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Smells Like Teen Spurts	By : Nastyzak Category: +G through L > Gravity Falls Views: 15483 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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21. Horny as Hell
Tambry Rivera was horny as hell.
On Sunday she flew back from Chicago, where she had represented Pacifica in a top-level conference about tax shelters and discreet money handling. Oh, sure, Northwest Enterprises paid taxes, but it found ways to reduce the bite to a nibble, and the outfit was gearing up for the tax accounting that would come at the end of the second quarter, as usual. Boring stuff.
Tambry had lucked out to a degree. When Pacifica sent her off the previous Thursday afternoon, she didn’t have to board a commercial flight, but took the corporate jet. She was the only passenger, the crew was Louis Duchamel, Pilot, and Henry Carter, Co-Pilot. They stayed too busy to attend to Tambry’s needs, but she requested privacy and got it.
A notable perk of flying on a private jet was that nothing limited her to three ounces of anything. She had nine ounces of frozen sperm in a well-insulated Thermos, and another two ounces, unfrozen, in a small plastic bottle, the type that hotels used to give their guests little containers of shampoo. That morning on the flight out, she had a cup of coffee with extra special cream and then, quietly, she used a vibe to take the edge off.
She checked into the hotel that night, and young Captain Duchamel had the adjoining room. He and Tambry had screwed around before, and they did again, with him complaining of her insistence on a condom. “I don’t know who you’ve been sleeping with,” she told him. When it was over, she sent him back to his own room and locked the communicating door.
Tambry flopped on the bed, took out her phone and texted Pacifica:
HERE IN THE HOTEL. JUST FUCKED THE PILOT. HE’S LAME IN BED.
Paz was awake and replied:
I REMEMBER HE'S PRETTY FUCKIN HOT, WHAT’S WRONG, HAS BIG D SPOILED YOU? And a winking emoji.
I CUM QUICK WHEN DIPPER AND ME DO IT, L.D. FUCKED ME FOR TWENTY MINUTES AND NOTHING. HAD TO FINISH MYSELF OFF.
Pacifica: WE’LL MAKE UP FOR IT WHEN U GET BACK SUN. WILL HAVE A SURPRISE 4 U.
Tambry: WHEN WILL DIP B BACK?
Pacifica: NOT TIL TUES, DON’T WORRY, I PROMISE 2 TAKE UR MIND OFF HIM!
They cut the exchange short. Tambry wanted, but did not take, another sip of Dipper juice. She’d finished off the small bottle. The Thermos had to see her through tomorrow and Sunday morning up until their scheduled take-off for Oregon at 10.
Pacifica had trained Tambry to be a good businesswoman, and she conducted the conference with the accountants with efficiency and thoroughness. They met for two hours on Friday morning, gathered some data, and came back for another two hours at three that afternoon.
In between, instead of lunch Tambry had a pick-me-up drink, four ounces of milk from herself, Paz, and Wendy combined with two ounces of semen. Right after that she took advantage of Pacifica’s executive washroom in the Chicago office to put one vibrator up her ass, another in her pussy, and cum four times. She even milked herself into a paper cup and then put that in her coffee for the afternoon meeting.
Damn, she missed being in the office with Paz, when they could take a sex break any time they wanted. Whatever the surprise was that Paz promised, Tambry hoped it would be worth this boring trip.
By six she was back in the hotel. She texted a photo of herself, nude and on the bed, her legs kicked back and her butt in the air, a vibrator lodged in her pussy. It was for Paz’s eyes only. She captioned it:
STATUS UPDATE: JUST PENETRATED MYSELF WITH YOUR BIG BUTTERFLY VIBE. MISSING YOUR MOUTH AND FINGERS.
She got no immediate reply and treated herself to another orgasm. She squirted at the end, as she always did now, and reflected that she was using up the hotel towels at an alarming rate.
Saturday was another work day, private meetings with the company’s representatives to foreign markets, and she got through that somehow. That afternoon she went shopping. Pacifica had a favorite, upscale adult store, and Tambry picked up a couple of presents for her boss, best friend, and lover. That evening she spent a little time at a women’s-only bar and brought a new friend back to the hotel for a little private party.
It was still not up to her new standards, though the new friend was impressed with Tambry’s skills.
So the next morning, fly back to the nearest airport to Gravity falls, get in her car, and get set for the boring drive.
Tambry was wearing a long dark-blue sweater top and a mid-thigh black skirt, along with fishnets. Nothing else except flats and a bra, no panties. Oh, and a new toy she’d bought for herself, a Double Pleaser. It was a cuplike device with a bulbous plug for inserting into the vagina and a second one that filled her butthole. It nestled against her clit and labia, too, and had a handy remote control.
She had stolen two thick towels from the hotel (so sue me) and had folded them on the seat. The nice thing about that skirt, the really cool thing was that she could pull it up all around and tuck it under the hem of her sweater. So she was driving practically bare-assed, with the little vibrator coming on every so often to keep her entertained.
The towels soaked up her squirts, though the breast pads she had tucked inside her bra started to feel quite damp. She had used up all the semen, and she was feeling hot and tense by the time she punched in the code and drove through the gate to park in Pacifica’s garage. She noticed a car in the circle out front and wondered who it could be.
But she tugged her skirt down, got her suitcase and briefcase from the trunk, and entered through the hall from garage to kitchen. “Paz?” she called. “I’m back!”
No answer, so she punched Pacifica’s number into her phone. The blonde girl answered right away: “Tam! Where are you?”
“Uh, like in your dining room. Where are you?”
“In the playroom. Come on down!”
“On my way. Whose car—”
“Come on down. Now!” Pacifica giggled and hung up.
Half-smiling and wondering what Pacifica had up her sleeve, Tambry went down, past the sunporch-like room with the sauna and hot tub, and just as she reached for the doorknob of Pacifica’s playroom, the door opened.
“Hi!” said a smiling brunette who wore a dog collar, a sheer gray body stocking that left both her breasts and pussy completely exposed, and heavy makeup, purple eyelids, bright pink blush, red lips. “I’m Mabel, Pacifica’s sex toy. I’ll do anything you want in any way you want! Try me out!”
Behind her, Pacifica, completely nude, lay back lazily pleasing her own clit with a vibrator. “What do you think?” she purred.
“You look hot,” Tambry said to Mabel. “And I’m horny.”
“Strip and let her go down on you. She’s much better than she used to be,” suggested Pacifica. “But first come and lie down with me and kiss me. How was the meeting?”
“Got everything we wanted,” Tambry said, pulling up her sweater.
“Let me help you with that!” Mabel said brightly. She took and folded the sweater, unfastened Tambry’s bra, noticed the absorbent pads and sniffed them. “Such a waste.” Then she unhooked Tambry’s skirt, approved of her lack of underwear—“Panties are so five years ago!”
Tambry took out her travel vibe and removed the fishnet stockings, went over to Pacifica and lay on the big memory-foam pad, and kissed Pacifica while spreading her legs. Mabel dived right in.
“Oh, man!” Tambry said as Pacifica teased her nipples with the vibe she’d been using. “You weren’t kidding! She’s great, just like Dipper!”
“Yeah, I’ve trained her pretty good,” Pacifica said smugly. “Mabel, let me have your string.”
“Yes, Miss Pacifica!”
“Aw,” said Tambry. “Wait, Mabel. You’re not finished with me.”
“Just a moment.” Mabel twisted around and handed one end of a pink cord to Pacifica. Then she lay prone and started to lick Tambry again.
“Watch this,” Paz said, tugging on the string. Mabel bent her knees and raised her ass, and Tambry saw a string of black anal beads come popping out slowly from her asshole.
Mabel pressed down harder and sucked and licked Tambry’s clit. “Fuah!” Tambry yelled. “Right there!”
Mabel shook—with an orgasm, Tambry knew for sure—as Paz pulled the last bead from her asshole. A moment later, Tambry came hard, and Mabel eagerly swallowed her spout of liquid. Then she straightened up, grinning proudly. “Look!” she said, tugging at her nips. “Mabel milk!”
“Suck up Tambry’s first,” Pacifica said. “Then she and I will suck your tits for you.”
“Yes, Miss Pacifica! Thank you!”
“If you do a good job,” Pacifica said, patting Mabel’s bottom as she moved around to suckle Tambry, “you can be a pony for half an hour.”
“Mm-hmm!” Mabel said.
“What the hell did you do to her?” Tambry asked.
Pacifica shrugged, bobbing her boobs. “Little Dipper cum, little domming. You’re gonna love Mabel now. She can get incredibly anal.”
“Just my style!” Tambry said. “Ooh, she sucks my tits good, too.”
Mabel looked up, a little milk dribbling from the corners of her mouth. “All finished!”
“Lay back,” Pacifica told her. “Tam and I are gonna suck your milk out now. You can’t cum, though! If you keep yourself from cumming, I’ll give you a brand new great big tail plug so you can play pony. And then you can cum as much as you want.”
“Oh, yes!” Mabel said as the two girls began to attend to her lactating breasts. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” Paz bit down, not too hard, on her nipple. “Ow! I mean, thank you, Miss Pacifica!”
They broke for an early dinner. Pacifica would not allow Mabel to wear clothes—she had to sit naked at the patio glass table with her legs spread wide. However, she was allowed to eat. They warmed up three steaks and had them with a spinach salad and a good wine, a Cabernet. Mabel ate very primly, for her, carefully cutting a bite of steak and glancing at Pacifica, who would either nod or shake her head. If she shook her head, Mabel would cut the bite into two smaller bites. However, Pacifica allowed her three good full glasses of wine.
She started to look a little out of focus. “Now,” Pacifica said when they had finished, “Tambry and I want you to give us a massage. Do you know how?”
“Sort of, Miss Pacifica,” Mabel said. “I mean, I’ve had massages. I’ll do my best.”
Next to the sauna room was an actual massage room, with two sturdy professional-quality masseur’s tables, the kind with a cut-out for the recipient’s face. Pacifica had Mabel tie her blonde hair up into a ponytail. “No oil in my hair!” she warned.
“I’ll try hard,” Mabel promised. Tambry, like Pacifica, had stripped down, and she sat on the other massage table and watched, rubbing herself off as she did. Mabel carefully warmed some fragrant massage oil, scented with essence of orchid and silky-smooth.
“Don’t slosh it on,” Pacifica warned. “Just a small dribble to begin with. That stuff costs three hundred dollars for a six-ounce bottle.
“Wow!” Mabel said. “It smells great. Please tell me if this is too cool or too warm.”
She dripped just a little onto the middle of Pacifica’s back. “Just right,” Pacifica said. “Go ahead.”
“Thank you, Miss Pacifica,” Mabel said. She started to stroke the oil all over Pacifica’s upper back and bit her lower lip as she did. The stuff smelled so good. Mabel hoped that if she pleased Paz, the blonde girl would let her remove the two-inch-thick black leather collar. Her neck was feeling sweaty.
She kneaded Pacifica’s shoulders, and the blonde girl sighed. “That feels nice. Now you can move down. Slowly, don’t just suddenly grab my butt!”
A squirming Tambry asked, “Hey, Paz, can I have like a teaspoon of the oil?”
Pacifica raised her head and glanced at her dark-complexioned lover. “You’re such a slut. Mabel, go pour just a little into Tambry’s hand.”
“Yes, Miss Pacifica.” Mabel went around the table and Tambry reached out and pulled her in for a kiss before holding out her right hand. Mabel poured about a small poonful of oil into her palm. “Thanks!” Tambry said.
“Back to work, Pony Girl,” Paz ordered.
Mabel rubbed down Pacifica’s middle and lower back and then dripped oil on the pink swells of her butt cheeks. “Tell me if I’m too rough,” she said in a small voice.
Across from her, Tambry was going crazy with the oil, masturbating with her oil-slick middle right finger and rubbing her asshole with her left forefinger. She caught Mabel’s lust-glazed glance and winked at her.
“You can knead them,” Pacifica said, snapping Mabel back to the job at hand. “Yes, like that. She’s pretty good, Tams. No, no, don’t dive into my crack! Now start at my heels and work your way up both of my legs. Then you can do my butt. I’ll turn over so you can do my boobs and pussy.”
“Oh, thank you, Miss Pacifica,” Mabel said. When she moved down the table, Tambry squirted and gasped.
“Tambry, can’t you wait?” complained Pacifica.
“No, I get so horny!” Tambry said. “Mabel’s really dripping, Paz. I can see the juices leaking down both her thighs.”
“Can you blame her, massaging a girl like me?” Paz replied lazily. “Back of my legs, outside calves and thighs, and then . . . inside.”
“Oh, fuck,” Tambry said as Mabel turned her back to her. “Paz, when did you stick that butt plug in her?”
“While you were undressing,” Pacifica said.
“Mabel, I know that one. Isn’t it kind of big for your tight little hole?”
“I feel stuffed,” Mabel admitted. “But Miss Pacifica says I have to loosen up for later.”
“Shut up, Tambry,” Pacifica said. “This is just getting interesting. All right, Mabel, no putting your fingers inside, but you can massage between my butt cheeks and legs now.” She spread out a little.
Mabel’s heart was beating faster. She and her roommate had never done stuff just like this, or experimented with beads and plugs. She carefully rubbed Pacifica’s puckered butthole without violating it, and then her pussy. “Do you want to turn over now?” she asked.
“Yes. You’re doing good so far. Don’t mess up with my front. Wait a sec.” Pacifica carefully scooted and rolled until she could sit up. Then she lay back, feeding her ponytail through the face hole in the table. “Look at how stiff my nipples are. I want you to start with them and then move down.”
Pacifica’s enlarged nipples, pink and erect, all but throbbed as Mabel carefully dripped oil on therm. She started to massage them. Pacifica closed her eyes and smiled—but then her blue eyes popped open. “What happened?”
“I did!” Tambry said.
Pacifica glanced over. Tambry had put her hand in from behind, and she had a finger up Mabel’s pussy. Mabel’s face was bright red, and her hands clamped on Pacifica's boobs. “I’m sorry! I didn’t expect that!”
“Tambry!” Pacifica said. “Let her finish, and then she’ll do you, and then we’ll both do HER!”
“Got carried away,” Tambry said. She stuck the finger that had slipped inside Mabel into her mouth and sucked on it, then bent over to kiss Pacifica. “Taste.”
Pacifica did and then licked her lips. “Mabel juice is pretty tasty,” she admitted. “Ooh, my milk’s starting. Now do my tummy, Mabel, and finish with my pussy. Tambry, suck my nipples.”
“They’re oily!” Tambry said.
“So?”
Grinning, Tambry bent down. “So that just makes them yummier!”
By then Mabel’s knees were trembling. Still, she paid loving attention to the swell of Pacifica’s stomach and finally, at last, moved down to her dainty pubic triangle, which proved once and for all that she was a real blonde, and her hot pink slit.
She wished she had the nerve to bend over and lick it, but—
With the oil she gave Pacifica a squirming, squirting orgasm, and at least Mabel got to lick her fingers. Then Pacifica said, “Acceptable! Now do Tambry.”
In a way, the darker girl was harder to do, because she couldn’t help wriggling and squirming the whole time. When Mabel did her ass, Tambry said, “Put a finger in, I don’t mind!”
No, she didn’t. And she didn’t when Mabel sucked her tits as she simultaneously massaged Tambry’s pussy. Pacifica, watching with interest, though she wasn’t fingering herself, asked, “How did she do, Tam?”
Tambry stuck out her arm to give a thumbs-up. “Fantastic! I say we make her happy now!”
“I’ve got two vibrating strap-ons,” Pacifica said. “I get her pussy, you take her ass.”
“Fine with me!” Tambry said.
“And she stands between us,” Pacifica said as she got off the table. “I need a towel to get a little bit of this oil off. You?”
“Feels good, I’m leaving it on,” Tambry said. “Hey, Mabel, what do you say to being the filling of a Mabel sandwich?”
“That sounds so sexy!” Mabel blurted. Then, like a little kid, she raised her hand. “Could I ask a question, please, Miss Pacifica?”
“Sure, and now it can be Paz again,” Pacifica said as she took a warm towel from the cabinet and patted herself all over. “What is it?”
“May I have permission to take off this collar? Only it’s really hot, and I want to concentrate on both of you?”
“Let her take it off,” Tambry said.
“Since she asked permission nicely, all right,” Pacifica said. “I’ve got the vibrators ready. You ought to take the red one. I’ll take the pink.”
“Fine!” Tambry said, unfastening Mabel’s collar for her. She reached out to cup her full breast. “It’s okay, Mabel. Paz can get sort of demanding at times.”
“Thanks,” Mabel said, moving her head to loosen her neck. “Um—my legs are really shaky. I want you to both do me, but I don’t know if I can stand up!”
Tambry smiled. “How do you feel about mink-lined handcuffs?”
Pacifica had those, too. And a chin-up bar in the playroom that Mabel could reach without having to stand on tip-toe. “You really want the handcuffs?” Pacifica asked.
“She says she’s weak in the knees,” Tambry said.
“All right, but you’d better not go round telling people I’m into bondage, because it’s not that.”
Tambry told Mabel, “The cuffs belonged to her dad!”
“Tambry!” Pacifica complained. “All right, yes, they did. Here, Mabel, let me put them on your wrist. Now toss the other one over the bar—careful! Stretch up your other hand. Is that too tight?”
“No, the fur lining is nice an' soft,” Mabel said.
“Not straining you?”
“No, look, there’s a little slack in the chain.”
Tambry and Pacifica donned the strap-ons in front of her. “You’re lucky,” Pacifica said. “I’ve only had one really good D.P.”
“I’ve had a bunch,” Tambry said. “You’re gonna love it! First I have to take out that plug, though. Open up! Now you can push. Damn, this is a thick one! At least I won’t hurt you when I slide this puppy in.”
First Paz lubed up her and then Tambry's strap-on. Tambry took Mabel's ass first, and stretched as it had been by the big old turnip-shaped plug, her hole readily accepted the wicked red dildo. Tambry, who was a little taller than Paz, helped Mabel thrust her pelvis forward so Pacifica could push her pink dildo into her pussy.
Mabel thought she might faint. With Pacifica’s hot tits pushing against her from the front and Tambry’s from the rear, she was already on the verge of cumming.
But then . . . the two other girls turned on the vibrators.
“Oh my Gawd, fuck me hard!” Mabel yelled, her neck straining as she threw her head back. Clutching the chain of the cuffs with both hands, she gabbled high-pitched nonsense sounds, mnnyah, ung, ooh, spurring both Paz and Tambry on to fucking her so vigorously that all three girls wound up using the chin-up bar for support.
Mabel hadn’t felt that good since the day she ate a bunch of Smile-Dip packs. She came not once or twice, but continuously, her heart racing, her brain hazed, her mouth inarticulate and trying to apologize because she knew she was leaving a puddle of pussy juice on the floor. Paz had been right—on a diet of girl milk and Dipper semen, Mabel had developed the talent of squirting.
And so had the other girls. Both of them came hard, finally stopped, and withdrew from sheer sexual exhaustion. Breathing hard and with shaking hands, Tambry managed to unlock the cuffs. Both Paz and Tambry had to grab Mabel to keep her from crumping to the floor in a daze of ecstasy.
“Hot tub?” Tambry asked as they helped Mabel lie on a mat.
“Hot tub!” Pacifica agreed. “Mabel?”
“Imma wanna mugga wugga,” she said.
Tambry winked at Paz. “We’ll take that as a yes!”
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