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    Re: New Story: Conchita vs. Martina: Jungle Heat

    Fantastic part 3. Martina's sponge bath was very erotic and the scene of her pulling out the black hairs as Conchita watched felt very primal. I'm glad they are going at it again until one of them is crawling out of that tent as they said. This is quickly becoming a classic with Martina and Conchita's similar personalities makes them fiery opponents. Looking forward to more!

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    Re: New Story: Conchita vs. Martina: Jungle Heat

    Dear Board,

    Here is the final part of the story. I hope that you enjoy it, especially Johannes, who had suggested an element in this story that I was already planning to do!

    There is at least one other Inge and Conchita story in the works (Jungle Queens vs. Cavewomen) though there is no timeline on when that may be done. I also have a story with Domino, Conchita's redheaded rival, on the go.

    JB57

    Conchita vs. Martina: Jungle Heat, Part IV:

    Inge moved through the canopy of the forest, running easily from branch to branch, her bare feet and toes accustomed to finding just the right grip on the uneven surfaces. Occasionally, she leaped out to grasp a hanging vine to swing to a more distant perch. She was far closer to the city than she usually came, but recent developments had drawn her attention. A few days before, she had destroyed a work camp run by Martina Hernandez’s family company. In the aftermath, she had perused documents left in the tent of the camp supervisor that led her to believe that the company was trying to claim this part of the vast jungle for some of its mining and forestry activities. She was here to find out if the company was active in this spot and, if so, to put an end to it. It was mid-afternoon and she had been scouting this area for a few hours. So far, she had not found any signs of industrial activity, but that could just mean they had not started yet.

    Inge paused as something surprising caught her eye. A small, single person tent was suspended on a makeshift platform between the branches of a giant rubber tree, high off the ground. A single jungle vine hung down from the tree, dropping past the entrance, providing access to the tent. Inge approached the tent quietly, but quickly determined that it was empty. She slid down the vine, opened the tent flap, and looked inside. There were a few maps and a rolled up sleeping mat. Inge knew instantly that the tent belonged to Conchita. Inge had no difficulty in identifying her rival’s distinct and pleasing scent. She smiled. She had spent enough time with her head buried between Conchita’s legs to recognize that particular musk. But all of the signs indicated that Conchita had not been in the structure for at least a day or so. Inge went in search of her fellow jungle queen. Something could be wrong and it was possible that Conchita’s presence in this part of the forest was linked to Martina’s escapades.

    Inge tracked Conchita’s footsteps from the base of the tree, surprised to see that Conchita was wearing heavy boots. As she followed the track, she found the Spanish woman’s various steel markers. She followed Conchita’s trail to a clearing in the jungle. There she found the steel marker of another company – the one owned by Martina Hernandez. Her trained eyes had no difficulty working out what had happened in the clearing. She smiled as she saw all the signs of an epic physical and sexual conflict. Two women had fucked each other senseless in this clearing, only a day before. Inge lowered her nose to the ground and inhaled deeply, picking up the scent of mixed sweat and copious amounts of combined woman cum. She recognized the traces that had emanated from Conchita and the other smell was distinctly that of Martina, a woman with whom Inge had fought a days-long sexual contest. She knew both of these bitches intimately and, given the steel markers, she had no doubt that she knew what they were fighting about.

    She could see that the battle had ended with one of the women fucking the other into submission. She was disappointed to see that Martina had walked away victorious, though not surprised. She knew from her own encounters with the blonde bitch just how powerful she was. But she saw the signs that Conchita had followed after Martina, a short time later. Inge had no doubt what she would find when she caught up to the two women.

    Inge traced their paths through the jungle, though it was easier to follow Martina, whose skills at moving without leaving a trace, while formidable, were not on the same level as either of the jungle women. After traveling six kilometers through the dense vegetation, Inge found Martina’s tent in a clearing. She paused to listen. She could not hear any sounds coming from it, but it was near a running brook, which obscured any noises. As she approached the tent, Inge came across Conchita’s weapons and pack, all where the Spanish Countess had left them, at the edge of the clearing. Inge proceeded carefully into the camp.

    She was soundless on her bare feet. As she stepped out of the forest and into the open space, the slight change in position lessened the sound of the running brook and, for the first time, she was able to hear the deep moans and muffled cries that emanated from inside the tent. Inge’s nipples hardened instantly and her massive tits swelled with heat. Her cunt tightened and grew hot and she felt her clit throb. She smiled. These were sounds she knew well, sounds she relished and that she had made many, many times herself. They were the sounds of two women, fucking each other so deeply and completely, that they could not stop. She could tell the women making the sounds were lost in a mutual delirium of ecstasy.

    Inge approached the tent. The door flap was zipped shut. She carefully undid the zipper and slipped inside.

    It was hot and humid in the tent, even more than in the hot jungle outside. The air was suffused with the intoxicating scent of sex and sweat and woman cum. Inge stood inside the door and looked down at the delicious tableau laid out before her. Her eyes glowed with intense lust.

    Conchita and Martina were lying on the floor of the tent, on a bed of blankets. Their legs were scissored and their powerful, glistening torsos were trapped between the legs of the other woman. Their succulent cunts were locked tight, slotted together, forming a meaty fuckjoint. Their hips moved in a shared rhythm and Inge could see the women’s huge, swollen clits working at each other head to head. Their backs arched as they drove into the other. The women’s hands were clasped, fingers intertwined, just above the erotic intersection of their slowly, powerfully fucking bodies. Their massive tits jiggled in time to their thrusting hips. Their skin gleamed, coated with sweat and cum. Their hair was soaked with sweat. Their heads were thrown back, their eyes closed, the moans emanating from deep in their chests told a story of the exquisite ecstasy they were giving to each other.

    It was the early afternoon now. Inge guessed the women had been fucking each other non-stop for nearly twenty four hours, starting from their encounter in the forest, continuing into the night and now much of the day spent in the tent. Their spectacular fuck marathon had not yet decided their rivalry, though she wondered if either of them would be able to claim victory after getting to this point. But it would not matter. Inge had two of her greatest rivals in front of her, at her mercy. She was not about to let them go. After tracking them to this place, she was far, far too aroused for that.
    Inge removed her knife in its scabbard from her muscled thigh and placed it on the ground. She removed her tiny bikini bra, that barely constrained her massive tits, and dropped it to the canvas floor. She untied her thong and slid it off her pussy. Naked, her body growing more and more aroused with every passing moment, Inge waited for her opportunity. It had been quite some time since she had last had sex. She planned to satisfy her hunger on the two bitches before her.

    As she watched, Conchita and Martina came to another devastating climax. Their hips galloped harder, their cries and shouts of pleasure grew more intense, their hands squeezed tight, fingers digging into the backs of hands. Screaming with pleasure, the women arched their backs and came as one. Their shuddering pussies squeezed, cum spurted from their conjoined fuckmeat, gushing up before splattering down on their trembling abs.

    They came two, three times, their powerful hips bucking, their toes curling, their bodies thrashing and shuddering with released tension, muscles straining and twisting, bodies undulating in one long, sinuous mass of beautiful female flesh. Their tits bounced enthusiastically and shot little jets of nipple cum, indicating the intensity of their mutual pleasure.

    “Ohhhhh, fuck, fuck, fuck….,” Conchita moaned. “You bitch,” she gasped, “you fucking bitch…”

    “Cunt-licking whore,” Martina returned. “I’ll break you, I swear to God, no matter how long it takes…”

    “Why don’t you give me try?” Inge said, announcing her presence.

    The voluptuous, sweat-soaked women on the ground started, their eyes snapping open.

    “Inge…,” Conchita gasped. She struggled to free herself from Martina’s body, a difficult task as their thick bushes were glued together with dried cum and tangled into a dense mat.

    “You bitch,” Martina croaked. “What do you want, fucker?” Martina also pushed herself back from Conchita. The women groaned and gasped as their inosculated cunts separated in a gush of cum and their pussy fur tore apart. Martina noticed that Inge was nude, a sign of her intentions.

    “I’m going to fuck you, Martina,” Inge said with a savage grin. “I know what you plan to do to this part of the jungle and I want you to understand you’re going to pay a price for trying this.”

    Martina tried to get to her feet, but Inge was on her. The blonde jungle goddess locked hands with Martina, and quickly got her thighs between Martina’s cum-soaked legs, before the Spanish women could close them. Inge put her weight on her hands and pushed Martina’s arms to the sides of her body. Martina arched her back instinctively, giving easier access to her hungry twat. Inge forced the blonde woman’s thighs wider, forcing Martina’s cunt to spread, wet and ready. The Spanish woman’s juicy twat was reddened from the constant friction of the fuckwar with Conchita, but it was still hot and tight. Martina’s glorious clit swelled up from the top of her inner labia, regaining its full thickness and hardness in the face of the new threat.

    Inge smiled as she slid her cunt into place on top of its duplicate on Martina. Slick pussy lips crushed and sealed with a wet clap. Martina gasped in pleasure as she felt Inge’s pussy suck and lock with her own. She sucked back, contracting her cunt. using her pussy strength to keep from being dominated. Inge thrust hard, sliding her burning clit the length of Martina’s sopping wet fuck trough, driving her rock-hard clit into the base of Martina’s sturdy clit, before sliding her clit up its enemy and rubbing head to head. Both women screamed, shuddering with the sudden explosion of exquisite pleasure.

    “Ah, yes, yes, yessssss…,” Inge moaned, her eyes closed, her red lips curled in a smile of pure erotic joy. She lowered her torso onto Martina, crushing the woman tit to tit, belly to belly. She freed Martina’s hands to pull viciously on the woman’s dense blonde hair. Martina instantly seized Inge’s steadily pumping ass, sinking her fingers into the firm meat, and held on, fucking back as hard as she could.

    The women’s mouths locked, their tongues twisting in knots, pushing and thrusting. Inge eagerly dripped her saliva into Martina’s mouth and sucked back spit from the other blonde. Their nipples burned as they grated and rubbed, areolae fused, titmeat mashed and throbbing with electricity.

    Beside the fuckfighting blondes, Conchita watched with rapt attention. She sat on her ass, her legs spread. Unconsciously, she started stroking her black-furred pussy and teasing her clit, masturbating as she watched Inge and Martina fuck furiously, their nearly identical bodies flowing into one. Inge was overwhelming her blonde rival, but Martina was fighting back gamely, moving her hips with Inge, thrusting back, keeping their swollen clits glued together. Conchita marveled at how identical the women were. With their golden hair forming a tangled veil over their faces, with their mouths sealed together in a vicious kiss, it was not possible to see the women’s faces. As such, it was almost impossible to tell them apart. Both had the same golden tan, the same yellow hair, the same powerful, muscular, and voluptuous bodies, twined together in an undulating rhythm of luscious flesh. It was like watching twins fuck each other to death and Conchita leaned back to enjoy the delicious spectacle.

    Inge and Martina broke their kiss and pressed cheek to cheek, eyes closed, mouths twisted in snarls, gasping and crying out as they rode each other, their powerful bodies bucking and writhing, muscles straining as they fucked mercilessly. Inge was slowly overpowering her blonde rival. She kept her clit glued head to head with Martina’s clit and used the power of gravity and her dominant position to slowly wear down the other blonde. Martina’s clit did not give a millimeter in its hardness, but it could not resist being pushed back, and bearing the incredible pressure as the women’s hips moved subtly, grinding their unbearably sensitive sex nubs in microscopic thrusts. Martina whimpered and groaned as she felt herself ridden into submission, the exhaustion from hours of fucking with Conchita taking their toll on her incredible body. The exquisite pleasure built and built inside of her like a bomb, ticking towards its inevitable explosion. Her body trembled with overwhelming tension. She slapped and clawed at Inge’s perfect, pumping ass, trying anything to at least get the jungle woman off with her, but it was too much.

    “God, you FUCKING WHORE!!” Martina shrieked. Her body went rigid as she came again and again. She injected some of her molten cum into Inge’s dominant twat, but much of it soaked the lush intersection of their bodies. Inge lifted her head to look down on Martina as the Spanish woman exploded over and over. Inge smiled at the intense rage and pleasure that raced over the other woman’s beautiful face, enjoying her domination of the blonde beauty almost as much as the intense pleasure building in her loins.

    “That’s it, cum for me you cunt, cum for me you bitch,” Inge growled. Now that she had defeated Martina, Inge let herself go. Her ass rippled and her hips bucked as she pumped her cum into Martina’s beaten pussy, filling the woman’s fuckhole to overflowing with her creamy ejaculate.

    Martina and Inge clung to each other as they rode out the intense sensations. As Conchita watched, Martina’s expression of agonizing pleasure went slack as she passed out, fucked into unconsciousness.

    Inge lay sprawled on top of Martina’s beaten body for a few moments, catching her breath. Her body was dripping sweat and her cunt throbbed with heat and pleasure. Her clit pulsed with her heart. She opened her eyes and glared at Conchita, who was sitting just a meter or so away, masturbating, her eyes half-closed, her gorgeous face a study in self-absorption.

    “Now it’s your turn, you black-haired bitch,” Inge purred, pulling herself off of Martina. Sweat dripped from her nipples as she sat up, ripping her blonde bush away from the Spanish blonde’s bush. Inge sat back on her ass and spread her legs, aiming her cum-dripping cunt at Conchita’s open pussy.

    “I’m ready and waiting, fucker,” Conchita breathed, bracing her voluptuous body with her hands and thrusting her cunt forward, ready to meet Inge in twat to twat combat.

    The jungle queens screamed in concert as their swollen pudenda clapped together. They braced themselves and shoved hard with their hips. Their thick-lipped genitals sealed together with a wet hiss, they opened and spread each other, and their aching clits seared as they jousted and rubbed, grinding head to head. Inge and Conchita threw back their heads and grunted, gasped and howled in ecstasy as they fucked each other mercilessly, both women eager to resume their endless fuckwar.

    Inge and Conchita moved in a delicious erotic rhythm, their powerful bodies fitting together like they were made to mate, driving into each other’s cunts like pistons, their clits fused. Their massive tits bounced vigorously, spraying sweat around the tent. Both women’s hands became damp with sweat and began to slip on the canvas floor. Groaning, Inge let her back fall to the floor. She seized one of Conchita’s thighs, held it between her tits, and increased the thrusting of her powerful hips. Conchita reciprocated, fucking back vigorously.

    “God, oh god, you whore, you fucking whore,” Conchita moaned, her lower body on fire, her tits throbbing with tension.

    “Cunt, you black-haired cunt,” Inge gasped, her eyes shut tight, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she struggled to keep back the tidal wave building in her loins.

    “FUCK, OH FUCK!!!” Conchita howled, unable to hold back her explosive climax any longer. Conchita arched her back high as she emptied her cum into Inge’s triumphant pussy. An instant later, screaming in victory, Inge released. The women’s fused bodies bucked and writhed as they fucked orgasm after orgasm out of each other, both women reveling in the exquisite pleasure.

    For a while, the jungle queens lay between the other’s legs, their genitalia fused, their tits heaving, their voluptuous bodies dripping with sweat. Inge pushed herself up on her elbows. Conchita did the same. They glared at each other over their jiggling tits, down their sweat-streaked bellies.

    Inge smiled. “Very nice, bitch. You’re still a good fuck.” She sat up and pulled her body away from Conchita, disengaging their inosculated cunts. Hot cum trickled down to the canvas floor as the women’s bodies pulled apart.

    “Fuck you, slut,” Conchita snapped. She pushed herself back and sat up on her ass, getting ready for another attack from her blonde nemesis.

    Inge did not attack. She kneeled across from Conchita and gestured at Martina, who was still lying unconscious, sprawled on the blankets littering the floor. “I have a proposal for you,” Inge began. “This cunt is trying to destroy the forest. I’m sure you’re aware of that. Why don’t we put aside our differences for now and teach this bitch a lesson she will never forget?”

    Conchita smiled, her beautiful face lit with a cruel smile. Her dark eyes flashed maliciously. “You mean team up to take her on? Two against one?”

    “It won’t be much of a battle,” Inge purred. “She might be a match for each of us individually, but she has no chance against both of us together. I think a little bit of …humiliation and subjugation may be good for her.”

    Conchita got on her knees and crawled up to Martina, then stretched herself out on one side of the beautiful blonde’s voluptuous body. She ran her hand down Martina’s sweat-damp, smooth belly and ran her fingers through the woman’s thick, wet bush before cupping her hot pussy. “Martina and I were fuckfighting to see who got control of this land. But there are no rules. The winner is who can fuck the other into submission and crawl out of here when it’s done. If you helped me with her, the agreement still applies…”

    Inge stretched out on Martina’s other side. The jungle queens smiled at each other, dangerous predatory grins.

    “Shall we try a bit of humiliation with this cunt?” Inge murmured, running her finger along the tip of Martina’s thick tit.

    “Yes,” Conchita grinned. “Let’s do that.”

    Conchita wrapped both of her thick, powerful legs around Martina’s powerful leg; on the other side of the blonde’s body, Inge did the same. Both jungle women looped their lower arms around Martina’s arms and secured the Spanish woman’s limbs under their bodies, effectively immobilizing her while leaving them with one arm free.

    Conchita slapped Martina’s face gently. While she tried to wake up the blonde, Inge lowered her head to Martina’s huge tit on her side of the woman’s body and began to lick and chew at the blonde’s flaccid nipple, slowly stirring it back to hardness.

    “Wake up, Martina,” Conchita purred. She blew in the woman’s ear.

    “Unnnhh?,” Martina moaned. “What…”

    Martina’s eyes snapped open as she came back to full awareness with a start. Conchita smiled viciously, enjoying the look of horror in Martina’s eyes as she quickly understood her situation.

    “No!” the blonde screamed. “Let go of me, you whores! You fucking cunts!”

    Martina flexed her powerful, perfect body, struggling to free herself from the other two women. Her powerful limbs strained, her massive tits jerked, her belly rippled as she writhed, but it was an absolutely futile effort. All three women were equal in strength and lush bodies and two of them were combining their forces against the other.
    Conchita and Inge tightened their legs around Martina’s single legs and locked the Spanish blonde in place. Inge bit harder on Martina’s tit, taking as much of the titmeat into her mouth as she could and sinking in her teeth. Conchita rubbed Martina’s clit teasingly, then drove three fingers into the woman’s cunt. At the same moment, she locked her mouth over Martina’s gasping mouth and forced her tongue as far down the woman’s throat as she could. Martina bucked and writhed, but she could not free herself. Conchita spit down Martina’s throat then broke the kiss. Inge immediately replaced her, forcing her tongue into Martina’s mouth. Conchita sucked on Martina’s other tit and simultaneously knifed all the fingers of her hand into the blonde’s twat. She shoved her hand in up to the wrist then balled her fist. Martina bucked furiously as she screamed into Inge’s mouth, but all she could do was accept the brutal fist-fucking she was receiving.

    As Conchita reamed her cunt and Inge drove her tongue down Martina’s throat, both jungle women pushed down on Martina’s chest, crushing the blonde’s tits with their own. The three women’s tits rubbed and ground together, their torsos rippled and strained as they fought.

    Inge broke the kiss, smiling down at Martina. “We’re going to fuck you raw, you bitch. We’re going to teach you never to make plans for this jungle again.”

    “Dirty, fucking whores,” Martina gasped. She spat in Inge and Conchita’s faces. “I’ll fuck you cunts dry, I swear to God!”

    “You’re going to be completely dry by the time we’re done with you, fucker,” Conchita breathed into Martina’s ear. She forced her mouth onto Martina’s mouth. Martina eagerly, angrily returned the kiss, fighting back. But she soon lost her concentration as Conchita’s fist twisted deep in her twat and Inge’s mouth fastened on her tit and sucked vigorously at her nipples. Martina moaned in pleasure, unable to resist the intense sensations.

    The three women bucked and ground, the two on top taking turns violating Martina’s mouth and cunt, stroking and playing with the blonde’s body. After a half hour, Martina could not take any more. Shrieking in ecstasy, she ejaculated powerfully, her pussy juice spraying out onto Conchita’s hand and arm, her belly undulating as she pumped cum like a fire hose.

    “God, oh God…,” Martina cried out, gasping out her pleasure only for a moment before Conchita’s mouth closed over her mouth again.

    As Martina lay gasping on the canvas floor, Conchita and Inge exchanged a hot look. Conchita slipped under Martina’s sweat damp, cum-streaked body. She looped one arm over Martina’s left and put her n a half-nelson. From behind, she twined her strong legs over the blonde’s legs and locked, then pulled Martina’s legs apart. Inge climbed onto Martina, mounting the woman. She thrust her aching cunt onto Martina’s glistening, battered fuckmeat, and began pounding and grinding her cunt into the luscious, hot orifice, knotting their clits. Conchita reached around to squeeze and knead one of Martina’s tits with her free hand. Inge used one hand to restrain one of Martina’s arms and sank the fingers of her other hand into the woman’s remaining tit and fucked harder. Martina became the meat in a sex sandwich, her body fucked and ravaged by her two greatest enemies.

    After some time of fucking and grinding, Inge threw back her head and grunted, her hips jerking, as she ejaculated into Martina’s gaping cunt. Conchita pulled Martina’s head around and locked her into a kiss. Inge collapsed on top of the other blonde, panting in pleasure.

    “My turn on top,” Conchita smiled to her partner. Inge grinned and slipped off Martina’s wet body. Conchita slid out from under Martina and pulled the exhausted woman’s legs apart and placed one of Martina’s thighs on her hip, her other leg over the supine woman’s other thigh. She lowered her cunt into place on Martina’s twat and began grinding and pumping, riding her enemy viciously, enjoying the feeling of Inge’s cum seeping into her pounding cunt. At the same time, Inge sat on Martina’s face, forcing the woman to suck and eat at her sopping twat. Martina moaned weakly, but ate Inge passionately. She jerked her hips, trying to keep moving and grinding back against Conchita’s attack. Inge sat facing Conchita as she rocked her hips, rubbing her cunt into Martina’s face. Conchita and Inge pushed their upper bodies together, grinding their massive tits, kissing passionately, stroking and caressing each other’s luscious bodies as they both enjoyed violating and dominating the woman beneath them. Soon, all three women came in concert, Inge gushing her cum all over Martina’s face and hair, Conchita grunting, hips jerking as she pumped her ejaculate into Martina’s ravaged twat, Martina arching her back and screaming into Inge’s cunt as she pumped her cum back into Conchita.

    The hot afternoon turned to sweltering evening turned to humid night. Inside the tent, the odor of sex and cum grew overwhelming, the heat and humidity became almost like a sauna. Conchita turned on lights in the tent. The shadows played on the walls of the tent as the tableau played out, as the jungle women took turns enjoying Martina’s perfect body, as Martina was forced into submissive orgasms over and over again, no matter how much she fought back. At some point, she finally gave up and simply accepted the enormous pleasure that her enemies were fucking out of her.

    Vignettes from a long, hot night:

    Vignette One: Inge lay stretched out beside Martina and Conchita, her eyes glowing with pleasure as she watched the two Spanish women eat each other in a long, hot 69 contest, Martina on the bottom and Conchita on top. Inge stroked her pussy, readying her clit. Finally, Martina and Conchita came into each other’s faces and swallowed as much of the ejaculate as they could. Conchita collapsed on Martina’s pussy, rubbing her face in the juicy fuckmeat for a moment, before rolling off of the blonde. The moment she did, Inge rolled on top of Martina, mounting her, driving her cunt into Martina’s cunt and locking their genitals. Inge rubbed and writhed, enjoying grinding and rubbing her voluptuous body into Martina’s, reveling in the play of flesh on flesh, of bulging tits crushing bulging tits, of hot belly to sweaty belly. She came hard, grunting and jerking her hips as she released into her blonde foe. Martina came with her, gasping and moaning, too exhausted to do more than ride with the fucking she was receiving. Inge rolled off of Martina, gasping with pleasure. An instant later, Conchita rolled on top of Martina and took Inge’s place, sliding her cunt onto Martina’s twat and grinding viciously into her foe….

    Vignette Two: Conchita rode Martina’s face, enjoying the sensations of the woman’s tongue cleaning out her twat, of Martina’s tongue stroking and caressing her burning clit. Conchita was faced down Martina’s body and had the enjoyable and erotic view of Inge eating and sucking Martina’s succulent cunt. Martina’s hands were on Conchita’s hips, holding the dark-haired jungle woman in place as she ate her cunt, even as the intolerable, exquisite pleasure burned up from her nether regions and filled her body with an overpowering orgasm. Martina screamed and bucked as she came into Inge’s face. A moment later, Conchita released and gushed hard onto Martina’s beautiful face and into her mouth, almost choking the Spanish woman on pussy juice. Conchita fell off to the side and lay watching Martina gasp in completion. An instant later, Inge shoved her hand deep into Martina’s aching twat, balled her fist, and began enthusiastically fisting the blonde. Martina shrieked and arched her back high, straining against the sudden pleasure, the incredible violation. Aroused, Conchita threw herself on Martina from the side and eagerly began sucking and chewing at the blonde’s massive, bouncing tits, taut mounds of meat that were already covered in spit and teethmarks. Martina gasped and writhed helplessly as she was ravaged yet again, pumped and devoured to another submissive orgasm…

    Vignette Three: Martina and Inge scissored together, their nearly identical golden bodies writhing and bucking, their grunts, groans and moans of incredible pleasure merging and harmonizing as they fucked mercilessly. Both women’s fingers were sunk into the other’s sweaty thigh as they sought leverage to hold them in place as they worked their cunts and clits into each other. Their massive tits bounced with each jerk of their hips. They leaned back and stretched out, grinding powerfully, riding each other up the pleasure curve. Martina screamed as she came again, her molten ejaculate injecting into Inge’s victorious pussy. Moments later, Inge sent it all back as she arched her back in ecstasy and pumped her cum deep into her submissive foe. For a while, the blonde women panted in mutual exhaustion, but Martina could barely move. She felt her body being pulled away from Inge’s body but was too spent to resist. Conchita pulled Martina’s left leg up, pulled the tired limb between her massive breasts and propped the calf on her right shoulder. She pushed her hot, wet cunt into Martina’s yielding fuckmeat.

    “Oh god, you fucking whore, you fucking, fucking whore…,” Martina moaned weakly. But still, she felt the fire igniting in her pussy once more as her limitless sexual appetite revived again.

    Conchita smiled at Martina, reaching down to fill her hands with both of the blonde’s massive tits.

    “This is the price you pay, Martina,” the jungle queen whispered. “This jungle has its defenders and we are going to take the cost of what you’ve tried to do out of your cunt. You’ve already submitted to me more times than I can count and I’m going to keep fucking you until you’re as dry as a bone. You’re going to beg me to stop and beg me not to stop at the same time.”

    “Never, you fuck, never, I’ll never surrender….”

    “You don’t have to surrender. We all know that you’re beaten. This land is mine. You’ve lost. Don’t forget it.”

    “Cunt,” Martina grunted, her voice almost lost. But she moved her hips with Conchita, she undulated her luscious body in ecstasy, until she and Conchita came into each other again and again, their pussies locked and sucking in shared erotic bliss.

    Epilogue:

    The late morning sun glinted on the walls of the tent when the tent flap unzipped from the inside and Inge stepped out. Nude, the blonde jungle goddess carried her knife and bikini in one hand. She walked down to the brook, cupped her hands and took a deep draught of water, before entering the water and immersing herself, washing off the sweat and cum that caked her perfect body. A few minutes later, Conchita joined her. The black-haired countess eagerly quenched her thirst then climbed into the water and enjoyed the coolness on her light chocolate skin. She submerged, letting the water lift the cum and sweat out of her thick black hair.

    Conchita and Inge stood in the thigh high water, their hands smoothing back the wet helmets of their hair, and smiled at each other. Inge approached Conchita. The women slipped their hands around naked bodies, they pressed their bulging tits nipple to nipple, and slapped their flat bellies together. They kissed deeply, their tongues twining and twisting. Inge pushed Conchita back and Conchita did not resist. She lay back on the bank of the brook and spread her legs. Inge mounted her. The jungle women’s cunts mated and fused, their clits pressed and sizzled head to head. Their powerful limbs twined sinuously. Their hips jerked and they fucked powerfully until their perfect bodies went stiff in a series of exquisitely pleasurable orgasms.

    Sighing, Inge finally rolled off of Conchita. Lying side by side, the nude women floated in the afterglow of their morning sex. Finally, Inge spoke.

    “Do you think that bitch got the message?”

    “Oh yes. She won’t be able to walk for a week, after what we did to her. I won’t bother putting down any more markers.”

    “If you need any more help with her, let me know. I don’t think she’s going to give up that easily.”

    Conchita nodded. “Yes. But now that she knows she has both of us to deal with, she may think twice.”

    Inge got to her feet and pulled on her bikini. She strapped the knife to her thigh and looked down at her naked rival, turned partner, at least in this moment.

    “I enjoyed the night, Conchita,” she purred. “The next time you need to find me, you know where I am.”

    With that, the blonde jungle women turned and walked into the dense jungle, her bare feet silent on the forest floor. In a moment, she was gone.

    Conchita sighed and got to her feet. She crossed the clearing to find her pack and weapons. She retrieved her clothing from the pack and dressed, pulling on her skin tight shorts, sliding into her sleeveless blouse and tying it into a halter. She hesitated for a moment, then pulled on her boots. She placed her hat firmly on her head. Her pack slung over her shoulder, she returned to the tent, to ensure the entrance was zipped close. She stuck her head in and took one last look at her defeated enemy.

    Martina was sprawled on the canvas floor of the tent, her legs wide, her arms thrown out to either side, her naked body shining with sweat and cum. The woman’s voluptuous body presented a delicious erotic temptation. Conchita felt an intense stirring in her loins and nipples and, for a moment, considered stripping down, mounting Martina’s perfect body, and enjoying the woman’s flesh for a few more hours – maybe even the rest of the day. But she decided against it. She did not want Martina’s men coming to find them together. But, even more, she did not want to risk a hard-won victory. Right now, Martina knew exactly where she stood. It was best to leave it this way.

    Conchita zipped the tent shut and slipped off into the woods. She would return to her camp, gather up her few supplies, then begin the journey back to the city. She was certain she did not need to complete her mission of marking off her land. This matter was settled. She was equally certain that Martina would find other ways to challenge her. What she and Inge had done to the Spanish woman was a declaration of war and she knew that Martina would take them up on it. If the positions were reversed, she certainly would and she knew that Martina was very much like her in more than just physical appearance. She could not wait for the next time the blonde bitch came for her. They would settle their differences body to body and clit to clit. Conchita shivered in anticipation and smiled.

    Epilogue II:

    Pedro Gonzalez followed a butler through the halls of the Hernandez mansion. It had been two days since his mistress, Martina Hernandez, had returned from her expedition to the Amazon. He had not seen her when she returned home but had been told by some of the servants that the mistress had appeared both exhausted and intensely angry. Evidently, something had happened in the jungle. He wondered if she had encountered the blonde jungle woman who had proven to be such an obstacle to the Hernandez family’s business ventures in the forest.

    The butler knocked on the door of Martina’s office then opened the door and ushered him in. Pedro had been with the Hernandez family for many years. He had worked for Martina’s father and had known the young woman his entire life. He had watched her grow from an awkward little girl with a special affinity for the natural world and the wilds of the jungle, into an incredibly beautiful and voluptuous woman who excelled at every physical and business endeavor, and who possessed a dangerous and powerful sexual charisma that many people (Pedro included) found almost overwhelming. Pedro was always nervous when he met with his mistress. Martina was seated behind her desk, her blonde hair pinned back on her head to prevent it from falling over her papers. Pedro had a vague sense that something was different about his mistress, but he was not immediately sure what it was. She looked as gorgeous as ever and, if anything, she was radiating even more sexual power than she usually did. Martina glanced at Pedro, smiled pleasantly, and gestured for him to sit down in the chair across from the big mahogany desk.

    “Pedro,” Martina began, “There’s been a change of plans. The territory that I went out to mark, that we’re trying to wrest from the Cortez holding company? Well, we’re going to back off of that. Let’s withdraw the court case.”

    “Um, very well, mistress. But, may I ask why? We’ve invested quite a bit of time and money into claiming that land and our surveys have shown it is unusually valuable.”

    Martina leaned back in her chair and clasped her hands behind her head, thrusting out her impressive chest. This was a move that Pedro loved, even as it embarrassed him. As Martina’s white blouse stretched tight across the bulging mounds of her breasts, accentuating the size and tautness of her massive tits, Pedro suddenly realized what was different about his mistress. Usually, Martina’s breasts were on prominent display. He had never before seen her wearing a top that did not reveal a great deal of her incredible cleavage. Yet, in this moment, she seemed to be almost hiding her breasts. He wondered why.

    “I have very personal reasons for deciding to discontinue this enterprise. Let’s leave it at that.” Pedro nodded. “However, I do have a new assignment for you.”

    Martina lifted a folder off of the desk and came around to hand it to Pedro. He took it and examined the papers inside.
    “This is a list and some details regarding the Cortez company’s other holdings in the region. I want you to begin proceedings to challenge the claims to ownership on the first property on that list. We are going to systematically work down that list, one at a time. We will begin in court. I will tell you when we will proceed further with each claim.”

    Pedro was confused. “Well, mistress, we could make claims on multiple properties at once and save some time.”

    “No.” Martina returned to behind the desk and resumed her seat. “I want to do this one at a time. Ms. Cortez and I have worked out a very…personal… way to decide who gets what property.”

    Pedro was even more confused, but he did not raise any more question. “Yes, mistress. I’ll get to work on this right away and I’ll stop the court case about the other property.”

    “Good. Thanks very much and keep me posted.”

    After Pedro left, Martina got up and walked to the French doors leading from her office onto a flag stone terrace. She walked to the edge of the terrace and looked out at the humid, lush jungle beyond. She unbuttoned the front of her blouse and looked down at her lush tits. The many bite marks and red spots that constant friction and carnal abuse had left on her delicious tits were fading and would be gone within a day, but she still did not want people to see what Conchita and Inge had done to her.

    Martina felt a flare of heat in her pussy. Her nipples tightened. She buttoned her shirt back up, but left the top three buttons undone. Conchita had made a declaration of sexual warfare. Martina was more than happy to accept the challenge. Conchita and Inge had humiliated her worse than anything else in her life. She was going to pay them back. But, deep inside, her raging libido burned bright and hot. Conchita owned a lot of property around the city. Martina was going to fuckfight her for every single acre. The black-haired bitch had started this war, but Martina was determined to finish it.

    The End
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    Re: New Story: Conchita vs. Martina: Jungle Heat

    I loved it! I was rooting for Conchita to get her revenge against Martina since she legitimately lost the first battle but cheated her way to a victory by attacking our dark haired Spaniard. I did not suspect that Inge would show up and give us such a delicious three-way domination. Martina's humiliation and thirst for revenge is going to be slowly simmering to a boil, which should give her next confrontation a scalding heat that will melt the page. Great work, I only hope that one day I can convey the emotions and clarity of thought going on in each women's head the way you can.

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    Re: New Story: Conchita vs. Martina: Jungle Heat

    Thank you, Thank you, Thank you!!!!

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    Re: New Story: Conchita vs. Martina: Jungle Heat

    Wouw JB

    the final part is of almost shocking sensuality - a great idea to have our jungle queen interfere and eventually join forces with Conchita. Nice to learn that we both had the same fantasy.

    Thank you so much for sharing you great stories with us
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    Re: New Story: Conchita vs. Martina: Jungle Heat

    That was not the ending I expected, but damn was it good. Their battle turning into a domination and Inge coming back was a nice twist. I like how the characters are remaining true to themselves with Inge and Conchita having the wary peace between them about the jungle. Martina seems a match to both of them and is a great villain and it will be interesting to see how Domino comes back and if she can match up with the other three. Great stuff!

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    Re: New Story: Conchita vs. Martina: Jungle Heat

    The four characters at same time.
    Will be great to see how JB respond to this challenge.

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    Re: New Story: Conchita vs. Martina: Jungle Heat

    Damn, that was hot. I say next time Martina gets Domino and they have a little two-on-two with Inge and Conchita. BTW, I’m sure you’ve answered this before but how in Inge’s name pronounced? Is it pronounced like it’s spelled(sounds like inch) or is it pronounced in a way that rhymes with ding? Or some other way?

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    Re: New Story: Conchita vs. Martina: Jungle Heat

    I tend to pronounce it "Inga" though this is technically wrong. A more correct pronunciation would rhyme with "hinge."

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    Re: New Story: Conchita vs. Martina: Jungle Heat

    Amazing !!!
    “I don't need a friend who changes when I change and who nods when I nod; my shadow does that much better.”

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