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“Heyyyyy Dipper…” Pacifica said, stumbling up to his standing table.
“Hey Pacifica,” He replied, taking a sip of his club soda. “Enjoying the party?”
The Mystery Shack was draped with lines of lights. On the lawn in front a dance floor had been laid out, surrounded by yet more lights. A variety of tables surrounded it.
“It's alright…” She said leaning onto the table, intentionally putting her arms under her breasts, pushing up her bust. Dipper could not help looking down to enjoy the view. Her white dress already had a low enough before, now it was downright sinful. “Haven't seen enough of you though.”
“Really?” Dipper said. “Thought you'd want to see as little of my…oh what did you call it ‘stupid peasant face’ as possible.”
“Dipperrrrr…” Pacifica whined. “You know that was ages ago.”
She leaned into him, slumping harder that she perhaps planned, unsteady as she was on her feet. But she didn't complain. She took the opportunity to grind into Dipper. Practically humping his leg, her tits flush to his side. Her hands ran up and down his chest.
Dipper looked down at her face, which was pouty. He also caught a whiff of something.
“How much have you had to drink?” He asked, eyebrows raised.
“Enough to know this is getting boring,” She said, rolling her eyes.
“Pacifica you're the one who…” He started, trailing off as she blatantly stole his club soda, taking a swing. She frowned and looked at his cup with disdain.
“Club soda?” She said. “Really? Have a little fun Dipper! Tonight of all nights!”
“Well someone has to stay sober?” He reasoned. “After all…”
She whistled and Gompers the Goat came trotting over. Mix of drinks balanced precariously on the tray strapped to his back. Dipper still had no idea how Mabel had trained a goat to deliver drinks. Let alone how nothing fell over.
Pacifica reached down and grabbed two glasses and a bottle of wine that looked more expensive than anything Dipper owned. Including the silk tux he was wearing now.
Shooing Gompers the Goat away she poured out a glass for him and a glass for her. She downed hers quickly while he sipped slowly.
“C'mon,” She said, pawing at him. “Have a little fun, Mister Pines…”
He had to admit, she was doing it for him. Her rosy cheeks, the flush that spread down to her bare shoulders. She'd looked beautiful and gorgeous and all day of course, but there hasn't been any time alone either. And the way she was rubbing him…he was starting to get hard. And she knew it.
“C'mon…” She repeated. “Dipper come on…I mean it's not like anyone can yell at us…”
She cupped his crotch, fondling his balls through his pants, and then giving his cock a playful squeeze.
“I know you want it…” She whispered in his ear, breath hot.
His hand shot around her side, curled around her back, and eventually found a place gripping her ass. She gave a happy giggle.
“You know,” He growled. “If you really want some fun, you wouldn't want me to drink. To avoid any performance issues.”
She giggled.
“Fair enough,” She said, grabbing the wine bottle. “More for me.”
With one hand she kept rubbing him off, with the other she took a long swig of the wine bottle.
“Man I am so fucking horny right now,” She said with a grin. “Wanna go fuck in the woods?”
She gave his cock another squeeze. He groaned.
“What are they gonna do? Kick us out?”
“Your dress…” He protested feebly. As he had expected she just rolled her eyes.
“It'll clean,” She said. “Besides, half the fun of this is wasting my parent's money. I mean look at me, I'm chugging this uh…uh…”
She squinted at the wine bottle.
“Man that is a crazy font,” She said, giving up trying to read. “All I know is that it's expensive and I'm drinking like cheap beer, c'mon.”
She tried to drag him off but wound up stumbling. So he was the one to actually guide them away from the lights, keeping Pacifica steady as she simultaneously tried to walk, undress herself, undress him, and drink. None of them were particularly successful.
He didn't take them all the way into the woods, for that was dark and full of terrors. Instead he pinned her to the far side of the Mystery Shack Totem Pole.
“Oh ho ho Mr. Pines,” She said. “How strong are you.”
By this point Dipper was rock hard and out of patience with his woman. He yanked down the front of her dress and started playing with her bare tits.
“Ohh fuck…” She moaned. Her nipples hardened in arousal and the cool evening air. “Shhhooo good. More Dipper. Please, I've been waiting all day, it's supposed to be special but how is it gonna be special if we can't even fuck?”
Dipper was ahead of her, already pulling down his pants and underwear, liberating his cock. His hands shot out and yanked up her dress. And then he yanked it up some more. And then some more. And then some more. And some more. Handful after handful of lacey white fabric.
“Fuck why is there so much of this?” He muttered.
“You said it was the most beautiful thing you'd ever seen earlier,” Pacifica whined beneath him.
Before he had to figure out how to respond to that particular minefield, he finally had hiked the dress up enough to expose her gorgeous, garterless legs and her underwear. Still lacey. But much easier to remove. So he did.
Pacifica gasped and he wasted no time guiding his cock into her dripping pussy. The bunched up dress created an awkward sort of cushion between them, but they were both so desperate they didn't really care. The back bunching probably helped Pacifica avoid rubbing too badly against the pole.
Because she was slumping into the pole, leaving Dipper to steady her as he fucked her. He didn't mind.
“Fuck…” He muttered. “Fuck you feel even better like this Paz.”
Pacifica’s eyes rolled back, her head rocked as Dipper pounded her
“Yes yes yes yes yes,” She mumbled desperately. “I love you I love you I love you.”
“Love you too sweetie,” He mumbled, grunting with the effort. “You're so beautiful.”
“You're so hot,” She replied. “So hot. Soooooo…fuck fuck fuck that's the spot.”
She descended into incoherent moans for a few moments.
“Dipper?” She said, weakly, looking up at him with the cutest little pout.
“Yeah?” He asked, slowing down with some concern.
“I'm sorry I was such a bitch to you when we were kids,” She said with a seriousness that bordered on comedy. “Really really sorry. Do you forgive me?”
Dipper laughed for a half second before he saw the legitimate worry in her eyes.
“Of course I do,” He assured her, rolling his hips into her forcefully to reinforce his point, earning gasps from her. “Wouldn’t be here if I hadn't, would I?”
“Oh right,” She said, flushing as he rocked into her. “Ohhhh yes yes yes right there Mr. Pines fuck me right there please please please.”
“Of course my dear Mrs. Pines,” Dipper replied, happy to keep fucking his wife.
“This is just like them,” grumbled Preston. “We spend all this time and money on this wedding and they disappear before the reception is even over. It's humiliating.”
“Now dear, I'm sure they're just greeting some guests,” His wife said placatingly. “Or rearranging their finances to get more tax breaks, like we did.”
A loud moan echoed across the dance floor.
“Or maybe they're getting a headstart on the honeymoon,” Mabel suggested, reaching for her caddle prod.