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Subject: {ASSM} Natural Chemistry Part 1 (mf nc) by Foxbat
Date: Thu,  8 Mar 2001 18:10:04 -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 appreciated: 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."

   continued in Part 2....

   Once again, questions comments etc are appreciated
the_foxbat@hotmail.com
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