Clean Up

With a shaky hand, Lois reached back and turned off the faucet. Her knees trembled as she slid forward, off of the faucet-cock. A torrent of semen poured out of her, into the bath. The reporter knelt in the tub full of cooling sperm, panting, getting her wind back, coming down from the orgasm that had rocked her world.

Slowly, reality asserted itself. Lois looked around. The tub was full to the brim with a vicious white sludge...except for the last blast into her pussy, which Lois noted dully was jet black. The evil-looking sperm didn't even phase her at this point. The whole night had just been too weird, too wild.

The smell was overwhelming...once in college, Lois had caught a loaded condom right in her nose, and this was just like that. An alkaline reek that wouldn't go away. It was everywhere...on her body, her hair, spilled over the sides onto the floor, droplets of it drying on the wall...

Lois sighed. This was going to take some clean-up.

The tub, Lois quickly found, fishing around in the soup for the plug, wouldn't drain. Leaving cum-stain footprints on the floor, the reporter used a small bucket she kept under the sink in case of leaks to bail out the tub, depositing one sperm clinic's monthly supply after another into the toilet and flushing it away.

Bye, little guys. She thought, watching the mixed splooge circle the drain. No eggs for you!

It took about an hour to get the tub down to the level where Lois could see the drain. By then, the jizz on her skin and hair had mostly dried into a flaky mess. A few tugs with the plunger cleared the clog, and the still-liquid jizz began to slowly drain, although parts of it had congealed into more solid clumps. Lois looked at the gelatinous lumps in fascination, then caught herself licking her lips and got back to work.

The reporter tried the sink with trepidation...and gave a sigh of relief when warm water spewed out of the spigot. She filled the bucket and began rinsing out the tub. Post-sex aches were beginning to tell in her muscles, cunt aching, arms and legs weak. She could feel the sweat gathering beneath her arm pits and breasts as she scrubbed, fingers pruning. Lois wanted to collapse into bed, just close her eyes and drift into dreams. But if she left this mess to morning, she knew it would be almost impossible to clean.

So she scrubbed.

When the tub was relatively clean, Lois took her least-favorite towel and began scrubbing walls, floor, and anywhere else semen had gotten to. The depths of her tiredness came to her when she found herself using the damp rag to polish the penis-faucet, idly wondering if it would ever turn back to normal...then shook herself awake.

The ruined towel was tossed in the bucket, both of which Lois planned to surreptitiously dispose of tomorrow morning.

Lois raised a hand to her head—and stared at herself in the mirror. She looked like the aftermath of the mother of all bukkake videos. Her face and breasts were glazed, pink nipples lost beneath the frosting. Her crotch was a dark mess, the black jism mixed with her carefully trimmed pubic hair into a sticky mass.

Definitely time to shave it all off, she decided, picking up a pink safety razor and soft shaving soap. The shower beckoned, and Lois hummed a little tune as she arranged her soaps and shampoos. It was time to run the hot water out. Turn it up just next to boiling and let it scald her clean. She eyed the shower attachment and the soft loofah. Inside and out.