by Jay Manus

 

It was nightfall by the time I finally let myself climax.  The whole day had passed in ecstasy, and Elsa was happy to hold me there all day in mid-air with her powerful muscles and suck me off.  Once again I marveled at the wonder of my new powers!

 

But now I was ravenous.   I couldn’t really remember when I had last eaten, since the days seemed to be flowing into one another, but obviously it was at least a day ago.  “Let’s get some dinner, eh?”

 

Elsa blinked.  She hadn’t been thinking about food at all, particularly since my cum had completely satisfied any hunger pains she might have had.  “Sure, Jim, whatever you want.  But don’t forget that I want some too – some sex, I mean.  I need your cock in me, but I’ll wait if that’s what you want.  So do you cook, or just conjure?”

 

“Actually, I thought this time we’d celebrate by going to a Brazilian restaurant I know in San Francisco.  Why don’t you pick me up and run that way,” – I pointed North – “and I’ll tell you where to turn.”

 

Without another thought, Elsa picked me up again and laid me on my back, holding me like a baby, and started running in the indicated direction.  I directed her to the freeway, and she began to pick up speed.  In no time we were overtaking trucks and cars, swerving around them or even hopping over them when they blocked our way.  We must have been quite a sight in the rear view mirror – Elsa’s robe had long since blown off, and her breasts were almost resting in my lap – but at 150 miles per hour the sight was always short-lived.

 

When we reached the city she slowed down and stopped by the side of the highway.  Because of Elsa’s rather dramatic state of undress, cars kept on whizzing by and honking at us.  It was getting Elsa a bit peeved.  Finally she stepped out into the road and gave one particularly noisy car a swift kick in the side as it drove past.  Elsa’s bare foot crumpled the steel frame and sent the car hurtling across the roadbed, landing on its roof in the service road opposite us.  She shouldn’t have been surprised, but she put her hand over her mouth anyway and said simply, “Oops!”.

 

“It’s OK.  They deserved it.”  I gave her a big hug and kiss, again enjoying the feel of her gorgeous breasts.  “Let’s get you decent so we can walk around the city without you having to obliterate passers-by.”  With a wish, I dressed her in a pair of tight jeans and a white tank top – which her breasts completely filled.  “Like that?”

 

She looked down and smiled, shaking her head a bit.  “I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to this.”  Then, looking up again, “So where’s this restaurant?”

 

“I think it’s just beyond the off-ramp here.  Let’s go see.”

 

We walked up the ramp and onto the street.  There was a row of shops and small office buildings there, but I didn’t see the restaurant I was looking for.  “Let’s walk through here.”  I directed her into an alley between two buildings.  Of course, I knew full well there was no restaurant in there, but I wanted to try something.

 

“Ok, here it is,” I said, pointing to the blank wall to our left.

 

Elsa looked at the wall, then at me, and then a sly grin appeared on her face.  “Well then, let’s go in.”  She turned toward the wall and walked right through it, creating a 6-foot hole in the concrete. 

 

She was disappointed.  It turned out to be an office building, and a number of surprised faces were staring at us.  “This isn’t a restaurant,” she said.

 

“Oh, I’m sorry, it must be the next building over.”

 

Elsa walked over to the opposite wall and continued right through it, creating another hole that matched her size.  This turned out to be a dress shop.  “No,” she shook her head, “this isn’t it either.  Should we just keep going?”

 

“No,” I responded, “that was fun, but let’s find the restaurant.”

 

We crashed through another wall and found ourselves on the main sidewalk again.  “Let’s try that way,” I pointed left.

 

After a block or two, Elsa started to get impatient.  “I thought you said it was near here, Jim.”  As she absentmindedly gestured with her left arm, it crashed through another concrete wall.  Amused, she didn’t stop walking, and her arm continued to drag through the steel reinforced structure, forming a long horizontal gap in the wall.  When we reached the end of the building, her unstoppable arm cut through the tempered steel support beam as if it were butter.  She looked back and smiled as the entire 4-story building leaned forward and then collapsed into the street.  “That was so easy, Jim.  I just destroyed a whole building, just by accidentally sticking my arm out!”

 

“Yeah, I know, Elsa.  And it really turns me on when you do that!”

 

As it turned out, the Brazilian restaurant was there on the next block.  We sat at the bar and guzzled six entire bottles of Cachaça – much to the bartender’s surprise – without even getting drunk.  But we had a great time doing it!  Then dinner went by without either of us paying much attention to what we were eating.  Most of our time was spent looking into each other’s eyes and longing for the moment when we would be in each other’s arms.

 

Finally, Elsa pouted, “I can’t take this anymore.  Let’s get out of here now.”  With that, she threw our table aside, half-eaten beef and vegetables flying across the restaurant, grabbed me by the waist, and headed straight out through the nearest wall.

 

“Where are we going?” I asked, as she reached the sidewalk and started running down the steep San Francisco hill.  Elsa didn’t answer, though.  She just nodded in the direction we were headed.  “We’re going into the Bay?”  Elsa just shook her head and kept running, so I decided to just let her take me wherever she had in mind.

 

It only took a couple of minutes at supergirl speed to reach the marina.  She stopped outside the steel gate and took a good look at all the docked boats.  Finally she found what she was looking for.  “That one,” she said triumphantly, pointing to a very large yacht.  “I thought I’d heard the Playboy yacht was in San Francisco, and there it is.”  Still carrying me in one arm by the waist, she ripped the steel gate off its hinges and headed down the ramp.  She had obviously already gotten use to being so strong!

 

Alongside the yacht, she stopped and set me on my feet again.  “Ok, here we are.  You wait here.”  She hopped lightly over the salt water gap and onto the boat, and disappeared below. 

 

For a few minutes, nothing happened.  All I could hear was the muffled sound of somebody playing dance tunes on a piano.  There was no sign of any activity.  Suddenly I heard a sort of crash, followed by what sounded like all of the piano keys being played at once.  Then there was no more music except for the slowly fading dissonance.

 

More silence.  Then, without warning, a man in a tuxedo came crashing through the stateroom window, head first.  He flew over the dock and landed with a splash in the water.  Then, incredibly, another one followed the exact same trajectory.  More silence followed.

 

Then the cabin door opened and six scantily clad, pouting women wearing absurd rabbit ears piled out.  They all looked very angry, and they were chattering incessantly.  The crossed the gangplank and stamped up the dock, ignoring me completely.  But as they passed I caught a few snippets: “…that bitch…”, “…place in South America…”, and “…magazine cover…”. 

 

Finally Elsa emerged.  She was carrying a rather aged looking Hugh Heffner himself in one hand, and a very muscular looking bouncer in the other, both by the fronts of their shirts.  Their feet were each six inches off the deck, and even though she had to hold them each at arm’s length, Elsa seemed to have no trouble with the weight.  God, was she beautiful!

 

“That’s right,” she was saying to Heffner, “I don’t want the job.  Don’t need it.  Got a much better gig (she glanced at me as she said that).  Don’t have to put up with your lechery.  You want me, you’re going to have to offer me something really good, and I’m not listening now at all.  Go for a swim.”  With that, she launched both men over the side.

 

Elsa watched them struggle for a minute, then turned to me.  “Coast is clear, c’mon up!”  I gave a mock cheer and climbed aboard, dumping the gangplank into the bay after I crossed it.

 

We passed through the stateroom on the way to the cockpit.  I wasn’t surprised to see there a beautiful grand piano, turned on its side.  One of its thick wooden legs was splintered and broken off.  Just the thought of Elsa performing that particular bit of handiwork made my cock start to rise.

 

She took me into the cockpit and gestured vaguely at the controls.  “Take us out of here fast, Jim, or they’ll be back here to bother us.”  I examined the controls for a minute, then decided that I didn’t really know how to operate this vessel, nor did I really care to learn.  Also, Elsa was getting impatient as she watched me. 

 

“C’mon, Jim, let’s get going already.  I’m so horny!”

 

That did it.  Making up my mind, I simply relocated the yacht to the middle of the Caribbean.  There was suddenly turquoise blue water all around us, and nothing else.  Smiling, I put my arms around Elsa, and she put hers around me.  “Now, time to fulfill my promise,” I whispered.