Message-ID: <36695asstr$1023135004@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit From: "Qickless" Reply-To: "Qickless" X-Epoch: 1023126907 X-Sasl-enc: wUfWxvR04OC72hJlPTSZqA X-Original-Message-ID: <20020603175507.7B06F6DA29@www.fastmail.fm> X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Mon, 3 Jun 2002 17:55:07 +0000 Subject: {ASSM} I'll do it 2 (f-solo) Date: Mon, 3 Jun 2002 16:10:04 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, dennyw -- Catch my work on http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/qickless/www Feedback to qickless@fastmail.fm -- http://fastmail.fm - Ever wonder why we aren't named snailmail.sm? <1st attachment, "i'll_do_it_2.txt" begin> - Standard Disclaimer This story contains sex, and if you are a minor, or are offended by such things, you should delete this file immediately and get lost. - I would appreciate comments. -- I'll do it, but why? (f-solo) by Qickless(qickless@fastmail.fm) Ruth Carrington ran all the way up the long series of steps, pausing and panting at the right moments to let others admire her. A racket in hand, she stepped lightly over the last few steps that would lead her to tennis practice. She played the game like everything else she put her mind to - fiercely. Her furious backhand volleys erupted in spurts of hand and knee, chin and eye, mind and ball; invincible. Seven aces, and hardly twenty minutes later, she showered the game off her. The warm water ran through her small sinewy body, exciting every bit of skin it touched. Ruth glanced around her; there was no one anywhere near her bath, her eyes twinkled in the misty air as she pointed the nozzle between her legs. Ruth Carrington, the brightest, smartest girl in the entire town, had a very delicate Achilles heel - her pussy. Ruth was so sensitive that she could orgasm just by the fleeting tendrils of the water; of course it came agonizingly slower, but she'd learnt that the furious smacking of thumb against clit produced far shallower pleasure than the final eruption from a prolonged torture. Already the warm stream was doing its job, slipping over and around the ripe, tender folds of her cunt, juicing out a rough musky fragrance that slowly filled the stall. Ruth adored the smell of sex, she whiffed a good draught, her eyes, her curving, slippery tongue, and her pink keen nipples reveling in the soft stream, her body arching her hips towards the shy water. The countless thin spurts felt like pinpricks, arousing and awakening the folds around her receptive pussy. Her body glistened under the shattering drops as a soft long moan escaped her, "Oh!" She could feel the small quakes start inside her, her knees shivering as she pressed the water even closer, her eyes closed and concocting fantasies inside her mind, her hips slowly surging to the rhythm of the streams around her. She could feel the warmth around her dissipating. The shower was rousing, even mildly inflaming, but the shadowy contact was far from satisfying. Almost involuntarily, her hands moved down, hoping to get a grip and choke the pleasure within her. She stopped herself, breathless and panting, at the last moment. She was going to come without touching her pussy, and that was that. She flicked some of the shower controls; the water changed from narrow streams to three thick ones, considerably hotter and bulging out from each end of the nozzle. She moved the scalding water back, the hot streams flanking her thigh as it tentatively stroked her lithe, hard flesh, dyeing her velvety white skin a ravaged pink. The warmth slowly became bearable; she closed her eyes, and in one rapid motion that had her knees shaking to a coarse fear of anticipation, partly squatted knees, a clenched shaking hand, and screwed shut eyes brought the streams to her pussy. The blazing heat proved too much for her, her skin burned before she yelped, jumped back, taut knees uncrossing in one instant, and almost threw the spray out of her body, and onto the blue tiled floor. She stood there for a while, shoulders slumped, knees shaking from the warm water that still fell in tickles about her knee, three small drops of tears on her cheeks against the ocean of water everywhere. Then her eyes twinkled again, and she brought the water back, biting her lips as the steaming water flowed over her tender flesh, her pussy almost smoldering under the heat. Slowly, her pussy puffed and parted, the pink glistening folds learned, and responded, changing the heat to a gentle warmth and slowly, but increasingly faster, the slight tingle around her body returned, and then the heat flowed through her, into her, warming up every pore of her body and almost drowning it in countless sensations. She could feel her knees give up, and she slowly leaned back on the tiled, slippery wall, her knees spread widely apart, her toes clutching the tiny cracks around the tiling as fragile footholds. She eased the flow, and moved the shower up her short, leanly muscled body, stretching her shoulders up as the water tickled the few short snaps of hair around her starkly white arm-pit, the small shivers still running through her as it splattered on and ran down her prominent shoulder bone, and then it moved down, nipping at her tight nipple, and then biting its twin, until when it reached her navel, the tender teasing had gotten frantic, and she had to have it now... now. The sensations grew, rising from a warm and nice pleasure, to where a soft, insistent throbbing filled her mind. Her body thrashed about wildly, she smacked the nozzle right into her, the hot water pouring between her swollen lips, as she let out a long, livid yelp as the hot streams smoldered into one tight, hot, long, curvy rope inside her, the warm water flowing into her pussy, the sensations almost blackening her out. But it was still not enough. Her mad thrusts turned desperate as the shower pressed hard into her folds, she thought of sneaking a finger into her drenched hole, but a determined, foxy smile later, she wrapped two fingers tightly around two of the holes in the shower head, so that only a thick, hot stream remained, pulsing out a colossal wave of heat and excitement wherever it touched. That single burning stream hit her clit, the thick water longer and larger than the tiny flesh, the enormous heat crushing it until that single taut tendon pressed down hard into her body. At first there was a malicious pain, the small shapely clit was not made to take any punishment, but she was far too gone to jerk her hand back; she clutched on with her fingers as a small voice in the back of her mind told her perhaps she'd gone too far this time, but then a silent stealthy sensation arose that grew out of her pain, and became more than pleasure, gushing out of her still silent body, and making her cry out, her jaws gulping in precious air and screaming out a violent growl that echoed throughout the hall. For one tiny, fleeting moment, all she could think about was the rigid shower in her arms, and the swollen pleasure in her clit. The orgasm exploded around her, her arms went flailing wildly as the nozzle jerked out and went crashing against a wall. Her body bucked violently, her arms wide and clenched, her pussy stretched wide by her legs as her body took the form of a shaking, crying, groaning Y, and then everything crashed down. As Ruth dangled on the floor, her legs spread wide, a slender hand crushing a nipple, she tried to remember how it all started... She was fifteen, he was a senior; she adored him and followed him around slyly wherever he went. Out of the corner of his eye, he would watch her, and smile, and she would rapidly turn and walk the other way. She remembered every detail of the day he walked up and talked to her. He was wearing a tight T-shirt, his taut body exposed for all the world to see. He took a seat beside her, and looked into her eyes. She tried looking away, tried blurting out that she was late for class, but his eyes held her still. When he spoke, his words were not what she'd been expecting. "Do you like ice-cream?" She nodded, he brought two, and they sat down and talked. Ruth found herself opening up to him, telling him about her studies, and her tennis, and how she tried hard to be better than anyone else. He listened, hardly spoke except for some tacit words that seemed to tell her that yes, he wanted to listen, he wanted her to speak. She opened up, and later that day when he asked her to a date, she smiled the sunlight out. They had sex two weeks later. It was all that Ruth expected, and more. He could eat her out for hours on end, make her sob, cry and beg him for release, and when he finally tipped her over, she cried out his name as she came. He died three days after he'd told her the three magic words. Ruth never cried. After a month, she immersed herself in her work, working away for hours on end, hardly getting more than four hours of sleep in a day. She jam-packed her schedule with tennis lessons, oration classes, karate, and gymnastics; she put more of herself than she could into her books. She filled herself with a fervent, frantic drive to become better than anyone else. Quickly, she became the most popular girl in school - Ruth Carrington became the girl to be. She started dating heavily, skipping on from boy to boy, kissing and making out between classes, furtively rubbing her soaked panties in dim corridors, aching for release. She found that boys could never fully satisfy her, instead she learnt to satisfy them. She taught herself the way around a cock, sliding countless around her lips, drooling over them, taking them deep inside her every hole until they burst and exploded and for a tiny, fragile second, left her almost content. If it had not been for the way in which she easily outshone everybody else in class, she would've been labeled the class slut, and kicked out of school long ago. As it stood now, the teachers often looked the other way when they saw her around corridors with a flushed face, and the smell of sex in the air. The few who'd gone to investigate had come back more than content. Ruth hung up the shower, and walked out of the stall, her body naked and frazzled. She dried her skin with a long blue towel and thought about her newest stud - Jim. She'd thought Jim to be the class moron until she'd seen his assignment books. They were filled with brilliant solutions; problems that'd taken her two pages to solve were neatly decked out in two lines. Ruth immediately saw competition, and decided to put an end to it in the best way she knew. She started sleeping with Jim, even allowing him to take her in the ass, yet, Jim's books remained two steps abler than hers. Usually, at about this time, the guys were so infatuated with her, that they forgot anything but her. Tonight however, she'd decided to quash him once and for all. Her blue eyes widened as she thought about what she was going to do. She had to use this ploy only once before and the guy at the receiving end was so broken that he didn't come to school for weeks. Ruth cringed at the measures that she would have to take tonight. She didn't like hurting people; in fact, she hated it, but she'd do anything not to lose her status - anything. "The fittest survive..." she muttered under her breath. The fierce gleam in her eyes contrasted with the unease all over her face as Ruth opened a locker and pulled off a shiny red dildo. She smacked it all around with her tongue, and slowly dipped it into her pussy, sighing as it slowly went inside. The dildo was not long, just about four inches long, and about the width of her thumb, but the tiny ticklish feeling that it gave her throughout the day kept her on the edge of a swollen orgasm. She'd cross and uncross her legs in class, that simple motion moving the dildo within her, so that when a recess broke out, she could run to the girls room and heatedly stroke her clit to a thunderous orgasm. Ruth Carrington put on a blue pleated skirt over her matching azure panties, her bright blue eyes twinkling as she walked away, the crimson piece of plastic clawing into her. -- Please give me feedback if you want me to continue this story. Comments to qickless@fastmail.fm Definitive version at http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/qickless/www <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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