Teenage Toughie  Part 4 
by esterinarose@aol.com
Double Trouble


Note from author: Readers should refer to parts No. 1 and 2 of this series
located in Misc. stories section 14.

Two o'clock in the morning is never a good time to receive a telephone call,
especially when the caller on the line is your drunken father. My name is Ted
Webb and I am a senior at a small state college in Pennsylvania. My father was
ranting and raving about some girl who beat up my two muscle headed aunts back
in our hometown. Seems my father did a little investigating at the local bar
and found out that the assailant was a freshman right here at our school. I
say "our" because my younger sister Peggy also attends. We were both awarded
athletic scholarships. I am a linebacker on the football team, and Peggy plays
field hockey. Like most of our family members we are both large, well muscled
athletes. I stand 6'-3" tall, and weigh around 230 muscle packed pounds. Peggy
is rather big for a girl at 5'-10" tall and 175lbs. My Aunt Ann introduced
Peggy to weightlifting when she was is her early teens and she is
embarrassingly muscled for a girl of her age.

I guess we also both have the Webb family "attitude". Large and boisterous,
looking for a good fight whenever we can get someone stupid enough to fight
along. Peggy alone was almost thrown out of school three times in her freshman
year for beating up a couple of students. I finished listening to what my
father had to say and then I ended our conversation and went back to bed. I
have more important things to do than slapping around some freshman for
beating up my Aunts. When I woke up the next day I had a change of heart. At
the very least I owed it to myself to find out who this supergirl was. Beating
up just one of my Aunts would be no small task, never mind taking apart the
both of them at the same time. I only remembered my father saying her name was
Amy, I couldn’t remember the last name. Around noon, Peggy stopped by my dorm
room. Seems dear old Dad had the same conversation with her last night. She
must have listened a little better, because she knew the full name of little
Miss Amy Daily.

Peggy went a step beyond that, she knew who Amy was and what dorm she was
staying at. Peggy was very competitive and she thought a victory over Amy
would make her the hit of the family at next years summer reunion picnic. I
cautioned her that anyone who could beat up our Aunts might be a dangerous
opponent. She just scoffed at Aunt Ann and Aunt Millie being old and soft. She
was convinced that a young 19 year old muscle girl like herself could easily
take care of Amy. I asked Peggy to describe Amy to me. Her eyes got real big
and she started to laugh, "Oh, you should see her Teddy...she is just a little
thing with twigs for arms and the biggest set of breasts I ever saw on a girl
her size. Well, that got my interest right away. I suggested that we pay Amy a
call and see what we could stir up. Peggy agreed and soon we were strolling
over to Reynolds Hall for a nice chat. Since we both stayed in other dorms, we
could not just barge in looking for Amy. We stood outside the dorm and asked
different students as they entered if they knew Amy. Finally one girl said
yes, Amy was her roommate and she would have her come down to talk with us.
Five minutes later Amy walked out to greet us and my eyes nearly came out of
their sockets. What a stunner.... beautiful brown eyes, olive complexion and
Peggy did not exaggerate about her breast size.... what a set!!!

Peggy got straight to the point. She told Amy who we were and that we didn’t
appreciate our Aunts being beaten as badly as they were. Amy listened to
everything Peggy had to say and I just stood there looking at her body.
Finally after Peggy was through ranting, Amy said "Look, your Aunts had it
coming, they provoked me into fighting and I gave them the fight they wanted.
It's not my fault they couldn’t defend themselves". Peggy balled up both of
her fists...."Look balloon chest, nobody beats up a Webb without fighting
another Webb....got it?" Amy rolled her eyes and looked at me, "I suppose if I
beat your sister up, you will come looking for me, won't you?". I told Amy I
doubt I would have to step in, that I thought Peggy would wipe the floor with
her. Amy told us she wasn’t about to fight Peggy then and there. She told
Peggy that if it was a fight she wanted, it was a fight she would get, but she
wasn’t about to fight in front of the whole student population. I told both
girls that they should meet at the football stadium and duke it out on the
field. Nobody is allowed at the stadium after dark and I just so happened to
have a key to Gate "A", as I have a part time job on the grounds crew. Amy
gave us both a look and just shrugged her shoulders, "Ok, but you'll both be
sorry. Meet me at the stadium tonight around 10pm".

Peggy was so excited that she chattered all the way back to my dorm room. This
would be a real trophy win for her. She asked me to bring a camera to the
fight and take pictures during and after the fight. She planned on sending the
pictures to our Aunts, announcing her as the new champ of the family. It was
rather warm that early May evening as we both strolled to the stadium. When we
arrived, much to our surprise Amy was waiting for us. She had her hair pulled
back in a pony tail and wore a baggy gray sweatshirt with tight black spandex
shorts. I unlocked the gate and we strolled onto the field. The stadium holds
about 15,000 fans for football games and the field area was only lit by the
light of a full moon. Amy kept looking at me like I was going to hit her
before she fought my sister, so I told both girls that I would sit about five
rows up in the bleachers and watch the fight. I went a took a seat in the
stands and watched as Amy walked over to the bench area and took off her
sweatshirt. As I looked at her I saw something that I did not pick up earlier
in the day. This was no stick armed girl. She had on a white sleeveless
t-shirt, and her arm muscles were quite pronounced. Very firm, I am certain
that if she flexed you would see biceps about the size of a tennis ball as
opposed to the softball sized biceps of my sister.

My sister started taunting Amy, saying that I was going to take pictures of
the fight and that she would make a fool out of her for all in our family to
see. Amy just raised her fists and began to circle Peggy. The fight was on!!
Peggy had on a navy blue short sleeved t-shirt with white gym shorts showing
off her muscular legs. Peggy threw the first punch of the night and it landed
right on Amy's chin. Amy backed up a bit and felt her chin with her right
hand. "What's the matter little girl, did Peggy's little love tap hurt you?"
Again Amy said nothing. A determined look came over her face and she advanced
on my sister. Amy let go with a right-left combination that jerked my sisters
head back, her short blond hair flying back from the force of the punches.
Both girls traded punches for the first two minutes or so. I started taking
pictures with my zoom lens camera and I just couldn’t believe that a little
girl like Amy could be such an accomplished fist fighter. Amy started punching
away at Peggy's midsection while Peggy went headhunting, looking for the kill
shot that would knock Amy on her tiny little rear end. Amy's head danced away
from almost every punch my sister threw. When Peggy missed she paid the price
with hard uppercuts to her chin and smart punches to her sides and stomach.
About four minutes into the fight Peggy launched a long looping right hand at
Amy's head. Amy ducked under the punch and sent a right hand straight into my
sisters solar plexus. Peggy slumped to her knees, her breath totally knocked
from her. She stayed on her knees gasping for air, while Amy stood back and
allowed her time to recover.

"Get up you stupid bitch....kick her ass, what kind of Webb are you anyway?,"
I screamed. Amy gave me a look and shook her head in disgust. Peggy finally
recovered and embarrassed at being floored by her much smaller opponent,
rushed at Amy swinging like a wild lady. Amy was now talking to Peggy, "What
you don’t understand Peggy, is that last punch you hit me with two minutes ago
was the last chance you had, your done!!". With that statement, Amy started
punching my sister all over the field. She must have landed twenty five hard
shots and true to her word, my sister never again touched Amy with a punch. A
masterful display of punching prowess. The end came for Peggy as she was being
punched at will toward the home teams bench area. Fool that I was, I continued
taking pictures of the terrible beating she was getting. Amy's punched in a
manner that literally kept my sister on her feet. Every time Peggy would
stagger, Amy would straighten her up with an uppercut. I put the camera down
and watched as Amy's fist beat off my sisters face with horrifying speed. Her
punches sounded like firecrackers going off when you light the whole pack at
once. "Let her fall, you big titted whore", I yelled as I raced down to the
field to stop the beating. I almost reached the field and watched in shock as
Amy hit my sister seven times really fast, the cadence of the punches sounding
like "Shave and a hair cut, two bits". The last three punches were two rights
to her belly and one hell of an uppercut right that send Peggy staggering
backward. She fell straight onto the bench with a goofy look in her eyes, then
she slumped sideways and fell to the ground, crying like a baby.

Amy said she was disappointed that she didn’t knock Peggy out, but seeing her
cry made her night anyway. I looked down at my sister, her lower lip was
split....her right eye was almost swollen shut and I think her nose was
broken. "Look what you did to her, you freak". Amy had a funny look in her eye
and she advanced on me. "Look, you and your idiot sister are the ones who
started this thing. Your both just like your Aunts, and you both will suffer
the same fate.". "What do you mean, we both will suffer, you don’t think....Oh
now you've gone and done it....You think you can beat me?" Amy actually
reached up and pushed me in the chest. "Come on big tough football guy, take a
swing at little Amy and see what happens". Amy was dripping with sweat and her
arms glistened in the moonlight. I threw off my shirt and stood before her
bare chested. She gazed at me with a puzzled look on her face, then she
stepped back a bit and removed her shirt and kicked off her sneakers and
socks. She stood before me barefoot, with just the black spandex shorts and
the largest bra I had ever seen holding up her huge breasts. "Lets go tough
guy, why wait, you'll only want a piece of me tomorrow.....lets settle this
thing now while I'm warmed up.".

I was so angry I just raced at her, fists flying. Amy covered up and most of
my punches hit off of her tightly muscled arms. Finally after about forty five
seconds of defending herself, Amy let loose with a quick right hand to my
temple. I've been hit harder, but the punches power did surprise me a bit. I
circled her only to find her fists in my face again....and again. Her hands
were just so fast, much faster than they looked from the stands. Here I was
duking it out with a mere girl. What kind of a tough guy fights girls anyway.
I rushed at her and hit her with a couple of punches that I thought surely
would stagger her. She just got a funny look on her faced and pressed on. I
don’t know if it was a left or a right or how the punch was thrown, but she
hit me with a shot that make my eyes roll in the back of my head. I saw a
flash of white light and then staggered backward. Amy came rushing at me and
hit me again and again right in the face. I put my hands up to defend myself
and she just kept swinging away. Two hard rights to my head and I fell to the
ground. This little 110 pound ball of fire knocked me right on my hard ass.
She walked calmly over to me and stood above me with her fists at the ready.
She bent over, exposing her massive cleavage. She grabbed me by the hair and
pulled me to my feet. She the proceeded to punch me up the stands. That’s
right, up the stands. Memorial Stadium had about 35 rows of seats and little
Miss Amy Daily punched me straight up the steps to the press box area. Her
punches beat off my face, chest and stomach with loud thuds that echoed in the
still night air. By the time we reached the top of the stands I was like a rag
doll in her hands. I started to sob, asking her to give me a break....I didn’t
know she was so tough. She said, "Oh, poor Teddy tough boy is crying now, you
were so tough before Teddy, what happened, getting something you never
expected?" I stood before her at the top of the stands....she took two steps
backward and lifted her bare right foot and drove it directly into my chest,
knocking me down the steps about 15 rows. I lay there with my head spinning as
I watched Amy slowly walk down the steps in her bare feet. She pulled me to my
feet and walked me down the remainder of the steps to field level. I was out
on my feet and she knew it. She threw me to the field and I sat on the grass
and wiped the tears from my eyes. "Oh, don't be embarrassed Teddy, I make all
the guys cry when I give them their beatings", said a very confident Amy.

I had given up all hope of beating Amy that night and my only hope was that
she was through using her fists and feet on me. Well, she would have been if
not for my pig headed sister, who couldn’t except the fact that we had been
beaten by the big titted teenager. Peggy took one look at my sorry beaten face
and got to her feet. Where she got the 12" steel pipe, I will never know, but
there it was in her hand. Amy said "Great, I thought my night was over, but
now I'll get my chance to knock you out Peggy". I just laid on the grass and
watched as my sister towered over the two fisted Amy. Peggy swung wide with
the pipe and Amy stopped her arm in midair. With her free hand she rocketed
three sharp punches into Peggy's already beaten face. Peggy staggered
backward, still holding onto the pipe. Amy sent a punch to the arm holding the
pipe and it went flying in the air. Peggy was now defenseless against the big
titted fitness girl. She backed away from Amy waiving her hands saying "No
more Amy, I've had enough, the pipe was my last chance at beating you,
please". Amy said "Peggy, people like you will never learn and that’s why I
have to teach you a lesson". Amy went after Peggy with both hands. As before,
I think she could have knocked Peggy out anytime she wanted. Peggy was crying
so hard she was screaming and the tears were pouring from her face. Finally
Amy backed her against a tackling sled and beat her mercilessly. A hard right
hand to the head spun Peggy away and she staggered against the tackling sled,
slowing sliding down to the ground. Amy calmly walked over to Peggy, kneeled
on the ground and sent two piston like punches to Peggy's chin. Her eyes
clicked shut and she was out, Amy had knocked my muscle bound sister out cold.

Amy then walked over to me, her breasts swaying to and fro. "Teddy, poor
Teddy, whatever will I do with you?", she said. I told her I didn’t want
anymore trouble and that I wouldn’t be bothering her anymore. She helped me to
my feet and walked me over to the bench. I slumped on the bench a beaten
wreck. She told me she was very angry about how we both came after her, and
that at the very least she felt I should be knocked out by her powerful fists.
I begged her not to use her fists on me anymore. She complied, and in fact
never hit me with her fists again. She walked over to me, and reached behind
her back to release her bra. The bra fell to the ground and her breasts just
didn’t move, they stood straight out. The largest firmest breasts that I had
ever seen or ever will see. Even though I was beaten to a pulp, I still could
feel an erection building in my pants. Amy stood about two feet from me and
lifted her right leg into the air, slapping my face with the bottom of her
foot....damn it hurt. She did the same thing with her left leg next. She
alternated legs as her breasts bounced wildly. She was slapping me out with
the soles of her feet. Faster and faster her feet flew and I began to cry
uncontrollably. Finally, having enough fun with me, she launched a hard
straight kick to my forehead which knocked my up off the bench to a standing
position. Once more similar upward kick to my chin sent me flying over the
bench. I fell to my back and my night of fighting was over.

I don’t know how we both got to the hospital, or who called the ambulance. We
told the police and anyone else who would listen, that we were beaten up by a
gang of local youths. The pictures sent to my Fathers house later that week
told a different story. There was Peggy being beaten about the field in
similar fashion to the beating our Aunts received last summer. My father was
outraged and when he saw the picture of Amy standing next to my prone body,
with her right bare foot on my chest, throwing a muscle pose in just her bra
and panties, well....he no longer speaks to me. I don’t know what I will do
about this humiliation. I must avenge my failure to beat Amy as soon as
possible, but that story must wait for another day.

**The End**