Mean Girls of Maplewood

Note: All characters in this story are of legal age. All of the characters are well over eighteen years of age.

I neither judge nor condone any of the heinous actions detailed in this chapter of MEAN GIRLS of MAPLEWOOD. That being said, I appreciate all comments on this story good and bad. Feedback feeds this tale of GIRLS GONE WILD and I would love to continue hearing from my audience.

"You're so cheap."

"What, you used to like coming here, what happened?"

"Yeah when I was like, ten; I'm a woman now."

"You're fucking sixteen, and don't let mom hear you saying that shit. You know she got that belt waiting for that ass."

"You should know, wait til she see you wearing them booty shorts." Chelsea was hanging out with her sister at the local Tastee Freez, a hangout for teens in Maplewood since the late fifties. Antoinette, her younger sister was enjoying an Oreo soft serve with some crumbled Reese's peanut butter cup mixed in for good measure. One of her male classmates worked there who'd give her discounts while continually asking her out. She never gave him an answer, remaining coy about to his teen overtures. Her own M&M flavored cup went untouched as she stared out at the highway watching the traffic. Maplewood was one of those town you just passed through, no tourist attractions to speak of in her opinion. She'd been living there since sixth grade when her father took a job at a local trucking company. Her family found some semblance of the American dream in the relaxed economy and easy going populace. She couldn't deny the scenic quality during dusk hours and its inherent calming quality. That Chelsea would leave after graduation was a forgone conclusion that she kept to herself. Not even her BFF was aware of her innate disdain for the doldrums of small town life.

"You're thinking about Brad Tucker, aren't you?"

"NO!"

"Sure you're not; what was I supposed to do if he was at home, wait in the car while you got all nasties with him, huh?" Her little sister had a way of sticking it to her which usually ended up with the two girls knuckling up, good naturedly of course.

"Bitch." Chelsea shoved her soft serve into her sister's face like a clown's cream pie.

"OOOOHHH, YOU COW!!" Antoinette reluctantly flung her own soft serve at her older sister who batted it away onto the concrete. Both girls got into a comedic slap fest smearing the ice cream and assorted bits of confectionary condiments over each other's torsos. Some of the parking families and couples of various ages found the sight amusing, hooting and clapping. There was a separate rest area for travelers which the girls made use of to clean up their mutual mess. Both sisters smiled at one another splashing some of the potted water from the clogged sinks at one another laughing.

"Hey, your phone is ringing." Antoinette noticed the flashing screen. Chelsea had placed it on silent avoiding calls from Patty after the duo parted ways.

"Shit."

"She's your friend; I know you're mad, but maybe you should just hear her out." Antoinette wasn't used to seeing her sister out and about without her best friend. Chelsea hadn't fully revealed the circumstances of their breakup of the friendship knowing how much her little sister liked Patty. In fact, Antoinette always considered Patty a third sister.

"I'm tired of listening to her fucking mouth."

"She's your friend." Antoinette countered.

"You don't understand, she's always clout chasing and trying to get up in people business. I'm tired of all that noise, but she can't help herself."

"She got you on the cheerleading squad."

"I-got her on the cheerleading squad, for you information." Chelsea sounded indignant, correcting her little sister.

"Geez Chelsea, want me to take the call, huh?" Antoinette knew when her sister was uncomfortable, knew she had a hard time making up with her best friend whenever they had arguments.

"Yeah, I guess." Chelsea admitted.

"Alright, I'll tell her how it is, okay big sis." Antoinette snatched up the phone stepping outside the bathroom to take the call.

Chelsea checked her appearance in the mirror, splashing a little more water on her t-shirt trying to wash out some errant Reece's stains left behind when her sister master the carboard cup into her chest. It was an honest question asked by her confidant as she admitted internally what Antoinette regularly chided her about. She had a long standing crush on Brad Tucker and she honestly didn't know what her intentions were dragging her sister along on a trip to his home. Maybe she wanted her little sister to keep her from looking like some lovestruck girl in front of the handsome quarterback. She was also worried about his state of mind after their last encounter. Patty knew something but she'd decided not to know personally. Chelsea was afraid of the answer hidden just behind Patty's lips.

"HEY, YOU NEED TO TAKE THIS CALL!!" Antoinette ran back into the rest room, visibly panicked.

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His back stung something fierce from the network of scars that crisscrossed it in shallow cuts earned as he was gifted the virginity of a girl as troubled as himself. Both of them sat in the dark watching a movie she'd brought along with a portable DVD player. They were watching some exploitation movie from the 80's, a teen gang movie starring that girl from the Exorcist.

"This is pretty fucked up; you want to watch this?"

"I brought the movie along, dummy." She was kneeling in the bed behind him, pressing a makeshift icepack on his back. She alternated between the icepack and a wet towel trying to clean up the mess she'd made of his back as they consummated their relationship.

"What's this called again?"

"Savage Streets; it's good Humbert, just give it a chance." April planted light kisses on his back slowly slipping her right arm around his neck. She licked at the base of his skull, lightly twirling her tongue there in light experimentation. She wanted to make him hers but was silently frustrated at her inability to get him to remove his pants. She noticed that he kept his rear end hidden away making her burn with evil curiosity.

"Seems kind of rough." One screen, two punks styled thugs were dragging a deaf mute waif into the boy's restroom. The camera zoomed in on the lithe blonde's terrified face.

"I don't mind rough; but then you know that, huh?" April leaned over his shoulder stealing a wet kiss. Humbert willingly gave in to her overture kissing back as her favorite cherry flavored lipstick smeared his face.

She gradually became more aggressive pulling him onto his back straddling his chest. They'd been together several times since finding the courage to sleep together, but April was insatiable. She was also deceptively nimble managing to quickly mount and pin his wrists to the bed underneath them. Humbert tried to push up and wriggle out of the chubby blonde's grasp. April had become well versed in using her weight to her advantage letting it assist her in pinning her mark down with minimal effort. She could feel him struggling against her, exciting the darkness hidden away behind her crooked smile. He'd infuriated her by remaining partially dressed, making April consider cashing her evil gambit in prematurely.

"April?"

She leaned down letting more of her weight pin him deep into the mattress, pressing her lips against his as her tongue invaded his mouth. Her immense bosom and the rest of her nudity had been hidden away behind a large pink pajama dress with the odd choice of a forgotten cartoon character. April schooled Humbert on the "Shmoo" a weird asexual being with the innate ability to shapeshift and a long forgotten history which included being supplanting Mickey Mouse as the face of children's savings bonds in 1949. Of course Humbert's eyes had been swayed by the almost hypnotic jiggle of her breasts behind the cotton night dress which was little more than on over sized t-shirt. April relaxed her limbs letting her dead weight force the air from his body, looking deep into his eyes as she fought against taking him at the moment.

April pushed up allowing him a reprieve of seconds as she stripped away the night shirt tossing it to the carpet beside their twin bed. The room was dark backlighting her chunky, Rubenesque figure solely with television light. There was an obvious physical presence about her, understated and barely hidden as she sat atop his lean figure looking down at his pecks. Her frame while blocky, had some unrefined shape with just the slightest bit of waist apparent. One was given the impression that if she were to somehow drop a drastic bit of weight, her figure would become impressive topped with her huge breasts. They were impossible to ignore covered with these large cookie sized areolas topped with prominent, strawberry colored nipples. Her abdomen sloped outward in a muffin top, he found distinctly cute. Her puffy looking muff was covered with sparse blonde hair. April straightened her back allowing her considerable weight to keep him in place as he relented. She knew how much discomfort she was causing the thin teen but didn't care.

"How come you never asked me?" She asked cryptically.

"Whu-What April?"

"How much do I weigh?"

Even as she responded, April shift about on his abdomen making sure that she could resume crushing the air out of him if needed. She remembered using the same maneuver on one of her victims, even going so far as to have a meal while squashing him. It had been a learning experience with the partially overweight goober nearly toppling her until she laid into him with a studded belt wrapped around her right hand. She'd taken her time with him after that, stripping away the layers of his manhood until she was satisfied and then getting really nasty. She'd worked him so hard that he was happy to give her the password to his phone where she found incriminating photos of the harm done to her girlfriend, Red. He begged her to turn him over to the police, butt she decided to get creative instead. Now, Humbert Jenkins was standing in front of the Eightball and he had no clue how much danger he was facing.

"I don't care." He answered unwaveringly honest. She glared down at his face taking it all in knowing he brokered no deception towards her, but something stuck in the back of her head. It was something that set her on the path to his eventual victimization and destruction.

April rolled off his abdomen landing at his side on the narrow twin bed with a pronounced thump, nearly pushing him to the floor. April stared up at the ceiling contemplating the reason she'd gone on with the charade of liking him in the first place. The face of Leslie Kennedy popped into her mind, burned there frozen in time art the precise moment she'd shattered mentally. The undeniably beautiful brunette had been ravaged, taken by an unyielding phalanx of students and one gym teacher; actually the football coach. April had engineered her rival's destruction going so far as to direct traffic making sure every hole of the former ice queen was completely railed beyond comprehension until evil nirvana took her down. That precise moment stuck in her mind weeks later after hearing about her "new attitude" at school. She recalled that moment with torturous clarity as Leslie Kennedy yelled one name in particular...Humbert.

"Humbert Jenkins." She said to herself flatly caring little that he was lying beside her.

"What is it, April?"

"Nothing, I just wanted to say your name, that's all."

Humbert lay next to her gasping for air glancing over at her profile taking it all in, noticing something in her face he couldn't put his eye on. She was breathing hard, her majestic chest rising as she remained eerily still. He felt conflicted but didn't know why, it felt like he'd committed some wrong. There was no way he could know the chubby blonde was hard at work forcing out some tears. It was becoming harder and harder as the days turned into weeks, into months. She'd reapplied her makeup adding extra mascara to emphasize her eyes. She loved the way her victims stared deep into her blue eyes horrified at what was happening while she was doing it, but Humbert was just so clueless that he was causing some sort of mental static in her head. She didn't realize that an all too familiar feeling was creeping into her psyche...jealousy.

"Hey?" He rolled over on his side draping his arm across her sloping belly. His lips found her right breast lightly kissing it until her nipple slipped between his teeth. He watched as her eyes widened from the stimulation. Her one true physical weakness was the sensitivity in her reddened nipples. She didn't speak or respond when Humbert called out to her worrying him enough to act. His tongue was swirling on her nipple tickling and teasing it until she moaned. Before she knew it, two of his fingers were inside while his thumb clumsily messed with her clit. April clenched her teeth trying to regain her composure as he accidentally rubbed up against her g-spot. She inwardly cursed his efforts even as she began to cream all over his fingers, almost on the verge of squirting.

"April?" He called out again, sounding worried and desperate; but she wouldn't speak for fear of letting her monster escape. She wanted to savor his eventual destruction, enjoy it to the fullest when the time was right. She bit into her lower lip trying to keep the darkness that festered in her soul at bay. Humbert started to worry that he'd done something wrong.

Her refusal to speak fueled desperation as he slid down between her legs spreading her flower open to feast on her button. He repeated his budding technique teasing, sucking on her clit noticing a light shiver run through her body. Heartened, the lanky teen worked harder as her essence filled his mouth and her short, thick legs parted. April couldn't help herself moaning loudly as his desperation unlocked some bit of honesty from the cunning sociopath. April parted her legs further, splaying them wider to allow him to scoot up further into her sex. He surprised her by inserting his fingers again to work the bumpy ridge inside as she gasped cupping the back of his head. She palmed his head working her muff against his lips even as her demented psyche screamed wanting escape. April fought internally, hating herself for the pleasure she was experiencing. Bitterness escaped into the recesses just behind a rounded face heavily made up to look like a demented cupie doll. Humbert Jenkins was making her cum, and she hated him for that. No one had ever cared enough to go down on her. Red did it reluctantly most of the time other than the night her nemesis, Leslie Kennedy had been finally brought low. Now some geek, she had horrific plans for was doing it willingly. April felt what she innately knew to be dishonesty on his part. All she could think of as she went into the throws of a powerful orgasm was that this nerd was undoubtedly picturing Leslie Kennedy in his fucking mind.

"STOP IT!!" April lost control as he reared back on his haunches, almost terrified at her outburst.

"Hey, did I "do something" wrong; I'm sorry April, really sorry." She pushed herself up on her elbows noticing his erection.

"Can you do something for me, Hubert?"

"Yeah anything you want, April."

With great effort, the chunky blonde miscreant assumed a kneeling, prostrate posture on the bed looking almost as if she were praying. The underside of her huge breasts were wedged against the top of her thighs. April didn't regard Humbert, burying her face in the ruffled bedding. Humbert stared back unsure of her actions, looking at her curled over profile. April spread her legs apart a little bit, adjusting herself by inching slightly towards the end of the bed.

"Fuck me like this." It was a simple request.

He didn't know what caused her curious behavior but got behind her staring down at her butt which looked wider in this position. April was just about mute, silent and unresponsive as his fingers dug into the soft, doughy flesh of her hips. His member slid effortlessly into her heated, moist confines finding her tunnel tight and narrow. She was sopping wet and ready as he began pushing into her building up speed until the sound of his pelvis slapping wetly against her reverberated off the walls of their hotel room. For some reason, Humbert found that he enjoyed taking April in this manner. There wasn't the strange mental pressure that seemed to come with her piercing gaze. There was something in the way she looked at him that made him feel like a caged animal. Not a dangerous animal, but something more akin to a pet.

"Harder."

"Huh?"

"Do it harder, fuck me." April reiterated, pleading for more.

Humbert redoubled his efforts, getting more aggressive by sliding his hands up to her waist yanking her back into his thrusts. This got more of a response from her causing the chunky teen to arch her back, letting her belly rub against the sheets. Motion ripples appeared on the surface of her pale cheeks as her legs moved further apart allowing him deeper into her cunt. April was dripping all over his length, leaving this sort of frothy residue on his cock.

"Pull my hair; pull it HARD!!"

Humbert went with it, grabbing a handful of her blonde locks and finding it hard because of their greasy nature. She was already gasping, breathing through her mouth as she thrust backward impaling herself on his member.

"HUM-HUM-HUMBEERRT, CHOKE ME!!" She gasped desperate for release.

"April?"

"FUCKING CHOKE ME; JUST-DO IT!!" Her savagery startled him, as she began to go into the throws of an impending climax. He locked his fingers around her neck regardless, acknowledging their shared dysfunction, wedging his cock hard into her butt. April rewarded him with this strained grunt of approval, managing to use her hips in a circular motion grinding against his pelvis.

"I-I WANT YOUR ARM, WANT IT AROUND MY NECK FROM BEHIND!!" April blurted out between gasps of strained pressure. Humbert lurched over her back, locking his arm around her in a rear choke, intentionally applying little pressure.

"CHOKE MY ASS, I WANNA CUM, HUMBERT!!" April screamed, her mouth agape as tremors erupted throughout her body. He could feel her clamping down on his cock in pulsing waves, the orgasm beginning to crest.

Humbert found himself swept up in her wake, locking his arm around her throat from behind using his other hand to yank on his wrist as they collapsed on the bed. April gasped and wheezed loudly between fits of coughing as her cheeks pursed inward cradling the base of his member. Humbert was balls deep inside thumping into her twat with the force of a cinder block.

"CUMMING, CUMMING-OOOHHHH, AWWWNNN OHHHHH GAWD I'M CUMMING ON YOUR FUCKING DICK SO HARD, HUMMM-BERT!!" April began squirting and gushing uncontrollably as he exploded inside in several pulsing waves. He barely realized his own screams of pleasure, laying there prone over her thick, chubby body. He slid out of her soiled confines still ejaculating wildly across her reddened cheeks. Both of them were spent, exhausted and gasping for air.

"Did that help, Humbert?"

"What?"

"Did doing me from behind help you picture her better?"

"April, what?"

"That girl you've been thinking about this whole time."

April was fishing for information, looking to find out if he shared a connection with Leslie. She was also mentally skewed and humiliated at having legitimately cum with someone else beside Red. Humbert rolled off sitting up on his knees as April regarded him. He didn't know what to say as she picked and pulled at a clump of her wet, blonde hair with mascara running down her face. She wanted to keep him off balance and on edge until she was ready to take him to her dark place. He facepalmed before glancing at the movie on the television. A thug had been set ablaze by the female heroine, Linda Blair. He was running wildly as he immolated finally crashing through a window to a burning death as the film ended.