SURPRISE! A BONUS CHAPTER FOR ALL YOU TARZAN FAN GIRLS!

Chapter 45 Mutual Admiration Society

Authors Notes: A bonus chapter for you! As you might expect, a lot of ideas for my long "First Homecoming" Tarzan and Jane sequel scenes ended up being edited out to keep the story moving. But they were cute little scenes of the life of Tarzan and Jane. While I am writing "Special Delivery", I reformatted a couple of scene edits that now stand alone just to entertain you as you wait.

Several of you have pointed out I write a lot about how beautiful Jane is naturally from Tarzan's eyes, but hardly ever describe Tarzan from Jane's point of view. So I am going to give you a fairly short one shot story of the couple's admiration of each other physically, from Jane's point of view, as their deep love affair is as physical as it is emotional.

This is pretty much T throughout.

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Even pregnant, Jane did her fair share of tasks. She wanted to and needed to. There was no special treatment of expectant females in the family. She was over seven months pregnant, but not helpless, and just moved a little more carefully and more slowly. As she returned with some bee hive honeycomb dessert both to satiate a craving and give everyone a treat for the night's meal, she stopped for a moment, and took in the entire scene from afar of Tarzan in the jungle and his ape family surrounding him playing and working together.

As the Count in his suits and cravats Tarzan always stood tall and erect, taller than most men of England. Jonathan was very confident in the world of men, filling out those suits Jane had tailored for him perfectly to emphasis all his features she knew so well every day here. There was a saying in her society that 'clothes make the man', and while he attracted respect that way, the anonymous author of that quote had never seen Tarzan in his full jungle splendor.

Tarzan was standing as natural as his ape brethren surrounding him as the Mangani Silverback. With commanding authority over his gorilla family and Jane, Tarzan was all man and all ape at the same time.

He was already on the high ground, but his six foot-plus frame towered above the rest of the members of the family, even Kirok, though he soon crouched in the 'all fours' stance of a simian alpha male and surveyed his family, ever watchful of predators, especially for the threat by the snakes. With the completed expulsion of the oil men, the truce established at the Jungle Council between animals expired. Jane was taken with the sturdy handsomeness of her beloved Tarzan. He took her breath away and her heart raced for him. The all-muscle 225 pound Silverback of the Mangani had everyone's rapt attention. He was at the peak of his power and virility at age 27, according to the Clan Greystoke family records, though he wasn't sure of his age himself. She loved being three years younger than him. It allowed her to feel like a giddy, smitten grammar school girl again, admiring and swooning for a certain senior boy she crushed on then, but was very glad that didn't work out. Tarzan was her husband and protector now. And Mangani mate.

Today, her Jonathan was truly Tarzan Lord of the Apes. There was little human about him, other than he was born human. He had naturally taken the position of dominance over the family, with his shoulders thrust forward and high over the others and his back arched upward. The others were all in positions of round-shouldered subservience. His thick, rock-hard biceps and triceps were flexed as he put much of his upper torso weight on his arms. That weight was held poised confidently forward on his knuckles as any male ape would carry himself. His shoulder musculature emphasized his thick neck muscles and handsome face and the deltoids rippled and stretched. A slight breeze blew his dark brown dreadlocks. Bits of leaves and twigs and moss were entwined in that hair, and she noted she needed to groom those out herself soon, leaving only the long, wiry dreads to run her fingers through, finding excuses to get close enough to kiss and caress him. The other females, other than Kala and Terk, knew never to groom Tarzan, and even her mother in law and best friend knew when to yield to Jane.

"Anything," she thought, "just to be close and touch him more."

Jane grinned, remembering that recently she hissed at one young female gorilla and bared her teeth at the female trying to approach Tarzan too closely to groom him. The female was very frightened and hid. Jane was momentarily aghast at her own animalistic behavior, but Terk laughed so hard and was so proud that Jane was truly Mangani that day without even thinking about it. She apologized profusely to the young gorilla later that day with a fruit treat offering, and remained friends.

Jane had never known Tarzan to have cut his head full of very thick brown hair that he clearly inherited from his father. It always seemed to find its own optimum length, and it draped long between the flexed shoulder muscles and around his face over his sharply angular collar bones that flowed outward from his neck muscles. He was like a modern-day Samson to her, and it was one of the many things that had originally drawn her to him. Few Englishmen wore their hair long, even though a lot of American Wild West frontiersman did like the cousin her age. But every strand of Tarzan's hair was always clean and healthy looking, just like the rest of him. Tarzan did not have a true beard or mustache, as he was still a young man, but he kept his facial hair trimmed with his knife whenever she shaved her legs and underarms. The slight stubble that grew on that prominent square jawline and upper lip between shaves always tickled her face delightfully when they kissed and caressed. It was rough and sometimes scratchy but she liked it that way. His stubble was a lot like their life together - rough and scratchy, but always exciting and loving.

Her blue eyes followed the rest of his body downward, as his masculine inverted triangular shape drew her gaze along inexorably.

His massive pectoral muscles and hard rippled abs, with his well-defined 'innie' belly button centered amidst his six pack were completely flexed tight, and she savored resting her body against the security of those warm hard muscles every night.

She knew how her body nestled into that shape beautifully for nearly two years now, with the added comfort and security of being able to feel nightly the always warm, large part of him that made him a man – meant only for her - resting against her backside. So many times now - since they learned how to become one reclining back to front - she'd simply raise one leg high, caress him, and snuggle deeper against him, and he'd quickly take her to cascading heights of ecstasy as only he could. It made sleeping together so incredible. She'd do it right now, as they'd done before, not reticent in the slightest to love him in front of and in the midst of everyone, as the others did with their mates, if only the priority of the family tasks didn't warrant her continuing her chores for the evening meal.

In his crouched position, the size and power of his gluteus muscles stood out with their chiseled division point in his buttocks as they flowed into the powerful trunks that were his legs. His legs were the most muscle-endowed part of him of all, with incredible strength and agility sculpted in those legs, terminating with no lack of strength through his shins and ankles all the way to his feet, shaped like no other man's, because he had learned to use them prehensile instruments. There was nothing he couldn't grasp with his toes that he couldn't with his hands too, and sex with him was ever more interesting because of that, also, to her delight. There were mud and grass stains on those handsome feet, highlighting them.

The vee shape of his abdominal wall where it transitioned into his tight waist and hips drew her eyes right to the forest of dark brown hair curls that surrounded his most prominent masculine features. Even the water buffalo herd's alpha male was jealous.

She remembered a particularly playful and frisky night recently when all her attention was focused on that part of him.

Inquiring rhetorically, Tarzan had breathlessly asked with his head cocked to the side in curiosity, "Wh-What are you doing to me, Jane?"

"With this? This is mine, Jonathan!" she announced proudly clutching him like a prize possession, and caressed him in a way he never before realized was possible, and the end result was explosive.

She sighed happily, remembering the warmth and taste of that night with him, and how fast he learned to do that to her too, and several times since. Her mouth and lower body moistened involuntarily.

As he crouched on his toes and knuckles, his buttocks were a full eight to ten inches from the ground, but one part of him still nearly touched the soil. As a virgin she was concerned that something that large would hurt her. But because of his gentleness at first and her unexpected flexibility, they fit together perfectly, and every wonderful time since. She had a clear view of the dangling twin oval shapes that carried his blessed seed that created their child inside her. They were soaked every time, which is why they were so surprised and frustrated that her first pregnancy took so long to happen.

The entirety of that supremely masculine body could crush a giant snake and subdue any sharp-toothed predator of the jungle, as well as carry both of them through the forest on a vine simply with his legs and toes gripping the vine while she was in nestled in those amazing strong arms. All of which she had seen him do. But in the safety of their beds and nests, all the controlled power of that body was as gentle and loving as a newborn kitten, and excited her to the highest levels of ecstasy on countless occasions.

Her femininity craved him, and her body prepared for him, but that was for much later in the evening.

Finally, there were those deep green eyes, as penetrating to her as the rest of Tarzan. She met his gaze, and realized that he had been staring back at her for some time, knowing she was deeply admiring him and was mentally making love to him. He flashed that cute knowing grin at her with a cocked head glance. He knew what she was thinking. She blushed hard, shivered with excitement, looked away in that endearing 'shy Jane' glance, and she brought the honeycomb to the family members, hooting happily the gorilla way at him during her entrance back into the nest, making sure she rubbed her breasts against him long and slow.

She was interrupted mid way through her plan. Tarzan's open-mouthed kiss met and parted her lips hungrily and he wrapped her up in his arms in a strong embrace. She felt the pressure of his instant response.

Dinner was delayed that night. But no one minded. Tonight, the best entertainment came before dinner.