Tarzan and Jane
Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2001 8:28 am
Jane was growing increasingly enamored with Tarzan, but soon realized that the shy jungle man was never going to make the first move. Taking matters into her own hands, she decided to broach the subject with him. At first she talked in euphemisms, but she soon realized she had completely lost him. Finally she decided the direct approach would be best.
“What does Tarzan do for sex?” she asked.
“Tarzan not know sex.” Exasperated, Jane explained what sex was, and at last he seemed to understand. “Tarzan use hole in trunk of tree.”
Jane was amused and just a bit shocked at his lack of knowledge. “Tarzan, you have it all wrong, but I’m going to teach you the right way,” She said as she stripped down and crawled seductively over to him on all fours. Tarzan smiled and seemed to understand the concept. He dropped his loincloth, and timidly at first, but then more boldly stepped behind her before hesitating and giving her a tremendous kick to the groin. Jane doubled over and writhed on the ground in agony before finally regaining her composure enough to ask him, “What the hell did you do that for?”
“Tarzan learn, always check for bees.”
“What does Tarzan do for sex?” she asked.
“Tarzan not know sex.” Exasperated, Jane explained what sex was, and at last he seemed to understand. “Tarzan use hole in trunk of tree.”
Jane was amused and just a bit shocked at his lack of knowledge. “Tarzan, you have it all wrong, but I’m going to teach you the right way,” She said as she stripped down and crawled seductively over to him on all fours. Tarzan smiled and seemed to understand the concept. He dropped his loincloth, and timidly at first, but then more boldly stepped behind her before hesitating and giving her a tremendous kick to the groin. Jane doubled over and writhed on the ground in agony before finally regaining her composure enough to ask him, “What the hell did you do that for?”
“Tarzan learn, always check for bees.”