by Jay Manus

 

Janie led her new friend around the corner to the main street.  “This is Madison Street.  There are lots of shops and banks and things here.” 

 

Elsa wrinkled her nose at the fumes, the heavy traffic, and the noise – made all the worse because lots of cars were honking at these two naked beauties on the sidewalk.

 

“Do you think we should get some clothes?  There’s a dress shop right over here.”  Janie had raised her right hand to point into the shop, but misjudged the distance; her finger shattered the plate glass window.  “Oops!”

 

“Hey,” Elsa responded, “let’s forget about clothes.  This is all like a make-believe world anyway.  So we get lots of attention.  So what?  It’s not like anybody could actually hurt us, or do anything to us we don’t want them to do, is it?”

 

“Fine by me,” said Jane.  “So let’s walk up the street a while.”

 

That they did, amid growing street noise and growing crowds of gawkers on the sidewalk, all of which the supergirls ignored.  “There’s a shopping center here,” Janie pointed, “and it has a movie theater just in case we want to see a movie.  Over there,” she pointed across the street, “is a Pizza Hut, for when we get hungry.”

 

After several blocks the road rose to become a bridge, crossing over what looked like a small railroad yard.  They stopped at the top of the bridge and looked down, leaning against the green-painted metal fence.  A lot of motorists enjoyed the spectacle of two narrow waists and taught behinds as they talked.

 

“Wanna go play with the trains?” asked Janie.

 

Elsa tore an inch-thick steel rod from the fence and idly twisted and untwisted it around her fingers.  “No, maybe later.”  She turned back to look at the traffic jam.  “Let’s play with some cars first.”  She dropped the rod and stepped out into the street.  Standing behind a big old Cadillac, Elsa reached down, her arms as wide as she could get them, and grabbed both tail fins.  She got a good grip, then straightened up, lifting the whole car off the road so that its nose pointed straight up.  She grinned at Janie.  “Here, catch!”  She tossed the big vehicle right at her, its hapless driver frantically trying to unbuckle his seatbelt.

 

Janie, momentarily surprised, reflexively crossed her arm across her face.  When the car hit, it summersaulted up over Jane’s head and over the fence, to crashed down into the rail yard below.

 

“Ooh, I’m going to get you for that!”  Jane pulled her hand away from her face and caught hold of a Mercedes’ rear bumper, as it tried to speed past.  In a single lightening move, Janie swung her arm over her head, dragging the Mercedes up into the air and straight at her friend’s face. 

 

Now, Elsa had had a little bit of self defense training when she worked in the night clubs in Rio.  Her impulse was to close her right hand into a fist and punch the oncoming rear end with all her might, sending the car sailing off in the opposite direction, over Janey’s head, over the rail yard, over the entire residential neighborhood, and into the parking lot of some high-tech firm several miles away.  The girls watched it land, surprised at how far it had flown.  Then they turned to each other and giggled, hands over their mouths.

 

After that, both girls ran into the street and began throwing cars at each other indiscriminately.  Some of them hit their intended targets and bounced off, or were deflected or batted elsewhere, and some missed completely, slamming into walls, storefronts, and other cars.  A lot of them ended up in the rail yard below.  Janey and Elsa were laughing so hard they were practically crying!

 

Finally Janie grabbed the front end of a city bus and lifted it off the ground.  “Hey, Elsa, I want to try something.”

 

Elsa stopped laughing and put down the minivan she was about to toss, much to the relief of the family within.  “What?”

 

“Go grab the other end of this bus.  Let’s see if we can squish it together.”

 

Elsa did as she was asked.

 

“Ok, now, start walking toward me.”

 

The two girls, each holding one end of the bus off the ground, began to walk.  The bus driver, a middle-aged balding man, watched the proceedings from his seat, unable to take his eyes off the gorgeous apparition which was about to crush his bus.  First her naked hips and pubic bones encountered the bumper, crumpling it in the middle.  Then her large breasts pressed against the big glass windshield and shattered it.  The driver, enraptured by Janie’s extraordinary body, reached out and managed to grab hold of one of her soft boobs, just before the steering wheel crushed his ribcage.  He died a happy man.

 

At the other end, Elsa’s nipples had pierced the rear wall, and her breasts had already forced two large indentations into the engine compartment.  As her slender legs continued to walk, her body began to crush the engine itself, and after a short series of loud crashes, the engine died.  Elsa just kept pushing.

 

The bus’ frame was now beginning to collapse.  The steel girders which ran lengthwise began to buckle, unable to resist the overwhelming force of two lovely supergirls, simply walking toward each other.  The ends of the bus pushed down and the middle rose, higher and higher, until the whole vehicle was literally folded in half. 

 

But the girls didn’t stop there.  They kept going, now squeezing the roof from both directions into the undercarriage.  The huge tires exploded and the axels bent, the metal screaming as the girls came closer and closer to each other.  Inevitably there was nowhere else for the tortured steel to go but out.  So it began to spread widthwise, and the distance between Janie and Elsa became narrower and narrower.

 

Elsa knew they were done when she stopped making progress.  It seemed she had run into an immovable object, which she knew had to be Janie.  The whole experience had been an incredible turn-on for her, though.  She took a step away and saw how the bus had formed itself to the shape of her beautiful body, and that excited her even more.  Then she noticed that the shape of her friend’s beautiful body was also protruding from the bus, only a foot or so to the right of her own.  That made her crazy!

 

Unable to contain herself, Elsa sunk the fingers of her right hand into the wrecked vehicle and whipped it aside with all her formidable strength.  Janey was there, in all her supergirl glory, looking at her longingly.  Without a moment’s hesitation, the girls charged each other, hugged each other with enough force to turn granite to powder, and kissed each other hungrily, their big, soft breasts compressing each other with unfathomable intensity, their passion so overwhelming that they were unaware that they had now torn through the steel fence and fallen 40 feet into the rail yard.  They rolled around on the gravel, unable to get enough of each other, knocking first a wooden boxcar and then a small diesel locomotive off its tracks.  They even bumped into one of the concrete bridge columns, grinding it to dust and causing the bridge to partially collapse, like a half-sunken ship.

 

Their wild passion went on for quite some time, but neither girl could really get the satisfaction she needed.  Finally, by mute consensus, they stopped rolling around, and each girl’s fingers located their partner’s sensitive tissues.  They began to stroke each others’ clits, lightly at first and then gradually increasing in intensity and speed.  The two were so compatible that in their desires to fulfill their own needs they fulfilled those of their partner.  The result was a tremendous growth in arousal on the part of both superwomen, until they were both shrieking uncontrollably in time with their strokes.  Finally they climaxed, simultaneously, their powerful bodies separated now, writhing on the ground and tearing steel rails and 6x6 ties to shreds!