by Paul Smith (psmith_101@yahoo.com)

Another prequel to the 'Superwoman' series - the second story I ever wrote!

WARNING: only suitable for those over 21 years of age.

Paul admired Superwoman's breathtaking body as it bobbed up and down in the warm, steaming waters of the bath. As she washed her hair, soapy water ran along her large breasts - occasionally a drip got caught on one of her nipples. Her tanned skin was damp and moist as she ran her powerful hands through her long hair. She caressed her muscular body; her muscles seeming to descend in ripples from head to toe. She turned and saw Paul. She got out of the bath and twirled in front of him so that he could admire her mighty body in full detail. Paul gladly did so.

Superwoman had long, flowing blonde hair that ran down over her large breasts and stopped when it reached her muscular stomach. Her face was faultless - it was smooth and young - it was both sexually attractive and gorgeous to look at. Her abundant breasts were perfectly formed; they were large, tanned and shockingly pert. Caroline rubbed her powerful hands over them, lifting them up as she did so. When she let them go, they bounced back down.

Her arms were heavily muscled, but not so much that their obvious strength detracted from Superwoman's beauty. At that moment she was using her hands to caress her body - she rubbed them over every part of her wet, smooth body - over every muscle, over her breasts and even over her solid, well muscled bum. Next, Paul examined her stomach - it was clearly divided into sections - a smooth rounded lump of muscle in each section. Down the middle of it, ran a slight indent - as all the most strong and fit women in the world have. At this point, some soapy foam was running down this channel, until it was abruptly brought to a halt by her vagina - the foam fell deep into it. Her vagina dripped clear liquid in anticipation of the love making that was to come. Her whole body glistened in the sunlight; showing her perfect curves off brilliantly.

Her legs were long, tanned and well muscled - when she stood up the muscles in them had bulged outwards - revealing for a moment the immense strength contained within them. As she turned, Paul saw her back. It was mountainous due to the many muscles that were packed on to it - each and every one of those muscles toned to perfection. Paul's eyes could not resist looking at her smooth arse - it connected to the rest of her body without a crease or crinkle; the skin all over her body was smooth and wrinkle free. Again, her legs could be seen, this time from behind - her powerful thigh muscles which could crush a steel bar with ease and her bulging calf muscles - capable of lifting immense weights which not even the most powerful machines in the world could lift. Superwoman decided it was time to put those muscles of hers to use.

She walked out of the bathroom, her damp body still glistening in the bright sunlight. She pressed her breasts firmly into a metal filing cabinet that was resting in the hall. At first this did not look like a feat of strength, but slowly the sound of solid metal being crushed could be heard. As Superwoman moved closer to the cabinet, the sound intensified. Soon the cast iron cabinet had an imprint of Superwoman's breasts in it - even her nipples had left their mark in the buckled metal. She put one hand on the end of the cabinet, the other into one of the holes that her breasts had made, and lifted the cabinet high above her head. She then slowly crushed the cast iron cabinet. The metal moaned and creaked as Superwoman applied her raw power to it. As she did so, the muscles on her back bulged out. Soon, the metal could take no more and it began to buckle. Paul could hear the plastic binders snapping inside the cabinet as Superwoman used such huge amounts of musclepower on it. The cabinet was soon crushed so that it was just a pile of mangled metal on the floor. Superwoman was the only person in the universe capable of doing such an amazing feat of strength. Nothing in the universe was as powerful as her muscular body.

Next, Superwoman punched one of her mighty hands through a thick metal wall she was standing by. Her powerful fist tore through the reinforced steel as if it were paper. She then flexed her immense biceps which were now immersed in the wall. As she did so the metal tried in vain to stop the muscles from growing - but it could not; the metal did not stand a chance against the raw power of Superwoman. It began to buckle as it was crushed by Superwoman's enormous biceps. She then pulled her arm free from the wall - tearing the wall in half as if it were just metal foil. As she did so the metal creaked, groaned and moaned under the enourmous pressure it was being put under.

She then picked up a large, sharp kitchen knife from the table. She drew her muscular arm back and forced the dagger deep into her breast. As she did so, the sound of shattering metal could be heard. She then moved her hand away from her breast. Her invincible breast did not have a mark on it - but the knife was twisted and bent where it had tried to pierce her body.

Next, Superwoman grasped the metal banister which surrounded the stairs with a powerful hand - which easily crushed the weak metal; this was only part of the raw power that was contained in her body. She then tore the metal pole away from its fixings - the bolts flew off and were catapulted around the room with such force that some imbedded themselves in the walls. Metal could be heard tearing as she pulled at the banister. She then bent the steel bar that remained into a tight knot. She crushed this until it was no more than the size of a small pebble. As she did this the metal could be heard moaning and groaning under the huge amount of pressure Superwoman was so easily applying to it. After she had finished, Superwoman flicked this insignificant object with her immensely powerful hand and it flew out the window and imbedded itself in the grass outside.

Paul then stepped into the bath and lied down. Superwoman walked over to him and lowered her vagina over his erect penis. She grabbed hold of the edges of the metal bath and lifted herself up and down over his penis with her powerful arms. As she did so, her large triceps and biceps bulged under her weight; they glistened in the sunlight as they grew. Paul watched Superwoman's breasts as they bounced up and down in sync with her motions. As her movement became more jerky, Superwoman's breasts wobbled and bounced more and more, until they were swinging back and to from one side of her muscular body to the other; even occasionally bouncing off her powerful arms. One time they had swung so far that they had smashed into the wall and left a dent on it. As she heaved up and down, her grip on the bath gradually tightened, until, at orgasm, she completely crushed the strong metal tub without even realising it - allowing all the water that had been contained within it to escape. As the water ran out of the bath, it was topped by Superwoman's love juices as they gushed out of her powerful vagina.

She then lifted Paul out of the bath with her strong arms (which bulged as they were put to use) and folded the metal bath back into its correct shape - she did this amazing feat of strength as if it were nothing - it didn't even put the smallest strain on her magnificent body. She sealed the rips in the metal by spreading the solid metal over the gaps as if it were moist putty. She then turned on the bath taps again and immersed her muscular body into the warm, steaming water again; her breasts floating on the surface and bobbing up and down. Paul looked on in awe at this gorgeous sight - he could not help himself from splattering Superwoman with cum from his still erect penis. She wiped the semen from her voluptous body and smiled at Paul. She lifted herself from the bath.

She grasped Paul, and lifted him off his feet until his legs were level with her shoulders. She placed him there, so that his penis was in her mouth. She felt his erect love muscle with her tongue. Paul looked down at Superwoman's back, legs and arse as she carried him along as if he was only as heavy as a grain of sand. He examined the muscles in her bum which flexed and bulged as they moved her muscular legs. He looked at her powerful thigh muscles, which had crushed cars as if they were made of foil. He looked at her back - the muscles in which were supporting his weight as if it were nothing. Superwoman continued to give him the blowjob of his life.

As she walked along, Superwoman's breasts bounced up and down, touching Paul's legs one moment, then touching Superwoman's sweating tanned skin the next. As she walked, her stomach muscles tensed and relaxed in time to her movement. One moment they bulged as they took the full weight of Paul's body and her own with greatest of ease - the next they relaxed; although even then they were large by anyone's standards. Superwoman's long, muscular, powerful legs moved her sweating body forwards with the greatest of ease. As they did so, they bulged under the immense weight that they were so easily supporting. It did not take long for Superwoman's caressing tongue to force Paul's penis to splatter her mouth with it's cum. She swallowed his semen.

Then, Superwoman also came, spilling clear liquid onto the carpet. As she orgasmed, her whole body tensed and her hand accidentally tore a hole in the wall that it had been holding. Her other hand ripped a door handle off and crushed it as if it were putty. She threw the useless piece of metal away and lifted Paul off her shoulders as if he weighed nothing, and placed him gently onto the ground. She returned to her warm, soothing bath and washed both Paul's and her own cum off her tanned skin - leaving only her smooth muscular body beneath. She flexed her muscles at Paul and accidentally destroyed a concrete wall with one of her powerful legs. She smiled her sexiest smile and crushed the metal sink that was attached to the wall with her bare hands. It creaked and moaned as it was put under far more pressure than it was designed to take. Paul came again and Superwoman returned to her bath.