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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 naked girls erupted into laughter and cheers as the boy they had stripped, swung, and tossed splashed into the pool. “I wanna fuck him!” Tambry said. “Wendy, can I fuck him?”
With her teeth clenched, Wendy said, “If Mabel says it’s okay.”
“I don’t see him,” Alicia said. “Where is he?”
“Dipper!” Candy shouted. “Don’t joke around! Your sister is waiting!”
As if she was suddenly scared, Pacifica clung to Mabel and whimpered.
Maybe Wendy’s lifeguard training kicked in. She shoved Tiffany and Marci apart, curled her toes around the pool ledge, and launched herself into the water in a flat dive. Now that the sun was down, it was dark down in the pool, with blobs of darker blue forming and dissolving from the reflections above. Wendy broke the surface and shouted, “Quick, turn on the underwater lights!”
She floated, bent at the waist, and dived again. The underwater lights suddenly came on, filling the pool with brilliance. Wendy, fighting to hold her breath, looked around wildly. She couldn’t see all the way to the far end, but Dipper couldn’t have climbed out of the pool, or made his way down there without anyone seeing him. For a second she thought she caught the pink blur of his body, but when she swam toward it, it just melted away.
Her lungs were pumping. She needed air. She broke the surface and gasped. Mabel, her voice shaky, yelled, “Don’t fuck around, Wendy! Get my brother and bring him to me!”
Wendy dived again.
She came up for the third time. “He’s not down here!” she yelled. “I don’t see him anywhere. You girls go along the sides of the pool toward the shallow end, and if you see him, jump in and pull him up. I know CPR, so yell when you see him!”
She scissored her long legs, treading water. Where was he, where was he, where was he? She jerked her gaze from one nude girl to the next. All of them were staring down into the water. None of them called out. Wendy swam to the diving board and managed to stretch far enough to grab a strut in the base. She hauled herself out of the water. “Mabel,” she said, “I don’t know what happened to him!”
“He’s in there,” Mabel said. “He’s gotta be in there!”
Pacifica had not given up her embrace, and she buried her face in Mabel’s shoulder.
At the far end, the girls had jumped into the water, and they were wading or swimming back. “It’s no good,” Wendy said. “He vanished! What did you do, Mabel? What did you put in the water?”
“Nothing that would hurt him!” Mabel said. “Just a potion to make people real horny, so they can’t help giving in and doing it with whoever, and another one to boost your sensitivity so just a little stimulation makes you cum, and one to make anybody who tastes my saliva or pussy juices want to do anything to please me. None of it’s poison or anything! Wait, wait.” She yelled, “Count the girls! Maybe the mix turned him female!”
They counted. No extra girl. The whole crowd climbed out of the pool at the shallow end and walked dripping toward Mabel, Pacifica, and Wendy, all of them with their arms crossed and all shivering, although the pool was heated and the air was warm.
“Wendy,” Mabel said, “what are we gonna do?”
Wendy shook her head.
And then a familiar voice behind her rang out. “Listen to me!”
“Dipper?” asked both Wendy and Mabel simultaneously. Their heads whipped around. And there he stood, just inside the gate, in his regular clothes, red tee shirt and tan cargo jeans, black sneakers. But they had thrown him in—
“Listen to me!” Dipper yelled again. Wendy shivered. He sounded so—aggressive. So compelling.
“Dipper, you get over here now!” Mabel shouted, hugging Pacifica even more closely.
“No!” Dipper said. “Mabel, you and everybody else—now you’re going to obey me!”

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Wendy took a step toward Dipper. He nodded at her and held out his hand. And then pool rules be damned, she was running. Running and crying at the same time. She rushed to hug him and sobbed, “I didn’t mean to, Dipper. Mabel put something in the water, and, and, I made out with her and Tambry and Pacifica—”
“Shh, shh,” Dipper said. “It’s all right. I know what happened, and it’s all right.”
“I’m so sorry,” she said again.
Dipper broke their hug and took her hand. “Let’s go talk to Mabel.”
Mabel’s face showed a confusion of emotion—sort of angry, mostly relieved, a little scared. “I did it to help Pacifica,” she said.
Dipper stood looking at his naked sister and at Pacifica’s nice round ass. Not bad at all. In fact, pretty damn attractive. But he said in a calm voice, “Pacifica, how do you feel about what Mabel did?”
The blonde looked at his sister and then at him. She had lowered her chin, and her eyes gleamed with undropped tears. “I like it,” she whispered. “I think I love Mabel.”
“Love you too,” Mabel said, squeezing Pacifica’s right tit. “I knew you liked girls.”
“You most of all,” Pacifica said.
Dipper rolled his eyes. “For fuck’s sake. Go on and kiss each other!”
They did. For a long, long time. As they did that, Dipper said, “Wendy, listen to me. You don’t have to do stuff that pleases Mabel now. You can do whatever you want. The rest of you girls—hell, just do whatever you want!”
“Want to have someone eat my pussy,” Candy said hopefully.
“Me!” Alicia said. “Me, me!”
They paired or even trio-ed up. Watching them, Dipper had to admit to himself the scene was awfully damn sexy.
Except for Tambry. She walked past Pacifica and Mabel, who now lay on the hard concrete, legs spread and scissored, eagerly grinding their pussies together. Tambry stopped, not bothering to conceal her boobs or pussy, and said, “Uh, Dipper? I’m in love with Wendy. Can—can I be you guys’ girlfriend?”
Dipper looked at Wendy. She gave him a tentative grin. “What do you say, Dip?”
“Would you like it?”
Biting her bottom lip, Wendy nodded. “Can we both do you?” she whispered. “I mean, both of us fuck you? At the same time?”
“I’ve never had a threesome,” Dipper said, patting her bottom. “Sounds exciting. Tambry, is that okay with you?”
“Wendy and me, we’re both bi,” the dark-skinned girl said. “And ever since Robbie and me broke up, I’ve had a nice apartment in town. Thick walls. Soundproof. And nobody in my bed. We could go there right now.”
“That’s good,” Wendy said. “’Cause we three can get, like, loud.”
“That water stuff’s still working on me,” Tambry said, writhing. “Can we fuck like right now?”
At that moment, Pacifica screamed—oddly, she yelled, “Dipper! Ohhh, yeah!”
And Mabel yelped, too. Dipper couldn’t tell which girl gushed, but one of them definitely did, sending up a sparkling geyser that soaked both their pussies. Gasping, Mabel said, “That—that was great!” She looked up and saw Dipper bending over her, his eyes stern. “What?” she asked, her voice falling.
“You’re gonna tell me the truth, Sis,” Dipper said.
“Oh—shit! Okay, I gotta.”
“How long do the love potions last?”
Pacifica was ignoring Dipper and she had now stretched out on top of Mabel and was suckling her nipples. Sighing, Mabel muttered, “Labels said that Shmashin’ Passion—that’s the aphro—I can’t pronounce it.”
“Aphrodisiac,” Dipper said.
“Yeah, that. It lasts four hours after you swallow it. Feel It Better, that’s the one that boosts your sensitivity or whatever, about six hours. And Lick Her, Love her, that makes ‘em want to please me—‘cause I took a little bit before everybody else, and that makes me Alpha—eight hours. They’ll all wear off by morning unless it was MTB.”
It was Dipper’s turn to look puzzled.
“Meant To Be,” Wendy whispered in Dipper’s ear. “Dude, I’m really wanting you inside me.”
Dipper guessed that after doing all the lesbian stuff, there for everybody to see, Wendy was also wanting to reassert her sexuality. Bisexuality, whatever. Show that she liked guys as well as girls.
“Dipper could lick me if he wanted,” Mabel said.
“I won’t be doing that,” Dipper said. "This is how it's gonna be. Wendy, Tambry, and I are leaving. The rest of you—go on with whatever you want to do, I guess. Oh, Mabel—you owe the Shack five hundred dollars.”
“Augh!” Mabel said. “You’re so mercenary! Why can’t you just be glad that I made so many girls so happy?”
“You didn’t ask first,” Dipper said. “Five hundred dollars.”
Pacifica rolled over and gazed up at him. “I’ll pay it,” she said.
Mabel grinned. “Thank you, Princess. Hey, here’s Dipper. You want a taste of his dick? Want him to fuck you?”
Pacifica put an arm around Mabel’s thigh. “You’re my Dipper,” she whispered.
“Tough, Brobro,” Mabel said. “You’re missing out on a fine piece of ass.”
“She may change her mind in the morning,” Dipper said. “Better get that check tonight.”
“Dipper,” Wendy said, “I’ve got to get some loving or I’ll go crazy!”
“Tambry, how far’s your apartment?”
“It’s on Main, not far from the library.”
“Great. Wendy, get dressed and—what’s wrong?”
“My clothes!” Wendy said. “They’re all soaked and I can’t put them on—”
“You can wear my bathing suit,” Tambry said. “And I got a terrycloth cover-up you can borrow.”
“Get your stuff together, then,” Dipper said. “And Tambry, you can’t go stark naked, so put enough of your clothes on to get to your apartment.”
Tambry grabbed Wendy’s hand and the two girls hurried to the tables, where Wendy wrapped her own clothes in a towel and put on the nearly-bare bikini that the fully-bare Tambry had hardly dampened as Tambry got into shirt and short skirt without bothering with bra or panties.
Now Pacifica was eating Mabel out. Then as if something yanked her attention away from sex for a moment, Mabel said, “Hey! We tore your clothes off you! We threw you in the pool! How’d you get out again without us seeing you? How’d you get those clothes?”
“Remember the copy machine?” Dipper asked. “You didn’t throw me. You threw Tyrone II in the pool. And all the copy machine clones dissolve in water.”
“That was a mean trick!” Mabel said.
“He volunteered. Besides, he couldn’t fuck anybody or even get a blowjob. Wetness. Dissolving.Get the idea? Wouldn't have been pleasant for him or you. Pacifica, write that check. Mabel, the potion I took says it’s good for up to a full week, so you’re going to behave yourself for several days. Say ‘Yes, sir.’”
“Never!” Mabel yelled, but then, looking surprised herself, she murmured, “Yes, sir. Oh, fuck, you took the dominance one.”
Tambry and Wendy, now at least indecently dressed, came to him. “Can we go, please?” Tambry asked.
“Come with me.” They left the pool, Dipper pausing to order Mabel to lock the gate behind them. Tambry had parked her car near Pacifica’s, but she was panting. “Fuck, I can’t drive! Dipper, here’s the keys. Get us to 339 Main. Parking’s in back. Let me and Wendy get in the backseat on the way, please!”
“It’s only like five minutes away,” Dipper said. “But sure, go ahead.”
Tambry’s car wasn’t exactly roomy, just a Japanese compact, but somehow the tall redhead and the eager pink-highlighted brunette made do. Dipper could hear their moans and smell their juices and feel his erection swelling. He carefully obeyed the speed limit—he didn’t want the fat sheriff or his dumb deputy to stop them, because Tambry and Wendy probably couldn’t stop themselves, and luckily by the time he parked, the two girls had taken some of the edge off.
Some but not all. Tambry led them to her apartment, but her hands were shaking so bad she couldn’t fit her key in the lock. Dipper unlocked and opened the door for her, and she and Wendy shoved through.
By the time Dipper got to the bedroom, both girls had shed their clothes. Kneeling side by side, they reached for him.
Smiling, he said, “I saw what happened to Tyrone II. You can do it, but don't tear anything, be gentle!”
So soft fingers unbuttoned and unzipped and opened and pulled down. Soft lips nibbled his chest and licked his thighs and trapped his swelling dick between them. “Who’s first?” Dipper asked as he lay back.
The girls looked at each other, his erect cock between them. Tambry mewed, “Please? It’s been months!”
“Her first, Dipper,” Wendy said. “But let her ride you. Reverse cowgirl. That way I can play with her tits and pussy.”
With a little squeal, Tambry leaped into the saddle like a real cowgirl. She was more than ready. Dipper felt her pussy accommodate itself to him, and he started to pump. Wendy, straddling one of his legs, reached down to fondle his balls as she nuzzled Tambry’s neck. “Do you like his dick?” she asked in a throaty voice.
“Feels so good!’ Tambry moaned. “Dipper—later—I love to be—um—”
“Spanked,” Wendy said. “Her ass gets such a pretty hot pink color! And you can be hard as you want, she loves it.”
Dipper said, “You take one cheek, I’ll do the other.”
“Oh, fuck yeah!” Tambry said. “Wish I had my phone!”
“No pictures tonight,” Dipper said firmly.
She came, and then Wendy had her lie back on the bed crosswise, knees bent, feet on the floor, and Wendy lay on top of her, and Dipper pushed his dick into the hot slippery wet grip of both of their pussies at once.
And even without sticking his dick inside either of the two, just rubbing their clits and slits as the two girls hungrily kissed and sucked each other’s tongues, Dipper made them both cum. A brief rest and then they pushed him back and went down on him again, and when Dipper shot his load, Wendy took it all in her mouth and then shared it with Tambry in a smeary, gleaming kiss.
“Hot as fuck,” Dipper said, watching them.
Later still, Tambry got her spanking. Wendy got her cowgirl sex. Then Wendy sat on Dipper’s face while Tambry let him inside her tight asshole. Then they showered and then it started again.
When the sun came up the next morning, Dipper’s first thought was that he was lucky to have survived the night. Luckier to wake up with two beautiful naked girls, one on either side of him.
They woke up, too, and smiled at him, and then each other.
“Okay,” Dipper said. “Mabel’s love potions have worn off by now. So—how do you feel about us three?”
“Wendy?” Tambry asked. “Can I be your and Dipper’s girlfriend?”
“Dipper?” Wendy asked.
Oh, shit, the domination potion. She had to ask permission. “Sure,” he said. “I’d love that. How could I be jealous after what we did last night? But the sensitivity potion’s worn off, too, so—you know, it might take longer to get off now."
They thought about that. Then Wendy said, “Just one way to find out.”
Actually, they discovered, it was more a three-way.
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