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Subject: {ASSM} I'll do it 2 (f-solo)
Date: Mon,  3 Jun 2002 16:10:04 -0400
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Standard Disclaimer

This story contains sex, and if you are a minor, or 
are offended by such things, you should delete this 
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I would appreciate comments.

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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.

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this story.


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