Use your big strong hand to work Allison like a Chinese finger puppet

You’re going to deaden Allison’s 100.00 slut nerves with pleasure. Watching girls lose themselves to lust is the best.

You keep your hand in Allison and grab her tense muscular thigh with the other for leverage. As you begin to pump your fist in Allison’s gaping cunt, she grips the bench behind her so hard her knuckles turn white. She’s breathing deeply but steadily, eyes half shut as the sounds of your hand in her slick pussy echo around the locker room walls.

The locker room is one of the few places in Fort OBGYN where it’s okay to be completely naked, no uniform. There’s a real rush from being fully exposed with a girl, even when you can see each other’s cocks and pussies all the time in your uniforms. Allison’s clit jumps as she cums again on your closed hand, grabbing your arm with a low grunt. You take the opportunity to run your free hand over her comparably ripped shoulder, enjoying the feeling of her bare skin that a breeding uniform would otherwise cover.

“I think those outfits turn us into freaks, don’t you?” Allison asks as she catches her breath, pussy still contracting on your soaked fingers.

“Yeah, I was never that interested in a girl’s arms and shoulders until it became the only fucking thing covered up,” you say, feeling Allison’s firm muscles beneath her soft, girly arm flesh.

“I think it’s just natural to want to see whatever’s hidden,” Allison agrees, both hands on your muscular shoulders as you work your hand in her.

“There’s more to it. Right now, we aren’t in uniform, we’re not Breeders, we’re not doing our jobs. We’re just doing what feels good,” You can feel her body tensing up, building to another cum. This time you’re going to get a real reaction out of this slut.

“Yeah, I’m getting close again, keep doing it like that,” Allison said with little emotion, staring at your wrist where it disappeared between her legs.

“Wanna see a neat trick?” You grin, keeping the pace of your fist steady inside Allison.

“What? OH, FUCK-” Allison squeaks as you thrust your fist as deep in her as you can, right up against her wide cervix, and squeeze it rhythmically, like an arm-sized cumming cock in her big breeding hole. Her legs tremble and her small feet dance off the floor, toes curled. Allison can’t hide her ragged gasps as her eyes roll while you watch her juices leak from her hole and drip down your wrist to soak the bench. It looks like she’s given up trying to speak.

You lean forward and bite one of Allison’s small brown tits, feel her hard nipple poking your lips, while you keep up the fake cumming movement in her cunt. Allison just doesn’t stop cumming. It’s like you’ve broken the barrier to her body's total sensitivity. You hold her up on the bench so she can’t move away from you, and she pushes half-heartedly against your chest, like she can’t fully commit to stopping the waves of orgasms that have taken over her body. She moans, a low wail punctuated by gasping breaths as her oversensitive body trembles under your ****. As her wail gets louder she begins to pound your chest muscles weakly with her palms, her face turning a deep red. You count to five in your head as you torment her with mock orgasmic contractions and finally release her.

You scoot up to Allison and let her lean her small body against yours as she twitches from the aftershocks, her damp towel-covered head resting on your chest. Your hard cock hovers just in front of the shiny wet folds of her gaping, contracting cunt. Looking at it, you think that your cock could just barely rub against her if you stuck it in right now. But you want Allison to be a little more conscious before you try something else. Her breathing slowly returns to normal as you wrap your arms around her, holding her steady.

“That was… something else, Joe. I feel like I went through three days worth of cums in just a minute. I knew you wouldn’t hurt me, but it felt like I might die,” Allison says softly, still leaning into you.

“Let me check you again,” you reply, placing your D-band against her toned stomach. You hold the display on the back of your hand behind Allison’s towel-covered head and look down her bare back and thick muscular ass as you read:

Allison Wang
Ovulation: Ready
Sensitivity: 64.07
Births: 177

“What does it say?” She asks, looking up at you. You shake your hand and the display fades.