He leaves her on the table

Now that Tarzan had had a taste of sex, he wanted more. Badly.

All those strange dreams that started after he met Jane made a little more sense now, and he understood why the creatures of the jungle copulated so frequently. He felt like an animal in heat himself, and decided to make Jane his new mate. The last he saw her, she was sipping a drink with that boy from Treasure Planet and the nerdy man from Atlantis. Tarzan still couldn't understand why those wimps got cast for the newer movies, when he was available.

He found Jane right where he remembered, and judging by her slurred speech and excessive giggling, she'd had more than a couple of drinks. The two men were copping feels, enjoying taking advantage of the tipsy British girl. "Ooh! Tarzan!" she exclaimed as the two other men frowned. "You've been missing out on the most WONDERFUL conversation! Why, these two gentlemen were just telling me about the mating habits of OOOH!" Tarzan scooped her off her feet and carried her out of the main hall, Jane giggling and shrieking the whole way.

He found an empty bedroom and unceremoniously dumped the English priss on the bed, eliciting another round of giggling. "What are you doing, Tarzan?" she asked sweetly, never imagining that the jungle boy had undergone a sexual awakening over the last hour. When he ripped off his loincloth to reveal a throbbing erection, though, she started to get some idea.

"Oh! Oh, my..." she stammered. Tarzan strutted right over to the bed and roughly ripped off Jane's dress, revealing that she wore no bra or panties underneath. "Tarzan! What do you think you're doing?!" she pleaded, vainly trying to cover her now-bare breasts and pussy. In answer, he rolled her over and pushed her down against the bed. Without warning he stepped forward, stabbing his huge erection at her **** cunt.

Jane's juices had already started flowing; she had a **** fantasy about Tarzan from the moment she saw him. Although she saw it as her job to tame this savage, in her mind she harbored thoughts of it being the other way--Tarzan turning her into a wild animal. As his cock found the mark, she moaned in delight. The **** left her mind fuzzy enough that she couldn't question his behavior, only enjoy it.

Tarzan's animal mind was secretly pleased that Jane's pussy was well lubricated. It allowed him to thrust in and out painlessly, so he immediately humped with wild abandon. As he had seen animals do, he grunted with each thrust. Jane shrieked and moaned as well, feeling her **** cunt stretched to the limit by the jungle boy's impressive member. He paid no attention to her needs or pleasure, only taking what he wanted like an animal. In reality this was exactly what Jane wanted: to be treated like a rutting animal.

Since he had cum so recently, Tarzan had impressive staying power. His excellent physical condition also gave him tremendous stamina, so he hammered into the previously prim and proper girl at length. Jane, her prim and proper upbringing completely forgotten, only knew that her third orgasm was approaching and still the wild animal fucking her showed no sign of letting up. This was, no doubt, a fantasy come true.

After the third set of ecstasy waves wore off, Jane managed to wiggle forward enough to get off Tarzan's cock. He grunted in displeasure until he saw Jane turn over, grab both of her ankles, and pull her legs up to her shoulders. Her sloppy pussy was now an even more inviting target, and he pulled her to the edge of the bed so that he could continue to have his way with her. As he slid right back in, Jane closed her eyes in pleasure. "That's it, jungle boy. Fuck me good and hard!"

Tarzan couldn't believe the filthy things Jane was saying. He had never known her to be anything other than reserved and polite. "Stab it in me, you bastard! That's it--oh, yeah. Fuck me!" The added stimulus of seeing Jane grab her legs like a slut and speak to him like a whore raised the first tingles of that special sensation Tarzan so enjoyed with Jasmine. He started to pump even harder, leading Jane to grunt each time he buried his pole inside her.

"Yes! Take me, Tarzan! Make me your, uhhh, make me your fuck-toy!" Her eyes would close in ecstasy but then she would open them, staring straight into Tarzan's as if to challenge him to fuck her harder. She licked her pouty lips as he pounded her, inviting his inevitable orgasm. As the feeling grew, Jane sensed the impending climax and squeezed her pussy muscles. Seeing the look of painful pleasure on Tarzan's face she smirked wickedly. "Like that, jungle boy?"

Tarzan could do nothing but fuck--his mind was that of an animal. Jane was in heaven, finally being used the way she had dreamed for so long. As his jism began to shoot into Jane's willing cunt, Tarzan again screamed and batted his chest. Each powerful thrust sent jitters of pleasure directly into Jane's sensitive clit, ensuring she would not soon grow tired of this particular fantasy. Finally, spent, Tarzan withdrew and Jane lowered her tired legs. Their eyes met, and both of them new that their relationship would never be the same...