Em & HR's Wicked Fairytales - Vol II: Jane and her Jungle Man

[Emstar303]

The journey from England to Africa had been a long and arduous one. Jane had spent far too many weeks in the cramped ship, sleeping nearly side by side with Clayton, her father, and a variety of strange men in tight quarters. Jane was the only woman on the ship, and it had been incredibly hard to find any privacy.

She was relieved to finally be off the confines of the ship and on the coastal jungle. Standing on the shores of the beach and seeing the vast, vibrant greenness of the jungle before her almost made the whole trip worth it…but as grand as the environment was, it was the gorillas that Jane and her father were really after. They wanted to study them, prove they weren’t just mindless beasts but intelligent, familial animals.

They’d set up camp in the jungle about a week ago, and looked for the gorillas each day, but there hadn’t even been a sign of them. It was beginning to get disheartening, especially because they only had a few weeks here, but Jane knew she mustn't give up hope. Today they were scouting for gorillas again, and as usual Clayon was being anything but helpful.

An earsplitting boom resounded throughout the jungle as Clayton, overconfident hunter that he was, shot haphazardly into the trees.

“Clayton!” Jane said his name angrily.“Would you please stop shooting at every little sound? You’re going to scare off the gorillas!”

“Your father hired me to protect you, if you do recall. I am merely doing what I was hired to do,” Clayton said back irritatingly. Another snap of a twig in the forest and Clayton pointed his gun in its direction.

The young woman in the bright yellow dress strode over to her so-called protector and lowered his rifle for him as forcefully as a lady could in a pretty white glove. Her patience was wearing thin.

“Mr. Clayton, please. Daddy may act young, but he’s getting on in years. A few years more and he may not have been able to do this trip. That’s why it’s so important we get to study the gorillas before the ship comes back at the end of the month!”

“I am aware of our purpose here, Miss Porter, trust me,” Clayton assured her, smiling snidely. Jane didn’t like something in his smile. It seemed almost… sinister.

“If you understand our purpose here, then stop shooting at every little sound,” she insisted.

Clayton sighed and lowered his rifle. “Very well, Miss Porter.”

The Porters and Clayton both had interest in the gorillas, but in greatly different ways.

Jane waited with Clayton for their father to catch up with them. He wasn’t far behind. As her small father emerged behind a giant jungle ferm, he had an excited look on his face.

“Daddy? What is it?” Jane asked, feeling the excitement radiating off of him. She hadn’t seen him look so delighted since they’d landed ashore.

“Jane!” he exclaimed. “You’re not going to believe this! There’s a nest! A gorilla nest! Oh, you’ve got to see, come, come!” He disappeared into the jungle again just as swiftly as he’d come, seeming to have gotten 10 years younger in his excitement.

Clayton was even faster than Jane to make his way after him. He practically pushed her out of the way in his haste. Jane was about to follow, but a tug at her skirt startled her. She turned to see a tiny monkey pulling at the train of her poofy skirt.

“Oh Daddy! Come back! Clayton!” she called in a loud whisper, but they were already off to the gorilla nests.

Jane turned her attention to the adorable baby monkey. He seemed to be grinning at her! She fumbled to grab her sketchpad in time as the tiny monkey circled around her. She couldn’t miss this! This was a real life monkey, better than an empty gorilla nest.

She began to sketch the creature - it was transfixed with her so it’s attention was held easily enough. Jane too was transfixed with it. It was nice to be away from her father and Clayton as well. It was just Jane and this monkey, two species meeting for the first time. Jane had to capture this moment. In a few minutes Jane produced a rough sketch of the monkey. The little thing came up to her side, as if interested. Jane smiled.

“Do you like it?” she asked.

The baby monkey gave her a curious look then cocked its head at her and tried to snatch the sketch from her hand.

“Oh no, I’m sorry, but you can’t have it,” Jane said. She attempted to yank it out of his grasp but the little creature was insistent!

She played keepaway with the monkey for a time. She jumped up on a log as the monkey tried climbing her body next in an attempt to get his portrait.

Jane started to laugh as his little hands tickled her lower back as he tried to climb his way up her bustle. She was so busy goofing off with the little monkey she didn’t notice an evil presence watching them through the dense forest. The little monkey didn’t notice either, but his family did.

The next thing Jane knew she was surrounded by a horde of monkeys! So many they blocked her from view of the evil presence. They started making awfully loud noises and reaching for her.

“Oh… oh no…” she said, raising her hands defensively. “Um, listen, please, you can have the picture - just take it.” She tossed it towards the baby monkey and began to make her way through the monkey horde slowly, trying to move in the direction she’d come, but each step she took seemed to make them more and more feral.

Unbeknownst to Jane, the evil jungle cat lurking in the shadows was the reason for the monkeys’ frantic behavior. Jane tried to run away, but as she was heading in the direction of the tiger the monkeys' panicked even more. They tried to block her path, which only frightened her more. Jane began to run. The tiger hidden in the jungle smiled evilly - this prey was just too easy.

Just before Jane stumbled straight into the tiger’s claws, she was suddenly swept up by a strong, very much human, hand. Jane screamed as she was scooped up by the waist and started soaring high through the air back in the direction of the monkeys. She was safe from the danger beneath, but very much worried about the danger around and above! Jane was terrified she was going to knock into a tree.

But whoever was carrying her had excellent agility, and she did not have to worry as they weaved through the trees with ease.

“Oh my god. Put me down! Put me down!” she insisted. Her legs started flailing. She looked up towards the stranger, and saw a man naked from the waist up, with long, tangled hair and a sharp jawline. He was wearing a loincloth, an actual loincloth! Jane thought it was safe to assume he hadn’t been a stowaway on the ship with them.

The wild man leapt from vine to vine. Her body jostled each time he transitioned to the next vine. Her hat fell to the forest floor. His grip on her waist was tight and uncomfortable.

“I demand you put me down this instant!!” she yelled.

He seemed to comply and leapt from a vine to a thick branch, but it was only to reposition her. He lifted her high and swung her around, placing her at his back and yanking her legs around his waist in some sort of piggy-back fashion. Jane would have protested, but she’d finally noticed the tiger in the distance. It slashed the small, helpless monkeys out of the way in pursuit of the real prize: human meat.

Jane screamed and grabbed around the man’s shoulders tightly. Confident now she would not let go, the wild man leapt off the branch and began moving through the trees again, leaping from vine to vine like an acrobat. Jane’s hands clutched at his chest, felt the muscles moving beneath his skin as he maneuvered them with ease. She was so scared she would lose her strength and fall down to the jungle floor below.

The monkeys and the tiger were still in pursuit. Jane refused to look back, but she could hear their calls from behind her.

Jane’s heart pounded as they soared through the air. Her thighs clenched around his waist and her hands clutched his chest tightly. Her breasts pressed against his bare, muscular back.

The jungle man took a sharp turn all of a sudden. Jane screamed and the worst happened - she lost her grip and began to fall to the jungle floor below!

Her life didn’t quite flash before her eyes but she could hear her friends' voices echoing in her mind, scolding her for going on such a dangerous trip in the pursuit of research. At this moment, Jane wished she’d listened to them.

But like a miracle, he saved her again! The wild man came back for her, swept in on a low vine and grabbed her by the foot, then swung her up against his body, this time facing him. He grunted and placed a hand under her bottom as Jane clung to him, this time holding on for dear life in the front instead of the back. With one hand securing her to him, the other grabbed yet another vine and they were off again.

Jane could hardly believe this! It felt like she was flying… kind of… if flying were a two person endeavor. From this angle, she could see the monkeys in the distance - they finally seemed to be slowing. Jane sighed in relief, but she still feared the tiger, though for now there didn’t seem to be any sign of him.

At last their jungle joyride came to an end when the wild man landed them onto an old tree branch with a great thud. The force of their landing caused the tree branch to splinter and crack. Jane felt the branch giving way beneath her.

The jungle man was quick to act. He swung them around so she was on the side closest to the tree trunk, but as the lone branch started to fall, he had to move closer to her. His body pressed against hers, his arms extended on either side of her head, trapping her in. She felt his hard, naked body against her through her dress. His loincloth seemed to have stiffened up a bit at their closeness. He leaned down to her neck, and Jane wondered if he was about to kiss her! But then, he began to sniff her instead!

 

[Homerun2611]

While to others, like Jane, the sounds exchanged between the gorillas and even between the various species sounded like eeeh, ooh’s, growls and screeches, the animals of the jungle had their own language and communications, some verbal, much not. “EEE EEEH OOOH TAR OOOH OOH” He heard the cry over the tree tops, it was a call to Tarzan, from his mother, Tuinato. Of course, Tuinato was not his mother, any more than Garrigo was his father. They were both gorillas, his father the leader of all gorillas, apes and monkeys in the jungle.

Tarzan was a man, although big and strong, roughly the equal of his father, but a man nonethelses. Tarzan had been deserted as a baby, when Tuinato found him, his village was in ruins and everyone was either dead, fled or take prisoner. He had been found wrapped in clothes, in his dead mother’s arms. A tear had rolled down the old gorilla’s face as she carefully picked the baby up and returned him to their home. “What is that?” His father had bellowed, “He, he is man, man are bad!” It was a fair conclusion for all he had ever seen of man was cruelty, killing and imprisonment. Tuinato would have none of it. “HE is a BABY, he could not hurt a fly and he needs care, MY CARE!” Garrigo knew it was worthless to argue, eventually his wife would find her senses. However, instead it was Garrigo who came to love the young “ape man” as his own, his only, and in time, Tarzan woud even assume his role as heir apparent as King of the Gorillas.

Eventually, after many mishaps he even had a younger brother and sister. Not blood, but family nonetheless. For he like they had been nursed by Tuinato, and raised and trained to be a leader of the jungle. So, his mother’s call, could mean one of two things, MAN or another fierce predator had invaded their home in the jungle. In this case, it would be both! Tarzan was now fully grown and nearly 25 years old, he was two poles high, almost six foot six, and just over 16 stones, or 225 pounds. His eyes were deep blue, his skin, almost entirely bare, a deep rich tan, his hair shoulder length and dark brown. He wore only a simple loin cloth, as Tuinato scolded him, “human men do not just hang out there like we do, without the fur to hide it.” Now “it” was its own matter, amongst gorillas, Tarzan’s it, was a very modest just under ten inches, and nicely thick, however, and how his mother knew this he was not sure, his was something to be proud of!

Tarzan flew as easily through the trees as a bird, and nearly as fast, swinging from vine to vine covering the nearly half mile between he and his mother in just under two minutes. “What is it?” He asked in their jungle language, “Shakira is in our jungle and there is a woman in danger, help her!”

Immediately he saw what was happening, his mother was using a young monkey, Suni, to lure the woman away, and the dangerous looking creatures around her, were soldiers at his mother’s able command as his father was gone for the day at a jungle tribal chiefs meeting. “Aaah ahh ahhh yaoh ahhh!” Tarzan screamed out, while beating his chest with his fist. The call served two purposes, letting the soldiers know he would be swooping in to grab the girl and could soon seek safety themselves, the other was to call out to Shakira! The gorillas, apes and monkeys lived very peacefully with the lions. Tarzan’s father always referred to Mustafa as a good leader and king, only killing when necessary and keeping the lands fertile for all. So yes, the antelopes, and buffalos did occasionally fall prey to the lions needs but never more than necessary, meanwhile the gorillas were safe as were there near kin.

However, the tigers and even panthers were a different story, fierce killers who would prey on anything, sometimes purely for sport, and an unnecessary snack. Tarzan was bellering to the lion, who roared back, “They were foolish enough to come into my territory and the female is sweet, tender meat!” Back and forth they went, Tarzan was not afraid of the tiger, even though in a direct fight he knew it would not likely be close, but give him a spear or fire, oh how they hated fire, and somehow using his hands he had once watched a man, as a boy and learned the trick himself!

To the woman it must have been as if he came out of nowhere, swooping in and picking her up with all the difficultly she herself might bend over to pick up a toy for a child. He heard her scream, but paid no attention, he knew exactly what he was doing, and with her in one hand, needed to time his release and catch of the next vine with a single hand with expert skill and enormous strength. When she then said, “Oh my god. Put me down! Put me down!” He of course had no idea what she might be saying as he did not speak human of any kind, or her specific version of English. Even if he had understood, he would not have listened, he was going to save her, even if she didn’t now the peril she was actually in!

She babbled on, “I demand you put me down this instant!!” But he paid no more heed than before, he knew exactly what she needed, whether she did or not. However, as he took he along, he began to notice things, how she smelled, almost like a flower, how she looked, beautiful but with paint on her face like the jungle warriors, how little and delicate, how light and good she felt in his arms, not at all like and ape or gorilla or even a fawn. He also felt his body, feeling things, not just the natural adrenaline rush of this match with the big cat, but something else, something different, something he did not understand.

The way she rode up and down on his loin cloth created the “mmmm” nicest sensation, and it was making his “it” that his mother had told him he should keep covered, very big and hard! And he felt it tent the small cloth up and into the human lady. As she wrapped her legs around him and pressed into his chest, he mistakenly thought she had a hold and he could move faster with two hands and arms, but he let go only a moment, and she slipped away! Quick as a flash he let go himself, and swung back, she feel only for a few seconds, but when he caught her again, he could feel her heart pounding and the fright in her eyes. He grunted, gripping her, telling her he would not let go again, no matter how good he believed her grip. Less than a minute they were safe, high on a tree limb on a largely bark less tree. Even if the big can found them, she could not get to them.

Gently he slid her down his body, trying to turn to hide his hardness. There was a sheen of sweat on his body, which only magnificent his huge muscles more! He kept an arm around her waist gripping it so she did not fall again. He did what he and all animals did on meeting, he leaned in to get her scent, finding the lower he sniffed, like all animals, the more fragrant she got. Tarzan, like all jungle creatures did not discern smells, as neither good nor bad, but if he had, he would have found hers’ particularly pleasant.

Sniff, sniff, sniff, he finally had her, and then stood up and pointed to her nose, and then himself, inviting her to take in his smell as well? Next he took his big hand and extended his index finger, pointing to himself, first he called out his jungle call, “TAR OOH” then he remembered how the humans he had seen speak and did is best to emulate….voicing something, as close as he could to “T - A - R - Z - A - N”. He looked up into her eyes and then pointed at her chest, asking in his own, rough way, “who are you?” But no words were spoken, just pointing and a grunt. Of course he had no idea how prominent his erection was, or how unusual and unexpected it would be for Jane to be confronted by such a raw display of masculine verility!

 

[Emstar303]

Though they’d stopped flying through the trees, Jane’s heart was still beating fast as the ape man sniffed her from head to toe. His erection was barely concealed beneath the scrap of cloth he had wrapped around his waist. By the time he’d stopped sniffing her, his cock could nearly be seen poking out from beneath the cloth. The only polite thing to do was avert her eyes, but the curious scholar could not resist sneaking just a little peek!

Jane had never seen a penis in real life before - only in medical textbooks, but this jungle man’s looked impressive. She quickly looked back to his face.

He pointed at her nose, then to himself, as if requesting she take a sniff of him now!

“Fascinating… he looks like a man but acts like an animal…” Jane pondered aloud. To appease the ape man, for she did not yet know his true nature, Jane leaned in and gave his neck a brief but strong sniff. To her surprise, for a man of the jungle, she found his potent, manly scent pleasant. He stunk of the jungle, but there was a primal manliness she wanted to drown in.

Jane jumped slightly when he shouted all of a sudden. It took a moment to realize he was introducing himself. He tried to sound out his name for her the best he could. Jane nodded and repeated, “Tarzan. Your name is Tarzan…”

He wanted to know her name as well. He pointed at her chest and grunted.

“I’m Jane,” she said, still a little breathless from their adventure and the fact she was face to face with a near naked man with the demeanor of an ape. She pointed to her chest and repeated, “Jane.” Then, she pointed to his chest, accidentally nudging him slightly, “Tarzan.” She pointed back to herself, “Jane,” just to make sure they were clear.

Jane looked away from his intense gaze to take in her surroundings. Nothing was familiar of course. They were in the middle of the dense jungle. She returned her attention to the ape man. Her back was plastered against the tree trunk as he leaned in closer than was polite for a first meeting.

“Tarzan… take Jane back to her camp? Um…” Jane vaguely pointed in the direction they’d come, hoping he’d understand.

 

[Homerun2611]

“Fascinating… he looks like a man but acts like an animal…” It was a concise, yet insightful comment. For Tarzan, was both, a man, very much raised with the instincts and many habits of an animal. Of course, he had no comprehension of her actual words, to him they were simply squeaks and soft lilts, and dulcet tones. He found them captivating, her to be captivating, but almost completely incomprehensible, as she surely found him. For Tarzan spoke the language of the jungle, a language known and understood by all the species native to the habitat. It did not matter if it were ape, lion, tiger, snake or other, and a most distinct other was Tarzan himself.

Now that he had her safe, and she had taken the opportunity to smell him as well, although not in the conventional way, as she had not even made an attempt to take a whiff of his genitals, the only way to really make acquaintance in the jungle. He assumed she was just biding her time. As for his getting to know her, that seemed problematic, for either she was shaped most oddly, a bit like a gord, thin sculpted top, with bulbous bottom, or her many layers of covering hid her natural figure.

Tarzan was actually quite gallant by jungle standards, and he smiled as she repeated his name. Pointing again to his chest, this time smiling, and nodding positively, while again grunting, "T A R Z A N!" affirming her statement, and daring with his deep dark eyes into her pools of bluish, hazleish color. He had pointed to her, and she seemed to understand, again smiling as he attempted to phonetically repeat, "J...J...Ja....Jane..." Then pointing enthusiastically, almost bouncing from the shared comprehension, first point to himself ..."TARZAN..." and then pressing his index finger into her soft, billowy breast, "J A N E!" He was thrilled and while nodding his head, looked at her for affirmation.

Jane was about to learn that Tarzan, despite his primitive upbringing, was very, very smart. His IQ if she ever was able to accurately measure was extremely high, which was why he had been able as a human to fully learn the language of the jungle, and quickly master skill after skill absent any formal training, only copying through observation. His father had quickly recognized this in his "adopted" son, and it was why, even early in his development, he had set the stage for Tarzan's ascension as his successor.

With his new found knowledge of her name, Tarzan was ready to progress their relationship. Like any animal Tarzan was most curious and had no sense of propriety or social customs. So, as he might in inspecting a bunch of fallen bananas, evaluating their ripeness and readiness for consumption, he decided to inspect her. She had made some other noise, first addressing him, but her request made no sense and was thus ignored at first, as Tarzan had more pressing concerns.

'Ooooh, oooh, aaah!" He stated most plainly as he looked earnestly into her eyes. "I wish to explore and understand you?" Would have been the translation if she had a jungle to English dictionary. While remaining perfectly balanced on the limb, he lowered himself down on his haunches, into a crouching position. On his descent, he did pause momentarily to whiff her mid section, but as he thought, the covering was too dense to really appreciate her scent.

Now down, and with the balance and agility of a trapeze artist or tight rope walker, Tarzan rached down and lifted up Janes' dress to see what might lie under, and of course, to get that badly needed whiff of understanding. There were many layers of the light, and lacy material, but quickly he found her legs, although also covered, but by what he did not know. Was this some special fur or skin unique to her kind? As Tarzan had not yet made the connection that he was actually one of her kind, as opposed to her not being one of his.

Grasping her ankle, he began to run his large, strong hands up her leg, his fingertips moving from her ankle to her calf with the intent of slipping all the way up her inner thigh. However, something broke his concentration, she was saying something, trying to move, but where or why, he did not understand and so he broke his gaze of her undergarments and looked up, seeking to understand?

 

[Emstar303]

Tarzan repeated his name back to her, grinning happily. He seemed absolutely thrilled they’d been able to communicate at least their names to each other. Jane couldn’t help but smile back at the wild man. His grin was infectious; it was so sincere and happy. Contagious.

Jane was glad they’d been able to share their names with one another, but there was much more she longed to learn about him. His name barely scratched the surface. “Tarzan,” she repeated his name as he pointed a finger at her, then prodded just above her soft right breast insistently as he repeated her name again.

They’d managed to establish each other’s names, which was a great start! But he had not understood her request to escort her back to camp, nor she his request to explore and understand her. If she had, she would have been oddly charmed by his sincere primal demeanor. The ape man bent down onto all fours and leant forward to smell her again. Jane’s heart beat faster.

“Oh god, I’m stuck in a tree with an ape man, ahaha!” Jane let out an awkward little laugh, almost as if in disbelief at her own situation. She’d been expecting encounters with gorillas, not human men who acted like gorillas!

Tarzan began to get to know her as only an ape man knew how: he dove beneath her skirts, clearly intent on smelling her most intimate parts. Jane kicked her leg out instinctively against him, but couldn’t stop the feeling of primal arousal she experienced as Tarzan ran his strong hands up her leg. She nearly lost herself to primal urges, but finally came to her senses when his hand reached the inside of her upper thigh, clearly not intent on stopping.

“No no no!” Jane shouted. She kicked forward, forcing him out from beneath her skirts. Despite her rejection, she was not mad at him in the slightest. How could she be? He was merely acting as an animal would… Jane was not so disturbed as she was intrigued and aroused. She almost did not want to stop him, instead preferring he get to know her in his primal way. Could she claim it was for science? Jane almost let him continue, but her polite nature won over in the end and she decided that even for sciences’ sake she should not be anything less than a proper lady.

She kicked him out from under her skirt, a touch regretfully. “You must get out of there!” she insisted. “You are a human man, not an ape. You cannot act to me as an animal would. You must use your words…” Jane stared into his deep brown eyes, mesmerized by them. Even knowing he could not understand her, she continued. “How did you come to live here, Tarzan?” she asked. Jane gestured to the jungle as a whole, gesturing to the nature surrounding them.

She surveyed the jungle again, wondering what direction she should take to find her camp.

“Will you take me with you, Tarzan?” she asked hopefully. She reached forward and grasped his hand in hers. She held her palm outstretched against his, human hand against human hand. With her free hand she pointed in the direction from whence they’d come. She smiled at him warmly. “Will you protect me? I need to find my father. He’ll be very worried that I am gone.”

Jane knew he could not understand her, but she hoped he would not abandon her to the wilds of the jungle. Jane may have the read knowledge of the jungle, but she had none of the practical experience, and she hoped this rugged handsome native man would be willing to be her guide.

 

[Homerun2611]

Tarzan was quite simply, having a ball! Jane was a curiosity and a conundrum all packaged in the most beautiful wrapping Tarzan had ever seen. Tarzan had never taken a mate, much to his mother's chagrin, but no female gorilla seemed right, so, in fact, wel, other than some self pleasuring that Tarzan had learned how to do by watching his primate buddies, Tarzan was a virgin!

And while this, somewhat noisy thing he had swooped up and saved, was not an ape, she was, perhaps, a possibility. So following the courting rituals of his peers, Tarzan had initiated his wooing. First he had sniffed, and then, in as clear of an indication of interest as one member of the male species, can show another, he had gone down to get a good whiff of her genitalia.

It was just, that, she had, so much fur! Well, not fur, but whatever this white, frilly stuff was, there was layer after layer. Yet, Tarzan was not to be derailed by something so temporary. He grunted as he began siftint through, lifting one layer, only to find another. She must be extremely cold, he thought, to need all of this. He on the other hand, was perfectly suited to the climate in his loin cloth, just enough to make sure that certain key things were not scratched as he swung through the vines or ran through the brush and bushes.

Finally, he thought he was getting somewhere when, “No no no!” Jane shouted. Now the words did not mean much, but the tone, combined with a bit of kicking, she was seemingly discouraging him. Tarzan was a gentelman at heart, a kind soul who sought praise. He was, from an emotional maturity standpoint, a .... puppy! And as such, having been slightly rebuked, eh popped up, seeking praise, smiling at Jane, and relishing that she smiled back. Had he had a tail, it would have been wagging profusely!

Again, she was trying to talk, and he looked at her confused, going back to his old reliables, of pointing to himself, "T A R Z A N" and then her, "J A N E" and nodding hoping for affirmation. He saw her acknowledge and then point, seemingly back from where they had come. Tarzan looked, and did not see any sign of the Tiger, yet he pointed down to make sure she understood. They were balanced here on a limb, walking out was not an option, they would need to travel back by vine, just as they had come, at least for a bit.

He grabbed the vine and shook it, nodding and looking at her, trying to sense if she understood, but found he was mesmerized by a gorgeous smile and eyes he would welcomely drown in. He pressed closer, and nuzzled her. Running the tip of his nose up and down her neck and cheek, sniffing the sweet aroma of her expensive perfume. He had enjoyed flowers like this, but never another animal. Was she an animal? He hoped so.

Sniffing her genitalia had not worked, so he did the only other thing he knew, he.... licked her! This was no probing, questioning lick. Nope, tongue flat and broad, saliva laced, he began at the base of her neck, up her neck and over her cheek, a firm wet lick, until, "blech!!!" There was something a bit pasty on her cheek and it partly covered his tongue. A bit bitter, he had gotten a good taste of her base and rouge. Of course he had no idea of the paint that women wore, just that it tasted awful! Yet...there was something about her, that tasted very good!

So, while he was not quite sure what she was trying to say to him, he thought he might give it another whack. He was just about to lick again when, “EEE EEEH OOOH TAR..." He heard his mother's call ring out. This time it was not danger, but concern, where had he gone and how was he? He leaned back, and while beating his muscular chest with his fist, called back "AH AHA AHA" to let her know he was fine and would be right there.

It was time to leave, and so, swooping up Jane in one strong arm and mitt, and grabbing the vine with the other, he began to work his way back both to his nest, and unknowling, also in the general direction of her campsite!

 

[Emstar303]

Tarzan came out from under her skirt smiling, as if he hadn't just been acting completely inappropriately! It was oddly endearing and Jane couldn’t help but smile back a little. She was glad he was listening to her. He was being a good jungle man for now. He understood she had rebuked him and stopped. She could not blame him for trying to get to know her as an animal would.

He went back to repeating their names again. Jane nodded. “Yes. Jane. Tarzan take Jane home.”

Jane tried to articulate to Tarzan where she needed to go by pointing back in the direction they’d come. Tarzan pointed to the ground, then shook the vine they’d swung in on. He meant to take her home, but on the vine again. Jane didn’t like that, but she understood it was safer to be up here than with the predators on the ground. The tiger that had chased them was probably still lurking nearby.

She turned her gaze back to Tarzan who was still grinning at her like a loon. Jane let out a little laugh and smiled back. Tarzan leaned in close to her and licked her neck. She could feel the heat emanating from his body, as well as the wetness of his hot tongue on her skin. It felt… good. Tarzan licked up her neck and Jane almost moaned. But this wasn't a sensual kiss to the neck, this was a “I want to taste you” primal act! He didn't stop at her neck and kept going up to her cheek, where he promptly sputtered on her makeup.

Jane couldn't stifle a laugh at his reaction, but it was a good natured laugh. He was so endearing! Her makeup was foreign to him. She was foreign to him! Had he truly never seen a fellow human before? By the way he was reacting to her, it certainly seemed so, unless he came from a tribe whose practices were more primitive than most humans these days

Suddenly a loud call boomed through the jungle. It sounded like a gorilla! Jane looked around excitedly as best one could who was trapped between a tree trunk and a half naked man. Then Tarzan called out so loudly in a clear pattern clearly indicating speech, he was responding to the call! Jane was as delighted as she was surprised. He must have lived here a long time to speak the language of the jungle, long enough that he'd forgotten, no, never learned, English, or any human language. Were the gorillas his only companions?

He grasped her again all of a sudden and Jane gasped but did not protest, as she trusted him to get her back home. She clutched him very tightly, not wanting a repeat of last time. There was no need though, for Tarzan did not let her go this time. He kept an extremely firm grip on her while the other clutched the vine tight. Then he set off through the jungle once again.

If possible, Jane clutched his chest even tighter. She felt his muscles move as he expertly pivoted his body and used all his limbs to navigate them through the jungle, even his feet! He really was a wonder. Despite all the energy he was using to transport them, somehow his hard, loin-cloth covered penis pressed into her thigh as they soared through the air.

Although it was absolutely terrifying, it was also exhilarating! Not his penis, well, maybe some of that, but it was also the view and the speed! From up so high it was easy to see the jungle’s beauty, which was why she was so sad to see a large cluster of trees missing. That was odd; they still seemed to be a ways from her camp, why were there so many trees cleared here? She and her father had made it clear to Clayton and his men to only clear a small path through the jungle as they went along in signs of the gorillas.

Jane didn’t have long to think on it as Tarzan moved quickly, and soon, she came to the realization they were not going in the direction of their camp anymore. “Oh no!” she exclaimed instinctively. “Oh, Tarzan! Not this way. My camp is that way! I think...” Jane insisted. She pointed over his back in the opposite direction.

“Why did I think I could trust a jungle man? I must have lost my mind!” she wondered aloud. She had no way to know if Tarzan had misunderstood her request or was actively defying her wishes, but something in his genuine expressions made her feel safe with him.

 

[Homerun2611]

As Tarzan spat out the face paint from the beautiful damsel he had saved from the danger of the jungle tiger, he saw her eyes dance as she laughed. He looked at her curious only to realize she was laughing at him, no more with him, to the distaste of the paint. And he looked up, blushing and smiling too.

He could tell she was kind, sweet, of no danger, quite the opposite. He would have licked her again, this time staying at her neck, but he heard the call of his mother, she was calling him home, assumably for him to bring the woman his mother had called for him to save. And so, a good boy, he did as his mother had requested.

He knew Jane was a bit startled as he swept her up, and began their flight back home, his home, not hers. He knew she was telling him something, something about where to go, he believed, but where? Perhaps Tuinato could help him understand, or Garrigo, they were his parents, and almost everything he knew he had learned from them.

She seemed to have learned from their first trip, gripping him tightly with both arms and even her legs as best she could. He felt her arms wrapped around his neck, her body pressed, tight, rubbing, rubbing, so wonderfully, so magically with every catch and release of vine after vine. How could she possibly feel this good, he moved slightly but it only made the rubbing more emphatic, as his penis got harder and harder and harder, more aroused, throbbing and "mmmm" he groaned, the sensation more wonderful than he ever thought possible.

He had seen animals mate, even his own parents, his father rutting into his mother, but only his father seemed to really enjoy, his mother simply in heat, until she wasn't, while his father, like any of the male monkeys, could become aroused by rubbing of any kind! Now he understood all the fuss, for never had he rubbed so much, against anything so nice and so, Tarzan wanted, needed, the release the others seemed to achieve!

Tarzan was so consumed by the rising need in his penis, the delightful urgency that Jane's body seemed to create in his cock, that the time just flew, he was swinging and wiggling, closing his eyes to enjoy and moan, only to open just in time to catch the next extended vine and swing on! "Oohhh ....mmmm...hmmmm...ahhhh!!!" He moaned, finally realizing how Jane's eyes had gotten so wide and seemed to be staring at him strangely.

All Tarzan could do was grin a sheepish grin, blush and swing on as he was getting closer and closer and closer to ....THUMP! He let go of the final vine and landed, smack dab in the middle of his nest. There was a flat in the mountain, caves and trees in every direction, each housing his friends, and relatives, and there at the far end were his parents. Garrigo, all 450 pounds of him squatting and emitting a low growl, and Tuinato, all 276 pounds of her, hopping back and forth, one foot then the other, rocking, excited, that after all of this time her son had finally brought home a mate! Imagine an old Italian woman deep in the heart of Little Italy, who was finally going to marry off her prodigal son, meet the girl who would give her grand babies, and you would have the emotions coursing through Tuinato's body, at that very moment!

"Hee hee hoo hoo hee hee" she squealed, asking in gorilla talk, "Is she nice, she looks pretty for a ..." "Hoo hoo" Tarzan scowled a bit, "human?" Tuinato was undeterred. "Yes, for a human, pretty girl like you are handsome boy!" She said sweetly, "So have you ... mated?" She seemed so hopeful. it was a highly personal question, but these questions were asked and answered in gorilla families as to mate was to claim, mark as yours. Tarzan shook his head, NO.

"HA HA HA" Garrigo grumbled, even showing his fangs which Jane reacted to. His question quite to the point, "When is she leaving?" He didn't mean the nest, he met the entire jungle. "Hee Hoo Hee Ha!" "She isn't! She is for Tarzan, he needs one of ... uh...those!" "HRMPH!" Garrgo muttered as once again Tuinato gave the king of the gorillas a good talking to!

Over she waddled, "I want to meet her!" and so she did, moving in close, separating Tarzan and Jane, and putting her massive arm and paw around Jane to smell her similar to Tarzan! "Nice! she said, nodding and looking at her son. "You should smell her!" She told her husband who would have none of it. Finally Tarzan though could focus on is other issue, relieving the throbbing pylon of passion, tenting his loincloth. Slipping it off, he sat down on the ground, and doing what he had seen his monkey brothers do often, he began stroking his very nice, large, throbbing cock!

"Mmmm....ooohhhh....mmmmmm.....ahhhhh!" Tarzan was suddenly getting ready to release, not realizing that his self enjoyment had been noticed by the two women, his mother and Jane! WAP!!! He felt his hand slapped away from his needy cock, and looked up first into the scowling eyes of his mother, and then the, well, he didn't know how to describe the look in the eyes of Jane. "Stop that!" His mother spoke in gorilla talk! "That is for her! Don't be an animal like..." She waved her arm around to the other males, "...them!" She leaned over and grabbed the loin cloth and threw it over his cock, now dripping with precum, looking a bit like a sheet tossed on top of a wet telephone pole.

Tarzan knew he had done something wrong, what and why exactly, he would ask later, and so the look on his face was the sort of the awkward grin of the proverbial child caught with his hand in the cookie jar!

Tuinato tried to communicate with Jane, changing the topic, and they seemed to, in a way, understand each other. Finally Tuinato turned to Tarzan. "She needs to go home, to her camp, but I am sure, she will come again." Tuinato rubbed her paw over Jane's hair and gently her cheek, a sort of goodbye. And then she motioned to Tarzan who once again swept Jane up and reached for a vine, to take her to the camp that the monkeys had been watching as the human camp! However, much to his chagrin, his cock was still quite hard!

 

[Emstar303]

Jane held Tarzan with all her might even though he’d veered off in the wrong direction. Just releasing one hand from his shoulder to point towards camp had been scary enough. She did not want a repeat of last time. So Jane clutched Tarzan tight, even though she had no idea where he was bringing her.

Her heart beat so fast, but she wasn’t sure whether to attribute that to the thrill of flying through the jungle, the anticipation of wondering where Tarzan was taking her, or the sensation of his hard, barely clothed manhood raging against her center!

As Tarzan leapt from vine to vine, Jane’s modest breasts bounced against his hard chest and his cock pushed harder against her. The wild man audibly groaned. Jane laughed awkwardly, trying to look past it, but when he continued moaning there was no ignoring it. The man was outright groaning, intentionally writhing his body against hers.

All the close contact with a near nude wild man had Jane all aflutter. Oh god, what if he was taking her off to mate somewhere!? And why, when she should be scandalized and terrified of that, all she could think about was how good his hard body, his throbbing manhood, felt pressing against her, even though her poofy dress. His grunts and sounds of satisfaction were turning her on.

“You must stop that!” she said, for it was the proper thing to do. Her voice was a little, a lot, breathless. It was a good thing there was no visible sign for female arousal, else Jane would be mortified right now.

Ugh, why couldn’t she just be like a normal refined English girl interested in the finer things in life, always knowing the polite thing to do? Instead, here she was flying with a half naked man through the jungle, half hoping he was going to drag her off to some lagoon somewhere and have his way with her!

Jane let out a small yelp as they landed all of a sudden, though Tarzan took the brunt of the landing. Being the talented ape man he was, he stood again with ease and placed Jane back on her feet.

“Thank you, Tarzan,” Jane said.

As the world stopped spinning and came into focus, Jane was struck at the scene before her. She was in the middle of a gorilla nest! And not just one, but many, numerous, more than she could count, which proved her and her father’s theory that the gorillas lived in familial groups! Oh and they were much, much bigger than she’d pictured.

“Oh Tarzan, thank you! Thank you for bringing me here!” she said excitedly, practically bouncing on her feet.

All the gorillas noticed their grand entrance, but one pair in particular seemed especially interested in them. They waddled over, one seemed excited, while the other looked wary. Jane was perhaps as thrilled to finally meet gorillas as Tarzan’s mother was to see her adopted hairless, oddball of a son had finally found one of his own kind. His father, however, was not at all pleased to see a human. Humans meant trouble; had in the past and surely would now.

For Jane, even Garrigo’s intimidating appearance could not surpass the excitement she felt at being surrounded by gorillas. Tauinato approached her first and started making all sorts of grunts, squeals and other vocal expressions. Tarzan appeared to understand her, and responded in her tongue. This wild man was one of them.

All of a sudden, the great male gorilla beside the smaller vocal female let out a loud, intimidating sound and bore his fangs. Jane held up her hands and tensed in fright. Luckily, she had Tarzan beside her to protect her. The great ape seemed to be questioning Tarzan angrily, but it was the female gorilla who responded. She gestured at Jane and continued making those excited sounds akin to speech. She forced herself between the two humans. Despite her size, Jane wasn’t intimidated by the female gorilla like she was the male. Tuinato was acting incredibly friendly. She actually wrapped her arm around Jane and gave her a great sniff!

Jane was delighted Tuinato was getting to know her! It was amazing to be welcomed like this. She hoped Tuinato wouldn’t try to lick her like Tarzan had though. The warmth radiating from Tuinato was enough to thaw some of Garrigo’s coldness, just enough that he didn’t growl at Jane anymore. Jane suspected he was the leader of the group. Tuinato kept pointing to Jane then to her husband and back. She smelled Jane’s hair and ran her soft padded fingers through it. Jane giggled as the mother gorilla got to know her.

“Oh, it is so nice to meet you too!” Jane chirped to the female gorilla. Tuinato cooed at her as Jane patted her head. She was so happy to finally meet gorillas, and to have this motherly gorilla in particular fawning all over her, that she didn’t notice Tarzan’s impolite behavior until it was impossible NOT to notice, for he’d started moaning, grunting, and groaning louder than Tuinato’s chipper loud vocals could overpower.

Jane turned her attention back to Tarzan who’d whipped out his penis and started stroking vigorously. Jane gasped in shock. Never had she seen such a sinful display! This man truly was an animal, motivated by the basest of needs! Jane couldn’t draw her eyes away as Tarzan pleasured himself right in front of her!

His mother scolded him immediately, hitting him upside the head. Tarzan’s grip faltered on his cock, and Jane bore witness to the beautiful sight of his manhood bobbing up and down, a strand of precum glistening from the tip. Jane had never seen a male penis in real life before…

It was fascinating.

The female ape pointed to Jane, then back to her son, “oohing” and “haaing” in frustration. Jane interpreted this to mean she was upset he was wasting his semen when he had a mate available. She gestured wider then, to the gorillas at large. Jane almost laughed at the absurdity of it, but she was struck into silence at the sight of Tarzan’s erect cock.

Jane’s big brown eyes didn’t leave the sight, but it was taken from her view as his mother tossed his loincloth back over it, though it did little to hide it’s immensity.

This was all incredibly bizarre.

Tuinto drew Jane’s attention back to her, grabbing her cheek and stroking her hair affectionately.

It took Jane a moment to find her voice as the image of Tarzan’s hard cock was still at the forefront of her mind.

“Um, I really should be going now. My father will be worried about me. I need to find my camp.” She pointed to herself, then back and forth between Tarzan and Garrigao, then in the general area all around them. It was a miracle but the female gorilla seemed to understand. She patted Jane’s cheek gently, spoke a few more words Jane could not understand and the next thing she knew Tarzan had swept her up and she was soaring through the jungle again!

That had been so bizarre, this was still so bizarre! Once again Tarzan’s hard cock pressed into her thigh as they soared through the jungle. Again he rubbed his body against hers, and this time Jane did not encourage him to stop. She didn’t encourage him to continue either, at least she didn’t think she had, though somehow he had managed to get beneath her first layer of skirt this time, so she felt his cock more firmly against her thigh. Jane squirmed against him and let out the tiniest of moans as they soared for a long while on one particular vine. As they transferred to the next, her dress flew up in the air, allowing Tarzan’s near nude hardness to touch against her bare lower thigh for the first time. Jane gasped in response and Tarzan grunted. He started rubbing his cock between her thighs more intentionally now and Jane almost moaned. How was he still managing to maneuver them while rutting against her like this? Then she felt his hardness twitch against her thigh. It was at that moment that Tarzan let out a great bellow and his cock twitched against her again and again. Jane gasped as she felt his warm essence against her skin.

Jane was more excited than she should be… probably any amount of excitement in this situation was inappropriate…. but Jane could not help her feelings. The ape man had just ejaculated on her! Jane had never elicited such an intense response in any man! Tarzan was so primal - he was so virile, so shameless in his desire for her. Of course he was. She was likely the first human he’d ever seen!

“I am losing my mind,” she exclaimed as Tarzan finally landed smack dab in the middle of her campsite, his cock of slightly more appropriate size. She felt Tarzan’s cum wet against her leg. She brushed her skirts down, smearing the cum against her skin and hiding it from view as she righted her skirts.

Her father, who’d been studying some maps of the jungle, stood up so violently he scattered them all to the ground.

“Jane!” he exclaimed. The short little man scampered over to his daughter and gave her a big hug and kiss on the cheek. He was so overjoyed to see his daughter safe that he didn’t even notice the man in the loincloth at first.

Jane squeezed her father tight, careful to aim her lower body away from him. Hopefully the stink of natural jungle would overpower the scent of Tarzan’s cum.

“Daddy! You will not BELIEVE what I’ve been through!” Jane exclaimed.

“Oh my! Jane,are you all righ--”

“Oh, Daddy, where do I even start?!” Jane let go of her father and did a little spin to make sure Tarzan hadn’t moved.

“Well, this is Tarzan.” She pointed to the ape man in question.

Her dad jumped, noticing him for the first time. “Oh my! Why, that’s a man in a loincloth!”

“Yes, well, if you’d let me explain.”

“Jane, what were you doing with a wild man in a loincloth?” His tone was not angry but one of genuine curiosity.

Jane hastened to explain, not because she feared her father was angry, but because she wanted to share her adventure with him. Still, it was a bit awkward. “Ah, well, there was a little monkey, I thought it was just one but there was a whole big group of them!! But long story short Tarzan saved me from a tiger! Then he took me to nests, Daddy! Real gorilla nests! It was amazing… I think he had a mother and father and he was one of them, like part of their family!"

Jane was very animated as she spoke, waving her arms with excitement and gesturing excitedly as she recounted her encounter with the monkeys, the tiger, and the ape man… well, not all of her encounters with the ape man…

“They all lived together! A bunch of gorilla nests, as far as the eye can see, filled with little families!” She whirled around towards Tarzan. "Oh Tarzan, you will take me and my Daddy there, won’t you?”

“I hope you haven’t forgotten about me, Miss Porter,” A snide voice interrupted her and her father’s genuine enthusiasm. Clayton emerged from his tent, rifle pointed straight out, aimed at Tarzan!

“Oh, put that down! You don’t understand!” Jane grasped Tarzan by the hand, held her fingers against hers. “I owe him my life.”

Clayton scoffed but lowered his rifle and allowed Jane to continue the rest of her story. He seemed completely disinterested up until the part about the gorillas. He needed to know more. His entire demeanor changed, but Jane saw through that sleazy grin.

“You’ll take us to the gorillas, won’t you, ape man?” Clayton inquired of Tarzan. When Tarzan didn’t immediately answer, Clayton’s impatience got the better of him and he prodded Tarzan in the chest with his finger.

“Stop that! He doesn't understand… yet, but I think I can teach him!” Jane argued. She gave her wild man’s hand a squeeze.

Clayton laughed derisively. He slung his rifle over his back. “Very well, Ms. Porter. You teach him all you want. But might I remind you we have a limited time here.”

“And might I remind you who you work for, Mr. Clayton,” her short, stoutly father interjected. “Now, perhaps you could go find Tarzan some of your clothes to wear?”

Clayton looked infuriated at the very suggestion but did his best to hide it from his employer, albeit rather unsuccessfully. Jane stifled a laugh as Clayton stormed off.

 

[Homerun2611]

Tarzan had brought Jane home to meet his family, his friends. He had delighted in his mother's response, and taken a moment to try to relieve the yearning he was feeling for truly the first time in his life. He was so engrossed, he didn't see or hear his mother at first, not until she made her displeasure clear!

Tarzan's mother had clearly scolded him, but he did not understand why? All his friends, his best friends, apes of roughly his same age and the ones he had been raised with, and knew their mothers, almost like his aunts, Danir, Topeka, Kutar, nearly had a day pass by without finding them with their cocks in their hands, and they had mates!

Tarzan had never had the inclination, despite waking hard, even a few years earlier, having those dreams only to awake in his own mess, to pull it out and take care of it! However, never had he had the feelings, nor enjoyed the motivation, that the look and feel of Jane had provided! He was only doing what his brothers had done, and seemed to enjoy, but only now had the epiphany struck Tarzan as to why. Sniffing, touching, rubbing Jane had made him oh so hard, and then when he touched himself, as they had done, not only did it feel so good, but appeared to be building toward something better.

Hurt, and a bit embarrassed at being scolded, but not for the self pleasuring, Tarzan had slumped back until called upon to take Jane to her home, or human camp, as Tuinato had called it. However, as soon as they were off, her tight in his arms, this time wrapped around him, holding on for dear life, he felt it building again. She tried to move, readjust, he assumed it was to feel safer as he sailed form vine to vine, but the movement and the wind had their own mind, and soon Tarzan's rock hard cock was sliding up and down Jane's soft and tender thigh, her skin caressing and provoking him to points he had never known before.

"Mmm, MMmmmm, OHHHHH!!!!!" He groaned, for how could he not, was this the magic of a woman, was she in heat? Or simply was her touch, the proximity to her womb, and the tender soft skin that wrapped her slender thighs, was this the sensation that his friends had spoken of, why they had laughed at him for not having taken a mate? "OOOhhhh, OOOOH, AHHHH!!!" Now as the flew, the didn't just grab the next fine, he used her legs wrapped around him, her softness pressed against him to rub and rub and...."OOOOOHHH, OOOOOOOOH, AAAAAAHHHH!!! AAH...Aaaaahhhhhhh!!!!" It was as if every nerve in his body had gone down, and manifested themselves in his hardness, and finally, after climinbe the highest cliff, he had flown out away from the earth and found a release, a sensation and a culmination that defied anything he had ever felt before.

Every muscle in his massive, muscular frame had clenched, and then released, for ther jerk, after jerk, after jerk of his hardness, as he shot the warm cream in arcs from his manhood into the softness of her thighs that had just created that action. He had no idea if she had expected this, as he did not, but he did open his eyes, look into hers, and he looked at her with a combination of thanks and passion and arousal, that would bond her to him forever, even if this was the only interaction of that type they ever shared? It wouldn't be, not even close!

Now as he held her, his body finally slowing down, the last of his speed spent and dripping down her leg, it was with a new look he gave her. Was she his mate now? He wanted to be hers. He held her tighter, protective, possessive, for no female, nothing had ever made him feel what she had just accomplished, and all she had to do was be there, that was all he had needed!

The next part of the ride, maybe five minutes, he said nothing as he felt the hardness subside, and a peaceful glow take over his body. When he dropped them into her camp, he saw the short but cheerful man, and let Jane down slowly, and by the difference in their ages, yet the tenderness of the exchange, Tarzan knew he was a friend, and assumed her father. The short, portly man approached Jane and put his hands on her waist and then leaned in and pressed his lips, ever so briefly to Jane's, which seemed to be a showing of affection? Tarzan took note.

Jane looked at him, pointed at him, and he smiled, pointing to himself, "T - ar - zan" nodding as he poked himself, doing his best to introduce himself. He was tempted to progress toward the little man, give him a good sniff, allow him to sniff back. However the man seemed focused on his loincloth!

Tarzan reached down, perhaps he should remove it? But Jane started shaking her head, "No, NO, NOOOO!" Grabbing his forearm, so he looked up, smiling sheepishly. Somehow he would need to teach Jane his language, or perhaps, but doubtful, learn hers. The father and daughter continued to talk and Tarzan just stood there, as Jane occasionally turned and gestured toward him.

At first he didn't see the other man approaching, but when he did, he saw the firestick in his hand! He he seen one of those before, one left behind by a group of hunters they had scared off. His father had raised it, touched the metal appendate and it had suddenly exploded, firing directly into a hornets nest and obliterating it completely. He could only guess what it may do to him?

The firestick was pointing right hat him, and bowing his neck and back Tarzan moved to a crouch, baring his teeth, hissing and ready to pounce! Tarzan heard Jane address the man, speaking a bit harshly as his mother had scolded him, and then he felt her take his hand and he relaxed and stood, trusting Jane instinctively.

The man appeared to address Tarzan, but he did not trust him, nor like the look in his eyes, nor the tone of his voice. He looked at Jan, he did not understand and increasingly no longer felt good here. He did not want to leave her, but everything else was telling him to take flight! Tarzan felt her squeeze his hand, and he looked at her and smiled.

Jane and the man talked at each other, clearly not agreeing, but Tarzan had heard enough. He reached around her waist to turn her to look at him. He pointed at her shoulder, "J A N E" He slowly announced, and then faster, "Tarzan", and then, remembering her father, he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. He was not sure what he should do, so he waited a moment, and then he mimicked what Jane did. Her lips were soft, warm, welcoming, and while he would later learn this was a kiss, this kiss was quite a bit different than her father's.

For this time, she did not touch and pull away, if anything he felt her briefly melt into him, and so as she kissed him in response, he did the same, and liked it! However, he then saw the man with the firestick turn around and knew it was time to go. Breaking the kiss,he would be back but he would be back to see her, maybe the father, but not the other man!

As soon as he let her go, he was off at a sprint, and with a leap, he found a vine, and as Jane's father looked on in amazement, Jane much less so, he was off, gone, into the tree tops, but not to go home, not to go anywhere, but the other side of the island, he had a meeting with a tiger he needed to have, to make clear, the woman, Jane, was not prey!

 

[Emstar303]

Tarzan had prepared to defend himself against Clayton’s weapon like an animal would; crouching back on all fours, baring his teeth, hissing like a jungle cat. Jane stood between him and Clayton, and thankfully she, along with the help of her father, were able to diffuse the situation. Jane held Tarzan’s hand reassuringly, trying to calm him down. Why did Clayton always have to come out guns blazing?

Tarzan squeezed her waist suddenly and turned her attention from Clayton to him. It was easy to do so. She immediately became drawn in by his dark brown eyes. He pointed at her shoulder and spoke her name, then his. He seemed to be saying goodbye! Jane frowned. She didn’t want him to leave just yet! She had so many things she wanted to show him and ask him and teach him! But something in those sincere brown eyes told her he’d be back, so Jane tried not to fret too much.

Before he left, to Jane's surprise Tarzan kissed her on the lips! She was sure gorillas did not kiss, so he must be mimicking her father's kiss of greeting earlier, though Tarzan had missed her cheek by inches! So much so that his lips fell to hers. Was that intentional? Had he meant to aim for her lips, given he'd wanted to get so up close and personal earlier it only made sense he wanted a taste of her. Jane kissed him back gently in a lingering goodbye kiss, softly pressing her lips against his until Tarzan pulled away at the sight of Clayton's return. Her father looked wide eyed at what he'd just seen, but he was more intrigued than anything that the ape man had taken so quickly to human interactions.

"Well, it was nice to meet you, Tarzan," her father chirped as the ape man disappeared into the nearby jungle. He turned to Jane, teasing. "He seems quite taken with you."

Jane blushed. "Oh hush, daddy. He was just saying goodbye, that's all."

Jane couldn’t get away from her father fast enough, but he kept her up talking for a while about the gorilla camp. She couldn’t blame him, and normally she would delight in talking about it, but right now she just could not focus with Tarzan’s dried cum between her upper thighs.

Was she some sort of barbarian herself for getting aroused at such acts? Tarzan was the ape man here, such behavior was expected of him, but Jane, Jane was a refined young woman, a young, aspiring scholar! She should not be itching to get into her tent and… mmm. She should, however, clean up...

“Daddy, I can tell you more in the morning. Please, I’m rather exhausted from the day's events, as you might imagine. I think I’ll just head to rest in my tent, if you don’t mind. I think one of the gorillas may have defecated on me. I really should clean up. Bye now!”

“Oh really?” Her father gave her a great sniff. “I don’t smell anything.”

Jane pulled away as her father announced, “Oh wait! I think I do smell something… something rather… salty?”

“Ahahaha, what? Don’t be silly. Really, I must be getting to bed now, sorry.” Jane brushed her father aside with a gloved hand and retreated to the oasis of her tent.

Jane yanked off her boots and stripped off her clothes immediately, but she was careful with the inner layer of her dress… which was stained with the wild man’s cum. Sitting in her underwear on her makeshift bed, Jane raised her dress up and breathed in his scent; A current of arousal coursed through her body in response. She lay back, gently slid her hand beneath her underthings and began to touch herself as she relived her time with Tarzan soaring through the jungle. She thought of his wild sounding grunts and screams as his cock pressed between her thighs.

Those wild sounds of his echoed in her mind as she pictured him veering off course and taking her somewhere to mate instead of her camp. Jane's fingers began to dance circles around her clit while others played with her opening. Her other hand clutched her inner dress to her nose tight, breathing in the wild man’s scent. In her mind she pictured Tarzan surrounding her smaller form with his and touching her every curve. She imagined him bending her over against a tree like an animal and pounding into her with a ferocity most men could not muster. Jane’s breath grew faster as she grew more excited by her fantasy and she found a rhythm. Jane’s head thrashed on the pillow. She pictured Tarzan fucking her deeply, taking her virginity, and she his, as he discovered with her the passion only a woman could bring.

Jane breathed in his potent scent deeply and finally she came, more forcefully than usual. She bit her bottom lip hard to keep from moaning as her toes curled and her body rocked. Her pussy throbbed again and again as Jane came, imagining the wild man’s earlier roars when he’d cum, and wondering how much more intense they’d be if he'd cum inside her instead of in between her thighs…

As her orgasm eventually subsided Jane lay panting in her tent, feeling a little ashamed. She was supposed to be the civilized one, after all. She shouldn’t be longing for a wild man to fuck her under waterfalls and what not!

Sighing, Jane took out her notebook and began to draw. Doing so always helped ease her mind. She flipped past all the sketches of plants and wildlife to the section in the back that featured some of her more... risqué drawings. She found a blank page and started with his eyes. So intense, so curious and focused. Then his nose and jaw, hard and angular. She drew his mouth, his lips upturned in that goofy, innocent smile, though she couldn’t get it quite right. She’d have to see him again to remember that incredible smile. She worked on his neck and torso and then, satisfied with her progress, she went to sleep, thinking about him.

 

[Homerun2611]

Tarzan moved swiftly going more vertical than anything, stopping only minutes away such that he had a full view, from high amongst the treetops, into the man village. He watched as Jane concluded with her father and then went into the solitude of her own tent. He watched her, smiling, for in a very short time, the woman in all those clothes, had changed his life, captured his heart, and inspired him with a knowledge of what his cock was really for...and he liked it!

So there he sat, the limb high, broad and sturdy, and Tarzan decided that this might be a fine spot to stay for a few nights, he could keep an eye on the humans, and one human in particular. So much had happened in such a short time. From the moment his mother called, to saving the lovely young damsel and their voyage in the trees, the introduction to their respective families, and the rubbing, the wanting, the ....mmmm!!!! His mind went back to the feel of her soft thighs against his hardness and the reaction it created. He then thought of the kiss, and he was hard again!

Despite his other, very masculine characteristics, there had been little cause in Tarzan's life to cause an erection, and despite the behaviors of his brethren, he had not previously engaged in self pleasure, however this new person, this human female, would change his entire focus on his male member and its needs!

He took one last look down, and realized that Jane was not likely to reemerge, and he had important things to do, agreements to be made, hazards to be navigated. So, uttering his familiar call, while pounding his chest, "Aaah-ah-ah-ah-owah..." And then again, the ape community knowing the young prince was on the move, and then he told them he was headed to the tiger, Shakira.

Tarzan knew the tiger would be stewing and scheming, the human woman was a tender, delectable morsel, from the tiger's predatory perspective, and Tarzan had fences to mend. Tarzan knew where to find the mighty beast. It was now late in the day, and the tiger was just finished eating, as he had found a lone elk, and made quick work. Sated and full, he had headed to the water hole at the far end of their jungle and was sitting in the cool water, with his paws resting up on the land.

The big cat's senses were keen, Tarzan knew this, and made no attempt to sneak up on him. "I wondered when I would see you ape prince ..." Tarzan released the vine transport and came within reach of the Tiger, but not too close. "She is not available, I am hoping to mate her..." Now this was a problem for the tiger and he knew it, their was an agreement between the apes and tigers, as each stood at the top of the food chain, and they were off limits to each other. Tarzan knew that claiming Jane would give her safety, the only issue was she was not his mate, and likely would not agree.

It was a risk, Tarzan knew, for if he lied, if she did not mate with him, then he would forfeit his own safety under the armistice. "Are you sure ape prince?" The tiger said, licking his lips, "...and what do you have for me now?" Tarzan held out his hand, "Come here..." and over the large tiger came, and sat next to him. It was those human hands, deposable thumbs and limber fingers that made him so interesting. And when his hands dug into the thick fur, scratched the tigers neck and ears, he could not help but purr just a bit. However, make no mistake, should Tarzan's claim prove false, he would have no problem hunting and killing the ape prince, for no one would blame him, those were the laws of the jungle!

Tarzan went to find dinner himself, enjoying a feast of papaya, banana and pineapple, coupled with coconut milk. Nice and full he went back to his tree, and almost on cue, he saw jane emerge, and head to the baths. To those in the camp, she was protected, slipping behind the long, cotton curtains, but to the tree tops, to tarzan's view, she was unobscured. As her fingers found her buttons, and she began a slow strip, Tarzan took his perch, and without even thinking he slipped off his loin cloth, and his hand found his already hard cock....his eyes were captured by her every move, ready to enjoy, the show that Jane might produce!

 

[Emstar303]

That afternoon Jane was in desperate need of a bath. She was covered in sweat, dirt, cum, and who knows what else she’d picked up on her jungle adventure! So when she woke up from her nap she emerged from her tent into the fading afternoon sunshine and went straight for the makeshift bathtub they’d set up. It took a while to fill it up with water, but it would be worth it.

At last the tub was full and Jane closed the curtains around it tight. Jane’s delicate fingers worked carefully to undo all the buttons and ties of her dress. It was a ridiculous outfit, really, for one on a jungle expedition, but it’s not like she could wear pants like the men. It took a while to get all the layers of her dress off, but eventually Jane stood naked in the jungle, protected from any ogling from her father’s crew, their view blocked by the curtains around the bathtub.

Hidden from all but the animals in the canopy above, Jane sighed peacefully as she settled into the water. It felt nice and refreshing in the hot jungle air. Jane settled back into the clear water, just languishing in it for a while before starting to bathe. She wiggled her toes under the water and ran her hands down her nude, slender body, watching the water ripple at her movement.

Jane reached for the soap she kept just outside the bath, modest but perky breasts hanging over the edge of the basin. She grasped the soap in her wet fingers but dropped it, causing it to slip just out of reach.

“Oh blast it!” Jane cursed. She had to get up onto her knees now to reach for it, bending over the side of the washbasin now, her buttocks on full display. The animals above were getting quite a show! At last she managed to get a grip on the soap and pulled it back into the tub with her, sending the water flying.

Jane began to lather the soap all over her body, starting with her face. She dunked under the water for a moment then scrubbed the soap into her palms and washed her face. Next were her tired arms, sore from hanging onto Tarzan so tightly this morning as they’d soared through the jungle. Jane felt a flush of warmth when she thought about him. After washing her arms and armpits, letting her mind wander to thoughts of the jungle man, she moved on to her breasts.

Jane ran the soap over her perky breasts and pointed nipples, hard from the mere thought of Tarzan. It took a wild man to set this proper lady aflame. Oh how she wanted him. Jane sighed dreamily. Was she really so sexually repressed she was turned on by a wild man with his wild scsente and animalistic nature? Jane’s cheeks heated as she spent longer than necessary rubbing her soap hands over her breasts and gently pinching her niipples. A small, delicate moan escaped her lips.

Unbeknownst to Jane, up amongst the treetops, she had a voyeur to her bath time. Fortunately it was the one someone she didn’t mind watching…

 

[Homerun2611]

Ever since Tarzan had left her, kissing her, though he knew not the name, he had simply tried to mimic her father, but ended up exchanging a very non father/daughter kiss! She was on his mind as he left, as he settled his concerns with the tiger, although he did not completely trust him and now was back only to see Jane emerge.

Just seeing her, he was tempted to swing back into her camp, see her, and continue his primitive courting. Instead, he became fascinated as she slipped behind the curtains, heating and pouring the buckets of water into the makeshiift tub, and then, even more fascinated as she began to undress!

It was not exactly the dress of the seven veils, but Jane had so many layers, and with each button, each layer, Tarzan felt his anticipation building. Never had Tarzan been around clothed adults, even the hunters and poachers he had seen, he had seen from afar, and so to watch Jane, slowly remove layer after layer, with each new layer becoming thinner, lacier and intuitively appealing, he didn't know what to expect.

So entranced was he, he didn't even feel Kual'ke! Until he was haunched on the limb beside him. If tarzan had a best friend, actually as much brother as friend, Kual'ke was it! They would speak in gorilla, and as he landed it pointed in the direction of Tarzan's extremely intent gaze.

"Who's that?..." Came the question in the otherwise unintelligible grunts and chirps of the youngish gorilla. "Is the the one, she had to be, the woman you brought to the nest?" Kual'ke was now poking Tarzan, frustrated. Kual'ke looked down and laughed, as Tarzan, had instinctively, as layer after layer of Jane's clothing was dismissed, had begun again, stroking himself and fully enjoying her display. In a laugh that would have made a hyena envy, he slapped at Tarzan's hand, filled with his large, hard cock!

"Ha, I heard your mother scolded you....for doing that...and now here you are...finally my friend has found his cock!" Tarzan blushed, frowning to his friend, but also realizing he was right, but saying nothing. Kual'ke looked down, as Jane had now gone down to nothing, slipping the last bit of covering over her shapely hips. "Not much hair, you like that sort of thing?" It was an honest question coming from an ape, as a bald, or near bald ape, was not exactly desirable, and what exactly did one use for leverage when mating?

Tarzan again scowled, "I don't have much hair either, but I think she is ...." Tarzan looked back mouth slightly agape, now working his cock in a rhythmic frenzy. "...amazing!" Tarzan had a smile on is face that Kual'ke had never seen before. "Well if she is in heat, why don't you just go mate?" Ah, the rules of the jungle, yet Tarzan had never initiated such a thing, beyond what had occured on the vine, but something innately told him, the rules of the jungle did not necessarily apply with another human.

"Maybe, but..." It was just then that Jane had gotten in her body just beginning to glisten with water, only to drop the soap, and present her incredibly desirable flank! "Look at that...who cares about hair, look at that body, that...that...." Tarzan could not possibly articulate the immense desire coursing through his body, for never, not close, had he seen anything like the spectacle Jane offered, and boom...suddenly his cock jerked in his hand, arc after arc of his white cream, firing down on the jungle below.

"It feels better inside a female..." Kual' ke, felt a need to explain the obvious, as he knew his big, strong friend, other than what he had just enjoyed, was a virgin. Tarzan had looked away for a moment, resting back his eyes temporarily closed in orgasmic bliss, as the human had slipped back into the water. "So that is what you like, huh?" The question was a bit rhetorical, the next was not. "Who's that?"

Tarzan jerked up, and looked down, only to see the man he hadn't liked the man with the fire stick, clearly trying to sneak a view of Jane, HIS Jane, and Tarzan could see by the way he was moving, that he should not be doing what he was doing! Tarzan looked around, coconuts! Up he stood on the limb, balancing there with ease as if he were one of the flying Walenda's.

Tarzan had many talents, he could throw a spear nearly 120 full paces, and the coconut, he fired the first with ease! "Here we go!" Screamed Kual' ke, although to Jane and Clayton below, it sounded almost blood curling causing Clayton to look up, likely Jane as well, just as the coconut hit Clayton right in the stomach. "Oooof!" Clayton bellered, which would alert Jane as to what exactly had been occuring, but while Jane might have seen Tarzan, Clayton only saw Kual' ke! Tarzan had known his throw was on the mark, but also knew of the firestick, "Go!" he had yelled in a voice Jane might well recognize.

But Kual' ke wanted to enjoy the fun, and hesitated, too long, for when clayton picked up the shot gun, fired, most of the buckshot missed, but a good bit caught his hip! "Noooo!" Tarzan yelped swinging back just in time to catch his friend as he started to tumble from the tree! He knew where he needed to go, back to the nest, his mother would know what to do!

His mother did, and both he and Kual' ke spent the night at home. His friend was hurt, but would survive. Tarzan needed to collect his thoughts, and knew where to go, the waterfall. Unlike Jane, Tarzan had never enjoyed hot water to cleanse himself, just the flow of the mightY waterfall! He waded into the aqua marine waters, and swam to the shallow spot, where the waters cascaded down. He didn't know what to think, he could not get the image of Jane from his mind, nor did he want to. She was the most amazing thing that had ever happened to him, in his opinion, but that man with the firestick, made her dangerous!

Yet there, in the water, there was no Clayton, only Jane, and he was saying her name aloud, moaning it, as he began to enjoy his new toy! His very responsive cock and his surprisingly enjoyable and sensitive balls! Perhaps this was cleaning, he was certainly enjoying himself, he was moaning Jane's name, caught up in fantasy world, not ever thinking, he might not be alone!

 

[Emstar303]

Jane was enjoying her bath, working to scrub the dirt from her feet when a great hullabaloo interrupted her, causing her to jump slightly. Water sloshed over the edges of the barrel-turned-tub and soaked into the jungle floor below. The great, wild sound of an ape shout caused Jane to look up at the canopy above. There was a gorilla, clamoring loudly on the branch gathering coconuts. Tarzan was beside him, taking hold of each coconut one and by one and using them as projectiles, lobbing them down from above! Jane watched as the coconuts fell down… down…

“Oooof!”

She jumped again at the sound of Clayton’s voice, mere feet from her. Then she heard Tarzan howl from above the trees. It sounded like a warning. Immediately Jane leapt from the tub and stood on her tiptoes to peek over the curtains, just in time to witness Mr. Clayton fire his shotgun towards Tarzan and his gorilla friend! Jane watched in horror as the buckshot collided with the gorilla’s hip.

“Nooo!” Jane yelled, her voice echoing Tarzan’s own panicked cry. She watched as Tarzan caught his friend in his arms and disappeared into the jungle.

Jane dried herself off hastily and threw on a nightgown and her signature bright yellow jacket over it. She didn’t have time to put on a proper outfit. Her heart raced. How could Clayton be so careless?! Him ogling her in the bath seemed minor in comparison to him firing at Tarzan and his gorilla companion.

She yanked open the curtains around the bath, possibly tearing them partially down. She wasn’t sure. Her focus was not on the curtains right now.

“CLAYTON!” she shouted, furious. “What are you thinking?!”

For once Clayton looked a touch guilty. Soft spoken Jane had never raised her voice at him this loudly before. He was taken aback. He hastened to tell a sleazy lie, “You’ve got it all wrong, Miss Porter. I saw the gorilla watching you and merely meant to scare the creature off!”

Jane folded her arms and glared at him doubtfully. “It was a gorilla firing coconuts at you, Mr. Clayton, not some enemy sniper!”

“What is all this fuss about?” Her father had scuttled over from all the noise.

“Clayton was spying on me in the bath and is trying to blame it on a gorilla,” Jane said simply. She strode off to grab her boots from outside her tent and yanked them on. She tied her wet hair back hastily. “I’m going after them. I need to make sure they’re okay.”

Her father was flabbergasted. “Now Jane, wait just a second here. Let’s talk about this–”

“Daddy, I’m sorry, but I don’t care what you say. I’m going.” She started to take some steps towards the jungle then swung around, adding, “And keep Clayton away from me!”

Jane strode off into the fading twilight, anxiety constricting her chest. How could she ever forgive herself if something had happened to Tarzan’s family? It hardly mattered to her that he’d been spying on her… in fact it made her heart race! It was different from Clayton’s peeping Tom behavior. Tarzan was a curious, wonderful, innocent man of the jungle who didn’t understand human customs… Clayton was hired for protection but he was turning out to be more detrimental to their trip than anything.

“Tarzan!” she called out into the thick jungle. After about half an hour of calling out his name into the vast jungle, Jane started to come to her senses and realize it probably wasn’t a great idea to be venturing into the jungle at dusk like this, night was going to fall soon. Jane sighed. She just hoped Tarzan’s friend was all right, and she was worried Tarzan would associate her with Clayton’s vile and rash behavior.

Defeated, Jane decided it was more practical to look for him again in the morning and started towards the waterfall they’d discovered not far from camp. Jane went there late at night to clear her head, the only time she really had access to it, for the men laid claim to it during the day. “Hey, no one said you can’t join us, Jane! Heh heh!” the words of the less scrupulous men echoed in her mind.

But tonight the waterfalls were silent save for the rush of water, the chirps, hoots, and howls from various jungle creatures in the canopy above, and the sound of a wild jungle man moaning her name…

“Jane… Jane… Jane,” Echoed towards her.

“Tarzan,” she breathed excitedly. She walked around the perimeter of the waterfall until she spotted him, completely naked. She stopped short, struck at the sight. From her vantage point she got a perfect view of the ape man stroking his hard, thick cock and fondling his balls. Jane almost gave away her presence but flat our moaning at the sight of him as a rush of heat crashed over her body, but the young woman managed to keep her composure. She decided his ape friend must be all right, otherwise he wouldn’t be behaving this way. That thought eased her mind and allowed more of it to be occupied with desire for Tarzan.

The ape man was stroking his cock not far from her, letting waterfall rush over his head and shoulders, lost to pleasure. Jane had already came this afternoon, and even touched herself lightly in the bath, and now she desired to do it again as she watched

She should go back to camp. Clearly everything was fine. She was spying on Tarzan in a very private moment, and it was different from him spying on her because she knew better.

But oh, the way he moaned her name…

Jane stifled a moan of her own. Her hand drifted down and beneath her nightgown, seaking her own heat. “Mmmh,” she let out a quiet moan as her fingers gently rubbed her cllitoris through her panties. She couldn’t stop watching Tarzan. She was entranced by him, the way his muscles moved as he stroked himself faster, the way her name sounded on his lips…

Jane’s breath came faster and she let out a tiny moan as she thought about Tarzan making savage love to her under the waterfall, licking the skin of her neck as he pounded his massive cock into her, taking her virginity. Her fingers wandered inside her panties and past her damp pubic hair, stroking her clit directly. She bit her lip as she pleasured herself, feeling so naughty but frozen to the spot, waiting for the next utterance of her name…

 

[Homerun2611]

Tarzan was both angry at himself and torn, for this new human, this Jane had made the most profound impact on him, and while much of it was undoubtedly lust, it was more. And whether it ended tragically or epically, he knew he would never be the same. He was in love, in lust in everything all in and he knew he could not just let Jane be.

That was both the blessing and the curse. Had his infatuation and more made him reckless, and had his eyes been so focused on Jane that his normally expert reactions and anticipation had slowed just enough to allow his friend, the closest he had to a brother, Kual' ke, and nearly cost him his life.

He had thought he had given enough warning, yelling to move, but it had been too late. Fortunately, as soon as he had heard the shot, he had swung back and fortunately had caught Kual' ke, before he tumbled to the ground. He had taken his friend the only place he could, home, and his mother had known what to do. "How did this happen?" She asked, and Tarzan explained everything.

"Man is evil Tarzan, I liked the girl too, but she is one of them, not one of us, and you can never forget that, nor trust her!" Tarzan wouldnt forget, but no trust, how could he not, she was so, soft, and pretty and .... and ...she was Jane! He had watched as his mother meticulously removed the buckshot, using her strong fingers and even her teeth when necessary. She applied a homemade salve, a combination of plants and herbs, with had both a disinfecting and sedative quality. Once he was sure Kual' ke was okay, he had gone off to think, at first wandering and only by happenstance ending up at one of his favorite spots, the waterfall, where Jane would find him.

Stripping off his loin cloth he stood underneath the cascading waters, but rather than the horror or even the evil man who had shot at them, his mind could only think of Jane. First how they had sailed through the trees, his hardiness rubbing on her soft skin until he felt the explosion and sweet release of the throbbing in his loins.

Next he thought of her, how he had seen her from afar, removing her clothes, and revealing the beauty of her body, the way her curves held his gaze, making him want and desire her in ways he hadn't thought possible! The longing and reactions he felt in his body were all so new to him, the way his heart raced as he watched her, his mouth drying, every sense on high alert! Not to mention the constant hardening and throbbing of his cock.

And it was those thoughts that consumed him once he finally enjoyed the tranquility of the rushing water. He had barely begun when Jane found him, although unbeknownst to him. And so as he began to pleasure himself, stroke his long, thick cock, it was only natural he moaned her name. He did not even know what she might do, he only knew that it was her, that made him want to do this. And as he did, stroked and moaned her name, he felt so good, and he associated that feeling with her.

He could feel something building, like it had in the trees, rubbing on her thigh, yet this time he could enjoy and interpret ever nuance. The need for his body to clench, the tightening of his sack as his balls prepared to launch. "Mmmmm Jaaaannnneee...." Was the deep moan as he felt his bottom, then his entire body clench and then release as the thick, milky fluid magestically arced from his cock, with each and every convulse. Perhaps it was due to the fact that Tarzan had so much pent up, being near 20 years old, and this only being his second ejaculation, but he came and came and came...and it was only as he relaxed his head peeking ouf from the water, his other senses fully kicked in and he heard her!

Well, not her, but something, he heard a high pitched moan. Tarzan deeply inhaled but the rushng water obscured any scent, so quietly he slipped under the water and moving as quiet as a predator tracking prey, he quickly located the object who he had heard! When exactly Jane had shut her eyes, her fingers working in small circles inside of her panties, only she would know.

But as now, naked, Tarzan stodd dripping in front of her, he saw the startled look in her eyes as he whispered her name. "Ja - ann - ne?" Her eyes popped open, and he saw the crimson in her cheeks as she tried to pull her hand out of the suddenly tangled bit of clothing. He pointed down and then tried to reach to help her fingers and hand escape from their clothing trap.

She seemed to be avoiding his look but he was thrilled to see her. He pointed to the waterfall, and made a gesture, wiggling his fingers to illustrate the running water. He held out his hand, his eyes pleading, "Ja an ne?" He wanted her to come with him. He helped her up, but then, he looked her up and down, making a move with his hands, meant to suggest she did not need her clothes, not where he was taking her.

Again, he pointed to the waterfall, and then to the pond. He wanted her to come swimming with him, enjoy the waterfall...and if he could get her to go, he had been thinking about that kiss, how it made him feel, and perhaps if they might do it again?

 

[Emstar303]

Jane was seated leaning against a thick tree trunk, holding a branch with her free hand for support while the other massaged her clit as she watched Tarzan intently. He was stroking his cock and moaning her name. Those moans of his went straight to her core.

"Mmmmm Jaaaannnneee...." Tarzan’s moans escalated and his expression became one of absolute ecstasy. Jane gasped as that white fluid shot from Tarzan’s cock, strand after strand of vicious cum.

Her pussy throbbed knowing how much he desired her. Jane’s fingers rubbed quicker on her clit as her breath came faster. Her eyes were glued to Tarzan, who was lost to the intensity of his orgasm. Jane was seeking out her own peak. She’d never felt the urge to masurbate so much back home. Funny it took a wild man to set this proper lady aflame. Oh how she wanted him.

Jane’s eyes fluttered closed as her pleasure grew stronger. Her fingers worked a little faster. Just a little more and she would cum again… she was so close…

"Ja - ann - ne?"

The sound of Tarzan’s gruff voice caused her to accidently bang her head on the tree trunk she was holding for leverage. Her eyes shot open and she found him staring at her with curiosity. Lost to her pleasure she had not noticed him approaching.

Even though he was a wild man who’d caught her in such a primal act, and not a distinguished gentleman, it was still embarrassing! Jane’s cheeks heated as she hastily removed her hand from her panties and attempted to remove it from the multilayered nightgown, but got all tangled up. Tarzan suddenly reached forward and her heart beat faster. Was he about to touch her? Pull her panties off and mate with her? Would she even resist? Jane felt dizzy, intoxicated with lust and primal instincts. Instead of anything naughty like that, however, to Jane’s surprise he merely helped her free her hand from her tangled nightgown. When that was all settled he released her and smiled at her, that great, big, goofy grin that made her smile in return.

“Tarzan…” she breathed.

He stood nude before her. So virile. So handsome. His cock had not softened yet, despite him cumming. Jane nearly forgot to breathe so struck she was by him. She inhaled deeply when she remembered she needed oxygen, and all she could smell was him. He was so close. It was intoxicating.
Tarzan pointed to the waterfall, then wiggled his fingers to indicate running water. He held out his hand to her in offering, great brown eyes pleading. Jane’s heart was racing. He was so damn endearing. She took his hand and he helped to her feet. He didn’t touch her further, but gestured to her nightgown and jacket, insinuating she should remove her clothing. Jane was inclined to give in, but she hadn’t forgotten about his gorilla friend and the harm Clayton had caused him.

“Tarzan. We can swim, maybe, yes, but first, how is your gorilla friend?” Jane asked, meaning Kual’ke. She tried to explain what she meant by crouching down, raising her hands to her sides and imitating gorilla sounds, like clutching her side and groaning as if wounded. She was sure Tarzan would understand.

Distracted as she was by his naked form, the thought of being indirectly responsible for one of his jungle kin being injured, or worse, killed, was unbearable! Until she knew the fate of his gorilla friend she could not distract herself with showers in waterfalls. Jane’s kind brown eyes shone in the moonlight as she focused on Tarzan’s face, waiting for his answer.

He smiled, said his mother’s name, then pointed to his side and made a pinching motion, then pulled his hand free, demonstrating the extraction of the bullet. He then took both hands and massaged his side as if rubbing in some medicinal herbs. Jane understood and sighed in relief. Now she could fully enjoy this moment with him.

Jane took off her jacket and hung it over a tree branch, but she kept her nightgown on. She grasped the sides of it and pulled it down firmly, clutching it to her body. “We can swim, but this stays on,” she explained to him.

When Tarzan nodded in agreement she allowed him to take her hand and lead her into the water sparkling in the moonlight.

“I must be mad…” she muttered to herself as the naked man of the jungle led her into the water. Jane shivered. It was night now. In the day, what would have felt refreshing now felt a bit cold, but she knew it would be easier once her whole body was immersed in it. Once they got far enough in, Jane took a deep breath then dove under the water, reemerging a moment later underneath the waterfall. Jane let out a little squeal at the sudden spray of water, but her squeal turned into a giggle when she saw Tarzan’s concerned reaction to it.

She smiled at him, beamed really. She took his hands in hers. Tarzan seemed to study her hands underneath the waterfall, fascinated by them, to have finally found someone with hands similar to his own, though much smaller.

When Tarzan’s focus came back from her hands to her face he’d find that Jane was already staring at him.

 

[Homerun2611]

Tarzan was in many ways a man, with all the potential to feel and become all that a man could be. Yet he had not yet seen duplicity and evil, and what he had seen, he had perceived humans as hunters and the firesticks as their tools. So, with Jane, unarmed and so viscerally appealing he did not sense evil, and his instincts would prove correct. Quite the opposite, for as far as humans go, she was about as exquisite, appealing and naturally evocative as the form could be.

As he had discovered her, she had seem engrossed, and first he was concerned, was she in pain, but before speaking, he had watched, and became quite convinced, she was the furthest from pain she could be! He had clearly startled her, and the faster she tried to pull her hand away, the more flustered she seemed to get, it was quite cute really, her blushing cheeks, her weak smile and the slightest bit of terror, or more accurately humiliation, in her eyes! And so he had gripped her wrist, slowed down as if it was an animal caught in a hunter's trap, and he helped her disengage.

Yet, as he did, as he felt her pulse slow, only to quicken again, he saw the sheen on her fingers, and his keenly acute senses, inhaled her musk, and that alone, the pheromones released, exacerbated the passion already coursing through his veins. He fought the animal inside, the profound need coursing through his cock, to take his mate, and fill the heat of the gorgeous bitch!

But he was not an animal, although, it would not be long until Jane encouraged him to be the animal he could be, and the one she secretly craved. Now he came to the distressed damsel's aid, and once safe, asked her to join him and enjoy the wonders of the jungle waterfall. Instead, she started to hop around, mimicking a gorilla, which drew a chuckle, however they had an astonishing ability to understand what the other was trying to say!

However, Tarzan decided to have a little fun, and extend their impromptu game of charades. So in response, he hopped back and forth, more mimicking her depiction of a gorilla, than an actual gorilla, but then he acted out Clayton aiming the firestick, and the buck shot and how it pelted Kual' ke's buttocks! And then he hopped up and down, yelping, showing the pain. He showed how he caught and took him by vine, just as he had Jane, to his nest and his mother's care, even saying her name, which Jane again seemed to understand.

But then, he acted out his mother, leaning over, he turned Jane away from him, and pushed her gently, to have her perfect heart shaped ass protrude slightly in his direction, only to slide the fabric up to reveal her soft, yet taught flesh. From there he gently ran his hand over the curvature of her hip and bottom, rubbing it up and down. He was a bit naughty, exaggerating his mother's actions, but her bottom felt so good in his hands how could he not? From there, he showed how she plucked out, but by bit each piece, three or four times he gave her flesh a slight pinch, and reenacted the extraction. And once complete, he again smoothed, but this time, he leaned down, just as his mother had and licked to cleanse and heal the punctures of the wound.

With that he let go of the gown and looked up at her, indicating that his friend, due to his mother's care, was now well on the mend, which seemed to satisfy Jane, although her body and reaction to his explanation, seemed a but surprised, but pleased with the knowledge! With that he motioned to the water again, and encouraged Jane to remove her clothing to more easily swim and enjoy all he was about to show her. She removed her top layer, but not all, and Tarzan merely shrugged, as he did not understand. For him, being naked was the most natural state, and certainly the only way to swim!

She seemed to mutter as he led her to the cool, crisp water, but never did she hesitate, and soon they were in the water, and he watched as her gown ballooned around her like a jelly fish. The pond itself was almost 12 feet deep and it was nearly forty feet from the shore to the waterfall. He released her hand, as she seemed comfortable swimming. And as Tarzan led the way to the rushing water, she suddenly disappeared behind him, only to arise like a mermaid under the rushing falls.

Was it how the full moon reflected on her shimmering body, or the fact that the water and swim, made her gown adher to her every perfect curve like a second skin, or how the thin white linen and lace became completely translucent? It also could have been how the cool of the water and the night air, potentially combined with her feelings for Tarzan, had her nipples so hard that tarzan found himself staring and licking his lips without fully knowing why? Whether it was one, or most likely the combination of all, the sight of Jane, emerging from the water only to stand and look at him as the rushing water cascaded down and over her, was without a doubt the most magnificent and arousing sight, young Tarzan had ever seen!

He was no slouch himself, for he had now reached the rocky edge below her, and as he put his hands down, and hoisted himself up, he looked like a roman God, muscles rippled, long hair slicked back, the bluish white of the moon reflecting and enhancing his every feature, and being a man of the wild, he was unaffected by the cold water like a more refined human, so as he stood up, water dripping, and riverlets running, his cock stood high and strong, the absolute vision of virility, with eyes that only hungered for her!

He watched as her back arched, but then how she shivered, rubbing her arms with her hand. Up he came, only to move behind her, and close his arms around her to let her benefit from his warmth. He took his hands to rub her arms, while pressing his chest into her back, the tip of his cock riding up the crack of her ass, to nestle into the small of her back! He pulled her closer, but he could feel the cool of her skin, the little shiver, and no matter how he pulled her close, and enveloped her in his strong arms, he knew that two things were necessary.

She would feel his hands slide up her arms and his fingers curl inside the neckline of her gown. But the water had it clinging so close, sucking the warmth from her body, that he could only think of one solution, and the rip of fabric rang out loud as he sheared the soaked cloth from her body.

That was step one, and he could see the shock in her eyes. Her lips were a slight blue, and so he did the next important step and that was to pick her up in his strong arms, and start to move her along the line of the rushing water. She had to wonder what he was doing, had he gone mad, but then, as he moved, as the water rushe down upon them, it was getting warmer. For Jane had gone swimming, and dived only to come up on the far north side of the falls. The water there was frigid, but what she had not noticed, or seen, was earlier before moving to the end where she had seen him, refreshinging himself by the cold contrast, was how he had initially cleansed himself at the far southern end, and that was where he now led her, the water that cascaded from the hot spring above.

He watched her eyes as she realized what he had done, and when he let her down, as they could now feel the warmth soothe their bodies, he smiled, as if to say, "see?" He let her down, but this time facing her, smiling, as he held his hands out, feeling the warm water, only to turn and slide his hands down her naked arms until he held her hands in his, her big beautiful eyes looking up at his, a smile on his face. He took her hands and brought them up to his chest, raising his eyebrows, he was inviting her to touch him.

The water felt so warm, their bodies finally comfortable as the water splashed down upon them. His lips curled into a smle, and he brought his strong hands to her waist, only to close the distance between them. It was only then, that he leaned in feeling the tip of his cock slide up her belly as he did, but his thoughts were of her lips, as he wanted again to try a kiss....

 

[Emstar303]

Jane’s laughter was muffled by the roar of the waterfall as she watched Tarzan imitate the incident with Clayton quite animatedly. He grasped his buttocks and leaped, mimicking the buckshot hitting Kual' ke. Jane would have felt bad for laughing, but as Tarzan made it clear his friend was all right, she allowed herself to. Besides, it was clear Tarzan was enjoying her laughter. He was hilarious, jumping up and down, grasping his ass. It was quite the display: his half hard cock bouncing in time with his movements. Jane tried not to stare at it, for that was hardly polite… though they had far passed the point of politeness! His naked male form was just so fascinating.

After acting out the shooting, Tarzan reenacted how his mother had treated Kual' ke's wound… though Jane doubted very much his mother was quite so sensual about it as Tarzan was! Tarzan gently turned Jane so her shapely ass faced him. He lifted the fabric of her dress up to her thigh. Jane’s breath came faster in anticipation as he touched her. She did not have the willpower to stop him, for his strong fingers were warm and comforting. He went so far as to rub his hand over her supple bottom as he mimicked applying ointment to a wound. His hands were firm and warm. Jane sighed contentedly as Tarzan rubbed her thigh and buttocks sensually.

When he pinched her ass Jane let out a little yelp of surprise, the slight sting a sharp contrast to his soothing rubbing. Tarzan repeated the action several more times, each time Jane let out a light squeal. To finish his demonstration of how his mother had tended to Kual' ke, Tarzan acted out how his mother had sealed the wound… by leaning down and pressing his soft lips against her softer upper thigh! Jane gasped and a small moan escaped her lips at Tarzan’s tender kiss.

Jane was left breathless when Tarzan released her dress, allowing it to fall back down. She secretly wished he had continued their little game of charades, but Tarzan had other activities in mind. He gestured to the waterfall and indicated she should remove her clothes, but Jane still held onto some small semblance of what it meant to be a lady, so she only removed her jacket, leaving her in her white cotton nightgown. Tarzan merely shrugged then took her hand.

“I must be mad…” she muttered to herself as the naked man of the jungle led her into the water. Jane shivered. It was night now. In the day, what would have felt refreshing now felt a bit cold, but she knew it would be easier once her whole body was immersed in it. Once they got far enough in, Jane took a deep breath then dove under the water, reemerging a moment later underneath the waterfall. Jane let out a little squeal at the sudden spray of water, but her squeal turned into a giggle when she saw Tarzan’s concerned reaction to it.

The water caused her nightgown to become translucent and hug her every curve, laid bare before Tarzan in the moonlight. She shivered in the cool water and thought how she might as well have taken it off. Her nipples were clearly visible through the light fabric, hard and wanting. Tarzan’s gaze was directed at her nipples, blatantly ogling her. He licked his lips in desire and Jane felt a rush of heat fill her belly. That heat intensified as she watched Tarzan hoist himself out of the water and stand on a rocky edge of the spring. She swam to a shallow region by the waterfall and allowed herself to gaze upon his body as he did hers. His muscles shone in the moonlight and his cock stood erect. He was a vision of pure masculinity and Jane wanted him so badly.

It was only when she shivered in the cold water that Tarzan invaded her personal space. He moved slowly, allowing her to stop him if she so wished, but Jane did not want to stop him. She could practically feel the heat radiating off him as he neared. He went behind her and encircled her in his strong embrace, rubbing her arms to keep her warm. Jane gasped at the feeling of his bare cock pressing against her backside. He was so warm… Jane instinctively nuzzled into him, rubbing her ass against his cock and reaching behind herself to grasp the back of his head. She felt the heat of his breath at her neck and shivered in desire.

Tarzan moved his hands up from her arms to the neckline of her nightgown. The water was holding it heavy against her skin. Her heart nearly beat out of her chest as she felt Tarzan’s hands against her breasts as he tore open her nightgown. Then picked her up in his strong arms once again and Jane wondered if he was going to ravish her at last… There wasn’t much space in her mind to contemplate stopping him, for her brain was foggy with lust and mist… wait, mist? Jane realized that as Tarzan proceeded to carry her along upstream, the water was starting to get warmer… significantly warmer in fact!

Jane was glad he’d removed her nightgown now, and was surprised how natural it felt being naked in the water like this. It was a warm, bubbling bath, made all the hotter by the presence of Tarzan. He set her down in the warm water and smiled at her. He slid his hands down her arms then took her hands in his. He gave them a squeeze before bringing her hands to his chest, inviting her to touch him.

Jane’s fingers trembled as she reached for him, gently caressing his chest. She pressed her hands down harder, feeling the strong muscles underneath his skin. As Jane explored his chest, Tarzan’s hands reached for her lithe waist. He pulled her body to his, causing her arms to slip from his chest and instead grasp his strong forearms. She moaned lightly as he pulled her body to his, feeling the glorious heat of him, the hard, heavy heat of his erection pressing against her belly.

Jane wanted him so badly. She looked up at him, gazing into his eyes. He was not so much smiling now as staring at her with intense desire that she was certain was mirrored in her own brown eyes.

She licked her lips and then they were both leaning forward, eager to explore more of the kissing they’d begun earlier. Jane melted into Tarzan’s kiss just as she did his embrace, her body sagging into his as pleasurable feelings coursed through her body. Jane gently nipped at his lips with hers, encouraging him to open his mouth and let her taste him.

Jane had only kissed a few men in her life, and though Tarzan was the least experienced of them all, he ignited the greatest fire in her belly she’d ever known as he kissed her back with enthusiasm, returning the gentle prodding of her tongue with a generous sweep of his own against hers, causing a deep moan to rise from her throat.

Moaning into his mouth, Jane wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her body into his. It felt so good to kiss him. His lips felt perfect, the sweep of his tongue absolutely exquisite against hers. Jane moaned louder and pressed her body against his wantonly. His kiss was all it took to at last ignite her primal desires. She opened her mouth wider against his, desperate to taste more of him.

One hand threaded into his hair while the other grasped his neck. The feeling of her naked, soft breasts pressing against his firm, hard chest was heavenly. His cock twitched against her stomach and Jane squeezed his shoulders tight. He felt so good against her. She wanted him to take her. Jane realized that if he grabbed her by the hips and pounded into her soft body underneath the waterfall, she would not stop him. If he bent her over some sturdy rocks and fucked her like an animal, she would love it. She just wanted more of him.

His kisses made her hunger so strong, so great. She’d never felt this way before. Her whole body felt tingly and desperate for more…

“Tarzan…” she groaned into his mouth.



OCC: Some more photos I really liked but couldn't fit into the scene.

 

[Homerun2611]

Jane was not the only one who had enjoyed the little game of charades. When Tarzan had lifted Jane's gown to demonstrate the tender care with which his mother had removed the few remnants of buck shot from Kual' ke's gorilla derriere, he had intended to pinch Jane once, maybe twice, and certainly no more than the five pieces actually extracted. However, as he lifted her gown, and had the chance to admire the moon glowing on her perfect alabaster bottom, he made his first pinch, and felt her body respond, a quick jerk, and then bending over, even pushing back as if enjoying the demonstration, and inducing him to try once more.

It was both beguiling and delicious to touch her, watch her, and so, it was ten pinches later, each followed by a gentle rub and admiration of her perfect flesh, that Tarzan did. He felt a bit guilty, and thank goodness poor Kual' ke had not suffered such, but there was very little suffering happening between the Tarzan and Jane, as they each played their part, and enjoyed the interplay in this most unusual mating ritual.

The lick and kiss of the affected area, was also pure fabrication on Tarzan's part, but it had just happened! With his muse bent over, her wonderous body exposed, licking and tasting was the inspired response. Her body looking so wonderfully round and delicious, he could not help himself! When finished he looked up a bit sheepishly, guilty, but her brief moan, and the fact she seemed in no hurry to get up, made him wonder if more of that type of behavior might be warranted later?

So those thoughts were still very resident in his mind as he watched Jane emerge from the water, and he watched her gown become translucent and hug her every delicious curve! But he also saw the chill of her goosebumps, including the thrill he instinctively felt in her body at the sight of her hardened nipples. He was overwhelmed with complex and competing desires to take and nurture.

Never in his life had he felt want before, before Jane that is, and now that feeling consumed him. But there was more, she was so delicate, fragile, beautiful and perfect, that he wanted to protect her, care and nurture, also new and overwhelming sensations. At his very soul, Tarzan was more hero than animal, and it was that part of him that took precedence as he scooped her into his arms and carried her to the warm waters that he knew would warm and comfort her, and despite what it now offered, and where it may lead, the shedding of her nightgown was more an act of jungle chivalry than the act of a man about to take his woman!

However, now she as safe, and naked, and every part of him that was all man, sprang to life! He felt her delicate hands on his chest, sending shock waves through his body, from her hands down through his toes, his cock getting harder than steel in the warm water, and reaching out as if knowing where it needed to be! He licked his lip and leaned down, his hands now gripping her waist, he let his body simply respond naturally, it had a mind of its own, with one overriding goal, of enjoying Jane completely!

Never had anything felt so good as her lips on his, how her teeth nibbled on his lips and how as if asking him to open his mouth a bit, he felt her tongue, shyly enter, and search out his own. However, once entangled they began their own sensuous dance, enjoying the music of their moans and the water as it squeezed and splashed as their bodies began to press and writhe in each other's embrace! What was incredible was she was barely more experienced than he, but together in this moment, the heat of their desire seemed to show them exactly what to do, and he trusted his body, and her reactions to simply let his desire and her response guide him.

His cock pressed between them, he pressed into her, the sensitive underside of his hardness massaged against her firm, flat tummy. It did not seem to bother her, if anything she pressed tighter. The kiss continued, one turning into two, three and then unending as he could not get enough of her, a new type of hunger raging through him. His hands felt and played, listening and trying to sense and build on what she seemed to enjoy. His one hand moved up her ribs and back while his other moved down, cupping the bottom he had previously kissed, but now curling his fingers around, and his fingertips sensing the heat nestled between her slim thighs.

He felt the moan and whimper in her mouth, was she encouraging him? Did that feel good? He gripped her bottom more firmly, sensed her legs spreading ever so slightly, and he lifted her a bit, fingers curling further around, as he for the first time felt the softness and warmth of her folds. Despite them being slightly submerged, this was a different heat, a different wetness, with its own slick, wonderful feel, and he instinctively knew to push further, extending his middle finger and pressing inside.

He sensed she liked this, wanted this, her kiss a bit more frantic, her body pressed harder as he responded, loving how it felt to have his cock slip up and down as he lifted and lowered her, now cupping her spectacular ass in his strong hand, as he pressed a second finger up just inside of her! He had no idea what he was doing, he was trying and sensing, listening and feeling, wanting and exploring, and her body, oh what a wonderland it was proving to be...a land never having been explored, by a man who had never consider such a land or journey possible and was now reveling in every new sensation and response!

 

[Emstar303]

Jane felt Tarzan’s cock pressing eagerly against her belly as their kisses grew more heated. Her hands moved from his shoulders to his chest, enjoying the feel of his tight, strong muscles. Tarzan was enjoying the feel of Jane too. She felt his rough hands gently rub up and down her waist, discovering the curves of woman as she discovered the strength of man. Jane had never felt so lustful in her life. They kissed deeply, tongues sliding along one another's. Jane felt Tarzan's chest and shoulders, his back, cupped his face. She avoided his ass at first, though he was not as bashful!

“Mmph!” Jane half moaned, half protested into his mouth when she felt one of his hands venture beneath her bottom, cupping her asscheek. Curious what the wild man would do next, Jane offered no further protest. She continued kissing him, touching him, as the roar of the warm waters echoed around them, stifling their moans.

It was a primal and intimate moment in the midst of nature. Jane had neither the will nor the wish to stop him… even as his fingers slowly moved up her thigh… even as they ventured even further and teased against her heat, slick with want for him.

Jane faltered in kissing him as she moaned against his lips, her breath came faster in anticipation as his fingers sought her most intimate place. Instinctively, Jane’s thighs spread a bit wider. Tarzan could sense she was enjoying it, and thrust one of his agile fingers inside her wet heat. Jane gasped in surprise and desire. Tarzan seemed intrigued by her response, spurred on even. He gripped her ass and lifted and lowered her while seeking her heat with another of his long agile fingers. Jane whimpered in pain slightly at the second finger, to which Tarzan carefully withdrew and continued pumping a single finger inside her more gently. And when her moans and kisses grew frantic, he tried again, and this time met less resistance.

Tarzan pumped two fingers inside her as they continued to kiss. Jane’s hands grasped his shoulders as she slowly rocked her hips on his fingers. The feeling of his thick, hard cock rubbing against her with each movement was an added bonus. She wondered what it would be like to rub herself on that instead of Tarzan’s fingers. She decided the only way to prevent herself from losing complete control and giving herself to him completely was to distract herself by touching him. With great curiosity, Jane slid her worshiping hands down his muscular chest and grasped his stiff manhood in both her hands. The wild man faltered in his bouncing of her on his fingers and let out a low, guttural moan as Jane fondled his cock beneath the water.

Their shared frantic breath and the roar of the rushing water made it hard for the young lovers to hear anything else, and their lust for each other made it damn near impossible to be aware of their surroundings at all. Even Tarzan, a man who’d grown up in the jungle and highly attuned to the sounds of it, was too lost to the glorious sensations of a sexual awakening to hear the calls in the distance, or even the splash of the water

Most unfortunately, it wasn’t until their intruder was mere yards from them that they finally heard the calls of “JANE!”

The shame that washed over her at being discovered by her father was greater than any she’d felt in her life. Jane jumped away from Tarzan almost violently, yanking her torn nightgown around her shoulders in a desperate but pointless effort to cover herself. She would have rather had anyone, and she meant anyone, a tiger even, discovered instead of her father. He hadn’t seen her naked since she was a little baby. For him to see her primal instincts take over, and in such a short time! With a wild man she hardly knew… there was no way he’d be accepting of this.

 

[Homerun2611]

Tarzan's body could identify with the hot spring waters, for he too felt a molton brew stirring that Jane was about to ignite. How could one so petite, who smelled better than any flower, and was softer than the down of a gosling's every touch ignite such passion in ever fiber of his being.

Her mouth melted into his, and the way her tongue danced with his, how each caress sent sparks throughout, he had never dreamed anything or anyone could ignite in him what Jane did with such ease. For him, her body was a virgin land, refined and delicate. Her skin so smooth, his hands almost burned at the touch and reaction of her warm flesh. He had no idea what to do, other than he wanted to touch her everywhere! Nature was funny though, and despite his inexperience, her body's reactions told him all he needed to know.

When he ran his hand around her waist and over her ass, he felt her tense, relax and then moan and push into him. As his hands and fingers swept across her mound, her moan and the parting of her legs led him exactly where her body commanded him. Once there, she was so soft, so wet that his fingers naturally pursued the warm heat and again her reactions gave him all the feedback he needed!

It was all so new, every touch, a new sensation of pure ecstasy, and then, "Ohhh ahhh mm.. mmmm .... ahhhh ...." He felt her delicate hand try to grip is massive erection, and he was both weak in the knees and emboldened with a desire and need who did not know existed. He found himself thrusting into her hand, wanting her attention devoted to he most needy organ.

There they were, beautiful in their nakedness, a tribute to the beauty of man and woman in pure rapture. Kissing, moaning, thrusting and writhing, riding each other, one moment holding on for dear life, the next throwing their fates to the winds. Oh it was glorious, surreal, exquisite and ... well, obscene! Oh what I sight, how could one not stare and enjoy, even be aroused beyond comprehension at the site of such physical beauty! I will tell you how, when it is your sweet, virgin daughter so engaged with a primal beast!

Jane's father was frantic, his wonderful daughter, virgin and innocent, the love of his life was gone, disappeared into this jungle they had both longed to see. What had he done, how could he have put her in such danger that, “JANE!” He could not believe his eyes, and what he saw was horror, she was being molested or ... NOT! "JANE! STOP .... What are you doing? He is an animal!"

It was a rush of emotions for the sweet old man, fear, then anger, and then hurt! His sweet Jane was... he didn't even want to think about it. Tarzan was wide eyed, not sure of the issue, as mating was nature wasn't it? But Jane was suddenly out of his arms, and wading to shore.

"Dear God Jane, where are your clothes? Clayton shoot the .... " His words, thoughts and commands a jumble! And then he stopped, looked in his daughter's eyes and blushed cheeks and he saw her horror at his suggestion, "No Clayton wait...." Jane had dropped down, only her face visible above the shallow waters, apparently trying to dress in garments that were now translucent.

"Are you hurt, did he hurt you, shall we shoot him?" Clayton was again raising his shotgun, but Tarzan knew one thing, firesticks were bad ... and off he took at a gallop, only to have Jane's father, realize the entirety of the situation, and the wolfish grin on Clayton's face. "Turn around and do not look at my daughter ... Jane...cover up!"

 

[Emstar303]

“Ohh Tarzan…” Jane moaned into his mouth. She kissed him deeply, tongue massaging his just as they massaged each other’s bodies. Her breasts pressed firmly into his hard, muscular chest as his hands supported her bottom. A couple of Tarzan’s fingers dared to explore her feminine heat. It was not long before Jane began exploring Tarzan’s manhood as well. His reaction to her hands on his cock was immediate and exciting. He bucked forward into her grasp. If her hand felt half as good as his fingers did inside her, Jane understood how the pleasure could be overwhelming. She gasped into his open mouth, body keening into his as she gently explored his manhood, caressing his hardness up and down. His fingers explored her opening gently but eagerly, leaving Jane in quite the state grinding against his fingers, body thrumming with excitement as they explored each other. One of her fingers ventured further up his cock and softly pressed against the tip of it gently. But before she got a chance to delight in his reaction, the faraway call of her name pulled her from this real life fantasy.

"JANE! STOP .... What are you doing? He is an animal!"

Jane couldn’t leap away from Tarzan fast enough; she splashed backwards into the water, her torso disappearing, leaving her a small bobbing head in the water. The shame Jane felt at having been discovered in such a state was beyond anything she’d ever imagined she’d experience. If not for this primal man, she never would have felt this way…

Yet… even with her shame… Jane could not bring herself to regret a moment of it. Even as she frantically scrambled to cover up her body from her father and Calyton’s gaze, she could never bring herself to regret any moment she spent with her wild man. Tarzan. Never had she felt such great shame… but never had she felt such pure pleasure either.

"Dear God Jane, where are your clothes? Clayton shoot the .... " Her father began, but at the panicked, desperate look in Jane’s eyes, he thought better of that order. "No Clayton wait...."

Despite the shocked and hurt look her father gave her and the pervy leer on Clayton’s face, Jane felt what she had with Tarzan was pure. The innocent look on Tarzan's face was endearing. The poor ape man was genuinely confused. In his eyes, the exploration between two young lovers beneath the waterfall had been completely natural. For Jane, coming from civilized society, she could not help but feel shame. If anything she was the one taking advantage of Tarzan, naïve as he was to the ways of man!

“Please father, don’t blame Tarzan” Jane pleaded, holding one arm across her breasts while the other angled diagonally over her womanhood, for her nightgown had grown transparent from the water. “I am the savage here. Please do not blame him; he was only acting on instinct. I am the one who should know better. Please, I’m sorry. I-I don’t know what came over me…” she said, knowing perfectly well what had; lust, pure lust and love and the excitement that came with falling in both for the first and final time, for those few lucky lovers who find what they call a soul mate. Jane’s just happened to be a jungle man.

Jane’s intent was to be taken seriously, her face stern, but the tightness of her wet nightgown on her skin, her disheveled and flushed appearance, pouty lips and hard nipples… Clayton may be too distracted by her indecent appearance to take her seriously.

"Are you hurt, did he hurt you, shall we shoot him?" Clayton was again raising his shotgun, but Tarzan was fast and leapt away into the darkness of the jungle.

Jane's father, realizing the entirety of the situation, and the wolfish grin on Clayton's face, ordered "Turn around and do not look at my daughter ... Jane...cover up!"

“I am clearly fine! No more shooting!” Bravely, or perhaps stupidly, Jane released the hand that was covering her breasts and forcefully lowered the barrel of Clayton’s rifle. “Don’t you dare aim your gun at Tarzan or any of the gorillas again,” she said with authority she did not possess. “None of this would have happened if you hadn’t been trying to spy on me in the bath! If you weren’t aware, Daddy, Tarzan’s friend Kual' ke was shot by Clayton while pelting coconuts in an effort to thwart Clayton’s attempts to spy on me in the bath!”

She covered herself again and turned away from Clayton. She wanted to disappear… or better, disappear into the jungle wherever Tarzan had gone!

The walk back to camp was extremely awkward. Jane attempted to apologize again, but her father insisted he wasn’t angry, just disappointed in her and himself for surely he had done something wrong in raising her for her to behave this way. Jane’s heart sank like a boulder in a pond. Causing disappointment felt worse than anger. After that she did not make any more attempts at apology. Upon returning to camp she went to her tent immediately and collapsed onto her bed, glad to have privacy.

She lay listening to the music of the jungle for a few moments, feeling guilty and bad for her father, but it wasn’t long before thoughts of Tarzan entered her head once again. She wondered where he was tonight. No matter what the cost, she was determined to see the ape man again. She did not want Tarzan to think any of this was his fault. She wanted to learn the jungle way of life from him and teach him a taste of the civilized life in return - if they could keep their hands off each other long enough to find time for learning anything other than lessons of the flesh, that is!

Jane brought herself to orgasm twice that night thinking of her wild man, of what might have happened had her father not interrupted…. Of how it may have felt to lose her innocence to such a wild, passionate, beast of a man. Oh how she longed for him.

“Oh! Tarzan!” she moaned softly into her hand as she came, her sex gripping around her fingers tight while her thumb continued to work her clit, riding out her orgasm. She fell asleep thinking of the wild man holding her tight in his strong embrace.

 

[Homerun2611]

Tarzan had never been with a female before, and mating, or at least the very little Tarzan had now experienced, with Jane, was far different than anything he had ever seen. He knew the rituals, how the females would go into heat, and the males would mount and do their duty. And while, he knew well, the males enjoyed it tremendously, often gathering later, to compare one stud’s bitch ot another, the female, while served, never seemed to enjoy the act at all!

Had he misread Jane, she seemed to enjoy his ever touch, and when he had reached down to touch her sex, she had been wet, more than wet, absolutely dripping! He had been confused, rather than just turning and availing herself, she had kissed him and stroked him, what her hand did on his tip, nearly drove him crazy with delight!

The moaning, had she been in pain, it certainly didn’t seem so, but then, if not, why when the man yelled out, had she pushed him away? “Ja… Jane?” Tarzan had moaned, although no one seemed to hear him as the two men pushed forward and the nasty one had raised the fire stick!

The older man seemed upset, and they younger man had as much hatred in his eyes for Tarzan, as he had lust in them for Jane, his Jane! Or was she? Was that man already Jane’s mate, was Tarzan trying to steal her. Many, not all gorillas, at least in Tarzan’s forest, mated for life. But a stronger male, could challenge, and if he won, the other male would either agree, or be banished.
Tarzan was more than willing to challenge, except, that man did have the fire stick.

Tarzan watched, and while Jane seemed to listen to the older man, she seemed angry at the other, almost scolding him, much like Tuinato scolded Tarzan whehe he was younger for being a bad boy. Except Tuinato, while fierce, treated the discipline with love. Tarzan heard no love from Jane toward the bad man, and that alone made Tarzan very happy.

Yet, she had stopped, why stop? They had not mated, not fully. He knew what must happen, his seed deposited deep within her loins. The had only, what had they done exactly? Tarzan wasn’t even sure, he had followed Janes lead, what her body told him she liked, and he had proceeded accordingly. And the things she had done to him, Tarzan had never felt, never realized one could feel that way? He did not know what to do now, except he desperately wanted more!

Tarzan watched as Jane revealed herself to push the firestick down from pointing toward him. He should have left right then, but he couldn’t he could only watch her, want her, she felt like she was his, he wanted her to be his, more than he had ever wanted anything. He saw the look in the bad man’s eyes, he had to go. “Ja .. Ja n e”. He tried saying again, but they were all talking except the old man, momentarily looked around, looked at Tarzan, and wondered!

Tarzan had to go, he didn’t want the man to raise the fire stick again. He was so very hard, painfully hard, but he would relieve that, just as he had done before, excep his hand, was such a horribly poor substitute for hers. As they walked away, Tarzan tracked them, he wanted to see where they would go, what would happen?

They went to a tent village, and Tarzan was pleased, as they divided into three separate tents. Tarzan stayed a distance, he watched Jane’s tent, and he watched as the man with the fire stick, now unarmed, went by Janes tent, but he did not go in. Without the fire stick, Tarzan snuck closer. The bad man could not see Tarzan, but Tarzan watched him and they both heard Jane. “Oh! Tarzan!”

Tarzan didn’t know exactly what was happening but the bad man pounded his palm with his fist, “Fucking slut!” Tarzan had no idea what he said, had Jane heard him too?

Meanwhile in his tent, Jane’s father was dealing with his own crisis. But something else, “Did the beast really say my daughter’s name?“ Seeing Jane like that had shocked him, as had the allegations against Clayton. But the beast was beautiful, hadn’t he trained Jane since birth to naturally find a creature like this appealing. In such a short time, had she really connected that strongly? He was both bothered, and excited, disgusted and in some way aroused! This was all so confusing.

Tarzan didn’t like the man with the fire stick he needed to protect Jane, and so, after waiting outside for three more hours, until not a sound was heard in the camp, Tarzan tip toed inside, and entered Jane’s tent. He did not touch her, he only gazed upon her lovingly, she slept like an angel. Her body was incredibly, her hand between her thighs, her nipples rock hard, rising and falling with every breath.

Tarzan payed on the ground beside her bed, no one would harm her, Tarzan wouldn’t allow it… and soon he was also asleep….

 

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Jane gasped when she heard Clayton’s voice curse outside her tent, calling her a fucking slut. Jane froze, the blissful aftermath of orgasm shattered immediately. She’d gotten caught up in her fantasy and moaned Tarzan’s name. She’d thought she’d been quiet; how had Clayton heard her? Was he spying? Again? His voice had sounded very close. Jane listened closely and heard the stomping of his footsteps as he left.

After the incident earlier, she had no doubt he’d been lingering nearby on purpose. Jane felt disgusted that Clayton was spying on her, and she hated the idea he’d seen her nude earlier. Ugh, Clayton seeing her nude was almost worse than her own father. What impossible fantasies had the vision of Jane nude with a jungle man conjured for the hunter? Jane did not want to know.

With Tarzan she felt pure. She didn’t care if it didn't make sense to anyone else - she was falling in love with the ape man. With thoughts of Tarzan scattering her thoughts of Clayton, Jane was able to fall asleep again.

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When Jane awoke the next morning, she didn’t notice Tarzan’s presence at first. She’d been dreaming of him, dreaming of what would have happened had her father and Clayton not interrupted them at the waterfall.

Tarzan must have crept in during the night, because he had certainly not been there when she’d fallen asleep! Jane sat straight up in bed as she studied him. He looked so peaceful as he slept. The strong angles of his face looked a bit softer and his muscular chest rose in time with his steady breathing. Jane was tempted to curl up beside him, but a good night’s sleep had restored some of her wits and instead she bent down and gently shook him by the shoulder.

“Tarzan,” she said, unable to keep the excitement from her voice even as she warned him, “You shouldn’t be here.”

Before Tarzan fully got a chance to wake and respond, another voice pierced the morning jungle air.

“Jane? Are you awake yet? I need to talk to you.” The voice of her father made her blood run cold. This would not look good.

“Just a moment!” she called. Tarzan looked ready to get up, but she pushed him back down gently and held a finger to her lips. Jane leapt back up and fumbled for her bathrobe. She was feeling more modest than usual after last night. She knew her relationship with her father would never be the same after what he’d seen.

“Listen, Jane,” her father said from outside the tent, apparently unable to wait for her to emerge before speaking. “I want to say I’m sorry. I’m sorry for dragging you along on this trip. I fear your mother was right - the jungle is no place for a young woman.”

“No!” Jane argued back instinctively, for they’d already had this argument many times. She opened the tent and finally emerged into the morning light, her light brown hair shimmering in the sunshine. “Please don’t send me back, daddy!”

Her father sighed. “I couldn’t send you back even if I wanted to - the supply ship has come and left. The next one won’t be back for a fortnight.”

Jane’s heart swelled at that. She wished the ship wouldn’t come back for a month, multiple months if possible! She wanted to spend more time with Tarzan.

Her father was less pleased by her reaction. A moment later he spotted Tarzan through the tent flap. His eyes widened in shock.

Regretfully, Jane opened the tent and began to explain. “Now please, daddy, don’t freak out. He was there when I woke up. I think he was watching over me. He just… wants to protect me. I think he sees me as his mate,” Jane said, blushing profusely.

“Of course he does! That much was made quite clear last night!” Her father said, raising his voice. It was rare for him to get angry. Jane stared at the ground and wouldn’t meet his eyes.

Her father was silent as he studied the ape man for a long time. Tarzan stared back innocently, looking back and forth from Jane to her father, smart enough to understand they were engaged in an intense moment. After a long silence, her father sighed.

“It’s plain he wants to protect you and be by your side. You’ve enchanted him Jane, but you must understand, he has never seen a woman, and he is wild. Where do you see this ending? He’s a man of the jungle, Jane, and you’re a lady from England.”

Jane was quick to fire back. “He could be more than a man of the jungle. He is capable of learning. Please, give me a chance to teach him. It could make for an interesting study.”

Her father glanced back and forth between the two of them a few times. It was true there was nothing but adoration for his daughter in the ape man’s eyes. He did not seem to pose a threat - other than taking her virginity! Nonetheless, Jane’s father was more open minded than most.

With a deep sigh he relented. “Fine. But no more going off into the jungle alone. If you’re going to teach him you’re going to do it right here at camp.”

Jane did not much like that idea, but did not think now was the best time to argue. She would take what she could get. She gave her father a big hug. “Oh thank you! Thank you!”

Her father patted her back awkwardly and sighed. “Yes, yes, you’re welcome.”

As her father left, he did not miss Jane’s excited look at Tarzan. “An interesting study indeed…” her father mumbled. But, realizing he could not stop his headstrong daughter without locking her up in a cage, he knew he had to let her go. He turned from the tent and let them be.