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Smells Like Teen Spurts	By : Nastyzak Category: +G through L > Gravity Falls Views: 15483 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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5. Long Night, Great Morning
The three of them didn’t go to bed, to sleep, that is, until nearly one a.m. That was the nice thing about Friday nights, no morning alarm to worry about. In between two exhausting sessions of threesome lovemaking, Dipper learned a little more about Tambry’s recent history.
“My family moved out of town a couple years after Weirdmageddon,” she explained. By then she and Robbie were supposedly engaged, so she remained in Gravity Falls to be with him. That year they started college, and Robbie kept finding reasons to postpone the wedding date. That lasted for about five or six months until Tambry caught him stealing a hundred dollars from her purse one morning. She spotted him doing it but didn’t confront him or say anything.
But that evening when he drove to his tutoring session, she hid in the back seat of his car, under a blanket he kept there for times when he hauled musical instruments. Tutoring. That’s what he called it. He did not head to the campus library where the tutoring center was, though, and now that she thought about it, two or three months of tutoring sessions had not pulled his grades up to even a D average.
Instead of going to campus, he drove into the suburbs and parked at the curb in front of a girl’s house, went inside, and then about an hour later he and the girl, a giggly blonde, came out with ther arms around each other's waist, laughing and goofing. She got in the passenger seat, Robbie got in the driver’s seat, kissed her, and said, “That was some great fucking, babe. Now as a reward I’m gonna take you out for a fine dinner!”
And that was when Tambry popped up behind them and and said, “Not with my money, dickhead!”
Robbie lied like a champ, but the girl shouted, “You douchebag! You didn’t tell me you had a girlfriend!” as she stormed out of the car and back to the house.
Over the stormy days that followed, Tambry found out not only about blonde Brittany, who was a student assistant in the college library, but also about his other two girls on the side, both brunettes and both slutty. After throwing the ring in Robbie's face (he was shouting and accidentally swallowed it), Tambry dropped out of school and moved out of the apartment, returned to Gravity Falls, and looked for work. By early that summer she found a job as an office assistant with Northwest Enterprises. Now she was the office manager.
“Oh, man,” Dipper groaned. “You’re working for Preston?”
“Nope,” Tambry told him. “For Pacifica.”
“Her old man, like, had a stroke,” Wendy explained. “Not fatal, but bad enough that he had to retire. He and his wife moved to Minnesota to be close to the Mayo Clinic. Pacifica took over running the business, with the help of the three vice-presidents. Now she’s the boss of the real-estate biz and the TV and radio stations. She sold off the mudflap company.”
“Nice of her to give you a job,” Dipper said to Tambry. “I didn’t know that. I haven’t said more than ten words at one time to Pacifica for like three years.”
“She’s still single,” Tambry said with a weird smile.
“And she loves eating pussy,” Wendy added.
“Oh. Oh!” Dipper said. “I, uh, didn’t know that, either.”
“Practically every girl in town grows up bi, Dipper,” Wendy said. “One time your great uncle told me it was ‘cause of the water. For some reason, it doesn’t seem to affect guys. People in Gravity Falls are used to it. Nobody really minds any longer.”
Tambry was lazily stroking her own pussy. “Yeah, but Paz is too, you know, full of herself to be comfortable with any guy. She’s gotta dominate, you know? She goes out with a boy every now and then, but nothing anywhere near permanent. And I have a great job and she and I are tight buddies ‘cause I like licking ladies, too!”
Wendy nudged Dipper. “Do you have a thing for Pacifica, Dipper? Tell the truth?”
He thought about it. “Not really. I mean, I always thought she was, you know, beautiful, but way out of my league, so, no. I didn’t daydream about her the way I always did about you.”
“Sweet,” Tambry said.
Wendy fondly stroked Dipper’s cock, though it lay at ease on his thigh, having only a few minutes before given its all. “Yeah, I’m glad your dreams finally came true!”
Dipper drew a deep breath. “Uh, Wendy, did you and Pacifica—never mind, I don’t want to know.”
“I don’t mind, Dip. Yeah, me and her have had four or five sessions. Tambry was in on—two, right?”
“Three,” Tambry said. “That first time in her swimming pool, remember? Skinny-dipping, and then she dared you to go down on her, and you said you would if she’d do the same for you, and you both did, and we wound up daisy-chaining? And then there was that day that you helped me move into my apartment, and she came over and we tried out the bed. And then early last fall, you took us camping and we did it bare-assed out in the woods!”
“Too much information,” Dipper murmured.
“I think he’s interested, Tam,” Wendy told her friend. “I felt his dick kinda twitch.”
“Bet she’d like a taste of it, too,” Tambry said. “Hey, should I phone her? I could send her a dick pic!”
“Uh, please, no,” Dipper said. “I want to survive at least long enough to find out how to stop this.”
“Don’t stop it!” Tambry said. “This is the best sex I ever had in my life!”
“See, the thing is,” Wendy added, “that me and Tambry don’t want this arrangement to end. Maybe not make it any stronger, but if we could hold it at this level—”
“I don’t know how we can even continue like this,” Dipper said. “Monday Tambry will have to go in to work, and Tuesday you’re going back. I can’t tag along with both of you and meet for sex at noon or anything.”
“Yeah, that could be a problem,” Wendy agreed. “Let’s sleep on it. Maybe we’ll come up with some plan.”
“Could you stop it?” Tambry asked. “I mean, would you make your dick go, like, back to its normal size or whatever? Because that would be tragic.”
“I’d love him even at six inches,” Wendy said loyally. She let his limp dick flop onto his belly. At seven inches long in that state, it still measured about an inch longer than his erections used to be. Giggling, Wendy did it again and again. “Ten’s a nice round, firm, long number, though, I gotta admit!”
When they did get tired and dropped off, Dipper was the last one to fall asleep. As he drowsed, he couldn’t help thinking that he was dreaming—in bed with two succulent, eager, flexible girls who just adored him.
No, correct that. They adored his cock.
Or, even more specifically, they adored his cum. He suspected that the plant had altered him to the point that his sperm had become addictive. Pheromones attracted them, tasting it hooked them.
Stanford had sent him a long text together with the photocopies of the pages in his journal. “I don’t believe the physical effects will be easily reversible,” he had written. “Any alterations in the shape or size of your penis and testes will most probably be permanent, but the question of the pheromones is one that I am pursuing. As I hinted, I do believe I can develop, or help you develop, a serum that will neutralize those, using a small section of the plant as the genetic material. I have to work out the biochemistry. I will definitely be in touch. In the meantime, I urge you to isolate yourself and cope as best you can.”
Well, he wasn’t isolated, but sleeping cuddled between two beautiful, adoring girls was one way to cope. Maybe the best one.
When they woke on Saturday morning, the very first thing they did was to deal with Dipper’s throbbing morning wood. This time Wendy said she wanted to try taking his load in her pussy. Tambry was agreeable—“But I get to suck it out after he finishes!”
Again, Dipper considerately let Wendy get on top. And she did, her hands clasping his, clenching her lower lip between her teeth, and settling finally all the way down and saying “Did it!”
Dipper, gazing at her admiringly, said, “Wendy, no question, your boobs are growing.”
“Yeah, rounder and fuller,” Tambry agreed as she masturbated with Wendy’s biggest vibrator. She had a good seat, right next to Dipper’s shoulder, so she could watch the action. He could smell her pussy and could hear the vibe thrumming inside her.
Dipper didn’t mention it, but Wendy’s teats, her nipples, had also grown. They were almost the size of his thumb now when fully erect, and their color had deepened to a deep, almost strawberry red. He could see milk starting to ooze from them. Wendy leaned forward and he reached up to pinch her nipples, encouraging the flow.
“My boobs feel heavy, but sexy!” Wendy said as she rode him. “How’s it looking, Tambry?”
“Beautiful!” Tambry said. “You should see how your pussy makes a pink ring all around his cock! It—whoa, girl!”
“Aw, God!” Wendy said, shuddering. “I, I can’t help it! I’m so damn sensitive that I can’t f-fuck for more than a minute before I cum! Oops, I’m sprinkling you, Dip! I can—ahhh—cum again, I know I can. Stay with me and cum inside, man!”
The hot streams of her milk spurted out and splashed on his chest, her nipples looking like little dicks in the act of shooting their semen. “Yum!” Tambry said. She lay on her stomach and licked up the sweet stuff, giggling when more of it splashed on her face and in her hair. She worked her way down Dipper’s abdomen and then reared again, crouching on all fours, to nuzzle and suck Wendy’s nipples.
Dipper helpfully reached to take hold of the vibe and move it in and out, making Tambry hum. She came, too, and squirted just a little bit. “Thanks, Dipper!” she said. “Oh, God, man, you better cum soon, ‘cause our girl here’s done it at least three times now! Cut loose, Dip!”
He arched his back as he shot another heroic load deep into Wendy. She fell back, panting, and as soon as Dipper pulled out, Tambry was on that pussy, licking up the overflow and sucking and tongue-diving for more.
Wendy gestured at Dipper. He understood what she needed and, withdrawing the vibe from Tambry, he turned in the bed until he could get on his knees and let her suck his cock, taking as much cum as she could from its tip and shaft. Then she lay back and let him suckle her breasts. He gulped a couple of good mouthfuls of her milk before her nipples shrank back to a more normal length, and through his lips he could feel her heart racing.
“Okay, Dip,” she managed at last, her voice shaky. “My turn with Tambry now. Don’t worry about me—I don’t think I can cum again, and I owe her two or three orgasms.”
She went down on Tambry, who raised her legs and then used her thighs to embrace Wendy’s head. Tambry looked over at Dipper and said, “Just come over and let me smell it, please!”
Kinky. But Dipper moved so that Tambry could fondle his now-limp dick, licking it and inhaling its aroma.
Half an hour later, the three of them all fucked out, they took a crowded but fun shower in Wendy’s shower stall. Tambry asked Dipper, “Have you peed yet?”
He felt his face getting hot. “Uh-uh.”
“Hey, Wendy, watch this!” Tambry reached for his dick.
“In here?” Dipper asked, flinching a little.
“It’s okay, man,” Wendy said, rubbing his butt with a slippery, soapy hand. “We’ll rinse everything down the drain. Tell you the truth, I’ve never seen a dude pee before. Maybe you can show me why Tam likes it so much!”
Dipper leaned against the wall of the enclosure so Tambry could aim at the drain. “If you really want me to—” he began.
“Show me! Show me!” Wendy chanted.
Once he started, the stream rushed out. “There you go!” Tambry said as she grasped his cock and directed the arc toward the drain.
“Wow! Guys do it hard!” Wendy said, sounding impressed.
“Wonder how it tastes!” Tambry said. She dipped her free hand in the stream and then impishly sucked her fingers. “Mm. Salty, kind of like vinegar. Not bad!” She quickly flicked her hand into the pee stream and held out two drippy fingers. “Try it, Wen!”
Shrugging, Wendy sucked her two fingers, then smacked her lips. “Little too sharp for my taste,” she said. “I prefer cum!”
“Yeah, his cum’s definitely delicious,” Tambry agreed.
“I’m not even curious,” Dipper insisted as he finished his effort, again shooting quick spurts that made both girls giggle.
“What do you mean not curious?” Tambry asked. “You never even masturbated and wiped your finger through and sucked on it so you could see what it tastes like?”
“That would be no,” Dipper said. “Do, uh, girls--?”
“I sucked my own vibrator the first time I used one,” Wendy said. “I’d heard it would be fishy, but really I kinda liked it.”
“I remember getting my fingers real wet and sucking on them,” Tambry said. “I taste just okay to myself, but I love the flavor of Wendy’s juices.”
“You both taste good to me,” Dipper said.
“You big flatterer!” Wendy laughed, hugging him.
They had a breakfast big enough for six people. “I’m gonna get so fat,” Tambry said.
“I don’t think we’ll gain weight,” Dipper told her. “Seriously, all the extra calories are going to, well, you know, body growth and, uh, fluid production stuff. Tambry, your breasts are a little bit bigger this morning.”
“They’re not turning into D-cups like Wendy’s, though!” the dark-haired girl said.
Wendy grinned. “Hey, give ‘em time. And I don’t think I’m really a D-cup. My boobs are still nice and perky, but bigger, and I think the growth’s slowing down. What’s weird to me is how sensitive my big old nipples are now. It’s like I love havin’ ‘em sucked, and that gives me an orgasm way different from when Dipper does me or when I use my toys and fingers.”
“Yeah, my penis hasn’t grown any longer since yesterday morning,” Dipper said. “I think my, um, testes are larger, though—what?”
“Balls!” Tambry exclaimed. “Your balls, Dipper! ‘Testes.’ Ha!”
“Tam likes dirty talk,” Wendy explained. “Balls, dick, pussy.”
“Cunt!” Tambry exclaimed.
“Okay, I get the point,” Dipper said. “But we’ve finished off all the milk I bought, so we ought to make a grocery run.”
“Let’s you and me do it,” Tambry said. She glanced at Wendy. “You’re supposed to be sick, so why risk someone from your company running into you and seeing how rosy and healthy you’re looking?”
“All right, good point,” Wendy said, smiling. “While you’re gone, I’ll trust you not to force Dipper to do anything he might regret.”
“Like butt sex!” Tambry said. She laughed at Dipper’s expression. “Haven’t you ever done a girl up her ass, Dip?”
“Um, that would be a no,” he said.
“You poor virgin, you!” Tambry exclaimed. “But looking at that cock of yours, yeah, I can see how that might be a strain on the lucky girl. Still, you never can tell ‘til you’ve tried!”
“No buttfucking in the car,” Wendy said firmly. “I’ll stay here, change the bed, load the dishwasher, tidy up, and wash sheets and towels. You two go on and get some groceries, especially more milk. And some juice, maybe. I’ve got enough beer. Either of you want to get some wine?”
“Uh, wait, I don’t have a credit card,” Dipper said. “And I don’t have that much cash. If Tambry will drive me through the ATM at the bank I can—”
“Fuck that,” Tambry said cheerfully. “Let me and Wendy treat you. I got a debit card and my balance is healthy. Wen, if you want to split the cost, I’ll keep the receipt and later we can go fifty-fifty, deal?”
“Yeah, but if it’s during the weekend, I’d have to write you a check,” Wendy said.
“Don’t worry about that, we’ll work it out. Dipper, go get some decent clothes on and we’ll go to the grocery store.”
A little later, in Tambry’s hatchback, Dipper said, “I noticed you’re not wearing a bra.”
“Encouraging the girls to grow,” Tambry said. “Dipper, can we be serious for a minute?”
“Um—sure,” Dipper said, wondering if she were going to scold him.
She didn’t look at him, but concentrated on her driving. After a moment, she said, “Seriously, then, I love Wendy. I mean not just the pussy-licking and tribbing and fingering kind of love, but love her like a best friend. Like a sister. And I mean it when I say if you let her down, I’ll hunt you down and fuck you and then kill you.”
“I love her, too,” he said softly.
Then she gave him a sideways glance and an oddly apologetic smile. “She’s had a real rotten time with guys. Well, so have I, but Wendy—Dipper, I know she doesn’t show it, but she’s been, you know, depressed ‘cause of that. You’re the best thing that’s happened to her morale in like a couple years. And to her pussy, too. Look, if your uncle or whatever he is comes up with a cure, just make sure you two don’t lose what you have now. Don’t take that away from her.”
“I don’t think we can go back to the way we were,” Dipper said. “Not physically all the way, anyhow. And I promise you, I’ll stick with Wendy for good. For the rest of my life.”
They made the turn for town, and Tambry asked, “How long will this cure take to create?”
“Who knows? Weeks. Months, maybe.”
“Good,” Tambry said with a laugh. “That’ll give my tits time to grow some more!”
They went into the store and a half-hour later had filled a shopping cart with six gallons of milk, a gallon of orange juice, a dozen large cups of yogurt, two dozen eggs, assorted cheeses, and four bottles of wine—which the store clerk carded Tambry for. As she rang up the total, the check-out girl said, “Looks like you’re planning some kind of party.”
“Sort of does look that way,” Tambry agreed cheerfully.
The clerk tilted her head, her nose twitching. “What is that aroma?” she asked in a dreamy kind of tone. “It smells kind of sex—um, I mean, good.”
“No idea,” Tambry said hastily. “Come on, hon, let’s take this out to the car!”
And even though Dipper had not even the tiniest hard-on, and though he certainly was not leaking semen or precum, they hurried.
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