by Jay Manus

 

After that, Janey let me sleep.   She watched me snoring contentedly for a while, and then she got up and hopped out of the crater we had dug.

 

She looked around and took stock of the situation.  First of all, neither of us were wearing a stitch of clothing any more, except for the pink sneakers still on Janey’s feet.  Pretty much every standing thing within a block or so of us had been shaken or blown down.  There was nobody in sight either, since any onlookers that might have gathered to watch our spectacle had been carried away by the cyclone force winds of Janey’s orgasmic scream. 

 

There was still a fire hydrant across the street.

 

Killing time, Jane walked over to the fire hydrant and examined it.  It was made of a heavy metal, squat and thick.  It was obviously rooted quite solidly into the underground piping system.  With her hand, Janey idly pushed its top to one side, making it lean at a 30-degree angle.  Then she sunk her fingers into the metal base, puncturing it in five places.  Ignoring the water squirting out through the new holes she had made, she lifted the hydrant straight out of the ground.  One side of the underground piping broke off, but the other side held on.  As she lifted the hydrant higher and higher, more and more of the 6-inch supply pipe came out of the ground, even breaking up the pavement where it turned to cross the street.  With her other hand, Janey broke the supply pipe away from the hydrant, and then crimped it shut to keep the water from gushing out into the street.

 

So now Janey had a red-and-white fire hydrant in her hand.  Fooling around, she put it between her exposed, rather large and full breasts, and then squeezed her breasts together by pressing on both sides with her hands.  She gradually increased the pressure until she was applying several tons of force.  The thick metal hydrant began to deform under the pressure, and then finally collapsed inward on itself.  But she didn’t stop there.  She kept on squeezing, until the force could be measured in the hundreds, then thousands of tons.  As she did so, the metal squirted out above and below her breasts.  What remained between them began to heat up until it was red hot, and finally the molten iron dribbled down her tight abs, over her navel, and down into her bush.  Enjoying the feeling of using her strength this way, she began massaging her large breasts with the same thousands of tons of force.

 

Janey liked the way things were going, but she wanted to get something into her cunt.  She picked up a piece of metal that had fallen to the ground, and forced it into her pussy, deforming it in the process, and mushed it around in her crotch.  It quickly melted and dribbled out, leaving her fingers to continue the work.  But her fingers were more than up to the challenge, being able to deliver many tons of pressure onto her ever-more needy clit.  She dropped back onto the pavement again and rubbed herself with both hands, becoming more and more aroused, until she finally brought herself to another small climax.

 

I was gradually awakened from my stupor by the shaking earth around me.  Climbing out of the hole, I saw that Janey’s supersonic self-arousal was its cause.  Watching her bring herself off so powerfully, I began to rub my own hardening dick again, faster and faster, and when she reached her limit, I also reached mine, spraying the ground with more thick white cum than I thought I had in me.

 

We both looked at each other and laughed.  This was incredible!  I had never experienced so much sexual excitement in one day – by a long shot – and Janey was obviously enjoying the experience as well.  But I think we were both sated for the moment.

 

Looking at the sun, I realized it was already early afternoon, and I was hungry.  Neither of us had had anything to eat today, so I figured we should go find some lunch.  “Let’s get something to eat, ok?”

 

“Sure,” Janey shrugged, “whatever.  Just as long as there’s a lot of it.  I could eat a horse.”

 

“Ok.  Let’s get some clothes on.”  Closing my eyes, I gave myself a nice short-sleeve polo shirt and a pair of blue jeans.  I gave Janey a similar pair of jeans, maybe a little tighter than mine, and a solid grey T-shirt.  Then I opened my eyes and admired the way her breasts filled out the T-shirt nicely, forming stretch lines from one to the other.  I playfully took her boobs in my hands and squeezed them.

 

“Now we need to get away from this area.  I’m guessing the earthquake you simulated has riled people up a little too much for them to be thinking about lunch.  We need a car.”

 

Janey perked up.  “Hey, don’t think one up for us just yet.  I have an idea.”  She ran off, boobs bouncing crazily, down the block and out of sight.

 

A few minutes later she returned.  She was carrying a brand new yellow Corvette over her head with both hands.  Her large breasts were standing proudly out from her chest, their voluptuous proportions plainly visible under the T-shirt.  She was beaming.  God, what a fantasy she was!

 

“Hey, great idea,” I said as she set the car down in front of me.  “I wish it were a convertible, though.”

 

“No problem,” she said, smiling.  She stuck her fingers between the front windshield and the roof and pulled the metal back like a sardine can.  Wherever it got stuck, she slid her fingers under the offending weld and easily separated it from its supports.  When she had completely torn the car’s roof off, she flung it mightily into the air.  I don’t know where it landed, but judging by its trajectory I’d say it was at least a state away.  Janey and I climbed in.

 

“No keys,” I said, realizing that I would have to start the engine. 

 

“Can’t help there,” replied Janey.  “You’ll have to take care of that in your usual way.”

 

Nodding, I quickly imagined the keys into my hand.  Then I started the car and we drove off.