Sandy gets to know a girl who is more than her equal.

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

It is dusk. Sandy Pherson strode boldly down the street, her finely-honed muscles dramatically highlighted by the setting sun. She was wearing a t-shirt several sizes too small for her enormous chest, tied off before her stomach. Her breasts were so pert that they easily more than doubled her width when viewed from the side. Her nipples were incredibly pert, stretching the tight fabric nearly to breaking point. Her rock-hard buttocks were sharply visible, thanks to her incredibly tight ripped jeans. Her jeans were ripped off so soon that they barely qualified as a skirt, let alone as trousers. Her muscle-packed legs bulged with raw power, straining the seems in the fabric making them whine occasionally, as if they would give up at any moment.

Sandy walked past the entrance to the local super bowl, then stopped and again looked in through the glass doors. Inside she was a young girl, barely more than 17, although you wouldn't have known that from just looking at her body; her breasts were incredibly well-developed. Complimenting her fantastically voluptous chest, was a gorgeous face that wouldn't have looked out of place on a fashion model. Little more of this girl's glorious body was visible, since she was wearing a blue sports training top, with the zipper down the front. The top was clearly several sizes to big for her, but thanks to her enormous bust size, it was stretched to its limits. Sandy could not believe her eyes; surely this teenager could not have bigger breasts than her own? She cupped her own gigantic boobs, each more than filling both hands; she had always though of herself as generously proportioned, but this girl just blew her away. Miss Pherson could still not believe what she was seeing; the girl HAD to be using stuffing, and lots of it, either that, or her breasts really were as large and pert as a fully inflated beach ball! Either way, Sandy wanted to get to know her better!

Sandy Pherson, muscle-woman extraordinaire, reached down and grasped the handle. Just to reminder herself of her awesome strength, she tightened her grip a little. Her already impressive tricep bulged, and the metal whined as her fingers closed tighter and tighter around it, forcing it to bend. Her powerful muscles easily smeared it against her palm, her muscles proving far harder than mere steel. Releasing how much she enjoyed using her brute strength, Miss Pherson continued to squeese her fingers together. The thick metal shrieked some more, before slowly oozing out from between her fingers. Soon, Sandy felt the touch of her warm fingers replacing the cool steel pressed against her palm. She had felt virtually no resistance, the 'tough' steel no match for her raw musclepower. Sandy smiled, and then casually forced the door open.

She ran up to the girl and gripped her firmly by the arm. To Sandy's surprise it felt surprisingly muscular beneath her sports top. The teenager was shorter than Sandy, only about 5 foot 8. The girl turned to look up at Sandy, her innocent blue eyes looking at her with curiousity, but no fear, as one might expect when faced with woman as awesome as Sandy. She easily pulled her arm free of Sandy's tight grip, and asked:

"Who are you? What do you think you're doing?" Her voice was so erotic, so effortlessly sensual, that Sandy almost squealed with pleasure. Just about retaining her composure, Miss Pherson replied:

"I am Sandy Pherson," she said boldly, before breathing: "And I would REALLY like to make love to you."

At first, the girl seemed shocked. Then, she seemed to reconsider, and cast her eyes down what was exposed of Sandy's gorgeous body. She realised that she rather liked the idea of screwing another woman, expecially one as well-endowed as Sandy. In fact, the more she thought about it, the more she wondered why she had never thought of it before. Her nipples snapped erect; the effect very obviously visible thanks to her tight clothing and, frankly, the sheer size of her nipples. She just about managed to regain her composure enough to breathe:

"I'm Nicola Moore. And I think I want to fuck you senseless."

At this, Nicola took a deep breath, making her already fantastic bust seem to swell even more, stretching upwards and outwards, making her top whine paninfully. They bulged so much that they brushed against Sandy's own boobs, and Miss Pherson could instantly tell that they were 100% real. Wow! The tracksuit whined again, and the zip undid itself a fraction; which seemed to release some of the tension.

Sandy could not resist look at the exposed cleavage; it drawfed even her own! The girls mammoth boobs were so pert and large that her cleavage was like a casm, and would be the envy of any woman on the planet. Miss Pherson's breasts, too, were suddenly standing proud, but Sandy didn't care, and it only seemed to serve to excite Nikki even more!

Again, her vast chest expanded as she took another extremely deep breath, trying to restrain her excitement. The zipper came undone all the way down to the top of her nipples. Seeing the edge of Miss Moore's aroelea nearly made Sandy's eyes pop out their sockets! This woman's breasts were truly amazing; completely unparalleled in the world of topless models.

Suddenly, Sandy remembered something that had been nagging her:

"Earlier, when I grabbed your arm, I noticed that it felt muscular; do you work out?"

"Work out?!? I do more than just 'work out', Sandy!"

With this, Nicola held her right arm out horizontally and turned to look at where her bicep should be. Sandy followed her eyes. Then, Miss Moore clenched her fist. Instantly, Nikki's initially loose clothing seemed very tight, outlining a truly muscular arm. Sandy's jaw dropped.

"That's not all, lover." breathed Nicola.

As Nikki pulled her arm back, Sandy watched in amazement as she saw the fabric becoming tighter and tighter around her bulging muscles, particularly her huge bicep. It's sheer size easily matched Sandy's own, and still her arm was only half draw back. Miss Moore continued. Her bicep was now larger than a softball, but still it grew. As her arms bulged, it was too much for her clothing to bear, and the peak of her bicep ripped through the tight cloth. Very soon, the rest of the arm followed in similar fashion, quickly shredding all the clothing surrounding it. Sandy was left staring at her exposed arm, the vast array muscles bulging from her arm now clearly visible. Sandy curled her own bicep; it barely compared!

"H-how?" Sandy managed to stammer.

"Just lots of hard work. For as long as I can remember, I'd been obsessed with the idea of bodybuilding, and since my Dad owned a gym, it was only natural that I would end up getting involved. I'll never forget the moment I managed to benchpress the complete stack of weights; I was only 13! Even then, even by 'adult' standards, my breasts were very large; and they just kept on growing and growing! I guess it's a good job I did take up bodybuilding so seriously, otherwise I'd probably have a hard time to even stand up!"

Sandy really couldn't believe her luck. She reached for the knot between her t-shirt and her muscular stomach. Slowly, erotically, she undid it. She could hear the sound of fabric ripping as Nicola grew slowly more excited. Miss Pherson then crossed her arms and grasped the bottom of her t-shirt. She heard Nikki's zipper again, which then suddenly stopped, apparently jammed. Sandy had a feeling that wouldn't restrain Miss Moore's excitement. Miss Pherson casually pulled her t-shirt up and over her head, before pulling it off altogether, and tossing it aside. At the exact moment her gigantic breasts were exposed, Nikki's boobs violent tore through the top, literally tearing apart the fabric, and ripping the zipper off altogther. The remains of the shredded track suit fluttered to the floor.

Both women stared, slack-jawed, at each others chest. Nikki's breasts, now fully exposed to Sandy for the first time, were simply stunning; any man who saw them would have instantly had an orgasm; they were easily as large as a pair of beach balls with a little (okay, a *LOT*) to much air in them. They were fantastically pert, and probed forward like a pair of balloons, only one got the impression that they were rather more durable than your average balloon. Quite a LOT more durable, actually. Nicola's nipples were like nails, adding at least another two inches to Nicola's boobs depth, making them at least triple her width when viewed from the side.

Miss Moore's arm was not alone in it's muscularity; the rest of her body was equally pumped. Her shoulders were broad, and her neck was thick with muscle. But what really caught Sandy's attention was Nicola's abdomen. It was so packed with muscle, so incredibly well-developed, that Miss Pherson could hardly believe her eyes; and this is a woman who bench presses dumper trucks for a living - even her body does not compare to what she is witnessing. Nikki's stomach had a fantastically clearly defined six-pack, even when relaxed it was more contoured than a champion female bodybuilder's; when flexed completely!!

"My God! You're...You're...Completely GORGEOUS!!" Sandy managed, squealing with pleasure.

Miss Moore looked on in awe at Miss Pherson's body. She was just as lost for words as Sandy was.

"Fuck me! NOW!!" breathed Nikki, before wrapping her muscular arms around Sandy's equally muscular body, and pulling her closer, pressing their chests together.

Sandy was not used to being physically overpowered, and it was a new and thrilling sensation to her. However, with a fair bit of effort she managed to escape Miss Moore's 'light' grip.

"How strong are you, exactly? Strong enough to do this?" said Sandy, turning her beefy body to a change machine.

Miss Pherson moved closer to the large machine, and reached forward, wrapping her thick, muscular arms around the machine. Next, she casually tightened her grip, easily overpowering the 'puny' metal, squeesing the thick steel like a tube of toothpaste. When she was convinced she had a tight enough grip, with a slight flex of her muscular abs, Sandy easily straightened her body. The steel bolts that secured the heavy change machine to the floor stretched painfully, then snapped violently, giving way with no apparent resistance to Sandy's awesome strength. Still in no obvious difficulty, Miss Pherson was soon holding the half tonne lump of mangled metal above her head, making her ample bust stretch up towards her muscular neck. Then, with one slow, smooth, powerful motion, she pressed her hands together. It was a clear contest between reinforced steel plates and her rock-hard muscles. Instantly, the steel lost, and by a large margin; it shrieked in pain as it crushed beyond all recognition so easily, that Sandy couldn't really feel the resistance. She played with the mangled heap of metal like a child might play with putty, eventually, screwing it up into a ball (the metal whining loudly as it was so easily manhandled), and clenching it incredibly tightly in a single fist. The reinforced steel was casually forced to ooze like treacle at Sandy's command, the tough metal offering no resistance to her magnificent physique. As the metal was sheared in half by her brute strength, Miss Pherson let the two half smash to the floor, before returning to Miss Moore.

"What did you think of that, Nikki? Impressed?"

"I certainly am... But I think I can do better."

Sandy didn't believe this. This girl couldn't be stronger than her, surely? That couldn't be possible, could it? However, given the ease with which Nicola had restrained her earlier, she did have her doubts.

Nicola Moore turned to the restaurant area, and marched STRAIGHT THROUGH the counter. The wood splintered and shattered against her body, the thick hardwood snapping to let her steely muscle-packed body through. She didn't even flinch. Miss Pherson's jaw dropped. She knew that Nikki was wasn't joking when she said she was strong. Very strong indeed. But that wasn't all Miss Moore had planned for her little demonstration. Not by a long way.

Nikki picked up a frying pan, and rested it on her breasts, her incredibly pert globes easily capable of such a measly feat. Next, she placed the pan on her boobs such that the handle poked forwards, over the end of her breasts. Then, the teenager placed a hand on the pan, pressing it against her breasts so hard that the pan buckled inwards around her hand, her fingers leaving fingerprints on the metal. Then, with her other hand, she grasped the handle firmly, (in fact, a little too firmly since, quite by accident, the plastic coating shattered beneath her fingertips) and pulled it downwards. The metal was forced to bend around her ridiculously pert chest, twisting so easily that it was clear that mere iron was so puny in Nikki's hands that she couldn't even feel the considerable resistance it normally offered; it was literally as if there was absolutely nothing there whatsoever! Like it were thin air!

At this moment, the 'thin air' snapped off in Miss Moore's hands. Alerted by the loud 'klink' sound the metal made as it was broken by her sheer strength, she discarded the two halves. Still, Nicola felt that she must show Sandy more of her strength. She strode behind the front row of kitchen machinery. Then, she spread her arms out wide, and walked forward. First, her breasts were forced into the 2 inch thick steel. The metal seemed to offer even her breasts no resistance, and Miss Pherson watched in amazement as Nikki's enormous boobs slowly tore their way through the steel. The fixings on the floor whined as they were put under more pressure than they were designed to take. Miss Moore continued to stride forward, until her gigantic breasts had completely torn through the incredibly thick steel, and her warm, muscular arms were pressed against the cool metal. She powered forward, still feeling absolutely NO resistance. The fixings on the floor ripped apart to oblige her, submitting to her immeasureably superior strength. The 20 tonne mass of metal glided forward, scraping along the floor as it was so casually pushed by the beautiful Miss Moore, her sensational physique easily exerting such a pitiful amount of strength.

Nikki continued to force the hunk of solid steel forward, smashin through the wooden counter, making it look like matchsticks, without so much as slowing down. When she had completely 'extracted' the heavy kitchen machinery from the kitchen, she stopped. Next, she began pulling her outstretched arms together, slowly bending the tough metal round into a 'U' shape as if it were play-doe. Indeed, it felt much weaker than that. In fact, she couldn't feel ANY resistance at all, despite the fact that she was exerting at least 10 times the amount of force Sandy had exerted earlier. The metal screeched loudly, backed by occasional sound of steel sheets being torn or sheer apart like wet tissue paper. Soon, the two ends met, but still Miss Moore continued her incredibly powerful motion. The noise was deafening. The metal moaned and groaned, whining loudly as steel buckled against steel, all the space in the machinery slowly being replaced by solid metal as more and more pressure was applied. Iron kettles folded in on themselves, entire industrial-size fridges were compacted, slowly being crushed in the strongest bear-hug the world has ever seen. Soon, Nikki's hands met in the middle, having crushed the 10 metre long line of kitchen equipment enough for her arms to encompass it.

Nicola noticed that Miss Pherson was literally wet with excitement, a dribble of pre-cum dribbling out from the seams in her jeans, her legs spread wide with sheer excitement. The sight of Sandy's excited body, along with the feeling of exerting her strength like this only served to thrill Miss Moore even more. Inside the steel, Nikki's breasts started to become more erect, making the steel groan painfully as it was mangled further still. Nicola decided to show Sandy how strong she really was. She squeesed her arms together harder still.

Once again, the metal shrieked, objecting to the incredible forced to which it was being subjected to. Despite this, the steel continued to fold inwards easily in Miss Moore's mighty arms. Soon, the entire mass of steel had been crushed so that it was little larger than a lamppost. Still, Nicola continued to exert her truly awesome strength, forcing the metal to bend to her will. It started to ooze between her arms, running like treacle, forced out by her unimaginable power. With one final squeese, the last lump of the 20 tonne mass was crushed to oblivion, her arms slicing through the thick steel like a knife through hot butter, the floorboards splintering as the upper half smashed into the ground.

Sandy looked on in stunned silence.

"So, did I do better?" breathed Nikki.

"Y-You certainly did."

"Do you still want to make love or not then?" winked Miss Moore.

Sandy smiled her most erotic smile, and strode over to Nicola.

"Let's do it. Now."

With this, Miss Pherson reached for her own jeans and tore them from her body, revealing her totally naked body to the girl. Nikki did the same, tearing the last remnant of her clothing from her flawless figure. They stared at each others vaginas, both of them leaking a steady flow of love juices, which slowly ran down their long, muscular legs, forming a puddle on the floor.

"How about a bit more foreplay?" asked Miss Moore.

"Lead on."

Nikki lifted Sandy's naked physique from the ground, easily carrying her over to the games machines, feeling her hard buttocks with her eager hands as she did so. Then, she placed Miss Pherson by a skiing machine. She turned to a car racing game and slowly sat down; not on the chair, as you might expect, but on the gearstick. As the steel rod slipped into her moist, inviting cunt, she bit her lip with excitement. She pointed to the skiing poles on the skiing machine, and Sandy got the hint. She easily lifted herself up with one hand, and still supporting her entire bodyweight with one arm, making her bicep bulge impressively, she spread her legs wide and lowered herself onto the long metal pole, letting it penetrate deep inside her. Nicola began to glide her pevlis back and forth, sliding the gearstick in and out of her hairy cunt. The plastic bobble on the end shattered as her vaginal muscles got a little over-excited and squeesed it lightly, gripping the metal pole tight enough to leave it with a deep imprint. Then, her vagina still holding the gearstick, Nikki stood up, wrenching the gearing so hard that it snapped off. She then briefly tensed her vaginal muscles incredibly hard, and the reinforced steel was instantly crushed. Then, she relaxed her cunt as much as she could, and spread her legs wide, allowing the thin slither of mangled metal to slip out.

Sandy saw this and pulled her legs together firmly. Her tight buns clenched together unstoppably, crushing the metal safeguards that surrounded the arcade machine like putty. Her legs continued to squeese together, flattening the main bulk of the machine as if it had been made of metal foil, not toughened metal. her bicep bulged as she pulled herself onto the skiing pole, forcing it inside her. The metal folded against her vaginal walls, twisting easily, being scrunched up into a ball like paper. When the last inch of the thick metal rod had been inserted, Miss Pherson stood up, allowing the mangled pole to slip from her cunt, still attached to the machine. It was now left with one pole mangled beyond repair, 5 foot of solid metal crushed to the size and shape of a pear, and still dripping Sandy's hot love juices onto the floor.

Then, Nicola Moore turned to another arcade machine, and casually rested her arm on top. Suddenly, the muscles in her arm bulged dramatically, as she easily forced her hand downwards, the thick metal being scrunched up like paper at her every whim. With the slightest hint of effort, Nikki pressed the tough steel against the floor so hard that it oozed like treacle, her raw strength vastly more than it was designed to take. Sandy stared at the girl's breath-taking body as it flexed for her enjoyment, her powerful physique pulverising the metal so easily, so sexily, that Miss Pherson found that she was enjoying the spectacle immensely. Sandy examine Nicola's impressive boobs as they levitated in front of her highly-muscled body, the teenager's erect nipples touching Sandy's own. They felt harder than nails, even to Miss Pherson's rock-hard physique. Sandy Pherson realised that this girl dominated her in strength by at least as much as she normally dominated other people. She found the feeling of her strength being so utterly dominated by a younger woman very arousing.

Sandy strode over to the bowling lanes, and easily picked up a 16 pound ball, and levered it between her spread legs. Nicola was staring at her, with a look of pure lust in her eyes. Sandy returned the stare and, almost without realising it, began to pull her muscular legs together. Her muscles bulged incredibly, making her legs thick than most tree-trunks. Her chest heaved erotically. She felt her skin flattening against the smooth, polished stone. Then, her swollen thighs began to press against the rock. Her pumped muscles did not give. Miss Pherson could feel the power flowing through her body, turned on immensely by the enormous strength she was so casually exerting. Miss Moore stared, her pert chest clearly proving that she was enjoying the view at least as much as Sandy.

Suddenly, there was a loud cracking sound, shockwaves vibrated through Miss Pherson's pumped body. She could feel the 'hard' granite yielding her to awesome strength. Soon, despite the fact that Sandy was using such as small percentage of her total strength, the large stone ball shattered freely, and soon Sandy's massive thighs had ground the tough granite into a pile of sand at her feet, her warm, muscular legs touching again now that the 'puny' obsticle had been removed by sheer brute strength. The fine sand was topped off by a small dribble of Sandy's thick pre-cum.

Nikki looked on in stunned amazement. She didn't know what to say. She had never felt so turned on in her whole life. Words failed her, so she decided to demonstrate her exstacy instead. She marched toward Miss Pherson powerfully. Sandy saw Nicola's response and, staring at her gorgeous body, began to stride toward her. The moment the couple reached each other, they wrapped their muscular arms around one-another, their moist lips moved closer and closer until...they met, caressing each other's mouths with their supple tongues. As their French kiss continued, Sandy leap up and wrapped her beefy legs around the teenager's muscle-packed stomach, her body supporting the extra weight with ease.

Nicola lowered her hands down Sandy's broad, muscular back, and began caressing her hard buttocks, flexed so hard by their beautiful owner that their felt like two warm steel balls to her touch. She carried her forward, pressing her back against the wall. Still kissing, she began thrusting her pelvis back and forth, her hairy vagina rubbing against Sandy's own. Miss Pherson's heavy body was easily lifted upwards by the erotic pelvic thrusts, grinding her hard muscles against the brickwork. Her shoulderblades snapped chips of brick from the wall, the ladies' strength so vast, that they did not notice the extra reisistance. Nikki's thrusts grew more powerful as her need for climax increased.

"Yes, Yes, YES!" the ladies screamed, Sandy's buttocks tensing uncontrollably, their powerful squeesing motion crushing huge chunks of bricks to dust and their orgasmic flexing smashing large holes through the thick wall like it were made of polystyrene.

Miss Moore pressed their cunts together more forcefully, stepping forward to try and get closer to Sandy's rippling physique. This simple motion casually rammed their bodies so hard against the wall that the intricate brickwork was shattered, smashed into a million pieces as if it were sand. The lovers were now back in the games room. Nikki continued to stride forward blindly, her eyes closed with pure pleasure. She pressed Sandy's body against the metal guards on the side of a basketball machine. The iron rods buckled and twisted, ripping easily as her vastly superior strength forced Sandy's pulsating body through the metal, tearing it like paper, the cast iron shrieking painfully as it was shearing in half by the raw strength of these two women's awesome bodies.

Nikki continued to march unstopppably forward, a long thick steel guard-rail blocking their path next. It ran in the same direction as the girls' path, but that would prove no problem. The 2 inch thick steel pole rammed into Sandy's rippling buns, instantly proving to be far weaker than her overwhelming musculature. At first, it was forced to crumple up, folding like foil, but eventually it twisted downwards, forced to run round her body; choosing instead to slide roughly against her excited cunt, before ploughing into Miss Moore's welcoming portal. Still, she did not slow down, her mighty body instead matter-of-factly ramming the thick steel against her vaginal walls. Even they proved far harder than mere metal, forcing it to scrunch up, buckling like paper, thanks to Nicola's incredible power. This meant that her cunt was easily withstanding hundreds of tonnes of brute force, and taking into account the sensitive nature of the area it was being pressed against, Nikki must be billions of times stronger than an average woman! Make no mistake, these women are STRONG!

Miss Moore's march continued, the thick steel pole rapidly being mangled by her hot cunt. Eventually, the steel rod had been crushed so small that it's entire 10 metre length fitted in Nikki's comparatively small vagina. Suddenly, she felt an unstoppable wave of orgasmic pleasure whelling up inside her. The metal moaned loudly, squeesed so hard that it oozed from her moist cunt like toothpaste, before smashing down onto the floor. Nicola's cunt had just exerted tens of thousands of tonnes of force so easily that she hadn't even registered the effort.

Still oblivious to the world around her, Miss Moore's powerful legs continued to thrust forward, the two women's muscular bodies smashing through the metre thick concrete that surrounded the leisure centre so easily that they made it look like it were wet sand. They were now in the car park. Nicola placed Sandy on a car's bonnet, her heavy body making the suspension groan, and her hard, muscular buns dimpling the reinforced steel plate like foil. Nikki felt like showing off once more before fucking Miss Pherson, so she reached to her side and, with a single hand, gripped the bumper of a black stretch limo so tightly that she left fingerprints in the tough iron. Then, still holding her arm at right angles to her body, she gently levered the entire vehicle from the ground, the 3 tonne object supported at an impossible angle, with just a single hand holding it at a particularly awkward position. A normal person would have had difficulty doing the same with an object as light as a golf club, but Nikki Moore has far LESS difficulty doing the same with an object 3000 times heavier; a weight heavy enough to crush any ordinary person, but Nicola is no ordinary person! Not by a LONG stretch of the imagination!

With amazing grace, Nikki continued to lift the 15 metre long vehicle up above her head, so that she stood there with the massive car held so very easily vertically above her beautiful head, her gigantic breasts stretching up towards her neck as her mind-numbingly muscular arms reach up towards the sky. Her huge biceps bulge like balloons as she begins to lift the entire weight of the car up and down above her head, still supporting over 3 tonnes of pure metal like it weighed nothing at all. Sandy's jaw was slack, and love juices flowed freely down the car's bonnet, dribbling off the bumper and onto the tarmac.

As she benchpressed the 3000kg mass one-handed, Miss Moore could feel her bicep bulging, pressing against her tricep when she curled her arm. As she warmed up her muscles (as if they needed warming up!) she looked at Miss Pherson's body. Just as when she had first seen it, it was completely gorgeous; she noticed that even now, a continuous flow of steaming pre-cum ran down Sandy's muscular legs. Nikki gave Sandy an erotic wink. Seeing this, Sandy's excitement increased even more, and her buttocks flexed compulsively, screwing up the metal that they rested on like paper. Her hands clenched orgasmically, making her already large triceps swell dramatically. Her fingers sliced through the sheet of metal like foil. Seeing this, Nicola realised that Miss Pherson couldn't wait much longer, so she decided to get on with the show. Using her tight grip on the front of the limo, Miss Moore manhandled the three tonne object like a childs toy, until the back end was by her free hand. She then gripped the back end with equal force to the front, her fingers mangling the steel like putty.

Nikki Moore, the 17 year-old muscle-girl, began to gently squeese her arms together. Something truly amazing happened. First, there was a loud BANG, quickly followed by an ear-shattering POP. There was the sound of metal grinding against metal, shrieking noisily as, slowly but surely, the teenager began to casually bend the 3 tonne limo like it were made of lickorish. The thick metal sheets whined, groaning and moaning as they were forced by sheer brute strength to bend at Nikki's command. The roof sheared down the middle, the bullet-proof windows shattered. The car was literally being twisted in a loop. Soon, Nicola's raw muscle-power had bent the car 90 degrees, her nubile young body easily twisting the thick steel like it were not there, offering so little resistance to her rippling physique that it was no harder than we might find bending a piece of foil. Very soon, the two ends of the car met, bent round into a complete loop like play-doe. Now, the young, voluptous supergirl began to press the car against her enormous tits; they had now swollen to at least a metre in diameter, probably more. The metal groaned in protest, but it could not resist her strength any more than an ant could resist a steamroller.

Nicola's grip on the metal tightened, and she felt the metal flowing between her fingers, forced to ooze like treacle by the awesome strength she was so easily demonstrating. She felt the cast-iron engine block press against her hand, and she was determined to crush it with all her might. Her fingers wrapped around the reinforced lump of iron, and squeesed. Her fingers sliced through the cast-iron like a knife through hot butter, the thick metal running like water, the feel of her warm fingers pressed against her palm soon replacing the much weaker cold iron. Miss Moore had amazed herself; the cast-iron had felt so malleable when her muscles were put to use, that was suddenly absolutely sure that no feat of strength was beyond her gorgeous body.

The heavy vehicle continued to yield to her powerful physique, the thick steel being forced to mould itself around the shape of her large, swollen bust. Soon, the entire car had been reduced to nothing more than a thin smear between her cleavage. Nikki leaned forward and let this slide to the flow. The sharp lump of concentrate metal was imbedded into the tarmac by its own weight. Her 62MM boobs were as pert and impressive as ever, as she turned them to face Sandy. She strode up to Miss Pherson, and started to lick her toes, her tongue probing every crevice in a highly erotic fashion. Sandy responded by lying back, deliberately forcing her muscular shoulders through the roof of the car, bending the metal downwards so easily that it almost looked like it WANTED to bend! She flung her arms out behind her head, and forced them downwards, pressing the roof around her closer to the ground. She reached down and rested one hand one either side of the vehicle, pressing a hand against each of the back passenger's doors. Nicola Moore lowered her naked muscular body, guiding her lips towards Sandy's vagina. Unfortunately for the car's owners, the size of her boobs was so unbelievably vast that the only way she could get close enough was to force them through the car's bonnet, her breasts literally tearing through the car's front completely. Her nipples poked into the car's chassis, making two sharp indents in the reinforced cast-iron. Nikki rests her head between Sandy's powerful thighs, and slipped her tongue into her exposed cunt. She was greeted by an incredible warm moistness she had never experienced before.

Nikki thrust her tongue around, fondling Sandy's sensitive cliterous so much that Sandy thighs compulsively closed around her head, squeesing with such force that solid titanium would have run like treacle. Luckily Nikki was FAR stronger than mere titanium. The mild pressure only served to excite her even more, making her breasts inflate enough to rip through the car's chassis completely. Sandy heard the BANG and POP as the iron was torn apart, and could feel the car shudder under the raw power of this wonder girl between her legs, turning her on so much. She began squeesing her arms together, pulling with such force that the sides of the car caved in, the reinforced steel offering very little resistance to her finely honed physique. As her pleasure increased, so did the rate of flow of cum from her vagina. Miss Moore felt the flood of love juices against her tongue and face, a mini-river flooding down out of Miss Pherson's hot cunt. She lapped it up, feeling her own arousal swelling. Her own vagina began oozing cum.

Sandy felt her own love juices flooding up and over her muscular legs, and she continued to press her arms together with incredible force, squeesing the centre of the car like a tube of toothpaste. Nicola found the sound of metal being distorted by Miss Pherson's wonderful body deeply erotic, and she wrapped her own legs around the front of the car, slipping the mercedes logo into her cunt. Thrilled by the feeling of the hard metal object rubbing over her clit, she squealed with pressure, pulling her legs together with such force that the front of the car buckled inwards where her thighs pressed against it.

Sandy Pherson felt the merc shake violently again, as Nikki Moore's muscle-packed legs squeesed through the car like it were moist putty. She squeesed her own arms together, clenching her fists, scrunching up the metal so hard that it oozed like play-doe, before tearing off and smashing into the tarmac. The doors had now met in the metal, thanks to the sheer strength that had been exerted on them. Nicola rubbed her tongue over Sandy's cliterous hard, exciting both of them so much that they were both on the brink of climax. Both of the ladies managed to hold off their orgasm for several minutes. Soon, both the women started shuddering with pure exstacy, as they knew they could hold backno longer. Nikki was the first to go. Her legs snapped together with such strength that the car was instantly sliced into two pieces. She still didn't feel any resistance. Her vaginal muscles clenched unstoppably gripping the mercedes badge so tightly that it buckled, and was literally squeesed out of her vagina like putty. Then, Sandy came. Her hands pressed together with renewed vigour, her hands easily squeesing aside the last few inches of solid metal like it were play-doe, slicing the remains of the car in half like it were made of warm margerine. She shook violently, vibrating the whole car, and Nicola with it. Her abs rippled powerfully, thrusting her cunt forward and back unstoppably. Her vagina released a torrent of cum, gushing love juices so thick that they looked like wallpaper paste, and flood of the spunk oozing down the bonnet like a lava flow, eventually forming a sizeable pile at Miss Moore's feet. Feeling this hot liquid running all over her breathtaking body, Nikki's cunt blast cum with renewed vigour, the powerful jet easily forming a rip in the car's chassis and drilling a deep hole in the tarmac, tearing off huge lumps of tar as it did so.

Both the women let of an ear-splitting scream:

"YEEESSSSSS!!!!!"

Their bodies continued to shudder for several minutes, their bodies helplessly vibrating with pure pleasure, distorting the mangled remains of the car even more. Eventually, their orgasms came to an end. They surveyed the wreckage they had so easily caused, then looked each other in the eye, and then Nicola Moore said:

"Shall we do it again?"