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Jungle Virgins - How Jane Met Tarzan
by Beating Off Bob (beatingoffbob@yahoo.com)

***

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? (MF, reluc, 1st, oral)

***

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.

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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