TERRY P. THE STRENGTH QUEEN CHAPTER 9

"SUPER HUMAN STRENGTH, SUPER HUMAN SEX DRIVE"


Terry called me upon her return from Florida, and I must confess that Terry
was all I thought about since she left.

We chatted for awhile and she told me that she had enjoyed herself even
though she had gotten a little wilder than she intended. She also mentioned
that she had learned a lot about herself and the trip had renewed her.
I mentioned that that car lift that she had done at our last meeting was
really impressive.
"Terry, I'm a big guy known for my strength, I have some power lifting
records to my name and I've been told that I'm as strong as two or three
average men. But I have never seen strength like that!  When you went back
the second time to try and find Bernie's keys I tried to lift that
Volkswagen. I could get the wheels to just clear the ground but I couldn't
move it or "manhandle it" like you did. And when you did move it you didn't
seem to have very much trouble.  Then when you moved the car out into the
street, I was blown away!!"

Terry just giggled on the phone. I went on.

I went on. "I had a few drinks at the club, so I felt that maybe I wasn't
up to full strength that night.  So while you were gone these last two
weeks I went out to a junk yard and tried the lift again."    "I did a
little better at the junk yard, but damn that car was really heavy.  I
tried to bend that bumper like you did, but I have to tell you, I didn't
have much luck. I could get it to deflect a little, but to bend that bumper
as far as you will require some serious power."

Terry said. "Can I ask you a question?"
  She totally disregarded my worship of her strength.

I stayed silent and there was a long pause.

"I hope that you seeing me using my muscles won't affect our relationship?"
Terry asked.
 She told me that she had not dated much but when a guy witnessed her
strength it was the last time she ever heard from him.
"It's like their afraid of me."
 I assured her that that was not the case with me.

"Terry."  I replied. "Your strength has affected our relationship.
It's made it better! Man, you really turn me on when I see you do your
power moves."

"Really?"  Terry laughed. Her voice sounded relieved as she spoke on the
phone.

"And that damn Pat." Terry said. "She knows that I get embarrassed when I
use my strength in front of a guy, particularly one that I like."  "And
then she conned me into breaking that lock and chain."  "I was pissed at
her, but she has been and is a great friend." "She just wanted me to show
off in front of you."

"Terry."  You can show off for me all that you want." I said.

"I'll remember that. And I want to thank you for accepting me the way that
I am." I'm not a freak I just have an unusual amount of strength. I don't
know why. I'm not going to hide from it or hide it any longer. I am what I
am."

"Terry, you're one hell of a woman, and I want to be a part of your life."
I replied.

We chatted some more and I could fell the sexual tension over the phone. I
asked when I could see her again and she mentioned tomorrow, if I didn't
mind helping her out a little.
She invited me to a combination dance/gun bash at the same club that we met
at before she left. She was the chairperson and she told me that she was in
desperate need of help. I agreed to help. She also asked me if I could stay
a little later to help her count the money and to make sure it was
deposited in the night deposit window of the bank.  I mentioned to Terry
that I was licensed to carry a firearm and I'd be glad to help her out.
Terry told me that this event brought quite a bit of money in for the club
and it was an important fund raiser.  Terry told me that she would be
working and not be able to give me her full attention. She apologized for
"putting me to work" on our first big date but she explained that she was
desperate.  She told me that she would make it up to me.
My dick started to get hard at the thought.

She hoped that working a little on our first date would be alright and that
she did not mean to put me into a situation that might make me
uncomfortable.
"If you don't want to come, we can have a date at another time."

I replied. "Terry, you must be kidding. I'd be glad to work the event with
you. Perhaps we can go out for coffee afterwards."

Terry sounded relieved, and could tell that she was pleased that I would
help her out.

I offered to pick her up tomorrow afternoon and she accepted.  Terry asked.
"Denny, another person is bringing the guns to the bash but I may have to
take a few back home with me. Is that OK?  I'm only eighteen so I can't
take the handguns. But if you're with me, because you're twenty one, we can
take them. Is that OK?"

"Terr, I'm a shooter myself, so no it's not a problem."

I could tell over the phone that chairing this event was putting pressure
on the mighty Amazon.

"Denny."  Terry said.  "Thanks for helping, I just came back from Florida
last night and I've found out that half of my committee will not be there.
All of my, quote -unquote friends have shit on me again."
"They want me to fail at this event and I won't let that happen."

"Terry, "WE" won't let that happen."  I said.
 "I'm here to help you, just let me know what I can do."

'Terry" I said. "I told you your friends were assholes, and I've only met
them once!"

Terry started to cry. "Denny."  She said. "I had a great time in Florida
and I found out that I'm not a "piece of shit" like my friends say that I
am." "But I expected them to at least give me a little help when I
returned."  "I don't mean to alarm you or sound like a hard ass, but I feel
like gathering them all up in a room and kicking the shit out of them."
"Believe me, I can do that."

"Huh"?  I asked Terry.  "With your strength I don't doubt it."  I said.
"Tell me more Terr, I'd like to hear what you could do to them."

I heard Terry laugh into the phone. "Never mind, we'll talk about it when I
see you tomorrow. OK?"

I picked Terry up at 3:00 PM for a 7:00 PM event.  She looked great but I
could see that she was a nervous wreck.  She was tan, her hair looked great
and she smelled great. She was wearing a dark knee length coat and knee
high boots. It was spring in Pennsylvania which means cold weather. The
coat was so bulky that her head appeared too small for her body. Her sheer
size and dimensions put me in awe. I would have bet the coat was a double
or triple extra large, maybe even a quad extra large.  It must have cost a
fortune to have it shortened and tailored to fit her big frame. I loved the
boots and the flash of those huge, nude, tan thighs as she came down the
front steps and entered my car.  I made a mental note to get her some sexy
outfits. It could be quite a bit of fun watching a tailor fit her in her
underwear clad body.


"Terr, if I may ask, where did you get boots to fit over those calves?"
Even though Terry was preoccupied she smiled and answered me.
"There's a boot maker in Montreal who makes custom boots.  I had to send
him a plaster cast of both of my feet and calves and he made them for me.
He called me five or six times not believing how huge my calves were. We
finally ended up using the internet and a PC camera to convince him."
Terry went on. "These boots were very expensive but they fit perfectly, the
guy is a real artist. He mentioned that he never fit 21" calves before. And
he was really blown away when I told him I was only five foot one."

"Terry. Do you think he'd make a pair of thigh-highs for you?"

Terry laughed. "One I couldn't afford it, and two it would take a whole cow
to surround these thirty inch monster thighs."

She knew how to work me.  She pulled her skirt up and rubbed her thighs as
she spoke about them.

"Well, I'd like to buy you a pair if I may. You'd look great in them and a
bikini."

"We'll see."  Terry said and smiled.
"Until last week I never thought I could pull that outfit off. You know a
bikini and thigh-highs. But now maybe those thigh highs are a good idea. I
wore a bikini for the first time in Florida. I'm sure I shocked some people
but I also got some nice stares and comments. Mostly from those who like
the bodybuilder types"

"Denny I'm not the kind of girl that uses a man for his money, but if you
really want me to have a pair I'll call him and see how much it will cost."
"What color should I get?" She asked.

"I'll have to think about that."  I answered.

I had my hand resting on her thigh as we drove.
I asked Terry to flex her big thigh as she sat next to me.
"Move your hand Denny, let me show them to you." She said.
She slid her skirt up on both legs and flexed.  Her legs were so short that
she had plenty of room in my car. Her legs were bare, huge and rock
solid!!!   "I can only imagine how good those thighs would look in thigh-
high boots." I said with a mischievous grin. "What color panties are you
wearing?"
She smiled as she moved her skirt up higher on her bridge pier thighs.

"They are black and they are full size."  "Sorry Denny, but no g-string
tonight."  She smiled.  "I have to behave myself and dress like a nice
young lady at the club"

I ran my hand over her huge thighs.
"Man, they feel like their cut from marble." I said. She just smiled.
"I'd crush a piece of marble with these." Terry smiled.
"Those thigh-highs will be worth every penny."  I said.
She pulled her skirt back down as we approached the parking lot.
"You can play with these later."  Terry smiled.

We arrived at the club, and were the first one's there. Terry had a key and
we entered the club. It smelled like every other bar I had ever been in,
stale beer and the smell of smoke in the air.

"Lock the door Denny we've been having trouble in this neighborhood with
break-ins and robberies lately. The cops think it's a group of three guys
and they've beaten and stabbed a few people."  "The cops told our manager
that they are driving around in a red pickup truck."  ""They have forced
their way in to businesses and robbed quite a bit of money."

"All the more reason I'm glad I bought a nine millimeter pistol." I told
Terry.
"Right." She said. "But if I get a hold of those guys they won't be robbing
anyone for quite awhile, if ever."

"Man Terr."  I said.  "That's some severe hostility and big talk for a mere
woman."  She saw that I smiled as I said this.

"The only difference" Terry said. "Is that I can back it up."  If you
haven't noticed Denny, I'm not your average woman.
Those bastards beat up poor Mrs. Baran, for what ...  Twenty dollars? Hell,
she's in her eighty's. If I catch those guys I'll fuck them up good.  I
have this strength for some reason, and now I'm gonna use it."

"Yeah Terr.  But what if they have a gun?" I asked.

"Well I haven't thought it out that far, but you're here and you would
watch my back. Right?"

"Damn straight."  I said. We both smiled at each other, but I knew she
wasn't kidding.


Terry removed her coat and hung it in the coat room, I did the same. She
looked great in her semi formal looking outfit. A long cry from the micro
mini knit dress that she wore at our last meeting. Her outfit was
conservative but very tasteful.  She had a long sleeve blouse buttoned to
the neck and a black skirt that went just below her knees. I could tell
that the blouse had had a great deal of alterations. Her neck and massive
shoulders tapered perfectly to her waist.  Terry had a thick waist, it was
hard and tight and it contrasted nicely with her shoulders. Again I would
have bet that she had a triple or quad extra large cut and shortened to her
physique.  Her arms bulged as she moved. The skirt was woolen and covered
her huge thighs. If you didn't know what was underneath the clothes, you
would think that Terry was on the "plump" side. As I looked at her I
wondered what was thicker, her waist or where her neck met her shoulders.


"Now that you've seen the "outfit", I'm going to put on a tee shirt so that
I don't get my blouse dirty. OK?"

I said. "Sure I'll watch."  She just smiled.
We were the only ones in the club so Terry began to remove her blouse. It
was a button close blouse but her neck was so thick that she just slid it
off of her body like a turtle neck sweater.  She didn't have to unbutton
the top button to slide it off!!!! MAN WAS SHE HUGE!  She had no bra on and
didn't need one.  Her pecs were like big slabs of muscle and her abs peeked
through the skin on her midsection. She had the tee shirt on in a second.
She looked at me and said.

"You'll have to wait to see more."
I felt a bulge start to form in my pants.
I moved toward her in an attempt to give her a kiss and rub her huge chest.
 She smiled as she pushed my hand away.
"Denny, if I get started I won't be able to stop. I'll take car of that big
bulge in your pants later.  Just be patient, you won't be sorry for
waiting. In fact, I'd bet that you will find it a challenge to keep up with
my sex drive.  Now let's get to work, OK?"

We had quite a bit of set up and decorating to do and it took quite a while
to finish.   Terry took the tables and I did the high decorations. She
"manhandled" the large wooden tables with ease. It would normally taken two
people to carry the heavy tables. But Terry moved them almost effortlessly.
She could carry one in each hand!! I hadn't noticed that a pool table was
in the middle of the dance floor the last time I was here, but now it was.
"Terry, are we gonna move that pool table?  It's right in the middle of the
floor."

Terry yelled back.  "Not now, I'll get it before the food service company
gets here. It's too heavy to slide across the floor. It has to be lifted.
If we try to slide it, we'll tear up the floor tile."

I figured I'd wait until the other guys got here and we could get five or
six guys and move the table as Terry wanted. The table was a huge old style
table with a thick slate top. I'd bet this monster weighted around seven
hundred and fifty pounds. Even with five or six big boys this would be a
challenge.

"Here's a list of some things I need from the market. Can you get these for
me?" "When you return, wait outside and look for the food service truck,
they got lost last time and everything was late."

I was gone for about half an hour and as I waited I remembered that Terry
had left her digital camera in my car.  In this neighborhood I didn't think
that was a good idea.

The food service company showed up around 5:30PM and I let them in. I
yelled for Terry and she immerged from the ladies room wearing her dress
blouse. I was sorry that I had missed her change. I noticed that she was
slightly out of breath and she was perspiring.
"Are you Ok Terr?"  I asked.

"I'm fine, don't be silly." Terry said. I just didn't want to get my blouse
dirty while I was moving some things." "I would have had you help me, but I
needed those things from the market."  "So I struggled a little but got
them done. But Denny, your concern for me is very flattering."

The club became a bee hive of activity. Some of Terry's committee showed up
and the food service girls were everywhere.
I decided to take a little breather and I took a walk around the block and
grabbed a diet Pepsi at a little mom and pop grocery store.  I was back in
fifteen minutes.


When I returned I began to look around the club for Terry to see if I could
finish anything for her. I noticed that the pool table had been moved into
the back room. And I laughed and thought that I had escaped another hard
job.

It only dawned on me later that all of the food service people were women,
and the biggest one couldn't weigh over a hundred and thirty five pounds!
And Terry's committee people were all over the age of seventy!

Terry was a determined planner and she asked me to set up the buffet tables
where the pool table had been.  I did so and we decided to have a drink
before the event started.

I heard a knock at the door and as I went to open it Terry said.
"You may as well leave it unlocked. People will be starting to arrive
shortly."

Pat and her boyfriend arrived and offered to help.
Pat said to Terry. "I heard about those sons of bitches backing out on you
last minute. I would have been here sooner but my flight just got in last
night," Pat smiled. "I didn't have enough winnings to fly home first class
like Miss Amazon here."

Terry said.  "Don't be jealous, I received a few bumps and bruises to pay
for my first class ticket."

Pat's boyfriend and me looked at each other. The girls both said. "It's a
long story, we'll tell you later."

Pat's boyfriend was a great help, he was a volunteer fireman and he had
experience running this type of event.  I worked the front table and sold
tickets, then worked the bar.
Pat stepped up and took over the food, and Terry's other committee members
came and worked hard at the event even though most were senior citizens.

I bought a few tickets and won a short double barrel shot gun that's called
a "coach gun" and a shotgun reloading kit with four bags of shot.  Each bag
weighted twenty five pounds and it dawned on me that I would have to make a
few trips to carry all this shit to my car.

Terry ran the overall event and worked her ass off to make sure everything
was right.

I observed an interesting situation when a small scuffle broke out.
Terry gave the "evil eye" to the two men.  They were two big guys by the
way. Well over two hundred pounds each.

I asked her. "You want me to throw them out?"
"No."  Terry said. "I'll take care of it."

The guys noticed Terry looking at them. They looked at each other and
decided to sit down.
I didn't know if it was because of her position as an officer in the club
or the fact that they knew of her strength.

Pat saw me watching the near fight.
"They know better than to fuck with her." Pat said.

I didn't know what to say. And it showed on my face.

Pat said. "Com'on, lets sit down and have a drink."

"Denny." Pat said. "We all grew up together and those guys know how strong
Terry is, they don't want any part of her."

"A few years ago, that would have made Terry sixteen or so. We had a
visiting soccer team from Chicago."  "These guys were in their late teens
maybe early twenty's." "They were fit and strong and full of testosterone,
I knew it would only be a short while before the fights started after the
guys started drinking."

"The game had been hard fought and bad feelings existed on both sides.
Anyway, one thing lead to another and the fists started flying. We had just
fixed up the hall and we didn't want to see it wrecked.  The club was so
crowded that most people didn't even notice that a fight was happening back
in that corner."

Pat pointed to a corner is the rear of an adjacent room where the pool
table now rested.

"Two guys from Chicago were beating on two of our guys. They had our guys
pinned in that corner and were really working them over. I saw one guy
pounding our guys with his fist and his partner jabbing at our guys with a
pool cue.  I yelled Terry, "Get some guys and stop the fight before they
wreck the place."  She didn't hear the "get some help part" and she headed
to the fight herself. She waded into the fight with absolutely no fear.
When she reached the corner the crowd parted because they knew that Terry
was part of the club's management. I got there at the same time but it was
too late to stop Terry. Terry said nothing as she spun one guy around with
her right hand.  The guy had no idea who touched him and as he turned he
hit her with a big right hand. Denny, I mean it was a hard punch, I could
hear the impact over the crowd and the music. I saw her head jerk but it
didn't even faze her. Terry grabbed the front of his soccer shirt with her
left hand and slammed him into the wall.  I saw his eyes roll to the back
of his head as he slid to the floor.  Terry spun the other guy around with
her right hand and he jabbed her in the stomach with the cue stick. He was
using two hands and I though the impact would at least double her over. She
grunted a little and grabbed the cue from the guy with her right hand and
delivered a short left jab and knocked him on his ass."

"Terry looked at the guys as they sat and the floor and motioned for them
to get up if they wanted some more.  I took the pool cue from her as one
started to rise. He just about got to one knee and fell back on his ass.  I
could see a "defeated" look come over his face as he sat there. Terry had
hit him so hard with that short left that he couldn't get his head cleared.
He gave up." "They both gave up."

"I honesty thought the fight was over as Terry turned away from the guy
sitting on the floor.  But a blur just caught my eye as another Chicago guy
came out of the crowd and grabbed Terry by the funky "jumper" style dress
that she wore.  He was so quick that he surprised both me and Terry.
Neither one of us had time to react. He drove his forehead into hers with
such force I heard the sickening sound of two skulls colliding over the
music and the crowd noise. This was common tactic with these soccer players
both on and off the field. The soccer player hit Terry so hard that he
knocked himself unconscious!  He just slid down Terry's body on the way to
the floor. She just smiled. Reached down and grabbed him by the lapels with
one hand and lifted him to his feet.
She asked him if he wanted more and when he couldn't respond she threw him
on top of his teammates.

Terry wasn't affected in the least! Her forehead didn't even swell!  On the
other hand the guy who head butted her had to be helped into a chair and
they had to put ice on his head. When he left the club he was still on
queer-street and his head was one swollen mess."

"In less than a minute the Chicago guys lay on the floor and the fight was
over." "Terry told both sets of guys to knock off the shit or she'd throw
all of them out."

Terry told them. "I want you guys to have a good time, leave the fights
outside. If you don't want to, I'll give you all the fight you can handle."
The party hardly missed a beat, but our guys and the guys from Chicago gave
Terry a wide birth the rest of the evening."

"And Denny, those two guys who she just gave the "look" to were the two
guys that she saved." "If it wasn't for her they would have really gotten
fucked up." "Those two guys couldn't save their own ass, so Terry came over
and wiped up the floor with the two tough guys from Chicago that were
putting the hurt on them." "Then she threw in the "head-butt tough guy" for
good measure.

 Pat looked at me and said.
"That was when I fully realized that Terry had special abilities.  I always
knew she that she was rather strong, but I never saw her do anything up to
this point. Even in gym at school she wore long clothes and stayed away
from any physical activity. She tended to stay by herself and do some
calisthenics down in the boiler room and there were rumors around the
school that she was very strong. But no one ever saw her use her strength.
On the day she bounced these guys around, she was wearing a long jumper and
a blouse and those goofy soft shoes and anklets that were in style.  She
looked like something from "Hansel and Gretel" for Christ's sake!  For
years I really though she was a little fat girl with a thick neck and rosy
cheeks."
"Over the last couple years I've noticed that she has gotten stronger and
stronger. When she was sixteen she was around one hundred and fifty five
maybe one hundred and sixty pounds. Now, I'd bet she's over two hundred. As
girls we had overnighters at each others houses and I'd see Terry in a
nitey or PJ's,  and even though she'd try to hide her muscle, we'd all
notice the ripples of muscle that she has all over her body. I knew that
she wasn't fat in the least.  Just big, and I mean real big. For the first
time in my life I saw her in a bikini last week. And believe me she hasn't
got an ounce of fat on her."

I interrupted Pat. "I'm impressed she is one hell of a woman."  "Where have
you been hiding her?" "I mean that we know each other for a few years, you
know I like a muscle girl but you never mentioned Terry.  I like Terry
because of her power and I like her in spite of it."

Both Pat and me saw Terry approaching the table.
Pat said. "When I have a chance this week I'll call you. I just want to
tell you to be careful. Terry really pissed some people off in Florida and
they said that they would get revenge, even if they had to come here to do
it. I know it sounds crazy but Terry really fucked up some important people
in the organized crime part of Florida. Denny, you should have seen her!
She bounced big tough guys and girls around like they were nothing.  I knew
that Terry was strong, but I never thought that she could do what I saw her
do.  I should have known when I saw how easily she beat the shit of those
three guys from Chicago.  She's even bigger and stronger now and man did
she use those muscles on our trip."

"Denny, for all of her massive strength she is still a fragile young girl.
She has been fucked over by a few guys and her so-called friends in this
club.  I didn't want to introduce to another heart ache. I wanted to see if
you were really interested in her, or just wanted to fuck her. It seems
that, should I say, you are smitten?"

I admitted that I was smitten very badly.

"Well in that case I urge you to keep an eye on her.  You know that I'm a
pretty good fighter Denny. But I have never seen anyone fight like Terry.
But all of that strength is no good if she gets shot or stabbed. I know you
pride your-self on being big and strong and quite a bad ass, but if you
want some advice, if the fight starts just step out of the way and let her
go. Cover her back and keep someone from hurting her."

Pat went on. "I see Terry headed this way, I'll talk to you later this
week. Oh and by the way, did you watch her move the pool table?
It's kind of a inside joke around her that she can do it herself."

"She's incredible!" Was all that I could say.  "That table must weigh
around seven maybe eight hundred pounds!"

Terry got waylaid by some older members of the club as she made her way to
our table.

Pat went on.  "We contacted the manufacturer, he told us that the table has
a heavy slate top and it weighs around seven hundred and fifty pounds.
It's unusual because it's not a full size table and it sits unusually high
for a pool table, that's how Terry can get under it and lift it.  The old
timers may have bought it because no one else wanted such an odd ball
table. They got it for almost nothing. Terry lifted it the first time when
she was around sixteen and almost trashed it. She got up to a standing
position and the table shifted on her shoulders. If three other girls
wouldn't have steadied it she would have been in a world of trouble!  But
Terry has moved that table quite a few times and she can do it now with no
help at all."

Pat laughed.  "We got into trouble the first time we had a dance because
the last time we slid it across the floor we messed up the floor tile.  So
the deal is, we can take the table off of the floor for a dance but it has
to be lifted. Not many people know how we do it, but now you know.

"Pat, that's seven hundred and fifty pounds? Isn't that right?"
Pat looked at me and smiled.  "The last time I was here for a dance, the
one that you attended Denny. Terry and the girls came down in the afternoon
to set up. When Terry crawled underneath to move the table one of the
bigger girls clamored onto the table as she was getting in position to lift
it on her big back.   It was kind of a joke to fuck with Terry. Mind you
Bonnie is over two hundred pounds. We figured that the extra weight would
keep the table on the ground. Well surprise, surprise. I could hear Terry
grunting and straining as she was trying to lift the table and I really
thought we had her this time. We finally challenged her strength with a
feat that she couldn't do.  She attempted the lift and set it down quickly.
I felt her repositioning her back and I heard her growl as she began to
lift again.

But soon the table started to leave the ground. Bonnie had to hang on so
that she wouldn't knock the table out of balance. If she would have jumped
off the table it would have crashed to the ground.
Terry uses her shoulders and back when she lifts and walks in a hunched
over fashion so that the table was only a foot higher than normal. If you
try to carry something like that it's ten times harder on your back, but
she's so damn strong it doesn't seem to slow her down. I could hear her
heavy steps hit the floor as she carried the table into the back room. It
sounds like a giant walking, like in the movies. I could hear her breathing
as she struggled with a load much heavier than usual.

When she got into the back room she turned and set the table down against
the back wall.

As she came out from under the table she saw us.

"I was wondering why the table felt so heavy."  She said.
"I though that maybe I was getting weaker or something."

We all laughed.  Terry just smiled. "You guys are too much. I was wondering
where Bonnie went."

"We were all shocked." Pat said.   "Terry's strength was indeed awesome.
Terry thought very little about her power, she had been moving the table
for the last two years. Denny, with Bonnie on the table that was close to a
thousand pounds!!! She didn't understand that moving that much weight so
easily is super-human."

Terry sat down at the table with us.
"Well Terry, you pulled it off, congratulations." I said.
Pat raised her glass and we all toasted the mighty Amazon.

The crowd started to clear after the last winning ticket was drawn me and
Terry found ourselves sitting with Pat and her boyfriend.

"Well Terry". "I look's as though you have pulled off a very profitable
night for the club." Pat said.

I raised my glass.  "To Terry, for a great and profitable evening."

We clinked our glasses together and Pat and her boyfriend rose to leave for
the evening.

"Well Terry, I'll call you tomorrow I'm beat."  Pat said.
And I heard her whisper to Terry. "And I'm going to fuck his brains out
when we get home, I'm really horny."

I locked the door when Pat and her boyfriend left and returned to the bar
where Terry sat facing me on a bar stool.

"Come here Denny." She said, as I approached her we kissed and began to
unbutton her blouse. I slid the blouse down her arms and placed it on the
bar.

"You know that pool table you asked me about?" Terry asked.
"I'm going to fuck your brains out on it." Terry said.
She stuck her tongue down my throat as we kissed and I began to unbutton
the top button on her skirt. He harness was a turn-on and I could feel the
ripples of her muscles as my hands passed over her body.

She stepped drown for the bar stool and her skirt slid to the floor.
Her mass was overwhelming!

I knew that the skirt was expensive so I bent over to pick it up and place
it on the bar.

I put my hands under her armpits and lifted her back onto the bar stool. We
continued to "make-out" and I was on the verge of cradling her in my arms
and carrying her back to the pool table where I could fuck her power pussy.

Terry said. "If you want to fuck me on that pool table I have to move it
back first."

I replied. "Terr, Pat told me that you can move that table yourself. I'd
really like to see you do that."

"That Pat is a bigmouth."  Terry laughed. "So she told you my little secret
huh?"  "Sure, I'm feeling both strong and horny tonight so I'll show you
how I do it."

First Terry helped me put the cover on the table so that it wouldn't be
damaged by the fucking that was going to happen on the table shortly. Then
Terry went to get some bath towels from the back room
.
"We'll both be sweating in a little while."  Terry said and smiled.

When Terry was in the back room I put the four bags of shot that I had won
on the table and hid one bag in each corner under the cover that we had
just put on the table. This was an extra one hundred pounds.

Terry was wearing nothing but boots and panties as she stooped under the
table. She positioned herself and began to lift.
She grunted and groaned as she found the balance. Then the table began to
move upward.  I one motion the table cleared the floor and I felt Terry
taking heavy steps as she crossed the room to where the table belonged.
One the table was in the air and on her shoulders she walked the fifty feet
or so with barely a grunt and set the table in it place.

"Wow."  I said.  "Now that is impressive!"
I noticed that sweat was running between her pecs and her abs glistened in
the subtle light but she wasn't even breathing hard.
"That was nothing. It used to be real heavy for me but now it's not heavy
at all" "I feel that I can lift a hell of a lot more than that."  "I think
my strength is increasing again."  "I go through these spurts of strength
from time to time."  "It's kinda scary."

"Damn, you are one powerful woman!"  I said in amazement.

"If you like that I'll show you more." Terry said.
"Please do."  I responded.

She began to go through some bodybuilding poses. "You like?" Terry asked.
"I sure do." I replied

"Ter, flex your pecs for me."  I pleaded.
"She bounced her pecs and expanded her huge ribcage.

As she hit a side chest pose I asked.
"I see you chest is big, but is it hard?"

She laughed.  "You wanna pound your fist into these big pecs?"
"Go ahead Denny, it won't bother me in the least."

"Terry, you're tempting me but if I use my fist I'll bruise your skin. I
have a better idea."

"A few bruises won't bother me if it turns you on, as that big bulge in
your pants seems to tell me, so go ahead." "My pussy is getting soaked and
I'm gonna use that big dick of yours in a few minutes. I can't wait
anymore!"

I lifted one of the twenty five pound bags of shot from the table and asked
Terry.
"May I use these instead?" "These won't cause any bruising."

"Oh, you put shot on the table? Huh?"  She laughed. "How many bags did you
have when I moved that table?"

"Four, Terr."  "That makes an additional one hundred pounds you handled
without much effort."
"I told you Denny, it wasn't much effort on my part. I'm really feeling
strong tonight."


Terry looked at me and smiled. "I'm gonna fuck you in a few seconds but if
bouncing those bags off of my chest can make your dick stronger give it
your best shot." She said.  "You're gonna need the strongest dick you ever
had."

"I mean it Denny as hard as you can throw it, you won't hurt me."
Terry set her feet in position so that the impact of the shot bag wouldn't
drive her rearward.

As I said before, I'm a big guy and I could put some power behind throwing
a twenty five pound bag of shot. I put all my strength behind the throw and
the bag hit Terry in the right pectoral.  The bag made a dull thud as it
hit her and simply bounced off and landed on the floor.

"Got any more of those?"  Terry asked.

I gathered the other three bags up and asked Terry.  "Are you sure?"  "I'd
rather not hurt you."

She laughed.  "Did it look like you hurt me?" "Denny, this is gonna be like
getting a little chest massage."

I hefted another bag of shot and moved within five feet of Terry's chest.
I wound up and threw the bag with all of my strength and hit Terry dead
center in the chest. Terry grunted as the bag hit her and the bag fell
harmlessly to the floor.

"Com'on Denny!  Put some power into it."  Terry chided me.

"Ok, you asked for it."  I said.

I lifted a bag of shot and walked all the way across the room away from
Terry. I started to run toward her while at the same time cocking my arm
like a shot putter. At the last second, within four feet of the mighty
Amazon, I launched the bag into her left tit.  I could see her pecs flex as
she anticipated the bag striking her. She grunted as the bag hit and the
bag just seemed to bounce off of her left tit.

Terry laughed as she rubbed her chest.  "Rubbing my chest makes my pussy
wet Denny, look my pussy is soaked."

"Pick up two of those bags and slam them into my chest, it makes me feel
good." "In a few more minutes I'm going to take that big cock, so rub me
some more Denny."

I picked up a bag in each hand and slammed them into her chest.  I was
amazed that she seemed to be enjoying so much force as though it was a body
massage. I was turned on at watching such a display of strength and she was
turned on because her chest was being stimulated. It was amazing!!!!

I dropped the bags on the floor and began to message her chest with my
hands. "Do it harder Denny!"  She kept saying.
We stood facing each other and we both paused for a second.  Then we
attacked each other in a wild embrace.  She stuck her tongue down my throat
and I did my best to suck it.

Terry broke off our embrace and turned her back toward me. She bent forward
and let her panties slide to the floor then she kicked them to the side.
All that she was wearing was her calve high boots.  She walked a few steps
to the pool table and grabbed the end of it with both hands.  She spread
her legs apart and bent forward.  She flexed her glutes and made her ass
dance by simply flexing her well developed muscles. Her ass was cut from
marble and her back appeared to be a yard wide.

"I told you that I'd take care of that big cock."  Terry said.
"Slam it into to me Big Boy!"

The sexual tension had been building all night.  I didn't even remove my
trousers I just pulled down my fly and plowed my big swollen cock into her
soaking wet pussy.  In the past some girls had screamed as I tried to put
my thick cock into them, but Terry took it into her pussy in one gulp! I
pounded her so hard that I actually lifted her on to her "tip toes" with my
dick. I wish I could say that I pounded on her for quite awhile, but in
reality it was more like five minutes.
We were both so hot that we climaxed at the same time. I growled as I
climaxed and Terry sounded like a Dragon as she "got off". She roared!  She
squeezed my dick as she climaxed with her pussy muscles. It felt like a
hand was gripping my cock. It felt GREAT!  I thought that Terry was going
to push the pool table through the wall!

As we finished someone began to knock on the door.  "It's probably Pat."
Terry said. "She must have forgotten something."

I thought that Terry would run for cover, or at least cover herself with
her blouse. But she just stood and reached for a towel to wipe the sweat
from her face and the cum that was running from her pussy. She appeared
that she was an athlete that had completed a monumental feat and was simply
wiping the sweat from her brow.

"Denny, Pat's seen me nude before and she knows that I was gonna fuck you
tonight so get the damn door."

The door was not in the line of site of the pool table where Terry stood so
I figured that I could rid of Pat quickly. I was beginning to get another
hard on and I was going to do some marathon fucking as soon as I got back
to Terry.

Terry was fashioning a pillow out of the bags of shot so that I could fuck
her on the pool table when I returned.

"Denny, if you want some more of this, hurry up and answer the door and get
rid of Pat." "I'm just getting started.  There's a lot of pussy to handle
here. You told me that you can fuck all night so get rid of her then we'll
see how long that you can last."  She smiled.

I was in a hurry and I should have opened the door with more caution. But I
was thinking with my dick.
I opened the door fully expecting to see Pat. The face I saw was not Pat's.
I felt a blunt object hit me square in the solar plexis. I went to my
knees. The wind had been knocked from my lungs and I had no control of my
body in order to defend myself.  I saw the assailant raise a metal
flashlight over his head and I prepared myself for a blow that was libel to
kill me.

I thought to myself. "Fuck!!!!! But at least I got to fuck Terry."

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