Sophia and Henry - Part 4 by Sidekick

When last we left our story, Sophia had just punched Gretchen down and
out, at least for the moment ...

Sophia leaned on Henry as they made their way to the couch. They
plopped down and embraced for several minutes as Henry stroked and
patted Sophia's head. Both were very proud and happy. “Damn! Baby,”
marveled Henry as he rubbed Sophia's muscles gently. “You were fucking
amazing. I've never seen two people go at it like that, ever. Do you
realize that you two have been fighting for about the last 5 ½ hours!”,
he said, looking at the clock. “Oh Henry, it felt so good!” replied
Sophia, her face flushed from physical exersion and excitement. “Was it
that long? What time is it?” she glanced at the clock herself. “When
we were beating each other with our fists, well . . . I wish we could
keep going,” she said. Henry kissed her and looked into her eyes. What
he saw there was desire, confidence; even lust. They kissed
passionately and wildly, like they had just been reunited after many
years. Henry pushed his hand between her legs and pressed his body
against her. Sophia moaned and parted her thighs for him, eager for his
touch. Henry felt how wet her pussy was and she took his cock in her
hand as they rubbed each other in wonderful enjoyment.

They kissed, petted and moaned on the couch for several minutes. “Did
you like watching us fight, Henry?” Sophia cooed in Henry's ear. “Oh my
god, baby! You were unbelievable. You love to fight, don't you?”,
Henry panted in excitement. “Yesss. And now let's fuck my darling”.
Sophia straddled Henry and was about to lower herself onto his eager
cock. Then suddenly Sophia felt her head being jerked by the hair. She
was forced backward by this painful grip and landed in the floor on her
back with a loud thump! She saw Gretchen standing over her. “You
fucking whore! If you want something between your legs, try my fist”,
barked Gretchen. Sophia rolled over and got to her knees. “How dare
you, slut! If you wanted to fight some more, all you had to do was say
so.” She rose to her feet.

The women circled at close range. They were both scratched and bruised.
Little red marks from their conflict were all over their bodies. They
eyed one another and their full breasts swayed slowly as they circled.
Sophia held her fists up at her waist eagerly. She felt her heart
racing as she remembered she and Gretchen punching each other only
minutes earlier. She wanted to fight again.

Closing together, they pushed their bodies into each other. Both threw
punches at the other's side and back. They clawed their backs with
sharp fingernails and pulled each other's hair until their heads bent
backward, painfully. Their breasts were mashed together and they
straddled each other's legs. Gretchen raised her knee and smashed it
into Sophia' soft pussy. “Uuuhhhhh”! grunted Sophia as she slammed her
own knee into Gretchen's unprotected pussy. They stood there, hands in
their hair and slammed away at their pussies several times; harder and
harder until they lost their balance. They fell to the floor with a
thud, but kept a tight hold and immediately rolled over and over in a
tight little ball of feminine fury. Bumping into the magazine rack,
they soon found themselves wrestling in newspapers and magazines. As
they rolled back and forth the living room was quickly strewn with
papers.

Henry stroked his cock and smiled at the women from his seat on the
couch. They had kicked away from each other and were slowly rising to
their feet. Sophia said, “Come on, cunt”. “You fucking bitch. Your
boyfriend is gong to cum all over himself when I tear your tits off and
stuff them into your stiking cunt”, growled Gretchen. “Bring, it, on
you cuntlapper. Put your pussy where you fat ugly mouth is”, sneered
Sophia. Gretchen growled, “You want my pussy, you dyke? Come and get
it”.

They moved to clutch each other by their shoulders, head down and legs
apart, dancing around the living room, jockying for position. Presently
Sophia reached out and grabbed a hand full of Gretchen's pubic hair.
“Owwwww, you fucking whore!”, Gretchen swore. She retaliated in the
same manner and both women clutched and scratched at each other's hair
and pussy lips. Smack! Sophia punched her fist into Gretchen's soft
pussy flesh. “Uggghhh”, grunted Gretchen. Then she punched Sophia's
pussy. They stood clutching each other with one hand and punching pussy
with the other. As they slugged away, Henry shot his load for, believe
it or not, the fifth time in the last 12 hours!

Sophia loved the close battle. Every time her fist dug into Gretchen's
crotch she felt elated. They had been fighting for so long and their
adrenalin was flowing freely, that she was able to tolerate the return
punches. And adrenalin wasn't the only thing flowing. Sophia's pussy
was leaking down the insides of her legs. And she could feel Gretchen's
pussy splatter with each punch! As the women slugged away at each
other, they got more and more excited. Little puddles began forming at
their feet. They were both dripping sweat and pussy juices as they
fought. Henry knew this was the most wanton, dirty and yet exciting
sight he had ever seen in his life.

“Unnnhhhh”, . . . “Ahhhhgggg”, . . . “Hwwaaaa”, the women grunted as
they punched each other. Time held no meaning for them. Sophia actually
felt pleasure in receiving as well as landing each punch. She was
elated at meeting another woman who was unafraid to engage her this way;
a woman who liked to fight as much as she did; and was as good at it.

They continued on and on, sometimes slowing, then speeding up again.
The longer they brawled, the more excited they got. It was an amazing
marathon. Sophia began to moan loudly as her pleasure built. She was
going to cum, and she couldn't stop it if she tried. She moaned and
growled and screeched, louder and louder. Every time Gretchen punched
her pussy, it pushed her closer and closer. Finally she felt her orgasm
shower over her in wave after wave.
“Aaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwwwggggggggggggeeeeeeeee!”, she wailed. In response
she punched and smacked at Gretchen as hard and fast as she could.
Finally she slowed as the wonderful sensation began to subside.

But neither had let go. They clutched each other and rested their chins
on each other's shoulders. Smack! Gretchen punched her. Sophia
retaliated. They kept it up in slow motion for a while. Then Sophia
heard Gretchen begin to moan and then growl; louder than before. The
frequency and intensity of her punches increased rapidly. Sophia knew
Gretchen was on a build-up to an orgasm of her own. Happy to oblige,
they punched each other for another minute or so, they Gretchen went
over the top. “Aaaaaiaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeee!”, she cried in
ecstacy.

The women slumped against each other in a clumbsy embrace. Then they
slumped to their knees. The carpet was stained and wet all around them
from sweat and cum juices. Finally falling to the carpet, they drifted
to sleep. Henry gazed at the women admiringly for several minutes until
he too, fell asleep.

Waking some time later, Henry stared groggily at the clock. It was 5:10
am and the women began to stir back to consciousness. Crawling to the
edge of the couch, they propped themselves up against it and rubbed
their eyes and sore muscles. Henry went to help Sophia up and embraced
her warmly. He whispered in her ear, “I love you baby”. He smoothed her
hair as best he could. And he lead her toward the bathroom. Leaving
here there for the moment, he jumped upstairs to retrieve her bathrobe.
And when she had it on, they came back into the living room to see
Gretchen sitting on the couch, seemingly in a daze.

Remembering she had no clothes, Henry whispered again to Sophia, who
nodded in agreement. Then Henry went back to the bedroom and retrieved
a dress for Gretchen to wear. She accepted it gladly. And while she
went to the bathroom, Henry called a cab.

After a few minutes of resting on the couch, they saw headlights out the
window and heard the honk of the cab. Gretchen appeared from the
bathroom and the three of them stared at each other for a moment. As
Henry went to open the door, he saw the women coming toward each other.
His heart jumped into his throat and he knew he had only a second to
step between them. But he just couldn't do it. Mesmerized by these two
women as he had been since last evening, he could only watch as they
walked right up into each other's faces. Their bodies pressed together
and they starred into each other's eyes with no expression at all on
their faces. Sophia was still wrapped in her robe which came to mid
thigh. And Gretchen had poured herself into one of Sophia's tight
party dresses (because that was the first one Henry had grabbed for in
the closet). It was inevitable. The women roughly grabbed handfuls of
each other's hair and jerked their heads around as they slid and
pressed against each other.

In a minute there was another honk of the cab horn. But Henry was still
watching the women standing in the hallway pulling hair. He stroked his
cock and enjoyed the two super sexy women before him. Finally
realizing it was pointless to “go against the flow”, he made a decision.
He was tired of trying to contain this thing they were all obviously
into. After the third honk of the horn, he heard the cab drive away.
He resorted to his only successful tactic of earlier in the evening. He
stepped over and began to gently rub the two women's breasts and speak
to them softly. “Come on girls, let's go upstairs and relax a while.
After several minutes of urging softly and feeling their full breasts
through their clothes, he was able to inch the women toward the
stairway. Then they consented to let go of each other. They had to be
absolutely exhausted.

Once upstairs, Henry managed to get Gretchen into the spare bedroom and
Sophia into the master bedroom. Sophia threw off her robe and crawled
into bed. Getting in beside her, Henry kissed her and held her and
thought of the time they would have in a few hours. He smiled thinking
of having these two women in the house together, with nothing to do but
fight.

(Shall I dare to continue? )