Jungle Virgins - Two Book Combo

by Robert Lubrican

  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 many 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 sex organ.

  * * *

  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 experienced. 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 press 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 was often 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 sex. 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 vulva and he was licking her!

  She felt dizzy. Her mind went from sleep to thinking about the fact that she'd heard of this perversion, but never actually believed a man would do it. Part of her wanted to shout and strike out at this sinful, awful thing.

  Except it wasn't awful. There was no denying that what he was doing felt wonderful! And he sounded like he was having just as much fun as she was. His mouth was sloshing between her nether lips, making "Mmmmmmm" sounds.

  His tongue settled on one special spot and her hips jerked, out of her conscious control. "Ohhhhhhh" she moaned. That felt so 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. She was also confused, because as much as she had wanted him to stop a few seconds ago, suddenly she wanted more ... much more ... even though she had no clear idea of exactly what that meant!

  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. He pressed slowly forward, judging how fast to go by how tight she felt around him.

  * * *

  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 vulva were stretched. Then sharp pain, like the sting of many bees in one place, as his invading penis destroyed her hymen. Despite the pain, her overarching desire was to thrust her loins up and push her body fully onto that invading prod ... to be full ... in a way she had never experienced, but knew, somehow, would be the best thing she'd ever felt.

  * * *

  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. 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. Incredible 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 still wanted to thrust up, to make her sex 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 spike 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. Despite what her claws were telling him, sh
e 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 loins 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. It had always been a crude, distasteful word. But it was undeniably what Tarzan was doing to her. And to her amazement it was neither crude nor distasteful. Her conscious mind was fully aware that what was happening would be completely unacceptable back in England, but here, right now, it was exactly right somehow. 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 the sack below his prod, where the very sensitive fruit inside his body lay. 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's mind was, at the moment, fragmented into a number of parts. A major one knew the mechanics of intercourse, and that his movements meant that Tarzan was getting close to ejaculating ... in her. That part of her consciousness knew that this was cause for concern, because he could impregnate her. Another major part of her mind was reveling in the ecstasy of mating, and eagerly looked forward to the culminating act of receiving her mate's seed. The other parts of her mind - those associated with feeling the grassy bed beneath her back, for example - just couldn't compete.

  As the panting man hulking over her sped up, lunging into her harder and faster, Jane was shocked to find that she not only didn't care if this made her pregnant, 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 nut sack. 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.

  * * *

  In this natural setting, what happened was completely unremarkable. The semen Tarzan's body had manufactured was pumped into Jane's body, right at the entrance of her womb, where a mucus plug was of little benefit in preventing Tarzan's sperm from pushing through into her womb. One of Jane's ovaries - her left one, to be exact - had previously discharged one of it's load of eggs, which had floated slowly down the attached fallopian tube until it was now only a centimeter from said womb. As if they sensed its imminent presence, hundreds of thousands of sperm cells wiggled their tails, swimming toward their objective. This dance had taken place countless times in history, resulting in the births of countless human beings, including both Tarzan and Jane. It was as unremarkable as the fact that the jungle canopy was green.

  And yet, for these two individual human beings ... it changed everything.

  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.

  The Pause (as opposed to The End)

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  Book Two

  Foreword: Many books could be (and were) written about how Tarzan and Jane made a life in the African Jungle. They were wonderful books, and the reader is urged to explore them all. But, as was mentioned at the beginning of this volume, there were certain aspects of jungle life that were forbidden, in polite society, to be discussed.

  Now, that history, and societal mores have marched on, we may pursue some of those discussions ... or at least imagine what those unmentioned parts of life might have been like. So, too, can we add to the story, imagining that, while Jane decided not to go back to civilization, civilization might have need of still having dealings with her. That imagining is the purpose of this sequel.

  * * *

  Jungle Virgins - The Barrister's Trial

  By Robert Lubrican

  Chapter 1: The Assignment

  J.P. Milton, of Hoffington, Burke, Jeffries and Bedletter, one of the most prestigious houses of law in London, got the nod for the mission that no one wanted, but which would make whoever did it a lot of money. It was probable that J.P. Milton got the job because this particular barrister, of all the barristers of Hoffington, Burke, Jeffries and Bedletter, was one of the most feared and hated lawyers in the whole of Great Britain.

  And so, to the high muckety-mucks of Hoffington, Burke ... you know the rest ... it seemed like the ideal mission upon which to send J.P. Milton, because they all sincerely hoped that Milton would be killed in the wilds of deepest, darkest, most dangerous Africa while in the commission of this assignment.

  After the documents were delivered, of course.

  That way they'd
all be rid of a dangerous pain in the ass, and the commissions related to any business generated by those documents, which could be enormous, would go to them in their entirety, instead of mostly to Milton.

  J.P. Milton was a barrister, and normally eschewed the piddling work of a solicitor. In this case, however, Milton thought it would be a "hoot" as the Americans were known to say, to run off to romantic, mysterious, interesting Africa, most of which, after all, had been colonies of European countries for years and years and must surely be safe and civilized by now.