Danger! Superwoman still at work!
by Paul Smith (psmith_101@hotmail.com)
More short stories where Caroline demonstrates her unsurpassed strength.


(If you have any stories like this or you've got some good ideas for future stories then don't hesitate to email me at psmith_101@hotmail.com)

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



Superwoman strode onto the stage, her muscular figure covered only by a skimpy swimsuit. Her entire body was tanned to perfection; every curve was shown to dramatic effect by the bright lighting. She was in a strip club, and was about to perform for the spectators. The music consisted almost entirely of erotic moaning noises, and the audience drooled in anticipation of what was to come. Caroline threw two solid steel balls to members of the audience.
"Check them; make sure their solid - as solid as my buns - and that's rock hard!" she said, flexing her large buttocks to prove the point.
Whilst the audience were checking the objects, Superwoman began to train with her two heavy barbells. As she lifted each of the massive objects with her powerful arms, her gigantic biceps bulged, revealing some of their true power. Her swimsuit only just covered her nipples, allowing the rest of her ample breasts to bulge outwards, putting the swimming costume under enormous pressure. The design of the swimsuit was such that it got thinner and thinner as it went down her mighty body; by the time it reached her cunt, it was no thicker that a piece of string. Her hairy vagina could be clearly seen, leaking hot cum onto the floor. The thin fabric then returned to her broad, muscular shoulders by passing between her large bum cheeks as they clenched together erotically. Caroline continued to pump iron until she was sweating heavily, turning her clothing almost translucent. Her massive breasts could easily be seen now, pushing out the upper part of her swimsuit. Her defined stomach rippled underneath the swimsuit, showing beyond all doubt that Caroline was STRONG.
Then, Superwoman began to train very vigorously, so that she swung her pelvis back and forth, making her swimming costume rub against her cunt. Next, Caroline threw each of the 10 tonne barbells away, and reached for the thick iron post that was in front of her.
"Watch this, fellas!" she said, slowly wrenching the metal from the floor.
Her huge buttocks swelled, causing them to rip the piece of fabric that ran between them. Her costume now hung from her fully erect breasts. Every single one of Superwoman's muscles rippled, and slowly the strong steel bolts that held the pole to the floor began to stretch and snap.
The spectators looked on in awe at this woman, this one single woman, who was single-handedly tearing solid steel. Rapidly, their dicks hardened. Except, of course, for the lesbians in the audience, who instead slowly leaked love juices, soaking their tight underwear.
Suddenly, Superwoman gave the post one almighty wrench, and all the remaining screws snapped and were catapulted around the room.
Observing the on-lookers' stunned faces, Caroline said:
"That was nothing! It was easy (for me at least)! Now watch THIS!"
Slowly Caroline Everson began to crush the iron pole that she was holding above her head. Her breasts swelled, tearing through what was left of her clothing. As the swimsuit fell away, several members of the audience orgasmed, staining their trousers with cum. Her tits were, to say the least, impressive. They were much larger than Pamela Anderson's, and were covered with tiny droplets of water, which slowly ran down her body, glistening like crystals. When viewed from the side, Caroline's breasts at least doubled her width. At this moment, they were bulging away from her body, and hardening by the second. Even while this went on, Superwoman continued to crush the iron above her head, the metal creaking and moaning under the overwhelming pressure it was so easily being put under. Eventually, the post was crushed, and Caroline let it drop to the floor.
"Impressed?" The audience were to stunned to reply, "I guess you were."
Superwoman had deduced this from the stains on most of the spectators trousers, male and female alike.
"I see that some of you haven't cum yet," she said, in her most erotic voice, "We'll soon fix that."
At this, Caroline jumped from the stage (her huge breasts bouncing when she landed) and began to walk around the room. She walked up to one eager gentleman, and sat on his lap; she could feel his dick pressing hard against her arse. She reached down his trousers and began to caress his swelling penis. At the same time, she nibbled his ear, her tongue caressing it playfully. The man's dick splattered her hand with cum. She removed her hand and looked the gentleman deep in the eyes. Whilst doing so, Superwoman slowly licked the love juices from her hand, and swallowed deeply. The man orgasmed again.
Next, Caroline Everson moved onto the next man (who was quite short), and reached behind his back, lifting him from his feet easily. Her hand pulled hard at the front of his trousers, easily ripping through them. His penis was now exposed. Superwoman lifted the man until his rod was level with her moist vagina, and pulled the gentleman towards her, his dick slipping into her warm cunt. The man orgasmed instantly. Gently, Superwoman placed him back on his seat.
Caroline then walked over to the next person - who was female. Superwoman knelt on the floor and lowered her mouth towards the lady's trousers. Caroline Everson used her powerful tongue to tear through the woman's jeans. The lesbian's cunt was now exposed. Superwoman began to lick the woman's vagina, gently caressing her cliterus. She could hear the woman moaning and groaning until, at last, she came, flooding Caroline's beautiful face with gooey cum.
Wiping the love juices from her face, Superwoman walked up to the next person, and sat on his lap. She began to tense and relax her large buttocks rythmically, pushing the gentleman's penis down one moment, and allowing it to bounce back up the next. She could see the man growing more and more excited, and so gave him a french kiss, her tongue feeling deep inside his mouth. The man climaxed so much that his trousers began to leak. Caroline stood up and moved onto the next man.
She reached for his trousers, feeling his erect dick underneath. She began to feel his dick with her hands - exciting it through his trousers. He soon orgasmed. Caroline Everson walked onto the next person, who was a woman.
This time however, Superwoman did nothing, she just said:
"Touch me, feel me, do anything you want to me!"
The woman stood up, and touched one of Caroline's muscular arms cautiously. As soon as she felt Superwoman's smooth, tanned skin, she had to fight desperately to control her orgasm. Then, she rapidly undressed, and stood naked before Caroline. She had brown hair, that stopped just below her shoulders. Although she was not muscular, she was clearly a keep-fit enthusast - as her wonderful figure proved. Her breasts were large, and they swelled from her chest as she grew more and more excited. She walked up to Superwoman and wrapped her hands around her, almost screaming in her growing excitement. She could feel Caroline's naked skin against her own, she could feel her large, erect nipples pressing against her body. She lowered her hands and felt Superwoman's buttocks. They were firm and large.
"Pick me up!" said the lady.
Caroline wrapped her arms around the woman and lifted her clean off the ground.
"You're SO strong. How do you get to be THAT powerful?" enquired the lesbian.
"I just train long and hard in the gym. And I also do at least a 50 mile run every day."
"Yes, so I see," said the lady, feeling Superwoman's muscular back.
At this, the woman began to lick Caroline's body, running her moist tongue over her breasts, over her muscles, and even over her face. The lady felt Superwoman's thick, muscular arms as they bulged and flexed, turning her on even more. Caroline Everson became noticably more excited as her breasts were touched, and did the same thing to the lesbian, causing her to climax. Her love juices sprayed against Superwoman's body, caressing her cunt enormously. Superwoman also orgasmed, blasting cum onto the floor, smashing the wood into splinters. Before placing the lady back on her seat, Caroline whispered in her ear:
"Stick around afterwards. This could be the start of a beautiful friendship."
The woman smiled, and nodded in agreement.
After recovering from her orgasm, Caroline climbed back onto the stage, and asked for the steel balls back. Three men struggled between them to carry the metal objects to the stage. Caroline reached down and grasped the objects, one in each hand, and lifted them up onto the stage as if they weighed nothing. Each of the three mens' jaws dropped.
"Now, you've all checked these spheres. They real - solid, strong and, of course. very, VERY heavy. But not for me."
At this, Superwoman pressed the two steel balls together, the metal molding together like play-doe, creaking and moaning as it did so. When Caroline Everson had successfully pressed the balls together until they had became a large new one, she placed this new object in the palm of her hand, and squeesed. The metal buckled, moaning and groaning like never before. The steel began to ooze out from between her fingers, making it look like putty. Indeed, to Caroline, it DID feel like putty - that's how strong she is!
"Easy!" she said, throwing the useless lump of metal away.
"Well, that's it! See y'all tomorrow!" with that, Superwoman strode off stage, wiggling her bum from side to side as she did so. The audience orgasmed once more.

*****

Superwoman stood naked in a field, her fine mane of hair billowing out behind her in the fresh morning air. Her breasts bulged out from her figure, protruding from her chest like two bowling balls. Her stomach was covered with a clear, symmetrical group of rippling muscle. Her back was broad at her shoulders, widened at the top by the thick layers of pure muscle that covered her entire body. Towards her glorious backside, her waist-line thinned to perfection, before widening just before her fantastic pelvis. Her buttocks were solid muscle, far tougher than steel, and capable of easily crushing it. Her legs were long and as thick as tree-trunks due to the powerful layer of muscles that covered her body as a results of years of intensive training.
Caroline's muscles rippled in unison as she strode forwards towards a horse. She climbed up onto the beast, so that her warm, nude flesh rubbed against the animals back. Her strong thighs grasped the horse tightly, her powerful thigh muscles digging into its back like two steel rods. Next, Miss Everson grasped the reigns and gave the signal to go. As the horse bounded along, Superwoman's furry cunt rubbed against the horse's back, visibly exciting her. As she bounced up and down, her swollen breasts wobbled slightly and began to harden as the muscle-woman became more and more excited.
Soon, Caroline's breasts were rock-solid, making her sweating skin tight across her gorgeous body. Suddenly, she orgasmed. Her erect nipples poked forwards like two flagpoles as, slowly but surely, her excited vagina began to ooze a torrent of love juices. This gooey liquid dribbled over the horse's back and over her strong legs. As Superwoman's excitement increased, she began to squeese her buttocks, putting the horse in great pain. It put up with it only because of what had happened before. Last time, he had thrown her off, and so she had stood up, clearly annoyed, and lifted the poor horse from the ground and held it above her head momentarily, before throwing it high in the air. It had landed in a large oak tree. Seeing what she had done in her anger, Miss Everson calmed down and dashed heroically over to the tree. She reached out and, using just one hand, ripped the tree from its roots. She supported the full weight of the object with ease, and gently lower the injured animal to the ground. Then, she slung it over her broad, muscular shoulders like it weighed nothing at all, and carried it to the vets. Anyway, in the present, Caroline's swollen thighs were pulling her strong legs together with such force that the horse's ribcage was about to be crushed. It whined. Seeing the damage she was doing, Miss Everson relaxed a little, allowing her cunt to unleash a flood of steaming cum into the world. Several minutes later, Caroline slipped off the soaked beast and strode out of the field, her cum-soaked physique glistening sensually in the hot sunlight.

*****

Caroline Everson had been employed to do a replacement for that bit at the beginning of some films when the man strikes the gong. She was going to strike the gong, rather than the man - a sign of changing times, apparently. She stepped into the harsh studio lighting, ripped off her clothes, revealing her fantastic body - unequalled in the world of nude female bodybuilding - and reached for the baby oil. She smothered her entire physique with the liquid, making her contours mind-numbingly defined under the sensual yellow lights. She stepped over to the side of the gong, and posed so that her legs just covered her hot, moist vagina. Waiting for the signal that the film was rolling, Superwoman leaned forward and easily lifted the heavy stick that was used to beat the gong with. As she did so, her vast buttocks clenched erotically together and her long, blonde hair flowed down her muscular back. Then, she stood erect, puffing up her chest impressively, doubling the size of her boobs. Then, in slow-motion, she pulled back the stick and took an almightly swing at it. As the camera focussed on her rippling muscles and bouncing breasts, all seemed to be going well. However, the moment that the stick hit the gong it became clear that the production staff had underestimated her strength. Several things happened at once:
1) The gong buckled inwards where the stick made contact, leaving the thick steel with a deep hole in its centre.
2) The stick was crushed between Miss Everson's hands as she squeesed it just a little bit too tightly; easily twisting the metal beyond repair.
3) The gong was torn from the chains that held it in place, sending it sailing across the room.
All this happened when Superwoman used just a small percentage of the unbelievable amount of strength contained within her enormous muscles. She could just as easily have done it all with just her little finger - she just flexed her biceps and flared her nostrils for dramatic effect.