Tarzan and Terk

"Why are we going back to the falls, Terk?"

"Hold on and you'll see, ya' hairless wonder."

Several weeks had passed since young Tarzan and his pal Terk had
accidentally triggered an elephant stampede.  Tarzan never realized how
menacing Kerchak could be when angry - he didn't need to do anything but
stare with those cold, dark eyes to make Tarzan feel as worthless as the
lowliest grub on the forest floor.  And he had been right - he hadn't
thought through the consequences of his actions

Still, it had all worked out all right in the end  That night, when he
had been at his most despondent, and thinking of running away, his mother
Kala had held him and told him that he belonged. She showed him that they
both had eyes, a nose, hands, and a heart.  He felt a lot better now,
even if he still didn't understand why he looked different.

Anyway, none of that seemed to matter when he was with Terk.  She often
tried to provoke him, like by calling him "hairless."  But Tarzan knew
she really liked him, even if she would never say so.  Terk would help
him keep up with the other gorillas, when he couldn't get a good grip on
branches with his flat hands.  And he figured that one of these days he
would be good enough to out-wrestle her.

Besides, he wasn't really hairless.  He had more hair on the top of his
head than any other gorilla, and had to be careful to keep it free of
tangles and ticks.  And he had noticed lately when he relieved himself
that there was a roughness of the skin around his penis, like hair was
soon to grow there.  He didn't really think he could ask Kala about that
though, and he certainly wasn't going to ask Kerchak.

"You're not planning to send me get an elephant's hair again are you?"

Terk stopped and feigned complete innocence.  "Would I ever make you do
something dangerous like that? Don't answer that. Nah, we're just going
to watch the elephants this time.  I think you're going to get a kick out
of this."

In the distance, Tarzan could hear the elephants making more noise than
usual.  Just what were they doing?  He wondered if their new friend
Tantor would be there.

"Why are they making all that noise, Terk? They aren't going to stampede
again?"  Tarzan asked, looking a bit concerned.  He didn't want to do
anything that would anger Kerchak - or worry Kala - again anytime soon.

"Naah, nothing like that.  Come on, pick up the pace, or we'll miss all
the fun."

Shortly, Tarzan and Terk emerged from the clearing on the ledge near the
falls.   Peering over the edge, Tarzan could see a herd of elephants.
They were all adults, and behaving strangely.  They were circling each
other, and making lots of trumpeting noises with their trunks.

"What are they doing, Terk?"

"This, my hairless friend, is elephant mating season." Terk grabbed
Tarzan 's shoulder with her left arm, and leaned down on her other elbow
to get a good view. "You don't get a show like this but once a year, and
you were too slow to tag along last time. You should count yourself lucky
that you have a friend like me who knows this town."

Tarzan watched one of the male elephants put his front legs onto the back
of a female, and heard him grunt as he tried to position himself.  Tarzan
knew what mating was, at least in theory.  Even though his mother and
Kerchak had always seemed very distant from each other, he had heard
other adult gorillas grunting in the jungle, and he knew that all the
baby gorillas had to have come from _somewhere_.  Still, he had never
thought about other species mating before.

"This looks sort of dangerous, Terk."

"Well, only if you're planning to jump in the middle of them again," Terk
replied with a smirk.

Tarzan thought her voice sounded even huskier than usual, but decided
that answering would only set himself up another for another verbal joust
from his friend.  Looking back to the shallow pool beneath the falls, it
looked like the bull had finally lined himself up with his mate.  Tarzan
couldn't see the elephant's penis from his overhead angle, but from the
elephant's grunts and thrusts, its sure looked like it was enjoying
itself.  He wondered if its partner was too.

Tarzan realized that he was beginning to feel a strange pressure between
his own legs, like he needed to relieve himself, but different, and even
a bit painful.  At first he thought that he must have been lying on some
sharp gravel, but when he shifted his body a little, he realized that a
rock wasn't poking into him - his own penis was becoming stiff, like a
rock!

Terk noticed Tarzan's discomfort, and moved her hand from his shoulder
down to the small of his back.  She looked at him and asked, "Something
wrong, pal?"

"I don't know, Terk. Watching this makes me feel a little odd."

"Does it now." Terk slid her hand down his back to the top edge of his
loincloth.  With a glint in here eye, she asked "Why does your mom make
you wear this thing, anyway?"

"When I was little, she told me that because I don't have any fur I
should wear it to help protect me from burs any other stuff."

"And do you always do everything your mother tells you to?" Terk asked,
again sounding husky - and looking straight into his eyes.

Tarzan got the feeling that Terk was about to dare him to do something
again, and whatever answer he gave would get him in trouble.  So he
decided to take the initiative.  After all, if they were all the same
_inside_, why should he have to add to the differences _outside_?  Tarzan
quickly sat up and slid the rope belt and cloth down over his legs,
before Terk had a chance to react. "No."

Terk looked a little aback by this turn of events - probably because she
wasn't in control any more, Tarzan thought.  "Hey Tarz', there's no need
to overreact, just because I..."

Terk paused as her eyes roamed downwards.  It was hard for her to see,
because his knees were partly in the way, but she could see that Tarzan's
penis was half-erect.  Back with a smirk, she inquired "Hey Tarzan, were
you hiding a banana in that loincloth, or are you just happy to see me?"

Uh-oh.  Tarzan thought that she _really_ sounded huskier than usual this
time, but didn't know quite what to make of it.  He decided he better try
to explain his body's strange behavior. "Um, sorry Terk, I must need to
find some bushes for a minute..."

"Oh, I think it's something more than that. I think you're excited."

"What do you mean?" Tarzan asked.

"I think watching our large gray friends down there has made you
interested in joining them in having some fun."

"No way, you're not getting me in trouble again!"  Having elephants try
to stomp you flat once was enough.  Besides, the only elephant he knew
who was his own size was Tantor, and he was a boy!

"I don't think you get it, my hairless pal. I mean with me." Tarzan
didn't think her grin could be any wider.

"With you?" Terk was his best pal, but he had never thought about doing
something like this with her.  Or with anyone.  Tarzan decided that she
must be putting him on again.  "I bet you don't even know what to do.".

"Sure I do."

"You've done this before?"

"Um, well, no.  But I've fooled around with the guys before you started
to tag along, and I've heard the old folks, just like you have. Don't you
trust me?"

If Tarzan had been thinking more clearly, he might have realized that
Terk was egging him on, as usual.  But he wasn't thinking completely
rationally. He was now fully erect, and was possessed by feelings he had
never felt before. He couldn't really explain them, but he liked them.
"OK. What do I do?"

"Come and lie down on this bed of moss with me.  You're going to like
this."

Tarzan nervously settled down next to Terk.  They were both laying on
their sides, facing each other.  Tarzan looked at her closely.  He knew
that girls didn't have penises, but he never had taken a close look.  But
because of the fur, he couldn't really see anything.  It seemed so
unfair.

Terk had been watching Tarzan watching her, but before Tarzan could
complain, she decided she had been patient enough.  She reached out one
hand and curled it around Tarzan's stiff rod.  "Hmm, maybe you are an
elephant - not only don't ya' have much hair, but one hand may not be
enough for this job."

Tarzan watched Terk spit into her other hand, lean onto her and stomach,
and place it on the head of his shaft, on top of her other hand.  Tarzan
couldn't help but notice that her hands were so unlike his - they were
rounder, and better suited for grabbing hold of things. But he stopped
paying attention to their shape when he felt her put them to use, and he
felt a wave of pleasure wash over him.

"Ya like that, don't ya." Terk said with a smile.  She kept sliding one
hands up and down his engorged penis, but moved the other to cup his
testicles.  Tarzan moaned and cooed as she caressed his small acorn-size
balls.

The boy's giggles turned to breath holding when Terk stopped petting him
and lowered her head into his groin area.  Tarzan was not sure what Terk
was going to do, but he was even more excited than ever before.  He felt
her hot breath against his genitals, and heard Terk began to sniff around
his penis and testicles.

His body jumped when he felt a warm, moist sensation against the side of
his erection. Terk had licked the side of his erection.  After a few more
exploratory licks, she took his penis fully into his mouth. Tarzan lay
back, spread his legs wider, and began thrusting his groin at Terk
sucking mouth.  He shuddered gently, the new and incredible sensations
washing over him making it impossible
to speak.  It felt especially good when she gently pulled back his
foreskin with her teeth.

Terk bobbed her head up and down, and quickly Tarzan felt something
rising at the base of his shaft, a tightness like he had never felt
before.  Terk seemed to feel it too, because she suddenly stopped and
rolled over on her back.

"Hey, why did you stop?"

"We've got plenty of time, Tarz'. Why don't you come over here for a
while and return the favor."

Tarzan didn't particularly feel like waiting.  His balls and penis felt
swollen, and he wanted release _now_.  Still, even she was demanding,
Terk was his best pal, and fair was fair.

Tarzan crawled forward between her legs.  He now could see her - well,
mostly.  Instead of a sheath, like the male gorillas, she had two lips,
with fur right up to edges. In between he could see a hint of pink.  But
he wasn't sure what to do.

"I don't know what to do, Terk."

"Just give it a try. You're clever enough to figure it out."

Tarzan started to stroke the outer edges of her cunt lips.  Terk seemed
to like that, she began to move her legs around.  One spot at the top
seemed particularly sensitive, and when he stroked her there, she brought
her legs together and locked her toes together, pulling Tarzan's mouth to
the top of her pussy.

"Let's see if that tongue of yours works anything like those elephant
trunks down below." Tarzan hadn't thought about the elephants in a while;
he guessed they were probably still going at it, but his hearing was now
muffled by Terk's soft, gray fur.

Tentatively, he took a lick of her outer lips.  It tasted mostly like
fur, but with a twinge of something else.  He moved his tongue in deeper.
_That_ got a reaction, as she began to pant, and grabbed on to his long
hair.  Her smell wafted over his nostrils; it was a funny, fishy smell,
but it was not unpleasant.

After a while, we found a rhythm, tracing the edges of her labia,
stopping at the hard spot at the top of her pussy, which made her go
crazy.  Before long, she was thrashing wildly, crying "that's it, keep on
right there!" and taking his head along for the ride.  Tarzan wondered if
he would have been safer among the elephants!  Suddenly, she took a sharp
intake of breath, and went rigid.

After a few seconds, she seemed to relax.  Tarzan pulled back a little
and asked "Are you OK,?"

"I'm most definitely OK, pal. The question is: Are you ready for some
real fun?"  With a big grin, her rear legs - still locked together - to
push on the small of Tarzan's back, until his face was even with hers.
Tarzan felt the head of his prick bang into her pubic bone, but he wasn't
sure what to do.

"Um,, I'm not quite sure what to do - or that we should be doing so."

"Don't worry.  You're safe in my hands.  Reaching under them, she guided
the tip of Tarzan's cock between her cunt lips. He gapsed as he felt the
warmth within.  Slowly, inch by inch, he eased himself in.  He felt a
slight resistance, but  before he knew it, he was completely enveloped by
her.  Supporting himself on his arms, Tarzan realized that he probably
need to move his hips back and forth to make this worth.  But before he
could start, grabbed hold of one of his arms.

Tarzan looked into her eyes.  They seemed deeper than he ever remembered,
more serious.  Quietly, she asked "Promise me one thing Tarzan. You're
never going to leave, right?"

Tarzan had never heard like this before.  She was always so playful, so
flippant.  But this was the real - the one inside, that loved and trusted
him.  The one that even looked more like him than any other gorilla, with
that shock of hair on her head.  And there could only be one answer.
"This is my home.  Why would I ever leave you?"

Terk let go, and leaned her head back.  Tarzan took this as sign that
things were back to normal - or at least as normal as they could be when
he had fully impaled his best friend with his dick, and elephants were
still trumpeting in the valley below.  Tarzan began to move his hips,
getting a fell for the mechanics of sex.

As Tarzan started pistoning in and out of, each thrust of his cool,
smooth shaft racked both of their bodies with waves of relief and
agonizing pleasure. Tarzan relished the feel of her soft fur as it
brushed his hips on each thrust. Terk's forearms rested on his shoulders
as he lowered his mouth to her open mouth to lick the rubbery, black lips
and the soft, wet tongue behind the sharp teeth.

Again, Tarzan felt something happening inside of him.  As he lay between
Terk's bowed legs, he at the same time he wanted to slow down to prolong
the feeling, but also to speed up and get to whatever was waiting for
him.  His cock began to pour streams of precum into, filling every space
within her and squeezing his already tightly clenched cock, swelling the
hard flesh like a balloon.

Meanwhile, Terk felt her cunt walls stretch and rub against Tarzan's hard
cock. Each thrust was exquisite and added to the growing fire in her
belly.  Every muscle tensed and clenched as her as a second orgasm
gripped and spasmed its way through her furry body. She pressed her hips
tight against his as she began a low wailing moan as her body stiffened
and curled around him.

Realizing what was happening now, Tarzan slid his arms around and under
the orgasming gorilla and thrust quickly into her now tight cunt.  A
flash of heat burned through him and he slammed his belly hard into as
his balls tightened for the first time and shot their load into his best
friend. As he jetted stream after stream of hot semen into her, he let
out as load a roar as he could - a roar that one day would be legendary,
but for now was still high-pitched.  Then, they pulled each other
together, gasping and holding each other in their orgasm, Tarzan's eyes
tightly closed and Terk's large head pressed against his as her eyes
stared unfocused into the jungle.

Then, just as suddenly, it was over.  The burning faded from Terk's loins
and the tightness within her cunt passed, letting Tarzan's  cock shrink
and slide out.  The two exhausted creatures fell apart ton the bed of
moss, still, limp and panting.  Slowly, a flood of Tarzan's come surged
from her vulva and ran down her thigh.
"Thank you, Tarzan." gasped. "No... thank you," replied Tarzan. "I never
felt anything like that before."

"Well, I guess for once I'll concede a wrestling match to you," said as
she sat up with her usual mischievous glimmer back in her eye, and jumped
on Tarzan.  Within a few seconds she had pinned him.  Then she looked
down at her inner thighs, and saw the mess of juices and sperm she and
Tarzan had left behind.  "Eww, look at this mess!"  Terk said, as she
jumped off of the boy.  She glanced at Tarzan, and saw that his smooth
skin was damp but mostly clean. "Hmm. I guess there are some advantages
to being hairless.  Well, I suppose we'd better go down to the water and
clean ourselves off."

Tarzan glanced down to the falls, and saw the elephants trudging off. "It
looks like we have the places to ourselves.  Last one there's a dung
beetle!" Tarzan began to scamper down the slope down to the water.

"Hey, that's my line!" Terk shouted, as she used her strong front legs to
propel herself ahead of him towards the narrow path down to the lake.

As he raced alongside his friend, a little voice inside of Tarzan
couldn't help but wonder: he had made quite a promise to.  He hadn't just
said that he would never leave the jungle; he had said that he would
never leave _her_.  Had he again jumped into something without thinking
about the consequences?