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Subject: {ASSM} The Conquest (M/F, solo, intrigue)
Date: Sat, 10 Mar 2001 07:10:02 -0500
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This is an adult story, and therefore intended for people over
the age of 18.  If this material is illegal in your area, it's your
responsibility to stop reading now.  Otherwise...enjoy it fully! :)

THE CONQUEST
Written by and brought to you by Mystery Girl
www.erinworld.org
(This was the first erotic story I ever wrote, and another little
factoid is I was a virgin when I wrote it. You wouldn't think
so, eh? :)

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 into 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 away 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.

E.M. 1997.
www.erinworld.org / mystery@sentex.net
This story may not be distributed to commercial sites.

<Editor's note:  This is a fantasy and hence, I have not bothered
to include descriptions of using condoms/birth control, but in
this day and age I don't think any of us need reminding :) >

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