Colin looked up to the front of the class where the septegenarian teacher, Ms. Jones was still droning on with the history lesson in that annoying monotone. Colin turned to taking notes - flawlessly, which was good for the history of the world in general since he was using the pen - but even listening to the old woman's voice he found it hard to ignore the raging massive hard on in his pants and so he began to scribble little fantasies in the margin, eyes on his paper.
Ms. Jones is still droning on - would be nice if she was showing off that tight, sexy body of hers to at least give us some eye candy.
His little sarcastic written remark almost made him laugh. He decided to carry it on. Women would kill for a body at 20 like she has at 92. - he knew he was exaggerating her age, he didn't know by how much as she was a poorly aged 59, not the 70 that students assumed.
Her flawless skin, big, firm tits, long, shapely legs and that long mane of silver hair framing that perfect face - she's such a tasty treat. And that voice - sex line operators beware.
Colin smirked - it was a humerous little diversion that did nothing for his raging hard on he realized - perhaps focusing on Ms. Jones would help. That's when he noticed the voice droning on about the 1812 war had changed to a sensual, breathy whisper that seemed to carry through the room without needing much volume.
Even as an apprentice wizard his magic had shielded his mind from the wave of changes that had swept out from what he had written - defensive magics were the easiest powerful spells to learn - it's why wizard duels were a thing of the ancient past. His eyes came to rest on the teacher and it did nothing to help cure his raging erection.
Showing off her body, as per his original entry, in a skimpy mini-skirt, high heels and a crop top - the suddenly 92 year old woman was a symphony of sexuality - silver hair flowing down over her shoulders and down to the perfect ass her skirt so expertly showcased. That ass rested against her desk so that her long legs could stretch out in front of her - one partially bent - each leg about 40 inches of man trap. Her top flaunting the best tits Colin had ever seen. Her face, worthy of gracing the covers of all men's magazines.
It didn't take Colin's perfect intellect long to tie his teacher's new form to his recent sacrastic writings - or to realize that his own magics weren't enough to make such magnificent changes. Especially, not accidentally - or without the rest of the class (who now stared dreamily at the teacher, failing to take notes as they were so enraptured by the vision of beauty at the front of the class, guys in lust, girls in envy but respect) being as shocked as he was.
Tue May 13 10:40:30 2008