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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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7. Planning Ahead

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Later, while everyone drank huge glasses of milk at the dining table, Stanford told the three lovers there was nothing else they could do that day. “I’ll probably put in an all-nighter,” he said. “Once I’ve programmed the master computer, my apparatus can run all the spectrum analyses, chemical breakdowns and proportions, hormonal tests, and so on. I’ll just have to dole out the samples, keep track of whose is whose, and wake up whenever I get a signal that a partial analysis has been completed so I’ll know what to look for next.”
“And then make the serum?” Wendy asked.
“Yes. And no. I will have to plot the complex interactions of enzymes, proteins, and hormones to do that, and though I have the best computers here, that will also require considerable number crunching.”
“So . . . maybe the day after tomorrow?” Dipper asked with a note of hope.
Stanford put a large hand on his shoulder. “I’m sorry, Mason, but what we’re doing now this is simply the first step in a complex journey. With a great deal of good fortune, I may—may, I must emphasize—be able to formulate a serum within two weeks. Unless it takes extraordinary processing measures, then will come a few days of compounding it in all the variants. At least three, since there are three of you. Then I must test it for compatibility, safety, and efficaciousness, and if we’re very lucky, in a month I may have the solution to your problem.”
“A month. So . . .” Wendy asked, “in the meantime, what do we do?”
Stanford coughed. “I would say . . . just carry on.”
“I have to go to work, though,” Tambry objected. “I can’t lay around in bed all day waiting for Dipper to pop again! Or can I?"
Watching her pour three more glasses of milk—and knowing he’d have to buy more before the day was out--Ford said. “Let’s discuss this. The problem is in controlling your, um, urges, true?”
When he heard that even in dilute form, Dipper’s semen had an explosive aphrodisiac effect on the girls, Stanford said, “Help me understand this. You ladies develop a craving that you need to be, ah, satisfied about once every four hours?”
“Maybe five. Six if we push it,” Wendy said. “But that makes us antsy and, um, aroused, and it’s painful for Dipper. I mean Tambry and I get visibly aroused, so anyone looking at my face would wonder why I’m beet red. Tambry gets shaky and short of breath.”
“And only by engaging in intercourse with Dipper can your arousal be tamed?”
“Right,” Tambry said. “Well, no not exactly. I mean, if he eats, um, goes down—what’s the word?”
“Cunnilingus,” Stanford suggested.
“Yeah, that. As long as he does that until I have an orgasm, the horniness goes away. You, Wendy?”
“Same here,” she said. “I can even self-stimulate to orgasm and handle it, you know, on my own. I did while Tambry was taking her turn with Dipper. It’s not nearly as good, but it gets me through.”
Ford rubbed his nose. He pulled out a pocket notebook and scribbled on it. “Hm. Then let me suggest a stopgap remedy. You can try it and see if it works. If not, call on me again. I plan to remain here in Gravity Falls until this matter is resolved.” He gave the two girls his phone number and they gave him theirs. “And try this,” Stanford said, handing Wendy the slip of paper. “I’m not quite sure how to procure such items in this town, but Mason can call my brother, and I’m positive he’d know”
“Well,” Wendy said, glancing at the time, “We need to haul. I think if we try what you suggest, we’ll have to buy more groceries.”
“And I assume that when you can’t interact with Mason, you girls use manual efforts?”
“You mean fingers?” Tambry asked. “Yeah, we do that to ourselves and each other. And the cunnilingus thing, too. Don’t look so embarrassed, Dr. Pines. Most of the girls in town do that.”
“Oh, really?” Stanford asked. “The, ah, water effect is real, then? I had a hypothesis that the groundwater in the valley has an effect on the female libido. It’s really most interesting—”
“But we have to do,” Dipper said hastily. “Thanks, gruncle Stanford. I’ll call tomorrow to see how things are proceeding.
As they got into the car, Wendy read the sheet of paper and chuckled. “Dr. Pines tells us that we should try diluting the ejaculate and seeing if that blunts our yearning. He actually wrote that! He also tells us that there are, quote, ‘artificial penes, some of them equipped with vibrational motors, that may ease our arousal.”
“Dildos and vibes?” Tambry asked. “Oh, sure. I know you’ve got at least six, and if we can stop at my apartment, I’ll pack some clothes and a couple of my faves, and then you, me, and Dipper can hole up at your place.”
They made the two stops and got back to Wendy’s cabin. After putting a few things in the fridge, she flopped on the sofa. “Whoof! I won’t say I’m not glad we’re trying to handle this thing, but that conference was kinda embarrassing.”
“Gruncle Stanford once told me he was asexual,” Dipper said. “He doesn’t seem to get aroused by anybody, male or female.”
“I liked it,” Tambry sad, sitting next to her. “Parading around naked, having him stick that cold metal thing inside me. Having the old guy know what we were up to and taking it all in stride—that was exciting.”
“Yeah, you’re kinky,” Wendy said. “Dip? You’re being quiet.”
“Well,” he said, “I’m just thinking, it’s like I’m gonna be quarantined. I mean, you and Tambry will be able to go to work and do things, but I’ll be stuck here. And once every four hours, I guess I jerk off.”
“I can drive home from work a little before noon every day and stay with you for forty-five minutes or so,” Wendy said. “My lunch hour is kinda up to me.”
“But you wouldn’t be able to eat anything,” Dipper objected.
She grinned at him. “Oh, no? I’m on a high-protein diet!”
“No fair,” Tambry pouted. “Pacifica’s a bitch about our not taking a whole hour for lunch. She sends out and has something for half an hour at her desk every day, and she doesn’t understand why the rest of us need more time to eat. Most I can get is forty minutes, and that’s not time enough for me to drive here and do anything and still get back to work.”
“Let’s compromise,” Wendy said. “I’m takin’ tomorrow off from the office, because.” She reached for Dipper’s hand and smiled at him. “After that, from Tuesday through Friday, you have a turn with Dip if we can organize this thing so he gets his hard-on around seven in the morning. Just you and him, I’ll lay out for that. Then at noon or a little later, I’ll have my turn. And when we get back here at five—you’ll have to hold out, Dip—we have a free-for-all.”
“Guess that will have to do,” Tambry said.
Wendy nodded. “Okay. Then we need to save some of Dipper’s cum tonight. It’s—six o’clock. We’ll try to make him hold out until nine. Think you can do that, Dipper?”
“Maybe,” he said. “If you and Tambry don’t get physical with me until then.”
“Do the best you can,” Wendy said seriously. “I’ll catch some of your cum and then tomorrow Tambry will try out the plan and see if she can work it. Hey, Tam, which vibes did you bring?”
Tambry got off the sofa and opened her slim briefcase. “This has a little compartment for a folding umbrella,” she said. “But for the time being, it’s home for these little wonders.” She held up something that Dipper thought looked like an electric razor, except it was a striking shade of metallic purple and instead of a shaving surface had a small white cup at one end. “This one’s the Pleasurizer. It doesn’t make contact, but has this puff-and-suck thing that doesn’t even have to touch my clitty to make me real happy.”
“I want to try that,” Wendy said.
“Any friend of mine,” Tambry said agreeably. She took out the other vibe, which—again to Dipper—looked like a thick shoehorn with a mushroom bulb on the end of the handle. “And this is your classic wand. I’ve been using it just to massage my pussy and clit, but after Dipper, I’m pretty sure I can fit this whole bulb inside and get my G-spot, too. Best part? Listen!” She switched it on, and it vibrated so fast that the bulb blurred.
“I don’t hear anything,” Dipper said.
“Noise-canceling technology,” Tambry said. “With either of these, I can go to the ladies’ room, sprawl out in a stall, and if I can keep from yelling ‘Oh fuck, yes!’ when I cum, nobody’s any the wiser.”
“Sounds handy,” Wendy said. “Okay, who else is starving?”
Roasted chicken breasts, a vegetable medley, and three pints of milk later, the three felt satisfied. As the clock ticked on toward eight, Dipper began to sweat.
“Poor Dip,” Wendy said. “Let’s play a board game or cards or something. Take your mind off it.”
“It’s not my mind that’s the problem,” he said. “But, yeah, let’s do something.”
They played rummy, sitting on the living-room floor and studying their seven-card hands before making a move. Eight o’clock came, but Dipper didn’t. Tambry, though, said, “Your cologne is getting really strong, Dipper.”
“Sorry,” he said, shifting his position. “Um—I think my dick’s seeping, and I’m getting uncomfortable. Could I strip down to my underwear?”
“Just a sec,” Wendy said, jumping up. She came back with a soft blanket. “Here you go, Dip. Drop the pants and cover with this instead. Me and Tambry won’t look.”
As he unzipped his pants, Dipper said, “You’ve seen everything anyway.”
“Yeah, but you don’t want us to jump you, Dip,” Tambry said.
“Oh. Well, ordinarily I would, but—here, I’ll be discreet.”
Still, he had to keep changing his position slightly. His dick wanted to push the blanket aside and stare out at the world like a one-eyed cobra. He was sweating, though not from heat.
The girls held out until Wendy jumped up and said, “Tam, come to the bedroom with me. Dipper, you stay here and no matter what you hear, don’t jack off!”
“Oh, man,” he groaned.
To keep his hands occupied, he played solitaire while the muffled sound of intense love-making came from the bedroom. At nine p.m. on the dot, he jumped up, grabbed a measuring cup from a kitchen cabinet, and barged into the bedroom, where Wendy and Tambry lay naked and flushed. “Here he is!” Wendy said. “It’s time for the main event!”
“Remember to catch some,” Dipper said, pulling off his shirt and shucking down his shorts so his ten thick inches could bob free. “How are we gonna work this?”
“Wendy and I were just wondering how kinky you can get,” Tambry said. “I’m gonna go second. First, Wendy wants to try something with you. Sit on the bed, and she’ll sit facing you. Wait, let me get in position. Hand me the cup. Okay, Wendy, go for it!”
She was gorgeous, with her larger breasts, her long hair, her impish smile, her freckles, and—she sat leaning back with her hands braced on the pillow behind her—her legs open and her salmon-colored pussy on display. “Dipper,” she purred, “I know you’ve had hand jobs before. I was wondering, though—would you like a foot job?”
“I don’t know,” Dipper said, feeling as if he had swallowed a couple of habanero peppers. “I’m up for trying it!”
“Yeah, I see you are,” Wendy said. She put a foot against his cock—she had really long toes for her foot size—and lazily stroked it. Then she clasped his shaft between both of her feet. “You like the way this feels?”
“Uh-huh,” he managed.
She pulled her own vibrator from under the pillow and turned it on, then began working it over her pussy. It hummed merrily. She took it away and he saw that she was absolutely dripping. “You like the view, too?” she asked him.
“Oh, yeah.”
“Then let’s cum together.”
The foot job was strangely different from a hand job. Wendy now and then cupped her toes over his cock head and continued to stroke him as she first stimulated her pussy lips and clit with the vibrator. Then, wriggling, she got the shaft inside her. “Come on, Dip,” she cooed. “You’re smelling so sexy now! Tell Tambry when you’re gonna cum, though. Let’s not waste a drop of it.”
Feeling as if his heart, or something of his anyway, was on the verge of exploding, Dipper grunted, “Ngah! Now!”
Tambry deftly scooped up the first big jet of cum. The second hit Wendy square in the face, and she pulled out the vibe and she and Tambry leaned forward. The third jet splashed on Wendy’s tits, and then she and Tambry drank the last two straight from the tap.
“I’m sorry I messed you up,” Dipper murmured as Wendy rose and brushed some cum from her left eye. She grinned at him through a thick, white, gooey mask.
“No biggie, man.”
Tambry came in close and cleaned her face with her tongue. “There you go,” Tambry said, squeezing Wendy’s breast.
“Thank you, Tam. Now do you want him to go down on you?”
“Would you?” Tambry asked Dipper.
He could only nod. With Wendy crouched over her and watching, now and then letting Tambry take a pull on her nipples, Tambry stretched back while Dipper began to work her pussy lips with his tongue and lips, sucking and rolling them. She tasted distinctly different from Wendy—the way a full-bodied Zinfandel tastes different from a fine champagne.
“Fi-finger me,” Tambry begged. “I’m so close!”
She came with a squirt, and then Wendy said, “My turn! Lay back, Dip. I’m gonna sit on your face while Tam and I kiss and make out. You hard enough to get inside her pussy? Let’s try it!”
Maybe it was the delay that gave him added stamina, but somehow his semi-hard dick slipped inside of Tambry, and she began to fuck him—not in bucking cowgirl-rodeo style, but with a gentle rocking motion that let him muster a slightly harder semi-erection.
Wendy’s pussy tasted wonderful. Again, he marveled at it—tart and yet so light and with that odd hint of fizzing on his tongue. He could hear the girls kissing each other and knew that both of them had been splashed with cum. They murmured as they scooped fingerfuls off each other’s tits and sucked them down. Wendy groaned and handed him the vibe. He switched it back on and she leaned forward, letting him suck her clit as he slipped the monster vibe into her open pussy. “Oh, my God, it gets better and better!” Wendy said. “Dip, I’m gonna—oh, God, yeah! Oh, fuck, this is great!”
She squirted, partly in his mouth but mostly on his upper face and at that instant Tambry came again, her pussy clenching down on him. He shot a smaller load inside her, and she squealed.
It took about half an hour of indolent kissing and fondling and cuddling for them to ride down from that high. “Seriously,” Tambry said, I don’t want to give this up. Let’s call Dipper’s uncle and tell him to forget about the cure.”
“No,” Dipper said. “Sorry, Tambry, but that’s our hormones. You and Wendy and I know that there are other things in life to do than this.”
“Other things, yeah,” Wendy said regretfully. “But not a single one of them’s as good as fucking!”
They drank beer. They napped. They woke up around 12:30 in the morning and Wendy and Tambry gave Dipper a blowjob and then got each other off. “Have to change the sheets again tomorrow,” Wendy murmured drowsily.

2
The next morning they got up at six, had sex, with Tambry again getting to fuck Dipper, and then the dark-complexioned brunette showered and got dressed, packed her briefcase, and said nervously, “Wish me luck, you two.”
Both Dipper and Wendy gave her a kiss and at 8:00 sent her off to her job. “I hope it works,” Dipper said.
“She’s equipped to deal with her horniness,” Wendy said. “And I got you for the whole rest of the day.”
A few minutes later, Wendy called Rudy at her office. “I’m feeling better,” she told him. “I’ll definitely be in tomorrow, but if I’m still a little bit rocky, maybe for just half the day. We’ll see how it goes. The contract, now, did you—oh, great. Let’s schedule them for March. Did they give you a range of dates? Yeah, works for me. Get Louie to spec out the job. How’s things down in Bend? Already? Yeah, but remind them to use the top-grade linoleum on the floor. I will drive down to inspect, and I know the difference. Okay, what else? Hmm. Right, that sounds fine. Hey, Rudy, thanks for covering for me. I’ll tell Marge you deserve a little bonus in your paycheck this month. Yeah, I’ll call again at four . . . no, make that five, just before you leave. Thanks, man. You, too.”
“What do you want to do?” Dipper asked her.
She smiled. “What you’re not up to right now. Let’s go put on one of those crappy old movies and make fun of it.”
“Change the bed first?”
“Not yet. Later,” she said. “Like after noon. I mean, before then, what’s the point?”

3
Tambry did the routine ask-around at work. The banking department was preparing the end-of-the-month statements for Pacifica’s review and signature. The television station manager wanted to make an appointment with her to discuss a budget adjustment so they could afford to replace Misty, the weather girl, who had resigned in order to get married again. Also, they were getting complaints about re-running the same fetid old package of horror movies, and could they please spring for a few more, ah, contemporary-type ones? The interstate delivery service had submitted documents for review, the same old same old.
Monday was Revenue Review Day. Thank God the mud-flap plant was off her shoulders now. Those guys couldn’t add up a column of figures and get the same answer twice. However, now that Northwest Mudflaps had been absorbed into Rodeway Automotive Accessories, they had moved the operation outside the valley, and the only people who had to worry were the fifty who had been tossed out of work.
Fortunately, Pacifica had a soft side, which she hid as effectively as a grocer might conceal a soft side of a cantaloupe, and she’d given the workers a comfortable severance check and had worked quietly behind the scenes to find them jobs in town or out in the country. Some of the machinists now worked at the Manly Dan Lumberyard. Another dozen or so got hired on when the town leaders discovered that for years now they had a budget for stuff like street cleaning and maintenance of municipal buildings, and if they didn’t start using the money, the state would claim it.
Pacifica came in at nine, called Tambry into her office, and they each had a cup of coffee while Tambry laid out the various files in the order that Pacifica preferred. “Hey,” she said before they started with the files, “I had a thought about the people from the factory who are still out of a job.”
“What’s that?” Pacifica asked. She blinked, tilting her head quizzically. “You are looking . . . very refreshed today. You must’ve had a relaxing weekend.”
“Oh, just laid around,” Tambry said with a smile.
“Wish I could get away for a while,” Pacifica said. “What’s the idea you have?”
“Well, you know Wendy Corduroy has that decorating and carpentry operation that her dad owns. I hear she’s doing pretty good. If you want, I’ll check with her and see if she can take on more carpenters and laborers. The ones from the mudflap mill who haven’t yet been placed are all unskilled labor.”
“How many are we talking about?” Pacifica asked.
“Um, five women, six guys.”
“Eleven. Does the lumberjack’s daughter think she might take on that many?”
“I don’t know,” Tambry said. “I can ask her.”
Pacifica made a face. “Casual, maybe. But don’t make it seem like I’m asking her to take them on out of charity. I don’t want to owe Wendy Corduoroy any favors.”
Tambry sipped her coffee. “Oh, come on, boss. She’s not the kind to think that way. I’ve known her all my life.”
“Well, still. Just casually ask her how she’s doing. All right, let’s review the Quarter 2 portfolio reports. I have a feeling we may want to shift some investments over to pharmaceuticals . . ..”
That took up the rest of the morning. At twelve-forty, Tambry, feeling uncomfortable, said, “Pacifica? Lunch break? Please?”
“Oh, are we overdue?” Pacifica looked at her diamond-studded wristwatch. She was one of the few who still wore one. “I guess we are. All right, you can take forty minutes, so . . . back at this at one-twenty.” She pressed a button on the intercom, and a young male voice said, “Yes, Ms. Northwest?”
“Mac, have my usual Monday lunch delivered from Gastro’s.”
“Today it’s a Cobb salad and sparkling water,” Mac said.
“Good boy. You remembered.” Pacifica made little shooing motions at Tambry and said, “Go. Wait where are you having lunch?”
“Just at my desk today,” Tambry said.
“Just so long as I know where I can find you,” Pacifica said.
Two minutes later, Tambry grabbed her lunch from her private mini-fridge, which had a combination lock. Some of the people in the office were holdovers from the Preston Northwest days, and they’d steal anything they could get their hands on, including a protein drink.
Her special one.
She uncapped it and took a long swig. Oh, yeah. Even in diluted form, it had an instant effect on her. She thought, Jesus, I may not even have time to make it to the bathroom!
Leaving the bottle on her desk, she hurriedly removed the smaller of the two vibes from her briefcase and made a beeline for the Executive Ladies’ Room.
There were no other lady executives other than Pacifica and herself, not in this home office. More at the banks, two at the TV station, none at the radio station, but in here she could have privacy.
Thankful that the vibe was so quiet—just a gentle purr—Tambry took off her underwear, hiked up her skirt, and under the powerful aphrodisiac effect of the cum-laced drink, she very quickly had an orgasm. No, two. What the hell, she was good for three!
She tidied up, straightened her clothes, and got four bottles of water from the machine. Back at her desk, she slugged them down, one after another. That took care of her need for fluids, but she was going to be hungry. She’d deal with that on the way home later, maybe a couple of big burgers. Right now, she thought, she’d better save the rest of the protein drink.
Um, maybe better not. Time was getting short for another rousing vibe ride.
Then at one-ten, long before her supposed lunch period ended, Pacifica barged in without knocking and looking mad. “Tambry, we’re going to have to come down hard on the transport division’s Accounts Receivables. They’ve royally fucked up their report.”
“Oh, I haven’t had time to look—”
Pacifica picked up the bottle from her desk and looked at the label. “You dieting?”
“Yes!” Tambry said too quickly. “Yes, I am. Two hundred calories and thirty grams of oh my God, don’t open it!”
Pacifica said, “It’s half full. I just want to taste it. Is it yucky?”
“It’s—” Tambry said.
Pacifica sniffed. “What are you wearing?” she asked. “It smells really nice!”
“Uh, please—“ Tambry said.
Too late. Pacifica had slugged back a big swallow of the drink
“It tastes kind of—kind off--oh, my God!” the blonde said, her face beginning to blush. “That protein stuff—oh, my God! I—” she chugged the rest of the drink.
“Maybe you ought to—” Tambry said.
“I would give a thousand dollars for a dildo right now,” Pacifica blurted. Looking shocked, she clapped a hand over her mouth. Then she gasped, “Tam we’ve made out after work before, but, but right now I—” she turned and locked the door. “I need you to, uh—go down on me. Quick, please! I mean right here!”
She pushed down her skirt, underwear, and leggings and then climbed on the desk and opened her legs. “Now,” she begged. “Oh, God, I need to cum so bad, I have to—yeah, do me!” Leaning forward in her office chair, Tambry ate Pacifica out, and the rush hit her, Pacifica bit her thumb to keep from screaming.
Then when she got off, Pacifica sat with her pussy and ass exposed, panting and with tears leaking from her blue eyes. She gave Tambry a despairing look, tears brimming in her eyes. “It—it’s not enough,” she gasped. “I need—I have to have—God, Tambry, what am I gonna do? I’ve gotta have cock!”
It was going to be one of those days.
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