New Story: Latischa in the Lost World- JB57

[dwcole8]

A great, great spontaneous hot story, every thing about it was not planned out, for Latischa.
A airplane wreck, sex in a tree ( hot ) and a sex fight with a equally hot woman = WOW.

Love it that both women got on the island the same way, and were everyday women at one time.
And their inter self's are let out, almost a fantasy come true for them, releasing their wild sides.

Hot sex in a tall tree, a super hot sex fight with the villagers watching = LOVED IT.

And to make things even better, two more chapters = WOW

Thank you JB57

[kingofdapirates1]

Really really enjoyed this one and the promise for the future fights to finish this new rivalry. The tribe and culture add an extra layer and both Mananda and Latischa seem ready to go the distance. Sexy and fun, looking forward to more!

[Eights]

Oh this is gonna be fun. Like that you're gonna try to cross her over with Inge and friends eventually to. Can we talk about the second comic page though.. That dudes face in the bottom right panel has my dying.

[Gsbux]

Dear Jb57

Another Superb Hot Story.. Waiting for Next Part
I can't Wait Pls Post Next part Soon

Thanks

[JB57]

Dear Jb57

Another Superb Hot Story.. Waiting for Next Part
I can't Wait Pls Post Next part Soon

Thanks

Thanks! Part III is done and Part IV (the conclusion) is well on its way. I should have them up by this weekend.

JB

[JB57]

Here is Part III of the story. Part IV is coming along, but I don't think I will get it done this weekend, as hoped. So, I'll post this, so I don't leave everyone hanging, and try to get Part IV up by the end of the week.

Enjoy!

JB

Latischa in the Lost World, Part III

The high priestess attended to the chieftain and led Mananda into her hut. Assistants to the priestess, two young women, helped Latischa to her feet. Latischa’s pussy was sore and raw, her inner vagina felt tight and hot, and her clit felt unbearably sensitive. Still, her libido was off the charts and she knew that she was ready for much, much more. She walked, unsteadily, between the two women, who led her to a hut directly across from the chieftain’s. They put her on a soft bed of leaves and straw to rest while they went about warming water and filling a tub for her bath. Latischa lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling. Her mind was filled with the exquisite pleasure she and Mananda had just given to each other. She was still shocked that such physical pleasure was possible. That she had found it between the legs of another woman, that she had fucked and fought that woman to an erotic standstill before a crowd of hundreds of people, surprised her further. She was amazed that she could do all these things without regret or shame. She put these thoughts aside. All that mattered now was locking up with Mananda again, going at the woman clit to clit until one of them conquered the other with pure, unbearable ecstasy. Latischa shuddered in anticipation.

Soon, the bath was ready. She immersed herself in the hot water, let the heat soothe her aching muscles and sore pussy, and prepared herself for the erotic ordeal to come.

In the chieftain’s hut, Mananda’s naked body floated in the hot water of her bath. She let the heat suffuse her aching genitals and her sore, hot clit. Her body kept flashing back to the unbelievable fuck she and Latischa had just shared. Mananda was determined to defeat that whore, to break the bitch’s body with her own. But she could not deny the intensity of what she and her rival had done to each other. She had to win the upcoming war. But she craved the incredible ecstasy that had just wracked her body to the point of delirium.

The women rested in their respective huts for the remainder of the afternoon, gathering their strength. Late in the afternoon, the head priestess went to each woman and reviewed the rules of the upcoming contest. The evening came. When darkness fell, the two priestess’ assistants escorted a naked Latischa to the central gathering place of the village, just on the other side of the chieftain’s hut. She had asked for her bikini but was told the rest of the ritual needed to be performed in the nude. The square was filled with people. A long, narrow table was set on a raised stage in the center of the space. The table was low; cushions provided the seats for the people sitting at it. Directly behind the table, sitting in the true center of the square, was a large metallic gong. As she arrived, Latischa saw Mananda entering from the other end of the gathering space, led by the high priestess. The beautiful chieftain was also completely nude.

Mananda and Latischa locked eyes from across the square. The memory of shared ecstasy coursed through their clits, filling their cunts with juices, filling their tits to grow heavy and burn with heat, causing their brown nipples to harden into spikes. Latischa almost gasped. From the distance, she could see juice trickling down Mananda’s inner thighs.

Their respective escorts led the rivals to the high table. Despite its length, there were only two seats set. Cushions were placed at the middle of the table, on either side. The two combatants would eat sitting across from each other, separated only by the narrow width. The ritual required that they share their meal in peace, before they began their final struggle.

Latischa and Mananda glared into each other’s eyes, but said nothing. Their luscious bodies spoke for them. Their tits were swollen and jiggled with the tautness of flesh pumped to its utmost with arousal. Pussy juice trickled continuously down their inner thighs. Their swollen clits, twitching and pulsing with tension, were fully visible, thrusting out of the nude women’s naked cunts. It took all their willpower not to throw their naked bodies at each other and fuck each other raw, right in front of the entire crowd.

At a signal from the high priestess, Latischa and Mananda sat down, sitting cross-legged on the cushions, facing each other. Their positions completely exposed their naked genitals to the other woman. Without any pretense, the two gorgeous women stared unabashedly at the other woman’s pulsing, throbbing clit. Their hot, hungry cunts mirrored each other from across the table, sopping wet and engorged with blood. The scent of the women’s aroused twats filled the air between them, their distinct sexual odors mixing and merging into one sensuous fog. Their naked, swollen tits rose to confrontation as well, wobbling and jouncing as the women sat. Hot, hard nipples lined up perfectly.

The table was only 45 centimeters wide, no more than a large bench. Either woman could easily reach across and touch or caress the other. Latischa realized that this entire meal was set up as a test of wills and as a way to drive the combatants’ libidos to greater and greater levels as their denial of their desire to mate fed their growing, unsatisfied hunger. When, eventually, they unleashed their lust on each other, the explosion of sexual desire would be volcanic.

The people of the village sat in the square, filling the space. They were waiting for the meal to be served to their chieftain and her challenger, the champion of the gods sent by the heavens to test their leader and who might soon be their new leader. Despite the hundreds of people packing the space, the crowd was surprisingly quiet. All eyes were fixed on the two beautiful and voluptuous women at the table, the two sex goddesses who now sat, their eyes locked, their bodies at war even if they were not yet touching. Everyone in the square felt the unbearable sexual tension. Everyone who had witnessed the epic fuckfight between Latischa and Mananda earlier understood how much pleasure these women could give to each other and how difficult it was for them to now sit face to face, displaying their succulent cunts, challenging and taunting the other, yet not acting on their shared erotic need.
Everyone wondered if the women could get through the feast without breaking the truce of the meal, a critical diplomatic protocol between any warring parties.

Mananda and Latischa were served by the priestess’ helpers. The meals were identical in portions and content. The high priestess came and stood beside the table, directly in front of the massive gong. She explained the purpose of the food and reviewed the rules of the meal and combat, so the crowd could hear and understand.

“Everything you eat here tonight are foods meant to increase your stamina. The foods also fuel your libidos, increasing your desire and your ability to fight longer and harder. They provide great nutrition and they are mostly fruits, sometimes enhanced with herbs and spices, that have been proven to help you hold the moisture in your bodies.”

“You cannot fight at the table. This table is a place of diplomacy. The rules of hospitality require that all those enjoying a meal do so under the protection of the village. If you break this rule and attack one another, the one who starts the battle will be ejected from the competition. For you, my chieftain, it means that you will lose your title to the challenger.”

“When you finish your meal, you will leave here together, side by side, hand in hand. You will walk together into the chieftain’s hut. When you are alone together, you are free to engage in sexual combat and only sexual combat. You cannot hurt each other, you cannot try to harm each other. This contest is entirely between your sexes, between your bodies. You both agreed to this earlier today and you must adhere to that agreement. Do you understand?”

Latischa nodded. “Yes,” she said. “I have no desire to hurt this bitch. I only want to break her with my cunt.”

Mananda nodded too. “Yes,” she replied. “My pussy will suck this whore dry. I have no need to destroy her otherwise.”

The priestess nodded and continued. “Very well. Your battle will go on until one of you submits to the other. This can be done by one surrendering or it can be one is simply too exhausted to continue. The victor is realized when one of you emerges from the hut and strikes this gong.” She indicated the gong sitting behind the table. “Once the gong is rung the battle is over.”

“Do you both understand these rules?”

The two women nodded once again. “Yes,” intoned Mananda. “Yes,” repeated Latischa.

“Good. Everything you need for your battle is in the hut or will be left outside of the door. Three meals a day will be left there. There are chamber pots inside the hut that you can use. Leave them by the door when they need to be emptied.”

The priestess left the women and joined her assistants. The three women stood off to the side of the stage and watched their chieftain and her challenger eat. All around the square, the villagers began their own meals, squatting or sitting in the dirt to watch the tense confrontation playing out at the table.

Latischa and Mananda ate their meals. Latischa was surprised to find that she could quickly identify how each delicacy was meant to increase her sexual stamina or her sexual drive. She could feel their effects almost immediately. The meal was light, mostly fruits, as the priestess had explained, but there was also a bit of meat and sweet wine. Both women felt their energy levels increase, they felt their mutual desire grow ever more powerful.

Latischa and Mananda stared at each other, their eyes locked, even as they ate. The building sexual desire and tension between them, already incredibly powerful, quickly grew into a fever as the stimulative effects of the food took effect. The women’s eyes glowed with lust. Latischa felt as though she was slowly going insane with sexual need.

Mananda had the same thoughts and feelings. None of her past battles ever got to this point. Every other sexfight she had engaged in the past had ended in decisive victories for her. Many times over the past decade, disputes with other women leaders in other villages had been resolved through crossing clits. Mananda had never lost, and she had no intention of losing now. But the raging lust in her body was growing ever more intense with every bite of food, with every moment that she stared into Latischa’s dark eyes, every moment that she inhaled the intoxicating scent of her rival’s cunt. She feared she would go crazy with lust before long and would not be able to control herself. She decided to push the issue.

Mananda smiled at Latischa and slowly reached across the narrow table. Carefully, she softly caressed Latischa’s left tit, running her nimble fingers along the round edge of the heavy gland, slowly tracing the rough flesh of the dark areolae. Her thumb pressed Latischa’s hard nipple gently.

“You have such beautiful tits, Latischa,” Mananda murmured. “They are so firm and thick. I would love to suck them for a while.”

Latischa reacted to Mananda’s unexpected action by going rigid with lust. Her body trembled as she struggled to control herself. Mananda was not attacking her with violence, but with sensuality. Latischa realized this kind of assault stayed within the rules of their competition. She had not expected this kind of underhanded move and it was almost enough to break her. Mananda’s fingers burned on her flesh, the woman’s caress of her tit was electrifying, the tweak of her nipple almost caused Latischa to scream. Her pussy lubricated hard and her pulsing clit quivered as her body overflowed with sexual energy and desire. Latischa screamed in her mind as she bent her willpower to holding herself in.

Trembling, her lip quivering, Latischa retaliated.

“Thank you, Mananda,” Latischa whispered. She reached across the table and ran her fingers, feather-light, between the other woman’s perfect tits. Latischa ran her fingers down Mananda’s taut, beautifully muscled belly and traced the line down her torso, through her navel, to the wet crest of the woman’s slick, hot cunt. “Your body is beautiful, too. Your clit is so firm and thick. I would love to suck it for hours.” So saying, Latischa gently, gently caressed her opponent’s pulsating clit.

Mananda closed her eyes and clenched her teeth, her beautiful face contorting in a rictus of pure sexual agony. She wanted to scream, she wanted to hurl herself across the table, mount Latischa, and grind her clit into the woman’s matching sexhorn until they both exploded. She gasped as she struggled to regain control. Secretly, she was angry at herself. She had started this game of one-upmanship and Latischa had outdone her by going right for the prize.

Mananda opened her eyes and glared at Latischa. Latischa smiled back triumphantly. Both women were sweating, their struggle to control their raging libidos causing their bodies to tremble with tension. Mananda leaned forward, reached across the table, and placed her palm flat on Latischa’s taut belly. She slid her hand down until she was cupping the other woman’s wet, hot cunt, then carefully inserted her middle finger into her enemy’s steaming twat.

Latischa whimpered, her body shuddered, and she closed her eyes tight, biting her lip. This was more than she could bear! She felt Mananda’s finger inside of her, tracing her inner vaginal wall, working up to the nerve complex that fed such pleasure to her throbbing clit. Latischa leaned forward until she was nose to nose and eye to eye with Mananda. The tips of the women’s nipples touched and sizzled with erotic heat, sending a spike of ecstasy racing through them. The weight of their heavy breasts pushed their nips together. The women gasped in tandem. Carefully, straining to keep her body in check, Latischa inserted her own middle finger deep in her enemy’s burning twat. She was gratified to see the flash of panic and pure, animal desire in Mananda’s eyes.

The women leaned into each other, panting like bitches in heat into each other’s faces, putting more weight on their dense tits, and slowly and carefully finger-fucked the other. Their nipples throbbed and they felt their milk holes seal and lock. Sweat dripped down their faces and dotted their pulsing breasts, trickling down to spatter on the table top.

For long, tense minutes, Latischa and Mananda played with their rival’s throbbing cunt, fingers probing deep, stroking at quivering clits. They panted furiously, their bodies raging out of control. Somehow, incredibly, both women managed to keep from releasing the terrible orgasmic pleasure building in their cores. But their mutual erotic assault pushed them both to the edge. They needed to fuck. They could not wait a moment longer.

Slowly, slowly, both women carefully pulled their fingers out of their opponent’s cunt. Eyes locked, Mananda and Latischa offered each other their wet fingers. The women carefully licked their rival’s wet finger clean with their warm tongues. The crowd sighed, the sexual tension running through the square almost unbearable to everyone.

“Are you ready to fuck, Latischa?” Mananda purred, her dark eyes glowing with fever. Her lips almost touched Latischa’s, her sweet breath washed over the other woman’s beautiful face.


“I’m ready to fuck, Mananda,” Latischa purred back. “I’m ready to fuck and fuck and fuck and fuck and fuck…”

“…and fuck and fuck and fuck and fuck…” Mananda took up the chant with her.

The women pressed closer, until they were touching nose to nose, eye to eye. The villagers were silent, watching this incredible erotic display with bated breath, wondering if the two goddesses on the stage were about to lose all control and begin ravaging each other right in front of everyone.

“My body is going to destroy your body, Mananda,” Latischa whispered. “I’m going to enjoy your cunt in every way that you can imagine.”

“We’re going to do everything to each other, Latischa,” Mananda whispered back. “We’re not leaving that hut until I’ve taken you in every possible way. After I destroy you, you’re going to look back on this as the best fucking you’re ever going to have in your life.”

The women smiled. Their bodies burned with pure erotic fever, their eyes gleamed with insane lust. They opened their mouths and touched tongues. A thrill of pure erotic electricity ran through both of them. Their engorged nipples hardened even more and squirted slightly. The high priestess watched carefully and prepared to intervene.

Their tongues slid deliciously together, then deeper into the other’s mouth. Their lips sealed and the women pressed into each other harder, compressing their meaty tits with a bit more force. Their lips and mouths worked, tongues slipping and sliding, curling together within their mouths. The kiss deepened, grew stronger and more passionate. Latischa and Mananda shared spit back and forth, filled their mouths with their mixed secretions, until it dribbled down their chins and fell in globs to their shared, quivering cleavage. They swallowed it back, but they refused to separate. For both women, this was the most delicious kiss of their lives. It foreshadowed the joining, the sensual union, that would soon happen between their hot nether lips. It lit their bodies on fire with raw pleasure, with sensual heat, that filled every nerve with electricity. The kiss lasted for almost five minutes, the women lost in the intensity of the merging, until their desire reached an uncontrollable peak.

Latischa and Mananda broke the kiss. They pulled their tongues back and then leaned back away from each other, a string of spit connecting their lips. They panted furiously, their eyes blazing with lust, their bodies shivering, their muscles taut like bows.

Latischa and Mananda rose to their feet in unison. Mananda reached out her hand. Latischa took it. The women wrapped their fingers together, intertwining them just as their bodies would soon be intertwined. They shuddered in delight at the touch of bare flesh to flesh. Hands at their side, the women walked together down the length of the table. When they reached the end of the table, they stepped closer. Their swaying hips touched, their rippling asses moved in concert, their shoulders pushed side by side. Latischa and Mananda moved as closely and tightly together as they could as they walked across the square towards the chieftain’s hut, the place where their raging sexual rivalry would be decided. They pressed their nude bodies together and thrilled as they felt their jiggling tits bounce off each other, side by side. Both women watched the door of the hut get closer and closer. They slowed their walk, taunting each other with their own sexual control, daring the other to walk faster, to give in to the insane lust boiling and twisting inside of their aching bodies.

Finally, they stood side by side at the door of the hut. The words of the priestess came back to them. Once they pushed aside the woven mat blocking the entrance and stepped inside, they would enter their own world, their own arena, where they would fuck each other until they could not walk and then fuck each other some more. Through that mat lay a world of pure sexual paradise, but also the abject humiliation and defeat of one of these two proud, beautiful women.

Latischa and Mananda turned and faced the crowd, still holding hands. The high priestess stood to their side. The women raised their locked hands over their heads, like champions saluting their followers. Their massive tits bounced against each other. The high priestess made her final declaration.

“Here is our great chieftain, Mananda, and her greatest challenger, Latischa. They will now enter the chieftain’s hut. They will meet woman to woman, body to body, sex to sex and compete for leadership before the eyes of the gods. When next one emerges, she will be our chieftain. She will have proved her superiority over her rival. She will command our respect and loyalty. May the gods choose wisely!”

“May the gods choose wisely!!” the villagers repeated in a roar of excited voices.

Hand in hand, Latischa and Mananda turned back to the hut entrance. It was wide enough for them to enter together. Moving as one, each woman grabbed one half of the woven curtain and pulled it aside. Together, the naked goddesses stepped over the threshold and into the gleaming light inside of the hut. Finally, their fuckwar could begin.

[apenman]

Excellent! Gonna get into this after a full Sunday of NFL football. A man has to have his priorities after all, JB.

AP

[calla242]

omg awesome story so far. a new diamond in sexfight stories is born.

[dwcole8]

Another mind blowing HOT chapter to this story.
With all of the detail JB puts into this Lost World story, its almost a out of body experience.
I almost felt like I was a villager there watching.
Watching and not knowing which woman, I want to win = both.
Looking forward to read who comes crawling out of the hut.

Thanks yet again JB.

[JB57]

Thanks DW! I have been very busy with work-related things for the past week, but I've managed to make progress on the last chapter of this story. I hope to have it up in the next few days. I'm aiming for before the weekend for sure.

Take care,

JB