[A Girl with Peculiarities Part One](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/cv3m4w/a_girl_with_peculiarities_part_one_fantasy_mf/)
**Disclaimer:** I’m not much of a writer, but I’m looking for feedback. Fantasy elements, anal (soon), and dub-con. This is sort of taking a while to build to the sex part. I’m sorry, I enjoy the build-up, but if that’s not your thing I understand.
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Mr. Foster’s brows furrowed, “I see,” he gestured to the vacant chair, “please, sit.” He clasped his hands together, interlocking his fingers and held them under his chin, “Now, tell me exactly what happened.”
Amelia took a seat in the leather chair across from him and did her best to recount her ordeal. Her nervousness made her fidgety, and her words came out in an excitable tremble. She wasn’t sure what possessed her but just she before she finished her story, she turned away from the Vice Principal and knelt in the chair, head swung back and with her ass raised high, presented him with nearly the same view her classmate could not resist. “…and, I-I was just like this when it happened.”
She swept her hair out the way and looked back at him over her shoulder. The shorts were snuggled into the split of her ass, he could easily make out the mound of her puffy labia, and the curve of her cheeks had spilled out the bottom. Her ass objectively teetered the edge of perfectly proportional and awkwardly large for her frame, and unbeknownst her the shape was truly marvelous. Each cheek swelled into a rounded dewdrop from off her hips and came slopping down her thighs in a sharp curve. It was as if Venus herself came down from Olympus and endowed her with an idealized callipygian figure.
She watched his eyes widen and his gaze go deep and hazy.
She scrambled to return to her seat “I apologize, sir,” she shifted in her seat. Her ears and cheeks felt as if they were on fire. “That IS how it happened, though.” She murmured.
The way he looked at her now made her uneasy. He stood up and took a few steps towards her, then stopped.
She thought he would blame her, she didn’t mean to, but she did *teased* him. It wasn’t as if she made him do anything it wasn’t her fault, she reasoned. Her ass had may have gotten a little fatter, or maybe her shorts had shrunk a little, but they weren’t any worse than what some of the other girls wore.
She stood up from her chair and glanced up at the older man, “Sir, I know what you’re going to say and—”
He cleared his throat, “how old or you, Amelia?”
“Eighteen?” Amelia answered a little unsure as to why he would ask.
She received an answer when stooped down and planted a kiss on her lips. It was no more than an innocent peck at first, but she felt her lips part and her tongue dart towards his. One of his hands went to the nape of her neck digging under her hair, and the other fell to her hip, the rhythm of his tongue grew fierce and passionate. He slowed, nibbling her bottom lip before breaking the kiss, a thin strand of spit snapping away as their lips grew too far apart.
It had been her first but she knew it was an extraordinary kiss, maybe one the best she would ever have. Her stomach was ablaze. “Mr. Foster?” She replied hazily, there was throbbing in her pussy, stronger than she had ever felt. She squeezed her thighs together, quieting a moan before escaped her lips.
His pupils had grown wide, and a bulge was rising from the crotch of his pants. He looked awestruck, his hand swept her cheek, brushing an auburn lock of hair from her face. “Amelia, there is something strange about you.” Though his voice was soothing, she could hear the lusty tone underneath.
She nuzzled his hand, trying to ignore the heat building in her stomach. “What do you mean, Sir?”
“You’re glowing,” He answered sounding astonished.
Amelia was still reeling from the kiss, but she looked down at herself, her head shifting in confusion. “Thank you?”
“I mean really glowing, like a beacon. I thought I saw it before, but now I’m sure…” He reached out and cupped a handful of her ass, giving the flesh squeeze from pulling her into his embrace. “You’re warm, really warm… and soft..” He gave the hearty meat of her ass another squeeze and shake.
“Stop!” She giggled playfully. Amelia’s heart was pounding like a drum. She wondered briefly what he meant by *beacon,* when the true gravity of the situation dawned on her. This was the Vice Principal, she would graduate in a few months, but even if she were no longer a student this would be a scandal. This shouldn’t be happening. She felt a panic rise to her throat like an acidic bile. She swallowed she was about to protest, then he kissed her again, just as tenderly and her worries seemed to melt away. His cock was poking her belly and she couldn’t resist reaching down to feel it. It was harder than she expected, she grabbed at it and gently began stroking the thickness through his jeans.
Mr. Foster winced, pushing her back before presumptuously wrestling with his belt, “Amelia, I don’t know what’s come over me… I’ve never done this sort of thing. Something feels strange…” he let his pants fall to the floor, pulled off his jacket, and his cock came swinging out of his boxer-briefs. He practically ripped off his shirt, sending buttons flying everywhere. In a few moments, he was naked and panting. “My God, you’re so…. so… perfect.”
Amelia cheeks were etched red but she found herself too distracted to acknowledge the compliment. His cock was bulbous and angry and growing thicker and longer with each pulse. Mr. Foster grabbed the trunk of his shaft with a fist and then put a fist over that portion. “It’s never been this BIG, before.” He had said it aloud, though he seemed to be talking himself.
Her pussy ached, and there was a strange woozy feeling in the pit of her stomach. She wasn’t THAT kind of her girl, and she had never done this before, but she wanted it, she had wanted it for weeks. She calmed her nerves and ask, “Sir, what would you have me do?”
Mr. Foster let a groan, cranking the length of his cock and it seemed to balloon another inch right before her eyes, it was starting to look freakishly large for such a thin man. Then his over-engorged prick began drooling.
“Amelia, seriously. What did you slip me?! Oh, God— Is this permanent?” He seemed excited, panicky and confused all at once.
“I don’t know, sir— I-I didn’t mean to?” She’d never seen or heard of anything like this before and she was half-worried it may just explode right off him. “Sir, what should I do?” She repeated frantically.
Mr. Foster stepped back, bracing himself on the desk, his hand stumblingly up and down the length of his leaky prick. His gaze narrowed and his face contorted with pain, and let an out a whiny grunt.
Something was wrong, she knew she had to help. She wet her lips and stepped closer to him. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her in for another kiss. This time it was sloppy and urgent, his tongue fencing hers, as drool spilled from his lower lip. His hand left his cock and found it’s way down the front of her shorts, it was only then she truely knew just needy she was. Two of his digits clasped her clit as he rubbed the sodden lips of her pussy. She moaned hotly into his mouth, her pussy coating his fingers with juice as it overflowed into her shorts. She reached out, her fingers clumsily massaging the head of his cock, it was practically slimy and considerably sticky to the touch. It throbbed oozing out another spurt of pearly white cream across her knuckles.
He moaned, broke the kiss and pulled her shirt over her head. She wanted to fall back on to his lips, but he drove her towards the desk by the crook of her arm. She let out a nervous gasp, as her thighs caught the edge of the desk, and his heavy hand pushed against her back until she folded over, her chest hitting the unforgiving wood a heavy thud. “Easy…” She wheezed, attempting to catch her breath.
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