Tubful of Cum

A solid line of white ooze was running from the faucet, coiling underneath an inch or two of water, and spreading out along the bottom of the tub. It was so thick, Lois couldn't even see the fingers in her aching cunt, the goo a solid level covering everything up to her belly button...and her she had been, unknowing, jamming the stuff deeper and deeper into her already abused slit...

Lois bolted to her feet, as fast as she could, but they slid for purchase against that terrible ooze, and she ended up flailing, then drawing herself up to her knees and crawling out of the tub, onto the bathmat.

She stayed there for a moment, on all fours, trying to master her sudden panic. The faucet was still on, the level in the tub still climbing. She was covered, from belly-button to ankle, in a clinging layer of the white goo—and she could recognize the smell now, the all-too-familiar odor of spunk penetrating through the bath bomb.

It was fantastic. Incredible. Impossible. She had been bathing in—hell, masturbating in—cum. Lois ran a finger down her belly, gathered some of it up in her hand. Slimy and sticky, like jizz normally got in a shower when she tried to wash it off. Lois made a mental note that she'd have to probably shave her pubis entirely, for all the clotted sperm tangled into the curly black hairs...and yet as she ran it around her fingers, watching the level of cum continue to rise...the imp of the perverse whispered an idea into her mind...terrible yet tempting...

After all, she had already gone this far, the voice in her head seemed to say. Why not...enjoy it? Elizabeth Bathory had her baths of virgin blood, Cleopatra her milk baths...why not Lois Lane and her man-milk bath? When would she ever get another opportunity? Her twat was already flooded with seed, whatever might come of that she could deal with...she might as well enjoy herself... and she felt a familiar heat in her cum-drenched cunt as she saw that stream of fresh seed pour into the tub...