by Paul Smith

Tim couldn't have crash landed in a better place.

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WARNING: only suitable for those over 21 years of age.

You are flying your plane over the rainforests. Suddenly, one of the engines starts to splutter. You check the fuel gauge. It's out. You try the radio; it doesn't work either. Slowly the plane begins to dive.

All too quickly, the ground is getting closer. As it approaches you pull back on the control column with all your might, just managing to get the plane horizontal as it crashes down in a clearing in the trees. It skids across the clearing, and thumps into a tree.

Everything suddenly seems very quiet. As your hearing adapts to the volume, you notice that everything is not as silent as you first thought. You can hear birds twittering, wild animals roaring, and something stepping through some bracken, worryingly close. You survey the cockpit. The chairs have slid forward, the heavy structure trapping you leg. You try to move it, it doesn't budge. As you continue to try to move your leg, you notice the soft "footsteps" have grown nearer. You stop struggling and turn you attention to the door by the co-pilot's seat.

Then, to your amazement, the the centre of the door crinkles, and what looks like the imprint of five fingers bulges out from the metal. The imprints move together, forcing the metal to crinkle as something, someone, gets a secure grip on the metal. The sound of buckling metal is enormous as the thick steel is twisted like play-doe.

Suddenly, the door is violently pulled away from its fixings, the hinges snapping like plastic. As the door is shredded like polystyrene, light floods into the cabin, dazzling you completely. You see the outline to three incredibly muscular figures, siloetted against the sunlight.

As your eyes grow used to the brightness, you realise that the three figures are obviously female. They are ABUNDANTLY female. They are not wearing any clothing and seemed to be altogether too fresh-from-the-hairdressers for people who have just been trekking naked through the undergrowth, but this is often the case with beautiful Amazonian warriors.

The women are truly beautiful. They have totally discarded their clothes, and have breasts the size and shape of over-inflated footballs. Their boobs are so pert that they seem to be floating, like fleshy zeplins. Their nipples are like nails, and their areolae are shockingly large. Their hair is long and runs down over their broad shoulders and onto their back, and their skin is tanned. Their faces are beautiful, sensual and erotic, all at the same time. However, none of these is what makes them so fantastic to look at. By far the most amazing thing about them is their muscles. Their entire bodies are covered with thick, powerful muscle; so much that even now they are relaxed, they look as though they are flexing it. They have abs of iron, buns of steel, thighs that can easily grind rocks into fine sand. Their backs are heavily contoured with layers upon layers of thick muscle. Despite all this, their most impressive muscles are probably those on their arms. Their biceps are so large that they would prevent the Amazonians curling their arms any further than 90 degrees. The triceps are equally well-developed. The appearance was such that you are left in no doubt that there is no feat of strength that would strain these women's bodies even a little. In short, they are your ideal women. You quietly spunk in your trousers.

A particularly well-built, blonde-haired woman, still holding the mangled remains of the door, steps forward and tosses the metal over her muscular shoulder. She is clearly the leader. She places a foot into the cabin and lifts herself up with it. You notice that the metal folds down where her foot rests, presumably due to the immense weight of all her muscles, and of her swollen breasts. She ducks down and enters the cockpit. Her head just clips the roof on the way in, and leaves it with a dent. She doesn't even notice. She sits down on the co-pilot's chair. She is clearly excited by the texture of the seat rubbing against her naked flesh. Now that you can see her close up, you see that she is sweating, and that she seems to be licking her lips a lot more that usual. She is staring at you.

"We need you," she breathes. Her voice is so husky, so sensual, so erotic that, as she licks her lips again, your trousers recieve another soaking.

She reaches across and rests a hand on your trousers, feeling your erect penis through the damp cloth. Clearly excited by this, her other hand compulsively caresses the co-pilot's joystick.

"My name is Korina Ubuka, and we need you to repopulate our village," her voice contains even more pure eroticism than before.

"M-my name is T-Tim," you manage to stammer, "why do you need ME?"

"Two years ago, a strange toxin appeared in the water. It made women breasts grow like balloons, gave them incredible strength, made them more beautiful, and gave them enormous muscles. At first, this seemed like a gift from the God's. The men thought it was brilliant - they found our new bodies' gorgeous to look at, great to shag. It also made hunting and fruit picking much easier. We just punched the animal and it was out cold, or we just snapped the tree like a twig and carried it back home like it weighed nothing. Unfortunately, the toxin was fatal to the men. It made them ill. When we realised it was the water, the remaining men started to drink from another supply, but the illness had been in them too long. For the last year, we have had to live on our own, with no man around for sex or children. And then, as a gift from the God's your crash down from the heavens," you notice that Korina's grip on the joystick has tightened, and the metal starts to whine, "please, please Timothy, shag me over and over again. I really, really want to fuck you senseless."

With these words, Miss Ubuka's fingers slice through the joystick like a knife through butter, and she doesn't even notice. She just continues to stare at you, eye to eye, waiting for your reply. As you stare at her faultless body, it doesn't take long for you to decide.

"Y-Yes! Of course I want to make love to you!"

The remains of the joystick are ripped from their fixings and crushed into a small steel ball. You see Korina's breasts visibly inflate. Your trousers are topped up once again.

"You can't imagine how happy that makes me!" she breathes.

She moves her body towards you, and her backside swings into the dashboard and tears through it with fantastic ease. She wraps her muscular arms around your head and kisses you. You feel her probing tougue as it caresses your mouth and laps up your saliver. It is the most passionate kiss you have ever received. Several minutes later, the kiss ends. As she draws back, you notice that her breasts have swollen even more.

"That was fantastic, and I want more. I know you do to, because that stain isn't water is it?" she says, rubbing a hand over your crotch. Then, she removes her hand and licks it from her hand, staring erotically into your eyes as she does it.

"You're right, I do want to fuck you, but my leg it trapped," you say, pointing to the crushed metal gripping your leg.

"Not a problem, lover," she breathes. Her voice is like verbal masterbation. You trousers receive a brief top-up.

"You really DO find me erotic don't you?" says the beefy lady.

You can only nod. Korina returns to the task in hand. She reaches down and grabs the metal around you trapped foot, her fingers easily forcing their way into the thick metal. Then, in one quick, easy motion, she wrenches the steel apart. You lift your foot out.

"Did you find that feat of strength even remotely difficult?" you ask.

"No, not at all. Should I have done?"

"Well, it's just that your elbow accidentally crushed the black-box recorder whilst you were doing it."

"What, this puny thing?" she says, picking up the black-box, "It's no stronger than any other metal. Look I'll show you."

The titanium is like putty in her hands. As she crushes the tough metal, it oozes between her fingers like treacle.

"See, easy. Why did you think it would be tougher than anything else?"

"Well, it's just that it was made of titanium, the strongest material known to man, that's all," you say, the true enormity of Korina's strength dawning on you.

"It is? Oh well, like I said, I'm quite strong."

"I don't doubt it. In fact, I love it."

"You do? Well, we'll have to see what we can do," her voice is velvety, and full or erotic promise.

The ultimate nautilus nymph, scoops you up in her arms, carries you from the plane. You feel her increasingly large breasts pressing against your body. You reach up and touch them. Miss Ubuka shivers with pleasure, making her buttock compulsively clench together, tearing a chunk of metal from the doorframe and crushing it like tin-foil. She doesn't even notice.

As she steps down from the aircraft the other women see you clearly for the first time, and their are clearly excited by you. As are you by them. One has slightly darker skin, brown hair and is slightly shorter than average. She looks particularly muscular. The other has golden blonde hair and particularly large, pert breasts. They are like rocks, and do not wobble at all as she shivers with excitement. This woman is also slightly taller than usual, and has paler skin, although she is still has a healthy tan.

"You must be thirsty and hungry, Tim. We will provide with fruit and water," Korina turns to the two other women, "Hannah, fetch the man some water. Ursula, get some fruit from that tree."

The taller of the two women strides up to the plane and rips the wing from it with no apparent difficulty whatsoever. Then, she proceeds to mould the thick metal into an enormous water-tight container. When she has done this, she sprints off at incredible speed towards the 'clean' water supply. Her name is obviously 'Hannah'.

The other woman, Ursula turns towards the tree in question. It is a large, thick coconut tree, and rather lacking in foot-holds. She grabs the trunk with one hand, her fingers splintering the wood with ease. Then, she rips the tree from its roots, and easily manoeuvers it onto the ground. Then, she marches up the 'top' of it, and plucks a coconut from it. Then, she forces a finger into the side and casually prises it open like an oyster. Miss Ubuka places you on the ground, and sits down next to you. Ursula returns and offers you the coconut you happily take it from her milky fingers. She licks the milky from her fingers in a highly erotic fashion, staring you right in the eyes. She slowly licks her lips and pouts at you.

At this moment, Hannah returns, carrying an enormous vat of water. She supports its full weight with just one hand, moving so gracefully that, if you didn't know better, you'd swear the vat weight nothing.

"Hannah's always showing off. All we needed was a cup-full," says Korina.

Hannah gently places the tub on the ground, making the soil give a little under the enormous weight. She sits down next to Ursula and rubs the water over her soaked physique, making it glisten impressively under the bright sunlight. She stands so that her cunt is above your head, and allows the water to run into your mouth. When your thirst has been quenched, you look at the array of naked, muscular, voluptous women dying to screw you senseless, and splatter your trousers again.

"I guess that means you're ready," mouthes Korina, licking her lips.

She reaches for your top, and tears it off. You hear the women suck their breath in through their teeth. They haven't set eyes on a man in over a year, and now they have one right in front of them, they don't intend to hold back. Korina grasps your trousers and pulls them from your body, revealing your pants. Korina holds the trousers up against her face, inserting the cum-soaked crotch region into her mouth. Then, she sucks it, swollowing every mouthfull of cum she can find. Her breasts are literally as large as bowling balls now, and continue to grow along with her excitement. You notice a similar thing happening to the other ladies. Their bodies start to sweat even more dramatically, making their inflated muscles seem even more pronounced.

Korina reaches for your pants. As she grips them, she can feel your erect penis underneath, making her breasts grow even more, so that they are now almost as large as beachballs. Then, in one swift motion, she rips the last remaining piece of clothing from your body. As your penis springs skywards, the ladies shiver compulsively. Miss Ubuka's hands clench, taking a lump out of the side of the aeroplane. Her buttocks shatter a stone like it were made of sand. As you survey the scene, you realise that there are three absolutely gorgeous, and completely naked women all being driven to new heights of ecstacy by just looking at your dick. You climax again, sending a jet of spunk against Hannah's body. Her eyes open wide, and she licks the gooey cum from her swollen bust, lapping up every drop. You notice that Korina's breasts are now easily as large as the largest of beachballs, and still growing by the second. She reaches across and grabs your penis. As her fingers touch your dick, something really electric shoots between you, and her erect nipples start to dribble milk. You penis launches a stream of cum into Ursula's body, which she happily licks it up, making her breasts wobble like jelly on a plate.

Korina angles your dick towards herself, opens her mouth and rubs her gently hands up your rod, causing you to squirt another burst of cum, straight into her waiting mouth. She closes her mouth and licks her lips. Then, she swollows and smiles at you. It is a highly erotic smile.

At this point, an elephant charges out of the underground, its sights set on Korina. This does not fluster Miss Ubuka one bit and, when the elephant arrives, she grasps its leg tightly, and casually tosses it aside like a rag doll. It is catapulted over the tree-line and out of sight. When it lands, the sound is accompanied by a large splash. Korina returns her attention to you. She lowers her mouth to your penis. However, instead of inserting your cock into her mouth, she proceeds to lap up the cum that had been splattered their earlier. Her tongue rubs against your penis. Wetting it, and making it shake around. This sensation excites you greatly and, once again, you approach climax. Seeing your head bulge, Korina moves her lips over the end of your cock, and swollows the love juices that spurt out. Then, she removes her lips and sits upright again. You notice that her breasts have swollen even more. They are far, far larger than any beachball, and are squirting hot milk at quite a pace. One of the jets splatters against your face, the other against Hannah's cunt, exciting her greatly. Her cunt starts to dribble thick, gooey cum, which piles up between her thick, muscular legs. As the milk splashes against your face, you lap it up. It tastes devine; like cows milk, but fresher, and much, much creamier. You swollow every mouthful.

Now, Korina's cunt is oozing love juices as well, and even Ursula has managed to excite herself enough, just by looking at you. Miss Ubuka pushes you back, so that you are lying on your back. Then, she places a leg on either side of your body and kneels down. As she slides her vagina over your dick, you feel the moist, warm lips of her cunt as they envelop your penis. As her excitement grows, she compulsively tenses her muscles, showing off to dramatic effect, how amazingly well-developed she really is. Her abs are defined into a six-pack, rippling erotically as they are flexed by their voluptous owner. Korina Ubuka demonstrates that she is the ultimate barbell babe by curling her muscle-packed arms, making her enormous biceps swell like balloons. Indeed, she can't pull her arm any further than 90 degrees due to their enormous size. Her buns of steel pulsate impressively as she experiences new levels of raw ecstacy. Her body is a body of art, far more impressive that any other you might find at iron piles across the country. In short, she is perfect in absolutely every way imaginable, and she is shagging YOU.

She slides her damp cunt up and down, along the full length of your swollen rod. Her tits have grown so large that, even though she is sitting upright, they touch your chest. The skin covering them is silky smooth to the touch, and they are still growing, without loosing any of their amazing pertness. Her nipples are now blasting milk all the way across to the other side of the clearing, and her cunt is releasing mountains of love juices all over your eager body. You penis releases its spunk inside Korina's pulsating body, and she joins you in orgasm. Ursula and Hannah also climax, and shiver compulsively. Hannah's rock-hard buns tear through the water container, allowing the refreshing liquid to rush over her vibrating body, washing the cum released by her vagina. Ursula reaches to her side and lifts the coconut tree from the ground and rams it against her hard body, splintering the wood like it were made of matchsticks.

Miss Urbuka's muscles flex like never before, and she reaches to her side and grips the side of the plane. Then, she casually wrenches it from the ground, supporting the complete aircraft with a single muscle-packed arm like it weighs nothing at all. Then, she compulsively throws it aside, catapulting it into the same lake that she had thrown the elephant into earlier. Her orgasm is so intense that she doesn't even realise that she had done this phenomenal feat of raw strength. Then, a rather annoyed elephant thunders into the clearing, just as Korina arches her back in her final moment of ecstacy. Her motion accidentally points her nipples at the elephant, resulting in her excited teats squirting a concentrate stream of thick milk at the irate animal. It is blown from its feet by the force of the impact, and is lifted high up into the tree tops.

Eventually, Korina Urbuka's orgasm comes to an end, and as you reflect on the situation, you know that crashing here was the best thing that could possibly have happened to you.