SHE 
By Elder Barry erctwo@aol.com
Her size belied her might


S H E

Her size belied her might

Superman had been flying over Gotham, patrolling the city he had sworn to
protect when he was beeped by Lois which meant she wanted home right away. A
happy wife is a happy life so the Man of Steel immediately changed course and
headed directly home where he had a surprise awaiting him.

He heard sounds coming from their bedroom, concerned he rushed in and was
shocked to see his wife in bed with another. Lois sheepishly peeked out from
under the covers managing to look guilty, embarrassed, and satisfied all at
the same time.

Superman was conflicted; in a quandary. Should he physically punish the guy,
chastise him verbally, or simply show the jerk to the door. Being universally
recognized as the strongest most powerful being on the planet precluded him
from inflicting pain on another, taking revenge on another person for personal
reasons was an anathema and not in keeping with his Kryptonian values.

Superman realized that he and Lois had a problem that needed to be addressed.
What could have possessed her to cheat on him. Maybe he was being na�ve but
he had assumed that everything about their marriage had been going well.

His sexual prowess was unmatched, of that he had no doubt and yet now, he
Superman, was being cockled.

An embarrassed Lois Lane pulled the bed sheets up over her head like an
ostrich burying its head in the sand refusing, at least for the moment, to
explain an indiscretion that needed to be explained.

Lois's 'lover' emerged from beneath the linens with Lois's cell phone in hand.
Allowing the sheets to drop to the floor exposing the most amazing body
Superman had ever seen or had even imagined possible. The puritanical
Kryptonian wasn't ready to forgive his wife for her dalliance but after seeing
the mesmerizing five-foot-two-inch naked figure standing in front of him he
understood that Lois had likely been overwhelmed by the girl's irresistible
sexuality.

At least for the moment Superman felt a little less emasculated. His wife
hadn't cheated on him with another man but rather she had simply
'experimented' with another woman which was in no way a reflection on him.

Superman rationalized to himself that since most women were at some point in
their lives bi-curious it was completely understandable for Lois to test those
waters. Accordingly, Superman managed to convince himself that this incident
was a somewhat normal occurrence in a women's life.

Peering at him over her supple shoulder SHE flashed a come-hither look that
made Superman want to come hither. SHE was proudly flaunting her perfect body
unabashedly seducing the Man of Steel who, while weak in the knees, was at
moment living up to the name that had been bestowed upon him by the people of
Earth ... The Man of Steel.

SHE posed in front of Superman mocking his iconic power stance; legs spread
akimbo, hands on hips, with chest puffed out ... and oh what a chest.

Despite the girl's slight stature, she was incongruously able to easily
support her generous gravity defying 32" D-cup breasts which on her appeared
to be much larger. SHE flexed her prominent pictorial muscles allowing her
boobs to jump and dance.

Her half-dollar sized pinkish areolas encircled her impossibly erect nipples,
nipples that seemed to be beckoning to him, inviting him to come closer.

Even while standing in place her inviting womanly hips swayed seductively. The
large Kryptonian male could feel his entire body warming and tingling with
what could only be described as super-lust.

When Superman gazed down at her, SHE locked her eyes with his holding the man
transfixed; paralyzed with anticipation. Her extraordinarily beautiful
mismatched eyes mesmerized the Man of Steel; the color of one of those bluer
than blue eyes was reminiscent of the most vivid colors found in the Caribbean
Sea while the other was a translucent violet color, found nowhere else on
Earth, with green specs orbiting her pupils.

SHE tossed her mid-night black hair to and fro shaking out her curly yet
somehow longish wavy hair that cascaded down to and then past her shoulders
perfectly framing her exquisite facial features.

Her confident - I'm better than you - dazzling smile revealed whiter than
white almost perfectly aligned teeth except for a slight malocclusion
(over-bite) that only served to enhance her sex appeal.

Her natural unadorned syrup-sweet pouty lips screamed kiss-me. Her classic
high cheek bones were peppered with the sexiest dimples imaginable and her
tightly taut blemish-free well-tanned skin completed an extraordinary package
of female perfection.

"Who the hell are you?" Superman finally managed to emerge from his stupor.
"What are you doing with my wife?"

"I am SHE." The little minx licked her lips before asking a question of her
own. "Do you really want me to answer your second question?" She laughed.

"No." He did ... but he didn't. "What are your intentions?" He definitely
folded his arms across his chest.

"Oh ... My intentions were simple enough ... I wanted to tempt, beguile, and
ravage your lovely wife." SHE arrogantly cupped her breast and sensually
licked and sucked on her own nipple shuddering with unabashed delight as she
did so.

"Mission accomplished; wouldn't you say?"

Superman remained silent but with his super hearing he could sense and hear
Lois audibly moaning under the covers.

SHE stepped closer to the Man of Steel smiled broadly as she shyly lowered her
gaze to his crotch fanning the air with her long eye lashes. SHE tilted her
head exposing the opposite side of her supple inviting neck. SHE brushed her
lustrous hair from her eyes revealing a surprisingly large bicep that seemed
to be attempting to break free from the taut skin of her upper arm.

SHE noticed Superman noticing her noticing him noticing her pulsating muscle
and immediately effected a spectacular double-bicep pose that accentuated
every muscle-group in her incomparable female body; a body that would win any
body-building or fitness contest she chose to enter.

While still maintaining her rock-hard double-bicep pose, SHE, in order to
better display her tight overly muscled thighs and her muscular diamond shaped
calves performed a dozen rapid-fire leg squats concluding with an impressive
front flip landing herself perilously close to a stupefied Superman.

SHE moved her upper body even closer to him. Displaying lighting fast
reflexes, SHE cradled his face with her hands and began to gently, almost
loving, caress his face with her fingers; massaging his neck and shoulders
before moving her mouth to his quivering lips,

SHE nibbled on his lips gently biting his upper and lower maws before forcing
her tongue deep into his mouth. The open mouth kiss excited Superman who, even
had he wanted to, was powerless to resist her sensuous and flirtation
behavior.

SHE wrapped her power-packed arms around him and hugged him tightly pulling
him towards her; his chin rested comfortable on the top of her head. SHE
continued to suck on his togue as she twirled her own tongue around his mouth
until she felt his knees begin to buckle beneath him.

"My God!" SHE had grabbed his crotch feeling his rock-hard fifteen-inch
Kryptonian cock in her hand. "You like me ... You really really like me." SHE
was lovingly fondling his nut-sack until she wasn't.

"Oh. No. Please stop." Superman was almost crying from the pain; pain he had
never experienced before. It was becoming clear that Superman without his
cloak of invulnerability was nothing more than a pathetic sniveling wimp.

SHE had sadistically squeezed his manhood pleased by how easily she had
managed to inflict pain on the man who was supposedly impervious to pain.
Buoyed by the sense of power her actions had engendered SHE unleashed a
powerful right hand to his kidney virtually paralyzing the of Man of Steel
where he stood.

SHE was thrilled and somewhat surprised by unquestioned dominance so SHE
continued to pepper his body with rapid fire devasting right and left-handed
body blows each seemingly more powerful and hurtful than the one before.

Inexplicably, Superman was reduced to a virtual punching bag unable to react.
SHE was much too fast and much too powerful for him and he was unable to fight
back or even mount any kind of a defense.

With each body blow SHE could feel the Kryptonian creep's body softening and
weakening. SHE wouldn't allow him to fall until she had fired several stinging
jabs to his nose marveling at the purple-colored blood spurting from his
prominent proboscis.

Finally, SHE rocketed a devasting upper cut to his strong jaw lifting the
240-pound man several feet off the ground hurtling him head-over-heels over
his king-sized bed to the opposite side of the room.

SHE climbed over the bed, kissed a nonresponsive nearly comatose Lois Lane on
her lips, before confronting the writhing Superman once again.

Superman curled his body in the fetal position essentially surrendering
himself to the tiny but powerful little lady. Superman fully understood how
helpless he was. His mind couldn't comprehend what had happened to him, what
was happening to him, and what he deathly feared was about to happen to him.

Laughing uncontrollably, SHE straddled his prone body, placed her foot on his
chest, stood over him, flexing her sexy biceps, exalting in her clear
dominance. Just for fun SHE lifted the helpless Superman over her head and
held him there as she executed a number of one-handed power lifts treating him
like the dumb-bell he had proven himself to be.

SHE placed the trembling whimpering man on the bed alongside his wife. SHE
positioned them in a manner suggesting that the naked couple was engaging in
the sexual position universally known as sixty-nine.

SHE contacted a nearby paparazzi cameraman inviting him to shoot a private
moment between Superman and Lois Lane ... She would leave the door open for
him.

A completely sated and satisfied SHE was formulating plans for her next
conquests. SHE was learning that besting, overpowering, and humiliating the
so-called Superheroes of Earth was hell-a-fun but less than challenging for
her.

The space traveling reporter and intergalactic blogger would require far more
interesting encounters to write about. Her many galaxy-wide fans and
subscribers would not only expect more from her they would demand it.

SHE hoped that her next earthly target would be a bit more formidable and
stimulating ... but who should it be?

SHE had a list of well-known 'superheroes' from which to choose: superheroes
she knew nothing about ... Batman, Spiderman, Captain America, Wonder Woman,
Superwoman, Catwoman ... all of them were nothing but names to her.

To be continued ... maybe

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SHE ... by the Elder Barry ...1,800 words