Jane Stalwart and the Lost World 03

Jane Stalwart and the Lost World

Copyright 2025 by Stormbringer

Chapter Three: Castaways of the Forsaken Jungle

Jane swam toward Pa-oola. The jungle girl was standing under the waterfall, head back, letting the cool water cascade over her naked body. Jane arrived at the rock beneath the waterfall and stood staring at the blonde. "Pa-oola... Paula?"

Pa-oola lowered her head and stepped out from under the water. "Paula... yes. My mate... Zambo, pronounced my name Pa-oola."

"You're Paula White, from the Challenger expedition?"

Pa-oola nodded. "Yes, Zambo and I... only survivors."

Jane stared at her. "No, they all survived--Challenger, Roxton, Summerlee. I know Challenger."

Paula stared at her in horror. "They didn't come back for us?"

Jane frowned. According to Challenger's notes, Zambo was a black Brazilian guide who never even made it to the plateau. He waited on a rocky outcropping nearby. Apparently, Challenger's account of the expedition wasn't entirely truthful. "What happened?"

"There was a cave that led down to the Amazon basin. We were leaving, fleeing from ape-men, when a quake hit and the ceiling began to collapse. Zambo pushed me out of the way of the falling rocks, trapping us here. The others said they would send help. No help came. I assumed all dead."

"I'm sorry," said Jane. "And Zambo?"

"Missing... two years now... I think. Lost track of time."

"How old were you during the expedition?"

"Can't remember," she said, brow furrowed in thought. "I was born in 1884."

Pa-oola would have been around 28 during the expedition and hadn't aged a bit. For that matter, Jane was now 34 but hadn't aged since she was 23 after bathing in Mimir's Well. "You look good for 60."

Paula White looked back at her like she was crazy. "Not possible."

"It's 1944."

Paula's jaw dropped. She sank down into the water, sitting half-submerged on a rock. "So long," she muttered.

Jane leaned down and put her hand on Pa-oola's shoulder. "I'm sorry," she said.

Paula looked up at Jane with her big green eyes. She reached out and pulled a pebble from Jane's hair. "You have mud in your hair. Get under the water."

Jane moved under the waterfall and let the water cascade off her nude body. Paula swam away and returned carrying a basket woven of palm fronds. The basket was filled with berries. Paula grabbed a handful; they were the size of raspberries and varied in color from red to purple. Jane reached out for one and tasted it. The berry was similar to a goji berry but tasted like a cross between a blueberry and a raspberry. The juice on her fingers gave off a powerful, pleasant scent like jasmine and rose.

"No eat. For hair," said Pa-oola. She stood while Jane squatted and squashed the handful of berries into Jane's hair. She leaned over Jane, crushing the berries and turning them into a paste that she spread over Jane's hair. Paula began kneading Jane's scalp, rubbing the juice through her hair.

Jane moaned, her nostrils filled with the scent of jasmine and roses. Paula's breasts hovered over Jane's face. Her eyes followed the jungle girl's swollen nipples. They were pink and extended out from large areolae nearly half an inch. Paula's entire lithe figure was a light golden tan except for the milky white skin normally covered by her bra-like top. Jane glanced down the woman's abdominal ridges, at her tummy and the bushy blonde hair covering her pubic mound. She looked back up the blonde's body just as Pa-oola leaned in closer to massage the back of her head.

Jane moaned again, her mouth opening, the very tip of Paula's nipple lightly brushing Jane's lips. Jane brought her lips down over the hard nub and sucked it into her mouth. There was a large gasp from Paula, but she didn't pull away; instead, she pulled Jane's head against her bosom while Jane suckled and gently bit down on her swollen teat. Jane reached around her waist and grabbed Paula's ass cheeks. Gentle little mews came from the back of Paula's throat. She finally pulled her tit out of Jane's mouth, panting with arousal. She looked down as Jane looked up at her. Paula lowered as Jane rose, turning their heads, their lips pressing together.

The two women stood, breasts mashed together as they kissed and ran their hands over each other's bodies. Jane felt her heart racing. It had been a while since she'd been with a woman, and it fulfilled a need in her that she'd had since the Cock of Osiris had caused her and Patty to have a sapphic encounter. She pulled her crotch back from Pa-oola's and ran her palm down through the blonde woman's bush. Her finger found Paula's slit and easily slipped inside the jungle girl's warm, wet fanny. Paula humped Jane's finger several times before she broke their kiss and grabbed Jane's wrist, pushing Jane's hand away from her pussy. Jane stared into Paula's green eyes, afraid she'd gone too far, but Paula just smiled and said, "Step back."

Jane stepped backward, placing herself under the waterfall, the water cascading over her nude body. Paula stepped closer and reached up for Jane's head, rinsing the berry paste out of Jane's hair. Soon her fingers were making a squeaking noise in Jane's hair. Jane stepped out of the cascade, pressing her body into Paula's again. "Squeaky clean," she said, turning her head and kissing the blonde again.

They kissed for a while, Paula's hands holding Jane's head and Jane's hands kneading Paula's ass cheeks. Their tongues dueled over entry into each other's mouths. Both women were moaning with desire at their flesh-on-flesh contact. Paula pulled her head back but kept the tip of her nose resting on the end of Jane's nose. "Bedroom?" she asked.

"Lead on," said Jane, smiling.

Paula turned, and Jane watched her lean forward, her firm, well-rounded rear end flexed before she dove into the pool. Jane dove in after her and surfaced near the shore. Paula was waiting for her, standing, with her hand reaching out. Jane stood and took Paula's hand. They walked, holding hands, only separating when they reached the base of the giant tree and had to climb up the ladder to Pa-oola's treehouse.

**********

Crowe whistled softly as he stared down at his crotch. He had paused to take a leak but froze when he saw his cock for the first time since feeling it expanding in his pants. "Well, ain't you a killer-diller," he muttered in appreciation.

Jim Crowe had always been proud of his big black Johnson. At eight inches, it had been the biggest dick in the base's showers, and one morning when he'd had an erection that didn't seem to want to go down, the men had laughed and made-up nicknames for his big dick like "Jim's Crowe bar" or "the Blackbird's pecker." He'd chuckled and told them, "Y'all just jealous," but he was quite pleased to have the biggest cock around.

Now it was borderline ridiculous. Jim's fat black hose of a cock was ten inches soft and looked more like it belonged on a horse than a man. Staring at it in awe had him wondering what Major Stalwart would think of it. Would it be too much for her? His brain immediately pictured her kneeling in the alley back in Cuba, staring up at him with those baby blues as she sucked the head of his Johnson. He groaned as his cock swelled and began to straighten. He dropped it quickly, but it didn't dangle down; it was now hard enough that it had partially risen. It had also grown another inch.

Jim closed his eyes and tried to focus. He needed to piss. He relaxed slightly, and soon a powerful stream of urine was shooting out from his big dick. He sighed as the stream lessened and began to stop. He reached back out and shook his floppy cock to shake the urine off it before tucking it back into his pants. He had a mission to do.

Jim was following a game trail through the jungle. He was no tracker, but the footprints along the trail were both hoofed and three-toed dinosaur tracks. Once he paused and squatted to examine what looked like a human female's footprint. Jane? he wondered, but the footprint looked more than a day old.

Jim was still examining the footprint when his ears became aware of noises up ahead. Numerous creatures were crashing through the jungle, crossing the game trail. They were small, cat-sized, and one after another crossed ahead of him, marching in a straight line. He watched from a distance, silently counting a dozen, and they were still coming. He walked closer, stepping softly. His jaw slowly lowered when he realized what the creatures were... ants!

An endless army of giant blackish-red ants went marching across the path. He soon lost count of how many there were. Some had their heads raised, carrying large cuttings of leaves in their mandibles. Others carried meatier prey. One was dragging what looked like a three-foot centipede. More ants carried small squirrel-like creatures, little dinosaurs, and one passed with a giant dead spider in its jaws that would have given Jim the heebie-jeebies if he'd run across it alive.

Taking on one or several would have been easy, but if the things managed to swarm him, they'd be carrying bits and pieces of Blackbird to their nest. Still, they were in the direction he believed Jane's parachute had landed, and he needed to get past them.

Jim slung his rifle across his back and leaned forward. He began running toward the ants, gaining speed, and was soon easily leaping over the line. He kept running without looking back, only pausing when he felt he was safely past them. He stopped, turned, and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw they had ignored him. He brought his rifle back around to the ready position and proceeded down the path.

Jim's uniform was unbuttoned, but it was still hot. He paused to remove it and tie it around his waist. His black skin was wet, and his white T-shirt was soaked. It was stretched out by his enhanced musculature. Jim flexed, admiring his bicep. His new arms were bigger than fellow Detroit boy Joe Louis, the Brown Bomber. He reached down and pulled his shirt up over his stomach. His belly was hard and flat beneath the hard bulges of a well-defined six-pack. He pulled his shirt down and stopped admiring himself.

Jim took out his canteen, swirling the water around to get a feel for how full it was. He wasn't too concerned; there appeared to be plenty of water sources around to refill it, but he was getting low. He threw his head back, took a swig, and by pure luck, spotted the parachute.

The white chute was in tatters, but he caught sight of a large billowing segment flapping off the branch. He moved off the trail toward the landing site. "JANE!" he yelled, taking a risk. Some animal cries and a strange honking cry were his only response. Other creatures echoed the honking, sending a chill up his spine

Beneath the chute, the ground was torn up by dinosaur footprints, and he didn't see any human footprints, but what he did find was alarming. Jane's boot was lying nearby, ripped and in tatters. He stooped down to examine it. "No," he muttered when he saw the dried blood covering the inside. A tear rolled down his cheek at the thought that the vibrant, beautiful young woman might be dead or severely injured.

A bush nearly ten feet away from him shook violently. A dinosaur erupted from it, leaping into the air in an arc toward him. Time seemed to slow down as Jim's eyes took in the wicked teeth in the beast's muzzle, but worse, the creature's powerful hind legs were rising forward; each foot had a wicked-looking, enlarged, sickle-shaped hind claw on it that was rising to eviscerate his belly.

Jim's hand closed around his rifle, but instinctively, he knew he was too late.

**********

"My bedroom," said Paula, climbing a few steps to a raised platform higher in the treehouse.

Jane climbed after her. The jungle girl had frozen and blushed furiously, staring at the bed. Jane followed her gaze. "Oh," she said, staring at the bed. The bed was well-made, mostly bamboo, tied together to make a frame. The bed also had a mattress made of cotton with an Incan pattern and stuffed with unknown material, but it looked soft and comfortable. There were two similar pillows and one blanket of rougher cloth known as chusi, also with an Incan pattern.

The bed was also covered in more than a dozen dildos.

One large black dildo was placed on a shelf above the bed, set on a stand so that it was standing erect. It was thick and more than a foot long. The others lying on the bed appeared 10-12 inches each, and the floor had several with broken shafts.

"I wasn't expecting company," said Pa-oola sheepishly.

Curious, Jane stepped past Paula and bent down to pick up one of the broken dildos. The pieces were heavy and solid. She examined the interior. The insides were also hard but made of a fleshy material. "Fascinating," she said. "It's a type of *Phallus impudicus*, the common stinkhorn mushroom." This species even more closely resembled a male penis than normal stinkhorns. They were even a fleshy color that made them look Caucasian, and the caps were even glans-shaped with a slit where the urethra would be for releasing spores. "They're nearly identical to a human male's phallus... fascinating."

"The Thals believe that the forest where I harvest them is an ancient Thalish burial ground and that even in death, their penises rise toward the sky."

"The Thals?"

"A tribe of savage cavemen that live near the green glow."

"Hmmm," muttered Jane. She wanted more information, but the sexy blonde jungle girl had gotten her juices flowing, and she had other needs at that moment that demanded attention. She stepped before Pa-oola and grabbed her hips, leaning in to kiss her again. The jungle girl was receptive, kissing her back and leaning in with her lips when Jane broke the kiss.

Jane stepped back toward the bed. She beckoned Paula forward with her finger. "Why don't you show me how these work?" Jane reached for the black one on the shelf.

"NO!" yelled Pa-oola. Jane yanked her hand back. "Sorry... that one's private. It's the same size as Zambo."

"Zambo was impressive."

"You have no idea," said Paula. "I dyed it in purple berry juice. Not quite dark enough, but close."

Jane sat down on the bed. It was surprisingly soft. She patted the seat next to her. "Why don't you come here and pick one out for me?"

"I have idea," said Paula. She turned and went over to a chest. There were several in the room, all bamboo, with lift-up lids. She reached in and pulled out another penis mushroom. "I took Amazon's penis after beating her in single combat." Paula took it over to Jane and knelt in front of her. She held it up with her hands. "Put it on."

Jane took the offering. It was a stinkhorn, like the others. The phallus had been decorated with artistic lines, simulating veins and other common features on a man's dick. The penis was pushed through a hole in a small patch of hide that had leather strips on it to tie around one's waist, making it a type of tie-on dildo. A small carved and smoothed-out piece of wood with a sharp thorn attaching it to the base of the mushroom was of particular interest. The petrified mushroom was too hard for the thorn, meaning the wood attachment would have been put on when the mushroom was harvested and the stalk was still soft.

The attachment was shaped like an ornamental gourd with a small bulb and a curved neck. The end of the neck was attached to the base of the stinkhorn via the thorn, and the bulb was the same size as the penis-shaped head of the stinkhorn and carved to resemble the head of the penis. The head of the carving would push just inside the vagina of the wearer, giving both women pleasure while using the dildo.

"Intriguing," said Jane, raising one eyebrow.

She brought the dildo down to her crotch and placed the base low on her pubic mound. Paula, still kneeling, leaned in and tied the leather straps, attaching the dildo to Jane's crotch. Jane stifled a moan as the bulbous attachment pushed apart her pussy lips. The leather patch had two straps beneath it that ran between her legs and up through the crack in her rear end. Paula tied the leather thongs to two thongs at the top of the leather patch on each of Jane's hips. Jane looked down at her impressive foot-long penis. The Marquis de Sade had described such a device in his,

Philosophy in the Bedroom

, though it hadn't had the second attachment.

Pa-oola smiled up at her. She leaned forward and kissed the tip of Jane's penis before grabbing the shaft and jerking it off.

Jane jerked. A moan escaped her lips. Paula was pulling the fake cock down slightly as she stroked it, working the attachment in and out of Jane's pussy. Jane's body responded; she pushed down into the thrusting cock head, wanting it deeper, but just having it working at the entrance to her pussy was going to make her cum. Little gasps escaped her lips as she reached out and placed her hands on Paula's blonde head. She dug her fingers into Paula's scalp, humping the attachment as Paula stroked the attached phallus faster. "Uh, uh, uh... AAAHHH!"

Jane felt her orgasmic fluid running down her thighs. She breathed heavily, slowly catching her breath. Paula smiled up at her, still stroking the dildo, pulling down on it just enough to tease Jane and keep her interested. "Go lie down," said the jungle girl, her smile turning perplexed as she noticed the trickles of white fluid that had flowed down from Jane's swollen nipples.

Jane sat on the bed and scooted back, lying down. It was soft and quite comfortable.

Paula White climbed on the bed and straddled Jane's thighs. She slid up slightly until the penis attachment was rising between her legs. Pa-oola stared at Jane. "You are very beautiful," she said.

Jane smiled. "So are you."

Paula raised herself, squatted over the hard, phallic-shaped stinkhorn, and lowered herself over the crown-shaped head. She moaned with pleasure as she sank over the dildo. She sat still, fully impaled on the shaft, eyes closed, with a contented smile spread across her face. Jane reached up and caressed Paula's large bosom, sliding her hands over her tits, finding her engorged nipples, and tugging on the prominent nubs. She elicited another moan from the jungle girl, who began grinding her crotch into the base of the dildo.

Paula reached down for Jane's chest, finding the raven-haired beauty's prominent pink nipples, wet from her milk, and tugging on them while she began to ride Jane's cock. She pushed back into the dildo each time she lowered herself, pushing the phallic attachment between Jane's pussy lips. Jane groaned, thrusting her hips up, fucking Paula with the dildo and herself with the attachment. The device was ingenious, and Jane resolved to craft her own when she returned to her workshop in Stalwart Manor.

"Oh, oh, oh," moaned Pa-oola, riding Jane's fake cock faster, eliciting a moan from Jane as the dildo's attachment worked its way between her pussy lips. Paula closed her eyes and threw her head back. "Mmmm, yes, fuck me. Fuck me... Zambo. I'm cumming, my love. CUUMMING!"

Jane pulled on Paula's nipples even as Paula roughly squeezed Jane's breasts. She came with Paula, her breasts ejaculating milk up through Paula's fingers, thrusting her hips up and humping the wooden attachment, working the mushroom cock faster in and out of Paula's pussy, extending both their orgasms.

Paula lowered her head, her long blonde hair cascading over Jane's milky white breasts. Her bright green eyes stared into Jane's; a lazy smile spread across her lips. "I needed that," she whispered. "It's been months since I've mated." Pa-oola raised herself off Jane's "cock" and sat back on Jane's thighs.

"Months?" asked Jane. "You said Zambo's been missing for years."

Pa-oola blushed as she reached for the tied leather thongs on Jane's waist. "The need is strong, I use my toys daily, but sometimes... the need grows even stronger. So strong... that I capture a Thal hunter and force him to service me. The Thalish are very..." She paused, trying to recall the right word. "Endowed."