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Strictly Business	By : Nastyzak Category: +G through L > Gravity Falls Views: 4073 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Strictly Business

Seriously? You want details?
All right, all right, let’s follow Pacifica, Wendy, and Dipper upstairs on the first day they were all officially employed by Pines Paranormal Investigations, Inc.
Lots of company execs (Dipper, President, Pacifica CFO, Wendy, Head of Production) would celebrate with a raised glass of champagne and firm handshakes all around. Not these three.
Dipper still couldn’t get over a naked Wendy. His hands wanted to explore that long, firm body—but she made him walk up the stairs to the second floor ahead of her. She and Pacifica giggled, making him feel self-conscious. He hadn’t seen Pacifica’s bedroom since the redecoration. Holy smokies, as Soos would say. She’d had the last ten feet of the hallway repartitioned to become part of the bedroom. The king-sized bed was massive, with a proper headboard (Wood arch at the top, iron rails holding it up, ideal for handcuffery) and plenty of pillows.
“Come here,” Wendy said, beckoning Dipper over. “I’m gonna strip you, dude.”
“And you can watch me while she’s doing it,” Pacifica said.
“Is it hot up here?” Dipper asked.
“Gonna be!” Wendy said. “Okay, off comes the pullover, and look at this—you got a vee neck under it! You can finally pull that off, man. Speaking of which, arms straight up.”
Pacifica had removed and folded her jacket, and now she was unbuttoning her blouse, one tantalizing button at a time. Wendy’s tugging his tee shirt over his head temporarily cut off the view, and when she finally got it off—she was working slowly—he saw that Pacifica and dropped her blouse and removed her bra. “Good pecs, huh?” she asked Wendy.
Wendy was running her palms over his chest. “You’ve really blossomed, man. Look at those abs. Close to a six-pack! What’ve you been doing?”
“Uh, jogging every day, weights three times a week. Have to be in good condition for ghostbusting—whoa, I like those, Pacifica!”
Pacifica had removed her skirt and pantyhose. Beneath she wore a thong that seemed to have been made of bright red tooth floss.
“What about mine?” Wendy asked. She fingered her love mound. “Oops, left it downstairs. But I got this little red triangle. Cute?”
“Mouthwatering,” Dipper said.
“You’re too slow,” Pacifica complained. “Let me help.” She unfastened his belt and his pants. Wendy unzipped them. Pacifica pushed him so he sat on the edge of the bed. The two girls knelt in front of him and untied and removed his sneakers. “Two gorgeous girls kneeling at your feet,” Pacifica said, tilting her head to one side and gazing up at him. “How does it feel?”
“Great,” Dipper said. “I’m king of the world.”
“Not yet,” Wendy said. “Feet off the floor, lift your butt off the bed! Now, Paz!”
Each girl grabbed a pant leg and they whooshed the garment off him like a magic trick. “Hey, hey,” Wendy said. “When did you start wearing boxer briefs instead of whities, Dip?”
“While back,” he said.
Pacifica said, “That’s a much better wrapping for his package.”
“Lay back,” Wendy said. “Speaking of packages, mind if I unwrap this one, Paz?”
“Be my guest,” Pacifica said. “But I get first turn.”
“What do we have here?” Wendy asked as she pulled Dipper’s undershorts down and off. “Man, you’re standing at attention! Pacifica, you didn’t say it was so big.”
“Wanted to surprise you,” Pacifica said she got into the bed on the far side of Dipper. The two girls caressed Dipper’s already throbbing cock.
“Dipper, have you been taking vitamins?” Wendy asked. “How’d you get it so long and thick?”
“Just . . . grew that way,” Dipper said. With just a little help from the shrink/grow crystal. Hey, it was fair, after Mabel had used it to boost her bust size. “Unnhh . . . you girls are so beautiful, but if you keep doing that—”
“Okay, no more jerking our guy off,” Wendy said. “Hey, Dip, I’m gonna get Pacifica all lubed up for her cowgirl ride. You don’t mind If I sit on your face, do you?”
“I’ve had dreams about your pussy,” Dipper said.
“Now you’re talking like a grown-up! You keep your hands off that dick, man, and watch me get Pacifica hot for you.”
Pacifica turned, her head toward the foot of the bed, and raised her legs, seizing both ankles in her hands and opening her pink pussy. “Wendy was the first ever to do this for me,” she told Dipper. “Watch her.”
Wendy was using a ribbon to tie her hair back into an enormously long ponytail. “It’s all in the tongue and the fingers,” she said. She stretched out on her tummy, her knees bent and her calves and feet in the air, giving Dipper a great view of her freckled butt, asshole, and pussy. “Dip, if you want, you can give me a little finger action while I do this.”
As she lowered her mouth to Pacifica’s pussy and started to lick long and slow, like a cat smoothing a kitten’s fur, Dipper slipped his right hand down. She moved a little, opening her pussy enough for him to slide his fingers along the slit.
He could see what she was doing to Pacifica. Her tongue teased around the blonde girl’s clit, then dipped down into the happy pink valley. Pacifica started to writhe. Wendy increased her pressure and slipped a finger inside. Gasping, Pacifica said, “You do this so well!”
“I always loved your taste,” Wendy told her before diving back to her snatch snack. Dipper stretched his arm a little and his finger went into Wendy’s pussy up to the knuckle. She was dripping wet, and she rewarded him with little wriggles that encouraged him to pump her harder.
After just a few minutes of this, Wendy said, “Hey, Paz, if you don’t want to squirt in my mouth—fine with me—but if you want to cum with Dipper inside you, better change positions, girl.”
“Yeah,” Pacifica said, swinging aboard.
Dipper’s cock felt stretched to its limit with the two girls in bed with him, their flesh warm against him, and their pussies perfuming the air. Pacifica settled onto his cock, and Wendy swung a leg over, pausing to let him gaze up at her wet gleaming pussy. “Here you go, Dip. Hope you know where everything is! I’m gonna love on Paz’s tits while you eat me out.”
She settled down, Dipper reached up and put a hand on each ass cheek and then started to lap at the redhead’s—to him—upside-down pussy. His tongue plunged into her just below her clit, and he licked in and down and then went back, increasing the depth and pressure of his licks, now working her clit. From her sharp breathing and little moans, he guessed he was doing okay.
Pacifica, fucking him, braced herself with one hand on his upper abdomen. With the other she caressed Wendy’s tits and pinched her nipples as the redhead sucked Pacifica’s nipples hard, sometimes nipping them between upper teeth and bottom lip. Very quickly, for her, Pacifica screamed, “Fu-u-ck!” and clamped down on Dipper’s dick as she came. “Damn, that’s good!”
“My turn!” Wendy said.
“Wendy, you go down on me now,” Pacifica said. “Dipper, you take her doggy-style. Why didn’t you cum?”
“Too busy,” Dipper said.
“That’s all right,” Wendy said as she and Pacifica got into position. “You can cum inside me. It’s safe.”
“I just hope I can hold out,” Dipper said.
As he had with Pacifica, Dipper stood while Wendy leaned over the bed and again began to eat out Pacifica. He rubbed the head of his dick up and down her slit, and she took a moment to say, “Fuck that, Dipper. Put it in!”
So he did. He’d expected Wendy’s pussy to be looser than Pacifica’s—Wendy, he thought had more experience—but she was surprisingly snug and felt even hotter inside than the blonde. Pacifica grinned over Wendy’s long body at him. “Don’t just stand there, dummy. She likes to be pumped hard!”
Dipper reached to grasp Wendy’s upper thighs and then started to fuck so hard that her butt smacked against him at every stroke, jiggling and making her grunt. She never stopped licking and fingering Pacifica, though, and the blonde girl came again, squirting.
“That’s my girl!” Wendy exclaimed. “Dipper, you’re doing damn good, but let me ride you like Pacifica did, and I’ll show you what I like.”
In some dumb cowboy movie that he, his gruncle Stanley, and Mabel had once watched, a cowpoke had said his horse was rode hard and put up wet.
Wendy rode him hard, holding onto the headboard bars, her face red, her teeth in a grin. Her technique was different from Pacifica’s. When she fucked, she not only rode up and down the shaft, but at the bottom of the stroke she pressed forward. Pacifica knelt on the bed beside her, one hand on the redhead’s ass, her blue eyes on Dipper. “He’s nearly there! Come for him Wen!”
“Ahhh fuck YEAH!” Wendy yelped.
At the same time, Dipper shot his first load into her depths. He felt her shiver head to toe. “Oh, my God!” Wendy panted. “Perfect timing. And I think you filled me right up to the brim!”
She rolled off him, and Pacifica said, “Let me. I love how his cum tastes!”
“Help yourself, girlfriend.” Wendy lay on her back, her legs spread wide, and Pacifica ate her out.
Dipper lay beside Wendy, kissing her. Then she asked, “How’d you get so good at fucking, Dip?”
“Don’t know,” he said. “I didn’t have much practice in college. Four. No, five times, and that’s all.”
“Aw, you saved up for—woo!" Wendy's teeth clenched, her face burned red, and she gaped. "Yeah, Pacifica! You made me cum! Hey, speaking of that, get up here and share with me.”
Pacifica, her cheeks bulging a little, squirmed up and poised her head over Wendy’s. Wendy opened her mouth, and Paz pursed her lips as if whistling and let a silver strand of thick cum drip onto the redhead’s tongue.
"Hot as fuck," Dipper said.
The girls swallowed. Then they liplocked in a kiss. When it was over, both girls’ lips gleamed, and drops of Dipper’s cum glided over their lips and cheeks.
“You’re right, Paz,” Wendy said. “Dip’s splooge is tasty!”
“I’d like another helping,” Pacifica said.
Wendy asked, “Hey, Dipper, you ever had a double blowjob?”
“N-no,” he said.
“Would you like a double blow-job?” asked Pacifica.
“Uh-huh!”
“Here’s the deal,” Wendy said. “We get you off again, and then you have an official rest period. While you do that, me and Paz are gonna sixty-nine each other and maybe play with some toys. We haven’t seen each other in like two years, so we gotta catch up.”
“You’re welcome to watch,” Pacifica said.
“Hell, join in if the spirit moves you,” added Wendy with a grin. “And how about this? After we two rest a little and your cock’s nice and hard again, you can choose what to do next.”
“Uh—do you still have my cap?” Dipper asked.
For a moment, Wendy looked as if she were about to burst out laughing. Then she said, “I’ve still got it, dude. One of my treasures.”
“Because I’ve still got your trapper’s hat over in the Shack. We can trade back if you want.”
“Mm—hey, Paz, is it okay with you if I go over to Dip’s place later and do the hat-trade ritual? I have to say, it involves a lot of fucking.”
“You can go,” Pacifica said primly, “only if you both work together to make me cum three more times.”
“We can do that,” Dipper said.
So Wendy donned a strap-on and fucked Pacifica’s ass while Dipper took her pussy, and Pacifica came screaming. Then Pacifica rode Wendy in a revere cowgirl while sucking Dipper off, and she came with a gulp and a drippy smile. And then the three of them did a daisy chain, Dipper’s dick in Wendy’s mouth, his mouth on Pacifica’s pussy, and Pacifica giving Wendy head.
It got to be so late that they all broke for a snack, chilled white wine, crisp crackers, sharp cheese, and pears, sitting cross-legged on the bed, drinking in each other’s naked bodies along with the heady wine. And then they fooled around until dark, and it would really be better to do the hat exchange in the morning, so they slept together in the huge bed, Dipper lying back with a boob in each hand, Wendy’s in his left, Pacifica’s in his right.
In the morning they woke up. They all showered together in the huge stall, and Dipper decided that if showering with one soapy girl was fun, showering with two was fantastic. Then Wendy and Dipper kissed Pacifica bye for now and drove over to the Mystery Shack in his official PPI Inc car. He and Wendy went hand-in-hand inside to be greeted by Soos and Melody. Soos practically yelled, “It’s so good to see you, like back in town, Wendy dog! Are you staying long?”
“Got a job,” Wendy would tell him. “Going to live in Gravity Falls again.”
“That’s so great!” Melody said.
“Yeah, but right now me and Dipper are gonna go up to his room and fuck,” Wendy said with a wide smile. "It's okay with his girlfriend."
Soos’s grin grew. “Up top! Me and Melody like doing that, too. Have fun, guys!”
Gravity Falls. It always surprised you.
Up in the bedroom, Dipper dug out Wendy’s trapper's hat. She was wearing his pine-tree cap. They traded. They took off everything else. For a moment they just stood there smiling at each other. “Man,” Wendy said, touching his face, her voice soft. “Maybe I shouldn’t have told you I just wanted to be friends. You and me missed out on a whole lot.”
“It’s worth the wait,” he told her. “But now I have another mystery to solve, along with the ghost stuff. You, Mabel, Paz—all the good-looking girls in town—why are they all bisexual?”
“Good point,” Wendy said. “You want to call Mabel—?”
“Oh, hell, no!” he said. “I just want you in bed. Me on top this time. And keep that fur cap on.”
“Yes, sir,” she said. She sprawled and reached down with two fingers to spread her pussy. “Take me whenever you’re ready.”
He was more than ready. And she was more than happy to be taken. Three times before noon, because three seemed to be Dipper's and Wendy's lucky number.
And that was how the three of them, two hot girls and a horny young ghostbuster, greeted a new year, a new business, and a new relationship.
And of course Dipper, Pacifica, and Wendy had adventures together later, but more about that some other time, okay?
For now let’s say they had a lot of happy endings.
The End
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