Kerry – Part 2 By The Collector A Kiss From a Strong Girl or Her Inspiring Strength Copyright 2001 The Collector This story is adult in nature and should not be read by anyone under 21. Send comments to ChuckSt35@aol.com or visit me at http://www.geocities.com/chuckstj/index.html I escorted her to my car, opened the door and watched her get in. A thousand thoughts ran through me as I saw her legs slide into the car so softly, so femininely. I looked down into her eyes, then caught the top of her cleavage as I closed the door. I didn’t see how it was possible that this petite, beautiful woman I had at my side could possibly possess the strength of…four men? Five men? It seemed impossible that any woman could be so strong, yet possess the feminine wiles that Kerry did. She was a contradiction, an enigma, that I wanted to explore so much further. What else was inside her I hadn’t yet known or experienced? And what about her? She had hid her power from me for a reason, yet I could tell she relished the power she had over other people. She was incredibly powerful and she knew it. She had the confidence that only comes with knowing you’re one of the best, which meant she had a base of knowledge I didn’t. She had no reservations about arm wrestling the other girl. I had seen her strength…her muscles…and I wouldn’t have challenged her. I put the thoughts away…I was driving myself nuts…my libido was raging like an inferno over Kerry. I got in the car, started it, then drove off. “I was pretty good wasn’t I?” she asked. “What are you thinking about?” I asked, teasing her. She looked at me and smiled. “You loved it…didn’t’ you? Admit it” she said. I looked at her and smiled, not knowing the right words to serve justice to my feelings. She slipped off her shoes and rubbed her feet on the carpet, then slid close to me. Her hand rested on my thigh as I pressed the accelerator just a bit harder. I wanted to get her home…she was in the mood…and I absolutely had to have her…I wanted her…but I needed her even more. She must have sensed something. “Honey...what’s wrong?” she asked, with concern in her voice. “It’s nothing…really Kerry” I said. “Yes there is…I know that look…that’s your horny look,” she said as she gripped my thigh. I laughed out loud and caught her smiling at me. “Well…it’s your fault Kerry…if you weren’t so sexy and so…strong…I wouldn’t get like this.” Suddenly I felt her hand between my legs as she grabbed me. “Want me to break it in half?” she asked. I looked at her as though she meant it…I didn’t want the jewels harmed. She roared with laughter just from the look on my face. A little embarrassment never hurt anyone. “Oh honey…I was only teasing” she said. She reached up and placed a kiss on my cheek, soothing the damage to my ego, and I calmed down immediately. “At least until we get home…then I’ll teach you a lesson you’ll never forget…I’d be worried if I was you” she added smiling at me. “Wanna feel my muscle?” she asked. I didn’t answer…I took my right hand from the wheel and grabbed her upper left arm. She looked at me mischievously, then curled her arm. Through the sleeve of her dress, her muscle erupted in my hand. A ball of Kerry’s strength filled my hand through the sleeve of her dress only long enough for me to taste it…then she uncurled her arm. “You’ll get the rest later…if you’re a good boy,” she said. She squeezed my thigh just hard enough for it to hurt, and then we finished the drive home in silence. * * * We walked up to my door. As I put the key into the lock, she pulled my hand back. “If you were as strong as I am…you could do this” she said. She grabbed the doorknob in her hand, then looked into my eyes. She grimaced slightly, then I heard metal crunching, and she pushed the door open. She walked in quickly while I stood there a moment and just looked at the door. “Oh man…Kerry…how’d you do that?” I asked. “Are you surprised at my strength Tom?” she asked. “But…” “Tom…I’m strong enough to do anything I want…for you…and to you…now get in here” she said. She was standing in front of me, her hands on her hips, her legs slightly wider than her shoulders. I had never seen this demeanor from her before…but I loved it. I walked in…she smiled at me, then turned around quickly and walked away, deliberately swaying her tush from side to side. She looked back once and smiled, then kept walking until I heard the bedroom door open. “Tom…you’re never going to forget tonight” she called back. The door shut…and I hadn’t a clue what she had in mind. I was just glad I was part of it. I stoked a fire…grabbed a beer, and a glass of wine for her. I caught the scores on ESPN, then clicked off the TV just before she came out. “Oh my” I thought quietly when I saw her. She couldn’t’ have been more beautiful. She wore a black see-through negligee with red panties and a red lace bra. Her hair was draped gently around her face and her legs…those wonderful legs…the red slip-on sandals she wore made every muscle in her legs appear…powerful, yet so feminine. I saw a flash of light then caught the two gold bands wrapped around her upper arms as she started walking towards me. “So…how do you like your muscle bitch now?” she asked. “Honey! Don’t call yourself that!” I said, my voice slightly raised. I was too prudish to let her berate herself, even if only in jest. She came to me, and took my hands in hers. “You’re so protective of me,” she said. As she held my hands, she moved close and touched her lips to mine…locked on mine was more like it. As I tasted her lips, I felt a pain in my hands that got greater the longer she kissed me. When the pain got too great to stand…I pulled away as the strength of her hands was pushing me to the floor. I looked at her and saw her smiling…a smile that told me she just wanted to get my reaction…she wanted to see how impressed I was that she could overpower me so easily. “Kerry…you’re…why are you hurting me?” I asked…begged…as I moved closer to the floor. “Because I can Tom…don’t you know how strong I am?” “But honey…ow…” I said as my knees moved closer. “Oh…poor baby…is your strong girl hurting you?” she asked. “Y…yes Kerry…it hurts…” I said. Then she let my hands go. “Tom…isn’t that where you belong? On your knees…looking up to me?” she asked. I didn’t answer…she didn’t expect one. “You mean…worshipping you…like a goddess?” I asked. I could play the game too. “Yes…a goddess of beauty…and strength...and power…like me” she said matter of factly. “Worship me Tom…show me how much you love me” she said. “My strong sweet baby” I whispered as I knelt down and kissed the top of her toes on her right foot. “That’s so sweet Tom…you love your strong girl don’t you?” “More than anything Kerry…I love your strength honey” I said as I kissed her other foot. I rose slowly, kissing my way up her wondrous legs, my hands holding on to her tightly, wanting nothing more than to feel Kerry’s power in my hands. She had always been the perfect woman to me. But knowing what I knew about her now…and the kind of exceptional woman she was…had driven my libido to someplace I would have thought forbidden before. I didn’t think myself capable of feeling so strongly about a woman before. As I worked my way up her legs, with each kiss I heard a silent sigh that meant she was enjoying herself. Not as much as I was, but I knew she was. I had the body of a beautiful, powerful woman…a woman whose strength was beyond most people’s comprehension…in my hands and I was never going to let her go. I moved up to her waist, then my hands roamed across her breasts firing me inside. I kissed each one, then looked up into her eyes. She pulled away slightly, then moved around me to the coffee table. “Come here baby,” she said a she stepped up on the table. I started to join her, but she pushed me away. She looked down at me, then curled her right index finger to me. I moved to her slowly and looked up at her, a wanton look in my eyes. “Kerry…you’re so gorgeous” I whispered. She ran her right hand down my face slowly, then placed her finger under my chin. She smiled, then I felt my head move. I stilled it, then my feet left the floor easily as she lifted me as easily as she would a feather. “Oh honey…only you could be this strong,” I said as I moved upwards. She kept pulling me upwards until my eyes were even with hers. Then she pulled me close and touched her lips to mine and held me there. I was entranced, paralyzed by the sweetness of her lips, the strength of her body. Then she looked at me again, this time not smiling. It was the look she gave me when she wanted it just as much as I did. She set me down slowly, then stepped off the coffee table, and took my hand. “Come on” she said taking my hand. She led me to the bedroom and closed the door behind her. “I’ve always wanted to do something,” she said putting her hands to my shirt. “What’s that honey?” I asked. “Just this” she said. She grasped my shirt with her hands, then pulled her hands apart, tearing my shirt from me in an instant. Buttons flew everywhere as she tore my shirt from me in a flash. She burst out laughing, probably from the look on my face. Then she grabbed the top of my pants and quickly pulled them down. I stepped out of them as hurriedly as I could while she watched. “You must want something terribly bad to be in such a hurry” she said. “Just…just you…and your strength…and your muscles” I said. “But Tom…I’m a girl…I don’t have muscles. I’m just a weak little girl,” she said teasing me. She again put her finger under my chin, lifted me up, and threw me gently on the bed, but hard enough to fall on my back. My head found the pillow, seeming by her design. She jumped on top of me and quickly grabbed my hands and pinned them to the bed. “Think you’re man enough to handle a girl and her muscles?” she asked. “What muscles?” I asked teasing her. “Oh…I guess I should show you…shouldn’t I?” She let my hands go, then rested on her elbows. I could see the gold bands to either side of my face, the only distraction as her hair hung in my eyes and her sweet lips were too close to be ignored. She tipped my head with her finger directing my attention to her right arm. “Watch this Tom” she said. I saw her arm tighten, then the muscle in her right arm started growing. Then the gold band started stretching. Oh my…the band was being pushed outward in every direction by the strength of her pretty arm. “Oh Kerry…my muscle girl…” I whispered. “I like it when you call me that” she said. Her arm swelled further as the band expanded even further. Her arm was swelling into what I thought every girl’s muscle should be…beautiful…powerful…sensuous…until the band broke and her muscle grew even bigger. I wouldn’t have believed a girl…let alone one Kerry’s size…could have muscles like she did. She did the same with her left until it too had burst the gold band. I reached both hands up to her arms and felt her strength in my hands. “You like those baby? You like my pretty muscles?” she asked. I couldn’t speak…my lips were preoccupied worshipping the beautiful, powerful arms of the woman I loved. Suddenly she rose from the bed and went to the bathroom. “I’ll be back in a minute…you know what for” she said. I finished undressing and slipped under the covers and waited for her. It didn’t take her but two minutes. The door opened. She turned out the bedroom light, but left a small one on in the bathroom. She walked slowly to the bed, her silhouette the only part of her I could see. She stopped at the edge of the bed. “All this…just for you baby” she said. She flexed her arms quickly as her muscles came to life. Turned slightly sideways, the outline of her body…her breasts…every curve…was calling to me. She jumped inside the covers with me and ran her hand up my chest. I was beside myself. “Honey…you’re stronger than any other girl…stronger than anyone…aren’t you?” I asked. “I guess I’ll just have to convince you…or hurt you,” she said laughingly. She moved her body on top of mine…and she convinced me…more times than I can count. She hurt me too, a consequence of more pleasure than one man should be allowed to have. * * * I awoke the next morning to find her packing her clothes. “Hurry up Tom…we have a plane to catch” she said. “Huh? What plane?” I asked. “I had a brainstorm,” she said. “Uh oh…what?” I asked. She came to the bed and jumped on me, straddling me. “We’re going to Vegas,” she said. “Now? Today?” “Yes…there’s this little white chapel you’re going to take me to…and you’re going to marry the girl…the strong girl…of your dreams. And my muscles…and my body…will be yours forever. Is that OK?” “You…you’d marry me?” I asked. She slammed my arms back to the bed and held me, and looked down into my eyes. “If you don’t…you’ll never touch my muscles again,” she said. The way she said it, I knew she meant it. I knew I was in for the ride of my life. I’m just glad it was with Kerry.