Jane's Playmates (A Tarzan and Jane Adventure) Page 4

  Semen flowed down the insides of her thighs like a milky river. By the time the seventh Azande had fornicated with her, Evelyn wasn’t crying any longer. She quietly endured the assault. It seemed she had given up. The warriors began shouting and thrusting their spears into the air.

  “What’s happening now?” I asked.

  Carlos scratched his head. “Got no idea.”

  Something hard pressed against my lower back. I was comfortably ensconced in Mr. Collin’s lap. His breathing had become shallow and labored. I glanced at him. His eyes were half lidded, and his look smoldered. What on earth was the matter with him?

  A change occurred on the animal pelt. A heathen was on his back now with his glistening member thrust out before him. Two Azande’s forced Evelyn onto the penis, and she groaned.

  “Whoa, boss. Did you hear that?”

  “Sure did.”

  The native hammered upwards into her while another knelt behind her, pulling her cheeks apart. I knew Evelyn loved anal sex. She’d grown perplexingly quiet. He held his enormous tool against her tight hole and pushed the tip inside. With one fluid thrust, he was buried deep in her ass. Both heathens worked her aggressively, reaching climax at nearly the same time. They quickly withdrew themselves and moved aside. Two more were suddenly in position, and they fucked her in unison. By the time the third set had arrived at her respective holes, Evelyn was moaning. The harder they fucked her, the louder she moaned.

  Mr. Collin’s arm tightened around me. That hard part of him continued to press into my lower back. I glanced at him. “What’re you doing?”

  His warm breath was in my ear. “I…would you mind touching me?”

  “What?”

  “Carlos, why don’t you take a little walk. I need to have a talk with Miss Tennent.”

  He smiled knowingly and got to his feet. “Whatever you say, boss. It sure is gettin’ hot in the jungle.” He wandered off with his rifle in hand.

  “You’ve seen my cock before. Don’t you want to see it again?”

  I gasped. The heat of his stare was making my pussy throb. A loud moan distracted us. On the pelt, Evelyn rocked her hips up into the large black cock in her ass.

  “Oh…God…yes! Yes! Fuck me you filthy savage! Fuck me!” She moaned like an animal in pain.

  The natives began chanting, and the sound was slightly different than before. The two Azandes that were plundering her were taking longer to reach climax. It was as if they sensed she was nearing her peak, and they wanted her to reach it.

  “Fuck my ass! Fuck it! Oooh…ooohh…Yes!”

  I slid from his lap. He’d undone his pants and his hard, white member sprang out. I suppressed a shocked gasp. I’d never seen one in broad daylight before.

  “Why don’t you touch it?”

  I glanced at him.

  “Please.”

  I chewed my bottom lip. “I shouldn’t.”

  “We’re in the wilderness. Rules don’t apply here.” He murmured persuasively, “You can do whatever you want, Jane. No one else has to know.” His long fingers massaged the tip. It glimmered with a drop of clear fluid. “I won’t tell anyone if you give it a little lick.”

  I gasped.

  “You godless, soulless heathens,” shouted Evelyn. “Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck me you black beast!” She sobbed and moaned at the same time. “Oooohhh…God!” She groaned loudly, and the natives shouted and stomped. “Oh, yeah. That’s right. Fuck me! Fuck me!”

  He gently took hold of my face. “You look like an angel, Jane. I’ve never seen anything so beautiful. That day on the dock, when I first saw you, I was thanking my lucky stars that I’d be escortin’ you into the jungle. Every day I thank the stars.”

  His sweet, seductive words were working wonders on me. My tummy tensed, and my pantalettes dampened. “Truly?”

  His thumb swept over my lower lip. “Yeah.”

  “You’re not just saying that because you want me to…lick your thing, are you?”

  “No.”

  He kissed me, and it was warm and lingering and surprisingly gentle. His beard felt bristly against my skin. This was not like kissing a woman. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed myself against him. His tongue pushed passed my lips and entered my mouth. The feeling was so intense and wonderful that I moaned.

  I pulled away to look at him. “I like this.”

  He chuckled.

  “More, I want more.”

  I attacked his mouth with eager determination. I wanted to feel him deep inside. His tongue was larger than Evelyn’s. It filled me completely. As my chaperone continued to scream and moan in the background, I gave myself over to Max and fully embraced the gifts he was offering. We kissed for an eternity, neither in any rush to break the contact.

  He grasped my hand and wrapped it around his penis. A real cock was far more forgiving than a wooden phallus. It had to feel even better inside a tight pussy. I massaged him shyly.

  “That’s it. Keep touching me, Jane. Don’t stop.”

  It throbbed beneath my fingers and fluid escaped on the end, which helped lubricate the shaft as I worked him up and down. His eyes were closed, and his mouth was partially open. The intimate massage was having an effect on him. He seemed to enjoy it immensely. Curiosity propelled me to lower my head and kiss the tip.

  He groaned.

  “Fuck me with that big African cock! Yes! Yes! Yes!”

  As the natives stomped and shouted, I closed my mouth over the top of his wonderful tool. His hands went to my hair, and he held my head in place as I suckled the end. I was gentle at first, not knowing what to do, and then, as his moans increased, I felt emboldened and drew it in further until I gagged. Each time I tugged on his penis, my pussy contracted. The differing events were entirely related, which was odd. The more I suckled, the wetter I became. My nether regions were distracting me horribly. I couldn’t concentrate on what I was doing. Something had to be done.

  “I…need…please, Mr. Collins.”

  “Max.”

  “Yes, Max.” I lifted the bottom of my dress and pulled down my pantalettes. “Would you be so kind as to touch me?” His smile was a mixture of amusement and wickedness, which sent a delicious shiver through me.

  “I’d be delighted to help you.”

  “Thank goodness.”

  He chuckled. His hand was on my stomach, and moving further south by the second. “You’re skin is gorgeous.” Appreciation shone in his eyes.

  As I resumed my personal attentions, his hand slid to my hot spot and a long finger stroked me. “Oh, yes. Do that.”

  “I will.”

  Taking him deeply into my mouth, I gagged and then persevered as he slid beyond my tonsils. He groaned loudly. His finger was wet with my juices as it stroked my sensitive flesh, teasing and inflaming me. I sucked his rounded tip noisily.

  “Oh, yeah!” shouted Evelyn. “Bring that great big cock over here and give me what I want, you fucking heathen!”

  “God, Jane, that’s so good.”

  I didn’t even hear him. I was floating in a pool of bliss. I never thought I would enjoy a man’s penis this much. Evelyn had warned me against the opposite sex. She said they were brutes and vagrants and their sole aim was to use women for their own pleasure. This one was giving pleasure as well as receiving it. His long, talented finger slid into my passage, and I groaned. It felt so good.

  He rubbed me skillfully, stroking deeply and seducing me with each pass. Was it possible to faint from pleasure? My stomach began to tense, and my sex clenched. I struggled to breathe as I worked him in and out. I wasn’t going to last much longer. I drew him in nearly all the way and moaned. A guttural sound came from deep within me. I shook and shuddered as the climax ripped through my system.

  “That’s right, honey. Cum on my cock.” Max pulled himself free and pumped his tool. “Oh, God. Do you want it, Jane? Do you wanna taste it?”

  The sight of his meat being milked in such an expert manner mesmerized me. “I…I think s
o, Mr.—Max.”

  “Open that pretty mouth, honey. Oh…God…now!”

  A rush of white fluid burst out of the end. It speckled my cheeks first and then a long stream squirted on my tongue. I opened my mouth wider as more cream sprayed. I caught every last drop. He pumped himself before me and groaned.

  “You’re wonderful, Jane,” he murmured.

  I swallowed his semen and smiled. “I think I like you, Mr. Collins.”

  He grinned.

  Chapter Seven

  We had barely adjusted our clothing when Carlos appeared. “They still at it, boss?” He took in my bedraggled appearance and smiled lewdly.

  Embarrassed, I turned away and glanced at Evelyn. I gasped. The huge African who had slung her over his shoulder was making his way through the throng. When it had been limp, his cock had reached half way to his knees. Now it was engorged and glistening with oil. It was longer than a large man’s foot!

  My hand flew to my throat. “Oh, dear.”

  “What’s wrong?” Max leaned into me.

  “Look. That man! Oh, my God. He’s going to…to…use her with that…thing!”

  “Sit with me, Jane,” he said. “Let’s watch together.”

  “But…won’t he hurt her?”

  “Doubt it. Come here.”

  Evelyn began to scream. “Look what the devil’s brought me! Look at that demon cock!” She was shouting like a lunatic. “I’ve been a very bad girl. You fucking ugly heathen! You scum sucking piece of shit! I want it! Oh, God, smite me now, because I want that big black cock in my ass!” Her hair was a wild, tangled mess. “I don’t care if I go to hell. I don’t care! I want that piece of meat!”

  The natives were chanting and thrusting their spears into the air. Their chief was seated on an animal pelt smoking something from a strange looking pipe. The breeze blew its pungent aroma to us.

  I waved a hand before my face. “What is that?”

  “Cannabis,” said Carlos.

  I sat on Max’s lap and leaned into him. His arms went around me, and his face rested against the side of my head.

  He whispered, “Are you a virgin?”

  I gasped. “Mr. Collins! That’s none of your business.”

  “I’d say you might be, but I’m not so sure.”

  “Ruminate all you want.”

  “That night on the steamer, you and your chaperone sure looked close.”

  “It’s not what you think.”

  “How so?”

  “She was administering her “relaxation technique”. When I’m tense and I can’t sleep, she…does that to me.”

  His throaty laugh rumbled deep in his chest. “Yeah, right. “Relaxation technique”, my ass. You’re havin’ oral sex, sweetheart.”

  Evelyn’s shouting distracted me from the charming Texan. She was on her knees holding the enormous shaft with both hands as she sucked on the swollen tip. It was at least the size of a small apple. Her mouth was stretched to its limits.

  I sat forward to get a better view. “Oh, my.”

  “Would you like somethin’ like that?”

  “No! Of course not.”

  “What other “relaxation techniques” does she perform? Has she fingered you?”

  “Shush.”

  He was near my ear. “Come on, honey. You don’t need to be shy. You can tell me.”

  I whispered fiercely, “It’s none of your business!”

  “I got a personal theory about your Ms. Foster. I wanna know if I’m right.”

  “You think she only enjoys female company?”

  “Somethin’ like that.”

  “I think…you might be right. She’s not fond of men.”

  Evelyn certainly seemed to be enjoying the seven-foot tall warrior she was servicing. The natives hadn’t let up on their chanting for one moment. They were whipping themselves into a frenzy, anticipating this particular mating. He had the biggest cock of them all. It was as if they were offering her their most prized possession.

  “Come on,” he persisted. “I gotta know. What else has she done to you?”

  “You’re irritating.”

  “I’m far worse than that, darlin’,” he purred.

  I settled into him. It was comfortable and safe in his arms. “What do you want to know?”

  “Has she fingered you?”

  “Maybe.”

  “What else?”

  “We have a wooden phallus.”

  “No shit!” He grinned. “You ain’t a virgin then. I was hoping to be the first. Now I find out you lost it to some stupid piece of wood. Damn!”

  “You’re a pig.”

  “I am. But that chaperone of yours is mighty perverse, if you don’t mind me sayin’ so. She’s a piece of work, that one. And, look at her. She’s enjoying what those natives are doin’ to her.”

  “Shush.”

  “What’s worse than a whore?”

  “Be quiet.”

  “I mean, even a whore wouldn’t fuck an entire tribe.”

  “Shush.”

  He murmured, “I guess if ya live long enough you see everythin’.”

  Evelyn was on her hands and knees with her bottom in the air. The huge warrior was slathering oil on her backsides. His long, dark finger slid into her anal cavity.

  “Oh, God, yes. Do it! Give it to me you filthy heathen!” He’d worked his entire finger into her ass. Sliding it in and out, it glistened with oil. “You can do better than that. Give me that cock! I want that cock! I’ve been a very bad girl. I need it. I need it!”

  “Like I said,” Max murmured. “Ain’t never seen nothin’ like this.”

  “She sure has ‘em going, boss. A rival war party could attack, and they wouldn’t pay no heed. They’re too busy gettin’ their—ahem—needs met.”

  “No doubt.”

  “Stop it, both of you. She’s a lady.” Why did that sound hollow to me?

  They snorted in unison.

  The heathen held his member and guided the fat tip to her bottom. Max’s arms were around me, and I squeezed them with worry. I was petrified by what was going to happen to my beloved chaperone. The huge bulbous head was beginning to cross the threshold.

  “Aaa…that’s it. Give it to me, you brute. You filthy swine! Give me that cock!”

  Bit by bit, the warrior inserted his lengthy root. He was nearly a foot away from her with only the tip buried. Her pale bottom was a stark contrast to the dark object that was protruding from her anatomy.

  Evelyn moaned and whimpered. “Oh, God. It hurts. Lord in heaven, it hurts. Don’t stop, you African bastard. Don’t stop. Give it to me. I need more!”

  The chants of the natives grew to a frenzied crescendo. They were pounding the ground with the flat portion of their spears making a thundering noise that sounded like a herd of wildebeests. This exhilarating display was a show of support for their fiercest, most well endowed warrior. The giant African grasped her hips and drove forward, ramming into her taut hole. He threw back his head and roared mightily. The shiny globes of his buttocks clenched with each thrust.

  “Dear Lord! Oh…oh…oooo!”

  How something so large could be embedded in a female body boggled the mind. I half expected Evelyn to break in two. Her anus opened for the warrior, stretching to accommodate the intrusion. She moaned low in her throat, and rocking back and forth from the force of the onslaught. The warrior opened his mouth and bared his sharpened teeth. Throwing back his shaved head, he roared. This was met with resounding chants. Spears were held up and feet were stomped. The earth thundered and vibrated. The Azande were possessed with a wild magic as they urged their warrior to reach climax in the white woman. They seemed out of their minds with lust. It was as if his cock represented them collectively.

  “Oh, God! Fuck me, you black beast. You must be a demon. No man can be this big. Oooo!”

  The black cock reamed Evelyn, sliding seamlessly in and out. Most of it managed to sink deep into her. His ball sacks were swinging with each thrust. Th
ey looked full and heavy. The heathen stiffened suddenly and moaned. The look of ecstasy came over his fearsome features.

  “That’s it! Cum in my ass! Yes! Yes! Yes!”

  He pulled his root out an inch at a time until it hung between his muscled thighs. White cream dripped from the tip. A flood of semen began to gush from her ass. It ran down the lengths of her inner thighs. Evelyn fell forward onto the animal pelt and moaned. Within moments, two warriors were upon her, positioning her for their pleasure.

  “I think we’ve seen enough,” said, Max. “It’s gettin’ late. We should head back to camp. Looks like this is gonna go on for a while.” He got to his feet and brought me with him.

  “How will she find her way back?”

  He looked confused. “Uh…not sure. We’ll send someone in the mornin’.”

  “They won’t kill her, will they?”

  “No, no,” said Carlos. “The chief promised to use her just for the night. Don’t worry, Miss Tennent. She’ll be fine.”

  A look passed between the men, which had me doubting that last statement. I was reeling from what I had seen. It was far too surreal to have happened. Evelyn’s ravishment continued unabated. The sounds of mating filled the forest.

  “You black bastards! Fuck me! Fuck me!”

  Max grabbed my arm. “Yep, time to get goin’.”

  Later that night, in my tent, I brushed out my hair. I had resorted to wearing the thin chemise to bed. The frilly nightgown was far too hot. I would be sleeping alone since Evelyn was otherwise occupied. Would they fornicate all night long? That thought was worrisome.

  “Evenin’, Miss Tennent.” Mr. Collins entered the tent. His hair was wet. He’d bathed somewhere.

  “What’re you doing?” I was suddenly alarmed.

  “Somebody’s gotta watch over you.”

  I gasped and pointed a finger at him. “Go away.”