CHAPTER 8 “TERRY THE STRENGTH QUEEN”
IF YOU NEED YOUR CAR MOVED DON’T PANIC…..CALL “TERRY P”

BY: DENNY K
Dennyk1024_2000@yahoo.com

As I have noted in My Prologue to this story, I met Terry as she was “cruising”
with her friends on an unusually warm early spring afternoon. If it had not been
warm day, Terry wouldn’t have been wearing her summer clothes, and I would have
thought that she was a nice but typical chubby girl. Seeing her “raw power”
peeking out of her summer clothing had changed all of that. I admit that I was
smitten by this Amazon and I asked her where she hung out. She told me that
until the weather warmed up, her favorite “haunt” was the Croatian Club. Here in
Western Pennsylvania we still have nationality clubs. That is, clubs that tend
to cater to people of a particular decent or nationality.  For example the club
to which I refer to in the story pertains to the people of Croatian decent.  
Most of these clubs are fraternal organizations as they sell insurance and
maintain a club for socializing.  Dances are quite popular and some people model
their weekends toward attending club affairs.  The club is closed to most
outsiders, and a doorman keeps all but members from entering. With no threat
from our state liquor control board the serving of alcohol to just about
everyone occurs.

I’ve found that this drinking led people to become even bigger assholes than
usual, and to be meaner and more disrespectful than I was used to. Keep in mind
that these people had grown up together and had never had much social
interaction with other, more diverse groups of people. This group and the people
in her high school were the only groups of people that Terry had ever interacted
with.

Terry had given me her phone number and I called to see if I could set up a
date. We spoke that first time for an hour or so. Terry told me that she was
leaving for Florida with some friends in a few days. I asked to see if we could
get together before she left. She agreed and I could tell that she was excited
about her upcoming trip. Terry suggested that we could get together for a drink
at the local Croatian club on Saturday if I wished.  I told her that I would be
there. We continued to talk and I learned that our mutual friend Pat was going
on the trip also. Pat and Terry had grown up together and I had met Pat at a
martial arts class. I had great respect for her abilities.  She could hold her
own with any man her size and had a few kicks that could floor almost anyone.  I
know, I had spared with her on a few occasions and had felt a few of her kicks.
Although Pat was very attractive we never felt a sexual attraction between us,
we became friends because of our common interest in the fighting arts.  Pat was
always trying to set me up with her girlfriends, and when she found out that I
loved muscular women Terry seemed to appear.
I smiled to myself, but the fact that Terry appeared from nowhere made we wonder
how Pat had worked in the background. 

Terry mentioned that her cousin Julie was also going on the trip.  Pat had tried
to set me up with Julie, THE BODY, but our schedules never met. Pat told me that
Julie was a real “wild woman” and would be quite a bit of fun to date.  I didn’t
know if I could handle dating an exotic dancer, but a quality physique is always
interesting.

Now that I met Terry I put that plan on hold, but I still wanted to meet Julie
simply out of curiosity.  Terry told me that Julie planned on dancing in some of
the gentleman’s clubs because she heard that she could make some good money
during spring break.  Terry laughed. “Wait till you meet my cousin Julie.” “Guys
make asses out of themselves around her.”

Terry told me that she was anxious because she had never been away from home
before, but she needed some time away.  She had bought some new clothes and she
wanted to try some new things.
“Denny.”  “I’ve been around this town with the same set of friends, same dance
at the club every weekend.”  “I’m bored with my life.” “I’m going to Florida to
see something new and try some wild things I’ve always wanted to do.  “I want to
let myself go and enjoy myself.”
We talked some more and finally said good night, I was looking forward to
Saturday night where I could finally get a chance to meet and talk with Terry
for a length of time.

Saturday finally arrived and I dressed and went to the club.
I arrived at the dance but I had a hard time getting in, I knew some of the
musicians and they got me past the doorman.  I saw Terry and worked my way
toward her table. She had the look of surprise on her face as I sat down.
“I didn’t know if you would really come.” Terry said.
I must have had a puzzled look on my face as I said. “Why wouldn’t I?”
“One thing that you will learn about me Terry is that I keep my word, when I say
that I’m coming, I’ll be there.”

Terry smiled and said. “Thanks for coming.”

The last time I saw Terry she was in shorts and a golf shirt.  Seeing her in a
club setting was quite a change.
Terry looked great in full makeup with a fancy haircut and her perfume smelled
great. Her dress was a tight and very low cut knit. She was so lean I could
count every rib that the low cut neck line showed. I complimented her on her
“Look” and her “Outfit” and she seemed genuinely flattered but somewhat
uncomfortable.
“I’m stretching this material to the limit.” Terry said. “But Pat told me that
you like my muscles, so I wore this for you.”
“You’re not just saying that you like big girls with muscles are you?” Terry
asked.

 “Terr, although I don’t know you well yet, I have to admit that your physique
is quite attractive to me.”  “I’ve never seen such development on a woman.”
 “And you look really hot in that dress.”
I complimented her on her fit of clothing. “You must have one hell of a
seamstress.”
“If I may ask, where did you get such a hot looking dress?”
Terry smiled. “Well it’s a long story.” 
 “First I have to buy a dress three of four sizes too big and then have it
altered.” “Three of four fittings and many dollars later I have a new outfit.”

“Well if that dress is the result, then it was worth the time and effort.”
I replied.

“Thanks but there’s not much choice when you’re built like me.” Terry said. I
noticed a touch of sarcasm in her voice.

“However, Denny this dress came right off the rack.”
 “Pat helped me pick this out and insisted that I buy a dress two sizes too
small for me.”  But because it’s a knit I managed to stretched it onto my big
frame.”  “This dress shows every curve and muscle in my body and the hem comes
up to my ass.” “I hope you don’t think that I’ve overdone it with the dress.”
Terry kept pulling the hem of the dress down as she sat, but it was hopeless,
the dress was so short that it kept riding up to her pussy.

I smiled and said, “The tighter and shorter the better.”
Terry looked at me and smiled.

Every time I complimented her on her muscular build, she would get `a little
defensive.  She hated the way she was built and would lament to me how she
wished she could wear some of the current fashions.
“Denny.”   “I wish I could wear one of those mini-shirts or a tiny bikini and
not attract attention.”  “But with this big body I’m stuck with long skirts,
blouses, and one piece bathing suits.”  “This is the first time I’ve ever worn a
dress like this and I have to admit that I’m a little uncomfortable, and all of
my friends are looking at me.”  “Did you notice them staring at us from across
the room?”

“Pardon my English Terr.” I told her. “But I could give a fuck what they think.” 
“I’m not here to impress them.”  “I’m here to be with you.”

I asked her to dance and was surprised at her short stature, I knew that she was
only five foot one, at the most, but even with heels I was well over a head
taller than her and I’m only five foot ten.  But her thickness was also a
surprise. I could not get my arms around her upper body, even under her arms as
we danced, she is indeed massive. The dress she wore was really short and showed
off her muscular ass and legs.  With such size and thickness Terry walked with
what I would call the “Bodybuilder Waddle”.  Putting all of that size on such a
short frame encumbered a graceful walk and many people misinterpreted this as
awkwardness.  In a setting where Terry had the opportunity to use her big body
and muscles this could prove fatal for an opponent.  Her legs and ass were huge
but matched the rest of her big body perfectly. I liked the fact that Terry had
trouble crossing her legs because of their size. Her shoulders were as wide as
her ass and her proportioning was extremely good with such a large and thick
body. I thought that she was SMOKIN’ but I like big muscular women. Her biceps
and forearms bulged as she held me. The sleeves of her dress were stretched to
almost bursting. As we danced I felt her body and it was rock solid, no loose
skin around her waist or ass. You can reason from her description and short
stature that she could not “pull off” the mini skirt that she was wearing
without attracting attention. These fashions simply made her look FAT to someone
who couldn’t see that she was an extremely muscular woman. But I liked how she
looked, but Terry’s “friends” couldn’t appreciate a woman of such size.

I noticed that some people stared at us as we walked from the dance floor. I
didn’t say anything to Terry but it made me a little uncomfortable.

I only knew how to slow dance but Terry enjoyed dancing the folk dances done
here at the club. I marveled at Terry when she danced the Kolos.  These are
traditional dances that are done in a circle with very intricate steps and
finesse. Some of these dances go on and on and on. Terry would dance them all
and barely break a sweat.  She was extremely graceful for someone of her bulk,
and I was amazed at her apparent super aerobic capacity. That dress, the
dancing, and her rippling muscles as she danced were taking there affect on me.
I was getting a big stiff WOODY!!

I didn’t stand as Terry returned to the table because my big hard-on would have
attracted unwanted attention.  We had a few drinks and we began to flirt with
each other.   “Terry, I love that mini-skirt and I can only imagine what you’d
look like in a thong bikini.”  “You’re a big woman, but you’re extremely well
built.”
Terry replied. “Well, I beg to differ with you on the “well built” part, but one
thing Denny, I’m not at all fat. To tell you the truth Denny, I’ve always wanted
to wear a thong bikini or try a nude beach, but I never thought that I could
pull it off.”
“Well Terry, maybe we’ll have to give it a try sometime.” I smiled.
I thought to myself. “In my social circles she would be considered “quite a
piece of ass.”

As we were talked our friend Pat came to our table with her boyfriend.
He seemed like a nice guy but he had to leave shortly and Pat wanted to
introduce him to us before he left.  Pat and her boyfriend had brought Terry
with them and Pat asked me if she could catch a ride home with Terry and me. I
agreed and Pat went of with her boyfriend to the bar.

We talked and flirted the balance of the evening and before we knew it, the band
was playing the last dance.  The booze and Terry’s rock hard body were really
turning me on as we danced. But all good things come to an end.

Pat appeared and the three of us walked to my car.

As we left the club I noticed that my car was blocked in by an old Volkswagen
Beetle.  The rear end of the Beetle was just keeping my car from pulling out of
the parking space.  And a chain was stretched across the opening of the lot.

I asked the girls if they knew who owned the car and they both answered
“It’s Bernie’s”.  “And he also has the keys to the lock for the chain.”
Terry volunteered to go back into the club and get him as Pat and I waited.
Pat said. “We’ve told Bernie about locking that chain, so now I’m gonna have to
get it removed if we have an event here, there are other people who have to get
here cars out of here.”  “Bernie must be on a “power trip” or something with
that damn chain.”

I looked at the chain, it was a light chain just meant to keep people out of the
lot. Perhaps I could get a tire iron out of my trunk and pry it loose. I also
noticed that the lock was a cheap one, they type that you would find in a
discount dollar store.  I tried to twist it with my hand but realized that my
grip wasn’t strong enough to defeat even this cheap lock.  First I tried to pull
the chain loose with my hand.  I pulled and pulled but the chain wouldn’t give.
Then I found a pavement brick and hit the lock with it. The lock took four or
five shots from the brick but wouldn’t give.

Pat said. “Relax Denny, Terry will get your car out, you’re wasting your time.”

Terry returned a few minutes later and said.  “That asshole Bernie is passed out
and we can’t find his keys.” “Maybe we can get a cab Denny and we’ll come back
tomorrow to get your car.”

I told the girls that I needed my car in the morning and that I would call the
auto club and have a tow truck move the Volkswagen. Perhaps the driver would
have a set of bolt cutters so that I could cut the chain that kept my car in the
lot.

I began to call the auto club on my cell but Pat stopped me.  She turned to look
at Terry and said. “C’mon Terry, move the car so Denny can get out.”

I smiled and said. “OK Terry, I figured you had the keys, give me them and I’ll
move it if you don’t want to.”

Pat said. “Terry doesn’t have the keys Denny but she can move the car.”

Terry looked at Pat and said. “Please don’t Pat, you’re embarrassing me in front
of Denny.”  Terry was giving Pat a very dirty look.

Pat went on. “C’mon Terry Denny likes your big muscles show him how strong you
are.”

Terry again resisted. “Pat you know that I can’t do that in front of him.”

I was puzzled. “What the hell are you two talking about?”
I asked. “If you two have some trick, show me.”

Terry said.  “Let me go into the club again and see if I can find the keys, if
not I’ll move it.” “OK?”

Terry went into the club and I turned to Pat and said.
“What the hells going on?” “Does she have the keys or not?”

Pat laughed. “Denny, she’s not lying, she doesn’t have the keys.”
“But if she can’t find them she’s going to move that car with her bare hands and
that big body. I’ve seen her do it before.”
“As in lift and move it.”

“Bullshit Pat.”  I said. “What about the chain?” “Huh?”

I laughed. “Yeah right.” I said.  “The back end of that car weighs between seven
hundred and a thousand pounds.” “She ain’t movin’ that car without a jack.”

Pat smiled.  “Just stand here and watch.”

Terry came back a few minutes later and looked rather distraught.

“I still can’t find the keys, so I guess I’ll have to move it.”

At this point I didn’t know what to expect.

Terry kicked of her shoes, removed her coat, and handed her purse and coat to
me.

“Please hold these Denny, remember I didn’t want you to see me do this.”
“I’m embarrassed and I hope it won’t affect the way you feel about me.”

Terry walked over to the back of the Volkswagen and grabbed the back bumper.

I looked at Pat and said. “You two are kidding,” “right?”

Pat just smiled at me.

Terry bent forward she grabbed the bumper of the old Volkswagen and started to
lift. Her traps swelled and her back got even wider.  I heard her “grunt” as the
wheels left the ground. The knit dress that she was wearing couldn’t stand the
strain and it began to come apart at the seams.  I heard Terry say “shit” as the
dress ripped. Pat said. “Relax Terry, we’ll take it back and tell them that it
came apart, they’ll never know.”
She just lifted the car in one smooth motion!!!!

Then she began to walk to the left while holding the car in the air!!!

In a moment the Volkswagen was sitting sideways in the lot and I could now
remove my car.

Pat told me. “Denny, move your car and I’ll get Terry to put the Volkswagen
back.” “OK?”

Pat looked at Terry.  “You forgot the chain.”

Terry looked at me with an “I’m embarrassed look”. She went to the pillar where
the lock held the chain. She grabbed the lock with her right hand and began to
twist it. She put her whole body into it and it took her four of five times, but
the lock “snapped” and the chain fell to the ground!

“Terry. Take the chain off of the other side so he can’t relock it.” Pat said.
Terry went over to the other pillar, wrapped the chain around her hand and
placed her other hand on the pillar.

I went to where Terry was standing.  “I’ve got to see this.”I said.

She began to pull and her muscles swelled. I could tell that she was self
conscious as I watched in amazement.  I could see the links start to come open
and in less than a minute the chain snapped!  I realized that this was a light
chain, but still I’d imagine that it would take over five hundred pounds of
force to snap that chain!!

I WAS ASTOUNDED!!!!  I mean, what power!!!! I moved my car and Terry bent over,
lifted the Volkswagen and dragged it out to the curb!!!  Some twenty five
feet!!!  “I told that asshole not to block anyone in, I hope the cops tag it.” 
Terry said.  “I fix that asshole.”  I heard Terry say.
I saw her make her shoulders bulge and the left side of the bumper sag to the
ground while the right side of the bumper was moving away from the ground.
She was “twisting” the bumper with her bare hands!!!!
As Terry turned back toward us, I noticed the bumper twisted to an unusual
angle.
Terry laughed. “It will take him awhile to straighten that out.”

I must have sounded like an overwhelmed fan, as I kept voicing my amazement at
Terry’s strength. Pat looked at me as she left my car and said,
“Denny, you ain’t seen nothing yet.” 


Terry and me we alone in the car and I reached over to give her a kiss
goodnight.  To my surprise as we kissed she stuck her tongue down my throat and
was very aggressive as we made out.  “If my parents weren’t home, I’d invite you
in and show you some more of me.” “Rub my Pussy.”
I pulled her mini skirt up and put my hand in her panties. Her pussy felt like
and oven!!!  I put my middle finger into her and I found myself with two, three,
four fingers in her pussy while her moans got louder and louder.
“Harder…harder!” She said as she moaned.  I found as her pussy got hotter and
wetter it grew and grew.  I was using my whole fist and she reached organism. It
sounded like a Dragon as she got off!

In a minute Terry recovered and it was though nothing happened. She pulled her
dress down and wiped the perspiration from her face.

“Remember Den that was just a warm up.” She laughed. “Wait till I get back.”


After a few more minutes we called it a night. I wished her a safe trip and made
her promise to call me on her return.
She promised that we would hook up again when she returned. She told me that a
big dance was going to happen in a few weeks. She mentioned that we could meet
at the club when she returned.  Terry said she’d call me when she returned from
Florida.  I noted the date and promised Terry I would be there. I’d hoped that
she would call when she returned. She did.  She reminded me of the dance the
date and the time and I promised that I would meet her there.