A Fertile Soak

The bathtub had been a gift from the landlord, a cracked porcelain relic from the seventies that Carole had scrubbed until it gleamed. Now it held something far warmer than water. The first load had hit the bottom with a wet, heavy slap, then another, then another, until a thick white pool lapped at the curve of her belly. She lowered herself into it slowly, the heat of fresh semen wrapping around her thighs, her swollen stomach, the undersides of her heavy tits. It was thick enough to cling, hot enough to make her sigh.

Around the tub stood a circle of men. Bobby was there, tall and dark, his ten-inch cock already dripping a steady thread of pre-cum onto the bathmat. Peter stood beside him, his own monster equally hard, the huge shiny head pulsing with every heartbeat. There were others too, six in all, each one holding an uncut cock that leaked from the tip, foreskins stretched tight over glistening heads.

Carole leaned back against the sloped end of the tub, spreading her legs so the semen could swirl between them. Her fingers found her bald pussy, already slick with more than the bath. She rubbed slow circles around her clit, watching the men watch her.

"Don't be shy," she said, her voice light and teasing. "You're all standing there like you've never seen a pregnant girl in a tub full of cum."

Bobby laughed, that low rumbling sound she remembered from the first time he'd bent her over the kitchen counter. "We're just enjoying the view, sweetheart."

"Enjoy it closer," she said. "I want those dicks in my mouth. One at a time. Form a line."

They shuffled closer, the circle tightening around the tub. The first man stepped forward, a thick-bodied guy with a heavy foreskin that completely covered his head. Carole reached up and took him in her hand, feeling the heat, the weight. She pulled the skin back slowly, watching a fat bead of pre-cum well up from the slit.

"This one's got a lot of skin," she said, her voice dreamy. "I love that. I can roll it back and forth and feel every ridge."

She took him into her mouth, her tongue working under the foreskin first, scooping out the salty slickness. He groaned, his hips jerking. She sucked him deeper, her lips stretching around his girth, and when she pulled back, the skin rolled forward again, sealing the head. She did it again, and again, each time pulling more pre-cum into her mouth.

"Fuck, Carole," the man muttered. "I'm gonna come."

"Then come," she said, pulling off just enough to speak, her lips brushing the wet head. "I want to taste it."

He did, his cock pulsing in her hand as thick ropes of cum shot into her open mouth. She swallowed greedily, some of it spilling over her chin and dripping onto her tits. She rubbed it into her skin, smearing it over her swollen nipples.

"Next," she said.

The second man was uncircumcised but with a shorter foreskin that barely covered the head. His cock was thinner but longer, with a pronounced curve. Carole licked from the base to the tip, tracing the vein that ran along the underside.

"This one curves up," she said. "I bet it hits every good spot inside."

She took him deep, letting the curve press against the roof of her mouth. He lasted longer than the first, his hips rocking gently as she worked him. When he finally came, he pulled out and shot across her chest, painting her nipples white. Carole pinched one hard, and a thin stream of milk sprayed out, mixing with the cum.

"Look at that," Peter said, his voice thick. "She's milking herself."

Carole looked up at him, still pinching. "You want some on your dick?"

He stepped closer, and she aimed her nipple at his cock, squeezing until milk sprayed over the dark shaft. It dripped down, mixing with the pre-cum that never stopped leaking from his tip. She reached up and smeared it all together, using her milk as lubricant to stroke him.

"God, that's hot," Bobby said, his own cock twitching.

"Your turn," Carole said to the third man. "Come here."

He was uncut with a very tight foreskin, the head barely visible even when he was fully hard. Carole had to work it back carefully, her fingers gentle as she exposed the sensitive glans.

"This one's so tight," she said. "It's like the skin doesn't want to let go. I have to be careful with it."

She licked the exposed head, and the man shuddered. His pre-cum was thinner than the others, almost watery, and it poured from him in a steady stream. Carole caught it on her tongue, then used it to slick her fingers before pushing them inside herself.

"I'm going to finger myself while I suck you," she said. "Is that okay?"

He nodded, unable to speak. She took him back into her mouth and pushed two fingers into her pussy, the bath of semen making it easy. She fucked herself slowly, matching the rhythm of her mouth, and when he came, he filled her throat so fast she had to pull off and let the rest spill down her chin.

"Fuck, you're messy," Bobby said, but his voice was full of admiration.

"I love being messy," Carole said, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "It's the whole point."

The fourth man had a thick, blunt cock with a foreskin that hung past the head even when erect. Carole rolled it between her fingers, fascinated by the extra length of skin.

"This one's like a sleeve," she said. "I could probably fit my whole tongue inside it."

She tried, pushing her tongue into the space between skin and glans, and the man cried out, his knees buckling. She held him steady, licking and sucking until he came, his cum shooting out in thick, heavy spurts that landed on her belly and dripped into the tub.

The fifth man was uncut with a long, tapered foreskin that came to a point. His cock was average length but incredibly thick, and Carole had to open her jaw wide to take him.

"This one's so fat," she said, her voice muffled around him. "It's stretching my mouth."

She worked him with both hands, jerking the base while she sucked the head, and when he came, she pulled off and let him paint her face. She closed her eyes, feeling the hot cum land on her cheeks, her lips, her forehead. She rubbed it into her skin, then reached down and scooped up a handful from the tub, pouring it over her head.

"I want to be covered," she said. "Every inch of me."

Peter was next, and she saved him for last because she knew what he liked. His cock was the biggest, ten inches of dark, veined flesh with a huge, shiny head that always looked painful. His foreskin was thick and heavy, and when she pulled it back, a torrent of pre-cum spilled out.

"Peter," she said, looking up at him. "Your dick is always dripping. I love it."

She took him into her mouth, stretching her jaw to accommodate his girth. She couldn't take all of him, but she worked the first few inches, her hand stroking the rest. His pre-cum coated her tongue, her throat, her lips. She pulled off and pressed his cock between her tits, using the milk that still leaked from her nipples to slick him.

"Fuck my tits," she said. "I want to feel you between them."

He did, thrusting slowly at first, then faster. His cock slid between her swollen breasts, the head emerging at the top with each thrust. She bent her head and licked it each time it appeared, and when he came, he shot over her chin, her chest, her belly. She caught some in her mouth, swallowing what she could.

Bobby was last, and she was already trembling with need. Her pussy ached, her clit throbbing. She'd been fingering herself the whole time, and she was close.

"Bobby," she said. "I need your dick in my mouth, but I also need to come. Can you do both?"

He grinned. "I can try."

She took him into her mouth while her fingers worked furiously between her legs. The tub of semen sloshed around her as she bucked her hips, chasing her orgasm. Bobby's cock was thick and heavy, his foreskin rolling back and forth as she sucked him.

"I'm going to come," she gasped, pulling off for a moment. "Don't stop. Please don't stop."

She took him back into her mouth and came, her body convulsing in the tub, semen splashing over the sides. She screamed around his cock, and he came too, filling her mouth with his own hot load. She swallowed greedily, milking him with her lips.

When she finally pulled off, she was panting, her whole body slick with cum and milk and sweat. She looked up at the circle of men, all of them still hard, still leaking.

"I'm not done," she said. "I want all of you inside me."

She reached under the semen and found the dildo she'd brought with her, a thick, realistic thing with a suction cup base. She pressed it to the bottom of the tub and lowered herself onto it, gasping as it filled her. The semen in the tub rushed into her pussy along with the dildo, and she moaned at the sensation of being so full.

"Watch me," she said. "I'm going to ride this while you all jerk off over me."

She began to move, bouncing on the dildo, the tub of semen sloshing around her. The men closed in, their cocks in their hands, stroking themselves as they watched her. Pre-cum dripped onto her shoulders, her hair, her tits.

"Pinch your nipples," Bobby said. "Spray milk on us."

She did, squeezing both nipples hard, and milk arced out, splashing over the closest cocks. The men groaned, stroking faster. She kept bouncing, kept pinching, kept coming. Her orgasms rolled through her one after another, each one making her squeeze the dildo tighter, pushing semen deeper inside herself.

"I can feel it all," she moaned. "The cum, the milk, the dildo. I'm so full."

Peter stepped closer, his cock aimed at her face. "Open your mouth."

She did, and he came, shooting onto her tongue. She swallowed, then opened again for Bobby, who painted her tits. The other men followed, one after another, until she was drenched in a fresh layer of cum.

"Now," she said, her voice hoarse. "Now I want three cocks in my pussy."

The men exchanged glances, then moved. Bobby positioned himself behind her, Peter in front, and the third man, the one with the thick, blunt cock, knelt beside the tub. They worked together, lifting her slightly, positioning themselves at her entrance.

"All at once," she said. "I can take it."

They pushed in together, three thick cocks stretching her pussy wider than she'd ever felt. She screamed, her body arching, milk spraying from her nipples as the sensation overwhelmed her. They began to thrust, not in rhythm, but in a chaotic, desperate rhythm that made the semen in the tub churn and splash.

"Fuck, you're tight," Bobby grunted. "Even with all this cum, you're so fucking tight."

"I can feel every one of you," Carole gasped. "Bobby's cock is the longest, it's hitting my cervix. Peter's is the thickest, it's stretching me so wide. And the other one, the blunt one, it's pressing against my g-spot."

She described each one as they moved inside her, her words tumbling out between moans. The men came one by one, their cum mixing inside her, pushing out around their cocks with each thrust. The semen in the tub was now a churning mess of cum and milk and her own juices.

"Don't stop," she begged. "Keep fucking me. I want to feel it all leak out."

They kept going, even after they'd come, their cocks still hard, still thrusting. Carole's orgasms became a continuous wave, her body shaking, her voice gone. She could feel the cum being pushed deeper, then pulled out, then pushed back in. It was obscene and perfect.

Finally, one by one, they pulled out, and Carole collapsed back into the tub, her pussy gaping, a river of semen flowing out of her and mixing with the bath. She lay there, panting, her whole body twitching with aftershocks.

"Well," she said, her voice a hoarse whisper. "That was definitely better than a bubble bath."

Bobby laughed, leaning against the wall. "Remind me to get you a bigger tub next time."

"Next time?" Carole smiled, her eyes half-closed. "Who said anything about next time? I'm going to need at least an hour to recover."

Peter reached down and scooped a handful of cum from the tub, then poured it over her belly. "We'll give you thirty minutes."

Carole laughed, a tired, satisfied sound. "You're all insatiable."

"Look who's talking," Bobby said. "You just took three dicks in your pussy while bathing in cum."

Carole shrugged, the movement making her tits jiggle. "A girl's got to have hobbies."

She closed her eyes, letting the warmth of the bath soak into her skin. The men stood around her, still hard, still dripping, waiting. And somewhere in the back of her mind, she was already thinking about what she wanted to do next.