Tarzan and Jane: What if? (Closed for silvertongue217)

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The following is a SRP fanfiction based on the 1981 movie "Tarzan" with Bo Derek, and picks up at the scene pictured above. An innocent Tarzan is finding an equally innocent Jane pretty interesting, and is about to let his curiosity take control when a rifle fired by Jane's father interrupts Tarzan's exploration. But what if Tarzan and Jane hadn't been interrupted? Where would have things gone? Let's find out!

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Jane wasn't disappointed. Not really. It was for the best that something hadn't happened. Really, the only proper thing.

That's what she kept telling herself.

It was the most amazing adventure she had ever experience, and had ever imagining experience. And it read like one of those penny novels she had read back home of Victorian adventuresses exploring jungles and ancient temples with a handsome if slightly mentally handicapped chaperone. And like the penny novels, blouses might rip, bosoms might heave, but nothing untoward ever happened. Oh, lives might hang in the balance, and villains might leer, but nothing ever happened, though something might be hinted at after the last page was turned.

She wasn't sure what she expected from Tarzan, what she feared and hoped from Tarzan, but it had just been like the penny novels. Bosoms heaved, clothes were ripped, but nothing untoward happened.

She almost felt sorry for herself.

In actuality, her clothes hadn't ripped, but she had discarded more than one layer of undergarments upon arriving at her father's camp. Layer upon layer was all well and good for England, but the heat of the subSaharan jungle forbade that.

She wasn't sure what she expected when Tarzan had taken her, but nothing had happened. He had actually seemed kind of timid around her. Curious, but timid. She had spent a night in the tree, climbed down a vine, and now she was swimming in a jungle pool with him, observing him. Tarzan, for his part, acted like he had temporarily forgotten her. She couldn't help but stare at him, admiring his...beauty. He was very beautiful, in a masculine sort of way, and she even admitted so out loud, though she knew he couldn't understand a word she said.

The only flaw in Tarzan's beauty was his failure to ever smile. She motioned him over and reached for his face with her fingers. He immediately grabbed her wrists, stopping her. It was rather humorous, she thought, that he could even think that she was capable of hurting him. She said as much. She knew he couldn't understand her, but something in the tone of her voice must have made him decide that her intentions were benign.

She lifted up her fingers to the corner of his lips, and forced a smile on his face. As soon as she removed her fingers, the frown on his face returned. She matched his frown with a mock one of her own.

"We'll have to work on that," she decided out loud.

Tarzan's fingers reached for her lips, and she leaned forward a little, as he gently explored her mouth. He did this for a few seconds, then his fingers and gaze dropped lower. Bo followed Tarzan's gaze and a sudden startled realization hit her. The swim in the jungle pool had rendered her blouse partially transparent and, since she was now standing just waist deep in the water, her breasts were on partial display for Tarzan, who had taken a keen interest in them. Her nipples, which had hardened in the cool air, became even harder under Tarzan's gaze. Tarzan tugged her blouse tighter and began pouring handfuls of water over her breasts to make her blouse to make it even more transparent. Tarzan continued doing this as Jane began speculating that her virginity might be in danger, and that such a situation might be a bad thing. Jane held her breath and expectation and watched wide eyed as Tarzan slowly slid his hand inside her blouse.
 
Tarzan was a curious ape

He knew he was different from the other apes, he was after all hairless but he had never imaged there were others like him! At least not until the softer looking and the man with the loud canon came. With them brought change to the jungle and to Tarzan himself.

He wasn’t alone any more

He continued to stare at the girl cocking his head as he looked down at her chest. The other ape was…. Different from him softer and with a form he found oddly enticing it was almost like the mating his ape friends did. Of course Tarzan had yet to choose a mate for himself mostly because even if he did he knew the female wouldn’t accept due to how… different he was.

Of course maybe this female was different she was after all hairless like him maybe if he tried his luck…….

He brought his hands forward spreading his fingers just like she had been teaching him. Her blouse was thoroughly tight and soaked from his spraying water on it. The swell of the strange swell of her chest was exposed revealing an orb like addition to her body that strangely excited him. For the first time he felt a stirring in his crotch area a sort of excitement that reminded him of the few acts of mating he had seen.

He pushed through her shirt and glanced at her cocking her head to stare her for a few minutes before he brought his hand fully forward. He cupper her breast his eyes widening as he felt how soft it was. It weighed in his hand and he felt the small nub that capped the mound poking into his palm.

He played with it squeezing it in his hands growing bolder and bolder as he continued to explore it he was so enraptured in his thoughts he didn’t pay her much mind instead fondling and plucking at her nipple as he grew bolder and bolder and the forest echoed its sound all around them.
 
As soon as Tarzan's hand slid across her hardened nipple, Jane felt electricity shoot from that nipple through her body and coming to rest at a spot between her legs, a spot that a strange, exciting warmth was beginning to radiate from. Jane's eyes snapped shut as she focused all her attention on Tarzan's exploring hand. His touch became more certain, maybe even more possessive (or so it seemed to Jane), but no less gentle, and Jane unconsciously arched her chest into his inquisitive touch.
 
The female seemed to be enjoying it

Tarzan gave a soft grunt of happiness at this and his touch grew bolder he reached over with his other hand and ripped her blouse open exposing them. Tarzan wasnt sure why but he licked his lips bringing his other hand forward and cupping them both he palmed them moving them up and down and giving a small grunt of pleasure. He didn’t know why but his cock was twitching bobbing under his lion cloth. He had never seen it get so big before but there it was thrusting forward in the water and throbbing. He wasn’t sure what was up with that but he looked at her and raised an eyebrow as if to ask her.

Unconsciously his hand had begun circling and plucking t both of her nipples rolling them between his fingers
 
Jane's eyes flew wide open as Tarzan ripped her blouse open, sending buttons everywhere, skipping across the surface of the jungle pool before sinking out of sight.

Her heart started racing even faster as Tarzan's hands returned to her breasts, continuing their gentle exploration. It was one thing to be touched as Tarzan had been touching her, and her soaked garments had not been providing her any protection. But now there wasn't even the facade of modesty. As Tarzan's fingers concentrated on her nipples, Jane arched her back to meet his fingers. Her blouse, now just hanging off her shoulders, slipped down her arms and behind her, leaving her topless in front of Tarzan.

Jane looked over at Tarzan, the pleasure coursing through her body increased by the look of concentration and fascination on his face.

"I think..." she managed to gasp hoarsely, "That at some point we're suppose to kiss." Jane pushed Tarzan's hands away from her chest, then reached to his face with her own hands, pulling it toward hers as she pursed her lips, wondering if she could teach Tarzan (and, admitting her own lack of experience, herself) how to kiss.
 
She seemed to be enjoying what he was doing a fact with caused Tarzan great pleasure. He knew he was pleased as well and excited even though he had no idea why he was. This newfound concept of touch and pleasure was as foreign to him as she was but he was enjoying it. She was as well it seemed judging by the way her chest would heave and her hoarse voice. She said some thing to him but he only cocked his had in confusion. She thankfully gave up on it though and instead grabbed his face bringing them close together.

“Why does she wan to see me so close?” Tarzan though before suddenly their lip were touching Tarzan couldn’t figure out why but the act served to enhance the feeling inside of him. He kept kissing her roughly his hands suddenly reaching out to blindly pull her directly into his lap. It caused her to sit on his crotch pressing against his throbbing crotch and causing him to give a small gruntal moan.

He continued to press his lips against hers gripping her back his tongue slipped into her mouth moving hesitantly inside
 
Jane yelped in surprise as Tarzan puled her into his lap, but she quickly nestled in and got comfortable as the kiss deepened. In her innocence, she had no idea the effect that her body had, pressing down on Tarzan's crotch. She only knew that being in his embrace made her blood run faster and hotter.

She almost pulled back in shock as Tarzan's tongue gently probed into her mouth. She had no idea why he would do something like that, but she found it incredibly exciting. She tentatively touched his tongue with her own, as she lost herself in the kiss.
 
Tarzan groaned into her mouth feeling her tongue eagerly returning his own exploration. He felt his fingers slipping down down down looking for some thing to grab onto. He finally found the globe of her ass and gripped it rubbing her aggressively on his crotch an act which seemed to cause him great pleasure. He continued to probe her mouth with his tongue even as his hands gripped her back with feverish delight.

As Tarzan kissed her his hands as if on autopilot began to explore her body, Rough callused fingers stretched out cross her form running up and down the flat expanse of her stomach massaging her breast and gipping her back as they kissed. His hands were every where touching teasing exploring.
 
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Jane leaned back, breaking the kiss, trying desperately to catch her breath.

"James Parker," she murmured, "He does want me. And I want him." With that, Jane wrapped her hands back around Tarzan's neck and, with a gleam in her eye that mirrored the inspiration that had just flashed through her mind, she drew Tarzan's face toward her chest.
 
She said some thing but Tarzan paid it no mind instead watching as she brought his face to her chest. Tarzan paid it no mind however instead pushing his face into her chest and giving a soft grunt of pleasure. Her chest warm and soft wrapped around him causing him to shiver. He began kissing and biting every inch of her skin that he could grabbing her as again for support as his mouth found her nipple he eagerly popped it into his mouth sucking and nibbling on her nipple as he moaned in pleasure.
 
"Oh gawd," Jane moaned, her back arching, her arms moving to the back of Tarzan's head, as she tried to push as much of her flesh as she could into his mouth. At the same time, her legs moved so that she was straddling Tarzan, and she found herself unconsciously pressing her crotch against him, slowly rocking back and forth.
 
Tarzan felt her trying to feed more of her mound into his mouth and eagerly sucked feeling quite pleased with himself. This "jane" was obviously enjoying what he was doing to her given how much she was purring and trusting her self into his mouth. He was enjoying it as well given what his body was doing and his throbbing crotch.

Suddenly she moved straddling him her crotch rubbing directly gains his throbbing member. The act caused Tarzan to grunt and bite on her nipple firmly thrusting wildly as the sensation drove into him. He grabbed here hips rubbing her on his package aggressively.
 
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