If Great Authors Wrote Porn 11

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.

Her breasts pressed against his manly chest, and she felt his manhood rising against her leg. She had no thoughts but for her jungle lord, and was amazed to find herself acting as she would never act with any man of her acquaintance. Slowly she covered his body with kisses and little nips, as she worked down across his chest and belly to find the strong rod standing upright in his crotch.

Her lips enfolded it as he gave a little moan. As she traced its tip with her tongue, she used one hand to stroke up and down its magnificent length. She felt him react by jerking his hips, and she took as much of its length as she could into her mouth. Slowly she worked up and down on it as he threw his head back in ecstasy.

When he was thoroughly aroused and she was afraid he would reach his climax before she was ready, she released his long cock and began kissing back up his body. When her mouth met his and their tongues interlocked, she put her hands on his shoulders and pulled herself up until her pussy met his cock. He clasped her ass with his strong hard hands, and lowered her down onto the stiff rod.

Now he thrust with his hips while she moved up and down against him. Their passion grew with each thrust and it was not long until her pussy contracted with her orgasm. He thrust himself deep inside her and she felt his jism spurt into her depths. She was amazed to hear him roar his pleasure so that she thought all the jungle could hear it.

When they had rested from their pleasure, Tarzan again picked the female up and swung up into the trees. After a short time, he halted on a large branch where they could sit comfortably. Pressing aside the massive leaves which hid them, Tarzan pointed to a group of animals on the ground. To her amazement, Jane beheld a troupe of the great gray apes of Africa. They seemed to be going about their daily pursuits, eating, resting and grooming each other.

The pair sat a while in silence. Then Tarzan drew Jane's attention to the behavior of two of the apes. They were both handsome. lissome animals whose shiny coats showed them to be in their prime. It was clear that they were a male and a female. They moved slightly off from the other apes, concealing themselves from the troupe behind a low growth of bushes. Tarzan and Jane, however, had an excellent view.

Jane beheld with puzzlement the actions of the female. She had never seen such a thing before. Squatting on the ground with her head lowered, the female protruded her buttocks upward in a deliberate manner. Jane was appalled to see the male approaching her from behind, his masculine organ swelling as he did so.

Glancing at Tarzan, she saw a soft smile on his face. He waved a hand toward the two apes. Jane hardly wanted to look, but she realized that the jungle man who was now her lover desired she give her attention to the pair of apes.

She blushed red over her whole body as she saw the male's strong cock enter the female from behind. She could not take her eyes away from this primal jungle scene as she beheld for the first time copulation as it was practiced among the apes. The male thrust deeply as the female worked her hips to encourage him. His growing excitement became apparent as he gave little grunts and moans, and finally he drove deep into the female's cunt as he reached a climax.

The pair separated slowly, and lolled back into the grass. Tarzan beheld them with approval, and then turned his gaze upon Jane. He rested one of his strong hands on her thigh as he regarded the spent ape lovers. When he was sure that Jane has observed the whole action, the ape man once again grasped her in one muscular arm and took to the trees. Swiftly he returned to the clearing they had first occupied.

When the arrived there, he dropped to the ground and deposited her in front of him. Jane was surprised to find that the wild mating of the apes had aroused her and she yearned again for the jungle lord's attentions. She could see clearly from the hard shaft of his cock standing in front of him that he was also ready. She moved forward to melt into his arms, but to her surprise he took a slight step backward. Putting his arms on her shoulders, he gently turned her around until her back was to him. She felt one hand slide down to her shapely ass, but the other hand pressed forward on her shoulders.

It took her a moment to understand his attention. She started to turn, whispering, "Oh, no, no," But he did not release her. Caressing her ass gently, he continued to press her shoulders, urging her to assume the position the female ape had taken. Jane was amazed in her own mind as she found herself complying. There on the soft grass of the jungle floor, she rested her head, while she thrust her buttocks upward.

Tarzan was clearly excited by this display. Thus did the female great apes exhibit their sexual willingness, and he now regarded this female as his mate. He was driven to the most extreme primitive reaction by this display. Jane gasped as she felt him enter her pussy from behind, driving hard to his full length without any attempt at gentleness or control.

Just as the male ape had done, he thrust hard in and out of her cunt. She felt herself rapidly brought to the state of highest excitement that she had thought she could reach only with long foreplay. Tarzan, also, was rapidly led to a heightened state and felt sensations in his cock that he had never before imagined. Pressing hard into her wet depths, he shot his load deep into her as her pussy contracted again and again around his cock. With a mighty roar Tarzan claimed this white skinned female as his own.

[SYNOPSIS OF THE STORY: Living together in the jungle, Tarzan learns English from Jane. After some time, they return to Jane's father and his party. By a chain of fairly unbelievable circumstances, fingerprints found in the cabin where his parents were killed by Terkoz reveal Tarzan to be the rightful Lord Greystoke, heir to substantial estates in England.]

Lady Jane studied the naked body of Lord Greystoke standing before her. Although they had long resided in their English country home, Tarzan's frequent exercise kept him in the same magnificent shape he had when living in the African jungle. They were careful to maintain a small stand of ancient oaks on their estate, and on moonlit nights they would evade the servants and tryst under the trees. Tarzan could exercise his muscles by swinging from limb to limb deep in the woods where none but Jane could see him. After that they would disport themselves, sometimes in ape fashion, sometimes in the more staid English approved positions. Thus the specimen standing before Jane was an amazing hunk of gorgeous manhood.

However, tonight she sighed at the magnitude of the task before her. It was her job to see her husband dressed in English evening wear for the ball tonight. She did not dare leave him to the attentions of his valet. Teaching Tarzan to wear the ordinary leisure wear of an English country Lord had been frightful enough. Getting him into white tie and tails augured for even more difficulty.

She could not resist the extreme air of maleness he exuded in his naked state. Melting into his arms she pressed herself against him. When she felt his maleness rising, however, she pulled away. "Later, my ape man, later," she promised.

Silk underwear proved no great problem. The stiff shirt which required studs and cuff links was more difficult. Lord Greystoke did not like having his chest and arms confined so tightly. The white bow tie was the final straw. As Jane pulled it tightly around his neck he began to give little growls. "Now, now, my jungle god. Tonight you must be tamed and decorous when you are introduced to English society." Tarzan reluctantly accepted the tie.

Then came the trousers with braces. Jane lightened the torture of this effort by managing to massage his balls and splendid cock as she pulled them on. My Lord's hands sought her soft breasts, barely concealed by the silk dress she wore. As he felt the nipples tighten, she pulled away, laughing lightly and saying, "Oh, you will need the patience of the jungle tonight, my Tarzan of the Apes."

Tarzan's nostrils contracted as he sniffed the air. "Yes," said Lady Jane, "you can smell the horses being brought around. Tonight you must travel in a carriage as the English gentleman your heredity makes you." While he was thus distracted she managed to pull on the socks and shoes.

They descended the stairs, and Tarzan, as he had been carefully taught, waited for the footman to open the door and escort them to their carriage, embossed with the Greystoke arms which were now Tarzan's. He handed his Lady into the conveyance and then took his seat next to her as they journeyed to Tavistock Hall, one of their nearest neighbors.

Every eye was upon them as the major domo called out, "Lord and Lady Greystoke." The unexpected return of the heir to Greystoke Hall and the title was known to them, but little else of the strange story had become public. The guests flocked to engage them in conversation.

One old dowager duchess was among the first to greet them. "My dear," she said to Jane, "what a catch you have made. Not only a peer, but so manly too." She reached out a hand to grasp Lord Greystoke's biceps. Not being used to being touched by another creature, the ape man rose in the Lord and he gave a low growl as he pulled away. Jane was appalled and clutched his arm tightly. She turned the old lady away with a soft answer.

Before long a group of military officers had gathered around them. "By Jove," one said, "I heard you were living in darkest Africa before Jane caught you, old man." Lord Greystoke , unaccustomed to the familiar address of "old man," glanced at the oldest man in the party, thinking that he had also been in Africa.

Jane again jumped into the breech, acknowledging that she had indeed met Tarzan in Africa. This let the young officers who had been to Africa to begin telling tales of their prowess as great hunters. Jane shuddered as one after another made the most egregious mistakes in describing African fauna.

After one of the subalterns described elephants as "rage maddened beasts, one and all," Lord Greystoke can finally not contain himself. "But the elephant is not a mad beast. I have often ridden them in comfort."

The military men laughed at this. "Perhaps a domestic beast tethered in a compound, My Lord, but you have never met the creature in the wild where he rampages."

Jane inhaled sharply as she felt Tarzan's muscles tense. Jane had spent many happy hours riding on Tantor's back with her jungle lord, and on one memorable occasion they had even indulged in a most amazing sexual encounter on that broad platform. She was about to jump in and sidetrack the conversation when she felt a strange sensation. In the close press of bodies, she realized that the Colonel of the Regiment had slipped behind her and had his hand on her ass. She started very slightly, trying to conceal her discomfort, but Tarzan was instantly aware of it.

A snarl twisted his lip. To her amazement she heard him growl, "Kreegah, Tanmangani!" She had learned enough of the ape language to know he was saying, "Beware, Warriorman."

Quickly she pulled away from the Colonel, and laughingly said, "Lord Greystoke learned a few words of African languages. He just said 'perhaps you are right, Leftenant.' in one of them."

And so went the evening. Jane was constantly rescuing the naive jungle man from the wilds of stuffy English society. She was relieved when the dancing began. She had painstakingly groomed Tarzan in the mysteries of the waltz, and when she had him on the dance floor tightly gripped in her arms she felt safe. Pressing her body against his, she felt her pussy juices flowing as his hard shaft rubbed against her leg.

As soon as they could, they made their excuses and left the ball, leaving more questions unanswered than answered. Lady Jane knew that everyone at the party would be discussing the stunningly handsome, but somehow uncomfortable, Lord who had returned from darkest Africa.