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From: none@nowhere.com (Alexei Gish)
Subject: {ASSM} Automatic (solo, F/F, FF/M)
Date: Sun, 24 Jun 2001 20:10:04 -0400
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#######WARNING!#######
This story is of an adult nature and
contains sexual content. No one 
under the age of 18 may view it. If
you are under 18 or are offended
by sex, please leave now!
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Automatic

Kylie arrived home in one of her moods. She was exhausted after school
all morning and afternoon and working at Trump's all evening to pay
the rent. Two in the morning, where did the day go? The noise from her
neighbors' apartment thumped through the wall, same as it always did.
Partying like mad, but it was after all, Saturday night. Loud voices,
bad rock music mixed with rap, she felt like she was in the same room
with them. Stupid fuckers, she thought to herself as she dropped her
purse on the floor. She looked around her tiny apartment and felt
completely swallowed by it, lonely, frustrated, tired and above all,
horny. She couldn't call Sabrina, and Garret wouldn't be up to visit
her until next Saturday. God, how she longed for Garret right now, she
wanted him to hold her so much, but he wasn't around. 
Kylie wondered what he would think about her new job stripping at
Trump's. She worried that he would be jealous or pissed, but it beat
the hell out of waiting tables and at least no one grabbed her ass or
tits while she was working. Still she worried. She still hadn't
decided whether or not she even liked the job. The money was good
though, she had cleared three hundred tonight and she always came home
worked up. Must be the exhibitionist in me, she had convinced herself.
She hoped that her new job would be food for fantasy for them, and the
thought of stripping in a club full of horny guys while her boyfriend
watched sent a warm tingle through her.
No better time than the present, she said to no one in particular as
she entered the bedroom. Kylie's little black mini dress, bra and
panties came off almost spontaneously with the thoughts floating
through her head. If you were to look upon Kylie's body, you would do
so with a mixture of lust, wonder and guilty pleasure. Even at twenty,
her body was reminiscent of a young teenaged girl, lean, long and
slightly bony, just beyond that awkward stage where a girl begins to
resemble a woman. Her auburn hair fell softly, just above her breast
teasing her large nipples. Kylie smiled at the sensation. She put a CD
into the stereo to drown out the noise crashing through the walls. She
grabbed the remote from the night stand and pushed the track number to
5, set the mode to repeat and cranked the volume.
Her head fell softly back into the pillow as she felt the thump, thump
of the first few notes rifle through her body. The bass made her body
vibrate, especially between her legs. She closed her eyes and let the
music roll over her flesh for a few moments. Her fingers slowly
started exploring her body. A single finger, delicately starting
behind her ear, and drifting down her neck, then across her chest and
down to her nipple, which she circled softly. Her mind was empty and
she seemed to be floating in the waves of the music. Each thump of
bass jutting through her from the inside, the winding of the guitar
scratching across her supple flesh. The music felt warm like an
impassioned lover kissing her body, straddling her with it's weight
and force. It was the voice of the singer which seemed to be the most
pleasant of the violations though, his whispered scream of, "I want to
fuck you like an animal" sent sharp currents of ecstacy swerving
through her.
Kylie's fingers reached down into her moist vagina and penetrated. She
let out a soft moan of gratification and surprise. Her imaginary lover
seemed to have a thousand hands and a thousand tongues with which to
pleasure her. The music knew just where to touch her and when,
instinctively knowing where every nerve ending was. She could feel the
desire of her lover and welcomed every warm caress, every bite and
every scratch. Kylie became engulfed entirely within the sound which
not only covered her, but seemed to penetrate every opening, every
pore of her existence and fill her with an enigmatic rapture.
The warmth turned to extreme heat as it flooded her body. Kylie's skin
began to quiver and her body lurched against the reverberations. The
orgasm came with a force she had never experienced before and she
allowed herself to submit to its power. After the wave though, it
didn't stop. As soon as one orgasm had washed across her, another one
swelled and immersed her. Sweat began to bead on her hot flesh, and
she could smell the stench of the club, alcohol and smoke mixing with
her own scent and sex. Her hands left her body, as she clawed into the
mattress, allowing the music - her invisible lover - to have its way
with her. She heard the music like she had never heard it before, the
thrust of the bass, the bite of the guitar and the seduction of the
voice and she came again and again. Kylie's body swam and floated in
an infinite ocean of pleasure, carrying her swiftly from one swell to
the next, pulling her out of herself and into a strange oblivion of
insatiable lust. 
Finally, she could bear no more. Her entire self trembling, she
somehow managed to reach the remote and turn off her lover. As the
silence swarmed the room, Kylie closed her eyes and felt herself
sinking weightlessly into the darkness of sleep.

The next morning Kylie awoke and stared at the ceiling. Her body felt
amazingly refreshed, and she wondered if it had all been a dream. She
rose and went about her business, cleaning around the apartment and
trying to get some homework done. She couldn't concentrate though,
something kept gnawing at her, almost challenging her to replicate the
night before. 
By late morning, Kylie couldn't stand the temptation any longer. She
stripped and entered her bedroom and laid on the bed. She reached for
the remote and hit the memory button. The sound saturated the room and
drove though her, her lover beginning where he had left off last
night, hungry and untamed. Kylie didn't even touch herself this time,
she allowed her lover to do all of the work. The music again swallowed
her and impaled her, she felt the weight of it rifle through her like
a man's hard cock. And again the pleasure came, saturating her into a
timeless dimension of wantonness. This time, she allowed it to go on
for hours, until she knew that she could take no more. And again
drifted to the bottom of the ocean of satisfaction bathed in the arms
of a new lover.
Kylie was stirred by the ringing of the telephone. It was Sabrina,
come to ask a favor. Perhaps favor isn't a good word for it, it was
more like an idea, a proposition. Since neither Sabrina's boyfriend,
Coleman nor Kylie's, Garret knew about the jobs they held at the strip
club, Sabrina thought it would be fun to do an after hours duo lap
dance for each of them. Coleman was coming into town on Friday. Please
do this for me, she almost begged. Oddly, Kylie didn't hesitate, she
knew that Coleman wanted her and that Garret had a thing about
Sabrina, not that any of that even mattered, and never mind the lust
that she had for Sabrina, something about the whole idea appealed to
the most base of her instincts and desires. "I'm game", she told
Sabrina. And then Sabrina suggested that the two of them do a duo or
two during the week so that the whole thing wouldn't be too awkward.
And so, it was set.   
Kylie's last dance at the club was at 1:30, the duo she had agreed to
do with Sabrina earlier in the night. Something about the preceding
night had given her the confidence to pursue an ongoing infatuation
that she had had with Sabrina. Although they had never slept together,
they had been intimate with each other on a few occasions, kissing and
petting after drinking too much. This would be a completely different
experience for both of them and a public display of lust. The entire
night, Kylie had drifted back into the fantasies she had about Sabrina
and she could almost feel Sabrina's warm ebony skin against her own.
She had also shared with Sabrina the story of her enamored night of
self pleasure with the invisible lover of music.
The stage manager called to the two of them, "You're up next ladies.
Let's give the crowd their moneys worth". 
The two of them stepped up on stage in the darkness while the stage
manager introduced them. The first strains of the song, that song
crashed across the club's system. Kylie felt a jolt in her body and
looked at Sabrina in shock. "This is the song, right?!?" Sabrina
chided as the lights came up. She reached over and licked Kylie on the
lips, "Let's go get 'em".
Before Kylie had the chance to move a step, the first orgasm came. She
felt light headed and dizzy as she began to dance with Sabrina,
kissing, touching and grinding against her dark skin. Sabrina seemed
shocked at Kylie's aggression, but played right along, soaking it up.
She had been three weeks without her man and she could feel the sexual
tension rising to the surface.
Kylie pulled Sabrina's top off, revealing her large, heavy breasts and
then buried her face in them. Now Kylie's invisible lover had brought
with it a partner in the form of Sabrina. Every kiss, every touch was
electrified as they ground and slid across one another's body. Kylie
came again and again. Came deep inside, not just her pussy, but her
entire body and she was carrying Sabrina out to the sea of rapture
with her. Both girls became oblivious to the crowd which hooted at
them and stuffed their dollar bills in the girls g-strings. They were
there alone, with the invisible lover and each other, a threesome
exchanging ecstacy. It wasn't until the music stopped that the girls
even realized what had happened. They managed the slyest of grins to
each other as they collected money from the crowd.
Backstage, Kylie and Sabrina dressed silently. It was the music, they
both knew it. Somehow they had managed to channel and transcend it to
themselves and then to each other. It had become automatic. Without a
word to one another, they left.
The next few days passed in silence for each girl. Both skipped
classes and spent long mornings and afternoons in discovery with the
music. And each night, they met at the club and danced, ending each
show with an unforgettable duo. And each night, it became hotter, less
controlled as the music started to take over completely.
Finally, Friday came. Sabrina saw Coleman in the back of the club
during her first dance. She looked at Kylie, "Coleman is here. We
still have a deal, right?"
"Yeah, of course." Kylie said.
"You know, this is really weird", Sabrina said, "that song. Damn! I
almost had an accident on the way here tonight. Song came on the radio
and I damn near lost control of the car." 
"I know. The only thing I can think about sometimes is that song. This
is hotter than anything I've ever done before. Now every time I hear
it I come, automatically."
Sabrina nodded in agreement. "We'll let's hope it works tonight,
Coleman isn't real happy about me working here, but I told him we had
a surprise for him after hours, so I think he'll be alright."

The club closed at two as usual, and Sabrina ushered Coleman into a
private room in the back. Kylie was already there and waiting
nervously when they arrived. She watched quietly as Sabrina began
kissing him and undressing him, whispering and giggling with him.
Finally, she seated him naked in a leather chair. She walked over to
the stereo and put in the CD. She whispered in Kylie's ear, "I got the
remix extended version for tonight. Are you ready?"
Kylie just smiled lustily as Sabrina pushed the button on the remote.
The music thumped heavily and rocketed through both of their bodies,
familiar yet new. Their bodies went in motion simultaneously and
rolled over one another in a knowing way. They made their way slowly
over to Coleman, whose thick black member was already showing signs of
arousal. 
Kylie took the lead, standing Sabrina still in front of her man and
sensually gyrating circles around her, touching her across the neck
and belly as she danced. After three passes around Sabrina, Kylie
stopped behind her, cupping her hands around Sabrina's large breasts
and teasing them. The re-mix screeched wildly, sending chills up
Kylie's spine. Instinctively, she raked her nails down Sabrina's
stomach. 
She came around to the front and faced Sabrina, noticing with a slutty
satisfaction Coleman fondling his swollen member. Sabrina only moved
slightly, lost in the drone of the music. Kylie leaned toward her,
lips parted and tongue flickering and delivered a kiss to Sabrina that
she had only dreamed of. Sabrina took her tongue softly and sucked on
it and allowed her hands to roam freely along Kylie's soft flesh. For
a few moments, they allowed their hands to explore one another freely,
but something in Kylie snapped with the beat of the music. She backed
away from Sabrina's touch slightly and sunk her teeth into Sabrina's
neck.  Sabrina yelped in lust as Kylie continued biting first her
neck, then her shoulders, then moving her way down to the bikini top
which bound Sabrina's breasts. She took the clasp in the middle into
her mouth and snapped the button with her teeth, releasing Sabrina's
tits. Kylie felt fire in the air, as if the music had set her flesh
ablaze. She bit Sabrina's nipple softly and slowly drifted down her
body. Sabrina's hips rotated and reeled with the lust of the music and
Kylie's tongue. Now, after hours, there were no laws or club rules to
adhere to, Kylie could smell Sabrina's juices through her g-string and
feel the moisture against her lips as she rubbed on her. She dropped
to all fours and teased Sabrina by running her tongue and lips against
the slight cloth which covered her wet pussy. She pushed her ass up
and back between Coleman' legs and could feel his hard cock stroking
against her ass. Her tongue followed the dainty band of the g-string
up around Sabrina's thigh, Kylie bit into the delicate fabric, and
with a slight jerk, snapped the g-string from Sabrina's body. Before
she saw the glistening black beauty of her lovers sex and seeing it
became determined to please her. 
Kylie's tongue darted in and out of Sabrina and around her teasingly,
but it was as if the tongue transferred the connection of violent
energy from Kylie to Sabrina, as Sabrina grabbed Kylie's auburn locks
and pushed her face deeply into her. Sabrina let out a scream as the
orgasm overwhelmed her, but she didn't release Kylie. She held her
there for nearly two full minutes - each beat of the music producing
little orgasms -demanding her lover pleasure her the way the music
was.
Sabrina pulled Kylie to her feet suddenly and ripped her top and
g-string from her. She kissed Kiley savagely, a kiss that penetrated
Kylie deeply, causing her to come instantly with the drone of music
that swamped the room. The music built and thumped, reverberating,
vibrating across Kylie's flesh as Sabrina continued kissing and
caressing her roughly. The two had all but forgotten poor Coleman
until Sabrina heard him mutter, "Omigod, omigod". Sabrina torn Kylie
from her and focused her attentions on Coleman, who slouched in the
chair and stroked hard on his manhood. Sabrina mounted the chair,
knees balancing her on the arms, and thrust her pussy at Coleman'
wanting face. Like a dog mad with lust, he lapped and licked her,
trying to please her in ways that he hoped no one else could. Sabrina
moaned, pivoting her hips back and forth to the thrust of his tongue,
and reaching behind her to pull at his meat. 
Kylie could feel her own sex throbbing and aching for pleasure as she
watched them delight one another. Music raged through her insatiably,
as she stepped over and began kissing Sabrina's neck and shoulders. A
new connection was now formed between the sounds of an invisible
lover, Kylie, Sabrina and Coleman. Sabrina sensed Coleman' want and
lust for Kylie and ached for him to indulge slightly in this fantasy,
the music was directing. All at once she rose, sliding back into the
waiting hands of Kylie, whose touch was sweet and still with the
whispers of the song. She directed Kylie to straddle Coleman, to push
her firm little tits in his face, to rotate and grind for him. Kylie
went with the flow of the music, feeling completely at ease with
everything. Coleman's hot breath against her skin made her nipples
stand erect, and she could feel the back of his hand, masturbating
against her inner thigh. Sabrina went around the back of the chair and
began once again to kiss Kylie. But Kylie was now lost in the moment,
the music thrashed in, around and through her, demanding, "I want to
fuck you like an animal". When she heard the line, repeating itself
again and again she became possessed by it. Her sex was dripping its'
nectar on Coleman, providing him with a forbidden lubricant. Kylie
knew that as long as she kissed Sabrina, that she would not be able to
get a view...slowly, she lowered her gyrating hips over the top of
Coleman's throbbing member. She could feel the head of it stick to her
lips with each rotation, and slowly, slowly, she lowered herself onto
his cock. Coleman let out a slight gasp as he felt Kylie's wet satin
warmth engulf his tortured cock. She rode slowly up and down on him,
not breaking pace or losing beat to the music. She could feel
Sabrina's hands stroking Coleman's pecs and her breasts; could feel
Coleman's hands clutching her hips, forcing himself deeper into her;
she could feel her pussy grabbing at his cock, wanting him. Fuck you
like an animal, fuck you like an animal reverberating through the
room, through her head, through her wet folds, again and again,
rushing over her. Kylie's body shuddered as she felt Sabrina's hand
drift down from her breasts, to her stomach, and then her sex.
Sabrina's stroke was warm and lustful though, pleasuring Kylie as well
as Coleman. Suddenly, Kylie noticed the tempo of the music building,
and her own bodies increased heat and cadence, fucking harder and
faster. Coleman let out a desperately muffled scream and she felt his
member swell and a hot jet of cum release inside of her. She felt her
own body tense, constrict and release, juices being released and
flowing freely down her thighs. Her head snapped back with the final
swell of music and her own energy and choked out every last bit of
energy from her body. The music had ended, and each of them was spent.

Twenty-four hours later. Kylie lead her nervous boyfriend, Garret,
into the back suite of the club and began undressing him. He looked at
her with uncertainty, almost a shyness. She leaned over and whispered
into his ear, "It's going to be the longest hottest twenty minutes of
your life."
"How can you be so sure?" he asked.
"It's automatic..."


(c)1998 Alexei Gish

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