by Jay Manus

 

As my huge cock subsided, Janey looked down past her boobs at her tummy and said, “Can we get decent now and find something to eat?”

 

“Yeah, just one more minute though.”  I let myself enjoy the afterglow for another couple of minutes while Janey sat down on a wooden log and waited.

 

When I finally opened my eyes and stood up, she pouted, “About time.  Aren’t you hungry?  I’m starving.”

 

I nodded.  Actually I was feeling quite a hole in my stomach.  “What kind of food are you interested in tonight?  How does Italian sound?”

 

“Sure, sounds good to me.”  Not that she had ever tasted it before, I thought.

 

After a moment’s planning, I dressed us in T-shirts and jeans, and transported us back to San Francisco.  We found ourselves standing in front of Dante’s, an upscale Italian restaurant on Columbus street.  Janey looked really fetching, with her T-shirt tucked into her pants, pulled tight over her very large tits.  I was tempted to feel her up right there on the street.

 

I guess I was staring at her chest for quite a while, because Janey piped up and said, “if you want me so much, why don’t you do something about it?”

 

I grinned at her, and then made time stand still, except for her and for me.  It was like an old Outer Limits episode I had once seen.  All the hustle and bustle of the evening crowd came to a sudden stop, and all the noise suddenly stopped.  The silence, as they say, was deafening.  I noticed out of the corner of my eye, that even the smoke from a nearby tailpipe had frozen in mid-air. 

 

Satisfied that we now had utter privacy, I reached out and began feeling the contours of her breasts through the shirt.  They were so big!  And so soft!  And the nipples, which I could plainly feel as needle points through the material, were hard as steel!

 

I went to her side and began feeling and squeezing her very large tits with one hand, savoring their size and fullness.  Then I got behind her and continued feeling them with both hands, rubbing my cock up and down on her buttocks.

 

Janey enjoyed this for a time, then said, “Here, let me help you.”  She pushed my hands out of the way, then put her own hands on her breasts, grabbed the shirt, and easily tore the material down the center.  Then she put my hands right back onto her tits, which were now completely bare.

 

From behind her, I couldn’t see the wicked smile that had appeared on Janey’s face.  She must have been wishing my penis to grow, because I began to feel a familiar tightness in my pants.  Pretty soon the tightness became unbearable.  Suddenly a loud ripping sound echoed around the buildings, as my powerful cock tore right through my underwear and jeans, exposing itself in its full glory!  Janey giggled and backed up, climbing on top of my now full-size cock and riding it like a pony!  She rubbed it with both hands and both legs, with quite a lot of inhuman strength, and I was really getting turned on again.

 

Then Janey bent over, still sitting on my cock, and began feeling its head with every part of her face and neck.  She rubbed it on her cheeks, across her mouth, below her chin and jaw.  She licked it with her strong tongue, and then sucked it so hard I could feel my juices being drawn out again.  I laid backwards on the concrete and pushed Janey up, so she could sit right down again on my huge penis of steel – which immediately tore its own hole right through the fabric of her jeans.

 

So we fucked again, right there on the street, with all the busy San Franciscans frozen in mid-stride.  We fucked hard, as only a super-strong girl could do with a man’s super-powerful cock.  It was pure ecstasy for both of us.  Afterwards we held each other, arms around bodies, soft vagina engulfing steely cock, soft breasts squeezed against chest, mouth against mouth, for a very long time, savoring the afterglow of glorious love. 

 

I don’t know how much time passed, since it was all subjective anyway, before we finally pulled apart from one another.  The sight of Janey’s magnificent body threatened to turn me on all over again, but I resisted, shaking my head.  Those motionless bodies around us might still be merely hungry for dinner, but we were starved.  “Ok, let’s eat already!” I said, mock accusation in my voice.  Janey merely grinned in return.

 

I dressed us again, just as we had been before, and caught my breath once again as I looked at the full chest inside her T-shirt.  Then, finally, we stepped into Dante’s.