Strong Girl Overload – Kelli, Tara, Missy and Krissy By The Collector Moving Day or Wow! Girls and Muscles! Copyright 2000 The Collector This story is adult in nature and should not be read by anyone under 21. Send comments to ChuckSt35@aol.com I woke up with a hangover, having downed more than a few last night to drown my sorrows. My job wasn’t going well with a new boss I wasn’t getting along with. My girlfriend dumped me for being insensitive. My dog crapped on the carpet, which I stepped in; slipped, caught myself, but sprained my ankle. I lost $200 at the casino two nights before. My car died when the alternator quit ... two weeks ago it was the starter. I had to move today and wasn’t finished packing. With a sprained ankle, I wasn’t sure I’d be worth a damn. Could things get any worse? I knew they could, but I was praying. I was having two friends over to move. My sister said she’d help. With a little luck we’d be done by 4:00. I had picked up the van the night before. I got up early in spite of myself, backed the van up to the door, pulled the ramp down and started loading what I could into the truck. My sister pulled up moments later. “Where is everybody?” she asked. “Dunno ... lemme call them,” I said feeling groggy. I called Jerry and Bob and got the same story. “Sorry man, but can’t make it today.” Thanks a lot guys. I’ll remember you too. I angrily slammed down the phone and wondered what I would do. “I have a couple friends I can call. I don’t think they’ll mind” Kelli said. She grabbed the phone and I heard her pleading with someone for help. After a couple minutes, she hung up the phone. “We’re good to go ... I have three friends coming over. We’ll be done in no time.” Please, I said to myself, please let something go right today. At the end of the day, I would never again question the truth that whenever things seem the worst, there is always a light, a beacon, watching out for me. Kelli and I packed and loaded for the next twenty minutes. As I was walking up the truck ramp, I saw a red convertible drive up my street ... with three blondes in the front seat. This was nice. They slowed as they approached my apartment, got out and waved to me. My dog Chester barked and ran out and went to greet them. They fell in love with him immediately. Any girl that liked dogs was OK by me. Kelli came to the door. “I know how you like strong girls ... don’t embarrass yourself,” she said nudging me. She knew ... Kelli was much stronger than I was and, in spite of her femininity, had the muscles to prove it. I never thought I’d want any part of me to be like a girl, but I always wanted to be as strong as Kelli was. And Kelli’s got muscles that I’d beg for if she weren’t my sister. I would anyway if I thought I’d get by with it. “You must be Tom,” one said. “Hi ... yea ... thanks for coming,” I said as they walked up the yard. They were gorgeous ... I immediately thought of ‘California Girls’ ... the Beach Boys version. “Hi guys” Kelli said walking out. “Tom ... this is Tara, Missy, and Krissy.” Tara was the shortest at 5’1”, with a body that could stop traffic anywhere, but yet looked ‘power-packed’ for lack of a better word. She looked like she had done gymnastics or something at one time or another. She looked powerful, like her muscles could explode at any minute, yet very feminine. My lascivious mind immediately turn to a question of her strength. With a body like hers, she had to be strong. Missy was 5’7” or so, thin but with sweeping curves that left me drooling. My mind did the math ... 34C-23-35, with blue eyes and long hair. She should be a model I thought ... the perfect build for it. Krissy was 5’5” and looked like the kind of girl Playboy should be after. Sweet, innocent looking, a girl next door look, but built so well that I was sure the other two were jealous of her. At 35D-23-36, I couldn’t stop staring at her. “Hi Tom” Krissy said somewhat teasingly, but smiling. “The three strongest girls I know” Kelli said as he led them into the house. The all walked past giving me a teasing, but welcome look that raised my spirits. “Might as well get started” Missy said. “Maybe the big stuff first” I said, “If a couple of you can give me a hand with the frig” I said grabbing the dolly. “That’s OK Tom ... we’ll get it” Missy said. “Huh?” I asked. “Us girls can get the heavy stuff ... you just work on the little things” she said. “You sure you don’t need help?” I asked. “Tom ... they’re very strong ... don’t worry about it” Kelli said. Missy and Krissy went to the frig and jimmied it out from the wall. Missy tipped it towards Krissy and they lifted it easily off the floor and carried it to the truck as though they were carrying a basket of clothes. “I ... I guess so” I said as I watched them. I took a deep breath and smiled, then went for the TV, a 27” portable. I picked it up, with difficulty, and started for the truck. “I’ll get it Tom” Tara said taking it form me. Geez. She put one hand under it, one on top, and easily walked out with it. I must have weighted 70 or 80 pounds, but to Tara, it was nothing. And to see her bicep explode as she lifted it was a sight I loved to see in a girl. She was as strong as she looked. Then Kelli walked by carrying two boxes of weights in either hand. I just stared at her, dumbfounded at her strength ... as Missy and Krissy walked by. My eyes must have been glazed over ... and the rest of me too. “Some thing wrong Tom?” Missy asked looking down at my pants. I was having a moment. “Uh, no ... no, nothing” I replied, slightly embarrassed. Then Kelli walked back in and looked at me. “Tom ... take a cold shower or something,” she said. “I can’t help it ... look at them ... they’re ... strong ... like you” I said. “I told you they were,” she said. “I know ... but not like this” I said. “Well try to control yourself,” she said. “Or else ... you know what” she said curling her arm, smiling at me. Kelli and I had had more than one conversation about her strength. And we had confided in each other more than once our desires, the ones that emanated from deep inside us. And we had role played more than once, of course falling short of what each of us really wanted ... well, me anyway. She was as voracious about being worshipped for her strength and femininity as I was about wanting a strong girl to defer to, and to make love to. “C’mon muscles,” I said to her. “Let go upstairs.’ We loaded everything from the upstairs bedroom into the truck. Kelli took the heavy stuff and I couldn’t help but admire how strong she was. As she lifted the heavier stuff, I just stood back and stared at her for a minute. I liked watching her do things I could never dream of doing. If flattered her that I thought so much of her strength and how it made her more feminine than other women. Kelli was as beautiful as the other three. At 5’4”, a great body, and legs to die for. At 5’10”, I found it so hard to believe so much strength could come from such a wonderful body. More than once, we had wrestled each other, Kelli wanting to show off her power, and me wanting to be totally overwhelmed by her. Odd as it may seem, an hour wrestling with Kelli was better than a night with any other woman. Anyway, I better not get started. We went downstairs. The heavy stuff was done. We spent an hour loading everything else, cleaned up, and closed the truck doors. Kelli got in the truck with me as the three girls followed us as we pulled out. “You feeling OK?” she asked. “Yea ... I’m fine,” I said. “No you’re not ... you want all three of them, don’t you?” she asked. “Well ... so what? They’re gorgeous ... and they’re strong ... maybe as strong as you.” “Well ... one of them thinks you’re cute ... and she’d love to have your hands on her muscles” she said. “Wow! Which one?” I asked. “I’m not telling you ... but here’s her address” she said handing me a slip of paper. “C’mon Kel ... which one? Tell me” I begged. “No ... she wants you to pick her up at eight tonight” “Please? Quit teasing me” I begged. “No ... you’ll just have to wait won’t you?” she said. She wasn’t giving in. We arrived at my new place and spent about three hours unloading the truck. I carefully looked at each one, making eye contact, catching teasing glances from each one of them. But none would let on. But I didn’t dare show favoritism and risk losing a date with one of them. I just watched each of them, wondering what indescribable pleasures each of them could give me. Beauty in itself was intoxicating ... a girl’s strength and her feminine muscles could do things to me that nothing else could. Together, they were as erotic a combination I could think of. I looked at Tara who had as powerful a body as any girl I’d ever seen. And I knew she had muscles she hadn’t even shown yet. And Missy ... with the looks of a model ... yet stronger and more beautiful than any girl had a right to be. And then Krissy ... the picture of sensuous innocence ... with a perfect body, and strength that a girl with her body should have. I wanted them all ... at once. It takes a special guy to handle a strong girl. And there’s an unspoken understanding between strong girls and the men that admire them that other people just don’t understand. And I knew at least one of them knew it. I didn’t care which one it was ... but I wanted Tara’s muscles, Missy’s sweet innocence, and Krissy’s luscious body We finished unloading, said our good-byes, and they left just after 4. I did some arranging mainly to find some clothes, took a nap, then got up and took a shower. I left my apartment at 7:40 allowing twenty minutes to get to her place ... whoever she was. I had butterflies like I couldn’t believe. I had spent the better part of a day with three of the strongest, most beautiful girls I was likely to ever come across ... four counting Kelli ... and I was on cloud nine with the thought that one of them actually wanted to meet me. And I knew from what Kelli had told me that my affection for a girl’s strength was one of the attractions to me. I pulled into her drive, not knowing who it was, but captivated by the mystery of not knowing. I strode up the walk slowly noticing the lights were dim throughout her house. My hands were sweaty, not from the roses in them, but from the anticipation, knowing how lucky I was. I had no idea what to expect, or what she wanted, or what she expected. She would control the evening, but that was what I preferred anyway. I knocked on the door twice and heard the clicking of her heels against the solid floor inside. My temperature went up a notch ... at least. She opened the door ... and I just stood there ... I couldn’t speak ... if something’s too good to be true, it usually is. Not in my wildest dreams ... it was more than a dream come true. She stood in front of me in a pink bra and panties; pink hi heeled sandals and a sheer full-length pink negligee. “Not what you were expecting ... is it?” she asked in her softest voice. I held the flowers out to her, my voice somehow lost. She read the card and smiled. “As beautiful as you, yet as soft as you are strong” she read. “How appropriate ... and absolutely true ... come in Tom” She casually, but on purpose, dropped a flower on the floor. I knelt to pick it up, and then she moved her foot and placed it on the stem. “Show me Tom ... show me how much you want me” she said quietly, but in a demanding voice that told me I had no choice. I knelt down and saw the prettiest toes I’d ever seen. I’d had always wanted to do this for a woman ... to make her feel as though her body was the most important thing in the world to me. I looked up at her as she smiled back. “Show me Tom” she said quietly. I knelt down and softly kissed each toe, then watched as she pulled back quietly and turned around. She started walking away slowly. I rose to follow her as she walked on the carpet towards the fireplace. The fire had been burning for some time as hot coals and intermittent flames sparked the room. She turned around and looked at me, and walked close to me, her full breasts only inches away. “Ever kiss a strong girl Tom? Or been held by a girl so strong ... so beautiful ... you could cry?” she asked. “N ... no” I whispered. I reached my hand up and placed one finger at the top of her breasts, then let it slowly move across them. They were unlike anything I’d ever felt before. “All this ... and muscles too Tom” she said quietly. Then she raised her arms as she smiled at me. Two mountains of feminine steel rose very slowly, no doubt just to see what effect they had on me. But I could tell she loved the feeling of her strength swelling in her beautiful arms. Besides Kelli, these were the only muscles I’d ever seen on a girl. They were as beautiful as Kelli’s ... and as big ... yet I knew she was even stronger than she looked, as Kelli was. And as her pretty biceps flared upwards, I knew that if nothing else was right the last few days, there was a certain symmetry in a girl having the beauty, the strength and gorgeous muscles that Krissy had. As I reached for her arms, she didn’t give me time to grab them. She quickly jumped into my arms and wrapped her arms around my head as I felt her powerful legs wrapped around my body. “Back there” she said quietly motioning with her head. I walked to the rear of the house and entered her bedroom with Krissy in my arms. I let her down easily. She looked at me, then with a simple flick of her index finger; she pushed me back on the bed. She placed her hands at the top of my pants ... and ripped them from me! She slipped out of her bra, and her breasts remained where they were ... as glorious as I knew they’d be. She looked down at me, then took my arms and pinned me to the bed. I tried to resist, but with her immense strength, it was impossible. Moving even the slightest against her was impossible. I’d have sworn she had the strength of ten men. As it was to turn out, I wasn’t far off. As the door shut, Krissy looked down at me with a soft smile, her long hair slightly disheveled, the curves of her body, and her full breasts begging to be touched. Her strength held me in place as I yearned to have her strong beautiful body wrapped around me. “Now ... where were we?” she asked quietly. She moved her face slowly close to mine ... and I began to shake slightly as her lips touched mine and I felt the sensuous power of a strong girl overwhelm me. And every urge she had as a woman was about to be unleashed upon me. Krissy let my hands go then she fell upon me and wrapped her arms around me and her lips began to ravish mine. Her beautiful, muscular body held me in hers as a calmness like I’d never known before invaded me. I held Krissy tight in my arms as my hands found her curves and I suddenly realized life wasn’t so bad after all.