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I'll Do it (mf, m-solo)
by Qickless(qickless@fastmail.fm)
"Goddammit Tim, I'll do your chores for three weeks, fuck man...
that's the best I can do!"
Being the youngest in the family does have its disadvantages.
Being smarter than everybody else however, more than
compensates for any slight discomfort. Especially since Jim -
that's my brother - is so a dumb moron that I do his homework for
him and extract a good favor or two as pay.
But today I was not in the mood to spend ten minutes licking at
arithmetic, the brand new stack of Playboys under my bed
demanded too much attention, the oil-slick bodies gleaming under
the wet glassy covers, centerfolds with pink nipples and blue
eyes...
"...watch Ruth and me."
"Huh?"
"I'll let you watch Ruth and me."
I gulped.
"Ruth and you, doing what?"
"You know..."
His eyes twinkled. He got me and he knew it.
Ruth was Jim's girlfriend. I don't know why she hung around a
jock like him coz she was brilliant, she aced classes, played
whopping tennis, and smacked down everybody else on the school
oration team - prom queen material, homecoming queen looks -
classy blue eyes, icy blonde hair with dimples and freckles to
match. Her usual attire sported half-knee skirts that showed just the
right amount of leg to get peckers rising, and sleeveless cotton
tops tight enough to set eyes ogling. Every time I saw her, my cock
would rise to half-mast and hidden as it was under layers of
padding, the obstruction would make itself felt in my throat. I think
the longest sentence aside from grunts and uh-uhs that I've told her
is "Hi!"
Ruth being pawed at, her lips pouting and her tongue licking and
kissing, her legs folding up and parting... I closed my eyes for a
while and breathed out slowly.
"When are you going to do it?"
"So you'll do this?"
I spent a minute at his assignment, my mind on the deal. There was
no way Jim was going to back out now; without me to do his work,
he was going to fail the rest of the year and lose his 'perfect guy'
image and with it his football scholarship and pretty much
everything else. Next Tuesday, and in all probability every
Tuesday after that, I was in for a hell of a show; I spent the night
jacking off, my mind grafting Ruth's face on many breasts and
pussies.
Tuesday arrived after an eternity. Dad and Mom left us early with
the usual warnings and don't-dos; dad had his high school reunion
and they wouldn't be back till late at night. As the car turned the
bend, I turned to Jim.
"When'll she be here?"
"She'll be here," he muttered almost under his breath.
A car arrived about an hour later, and as I watched from my
upstairs window, she got out and walked to the door, her tight,
small, light figure hugged by skin-tight blue jeans and a red
sweater, her hands hugging her body, her hair flying everywhere,
hiding her face. I went down and took my place at the steps, and
peeked through the tiny hole that I'd dug into the plaster. It gave
me a perfect view of the front-door, and almost of the entire live-in.
No one would be able to see me unless they came right up to the
stairs, and anyway, I'll have enough and more time to get back to
my room if needed. I unzipped my pants, loosened my belt and
buckle and took out my hardening cock, peering into the hole all
the while.
Jim met her at the door and they exchanged more kisses than
words, until he broke away, let her in and closed the door. Ruth
walked in over to the fireplace and stretched out, her thin hands
rising up to her hair, her face flickering in the dim light. Standing
on tiptoes, she almost purred.
"Oh God, Jim, it feels so good after that horrible cold..."
She smiled, a naughty smile that lit her face up, turned and lifted
the sweater over her head and dropped it on the floor. She was
wearing a tight flashy red top underneath that barely covered her
tits and left her midriff bare. She turned again, twirled on her toes
and winked at him, her tongue moistening her lips, her hands
roaming over her body, tweaking a nipple through the suit, her
neck gasping back reflexively. Jim gasped and I almost groaned.
Then they went at each other, Ruth almost leaping up on top of
him and latching her lips against his as she licked his face, her
hands tearing his shirt open. He moved his hands behind her head
and then towards her neck, slowly undoing the few clasps of that red
fiery top. She bent back pushing her groin against his and let out
a small groan as she twisted the cloth off her and then his hands
were on her nipple, circling it gently until it rose and grew and
stood taut and erect. He lifted her against him so that his lips found
her neck, licking her there and she yelled out incoherently as he
almost bit a nipple and roughly fondled its twin. She purred and
groaned, shook and finally went taut and firm in his hands as an
obvious orgasm ripped through her. Afterwards, she lay breathing
slow and still, sweat glistening on her blonde hair, her eyes closed
and her arms still limply hugging him.
They moved to the couch, Jim sat down and Ruth kneeled down in
front of him so that her tight ass and her tighter jeans were right in
front of me, wiggling and thrusting back and forth. She smashed
open his zipper and pulled out his cock and kissed it in one smooth
long-drawn out act that made Jim groan out, close his eyes and
buck his hips against her - it almost made me lose it right there.
Ruth made giving a blowjob was an art in itself. She began by lightly
kissing the tip of his cock and then fluttering her tongue through
the whole length of it, rarely resting the tip for more than a second
on a spot; after a while, she started twirling the meat with her
tongue, the long, slow, sprawling licks coming in effortless and
unexpected, varying the pace, the speed and the intensity in such
small amounts that by the time she reached his pee-hole and
pressed the tip of her tongue into it, Jim almost whimpered into the
waiting face. Her tongue dripped with spit and pre-cum, and she
teased him for an eternity, often ignoring his pleas for minutes
altogether and then licking his balls and biting his cock until he
came to the very edge as his hands gripped and almost ripped the
cushion, trying desperately to end it all...
"Jim..."
"Uhuh..."
"Jim!"
"Yes baby... please baby, don't stop..."
"Jim, I've been thinking..." her voice poured out, with one hand on
his cock unhurriedly shaking it up and down.
"Uh-uh..."
"I think I want to go all the way..."
Even in the midst of all that bliss, Jim started up, his eyes blinked
open, his thick cock slipping away from her grasp.
"What!"
"You know... I want you to fuck me," she pronounced it as
'fuucck,' the syllables ringing in the air as she went on, "I want it
in me today, please... I need it, " and she licked up some of his pre-
cum from her hand, and swallowed it, licking her fingers clean, her
lips making a sound smacking sound as she bit on a finger,
"Don't worry, I've been on the pill for some time now, besides,
you can use a condom."
"Ruth, baby please, you know I love you...but," and he looked up at
the staircase and the barely decipherable peep-hole and into my
eyes.
"Please baby..." and then she gave his cock a lick. He groaned as
she started taking it all in her mouth, her slim head stretching wide
around the tool, the dimples in her cheeks smoothened out by that
thick dick inside her as she rolled her tongue over him, and he
yelled out again and again, so much on the edge that his eyes
glazed out, his head dropping back on to the pillows.
And just like that she let him go, and moved away, resting her back
on the floor, one hand idly playing with an erect nipple, her lips
pouted and her cheeks flushed; she mouthed the word "please..."
Jim was so desperate that he almost tried jacking off then, but
stopped his hand at the last moment seeing the fire in her eyes, and
the slight distaste at the tip of her tongue.
"Ok baby, I'll do anything you want, anything just..."
He completed that with a loud groan as she bobbed her head back
and forth on his erect pole, jacking him off at the same time, her
head and her hand blazing on his cock, until his groans rose and
filled the room as they competed with mine, and we both shattered
down, spent.
I couldn't look anywhere for a while, my head buzzed with the
dizzying orgasm, my elbows hurt from jacking off so much and my
limp cock had wilted to so little that it seemed it had no intention
of ever getting up. I took another look through the hole and my
cock changed its mind.
Ruth was standing up behind the couch, knees almost bent, legs
spread as cum dripped from her face and her hair onto her body.
She twirled with her jeans buckle for a while, bobbing her hips
back and forward until my pecker tried to rise up again. She
flicked open her jeans and slid it down, bent almost halfway as she
thrust her ass out at us and slowly twirled it this way and that, our
eyes hypnotically following her light-green almost see-through
panties that seemed to be glued onto her ass. She threw away her
jeans, pulled at her panties and giggled as Jim's cock rose up just
minutes after his last spurt, the sweet laughter adding to the magic
in the room. She came back up to the twin couch and crept in, her
panties a bunch on the floor, her ass gleaming in the dim light like
two torch bulbs, pale and untanned. She crawled in between him,
and spread her legs as wide as possible, her hands clasping her shoes
and pulling then towards the ground even more as she grunted with
effort. Her eyes twinkled and she whispered, her throaty voice
reaching me before Jim's gasp, "Fuck me!"
Jim grabbed a condom and waddled in between her, his cock
hanging by his sides, jumping around as he moved about until he
knelt between her legs and slowly nudged it in her. Her eyes went
from calm and seductive to ogling and surprised as she felt his
thick cock inside her, and when he finally hit bottom, she let out a
long, slow breath, her body almost completely limp and inert as he
started fucking her. Slowly at first, but then increasingly faster,
their bodies met hip to hip and she let out a loud groan as she
whispered, her voice throaty, "Oh Yes! Fuck me!" Each thrust of
his hips was met by unintelligible groans that slowly rose in
passion until her quiet screams rose to earsplitting ones that
dissolved the room. Her nails dug into her legs as she struggled to
maintain a hold of them as they seemed to have a will of their own and
started thrashing about above her, her body bucking under the strain
to meet him halfway. She was getting close as her sweet sweat and
her girlish aroma crept to my nostril as I watched her sex throb hard
under him. She bucked and swerved from beneath him, wiggling
her ass and thrusting back at him harder and faster until a single
sharp scream pierced the room and she exploded, her body
flushing a deep red as he met her scream with an angry groan and
pumped his juice inside her.
When I could open my eyes again, they were still there at the couch,
his softening pecker still inside her. Ruth suddenly rose and
unraveled herself from his cock, her body still glistening in sweat
and her pussy still soppy wet from their juices. She gave him a kiss.
"My father will be waiting for me baby, I've got to go - House arrest
sucks, but if I don't get back, I'll be grounded for life."
I heard no protest from Jim, he was as wiped-out as I was, but he
was gentleman enough to walk her to the door and give her a sweet
lingering kiss as she drove away.
I met him as he got back. Surprisingly, he had a stupid grin on his
face.
"So you liked it, eh?"
"Sure, but next time, you do her ass," I grinned back.
Chapter 2: I'll do it, but why? (f-solo)
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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