A Steroid Abuser

Sam opened the door and for a moment, she felt a wave of relief—there was Zora, the woman from the picture. The same face, tanned a deep golden bronze, framed by the same inky dark hair. Dark eyes flashed and the face lit up in a beatific smile as she saw the almost-naked woman before her.

Then Sam's brain **** her to pull back from the face and take in the rest of her sex guest.

Zora was about Sam's height—but the smooth bulges of muscle in her arms and legs were now much larger, more defined. The tight black one-piece dress hugged her curves, but mostly they showed off shoulders like bowling balls, biceps bigger than Sam's thighs, hugely over-developed thighs and ass...like a compact She-Hulk, a hundred and fifty pounds of muscle squeezed into someone only about 5'6", all the pleasant smoothness gone.

As shocking as that was, the real tragedy was Zora's tits. They had shrunk. The black dress, tight about those nutcracker thighs and barely able to accommodate those hulking shoulders, was loose in the chest. Sam felt an inexplicable sense of loss.

"Thanks for waiting," Zora said as she stepped in. Her dark eyes scanned the room as she closed the door behind her. "Nice place."

"Than—oop!" Sam's line of thought was suddenly cut off as Zora kneeled down, grabbed Sam about the knees, and stood up—now with Sam bent over her shoulder. Without missing a beat, Zora strode over to the drinks cabinet and pulled out a bottle of Bulleit bourbon.

"Bedroom?" Zora said, looking around...but before Sam could answer, the musclebound woman saw the doorway and marched through it. Without any appreciable effort, Zora shrugged Sam off of her shoulder and down onto the bed...and when Sam had her bearings again, she saw Zora had twisted the cap off the bottle and was chugging from it. Sam watched in appalled fascination as the amber liquid bubbled emptied...and then Zora finally lowered it and offered a small, ladylike belch.

"Excuse me," she said, as she put the cap back on the bottle and set it on the floor. She turned to Sam, who could see that Zora's face was flushed. "Sorry for being so forward it's just...ever since I started the bodybuilder thing, I've had trouble getting laid. Guys think I'm too masculine. And I haven't, uh...I mean, I've always been attracted to women, but I never really got a chance to explore that, you know?"

Sam nodded, slowly. It was just her luck to run into a bi-curious amazon...but that needn't be too bad. She wasn't normally into lots of muscles, but all aspects of the female form were attractive...

"Good!" Zora said and she began to unzip and pull off her dress. "I desperately need someone to suck my clit."

More of that body came into view...and Sam could see now the deep, unnatural tan of the salon instead of the beach, which helped the muscles stand out in contrast. She breathed a sigh of relief that Zora wasn't prepped for a bodybuilding competition...she knew that all those tight muscles and prominent veins on magazine covers and during competitions were the result of dehydration, and that most of the time the Super Saiyan physiques were humanized at least a little with a bit of water wait...but Sam could still clearly see the shape of Zora's abs, the sadly shrunken breasts with nipples darkened from tanning treatment.

She was hairless, too, which Sam didn't mind one way or another...and then she saw Zora's clit.

It was over almost two inches long, and dangled over the trim, dark labia like the lure of an anglerfish. The tip of it was a vivid purple, bulbous.

"Roids," Zora explained. "I'm kinda self-conscious about it, really. Guys see it, and they just freak. But I'm not trans or anything, I'm all woman! Don't I look like a woman?"

Sam debated the best response. Preferably one that wouldn't get her smacked.

"You're built like a brick shithouse," Sam said, finally. "But you're all woman."

Zora beamed...and then the smile turned into something like a leer, and she slid, naked, onto the bed.

"That means you don't mind sucking it...right? It's really sensitive since it started to get...bigger."

Sam found herself backing up a little as the musclebound woman approached. She was so much heavier and stronger than her that even though they were both women, the sheer imposing physicality of Zora scared her a little...and Zora, for her part, had all the care of a big dog dealing with little dog. Good natured, almost **** of the size difference and physical advantage.

Until there was nowhere left for Sam to back up, and Zora's knees were planted almost in Sam's armpits, and the dangling super-clit hung just above her lips. Sam went cross-eyed staring at the monstrous thing, as Zora's great muscled arms grabbed her headboard.

"Go on. Suck it," Zora said, her voice betraying her eagerness.

Sam opened her mouth. Her tongue trembled as she extended it. Could feel the weight of that clit aginst the tip as she ran it down the underside...then up and around. Finally, Sam closed her eyes and let her lips close on the little clit as it swelled and stiffened.

Don't think of it like a little dick, don't think of it like a little dick, Sam repeated over and over in her head. It's just a clit, there's a pussy right there, you're just being a good lesbian, she's a woman, it's fine, this is all fine...

Zora shifted her hips.

"Um, fuck, yeah. Now you're getting into it. Time for the main course."

The shaven slit mashed into Sam's lips...but what caught her by surprise was that enlarged clit, now stiff and angry, that bumped into her nose. Sam opened her mouth and tried to concentrate on eating Zora's pussy...to enjoy the feminine musk, the smoothness of her labia against her cheeks, the tart flavor of her cunny...but the mutant clit was there, in the way, poking her in the nose, almost fucking her nostril. It made it particularly difficult to concentrate on her cunt-licking.

Not that Zora seemed to mind. She was in no hurry, those great buttocks flexing, hips shifting instinctively. It was the awkwardest, most uncomfortable session of cunnilingus that Sam had ever been engaged in...even the angle of her head was awkward, a crick building in her neck...but Zora, at least, appeared utterly oblivious to how half-hearted and half-assed Sam was, gumming her labia and sliding her tongue in and out of her folds.

"Jeez, you're better than any man I've ever had...I should have started fucking chicks sooner," Zora said as she pulled away. "I'm almost about to cum! But I've got to fuck you."

Sam stared up at the hulking woman, not sure what the bodybuilder even considered lesbian sex...and then one hand came down and pulled at Sam's panties.

A painful snap as the elastic gave. The sound of ripping cloth, then the flutter of bits of pink fabric.

"Sorry...don't know my own strength sometimes," Zora chuckled as she grabbed at Sam's legs.

I should stop this, Sam thought as Zora stood up on the bed, dragging Sam's legs up so that their pussies pressed against each other. I mean, theoretically. I don't think I could stop her if I tried.

"This is how you do this, right?" Zora said as she bent her knees...and Sam choked back a scream as her spine suddenly compressed and that giant clit rubbed against her pussy.

Later on, thinking back to what had happened, the best way Sam could describe it to herself is that she was used. Zora seemed to literally floss her cunt with Sam's pussy, pushing and pulling the woman's legs as Sam held onto the bedsheets for dear life, her cunny mashed and rubbed as Zora sawed back and forth, oblivious to all else but the feel of the frottage...and she must have thought Sam's rictus was a grin of joy, because Zora grinned back down at her, sure she was nailing this whole lesbian thing as the two cunts kissed roughly, harder and faster, all the weight of the bodybuilder on top of Sam.

The worst part was near the end. When Zora began to grunt and grind. Sam could actually feel the clit press between her labia, sliding back and forth...and Sam wasn't sure whether she was juicing or if Zora was simply dripping into her twat, but they were both wet now, and despite the pain in her back and her abysmal performance, Sam was beginning...just beginning...to feel that urgent stirring inside her that said: "Yes, yes, this is it, this is what I've been craving, sexual contact with another human being!"

Then Zora came.

Her thighs squeezed shut, one knee digging into Sam's belly, and this time Sam couldn't scream because she couldn't breathe. Hot cunt-juice squirted out and trickled down the massively muscular leg as Zora cried out. It couldn't have last long...seconds...but in that time, Sam felt as if she was being twisted into a pretzel.... and when Zora finally let go of her, all Sam could feel was the sprained muscles in her back, bright blossoms of pain...

"Fuck, I needed that," Zora said as she collapsed on the bed. She looked over at Sam. "Was it good for you?"

Sam managed a whimper. Her face was twisted in a grimace.

"I think...I pulled something..." she managed.

"Tch. Should have stretched. Let me get you some ice," Zora bounded off the bed, to leave her half-crippled lover there. At the doorway, the amazon paused and flicked her hair, to cast one long look at the naked woman in the bed. "Maybe while you wait, you can think of some other stuff for us to do...because I know one orgasm isn't enough for me!"

She didn't wait for Sam's answer...and Sam closed her eyes, trying very carefully not to move. It was, she sensed, going to be a long night...and Sam prayed to whatever god might be listening that she would survive another round with hurricane Zora.