by Paul Smith

Sandy wants to go for a cruise. And what Sandy wants, Sandy gets.

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

You and Sandy are walking along by the boat yard, when Sandy says:

"Let's take one out for a spin!"

She is wearing a yellow bikini top and some ripped jeans. Her body is smothered with tiny beads of sweat, making her curvy body glisten in the sunlight. Her muscles are large and firm and her breasts are as big as watermelons. She has an impressive figure, to say the least. Needless to say, she is great in bed.

"I don't think that would be a good idea," you say doubtfully.

"So what? They can't overpower me, and I'll defend you."

Realising you have little choice, you follow Sandy in the direction of the marina gates. They are a rather thick pair of steel slabs, locked at the front by a metal chain. Sandy reaches out and grabs this chain. Then, she pulls it apart, snapping it with ease. Next, she presses her body against the crack where the two slabs meet. She slips her hands in. Then, she slowly forces the gates open. The metal buckles as she opens the gates a little too far, tearing through the inner workings of the machine. After this demostration of her undoubted strength, she becones you in.

You follow her as she marches towards a rather nice powerboat she noticed. She decides to go by the most "direct" route, and this means straight through the car park. She brushes the vehicles aside, sending them skidding on their side. Most are left with a large dent in the side where Sandy applied a bit of her muscle power. She is soon at the boat she desires. She hops on deck. You watch in awe as she opens the door as if it isn't locked. The only reason you (and she) realise that it is (sorry, was) locked is that you both heard the brief "twang" as the bolt snapped. She walks into the wheelhouse and strides up to the steering wheel. To it's side is the ignition. She reaches out and forces her fingers into the metal around the ignition socket. Miss Pherson then proceeds to tear the key hole out. At first the metal stretches, creaking loudly as it does so. Then, it snaps, allowing Sandy to get at it's wires.She tears off the ignition socket itself, leaving only the wires. She expertly connects the correct wires and the engines start.

"Now, lover, take the controls." she declares.

You do so. Sandy leaves the wheelhouse and walks to the front of the boat. You watch in rapt admiration as she crouches down (making her hard buns almost rip through her jeans) and grabs the rope at the front and breaks it like string. Then she casually marches to the rear of the motorboat and grabs the remaining rope. This time she pulls with only one hand, the other end of the rope being attached to the jetti. The jetti starts to be lifted out of the water. Sandy pulls a little harder. The hook where the rope is attached starts to bend upwards, distorting slowly until, suddenly, it snaps. Sandy returns to the wheelhouse as you reverse from the mooring. After you have left port, she sneaks up behind you and reaches under your high chair and grabs the metal pole that connects it to the floor. With each she rips the seat from the floor, lifting you upwards. She does all this with one muscle-packed arm, without any apparent difficuly. She tips you from the chair and catches you in her arms. Then, she deposites you on the ground. She walks unto the deck and stands, legs slightly apart, in front the the windscreen. She looks down at you through it and, without moving, excites herself. Her breasts grow visibly, slowly tearing through the tight bikini that covers them. Soon, they are so ripped that the wind just blows them away. Whilst her breast had been swelling she had turned around, so that you could not see her breasts when they did eventually break free. Now, with her back to you she slowly (and very erotically) slithers out of her jeans, letting them slip down her body and onto the deck. She kicks them away. Her glorious backside is now revealed to you. It is perfectly curved, muscular, with little dimples in each cheek. She slowly turns round to let you see her front. She uses one of her arms to cover her breasts and the other to cover her cunt. Sandy starts to move the hand that covers her breasts and deliberately caresses her nipples with her fingers as she does so. Now, still staring deep into your eyes, she starts to move the hand that covers her cunt. As she does so you look at her breasts. They are absolutely gorgeous - perfect in everyway, complementing her physique beautifully. As she stands on the deck the wind blows her long, blonde hair, making it billow out behind her. She looks like the ultimate heroine - strong, muscular, but above all, beautiful. Her fingertips brush over he pubes as she allows you to see her cunt. It is moist and clearly dying to be used. As the finale to her striptease, she dips her head forwards and flicks her hair back over her shoulders, standing fully erect and looking you deep in the eyes, smiling seductively. You leave the wheelhouse and join her on deck.

As you approach, Sandy stays rooted to the spot, only turning her beautiful head to watch you as you come up to join her. She smiles as you reach out and touch her body, and breathes in deeply through her nose. Then, she grabs your clothing and rips it off your body. Your erect penis springs skyward. Miss Pherson steps into the gecsi and lets it wash the sweat from her body. The bubbles rub over her sensitive skin, making her muscles ripple with pleasure. She becones you in with her finger. You gladly oblige. As you slide into the pool you can see that Sandy is already releasing a constant flow of cum into the water. She moves over to you and lies on top of you, sliding your hard dick deep into her hot vagina. She screams with pleasure, thumping her hands down against the deck, splintering the wood without even noticing. As she thrusts her pelvis back and forth her body shivers with pleasure, and she compulsively clenches her fists, crushing the metal air vent they rested on.

She reaches forwards and, holding your head in her hands, she kisses you passionately, intensely, using her tongue to smear her delicious saliva all over your face, nibbling gently on your ears. All the time she continues to fuck you senseless. You feel her rapid breath as she kisses you, her vagina all around your penis, exciting you more than you could have possibly imagined. You reach out and touch her breasts, cupping them in you hands, squeesing them every time Miss Pherson slides her cunt over you dick.

Suddenly, Sandy's shaking becomes more violent. She is having the best orgasm of her life. She takes her hands away from your head, and grasps the sides of the gecusi. The metal buckles as her grip tightens. Cum starts to gush from her vagina at a truly superhuman rate, rapidly making the pool overflow, rivers of pure cum flooding over its sides, running down the deck and into the sea. She starts to pull her hands together, ripping the sides of the gecusi from the boat, distorting the metal like paper. Miss Pherson has soon completely ripped the pool apart, allowing her love juices to flood overboard, surrounding the boat in a ring of steaming white cum. Feeling Sandy's love juices blast over your penis, you climax, spurting you comparitively feeble spunk against her insides. Feeling your dick vibrate inside her, Miss Pherson is take to whole new levels of pleasure. Her breasts start to blast milk, splattering the boat's windscreen. Her buttocks slowly part to reveal a shit as it slowly oozes from her bum. It is extremely long (several metres) and drills its way through the bottom of the gecusi, ripping the metal like paper.

The musclewoman's breasts starts to release milk even more powerfully, shattering the glass windscreen and spraying the back of the wheelhouse. Due to you climax, you squeese her breasts with all your might, making them release an even more powerful jet. The milk starts to dent the metal it is landing on. Seeing howstrong she is excites Sandy even more, making her bust squirt milk like never before. The jets drill through the boat altogether and start to hit the water, making the boat move forward quite quickly. Looking around, Miss Pherson sees she has got quite a lot of attention - all the boats have stopped to have a look at this super-strong, super-sexy woman who can rip solid steel with her bare hands. Her buttocks clenched, tearing the remainder of the gecusi like play-doe.

Slowly, Sandy starts to relax, her nipples slowing to a dribble, her buttocks relaxed enough to stop releasing poo and eventually everything was back to normal.

Stepping out from the gecusi and offering you her hand, Sandy says:

"Now we better dump the boat."

You and Sandy drive the boat to a secluded beach, whereupon Sandy dives overboard. She positions herself underneath the boat, and lifts it clean out of the water, casually holding it above her head using only one arm. When she reaches the shore she lets you just off and then proceeds to smash it up into such small fragments that no-one will ever be able to recognise it. She rips up every sheet of metal, snaps every slab of wood and crushes every perspex sheet, and all using just her bare hands. You look on in awe as she rips the fridge clean in half making it really look as if it was paper. In fact, if you didn't know Sandy as well as you did, you'd swear it was paper, since surely it's impossible for a woman to be THAT strong, isn't it? Sandy is conclusive (and very beautiful) proof that this theory is wrong.