Dipper always knew that putting a ring on his life-time crush won't stop them from getting adventurous. And indeed, in the last year they visited far more places and solved more mysteries than when they were "just" boyfriend and girlfriend. But even they had to lay low every once in a while, and their first anniversary called for it.
With blindfolds over his eyes, Wendy helped Dipper walk up the stairs to their bedroom, peppering his neck with kisses, as she slowly led led him to their bed. He lost his shirt somewhere around the landing, and now her fingers toyed with the buttons of his trousers, leaving Dipper only with his pants. Dipper repayed her as well; his temporary blindness didn't stop him from expertly undoing her shirt and jeans, and soon they both sat completely naked on their bed, exchanging slow, sensual kisses.
Sitting behind him, Wendy grabbed his length with her hands and gave it a few squeezes, until something much wetter enveloped it.
Something that had a tongue.
And was moaning.
- W-Wendy?! Who-Who's that?
- Well, I hoped you would've guessed by now.
She pushed his arms to the bed the moment she saw him jerk them, preventing Dipper from taking the blindfolds. As he wriggled in his seat, the other woman continued licking hi length up and down, twisting her tongue around his tip, breathing on it every time she finished a lap. He felt Wendy tying a knot around his wrists, securing him for good and allowing Wendy to stand up. Her sing-song voice rang in his ear, as she walked around him, caressing his neck and pinching his nipples.
- But let's think... maybe I asked Candy? Mabel told me she had a bit of a crush on you when you were young... A sexy nurse is just what you could use right now, couldn't you?
Dipper jolted, when Wendy pressed her hand to his chest, feeling his beating heart. The woman between his legs, who suddenly grew a pair of glasses, continued thoroughly licking him up and down, spending more and more time around his head.
- Or maybe it's Pacifica? - Wendy pressed Dipper's arms to prevent him from jumping from the bed at the mention of that name - I know her heart belongs to Mabel, but she surely wouldn't mind trying a different Pine, would she? Besides, I have seen how easily she funded our artefacts research trip. I think it's because you did all the talking, handsome guy...
Another kiss landed on Dipper's neck, which only fuelled the imagery in his mind; the woman changed the colour of her hair, and suddenly he saw Mabel's glamorous girlfriend taking him down her throat.
- W-Wendy, I can't-I can't...
- Oh, and there's Tambry! - she suddenly spoke - I mean, don't tell it to anyone, but she and Robbie don't see eye-to-eye lately. So maybe I asked my best friend to have bit of an affair to spice things up?
In his mind's eyes, the heiress of the Northwests grew up a few inches, her hair changed colour and style again, and a few earrings appeared out of nowhere on her, bouncing back and forth as Tambry bobbed her head around him. This, combined with Wendy's caresses was too much for Dipper, who frankly was surprised how long he was able to endure her tortures.
- No, Wendy, I can't, I made a vow that I will only love...
He wriggled out of Wendy's knot and ripped the velvety band from his eyes to see who Wendy chose to debauch him. Dipper stopped, as he suddenly realised that his speech was observed by a pair of green eyes belonging to a stunning, sexy red-head, kneeling in front of him.
- ...you.
With a loud "pop", Wendy took him out of her mouth, licked her lips and smiled. At the same time, a second Wendy sat behind him again, covering his neck with another series of kisses.
- I... I... - Dipper stammered. - But wait, how? I thought the copy machine was broken!
- It is. - Wendy behind him stepped out of the bed and joined her clone in front of him - But we have our time tapes.
Out of nowhere, Wendy produced her time-travelling device and shook it playfully in front of his horror-struck face.
- Wendy! That's against the agency rules!
Dipper had enormous problems reprimanding the Wendy that stood next to him, as the one on her knees continued her slow, oral caresses, perhaps just to shut him up.
- Nah, it's just a short private trip. After we were done... uh, will be done - Wendy took a moment to correct her tenses - I decided that my, sorry, our husband deserves something better.
- So when am I going to jump in time? - the other Wendy asked her older copy, taking him out of her mouth
- Oh, don't worry, we still have lots of time. - the older Wendy looked at the clock. - Plenty of it, even.
Dipper yelped when the older Wendy grabbed the younger's shoulder and kneeled as well, prompting her to move over. Two copies of his gorgeous wife stared hungrily at him, taking turns in pouring kisses all over his abdomen.
- So, Dipper, are you ready for our first anniversary?
Two tongues and four hands, working in unison made Dipper's conversation even more difficult than he could ever imagine, but one sound finally escaped his mouth, though he wasn't sure if it was an answer his wives were looking for.
- Oh, yeah!
The whole evening was filled with scenes Dipper could so far only dream about. Two Wendys gave him the best blowjob he ever received, rivalling even the one she gave him at the top of the magical mountain in the Black Forest a year ago; two Wendys allowed him to vent all of his urges onto them, as the older one remembered - unlike the younger one - to bring some wet cloth to clean their bodies after Dipper was finished. But once he received his breath-taking, but pre-mature reward, Wendys took him over, one riding his face, the other his length, once it was hard again, though given the circumstances, it didn't took that long to rejuvenate his strength.
Then came to costumes. In a blink of an eye, Dipper was making love to Wendy dressed in her old one-piece bathing suit, happily indulging in the fantasy he had since he was thirteen, as he pushed the thin strip of material material just so it would rub him every time he pushed into her. Right next to him, the other Wendy observed the couple, dressed in her ranger outfit, or rather most of it. She wore her hat, the shirt, vest and boots, but the lower part of her body stayed bare, which helped her masturbate to the sight of Dipper plunging in and out of her younger self.
They keep taking turns, fuelling each other's passion; while Dipper made love to one Wendy, the other one used her mouth to stimulate their well-oiled machinery bouncing up and down, in the most erotic way imaginable. Some time later, Dipper was forced again to work double shift, pleasuring each of his wives at the same time with his fingers.
The memories of this night very soon turned into blur, as the three of them became more tired with every climax, even though they still wanted to go on. Sadly, their bodies reached the point of no return and soon they all collapsed, and had to resort to the most basic of pleasures.
Trapped between two pairs of breasts, completely drained of all energy, Dipper was left to use his mouth to caress the nipples of his two equally tired wives.
- Oh god, that was amazing. - he said, freeing left Wendy's nipple from his lips.
Dipper wheezed, feeling wave of very last orgasm building in his body, as the Wendys stimulated his rod one last time, even though they did not expect him to have any of his essence left after the amount of love-making they've been through.
- Say "please" and we will finish you.
- Oh, Wendy, darn it.
- Say "Please"! - the two leaned and raised her voice.
- Please! Please, do it! - he mewled
The two spent women sped up their moves one more time, bringing Dipper to enjoyable, though very dry climax. The three lay together for quite a while, basking in the erotic afterglow, breathing in the musky mix of two parts of Wendy's perfume, his cologne and scent of their sexes, filling the warm air around them.
- I guess it's the time you should go - the older Wendy nudged the arm of her younger self, passing her the time tape - We did one hell of a job, didn't we?
- Heck yeah, we did! And I'm still gonna get some. - she shouted - Corduroy power!
The two high-fived above their wasted husband, who opened his eyes when their bed became a bit lighter. The other Wendy disappeared in the blink of light, ready to rock another Dipper's world. He was about to thank the older Wendy, but suddenly, she collapsed, and begun convulsing, rocking back and forth next to him.
- W-Wendy?! What-What's going on?
- Oh, fuck, yeah!
Petrified Dipper realised that his wife was not in pain; with her hand between her legs, she was catching up on the climaxes that her other self has experienced. He knew about memories flooding the brain of the time-traveller if he or she met her previous self, but he did not think it would affect other aspects of biology, though it seemed obvious now.
- You okay there? - Dipper asked after a minute or so, when Wendy stopped reliving her orgasms and lay spread on her side of her bed.
- Yeah. More than okay.
Dipper leaned and placed a long kiss, grabbing her waist and moving his body next to her.
- Thank you, Dipper. You were... amazing.
- I? - he chuckled - You did most of the job, honey.
- No, I mean the original you. - she corrected him. - I have already had one anniversary night with you, remember?.
She cupped his face and fiddled with his messy hair.
- Dipper, you were so delicate and gentle, so romantic, and then so fiery and passionate, that I knew I had to outdo you. - she giggled - So I thought I will go back in time and give you a bit of a reward.
- Well, if we're about to one-up each other, then I know for sure what I'm gonna do on our next anniversary.
Dipper smiled and pressed his lips against hers again, locking them in a long, delicate kiss. A kiss that was interrupted almost immediately by a third voice.
- Uh, hate to break it to you, but you won't.
Wendy and Dipper jolted on their bed, turning their heads to the intruder on the other side of the room. Second Dipper Pines scratched his head in embarrassment, and continued his explanation, casually undressing himself.
- See, the bad news is that you accidentally set recording on, so the whole trip did not classify as private. - he spoke to Wendy, watching as his wife's and double's eyes grow large - So, that means our days with the agency are kinda gone.
Wendy cursed loudly, looking back and forth at the two Dippers.
- Yeah, I told you so. Well, he did. - the other Dipper pointed to his original, unbuckling his jeans
- The good news - a fourth voice took off - Is that our spatial credit card was still working, so I ordered a bunch of stuff of the interstellar market.
The third Dipper put a large sack on the ground, to the surprise of everyone, aside, perhaps, the second one.
- And no, it's not stuff for this night. - he added, reaching into the bag - Well, not all of it.
He took two bottles and flung them to the original couple on the bed. Wendy caught on mid-air, while the other one hit the youngest of Dippers in the head.
- Ouch! What's that?
- Some energy drinks, I think I remember babbling something about you draining my balls. Uh, ours. - he said, taking off his shirt
- Oh, yeah. Good thinking. Ouch!
- Ouch!
Second Dipper exclaimed and massaged his head once the bruise from his younger self materialised on his head. Third one did the same a moment after. Without much deliberation, Wendy and Dipper sipped their drinks, feeling the futuristic equivalent of caffeine buzzing in their veins and, most importantly, their loins almost immediately.
- Wait, wait, wait. - the youngest of Dippers interjected, swallowing the last sip of his drink - If you... we can't time-travel... does that mean that you will... like, stay here?
- Fine by me! - Wendy replied cockily, watching two extra naked copies of her husband approaching her, already dreaming about possible scenarios.
- Nah, we both have just one trip in out devices. They're disabled, the agency is gonna pull us at the correct moment to untangle the mess.
They both showed their respective time tapes, blinking with ominous red light of the safe mode.
- Oh, shucks. - Wendy cursed under her breath.
- So, yeah, after tonight we get fired, and the agency shuffles the "Pines-Courduroys Seven-Dimensional Incident" under the rug, so it doesn't get to the press.
The oldest Dipper lowered his head in shame.
- But hey - second Dipper interrupted his other self - Remember that Candy doesn't need time travel.
- Nor does Pacifica... - he quickly added
- Nor does Tambry...
- Nor do half the guys from my high school! - Wendy snapped - You really want to see them ploughing through me?
The three Dippers exchanged uneasy looks, until they reached a silent agreement with their wife.
- Yeah, just what I thought. - she stated cockily, pulling herself up on all fours - Oh, and for the record: Candy's taken, Tambry did not break up with Robbie, and it was Mabel who "convinced" Pacifica, to fund our expedition. You guys did nothing on her. Mabel has the silver tongue, and fortunately for us, she used it, long and hard. - she fumed - So I do hope you didn't think that I would actually agree on bringing other women into our bedroom.
The silence of the three aroused Dippers once again filled the room, answering Wendy's question.
- So, with that out of the way, if we gonna seize the night, you better come here, or we'll play Scrabbles instead.
The oldest Dipper was already rushing to the bed, before Wendy pulled him aggressively underneath her, about to impale on his length. Then, Wendy gave the youngest, original Dipper a bit of wiggle with her butt, prompting him to take care of her other hole, while the middle one stood next to the bed, right in front of Wendy's face, about to enjoy his wife's mouth again.
Wendy licked her lips, pulled her time tape from the night stand, and placed it upright, to make sure it was recording the entire scene.
- Well then, guys. - Wendy said, shifting her stare between three copies of her husband - Let's give them a whole lot of paperwork to do.