Message-ID: <3578eli$9709011202@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/Year97/3578.txt> From: MelLin6695@aol.com Subject: New TG from Waldo - Jane - Chapter 5a of 9b Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <970830115950_1851798262@emout15.mail.aol.com> Jane by Waldo Chapter 5a of 9b Tarzan is a copyrighted character and this story is not intended to infringe on those rights. While my Tarzan has a similar storyline, its purpose is to entertain without claiming credit for the orignal Tarzan. All rights reserved by Author. Not to be read by minors or sold without explicit written permission of the author Chapter 5 - The Waterfall Nasroi relutanly guided her back to the string that defined the path back to the surface, then he returned to guard the hurt `Tarzan' while the new `Tarzan' rapidly proceeded back up the mine shafts toward the surface opening. It was a steep upward path but she was amazed at how easily her new body covered the distance with minimal exertion. Her longer legs could step further and didn't tire as easily. Approaching the mine entrance, she could hear the outlaw guards posted at the entrance as they loudly talked. She slowed down and crept forward until she saw them sitting in the entrance. There were four of them sitting in a circle as they played a dice game, using some of the stolen gold as their bets. Their weapons were stacked against the wall, far enough away so that she could consider them unarmed. The new `Tarzan' tiptoed forward until she was between them and their weapons, glad that their attention was focused on their gambling. Stepping forward quickly toward the unaware men, she swung a closed fist at the nearest man's forehead, feeling a soft thud as her harder fist connected with his hard head. The man's head jerked from the force of the impact then he collapsed to the ground The man immediately to the struck man's right side, looked up from his dice, his mouth gapping open with amazement from the unexpected attack, which Jane used to her advantage. Still using the surprise and momentum of her sudden attack, she swung her other fist like a hammer at this man's nose, hearing him scream loudly as her rock hard fist connected with the soft flesh of his face. As the second man's head bounced back from the impact, one of the men sitting across from the two downed men managed to get to his feet and leaped at the person that the outlaw guards recognized as Tarzan. She felt the man's heavy weight coming at her and threw her arm up, using the strong arm to deflect the mans forward motion so that the man missed her and fell on the first unconscious man that Jane had attacked. Stepping back, Jane summed up the current situation - one unconscious, one hurt, one temporary on the ground and one man scrambling across the mine floor to their stacked weapons. Acting instinctively, Jane dived at the running fourth man, knocking him down as her heavier male body's forward jump knocked him from his feet. Rolling on the ground with him, she quickly rolled over so that she was pinning him, then jabbed him with a hard uppercut to his jaw. She connected and hurt the man but he managed to get his hands around her neck and he was choking her. Locking her hands together, she swung her locked hands and broke his hold on her neck. She used that moment of respite to grab his head and pound his head against the hard floor, hearing him groan as his body stiffened then relaxed. Then the third man's foot connected with her ribs hard enough to hurt and to knock the wind from her. Rolling with the kick, she rolled over and leaped to her feet as she charged the man like a bull moose. Her head bowed as she rammed her broad shoulder into his midsection, picking him up as her forward momentum and her Tarzan body's greater strength carried them both to the wall. The force of them hitting the wall, knocked this man out also. Dropping him, she spun around quickly waiting for the next blow only to discover that she was the only one standing. Three of them were unconscious and the fourth man was holding his broken jaw as he cringed on the floor. Staring at the four vanquished foes, Jane felt an unusual emotion. She wanted to pull her shoulders back, puff out her chest and raise her head to the sky and give a victory cry. She felt a strong primitive urge to celebrate her victory over the defeated enemy - to beat on her chest and loudly proclaim her triumph. Resisting the strong masculine boasting urge, she glanced around the cave, seeing a pile of clothes which she recognized as her Amazon Warrior women clothes, Nasroi's robes, and Tarzan's loincloth. She took two steps toward the clothes pile, then stopped to examine her male body. The unusual, very strange feeling, emitting from the center of her new body gave her another reminder that she wasn't in her real female body. There was a rock hard erection sticking up and bouncing around between her male legs. She stared down at the engorged staff, feeling an unusual physical sensation that she quickly determined was the normal male's equivalent of being very horny. Gritting her teeth, she tried to ignore the warm bobbling sensation, knowing that males typically experienced several erections a day. She recognized that the erection had probably been caused by the physical sensation of the fight, and not caused by any of her opponents arousing her sexually. She continued across the room, selected Tarzan's loincloth from the clothes pile and tied it around her waist, ignoring the throbbing cockhead, thrilled with the weird feeling but at the same time frustrated because there wasn't any time to stop and explore that unusual sensation to its obvious ending. She adjusted the small loincloth around her waist, feeling the weight of the heavy knife on her side. Putting her hand on the knife, she re-examined her conquered enemies, recognizing that the real Tarzan probably wouldn't leave them alive so that they could ever bother him again. She felt a strong desire to use the knife to slit their throats and take their lives - to ensure that they would never bother her or the village again. She felt the smooth, solid handle as it fit the natural curl of Tarzan's hand. Slowly the knife slid out of it's sheath until the bright shiny blade was completely exposed. She stared at the one man that was still conscious, who had crawled to a far corner of the cave and was cringing in fear. She stepped toward him, not sure what she was going to do, feeling very primitive emotions drive her body instead of common sense. The heavy knife was held in front of her in a stabbing position. She stared into the man's eyes, seeing the white of his eyes, recognizing that he knew that he was very close to dying. She felt the tension in her muscular arm as her muscles tensed, knowing that it would only take a easy slice of the sharp knife's blade to slit his throat. She stopped in mid-step and quickly examined the rest of the cave, seeing some old rope in a corner. Two minutes later, all four of the men had been securely tied and she was satisfied with this solution. She'd never taken a man's life before but she knew that she could do it just as she'd learned how to kill her own food with a spear instead of letting some farmer butcher it on her father's farm. Returning to the clothes pile, she picked up her spear but it didn't feel right. It felt too light and fragile in her new larger hands. She dropped it and selected a heavier, longer spear from the guard's stacked weapon pile. Stepping out into the bright sunlight, she started running, immediately noticing the difference that Tarzan's longer and stronger legs made when running. After a couple of hundred feet, she fell into a natural rhythm and stride that felt as if she could run at that fast speed all day, recognizing that it was much faster than her normal sprint. The long legs propelled her larger body quickly across the fields until she topped the small rise overlooking the village. Even from the nearby hilltop, she could tell that the village was deserted. She stayed close to the tree line maintaining her cover as she approached the dead-looking village. Slowing to a fast walk as she entered the village, she was appalled at the obvious signs of hurried desertion by the villagers and subsequent looting by the outlaws. The beautiful little friendly village that she loved so much, now seemed so cold and desolate. She discovered a couple of recently dead bodies, recognizing that the decision to desert the village had been forced on them. Stopping to examine the dead body of one Amazon Warrior that she had hunted with many times before, she recognized that the enemy wasn't too far away because the dead woman's body was still slightly warm. Jane continued toward the center of the town, feeling a strong anger from the death of her friends and obvious pillage of the village. If she had felt this way back in the cavern, none of those guards would be alive now. Her sharper hearing detected the slight sounds of approaching feet. She turned to face the direction of the unseen visitors, feeling her strong muscles react to the anticipation of the potential fight. Holding the spear ready to attack the unseen enemy, she stared at the hut where her keen hearing told her that the approaching feet would emerge into the town center. A dirty and sweaty Laywan came charging into the town center, closely followed by two equally grubby Amazon Warriors. Laywan's grim face changed to a smile when she saw the person that she assumed to be Tarzan standing next to the main village fire-pit. "Have you seen Jane?" asked the heavy breathing woman as she approached the person that she thought was Tarzan. There was a big gash in the side of Laywan's head that was coated with dried blood, showing that the Warrior had recently participated in a battle. The simple question reminded Jane that only Nasroi and herself knew the truth of her real identity. For a moment, Jane considered telling her good friend about the body exchange, then decided against it. There wasn't time and Laywan was used to giving her little friend orders. Laywan wouldn't let Jane - even a Jane in Tarzan's body - to go against Bart. The only way that this proud Amazon Warrior Chief would let Jane have first shot at Bart, was if the Amazon thought that she was really Tarzan. Relaxing from her fighting position, Jane replied gruffly, still not used to hearing Tarzan's baritone voice when she spoke "Jane's all right. She's back in the mines. She was roughed up some, but Nasroi's guarding her." Laywan pointed with her spear at her village, allowing a tear to trickle down her dust-covered cheek "They demanded gold, which we willingly gave them, but they thought that we were holding out. So they charged the village with their guns. There was only nine of them, but they had all of the guns and we could only throw our spears at them. I ordered the village to evacuate and stayed with my guards. During the brief fighting, we killed two of them, but lost seven Warriors and had twelve wounded. A bullet bounced off my head and I was carried away as my guards retreated. When I woke up, I made sure that everyone was safe, then returned here to continue the battle. Tarzan, will you lead us?" ****** Brad's group had an hour's head start, but they were slowed down by the gold-laden heavy carts that the weary horses were having to pull uphill. In less than two hours, the small group of Amazon Warriors that were led by the person that the three Amazon women recognized as Tarzan had caught up to them. Staying in the tree line to stay out of sight, the pursuers closely followed the unsuspecting outlaws as they developed an ambush plan. The new Tarzan and Laywan decided it was too dangerous for the four of them to attack the much larger group of armed renegades in the bright daylight so they decided to follow Brad's group until the protective dark nighttime cover. About an hour before sundown, one of the men left the outlaw's group and turned back down the path, back toward the village. Tarzan's sharp eyes were able to pick out enough distinguishing features to recognize the lone departing outlaw as her former friend - Sir Walter. Laywan picked up her spear and was getting ready to follow the old man far away from the outlaws so that she could kill him without alerting the other outlaws when a negative shake from Tarzan's head stopped her with a quick command "Stay with me. I'll need everyone when we attack the main group." Laywan looked fleetingly at the departing old man and turned away from chasing the old man, obeying the great warrior that was leading her small group of warriors - Tarzan. ****** The battle was brief. The outlaws had superior weaponry - guns against the natives spears - and twice as many people, but the outlaws relaxed their security as they laughed and joked about what they were going to do with their gold when they got back to the outside world. They were going through an area covered with small bushes when four spears were thrown at close range, immediately killing four of the outlaws. Within one second, a semi-naked white man charged two of the surprised outlaws as they reached for their guns stored on the wagon. Before they could grab their weapons and point their rifles at anything, one of the outlaw's throat had been cut and the other outlaw was thrown off the wagon, his neck broken by the strong and fast-moving semi-naked white man. Moving like a demon in her borrowed body, Jane turned around, seeking another target, especially looking for Brad, but she saw Laywan struggling with the outlaw that Laywan been tasked to take out with a knife. Jumping from the wagon, Jane bounced the three steps to Laywan and used her large bare hands to break the outlaw's neck. At the same moment, there was a loud boom from a gun. Turning around, she saw one of the Amazon Warriors falling to the ground, blood gushing from a shoulder wound. Two more quick jumps and Jane tackled the outlaw shooter before he could reload, rolling with him on the ground twice. By the second roll on the ground, Tarzan's knife had killed the outlaw. Pushing the dead man aside, Jane leaped to her feet and spun around looking for any other outlaw to battle, but there were none left. In addition to the one killed by her thrown spear, the two on the wagon, the one that was fighting Laywan and the rifleman, the three Amazon Warriors killed three with their spears and three more in the close fighting. Laywan had already killed one before she was helped by Jane. Quickly the two standing Amazon Warriors examined the dead to ensure that all their foes had been vanquished, before helping their wounded comrade. A fast moving Jane searched for Brad, quickly discovering that the hated outlaw wasn't with the wagon. Jane ran back up the slight rise that the outlaws had just crossed before the attack. Standing on the top of it, Jane could barely see a distant man on horseback as the man galloped back down toward the relative safety of the valley. As Jane angrily stared at the distant horseman, Laywan came running across the hilltop, carrying her blood-covered spear and equally-red spear that Laywan knew belonged to Tarzan. "Mowlizn will be all right. Is that Brad?" "Yeah, when we sneaked in front of them and hid, he must've been suspicious and hung back. When we attacked, he escaped." Laywan handed the spear to the white man standing beside her as the ebony chief declared "There's no way that he can escape, but he can hide out for a long time and harass us. I won't sleep until he's dead." ****** The sun had been down for about three hours when Jane decided to stop and rest for the night. It was too dark to follow Brad's trail and Laywan was exhausted from the day-long series of battles, the subsequent pursuits and her injuries. Although Laywan objected to her tribe's war chief's decision to stop and rest, the native chief quickly fell asleep as soon as they stopped. While Laywan slept, Jane formulated a plan. She would continue to pretend to be Tarzan until they found Brad, then she would kill the outlaw. Then she would return to the mine where she would swap bodies with the real Tarzan again and no one would ever know about her short life as a man. Satisfied with her plans, she tried to relax but she was still feeling so strong that she didn't feel like resting. Jane knew that if Laywan hadn't been so exhausted that she would've kept going all night or until she caught up with the hated outlaw. Recognizing that she needed to rest so that she was at maximum strength when she did catch up to Brad, she tried to relax by listening to the familiar and enjoyable sounds of the night jungle. A little moonlight was lightening up their campsite which helped her keen eyes peer through the darkness. As she relaxed, she discovered that she was staring at her sleeping Amazon Warrior friend, watching the slight heaving of her large, firm breasts under her leather halter. For some unknown reason, staring at a woman's breasts through a man's eyes was a little different than looking at the same breasts through her normal female eyes. She had seen Laywan's naked breasts so often that she felt comfortable with the sight and no longer stared at her large areola or thick nipples. But tonight it was different. The sleeping Amazon was lying on her back and her breasts were properly hidden by her leather armored halter. Leather armor very similar to the smaller armor that Jane had herself worn almost constantly since her arrival and acceptance by the Amazon warriors. But something about the deep shadows and slightly heaving cleavage of her sleeping friend appeared so exotic in the dim moonlight. Jane stared at her friend's slightly moving and hidden breasts as she tried to determine what intrigued men so much about large mammaries. Shutting her eyes, Jane thought about her own breasts, which she considered to be the perfect breasts - not too big and not too small. Since coming to Africa, Jane had seen every possible combination of naked female breasts and had decided that small, firm, teardrop shaped breasts - like hers - were the perfect breasts for breast connoisseurs. But even that small size, for all practical purposes, her breasts were too large to be comfortable for someone with an active, outdoor type of lifestyle. She'd always been an active woman and knew that the ideal shape for an active women was a breast no bigger than a scrambled egg. True it was a shape that didn't attract men's attentions but that size stayed firmer longer because it didn't bounce as much and would take longer to sag out of shape. And it was easier to add a little padding to that size so that a dress filled out correctly. She remembered when she was a teenager and began filling out. At first it was a thrill and even the accompanying side-effects of messy panties once a month excited her. Then her parents noticed the slight body change and began attempting to mold her into a young lady while she wanted to remain a tomboy. Her parents wanted dresses and ruffles - she wanted trousers and a cotton shirt. Then the boy's quit picking on her as they also noticed her filling out body. They began flirting with her and trying to seduce her while she wanted to remain friends. She had to quit swimming naked because too many of the farm hands were watching the stretch of the river where she used to sneak away to go swimming. And her former male friends began staring at her boobs, sometimes being very obvious as they glanced down while they were talking to her. She considered learning ventriloquism so that whenever someone was staring down her cleavage, she could throw her voice and ask them "what are you staring at?". That childhood practical joke desire caused a smile to form on her new face and for her daydream to fade away as she glanced again at Laywan's breasts. The native woman had large dark breasts - the type of breasts that would provide plentiful milk to her future babies. Breasts that had to be supported by the halters to prevent premature sagging as the very active woman led her warriors on hunting trips. Breasts that were so obviously female that it softened the muscular hardness of her very tall and solid-built body. Breasts that were soft and that could muffle a face as the face explored the tantalizing cleavage. Breasts with nipples that quickly became hard and pouty. Jane was pulled back from this daydream about Laywan's breasts when she felt the mild erection throbbing slightly under the loincloth - an slightly bobbing, engorged feeling which could only be a hard-on and which was beginning to feel very familiar to her since she'd taken over this male body. Since transferring into Tarzan's body about fourteen hours earlier, she had experienced five different erections. Once in the cave after the first battle which had been the first one, then a mild one as she slowly ran through the trees close behind Laywan's bounding ass as they followed the outlaws up the hillside, then another mild one as she laid in the bushes close to Laywan smelling the warm heat from Laywan's musky body, then there was a major one after the big battle when the thrill of victory was felt. And this one - a rapidly hardening shaft that was propping up Tarzan's flimsy loincloth as Jane sat so close to the sleeping Nubian woman. Lying still and enjoying this wonderful new male sensation, Jane could feel the blood pounding in the rapidly growing cockhead between her new male legs as the throbbing cockhead continued to harden. With its hardening, Jane began feeling something that she recognized as an itch as the manhood between her legs silently pleaded for relief. She felt her right hand slip under the loincloth and felt the hot warmth of the cock as her large male hand wrapped around the hard shaft that was sticking straight out from her new body. A hard shaft that felt as solid and thick as the spear shaft that she'd been carrying all day. A hard shaft that was now almost twice as long as Tarzan's hand - growing to almost twice its flaccid size. A hard shaft that had a bulging mushroom type of cockhead that was tingling as Jane rubbed it against the soft loincloth. Feeling it quiver and throb with desire, she now recognized what Tarzan had meant one time when he declared "that his little head too often thought for his big head." Jane bit her lip as she slid her dry hand up the hard shaft, feeling the engorged veins as she imagined what it would be like to coat her hand with spit and pump the hard shaft. She stared at the sleeping woman laying so close to her and shut her eyes as she imagined it was Laywan's dark-haired pussy wrapped around the erection. For a moment, Jane lost control as the male hand began moving up and down in that familiar motion that so many men learned during their transition from boy to man. Jane could almost feel the imaginary pubic hair as her daydream became more real feeling. With a gasp, Jane jerked her eyes open and let go of the throbbing manhood between her legs. In the dim moonlight, the very obvious erection looked so huge. Staring at Laywan's body, Jane felt very tempted to see what it was like to make love as a man - to take this opportunity to let Tarzan's body run rampant with Laywan's very sexy body. Jane knew that it would be so easy because it was something that she knew that Laywan wanted also and if Jane, as Tarzan, made the first move, then the Nubian princess would allow it to happen. Jane felt herself rationalizing that "this would probably be her only opportunity to see what it was like, to ram a hot cock into a woman's wet pussy." She felt the hardening shaft between her very masculine legs throbbing as it stood straight up from her new male body - the way that she had seen it so many times from her real female body's perspective. Jane felt her arm move slightly of its own violation and felt her large male hand gently touch Laywan's soft belly, causing Jane to shudder slightly from that simple but sensuous touch. Jane let her male hand slowly drift up Laywan's soft belly and felt the dark-skinned warrior woman's breathing change slightly. Through Tarzan's eyes, Jane watched her fingers reach up and slide under the loose halter at the top. For a moment, Laywan's breathing changed but the exhausted woman's lips quickly returned to her light snore. Jane let the fingers move slowly across Laywan's soft flesh, until the fingers barely touch Laywan's nipples and heard a slight gasp escape Laywan's still sleeping lips. The pounding in the cockhead by now had spread so that Tarzan's entire body felt like it was pounding. Jane felt Tarzan's body moving as it shifted position so that the large male body was lying beside the woman who was almost the same height as Tarzan's body. Jane felt a light sweat cover Tarzan's body as she recognized that she wasn't in control of any of her actions anymore. But she didn't care. The fingertips were gently squeezing one nipple now and Laywan's sleeping lips had lightly parted and her tongue was flickering slightly through the open lips like a snake inviting Tarzan's tongue into her mouth. Tarzan's head moved slowly towards Laywan's slightly glistening lips, drawn as if by a magnet. When the male lips covered the sleeping woman's lips, Laywan responded with a light groan as she awakened like a sleeping beauty being awoke by her Prince Charming and her warm lips responded with a strong passion. At the same time, Laywan spread her legs and rolled so that she rolled Tarzan over on his back as she rolled on top of him. Laywan's strong fingers dug into Tarzan's hair as her covered pubic mound pressed firmly against Tarzan's engourged manhood, his fingers formed the curved shape as he cupped her down- hanging breasts. For thirty seconds, their bodies strained against each other as their lips revealed their deep sexual desires to each other. Then Laywan began struggling and pulled away as she gasped "I can't do it. Jane's a friend of mine." Laywan rolled off of Tarzan's body as Jane lightly tried to hold her friend, but Laywan pushed herself away from the white man until there was at least four feet separating them. Laywan's dark breasts were heaving and a bright fire glowed in her eyes as she quickly continued "I want you. You know I want you, but I can't do it. You're Jane's man and I won't do anything to ruin her relationship. Do you understand?" The pounding in Tarzan's head was residing and although Tarzan's body didn't agree with the request, the female personality buried within the too-male body did understand. The frustrated new man rolled over and tried to go to sleep, feeling the hard erection between the legs slowly fade and become flaccid as Jane promised herself that her own female body would probably be a better way to relive her frustration and lose her `male' virginity. ****** -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/> .../assm/faq.html> /