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    Inge vs. Martina:Two Blondes in the Bush, Part III

    Dear Board,

    Here is part III of the story. Hopefully, part IV will be up fairly soon.

    JB57

    Inge vs. Martina: Two Blondes in the Bush, Part III

    True to their word, Inge and Martina fucked all night, never separating their cunts and clits. They shifted positions many times, coming up with many new and different ways to lock pussies and grind each other into unbearable ecstasy. They fucked relentlessly, sharing multi-orgasmic climaxes that left them temporarily spent, their bodies soaked with sweat and cum, panting furiously, their tits heaving, their hearts pounding. Soon, however, they were going at each other again, both women absolutely determined to sexually overpower the other, both determined to fuck the other into submission. They were crazy with lust, with a shared hunger for the other woman?s body and sex that could not be satisfied, no matter how many orgasms they forced from each other. By the light of the fire, the Jungle Queen and her erotic challenger inflicted more ecstasy on each other than either could take. They continued fucking long after the fire died out. It was only as dawn was streaking the early morning sky that the women finally forced each other into a series of orgasms that were so erotically ecstatic they rendered them both unconscious. When Martina woke, many hours later, the sun was high in the sky and Inge was gone.

    ?You cunt!? Martina screamed at the jungle bush. She did not want these stops and starts; she wanted to keep fucking Inge, all through the night, all through the heat of the day, all through the next night again ? however long it took to finally decide their rivalry for all time. It was evident that Inge had some other plan in mind. Martina considered staying where she was and just waiting for nightfall when, she assumed, Inge would return to resume their fuckwar. But, after a time, she decided to continue her journey to the city. She knew that she and Inge were attacking each other with all of the sexual power they possessed. One woman would eventually break the other and Martina would like to be as close to her city as possible when she finally succeeded in conquering Inge?s cunt.

    Barefoot, Martina resumed her march towards the city. She left late in the morning, so she knew she would not make too much progress that day, but set off at a good pace. As she walked, she remembered the fevered sexual combat of the night before. Her pussy was sore, but it still ached for the kiss, the muscled grip, of Inge?s cunt. Martina tried to think of new and different ways she could use her body and her sexual skills to overwhelm Inge. Over the past two nights, she had come to know Inge?s body, its strengths and vulnerabilities, in a way that she had known few others. She had to use that knowledge to take control of the jungle bitch?s sexual power.

    That afternoon, shortly before she stopped to set up camp, Martina came across a pile of fruit. It was obviously placed there; it was too neatly ordered. She read the signs in the dirt around the pile; the clear imprints of Inge?s bare feet indicated the jungle woman had left the fruit there for Martina to find. Martina ate one of the orange-sized fruits and discovered that it was tasty and filling, Even more, a few minutes after she ate it, she was struck with a burst of energy. Her pussy, which had been sore all day, felt less so. She gathered up the fruit using a large banana leaf and a jungle vine to form a makeshift pouch and carried them with her until she stopped for the night. She made camp in another clearing near a stream-fed pool. She removed her weapons, set up her tent, and built the fire. She had another fruit and discovered that she was no longer hungry or thirsty. Nonetheless, she ate some dry biscuits she carried in her pack and settled down to wait.

    An hour after sundown, Inge had not appeared. Martina grew annoyed. Inge wanting to play foolish games was one thing, but forcing Martina to wait for her, like some besotted suitor, was something else. Nonetheless, Martina waited; she had nowhere else to go.
    More than three hours after sundown, she had enough. Martina considered cursing the jungle; she was sure Inge was out there, watching her, laughing at her expense. But she did not want the blonde jungle vixen to know how aggravated Martina was. She was also incredibly horny. She had spent most of the past three hours imagining the feel of Inge?s clit sliding and rubbing against her own, the sense of Inge?s heavy tits crushing on hers, the delicious feelings of their voluptuous bodies writhing against each other. She decided it was best to go to sleep and free herself from those agonizing and frustrating thoughts. Maybe Inge did not plan to turn up tonight; maybe she would come every other night or on an even more irregular schedule. Doubtless, this was all part of some psychological game designed to weaken Martina?s ability to sexually resist the Jungle Queen.

    Martina stood up. She stretched to the night sky, standing on tiptoe as she reached for the heavens. Here, in the clearing, there was a break in the dense jungle canopy, and she had an unobstructed view of the brilliant star-dotted dark. Martina slipped off her shirt, enjoying the feel of her naked tits bouncing on her chest, the sensation of them being kissed by the cooler night air. She slipped off her shorts. She hung her top and shorts on a tree branch to air out. She picked up her knife and gun and walked down to the little pool at the edge of the clearing. She threw in a few pebbles, stirring up the water to see if anything moved. She knew that even little pools like this one could sometimes be home to crocodiles or alligators. When she was sure it was safe, she put her weapons on the side of the pond and quickly immersed herself to wash off the day?s sweat and grime. Feeling fresh, she squeezed out her hair and returned to her campfire to dry off. She pulled a brush out of her pack and smoothed the tangles out her hair while she waited for the water to run off her naked body. About 20 minutes later, she was dry and ready to sleep. She pulled a small lantern out of her pack. This was a new design, one that used a tiny amount of oil to burn but which was also self-contained so it could be dropped and knocked over without starting a fire. She used an ember from her campfire to light the lantern, then set the lantern just inside the door flap to her tent. She used dirt to smother the campfire. She looked up at the night sky. By now, it looked like it was about 10:30 PM. It would be 8 hours before sunrise.

    Martina climbed into her tent. She checked the tent for bugs, spread out her thin bedroll on the canvas floor, and tied the flap shut from inside. She left the tie loose so that it could be easily undone from the outside. She turned the lantern down so that it cast only a very dim light. She lay flat on her back, spread her naked body on the floor of the tent, and fell into a deep, welcome sleep.

    Sometime later, Martina was awakened by the awareness of another presence in the tent, someone coming through the flap. She came alert immediately, but was not surprised to see, by the dim light of the lamp, Inge crawling through the tent entrance. Inge was naked; evidently, she had stripped down before she entered the tent. Before Martina could move, Inge threw herself onto Martina?s nude body, pinning the other blonde to the floor. The women?s massive tits mashed deliciously, causing both women to moan in pleasure as their tits crushed and rolled on each other, their hard nipples stabbing and rubbing. Inge mounted Martina, using her powerful thighs to spread Martina?s thighs apart, opening her access to Martina?s hot, hungry twat. Martina did not try to fight. She spread her legs even wider, tilted her pelvis up to offer her succulent cunt to her enemy, and reached around Inge?s body to grab the blonde?s taut, perfect ass, pulling the Jungle Queen into her genital core. The women?s bushes meshed and tangled tightly.

    ?You dirty fuck,? Martina moaned as Inge?s juiced up fuckmeat slapped onto her own. ?You think you can make me wait?? Martina twined her powerful legs through Inge?s straining limbs, locking the other woman into place. Inge?s hard thrust penetrated Martina?s cunt, her thick, throbbing clit slid hot and hard onto Martina?s waiting sexhorn.

    By the dim light of the lantern, Martina looked up at Inge and saw the beautiful woman?s face contorted by a look of pure orgasmic pleasure, as their throbbing, burning clits mated. Martina knew that her own face wore exactly the same expression. Their bodies were mated again, once again they were cunt-deep inside each other, and now they were going to fuck each other blind.

    Inge slipped her hands under Martina and seized the other blonde?s ass. Inge?s hips and ass pumped and flexed as she rode Martina hard. Martina moved with her enemy?s thrusts, keeping their clits sealed together. The pleasure built and built, maddening and excruciating in its intensity.

    ?Yes, yes, oh fuck, yes?,? Inge gasped as her clit pumped hard and thick against Martina?s answering clit.

    ?Fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck?.,? Martina moaned, moving with Inge.

    The women?s bodies locked, limbs twined, hips rocking, asses pumping, tits sealed and throbbing nipple to nipple. The women did not kiss; instead, nose to nose, lips touching, hot breath mixing, they watched each other through half closed eyes, both enjoying and appreciating the unbearable, exquisite pleasure they were giving to each other. Their hands fixed to each other?s rippling asses, Inge and Martina fucked furiously, trying to give each other more pleasure than either one could endure. Their bodies grew hot and wet, the air in the tent became thick and moist. But the wetness, the stickiness, the shared breath and oppressive heat all added to the sense of shared violation that made the women?s enjoyment of each other?s bodies so captivating.

    It took more than an hour, an hour of constant, overwhelming pleasure, but they finally went stiff in each other?s arms, throwing back their heads to shriek in unrestrained ecstasy. Their inosculated cunts squeezed each other hard, squeezing out each shot of shared, hot cum. Inge and Martina smiled at each other in sexual bliss as they enjoyed the sensations of their bodies shooting and sucking hot cum back and forth. Their muscles locked and strained, Martina bucked hard, lifting Inge off the ground with her hips. Their nipples ejaculated powerfully, sending spikes of heat burning through their tits, coating their titmeat in cum. The women writhed, rubbing bellies, navels sucking. For a long time, 10 or 15 minutes, Inge and Martina shared delicious orgasm after orgasm, their powerful bodies trembling, their moans and screams of sheer, raw pleasure punctuating the night. When Inge finally collapsed on top of Martina, their bodies were soaked in sweat and cum, they were spent, exhausted, having emptied themselves into each other.

    Panting, hearts pounding, the women regained their strength, resting in each other?s arms, their hands still pulling on the other?s ass. Their bare feet were outside the tent, their wriggling bodies having moved them down the canvas floor.

    ?That was a tie,? Martina finally whispered, her voice husky.

    ?Mmmmmm,? Inge moaned. ?Yes, I agree,? she finally replied. After a few moments, she pushed herself off of Martina. Sweat dripped from their luscious bodies; thick strands of nipple cum linked their tits, and Inge had to painfully pull her pussy away from Martina?s cunt with another ripping of pubic hair. Inge kneeled in the door of the tent, then sat back on her ass and spread her legs. Martina sat back on her ass, aimed her cunt at her enemy?s twat, and eagerly closed the distance.

    Their pussies united, once again, with a thick, wet slap. Slotting their cunts, grabbing each other?s wet thigh, Martina and Inge resumed their fuckwar. The shadows cast on the wall of the tent by the light from the lamp were incredibly erotic. Tits bounced furiously, the women?s moans and screams of pleasure rose in pitch and volume as they fucked to another chain of simultaneous, excruciatingly powerful and delightful orgasms that left them flat on their backs, writhing on the ground, raising their hips to thrust as deep and hard as they could. Inge fell out of the tent, which was too small to accommodate their wriggling, undulating bodies.
    Four or five hours into their night-long fuckfest, the lamp went out. In darkness, Inge and Martina continued to fuck, feeling and tasting each other?s bodies, using their fingers and tongues to probe, thrust and torture each other. They sealed themselves into a 69, curled up on the floor of the tent, and devoured each other?s twats, sucking on the other?s clit like lollipops, fisting each other?s cunts until they were both convulsing in ecstasy, spraying each other with cum, both drinking and devouring what they could. At some point, Martina mounted Inge and rode her hard, bringing her to yet another screaming orgasmic explosion. After that, the women spent the rest of the night taking turns on the bottom, riding each other in a war of attrition, each woman hoping to break the other, fucking and fucking and fucking until they passed out from pleasure and exhaustion.

    When the morning came, Martina awoke to the pleasant surprise of Inge?s body still sprawled and twined with her own. Even as she watched, Inge awoke, realized the morning had come, and tried to extricate herself from Martina. The blonde society woman held on, refusing to let Inge go.

    ?Let me go, fucker,? Inge snarled, trying to push her body away from Martina. This was a losing cause; Martina twined her legs with Inge and held on to the blonde?s muscled ass and shoulders, locking her in place.

    ?No, you cunt,? Martina snapped. ?You?re not going anywhere. We?re going to keep fucking all day, just like we said. We don?t stop until this is decided.?

    The naked woman struggled in the tent, then spilled out into the clearing, rolling over the remains of the campfire, then rolling back and forth, until they ended up rolling down into the pool at the edge of the camp.

    The sudden immersion in the cool water forced Martina to release Inge. The Jungle Queen made it to the edge of the pond first.

    Martina reached for Inge as the jungle woman crawled out of the pond, but Inge turned around, sat down on the edge, placed her foot between Martina?s bulging breasts, and kicked the other woman away. Martina fell back into the pond. She shot back to her feet, but it was too late. All she saw was the flash of Inge?s naked ass as the jungle goddess disappeared into the undergrowth.

    ?I?ll see you tonight,? Inge called back, over her shoulder. ?And keep eating those fruits.? She was gone.

    ?You fucking cunt!? Martina screamed at the blonde woman?s retreating ass. She climbed out of the water angrily and made her way back to the tent. The inside of the tent was thick with the musky scent of hot sex, sweat and cum. The canvas floor was wet with bodily fluids. Thankfully, it was all easily washed. Still nude, Martina dismantled her tent and washed it in the pool. She hung the water resistant material from the same tree branch from which she retrieved her clothing. The tent was dry in minutes, as gravity pulled the water from it. As she waited, Martina pulled on her shorts, tied on her shirt, and brushed out her wet hair. Once the tent was ready, she rolled it into a tight ball, and placed it in her pack, along with the lantern. She strapped on her knife and gun belt, twisted her long, thick hair into a bun to fit under her pith helmet, then headed off into the forest.

    She ate the fruits and soon discovered that they were incredibly nutritious and had curative properties. She began to surmise this was part of Inge?s strategy. Every night, when the two powerful Amazons met in sexual combat, they were both fully rejuvenated, at the peak of their sexual and physical powers. The fruits made it so that hours of grinding clit to clit did not have any painful or difficult long-term effects. Even so, Martina wanted the sexwar with Inge to be a true war of attrition, a true struggle of stamina and sexual endurance. Instead, every night, the women met each other under the stars and fucked each other?s brains out, but were restored and ready for battle again by the next night. Martina could not force the issue; she could not keep Inge prisoner and the jungle woman had decided that the only way to decide their rivalry was for one of them to break the other when they were both at the peak of their power. Instead, they just kept fucking each other into unconsciousness every night, neither able to score a decisive victory against the other.

    Later, when she looked back on her journey to the city, Martina always remembered it with a shiver of pure sexual delight. Every night, for more than two weeks, Inge came to Martina; every night, the women opened their legs to each other, locked clits and cunts and tits, and fucked each other into paroxysms of sheer, unbridled ecstasy. Everything that they could imagine doing to each other, they did. They devoured each other in 69 battles that lasted the whole night; they fisted and fingered and fingerfucked each other; they sucked each other?s tits until they were almost drowning each other in nipple cum. They struggled ass to ass and once even used a thick root as a double-headed dildo to test the strength of each other?s twats. They pounded and ground their cunts together until they could barely walk. Their clits fenced and rubbed and fused tight into unbreakable knots, torturing both combatants with unbearable pleasure. Every night, they fought and fucked each other to their utmost, using all their skill, their strength and their wiles to dominate the other woman, to inflict so much pleasure on the other that she would have to surrender. A few times, both women came close to breaking the other. But every night ended in the same way, however circuitous the route to get there: Inge and Martina fucking each other into unconsciousness, giving each other so much erotic pleasure that their bodies and minds had no choice but to shut down and save them from the extremes of ecstasy.

    On the night before she completed her journey to the city, Martina and Inge began their nightly battle earlier than ever before. Martina had set up her camp, made her fire, and just sat down to wait for the night to come, when Inge appeared out of the woods. Martina smiled. It was still a half hour from twilight.

    ?So, you could not wait, hm?? Martina teased, getting to her feet, beginning to untie her shirt. Inge removed her bikini top and swiftly untied her thong. Naked, she stood before Martina, her blue eyes sweeping hungrily over the blonde woman?s perfect body as she undressed. Martina slipped her shorts down her thighs, letting them drop to the forest floor. Now nude, she turned her back on Inge, walked a few feet into the clearing, then turned to face the jungle goddess. Martina put her hands on her wide, curving hips and thrust out her magnificent chest in challenge.

    Inge walked up to the other blonde. She slid her hands around Martina?s narrow, muscular waist, even as Martina wrapped her arms around Inge?s neck. The women pulled each other in close, their massive tits compressing and holding, their nipples locking and fusing, nipple holes sucking. Inge slapped her naked belly to Martina?s matching abdomen; the women flexed their abdominals, both smiling as their navels sucked. The thick blonde fur of their pubic bushes meshed, their golden thighs pushed tight. Nose to nose, the women stared into each other?s eyes, both seeing the heat, the pure lust and desire reflected in the other.

    ?We decide this tonight, you bitch,? Inge breathed at her enemy. ?One of us breaks tonight.?

    ?That?s going to be you, Inge,? Martina whispered back. ?Your body against mine. Every inch of you against every inch of me. This time, we really don?t stop until one of us conquers the other.?

    Inge slid her face in closer to Martina and licked the woman?s sultry lips. Martina returned the lick. The women shared tongues, then slowly sank into a long, hard, passionate kiss. Their tongues twisted and rolled against each other. Both women shifted their hands, sliding them down the other woman?s perfect back until they both dug their nails into the other woman?s tight, round ass. They began to writhe and undulate against each other, tits rolling and grinding, bellies twisting and rubbing, hot thighs growing sweaty with friction. Slowly, they sank to their knees and spread their thighs, pushing their hips forward so that their swollen clits could lick and throb against each other.

    With the first contact of clit on clit, the women shuddered and moaned blissfully inside each other?s mouths. Their erotic moaned swelled as their hips and asses worked in concert, undulating gently, sending waves of pure electric sensation coursing through their perfect, trembling bodies. As the pleasure built, the flow of cunt juice to the ground from both women?s pussies increased from a trickle to a steady stream. Their fused together nipples leaked nipple cum over their tits and down their chests and bellies. The women kissed harder, deeper, as their bodies struggled for sexual supremacy.

    Inge broke the kiss, pulling back from Martina?s gorgeous face. Panting, the women looked into the other?s eyes; both understood what they needed to do, what their overwhelming lust demanded. The women turned their hips in opposite directions and slowly slid their bodies down to the ground, so that they fit neatly into the fork of the other woman?s legs. They leaned back from each other, allowing their burning tits to separate. Their wet, hungry cunts fit together like two ravenous, gaping maws; pussy lips sank into each other, pressed hard and spread, hissing as hot flesh sealed to hot flesh; labia melted into one, and both women pulled and sucked hard with their cunts, creating a vacuum between their gaping vaginas. Smiling, moaning in shared ecstasy, Martina and Inge seized the other woman?s sweaty thigh and began working their hips and asses, driving their twats together, sucking and pulling and eating each other, cunt to cunt. Their thumb-sized clits rubbed and fused, head to head, grinding constantly. The women?s magnificent tits bounced ferociously as they fucked harder and harder, riding each other joyously.

    Squeezing each other as hard as they could, straining to wring out the other woman?s cunt like a sponge, the two battling blonde goddesses braced their bodies with their arms and continued to fuck and fuck and fuck, their cries, moans and howls of pleasure growing into screams of orgasmic joy as they ejaculated into each other. Their tits sprayed, their backs arched as they fell flat on their backs and rammed together with all their power. Their wet, dripping tits trembled, their bodies shuddered, as they fucked every drop of cum from each other, their hips jerking uncontrollably. Finally, they fell onto their backs and rested, both gasping as their tits heaved, as their bodies struggled to recover from their shared orgasmic bliss. Their cunts remained sealed, joined together in an unbreakable bond of fused fuckmeat.

    ?God, oh my god, you dirty whore?? Martina moaned. She hated this bitch more than she had ever hated anyone. Every time she crossed clits with Inge, the blonde jungle woman proved to Martina that there was another woman every bit as sexually powerful as she was ? maybe even more powerful. At the same time, Martina loved it. The pleasure she was taking from this contest with Inge was unbelievable. But she had to end it; she had to win.

    Summoning all her will, Martina pulled her body away from Inge?s prone form, their pussies tearing apart. Both women cried out. Before Inge could regain her bearings, Martina turned herself around and threw herself, face first, into Inge?s beautiful, wet cunt. She wrapped her arms around Inge?s hips, buried her face in the jungle woman?s cunt, and began licking, sucking, nibbling at Inge?s swollen clit.

    ?Fuck, fuck, you cunt?!? Inge cried. She bucked her hips, she grabbed Martina by the hair and pulled viciously, but the blonde woman only redoubled her sucking and licking of Inge?s twat. Inge wrapped her powerful thighs around Martina?s head and squeezed, then used her leverage to flip the other woman onto her back. Martina was forced to release Inge?s clit in that moment. Inge spun herself around on Martina?s body, so that she now faced down into Martina?s dripping cunt and Martina was left staring up into Inge?s succulent pussy. With a shared scream the women dove into each other, wrapping their thighs around each other?s heads as they fell into a biting, licking, scratching 69.

    It was pitch dark now, the light from the fire limning the women?s naked, struggling bodies as they devoured each other. They screamed and sobbed and cried out in ecstasy as they pulled gushing orgasm after orgasm from each other. The battling vixens rested briefly before Inge thrust her fist all the way up Martina?s twat, a vicious surprise attack that demanded Martina retaliate in kind. Over the next hour, the women used their fingers and fists to wring another series of devastating orgasms from each other. They rolled back and forth in the clearing, their screams and cries of animal rage and hunger mixing with the roars and growls of the night.

    After a while they rested, both temporarily spent, their faces wet with cum. Gasping, lying side by side but their heads pointed in the opposite directions, the women recuperated. After some time, Inge sat up. Martina sat up to meet her. Side by side, the women stared into each other?s eyes, readying themselves for the continuing sexual conflict. Gently, they kissed, their hands reaching up to caress and tease the other?s tits. The women rose to their knees, still joined in the kiss, and leaned into each other, squeezing the other woman?s tits, massaging and stroking the throbbing glands. Inge lowered her head to lick and tongue Martina?s nipples. Martina enjoyed this for a few moments, before she reached up, grabbed Inge?s hair, pulled the jungle woman?s head back, then lowered her mouth to Inge?s tits and began to suck vigorously, hungrily.

    The women spread their legs, sat down on the ground, and pulled each other in close and tight. Their pussies radiated heat but did not kiss. Instead, but both women twisted themselves around so that they could feed on the other woman?s tits at the same time. Sucking, nibbling, tonguing each other?s nipples, biting into mouthfuls of succulent tit, Inge and Martina tortured each other, feeding the unbearable heat between their legs as they feasted on each other?s breasts. When they finally could not take it anymore, they rammed their dripping pussies together and rubbed clit to clit, as hard as they could, heads thrown back, screaming in pleasure, until they came again and again. The women kept fucking each other through their orgasms until, finally, they collapsed in exhaustion. Yet, the night was just starting.

    Over the next several hours, Inge and Martina fucked each other relentlessly, each striving to exhaust the other, to force the other women into submission. Throughout the night, they fucked each other into unconsciousness a number of times, but neither could soundly defeat the other. Finally, as the morning sun broke the night sky, the women lay wrapped in each other?s arms, too spent to go on. Inge was lying on top of Martina; their legs were twined together, their breasts were crushed tight. They were cheek to cheek, panting hard, moaning and gasping. Their bodies were drenched with sweat and cum, their throbbing, tired pussies were pressed together, their pubic hair was tied into tangled, knotted bonds. Their powerful tits throbbed into each other, wet from shared nipple cum, aching with arousal and the constant pressure they had been under the whole night.

    Inge raised her head to look into Martina?s grey eyes. The blonde beauty glared back.

    ?No stopping,? Martina whispered. ?We keep fuckfighting until one of us wins.?

    ?Yes,? Inge promised, closing her mouth on Martina?s. Both women wrapped their arms around each other and began moving, grinding against each other again.

    Suddenly, the early morning was pierced by the sound of dogs barking and howling. Both women stopped, snapping to attention. Inge pulled herself off of Martina. She was exhausted, but the sudden danger posed by the dogs gave her a new shot of adrenalin. Quickly, she recovered her bikini, slipping it on.

    ?It appears we will need to settle this at some other time, Martina,? Inge said. ?You are a worthy enemy, but you will break. Farewell!?

    Martina had gotten to her feet by now. Standing naked, her hands on her hips, she watched Inge swing into the trees and disappear into the jungle. She was angry. She retrieved her clothing and was just buttoning up her shirt, wearing it for the first time as a shirt, when a pack of hunting dogs raced into her encampment. Not far behind were a group of four men. When they saw the gorgeous blonde woman whose incredible legs were almost completely exposed, they came to a stop to gape.

    ?Sorry to disturb you miss,? the lead man said. ?May I ask why you are out here in the jungle by yourself?? He looked around to confirm this.

    ?I am Martina Hernandez de Sousa,? she said imperiously. ?I am a businesswoman. I am a citizen of the city. I was on a private expedition to check some mining sites. That is all you need to know.? She threw back her blonde hair. ?Now, who are you and what you doing??

    The men sensed that this woman was exactly who she said she was and wanted no problem. It turned out they were a legally licensed hunting party stalking a panther in the deep jungle. Vaguely, Martina thought about what might have happened if the men were poachers. If they tried to kill her to silence her, she would have had to kill them all. She smiled to herself. The men did not realize what kind of danger they were in.

    The men went on their way, once assuring themselves that Martina was alright. She insisted that she was. She waited in the clearing for another hour after the men left, but Inge did not return. Sighing, Martina packed up her camp. She tied her shirt back into a halter, though she knew she would need to make it back into a shirt once she got close to the city. The city only tolerated a certain amount of ostentatious display of female pulchritude.

    Martina marched for the rest of the day. In the evening, shortly before dark, she finally made it back to the outskirts of the city. She paused to make her halter back into a shirt and put on her socks and shoes. She then tramped the remaining distance, reaching her own extravagant mansion on the edge of the forest just shortly after dark.

    Just before she went into the mansion to resume her life as a pampered aristocrat, she looked back at the dark, seething jungle. Inge was out there, waiting for her, challenging Martina?s power and womanhood. The blonde beauty knew she had to break the Jungle Queen, no matter what the cost. But she could not deny Inge?s incredible power and beauty. Inge had given Martina the most exquisite pleasure she had ever experienced. Martina swore she would emerge the victor from her struggle with the jungle goddess by giving her enemy even more pleasure than she could stand.

    To be continued:
    JB57

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    Re: Inge vs. Martina:Two Blondes in the Bush, Part III

    The Inge universe stories were probably the first that I devoured when I joined Hostboard. The powerful rivalries between these mighty protagonists are incredibly compelling and sexy. Its so good to be reading new chapters in the series!

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    Re: Inge vs. Martina:Two Blondes in the Bush, Part III

    Really digging this return to Inge story. Now that they're in the city, maybe Inge and Conchita can play once this war with Inge and Martina is over

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    Bumping up.h
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