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Pooling Their Assets	By : Nastyzak Category: +G through L > Gravity Falls Views: 2081 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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The first thing that went through Wendy’s mind as she plunged into the pool was “I’m so gonna kick Mabel’s ass!”
She wasn’t worried about falling in the water. Wendy learned to swim when she was five and if she hadn’t been so lazy in high school, she could easily have captained the Gravity Falls High Gophers swim team. But, damn, boots weren’t ideal swimwear. While she still spun underwater, she reached down and tugged them off. Her flannel shirt, jeans, and socks still weighed her down, but she was a strong girl, and with two kicks she broke the surface and gasped. “Mabel, you little bitch!” she yelled.
“Over here, over here,” Mabel said. She reached down a hand and with her help, a sodden Wendy dragged herself out of the pool.
“What did you do that for? I’m soaked! And my boots—”
“Aw, you’ve waded creeks in those boots,” Mabel said. “Little water won't hurt 'em. Besides, they’re right down there on the bottom. You can dive for ‘em, can’t you? I’d like you to get them.”
The strangest feeling went through Wendy. Yes. She ought to get the boots back. Mabel wanted her to, and she should make Mabel happy. “Oh, damn it,” grumbled Wendy, about to dive.
“Wait, wait. Your clothes are all wet and uncomfortable,” Mabel pointed out. “Just strip down. There’s nobody here yet but us three girls. You can spread your stuff on the chairs and they’ll dry at least a little.”
That didn’t make much sense and triggered some sort of alarm. “Did you just push me in so I’d get naked and make out with you?” she asked.
“No, no,” Mabel said, all innocence. “Unless you just want to. From what I hear at night, my Brobro is keeping you pretty well set sexwise. Hey, I always wondered, is his dick big?”
“Yeah, lot longer and thicker than I thought it would—Mabel! That’s private!”
Mabel was grinning, though she sort of apologized: “Sorry. Look, just bring your boots up. If they’re ruined, I’ll buy you another pair.”
“You’ll have to. Here, help me peel my undershirt off.”
The garment clung to her wet skin, and Mabel tugged it over Wendy’s head as the redhead leaned down. When she straightened, pushing her mane of wet hair back, Candy said from the pool, “You have very beautiful boobies, Wendy! They are so round with such pretty nipples.”
Huh. She didn’t even remember removing the bra, but she must have unhooked it while still bent over.
Mabel said, “You’ve gone this far, might as well take off the panties, too.”
“Yeah, might as well.” Wendy pushed them down, but they were so wet they rolled up into a tight band.
“I got ‘em.” Mabel came up and pulled the panties down to her knees. “Sit in that chair and hold up your feet.”
Wendy did, and Mabel worked the wet garment over her heels and took them off. Grinning, Mabel said, “This reminds me of last summer when you taught me how to go down on you. That was fun!”
“Yeah,” Wendy agreed with a little smile. “It was fun for me—wait a minute, what’s the idea? I’ll get my boots and figure out how to find some dry clothes, and then I’m leaving.”
“If you want to go,” Mabel said.
Wendy dived in from the edge. The pool water made musical sounds, glunk! glunk! in her ears. She felt the pressure as she dived down to the twelve-foot depth. She grabbed one boot and decided to come back for the other. She surfaced and handed the boot to Mabel. “Don’t you dare toss it back in!”
“You feeling horny?” Mabel asked with an innocent smile.
“Kinda,” Wendy admitted. “Must be the skinny-dipping.”
“You’re probably swallowing a little pool water,” Mabel said. “It's okay if you do, it's chlorinated. Go get the other boot. Somebody’s knocking at the gate.”
“Yeah, other boot.” Somehow everything was seeming drifty, dreamlike. And she was starting to get that feeling—her heart pounded faster, her pussy and clit started to feel warm and heavy, and her breasts were swelling, the nipples getting hard. But—but—boot. Boot. There it was. She dived, grabbed it, and then for some reason opened her mouth and gulped in a little water and swallowed it.
She scissor-kicked to the surface and tossed the boot onto the edge of the pool. Her hair was in her eyes, and impatiently she pushed it away—
“Hi, girlfriend!”
Wendy looked up, eyes wide with surprise. “Tambry!”
Her best friend in high school stood on the rim of the pool, already wearing a black bikini. “How’s the water?”
“Fuckin’ great!” Wendy heard herself say.
Mabel said, “Jump in, Tambry, and see for yourself. I think Wendy’s kinda aitch-oh-are-en-ee!”
“Cannonball!” said Tambry, and she took two steps and plunged in.
She and Wendy swam to a shallower area and then Wendy grabbed her old friend and kissed her hard on the mouth. Underwater, Tambry’s hands stroked her bare ass cheeks. When they broke apart, Tambry said, “Whoa, girl! You’re glad to see me! Man, I feel like going down on you. You on with that?”
“Take off your swimsuit,” Wendy said. “I want all of you!”
“Uh—” Tambry turned and called, “Mabel, is it okay if I strip?”
“Bare-ass is best! Mabel said. “I'm waiting here 'cause more guests are due at the gate. Listen, girls, it’s important to get ‘em all in the water as soon as we can and let everybody join in the fun. This is Pacifica’s party, and she’ll be showing up in thirty minutes. Thirty-five, she’s always fashionably late. I want everybody to be naked in the pool and horny when she comes. And then when she cums, too!”
By then Tambry had taken off her brief black two-piece. She and Wendy sloshed out of the pool. On the deck at the shallow end, Mabel had strewn about twenty air mattresses, covered with oversized bath towels. Candy, also naked, tagged along with the older girls. “Hi, may I watch you? I am a lover of girls, not boys, and I love to watch people make love!”
“Sure, be our guest,” Tambry said. “Hey, Wendy, I'm aching to get my tongue on you, but I heard you and Dipper were best fuck-buddies now.”
“We are,” Wendy said thickly. “Oh, Tambry, he fucks so good! But I love you too, and, uh, he’ll forgive me. And I want to taste your pussy so bad right now!”
“Think we can still do it the way I like best?”
With a Corduroy grin, Wendy said, “Gonna try.”
Instead of laying her down, Wendy picked Tambry up and twirled her. Then, standing, Wendy lowered her mouth to Tambry’s pussy, while her friend bent her legs and squeezed them against Wendy’s sides. Meanwhile Tambry had embraced both of Wendy’s spread thighs and was slurping at her pussy.
“Oh!” Candy said. “This is new to me! A standing-up sixty-nine! I must learn how to improve my cunnilingus techniques! I will watch.”
Wendy felt her pussy dripping with juices. As much as she loved to fuck Dipper, and she loved that more than anything, this was really getting her off. She remembered doing the same thing when she and Tambry were high-school seniors and how Tambry had surprised her once by showing up with a barbell clit piercing, a golden rod with two gleaming balls, one at the top of the hood, the other pressing the clit.
Wendy tongued them, feeling Tambry’s arms tighten on her thighs And then Tambry gave her the latest surprise—she’d had her tongue pierced, and the hard little orb stimulated Wendy’s clit so that her knees began to weaken.
But they were too close to break apart, even to lie down and continue. Tambry enthusiastically swallowed Wendy’s pussy juice and licked harder and even harder. Wendy took Tambry’s clit into her mouth and firmly, but gently, held it between her teeth as she polished the slippery nub, feeling the gold ball press and spring back in the elastic flesh.
Wendy didn’t even have time to yip out a warning. She felt the electrical surge of orgasm all through her body and then—
Tambry gulped and gulped and finally gasped, “Put me down and finish me off!”
Wendy knelt on one of the air mattresses and lowered Tambry. “I didn’t mean to, uh, didn't know—” she started.
Tambry, her cheeks, mouth, and even throat glistening, said, “You squirted, girl!”
“First time that ever happened,” Wendy said. “Okay, I’ll lick you until you get off.”
Tambry spread her legs and Wendy knelt and lowered her mouth—and then she squirmed. “What did you do?” she yelled over her shoulder.
“Just a butt plug,” Mabel said. “Don’t worry, you’ll love it later!”
“I wanna cum!” moaned Tambry.
So Wendy put off the question of the butt plug and went back to pussy licking.
Nearby Candy sat intently watching them. She had a slim pink vibrator in her hand, jammed into her pussy, and she fucked herself with it as she watched Wendy and Tambry go at it.
Tambry and Candy came at about the same time, while Mabel went to the gate to admit more victims, um, party-goers.

2
Dipper had expected Wendy to call him back within a few minutes. When she didn’t, he tried to call her, and then Mabel. Both girls’ phones were switched off.
If he had not known Mabel literally all his life—and all but fifteen minutes of her life, since she was that much older—he might have just left it at that, figuring Wendy was helping Mabel with car trouble.
But he did know Mabel. At about the same time that Mabel shoved Wendy into the pool, Dipper went down to Mabel’s bedroom. As usual, it was a jumble of her interests. She had balls of wool with knitting needles thrust in them, sketchbooks with really very artistic portraits and landscapes and abstract designs scattered on her desk and on the floor, art supplies like clay and tubes of tempera, canvas squares and embroidery hoops.
And—this was more recent—she had a collection of porn magazines, all lesbian-oriented. Several were folded open to photos of lusty blondes. No surprise to Dipper. When Mabel had come out of the closet, she had roared out on a Harley. He knew she’d had a series of girlfriends in art school. She’d told him once that was because “all the guys who go to art school are gay,” though he knew that wasn’t true.
And then in a flat, dusty box he saw about a dozen bottles of liquid. They were familiar.
He flashed back to that time at Woodstick when Mabel had tried to become the world’s best match maker by stealing potions from Love God, a real cherub and a wannabe rock star.
Oh my Love God.
These were the bottles he’d worn on his utility belt. Dipper counted. The belt had eighteen loops, but only a dozen bottles were on it. He didn’t remember all the types of potions, but he read the labels of some that were left: “Love of Country Music,” “Puppy Love,” “Interspecies Love,” others.
Uh-oh. Dipper was Sherlock Holmes-ing the situation.
He knew Mabel had a crush on Pacifica and insisted that Pacifica, even if she didn’t admit it, was gay.
He knew Mabel had complained that Pacifica just wouldn't let herself be seduced.
He knew Mabel's devious mind.
“She’s up to her old tricks,” Dipper thought. He had to find her and keep her from doing anything dumb.
But—where? Five hundred dollars might rent out the bowling alley, or the teen hall, or maybe the beach at the lake. Where to start?
He had been going through the bottles, and he paused at one. It was a golden, nearly glowing orange, and the label read “DOMINATOR.” The fine print said, “Makes the patient the dominant partner in all relationships. One dose of 10cc, no more!”
“Might just need this,” Dipper said, slipping it into his pocket.
Providing he could track down his bull-headed sister.
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