by Jay Manus

 

Time passed unnoticed after that.  Jane and I lay deep under hundreds of tons of rubble and machinery, sleeping like babies.  After our climaxes had subsided, Janey had kissed me and thanked me mercilessly for giving her the most incredible experience of her short life in this world.  She had climbed all over me, the piles of debris which buried us being no burden for her at all.  She had naturally paid particular attention to my enormous cock, which she simply could not keep her hands off of, even as it subsided to its regular size, spent of its power.

 

So we slept, arm in arm, until the early evening.  I don’t know what the construction workers did; they probably thought we were dead.  Eventually, Jane shook my shoulder to wake me.  After climbing all over me and kissing me mercilessly again, she suggested I simply wish us away from here.  I was more than happy to oblige.  But where to?

 

I decided to make a few adjustments to the new toys between my legs.  First, I wanted to be certain I had laid out the rules for my penis correctly.  “I want my cock to be just a regular, normal cock when it’s not hard.  When it’s hard, I want it to be a thousand times harder than steel, and its muscle strength to be a million times as powerful as a normal man’s erect penis.”  Also, I wanted to give my sweetheart more control of my cock.  “Jane can make my cock grow or shrink as much as she wants, just like she can do with her breasts.”  Janey must have liked what she heard, because a wicked smile appeared on her lips as I recited my litany, “Let it happen.”

 

I was laying on my back, under our mound of rubble, when she said, “Ok, time to test out the new stuff.  Grow!”

 

My cock became hard slowly, then stood straight up.  It continued to grow as Janey wrapped her hands around it to feel its expansion.  When it reached a foot long and three inches in diameter, it nudged up against a large chunk of concrete from one of the columns.  The concrete didn’t slow its growth, though.  On the contrary, my powerful prick began to push the heavy column upward, pushing other debris out of the way above it.  Jane kept on growing my cock until it was about 3 feet tall and 8 inches in diameter, and it had nudged the huge block aside.  At that point she said, “I don’t think I’d ever want it any bigger than that!”  And without hesitation, she wrapped her ample breasts around it and started kissing and sucking its head.  It was such a turn-on for me that I quickly lost control, climaxed, and spouted a great deal of cum onto the concrete above us.  My cum was forceful enough to push a thousand pounds of debris out of the way – something which Janey found incredibly funny.

 

“Ok,” she said, “now can we get out of here?”

 

“Yeah,” I chuckled.  “Let’s go.” 

 

With a wish, I transported us to a junkyard I knew of along Route 128 near Boston.  I had noticed it there during a business trip I had taken a few months earlier.  It was already late evening in New England, and snowing quite heavily.  Janey and I weren’t wearing any clothes, of course, but that didn’t bother us in the least.  Cold weather couldn’t affect our invulnerable bodies any more than could, say, a 50 megaton nuclear weapon.  I stood there admiring this exquisite girl for a few minutes.  There was something particularly erotic about seeing her without a stitch of clothing, standing there quite comfortably in the cold, while heavy snow fell all around her.  I stepped closer to her and began massaging both her breasts with my hands.  Then I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her bare body against my own bare body, and kissed her deeply.  She responded quite passionately.

 

When we pulled apart, Jane looked around curiously.  “Where are we now?” was all she said.

 

“We’re on the East coast now, where it’s later in the evening, and as you can see, it’s colder here.”

 

“Yes, I can see.  So waddaya wanna do here?”

 

“Well, play with cars some more, I guess.  There’s tons of them here, and nobody will care if we wreck them.”

 

“Wreck them?  You mean like this?”

 

Janey turned to an old turquoise Bel Air behind her, and brought her hand down hard on its roof.  The karate chop effectively smashed the old car’s roof all the way to the ground.  Then she got into the depression, and between her bare buttocks and her bare feet, she pushed the two halves apart from each other.  She looked at me with a questioning look on her face.

 

“Yeah,” I replied, “like that.”

 

“Ok, let’s see.”  She looked around, thinking for a minute.  Then she said, “We need to make some room to work.”  Jane picked up one nearby car by its front bumper in her right hand, and another in her left hand.  She flung the first car over to the corner of the lot, and the second one right on top of it.  She continued with two more cars, then two more, until she had created a heap of 20 cars, and left a wide open area to play in. 

 

Next, Jane started dragging in cars from the perimeter of her work space.  Each time she got one to the middle, she would pick it up by its undercarriage, take a moment to let me enjoy the glory of seeing her stark nude, big-breasted, and holding a car over her head, and then slam it down onto the ground grill-first with thousands of pounds of force.  The strength she applied to each exercise left the doomed car squashed like an accordion, with its rear end sticking up out of the ground.  When she was done, she left quite an eerie sight: 30 cars all in the same position, like stones in a graveyard.

 

Then Janey nodded toward the junkyard office.  It was a small, one-story wooden building built on a concrete slab.  It had one broken window, which was shuttered closed from the inside.   “What about that?” she asked.

 

I shrugged.  “All yours!”

 

Janey took a flying leap onto its roof.  There was a brick chimney there, which she crushed by giving it a good hug between her arms and her breasts.  Then she started tearing boards off the roof, a few at a time, until she had made about a 6-foot square hole.  She dropped inside, and I didn’t see her for a minute.

 

Suddenly there was a crunching sound, and I saw her breasts and then the rest of her stepping through the wooden wall.  Turning sideways, she began to simply walk the perimeter of the building, one large breast on either side of the wall.  Wooden boards and beams splintered and cracked out of her way as she walked.  Before she had reached halfway around, the roof had caved in, but she continued walking until she returned to her starting point.  Then she stepped away and admired her handiwork, cupping and squeezing her big breasts proudly as she did so.  She turned to me, her eyes asking my approval.

 

My answer was obvious, however.  I had found the experience very arousing, and my cock had expanded to its full 3-foot length.  It was sticking straight out in front of me, pointing, in fact, straight at Jane.

 

Jane pointed and laughed.  “Hey, you made that super strong, didn’t you?”  I nodded.  “Let’s see what it can do, shall we?”  My nodding became more enthusiastic.

 

She came over to where I was standing, and literally picked me up by my cock.  I don’t know what I expected, but it didn’t hurt a bit.  She held me over her head, cock downward, bent her neck backwards, and licked my cock head.  It was actually quite enjoyable.

 

Then she brought me down and laid me on my back.  I watched her from that position as she picked up an as-yet unmutilated car, held it over her head for a second, and then without warning, slammed it down hard on my prick!

 

Surprise!  I felt no pain at all, and even a little pleasure, as the whole car folded around my powerful member!  Janey pushed the car up and down with colossal force until my cock made a hole all the way through the car, its head sticking out through the roof.  She kept on raising and lowering the steel wreck, effectively rubbing my cock with it and jacking me off.  Gradually, she increased the speed of her movements until the friction began to melt the metal, and I finally ejaculated a huge quantity of cum, spraying a hundred feet into the air!  The sticky white stuff rained down all around us, and I laughed at the thought of what the owner would find here when he returned to work in the morning.