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Universal Constance

... down and grabbed him, aligned him with my greasy hole and pushed back onto him. The head slipped up me, parted my hot flesh and kept going till it bumped against my cervix. He whimpered, stood like a tree, while I - in the manner of an itchy-backed bear - gyrated lasciviously against him. I growled. 'Do me, lover. Do me good.' He slapped my arse. It stung. I yelped. 'Keep still, baby. Remember who your daddy is.' Grabbing two handfuls of hair, he pulled back my head and began to pound me. I clung to the chair back and cried out. 'You're my Daddy. And I'll...' a particularly violent entry took my breath, 'never forget it.' While his piercing cock, manic hands, and nipping mouth distracted my body, my mind pored over his equations. Another error. And another. Though none were yet fatal, his peers would surely fall on these flaws and slowly tear his work apart. Oh, no! There. And there. Impossible. Irreconcilable. I shook my head, a motion he mistook for momentary reluctance. 'Hey! I'm in charge here, Lydia. Stick out that flawless arse, baby, and let me get even deeper.' I did what he asked, allowed him all the pleasure my young body could give him, knowing my young mind could soon be bestowing an equal measure of pain. Again I separated body and mind, let him abuse the flesh while I tried to understand how his brilliant brain had got it so wrong. As the first pangs of pleasure began to swell in my gut, I caught a fleeting glimpse of the impossible. There was now no doubt his ...

... work was wrong, but within it, buried deep, was a key, a secret none had hit upon before. I cleared my thoughts, suspended preconception, sidelined bias, expunged expectation, and merely stared at the whole, attempting to meld the two famously intransigent theories into one by simply allowing it to happen. Beneath this almost transcendental state, I was dimly aware he was approaching his peak and would soon be a quivering, apologetic wreck. He'd fucked me enough times for my vacant body to work it out all on its own and it had already begun to prepare itself. Heart quickened as disparate organs demanded more resources. Arteries alternately widened and constricted. Muscles tensed and released. Diaphragm relaxed before again tightening like a drum. Ribs rose higher then fell like a piston, expunging exhausted air. Meanwhile, vocal cords turned this cyclic motion into a hissed wordless plea, an urgent primordial exhortation to ram me full of inflamed flesh. Sugars were burned. Gasses consumed. Liquids pumped, squirted and oozed. Electrons sparked and flowed. Incredibly, the chemistry took care of itself, occurred without my interference. Biology too cycled unstoppably, naturally, with unbending certainty, as though life had always been and would always continue. A sudden burst of hormones hit their allotted spot, signalling that I had mere moments before my own climax. The pleasure stole up on me, wrapped its eclectic electric blanket around me and turned it up to ten. I hummed. ...