I want to Sarah while she's giving birth

You want to touch Sarah when she’s in this **** state. But… this is a big step for you. You came here thinking you would get to hold her hand while she pushed it out, if you were lucky.

“Rachel, um, what do you mean by ‘touch her’?” You whisper in Rachel’s ear. Chloe is looking out over the birth party under the pavilion, all those pregnant girls and their friends. Rachel covers her mouth, stifling a laugh. She whispers:

“You can feel her up like you were doing by the lagoon earlier. Or, one time, she told me a guy actually fucked her, and dominated her like that. Like, he actually stopped her from giving birth.” Your face is hot and red. You’re not sure if you can really do this. Suddenly, you feel a small, soft hand on your cock. Rachel is stroking you.

“Go on, Eric, the man should step up and help a pregnant lady,” Rachel says out loud, nudging you off the bench. You stumble to your feet. Sarah isn’t looking at you, staring straight ahead while breathing on her hands and knees. Your cock is hard now, and Sarah looks so helpless laboring at your feet.

“Ooh, Eric,” Sarah pants, “you can come around to the front and give me your hands. I’ll use you for support to get into more of a squat when I’m ready.” You pause by Sarah’s side, not moving. "Eric?"

You know Rachel and Chloe are looking at your bare ass. It’s now or never.

You drop your knees onto Sarah’s yoga mat and put one hand on her ass, the other on her hard, hot belly. Sarah’s ass is soft and smooth. You run your hand over the curve of her ass, giving her a squeeze. The surface of her big belly, on the other hand, there’s almost no give there.

“Whoa!” Sarah exclaims, and you pull your hands back. Sarah looks back at you kneeling sheepishly next to her. Her eyes light up like a tiger’s when she sees your cock sticking up in the air. “I didn’t say stop, babe,” Sarah says, as she nonchalantly turns her face forward. You feel a weak but pointy kick in your back. You turn around and see Rachel making a masturbatory motion with her hands. Chloe is cocking her head, watching you.

You put your hands back on Sarah’s motherly body. She keeps breathing steadily and doesn’t move much as you rub your hands on her ass and belly. You gasp and put both hands on her belly as you feel another contraction, the whole thing getting even harder and moving on its own. Sarah groans a little differently when you’re touching her. You stroke her sweaty back while squeezing her tit, flicking the barbell with your thumb.

“Holy shit, Eric, I assumed you came here to be polite, or because you wanted to be first in line for my womb when it was empty. But are you actually turned on from touching a girl giving birth?” Sarah looks at you with her green eyes open wide, her damp brown hair framing her soft face. She’s pretty, you can see that in the light. You feel less self-conscious about your unusual interest now that Sarah actually seems to like that about you.

“Yeah, I really am. Into that, I mean. And you’re, into, like, giving birth, then?” Sarah nods:

“Yeah, it’s actually my favorite thing. And there aren’t many guys who agree… damn Chloe, you made a real find this time, babe! I might have to steal him from you,” Sarah teases her. Chloe laughs:

“I prefer to give birth alone or with Joe, anyway.”

“When you’ve got a lopsided ratio of boys and girls like we do,” Rachel explains, “it’s gonna be really hard to find a guy with a one in a hundred fetish to match yours. And the odds that he’s breeding full time, too…”

“Then, Sarah, can you “instruct” me on how to fuck a girl in labor? I’m new to this,” you explain, running your fingers over the “INSTRUCTOR” label on Sarah’s uniform, still holding on to her tit.

“Oh, you wanna FUCK me?” Sarah asks. Chloe gets up from the table and walks off somewhere under the pavilion. You freeze for a moment, terrified that you said the wrong thing. But Sarah is grinning at you. She has a glint in her eyes that excites you more than it scares you.