Exponential Growth II
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I've heard that if you spike a woman's drink with testosterone it'll make her uncontrollably horny. My teacher, Ms. Chechik, is so hot, I want her hot for me! I've already sprinkled testosterone into her morning tea, now all I've got to do is sit back and watch her try to give a lesson. She drinks the tea, she shifts in her chair, uncomfortably, and I know it's already taking into her system. I imagine what her panties look like as she scrunches her brow, bites her lip, I'll bet their soaking with her sweet pussy juices. I watch as she tries with all her proper ambition to give the lesson as her pussy juice slides down her leg. I try my best not to laugh, I'm so pleased with myself that I've pulled off the ultimate prank.
I've fantasized about this moment a million times and my eyes are wide in disbelief as it's playing out just as I've planned. She calls for the class to close their books to have a pop quiz. The class grumbles as they bring out their pen and paper. I see my best friend Charles, on the left side of the classroom, front row. He's in on my scheme, he's watching her so intently that he's forgotten to close his book. "Charles!" Ms. Adriana walks over to him and scolds him, "I said close your book, you will be in detention after class, young man." She wipes the sweat from her brow, and she looks at me. I think she can read my thoughts and I avert my eyes from her stern gaze. The entire class can see that she's sweating, her legs wobbling as she tries to walk with her thighs pressed tightly together, to keep the juices from running down her thighs. She is staring at me, as she calls out the first question of the pop quiz to the class, I feel her eyes on me and I am terrified and excited. I notice my cock is hard with my excitement and I try to hide it from her as I hear her heels *click, clack, click, clack," she walks towards me. She mutters under her breath, "did you do this to me?"
I look up at her face, feminine, sweaty, and full of fiery feminine fury. I glance at her skirt, I see a poke forming under where her panties are, it's growing, growing, it looks as if it's a full 9 inches long in length, and at least 4 inches around in girth. I tremble as I try to hold my expression calm, I try to tell her, "no, it wasn't me.. I don't know what you're talking about. I try my best to move my lips, but I'm terrified. I look over at my friend, Charles, and he's watching me, wide-eyed and curious.
Ms. Chechik looks up at the class, "Class, we're dismissing early," she manages to mutter as the class room is filled with chatter. Everyone can see that Ms. Chechik is unwell, and no one knows what to say or do, the classroom empties, some students are concerned for her, but most are relieved they don't have to take the pop quiz. Ms. Chechik's gaze is still sternly focused on me as my jaw is hanging open, unable to make a sound, instead I point towards Charles. I signify that HE is the culprit, and not me! Charles is a kind-hearted friend, quiet, shy, and he takes the blame without a confrontation. "Get OUT," Ms. Chechik tells me, "you are dismissed." I watch at Ms. Chechik hikes up her skirt and reveals her large appendage. It's dripping, throbbing, begging for release. She orders Charles to bend over the desk. Charles is to take the wrath of the punishment meant for me. I watch from outside the door, through the narrow window as I see Charles take it, half pleasure, and half pain. I hear Ms. Chechik mutter filthy and beautiful words as her face is flushed pink with ecstasy
