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Tarzan leaves the jungle, comes to civilization, and applies for a job.
            Interviewer: Name?
            Tarzan: Me Tarzan
            Interviewer: Married?
            Tarzan: Wife Jane
            Interviewer: Children?
            Tarzan: Son boy
            Interviewer: Anything else to your name besides Tarzan?
            Tarzan: Tarzen, King of the Jungle
            Interviewer: Jane's Whole Name
            Tarzan: Jane's Hole named Pussy

Tarzan had been living alone in his jungle kingdom for 30 years with only apes for company and suitably shaped holes in trees for sex. Jane the reporter came to Africa in search of this legendary figure. Deep in the wilds, she came to a clearing and discovered Tarzan vigorously thrusting into a jungle oak. She watched in awe for a while.

Finally, overcome by this display of animal passion, Jane came out into the open and offered herself to him. As she reclined on the wild grass, Tarzan ran up to her and gave her a big *KAWABUNGA* kick in the crotch.

In pain, she screamed, "Why on earth did you do that for?"

 Tarzan replied, "Always check for squirrels." 



Tarzan is walking through the jungle one day and gets in a fight with a lion. The lion rips off one arm, one of his eyes,and rips off his penis.

Left for dead, Cheetah finds Tarzan lying there and rescues him. Taking him up to their tree house, they give him a gorilla arm to replace the one he lost, an eagle eye for his eye, and a baby elephant's trunk to replace his penis.

After a few days of using his new parts, Cheetah asks Tarzan "How do you like?"

Tarzan replies "Me like new arm, very strong. Me like new eye, see far and good. But me no like new willie, all day long it picks up leaves and shoves them up my ass."

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One day, Tarzan was swinging through the jungle, minding his own business, when he slipped and fell 100 feet to the jungle floor. A passing elephant picked him up and took him to the jungle doctor's where it was decided transplants were in order. To replace the broken parts of the body, the doc gives him a cheetah's legs, a gorilla's arms and an eagle's eyes.

When Tarzan has recovered, he decides to head down to the local pub, and with his new body, can run faster, arm wrestle and play darts better than anyone else, so things progressing, he picks up a woman and takes her back to his tree house. But lo and behold, he finds that the doctor forgot about the wedding tackle, so he goes back to the doctor the next day, but the only part the doctor has is an elephant's trunk, so Tarzan agrees to the operation.

Two weeks later, Tarzan comes back. "Wasn't it big enough", says the puzzled doctor.

"No, it's fine, the women love it", Tarzan answers. "The problem is that every time I walk over a patch of grass, me dick picks up a handfull and shoves it up me arse!"



I've had enough of this drivel...
Please take me back to the funny Funny Page
I think I'll stick around awhile and visit Joan Carter of Mars...
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JOAN CARTER OF MARS
(Chapters 1 to 3) Copyright 1995 by Alan R. Barclay (AKA Wordsmith)

JOAN CARTER OF MARS

CHAPTER ONE

With the lazy joy of a sleep-as-late-as-I-like Sunday morning, I awoke in a field of golden grass. I stretched and blinked at the yellow sun. It felt wonderful on my skin. I stretched and felt my breasts roll. I blinked.

I was naked in a field! My heart thumped. How had I gotten there? I sat up and clutched my arms to my bare flesh.

Back then, Joan Carter wasn't the sort of girl who went to sleep in the buff in a field. I would never have considered it. I couldn't figure out how I had come there. The last thing I remembered, I had been on a tour through a Scottish castle, built over even older Celtic ruins.

I have always been intrigued by myths and stories of magical places. That summer, I took all the money I'd saved working as a librarian and arranged a grand tour of all the old, mythical places in Europe. The trip had started and ended in the British Isles.

Legend told that a doorway to another world lay hidden in a cave deep in the dungeons of an old castle. I persuaded the old caretaker to take me to the legendary cave. As he turned the key in the lock of an old, iron-bound door, he said: "This is a bad place, lassie--there's some who've gone mad here--it does something to a person."

I smiled at what I thought was quaint tradition. He opened the door and handed me his flashlight.

"There ain't room fer more than one to have a look. You go ahead."

I took the light and stepped forward. Inside the door was a cave barely large enough for one person to stand in. The light caught at something on the wall and scattered in rainbow streaks. I saw that the walls were crystaline and caught the light. The patterns in the crystals were eery and magical. The blinded me, piercing my head. The next thing I remembered was waking naked in that field.

As I sat up I noticed something else. I had changed. Blonde hair cascaded around my shoulders. I felt a lock with my fingers--it was silky and had a redish-gold tinge. I looked down at myself.

The body I knew was short and a little thick around the middle, with brown hair, and nearly flat breasts. As I looked down at myself, I saw firm, round breasts, a flat stomach, and long legs--and every inch, tanned brown as if I'd lain in the sun for weeks. The familiar dark thatch of pubic hair between my legs was also gone. Instead, my mons was naked. I ran my hand down that firm triangle of flesh and found no trace of stubble. It was strange to see the pink nubbon of my clitoris unprotected.

I looked about. I lay in a field of three-foot high grass. I seemed to be in a sort of horseshoe valley, with gentle hills ringing three sides. The mouth of the valley opened onto a line of sapphire blue, which emerged from behind one hill and disappeared behind another.

"This is a dream," I thought to myself. My heart slowed. "Yes. It must be a dream." I lay back and stretched out in the warm grass.

I smiled. Perhaps the crystal cavern had some hypnotic effect. Whatever it was, I liked it. I cupped my new, dream breasts in both hands and tweeked the nipples. the lips of my cunt flushed. I gasped, then giggled. I slipped a hand over my hairless mons and pulled at my clit with two fingers. Again, my body responded. I groaned, thrusting my cunt upwards. My fingers slipped down my slit, into hot, moistness. I spread the slippery fluid over my cunt and began to stroke myself into ecstasy. Every so often, I ran a hand over a firm breast, or up the length of my leg. I soon had three fingers deep in my slippery vagina, twisting and reaming, while I worked my clit with my thumb.

Just as I shuddered into orgasm, a strange thing floated overhead: a ship. Twenty-feet up and maybe twenty feet long, it was rigged like a small sailing ship. The hull was flat on the bottom, and instead of a single keel it had three shorter ones, one under the bow, and two on either side of the stern.

And, over the side, a man grinned down at me.

I shrieked, jumped to my feet, and ran. I bounded over through the grass, heading for the nearest hill. Behind me I heard hearty laughter and a deep, mellow voice call, "Shira viru, Frena?"

I looked back as I ran. And tripped on something. I fell face forward to the ground, my palms and one knee driving into the ground. Something hard scraped my knee. I climbed to my feet, brushing grass >from the barked skin. It hurt an awful lot for a dream.

As I got to my feet, I looked back. The airship had landed, settling on its tripod of keels. Halfway between, the ship and I, a young man--naked skin as bronze as my own now was--bounded after me. "Toso, Frena?" he called with a note of concern.

I suppose my mind froze for a second. Here I was standing naked before a stranger, with no hope of hiding or covering myself. So I stood up, flaunting my body in defiance of my modesty, and raised a hand. "I'm alright," I said.

The man stopped just out of arm's reach. He was clothed only in a leather harness which crossed his chest, and a flowing red cloak. A sabre hung at his side. The muscles in his arms, chest and stomach were well defined, but not bulging. I noticed he, too, had no pubic hair, and his cock--I'd only ever seen two close up before--seemed huge, even though it hung limp.

He raised an eyebrow and smiled. "Seyu toso," he said.

I shook my head. "I don't understand."

He frowned. Then he touched his chest. "Shodu," he said. "Shodu."

I started to shake my head again, then a thought occurred to me. "Tarzan!" I laughed. "Me, Tarzan. You, Jane. Right?"

He smiled with eyes frowning and tapped his chest again. "Shodu."

I placed a hand between my breasts. "Joan."

He reached out and touched the back of my hand. "Tone," he said.

I shook my head. "Joan." I exaggerated the 'J.' "Joan."

"Jone?"

I smiled and he did, too. I touched his chest with my other hand. It was hot from the sun. "Shodu."

He grinned at me again. A hot flush of desire ran through my body. I'm sure he could see my nipples harden. I blushed pink from belly to forehead.

Then he knelt before me. I stepped back, pulling my hands to my chest. He smiled gently, pulled something from his belt, and gestured towards my blooded knee. I understood. With one strong hand he gripped the back of my leg. The thing he held in the other hand looked like a salt-shaker without holes. He swabbed it over my scraped knee. It stung and I jerked back, but he held tight and finished the job.

After a few seconds the pain disappeared. I could see that the scrape had already healed. "Magic," I thought dreamily. I smiled and said, "Thank you."

Shodu looked up at me, his eyes travelling the length of my body. He slid his hand up the back of my leg until it cupped my buttock and said in a breathy voice, "Seru komina, frena!"

I blushed again, but did not pull away. "What a wonderful dream!" I thought. I put my hands on his hard, tanned shoulders and stroked them. My body flushed, my nipples burned, and my cunt became slippery. He kissed the inside of my thigh. I groaned and pushed my body against him. His tongue played up my thigh into the fold at the edge of my crotch.

Then he sucked my clit between his lips and began to work it in and out. "Oh, God!" I moaned. "No one's ever done that." He smiled up at me. His hand clutched my buttock. Wetness started to flow from my cunt. He gripped my other buttock and pulled my crotch tighter to his face. His tongue flicked down my slit. I threw my head back. "Mmmm! Only in a dream!"

Shodu stood up, his chest pressing against my jutting breasts. I pulled his mouth to mine. His tongue thrust between my lips. I opened my mouth wider. My heart pounded, my body melted against his. I could feel his cock brushing my thigh.

I broke the kiss and looked down between our flushed bodies. His cock hung half-erect to one side. I touched it with one hand. It jerked a little, hardening.

"Fulyu trin!" Shodu's voice rumbled in his chest.

I grabbed his cock full in my hand and stroked it. It swelled, the foreskin slidding back. Shodu groaned. His hands gripped my waist and pulled down. "Sukru!" he said in a commanding voice.

I frowned at him. "I don't understand."

He bobbed his head forward and enveloped one of my hard nipples in his mouth. He sucked hard on it. I groaned.

"Sukru!" he said. Then he nodded his head downwards.

"Oh!" I went down on one knee and thrust a tentative tongue onto the head of his cock. I had never tasted cock before. It was salty and a little bitter.

Shodu grabbed my head and pulled me closer. I slipped my lips around his glans, then slid my mouth down his shaft. He groaned. I sucked my cheeks hollow and he began to thrust.

I had never had a man's cock in my mouth. Joan Carter the librarian had always been a 'proper' woman, afraid of being labelled a slut. The two men I had had experience with never saw the inner me--I kept my fantasies to myself and only took my nightie off under the sheets in the dark. Sex on those terms never lived up to my dreams. But when I first met Shodu the situation was so impossible, I could only believe it was a dream. And that belief gave me courage to play out my fantasies.

I sucked hard, engulfing as much of Shodu's hard cock as I could. He groaned and stroked my hair. Then he pulled my mouth from his rod. "Hiru," he said. He gently pushed me back. I smiled and lay back in the golden grass. "Nodru Kopri vos," he said as he knelt beside me. He stroked my breast, then ran his hand down my belly to my crotch. **His cloak and sword**

"Touch me," I groaned. I pushed my cunt upwards. His fingers stroked the inflamed lips, fingertips just slipping into my wet hole. "Oh, yes!" I spread my knees wide and grabbed his cock. "Make love to me." He grinned as I pulled him between my legs. I smelled the clean, musky sweat on his chest. Gently he peeled my hand off his organ and took hold of it himself. He rubbed the head over my clit, then slid it down and in.

He speared into me with a brief tearing pain--it was the same feeling I'd had when I lost my virginity. I cried out, but he stroked my blonde hair and began slow strokes. The pain passed. Soon I was gasping under his thrusts, my cunt hot and slippery, my hands clutched on his back. His rod slid in to the hilt, the head pushing deep inside me, the shaft stretching my cunt-lips. I moaned fragmented sounds, pushing my feet against the ground. My buttocks rose to meet his thrusts, then thumped against the flattened grass.

I threw my head to one side. "Oh, god!"

"Coru dat!" He laughed and pounded faster.

"Oh, god!" I squirmed under his sweating body. A rhythm built in my clit, a throbbing that kept time with our fucking. Pleasure swelled in my pulsing cunt.

Suddenly, Shodu looked up.

"Shodu!" a female voice called. "Torod ro Kiru!"

Shodu pulled away. I clung to him, trying to keep his body pressed against mine. "Shodu!" I said. "Shodu, Stay with me." His cock slid out of my slit, leaving me inflamed and wanting.

"Surud, frena," he said. He stood, his cock glistening with my pussy juice, and held a hand out to me. I took it and stood up, pressing my hot cunt against his thigh.

"Koro, Shodu!" the woman called again. She stood on the deck of the airship, wearing a cloak and harness like Shodu. Her body was more generous even than my new one--her breasts were the size of canteloupes held in golden cups which did not cover her large brown nipples, her waist thin, and her hips ample. A band of gold filigree held her raven black hair above her forehead.

Shodu pulled away from me and walked toward her. I stood unmoving.

"Shodu." She stomped her foot. Her breasts jiggled.

My lover ran to the airship, bounded aboard, and knelt before her. He said something in an apologetic tone. The raven-haired woman spun on her heel and walked away from him.

He stood up and lowered his head for a moment. Then he turned and called to me. "Como surud, frena?" He held out his hand and gestured me towards the ship. I took a few steps forward. Shodu gestured again, and rolled his eyes towards raven-hair. "Tolo pussa!" he whispered.

I grabbed the rail and began to pull myself up. Shodu lent a hand. Raven-hair stood in the prow of the airship, the wind blowing her cloak tight against her magnificent body. As I thumped to the deck she whirled.

"Scota orocot kronum!" she said. She sneered and pulled a dagger from her harness. Shodu moved between us.

"Tukoh ree koron!" he said. He gripped his sword- handle.

Tona stomped her foot again, but whirled and returned to the prow. Shodu stroked my arm.

"Kuru aht," he said, pointing at the deck. He moved away. I started to follow, but he pointed again. "Kuru aht!" I nodded. He obviously meant 'stay here.'

He walked aft and bounded onto the pilot's deck. On that deck two shafts stuck out of the deck, each topped with a three-foot diameter wheel. One was red, the other white. Shodu spun the red wheel a quarter turn. Something below the deck clicked like a ratchet. The ship jerked. I cried out and grabbed the railing. The airship rose like a balloon.

CHAPTER TWO

Shodu spun the white wheel a few degrees then bounded to the deck and unfurled the mainsail. The ship began to move.

The valley fell below the ship. The blue line at its mouth stretched out from horizon to horizon. I realized it was an enormously long canal. Shodu cranked the white wheel again and stopped, looking off to the horizon. He gestured to me.

I climbed up the steep stairs and stood next to him. He pointed. Some miles away a city seemed to grow from the grassy plain. Its towers and spires seemed to swirl up towards the sky, pastel colors of red, blue, and ivory. Several of the towers had spreading flat tops. I could just make out the shapes of several ships parked on those platforms. I gasped.

"Turuda!" Shodu said, holding his hand open towards the sight.

"Is that your city?" I asked. "Turuda?"

"Itsa! Turuda."

A short time later the airship floated over one of the colossal platforms. As soon as the ship touched down, Tona came above deck again. Shodu moved immediately to her side. I stood by the control wheels, eyes not quite meeting hers.

In one corner of the roof, the building extended up into a little cube with a door in it. From that door walked a man. He was bearded and wore a long white robe. Shodu helped Tona off the airship as he approached. The bearded man touched a hand to his mouth in a ritual gesture and bowed towards the woman. She replied curtly.

Then bearded man looked at me and spoke again. Tona said something sharp and pulled Shodu towards the door. Shodu spoke to the other man as he was hauled away. The bearded man sounded pleasurably surprised and walked over to the airship. He held out a hand. I took it and stepped off the ship, brushing against his robe. Suddenly, I blushed, aware that I was naked, even of body hair.

"Bonjour, madame! Comment allez vous?"

I started. "Your speak French! Je... ah... parlez une peu."

A smile split his neat beard and moustache. "A little, yes. I, too, speak english."

"Where am I? I woke up in a field and Shodu found me. But he doesn't speak any language I've ever heard!"

He patted my hand. "It is much to learn. Come, inside. I will explain." He paused and kissed my hand. "I am called Zhok here. I was called Jacques on Earth."

"On Earth? This is some wild dream isn't it?"

"Non." He hooked my hand in his elbow and led me towards the door. "Come. You will learn."

[My apologies. I skipped some of the plot. Jacques takes Joan to an ancient artifact which implants the local language in her head. After the Learning Machine, she is so exhausted, she doesn't remember anything till she wakes in her bedroom.]

That evening I crept out of my chamber and found Shodu's room. I slipped into the room, but found it empty. Perhaps Tona had lured him to her apartment--in which case I was out of luck. I began to sit on the bed mat, when I heard a female giggle in the hall. Shodu's voice replied. He had brought her here!

I looked for a hiding spot. The only place was a big square basket like a clothes hamper. I jumped in. The top dropped as Tona led Shodu into the room. The weave of the basket left large gaps at even intervals, so it was easy to see out.

Shodu remained at the door, while Tona walked toward the bed mat. She let her cloak slide from her tanned shoulders. The red sash rested on her hips just below the narrowing of her waist. She sauntered across the floor, her round buttocks rocking, the red sash swaying between her legs.

Beside the bed mat she turned, head down, looking through lowered lashes. Her lips stretched into a wide smile. "So, my prince, we begin official courting tonight." She slid her palms over the curve of her full hips.

Shodu turned his head away for a second. "Yes, that is what we have agreed."

Tona reached between her legs from behind, caught the tail of her sash, and pulled it back. The red material bunched up and spread the flesh of her mons, tight black pubic curls poking out around the cloth. "Come to me!" she whispered.

As Shodu approached, Tona leaned back against the broad window sill, arms braced behind her. His hand clutched her thigh and his mouth covered her open, upturned lips. After a moment they parted. Shodu's hand slid over her thigh, under the red sash and stroked between her legs.

"Mmmm... " Tona said. She hoisted herself onto the window sill and leaned back into the alcove. Shodu's hand stroked over her black pubic hair as he kissed her throat, then the hollow below her collar- bone, the valley between her breasts, the gentle trough of her upper stomach, the soft oval of her navel, the crease where inner thigh meets pubis. Tona's eyelids drooped. She spread her knees, thrusting her crotch at Shodu.

He flipped the red sash back over her leg and slipped his fingers down the triangle of black hair to where it thinned to bare, fleshy lips. As Shodu kissed her clitoris, Tona grabbed either side of his head and squirmed. "Ahhh!"

For several minutes, she held him tight against her cunt. She writhed against his tongue, her buttocks first sidling side-to-side, then up and down, occasionally slapping against the warm sandstone of the sill. Occasional high-pitched gasps escaped her lips.

Suddenly, she pushed him away and slipped off the sill, turning around at the same time. She bent forward at the waist, resting her elbows on the sill. stroked one of her smooth buttocks in a cupped hand. He pushed his half-erect penis against her thigh. She whispered something, shifted her feet farther apart, and cocked her ass upwards.

Shodu ran his fingers down the inside of her thigh. His fingers slipped between pink folds. She rotated her behind against his hand and sighed deep in her throat.

"Fuck me!" she said. She twisted her shoulders around and reached out for him. Her nails scraped over his chest. Shodu smiled. With one hand he stroked the tight globe of her ass, and with the other, his penis. She turned her shoulders back to the window as his cock slipped over her anus and disappeared between her round buttocks.

"Ahhh," she gasped, voice catching in her throat, as Shodu sank his shaft into her. The prince clutched handfuls of Tona's flesh as he crushed her ample ass against his hips. He withdrew partway, his penis glistening wet and thrust again, beginning a steady series of long strokes, each ending with his body pressed against hers, swelling her flesh up, then down. She reached back to claw his chest again.

He leaned over her, still working his hips forward and back, the silky slide of skin against skin, the gently pop of wet flesh against wet flesh. He kissed the side of her neck, his hand seeking the bronze cup which held one breast. The cup fell to the floor with a gentle 'tink.' His hand cupped her swaying breast. Tona groaned and rocked her ass from side to side.

Several quiet minutes passed, the undertone of sliding flesh punctuated by small, delighted moans. Shodu began to vary the rhythm of his thrusts, three fast and short then two long and slow. At each fast series Tona would emit an "Oh!" or "Ah!" and push her ass back in response, the red sash swinging between both their legs. As he pulled out of her once again, she raised her left knee up onto the sill, crouching the other slightly. Shodu's penis slipped out of her, bobbing purple and slick.

Tona spoke in a breathy whisper: "Put it in again!" She pressed the tips of three long fingers against her clitoris, grinding the flesh in a circle so the pink labia swelled, then tightened, then swelled again. Shodu pushed his cock between her buttocks. "Uh-huhn!" she gasped.

Now Shodu stroked fast and hard, the lips of Tona's stretched labia clung to his shaft with each withdrawal. She continued to massage her clit, her fingers moving in circles, some fast, some slow. She moaned rhythmically.

"Oh! Oh!" The gentle slap of flesh. "Yes!" She bit her lip and ground her fingers into her plump labia. "Uh! Oh!" She jerked her hips up and down. "Mm!" Her flanks quivered, the tendons in her thighs corded. "Oh!" A louder cry: "Oh!" Her fingers clawed in her thigh. "Mm!" "Ah!" She gasped a long shuddering syllable: "Oh-hhh-hhh-ah!" Her shoulders shuddered.

Shodu continued his rapid thrusts, his face tight as he controlled his breath. He leaned back from the waist, rolled his eyes upward and groaned. A few fast strokes, then he cried out and crushed Tona's ass against his hips. He closed his eyes, moaning, pressed tight against Tona's body.

I don't know when I started, but I had my hand between my thighs, frantically sliding my fingers from slick hole to hard clit. A naked pussy is amazingly slippery when it's wet. As Shodu filled Tona with his come, a hot wave of ecstacy washed over me. I bit my lip and held back a moan, but a whimper escaped my lips.

Tona looked back over the curve of her raised buttocks and Shodu's hip, her black hair framing puzzled, heavy-lidded eyes. "I heard someone," she said. She pulled away from Shodu's glistening, half erection and rolled to her feet. She thrust our her chest, brown nipples bouncing on ample breasts, as she pointed imperiously at my basket. "Someone's hiding in there!" she declared.

CHAPTER THREE

I cringed in the basket. If I was really quiet, maybe Tona would decide she had imagined my whimper. No luck. She stepped up and flung up the wicker lid. I looked up at her helplessly.

"So!" she said, "the blonde lhooz!" The images from the language machine showed me a green, ferret-like creature.

"Hey!" I said. I started to stand, but Tona pushed down on my head, then slammed the basket lid over me. "He-ey!"

"Tona, beloved," said Shodu. "She is a stranger and a guest in my Palace."

I pushed up on the lid, but Tona hopped onto it. "I've seen your eyes on her!" she said. "My husband will be true to his oath. He shall fuck only me! If you wish to secure peace between our nations, throw this basket and it's contents into the swamp!"

"Tona, we are not husband and wife yet."

Tona snorted in anger and stood. "And unless you learn to please me, we shall never be!" Suddenly the wieght on the basket left and I burst up, tottering the basket over. I fell on my elbows and looked up. Tona threw open the door and flounced out.

Shody looked at me, his mouth flapping, then turned and ran after his fiance.

Fiance. I climbed to my knees and rubbed a bruised elbow. Obviously he was committed to some political marriage. But Tona was such a bitch, how could he stand the idea?

Shodu followed Tona out of sight around a corner. His voice murmured down the coridor, followed by her explosive response. I couldn't quite hear the words.

I bit my lip. Maybe I should leave, I thought. I stood and scurried out, just as Shodu reapeared. As I headed to my room in the lower floor of the Palace, my heart thumped. I wondered if I should go back and comfort him. Old habits flooded back. Joan Carter isn't the sort of girl men want to be comforted by my emotions said.

I paused in the hall. This is silly, I told myself. I looked at the new body I wore. It was a dream of sexual oomph: tall, small waist, big tits. And hadn't Shodu showed interest? Hadn't he defended me? I turned and started back to his chambers. He deserved an apology at least.

I hurried back down the hall, hoping Tona didn't have the same idea. At his door I knocked, then held my breath.

He blinked at me, then brushed a lock of blond hair from his face. "So, you've learned our language. I knew our Learned Zhok would be able to adjust the learning machine for you." He scowled. "Did you enjoy your little game?"

My stomach shriveled. "I'm sorry. I -- I -- " For The first time since I awoke in the field, I felt naked. I folded my arms over my chest, and pressed my knees together.

Shodu's eyes caught mine and I knew he was playing a game. He grinned.

"You bastard!" I punched him playfully in the chest, then let my hand linger in the fine hair on his tanned skin. He lowered his mouth towards mine and we pressed our lips toghter. Then I felt his tongue slip between my lips to play with mine. A warm hand on my hip directed me into his chamber and he closed the door.

"What about Tona?" I asked. I really wanted to ask "what about us" but I wasn't sure there was an "us".

Shodu pressed his fingertips into the edge of my mouth. "She doesn't like you. I doubt she would share a bed with us. If you like, I can ask a friend to join us."

For a moment, I was boggled. It didn't help that his hand had slipped to my neck and started down one breast. He had warm, gentle hands. "Wait! You talk like this is some casual thing. Do you -- I mean -- "

He pinched my nipple between thumb and finger until the sensation shivered down to my pussy.

"Oooh!" I caught my breath. "Listen, I don't understand you. Are you still going to marry Tona?"

"Would that I had a choice," he said. He took my hips in his hands and knelt before me.

"I got that part," I said. "But isn't it wrong to -- " He looked up at me. " -- to screw around on your fiance?"

He frowned. "We are not married yet. Until we are I have a right to lay with whoever I choose."

He pressed his cheek against my belly and brushed flesh over flesh. I closed my eyes and felt a warm wetness slip into the crease beside my clit. In a moment, Shodu had sucked my clit between his lips, squidging it in and out. A warm, swollen feeling flooded upwards into my body. I felt my teats crinkle and my pussy lips grow slick.

"Is this -- is this some sort of Prince's privilage or something? You get to sleep with anyone you want?" I wasn't sure how I felt about that. It was hard to think with his lips and tongue playing me to crescendo.

He pulled his lips away and I regretted my question. "It's no special privilage. The men and women of Toruda are free to couple as they like." He stood, sliding his hands up my sides. "My special curse as Prince is to be limited to one woman."

I looked into his dark eyes. "I don't understand."

"Zhok said you hadn't learned everything much of ways." He smiled and he directed my hand to his semi-erect cock. I got the idea and started to stroke it while he spoke. "I am a Prince of a Citystate. In order to cement trade and peace with our neighbor, Duvor, I must commit myself in a special ceremony called marriage."

His cock grew quickly in my hand. It was hot and wrinkled, and I felt a little moisture at the tip. I didn't care that he had a fiance, I wanted to feel his organ in my pussy again. "You talk like it's only you who has to do it. Everybody gets married!"

He kissed me and we spent a moment wrestling tongues. "Sweet stranger," he said finally. "Only Princes marry in Toruda."

Still jerking his cock, I said, "But how do people have kids then?"

He looked at my working hand and started to laugh. "You have to ask?" he said and he laughed even harder.

My face burned. I looked away and he kept laughing. I dropped his cock and turned my back to him. "I didn't mean that!" I said. "I meant: how do people raise children?"

I guess I sounded hurt because he stopped laughing. His hand stroked hair from my shoulder. "I am sorry, sweet stranger. Perhaps it is not funny to you." He leaned forward and breathed my name into my ear: "Joan."

I tilted my head back and his lips found my ear. I sighed. Maybe I was some sort of casual thing on the side, but it felt good.

"Joan," he said, "The mother's clan take care of children. Only in the marriage ceremony is a couple sworn to each other. It is our way." He cupped my breast in his hand and pressed his body against mine. I felt his cock pressing up between my buttocks. The head poked out below my naked clitoris.

"But -- "

He laid two fingers over my mouth. "Shh. There will be time for questions later."

I licked my lips and put aside my burning curiosity. I had him here, now. I reached behind me with both hands and grabbed his thighs. He pressed against me, mashing both my breasts with his hands and kissing my neck. His cock swelled, rubbing the lips of my swollen pussy -- so near, but not near enough.

I reached between my legs and caught his rod. My clit almost twitched as my hand pressed against it. I stood on tip toe and pressed his bublous cock-head into my pussy, then I slid down his shaft. The wave of pleasure took my breath away. I gasped.

Shodu twisted one of my nipples and I gasped again. Gently, hot chest against back and buttocks, we moved against each other -- sinuously, like snakes. "Oh my!" I breathed. "I've never done it like this before."

Shodu kissed my neck again then, pulled away. I turned and saw him sitting on the bed, his cock in one fist. "Come," he said.

I smirked and said, "I hope so." I couldn't help playing with my clit as I went to him. My naked cunt lips were so wet!

I caught his eyes and my heart raced. I was begining to get the impression people around here were pretty casual about sex. It sounded like committing to one partner was something reserved for political alliances. But I looked into Shodu's dark eyes and at his tanned shoulders and hard, defined chest and I wanted him all to myself.

I don't know how I did it so smoothly, but I stradled his knees between mine, sought his cock with one hand, and touched his face with the other. I bent to kiss him and simultaneously lowered my hips, guiding his cockhead once more between the folds of my cunt. My tongue slid into his mouth as his cock slid into me.

Our lips parted with a wet click. His hands cupped my buttocks and I held his shoulders and leaned back, letting his cock sink deeper. "Mm," he said, "you're good at this."

I couldn't help giving a lascivious smile. "It just seems to come naturally," I said. I held his gaze in mine, drinking in his eyes. Then I planted my feet flat on the floor and, supporting me weight, swirled my hips so his cock stirred around inside me.

He gripped my thighs, his arms tense, pulling me down. I resisted, letting rotations of my hip dance slid him in and out of me. Passion swelled from my clit into my belly burned my breasts. My hula dance had become as much a torture for me as it was for him. "I need you hard," I said.

I relaxed and let him pull me into his lap. But instead of the good reaming I wanted, he held me back. "Turn around again, Joan. Sit in my lap."

I turned, reluctant to let his cock slip from my hungry pussy for the moment it took. Eagerly, I thrust my buttocks down into his lap. His cock pierced my waiting cunt and his arms wrapped around me, hands pressing my breasts. I gasped and enjoyed his kisses on my neck.

But I needed his cock ramming into me. I leaned forward, hands on his knees, and began to bounce my buttocks against his thighs. Now I had the motion I wanted! His cock pierced and retreated again and again, driving passion into me. The inside of my thighs tingled, my breasts burned. I realized the wet slap I heard was my ass in his lap.

"Joan!" he groaned.

"Shodu," I rasped, eyes closed tight. My throat was tight with sex.

"Prince Shodu?" a voice said.

Oblivious, I cried, "More! More!" Orgasm burst inside me. I threw my head back moaning, savoring the passion flooding my body. Through it all, Shodu thrust rapidly, bumping my body up and down.

As orgasm subsided, I opened my eyes. A guard stood ten feet away, one hand splayed against the swinging door.

"Oh!" I tried to hop up and cover my breasts, but Shodu's grip was like iron. He made his last desperate thrusts and his hot cream surged inside me. I could only stare in stupification at the guard.

The guard shifted from one foot to the other. "Sorry, ma'am, but no-one answered when I knocked." He looked past my shoulder. "Prince! The Lady Tona has been kidnapped!"

TO BE CONTINUED . . .




 
 
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