by Jay Manus

 

I wanted to take Janey to a restaurant I knew of, at the top of the pyramid building in San Francisco.  The place had a nice view, and was on some sort of mechanical device that rotated it around in a slow circle.  I idly wondered whether she could find something interesting to do to that powerful motor.

 

We got onto Route 101 heading North.  The Corvette was a fast car, and with Janey around I had no fear of the cops (nor, for that matter, of getting hurt in an accident), so I had some fun weaving from lane to lane, and generally averaging around 80 miles per hour.  But inevitably we hit heavy traffic, and I had to slow down.

 

As I did so, a black BMW came speeding up behind me, swerved onto the shoulder to get around me, and then swerved right back into the lane in front of me, cutting me off.  Then he stopped short behind the very traffic that I was slowing down for, forcing me to slam on the brakes.  Fortunately the Corvette’s brakes were up to the task, and I was able to stop before hitting his car.  But I was steaming mad.

 

Janey must have been waiting for this opportunity.  “I’ll take care of him for you!” she said, hopping lightly out of the car.

 

“Ok,” I said, “make him regret it, will you?  Oh, but before you go, could you take off your shirt?”

 

She smiled at me, and then crossing her arms, she sexily pulled the gray T-shirt over her head, leaving her large bare breasts to jiggle and wobble from side to side.  She just loved to turn me on!

 

Janey walked around the front of the Corvette, to the BMW’s driver side door.  Leaning down to peer in through the glass, she saw that the driver, a man in a business suit, was on the phone.  He hadn’t even noticed her coming.  She waited a minute while the man animatedly discussed whatever business he was involved in, until he happened to turn in her direction.  What he saw stopped him cold.  There was a gorgeous blonde topless woman peering into his window.  She had the biggest, heaviest breasts he had ever seen on a woman. 

 

When the man finally noticed Janey, she put her hand right through the window, shattering the glass as she did so, and grabbed the cell phone out of his fist.  The man just stared with his jaw open as she crushed the phone in her hand and dropped it in his lap.  His gaze dropped to her magnificent boobs, and he started to strain so he could get a better view.  “Oh, can’t see?  Here, let me help.”  With that, she stuck one hand under the base of the door, and pressed the other hand downward from where the window used to be, easily squeezing and crushing the steel door into an accordion.  “That better?”

 

The man only reached out to hold and feel Janey’s heavy, hanging boobs, but she caught his wrists before they got there.  “Did you know you cut us off back there?  You almost caused an accident.”

 

He slowly shook his head.  “You must have been going too slow.”

 

“Really?” said Janey.  “You’re such an asshole.”

 

Janey pushed the man back into his seat, and then walked around to the front of the car.  The man watched as she stuck out her tongue at him, and then plunged her hand mightily in through the middle of the hood, and sunk her fingers into the engine block.  The engine, which was still running, suddenly gave off a short string of loud bangs, as its pistons collided with something they couldn’t compete with – Janey’s fingers. 

 

I watched with utter delight as Janey lifted the whole BMW off the ground by its engine and held it overhead with one hand.  Knowing how much I would appreciate the sight, she turned and smiled at me, giving me an unobstructed profile of her big, bare breasts.  They were enormous, sticking straight out from her chest, and begging to be squeezed!  Then, looking up at the man – who was hanging onto the steering wheel to keep from falling out, she shook the car a few times.  The man’s legs came out, but he was still holding on by the steering wheel.  She shook the car again, more violently this time, and finally the man fell out, landing unceremoniously on his face.  He quickly got up and started running onto the shoulder.  “Hey, asshole, you forgot your car!”  Janey threw the car over the man’s head, so that it landed with a crash in front of him.

 

After watching the man dodge his now-mangled BMW and run off into the trees, Janey turned back to face me, beaming.  My cock was on fire!  Then she jumped the 20-foot distance between us, and landed sideways in my lap.  I didn’t even notice the fact that she had crushed my steering wheel in the process.  I was all over her breasts, with my hands and mouth, squeezing and sucking and licking and kissing, all the while grinding my crotch on her buttocks as best I could.  I was desperate, and she knew it.  Scooting backwards, she pushed the dashboard and door out of the way so my cock would be positioned between her thighs.  Then, reaching between her legs, she ripped my jeans open again, and started rubbing my huge cock with her super-strong hands, quickly reaching supersonic speeds.  It wasn’t long before I exploded in monumental ecstasy , spraying cum all over her, over the corvette, and high into the air!

 

I savored the feeling for a few minutes, as Janey savored the flavor, licking all traces of cum from on and around my still-hard penis.  Eventually I opened my eyes and said, “You’ve got to stop doing this to me.  We’ll never get to San Francisco at this rate!”

 

“But I thought you liked it when I do superhuman things for you.”  Janey was surprised.

 

“No no no, of course I like it.  You know I do.  I’m just kidding.  You just keep on doing what you do best.  Don’t listen to my dumb jokes.”

 

She smiled disarmingly.  “Ok.”  Then her smile turned mischievous.  “I love to get you hot, and with this fabulous body and strength you gave me, I can really get you hot!”

 

“Good, now let’s figure out how we’re going to get to the city.”

 

“I’m sure I could run there in just a few minutes.  Why don’t I just carry you?”

 

“Sounds good to me.  Let’s go.”

 

Janey hopped out of the deformed corvette, and then leaned down to rip my seat belt apart.  Then she lifted me out of the car, holding me like a baby with both arms.  After giving the now-useless corvette a kick and sending it over the trees and into the nearby neighborhood, she turned and started running northward, at about 150 miles per hour.

 

As we traveled, I gave us both clothes again – the same ones we had had earlier.  Then I let my mind wander a little, thinking about the restaurant we were heading toward.  I realized it would be dinner time, not lunch time when we got there, but who cared?  We were hungry, we should eat.  Then I thought about the building elevator, and it occurred to me that Janey might have some fun with it.  To enhance our enjoyment, I decided to set things up so that the whole concept of an elevator would be new to her.  “Make it happen,” I mumbled.  There, let’s see what she does with that!

 

When we finally reached the city, Janey slowed down and asked me for directions.  The pyramid building was an obvious landmark, but how to get there was not so clear.  In the end, Janey simply leaped into the air, jumping over all the intervening buildings, and landing right on the sidewalk in front of our destination.  There she put me down.

 

On my own two feet now, I led Janey in through the revolving door.  I asked at the reception desk how to get to the rooftop restaurant, and was directed to a nearby elevator lobby.  We walked over to it and joined several other people already waiting.

 

We stood there for a moment, and then Janey asked, “Why is everybody just standing here?  What are we waiting for?”

 

“We’re waiting for the doors to open.”

 

“Those doors?”  She indicated one of the elevators.  “Well, these other people can wait.  We don’t have to.”

 

She walked over to the elevator, and putting out both arms, sunk her magnificent fingers into the steel of both doors.  Then she pulled them outward, deforming the hard metal and drawing the doors out of their sockets.  There were shocked exclamations from the onlookers as she gently set the heavy doors down against an adjacent wall.

 

Looking at me, she beckoned me to follow her through the opening, not realizing that there was no floor there.  She did realize it in time, though, just as she was about to cross the threshold.  “Hey, what’s going on here?” she asked, peering down at the hole she had almost stepped into.  Then, hearing a noise, she looked up just in time to see the elevator approach her from above.  Rather than jumping back and out of the way, she simply put up a hand and caught the falling elevator by one of its horizontal support beams.  The elevator, of course, stopped falling, as she held it there and looked back at me.

 

A slow smile appeared on her lips.  “Did you make me forget about these things?”

 

I nodded my affirmation, a much bigger smile appearing on my own lips.

 

“Ok,” she said, turning back to look up at the elevator she was holding with one hand, “let’s see what this is all about.”

 

First she lowered the elevator a few feet, and then pushed it up and down a few times.  “Very smooth.  Must be made to go up and down like this.”  Then she lowered it so that its floor was about at her chest height.  In fact, she let it rest on her out-thrust breasts.  Seeing two more solid metal doors like the ones she had ripped out of their sockets, she stuck her hands between them and started to push them away from each other.  The metal squealed and screeched as they accordioned out of the way.  Then she peered in.

 

“There are people inside,” she exclaimed!  She stepped back and gently lowered the elevator to floor level.  It didn’t seem to want to stay there, so she stuck her foot out under it, letting it rest on her toe.  Then she grabbed the metal doors as she had before, and ripped them out of their sockets as well, allowing them to clatter to the floor on either side of her.  “Better climb out now,” she said to the frightened occupants.  “I don’t think it’s going to stay here if I let go.”  Janey was such a Samaritan!

 

Three women and one man clambered out of the elevator and rushed across the lobby.  Then Janey pulled her foot out, and sure enough, the elevator dropped out of sight.  A moment later there was a crashing sound from below.  Janey peered down again, just in time to get hit in the face by a cloud of dust.  “Pthpthpthew!” was her reaction, as she alternately spit and wiped the dirt from her face.  Turning back, she wagged her mighty finger at me.  “I’m going to get you for this!”

 

“Oh, yes, please, get me!”

 

During all this activity, another elevator had opened and people were filing out.  “But let’s get some dinner first.  This way now,” and I led her in.  As the elevator rose to the top floor, stopping along the way to let people in and out, Janey figured out what it was all about.  She thought about what she had had done to the other elevator, and how she had thought it was broken, and she started giggling uncontrollably.  I joined in, and pretty soon we were both laughing hysterically.  We almost didn’t get out when we reached our destination.