Perved

Chapter 5: Deca-Dipper

Chapter Summary: On the night of the Grand Reopening party at the Mystery Shack, Dipper and his nine clones get into a big fight over Wendy. But Wendy knows exactly how to settle their dispute.

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The next day, as soon as work was finished, Dipper brought Mabel straight up to their room and shut the door. Mabel, sitting down next to him on his bed, wasn’t sure if he had a secret to tell her or if he just wanted to fuck, but she kind of hoped it was both.

“I had another one of those memories today,” Dipper said. “It suddenly came to me when I saw all those customers lined up at the gift shop, and Wendy was ringing them up.”

“Oooh, so it’s a memory about Wendy?” Mabel replied. She leaned toward him and said, “Tell me everything.” 

“Oh, I’ll tell you everything,” Dipper replied. “But I miiiiight need a blowjob first.”

He knew the quid pro quo was unnecessary; Mabel was always happy to suck her brother’s cock. It was just one more art form she liked to claim she had mastered—although when it came to that particular art, Dipper couldn’t deny that Mabel had significant expertise.

“Okay!” Mabel agreed cheerily. “But you can’t just moan and grunt this time. You hafta call me names.”

“Um, sure.”

They both stood up, and Mabel stripped off her skirt and tank top—not merely because she liked to be at least half-naked when she gave a BJ, but also to show off what she had on underneath.

“Wow,” Dipper said, looking at Mabel in her knitted black sling-bikini undergarment. “I knew you’d been making that, but I didn’t know you’d finished it.”

Mabel turned around slowly, like a model at the end of the runway. “You like?” she asked.

“Oh yeah,” Dipper replied, nodding. “I like how it leaves the sides of your tits exposed. And the way it cups your pussy. And how it covers pretty much nothing else.”

“Thanks! I used alpaca wool so it wouldn’t be itchy on my parts. Now, where were we?”

She sank down onto the rug in front of Dipper, who had already unzipped his shorts. He let her pull them down—then watched a smile explode onto her face.

“Black silkies?!” she cried, looking at Dipper’s new boxers. “Where did you get these?”

“Mail order,” Dipper replied. “I bought them instead of that Galacticorps heavy cruiser model I’d been saving up for. ‘Cause right now, this is the hobby I feel like spending my money on.”

“I’m gonna blow you so hard,” Mabel said.

She ran her hand over Dipper’s ass to feel the smooth silk of his drawers. Then she reached through the wide fly in the front, extracted the boy’s half-hard cock, shoved the first few inches into her mouth, and tongued its length even as she sucked it. Dipper began breathing hard.

“God,” he panted. “Nobody sucks cock like you, Mabel.”

She looked up at him, clearly pleased. But then she cleared her throat audibly. 

“I mean,” Dipper said, “nobody sucks cock like you, you dirty little incest-slut.”

Mabel chuckled through her full mouth. Dipper thought the vibrations probably would have tickled if he hadn’t been so damn horny. And his horniness only grew as Mabel began to move her head forward and back, her lips massaging a little bit more of his cocklength with each head-bob.

It wasn’t long before Dipper was holding Mabel’s head with both hands as it moved vigorously forward and back. Her tits bounced inside their black sling, but Dipper couldn’t see this because his eyes were shut as he drank in the pleasurable sensations while also trying to say the things Mabel wanted to hear.

“That’s it…suck it…you whore…You’re my little…pet slut…who’s gonna…swallow…my cum…”

Dipper hadn’t thought that Mabel could suck his cock any harder or bob her head any faster than she already was, but suddenly her head became almost a blur of motion, and then Dipper was hollering “AAAAAAAH!” as he fired a big load straight at the back of Mabel’s throat. The girl swallowed greedily and repeatedly until he finished cumming; then she slowly pulled her lips from the base of his cock to the head before releasing her brother’s member from her mouth. She looked up at the panting Dipper’s face and smiled at him as she swallowed one last time. Then she stood up, also breathing a bit hard.

“All right, I swallowed your big ol’ load,” Mabel said, still grinning. “Now tell me about your new memory.”

Dipper finished catching his breath, then said, “Sure you don’t want me to return the favor? My pussy-eating skills aren’t where I want them to be yet, and I could use the practice.”

“Later,” Mabel replied. “You can’t talk and eat pussy at the same time.”

“Okay then,” Dipper said. “Well, when you told me your story about the Sev’ral Timez guys, I felt like maybe I had a memory kind of like that. And then, this afternoon, it all came to me at once. Except in this memory, I was the guys.”

“Wait, you remember being Leggy P?” Mabel replied, scratching her head. “Hmm, I see you as more of a Greggy C.”

“No, not one of those guys,” Dipper said. “And not just one guy.”

“Whaaa?” Mabel replied, her eyebrows rising.

“I’ll just go ahead and tell the story.”

***

It was a total melee in the upstairs hallway of the Mystery Shack. While the Grand Reopening party went on downstairs, Dipper and his nine clones, made with Stan’s ancient photocopier, were fighting one another over who would get to dance with Wendy. The original Dipper didn’t love his chances, as each of these other Dippers was physically and mentally his equal—except for #4, aka Paper Jam Dipper, whose sole advantage in this fight was the fact that, when hit, he tended to fold instead of getting hurt.

Dipper had just ducked a punch from #3 only to be noogied in the small of his back by #6 when Wendy appeared at the top of the stairs.

“Dipper,” she called, not yet looking in his direction, “you’ve gotta come see this! Nate dared Thompson to breakdance, and he’s- What the heck?!” she cried as she saw the Dipper-brawl in the hallway.

“Wendy!” Original Dipper shouted. But before he could say anything more, #8 tackled him to the wooden floor.

Dipper didn’t know what was going through Wendy’s head at that moment, but surely, encountering ten of him had to be blowing her mind. Maybe she would run. Maybe she would go get Grunkle Stan. Maybe she would just stand there, frozen with incomprehension, until one of the Dippers won the fight or they all beat one another to a pulp.

But Wendy didn’t do any of those things.

“Cut it out!” Wendy shouted. “You know I hate it when guys fight!”

All ten Dippers froze, some with their fists raised to strike another Dipper, and looked at Wendy.

Dipper could tell by the redness of Wendy’s otherwise pale, freckled face that she wasn’t freaked out—she was pissed off. And he realized that he needed to take control of the situation, or no amount of his special charm would overcome Wendy’s anger. But he would also have to make some kind of concession to the other Dippers to keep them from ganging up on him.

He had an idea, but for it to work, it couldn’t come from him; it had to come from Wendy. He let go of #8, whom he’d been holding by the collar as #8 tried to pin him, and looked at Wendy.

“So,” Dipper said in his warmest, most seductive tone as he projected lustful thoughts at Wendy, “you’ve got ten guys here, and they all want you. You could pick just one of us, but we’re all the same. So what do you want to do?”

Dipper wasn’t so much trying to give Wendy a specific hint as to steer her thinking in a certain direction. Which, it seemed, had worked, because now Wendy looked at the whole group of Dippers with a troublemaker’s smile.

“How about this?” she said. “If you guys quit fighting, you can all have me.”

The Dippers immediately went still and silent. They thought that perhaps this was a trick, just something to get them to quit fighting without Wendy actually doing anything with them. But they could all see the red flush on Wendy’s cheeks and the heaving of her chest. She wanted this.

Dipper #3, looking a bit dazed, was the first to speak. 

“Um, yeah, okay.”

“Sure, definitely,” said #6.

“Wait,” Dipper #10 said. “How do we decide what order we’re going in? Definitely not numerical!”

“Yeah, I’m not excited about sloppy sevenths,” #7 added.

Dipper Classic smiled at the others. “I think it’s obvious, don’t you?”

“Very obvious!” shouted #8, who had already left the hallway and returned with Dipper’s Dungeons, Dungeons, & More Dungeons box set. He opened the box, reached inside, and produced a ten-sided die, which he held above his head.

“Okay,” #8 said, “first number rolled is the first one with Wendy.” 

“Sounds fair to me,” #5 said. The others nodded in agreement.

“I’m good with that,” Wendy said. She chuckled and added, “Even if it means I’m about to get it on with a bunch of total dorks.”

#8 tossed the ten-sided die across the wooden floor. All ten Dippers watched like hawks as the die rolled to a stop.

“Yes!” Dipper Classic shouted. “I’ve never been so happy to roll a 1 in my life!”

While his nine clones huddled in a circle on the floor, repeatedly rolling the die to work out the order for the rest of them, Dipper approached Wendy. He’d been continually projecting his lust at her this whole time, and the girl was still breathing heavily, the flush of arousal expanding farther across her freckled cheeks.

Dipper briefly thought about where they should do this. The only rooms off this hallway were the bathroom, which seemed impractical; Stan’s bedroom, which Dipper wouldn’t take a girl into if his life depended on it; and Stan’s office. The office wasn’t big enough for eleven people, but it wouldn’t have to be as long as the Dippers who were waiting their turn remained in the hallway—and kept anyone from passing by the office door.

So Dipper led Wendy into the office, leaving the door open because he knew the other Dippers would demand to be allowed to watch. Wendy hopped up onto the edge of the desk. Dipper was too short to kiss her in that position, though, so he clambered up onto the desk and straddled Wendy’s denim-clad thighs, putting his face at the height of hers.

“C’mere, you little freak,” Wendy said with a naughty smile, putting her arms around him and pulling him close. 

She kissed him, and Dipper reciprocated. Moments later, she pulled away and looked at him, that same smile on her face.

“You’re a good kisser for a twelve-year-old,” she said. “Actually, you’re a good kisser, period.”

“Thanks,” Dipper replied, blushing a little.

She glanced over his shoulder at the Dippers out in the hall, then looked back at his face.

“So,” Wendy said, “you’re so hot for me that you made nine more of you to help you get with me?”

Dipper blinked, then sighed. “Yeah, that’s exactly what I did.”

“Well,” Wendy replied, “since you went to all that trouble, I guess I oughta let you take my clothes off.” She glanced down at the buttons of her flannel shirt and added, “So have at it.”

“Gladly,” Dipper replied.

He unbuttoned her shirt, revealing her usual white tank top underneath. Wendy shrugged off the flannel and then raised her arms. Dipper got the hint and pulled her tank top up and off.

“Wow,” Dipper said, gazing big-eyed at the surprisingly fancy-looking white lace bra Wendy had on. “I had no idea you ever wore stuff like that.”

“Well, I just have this one fancy bra,” Wendy said. She gave him a naughty little smile and added, “I wore it tonight just in case I ran into a hot second baseman.”

“Gosh,” Dipper replied, “it looks so good on you, I almost don’t want to take it off.” Then he returned Wendy’s naughty smile. “Almost.”

She raised her arms again. “Then you’re gonna have to give me the reach-around.”

Dipper put his arms around her and, by feel alone, undid her bra clasp. Then he brought both ends of the bra forward so as to reveal both of her breasts at the same time. He couldn’t help but breathe a little harder as he gazed at Wendy’s firm, pink-nippled, freckle-dusted titties.

“Aaaand these are my ta-tas,” Wendy said unnecessarily. “Wanna say hello?”

“Oh yeah,” Dipper breathed.

He put his hands on Wendy’s little breasts and fondled them gently and skillfully as he kissed her. Over the next couple of minutes, Dipper felt them swell in his hands, the nipples growing erect. Wendy broke off the kiss and looked at him, panting.

“Aw, dang, dude,” Wendy breathed. “You really are a second baseman…”

With an open-mouthed smile, Dipper replied, “Oh, I’m just getting started.”

He lowered his head to Wendy’s chest and kissed one of her pale-pink nipples, making Wendy gasp faintly. He kissed her other nipple, then suckled it gently. Wendy put her hands in his hair.

“Oh, fuck, you’re a pro,” Wendy breathed. “Even Stoney Davidson never sucked my nips that good, and he was a total tit man.”

Thus encouraged, Dipper kept at it, sucking one of Wendy’s breasts while fondling the other. After another minute or so, he moved his other hand down to her jeans-clad leg and then up between her thighs to cup her mound. Even through the denim, which was noticeably damp, he could feel the heat of her pussy. He raised his head to look at Wendy’s face.

“Ready for more?” he asked.

“Oh yeah,” Wendy breathed.

A thought occurred to Dipper. “Hey, do I need to wear a, a-”

“Nah,” Wendy interrupted. “I mean, where would you even get one? Besides, I’m on the Pill, I don’t have any STDs, and I’m pretty sure a twelve-year-old and his nine clones don’t have any, either.”

“Nope, we sure don’t,” Dipper replied.

Dipper got down from the desk. While Wendy grabbed a coat from a rack by the door and threw it on the desk to serve as padding, Dipper quickly stripped off his clothes. Wendy saw his hard cock spring forth from his shorts.

“Whoa, dude!” she exclaimed, eyes goggling. “You’re not even a teenager, and you’re packing that much meat?”

“We all are,” #2 called from the hallway, grinning and cupping his bulging crotch.

“In that case,” Wendy said, looking at Original Dipper and patting the surface of the desk, “get back up here.” She glanced out into the hallway at all the eagerly watching Dippers, and the red flush on her neck and chest deepened as she added, “I feel like I’m starring in a porno.”

With a grin, Dipper replied, “I’d watch that porno,” and climbed up next to Wendy.

The redheaded teen lay down flat, undid the fly of her jeans, then raised her hips upward and pushed the jeans—along with her rather wet white panties—down to her ankles. She kicked the pants and undies off but stayed on her back.

“Ready?” Dipper said with a smirk.

“Oh yeah,” Wendy breathed. Spreading her freckled legs and pointing to her wet, red-tufted pussy, she said, “Get in here.”

Dipper happily moved on top of Wendy, feeling the horny teen’s chest heave beneath him. Reaching down, he had no trouble lining up his cock; the heat and wetness of the redheaded teen’s pussy made his target impossible to miss. He pushed inside her.

“Ohhhhh, fuck!” Wendy cried.

“If you insist,” Dipper replied.

He started pumping, and Wendy’s hips instantly began to move in sync with his. Even though they were taking it slow, Wendy was gasping and grunting as they fucked.

“God,” she panted, “you just barely fit inside me…It’s like…ooooh…like I’m a virgin again…”

The idea that he was giving Wendy a sort of second deflowering turned Dipper on. But he resisted the urge to fuck Wendy any harder—at least until, a couple of minutes later, she asked him to.

“Faster…” she breathed. “Fuck me…aaahhh…faster…”

Dipper gladly picked up the pace. Wendy’s tight pussy felt amazing around him, and soon he couldn’t help but plow the teenager at full force.

“Oh! God! Fuck!” Wendy hollered. “I’m gonna…I’m gonna…AAAAAAH!”

As Wendy’s pussy gripped his cock hard, Dipper cried out “HYAHHH!” and blasted his load way up inside her.

“Yeah!” “Whoo!” “Fill’er up!” various clones shouted.

When Dipper finished and pulled out of Wendy, whose freckled chest was heaving as she panted for breath, one of the clones immediately appeared in the office doorway.

“Okaaaaay!” #9 shouted. “My turn! Wendy, how about some doggystyle?”

Having caught her breath, Wendy sat up, and #9 saw a flash of hesitancy on her face. Maybe it was only just now hitting her that she’d agreed to fuck ten guys—even if they weren’t exactly ten different guys—in a row. But if she had any regrets, she seemed to tamp them down quickly, and she gave #9 a horny smile as she got up on all fours.

“Sure, dude, let’s do it,” she said. 

She turned around to show #9 her freckled ass. In that moment, #9 wasn’t sure he’d ever seen such a perfect ass in his life, before he reminded himself that technically he’d only been alive for about fifteen minutes. But he knew OG Dipper hadn’t seen one so perfect, either.

He moved up behind Wendy. His cock was plenty hard from anticipation and from hearing Wendy’s moans as Classic Dipper fucked her, so #9 slid right into her sweet, red-fringed pussy. That he could feel the previous Dipper’s cum adding lubrication as he entered her didn’t bother him; Dipper-cum was Dipper-cum, and he looked forward to shooting more into Wendy’s sweetly tight teen pussy.

***

“Wait, hold it,” Mabel interrupted. “You—I mean, Classic Dipper—just had your turn, so how come you’re describing this like it was you going a second time?”

“That’s the really crazy thing,” Dipper said. “In my original memory from that night, I only remember being me. But in this memory, I don’t just remember being Original Dipper; I remember being every Dipper. When we were all fighting, I remember throwing every punch and taking every punch. And when we were boning Wendy, every one of them was me.”

“Wow,” Mabel replied. “It’s like you were a one-man gangbang!”

Dipper wasn’t sure what to say to that. But then Mabel said, “Anyway, keep going.”

***

It wasn’t long before #9 was plowing Wendy, whose erotic moans plus the tightness of her pussy plus the awesome jiggle of her sweet ass were making him horny as hell.

“Wendy,” he grunted, “I’m gonna…gonna…NNGH!”

“YES!” Wendy cried, her spasming pussy seizing #9’s cock as it shot her full of hot cum.

Wendy seemed to be riding a wave of arousal now, because when #9 pulled out of her, she looked out the office door and eagerly rasped, “Who’s next?”

“That’d be me!” #5 said, strutting forward as #9 exited the office.

Before #5 could express any opinion about how he and Wendy should fuck, the teenager said, “Come lie down on the desk. This cowgirl wants to ride.”

#5 had envisioned taking a more active position, but when he imagined looking up at Wendy’s lust-flushed face and jiggling tits, he decided that he was all good with this approach. So he climbed onto the desk and lay down on his back, holding his cock straight up. Wendy mounted him and eased her soft ass down onto his thighs, pushing his cock all the way up into her. Both Wendy and #5 sighed with pleasure.

#5 had laid down on the desk the long way so his legs wouldn’t be dangling over the edge. As a result, the other Dippers all had a perfect side view of Wendy moving up and down on top of him. She panted audibly through her parted lips, and her little breasts and tight ass jiggled enticingly with every downward thrust of her body. The jiggling became more and more pronounced as she gradually increased her pace from bobbing on #5’s lap to bouncing on it to riding it like mad.

“Oh fuck! Oh yes!” she cried. “Fuck! Fuuuuck! FUUUUUUUCK!”

“YEAAAAAAAH!” #5 cried, firing his cum up Wendy’s spasming love-tunnel.

After taking a second to catch her breath, Wendy rose up and let #5 scoot out from under her. Then she looked to see who was next.

“Nyang nyang nyang nyang nyang,” said #4, also known as Paper Jam Dipper, as he staggered into the office. His corrugated, barely-three-dimensional body wasn’t terribly coordinated.

“Okayyyyy,” Wendy said dubiously. “Um, well, let’s see what you’ve got there.”

She reached out and wrapped her hand around his flat dick. #4, who was confused by virtually everything but especially this, panicked and jerked away from Wendy, yanking his cock out of her hand.

“Ow!” Windy cried, shaking her hand in pain and then looking at her palm. “Dude, you almost gave me a paper cut!”

#4 whimpered pitifully.

“How about you just take a seat over there and watch?” Wendy said. 

She pointed to the office’s rickety desk chair, which had been moved into the corner. #4 whimpered again, then sighed and took a seat in the chair.

“Guess that means I’m up,” said #10. He had undressed and was excitedly rubbing his hands together as he approached Wendy. “How about a blowjob? Seems like an essential part of the porn-star gangbang experience.”

“Hmm, got a point there,” Wendy replied. “Well, hop up on the desk, and I’ll see if I can cram that thing in my mouth. Can’t make any promises about no teeth, though.”

“Fair enough,” #10 replied.

He jumped up to perch on the edge of the desk next to Wendy. His cock was already fully hard from watching all the previous action while he waited his turn. Wendy wrapped her hand around the base of #10’s member. 

“Now,” Wendy said smugly, “let’s see what I can do with this.” After bending down and examining #10’s member for a moment, she grinned and added, “I’m gonna lick it like a dipped cone.”

Wendy ran the flat of her tongue over the broad cockhead, making #10 shudder with pleasure. Then she did it several more times, each time slightly changing the angle of her head relative to his member so as to tongue every square millimeter of the head and glans. When she stopped, she was breathing a bit harder, but not as hard as #10.

“Warm-up’s over,” Wendy said. “Time to find out if I can get this python in my mouth.”

#10 tried to think of a witty response, but his hormone-soaked brain couldn’t come up with anything cleverer than, “Yeah.”

Wendy got down from the desk and got in front of #10, who remained perched on its edge. This put his cock too low for Wendy to suck standing up but too high for her to kneel; instead, she squatted, giving the other Dippers a nice view of her freckled ass.

Unknowingly, #10 held his breath as he watched Wendy open her mouth wide. Then she moved her head forward and took his thick cockhead between her lips.

“Ohhh, yeahhh…” #10 breathed. He could feel her teeth just a little, but getting his cock into Wendy’s mouth was well worth it.

Wendy pushed her head forward a bit more, until she had #10’s whole cockhead and the first inch of his shaft in her mouth. Then she suckled it, taking rhythmic pulls like a baby with an oversized bottle. 

This action might not have looked like much, but #10 was in heaven. Looking down at Wendy’s beautiful freckled face as she nursed on his cock and gazed back up at him in porn-star fashion was unbelievably arousing. So when Wendy began to move her head forward and back, massaging his cock and especially his glans with her lips, #10 could only hang on for a few seconds before he cried out “UNGH!” and fired his load into her mouth.

When he was done, Wendy opened her mouth and showed him the pool of his cum on her tongue. Then she closed her mouth and, with a wicked smile, swallowed audibly. 

#10 grinned—then fainted. Wendy managed to grab him and stop him from falling, instead lowering him to the floor. Once the boy was on his back, Wendy gave the other Dippers a horny grin and called, “Next!”

“Wow,” said #6, entering the room after #8 and #7—who were the next two in line—dragged #10 out into the hallway and then into Soos’ upstairs janitorial closet. “If you give that good a blowjob, I’m tempted to ask for one, too. But there’s actually something different I wanna do.”

“Oh yeah?” Wendy teased. “Whatcha got in mind, ya little sicko?”

#6 gave her a wicked smile and replied, “How about up the ass?”

Wendy’s red eyebrows shot up. “Seriously? You wanna put that cum-cannon in my teensy little butthole?”

“I wanna try, yeah,” #6 said. “I mean, if you’re gonna get porno-gangbanged, you might as well have the whole experience, right?”

Wendy’s dubious expression vanished and was replaced by a sly little smile. 

“Okay, you little freak, let’s give it a try. But you’d better use a ton of lube.”

“Gotcha covered,” the clone said. 

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a tube of EZ-Glide lubricant. He squirted a generous quantity into his hand, then applied it to his stiff cock.

His hand and cock both began to liquefy.

“Aw, crap,” #6 said, looking down at his melting member. “I forgot this lube is water-based. Welp, might as well get this over with.”

He squirted another big glob of lube into his now shapeless hand and slopped it onto his legs, his chest, and his face and scalp. In moments, he collapsed into a mound of wet paper pulp, then liquefied completely. 

Wendy stared at the mess with big, vacant eyes as she murmured, “My porno is a snuff film now.”

Original Dipper was a bit stunned. He had assumed that because three of his copier-clones had survived contact with Wendy’s saliva and natural vaginal lube, none of them would have to worry about something like this happening. 

But Dipper forced himself to snap out of it, because he needed to get the gangbang back on track if he didn’t want to risk the clones turning on him again. So he imagined himself fucking Wendy’s sweet, freckled ass, then projected his feelings of lust at Wendy. It helped that OD wasn’t the only Dipper concerned about getting Wendy back in the mood.

“Hey, don’t worry about it,” #5 said. “This is gonna happen to all of us eventually. It’s part of our circle of life, or whatever.”

Original Dipper was suddenly glad Mabel wasn’t there, because she surely would have broken into a musical number. He was also glad to see #8 appear with a jar of petroleum jelly.

“This ought to be fine,” #8 said.

Nonetheless, the other clones watched with some trepidation as #8 lubed up his cock with the thick, translucent gel. Soon, #8’s cock was shiny—and intact—from base to head.

“Wanna show me that little pink hole?” he said to Wendy.

“Okay,” Wendy replied, her tone as well as the flush on her freckled skin indicating that her lust had returned, “but you’d better take it slow. I’ve had a few things up there, but nothing like that English cucumber of yours.”

#8 got up on the desk behind Wendy, who got down on all fours in front of him. Dipper put the lube-glossed head of his cock against her asshole, then pushed.

“Oooooh, fuuuuuck…” Wendy said as her asshole opened. “This feels…so…oh God…”

Watching Wendy’s hole open against the pressure #8 was applying with his cock was turning him on in a big way. And so did Wendy’s long, loud moan when he opened her up fully and then slowly sank into her to the balls.

“Oh fuck…” Wendy gasped. “It’s so big…God it’s so big…”

“Your hole is so tight,” Dipper breathed. “I’m gonna start pumping now, okay?”

“Yeah…do it…”

#8 began fucking her slowly. Wendy’s pink hole, although stretched obscenely wide, seemed to grip him each time he pulled out, as if it didn’t want to let go of his cock. #8 wasn’t about to disappoint it.

“This feels amazing,” he sighed. “I’m gonna go a little faster.”

“O- Okay…” Wendy gasped.

As #8 pumped her a little harder, #7 listened intently to Wendy’s moans, gasps, and whimpers of pleasure. The sounds were so sexy, he thought, that the only way they might be sexier would be if she were making them with his cock in her mouth.

It occurred to #7 that he didn’t need to wait to hear those sounds. He came into the office, stripped naked, and got up on his knees in front of Wendy, putting his hard member in front of her face, which moved slightly forward and back with #8’s thrusts

“Wanna take it from both ends?” he asked the girl. “It’s another part of the complete gangbang experience.”

“Yeah…” Wendy breathed.

She opened her mouth and closed her eyes. #7 put his hands on her freckled face and pushed the head of his cock into her mouth. She closed her lips around it and let him gently fuck her face to the same rhythm at which #8 was fucking her ass.

As it turned out, the sounds Wendy made around his cock were every bit as sexy as #7 had imagined. #8 thought they were pretty hot, too. So, over the next few minutes, the boys gradually increased their fuck-pace until they were pumping the girl’s mouth and asshole as fast as they could.

“Mmmmph!” Wendy cried. “Gnnnngh cmmmm! HMMMMMMMMGH!”

When Wendy came, her asshole seized around #8’s cock, causing him to cry “AAAAAAH!” and shoot his load deep in the redhead’s bowels. Then #7 shouted and fired a load into her mouth, which Wendy again swallowed eagerly.

Inspired by #7 and #8’s two-way fuck with Wendy, the last two clones in line, #2 and #3, chose to double-do her also, with #3 doggy-fucking her pussy while #2 fucked her mouth. Wendy was into it, but it was clear from the sheen of perspiration on her freckled skin and her less-than-energetic movements during the act that she was starting to wear out. After the two Dippers shot their loads into her, she lay down on the desk, panting.

“So, now what?” #9 asked.

#5, oblivious to Wendy’s exhaustion, said, “I wanna go again!”

“Me too!” #10 replied. “And I wanna go first this time!”

“We should do die rolls,” said #2.

“Screw the die rolls,” #7 said. “They’re too damn random!”

“That’s the point!” #3 retorted.

“Guys!” Wendy shouted, sitting up. “Knock it off! I’m too tired to fuck you all again, anyway.”

“But you could fuck some of us again, right?” #5 asked.

“Like, maybe three or four of us?” #8 said.

Before Wendy could even answer, the Dippers began squabbling loudly with one another over which of them would get to fuck Wendy a second time. It looked like they might even come to blows again—until Original Dipper, who had seen how sweaty and tired Wendy looked, handed her the can of Pitt Cola he’d just brought up from downstairs.

“Okay, that’s it!” Wendy shouted, shaking the can.

She opened the soda and sprayed the eight remaining Dipper clones. They turned to wet pulp and became puddles on the floor.

“Wow,” Dipper said, looking around at the piles of goop on the floor. “Good thing I don’t have an identical twin. I really don’t get along with myself.” 

The exhausted Wendy chuckled feebly. Then Dipper helped her to the bathroom to get cleaned up.

***

“Wow,” Mabel replied. “So it’s like you fucked Wendy nine times in a row. Even Pervy Dipper’s never done that.”

“Not even to Pervy, Curvy Mabel,” Dipper quipped.

Mabel gave her brother her dirtiest smile. “Sure makes me wish that copier could still copy people.”

“Yeah, Grunkle Stan kind of fixed that part. And I don’t have a clue how to un-fix it. But did you miss the part where all the other Dippers were jerks?”

“They were just horngry,” Mabel said. “That’s being so horny that you’re-”

“I get it,” Dipper interrupted. “Anyway, I guess you’ll just have to settle for me fucking you in one hole at a time.”

Mabel gave him a wicked grin. “In that case, let’s get that dick down my throat.”

“I love that you actually like doing that.”

“Hello, I’m as big a perv as you are. And only a few things are pervier than swallowing your twin brother’s big dick.”

“Oh yeah? What things are those?”

Slyly, Mabel replied, “Things we’ll do another night.”