A Physique for Physics

A long-time friend was going through a hard time. I learned this when he called one evening and asked if he could sleep in our spare room for a few days. Over the course of a week, he revealed that he was getting a divorce and needed to come up with a plan for what to do next.

One night as we were enjoying a few drinks, I asked him what he really wanted to do with his life. To which he answered, "Move far away and do things I was never able to do."

I had shared a couple of my erotically themed stories with him in the past. He took a swig of his drink and said, "There's nothing about my life that would ever make it to one of your stories."

So, I downed another drink and told him that I was going to write a story about a fictional "New Start" that someone in his situation could have.

To which he toasted me with the words, "Bring it".

I wrote it for him over a 3-month period. His marital woes are described below... What he chose to do about it is the fictional part. As was my practice in those days, each part was sent to him when it was completed. With his permission, those have been collected here for your viewing.

As a new contributor to this site, I'd appreciate any thoughts or constructive recommendations you have about it.

A Physique for Physics

In the Physical world there are certain laws that never change. These are irrefutable and cannot be violated. A wise teacher once told me, "Learn the fundamental laws well. Take them with you through-out life, for the Laws of Physics are the same for all frames of reference." Little did I know just how right he was.

Today, I am the teacher. The last 20 years have been both good and bad. I married my wife of 19 years during my senior year of college. We made a life for ourselves in the Midwest and raised a baby girl into a woman. My wife's interests were my daughter's interests. They were the best of friends and had what I thought was a perfect mother/daughter relationship. My role was to provide an income and do the maintenance around the house.

On occasion, my wife and I would have sex, but enjoying each other's company and making love had moved outside the realm of our relationship, after the arrival of our daughter. I often wanted to just lie together and turn our embraces into slow endearing love. She did not. Having her turn loose and just have sex for the sake of enjoying it, was even further from a possibility. She was always afraid that our daughter would hear or even suspect that we might be doing it and just, never could. For her, sex was done in the dark, with little foreplay and as quietly as possible. Her anxiety inhibited her ability to orgasm and the lack of mutual enjoyment left me feeling impotent.

At least that is what I thought. Until, my now 19 year old, daughter's phone accidentally uploaded a file to our family cloud account. In it she and another girl were shown to be giving a blowjob to a rather well-hung man. The video was shot from the man's POV. He was holding the phone camera in landscape, positioned just above the ass of the second girl. It showed my daughters face with her jaws opened wide and her mouth encompassing a huge veiny cock. The man appeared to be in his early 20's with a pair of muscular shoulders, bulging pectorals and washboard abs. The second woman was obscured beneath her shoulder length auburn hair from this angle. She appeared to be licking his nuts.

I was transfixed as I watched my my wife's little princess transform into a slutty cocksucker. The sounds of her sucking, spitting and gagging proved that this was far from her first attempt to give head. Either through his lack of attention or a bump from the second girl, the phone moved upward. The perspective changed to show just a shot of his chest and above. The effect that she had on the young stud was apparent in the expression on his face. His neck and jaw tightened, his chin lifted, and his eyes clinched tight. It was apparent that he was ready to explode.

As it was there, I heard my daughter say, "It's your turn. Here."

The break allowed him to refocus his attention and repoint the camera toward his crotch. My daughter was repositioning down and sucking his balls into her mouth. The auburn haired woman had raised up and was obviously swallowing his cock. I could not see her face, but her lips were completely sealed around the base of his shaft.

Then, he let go. His orgasm exploded into the woman's throat.... I heard his grunt, my daughters slurping squeal and the auburn woman's gagging attempts to take his load. As he continued to squirt, she raised her head and sucked with each pulse. As he finished, I saw her lips suck the last little bit from his mushroom head.

When it was complete, my daughter repositioned her head as her fellow cocksucker moved down. I saw the yogurt-like slime of his jism begin to fall into my daughter's eager mouth.

The young stud had recovered enough to watch what was going on and reached down to whisk the auburn hair out of the way... so that he could see the deposit drip from my WIFE'S LIPS...

.........

So it was, that in the 20th year of our relationship, I took a teaching position along the Gulf Coast of Mississippi and left it all behind.

A week before school started, I arrived in the small town that was to become my new home. I had a couple of suitcases of clothes, my books, computer and a few odds and ends of memories packed in the back of my pickup truck. The small college had arranged for me to live in a summer house that one of the Regents owned. It was sparsely furnished but, was fairly new and located close to a small river. I would have plenty of solitude here to sort out my life.

I showed up at the school the Friday before classes began. It was enrollment, tours for the students and I received my schedule. It was typical for a new teacher: one senior Advanced Physics class, two each of Intro to Physics and General Science. The five classes were spaced out with three in the morning and two after lunch. The Advanced Class was the one that I prepared the most for, over the weekend. Intro classes were so basic that I just planned to follow the outlines in the teaching guides. Little did I know that the biggest challenge I faced would be in one of those.

At the first bell, I looked up to see a class full of young ladies and gentlemen. Excited faces, still clinging to their vacation experiences, met my gaze. We spent the hour just going over the semester syllabus. The rest of the day went similarly. Until the end of the last class, that is. The second freshman Physics class, of the day, was supposed to go just like the first, but didn't. There were 18 students in it; all were freshmen, except one.

A thin, pretty, brunette-haired girl came to my desk, after class, with a question. Mr. Long. "I just moved here. I am a senior. I have to take this class as a make up. If I don't pass it, I won't graduate. Will you tutor me if I need it?"

Her bright green eyes and tanned face were striking under the fluorescent lights of the classroom. She had only a few sun freckles and the softest tan skin tone I had ever seen. Even though I was taking all this in, while trying to concentrate on her question, I still managed to reply, "Sure."

Her face brightened even more as she brought out a slight smile and said, "Thanks, I work evenings and will need a lot of help." She then turned and walked away. I couldn't help looking as her young, woman-like, figure moved toward the door. She wore a pair of lightweight hip hugger jeans that made her butt cheeks shift tightly with each step. Her lean torso widened into a pair of shoulders that completed a respectable hourglass shape. I watched until she turned and disappeared into the crowd in the hall.

That night as I went about setting the lesson plan for the next day's classes, I remembered thinking, I never caught her name. Nor did I think to ask her why she had never taken basic Physics. Oh well, there would be plenty of time for that during the rest of the semester.

The next day's classes went fairly easy. I lectured very little and in each one, asked them to tell me what they knew about various topics in their syllabus. During the Advanced Physics class, I found that about half the students were pretty well prepared for the class and the rest would probably be able to keep up. I assigned a chapter to read and for them to write a paragraph analyzing any one of the italicized sentences in it.

The General Science classes were more varied. There were a few of the students who clearly, were way ahead of the others. Along with, a few coasters who were just taking it for credit. I counted them off in threes and assigned them to bring an example of one of the three forms of matter. One's were to bring solid, two's liquid and three's were to bring gas... In the second class one of the coasters said, "I wish I was a three. I have plenty of gas." The class giggled and I dismissed them a few minutes early.

Intro to Physics was going to tackle Mechanics first. We discussed the overview, from simple motion to energy and mass. I judged that both classes were nearly the same in advancement and that there were a good number of well-prepared students in each. In the afternoon class, the girl from the previous day sat on the front row. I glanced at her several times and saw that she was taking notes furiously. Her spaghetti strap top was slightly low cut and I could see that her tan went deeper than she was exposing. When the Attendance Sheet came back to me, I saw that her name was Penny. I assigned them to read a chapter and come to class with an idea for a group experiment we could do as a class.

After dismissal, Penny came up to my desk. Mr. Long, "I have a question. You mentioned 'Center of Gravity' today. I have heard it before, but don't know what it means."

I started to dismiss her by telling her to look it up in her text. But, her inquisitive green eyes told me that she really did want to learn. Instead, I decided to show her. "Penny, that is your name isn't it?"

She smiled as if she was happy that I knew, and shook her head, "Yes."

"Have you ever picked a coin from the floor?" I asked.

She looked puzzled and said, "Sure, it's easy."

I said, "Then you know all that you need to know about 'Center of Gravity'."

She wrinkled her forehead and gave me a look that asked, "Are you putting me on?"

I said, "Let me explain." I placed a quarter on the floor in front of her and asked her to pick it up. She automatically bent her knees, squatted down and picked it up. I couldn't help notice how her tight white yoga pants pulled up into her crotch as she went down to get it. With the quarter back on the floor, I told her to do it again without bending her knees. She had only slightly more difficulty than before. Her top hung open and I could see that she was wearing a lacy bra over her budding breasts. I felt a slight arousal in my groin as I looked into her forbidden depths.

I then told her, "Your body understands all you need to know about 'Center of Gravity'. It knows how to relocate your center of gravity, automatically, without you thinking about it. I'll show you what I mean."

With her back and the heels of her sandals against a wall, I placed the quarter a few inches in front of her toes and asked her to pick it up. She started to bend her knees and squat. As I had instructed, she kept her behind, shoulders and head against the wall. When she started to fall forward, her heels came off the floor and she pressed her body against the wall behind them. As she slid down the wall, she spread her knees wide. I stared at her crotch and imagined her sweet young pussy pinching the seam of her pants. I nearly had a woody now. She reached down and handed me the quarter. Her hand was soft and warm. She looked at me with a little bit of understanding as I helped her stand up. Her touch hardened me a bit more.

"One more time and I think you will have it", I said. "This time, don't bend your knees. Just bend at the waist."

She shook her head, acknowledging understanding. And I replaced the quarter on the floor. As I bent down to place it in front of her painted toes, I imagined that I could smell her musky female scent.

I stepped back and watched as she began to bend forward. When her body bent forward her chest passed into my field of vision and her top fell forward. I could plainly see her pointed nipples through her lace bra. My cock sprang to full attention. This student was turning me on more than I had been in months... and she didn't even have an idea that she was.

Once her head was just below my chest, Penny's center of gravity shifted in front of her toes and she lost her balance. As she fell forward, I reached to catch her. But, I was too late. Just as I grabbed for her shoulders, one of her hands came up and she grabbed for me. It happened that the thing that met her grasp... was my hard-on.

A Physique for Physics (pt. 2)

A thousand thoughts ran through my mind. "I've done it now. What will I do to get myself out of this mess? She is just a child, only slightly older than my own daughter. Have I scared her or marked her for life?" Not one of them prepared me for her reaction.

As I caught her by the shoulders, she looked up in my eyes. Her green irises were searching me for MY reaction. I did my best to act as if I hadn't noticed anything unusual. But, I am sure that she saw the worried look on my face.

I lifted her back onto her feet. She did not remove her hand. Instead, she lightened the grip and just held my rock-hard dick in her small hand. I scrambled to react and came up with, "When you can put part of your weight behind your toes, you offset the weight bending forward. The center of gravity is in the middle between both weights. That puts it directly above your feet. When most of the the weight is in front of your feet, you fall forward. The imbalance of your center of gravity carries you forward."

Penny's eyes lit up and she said, "I think, I understand."

We both looked down at our union. She studied the handful. I did not want her to remove her hand. It had been so long since I had felt a female touch there. Regardless of her age, it turned me on. But I also knew that this scene should never have happened.

I said, "Good. Most of the laws of physics are just as easy to understand." My breathing was labored and my mind was struggling to gain control of the situation.

She opened her hand and rubbed slowly down then up my crotch with the flat of her hand. "Good", she said. "I hope you will continue to tutor me. There is a lot that I don't know."

I released her shoulders and stepped back. Her eyes dropped again to my bulge. I did not know what to say next. She looked back up at me and said, "See you tomorrow, I have to get to work. Thanks for the lesson."

With that, she walked over to her desk. When she bent over to pick up her books from beneath it, she did not bend her legs. I watched as her butt pushed behind her feet and shifted her center of gravity. I couldn't help but notice that there were no panty lines beneath the thin white Lycra fabric. She had a rather nice ass. Not large, but firm and shaped into two half moons that grew taut as she bent. And her little muffy mound made a perfect cameltoe in the thigh gap beneath them.

Once she had retrieved her books, she looked back and scanned me up and down. I had subconsciously dropped my hands to cover my hard on. She gave me that pleased grin from the day before and walked out the door to leave me with my thoughts.

I spent the evening torn between my lesson plans and worries about how to handle the unfortunate scene with Penny. The fact that she was only 20 and I was 43 caused me to do a lot of soul searching. I couldn't just act as if nothing had happened. She must have friends and would surely talk. Hopefully not, until I had a chance to do some damage control... but I had no assurance of that. My head was telling me that I had to let her know that there was no way that we could ever do that again... while the feeling in my groin was telling me that her caress was the most erotic moment I had experienced in many years.

Wednesday morning had a soggy-wet, tropical feel about it. The overnight rains had drenched everything and left a steamy sunrise in their wake. I pulled into the parking lot with a speech prepared. It would let Penny know that it was all a mistake and that she should find another tutor. I had even thought about asking one of the students in the Advanced Physics Class to take over the duties for me. It was time for class.

The classes seemed to drag on forever. I remember that most of the Advanced Physics students had done the bare minimum on their assignments and that I would have to address it with a pop quiz the next day. So, I collected their homework and gave them an internet research assignment. It would only take one hit on the right page to get the pop quiz right, but I didn't warn them it was coming.

The first Intro to Physics class came up with several experiments that had some merit. I had them vote on which one they wanted to do. They selected buoyancy and suspension in water. I discussed it briefly with them. Their text books did not cover it very well and I wanted to spur their imagination. So I dismissed them early and sent them to the library to do research.

The General Science Classes were interesting with a few students bringing in clever examples of the Forms of Matter... a balloon filled with air for Gas, a gold nugget as a solid and thermometer with liquid Mercury were the most notable. I assigned them the responsibility for getting together in their groups and doing a one page report on water in their form. Group ones were to research solid water, twos should find out about it as a liquid and threes were supposed to write about gas.

It was time for the last class. I got there early in the hopes of catching Penny before class and asking her to stay afterward so we could speak. But, she was nearly the last to arrive and came in just before start time. Penny's seat on the front row was reserved for her according to that unspoken rule of ownership, which students have. I started the class as I had the earlier one, by recording their Ideas on the white board. They had a similar list. Penny's contribution was acceleration in a vacuum. I couldn't help but notice that she was wearing a short denim skirt and tight tank top. She sat taking notes as she had the day before and did not seem as if anything had changed as a result of yesterday's encounter. She sat with her legs together and feet crossed at her ankles.

Penny's idea was not selected. Instead the class chose to do the three types of levers. I spent the rest of the class time going over that information in their text books. At the end of the class, I looked back at Penny. She was wearing red lipstick that made her white tank top glow. After dismissing the class, I looked up to catch her eye. She was still writing and slowly put her pencils and paper away. When most of the other students were gone, she reached under her desk to retrieve her book and spread her legs. I could see that she had on white panties and couldn't break my stare. Those familiar stirrings in my pants started again.

When Penny sat back in her seat, she did not close her legs. Instead, she reached around to get her raincoat from the back of her chair. Her legs spread further and her torso twisted to the side stretching her top tight across her chest. She did not appear to be wearing a bra and her dark brown nipples showed through. I haven't been to a strip club in several years, but the show she put on for me was as good as any that I had ever remembered watching. It was fortunate that my desk had a modesty panel because my hard-on was beginning to strain against my pants again.

I became aware that Penny was showing me her crotch intentionally when she turned back to the front and flashed a smile at me. She folded her jacket on top of her books and picked them off her desk. As she watched me gazing into her lap, she spread her legs further and I could see her cameltoe framed between her firm young thighs. My attempt to bend my prick to the side and hide it must have been apparent because her gaze dropped to the arm, which had disappeared beneath my desk.

Penny showed me that pleased smile again. "Mr. Long", she said. "I was wondering about Mechanical Advantage."

And, just like that, all the worries and fears from the previous 24 hours vanished. Her nonchalance about the event and her disarming innocence made me want to teach her more. So I started.

"Penny, it is simple. Shall I show you?"

"Uh huh. Would you?" She replied.

With my cock adjusted, I pushed my chair back and walked toward her. Her eyes studied my crotch as I walked. I took the seat next to her. She turned in her chair to face me as I sat. Her knees were together and her hands were clasped in her lap.

"Penny, I think you understand this one much better than you may know. Let me show you."

"Please do", she implored.

"OK. Hand me your books." As she turned to get them, her legs came apart and she flashed me again. She began removing the raincoat from the stack. As she reached to set it on the floor, I noticed that her nipples were pressing against her white top. Their prominence was unmistakable. She didn't seem to be the least bit self conscious about me looking at her feminine charms.

Once she handed me the books, I told her to straighten her legs. She pulled her knees together and pushed her feet out, toward me. Her skirt rode up her legs to where there was only about four inches of her thighs that were covered. Her tanned pink skin was creamy smooth and totally feminine. I stared long and hard at them wondering how they would feel to my touch.

Holding the stack with one hand, I lifted them onto her lap. My fingers brushed her leg as I placed them there. They were every bit as soft as they looked.

She had no problem holding her legs up. So, I moved them further out. At her knees she still had no difficulty. I asked her if she could feel the difference. She said, "A little bit."

I moved them just below her knees. Her face tightened as she felt the additional pressure being placed on her hips. She said, "I can feel it now."

So, I moved them right over her ankles. Penny grabbed the chair on each side of her legs to provide additional support. She was able to support them there, but her legs were taut under considerable strain. As she gripped the chair, her chest pushed forward and her prominent nipples poked out at me. She said, "I can really tell the difference there."

I looked from her chest to her lap and saw that her skirt had ridden up even further. Once again, I was staring at her white camel toed crotch. It was creased where it folded into her slit. The shape of the fold within her slit and the smoothness of her vulva left no doubt that she was as bald as a cueball down there. I could only imagine what it must feel like to be there.

Her thighs started to shake under the strain of holding the books so; I reached out to take them off her legs. Her left leg dropped just a bit and the stack fell to the floor.

My eyes were still on her crotch. She spread her legs instinctively as she attempted to catch the books. I could see that her panties were now almost transparent with moisture.

Penny relaxed her grip on the chair and lowered her feet to the floor. She did not attempt to push her skirt down as she bent forward to get the books. I went down to get them too. As I reached down to help her, I could smell her faint perfume. A thousand erotic feelings swept through my mind.

When our heads were at about the same height, she gave me a sweet kiss on the cheek that caught me by surprise. I was stunned. This woman/child was taking me to a place that I had never been before and wasn't sure I should go. I had to get a grip on the situation.

She took the books from my hand and sat back upright. Her exposed thighs, protruding nipples and lusty perfume assailed my senses. The sweet spot on my cheek felt like it had been touched by an angel. It was all too unexpected and had been so long ago forgotten, that I couldn't say a thing.

Penny sensed my weakness and took charge of the situation. "Mr. Long, you are the best teacher I have ever had. I hope you will continue giving me lessons."

I looked into her searching eyes. She really was lovely. The words that came out did nothing to put the budding relationship aside. "Sure. But these really are simple concepts, that you could easily get from your book."

Penny said, "I'd love to learn more today, but I have to go to work." With a smile, she pulled her legs together and stood up. Her skirt hid her thighs once again and I began to gain some control. When she stepped behind her desk, she bent over and reached for her raincoat on the floor. Once again her weight shifted and her butt swung back to maintain her center of gravity. This time, there was no mistake about the panties. The small triangle was wet! A thin white string appeared from between her cheeks when she bent. It hid her butt hole but little else. Either side of that were tan lines, which showed that she owned a very skimpy bathing suit that did not cover her cheeks. She seemed to pause overlong in that position as if to let me see all that I wanted to see.

A Physique for Physics (pt. 3)

The rest of the week went about the same. I gave the pop quiz to the advanced class and found that some had blown off the assignment but most had actually gone to the internet to study. The general science class moved from matter to mass.

In the Intro to Physics classes, we discussed designs for our class experiments. Penny had a question for me each day. Thursday it was acceleration due to gravity. I had her sit in her chair once again. As she dropped two items of differing mass, she observed that they hit the ground at the same time. She dropped two quarters, then two books then, a quarter and a book at the same time. In every case, she bent over to pick them up while exposing her uncovered breasts beneath the loose blouse she was wearing. By the third drop, she was well aware that I was looking at her titties. And made sure I got a good show. I was getting so incensed with the open display of her charms that I really looked forward to designing more experiments that would give her the opportunity.

On Friday, she asked about why all the laws dealing with speed or acceleration mentioned vacuums. I tried to explain that it involved friction due to the presence of air. She sat in her seat with a skirt on and gave me a great shot of her lacy red panties. Penny told me that she would have to see it, to understand it completely. I told her that we would have to go to the Advanced Physics lab to actually see it. However, it was booked this afternoon and that we couldn't get in. I would arrange for us to get in Monday. She looked perturbed and said that she was looking forward to the lesson. With that, she stood up, flashed her bare butt with its red g-string as she picked up her books, and walked away. At the door she said, "I have to work, but you enjoy your weekend."

I closed the classroom behind her and went to the laundra-mat to wash my clothes for next week's use. There was a young couple and an older lady there. The woman sat quietly at the front of the room reading. The young couple found two seats in the back, half hidden by the sorting table. They were kissing and making out I am sure, but I didn't dare stare. They appeared to be not much older than my students.

I leaned against the dryer and watched my clothes being washed. Then, against the washer as they dried. Self examination was in full force. I questioned when had my daughter and my wife began sharing lovers? Had my wife always led a secret life? Had she always used me as a security blanket? What was I doing here, where I knew no one? Why was I allowing myself to be drawn in by a young girl's charm? So lost in thought was I that it didn't seem to take long for the clothes to be ready for folding.

When I carried the first load of shirts back to the folding table, the young couple sat up, straightened their clothing and watched. I tried not to look at them, but the young girl's dark Spanish heritage had given her beautiful brown skin and a voluptuous figure that showed in her tight shirt and blue jeans. I imagined how hot and wet she must be after being felt up and kissed for over an hour. I had to do something to get my mind off young girls or I would be one of those perverts that had their pictures in the local newspaper.

I finished my laundry and decided to look for a liquor store to get some rum and wine. I was going to drink myself to sleep tonight.

The only one I knew about was located next to Walmart. It was a little mom and pop store with a drive-up window and two parking spaces out front. It looked so out of place perched here next to the front entrance to the giant retail. The owner obviously had held out against much deeper pockets in an attempt to keep his little piece of the American dream. The remainder of the block was covered with asphalt and the building, that bore the giant retailer's name. I parked in one of the open spaces and went inside.

The old southern gentleman inside was watching a fishing show on the little TV behind the counter. All the expensive liquor was behind the counter. I asked him for some Bacardi Gold and a good bottle of Chardonnay. He told me that he didn't carry the expensive wines because most of his customers didn't buy it. Then he said, "Why don't you do like all those other snooty connoisseurs do and just go on over to Walmart and buy it?"

I could feel the distaste in his statement but told him, "I guess I will have to." The sad thing about this was that here was a perfect example of the conflict between the force of mass and the determination of the human spirit.. a topic that all the Physics Classes in the world were ill equipped to explain. I paid and left him to catch some largemouth with Johnny Morris....

As I walked into the small Walmart, I was reflecting on the events of the day. Nothing was further from my mind than the familiar voice that greeted me with "Welcome to Walmart."

A Physique for Physics (pt. 4)

Penny was standing right inside the door. She was wearing a pair of black slacks and a white shirt under the button covered blue Walmart smock. Even this outfit did not detract from her budding beauty.

There were three guys in front of me that she had just greeted. When she saw me, she lost the bored look on her face and smiled that sexy smile of hers once again. I said, "Thank you Penny."

She replied, "Mr. Long, I haven't seen you here before. Are you looking for something special?"

That question gave me a pause. Penny, I am looking for a chance to love you like no one else ever has. Penny, I am looking to unbutton that shirt and suck on your titties until your nipples are so hard they throb. Penny, I am looking to pull those pants of yours down and taste your sweetness until you squirm. Penny, I am looking to throw that smock down and use it as a blanket on which I would teach you just how good it feels to have a hard cock slowly and tenderly open your young pussy to the pleasures of sex.... But, it was only a pause... I cleared my throat and my head and told her instead, "Penny, I am looking for a bottle of wine."

She grinned and said, "You're in luck. I am normally a stocker and know where everything is at in this store! Today, I'm working Customer Assistance. Wine is on Aisle 16, next to the pop." The look she gave me showed me just how proud she was to tutor her teacher, for a change!

As I walked on, I could feel the warmth in my crotch. Just the thought of Penny was making me horny. I was definitely going to drink myself to sleep tonight. My wine selection made, I picked up some Coke for my rum and headed back toward the front of the store and Penny.

As I approached the door, Penny's eyes met mine. She shook her head and said, "Don't forget Mr. Long, we are supposed to do a vacuum experiment Monday." A page for someone to come to the Pet Supplies Department nearly drowned out my reply. She said, "That is me, I have to go. You have a great weekend."

I went home to make myself a drink...............

At about 10 O-clock Saturday morning, I shook myself out of bed. My head was splitting and it was hot in the house. I swallowed a couple of aspirins and rummaged through the kitchen to find something to eat. Crackers and cheese filled the bill as I struggled to get my head screwed on straight. Eventually, my sanity returned. On my list this weekend was mowing the lawn and washing the last traces of Midwestern dust off my pick-up. With only a tenuous grasp on my senses, I decided to wash the truck first.

Dressed only in a pair of cutoff's and old tennis shoes, I backed the truck onto the sunny concrete pad behind the house and set to work. It had been a long time since I had hand washed a vehicle. It felt good to do some physical work in the hot sun again. It took my mind off my problems. I got lost in the tasks of bug and tar removal, wheel and tire scrubbing, and hand washing. The warm late August sun on my untanned skin raised a sweat in a hurry. It drove me to work harder and think less and less. I was beginning to sample the joy of mindless work.

The application of force through distance was the technical definition of work. The more force I applied or distance my movements made, the more energy I expended. The more work I did, the more I sweated. Evaporation of the sweat was a cooling process. But another incontrovertible rule of physics was at work too. The humid air was saturated with water and prevented much relief from evaporation. Sweat began to run down my face and upper body....

"Mr. Long, you're looking mighty hot!"

I heard it in my subconscious first. My thoughts moved from physics to biology in a hurry. Why couldn't I get my mind off Penny? What was it about this young teaser that made me want to throw away a lifetime of social etiquette, for just one chance to screw her senseless?

"MR. LONG, ARE YOU OK?"

I turned to see if it was just a daydream.

Behind me, stood Penny. Our eyes met as I focused on the real world once again. Hers were bright and inquisitive as always. She wore a lime green stretch top and white bike riding shorts. She stood easily with one foot on the ground, the other on a pedal and her hands were on the handlebars of her bicycle.

"Good Morning, Penny. I thought you had to work." I said it without even thinking. My hung-over mind wasn't going to be able to think too fast this morning.

She stepped off her bike and answered. "I don't go in until 5:00 this evening. This morning I am just out for a ride and came by here, first. I live just up the road by the church. I thought this might be where you lived."

I looked her over as she pushed her bike into my yard through the opening in the hedges and sat it on the kickstand. Her tanned legs were toned and tight. From her shorty socks to the top of her thighs they were perfect. Where the hem of her shorts bit into her thigh, there was barely a crease. Her midriff was bare and I could see her wasp thin waist. Her stretch top was not padded and did little to keep her nipples from pointing at me like fingers. I felt a familiar stirring in my cutoffs.

I must have been staring at her tits for quite a while because when I finally made it to her face, she was standing right in front of me. "Would you like some help washing your truck?"

I snapped out of my stupor. "Sorry Penny. I am not thinking too fast this morning. I think I must have had a little too much to drink last night. You said you lived..."

She cut me off. "I live in house at the end of the road, right beside the church. My dad is the minister there."

That sobered me up. Had I been wrong about her motives? Was she really just so innocent that she didn't know what she was doing to me? Any interest my groin had shown immediately evaporated at the thought. I told her, "Imagine that. We are neighbors! It's a small world. Isn't it?"

"Yes. But I like it here, we used to live in a much bigger town and I didn't have any friends except the people at church. Here everyone is friendly and of course, I met you. Do you want me to rinse or scrub?"

I wish I could think a little faster but my mind was still numb from the Preacher Kid thoughts... and the hangover. I couldn't think of a single other come back except, "RINSE, I'll scrub." She took the hose from my hand and went to the side to start rinsing off the front tire. Her pert ass filled the stretch shorts perfectly. I could not see a panty line. When she bent, they creased and folded into her young snatch. I took a couple of swipes at the headlight without taking my eyes off her. I could just imagine how sweet and tight her pussy must be.

She continued working her way down the side of the truck, rinsing it off as she went. Her breasts rose and fell as she raised and lowered the spray nozzle. Her ass cheeks lifted and lowered with every step that she took. And when she bent over to rinse the rear tire, I got another look at her creased crotch. She never looked back to see what I was doing. My eyes never left her, I watched her every move. My cock was dangerously close to poking its way out of the waist of my cut offs. This was pure lust driven torture!

I had to get something else on my mind, so I turned to wash the grill. I don't know if there was a single bug on it. My hands just scrubbed it mindlessly. My vision was still captivated by her body, my thoughts were still spinning around the dilemma. Could I actually have sex with a woman this young? Would her bible-toting heritage keep her from actually doing it? Am I willing to risk my job and any potential career? A cold spray of water cascading over the hood brought me out of it.

I stood up with a start. I could see her through the truck windshield. Her green top soaked with water was cut off from my view below her titties, by the tailgate. She looked up at me and saw that I was looking at them. Without a word, she turned the hose on her chest and sprayed her nipples. I knew then that all my inhibitions were cast aside.

I looked around and saw that we were obscured from view by the hedges, threw the rag on the hood and walked around to her. She was not surprised and deliberately dropped the hose. When I reached for her, she pressed into my arms. It was the first time we had touched, knowing for sure that we wanted each other.

I kissed her long and deep. Her small lips and mine were attracted like the opposite poles of magnets. She opened her mouth to receive my tongue. It was as if she knew just how urgent my need was. As we exchanged kisses, she pressed her body against me, melting every inch of her shape into mine. She had to have felt my raging hard-on but, didn't seem to mind. It was all I could do to keep from throwing her down right there and screwing her silly!

One of my hands dropped to her butt. It seemed that for so long I had ached to feel it. For so long it had been forbidden. For so long, I had craved just one feel. Now, I had it in my grasp.

I can't describe how passion took over and guided me through the next few minutes. It just did. I ran my hands over every inch of her ass. It was perfect... firm, smooth and tight. I just couldn't stop kneading it. I might have gone on all day if she hadn't started feeling my balls through the leg of my cutoffs. Her touch was tentative at first. She was just using the tips of her fingers. But it didn't take long before she had them well in hand. I felt my dick straining against the hard inside surface of my zipper. Much more of this and I was going to abrade the skin off of it. I had to get my shorts off.

I shook the last of the moths out of my mind. She was the only thing that mattered now. I gave her one last long deep probe with my tongue and broke the kiss.

Penny opened her eyes. The look was filled with lust. I knew she was ready too. When I nodded toward the door of the house, she turned immediately. The hand that had been on my balls grabbed my waistband. She didn't have to tug hard. I followed her toward the door. The difference in our ages didn't seem to matter any more.

Once inside I grabbed her and pulled her toward me. Lust was running rampant in my loins and I had to have some relief. She came to me willingly and slipped her hand inside of my waistband. The feel of her soft wet hand brought an involuntary thrust that impaled her hand. The feel of her damp young titties pressing against my bare chest, her hand in my pants and years of frustration combined to make me so horny I went on autopilot. Only lust filled my mind. I have a theory about the male mind that relates to a physical law learned so long ago. Two items cannot occupy the same space at the same time. And the one with the most mass will be the most difficult to move. My lust was so massive at that moment that it wasn't about to budge!

She pulled her torso away just enough to allow her to access my zipper with her other hand. I waited until she had it down before I grabbed her titties with mine. They were as ripe and firm as they seemed. Their globular shape just filled my palms. Her nipples felt like erasers beneath my thumbs. The sensation of her hands freeing my dick caused another involuntary hip thrust. She took that as a signal to start stroking.

I looked at her face. Her eyes were cast downward. She was studying every move she made on my dick like she had never done it before. Her ministrations told me otherwise. She had one hand underneath cupping my balls the other was stroking it long and soft. There was no question that her nipples were responding to my touch.

Penny's curiosity must have gotten the best of her. She unbuttoned my cutoffs as she began dropping to her knees. I stepped out of the shorts and lifted her top as she dropped. I wanted to see her tits. To see, how big her aureoles were. To see, how her nipples stood out from them. To see, what I wanted so badly to nurse.

I was not disappointed. She had small puffy brown aureoles and nipples that popped out of them like raisins. They were absolutely perfect in every sense of the word.

I leaned against the door as she knelt. Her eyes were glued to the head of my dick. My hands left her chest and reached for her head. When they made contact, she looked up and said, "Mr. Long, I am not sure what comes next. This is a far as I have ever been."

A Physique for Physics (pt. 5)

I heard it... but it didn't register..

The whole range of emotions ran through my mind. Lust was chief among them. But, loneliness, guilt, intrigue, protection, all of the feelings and thoughts of the past week flew by. I guess I had to flush them through before I could think clearly. Then it clicked. Her green eyes were studying me, searching for clues. Mine affixed on them like an auto-focus lens...

"Penny..." I said very deliberately. "If you don't want to go on, we can stop here."

She replied just as intentionally, "Mr. Long, I want to know. I have to know. I want you to show me."

I swallowed my thoughts and the next lesson began...

Without another word, she lowered her face to the lesson in her hands. Her lips just touched the tip at first. It felt like she had dipped it in hot water. Her kiss was soft and tentative, But, led to a tentative sucking smooch with her tongue licking around the tip. Her throat uttered an involuntary "ummmm" that seemed to have arisen from deep in her bosom. I could feel the vibrations through her lips.

I lowered one hand. The first touch of her breasts was perfect. Her puffy aureole was spongy soft but its prominent nipple pressed firmly into my fingertips.

Her tongue wrapped around and instinctively pointed its tip into the hole at the very top. I felt like she was going to map out every speck of it, this way. She did not think differently. Her tongue followed the contour of my protruding head from the front to the back then up the crease and into the slit again. She was feeling her way around her first cock and was enjoying every single sensation. She "ummmmmmed" again.

Cupping her entire breast, I could feel how soft and tender it was. It yielded begrudgingly to my fingers. I watched as she continued her study from the tip to the base of my shaft. She licked and nibbled with her lips all over the top. Then began sinuously licking up the underside. Her pointed tongue pressed in until she could feel the blood pulsing beneath the skin. Each time she cut off the circulation, I felt a pause. Each time that she let up, I felt a pulse. Such sensations as those can never be adequately described.

She began massaging my balls with her fingertips. Her other hand moved my dick around so that her tongue could work its way where she wanted it to go. If she had never told me, I wouldn't have known that this was her first day in kindergarten. I can only surmise that, her instincts and curiosity pooled experience from countless generations of lusty ladies in her family's past. For there was never, in MY experience, a blowjob like she was administering.

Her nipple was beginning to firm up. It made its presence felt between my fingers. The trail of her tongue soon led to my balls. She wanted to study them too. I did not shave there, but I had trimmed the hair with scissors. I hated the way long hair got caught in my shorts when I had a hard on. (And, I'd had a lot of those lately.) Pressing first one of them and then the other back into their sockets fascinated her. She must have repeated it a dozen times. It made me throb all-the-more. My pent-up sperm was aching for the semester to end and grades to be issued!

Her nipple was at full attention. I changed hands and replaced the one behind her head with the one that still felt her nipples presence. Her other nipple was already excited. I did not have to caress it to bring it to attention. I could feel it sitting in the front row with my first touch. I caressed the back of her neck with my other hand to let her know all was OK. She sucked one testicle into her mouth and bathed it with her tongue. Another "ummmmmm" followed. I finally understood what my friends meant when they talked about getting a hummer! It transmitted through my body like a flash of lightning through an electric grid. She did the same with the other.

I could not take a lot more of that. She seemed to understand and tongue crawled back to the tip. Once there, she opened her lips and pressed them over the head. Her tongue swabbed the oversensitive helmet. With each pass over the tip, she increased her suction. I think every nerve ending in my body had been rerouted to that spot. I felt little else. She went for more. As she engulfed another inch of my shaft, it became difficult for her to lick the tip. Her tongue found its way to the underside again. As she sucked, she probed there. Her hand was squeezing in tempo with her mouth. I don't think there was a single thing I could have taught her that would have improved the sensation. Not one motion was out of place. She was learning as she went, I just hoped she would never forget.

When Penny had taken all she could comfortably, she moved back slightly. It opened up her throat and reduced her gag reflex. She withdrew her mouth and licked the tip one more time. Then she swallowed and took me back into her mouth. Just as I felt her throat constrict, she pushed past it. Once there, she buried it deep into her warm, wet throat. I had never had a woman do that before. Not even close.

She stopped and felt the pulses going up and down her tongue as my dick throbbed against it. She seemed to be savoring every sensation, the feel, the heat, the taste, and the smell; while she held it frozen in place. Then she said "UMMMMMMMM". She went from kindergarten to graduate school with that move. And I went from teacher to College President, too. I wanted to give her a degree...

She had really shown me what a hummer was. I had to have release. My hand left her breast and I tried to pull her head back. At first, her sucking lips struggled to hold it in. Slowly but deliberately, she gave in to my direction. I withdrew it to so that just the head was in her mouth. Her tongue swabbed it once more. And she looked up.

I caught her eye and nodded in approval. "Penny, we will study more of that later. I have another lesson that I think you will enjoy. Do you want to learn more?"

She released it from her mouth and said, "Mr. Long, I want to know it all."

A gentle lift on her head signaled her to stand up. I directed her mouth to mine. Her kiss was much more intense now. She sucked my tongue in and began probing back with her own. The taste of my sex was in her mouth. The smoothness of her tongue made me shudder with anticipation. I had to make a change quick or I would go off. So, I ended the kiss and gently backed her away. As I glanced down her young ripe body, I reached for her top. She automatically raised her arms so I could slip it over her head. I pulled it up and dropped it on the floor. It was time for nursery school.

Her nipples were at just the right height for access when I knelt. My lips met the first one just as her hands dropped to my neck. She pulled me toward her. I sucked her nipple in. It tasted so sweet. Her soapy smell was clean and natural. The flavor was a pure delight. Nursing it became my only immediate goal in life.

The firm texture of her nipple and dimpled puffy areole were in stark contrast to the satin smooth surface of her breast. My tongue read every little bump on them like a page from an erotic Braille novel. She responded with a moan that told me she liked having them read.

I put my hands on her ass once more as I turned my attention to the second tit. Her butt felt so firm under the stretch shorts. Her second breast was every bit as delicious as the first. She was breathing deeply and pressing her chest into my face. It seemed like forever that I nursed there and rubbed her cheeks. But, at last, I stopped. Nursery school was over. It was time for a little Adult Education.

She leaned back and looked down. Her eyes were nearly closed in lust. Her mouth was half open so she could catch her breath. I knew she was ready now, so I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her shorts. The fabric was tight but gave way to my tug. They started moving downward. As they lowered, more of her abdomen came into view. She had such lovely tanned skin.

As the waistband approached her butt, the pressure increased. I was wondering if they might rip. Then, she made a move that tightened her rump, pushed her mound toward me and gave her pants enough slack that they slid down. In the front, I could just start to see the top edge of her bikini tan line. Her pink skin was even more stimulating than her tan. A bit lower and the first of her brown pubic hairs appeared. She was sparsely populated and had not yet shaved there. I could see her mound clearly beneath the pubes. It was like watching the sunrays flow over a beautiful landscape as a cloud passes out of its way. Beneath that was a beautiful pair of outer labias that were completely hairless and glistening with dew. The sight that was being revealed to me is imprinted, as a backdrop, into every thought I have of Penny to this very day.

A Physique for Physics (pt. 6)

An oval throw rug covered the floor. My instincts told me to drop her right there and just stick it in. But something deep inside of me knew she deserved so much more...

Penny wasn't wearing panties. So when she stepped out of the shorts, she was totally naked except for her tennis shoes. She kicked them off as I led her to the center of the rug. Her eyes searched me up and down. She seemed to be looking for any hint of what came next. I left her there and could feel her eyes on my bare butt as I moved to the bed. When I got there, she started to follow. I put up my hand to tell her, "Whoa."

The pillows retrieved, I moved back to her. One, two, I dropped them on the rug. The first behind her, the second I placed at her feet. My knees landed there next. She got the idea and spread her feet about shoulder width apart. From here, I could see her firm ribbed pussy lips peeking out from her labial crease. They looked like they were pouting and waiting for attention. It was time for the Advanced Class.

My first touch felt nothing less than marvelous. Her triangle of pubic hair was so soft. It was very fine and formed a silky net that made my finger believe it had landed in cotton. I placed my forefinger on her mons pubis. It protruded like a pitchers mound above her flat torso. Her flesh compressed only slightly to my touch as I traced a path across it to the crease of her left thigh. I love the feel of the soft skin inside of a woman's thigh and Penny's was incredibly so. She wasn't the least bit tense. However, she was certainly moist.

I followed the path to the bottom of her slit then crossed over it to the crease on the right side. I was really taking in the heat, the wetness and the feel of her young sex. On one side of my touch was her smooth thigh. On the other lay the silky softness of her pussy. It was slightly moist and yielded easily to my fingers.

Having only touched her this way far exceeded anything that I would have dreamed about just a week ago. But, the touch just made me want more. My next move was to lay my index finger upon the whole of her slit. The tip barely touched the back of her opening. Her small clit pressed into the joint with my hand. I pulled that finger slowly upward. Her firm lips rippled as the roughness of my finger passed over them. When the only things touching were my fingertip and her clit. I pressed down a little bit. She tensed and moved her hips in response. Class was indeed in session..

I stuck out my tongue and zeroed in on her clit. It had swollen and was now becoming visible beneath its hood. As I neared it, her sweet aroma inundated my every pore. Her sweaty body did not smell strong like mine. Rather like fresh spring rain. I reached for her hips I wanted so much to just drive my face into her crotch and drink.

Tip to tip, tongue to clit. The first contact was electric. She breathed in a gasp. The movement relocated her pussy just enough that the foreskin on her clit opened beneath my tongue. I could feel the smooth marble of her maidenhead pop through. It was perfect. I pressed harder. The fleshy hood peeled back and exposed her whole clitoral bulb. It was firm and yet soft. I rolled it under my tongue for a bit. She started to squirm and placed her hands behind my head. There was no doubt, that she found this lesson plan agreeable.

I sucked her little marble into my lips. I had no prior reference frame for the taste. She was just incredibly sweet and exuded a pheromone that kept me from even considering a sabbatical. I knew right then that I was establishing a basis for future sessions that would make me swoon every time I devised a lesson plan for Penny. Her taste and smell connected directly with every signal that was coming and going from my brainstem.

I really don't know how long I sucked on her clit and tickled its tip with my tongue. But, when I finally took a breath, she was mashing my face into her crotch and hunching me so hard, her knees were trembling. When I let up, she uncovered one of my ears with her hands enough I could hear her say. ".... op. Mr. Long.. Don't St..". The sound went away again and she pulled my face into her wet, hot little pussy once more.

The next part of the lesson plan included an assault on her slit. I stuck out my tongue as far as I could and laid it flat across her entire pussy. Its tip was just long enough to touch the back. My top lips dug into the top of her clit. I began to suck. She pressed her pubic mound into my face hard. Penny was really beginning to get the hang of this. I could tell that this involved more instinct than a plan because, every move was in tune to her needs.

When I folded my tongue lengthwise and pinched her labial lips in it, she lunged at me again. I repeated the motion several times. With each, she reacted the same. It seemed that every move I made was exactly right because she reacted in perfect synch with each. I readjusted my hands on her ass.

The first touch of my fingertip on her inner thigh made her spread her knees a little further. It must have been terribly uncomfortable to stand like that. Because she still had her knees only shoulder width apart. But, she was sending me a signal that I connected with instantly. My fingertips reached for her flesh. They began pulling her thighs open from the rear. It did the trick. She lunged once more, when beneath my tongue; her slit opened just a crack. For the first time, the tip of a tongue slipped inside of Penny's pink virginal slit.

Knowing how special that moment was, I wanted to make sure she remembered it. I pressed it up inside as far as it would go and brought it forward. When I reached the front of her pussy, I rolled the tip into her clitoral stem. The firmness was incredible. It felt like I was pressing into pure muscle. I stopped and sucked on her clit while I probed at its base with my tongue. Wiggling the tip of my tongue from side to side, I worked my way up the stem to the marble head once more. The flavor and the smell of her sex were overpowering all other senses.

Penny's knees were really shaking now. When I released her pussy from my mouth, to gasp for a breath, she nearly fell. But, my hands on her thighs and her grip on my head steadied her. I dove in for more. It was time for this lesson to be summarized.

I moved my left hand over her ass cheek so that I could hold it in my palm, like a softball. It was exactly where I wanted it, when I buried my tongue in her slit once more. A long deep lick of her slit brought more of her incredible feminine juices to my mouth. The lesson plan now called for lapping it front to back in deep rapid strokes. With each, she lunged and pulled me where she wanted me. As I sped up, she did too.

When I thought she couldn't take it anymore, I gripped her petite ass tight and lowered the tip of my index finger onto her rosy butt hole. That was all it took. She slammed my face into her pussy and pressed down onto my finger at the same time. Her hamstrings pulled taut and I got the best face fucking of my life.

She couldn't hold still. She banged her pussy into my mouth and her tiny balloon knot against my finger.... over and over again. There was no pause as her orgasm swept over her. I knew the signals; I just lacked a previous frame of reference. For my face had never been so directly attached to a woman when she had as huge an orgasm as Penny did. However, there was no question about what had happened when she started to flow. A honey-thick, liquid flowed onto my tongue. It was thicker than saliva and so much sweeter than her natural taste. Even without a reference frame, I knew what it was instantly. I didn't want to swallow. I wanted to savor the taste forever. The Advanced Class had passed the mid term exam.

A Physique for Physics (pt. 7)

I didn't have to try too hard to keep my tongue in her quim. Penny had my face pinned against her crotch so tightly that there was no way I was going to move it. The flavor that was oozing out of her kept my tongue from relaxing either. I am not sure how long it lasted but I do remember that it nearly drove me out of my mind. The ferocity with which she climaxed left no opportunity for dwelling on starting or stopping points.

Gradually her spasms began to subside. Her ass relaxed first. I could feel the pressure decrease on my finger. Then, the tendons, which had captured my face so completely, lost tension. I took one last good long lick up her juicy slit. Her tight latex-like lips yielded a few drops more. When I finished the stroke her hands loosened around my head.

Her knees were still weak. I could feel Penny reaching inside for the strength to remain afoot. I stood up without letting go of her ass. Her hands moved to my upper arms where she grabbed my biceps for support. I could still feel the faint tremble in her body. When our eyes met she said, "Mr. Long, that is the first time I ever did that with anything other than my fingers."

I asked her, "How did it feel?"

She replied, "That was the most intense feeling of pleasure that I have ever had. I never knew that it could be that good." Her gaze was locked upon my eyes as she searched for a hint about what I thought.

I told her that she would have many more of these but, the first really intense one would always be her favorite. I remember mine as if it had just happened. However, I did not go into it. The time was right to end this lesson and let her get ready for work.

I watched as she slipped on her clothes. Her tight body filled them very well. The top was nearly dry now and did not show her nipples quite as much. So lost was I in watching her dress I forgot that I was still standing there with a hard-on. She did not and began to look at it as soon as she slipped the top over her head. The look of lust laid just below the surface. However, she sensed that I did not want to go any further today. "Mr. Long, don't you want to have some pleasure too?" She asked.

Something inside me told me that I shouldn't go any further today. So I said, "Penny, I know that I said we would do it later. But, I want this moment to be about you and will wait for mine."

She reached down and wrapped her soft warm hand around my cock again. Her touch threatened to get the best of me. I began to rethink my decision to wait. She bent down and licked my purple pulsing head, then gave it a kiss. But, I could not let it go on. I pushed her back.

With one last flick of her tongue, she gave up on coaxing me to cum and this lesson ended.

Following her to the front door, I couldn't help but study her shapely backside. Was I nuts? She was less than half my age. The most sensually charged moment in memory had just occurred, and I didn't even get off. My life had changed so much in the past week. Every moment that I spent with Penny seemed to whisk it further and further away from where it had been.

As I watched her mount her bike, I couldn't help but think, "Wouldn't I love to have her sitting on my face instead?" She looked at me standing in the doorway wearing only my tennis shoes. From toe to head she scanned my body. "Mr. Long, don't forget our lesson on Monday." I shook my head to acknowledge that I wouldn't.

The remainder of the weekend was uneventful. I finished washing the truck, mowed the yard, laid around in the shade and drank some rum and Coke. I had a lot to think about.

Monday seemed to never arrive. But, once it did, the day went pretty fast. Each class advanced a little bit along the paths I had chosen for them. Penny sat in the front row again. She was wearing a pleated plaid skirt and a loose white cotton blouse. I noticed that she kept one hand in her lap throughout the class. I am glad she did, my woody popped up the instant she entered the room. I barely remember what we discussed because the recurring vision of her perfect little pussy was in the forefront of every thought that I had. I do remember that I taught it entirely from behind my desk!

When class was over, I handed her the key to the Advanced Physics Lab and told her I would be there in a moment. She took it with a smile and walked out of the door. I folded my hard-on out of the way and closed the classroom for the day. On the way to the lab, I passed the Science Department Dean. He acknowledged me with a nod and walked on. It made me wonder what would happen to me if I got caught alone with Penny....?

When I walked into the lab, Penny was sitting on a lab table against the wall that the entry door was in. She had her legs crossed above the knee and a good deal of her thighs were exposed. I locked the door and dropped the shade. The glass vacuum chamber and pump were in a cabinet nearby. Without losing sight of her creamy smooth thighs, I managed to retrieve them and place both on the counter next to her. She watched as I connected the apparatus. When I looked up, she was staring straight in my eyes.

"Mr. Long, I really don't understand how something as light as a feather and something as heavy as a coin can fall at the same speed." Said she.

I iterated, "The law is that acceleration due to gravity acts the same on all bodies regardless of mass or size." She shook her head to let me know that she knew what the law said but had that look which told me she didn't really understand. I fished in my pocket for a coin. A quarter rolled into my grasp. Now to find a feather?

I asked Penny if she had a handkerchief. She said, "No." Then reached into her school bag and pulled out a lacy white pair of her panties. Holding them out in front of my face, she gave me that innocent schoolgirl look and continued, "Will these do?"

My smile must have beamed like the moon when I replied, "Rather nicely I think." Our eyes met in knowing agreement. "Now Penny, I want you to hold this Quarter and those panties at the same height. Then drop them at exactly the same time."

She took the quarter and brought both hands right in front of her face. I stepped directly into her line of sight and nodded my head. She released them. As they fell, Penny uncrossed her legs and leaned forward to watch their descent. The quarter dropped directly to the floor. The panties fluttered a little as they fell and landed just perceptibly later.

I bent over to pick them up. As I went down, Penny exclaimed, "Did you see that?" Simultaneously, I got a glimpse of her spread thighs. The panties which she had just dropped were the ones she was supposed to be wearing! Her fuzzy little beaver mound was clearly visible beneath her pleated skirt. I almost stopped and dove face-first into it.

Raising back up, I smiled back and said, "Yes. And it is lovely."

Her cheeks flushed and she said, "Mr. Long, I meant, did you see the quarter hit first!"

It was my turn to blush. "I am sorry Penny, but yes, I saw that too." We both chuckled over that one.

"Now Penny, lets try it in the vacuum." I placed the panties and the quarter in the chamber. While the pump was evacuating the air, I reached down to re-arrange my hard-on. Having it pressed against my zipper was beginning to create an ache. Penny watched as I did. When I finished, she leaned forward and kissed me on the cheek. She smelled so softly feminine that, it was all I could do to keep from grabbing her into my arms and giving her a long deep wet kiss. The pump beeped. It was time to complete the experiment.

I turned the chamber on end and the objects inside slid to one end. Penny watched intently. When I flipped the chamber from end to end, they dropped. It was hard to tell if they fell at the same speed or not because the quarter was entangled in the panties. I shook them up to separate them out and repeated the experiment again. Still, no luck. The panties and the quarter just seemed to get ensnared. I told her that, "I have never used panties before. The normal way to do this demonstration is with a feather. I'll see if I can locate one."

She watched as I rummaged through the drawers looking for a feather. There had to be one, it was a basic experiment that every Freshman Science Class conducted. But, again I was having no luck. Penny spoke up. "Mr. Long. I don't have a feather but I do have one of these."

In her hand she held a silver packet. A condom. Again, my cock lurched to attention. I completely lost interest in finding the feather and returned to the table where she sat. As I drew near her, she bit the corner of the package and tore it. Once opened, she fished it out and held it up with her fingertips. It had been a long time since I had seen a prophylactic. There was no need for one in my marriage because my wife had a tubal ligation as soon as our daughter was born to prevent pregnancy. And of course, I hadn't had sex with anyone else since before we were married. I thought, "Can I even remember how to put one on?"

When she handed it to me, I fully intended to conduct the experiment with it. But, she asked, "Will it fit on your long cock?"

Those were the only words we spoke before I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her to me. She wasn't wearing a bra and her firm breasts pressed against my chest. Her legs wrapped around me and she pulled her pelvis to the front edge of the lab table. It was the perfect height for us to mash our sex organs together. We embraced and began to kiss.

Her mouth opened eagerly to receive my tongue. I poked it inside and began to feel her tongue with it. She breathed deeply and pushed back. One of her arms was around my shoulder. The other one dropped to my butt to pull me into her, even tighter. Her breathing quickened a bit.

The urgency of her kiss and the way that she was squeezing my butt told me that she was already horny. I pressed my groin away to oblige her needs. She removed her hand from my ass and lifted her skirt. I could see that her little pussy slit was already glistening in the well-lit classroom. The hand that held the rubber went toward her. I intended to press her back on the table. She understood, but opened my hand and took it from me.

As she reclined, I lifted her feet and placed them over my shoulders. From my vantage point, the view was nothing short of extraordinary. Disappearing from my field of vision on either side was her shapely firm calves. Her converging thighs led my eye to her mink covered mound. Beneath that were her firm ribbed lips. I just had to give her a kiss, right there.

My lips pressed in upon her thin fur. With just intuition to guide me, I searched out her pussy lips. They were right where I expected them and felt like rubber bands.. I gave her the softest sweetest kiss that I could provide. She gave a sigh of appreciation. The smell of her pussy was slightly stronger than the day before. I guessed it was because she hadn't washed since she left home this morning. It was still sweet, just a bit stronger. But, the taste was marvelous. I asked her if she liked that.

She shook her head yes and said, "I have been wanting you to do that since I left your house. I had to take my panties off in second hour so I could rub the ache all day."

That told me why her fragrance was stronger than before. "Ahhh yes, I noticed that your hands were in your lap throughout the whole class."

"Mr. Long, I have rubbed on my pussy all day. Please show me again how to ease the ache."

A Physique for Physics (pt. 8)

And so I did. I licked her pussy like a cat lapping milk. I took small soft surface swipes that teased and smoothed her labial lips. She crossed her feet behind my shoulders and pulled me in.

Her taste and smell were so intoxicating that I could have continued with just that motion forever. But, she wanted much more. As her love button hardened, it became the obvious focus. I turned my attention to it. The tip of my tongue found it and fell in lust. It was almost an autonomic reflex to begin small circular orbits. I began running around and around the base of it. When at the top, digging into her mound and pressing it down. At the bottom, feeling the frictionless smoothness of it as the rough surface of my tongue slid past. She began to breath deeper with every few passes that I made.

My thumb replaced my tongue as I worked down toward her virginal slit. Her clit was such a hard nub, that I had no problem finding it. Her pussy was so tight, I had to roll my tongue into a tube to penetrate her slit for a taste of her preliminary fluids. But once I did, I dropped a hand to my crotch. My hard-on zinged against my zipper. Freedom was the only answer it would take. So I granted it. Unbuttoned and unzipped, my slacks fell to the floor. Now it was easy to slip down the waistband of my briefs and let it out.

What a relief. I could now concentrate on the focus of all the physical laws of the universe. LUST... a force stronger than electromagnetism pulled my face into her crotch... PHEROMONES... a compound more universal than gravity made me want to eat her pussy... DESIRE... a compelling force greater than kinetic energy drove my tongue into her slit... Penny's pussy was a graduate course in the most basic of all rules of physics... matter can neither be created or destroyed, but only changed in form... And so I became the catalyst for change.... the change from schoolgirl to woman.

Sugar and salt, the two basic compounds that my tongue craved were within her lips. I imagined that I could taste each estrogen infused compound separately. The carbon, hydrogen and oxygen sweetness blended perfectly with the sodium chloride base. It formed a mixture that when taken together into my taste receptors became as compelling a feast as anything I had ever had. I pressed my tongue into her tight flesh. It yielded just enough to release another few sustaining droplets with each probing lick.

Her clitoral bulb was now a solid ball bearing beneath my thumb. The amplitude of her breathing increased. I pushed hard. Her pussy lips resisted. She was tight, yet so slippery that my tongue finally poked its way into her virginal tube. It was like a furnace, in there.. Well, actually more like a volcano. Molten lava coated the interior. I swept up all that I could. Then like a squeegee, I swiped it upward toward her clit. My thumb dipped down to meet my rising tongue. Friction was now nonexistent as her creamy smooth magma coated my thumb.

The path up her clit was propelled by a force more compelling than inertia... our mutual needs. I massaged her button a few times then sucked it into my lips. The vacuum that I created was stronger than the one that we had just experimented with. Perhaps it was not so in terms of pressure, but at least so, due to urgency. As I sucked and sucked, my tongue poked at the tip of her clit. I pushed the cover from it and tickled her exposed nub with my tongue. The biome that our organs now occupied was self-supporting.

Penny must have felt so too, because her hips started bucking at every little motion. Her feet pressed my back while her hands pulled my head. I knew that she was getting close and that I should stop. But, she did not want that at all. She humped my mouth like waves on the ocean smashing against the bow of a ship. She wasn't about to stop the storm that was boiling in her loins and, I didn't have any power to abate it either. So it was, that she had her second big orgasm at the tip of my tongue.

When her quivering and bucking subsided, I released the vacuum on her clit and licked her oozing juices from her pussy. It was an especially tasty mixture as her natural compounds filled my mouth. I savored them on my tongue for a while before I finally swallowed them. I was now about as horny as I had ever been, without any friction on my dick. I looked up to see if she was aware of my needs.

She was indeed. "Mr. Long, I am ready. Please tell me there is nothing to stop us now." She said, breathlessly.

"Penny, there is no force in this universe that can."

I straightened up and pushed my underwear to the floor. It took her only five seconds, or so, to slide off the table and remove her skirt. I watched every move as I slipped my shirt over my head and removed my shoes and socks. My dick pointed at her with every move that I made.

Once stripped, I handed her the condom. She looked at me quizzically. "Don't unroll it first. Just press it against the tip and unroll it there."

She took it and did just as I told her. With care, she stroked the rolled up rubber onto my cock. Each pass with her hand was like a whole spectrum of energy waves passing up my shaft, as she smoothed it out. Although I had been carrying a wooden staff the whole time, I hadn't been this hard since Saturday.

Once in place, I kicked our clothes into a pad on the floor. She moved as if she was going to lie down. I caught her hand and pulled her to me. She changed motions and met my face with hers. The taste of her pussy transferred from my lips to hers. I watched as Penny's eyes opened in surprise. That may very well have been the first time that she had tasted her own nectar. She searched out every possible drop with her tongue as she sucked my mouth.

The kiss complete, I laid down on the pile of clothes. The cool tile gave my back and bare feet some relief from the steamy hot biome we had created. Penny unbuttoned her white cotton blouse as she moved to stand over my dick. Beneath there was no bra, just those two pert proud mounds.

She squatted right over my dick. Her sloppy wet pussy did not open, even a crack. I reached down and wiped a few fingers-full of lotion from it and coated the tip of the rubber. The feel was strange. I had been so used to the bare feel for so long, it was totally unfamiliar. But, the condition I was in was not. I needed to FUCK!

A Physique for Physics (pt.9)

Penny reached for my cock with one hand and rubbed it up and down her slit. The feeling of her slick firm lips came through the latex covering as if it wasn't even there. I closed my eyes and absorbed every move that she made.

Eventually, she located the target and lowered herself onto it. It did not go in. I could feel the pressure in my groin as she pushed. But, it didn't penetrate. Her tight pussy was no doubt barrier enough but, she was too tense from squatting. So, try as she might, her pussy would not yield.

She looked at me, "Mr. Long, it won't go!"

I could see the look of uncertainty in her eyes. She was beginning to worry that she would be unable to consummate her desire. I replied, "Penny I think you are going to have to relax to get it in. Go ahead and put your knees on the floor. Then, try again.'

She did. With one hand on my chest and the other one gripping my prick, she placed a knee on each side of me. It was not the most graceful of moves, because the urgency of her needs made her hurry. So, I reached up and steadied her shoulders.

"Mr. Long, I want to FUCK you more than anything I have ever wanted in my life. Please help me get it in."

I shook my head, "OK" and held her steady as she positioned her twat for another assault. This time, she had more luck. With her hips relaxed and the weight on her knees, she was able to push the tip into her slit. It only went about half a head deep on the first try, but it was definitely inside of her. She rolled her eyes and breathed in, then out.

She tried to press harder, but it wouldn't go, so she came up just a little, to try again. When she came down, the entire head went in. I could feel her tight cunny gripping me just above my circumcision scar. It felt like someone had cinched a moneybag around it. This time, I rolled my eyes and rushed to catch my breath.

Her hand released my partially buried cock and she placed it on my chest. Her butt came up and pressed down again but, it wouldn't go deeper. Barely an inch and a half was buried in her and I had hit the bottom. I could feel the tip of my dick mashed against her hymen. It was a barrier that I had only read about in texts. Contemplating an approach to breaking hers, occupied my thoughts as she began repetitive strokes up and down. Her breathing synchronized with her groin. Every time she raised it, she breathed in. When she came down she released. There was no need to teach her how to do that, it came to her naturally as her passion built.

Her pussy grabbed and pinched my dick head each time she moved. The sperm in my balls began to roll like a whirlpool in a bathtub seeking a place to escape. She pumped and squirmed on it like it was a carnival ride she had waited in a long line to ride. I raised my head to see what it looked like down there. When she arose, her lips would grip the latex and leave a trail of her natural slickness on it. When she went down, the lips went inside squeegeeing it off and leaving a thick white ring. The ring was broken by her clit tracing a line down the front of my dick. The odor of hot pussy filed my nostrils and made my load churn.

Penny's breathing was now coming in quick gasps. Her ass was pumping like a locomotive drive shaft. On every bottom stroke, she stretched her virginal wall a little more. I watched as the ring of juice moved downward a fraction of an inch each stroke. She kept it up, increasing the intensity and speed for what seemed like an hour. But, I know it was just a few minutes. Up, down, gasp, exhale, over and over, faster and faster.. then it changed.

Her eyes closed completely and she let out one last puff of air. On the next down stroke, it felt like someone had smacked my dick with one of those bats, which they use in Whack-A-Mole. Right on the tip of it, her hymen crashed. The shockwave traveled down the length of my shaft and pushed it onto its socket hard. I felt it lurch as it bottomed out. Together we cried out from the savagery of the strike.

But, then it was over with. She stopped dead still with my dick only half buried inside of her. I froze also, as realization of what had just taken place came to both of us. Her schoolgirl innocence had fled through the walls of her ruptured hymen as my cock slid inward to meet her womanhood.

"Penny, are you OK?" I asked.

She did not answer immediately. She just held steady with her eyes closed, breathing stalled, cock gripped tightly in her womanly womb.

Eventually she gasped, "OOOOHHHHHHHWWWWW" and opened her eyes. When she did, I could feel her pussy testing my cock. Trying to feel it once again, through the pain. Her grimace sent alarms through my head. I stared at her face for what seemed like minutes. Then, a smile lit her face, the pain had passed and she was ready to screw.

She nodded her head and closed her eyes. I could feel her lift her ass to feel my knob slide effortlessly back from her once virginal depths. The forbidden deed had opened up a whole new channel of lust in her soul. Down she went, seeking new pleasure. A little bit more of it entered her on each plunge. And with every one she produced a gasp and a sigh. She looked at me while she experienced each new encounter. I nodded my head, "Yes", to let her know that I was charting the territory with her.

Penny had achieved her main goal and set a new one immediately... to take all of my cock. I released her shoulders and reached for her butt. She welcomed them as her pussy continued its assault on my dick. Her cheeks were taut and firm as I knew they would be. It took only a couple of plunges for me to catch the rhythm and help her with each lift.

I was nearly buried in her when she leaned forward and put her hands beside my head. Her blouse fell over my head as one of her swollen breasts came to my lips. I met it with a long wet lick around her aureole. Her stiff nipple just naturally came into my mouth. I nibbled then sucked it like a nursing infant. Penny approved. Her pussy came up as she pressed her titty hard against my mouth. My jism was starting to rise from my balls.

The tit pulled away as she pushed her pussy back down where it now belonged. I raised my head to follow it. My left hand found its way to her last virginal hole. It was wet with her juices as I massaged it on the down stroke. She pressed back against my finger as she went down.

Coming up, she switched my pacifier. Her other nipple was just as hard as the first. I gave it the same treatment. When she reached the top of her stroke, her ass cheeks gripped my finger like a vise. It was apparent that she did not want it to leave. The tube in her pussy was filling with sperm. I did not think that I could hold back for much longer. So I lapped hard on her nipple and followed it back up as she shoved her snatch down, down, DOWN!!

Finally, she had hit bottom. Her clit dug into my pubic bone and she felt the unique arrangement which men have that matches a woman's crotch perfectly. As she ground on it, I polished her sphincter with my fingertip. She paused to savor the accomplishment. Then....

Penny's nipple left my mouth as she rose upright. Every nerve and muscle in her body lent their energy toward the love bud that was grinding away at my pelvis. Her vaginal walls began to convulse. My cock just could not take it any longer. I had to let go too. The look of intense lust on her face faded away as I closed my eyes and opened the valve to the biggest load of CUM I had ever delivered.

It moved upward in spurts... each one running head first into the rubber that her pussy had stretched tight over the exit hole. It was really an intense feeling as each spurt smashed into the previous one before it could force its way out of my dick. I don't ever recall a condom increasing sensitivity, but it certainly did this time. My feet dug into the floor so that my legs could push my hips up to deliver the load as deeply as I possibly could. Spurt after spurt climbed up and out.

Her pussy and ass began convulsing like a milking machine as she received the first fucking of her young life. Every nerve ending in my dick was on fire as I am sure hers were too. Penny squealed, "EYEIIIIIIIIIIIIOOOWWWWW" as she collapsed onto my chest.

Then silence. She clung to my chest. Her nipples pressed against mine. Our crotches joined in the most basic of physical juxtapositions... MAN in WOMAN. The Advanced Lesson plan had been executed.

When we were dressing, Penny said, "Mr. Long we never finished the experiment. And, the rubber is not gonna work now."

I told her, "We can try again. I'll bring a feather tomorrow."

She replied, "Or, I can just bring two rubbers!"

EPILOGUE: The laws of Physics are the same for all Reference Frames. Penny's 6 th day of Beginners Physics gave her the fundamental knowledge that she would need to complete her education. We continued our study sessions throughout the remainder of the school year. By the end, she knew everything that I could teach her about how the laws of Physics could affect her Physique.

Today, I see her from time to time. She has become a beautiful sophisticated young woman. Her degree afforded her the opportunity to move on to a professional career as a college counselor. She assures me that one of her favorite tasks is to tutor special students and, to open their eyes to the immutable laws of the physical world.

And lastly, a special thanks to my buddy, Professor Mike, for permitting publication of this story. I'm glad that you've rebounded from the disappointment of your marriage. May the clouds of the past make way to eternal sunshine, as you venture forth into the world free of emotional and physical bounds.

Copyright 2003 slimLong