Lisa: Part 2
(By popular demand, this is a continuation of my first story.)
"Let's hold each other until you're ready again," Lisa said.
I was ready now, but holding Lisa for awhile seemed like a great
idea. We laid back down on the bed, and I wrapped my arms around
her. We began to kiss, and I marveled at what seemed like an
incredible irony: The softness of her lips, combined with the
hardness of her body. And her body was incredibly hard. It felt
like smooth, warm marble. When she moved, I could feel her
"I must be the luckiest guy on the face of the earth."
"Why do you say that?" she asked. I blushed. I must have been
"You are the sexiest, most incredible woman I've met, and ..." I
couldn't finish. She smiled, and kissed me. "You're not so bad
She asked me to hold her as tight as I could. "Don't worry, you
can't hurt me," she quickly added. I knew she was right, so I
hugged her with all of my might. I felt her back, hard as stone,
and her abdominal muscles, pressed against mine. Her front was
as hard as her back, except where her breasts added a touch of
softness against my chest.
"Ummm, that feels good," she said. "Yes, it does." She looked
at me with a twinkle in her eye, and I smiled. "You hold me as
tight as you can," I said.
"No, I could hurt you. Very badly," she responded. "I could
accidentally break bones."
"Well, I'll tell you if you're hurting me, and then you can
stop," I said. Her arms were wrapped around my upper torso.
Lisa sighed, and kissed me gently. Then I felt her arms begin to
tighten. I kissed her tenderly.
"Now tell me if it hurts," she said. It didn't. It felt good.
I moved my hands up and down her back. The muscles on her back
and sides were very, very hard, but her skin was so smooth. I
continued to kiss her, on the lips, on the cheek. Her arms were
getting tighter, and I could feel her breasts compacting against
my chest. I could feel that she had thick muscle under her
I continued to hold her as tight as I could, and continued to
kiss her, more frenetically. Lisa's arms started getting
tighter, and suddenly, I noticed that I was having some
difficulty breathing. "Let me know," she said. "No, it's okay,"
I gasped back. She suddenly increased her grip, and it knocked
all of the air out of me. I tried to inhale, but I couldn't. My
arms got weak, and I couldn't hold her tightly anymore. The room
began to spin.
I tried to tell Lisa to stop, but I had no air in my lungs to
make any sound. I began to feel a distinct pain in my ribcage,
as it began to strain under her python-like grip. "What did I
get myself into," I thought, and panicked. I tried to wriggle
out of her grip, but I couldn't move. I began tapping her on the
back frantically. The room was spinning quickly now, and I was
in some serious pain.
Lisa immediately loosened her grip, and I began to gasp for air.
"Oh, my God, I'm so sorry," she said. "I didn't realize you
wanted me to stop."
"I lost my wind, I couldn't tell you," I said. I saw tears in
her eyes. The room was slowing down, and I reached up to wipe
the tears away. As I did, I felt a sharp pain in my side. I
winced and groaned. "It's alright," I said. "I asked for it.
Come here." I put my right hand behind her neck and tried to
pull her toward me. Instead, I pulled myself off the bed. "Lean
forward," I asked. She did, and I was once again on the bed. I
began to kiss her lips, and then her eyes. "You're crying.
Don't cry." She began kissing me back. "Did I hurt you?"
"Only when I laugh," I responded, and chuckled. I felt a sharp
pain go up my side, but hid it -- not very well, apparently.
"I'm so sorry."
"Hey, I'll live."
She put her arms back around me, but didn't squeeze at all, I
noticed. I kissed her. "I won't break," I told her. "Yes, you
will," she said.
"Really, don't worry about it." I hugged her as tight as I
could, and make extra efforts not to let her know that my side
was hurting while I did it. "Let's take a shower," I said.
Lisa got off the bed, and as I tried to do the same, my side
hurt, and I fell back to the bed.
"Here, let me help," she said, and before I could say anything,
she slipped her hands under my back and legs and hoisted me off
the bed in one fluid motion. I put my arm around her neck and
gave her a peck on the cheek. "How odd this must look," I
thought to myself. "A tiny little girl cradling a much larger
man in her arms like a baby." But, of course, this was no
ordinary "little girl."
I brushed my hand across her soft hair and we began to kiss, more
passionately. Her kisses were something else. I felt myself go
totally limp in her arms, as she cradled me in them and we
continued to kiss. "You can put me down if I'm getting heavy," I
said. "You're kidding, right?" she smiled. "How strong are you,
anyway, Lisa?" I asked.
"I know, but how strong is 'very strong'?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, have you ever tried to objectively measure your strength?"
"You mean, like, in a gym with weights?"
"Yes, how much in the way of bench presses, deadlifts, and the
"I told you, All of the weights in the gym got too light for me."
"You mean, you weren't joking about that?"
"No," she answered.
"Yeah, but you can easily load 800 or 900 pounds on a free weight
bar," I said.
"Yes, I know."
"Well, but how about bicep curls?"
"Well," she responded, "you can't load more than about 225 pounds
onto a dumbell."
Suddenly, I was incredibly turned on again. Amazing how that
just happens. "Well, I weigh about 240," I said, and smiled.
Lisa put me back down on the bed.
"Reach over and lock your fingers behind your knees," she
commanded. I kneeled on the bed and did so. She then quickly
slipped her right forearm under my abdomen and cranked out 20
reps with me as her "dumbell." I looked up at her. She wasn't
even winded. "That is impressive. How in the heck did you get
so strong?" I asked. "I don't know. I was born strong," she
responded. "From the time I was a little girl, I could lift
impressive weights. I guess I just got stronger as I got older."
I kissed her hand, and ran my finger down the indentation in the
inside of her forearm.
Then I put my hands on her shoulders and climbed up onto her,
reverse piggyback-style. She put her right hand under my rear
end and giggled. "To the showers," I commanded. I rode her all
the way there.
We climbed in and let the warm water caress our bodies. The
warmth felt good. I pulled out the brush, and coated it with
soap. Then I touched the back of Lisa's neck, ever so lightly,
with the soapy brush. Her body tensed up, and I saw every muscle
and the sides of her ribcage jump out from her skin. "Back of
the neck." I made a mental note. I ran the brush lightly down
the indentation of Lisa's spine. I could feel her shudder. Lisa
backed up, pressing me against the shower wall with her back.
She turned her head, and I leaned my head forward, over her
shoulder, as we began to kiss. I dropped the brush and wrapped
my arms around her, pressing lightly on her breasts. Then I
lathered up my hands with the soap. I began to run my soaped
hands up and down her front while she still had her back to me,
pressing me against the wall. I could feel her body shudder each
time I came close to her breasts. "Your breasts are very
sensitive, aren't they?" I asked. "Very," she gasped back.
"Turn around," I said. She complied. I began kissing her
clavicle, and worked my way down.
Lisa put her hands flat against the shower wall. I soaped my
hands some more, and then began running my right hand slowly
along the left side of her ribcage. At the same time, I began
kissing and licking her right breast, being careful to avoid the
nipple. Lisa began to pant, and I knew what was coming next.
Then I began kissing and licking her left breast, also avoiding
the nipple, and running my left hand up and down her right side.
"That feels so good, don't stop," she said. "Don't worry," I
I moved my left hand onto her right breast, and pressed it as I
kissed the nipple on her left breast. "Ohhh," she moaned and
shuddered, and fell back against the wall of the shower. Her
knees went soft and she collapsed to the shower floor. I kneeled
down and wrapped my arms around that incredible torso, weakened
but still hard as a rock, and lifted her back up against the
wall. She put her hands around my head, and pulled me to her
face. She kissed me, hard. I continued to run my hands along
her side, like chiseled marble, and she was pumping her waist as
we kissed. I wrapped my arms around her and squeezed as hard as
I could. She moaned. She reached her hand down and began to
stroke my penis. "Why, you have a hard on!" she giggled. This
time it was my turn to moan. "Let's have a look!" she said.
Lisa reached her hand down between my legs and lifted me with one
hand until my waist was at her eye level. I rested my hands on
her shoulders and felt her muscles ripple. "Is that for me?" she
asked. "No, it's for the milkman," I joked back.
She pressed my back against the shower wall, and wrapped her
hands around my waist. Then she stepped back and buried my erect
penis in her hair. She slowly lowered me over her forehead, and
her nose. She kissed the tip, and I shuddered. "Let's see,
where are you most sensitive?" she asked. "Anywhere you touch
me," I gasped back. She ran her tongue along the underside of my
penis and I felt the room begin to spin again. Then she held me
up against her face and began to lower me, along her body. I
felt my penis touch her neck, her breasts, her abdominal muscles.
Then she began to lift me again. I closed my eyes and ran my
hands along her arms. Her triceps were bulging out like
horseshoes, and her shoulders were round and hard. Then I felt
her erect nipple against the underside of my penis. She moved me
slowly up and down, and we both moaned, simultaneously. I ran my
hands up, along her neck and cupped her face in my hands. She
kissed my stomach. I leaned over and kissed the top of her head.
"I want to kiss you," I said. She lowered me to the floor and we
began kissing, strongly, passionately. I soaped up my right hand
again and began running it over her left nipple. I soaped my
left hand, wrapped it around her, and began moving it along her
spine. I felt the warm water of the shower against Lisa's back
and the back of my hand. Lisa wrapped both hands around me, both
of us kissing frantically, and she pressed me up against the
shower wall. She reached one hand down and put me inside her. I
thrust forward, and she shuddered for a second. Then she
squeezed my penis and I felt a second of pain, until she let up.
I reached down and ran my hand along the inside of her leg. I
felt a deep indentation between her quadriceps and her hamstrings
that was appearing and disappearing as she began to pump. We
both began to moan, and just as I felt her beginning to climax, I
reached over and turned off the hot water. I felt her whole body
tense up and she pulled me against her, hard. I began to climax,
and at that point I noticed that she was holding me so tight that
I couldn't breathe again. As I climaxed, I lost consciousness.
I woke up on the bed, Lisa lying next to me with her hand on my
shoulder. I smiled. "That was fun," I said. She giggled, and
End of Part 2
The ShadowSharon Best