Lisa



Strong, sexy, witty ... and lethal. Lisa was the ultimate fuck!





The heavily built Mary was gasping with effort and going red in the face 

but she couldn't move the redhead's arm an inch. A full minute passed, 

the slight smile never left the redhead's beautiful face and the only 

sign of strain was the tip of a little pink tongue peeking between her 

lips. 

	Mary began to wilt and as she felt the big blonde's strength begin 

to fade, Lisa made her move. I saw the sleeve of her jacket suddenly 

tighten as her bicep swelled against the soft leather and then Mary's arm 

was going down slowly and inexorably, despite her every effort to stop 

it.

	Her hand hit the bar counter and she stared at Lisa with an 

expression of disbelief. Lisa released her grip and picked up her drink. 

"God, you are some strong lady!" gasped Mary, in open admiration of the 

redhead's power. "I guess I had a position advantage" said Lisa modestly, 

and as she said it her eyes flicked across to meet mine with an 

expression which said "You enjoyed that, didn't you?" And I knew that the 

advantage of position had been with Mary.

	I had gone to Annie's Bar, not far from the seafront in a south  

coast town, to have a drink with Reg, a local journalist colleague - and 

had walked straight into the armwrestling battle taking place at one end 

of the counter. Mary was a girl I knew from previous visits - a 26 year 

old bi-sexual Irish girl who listed among her interests training horses 

and working on a building site  - a woman of considerable weight and 

muscle.

	Lisa was new to me, a gorgeous redhead in her mid-thirties, though 

Reg obviously knew her because when I quietly asked about her he said: 

"She's mad - keep clear if I were you!" But then Reg was far more 

interested in good beer and good conversation than females of any kind.

	But how could I keep clear of one of the most attractive women I'd 

ever seen - projecting sheer sexuality in every movement of her 

voluptuous body and obviously of way above average muscular power? 

	The problem was how to get to know her better - a problem solved a 

little later when Lisa asked  Annie if she could ring for a taxi to take 

her home. Without even considering how far it was I immediately offered 

her a lift, which she accepted with a warm smile. As I left I heard Reg 

mutter "Don't say I didn't warn you", but if Lisa heard she gave no sign.

	By the time we reached her house, just a few minutes drive, the 

sight of Lisa's long, powerful legs stretched out sinuously beside me had 

given me an erection which threatened to burst my trousers. I was 

somewhat embarrassed that she might see it, but I need not have worried 

about ever embarrassing Lisa. 

	As we stopped she turned in her seat, looked down at my bulging 

pants, placed the flat of her hand on my crotch and ran it slowly along 

my erection. Then she said in an interested tone of voice: "He's nice, 

have you got a name for him?. I could only stutter "N ..no, I haven't" 

and she said "Ah, in that case I'll call him Oscar, because I've got a 

little dog called Oscar and he can't control his sexual urges either!"

	I think that was the moment that I realised what an incredible 

woman she was - strong, beautiful, erotic and possessing a wicked sense 

of sexy humour. For a moment we sat giggling like two schoolgirls, and 

then she said briskly: "Well, are you going to come in and fuck me?", 

leaving me speechless at her no nonsense attitude. 

	As we went in I discovered what she meant. Oscar, a dachshund, came 

hurtling down the hall and clamped himself to my left leg, but before I 

could take action Lisa shot out a shapely foot, lifted the animal clean 

off my leg and deposited him in a yelping heap two yards down the 

hallway. "No, Oscar, he's mine, not yours!" she hissed in mock annoyance.

	We went into the sitting room, an elegant room with fine furniture 

and some superb original oil paintings. She handed me a bottle of 

Rooderberg South African red wine and an old-fashioned antique corkscrew 

and went to find some glasses. When she returned I was struggling with 

the cork and before I could protest she had taken the bottle from me and 

drawn the cork with a single flex of her shoulders. I stared at her in 

admiration and she smiled sexily and said softly "When you've got it, 

flaunt it".

	We sat talking for a few minutes, during which time she told me she 

was a widow and that her husband, a doctor, had died of a heart attack 

five years before. But she was oddly reticent about her previous life and 

quickly changed the subject to other things. Suddenly she stood up, 

picked up the bottle and her glass and said "Come on, time to get your 

trousers off. My clit is called Cleo ... and Cleo wants to get to know 

Oscar!"

	The bedroom was huge, with an original 18th century four poster bed 

at least six feet wide, and an en-suite dressing room and bathroom. She 

disappeared into the bathroom, to reappear a minute later wearing nothing 

but a G-string and carrying a small towel. 

	Her body was magnificent, not bulging like a bodybuilder but wide-

shouldered and rippling with the silky muscles of a gymnast. Her breasts 

were smallish but superbly shaped, with magnificent tan aureoles behind 

erect, deep pink nipples.

	I had stripped off and was sitting on the edge of the bed and the 

sight of Lisa put the final touches to an erection that had not subsided 

since we had left the car. And then she did something so erotic, yet 

humorous, that I will remember it all my life. She went down on her 

knees, spread the towel across my lap to protect the carpet, took the 

bottle of red wine and poured a liberal helping onto my penis. Then she 

began to carefully lick every drop of it off!

	Well, I could only sit there and enjoy her attentions and the feel 

of her back and shoulder muscles playing like silken steel under my 

fingers.  As she finished I managed to gasp "What does it taste like?", 

and she looked up at me with that devastating grin and replied, "Cock au 

vin?". 

	In bed she couldn't wait to get me inside her - foreplay was 

obviously not in her vocabulary - but I was determined to take some 

control and see just how strong she was. I rolled her onto her back, 

locked fingers and pinned her hands to the bed. Stretched out on top of 

her with her long legs coiled round mine I could feel her pubes rippling 

against me as she tried to draw me into her, but I managed to stay out of 

her and now it was my turn to do a little flaunting.

	I laughed down at her and teased, "What's the matter, can't you 

take me?" Her eyes flashed and she drew a deep breath, then with a sudden 

flex of her superb shoulders she began to force my arms upwards and back. 

I tried to stop her but I couldn't match her muscles. In a stunning 

display of raw physical strength she forced my arms behind my back and as 

I fell forward, my head beside hers, still straining helplessly against 

her grip, she whispered gently in my ear "You were saying, darling?"

	And then she took me into her, her vaginal muscles caressing and 

squeezing with silky power, her long strong legs locked like steel cables 

around my thighs, her magnificent arm and shoulder muscles all the time 

pinning my arms behind me despite my exerting every ounce of strength to 

break free. And then, just to confirm her muscular domination, she slowly 

forced my wrists down the small of my back and with unbelievably strong 

hands took hold of my left forefinger and pushed it into my ass! 

	I exploded inside her and she came with me, lifting me clean off 

the bed as her body arched upward. And then she suddenly totally released 

me, flung her limbs wide and laughed. "Game, set and asshole I think, 

Nicky!" 

	After this first mindblowing encounter I began to see her almost 

every day, sometimes just for what she called "a quickie" -  taking her 

just about anywhere in the house, across the kitchen table, on the floor, 

on the couch or even, once, on the loo!  When we went out she was always 

on the lookout for "somewhere new" - in a forest, out at sea when we were 

swimming in full view of a hundred people and even when we were crushed 

together in a crowd at a horse show! 

	And always there was that delightful strand of humour, like when 

she asked me to come round and replace a leaking ball valve in a cistern. 

As I came out of the loo I found her standing in nothing but a T-shirt at 

the bottom of the stairs. She smiled coyly and asked in a Mae West voice 

if I'd like to "come up and see her". As I followed her up the stairs I 

joked, "Do you reward all your plumbers like this?". She looked over her 

shoulder with that wicked grin and replied "Only if they've brought the 

right sized cock with them!"

	She enjoyed showing off her power in little trials of strength and 

I enjoyed testing her to the limit - usually my limit, not hers! Though 

she was a couple of inches shorter than me, she had longer legs, so 

"coupling"  whilst standing up was quite comfortable. We'd stand locked 

in intercourse face to face, my arms round her waist, her hands on my 

butt. She'd maliciously begin to pinch my ass with those steel-strong 

fingers and I'd take hold of her wrists and try to drag her hands away. 

When I was exerting every ounce of my strength I'd suddenly feel her 

start to give way and she'd  gasp and say "Oh, Nick, you're so strong!". 

I'd get her arms almost to the front and she'd suddenly stop me dead, 

gaze mockingly into my eyes and then, with her arm and shoulder muscles 

standing out like steel cables, steadily power her hands back onto my 

butt, saying  "But you see darling, I'm stronger!". Then she'd just hold 

me writhing helplessly while her vaginal muscles brought me off.

	We spent many nights together, wrestling in the big bed and 

sometimes I pinned her in a hold, though I'm sure she was letting me win, 

I could never quite tell. My male pride was rescued somewhat by my 

finding that in leg strength I had a slight advantage, and though I was 

finished if she got a scissors round me, sometimes when she tried this I 

was able to lock my legs inside hers and force her apart. She would fight 

me every inch of the way, the muscles of her magnificent legs rippling 

and flexing as she struggled, little gasping whimpering noises coming 

from her as I slowly overpowered her. When I'd got her legs locked apart 

she'd bury her face in my neck and whisper "Oh, Nick, fuck me you 

bastard". It was the only time she was ever submissive. 

	But against her arms and shoulders I stood no chance at all; her 

biceps, though not huge, were rock hard, and her back muscles and 

forearms a symphony of sleek, rippling power. Her wrist and hand strength 

was phenomenal, her fingers had a grip like an electric vice and she 

could make me give in just by closing her hand round mine and squeezing 

until I submitted.

	I asked her how she was so strong, considering she'd never "worked 

out". "Just genetics, I think" she replied, "my father was an Olympic 

boxing champion and my mother a gymnast. I was a gymnast at college and 

when I went to university I took up rowing - I only gave it up a couple 

of years ago".

		I was not allowed to contact her at weekends - she had, she 

explained, a "friend" - Geoff - who worked in London during the week as a 

Harley Streeet gynacologist and came down to his flat on the seafront on 

a Friday night. She said that she did his secretarial work and accounts 

for him and in return he looked after her vagina and her coil. "I check 

his figures, he checks my fanny" was how she put it. This intrigued me, 

but she discouraged questions.

	And then one day, some three months after our first meeting, my 

office phone rang. "Hello", said a quiet, cultured voice, "This is Geoff, 

Lisa's friend - I think it's time we had a talk".

	Geoff was a slim, tallish man in his forties and when I arrived at 

his flat he greeted me surprisingly warmly and offered me a glass of 

wine. "Let's clear the air straight away" he said, with no preamble. "I'm 

delighted you are seeing Lisa during the week." I stared, wondering if he 

was winding me up, but he continued, "from what I hear you're clean, 

straightforward and just what she needs. I dread her getting into a 

relationship with someone 'unsuitable'. I expect she's told you I'm a 

gynacologist?" I nodded, and Geoff went on.

	 "Only partly true, I'm principally a psychiatrist - I was a friend 

of her husband's and I've been keeping an eye on her ever since his 

death. Oh, yes, I do spend the occasional night in bed with her, but our 

relationship is much more that of doctor and patient. 

	Geoff grinned. "As you have no doubt found out, Lisa is the 

ultimate fuck, with the muscles of a puma. And she's pretty catholic in 

her tastes.

	What do you mean?" I asked, puzzled.

	"Well, one weekend I offered the use of my flat to a couple of 

patients of mine - Lesbian women trying to sort out their feelings for 

each another. I thought a weekend together on the coast would help - and 

I'd be in the next room if I was needed, and Lisa would probably be there 

with some down-to-earth advice!

	"Well, I gave them a key and they were safely at the flat and 

having a bit of a fumble on the couch, when Lisa walked in. Far from 

being embarrassed she indicated she'd like to join in, but after a while 

it seems that the younger of the two women, Julie, began to show too much 

interest in Lisa and the other, Karen, got annoyed and threatened to 

'sort Lisa out'.

	"Now Karen's a big butch girl, at least 6 feet tall and does 

bodybuilding and weightlifting. She went to push Lisa and they both ended 

up on the floor where, to Julie's utter astonishment, Lisa proceeded to 

demolish Karen, finally pinning her flat on her back, straddling her face 

and refusing to let go until Karen had "licked pussy", as Lisa delicately 

put it. Anyway, after she'd totally humiliated Karen, Lisa was all 

solicitude, helped her onto the couch, brought her a drink and said 

'Great fight, honey, we must do it again sometime'. 

	"When I got home a little later all three of them were in bed 

together, with two vibrators and an empty wine bottle. By the noises 

coming through the door they were having a great time - I didn't 

interfere and got on with cooking supper! 

	"So, you see, she's a very remarkable woman - but there's something 

more important you should know. What did she tell you about her husband?"

	"Only that he died of a heart attack".

	"Technically true, but not the whole story. He died during sexual 

intercourse - and Lisa killed him". I gaped, and Geoff continued.

	"Putting it crudely, she fucked him to death. And that's why I 

wanted to talk to you because, you see, every now and again, just prior 

to one of her periods, it seems her metabolism goes apeshit and if she 

happens to be in bed with an unfortunate male .. then, well, she just 

goes into a kind of 'fit' and fucks him with superhuman strength - and 

with her strength that can be fatal! 	"It's a kind of super-PMT ... 

and it can strike at any time. When her husband died she rang me in tears 

- she didn't know what she had done, and I've never told her, or anyone 

before you. He was bruised all over and his genitals .. well, I'll leave 

the description out, but they were not a pretty sight! It nearly happened 

with me once but having seen it before I was prepared and managed to jab 

her with a hypo of narcotic that I kept beside the bed. When she woke up 

she was safely tucked up and I told her she'd had a bad dream.

	"So, Nick, if you want to carry on seeing her, good luck - but 

watch out for yourself".

	I drove home in a daze and it was fully an hour later, sitting 

watching the late news, that it hit me with a shock of realisation. How 

could I have been so gullible?! Fucked her husband to death? Bullshit! 

Dangerous to make love to? Codswallop! Suddenly it became clear what 

Geoff's game was; any macho guy annoyed at me stepping on his patch would 

have given me a black eye or worse, but Geoff was an intellectual. This 

was his fiendishly clever way of scaring me off! But I didn't feel bad 

towards him, with Lisa as the prize I'd have done what I thought 

necessary to get rid of any competition, too!

	The weeks went by in a pleasant, if exhausting, haze of wine 

drinking, laughing and screwing - though Lisa hated that term, much 

preferring to "fuck".  She was every man's ideal lover - demanding, yet 

solicitous, always complimentary, making you feel that you were the best 

she'd ever had. She nearly always orgasmed and when she thought she might 

not, she quietly masturbated herself, sliding her finger in alongside my 

member - I found it remarkably pleasant when she did this! With such a 

huge bed we quite often fell asleep in a right angle shape, with just our 

legs entwined and our heads several feet apart. Sometimes, in the early 

hours of the morning, I would wake up to find she, also still apparently 

asleep, had slid her sleek, muscular legs around me and drawn me into 

her. I would awake from an erotic dream with a massive erection to find 

it wasn't a dream after all!

	One late autumn afternoon, after a very energetic bout of sexual 

wrestling in which she'd pinned me helpless and then ridden me like a 

Valkyrie, I woke up on my back after a short sleep to find Lisa facing me 

on her side, supporting herself on her right elbow and running her 

fingers lightly across my penis, which had all the response of a wet 

lettuce.  There was nothing new in Lisa winning, but this time she'd 

overpowered me with no pretence at all of letting me think I stood a 

chance - she's taken me with a ferocious power that left me gasping and 

humiliated that I could come nowhere near matching her strength. 

	The setting sun coming through the bedroom windows was illuminating 

her face and body with a rich golden glow, and I just lay there and 

admired her incredible, almost oriental, beauty as she gently stroked me. 

She was John Russell Fearne's "Golden Amazon" in the flesh!

	My fingers went up and traced their way across her superb breasts 

and as I caressed the nipples I felt them rise and harden under my touch. 

I ran my hand across her shoulder and down on to the silky curve of her 

bicep. She flexed her hand slightly and the muscle coiled, swelling 

against my fingers like liquid granite.

	 I gave a little gasp and she smiled and said softly, "Did you 

think you could ever take me?"

	"Once upon a time, yes, ... it was a shock to find you had the edge 

on me"

	She gazed at me for a moment, as though trying to decide whether to 

say something, and then, "Oh, Nick, I've got more than an edge on you, 

I'm a lot stronger than you, I wasn't even using all my power just now!"

	Suddenly she moved her left hand up to my right nipple and began to 

pinch it painfully. "Try and stop me, Nick, move my hand away". I grasped 

her wrist with my right hand and pulled, steadily increasing the effort 

until I was straining with every ounce of strength. Her arm didn't move. 

She smiled, "Want to try both hands...?", but I shook my head. "No, 

you're too strong for me, I can't match you". She looked down at "Oscar", 

who had at last raised his head for a look round. "Ah" she said, licking 

her lips laciviously, "So there is life after love with Lisa!"

	And then she did a strange thing. She turned on her side, propped 

herself on one elbow and began to stroke my limp and exhausted organ, not 

in a sexual way but like you'd stroke a puppy. And she began to talk to 

it in the third person, as though it were her clitoris talking! "Is 

little Oscar alright then? Ginny's sorry if she was rough with Oscar, but 

Lisa can't always control Ginny". Lisa looked up at me, a strange, small 

smile on her face. "Ginny's my vagina, and I can't always tell what she's 

going to do downstairs, that part of me takes on a life of its own when I 

get worked up!" Then Lisa moved her hand between her legs, fondled 

herself with a sigh of satisfaction and said: "But by God, she enjoyed 

that!". For the first time I began to wonder if perhaps Reg was right.

And then it happened. Suddenly her face went like stone and her eyes went 

an even deeper shade of green

Desperately I tried to twist my hands free but my wrists were held as 

though by manacles and though I raised my arms several inches off the 

floor she forced me back down, making a low mewling noise like an animal, 

her eyes shining a steadily deeper shade of green as the battle raged. 

	And then I felt it. Softly at first, just like her usual powerful 

vaginal grip, but this time a thousand little muscles began to take hold 

of my member, from the very root to the tip, massaging and squeezing, 

growing ever tighter like the tentacles of an octopus. It was at the same 

time the most exiting, yet utterly terrifying, sensation I'd ever 

experienced.

	I came, and came again, and again as she milked me dry, but her 

muscles never once relaxed their awful grip and then the pain began, 

shooting up my arms and welling up from the very depths of my loins. 

Somewhere I heard someone begin to scream, and realised it was me ...



Epilogue

Reg, a local journalist, writes:

"I have reconstructed the above story from a diary and tapes we found in 

Nick's flat, from a tape recorder in his pocket and from an interview 

with Geoff.

	Geoff found the body of Nick after a tearful call from Lisa and the 

coroner's verdict was "coronary seizure whilst engaged in sexual 

intercourse". No mention was made of the fact of Nick's penis being 

mangled almost beyond recognition and his wrist bones crushed.

	 Lisa is now living safely as a psycho-sexual counsellor at 

Broadmoor Criminal Mental Hospital, where Geoff has taken a post as a 

consultant psychiatrist. He is rapidly gaining a reputation for curing 

the most aggressively murderous patients by locking them up with Lisa for 

a night, and every month, as Lisa's 'curse time' approaches, the staff 

hold a "Most Unpopular Inmate" contest - a kind of Russian Roulette, in 

which a night with Lisa is the prize.

	But even today, whenever the door of Annie's Bar opens I half 

expect to see Nick come in. And you know, I would have only one thing to 

say to him: "Don't say I didn't warn you!"

	

	

Back at the house Jeff had arranged some wine and food for the few 

mourners, mostly distant aunts and cousins. As I went in he came over and 

drew me to one side. 

"I've heard from the coroners office, Nick, you didn't kill Lisa, she 

died from some strange embolism in the brain ... you put her unconcious 

but not to the point of causing death." He paused. "Ray says her 

supernatural spirit, the Succubus if you like, probably did it. At the 

height of that primal, overriding sexual explosion it just couldn't take 

its host body being 'shut down', so it killed her. That's Rayner's 

thinking, anyway .. I just don't know".

	I looked round for Jane and discovered her in the kitchen, perched 

on the edge of the table staring through the window at the garden. "Jane, 

I haven't had a chance to say how sorry I am...." . She uncoiled from the 

table and came and placed her arms round my neck. I was surprised to find 

she was the same height as me and had developed into a sleek and 

beautiful young woman. 

	She gave me a little hug. "Oh Nick, don't feel guilty about it ... 

I know what happened." She smiled .... a smile that I had seen a hundred 

times before and my stomach churned. "Thank you for all you did for 

mummy, you've been a marvellous friend and .... lover". 

	Somehow I was not surprised that she knew. "What are you going to 

do when you leave school this summer?" I asked.

 "You know I've been helping excercise the horses up at the stud on the 

downs? Well, they've offered me a full time job and a cottage to go with 

it, so I'll be independent".

Her grey-green eyes were boring into mine and suddenly her arms tightened 

with stunning power around my neck. I grasped her wrists and tried to 

pull them apart but I couldn't move them. I could see her arm muscles 

swelling against the sleeves of her blouse as she just stood there 

laughing at me, obviously enjoying my failure to match her strength.

Suddenly she released her grip and her voice was soft but serious. "Nick, 

you'll come and see me at the cottage, won't you?... because I shall want 

you to fuck me'! 

Then she kissed me, walked towards the door and as she went out turned 

and said: "Pick your jaw up from the floor, Nick, and remember, if you 

have to ask for me at the stud, they know me by my middle name ... 

Lilith"