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Jane	by Waldo

Chapter 3b 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



******

The wild boar knew that Jane was hunting it and managed to stay 
just out of her limited spear-toss range. As Jane sneaked closer to 
the wild pig, it would watch her as it rooted among the wild scrubs, 
then take off running for a hundred or two hundred feet before it 
would stop and graze again, keeping a close eye on the young 
woman that hunted it with just a spear. She was feeling frustrated 
because she'd been tracking this particular boar for over two hours 
and wasn't any closer to it now than when she started tracking the 
dangerous animal.

A small branch landed at her feet as she contemplated charging the 
wild boar, trying to get within spear range before it could bolt and 
run away. Another small branch landed very close to her, causing 
her to stop and look up into the giant trees that surrounded her. 
Standing on a tree branch about ninety feet above her above her 
was Tarzan. 

Satisfied that he had her attention, he winked at her then dived off 
his high branch toward a hanging vine. His falling weight broke the 
vine loose so that the vine began swinging away from the tree. Like 
an circus acrobat, he let go of that vine as he fell toward another 
vine, grabbing that vine and swinging in a long arc before releasing 
the vine to fall toward a third vine. This last vine's arc put Tarzan 
ten feet above the unsuspecting wild boar. Dropping from the vine 
onto the boar's back, Tarzan's knife flashed as he sunk his blade 
into the pig.

The pig jerked and snorted as it fell over dead. Standing above the 
dying pig, Tarzan raised his head to the sky and arched his chest 
as if he was getting ready to release a battle cry. He paused for a 
moment before turning to face Jane, a wild look in his eyes as if he 
had just vanquished a foe. Then that look disappeared as he called 
out to the young female hunter "You make so much noise that I'm 
surprised that you got as close as you did. Come help me prepare a 
litter to drag this food back to the village."

She stepped forward until she was less than ten feet from Tarzan as 
he cleaned the blood from his knife on the dead pig. "How did you 
learn to swing through the jungle like that?"

"When I was a small boy, I fell out of a tree one day and realized 
that the fall hurt. I watched the monkeys swing through the trees 
so I climbed back up and fell again, only this time catching a vine 
as I fell. From that simple practice, it became easy."

"How long have you been following me?" she asked, her face trying 
to hide a smile as she noticed a small indication behind his loin 
cloth that could only be caused by a mild erection.

"Follow you! No, Tarzan has better things to do. I was hunting and 
just happen to come across your trail." He replied as he used his 
knife to hack some small vines to use to build the litter.

"In this big jungle, you just happen to swim underneath me and 
later to be in the tree above me? Does hunting give you an 
erection?"

He looked down at his loin cloth which was revealing his arousal. 
He responded with "I'll be honest with you. I don't hunt because of 
enjoyment. I hunt because I'm hungry. As for my obvious erection, 
both of us know that you're the reason for my erection. The jungle 
is full of tall dark-skinned women with nice bodies but your relative 
white and small very proportional pixyish body stands out from the 
other women. I was already down at the river when you came down 
the trail. Like a pervert, I hid in the bushes and watched you 
undress. Your totally naked body was much nicer than I thought it 
would be. At first, I was only curious about your body, but I felt my 
erection start growing when I clearly saw your breasts. You have 
very nice nipples. Most jungle women have dark nipples, but your 
nipples are so pink and puffy that they look virginal. I slipped into 
the water behind you, grabbing a reed so that I could get some 
breaths underwater without you seeing me. I followed you, 
swimming under you and looking at you as you swam. That's why 
I'm horny."

"Your honesty won't get you anywhere with me. You had your 
chance with Laywan last night. You should've gotten some from 
her while you could."

"I'm very particular about who I climb in bed with. I like Laywan 
but I won't get into bed with just anyone simply because they want 
me. I had a friend one time who told me that she liked to save 
herself for that special someone and that's also how I feel about 
sex. It has to be with someone that I like and respect. I knew she 
wanted me last night but I didn't feel the same way about her and 
tried to politely turn her down. I've decided that you're the woman 
that I want to sleep with."

A slightly bemused Jane responded "Good, because I feel the same 
way. So you'll understand when I tell you to stay away from me." 

Before he could answer her dismissal, Jane pointed at the dead pig 
as she softly suggested "You killed it, you carry it back. I'm going 
to go find Laywan and hunt with her."

******

Jane and Laywan were pulling the litter full of freshly-killed deer 
meat into the village when an Amazon Warrior Woman came 
running to meet them. The Warrior looked at Jane, then spoke in 
the native dialect to Laywan as if there was something that should 
be kept private from the young white woman. Laywan listened to 
the woman then said in English "Our of our new captives has 
disappeared - the man called Brad. We've added additional guards 
at the rope bridge. He won't escape."

"What will you do when you find him?"

"We'll listen to him at a tribal hearing, then we'll kill him. It's his 
second mistake and clearly shows that he has no regard for our 
customs."

******

There was plenty of fresh meat that night. The chiefs sat together, 
with the honored guest, Tarzan, sitting beside Laywan; while Jane 
sat with the other Amazon Warrior Women. 

All day long, Jane had thought about Tarzan and about what he 
had told her. She had thought about his nice body and had caught 
herself daydreaming a couple of times about making love with him. 
The more that she thought about him, the more that she regretted 
her hasty decision earlier. After all, this was the jungle and things 
were done differently than in good old England. Here it was 
acceptable to sleep with someone because you like them. And she 
did like him. And his words and erection proved that he liked her 
also.

Jane kept looking up, hoping to find that Tarzan and Laywan were 
talking quietly the way that lovers talk in public. Instead she 
discovered that Tarzan was watching her. Watching her so much 
that she became embarrassed and left the dinner early, returning to 
her hut even though she knew that Nasroi would be late tonight. As 
the official scribe, he had to stay with the chiefs until they turned 
in tonight.

As she entered the hut, the hairs raising on the back of her neck 
warned her that there was someone else in her hut. She grabbed 
her knife as she immediately though about Brad and his obsession 
with her. In the dim light, she could only see the outline of the man 
but the faint glimmer of his golden eyes told her that it wasn't 
Brad, but Tarzan.

Still holding the shaft of her knife, she whispered loudly "What are 
you doing here?"

"I came to this village to visit old friends and found you - a white 
woman who's cast away her civilization and adopted the life of the 
savages. A woman who reminded me a lot of myself. Ever since I 
saw you standing by the fireside behind Laywan, your body 
glistening with sweat from your long run, I've been drawn to you. I 
watched you from the riverbank and saw your perfect body as you 
undressed. I swam under you without you realizing it and watched 
you as you glided through the water. I felt myself pulled to you as if 
we were magnets and I had to touch you. So I played a little grab-
ass in the water to see how you reacted to my presence. Then I 
followed you when you went hunting. I didn't kill that pig for the 
tribe's dinner. I killed it as a gift for you. I want you to be my 
mate."

Jane eased her knife back into its sheath, still holding the handle 
as she listened to his soft words. With difficulty she said "I'm no 
longer in control of my destiny. The tribe has decreed that I must 
bear children for them and cannot take a mate until I have borne at 
least five children. You should select Laywan."

"If I'd wanted Laywan, I would've taken her when I was here the 
last time. It's you that I want. The council can release you from 
your obligation."

Jane stepped forward, her feet moving against her will as she 
replied "I'm Nasroi's woman this month."

"Nasroi won't fight me for you."

She felt her hands unbuckle her knife belt and heard her belt fall to 
the floor as she continued her slow march across the five feet to 
where he was standing in the dark. She saw him step forward, his 
huge body seeming like a giant after being with the smaller Thrudd 
men. She smelled his strong animal smell as they stood inches 
from each other. She raised her lips as she tilted her head back and 
stood on her tiptoes, waiting for his lips.

******

A very happy Jane was lying half-asleep on Tarzan's arm as he 
slept the exhausted sleep of the worn-out lover. Her naked body 
was still all warm, glowing and tingling from their almost all-night 
long sex and she was fighting the strong urge to sleep and relax. 
She wanted to remember this delightful night, to lock into her 
memory the wonderful feelings that he had aroused within her. She 
thought that Mogu had been a great physical lover and that Nasroi 
had been a great technical lover, using his skills to keep her 
aroused. Both men's bedroom skills were nothing when compared 
to Tarzan's ability to please her. There was as much difference as 
day and night in the three men. Tarzan combined both gentleness 
with rough, pure physical force as he propelled her through ecstasy 
after ecstasy. 

She hadn't intended to jump in bed with him, but when she 
discovered him in her hut, she felt the same strong magnetic 
attraction for him that he professed to have for her. Their bodies 
had merged, becoming as one body as their individual sex organs 
took control of their bodies and their minds, turning them into 
insatiable animals.

The first rays of morning sunlight shook Jane from her dreamy 
mood as she realized that they had made love all night long and 
now it was morning. Easing up from beside Tarzan's sleeping 
naked body, she gathered her clothes and slipped out of her hut to 
go to the river to clean her body. She hurried through the still 
sleeping village because she wanted to clean herself and then find 
Laywan. So Jane was very surprised when she reached her favorite 
sandbar and discovered Laywan waiting on her.

Before an embarrassed Jane could say anything, Laywan said 
"Your cries of joy were very loud last night. Everyone nearby was 
aware that you had taken a new lover and guessed who it was. 
Before Nasroi could finish his duties and return to your hut, he'd 
already been warned that he'd been replaced. Based upon the facts 
as we knew them last night, the council voted to release you from 
your child-bearing commitment. If our good friend Tarzan desires 
you as a mate, you are free to become his woman. When he is ready 
to leave our village, you are free to go with him. The council asked 
me to tell you of their decision. I'm here to show you that I wish 
you luck and bear you no ill will."

******

The next two weeks were the most fantastic two weeks of Jane's 
life. During the night, she was the seductive nymphet, servicing her 
man, using her body as a receptacle for his raging male hormones 
as they brought mutual joy to each other. During the day, she was 
his hunting partner as they prowled the woods. Under his expert 
tutelage, she learned how to climb the giant trees and to use the 
trees to traverse the forest as they hunted the animals that were 
unaware of the overhead hunters. She learned how to swim 
underwater and to spear the fish that they cooked over a slow 
campfire as they made love on the sandy beach in the middle of the 
day.

Anyone who had known the Lady Jane from the parties given by 
her father, wouldn't recognized the darkly tanned semi-naked 
female savage that hunted wild animals with a spear beside her 
darkly tanned semi-naked mate, as being the same woman. Anyone 
that watched them as they made love, wouldn't have recognized 
the woman as being the same Lady whose only knowledge of sex 
came from watching the horses on her father's estate. 

It was the same delicate facial features but the tanned eighteen 
year-old face didn't need makeup to enhance its natural beauty. It 
was the same long dark hair, but instead of being curled in the 
current English style, it was now festooned with fresh flowers and 
pieces of brightly colored fabric woven into its braids. It was the 
same lush, small, youthful female body, but now it was lean from 
months of strenuous exercise and tanned a beautiful bronze color 
from months of exposure to the sun. It was the same delicate hands 
but instead of being used to make quilts, her hands were callused 
from carrying her ever-constant hunting spear. It was the same 
delicate lips, but now her rosy lips were more experienced lips - lips 
that were equally at ease when they were wrapped around her 
man's cock or probing tongue. It was the same breasts but her 
perky breasts were now being used to excite her man rather than 
be hidden behind a flowery dress.

A lot of nights they didn't even bother to go back to the village, 
instead sharing a roaring campfire and soft bed made of boughs 
and leaves that Tarzan built for them in the middle of the jungle. 
They would curl up together and enjoy the feel of each other's 
naked body as they rested on a bed of leaves made by Tarzan for 
his woman. She enjoyed touching his body, feeling his naked body 
rub against her naked body, and most of all, she enjoyed just being 
near him. Tarzan was the man that she wanted to spend the rest of 
her life with. The naked white savage that she snuggled up with, 
was the man that she wanted to marry and to be his wife. He was 
the only man that she wanted to share a bed with and most of all, 
she wanted to bear his children. Tarzan was the man that she had 
ran away from home to find. She had found her dream in this 
remote village and she was the happiest that she'd ever been in her 
short life.

If someone had asked her to describe her life now, she would've 
told them that `It was Eden for her'. She was Eve and he was her 
Adam. But all Eden's have their snakes. And her snake was named 
Brad.


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