Her teeth bit down into the luscious red bottom lip, fingers curling in on themselves, nails being driven into her sweaty palms. Her thoughts were a mess, the work on her desk completely forgotten. Her big blue eyes, trained the ever so slightly rising skirt of the teacher's assistant. The curvy butt straining the black fabric, the brown bare legs underneath exposed to the hot summer's air, from which slight hint of sweat shimmered in the midday sun.

Squirming in her seat, she could feel a slight flush over her face, burning lightly as her mind raced through the possibilities, her soft index finger trailing lightly across her inner thigh, moving ever so slowly closer towards the fork of her legs, coming ever so close to the strange shape creating a very noticeable bulge in her pants. Each little movement of the fabric sending sparks of pleasure up her spine, Sasha let out a drawn out sigh of content.

"Having trouble with your answer, Miss Salmacis?" Sasha, flinching, smashed her knee into the metal leg of the desk, the wood of the desk skidding across the floor, smashing into another desk. "Fuck!" Sasha shouted her hands immediately clasping around knee, white hot pain flowing through her like magma. 

Sasha's blue eyes grew cold her head rising to glare at the teacher. Narrowing her eyes they trained 
themselves onto the diminutive fuckwit of a teacher. Then her eyes drifted slightly, the entire classes' eyes painting her body. 

Sasha clenched her legs together, desperate to hide , but the silence was quickly broken by an eruption of laughter, jokes being passed around while they turned back to their own tables. A flush covered Sasha's now downcast face, her long golden hair obscuring her vision.

A light clearing of the throat draws Sasha's attention back upwards "Is that a no?"

Biting back a sharp retort, followed by a foul insult, Sasha took a deep breath, her buxom chest expanding for a simple moment, then releasing it. With a bright and happy voice, Sasha pointed to her paper "Yes Sir, I can't seem to remember this question." Her pencil tapped on one of the many unfilled text boxes, looking at the aged man, instead of the sheet.

He was short, his head would be at eye level with her tits if they stood up together. His grey eyes hidden behind a pair of thick rimmed glasses. His dry lips open "Ah yes, the children of Aphrodite... We studied this just last lesson, shouldn't you have taken some notes on this?"

Sasha groaned internally, her palm swatting against her face. She had endured the same trial last lesson as well, that stupid, sexy, assistant teacher. Sasha didn't even know her name. A sigh passing through her lips, she resigned herself to being bitched at by her teacher. At least this didn't come with the risk of being found out as a girl with a penis.

Sasha Salmacis. She always thought her last name sounded weird, signing off the sheet with both of her names, depositing it on the very sloppily made pile of papers. Brushing her golden mane out of her sight, Sasha's pure blue eyes stared out of the class window, pupils slowly filing out of the door, while she sat there. With a yawn, Sasha leaned onto the desk, her rather large breasts pressing into the wood, followed by her elbows. Chest puffed out by her arms, she rested her head upon the delicate fingers, woven together to support her chin.

Thanks to her ever so helpful mother, Sasha enjoyed not having to attend any more bothersome P.E lessons, meaning in fact, she could even go home early. It was also Halloween today, and knowing her parents... The house would be all hers, even her little sister would be out of the house. The very thought brought a stirring in her panties. Getting to her feet quickly, Sasha shook her head. "Plenty of time for that later..." Her tongue slid over her lips eagerly.

A short bus ride later.

Sasha's hand hovered in the air for a moment, she held one of her shirt's buttons between her thumb and index finger, gently rolling the plastic between them. Screeching down the road, a car spouting enough black smog from it's back to drown a god roared across the road into the distance. Sasha sighed, relaxing after the sudden interruption. 

A warm breeze snaked in across her stomach, Sasha almost yelped from the strange feeling, her face suddenly feeling the summer heat. Flowers in full bloom marked the waist high fence surrounding her home. A small kick set the door ajar the un-oiled hinges creaks almost screams. But it didn't matter. Blood was rushing through Sasha's ears louder than the cars on the road, than the un-oiled hinges, than the door she stumbled through to get into her home.

Clattering filled the hall as Sasha let her bag fall into the shoe collection on the floor. Almost falling into the hallway Sasha pressed herself up against the wall, the cold stone sending a chill through her back. The onrush of feelings sending a whimper through her trembling red lips.

Slamming her eyes closed, Sasha plunged her fingers into the small opening in her dress shirt. Buttons undone, her shirt began to part revealing Sasha's flat stomach. She hesitated for but one moment, before Sasha's index finger, trembling, pressed into the skin above her Navel. Even with such a light touch, Sasha's legs trembled, her face burned with the fury of the summer sun, heart beating faster than she even thought possible.

Ever so slowly, Sasha's finger began to circle her navel. Immaculate finger nails scraping gently against her skin sent her reeling. The wall the only thing keeping her standing from the dizzying pleasure coursing through her, Sasha's other hand almost trying to grip against it. Eyelids snapping open, Sasha brought both of her hands to the inside of her shirt. Grasping the inner fabric, Sasha pulled the shirt apart.

Buttons flew across the hall only followed by the sound of ripping fabric as Sasha exposed herself to the open air. Sight returned, Sasha stared into the long hall-way sized mirror facing her. 

Sasha's mouth had a small line of drool sliding down her chin, her lips and jaw, slack. Only falling open further as her blue eyes dived lower down her own form. Sasha's eyes trained in into her own chest in the mirror. Her breasts had always been large but Sasha felt as if there was something different, a strange feeling inside her welling up while her eyes were glued to her own breasts. The quick rise and fall in tune with her breathing only made it worse, a pain growing in her crotch. 

Biting down on her lips, Sasha's hand roughly grasped at her left breast. Despite biting her lip, Sasha couldn't contain the moan that slipped through them, her other hand clapping over her mouth in an effort to keep quiet. Almost desperately, Sasha clawed her fingers inside the bra from the top, the frilly white bra was in the way. Another rip of fabric brought little stings of pain as the broken bra floated to the ground. 

Sasha stared at herself in the mirror, admiring her own form. Never being the person particular to exercise, the sleek muscle upon her form surprised her. It was almost as if there was a marching band inside her chest, her heart was racing and she couldn't think. Muddled with lust, tided over with the various sensations filling her mind, Sasha came to a conclusion instantly. She wanted to fuck herself, Her own body was everything she could want. 

Her hand dropped from her breast, leaving it to bounce slightly. Sasha could feel something warm and wet oozing out of her, onto her thigh. Hooking her finger under her waistband, she yanked it downwards. A small grunt followed her cock bouncing out of her pants, the thick organ almost visibly pulsing as she stared at it. Hesitation filled Sasha for just a moment, her pre slowly dripping like a barely active faucet. Her fingers could feel the heat radiating off of her thick cock.

A distinct sound filled her ears, it was the sound of screeching hinges.