Did you ever wonder what it might have been like for Jane, a civilized young woman, alone in the jungle, to meet the legendary Tarzan? What would he have thought of this pale female human? How would he have acted? How would she react to the King of the Jungle? What if he smelled... woman... in heat? 

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   Jungle Virgins - How Jane Met Tarzan

   By Beating Off Bob (beatingoffbob@yahoo.com)

   Author's Note: This is an exploration of what might have happened, from
the viewpoint of the participants, rather than hypothetical historians. 
This is very slow, but be patient.  Good things come to those who wait.  In
the meantime, submerge yourself in the jungle, where civilization, as WE
know it, doesn't exist.

   Tarzan was about five when he was lost in the Jungles of the Congo.  He
was found by a female gorilla whose baby had died and she adopted the
strange looking creature as her own.  Tarzan knew she was a gorilla, and
that he was not, but there was nothing he could do about it.

   And, his new mother was a good mother, all things considered.  Her baby
was weak and pale, but he had beautiful eyes and he snarled a lot, which
Gorillas considered 'manly'.  It took her years to learn that that snarl
meant he was happy.  He grew and soon he could hold his own in the trees
with his ape brothers and sisters.  He still wasn't as strong, but he was
much much smarter.  When he wanted something he almost always got it.  And
he had learned the ways of all the other animals in the jungle, a thing his
mother appreciated more than once when he got the family out of trouble
with some of those that were predators.

   Jane was eighteen when the plane she was traveling in went down in the
jungle.  The tall trees that ripped the fuselage to shreds also cushioned
it to some degree.  Not that it helped any of the others on board.  But
Jane happened to be in the one place in the plane that did not get a tree
branch shoved through it, and her harness was fastened.  She did get a
severe blow to the head that knocked her unconscious during the crash.  She
ended up about twenty feet off the ground, upside down, hanging from her
seat belt.

   She came to with a crushing headache and a sense of complete wrongness.
She smelled the jungle first and remembered the pilot's warning that they
were going to crash.  Her eyes jerked open, but everything looked wrong. 
She jerked and found herself swinging in the air.  She looked "up" and saw
bushes, tree trunks ...  and a naked man.  He was looking "down" at her. 
Then she realized she was hanging in a tree and that she was helpless.  She
couldn't see the man very well.  She was close to blacking out again
because all the blood in her body seemed to have settled in her head.

   She managed a weak "Help me" before everything went back to black.

   Tarzan knew about the great silver birds that flew over the jungle.  He
had hidden in the jungle once as he saw one land in a cleared field near a
village.  Humans the bird had eaten were vomited out, or cut their way out
of the stomach of the bird somehow.  He didn't understand all that,
especially since the bird usually roared and took flight again after the
humans escaped.  The people who came out of the birds were always pale,
like him.  But every pale human he had ever seen was bad.  They killed the
animals and then didn't eat them.  They killed members of his family.  They
killed everything.  He tried to make sure he never had anything to do with
them.

   Unless they threatened his friends.  Then they died.

   He had found many interesting things on the bodies of the pale ones he'd
killed.  They had skins that could be taken off and put back on.  He didn't
think those were a very good idea, but all the pale ones used them.  Some
of them wore pieces of polished crystal on their faces.  He found out those
were good for using the sun to start a fire.  But he only needed one.  The
only really good thing he had found was a metal claw that could be carried
in the hand.  His black brothers in the jungle had these things too and
used them to cut up the game they hunted.  The one he'd taken from a dead
pale one stayed sharp almost forever and was very useful.  There was even a
little pouch made of hard skin to keep it in.  He wore that around his
neck. More than once his lack of good claws had gotten him into trouble,
but now, with his long sharp claw he could fight back.  It was also good
for cutting off some of the longer fur that grew from his head.  For some
reason his head fur grew a lot longer than his mother's.  But then she had
fur everywhere, and he had it only in a few places.

   But now one of the silver birds had tried to land in a tree and had
fallen apart.  There were two pale ones that had been inside the bird, but
they were already dead.

   He saw another one hanging from a tendon or something, up in the tree.
That one had said a word that sounded familiar.  His family didn't talk
that way, but he remembered when he was very young that he had used that
word.  He vocalized it slowly "hellllpp".

   Now he remembered!  That was a word that meant you needed assistance. 
The pale one had called out for assistance.  He started to leave.  He
hadn't found anything interesting in all the stuff that had fallen out of
the bird.

   But he was curious about the pale one.  This one seemed to be hurt, and
might not be so dangerous.

   He climbed the tree.

   As he got closer to the pale one he saw that it looked different from
all the others he had seen.  It's legs were bare for one thing.  Then he
realized that the removable skin it wore was hanging down.  It wore
something white where it's sex organs were.  And this pale one had long
hair on it's head, like he did.  All the others had had short hair and
usually wore some kind of molded leaf type thing on their heads.  This one
had the things on its feet that he had seen on the others.  He thought they
protected the feet, like an extra layer of skin.

   It moaned and opened its eyes.

   He was amazed.  This pale one had eyes the same color as his!  He had
seen his eyes in his reflection in pools of water and they were green, like
a plant.  He had never seen any pale one with eyes like his.  It made
gurgling noises in its throat and its mouth opened.  It made the noise
again "Help me, please".

   Jane came to again, her head still aching.  The naked man was right in
front of her!  He had climbed the tree.  She was having a hard time
breathing.  "Help me, please" she gasped.  The man's hand went to something
hanging around his neck.  He pulled out a knife!  He reached toward her and
began cutting at her dress.

   What was he doing?  Then she realized he was trying to find what was
holding her to the seat.  Her arms had been hanging down toward the ground
and she brought them to her lap with an effort.  She fumbled through the
folds of her dress and found the seat belt.  She traced it back toward the
seat and slapped it several times to show the man.

   He grunted and reached toward her hand.  She felt the knife bite into
the belt.

   Then she was falling.

   Tarzan heard the words and remembered their meaning.  He almost decided
to climb back down the tree and leave this pale one to die.  But something
about it was interesting.  It seemed to sleep like a bat, hanging upside
down.  But when it woke up it wanted help.  Something must be holding it
up. He searched through the removable skin, cutting pieces away so he could
see.  It's hand came up and started patting a wide strip of thick skin. 
Aha!  That's what was holding it to the chair.  He began using his claw to
cut the skin.  Suddenly it snapped and the pale one fell.

   Tarzan knew he could have jumped that far and it would have been fine,
but the pale ones didn't seem to be very agile or healthy, so he decided
not to let this one fall.  Like his brother the cobra his hand struck at
the foot of the pale one.  Then he held to a nearby vine as its weight came
on his arm.  It weighed very little.  He began to think it might be a pale
one child.  Then it made a sound like a youth in trouble.

   Jane took in a breath to scream and felt herself jerk to a stop in mid
air.  Her scream came out of reflex.  She tried to see what had her foot,
but her dress was now hanging down over her face.  She batted at it, trying
to control the folds of cloth.  Finally she got a glimpse of the naked man
holding her foot.  All that was holding him - and her - in the tree was his
other hand on a vine.  She swooned and lost consciousness again.

   The pale one went limp in his grasp and Tarzan thought it was a very
strange creature to fall asleep in these circumstances.  He pulled it back
up, slung it over his shoulder and climbed down.

   He laid it out on the forest floor and began examining it.  He decided
to take it's removable skin off to see if it was hurt.  His claw made short
work of that.

   That was when he discovered that this was a female pale one.

   He'd never seen one of them before.  It had teats like his mother, only
they stuck out farther and were soft.  His mother's nipples were black and
tough, but the ones on this female were pink and soft.

   In fact all of her was soft.

   He looked where the sex organs should be, and found the white thing was
another removable skin.  It ripped easily.  Yes, there was the female's sex
organ.

   He sat back, amazed at this pale one.  It was soft and smelled good.  He
didn't think it would live very long in the jungle, though.  It didn't look
strong.

   He went back to the area where the bird had died.  He hunted everywhere
for the long sticks that spat fire and thunder and killed everything they
pointed at.  But he didn't find any.

   That was also very odd.  He'd never seen a pale one without one of those
dangerous sticks.  He was getting more and more curious about this pale
female he'd found.  He decided to keep her alive for a while.  Maybe she
would do something interesting.  He picked her up, slung her over his
shoulder and headed for his tree house.

   Jane woke and at once realized her headache was much better.  She felt
pain almost everywhere on her body, but she wasn't hanging from the tree
any more.  She was lying on something soft and it smelled good.

   Suddenly she remembered falling and sat bolt upright.  Immediately her
head emptied of blood, she swooned and she fell backwards, unable to break
her fall.

   She bounced on something soft.

   She was dizzy, but could at least think.  Obviously she hadn't been
killed in the fall.  First the plane crashed and then the fall.  She was
overflowing with luck today.  She turned her head and saw she was lying on
a thick bed of grass.  She thought dried grass would be prickly and
uncomfortable, but this was wonderful.  She lay there aching.

   Her hand came up to her chest.

   She was NAKED!  Again she sat bolt upright and she fought the dizziness
as she surveyed her body.  The only thing she had on was her stockings and
shoes!  What was going on?!  She looked around.  She was in a large nest
made of grass, in a TREE!  She felt under the grass and found a floor of
branches, lashed together with vines.  There was a roof of sorts, thatched,
and only good enough to keep rain off.  It wouldn't protect in the winter.
She laughed at her thought.  Here she was in equatorial Africa where the
only thing one needed protection from was rain, and she was thinking of
winter.

   The naked man!  She remembered him now.  She looked around fearfully. 
Where was he?  It had to be him who brought her here...who made this place.
She remembered him holding her foot, keeping her from falling.  He must be
immensely strong.

   She examined the "house" again, more closely.  Nothing man made. 
Nothing that resembled a place a man would live in.  It was utterly ... 
animal.  Cleverly done, but still ...  animal.

   Suddenly she remembered a tale she'd heard.  Something about a white
ape. He was legendary.  All the hunters and safari men feared him.  Some
thought him a man, but most thought he was some odd kind of ape with no
hair.  No one had ever gotten a close look at him.  He swung through the
trees like an ape, but he was believed to be able to talk to the animals in
the jungle.

   What was it they called him?  Tazam?  Tazman?

   No it was Tarzan.  That was it.  Tarzan - Tarzan of the Apes, King of
the Jungle.  Could the naked man be this legendary Tarzan?  He was no ape.
She knew that.  She remembered seeing him in the tree, not two feet from
her.  And right in front of her face had been his genitals.

   Those were no ape genitals.  His penis was thick and long and hung down
below a set of testicles that were full looking.  The penis of an ape was
mostly inside unless there was actual mating going on.  Or at least she
thought so.  She'd never actually looked at an ape's sex organs.  No proper
woman would.  But she'd seen her father naked once, had seen his penis and
balls.  This Tarzan, if that's who she'd seen, was much bigger.  She pitied
the woman who had to put up with that monster rutting in her.

   Suddenly she remembered she was naked.  She groped frantically between
her legs.

   No pain.

   What would it feel like if a man had been in her?  She didn't know - had
never experienced that.  She thought she'd be able to tell, though, and she
didn't feel any different than ever before.  She sighed in relief.

   But if he hadn't ravished her, why had he removed her clothing?  And why
not her shoes?  Her head began to ache again.  There were so many
questions.

   She felt the tree begin to sway and realized someone was climbing up to
the nest.  She looked first for a weapon, but there was nothing.  Then the
naked man's head cleared the edge of the nest and he looked at her.  He
bared his fangs.  She gasped and one hand flew to cover her breasts.  The
other, already in her lap, tried to cover her mons.

   Tarzan had made his rounds and went back to his home to see how the
female human was.  He had a feeling she'd still be there.  He didn't think
she could survive alone in the jungle.  Most of the pale ones couldn't. 
They hired black ones to take them around and protect them.  Usually all
they had to be protected from was their own stupidity, but the animals all
hated the pale ones.  He knew she was awake before he even got to the tree.
The limbs were moving slightly and there was no wind at this level in the
forest canopy.  That's why he'd built here.  His scent didn't drift from
this place.  He didn't have many enemies in the jungle, but there were a
few.  He climbed up and looked at the ...  what was that word?  He tried to
remember.

   Mama?

   No that was a particular woman.  WOMAN!  That was it!  She was a woman!
He smiled at the woman and she jumped.  She started touching herself.  She
made the sign that in ape language meant "Home" - the flat hand and arm
placed across the chest.  But her other hand made a sign he didn't know. 
He'd never seen an animal put one hand between the legs, knuckles out,
cupped over the sex organ.

   She made the sound of a young one in trouble again and he looked around
to see what was bothering her.  He saw nothing dangerous, heard no danger.
Maybe this pale woman had something wrong inside her head.  She was
breathing like she had just run all the way from the waterfall to the blue
cliffs, but he knew she hadn't left the nest.  She was very puzzling.

   He decided to try to communicate with her.  He tried the word he'd most
recently remembered.  He pointed at her and said "Wu-man".

   Jane was terrified.  The naked man just stared at her.  She screamed and
he looked around, like he was looking for something.  Then he looked back
at her and spoke.  "Wu-man".

   She was astonished.  He had said "Woman", plain as day.  She looked more
closely at him.  His head was a wash of hair, long, flying every which way,
his beard dense.  He almost looked like a lion with a human face.  But it
WAS a human face.  She could see his shoulders and they were definitely
human too.  Very broad, heavily muscled.  Yes, he was immensely strong. 
Again he pointed and said "Woman".

   For lack of anything else to do she nodded her head and said "Yes. 
Woman."

   Tarzan watched as the woman made her eyes get big, wider, rounder.  How
did she do that?  He knew of no animal who did that.  What did that mean?
He said his word again, and this time she moved her head in the ape
language, saying "All is well" and she repeated his word.

   He knew what the jungle people called him.  His name had some mystical
meaning to the black ones who gave it to him.  He pointed to himself and
said "Tarzan" Then he pointed to her and said "Woman".

   Jane felt herself go weak when the naked man named himself Tarzan.  It
was true!  He existed!  But he was no ape.  He was just a man!  Well, not
JUST a man.  She'd never seen a man like him before.  He thought her name
was "Woman".

   She pointed to him and said "You, Tarzan" then pointed to herself and
said "Me Jane".

   She realized that in pointing she had uncovered her breasts.  Then she
noticed he wasn't looking at them.  He was looking at her face.  She
decided she didn't need to cover them.  She took her other hand away from
her crotch and watched, but he didn't stare at her there either.  This was
odd.

   She saw movement in the tree behind Tarzan.  It was a snake!  It was a
huge snake - a constrictor of some kind and it was lowering its head toward
him.

   She started to warn him when he exploded into action.

   Tarzan saw the woman name herself "Jane" and then her pupils narrowed
quickly.  That meant danger and she was looking up, behind him.  Only one
kind of danger came from above and that was Ra the serpent.  His hand
streaked to his claw and he moved toward the woman.  To defeat Ra one had
to keep away from his head.  He leapt over the woman, using the flex in the
tree limb to leap to another nearby tree.  Then, swinging hand over hand he
outflanked the snake and came at it from behind.  He judged where it's
middle was and jumped on it, straddling it.  The claw came around, under
the belly of the snake and he began to cut it open.  He made a four foot
incision before the snake began its thrashing.  Tarzan hung on, still
slashing, trying to cut the snake open.  He felt fluid on his hand and knew
he was winning.  Now Ra tried to fall from the branch, but Tarzan wrapped
his legs around the thick body and hung from the branch while he continued
to slice and stab.  Now he began cutting around the body.  He couldn't
break Ra's back - he'd almost been killed when he tried that, but Ra hated
pain and enough of it could kill the snake.  Again and again he struck and
finally he was able to hack through the spine.  The front half of the snake
fell to the ground and thrashed in its death throes.  The back half stayed
with Tarzan.

   He was pleased.  Ra was good eating.

   Jane was horrified at what she saw.  Tarzan was fast as lightning.  He
moved like an ape, gracefully and with strength.  He had a knife that
looked suspiciously like a Bowie Knife from America, almost a hatchet it
was so large.  And he was vicious.

   The Boa Constrictor never had a chance.  From the time he first moved to
the time half the snake fell to the ground, Tarzan had spent less than two
minutes.  And he wasn't even breathing hard.  She watched as he came back
to the nest with half of the snake.  What in the world was he doing?  He
began to do what she could only believe was butchering the snake's carcass.
Deftly he sliced into the thick muscle and cut off strips.  He offered one
to her.

   She shuddered and shook her head.

   Tarzan saw the woman make the ape sign for "Let's move on to better
forage" when he handed her some of the succulent snake meat.  She didn't
take it, and in fact her pale skin took on a greenish tinge.

   Was she like brother chameleon?

   He didn't think so.  He ate his portion of the snake and began to wrap
the rest up.  He'd have to cook it.  He'd learned cooking from the black
brothers in the villages.  It made meat last longer.  It was one of the few
things he thought they did that was a good idea.  But you needed to cook it
soon or it would be fit only for brother lion, or the jackals.  They'd eat
anything.  If Jane wanted to move to another forage area, that was fine. 
He had cooking to do.

   Jane watched Tarzan wrap the rest of the snake meat in a large leaf and
climb down.  She scrambled over to the edge of the platform and peered down
to see what he was going to do.  He was huddled in a clearing, one of few
she could see in the dense forest.  There was a black spot with the ground
cleared away on all sides.  It was a fire pit!  He had something sparkling
in his hand.  She realized it was a lens from a pair of glasses and he was
using it to concentrate sunlight onto a pile of tinder.  Soon smoke came
from the tinder and he blew it to life.  Then he calmly cooked the pieces
of snake he'd wrapped up, putting them on the end of a sharpened stick. 
When they were done he went to the part of the snake that had fallen to the
ground and cut it up too.  These pieces he put on a wooden framework that
bent into an upside down 'U' that made a sort of cover for the fire pit. 
He put green branches on the fire and began smoking the meat.  Jane's
stomach rumbled.  She WAS hungry.  And she had to pee.  She explored the
platform and found a clay pot with water in it, but nothing else.  She
sniffed the water.  It smelled fine and she drank some.  She looked around.
She couldn't stay in this tree forever.  Her stomach rumbled again.

   She started climbing down.

   Tarzan heard the tree rustle and knew Jane was moving around.  He
glanced over to see her climbing down.  She wasn't very good at climbing.
She didn't know where to put her feet and she took forever to get down. 
She didn't hang and drop either.  She climbed ALL the way down.  How odd.
She walked over to him.  He saw she had fur above her sex organ, like him.
It was the same color as her head fur, pale yellow, almost the color of the
grain plant some of the villagers raised when it was ready to cut and make
into flour.  It was lighter than brother lion's pelt, with more yellow in
it.  She went to the snake he had cooked in the fire and looked at it.  She
licked her lips.  Maybe she was hungry after all.  He offered her a piece
and she took it.  First she kissed it, then licked her lips.  Then she ate
like she was hungry.

   Jane tasted the snake meat.  It was good!  It didn't taste like anything
she'd ever eaten before.  She tried to think of it as "just meat".  She
realized she was ravenous and stuffed the meat in her mouth.  Tarzan handed
her another piece and she ate that too.  Her bladder cramped.  She was
going to have to pee soon.  She looked around for somewhere to go.  Maybe
over there, behind those bushes.  She went to see.

   Tarzan watched Jane eat.  She ate a lot.  If he kept her he'd have to
hunt more.  He thought he'd probably just take her to one of the villages
and then she could get back to her own people.  She was looking around.

   Now what?

   He knew there was no danger near.  He saw her looking at the bushes that
grew good berries and she started toward them.  The berries weren't ripe
yet and if she ate them her stomach would hurt.  Then she'd be noisy and he
wouldn't be able to sleep.

   He got up to go stop her.

   Jane got on the other side of the bush from Tarzan and squatted.  This
was going to be messy, but there wasn't anything else she could do.

   She was mid stream, sighing with relief when Tarzan came around the
bush.

   Tarzan came around the bush and saw Jane marking territory.  What did
she think she was doing?  He growled, low in his throat, a clear warning.

   But wait.  She was using all her urine in one place!  Surely she wasn't
just eliminating.  Not this close to the nest.  Not right beside a source
of food.  Now he growled from his middle throat, saying "You have done
wrong, young one." Suddenly Jane stood up, her urine still flowing, now
running down her legs as she made the sound of a young one in trouble.

   What in the world was going on here?

   Jane panicked when Tarzan began to growl at her.  He looked so
ferocious, snarling at her.  She screamed and bolted upright, but she
couldn't cut off the flow of urine.  She had to go too badly for that.  Now
it was running down her legs, getting in her shoes!  She stood there,
peeing and began to cry.

   Tarzan stared at the woman.  She was crying!  He knew about that.  It
meant she was in pain.  He'd cried like that after a fight he'd had with
brother crocodile in the river.  He winced at the remembered pain of those
jaws, the raking teeth.  He'd won that fight, but only barely, and only
because of his claw.  Maybe she was in so much pain she couldn't control
herself.  He'd have to clean her up and examine her more closely.  He
reached for her and just managed to grab her wrist before she began to
fight him.

   Jane was terrified.  This savage man was coming at her.  He'd seen her
in her most absolute private time.  She had to get away!  She tried to run
but he caught her wrist.  Now he was trying to drag her away.  She leapt on
him, scratching, biting, anything to get away.

   Tarzan immediately decided that Jane's people must have come from
brother Leopard's line.  She snarled and growled like a young one, and
tried to use her claws and teeth on him.  He slapped her once and she fell
to the forest floor, limp.  He picked her up, slung her over his shoulder,
and set out for the falls.

   Jane revived when she felt cold water hit her skin.

   "AWWRP" she screeched as she felt tough hands rubbing the cold water all
over her body.  Tarzan was WASHING her!  She realized she couldn't hear
anything because of the thundering of a waterfall not far away.  They were
in a clear pool of water, about thigh deep.  Tarzan had one hand clamped on
her left forearm and was running his hands all over her body!  His hands
felt huge and hard, like a pumice stone.  She shivered as the hand ran over
her buttocks and up her back, then around and down her side.  He looked at
her, frowning and let go of her arm.  Then he used both hands, running one
up the outside of her leg and the other up the inside.  He went all the way
up and she gasped as his hand touched her vaginal lips.  But they didn't
linger there, moving right back down.  Then the other leg got washed and
again his hand clearly contacted her vulva.  She stood on tiptoes and
spread her legs, trying to get away from his hands, but that only opened
her up more.  Tarzan scooped up a handful of water and splashed it directly
on her mons, washing her pubic hair, his fingers cupped, the fingertips
mashing into her pussy lips.  Jane squawked, but before she could react his
fingers were gone.

   She blushed at the same time she realized he was only washing her, and
that his movements had nothing to do with sex.  She glanced at his penis,
and saw it was limp, swinging between his legs.  His balls had tucked up
inside him in the cold water.  Then her thoughts were torn asunder as his
hands washed her breasts.  She felt a ball of warmth explode in her abdomen
as his rough hands scraped across her tender nipples - nipples no man had
ever touched.  The feeling was exquisite and she gasped at the tingles of
pleasure she felt.  But then his hands moved on.  He dunked her in the pool
and she came up gasping and choking.  Then, almost tenderly, he examined
every inch of her body.  He was obviously looking for something.  He
checked in her scalp, under her arms, all over her body.  He even made her
raise one leg and he peered directly at her sex.  She blushed again at
this, but was so overcome with events that she just did as he directed her
to.  Then he looked puzzled and stared into her eyes.  "You ...  pain?" he
stuttered.

   "No" she said, puzzled herself.

   His fingers touched from each eye, down each cheek "You ...  cry."

   Suddenly Jane felt a rush of warmth for this savage man.  He had seen
her crying by the bush and thought she was in some pain or injured
somewhere.  All the events of the past day came rushing down on her and she
felt tears starting again.  She didn't want him to see them, knew he'd
misunderstand again.  Instead she moved to him, took him in her arms and
buried her face in his chest.

   Tarzan didn't understand.  There was nothing wrong with the woman.  He
had checked everywhere and she was uninjured.  Then she attacked him, but
this time it wasn't really an attack.  It was the "I like you" movement. 
He realized she was warm and soft, even in the cold water.  He put his arms
around her too.  He did like her.  She was odd, but she felt good to hold.
He began to lead her out of the water.  She stumbled and almost fell.

   She was so clumsy!  He just picked her up and carried her like a baby.

   Jane felt Tarzan's arms go around her and suddenly she felt safe.  She
didn't understand, but she sensed he was a decent man.  And she couldn't
survive by herself.  She'd have to teach him some more language and then,
when they could talk, there'd be fewer misunderstandings.  She felt him
pulling her to the bank, but tripped on a rock.  In an instant she was
cradled in his arms.  She let her face turn into his chest and let him
carry her.  It had been a long day.  Her stomach was full and now she
wanted to sleep.

   He stopped at a plant and picked several leaves from it.  He popped
three into his mouth and chewed, handing her three more.  She held them,
but didn't eat them.  He chewed as he walked and then spat out the chewed
leaves.  She looked at them and then at him, a question in her eyes.  He
leaned his face close to hers and breathed into her face.  His breath
smelled clean and sweet.  He nodded at the leaves.  She put them in her
mouth and chewed.  By the time they got to the tree with the platform in it
she spat the leaves out.  They made her mouth feel clean and fresh.

   Tarzan just slung her over a shoulder and scampered up the tree, like
she was no more than a sack of grain.  She grunted as he moved, but it
wasn't so bad.  Then he laid her down in the soft grass and she closed her
eyes.

   Jane woke up.  It was dark.  It was quiet.  No, not quiet.  She could
hear the falls off in one direction.  But otherwise it was very still.  She
felt Tarzan's body next to hers and realized her back was to his front and
a lot of her naked body was touching a lot of his naked body.  For some
reason she concentrated on her buttocks, and felt his penis pressed against
her.  Her face felt warm and she realized she was blushing.

   If only her friends could see her now.  Naked, cuddled up to the fierce
and legendary Tarzan of the Apes.  She concentrated on that thick penis
pressing against her and felt the surge of heat in her loins again.  She
realized she was getting damp ...  down there.  She squirmed, trying to
back up against his warmth.

   Her friends would never believe this.  She drifted back to sleep.

   Tarzan came awake, instantly alert.  Jane was moving around.  His nose
twitched.  There was an odor - a new odor - an odor that was strangely
exciting to him.  He sniffed and turned his head, sniffing again, trying to
locate the source of this new and interesting odor.  He heard Jane's
breathing return to sleep rhythm and carefully moved away from her.

   He got to his knees and turned his head this way, then that.  He
realized the odor was coming from Jane!  Now he lowered his head, sniffing,
quickly locating the place the smell was coming from.  It was her sex
organ. There, between her legs, an enticing, delicious smell.  He put his
nose closer, sniffing the wonderful new smell.

   Jane rolled on her back, her legs spreading slightly in her sleep.  Now
Tarzan could put his nose almost directly into the source of the odor.  He
felt the urge to lick her sex organ, to taste her.  His tongue came out and
probed.

   She tasted good!  Maybe she was in heat?!  Maybe this was what a human
woman smelled like when she was in heat and wanted to be bred.  He'd seen
his brother the Gorilla have sex lots of times.  The bull sat and the
female climbed onto his lap, facing him.  He wasn't clear on what happened
then.  He'd tried to see but the bull snarled at him when he got too close.
He thought the bull's penis went into the female's sex organ.  At least
that's what it looked like.  But after that things went so quickly that it
was over before he could tell what else they did.

   He began to lick Jane's pussy.

   Jane was having a wonderful dream.  She was lying in the sun, and it was
beating down on her, making her warm all over.  She was naked in the dream,
but that wasn't unusual.  She was naked a lot in her dreams.  The sun was
making her extra hot between her legs.  She wanted to spread them, to let
the sun play on her hidden parts, to make them warm too.  She spread her
legs wide in her dream.

   Tarzan wanted to keep licking Jane forever.  She tasted better than
anything he'd ever tasted.  Her legs spread apart for him and he put his
whole face into her sex organ, rubbing it around, getting the sweet
smelling juice all over his face.  His tongue found a place where he could
stick it into her and he did that, excited that this caused more of the
delicious juice to come out of her.  He felt his own sex organ begin to
stiffen.  It got stiff in the mornings, but this time it felt different. 
In the mornings he'd go to the elimination place and do that and his sex
organ went soft again immediately.

   But now he didn't need to eliminate, and his sex organ was very, very
hard.  He wondered if he should put his sex organ in the hole he had found
between Jane's legs.  He didn't think it would fit.  Her hole was very
small and tight and his sex organ was very much larger than that.  He
contented himself with licking Jane's pussy.  There was a pair of lips
there, like the lips on her face, but softer.  And he found at the top of
those lips a bump that was fun to tease with his tongue.  When he teased it
Jane made funny noises and her hips moved.

   Jane woke up from her dream, only to find that it was no dream.  Her
vagina was on fire!  She was confused.  It was dark.  Well, she could see,
but only by starlight.  Then she realized Tarzan was between her legs.  His
mouth was on her pussy and he was licking her!

   She felt dizzy.  Part of her wanted to shout and strike out at his
perversion.

   But it felt so wonderful!  She'd heard about this kind of thing before,
but she'd never believed anyone would actually do it.  But there he was,
and he sounded like he was having just as much fun as she was.  His mouth
was sloshing through her pussy, making "Mmmmmmm" sounds.

   His tongue settled on one special spot and her hips jerked, out of her
conscious control.  "Ohhhhhhh" she moaned.  That felt SOOOOO good.  There
was pressure building inside her body.  It was almost like he was blowing
something into her body down there, that was causing her nerves to swell.
She felt her insides crawling, trying to burst out of her skin.

   She began gasping for air.  If he kept this up she was going to burst
apart.  Her hands went to his hair, pulling her to him, then pushing him
away.  She couldn't decide what to do.  She wanted this to go on forever,
but she knew if it did she'd explode.  The word "Orgasm" flitted through
her mind.  Was this what they were talking about?  Was this an orgasm?  If
an orgasm was any more intensive than this it would just kill her.

   She had to make him stop, just for a minute.  Just long enough to get
some air in her lungs.  She pulled on his head and groaned "Oh Tarzan".

   He felt her come awake.  He felt her hands in his hair, pulling him
harder into her sex.  She wanted this.

   Yes, she was in heat.

   That meant he had to try to put his sex organ in that tiny little hole.
He didn't know what would happen after that, but he knew he'd have to be
careful.  He didn't want to hurt her.  He'd seen what the females did to
the males that hurt them.  It was ugly.  She called his name and pulled on
his head.  It must be time.

   Tarzan's head came out from between her legs and Jane sighed.  She
pulled his face up to hers, wanting to kiss him for making her feel so
good. She realized her juices would be on his lips, but suddenly didn't
care.  She knew instinctively he wouldn't know how to kiss ...  what a kiss
was.

   At the exact instant her lips touched his, she felt that mammoth penis
of his nudge into her vaginal opening.

   Tarzan did know how to kiss.  He'd seen the villagers do that a lot.  He
didn't know why, but they seemed to enjoy it a lot.  The gorillas rubbed
their faces together during sex, so that must be what it was for.  When
Jane kissed him he felt his sex organ poke into hers.  It was time.

   Jane tried to pull in a breath to say "No".  He'd kill her with that
thing!  And she was a virgin.  She couldn't lose her virginity this way!

   But his lips closed over hers and she couldn't breathe.  His animal
magnetism overwhelmed her.  His sweet breath and the taste of her own
excitement combined to make her kiss him back.  Her hands went to his back,
her nails digging in.  His penis began to push it's way into her.  She felt
an ache as her pussy mouth was stretched.  Then sharp pain, like the sting
of many bees in one place, as his invading penis destroyed her hymen.

   Jane's mouth was sucking the life out of Tarzan.  He'd never felt like
this before.  This was even better than the feeling after winning a battle.
And as his sex organ began penetrating hers he felt wet heat surrounding
him.  Her hands went to his back.  She bared her claws, warning him,
digging them in, telling him to go slowly.  He stopped when he felt them,
and felt her begin to relax, to stretch.  He might fit after all.

   He'd just have to go slowly.

   Jane was paralyzed.  She had just lost her virginity in a way thoroughly
unplanned.  It had hurt!  But already the pain was fading to a dim whisper
in her head ...  still there, but not important any more.  There were other
things she was feeling now.  Good things.  Exciting things.  Her head kept
telling her to scream and beat him away from her.

   But her body loved everything that was happening to her.

   Now his invading member hurt only a tiny bit.  The first quarter of it
was already inside her, and she wasn't dying after all.  Her hips wanted to
thrust up, to make her pussy climb up onto that rigid spear.  She wanted
MORE in her, not less.  She knew that what had been her hymen was probably
bleeding.  Still, her hips wanted to arch, to open.  His kiss was sweet and
tender.  He could have rammed himself into her with no regard to her, but
he didn't.

   She felt her heart burst with joy and she let her hips do what they
wanted to.

   Tarzan felt a tightness in his scrotum, an urge to bury his member
inside Jane's soft hot sex.  But her nails were still digging into his back
and he knew he had to control his urge.  He pushed a little more, felt
resistance as her tight small opening tried to keep him out.  Then he
pulled back to let her body relax.  As he went back in her hips thrust up
and suddenly half his penis was sheathed in her buttery depths.  She cried
out - a cry of pain - and her claws dug in deeper.  He tried to back out,
to let her rest, but her hips kept thrusting, again and again, hunching her
sex up onto his.

   She wanted more.

   He gave it to her.  He leaned into her and pushed, steadily, slowly,
until he was buried in her.

   Jane was dizzy with pain and lust and the urge to scream in joy.  It had
hurt to be stretched so much, but that pain too was fading away.  Part of
her mind was stunned that losing her cherished virginity had been nothing
like she was afraid it would be.  And then she felt her innards move aside
as his bull penis penetrated her completely.  She couldn't control her hips
and she distinctly felt like she was slowly being skewered by something hot
and hard and soft all at the same time.

   This was beyond wonderful.  There were no words for this.  The pressure
built as his penetration went deeper.  Now she knew it was this that would
finish her.  She felt the need to be stuffed with thick hard penis.  It was
pushing her toward a cliff and she was looking forward to falling over it.
Every iota of awareness in her body was centered in her pussy as the
invader filled her to bursting.

   Tarzan couldn't believe how good this felt.  When he was all the way
inside Jane he stopped.  He felt something travel through his penis, making
the pain inside it ease.  He felt whatever it was ooze out of the tip of
his organ.  Now, suddenly he wanted to move.  He started to pull out of
her, because that felt good.  But he didn't want to come all the way out,
so when he was almost out he pushed back in.

   That felt even better.

   He began to stroke in and then out ...  in and then out ...  in and then
out ....

   Tarzan was moving in her.  The word "fucking" came to her mind.  Yes,
Tarzan was fucking her.  Her virginity was gone, and now she was glad.  Had
she known how wonderful this would feel she'd have arranged for her
virginity to be gone long ago.

   As he moved in her she could feel the bumps and ridges on his penis
massaging her vaginal walls.  The pressure was still building.

   She didn't know how much more of this she could stand.  It felt TOO
good. Her hips began to thrust up at his as his came down, in rhythm with
his strokes.  She felt the tip of his penis run into the back of her
sheath, where the opening of her womb was.

   Fucking.

   She liked fucking.

   Now Tarzan was worried.  There was something going on in his testacles.
There was pressure building there, a feeling that something was going to
happen.  But he didn't know what.  It made him want to move in and out of
her faster.  Now her hands were stroking his back, so he speeded up, going
in deeper and harder.

   She began making moaning sounds, but these weren't pain sounds.  He
heard himself grunt as he slammed into her harder and harder.

   Jane knew the mechanics of intercourse.  She knew by his movements that
Tarzan was getting close to ejaculating ...  in her.  She knew that this
was cause for concern, that it could impregnate her.  She was shocked to
find that she not only didn't care, but that she couldn't wait to feel his
semen enter her body.

   He was pounding her now, and the pressure was almost to the point where
she knew something would happen.  She might die, but Oh, what a way to go.
Her hands stroked his back, urging him on, willing him to shoot his
legendary sperm into her nubile body.

   Tarzan had a flitting thought that this sex business was dangerous.  He
wasn't paying any attention at all to the sounds of the jungle.  But that
thought fled as quickly as it came.  Something was happening in his balls.
A sweet pain had built to the point that something was going to break
inside him.  Instinct caused him to plunge his rampant sex deep into Jane
and then freeze.  He felt his scrotum pulse and a wave of relief surged
through his penis.  It felt even better than elimination!  His penis pulsed
and pulsed again, the relieving fluid spurting out the tip and into Jane.
He couldn't believe how good it felt, and he wished it would never end.

   He was there.  There was a growl, low and feral in his throat and he
jammed his long, thick rod into her one last time.  Jane felt his penis
swell even larger and then it jumped.

   Wet heat poured out of it and into her.  She could feel every jet
entering her.  She fell over her own cliff, spinning into the void,
laughing in her own mind.

   So THIS was an orgasm.

   She knew instantly that she would attempt to have many MANY more of
them.

   Perhaps it was because Tarzan had never ejaculated before.  Perhaps it
was just nature.  Perhaps Tarzan's body just manufactured more semen than
the average man.  Whatever the reason, his seed poured into Jane in such
quantities that her pussy filled, and then the life-giving fluid was forced
through her cervix and into her womb, which also filled.  There was still
more to absorb, but there was nowhere for it to go.  So, under pressure, it
traveled back down the length of his penis and spurted out, coating his
balls with his thick white essence.

   When their thrashing eased, and the two of them cuddled in warmth, it
was clear to Jane that if Tarzan continued to make love to her she would
soon be pregnant.

   If she wasn't already.

   She thought about that as she drifted back to sleep, Tarzan's penis
still lodged in her body.

   Suddenly she wasn't so anxious to get back to civilization.




   
