She Wants Pussy

The Gatekeeper was a walking testament to female bodybuilding. Her tits had been swallowed by her pecs, barely kept decent by a tank top that spelled out EVERLAST in grossly distorted letters, and her biceps and thighs were thicker than Lois Lane's waste. Six foot four if an inch, bleach-blonde hair, skin the dark, deep baked-chicken color of a frequenter of the tanning booth.

And she was wearing neon pink hotpants.

Lois Lane had heard of the things steroids did to women's bodies. "Steroid clit" was something she'd been aware of but never seen before. Except now she could clearly see the bulge right above the gatekeeper's cameltoe. It was like the outline of a tiny, stiff dick...but with no balls, and sort of a continuation of the vulval cleft.

The gatekeeper closed the door, and Lois saw that they were in a sort of locker room, with a long low bench down the center. One end of the room ended in an open shower-area, the other had another door.

The giant of a woman brought one hand up and cupped Jacinda's cleft. She actually lifted the big-titted woman up, like a figureskater, her other hand plucking away the occultist's shirt to see the huge, firm, pale globes of her tits.

"Yeah...I think we're going to have some fun." The voice said. "I haven't had any pussy in weeks."

Jacinda turned to Lois. "You...go on ahead. This might take a little while."

The reporter hesitated...but only long enough to see the giant bodybuilder sit down on the bench, Jacinda's pussy in her lap, one mouth latched onto a single gigantic tit like she was trying to swallow the whole thing.

Lois went through the other door, hoping that Jacinda knew what she was doing.