Review. Faster updates for this and other stories if this and other stories get more reviews. Would love to see art work of this or any of my other work. Faster reviews for my other less popular stories means that more updates at a faster pace. Or just more stories like this one.
Also any requests in reviews will probably be ignored.
Also just to be clear. I do not do pedophilia, all characters are aged up in this stuff or aged down depending on the character, no loli, no yaoi, no shota, I don't do watersports (Shit/Piss/fart fetish shit)I don't do stuff like vore or entire bodies getting shoved into places (Shrink play) I don't do blood play or torture (Ball/cock crushing etc) or certain old people, (Yes I am a fucking hypocrite) . Also if you ask for something in reviews that normally means I won't do it. So anyone who asks for that will be disappointed. If you have questions/requests/suggestions PM me instead.
Also have an ao3 account under the same name. and same titles.
The staircase creaked beneath Dipper's sizeable bulk. The young man had filled out nicely ever since he was a scrawny shoulder less twelve year old. Now standing somewhere over six foot four and with a chest that could put a bull to shame, he looked like a chiseled chad like hunk. This body didn't come without a lot of hard work and exercise though. And a pretty pricy gym membership. It had been worth it though, he felt healthier, his acne had cleared up, he had met dudes his own age and he was actually getting some good sleep. He couldn't express the benefits of working out and what a boon it had been for him emotionally, mentally and physically.
Now with increased strength, endurance, stamina and speed he could track down even more interesting supernatural phenomena. He had been able to tack down multiple more instances of weird occurrences. From the gem hybrids of Beach City to the odd shape shifters of Gravesfield. Even the supposed interdimensional princess of Echo creek. Although that last one might have just been a mentally ill homeless woman.
But none of these discoveries had gotten his podcast that many listens. And he had to move back to Gravity Falls and rent a small crappy house a few miles away from the Mystery Shack. And split it with multiple different roommates. Including his sister, her two best friends, his ex girlfriend Wendy and his current girlfriend Pacifica Northwest.
The party downstairs was starting to get into full swing. With friends coming from all over the state and a few all the way up from Canada. Dipper had to hand it to Mabel. The flirt knew how to throw a good party and get everyone involved. The blow outs were legendary. The fact that Gravity Falls was pretty isolated so that people could go truly wild was also a plus.
Dipper entered the bedroom as someone started chanting downstairs. The gnomes had apparently arrived. And some were letting people take shots out of their spiked little hats.
"Hey Paz folks are starting to whoa-" He cut himself off. The short stack woman was standing in the bedroom mirror. Primping and preening, she had actually slowly gotten better over the years. When he first met her she would spend up to an hour or more just staring at her own reflection. Running her fingertips over her jaw and cheeks. Adding and subtracting make up and lipstick. Trying to find any little flaw or imperfection and obsessing over it for hours and hours.
Now that she had spent more time with regular 'salt of the earth' people she spent a lot less time hyper focusing on her looks. And actually enjoying how she looked. But what greeted Dipper was…it was unexpected. In the most wonderful sort of way.
"Ugh! Hey! I'm not ready! I'm just thinking about wearing this! It's a joke! I'm not seriously going to wear something like this in public!" She protested. Dipper closed the bedroom door and walked forward. Completely hypnotized by her. He knew that his girlfriend was hot. He knew that he had hit the jackpot with her. But seeing her like this? It just came crashing down how fucking lucky he was.
Dipper had just put on a Jack O Lantern sweater that Mabel had knitted for him. It fit him perfectly. It showed off his arms, his trim waist, his powerful shoulders. It was meant to match with her slutty bat themed one. The one that had less yarn over her nipples to avoid stimulation. How he knew that wasn't important. What was important was what Pacifica was decked out in.
To call it a maid outfit would be to over indulgent. This was a sexy maid outfit. Pacifica had on black high heels. Long thick powerful ones, but even with them on she barely came up to his chest. Her fish net stockings were stretched to the limit's. A few areas were actually tearing around the ankles and the back of her knees. Too much cushion shoved into a too small piece of clothing.
Next was her garter belt. Cute, adorable, with little black bats dotting around the sides. Her long white gloves looked amazing. They hugged her thin wrists and delicate fingertips. She had such soft hands. Probably because she kept on using so much lotion and moisturizer. An authentic peacock feather duster was held loosely in one hand.
The piece de resistance was the actual cute French maid outfit. The skirt section flared out sort of like a tutu. Halfway down her generous pumpkin sized ass cheeks. Her thick thighs had eaten up her thong. Her trim waist made her look intoxicating. Her soft stomach was exposed. Along with her navel piercing. Her shoulders and the top half of her tits were also being shown off. A long pink nipple had slipped upwards and was winking at Dipper conspiratorially.
A small lace choker was wrapped around her neck. Her blonde bob was bouncing right at the end of her shoulders. A few loose strands of hair rasped against the fancy silk outfit. The cherry on top was the cute maid hat sitting at a jaunty angle on top of her head.
"This is just a joke! I'm not actually wearing this downstairs! This is just for fun! Hahaha! An old stupid thing I saved. I was just trying to see if it still fit!" Pacifica protested as Dipper marched forward. He loomed over her, she squirmed in embrassment. Her face was turning bright red.
Her skin tone actually matched her lipstick for once.e on dummy say something!" She protested. Dipper leaned down, cupped her cheek and gave her a kiss. A sweet one. One that pressed insistently. One that pressed nothing but love and support and his tongue down her throat.
Pacifica let out a squeak. Her hands balled into fists against his chest. She squirmed and then melted upwards. Going up onto tip toes. She closed her eyes and embraced the thick yarn that dotted his chest. Her nipples both sprung free of the tight constricting garment. She let out a satisfied sigh as Dipper grinned downwards at her.
"Okay…So uh….Wow….Super hot but we've got a house full of people-"
"They can wait." Dipper responded. He gripped her by the hips and began to rub his cheek playfully against hers. "Come on….Let's go for this."
"Right now?" Pacifica gasped. The PAWG knew that Dipper was a total horn dog. But still. It was pretty risqué to do it right then and there….
"Come on…I thought maids knew how to be subtle. How to do their work without anyone catching them." He said with a playful grin. His fingers were biting into her sides. Pacifica rolled her eyes. The nerd did love his roleplaying. She might as well indulge.
"Okay. But it will have to be fast okay? I don't want to miss anything down there." She said with authority. She poked his nose playfully. Dipper spanked her ass cheek hard. A yelp came from her mouth.
"Is that any way to talk to your employer Miss Northwest?" Dipper said in a sing song voice. Pacifica batted her eyes. Already getting into the role. She bite her bottom lip and let out a giggle. It sounded innocent and girlish coming from her mouth. She had gotten better over the years. Moving on from a spoiled bitchy brat into a bit more of a fun loving rebellious teen. And how now finally settled on a semi functional adult.
"Oye! Mr. Pines!" She said in possibly the worst French accent that she could manage. Dipper snorted and pulled her closer. She wiggled in his grasp. Her lips parting enticingly.
"'OH! 'Ow do you American's stand all of zee…how dyou say? Heat in sis ouse?" She said screwing up her nose. Trying not to break into great guffaws of laughter too.
"It is certainly hot in here my sweet. You should probably get comfortable. Maybe unbutton that constricting blouse of yours." Dipper said as he slowly rubbed his hand down her side. The buttons along the side coming undone under his smart thick sausage like fingers. Dipper didn't paw, he didn't tear, he didn't glomp. He plucked, he moved his fingers with a wonderful delicate manner that made Pacifica shiver in delight.
The blouse fell to the floor. Now she was in very little. Pacifica shivered. Her nipples were erect, her ass was clenching, her entire body was flushed and alive with excitement.
"Oooooo Monsieur Pines….What a naughty naughty man you are! To undress me like this?" Pacifica turned in his hands and with a wiggle was soon free. Clicking across the floor, her ass cheeks bouncing. Jostling for space. Her thong was quickly discarded, kicked over with one heel. It flew through the air and plopped onto Dipper's shoulder.
He grabbed it, pulled back and launched the piece of elastic and lace and silk back towards her. Pacifica chuckled and then bent way over. Starting to 'dust' with the feather duster. She went poorly though. She had never dusted before in her life.
Dipper snuck up behind her. Kicking off his boots. Dropping his pants. His underwear on top of them. And shrugging his sweater off in one fluid motion. He got up behind and gripped her ass cheeks firmly. Pacifica let out a squeal and turned with a devious glint in her eyes.
"Monsieur Pines! You left it all zoooooo dirty!" She complained. She then eagerly ran the feather duster over his pecs, his biceps, his abs, his crotch. Tantalizing his dick, forcing it upwards. She hummed when he was at half mast. Her eyes hungrily devouring the absolutely hog cock that was awakening in front of her.
"Mmmmm I believe zhat widdle ole me will have to…how you American's zay? Get close…and…personal…and give a…hands…on…inspection…." She dropped to her knees and gripped his dick with both hands. She pressed her lips to his cock head. Letting out a little sigh. Her eyes shut closed in rapture. This was one of the happiest places she could possibly be. If you had told her even a year or two ago that she would find peace and a security unheard of in her life….She would wonder where. And if you told her it would be kneeling at the feet of Dipper Pines with his throat stretching, bitch breaking, counter cracking hog cock pressed to her lips….She would probably have gone nuts at the revelation. But now…being here…It all felt so right!
So she began to kiss downwards. Her lips relaxed and she began to slurp along his side. His vein pressed to her nose. She had a bit of difficulty pressing the entire shaft down her throat. So they had found a few ways around it. Such as just having her kiss and lick and nibble and bite and moan. His cock head was soon dripping in arousal. The two knew that this would be a bit of a quick meeting of bodies. But it would be worth it. Nothing got the tension wicking away quite like a good hard fuck.
Dipper placed his hands on his lower back. Thrusting upwards and outwards. His testicles hung low and heavy like a goat in heat. His balls were pressed to her shoulder. Pacifica sort of hefted the tennis ball sized pleasure orbs against her. She rubbed the side of her face against them. His cock spurted a bit of pre against her face. She wiped it up with a pinky and tuted. Wagging a finger at him condescendingly.
"Oye! Naughty Naughty Monsieur pines! Whatever would your sister think? Making such a mess across zee help!" Pacifica licked his cock from base to tip, then back down, like she was drooling over an especially dense thick hard heavy ice cream cone.
"But…I zhink zhat zhou zhould have a…what's zee vord? Good hard cunt fuck…Get zhis lust outta yer system." She had lasped into a bit of a backwoods drawl towards the end. But it was still insanely hot.
Dipper panted and then picked her up. She found herself on her back. He was between her legs and kissed her beautiful pussy lips. He then peppered his way upwards. His tongue and lips giving her plenty of attention. Until finally they were face to face. It didn't matter how tall he was or how short she was. On their backs they could look each other directly in the eyes.
Dipper gripped her face and planted a loving kiss on her thick perfect blow job lips again. He was smearing her make up shamelessly. He was making a mess of their bedsheets. And he was definitely going to pay for interrupting her getting ready ritual later…But he didn't care. He wanted her. Carnally he yearned for her.
Pacifica felt him spread her thighs and thanked the spirits the heavens and who knows who else for the magic of IUD's. They never had to worry about condoms! She gasped as he pressed his penis against her pussy entrance.
"Kiss me…Oye please…kiss me." She said breathlessly. Dipper held her shoulders and placed his lips to hers. Her knees pressed to his hips as he slowly engorged himself home into her cunt. Pacifica gasped and bit his tongue. Her body rolling in delight. She tried to control her shivering…But the shacking only grew with intensity.
Dipper paused after a few thrusts. Letting his dense fuck stick sit comfortably inside of her shaft. Neither moved until she let out a breath.
"Okay…." Pacifica whispered. With that Dipper began thrusting again. The bed creaked. Missionary might have been tried and true, but it was also very very comfortable. And he liked to look down on her while he thrust. Her toes curled against his back. Her fingernails broke through the gloves and dug into his shoulder blades.
"Uh! Uh! Uh! Fuck…Fuck…uh fuck…oh fuck…oh fuck Dipper." Her pleasure was scrambling her brains. Her mind was floating far above. Somewhere close to heaven or the roof beams. Her core was a tight magnet of heat and pleasure. Her insides were churning with joy.
Dipper's cock was like some sort of magic wand. He worked with a careful piston like precession. Making sure that he got every last inch of her. Making sure that not a single spot was left untouched. Unpampered. Unloved. He was going to make sure that every last inch of her pussy and womb felt the pleasure. That her joy filled expression would be permanently glued onto her face.
He grunted and slammed his hips against hers harder and faster. His eyes closed in delight. He was concentrating on keeping his own orgasm back. The burning in his loins had reached a fever pitch. He knew that this was insane. He knew that it wasn't healthy to hold your cum back for so long. But he loved the feeling of being inside of her. He wanted to stay snug and warm and safe and slippery inside of her guts.
Pacifica's pussy was gripping and massaging him with a reckless abandonment. Her lips were parted. Her pretty blonde head was pressed against the pillow. And then her mind went snap and something bubbled up from deep inside of her.
"C'est vrai, espèce de gros connard ! Fais-moi jouir de ton putain de bâton ! Réorganiser ma chatte ! Je suis à vous! Je suis à toi et à toi seul mon amour ! Je veux que tu sois à moi ! Être en moi pour toujours ! Si vous ne me réclamez pas ici et maintenant... je mourrais ! Je veux vos bébés ! Je veux ton nom ! Appelez-moi Mme Dipper Pines! Maintenant, crème à l'intérieur de ton amour! Crème à l'intérieur de ta femme ! Couvre mon ventre de ton épais jus d'amour chaud ! Ma chatte aspire au goût ! Mon arraché adore le goût ! Mon amour... Mon amour... mon amour... merci... merci... merci"
Dipper paused in confusion at the last part. Curious by why she was begging for mercy…Until realization hit and he realized that she was still speaking French. A language that she had never once admitted to having known before. And the self centered girl would have definitely addmitted to knowing French.
"What was that all about?" He asked. Pacifica stared up at him. Her orgasm subsiding. Her breath hitching. Her smile was soft, satisfied, a bedroom smile. Reserved for lovers on a honeymoon.
"Thank you love." She mumbled through thick lips. She put a finger to his chest and slowly pushed upwards. Dipper rolled over onto his back as she mounted him with a grin. Her love juices were starting to drip out of her snatch.
"Thank you Dipper. Thank you so much. For everything. For loving me…For caring about me. I know that Halloween isn't exactly the 'season of love or anything' But I don't know. I feel like you can be a lot more honest about it. That you can be honest with your emotions. Some people put on masks during this day. I think that other's take theirs off. And well….I feel good taking mine off around you. I feel…Safe…Loved…so merci mon amor….Merci." She said. She gave him a sweet kiss. Dipper had his hands on the underside of her rump. He slowly lowered her down until she had speared herself on his fuck stick. His cock slowly spreading her pussy lips. Pacifica let out another gasp. Their foreheads rocked together. Her next orgasm was fast. Then the one after that. And the one after that.
"Fuuuuuuccccckkkkkkk Dipper! I'm going to…I'm going to scream…"She mumbled, biting his shoulder as her eyes rolled in their sockets.
"Whatever babe. I'm going to cum." Dipper responded. He grasped her by the hips and shoved her all the way to the base. His exsplosion of love juices deep inside of her was a lot like stuffing crème filling into a doughnut. But with a lot more sweat. A lot more kissing. A lot more giggling. And a banshee like moan that would put a boggart on the moors to shame.
Pacifica's orgasm plunged her around his spasming erection. His dick pumped all the way to the back of her womb and deposited load after load after load of cum. He groaned and shivered. Their eyes were unfocused as they messily made out on the bed. A pillow holding Dipper up. Her thighs swimming with spunk and cum. The two finally collapsed. Pacifica cuddled up next to his chest.
"That…that was….whoa." Pacifica sighed out in delight. Dipper hummed in agreement. One hand holding both of hers. He brought his lips to his fingers and peppered them with kisses.
'A ring would look really good there.' He thought absentmindedly. He wondered just how soft she felt. She looked like she was ready to turn into a puddle and go to sleep.
"We should probably go downstairs." Dipper grumbled wetly into the crown of her head. Pacifica hummed in response. She rubbed her pussy needfully against his leg. His strong hard as iron thigh made her squishier legs seem all the more pillow like.
"Or….maybe we shower and squeeze one more round out in the shower." Dipper suggested.
"Yes. Totally. That one. Always that one. Let's see if I can get you talking French this time." Pacifica stood up and promptly sat her ass back down. Her legs didn't seem to want to work. Dipper scooped her up and exited the bedroom with a chuckle. She nuzzled his chest like they were on a honeymoon.
"Whoa! Great mix tape Mabel! Where did you get that realistic sounding moaning from? I would swear that someone was getting tortured up in this bitch." Grenda the Olympian Amazonian said as she elbowed one of her besties in the shoulder. Mabel grinned and wiggled an eyebrow as the deep moans, wet slaps, and overwhelming grunting wraith like gasps filled the downstairs.
"Oh a gal has her secrets!" Mabel shouted back 'Like rigging the showers with a microphone and speakers to play back around the house…Since I knew something like this would happen. Bwahahahahahahaha….alpha twin.' Mabel thought to herself. She just hoped that those two wouldn't loose track of time and fuck through the whole Halloween party. Treats were fun but it would be a rotten trick to play after everything Mabel had done to set up.
Review. Faster updates for this and other stories if this and other stories get more reviews. Would love to see art work of this or any of my other work. Faster reviews for my other less popular stories means that more updates at a faster pace. Or just more stories like this one.
Also any requests in reviews will probably be ignored.
Also just to be clear. I do not do pedophilia, all characters are aged up in this stuff or aged down depending on the character, no loli, no yaoi, no shota, I don't do watersports (Shit/Piss/fart fetish shit)I don't do stuff like vore or entire bodies getting shoved into places (Shrink play) I don't do blood play or torture (Ball/cock crushing etc) or certain old people, (Yes I am a fucking hypocrite) . Also if you ask for something in reviews that normally means I won't do it. So anyone who asks for that will be disappointed. If you have questions/requests/suggestions PM me instead.
Also have an ao3 account under the same name. and same titles.