alexis.txt

Beauty is an aphrodisiac. A warm, humid breath whispered 
from lungs pumped with hot blood. To feel it against the 
skin, is to know a wisdom in passion. What is there to know 
beyond knowing passion? In a  whisper of breath, know the 
nature of beauty: it is the joy of pleasure, of souls feeling a 
heat to the skin. 
        In such a way, Alexis understood passion: that it is a 
physical energy for spiritual consumption. "I've felt my body 
sing while making love," she was saying, "but too often that 
song drowns that of the soul."
        "It 's easy to bring bodies to orgasm," said Ilene. 
"Perhaps the song you want to hear is in the lingering notes 
of a body seeking release, in its yearning. What if the body 
craved release so badly that it looked to the soul as a lover?"
        There was no answer to Ilene's question: the 
experience was the answer.
        "I would die to feel like that," Alexis said. The 
thought was abstract, but it stroked her body's length like a 
silken dress falling from her shoulders.
        "You've already begun," Ilene replied in a smooth 
voice. "Needing is receiving. Let need be the giver. Would 
you like me to guide you to the feeling?"
        Alexis' paused. What did the question mean? Did 
Ilene intend to make love to her? "I don't know," she said 
flatly.
        Ilene smiled at her. "Don't worry. I'm not going to 
touch you. This isn't about my passion at all. But I can guide 
you to your passion. Beyond that: I can show you how to 
make your soul cum." She looked directly into Alexis' eyes. 
"You feel it in your thighs now don't you?"
        "Yes, a little," Alexis said uncomfortably.
        "Why so inhibited by the simple need of your body's 
pleasure? In fact, why not dwell in it and feel it as a pleasure 
in itself? It is a nice feeling, isn't it?"
        "Very nice. But with you watching me so closely... I 
don't know. It all is very strange."
        "I'm your guide. I must watch to take you where the 
feelings are centered. Let's break the inhibitions. Free your 
mind of stupid shames. Tell me about the feelings as they 
come to you. Be open and honest. with me. If I know where 
you are, I can help you take the next step. Will you do this 
thing?"
        "I'll try. I just can't help feeling embarrassed by it."
        Ilene leaned closer to Alexis. Her voice was barley a 
whisper, "It would feel oh so very good to be touched right 
now, wouldn't it?"
        Alexis closed her eyes. "Yes," she said. "It's been a 
while since I've made love."
        "Has it been a while since you've touched yourself?"
        At this question, Alexis blushed. Again she closed 
her eyes to find a privacy denied in Ilene's soft gaze. She 
didn't want to answer. Almost every night, she felt her body 
demand the caressing touches, tracing her fingers down her 
stomach to her loins. Her fingers flicking her clitoris erect; 
finding the rhythm and pressure that made her senses dance; 
making herself cum deliberately slowly. Ah, deliberately 
slowly, allowing the sensuality bath her, flooding her with a 
liquid, oily heat that surged in orgasm. "No," she said softly.
        "Open your eyes and watch me," said Ilene.
        Alexis obeyed the request. Ilene stood before her 
and unbuttoned the first three buttons of her blouse. "Watch 
me," she whispered to Alexis. "Did you touch yourself like 
this?" Her hand slid into the opened blouse. Through the 
white cotton, Alexis could see Ilene's hand move over her 
bare breast, her fingers tracing small circles around her 
nipple, caressing the smooth skin with luxurious strokes... 
She watched Ilene remove her hand, the erect nipple poking a 
small peak in the cotton of her blouse. "Was it like that, 
Alexis?"
        "Yes," she breathed.
        "Did the touching make you cum?" Ilene said. There 
was more in her voice now. A melting quality.
        "I masturbate, Ilene," she said. "I told you, it's been 
a long time since I've made love." She tried to hide her 
embarrassment in snapping the words out. Nonetheless, she 
felt the warmth in her grow. Ilene was exciting her, eroding 
the wall she had built for her intimacy, cutting through the 
feelings that covered sensual feelings. Her voice lowered and 
softened, "and yes, it made me cum."
        Ilene sat next to Alexis on the couch. "Now watch 
me," she said. "I'm going to show you a lovely thing. I want 
you to look at my face for a few minutes. Watch my lips and 
eyes as they change. I'm going to give you a vision."
        Alexis watched Ilene, watched as her eyes closed, as 
she seemingly retreated to another reality. Almost 
immediately, her breathing came in hushed sighs edged in 
urgency, became deeper and somehow more luxurious. Her 
lips opened slightly to allow her tongue the passage to lick, 
to keep them moist in the flow of air entering and exiting her 
lungs. In a barely audible voice, Ilene whispered. It was a 
low, lilting sound that filled Alexis' mind as the smallest 
wisps of air fills a moan. "Alexis, can you see what is 
happening?"
        "Yes, but I don't understand..."
        "Don't understand it; feel it. Ummm, delicious. Feel 
it as I feel it, a bath of sensuality. What is it you see?" Ilene 
parted her legs until she felt Alexis' thigh against hers.
        Alexis paused between words, "I ... see ... you ... 
becoming ... aroused ..." She shook her head as if to shake off 
a dream. "I think I should be going."
        "Please don't leave," Ilene said softly, almost as an 
aside. She rubbed her palms along her thighs slowly, then 
stopped abruptly. "Do you know how sweetly I feel the 
longing for a touch right now? How difficult it becomes not 
to touch myself?" She sat silently for a moment, swallowed 
deeply, then continued. "There," she whispered smiling, "I've 
centered in the pleasure of it. Um, watch me make love to it, 
Alexis. Be with me for this, please."
        Alexis silently nodded as she watched her friend's 
face slip deeper into an unknown pleasure.
        Small drops of perspiration beaded on Ilene's face. 
"I want you to know how I feel, Alexis. It is truly wonderful. 
Oh god, to feel a cock's round head part my lips... Ah, that is 
the longing... wet and empty, my clitoris stiffens and stiffens 
as if to fill the emptiness... my stomach melts, the heat rising 
from my thighs in slight waves of pleasure... waves washing 
my breasts and nipples like the tantalizing licks of oh so 
many tongues... waves washing me closer... wave on wave 
becoming a caressing flood... a myriad of insistent fingers 
tracing sensual paths across my skin... like a lover whose 
desire is to see me burn... see me burn until my need 
consumes me... until the my lover speaks... and the words 
touch me... and their touch... is more than I can bare..." She 
paused, consuming the sensations, her hips rocking back and 
forth so slightly as to hardly be noticed. "... yes, it will be a 
voice, Alexis... a voice that will plunge deep inside of me... 
filling me like a cock gorged with blood and its own need... 
cumming in me... Ah, Alexis, can you see how close I 
am...?"
        "Yes,"  Alexis said, strangely aware of the humid 
warmth in her own voice. The rhythm of her heart beating 
faster, her breath coming deeper. She knew Ilene had brought 
herself to the very edge of orgasm. She understood that her 
presence was not necessary. The walk along that maddening 
precipice was the pleasure Ilene sought. She had reached into 
herself and become a sensual moment frozen at the peek of 
passion. The promise of gratification sucked alive the 
delicate tissues between her thighs. They tormented her with 
a thousand tiny explosions of shear pleasure, each a delight 
beyond imagination, but not complete enough to bring the 
filling gratification complete release demanded. Sitting 
beside Alexis, Ilene was an island of complete pleasures; 
pleasures that sang to Alexis like sirens, sending loving and 
passionate kisses to her ears. In Alexis, the longing to walk 
with Ilene, along her beach, became the most exquisite 
desire. "I want to watch you cum, Ilene. You truly are a 
vision. What you are feeling lights your face like a soft, dim 
candle. I can almost feel the gentle pressure of your lips 
against your tongue, taste the sweetness as if it were mine..."
        Alexis blinked. It was a cry for reality. She could 
not reconcile the words coming from her mouth nor the 
voyeuristic intrigue with the woman she knew herself to be. 
Nonetheless, the sensual music of the sirens, of Ilene's breasts 
heaving with breath, the lithe dance of her smooth skin 
moving beneath her clothing, moving with her muscles 
growing taunt to quivering, stroked continually her most 
intimate and hidden desires, licked between her thighs and 
along their length, to exude her heated lubrication with 
involuntary contractions. Indeed, cupped her breasts with an 
exacting pressure, a gentle pressure, kneading her nipples 
taunt and hard. With her slightest move, the fabric of her 
blouse grazed across these sensitive peaks as maddeningly as 
the expert brush of a feather. Seduced, she abandoned all but 
pleasure. She became immersed in her longing.
        Ilene shuddered and stiffened slightly, her lips 
parting. The moan she uttered rested upon Alexis like the 
weight of a phantom lover pressing close. Ilene shuddered 
again, this time it was more obvious than the last. Her mouth 
was drawn more tightly, opened a bit wider, her voice more 
urgent. In a moment she unclenched. She bit her bottom lip 
and became still like a sensual sculpture of polished stone 
whose soul reason for creation was to beg an appreciating 
touch. Soon Alexis could see her thighs quiver, her stomach 
roll from a firm, flat plain to a softer and slightly rounded 
arc, her breasts swelling with the pound of her blood, her 
lungs filling beyond capacity and exploding in a rush of air 
time and time again. "I'm still cumming," she whispered, 
"still cumming, building in me... God, Alexis, watch it take 
me!" Her body knotted in spasms,  her senses exploding in a 
soundless cry. Arching from the couch, every muscle 
squeezed the moment for an eternity of pleasure. "N... Now," 
she cried, throwing her head back. Her body clenched, she 
came again. For several seconds, she remained locked in a 
dimension were only orgasm existed. Her clothing, drenched 
with sweat, clung to her like a second skin as sensual 
delirium subsided to pleasure, and pleasure simply became 
satisfaction.
        Alexis now understood the edge: understood how 
her voice coaxed Ilene to cross it. Her own longing had 
passed that of those nights alone when she would lie nude in 
bed caressing herself. Then she felt her hands make a slow 
but sure journey to the warmth between her thighs, felt her 
fingers play along her opening lips until their velvet 
smoothness became silken with her wetness. It was without a 
touch that her body had become the living presence of need -
- more than that, become a woman totally seduced by that 
need. Without a thought driving her actions, but a deep 
primal craving, her hands sought the softness of her breasts. 
The touch was electric with pleasure. She couldn't help but 
moan at the moment of contact. There was a hunger in the 
feel of her fingers as they closed on her mounds. She was 
transported and alone. Her right hand unbuttoned her blouse. 
The cooler air touched her skin like a sensual liquid; her 
breasts blazed with the sensations, her nipples drawn to a 
hardness she had never felt before. Her hand continued 
lower. It unbuttoned her jeans and slowly pulled the zipper 
down. The need to touch herself had become an instinct. 
Soon, so soon, she would feel the flick of a finger against her 
clitoris, move it between her thumb and finger like an oily 
marble. Yes, soon she would insert a finger into herself, feel 
the slick walls close about it and feel the slow withdrawal as 
her body shivered, shivered as another finger inched inside 
her. Oh soon, there would be satisfaction, satisfaction and 
release. Oh God, the desire to cum poured through her like 
lava.
        As the palm of her right hand grazed across her 
stomach she bit her bottom lip. The sensations were blinding 
and deliriously beautiful. Her fingers played along the elastic 
edge of her panties, the euphoria of expectation coursing 
between her thighs.
        Only Ilene's voice could find its way into this 
ecstasy and be heard, "How much do you want to cum, 
Alexis?"
        Alexis spoke from the depth of her passion, 
inhibitions no longer had any place in her mind, "It would 
take so very little... if I touch my cunt, even the slightest, I 
will explode..."
        "Put your hands by your side, Alexis. Don't let this 
moment be robbed from you, Ilene said in a pleading voice. 
"I know that I could hold you in my arms even though it isn't 
a woman you want. I know you want me to hold you, don't 
you?"
        "Yes, I want you to kiss me. Just that, a kiss from 
you, wold be enough," Alexis very nearly sobbed as she 
place her hands at her side. She was consumed with an 
aching need more intense than any she had endured before. "I 
will do anything to cum," she said. A tear formed in her 
pleading eyes.
        "I see a cock, long and thick, throbbing for your 
kiss. It's smooth head tipped with a drop of pre-ejaculent 
shines like a star. Take the cock into yourself. Feel it slide 
into your cunt, spreading the lips with frictionless ease. Take 
it very slowly, Alexis... Very slowly let it fill you. Can you 
feel its size? Tell me how it enters you."
        Alexis drew her words in pants of breath, "My... 
God..., I feel it...! Yes, I can squeeze it... Oh, Ilene, it's 
pushing deeper.... Oh, dear Ilene, make... me..." Alexis' head 
tossed side to side, her eyes closed tight.
        "...And it is ecstasy as it withdraws," Ilene soothed. 
"Ecstasy, Alexis. There, you are now, my sweet Alexis, I see 
your body twitch with every second. Ache for me, Alexis... I 
have the knowledge you want. Will you kiss me for it? Will 
you touch me for it?"
        "Anything..." Alexis panted, her body arching to 
receive, her muscles squeezing to implore release.
        "Put your hand in my lap, Alexis," Ilene said softly. 
"Put your hand in my lap and feel me move against it."
        Alexis placed her hand in Ilene's lap. Ilene's voice 
seduced her further: "Undo my jeans, darling." Alexis' fingers 
trembled with the button and zipper, but soon Ilene's request 
was met. Again, Ilene's voice trailed over Alexis like warm 
kisses. "Do you know what I want you do now?" she asked
        Alexis could barely find the ability to speak, "... 
touch you... " she said, her tongue licking her lips.
        "Make me cum with you, Alexis. Put your finger in 
me. Feel how smooth and wet I am to the touch, how you 
excite me. Touch my clitoris, Alexis. Is it like those nights 
alone? Ah, your gentle fingers, show me how you cum, 
Alexis. Feel my cunt as if it is your own, my body as if it is 
your own. Ah, how you long to masturbate. How close it 
must be for you."
        Alexis' fingers trembled as they smoothed along the 
folds of the lips between Ilene's thighs. Their creamy, smooth 
warmth, still alive from numerous, intense orgasms, pushed 
against Alexis' touch and moved in a slow deliberate circle. 
"Show me how you masturbate, Alexis," Ilene coaxed. 
Alexis' fingers found the rhythm of Ilene's rotating hips. Her 
middle finger massaged Ilene's clitoris with frantic flicks and 
strokes. 
        "Please, Ilene... I must cum... please..."
        "Then cum. Open yourself completely. It's so 
close... so close. Cum for me. Let me watch you cum."
        Alexis felt her stomach knot. It rolled like a golden 
wheat field in a summer wind. Melting her muscles. Then 
clenching them. Like birds released long her legs, the dance 
of wings the frantic flutter of surging pleasure, soared 
through her spread thighs, entering her in a single thrust, 
licking alive the convulsing velvet walls with too many 
sensations for the mind to understand. This wasn't a time for 
the mind. It broke upon the body in such a torrent of 
unspeakable pleasure that Alexis could only sob and laugh 
and pray it continued. She stiffened as the rush became a 
nova, filling her completely, bursting within her, bursting 
like a magnificent cock pumping her full, white cream 
erupting and flooding within her, pumping her full, filling her 
sensibilities as it sated her loins. And her cumming flowed 
from her, from her cunt in heated liquid, from her mouth 
scarcely able to form the word "Ilene". As it had burst upon 
her, it subsided: slowly, an inch at a time. Her mind swam in 
an abstractly beautiful trance. She fought to find her breath 
again. Once again she was entered, this time the thrust filling 
her entire being. The pulsing majesty drove into her, and into 
her. The driving continued in an all filling thrust as if it were 
the final push of an endless and climaxing cock. As she arch 
from the coach, she felt her anus entered with a well 
lubricated rush. Cock against cock, the frictionless driving 
continued and continued. Her mouth dropped open to cry, but 
it filled with the taste of flesh and salt, the cream-white of a 
delicious jism bathing her tongue and throat. Alexis' body 
glistened with sweat as she convulsed, all of her seeking to 
milk the cumming of her soul. All of her delivered to the 
pleasure. Clenched, her body writhed with its filling, the lithe 
lines of her form rippling in delicious spasms. The inward 
plunging never ending, knotting and reknotting Alexis in ever 
more intense orgasm, left her weeping and sobbing in joy, in 
pleasure bathed joy; each end marking a new beginning until 
the very essence of beauty, pleasure and passion fused as one 
in an explosion of unspeakable genesis.
        When Alexis finally sank back into the couch and 
regained the ability to think and talk, she chose rather to 
luxuriate silently in the glow of complete satisfaction.
        "Are you alright?" asked Ilene.
        "Oh, yes, yes, yes," Alexis sang.
        "Ummm, darling...," Ilene whispered into Alexis' 
ear. "might I find in you a kiss for me?" She contracted her 
muscles, squeezing Alexis' finger oh so gently.

