by Jay Manus

 

The next morning found me laying in bed between two beautiful superwomen.  Janie was already awake.  When she saw my eyes open she gave me a kiss and said quietly, “Morning, sleepyhead.  Want some breakfast?”

 

“Uh, I don’t think I’m ready yet,” I slurred. 

 

“That’s ok.  I thought I’d make some steak and eggs, with hash brown potatoes and O.J., how’s that sound?”

 

“Sounds like you’re hungry!  I’ve only had steak and eggs once, and that was at a hotel on an expense account.  But sure, sounds good to me.”

 

“Ok,” said Janie, “so could you conjure up some meat for me to cook then?”

 

“Oh, sure.”  I imagined a few packages of steak and mentally made it happen.  “It’s on the kitchen counter.”

 

“Thanks,” she said.  “Go back to bed now.  I’ll wake you when it’s ready.”

 

I rolled over and snuggled up behind Elsa, my sexy supermodel from the cover of Sports Illustrated.  I marveled again at my fantastic fortune – not everyone could get a supermodel in his bed just by imagining her there.

 

Elsa gradually awoke, then turned toward me.  I began stroking her exquisite boobs, occasionally kissing them and flicking my tongue around her nipples.  God, she was delicious.

 

After a while, Elsa lifted her head and sniffed.  “Is Jane making breakfast?”

 

“Yup.  She wanted to.  Let’s go see how it’s going.”

 

We climbed out of bed and padded naked into the kitchen.  There was Jane, also naked, flipping a steak with her spatula, and sipping orange juice out of the container with the other.  What caught my attention, though, was that she was sitting right on the stove, her bare butt resting on an unused gas burner.  And the burner was on, full blast.  Blue flames licked up between her legs, flickering in and out of her pubic hair, which of course was not affected.

 

“Hey, Jane, you got your very own Burning Bush down there!  Feeling nice and warm?”  Elsa nodded in the direction of her crotch.

 

Janie laughed out loud despite herself, accidentally spraying orange juice all over the floor.  I couldn’t help myself either.

 

“Feels great,” she finally spit out, “Wanna try it?”  She put down her container.

 

“No, some other time.  Right now, I’m hungry.  That going to be ready soon?”

 

“Yeah, it’s about done.  Hey, think fast!”  As she said that, Janie grabbed the red-hot grill and pulled it up between her legs.  The iron rods bent out of shape as they passed through her soft inner thighs, which refused to give.  Then she tossed it at Elsa.

 

Elsa didn’t think fast enough, though.  The hot metal deflected off one breast and landed on the shag carpet behind her, which promptly began to smoke!  This was clearly going to start a fire, but I resisted the temptation to try to do anything about it, preferring instead to simply see what the girls would do next.  I loved watching these goddesses banter with each other.  The world was just a bunch of toys to them now, since with their enormous strength they were not limited by physical constraints, and their invulnerability prevented anything from ever hurting them.  So they played on.

 

“Missed me!” said Elsa.

 

“No I didn’t!  I hit your boob!”

 

“Where?  I didn’t feel anything!”

 

Right about that time little flames began to peek out from under the iron grille, but neither girl was looking in that direction.  So I interrupted, “Uh, I think it’s burning the carpet.”

 

They stopped chattering and looked at the rug.  “Hey, Elsa, you’re closer.  Blow it out!” exclaimed Jane.

 

Elsa took a deep breath and let out a gust of wind.  And what a gust that was!  It extinguished the fire, sure, but it also blew out the living room window, leaving a huge ragged hole!  The furniture followed, led by my cheap coffee table, my trusty computer, my easy chair, and the entire couch! 

 

We all looked at the mess, stunned. 

 

Then, without turning, Elsa said, “You know, I’m not so hungry right now after all.  I want to go out and see what else I can do.”  Without even turning back, she stepped through the gaping hole and landed lightly on the sidewalk below.

 

Janie and I looked at each other.  “Let’s go watch,” I said.  This was not something I wanted to miss.  I dressed us in the first outfits I could think of, and we quickly followed Elsa’s route.

 

We caught up with her just as she reached the park where Janie had first experimented with her powers.  Not bothering to search for the gate, Elsa tore through the cyclone fence with one hand.  This I knew was easy stuff for my supergirls.  Then she stood in front of the stucco rest rooms.  Janie’s hole hadn’t been repaired yet, but it was covered with a piece of plywood.

 

You have to imagine this sight.  Elsa Benitez, the most beautiful supermodel I’d ever had the pleasure of knowing, stood completely naked, her slender back facing us, her long tanned legs begging to be noticed.  You could tell her breasts were surprisingly large compared to the narrowness of her torso; their curves were clearly visible on either side.  As Janie and I watched, Elsa took a deep breath and let loose on the hapless building.  A veritable hurricane force gale slapped its walls and roof, and pounded it relentlessly.  First the wooden roof splintered, its tarpaper shingles flopping backwards and then flying away, followed by much of the roof itself.  Then the stucco on either side of the structure began to flake off, exposing the bare cinder blocks beneath.  The front façade began to chip as well, the unyielding wind driving flakes in all directions. 

 

Elsa took another breath.  This time she let it out as hard as she could, pouring her entire formidable might into her artificial tornado.  This time the building didn’t stand a chance.  The wall facing us collapsed inward, its cement bricks crashing right through the opposite wall and dragging that down as well.  

 

When she finally ran out of air, she surveyed the damage.  Elsa’s breath had converted restroom into an unrecognizable pile of rubble.  There were chips of wood and cement everywhere, and a cloud of white dust was floating gently away from us.  In the center of the wreckage, a geyser shot a stream of water ten feet into the air.

 

Elsa turned around to look a Janie and me.  “I did all that just by breathing on it.  I never even touched the building.  Can you believe that?”

 

Yes, I could believe it, and I loved it.  I just nodded, at the same time drinking in the sight of this superbly lovely woman who had just knocked down a building with her breath. 

 

My reverie was interrupted, though.  “Hey, I want to try,” piped up Janie beside me.  I looked at her – another beautiful superwoman.  She wasn’t naked, but her T-shirt did nothing to hide the gentle rise and fall of her large chest, using air that I knew she would soon exhale with devastating results.