THE CONQUEST Categories: Mf, oral, cons, anal, f-solo Written by Mystery Girl. 1997. PART I - THE CONQUEST OF THE SELF Ever since as far back as anyone could remember, Alexis had been a very private and introverted person. She was so kind and attractive, but beyond the surface, nobody knew anything about her. Yet who would have wondered? It's not often that one is the polar opposite of who they appear to be. Her personality and lifestyle seemed so unremarkable that not even her family ever wondered what was going on behind those greenish-hazel eyes of hers. Maybe they should have. She had a tidy little room in the basement of her parent's house. Well, fairly tidy. Her computer in the corner was immaculate, one of those new black power machines that almost appeared to burst out of the redundantly aerodynamic, vented casing. There was a lot of paper stacked all over the place; printouts, mostly, of email and pages upon pages of text that nobody ever bothered to look at. One of the first impressions you'd get from her room is that it was organized disarray - almost like what you'd see around the main photocopy room in a big business. But Alexis knew intuitively where everything was. Alexis sat on her comfy bed, the blankets drawn up around her thick sweater as she sat cross-legged and cocooned against the cold of the basement walls. The ergonomic black phone receiver rested on her shoulder as she mumbled on the phone with one of her classmates. She hated math, and had to get extra help from friends in order to pass. But she enjoyed talking to her friends after school, despite the fact that they always seemed shallow and inane to her. What can one expect from other 16 year olds, right? A short while later she hung up the phone and finished with her homework for the night. Peace - at last. She reached high above her head in a stress- bleeding stretch, and closed her eyes as she let herself fall back on the bed. Her strikingly iridescent-looking long auburn hair spread out around her head on the pillow like a cascading alluvial fan. She lay there relaxing for a while, her face in pale repose like that of a person who had just died in their sleep. She appeared so serene, with only the occasional twitch crossing the smooth youngness of her face. Alexis was not as innocent as she appeared. Deep in the darkest recesses of her mind, some incredibly carnal and lascivious images danced and groped their way into her conscious thoughts. As she wrapped her mind around the fantasies at hand, she quietly undid her jean zipper and slipped her right index finger around the area between her legs. The faintest grin crossed her petulant lips, and you could tell her mind was active as her eyes moved beneath the shadowy lids - ever so slightly. Her fingers traced the outside of her vaginal lips so tenderly, feeling the dry softness and making a mental note of comparing that feeling to the changes her crotch would soon be experiencing. It would take a little while for her to physically respond and awaken sexually, but when she did, it wouldn't take long for the deliciously slick and warm wetness to begin to occupy that little slit between her legs. She always loved to let her mind wander for unknown dozens of minutes, as she caressed the thin skin over her clit, letting the sensations build up slowly yet confidently. Then some time after she started playing, she would once again dip her pointy finger into the mouth, and would usually be greeted with that delectable, hotly-swollen wetness that put a smug grin on her face as she laid there dipping her finger into her well of womanhood. The slick, inviting readiness of her crotch would spur her on to more intense and climactic images, as her breath would begin to come faster out of her heated body. Not once would she ever feel any pang of guilt for taking of her own body, not once did she ever hesitate to explore the amazing responsive patterns of her sexual self. She couldn't quite remember when she had accidentally discovered the tingling rewards of caressing her body, but she had been young enough. Now it was her relaxing nightly ritual, the surefire way to send her off to sweet dreams. It was her little secret, but she knew that she was far from the only one with this secret. Alexis took a deep, ragged breath - for her body was telling her she was getting close to climaxing. She was nearly at what she called 'the point of no return' and she rubbed her hot clit faster and faster. She could feel pinpoint spots of sweat forming on her temples, and her face appeared somewhat more flushed as she lay there. Her breathing, though fairly quiet, was fast and shallow, and most of all she began to hear the thudding quickness of her heartbeat racing in her ears. The blood pressure pounded in her neck as she began to tense her muscles all over her body, frenetically moving her one finger and teasing her sex up higher and higher, to the balancing point. The tingling, intensely pleasurable sensations suddenly shot up in intensity, as she took a louder, quick inhalation. For half a second her body was stiff as a rod, and then she breathed almost in silenced moaning sobs for a few seconds, internalizing the blossoming passion that now flowed throughout her body in a nice, hot cum. She took a slow, deep breath and let herself melt into the bed. Oh how she loved the afterglow, that intoxicating mellowness that rewarded her sweaty efforts. Alexis rolled over in her bed and pushed the thick blue comforter off her. It was too hot under there now! She quickly zipped up her blue jeans and curled over in the fetal position, feeling dozey. Her right hand slid up to her mouth, and she lightly licked her delicious clear wetness off her fingers, smiling to herself, and then lay there resting for half an hour in the darkness, in total bliss. What a naughty little daughter. But how in touch with herself. PART II - THE CONQUEST OF THE OTHER A little while later she finally dragged her cute little ass out of bed, her tangled locks sticking out at odd angles from her head. She looked like a brunette version of Tank Girl, until she ran her brush through her tresses and restored herself to a presentable state. She went upstairs and was greeted by the annoying brightness of the kitchen as she opened the basement door. Her dad looked up from the dining room and smiled at her, asking her banaly about her day. She gave the usual smiley synopsis, "Nothing dad. How was yours?" She walked over and gave him a hug. Alexis went to the freezer and when she opened it, a shelf of mist spilled out of the box and cascaded translucently down the V neck of her sweater. She gave a little half-smile as her nipples instantly reacted to the cold fingers of air sliding down her shirt. After fetching a bowl of ice cream, she went and watched some television for a while with her mother in the living room. The web Alexis wove was perfect - she spent enough time with family to not arouse any suspicion, and the fact that she lived in the basement allowed her to stay awake to ungodly hours after her parents went to bed. She had been doing this for so long that the slight darkness under her eyes was never noticed. It was now a part of her package (and a very attractive one at that). Time seemed to drag tonight for her, but finally one by one the members of her family trundled up the stairs to their bedrooms. Cleverly, Alexis always timed it so she was not the last person to go to bed, so her deception was even more convincing. She was excited tonight and rejoiced when she had the quiet house to herself, and she could start to do what she did best. When the last of the footsteps faded away upstairs, she clicked on her computer and her face radiated in the bluish washing glow of her screen. She had the speakers turned off and the only sound was a whispery whir from the CPU's cooling fan. For the first time in the day, she became intent and completely focused, her eyes barely blinking as her fingers moved expertly over the keyboard and mouse. There were a few clicks of her modem, and before long she was at the allotted channel on Internet Relay Chat, at the allotted time - 11:45pm. He was there. They had been corresponding for about a month, and the plan they had conjured up was flawless. Though he was two cities away in life, tonight he was across town at their meeting place, his laptop communicating with her system from a motel's phone line. Her anticipation and excitement with what was going to transpire tonight made her type quickly, almost in jilted lines. She didn't waste precious time. Departing with a final Smiley from the IRC channel, she turned off her computer and threw on her leather coat, and her black Docs. Her natural beauty needed only to be enhanced with a little eyeshadow and a swipe of glossy burgundy lipstick on her full, cherubic lips. Then, with the ease conceived of familiarity, she opened her basement window and crawled out, leaving it open an inch behind her, as she had done since she was fourteen. The walk across town in the darkness was uninterrupted, crisp, and refreshing. Nothing infused her soul with more electricity than the embracing night, and the ceiling of stars and bone-white moon above her. People always looked beautiful and ceramic-like in the moonlight, as if the ethereal glow washed away any traces of imperfection on a person's face - the dark made one more attractive. Traffic was slow and sparse downtown at such a late hour. The lights passed in her peripheral vision like streamers of red, white and orange. She smirked to herself at the thought of what was to come, and her pace quickened. It had been over three months since she had done something like this. At last she arrived. The red neon sign of the Red Carpet Inn glinted off the reflecting folds of her jacket, and reflected in red spheres off her glowing eyes. Alexis quietly jogged up the stairs to the second story row of motel rooms. She knew from prior experiences which room was number Thirteen, and she stepped up to it. Her pale hand raised to knock, and she paused for a moment an inch away from the door. Then she cautiously rested her ear against the door, listening intently. There was no sound. He had brought nobody else with him, as she had asked. She glanced at the window and saw no flickering TV light coming from the apartment. Her hands slid down until her nails ticked as they found the doorknob, and she tried to turn it. It opened with a little pop. After a pause, she let it drift open and the black maw of darkness greeted her. "Hello?" she said quietly, yet loud enough to be heard even in the bathroom. There was no answer, just the sounds of an empty street reaching from behind her. Nobody seemed to be home. Alexis knew better than that. Tentatively she walked into the room, and as her eyes adjusted she still couldn't see anything but vague bluish edges of shapes. A bed, perhaps, a dresser, maybe. The drapes were closed and filtered out the streetlight very effectively. Her insides perked with curiosity and anticipation. This was going to be interesting. Just then, the blanket of silence was pierced with a joltingly sudden, yet reassuringly soft voice, "Hello Alexis. Come in, make yourself comfortable." She closed the door behind her and the blackness became complete. His soft voice had come from the region where she believed the bed to be. She took short, quiet steps in the direction from whence his call had come, until her knee touched a soft blanket - the bed. She reached out and her hand came into contact with the unmistakable, warm sensation of skin. It was his thigh. She found the entire scenario intensely interesting, and what made it so was the fact that she could see nothing, all she could do was feel, and hear, and imagine - and wait for what was coming next. At the moment all she could hear was the rush of the blood in her arteries, and the heat of another body to her right. She slithered out of her jacket and tossed it somewhere into the black void. She was extremely curious as to how naked this guy really was. He had told her he had a few surprises up his sleeve, but had said no more. She could tell already it would be a good night, and slid beside him on the bed. She lightly stroked his thigh in longer and longer strokes, trying to find the edge of some clothing, but finding none. He sat quiet, letting her explore his body on her own, enjoying the forwardness of this unique exchange beginning to happen. The moments became longer and more intimate as she let her fingertips skim across his body, feeling its curves and crevices...yet avoiding the one place that would soon become the center of their witching hour union. She whispered into the waiting air, "I like the feel of your body...you feel so nice. I've been looking forward to this meeting for weeks." At the sound of her confident and wicked voice, he responded by taking his hand and putting it lightly on her back. The touch was electric, both from her anticipation and from the lack of visual input. It was her millions of goosebumps which spoke to her mind now, as he moved his hand in slow, warm circles. The anticipation was really starting to get to her, the maddening blindfold of darkness, and she became inpatient with this game. When his hand finally made it under her shirt to the bottom of her soft, curved breasts, she turned and leaned until her soft lips lightly contacted the side of his neck. He was stiff for a moment, and then completely relaxed and inviting. While he continued to feel and experience the shapes of her body, she slid off the bed to a stooping position, now facing him in the black room. For a minute there was nothing but the sounds of her removing her clothes, and the soft plunk as they formed a pile on the carpet. She wondered if he was imagining the vision of her body, slowly revealing itself in front of his face, yet completely invisible at the moment. Turning to him again, she placed her hands on his hips and traced her firm, wet tongue all the way down the front of his chest, across his now-hard nipples, tweaking them, feeling the nuances in the body temperature as she traveled down, lower and lower. It was not the goal she sought, but rather the infinitely glorious process. She knelt in front of him and her long hair flowed across her shoulders. He stroked it, and stroked her neck, moving up to her face to memorize every shape of her fine features with his fingertips alone. The feelings that ran through her body were dazzling spears of sensual enjoyment, and she smiled as he traced the heart-like curves of her plump lips. As he did that, she suddenly opened her mouth and grasped his finger between her teeth - firmly yet sensuously. Still firmly clasping her hands on his bare hips, she rocked her head back and forth and took her fingers in and out of her wet, pursed mouth in the perfect imitation of something they both were fantasizing about. She perked up as she heard him mutter some sound of enjoyment from deep beneath his breath. Nothing impacted her more greatly than hearing and experiencing the effects she was having on her lover. Nothing turned her on more in every way than knowing how much pleasure she alone would be creating in another person. To her, it was amazing, and to her body, it was electric. As she distracted him with her oral teasing, her right hand was slowly making its way diagonally down his groin, reaching the shocking fuzz of his pubic hair, slithering her nails through the bristly little bush which hid her goal at its center. In one quick move, she grasped his rod firmly (it was naturally erect and had been for some time), and he gasped, as she sucked hard on his fingers at the same time. Her little diversion had worked, and he let out a low complimentary groan of satisfaction. Her hand explored up and down its soft-skinned length. His penis was hard and long, its three longitudinal cylinders completely engorged with blood, every nerve ready to explode with her touch. Alexis loved to gently caress and stroke, feeling how the textures changed from wiry pubic hair at the bottom, to the soft cylinder of the main body of his penis, to the sudden ridge of the nipple-like-skin of his sensitive, warm head. She gently squeezed it, and squeezed her own legs together, for she suddenly realized she was becoming very wet. She held his organ firmly, rubbed her thumb over the opening of his penis, and felt a slight slick wetness, and she smiled to herself. She lightly bit her lip, finding it hard to hold back and take her time at this point. Alexis knew she was in for one wild night. Her many lovers had never disappointed her, each had been so unique, and she certainly tried to achieve the same reputation in the art of sexual indulgence. His hands gently yet firmly clasped her head, and directed her forward. She willingly obliged and licked her lips until they were nice and wet, closing her eyes, getting ready to take it all in. And that she did - in one long sliding motion, she took his entire rod deep into her throat, and his body stiffened in reaction to the sudden, intense feelings it generated. Interestingly enough, it made her squirm slightly, for she was imagining it entering someplace else as well. She dug her fingers in to his hips, as if steadying herself. Alexis continued for a while, varying the pace of her rhythm, tickling all around the ridge with the tip of her tongue, tickling his frenulum with her spherical tongue piercing. Nothing equaled the cool yet sharp sensations created by rubbing her stainless steel piercing all over his penis. She had yet to find any guy who did not adore her adornment. One of her hands traveled down and began to lightly pinch the wrinkly denseness of his scrotum, in rhythm with her sucking. After a while he began to get even harder and longer, and she knew that it would not be long before the shuddering blossoms of ecstasy would take flight within his loins. With a wet slurp, she let his penis slip out of her mouth, and she slid her hot body all the way up until her lips were level with his, and his rod left a kiss of wetness in a line down the middle of her body. "Alexis, you're amazing..." he murmured, as he leaned into her face and they briefly kissed. He was certainly a good kisser, and she ground her hips into him as they did that. The cool sphere of her tongue piercing danced inside his mouth, tickling his gums, hiding like a mercury pearl between their two tongues. He responded by sliding his fingers slowly down the mound of her crotch, until they waded in the wet entrance. She held him tightly as he slowly eased two of his fingers into her hot folds, as deep as they could go. The slow penetration made her take a quick breath, and she felt as though someone had poured gasoline all over her labia and then set it all afire. She tightened, but could not resist his probing fingers of delight. She loved it, perhaps due in part to the fact that she was so used to this feeling, alone, yet now being generated by the nubile fingers of another. Alexis imagined what they must look like in this room, two bodies enmeshed in a tangle of round, fluid lines, and streaks of wetness. Moving slowly, in and out, in circles, as if trying to mesh into one being, in slow motion. It was a wonderfully erotic thought, and she smiled to herself as she climbed up higher on him, pushing him back on the bed until she straddled his hips, his penis jutting out directly against her clit. She would wait no longer! Leaning forward until her firm little breasts brushed his lips, she kissed him on the forehead, and lowered her wet, waiting vagina onto his lusting penis. He raised his hands to her smooth round rear, and lifted his hips to meet her halfway as he slid into her tight, exceedingly hot passage. It was a sensation that sent jolts of pleasure through them both, even getting a gritting moan out of Alexis. For her, one of her great turn-ons was the spreading feeling and subsequent pressure of penetration. They grasped each other tightly as they developed a nice rhythm of penetrations. The blackness of the room was pierced with fast, heavy breathing from the both of them, and some wonderfully wet grinding sounds. She leaned over him, ravaging his lips with hers, as her disheveled hair fell into a wispy tent around his face. He ground into her quickly and forcefully, and they both fucked with all the enthusiasm their bodies could handle. The seduction was over - they were both animals now. "I love mirrors." she whispered breathily into his ear as their bodies rocked together. He stopped for a moment and told her to close her eyes. She did so, and he leaned as far back as he could and turned on the bedside lamp. She heard a click, and the blackness of her vision became a dark grey beneath her eyelids. With a bit of awkward twisting, they managed to stay coupled together as they reversed positions on the bed. She figured she would be facing the dresser (and perhaps a mirror over it, opposite the bed?). He pulled her onto him as deeply as she could go, so deep that she could have sworn his glans rubbed against her sensitive cervix. She took a ragged breath in his ear, an erotic hiss escaping her dark lips. "You can open your eyes now," he whispered lowly. They were coupled together upright on the bed, him facing the headboard, her facing the mirror atop the dresser on the wall. After such a long period of visual impairment, the scene she saw was shocking in its sudden detail and brightness. Dark bedsheets, and the pink glowing expanse of his back and the dark hair atop his head. her hands were two pale spiders clutching his back, tipped in their shiny black nail polish. Beneath the ruffled tresses of her long, auburn hair, her shadowed eyes looked back at her dispassionately, erotically, from over his shoulder. There was a smug smile across her lips, resting on his shoulder. She still could not tell how old he was, but by the smoothness of his back, she figured he could not be over 30. She stared transfixed at her reflection as they began to move together again, gentle thrusting, getting harder and more urgent. Alexis barely blinked as she watched his body moving in the reflection, a faceless creature driving nails of pleasure up the length of her body. She wanted to reach out and caress the perfect surface of the reflection, almost desiring it to come over and join her. She whispered in his ear, between gasps, how much watching the reflection turned her on. He responded by pounding even harder, clutching her like a clamp, fucking her like an animal in heat. She forced him down on his back, yet still did not see his face clearly, for her hair hung everywhere like a wild amazon woman's. He was getting very close, she could tell. There was a nice little sheen of sweat lubricating their moving bodies, and he felt even bigger inside her. Sometimes when he thrust particularly deeply, she would feel a little shudder of pleasure ricochet through her body, right down to her toes. She couldn't take much more of this! With a quick hooking drag, she raked her sharp nails down his back and he cried out. she watched the red welts seem to appear instantaneously all down his back. He was into playing rough as well. With the peaked excitement caused by her scratching, he grabbed her ass and slid his still-juicy finger into her anus at the same time as he grabbed her lower jaw with his other hand and penetrated her there with his gagging cluster of fingers. Somehow she became intensely excited by his dominance, and as every orifice of her body held a part of him, she writhed like a mad woman atop his spike, driving her nails in hard, and within an incredible few frenetic seconds, they both cried out almost in unison as they felt their respective shuddering implosions of orgasm. For several long seconds they were shuddering in each other's arms, Alexis letting out a tight-throated moan past his fist, and she felt the deep pumping and flexing of his ejaculating penis deep within her. Her eyes rolled back under her eyelids, her pounding arteries felt like they would explode, and finally she stared at the scene in the mirror; the shaking mass of limbs at odd angles on the bed, jerking slower and slower, until all was calm, and the breaths subdued. They held each other as if holding onto life itself. She closed her eyes, halfheartedly kissing the side of his neck, as she slid off his bending rod. She felt full inside, and satisfied. He placed his hand on the curve of her waist, and they recovered in the afterglow of their tremendous union - physically exhausted, mentally mellow, and completely satisfied. He lay on his side for a very long time, barely moving, looking totally relaxed, like a dog lying in the sun. Like most females, Alexis looked at him in narrow eyed amusement, for she had the ability to go over and over again. But, tonight had been an excellent and rewarding singular experience. She felt no need to try and raise the dead with her sensual witchcraft. In these hazy postclimactic moments, Alexis enjoyed just laying alongside another, resting his tired head on her breast, like an unholy satire of the virgin Mary. What was any less blissful about her experiences? To acknowledge and act upon her inner feelings for another was to recognize the truth, and she always frowned upon the repression of the classic religions. Alexis certainly lived an alternative lifestyle, however, it was one where the emotional truth was not denied, warped, repressed, or shunned into a little black box of sin in the center of one's resentfully chaste heart. They both knew what they were doing, they both harmed no one, and at this phase in both of their lives, they sought out what they truly wanted or needed - a companion of the moment, gasoline poured on the urges of unabashed carnality. Some time later, she got up, gathered her clothes, and quietly slipped them back on. The dull yellow glow of the light illuminated her body gracefully as she put her sweater over her arms, and pulled it down over her perky breasts. She sat on the bed and laced up her Docs, then found her leather jacket and put it on. At the sound of her doing up the zipper, he awoke. "Leaving so soon?..." he murmured, half awake. "Yup, I have school tomorrow." she laughed, and he buried his face in the pillow, grinning. After a pause, she walked over to him. Poised there, she held out her hand and touched his cheek. "I had a wonderful time. Thank you." He took her hand and held it for a long moment, their warmth mingling. "No, thank you. It's so refreshing to find someone like you Alexis. I won't soon forget it." he murmured, letting his fingers roam up her thigh and under her skirt for a moment. She smiled, turned off the light, and slipped out like a breeze out the door, which clicked closed behind her. A soft nighttime rain was falling, and there was a misty ring around the moon. She walked alone down the dark, reflective streets, looking somber and downcast. She hated feeling like a wet dog in the rain, as the soft water dripped warmly down her hair and off the tip of her nose. Something else dripped down the inside of her leg, warm like the rain, but it soon disappeared into the rivulets of water on her ivory legs. Not a single car passed her as she purposefully made her way across the sleeping town, and climbed back into the window from whence she had arisen. Her bed greeted her like a rewarding embrace as she fell into it half-dressed. The morning came too early, the sun was a curse that peeked annoyingly through the basement window. She didn't get up until she heard her father's voice calling down to her from the kitchen. She sat up like a bolt, and changed into something fresh. She looked at her leather jacket, which still had a few beads of rain in the crevices. Alexis smiled coquettishly to herself. Upstairs as she made breakfast, her mind slowly began to clear and she pushed aways thoughts of last night and tried to concentrate on the upcoming mundane inanity of the school day. "Boy, you've got one bad case of bedhead today, Alex!" her dad laughed from behind his paper. She wondered how many people he had fucked in his life, how, when, where.... "Yes. I had a rough night, kinda restless." She turned away from him and put the milk back in the fridge, smiling at something only she knew about, in her little world. THE END. Brought to you by Mystery Girl. 1997. http://www.erinworld.com/ This story may NOT be distributed to commercial sites.