The Amazonian Jungle Queen
By cobbk5@yahoo.com
Two hunters are crushed to death, the third experiences muscle sex of a lifetime.  

We had been hunting in the jungle for days. I was not convinced we weren’t lost, but the 
guide and my buddy insisted they knew where we were. I still was not convinced, but I 
wasn’t particularly worried either. We had supplies enough to keep us for two weeks, 
plus we had the best hunting and survival gear money could buy, and we were all very 
good hunters. We were confident we could survive indefinitely out in the wild, lost or 
not. So I quit worrying about it.  We had been on the trail of a big jungle cat the better 
part of the day, and he took us deeper and deeper into the steamy jungle.

I watched the guide and my buddy consult their topographical map, and their GPS 
receiver more and more frequently. I began to chuckle to myself – yep, they were lost but 
their male egos forbid they say anything about it, so I didn’t press it. Okay, so maybe our 
vacation just got a little longer, but we were having a good time. At least we were, all that 
was about to change.

I need to digress a minute. Before we entered this portion of the jungle, we talked to 
several locals in the area. By locals, I mean natives, savages if you will. Well, we didn’t 
talk to them, but the guide understood their tongue – sort of. At least enough to get some 
useful information, but they kept on going on and on about warning us, some kind of 
jungle voodoo, or folklore, or something, but they were quite animated about it, and 
seemed serious. My friend and I both asked the guide what that was about, but he just 
laughed at them. “Aw, they’re mumbling some crap about an Amazon woman who lives 
in these parts. Sounds like a female Tarzan. She’s supposed to be the queen of the jungle 
or some such shit. Man, the way they said it, if I could understand half of what they said, 
she’s supposed to be like some super woman with incredible strength. It’s total bullshit. 
They just don’t want us hunting here, and they’re trying to scare us away. Well, it’s not 
working, let’s hit the road.”  That was over a week ago, and here we were in the middle 
of this stinking jungle, and totally lost. Worse, the trail of the lion was getting cold.

We were standing there in the heat, arguing about where we were, where was the lion, 
how the hell did we get in this mess, when suddenly we heard a sound that made our 
blood run cold. It wasn’t a scream exactly, or a yell, but something more savage, more 
animal, but distinctly human – but most of all – female. It seemed to come from nowhere, 
and everywhere all at once. What’s more, when it – she, made that sound, the jungle went 
deathly quiet. There wasn’t an animal sound heard, not even an insect. That was freaky. 
What, or who could cause that? Moments later, when our lives changed forever, we 
found out. 

Out of nowhere, she appeared, she was real, the queen of the jungle. She was the most 
beautiful creature I had ever laid eyes on, and I’d seen a lot. But more than that, she was 
the most muscular, yet at the same time feminine specimen I’d ever seen, and she was 
totally naked. Her breasts thrust out proudly from her muscular upper torso. Her arms 
were thick with muscle, even bulging though unflexed at the moment, her hands on her 
hips. Her hips were powerful and round, leading down to bowling ball muscles which 
were her glutes. But what took my breath away were her legs. They were twin towers of 
powerful, thick, ripped muscles, and she wasn’t even flexing yet. She stood in our path, 
we were speechless, our jaws hanging open, probably drool coming out. We didn’t know 
what to do. She said something in a tongue that none of us understood, but was extremely 
melodic, musical. Her tone was feminine, not deep like so many steroid laden 
bodybuilding women I’d seen. Her muscles were all real, 100% beef as they say, and as 
we were about to find out, even stronger than they looked. She repeated what she said, 
and gestured back in the direction we had come. 
 
It was obvious she was not pleased, and she wanted us to leave her domain most likely. 
My buddies, having regained their composure started sizing up the situation, and were 
beginning to get some rather devious ideas of their own. After all, here we were, three 
strong virile males, one very naked, very beautiful female in the middle of the jungle 
miles from nowhere. They were going to have their way with her. I would not participate, 
but I couldn’t exactly interfere either. I felt sad that this was the way they saw her, 
something to conquer, like the forgotten lion we had lost. I guess the male ego just can’t 
stand failure. So, they had a new target, and they started advancing on her. She held her 
ground, didn’t even flinch, with almost an amused look on her face. I don’t think they 
were looking at her face – but I was, and the look I saw changed my outlook on things. 

I immediately knew this was going to be interesting at best, and probably entertaining – I 
had no idea. The guys circled her, one on each side, still she had not moved. With a nod 
to each other, they both rushed to grab her. They each took hold of an arm to throw her to 
the ground and have their way with her, what I saw next shall forever remain etched in 
my memory. With hardly any movement at all, I saw her arms expand, her legs turned to 
chiseled steel as she set herself, but nothing else happened, at first. But something was 
supposed to happen because both guys were now grabbing her arms at her sides with both 
of their strong arms, but they couldn’t budge her. I was still watching her face, which was 
actually smiling, then turned somewhat serious. Then things changed. She relaxed her 
arms some, which misled the guys into thinking they were overpowering her, they all 
three went to the ground in a heap, but after some scrambling around for a few seconds 
she had one guy firmly grasped around the neck with her powerful arm, and the other 
between her powerful thighs. Oooh, I wouldn’t want to be there uninvited, my point was 
about to be very obviously driven home. I saw her tense her arm, the huge bicep, 
probably 18 inches, swelled into the guys neck, he struggled in vain for about 10 seconds. 
I saw another pulse of power, the arm swelled further, cutting off his air and blood, his 
head turning blue, his tongue started to protrude from his mouth, and she pulsed again, I 
thought she would squeeze his head off. Her arm rippled with incredible steel hard 
muscle, I had a hard muscle by this time, the front of my jeans tented with my huge hard 
on. She was crushing him out with one arm, while the other guy flailed between her 
granite thighs. 

With one more squeeze from her arm, in which veins leapt out in bold relief, the muscles 
chiseled and hard as steel, he fell silent. I wondered if she had killed him. She let him 
flop to the ground and turned her attention to the guy between her legs. To this point I 
discovered that she really hadn’t been squeezing yet, although the muscles bulged out 
very nicely, thick, hard, rippling muscles writhed like snakes beneath the skin of her huge 
thighs. That’s when I realized she hadn’t been squeezing, because suddenly her legs 
increased tremendously in size, hardness and definition. The other indication was the guy 
between her legs went spastic, his body jerking, moaning – as best he could with no air in 
his lungs, and flailing his arms and legs around. But she held him firm between her 
massive thighs. She tightened a little more, and watched his reaction. She pulsed her 
thighs, the huge muscles swelling outwards to immense proportions, there didn’t seem to 
be any end to her strength. She actually seemed to be studying him, as though she were 
analyzing the situation. His flailing almost stopped, as he had no air for some time. She 
relaxed her grip, allowing him air, pain hit his crushed body as his compressed ribs 
rebounded, bruised and hurting. She slowly started squeezing again, much slower this 
time. Her muscle control and strength was amazing. I was hard as a rock as I watched this 
erotic muscle dance of her huge, bulging legs. I had long been a fan of female muscle, but 
to this day had never acted on that fantasy with any female bodybuilder, unless you count 
the Internet. And here was an Amazon goddess in the flesh, crushing the life out of my 
friend. 

I wanted to take my rod out and stroke it, but I didn’t know how this Amazon would 
react, or if she’d even seen a human penis. So I just rubbed myself. I watched in 
amazement as she toyed with him, almost reminded me of a cat with a mouse before she 
tires of her play. She crushed him, her thighs expanding so much I thought the muscles 
would burst right through her skin, his ribs were bent to the breaking point, wordless 
curses on his lips, his hands beating uselessly on the liquid steel of her thighs, the 
muscles rippling and bulging and still expanding, an unlimited supply of strength it 
would appear. She was still for a second, his face a mask of pure agony, blood trickling 
out of the corner of his mouth, when I saw her expression change. I didn’t think she could 
squeeze any harder, but I watched in horrified fascination as she set her face, and began 
to raise up on her elbows, her ankles finally locked, and her thighs began expanding 
further. His overmatched ribs began popping in quick succession, his body jerking and 
twitching, a steady fountain of blood flowing from his mouth. She was crushing him to 
death! As horrified as I was by this scene, I almost came in my pants. Her thighs stood 
like chiseled marble, totally still and etched in granite, as the popping, cracking sounds 
continued then subsided as she had crushed his chest utterly. She made a sound in her 
throat that made my blood chill, as she put all of her strength in one more tremendous 
squeeze, his body now flat, but crackling sounds still coming from his now still corpse. 
Her eyes were closed, her face flushed, her nipples were standing out like bullets from 
her huge chest. I don’t know what I was thinking – I wasn’t actually, but I was drawn to 
this scene like a moth to flame – I had a fleeting moment of clarity and wondered if my 
analogy would play itself out literally as I was powerless to stop myself. 

I moved slowly towards this Amazon with her man crushing thighs bulging more hugely 
than I’d ever seen in any Internet video or picture, and I reached out and touched her 
thigh. It was hot, it felt like steel, I could feel the power in her incredible body. Her eyes 
jerked open as she saw me, I didn’t know what to do, but I couldn’t have moved if I 
wanted to, so I stayed and gently stroked the powerful thigh in front of me. She smiled 
gently and looked me straight in the eye and then did what I thought was impossible, she 
expanded that leg even further. My hand was pushed outward with the huge crushing 
power of Amazon muscle. I came instantly, my eyes half closed, breath quickening, and I 
think she came too. She was so turned on by the kill, her thighs pulsed as her strength 
reached its limit, the huge muscles vibrating with power, almost all crackling sounds had 
stopped as she had crushed him to dust. 

As her body pulsed, throbbed, and rippled with orgasmic power, she opened her eyes and 
looked at me with a look which ….. froze me in place. It was predatory, but almost 
amusing. I didn’t know what to do, what to think, I didn’t know if she was going to kill 
me, or what, but strangely I no longer cared. It was almost like I trusted her. I trusted her 
to kill me if it pleased her, or to keep me alive for her bidding if that pleased her more. It 
was almost as if in that instant of looking into each others eyes, we came to an 
understanding. 

She turned from me, got up, and went to attend to my other buddy. Although I knew with 
certainty that he was doomed, I did nothing. I knew it was fruitless, and even more 
strange and scary, (a thought which would play over and over in my mind in the days 
ahead) I didn’t even care.  She went to his unconscious body, he was still breathing, and 
she picked him up.  She walked back to where I now stood on wobbly legs, coming close 
enough that I could feel her breath, but I didn’t move, almost like I knew that if she 
sensed fear she would pounce on me, so scared to death, I stood my ground. I don’t think 
I could have moved. So she had my friend in her arms, and she turned sideways to me, 
and wrapped her arms all the way around his body, and slowly started to squeeze, her 
eyes never leaving mine. It was so strangely erotic, that my hardon returned instantly 
although I had just cum probably harder than I ever had in my life. My jeans were 
soaked. I got a real strange thought, and I acted on it. I ripped my clothes off. She seemed 
pleased. She stared down at my hard on, and I couldn’t quite make out the look. Then it 
dawned on me, I could hardly believe it, her look was quizzical, she didn’t know what a 
penis was, she had never seen one!! I didn’t know if this was good fortune or not, but for 
now it worked to my advantage. I moved closer to her until my penis was almost bent as I 
pushed it into her chiseled thigh. Instinctively, she gently flexed that hard thigh, the 
muscles swelling outwards, pushing against my dick which was now pushed vertically 
against her rippling, steel thigh. She smiled, as though she was figuring it out as we went 
along. (After all, she’d seen animals “do it” all her life, and maybe she was now figuring 
out that she’d finally met an animal of her species. This might work out after all.)

Then she returned to the work at hand. With her flexed thigh pulsing against my hard on, 
her arms started swelling, slowly. My hand sought out her huge biceps. She hardly 
reacted, she had caught on quickly to our game. She squeezed harder, her muscles 
leaping, biceps bulging above her shoulders now, which themselves resembled mountain 
peaks. The huge clefts and valleys of muscles in her torso were breathtaking. As if 
reading my mind, she turned slightly and I could see her powerful back as she tightened 
her arms. I ran my hand all over them, I was near to exploding again. Her arms tightened 
more, the arms swelling, peaking, then the swelling stopped, but the arms hardened even 
further as she tightened. The cracking sounds started, his chest was being crushed, his 
ribs popping rapidly now. This fueled her crushing passion further, as she tightened some 
more, her eyes now closed. She seemed to rock back and forth against my sex, driving 
me absolutely nuts with lust. Her breasts, huge and soft, yet hard and unyielding at the 
same time, were crushed into his chest, blood now coming from his mouth dripping down 
her back. And still she crushed, I came against her granite thigh, and came and came. As 
I came, she made that sound again, moaning and squeezing, jerking his lifeless body into 
her, crushing every bone in his upper body, his spine finally breaking and crushing. Her 
body etched in pure stone, shook with power. Instead of simply releasing him, she took 
the crushed corpse upside down on her back, and pulled down quickly on his already 
broken spine, the huge muscles of her shoulders bulging upwards, his back broke cleanly 
and she bent him in half. She then threw him at least ten feet away into the bushes, and 
turned, panting, aroused, and looked at me. 

I knew I was dead. Her eyes were flaming, but it certainly wasn’t anger – but passion, 
pure animal lust. Okay, maybe I wouldn’t die right away, but I knew her passion could 
kill me. But I still didn’t care. I was much more aroused than scared. I had just cum twice 
in ten minutes, and I was rock hard again as she came towards me, her huge thighs 
thundering with huge rippling muscles, her breasts thrust out defiantly from her muscular 
chest, barely vibrating, her nipples hard and puffy. She came right at me, and then gently, 
I couldn’t believe how gently, took my cock in her hand, and squeezed lightly. That I 
didn’t cum was probably because my body was still madly generating more jizz, and just 
wasn’t refueled yet. I shuddered with arousal. She looked at me curiously. I got bold, 
after all, she had no fear of me, I could try anything I wanted, if she didn’t like it, she’d 
stop me. I reached up not so gently (no sense in showing fear), grabbed her behind the 
head and pulled her head towards me. We were equal in height, about six feet, and I put 
my lips on hers. Remarkably she let me do all this. Okay, so far so good, I’m still alive, I 
might score with the sexiest Amazon on the planet, and she seems to like it. I kissed her 
gently, lips only. I kissed her a second time, she responded, small murmuring sounds 
escaping her lips. As her lips parted with her moan, I gently pushed my tongue in. She 
startled, but didn’t pull away. I continued my oral assault. Hey, what did I have to lose, I 
figured I would be dead by now anyway. So I taught her the French kiss, and what a 
pupil. Her huge, hard, muscular Amazon body turned to jello in my hands – uhum, expert 
hands. She pulled me hard to her, her breasts swelling with arousal, and she fell 
backwards gently pulling me downward with her. I’m certain she didn’t know what she 
was doing, but after all, sex is pretty instinctual, her legs were slightly open, and 
somehow as we fell, I ended up inserted into her. But not all the way. I was so horny I 
almost couldn’t contain myself. It was a good thing I had already cum so much, or I 
would have instantly exploded. As it was, I was having a hard time doing the teacher 
thing to my willing pupil. She looked at me with eyes lidded, still slightly amused, and 
something which scared me a little, I think it was frustration. It slowly dawned on me 
what the problem was. We were thrusting at each other, but with no rhythm, no sense of 
timing, we were out of step. I put my finger to her lips, said “shhh”, and stopped the 
awkward bucking of my hips. She seemed to catch on, but her eyes were desperate for 
something. Omigod, I had almost forgotten my earlier revelation. She was a virgin! I was 
not even all the way in her!  

Then I got scared again. O shit, o shit, what if I hurt her? I really am going to die! I was 
past caring, and wasn’t thinking rationally anyhow. Hurt HER!?  Well, it was a fact of 
life. So I carefully pulled myself almost all the way out, she was murmuring and gently 
thrusting her hips and moaning, her thighs were pulsing with power beneath me, still 
open fortunately and prone – for now, and I said a short prayer, and I plunged downward 
harder than I had ever impaled a female in my life. I plunged like my life depended on it. 
If the outside of her body was any indication, I would need the energy. I was right. Shit, 
that hurt – ME, not her! Her eyes opened wide with surprise, shock, something – then 
total bliss hit her – there is no mistaking that look. I may have been hurting, but I knew 
better than to take a rest now. So I set to work. 

God I hoped I would survive this. 

I rammed into her as hard as I could, as fast as I could, my hips moving like a 
jackhammer. She met me thrust for thrust. Her thighs had hardened like steel now, and 
slowly crept upwards around me. Oh please, please, don’t squeeze – I think she somehow 
knew. I pounded, and thrust, I didn’t know how long I could go on, plus I was close to 
cuming again, and only about 30 seconds had gone by. I realized pretty soon, with great 
relief, this wasn’t going to take long. Her body pulsed, sort of like the deep sounds of an 
earthquake before it lets loose, her muscles hardened, rippling, her legs rose behind me, 
surrounding me with steel muscles, my hands went to the sides of those thighs – as if I 
needed the extra stimulation, and I shuddered with arousal as her thighs swelled with 
power. It was arousal stimulated by deep fear of death, knowing what could happen if she 
lost total control, but I pounded away. Her hips rose, fortunately she needed her feet 
planted to do that, so I had gained an extra chance for survival. I took my opportunity, as 
her hips rose off the ground to increase contact with my body, I had to put my hands on 
her hips to continue thrusting, so I did, but took one, slow, long deep stroke, then another, 
slowly, but deliberately, she gasped, and moaned, her body rock hard with powerful 
erotic muscle. I timed it perfectly. She stood stock still, eyes wide open – pure passion in 
them, and I knew it was time. I plunged to the hilt and ground my pelvis into her as hard 
as I could, my arms going beneath her rock hard glutes, squeezing as hard as I could into 
her steel body, and then all hell broke loose as she had the first ever orgasm from a man 
in her life. 

I had the fleeting thought, well, what a way to die. She bucked, and heaved, and I rode 
her like the best bronc rider in the whole world. I knew my life was in the balance. We 
were both soaked with sweat as our bodies exploded together. She did wrap those huge 
thighs around me, but she actually knew better than to crush me, but miraculously, as 
though she could read my mind, she squeezed hard enough to increase my passion, even 
to the threshold of pain, then pulsed her rippling muscles into me sending me into swirls 
of passion and orgasm like I had never experienced before. I saw stars!  Then I passed 
out.