Georgette of the jungle

Oh no! What if she was offended? This woman could crush me like a grape in winemaking season! But such was not to be the case. I felt her right hand upon my knee, whereupon it began to move up my thigh until…

“OH DAVID! It looks like your ankle isn’t the only swollen part of your body! I may not be a doctor, but I think I can do something about THAT swelling!” And with that she swept me up, grabbed a nearby vine, and began swinging us through the jungle. As if reading my very thoughts, she reassured me on every conceivable doubt or dread.

“Don’t worry, I’d never let you fall. Like I said, I’m very fond of you. And don’t be afraid of touching me just for the pleasure of touching me. I love being touched by the right person, anywhere, anytime. And you, David, could very well be the right person. Enjoy the ride, we’ll be there in no time!”

I assumed “there” to be Ogani Village, and rather hoped that “no time” might linger. I quickly learned to time the transition from one vine to the next, for as she switched from one arm to the other, I would catch the new load-bearing arm and feel it swell bigger and harder than the last. It dawned on me that light as my 185 pound body must have felt to her, moving her own frame through the jungle in this manner and at this pace must be one great exercise for her. I then realized that it didn’t matter where I touched her, the muscle would suddenly erupt, exploding into a glorious display of surrealistic proportions. I looked into her eyes and she gave a knowing smile, shoving by head between her inviting breasts, her free hand guiding my left hand into her dampening crotch.

She moaned and whispered, “I haven’t had a man in years. I hope you don’t mind taking a small detour.” Like, I was going to mind ANYTHING this woman wanted. We suddenly touched down on a flat ledge in a tree high above the jungle floor. We were outside an elaborate tree house, almost as impressive as Georgie’s body. OK, it wasn’t nearly THAT impressive, but it had two stories, a large waterbed, wall to wall carpeting, walk-in closets, Jacuzzi, fireplace… and a 300 watt stereo. I looked in disbelief, to which she shrugged her massive shoulders, and said “I may have turned my back on civilization, but I gotta have my tunes!” She grabbed my pants and yanked them down, exposing a sticky mess that should have embarrassed me no end. I don’t know HOW many times I had come on my way to her jungle retreat. She didn’t seem to care and neither did I.

“Did I cause all THAT?” she mocked, ripping off her top. The she flexed first her left pectoral, then her right, and back and forth causing her breasts to bounce up and down and my member to bounce up, up and up again! Georgie grabbed me, threw me down on the bed and jammed her tongue down my throat performing the closest thing to a tonsillectomy I’d ever experienced. No anesthetic required! I found the strength to yank her bottom off, and penetrated her once, twice…

I admit, I’ve never been really great at sex. At Yale I never did well with the women. But DAMN! That woman brought out the best in me. Several times. The daylight faded. The fire in the fireplace dimmed. As my eyelids grew heavy, I nestled my head between her enormous breasts, I on my right side, she on her left, my arms draped around her right upper arm. She gave one last flex, and it seemed all I could do to get my arms around the massive boulder that resulted. Damn, she was gorgeous. Damn, she was big. I had come to realize the two were synonymous. I came one last time and drifted off to a peaceful sleep.

I awoke with the dawn and found the muscle goddess standing over me, naked as the night before, her gigantic muscles glistening in the rising sunlight. She held a glass out to me.

“Drink this” she said as I came to my senses. I complied with her wishes.

“Mmmm, what is it?” I asked. “Some magical, mystical elixir?”

She laughed a cool, clear, loving laugh. “Hardly! Just a jungle version of mouthwash!”

And with that she kissed me with a passion and zeal that harkened to the night before.

“Your ankle looks better, but you still seem to have that other nasty swelling. Let’s see what we can do about that.”

“Georgie,” I started after climaxing for one last time, “I hope you don’t mind me saying so, but you seem even bigger than yesterday if that’s possible!”

She stepped back, raised both arms and flexed one arm, then the other, then the first again, reminding me of a piston engine, finally settling into what I later came to know as a so-called “double biceps” pose. My GOD she was huge! Again, she seemingly read my thoughts, satisfying my curiosity.

“I’ve been up since about 4:00 this morning getting ready for you. According to my scale I’m at about 350 pounds, but I think it’s about 25 pounds light. Do you realize that the biggest male body builders have upper arms about 22 or 23 inches? Right now, these are well over 40! Come feel.”

I stepped forward and found myself barely able to wrap my arms around the structure that was her right upper arm. Her biceps was like a cannonball and the underlying triceps a mass of iron to match. I moved my touch over her preposterously broad shoulder and to her chest. Georgie’s pectorals came to life on cue, rolling wave after wave of erotic muscle under my trembling hand.

Suddenly, I felt myself being gently lifted up from underneath, as her massive thigh had slid between my legs. She flexed it, enlarging it to the point I could barely straddle it. Then with a quick relaxation and burst of tension, she shot me about 5 feet into the air and I found myself sitting atop the 40+ inch mass of her arm! She then proceeded to flex me up and down like I was riding a bloody horse!!

After all the times I’d come over the past 24 hours, I was hard once again, and quickly shot my load in the air. Fantastically, she caught it in her mouth and swallowed in an audible gulp as I landed softly on the bed, exhausted. Glancing at her pumped chest, she said “I thought I might go back to the States and enter a bodybuilding contest or two, but I think the sight of these 120-inch wonders would make the judges freak."

“Here’s a jungle riddle for you… what’s a zebra?”

“Uh… I don’t know,” I said, “what IS a zebra?”

“The largest size! And about what I’d have to wear to cover these, which I’d really prefer to show off. It really pisses off the Ogani missionary, but hey – life isn’t perfect!” I must say that right about then for me it was. With that she put me down, put on her leopard skin bikini and motioned me toward my clothes.

“It’s time to get you back to the village, lover.”

I put on my clothes, propped myself up in her massive arms and once again entrusted life and limb to this muscular wonder. She grabbed a vine and off we went.

All too soon we touched down within sight of Ogani. I looked at her with longing eyes. “I’d like to stay with you. I have no desire to leave civilization, but given the choice, I’ll take you, Georgette.” Damn, I must have sounded like a wuss. She just smiled. “No, you go back. Give this about a month of time to put it in perspective and then if you still miss all this (she again flexed herself beyond description) you can come back for a visit.”

“How will I find you?” I pleaded.

“Come back to Ogani,” she said. “From there news travels fast. Just don’t set out to find me. I don’t want you getting lost again!”

I had to ask.

“Georgette, you were obviously like nothing I’ve ever experienced. You said you hadn’t been with a man for a long time, yet you’re obviously a woman of great passion. I damn near died from all the exertion, yet you obviously had to hold back. What did you see in me and how do you do without?”

She looked me dead in the eyes. “I’m glad you enjoyed it. Between your love of the land and your physical adoration, nobody ever touched me like you. And as for doing without, I didn’t. I just said I hadn’t been with a man.” Then she whispered in my ear. My jaw dropped. I turned and, in a daze, walked back to the village as she returned to her beloved jungle. But off in the distance I could barely make out her parting words.

“DON’T BE GONE TOO LONG! I WAS JUST KIDDING ABOUT THE GORILLAS!”