IF GREAT AUTHORS WROTE PORN #11
Edgar Rice Burroughs, Tarzan of the Apes
(SYNOPSIS OF THE TARZAN STORY FOR THOSE NOT FAMILIAR WITH IT.)
[Tarzan of the Apes was raised by a tribe of the great gray apes of Africa. His only human contact was his observation from afar of the Gomangani, or native tribes. He was amazed when a small group of Tarmangani, whites, landed on the coast. Among them was a woman named Jane. Tarzan was now living solitary in the forest. A huge ape named Terkoz was his bitter enemy.]
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Terkoz was furious with his rival Tarzan. He burned with bitter anger. It was in this state of mind that the horrible, man-like beast, swinging from tree to tree, came suddenly upon two women in the jungle.
He was right above them when he discovered them. The first intimation Jane Porter had of his presence was when the great hairy body dropped to the earth beside her, and she saw the awful face and the snarling, hideous mouth thrust within a foot of her.
Dropping suddenly from the trees, he ignored the screams of the women and singled out Jane as his prey. Throwing her over his shoulder, he swung up into the trees and made his escape.
Far away, Tarzan lolled lazily upon the broad back of Tantor the elephant. As Tantor browsed on the jungle foliage, Tarzan's mind turned to the strange party of Tarmangani he had observed. The men did not interest him, but the women were burned into his mind. He wondered intensely whether they were still there.
Jane's screams silenced all the other noises of the jungle. Instantly alert, Tarzan swung up into the trees and moved quickly in the direction of the screams.
Terkoz went only a little way into the forest. Dropping lightly from the trees, he lowered the white woman to the ground. She cringed in fear from the monstrous beast, but knew that it was futile to try to run. She trembled as a huge hairy hand reached out to her shirt, feeling the material. To her horror his hand continued until it was grasping her breast. With a single savage growl her shirt was ripped away. More and more viciously the ape continued to tear at her clothes and underclothes until she cowered naked before him. He pulled her soft naked skin towards his filthy hairy body.
Suddenly the jungle rang with a loud cry of "Kreegah!" Terkoz turned to see who dared scream a challenge in the ape language. His snarl turned into a growl when he saw his old enemy Tarzan standing there.
When Terkoz saw that it was Tarzan who pursued him, he jumped to the conclusion that this was Tarzan's woman, since they were of the same kind—white and hairless—and so he rejoiced at this opportunity for double revenge upon his hated enemy.
To Jane the strange apparition of this god-like man was as wine to sick nerves.
From the description which Clayton and her father and Mr. Philander had given her, she knew that it must be the same wonderful creature who had saved them, and she saw in him only a protector and a friend.
But as Terkoz pushed her roughly aside to meet Tarzan's charge, and she saw the great proportions of the ape and the mighty muscles and the fierce fangs, her heart quailed. How could any vanquish such a mighty antagonist?
Jane—her lithe, naked young form flattened against the trunk of a great tree, her hands tight pressed against her rising and falling bosom, and her eyes wide with mingled horror, fascination, fear, and admiration—watched the primordial ape battle with the primeval man for possession of a wom¬an—for her. As she watched the noble form and rippling muscles of the jungle man, the veil of centuries of civilization and culture was swept from the blurred vision of the Baltimore girl and she realized that her pussy juices were flowing and she felt a great need for this primeval jungle god.
Like two charging bulls they came together, and like two wolves sought each other's throat. Against the long canines of the ape was pitted the thin blade of the man's knife. When the long knife drank deep a dozen times of Terkoz' heart's blood, and the great carcass rolled lifeless upon the ground, it was a primeval woman who sprang forward with outstretched arms toward the primeval man who had fought for her and won her.
And Tarzan?
When he felt the naked body of the beautiful girl pressed against his, he did what no red-blooded man needs lessons in do¬ing. He took his woman in his arms and smothered her upturned, panting lips with kisses.
Feeling her lust for this man flowing through her, Jane pressed against him, her nails scratching his broad back, her pussy pressing against his hard cock. She drew him to the ground on top of her, clenching her legs around his hips.
Tarzan reacted instinctively. He needed no lessons in following her lead. His hardened hand crushed her tit, wrenching the nipple until she cried out in ecstasy. His other hand sought her ass and pushed it into his crotch. He could feel her dripping juices flowing across his cock.
Spreading her legs wide, he thrust into them. She pressed her hips up to receive him. She cried out again as she felt the length and girth of his shaft. In a primeval rhythm they joined together
She was amazed at his control. Long hours lying in the shadows of the trees, watching the activity of the jungle, had taught him patience. Instinctively he moved slowly toward their goal. Long slow thrusts brought Jane to the point of explosion. Then the thrusts stopped, and she felt the throbbing of his huge cock deep within her, holding just at the point of release.
She rotated her hips around his cock, but he was waiting patiently as the pressure to cum increased. Deep in, slowly out, deep in again. Jane moaned softly and she heard the jungle man grunt some strange word.
Then suddenly he was stroking hard and deep into her, pulling her body close to his and pushing to the climax. Again and again he went deep into her pussy, until finally with a deep grunt he locked deep inside her and spouted his fluid. Gasping out an incomprehensible syllable Jane felt her orgasm at the same time.
There under the foliage of the jungle they completed the primeval rite as their ancestors had for so many generations. Primitive man and his primitive woman, they lay locked together in peace.
But soon Tarzan's keen ears heard crashing in the brush, coming in their direction. With a growl, he seized the naked woman and leapt into the trees with her, concealing them both behind the foliage. He clutched his sharp blade and prepared to drop down on whatever creature was stalking them. His muscles tensed and he started to leap.
Jane gave a little gasp and prevented the ape man from his intent. She recognized her father and his party searching the jungle for her. She was about to call out to them until she realized her nakedness. Modesty would never permit her to appear before the other gentlemen in the nude.
Pressing her hand over Tarzan's mouth, she motioned him to silence, and the search party passed beneath them with a great deal of noise. As the sound faded away into the distance, she clung to the jungle god's arm and shook with fear. She had no idea what to do next.
Tarzan drew her arms around his neck, and when she had a secure grip he swung from his branch onto a long jungle vine. Jane gasped and closed her eyes, but she held on for all she was worth. Afraid as she was, she was also keenly aware of the strong naked male body pressed against her. She felt her feminine juices beginning to flow again even as they swung through the trees.
Soon her rescuer dropped to the ground in a clearing in the jungle. He lowered her to the ground, and stood above her regarding her in doubt what to do with her. Rising to her feet, she made the decision for him as she flowed into his arms.