Both women were in pretty good physical shape and worked out regularly, but Cynthia had some advantages over Heather. For one, she had been taking kickboxing for exercise. True, it was non-contact and the target was always a punching bag that didn’t hit or kick back, but she now had a chance to try some of her moves. The other advantage was that Cynthia had been in a fight with another woman, less than six months earlier. To make a long story short, her 17 year old daughter Meredith, got in a fight with another seventeen year-old. When Meredith got on top and started winning, the girl’s mother interfered; hitting Meredith, then holding her while her daughter gave Meredith a really bad beating. When Cynthia found out the details, she was furious and went immediately to the girl’s house. When the mother came to the door Cynthia called her out right there and challenged her to fight. She took a severe beating, but beat the other woman worse, so when she tangled with her stepsister, she was not shy about fighting it out with another female. Heather on the other hand had not been in a fight since she and Cynthia tangled twenty years earlier, so she had forgotten how savage two women could be when they fought.

Since they were completely nude, everything was exposed to potential attack. She tried to deliver a kick to Heather’s midsection, but missed and drove her foot hard between Heather’s legs causing the younger woman to gasp in shock and pain as she clutched her womanhood. Cynthia immediately tackled her and they both tumbled to the floor. As they were grappling, Heather grabbed one of Cynthia’s bare breasts and dug her nails into the soft flesh. Cynthia screamed in pain and tried unsuccessfully to wriggle out of her opponent’s clutch. Heather got in an advantageous position, drew her left leg back and with incredible force drove her knee into Cynthia’s womanhood. Cynthia’s mouth opened to scream but no sound came out as she clutched her pubic mound gasping for breath. Heather straddled her stepsister and started punching her face and breasts. Cynthia was able to free both arms and grabbing Heather’s right breast with one hand, managed to deliver a solid punch to the other woman’s jaw. She quickly gained the advantage, grappling Heather to the floor.

I could see their bare breasts pressed together and both women’s nipples were rock hard and the two appeared to be intentionally rubbing their tits together. I knew for a fact they were both attracted to women as well as men. While Cynthia did not tell me of her fight with Heather, she did tell me of the midnight trysts they would have when they were both teenagers with hormones running wild. It was apparent during this fight that the two stepsisters were very aroused from the close nude contact. If Heather was able to dominate her stepsister in this fight, there might be a chance that I’d get that threesome with the two of them after all.

However, it did not look good at the moment for Heather. Cynthia scrambled to her feet grabbing Heather’s hair and yanked her into a standing position. Somehow Heather managed to slam three or four hard punches into Cynthia’s stomach and breasts. It had to hurt like hell, but the toughness bred by her recent fight enabled her to take it in stride. She pushed Heather into a corner and just let loose with a barrage of devastating blows to the younger woman’s face and breasts. Both women’s faces were battered and continued to bleed from their busted noses and lips. The two fighters locked up again, almost in an embrace, as they continued to pummel each other’s stomach and sides. They pressed their breasts together to protect them from further pummeling. The pressing together hurt, but not as bad as the repeated blows from their fists.

Both women were getting tired, but continued to fight. I thought briefly of trying to stop them, but Cynthia had been adamant; I was not to interfere. They were both highly aroused by this time. Cynthia’s nipples were larger and harder than I had ever seen them and Heathers’ were just as large. Additionally, the inside of their thighs glistened with the sex juices from their vaginas. Finally, Heather freed her left arm and drove several hard blows in rapid succession into Cynthia’s womanhood. Each blow landed with a wet, socking thud, forcing increasingly louder cries of pain from Cynthia’s swollen and bloodied lips. When she dropped both arms in a vain attempt to shield her crotch, Heather connected with two devastating blows to the side of Cynthia’s head dropping her immediately to the floor. As she lay there, barely conscious and moaning, Heather rolled her over, and even though she could barely stand, triumphantly placed her foot on her defeated stepsister’s chest and raised her arms in victory.

Heather then looked at me and said, “I think we have some unfinished business.” She yanked Cynthia up roughly by the hair and propped her against the sofa, telling her, “Now you can watch Ken fuck me and then you’re going to lick every drop of his cum out of my pussy!” She then yanked my shorts down and stretched out on the carpet in full view of her stepsister, and spread her legs wide open. I thrust my throbbing manhood into her soaking wet love nest and exploded after only a few thrusts. As promised, she went to Cynthia and pressed her vagina, dripping with my semen, into her face forcing her stepsister to lick her until she came. I helped both women to the shower. I was going to take them to separate showers, but Heather said they would use the same one because Cynthia needed some help. From the sounds emanating a few minutes later, it was apparent the two women were reconciling.

After the fight, our two bedrooms more or less became one. Sometimes I would go to bed with one and wake up with the other, or both, or in some cases alone while the two of them were together in the other room. Life has been good since. The two get along for the most part now and there is no jealousy. Once in a while they will have a spat and instead of sulking or arguing, they strip down, put on a pair of well padded boxing gloves (16 oz.) duke it out for a couple of rounds until one or both of them draws blood, then they kiss and make up.

This particular night, unknown to Pat, Sharon was also sleepless. As she lay on the bed, she also slept nude; her hands gently caressed her breasts causing the dark brown nipples to become fully erect. Soon her hand moved down to her pubic mound. "God", she thought, "I'm soaking wet." The sexual frustration was so intense she wanted to cry. Getting up, she put on a robe and walked softly downstairs to the kitchen. She was sitting at the table, the room dimly lit from a lamp on the counter, drinking a glass of milk when she heard a noise at the door from the hallway. There was an instant stirring in her thighs when she saw Pat standing in the doorway. Trying to sound nonchalant, she said, "I just couldn't sleep. Too warm I guess." "Yeah, me too," said Pat, also trying to sound casual. Suddenly, Sharon started covered her face and started sobbing. Awkwardly Pat went to her and put his arm around her shoulders trying to comfort her, but at the same time, becoming aroused by the scent of her hair and the sight of her breasts through the thin material of her robe.

Unable to hold back, Sharon sobbed out all her frustrations including her feelings about him. "My God, Pat, I'm so sorry to put you in this position. It's just that I've been longing for the physical satisfaction of a man to make love to me for so long that I.....", she said as her voice trailed off. "I know," admitted Pat, "I keep thinking about you too." They both knew it was purely a physical attraction, a purely sexual need. There really wouldn't be any harm. Who knows, maybe Kelly would even agree if Sharon asked her. "Right...not too likely", thought Sharon. She remembered how possessive Kelly was of boyfriends when they were in college. Sharon remembered how Kelly had gotten in a fight with a girl in another dorm when she found out the other girl had called the guy she was dating at the time.

In fact, Sharon and Kelly's friendship almost short circuited when they were rooming together. Kelly's boyfriend had come by to pick her up and she was late getting home. While he waited for her, Sharon fixed him a drink and they were sitting in the living room talking when Kelly came home. Later that night, some harsh words were exchanged and accusations made. Sharon vehemently denied them (they were in fact untrue) but the words escalated into some shoving and soon they were rolling around the living room kicking and slapping. After the brief struggle they went to their rooms. Later that night, Kelly knocked softly on Sharon's door. She came in and sat on the edge of the bed and apologized to Sharon for acting that way asking her for forgiveness. Sharon sat up and embraced her friend. Feeling their full breasts pressing together, the two women were suddenly embarrassed by the arousal they felt. They wordlessly removed their nighties and Kelly slipped into the bed next to Sharon they embraced and fell asleep in each other's arms. They never had another disagreement after that. And only occasionally did they engage in sexual activity while they roomed together.

But this was different, Pat was Kelly's HUSBAND. They had two kids together for crying out loud. Still, there was that longing, aching need..... In the next instant she was standing and wrapped in a passionate embrace. Pat was kissing her deeply. Their tongues probed back and forth hungrily. Pat's strong hand cupped her breast. Sharon moaned softly as she felt Pat's huge erection press into her thighs. "Kelly's sound asleep", whispered Pat, "Let's go to your room." Without a word, Sharon took Pat's hand and started leading him towards the guest room. Pat's head was swirling. He had to be nuts to do this. But the excitement was overpowering. The thought of making love to another woman while his wife was asleep two doors away was both frightening and exhilarating. What would happen if Kelly woke up? He knew she was jealous and he often fantasized about seeing Kelly fight another woman over him. Sometimes during their lovemaking, he shared this fantasy with her and they would play it out together. Kelly breathlessly telling him how she would fight another woman if she caught him with one. But what would really happen?

There was no more time to think about that. By now they were in the guest room and peeling off their robes. Pat's cock was standing straight out all thick, 8 inches of it. Sharon's knees felt weak as she dropped to them and took Pat's throbbing manhood into her mouth. She knew Pat had made love to Kelly earlier, she could smell and taste traces of the other woman's love juices, but that only heightened her arousal. They fell to the bed, Pat's hard penis sliding effortlessly between Sharon's thighs and plunging easily into her soaking wet womanhood. Sharon exploded almost immediately in orgasm. Pat followed very closely ejaculating a huge glob of semen, filling Sharon's vagina.

As Pat rolled off of her, the room suddenly filled with light! Kelly was standing by the door, her hand still on the light switch. She was wearing a robe that was partially opened, revealing her nakedness. Sharon sat up in the bed unable to cover with anything since they had kicked the sheet completely off the bed in their passion. Kelly stood glaring at them for what seemed like an eternity. She noticed her husband's flaccid penis, still glistening with Sharon's vaginal fluid. She also noticed the semen oozing out of Sharon's vagina and smeared in her pubic hair. "Oh, God.... I'm so sorry", whimpered Sharon. "You fucking, ungrateful, sneaking whore!", yelled Kelly as she rushed toward the bed.

Pat jumped up quickly, noticing that his wife's fury was focused on her female rival for now. Sharon tried to get out of the bed on the side away from her enraged friend but Kelly grabbed her hair and yanked her back to her dragging her to the floor. Not wanting to be constrained by her robe, she peeled it off and continued the attack on her rival. She pulled Sharon up by the hair and started pummeling her with her fists. Sharon, not wanting to fight her friend tried to ward the blows off at the same time trying to calm Kelly down. But there was no calming the betrayed woman, she continued flailing away at her nude rival. Sharon knew she was going to have to fight to defend herself, but she couldn't, because she knew Kelly had a right to be mad. All that changed though when Kelly slammed her fist hard into Sharon's breast. The pain was excruciating. The only other time she had ever been hit in the breast was accidently during a girls basketball game in college. Even then, when it was a teammate that had done it accidently, she was ready to fight the girl.

Any remaining hesitation she had about fighting now evaporated when Kelly's fist slammed into her nose. Sharon fell to the floor seeing stars and feeling blood pouring out of her nose. Kelly advanced on her and drove her foot hard into Sharon's exposed womanhood. Sharon shrieked with pain, clutching her injured vagina. She scrambled quickly to her feet. "Alright, enough of this shit", she yelled lunging at her opponent. Their nude bodies collided with a loud smacking sound. Their hands instinctively went to each other's hair yanking viciously. Sharon pulled Kelly's head back and punched her hard in the nose. Kelly cried out in pain cupping her bloody nose in her hands. Sharon took full advantage by driving her foot hard into her opponent's vagina. Kelly doubled over but before Sharon could react again, Kelly drove her fist hard into her rival's exposed womanhood. There was a wet socking sound as Kelly's fist connected with the other woman' pussy still wet with her husband's semen. Sharon cried out in pain and doubled over. Kelly grabbed her shoulders and hair tumbling them both to the carpet. Both girls were crying now and bloodied, but they kept fighting. Pat watched in fascination as the two women fought savagely, their nude, sweaty bodies glistening in the light. Kelly straddled her rival pinning her arms with her knees. She then began to punch the other woman viciously in the face and breasts. Sharon's nose was streaming blood, her lip was split and bleeding and one eye was swollen shut. Now her breasts were taking a beating. She jerked one arm free and grabbed Kelly's left breast digging her nails into the soft flesh. Kelly shrieked with pain as Sharon rolled her over grabbing the other breast in the same manner. "You fucking bitch...." hissed Kelly as she raked her nails across Sharon's right breast. Sharon screamed in pain seeing the five ugly scratch marks extending across her tit already beginning to bleed. She viciously socked Kelly in the jaw then reached between her legs and dug her nails into her rival's womanhood. Tears of pain were running down Kelly's cheeks as she grabbed a handful of Sharon's wet pubic hair and yanked it out. Sharon shrieked as she yanked Kelly up by the hair. Soon the two women were exchanging vicious blows to their breasts and faces.

Both women were tiring and in great pain. In a final burst of adrenalin, Sharon pummeled her opponent to the floor. Kelly lay spread eagle on the carpet. To prove her ultimate domination, Sharon straddled her rival's face and pressed her steaming, womanhood into Kelly's face. Kelly suffered the ultimate humiliation of having her husband's semen smeared on her face from another woman's pussy. Pat helped both women to clean up and tend to their wounds.

Kelly’s face was a mess. Her nose was still bleeding, one eye was swollen shut and there were a couple of nasty gashes on her forehead and cheek that would probably need stitches. Sharon felt bad, but she had tried to avoid the fight. She apologized to Kelly, who was somewhat more subdued now. Kelly accepted her friend’s apology. They embraced, feeling their bare breasts press together. Both women recalled their early sexual encounter when they were in college. Kelly told Sharon that since she had beaten her fair and square, it was only right that Sharon have Pat for the night. She turned and left the room, leaving her startled husband with her nude rival. Pat and Sharon had passionate sex several times and drifted off to sleep.

THE END

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