by Jay Manus

 

Janie and Elsa and I watched excitedly as Terry sauntered over to her ex-husband’s Porsche and leaned down to peer through the driver’s side window.  Her large breasts caught Bobs eyes and held them.  Terry smiled sweetly at him, a gesture which he didn’t even see.  Then she reached out and opened his door. 

 

“Hello, Bob,” she said in a remarkably sultry voice. 

 

“Terry?  What are you doing, dressed like that?”

 

“Dressed?”  Terry looked down at herself.  She seemed surprised, but quickly decided that it didn’t matter.  She knew she didn’t have to play by anybody’s normal rules anymore.  Normal people had to wear clothes, for modesty’s sake if nothing else.  Terry didn’t have to be modest if she didn’t want to.  She had a lot to display now, and she figured she didn’t mind at all making other females jealous, and making males drool.  She could use her new good looks to attract men and to encourage them to do her bidding.

 

But this man was something else.  Sure, he looked handsome, and she knew from experience that he really knew how to pleasure a woman, but she didn’t want pleasure right now – at least not in that way.  No, what she wanted right now was revenge.  This man was going to suffer, and she knew just how to make him do it.

 

“Dressed?” she repeated.  “I’m not dressed.  Can’t you tell?  Look here.”  With that, she grabbed a fistful of Bob’s hair and pulled his face down into her deep cleavage.  “Do you call that dressed?”

 

Bob said something, but his voice was incomprehensibly muffled. 

 

She pulled his head away.  “What was that?  I didn’t hear you.”  Then she pushed his face back between her breasts.

 

This time Bob emitted something that sounded much more like a scream.  Terry pulled his face away mid-scream, and started to talk.  “Now, that’s more like it.”  Bob was abruptly silent.  “You listen to me,” Terry went on, “You think you’re old girlfriend Katie is just so pretty, don’t you?  Well look at me – what do you think of me, eh?”

 

“Terry, I think you’re beautiful, you know that –”

 

“Yeah, you should have thought of that before you went back to that whore!”

 

Terry’s voice was cracking a little, and I could see she was trying to hold back tears.  But then she straightened up and took a deep breath, thrust out her chest magnificently, and seemed to get hold of herself.  “Now I’m going to make you pay!  You are about to see what you could have had.”

 

With that, she slammed the door with enough force to lift her side of the car a few inches off the ground.  Bob immediately tried to open it again, but its frame had apparently bent inward, and all of Bob’s muscles couldn’t make it budge.  Shifting gears, Bob scrambled over to the passenger side, but Terry beat him to it.  She had quickly hopped over the roof and was now holding that door closed with one hand.  While Bob tried in vain to kick it open with both feet, Terry forced her fingers into the steel frame and bent it outwards while pushing the door metal inward with her thumb.  Satisfied that Bob was now trapped, she stepped away.  She licked her lips as she considered what she was going to do next. 

 

I licked my lips as well, and my hand dropped down to my quickly hardening member.  “No,” came a whisper in my ear, “let me.”  It was Elsa, and she had placed two fingers on my wrist, her iron vice grip more than I could possibly counter, had I wanted to.  But I didn’t want to.  I nodded and let her do her thing.  She began to stroke me lightly with her fingertips.

 

My eyes followed Terry’s sexy body as she walked in front of the red car and leaned down.  Grabbing the bumper with both hands, she lifted the front wheels a few feet off the ground and then dropped it.  Bob stopped trying to kick the door for a minute and looked at her through the windshield, but then went back to his struggle with more fervor than before.  Terry picked up the car again and shook it this time, then slammed it down vehemently.  The wheels couldn’t take the impact this time.  The Porsche settled slightly to the right of its former position, as the axel bent in two places and both wheels folded down and left.  That got Bob’s attention.

 

My own attention was also riveted to this gorgeous supergirl.  I was watching Terry, but Elsa’s long back, narrow waist, and tight butt were turned toward her, because she was on her knees facing me.  She had both hands around my thick shaft and was very delicately brushing my dick head with her open lips.  Every gentle touch served to increase my arousal.

 

With a sensual expression on her face, Terry put both hands on the red hood and leaned forward.  I was completely amazed, then, as she gradually shifted her weight onto her hands, and then lifted her long legs out sideways from her body.  With her legs almost completely horizontal, toes pointed, she slowly swung her body forward over her wrists, and then somehow, I have no idea how, she managed to pull her arms out from under her and land with her pussy flat on the metal surface, legs positioned at 90 degrees to either side!  How was that possible?!  I didn’t think the human body had muscles that could do that!  It occurred to me that Terry must be some sort of a gymnast, and she was putting her newly acquired super-strength to work on tiny muscles that the rest of us didn’t even know about.

 

“We need a chair,” whispered the sexy voice below me.  Without taking my eyes off Terry I imagined a straight-back chair and mouthed, “make it happen.”  Elsa stood up and pushed me gently backwards until I landed in the chair.  Knowing what Elsa was about to do, but not wanting to miss any of Terry’s show, I turned the chair at an angle, even though the movement temporarily interrupted Elsa’s wonderful grace.  But she quickly recovered her groove.  She walked forward until she was straddling my lap, and then lifted her right leg and curled it around me.  That left her dripping wet pussy perfectly positioned to settle itself onto my throbbing cock.

 

Terry’s legs were still wholly and astoundingly horizontal, her ankles reaching just beyond the edge of the Porsche on both sides, her own pussy suction-cupped to the hood.  With her hands on her knees, and head thrown back, she leaned way forward, so that her nipples just touched the windshield.  Those nipples were hard, and must have been sharp as well, because as she moved them around on the glass they left long white scratches.  Then, in a movement that took my breath away, she smushed her huge mounds against the glass and began rotating her torso, so that her breasts wiped circles on the windshield.  I resolved right then to have one of my own girls do that to me, in my car, one day real soon.  I could see that Bob’s mouth was open as he watched, and I thought I saw something drip out of the corner of his lips.

 

Elsa couldn’t see what was happening, but she definitely heard my gasp.  She glanced at my face and then proceeded to tickle my dick head with her pubic hair, and tease it with her nether lips.  At times she barely brushed me, at times she just passed me by… Oh, how I wanted her, but I knew this would be an unbelievable buildup if I just let her do her thing.  My cock hardened and grew still more, as if it were seeking her prize.

 

Terry’s breasts finally bore down hard enough to crack Bob’s windshield, and Elsa finally bent her knee just enough to take the first inch of my prick into her very wet cunt.  She began pumping very slowly, never taking more than that first lucky inch.  It was all I could do to keep from bucking off the chair and ramming her hard, but somehow I managed to hold back.  Elsa started to take more cock, ever so gradually, as I watched Terry throw her ex-husband back in his seat; he had apparently tried to escape through the broken windshield.

 

Then Terry sat up straight and began provocatively massaging and kneading her generous bosom.  When Bob made a move to touch one of them, her hand shot out and threw him back in the seat again.  “Not yours to touch, asshole,” I heard her say.  Then she scooped a chunk of red-painted steel out of the hood before her, taking some broken shards of glass and chrome windshield molding with it, and mushed the mass of material – which a normal person would have found to be rock-hard with sharp edges – into her hungry cunt as if it were butter.  She continued to smush it around in there until most of it fell away.

 

I suddenly realized that my dick head was striking Elsa’s cervix again and again, but she hadn’t even taken half my enormous cock.  I quickly imagined that she could take my full size, and mumbled, “Make it happen.”  Immediately she lowered herself all the way to my balls, and shrieked!  It was so great to be able to make such a sexy, big-breasted girl feel so good!

 

At that moment I caught a glimpse of Terry’s wicked smile, followed by an expression of real fear on Bob’s face, as the Porsche’s hood seemed to buckle slowly upward.  With a start, I realized that Terry had begun to pull her legs together, squeezing the poor car’s sides inward, crushing its metal frame and even the solid steel alloy engine block!  As she did so she somehow managed to slide her cunt forward and backward on the growing metallic crease, while still kneading her breast with one hand.  God, what a sexy woman!

 

Elsa was pumping again, faster now, and taking my full length into her sopping wet insides, and a low moan rose from her gut with every thrust.  I was tremendously excited by the depth of her cunt, by the bouncing of her large tits, and by the obvious growth of her own sexual stimulation.  At the same time, a recurring throaty sound was beginning to emerge from Terry’s lips as she used the car as a sex toy to turn her on.  And then I heard it from a different direction as well.  I glanced to my side to see that Janie, my own beautiful super Janie, was leaning against a tree, twisting her own hard nipples and rubbing her own cunt powerfully with her fingers, all while watching the two scenes unfolding before her! 

 

Without warning, I swiftly climaxed and came, spraying seed deep into Elsa’s body.  The force of my ejaculation brought Elsa over the edge as well, and she uttered a long, loud, shuddering cry.  Then in quick succession I heard Terry’s scream of simultaneous agony and pleasure and Janie’s long series of short, earsplitting shrieks – wow, what an experience!  Three seductive supergirls all sharing their orgasms with me!  It was as if we were all joined by an invisible erotic link, each feeding on the others, each encompassing the others!

 

Several minutes passed before any of us moved.  I noticed Bob finally escaping through his windshield and fleeing, but I really didn’t care.  Terry apparently didn’t care either; she was laying sideways on the car, its entire front portion pinched into a bowtie between her legs and twisted around to accommodate her position.  She was still panting when I walked up to her and asked, “Was that satisfying?”

 

Terry looked up at me and nodded slowly.  “Oh, yeah.  I’ve never had a climax quite like that one.  These breasts you gave me, and all this physical strength – they’re a tremendous aphrodisiac.  

 

I chuckled.  “Yeah, I know.  But what about your ex?  Do you think you taught him a lesson?”

 

“Sure did.  He’s not going to forget me in a hurry!”

 

“Good, glad to hear it.  Now it’s time to restore you to your life.”

 

“Ohhh, do you have to?  Can’t I stay this way?”

 

“Well, I’ve already got two supergirls, and I don’t think I can handle any more right now.  As it is I feel like I’ve been neglecting them.”

 

“I see.  Well, can I keep these tits?  Maybe some of this strength?”

 

“Oh, sure.  But not your memory of these experiences.  We really need to tie a ribbon around this whole encounter and put it to rest.”

 

“Oh.”  She looked sad.  But then her face lit up and she said, “Thanks for everything, though.  That was a blast!”

 

I reflected for a moment on how the encounter with Terry had begun.  She was to be my slave, to do everything I told her to do.  I had made her capable of doing terrible things, of being terribly destructive, and I had thought to make her demean herself in my service.  But that wasn’t how it turned out at all.  Making her beautiful and strong had also made her attractive to me, and when she told me her story, she had gone from attractive to endearing.  Now the thought that I had ever considered being hurtful toward her was repulsive.  Things do change when you get to know somebody, eh?

 

I called Janie and Elsa over, and each gave Terry a deep kiss.  Then they stood on either side of me, all three of us completely nude, with my arms draped loosely around their waists. 

 

“I want you to return to your home, wearing your clothes, and to forget all that happened since you heard us playing with your car.”  Thinking about Cheryl then, I added, “You will retain about ten times normal human strength, and you will have an insatiable sexual appetite from now on.  And you can keep your breasts as they are now.  Make it happen.”  Terry disappeared without a sound.

 

The three of us looked at the empty space for a minute where Terry had stood.  Then Janie walked over to the smashed Prosche and picked it up.  She held the car out toward me with one hand and asked, “What should we do with this?”

 

I shrugged and imagined it gone.  “Make it happen.”  The car vanished.

 

Elsa pointed to Terry’s Volkswagen.  “Better fix her car, too.”

 

I nodded and imagined it back where we had found it, gleaming new, amid a long line of other parked cars.  “Make it happen.”  And it did.

 

There was a sudden, loud crack! behind me.  I turned to see Janie standing by the tree she had leaned against during her orgasm.  She had broken the foot-wide trunk in half and was now balancing the entire tree on her right hand.  She slowly lowered that hand, and then rapidly lifted it, tossing the huge tree so far into the air that it became a dot and vanished in the distance.

 

Her breasts were still wobbling as she turned back to me and saw the questioning look on my face.  “I just felt like doing that,” she shrugged.

 

“Ok, girls, let’s go home now.  I still want my steak and eggs!”