by Paul Smith
You'll never look at a boat the same way again...
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WARNING: only suitable for those over 21 years of age.
You and Pamela Eleniak are sailing in the med, aboard your 50ft yacht. The boat doesn't have any winches, instead Pamela uses her brute strength and raw muscle power to pull the ropes with incredible force, completely negating the need for the extra leverage gained by winches. She is so strong, that her only difficulty is being careful not snap the ropes, or to crush them to oblivion between her fingertips.
Pamela wears only a pink bikini top, her huge, rippling muscles startlingly obvious in the harsh sunlight. They flex sensually as she pulls with over 3 tonnes of force against the wind tugging at the jib. She shows no sign of any difficulty as she easily overpowers the strong winds, and drags the vast sail into position one handed. The serpentine muscles on her strong arms pulsate with raw strength as she casually exerts herself. Of course, she doesn't find it difficult; because she has infinite muscle-power, so there is no feat of strength that strains her magnificent body even slightly. Her breasts are enormous, larger than beachballs. They are unlike any 'normal' woman's boobs, in that they are far, far more pert. They are like a shelf; you could rest a jug of water on one of them (yes, they are that large!), and she wouldn't spill a drop. They are like rocks, but far harder than mere granite, and covered in a tight layer of warm, soft, silky-smooth skin. Because of their pertness, they float in front of her shapely physique like two globes, completely unaffected by gravity. Viewed from the side, they easily double her width, such is their sheer size. Needless to say, Miss Eleniak has to get her clothes specially made to accomodate the vastness of her sensational chest. Her nipples are so large and erect that they are blindingly obvious, even though they are covered by her tight bikini top. There are two sharp bulges in the taught fabric where her nipples poke forwards. They are over an inch long, and about half as wide, and far, far harder than mere steel. Her areolae are about 4 inches in diameter, both perfect circles and evenly coloured. Her stomach is packed with muscles, her six-pack clearly defined even when it is relaxed. Her abs are like living steel, rock-hard to the touch. Her tough, toned, but above all, muscular buttocks are like two steel balls clenched tightly together, capable of making metal ooze like treacle without the slightest hint of effort. The bikini bottom is clearly struggling to contain the vast quantities of runny love juices that Action Girl's cunt produces even now that she is relatively relaxed. Small rivers of cum seep out of the edges of the patch of fabric, and dribble down her long, muscular legs. Pamela's thighs are like tree-trunks, only far more powerful. With the merest twitch, she could easily squeese a lump of titanium so firmly that it melted instantly under the incredible pressure. Due to their fantastic size, her calves seem constantly flexed, like two balls of steel. Her feet smoothly connected to her long, elegant legs; the perfect end to a perfect body. However, what really stole the show was Miss Eleniak's face; her deep blues eyes constantly gave you that steamy look that yearned for sex, her pouting red lips that had no need of lipstick, her long brown hair, and her high, defined cheek bones that gave her that powerful but exceptionally feminine sex-kitten look. Her entire body is evenly tanned, and is sweating heavy under the hot midday sun; tiny droplets of glittering liquid slowly running down her generously proportioned physique, shimmering like tiny diamonds. Her body's moistness has the side effect of highlighting her hard curves, as well as drawing attention to the amazing size and fantastic pertness of her gorgeous breasts.
Pamela has noticed that you are so obviously staring at her, and she seems to enjoy it. She curls her left arm, clenching her fist as she does so, making her already massive bicep swell unbelievably. As she pulls her arm further back, it is soon the size of a tennisball. Her tricep has grown too, making her arm seem even more muscular than normal. Eventually, her bicep has inflated larger than a soft ball, and Action Girl can pull her arm back no more, because the sheer size her own swollen muscle obstructs her. Thanks to years of intense bodybuilding, she only managed to pull it back a little further than 90 degrees. The sight of muscular body flexing just for you is enough to make your excited manhood very obvious to Pamela's keen eyes. Glad that you responded so well, rolls her broad, muscular shoulder-blades, stretching her bikini's strap. At the same time, she takes a deep breath, making her enormous bust grow visibly. The bikini's strap snaps under the enormous pressure, and the skimpy top is catapulted over the side of the boat.
Her faultless breasts are revealed to you. They are so perfect, so utterly erotic, that you find them as much of a turn on now as you did when you first saw them. In fact, you probably find them even more exciting, since you've 'experienced' them so much more since then. Their incredible ability to remain constantly erect, feeling almost like thick muscle to the touch, constantly astounds you. They hardly wobble at all as she gracefully strides towards you, probing forwards like two over-inflated balloons. Her teats are like nails, only thicker and much, much tougher. However, despite their strength, they (and indeed Action Girl's entire body, particularly her sexual organs) are incredibly sensitive, and are exceptionally prone to stimulation. Even now, as Pamela blantantly stares at the bulge in your trousers, her nipples seem to be becoming more erect, loosing any give they may have had. Her breasts, too, are swelling enough for the growth to be visibly to the naked eye. In fact, they have already grown enough to put even the largest of beach balls to shame. her cunt is releasing a steady stream of cum, her bikini bottom on the verge of ripping. The spunk dribbles down her muscular thighs and drips onto the deck below, forming a puddle between Miss Eleniak's spread legs.
Seeing your clear interest in her excitement only seems to give pleasure to Pamela, and her last remaining shred of clothing final gives up the ghost with a resounding 'twang!' As the bikini bottom slops to the floor, you strain to get a better very of her exposed cunt. Action Girl makes no attempt to hide it - she is happy to show every crevice of her magnificent body to you. It is warm and hairy, and moist with love juices. You can smell the strong strong scent of her musk from here; it smells fantastic, like nothing on Earth. It smells of honey and flowers; but above all of pure, concentrated sex! Your organ throbs with pleasure at the sights and smells you are now experiencing.
Pamela decides to hold off the inevitable for a bit longer, by performing a bit of foreplay as only she can. In one smooth, continous movement, she runs to the edge of the yacht and dives overboard, slipping into the water with amazing elegance. Her supply body glides through the clear blue waters of the med, her muscular physique easily powering her forward with just the slightest flick of her legs. She does not swim on the surface, her glorious body so efficient that she is capable of going without air for days if necessary. With one powerful flex of her muscley buns, she shoots out the water and lands gracefully on the deck, her body now utterly soaked. Her flowing brown hair sticks to her body, darker than normal due to being recently soaked. As the water runs down her heavy contoured, clearly defined physique, your jaw drops in awe of her unparalleled beauty.
Miss Eleniak turns her naked body towards the mast, and crouches down on her haunches, making her muscular legs even more obvious than usual. She reaches out with one hand and grasps the bottom of the mast. It is a 100 foot long solid steel structure, weighing well over 10 tonnes. Her fingertips grip the base with just a little too much pressure, and the thick steel gives so easily that, to Action Girl, it feels as if there is nothing there. If it wasn't for the loud scrunching noise the metal made as it was crushed beyond repair, she would have surely squeesed the pole to oblivion. Then, she stands erect, still gripping the mast incredibly tightly. At first, the pole stretches, whining loudly as the metal distorts at Pamela's command. Suddenly, there is a violent snap, and the thick metal pole rips in two. Then, one by one, the steel ropes holding the mast in place tear in half, crashing down into the sea. Now, Action Girl is supporting the full weight of the mast at incredibly awkward angle, but still she has absolutely no difficulty whatsoever. In fact, the mast sways less in her capable hands than it when it was clamped down by dozens of steel rivets. Then, she grasps the thick rod further up with her free hand, again casually crushing an imprint into the strong metal. You look on in awe as Miss Eleniak's voluptous, feminine body begins to twist the thick steel pole like play-doe. Soon, she has bent the two-foot thick rod into a loop, but still she continues. In a matter of seconds, she has tied the reinforced steel into a knot, easily mangling the strong metal with her bare hands like it were a piece of string.
Next, Pamela takes the crushed end of the mast and slips it deep into her cunt, making herself squeal with pleasure. Then, with unbelievable ease, she forces the rest of the mast in, metre by metre. She thick steel folds and rips at her command, more and more metal being crushed like putty by the brute strength of her sexual organs alone. Eventually, she has squeesed the entire mast into the relatively small space of her cunt. She turns to face you. She strides forwards and rips off your clothes like their are made of damp paper, allowing your erect dick to spring forwards. Tossing them aside, she stares at your swollen rod, licking her lips. You hear the sound of metal being crushed coming from deep within her cunt, her powerful vaginal muscles clenching unstoppably. Tonnes and tonnes of thick steel is crushed smaller and smaller until it start to melt, heated up by the ridiculous pressure it is being put under. Still, Pamela's vagina applies yet more force. The metal is heated to tens of thousands of centigrade, turning it to a gas. This gas spurts out from her cunt and into the sea, making the ocean boil as it cools rapidly, the metal reforming in the water, and then quickly falling to the sea-bed.
Eventually, Miss Eleniak manages to relax her body enough to let the remaining metal evaporate, and she slowly turns to you. You know that this is it.
"Let's make love," she mouths, her breath warm across your face.
She scoops you up in her more than capable arms, and carries you to the front of the boat. You feel her large, hard bicep digging into your back, easily supporting your full bodyweight like it were nothing. When she has reached the front of the yacht, she deposits you on the ground, and lays down on her back, her legs spread wide. You look down on her as you offers her body to you. Her gorgeous breasts don't 'pancake' as a normal woman's would, especially if they were anything like that size. You examine the muscles that could crush you in an instant; even her cunt that can exert enough force to turn steel into a gas without the slightest hint of effort. The gentlest twitch of her powerful thighs would snap your back like a twig. This woman totally dwarfs you in strength, capable of overpowering you with absolutely no effort, yet you do not feel in the least bit worried. You trust her utterly. You know that she will control herself completely when it comes to shagging you. You lower yourself on top of her, slipping your penis deep inside her warm cunt.
Her body shivers with ecstacy as she feels your penis parting her vagina's tight lips, her hands clenching to a fist, her fingertips gouging rips in the deck. She shrieks with pleasure as she feels your dick brushing against her incredibly sensitive cliterous, throwing her arms back compulsively. You slide your body back, rubbing your rod over Action Girl's wet clit, making all the muscles in her body stretch compulsively. Her legs violently snap completely straight, smashing through the deck like matchsticks, into the cabin below, and out through the side of the boat again, ripping holes in thick steel like it were paper. Her buttocks clench, smashing a hole in the deck like it weren't even there. Her back arches, lifting her swollen chest from the ground, and lifting your with it. Pamela's fingers stretch, her right hand tearing through some safety railings like they weren't even there. The metal oozed like treacle as her fingertips easily applied billions of times more force than the thick steel could withstand. Her left hand's little finger accidently lifted the 500kg anchor that was stored at the front the boat.
You ram your dick deep inside Miss Eleniak again, driving her wild with unparalleled levels of pure ecstacy. Her body shivers with pleasure as her fingers slowly tighten around the anchor, twisting the iron like play-doe, crushing it with such uncontrolled strength that it is ripped in two in a matter of milliseconds. As you slide your penis back across her cliterous, Action Girl squeeses the two halves together with all her might, crushing the thick steel so tightly that it evaporates instantly.
Pamela squeals with pleasure, and deliberately rolls off the side of the boat, taking you with her. Feeling totally safe in her arms, you continue to drive your dick in and out of her body as you both float in the ocean. She holds you in her arms, thrusting upwards powerfully with her muscular legs, keeping you both afloat easily. Still shivering with excitement, she glides over to the boat. You begin to rub your hands up and down her slippery body, feeling how silky smooth her skin feels, the softness of her flesh in contrast to the hardness of her underlying muscles, which you can clearly feel rippling with pleasure beneath your fingertips. You pull yourself against her body, presing your face against one of her gigantic tits, chewing hard on its erect teat.
Thrilled by the sensation of your dick in her cunt and your teeth on her nipples, Action Girl throws her arms back and grips the yacht tightly, her fingers ripping the steel plates easily. You can both feel climax approaching. Miss Eleniak shakes violently, her movements becoming juddery, and you struggle to hold off your orgasm for a moment longer. Pamela's muscles tense impressively as she casually lifts the boat the water, supporting its full weight effortlessly. Looking at her voluptous, muscular body glistening sensually in front of you, easily lifting the 30 tonne yacht from the water, you splatter her insides with spunk. Pamela feels her orgasm welling up inside her, and the boat begins to creak as her hands move compulsively together with unimaginable strength. She knows whats coming, so she slides your dick from within vagina, the sensation of your penis slipping from her lips enough to push her over the edge. Her body shakes violently, the boat bending like metal foil. The thick steel rips and twists, being mangled like moist putty. The wooden deck splinters like it is paper-thin, exploding in a shower of wood. The windows shatter violently, glass fragments flying everywhere. The steel hull is soon smeared between Miss Eleniak's muscle-packed arms, oozing like syrup. Her cunt begins to release a thick jet of pure cum. You can clearly see the milky juice billowing out under the water. Soon, all the water around you is thick, warm and milky. Eventually, all that is left of the boat is some driftwood and a fist-sized ball of metal held inside one of Action Girl's hands, hot from the fantastic pressure it has been subjected to. She reaches down and slips the ball of metal into her cunt, and tenses her vaginal muscles once more. They instantly vaporise the solid steel ball, exerting billions of tonnes of pressure in the smallest fraction of a second.
Slowly but surely, Pamela's mammoth orgasm comes to an end. She holds you in her powerful arms, pressing your naked bodies together, and swims to shore. When she emerges from the sea, her erotic, dripping wet body causes something of a stir amongst the inhabitants of the island; but it's only you that Pamela Eleniak is interested in!