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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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At the time Mabel had set for the pool party to begin, all the guests but one had arrived and had been initiated. Wendy and Tambry, Candy and Tiffany, Alicia and Marci were in the pool, naked, and making out with each other. Mabel had made out with Wendy, Candy, and Marci before—her last summer in Gravity Falls had been pretty intense. She knew that Tambry was bi from things Wendy had said, and she had inducted Pacifica’s two old school friends, Tiffany, whose brown hair was now blonde, and Marci was a buxom African-American girl.
Both of them were married, but for this evening they had conveniently forgotten that fact and, after a dip in the pool, had taken to lesbian love-making with gusto. After making sure that everyone was having a good time and each other, Mabel went outside the gate to wait for Pacifica to show up.
“Guys,” Wendy said, struggling to break free of Tambry’s and Candy’s embrace—“let me go—got to get—out for a minute.”
They turned their attentions to Marci, who now lay back in the water, one waterproof vibe in her pussy, another in her butt. Wendy sloshed out, her head reeling. She felt drunk with lust. As she walked toward the tables and chairs, she felt the butt plug. God, she loved sex! And so many partners—
“Di-Dipper,” she reminded herself. With a finger stroking her own pussy, she struggled to the table where her phone waited.
Dipper had become her lover. Her fiancée, even. And—she—she had to do something. Cum. She wanted to cum so bad, wanted Tambry to fuck her with a dildo—
No, no, no. She got to her phone, turned it on and with trembling fingers that wanted to plunge into her pussy, she managed a misspelled, desperate text to Dipper. “Mabel at puvlic pool its a trap shes sexcrazz”
That was all she could manage. She staggered back to the pool and dived in the deep end. Tambry was going down on Candy, but Wendy surfaced behind her and grabbed her tits. “Oh, God, do me,” she said, her voice jagged. “Tambry, I gotta cum!”

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At five minutes past party time, Pacifica parked her lipstick-pink convertible and got out, her pool bag slung over her shoulder.
“There you are!” Mabel said. “Come and join the fun!”
“Whatever,” Pacifica said. “Look, I’m not staying past midnight.”
“Stay as long as you want,” Mabel said. “Wait a minute. Here, let me put this on you.”
She had a huge bandana folded small. “A blindfold?” Pacifica said, waving it off. “Are you crazy?”
“Come on,” Mabel said. “Don’t spoil the surprise. Please?”
“This is stupid,” Pacifica complained.
“But I planned such a great surprise for you. If you do this, I’ll do something you’ll like. Whatever you ask. I promise!”
“Like stop bugging me to go lesbian?” Pacifica asked, her hands on her hips.
“Even that.”
Heaving an exaggerated sigh, Pacifica said, “Oh, all right! But you’d better not trip me or anything!”
Grinning, Mabel blindfolded Pacifica. “Just a minute,” she said. She opened the gate and called out, “The guest of honor is here! Everybody come and welcome her!”
“This is spooky,” Pacifica muttered. Mabel led her through the gate, and the blindfolded girl heard the gate close and latch.
“I’ll take this,” Mabel said, and Pacifica felt her remove her pool bag.
“I have to change!” Pacifica objected.
“We’re taking care of that,” Mabel said. “Okay, girls, strip her!”
“What!”
Pacifica struggled, but there were too many people around her. She felt someone tug her top up, and then they forced first one arm and then the other out of the sleeves. She squirmed and protested—someone unhooked her bra and then it went, too, and someone else had tugged down her skirt. They picked her up and pulled off her designer shoes, and then peeled down her panty hose—
“I will sue you!” she yelled.
They left the blindfold in place. She felt herself being carried, and then Mabel said, “One, two, three-heave!”
For a panicky instant Pacifica felt herself falling and then she splashed into the pool. Furious, she jerked the blindfold off and stroked up to the surface—
Mabel splashed in right beside her. “Skinny dip!” she said.
Pacifica got a glimpse of lots of boobs and laughing faces. She opened her mouth to scream—
And Mabel ducked her. She came up coughing.
“Hey, Pacifica,” said a familiar voice. Pacifica pushed her hair out of her eyes.
“Wendy?”
“You got a nice rack, girl. What do you think of mine?”
Pacifica’s whole body felt weirdly hot. “You’re crazy,” she said weakly.
Mabel was holding onto the side of the pool. “Hey, you said my chest was flat. How does it look without a baggy sweater?” Her grin widening, Mabel caressed her own tits—which were really pretty impressive. “How about sucking them?”
“Wh-what?” Pacifica asked. But she was licking her lips.
“We got her!” Tambry said. “Come on down to the shallow end and let’s have some fun!”
They dragged her. When she could stand up, Pacifica felt her head spinning. “I feel funny!” she said.
In waist-deep water, Mabel stood in front of her and put her hand on the back of the blonde girl’s neck. “Suck ‘em,” she said, putting the slightest pressure to bend Pacifica’s head.
Tentatively, unwillingly almost, Pacifica licked Mabel’s nipple. And felt it stiff under her tongue. Her lips parted, and she sucked.
Somebody behind her—Tambry, she thought, but she couldn’t be sure—reached between her legs and started to fondle her pussy.
When Mabel let her go a few dazed minutes later, she saw that all the other girls had got out of the pool and lay on the air mattresses. Some were licking another girl’s . . . pussy . . ..
“Want to eat me out?” Mabel asked pleasantly.
“Uhhnnhh,” Pacifica said.
Mabel led her up the steps. “You’re not officially a member of the party until you’ve gone down on me and let me fuck you,” she said. “You okay with that? You are, aren’t you. You’re all hot for sex, aren’t you? So horny you can’t stand it, right?”
“S-so h-horny,” Pacifica moaned.
“That’s my girl!”
Mabel sprawled beside Wendy, who was on her knees, her butt high in the air, as a kneeling Marci tongued her slit from behind while playfully pressing on Wendy’s butt plug. Tambry plopped down in front of Wendy, spreading her thighs, and Wendy began to lick her pussy.
Mabel was playing with herself. “I’m so wet!” she said. “Come on and do me. I’ve got a toy that will let me pretend to be Dipper, and if you’re good at this, I’ll fuck you. Ask me nicely.”
“F-fuck me,” Pacifica whined.
“No, ask me nicely,” Mabel insisted.
Pacifica could smell the aroma of Mabel’s spread pussy. She was on her knees. All she would have to do was lean forward and taste that gleaming pink flower.
Mabel pushed a finger into herself and then reached to rub it across Pacifica’s lips. “Just taste,” she said, as if she had read Pacifica’s mind.
Pacifica licked her lips. Salty.
“Now ask me nicely.”
“Please fuck me,” Pacifica said, her own pussy feeling as if it were on fire and dripping.
“Who are you asking?” Mabel teased.
“You. Mabel.”
“That’s not what you told me. If I make you cum, what are you gonna scream, hmm?”
Nearly weeping, Pacifica said, “Please fuck me, Dipper. Can—can I lick you now?”
“Good girl,” Mabel said, pulling her down with both hands.
She lay on her back for some moments, pinching and tugging at her nipples as Pacifica lapped at her. “You need practice at this,” she told the blonde. “You’re trying, but you have to learn how. Okay, that’s not doing it for me. You lay on your back. Umm, who’s free? Tiffany! Come over here and eat Pacifica out. Show her how it’s done.”
As Pacifica began to quiver under Tiffany’s attention, Mabel said, “Hey, Candy! Do me a favor?”
“Would you like a rimjob?” Candy asked, crawling over the naked Tambry, who was cumming for about the fifth time. “I will be glad to supply one!”
“No, go to the table and look in my bag and bring me Mr. Bouncy-Bouncy.”
“Mr. Bouncy-Bouncy!” yelled Candy. “You will fuck me!”
“Later. Princesses first,” Mabel said.
“Oahhh!” Pacifica yelled, her head thrown back, her spine arched.
“Aw, you just came, didn’t you?” Mabel asked. She straddled Pacifica’s face. “Now that you know more about it, try me again. And this time I want to feel good. Hey, Tiffany, plug her!”
Pacifica now eagerly sucked, nibbled, and licked Mabel’s pussy. She gave a little start when Tiffany inserted the butt plug—but instead of protesting, Pacifica reached down and started to pump her fingers into her own pussy, her hips moving.
“Great party,” Mabel said. She glanced over at Wendy. “Hey, Wendy, how’s Tambry’s pussy tasting?”
Wendy didn’t even look over, but gave her a thumbs-up. And immediately began to finger-fuck her old school friend.
And Candy was hurrying back—not running, because there was a no-running sign, and Candy always obeyed signs—holding a double-ended dildo, a strap-on affair.
She gave it to Mabel, who rose from Pacifica’s fevered mouth and grasped it. “There we go.” Mabel lay on her stomach. “Hey, Pacifica. Say hello to Mr. Bouncy-Bouncy.”
The pliable curved penises were large, a good eight inches at least. Pacifica’s blue eyes widened as she saw them. “Unnhh,” she said.
“Can’t even talk, huh?” asked Mabel. “This is what I’m gonna wear to fuck you. And remember, when you cum, you’re gonna yell—”
“Dipper,” Pacifica managed to whisper.
“That’s right.” Mabel held the head of one dildo to her lips. “Right now, though, it needs a little lube. Here you go, suck it.”
“Mnnnmm!” Pacifica opened her mouth and took it in, surrendering completely to her lust, and Mabel began to pump.
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