Perved

Chapter 4: Boyz Crazier

Chapter Summary: Mabel recounts her alternate memory of what happened when the five members of the boy band Sev’ral Timez were hiding out with her.

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It was mid-afternoon on Dipper and Mabel’s day off from their jobs at the Shack. So right now, Dipper was at Pacifica’s house down by the railroad tracks, engaging in one of his favorite day-off pastimes.

“Oh…God…yes…Dipper…fuck me…” Pacifica panted. Her legs were high in the air on either side of Dipper’s hips, and her cheaply made bed bounced and squeaked as the boy pounded the blonde girl’s pussy hard.

“Gonna…cum…soon…” Dipper grunted.

“Yes,” Pacifica gasped. “Cum inside me…Your hot load…always…gets me off…”

“Then here…it…comes…AAAAAH!”

Dipper fired his seed deep inside Pacifica. The girl shrieked like a banshee and thrashed beneath Dipper as she came along with him.

When their climaxes finished, Dipper rolled off of Pacifica to lie next to her.

“Wowwwww,” Pacifica said, grinning down at all the cum oozing from her pussy. “You cum so much now…If you didn’t have your own built-in birth control, I’d need two Backup Plan pills.”

“It’s not all me,” Dipper replied. “It’s also how much you turn me on.”

“Wow,” Pacifica said. “Coming from a lifetime perma-perv, that means a lot.” 

Dipper chuckled. Then he rolled onto his side and looked at Pacifica, his expression growing more serious.

“So,” Dipper said, “there’s something I feel like I need to apologize to you for, even though it’s not something I actually did.”

“What, are you apologizing for having dirty thoughts about me?” Pacifica replied coquettishly. “‘Cause I’d be very disappointed if you didn’t have those.”

Dipper told Pacifica about his alternate memory involving her horse, Contessa. Besides Mabel, he hadn’t wanted to tell anyone about these strange new memories, but Pacifica had been there when Dipper and Mabel absorbed Dee Pravitty’s spirit and got perved as a result. So Dipper figured Pacifica was probably the only person besides him and his sister who might understand.

When Dipper finished, Pacifica asked, “So you remember this like it actually happened, but you know it didn’t?”

“Exactly,” Dipper replied.

“Then I don’t see what you have to apologize for. I mean, even if it had happened, it sounds like Contessa enjoyed it.”

“It’s not that. It’s that Contessa is your horse, and I shouldn’t have fucked her without your permission. But I did it anyway because, at the time, well…I didn’t like you.”

Pacifica sighed. “Of course you didn’t like me. I was a complete jerk to you and your sister last summer. When I look back at who I was back then, I don’t like me either.”

“Yeah,” Dipper said, “but you’re not like that anymore. I’ve seen how much you’ve changed—for the better.”

She smiled at him and said, “Even though I’m a whore now?”

Dipper grinned back at her. “Especially because you’re a whore now.”

Pacifica looked at him side-eye. “Hey, do you still have that magic flashlight?”

Dipper sighed. “I’m afraid Grunkle Stan and Great Uncle Ford took it with them when they left.”

“Well, if you ever make another one, you’re welcome to fuck Contessa again—or, for the first time, I guess. As long as I get to watch.”

Dipper smiled at her. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

***

Half an hour later, Dipper arrived back at the Shack. He found Mabel watching television by herself in the living room as she knitted something from black yarn.

“Hey,” he said. “What did you do this afternoon? Don’t tell me you spent it all watching TV.”

“Nah, I went to the craft store,” Mabel replied. “Darren assfucked me in the Shrinky-Dinks aisle; he said nobody goes back there anymore. Then I bought a bunch of yarn and some disco-ball mirror bits for when I make a funkadelic sweater.”

“Perved or not,” Dipper said, “some things never change.”

“So…” Mabel said, trying to steer the conversation toward a new destination, “it’s funny that you remembered having sex with those four girls yesterday. Because today, I remember having sex with five guys.”

“Uh, did you get a burger and fries with that?”

“No, I mean I remember having sex with five boys.”

“Pfft,” Dipper said. “You probably boned at least that many guys at Dee’s orgy.”

“No, I mean last summer. And it was five…particular guys.”

“Waaait, do you mean…?”

“Yup!”

Dipper sighed. Then he and Mabel went up to their room, and Mabel told him her memory.

***

Mabel was in her and Dipper’s bedroom, grinning at the five boys who made up the band Sev’ral Timez. They all stood around her, gazing at her devotedly.

“Mabel girl,” Leggy P said, touching a hand to his slicked-back blonde hair, “we’re so grateful to you for hidin’ us from our producer, there’s nothin’ we wouldn’t do for you.”

“You know that’s right, girl,” Creggy G agreed, his muscles flexing slightly beneath the pink-and-white yin-yang tattoo on his shoulder. “Anything you want.”

“You know what I could really use right now?” Mabel replied brightly. “A massage! A nice, whole-body massage.”

“No problem, Mabel Dog!” Greggy C replied, yanking on the gold “ST” medallion that hung against his bare chest between the lapels of his vest.

The five blonde boys, who were already gathered around Mabel, lifted her up and laid her down on her stomach on the massage table that stood next to her big pink princess bed.

***

“Wait a sec,” Dipper said. “In your memory, our room has a massage table and a big pink princess bed?”

“Yup!”

“That would take up our whole room. Where would I sleep?”

“Duh, you sleep in the princess bed with me,” Mabel replied. Then she forged ahead with her story.

***

Each of the boys knew his role: As Creggy G began massaging Mabel’s shoulders, Greggy C gently dug his fingertips into her upper back, Deep Chris did the same with her lower back, and Leggy P and Chubby Z removed her shoes and massaged her feet through her pink socks. Mabel let out a long sigh of relaxed joy.

“Oooh, yeah, boys,” she hummed. “Now, while you’re at it, how about you get me out of these clothes?”

“You got it, Mabel girl!” Chubby Z replied.

It didn’t take long for five pairs of hands to take off Mabel’s shoes, socks, sweater, tank top, and skirt. Mabel gave a lusty chuckle as Deep Chris hooked his fingers in the waistband of her pink panties and slowly pulled them down her legs and off. Then, with Mabel fully nude, the boys resumed massaging her, passing around a bottle of warm massage oil and smoothing it over more and more of her body.

“Mmm, very nice,” Mabel said. “Leggy P, Chubby Z, start working your way up those legs.”

Moving in perfect sync, the two boys massaged Mabel’s calves, then moved up to the backs of her thighs, which Mabel enjoyed very much.

Soon, Creggy G and Greggy C were massaging Mabel’s back and sides, their fingers repeatedly stroking the sides of her small breasts. Leggy P and Chubby Z each massaged one of her asscheeks. Deep Chris simply stood there expectantly, holding the bottle of massage oil.

Without opening her eyes, Mabel purred, “Deep Chris, time to live up to your name.”

Deep Chris generously oiled up his manicured index and middle fingers. Then Leggy P and Chubby Z pulled Mabel’s asscheeks apart, clearing the way for Deep Chris to slowly push those two fingers into Mabel’s asshole. Mabel moaned, then gasped softly as his fingers went all the way in and began to pump her hole slowly.

Mabel sighed, “Now this is exactly the way I like to be massaged…inside and out…”

It only took a couple of minutes of this treatment for Mabel’s mental state to go from relaxed to aroused to so horny that she could just about die. She opened her eyes.

“All right, boys!” she declared. “Get those clothes off and those dicks out. This li’l snack cake needs lots of cream filling!”

“Alright!” Chubby Z shouted.

Deep Chris pulled his fingers out of Mabel’s little rear hole, then joined the other boys in stripping naked as they all sang, “How many times are we gonna love ya? Sev’ral Timez!” Mabel giggled lustily.

Mabel knew exactly what position she wanted the five boys in. As she got up on all fours and turned sideways on the massage table so that her face and ass were each right at the edge, she directed Greggy C to get behind her and Creggy G to stand in front of her. Leggy P and Chubby Z knelt on the table on either side of her, their erect cocks pointing at her, and Deep Chris—the most well-endowed of the boys—doffed his white fedora and slid underneath her.

“Here we go!” Mabel cried. “Fill all the holes!”

She raised herself up and impaled herself fully on Deep Chris’ long cock. 

“Oooooh, yeahhhh…” she purred as the young man’s cockhead snugged against her cervix. “That’s deep all right…”

Greggy C, whose hands had gone dry and who had found the bottle of massage oil empty, ran his hand through his shiny blonde hair to get some gel. He smoothed it over his cock, which he then pushed into Mabel’s asshole, making the girl moan. Once Greggy C had fully buried his member in her ass, Mabel leaned forward and took Creggy G’s cock in her mouth. Leggy P and Chubby Z, who were on either side of Mabel, each fondled one of her small tits.

Now, Mabel pushed her body forward and then back, and the sensation of two cocks going balls-deep into her pussy and asshole while her lips slid over the glans of a third sent a shudder of pleasure through her whole body—a mini-orgasm. Which didn’t interrupt her forward-and-back motion in the slightest.

Wow, she thought. There’s nothing better in the whole wide world than being totally filled with cock.

As Mabel continued to move, the boys moved with her. The cocks in her pussy and asshole went all the way in every time, and once Mabel relaxed her throat, she was taking the cock in her mouth down it on each forward movement. She loved deep penetration, regardless of which part of her was being penetrated, and feeling those cocks go deep in all three holes at once set off another mini-orgasm that made her pussy, asshole, and throat momentarily grip those cocks greedily.

Having found her rhythm, Mabel took hold of Leggy P and Chubby Z’s cocks. While the two boys continued playing with her tits, Mabel jacked their cocks in the same slow rhythm at which she was being triple-fucked. She’d seen girls do this in porn movies and had long wanted to try it.

***

“Hold up, now,” Dipper said. “You remember watching porn movies last summer? Or before then? That means you’re not just remembering one past event differently; you’re remembering stuff from before then differently, too.”

Her face scrunching up in thought, Mabel replied, “Yeah, but I don’t remember any specific pornos I watched. I mean, I remember all the ones we watched this summer, like that one where a dozen guys jizzed all over that Japanese girl. Oh, and the one where the Latvian guy fucked a sheep, and you said you wished you could shove your-”

“We’re not talking about me right now,” Dipper interrupted.

“Anyway, I don’t remember watching the pornos; I just remember remembering them. Now are you gonna shut up and let me get to the good part?”

Dipper sighed. “Go on.”

***

Mabel rode the boys faster and faster, panting through her nose because her mouth was full of Creggy G’s cock. Mabel thought—to the extent that she was capable of thought, with three cocks pumping inside her and two more in her hands—it was a good thing that Deep Chris had his hands on her waist and was using his arms to help her ride him, or Mabel would be too out of breath to keep sucking Creggy G’s cock. And she loved sucking cock.

With the many intense pleasurable sensations all those cocks and hands were giving her, she felt an orgasm coming on fast. She moaned loudly around the cock in her mouth, and the next thing she knew she was screaming around it as her climax took her. Her lips, fuck-tunnel, and asshole all clenched around the cocks inside her, and then those cocks were shooting hot cum into her and the two cocks in her hands were shooting it onto her breasts, heightening her pleasure even more.

When her climax subsided, Mabel released Creggy G’s cock from her mouth and made a conspicuous gulping sound as she swallowed the singer’s load. Mabel loved swallowing cum and found it even more rewarding when the guy knew she was doing it.

“Okay, boys,” Mabel said, climbing off Deep Chris and the massage table, “let’s switch it up. This cowgirl’s ready to ride!”

She directed Greggy C to lie down at the head of her big bed and lean back against a pillow. Then she lay down on her back next to him, pushed herself up onto her hands and feet, and attempted to crabwalk sideways to put her ass directly above Greggy C’s crotch. The spiky-haired young man put his hands on Mabel’s ass and helped her get into position; then he held up his cock, which he had just lubed up, and Mabel slowly lowered herself down onto it until it was buried in her asshole. Then she leaned back against Greggy C’s chest.

“Ohhhh, yeah, that’s nice,” Mabel sighed. “Chubby Z, you’re up.”

The goateed Chubby Z knelt down in front of Mabel, straddling Greggy C’s outstretched legs. Then he pushed his cock into Mabel’s pussy.

“Oooh, baby, I feel like a double-barreled shotgun,” Mabel moaned. “But now I wanna be triple-barreled. Deep Chris, you know what to do.”

Mabel was leaning back, which gave Deep Chris just enough space between her and Chubby Z to step between them and put the head of his long, hard cock to Mabel’s lips. She eagerly engulfed it with her mouth. Then she raised her arms to either side, and Creggy G and Leggy P put their hard members in her hands.

In this position, Mabel couldn’t easily move on her own. But Greggy C, whose cock was up Mabel’s ass, took firm hold of her bottom and moved her hips up and down. This enabled Mabel to focus on expertly jacking the pair of cocks in her hands.

It wasn’t long before the three cocks inside her were pumping hard, making Mabel’s eyes roll back in her head with bliss. And she was jacking Creggy G and Leggy P’s cocks just as hard and fast as the other boys were pumping her with theirs.

“Mmph!” Mabel cried ecstatically around Deep Chris’s cock. “Mmmph! MMMMMPH!”

In perfect sync, all five boys came along with Mabel. The girl felt hot semen shooting up into her pussy and ass, down her throat, and all over her tits, making her orgasm even more powerful. She felt every muscle in her fuck-tunnel and in her mouth and throat, as well as her asshole, seize those cocks hard, as though to keep them buried inside her until they had no more seed left to pump into her eager body.

Finally, Mabel and the boys finished cumming. Deep Chris gently pulled his cock out of her mouth, and Chubby Z and Greggy C put their arms around her, supporting her as her whole body went limp.

“Boys…” Mabel panted, “I think…I could use…a bubble bath…”

“You got it, Mabel girl!” Leggy P replied, and Creggy G nodded in firm agreement—perhaps because the two boys had just jizzed copiously on Mabel’s body and thus were most responsible for her needing a bath. They ran off to fill the tub as Mabel eased up off of Chubby Z and Greggy C’s cocks.

Wow, Mabel thought. That was amaaaazing. I wonder if all six of us will fit in the tub?

***

Remembering what Mabel had said about his boy-girl-girl-girl-girl memory, Dipper said, “Now that was a harem fantasy.”

“Was not!” Mabel retorted, surprising Dipper with her vehemence.

“Okay, I’m sorry,” Dipper said, raising his palms. “And I’m sorry I snapped at you yesterday. When you joked about me wanting a harem, I thought you were accusing me of being sexist, or having a big ego, or something.”

In a forceful tone that made Dipper wonder if she had even heard his apology, Mabel said, “First of all, it was a memory, not a fantasy. And second of all, I let them all run off to live in the woods, so it’s not like I owned them.” Her tone turned from defensive to somber as she added, “I mean, maybe I thought I did for a little while, but…”

“Hey, hey, I was just messing with you, okay?” Dipper said, putting his arm around Mabel’s shoulder. “You didn’t do anything wrong. Well, okay, you did, but then you fixed it.”

“The thing is,” Mabel said, “even before we got perved, back when Dee was teaching me stuff, I started thinking I’d totally missed the boat with Sev’ral Timez. I mean, yeah, we did some kissing and over-the-clothes stuff-”

“Wait, you did?” Dipper interjected.

“-but we could have done so much more!” Mabel finished. Then she smiled. “But now, it’s kinda like we did. Except we didn’t really, so I don’t have to feel bad about it.”

Dipper’s brow furrowed. “You think maybe that’s what these alternate memories are? Some kind of wish fulfillment?”

“Like, we’re remembering things the way we wish they happened instead of how they really happened? Yeah, probably.”

Horny again from recounting her new memory, Mabel got up on all fours on the bed, then lowered her shoulders and chest to the mattress. This freed both her hands so that she could reach back and flip her skirt up, revealing her bare ass and, thus, the fact that she’d gone commando the entire day. Then she pulled her ass cheeks apart to expose her pink anus.

“Now, into the butthole!” she called.

“If you insist,” Dipper replied with a smile, and grabbed some lube.