Dear Board,

Here is the start of a new story. This is more of a teaser than anything else. I have not written much more than this, but I hope to finish the rest of the story over the next month. I hope this teaser inspires me a bit.

Anyway, this is the start of the long-promised "Jungle Queens vs. Cavewomen." It features the return of Inge and Conchita (Yay!) but also the long, long-awaited return of Tana and Rakara! Or, at least, it will! I'm excited about this!

Enjoy!

JB57

Jungle Queens vs. Cavewomen – Part I

Conchita Cortez watched Inge’s round, perfect ass flex and her hips sway as the blonde beauty led the Spanish countess through the ancient ruins of the lost city of Ura. Inge was nearly naked. The only scrap of clothing visible from behind was the whaletail of her bikini thong and a thin string that looped around her back, under her shoulder blades, to help hold her tiny bikini top in place. Even that only bobbed into view between bounces of Inge’s long, swaying golden hair. Otherwise, the blonde jungle queen presented an uninterrupted expanse of bronzed, gleaming flesh and Conchita felt more and more horny the longer she watched. Conchita was equally as skimpily dressed. Her panther-fur bikini was a black mirror of Inge’s outfit and barely covered her lush, mocha-colored body.

Conchita tried to push Inge’s succulent ass out of her mind and focus on where they were and why they were here. The women were padding, barefoot, down an obsidian avenue of the great, ruined city of Ura. The city was thousands of years old and named in celebration of the goddess that Inge worshipped and who, indirectly, was also Conchita’s mistress. Though Conchita was not a religious woman at all (quite the opposite) she could not deny that she had felt the power of this supernatural being during her time in the Amazon. Usually, her encounters with Ura happened when she was at the peak of ecstasy, locked cunt to cunt and clit to clit with Inge. In those occasional moments of extreme pleasure, she sometimes felt the presence of the divine being.

Inge had come to Conchita with a proposal just a few weeks before. She revealed that she had found these ruins a few years before and had discovered technology still operating that could prove dangerous. The blonde believed that the resources of Conchita’s company might be necessary to keep the discovery safe. Implicitly, Conchita understood that Inge was also offering to share some of the technology with the dark-haired jungle queen, or so she believed.

It was dark out, but the full moon was shining brilliantly in the sky. The night had fallen on the jungle like a curtain. The two jungle goddesses had traveled for the entire day, using their incredible bodies to swing through the ancient, massive trees in this part of the jungle. They had arrived at the ancient ruins just as the sun had set. Inge had timed it that way. She wanted Conchita to see the full extent of the portal technology that she had discovered months before. Inge had been transported through the portal to the continent of Africa, where she had encountered her African counterpart, the beautiful and voluptuous Sheena. The two blonde jungle queens had fought for supremacy, fucking each other senseless, engaging in one of the most powerful and erotic battles either woman had every fought. In the end, Inge had managed -just barely- to overpower her golden rival. She longed for another encounter with Sheena, but that would have to wait for another day. Right now, she wanted her partner and enemy, Conchita, to know where the portal was and what it could do.

During her previous visit, the lights that had attracted Inge to the center of the city did not start flashing until deeper into the night. Inge wanted to see the portal machine before it became active, however, so she led Conchita into the city almost as soon as they arrived.

The voluptuous jungle queens ventured deeper into the ancient city. The ruins were overgrown and crumbling, long ago claimed by the relentless jungle. The sense of something powerful lurked just below the surface, on the edge of perception. As they got closer and closer to the temple that Inge was leading her towards, Conchita’s libido became hotter and hungrier. Vaguely, she had the sense that some external force was pushing her in this direction, playing with her sexual desires. Inge glanced back at Conchita and the women’s eyes met and locked. Conchita could see in that moment that the same feelings were boiling inside of her blonde rival.

Inge turned away and continued to lead her Spanish counterpart up the moonlit avenue. They approached a massive stone temple, about a hundred meters tall, that occupied the center of the city. The light of the moon struck the sides of the structure and something within the marbled rock seemed to glow even brighter. A hundred meters away from the stone temple, Inge paused and placed her hands on her womanly hips. She stared up at the temple. She did not remember it glowing this way on her previous visit, but she had discovered the temple at that time because a powerful blue light was emanating from it, lighting up the sky. The blue flashes probably obscured the ethereal impression the temple now gave.

Conchita came up right behind Inge and paused. She stared up at the temple, impressed with its glow and its architectural design. However, her mind was distracted by other things. Surreptitiously, she undid the leather strap holding her knife to her thigh and let it drop to the ground.

Conchita pressed her tits into Inge’s naked back. Her right hand undid Inge’s strap binding her knife on her muscular thigh and tossed the scabbarded knife aside. The same hand then slid down to cup and caress the blonde’s bare ass cheek, then slid further down the taut muscle. Conchita shoved her hand between Inge’s legs and gripped the jungle queen’s hot, tight cunt from below, through the woman’s leopard skin thong. Conchita’s left hand snaked around to the front of Inge’s body, to the blonde’s bulging chest. The Spanish woman slipped her hand inside of Inge’s right bra cup and gripped the blonde’s massive right tit. She squeezed the thick, hot titmeat brutally before twisting the suddenly-erect nipple between her thumb and forefinger. At the same time, Conchita lowered her head to Inge’s sculpted shoulder and bit her gently, using her tongue to lick at the bronzed flesh.

“Oh god, you fuck!” Inge gasped. Despite her own arousal, she was unprepared for the sudden sexual attack. Conchita pushed aside Inge’s tiny thong and slipped two fingers into the blonde’s drenched cunt. Inge grunted as she was penetrated, then gasped wildly as Conchita’s invading fingers glided along her swelling clit. “Oh fuck!” Inge moaned as her legs gave out, suddenly weak. She fell to her knees, the sudden shock of pleasure too great. Conchita remained glued to her back, riding the blonde down, pushing Inge flat onto her stomach on the mossy rock flagstones. The blonde’s heavy tits mashed into the cool rock.

Conchita pushed herself up and rolled Inge over onto her back. The blonde glared up at the black-haired beauty. The women panted furiously, their eyes locked, the raw erotic power driving them crazy with need. Conchita reached down, undid the knot of Inge’s thong at the blonde’s hip, then stripped away the meager cloth and threw it aside. Inge instantly did the same to Conchita, leaving both women naked from their barely-covered tits down. The blonde reached up and filled her hands with Conchita’s massive tits and squeezed hard. As Conchita moaned in pleasure, Inge untied the knot holding Conchita’s straining bikini bra in place and tossed it aside. The naked Spanish woman quickly returned the favor to her blonde rival and hurled the leopard-skin bikini top away.

Inge’s cunt was boiling with heat and taut with tension. Her clit throbbed and pulsed, every heartbeat sending waves of desire rolling through her voluptuous body. She was incredibly horny. She wanted nothing more than to feel Conchita’s cunt on her own, to feel the woman’s clit grinding and fencing with her own sex nub, to feel their tits mashed and rolling, meat straining at meat, sun-hot nipples stabbing and melding. Inge glared up into Conchita’s beautiful, cruel face and thrilled to see the pure ravenous hunger glowing in the Spanish woman’s eyes. Inge spread her legs wide and tilted her pelvis up, offering her succulent quim to her enemy. She gripped Conchita’s powerful, round ass and sank her strong fingers and deep into the thick meat as she could.

Completely nude, Inge and Conchita paused to savor the moment. In an instant, their bodies would be joined and they would begin filling each other with pure sensual joy, with sexual pleasure so intense it would leave them drained and devastated, even as it fed their infinite hunger for more. They were about to embark on a journey of mutual ecstasy that they both craved in the deepest pits of their souls, in the very cores of their womanhood.

“You fucking cunt,” Inge whispered. “I’m going to drain every drop out of that dirty twat.”

“I’m going to ride you like a horse, you blonde fuck,” Conchita murmured. “I’m going to have you screaming under me like the dirty slut you are.”

“Prove it, cuntlicker.”

“Gladly, fuckbitch.”

Conchita jerked her powerful hips and slammed her throbbing fuckmeat deep and hard into Inge’s waiting fuckhole. Inge pulled hard on the brunette’s ass, pulling her in even more. The women screamed in concert, shrieks of pure bliss, as their cunts mated and fused together once more. Inge pulled Conchita down on top of her. Their powerful limbs twined, golden bronze flesh wrapping around chocolate brown skin and vice versa. Their heavy, equally large tits crushed and mashed. They rolled their tits, massaging and stimulating each other, until their swollen nipples found each other and locked and sealed. Their muscled bellies slapped tight and rippled against each other, muscle playing with muscle, hot navels sucking.

Conchita’s hips rolled in a steady, pounding rhythm. Inge moved with her, working her hips and ass in tandem with her rival, keeping their pulsating clits glued together. Nose to nose, forehead to forehead, the gorgeous jungle queens fucked relentlessly, their hot breath mixing, their whimpers and moans of purest ecstasy growing more intense and desperate as they rode each other hard. Both women were lost in the luscious sensations, both wanting to do nothing more than keep the delicious fuck going. They shuddered and trembled as waves of exquisite pleasure pulsed and throbbed through their writhing bodies, filling them to brim with erotic power.

For more than an hour, the two beautiful women fucked in the moonlight, their bodies gleaming with sweat, their animal moans of pleasure echoing through the abandoned ruins. They wriggled sinuously, their bodies entwined like two mating snakes, feeding each other more and more ecstasy. They kissed passionately, their mouths locked, their tongues twisting, mirroring the battle between their ravenous cunts and their engorged clits. The pleasure built and built inside until, finally, they could not take anymore.

Conchita broke their hungry kiss and threw back her head to scream in joyous rapture as her cunt contracted hard, squeezing and squeezing Inge’s succulent twat. Inge’s genitals squeezed back just as hard as she threw back her head too and shrieked in orgasmic pleasure. The women’s howls of completion and climax harmonized. They ejaculated into and onto each other with incredible force, squirting and soaking the intersection of their lush bodies, cumming again and again and again as they released the unbelievable sexual tension on each other. Their powerful bodies bucked and heaved as their straining muscles held each other in check as they shuddered and heaved through one orgasm after another. Their moans and screams peaked, then gradually declined into shuddering gasps.

After several minutes, the jungle queens finally exhausted each other, at least for the moment. They lay still on the ancient roadway, their harsh panting punctuating the jungle heat. After a while longer, Conchita slowly rolled off of Inge. The women grunted as their knotted, tangled cunt bushes ripped apart, pulling free with a spray of spent cum. They lay side by side, their perfect nude bodies glistening in the moonlight, the luminous rays reflecting off strands of nipple cum that connected their nipples and tendrils of thick ejaculate that linked their hairy, swollen pussies. The women panted hard, their massive tits jiggling deliciously.

Conchita turned her head to Inge. Inge sensed the other woman’s movement and turned her head to glare back.

“Are you ready for another round, you fuck?” Conchita grunted. Her body was still coming down from its incredible orgasmic high, but just saying the words sent her sexual motor into overdrive. She felt her lust, her sexual stamina begin to build anew.

“I’m ready whenever you are, cuntwhore,” Inge replied, her blue eyes flashing.

“Good,” Conchita growled. She sat up, turned to face Inge, and spread her juicy thighs wide. Inge stared into the incredibly beautiful, indescribably desirable genitals pointed at her. Part of her wanted to throw herself face-first into that hot, furry jungle, and eat the bitch’s cunt alive, drinking back the juices, driving her tongue into the deep cleft, sucking the delicious clit until Conchita exploded in her face over and over and over. Instead, she sat up, sat back, and spread her thighs in reply, eagerly accepting the challenge. She knew that she and Conchita would probably spend the rest of the night and well into the following day fucking each other senseless. She knew that this was not what they were here to do, but nothing else mattered in that moment.

The jungle queens leaned back on their hands, aimed their aching pudenda directly at each other, and prepared to ram themselves together. At that instant, the night sky suddenly lit up with a brilliant, pulsating flash of blue lightning.

The women gasped and stood up, their sexual battle momentarily forgotten. Standing side by side, their lush bodies dripping with sweat and cum, Inge and Conchita watched, mesmerized, as flash after flash of blue light lanced up from the temple and into the night sky. The light shot up at regular intervals. It was not random at all. Inge was sure the display must be visible for many kilometers in all directions.

“Incredible,” Conchita breathed. The explosion of light was silent but, somehow, the silence was more impressive in its own way than cacophonous explosions. The light was a force unto itself, but Conchita sensed something more behind it, some kind of presence or energy. This light was not just some kind of technological pyrotechnic display. It was drawing on some other kind of power.

“Yes,” Inge agreed. “Let’s go see where this is coming from.”

The naked women immediately retrieved their discarded bikinis and tied them back onto their sweaty, cum-splattered bodies. Their retrieved their knives and strapped them back on their muscular thighs. With Inge leading, they made their way into the massive stone temple.

The darkness in the temple was punctuated with the flashes of blue. It was coming from an open door at the end of a long, dark corridor. They walked carefully. There were places where the floor had collapsed, opening onto yawning chasms that led into the depths of the ancient structure. When they entered the massive chamber at the end of the corridor, Conchita saw where the ceiling had given way, letting in the night sky, and allowing the flashes of light to escape.

The jungle queens made their way deeper into the chamber and approached the source of the light. It was a solid stone slab, on top of which sat a series of interlocking arches. A glowing blue ball hung suspended inside the intersection of the arches. At regular intervals, it flared up and sent a beam of light shooting to the ceiling.

As they got closer to the glowing ball, the contours of the space contained within the arches became clearer. The light gave off no heat, but it seemed to sharpen in focus as the two women approached. About two meters away, Conchita could see that the glow contained an image, a clear picture of a vast and lush jungle. She could tell it was not their jungle. There were plants there that she had never seen before and something about the quality of the light in the picture seemed unusual. As Conchita stared into the light, Inge picked up a rock from the floor and threw it into the light. Conchita gasped as she watched the stone shoot into the picture, hit some branches and leaves, then disappear into the foliage.

Conchita turned to look at Inge, an astonished look on her gorgeous face. Inge had told her only the smallest amount about what she wanted to show the Spanish countess. Now, Conchita finally understood.

“These are doors onto other places!” the Spanish countess exclaimed.

The blonde jungle queen grinned. “And maybe other times, too. I don’t know how far this goes, but I think this is something that needs to be explored but also protected.” Inge turned away and walked to the side of the slab. “Come here,” she said.

Conchita joined her fellow jungle queen who kneeled at the foot of the stone and pulled on something in the base. A hidden drawer sudden sprang open, extending out of what had seemed a solid stone slab.

Inside the drawer were six metallic emblems. All were round and about two centimeters in diameter (less than an inch). They were inscribed with identical symbols. As Conchita watched, Inge reached down and pulled two of the metal ornaments from the drawer. She then pushed the drawer closed.

“I came back here a little while ago and did a careful search of this chamber. I eventually found this drawer. When I found it, I had a strong sense I should not touch anything here and that I needed to come back here with someone else. With someone like you.”

She paused. The women’s eyes locked. Inge did not explain but she did not need to do so. Conchita realized that Inge was suggesting she had been in contact with the goddess Ura. Conchita could believe this because she had felt a presence and power guiding her actions and affecting her mind for some time. This building was a temple to Ura and the presence of the goddess was palpable.

Inge held out one of the emblems to Conchita. The black-haired woman took it and discovered that the emblem was attached to a short necklace. As she made this discovery, Inge was in the process of fastening the necklace around her neck. The metal disk dropped to hang into the blonde’s seductive cleavage. Conchita put on her necklace and felt a tremor of energy as the cool metal settled against her skin.

Inge and Conchita stared at each other. Both had felt the electric charge on contact, but both suddenly realized that they had a strong sense of how to control and manipulate the portal. It was clear that the knowledge was stored in the medallions and the medallions gave them access to whatever controlled the portal. Both women were also struck by the sense of what they were expected to do: enter the portal and fulfill some mission on the other side, a mission given to them by the goddess.

Inge and Conchita exchanged surprised looks. The appearance of this deep knowledge in their minds was startling. They did not know what they had to do on the other side of the portal, just that it was important. At the same moment, a new wave of sexual desire washed over the nearly naked jungle women.

Conchita’s pussy began to burn, her nipples hardened into spikes. At some deep place in her mind, she rebelled against being so easily controlled. However, she did not fight it too hard. She was a woman who lived for sexual pleasure and these feelings promised that and more.

Inge was insanely aroused too. She looked at Conchita lustfully. She stepped forward and placed her hands on Conchita’s bare shoulders. She pulled the chocolate-colored beauty into her. Bronze and mocha bodies clapped together. The women shoved a thigh into the other’s hot cunt, they wrapped arms around each other and squeezed tight. Their hungry mouths snapped together with magnetic lust. They moaned deep in their throats as they slowly undulated against each other, rubbing their nearly nude bodies, flesh to flesh, slick heat and sweat to heat and sweat. The smell of hot cum and sweat flared in their nostrils. They were still drenched in sweat and ejaculate from their earlier ecstatic fuckfight. They took turns sucking each other’s tongues, both immensely enjoying this carnal contact.

As the fever built inside of them, the two jungle queens received the sense that they needed to separate, that their mutual arousal had filled some necessary part of the process needed to activate the portal, but now it was time to go.

Reluctantly, Inge and Conchita pulled apart, until they were only holding hands.

The voluptuous women stood before the glowing blue portal, staring into the vision of the lush jungle beyond. Their perfect bodies were intensely sexually aroused, but they needed to hold back.

“Are you ready?” Inge asked her partner and rival.

“Fuck, yes,” Conchita murmured. “Let’s see what this bitch of a goddess wants.”

Smiling, holding hands tightly, the beautiful jungle queens stepped into the blue glow together.

To be continued: