Mutant Planet: Julie vs. Alma

Mutant Planet, Part I: Julie vs. Alma
The beautiful young woman encouraged her old donkey to pull its cart up the hill. The hill was not too steep and the faithful beast was familiar with the route. The woman sat on the cart’s seat, gently snapping the reins, urging the animal on. The cart bed behind her was mostly empty. She had sold the great bulk of the junk she had collected in the neighboring settlement, about 20 kilometers away, and now she was making a much needed detour to a secret rendezvous. The road she was on was known to very few people. The woman kept it that way. The man-boy who lived on this road was her special friend and she knew he would be mistreated and even in danger if others knew of his existence.
The woman’s name was Julie. She was wearing a blue bandana covering her head to protect herself from the beating sun. Her long, honey-blonde hair hung out from under the bandana to her mid-back. She sported a pair of old, faded white shorts, tied in a string knot at the waist, that were tight and small and left little to the imagination. The shorts were skintight and traced her perfect, heart-shaped ass and revealed the delicious curve of her muscular buttocks. The waist-band stretched very low across her bare belly, only slightly above her pubes. Her torso was almost completely exposed, revealing her beautifully defined abdomen and the narrow slit of her navel. Her shirt was a modified white blouse. The short sleeves covered her shoulders but left the rest of her upper arms bare. The shirt was tied into a very brief halter, but it was missing all of its buttons and strained against the heavy load of her massive, perfect tits. Her cleavage was breath-taking, the rounds of her tits fully visible on her chest. Her very revealing clothing was as close to working in a skimpy bikini as possible, but it fit the hot, arid conditions of the wasteland and the needs of Julie’s voluptuous body. On her feet she wore mid-shin high black work boots.
Julie was a scrap collector by profession, a fairly lucrative and reliable occupation in a world long since gone to rot and ruin. The demand for metal and old technology was constant and the wastelands that were her home were abundant in that kind of detritus. Julie appeared to be a fantastically healthy 20 year old woman in the prime of her life. In her case, appearances were deceiving. She was a bit older than she looked, but she would probably keep looking like a 20 year old for many, many years to come.
When Julie was a girl, she had been the last survivor of an underground facility that was supposed to keep her and her commune-siblings safe. The facility had been attacked and most of the children had been killed or captured by raiders looking for new technology and slaves. Julie had gotten away and, despite some lean years, had learned to survive and even thrive in the post-apocalyptic surface world.
Julie had a good education while she was in the underground bunker and she knew that she and the other children were the products of genetic experiments designed to make them ideally suited for living in the surface world that past humans had so carelessly and callously destroyed. Her body was physically perfect and amazingly durable precisely because she was designed that way. Her skin easily absorbed UV radiations. Her tolerance for heat and her ability to function while low on food and water were remarkable. Her genetic modifications had other purposes, however, some of which had proven very inconvenient for a young, nubile woman alone in the ruined world. She and the other young women of the commune had been designed to help repopulate the Earth. Thus, they had all been given an incredible sex drive and the physical requirements necessary to supplement and encourage their erotic appetites. They were also created to be highly resistant to all diseases (especially sexually transmitted diseases) and not be susceptible to pregnancy except through their selected genetic matches. This situation had mixed results for Julie. Her need to fuck was enormous but at least she could do it without getting pregnant or sick. Her internal battle to resist being controlled by her libido was constant.
Julie’s relationship with Demenno, the man-boy who lived at the end of the road, had become vital to her well-being. She had met Demenno almost five years before, entirely by accident. She had been searching for scrap metal on a garbage pile when she had come across a young mutant man being attacked by raiders. She had intervened and fought off the raiders, with the young man’s help.
Afterwards, she learned the mutant’s name was Demenno. He had a face that seemed a cross between a human and an ape and the body of an incredibly muscular and powerful man, but his emotional and mental development was that of a very young child. However, he also had the appetites of a full-grown man. It had not taken Julie long to realize that Demenno was horny, incredibly horny, in her presence. She took one look at Demenno’s huge, fully aroused prick and realized that she might have found a solution to her problems. She wasted no time in initiating him into the joys of unbridled sex in an abandoned shed beside the garbage pile. His monstrous cock was every bit as wonderful as she had hoped. She happily remembered the first time he had penetrated her. His enormous prick filled her to the brim, stretching her tight pussy to its limits, driving all the way up into her core until their pubic hair twined and knotted and the slick flesh of her cunt lips sucked tight to the flesh of his groin. Demenno’s cock had given her incredible pleasure. He was a fuck machine, but so was she. By the next morning, Demenno had pumped enough ejaculate into Julie to impregnate an entire village and had made her cum so often she had soaked the floor of the shack with her own cunt juices. He was exhausted and fully satisfied. Julie was not exhausted – her sexual stamina was even greater than that of the mutant man-boy – but she was sexually satisfied, for the first time since she had hit puberty.
Since that time, she had done her best to keep Demenno safe and protected. If her body required her to have sex then she could control its urges best by controlling how she fulfilled its needs. Once a month or so, she made her way to Demenno’s little shack, hidden in the forest off the secret road, and spent a few days with him, fucking and fucking and fucking, satisfying the animal needs of both of them. She always left him exhausted and drained, but thoroughly happy and satisfied. She left the shack with the erotic fires raging within her temporarily cooled. Right now, the heat between Julie’s legs was a raging fire. She had held off doing anything about it in anticipation of several days of good, hard fucking with Demenno. She was sure he would appreciate it.
Julie’s donkey cart came over the hill and entered the thickly forested area where Demenno’s shack, the remains of an old house, was located. A few more minutes on the winding path and the dilapidated house came into view. The place was pleasantly nestled up against the side of a green hill and surrounded by trees and wildflowers. It had not been this pretty when they had first found it for him but Despite his childlike demeanor, Demenno was surprisingly adept at farming and building. Julie suspected the forces responsible for shaping Demenno had designed him for manual labor. Whenever Julie visited, Demenno seemed to be planting something, including food and ornamental plants. The vegetative growth was also, possibly, a sign that the ravaged Earth was starting to rejuvenate after so many years of desertification. Demenno had also done work fixing the house. Its roof no longer leaked and he was making progress in repairing its rooms. For now, he lived inside two rooms in the house on the ground floor, one of which was his bedroom. He had built an extra-large bed and reinforced it so that he and Julie could fuck each other’s brains out without fear of the structure collapsing.
“Demenno!” Julie called out as the cart pulled into the small, dusty clearing in front of the house. “Hey, baby! I’m here!” She expected him to appear in the door of the house, as he usually did when she arrived, his prick already swelling in anticipation. As the cart pulled nearer, however, he still had not turned up.
“Demenno?” Julie called again, more concerned. It was only mid-afternoon. He should be home. The world was a dangerous place and a lot could have happened in the month since she last visited.
Demenno appeared in the doorway, to Julie’s relief. He was wearing pants and no shirt, leaving his powerful torso exposed. The pants were not tied up, which suggested he had pulled them on in a hurry. He looked a little flustered. Julie sensed that something was out of the ordinary. For one thing, his pants were not being tented by a swelling, monstrous erection.
“Demenno? Baby? What’s wrong?”
“Julie!” Demenno said. “Glad you back! Miss you!” That was what he usually said, but something about the way he said it made her suspicious. He seemed anxious, almost guilty. What was going on?
Before she had time to ask anything more, the answer to all of her questions appeared in the doorway behind Demenno. A gorgeous, dark-haired woman pushed past him and even put her hand on the mutant’s muscular chest and pushed him back behind her. She glared at Julie angrily.
Julie felt an immediate surge of intense dislike, bordering on hatred, for the beautiful, dark-haired stranger. To Julie’s chagrin, the woman seemed to be her equal in every physical way and was putting her voluptuous wares on display just as effectively as the honey blonde woman. The woman’s hair was black, about the same length as Julie’s. She was wearing a blue, buttonless, short-sleeved blouse that she had also tied into a thin halter that did nothing to conceal the weight or the rounded succulence of the impressive load she was carrying on her chest. The woman’s tits almost bounced out of the halter and pushed the tightly bound cloth to the breaking point. Her thick brown nipples stabbed into the shirt. Most of her torso was completely naked, down almost to her pubes, leaving the vast, smooth expanse of her perfectly muscled belly exposed. Her wide, curving hips strained the waist of the faded blue jean shorts that she wore, that were so tight and tiny that they could have been a belt. The woman’s long, tanned legs were bare too, and so were her feet.
“Who are you?” the woman demanded harshly, stepping possessively in front of Demenno. Julie could see the glistening sweat on the woman’s body and had no doubt what she and Demenno had been doing.
“I’m Demenno’s friend,” Julie snapped. She pulled the donkey cart to a halt and jumped down off the box seat. Her fists clenched and her tits jiggled aggressively as she stomped up to the woman, determined to settle this problem immediately and with violence. “Who the fuck are you, bitch?”
The dark haired woman put her hands on her wide, muscular hips and shoved out her bulbous chest. The tits inside the halter bounced deliciously and the woman’s dark, sweaty cleavage gleamed in the afternoon light. Julie’s eyes were drawn to the bitch’s undeniable physical assets and she cursed the cunt’s voluptuousness. It was very distracting.
Julie paused a few steps away from the woman and mimicked her pose. Her tits thrust out, matching the brunette’s pulchritudinous display.
“Demenno doesn’t need you anymore, cunt,” the dark-haired woman snapped, “He has me, now. So, get the fuck away from here!”
“I don’t give up that easily, fuck whore!” Julie hissed. “I’ve been taking care of Demenno for years. I’m not going to leave him to the mercy of some traveling skank!”
“Demenno has what I need and I’ve been giving him what he needs. When I got here, you were nowhere to be found! You can’t just come back and claim dibs on someone you’ve already abandoned!”
Julie snarled with rage. “I’m not explaining myself to you, you cunt! The arrangement I have with Demenno has worked for years. It’s mutually beneficial and I’m not just walking away and letting you have him!”
The other woman crouched and extended her hands like claws. Her huge tits almost fell out of her shirt. “Then you’d better be prepared to fight for him, cunt, because I’m not giving him up and I don’t share!”
Julie snapped, pure anger overwhelming her senses. She had come to this place unbelievably horny and now to be confronted by some random slut trying to take away the relief that she needed – she was not going to take anymore!
“That’s it, bitch,” Julie snarled. She moved forward, her fists clenched, a look of pure murder in her eyes. “I’ve had enough. I’m going to kick your fucking ass so hard you’re going to bounce when you hit the ground!”
Fearlessly, the other woman moved to meet Julie. Both women lashed out with their fists. The brunette caught Julie hard in one of her massive tits; Julie grunted in agony even as her fist crushed into the brunette’s side. They exchanged punches in their bare, unprotected stomachs and Julie succeeded in evening the score by sinking a fist deep into the other woman’s huge, firm left tit. The brunette slapped Julie hard on her face and Julie immediately swung back, catching the other woman on her beautiful face with a retaliatory slap. The brunette suddenly kicked out, almost catching Julie in the crotch with her bare foot. Julie blocked the blow but her opponent switched legs and drove a bare foot into Julie’s gut.
Julie backed off. Both women were panting hard, but the brunette obviously felt she had the better showing so far.
“Come on, you fucker,” she snarled, using her fingers in the “come get it” gesture to Julie. “I’m going to fuck you up so bad you won’t be able to show those little girl tits for a week!”
“Fuck you! I’m going to use your saggy boobs as punching bags!”
“Julie! Alma!” Demenno cried out. Julie turned to look at Demenno for the first time and was taken aback by how distressed he appeared. “Don’t fight!” he shouted, his child-like demeanor making her realize that he could not understand why two people he liked wanted to hurt each other. She felt a twinge of guilt, but she felt even greater rage at this bitch who had created the situation.
“So, ‘Alma’ is it?” Julie sneered. “Do you feel good about hurting Demenno and confusing him?”
“You’re the one who won’t go quietly, ‘Julie’,” Alma snapped. “You’re a tired up old cunt who won’t accept that it’s over between you and Demenno. I can take care of him. You’re just fucking him and then abandoning him, except when he’s convenient for you.”
Julie snarled. There was a bit of truth to Alma’s words, but not much. It was not like Julie had some other place to take Demenno. She had done what she could to protect him.
“I’m going to kick your fat ass, fucker.” Julie realized that she felt somewhat constrained by her boots. Alma seemed to be moving faster and snapping kicks more quickly than Julie. She stepped back and reached down and began removing her boots, while keeping an eye on Alma. The other woman stood back, her hands on her hips, and just watched, apparently willing to give Julie the room.
Julie threw her boots aside. Now in her bare feet, there was virtually no difference between her and her opponent. They were two more than half-naked, beautiful and voluptuous young women, fighting for the same prime piece of cock.
The vixens closed on each other again. Stepping close, they planted their bare feet in the soft ground and began slapping and punching furiously. Neither made much effort to block their opponent’s blows. Julie and Alma punched each other in the stomach and tits, they slapped their gorgeous faces. Julie planted a bare foot in Alma’s gut, causing the other woman to double over and fall to her knees. Julie moved in for a blow but Alma’s fist flashed up and caught Julie right between the legs, shocking her cunt.
“Oh god!” Julie groaned as she collapsed to her knees beside her opponent. Julie and Alma glared at each other hatefully. As one they both gripped their opponent by their long hair and began pulling and tearing.
“Aaaahhhhh!” Julie cried out.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Alma grunted.
The women yanked viciously, pulling each other from side to side on their knees. Alma ripped Julie’s bandana away, freeing the blonde’s hair and giving Alma more to pull and tear. The women managed dragged each other to their feet and renewed their mutual attack. They jerked each other around by the hair in the dusty space in front of the house, their bare feet churning up the dirt, their screams and cries of pain and hate rising in fever pitch
“Fuck you, fuck you!”
“Whore, fucking whore!”
Finally, Julie and Alma pushed each other away. Panting hard, the women glared at each other from a few meters apart. Their luscious bodies glistened with the sweat of their battle. It looked like their voluptuous, nearly naked bodies, had been dipped in oil. Their hard nipples indented their sweat-soaked halters. Their bellies gleamed with rivulets of sweat.
Julie glared at the other woman’s incredible body, her heaving tits, the taut nipples. She could not deny that the bitch was beautiful, every bit as voluptuous and powerful-looking as Julie herself. She was aware of the surge of arousal in her loins, the throbbing in her nipples. She could feel her nipples growing and tightening and she knew it was not just from excitement or the thrill of the violence. She could feel the heat and tension between her legs. It had already been hot before and now it was like lava. She could feel her monstrous libido raging inside of her. She realized that it had been at play already for some time. She could see all the telltale signs of intense arousal on Alma’s body, too. It was clear to her that she and the other woman were very, very horny for each other. She realized that Alma might have exactly the same problem that she did. It would certainly explain why she was so eager to hold onto Demenno.
With a cry, Julie threw her voluptuous body at Alma, her arms open. Eagerly, Alma opened her arms and received Julie’s lush form. The women gasped as their bodies slammed together. For the first time, massive tits crushed hard and tight, the delicious impact sending a shock of intense pleasure through both women. Their meaty glands crushed into their chests, the taut titflesh barely covered by their sweat-soaked halters. Naked titmeat bulged up from its meager covering and met naked titmeat. Julie and Alma groaned as they felt their hard nipples stab and pulse at each other through the thin, wet material of their shirts. The women looped their arms around the other’s back, filled their hands with their enemy’s hair and resumed their hairpulling battle. Their bodies crushed tight together, naked belly slapped to hot, naked belly, bare legs twining and straining against bare legs, perfect muscles struggling and quivering. The women pressed forehead to forehead, their panting breath mixing. Julie could see her own lust and rage mirrored in Alma’s green eyes. Julie felt her navel suck and hold to Alma’s navel and she moaned, a cry of pure lust and hunger, at this raw sensuality.
“Fuck you, cunt!”
“Slut! Fucking slut!”
For several minutes, the struggling women staggered back and forth, their bodies undulating and rubbing, flesh to flesh, their heavy tits shifting and squashing and rubbing each other deliciously, their nipples stabbing and grating through their sweat-soaked tops. As the women undulated and ground their tits together, their tiny halters shifted and Julie’s nipple popped free. The thick brown nub stabbed into Alma’s naked titflesh. The brunette groaned, then pushed Julie away. For the first time in several minutes, the women’s luscious bodies separated.
Julie and Alma glared at each other, their eyes washing over the other women’s sweat-slick body, their heaving tits. They were far, far more aroused than the last time they had briefly paused their battle. Julie realized her tit was exposed. She locked eyes with Alma, who had noticed too. Julie reached down and slowly, teasingly, undid the knot in the shirt beneath her breasts holding her halter in place. Without hesitation, she stripped the soaked, tiny shirt off of her chest. She pulled it back off her shoulders and tossed it aside. Her big, perfect tits jiggled deliciously as they bounced free. Julie put her hands on her hips and proudly thrust her naked tits out at her enemy in clear challenge.
Alma stared at Julie’s magnificent breasts, completely mesmerized. She felt the intense throbbing in her nipples and realized the stiff brown nubs felt harder and more sensitive than she could ever remember them feeling before. She ran a finger under the edge of her halter and over one of her nipples and gasped in unexpected ecstasy as her stiff brown spear sent a spike of pure electricity through her body, reverberating in her cunt.
Panting with lust, her eyes locked with Julie’s blue eyes, Alma eagerly answered the challenge. She slowly, teasingly, untied the knot of her halter. She pulled the tails of her loosened shirt tight against her breasts, squashing them down, the quivering titmeat resisting compression, the hard nipples stabbing into the wet, thin cloth, then pulled the shirt back off her shoulders and threw it aside. She rolled her shoulders and felt her massive tit load shift and jiggle, taut and thick, in reply to Julie’s equally taut and thick tits.
The women’s gazes roamed their opponent’s lush, delicious body, their eyes ravenous, glowing with hunger and pure lust. Julie licked her lips as she examined every inch of Alma’s incredible physique. Alma devoured Julie’s delicious flesh with her eyes. The heat and tension built until it was unbearable. The women were aroused beyond all comprehension. They needed their release.
Snarling, Alma and Julie threw their nearly naked bodies together. Completely bare tit met bare tit for the first time. The women grunted and moaned deeply as their rock hard nipples scraped and stabbed, areola eclipsing areola, nipple hole sealing and sucking to nipple hole. The heat and searing electricity that roared through their bodies was maddening and exhilarating. Their heavy, meaty tits slapped, the four taut masses growing hard and firm as they crushed to the limits. The women wrapped their arms around the other woman’s naked back and began to squeeze with all their strength in a powerful bearhug, mashing their straining, throbbing tits even harder. They could feel the other’s heart pounding in her chest. Their rock-hard abdomens slapped tight, hot, wet belly rippling against belly. Forehead to forehead, Julie and Alma worked their tits against each other, each rotating their meaty masses in the opposite directions, trying to grind each other down, trying to establish dominance, trying to give each other and themselves the intense pleasure they both craved.
“You whore, you fucking, fucking whore…,” Alma gasped into Julie’s gorgeous face, their lips only millimeters apart, their sweet, hot breath, mixing. She thrust with her tits, trying to stab her nipples even more deeply into Julie’s nipples.
“You fuck, you dirty, fucking cunt…,” Julie hissed, retaliating with her own nipple thrust, trying to tighten their bearhug. “I’m going to pop those fucking balloons, you cunt, I’m going to break those saggy tits until they’re just bags flopping around on your chest…”
“Fuck you, you dirty whore,” Alma replied. “I’m going to milk your little bags dry, cunt!”
The women squeezed with all their strength, they undulated and thrust their flesh together, rubbing and grinding, feeling every inch of their skin alive and tingling with pleasure and desire as they rubbed and rubbed into each other.
Their long, powerful legs twined and strained. Their bodies grew slick with sweat and it became harder to hold their grips. Still, neither woman let up. Their bare feet shifted on the ground as they sought to overpower the other and take the dominant position. Panting face to face, eyes locked, bodies writhing, slick, hot flesh rubbing, driving each other crazy with lust, Julie and Alma battled on.
After several minutes of gasping, groaning struggle, Julie managed to drive her powerful thigh up into Alma’s burning crotch. She flexed the arch of her bare foot and lifted the brunette just enough to unbalance her. With a shared cry, the women fell to the ground, Julie landing solidly on top of Alma, crushing the woman’s naked flesh under her own, their massive tits absorbing the brunt of the impact. Alma strained and moaned mightily. She arched her back and pelvis, driving herself up into Julie on top of her. Julie pressed down hard, trying to keep Alma in the subordinate position.
The women’s hips and bellies trembled as they struggled in a test of strength. Using all her power, Alma began slowly rolling Julie, squeezing the blonde’s body, pushing with her hips and ass. Julie pushed down against her and the women groaned in agony. Their tits stuck wetly, flattening each other except where the balled masses of firm flesh refused to yield. The women’s taut bellies were so tightly compressed it was impossible to tell where one tawny stomach ended and the other began.
Alma finally succeeded in rolling Julie. She crushed her tits, belly and crotch down hard onto the blonde, trying to keep the other woman down. Julie kept their rolling momentum going. She thrust up with her crotch. Alma countered by undulating her own crotch against Julie’s. The blonde shoved even harder, distinctly feeling the camel toe of Alma’s cunt through her tight shorts, rubbing against the camel toe of her own pussy. She could feel that they were both wet. She succeeded in keeping the roll going, taking the top position from Alma again. Julie pushed her forehead into Alma’s, trying to keep the bitch down, but Alma pushed up and, again, after a lot of strain, succeeded in continuing the savage roll.
The battling vixens kept rolling and rolling, their bodies drenched with sweat, their grunts and cries of rage and effort growing more and more desperate. They strained, panted, the heat between their bodies, between their soaking cunts and pulsing tits, getting increasingly unbearable. The women’s crotches were involved in a heated pushing, undulating battle. With each roll, the women did less pushing and more undulating, more rubbing of pussy to pussy through their ragged shorts. Their pants became more and more nakedly sexual. Their legs were welded together, calves locked and quivering, hot thighs rubbing.
After one final roll that left both women spent, Alma succeeded in staying on top. The women lay cheek to cheek, panting deeply, eyes closed but mouths open, long hair tangled and sweaty, voluptuous bodies twined and locked. Alma turned her head to look down at Julie, who turned her head, too. Their lips and noses touched, their foreheads were dripping sweat. Alma thrust down with her cunt, deliberately and powerfully. Julie thrust up to meet her. For long moments, Alma and Julie rubbed pussies through their wet shorts, while staring deeply, directly into each other’s glowing eyes. They did not exchange words. Their bodies were saying all that needed to be said.
The women were still locked in a bear hug. Julie slowly relaxed her grip and slid her hands down Almas’naked, curving back, slipped her fingers under the waist of Alma’s tight shorts and began to pull on the final sparse piece of clothing that kept the woman from full nudity. Alma released her grip on Julie and slid her hands down the blonde’s smooth sides, over her powerful hips, and began to pull at Julie’s cloth shorts. Alma raised her belly slightly off of Julie’s belly, shifting greater weight onto their naked, mated tits, but creating a gap. Alma reached between their flat, hot bellies and undid the knot of the tie on Julie’s shorts. Julie unclipped the snap on Alma’s shorts and pulled the sides apart. The zipper of the crotch unstitched, spreading, loosening the shorts’ skintight grip on Alma’s perfect, rounded ass.
The women pushed their tight shorts down the other’s wide, curving hips. They panted more loudly as they exposed their rival’s cunt. Keeping their foreheads tightly plastered together and their heavy tits docked and mated, they lifted their lower bodies to give each other just enough space to slip the other’s shorts down their muscular thighs. Bare toes slid their rival’s shorts down their smooth calves and gripped and kicked away the other woman’s shorts. The women were now completely and totally nude.
Alma lowered herself fully onto Julie once more. Bellies pressed tight, sleek, powerful legs twined. Julie rippled her belly on Alma’s belly and felt the answering contraction. She felt her navel suck to Alma’s navel and she thrilled with lust. The women felt the furnace heat burning off their naked cunts, warming their slick and wet inner thighs. Their thick pubic fur crowning their cunts crunched and knotted. Their burning genitals were separated by mere centimeters and aching to meet, to merge and fuse, to fuck and fuck and fuck.
In the mid-afternoon sun, Demenno was treated to the incredibly erotic spectacle of two completely nude, equally tan, equally voluptuous and beautiful women stretched out on each other, their arms and legs twined, their bellies and tits flat and perfectly mated, their dripping pussies hot and perfectly aligned. The women did not say anything but, pressed eye to eye, nose to nose, forehead to forehead, they felt their pounding hearts, their excited, panting breath mix, and they both knew what was coming, what they would soon be doing to each other.
“Cunt to cunt, fucker,” Julie hissed. “We fuck until one of us gives up or passes out. Winner gets Demenno. Deal?”
“Deal, you slut,” Alma hissed back. “I’m going to make you cream all over me. I’m going to fuck you raw. Then I never want to see you again.”
“We’ll see which one of us crawls away from here and which one walks, whore,” Julie snarled.
So saying she ran her bare foot up and down Alma’s slick bare calf, eliciting a shuddering gasp from her foe. Then Julie spread her legs and tilted her pelvis, opening and offering her cunt to Alma, ready to begin their final showdown. Her clit felt swollen to ten times its normal size and her clit was already naturally huge. In a life filled with sexual fever and animal lust, Julie could not remember ever feeling this aroused.
“Come and get it, fucker,” she whispered. “Shove your cunt into mine, let me feel your little clit and you can feel mine. Try not to disappoint me with how quickly you cum.”
“You’re in for a big surprise, you cunteating skank,” Alma whispered. “My clit is going to destroy yours.”
“Prove it, fucker.”
Julie felt Alma’s pussy dripping onto her cunt, its liquids splattering on her labia, trickling into her succulent twat, dampening her pubic fur. She contracted her cunt, spraying Alma’s fuckmeat and bush, sending the signal that it was time to begin.
The women had been exchanging words to let the tension grow, to let their already insane levels of lust and need build even more. Now, it was finally time to mate and decide their dispute using their bodies, their genitals, their tits and tongues and everything else they had.
Julie slid her arms down Alma’s body, around her hips, and gripped the brunette’s perfect, powerful ass. Alma felt her thick bush at the apex of her cunt tangling with Julie’s cunt fur, she sensed the heat radiating off her rival’s slick, hot genitals. She knew that, in a moment, she would finally be cunt deep inside of this whore and that they would proceed to fuck each other senseless. She could not remember ever being this aroused, this lustful. She needed this bitch’s body.
Staring deep into the other’s eyes, Alma and Julie jerked their hips, slamming their dripping, steaming cunts directly into the other. Slick, hot pussy lips sizzled as they slid and caressed. The mutual thrust crushed dripping labia, spreading and merging the delicate flesh. Fuck lips sealed and sucked, yielding as they melted into one. The women’s engorged, rock hard clits met head to head and struggled to crush their rival back into orgasmic defeat. Slick, hot inner thighs caressed and rubbed furiously as the women’s bodies writhed in sexual combat.
Alma and Julie stared at each other in absolute shock as erotic pleasure exponentially greater than anything either woman had ever felt before roared through their perfect bodies, setting every nerve on fire, turning their erogenous zones into molten lava that melted into its counterpart. The explosion of pure ecstasy began in the tips of their struggling clits and radiated out in electric waves to pump up the tautness and sensitivity of every muscle, nerve and cell in their bodies. Their nipples grew even hotter and harder and stabbed and fused even more deeply. Their tits swelled with heat and grew firmer, more sensitive, even more needful of pleasure and stimulation.
The women were rendered momentarily mute as their senses struggled to not be overwhelmed with the intense sensations. Julie’s grip on Alma’s ass tightened and she pulled the brunette’s cunt even deeper into her own, trying to make the fuck kiss even stronger, more intimate, more binding, more complete. At the same time, she bucked up with all her strength, driving her cunt and her clit into Alma’s as hard as she could, desperately wanting to fuse completely with her rival’s luscious body.
“FUCK, OH FUCK, OH FUCK!!” Julie screamed, her back arching, her head thrown back, her hands sinking into Alma’s rippling ass.
“GOD, GOD, OH FUCKING GOD!!” Alma shrieked, her hips and ass jerking as she thrust into Julie with all the power she could muster.
The women’s incredible bodies thrashed and writhed, Julie and Alma consumed with the need to rub and grind flesh to flesh, to unite their bodies and make them one in every way that they could. Their muscles strained, pulling in opposite ways, locking their trembling bodies into one slow grind. Alma and Julie cried and sobbed, their nerves screaming with pleasure, their bodies suffused with sexual energy greater than anything either had ever felt. Their clits quivered and twitched, pressed and fused head to head. Alma reached under Julie and gripped the blonde’s flexing ass; Julie tightened her grip on Alma’s pumping ass. Staring into each other’s bleary eyes, they knew they had to take control of their mutual fucking if they were going to resolve their conflict.
“Whore, fucking, fucking, fucking whore,” Julie sobbed at Alma. She moved her hips expertly, she sucked with her cunt, she stabbed with her clit, she rotated her torso, rubbing her swollen tits around and around Alma’s tits, doing all she could to overstimulate her enemy and force the woman on top of her into a submissive orgasm.
“Damn you, Goddamn you, you filthy fucking slut,” Alma gasped at Julie. She matched the blonde’s attack, thrusting her clit against Julie’s monstrous clit, keeping the pressure on the two fuck horns as they jousted head to head, then rubbed and sawed, every one of their thousands and thousands of nerves screaming with pleasure. She worked her tits against Julie’s tits, their bellies rubbed and flexed, navels sucking and releasing, nipples swelling and grinding, areola sizzling as they grated on each other.
One of Julie’s genetically determined gifts was the size, sensitivity and power of her clit, all designed to make her more even more driven to fuck and mate and reproduce. The sensitivity sometimes worked against her but Julie had learned to control its disadvantageous elements and there were very few men or women who had the sexual stamina to last long against her under the best of circumstances. She had never met a woman who had a clit capable of equaling hers in size, sensitivity or power. Until now. She could feel that the fuck horn Alma was sporting between her legs was something phenomenal, something that might rival and maybe even surpass her own. The engorged fuck horns were grinding and flicking mercilessly, sending shockwaves of pure ecstasy racing through their bodies. The women pressed them head to head to try to crush the other back into its hood. Instead, the clits held each other in a quivering stalemate, unable to defeat the other, even as the women pushed and thrust with all the power of their luscious bodies. Julie felt herself going crazy with lust, she felt the pleasure building in her in a tidal wave of ecstasy, and she did not want it to stop.
Alma shuddered and shoved as hard as she could, unable to believe the size of the clit matching hers. She could not believe how good a rival Julie was and she thrilled to the possibility that she had finally met her match.
Cunt juice poured from between the women’s legs, lubrication making their thighs hot and wet. The women writhed and groaned, their hips and asses moved in a slow, hard rhythm as they tried to fuck each other down, as they beat as much ecstasy into their enemy as they could, using every inch of flesh, every delicious curve on their bodies, to force the other into sexual surrender. Their long, tawny limbs locked and strained, their hard bellies slapped and rippled, their massive tits rolled and crushed and mashed. Nipples seared with heat and tension. Julie and Alma understood that they were on the edge of passing out as their incredible bodies bucked and strained.
This whole time, the women had not kissed, despite sharing hot breath and whispered curses, despite staring deep into each other’s eyes. Julie knew she could not resist any more. Her lust for the other woman was unbearable and needed to be satisfied in every way. Alma had arrived at the same conclusion at the same time. The women’s tongues touched and they moaned in bliss, licking and then gripping and sucking their adversary’s tongue in their luscious lips, then following their tongues deep into the hot, wet caverns of their mouths as they locked into a passionate, unbridled hate kiss. Their tongues twisted and wrestled, shoved and licked and lapped. The kissfight added a whole new stimulating dimension of sensual pleasure of what they were doing to each other and it caused them both to scream in rage, hate and pure ecstasy into the other’s mouth. Spit collected in their inosculated mouths and they slopped it back and forth as they struggled.
Their naked bodies were soaked, their thighs dripped with cunt juices, their tits were wet with the nipple juices that accompanied intense sexual arousal. They broke their kiss to rest cheek to cheek, moaning and gasping, crying out and screaming, snarling and grunting, as they fucked and fucked and fucked, clit driving at clit, cunts fused into one, bodies writhing and bucking. Hands fixed to the other woman’s perfect ass, Julie and Alma fucked and fucked and fucked.
The tidal wave of erotic pleasure built and built, becoming enormous after 20 minutes, incredible after 30, unbearable after 40. Julie and Alma trembled and moaned, tears streamed from their eyes, they licked and spit at each other, but they could not force the other one off first. The fuckfight kept going, on and on. Their bucking and writhing slowed, but only because each thrust was exponentially more pleasurable than the ones before. They were slowly, inexorably, fucking each other to the point of explosion and their pride as women demanded that they not lose, no matter how much both women wanted to give in and just let the incomparable ecstasy take them.
They tongued viciously, their mouths working, sucking spit back and forth. They bit and nipped at necks and shoulders, they pulled hair and slapped asses and scratched and clawed at each other’s perfect bodies as they writhed in passion. Their asses pumped slow and hard, sawing clit on clit, their sex horns jousting and rubbing, flicking and grinding. Every muscle in their voluptuous bodies quivered with contained sexual tension. Their bellies slapped and undulated, sweat drenched skin adding a sensual slickness to their fuckfight.
Julie had never been fucked like this before. The pleasure trembling in her flesh, radiating out of her clit, filling her swollen tits, was far, far greater than anything she had experienced before. Alma was also overwhelmed by the pure, raw pleasure wracking her body. The women were trapped together in sexual bliss, the entire universe narrowed down to the exquisite sensations that had set their luscious bodies on fire. They felt like their entire bodies had become two interlocking genitals, slipping and sliding in and out and around each other, lost in exquisite erotic sensations and slick, burning flesh.
Kissing deeply, passionately, the women’s glistening bodies moved slow and hard, hips and asses working in rhythm, every inch of flesh moving in concert, refusing to separate, feeding more and more pleasure into their overloaded nerves and muscles.
The women felt the end approaching, Julie broke the kiss, pulling Alma back by her hair. Nose to nose, panting raggedly, the women locked eyes. They both knew what was happening, that they did not have much longer before they exploded. They repositioned their clits, moving microscopically, and pressed their swollen, pulsing sex horns together tip to tip, head to head, the most exquisitely sensitive parts of their bodies their final weapons against each other in this epic fuckfight. Gripping each other’s asses tight, they thrust with their hips. Only one of them would be able to endure this direct confrontation between their womanhood.
“You fucking, fucking, fucking whore…” Alma whispered, her green eyes shining with indescribable pleasure, lust and hate for the blonde cunt under her.
“Dirty, filthy, fucking slut…” Julie gasped in reply, her blue eyes feverish with exquisite pleasure and raw hatred.
Their quivering clits crushed tight, their nerves screamed in erotic agony as the electricity poured through their bodies. Julie knew she was in a disadvantaged position by being the fuckfighter on the bottom, but her massive clit had never let her down before and she was sure that the advantage of gravity for the top fighter was not enough to break her swollen, throbbing sex horn.
The women’s clits struggled, pulsed, throbbed with agonizing pleasure. Slowly, tortuously, Julie felt her clit being pushed back towards its hood. At the same time, she sensed that Alma’s clit was equally giving way. The women moaned and snarled, face to face, their eyes streaming with tears, but still glaring at each other through half open eyes, needing to see the incredibly intimate moment when they overpowered their fuck rival.
As if some impossible threshold of pure pleasure had finally been met, the women’s clits suddenly softened at the tip and melted into one, their exquisitely sensitive nerves screaming with ecstasy. Alma and Julie could only stare at each other in astonishment as a mutual orgasm of impossible power exploded from their fused clits, filling their luscious bodies to overflowing.
Julie spread her legs wide on either side of Alma’s hips, and threw back her head to shriek in ecstasy. Her fingers dug into Alma’s ass and pulled the brunette bitch into her convulsing cunt as deep as she could. She came immeasurably harder than she ever had before in her life. Her pussy contracted and ejaculated gushers of hot cum up in Alma’s convulsing pussy. Alma’s cunt exploded simultaneously. Her ass pumped as she emptied her cum into Julie’s writhing body. Alma thrashed, grinding and grinding her body into Julie’s body, desperate to maintain the skin to skin, cunt to cunt contact that was creating so much pleasure for both of them.
“Oh GOD, oh FUCKING GOD!!” Julie shrieked, her body jerking, her hips bucking.
“FUCK, FUCK, FUCCCCKKK!!” Alma screamed.
Their shouts of orgasmic ecstasy harmonized.
Their bodies jerked, quivering as their muscles strained, as they fucked and fucked orgasm after orgasm out of each other. Alma clamped her mouth over Julie’s mouth; Julie seized the back of Alma’s head and pushed her in even deeper. The women shrieked into each other as their bodies convulsed, shaking, trembling. They ejaculated over and over into each other, soaking their thighs, their bellies, with hot cum.
Sobbing, gasping with pleasure and shock, Alma and Julie collapsed, their bodies a tangle of sweaty limbs, succulent flesh, meshed hair and dripping fur. They lay pressed cheek to cheek, their panting breath mixing, a long string of drool connecting their red lips, their blonde and black hair a knotted mess over their beautiful faces. They floated in the afterglow of the most intense and exquisite orgasms they had ever experienced.
After some time, Alma rolled off of Julie’s supine body. The women lay side by side, their beautiful tits jiggling gently as they panted. Their nipples were connected by thick strands of nipple ejaculate, their red pussies were linked by viscous cum. Their pubic bushes were salted with strands of the other woman’s cunt fur. Their glorious bodies gleamed with sweat in the afternoon sun. Alma threw an arm over her eyes. After a few minutes, Julie turned her head towards Alma. Alma, sensing the stare, dropped her arm and turned her head to meet Julie’s glare.
The women held their gaze for a few minutes. Then Alma sat up and got on her knees. Julie did the same. Hands on their knees, facing each other, the naked women’s eyes roamed the other woman’s body, taking in the incredible form that had given them both such enormous pleasure.
“That didn’t decide anything,” Julie grunted. She licked her lips, her eyes fixed on Alma’s heaving tits, sliding down the brunette’s muscled belly to her pubic hair and her glistening cunt and the hint of throbbing clit.
“No, it didn’t,” Alma agreed hoarsely. She was staring at Julie’s incredible cunt and the huge, twitching clit that, even now, protruded from the crest of the woman’s quim. She bit her lip.
The women’s eyes locked, the heat between them growing intense. The incredible fucking they had just shared had not quenched the fire between them. It had, instead, lit a blaze that was now raging out of control.
Alma got to her feet and reached down, before Julie could react, and sank her fingers into the blonde woman’s thick hair. Pulling viciously, she yanked Julie to her feet.
“Fuck, fuck!” Julie screeched. “Let go you cunt, let go of me!” She tried to slap away the brunette’s hands and, when that did not work, reached out and pulled just as savagely at Alma’s heavy black locks.
Alma had already started dragging Julie toward the open door of the house. “You’re coming with me, cuntfucker,” Alma rasped. “We’re going to settle this inside!”
“Goddamn you!” Julie grunted.
Pulling hair, screaming in pain and hate, the beautiful women dragged each other into the house. The door slammed shut.
Standing outside the house, not certain of what was happening, Demenno listened to the sounds pouring out of the shack’s open windows, the screams and curses, the sounds of flesh slapping and the groans of women in pain and then women in heat. After a while, the sound of rhythmic pounding, the moans of indescribable pleasure, were the only sounds coming from the shack.
Demenno approached the bedroom window and looked in. He saw Julie and Alma on the reinforced bed in the room, their naked bodies twined into one, Julie on top as they fucked cunt to cunt, tit to tit, their lush bodies knotted in erotic ecstasy. Julie had Alma’s arms pushed down on the bed to her sides, their fingers intertwined. From that angle, Demenno was able to see the unbelievably erotic sight of the women’s massive tits crushed almost flat and balled against each other, quivering with tension as the meaty glands rolled between their writhing bodies. The women were kissing savagely but they broke the kiss to glare into each other’s hooded eyes, to whisper vile obscenities at each other as they fucked and fucked. Demenno could sense that their battle was just beginning.
To be continued:

Mutant Planet, Part II: Julie vs. Alma
Julie and Alma were scissored tight on the bed, both beautiful, naked women gripping the sweaty thigh of their foe as their sizzling, sopping wet cunts battled for supremacy. Julie had shaved most of her pussy bare, leaving only a thick thatch of pubic hair at the top of her cunt. The hair provided a bit of protection but she found that a clean-shaven cunt increased her sexual pleasure by helping make the contact between genitals a bit more intense. She also kept her fur short because her shorts were so low on her belly she did not want her fur spilling over the waistline. Alma sported the same pubic fur style, probably for the same reasons. Right now, the women’s thick, short thatches of fur were tangled and knotted, gripping like interlocking brambles. The women’s hips moved slow and hard, their powerful asses flexed, as they worked their rock-hard clits directly against each other. Their wet, strong cunts were fused and locked. Their huge, beautiful tits quivered with each thrust. Their bodies glistened with sweat as their struggle made the little bedroom ever hotter.
“Ahhhhh!”
“Unnnhh!”
“Mmmmm!”
“Arrgghh!”
“Cunt!”
“Fucking whore!”
“Dirty little bitch!”
They had been scissor fucking for some time and both women were on the verge of another tremendous orgasm. Julie was shocked that Alma was proving to be such an even match for her. Her massive, rock-hard clit was normally an insurmountable advantage in any sexfight. Her clit was exquisitely sensitive but it was also incredibly strong and throbbing with sexual power. Her experience, to this point, had been that any of her opponents would soon be crushed and broken by her massive fuck horn.
However, Alma’s clit was just as big as Julie’s clit -maybe even bigger – just as hard and throbbing just as powerfully. The women could feel each other’s power as they thrust and jousted with the most deliciously sensitive and erotic parts of their bodies. Neither woman had ever felt anything like it before in their lives and the pure sexual pleasure they were giving to each other was driving them both crazy with lust.
Julie could see and feel that Alma’s clit was as sensitive and pleasurable as her own. She did not know where this fuckfight was going but the sexual animal inside of her was overjoyed by the overwhelming pleasure offered by this bitch’s cunt. She realized it was possible she might actually lose this fuckfight. This was a war of attrition and, as inexhaustible as her sex drive was, she might now be up against a woman even more powerful than she was.
The women grunted and moaned, their hips rocking faster, the wet sound of cunt working on cunt getting more frantic, as the end came. Julie reached out, risking supporting her pumping body with only one hand, gripped Alma’s left nipple, and squeezed hard. Alma threw back her head to moan and clenched her teeth as she fought off the additional surge of pleasure. She replied to the attack by bracing her body and bucking even harder. Julie released Alma’s tit and managed to catch herself before she was pushed onto her back. The women’s struggle for a last tactical advantage came to an end as the orgasmic bombs inside of them exploded simultaneously.
“FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!” Julie screamed as she ejaculated powerfully, the wave of pure pleasure emanating from her pulsing clit washing through her entire body, lighting every nerve on fire. She almost passed out as she fell flat on her back, her hips jerking spasmodically.
“YOU CUNT, YOU FUCKING, FUCKING CUNT!” Alma shrieked as she came like a fire hose. She fell onto her back and writhed uncontrollably, driving her cunt at Julie’s cunt, grinding and grinding desperately, even as her body convulsed in ecstasy.
For several minutes, the beautiful women fucked orgasms out of each other, their backs arching as they penetrated each other as deeply as they could. They let go of all pretense of self-control. Writhing, wriggling, screaming and gasping, they fucked as hard as they could, cumming and cumming into each other. Finally, they collapsed on the bed, their bodies momentarily satiated.
Quiet settled in the room, except for the ragged panting of the two spent women. Julie floated on a cloud of pure bliss. Her body vibrated with pleasure. This was the most intense and pleasurable sex she had ever had and she knew there was still a long, long way to go before one of them emerged the victor. She hoped she could stay sane. Her cunt was locked with Alma’s succulent fuckmeat. Their huge clits were jammed tight, pulsing head to head, threatening to knot together. Even in this moment of respite, Julie did not want to separate from her rival.
“You’re from Project Genesis, aren’t you?” Alma asked.
Julie’s head jerked up. She had not heard that name in a long time. Suddenly, Alma and her massive clit, her enormous libido and her beautiful body made sense.
“You’re from Project Noah?” Julie asked.
“Yes,” Alma grunted. She sat up, pushing her torso up with her arms, not separating her twat from Julie’s wet cunt. Julie rose to meet the other woman. They stared at each other, their massive tits jiggling only centimeters apart.
“No wonder you’re such a cunt,” Julie spat.
“Fuck you, whore. I should have recognized your stink from the first moment you rolled up in front of the house.”
“Are all Noah rejects such big bitches?”
“All of us Noah girls have bigger clits than you fucks!” Alma snapped. “And I’m going to prove that to you right now!”
The beautiful women glared at each other hatefully. Julie’s curiosity got the best of her. “How many of you are there left?”
Alma looked pensive. “As far as I know, I’m the only one.”
“Fuck,” Julie muttered. “So am I. So much for improving the race through genetic engineering!”
“Yeah,” Alma agreed. “The old bastards who made us really fucked things up, didn’t they?”
Julie cast her mind back to a time when she was very young, when a delegation from Project Noah arrived at the bunker she and her siblings called home. The men and women who made up the delegation were accompanied by four children of her own age, about seven, two girls and two boys. The children all had black hair, as opposed to the blonde and red hair common among Julie and her companions. The two groups of children eyed each other as their elders talked. From what she remembered, the genetic engineers of Project Noah wanted to mate their children to the creations of Project Genesis. The PG scientists had initially seemed enthusiastic about the idea but something had gone wrong. Julie remembered her and some of the other children getting into a savage fistfight with their Project Noah counterparts. She could not recall what they had been fighting about, but it was enough to end any talk of collaboration.
“Were you with the group of children who came to Project Genesis?” Julie asked.
“Yes,” Alma nodded. “I was one of the two girls who met you and your cunty siblings that one time.”
“Fuck you, whore,” Julie snorted. She shoved at Alma with her clit, sending a surge of pleasure through both of them. “You were the ones who started that fight!”
“Don’t you understand what happened, you dumb shit?” Alma snapped, thrusting back, sending a shock of electricity through their luscious bodies. “No one ‘started’ that fight – we were just genetically incompatible! Something about our DNA made us naturally hostile to each other! That’s why the plans for collaboration fell through.”
“Cunt! I don’t need a genetic glitch to hate a bitch who tries to steal my man!”
“You stupid whore!” Alma sneered. “No wonder our types couldn’t get along! You Genesis freaks were just too dumb to fuck!”
“Fucking cunt!”
“Dirty whore!”
The women pulled each other in, tit to tit, and began thrusting with their inosculated cunts once more. They threw themselves into a violent hate-kiss, their tongues tangling and thrashing, and pulled hair savagely. Alma shoved with all her strength and managed to push Julie onto her back, but the blonde did not resist. Instead, she quickly locked legs with the brunette and rolled their bodies, taking the top position. The women rolled back and forth on the bed, their muscles straining, clawing and scratching.
They finally paused, Alma on top, glaring at each other nose to nose, hot breath mixing. They exchanged hateful glares that were heavily seasoned with pure lust. Snarling, Alma slammed her mouth down on Julie’s, who received her eagerly. For the next several minutes, the women kissed furiously, trying to overpower and dominate the other. Their tongues twisted and struggled, hot spit flowed from Alma down into Julie’s mouth. The blonde eagerly swallowed it back.
They took turns sucking the other’s tongue, then slowly pulled back. Their hot cunts sizzled, the heat warming their sensitive inner thighs. Their huge, throbbing clits pulsed between their legs. The women licked each other’s faces, nibbling and biting at necks.
“Let’s eat, you cunt,” Julie whispered.
Alma glared down at Julie. “Gladly, cuntfucker.”
Alma pushed herself off of Julie and turned herself around, so that her head was pointing towards Julie’s feet. Julie rolled onto her side and aligned her face with Alma’s steamy cunt. The women looped their arms over their rival’s powerful hips, spread their hands on the other’s woman’s perfect, muscular ass, and dived into their rival’s beautiful, succulent twat. Julie ran her tongue over Alma’s smooth, slick cunt lips, probing the hot, sweet labia, spreading the fuck slit to send her tongue into the brunette’s fuck trough. She worked the delicious orifice greedily, enjoying the luscious taste, working and teasing her way up to her rival’s throbbing, swollen clit.
Julie moaned and quivered as Alma ate her cunt with as great skill. Alma reached Julie’s enormous clit first. The brunette woman stroked the sex horn with her fingers, tracing its contours, deliberately stimulating the thousands of shocking nerves, before wrapping her lips around the fuck horn and sucking it viciously.
Julie stifled her screams of joy but wrapping her mouth around Alma’s fuck horn, biting it gently with her teeth, then sucking it like a nipple.
The women thrashed and screamed into the other’s overflowing cunt, torturing each other with pleasure, as they ate cunts with ravenous hunger. They wrapped their sweaty thighs around their enemy’s head, locking them in place, and sucked and tongued each other viciously and desperately. They rolled back and forth on the bed, taking turns on top or settling on their sides, relentlessly sucking and eating. As the pleasure grew unbearable, tears poured from their eyes and they struggled to hold onto their sanity and consciousness as their levels of pleasure reached the breaking point.
Julie did not know how much more she could take. Demenno and other men and women had sucked her clit to the point of ecstasy in the past but, somehow, what Alma was doing to her surpassed anything she had ever felt before. She suspected that if she and Alma instinctively hated each other as the result of genetically incompatible sexual hormones, the same systems might, paradoxically, also have made them incredibly sexually attractive and sensitive to each other.
The women’s bodies trembled and shook as they struggled to hold back the wave of orgasms that their clit sucking was bringing on. They moaned and cried as they shook. Their fingers delved deep into the other’s pussy, stroking and teasing, doing everything they could to bring the other woman to a screaming orgasm.
Julie broke her mouthlock on Alma’s clit first, throwing back her head to cry out. She still managed to hold back the incredible tension in her cunt, but barely.
“Oh God, you cunt, you fucking, fucking cunt…” Julie sobbed. She buried her face between Alma’s legs again and bit into the brunette’s clit. She knifed her full hand into the woman’s juicy, aching cunt and fisted Alma’s twat.
“Damn you, God damn you…,” Alma sobbed as she reciprocated the move, driving her fist deep into Julie’s cunt, twisting her arm as she penetrated her rival. She sucked on Julie’s clit in desperation.
Julie came first, releasing Alma’s cunt and screaming like a banshee as she finally hit her limit. Her pussy contracted around Alma’s fist then released. Copious amount of cum streamed down Alma’s arm until she pulled her fist out of Julie’s pussy. An instant later, a gusher of hot cum erupted in the brunette’s face, splattering her hair, until she could fix her mouth over the flow and take it in her mouth.
“FUCKING GOD, FUCKING, FUCKING FUCK!!” Julie shrieked as her body convulsed. She reached down Alma’s back and pulled the woman’s hair. At the same moment, she shoved and rotated her fist in Alma’s twat.
“ARRRGGGGHHHHH!!” Alma screamed as her cunt exploded. Julie fixed her mouth on Alma’s ejaculating twat. Both women bucked hard, cumming and cumming, hips and asses jerking.
Julie lay on top of Alma, her face buried between her rival’s legs. Alma rested her head back on the bed, her eyes closed, her mouth filled with cum, her face and hair splattered in thick white ejaculate. She massaged and stroked Julie’s big, thick ass gently. The women held each other for a few minutes. Julie pushed herself up and slowly backed up over Alma’s body. When she got to the other woman’s face, she lowered her mouth to Alma’s. Alma opened her mouth and Julie released a thick wad of white cum into the other woman’s mouth, then followed it down to lock the brunette in an upside-down hate kiss.
The women sucked and slopped the ejaculate back and forth for a minute or two. Alma broke the kiss and pulled away, thick strands of spitty cum connecting their lips. Julie got on her knees; Alma rose to her knees too. The women came together, tits clapping, arms wrapping around muscled back, hot bellies slapping. Their mouths locked again and their hate kiss grew even more savage and passionate. They slopped and sucked the cum-spit ball back and forth, until its sloppy liquid dribbled down their cheeks and into their shared cleavage.
The women kissed for some time, sucking and tonguing each other, sharing spit and whatever cum remained. Finally, they pulled back, cum on their lips, and rested forehead to forehead, nose to nose, sharing hot breath. Their swollen nipples pulsed, their heavy tits mated. Between their legs, their aching pussies dripped as they readied themselves for more fucking, more ecstatic mating.
“You fucking cunt,” Alma breathed. “I hate you so fucking much.”
“I hate you more, cuntlicker,” Julie whispered. “And I’m going to prove it by fucking you like you’ve never been fucked before. I’m going to fuck every inch of your filthy body until you’re begging me to keep going.”
Alma pulled Julie’s hair viciously, but her eyes were shining with lust, almost insane with need. What she and Julie had done to each other so far had given her more pleasure than she had ever felt before and the day had only just turned to early evening. They had so much more time in which to satiate their every desire on each other as they fucked to the end, to determine which of them was entitled to Demenno’s fulsome cock.
“I’m going to fuck you until you’re begging me to stop, you cunt whore,” Alma whispered.
Smiling at each other viciously, the women locked mouths and tongues again. Their hands reached between their lush bodies and slipped fingers into hot cunts, to tease and stroke at aching, throbbing clits. Their nipples burned and their heavy tits rolled sensuously against each other. Hot, smooth muscled bellies clapped and undulated. They fell to the bed, stroking and kissing, sucking and biting, caressing and slapping, as they set to work on conquering the other woman with their sex.
Julie and Alma rolled back and forth on the bed, their naked bodies rubbing and twining, their hot kisses growing more and more passionate as they stimulated their libidos once more, driving each other insane with lust.
Julie was on top, kissing with Alma ferociously. She broke the kiss and grabbed Alma’s thick, black hair to prevent her from re-engaging.
“This is all about our clits, fucker,” Julie panted. “I say we decide this clit to clit, until one of us can’t go on.”
“That’s fine by me, cum whore,” Alma grunted. “If we do this, we do it right. Clit to clit until one of us gives out and their clit goes soft. Number of times we cum doesn’t matter, it’s just who’s clit is still standing at the end.”
“That’s what I said, you stupid whore,” Julie snapped. “No stopping. We keep grinding until one of us gives out.”
Julie rolled off of Alma and sat up. Alma did the same. The women spread their legs and met in the center of the bed. Sleek, powerful legs slid over and under, hot, juiced-up fuckmeat radiated searing heat as they moved into position. Julie’s and Alma’s dripping gashes lined up, ready to meet and fuse. Their massive, engorged clits swelled from the crests of their pussies, twitching with tension and anticipation.
The women spread their legs wide, leaned back on their hands, aimed their pussies, and shoved hard, driving their nether lips together in a wet, steaming fuck kiss. Their oversized, throbbing clits met instantly, crushing head to head. The women threw back their heads and moaned loudly as their exquisite clits mated, the most excruciatingly pleasurable and sensitive parts of their delicious bodies joined in erotic warfare. Their clits jousted, rubbing and grinding up and down and side to side as they moved their hips in minute thrusts and attacks. Each touch, each grind, each thrust of clit on clit sent a shockwave of delicious pleasure rippling through the struggling women.
Julie and Alma’s erotic moaning spiraled higher and higher, their lush, voluptuous bodies trembled with growing sexual tension. Their big tits jiggled and throbbed, thick and taut with arousal, dripping with nipple cum. The women threw back their heads and cried out in shared ecstasy, enjoying the delicious pleasure more than anything they had ever felt before.
After about 30 minutes, the women could not take anymore. They reached for each other, mashed their massive tits hard, and locked mouths, tonguing frantically, as their steaming cunts contracted and squeezed. The women pulled hair, throwing back their heads to scream in climax.
“Oh fuck, FUCK, YESS!!”
“GOD, OH GOD, FUCK!!”
Alma and Julie ejaculated into each other again and again, soaking the intersection of their bodies with cum. Moaning, grunting, pulling hair and biting, the women fucked excruciating orgasm after orgasm out of each other until, finally, they were temporarily spent.
Panting, the women held onto each other, pressed cheek to cheek, tit mashed to tit, floating in the afterglow of intense sexual pleasure. Julie moved her head and pressed her forehead and her nose to Alma’s. They regarded each other through bleary eyes.
“You bitch,” Julie whispered. Her body was vibrating with pleasure. She did not want this to end.
“Cunt,” Alma whispered back. Her eyes were glowing with heat and excitement.
The women kissed, their tongues twisting, their lips locking. Their pulsing clits, still hard and even more sensitive, continued to press head to head. They began rubbing, grinding sex horn to sex horn once again. Their legs wrapped around hips, locking each other in place. Hands gripped slowly pumping asses.
“Yes,” Alma moaned. “Oh fuck, yesssss.”
“Unnnhh,” Julie groaned. “Oh God, oh God…”
Over the next several hours, Julie and Alma fucked and fucked each other to higher and higher levels of erotic pleasure. Early evening turned to night turned to early morning and still they fucked, their clits feeding them more and more pleasure with every orgasmic detonation. Exhausted, the fell flat on their backs, their voluptuous bodies soaked with sweat and drenched in cum. Locked tight at their twats, the women reached down and intertwined their fingers. Holding each other in place, leveraging their grips to pump hard, they continued to move and rock their hips, keeping their clits working and working, feeding more and more ecstasy into their trembling bodies, cumming and cumming and cumming. Their moans and cries of pleasure formed an erotic chorus, filling the night.
Demenno entered the bedroom but sensed that his interruption in the epic fuckfight would not be welcome. He watched for some time, playing with his enormous erection. He masturbated to the sounds of panting breath and animal groans. He watched the women’s luscious bodies writhing and wriggling on the bed, locked in a fuck showdown, their backs arching up as they drove into each other in transcendent orgasms. At some point, he fell asleep on the floor.
It was deep in the night, a few hours before dawn, when Julie slowly returned to her senses. Her cunt was on fire, her nerves were jangling with electrical pleasure, her body was still very aroused. She could feel that her clit hard against its rival. But, at some point, their hips had stopped moving. Alma and Julie had fucked each other into unconsciousness.
Slowly, Julie pushed herself up to a sitting position and pulled her dripping cunt away from Alma’s supine body. Their cunts separated with a thick sucking sound. Their meshed pubic bushes ripped painfully, the hair intertwined and glued together by dried cum. Alma moaned and twisted, but she did not wake.
Julie’s clit had softened, though it was still dense and throbbing. She smiled viciously as she gently masturbated, stroking the fuck finger between her legs, getting it back to rock hardness. When she was ready, she mounted Alma’s supine body, slipping lustily between her rival’s muscled legs, forcing the woman’s thighs wider apart. Julie’s body crushed down on her opponent’s, tits and bellies lining up perfectly. She grunted as her nipples stabbed hard into Alma’s yielding titflesh. She slipped her smooth, slick cunt lips into place against Alma’s slick fuck lips, and shuddered blissfully at the delicious sensation. She slammed her twat down on Alma’s fuckmeat and rotated her hips, drilling in, sealing herself in place.
Alma’s eyes shot open as her mouth was invaded by Julie’s tongue, as her body convulsed in electric pleasure. Her clit began to swell instantly under the intense stimulation of Julie’s sexual attack, but it was in a disadvantageous position as Julie’s clit pinned it back, scraped and stabbed deep. Alma’s clit rose to the challenge, but it was already depleted and wracked by delicious sensations. The women’s asses moved in concert, their grunts and moans and whispered curses filled the dark little room. Alma slapped Julie’s taut ass furiously, then pulled hard on the blonde’s pumping rump as Julie stabbed her clit deep and hard into Alma’s matching sex horn.
“OH GOD, YOU DIRTY FUCK!!” Alma shrieked as she came in a flood, her back arching, her entire body convulsing, as her clit exploded, then began giving way beneath the throbbing power of Julie’s attacking fuck finger. Julie kept pumping, pulling another orgasm out of her brunette rival. She felt Alma’s clit slowly weakening, surrendering to her still hard clit. With a tortured groan, Alma passed out, her body quivering in a final, intense submissive orgasm.
Julie dropped on top of Alma, panting furiously, her body raging with heat. She also felt on the verge of collapse and she knew that this next orgasm would finish her off. She trembled on the bed, trying to let the tension ease, trying to push back the heat raging in her twat.
Julie turned her head and saw Demenno lying on the floor, on his back. She smiled. Slowly, she pushed herself up and sucked her juicy cunt away from Alma’s drenched twat. Julie rolled off the bed. She crawled across the floor to Demenno. Smiling, she began stroking his prick and gently licking his balls. Demenno’s huge prick rose up from his groin like a rapidly swelling monolith. Julie took the shaft in her mouth and sucked hard, using her tongue to tease the most sensitive parts of his prick. She sucked hard. The young mutant woke with a groan of sexual agony. He saw the blonde head bobbing on his groin.
“Julie, Julie…,” Demenno moaned.
Julie raised her head and smiled at him. “I think I haven’t been paying you as much attention you deserve, baby,” she cooed. She got to her knees and then straddled him. Without hesitation, she lowered her hot, dripping pussy onto his engorged shaft. Demenno moaned uncontrollably, his body quivering as his cock was slowly, inexorably, swallowed and surrounded by the tight, hot, wet sheathe of Julie’s succulent cunt. She fully impaled herself, not stopping her descent until the smooth flesh of her cunt sucked to the root of Demenno’s prick and the thick thatch of her bush crunched into the dense fur around the mutant’s shaft.
Julie reached down and gripped Demenno’s powerful chest. He reached up and filled his hands with her huge breasts. Julie rocked her hips up and down, grinding and thrusting the mutant’s enormous cock deep into her core. She ran her hands through her hair as the delicious fucking worked her pussy. It felt good, it felt very, very good but, as Julie knew, the sexual pleasure paled compared to what she had taken from Alma.
After several minutes, Demenno could not take anymore. With a tortured groan, he ejaculated into Julie over and over. She squeezed him, prolonging his ecstatic orgasm as long as she could. Julie felt the flare of orgasm rippling up from her cunt, filling her flesh with heat. Her nipples squirted, not as hard as they did with Alma, but still a sign of intense sexual pleasure. The heat in her body slowly dissipated and she was filled with the most profound sense of sexual satisfaction she had ever experienced. For the first time in her life, she felt the heat of her libido quenched.
Julie collapsed on top of Demenno, his prick still lodged deep in her cunt. The mutant wrapped his arms around Julie and rolled her onto her back. He fucked her hard, thrusting and thrusting, his ass moving like a piston, and her body moved with him. He came again and again. Julie’s final sensations before sleep took her was the comforting weight of Demenno’s muscular body pushing down on her, his chest crushing her breasts, the tightness of his prick deep inside of her, the delicious heat of his cum filling her insides. Then, at last peace took her and she slept.
To be continued:

Mutant Planet, Part III: Julie vs. Alma
The sun was setting when Julie’s cart made it up the little hill leading to the forest and Demenno’s shack. She was tired and her little donkey was tired too. She had pushed the old girl further than she usually did, but she did not want to spend the night camping in the open.
It had been more than a month and a half since her last visit to Demenno’s house and the epic fuckfight she and Alma had waged against each other. She had won that battle and consolidated her victory by fucking Demenno for all the next day. Alma was allowed to watch, but not interfere. Before she left, Julie pulled Alma back into bed. The brunette woman’s was filled with fury over her humiliation and raw, pure lust that had built to an explosive level as she had watched Julie get reamed by Demenno. They had fucked each other’s brains out, fucking so hard that they passed out from pure pleasure in each other’s arms. When Julie left the next day, she made it clear that she would be back.
“Demenno’s cock is fine, slut,” Julie snarled from her seat on the cart. “I’ll be back in a month. I don’t give a shit whether or not you are here, but he is mine.”
Alma’s eyes glinted with fury, but also a raging lust just below the surface.
“Fuck you, whore,” the brunette spat. “His prick belongs to me. If you want it again, you’re going to have to fight for it.”
Julie sneered. “I’ve already kicked your fucking ass and crushed your little twat. I’ll happily do it again.”
Exchanging a few more choice words of mutual hatred, the women had parted. Julie knew that their final hostile words had been for show. It was true that the women hated each other, but they both knew that they could not wait until they were able to fuck each other again.
Julie needed Alma’s cunt and clit more than she needed Demenno. She was confident that the black-haired bitch had not left. Besides having Demenno’s cock at her disposal, Julie was sure that the exquisite pleasure she and the Alma had found between each other’s legs was enough to keep her around.
Julie pulled up to the shack as the darkness began to set in. The house was quiet. She considered calling out, but she decided that maybe surprise was a better approach. She released her little donkey from the cart and set it free to graze in the weeds and foliage beside the house.
Julie approached quietly. As she got closer, she heard voices from the bedroom window. She crept under the window and listened.
“I need you to fuck me more, Demenno,” Alma’s voice wheedled, the tone a cross between a demand and begging. “I’m not even close to being satisfied. I need your cock.”
“I can’t, Alma,” Demenno’s voice murmured drowsily. “I’m tired and sleepy. I’m dried out, too.”
“Fuck!” Alma snapped.
The room went quiet. After a moment, Julie heard the gentle sound of Demenno’s breathing, getting louder as he fell into a deep sleep.
Julie raised her head above the windowsill and risked a look inside the bedroom. By the fading light of the sun she could see Demenno and Alma, nude on the bed, lying side by side. Demenno was lying on his stomach, sprawled out and one leg hanging off the bed. Alma was flat on her back. Julie could see the woman’s eyes were open and she was staring at the ceiling angrily. Alma suddenly sat up, turned to Demenno, placed her feet on his side, and pushed him off the bed. He hit the wooden floor hard and rolled, but he did not wake up. Alma really had ridden the mutant to the point of exhaustion.
After a moment, Alma sighed, resumed her supine position, then reached down between her lush, gleaming legs and began to tease her clit. Alma grunted, then groaned in frustration. She closed her eyes and then went to work on herself in earnest.
Julie ducked down and crept away from the window. She smiled. She knew exactly what was happening. Alma’s libido had been supercharged by her encounter with Julie and now Demenno was not enough to satisfy her. Julie suspected that the effectiveness of the mutant man-boy’s cock had worn off over time, as the month dragged on and the sexual fires that Alma’s fuckfight with Julie had temporarily quenched came roaring back.
Julie crept around to the front of the house. She removed her work boots at the doorstep and opened the door as silently as she could. It did not squeak, which surprised her. She suspected Demenno must have done some more repairs and she thanked him for it.
Julie was incredibly horny. She had been running a sexual fever for the past week and her need to come back to this place and satisfy her cravings had never been greater. The mind-blowing pleasure she had received from Alma’s cunt had redefined for her the entire meaning of sexual pleasure and satisfaction. She knew that she needed Alma’s body, Alma’s delicious cunt. She had to grind tits and clits with the bitch, share tongues and spit, feel the woman’s breath in her mouth, the woman’s hands on her body, the woman’s teeth on her skin, the woman’s cum injecting into her vagina.
Barefoot, she padded across the living area to the bedroom. There was no bedroom door and she stopped at the threshold and considered her next move. Silently, she removed her bandanna. She dropped the cloth to the ground. She untied the knot of her halter beneath her tits and stripped off the tiny shirt. Her majestic tits bounced free. She dropped the halter onto the bandanna. She untied the knot at the waist of her shorts and slowly slid the tiny, tight garment down her hips, over her pussy and down her legs and dropped it at her feet. She stepped out of the discarded shorts. Now nude, she tiptoed into the bedroom.
Demenno’s gentle snores broke the silence. On the bed, Alma’s breathing was steady but getting quicker, as though she was growing more excited. In the diminishing twilight, Julie saw Alma’s hand working between her legs, stroking and teasing her clit. Alma’s massive clit glinted at the crest of the woman’s pussy, swollen in size and wet with secretions. As Julie watched, Alma grunted, then gasped in frustration.
“Fuck!” the black-haired beauty muttered. She removed her hand from her cunt and let it drop on her belly. Her gorgeous face wore an expression of irritation. It was clear that she was not having much luck in masturbating herself. Julie smiled even wider. She had run into this same problem a few nights before when, for the first time in her life, she was unable to successfully bring herself to climax. Apparently, the encounter she and Alma had shared had brought about fundamental changes for both women. They were going to have to find some way to work that out. For now, however, more immediate needs were much more pressing.
Julie stood at the foot of the bed, looking down on Alma’s naked, luscious body. The brunette’s legs were spread, fully presenting her succulent cunt, its hot pink gash, the delicious-looking labia within, and the huge, swollen clit that trembled with unresolved tension. Her pubic bush was sculpted and thick where she had let it grow at the top of her pussy. Julie’s eyes traced the woman’s flat, tanned belly, the deep slit of navel, the defined ribcage, the thick, heavy tits that lolled to the sides of her chest. Their nipples were hard and long, their areola stiff with arousal.
Julie felt the heat in her loins grow into an inferno. Her tits grew even thicker and harder, her nipples jutted like spears. The pleasant sexual tension in her gut began to boil. She was slowly going insane with pure lust, as she looked down on Alma’s magnificent body and imagined, remembered what it felt like to mate with that voluptuous flesh, to feel the woman over and under and inside of her, rubbing and thrusting and biting...Julie barely suppressed a groan.
Julie considered how to launch her attack, then decided the best strategy was direct attack. The reinforced bed was covered by a thick pad on a sturdy platform. As Julie crawled onto the bed, it did not give away her presence by registering her weight. She crawled until her knees were between Alma’s spread thighs. Julie lined herself up with Alma and then threw her naked body down on the brunette’s nude body.
Julie cried out in joy as she felt her massive tits crush down on Alma’s matching rack, the delicious sensation of compressed, taut titmeat pulsing in both women. Their stiff, strong nipples stabbed yielding titmeat, not quite aligning, but that would come later. Their hot, hard bellies slapped loudly. Julie’s slick inner thighs rubbed firmly into Alma’s equally slick, hot inner thighs. The sensual contact was fantastic and gave Julie a tiny mini-orgasm. Julie felt her thick bush crushing with Alma’s thick pubic hair. Most importantly, she felt the heat as her juicy, hungry cunt aligned with Alma’s dripping fuck gash. She could sense their swollen, twitching clits reaching for each other.
Julie grabbed Alma’s thick hair on either side of her head. The initial impact of voluptuous body on body had been every bit as glorious and sensuous as she had hoped. The crushing of her flesh to Alma’s hot, wet body, the mashing of their taut, throbbing tits, the slickness of their thighs, the enticing heat pouring off of the brunette’s ravenous genitals calling to her own hungry cunt – all of it drove her lust to new heights.
For Alma, the sudden weight and heat of Julie’s incredible body eclipsing her own had been totally unexpected. One moment she was fighting sexual frustration and barely contained anger. The next, her entire steaming body was covered by the hot, slick flesh of the very woman she had been craving for so long. For a moment, she wondered if she was having a very intense, amazingly realistic dream.
Alma’s eyes flashed open and she looked up into the lust-crazed blue eyes of her rival, her fuckfighting enemy. She felt the intense heat between her legs increase, the sensual slickness of Julie’s inner thighs rubbing and sticking to her own inner thighs, she felt her cunt contract and gush with lubrication and stimulation.
Julie rolled her tits on Alma’s massive tits, sending a spike of pure erotic joy through the brunette woman. Their nipples stabbed titmeat until they met and grated and fenced, bending each other back, until they sucked head to head, sending an even more intense spike of heat through the women’s entire bodies. Julie’s hot belly clapped and slid on Alma’s belly, feeding more pleasure into both women. Their bellies melted together, deep navels sucking and gripping.
“Oh God, you fuck!” Alma managed to gasp as she fully realized and accepted what was happening. Her erotic dream was coming true. Her hands slid down Julie’s sculpted back, over her hips, and gripped the blonde’s perfect ass possessively.
“Lie back and enjoy it, you whore!” Julie rasped. She brought her juicy, hungry cunt down on Alma’s equally hot, ravenous pussy. The hot fuck lips slapped wetly, their slickness sending sensual electricity coursing through both women as the smooth lips rubbed and kissed. Julie thrust harder and began rotating her hips minutely, grinding herself down and deeper into Alma’s sopping cunt. A hot suction formed between their mating genitals, merging the burning flesh deliciously.
Julie closed her eyes and smiled in pure delight, reveling in the unbearably pleasurable sensations that raced through her pussy and into every nerve in her body, setting her on fire. This was everything she had hoped, everything she had dreamed of and she finally had it again – and this was only the start.
Alma thrust back and pulled on Julie’s ass, wanting more and more. She rolled her hips in the opposite direction to Julie’s rotation, trying to open her cunt more, to penetrate Julie more, to merge their steaming twats as deeply as humanly possible.
“Oh God, Oh God, yes, yes, yes…” Alma moaned.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, yes, yes, yes…,” Julie grunted as waves of sexual pleasure flowed through her entire body. She began thrusting hard, penetrating and sealing her twat to Alma’s quim. Julie’s swollen, throbbing clit slid deep into Alma’s fuck slit and plowed the furrow to the top where it crushed hard against Alma’s equally huge, throbbing clit.
The women screamed in concert as their clits rubbed hard, exquisite pleasure rippling through their lush forms. They began working together, moving their clits around and around each other, rubbing and grinding constantly, flicking and thrusting, beating incredible pleasure into the other.
Julie gripped Alma’s head hard and pulled the woman’s hair. Alma moaned loud, opening her mouth. Julie used the opportunity to drive her mouth deep into Alma’s, her tongue scouring the inside, then wrestling, licking and twisting with Alma’s tongue, their tongues unconsciously imitating the jousting of their swollen clits.
Alma twined her legs through Julie’s powerful tanned limbs. Their naked bodies fully merged and fully engaged, the fuckfighting women moved in the slow rhythm that had brought them so much pleasure in their previous encounter, their beautiful bodies undulating in waves of pure erotic delight. When they were not kissing passionately, they rested cheek to cheek, gasping and panting, sharing spit and sucking tongues. They bit necks and shoulders, they sucked and bit at throbbing tits.
The exquisite, sensual pleasure that both women had been craving for the past month and lusting after desperately over the previous two weeks was finally a reality. Both women immersed themselves in the pleasure, thinking of nothing, just enjoying the unbearably intense sensations, the pure ecstasy that promised to become so much more. After almost an hour of clit to clit rubbing and stabbing, their bodies were on the verge of exploding, but both women wanted to keep it going, to extend the pleasure of their initial joust as long as they could. They slowed their grinding but never separated their clits.
Julie broke their kiss and stared down into Alma’s eyes, nose to nose, lip to lip. She maneuvered her clit so that it was tip to tip, head to head, with Alma’s throbbing sex horn. Alma stared up into Julie’s eyes. She was delirious with pleasure, her body vibrating with the intense sensations.
“Yes, oh yes, fucking God, yes!....” Alma whispered.
“Here it comes, here it comes, you bitch,” Julie growled.
The women pressed their clits together with all their strength, crushing and rubbing the hard nubs. Tears streamed from their eyes as the sheer pleasure became too great, as their inosculated cunts merged and flowed, steaming and melting into one. Their clits fused, reaching the peak of ecstasy, the joining they had desperately wanted. The women screamed in joy and came like fountains.
“YES, YES, OH FUCKING GOD, YESSS!!” Alma howled as her hips jerked and bucked in passion. She came hard, with excruciating force, seconds before Julie.
“OH GOD, YOU CUNT, YOU FUCKING, FUCKING CUNT!!” Julie shrieked. She clamped her mouth over Alma’s and the women viciously tongued each other as they rode the other woman into erotic bliss.
For several minutes, Julie and Alma fucked the cum out of each other, usually going off together but sometimes one or the other ejaculating hard into her rival while the other woman relished the delicious sensation.
The women finally collapsed together, Julie covering Alma, their long legs twined, Alma’s arms wrapped around Julie, her hands resting on the blonde’s ass and naked back. They lay pressed cheek to cheek, their hair tangled, their bodies soaked in sweat, panting in satisfaction.
Julie rolled off of Alma and lay beside the dark-haired beauty. She smiled and stretched her magnificent body. “God, that was a good fuck,” Julie murmured.
Alma did not disagree. “Mmmm, God, yes.” She rolled onto her side and ran her hand down Julie’s naked body, from the blonde’s bulging tits down her wet, firm belly, to her thatched pubic fur and her wet, sex-slimed cunt.
“But we’re just getting started, cuntfucker.” Alma’s eyes glowed with lust.
Julie smiled and sat up on her ass. She turned her body to face Alma. Alma sat up too. The women spread their legs to each other and slid in, scissoring, until their naked genitals touched and pressed tight.
“Aaaahhh, yessssss,” Alma moaned, throwing back her head, closing her eyes, smiling in satisfaction and anticipation.
“Oh God, that feels so fucking, fucking good…,” Julie breathed, pressing her juicy twat into Alma’s steaming cunt even harder. The other woman pushed back and their lower lips sealed in a luscious fuck kiss.
The women locked eyes as they braced their bodies, gripped the other’s sweaty thigh, and began working their succulent cunts into the other, their clits rubbing and grinding, their bodies growing wetter, hotter with every moment. They pressed nose to nose, sharing hot breath, as they fucked hard. The pleasure built inside like a tidal wave.
The women knew they would not stop for a long, long time.
To be continued:

Mutant Planet, Part IV: Julie vs. Alma
Julie woke in the bed, the cum-stained sheets thrown over her body. She sat up and looked around. The room was empty. She wondered how long she had been unconscious. Her last memories were of the impossible pleasure she and Alma had shared, the screaming orgasms and the hot cum flowing through their bodies like a circuit of pure ecstasy. She focused harder and recovered her finally memories before passing out. She and Alma had been scissored together, their cunts locked tight and hot, their bodies writhing and bucking, their tits jiggling and spraying sweat, their abs rippling as their bodies forced more and more pleasure onto the other woman. The explosion of pure ecstasy that suddenly flowed out of her clit to suffuse her entire body had been the most intense pleasure of her life. She vaguely recalled realizing that her senses, her nerves, could not handle the sensual overload. She felt herself losing consciousness from the pure pleasure. She wondered if Alma had passed out, too.
Julie mentally examined her body, the sexual hunger that drove her, and was gratified to find that she felt more satiated than she ever had before. Her libido was quenched, at least for the moment.
It was bright outside. It seemed to be late morning. She got out of the bed and saw that the three scraps of cloth that made up her clothing were sitting on a chair in the bedroom. Her boots were under the chair. Naked, Julie walked out to the other room. On the kitchen table, she found a terse note from Alma that instructed her on where to wash. Julie knew of the well that Demenno used for water. She pushed down a flash of annoyance. She had helped him to get the well to work. She resented Alma acting as though she was Demenno’s true mate and the true mistress of the house. Julie decided that was something she would need to work out with the brunette bitch as well.
Alma and Demenno were both out, probably gathering food or doing some other work in the forest that helped keep them alive and safe. Still nude, Julie walked down to the well and pulled up some buckets of water to fill the small tub left near the well. She used a cloth to cleanse herself thoroughly, washing off the copious amounts of dried cum on her skin. She washed her hair. She washed her genitals, which felt a bit sore. She also scoured her pubic fur, though her strategy of keeping her bush relatively small and well-trimmed paid off.
Julie returned to the house feeling refreshed. She pulled on her shorts and tied them tight then pulled on her halter and tied its knot under her boobs, fastening it tautly to her massive breasts. She left off the bandana for now and would not put her boots back on until she was ready to leave. She went through the supplies in the kitchen area and made herself a meal based on the greens she found and some nuts. She would need meat, she decided, but hopefully Demenno would bring some back. He was good at finding that kind of food.
Just as she finished eating, Alma returned from the forest. The woman was dressed almost identically to Julie, with her barely-there halter and her incredibly tight, small shorts. She was wearing some running shoes on her feet. She leveraged them off before she entered the house.
Alma was carrying a basket filled with fruit and honeycomb. She gave Julie a look when she entered and put the basket on the counter.
“I want you to stay,” Alma said, getting right to the point.
Julie glared at the other woman. After a moment she replied. “I don’t think that would be a good idea. You and I hate each other. We are designed to hate each other. Just looking at you is getting on my nerves and I can feel myself getting angrier. If I stayed here, we would fight constantly.”
“I like fighting with you,” Alma purred, stepping towards the other woman. Her big tits shifted invitingly inside her make-shift halter. “Fighting makes the fucking a lot better.”
Julie had thought that her libido was under control but the other woman’s seductive move towards her was enough to send a spike of tension and fire through her pussy. Suddenly, her cunt was throbbing and her breasts were getting hot. She decided not to resist.
“I like fighting with you, too,” she smiled. “I like fucking you even more.”
As Alma stepped closer, Julie got up from the table, reached out and placed her arms on Alma’s shoulders. Alma placed her hands on Julie’s bare waist. The huge expanse of naked flesh, bare bellies and delicious cleavage the women offered to each other was something they both found very appealing and enticing.
They pulled each other in. The women aimed the tips of their rapidly hardening nipples directly at each other and gasped in pleasure as they touched nubs through their halters. As they pressed closer, their massive tits compressed and naked titflesh pushed out of the huge gaps in their shirts and mated, sizzling with heat. Julie and Alma grunted, their eyelids fluttered, as intense erotic feelings coursed through them.
They pulled each other in, their bare bellies pressing flat, their bare thighs rubbing. The women grabbed each other by the hair on the back of their heads. Controlling the other, they pushed their faces together, tongues touching, then sliding into hot mouths. They kissed long and deep and passionately for more than five minutes, slopping spit back and forth, running hands over backs and asses. Julie slid her hand down Alma’s bare, taut belly, into the waistband of Alma’s shorts, ran her fingers through the thick tuft of pubic fur, and ran a finger along the woman’s slick, hot cunt lips. Alma groaned and slid her hand inside of Julie’s shorts and cupped and squeezed the blonde woman’s quickly lubricating pussy.
The women broke their kiss and pressed forehead to forehead, panting quickly.
“Do you want to fuck, Alma?” Julie whispered, her eyes shining with heat.
“I want to fuck very much, Julie,” the brunette whispered back.
“Good. So do I.”
Julie undid the knot of Alma’s halter as Alma undid her’s. The women pushed their rival’s half-shirt off their shoulders, leaving them both topless. They pushed their naked tits together and rubbed them hard. They gasped then moaned in delight as the wonderful feelings reverberated in their bodies.
Julie pulled Alma in, crushing their tits. She rubbed her cheek, her face, against the other woman’s face and moaned deep in her throat as her desire grew slowly, inexorably. It was not exploding and flaring, the way it did when her libido was out of control, but the slowly building tension was even more delightful, in its own way. The women undulated their naked torsos together languidly, slowly, enjoying the feel of the firm flesh, the mashing of their succulent tits. Alma undid the knot of Julie’s shorts and began to push the shorts down Julie’s legs. Julie unsnapped Alma’s shorts and pulled the zipper to the crotch open. She slid her hand against Alma’s moist cuntlips then pushed the shorts lower. The women pushed their rival’s shorts down their legs until the scraps of cloth fell at their bare feet.
The women’s excitement reached a fever. They kissed lustfully as they writhed and wriggled in the other’s arms, bare flesh rubbing and undulating, hands gripping tight, round asses.
“Wait,” Alma moaned, pulling on Julie’s hair, breaking their ravenous kiss.
“What?” Julie grunted. Her cunt was on fire. She wanted only to get this bitch into bed and fuck her brains out.
“I want to take you on in a stand up fuck, right here, clit against clit. If I win, you stay here. If you win, you can leave then just visit whenever you need to get fucked.”
“Just one stand up fuck? Winner takes all?”
“Yes,” the brunette gasped. “That’s the only way to settle this. A war of attrition would take days.”
Julie bit the other woman’s neck. “I don’t mind taking days,” she murmured.
“We can spend days fucking each other after this is decided,” Alma grunted, returning the bite to Julie’s shoulder. “If you stay, we can do this to each other every night. Imagine that,” she whispered. “Every night locked together, fucking each other raw. And it doesn’t have to be just the nights in bed. We can fuck each other anywhere, any time. Why wouldn’t you want that?”
Julie felt the surge of temptation. It did sound so good, so desirable, the two of them together, feeding each other’s libido every day and night, keeping Demenno happy on the side… could their mutual sexual desire negate the other, primitive feelings that made them blood enemies? She just did not know…
“Yes,” Julie said, her heart pounding with desire. “Stand up fuck. Right now.”
The women grasped each other’s ass tightly. They pressed their bulging tits together and plastered hard, firm stomachs. Their huge, swollen clits tingled with anticipation and desire as the women slowly brought the hard sex nubs together, stroking, tangling, licking and thrusting.
“Yes, oh fucking God, yes…,” Julie moaned as the intense feelings spread through her entire body, electrifying her.
“Oh yes, fuck, fuck, fuck…” Alma chanted, her head thrown back as pure ecstasy coursed through her body.
The women’s mouths locked, their strong tongues lapped ravenously. Their powerful bodies humped hard, asses rippling and thrusting.
In the sun-dappled kitchen, the women’s perfect, tanned bodies thrust and thrust, fucking and fucking and fucking. Pussy juice trickled down their inner thighs and calves to splatter the floor. Their mouths locked, spit overflowing to drip down to their mashed cleavage.
As the pleasure built to its inevitable crescendo, the women broke their kiss to rest their faces forehead to forehead and stare deeply into each other’s eyes as they watched their rival mirror their pure ecstasy.
Julie did not know what outcome she wanted in this battle, but she did know she did not want this to stop.
Moaning, crying out in shared ectasy, Julie and Alma ejaculated powerfully, spraying each other as their bodies convulsed in multiorgasmic pleasure. Clinging to each other, mouths locked tight, tongues thrashing, they sank to the floor of the room, slowly spreading their legs as they descended and scissoring together. Their wet cunts locked and sucked, slotting and sinking even more deeply into each other. The women continued to orgasm through this deeper mating, their steaming bodies desperate to keep the pleasure going. The women hugged tight, sobbing and biting each other on the necks and shoulders as they shuddered through another ten minutes of successive climaxes.
The women fell onto their backs, still joined at their cunts, panting hard. Their bodies drifted in the aftermath of incredible pleasure, their minds and senses overwhelmed. It took several minutes before either of them could speak.
Alma sat up, her pussy still locked to Julie’s pulsing twat. Alma placed her hand on the blonde’s taut, wet belly and ran her palm up the woman’s tight abdomen to fondle her massive tit.
“God, you’re a good fuck,” Alma groaned. “A fantastic fuck. Let’s go to the bedroom and discuss this some more.” Her eyes were bright with desire.
Julie sat up and pulled Alma to her. The women kissed deeply, taking turns sucking the other’s tongue. They rubbed their heavy tits, nipples searing.
“Lead on, you bitch,” Julie smiled.
Hand in hand, the naked women walked into the bedroom. The room soon filled with the sounds of erotic battle, the women’s grunts and moans and screams, the enticing sound of firm, hot flesh clapping and slapping on firm, hot flesh, the delicious sound of thick-lipped pussies sucking to equally wet, deep fuck slits.
As she fucked Alma, her ass and hips pumping vigorously, her clit jousting furiously with the brunette’s swollen fuck horn, Julie felt her antagonism towards the bitch getting more and more intense. She realized it was just her hormones, but she used it. Hate-fucking was always better than straight-fucking and she reveled in the pleasure.
“You bitch, you fucking bitch,” Julie whispered to her rival, holding the woman down, driving her cunt into her foe as hard and deep as she could. “I’m going to fuck your brains out, slut.”
“Try it, cunt,” Alma moaned. “I’m going to crush your little girl clit, I’m going to flatten your soft little tits!” The brunette bucked hard, grinding her clit as hard into Julie’s clit as she could, her luscious body writhing and wriggling beneath the blonde.
The women bit each other’s necks as they traded insults. They whimpered with need as their bodies inched towards another devastating climax. They screamed in concert as they came together, ejaculating hard into each other, holding each other tight as they shuddered and moaned through one delicious orgasm after another.
The women lay in a tangle of arms and legs, their perfect bodies soaked in sweat and cum. Julie rolled off of Alma and they lay side by side, their huge tits heaving as they panted.
“God, I hate you, I hate you so fucking much,” Julie grunted. At that moment, she meant it.
“Not as much as I hate you, cuntfucker,” Alma murmured.
The women turned their heads to each other, their eyes flashing with growing passion and lust. As they readied themselves for another round of fuckfighting, Demenno entered the bedroom. He was carrying a basket filled with fish and some roots and vegetables he had foraged.
“Are Julie and Alma fighting?” he asked, his child-like face worried.
“No, baby,” Julie cooed. “We are just working out some things. We are having fun together.”
“How would you like it if Julie stayed with us for a while, Demenno?” Alma asked.
“That would make Demenno really happy!” The mutant man-child smiled widely. Alma reached out her hand and pulled Demenno onto the bed. He landed between the two naked, voluptuous women. His massive cock immediately began to swell in size.
“I can see how happy you are,” Julie grinned. She sat up, preparing to mount Demenno’s already rock-hard prick.
“No you don’t, slut!” Alma growled. She shoved Julie hard, sending the blonde flying. Julie fell off the side of the bed. When she got back to her feet, she saw that Alma had already impaled herself on Demenno’s price and was riding the mutant hard. The brunette glared at her triumphantly. Demenno moaned in bliss.
Julie climbed onto the bed and positioned herself directly over Demenno’s face, her knees on either side of his head, facing Alma across the mutant man-boy’s torso. She lowered her sopping wet cunt onto Demenno’s face.
“Eat me, baby, suck me and tongue me!” she demanded. Her eyes locked with Alma and she leaned forward. The brunette met her. Their heavy tits crushed hard, they pressed forehead to forehead and wrapped their arms around their sweaty bodies.
“Enjoy it while you can, you cheating cunt,” Julie murmured. “This is the last drop of cum from Demenno that you are getting. After that, he’s all mine.”
“You’re going to have to fight me for it, fucker,” Alma whispered in reply.
“Glady,” Julie responded.
The women grabbed each other by the back of the head and pushed their mouths together as they sank into a deep, passionate, angry kiss. Their tits squashed, their hard nipples docked and flared with heat, their tongues thrashed. The women worked their hips, Alma riding Demenno’s prick, Julie rubbing her juicy pussy into his face, enjoying his tongue and lips on her throbbing clit. At some point, both women reached down and began to stroke and tease the other woman’s distended sex horn, masturbating each other vigorously.
Julie had not yet decided to stay, but she was starting to like the idea very, very much.
The End