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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.
