Jungle girl
By Plowjack
I'm Cara the Jungle Queen, and you're my jungle boy-toy


	I must begin with a simple admission. I have a strong sexual desire to 
be overpowered and used by an attractive woman far stronger than me.
	This is no simple matter. I am a big man. I am pretty strong myself, 
though I've never been athletic. In fact, I suppose my strength comes 
from the sheer size of my body, since I've usually been kind of soft and 
out of shape. When I was younger I was very slender. At 6' 4" I seldom 
topped 175 lbs. My string-bean build, shoulder length hair and 
attractive face made me interesting to women, and I've had many 
experiences with big, strong lovers.
	The first time I had a chance to fulfill my lifelong fantasy was sin my 
sophomore year of college. I was a musician in a folk trio. We had been 
invited to sing at the house party of a friend, a woman I knew slightly. 
As the date drew nearer I realized that I was unsure of the address. The 
place was in the neighborhood and I walked to the house I hoped was hers 
and knocked, trying to find it before the night of the party.
	The woman who came to the door was probably a few years older than me. 
She stood taller than my shoulder, quite tall for a girl. She had 
waist-length straight blonde hair. She wore a housecoat that did little 
to disguise her busty, full-hipped figure. Her green eyes looked me up 
and down, and her pretty lips smiled. I determined that I had found the 
right address - the lovely woman was the hostess' roommate - and left. I 
found that I felt a little intimidated by her direct appraisal, but the 
sight of her swelling breasts and clear eyes lingered in my mind.
	When the party came around I got to meet Carol more formally. Dolled up 
for the party she was stunning. What her housecoat had concealed was now 
revealed by her tight black turtleneck sweater, skintight jeans and 
knee-high high-heel boots. Her breasts were truly huge, supported by 
broad shoulders and a thick chest. Her big ass and muscular thighs 
seemed about to burst the seams of her jeans. Her waist was probably not 
small, but seemed tiny compared to her hips and chest.
	As the co-hostess, Carol was busy helping out. Still, her eyes were on 
me every chance she got. I'm not usually shy, but having this 'older 
woman' check me out so plainly kind of put me off. I decided to play it 
cool, and only smiled at her.
	We played our musical set, then began to party seriously. I was sitting 
in the middle of a crowded room full of pot smokers when Carol came to 
the door in the opposite corner of the room. She looked right at me and 
inhaled deeply, her big chest rising enticingly. I felt myself blush, 
and looked away, toward a seat that happened to be empty next to me. If 
she wanted me, she was going to have to come and get me! I never 
expected it to happen, really. A moment later she appeared next to me 
and sat down.
	She began to talk with me pleasantly, and I tried to hold up my end of 
the conversation. I had never really known a girl as big as Carol. Her 
sheer physical presence, very nearly my size, it seemed, was interesting 
and arousing. I actually felt a little tongue-tied in her presence, as 
my eyes drifted from her full lips to her fuller chest. After a while 
she put a hand behind my head and pulled my lips to hers for a long, hot 
kiss, to the amusement of the others in the room. We stood up together 
and left. I don't recall the exact sequence by which we ended up in bed, 
but we surely did.
	Carol naked was a true delight. Her skin was creamy and white, her 
breasts as firm as they were large. She was aggressive and sexual from 
the moment we were alone. She pulled me down onto her bed and held my 
head to hers as I squeezed her big frame tightly in my arms. I lay on 
top of her, her big hips wider than mine, her shoulders nearly as wide. 
I sucked and licked her tits and my cock grew hard as stone. With a 
sudden heave she rolled me over so that she was on top of me, her tongue 
deep in my mouth. With no further preamble she nestled her slit against 
the tip of my cock and worked herself down on me. With increasing force 
she engulfed my cock until, much to my delight, I was in her to the 
hilt. Then she sat back on my hips looking boldly down at me.
	I gazed up at Carol's marvelous torso, her melon breasts and lovely 
face. I began to sit up, reaching for her nipple with my mouth. She 
smiled and put both hands on my chest and gently but firmly pushed me 
back down onto the bed. 
"Just lay back, sweetie", she said, "This is going to be my show 
tonight." 
	That was OK with me, I had always loved to get beautiful women on top 
of me, and with her considerable weight pressing my chest I wasn't 
inclined to argue.
	She began to move gently, and I felt her pussy squeeze my cock firmly. 
I tried to meet her thrust but she planted herself on me and held my 
hips motionless under her. Playfully, I began to struggle, trying to 
buck her off me. I barely moved her, and the pressure of her hands on my 
chest felt like a boulder. I grabbed her forearms and pulled. Her arms 
were surprisingly thick and hard, and at first I couldn't move them at 
all. I struggled harder and managed to move her hands a little.
	"What's wrong sweetie," Carol purred as she pressed even harder on my 
chest, "am I being too rough?"
	She suddenly released me and sat back, still gripping my hard cock. She 
reached behind her head and pulled her hair into her hand. That was the 
first time that I noticed that her arms were thick, with visible biceps. 
Her gesture caused her breasts to rise, and my cock twitched in her and 
seemed to swell even more.
	Carol gathered her long mane of hair into one hand and leaned down. She 
rested one hand on my chest and began to slap my face and shoulders with 
her hair.
	"Take this, pretty boy, she said, smiling, as she whipped me with her 
blonde locks.
	The motion made her nipples sway barely a foot from my mouth, her moist 
lips above them.
	I grabbed that lovely flail and began to gently pull her toward me. In 
a flash Carol grabbed my wrists in a grip like steel. I tried to keep 
pulling, but I couldn't move my arms more than a couple of inches before 
she stopped me. Her hands squeezed harder and harder until I really 
began trying to escape. I released her hair, but my struggles went 
nowhere.
	Without another word she pulled my hands over my head and slowly pushed 
them down onto the bed. I resisted a little, but was willing to go 
along.
	"There," she said, "that didn't take long."
	I was still deep in her, her ass pressing my hips, and now my lips were 
inches from hers, my hands pinned solidly above my head. I was surprised 
at the strength of her grip, as she plunged her mouth onto mine and 
kissed me hard. I stopped struggling and responded, but I could feel my 
cock shrinking inside her as my wrists began to ache and my hands to 
tingle. I tried again, seriously this time, to push her away. All my 
strength raised her hands a few inches from the bed. She raised her head 
and smiled a dangerous grin.
	"Ooo, what a fighter," she purred, "You're almost strong enough to 
resist a girl!"
	I was still pushing, but with her weight above me I got nowhere, and 
soon my arms began to tremble.
	"Not quite, though," she said as she slammed my left hand down onto the 
bed. "That was my right arm. Think you can move my left arm with your 
big right arm?"
	"C'mon," I said, and I realized I sounded pleading "Don't! Let me go, 
baby, and you won't be sorry" I lifted my head and kissed her shoulders 
and chest, but she pulled them back from my mouth.
	"I don't think I'm going to be sorry anyway." she answered. "We're 
going to have a lot of fun, but I just want to show you how special I 
am. C'mon, let me show you my tricks... See if you can push me off."
	"I don't want to hurt you, " I said, though I don't think that was what 
was really on my mind. 
	She began to kiss me again, and rub her chest against me, but her hands 
were again squeezing my wrists painfully. So I decided to show her the 
facts of the situation. I began to try to simply sit up and push her off 
of me, pushing hard with my right arm. She was slightly off balance from 
holding down my left arm, and I pushed her hand up a few inches. I was 
shocked to discover that I couldn't move my left hand or my hips at 
all., and in moments the big woman had stopped my efforts.
	"Is that all you got, sweetie?"
	She started to push hard on my wrist. My arm held trembling for a 
moment, and I could see the muscles in her forearm swell.
	"Then I guess you're not strong enough to resist a girl!" she said.
	My right arm hit the bed and I was back where I started, my arms now 
tired and weakened. My cock was also mostly soft, but Carol remained 
pressed against my hips, holding me in her. She squired on my groin and 
I could feel her wetness.
	I was now pretty confused. I was still, on one level, totally hot for 
this woman- I could feel my cock stirring even as I looked up at her 
lovely face - But I was red with exertion and embarrasment. I didn't 
know whether I wanted to run for the door or stay, but at the moment I 
didn't actually have any choice.
	Then Carol released my hands and settled down over me, kissing me 
gently and pressing her tits against me. She rubbed my wrists and arms, 
her lips playing with mine sweetly.
	"Hey lover," she purred gently, "I don't mean to scare you. I've wanted 
to get you under me since tht day on the porch. You were so sweet and 
shy at the party I just wanted to throw you on the floor right there." 
She flexed her pussy again on my recovering member.
	"I'm not scared, baby," not much, I thought "but I am surprised. You 
really got the drop on me here." I kissed her face and neck. I'm back 
with you now." And I was, filling her pussy again with my cock. I seemed 
to have decided that I was staying, and I wrapped my arms around Carol's 
neck, though I didn't pull.
	She took one huge breast in her hand and offered it to my mouth.
	"You've been wanting this for a while," she said, and I started to lick 
and suck her nipple. She pressed her breast into my face, nearly 
covering me with its soft mass. She ran her hands over my shoulders and 
arms and squeezed my biceps hard.
	"Mmm... You're so slender and soft, and your mouth is so warm. Suck my 
breast, baby, suck my big, strong breast."
	Her hands were squeezing my biceps with crushing force, and she was 
moving on my hard cock.
	"You like my breasts, baby? Here, have the other one."
	She was riding me hard now, slamming herself against me. She pulled my 
arms back down onto the bed, pinning them by the biceps, squeezing them 
hard. I was engulfed by her breasts and could barely get my breath as 
she let her weight press her nipples into my mouth.
	She wrapped her arms around my head and crushed my face into her chest 
as she slammed her pussy on my member. She began to come, shaking and 
moaning, her pussy gripping me like a fist and her breasts smothering 
me. I gripped her arms and shook her trying to get her to release me, 
but they were unmovable, her biceps hard as rock. She seemed to subside, 
panting, but I was still trapped in her bosom. I shook her broad 
shoulders and moaned as she collapsed, her orgasm spent. I shook her 
again and she raised herself quickly up, peeling her tits from my face 
and arching her back. I gasped for breath and pushed up on my elbows to 
stretch my back. I was still pretty hard, but was too confused to find 
my own orgasm yet. Still, I was not upset about this wild new sex-game.
	"Baby!" I said, smiling and gasping, watching her beautiful round torso 
and tiny waist, "That was wild! You're a wildwoman!"
	I sat up and spontaneously hugged her. She wrapped her arms around me 
and then sat up off of my lap, rising to her knees and letting my cock 
slap my belly. She towered over me that way, my head against her 
sternum. She held me against her firmly, actually holding my weight, and 
I kissed and licked her chest and shoulders.
	"You bet I'm wild!" Carol laughed, and flexed her arm like Tarzan, "I'm 
Cara the Jungle Queen, and you're my jungle boy-toy!"
	She beat her chest above her breast and gave a howl, then flexed again. 
I reached up and ran a hand over her arm and shoulder. She wasn't ripped 
like a bodybuilder, her arm was round and think with a layer of soft 
flesh. Her biceps was remarkable for a woman, I thought, and the rest of 
her arm was solid. Her shoulder was as hard as a softball, somewhat 
bigger.
	"Wow, you're really strong, aren't you!" I said, stupidly. She took the 
back of my head in her other hand and turned my face up to hers.
	"Haven't I convinced you yet?" she asked, and kissed me, wrapping her 
arm around my neck. I was running my hands over her thick padded body, 
then squeezing her to me, my head between her breasts. She grabbed one 
of my arms and peeled it off her, holding it up. 
	"Let's see what you got, Jungle Boy." she said.
	I didn't get it for a moment and then she grabbed my biceps and shook 
me. 
	"Flex it sweetie!"
	I flexed, like I do sometimes in the mirror. The I blushed again, 
because my arm was obviously smaller than hers. I really had just a 
vague swelling of biceps, though it was fairly hard, I thought. Carol 
ran her hand gently over my own arm and shoulder.
	"I knew this right away, sweetie. You're little arms made me hot for 
you. I could tell by looking that you were going to be a toy in my 
hands."
	She pulled my lips up to hers, my head in the crook of her arm, and 
kissed me, while she wrapped her hand most of the way around my skinny 
right arm. She again squeezed my bruised arm hard, and I flexed against 
her. But when she started to push down on my arm I simply couldn't 
resist. She wasn't using her weight now, just the power of her thick 
body. I finally had to give up the flex and she crushed my biceps in her 
grip, slamming my arm against my side. I winced in pain and gasped, but 
she was still kissing me deeply.
	She released my smashed arm and snaked her hand between us to grab my 
cock, in seconds it was rock hard in her hand. She pulled her mouth back 
from mine, and her green eyes were flaming. I felt dizzy with lust and 
found that I was letting my whole weight rest against her arms as she 
held me between her thighs. Her body seemed like a column of oak, and 
her soft tits hung before me.
	"Do you like my muscles, sweetie?" she squeezed my cock "I think you 
do...  I'm glad you're cock is so much harder than your arm though," she 
laughed and stroked me with her nails. I stroked her strong body in 
turn, and I felt something open in my mind, and I let myself just relax 
into her arms, my head against her chest.
	Suddenly she released me, and I clung to her upright shoulders. She 
took me by the shoulders and pushed me away, holding my upper body 
before her, my legs still under her on the bed.
	"You do have nice shoulders, baby, even if they're all bone."
	She pushed hard, and I fell back on the bed. She was over me on her 
knees, tall and strong and breathtakingly sexy.
	Carol lifted a leg and rolled off of me, flopping down next to me. I 
was drawn to her like a magnet, pulling myself against her. She kissed 
me, and we made out for a while, until she pulled back.
	She ran one hand up me from thigh to butt to back.
	"I love your long body, baby" she purred. My cock was hard against her 
leg.
	"You're making my head spin, Jungle Girl," I said, as I kneaded one big 
breast, kissing her nipple.
	"That's right, Jungle Boy! I guessed right, didn't I? You like being my 
weak little sex-baby, don't you?" she whispered, her lips against my 
cheek. I blushed again, and turned my head, pulling away. 
	She pulled me closer, holding my head crooked in her arm.
	"Your underdeveloped little muscles are just right to make you nice and 
masculine, but just too small and soft to be very strong. I bet there 
are lots of women like me who could beat you up."
	Now I was reeling with embarrasment, and I found I couldn't look her in 
the eye, even as she held her face to mine. But I sighed, and dug my 
fingers into her thick back.
	"I bet you got beat up by girls when you were a kid, didn't you?" she 
purred.
	My face was burning red.
	She whispered, 'You were so skinny and weak, you couldn't stop them... 
Tell me, Jungle Boy..." She was caressing and stroking me tenderly, 
though I felt helpless in her grip.
	"You're right," I whispered, "I used to get shit from the older girls. 
Some of the big girls would punch me or trip me. They'd sit on my chest 
and slap my face, or pin me against the lockers," I spoke tonelessly 
recalling my humiliation. I'd never spoken of this to a woman before, or 
maybe to anyone.
	"I knew it," she said, stroking my hair. "You're just the kind of 
pretty sissy I used to torment myself. Then when I got older I 
discovered that there are guys who like to be on the bottom, and that 
raping cute wimps like you is more fun than just beating them up. 
Besides, I don't really like hurting people. I just like to be strong 
and masterful in my life, and even in my bed. So when I find a man with 
soft little muscles like you I try to take advantage of it. "
	She gathered me into her arms again, and we kissed and cuddled. I 
became more urgent, rubbing my cock against her pubes and trying to roll 
on top of her.
	"Baby, please let me be in you," I moaned.
	"I know, sweetie", Carol said "We're going to have more, but first I 
want to make sure that you're really ready."
	She rolled me over effortlessly. Her arms held mine to my sides and her 
legs were about my waist, her tits again in my face. She wiggled and 
purred, and her thighs clamped my waist hard.
	"Maybe I should just knock you out," she said, "that would make things 
clear."
	She started to squeeze me. Her arms pulled my head into her chest and 
her legs drove the breath from my belly. I struggled wildly, 
reflexively. I even pounded her back and thighs, harder than I would 
have in any other situation, but she only crushed me harder.
	"Lay still, sissy-boy, don't make me," she said.
	I pulled at her legs, but couldn't get my hands around her thighs. She 
sat up, pulling my body with hers, holding my waist crushed between her 
thighs.
	"Hold Still!" she said loudly, and gave me a bone-rattling shake.
	I held still. It was clear that she could crush me if she chose to. I 
let my arms rest on her, and began to lick and kiss the deep folds of 
her breasts.
	Suddenly she reared up, leaving me gasping, and got off of me. She 
pushed my chest into the bed with one hand and grabbed my cock with the 
other. In moments I was rock hard and she was stroking and gripping me 
with a hot hand.
	I wrapped my hands around her arm, still gasping air, and kneaded her 
thick muscles as I bucked beneath her other hand. In a wave of pleasure 
I spurted onto my belly as she held me helpless under her hands. She 
pressed me into the bed until I lay still. I lay panting, as she began 
to rub my semen into my skin.
	"There, sweetie, now your cock is as little and soft as the rest of 
your muscles. Good thing it'll get hard again," she regarded my limp 
cock sternly, "Let's see how fast we can make that happen."
	She ran her hands over my body and kneaded my chest and shoulders.
	"Mmm, you're so soft and smooth." 
	She bent down and took one of my nipples in her mouth. She began to 
lick and suck, as she took my soft dick in her hand again, and began 
working it. She bit my nipple, then again, harder, and I tried to push 
her away from my chest. With her other hand she plucked my hand away and 
slammed it to the bed. I felt the bones in my arm grind together, and I 
moaned and begged her to stop.
	"Please Carol, don't hurt me..." I whimpered.
	"Then lie still, pretty boy," she growled around my tit, and squeezed 
my balls.  "You're mine! I'm so much stronger than you that you're just 
helpless in my arms. Aren't you?" she asked.
	She crushed my arm and gathered up my balls tightly.
	"Ye.. Yes, Carol!" I gasped
	"Yes what? Yes you're a weakling?" she teased.
	"Yes, I'm a weakling"
	"Will you stop trying to stop me from doing whatever I want to with 
you?" 
	What choice did I have?
	"Yes, Yes!" I kissed and licked the muscles of the arm the held mine 
pinned. My other hand caressed her breasts, and the thick muscles of her 
pectorals beneath. "Yes, I'm too weak to stop you, Carol, please be good 
to me, please let me love you, and you won't regret it."
	"I think I heard that before tonight, but in a different tone of 
voice," she smiled and climbed on top of me, her hand still beneath her, 
working my cock.
	I surrendered. I lay beneath her, and played with her body while she 
played with mine. She kneaded my flesh like dough, and I tried to 
squeeze her pumped body, with little effect. My arms felt like jelly, 
and she was like warm oak. She worked my soft member and I felt a 
stirring, but it was still too soon. Carol took one nipple in her mouth, 
and began licking, sucking and biting. I didn't dare try to escape, my 
body was bruised from Carol's strength. So I squirmed and whimpered as 
she set my nipples on fire with her teeth. 
	Finally I began to beg her to stop. I begged and gasped, but still made 
no effort to stop her.
	"OK sweet thing, now you know that I can do whatever I want with you," 
she purred, and my cock began to stir, "it's time to start using you in 
detail."
	She swung her leg over my head and settled her pussy down onto my 
mouth.
	"Start licking, Jungle Boy." she growled, tightening her thighs around 
my ears. 
	I did as I was told. I drove my tongue up into her, and licked up to 
her clit. I took her button in my mouth and sucked, and then I felt her 
mouth engulf my cock. Her tongue massaged me and I felt myself begin to 
stiffen. Her clit grew between my lips and I felt her vast hips start to 
heave. She ground herself onto my face and sucked me hard. I felt the 
blood swell my cock to fill her mouth. I sucked her and flicked with my 
tongue, and she came again. Her hands clamped on my ass and actually 
lifted me off the bed to her mouth. She writhed and moaned, and I held 
on to her huge thighs to remind her that I was down there!
	Then she dropped my hips, leaving my hard cock cooling from her mouth. 
She sat up on my face. I held on tight as she shook and cried out her 
pleasure. Then she was off me, rolling over to lay beside me. She snaked 
one arm around my neck and locked her mouth on mine. Her tongue licked 
my lips and she purred as she squeezed my cock to diamond hardness. 
	"Mmmm..., I love to taste myself on you! You have a talented tongue, 
baby - that's a real virtue in a weakling." she said.
	I wrapped my arms around her and ran my hands all over the wonderful 
contours of her flesh. I plastered my body to hers, feeling soft against 
her hard muscles. My cock rubbed against the silk of her belly and 
thighs and the coarseness of her hair. I kissed her face and neck and 
gripped her arms and squeezed. She flexed her arms in response, and my 
cock twitched as I gripped her. She wrapped her legs around me and 
effortlessly rolled me onto my back. With smooth sureness she worked the 
head of my cock into her pussy, and pushed herself down on me. Once 
again she sat up on me and looked down. She stretched and flexed, her 
body now totally pumped, her biceps big and round.
	"Full circle, my soft sweetie," she crowed, "Now sit up here and suck 
my tits."
	I did as I was told, as Carol's steel thighs pumped her on my cock. She 
rode me hard, slamming her hips down on me until she came a third time, 
the on into the night. I gripped her strong shoulders and pulled myself 
up into her bosom. She grabbed my arms and held me to her as she bounced 
me on the bed. I felt like a ragdoll as she used me for her pleasure. By 
the time I came again, the light of morning was in the windows. Carol 
gathered my head into her chest and I fell into exhausted, delighted 
sleep.