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   It's A Jungle Out There
   A young nurse with the World Health Org.  is sent to Bafang, Cameroon,
Africa.  She knows she is near the rainforest known as 'The Tarzan Jungle'
where the movie 'Greystoke' was filmed.  She knew she had to go there and
take pictures for her Papa, who was a Tarzan fan all his life.  Did she
meet Tarzan or not.  She wasn't sure, but almost two years later, she felt
she had to know.
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   Keyla Alou stepped out on the huge rock, overlooking the jungle below.
   The jungle known locally as 'The Jungle of Tarzan' was where the movie
'Greystoke' had been filmed in the rainforests south of Bafang, Cameroon,
Africa as well as around the water falls known as the Chutes d'Ekom on the
Nkam River.  The waters of the river fall over 80 meters to the river below
once more and flow south through the dense jungles into Sea of Guinea.
   Keyla is a nurse with the World Health Organization, stationed in Bafang
with three other nurses from Rio de Janeiro, Brazil and two doctors from
Melbourne, Australia.  They had battled an outbreak of malaria during the
rainy season where the field hospital had been set up on the outskirts of
Bafang, with expeditions of two nurses and one doctor each, traveling up
and down the river to smaller settlements and river ports in the jungle.
   The W.H.O.  medical expedition was preparing to ship out in 10 days and
report to Mombasa, Kenya for 2 weeks of R&R before being sent to Columbia
in South America.
   Keyla had heard about the Tarzan movie being filmed in the jungles south
of where they were stationed, and this was her chance to see first hand. 
Her Papa was a great fan of all the old Tarzan movies dating back to the
1930's, and she wanted to have pictures made of her standing by the falls
and among the trees of the dense forest where Tarzan had yelled that
infamous yell and swung through the trees with only a small loin cloth low
on his hips.
   She bribed her guide to take her to see the falls and though it was a
very long walk she was determined to have her pictures made here.  Her Papa
would be thrilled to see her in her fake leopard skin mini-dress she had
purchased just for this.  Keyla was on a mission, she wasn't going to be
denied, after being this close.
   "Missy cannot go deep in trees, it is a jungle out there, and Missy will
meet with bad harm," Ngudu her guide and body guard kept warning her as she
walked deeper into the trees and along the rocks overlooking the ledge that
led to the valley in the rainforest jungles below.
   "Ngudu, you turn your head, Missy is about to dress in her jungle
clothes so you can take Missy's picture with my camera, yes?"
   "Yes Missy, if you wish, but be so aware of the animals and the deep
fall to the rock below," Ngudu said as he saw Missy strip her khaki
britches and shirt off.  He watched through his parted fingers, as she
looked down at her body, then at him where he peeped at her.  She stripped
her pantaloons and her brasser off her body and pulled the spotted little
dress over her head and shook her little butt to make it fall down over her
hips.  The dress didn't cover her hips, nor her butt.
   "Missy ready for picture?  Ngudu ready to take picture and go back to
boat, it will be much late soon," Ngudu smiled as he saw her small patch of
pussy hair when she turned to look his way.
   She wasn't sure now if she should have her picture made with the dress
not covering her pussy and butt crack.  This is what she came here for and
she was determined, she would just cover her pussy with something when she
had the picture.
   When she turned toward Ngudu, she saw a cluster of purple grapes near
her face, she looked and Ngudu was trying to get the lens cap off the
camera lens.  She reached up and pulled the cluster of over ripe fruit down
and wiped the dewy morsels with her fingers, popping one in her mouth.  The
taste was delicious and she ate three more quickly.
   Now Ngudu was ready and she started her poses, she still held three more
of the delicious grapes and she ate one, the purple juice drooling across
her bottom lip as she smiled at the camera.
   "Missy, no eat the dmulu plum, throw down.  Missy did you eat dmulu
plum, you have blue mouth water.  Missy, spit juice out now, do not
swallow," Ngudu yelled.
   Keyla spat the juice to the smooth rock at her feet and threw the other
two down also.  'Silly man, they taste good, there's nothing wrong with
those sweet grapes.' She smiled.
   The winds were gusty and the updrafts were flipping her short leopard
print dress up over her brown butt.  Ngudu was snapping his pictures fast
and smiling.  Suddenly he looked for her in the viewfinder and she had
moved.  He swung the camera from side to side, then up and down.  Finally
he took the camera down from his eye and Missy was gone.  Ngudu looked up
at the sky and wondered if she had blown away in the winds, she was such a
thin little girl.
   Ngudu walked to where he had seen her last, he saw the purple juice of
her spittle and the broken, smushed flat fruit she had thrown to the rock.
Ngudu looked and saw the many empty stems from the cluster of the
hallucinogenic fruit.
   "Missy be drunk for days now, wherever she be," Ngudu said shaking his
head as he shrugged his shoulders and looked over the edge of the rock to
the tree tops below.  No Missy down there.
   Keyla fell from the smooth surface of the rock when she stepped on the
grape she had thrown at her feet.  Her head was spinning, her dress was up
over her belly and she could feel the wet leaves of the tree tops brush
through her sensitive thighs as she fell.  Suddenly she was jerked to a
stop in mid air as she fell across a tree limb, nearly crushing her ribs as
she hung, doubled over at her waist.  Then she was moving, the limb was
taking her away.  She looked and there were fingers below her breast that
was exposed.
   Keyla was swinging through the trees on a huge vine as someone held her
with an arm just below her breasts, her back pressed to the muscular belly
behind her.  She looked up and saw the tremendous muscles bulging from the
biceps and the large hands holding the vine as the breeze kept her dress
over her naked crotch.
   She must find out who she is swinging through the jungles with, Ngudu
will be searching for her by now, she must get them to take her back.  She
reached behind her and her hand went under the small loin cloth.  Keyla
gripped the branch of the vine hanging there and the person on the vine
yelled a blood curdling yodel and clasped a big hand over her small breast
that was exposed when the shoulder strap of her flimsy jungle dress slipped
down.
   Keyla was slipping and the muscular arm pulled her up higher; she felt
the unmistakable feel of a hard cock slip between her buttocks and press
into her pussy from behind.
   "NOOoooooooo, oh damn, oh, damn, oh, damn, oh, damn.  Take it out, take
it out, its too big, ohhhhhh please take it ...  Ooooooooooohhhhhhh, damn
shove it deeper, deeper damn it, deeper," Keyla screamed as she pushed her
buttocks back to take this huge, muscular cock deeper in her pussy than any
one had ever been.
   Keyla saw a thatched roof tree house coming right at her with way too
much speed and she knew she this was going to hurt when she slammed her
small thin body into that ugly little straw hut, nestled precariously on
two limbs in the very top of the big tree.
   With a jolt that drove the huge cock deeper into her already stretched
pussy, Keyla was suddenly on the straw mats; her savior/assailant was
fucking her from behind like an animal as he held her hips and began his
long blood curdling yodel once more.  Keyla was in the midst of a breath
taking orgasm as she felt her tender un-protected pussy take an oversized
load of this man's sperm, as he deposited it in the mouth of her uterus.
   Keyla fainted from the extreme pleasure; she had never in her life had
an orgasm to compare with this.  When she awakened, she roused from the
straw mats to see stalks of banana's and piles of sweet fruit by her bed.
There was some more of the purple grapes and she grabbed them up and
gobbled the sweet berries down.  She peeled a banana and ate it hurriedly.
Keyla was ravenous as she ate fruit and smiled.
   She heard a rustling behind her and turned to see a tall, golden skin,
giant of a man standing there, smiling down at her.  His huge cock was
throbbing up and down as he smiled.
   "Damn, did you have all of that inside me, who are you anyway, is this
another Tarzan movie being filmed here, are you an actor?" Keyla kept
spewing the questions as she continued eating the clusters of the delicious
grapes.  She was dizzy now and she felt like lying back on the soft straw
mats.
   When she fell, she felt her legs being spread and the naked heathen
mount her belly and shove his huge, swollen cock in her tender pussy once
more.  It was better now and Keyla fucked the man back as he thrust into
her slender body.  He leaned down and sucked her tender breasts, nearly
biting her nipples off as he nipped them with his teeth and pulled back,
laughing deep in his chest as he rammed his cock deeper and deeper with
each thundering thrust of his powerful hips.
   'Damn, I wish that fool would stop with that yodeling, I'm about to get
tired of his yelling and thumping his chest, just as I'm about to be run
over by the orgasm wagon.  I wonder who this fool is anyway, some unknown
actor that's trying out for a role in a Tarzan movie, I'm sure.  He should
go into the porn business, he sure has the body for it and that damn cock
must be a foot long, it feels like he's gone past my uterus and fucking my
lungs now.'
   Keyla was dizzy, she was cumming so hard her body was weak; she had
never had so many orgasms in one fucking, nor had they ever shook her very
being as she felt them build to the point of explosion, before slipping
from her pelvis into her vaginal canal and grasp the huge cock that seemed
to never stop fucking her eagerly waiting pussy.
   She kept hearing this wailing yodel as she and the big naked giant of a
man dumped load after load of his scalding hot sperm into her feverish
body. The man rose from her prostrate body now and stood at the rail around
the thatched tree house as the rains began again and he thumped his huge
chest and roared like a lion and turned to look at her.
   Keyla wanted to yell at him and tell him to stop his wailing yodel and
realized it was her that was mocking his earlier animalistic wailing. 
'Damn, he's got me doing it now, I bet he thinks I like the way he fucks
me. I'll show his ass, I won't let him fuck me anymore.  I'll just cuddle
up and sleep, after I eat some more berries.'
   'I need to piss before I sleep, I'll just piss over the rail, I saw him
hang that long cock out and piss down there.' Keyla stood on wobbly knees
and staggered to the rail; she turned her butt to the rail and hiked her
hips up to sit on the top.  She let her streaming piss spray down through
the tree limbs and over the leaves.  Now she felt better, now she can rest.
   The big brute picked her up by her waist and with her kicking under his
huge arm; he walked into the small, enclosed thatched tree house.  She
could hear the rain beating down on the grass roof now and it made her want
to cuddle, even if it meant cuddling with this beast of a man that kept his
cock thrust in her tight little pussy.
   "What is your name?" she asked, in the now dark grass hut atop the
trees.
   "Unghh," he grunted.
   She was lying with his arm around her body, under her tender breasts,
pulling her to him with her tight little butt pressed against his ever-hard
cock.  When he didn't talk to her, Keyla got mad.  If he was going to fuck
her senseless with that damn animal cock, the least he could do was talk to
her afterwards.
   "Listen to me you overgrown ape, talk to me when I ask you a question or
you can hang that damned overgrown grapevine between your legs out on the
rail, do you hear me?" She screamed as she turned in his arms, her breasts
pressed against his hardened, muscular chest, her mouth pulled to within an
inch of his full, sexy lips.
   She pushed her wet pussy against him and her hard little titties against
his rippled chest and kissed the wild man.  Keyla went wild as she pulled
herself to the big man and rolled his body back to sit straddle his waist.
She slid back and reached for his ever-hard cock once more and shoved her
quivering pussy down on him hard.
   The oversize, wild-ass ape of a man reached out and grabbed her arms and
held onto her as the little woman rode his hard body and took his manhood
to the depths of her being.
   Keyla was consumed by the orgasm that shook her thin, lithe body so hard
she fainted, falling forward on his chest, as he wrapped his arms around
her warm body and held her as they slept.
   At first light, her ape man was pushing her off rudely and Keyla was
pissed, until she saw him pissing off the rail, the rains still falling in
sheets as he stood with his muscular buttocks gripped and his hips pushed
forward as he stood and pissed through the raindrops.
   Keyla laughed at the way he tightened his butt and hunched his cock out
over the rail as he stopped spurting.  She ran out into the rain and
grabbed his arm, swinging her body up and sitting with her butt hanging
over the rail, pissing down through the limbs and leaves with the rain
washing across her body and making her want her man.  She hugged her upper
body to him and he held her tight, her small breasts once again pressed
against his muscular chest as she lay her head down under his chin and
pissed down into the jungle below.
   "Are you Tarzan, are you real?" she looked up at him as the rain washed
his long hair down over his shoulders.
   He reached around and pulled her long black hair into a rope and divided
it, taking the two strands and draping down over her small breasts.  He
leaned in and smiled close to her face, she opened her mouth and they
kissed.  He jumped back when she forced her tongue into his mouth.
   Keyla laughed out loud and leaped up to pull his head back down and kiss
him again as she pushed her tiny tongue into his mouth once again, she
sucked his lips and sucked his mouth, she wrapped her legs around his waist
and locked her legs around his butt.  She got an orgasm when he thrust
upwards, his huge cock penetrating her waiting pussy.  He kissed her then,
her wild man pulled her close and kissed her, pushing his tongue into her
mouth and sucking her mouth as they both shivered.  Not from the warm rain,
but from the orgasm that shook them until he knelt with her still clinging
to him.
   He carried her back inside the thatched grass hut, and gently lay her
down on the grass mats once again.
   "Talk to me, are you really Tarzan?  Do you live here or are you just
spending time in the jungle, playing Tarzan?" she pleaded as she asked.
   "Tarzan," he said and smiled at her.
   "I want to believe you, but Tarzan was a fictional character in an Edgar
Rice Burroughs story.  There's not really a Tarzan, is there?"
   "Tarzan," he smiled.
   "Talk to me, please."
   "Tarzan."
   "My name is Keyla,"
   "Keee."
   "No, Keyla.  Keee-la."
   "Keee-la, Keee-la, Keee-la."
   "YES, dammit, are you real.  I am being played for a fool aren't I?"
   "Yes, fool."
   "Now I am hurt."
   "I hurt."
   "Are you real, I need to know?"
   "I know."
   "I could love you, if you really are Tarzan."
   "I love you Tarzan," she said.
   "I love you Tarzan."
   "I love you Keee-la," she smiled, wanting him to mock her so she could
hear the words.
   "I love you Keee-la."
   "Fuck me Tarzan."
   "Fuck me Tarzan."
   "Fuck me Keee-la," she tried once again.
   "Fuck me Keee-la."
   "I think I will fuck you Tarzan, lie back," she said as she pushed her
open palm against his chest and he lay back, pulling her with him.
   "Look," she said, putting his huge, hard cock to the lips of her wet
pussy.
   "Look." He said and hunched his cock head into her tight pussy.
   "Fuck," she said as she pointed at his cock going in and out of her
pussy.
   "Fuck," he said and smiled as he pointed at her pussy as he fucked her.
   They did too, they fucked until the rain stopped and the sun came out,
then they moved to the outside and fucked some more in the sun.
   Keyla lay on her back, languishing in the warm sun, her body aglow with
sexual satisfaction.  Suddenly he grabbed her up and kissed her, then with
her in his arms, he yelled that wild man yodel and leaped over the rail
into the leaves below the tree house.
   Keyla screamed as they fell and fell and fell, she knew they would be
bashed to death when they hit the floor of the jungle.
   Suddenly, she was under water and he was there with her, laughing and
holding her close.  He swam under water with her, her lungs about to burst
with the need to breath.  They came up under a water fall, with the water
cascading down in a roar over them.
   They were both laughing and playing in the water; she was washing his
huge cock and wanting it in her.  He grabbed her and carried her out to the
place where the water fell and the grass was wet and matted along the edge
of the deep pool of clear water where they swam.
   He stood with her sitting at his feet, hugging his legs and rubbing her
small breasts against his knees.
   He tapped her shoulder and pointed up to the trees, then he pointed to
his mouth and chomped his open mouth.
   "Yes," she smiled, she was hungry and she understood her wild-ass ape
man.  No matter if he is some fool, acting out his fantasy as Tarzan, she
was beginning to love this man.
   He ran and leaped into the air, climbing a leaning palm tree, then
leaping through the air and grabbing a vine and swinging through the trees
to gather fruit.
   Keyla lay back in the sun and closed her eyes.
   "There, there she is, look she is hurt, hurry." Keyla heard voices as
she dozed, almost asleep, but not really.  She knew no one was here, she
was dreaming.
   "Keyla, are you alright, we were so worried when they came back and said
you had fallen off the cliff," Dr.  Burton said as he knelt beside her.
   "Dr.  Burton, where did you come from, why are you here too?" Keyla
asked as she scanned the trees for her wild-ass ape man.
   "Here, take my coat and cover up, we have bearers nearby to carry you
out to the roads.  We will be leaving tomorrow," he told her as he pulled
her to her feet.
   "Dr.  where did he go, did you see him, did you see anyone?" she asked,
still looking up into the canopy of the trees in the dense jungle.
   "He ran back and reported you lost Keyla, we're here to take you back to
the village and down river to the hospital.  We'll check you out good
tonight and then go down river tomorrow to fly to Mombasa."
   She had no choice but to go with them, she must have been dreaming the
whole time.  There wasn't a wild-ass ape man, she had just been so wrapped
up in getting her Papa pictures of the Tarzan Jungle, she must have hit her
head and started hallucinating.  She had tears in her eyes as she realized
there was no handsome wild man that made love to her all night and held her
as she slept.
   Keyla walked with the others, the slow rain falling, her tears running
down and mixing with the rain and falling to the red clay of the earth on
the trail out of the jungle.
   The birds were flying up and settling back into the trees as the group
walked out into the clearing.  Keyla looked back toward the jungle, wishing
it had been true, wishing there really had been a Tarzan.  She saw movement
in the trees and then saw a playful monkey as he leapt from tree to tree.
Her heart settled back down, her tears kept falling as reality set in.  She
jumped and looked back toward the jungle once, when she heard a sound, a
sound like her wild man yodeling in the distance, then the birds drowned
the sound out and she knew her mind was playing games on her.
   The W.H.O.  medical group flew over to Mombasa, Kenya the next day. 
Their supervisor had reservations waiting for them at the Voyager Beach
Resort, in Mombasa and the two weeks seemed to stretch into months for
Keyla.  She wandered up and down the beach alone, trying to convince
herself that it had been real; the tears still came each day when she made
herself face reality once more.
   Keyla got permission from her supervisor to catch a different flight and
go back to Rio de Janeiro, to see her Papa before flying on to Columbia. 
She had gotten her digital camera from Ngudu and had looked at the viewer
so many times she had to buy more batteries.  Keyla took her photo card and
had the pictures developed and printed and also put on disc so she could
take it with her and look at them on her laptop.
   She and her Papa looked at the pictures over and over as she told him of
the river and the falls and the dense jungle in the rainforest.  He was
excited and told his friends that his daughter went to where Tarzan lived
and made pictures.
   "Keyla, who is this in the tree behind you in this last picture?" Her
papa asked and she jumped up to have a look.
   "Papa, I think that is just the shadow in the tree leaves."
   "But it sure looks like a man."
   "I wish it were Papa, I would go back."
   "Would you Keyla, if I were you, I would too."
   "Oh Papa, thank you, but I must go to my next assignment tomorrow, I
will be there three months then go back to Kenya for six months this time."
   "My Baby girl goes too much."
   "I know Papa, but the sick need me."
   "I know and I am proud that you make them well."
   Keyla flew to Columbia and joined her group once more.  She felt
nauseous on the flight, but then, she always felt a little queasy when she
flew.
   Two weeks later she was sick each morning and had Dr.  Burton examine
her.  She knew she couldn't be pregnant; she hadn't had a man in over a
year.
   "Keyla, you're pregnant," Dr.  Burton said.
   "Dr.  that can't be, are you sure?"
   "We'll check you again in a week or so, but yes, I am sure.  I have seen
pregnant women all over the world, I know pregnant."
   Keyla felt her heart start to tug, she knew she had not been with a man,
how could she be pregnant, unless there had been a big handsome wild man in
the jungles that made love to her for a day and a night and the next day.
   When the three month stint was up in Columbia, Keyla took a leave of
absence and flew home.  Her Papa never asked who the baby's papa was, Keyla
was afraid to tell him, she wasn't sure.  Maybe she had been in a mini coma
in the jungle for two days and a night and someone came along and
impregnated her while she was unconscious.
   Six months later, she gave birth to a bronze skinned, black haired baby
boy.  He came into the world yelling and screaming and she could just hear
the yodel she had heard, or thought she heard in the jungle.
   "What is his name Keyla, have you got a good one for him?"
   "Yes Papa, Jorge Luis Tarzan Alou, is his name on his birth certificate
and passport."
   "My little Tarzan has a passport already?"
   "Yes Papa, when we can travel, I am flying back to Cameroon and go up
the Nkam River to see once more if there may have been a man in those
pictures.  The man that would be Tarzan's papa."
   "If you find such a man, will you stay with him, there in the jungle and
raise the little Tarzan in the jungle?"
   "Yes Papa and I will send for you if he is really there.  Papa in my
mind I see him now.  He is over six feet tall and built like Atlas, he san
swing in the trees and he cam swim like a fish.  Papa, he can make love all
night long too.  I have to go Papa, I have to know."
   "You go find him Keyla, I am an old man now, I cannot go to the jungles
and live."
   "Papa, if he is there, you will come to me and my two Tarzan's."
   "Yes Keyla, go find him, find your wild man and little Tarzan's papa."
   Keyla left for Mombasa, Kenya on little Tarzan's first birthday, they
were on the boat with Ngudu six days later.
   "Missy, you have a baby Tarzan?"
   "Yes, Ngudu.  I am going to find his papa in the jungle."
   "Missy, you no eat blue plums no more, they make you wobble when you
walk and dream bad dreams when you sleep."
   "I'll remember that Ngudu, will you walk with me to the place where I
was found, beneath the big falls?"
   "Yes Missy, Ngudu will walk with you and little Tarzan.  Missy you have
no clothes to stay, will you go back to Bafang to buy more clothes if you
stay?"
   "Ngudu, if I find the man I am looking for, he will provide for me and
little Tarzan."
   "Yes Missy, I hope you find your man, you know it's a jungle out there."
   "Yes and I love it Ngudu, here is the pool by the falls, I thank you
Ngudu, you may go now, I will see you one day."
   "Missy, I feel hurt to leave you deep in jungle, your man may not be
here."
   "He's here," Ngudu; she said and pointed to the high trees overhead.
   Ngudu looked up to the trees and saw no one, he looked at Keyla and
shook his head, she has been eating the blue plums again and he was trying
to keep her from them.  Shaking his head, he left her and her small boy by
the clear blue pool of water and walked out of the jungle.  At the edge he
stopped and looked back, he had heard a sound that sounded like the movie
sound when Tarzan movie was made, but the birds were screeching and he lost
the sound.
   Keyla looked up and then she wasn't sure again, he wasn't there by the
tree trunk, that was a limb that had fallen over and looked like a man.
   She sat down and pulled little Tarzan to her, she stripped his short
britches and diaper off, she pulled his little shoes off, then she stripped
naked herself and they lay back in the sunlight and closed their eyes.
   "Keee-la."
   She was dreaming again she was afraid to open her eyes.
   "Keee-la, Tarzan love Keee-la."
   She sat upright and there he was, he was holding little Tarzan and
smiling.
   "Tarzan's boy." She said as she pointed to their baby, her tears flowing
down her cheeks.
   "Boy, Tarzan, Boy." He said as he pointed to the baby then himself.
   "Yes, this is Tarzan's boy, I love Tarzan,"
   "Tarzan love Keee-la, Tarzan love Boy," he said as he grabbed his woman
under his arm and ran through the jungle.  Keee-la took Boy and Tarzan
grabbed a vine, they swung high and grabbed another vine, he grabbed
another vine and she saw the tree house.
   "Home," she pointed.
   "Home," he said.
   Boy pointed to the tree house, "Home." As they dropped inside the rail
on the front of the tree house.
   Boy pointed out and down at all the trees below.  Tarzan picked him up
and pointed too.  "Jungle."
   "Jungle," he said.
   "Yes, there is a jungle out there and my two Tarzans are here with me."
   
  
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