Salmacian Story

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

Squirming in her seat, she could feel a slight flush over her face, burning lightly while her mind explored so many of the possibilities, her silky 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 slip a drawn out sigh of content, her entire body sinking into the chair the chair.

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

Sasha's blue eyes froze over with cold anger, as her head rose to glare at the teacher. Narrowing her eyes, they trained themselves onto the diminutive fuckwit of a teacher. For a moment her eyes drifted from the weirdo's body, finally noticing the entire classes' eyes painting her body.

Sasha clenched her legs together, desperate to hide herself, but the silence was quickly breaking as an eruption of laughter, jokes being passing around while turning back to their own tables. A flush covering Sasha's now downcast face, her long golden hair obscuring her vision.

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

Biting back a sharp retort, followed by a foul insult, Sasha took in a deep breath. Her buxom chest emphasised for a simple moment as her torso was pushed up, then deflating as she let out her breath. With a bright and happy voice, Sasha pointing at her paper exclaimed "Yes Sir, I can't seem to remember this question." Her pencil tapping on one of the many unfilled text boxes, her blue eyes still looking at the aged man, instead of the sheet.

He was short, his head would be at eye level with her magnificent chest 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 groaning internally, hit her palm against her face. She had been enduring the same trial last lesson as, that stupid, sexy, assistant teacher was waving that delicious ass around without a care. 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 leant onto the desk, her full breasts pressing into the wood, followed by her elbows. Chest puffed out by her arms, Sasha took to resting her head upon her delicate fingers, woven together to support her chin.

Thanks to her ever so helpful mother, Sasha had been enjoying 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..." Pressing her bag into her lap, her tongue sliding over her lush lips in anticipation.

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(WIP Bus scene)
Taking a step onto the bus, Sasha's eyes wandering around the almost empty transport. Dropping a few coins of change into the bus driver's cabin, she took a seat near the window, the red sunset glaring through the glass, painting her body orange. Her world fell dark, her eyes closed as she leant back into the hard plastic chair. Her forehead felt hot in her hands, her fingers clasping around her temples.

Sasha had simply been hoping from the bottom of her heart things would become more normal, the thick change in her panties was enough of a problem without all of the ones in her head. But, opening her eyes to the sight of the new arrivals on the bus, the feeling that the other changes, or even the physical one, would not be going away any time soon.

A woman strut through the middle of the bus, arrogance and power almost radiating off of her form, the pride filled smug grin on her face only emphasising it. Her tight black clothing tastefully managing to display her moderately proportioned body. But it wasn't just that, it couldn't have been just that, it had to have been more, it had to have been, why else would her face feel like it was burning in front of a bonfire? Why else would her legs be quivering? Why else would her breath have caught in her throat, as the woman's gaze landed directly on Sasha's face, her grin turning into a playful smirk; slowly sauntering along towards Sasha.

Sasha quailed, fumbling with her bag she half-picking it up from the seat next to her; slamming it into her lap, hiding her growing manhood underneath it. A tight breath vanished into her mouth, her eyes skittishly flying towards the window and back towards the approaching woman. The rapidly setting sun vanishing quickly beyond the horizon threw lines of orange and red over her tight black clothing. Then with a small thump, the older woman sat beside her. Sasha's heart was already on overdrive, but it somehow became even more intense, almost so much she was afraid the woman now sitting next to her would be able to hear it's obnoxious pulsing inside her chest.

Her lips felt dry, her breath shaky, her vision almost blurring at the edges. Her eyes flitting towards her left, scraping little details of the woman's posture and body. This hadn't been the first time she had seen her, Sasha didn't know her name or where she came from though. All she knew was that she enjoyed sitting next to boys on the bus, teasing and toying with them. Fumbling with the straps on her bag, Sasha could hardly undo the straps with her jittering fingers. A hand lay over hers. With a small flinch, Sasha's eyes could not help but stare as the woman came closer, her face approaching Sasha's own, the older woman's fingers ever so lightly brushing against hers, that red lip stick on her lips looking ever s-

Click. "There you are." Her cool and calm voice felt like velvet; the elder of the girls smiling coyly as she retreated back into her out seat. Sasha's hands felt sweaty as she looked down at her bag. The strap was undone. It seems the older woman had expanded her criteria.

Those blue eyes of Sasha's closed over for a moment, unsure of what to do in this situation.  Placing her head on the window, her eyes fluttered open to reveal a reflection of her new companion. Her breath caught in her chest for a moment as she was allowed a second to admire her without interruption. The woman in black's head swivelling towards Sasha for a moment, as if expecting something. Sasha looked at the reflection, perturbed by her actions.

Light dawning on Sasha's mind, she realised the older woman wanted her to look at, appreciate, and ogle her older body. Sasha squirmed in her seat, feeling a little strange at her predicament. However, she had no time to think as a new batch of arrivals began to filter into the bus.

Leading it was a group of sportsmen, sweat lining their already flimsy and transparent clothing; toned and muscular bodies underneath completely visible. The leading one was nothing special, but the woman next to Sasha suddenly jumping at the chance grabbed his arm.
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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 slithered in across her stomach, a yelp almost leaping from her lips 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 screaming 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 parting, 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 flying 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 almost trance-like eyes were fixated upon 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 beautifully 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 slowly found her left breast, almost in awe of her own body as she cupped the flushed flesh. Her hesitant and tentative touch quickly turned into desperate kneading. 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 black 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. The breasts that burst free of her bra tantalized her, the smooth skin beset by a final wriggling jiggle only left her wanting. It was almost as if there was a marching band inside her chest, her heart was racing and Sasha's thoughts inconsistent and lacking. Muddled with lust, tiding 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, the glistening white fluid teasingly rolling from the tip set her rocking with the sensation. Her pre-cum drooling onto the floor like a barely active faucet, coloring her bra and the floor around it, marking it in her own color. Across her palm and fingers, tingling tiding across them, the waves of heat from her throbbing cock only

Scraping across the hallway, a familiar sound began to fill Sash'a ears; it was the sound of screeching hinges.

Breath catching in her throat, Sasha fumbled for a moment. Hand brushing her cock sending little throes of pleasure up and down the girl's body. A shaky moan came from her lips; snapping her completely out of the trace. Blue eyes wide open, Sasha stifled a yelp; grabbing the waistband of her pants she flew around the corner and back into her own room. Breathing hard, her bare chest open to the cold air; she breathed a sigh of relief.