Chapter 15 by Zeebop

How Does Lois' Shower Go?

Someone Scrubs Her Back

Scalding water hit the reporter's skin. Cum ran off her body in milky streams. Lois welcomed the heat, even though it was close to the point of pain, pale skin turning red beneath the stream, forcing her to dance in and out of the water, and finally to turn the heat down to something that wouldn't boil her.

Steam filled the shower as she ran the loofah all over her body, scraping away the more obstinate bits of jizz. In between her legs, shuddering as the rough sponge touched her sensitive lips. Even then, she could still feel some of it, deep inside of her. Time enough for that in a moment.

She breathed in the warm, wet air. Felt her muscles relax, wet hair draped over her face. Her mind kept going back to all the crazy things that had happened tonight. The things she had done. How much of it had been real?

All of it, she knew. Strange and terrible as it had been, Lois Lane was not one to doubt the evidence of her senses. She could still smell the stench of cum above the smell of shampoo and soap.

Removing her pubic hair was a matter of moments. The pink razor scraped away the crusty, matted hair. Lois ran the soap over the smooth, sensitive skin. She always felt oddly naked without pubic hair. It reminded her of when she was a girl. Untouched. Unsullied. **** to lose her virginity.

She set the razor on the shelf, fingers lingering between her legs as she washed off the soap. One finger slid inside her. It was wet and slimy. Still full of jizz from the tub. It would all have to come out...

The shower attachment had been one of Lois Lane's little luxuries in life. It was, essentially, a dildo: slim and tapered, soft silicone, spraying water in patterns...inside or out. The reporter licked her lips as she let the water spray over her pussy, one particularly strong jet aimed at her clit. Spread her lips to let the water hit the inside, rinsing some of the accumulated cum out of her.

She was just about to slide the attachment up inside of her when she felt the loofah against her back...knew she was no longer alone in the shower.