This story was originally posted by Me and recorded with my own private permission (lol). Check out the Cheeky Chapters Podcast for a free and immersive audio version. In today's episode Jane takes charge of the Jungle-Man.

You know how this story begins…

“Stay away from me, like a very good Wild Man”, Jane yelled, kicking him away as he approached. She scrambled backward along the tree limb she’d been perched on, regretting climbing so high to get a good view of the gorillas below. After being at sea for weeks, then hiking days into the sweltering jungle; there wasn’t supposed to be anything that could surprise her anymore. But this ”man” was something entirely different and she was worried.

Jane was a fierce woman, confident and sure of herself even in the hardest times but calm and composed when challenged. Her father couldn’t persuade her to give up on this fool’s errand of studying apes in Africa and the captain stood no chance of convincing her to stay off the ship, even though she was the only woman aboard. As for a husband to dissuade her from following her passions; well let’s just say Jane was yet to meet the man that could keep up with her lust for adventure. No, she was in control and didn’t need anyone to tell her what she should or shouldn’t do

The jungle-man remained perfectly still, at the end of the branch watching her intently. Jane felt his gaze moving up and down her like a tiger stalking its prey. She wasn’t used to feeling overpowered but the energy of this man seemed to wash over her like a wave. He wasn’t a big man, but he exuded a large presence standing there in just a loin cloth. His lean physique seemed to be perfectly honed to moving around the trees. Gripping the vine he’d climbed down from, Jane could see his bicep tensing and flexing as the slight wind made the tree limb sway. Although his body didn’t move at all, her mind wandered briefly as she thought how impressive he was to stand so poised in such a precarious position. She snapped out of it quickly. This was a powerful man and she needed to be careful.

The jungle-man released his grip on the vine, letting it swing away behind him and put both hands knuckles down onto the tree limb. As he crouched there like an ape, Jane was suddenly aware of the humidity. His abs were glistening with sweat and she could see every rippling muscle in his 6, no 8 pack! His chest was hairless which she thought strange for a man who lived in the jungle, but she preferred that. His shoulders were strong from all that swinging and climbing he must do. He would be strong enough to carry her. ‘No, think clearly’, if he could carry her - he could definitely do worse. She made eye contact with him and got swallowed up in the depth of his dark emerald iris. She lingered looking at him, a mistake because he then started to move toward her. She should know better, apes consider eye contact to be a threat.

He moved with elegance, even on all fours, as if he were on flat ground and not way up in the tree canopy. Approaching her slowly, taunting his catch. She already had her back pressed against the tree trunk, there was nowhere to go. Everything she’d wanted to accomplish would be over in one fell swoop of this strange ape-man. No she wouldn’t go down without a fight, so she waited and watched him approach. Her heart was racing. Was this excitement or fear? She didn’t have time to consider it, instead she did everything she could to stay still, poised to strike at him the moment he was close enough. All Jane had to do was knock him off balance then she could climb back down to safety.

The jungle-man stalked her, edging closer and closer. This was it. Jane may not be big and powerful, but she could be quick and precise. She made a fist and lashed out at him with a punch aimed straight for his face. She connected! At least she thought she did. Jane may have been quick, but the ape man was quicker. He had easily caught her wrist before she could punch him. ‘What incredible speed’, Jane thought. ‘Stop being impressed Jane, you need to get free!’ She pulled back her hand, but he didn't let it budge. The jungle-man eyed up her gloved fist and tugged at the material, slowly pulling each finger until the glove came away.

The glove fell and disappeared amongst the leaves below, giving Jane a stark reminder of how high up they were. She noticed that even though he was gripping her wrist, he wasn’t hurting her at all. Such strength combined with complete finesse. Now he was up close, she could see his features much better. His brow wasn’t furrowed and angry, he was curious. His glare wasn’t manic, he was intense. He didn’t seem to be sizing her up at all, it was more like he was examining her. His face wasn’t hard or mean at all, there was a gentleness to the way he looked at her. She relaxed her hand and as she did so the ape-man relaxed his grip on her wrist and let go. He touched the tips of his fingers to the tips of her own and as he pressed their palms together a stark realization came across them both. We’re the same.

Although the danger seemed to be evaporating, Jane’s heart continued to pound in her chest. Perhaps she was more excited than scared after all. A smile had crept onto the ape-man’s face, ‘maybe he’s never seen another human before?’ He grabbed her arm yanking her away from the tree trunk and pulled up the sleeve of her dress, examining her elbow. Then she stumbled backward as he took off her shoe and sock exposing her toes, pulling at each one. He was getting excited and Jane giggled as the man explored her, comparing her body to his own. She was enjoying him touching her, his hands were rough but his caress was tender. She didn’t feel threatened even if he could open a coconut with his bare hands.

Jane didn’t realize her chest was heaving, was it the humidity making her breathe so fast or something else? The man noticed the movement of her chest and seemed puzzled. He looked down at his own chest which was certainly not flat, but also not the same as hers. Jane smirked, maybe we're not exactly the same! Her breasts were only just visible in her dress, but the movement up and down was obvious. Jane decided to take control of the situation and she reached forward and took the man's head in her arms. He flinched at first, but allowed her to guide him forward. As she did, she turned his head slightly, pressing his ear into his chest so he could hear her heartbeat. It was quick, but having him even closer seemed to calm her nerves a little. She was in charge of the strongest man she’d ever seen and it brought her huge satisfaction.

She could feel the sweat forming between them where their skin was touching a single bead dripped down her chest, tickling as it went into her cleavage. The man kept his head still and slowly brought up a hand to feel one of her breasts. Jane allowed it to happen, taking his wrist as he had done hers before and guiding his hand; she knew he had never felt a woman before. He cupped her breast in his hand, it felt heavier than he expected, fuller too. The sensation of his head against her and his hand on her breast made Jane feel wanted. The man could obviously overpower her, but she was clearly in charge and it turned her on.

Acting on the impulse and reaching around, pulling his hips toward her and she moved her legs apart allowing him space to cradle in her lap as she sat with her back against the tree trunk. She looked down at him nestled against her chest with his eyes closed, and released this was no terrifying jungle-man. This was someone who had never known human contact, let alone been held by a woman. He’d probably grown up by himself with the animals, terrified and fighting for survival. Seeing him there against her body, so calm and relaxed - a thought dawned upon her, ‘He’s been alone for so long, nobody has ever shown him love or affection’.

She reached up slowly, wiped the matted hair away from his face and she looked into those deep green eyes, her look was enough to tell him she’d take care of him. Smiling softly and taking her other arm to cradle his head, she began to pull down her dress. It was hot having another body pressed up to hers and she was covered in sweat, so she had to peel the material away from her breast to expose it. They didn’t break eye contact the whole time until she used her elbow to turn his face toward her. With one hand on her breast she guided her nipple to his mouth letting their skin connect.

He seemed to have an urge to take her nipple into his mouth and made a move forward. “Uh uh”, she cautioned in a playful tone. “Not until I say so”. He clearly didn’t understand her words, but the tone said enough for him to comprehend, ‘patience’. The powerful jungle-man lay perfectly still, eyes transfixed on the breast an inch from his face. Jane could tell the anticipation was too much for him, so she waited a second longer, enhancing her own yearning to have him suckle from her. Why did she even want him like this? It seemed such a strange desire.

She grabbed the back of his head and thrust her breast into his mouth. It was instinct the moment her nipple passed his lips. He held his mouth on her areola allowing her nipple into his mouth and subtly began to suck and massage with his tongue in a quick rhythm. The feeling was intense, she’d never done this before and didn’t know why she felt such a strong urge to have him nurse from her like that. The way he was immediately able to latch on and suckle in a way that made her feel desperately nurturing caught Jane by surprise. But she thought ‘of course he knew what to do, he’d spent his whole life acting on instinct to survive, and this is the most instinctive thing in the world’.

Sharing something so intensely personal was supposed to be taboo, so why did it feel so good? She loved the feeling of taking control and of nurturing and calming such a dominant man. She pulled her breast from his mouth, holding him close and began to massage herself. She pressed her hands toward the nipple, not knowing if what she really wanted to happen was even possible. As she massaged, the jungle-man lay transfixed on her. All of a sudden she felt a tingling sensation in her breast, it felt strange but she liked it. The jungle-man’s eyes widened as the first drop of milk formed on her nipple. It hung there from a moment, until it dropped onto his chest. He looked back up at her expectantly, knowing he wasn’t allowed to just take. She nodded and pressed his head against her chest once more. Burying his face in her breast.

The feeling was incredible, she could feel him drawing the milk from her. She’d never thought this was even possible, and didn’t care how. All she knew was that she wanted to take care of him and even though they’d not exchanged words, he needed her too. The sensation of having her milk sucked out was intensifying. She could see her other breast was beginning to leak. Intertwining her hands in his thick dark hair she pulled him off her. The suction as he came away made some of her milk squirt out on his cheek. She let go of her breast and with the tip of her finger wiped the milk off and onto her own tongue. It was sweet and salty.

Her other breast was seriously leaking and a wet patch had formed on her dress. It was almost aching her not having him suckle from that side too. She shifted slightly allowing him a little more space in her lap, pulled open her dress completely exposing both breasts and pressed him into her again. This time she looked down at his body. He truly was magnificent. His arms were perfectly sculpted for swinging and climbing, his chest and body were lean and fit. She glanced a little lower to his waist, noticing his loan cloth had shifted.

While holding him against her she lifted his makeshift underwear away, revealing a rock hard cock. She smirked, loving how turned on she had made him. She placed her free hand on him, and began to stroke him in rhythm to his suckling. He noticed and stopped, not knowing what was going on. “It’s ok” she said, “I’ve got you”. And she leant forward to kiss him on the forehead, dropping her nipple into his mouth again as she sat up. He moaned as she began to stroke him once more.

He was clearly enjoying it because his suckling rhythm began to get deeper and longer. So she picked up the pace of her strokes. He felt hard and firm in her hand, she loved it and desperately wanted more from him. But not yet. He would have to wait for that. For now, she was satisfied in showing him who was in charge. She kept up the pace, knowing he was building up to a huge climax. She could feel her milk leaving her, he was sucking harder, trying to get every last drop of milk. His suckling got faster and faster and all of a sudden stopped. Some of the milk in his mouth dripped out and down her breast. Looking down at his pulsating cock made her sweat even more.

His breathing was fast and she could feel his body quivering in ecstasy. She stroked the back of his head, encouraging him to open his eyes. He was still latched on when she said, “I’m Jane”. He seemed to not comprehend, so she repeated, “Jane” while gesturing to her, then pointed at him. He released her breast from his mouth, a little milk still dripping down from the tip of her nipple.

He squeezed her breast squirting a little out, “Jane?”. He said inquisitively, looking up at her.

She laughed at the misunderstanding, “no no no, I’m Jane!”

“Jane” he repeated, this time pointing at her a she nodded and smiled her confirmation.

He took her hand in his own and as he pressed her palm onto his chest where she could feel his heart beating, he said in a gruff deep voice, “Tar-zan”.

You know what happens next…