Discharge

Lois wanted to just relax, and let the hot, scented water soothe her muscles and mind after the events of the night—but there was something distracting her. A sense of fullness, inside. It was something she'd felt before, though not for a long time—when a condom had broken inside of her, and she'd taken a full, thick load deep inside. It had taken a while for it to all drip out. She'd had to change her panties twice that day, and found them stiff with globs of dried cum each time...

She rubbed the soft cloth over her sore pussy, but it felt rough on the raw, sensitive outer lips...and was, anyway, too big to do what was really needed. Lois had never douched—heard it was bad, the water just pushing the sperm deeper up inside of you—so it was down to the old-fashioned method.

Laying the washcloth over the side, Lois spread her knees as far as the confines of the tub allowed. With one hand, she carefully spread her lips...feeling the warm water on her insides, and the sluggish flow of something moving slowly out. She dipped her other hand under the surface of the water and brought it down to that opening. There was nothing else for it but to scoop it out.

The position was a little awkward. Lois started by running two fingers along her inner lips, feeling the slimy sensation of the discharge and flicking it away into the water. Sliding her fingers up and down, up and down, rubbing it around her fingers and flicking it away...but she could still feel it, deeper inside.

So she probed deeper. Pushing her fingers in near the bottom of her canal, Lois grunted softly at her out self-intrusion—but she could feel the discharge, thick as tapioca inside of her. She wondered if that was because of the contact with the water, or if it had just sort of congealed. Her fingers scooped at the stuff, curling up and pulling it out of her two fingerfuls at a time...and all the action, the penetration, the scraping against her inner walls, was starting to get her excited, again...even through everything she had just been through in the past hour. It was unusual, certainly; maybe she'd been without longer than she had thought...

The peak, when it came, was a small one. A little lightning shiver, a sudden warm gush of fluid from her pussy as it clamped onto her fingers. She tensed and held it, back arched, nipples hard and craning out of the water...but it passed. Lois pulled her fingers from her spent pussy, and idly brought them out of the water to look at the discharge...then her eyes widened in surprise and alarm.