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There is a first time for everything	By : Lennoxmacduff Category: +G through L > Gravity Falls Views: 8985 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Gravity Falls is property of Disney. This is a parody and I'm not making any money by writing this story.

Chapter List
- 3
- 4
Chapter 4: ...and the morning after.
Warning: Handjob, fingering, cunnilingus, blowjobs, sex.
Pacifica woke up early in the morning. She had always been an early bird, but she also preferred to take it slow once she was awake. The heiress rubbed her eyes and wondered why her neck hurt and why her chest felt as if she had gone to sleep wearing her bra. She opened her eyes for the first time and saw that she was in the Mystery Shack attic bedroom. Her neck hurt because the mattress and the pillow weren’t made of viscoelastic foam, and her chest was sore because she had apparently fell asleep wearing her bra, or so it felt like under the bed sheets. When Pacifica raised the covers, she found a pair of arms hugging her breasts instead of her purple bra. Pacifica’s complete nudity struck her and she gave a jerk of surprise. A soft moan came from behind her. Dipper was protesting in his sleep at the sudden movement.
The heiress suddenly remembered the previous night and her face broke into a grin. They had finally taken the step and Pacifica couldn’t felt any happier about the result. She tried rolling onto her other side to face her boyfriend, but the grip Dipper had around her chest had rendered her completely immobilized. Pacifica was comfortable when they spooned together, but she wanted to move. The heiress decided to use the usual course of action in these situations.
“Dippuuurrrrr.” She purred over her shoulder. “My belly is getting cold.”
Dipper mumbled something in his sleep and moved his arms to her belly. Pacifica quickly took advantage of the loosening of the iron grip around her chest and she rolled onto her other side. She intertwined her legs with his and pressed her breasts onto his chest while she waited for him to wake up. Dipper opened his eyes very slowly and saw a broad smile and a pair of blue eyes staring at him.
“Hi.” Dipper sighed and pressed his forehead on hers, closing his eyes again and giving her lips a gentle kiss.
Pacifica began tracing his jawline very lightly to give his face a ticklish sensation. Dipper smiled and pulled her just a little closer. His hands rubbed her lower back without finding the usual silky fabric of her dress. He guessed she was wearing one of those designer crop tops. His palms went downwards without finding any fabric yet, until he finally cupped her butt. Dipper’s eyes shot open and saw how Pacifica was staring at him with a pink blush on her cheeks. The heiress knew perfectly well what was going through Dipper’s mind since the exact same thing had happened to her a few minutes ago. The boy cleared his throat and took a quick peek under the covers. Then, he returned a pair of bulging out eyes back up.
“So… last night wasn’t just another vivid dream.” Dipper displayed a silly smile and his cheeks began to blush red.
“Not at all.” Pacifica whispered and snuggled closer. She rubbed her breasts against Dipper and soon she felt something hard poking her lower belly.
“We still have a pair of condoms left.” He gave her an awkward smile. “Wanna go for round two?”
Pacifica gasped and broke the hug, pressing her hands on Dipper’s chest to put some distance between them. Even though the sight had improved for Dipper since he could now see her breast completely, her reaction had puzzled him.
“Really?” Pacifica raised an eyebrow. “After our first night together that’s all you have to say? No ‘Good morning, Princess. I love you. What do you want for breakfast?’ but instead you just go hard and want to do it again.” The heiress snapped and folded her arms across her chest.
Dipper was left dumbfounded for a few seconds and then he noticed her lips. They were twitching and Pacifica was clearly holding herself from bursting into laughter. The boy rolled his eyes and hugged her.
“Fine. Good morning, Princess. You know I love you, and I’ll make you breakfast.” Dipper pecked her lips. “But… just not now.” He gave her cheek a breathy kiss next.
His kissing line reached her earlobe and Pacifica moaned softly, pulling Dipper on top of herself. Under the covers, Dipper brushed her breasts with his palms and then he brought Pacifica into a hug while smothering her face in kisses. A faint musky after-sex scent was coming from Dipper’s body and Pacifica was getting more and more wet on his thigh by the second. The heiress pressed her hands on Dipper’s lower back and urged for him to move. Dipper stopped the kissing and gasped. He rubbed his erection on her lower belly wondered whether Pacifica would let him cum on his favorite part of her body. However, Pacifica cupped his face and stopped him all of a sudden.
“Wait a second. Is this purple makeup?” The heiress scratched the purple stain on Dipper’s cheek. Clarity soon dawned on Pacifica and her eyes widened. “I fell asleep without removing my eyeshadow, didn’t I?”
Dipper smiled warmly and stroked her cheek. He had noticed a while ago that her purple eyeshadow had smeared over her brows and some of it had even reached her cheeks. Her hair was also a little messy after the crazy night, but Dipper didn’t mind at all.
“You’re beautiful.” He whispered and pecked her stained brow.
Pacifica grumbled and rubbed her own cheeks with her hands in an attempt to remove the smoldered makeup. Dipper pressed his face against hers so that she stopped, and Pacifica sighed and stroked his cheek instead. Dipper ran his hand along her side and replaced the thigh on her groin with his palm, rejoicing in how wet Pacifica was. At the same time he continued rubbing his erection on her belly, making a mess of precum all over it. Pacifica gave him a whimper, urging for Dipper get a finger or two inside her, and he was about to stop teasing her and do so when a sudden sound interrupted them.
A loud growl came from Pacifica’s stomach. Dipper prompted himself on his elbows and stared at her in amusement.
“Are you really that hungry?” He raised an eyebrow.
“Well, duh.” She blushed in embarrassment. “We skipped dinner yesterday night.”
“You know what? I’ll make you breakfast now.”
Dipper parted the hug and stood up completely naked on the bed, leaving the heiress under the covers. Pacifica’s eyes bulged out and she gave a shuddering sigh at the show before her. Dipper’s cock was completely erect and throbbing, the part of the head of his penis that wasn’t covered in foreskin was wet and gleaming under the sunlight.
“Oh my gosh…” Pacifica instinctively spread her legs open and began to wiggle under the covers. “Dipper, please put something on before I pounce on top of you.”
“Um… Okay.” Dipper scratched his cheek and wondered what was wrong about that. He got off the bed and put on his boxers. “Despite having the Shack for ourselves I wasn’t going to walk naked through the house, you know?”
“Uh-huh.” The heiress smiled playfully and patted her mound through the fabric of the bed sheets. “Don’t take too long. This is waiting for you.”
“Be right back!” His voice cracked.
Dipper walked towards the attic door with his eyes still glued on how the fabric on her mound was getting wet, and he accidentally hit his head with the doorframe.
“Ow, I’m okay!”
Pacifica giggled and Dipper blushed. Once he was out of the bedroom, Pacifica jumped up from the bed. Having finally overcome the self-consciousness about her breasts and having dealt with her virginity, the heiress stood naked proud as a peacock and she intended to stay like that for the rest of the weekend. Pacifica went to the closet and took a towel. Regardless of how beautiful Dipper said she was, Pacifica had the intention of taking a quick shower to remove the smoldered makeup and dried sweat from her skin. She bent over her discarded clothes to get her brush and her makeup kit from her jacket the very moment Dipper opened the bedroom door.
“You want jelly on your toasts or…”
Dipper couldn’t continue talking. His jaw had dropped and his brain began using all its energy to burn into his memory the sight of Pacifica bending over with her back at him. When Pacifica stood back straight and turned around, Dipper was brought back to reality.
“I uh…” He began rubbing his arm awkwardly and blushed at the naked sight before him. “How hungry are you exactly?” He asked in a cracked voice, understanding now perfectly well why she had asked him earlier to put something on.
“Well.” Pacifica pouted and rubbed her belly. “Very hungry, and I don’t mind what you put on the toasts as long as it’s jelly.”
“Alright.” Dipper sighed and reluctantly left the bedroom.
Pacifica reconsidered her idea of staying naked for the rest of the weekend and she decided to wrap the towel around herself. She didn’t want her boyfriend to have a cardiac arrest. Once she was in the bathroom down the staircase, Pacifica took care of the usual morning necessities and then she had a quick shower. There wasn’t any shampoo nor shower gel since technically nobody lived in the Shack anymore, but her body wasn’t dirty anyway. It was just a little sweaty.
When she finished drying herself with the towel, Pacifica began brushing her hair while she examined her body on the mirror. She could swear her breasts looked a little bigger than usual. Pacifica shrugged and guessed her chest was like that because she was very aroused. The heiress spotted a small hickey on her neck and she frowned. She would have to hide that from her parents or she would be definitely grounded for what was left of the summer. Pacifica decided to ask Mabel tomorrow to lend her a sweater. She applied herself the purple eyeshadow on the mirror and then she went back upstairs.
Dipper was already sat on the bed with a tray in front of him. On it, there were a few toasts. Half of them had peach jelly and the other half had strawberry jelly. Pacifica sat cross-legged in front of him, the towel tightly wrapped around her body. They didn’t have to say anything, they already knew the peach toasts were for her and the strawberry ones were for him.
While they ate their breakfast, Dipper’s eyes couldn’t stop roaming all over her body. Pacifica quickly dealt with her toasts and noticed that. She had already planned in her head their whole day together, and at the moment she felt like fooling around a little before getting dirty. The heiress raised her arms in the air to stretch herself, allowing the towel to slide off her body and reveal her breasts. Pacifica gave an innocent ‘Whoops!’ and raised the towel back in place. Dipper had been taking a toast to his face at the same time and it somehow ended up on his cheek instead of in his mouth.
Pacifica snickered and leaned forwards, tossing the empty tray onto the floor and cupping her boyfriend’s face in her hands. She stuck out her tongue and cleaned Dipper’s cheek in a single lick, causing Dipper to let out a nervous giggle.
“You know,” She murmured, pressing her hands onto Dipper’s chest and making him topple backwards and lie flat onto the bed. “I usually have a glass of milk too for breakfast.”
Dipper opened his mouth to make a pun about oral sex and shut it right away. He dissimulated it by clearing his throat and pulling softly from the towel wrapping Pacifica’s body, but she slapped his hands away.
“Not yet.” She smiled playfully and traced circles with her finger on Dipper’s chest. “Last night you made me beg a few times and you know we Northwests never beg for anything.”
“You can always pay me to pretend that never happened.” Dipper replied in the same playful tone.
“I was thinking about that but…” She sat up and patted her towel. “…I must’ve forgotten my wallet in my other towel. How silly of me!”
“In that case, I’m sure we can reach… an agreement.” He traced her sides through the towel very slowly with his palms. “I can accept something else besides money.”
“Well, now that you mention it,” Pacifica reached behind herself and took the box of condoms. “I have these two tickets for the new Dipper ride that has come to town. Will it be enough?” She asked innocently.
“It’s a start.” Dipper shrugged, feigning disinterest.
Pacifica leaned again on top of Dipper and stared at him hungrily.
“Take off those ridiculous boxers and remind me later to gift you some fancy underwear.”
Dipper was about to ask what was wrong with his underwear, but his hands were already moving on their own to get rid of it. The playful banter had turned him on beyond measure. He lay now completely naked on bed with a nervous smile, his erection pulsing and waiting to be touched. Pacifica traced her hands all over her naked boyfriend, feeling like a kid in a candy store. She pinched his chest and rubbed his nipples. Dipper giggled and pushed her hands away, protecting his ticklish nipples from her abuse. Then, Pacifica followed his happy trail and ended up stroking the length of his shaft with only one finger.
“Wow, it’s is quite a big ride.” She grabbed his cock by the base and pouted. “Is there a height restriction to ride this? I wouldn’t want to end up suing anybody if I get hurt.”
“There is a height restriction indeed…” Dipper traced the edge of her breasts through her towel. “…but you definitely pass.”
“Still, I’d like to put it to the test. You know, just to make sure it’s safe to ride and all.” Pacifica pulled the skin of his shaft down to reveal the head of his penis and she gave a squeak of surprise when it twitched in her hand. “First off, I wanna see how far you can shoot your Dippingsauce. Next, I’ll make you cum all over my body. Then – and only then — I’ll consider taking a ride.”
Dipper wiggled a little and felt his throat tightening.
“O-okay.” He said in a cracked voice. “Sounds like a good plan to me.”
Pacifica scooted herself downwards on the bed until her head was at the level of Dipper’s groin. She prompted herself on her elbows and began fondling his balls with her fingertips while staring playfully at how his cock twitched in response. Once she made him suffer enough, Pacifica wrapped her fingers firmly around the shaft and stared at it intently.
“Something wrong?” Dipper asked, noticing her hesitation.
“No, I was just thinking of what to do now.” She shrugged.
“I could do it once on my own and show you how it works.” He suggested.
“Hmm… Touching yourself while I watch sounds pretty hot.” She licked her lips in anticipation. “We’re definitely doing that later, but now I need to know I can do it on my own.”
“Stroke it up and down fast then. That usually leads to… satisfactory results.” Dipper giggled at his own pun and tried to rock his hips against her grip on his cock to pleasure himself.
“I already guessed so, and doing only that isn’t fun at all.” She grinned. “I’m pretty sure I can make you cum in some creative way, but for now I’m just gonna find what makes your Big Dipper tick.”
Pacifica held his cock in place with one hand while she experimented with the other. She pulled softly from his sac and Dipper winced. After noting that into the bad things list in her mind, Pacifica pulled upwards from his foreskin. Dipper gasped and moaned softly. The heiress took that as a good sign. She retracted his foreskin and blew softly on the naked head of his penis, causing Dipper to quiver in pleasure.
The heiress gave Dipper a saucy wink and ran her tongue along her lips. She leaned her head closer to his erect cock, her mouth open and her tongue out. Pacifica saw her boyfriend from the corner of her eye and smiled. He was staring agape at her, his eyes bulging out in clear need. Once she was close enough for Dipper to feel her warm breath on the head of his penis and her hair tickling his balls, Pacifica closed her mouth and pulled back with a smile full of malice.
Dipper gave her such a needy pout that Pacifica burst into laughter.
“What?” She displayed an innocent look. “Did I accidentally make you think that I was gonna suck you off or something? I was just having a closer look.”
“Oh, Princess.” Dipper smiled resentfully. “When my turn to touch comes I’m going to make you beg so much.”
“Maybe, but right now it’s my turn and you probably shouldn’t have said that. What would happen if when you’re about to cum I put my thumb here?” She looked at Dipper defiantly and covered the hole on the tip of his penis with her digit.
“B-but…” Dipper’s face contorted in distress and his voice raised a few octaves. “P-Pacifica, remember that I love you.”
“That’s what I thought.” She giggled and removed her thumb. “Relax, Dork. I’m just messing with you. Close your eyes now, I’m gonna give you a surprise.”
Dipper closed his eyes and smiled nervously. Pacifica dipped her thumb in her mouth and then she rubbed the tip of his penis with the wetted pad. Dipper hummed appreciatively and his cock twitched in her hand. Pacifica then removed her thumb and Dipper opened his eyes.
“Did you like it?” She grinned. “That was my tongue.”
The innocent boy was left breathless for a few seconds and then he frowned in realization.
“Liar.” He grumbled.
“How dare you!” Pacifica gasped in feigned disbelief. “We Northwests have a flawless reputation! We’re not liars!” Dipper raised an eyebrow and the heiress blushed. “I mean, my ancestors weren’t the best but my parents and I… um… Fine, whatever. It was my thumb.”
Dipper chuckled and cupped her cheek, stroking it lovingly.
“Pacifica, you’re a good person. You know that, right?” He gave her a warm smile.
“Of course.” She returned the smile and rubbed her face on his palm. “I like it when you remind me of it, though. Let’s lube your Big Dipper a little.”
Dipper thought for a second she was going to drop some saliva on the shaft of his penis but Pacifica did something completely different. She hiked up the hem of her towel and straddled his hips, pressing his cock against his lower belly and slowly rubbing her nether lips along the shaft. They gasped in pleasure when her clit brushed the underside of his penis. Pacifica pressed her hands on Dipper’s chest to steady herself and Dipper held her hips to aid the pace. She rolled her hips against his and Dipper threw his head back, groaning as he felt the wet heat of her excitement soaking his cock. Dipper growled and pulled from her hands. When Pacifica’s upper body fell on top of him, he grabbed the hem of her towel with his mouth and attempted to remove it. A pair of pale breasts popped out and Pacifica squealed, stopping her eager boyfriend and readjusting her towel to cover her chest.
“Nuh-huh.” She sat up and waved her forefinger from side to side as if she were scolding a child. “You have to cum first if you wanna see my twins. Speaking of which, do you think we can hit that bell hanging over there with your Dippingsauce?”
Pacifica pointed with her thumb over her shoulder. There was a bell hanging on a rope from the ceiling. The rope went through a few hoops until it disappear through the floor. Stan used to pull at that rope from the ground story and ring the bell when they were twelve to call the twins whenever he needed something from them, since the old man would never take the bother to climb the stairs and knock on their door instead. Dipper measured the distance with his gaze and compared it to the previous times he had touched himself. Then, he stared back at Pacifica with a raised eyebrow.
“It’s not a water gun, you know?” Dipper countered plainly.
“Actually, no I don’t.” She blushed and averted his gaze. “There is a parental control filter in my laptop, remember? I’ve never seen one doing it before.”
“Oh, right.” He chuckled awkwardly. “Um… I don’t think I can reach that high but… I can try.”
“Good. I want a big sticky load, please and thank you.” She whispered and began massaging the area around his cock, teasing it by not touching it directly.
“That’s not going to be a problem.” Dipper shrugged. “It’s the first of the day after all.”
Pacifica raised an eyebrow at Dipper’s choice of words.
“First of the day? How many times a week do you touch yourself exactly?”
“I—uh…” He blushed in embarrassment and regretted saying anything. “I usually do it once or twice after every make out session.”
“That many times!?” Pacifica laughed in astonishment.
“Well, yeah. What about it?” Dipper blushed even more, which only increased Pacifica’s laughter. “Oh, c’mon! Give a guy a break. You always rub yourself against me when we’re making out and that has its consequences down there.”
Pacifica laughed for a little longer and then she stared at her blushed boyfriend curiously. She leaned forwards and pecked his blushed cheek, whispering into his ear.
“From now on you better forget about touching yourself because your Big Dipper is only mine and I don’t like… How do you low-class people call it? Shawing?”
“Sharing.” Dipper corrected her with a cracked voice.
“Whatever. The point is that I’ll take care of it, as long as you’re willing to return the favor.” She finished her statement by giving Dipper’s cheek a gentle nip.
“S-s-sure!” He agreed without hesitation. Dipper had a feeling that from now on their make out sessions were going to end up quite differently from what he was used to.
Dipper’s hands brushed the towel wrapping her chest and he gave her a pout which the heiress ignored. She sat up straight with Dipper’s rock-hard cock between her thighs and she stared at it in amusement, wondering if that was the sight Dipper had every time he looked at his own groin. His cock was soaking wet in Pacifica’s fluids and waiting to be touched. Pacifica wrapped her fingers around the shaft, firmly but gently, and began to move her fist up and down in a slow, steady motion. Dipper’s hips immediately replied to her stimulation by moving on their own in an attempt to aid her motion. Pacifica increased the speed to compensate and Dipper moaned, reaching for her forearms to slow her down. The heiress raised an eyebrow and slowed the pace until Dipper let go of her arms.
As Pacifica memorized the exact rhythm that pleasured her boyfriend, Dipper leaned back and relaxed, enjoying how she drew him closer to orgasm. Pacifica noticed how a few drops of precum began oozing from the hole on the tip. She used the forefinger of her free hand to spread his natural lubricant throughout the head. Dipper protested at the discomfort on the oversensitive head of his penis, but this only increased Pacifica’s desire to touch it. The heiress stopped stroking the shaft and began tracing lazy circles with her thumb around the hole on the tip. Dipper yelped as a result and held her hands again.
“P-Pacifica,” He panted. “don’t t-touch the head. It’s very sensitive.”
“It doesn’t hurt, does it?” Pacifica lifted her thumb from his glans just in case.
“No but—“
“Don’t worry then, Dork.” She gave him a reassuring smile. “Let me know if it hurts, otherwise just lie back and enjoy. You’re gonna love this.”
“I thought you said earlier you had no idea about this.” He countered matter-of-factly and raised an eyebrow.
The day before Pacifica came to the Shack, she had pondered about the situation for a few hours and then she had finally swallowed her pride. The heiress had asked Mabel what usually worked with her boyfriends when it came to touching, and the cheerful brunette had been very specific: If Pacifica needed Dipper to go hard, she had to stroke the area below his balls. If he was already hard and she wanted to give him a moan-worthy handjob, she had to massage the head whether Dipper liked it or not, and that was precisely what Pacifica intended to do now. However, she would never tell Dipper under any circumstances that the idea was actually Mabel’s. Pacifica had a feeling that Dipper wouldn’t like to know she was doing to him what his sister usually did to her boyfriends.
“Call it female intuition.” She shrugged. “I’ll touch it more gently, just stop wiggling.”
Pacifica began massaging the head of his penis in a very lightly circular fashion, almost tickling it. Dipper bit his lower lip to hold back a soft moan, which was soon released when Pacifica changed the direction of the circles and added a little bit of pressure. Pacifica removed the pressure and changed directions, repeating all over again. When Dipper was finally getting used to the stimulation of such a sensitive part of his body and he was beginning pant in pleasure, Pacifica stopped caressing his glans and began masturbating his shaft in a slow, teasing motion. Dipper gasped and felt an unbearable tingling on the head of his penis. The sudden lack of attention there was causing him pure, but delightful torture. The boy looked at the heiress in clear need and she replied with a smirk. She was in complete control of her boyfriend now and she wanted him to say the special words.
“Please…” Dipper muttered.
“Please what?” She smiled smugly.
“Please, touch the head.”
“Aaaaand?” Pacifica brushed the head of his penis to show him what he was missing.
Dipper sighed and chewed the insides of his mouth. Pacifica’s money had granted her over the years all the private tutors and extra lessons she needed to become the top of her class and, just like she did with her other talents, the heiress rubbed her grades in everyone’s face. However, when Dipper moved to Gravity Falls he easily stole her position on the top of the class and he didn’t hesitate to rub it in Pacifica’s face to show her some humbleness. The heiress learned her lesson but, whenever it was the rare occasion that Dipper wasn’t right about something, she found great satisfaction in hearing him say so just to make sure her boyfriend didn’t become too bigheaded.
“And you were right.” He grumbled. “The head feels amazing.”
“Now say I’m smarter than you.” Pacifica requested in a singing voice.
“Hey, let’s not get too cocky either.” Dipper folded his arms over his chest. Pacifica raised an eyebrow and covered the hole on the tip of his penis. “I mean, uh… being the second of the class isn’t that bad anyway?”
“Hmm… yeah, I guess I’ll take what I can get.” She removed her thumb and Dipper sighed in relief. “Warn me ahead of time. I’ve to aim your Big Dipper before you cum.”
Pacifica made a ring with her thumb and index finger and placed it on the tip of Dipper’s cock. She closed the ring enough so that the head didn’t slide in smoothly and then she moved her hand downwards, applying pressure all over Dipper’s glans and simulating a very tight entrance. Dipper groaned his immense pleasure and thrust his hips upwards to penetrate her hand. Once the glans was in, the heiress closed tight the digit-ring below the super-sensitive ridge where the head and the shaft of his penis met. Pacifica moved her other hand between her legs to lubricate it. When her palm was wet enough, she placed it on the head of Dipper’s cock and gave it a gentle squish as if she were using a doorknob every time she spun the ring of fingers to completely rub the corona of his glans.
Dipper began panting almost immediately, his body wiggling under the quickly building pleasure. Pacifica stared curiously at how his cock reddened and how the head of his penis went from a dark red color to a purplish one. Dipper’s pants soon turned into soft moans and he clenched the bed sheets with his hands.
“P-Pacifica—”
He didn’t have to say anything else. Pacifica quickly turned around on top of him and sat on Dipper’s lower belly with her back at him and her knees at each side on his waist. Her blonde hair was so long that it completely covered her backside and even part of Dipper’s chest. Dipper sunk his hands into her blonde mane and pushed it to the sides, opening it as a golden curtain to reveal her backside and the hem of the towel she was wrapped herself with. Dipper sighed dreamily and landed one hand on each butt-cheek, giving them a squeeze and lying back to enjoy the handjob.
The heiress grabbed his cock with one hand and aimed it towards the hanging bell while she fondled his balls with the other. She began masturbating the shaft at the exact pace she had memorized earlier, avoiding completely the head of his penis. Pacifica added a little more pressure to the shaft and stared in amusement at how Dipper curled his toes every time her fist bumped into the corona of his penis. She suddenly felt his balls retracting and his shaft tightening in her hands, all while Dipper groaned and gave her butt a hard squeeze.
A gush of semen flew from the tip of Dipper’s cock. Pacifica reflexively closed her eyes and then she forced them open. She was curious and she didn’t want to miss anything. The white translucent fluid had reached the height of her head and continued upwards a little longer until it slowed halfway towards the bell and fell onto the floor soundlessly. However, it didn’t end there. Pacifica realized that a second gush had already left the tip and she eagerly kept stroking his cock, amused by the sight before her. After the fifth spurt nothing else came out of the tip but Pacifica kept obliviously stroking the shaft despite that. Dipper moaned and wiggled under her, grabbing her elbows from behind so that she stopped. Pacifica let go of his supersensitive cock and cleaned the drop of semen that had landed on her hand with her towel. She lay back on top of her panting boyfriend and stroked his cheek over her shoulder while Dipper hugged her.
“Wow, Dipper. That was pretty impressive.” She commented in amusement and gave his cheek a peck.
“Y-yeah.” Dipper’s dizzy head told him to agree at whatever she said at the moment.
“How was that for a first try?” Pacifica rolled on top of him and stared at his flushed face.
“I… I think you do it better than me.” Dipper’s eyes widened in disbelief and Pacifica giggled.
“If you liked that, imagine what I’ll do when I get some practice with your Big Dipper.” She rubbed his nose on his.
“Seriously, I find it hard to believe now that your laptop has a parental filter.” He joked.
“It does.” Pacifica reassured and then she smiled mischievously. “Trust me, Dork. If I were lying I’d make up something better like… I don’t know, like that your sister taught me how to give a handjob.”
“That would be awkward.” Dipper chuckled.
“Agreed.” Pacifica nodded casually but inwardly she was bursting into laughter at how easy to deceive her boyfriend was. “C’mon, let’s get to round two.”
Pacifica got off him and grabbed his half-boner to pump it softly and fuel some pleasure into it before it went into a refractory period. Dipper protested at the caresses on his oversensitive member and grabbed her hands.
“Princess, g-give me some rest.” He moaned and pulled back.
“You’ll rest later while we’re having lunch. Hold me this.”
Pacifica took off her towel and tossed it at Dipper’s face. Dipper lowered the towel very slowly from his face and he saw how Pacifica was lying on her back, her knees bent and her legs open wide, completely displaying all the charms her body had to offer. His half-boner twitched and achieved full strength in the span of a second. Pacifica stared at how the tip of his penis glistened with precum and she smiled sultrily, only increasing Dipper’s arousal.
“You didn’t hit the bell earlier with your Dippingsauce, but it was quite a show anyway.” Pacifica ran her hand teasingly along her body. “As a reward, I’ll let you cum anywhere on my body.”
“A-anywhere?” Dipper stammered as his cock twitched at the possibilities.
“Actually… No. Let me rephrase that.” Pacifica thought back, since she guessed Dipper was clearly going to say mouth. “I’ll let you choose where to cum between my twins, my belly and this special spot down here.” She concluded her statement by rubbing her mound.
“Well, Princess.” Dipper reached for her belly and stroked it. “I’d say it’s pretty obvious what I’m going to choose, isn’t it?”
Pacifica grinned and beckoned him closer. Dipper kneeled in between her legs, pulling her thighs on top of his and moving his knees apart to lower himself until his cock rested on top of her mound. Pacifica quickly reached for it but Dipper stopped her with a gesture. It was still a little too sensitive for Pacifica’s rather aggressive caresses. After a few more seconds Dipper felt comfortable enough and he began rubbing his cock along her nether lips.
“You can change your mind about where to cum, you know?” The heiress raised an eyebrow and patted her mound seductively.
“Nah, I’m just teasing you a little.” Dipper playfully slapped her clit with his cock.
“Don’t do that.” Pacifica rubbed her clit to calm the sudden surge that had risen there.
“How about we touch each other at the same time?” He suggested, stroking the hand on her clit and giving her a smile.
“Maybe later. I have a game in mind now and I need steady hands for it.” The heiress smiled mischievously and licked her palms to wet them. “Wanna play? I’ve decided to name it The Hand-Drill.”
Dipper nodded eagerly and stared at what she did with her hands. Pacifica put her hands together, palms flat, and opened one side slightly to simulate a small and very tight entrance. The heiress got her imitation of a vagina in front of Dipper’s cock and waggled her eyebrows playfully. Dipper caught on quickly and he thrust himself in between her hands. With the head of his penis between her two flat palms, Pacifica began to rub them together back and forth at an alarming speed, as if she were rolling a stick to make fire. Dipper yelped at the sudden spike of pleasure and pulled his cock out of her hand drill, panting in ecstasy. The heiress giggled and rubbed the simulated entrance on the tip of Dipper’s cock, inviting him inside again. Dipper grumbled and gave in to his impulses, sliding himself inside to get his cock rolled again. Pacifica alternated the direction and ran her hands very quickly down the shaft to give Dipper’s glans a break, only to return them back up to it a few seconds later.
The boy moaned his pleasure and leaned forwards, his fists resting on the bed above Pacifica’s shoulders. The heiress was once more bringing him quickly to the peak of pleasure. A strand of precum dripped from the tip and connected Dipper’s cock and Pacifica’s belly. Pacifica smiled and touched her belly with the head of Dipper’s cock as she pulled her boyfriend closer.
“You like this game, don’t you?” Pacifica commented teasingly.
Dipper tried his best to think of something to say, but pleasure was completely clouding his mind and he only managed to utter one thing.
“F-faster, please.”
Pacifica leaned forwards and trapped Dipper’s bottom lip between her teeth, pulling Dipper on top of herself and locking her legs around his waist. Dipper hugged her shoulders and they began a series of rough kisses while Pacifica changed masturbation strategies. The heiress made a C with the digits of her hand and began stroking Dipper with precision, one hand scaling down his shaft followed directly by the other and making sure to add extra pressure on the head of his penis. Pacifica added a gentle twisting motion on the way down his shaft and Dipper completely lost the rhythm of their passionate kissing, his mouth too busy panting in ecstasy.
The heiress felt him nearing orgasm and she racked her brains for something to say to excite him even more. Suddenly, the perfect nerdy words for the situation came to her mind. Pacifica moved her mouth to Dipper’s ear and whispered into it.
“Expelliarmus.”
Dipper felt like giggling at the reference, but instead he shuddered in pleasure and Pacifica felt his cock tightening in her hands. The heiress quickly changed her handjob technique to quick strokes up and down the shaft while she leaned her head closer to Dipper’s neck and gave the hickey on the side of it a gentle lick. Pacifica always found arousing to bite her boyfriend just to make sure every girl at school knew that Dipper was hers, and now she wanted him to associate that feeling to orgasmic pleasure. She opened her mouth and sank her teeth into the hickey on the side of Dipper’s neck. The sudden spark of pain surging on his neck effectively got Dipper off and he grunted with every rope of semen that left his cock to land on her belly.
“Ah! It’s so warm!” Pacifica gasped to excite him and arched her back at the contact with the semen.
Dipper moaned and a particularly strong gush of semen landed on Pacifica’s belly, connecting her navel and the underside of her left breast. When the barrage of semen stopped, Pacifica squeezed Dipper’s cock from base to tip to make sure all was out and then she let go of him. Dipper collapsed on his back beside Pacifica and began to giggle while panting in ecstasy.
“Expelliarmus? Really?” He turned to Pacifica with a teasing smile. “I thought you didn’t like reading that ‘nerd stuff’.”
“Hey, I haven’t read the books but I’ve watched the movies like, um, everyone?” She shrugged.
Pacifica examined curiously the mess Dipper had done on her belly. Gravity was making the most fluidly and transparent of the splatter to roll towards her sides and navel forming a puddle on the latter, while the thickest and whitest of the splatter stayed stuck in place.
“My gosh, Dipper. You made a big sticky mess!” Pacifica commented in amusement as she dipped a finger into the puddle of semen that had formed on her navel and raised it to her nose.
“Yeah… Sorry about that.” Dipper apologized and stared at Pacifica while she screwed up her face at the smell of the semen on her finger.
“Ew. What have you been eating?” She rubbed her finger clean in the mattress.
“Toasts with jelly.” He replied plainly.
“This smells as if you drank pool chlorine.” Pacifica countered and giggled.
“So… I take you didn’t like it?”
“I didn’t say that. Your dippingsauce smells gross but… it’s also pretty hot.” The heiress ran a hand along the underside of her sprayed breast and shuddered in pleasure at the tingling sensation Dipper’s warm semen was giving to her skin as she spread it.
“I—uh…” Watching Pacifica pat the semen puddle on her belly was making Dipper’s head dizzy. “I… I have more if you want to do this again in a couple minutes.”
“Why wait?” Pacifica got on her knees and drops of semen began rolling down her belly onto the mattress. “Stand up on touch yourself. I wanna feel your warm Dippingsauce on my boobs now.”
“I’m sorry, Princess, but I’ve never managed to do three in a row.” Dipper prompted up on his elbows and gave her an apologetic smile. His cock was already deep into its refractory period and it wasn’t going to react anytime soon.
“And I’ve never done this before yet I’ve just managed to get you off twice.” She countered with a mischievous smile. “Let me give you a hand with that flaccidness.”
Just as Mabel had described her the day before she came to the Shack, Pacifica moved her hand under Dipper’s testicles and stroked his perineum up and down, adding a little more pressure with each stroke. Dipper raised an eyebrow and looked at her quizzically.
“What are you—Wow.” Dipper felt a soft pull on his lower belly and his cock grew to a half-boner. “How did you do that?”
“I told you earlier. Female intuition.” Pacifica grinned. “Stand up and let’s go for the third round.”
Dipper stood up with a grunt. His head was spinning a little and he had to press his hands on the slopped ceiling of the attic bedroom to keep his balance. He wasn’t used to masturbate twice in a row, let alone attempt to go for a third, and his body was suffering the consequences. Dipper felt his eyes glossy and heavy, and his legs a little wobbly and quivery. He was about to suggest Pacifica to delay everything for a few minutes when a line of kisses that had started on his chest ended up on his lips.
“C’mon, my big dorky Dipper.” She whispered and gave his lips a few gentle nips. “Show me how much you love me.”
Pacifica’s attempts to excite him were having a great success against his somnolence. Dipper shook his head to snap out of his sleepy trance and moved both hands to his groin, one stroking the shaft of his penis and the other massaging his pubic bone. Pacifica smiled and pressed her mouth onto Dipper’s pec, giving a few flicks to his nipple with her tongue. The boy giggled and tilted Pacifica’s head upwards, bending over and kissing her. The heiress reached behind Dipper and swept her hands slowly along his back. She gave his butt a playful smack and squeezed it hard. Dipper parted the kiss and yelped in surprise.
“Nice butt. Firm and soft.” The heiress gave him a smile full of malice. “Shame I’m the girl and there’s not much I can do to enjoy it.”
Dipper gulped and felt suddenly grateful that he was the boy. Pacifica continued her kissing line downwards and played a little around Dipper’s navel, rejoicing in the musky scent coming from his body. The heiress gave a few licks to the area around his bellybutton and kissed it. His skin was salty due to the dried sweat, with a hint of vanilla from the hormones in it which Pacifica loved. Dipper reached for her breast with his free hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. She raised herself and pressed her breasts together, giving him an inviting look. Dipper stopped stroking himself for a second and used his cock to slap her breasts playfully, causing Pacifica to giggle. She grabbed his cock and slid it in between her breasts. However, the moment she tried to move, Dipper’s cock slid out.
“No offense, Princess, but I don’t think your boobs are big enough to do this.”
“Of course they’re big enough.” She snapped, proud of her breast size.
Pacifica slid his cock again in between her breasts and this time she interlaced her fingers together over Dipper’s shaft while pressing her breasts together. She tried to move her upper body back and forth to pleasure her boyfriend, but Dipper held her by the shoulders and rocked his hips instead. Pacifica saw how Dipper winced every time he thrust himself in between her breasts and she dropped some saliva on her cleavage to lubricate it.
“Better?” She raised her gaze back at him and smiled.
“Gosh, yes.”
Dipper pushed Pacifica’s hands away and held her breasts himself while he kept rocking his hips against his chest. The stimulation he was receiving came from the concept of using Pacifica’s warm breasts to pleasure himself rather than from the friction he was achieving, and it didn’t took long before he began panting. Pacifica used her now free hands to fondle his balls and raised her head to give Dipper a needy pout. She intended to let Dipper know she wanted him to cum, but she only earned a quizzical look in return. It was so rare to see Pacifica doing that particular expression that she had only managed to confuse her boyfriend. Pacifica quickly corrected her mistake and gave him a smug smirk instead.
Seeing Pacifica doing the face he loved so much caused a surge at the base of Dipper’s penis. He immediately let go of her breasts and began masturbating himself at a fevered pitch. Pacifica stared curiously at the blur of Dipper’s hand moving up and down the shaft and wondered whether that hurt or not. Dipper’s hips began twitching violently and Pacifica placed her forearms under her breasts to push them up, smiling at Dipper the whole time. A spurt of semen flew from the tip and landed on Pacifica’s chin, causing her to give a jerk of surprise. She quickly rose a little and the following spurts landed on her collarbones and breasts. When Dipper was done, he collapsed on the bed, panting heavily and massaging his overused genitals.
“Dipper, you’re missing the good part.”
Dipper raised his head and stared at Pacifica. She was still on her knees, her arms under her breasts to press them together. A strand of whitish fluid was hanging from her chin and slowly dripping onto her thigh. The rest of the splatter had pooled in her cleavage. Pacifica let go of her breasts and the semen rolled down her belly and pooled now in her groin. Dipper gave her a silly smile and thought it was one of the hottest things he had ever seen. He however frowned when realization about where his semen was pooling struck him.
“We shouldn’t do that.” He handled Pacifica the towel, the possibility of an unwanted pregnancy ever present in his mind.
“Relax, Dork.” Pacifica took the towel and wiped her chin first, cleaning the rest of her body next. “I already told you we were safe. Wanna go for round four?”
If Dipper’s genitals could talk, they would have protested at the idea quite loudly. He pushed his foreskin back in place and massaged his oversensitive glans, which was begging for a break.
“How about you touch yourself now?” He suggested.
The playful smile fell from her face and Pacifica ducked her head timidly.
“I don’t… really feel like doing that now.”
“Why not?” Dipper stared at her quizzically. He could clearly tell she was aroused, her clit swollen and her nipples completely erected. However, he also saw how she massaged her left wrist rather nervously. “Are you scared of your hand cramping again?”
“No, of course not.” Pacifica snapped, her previous shyness replaced by her usual smug behavior. “My hands are just tired from touching you all day, that’s all.”
Dipper smiled warmly. After four years, he already knew Pacifica like the back of his hand and he could perfectly tell she was afraid of suffering a cramp.
“C’mere.” He sat up and patted his lap.
Pacifica crawled up to Dipper and he turned her around, sitting her on his lap with her back against his chest. Dipper slid one hand under her butt and, much to Pacifica’s surprise, he managed to lift her up using only that arm. Then, he pulled Pacifica’s long blonde hair over her shoulders so that it cascaded over her front side, and lowered Pacifica back to rest on his lap. Before he laid her on his thighs, Dipper first cupped her butt with one hand on each cheek and gave it a gentle squeeze, leaning his head closer to her ear and whispering into it.
“Nice butt. Round, tight and firm. I’m so glad I’m the boy.”
The heiress giggled and reached up to Dipper’s cheek to stroke it.
“Squeeze it as much as you want, Dork, but remember it is exit only.” She teased and Dipper chuckled.
“Fair enough.”
Dipper lay back, rejoicing in the feeling of Pacifica’s naked back on his chest. He rubbed his cheek against hers to show Pacifica his affection as his hands began petting the blonde hair cascading over her breasts and belly. The blonde mane reaching down to her thighs resembled a fur coat, and knowing that Pacifica was completely naked beneath it drove the boy crazy. As his hands traced their way down, he found some spots along her hair that were hardened and stuck together. The heiress felt the soft pulls and frowned.
“What’s this?” She raised a lock of hair to her nose. It smelled of pool chlorine. Clarity dawned on the heiress and she glared at her boyfriend. “Oh no, your Dippingsauce is all over my hair!”
“Don’t worry, I’m certain it washes away with some water.” Dipper grabbed her hands and squeezed them so that she stopped worrying about her hair. “Maybe we could bath together later…” He gave her a hopeful smile but Pacifica kept her glare. “…or not.”
“It better wash away because if it doesn’t and I have to cut my hair, I’m also cutting something else.” The heiress threatened him and Dipper gulped, feeling fearful for his genitals. “Although… now that I think about it maybe I should cut my hair to this length.” She gestured below her breasts.
“No!” Dipper immediately replied and then he cleared his throat in embarrassment. “I mean, it’s your hair but… I kind of like it like this. It’s beautiful and… very, very long.”
Pacifica glanced down at her own hair. It usually took her close to an hour every morning to keep it both full and silky, but Pacifica had always thought it was worth it. Her hair was both her pride and her identifying characteristic. Beautiful, long, loose hair was a rarity, an indication of a woman's position, her status, the sign of a free woman, a woman who belonged to herself, and Pacifica loved how everyone turned to look at her full locks with a golden sheen when she walked down the street.
However, it also had it drawbacks and the most noticeable of them was how little practical it was. Her hair always got tangled in the branches whenever they went for a picnic to the forest. It had the bad habit of getting into her mouth when she was at the pool. In winter, it got trapped in her scarf. Money wasn’t a problem for Pacifica, but she had to buy shampoo and conditioner in bulk, once a week. There were also the jump scares. It wouldn’t be the first time they were in a rather dangerous mystery hunt and she had almost jumped out of her skin when her own hair had brushed her calves like a snake. But she found out about the biggest issue of them all last night. When Pacifica had topped Dipper, she had spent more time pushing her hair out of her mouth and face than enjoying her boyfriend.
“I’m definitely cutting it, but not so much.” She smiled at Dipper and asked him for input. “How about… a few inches above the waist?”
“Well…” He stroked her side with his palm until it ended up on her backside. “…with that particular hair length I could have a better look of this when you wear leggings.”
“And it’s still long enough for you to hug it while we sleep.” She added and Dipper blushed.
“Okay, waist-length sounds good to me.” He cleared his throat awkwardly continued petting her hair.
Pacifica wiggled a little on top of her boyfriend until she found a comfortable position. She found Dipper’s frame curious and very comfortable. His arms were strong and fairly muscled, giving her a sense of security every time he hugged her. His chest was hard and fit. Pacifica loved resting her head on it only to hear the relaxing sound of his thumping heart. In contrast, his belly was soft. Pacifica wiggled a little more and sighed happily, stopping Dipper’s petting of her hair so that he just hugged her.
The heiress raised her head and stared into Dipper’s eyes. His hazel eyes were warm and full of tender, with a gleam of intelligence behind them. He frowned almost immediately and analyzed her in search of something wrong, but Pacifica raised a hand and stroked his cheek to calm him. She closed the distance between their faces and pecked Dipper’s nose. The boy giggled and blushed, giving her a nervous smile that melted Pacifica’s heart. She was glad that under the lean muscular frame, the sparse chest hair and the light stubble on his chin, there was still the cute nervous twelve year old boy she had fallen in love with.
“Dippuuurrr…” She purred sultrily and nuzzled her nose on his. “We have two condoms left. Let’s make love first and have sex later.”
“Um…” Dipper hoped the following question didn’t ruin the ambience. “What’s the difference?”
“The difference is that for the first condom I’ll let you top and make love to me very slowly and gently, and for the second one I’m going to top and ravage you.” She gave him a hungry smile and Dipper chuckled.
“It’s a good plan, but mine is better.” He slowly pulled her hair to the sides, revealing her naked body as if he were opening a blonde curtain. “I’ll make love to you with those two condoms until you can’t feel your legs. While you’re resting, I’ll take a quick trip to the pharmacy to get a bigger condom box and then you’ll ravage me for the rest of the day.”
Pacifica licked her lips and she felt a soft pull right above her groin.
“How many condoms come in the big boxes?”
Dipper had already revealed her naked body and his hands were wondering where to touch first.
“Fifteen.” He whispered into her ear.
The heiress’s cheeks flushed red at the idea. She wiggled her backside against his flaccid cock in an attempt to wake it up.
“Are you sure your Big Dipper will be up to the challenge?” She asked teasingly.
“There is only one way to find out.” He replied playfully. “In the meantime, let me return a favor.”
Dipper opened his legs and Pacifica’s legs, which were on top of his, fell open too. He then wrapped one arm around her belly under her breasts as the other slid its way down towards her groin. His finger pads reached her clit and traced a lazy orbit around it, causing Pacifica to give a shuddering sigh of pleasure. She interlaced her fingers with the hand below her breasts and reached up with her other hand to stroke her boyfriend’s cheek. Dipper’s fingers were just what Pacifica needed to solve the itch on her clit without addressing her embarrassing cramping dilemma, and she couldn’t wait until Dipper took a deeper approach into the issue.
However, as if he had read her mind, Dipper retrieved his fingers from her clit and began patting her mound to cool it off. Pacifica couldn’t refrain herself from whimpering in clear need and she grabbed his hand, attempting to move it back to her urging clit.
“No, no, Princess.” Dipper smirked and kept his hand on her mound. “Either you touch yourself or I’ll tease you until you can’t hold back anymore. C’mon, it’s easy.”
Dipper grabbed her hand instead and guided it towards her groin. Pacifica bit her bottom lip and reluctantly petted herself, right above the clitoris. She gave Dipper a worried look, hoping that would be enough to make him take the lead from there, but Dipper ignored her and guided her hand a little lower, pushing one of her fingers inside herself. Pacifica inhaled as both her middle finger and Dipper’s got inside her vagina, and exhaled when only Dipper’s got out. She felt her insides wet, warm and, above all, good to the touch.
As Dipper began kissing her cheek and neck, Pacifica began sliding her finger in and out of herself but, when she began feeling the particular pleasurable surge in her groin and attempted to increase the speed, the heiress felt shivers going down her arm and she reflexively pulled her hand back.
“I-I can’t do it.” She sighed, completely disheartened.
Pacifica got off Dipper and slumped on her back beside him, her arms folded across her chest. She felt completely stupid at her inability of doing such a simple thing and wished that Dipper ignored her for the rest of the day. Dipper however, rolled onto his side and hugged her shoulders, nuzzling his nose on her cheek.
“That was enough for today. We’ll go little by little.” He said in a soothing voice. “Now, I’m sorry but I’ve to tease you until you cum.”
The heiress turned her head towards her boyfriend and she couldn’t help but giggle at his playful smile. Pacifica snuggled closer so that part of her back rested on Dipper’s shoulder and one of her legs draped over his thighs, spreading herself open while Dipper slid one arm under her back to hug her. His other hand landed on the knee over his legs and moved slowly towards her groin. Dipper ran his forefinger along her slit a few times to tease her and then he finally pushed it inside, resuming what Pacifica had started earlier. The heiress shivered and pulled Dipper into a kiss. She couldn’t understand why, but Dipper’s finger felt so much better than her own.
It didn’t take long for Pacifica to close her eyes and begin panting softly in pleasure. Dipper then smirked and slid his finger out, moving his hand towards her belly and stroking it in a slow circular fashion. Pacifica shot her eyes open and gaped at her boyfriend, wondering if it had been intentional. It totally had. She had almost tasted her orgasm before the progress faded, leaving her completely stressed.
“Why did you do that!?” She snapped, clearly upset about the ruined orgasm.
“You have to earn it.” He replied, enjoying his newfound position of power.
Dipper moved his mouth to her neck and began giving her light love bites as his hand returned to her groin. This time his finger pads played along her clit. His mouth moved to her earlobe and every time he nibbled it, his finger darted over her clit, sending a jolt of ecstasy throughout the heiress’ body. Pacifica was feeling it again. The delicious taste in her mouth, the tingling in her fingertips and the strong burning feeling in her groin was surging all at the same time once more, but more intense than the previous time. Just when she was tensing her neck to shriek her orgasm, Dipper again removed his hand from her groin and Pacifica gave him a whining demand.
“Dipper… Dipper, I-I really need to cum.” Pacifica panted heavily and looked at him pleadingly. Dipper in return raised an eyebrow and smiled smugly at her.
“Say the magic word.” He wanted her to humiliate herself and beg.
Pacifica gulped as if swallowing her pride and glared at her boyfriend, deciding that she would get back at him later.
“Please…”
“Well, since you asked so nicely.” He giggled and kissed her.
Dipper slid the arm under Pacifica a little further so that it reached for a breast, giving it a squeeze. With his other hand he teased her entrance, running his fingers along the folds at the sides of it. Pacifica rubbed her cheek against his, urging for Dipper to do it. She needed him to make her cum. Dipper used his index and ring fingers to deftly press her folds together, trapping her clit in between. He lightly brushed her clit with his middle finger and then he began to slowly move his hand from side to side. Pacifica felt her oversensitive clit being rubbed softly by the smooth folds of skins at each side of it rather than by Dipper’s finger pads, which she appreciated.
The sensation was strong, but not too strong to become uncomfortable. It was just the way she liked it. The leg on top of Dipper’s began shaking and she couldn’t stop it. Her hand began tugging gently from Dipper’s brown curls and she couldn’t control it. Her mouth began moaning nonstop and she couldn’t be any happier about it. Every nerve ending on her body began tingling and sparking pleasantly, and the tension of her previous three ruined orgasms accumulated in her groin was about to be released with a fourth, which threatened to overwhelm her. The moment could only be more perfect for her if Dipper did one simple thing.
“Dipper, say it—Ah! P-please, say it.” She managed to say between moans.
Dipper released her clit and patted it lightly, delaying her imminent orgasm for a few more seconds. He was a little doubtful about what she meant, but he moved his mouth to her ear and said the words anyway.
“Um… Cum for me, Princess?” He whispered in his best sultry tone.
“No, you idiot! Say that you love me!” Pacifica almost shrieked, her whole body a couple strokes from orgasm.
“Oh.” Dipper facepalmed inwardly. Pacifica had always been a romantic and he should have known those were the words. He stopped patting her clitoris corrected his mistake. “I’ve always loved you, Pacifica.”
As he said that, Dipper pushed his middle and ring fingers inside her, his palm pressed against his clit. Then, he moved his hand fervently from side to side, shaking her vaginal entrance and rubbing her clit in the process. Pacifica opened her mouth so widely her jaw hurt, releasing a scream of joy as her mind-blowing orgasm struck her. Her legs clamped once, twice and three times and she contracted the muscles on her stomach reflexively in an attempt to push Dipper out, but he kept his fingers inside, swirling them around her spasming inner walls.
Pacifica arched her back and opened her mouth to scream again, but her breath had left her long ago and only a quiet sound came out. A second smaller orgasm had just struck her from the constant stimulation. Her whole body spasmed and her hips rose over and over again until she did the tremendous effort of grabbing Dipper’s forearm to make him stop. The boy slowed down his swirling fingers until he pulled them out and rested his palm on her slit, hugging the panting heiress with his other arm and kissing her cheek. With every aftershock of her orgasm, Dipper could feel her vaginal entrance twitching and buzzing lightly, and he loved the feeling.
The accumulated tension finally left her body and gave room to the tingling pleasure of the afterglow. Pacifica inhaled deeply and her rigid body progressively relaxed. She snuggled closer to Dipper and stroked his cheek, giving his lips a gentle kiss in appreciation for the received pleasure.
“Gosh, Dipper… I just cummed my heart out.”
“Yeah, your leg is still twitching.” He commented in amusement and ran his hand along her shivering thigh. “And you got creamy!”
“I what?” Pacifica looked at her groin quizzically and noticed how a whitish fluid was oozing out of her vagina. Her cheeks flushed red in embarrassment. “I didn’t know I could do that.”
“It’s sexy. I made you cum.”
Dipper ran his finger along her slit, gathering some of the vaginal discharge in his finger. He gave Pacifica a sultry smile and raised the finger to his mouth. Dipper however regretted his actions almost immediately, the sudden sour taste causing his face to scrunch up.
“Does it really taste so bad?” Pacifica dipped a finger inside herself out of curiosity and raised it to her mouth. “Ew, this tastes like plain yogurt!”
“I was going to say sour oranges but now that you mention it, plain yogurt sounds better.” He giggled and took another try. “Mm. I could get used to it. I mean, I’ve eaten things before that tasted way worse.”
“Like what?”
“Hmm… Remember that time you surprised Mabel and I by attempting to make breakfast?” He smiled teasingly.
The heiress gasped and glared at her boyfriend.
“You said you liked my pancakes!”
“Oh, were they pancakes? The thing was so scorched I couldn’t tell.” Dipper laughed.
“Okay,” She breathed to calm herself. “I value sincerity in our relationship, but it really doesn’t matter because we’re so over. Call a limo to take me back to the manor.” The heiress folded her arms over her chest.
“If you leave now, you’ll miss round two...” He moved his hand to her groin and petted her mound. “…and rounds three and four, the cuddled up together nap, rounds five and six on the kitchen table and on the armchair respectively, round seven in the bathtub—”
“There’s no way the two of us will fit in that old bathtub you have in here.” Pacifica interrupted him, but her previous joke about leaving had completely left her mind.
“I’m open to suggestions.” Dipper snuggled a little closer and removed the hand from her groin, bringing her into a hug.
“I wanna do it…” She tapped her chin thoughtfully, a gesture the twins had rubbed off on her. “…tonight on the roof under the moon and the stars.”
Dipper gaped at her in admiration. That was a romantic scenario he hadn’t thought of earlier in any of his fantasies.
“And also,” She continued. “I wanna do it on your sister’s former bed with some of her sweaters beneath us.”
“That’s… weird. Why?”
“Because I want to rub it in her face, obviously.” The heiress shrugged. “Mabel is always bragging and teasing me about her ‘sexcapades’, and I wanna get back at her.”
“What ‘sexcapades’ are you talking about?” Dipper frowned on the spot.
“Sexual escapades, like last weekend when she sneaked into the public pool at night with her boyfriend and they got naked into the water to—“
“Yeah, I get the idea.” Dipper groaned and facepalmed. “I should talk to her about these ‘sexcapades’. She’s going to get into trouble eventually.”
Pacifica felt a small prickle of jealousy, but it faded quickly. She had accepted long ago that she would always have to compete for Dipper’s heart with his sister.
“How did she sneak out of the house?” Dipper pondered. “Mom always catches me when I try to do the same.”
“She has a grappling hook, Dork. She simply used the window of her bedroom.” Pacifica replied plainly. “You could really use one of those.”
“You know, I’ve considered it a few times but where do I carry something like that? It doesn’t fit in any pocket.”
“Where does she carry it?”
Dipper opened his mouth to answer but, after leaving it hanging opened for a few seconds, he had to close it.
“I have no idea. Let me check something out.”
The boy got off the bed and grabbed his own Journal from under it. It had a golden pine tree on the cover, with a black 1 in the middle of it. Pacifica’s eyes widened and reacted immediately.
“No, no-no-no. Dipper! Don’t go all nerdy now! We were having fun!” She protested, since she knew from experience that once her boyfriend got into his Journal it would be hours before he let go of it.
“It’ll be just a second.”
“No way, that’s what you said last time.”
Pacifica grabbed Dipper’s hand and pulled him on top of herself. His precious Journal fell to the floor and Dipper yelped, worried about some pages folding, but the heiress quickly made him forget about those worries by pecking his face aggressively.
“One more time, please.” She whispered, guiding his hand towards her groin. She couldn’t believe how useful the word ‘please’ was resulting.
Dipper got on his knees, leaned in between her legs and began teasing her by sliding only the tip of his finger inside her entrance while he lowered himself on the bed. Fingering Pacifica was fun, but he wanted to enjoy some of the other charms of her body as well, and he got his eye on two in particular. The boy engulfed a nipple in his mouth and gave a quick suckle to it meanwhile his free hand took care of massaging the other breast. Pacifica pressed his head against her breast and raised her hips, forcing Dipper’s finger all the way inside herself and moaning in sexual relief.
The boy released her breast and frowned at the heiress. She had just spoiled his teasing fun and he intended to make her pay for it. Pacifica read his facial expression and grinned, pulling Dipper’s face back onto her breast. Firstly, he gave a soft nip to her nipple, causing Pacifica to yelp at the sudden jolt of pleasure. Secondly, he increased the amount of fingers inside of her. Dipper slid his middle finger to help the already inside forefinger and moved them inside. Pacifica hummed appreciatively and pulled Dipper’s face onto her other breast. As Dipper swirled his tongue around the erecting nipple, he attempted to add his ring finger inside her too. Pacifica gasped, thinking her vagina wasn’t stretched enough to fit three fingers at the same time.
It however was stretched enough, and the heiress groaned the feeling of three fingers at the same time. Dipper traced a kissing line up to her face and began sliding his fingers slowly in and out, rejoicing in every groan he got out of the heiress. Pacifica was getting so aroused that her fluids were dripping all over Dipper’s palm. Three fingers felt great, but it soon felt a little too great for her comfort zone. Pacifica whimpered and pressed her hands on Dipper’s chest to stop him, receiving a worried look from her boyfriend.
“Just t-two, please.”
Dipper pulled his ring finger out and began moving his two fingers inside her more fluently. Feeling the clear difference, Pacifica ran her hands along her own hair and arched her back, rejoicing in the goosebumps that Dipper’s mouth caused to her chest as he traced a kissing line downwards. Dipper sat on his knees in front of her and pressed his free hand on her mound, rubbing her clit with his thumb while his other hand kept sliding its fingers in and out. The heiress lowered her hands to her breasts and played with her nipples, her mouth beginning to moan in complete delight. She didn’t think Dipper’s fingering could feel any better.
She was wrong.
The boy slowed his hand a little and stared at it with a raised eyebrow. He thought at first that his hand was getting sweaty, but he realized that it was all Pacifica’s vaginal fluids and he grinned. Dipper began exploring her inner walls and, by pure chance, his fingers rubbed a spongy texture on the top side of her vaginal walls, causing Pacifica’s whole body to twitch in pleasure.
“Ohh! Right there!”
“Here?” He tapped the spongy texture and she twitched again.
Dipper didn’t need an answer because Pacifica’s reaction was more than enough. He timed every light tap of her G spot with some light rubbing on her clit and set Pacifica’s whole body on fire. As the heiress felt her body nearing the peak of pleasure, she however felt an odd sensation too. Pacifica felt as if her bladder was getting full all of a sudden and she really needed to pee. Before she could say anything, Dipper increased the speed of his caresses and threw her over the edge. Pacifica squeaked in joy and pressed her thighs together once, opening them immediately afterwards, and then it happened.
Pacifica splashed Dipper right on the chest with a single gush of liquid coming out of her urethra opening. Dipper stared at her completely dumbfounded and Pacifica felt like dying of shame then and there, her cheeks crimson red and her eyes bulging out.
“What was that!?” They said at the same time.
“Did you just… pee on me?” Dipper asked, unsure of what to think.
“N-No! I went to the bathroom earlier! What did you—Did you break me!?”
“I-I was just—“
“I don’t want to be leaking everywhere!”
Dipper tried to explain himself, but Pacifica grabbed the pillow and covered her face with it, moaning in complete embarrassment. Dipper touched the fluid on his chest and analyzed it. It was clear and it didn’t smell like urine at all.
“I think you just squirted.” Dipper commented to himself rather than to Pacifica.
The heiress lifted the pillow just enough to stare at her boyfriend.
“Is that even a thing?”
“I thought it wasn’t, but apparently it is.” He smiled. “It’s not normal but it’s not bad either.”
“Oookay.” Pacifica huffed in relief. “I guess we’re even now. You made a mess on me and I made a mess on you.” She gave him a lopsided smile.
“Uh-huh.” He grabbed the towel to clean himself. “Which side did you use to wipe the semen?”
“Does it really matter?” Pacifica raised an eyebrow.
“I guess not.” He shrugged and wiped his chest clean.
Dipper tossed the now damp towel on the corner on the bed and stared hungrily at Pacifica. She darted her eyes from Dipper’s expression to his groin and gave a shuddering sigh. Dipper was hard again and Pacifica couldn’t wait to feel completely full. The heiress bent her knees and opened her legs, welcoming him on top of her and Dipper hugged her shoulders, smothering her face in kisses.
“Do you know what I’ve always wanted to do?” Dipper whispered, cupping her face and staring into her yes.
“To put it in my mouth?” Pacifica smiled teasingly at him.
“Aside from that.” Dipper blushed and cleared his throat. “I’m going to eat you out.”
“What?” She asked as her cheeks flushed pink.
“You heard me.”
Dipper gave her one last peck on the lips and then he began a kissing line downwards. Pacifica was still trying to make sense to what she had just heard. She had always thought that using the mouth down there was nasty, more so after what had just happened with her squirting incident. The heiress was about to dissuade Dipper when his lips reached her mound and his tongue gave a gentle flick to her clit.
“Oh-gosh!” Pacifica’s eyes rolled back in her head and her hips gave a jerk of surprise at the electric shock that had just been sent through her body.
The heiress grinned at her boyfriend and placed her feet flat on Dipper’s back, raising her groin slightly to grant him all the access he needed. Dipper leaned his face in between her thighs and inhaled deeply in her plain yogurt scent, which made his cock twitch in expectation. There was a faint scent of fresh flowers too which was familiar to him. Dipper pulled his head back and located the source of that scent: The end of Pacifica’s hair was poking under her butt of how long her hair was. Dipper petted the blonde locks a little and went back to her groin.
The boy ran his tongue in an S down her slit and lapped her nether lips repeatedly, cleaning all the vaginal fluids from her previous orgasms. Pacifica’s thighs quivered at every flick and she began tugging at Dipper’s hair gently, whispering his name to excite him. Dipper soon got used to the sour taste and began to find it quite intoxicating. He needed more. The boy separated her nether lips with his fingers and kissed her vaginal entrance, darting his tongue inside and running it as deep as he could along her vaginal walls.
Pacifica prompted herself on her elbows and began to pant heavily, staring at her boyfriend in clear need. She was close to the peak of pleasure. Dipper smirked and moved his hands to her breasts, digging his fingers into them and pulling roughly as his mouth engulfed her clit and his tongue darted left and right over it.
“Dipper, I’m cumming yes-yes-yes! Ahh!” She jerked her head back and gave a throaty moan of pleasure, her thighs twitching at eat side of Dipper’s face.
Dipper gave her breast one last hard squeeze and her clit one last soft suckle, and he let go of them. Her mound was buzzing with every aftershock of pure pleasure that surged throughout her body, and Dipper smooched the buzzing mound to rejoice in the vibrations he had caused her. When Pacifica regained her breath, she pulled from Dipper’s hair so that he looked at her.
“Now I get why you wanted to put your Big Dipper in my mouth so badly.” She giggled. “That was amazing.”
“Yup. From now on I’m calling you ‘Pacifica the Quick-Shot’, though. You didn’t even last a minute.” Dipper teased, resting his chin on her mound while talking to her.
“Leave the nicknaming to your sister. You’re terrible at it.”
The boy feigned being offended and lowered his mouth back to her vulva. It was time for round two. Pacifica squeaked and grabbed Dipper’s hands, interlacing her fingers with one and resting the other on her belly so that he tickled her, the latter hand tugging at his chocolate curls again. As Dipper continued giving smooches to her slit, he couldn’t help but wonder what to do now without being repetitive. A smile crept onto his face and a silly idea came to his mind.
Dipper opened his mouth and traced his tongue up her slit and then down her labia, forming a ‘D’. He ran it in between her lips and probed her clit to make an ‘I’. He traced a lazy circle around her clit and ran his tongue down her slit twice to make two ‘P’s. He however didn’t need to make the E nor the R because Pacifica had already pulled from his hair.
“Are you really tracing your name down there?” Pacifica looked at him in amusement.
“Actually, I was going to trace ‘Dipper was here’.” He commented and Pacifica giggled.
“Think of a sentence with more ‘O’s and ‘I’s, Dork.” She grinned, her clit itching for more. “Better yet, do some of those weird symbols in your Journal!”
“Oh, I love you so much.” Dipper grinned and went back to her vulva.
Pacifica let go of Dipper’s hand and chocolate curls and grabbed her own breasts, squeezing them roughly while she imagined the touch was Dipper’s. The heiress could still feel a pleasant tingling from her previous orgasm, and Dipper had almost thrown her over the edge again. Every lick of his tongue had an electric effect on her body, causing her breath to quicken, her muscles to tense and her legs to quiver. She raised her hips over and over again to meet the fantastic feeling of Dipper’s tongue until she couldn’t hold herself anymore and cummed.
Pleasurable prickles danced in her finger tips and toes, and a gradually increasing groan originated inside her throat. She tried to wiggle herself out of Dipper’s grip, but he didn’t let go of her yet. Dipper moved his hands to her backside and seized hold of it, raising her buzzing vulva to his face as he sat up on his knees, and burying his mouth into her slit. He groaned into her vaginal entrance and shook his face rapidly in a side to side motion, his tongue licking whatever it could. Pacifica gave a series of squeaks and her legs buckled nonstop over his shoulders, shocks of ecstasy overcoming her body.
Dipper let go of her hips when he finally needed to breath and Pacifica collapsed on her back, her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth constantly panting. Dipper climbed his way back on top of her and nuzzled his nose on her cheek.
“I could do this all day.” He sighed happily.
“I don’t think I can.” Pacifica opened her eyes and glared at her boyfriend. “I could barely breathe back there, you know?”
“We have to work on that stamina then. I’m taking you with me in my next mystery hunt.” Dipper giggled and moved to kiss her, but Pacifica pressed her hands on his chest to stop him.
“Ew, clean your face first.” The heiress looked at him in disgust. Dipper’s cheeks and chin were covered in her fluids.
“This is all you, Princess.” He countered and kissed her so that Pacifica tasted herself.
When they parted the kiss, Pacifica gave his cheek an experimental lick to taste herself again. It was as bad as the first two times.
“I don’t know how you kept your mouth down there for so long.” She murmured, her face scrunched up at the sour taste.
“That’s easy.” Dipper shrugged and smiled playfully at her. “I love plain yogurt, and I also love you.” He slid his hand between their bodies and gave himself a few pumps. “Wanna go for the main act? We have a schedule to follow and two condoms that are waiting to be used.”
The heiress was snapped out of her train of thought. She had been zoned out for a few seconds after Dipper began talking.
“No, I… I really feel like I should suck you off after this.” Pacifica commented and she felt Dipper’s cock twitching against her belly.
“You don’t have to do that.” The way she phrased it made Dipper frown. “I didn’t give you oral expecting oral in return.”
“My cute Dipper, when will you learn that love is not only taking, but also devotion and dedication?” Pacifica smiled warmly and cupped his cheeks. “Do you want me to give it a try and suck your Big Dipper? Because I’ll do it, you just have to say it.”
“Well I—uh… yes?” He babbled and then blushed. “I mean, as long as you want to do it...”
Pacifica giggled and got off the bed, beckoning Dipper to sit on the edge of it. She placed the pillow on the floor and kneeled comfortably on top of it in front of her boyfriend. Dipper’s cock was pulsing and he was giving her a nervous smile. Pacifica grabbed the shaft and gave it a few pumps, causing Dipper to quiver and moan. He was very aroused.
“You’re not gonna cum in my mouth the moment I put it in, are you? I’d like to have some fun first.” Pacifica stared at him warily.
“Honestly, I don’t know.” Dipper gave her a lopsided smile.
“Whatever. Who would be the ‘Quick-Shot’ then, huh?” She teased happily and Dipper blushed. “Just try not to get anything on my hair.”
The heiress landed a quick peck on tip of Dipper’s cock and his hips jerked upwards. She smiled and gave it a kiss this time, pressing the tip against her lips. Pacifica pulled her head back and licked her lips experimentally. The precum coming out of the hole in Dipper’s cock had turned out to be flavorless and the skin tasted salty. Not uncomfortably salty, but sweat-salty instead. She found out that the experience wasn’t as uncomfortable as she had deemed at first, but rather fun. Pacifica gave a quick flick of her tongue to Dipper’s cock hole and his whole body shuddered in pleasure.
“Please… Stop teasing me.” Dipper gave her a whining demand, urging for Pacifica to take a deeper approach to the situation.
Pacifica saw this as her chance of getting back at Dipper for making her beg earlier.
“You know, I’ve thought this through and I’m going to blow you depending on what you answer to this question.” The heiress gave him a smile full of malice. “Do you think about me every single time you touch yourself?” Pacifica asked, pressing Dipper’s shaft against her cheek and rubbing her face against it. She pulled his foreskin down and began massaging the head of his penis with her palm.
Dipper knew it was a tricky question and he pondered what to answer, but it was becoming hard to think with Pacifica massaging his glans.
“I… uh… yes?” He answered in a squeaky voice.
“You’re such a terrible liar.” She snorted and snickered. “When I get the handle of touching myself, I’m going to get off thinking of…” Pacifica thought of a name that could really hurt Dipper’s ego. “…Mabel.”
“Well, Mabel and I are twins so I’d take that as a half-victory.” He chuckled.
“You should take it as a total defeat. She has boobs, there’s no way you can compete with that.” Pacifica pointed out and Dipper frowned.
“Okay, now it’s me who’s leaving. Where are my pants?”
“If you leave, you’ll miss this.” The heiress said in a singing voice and ran her tongue along the underside of his cock. Dipper’s eyes bulged out and his hips rose to follow her movement.
“Oh my gosh, lick there again.”
“Here?” She grabbed his cock with both hands and rubbed with her thumbs the supersensitive thin ridge that ran the length of the underside of his penis where the head met the shaft.
“Y-yes.” Dipper gave a shuddering sigh at the stimulation of his frenulum.
Pacifica smirked and, as usual, she did whatever she wanted instead, earning a huge needy pout from her boyfriend. She traced a line of kisses down the shaft and engulfed his balls, sucking one ball meanwhile her hand masturbated the penis. There was a strong musky scent coming from Dipper’s groin which worked as the strongest aphrodisiac for Pacifica. The heiress instinctively drew one hand towards her vulva and petted her clit distractedly, with the sole intention of satisfying the itch there. Once she got bored of his scrotum, Pacifica ran her tongue along the underside of his shaft and engulfed the head of his penis in her mouth.
Dipper yelped and his hands instinctively dashed to her head, keeping the source of his pleasure close to his cock. A quick blue-eyed glare from the heiress and the feeling of teeth on his glans made him remove his hands immediately. Pacifica pulled his cock out of her mouth and looked at him.
“You can put your hands on my head. Just don’t choke me, okay?”
The boy nodded eagerly and Pacifica engulfed the head of his penis back into her mouth. Dipper petted her hair lightly and held it back so that it didn’t get in her way. Seeing Pacifica smiling at him with her deep blue eyes despite having the head of his penis inside her mouth had just become Dipper’s favorite moment of the day. Meanwhile, Pacifica gave a swirl of her tongue around his glans, feeling Dipper’s cock twitching inside her mouth. She loved the feeling and her fingers played a little faster with her clit. The heiress stuck her tongue to the bottom of her mouth and tried to take few more inches inside. She had always been a competitive person, and she took this as a game where she could only win if she managed to fit it completely inside.
Pacifica bobbed her head slowly on his shaft, getting another extra inch inside. Strands of accumulated saliva began rolling down his cock, making a mess on his groin. The musky scent filling Pacifica’s nostrils was intoxicating and her mouth began to taste sweet all of a sudden, an amazing feeling surging between her legs. Pacifica stopped playing with her clit and rubbed it furiously instead, moaning her pleasure and sending a buzzing sensation all over Dipper’s cock, causing him to moan too. Then, she pulled his cock put of her mouth and panted heavily.
“Are you okay?” Dipper asked worriedly, stroking her flushed cheek.
“Y-yeah. I… I think I just cummed on my own.” Her face had a confused expression at first, but soon she smiled in complete happiness at being finally able to touch herself.
“Oh. Um… congratulations?” Dipper gave her a lopsided smile, since he had never expected to congratulate someone for that.
Filled with a mixture of happiness and relief, Pacifica went down on his cock again and took as much as she could in her mouth, causing the tip to hit the back of her throat, earning a groan from Dipper. The heiress coughed and had to pull his cock out again.
“You don’t have to take so much inside.” Dipper gave her a worried smile and the hand on her cheek gave her a caring squeeze, which only increased Pacifica’s desire to give him pleasure
“I can take it.” She smiled defiantly.
Pacifica went down on his cock one more time, but now she had relaxed her throat beforehand. Inch by inch were disappearing into her mouth as his cock slid with a little difficulty down her throat, causing Dipper’s eyes to bulge out more by the second. When the tip of Pacifica’s nose bumped into his pubic bone, Dipper saw fireworks behind his eyes and groaned his deep-throated pleasure. The heiress held it for a few seconds and then she pulled back since she couldn’t breathe with all his length filling her throat. She stayed panting and coughing in front of his cock with a strand of saliva connecting her bottom lip and the head of his penis. Every time her warm breath reached his damped cock, it twitched.
“Ready to cum in my mouth, Dork?” She asked sultrily as she ran her tongue along her lips
Dipper nodded eagerly and grinned. Pacifica held his cock still with one hand and began bobbing her head on it, making his glans hit her palate and swirling her tongue around it every time she pulled out just enough of the shaft. Dipper moaned his immense pleasure and used the hands holding her hair to aid her movement, his hips twitching more violently after every bob of her head. When she felt his cock was beginning to pulse, Pacifica smirked and pulled his cock out of her mouth with a loud ‘Pop!’.
“Finish it” The heiress whispered and Dipper’s hands dashed to his shaft, masturbating it furiously.
Pacifica sat on her knees and looked at him with her blue eyes, her mouth open and her tongue hanging over her bottom lip, waiting for Dipper to release his seed on it. Her hands moved lazily and reached under his balls, massaging his perineum softly and setting Dipper’s body on fire. Dipper groaned and a gush of semen left his cock, giving Pacifica a whitish moustache. The heiress frowned and raised herself a little to correct the trajectory. She wanted Dipper to cum in her mouth, not all over her face. The next splatter however landed on her chin. Pacifica groaned and, since Dipper was running out of ammunition, engulfed the head of his cock. The boy yelped when he felt her tongue overstimulating the underside of his glans, and a gush of semen flew past her tongue directly into her throat down the wrong pipe. Pacifica pulled back and coughed. Another splatter landed above her left eye and she had to close them shut, feeling the last one landing on her bell-shaped bangs and over her head.
Once the barrage of semen ended, Pacifica wiped her eyes clean with her fingers and scowled at her boyfriend.
“My gosh, Dipper. Way to get it everywhere!”
Dipper stopped panting his overwhelming pleasure and raised his head to look at Pacifica. He couldn’t hold himself from bursting into laughter. Pacifica had splatters of semen all over the face, including a moustache, a dripping goatee, an unibrow and even a hairline.
“This is seriously not funny.” She grumbled.
“S-sorry, sorry.” Dipper wiped a tear off his cheek. “So… how does it taste?”
“I… don’t know.” Pacifica complained while wiping her face clean with the towel. “The little I managed to get in my moth went straight down my throat. Let’s see.”
The boy guessed Pacifica was just going to take some semen from the towel and taste it.
He guessed wrong.
Pacifica grabbed his fading erection and licked clean the strand of semen that was hanging from the tip, sending a jolt of ecstasy through his oversensitive penis. The heiress savored the new taste in her mouth and screwed up her face.
“It’s like… saltwater.” She replied plainly. “But I’m not doing this precisely for the flavor anyway.”
As she said that, Pacifica took his half-boner into her mouth and slurped his cock. Dipper had to blink a few times, fireworks invading his sight as he felt his cock hardening again inside her mouth. The heiress hummed appreciatively and pulled him out of her mouth, trapping the edge of his foreskin with her teeth and pulling playfully from it.
“Wow, Dipper. If I had known earlier that all it took to get you hard again was a quick suck, I would’ve got your Big Dipper in my mouth an hour ago!” She giggled as she wiped her lips with the back of her hand. “What do we do now?”
“Let’s not waste any more time. We’re already behind on schedule.”
Dipper growled and pulled Pacifica onto the bed. They rolled until they rested on their sides, Dipper on the wall side of the bed with his chest against Pacifica’s back. His hands began roaming through her body, petting her nipples lightly and tracing lazy circles around her navel to tickle her. Pacifica wiggled a little and tried to roll onto her other side, but Dipper prevented her from doing so.
“I’m going to make love to you while we spoon together...” He whispered into her ear as held her leg up and teased her entrance with the head of his penis from behind. “…so that I can enjoy your beautiful long hair before you cut it, and along the way press that spot inside you that makes you squirt…” Pacifica’s body began shaking, her clit urging for either Dipper’s cock or hands to pay attention to it. “…but I need your ticket first, Princess.”
As his mouth worked her earlobe, Pacifica fumbled the bed hastily until her hands landed on the box of condoms, fishing one out and handling it to Dipper over her shoulder. The naked head of his penis was removed and her leg was lowered, only to be raised again and feel the latex probing her entrance again a few seconds later but it didn’t try to slide in. The moment Pacifica turned her head to see what was wrong, Dipper brought her into a passionate kiss over her shoulder and plunged himself inside. The heiress let out a groan of pleasure and her body quivered at being finally full.
Dipper pulled her a little closer with his free arm and her silky blonde mane entered in contact with his chest, his face and, most importantly, his groin. Dipper rejoiced in the scent of fresh flowers coming from her hair and hugged her tightly, his arm moving over her breasts. Sliding himself in and out from behind, his cock rubbed very lightly the spongy texture in her vaginal walls, causing Pacifica to whimper and raise one hand to stroke her boyfriend’s cheek, urging for more. Dipper panted into her ear to excite her and Pacifica shuddered in pleasure, moving one hand to rub her clit. She was close to the first orgasm, and she called it the first because Dipper didn’t seem to have any intention of stopping at all.
SLAM
“DIPPER! PACIFICA! YOU GUYS HOME?”
The couple’s jaws fell open when they heard the voice of Mabel downstairs. They parted the embrace so fast that Dipper hit his back on the wall and Pacifica almost fell off the bed, but just as fast sounded the footsteps running upstairs. In the last second, Pacifica pulled the bed sheets up to her neck and Dipper up to his waist.
Mabel burst into the attic bedroom, smartphone in hand.
“Mabel! Mabel! Don’t—” Dipper made a gesture to stop his energetic sister to no avail.
“Smile for the Trimestral Happy-Friendship surprise picture!” She took the picture.
The cheerful brunette then realized the situation in the attic bedroom and lowered the smartphone from her face, her jaw hanging open. The couple didn’t know what to expect of someone as random as Mabel. Dipper thought she was going to freak out and go into Sweater-Town. Pacifica was more afraid of Mabel running up to them and hugging them. Mabel, however, did something completely different.
“Oh my gosh!” She pointed in their general direction and took a few steps forwards. Then, she suddenly bent over and grabbed the purple bra from the floor. “I have the exact same bra but in pink! Although I think mine is smaller.” She pressed Pacifica’s bra on her chest and then tossed it back onto the floor.
Pacifica giggled at how random her best friend was and Dipper facepalmed.
“Mabel, you have to delete that picture. Right now.” Dipper threatened his sister very seriously. “If you hang that on the wall or place it in your scrapbook, mom and dad are killing me the moment they see it.”
“And my parents are killing me too!” Pacifica added, suddenly worried at that outcome.
“Yeah, yeah. Later.” Mabel waved her hand dismissively and picked up the damp towel from the bed with her fingertips, waving it in the air. “Looks like I’ve missed quite the party! How was the fappity-fap-fap, lovebirds?”
“Actually, in the end we did it.” Pacifica grinned.
“Really?” Mabel squealed and sat on the edge of her former bed. That was the moment Dipper began to think she wasn’t going to leave. “I wanna know all the details!”
“What? No!” Dipper quickly declined the idea. “Weren’t you supposed to be on a road-trip with Soos?”
“I was, but all the tourists traps are closed this early in the summer and we came back early.”
“And why didn’t you go straight back home then?”
“You guys didn’t read my messages? I texted Pacifica a few pictures last night.” Mabel grabbed the heiress’ jacket from the floor and searched the pockets until she found her smartphone. “See? Here I’m making a bet with Soos about owls not feeling attracted to shiny things. Here I am tossing my keys in the air to prove my point aaaaaand here I am without keys. Turns out they do like shiny things.”
“Oh, okay.” Dipper saw a little hope. “My keys are there in my jeans pocket. You can grab them and go home. If mom asks I’m in the manor.”
His hope however was crushed rather quickly.
“Sure. I’m not leaving yet, though.” Mabel smiled playfully and leaned closer to Pacifica, who was on the side of the bed closest to Mabel. “Tell me, tell me. How’s my brother in the bed? Does he make weird noises? Silly faces?”
Dipper’s face blushed crimson red and he hoped Pacifica didn’t answer that and told Mabel to leave. The heiress, however, had finally something to talk about with her best friend when this topic arose and she wasn’t going to miss the chance of gossiping.
“Dipper does a little bit of everything, especially when I bite him.” She giggled.
“P-Pacifica!” Dipper squeaked.
“Don’t be embarrassed, bro-bro! I also make faces and noises when I get a hickey like that.” Mabel cheered and pointed at the bite marks Dipper had on the side of his neck.
“I didn’t need to know that!” He protested and covered his neck self-consciously.
Mabel ignored her brother and turned to the heiress.
“Did you do that thingy I told you about?” Mabel asked, making a ring with one hand and placing the other hand on top of it, all while she twisted the ring.
Dipper recognized the gesture very well and turned to Pacifica, whose cheeks were pink.
“Mabel is your ‘female intuition’?” Dipper’s eyes widened in complete disbelief.
“Well… maybe?” Pacifica giggled nervously and Dipper groaned. “Oh, c’mon! She’s like an expert in this!”
“Sure thing I am!” Mabel puffed out her chest. “When you’re an expert matchmaker like me, you have to know what makes a guy tick.”
“My girlfriend asks my sister for advice about how to touch me. This isn’t happening.” Dipper covered his face with his hands and slumped back on the bed.
“Dipper, if you keep taking this so seriously, I’ll call you the drama queen from now on.” Mabel threatened jokingly.
“See? I told you she better than you at making up nicknames.” Pacifica giggled.
Dipper moaned under his hands.
“Oh, sis, I really needed to ask you something.” The heiress grabbed a lock of blonde hair and held it out to the brunette. “Does this wash away with water?”
Mabel had a look at the blonde lock and nodded.
“Yup. I had to deal with that a few times, and after rinsing my hair a little it was all gone. It has to be cold water, though. Warm makes it worse.”
Dipper scowled as he accidentally pictured in his mind his sister receiving a facial.
“Could you two please stop talking about that?” He snapped.
“Just one more question.” Pacifica pressed the bed sheets to her chest and leaned closer to Mabel, whispering so that Dipper didn’t hear them. “So… I got a little experimental earlier and now I think I feel his thingies swimming inside my stomach. Is that normal?”
The cheerful looked curiously at the couple and then she burst into giggles.
“There’s nothing wrong with it, but that’s why I always prefer to spit instead of swallow.”
Dipper hadn’t heard the question, but he had perfectly heard the answer. His face paled and he looked in disbelief at the two girls.
“Okay. That’s it. Mabel, eyes up. I’m coming out.”
Mabel quirked an eyebrow at first but she respectfully raised her gaze to the ceiling when her brother got off the bed. Dipper took off the condom and covered his groin with his boxers and pants, heading to the door.
“You wanna gossip? Then gossip.” He grumbled. “I’ll be waiting downstairs.”
After saying that, Dipper left with his clothes covering his front side, failing to realize that he was giving both girls a good view of his backside. Pacifica then turned to Mabel with a playful smile.
“My boyfriend has a nice butt, huh?” She commented proudly.
“Meh, I’ve seen better.” Mabel shrugged impassively.
“Really? Tell me, tell me!”
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