by Paul Smith

Delina does a 'Military Press'.

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

You and Delina Slapow are walking through the docks together. Her breasts float in front of her like two beach balls, squeesed into a tightly fitting t-shirt. As usual, they are large, sweating and incredibly pert. Her buttocks clench powerfully beneath her tight jeans, making her buns blindingly obvious through her skimpy clothing.

"It must be amazing to be as strong you are," you say, caressing Delina's muscular arms.

"It is. I feel totally confident knowing that there is nothing that anybody can do to harm me. Plus, I really enjoy using my strength, I particularly enjoy the feeling of power it gives me."

Upon saying this she tenses her bicep, making it literally explode beneath your fingers. It feels rock solid. In fact, it is far harder than any substance known to man. It is muscles like these that allow Delina to bend thick steel guirders like they are putty. Whilst fondling this swollen muscle, you ask:

"Surely you aren't completely invulnerable? There must be some feats of strength that even you can't do?"

"Name one," breathes Miss Slapow, looking forward to the challenge.

"Okay," you look around, "lift that aircraft carrier over there!"

"Easy!"

"Easy?! That thing must weigh over 80,000 tonnes!"

"Makes no difference to me, but I'll lift it if you want."

With this, she casually scoops you up in her arms and jogs over to the enormous ship. It is currently in dry dock, held from the ground by thousands of wooden supports. You find it hard to believe that Delina could lift it all on her own; she's only about 5'6" tall, although she is very muscular. She is wearing a ripped white t-shirt which hangs down from her incredible tits, barely reaching her stomach. It is stretched to tearing point between her hard, erect nipples. Over the top of this she is wearing an unbuttoned blue denim shirt, which strains to contain her muscle-packed body as it pulsates beneath. Her clearly visible stomach ripples with raw power, her washboard-like abs always swollen into sharp definition. Her final piece of clothing was some torn-off jeans. In fact, they were so torn off that they barely covered the essentials. Almost all of her legs were on display, and were so packed with rippling muscle that, thanks to her hard, steel-like buns, her jeans were made skin-tight by her sheer muscle size. Needless to say, Delina wasn't wearing any underwear, since her breasts needed no such 'support' due to their sensational pertness and unbelievable size. She didn't bother with panties because she enjoyed the sexual feeling of the denim rubbing over her excitable cunt. Even now her jeans were being smeared with gooey pre-cum.

Her slender, powerful legs have soon carried you along the full length of the boat, meaning that they were now at the centre of the underside of the enormous structure. Delina slithered out of her denim shirt, revealing even more of her pumped, serpentine muscles. Her back was broad with raw strength, and her arms bulged powerfully every time she moved. Tossing the shirt aside, Miss Slapow moved into position. She crouched down underneath the vast ship, and rested her hands against the bottom of the boat.

"Ready when you are!" she mouthes.

You nod your approval. You see Delina muscles pulsate with brute strength, making them inflate like balloons. Every item of clothing she is wearing rips apart and flutters to the floor. Then, something truly amazing happens; Miss Slapow easily stands erect, straightening her back, casually lifting the boat above her head like it is a child's toy. She doesn't seem to be having any difficulty at all. She smiles at you.

"I told you; there is no feat of strength that strains my body even slightly!" she breathes, letting go of the boat with one hand, so that she is now supporting 80,000 tonnes of solid steel through one arm alone; still with no apparent effort.

"God! You ARE strong!"

Just in case you still had any doubts, Miss Slapow lets go of the boat with all but her little finger, even that still capable of easily supporting the full weight of the gigantic ship. That would make her millions of times stronger than an average person. Quite possibly far more.

Then, to add insult to injury, she stands on tip-toes, and balances on one muscle-packed leg. She supports the incredible weight so delicately, so EASILY, it's unbelievable! Her outline is now dominated by her bulging muscles, her triceps flexed to double size, and her thighs and calves swollen to the thickness of tree trunks, and far, far harder than granite. Despite her fantastic muscle size, she still looks sexy, in fact she looks more ravishing than ever; her breasts have actually grown visibly in the excitement of exerting her strength so impressively. Her firm body is wrapped tightly in a smooth layer of tanned, bare flesh. Her physique glistens with sweat under the heat of the midday sun, millions of tiny droplets running down her shapely figure. Her boobs are like beachballs, only far, far more pert, and with teats like nails, much harder than steel. In short, she looks absolutely gorgeous.

She reaches for you with her spare hand, and pulls you towards herself easily, squeesing you against her muscular form tightly. You can feel her large, defined abs pressing into your stomach, and her swollen breasts forcing your upper body away. Her nipples are like steel rods, digging into your skin, reminding you of just how tough this woman really is. She continues to easily support your full bodyweight one-handed with breathtaking ease for some minutes, until you wrap your legs around her hips and grip her stomach between your legs as hard as you can. This has no noticeable effect on Delina, except that she casually tenses her six-pack, forcing your legs to move; just to remind you how much more powerful than you she really is. Now that her hand is free, she slowly, erotically, tears off your clothing, allowing each item to flutter to the floor. As more of your body is exposed, Miss Slapow becomes visibly more excited; her breasts inflate to incredible proportions and become harder than the toughest steel, her breath quickens and her cunt even starts to ooze a small dribble of pre-cum. You notice her grip on the ship tighten in a spasm of excitement, her rippling muscles crunching up the reinforced steel so easily that Delina doesn't even notice what she has just done.

Eventually, you are down to your last piece of clothing; your pants. Delina rests her capable hands on your erect penis, which is clearly pronounced through the loose fabric. She grasps the material tightly, and proceeds to casually rip off your pants, allowing your dick to spring skywards, rubbing against Miss Slapow's steely stomach. You slide your dick over Delina's warm, soft skin, brushing it over the hard muscles that dominate her rippling stomach. You lower your penis down until it rests against her hairy cunt. You can feel the warmth within, and the pre-cum oozes out and runs onto your erect dick. Looking up into Miss Slapow's beautiful blue eyes, you slide your rod deep inside her.

Delina shudders visibly, making her fingertips exert a mere 200,000 tonnes of force, buckling the metal where her fingers gripped. It was so incredibly easy for her that she didn't even notice, just like she can't feel how heavy the aircraft carrier really is; it feels like polystyrene to her muscle-packed body.

You begin to rythmically ram your cock in and out of Miss Slapow's sensitive love-hole. As you do so, her breasts visibly swell in front of your wide eyes. You hear a loud whine from the mass of metal above you. If you didn't know better, you would have sworn that she was crushing the ship with her bare hands! You know that this can't possibly be true, because that would require millions of tonnes of force - surely even the mega-muscular, super-voluptous, drop-dead-gorgeous babe in your arms now isn't THAT strong? The ship begins to bend upwards at either end, twisting like play-doe at Delina's command. Looking up at her face, she appears to be experiencing pure ecstacy, and is completely oblivious to what her swollen muscles are doing to the 80,000 tonne ship; it's so easy for her she can't even notice the resistance! That would make her billions of times stronger than the average man! In other words, she is stronger than the entire population of the planet combined! You begin to believe her claim of 'nothing being able to harm' her, and appreciate the truly awesome strength of this wonder woman - whom you are now shagging!

The muscles on her arms tense dramatically as Miss Slapow reaches new heights of excitement, with each flexure her arms inflate like balloons, and pull her arms onstoppably together, twisting the thick metal like putty. Soon, the gigantic structure is bent round into a 'U' shape. Still, Delina hasn't noticed.

You slide your penis in and out of her wet vagina, her lips caressing your organ erotically. You grip her buttocks with all your might, your fingers failing to make a noticeable impression in her hard, muscular buttocks, especially since they are being compulsively tensed by their beautiful owner. They feel like they are made of steel, except that they are warm and soaked with sweat, and you know them to be much harder than mere steel.

You slide your hands up Miss Slapow's pulsating body until your reach her back. It is broad with rippling muscle, each one of them gently pulling her arms together, making the ship give like treacle at her finger tips. You run your hands round to her front, and rub your hands over her fantastic bust. Her large, sweaty breasts are so pert that they look like over-inflated beachballs, floating in front of her body as if they are uneffected by something as dull as gravity. Her tits are far too large for you to cup in your hands, so instead your try to cup just one breast in both hands; even then, you don't even come close to success. You slide your fingertips over her pert breasts until your eventually come to her erect nipples. They feel like nails rubbing against your hands, such is Delina's excitement. You rest your hands on them, and squeese as hard as you can, fondling her hard teats between your fingers. A jet of warm milk squirts out, travels the full length of the ship, and splatters against the dry dock's wall so powerfully that chips of concrete are knocked from the thick slab. You squeese her nipples rythmically, in time to sliding your dick in and out of her strong physique. Soon, her teats are so excited that they squirt a continuous stream of milk all the time, even when you aren't fondling them.

Suddenly, violently, Delina reaches her fantastic climax, unleashing an incredible scream of pure pleasure. Her arms move together unstoppably, as if there were not 80,000 tonnes of metal in the way. Needless to say, it is crushed to a pulp in a fraction of a second. Then, she pulls the remainder of the boat down towards herself, and rams it into her erect boobs with all her might. The ship doesn't stand a chance. It buckles like tin-foil, rips like paper and oozes like treacle so very easily at her every whim. Her strength is so great that she only notices what she is doing because her eyes are open wide with pure ecstacy. Soon, the enormous aircraft carrier is nothing more than a thin smear of metal against Miss Slapow's large, rock-hard breasts. She scrapes off the metal and casually tosses aside the 180 million pound object. When it lands (several miles out to sea), it rapidly sinks to the bottom of the ocean. Watching Delina's muscles bulge dramatically in this final feat of pure strength, your penis spurts its cum. Feeling this burst of warmth inside her, Miss Slapow's cunt releases a flood of cum, which gushes out of her vagina like hot sludge, piling up at her feet. You see every muscle on her sweat-soaked body flex incredibly, making her already muscular physique seem even more impressive. Her toes curl up, grinding up the concrete like it were wet sand.

Eventually you have both finished your orgasms, and Miss Slapow delicately places you on the ground. Looking round at the devastation that Delina has so easily caused, you say:

"You know what? I think I believe what you said; there is no feat of strength beyond you!"

Delina smiles erotically.

"I know," she breathes, punching a hole in the concrete wall easily, just for the sheer hell of it.