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A camping trip with Mabel	By : Lennoxmacduff Category: +G through L > Gravity Falls Views: 19651 -:- 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
- 4
- 5
- 6
Warnings: Pseudo Incest, Size Difference, Scent Kink.
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The logical place to search for the dildo was Mabel’s tent, but Dipper couldn’t see her on the hammock, and he imagined she would be in her tent. That made things difficult. He took a peek through the window, wishing wholeheartedly not to catch his twin masturbating and cause a conflict with his current erection, and then he was relieved to find out she was just sleeping soundly with one leg out of the sheets. He slid a hand into his swimming trunks to see if he could somehow calm his penis down a little, since he didn’t see it a good idea to enter his sister’s tent with such a noticeable boner, but his erection seemed to be a very good one. Dipper considered rubbing a quick one out and cleaning himself with some tree leaves, but he didn’t want to waste his load. Groaning about his situation, Dipper very carefully opened the zipper of Mabel’s tent and got in with his full erection, only to find out about another issue.
The floor of Mabel’s tent was entirely covered in squeaky plush toys as if it were a minefield, which Dipper recognized as Mabel’s trademark defense against intruders. He found it amusing yet troublesome. He was very well aware that if he stepped on one, Mabel would wake up and his chances of getting the dildo would end there, but he had to praise her creativity nonetheless. Dipper walked further into the tent, careful not to step on any toy, and with his back bent; their tents were way smaller than Pacifica’s, and then he wondered where he could find her dildo.
Dipper examined his sister first. Mabel was wearing a sleep mask and sleeping on her back, one hand over her head and the other draped on her belly, one leg under the sheets and the other out and off the mattress. She had taken off the sweater for sleeping and was wearing her magenta tank top and purple shorts. Dipper didn’t see the dildo anywhere on her mattress, so he went to her travel bag and opened it very, very slowly.
ZAP!
Three snakes-in-a-can sprang out of Mabel’s travel bag all of a sudden when Dipper opened it, and one of them hit him right in the forehead. It didn’t hurt at all, but it startled Dipper so much that he yelped and fell back on Mabel’s air mattress.
“Huttah!” Mabel woke up and then she immediately grappled her legs around Dipper’s armpits and pulled him on top of her, her hands quickly touching his face to see who it was since her eyes were still covered by the sleep mask. “Who’s this? Dipper? Pacifica sent you to prank me?”
“What? Mabel! Let go of me!” He tried to break free, but Mabel’s legs had a strong grip around him and from behind.
“You’re refusing to talk, huh?” Mabel stuck her tongue out and gave Dipper’s cheek a long lick. “What about now?”
“Ewwww! Mabel!” Dipper protested.
“Hey!” She savored the taste in her mouth. “Your cheek tastes kinda sour!” Mabel gave him two more licks. “I taste… Greek yogurt and what else?”
Dipper flushed red and his eyes widened as saucers when he realized Mabel was savoring the traces of Pacifica’s vaginal fluids around his mouth.
“Nothing!” He quickly lied. “Just yogurt! Look, I’m not here to prank you. Let me go and I’ll explain it.”
“Okay, but don’t run away or I’ll camp your tent until you’re back!” She joked.
Mabel released the vicious grip of her legs and let Dipper stand up. She then finally removed her sleep mask and sat up, giving her brother a smile. Her eyes, however, stopped halfway up his body and her mouth hung open. There was a throbbing bulge in Dipper’s swimming trunks and, since he was standing up with his back lightly bent over, it was at the height of Mabel’s face.
“Mabel, I need to ask you a huge favor.” Dipper started speaking and pressed his hands together to show her how serious he was.
“Um…” Mabel flustered. “I don’t know… I’m not that kind of sister, and Pacifica would spank my butt so hard if she found out that I wouldn’t be able to sit down in a week, so…” She started tracing circles awkwardly on the bedding with her finger.
“What?” Dipper then looked down and spotted his ragging erection. “Oh my gosh! No, no, no, no!” He covered the bulge with his hands.
“Hey, it’s okay.” Mabel attempted to calm him down. “It’s not your entirely fault. I have to take some of the blame for being irresistibly cute.” She shrugged.
“I’m not here for that!” Dipper squeaked. “Why on Earth would you think I’m here for that!?”
“Oh, you’re not? Phew.” Mabel sighed in relief and tilted her head. “Well, I don’t know. It’s you who entered my tent with a boner.” She reached out for the hand covering his erection, and gave it two squeezes. “Honk-honk!”
“Mabel!” Dipper shrieked and slapped her hand away. “Don’t do that!”
The cheerful brunette burst into giggles.
“Sorry, bro-bro, but you’re too much fun.” She patted the bed next to her. “Sit down and tell me about that favor. Unless you’re comfortable bending your back like that.”
Dipper slumped down next to her, his hands still covering the bulge in his swimming trunks, and then he groaned at how awkward he felt, and at how what had just happened would bother him for a few weeks.
“Well?” Mabel nudged him. “What was the favor? You know you can always count on me to help you out!” She cheered enthusiastically.
“I sneaked into your tent because…” Dipper sighed. “…I really need to borrow your dildo right now.”
“My dildo?” Mabel shot both eyebrows up in bewilderment.
“I promise I’ll wash it before returning it, but I really need it now.” He insisted.
“Uh…” Mabel gave him an awkward smile. “I know we’re twins and we share everything and all that, but… EW!” She shuddered in revulsion. “I'm not using something that has been in your butt regardless of how many times you wash it. Nuh-huh! BOB is mine and I’m not letting you borrow it for that!"
“It’s not for me!” Dipper groaned and facepalmed soundly. “Gosh, what’s happening to us with all these misunderstandings today?”
“Then… Ohhhh!” Clarity dawned on Mabel as her eyes widened, and then she grinned teasingly. “So Paz-Paz did send you to prank me after all! What has she promised you for bringing her my dildo?”
Dipper looked down and a stupid smile crept over his face.
“Everything.” He flushed red and didn’t say anything else.
“Hmm…” Mabel drummed her fingers on her knees. “I guess… I could always get a new one on the trip back home, and I kinda feel I owe you guys after interrupting earlier, so…” Mabel reached under her pillow and fished out what looked like the phone wool pouch she had been knitting earlier. She removed the sheath to pull out her rainbow colored glass dildo with beads on the shaft, and offered it to him.
“You would do that for me?” Dipper’s eyes sparkled full of gratitude.
“Yup!” Mabel nodded. “I’m the big sis after all! Gotta take care of you two dummy lovebirds.”
“Oh my gosh, thank you!” Dipper tackled her into a hug and kissed her cheek. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”
“Okay, okay.” Mabel chuckled and pushed him away. “It’s kind of weird that you hug me with that boner poking my thigh.”
“Sorry!” Dipper immediately parted away. “Sorry, sorry. So…” He grabbed the dildo by the handle and smiled awkwardly without knowing how to express his need to leave.
“Go bonk her brains out, soldier!” Mabel saluted him militarily. “Just try to keep the screaming to a minimum. I’m trying to sleep here.”
Dipper thanked her once more and then he rushed out of the tent. He ran fast to the river, feeling absolutely joyful and full of energy. His long awaited creampie was at last within grasp, and he couldn’t wait to have sex with Pacifica and filling her up again and again until passing out balls deep inside her. And the only thing he had done to achieve it was taking something valued by his sister from her.
The boy slowed down until he stopped in the middle of the forest.
“Am I really going to do this for a silly rump?” He looked down at the dildo and frowned.
Inside his chest, Dipper felt a small yet overwhelming pressure that, even if it was masked almost completely by sexual arousal, it was still there, and it was guilt. He felt angry and disappointed at himself.
On one hand, he had craved to creampie Pacifica ever since they had started making out years ago. Whether it was because of a reproductive instinct or just sexual drive, he didn’t know. He only knew he wanted it. The few nude slips they had while growing up didn’t help calming that desire down at all, let alone how she had let him drive into her raw for their first time, but even then he had never protested about the condoms or asked her to take the pill. It was her body, her rules. He was happy with their sexual relationship using protection and not worrying about undesired consequences, but ever since Pacifica had relit his creampie fetish back in the mall, he had been having trouble thinking about anything else, and now that he had it all within reach, his penis was demanding him to do whatever it took to achieve it.
On the other hand, even if Mabel had taken the joke a little too far, Dipper didn’t think she should be pranked to this level. The boy had thought Pacifica would demand Mabel to take off her pants, since that way they would be even by having seen each other’s bottoms bare, and Dipper would have been okay with that. Pacifica however had bribed him with sex in exchange for stealing from his own sister, and while Dipper was used to have Pacifica reinforcing her arguments with her beauty; usually by hugging his arm and pressing her breasts against it as she insisted, he was worried about how far she would take it if he kept consenting her that behavior, and what kind of person he would become if he kept giving in to it.
At the same time, however, he wondered if he was just pondering everything too much.
Dipper thought about it for five full minutes, and then he sighed and walked back to the tents. He opened the flap of Mabel’s tent and got inside.
“Um… Mabel?”
“Wha-What?” Mabel sat up, her sleep mask again covering her eyes. “Dipper, is that you? Heh, I had a very funny dream. You came in with a boner asking me to…” She removed her sleep mask. “…Oh. I knew there wasn’t enough glitter in it to be a dream!” She slapped her thigh and looked slightly displeased at being wrong, but then she quickly started smiling again.
“Here.” Dipper handed her the dildo.
“Did… um… Pacifica like it?” She asked awkwardly after grabbing it warily, seeing how it was apparently clean.
“You’re a fast sleeper. I didn’t leave that long ago.” Dipper smiled teasingly, and then he gave a disheartened sigh, but full of serenity. “She didn’t get to use it. I changed my mind.”
“Say wha…?” Mabel’s eyes widened as saucers. “You put your foot down? Against Pacifica? And you lived?”
“Well…” Dipper rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment. “She doesn’t know about it yet, and I guess she won’t be happy, but I didn’t feel it right to take something from you just because she bribed me. Besides,” He looked down and smiled faintly. “Don’t tell her about this, but I kind of found your joke funny.”
”Aw… Thanks, Dipper!” Mabel beamed with pride after someone finally caught her joke, and then addressed the topic that interested her. “So you did put your foot down!” She was astonished. “Wow, bro-bro. I don’t know what she’ll think of it, but if you and I were dating, you would’ve just passed a test!” She praised.
“Huh.” Dipper quickly cupped his chin thoughtfully. “Maybe it’s actually that? I mean, I was assertive, right?”
“With a capital 'a'!” She grinned, proud of her brother.
“Something creative, something creative…” Dipper racked his brains for a second. “Got it! Thanks, Mabel! I’ll try to keep it low so that you can sleep.”
“Don’t bother about it.” Mabel stretched and yawned. “You have woken me up twice already! I’ll have to put a lock on that flap if I want to catch some shuteye around here!”
“Sorry.” Dipper smiled sheepishly.
“You’re lucky I don’t hold grudges, even though I’ve been up since six in the morning…” She rubbed her eyes drowsily. “I guess I’ll get up in five minutes and knit something.”
“Don’t peek then!” He teased her and left her tent.
Dipper ran back into Pacifica’s tent. He breathed deeply a couple times in the hall to calm himself, and then he entered the bedroom of the tent.
Pacifica was sat up on the bed, her legs crossed, and munching the chips. She hadn’t liked them much at first, but they had an acquired taste and now she loved them to the point of almost wolfing the bag down. The busty blonde quickly stopped, slightly embarrassed at her hypocrisy with the lack of etiquette eating the chips, and cleaned her mouth with the back of her hand.
“Do you have it?” She talked before Dipper teased her about her lack of manners, and brushed a few crumbs off her breasts.
The boy took a second to appreciate how her breasts jiggled while being cleaned.
“I don’t have it, but…” He interrupted her before she opened her mouth to protest. “…I have something better than the biggest dildo you could imagine. What do you say?”
“Hmph…”
Pacifica feigned to consider it for a second. In truth, she would accept whatever Dipper had come up with for the sake of having fun and passing time, but she wouldn’t miss the opportunity of seeing her boyfriend suffering a little.
“Well, I don’t think we can do this since you failed to do your part…” She giggled inwardly when Dipper looked completely desolated. “…Buuuut you really caught my interest. What is it? Is it magical?”
“Just a little.” He perked up and grinned mysteriously. “Close your eyes, and lie on your back. Here, at the foot of the mattress.”
It took a second for Pacifica to agree. Even if she fully trusted Dipper, she wasn’t a fan of the kind of surprises that required her to close her eyes and be fully vulnerable to a possible pranking. Dipper’s mysterious smile had however spiked her interest even more, and now she was very curious. Curious enough to open one eye just a tiny bit after placing herself in the position he had requested.
“Hey!” Dipper threw some of her hair over her eyes. “No cheating!”
Pacifica smirked, but complied and kept her eyes closed shut after readjusting her hair. Through the closed eyelids, she noticed a blue flash, and heard Dipper grunting with some effort. Pacifica then felt how everything got darker, as if something was put in the way of sunlight over her face. A powerful yet arousing musky scent invaded her nostrils and she frowned. The smell was familiar. Something wet and warm dripped on her lower belly, causing her to quiver and reach out for whatever Dipper was holding over her.
“What the…?” Her first impression when she opened her eyes was that Dipper was holding his thigh over her face and chest, but his thigh had never been so hard, neither had it throb before or had a huge scrotum attached to it.
“Surprise!” Dipper dropped on his knees and let his 40 inches long penis fall on top of Pacifica’s face, chest and even part of her belly of how big the penis was.
Her reaction was not what Dipper had expected. Pacifica got so startled by such a huge cock dropping on her face that she shoved it aside and hurriedly crawled towards the opposite end of the bed, staring at it as if something horrible had happened to Dipper. The penis was huge, so big Dipper had to constantly hold it with his hands to keep it from toppling him over. The shaft was thick like his thigh, the balls were big as a sack of potatoes, and his glans was oozing a bead of precum big enough to fill a shot glass.
“You don’t like it.” Dipper interpreted her reaction.
“Oh my gosh, what did you do!?” Pacifica practically shrieked. “You ruined it!”
Dipper chuckled when he realized Pacifica thought it was permanent.
“Don’t worry. I just grew it with the magic flashlight. I can shrink it back when we’re done.” He pointed at the flashlight resting on the table.
“But…” Pacifica tilted her head to the side. “Why didn’t you just bring the dildo instead of doing this? What on Earth made you think this was a better idea than the dildo?”
“Mabel kind of caught me and… I didn’t want to steal from my sister.” Dipper smiled sheepishly. “Later I figured that maybe this whole thing could be a test where you wanted me to be assertive and say no, and then be creative and do something different from what you had asked—”
“Or maybe I just thought her dildo was awesome and wanted to try it myself.” Pacifica pinched the bridge of her nose. “Really, Dork. You overthink stuff sometimes. What are we going to do with something that big? It won’t fit anywhere without killing me!”
“Well… I’ve been actually improvising for a while now, so… I don’t know.” Dipper rubbed the back of his head at his inability to proceed without a plan. “Maybe we can fool around for a while like this, and then I can shrink it for the main event? Only if you want to, of course.”
Pacifica frowned at him, and then measured the humongous penis with her eyes. She was a hundred percent positive that not even the glans would fit in her mouth, let alone in her vagina.
There was however certain attractive to it. The first thing she noticed was how its throbbing was way more entrancing now that it was that big. The hormonal scent coming from it was also quite inviting, and the way Dipper wiggled made his oversized shaved balls dangle from side to side in an almost funny way.
The wealthy blonde crawled towards the oversized penis and rested a hand on it. The shaft gave a little jerk at her cold palm, like the head of a horse reluctant to be petted, and a bead of precum oozed out of the tip and dropped to stain the bedding.
“This…” Pacifica shuddered at how the potent musky odor assaulted her senses; her vulva tingling while a trickle of excitement dribbled down her leg. “…This may turn out to be pretty hot.”
“You like it then.” Dipper felt slightly embarrassed at having her staring so intently at his humongous penis. “So… what do we do?”
Pacifica shushed him and pushed his penis up, almost making Dipper lose his balance. The boy sat on his knees and held his oversized penis vertically against his chest with his arms, the tip practically brushing his chin, as Pacifica traced a line of kisses down the shaft. Once she reached the scrotum, she grabbed each potato-sized testicle in one hand and grinned broadly as if she had been brought her favorite meal to the dining table and didn’t know where to start. She could feel his testicles hot and heavy with cum.
The horny blonde trailed small pathways of saliva over his shaved balls as she caressed and fondled them. She tried putting one in her mouth but not even that fit inside her. They were like a potato each. Giving up on engulfing his balls, Pacifica spread them and then buried her face in the spot where the shaft met the scrotum. His musk assaulted her senses mercilessly, overloading them with his thick masculine odor in such a way that she squeezed his balls a little too tightly, making Dipper suppress a moan. The boy then giggled when air tickled the wrinkled skin of his ball sack as Pacifica breathed in deeply to get intoxicated in his scent.
With an unbearable heat flaring between her legs, Pacifica stuck out her tongue and ran it along the underside of his penis from base to tip; her tongue going dry without saliva halfway up. At first, Dipper only saw blonde hair coming up at each side of the oversized shaft hiding Pacifica’s face, but eventually, at the top of his penis appeared her blue eyes, then her vibrant red cheeks, and then a completely dry and panting in excitement mouth. Pacifica quickly pressed her lips on the bead of precum on the tip of Dipper’s penis and slurped it, refilling the wetness of her mouth with his natural lubricant and moaning softly when the mildly salty taste caused her mind to go blank with lust. She swished it around in her mouth for a second and then swallowed it, gasping for another dose of his pungent musky odor.
“Okay…” She panted. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I love this ‘big dipper’ idea so far.”
Aroused to no end and feeling slutty, Pacifica grabbed the edge of the foreskin covering his glans with her teeth and gave him a suggestive wink while she tugged it down. Dipper, having both hands busy holding his humongous penis up against his chest and essentially being unable to interact, he only flushed red and smiled nervously as his glans was exposed to the dry air of the tent. The boy groaned and twitched when Pacifica started running her tongue along the corona of his glans, and then yelped and shivered when she used her thumb to massage his meatus, the slit on the tip of his penis, up and down gently.
“D-don’t do that!” Dipper cringed and suppressed a moan.
“Do what?” Pacifica asked with feigned innocence as she pressed the tip of her thumb into his urethra. “This?”
“Y-yes!” Dipper clenched his eyes shut in discomfort.
“Alright then.” She removed her thumb and then smirked with malice. “How about this though?”
Pacifica pressed her lips on his meatus and teased it with the tip of her tongue before pushing a little bit of it inside. What Dipper had originally deemed as a cringy experience turned out to be quite pleasant as the boy groaned and pushed his penis up slightly to have Pacifica’s tongue deeper inside his oversized cock. When the boy felt his balls tightening, his eyes bulged out.
“P-Pacifica, I’m-gonna-cum-very-SOON!” He quickly warned her.
“Oh, no you don’t!” Pacifica pulled back and pressed her palm on the tip of his penis, naively blocking the possible cumshot. The dryness of her palm, however, annoyed Dipper enough to push his orgasm a little further away. “I haven’t even started having my fun!”
The busty blonde tugged at Dipper’s arms and released his oversized penis, allowing it to fall and lie horizontally on the air mattress with a soft POOF. Before Dipper could protest at how careless Pacifica was handling his big yet delicate penis, she swung a leg over it, straddling the humongous cock with her back at Dipper, and brought his palms to her breasts to silence him.
With a newfound childlike excitement, Dipper kept quiet and greedily squeezed the softness of her plump breasts, grinning stupidly at the sight over her shoulder of flesh being forced through the gaps between his fingers every time he squeezed. He could only marvel at how despite their full and heavy weight, they filled his hands perfectly.
The boy felt her wetness smearing his cock as Pacifica started humping the shaft back and forth like a pillow. Whenever her butt gently hit the base of his penis, Dipper gave a soft moan and another squeeze to her breasts, as well as a small shiver when her long luscious hair tickled his belly and chest. The busty blonde started panting more frequently with every pass of her slit over the skin of his penis, and she reached out over her shoulder to seize a grip on Dipper’s chocolate curls and bury his face in her neck as she increased the pace at which she ground herself on the humongous cock.
Dipper smirked and got back at her for all the teasing licks she had given him earlier by sticking his tongue out and licking the salty flesh of her neck. With every long sweep of the tongue along her sensitive flesh, he lightly pinched and twisted her hard, succulent nipples and pulled at them for a second before releasing them and rejoicing in how her breasts jiggled at the treatment. Even if this was joyful and even amusing for Dipper, it was proving to be too much for the busty blonde and soon she couldn’t take it anymore.
“Dipper… Dipper…” Pacifica moaned his name and tilted her head to the side to give his lips a better access to her neck, her ever-present confident smirk completely ruined by her need to cum.
Hearing his name made his chest tingle pleasantly and excited him. Dipper reassured his grip on her large breasts from behind and massaged them in circles, making sure to leave the erected nipples trapped between two fingers, and then he pulled Pacifica to lean back against his chest as he started giving hungry kisses on her neck and whispering ‘princess’ with desire after each kiss, until he nipped the flesh there.
Pacifica tightened the grip on his hair, yanking at it, as she clenched her eyes shut, bit her bottom lip, fervently ground her hips on his humongous cock, and finally came hard all over his shaft with a wail of pleasure.
After a few seconds of being entirely tensed up as her orgasm washed over her, she started to come down, dropping her arms and resting her head on Dipper’s shoulder, completely spent, while the boy let his hands wander over her sweaty post orgasmic body, her hips twitching now and then with the sharp aftershocks of her climax.
Dipper slid two fingers under her to gather some of the cream coating his shaft and raised them to Pacifica’s face. The panting blonde hesitated for a second, but then she obediently sucked clean the fingers coated with her own juices and grinned, his fingers still in her mouth, when she saw how Dipper flushed red and felt how his penis twitched under her.
“You want your turn now?” She dismounted from the shaft and lay on her back, spreading her legs as she smiled saucily at him.
“Yes!” Dipper practically blurted out and attempted to stand out, despite the humongous penis, to grab the magic flashlight.
“Wait!” Pacifica stopped him. “Don’t shrink it.”
“What?” Dipper was confused; anything that wasn’t 'give me a creampie' was difficult to register in his mind at the moment.
“I want you to cum like that.” Pacifica bit her bottom lip as she gave his oversized penis a hungry stare. “Yes… Like that. I wouldn’t mind having another protein bar right now.” She commented while absently pinching her sore nipples.
Dipper considered protesting for a second, but then he decided to give in. It wasn’t just every day that they did this; it was actually the first time they used magic for their sexual relationship, and furthermore he found arousing the idea of ejaculating in Pacifica’s mouth, coating her perfect pearl white teeth with his seed and giving her exquisite palate a taste of himself.
The boy walked on his knees with some difficulty while holding the humongous penis until he laid it in between Pacifica’s legs. It was so long it reached up her entire torso when resting against her, his balls in contact with her vulva at the same time the tip brushed her chin. Dipper gave a soft sigh when the busty blonde accommodated the end of his shaft in between her warm soft breasts, and then he shivered when she grabbed his foreskin with her hands to retract it once again and expose his sensitive glans, and breathed her warm, but dry, air on it.
Pacifica gave the tip a quick flick of the tongue and Dipper reflexively pushed forwards and moaned as a bead of precum dropped on her lips. His balls ached for release after being blue-balled for half an hour. Pacifica wrapped her legs around Dipper’s waist and her arms around the massive shaft, rubbing herself on it and landing more wet kisses on the sensitive glans. Dipper could feel her excitement wetting the area where his shaft met his balls; Pacifica was getting once again aroused at the musky scent now on top of her.
The busty blonde pressed one hand on his penis above her own groin, making sure the big throbbing vein running along the underside of his shaft rubbed her vulva just right, and the other hand on the penis above her breasts to keep it comfy, all while she rocked her hips up and down for pleasure, whimpering for more. More precum oozed out of Dipper’s urethra, and Pacifica slurped and swallowed it hungrily as she kept rocking herself back and forth the shaft, her mouth now giving little kisses and licks to the head of his penis in an attempt to make Dipper produce more precum and satisfy her hunger.
When Dipper started panting in pleasure, he grabbed Pacifica by her knees, pressed her legs at both sides of his shaft and began to thrust gently in between her thighs. Every time Dipper thrust in, his oversized balls gently nudged Pacifica’s butt, something she found arousing. The boy leaned forwards; he liked kissing Pacifica when ejaculating while having sex, but with his magically grown penis in the way he had to refrain himself from it. Instead, he rubbed his face against the side of her leg as a display for affection. In return, Pacifica smiled warmly and tightened her grip around his shaft, stopping Dipper’s thrusts, and then she sucked on his meatus, slipping as much of her tongue as the tight exit of his urethra allowed.
“Oh, holy shit…” Dipper groaned.
When she heard him swearing right before orgasm and giving a sharp thrust forward, Pacifica couldn’t help but grin. Dipper never used any swear words, so she guessed this would be a particularly big orgasm.
She could have never imagined to what extent.
Pacifica felt his penis pulsing on top of her body; she could swear she felt the semen travelling through it, and then a sudden hot white rope filled up her mouth to the point her cheeks puffed out. She swallowed eagerly three times, feeling a warmth throughout her body as his salty seed went down her throat. The second ejaculation came barely half a second later and put to shame to the first one as trickles of cum leaked out of her mouth and dribbled down both sides of it. Pacifica tried to pull away and breath but, driven by pleasure, Dipper gave a thrust forwards as the third ejaculation left his penis and landed it in Pacifica’s mouth as she inhaled. Sticky semen went down the wrong pipe and Pacifica coughed and snorted a rope of semen out of her nose.
The startled blonde managed to push Dipper’s cock up, freeing the tip of his penis from her mouth and allowing her to breathe, but accidentally aiming it at her face. Then, the blue balls Dipper had suffered for the last thirty minutes released the rest and made her vision go literally white.
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“AHH!”
At the scream coming from Pacifica’s tent, Mabel raised her eyes from the mini-sweater she had been kinitting for the last thirty minutes with the intention of making a squirrel wear it and take of picture of the cute animal. Mabel tilted her head in confusion at the sound and was about to stand up and check on the couple to see if something had gone wrong, but the flap of Pacifica’s tent opened up first and Pacifica came out of it coughing and spitting.
Or Mabel guessed it was Pacifica by the height and blonde hair, since the person that had come out of the tent had her head and part of her chest entirely covered in a layer of pearly white fluid. After the initial surprise, Mabel confirmed it was Pacifica by lowering her eyes and noticing how she was entirely naked.
The angry blonde drew two fingers to eye and wiped the semen away from her sight.
“If I see your phone,” Pacifica growled when she saw how Mabel was grinning teasingly at her. “I’m sticking it hard where the sun doesn’t shine.”
“Sure…” Mabel had to raise her knuckles to her mouth to keep herself from bursting into laughter when joke after joke involving cumshot and facials invaded her mind.
“And the same goes to you and your stupid magic flashlight! I’m never doing this again!” Pacifica barked into the tent as she grabbed a towel and stormed off to the river, grumbling as she dripped semen on the grass. “No, the fault is mine because I’m dumb and never learn. Every time I go with him to one of his nerd mystery hunts something happens to me and only me! Every time! Why would this be any different? I don’t know why the heck I agreed to this… It came out of my nose!”
Once the pissed off blonde was out of earshot, there was a pink flash in Pacifica’s tent and then Dipper came out of the tent, his swimming trunks back in place and an embarrassed expression with flushed red cheeks on his face. When he saw Mabel he turned around and attempted to go back into the tent unnoticed, but Mabel spotted him clearly.
“No, no, no.” Mabel called for him. “Come here, bro-bro.”
Dipper turned towards her and gave her an awkward smile as he walked up to his sister
“You saw Pacifica?” He asked.
“Uh-huh. Tell me, what did you say when I grew my Mabel puppies using certain flashlight?” She scolded him.
“That magic is not a toy.” Dipper mumbled.
“And what did you do then?” Mabel raised an eyebrow.
“I took away the flashlight.” He replied tiredly.
“Yup.” Mabel extended her hand, and Dipper reluctantly placed the flashlight on it.
Defeated, but ultimately pleased and still in his afterglow, Dipper stretched and went to the river to wash off the sweat.
When Mabel made sure she was alone, she aimed the flashlight at the miniature sweater and grew it to a normal size one. Grinning, she put it on.
“Heh. This makes knitting too easy.”
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A camping trip with Mabel