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From: "Stephen Gray" <sgray113@hotmail.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} Purple Potion 02 {S Gray} (MF mc preg)
Date: Sun, 18 Mar 2001 13:10:01 -0500
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Chapter Two:  What is it about sex?

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 Joker peered intently at the computer screen, studying diagrams, charts and
formulas.  So much information to analyze, correlate, extrapolate,
manipulate...sometimes it gave him a headache.  But then he reminded himself
that it was worth it.  His experiments, if successful, would allow him and
his fellow supervillains to take their proper place as rulers of the world.
A lofty ambition, perhaps...but then again, if Bush could do it, anyone
could.  And speaking of bush...

 "Joker...?"  Cheetah's attitude toward him had certainly changed; gone were
the callous insults she used to hurl at him every time he crossed her path.
Now her voice was a silky purr, soft and sexy like the woman herself.

 "Joker, why don't you put away that silly computer and come back to bed?"
She wrapped her arms around his neck, and nuzzled his cheek.

 "Not now, my dear.  I'm busy."

 "Busy with what?  What are you working on, that's so important?"  She sat
down sideways on his lap, her arms locked around him.

 "Well if you must know, I'm trying to analyze the effects of the drug that
I used on you.  It should have worn off by now, and I'm trying to figure out
why it hasn't."  He was finding it difficult to concentrate with a
beautiful, naked woman sitting on his lap.  His eyes kept going back and
forth from the screen to her sumptuous breasts, only inches away.

 "You used a drug on me?  Why did you do that?"  Strangely, there was no
anger in her voice...merely a lazy curiosity.  Apparently she didn't mind
that he had been able to alter her behavior and control her mind.

 "Because I wanted to find out if it worked.  And I couldn't think of a
lovelier test subject."  He smiled at her and kissed her on the breast,
eliciting a squeal of pleasure from her.

 "It obviously worked," he said, "but the effects were supposed to wear off
hours ago.  And yet here you are, sitting naked in my arms...looking quite
delicious, I must say...and quite frankly, I don't know why."

 Cheetah shrugged, causing her breasts to heave.  "Maybe it lasts longer
than you thought.  Maybe it's permanent."

 "Possibly.  But that's what I'm trying to determine."

 Cheetah nimbly lifted one leg over his head, and maneuvered herself so that
she was straddling him.  "I think you should take a break from your work."
There was a playful smile on her face...so like a kitten!  She leaned
forward and kissed him - a long, wet, lazy kiss that he couldn't help but
return.  Her hands began to massage his body, finding their way to his
crotch.  "Joker," she whispered in his ear, "there's something hard in here.
I really think you should let me investigate."

 Well, perhaps the research could wait.  Besides, her breasts were now
blocking the monitor.

 The next moment found the two of them on the bed, naked and fucking.  He
plowed his dick into her again and again, relishing each of her moans and
whimpers, savoring the sensation of sliding in and out of her juicy cunt.
Such a simple motion, such a simple pleasure.  With each thrust of his hard
cock, he was satisfying one of the most basic human needs, the desire for
sex.  Just like hunger or thirst, he craved an orgasm...

And so did she.  She groaned and grunted, her head rolled from side to side,
her back arched, and her hips tried to match the rhythm of his cock.  He
gazed down at her sexy young body, her luscious breasts heaving, the nipples
hard.  What was it about her?  What was it that made him want to lick her
and feel her and fuck her?  Some primitive, inner programming in his mind,
perhaps?  Was there a blueprint for lust somewhere inside his brain, telling
him what was sexy, what would make his cock hard?  Whatever it was, she
definitely qualified.  Her ragged gasps; her moans; her lips, slightly
parted; her hair, strewn across the mattress; her smooth belly, ripe for
impregnation; the unmistakable smell of her sex juices, trickling from her
cock-filled cunt.  All of these ingredients combined together for a
delicious recipe, and something in his brain was telling him that it was
yummy.

 He could feel his orgasm drawing near.  In a few seconds, he would spurt a
dose of semen into her womb.  This was the purpose for the fucking, to plant
a seed inside the female - a seed that might result in a new life.  He didn'
t necessarily want to give her a baby, and she probably didn't really want
to receive one.  But here he was, pistoning his engorged cock into her gooey
cunt, in and out, in and out, faster and faster.  And here she was, writhing
and bucking, helplessly caught in a wave of mind-absorbing orgasm.  He
continued to fuck her, his eyes locked on her soft belly, a belly that might
be full of a child in a few months, thanks to him.  In the end, it was the
sound of their mating that drove him over the edge...the sucking, sloshing
sound of wet flesh against wet flesh as his cock churned in and out of her
clutching vagina.  One last thrust, and out came the sperm - like thousands
of little troopers jumping out of aircraft, all concentrating on a single
objective:  seek and impregnate.

 Joker collapsed upon the bed, and held the young woman in his arms.  She
had already passed out, and there was a contented smile on her lips.  He
gazed at her lovely face for as long as he could before his own eyes closed.
Then he drifted off to sleep, wondering if he would ever unravel the mystery
of sex.


to be continued...

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