Chapter 3: Climax
Dipper couldn't ignore it anymore. All day he had persuaded customers who couldn't make up their minds to buy these bad fake products, while Wendy had sat on the other side of the room behind the till, leaning forward so that he could see perfectly into her cleavage every time he turned round to face her. Now that the shop was finally closed, he shooed the customers out in a manner that would have honoured Grunkle Stan. She understood his longing gaze and grabbed his hand almost with amusement as he impatiently dragged her up the stairs to the bedroom he always shared with his sister Mabel. As soon as she had closed the door behind her, Dipper pushed her against it and kissed her. In all the years they had known each other, she had never seen him so stormy and self-confident. Wendy liked this Dipper.
But she was well over a foot taller than him, and she wasn’t going to have him ordering her around. With a playful smile, she wrapped her arms around him and easily flipped them around, pinning him against the door. "Easy there, little man," she teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I'm the one in charge here."
Dipper's breath hitched, his cheeks flushing as he looked up at her, his hands resting gently on her hips. "I—I don't think I can wait any longer," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.
She leaned down, her lips hovering just above his. "Well, lucky for you, I want you so bad," she murmured, before finally closing the gap and kissing him again. Dipper’s hands began to explore her body, tracing the curves of her hips and back.
Wendy groaned softly, her tongue invading his mouth as she pressed him harder against the door. Her hands were on his hair, grabbing at them, holding him close. Dipper's fingers found the hem of her tanktop and began to slowly pull it up. She let go of him long enough to lift her arms and help him slide the top over her head. His breath caught as he saw her bare breasts, and he reached out to touch them, cupping them in his hands, his thumbs brushing over her nipples. She responded with a low growl of satisfaction, grinding against him.
Dipper could feel her heat against his crotch, her soft curves pressing against him in a way that made him hard as rock.
He reached down to her chest and cupped both her large tits in his hands.
He squeezed them gently, his fingers rubbing the stiff nipples before grabbing them between his thumb and index fingers. He pulled on the sensitive nubs and she gasped, her head falling back against the door and her lower body grinding against his, both of you were getting hotter by the second. A whirlwind of desire took over Dipper, making him twist her nipples just a little harder. Wendy’s breath hitched and she let out a delicious little yelp. Her reaction made his dick jump in his pants. He wanted to be inside her so badly, but he also wanted to take his time and explore every inch of her body.
Wendy seemed to understand his thoughts. She moved her hands down to unfasten his jeans.
"It's okay," she whispered. "I've got you." The words were both comforting and arousing, and he surrendered to her touch, letting her take control. She pushed his jeans and boxers down to his knees, freeing his erect cock.
He gasped as she wrapped her hand around his length, her fingers barely touching as she gripped him. "Fuck, Wendy," he groaned, his head falling back against the door. Wendy smiled, clearly pleased with the effect she was having on him. She slid her hand up and down his length, her grip firm and confident. "You like that, don’t you?" she asked, her voice low and sultry. Dipper could only nod, his breath coming in short gasps as he leaned his hands against the door. Wendy continued to stroke him with a deliberate intensity, leaving him gasping for relief.
"Good, because I want you like that," she said, and then she commanded,
“Now get on the bed."
Dipper wasted no time in complying, shimmying out of his jeans and boxers completely, kicking them to the side as he crawled onto the mattress. His whole body was tense and throbbing with arousal. Just as he wanted to climb onto his bed, Wendy stopped him. "Not this one.", her voice more of a growl,filled with lust. "But that's Mabel's Bed.", Dipper turned in. "Exactly," With this she pushed him on his sister bed. Dipper let out a gasp as he landed and she was on top of him before he could say anything. She climbed onto his chest, straddling him, her thighs pressing against his hips as she leaned down to kiss him again. Her breasts pressed against his chest, her nipples hard and rubbing against his skin. Dipper's hands found their way to her hips, gripping them tightly as he matched her kiss with equal fervor. She broke away from the kiss and looked down at him, her eyes filled with lust. She was dripping wet, her pussy aching to be filled by him.
She ground her hips against him, her clit rubbing against his rock hard shaft. Dipper could feel the wetness against his cock and it drove him insane. He wanted to be inside her so badly, but he knew he had to be patient. As Wendy kissed him, she reached down and took both of his hands, placing them on her large round tits. His fingers dug into her soft pale skin and he pinched the nipples between his thumb and middle fingers.
Wendy moaned softly, her head falling back as she rocked her hips against him. Dipper’s hips began to rock with hers, his cock slipping through the lips of her pussy, coating itself with her wetness.
His face flushed crimson and his breathing became heavy, his hands almost trembling as they held her soft, curvy body. Wendy reached down and guided his cock to her entrance, positioning him exactly where she wanted him. Dipper could feel the heat of her pussy against the tip of his cock, and he couldn't resist thrusting up into her. He gasped as he entered her, her tightness enveloping him completely.
Dipper’s eyes widened as the sensations overtook him.
“Oh fuck,” Wendy moaned, her hips rolling as she took his cock deeper inside. He was so fucking big and hard, filling her up so completely and making her feel so fucking good.
It felt like he was touching every single nerve ending in her body, and she couldn’t get enough. He groaned as he pushed deeper into her warm, wet pussy and she could feel every inch of him and her pussy quivered, and she let out a whimper as he thrust again. She started to move her hips in rhythm with his, meeting each of his thrusts with her own. She could feel the coarse hair of his soft balls brushing against her as he moved in and out of her, and it was the sexiest thing she'd ever experienced in her life.
"Fuck, Wendy, you're so fucking tight," Dipper groaned, his hands gripping her hips tightly.