Tarzan, The Man update

“Am I to entertain myself?” Jane teased her husband. “Or do you have something else in mind?”

Tarzan looked the situation over: Jane straddling his waist, seated upon his prick. It was pleasant enough, but the way her legs extended out to either side of his chest gave him an idea. He grabbed her ankles and then lifted them up, sitting up himself so that as Jane was rocked backwards, he went with her.

She fell onto her back. He ended up seated against her, still merged with her. His hands ran down her long legs, getting a firm grip on her creamy thighs and then pulling her further onto his erection. He could please himself quite adroitly with her lithe body, and Jane would enjoy it as well. Enjoy it more, as she seemed to place some value in having him do the manly work of pleasuring her. A job Tarzan minded not one bit.

Jane gasped, enjoying having her sex swallow up his manhood as much as Tarzan did. She felt his cock push inside of her. All around it, shivers of excitement that rippled through her thighs and carried up her spine. She thought of how lucky she was to have been the first woman to meet such a man, that they were so aptly matched, and that she had the honor of being the one to induct him into civilized marriage—and the pleasure of being the one he inducted into being his animal mate.

Then all thoughts were erased from her mind. With his iron grip on her thighs, he brought her back and forth in slow, rhythmic movements. Jane felt herself being pumped onto his cock—its hardness entered and exited her in a totally lascivious manner. The sensations ripping through her body didn’t let her focus on anything but how long and stiff he was.

And that made it so natural, so right, for her to add her own pleasure to what Tarzan was doing to her. Jane reached down and touched herself, fingering her clit, feeling how the flesh of her groin seemed to tighten and loosen as what Tarzan was doing and what she was doing to herself mingled. Tarzan’s hands massaged her thighs as he held them, adding to her excitement.

“Ooooh, husband, this is like nothing I’ve ever read about! I think it may be too much—too fast!”

“I’ll give you as much as I can,” Tarzan panted. “And you’ll like it.”

He was bathed in sweat. It was running into his eyes and he shook his shaggy head to fling the salty droplets off himself. Once his vision was unobscured, he looked down at Jane in awe. The sight of the woman he loved gleaming naked in the moonlight was the greatest thrill he could imagine—and yet, there was still an added glee he got from seeing his own prick entering and withdrawing from her womanhood. The lips of her labia were juicy and wet as they sucked in his member every time he pulled Jane to him.

His entire length was devoured by her hungering body. He both saw and felt it disappear into her tightness. Tarzan didn’t know which aroused him more. The feel of it was obviously fantastic, but the sight was unexpectedly enthralling—seeing how Jane’s comparatively tiny body embraced the massive bulk of his phallus without reservation. The beaming red of his aroused manhood completely parted her cuntlips and went all the way into her clenching interior.

He saw silver ribbons of her liquid lust glisten on the girth of his prick, catching the moonlight when he pulled out of her. But it was still nothing compared to the rightness of having her female sheath all around him. When he sank into her, his cock was overwhelmed by her velvety warmth. It jerked and throbbed against her tightness.

Their lovemaking in this position was slower and more painstaking than the more natural positions they had adopted, but it served to arouse Tarzan a great deal without diminishing Jane’s pleasure at all. She seemed to enjoy their coupling more and more as it went on, even as she wailed in civilized distress at how intense it was to be mated.

“You’re too big, Tarzan, TOO BIIIIGG!”

He kept rocking her against his groin. The lewd song of their bodies coming together echoed through the forest and made him more engorged than ever. He felt like he was Lord of the Jungle again, letting out the victory cry of the bull ape, fearless king of this domain, of her.

Jane could not think that much—not in the throes of ecstasy. It felt like there was a perfect vacuum inside her, suctioning in Tarzan’s manhood, then reluctantly relinquishing it. When he thrust back into her, their joined bodies seemed to form a perfect seal, an almost insurmountable pleasure that neither of them could truly bear. He had to pull out of her to keep from being overwhelmed, and when he did, they both sighed with relief.

She kept fingering her clit, answering its need for stimulation. It was dangerously sensitive. Every little touch, while her groin was bulging with the penetration of Tarzan’s cock, sent lightning bolts through her splayed flesh. She felt her pleasure mounting to a breaking point. It wouldn’t be long before everything came crashing down in another massive climax.

Grimly, Jane fought against it. She wanted her next orgasm to be the largest ever—a testament to how Tarzan made her feel. Her other hand moved to her bare breast, her nipple. She took it between thumb and forefinger and rolled it around, twisted it. Her fingers were still wet from caressing Tarzan’s body, his sweaty skin. The pads of her fingers slipped and skimmed over her nipple, but Jane didn’t care. It only made it feel better. She wished that she had three hands, to tweak and tease both breasts while still fondling her clit.

She reached down to one swollen breast, full of thundering blood, and caught its heaving contours in her hands. Jane had to moan at stopping the tantalizing of her nipple to accomplish this, but her mouth was soon occupied. She lifted her teat as she strained her neck downward, until she managed to catch her own nipple in her mouth. She sucked it lovingly as her hand went to the other breast, twiddling with that nipple, while her other hand played with her clit some more. It quite lit the fuse inside her to attend entirely to her own pleasure, while Tarzan so wonderfully used her body to relieve his own masculine pressure.

Seeing the wanton state he’d reduced her to—elevated her to—Tarzan could not hold in his pride and excitement any longer. He let out his trumpeting bellow, screaming loose flocks of birds from their nightly perches, and Jane felt the burning fuse of her climax shorten dramatically. Knowing her own pleasure was so greatly arousing to him made Jane feel like the sparking flame was only a handspan from the powder keg of her passion.

As Tarzan’s victorious bull ape roar went on, Jane pulled and sucked at her nipples in a way she would’ve been afraid to before, for fear of hurting her delicate body in such vulnerable places. Instead, she reached her culmination. Her breast dropped from her mouth and bounced with Tarzan’s thrusts inside her, released by Jane’s gasp as the world spun around her. She felt her sex convulsing, squeezing all around Tarzan’s hilted cock.

Jane bit her lower lip at the intensity of the sensation before crying out. “Keep going! I love the feel of you going into me! You’re so big and strong!”

“And you’re so tight,” Tarzan grunted, fucking her with renewed vigor.

“Don’t stop! I couldn’t stand if it stopped! I—aaiieee!”

Jane came on the heels, over the lingering afterglow, of her last orgasm. Her sex clamped down hard on Tarzan’s prick and he grunted harshly. Fucked her even faster. He was almost at the limit himself, but Tarzan wanted her to feel as much pleasure as possible before he let her cunt have what it was yearning for.

“Do that again!” Jane panted out. “Make me come again with that… nnnh… blasted big prick of yours!”

Tarzan laughed. “You never get enough, do you?”

“Not of you, no, never—nnnmm!”

Tarzan was burning up inside. His balls had tightened into an overripe fruit. Every time he brought Jane in to engulf his prick, more of her juices pumped out into his lap. They tickled their way down to his sensitive scrotum, tantalizing him with the insistent reminder of the liquid warmth inside Jane, staying with him all through the brief intervals he pulled away from her so they could go surging back together.

She started wiggling her ass and Tarzan thought he would go out of his mind. The motion rubbed him from side to side, milked his cock of the cum it was waiting to deliver.

“Jane!” he gurgled. “I can’t hold it in while you’re doing that! I can’t keep going much longer!”

“Just make me come!” Jane mewled, blissfully past the point of caring about anything. “Make me good and hard! Mmmmm, it’s so… it’s so niiice… so good inside me… it’s got all of my hot little pussy!”

Tarzan rolled forward again, catching himself on his hands so that he was on all fours over Jane, who gasped. Now her husband was in his proper place above her, but she was bent in half, rolled up on her shoulders with her hindquarters up in the air and Tarzan bearing right down onto her. He pumped into her like an oil derrick, but urgently, desperately. She was so tight in this position that it felt like she was sucking at his seed. Her inner walls clung to him, squeezing and caressing and fondling.

Tarzan grimaced. The suction on his cock was so intense that he could barely stand it. When Jane came again, her folds convulsing so hard it was like their spasms were going right through his member, he knew he was lost. His cum erupted into her opening, letting it drink each and every drop from his spurting cock.

Tarzan had little experience in the way of sex, but he knew the look on Jane’s face transported him to a higher, stronger pleasure than he ever could’ve expected. She had a look of peace, of rapture, of sheer need, making her glowing features more radiant than ever.

Then she spoke: “Fuck me with that cock! My God, it feels so good in my cunt! My poor cunny has never felt a prick like yours, you bastard—you fucking stallion!”

The words flowed from Jane’s lips like poetry; Tarzan’s own mouth opened in shocked amusement at her stoking the flames of her orgasm by using such unladylike words. Evidently, it worked for her. He felt her clench down hard on him, using up the last of her energy with her arms flapping and her head twisting from side to tide, her cunt not letting go of his erection for long minutes.

After Jane had caught her breath, Tarzan dared to pull his limp manhood from her flowing sex and lay down next to her, fondly stroking her body.

“Mmmm—that was fantastic, husband. Can we…” she trailed off, looking embarrassed, as if the vehemence of her dirty words a minute ago had finally caught up with her.

“We can do whatever you want,” Tarzan said firmly, curious where she was going with this.

“Can we do it in the trees?” Jane asked, grinning at him, her beautiful face made even more beautiful by her excitement.

Tarzan laughed. He didn’t fear either man or beast, despite the incredible variety of both that he had encountered, but this slip of a woman would be the death of him. She could tax him as no other being could. But he knew that he would be giving her what she asked in the next few minutes. After all, how could he ever refuse his wife anything she wanted?

“Let me hear that again,” he said, more to prolong the humor of her statement than to buy time for his erection to recover. “I didn’t grow up learning English, you know.”

Jane humored him with an indulgent look in her bright eyes. “It seems to me that after all I’ve seen you do up in the trees, you should be able to manage my continued pleasure hanging from a tree limb. You’ve been doing so all night and we have an entire forest to ourselves. Surely one of the branches will hold me.”

“I don’t know if I can hold you,” Tarzan told her. “You’ve asked much from me already.”

“Then let me give you something in return.” She began to crawl down his reclining body. “I’ve heard that men enjoy this a great deal. If you end up addicted to the sensation, I’ll only have myself to blame…”

“I’m already addicted to you,” Tarzan said magnanimously. He’d thought that an admission of fatigue wouldn’t be enough to talk her out of her lust. Deliciously, he was right.

She dove down to his softened manhood and kissed it, then brushed a strand of her golden hair from her eyes as she looked up to meet his gaze. It was as if she was wondering if he would chasten her for such a slatternly act.

Tarzan, of course, would do no such thing. This seemed no more unnatural to him than drinking from a watering hole. Jane was a majestic female creature, an exemplar of the breed, and this clearly came as natural to her as any of her other hobbies and behaviors—otherwise she never would’ve volunteered herself to do it.

By now, he well recognized that the woman knew her own will. But, as her husband, to encourage her to it, he put a hand atop her head and urged her back down to his limp member. Gratefully, Jane went with the pressure he exerted on her and went to do what she had wanted to do all along.

It provoked the soreness in his tired cock, an aggravation that Tarzan would normally take exception to, only this time, it went hand in hand with the curious idea of making love while dangling from the limb of a tree. Jane’s eagerness to try him made him eager in turn. He sensed from what little he’d gleamed of the civilized world that there were few who would be so bold and experimental with such an intimate, sensitive subject.

But Jane was one of those precious few. She had become a wild woman in her few short hours of sexual experience. Tarzan counted himself lucky—from all he’d heard of married life, it was clear they’d squeezed more pleasure into the past few hours than many couples indulged in for weeks or months. And Jane still wanted more!