy, I never thought I’d be doing more than texting with you, because we all live so far apart. So what’s the point of fighting about who likes who?”

All three girls looked uncertain. Clearly, they saw Dipper’s point, but that wasn’t enough to overcome their animosity toward him or their jealousy of one another.

That’s the problem, Dipper thought. This isn’t about facts; it’s about feelings. I need to appeal to their emotions.

Dipper looked at the four girls, taking in their cute faces and sweet adolescent bodies. He let the sight stir up his lust, and he sent that lust out to them in waves.

Then, in as seductive a tone as his adolescent vocal cords could manage, Dipper went on, “Look, we’re all on road trips, and none of us are from the same place. Odds are we’ll never see each other again. So how about we all have some fun, with no strings attached? Fun that nobody else ever has to know about?”

“Um,” Mitzi said, digging the toe of her shoe against the floor, “that’s, uh, that’s not a bad idea.”

“Definitely, definitely,” Emma Sue agreed, nodding.

“I cannot help but agree,” Candy said.

“Yeah, I’m good with that,” said Reba.

“Well, in that case,” Dipper said, grinning hornily at the girls as he pulled off his shirt, “There’s no better way to get this party started than to change into our birthday suits.”

Thanks to Dipper’s projected lust, the four girls all disrobed as eagerly as Dipper. In moments, the floor of the exhibit was strewn with discarded clothing. Mitzi and Emma Sue had also taken the precaution of closing the door and turning the lock.

Dipper was pleased by what he saw. None of the girls had more than the barest beginnings of breasts or more than a hint of pubic hair, but all four had cute bodies with flat bellies and tight little bottoms.

The boy had already tossed away his hat, stripped off his T-shirt, and unbuckled his belt; only now that all four girls were looking his way did he push his shorts and boxers down to his ankles. All four girls’ jaws dropped.

“Where have you been keeping that?” Candy gasped, pointing.

“Not even grownups have dicks that big,” Mitzi blurted.

“Whoa…” Reba breathed. “Is that for real?”

***

“Hold up,” Mabel said. “Your dick wasn’t that big last summer. Heck, it wasn’t that big for half of this summer. Are you embezzling on this story?”

“Assuming you mean ‘embellishing,’ no, I’m not,” Dipper replied. “I mean, it wasn’t as big as it was in your flashlight memory.” He scratched his chin and continued, “But it was definitely bigger than it was in my Pacifica memory…Hmmm…I guess each of these memories is a random mashup of the past and the present.”

“Huh, yeah. Like when I remembered us having horny-powers, even though we didn’t have them back then. And now you’re remembering having them, too.”

“Exactly.”

“So,” Mabel said, “now that that’s settled, tell me how you shoved that big dick into all those girls.”

“What makes you think that’s what happened?” Dipper asked teasingly.

“Dude, what else would happen?”

***

“Well,” Emma Sue declared as she gazed at Dipper’s big dick, “I know how to find out if it’s real.”

The naked girl walked up to Dipper and, without further preamble, wrapped her hand around his hard cockshaft. 

“O-M-jeepers, it’s warm!” she exclaimed. “It’s definitely real!”

Emma Sue’s surprise and delight turned Dipper on. And so did the way she moved her hand slowly up and down Dipper’s length as the other girls watched raptly. Dipper could see all three girls getting hornier by the moment—their pupils expanding, their skin flushing, their bare chests heaving.

Mitzi came over to Dipper, turned around, and bent over. Dipper now gazed at her cute brown ass and her bald, very wet pussy.

“Put it in me,” Mitzi gasped. “Please.”

Dipper couldn’t resist an offer like that. He moved up behind Mitzi, lined up his cock with the entrance to her almost hairless pussy, took hold of her hips, and eased into her.

“Ohhhhhh fuuuuuuuck…” Mitzi moaned.

As Dipper began slowly pumping Mitzi’s tight pussy, Emma Sue took his face in both hands and made out with him passionately. Reba moved up on Dipper’s other side, then took one of Dipper’s hands off Mitzi’s hip and put it on her own small breast, which Dipper squeezed and fondled eagerly. Candy sat down in front of the moaning Mitzi, just far enough away to give Dipper a clear view as Candy gently fingered her own clit and played with one of her small, brown nipples.

Although Dipper had considerable control over other people’s lust, his control over his own was rather weaker. Soon, he was fucking Mitzi faster. He let Reba pull his face away from Emma Sue’s and made out with the long-haired girl while he fondled the pigtailed one’s small, springy breasts. Candy, seeing that the bent-over Mitzi was in danger of falling on her face as Dipper fucked her faster, moved in front of the cute Black girl and put her hands on the girl’s shoulders to keep her stable while also pushing one of her nipples into the panting Mitzi’s open mouth. Mitzi sucked and tongued Candy’s nipple eagerly.

Hearing Candy moan spurred Dipper to fuck Mitzi at top speed. The girl went from moaning to screaming.

“Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!” Mitzi cried as she clutched Candy’s head to her chest. “I’m gonna- I’m- AAAAAH!”

“Yaaaaah!” Dipper shouted into Reba’s mouth, shooting a big load of cum deep inside Mitzi’s pussy as he squeezed Emma Sue’s tits.

The moment Dipper pulled his cock out of Mitzi, the girl collapsed, Candy helping her land gently on the floor. A mere second later, Emma Sue was suddenly on her knees in front of Dipper and taking much of the boy’s semi-hard, cum-slicked cock into her mouth. She moved her head forward and back, the motion slow but her lips tight around his cockshaft, betraying Emma Sue’s eagerness.

Reba and Candy, meanwhile, moved between the kneeling Emma Sue and the prone Mitzi. The two girls gave Dipper a naughty look and then began kissing and fondling each other’s small tits and tight asses.

As Dipper watched, he felt Emma Sue take both of his hands in hers. She brought them to the sides of her head and closed them around her pigtails so that Dipper was holding them like handles. Dipper got the idea and held on as he began gently fucking Emma Sue’s freckled face.

Dipper didn’t need to be a genius to figure out what the girls were doing: trying to bring his erection back. And it was definitely working, because Dipper’s cock was growing longer and thicker by the moment inside Emma Sue’s mouth. The girl made muffled moans and gurgles around his cock and didn’t appear to mind in the least each time Dipper pushed his cock fractionally deeper into her mouth. Reba stopped kissing Candy—but kept a firm grip on two handfuls of Candy’s ass—and turned to him.

“So Dipper,” she said, “think you can get that monster cock as deep in Emma Sue’s pussy as you’re going in her mouth?”

“I would like,” Candy added in her precise, Korean-accented tone, “to see you ram it in her to the balls.”

And just like that, Dipper was fully hard again. He let go of Emma Sue’s pigtails and slowly pulled his cock out of her mouth. The freckled girl looked up at him, panting because she needed air but also from the intense lust that had made her freckled face and chest flush red and stiffened her nipples to hard, pink points.

“What do you think, Emma Sue?” Dipper asked, holding his thick cock by the base. “You wanna see how deep this’ll go in your little pink pussy?”

Breathlessly, the girl cried, “Fuck yeah!”

She leaped up from her knees to her feet, ran over to a wooden bench in front of one of the mummy exhibits, lay down on her back, and threw her slim, pale legs open wide.

“Come and get it, Dipper!” she shouted.

The combination of Emma Sue’s cute face, naked tween body, and unbridled enthusiasm had Dipper on that bench and on top of Emma Sue in a flash. His cock slipped easily into her very wet pussy, so he wasted no time starting to pump her. 

“Aw, fuck yeah…” Emma Sue moaned.

The other three girls weren’t about to be left out of the action. Candy and Mitzi knelt on the floor on Dipper’s left side so that they could make out with him and each other. Reba lay down on her stomach behind Dipper and Emma Sue so she could lick Dipper’s balls.

Dipper eased his cock in and out of Emma Sue’s sweet, tight pussy while thrusting his tongue into Mitzi’s mouth to duel with hers. They kept that up for several seconds before Dipper turned his head and did the same thing with Candy. Then the two horny girls kissed each other fiercely, tongue wrestling as though it were an Olympic sport.

Seeing this happen right next to him, hearing Emma’s Sue’s moans, drinking in the sensations of both the pigtailed girl’s tight pussy and Reba’s delicate tongue as it traced a winding path around his balls—all of this was getting Dipper very hot indeed. He fucked Emma Sue faster, and the girl wrapped her pale, slender legs around Dipper’s waist and moaned louder.

Dipper felt Reba stop licking; in the back of his mind, he figured he was now moving his hips too fast for her to continue. Instead, Reba moved around next to him, opposite the madly deep-kissing Candy and Mitzi, and used one hand to ostentatiously play with her breasts while she rubbed her clit with the other.

“Oooh, yeah, Dipper, fuck her,” Reba cooed, her accent making the words sound especially sexy. “She’s gonna love takin’ your big, hot load…Shoot it in her deep…”

If Reba was trying to get Dipper to hurry up and cum, it was working. He fucked Emma Sue at full speed, and the girl held onto him with her arms and legs as she pumped her thighs up against his hips.

“Oh yeah!” Emma Sue cried. “OH YEAH! FUCK MEEEEEEE!” 

Dipper grunted “NNNGH!” and thrust in hard one last time to pump hot semen up into the young girl’s womb. Emma Sue gripped him hard and continued screaming as they both came.

As soon as they finished and Dipper eased up off the flushed, sweating, panting Emma Sue, Candy rushed in to thrust her face between the girl’s thighs and voraciously eat Dipper’s cum out of her pussy. Dipper, now sitting at the far end of the bench, watched in amazement as Candy swallowed two big mouthfuls of his seed and continued probing Emma’s Sue’s pussy with her tongue for more. He’d had no idea he’d cum so much.

Dipper felt two pairs of hands pull his knees apart. He turned his head and saw Reba and Mitzi descend to their knees between his legs. Mitzi held his cum-slicked cock up by the base, and both girls ran their tongues up and down it, licking up and swallowing his remaining seed. Then Mitzi put his cock in her mouth and bobbed her head several times to massage his member with her lips before straightening up and letting Reba do the same thing, the girls taking turns until Dipper’s cock was hard again. 

At that point, Candy got up on all fours on the bench on top of Emma Sue, showing Dipper her cute, nicely rounded ass. In her naughtiest tone, Candy asked, “Want to put it in my little bottom-hole, Dipper?”

Up until then, Dipper hadn’t really noticed Candy’s ass, because she’d never worn anything that showed it off much. But now, the sight of Candy’s tight, naked bottom and the prospect of pushing his cock into her little brown hole made Dipper’s cock go from oak-hard to steel-hard.

“Oh heck yeah,” Dipper replied, getting up on his knees behind the bespectacled girl. “You ready? I warn you, if you say yes, I’m going in to the balls.”

“Yes,” Candy breathed excitedly. “Go in me to the balls.”

Dipper aimed his cock at Candy’s hole. Now that he saw their comparative sizes, he wasn’t entirely sure that Candy’s tiny ring could stretch wide enough to accommodate his girth. But the moment his cockhead touched her hole, it seemed to open of its own accord. And when he pushed his hips forward, pressing his cock against that hole, it opened wider and wider until it swallowed his cockhead and then his entire member whole.

“Ooooooohhhhhh,” Candy moaned as Dipper hilted in her ass. “I am sooooo fulllllllll…”

Emma Sue, lying beneath Candy and apparently coming to her senses, said, “Soon you’ll be full of cock and cum. Now how about we make out while Dipper pumps that sweet ass of yours?”

Candy lowered her face to Emma Sue’s, and the two girls kissed. Then, as Dipper began slow-pumping Candy’s tight asshole, the kissing became tongue-wrestling.

Reba sidled up to Dipper and, pointing at Candy and Emma Sue, said, “Oooh, Dipper, that sure looks like fun.”

She kissed him. Dipper, loving how deeply he was penetrating Candy’s ass, thrust his tongue deep into Reba’s mouth, and she enthusiastically did the same.

Not to be left out, Mitzi got on the bench behind Dipper and Candy. She leaned her head down and alternately licked Dipper’s balls and Candy’s pussy.

Dipper fucked Candy faster and faster. Her ass-ring was deliciously tight, and he pulled most of the way out on each stroke so that he could feel her anal grip on the whole length of his cock when he pushed back in.

Reba stopped kissing him and put her lips to Dipper’s ear, pressing her bare breasts against his bare shoulder as she murmured, “You gonna cum inside her, Dipper? You gonna fill Candy’s cute li’l ass with a big ol’ load of cum? So much that she can feel it way up inside? You know she wants your cum, Dipper, she wants it all, and she wants it up her sweet little ass…”

Dipper knew Reba was trying to get Dipper to cum sooner so that her turn would come sooner, too. Dipper also knew it was working, because he couldn’t help but pump Candy faster.

“Gonna…blow…my load…way up…in you…Candy…” he grunted.

“Yhhhhh!” Candy squealed into Emma Sue’s mouth as the girl tongue-fucked Candy’s.

“AAAAAAH!” Dipper cried. 

He was shooting what felt like an impossible amount of cum into Candy’s bowels, as though some kind of powerful, pulsing pump inside him was emptying a vast reservoir of thick seed into her in one huge spurt after another. Candy shrieked “MMMMMMMMHHHH!” into Emma Sue’s mouth as she, too, came hard.

Afterward, Dipper slowly pulled his cock out of Candy’s ass. To his surprise, her hole didn’t gape but instead closed right up, cinching tightly as though to prevent any of Dipper’s load from escaping. Her belly was bulging as she carefully rolled herself off the bench.

“So…full…” she moaned, crawling a couple of feet before collapsing onto the floor. “So…much…cum…”

***

“Hold up,” Mabel said. “You’re saying you shot so much cum in Candy’s ass that her tummy swelled up? I mean, you didn’t mention having giant balls like in my flashlight memory. Without those, you’d be so dehydrated that you’d dry up and blow away like a leaf, right?”

“I’m not saying it makes any sense,” Dipper replied. “I’m just telling you what I remember.”

***

Reba, who had vanished briefly after Dipper and Candy came, suddenly reappeared with a wet, soapy washcloth and a bucket of water, then dropped to her knees and washed Dipper’s half-erect member. Dipper knew why; it was her turn next.

“There,” Reba said, rinsing off Dipper’s cock and tossing the washcloth into the bucket. “Nice n’ clean. Now, let’s get it nice n’ hard.”

She wrapped her fingers around the base of Dipper’s cock, popped the head into her mouth, and began sucking rhythmically. 

Mitzi and Emma Sue watched with interest for several seconds; then Mitzi said to Emma Sue, “Maybe we should try and help Reba get Dipper’s soldier to stand at attention again.”

“What do you have in mind?” Emma Sue asked.

“How about we do a little sixty-nine while Dipper watches?”

“You know,” Emma Sue replied, “that happens to be my favorite number.”

Mitzi lay down on the floor, giving Dipper a side view of her naked body. Then Emma Sue lay down on top of her, facing the other way. Both girls spread their legs, and each began tonguing the other’s pussy.

Niiiiiice… Dipper thought.

Perhaps wishing not to be outdone, Reba began bobbing her head, sliding her lips up and down Dipper’s increasingly hard member. And then, just when Dipper was at full tumescence once again, Reba forced her head forward and swallowed his cock.

“Oh God!” Dipper gasped.

Reba looked up at him eagerly as she swallowed repeatedly, her throat muscles stroking his entire length again and again. Then she abruptly pulled her head back and released Dipper’s manhood from her mouth and throat. Both of them gasped, albeit for different reasons.

“Ready…to fuck me?” Reba panted.

“Oh yeah,” Dipper breathed.

Reba went over to one of the displays—one whose lights weren’t on because, as a little sign propped up just behind the glass suggested, it was being renovated.

A wooden rail ran along the wall just beneath the glass. Reba bent forward and put her hands on the rail, giving Dipper an excellent view of her tight little ass. He enjoyed that view for several seconds before he walked up behind Reba and positioned his cock between her pussyfolds. Then he pushed in slowly.

“Aaaahhhhhhh…” Reba moaned.

At first, as Dipper slow-pumped Reba from behind, his eyes were focused only on her sweet adolescent puss as his cock went in and out of it. Only when he looked up did he realize why Reba had chosen this particular spot for their coupling: With the lights out in the exhibit, the glass became a mirror in which he could see Reba’s face, and she could see his.

“You know,” Reba murmured, “I let the other gals go first ‘cause I wanted you to last the longest with me.”

“Clever,” Dipper replied. “And that’s gonna get you a long, slow fuck. Unless…”

He said this last word as he saw, in the glass, Emma Sue coming up behind him and dropping to her knees. As the pigtailed girl began to use the tip of her tongue to make teasing circles around Dipper’s balls, Mitzi came up behind Emma Sue, lay down on the floor, and scooted her head up between the kneeling girl’s thighs. Emma Sue got the hint and sat down on Mitzi’s face, moaning softly through her open mouth as she continued tonguing Dipper’s balls.

Not to be left out, Candy moved up behind Emma Sue and Mitzi. Dipper couldn’t see exactly what the small Asian girl was doing, but judging from the muffled gasps and whimpers coming from Mitzi, Dipper was pretty sure Candy was eating Mitzi’s pussy.

The idea of three girls orally pleasuring him and one another even as he fucked a fourth girl was turning Dipper on. It was like these four had no limits at all when it came to sex—or, at least, sex with him—and that was super-hot. So he started fucking Reba faster.

“Hey, now,” the girl murmured, “what happened to taking it slow?”

Dipper lowered his stance just slightly, which caused the underside of his cock to press more firmly against the top of Reba’s pussy, thereby indirectly increasing the stimulation each of his thrusts gave to her clit. Reba moaned.

“You complaining?” he asked teasingly.

“Nuh-uh,” Reba breathed. “Just don’t stop…”

Dipper kept fucking her and continued increasing his speed, albeit as gradually as he could manage. At least, until Reba spoke again.

“Please…Dipper…I need…ooooh…I need to cum…please…fuck me harder…”

Dipper couldn’t have been happier to hear it. Nonetheless, he tried to sound casual as he replied, “If you insist.”

He fucked Reba good and fast. With him moving at that speed, Emma Sue couldn’t lick his balls anymore. So even though it meant having to stop sitting on Mitzi’s face, the pigtailed girl stood up, moved a bit to the side so that Dipper could see her reflection in the mirror, and ostentatiously rubbed her clit. Mitzi, in turn, stood up behind Emma Sue, reached both arms around the girl’s chest, and played with her nipples. Candy, who had been eating out Mitzi, stood up on Dipper’s other side, opposite Emma Sue and Mitzi. She turned sideways to the reflective glass, bent forward slightly, and slowly and sensually spanked herself on her little bubble butt again and again.

Again, Dipper knew that the girls were just trying to get him to cum sooner. And again, it was working. Dipper now pounded Reba’s pussy hard enough to make the glass rattle above the railing Reba was holding on to, and the girl moaned nonstop.

“Oh fuck…oh yes…Dipper…fuck my pussy…fuck it hard…fuck it HAAAAAAARRRRD!”

“NGGGH!” Dipper grunted, pumping his load up into Reba’s spasming cunt.

After his climax ended, Dipper just stood there for a moment with his eyes closed. He felt Reba move out from in front of him, his cock slipping slickly out of her cum-lubricated pussy, and Dipper grasped the rail, panting.

Once he caught his breath, he opened his eyes. He was looking down at his own hands while they gripped the rail.

“Well, girls,” Dipper said, “I’ve still got some energy left, if any of you want to-”

There was a sudden flurry of activity behind him. Dipper turned around to see the four girls in a row in front of him. Each girl was on all fours, presenting her cute ass and wet pussy to him.

“Just pick an end to start from,” Emma Sue panted lustily.

“And take us all,” Mitzi breathed.

“In any hole you like,” Candy added.

And he did. One by one, he plowed all four girls doggy style until each of them once again cried out in ecstasy and then collapsed to the floor, full of joy and semen.

***

“…and that’s everything I remember,” Dipper concluded.

“Soooo,” Mabel said slyly, “sounds like l’il Dipper wants a harem.”

“I don’t need a harem,” Dipper snapped. He heard the tension in his own voice and took a breath before he went on, “I mean, yeah, I want to fuck lots of girls, but I don’t need to, you know, own them.”

“Hmm…” Mabel said, her gaze dropping to the floor. “Yeah…” 

“Mabel, are you okay?”

Mabel whipped her face back up to look at Dipper, and suddenly she was all horny smiles.

“So, which of those girls do you want to pretend I am tonight? I bet I can do all the accents.”