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Subject: {ASSM} Natural Chemistry (mf nc) by Foxbat
Date: Fri,  2 Mar 2001 00:10:03 -0500
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Natural Chemistry (mf nc)
By Foxbat



Disclaimer:  The characters in this story are completely fictional, and bear 
no intended resemblance to characters in real life.  This story contains 
graphic sex, in some cases non-consensual, and should not be read if such 
stories are illegal in your state, or if you are a minor.

Please feel free to distribute this, on the condition that the disclaimer 
and author's name remain intact and unaltered.


Feedback is welcome: the_foxbat@hotmail.com


The door to the science lab flew open as we crashed to the ground.  Being in 
slightly better shape, I was able to regain my footing first, and reclaim my 
grip in Karen's hair, before she could begin clawing, hissing and screaming 
like a drowning cat.  I managed to kick the door closed, not that it would 
make much difference given the noises she was making.  I just barely managed 
to intercept her hand as it approached the left side of my face, fingers out 
ready to gauge out eyes.  I threw my weight sideways, slamming us both into 
the wall before spinning her the opposite way into a desk.  Her retaliatory 
kick headed for my nuts was deflected by my knee as the desk caught her 
mid-waist and knocked the wind out of her.  As she was relearning how to 
breathe, I seized the advantage to switch my hand in her hair and to use my 
now free right hand to deliver a hard smack to her ass.  This seemed to 
reinspire her to greater heights of thrashing, but its hard to fight when 
you're bent over a desk.  I decided to move us to the lab-table which was at 
a better height for what was to come, so I quickly yanked up on her hair and 
used my free hand to wheel her and around and crash us both into one of 
those ancient black-topped lab-tables.  Her head smacked into the surface, 
and mine into hers, and for the first time since the struggle began, we each 
took a moment to regain our strength.
As I panted on top of her, I took a moment to reflect briefly on how exactly 
I had wound up on Karen, seeing her pretty faced smashed against mine and a 
lab-table, her breath making little fog marks on the surface.

Karen and I had known (and despised) each other, pretty much from the 
beginning of high-school.  I we had both run for class president, she had 
won.  We competed for grades, awards, attention and just about everything 
else under the sun.  Sometimes I won, sometimes she won - in all honestly, 
it was probably pretty even.  However, I planned to change that.  We had 
argued in class a million times, and we had even had a couple shouting 
matches out of class, like the time her attempt to get my presidency of the 
debate club overturned failed, and I had her barred from it as a result - 
that one had degenerated into threats and months of retaliation.  Most of 
the time things were just icy cold, but every once and a while, things got 
hot.
Karen and I hated each other - no doubt.  She was too good at what she did 
for someone like me not to run into conflict with, and her opinions just 
made it worse.  It was not your usually personality difference where I had 
one way of reasoning about a subject and she another.  We both followed what 
appeared to be the exact same path, and just drew different conclusions at 
the end.  We each saw the other as just wrong - wrong about what was 
blatantly obvious.
This particular argument has started as a debate club debate over abortion - 
a perfectly reasonable subject.  Things had gone downhill when Karen decided 
to be a spectator (as she could no longer participate), and started 
badgering a team with cross examination questions.  As was inevitable, I got 
involved, the debate ended, our argument moved out to the parking lot, and 
then back inside by mutual accord as it was hovering at around zero outside, 
and neither of us was willing to go home and hand victory to the other.  
Abortion turned into rape, rape into a question of consent and things 
teetered on the edge of feminazism when I got slapped across the face for a 
comment about women changing their mind and calling it rape.  That's when 
the shit really hit the fan - years of pent up aggression on both sides 
degenerated into what can only be described as an all out fight.

Back to the bent-over Karen though - it was only at this moment that I 
realized exactly where this whole thing was headed.  I may have been moving 
in that direction before, but now that the course was plotted, it was 
full-speed ahead.  The moment of quiet ended as I lifted myself off her and 
slammed her back into the table.  I let go of her hair, and went for the 
front of her jeans - there was no way I was going to get the shirt off this 
wild-cat without being emasculated.  I had just about undone the button and 
I was working on the zipper, when the reality of what was going on hit her.  
She reared up again and tried to punch me just and I succeded in getting her 
jeans unzipped.  I couldn't spin her around because I would need my nuts 
intact for what was to come (no pun intended), and having her face me just 
opened me up to attack.  On the other hand, trying to get the pants off a 
women who you are holding with both hands while pinning her between you and 
a table isn't easy.
Now I'm not the type who would normally beat a woman, nor am I particularly 
violent in general, but I was majorly pissed.  I knocked her head back down 
to the table again, and kneed her in pure rage before returning my attention 
to her pants, which I now managed to down off her hips.  Since this required 
both hands, I was vulnerable when she threw herself back again and slammed 
the back of her head into my face.  Temporarily distracted, I let go for 
long enough for her to stand up, take a half-step, trip on the jeans which 
were now around her knees and fall flat on her face.  I was on top of her a 
second later.
Now the fun started and I used my right hand to put her arm and head into a 
wrestling lock, as my left shot for the goal.  As I tore off her panties, I 
could feel her press her knees together.  Not to be deterred, my hand just 
moved from the front of her hips to her ass which was now exposed.  As I 
grabbed her ass, I pushed her forward again onto the floor and managed to 
get my hand into position.
	She was dry as a bone, and I was hard as a rock.  Remembering back to the 
argument which started all this, I decided she would be nice and wet before 
I fucked her.  So I just used my strength to hold her down while I let my 
hand gently stroke her.  If anything she just fought harder, but its hard to 
get anywhere while trying to keep your legs closed against an intruding 
hand.  It went surprisingly quickly - her folds yielded to my manipulations 
and began to moisten after only a few minutes against her will.  I held no 
illusions about her willingness, but her body was just doing its job.  After 
a few more minutes of stroking met by desperate screaming and bucking, I 
decided we were ready.  I withdrew my hand, freed my dick (not that it 
needed much help at this point) and lined us up.  The moment she felt dick 
touch her, she bucked forward in a last futile attempt to get away.

	Grabbing a handful of hair in one hand, and using the other to keep her ass 
from wiggling away, I slowly slid each inch of my dick into her.  She was 
lying on her side, with her legs together and pressed up to her chest as I 
felt my pelvis finally smack into her ass.  There was a pause as the idea 
that we were fucking dawned on each of us, and then things started in 
earnest.  I withdrew most of the way and started slamming into her against 
the friction of her still fairly dry cunt, and she started screaming like a 
banshee.  I reached up and grabbed her shirt and yanked as hard as I could 
ripping the buttons off and opening the front so I could grab a handful of 
tit as I banged her.
	Although the screaming didn't stop, her cunt decided the fucking it was 
getting was pretty good because she started to get really wet and things 
were sliding more easily.  I leaned down and gave her a dog style lick up 
the side of the face and smiled as I rammed my dick into her over and over 
again in a relentless assault on her twat.  Her rhythmic screaming finally 
ebbed off to a sobbing moan in time with each thrust of my dick into her.
	I licked by finger and reached down to help her enjoy the new experience.   
I rolled her over to her stomach so I was directly on top of her, and with 
one hand frigging away at the top of her mound, I began to pound her towards 
my climax.  The rest of the world disappeared and my entire being was 
focused on the sensations in my dick.  I could feel every inch of her wet 
cunt, every pulse and squeeze.  It was the most delicious feeling in the 
world.  I banged her for all she was worth and her cunt started spasming as 
I erupted into her.  I kept thrusting as I felt the orgasm slam into me like 
a wave.
	The next thing I remember is lying on top of her on the cold floor, my 
cheek pressed against the side of her face, watching her eyelids flutter and 
her breath coming in shallow gulps.  For a second I wondered if she had 
entered into a coma, but then I saw her eyes slowly open.  I managed to get 
up off her, and, after a second, she picker herself up.  We stood there in 
silence while I redid my pants and she adjusted her bra back and picked up 
the scattered buttons of her top.  Without a word, I left and went to my 
car, and drove home.
	Still in a daze, I went to my room and took out my books to do homework.  I 
was still struggling with the reality of what had occurred - too mortified 
to consider the possible consequences of the rape - my father kncked on my 
door, startling me.  He said someone was here for me.

	Preparing for the police, I robotically walked down the stairs to the door 
and opened it.  There, still looking disheveled, clutching the top of her 
blouse together, tear-streaks across her face, stood Karen.  I blinked my 
eyes and looked again.  She was still there.
	I could see confusion in her eyes, but she took a step towards me, and I 
stood, rooted to the spot like a deer in the headlights.  She leaned in 
close, and whispered in my ear in a quaking voice, "fuck me again."



Possible continuation..... feedback is appreciated.


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