GEORGETTE OF THE JUNGLE! |
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It was
the end. I was tired, half starved, thoroughly lost, and did I mention that I
had somehow strategically placed myself between a baby rhino and her irate
mother? Trapped as I was in the local vegetation, my ankle seriously
twisted, I had no hope of escape. |
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Pushing
up from underneath, she threw the enraged creature over my head and into a
large briar patch some 20 yards or so the other side of me. Remarkably
unhurt, the confused rhinoceros scrambled to its feet and looked to its baby,
then to us, trying to decide if the threat had passed or whether it needed to
charge again. My savior quickly strode to my side and let out a yell
that would have made Tarzan proud! The woman then relaxed,
turned her eyes downward toward me, and smiled. I only wished I could smile
back, but I was simply awestruck, more than I’d never imagined I could
be. I had never dreamed there could exist such a combination of beauty
and power all rolled into one package. She was a black woman of
long, flowing hair, flawless complexion, and a smile to light up the darkest
African midnight. About my height, perhaps a bit shorter (I being 5’
10”) she possessed a physique the likes of which I never imagined. |
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Covered
in a scandalously tiny hand-made leopard skin bikini, her body was a massive
fortress of muscle upon muscle upon yet more muscle. Not an ounce of
fat could be seen. I never had any particular interest in body
building, men’s or women’s, but I had seen the covers of the magazines in
grocery stores. |
Yet I saw
in this mass of bulges nothing unsightly or unfeminine. Truth be told,
(and how do I put this delicately,) the top of her bikini was, shall we say,
working overtime? Even compared to her immense musculature, her breasts
would have to be considered huge, being much larger than the largest
surgically enhanced stripper on the circuit and with a look so firm I guessed
someone could easily crack an egg on them! I finally regained some
semblance of composure and attempted to communicate. “I - - I don’t
suppose you speak any English, but I hope the tone of my voice will
communicate my eternal gratitude.” She pulled me up, then
bent down to my right ankle, took the vines that held me captive and gently
snapped them, setting me free. I had tried in vain to break them for some
time before the rhino had spotted me, but couldn’t begin to make
headway. They were almost an inch thick and quite green, yet to her they
offered no resistance. |
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“Ooooh, your ankle is
terribly swollen! I’d better get you back to where ever it is you need
to go. Where is that?” she asked, she now looking up at me, her lovely eyes
filled with concern. “Third, in following you
for the last day and a half I’ve become quite fond of you. I saw the
little episode where you took the time to remove the thorn from that baby
lion’s paw, all the time looking out for its mother knowing full well she’d
kill you if she found you out. You have a heart as big as the African
planes and you needn’t speak of repaying me. I love this land and
anyone who shares that love.” |
Between
the “to me” and the “at all”, Georgette struck a pose that made
my knees weak. She tucked her hands behind her head, elbows extended
wide, placed her right ankle in front of her left, raised herself up
upon her toes, and flexed. I was in a state of utter disbelief. I
swear, the biceps were as big as her head. Not her whole upper arm, just
the biceps! I had thought nothing could show itself from behind
her incredible breasts. I don’t know the body-builder terms for
the muscles involved, but her back easily managed the feat. Had
they been wings, she could surely fly! The act of raising her arms had lifted her incredible bosom up above her collarbone, yet it was clear they were supported by chest muscles that knew no bounds. Underneath was displayed an abdominal region that would surely repel a cannon shot from a distance of a few feet, shattering it to pieces; two columns, three rows each, protruding like massive cobblestones of iron. As for her thighs, I saw massive slabs of steel erupt in glorious formation of symmetry and power that defied the imagination. Each converged upon a knee that quickly gave way to a calf flared out to a size that rivaled that of my entire torso. My upbringing was such that I had always considered the female to be the weaker sex. |
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My
preconceived notions of masculinity and femininity were being suddenly turned
inside out and upside down as Georgie simply stood there, those haunting eyes
boring a hole through my soul, her rich, full lips inviting my arrival, the
unbelievable size and power reminding me that I dare not offend. The
Amazon Queen (yeah, I know this is Africa and the Amazon is in South America,
but cut me some slack for heaven’s sake!) then softened her expression, if
not her pose, twisted to her left 180o and lowered her elbows, continuing her
flex. Although every last muscle seemed to have a life of its own, it
was at times difficult to tell where, for instance her shoulder left off and
her back began. That back looked like it could be used as an aircraft
carrier, capable of landing a Boeing 747, and her calves daring me to just run
my fingers between the twin lumps of iron. |
And her
biceps… oh those biceps! Georgie somehow glanced over her right
shoulder and no doubt saw me with my mouth agape, just staring at those
biceps. She took her right fist, a fist that could no doubt
shatter a boulder with the slightest intent, and rotated it a little to
the left, a little to the right…
“Now that we’ve
got THAT straight, what’s YOUR name?” |
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