Couldn't you just link the older parts of the story instead of pretending you're so much more important than everyone else and bumping your stories to the top of the page?
Dear Board,
Here is Part IV of "Inge vs. Martina" and two epilogues to go with it. I really enjoyed writing this story and hope that this has established Martina as a credible new rival for Inge and the other women of her world. The next part of this story will be "Conchita vs. Martina", which I anticipate will be a much shorter story. I have started work on that story, but it won't be up for a while.
in the meantime, there are two new, complete stories that I hope to post soon and I'm still grinding away at my unfinished stories. If all goes well, most of the unfinished stories will be finished by the end of summer.
As always, feedback appreciated.
JB57
Inge vs. Martina: Two Blondes in the Bush, Part IV
On a Friday night, more than a month after her return, Martina attended a party at a neighboring villa. She was wearing a shimmering gold gown that hugged every delicious curve of her incredible body. Spaghetti-thin straps looped around beautiful, tan shoulders. The loops suspended the collar of the dress, which started half-way down her golden tits and dipped almost to her navel, allowing an incredibly alluring display of deep, thick cleavage and round, taut tits. The dress was held in position by the straps and the tension of its tight fit to Martina?s bulging bosom. Her large nipples indented the golden sheath. Her back was bare, the dress tracing her hips as it dipped in the back, hinting at her ass crack. A slash up the leg allowed her muscular, tanned right leg to flash with every step. Her golden hair was up in looping twists on top of her head. Diamond earrings, a lustrous diamond necklace and spike heels completed her ensemble.
The usual assortment of high society rollers and hangers-on was attending the party. Martina enjoyed checking out these events because they allowed her to discover who were the new wives and mistresses in her domain. She could determine who might be a threat to her position, who might be worth cultivating as a possible source of information and status, and who might be worth inaugurating into her select circle of lovers and allies. Often, her current fuck-toys were the same women who had challenged her domination; Martina found it useful and enjoyable to remind her defeated rivals of their inferior status.
This night, Martina?s mind was not in the game. She had felt out-of-sorts ever since her return from her sojourn in the jungle. During that journey, she had spent more than two weeks, every night, locked in unbelievable sexual ecstasy with Inge, her greatest rival. She had become accustomed, almost addicted, to that level of pleasure. No one in her social circle could match Inge?s sexual power. Even if one of her lovers could match Inge?s sexual control, none had the jungle woman?s incredible sexual endurance and insatiability. Only Domino came close enough to matter. The nights the redhead had spent with Martina since the blonde?s return had been absolutely delicious ? almost enough to take Martina?s mind off of Inge. However, she did not have the kind of rivalry with Domino that she had with Inge. The vicious sexual competition and animosity that she and the other blonde shared gave their battles a touch of anger and hatred that added immeasurably to their mutual pleasure. Conchita was the obvious challenger for the society blonde, but Martina had promised Domino exclusive rights to Conchita?s pussy. But Martina was contemplating breaking her promise to her friend and prot?g?.
While at the party, Martina received word that, the day before, there had been another attack on a mining encampment several hours distant from the city. Once again, the blonde jungle goddess was suspected to be the culprit.
Martina left the party early and alone. In the coach back to her mansion, her mind churned with anger and frustration. She had to destroy Inge, she had to force the woman to stop performing these acts of vandalism and terrorism against Martina?s corporate allies. But her conflict with Inge had become completely primal. No longer was simply murdering the jungle goddess an option. Now, nothing less than outright sexual war between two powerful Alpha bitches was necessary. One of them had to sexually conquer and destroy the other. Inge had to be humbled, broken, cunt to cunt and tit to tit; nothing else would do. Martina had to know that she was the more powerful woman, that she possessed the stronger cunt. She and Inge both had to know it.
Martina?s stiletto heels beat an angry rhythm on the marble floor as she made her way through her mansion to her enormous bedroom. Pablo, one of her trusted retainers, followed close at her heels, following her from her carriage, taking her fur wrap. Martina was silent as she fumed over Inge?s most recent attack. It might be time for her to go back into the jungle, find Inge, and resume their fuckwar. This time, she would not leave until only one of them was standing. If that meant fucking each other to death, so be it. At least they would destroy each other with raw sexual pleasure.
When she got to the massive double-door to her bedroom, she paused.
?Pablo, I won?t need any assistance tonight. If I need anything, I will call for you.?
?Yes, Madame,? the butler replied. He turned away and marched down the hall, back towards his station.
Martina swept into her room. She locked the door, made her way across the room to her vanity. The large room was strategically lit, with electric lamps forming puddles of light at her dresser, her bed, and the entryway to her walk-in closet and ensuite bathroom. A fire was burning in the fireplace, in front of which was a thick fur rug. That was where Martina and Inge had fucked the first time the blonde Spanish woman had matched her incredible body against that of the jungle woman. Martina had won the first battle in that skirmish, but was unprepared to withstand the sheer pleasure that Inge?s body gave to her own.
Martina removed her shoes. She sat at her dresser and stared at herself in the mirror, her eyes blazing with anger and, underneath that, barely-contained lust. After a minute, Martina put aside her angry thoughts. She removed her jeweled earrings and sparkling diamond necklace. She removed the pin that held her hair up in a series of golden loops on her head. She shook out her lush mane, her thick locks cascading over her bare shoulders. She leaned forward, her incredible cleavage straining at her gold dress, and used a hot wipe to remove the sparse makeup she had used to highlight her eyes and her ruby-red lips. She began brushing out her long, blonde hair.
The dresser mirror gave Martina a clear view of two of the high, steepled windows arrayed like sentries along the opposite wall of her bedroom. The windows looked out onto the mansion?s extensive back gardens and the wild jungle beyond. Right now, they framed the darkness outside; the sound of the jungle night came in through them, and the light of a crescent moon. In the mirror, Martina suddenly saw the reflection of a perfect, incredibly voluptuous woman landing on the window sill. Inge stood tall. She was wearing her leopard-skin bikini, which strained to contain her voluptuous flesh. A knife was strapped to her right thigh. Corded over her shoulder was a sack, laden with something heavy.
Martina turned on the dresser seat to face Inge. The women?s eyes locked from across the room, grey to blue.
Unbearable heat passed between the rival blondes. Both women felt their bodies come immediately to full arousal. Burning nipples tightened and swelled into fleshy, angry spikes. Hot pussies grew immeasurably hotter; pulsing clits began to pound like drums, and grew into monstrous, aching nubs of pleasure. Their cunts lubricated powerfully; intense heat filled their vaginal canals and radiated into the rest of their lush, tight flesh. Their engorged breasts throbbed with heat; their bellies warmed and tightened in anticipation. Their lips tingled; every erogenous zone in their bodies, all of their tanned flesh, sizzled with heat and electricity. The women licked their suddenly dry lips in anticipation of the savage, immeasurably ecstatic sexual warfare to come.
Inge stepped into the room, her hips swinging, her luscious tits jiggling, her powerful, muscled body moving with feline grace. She unslung the sack from her shoulder, reached in, and pulled out one of the rejuvenating fruits that the two women had used so effectively during their last battle. Without a word, she threw the pear-shaped bulb to Martina. Martina caught the fruit with one hand. Immediately, she began to eat it. She stood up; her bare feet sank into the luxurious fur rug under the dressing table. As she watched, Inge reached into the bag and pulled out another fruit and began eating it. The women?s eyes remained locked. Inge slowly made her way towards the fireplace. Martina reached down and pressed a button on her dresser. Somewhere deep in the house, the women heard a bell ring.
As the energizing power of the fruit suffused their bodies, both women felt their sexual power intensify, their mutual hunger grow stronger, ravenous. Martina thrilled to the strange feeling of slowly going insane with absolute, unbearable lust. Her sexual desire was so intense that she could feel her clit fluttering with tension within her soaking cunt. She felt she could fuck Inge relentlessly, for days, non-stop. She vowed to herself that, this time, Inge would not escape. Neither of them would leave this room until their rivalry was decided, until it was clear to both of them which of them was the more sexually powerful woman. Martina placed the remains of her fruit on the dresser; Inge placed her fruit?s core on the fireplace mantle.
A knock at her bedroom door interrupted the women?s growing confrontation.
?You rang, Madam?? Pablo asked from the other side of the door.
Martina broke her gaze with Inge and walked up to the door. ?Pablo, I want you to make sure that I am not disturbed in my bedroom until I ring for you. I may be busy for the next few days. Do you understand??
?You wish me to not disturb you for the next few days? Until you call for me??
?Yes, that?s correct. And you?re to give these orders to the rest of the household. I want no one to disturb me, unless I call for them.?
Martina could hear Pablo hesitating at these strange orders. ?Yes, mistress.?
?Also, you are to ignore the noises that will be coming out of my room. Is that understood??
Another hesitation. ?Yes, mistress.?
Martina turned to go, then remembered something else. ?Also, you are to leave two pitchers of water with two glasses outside of the bedroom door, on the hall table. Come back and replenish them every four hours, during the day, eight hours at night.?
She paused to think if she would need anything else. She could not think of anything.
?As I said, I will ring for you when I am ready for you.?
?Yes, mistress.?
?Thank you. You may go now.?
?Yes, mistress. Thank you.?
Martina heard Pablo walk down the hall. She turned back to Inge. Inge was standing on the fur rug in front of the fireplace, where the women had first fought. She had placed her sack, filled with fruit, on the floor next to the rug.
Martina slowly crossed the floor towards Inge, her body burning, aching with overpowering desire and the raw need to fuck and fuck and fuck. She was going to consume Inge, she was going to devour every part of the blonde jungle goddess? body with her own. Martina could see the same need, the same overwhelming lust, in Inge?s eyes. The women smiled at each other savagely.
Martina reached up and slipped the spaghetti straps from her shoulders. The gold gown slid down her body, catching for an instance on her sharp, thick nipples, before sliding down, exposing her massive perfect tits. Martina wiggled, working the tight sheath down her body, sliding it over her wide hips, down her muscled thighs, until it fell at her bare feet. She was completely naked under the dress. Her nude, tan body gleaming in the orange firelight, Martina resumed walking towards Inge.
Inge?s eyes raked eagerly over the blonde woman?s incredible, curvaceous body. Inge removed her knife in its scabbard and threw it onto a chair beside the fireplace. Inge reached up and untied her bikini top; her massive tits popped out, jiggling as she freed them from their meager restraints. She undid the knot on her thong and pulled the tiny garment away from her wet crotch. Inge threw the two scraps of cloth onto the chair; completely nude, she arched her back, presenting her thick, juicy tits in challenge to her blonde rival. She placed her hands on her womanly hips and threw back her head, her golden mane flashing in the firelight.
Martina joined Inge on the fur rug in front of the fireplace. The naked women glared at each other, hands on their hips, from only a meter apart. To anyone observing these two Alpha bitches, it would be very hard to tell them apart. Both women?s blonde hair was the same color and length; their manes bushed out around their shoulders and down to their shoulder blades. Their luscious bodies wore the same unbroken golden tan. Below the neck, the women?s incredible bodies were equally voluptuous, their massive tits and wide, womanly hips perfect matches, their rippling abdomens and long, muscular legs mirror images. Even the coarse nest of their blonde bushes and their juicy, thick-lipped vulva were almost indistinguishable. Their gorgeous faces were equally beautiful, though subtly different. Inge?s blue eyes blazed, locking with Martina?s hot grey glare. The women looked deep into each other, seeing their mutual desire, their shared need to conquer, to destroy each other.
The women moved closer, their eyes locked. The delicious, intoxicating odor of aroused pussies filled the women?s sensitive noses; their inner thighs were wet as cunt juice streamed from their burning, throbbing twats. Their nipples pulsed with tension. The women leaned forward until they were almost nose to nose; their soft, sweet breath mixed and mingled.
?I?m going to fuck you raw, slut,? Martina breathed, her voice low and hoarse with desire. She had never felt as aroused, as insanely horny, as she did now. ?I am going to tame your cunt, flatten your tits. I?m going to break your body with mine.?
?You sow,? Inge whispered back. ?I am going to fuck you dry, you whore. I will teach you the power of a true woman, the power of real woman?s cunt. I will make you beg me to stop.?
Martina reached out, slowly and deliberately, and slipped her hand between Inge?s thighs, cupping Inge?s dripping, hairy pussy. She squeezed the wet, hot meat gently, running her middle finger along Inge?s burning slit. Inge moaned, biting her lip, as the incredible sensations arced through her voluptuous body. Immediately, she reached down and grasped Martina?s wet, hungry twat. She squeezed, then pressed her middle finger up into Martina?s cleft, spreading Martina?s cunt lips slightly, putting pressure on the other blonde?s clit. Martina moaned, then pressed harder into Inge, stimulating the jungle woman?s clit in reply. Gasping, panting into each other?s gorgeous faces, the blondes teased and tortured each other, both on the edge of fingerfucking, but not quite. Instead, the two women stroked each other?s wet, juicy pussy lips, driving each other crazy with lust as their sensitive mounds heated up, as their cunts leaked more and more, causing their clits to swell even larger, to throb even harder. It was Inge who finally slipped her middle finger up inside Martina?s soaking slit, sliding her digit as far into the tight, wet fuck canal as she could. An instant later, two of Martina?s fingers penetrated Inge. The gasping women leaned into each other, pressing together nipple to nipple, groaning as they felt their swollen nipples burn even hotter as they sucked and sealed, milk hole latching to milk hole. They pushed harder, driving their nipples into each other, compressing their swelling titflesh. They touched nose to nose, glaring into each other through half-open eyes, as their luscious bodies grew more and more aroused with each moment, with each delicious thrust of hot fingers in sopping wet twats.
Inge ran her tongue along Martina?s panting lips; Martina?s tongue lashed out, pressing, lapping at Inge?s pink probe. The women turned their heads, slipped their noses past each other, and sank into a deep, ravenous kiss. Their mouths sealed together hungrily, both women trying to suck the other?s tongue, trying to devour each other. Martina lifted her free hand to the back of Inge?s head, buried her fingers in Inge?s thick, blonde mane, and pushed hard, pushing Inge?s mouth more deeply into her own. Inge pulled her wet hand out of Martina?s leaking twat and wrapped both of her arms around the Spanish woman?s back, pulling Martina into a tit-crushing bear hug. Martina groaned as her tits convulsed under the added pressure. She slipped her wet hand out of Inge?s cunt, ran it along Inge?s hip, and slid her hand up Inge?s back until she could wrap both of her arms around the jungle woman?s upper back. Inge and Martina squeezed, crushing tits, and moved their bodies closer. Strong, wet thighs pressed together; both women arched their backs and brought their taut bellies slapping together. Their thick pubic bushes crushed tight and intertwined, golden pubes tangling with golden pubes as both women wriggled their bellies against each other. They flexed their backs and upper bodies, rubbing and grinding their tits. Their hands moved over each other?s muscular, flexing backs, stroking and grabbing, squeezing and grasping, before both women slid their hands down each other?s back to sink their fingers into the other woman?s round, rippling ass. Moaning into each other?s mouths, the battling blonde goddesses spread their wet thighs, opening their cunts to each other, positioning their hungry twats, and shoved their pelvises forward. Their throbbing, swollen clits glanced across their rough pubic hair before each thick sexhorn found its counterpart. The women?s exquisitely sensitive clits licked and stabbed each other, sending paroxysms of pure ecstasy roaring through them. Inge and Martina screamed into each other?s mouths; their powerful bodies shuddered in concert as clit met clit in an explosion of unendurable pleasure. Tears squeezed out from under their tightly shut eyelids as both women struggled to control the incredible sensations filling their bodies.
Stroking, stroking, clit on clit, Martina and Inge kept their sexhorns in constant contact as they battled. Their clits fenced head to head, pushing waves of excruciating pleasure through the struggling women, or rolled around and around each other, grating and sliding electrically, both women torturing each other with ecstasy. Constant erotic heat radiated from their battling clits, filling their bodies with tingling, burning pleasure. Martina and Inge were locked in a vicious kiss as their tongues wrestled and struggled within their locked mouths, fighting for domination. Their powerful pink muscles pushed and shoved at each other, trying to force each other to the back of the other woman?s throat, slipping and sliding in spit, tangling up in slick, hot knots. Mixed saliva filled their mouths and both women?s throats worked as they swallowed it back, but spit overflowed from their locked mouths anyway and strung down to their mashed, pulsing tits. The women?s moans and whimpers of sheer erotic bliss disappeared down the other?s throat; their fingers indented each other?s rippling ass as their tortuous clitfight raged on and on and on. Ten, twenty, forty minutes of unbearable sexual agony wracked their writhing, grinding bodies. Tears streamed from their eyes as the two blondes inflicted more and more ecstasy on each other, each striving to overwhelm the other with raw sex, to prove that her body was capable of giving and taking more pleasure than that of the other woman.
Their pubic hair tangled and knotted together, soaking wet from their sopping pussies. The women?s tits crushed and surged against each other, slick with sweat and nipple pre-cum. Their nipples sizzled with electricity, their milk holes sucked and pulled at each other, buried deep inside their mashed titflesh. Their bare bellies were flat to each other, undulating, wet with sweat and nipple secretions. The women?s perfect bodies were at war, every inch of Inge matched and struggling against every inch of Martina. To anyone watching, it was nearly impossible to tell which woman was which; their nearly identical bodies were locked tight, tan skin to tan skin, and their gorgeous faces, sealed at their struggling mouths, were covered over by the knotted tangle of their golden manes.
Inge and Martina gradually spread their legs wider and found themselves sinking down to the rug, falling down to their knees as their battling bodies shuddered with barely-contained sexual power. Their clits continued their relentless war; their compressed tits burned with sensation. Martina suddenly released Inge?s rippling ass and raised both her hands to Inge?s thick hair; she sank her fingers into the golden locks and pulled hard, trying to pull Inge off balance and onto her back. An instant before Martina pulled, however, Inge sensed her plan and sank her own hands in Martina?s equally thick hair. The two women pulled viciously at each other?s hair at the same time. They rocked back and forth, pulling with all their incredible strength, trying to force the other woman into the submissive position. Neither could overpower the other, but the yanking on their heads forced their mouths to separate. A thick string of spit connected their lips as they pulled apart. Both women sucked it back, then spit in each other?s faces, at the same time.
?You fucking whore,? Martina breathed at Inge, her beautiful face contorted with rage and pain from the hair-pulling. ?Get onto your back, bitch, where you belong,? she snarled.
?Dirty cunt,? Inge shot back. ?Spread your legs for me, you filthy fuck,? she hissed.
The women rocked back and forth, pressed nose to nose, glaring at each other hatefully, pulling painfully at the other?s mane, panting in rage and exertion. Unexpectedly, Inge released Martina?s hair, put her hands on the other blonde?s shoulders, and pushed Martina away with a powerful shove. Martina fell over, her body separating from Inge?s lush form for the first time in more than an hour of vicious fuckfighting. The women grunted as their pubic hair ripped apart painfully; Martina?s hand took a few strands of hair from Inge?s head as she fell onto her ass. Martina pushed herself up on her elbows, expecting Inge to take advantage of her inferior position and attempt to mount her. Instead, Inge pushed back and sat down on her ass on the rug, facing Martina. With a lustful smile, Inge spread her legs and presented her red, wet, hot cunt to Martina in challenge. Inge reached down and used two fingers to push aside her thick, dripping pussy lips, presenting her thumb-sized, swollen clit. The massive nub throbbed and twitched with arousal, as Martina watched.
Martina moaned with pure lust. She reached down and spread her pussy lips, giving her engorged clit more room. Her clit throbbed and pulsed, twitching on its own with the sheer tension of its incredible arousal.
Spreading their legs, angling their bodies, Inge and Martina slid into the forks between their thighs, sliding their wet cunts together in intimate, mutual violation.
?Oh God, fucking God, Yessssssss,? Martina moaned as her wet, meaty twat slapped hot and tight to Inge?s wet, thick, fuckmeat. The spike of pure ecstasy that raced through her incredible body almost pushed her into orgasm. Juicy, hot pussy lips sucked and slid on each other, slick and delicious.
?Fuck, oh fuck, oh fuckkkkkk,?Inge purred, her head thrown back, her gorgeous face wearing a rapturous expression of pure pleasure as she felt her genitals melt and fuse with Martina?s delicious cunt.
Each woman seized the other woman?s sweaty thigh in one hand, braced her body with the other, and thrust into the other blonde with all her power. The sound of wet, thick meat slapping and sucking and sealing filled the room; the women?s erotic cries grew louder and sharper as they began rocking together, their hips and asses flexing, rippling as they worked to penetrate, to spread each other?s pussies, to lock their cunts into a fleshy, unbreakable seal. Their swollen clits grated and rolled, head to head, throbbing and pulsing, slipping and sliding around each other, trapped together within the tight, muscled arena of the women?s inosculated cunts. Waves of sheer, unbearable pleasure rolled off their caressing, sliding clits.
When the women were certain their cunts had a good grip on each other, Inge and Martina squeezed their twats as hard as they could, striving to devour and overpower each other, to crush the sex out of the other. Their pussies wrestled, trembling in tension. The women pulled hard with their deep vaginal muscles, trying to suck the other in, trying to suck the other woman dry. Their locked twats poured with vaginal secretions, their pussies shuddered with unbelievable pleasure. The battling blondes cried out in ecstasy, their bodies quivering with the unbearable sensations they were inflicting on each other. Their massive tits jiggled wildly, taut mounds of meat wet with sweat and dripping with nipple pre-cum. Their bellies rippled as they sucked and squeezed at each other, cunt to cunt. Their thick, blonde bushes meshed and knotted into one hairy, wet mass.
The women bucked and humped, riding each other mercilessly, both intent on destroying the other, on giving and taking more pleasure than the other could stand. Inge reached out, filled her hand with one of Martina?s massive, bouncing tits, and squeezed, teasing and torturing the Spanish woman?s nipple. Martina groaned with indescribable ecstasy and returned the favor, kneading one of Inge?s meaty tits, twisting her rock-hard nipple until the jungle woman cried out in pain and pleasure. Glaring at each other with hate and lust, Inge released Martina?s tit and grabbed the back of Martina?s head, pulling the Spanish blonde towards her. Martina knew what Inge wanted; she spread herself a bit wider, pushed closer, wrapped her thigh over Inge?s hip, even as Inge reciprocated and pushed in even closer. The women pressed up to each other, their cunts still locked and pulsing, sucking at each other. They pressed their swollen, aching tits together, both women crying out in pleasure as their massive breasts mated once more. Nose to nose, panting, glaring at each other with fury, Inge and Martina continued rolling their asses, working their clits head to head, inflicting greater and greater pleasure on each other.
?Break, you fucking cunt, break,? Martina snarled, her body trembling with the excruciating sexual pleasure filling it to the brim. She and Inge had been fucking each other raw for almost 90 minutes without either giving into a devastating orgasm. Both women?s incredible bodies were crying, screaming out for release.
?You whore, you fucking filthy whore,? Inge gasped at her enemy. Her body was quivering with sexual power, on the verge of exploding in an unbearable orgasm. She knew that this fuckwar she was having with Martina, the incredible fucking they were administering to each other, was every bit as intense as anything she had ever shared with Conchita or Sheena. She knew that Martina?s sexual power rivaled her own. She understood that she really could lose this contest of sexual endurance, of raw, wild womanhood against raw, wild womanhood. ?Cum for me, cum for me, you bitch??
?Never, never,? Martina moaned. ?You cum, cunt, cum, cum like you want to??
?Dirty, filthy, twat-eating slut,? Inge grunted, her teeth clenched, her eyes squeezed tight as she struggled to stop the detonation in her womanly core.
?Fuck, fucking bitch, dirty, filthy, fucking cunt?,? Martina hissed, her beautiful face contorted into a mask of sexual agony as she fought to hold on, just a moment longer?
The women snarled and spit at each other. Both wrapped their spare arm around the other?s back and pulled each other in even more tightly, mashing their tits. Their mouths locked hungrily, their tongues lashed at each other. Inge released Martina?s thigh and pulled the Spanish woman?s hair; Martina slipped her hand from Inge?s thigh to Inge?s left buttock, sank her fingers into the round, lush meat, and pulled hard. The women redoubled their clit on clit attacks, both feeling the end coming, feeling the impossibility of holding back their orgasms more than a few more seconds. They attacked each other viciously, each trying to push the other over the edge of ecstasy.
Inge broke the kiss, throwing back her head. ?Oh God, oh God, oh God, YOU FUCKING CUNTTTTTTTT!!!,? she screamed. Inge fell over onto her back, her body bucking, her hips driving her exploding twat deep into Martina?s equally hot, spread fuckhole. Inge came in a gusher of hot, steaming ejaculate.
?Oh, Jesus FUCKING CHRIST!!,? Martina shrieked. She fell over onto her back too, as her pussy erupted in the most intense orgasm of her life.
The women shrieked and shrieked, their long, muscled, tanned bodies writhing, undulating like mating snakes on the fur rug, their powerful, luscious bodies gleaming with sweat in the firelight. Their tits bounced and jolted, their hips rocked, their abdomens rippled and clenched as wave after wave of orgasmic power roared out of their interlocked cunts. The women gushed cum from their pussies, spraying each other, soaking their groins and their bushes and their lower torsos, wetting their bodies to their navels and higher, even splattering their jiggling tits. Hot nipple cum squirted from their engorged nipples as their tits ejaculated; the nipple cum sprayed widely, falling back on their bouncing chests to coat their massive boobs. Inge and Martina arched their backs as they convulsed in ecstasy, forming a bridge with their backs, thrusting their hips and pussies high in the air as they bucked furiously. Hot cum continued to gusher from their locked bodies. Their shared ejaculate flowed down into their vaginal canals, mixing into a juicy, hot froth. The combined cum trickled down their torsos to coat their lower tits and trickle between their cleavages. The juices flowed down into their assholes and dripped down to the rug. The women screamed and screamed, their cries coming in hitching, crying gasps. Over the next 20 minutes, their orgasmic warfare slowly abated, their bodies slowly emptied into the other.
Inge and Martina lay on the rug, sprawled away from each other, their cunts sealed and locked, like two muscular, overlapping mouths. The fur rug beneath their bodies was soaked with sweat and ejaculate. Their breasts and bellies heaved as they struggled to recover their breath. Their tits gleamed in the dim light, coated with nipple cum. The intoxicating smell of hot pussy and womanly secretions filled the air.
Outside in the hallway, a small group of servants had gathered, listening to the sounds coming from inside their mistress? room with awe, a bit of fear, and more than a little erotic arousal. Most of them were Martina?s long-time servitors and well aware of how their mistress spent her time. None of them had ever heard such cries of raw erotic pleasure coming from their mistress before, even when she spent time with Domino. Pablo came hurrying up, carrying a tray heavy with the pitchers of water and two glasses, as Martina had instructed.
?Go on, all of you,? Pablo hissed in a whisper. ?The mistress left strict instructions she was not to be disturbed, no matter what sounds we hear. Go back to bed, all of you.?
The servants reluctantly departed. Many of them, Pablo had no doubt, would be having sex or masturbating furiously that night.
Pablo placed the tray on the table beside the bedroom door, then listened outside the door until it grew quiet in the room. He left and closed the outer hallway door leading to Martina?s room. He locked the door. That should ensure as much privacy as possible to his mistress. He knew that her bedroom windows were open. The erotic sounds were filling the back garden with noise, but there was nothing he could do about that.
After some time, Martina stirred. She pushed herself up on her elbows and looked down the length of her sweat-slicked body at Inge. The Spanish blonde?s flawless tits jiggled deliciously as she sat up. Inge?s chest was still rising and falling. Her body glistened in the light. Martina squeezed Inge?s pussy with her own; she felt an immediate answering pressure.
?First blood to me, you cunt,? Martina smiled, her voice low and hoarse. ?That?s just a taste of what I?m going to do to you. I?m going to break you and suck out that little twat until it shrivels up like a raisin.?
Inge glared at Martina, then suddenly sat up, her eyes flashing. She pushed herself to a full sitting position, then pulled back, sucking her cunt away from Martina?s twat, ripping their tangled pubes apart. Both women cried out with the shock of pain.
?You little bitch!? Inge hissed. ?You got lucky, but your luck is about to run out!?
Martina started to sit up. Inge?s hand lashed out, catching the Spanish woman on the side of her face. Martina?s head whipped around as she cried out. Stunned by the blow, Martina fell back on the rug, momentarily dazed.
Inge wasted no time. She threw her naked body on top of Martina?s lush, nude form. Inge grabbed Martina?s hands, fingers intertwining, and pushed the woman?s arms to either side of her head. The jungle goddess? perfect tits crushed down thick and taut on Martina?s matching golden orbs; the women?s flat bellies slapped together tightly. Inge forced her powerful thighs between Martina?s legs, spreading the Spanish woman, exposing her cunt to violation. She pushed down with her hips; her thick, juicy fuckmeat slapped wetly onto Martina?s aching twat. Inge worked her hips around and around, grinding her cunt down into Martina?s lush, burning quim.
?I?m going to fuck your brains out, you filthy whore,? Inge breathed, nose to nose with the Spanish woman splayed beneath her.
?Just try, you cunt-eating slut,? Martina whispered back. The women?s angry, hungry mouths locked, their tongues lashed and twisted together in spitty knots. Inge?s hips worked, pumping herself into Martina?s yielding twat; Martina moved with her, matching Inge thrust for thrust, arching her back, rocking her hips, keeping their ravenous pussies glued together. The women soon broke their spitty kiss. Cheek to cheek, their erotic moaning growing deeper and louder as their clits twisted together and locked within their struggling cunts. Inge and Martina fucked relentlessly, their perfect bodies straining, battling for sexual supremacy. Inge released Martina?s hands; both women seized the other?s pumping ass. Together, they fucked and fucked, fucking each other senseless, fucking each other with a hunger and desire that defied description. They humped each other up the pleasure scale until, more than an hour after starting, their incredible bodies went stiff in a series of exploding orgasms. The women soaked each other?s lower bodies as their cunts ejaculated thick cum; their nipples gushed again and again as their tits spasmed in erotic release. Their screams of sexual ecstasy harmonized, finally fading into pulsating moans after more than 10 minutes of exchanging shot after shot of hot cum.
The women rested, wet and hot, soaked in their sweat and secretions, their breath coming in hard pants. For ten minutes they lay sprawled on each other, their limbs carelessly twined, their lush bodies recovering. Then Martina wrapped her arms around Inge?s hot, nude body and rolled the jungle woman onto her back. Inge did not resist. Instead, she spread her legs in welcome. Inge eagerly accepted Martina?s clit into her throbbing cunt, enjoyed the weight of Martina?s tits crushing down on her own. The women locked together again and resumed their fuckwar, each utterly determined to sexually drain and exhaust and destroy the other.
For another hour they fucked until their bodies detonated with more explosive, ecstatic orgasms. Twice more, they switched positions, Inge on top followed by Martina doing the riding. More than six hours after they started their relentless fucking, Inge and Martina finally rolled apart. They lay side by side, their thick, wet bushes and red, hot pussies, even their swollen nipples, linked to each other with thick strands of viscous cum. Their bodies were wet and hot, gleaming and slick in the dimming firelight. The women lay side by side on the soaked rug for some time, regaining their strength.
Finally, they turned their heads to glare at each other. After another moment, Martina sat up. Inge began to move to meet her, but Martina quickly turned herself around, and lay down on her side again, this time facing down Inge?s body. Inge smiled hungrily as she understood what Martina wanted, what the Spanish woman was offering.
?Yessssss,? Inge moaned. She rolled onto her side and lifted her right leg, offering Martina access to her pussy. Martina did the same. The two women closed on each other, both eagerly burying their beautiful faces in the other woman?s hot, sweaty, fragrant cunt. They looped their arms around each other?s hips and got good grips on the other?s round, muscled ass, filling their hands with their opponent?s buttocks. They licked ravenously at the sweat and cum coating the inside of the other?s thighs, they rubbed their faces in the other woman?s thick, hot bush, enjoying the smell, the shared intimacy of violating and torturing each other in such a deliciously erotic way. Their massive tits crushed into the other?s belly; the undersides of their tits pushed and mashed against each other. The woman wrapped their thighs around the other?s head and began rolling back and forth on the rug. Their tongues probed deep into each other?s thick-lipped cunts, licking out and sucking back cum and other juices, tracing and teasing the soft, slick labia, penetrating into the vaginal canals, teasing and lapping at swollen, throbbing clits. As one, Inge and Martina locked their lips around their rival?s engorged clit and sucked hard, biting gently at the exquisitely, impossibly sensitive, bundle of nerves. They screamed in concert as unbelievable waves of pleasure roared through their bodies, causing them to tremble and quake with incredible sensations. Moaning, screaming in sexual joy, they settled on the rug, Martina on top, Inge on the bottom, and began eating each other with wild abandon, both filled with a ravenous hunger for each other?s cunts. Martina slid her hands down Inge?s smooth, muscled back, and buried her fingers deep in Inge?s thick mane of hair; she pulled viciously. Inge groaned in pain and intense pleasure and immediately filled her hands with Martina?s equally thick hair and pulled just as viciously. For long minutes, the women tortured each other this way, before finally releasing each other?s hair so they could use their hands in other ways.
Their hands opened and spread their opponent?s buttocks, their tongues probed the other woman?s puckered asshole, licking and pushing at the acrid, inviting orifice. Inge drove her questing fingers into Martina?s tight asshole; she resumed sucking the Spanish woman?s clit. Martina happily returned the violation, then added to it by shoving three fingers deep into Inge?s twat. Soon, the women were finger-fucking each other, rolling back and forth on the rug, moaning and gasping, screaming in mutual rage and hate and desire. Their beautiful faces were trapped between the other?s thighs, which was exactly where both wanted to be. Inge and Martina slowly drove each other insane with lust as they devoured each other?s pussies.
After more than an hour, they came hard, as one, into each other?s face. Inge and Martina sucked back and swallowed as much cum as they could. They bodies writhed and bucked, their legs beating a rhythm on the floor as they trembled in orgasmic bliss, ejaculating into each other?s faces again and again. For a moment, they collapsed, Martina?s cheek pressed into Inge?s thick bush and soft cunt , using the jungle woman?s crotch like a pillow. Inge, on the bottom, let her head fall back on the rug. The women lay like that for a few minutes. Their ragged breathing filled the air. Through the window, the first light of dawn lit the sky, the first sounds of the morning chorus began.
Inge stirred; she did not want to pass out and leave herself to Martina?s mercies. She lifted her head to the Spanish woman?s twat, deeply inhaled the intoxicating scent of hot pussy, then began licking Martina?s cunt again. Martina moaned and soon began returning the attention. Inge probed Martina?s soft twat with her fingers. In a sudden move, she knifed all five fingers of her right hand into Martina?s yielding cunt. The blonde Spanish woman jerked but, before she could react, Inge shoved her hand in deeper into the incredibly tight, powerful orifice, then balled her fingers into a fist.
?Oh, you fucking whore!!,? Martina moaned, her magnificent body shuddering uncontrollably as Inge violated her in the most perfect, delicious way. ?You fucking dirty cunt!!?
Inge enjoyed having Martina at her mercy; she twisted her fist viciously, reveling in the Spanish blonde?s cries of ecstasy. A few moments later, however, it was Inge?s turn to shriek in bliss and arch her back in ecstasy as Martina?s hand plunged deep into her vagina, spreading her vaginal canal, before balling into a probing fist.
The women rolled onto their sides; from this position of equality, they fisted each other viciously and enthusiastically, reaming each other out, pumping their fists into the other?s tight, straining cunt, doing all they could to spread and weaken the other woman?s twat, to force more pleasure on each other than they could stand. To add to the torture, Inge and Martina wrapped their lips and tongues around the other woman?s clit and sucked them like lollipops. The women moaned constantly, occasionally releasing the other woman?s clit to scream uncontrollably when the pleasure they were inflicting on each other became too overwhelming. After 20 minutes of this, the women?s bodies began to spasm as orgasm after orgasm roared through them. Hot ejaculate leaked out over their arms, wetting their faces. They continued to suck each other?s clits, even as their bodies trembled and bucked in orgasmic delight. For another half hour, the women pulled and fist-fucked orgasm after orgasm out of each other until, finally, gasping and screaming out in ecstasy, the women had enough. Inge and Martina pulled their fists out of the other?s twat; a gusher of ejaculate, which their arms had prevented from leaving their bodies, streamed out. Both women immediately buried their faces in the other woman?s cunt, opening their mouths, sucking in and holding as much of the steaming cum as they could, but neither swallowed.
Inge and Martina rolled apart, then got onto their knees and threw themselves into the other woman?s arms. Arms wrapped around their bodies, tits and bellies crushed tight, the hungry women locked into a hard, hot kiss. They eagerly, sloppily swapped cum back and forth, their tongues fighting in the hot ejaculate in their mouths, the thick drool running down their cheeks to their chins, then to their mashed tits, running into their shared cleavage. For long minutes, the enraged, aroused women kissed ferociously, their naked bodies rubbing and wriggling against each other, the heat in their pussies growing again.
Finally, they broke the kiss and pulled back from each other. Nose to nose, they glared at each other. Martina suddenly spat in Inge?s face; before the jungle woman could retaliate, Martina locked her into a kiss again. The women wrestled as they kissed and fell onto their sides onto the rug. For a few moments, they struggled, each trying to roll the other onto her back and take the top position. Martina finally succeeded in gaining the top spot. She mounted Inge; Inge?s legs twined and locked with Martina?s, holding her in place. Once again, they broke their savage kiss and glared at each other. Inge opened her mouth to say nothing obscene; Martina spat into Inge?s open mouth.
?You fucking whore,? Inge snarled. She spat into Martina?s face; a moment later, Martina?s lips were locked to Inge?s once again, their tongues were twisted and struggling, their moans of shared hate and lust filled the room. Their luscious, perfect bodies writhed and undulated against each other slowly, teasingly, their tanned flesh burning as their insatiable sexual drives ignited once more.
For the next 20 minutes, Inge and Martina kissed, their tongues working against each other, spit flowing between them, their naked bodies slowly grinding, rubbing, writhing. Finally, they broke the kiss. Glaring at each other, they pushed away. Their bodies were burning with desire once more, burning with the need to mate, to fuck and fuck and fuck. But they were also tired. They had been fucking each other for almost eight hours. Even women as incredible as they were, with inexhaustible, insatiable sexual appetites, needed rest and nourishment.
Martina stood up, somewhat unsteadily, and walked over to the side table where Inge had left her bag of fruit. The Spanish goddess opened the bag and pulled out two of the pear-shaped tubers. She threw one to Inge; she ate the other one herself. The women silently ate the fruit, Inge sitting on the rug, her legs drawn up beneath her, Martina standing by the table. Even as they ate, they felt the fruit?s power working in them. Heat rushed through their perfect bodies, easing aches, relieving soreness, sending a jolt of energy into their womanly cores. Inge had come to realize that these fruits did more than just restore a woman?s vigor; they also fed sexual appetites, making a woman who was already horny even more ravenously hungry.
The women finished their fruit. Martina placed her core on the table, next to the bag. Inge threw her?s into the fireplace. Martina walked to the bedroom door, opened it, and stepped out into the hall, still nude. A moment later, she returned bearing the tray with the pitchers of water and glasses. She put down the try to lock the door, then carried it to the fireplace. The women sated their thirst, draining nearly half of one pitcher before they stopped.
The women?s eyes locked, their shared hunger returning full force. They smiled at each other viciously; both felt restored, refreshed, ready to resume their fuckwar. Inge got onto her hands and knees and began crawling across the rug towards Martina. Martina waited, wanting to see what the jungle woman would do. Inge crawled up to Martina, got onto her knees, and slid her hands up Martina?s muscled back thighs, over her perfect ass, up to the small of her back. Inge buried her face between Martina?s legs, eagerly inhaling the thick scent of the Spanish woman?s cunt and fragrant bush. She placed her hands on Martina?s ass and pulled at the cheeks, sinking her fingers into the taut meat. Her tongue lashed out, running along Martina?s pussy, licking out the cleft, teasing out the woman?s swelling clit.
Martina moaned, throwing back her head, her eyes closed. She sank her hands in Inge?s thick hair and pushed the woman?s face into her pussy even harder. Martina spread her legs a little more, easing Inge?s access to her dripping twat. Inge reached up and filled her hands with both of Martina?s throbbing tits. She squeezed them hard, twisting the nipples, even as she sucked vigorously at Martina?s thickening, pulsing clit.
For 5, 10 minutes, the women were locked in this erotic tableau; Inge eagerly, hungrily eating Martina?s cunt, squeezing and kneading the Spanish woman?s massive tits; Martina moaning, gasping in pleasure, her hands buried in Inge?s hair, her naked body trembling with delicious erotic sensations. Pussy juice leaked down Martina?s thighs; Inge lapped at it, enjoying the taste, before returning her attention to Martina?s burning clit. Between her legs, Inge?s clit was swollen and throbbing, her body incredibly aroused by what she was doing to Martina, by the promise of the ecstasy to come.
Martina pulled Inge by the hair. It was painful and Inge was forced to release Martina?s clit to rise to her feet, gasping with the shock of agony in her head. She reached back to pull Martina?s hand from her head; Martina placed her free hand on Inge?s massive right tit and squeezed hard. Then she slid her hand down Inge?s smooth, muscled belly, to the jungle woman?s thick blonde bush. Gripping Inge?s pubes firmly, Martina pulled hard.
?Aaaaaaah! You fuck!? Inge screamed. She instantly grabbed Martina by the hair at the back of Martina?s head and yanked viciously. In the same moment, Inge slid her other hand into Martina?s cunt hair and pulled as hard as she could. Martina shrieked, then redoubled her attack on Inge?s pubes and hair. She began pulling Inge away from the fireplace, towards the bed.
?You dirty whore,? Martina panted. ?We?re going to finish this in my bed.? Martina felt that she had an added psychological advantage over Inge if they fought in her place of power, the place where she was the undisputed mistress, where she had humbled and broken so many women before Inge.
?Fucking slut!? Inge grunted.
Pulling each other by their pubes and hair, grunting and gasping and panting, hurting each other as much as they could, Inge and Martina dragged each other across the room. The pain and violence they were inflicting on each other was turning on both women, making them even more aroused, feeding their hunger, their need to fuck. By the time they reached the bed, both women?s hands, buried in the other?s bush, were wet with pussy juice.
The women threw each other onto the canopied bed, landing on their sides, and immediately began thrashing, throwing their arms and legs around each other, each trying to mount the other woman, to force the other into the submissive position. Screaming and spitting at each other, bodies tangled up and straining muscle to muscle, hands pulling at each other?s hair, clawing and slapping taut asses, snarling and shrieking in pain and rage, Inge and Martina locked up body to body and rolled from side to side in the enormous bed. First one woman then the other succeeded in taking the top position before being rolled by the one on the bottom. They struggled to control and dominate each other. For more than 20 minutes, the nude women wrestled, skin to skin, muscles locked, tits crushed tight, bellies rubbing and slapping. The body to body struggle fed their mutual arousal; the air was soon thick with the scent of sweat mingled with hot pussy. Their cunts leaked prodigious amounts of lubricant as they fought. Their nipples stabbed into their taut titmeat, the brown nubs as hard as rocks and more than an inch long.
Finally, Martina succeeded in taking and holding the top position. Fingers intertwined, palms hot and sweaty against each other, Martina pinned Inge?s hands to the bed, to either side of their bodies. Martina forced Inge?s thighs apart with her own powerful thighs, giving her full access to the blonde jungle woman?s aching, dripping twat. Tits squashed to each other, pulsing with heat, bellies rubbing and grinding, the two women prepared to resume their all-out fuckfight.
?You fucking bitch,? Inge snarled at her foe.
?Shut up, you dirty whore,? Martina gasped. ?You wanted to fuck this out. That?s exactly what we?re going to do. We?re going to fuck each other blind, until only one of us can walk.?
?That?s going to be me, slut,? Inge promised. She humped up, pressing her hot twat against Martina?s dripping cunt. Their thick pubic bushes crunched together deliciously.
?Let?s see,? Martina replied. With a groan of pure ecstasy, she slid her engorged clit up Inge?s furrow, until her hard sexnub was caressing, rubbing, grinding against Inge?s matching clit. The women moaned in shared delight. Inge moved her hips with Martina?s, matching her enemy thrust for thrust, keeping their pussies locked and slipping, sliding against each other. Their clits fused to each other, then twisted into a knot of pure, unbearable ecstasy. Screaming uncontrollably, Inge and Martina?s locked mouths, swallowing each other?s cries. On the bottom. Inge found herself swallowing back a great deal of their shared saliva as Martina?s spit drooled into her mouth. Their tongues sloshed the mess back and forth, struggling within their locked maws. Their groans and moans of ecstasy grew louder and louder as they fucked and fucked and fucked. The women kissed for as long as they could, until the intensity of their exertion forced them to break their mouth lock and rest sweaty cheek to cheek. They panted ferociously, whispering obscenities to each other when they could catch their breath. Their hot breath mixed, their identical golden hair knotted up into a sweaty mess as their pussy pounding, grinding, went on and on. The pleasure built in their bodies like a slowly-ticking bomb, growing and growing until, almost an hour later, it exploded in waves of orgasmic bliss. Martina and Inge shrieked in concert, their cunts and nipples ejaculating long streams of hot, thick cum. They came and came for more than 10 minutes, their sweat-soaked bodies locked and straining in unbelievable pleasure. Finally, they collapsed in a wet, sweaty heap of succulent flesh, Martina crushed down on Inge, their bodies trembling with post-orgasmic bliss.
Finally, Martina rolled off of Inge. Their thick bushes ripped apart; the women grunting with the shock of pain. The two blondes lay side by side, their perfect, succulent bodies soaked with sweat and cum, their hard nipples dripping with nipple discharge, their red, thick-lipped pussies trickling with creamy ejaculate. Their massive tits heaved with their pants. The beautiful rivals turned their heads to stare at each other, their eyes alive with mutual hate and pure lust.
?You filthy whore,? Inge panted.
?Dirty, cunt-eating slut,? Martina shot back.
The women rolled onto their sides, facing each other. Their lush hips curved up, their long, tan legs stretched down the bed. Their juicy, tight tits shifted and jiggled deliciously. Each women placed a hand on her hip, using her other hand to support her head as she glared viciously at her sexual rival.
Inge and Martina licked their lips. Both women felt their bodies growing hot and tight as their insatiable sexual appetites rejuvenated, as their sexual power slowly, then faster and faster, roared back to life, sated only momentarily by their incredible shared orgasms. Each woman knew that it would take hours, days, before she could fully sexually exhaust and overpower the incredible bitch now facing her so defiantly. Inge and Martina were filled with the same emotions; the desire to sexually destroy the other woman, but the equally powerful desire to keep fucking and fucking, to take the incredible pleasure offered by the other woman?s voluptuous body, to give the other woman more pleasure than she could stand.
Inge moved her hand from her curving hip and offered it, palm out, to Martina. Martina moved her hand that was cupping and caressing her jutting hip and twined her fingers through Inge?s fingers. Palm to palm, fingers digging into the back of the other?s hand, the women tested each other?s strength, felt each other?s power through the contact of bare skin to skin.
?You are the best fuck I have ever had,? Martina purred to the blonde jungle goddess.?You are the greatest challenge I have ever faced. But I am the greatest sexfighter in this city, this country, maybe the world. My body can do things to yours that you never dreamed; my stamina is unbeatable. I am a woman whose sexual appetites cannot be sated. I will destroy you, Inge. I will break your cunt with mine, I will break your body with my body. Only one of us can be queen of this realm and that must be me.?
Inge smiled.
?You are a beautiful woman, Martina,? Inge conceded. ?You are as good a fuck as any I have had. Your power rivals that of the strongest women I have battled. But I have crossed clits and matched tits with the greatest sexual warriors in the world. I have given and taken pleasure beyond anything you can understand. It may take days, but I will fuck you into submission. Your body will submit to mine. You will know that I am the better woman.?
The women smiled at each other, blue eyes locked to grey. Once more, they were ready to fuck, ready to match their incredible bodies to each other in every way imaginable and fight and fuck until one of them could not go on.
Inge pushed forward, moving to mount Martina. The blonde Spanish goddess did not fight. Instead, she let Inge roll her onto her back. Martina spread her legs wide. She wanted Inge on her, in her, clit on clit, tit to tit, belly to belly. The women pressed nose to nose, their hot breath mixing, their hungry mouths closing on each other. Eager tongues lapped and exchanged spit, grasping hands moved over lush bodies, stroking and grabbing, kneading and squeezing. Writhing, grinding, fucking furiously, Inge and Martina began to sexually devour each other.
The fuckfight raged on and on. The two insatiable blonde sex goddesses were absolutely determined to exhaust and humble the other, to consume each other, to prove to each other which of them was the better, the stronger, the more sexually voracious woman. For the rest of that afternoon, Inge and Martina fucked, taking turns on top, grinding and riding each other to orgasm after orgasm. In the evening, the women settled into a delicious 69. They wrapped their thighs around the other woman?s head and rolled back and forth on the bed, switching places regularly as they ate. They sucked and licked at swollen, throbbing clits and hot, soaked vaginas. They finger fucked, they rammed fists violently into each other?s cunts and assholes. They forced devastating orgasms out of each other. It was well past midnight when they finally released each other. Both women were sobbing with pleasure, with the intimacy of their shared violation. They fell into each other?s arms and, despite their near exhaustion, fucked each other to sleep. In the morning, they woke to scissor each other, grasp the other woman?s sweaty thigh, and grind each other into sexual ecstasy over and over and over again. Slick hot cunts mated and locked, thick blonde bushes grated and twined, hot cum flowed between their convulsing pussies like a fountain. Their jiggling, bouncing tits sprayed nipple cum all over their bodies. It was early afternoon before they finally changed position. Lying side by side on their sides, their feet pointed in the opposite directions, their bodies stretched out, Inge and Martina began sucking and eating each other?s massive, luscious tits. They sucked and nibbled, bit and chewed, kneaded and squeezed. They tortured each other?s nipples with their fingers and tongues. They forced tit orgasms from each other; their mouths overflowed with nipple cum. The women finally sat up, wrapped their arms around each other, mashed their slick, throbbing tits together. They spat into each other?s faces, they locked mouths and their tongues sloshed the cum back and forth, drool and cum overflowing, spilling down into their struggling cleavages. The women ended their second day of their fuckwar pulling hair, struggling to suffocate each other with cum, finally passing out on each other, their luscious bodies too spent to continue.
All through their sexual struggle, the women stopped only to relieve themselves, to replenish the prodigious amounts of fluids they were expending, and to feast on the jungle fruit. Every eight hours or so, the battling women paused to eat the fruit, which Inge had moved to the night table beside the bed. The fruit rejuvenated them, its energies soothed their abraded flesh, its power suffused them with the sexual energy they needed to continue warring against each other on the most primal level that two women could fight. The fuckwar went on and on and on, the blondes riding each other mercilessly, using all their skills, all their power, all the sexual force they could muster, against each other. They forced each other to multiple screaming orgasms, inflicting more pleasure on each other than either woman?s body could endure.
On the morning of the fourth day of their fuckfight marathon, Inge and Martina woke side by side, flat on their backs, their bodies stretched out in opposite directions. The women had eaten each other into unconsciousness in the early hours of the morning, exhausting each other in a series of shattering multiple orgasms that left them both drenched in cum and too spent to continue.
Inge slowly pushed herself to a sitting position. Martina rose to match her. The women stared at each other. Martina and Inge stank of sex and sweat. Their lush bodies were streaked with dried cum and other secretions. Their hair was a tangled mess of gold; their pubic bushes were matted and caked with dried cum. Their massive, succulent tits were ringed with bitemarks; their swollen brown nipples had reddened under the pressure of so many hours of being sucked and of rubbing and grinding directly against each other. Their inner thighs were peppered with teethmarks. Their pussies were red and hot-looking, abraded by the hours and hours of constant friction of wrestling and grinding cunt to cunt, despite the copious amounts of natural lubrication provided by their incredibly aroused bodies. Their necks were tattooed with hickeys. Scratches scattered across both women?s bodies, especially on their backs and asses. Distinct abrasions shaped like handprints adorned both women?s asses. The women?s eyes locked. To both of them, the other woman had never looked so beautiful or desirable. Inge and Martina saw each other in all of their sexual glory, two Alpha bitches in their element, fighting for sexual domination with the weapons of their bodies. Nothing could be more erotic.
Without a word, Martina rolled herself off the bed. Unsteadily, she walked to the ensuite bathroom of her bedroom, sat on the toilet, and took a long, hard piss. As she left the bathroom, Inge staggered in after her. While Inge relieved herself, Martina moved to the door of her bedroom and opened it. Naked, she stepped into the hallway, retrieved the two pitchers of water and glasses on the tray on the hall table. Martina carried the tray back to the bed. She poured herself and Inge glasses of the cool, refreshing water. As she waited for Inge, she gulped the water back quickly, then refilled her glass and had some more. Inge returned to the bed, took her glass and drank deeply. Both women drained almost half of their respective pitchers before they felt ready to resume their fuckwar.
Martina replaced their glasses on the tray and moved it to the night table beside the bed. She reached into the bag that sat on the table and grabbed two fruits. She threw one to Inge. The women began eating, their eyes roaming hungrily over the other woman?s body, taking in every luscious inch of tanned flesh. As they ate, they felt the power, their sexual energy, slowly returning. Inge felt her thick nipples tighten, she felt the sexual desire in her belly flare to a ravenous hunger. Martina?s eyes shone with desire. Her pussy felt hot and wet. Both women?s clits began to pulse harder, throb more intensely. The women smiled at each other as their sexual power, their overwhelming lust, returned full strength.
The women sat across from each other and spread their powerful, cum-streaked thighs wide. Each woman used her right hand to brace her body. With their left hands, Inge and Martina began stroking, teasing the sensitive flesh of their cunts. Their fingers smoothed and combed through the thick fur of their pussies before returning to stimulate their powerful twats. Their massive clits swelled up, thick and hard, pulsing with so much power and arousal that they twitched and jerked of their own accord. Their pussies gushed hard, lubricating powerfully as the women?s shared desire reached a fever. Their heavy tits, already thick and taut, swelled even more, grew even larger with pounding heat. Their engorged nipples swelled into hard, brown, fleshy daggers and began to drip with nipple pre-cum. Their bellies rippled, their perfect tits began to heave gently as their breath quickened, as their excitement grew. Both women were now ready, ready, more than ready. They were ready to destroy each other. They were ready to fuck each other to death, if that was what they needed to do. They needed to decide this sexual contest and they both sensed that the time had come to unleash their full power on each other. Everything else had just been building up to this point. But now, rested, fed, their power at its peak, they were prepared to decide their rivalry.
The women pressed down on their wet pussy lips with their index and middle fingers, spreading the hot, hungry flesh, teasing their massive, throbbing clits free. Thumb-sized sexhorns popped up, pulsing and quivering with tension, nodding and trembling with power and need. The women began sliding towards each other on the bed, their legs spread wide in challenge. Their pussies were leaking prodigious amounts of natural lubricant as they burned, aroused and hungry beyond all measure. The rival blondes met in the center of the bed. They leaned back and pushed their hot, dripping cunts forward; both women spread their lush, powerful legs as wide as they could, until they were almost parallel to each other, and shoved their aching cunts into each other as hard as they could. Juicy, steaming fuckmeat slapped to juicy, steaming fuckmeat; the women?s thick-lipped vaginas sizzled as they mashed hot and hard, spreading and melting to each other at once. Their fuckholes pressed open and sucked at each other, forming a powerful, sealing vacuum. Inge and Martina moaned in shared ecstasy. They threw back their heads to groan in bliss; their heavy tits jiggled, their nipples hardened even more, and begin to drip in arousal. The women?s burning, throbbing clits came together, head pressed to head. An explosion of unbearable pleasure roared through their mated bodies. The blondes shrieked in joy, their perfect bodies convulsing and shuddering with tension and pleasure. Inge and Martina pulled hard with their vaginas, gripping each other, eating each other, sealing themselves together in an unbreakable bond.
Panting furiously, their massive tits heaving, the women glared at each other, their expressions a mix of savage hatred and raw, wild lust. As one, they wrapped their legs around each other, rights over lefts, their legs pressed to outside of the other woman?s hip. They pushed each other up, until their incredible tits crushed tight, nipple sucking and sealing to nipple, thick titmeat compressing, forming four meaty pads, resisting and yielding at once, sending burning erotic sensations through their powerful bodies. Inge arched her back to press her belly tight as a drum to Martina?s belly; Martina abs rippled against Inge?s. Their deep navels sucked to each other. The women pressed nose to nose, forehead to forehead. Their eyes locked. They looked deep into each other, both seeing the incredible desire, the raw hatred and need to sexually conquer and possess the other woman. They smiled at each other. Inge reached around Martina?s hips and filled her hands with the other woman?s rippling ass. She gripped each ass cheek and squeezed, then dug her fingers into the taut meat, before running her index fingers up the other blonde?s ass crack. She teased Martina?s tight, hot anus. Martina gasped, then returned the grip. She squeezed Inge?s ass tightly, rubbing the smooth, strong meat.
Gripping each other by the ass, using each other?s body as leverage to anchor themselves, Inge and Martina began rolling their hips, thrusting with their asses, grinding their cunts together, rubbing clit to clit. Waves of sheer, raw erotic ecstasy roared through their undulating bodies, filling their powerful muscles, their deep sexual cores, with incredible pleasure and power. The women did not kiss at first; they panted and groaned, screamed and snarled into each other?s gorgeous faces as they fucked and fucked, riding each other mercilessly. Their clits jousted continuously, sliding over and under, around and around, head to head and side to side. Trapped within the thick-muscled arena of the women?s locked cunts, their clits fought to the death. Their tits rolled and mashed, their nipples speared and penetrated each other, sizzled together and sucking milk hole to milk hole. Nipple pre-cum trickled down their tits to their bellies. Their bellies rippled and rubbed, sweat and heat building between their slick flesh. The women attacked each other with every erotic, sensual means at their disposal. Both women strived to overwhelm the other with raw pleasure, to conquer the other woman with the raw power of their sensuality.
On and on the blondes fought, their erotic moaning spiraling higher and higher as their bodies warred against each other, lost in sensual bliss. For more than an hour they fucked, riding each other higher and higher up the pleasure curve, giving each other more sheer ecstasy than any body could stand. As their shuddering bodies built to the moment of ultimate release, the women sealed their hungry mouths together, kissing ferociously, ravenously, tongues looping and twisting, spit flowing. Martina shoved two fingers deep into Inge?s sweaty asshole, to get a good grip; Inge bucked and moaned in her arms, then returned the favor. Asses rippling and buckling, hips jerking, tits swelling against each other, the women?s incredible bodies writhed uncontrollably as they exploded in a devastating shared orgasm. Their pussies convulsed and squeezed each other tight, even as their vaginas sucked then ejected long, hot shots of steaming cum. Their cunts overflowed with ejaculate; hot cum mixed and flowed down into the struggling women?s ass cracks and up into their intermeshed bushes. Their nipples ejaculated powerfully, forcing nipple cum into each other, forcing the overflow to coat their grinding, mashing tits. Nipple cum flowed down to their wriggling bellies, then mixed with their pussy cum in the women?s pubic bushes.
Inge and Martina broke their savage, devouring kiss and threw back their heads to shriek in ecstasy as their bodies jerked and shuddered in concert, over and over and over again. For more than 20 minutes, they trembled together as their bodies exchanged and shared orgasm after orgasm. Finally, the pleasure subsided enough for the two women, dripping with sweat and cum, gasping for breath, to pause and recover. Pressed nose to nose, panting desperately, the women stared into each other through half-closed eyes.
?More,? Martina groaned. She could feel in the incredible sexual hunger building in her, demanding more fucking, more cum, more of every kind of pleasure that Inge could give her. ?I want more. My pussy wants more.?
?You fucking bitch,? Inge panted. ?I?m going to give you more, more than you can take. I swear to the gods, you will be laid out under me before we are done.?
?Fuck me, you cunt,? Martina snarled. The women locked into another savage, angry kiss. Their powerful fingers sank into the other woman?s bucking ass cheeks. Fueled by their rage and lust, Inge and Martina?s bodies began undulating against each other once more.
Now that their ravenous libidos were fully primed and ready, it did not take as long for Inge and Conchita to fuck each other to climax. Every 20 to 30 minutes, they went stiff in each other?s arms, their teeth clenched, their howls of pure sexual ecstasy filling the room and echoing out into the hallway beyond. For hours and hours, the two blonde goddesses fucked, riding each other joyfully, pulling every orgasm that they could out of each other, taking and giving more erotic pleasure than any human could bear. They were determined to drain each other, they were determined to fuck the other into a coma, and their bodies seemed filled with the inexhaustible rage and lust they needed.
For four, five hours, the women fucked, their bodies writhing together in sexual combat. Each release of sexual pleasure and tension was exquisite, but what Martina did not realize was that their orgasmic releases were not complete. Deep within the women?s sexual cores, power was building, feeding on their orgasms, building towards an orgasm that would be more powerful, more all-consuming, than anything she had ever experienced before. Inge knew this; she had experienced this kind of ultimate orgasm before, in her sexual battles with Conchita and in her one sexual contest with Sheena. Inge knew that the fruit she and Martina had been using to sustain their bodies and fuel their sexual power also had the paradoxical effect of tamping down the energy building in their cores until it became irresistible. Inge could feel that she and Martina were approaching this moment of final, sexual detonation. She was counting on this awareness, on her past experience of this ultimate release, to give her the advantage she needed to dominate Martina in the final battle.
As their sexual warfare entered the sixth hour, Inge felt the power in her core build to the point of explosion. She knew that Martina could feel it too, but that Martina did not fully understand what was happening in her body. The final orgasm built and built; the women writhed and bucked against each other desperately, feeding the sensual fires burning in their bodies. Inge felt the orgasm coming, growing to the point of no return, flowing in her core, building in every cell of her body. The women moaned uncontrollably, their bodies bucking, their cries of sheer, raw pleasure growing more and more desperate. At the last moment, just before the orgasm released, Martina?s eyes grew wide as she realized that what was coming was far greater than anything that had come before. Inge saw the realization in her rival?s eyes and smiled viciously.
The blondes gripped each other?s asses tightly, threw back their heads, and shrieked in harmony as their bodies exploded in an impossibly powerful, pleasurable orgasm. The sensations wracking their bodies were unbearable. Their genitals melted and fused into one, their voluptuous flesh flowed together like hot wax. Every nerve in their bodies screamed at once with erotic electricity. Their pussies convulsed and squeezed each other like fleshy vices, before releasing gushers of hot, steaming cum. Their cum mixed and flowed up the women?s vaginas. It squeezed out and coated their lower bodies, their bushes, their bellies. Their breasts exploded in pure pleasure, ejaculate spewing out like a fire hose, coating their tits, jetting out with such force it splattered their beautiful faces and got in their hair. As their incredible bodies quivered and quaked with devastating, unbearable orgasm after orgasm, Inge took advantage of the situation and reached up with one hand to grasp Martina?s long hair, which was hanging down her back like a golden tail. Getting a good grip, Inge pulled the other blonde?s head back, overbalancing Martina and slowly pushing her onto her back. Inge took the dominant position. Martina was barely conscious of what was happening; her mind was blown, lost in the sheer, raw pleasure that was overloading every cell and nerve in her body.
Inge pushed Martina flat onto her back, then returned to gripping Martina?s ass tightly as the women writhed and wriggled and convulsed against each other, their powerful, lush bodies fucking each other mercilessly. For more than an hour, the women moved together in absolute sexual union, fucking each other dry, fucking each other completely senseless, riding a wave of pleasure so exquisite and all-encompassing that they lost all awareness of time and place. When the orgasms finally subsided, Inge and Martina were too spent to move. Martina was mostly unconscious, her mind shutting down after being forced to handle far more sensual pleasure than she had thought possible. Inge was only slightly more aware. Her experience with this level of sexual pleasure had proven to be the decisive advantage she had needed.
For another hour, the women lay sprawled together, their slick bodies intertwined, glued together with sweat and cum, their hair tangled, their bellies flat to each other, their breasts compressed into meaty balls. Pressed cheek to cheek, Inge and Martina panted, their hot breath mixing. Finally, Inge forced herself back to consciousness. Gasping, she forced herself to move. She rolled her body off of Martina. Their separation was painful. Their pussy bushes ripped apart with difficulty, leaving blonde pubes scattered around their bodies. Their nipples separated with a painful sucking, long, sticky strings of nipple cum connecting their enflamed nips even after Inge had rolled onto her back. Strings of gooey cum connected their red, swollen cunts as well.
Inge forced herself to sit up. She turned to look at Martina. The Spanish blonde gazed up at Inge through half-closed eyes. She seemed almost delirious as her body continued to experience the sensual aftershocks of absolute sexual bliss. Martina writhed on the bed, slowly and sensuously.
Inge smiled. The same intense feelings were coursing through her body, but she was more ready to deal with the incredible sexual pleasure. She got to her knees and crawled around to Martina?s head. Inge placed her thighs on either side of Martina?s beautiful face.
?I want you to eat me, Martina,? Inge rasped. Her throat was so dry. ?I want you to eat my cunt, to show me how much you worship my body. I want you to eat the cunt of your mistress.?
?Nooooo,? Martina groaned, faintly. But Inge knew that the other woman was in no position, mentally or sexually, to resist.
Inge slowly lowered her hot, dripping pussy onto the Spanish woman?s mouth. Martina groaned with desire. Her mouth closed on Inge?s cunt; she sucked hard, drawing cum and other juices into her mouth. Her tongue probed Inge?s labia, before plunging into her vagina. Her lips and tongue wrapped around Inge?s clit and squeezed and nibbled joyfully. Martina reached up to grip Inge?s slowly bucking hips; after a while, she slid one hand up Inge?s rippling belly to grasp and knead at Inge?s right tit.
Inge put her hand over Martina?s gripping hand, then slowly leaned forward, dropping down until her face was directly over Martina?s dripping cunt and swollen clit. Wriggling with pleasure, Inge slowly ran her tongue along Martina?s clit. Martina bucked and screamed under her. Sighing with delight, Inge sucked hard on the other blonde?s clit, then sent her tongue plunging into Martina?s genital depths.
Both women seized the other?s ass. Writhing, undulating together in ecstasy, the women devoured each other?s cunts until they went stiff in each other?s arms. They gushed, their pussies squirting cum all over the other woman?s face. Inge and Martina swallowed back as much as they could. Sighing in mutual satisfaction, they passed out, their faces buried in the other woman?s twat, their battle finally decided.
Epilogue One:
Hours later, Inge slowly regained consciousness. Her body felt exhausted on a primal level. She came to with her cheek resting on the thick mat of Martina?s pubic bush, with her mouth and lips still planted on the other blonde?s pussy. Inge?s thick blonde hair was wet with Martina?s cum and other sexual discharges. The heavy, erotic scent of aroused cunt filled her nostrils and eased her back to awareness. Inge could feel Martina?s hot breath wafting over her genitals. Martina?s hands were resting on Inge?s back and tangled in her thick hair, caught in the act of pressing Inge?s face more deeply into the Spanish woman?s cunt.
Slowly, Inge eased herself off of Martina?s body, swinging her leg from the other side of Martina?s head and rolling over onto her back, her body pointing the opposite direction from Martina?s lush, wet form. The Spanish blonde?s arms dropped away from Inge?s body and fell to her sides. She muttered in her sleep, but otherwise did not stir.
Inge lay flat on her back beside Martina?s splayed body, staring at the velvet canopy over the bed for a few minutes, gathering her strength. Finally, groaning with effort, she pushed herself up, crawled to the top of the bed, and grabbed one of the two remaining fruits in the bag on the night table. She sat up, swinging her legs over the side of the bed. Inge ate the rejuvenating bulb slowly, carefully. After a few minutes, she felt strength flooding back into her limbs, into her sexual organs. The dull ache in her overtaxed pussy slowly eased; the enticing throb in her nipples came back stronger. Inge got to her feet. Somewhat unsteadily, her legs weak, her vulva sore, she crossed the room to the rug by the fireplace. She retrieved her bikini from the chair by the rug and carefully tied it on, first the snug thong then the straining bra. Her nipples hardened into the thin material and she smiled. Her sexual engine was beginning to fire again. Inge strapped her knife onto her thigh. Inge walked over to Martina?s dresser and sat down in front of the mirror. She picked up Martina?s brush and ran it through her tangled hair until the blonde mess was reasonably neat, the natural curl returning as she brushed some of the dried cum and sweat out of her golden mane. Inge stood. Smiling, she walked back to the bed, where Martina lay, her legs spread wide, hot cum trickling from her splayed cunt, her delicious, incredible body an invitation to fuck. For a moment, Inge considered stripping down and mounting the incredible blonde bitch, fucking her again and again, to claim an irrefutable victory. But she knew that doing that would only launch both women on another round of sexual warfare. Besides, it would not be fair; Inge had the rejuvenating fruit working in her body. Martina did not. She knew the only way her victory over Martina would matter is if it was won fairly. Inge decided that this victory was enough.
Smiling, she leaned over the bed and gently, carefully, scooped a dollop of cum out of the Spanish blonde?s cunt. Martina shifted a bit, but did not respond. Inge sucked the thick, delicious scoop off her fingers.
?You taste good, baby,? Inge purred in a gentle whisper. ?Next time, I?m going to suck you dry and eat you out all the way.? She leaned over and licked at one of Martina?s delicious, hard nipples; the Spanish woman moaned gently and stirred on the bed, her heavy tits quivering. Inge moved her head down Martina?s body, running her tongue along the blonde?s hot belly, until she was over Martina?s delicious pussy. Inge placed a long, lingering, licking kiss on the other woman?s wet, cum-slicked cunt. Martina moaned again, her hips shifting as she hovered just below the level of consciousness. Inge resisted the intense urge to mount her blonde enemy and fuck her again.
Inge rose from the bed. She crossed the room, climbed onto the window sill and made an incredible diving leap from the window to the nearest giant tree in the back garden. In her weakened state, she almost did not make it. She scrambled into the tree and then began moving, swiftly and surely, through the jungle canopy, back towards her home. As fast as she was, she was still far slower than her usual pace. She knew it would take her a few days to recover from the incredible battle she had just had with Martina. Her natural resources, her womanly power, her sexual energies, all were severely depleted. Martina had almost succeeded in draining her dry.
Inge now had the full measure of her Spanish rival. She knew that the blonde vixen was every bit as sexually powerful as she was. Martina was an experienced sex fighter who knew how to use her body. Inge had used her greater experience of fighting on the threshold of unbearable ecstasy, born of her battles with women like Conchita and Sheena, to overwhelm and outlast Martina. But the jungle goddess knew that advantage would not last long. The next time she and Martina crossed clits, the Spanish woman would be ready for her, ready for the incredible pleasure they would give to each other, and far more likely to know how to manage that pleasure and use it to her advantage. Inge may have won the fuckfight, but the true fuckwar between herself and Martina, between their perfect, voluptuous bodies, was just starting.
Epilogue II:
Martina held out for three months before beginning her next expedition into the jungle. The only thing that allowed her to last that long had been her sexual marathons with Domino. Her redheaded prot?g? had become a true virtuoso of sexual combat and domination and she had managed to master Martina a couple of times during their epic fuckfights. Between her battles with Conchita and Martina, Domino was coming into her own as a formidable sexual warrior. Martina?s struggles with Domino helped Martina to endure the incredible hunger burning in her loins for Inge?s cunt, for Inge?s tits, for every inch of the jungle woman?s luscious body. Domino had been gone for the past month, however, on a trip to France, and she would not be back for another month. Deprived of her sexual lifeline, Martina could not wait any longer. Her lust was unbearable.
On a hot, sunny morning, Martina entered the jungle on foot, wearing only a white blouse, tight khaki shorts, and heavy walking boots. She rolled her blonde hair into a tight bun and covered it with her pith helmet. She carried a mid-size pack, which contained her tent and a few other necessities. She strapped a pistol to her hip and a sharp knife to her thigh. A water canteen hung over her shoulder; she strapped another to the outside of her pack. So prepared, she began her journey into the deep forest, intent on finding Inge and resuming their epic fuckwar.
After a few hours of walking, Martina paused to undress a bit. She pulled off her white blouse, letting her gorgeous tits bounce free, and stuffed the shirt into her pack. She pulled a green bikini top out of the pack and tied it on. The bra was tiny, the cloth triangles barely able to contain her massive, thrusting tits, but it was perfect for the humid heat of the jungle. She removed her walking boots. She far preferred to feel her bare feet on the soft ground. She tied the boots to the back of her pack and resumed her journey.
For the next six days and nights, Martina journeyed into the depths of the forest, following the mighty Amazon River. Every night, she stopped by a river or pond, ate, washed, then slept naked in her tent, the illumination of her camping lamp her only companion. Just a few days into her trek, she spotted signs of the blonde jungle queen. A day later, she began seeing indications that she was being stalked by her wild rival. Martina knew that Inge was somewhere near, watching her. Martina continued tracking her enemy, knowing that they were slowly spiraling towards their desperately desired confrontation.
On the night of the seventh day, Martina stopped beside a small tributary of the massive Amazon River. She set up her tent, sealed it shut, then built a fire. She set a snare; as she waited, she boiled water over the fire and made herself tea. A short time later, her snare caught a jungle rodent. Martina cooked the animal over the fire, enjoying the lightly charred meat, then boiled several more kettles of water to sterilize it and refill her canteens for her journey. She enjoyed another hot drink. The sun began to fall quickly; twilight would soon arrive. Martina stood by the fire and stretched, reaching for the sky, standing on tiptoe, her long, powerful bare legs flexing, her massive tits straining her bikini top, their taut flesh quivering as her back arched, her naked belly thrust out like a bow. With a smile, she untied her green bikini top and set her massive tits free. She bounced them up and down on her chest, imagining Inge watching from some unseen location. She slipped her fingers into the waist of her tight shorts and pulled them down her powerful thighs and calves. Naked, she reached up and released her bun, shaking out her hair, letting her long, thick blonde locks cascade over her shoulders. She hung her bikini top and shorts from a branch on a nearby tree, next to her pith helmet. She walked down to the tributary, tested the water with a toe, then climbed in and gratefully washed the sweat and grime off her voluptuous body. She immersed herself, running her hands through her hair. She climbed out of the water, her hands squeezing the excess water from her hair, the water streaming off her lush body, dripping from the tips of her thick nipples. Martina brushed out her blonde mane as she sat by the fire, drying herself off by the heat. Twilight came and passed quickly. It was soon pitch dark in the jungle. Martina?s camp was an island of orange, flickering light in a sea of black. The night sounds swelled around her as the nocturnal creatures started to prowl, keeping their distance from the burning heat of the flames.
Martina sat by the fire, waiting to see if Inge would make an appearance. An hour later, the naked, gorgeous woman picked a small, burning twig and used it to light her traveling lamp. She used dirt to smother the fading fire. She unsealed the tent and entered, quickly checked for bugs and other unwanted pests, then zipped the tent closed. She placed her weapons, her pistol and knife, at the edge of the tent but still easily within reach, if she needed them. She turned the lamp down to its lowest setting, so that it cast only a dull glow within the tent. Martina opened her bed roll and spread it out on the floor. She had selected her camping spot well; the ground was soft and dry and the bed roll, protected by the canvas floor, provided a comfortable surface on which to sleep.
Smiling, her body tired, Martina lay back, closed her eyes and began her nightly ritual. She spread her legs. She ran her right hand down her smooth belly, through her thick pubic mat, to her pulsing twat. Slowly, gently, she ran her finger along her slick, hot pussy lips. With her free hand, she caressed her burning nipples and the taut, sensitive flesh of her massive breasts. Her clit swelled up, slowly and inexorably, from the crest of her wet, hot cunt. She stroked her engorged sexhorn, moaning with unbearable pleasure as she stimulated her body, slowly, slowly teasing herself up the pleasure curve. Her mind filled with memories of Inge?s lush, hot body writhing and grinding against hers, of their bulbous tits mashed and straining against each other, of their hot bellies rubbing and slipping in sweat, of their hungry cunts, locked tight and sucking, pulling at each other. She remembered, reveled in, the delicious memories of their clits rubbing and fencing, forcing wave after wave of pure erotic delight through their straining bodies. Martina?s toes curled in tension as she felt her luscious body fill with pleasure. After some time torturing herself, inflicting deep, abiding pleasure on her pussy, she came with a stifled groan of pleasure. Hot cum squirted from her jerking twat, wetting her hand. It was not a devastating orgasm, but it was powerful and it radiated rippling ecstasy through her sweat damp, straining body. With a sigh, the Spanish beauty fell into a deep, relaxed sleep.
Hours later, as the moon reached its apogee, Martina came awake to the sound of her tent flap being unzipped. Her mind was instantly alert; she pushed herself up on her elbows, her massive tits jiggling, even as they tightened. Her nipples swelled in anticipation. As she watched, the flap of the tent opened. Inge crawled into the tent on her hands and knees. By the dim light, Martina saw that her blonde rival was already naked. Inge?s massive, beautiful tits swayed on her chest as she entered the tent. Inge was holding a sack in her hand. She placed the sack on the floor of tent, then twisted around to zip the tent closed, before turning back to face Martina . Her blue eyes locked with Martina?s grey eyes. The sexually ravenous women smiled at each other, their eyes glowing with their shared hunger.
?What is in the bag?? Martina asked, nodding at the sack.
Inge opened the bag and showed her; as Martina expected, it was filled with the rejuvenating fruit. There were many more than what Inge had brought with her to Martina?s mansion. Martina?s smiled widened as she turned her gaze back to Inge?s blue eyes.
Martina settled onto her back and spread her legs wide in invitation. She tilted her pelvis upwards, offering her streaming, pulsing cunt to her blonde rival. Inge moved between her thighs; the jungle woman licked her dry lips in anticipation. Her eyes were glowing with lust. Martina reached up and ran her hands over Inge?s smooth hips, grasping the small of Inge?s back, pulling the other woman down to her. The movement compressed Martina?s massive tits between her arms, pointing the engorged nipples directly up at Inge?s descending nips. The women shared a gasping moan as their swollen nipples pressed tip to tip, then sealed with a sizzle of erotic heat.
?Fuck, yesss,? Inge gasped. She continued to lower her body, rejoicing in the feel of her throbbing, burning tits mashing and compressing the meat of Martina?s equally dense, thick breasts. The women moaned together as their bodies mated. Hot bellies pressed tight. Inge?s sopping wet cunt slapped down on Martina?s wet fuckmeat. The jungle woman and the Spanish socialite moaned in concert. Inge worked her hips around and around, grinding, working her pussy down into Martina?s welcoming twat, spreading Martina?s fuckhole, deliciously violating the blonde socialite?s lush body. Inge wriggled and writhed in absolute pleasure. Martina moved with her, moving her hips, arching her back, pressing cunt to cunt. The women sighed in delight as their thick bushes crushed and tangled, sealing them together like strips of velcro. Martina slipped her legs through Inge?s powerful legs, locking their bodies in place. She filled her hands with Inge?s perfect ass and dug her fingers into taut assmeat. Nose pressed to nose, sharing hot breath, Inge and Martina rested, enjoying the heat and sweat building between them, the raw erotic sensations of their nude bodies crushed flesh to flesh, both reveling in the anticipation of the pure, unbearable pleasure to come.
?This time, I?m going to keep fucking you until you submit, Martina,? Inge whispered. ?No more fucking you senseless and then leaving. This time I?m going to wake you up and keep going. I?m going to make you say that I am the better woman, that your cunt is no match for mine.?
?You slut,? Martina breathed. ?I know what you can do now. I?m ready for you. When I leave this jungle, you will be my slave, your body will be broken under mine. My cunt will tame your cunt, I swear it.?
?Let?s find out,? Inge growled. She slipped her nose past Martina?s; eagerly, lustfully, the women sealed into a tongue-thrusting, sucking kiss. Their bodies began to move against each other, rolling in undulating waves, sensitive flesh flowing and rubbing, mashing and grating to flesh. Their engorged clits slid against each other, sending shockwaves of ecstasy roaring through their bodies, causing the women to scream within their locked mouths, causing their powerful, straining bodies to buck with paroxysms of overwhelming pleasure. Both women grasped the other woman?s rolling ass, sank their fingers into the thick meat, and pulled with all their strength.
The two savage blondes went to war on each other, both determined to fuck the other into absolute submission and surrender, both determined to destroy the other with raw ecstasy. The sound of erotic moans, screams and shouts of ecstasy joined the nocturnal symphony of the jungle. It would be a long time before they stopped.
The End
To be continued in ?Conchita vs. Martina?.
JB57
Couldn't you just link the older parts of the story instead of pretending you're so much more important than everyone else and bumping your stories to the top of the page?
This is an incredibly obnoxious comment. I'll go no further than that. But you may want to get over yourself.Originally Posted by JugglesTheClown
JB57
JB57
Another classic! I am going to read it better tomorrow, huuuge fan of your Inge/Conchita verse. Forget that Jugglestheclown guy, takes a special kind of arrogance to insult somebody the instant they put up a new story (especially one that you put so much work into).
A 1000thanks again JB!
you are my favorite writer - and I enjoy every word of your stories. Also thanks for bumping previous chapters !!! - it's practical if you (as I mostly do) want to merge the chapters into one large PDF or Word file.
I then format to two columns on each page - which is more convenient to read on a Letter/A4 size paper.
Keep up the good work friend!
Johannes
PDF a good idea for most people, though some probably don't have/want to d/l a free Adobe Reader. One benefit of PDF is it's possible to include pictures with text.
I've found "Open Office Writer" (part of the open source program) is a good substitute for MS Word that can "save as" a pdf file... if you're so inclined.
No, obnoxious is saying "fuck everybody else, I'm so much more valuable than they are that instead of doing the incredibly simple task of inserting a couple of links to the previous parts of the story I'll just bump them all to the top of the page to satisfy my enormous ego and proportionally tiny dick."
Augur literally did that in the most recent post of his much better written story. He could easily have bumped all 5 previous parts of it to the top of the page, but that's a self-centered asshole move.
That's the difference between someone who values everyone's contribution and someone who is sitting around stroking himself 24/7.
Umm...
While I'm certainly glad that my efforts to help out the readers by adding links to the preceding chapters are appreciated, it might be more productive to express your sentiment in a bit more... diplomatic way.
In my experience, a friendly tone tends to yield better results. For example, your original comment would in all likelihood have worked even better with a few minor changes/additions, all without sacrificing the message or its effectiveness:
"Hi JB, great story! If you don't mind, I'd like to make a small suggestion: in the future, could you consider simply linking the older parts of the story instead of bumping them to the top of the page? Thanks!"
Best,
Augur
Juggles, I try not to engage in internet disputes with people I don't know. I will only say that you, my friend, have absolutely no class. I will continue doing what I have been doing. I suggest you get used to it. If you don't like that, that is your problem.
JB57
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This is absolutely correct. If Juggles had approached me with a little bit of common decency, I would have been happy to hear him out and discuss the issue in a reasonable way. However, his attempt at internet bullying has made this an issue of principle, to which I am compelled to respond.
Juggles, just so you know, the next story I'm updating has four or five parts already on the board.
JB57
JB57
Hi JB,
Many many thanks for penning such fabulous stories, you have a real talent and an appreciation of detail. However, I would like to set you a challenge if you fancy it.
A couple of years ago, a lesbian friend of mine and I were swopping real life experiences, when she revealed that she had taken part in a lesbian foursome. During their sex session, one of the women suggested trying to get all four of them into one group scissoring position. They split into two pairs, with each pair pressed front to front and tilting their pelvises the two pairs got their clits into contact. The two pairs then slid into the scissors (two at each end), until all four pussies pressed together. At this point all four began grinding pussies together in what my friend described as the most intense, soggy, fucking session with each of them enjoying "multiple screaming orgasms" (her words), until they were exhausted.
My challenge to you is for you to incorporate a four-way scissoring climax involving Inga, Conchita, Martina & Domino in a story?
Any thoughts? Assuming my description makes sense of course!
Regards
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