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Subject: {ASSM} *NEW* Natural Chemistry Part 2 (mf) by Foxbat
Date: Thu,  8 Mar 2001 20:10:02 -0500
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*NEW* Natural Chemistry Part 2 (mf)
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

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	With a quick look both ways, I grasped her hand, and led her out to her 
parked car.  I got in the drivers side, and she silently got in the other 
seat.  With a low rumble, the engine started, and we pulled out.
	I had no idea where we were going, the car just seemed to drive itself 
through the night, passed all night convenience stores with their neon signs 
and through dimly lit neighborhoods.  It seemed like was a blackhole in the 
car, sucking sounds sight and thought away as soon as each registered.
	With a start, I realized that I had just turned off the engine, and that we 
were parked along a dirt road out by end of the runway of the airport.  The 
landing lights stretched off into the distance, with the outline of the 
control tower and terminals and planes at the end.
	I looked over at Karen - there were still fresh tears on her face, and she 
had a white-knuckled grip on the handrest.  I gently lay my hand on top of 
hers, stroking it softly.  I could feel the conflict and confusion in her, 
one part fighting the insanity and chaos which the other was inexplicably 
driving her towards.  I reached up and turned her face to me.  We looked 
each other in the eyes for a moment, and she leaned ever so slightly towards 
me.  I kissed her gently, feeling her respond, as one side in her internal 
battle won out and the other lost.
	She leaned into me, clay in the hands of a sculptor as we kissed more 
deeply.  I opened my eyes when the kiss broke, and we had somehow moved to 
the back seat, and I could feel her warmth under me, waiting.  With a driven 
but gentle urgency, we resumed kissing, letting our hands roam over each 
other.  I could feel the heft of her breasts under her shirt, straps still 
twisted from dressing hastily.  My hands ran themselves down her chest, 
caressing her belly and then coming back up under her top.   Her hands lay 
across my neck and back, not holding me actively, but passively encouraging 
me onwards.
	For the second time that night, her top drifted lonely to the floor.  While 
our breath steamed into the cold air, I kissed and gently rubbed her 
breasts, just beginning to react, only to go lower, tugging at the waistband 
of her panties with my teeth.  When my attention returned to kissing her, I 
felt her legs opening under me, and wrapping around my back, almost inviting 
me inward.  Pants, shirt, underwear, disappeared, as all that matter was 
seeking the warmth that was wrapped around me in the backseat of that Volvo. 
  I entered her in one slow beautiful delicious slide, as the sharp prick of 
fingernails made their presence known, and the gentle pressure of her calves 
against my rear pushed us onwards.
	Her eyes were squeezed shut, and the side of her which had been denied, or 
appeased with furtive, darting, lonely moments under the covers, came into 
its glory.  A gasp which evolved into a moan and then back into a gasp 
escaped her mouth, as I withdrew and plunged again into heaven.  I began a 
slow rhythm of gentle long strokes, as she responded under me by raising her 
hips when I withdrew and pressing us together on the other end.  The wild, 
violent passion of earlier gave way to a more urgent just as demanding 
passion, as I felt her shudder and quake as she gasped out in the night, 
coming.  I, driven by her reaction, increased my pace, until the wet 
slapping sounds and rich aroma of our copulation filled the car and my mind.
	Suddenly, I felt a new warmth, as I released into her, to the accompaniment 
of her moan.   I closed my eyes, as again the world disappeared and the 
universe constricted to include only the pussy wrapped around my now wilting 
dick and the girl clinging to me in the cold, breathing shallowly on my 
neck.

***

It must have been a good deal later when I woke with a start, because the 
car had gone from stimulatingly chilly to fucking cold.  My nuts had gone 
into hibernation, and my dick felt like it wanted to join them.  I slowly 
opened my eyes - Karen was awake now too, and although still in the same 
position as last I remembered, from looking in her eyes, I could tell she 
was mentally sitting on the opposite side of the car from me, her thoughts 
composed and the internal conflict resolved.
I opened my mouth, not that I had any clue what would have emerged from it 
if Karen hadn't cracked her old wicked smile.  I was taken completely off 
guard, so much so that I didn't respond as Karen sprang into motion, with 
more than her usual energy, picking up and sorting clothes from the sordid 
floor of the car.  Shirt, pants, coat boxers, landed in my lap as I sat 
stunned, trying to figure out what the hell was going on.  Next thing I 
knew, the car started, and we were driving somewhere again, me still sitting 
naked in the back seat, with a pile of clothes in my lap.
I dressed mechanically, in a stupor.  What the hell had happened anyways 
tonight.   Before I could piece together my thoughts, we were at my house.  
Karen leaned back, and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek, the kind a wife 
gives a husband when she drops him off for work.  I stepped out of the car, 
and before I could close the door, Karen was in front of me.  In  one quick 
lunge, she slammed me back against the car, kissing me deeply and 
invasively, before jumping back in, and zooming off, leaving me to stand in 
the middle of my driveway, wondering...


***

	Classes the next day were a blur - words flew past me, while I tried to 
make sense of things.  It wasn't until that night though that I figured 
anything out.  Karen had another one of her student council meetings, and I 
walked in just as things were wrapping up.
	"What the fuck is going on?" I said rather loudly.  People quickly realized 
that this was something between us, and left.  "No... I mean, what the fuck is 
really going on here? What happened last night?  I want to know what the 
fuck is going on!"  I was shouting.
	Karen was again no longer the confident president of the school and had 
reverted to the scared little girl.  At least that was something I could 
understand.
	"Explain this shit!" I commanded.  I was mad that she could so easily 
become her old self - that she seemed to get off on everything that had 
happened.  I watched her stutter for a few seconds, and then she began.
	"I don't know....   I..... I...."
	I drew a chair next to her and sat down.  The conflict had resurfaced in 
her eyes yet again.
	"I can't explain it.... today has felt so wonderful.  I felt like I was on 
top of the world.  Last night seems like it was all a dream now - I just 
remember this dreamy haze, sort of like I'm watching it happen from the 
third person."
	Karen had her knees tucked up to her chest, and her chin resting on her 
kneecaps, and she was staring off into the distance.  I could almost read 
the sequence of events as they were mirrored in her expression.
	"It felt so nice not to have to be always fighting.  It was so nice....."
	"So....." I cut in leadingly.
	Karen snapped back, sitting up abruptly.  "So what?  So, I should fucking 
sue you for what happened, you piece of shit.  So there!"  Karen almost 
screamed.
	Her eyes dropped to the floor.  "And so what if it was the best two fucks 
of my life.  I have no idea what I think.  I just.... I.....
	She was drifting off again.  I heard the words, "make up sex?" come out of 
my mouth.  I was mortified for a split second.  I had just offered this 
bitch, who probably dreaming about the different ways she could sue or 
arrest my ass for raping her, sex.   What the fuck was I doing.  It was at 
this point my train of thought was derailed by the familiar evil sparkle 
which had found its way back to her eyes.  I looked up.
	"Deal!" she said.


***

	And what a deal it was.  No word besides "fuck" could do justice to that 
screaming, kicking, biting act which proceeded to take place on that 
classroom table.  I just wish deals like that came more often.  No pun 
intended.

	That the old Karen was back was beyond a doubt, as she coyly jumped up and 
strode over to me with a Darth Vader confidence.  We stood facing each other 
for a moment, sizing the situation and each other up.  I reached up and 
touched her neck, drawing her closer.  Her hands wrapped themselves around 
my back, and we kissed.  It started gently, but tongues got aggressive and 
before long it was mouth raping, on both sides.
	We broke the kiss long enough for her to rip my shirt off, and for me to do 
the same to her.  Her bra was less fortunate, as it fell to the floor in 
pieces.  I began to run my hands over her tits, kneading them as I felt her 
fingernails gliding lightly over my back.
	Pants were the next thing to go, as she deftly undid my belt.  Her skirt 
went even quicker.  I had never really thought of her before in a sexual 
way, but now, as my hands explored her assets, it became quite apparent that 
she was pretty damn good.  I let one hand squeeze her ass, and my other held 
her neck, not as if she needed any encouragement.  My low hand began to work 
her panties off, pushing one side down, and then pushing the other side, 
until I got them over the swell of her hips.  She parted her legs a little 
for my fingers to find her crotch.  I could feel her belly rubbing against 
my raging erection as I began to cup her mound.
	I broke our kiss again, so I could seat her on the table, just at the edge. 
  I lifter her legs up, so she was spread out before me.  I lowered my head, 
tentatively nuzzling her pussy.  It was apparent that she took good care of 
herself - she was neatly trimmed, and smelled like some exotic African bath 
oil.  I let my tongue part her pink folds, as I lapped slowly at her cunt.  
The effect on her was immediate.  I watched her toes curl as my tongue 
reached the top of her slit and brushed her clit.  I went back down for 
another stroke, but this time I stopped along the way up to tongue fuck her 
hole.  After a little fun, I continued up, where I drew small circles around 
her clit.  I could tell she was in ecstasy as I let my teeth gently graze 
over her most sensitive parts.  After a few more minutes of licking, she was 
wet as they come, and I could tell she was pretty close to coming, so I 
eased off.  It was her turn.
	I sat next to her on the table, and she reached over, gripping my cock.  I 
watched as she lowered her pretty little face to it, and began gently 
sucking and stroking my shaft with her hand.  I was beginning to question 
whether I had died and gone to heaven as she increased the pace.  I was 
ready to grab her head and hold her down as I came when she stopped.  She 
lay back on the table, spreading her legs, looked up and said in the most 
delicious voice, "fuck me."
	So I did.  I leaned over her, letting my rock-hard dick slide up and down 
her cunt for a few strokes before guiding it in.  She was warm and wet, and 
it felt wonderful to watch and feel my cock pumping into her.  I reached 
down and slid her ass towards me so I could get better position.  She was on 
cloud nine as I slammed into her over and over.  I reached down and grabbed 
her tits for better leverage, as she arched her back and fucked back against 
me.
	I was well on my way to getting off when she scooched back away from me.  
Before I could grab her back, she rolled over and got on her hands and 
knees, presenting her cute ass to me.  Not one to decline an invitation like 
that, I climbed up onto the table, and entered her from the rear.  Using one 
hand to support myself, I leaned over her as I fucked her for all she was 
worth and grabbed her ear with my teeth.  I could feel her hand between us, 
frigging away at the top of her mound, as we bucked forward each time I 
slapped into her.  I could feel her cunt spasming around my cock as she came 
to screams of, "harder!  Fuck me harder you piece of shit!"  That was enough 
to push me over the edge, as I leaned back using her tits as handles to fuck 
her six ways till Sunday.  I exploded inside her, as I could feel my sperm 
adding to the wetness already present.  I relinquished my hold on her tits 
as I grabbed a handful of her hair with other and at the same as I landed a 
hard, loud slap on her ass.  With that, she went crazy, bucking and 
screaming like a banshee.  I rode it would, slamming my hips into for all I 
was worth with increasing force.  After the last pulse of jizz left I my 
cock, I slammed into her catching off guard and we both collapsed onto the 
table, in a pool of sweat, jizz and cunt juice.
	We both lay there, spent, for a few minutes.  It took conscious effort for 
me to roll off of her, my limp dick leaving her cunt with a wet plop noise.  
No sports practice or exercise has left me that tired.  I could feel the 
sweat beginning to dry on me when I finally rolled off the table.  I picked 
up what was left of our clothing, put them on a dry corner of the table.  
Karen looked like she was passed out, but when I bent over her to check, her 
eyes opened with a dreamy look in them.  I offered my hand, which she took 
as I lifted her out of our shrinking puddle.  With quaking legs, she stood 
up.  With her hair a mess, makeup smeared everywhere, sperm beginning to 
trickle down her leg, she looked wonderfully..... fuckable.
	I handed her skirt, and her now buttonless blouse.  Underwear was a lost 
cause.  Holding on to each other for support, we managed to make ourselves 
somewhat presentable.  Arms around each other, we stumbled out of the room, 
leaving a mess for the janitors.



Once again, comments suggestions, etc appreciated - the_foxbat@hotmai.com


to be continued?
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