Take a shower with Sarah

You can smell the strong scent of sex on Sarah. All the sweat, pussy, and cum of a hot day spent fucking and birthing. Breeding instructors leave their shifts with a smell that would put a present-day whore to shame. You don’t need to think about where Sarah’s been all afternoon.

“Let’s get cleaned up, before they bitch at us for stinking up the place,” you answer.

“Yeah, you remind me of a boy’s locker room,” Sarah scrunches up her nose. In Fort OBGYN’s newer buildings, there is no “boy’s locker room”, just “a locker room”, seeing as both sexes would ignore such signage.

“When have you been in a boy’s locker room?” You smirk.

“Hey, I wasn’t THAT slutty in high school, I was just a team manager! Cheerleaders, those were the real sluts,” Sarah laughs.

She pulls you by the hand into the first-floor bathroom. The smooth wood floor of The Academy creeks under your bare feet. Under the cool water, you scrub the whole day’s worth of sweat and sex from your bodies.

You lift and knead Sarah’s soft, heavy tits, cleaning them all over and making her giggle in the process. Sarah gives special care to your cock and balls, soaping them thoroughly while you enjoy her body.

“That feel good, babe? This young stud cock of yours that so many girls beg for babies is all mine now.” She slides her slick fingers over your cock until you’re completely hard.

“Ah, yeah, it feels good. You feel so good,” you reply, popping one of Sarah’s big brown nipples into your mouth, feeling her piercing click against your teeth.

“How many girls did you knock up today?” Sarah asks, stroking you steadily with her slippery hand.

“Uh… three. Slow day,” you chuckle. Sarah squeals in surprise when you bite down on her tit flesh. Her breast is too big for even half of it to fit in your mouth.

“Oh, you fucking animal!” Sarah gasps as you hold on firmly, not enough to bruise but enough to leave tooth marks on her. “Well, this baby maker,” Sarah says, pulling your hand to her soft, saggy belly, “gave birth again while you were working.”

“Wish I could have been there,” you groan as she strokes you faster. Sarah lets go of your cock before you get close to cumming. Even Breeders don’t like showering with cum on their feet. Sarah rinses your clean cock and kneels on the grippy shower mat.

“Since you have so much cum left after this slow day, why not waste some?” Sarah opens her mouth wide to stick out her long tongue. She looks up at you with her green eyes wide and pleading. Her pierced nipples drip with soapy water, stiff and bumpy from the cold and your attention.

You grab one of the sturdy bars a crafty Breeder installed on the shower wall years ago, and guide your cock up against Sarah’s tongue. She eagerly gulps it into her mouth, her lustful moans leaking out around your shaft. Sarah looks up at you as she sucks you, attentively aiming to pleasure you as much as possible. She grabs your thighs and takes you deep, her tongue pressing against your balls. You grunt, unable to hold back against her strong suction. Sarah moans wetly, feeling your cum splash against her throat.

“Ah, I wish I could knock up your fucking mouth, Sarah,” you sigh, brushing her hair, dark brown when wet, back from her face. It sticks to her neck and barely reaches her shoulders. You moan with appreciation, feeling Sarah suck the last drops of cum from your cock before finally releasing you from her mouth.

“The baby would push every tooth out of my mouth when it’s coming out,” Sarah flashes you a toothy grin.

“That’s gross!”

“I’d be fine with it,” Sarah says, “if it’s yours.”

“Really?”

“Fuck no!” You burst out laughing under the shower's spray. Sarah stands up and reaches for the soap, trying to get her laughter under control.

“I’m going to practice my introduction now, ha ha; fuck, okay,” Sarah says, applying some soap around her nipple piercings. She slides them through the holes in her tits, cleaning them carefully and methodically, as she’s done a thousand times before.

“Okay, what’s your name?” you chuckle, playing along with Sarah’s cheesy instructor game. She pants, getting her laughter under control.

“Hi, I’m Sarah, and my tits are a bitch to clean but super fucking fun to get dirty! Also, I prefer getting knocked up in my cunt instead of my mouthhthhtht-” she can’t finish the sentence while you're cracking up in front of her.

“Okay, ha ha, you try,” Sarah gasps, rinsing herself off. You shut off the water.