Wrestling Her She-Demons 5

Ever since Kara and Cassie’s nonsense, Lois had known she’d need to be ready to beat off even tougher females than them, if they came after Clark. She ate spinach for every meal. She worked out obsessively. The endresult was more like a statue come to life than a breathing woman. Every inch of Lois was corded with muscle. She was riven with sheer power, her biceps like boulders, her thighs as thick as tree trunks, her jaw a solid mass of muscle. Her shoulders had broadened and thickened, making her torso an upside-down triangle leading to her narrow hips. She looked hewn from wood, all of her run through with the bulging veins that fed her mighty musculature.

But as sculpted as her physique was, it was more than matched by Karen’s, and the Kryptonian eagerly jumped to her feet to face Lois down.

“Oh no you don’t! I’m too damn horny to let you have him, just because you saw him first!”

“Ladies, ladies, please!” Clark protested, not that they paid him any mind.

“I’ll chew you up and spit you out!” Lois threatened.

“I’ll fuck you up, then I’ll fuck your husband!”

They moved toward each other, only for Clark to jump between them.

“Girls, stop!” he demanded. “You’ll bring down the whole building if you get into a wrestling match? Can’t we handle this in a more… civilized manner?”

Lois noticed that he wasn’t simply telling Karen to hit the road. It wasn’t that she thought Karen would listen, the crazy slut—but it’d be nice to at least hear him give it a try!

“Arm wrestling match!” she snapped, narrowing her eyes. “Out on the balcony. Winner gets Clark, loser gets to shut the fuck up.”

“Fine by me!”

Karen didn’t bother to get dressed before going out on the balcony, which even further irked Lois. They sat at a stone patio table with an inlaid chessboard pattern, not that they were going to do anything as cerebral as a board game. Instead, Karen planted her elbow in the tabletop and waited for Lois to grip her outstretched hand.

Lois sat down across from her and slapped her palm into Karen’s. Immediately they began straining against each other. Their elbows dug into the table, cracks radiating out from the pressure they put on it. Sweat broke out over both their features, gales of it washing over both girls’ bulging muscles. They were seemingly motionless except for the vibrating tension that showed the intensity of their struggle. Each was a straining engine, a chugging locomotive, powering forward as hard as it could simply to stay where it already was.

The sweat dripped off them. It stung their eyes, but despite their blinking, their gazes stayed locked together. Faces reddened. Hair dampened, sticking darkly to their sweat-ridden features. Attempts to toss it out of their eyes only made it more unruly. Karen was at an advantage with her chic pageboy haircut, but the way she huffed and puffed, her cheeks drawing in and then billowing out, perhaps made her wish she had more to cover up the exertion on her face.

Lois growled. Karen growled right back through her own gritted teeth. The sheer force put into their contest was incredible. Even though they were seemingly perfectly matched to cancel each other out, an excess of energy radiated away from their struggle. The building itself creaked and shifted, vibrations in the air chiseling out weakened areas of the superstructure so that dribbles of plaster rained throughout the building. Wallpaper curled. Floorboards groaned. Tiles shook. A few old pipes gave and showered water on anyone in the vicinity. The apartment building quickly emptied out, with someone pulling a fire alarm to add to the cacophony. It hid the noise of Lois and Karen grinding their teeth together.

Then the windows began to shatter. Bursting like cherry bombs with the fuses blown down. Shards of glass simply jumped out of their frames to scatter inside and outside the building. Clark felt like running to warn someone about the cataclysm, or maybe apologize, but there was no taking his eyes off this titanic conflict. It was like finally seeing an unstoppable force paired off with an immovable object. Veins stood out on either woman’s struggling arm. Their muscles swelled like explosions in slow-motion. The fabric of Lois’s sleeve split at the bicep, then continued to tear itself open, rent to shreds by the awesome power it’d been tailored to contain.

Finally their locked fists began to quiver. The white knuckles shifted back and forth, each woman’s strength ebbing before she rallied and redoubled her effort. The shocking friction of their exertion became heat lightning, crackling away from their joined hands to blast their surroundings. Scorch marks soon encircled them. More bolts of fidgeting electricity demolished Lois’s clothes, but were unable to affect her superstrong body. They still fried the sweat she was awash in, sending wisps of steam coursing into the air. Karen suffered the same fate, her expression contorting and wincing even more at the painful strikes, but she didn’t relent.

Slowly the momentum went to Lois. She pushed Karen’s fist down an inch. Then another inch. Their coupled fists inexorably rolled to the side, Lois’s hand on top, Karen’s about to be pinned down.

Karen reapplied herself. She literally roared with effort as she fought her way back to the twelve o’clock position on the clock… even got to eleven o’clock, with a shrill laugh bursting out of her when she saw that she was winning. But Lois refused to give in. She wrestled her way back to twelve, then one, two… Karen’s face openly quailed at her change in fortune. Tears moistened her eyes to match the mask of sweat she wore. She clenched her teeth, bit her lip, but even though she dug her teeth in hard enough to draw blood, there was no reversing the progress she was making. Karen could only watch as Lois pushed her fist down, down, down—

“Please don’t do this, Lois!” she begged, her knuckles within a hairsbreadth of hitting the fractured stone that would spell defeat for her. “Please don’t beat me… let’s call it a draw, please, I’ll do anything—I can’t let people say I lost to some housewife, please Lois, please!”

“Anything?” Lois prodded, delighting in being able to hold Karen’s hand within inches of losing, with Karen not able to do anything about it despite all her struggling.

“Anything, I swear, anything!”

Lois let her hand up a few degrees. “You seem to like the idea of putting on a show for my husband. I want you to help me put on a show for him. Get on your knees and eat me out, right in front of Clark. Make me nice and wet before he plows me.”

Karen’s face fell. “Are you kidding me? I’m not a lesbian!”

“So? You like getting your pussy eaten, don’t you? Just do to me what you’d like some nice boy to do to you. Or…” And Lois forced Karen’s hand almost to the brink—

“Alright, alright, fine!”

“Great!”  Lois eased off on Karen, slowly letting up the pressure until she slipped her hand away from the superheroine’s. She wouldn’t let Karen cheat and overwhelm her at the last moment. But from the way Karen was shaking her shriveled hand, there was no way she wanted a second more of their dispute.

Lois stood up, legs akimbo. Her clothing was in tatters, her panties just a patchy waistband and a few jumbled threads running between her legs.

“Get to work, Power Girl. At least one of this should enjoy a big hard cock, don’t ya think?” She reached out to lift and fondle Karen’s famous breasts, softly fingering the fat nipples. “Such big tits. A girl doesn’t even need to be a lesbian to wonder what tits like these feel like.”

“Believe me, you’re better off with muscles,” Karen spat sourly. “Big tits like these can get in the way. Sure, they attract men. But you’re the one who’s landed a boyfriend, not me. He wants to fuck you bad, Lois. I’m not too bitchy to admit it.”

“I’m sure you would’ve rocked his world,” Lois allowed, feeling a little nicer about things with Karen conceding so graciously. And it was hard to be mad when she had her hands on such nice round tits. “Open your legs. Let me show how he’d touch you.”

Karen obligingly parted her legs. She was a little embarrassed, it was obvious, but the red in her cheeks was the kind that clearly tingled sweetly.

“Is your clit getting bigger? Ohh, it’s so nice and slippery and hot. Bet it’d taste good to suck on. I don’t think you even have to lick me—I’m getting wet enough doing this…”

Karen pulled in a deep breath. “Okay, okay, do what you want—just, please, do it already!”

Lois knelt before her, grinning at the irony. She had all the power; she would go down on Karen because she wanted to. And what she wanted to do was all that mattered.

She bent over the tuft of golden hair that marked Karen’s sex, her hands still up at Karen’s cleavage, molding and squeezing the big tits like they were blocks of clay. They were as superhumanly resilient as Superman’s flesh, but Karen cried out in mingled pain and pleasure—Lois had the muscles to make her groping really hurt, and she did. Not to get back at Karen… she’d made her point… but because she knew Power Girl so rarely met someone who could properly caress her. The tip of her tongue tickled Karen’s clit… until it didn’t anymore.

“I think that’s enough foreplay… for both of you,” Lois smirked, leaving Karen trembling to walk up to Clark and the huge bulge he sported in his pants. “Now how about you convince me to stick with men, Smallville?”