Ashley Gets Ruined For Men Ch 01

My name is Lucy. I'm 5'8, Finnish, with long blonde hair. I'm a Junior in college studying neurobiology. I'm a lesbian, but more than that I hate men. I hate the way they treat women, how they take up good jobs, and look down on girls like me. When I date girls, I'm not just dating for love, I'm dating to turn them off men forever. Make them so a guy can't satisfy them anymore, or make them unappealing to any good man.

My latest project is Ashley. She's a small, 5'2" girl with a relatively flat chest and cute, blue eyes. She's a bi who gets good grades and has no tattoos. She briefly dated a guy and they just broke up, making her an emotional wreck. I can't wait to f*ck her up

"Hey Ashley!" I called, raising a hand. to her. I run up and can smell her sweet, strawberry perfume.

Ashley looked up, grinning when she saw her. "Hey, you," she said, nudging Lucy's shoulder as she stepped beside her. "How's your day going?"

I exhaled dramatically. "Better now, I hate organic chem. You?"

She laughed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Same. Almost fell asleep in econ"

"The worst." I said, making a face which was both silly and expressing disgust. "Actually, I was gonna ask--what are you up to tonight?"

Ashley tilted her head. "Nothing exciting. Probably some reading, maybe pretend I'm productive. Why?"

A small smile tugged at Lucy's lips. "Come over. I got this bottle of wine sitting in my kitchen, and I don't feel like drinking alone."

Ashley raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Drinking on a school night? Scandalous."

LI grinned, "I could use a little rebellion. You in?"

"Fine, fine, twist my arm. What kind of wine are we talking?"

"Some kind of red. I don't know, I grabbed it on impulse. Thought it felt...new. Different."

Ashley's gaze softened a little, reading between the lines. "You're looking for a change of pace, huh?"

Lucy's smile faltered for a second, then she nodded. "Yeah. I think so."

Ashley nudged her shoulder. "Then let's do it. I'll bring snacks. Something fancy, like--cheese that doesn't come pre-sliced."

Lucy snorted. "Ooh, stepping up in the world. I like it. Come by around eight?"

"Sounds like a plan."

# later that night

I spent the prior two hours cleaning my apartment, making sure everything was straight. "This is the night", I thought. The secret to trapping women is pushing boundaries, and that was my goal for tonight. Ashley is a freshman, and thus likely a lightweight. After half a bottle of wine she'll be willing to do anything, and I've prepared amenities around the house, including a small bottle of poppers near my bed.

By the time Ashley knocked on Lucy's door that evening, the apartment was dimly lit, the soft glow of the kitchen light pooling onto the small counter. Lucy, now in an oversized sweater and leggings, swung the door open.

"Right on time," she said, stepping back to let Ashley in.

Ashley held up a brown paper bag. "I come bearing gifts--crackers, cheese, and some dark chocolate, because I believe in balance."

I grinned. "You are officially my favorite person today."

Ashley dropped her bag on the counter and glanced around. "Cozy in here. Candles and everything? Someone's setting a mood."

Rolling my eyes, I retorted "It's called 'trying to feel like a functional adult.'"

Ashley smirked. "It's working."

Grabbing the wine bottle and a corkscrew, I smoothly inserted the thread, pulling out the cork. "See? Peak adulting"

Ashley laughed, stepping in. "Gotta admit, you have talent"

I poured two glasses, handing one to Ashley before clinking hers lightly against it.

"To change," Ashley said, tilting her head slightly.

Meeting her gaze, I felt something unspoken lingering between them. Then she nodded, lifting her glass.

"To change," she echoed. And as she took a sip, she felt something loosen inside her--just a little.

"Let's break open the crackers", searching through Ashley's bag. The night was progressing smoothly. Ashley possessed all of the traits of a confused freshman, and best of all contained their drinking habits as well. She might be small and cute, with wavy blonde hair and soft red cheeks, but she was drinking wine like a grape soda. It didn't take long until she was two glasses in.

Pretty soon she was visibly inebriated, and I was starting to feel it too.

"aNd then he said HE couldn't *hic* afford ME" Ashley slurred out. "can you BELIEVE him??"

"Men are so selfish" I concurred. "That's why I only fuck women" I whispered, leaning in close

Ashley laughed, "You know I kissed some girls before dating my ex, and I have to admit, it was pretty great".

"I was counting on you thinking that", I leaned in, stealing a kiss. Ashley turned red, taken aback. "I.. I.." she stammered, "I'm going to make you mine" I said confidently, placing my hand on her warm hips and kissing her again. "You know, we've finished the wine, why don't we head over to my bed"

Ashley thought for a moment, drunkenly pondering her options. Concerned, I interjected, "have you ever had aged tequila"? I grabbed a cold, plaster bottle from my pantry and removed the cork. Ashley smiled, thrilled at the thought of stalling. I poured us each a glass, giving Ashley a little extra, and we took a shot.

"Now where were we?" I said, sliding my hand under her shirt onto her back. Ashley looked at me with a drunken smile, the kind you make when you can't think fast enough to make excuses. I kissed her on the lips, slowly caressing her body as she sat in my kitchen. As we made out, I moved my hands over her sweatpants and under her thighs, picking her up. Ashley's eyes opened wide when she realized what was happening, and I carried her over to my bed.

I tossed her on my bed back-first, so her legs were still in the air. With all the focus I could muster, I quickly pulled off her sweatpants as Ashley giggled, presumably excited at the thought of what was about to happen. Climbing over her, I grabbed both her wrists and pinned them above her head, and started kissing her neck. It was soft, and carried the scent of the same perfume she wore earlier in the day. I placed my thigh between her legs, and could instantly tell how warm and wet she had become. Pressuring my leg against her privates, and with my mouth discovering hers, I moved my free hand under her shirt and found her nipple. We continued like this for a few minutes, as I could feel her becoming wetter and wetter.

I leaned back, standing on my knees. "Take off your shirt" I ordered, and quickly removed mine and the rest of my clothes, revealing my fully naked body. My pink nipples tightened as they touched the air, and possibly due to my intense excitement.

Ashley removed her shirt and bra, but hesitated before removing her underwear. Confused, and in a drunken stupor, she looked around. "What's this?" she asked, grabbing a bottle labeled "alkyl nitrite" I had placed in the hopes things got rowdy. "Open it and smell it", I said, with a smile running from ear to ear. Ashley giggled, opened the bottle, and inhaled. "Oh wow, I love that feeling!"

I couldn't have been happier; those were poppers, and are usually used by gay men for sex. It relaxes the muscles, and allows for rougher sex. The moment she had started twisting that bottle, I knew I was going to try fisting her before the end of the night. "Aren't they great? They're poppers, they put a smile on your face and make sex better!"

For a brief moment, Ashley's face became more serious as she realized what was happening, but then she reverted to a state of euphoria and laid back, relaxing her legs. I pulled off her panties, and moved in to lick.

She had a sweet taste, and a beautiful, light pink pussy. The outer lips had the tender softness nad color your only find on the most inexperienced of girls. I peeled them back, inserting a finger while my tongue continued exploring her clit.

"ooooh, that feels really goooood", Ashley cooed. I smiled, inserting a second finger. I knew how poppers worked, and her tight hole was loosening up. Soon I had inserted three, and then four fingers, pressing my knuckles against her loosening hole.

"How many fingers are in me?" Ashley asked, still laying on her back, enjoying herself. "Just three", I lied, going back to licking her clit. Ashley was in ecstasy, and I knew my opportunity was fast approaching.

I moved my head up her body, kissing her stomach lightly as I approached her breasts. "That feels so gooood" Ashley whimpered, as I placed her nipples inside my mouth. I tenderly bit her nipple and flicked it with my tongue, drawing happy girl noises from her.

As this went on I popped my knuckles into her, and Ashley released a quick gasp. "I.. Is that four? I'm.. not sure..." fearful of what she might say, I placed my thumb inside my four fingers and pushed hard, forcing my way in. Ashley gasped again, falling back, and tightening around my hand. "Are you fisting me??" She asked, with a new gained sense of clarity. "You're going to love it, we'll be doing this every night" I promised, smiling ear to ear.

This was the moment I had been waiting for. I was going to ruin Ashley for future men. She didn't know it yet, but fisting was about to become a regular occurrence, and soon it would be paired with large toys and vibrators. No dick would be enough, by the time I was done with her, her hole would have a loose, darker complexion to it and men would turn their nose up at her.

I felt around inside her, her hole almost crushing my hand. Feeling her cervix with my fingers, I began to caress it. Ashley slowly reverted back to her drunken stupor, and began to coo as I played with her cervix. I went back to licking her clit, and could sense she was warming up again.

As the horny girl noises became louder and she forgot about my transgressions, I decided to take it up a notch. Bringing my thumb and middle finger together, I proceeded to make a snapping motion with them. A gasp erupted from Ashley, and she gently whispered ".. again.. please... ". So I did, each time eliciting a new noise, until finally I felt her pussy clamping down on my wrist.

"I'm cumming!" She exclaimed loudly, lifting her pelvis with my hand still inside. She must have cum for 10 seconds, after which I slowly pulled out my hand, revealing a small gape, no doubt caused by the poppers she had inhaled earlier. Amazed, I slid my hand in and out a few more times, finding the task much easier than at the beginning of the night. Ashley lay on the bed, nearly passed out.

I released my hand one final time, admiring my work. My hand was now covered in juices, some of which I began to lick off. Her hole was a mess, although it wouldn't last like this. I knew she could recover from this. If I wanted to fuck over men hard, I had to keep her like this forever. She had to become a slut for women, and unable to be satisfied by other men.

I cuddled up with Ashley. I didn't get any action, but that was ok. This night wasn't about me, it was about converting her, and I've won.

Besides, I didn't want her trying to fisting me. She wasn't allowed to; my pussy was going to stay tight.