Shave Her Pussy

How did I get here? Lois Lane wondered. The naked reporter sat on a shower chair, the hot water spraying against her back, legs spread. Valeria was on her knees her wet titties swaying gently as she rubbed the shaving soap over Lois Lane's crotch.

Lois Lane didn't have much pubic hair—she liked to keep her labia clean-shaven, but being completely bald reminded her too much of pre-puberty, so she kept a carefully-trimmed triangular patch of dark pubes above her clit and below the bikini line. A patch now lost in a foam of white soap, and Valeria hummed as she swirled the safety razor in the air.

"Mistress," the reporter prompted.

"Oh yes!" Valeria said with a giggle. "So many of us come here. We have our problem with men, or maybe we just realize we're...missing something. The mistress attracts such lost souls to her, like moths to a flame. She's so receptive, so sympathetic, so wise. Listens to all of our troubles. Lets us open our hearts to her."

The head of the razor pressed against the reporter's skin. With a smooth, steady stroke, it cut a path through the soap, leaving a bare trail of skin down toward Lois Lane's clit. Lois did her best not to shiver, feeling the heat rise to her cheeks, not sure whether she was aroused or if it was just the hot water and steam.

"She took each of us under her wing...introduced us to each other. Showed us how women can enjoy our own company. The heights of pleasure we can reach...what we can experience together. We became her faithful followers...her coven."

As Valeria spoke, the razor made steady progress, stroke after stroke. Taking with it Lois Lane's hair down there, revealing clean, virgin skin. The soap ran in little white rivulets to either side of her labia, pooled on the seat of the chair beneath her ass. Lois was suddenly aware of how close Valeria was, her face going down right to the level of the reporter's slit, almost as if she was talking directly to Lois Lane's pussy.

"We're almost complete...one more initiate...every coven has thirteen members, you know? The mistress asked us to keep an eye out for anyone that seems suitable. When I saw you at the bar...I just knew!"

The reporter's pussy was bare now. Lois stared down at a cunny she hadn't seen hairless since before she was old enough to shave. The hot breath of the busty Latina made her cunt-lips tremble and quiver.

"And she has such...gifts for you..."

Valeria's lips closed in an obscene kiss that made the seated reporter's legs tremble, and Lois threw her head back so that the hot water would blast her in the face.