Message-ID: <3576eli$9709011201@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: MelLin6695@aol.com Subject: New TG from Waldo - Jane - Chapter 6a of 9b Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <970830120005_-701428873@emout03.mail.aol.com> Jane by Waldo Chapter 6a of 9b Tarzan is a copyrighted character and this story is not intended to infringe on those rights. While my Tarzan has a similar storyline, its purpose is to entertain without claiming credit for the orignal Tarzan. All rights reserved by Author. Not to be read by minors or sold without explicit written permission of the author Chapter 6 - Acceptance of the new identity The spot where Brad had died, was two days of fast walking from the village which they couldn't do with their respective injuries and totally exhausted bodies. There bodies were as much exhausted from their first night of sex together as from their feverish tracking of Brad. When they finally managed to un-entangle from each other's embrace after their wonderful night of sex, the sun was very high overhead. So instead of breakfast, they shared a light lunch as they departed the spot where they had accepted each other as lovers. As they walked back to the village, each of them had their private thoughts about what had occurred between them. Laywan was all bubbling and thrilled from finally being accepted as a lover by the man that she had loved from afar so long. She knew that she had to deal with the potential loss of Jane's friendship when she returned, but she was prepared to deal with that. As for the new Tarzan, the thoughts going through Jane's new head were even more complex. Jane had thoroughly enjoyed letting `the little head' take control of her new body and actions. The first time that Jane's borrowed cock entered Laywan's wet and tight cunt, Jane lost all control and could only think about pounding deep into Laywan's deep love pit. She felt her male body thrust hard and enjoyed the sensation of Tarzan's balls bouncing against Laywan's ass. From that moment on, Jane could only groan as her borrowed body reacted to that deep primeval desire. Just as her new body had turned into a killing machine earlier, now it turned into a man mating with his woman. Jane felt that same, but somehow different feeling, as her male body reacted to the ancient chromosomes that turned savage men into pussy-whipped slaves. The first time that Jane's new balls began that churning motion as the cum began boiling deep within her male body, she jerked as every muscle in her new body stiffened, providing that ages-old signal between lovers that Laywan recognized. Laywan's sharp fingernails digging deep into Jane's wide and thickly muscled back provided just the right impetus as Jane doubled both her gasping and pounding against Laywan's spread legs. Jane could feel the cum boiling within her pounding body - cum that boiled hotter as her throbbing cockhead probed faster and deeper into the woman's spread body cavity. Laywan responded by bending her legs and wrapping her ankles around Jane's masculine shoulders allowing Jane to enter deeper into the woman's equally hot body. Gone was all thought of proper technique as Jane could only think about how to get all of Tarzan's cock into the woman. Then Jane paused as the most wonderful feeling erupted from deep inside her male body. She could feel the cum as it rushed through her male body and shot like a shotgun blast into the woman's cavity. For about five seconds, Jane couldn't move and barely recognized that Laywan was responding by enthusiastic humping and that Laywan's internal muscles were pumping Tarzan's cock. Jane heard deep guttural groans come from her throat as her male body pumped spasm after spasm into Laywan's waiting body. As they walked and thought their private thoughts, Jane's thoughts flittered from memories of sex with Laywan to thoughts about what it was like to make love as a man to thoughts about telling Laywan the truth. Laywan had bared some of her private thoughts about how she felt about potentially losing her friendship with Jane while Jane kept hid the thoughts about what Laywan would really think if Laywan only knew that she was Jane in Tarzan's body. ****** There was a second night of shared camp beds and enjoyment of each other's body but this time both of them worked on technique as they tried to control their passions long enough to please their partner, as they spent most of the night in one passionate embrace after another. Laywan was a very skilled lover and had kept them awake most of both nights, but Jane didn't mind. In fact, the noticeably horny Jane was the instigator for a couple of rest stops during their hiking where neither of them rested. So thoroughly did both of them enjoy the mutual sex, that they began to slow down as they came closer to the village, stopping for one last "two hour rest stop" when they were less than five miles from the village. It was a different `Tarzan' that was going back to the village - a `Tarzan' that had proven to Jane's new ego that not only was the former English Lady, a great warrior but that she also could use a cock as if she had been born with one. Jane had tried the missionary, dog-style, and other normal love-making procedures only to discover that the sexual act that she enjoyed the most, was what Jane had found the most uncomfortable as a woman - a blow- job. Having only experienced three lovers in Jane's short life hadn't given Jane much experience with methods or time to develop an appreciation for a thrusting cock within her female mouth. Prior to the body exchange, she had sucked the first two lovers reluctantly because they demanded it as a variant to their lovemaking and she had only recently began getting any enjoyment out of sucking Tarzan's cock. So when the very experienced Laywan first took Jane's borrowed cock into Laywan's hungry wet mouth, the very pleasing sensations of a warm mouth and experienced wet tongue around the cock were a pleasant surprise. Jane thought that it felt good to stand up straight and have the beautiful Nubian Warrior - the leader of the village - drop to her knees, bend her head back and wrap her wet lips around Tarzan's throbbing cock. It felt great to dig Jane's new strong fingernails into Laywan's scalp and to guide Laywan's head as Jane repeatedly thrust her pounding cock into the woman's hungry mouth. And the best part was when Jane exploded into Laywan's warm and hungry mouth, then Laywan sucked Jane's throbbing cock dry, almost causing another orgasm from the experienced sucking action. Then Jane would push the ebony woman over onto the ground, roll Laywan over on her back and spread her beautiful legs as Jane reciprocated the intimate action while Laywan's warm mouth quickly returned Jane's borrowed manhood to the full erect stage of manhood. When both of their faces were covered with each other's juices, then they would revert to the normal missionary or dog-style positions. This `Tarzan' had left the village as an angry woman in a man's body, but was returning as a person who enjoyed her relatively short time living as a man. This person enjoyed the masculine body, the acceptance by others as being a man, and the sexual attention that the beautiful Amazon was showering on Jane in her borrowed body. Jane had spent some of the walking miles, thinking about how to delay the transfer back into her real body, until after she was able to get both the current Jane and Laywan into bed at the same time. As they neared the village at twilight, both of them noticed that the village was still armed with guards, but they attributed that to the villager's being unaware of Brad's death. It was only when they were challenged by one of the guards, that they learned what had occurred during the four days of their journey. Four days ago, Sir Walter had returned to the mine, released the guards that had been tied up by Tarzan and taken a still injured Jane away from Nasroi. The person that the whole village knew as Jane was the prisoner of Sir Walter and was somewhere out in the valley. ****** A very angry looking Tarzan and Laywan quickly found Nasroi who was recovering from a nasty side wound that he got from his battles with one of the guards during Sir Walter's attack. Jane's first remark clued Nasroi as how to address her, in her temporary body "What happened to Jane?" Nasroi looked straight at Jane, understanding the need to keep the secret as he explained to the new arrivals "As we agreed, I stayed behind to look after Jane. Her head wound had quit bleeding, and she had regained some reasoning so that she could talk and move about but she was still acting funny. She didn't have any memory of what happened or who she really was. She had forgotten everything. I almost cried as I sat there talking to her, knowing that she also didn't know who I was or how she had been injured." Understanding his meaning, Jane nodded for the injured man to proceed. "You'd been gone four or five hours when I heard a noise coming down the hallway. Thinking that it was you returning, I opened the door and saw five bodies rushing me. I didn't have any weapons but I fought them with my hands and rocks but they quickly overpowered me after one of their spears penetrated my side. Even severely injured, I tried to protect Jane but they carried her away. It scared me to see the old man leading them - the one who had been Jane's friend but was now her captor. He wasn't surprised to discover that Tarzan had escaped and had gone after Brad. He told the other men that they wouldn't follow Brad because that's where Tarzan was going. As they easily led a very confused Jane out of the room, I crawled after them but I couldn't keep up with them because of my injuries. It took me three to four hours to cover the half mile distance to the entrance where I was found by some of our villagers. The old man and Jane had disappeared and we haven't been able to find them." ****** Two days later a very tired Tarzan found one of the men who had taken his former body prisoner. The outlaw had sneaked back to the village to pilfer some of the gold that the villagers had brought back from the hillside. Questioning by Laywan's most experienced interrogators revealed little. The small bunch of outlaws knew that the other outlaws were dead and they were trying to hide until such time as when they could escape the valley. Two of them had argued with the other three men and left, returning to try to steal some of the gold, while the other three were escaping. One of the outlaws wanted to kill their injured female captive, claiming that the woman was dead weight, but Sir Walter had convinced them that she was the ideal hostage as long as Tarzan was looking for them. This captured outlaw verified that the injured woman hadn't recovered her memory yet. Laywan tripled the guards to the only mountain valley exit but Jane didn't think that was how Sir Walter planned to escape with his injured captive. So Jane prowled the areas around the river until she found signs of trees being recently cut down and dragged to the river. She ran along the river cliffs searching for the raft that she knew must be hidden somewhere within the shadows of the river cliffs. Then Jane saw the crudely-made raft in the middle of the stream and about three hundred feet above where the four-hundred-foot waterfall dropped into the Momgua's valley territory below. On the raft were two native outlaws, one white old man who was easily recognized as Sir Walter and Jane's real body. Her real body was dressed in her Amazon clothing and tied to a box which looked like one of the small gold boxes from the mine. Turning to the two warriors accompanying their new warrior leader, Jane declared "I'm going after her. Tell Laywan where I've gone." Diving from the sixty-foot high river cliff into the river, Jane swam toward the raft, recognizing that she wouldn't catch up to it before it went over the falls. Turning toward shore, she began running along the shore and had almost caught up to the raft, when it went over the falls. Stopping at the cliff edge, Jane stared into the misty pool below, hopping that she would see the raft and its precious cargo. After two minutes of nothing appearing, she saw a log float out of the misty pool, on down the river. The raft had busted apart when it hit. Looking down the steep cliff edge, Jane confirmed what Laywan and others had previously told her, that there was no way to climb all the way down the cliff. Jane stared at the cliff for a minute and picked out a potential path where she could climb, drop, and slide to a point where she would be about a hundred and fifty feet above the pool. It was still too high to dive into the pool, but maybe she could survive a jump. Jane spent the next hectic twenty minutes going down the slope, not caring that her hands and male body were bleeding from several cuts from her reckless hurtle down the steep and dangerous cliff face. Every two or three minutes, she would pause to re- examine the pool through the mist, hoping that she would see `Jane's dark head' of hair, cursing as the lower that she went, the mist further obscured the pool until she couldn't see anything within the pool. She was only able to see various cut logs float down the river. Finally working her way along a narrow ledge, Jane decided that this was as low as she could get - to within about one hundred and thirty feet above the misty pool. Balancing for a second as she peered through the heavy mist, she noticed the busted pieces of wood caught in a logjam on the other side of the pool - pieces of wood that looked exactly like the box that her real body had been tied to. Not waiting another second, she leaped out as far as she could, hoping that she would clear the rocks at the base of the falls. As soon as she entered the mist, she twisted so that her feet would break the fall. There was silence then a loud boom exploded in her ears as she hit the water. Being an experienced cliff diver, Jane knew that something was wrong. She tried to swim, but the breath had been knocked out of her male body, her strong arms weren't working and her feet felt leaden. It took a lot of effort to swim to the surface. Reaching the water's surface, she stared through blood-shot eyes, she saw the remains of the wooden box jammed against an old stuck log. She tried to swim but one of her arms wasn't moving and she was only able to do a modified dog-paddle stroke. Reaching the wooden box, Jane discovered through her blood-shot eyes that it was busted but that there wasn't any sign of his real body. She grabbed the log and pulled herself up on the log and laid there, trying to grab her breath as she searched through the mist. It panicked her when she realized that she was passing out from the very serious injuries to her borrowed body. ****** It took Laywan four days to get to the person that she only knew as Tarzan. As soon as the warriors had told her what he'd done, she took off through the mountains and across the pass, not pausing to rest at night as she continued to work her way around the treacherous mountain cliffs until she reached the base of the waterfall. She found him where he'd passed out on the rocks. He was feverish and confused from his injuries. She set his broken bones and nursed him for the next three days until enough warriors arrived to transport him back to the village. Their war chief drifted in and out of consciousness, frequently being so still that they had to frequently check him to see if he was breathing. Other times, he would be delirious, rambling about anything and everything. After the first demented mumbling session, Laywan gave orders that only she could watch Tarzan when he was delirious. They gave him a strong jungle herb to help him sleep so that his body could heal. He had several ribs that were broken, one arm was dislocated, a foot was broken, he had a concussion and his open wounds had become infected. If it had taken Laywan another day to get to him, he would've probably died from his injuries. As it was, he was going to have to heal for awhile - physically and mentally. As soon as she had some spare warriors, Laywan dispatched warriors to search the riverbank downstream, directing them that they had to find the bodies before they could return home. They found one body about four days down river - or what was left of it. The alligators had already sampled it. ****** They kept him asleep while they transported him back to the village. In all, it was almost three weeks from the day that he went over the fall before they started weaning him from the medicine, letting him drift in and out of consciousness. It took another week before the medicine wore off, a week where he rambled and talked about ever-changing subjects to Laywan who never left his bedside, unless Nasroi was guarding Tarzan. The day that he began talking normally, Laywan and Nasroi sat down beside the injured man's bed, happy that the worst was over. Laywan held his hand as she said "You've been asleep for a month. You were hurt bad in the fall which would've killed most men." "What about Jane?" the injured man croaked in his hoarse voice. "We searched up and down the river. We're sure that the rocks killed them and that the predators beat us to their bodies. It had to be a quick death, so I don't think that she suffered." There were several long seconds of awkward silence before Laywan said "You talked about a lot of things while you were delirious. At first, I thought it was just the fever causing you to be confused, then you began saying things that I knew must be the truth. When we returned to the village, Nasroi privately confirmed my suspicions. I know now that you're really Jane and that it was Tarzan in your former body that died when they went over the waterfall. Nasroi and I've thought about this unique situation a lot and prayed to our gods for guidance. Our prayers were returned with a sign that we interpret that things are as they should be. It was you in Tarzan's body that saved our village from the worst enemy that we've seen in over four hundred years. It was you that led us into battle and gave our warriors stories that our ancestors will talk about for years. It was you in Tarzan's body. Now that your real body is dead and the real Tarzan is dead, there is no one to claim your new body as their body. The body that you inhabit is now and forever your body. Neither Nasroi nor I'll ever tell anyone how it came about that you became our new leader. You are Tarzan - the man that I love and the man whose child I bear in my body. You are the only man that I've been with over the last several months and just as you saved my village, you have also brought new life to my body. I welcome and accept you as my mate - Tarzan!" Slowly Tarzan's lips opened, as a very hurt Jane said "I came here seeking adventure and love, little suspecting what fate had in store for me. Just as I accepted my fate when I was captured by the Momguas, I accept my fate to live the rest of my life as Tarzan." ****** -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /