As she shivered in the freezing shower Rachel instinctively crossed her arms, folding them underneath her breasts. They felt strangely weighty on her arms... they hadn't always been this big, had they? She slowly started inspecting them with her hands, hefting each one experimentally, when she finally took a good look at her nipples. 'Wow', she thought, inspecting her huge rock-hard nipples, 'they've never gotten this big before...' while slowly sliding her hand to her right nipple. Then, carefully, experimentally, she squeezed.
"Holy fu-uuck."
Red hot fire shot through her nipple, matching the pulsing heat in her groin. Every inhibition she had suddenly shattered and her left hand immediately shot to her crotch. As she tweaked her nipple with one hand, she pressed into herself with the other.
"Oh... OH.. MMMMmmmm.. FUCK"
She groaned and moaned as the heat kept growing in her body. She had to keep pushing, pressing, harder and faster. She started thinking of cocks—sucking them, fucking them, drawing everything she could out of them. Her mind was clouded in a sexual haze, every fiber of her being begging for sexual release. "More... MORE!" she moaned as she greedily groped each breast, while feeding more fingers deeper into her slit. She was on the edge but she needed more...
"Oohh Ohh Ohhhhhhhh!"
Her warbling cries echoed in the shower as she drove her fingers in and out, faster and faster, rubbing her swollen clit every time. She started to recall what happened in the showers the day before, how she had been dominated and felt so much pleasure... how she orgasmed again and again as she was fucked against the wall. Instinctively, she pressed herself into the wall, grinding her breasts into the shower tiles as she presented her ass to a phantom intruder. She bucked into the air as she pumped into her ass with one hand. Her mind filled with more and more foreign thoughts as she brought herself to the edge...
"SLUT!" she screamed, as the first orgasm hit her. 'What? Why did I say that, I'm not...' she thought to herself—then another orgasm hit, and another, forcing more and more throaty moans out of her. 'I'm such a good little slut' she thought, as her orgasms died down. 'No, I... I'm...' she tried to think clearly as the afterglow of her orgasms took over 'Why am I thinking these things?'. As she slowly collapsed to the shower floor, she could feel her bowels tingle and surge as more of the cum absorbed into her.
'I... have to get it out...'