Thighs squeeze poor Squeezics teacher's head to ... 
By barbunny3111@yahoo.com 
A strange teacher's request in the name of physics is accepted when teenager's muscular thighs take his head too seriously, and go for the kill. 


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"The forces of nature are strange at times". Steve was
standing in front of his physics class, trying to
avoid eye and thigh contact with Pamela, the amazing
18 years old pretty girl in his freshman class. She
was sitting in the front row, her skirt riding up her
astonishingly muscular thighs, her blue eyes looking
at the blackboard. She was a good student.

"It was Einstein who said everything is relative,
every power has a counterpower, every squeeze is
caused by some pressure-applying instruments, every
crushed item has been pressurized by a more powerful
object" he said, thinking about those thick thighs and
what they could do to him, if only their owner would
want to.

"But it was Newton, who invented the squeezics
discipline. It's a proven theory that supports the
human intuition about mass." Steve said, visualizing
the so-succulent thighs that were spreading
nonchalantly in front of Pamela, the appallingly tight
vise they could become around his neck, and the
endless pain they could cause.

"The bigger the object, the less pressure it has to
apply in order to make serious damage. On the other
thigh, superfluous strength and power offsets lack in
size and enormity, and VISE versa." He said, furtively
glancing at those thunderous fleshy twins that could
easily transform a happy, healthy man into a
miserable, crushed one.   
He felt as if they had a life of their own, they were
so large and muscular, but their characteristics are
so different from their owner. Pamela was so naive,
even fragile, almost like a child. Truth is, he said
to himself, she was a child. Twenty years younger than
he was. She was so quiet in class, maybe the best
student he had. But her thighs ... 
If only he could find a way to shove his head down
there, in between those capable animals of hers, to
convince her to squeeze him, even the smallest
pressure from those huge thighs probably will result
in some permanent damage, like in the adult version of
the famous film, where Mr. Cruise is squeezed to death
by his wife's thighs in 'Thighs Wide Shut'.

"Newton has invented the squeezimetry, a method
through which we can measure the mass of two objects,
that are squeezed against each other, and the severe
consequences they can cause. Now I want you to
remember, mass is a combination of strength and size.
You'll have to memorize the next formula, in order to
survive my exams, and more importantly, to survive in
the real life."

Let M, S, P be defined as follows:
M=mass
S=size
P=pressure
Then, we get the exact formula to measure pressure:
∑M*(S+2.14)=P

The second all eyes were on the notebooks, writing
down the formula, Steve stared at the epitome of his
desire, the two mind-boggling, ruling organs that were
proudly exposed before his eyes, and then he decided
it's now or never.
"You don't talk much Pamela, do you?" he asked her
thighs, oblivious of the fact he failed to raise his
gaze from her over-developed thighs to her blue-eyed,
beautiful face. 

"Well, we are going to witness today an experiment,
one which Newton wrote he hadn't had the opportunity
to conduct. For the first time in written history, we
are going to check today the human law of pressure. I
need you to come over here, Pamela, to help us with
our experiment."

Pamela stood up, not understanding what is it that he
wanted, her thighs exploding with bulging muscles from
all sides the moment she stood up, walking to the
teacher's table.    

"I want you to stand on top of the table, for the sake
of the students in the back of the class" he said,
helping her to get on the to-begin-with high table,
her enormously-thick legs are proudly spread while she
stood on the table for everybody to see, her very
short skirt not blocking the view, leaving the entire
bare thighmeat looking at the class.
"As we can all see, we have here a very strong looking
pair of thighs. Thing is, we can never know if they
are really strong, until we put them to the test." He
patted her left thigh, sending waves of rippling
muscles all over the thigh he tried to move, leaving
the other thigh unmoved. He looked high up at her
face, finding her wondering what's this all about,
like she didn't get it, the object of his dreams, the
person he thinks of when he is with his wife, making
love to her, telling her how much he loved her, while
thinking only about Pamela. She was so childish, yet
her thighs were so powerful, so mature, as if you
would put together several adult males, and try to
assess their accumulative power, it might reach the
strength level of one of her thighs. Assuming his head
would have been in between her embracing thighs, and
she decided to bring them together for some reason, it
will be the end of his life right then and there. He
could easily be putty in her strong legs,  

"By and LARGE, we can definitely see the massiveness
of those thighs of Pamela. They are obviously huge as
you can all see. I point now with my finger to the
broadest part on her front thigh, can you all see the
massive muscles over here? That absolutely doesn't
mean they can exert enough pressure that can make
sufficient damage to certain items. Now Pamela, I need
you to turn around and face the blackboard, so the
students will be able to see the thickest, more
dangerous part of your thighs."

He said, helping her to turn around by raising his
hands and trying to hold those amazing legs of her as
she was turning around to face away from the class,
his fingers not able to stop the movement, giving in
to the tremendously-strong thigh-muscles. When she
completed the turn, he was mesmerized by the way her
glutes were forcefully trying to burst the
much-too-tight skirt, and he almost forgot himself,
forgot he was teaching his physics class, staring for
a full minute - together with the rest of the class -
at the eighth and ninth wonders of the world.

"Well, class, we are about to begin our experiment
with this melon I've brought with me. I want all of us
to appreciate the fact that we are lucky to have
Pamela with us, her enormous thighs will prove once
and for all, that the human rules of massiveness are
the same as any other rules in physics, in contrast to
what Newton argued. It's called the squeezimetry. I am
placing now the melon right in between your athletic
thighs, Pamela, and I want you to try and squeeze the
melon now." Steve said, trying to keep cool, his blood
is rushing throughout his body, imagining what it
would feel like if his head would have been that
melon, the most erotic phase of the squeeze he's
always dreamt of, the waiting period, when the head is
already in place, between its soon-to-be-expanding
thighs, the suspense - when and how hard - the squeeze
is going to be, a squeeze that will start exactly when
the thighs decide they want to start closing on their
victim. That was the most frightening part of it all.
They say every earthquake has a tranquil period of
time before it erupts. The seconds before. Before the
thunders start exploding, before the lion goes for the
kill, before the prey starts floundering, before the
thighs start squeezing.   

"What ...  what ...   do you mean, Mr. Jones?" Pamela asked
innocently.

"What do you mean 'what do I mean'? The melon is
between your thighs, now would you please squeeze it?
Try with every bit of force from your impressive
thighs." He demanded impatiently. 

"I don't know. I have never thought I could use my
thighs this way. I don't think they are capable of
squeezing the melon at all. I mean, they look pretty
big, when compared to the boys' legs in the gym, but
after all, I'm only a little girl, right?" Pamela
said, embarrassed. 

"Now you listen to me, my dear student. You might be a
girl, but you are certainly not little. You are huge.
You are amazing. The world needs to witness your
strength, the physics laws are waiting, and the
history has to be rewritten. Nobody here is sexually
interested in your flawless thighs. You are only a
cute, little child, that's right. But for physics'
sake, would you please start squeezing this waiting
melon?"

"O.k., o.k., I'll squeeze, but please let me know when
I should stop ... " Pamela said, moving her undaunted
thighs a touch inward, and in a fraction of a second,
the melon exploded into tiny pieces all over the
class. Steve was shocked, the students were shocked,
but the most shocked was Pamela. She couldn't believe
the strength of her own thighs. She didn't even
squeeze, she only made a small motion, to prepare her
thighs for the squeeze, and the melon gave way so
quickly, so effortlessly.

" Af ...  af ...  after we saw the potential of those
 ... things ... " Steve stuttered, "we will see now that the
more solid the squeezed item, the harder it becomes
for the thighs to crush it" he said, slowly moving his
hand up and down her smooth, feminine thigh, not
daring to pat it so carelessly like before, now that
he saw the power those legendary thighs possess. He
took a leather-made football out of his desk, and
without saying a word, shoved it in between the
standing, haughty thighs, the muscles of the inner
thighs immediately enveloping the football from both
sides, without-their-owner's-intention molding
themselves around it, preparing themselves for the
squeeze, as if it was so natural to them, as if she
squeezed male heads daily, as if her legs were some
Natural Born Squeezers.   

Suddenly, she brought her hand to her mouth, the
football is stuck between her flaring thighs, all eyes
are patiently riveted toward the cute, pretty girl's
thighs that were standing on the teacher's table,
turned backwards to his request, for everybody to see
the most incredible part of them, the inner,
ropes-like muscles dancing in front of the class. The
class was flabbergasted, their own classmate, the girl
they used to tease and pick on only days ago, now so
decisively showing them - and herself - what those
lower weapons of her could do. A second later she
sneezed, the powerhouse's muscles of her moving thighs
converging on the poor football, imploding into its
core, and then a deafening noise was heard, to the
amazement of the class.

The sneeze squeeze, Steve thought to himself. What if
she would sneeze while my head is in there? Is it
worth the risk? I know that the fate of my skull will
be similar to that of the wretched football. Am I
willing to risk my own life for the next level of our
historic experiment? He knew that it was his ultimate
objective. He didn't even have to go down on his
knees, herself still proudly standing on his table,
beginning to get used to the possibilities her
victorious thighs are able to provide. He will only
have to push his head straight ahead, her
indefatigable thighs are the same level with his eyes,
he should forget about the class behind, forget about
the age gap, forget about the principal's reprimand,
just stick his head where it's belong, and let her
superior thighs do the rest ...   

End of part one.
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