That was hot as Hell. I love how openly and unashamedly lustful the two are for each other. Can’t wait for more
Here is the last part of the first "Latischa" story. I really enjoyed writing this story and I already have another two "Latischa" stories planned. One is another battle with Mananda. The other is a fight with Latischa's rival from the original Comix stories, Libby. I hope to get around to both of these sometime, but not anytime soon. Latischa may be my new "Inge", at least for a while! I will work on the Latischa/Inge story when I can.
The next part of "Duranna vs. Kath" is almost done. It should be up soon.
Enjoy!
JB57
Latischa in the Lost World, Part IV
The moment the curtain closed behind them, Latischa and Mananda released the other’s hand and did what they had longed to do for the past few hours: they threw their naked bodies at each other. Consumed with feverish desire, they cried out in joy as their luscious bodies slapped together, as their dense, throbbing tits crushed, sending pulses of pure pleasure radiating through their burning flesh. Naked bellies clapped, powerful legs twined, arms wrapped around beautiful backs and squeezed. The women’s mouths snapped together in magnetic lust, tongues lashing.
Moaning, groaning with passion, Latischa and Mananda staggered around the hut, hitting the walls, stumbling out into the center of the large space. The structure was sturdy and the hut had been cleared of most of Mananda’s personal effects, except for the large bed positioned against one wall. The women gripped, fondled and slapped bare flesh, grabbing and squeezing asses, clawing at backs, pulling at hair, leaving their marks on the other. They struggled to control their enemy but, in that moment, they were driven more by the desire to just grind against each other, hot, slick flesh to flesh.
Gasping, spraying spit, the women broke their savage kiss. Cheek to cheek, biting at necks and shoulders, they pulled hair and struggled, their perfect bodies straining. Their bare feet beat a tattoo on the hard-packed floor as they tried to wrangle each other down to the ground.
“You cunt, you fucking cunt…”Latischa moaned into Mananda’s ear.
“Dirty, cunt-sucking little whore,”Mananda gasped in reply, her body on fire with need. She was desperate to get Latischa on the bed or the ground, anywhere she could spread the bitch’s legs and ram their clits together. Her clit was pulsing, aching with need, throbbing with the desire to be mated to its counterpart. The women’s inner thighs were already slick with pussy juices and sweat.
The battling women finally succeeded in throwing themselves onto the bed. Twining their legs tightly, wrapping their equally voluptuous, powerful bodies into muscular knots, they rolled from one end of the bed to the other, their nude bodies wriggling furiously, each one trying to take and hold the dominant position.
“Fucking…CUNT!!” Latischa screamed as she strained to pin Mananda to the bed.
“Dirty…SLUT!!” Manada shrieked as she bucked with her hips and succeeded in rolling their thrashing bodies and taking the top spot.
The women rolled and rolled, slowly, agonizingly, every muscle trembling, neither one able to dominate, until they rolled off the side of the bed. Slicked in sweat, they broke apart when they hit the floor. They leaped to their feet, but Latischa used the moment to move around to the far side of the bed. Mananda glared at her, her massive tits jiggling furiously as she panted.
“Come back here, you cunt!”
Latischa smiled, climbed onto the bed on her hands and knees, and began crawling towards her rival. “You come here, whore. No more games. It’s time to fuck this out.”
Mananda climbed onto the bed from the other side and met Latischa in the middle. The women got up on their knees and reached for each other, locking their hands in a test of strength.
“You want me, don’t you Mananda?” Latischa teased, tightening her grip, digging her fingers into the back of Mananda’s hands.
“The same way you want me, fucker,” Mananda replied. Their powerful arms trembled with effort.
“Then let’s have some fun, slut,” Latischa smiled. She pushed their arms up over their heads and aimed her heavy rack directly at Mananda’s luscious pair of tits. Mananda shoved her chest forward in challenge. The women grunted and moaned in pleasure as their heavy breasts crushed, four thick masses of taut, meaty flesh melding and resisting, pushing and throbbing, slipping and sliding over and around each other. Their nipples scored and flicked, sending heat pulsing through their dense flesh.
“Ummmmmmnn,” Latischa grunted, biting her lower lip as exquisite pleasure radiated through her succulent breasts. She worked her back, rubbing and driving herself into Mananda’s matching tits, loving the sensuous feeling. “Oh fuck, yessss….”
“Unnnnnggggghhh,” Mananda groaned, thrusting back, savoring every delicious grind, aiming her nipples into Latischa’s rigid pair.
“You bitch, you fucking bitch….”
For a time, the women slopped their tits back and forth, up and down, working the throbbing glands together until their dense titflesh burned with sexual electricity. They freed their hands and wrapped their arms around each other’s torsos, squeezing tight, grunting in pleasure as their racks crushed, their massive chests quivering as the thick, taut mounds of flesh came under pressure. Their hard bellies undulated sinuously and their thighs rubbed tight. They could feel the heat radiating out from between their legs, their pussies on fire.
“Come on, bitch,” Latischa hissed into Mananda’s gorgeous face, nose to nose, forehead pressed to forehead. “You said you wanted to suck my tits. Why don’t you show me what your tits can do?”
“Gladly, whore,” Mananda smiled. “I’m going to enjoy squashing those bags flat with my girls.”
The women released each other just enough to ease the pressure on their bulging chests. They grabbed the other’s arms at the biceps and pressed their massive tits between their arms, causing them to jut out even further. Aiming their nipples at their counterparts, the women slowly brought their aching tits together again, nipple to nipple. They moaned uncontrollably when the thick brown nubs met tip to tip and sealed, nipple holes sucking, sizzling with pure electricity.
“Unnnnnngggghhhh!”
“Ummmmmnnnnn!”
The women rotated their nipples around and around each other’s areola, their brown nubs sizzling. They locked nipples side to side and strained, trying to bend the other’s nips. The rock-hard nubs held fast. Latischa felt like her tits were going to burst with sexual tension, her nipples the throbbing point of the sword.
Mananda grunted and forced her mouth onto Latischa’s. The other woman eagerly accepted the challenge, just as eager to link up and match her rival tongue to tongue. As they kissed, they leaned heavily into each other, crushing their throbbing tits harder, and slipped their hands over the other’s lush body, gripping and caressing, slapping and kneading. At almost the same moment, both women slid one hand down their opponent’s smooth, sweaty belly and cupped the other’s dripping cunt. They thrust their questing fingers inside the hot, wet, tight orifices. They moaned deeply in their locked mouths, their bodies trembling as they stroked the other’s pulsating clit.
Moaning, groaning, grunting, their kiss grew more passionate, more desperate, as the excruciating sensations built inside them in rolling waves. Their cunts streamed with juice, splattering down on the bed, slicking their inner thighs.
Latischa gasped as she broke the kiss and pushed Mananda away fiercely. Mananda grunted as she fell flat on her back, her head spinning with the intensity of the feelings rippling up from her genitals, coursing through her body.
Latischa sat on her ass and spread her powerful thighs wide. She pushed down on the V of her thick, meaty pussy lips with her fingers and coaxed her twitching, engorged clit further out of its wet folds.
“You bitch, you fucker,” Latischa hissed hoarsely. She was burning up with lust and she knew what she needed. “No more games. Come here and fuck me, Mananda. Let me feel your fucking clit!”
“Oh God, yes, you whore,” Mananda panted. She slid across the bed, her legs spread wide, aiming her dripping, throbbing pussy at Latischa’s burning twat. The women were insane with mutual lust, their bodies raging with hunger.
Their cunts slammed together with thick, wet slap. Fuckmeat squashed and sealed tight to fuckmeat. An immediate suction formed between their sopping twats as they sucked each other in, their smooth, pink sexflesh fusing into one slick seal. Their pulsing clits met head to head, tens of thousands of sensitive nerves screaming in bliss as they collided and fused. Waves of pure ecstasy roared through the women’s voluptuous bodies, setting their skin on fire, searing through their oversexed bodies from their clits to the tips of their aching nipples. Their nips squirted a bit as the pleasure became unbearable.
“Yes, yes, yes, oh FUCKING GOD, YESSSSSSSS!!” Latischa howled. She threw back her head and thrust with her hips as hard as she could, desperate for even more pleasure as her body shuddered in the throes of passion.
“Oh god, oh god, oh God, OH GOOOODDD!!” Mananda shrieked. Her body jerked uncontrollably, her mind taken over by the need to drive herself as deep and hard into Latischa’s juicy cunt as humanly possible.
The women’s screams of unbridled lust and pleasure peeled out from the door of the hut and echoed throughout the village. The people looked at each other and smiled with excitement, caught up in the sexual passion of their chieftain and her rival. The village murmured with excitement and shared desire as the sounds of unleashed erotic combat filled the night.
Latischa and Mananda ground with their hips and thrust with their asses, keeping their clits glued together. They leaned back and pumped vigorously, meeting each other thrust for thrust, their massive tits bouncing excitedly, their powerful, muscular bodies rippling with effort. They rode the other woman furiously, giving themselves completely over to their animal desire. They panted and snarled and howled with ecstasy as they fucked and fucked, their bodies joined in the exquisite bond that had given them so much pleasure earlier in the day.
The women spread their legs and pushed closer until they were tit to tit, belly to belly, nose to nose. Mananda slipped her arms around Latischa’s hips and sank her fingers into her rival’s thick assmeat, squeezing the powerful muscle. Latischa returned the grip, her fingers grasping Mananda’s ass like a vise. She ran her hands over the round, strong meat and traced Mananda’s ass crack with a finger, probing at the woman’s deep anus.
“Oh, you dirty fucker,” Mananda cursed, but she happily returned the violation. The women sank into a deep kiss as their hips bucked, their clits stroking, stroking, feeding delirious pleasure.
Both women wanted to just keep fucking and fucking, riding each other up the pleasure curve, keeping it going for as long as they could. They understood that they were in a war of attrition that had real consequences for both of them but, for that moment, the women sought only to satisfy their raging desire.
For twenty, thirty, forty minutes, for more than an hour, they managed to hold the orgasmic waves at bay. Their perfect bodies quivered with repressed ecstasy until, finally, they could not take any more. Latischa erupted first, falling flat on her back, her hips bucking, her luscious body writhing, as she screamed her pleasure to the closed room.
“OH GOD, OH FUCK, OH YEEESSSSSSSSS!!!”
Moments later, Mananda joined her, shrieking like a banshee as her pleasure detonated from her engorged clit. Undulating like snakes, their voluptuous bodies twisting sinuously, trapped between each other’s powerful legs, the women pumped cum back and forth, screaming and moaning.
“Unnnnnggggghhhh!”
“Aaaaaaagggghhhhh!”
“Mananda, you fuck, you filthy fuck….”
“Latischa, you whore, you fucking, fucking whore…”
Cum shot up from their locked genitals, splattering down on their writhing, grinding flesh, dotting their dark skin and mixing with the hot sweat already dripping from their voluptuous forms. The fuckfighting women came again and again and again, forcing orgasm after orgasm out of each other, screaming and cursing each other until, finally, their orgasms started to ease.
Panting, tits heaving, the women lay flat on the bed, recovering their strength. They glistened in the light of the torches, covered in sweat, their bare, locked pussies coated in viscous cum. Their muscles quivered with the aftermath of the pure sexual tension they had released again and again.
Outside, the attentive crowd grew restive, stirred to lust by the sounds emanating from the hut. Amorous couples of both sexes expressed their desire, some even starting to engage in sexual congress right in the open square, others hurrying back to their huts to fuck.
After a few minutes, Mananda separated her cunt from Latischa’s twat. Their cunts pulled apart with a wet suck. A string of thick cum linked their genitals. Mananda got on her hands and knees and crawled up the bed. Latischa watched her come. Mananda mounted Latischa, covering the other woman’s nude body completely with her own. Latischa did not hesitate. She spread her legs and fixed her hands to Mananda’s powerful ass, readying herself to pull the woman onto her, into her, even harder. Mananda shifted her tits on Latischa’s until they were nipple to nipple. The women rubbed and flexed their bellies until they felt their navels sucking. They smiled at each other, their brown eyes glowing with erotic fever.
“All night, cuntfucker,” Latischa whispered. “We do this all night. I’m going to enjoy your body before I destroy you.”
Mananda ran her tongue along Latischa’s lips. “You’re a fantastic fuck, you whore. I’m going to drain you dry. I’m going to make you beg me to keep fucking you before I am done with you.”
The women’s mouths closed, they slid their clits together and their hips and asses began pumping, moving in unison. Their grunts, gasps and moans of pleasure soon became screams and howls of erotic joy.
The night became a haze of pure sensual pleasure for Latischa and Mananda. They fucked relentlessly, their desire for each other’s bodies growing stronger and more intense with every devastating, multi-orgasmic climax. They slowly exhausted each other physically, but their libidos seemed limitless as they fucked each other to levels of pure ecstasy that neither had experienced before. They kept fucking and fucking, passing out in each other’s arms from the pure intensity of their devastating orgasms, before waking up and resuming their animalistic fuckwar.
At some point in the night, Latischa woke to find Mananda’s pussy in her face, the other woman eating her twat. The flight attendant turned all of her lust and passion to devouring Mananda’s cunt with equal fervor. She looped her arms around Mananda’s hips, grasped the woman’s ass cheeks tightly, and spread the taut muscle. She ran her tongue up the woman’s wet slit, separating the thick pussy lips, then followed the crease between Mananda’s legs up to her asshole. She shoved her tongue into the puckered orifice, licking and then sucking hard. Mananda moaned in pleasure and redoubled her sucking of Latischa’s throbbing clit, closing her mouth on her foe’s cunt and letting her tongue tease and lap at the woman’s pulsing sexhorn. Latischa gasped with joy then clamped her mouth over Mananda’s succulent fuckhole and began to suck hard, her tongue twisting around her rival’s thick, throbbing clit. Mananda and Latischa bit each other’s clits gently, the tantalizing nips sending paroxysms of pleasure racing through their quivering bodies. Rolling onto their sides, wrapping sweaty thighs around the other’s head, the women devoured each other. Their cries, moans and screams of pleasure filled the air.
More than an hour later, Latischa and Mananda peeled apart and rolled to opposite sides of the bed. They panted and wiped cum from their gorgeous faces with the backs of their hands.
Latischa turned her head and stared at her rival. Just looking at the other woman fed the hunger between her legs. She was a woman with a truly impressive sex drive. She had fucked many, many men in her life and had always been up for anything. But she had never experienced anything like what she and this bitch were doing to each other. It was like their bodies were made to give each other raw, pure pleasure. At a primal level, Latischa knew that what was happening between her and Mananda was somehow related to the strange environment of this jungle. Mananda had said that this world brought out raw appetites and hungers in the people from their world who landed here. Somehow, this sexual fire must be connected to this rearranging of their minds and appetites. But she did not mind. The only thing that mattered was fucking Mananda, fucking her until she passed out, fucking her until she could not walk, fucking her body over and over until Latischa’s hunger was satisfied, then taking the woman’s place as the chieftain of this tribe.
Mananda turned her head and locked tired eyes with Latischa. She smiled. “You feel it, don’t you?” she asked. “That hunger in your cunt. It’s always been there, but it’s so much stronger now.”
“Yeah, I feel it, baby,” Latischa murmured. She pushed herself to sit up, then get on her hands and knees. Mananda did the same. The women crawled to each other. They pushed up, face to face, and began to lick and lap at each other, tongues running over lips and cheeks, sucking up cum.
Mananda grabbed Latischa by her hair and pulled hard. Latischa returned the grip and the pain. Lip to lip, eye to eye, the women glared into each other. “We’re going to fuck so hard, fucker. I’m going to do things to you that you can’t even dream.”
“Then do it, bitch,” Latischa whispered back. “Let’s play with each other, whore. Let’s use each other. Let’s fuck each other raw. Then let’s see who walks out of here.”
The women smiled. They opened their mouths and locked tight, sucking each other in. As their tongues thrashed, they pushed up on their knees, their heavy tits compressing, and slid their hands down wet bellies. They inserted strong fingers in hot cunts and finger-fucked, stroking rock-hard clits until a steady stream of pussy juice trickled from their throbbing twats to the bed.
“Mmmmmmmmmm….,” Latischa moaned, the pleasure in her body growing with every exhilarating stroke.
“Ummmmmmmmm….,” Mananda purred, every inch of flesh on her lush body throbbing in time with the delicious caresses of her aching clit.
Latischa surged forward, pushing Mananda onto her back. Still kissing, still stroking clits. Latischa broke the kiss and slipped her head down to Mananda’s chest. She licked the woman’s rock-hard nipple, then sucked as much of the massive tit into her mouth as she could, sucking and chewing, feasting on her rival’s voluptuous body. Mananda moaned and fell back, still pulling Latischa’s hair, but happy to enjoy the powerful sensations.
Latischa switched to the woman’s other tit and devoured it hungrily, squeezing and massaging the free tit as she did so. Mananda writhed in pleasure. After a few minutes, Latischa slipped lower on her enemy’s body, licking the sweat off Mananda’s belly, tonguing her navel, before slipping down to kiss and lick the woman’s turgid cunt lips. Latischa buried her face between Mananda’s legs, wrapped her arms around the woman’s hips, and sucked hungrily, feasting on Mananda’s clit. She slid her hands up Mananda’s body and filled her palms with the woman’s massive tits. She massaged and squeezed the heavy meat. She soon had the chieftain writhing and twisting, screaming and crying out as Latischa fed on her, driving her up and up the heights of pleasure. Mananda finally came hard, gushing into Latischa’s beautiful face, screaming out in ecstasy, arching her back in passion.
Mananda collapsed on the bed. Latischa wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and smiled. She was sure she had put a sizable dent in her enemy’s libido. Mananda panted, glaring up at Latischa.
“Alright, fucker. Now it’s your turn.”
Latischa could have resisted, but she did not. She wanted the pleasure. She wanted their confrontation to be as equal as possible. She wanted both of them to know which of them was the sexually superior woman.
Latischa lay back on the bed. Moments later, Mananda was sucking her tits, probing her hungry pussy with eager fingers, giving her more and more pleasure with her expert touch and tongue. Some time later, it was Latischa’s turn to arch her back and shriek in ecstasy as she came again and again into Mananda’s sucking mouth, as the chieftain squeezed and squeezed her massive tits mercilessly, twisting her rock-hard nipples for good measure.
Latischa gasped, her body still recovering, when Mananda mounted her, covering her nude body completely.
“Come on, baby, time to fuck some more. Unless you’re too tired to go on.”
Latischa smiled. “I’ve barely gotten started, bitch.” She smiled wider. “Let’s go ass to ass, fucker. I want to feel what you’ve got down there up against what I’ve got.”
Mananda smiled viciously. She rolled off of Latischa. Both women turned around on their hands and knees, so they were pointing luscious ass to luscious ass. They backed up slowly, slipping their legs past each other, until the thick, taut muscle of their powerful asses met with a firm slap.
“Unnnngggghhhhh,” Latischa moaned, as she leaned into the bed, her heavy tits crushed to its firm surface, her back arched high, and worked her ass around and around, grinding her powerful buttocks into Mananda’s matching glutes. Mananda thrust back, grunting with effort. Both women rotated their asses, enjoying the feeling of the thick, strong pads of muscle molding to each other, resisting the pressure, silken flesh growing slick and hot as their shared sweat lubricated the rubbing, grinding action. Their powerful buttocks stretched over their broad hips as they spread their legs and exposed the women’s wet assholes. Latischa desperately wanted to feel her asshole locking with Mananda’s matching, juicy orifice. She loved that her rival was giving back as good as she was getting, their powerful asses equally strong, their mutual desire to mate and join their bodies in this intimate way overwhelming both women. Latischa and Mananda shoved and thrust hard, moving their ass muscles in the grooves of their splayed buttocks, rubbing and grinding until they moaned and gasped as they felt their wet, puckered assholes rub and suck and lock.
“Yessss, fuck, yesssss, oh yessss…” Latischa moaned. She put her cheek on the bed and shoved back with all her power, even as she clenched, trying to bind herself to Mananda even harder. Mananda returned the blow, working her ass, pulling in with her anal muscles, maintaining their ass to ass lock.
“Ah, you cunt, you dirty cunt,” Mananda groaned. “Give it to me, let me feel that ass, baby!”
“I’ve got more ass than you can handle, fucker,” Latischa purred.
“I’ve got more asshole than you can take, bitch,” Mananda grunted in reply.
“Mmmmmmmmmmm,” the women moaned in shared ecstasy, their thick, sweaty bodies vibrating with lust and pleasure. They arched their backs high, rubbing hard, their legs spread wide as they worked to mutually penetrate the other. Their succulent, naked cunts slapped together, grinding into one from their lower folds down.
“Ah, yes, let me feel that cunt…” Mananda moaned.
“Fuck you, fuck you, whore,” Latischa gasped, but she pushed even harder, trying to somehow meld her genitals and her ass to those of her rival.
The women kept moving their hips, rubbing their asses, looking for better ways to more closely join and violate each other. They slammed back, ass to ass, pounding and grinding, until they both needed more. Forking their legs, rotating their bodies so they were on their sides, the women reached out to grab each other by the hair. They began pounding, pussy to pussy, screaming and grunting, snarling and shouting, fucking and fucking furiously. They came together in a gusher of hot cum, Mananda exploding just moments before her enemy. The women writhed and pumped, twisting their torsos, bucking their hips, jerking their asses, as they extracted a wave of orgasms from each other.
“Oh God, you fucking, FUCKING WHORE!!” Latischa howled as her body convulsed uncontrollably, her pussy erupting like a fire hose.
“Slut, fucking, FUCKING SLUT!!” Mananda shrieked in reply. She struggled to keep from passing out as intense waves of pure pleasure radiated through her oversexed body.
For nearly ten minutes, Latischa and Mananda fucked orgasm after orgasm out of each other until, finally, they collapsed in mutual exhaustion, momentarily too tired to keep going. Slowly, their luscious bodies came down from the orgasmic highs. Panting, the sexfighting women rested between each other’s legs, gathering their strength.
Latischa felt spent. She was tired and satisfied in a way that she had never felt before. But, just below the surface, she could feel her supercharged libido ramping back up, she felt her body’s sexual power rapidly regenerating. She knew that her war with Mananda would be one of sexual attrition. They would fuck until one of them could not go on. That was the only thing that could settle their rivalry. For now, she just let the feelings of sexual bliss wash over her. What she and the chieftain had just done to each other filled Latischa with enormous satisfaction and she knew she wanted to do it over and over again.
Outside the hut, the gathered people listened intently. They had heard the warriors within reach their screaming climax and they knew it would take a little while for the women to be ready to rejoin the battle. Several of the villagers wondered if what they had just heard was the resolution of the battle. After that cataclysmic fuckfight, maybe one of the women had succeeded in draining and overpowering the other.
Latischa summoned all her willpower and pulled herself away from Mananda, their cunts sucking apart with a pop, a thick strand of cum linking their swollen pussies. She sat up and then crawled onto Mananda’s supine body. Mananda’s arms wrapped around Latischa, her legs slid on Latischa’s slick limbs to lock calf to calf. The women glared into each other eyes, nose to nose, lip to lip, sharing hot breath. Their massive tits crushed and they shifted their weight to align nipple to nipple.
“I’m going to fuck you until your cunt is as dry a bone,” Latischa breathed. “I’m going to absolutely destroy you, you whore.”
“Fuck you, cunteater,” Mananda whispered. “They’re going to have to carry you out of here when I ‘m done with you. I’m going to suck every drop out of that juicy little twat.”
The women’s mouths sank into one, their tongues tangling, hot spit flowing and sloshing between their inosculated maws. They moaned in pleasure, they bodies undulated sensuously, and they resumed their fuckwar, riding and ravaging each other.
All through the night, Latischa and Mananda fucked. They ate each other’s pussies, they explored each other’s asses and cunts with fingers and tongues, they sucked tits and fisted tight cunts and hot asses, passing out in each other’s arms as they rode each other to peaks of pleasure. With the morning light, the fuckfighting women paused their struggle long enough to eat a rejuvenating breakfast, a meal that recharged their libidos and got them back into their relentless sexual battle. Lunch came and went, followed by the supper hour, and still they battled on.
More than 24 hours after they started their fuckwar, Latischa lay on the bed, spent, but still capable of going the distance.
Mananda was sprawled beside her, dazed from their last bout of fingerfucking, her body vibrating with recently released pleasure. The women’s bountiful tits heaved as they gasped for breath. They felt an end coming on. They had fucked each other harder than either one had been fucked in her life. They had given each other ecstasy on a level neither had ever felt before. Their spirits were still willing but their voluptuous bodies were reaching their limits.
Latischa glared at her rival. Mananda glared back. Slowly, steadily, the two women pushed themselves up to sitting positions, then turned to face each other. They spread their legs wide, raw cunt confronting cunt, and leaned back on their arms, readying their bodies for what both felt might be their final, decisive scissorfuck.
“Come on, Latischa,” Mananda purred. “You’ve put up a good fight, but it’s time to settle this. One final fuck, to decide which of us leads this tribe.”
“I told you, bitch, I don’t want to be the leader. But if that what it takes, I’ll do it. What I really want to do is put you in your place. I want both of us to know which of us has the better cunt and who is the better woman.”
“Then bring that slimy little twat over here and let’s fuck this out, you cunteating whore.”
Latischa moved down the bed on her smooth, slick ass, sliding her legs over and under Mananda’s powerful legs, shuddering as their luscious flesh made contact. She readied her body for whatever came next. Her pussy was red and hot, sore from the constant grinding, despite its copious natural lubrication. In this moment, the soreness faded away. All that remained was pleasure and heat as she prepared her genitals for their final battle with Mananda’s glorious, dripping pudenda. Latischa could see her enemy’s cunt was equally red and chafed, but the shining lust in Mananda’s eyes made clear that neither woman had a disadvantage.
“I’m going to enjoy this, so, so much,” Latischa smiled, bracing her body with her arms, pulling back her hips for the powerful thrust that would mate her twat with her enemy’s juicy cunt. Her tits felt twice their normal size, pumped up to full arousal, and jiggled deliciously as she shifted her body. Her nipples were burning and pulsing. The women’s tits were covered in red teeth marks and had been sucked to the peak of sensitivity.
“So am I,” Mananda purred. The women smiled at each other. They both knew that they were about to destroy one another, that only one of them would emerge from this final meeting of cunts and clits with her womanhood intact. They hesitated, their sense of finality competing with their desire for overwhelming pleasure. Pleasure won out.
Signaling with their eyes, the women thrust their swollen genitals together with a powerful shove of their hips. Wet, hot fuckmeat slapped. The women pushed hard, throwing all their power into driving together as deep and hard as they could. Their genitals sealed in a spasm of searing heat. Their engorged clits met head to head and crushed tight and hard, holding each other in a trembling stalemate.
Latischa’s head snapped back and she let out a choking scream. For a moment, she may have passed out as the pure intensity of the pleasure erupted out of her struggling clit, overwhelmed her senses and overcharging her body with sexual power.
Mananda howled like an animal, her body vibrating and convulsing as her clit fused with its counterpart, as her senses overloaded on sheer ecstasy. All of the grinding, the fucking, the sexual stimulation the women had given to each other over the past day had reached a point where their swollen clits were exquisitely sensitive, more than ten times more sensitive than usual, and neither woman could contain the sensations filling them to the brim.
“Oh, JESUS FUCK!!!” Latischa screamed, her eyes wide in shock, every cell in her body screaming with pleasure. “OH GOD, FUCKING GOD!!!”
“FUCKING CUNT! GODDAM FUCKING CUNT!!!” Mananda shrieked, her head thrown back, her eyes squeezed shut, her gorgeous face constricted in a rictus of sexual agony as she struggled to control the incredible forces wracking her body.
Screaming, gasping, whimpering with desperation, Latischa and Mananda each seized the other woman’s powerful, sweaty thigh for leverage. Cunts sunk together, fuckmeat fused hot and tight, legs wrapped around meaty hips, bodies locked into place. The fuckfighting women began grinding and grinding, thrusting and jerking with their hips, pushing with their asses. Their muscular abdomens rippled with effort as they fucked furiously, all of the power of their bodies thrown into grinding their rock-hard clits directly into each other, head to head, each one trying to crush the other back and claim sexual superiority.
Tears streamed down the women’s faces. Their bodies shuddered, sexual tension building in every cell, pulling their muscles taut as bows. Their massive, beautiful tits bounced and jerked, sweat flying off their magnificent chests. Latischa and Mananda fucked in a fury, each desperate to force the other into a submissive orgasm before she exploded herself.
Sobbing, screaming, cursing, the magnificent women rode each other mercilessly, their bodies on fire. Outside the hut, the listening crowd gathered, the villagers looking at each other in awe, as the sounds of savage, animalistic fucking poured out into the night. The people knew they were hearing the sounds of an epic fuckwar and all waited in suspense, listening and wondering which of the women would break first.
Latischa and Mananda fucked furiously. Their grinding and thrusting became more jerky, less controlled, as their bodies twitched harder and harder, on the edge of explosion.
“You fucking whore, oh Christ, I hate you,” Latischa gasped at Mananda. She hated this bitch so much. At the same time, she reveled in the toe-curling ecstasy she had found between this woman’s legs and she would give her soul for more of it.
“You dirty, fucking cunt,” Mananda moaned. “I fucking hate you so much…” Mananda had never been fucked so well, so hard, so wonderfully and her body craved all that it could get.
The exquisite clit to clit grinding went on and on, filling the struggling women with ecstasy, torturing them with sexual pleasure. The women’s clits fused, one burning nerve of mind-blowing pleasure, filling their entire bodies with fire. Both women were losing track of time and place as they fucked each other to the edge of delirium. For ten minutes, twenty, thirty, almost an hour, Latischa and Mananda rode each other higher and higher, until they could not take any more. In desperation, the women shoved their clits together as hard as they could. The quivering, pulsing nerves crushed each other back, neither bending, both resisting.
Latischa panted like she was running a marathon, sweat streaming from her body, her tits quivering, her body straining as she did all she could to crush Mananda’s clit with her own. Mananda powered back just as hard, her magnificent body straining as she pushed back. The women’s clits held strong, both unbendable, unbreakable. Slowly, agonizingly, the battling clits pushed each other back to their hoods. The explosion of ecstasy was unbearable. The fuckfighting women shrieked like banshees as the most powerful orgasms of their lives roared through their lush bodies.
“OH GOD, OH GOD, NOOOOO!!!” Latischa shrieked, the explosion of ecstasy so intense it filled every muscle in her body with raging electricity. “MANANDA, YOU FUCK, YOU FUCK!!!”
“OH FUCK, OH FUCK, I’M CUMMING, YOU BITCH, YOU BITCH!!!” Mananda screamed, her body jerking like a marionette. “LATISCHA, YOU CUNT, YOU CUNT, YOU CUNT!!!”
Releasing each other’s thighs, the women fell onto their backs, writhing, screaming, their long, powerful bodies undulating, every muscle twisting. They hips and asses kept thrusting, pumping, fucking orgasm after orgasm out of each other. Their pussies gushed like fire hydrants. The women injected cum into each other, their emissions sprayed up, splattering their lower bodies, soaking the bed under their bodies. Their swollen nipples squirted, their tits throbbing and pounding with tension as the women’s oversexed bodies loaded with sexual power then released, again and again and again.
Sobbing, choking, moaning and crying, the women wriggled and writhed slow and hard as the orgasms slowly tapered off. They lay on the bed, exhausted, spent, stunned to the edge of consciousness by the pure pleasure they had forced on each other.
For more than 30 minutes, Latischa and Mananda lay supine on the bed, their powerful legs forked, their pudenda mashed tight, clit throbbing and pulsing to clit. Their bodies gleamed in the torchlight, soaked with sweat, their thighs and stomachs dripping with ejaculate. Their minds floated on a cloud, divorced from their bodies, every nerve in their perfect forms vibrating with sexual electricity. Their swollen tits jiggled gently with each shallow breath, their brown nipples standing at attention like little spears. Their exhausted bodies remained at full sexual arousal, even after almost destroying each other in erotic combat.
After several more minutes, Latischa slowly came back to herself. She was disoriented, her thoughts disjointed, but her sense of her body returned and she realized what had happened and what she had to do. Carefully, she raised her head and looked down her body. Mananda seemed to remain unaware, floating on the edge of consciousness. Latischa realized she had an advantage she needed to seize, while she still could.
Latischa sat up. After a moment, when Mananda did not react, Latischa sat forward. She pulled Mananda’s sweaty leg up, keeping their pussies glued together, and placed the muscled limb on her shoulder. Securing Mananda’s leg between her bulging breasts, Latischa began to thrust, driving her slick, hot twat deep into Mananda’s boiling cunt, dipping her swollen, throbbing clit hard onto Mananda’s rock hard clit. Their cunts kissed and locked, red, raw pussy lips sealed tight, clits stabbing and grinding.
Mananda thrashed her head from side to side as her body came under assault. Her body reacted on its own, seeking exquisite ecstasy, her back arched and her ass pumped, keeping her cunt glued to its attacker. Hips thrusting, asses driving, the women fucked harder and harder, faster and faster, their gasps, moans and screams growing in volume as they fucked higher and higher on the pleasure curve.
“You bitch, you bitch, YOU BITCH!!” Mananda screamed. Her pussy exploded, a gusher of cum erupting from her twat, spraying out and soaking the intersections of their bodies. She convulsed, a wave of pure pleasure running through her body, flowing through her straining muscles. Her tits ejaculated again, squirting hard.
Latischa held on, squeezing Mananda’s thick right tit, her eyes closed, her body trembling with pleasure as she rejoiced in the delicious feeling of Mananda’s hot, steaming ejaculate entering her vagina, jetting up into her womb, filling her with heat. Latischa loved the feeling, she wanted nothing more than to release the exquisite tension inside of her, to pump her own delicious ejaculate into the woman writhing beneath her. Latischa held on, using all her will to keep herself from cumming. Mananda ejaculated into Latischa one last time. Then, with a convulsive shudder, she stopped thrashing and passed out.
Latischa fell off the bed, onto the hard, packed floor. She gasped, the throb of pleasure emanating from her aching, swollen clit almost too much to take. She desperately wanted to relieve herself of the incredible sexual pressure that had built up in her body but she sensed that doing so would release a torrent of such intense pleasure that she would pass out and lose the advantage she now had. Latischa tried to get to her feet, but the pressure on her clit, combined with the weakness of her legs, caused her to drop down to her knees.
Panting, gasping, her incredible body aching with the need for orgasm, the beautiful Latischa began crawling on her hands and knees for the hut’s door. She was careful, trying not to stimulate her clit too much with the friction from her thighs. Pussy juice practically poured down her inner thighs to her knees and then to the ground below. She left a trail of fragrant cunt juice as she moved. Latischa crawled through the curtains of the door. For the first time in more than a day, she left the hut. A young priestess, who had been listening intently at the door, started then jumped back in surprise when Latischa appeared. As she saw what Latischa was doing, the woman barked something at another young acolyte, who ran off to get the head Priestess. There were many people milling about the square. They gathered around Latischa, but gave her a wide berth. Their packed bodies created a corridor from the hut to the gong in the center of the square.
Latischa put her head down and tried to ignore the unbearable pressure in her loins. Sweat dripped from her breasts and face to the ground. Vaguely, she realized some of the liquid dotting the soft sand was also ejaculate from her nipples. Latischa gritted her teeth and labored on, determined to hold back the powerful orgasm burning in her core.
The crowd around her continued to grow. When she was more than halfway to the gong, the crowd stirred and murmured, but it was generally quiet. Latischa crawled up onto the platform. It was the first solid surface she had encountered and she was glad, for the sake of her knees, that the ground had been soft. She grabbed the side of the gong and pulled herself to her feet. She picked up the golden mallet hanging from the gong’s frame and, without hesitation, slammed it into the heavy metal surface.
The gong donged out, its powerful peal filling the night skies. The moment the gong sounded, the entire crowd screamed with joy, then began to chant: “Latischa! Latischa! Latischa!”
Unsteadily, her pulsing clit growing even thicker and harder, Latischa dropped the mallet and turned around, her hands in the air. Her heavy tits bounced triumphantly, sending a spike down to her clit that almost set her off.
Latischa stopped in shock. No more than three meters behind her, Mananda was standing. The beautiful former chieftain looked stricken, her eyes flashing with rage and humiliation. She had been pursuing Latischa, something the new chieftain had not even realized, and had almost caught up when Latischa struck the gong, ending the contest.
Mananda dropped to her knees and pounded the ground in rage and frustration. She had been so close to stopping Latischa, to bringing this battle to another round. But she had been just a little too slow.
As Latischa saw the other woman, the unrelieved hunger in her body grew to a fever. She staggered the three meters to where Mananda was kneeling. Latischa threw herself onto her rival. They screamed as their voluptuous bodies came together once more. The contact set lust flaring, exploding inside of Mananda as well.
The women’s arms snapped around naked backs, spasms of ecstasy coursed through their forms as their massive tits splatted together and crushed tight. Mananda fell onto her back, Latischa on top. The women writhed in the cool sand, holding each other, rubbing their incredible bodies together. The fire between Latischa’s legs became unbearable. Mananda could not stop herself. She was like a bitch in heat. She eagerly spread her legs in invitation. Latischa cried out. Just as eagerly, she rammed her succulent cunt full and hard onto Mananda’s waiting, ravenous fuckhole. The women shrieked as their engorged clits fused.
“Oh yes, yes, yes, fuck, Yes, Yes, YEEEESSSSSSS!!” Latischa howled. She came hard into Mananda’s welcoming cunt, drowning the other woman’s quim in her volcanic discharge, cumming and cumming, finally releasing the terrible pressure in her core, rejoicing in the exquisite pleasure.
Beneath her writhing body, Mananda happily accepted the cum, pulling it into her body, rejoicing in receiving the molten ejaculate from her enemy. The pleasure was unbearable and soon she was cumming too, bucking her hips, screaming and twisting in ecstatic release.
“You whore, you fucking dirty WHORE!!” Mananda screamed. She sank her fingers into Latischa’s pumping ass, pulling the other woman deeper into her twat, moving her hips with Latischa, fucking back just as hard as she was being fucked. The women came over and over, cumming and cumming into each other, draining each other in a final cataclysmic explosion of erotic fury and lust. Their screams of pure ecstasy harmonized and combined until they choked each other off with their ravenous mouths.
It was over. Latischa collapsed on Mananda’s voluptuous form, tits crushing on tits. She was completely exhausted, her perfect body twitching as the release of sexual tensions overwhelmed her and she passed out, her sexual hunger finally satisfied.
Mananda lasted only a moment longer before the crushing of clits, head to head, detonated deep inside her. She passed out as wave after wave of pure orgasmic pleasure flowed through her body, electrifying every cell, until she could not take anymore.
Epilogue:
Latischa woke late in the morning of the next day. She was in the chieftain’s hut, lying in the bed that had been the arena of her fuckwar with Mananda. One of the young priestesses was attending her. As soon as the woman saw that Latischa was awake, she sent another priestess, who was just outside the door, to fetch Adoran, the high priestess. She then set about preparing a meal for Latischa. She referred to Latischa as “my chieftain” and other honorifics that indicated Latischa was now regarded as the leader of the tribe.
Latischa found she had been washed while she was asleep, probably wiped down, with a sweet-smelling perfume. She was eating her meal, feeding her suddenly overwhelming hunger, when the high priestess arrived.
“I honor your victory, my Chieftain,” Adoran began, bowing low to the new chief. “Your battle with the previous chieftain was truly extraordinary, a tale that poets will sing of and legends will be born.”
“Yes, she was unbelievably good,” Latischa agreed. She was not surprised to find her clit stirring as she remembered Mananda, or her nipples hardening into spikes. “What has happened to Mananda?”
“The old chieftain has been secured in a hut until you are ready for her. Our custom is that the loser of the battle for chieftain is exiled, unable to return to the village. Usually, there is a transition ceremony from the old leader to the new.”
Latischa’s eyes lit up. “A transition ceremony? What does that involve?”
“The old chieftain offers a sign of submission and defeat to the new, in front of the whole village. After that, the new chieftain begins her rule by sharing her body with the warriors of the tribe.”
Latischa smiled. She was not surprised to find that this village considered a ritual orgy a necessary part of the succession process. But her mind was still on what the high priestess had said earlier. “What is the sign of submission? Can I decide what that will be?”
“Yes, my Chieftain. That is now one of your rights.”
Latischa smiled even wider, her deep brown eyes sparkling. She knew exactly what she was going to do.
A few hours later, just after sundown, the village met in the square to celebrate the coronation of their new chieftain. Latischa stood on a low stage set just in front of the golden gong. By her side was the high priestess. The priestess was adorned in the robes of her office. In her hand, she held the necklace that symbolized leadership of the village. Latischa was completely nude. She stood straight and proud, her amazing, perfect body glinting in the light of the many torches. When the whole village was gathered, Adoran held up her hand. The low buzz of voices stilled and everyone listened intently to what she had to say.
“We are here to celebrate the victory of Latischa, our new chieftain, over Mananda, our old chieftain. Before the eyes of the village, Latischa rang the sacred gong, showing that the gods want her to be our leader!” The crowd cheered and chants of “Latischa” started again before the high priestess silenced them by raising her hand.
“Our former chieftain, Mananda, must now submit to our new leader, Latischa, before the eyes of the entire tribe. Bring Mananda forward!”
A group of warriors led Mananda from a hut on the edge of the square. The crowd parted as their former leader walked towards the stage. Mananda was unrestrained. She was completely nude. She held her head high and walked proudly towards Latischa. The people watching marveled at how gorgeous the two women were, physical equals in every way. Mananda stopped at the foot of the stage and stared up at Latischa, defiance on her beautiful face. Latischa looked down at her defeated rival, lust playing across her face. The women glared at each other for more than a minute, their eyes locked, their perfect bodies responding to each other on a primal level. Their nipples hardened into spikes, their tits swelled, their pussies grew hot and wet.
“You know what I want, cunt,” Latischa finally growled, her voice low and dangerous. “Get on your knees.”
Still defiant, Mananda dropped to her knees in front of the stage. Latischa stepped down from the stage and moved to stand directly over her rival. The women’s eyes continued to spark fire between them. Latischa suddenly grabbed Mananda by her hair, with both hands, and pulled the women’s face directly into her cunt. Mananda did not resist. She immediately wrapped her arms around Latischa’s lower body and drove her face as deep into Latischa’s twat as she could. Her strong tongue plunged between Latischa’s red nether lips and found the woman’s rock-hard clit. Mananda caressed the nub with her tongue, teasing and torturing the countless sensitive nerves that fired with every indulgent lick. She wrapped her lips around her rival’s sexhorn and sucked hard, even as she pressured Latischa’s clit with her tongue.
“Oh god, you FUCK!!” Latischa cried out, throwing back her head to scream at the sky. She pulled Mananda’s head even more deeply into her dripping pudenda and worked her hips, rubbing her cunt around and around in her enemy’s gorgeous face. Mananda squeezed Latischa’s ass cheeks and sucked and licked harder, determined to give Latischa a cunt-eating she would never forget.
Panting and grunting, the two women shamelessly performed in front of the entire village. Mananda felt the sting of humiliation that the people she had led for so long should now see her so humbled. They had watched many times when she had forced other women to eat her cunt. Now, she was the one on her knees, pleasuring another woman as a mark of submission. But another part of her loved what she was doing so much! She thrust two fingers up Latischa’s sweaty asshole and rejoiced as the woman bucked and screamed in response.
Both women were soon dripping with sweat. Latischa undulated, moving her body in ecstasy, grinding her pussy into Mananda’s face, holding the woman in place with her hands buried in the former chieftain’s hair. Her big, juicy tits bounced exuberantly as her body writhed.
The cunt eating and tongue-fucking went on for nearly 20 minutes before, finally, Latischa had enough. She could not take another hot lick.
“Yes, oh fuck, YESSSSS!!” Latischa shrieked. Her pussy gushed long, hard blasts of steaming cum. She came all over Mananda’s face, even as the other woman tried to drink back all that Latischa was releasing. It was impossible. Soon, Mananda’s face and breasts were dripping with ejaculate. Latischa’s legs lost their strength and she fell to her knees in front of Mananda. Mananda immediately grabbed Latischa and pulled her in. The two women locked in a hard, deep kiss. They shared spitty cum back and forth, their tongues thrashing. Their arms wrapped around their bodies and hugged hard, crushing hot, sweaty tits. The women moaned deep in their throats as they shared this exquisite pleasure.
After several minutes, Latischa broke the kiss and pulled her face back. The women’s lips were linked by thick strands of cum. Mananda’s entire face and body were streaked with Latischa’s ejaculations. Latischa smiled, reached and grabbed Mananda’s hair, then pulled viciously. Mananda clenched her teeth to avoid crying out. Latischa got to her feet and raised her hands over her head.
“She submits!” Latischa shouted to the crowd. “She is covered in my cum and the goddess has shown that she is weaker than me! I am your new leader!”
At this, the high priestess stepped forward and placed the necklace around Latischa’s neck. The crowd cheered wildly.
“Latischa! Latischa!” the villagers chanted. The warriors began to thump their spears into the sandy ground. Soon, the entire village was a cacophony of cheering and shouting as the people celebrated their new chieftain, the blessed of the goddess.
Latischa stepped onto the stage. She looked down at Mananda, a haughty smile on her face. She caressed the nub of the necklace, which hung between her massive, perfect tits.
“I am going to think of you when we have the orgy tonight, Mananda. I will think of you out in the forest, naked and alone.”
“Think of me fucking you senseless, you cunt,” Mananda retorted. “I know that whatever pleasure you get tonight will be only a pale shadow compared to what we gave each other. And I swear to you: the day will come when I will break your body under mine, when I devour your cunt with my pussy. I will pay you back for what you’ve done!”
Latischa shrugged. “Maybe. I did not want this but now I have it. And you will pay the penalty of your own laws.” Latischa gestured to the guards behind Mananda. “Take her and put her out of the gate. Give her only a knife. She is to go into the jungle naked and friendless.”
Latischa looked down at Mananda for a final time. Her eyes swept hungrily over the woman’s perfect, voluptuous body. “Goodbye, Mananda. I look forward to the next time we meet.”
The guards led Mananda away. It was forbidden for anyone to say goodbye to her. The tribe was governed through strength and she had lost the sexual contest with Latischa when the eyes of the goddess were on her. That was all that mattered.
The guards opened the great gate and ushered Mananda through. One of them gave her his hunting knife. The gate swung shut behind her and, for the first time in years, Mananda was naked and alone in the night jungle, on the wrong side of the massive walls protecting the village. The sounds and lights of the celebration taunted her from the other side of the wall.
After a few minutes, the nude woman turned and padded on her bare feet into the forest. She knew how to survive in the wild. She was not worried about getting through the night, so long as she was careful. She already had plans. In the morning, she would begin a trek to a distant village, a place she knew that had great potential and a weak chief. Mananda would re-establish herself. When she had, she would come back here and make Latischa pay.
“I swear, by the gods, I will destroy your cunt with mine, Latischa,” Mananda murmured under her breath. “Your body will break under me.”
Mananda walked into the darkness, the thirst for revenge lighting her way.
The End (for now!)
JB57
That was hot as Hell. I love how openly and unashamedly lustful the two are for each other. Can’t wait for more
JB you never disappoint. The way they kept going after each other was hot as hell. Amazed the loser was still kicked out, felt like a "keep you around cause no one else can scratch that itch like you" type vibe. Fun world building with the knowledge other villages have their own leaders that can be "over thrown" in similar fashion. Opens the door to how two villages settle a disagreement or share resources. Looking forward to the next project man.
Originally Posted by Eights
Thanks so much! I absolutely considered the winner keeping the loser around for exactly that reason and I can guarantee that, if that was an option, the victor would have taken it, no matter the risks involved. But the rules of the village required that the loser leave - probably to avoid conflict and tension in the village and ensure harmony - so I went with that.
Your insight into how the villages can settle disputes is dead-on! That is exactly where the next round in this story is going. Not all villages are led by women and not all women chieftains are interested in resolving their villages' disputes in this way, but you can bet that Latischa and Mananda are very much into it!
As I indicated, I really like writing Latischa and I hope to get back to her soon - either with another story about her and Mananda or another one I have in mind where she battles her rival from the Penthouse Comix, Libby. Either way, she will be back!
JB
JB57
If this didn’t take place in an alternate dimension, I would’ve also predicted a crossover with Inge
Hi! As I wrote at the beginning of this story, a crossover with Inge is in the works! I have a way to help the women cross the dimensional divide. But that story is probably a good way off!
JB
JB57
Oh. Can’t believe I forgot that
Oh wow, this was such a good ending. The stakes were really high, but I can't imagine Mananda will be without a village of followers for long. I really got brought into the story on this one, and it just oozes with the potential of sequels and cross overs. Latischa has a LOT on her plate coming up and I look forward to seeing where you go with it. I do think a rematch would be a good start though. Now off to read Dur and Kath!
Re: New Story: Latischa in the Lost World- JB57
I got this up on the site in one contiguous story (Latischa in the Lost World by JB57 - Fights.Sexy), and I am going to be sinking into it as soon as I can!
Thank you JB! It's amazing how quickly you turn out such long, detailed, and incredible stories.
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