Date: Fri, 26 Aug 2005 16:22:46 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jenna Tarp <jennatarp@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mean Girls at Valley High{Jenna}(F/F reluc)[1!_]

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reproduction in fixed form or otherwise, of this story. Copyright (C) 2005.

This work is unsuitable for minors. This work contains graphic descriptions
of sexual behavior between adult females and adult females with minor
females. The explicit nature of the story may be offensive. The
sometimes-violent content may also be offensive. Descriptions, scenes,
characters and situations are purely fictional and intended solely for the
entertainment of its readers.

Mean Girls

High school is tough enough on teenage girls without the added stress from
just plain mean girls. No one can attest to that more than Sybil.

Not only was Sybil stuck with a name that is attributed to so many negative
things, but she was kind of quirky looking, too. She was never one to have
a real fashion sense as demonstrated by her black-rimmed glasses, hair that
had random ties in it, over-sized hooded sweatshirts that hung sloppily
over her bell bottomed jeans that had intentionally ripped knees.

Sybil was the kind of girl who just wanted to get through high school with
the least amount of trouble and work. She wasn't a nerd because she wasn't
that smart, yet she wasn't the retard, either. She wasn't a popular girl by
any stretch, nor was she the `cheer leader' type, although hidden under
those horrid clothes was a pretty nice body, even though she never thought
so.

No, Sybil was, for all intents and purposes, your `typical' teenage
girl. But because she had taken the attitude to `just get through', she
tried to maintain a low profile whenever possible without realizing that it
was exactly that type of behavior that made her the perfect target for
`mean girls'.

Mean girls always ran in packs. Seldom would you ever find a mean girl
alone. They just didn't have the same bravado when they were alone as when
they were surrounded with their friends. Without their running mates to
urge them on, mean girls would just be `hateful' by themselves.

Every high school has mean girls, but at Valley High, a 4A school, there
seemed to be an extraordinary amount of clicks among the students, which
meant mean girls were more common than not.

Alex Farber was a mean girl. In fact, on the scale of mean girls, she was
among the absolute worst. She'd strut around the outdoor hallways of the
sunny California campus flanked by her two cohorts, Dezzie and Trina,
tossing her silky long dark brown hair as she'd shoot hateful glares at
fellow students, especially other girls. Alex had a particular disdain for
other girls who aspired to be like her and she made it a regular practice
to humiliate them whenever she could.

Like a Black Widow, Alex would lure some unsuspecting girl into her web and
then in as front of as many students as possible, she'd shatter their lives
with some horrific public humiliation that often sent them scampering for
cover and crying their eyes out.

Alex took pride in the long list of girls she'd destroyed while in high
school and displayed each of their names in thick magic marker on the cover
of her binder like notches on the handle of a gun fighter's pistol. She and
her two chums would often sit around and read a name on the binder and
reminisce about the events leading up to her humiliation and then laugh and
laugh and laugh. Those were good times for Alex and her buds.

With the beginning of another school year, Alex and her cronies had spent
weeks preparing for the new year. They were determined to make this the
BEST year ever. They had plotted and schemed new and even more humiliating
ways to screw with girls during the next year. As the girls spent time
scheming, their teenage bodies were suffering the effects from the
excitement it generated. Too many times did their brainstorming sessions
end abruptly so each of them could rush home to masturbate in private to
the thoughts they'd just created.

Only a fly on the wall could tell you their real plans, but judging by how
many times they'd broken things off early and masturbated in private, it
wouldn't take a rocket scientist to know their deviant ideas had taken root
and were growing in severity and outrageousness.

Sybil strolled into her first period Chemistry class on the first day of
school and she immediately caught Alex's eye. Without saying a word to her
two cohorts, Alex simply gestured with her eyes toward the unsuspecting
Sybil. With knowing looks, Dezzie and Trina smirked devilish grins and
winked and nodded their approval to Alex.

Poor Sybil made another mistake when she sat down in front of Alex. The
proximity radar should have gone off for Sybil, but it didn't. Her spidey
sense must not have been working that day or maybe she just didn't
recognize Alex. Whatever the case, she was entirely too close for her own
good.

Sybil felt a tiny tap on her shoulder.

"Excuse me" whispered a soft angelic voice from behind.

Sybil turned around and saw Alex staring back at her with big brown puppy
eyes. Her heart skipped a beat when she realized who she was. She couldn't
believe she'd just sat right in front of one of the meanest girls in
school! "What was I thinking?" she scolded herself in her mind!

Sybil's mind cleared when she heard Alex begin to speak.

"Excuse me," whispered Alex "but is that a Holy Cross sweatshirt you're
wearing?"

"Y-yes, yes it is," stammered a nervous Sybil.

Quietly, Alex began to spin her web, "I love that school! Are you planning
on going there after high school?"

"Oh, I don't think so. I don't have the grades for that school," replied
Sybil, as she began to relax with the small talk.

"Certainly you're smart enough," weaved Alex. "Hey, would like to join me
and my friends for lunch today?"

"M-me?" asked Sybil in disbelief.

"Sure, why not?" responded Alex in a sincere tone, "we don't bite."

Those prophetic words went in Sybil's left ear and out her right. She
agreed to meet Alex for lunch.

Alex, Dezzie and Trina were practically beside themselves as they strutted
into the cafeteria. The anticipation of nabbing their first victim on the
first day of school was more than they expected.

Not only were the three mean girls, mean, but they were trend setters at
Valley High, too. This year they decided to flaunt their new womanly
figures and wear short, short skirts and tight crop tops with plenty of
accessories to match. They were the perfect model images of `valley girls'.

The excitement of their first `catch' had been building all morning and now
the lunch hour was finally here. There was a noticeable aroma of girly
arousal that surrounded the three as they sat side-by-side at their
favorite table. The natural pheromone permeated the air like an invisible
trap.

Each one of them could feel the squishy excitement between their own
thighs, but they didn't dare talk about it with each other. They just kept
squirming, trying to remain inconspicuous. They all sat there, silent, deep
in fantasy, pussies oozing as deviant thoughts danced through their heads.

Dezzie stiffened and nudged Alex when she saw Sybil walk in.

Sybil had been thinking about lunch all morning. She was convinced that
Alex had been given a bad rap and didn't deserve her `mean girl'
reputation. "She was so nice to me in Chemistry class," Sybil reasoned to
herself.

Sybil's trusting nature took over. It had always been a flaw in her
personality or so her mother warned her. But she was certain that this time
she was right. Alex was a really nice girl and now more than ever, Sybil
was determined to prove her instincts right.

With a quick smile and wave, Sybil found the three girls at the same table
where they'd sat the year before.

Alex quietly slid her binder scrawled with the names of prior victims under
her stack of books, as Sybil sat down.

"Hi Sybil," Alex eagerly greeted, "we're glad you could join us!"

And so began the slow, steady grooming process of Alex, Dezzie and
Trina. Over the next few days and weeks, they included Sybil in everything
they did.

The three girls encouraged Sybil to take on a new, hipper, nickname of
"Libby", which they said spelled "Sybil" backwards but didn't have the
split personality thing tied to it. Secretly though, the mean girls
intended to eventually morph "Libby" into "Labia". It got them moist just
picturing Sybil's face the first time they yelled "Labia" down a crowded
hallway.

They also helped modify "Libby's" clothes and even though it took a lot of
encouragement, pouting and manipulation, within a few weeks they had her
changing her clothes at school. No longer were torn jeans and baggy
sweatshirts the order of the day for Libby. Once at school the three girls
would take her into a restroom stall and make her strip and then put on a
micro mini, which was shorter and more daring than the skirts they wore,
plus they'd have her wear a tube top and no bra. And before long they had
her trained to wear 5" stiletto heals to school even before she left her
house in the morning.

Admittedly, the three mean girls were pleasantly surprised at what a good
body Libby had. Her tits were rather large and her nipples had nice tight,
round aureoles with half inch long perky nipples. Perfect to be seen
protruding through a tight tube top.

Lastly, the mean girls completed Libby's transformation from typical girl
to blossoming mean girl by getting her a fresh stylish haircut and blue
contact lenses.

Before long, Libby looked like one of them and everyone could see
it. Students steered clear of Libby, just like they did of Alex, Dezzie and
Trina.

Now that Libby's transformation was complete, her utter humiliation could
begin. The mean girls met regularly after school to plot the next day's
plan and perfect Libby's humiliation.

First on their agenda was her name. They set a goal of one week to morph
her name from Libby to Labia. The three girls plotted that each day they
slowly pronounce her name from Libby to Libby-y-y-a-a-a then to Libbia then
to Liabbia then finally Labia.

The mean girls giggled and squirmed as their pussies oozed wetness at the
thought of calling Sybil "Labia".

That Monday, their plan began.

"Hey Libby-y-y-a-a-a!" hollered Dezzie as Libby strutted up the walkway to
the main entrance of the school.

"Hi girls!" waved an excited Libby to the three girls sitting by the main
entrance.

Her stiletto pumps clicking on the concrete, Libby was escorted to the same
restroom and into the same stall that she had gone to for the past couple
of weeks. All three girls pushed the way into the door and Dezzie held the
stall door open so they could all fit.

"Libby-y-y-a-a-a, wait until you see what I bought you this week," teased
Alex. From a tiny bag Alex pulled out another black micro mini and white
tube top that looked just like the others Libby had been asked to wear for
several days in a row now.

Silently, Libby was disappointed, but she didn't let on. Instead, she
pulled her sweatshirt over her head, turned around and unbuttoned and
unzipped her jeans and slid them down and eventually off.

Alex eagerly helped Libby unclasp her bra, which she slid off before
turning back around.

The mean girls paused and stared at Libby for a moment before Alex
reluctantly handed her the skirt and tube top.

"Here you go Libby-y-y-a-a-a," Alex said slowly.

All day long they called Libby, Libby-y-y-a-a-a and Libby didn't seem to
mind or notice or care. She was just happy being the center of attention
for these wonderful new friends of hers and that's all that mattered.

By that Friday, the mean girls had completed stage one of Sybil's
humiliation. They were calling her Labia at every opportunity, especially
if other people were around.

Sybil didn't even seem to notice. Or maybe she didn't know what a labia
was? Or maybe she didn't care? In any case, she accepted her new name and
responded like the good girl the mean girls knew she would.

"Hey Labia!" Dezzie shouted down the crowded hallway as snickers and
giggles erupted all around.

Sybil didn't hesitate, "Yeah? Oh hi Dezzie," she said with a quick wave as
the pair entered the crowded cafeteria for lunch.

With malicious intent to humiliate Sybil, Dezzie spoke loudly using the
crowded lunchroom as a reason to raise her voice, "Hey Labia, you look a
little swollen. Are you hot?"

Sybil didn't know how to respond to the cryptic sounding message. She just
shrugged and rolled her eyes.

The mean girls had a plan they knew would devastate Sybil, but by now they
didn't care. They were a little angry this girl had consumed so much of
their time already and without much payback. Today, they'd get their
payback and then some.

Dezzie's job was to gain and maintain the focus of students in the
cafeteria. The mean girls wanted Dezzie to use as much innuendo when she
spoke to Sybil, as possible. They wanted her to elude to labia lips, cunt
lips, lips, clit, clitoris, pussy or any other anatomical language she
could think of to make the tie between Labia and the female organ.

Alex's mission was to take back her outfit.

Sybil didn't know what to say to Dezzie. Her mind was awash with questions
as Dezzie spoke. It seemed everything she said had some sexual connotation
to it and Sybil didn't know how to respond.

Dezzie's voice was just loud enough that anyone within ear shot could not
only hear her but they thought the two of them were arguing.

Sybil felt a strange tingle race up her spine as students listened in and
they chuckled, laughed and pointed. Her body reacted with nervous goose
bumps that rippled up her arms and settled on her nipples, which sprang to
an erectness she'd never experienced before.

Sybil's ears began to ring as her blood pressure increased and it drown out
much of the laughter around her. But she could still see students pointing
at her chest and nudging each other and whispering. She didn't know what
they were looking at until she finally looked down and saw her nipples
protruding through the nearly sheer tube top. She could even see the tiny
bumps on her aureoles surrounding her engorged nipples.

Suddenly a familiar voice echoed through the lunch room, "There she is!
There's little cunt lip Labia!"

It was Alex.

Sybil was totally confused. Her best friend sounded angry and she had no
idea why. She spun around to face Alex, who was flanked by Trina, and
marching toward her with a determined stride.

"Hey cunt lip," shouted Alex as she stopped just short of Sybil, "I told
you that if you wanted to wear my mini skirt then you had to shave that
cunt of yours, but did you? NO! You didn't!"

Sybil didn't know what to do. Her heart was racing and her mind was
spinning. She couldn't believe her ears. What was she talking about? What
happened to her friends? Why were they yelling at her like this? What had
she done? Was this for real? Are they only joking? What's going on here?

Alex was fuming. She always prided herself on her ability to act and today
she was fulfilling a dream. She made her face red with anger and she grit
her teeth for effect. "Are you going to deny it, cunt lips? Are you going
to deny that I told you you could wear my mini skirt but ONLY if you shaved
your dirty cunt first?"

Sybil was aghast. She could hardly breathe. Alex's questions were so
mortifying that she didn't know how to answer.

Alex pressed the terrified young girl for an answer, "Well?! Didn't I tell
you you could wear my mini skirt?"

Sybil felt like crying. The question sounded right so she meekly nodded her
head `yes'.

Alex immediately added, "If you shaved first, right?!!"

Sybil continued to nod thinking she'd had the right answer the first time
so she'd be safe with the same answer again.

The cafeteria was growing strangely quieter as the student body sensed
something dramatic was about to happen. Cell phones were opened all around
and text messages were being typed and sent with a fever pitch. Students
crowed around the foursome and made a human circle several students deep.

Sybil was a mess. She was having an out of body experience and didn't know
how to react or speak.

"Prove it to us, cunt lips, show us you didn't shave as I asked," Alex
pressed, her heart racing at the control she was exhibiting. She could feel
her own pussy oozing wetness that dampened her thighs even though she was
wearing panties. They did nothing to absorb the sudden surge of wetness as
her excitement built.

Sybil was frozen. She couldn't move.

Alex took it upon herself to get on with things, "Fine, cunt lips, I'll
check for myself." With that she reached under the micro mini with both
hands and yanked Sybil's tiny thong to her knees.

"O-O-O-O," gasped Sybil, unable to move a muscle.

Trina stepped behind Sybil and jerked up on the stretchy micro mini until
it was just below her breasts.

A loud collective gasp echoed through the lunch room at that moment. Text
messages shot through the airwaves saying, "hury up" or "ur mising it" or
"cum kwik".

More and more students poured into the lunch room. Students who couldn't
get close enough to watch perched themselves on tabletops or chairs to get
a view. It seemed like the whole school knew what was happening.

Trina yelled to Alex, "Hey, isn't cunt lips wearing your tube top, too?"

"Yeah, she is," Alex gushed, "get it for me."

Before Alex even asked for it, Trina had already grasped it under Sybil's
arms and yanked it over her head.

Sybil tried to cover her self as best she could but her breasts were just
too large to cover with one arm while her other hand covered her hairy
pussy. She wanted to run, but she couldn't. She was surrounded by a mass of
human flesh that by now was actually emitting heat.

Wide eyes were all that Sybil could see around her. Curious onlookers
stared in disbelief as one the new `mean girls' was being betrayed and
stripped right in front of them.

"I told you she didn't shave," Alex said pointing disgustedly at Sybil's
hair pussy. "I'm gonna take care of this myself."

Sybil wasn't processing much information, but that statement almost made
her faint. Her knees buckled and Trina caught her from behind.

Trina muscled the helpless girls to a table that she cleared with one
hand. She grabbed Sybil under both arms and hefted the woozy girl onto the
table. She laid her back and then pinned her arms up over her head.

Students ooed and awed at the roundness and firmness of Sybil's tits. The
cold table only caused Sybil's nipples to harden that much more.

The tightness of her nipples caused Sybil to come around a little more but
when she tried to focus all she could see were eyes staring back. Eyes,
hundreds of eyes were all she could see. Sybil didn't even feel Alex yank
her skirt and panties off. All she knew was that she couldn't move.

Dezzie and another student volunteer each held onto Sybil's knees and
together they splayed her legs widely apart while Trina held her arms.

Like a surgeon preparing for surgery, Alex asked for a bucket of hot water,
which was hurriedly provided by eager students.

Using Sybil's nearly sheer tube top, she sopped up the hot water and placed
the soaking material on Sybil's pubic area.

The hot water drew an immediate, yet unwanted response from Sybil's young
body. Blood rushed to her genitals and her pussy lips flowered like a
rose. She couldn't help but moan quietly, "o-o-o-o-h-h-h-h."

The sound of splashing water broke the silence as Alex heated up the
razor. With gentle precision she removed the tube top and dropped it back
in the bucket. She placed her left hand on top of Sybil's protruding pubic
mound and pressed her pubic hair flat. Using short strokes, Alex began to
shave Sybil's pubic hair.

Like a typewriter, she went back and forth, side to side, shaving a half
inch at a time. After each row was complete, she'd shake the razor
vigorously in water and begin again.

Sybil was in another place mentally. This couldn't be real. None of this
was actually happening. It just couldn't be true. She really wasn't being
forcibly held down, naked, on a lunch room table in front of the whole
school and having her pussy shaved by her best friend! Could she?! Was it
true?!

By the time Sybil had begun to assess the validity of her situation, Alex
was finished.

"There now, cunt lips, I'm done," Alex purred as she cupped Sybil's pussy
and repeatedly pressed her palm against the girl's clit, "now, don't you
feel better?"

Alex motioned to Trina who instinctively knew what she wanted. Trina
released one of Sybil's arms.

Like a loving mother, Alex took Sybil's hand and guided it to her bare,
freshly shaven pussy. "Here, feel," she cooed, "feels good doesn't it?"

Alex pressed Sybil's hand onto her own pussy. She used her thumb to push
Sybil's index finger into her moistened slit.

Sybil had never touched herself like that before and her body reacted in a
way she'd never felt.

Alex sensed something special was about to happen that was beyond her own
perverted expectations. She pressed her thumb against Sybil's index finger
again and pushed both Sybil's finger and her own thumb inside the moistened
pussy. Alex almost gasped at how warm the other girl's pussy was for she
had never done anything like that before either.

Reflexively, Sybil let out a soft moan, "O-o-o-o-o-h-h-h-h-h-h" as her hips
pushed upward against the intruding digits. Instinctively, Sybil squeezed
her own pussy and curled her finger deep inside, which caused her to moan
again, "O-o-o-o-o-h-h-h-h-h," only this time a little louder.

No one could believe what they were witnessing. Trina was practically
panting as she rubbed her thighs together. She wanted in on the action so
with both hands she cupped Sybil's firm breasts and squeezed them,
finishing off with a tight squeeze and tug on her nipples.

Sybil entered another world. Her body was betraying her in the most sensual
erotic way ever and she was totally and completely confused. Somewhere deep
inside she knew what was happening was wrong, but everything felt so
right. Her anus and buttocks tightened each time she squeezed her pussy and
pushed her finger deep inside. Her stomach tightened and her hips rolled
forward with each pleasurably squeeze.

Alex let go of Sybil's hand and leaned back quietly to watch along with the
rest of the student body.

As Trina milked Sybil's breasts, Sybil continued to cup and squeeze her own
pussy. Never having been told how to masturbate, Sybil just knew. Each time
her palm crushed her engorged clitoris, her hips bucked back.

It wasn't long before Sybil was openly massaging her swollen clit. She used
her first two fingers to roll over the tiny bump and then split her labia
lips apart before closing on the tiny nub again. Each time her fingers
dragged across the hoodless nub, she moaned louder, "O-O-O-h-h-h."

Something was happening inside her and she didn't know what it was. Sybil's
flat stomach, taut under the pressure of an impending orgasm was pulsating
with erratic breathes. Sybil was bringing herself to her first orgasm. And
she was doing it in front of the whole student body.

Trina gave up on squeezing Sybil's breasts and just concentrated on tugging
on her nipples. She held them firmly between thumb and forefinger and
repeatedly jerked them skyward until Sybil's breasts were stretched like
inverted ice cream cones.

Dezzie and the other girl still held firmly to Sybil's legs. They held her
legs widely apart so everyone could get a good look.

Sybil's bare ass, now sweaty with arousal, squeaked against the table top
each time her hips bucked against her fingers.

Someone in the back said, "Come on bitch, cum for us."

Pretty soon a slow rhythmic chant of "Cum, cum, cum, cum^Å" began from the
student body.

Instinctively Sybil began to unconsciously finger herself to the rhythm. As
the chant increased in speed, so did her fingers.

For all but those immediately surrounding Sybil, it was hard to hear her
moaning and groaning or her ass squeaking on the table top. But everyone
knew it was happening.

Sybil's face flushed and her head rolled from side to side as her anus
tightened and her buttocks clenched. She panted at a furious pace and her
dry mouth gasped for air as her stomach tightened. Something was happening
deep inside her bowels. A strong pressure was building and she thought she
should stop, but she couldn't.

"Oh my gawd!" she screamed in her mind. "w-what's h-happening?!"

Sybil's body stiffened as the pressure in her loin became too much. She
grabbed her pussy hard and squeezed it tight to keep it's contents inside,
but it wasn't enough. Her pussy twitched with orgasm and she let out a deep
guttural groan, "OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!"

Cum juice coated her hand and squished between her fingers as her hips
pumped furiously in response to the welcome release. Sybil couldn't stop
squishing her cunt lips between her fingers as her slippery cunt oozed a
slimy orgasm.

Alex's skin was glistening with perspiration. She was so hot, she could
hardly believe it. Never in her wildest dream could she have imagined doing
what she had just done to Sybil and had it go so perfectly. Her heart raced
with devious anticipation. Watching this young girl, her prodigy, stripped
naked and then forced to finger herself to orgasm in front of the whole
student body was more than incredible.

Alex wanted more though. She choked on each breath as her mind raced with
possibilities. This girl hadn't suffered enough. Not yet.

While Dezzie and the other girl held Sybil's slippery knees apart as wide
as they would go, Alex stood up. She grabbed hold of the writhing girls
hand that had clamped tightly on her pussy and she pried it free.

Sybil's cunt was drenched in girl cum and glistened as her hips continued
to gyrate out of control. Mentally, Sybil was no where to be found. Her
mind was scattered in different directions and she had no grasp of
reality. Her taut body twitched with spasms of post orgasmic
proportion. She was beginning to relax, but it was a long, slow process.

Alex, too, was in another place mentally. She couldn't believe the control
she had. Her eyes were glossed over with a dead pan stare as she intended
to go to the next level of deviant humiliation of Sybil.

Holding firmly to the girl's wrist, Alex guided the limp arm upward and
forced the girl's fingers into her own mouth. "Here, suck on your own cum,
you dirty cunt," she growled softly, "lick your own pussy juices you
bitch."

Alex pushed Sybil's fingers in and out of her mouth and watched as the
groggy girl reluctantly lapped at her own fingers. Alex's heart began to
thump so hard she was sure others may hear. She kept smearing Sybil's hand
across her face and in her mouth until the mixture of saliva and cum
thoroughly coated the girl's face and hair.

Suddenly the shrill of a female voice broke the hypnotic silence that had
gripped the student circle, "Excuse me! What's going on here!"

In seconds, the stunned crowd scattered like cockroaches when the light was
turned on. They all recognized that voice as their Principle, Judy Flowers.

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