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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.