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Wendy had known long before she met Dipper that she was a bad person. Dipper had come in through the front door of the Mystery Shack, face red with exertion from lifting his suitcase that was almost as big as him. Stan had lumbered in after him, another suitcase in his hands and a hopping Mabel following close after him. Wendy had almost missed it when Stan had introduced Dipper and Mabel to her, too lost in the growing lust she felt pooling in her stomach from looking at Dipper’s young body and round eyes.
Things like this continued after their initial meeting. Wendy took on the role of “cool older girl” better than she thought she could, but then again twelve year olds are notoriously easy to impress. Dipper especially was easy to impress.
It hadn’t taken even a week before she had Dipper looking up at her with those lovestruck eyes of his, too young, dumb, and stupid to realize the alarming lust shining back in hers. Even Mabel hadn’t seemed to have caught on, too hooked on the magic of love to see the warning signs.
Wendy wasn’t sure about Stan, but what could the old man do anyways? She was sure he at least had his suspicions of her “preferences” (far too many little boys coming out of the bathroom with her with teary eyes and shaky legs for him not to), but an old man like Stan probably has his own vices. He wouldn’t be the one to cast the first stone.
This wasn’t going to be like her other excursions, couldn’t be. Dipper and Mabel were staying for the whole summer. She couldn’t just wham-bam-thank you maa’m and send them off to their parents, sent into therapy or ignored. There was a great possibility that Dipper would tattle on her if she didn’t do something to make him quiet.
Even then, her chance at getting at Dipper was seemingly constantly being thwarted by Stan himself, almost hellbent on never leaving her alone with him, much to her and Dipper’s chagrin.
But, he wasn’t omniscient, he wasn’t a god (much as he liked to think himself as one). It only took one slip up, one “You and Soos take care of the kids, I’ll be back by tomorrow” for Stan to leave Dipper and Mabel in their care. And it was almost far too easy to get Mabel to hang with Soos for a bit while she got Dipper all to herself. Dipper was more than happy to take her with him on an adventure, cleverly whispering in her ear that he wouldn’t tell Mabel or Soos about it, that it would only be the two of them.
Wendy felt the universe slide perfectly into place.
They took the golf cart, with only Dipper’s bag of stuff and the journal to help them on their journey. Wendy couldn’t even remember what they were after to be perfectly honest, much too preoccupied with the slick pooling between her legs, thoughts swirling with all the things she was going to do to Dipper.
They drove about ten minutes away, leaving the golf cart on the road halfway through to trek through the forest. Every step felt like agony that she wasn’t touching Dipper, but she told herself it would be worth the wait ‘til they found the perfect place where no one would hear them.
At least she got to look at Dipper closer, completely without restrictions. Before, she’d had to avert her eyes and not stare too long at inappropriate places lest Stan see something in her eyes that gave her away.
Now, though, she let herself drink it up, from Dipper’s chubby little thighs to his soft lips, moist from how often he licked his lips. Dipper was a walking sex fiend, tempting her like this, twelve years old be damned. Dipper could be three years old and she would still want to fuck him.
With a quiet “Aha!” Dipper announced that this clearing was the spot to find whatever plant he was looking for. Wendy set their stuff down on a nearby log and let him run around, only mildly interested in whatever he was searching for. She was much more interested in the way his shorts rode up his ass and tugged on the outline of his cute little balls when he bent down to reach for something. Or the way his shirt rode up sometimes to show his soft tummy, smooth skin unblemished.
“Oh my god, Wendy, I-I think I found it!” Dipper ran over to her, holding up a long vine, lilac flowers sprouting from the top.
“Hey! Congrats, dude.” Wendy slumped onto the ground from seat on the log, patting her lap. “C’mere, show me what it is.”
“O-oh, um, well, I-” Dipper stuttered, looking at her lap, sweaty hands starting to shake, “are-are you sure? I-I might be too heavy.”
“You? You’re like half my size, you’ll be fine. C’mere.” Wendy patted her lap again. Dipper visibly gulped and stumbled over to her, carefully lowering himself onto her lap, wiggling his ass over her crotch. Wendy struggled not to make a sound, panties absolutely soaked at this point, especially with the scent of “boy” flooding through her nose. She let her hands gently fall onto his hips, stopping his wiggling. Dipper squeaked under her and shifted his thighs together.
Wendy could tell Dipper was hard, the little bulge in his shorts so sexy she felt herself grow lightheaded. Dipper started to shift more, the awkwardness of trying to conceal your prepubescent boner from your adult crush enough to make him start rambling off a long winded explanation of what exactly the plant did.
Wendy didn’t bother listening, sneaking her hand down to the little bulge and squeezing over it. Dipper let out the cutest yelp, tensing in her hold.
“Wendy, I-I can expl- I can explain!” he stuttered.”Please-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to! It-it’s not what it looks like!”
“Oh yeah?” she said, rubbing over the growing bulge. “You want to explain why you’re hard just sitting in my lap like a pervert?”
Dipper grew pale, apologies falling from his lips as his eyes started to water. And, oh fuck, wasn’t that just the cherry on top?
She dipped her hand into his shorts, tugging out his little cock, all chubbed up and red, too cute for her to not want to eat.
“Sh, it’s ok Dip. It’s normal.” Dipper whimpered when she pulled from the base of his cock to the head, and she tried to pull down the foreskin wrapped snug around his glans, but they wouldn't budge.
“Here, how ‘bout I help you with this, yeah? You’re almost a teenager now, practically a grown-up. You should be able to pull this down, yeah?” Wendy tried to pull the foreskin down again, but Dipper just yelped, his first tear slipping down his cheek.
“Wendy, please, we-you don’t have to do this! I’m-I’m so sor-sorry!” Dipper wailed.
Wendy shushed him again, lifting his hips up so she could push his shorts down beneath his balls, the fabric pushing them up to make them look swollen.
She spit in her hand and wrapped it around Dipper’s babycock again, his precum also aiding with the slide. She couldn’t quite get the angle right, though, so she switched to just using two fingers to pump, the visual effect a million times more hot. Dipper was just a little baby like this, just some dumb preteen being jerked off by an adult in the middle of the woods because he couldn’t get past his puppy love and see the warning signs. It was his fault, honestly. Dipper had probably wanted it, bringing Wendy out to the woods all alone. He had wanted this and now he had it, panting and shivering from Wendy’s hand on his babycock, almost about to cum.
Wendy watched as Dipper bucked his hips into her fingers, too desperate to stop himself even when his tears turned into full blown sobbing, scratching at her hand still clutched around his waist. She hissed at the sting and pinched his balls for it. Dipper shouted and started crying harder. She went back to stroking him and pressed saccharine kisses to his forehead, shushing him like a mother would.
“Wendy-Wendy pl-please! Something, oh, something’s coming! I can’t-” Dipper whimpered, his humping more strained and his hips stilling in her hold. She could barely look down before Dipper drew his knees up and his babycock pulsed and throbbed in her hold, two measly spurts of preteen cum staining her hand. Dipper cried through it, sobbing into her shoulder.
Wendy ducked down and pressed her mouth to his, laving her tongue over his. Dipper whimpered again, hips bucking from the stimulation. She kissed and sucked and slobbered over his mouth. Dipper started to impatiently wiggle again, overwhelmed noises filling his mouth.
She let go with a “puah”, saliva linking them together. She lapped at his bottom lip again, breaking the strand. She lifted Dipper up off of her, turning around and setting him on the ground in front of her.
“Ok, Wen-Wendy, look, I-I promise I won’t tell-tell anyone. We can just forget this happened, ok?”
“What do you mean, Dip?” Wendy shucked Dipper’s shorts off his legs before he could protest. “I’m not done yet.”
Wendy didn’t think she would ever forget the horrified look on Dipper’s face, if only because that look would live on in her spank bank for forever. She lowered herself to the ground, wrapping her arms securely around Dipper’s thighs before dragging his babycock to her mouth.
Dipper immediately squealed, legs trying to struggle their way out of her arms as she sucked her cheeks in, her tongue dipping into his foreskin. Dipper grasped his shirt with tight fists, eyes rolling back to look like he was possessed.
Wendy didn’t stop for anything, sukling his babycock like it was her favorite treat, letting her spit soak into his balls before lapping it right up again. She loved to watch his face as she popped off his dick before sucking both his smooth balls into her mouth, swishing them around and tugging them.
Wendy found that because Dipper was so small, she could suck both his dick and balls into her mouth at once with little difficulty. She also found that DIpper would burst into wailing sobs whenever she did that. By the time Dipper was tensing again, little babycock spurting into her mouth and balls pulsing against her tongue, she found it was probably her favorite thing ever.
Dipper was dead after that, unconscious body still leaking tears down his cheeks. Wendy sighed, this would be so much easier now that he was unconscious.
She bit her lip at the little cock limp against Dipper’s hipbone, still bobbing and pulsing from the aftershocks of his kid orgasm and unbuckled her belt. Quickly, she shucked her own pants and shoes off, panties sticky with slick, a long line of it connecting her pussy with the panties.
She crawled over Dipper’s unconscious face, pressing her fingers into her folds to collect some slick. She shuddered, clit sensitive when she brushed over it. She swiped the slick onto Dipper’s lips, pressing a finger into his mouth to press on his wet tongue.
She didn’t waste anymore time, scooching up a little before lowering herself onto Dipper’s face, nose and mouth pressed snug against her pussy. He started to wake up at this, limbs heavy with exhaustion, but still fighting valiantly to fend off his attacker. She wrapped her calves around his arms for good measure, rutting her pussy against his mouth.
“Wen-Wen-dy-,” Dipper tried to say, mouth struggling to take in air.
“I did all this for you, Dipper. I made you cum over and over again, you better return the favor.” Wendy smushed her clit against Dipper’s mouth. “So open up, Dipper. That’s right, stick out your tongue. Stick out your tongue, Dipper, I wasn’t asking.”
Wendy grabbed Dipper’s hair, yanking him against her cunt, rutting against his face. Dipper started crying again, tired sobs that racked his chest. Finally, he opened his mouth, letting his tongue stick out.
“ Ah, that’s good. That’s good, Dipper, good job.”
She humped against Dipper’s tongue, clit dragging against its slick heat. It was wet and warm and she wondered how she ever managed to wait this long to have this.
“Stick your tongue in my pussy, Dipper. C’mon, lap on me.” Dipper hesitated and shook his head no, retracting his tongue.
“Wendy, please-I-” Wendy bashed Dipper’s head against the ground, the shout Dipper gave music to her ears.
“I said, stick your tongue in my fucking pussy. You don’t have a fucking choice, Dipper. I’ll fucking kill you. I’ll kill you and I’ll kill Mabel and fucking Stan, do you understand me?” She ground her clit against the bridge of his nose, getting pussy juice in his eyes. “Do you want that Dipper? Tell me, do you want to die? Do you want me to kill your sister or are you going to do what I want?”
Dipper screamed, choking on his sobs and answered, “ No! No, please! Please, I-I’m sorry! I’ll do it! I’ll do it, please!” His reedy voice, strained with the anguish of the idea, coursed through Wendy unlike any drug in the world.
“Then open your fucking mouth .”
Dipper opened his mouth again, and Wendy sat her pussy on it, moaning out at the little tongue that started lapping at her hole. She rutted against it, suffocating Dipper, surely, but not caring when her own orgasm was so close.
This was heady; this was the greatest thing she had ever done. She humped against Dipper’s face, his muffled sobs pleasant vibrations against her cunt. She felt herself stiffen, pussy properly smushed against Dipper’s face when she came with a roar. Squirt soaked Dipper’s mouth and chin, leaking into his mouth and nose, choking him. She hunched over him, letting herself ride it out, the experience of brutally raping such a beautiful kid sending a euphoria through her.
She sat back, off Dipper’s face and watched his face begin to melt into tears again, slick covering his face, spewing out of his mouth, hair mussed and spiked, limbs shaky and tense.
“You ever tell anyone about this and I’ll kill you and your entire family.”
She looked down at his little dick, plump and bouncing even from the abuse he had suffered, and looked back into Dipper’s eyes. This time, he looked past the puppy love he once had and was able to see the ugliness behind her eyes.