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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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8. Join the Club
“Hurry!” Pacifica begged. “Faster! Faster! This—this isn’t w-working for me!”
“I cant go faster than this!” Tambry shouted. “Pacifica, we’re still in town! We have to brake at stop lights, and there are people all around! If you’re not careful, somebody’s gonna see you—”
Pacifica had ripped off her skirt the moment she got in Tambry’s car, and now she was fucking herself with Tambry’s wand vibe. The inside of the hatchback smelled like pussy. “F-fuck!” Pacifica moaned, her head thrown back and her teeth clenched. “I n-need a cock inside m-me!”
“I’m trying to tell you—” Tambry started.
“Oh, sh-shut up! Wh-where are you t-taking m-me?”
“To a guy. We're heading for the only guy in the world who can help you out,” Tambry said.
“Is it fa-far?”
“No, just a few minutes. Hang on!”
After some white-knuckle swerves on the curvy road through the hills, Tambry finally braked again. The car slewed around in a tight turn and then Tambry hauled into Wendy’s front yard. “Wa-what?” asked Pacifica. "I know th-this house!"
“We’re here!” Tambry said. She jumped out. So did Pacifica, still bare from the waist down. “Jesus, Pacifica, wait! Put on something!”
“I can’t!” she howled from the porch.
Tambry tried the front door. It wasn’t locked, and as she opened it and let Pacifica squeeze past her, she yelled, “Guys! Company!”
“In here!” Wendy shouted from the bedroom. “How’d you get off work so—”
Wendy and Dipper were on the bed. Neither of them wore a stitch, though Dipper’s dick was not erect. Pacifica nearly stumbled through the door. “We-Wendy, help me, I’m so damn—what? You!”
“Pacifica?” Dipper yelped.
“Dipper?” screamed Pacifica. And again, “You? You?”
“What the hell?” Wendy asked, tossing a pillow over Dipper’s lap. “Pacifica, what are you doing here—”
Tambry, just behind Pacifica and carrying Pacifica’s panties, leggings, and skirts, said, “Guys, Pacifica drank half of my special protein drink—”
Wendy yelled, “Whoa!”
Tambry yelled, “What are you doing?”
And Pacifica was ripping about two thousand dollars’ worth of clothes and bra off. “Dipper,” she said, discarding the rags, “You have to fuck me! I, I know you sa-said I was the worst, and, and, but look, I’ve got nice breasts, see, and my pussy is a-aching and dripping, and I don’t know why, but I’ve got to f-fuck you!”
Dipper looked at Wendy. “I think you gotta, Dip. Help her into the bed, Tam.”
They steadied a quivering, shaking Pacifica as she climbed into the bed. Wendy smoothed her hair. “Listen, listen, Pacifica, we’re gonna have to get Dipper hard, understand? He’s on this crazy schedule—”
Pacifica threw herself forward, grabbed Dipper’s dick, and started to suck it, glomphing her mouth onto it and trembling. Tambry started to rub her breasts in his face, and Wendy said, “Come on, Big Dipper, you can do it. Think of how nice and tight Pacifica’s pussy’s gonna be.”
“Lube!” Tambry said. “I packed some!” She hopped off the bed, rummaged through her overnight bag, and came up with a tube of something. “Wendy, I’m gonna get Pacifica nice and slippery. You help Dip!”
The brunette spurted gel into her hand and then started to apply it to Pacifica’s pussy with shlipp! Schlipp! sounds.
Wendy whispered naughty things to Dipper, rubbed his chest, teased his nipples with her tongue. Dipper groaned and threw his head back.
Pacifica pulled away from about a half-erect dick. “Now!” she said as his dick swelled. “Put it in me! I’ve got to have it!”
She threw herself onto her back, her eyes wide, tears running down the sides of her face. “Do it, Dipper!” Tambry said. “The drink hit her hard!”
“Let me help,” Wendy said as Dipper poised himself over Pacifica. She grasped his cock and guided it to Pacifica’s quivering, lube-slick slit. “Pacifica, here he is. Put it in, Dipper!”
“I’m getting kinda—” Tambry said. She started to undress.
“Yeah,” Wendy said. “I think you and me will have to get each other off. It's the smell again, but Dipper’s busy!”
As for Dipper, he tried to take it easy, but Pacifica urged him on with frantic little pleas, and he felt her pussy open for him, tight but so hot and slippery. “Yeah, oh yeah!” Pacifica crooned. “Fuck me, Dipper! As deep as you want, as hard as you can! Don't stop! Oh, my God, I love it!”
Wendy didn’t feel a bit jealous. The way Dipper screwed Pacifica, and the way she threw herself into the lewd game, was too fascinating, too stimulating. Tambry got on the bed next to her and handed Wendy her big, thick vibe, while she held up her own mushroom-headed wand, and they started to ease each other’s tensions. “It’s fuckin’ huge isn’t it, Pacifica?” Tambry asked with a sly grin.
“Oh God, oh God, oh God!” Pacifica replied.
"Mm, know how you feel," Wendy said to Pacifica. "You like that? How does it feel?
Pacifica was giving and receiving energetic thrusts. “F-feels like I'm st-stuffed. So good! He’s so deep in me! Yeah, pound me!”
Wendy and Tambry kissed. Then Wendy said, “You heard the lady, Dipper! Pound her!”
“Hey Pacifica,” Tambry said, “should he cum inside or—”
“In—inside!” Pacifica said. “I want all his cum in me!”
“Gonna be a big order,” Wendy warned her. “How’s it going, Dipper?”
“Trying to hold out,” he said.
“You can do it. She's gettin' there. Go faster, man,” Tambry told him.
Dipper sped up the pace, and soon Pacifica couldn’t even form words, but wriggled and breathed through her mouth and threw her head back. Her nipples strained hard, and like Wendy when she was about to orgasm, the blonde was developing a whole upper-body blush.
“She’s close, Dip!” Wendy said. She reached down to pinch Pacifica’s nipple. “Cum for the lady!”
“Aww, ungh! Fuck!” Dipper yelled as his whole body went into spasms.
“Yes!” Pacifica screamed. “I feel it shooting in! So hot!”
“So much of it, too!” Tambry said.
Wendy saw that creamy cum was squirting from Pacifica’s well-stuffed pussy. The blonde’s eyes rolled up, and she jerked like a hooked trout.
“Get off her, Dip,” Tambry urged. “Let her recover now. We’ll clean her up.”
Wendy and Tambry dived in, slurping the streaks and globs of cum from Pacifica’s pussy lips and thighs. Dipper moved away, but a breathless Pacifica grabbed his slick cock and pulled it toward her, opening her mouth, sticking out her tongue, and saying, “Muh! Mmuh!” until he understood.
It was difficult, because she had to pull his still mostly-erect dick down, bending it a little, to get her mouth around the tip. Still, she was so enthusiastic that he mustered a parting shot, and finally she let go, let her head fall to the bed, and opened her lips, revealing a mouth full of cum. With a deep sigh, she closed her lips, swallowed hard, and gave him a dazed smile. “That,” she whispered, “was the best fucking ever.”
Only later did she sit up in bed, look around at the floor, and say, “Shit! I tore up my whole outfit! What am I supposed to wear now?”
Wendy and Dipper were cuddling, Tambry caressing and petting Pacifica’s tits, which, true to her words, were impressive. “Well,” she said, “Write me a note and I’ll go to your place and get the housekeeper to let me pack some of your stuff. Say you have to go out of town on an unplanned business trip.”
“Oh, my God, I can’t believe I fucked Dipper Pines,”
"Hey," Dipper said, "I thought I did pretty well."
"Um--I didn't hate it." Pacifica said, but she couldn’t hold back a smile. “Getting some outfits from my house is a great idea, Tambry. Why am I so hungry?”
“This kind of sex does that to you,” Wendy said.
“Tambry,” Pacifica said, “if you wouldn’t mind, how about getting some take-out for us when you go get my clothes? You can use the company credit card.”
“Sure,” Tambry said. “Wendy got me off real good, so I think I’ll be fine until Dip gets another hard-on.”
“I can’t believe they’re on a schedule,” Pacifica said. Despite her pretend dismay, she reached out to stroke the length of Dipper's cock. "I want it already, and we have to wait until like tomorrow?"
“Not that long,” Dipper told her. “But after one of these sessions, I need at least a good two hours of recovery.”
“Even better with four,” Wendy said. “You haven’t seen our guy at full force yet!”
"He's so big then," Tambry said, absent-mindedly fingering her own pussy. "Everything a girl needs, and then delicious cum for dessert!"
“I can’t wait,” Pacifica murmured, her eyes wide.
"Dip and I are hungry, too," Wendy said. "What does everyone want?"
Pacifica suggested that they call ahead to La Finesse. “Four filets mignons, big stuffed twice-baked potatoes, asparagus, oh, some bearnaise sauce, and six, no a dozen of their fabulous brioche rolls, ooh, and one of their chocolate ganache tarts with strawberries! I'll phone in the order.”
Pacifica made that call, then scolded Wendy: “Don’t hog the boy! Let me get in some snuggling, too!”
So the three lay there, pleasantly playing with each other’s tits, pussies, and cock, singular.
Tambry drove off on her mission, armed with a note in Pacifica’s handwriting: “Mrs. Krefts, please allow my office manager Tambry Rivera to pack one suitcase for me. She knows which clothes I need, and she doesn’t need supervision.
“I have to be away for an unexpected business trip for the next few days. I will call you when I’m returning. In the meantime, if Briggs, Cooley, or O’Shannon call for me, let them know that I will telephone them all every day precisely at eleven a.m. local time to make sure the office is running smoothly. P.E. Northwest.
P.S. It occurs to me that my hosts may be pleased if I bring them a nice little gift. Also allow Tambry to take four bottles of the Dom DeLewis 2011 from the wine cellar. You may also have tomorrow and the next two days off, but leave the burglar alarms armed.”
Tambry knew that the three guys Pacifica mentioned were the vice-presidents. While not the sharpest pencils in the office, they could keep things rolling, and with Pacifica calling them every single day, they wouldn’t get up to any funny business. She had once overheard Cooley saying to O’Shannon, “Her old man was bad enough, but Ms. Northwest scares the piss out of me.”
So that was okay. Mrs. Krefts, a stern-faced, gray-haired woman, read the note, ushered Tambry to Ms. Northwest’s suite, and left her in peace. Pacifica had told her in which closet (out of five, one completely dedicated to shoes) to find her suitcase and had reeled off a list of wearing apparel for her to pack. And also she told Tambry of the special panel in the headboard of her big bed to look for some of Pacifica’s favorite sex toys, some of which looked exotic even to Tambry, who had shared that bed with Pacifica on more than one memorable occasion.
“Huh,” she said as she found a small cat o’nine, no, count them, cat o’six tails, the whips too soft to break even delicate skin or leave any marks, but probably capable of some stimulating buttock stings. With a grin, Tambry packed it, though Pacifica had not asked for it.
The restaurant, La Finesse, had opened about five years before and challenged Le Club for the title of the most expensive and finest purveyor of fine meals in the valley. She felt a little apprehensive, parking her economy car in their snooty lot, but then she followed signs to a curbside pick-up area. She phoned the number the restaurant had given Pacifica and explained that she was there for Ms. Northwest’s order.
Ah, the magic of that Northwest name! Not only did the meals come out almost as soon as the car had stopped, the food was packed in a big sturdy box lined with heat-insulating foil, and the delivery guy politely told Tambry that he did not need the credit card, after all—“We’ll put it on President Northwest’s account, of course.”
That threw Tambry for half a second before she realized that Pacifica was the President of Northwest Enterprises. Wealth, like rank, had its privileges.
Back at Wendy’s house, they all sat down (all dressed, at least in robes, though Pacifica was wearing only one of Wendy’s long, soft plaid flannel shirts) for the meal, which was excellent. Pacifica ate well and as her hunger faded, she made a few stumbling starts, and then, finally, looking down at her plate, she said, “Dipper, I’m sorry I just ignored you those times you came back to town. I thought you still, you know, hated me.”
“I never hated you,” Dipper assured her. “Mabel seemed to get close to you, and I'd have liked to know y ou better, but I just—you know, you’re, um. I mean you’re out of my league. I always thought you were smart and beautiful.”
“More beautiful than me?” Wendy said. “Because if you say that, I will sue you!”
It took Pacifica a moment to realize it was a joke. “Yeah, I used to say stupid things like that," she admitted in a small voice. "I, uh I'm sorry I've been a bitch. But, you know, I’ve got these businesses to run, and I’m always so stressed. Fucking with Dipper, my God, it makes me so relaxed! Better than a spa! It took away all my tensions from business."
"Glad to be of service," Dipper said, smiling
Now Pacifica looked thoughtful. "Speaking of business, it occurs to me that if we could bottle and market this aphrodisiac or whatever it is, we could all be millionaires in six months. Well, I’m already one, but you know what I mean.”
Dipper cleared his throat. “Um. Wouldn’t work.”
Pacifica gave him a long, questioning look. Wendy said delicately, “Pacifica, the secret ingredient is Dipper’s semen.”
The rich blonde’s mouth fell open. “What? I drank—?”
“Yes, Dipper’s cum,” Tambry said. “And the big catch is that it’s a super aphrodisiac, but as far as anybody knows, in the first place, it works only on girls, and second, it only attracts them to Dipper.”
“I’ve got to re-think my life!” Pacifica said.
"Dessert first, then re-think it." Wendy served the tart. The dessert that is, not Pacifica. After tasting one small forkful the redhead closed her eyes and her expression became ecstatic. “Pacifica, full disclosure, downside, Dipper's cum's addictive, like chocolate. Upside, it’s delicious and it gives you a sex drive like nobody would believe!”
“But my great-uncle’s working on an antidote,” Dipper said. “Uh, I think I’ll need to go over to the Shack and get some supplies because he’ll need samples from you.”
“What sort of samples?” Pacifica asked suspiciously.
“Vaginal secretions when you get wet,” Tambry said. “Pussy juice! Believe me, next time our big guy's got an erection, it'll be easy to collect. And also we need fluid from when you squirt.”
“When I what?”
“Squirt!” Wendy said cheerfully. “This is great strawberry-chocolate pie.”
“But—” Pacifica looked at them all and then said, “But I don’t, um, squirt!”
“You will,” Tambry assured her.
“I’ve got to process this,” Pacifica said.
“You want to be alone for a while?”
“Please?” Pacifica asked.
Wendy put her in the small guest room, which was a nice and quiet place to think. In the happy, satiated lull after dinner, she, Tambry, and Dipper changed the bed again and put the rumpled sheets in to wash. For a while they sprawled on the carpet and watched satellite TV in the living room. And then, as the time for Dipper’s next performance drew closer, Pacifica came creeping in. “I, uh, I can smell it again,” she murmured.
“Yeah, we're letting him build up. Tam and I are getting horny again, too. This time he’ll have a full-tilt hard-on,” Wendy said comfortably. “Now, when he cums, you have to understand that we’ll share it. Nobody hogs the splooge, man!”
“I understand,” Pacifica said. She made a face and raised the tail of the plaid shirt to start rubbing her pussy. “I’m getting so wet already!”
“Us, too,” Tambry said, massaging herself through her panties.
Wendy put her hand down the front of hers and pulled it out with her fingers gleaming. “Want a taste, Dipper?”
He sucked her two fingers. “Better than a chocolate tart!”
Like a kid in second grade, Pacifica raised a timid hand. “Um, question?”
“Sure,” Wendy said.
“Um, can I go first this time? I won’t next time, I promise. But now that I know what to expect, I sort of want—”
“Tam, what do you think?” Wendy asked.
“I say let Pacifica go for it. She’ll need the practice if she’s going to start squirting tomorrow.”
“Dipper?”
“Fine with me,” he said.
“Only—” Pacifica swallowed. “This is hard to say.”
“Spit it out, boss,” Tambry advised with a smile. “Nobody here’s gonna be shocked.”
“Well—okay. Dipper, could I bend over the bed and you do me doggy style?” She blushed. “Uh, I don’t mind going down on Tambry while you’re fucking me. And I’ll do Wendy, too. It’s just, that doggy's um, my favorite position. With a guy.”
“My pleasure, Pacifica,” Dipper said.
She giggled. “Not all yours,” she whispered.
If Pacifica’s tits were nice, and they were very nice, her ass was nothing short of magnificent. It was shaped like a big light-pink Valentine heart, it was pliant and well-muscled, and coming in from that direction, Dipper’s dick could reach places that made Pacifica yip with pleasure.
Dipper gripped her hips and once more entered slowly, though Tambry had again lubed her, and him, up for the occasion. Pacifica encouraged him, “Go, Dipper! Harder!”
Soon her ass was plopping against him. Wendy and Tambry lay on their backs, Wendy’s right leg over Tambry’s left, and Pacifica lavished both their pussies with an enthusiastic and expert tongue. At one point Pacifica gasped, “Oh! What was that?”
“Sorry,” Wendy said. “I’m squirting milk. Tambry’s about a day behind me, so she’s just leaking right now.”
“Milk?” Pacifica asked.
“We’re not pregnant,” Tambry said. “It’s just a side effect, like the squirting. You won’t believe how great it feels!”
“Wendy—uh, I don’t remember your nipples being so red or so big—”
“Another side effect,” Wendy said. “Hey, Pacifica, my pussy’s getting kind of lonely.”
“Sorry!” Pacifica muff-dived again. If muff-diving were a competitive sport, the judges would have given her tens across the board. And when Wendy came, a startled Pacifica at first drew back a bit from the squirt, but then, tasting it, she went right back in there and licked and swallowed. Tambry came next, and as Pacifica took her ejaculation right in her mouth, Dipper’s hot cum began to flood her and she had a spectacular orgasm, so overwhelming that Dipper had to grab her around the waist and support her weight to keep her from collapsing to her knees.
As he pulled out, a musical sort of sound came from her pussy, and a few bubbles appeared.
Tambry laughed. "You queefed!" she said. "A pussy fart!"
"It's a perfectly natural function," Pacifica said.
"I thought it was cute," Dipper volunteered.
When Pacifica recovered, both she and Dipper suckled the other girls’ tits, and then Wendy and Tambry went down on her, claiming their share of the massive load. There was so much of it that a generous Tambry came back up with a mouthful of it which she shared with Pacifica.
“I think I’m going crazy,” Pacifica said as they wound down. “I love the taste. I love the effects! I love you girls, and I love Dipper’s cock. I mean Dipper.”
“No, you didn’t,” Dipper said kindly. “You were right the first time.”
“Well—yeah,” Pacifica confessed. “But—but it’s a great cock and I love the smell and the taste of your cum, and I don’t know how I’ll ever do without it!”
“Well, maybe you won’t have to,” Wendy said. “Dr. Pines is working on something that will zone us down, but he says some of the effects will be permanent. If you and Tambry want to join in and fuck Dipper and do bi stuff with me, I don’t think that I’ll get all pissy and grumpy and possessive of Dipper. I mean, sharing is fun.”
“Like finding a taco in the car,” Pacifica said.
Dipper laughed out loud.
A puzzled-looking Wendy said, “Uh, sure, go with that.”
Tambry had hopped out of bed. Now she popped up again, brandishing three vibrators. “Oh, girlfriends!” she cooed. “Let’s let our guy rest a little while we give him a show. Oh, Pacifica, I found the little whip thing and brought it around, too. You want us to use it?”
“No!” Pacifica said. Then she closed her eyes. “That’s, uh, only for a guy to use on me, all right? I mean, some things are, well, personal, you know.” She gave Dipper an enigmatic smile.
Wendy was studying a double-pronged vibrator. “Butt and pussy at the same time?” she asked. "Kinky."
“Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it,” Tambry said.
“Okay. Dipper, make yourself comfortable, enjoy watching, and tell us if there’s something you want to see better. Here’s a big old vibe for you, Pacifica. Ready? You, Tambry? Ladies, start your motors. Let’s . . . try them!”
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