[A Girl with Peculiarities Part Two](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/cwd6sw/a_girl_with_peculiarities_part_two_fantasy_mf/)
**Disclaimer:** I’m not sure this if this is finished, and it could use some editing, but I’m looking for feedback. **Warning:** This story contains fantasy elements, anal, and dub-con.
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Mr. Foster answered, with a hoarse grumbling sound of affirmation, and then she felt the potent weight of his cock slap down between her ass cheeks. He stroked himself with her ass twice before reaching for shorts.
She let out a shocked little moan when she felt his fingers at her waistband. This was it she knew, in a few moments she would lose her virginity. His thighs remained pressed to hers, as he began pulling down her shorts. Inch by inch the cotton fabric was peeled away until the material was only just a puddle at her feet.
“…Oh, my… God…” Mr. Foster murmured, as the Amelia’s perfect ass came into full view.
His fingers hungrily bit deep into her succulent ass-meat drawing furrows into her creamy white skin, he pulled her ass open, her cheeks coming audibly unglued as if he had split open a massive peach with his bare hands. The edges of her puckered asshole opened, descending into a glossy pink crater, slightly agape and quivering like a tiny pussy slit with her full unbroken pussy lips just beneath it.
Amelia could feel a shiver creep up her spine. She wasn’t interested in losing her virginity like this before, but more than anything she was nervous about her first cock being such a monstrous size. Still, she could feel his eyes peering down at most intimate parts and her pussy drooled for it, first a steady drip, then quickly building to a long strand of sticky nectar.
He placed a steady grip on his cock and swept the bulbous tip through the fat lips of her pussy. “Yes…” she moaned quietly, before shamefully biting down on her lower lip.
The head of his dick came away glistening with the juice of her pussy, but the *other* entrance was beckoning to him. She could almost feel him staring into the concaved little passage. It had eased into the barest of openings as if solely to tempt him; daring him to be bold enough to push his way inside. He waited so long Amelia could sense something was amiss.
“Sir, are you going to fuck me?” She asked sweetly.
Mr. Foster let out a thoughtful groan as he held his cock above her holes, it was twitching and throbbing with an unbearable need. His prick was still oozing a steady viscous stream of pre-cum. The stream grew thicker and whiter as he came closer to the target, then a sudden glob of white seeped out coating her wanton asshole like a confectioner’s glaze.
The thick sticky tendril of white briefly connected his engorged cockhead and her alluring back passage before draining inside her. Drawn to it as if by some strange magic he pressed in with doubtless conviction, and the crown of his cock was half-swallowed in the taut, feverishly warm flesh within an instant. Amelia sharply sucked in a breath, “Sir, that’s the wrong hole.”
Mr. Foster let out a moan of satisfaction and pushed another portion of his cock inside, and it collided with a fleshy barrier, his cock twitched and another thick glob of semen pour out of him just in time to ease the plunge. Amelia squirmed and trembled but he only pushed deeper. She felt her excess muscles opening and taking him in. The pain was exquisite, and her eyes were starting to water. “Fuck! You’re in the wrong hole…” She wailed.
“I know… I could… not… help…” his tongue sounded fat and lazy. He rolled his hips, bouncing off another ring of muscle her depths, “What are you? This feels… too good,” He pressed deeper still.
Amelia whimpered, her ass ached, it felt as she might shit herself, but pinned between him and the desk she had no choice but to try and relax. He dug his thumbs into the inviting indentations on her lower back, with his fingers curling around her waist and gripping tightly. Then she felt the heat of his balls just behind her pussy. It felt strangely good. Even her ass was starting to feel good. She let out a moan, her arms spreading out and clutching the edge of the desk.
He slowly withdrew, the rings of muscle within her pleading for him not go, nearly the full length had abandoned her warmth before he drove it back in. She moaned, her head bouncing fiercely approval. The second thrust was faster and the third was harder, soon she was yelping with each new thrust.
After a few minutes, he was pounding into her like a smith would hammer raw iron; the steel colliding with red-hot metal atop an anvil. The impact of every plunge made her tremble and caused her stomach to quake. “Sir, please. Slow down!” Amelia pleaded.
“The best— incredible…” He panted, babbling some incoherencies between animalistic grunts, “—too fucking good…” Ignoring her pleas, his thrusts grew faster and more sporadic.
She let out series of wicked little moans of pleasure interspersed with cries of incongruous pain. Her ass cheeks wobbled and a full stinging sensation resonated through her core. His massive cock was spearing through each little barrier, and she felt herself clamp down on him every time he did. She clamped down hard then he stopped all at once. His thighs trembled, and his knuckles went white as they fell to her hips. With her asshole nestled at the trunk of his twitching prick, he growled, and his cock went off like a geyser, spewing a stream of white gooey dormant offspring so powerful she could feel the shots ricochet through her bowels. She let out a guttural moan, and her hips jerked and quivered within his grip.
His cock seemed to go off for minutes, and more and more cum came pouring out. “Can’t ssstopped-sh…” His voice was weak and his words were slurred, but hips still pumping.
She could taste heat on her tongue, her thoughts became cloudy yet hyper-focused, every inch of her skin was tingling. She felt strangely powerful. It was then she realized exactly what her strange anatomy was meant for… *draining cocks.*
Her discovered she could control her ass muscles, each acting like tiny velvety fists grabbing his cock and squeezing with every push and pull. Mr. Foster winced and shivered as she was went bucking back against him, her hips undulating as her muscle lined bowels massaged his cock.
She steadied her breath. “Are you alright, sir?”
Mr. Foster answered with a tired wet moan. Drool was running down his chin, he could barely keep his eyes open, and his over-sensitive nerves seemed to make him shriek and twitch. Goosebumps ran all across his flesh, but his cock remained as stiff as when they began.
Despite the pain, Amelia had adjusted the fullness in her bowels, and with the seemingly impossible amount of cum, her ass was now easily slurping up and down his greedy organ. She was only just starting to feel the familiar tingling urge when he had his full orgasm.
She eagerly pushed herself up, her shoulder blades twisted around, and a stream of sweat went running down her spine. Her tailbone was drawing circles against his lap, the mounds of her perfect ass collided together with the effort. Her arm swung over his shoulder, her thighs wrapped around his, and she dug her heels into the back of his hips. He instinctively shoved his hands under her bra, pinching her nipples between his knuckles as he took hold of her breasts. She was panting heavily, her stomach felt full of lead. The ache in pussy melted away, and she could feel the juice run on her thighs. She moaned loudly, pushing her ass back, anchoring herself on the root of his twitching prick.
Warmth traveled up from her bowels to the pit of her stomach and then spread across her ribs. She trembled so hard it seemed to shake the very room they were standing in, and then it happened, her pussy exploded, several spurts of pussy-juice streamed down the side of the desk. Her hips writhed, she could feel every muscle in her bowels tighten and pulse against her captive prick, and Mr. Foster roared into her ear. His thighs were quaking, and his cock pulsated and then erupted again, haplessly spewing another million generations of Fosters into her sticky shit-passage. Every ounce of pressure left her body at once. She let out a howl in ecstasy as the orgasm ripped through her.
In the same moment, two boys were passing each other just outside the Administrative office door. There was strange wet pressure in the air, they both could feel it. There was the scent of something indescribable in the air. There was a sudden spark, a tingling on their skin. Both boys glanced at each other and looked away, each bracing themselves against the closest wall. One doubled-over grabbing at his cock, as if to stop it. Both their cocks swelled, and twitched, the furthest of two moaned aloud suddenly of overwhelmed with force around them. There was no hiding it, both began inexplicably creaming their pants. They came until their knees were weak and darkened stains spread through their underwear and to the front of their jeans. They glanced at each other again, red-faced and confused, and shambling off to the restroom without a word.
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Nice story