Sophia and Henry - Part 3 by Sidekick

When last we left our girls, they had started fighting again on the
front lawn . .

Henry bolted back out to the lawn as he finally was able to throw open
the door.  He walked beside the women as they rolled over and over,
getting soaked with the early morning dew from the grass. He watched the
fight as his cock grew to full extension once again, and wondered how
the hell he would get them inside before the neighbors noticed.  The
women stopped rolling, but now tangled and clutching, they slammed fists
into their sides, back, heads and anywhere they could hit.   Gretchen
brought her knee up and smacked into Sophia's pussy, (thump!). Sophia
let out a little scream and launched herself at Gretchen kicking and
punching with all she had.  After a few more moments of kicking,
punching and scratching, they found themselves kicking away from each
other.  And as they got to their knees, preparing to lock up again,
Henry saw his chance.

He ran between them and tackled Sophia. Grabbing her, he got up and
rushed her toward the house while shielding her from the punches of
Gretchen.  Meanwhile Sophia was trying to get back at Gretchen.  Henry
was getting beat up pretty good by the time they all fell through the
front door and into the front hallway.
The women scrambled to their feet and glared at each other as they
removed their tattered kitchen smocks.  They were now completely naked. 
A combination of sweat and dew from the grass dripped from their bodies
onto the hardwood floor.  Henry stepped out of the way and hurried to
remove his pants as the women advanced on each other.  They held up
their fists, signaling their readiness to continue the fight.  Then they
launched punches into each other's soft flesh.  Ummmpf, hhhuuumppp, they
groaned as punches slapped and thudded into bellies and sides and
breasts.  Henry had slumped against the wall and was pumping his cock
furiously.
The women grabbed a fistful of matted, wet and tangled hair with one
hand as they punched and slugged away at each other with the other. 
They threw well aimed punches at their stomachs and breasts.  Holding
each other's heads for leverage, they wailed away at each other for
several minutes.  Presently they began throwing punches to their
pussies.  Listening to the sound of each "whuummp", of a fist into soft
pussy flesh, Henry shot his cum high into the air for orgasm number
three of the night.

The women were fucking animals!  They presented no defense.  They just
punched and jerked hair and danced, precariously around the hallway. 
Bumping into the little table under the mirror, they knocked it to the
floor.  The lamp and table went crashing down.  Then, losing their own
balance, they fell to the floor with thud like a sack of potatoes.  They
rolled over and bumped into the wall.  Their legs were tangled and
straining to control their opponent.  They lay panting as they cursed
and punched each other.

"Fucking bitch", " "stinking cunt", thump! "come on", "let's fight",
"ummmphf! "I hate you", "I hate you more!", "whhumpp!, "uuuuhhhhh",
"Yeah, bitch!", "let's go", "fuck you, dyke", "kiss my ass, you cow!".

Henry could hardly believe his good fortune.  He stroked his cock
furiously as he listened and watched the girls curse and fight.  He sat
against the wall and enjoyed himself, relaxing for the first time in
hours.  A little smile crossed his face as he realized that they were
now in the house and would not be discovered or disturbed.  Presently
the girls started kicking each other and throwing punches furiously. 
They pushed and kicked each other apart and sat up on the floor while
still glaring at one another.  They sat for long minutes, catching their
breath and resting.  Henry discarded his pants permanently and went over
to Sophia to smooth her hair and kiss her face as she recovered.  He
whispered in her ear.  "Baby, come get something to drink.  You must be
parched.  Then you two can return to the fight.  No one is going to stop
you until you're through".

Henry helped Sophia to her feet and they turned for the kitchen and a
much need drink of water.  She drank greedily, spilling some out on her
tits and stomach.  After another glass full, Gretchen wandered into the
kitchen and Henry offered a glass of water to her as well.  But this
seemed to anger Sophia who pushed Henry's back and made a noise that
Henry had never heard.  It sounded very like the low growl of a cat
about to lash out at an enemy. Henry could have sworn he saw the hair on
the back of Sophia's head almost standing up as he stepped out of harm's
way.

Gretchen quickly gulped the water and through the glass into the sink as
she saw Sophia advancing on her.  The glass shattered into a hundred
pieces as the girls moved around the kitchen facing each other.  They
circled and raised their fists with evil grins on their faces.  Henry
began stroking his cock again as Gretchen and Sophia came together with
a flurry of punches.  Then they backed off, still circling with their
fists raised.  Twice more they came together to slug each other in a
flurry back away before expending too much energy.  The sights and
sounds of the two women's fists pounding into each other's tits, sides
and stomachs was bringing Henry close to orgasm number four.

It continued to be a slow and deliberate fistfight.  The women grunted
and groaned with each punch, but each was giving as good as she was
getting.  They seemed very content to stand there punching each other. 
Presently Henry noticed the sweat dripping from both women's tits. 
Sophia's face was drenched and her hair was matted and soaked.  He
moaned as his orgasm built.  "Uuuuuuggggghhhhhhhh, he grunted as he shot
his load onto the floor". The women continued their fistfight, not
noticing anyone else was in the room.

They smacked their fists into soft tit flesh.  Their punches were well
aimed. The fighting went from deliberate to slow motion as they became
quite tired.  They must have been fistfighting in the kitchen for over
an hour.  Too tired to circle anymore, they held their fists low and
glared at each other.  Two or three times a minute they would come
together, punching for several seconds and backing off slightly to
rest.  Sophia had never known such liberation.  There was no one to
break them up.  There was no possibility of getting into trouble or
getting arrested.  Her reputation with anyone she knew would not be
affected in the slightest.  Well, except for Henry, who loves to see
women fight.

On their next clash of punching, they remained in a clinch.  Very tired
now, they rested their chins on each other's shoulders and continued to
throw occasional punches into the opponent's body.  They leaned together
slugging each other and grunting, like two boxers.  With one more hard
punch into her gut, Louis groaned and slumped to her knees.  Sophia
stumbled back against the kitchen table, practically exhausted.  As she
panted to catch her breath, Sophia wandered toward the living room,
leaving the defeated Gretchen on the kitchen floor.

To be continued . . .