Debbie and the Sadie Hawkins Dance. By UncleSL An illustrated verion of this story is available at Special Interests I finally got permission to tell this story. She is looking over my shoulder now, laughing. Elements of this tale are true, as are some of the fight scenes. Her name isn't really Debbie, she is not blonde, but she is muscular, and tough. And, she loves to flex for me! We have been happily married for over 20 years now, and it gets better each day. We leave it to you to figure out the rest. 1. I have always been attracted to athletic women. Unfortunately, when I was growing up, the fitness craze had not yet started. Those of you reading this who are old enough to remember "Twiggy" will appreciate what I am talking about. There were very few muscular ladies about. Oh, you might catch an occasional article about the great Charronne Carpentier, or perhaps get a glimpse of a Circus Srongwoman, but, by and large it was slim pickings if a nicely muscled gal was your ideal. The upside of this is that I rarely lacked for dates. In High School, I would ask out girls who went out for track, swimming, or field hockey. Often I would luck out, as these ladies got few offers from guys who went for the softer women. I am not a bad looking dude, I keep myself in shape, and my folks raised me to be a gentleman, always treating a lady with respect. My Dad was grew up in Coney Island, a tough guy in his youth, and he taught me to use my fists. After 20 years in the military, he retired, and got a job as head of industrial security for a big company. Mom, on the other hand, was an attorney, a real trailblazer, as back then, there were few females in the legal field. She had a very strong, assertive personality, but was not in any way athletic. I don't know why a girl's muscles turn me on. I am not the submissive type, and have no desire to be dominated by some girl as big as Arnold. But, there is that undeniable something about a girl with muscle that just sends me. Most of the girls I dated were embarrassed by their muscles. Remember, it wasn't the "In" thing back then. I could occasionally get a gal to flex for me, but usually, the lady was uncomfortable doing it. Folks thought I was a bit strange, but harmless. I was teased about it by some of my classmates, but after a few fist fights, the teasing stopped. In High School, I hung around with a gal named Suzie. She was a strawberry blonde, had some decent biceps, and was a lot of fun. We almost went steady, but then she got into drugs, and dropped out of school. I had been seeing a girl named Maryanne in my Senior year at State College. We weren't really going steady, but dated out occasionally. Now this gal had some real muscle, not like the bodybuilders you see today, or even like the fitness ladies, but nice hard muscle nonetheless. Maryanne had a horse, and spent hours each day riding it, and then, what with the mucking out of the stables, and the carting of hay bales, she had nicely defined arms, very toned legs and ass, and a solid muscular stomach. She was tall, about 5 ft 10 inches and had long, jet black hair. I used to try and wrestle with her a bit, but she really didn't seem into it. She would flex for me occasionally, and once I even got to feel the hardness of her biceps, but she obviously felt self conscious. All in all, she was a nice girl, even though we never went farther than a bit of light petting. I guess she was saving herself for marriage, but I felt somewhat frustrated, after all, this was the flower generation, free sex and all, before Aids showed up. So, I had my eyes and options open. In early October the College held a Sadie Hawkins Dance. I'm sure some of you remember those, you know, the girl asks the guy to go, you all dress up like Little Abner and Daisy Mae, and drink your moonshine out of a jug like Snuffy Smith. Maryanne asked me to go, and I accepted. I was hanging by my car, in the deserted parking lot. Waiting for her as she had a late class, when Debbie A---- came walking up to me. Debbie was a cheerleader. I remember the way she looked to this day. 5 ft 7 inches, Blonde, with that orange tinted coppery skin that some blondes get, and blue eyes. A very cute number indeed, although a bit more busty than I usually went for! Anyway, to my surprise, Debbie stopped, and asked me to go to the dance with her. I told her that I was honored by her thinking of me, but that I was already spoken for. "Perhaps another time" I began, but she cut me off. "Who asked you?" She inquired. "Maryanne", I replied. "She asked me yesterday." "Well, get her to break the date! I've had my eye on you all Semester, and was waiting to ask you to this dance. You've dated my girlfriends Connie, and Valerie, but you never asked me out." "I thought you were going out with one of the football players. Never thought us Rugby bums rated a cheerleader! Besides, Deb, I already agreed to go with Maryanne." "I broke up with him, so no problem there. Why don't you just tell your scrawny Maryanne that you are going to the dance with me?" "Told you, I gave my word, and besides, don't call her scrawny, she is very strong. I admire that in a woman." Debbie said "Yeah, Connie told me about that, you feeling her muscles and all. Well, if you like biceps so much, check this out." With that, she rolled back her sleeve and flexed her right arm. I loudly sucked air as her smoothly toned arm developed a lump. As she kept on flexing, that lump grew and grew into one of the nicest biceps I had ever seen. My hand was drawn to that muscle like a moth to a candle. "Care to feel it?" She said, relaxing and flexing it several times to make the muscle dance. "Wow, Debbie, that is awesome! And hard too! I think your biceps are almost as big as Maryannes'." "Leave that skank out of this! My girlfriends told me that you like muscles on a gal, and I'm a gal who likes being muscular." She drove the point home by flexing her other arm. The left bicep was if anything a bit larger than the right, with good definition. Darn if I wasn't getting hard! I had both hands on her arms, and was drawing her closer to me, and she had a grin on her lips. I leaned down to kiss that grin, when I heard a voice behind me. "And what the hell is going on here?" It was Maryanne, and she looked mad. I let go of Debbie, and stepped back. "Well, Maryanne, It's like this" I began, but Debbie cut me off again. (She tended to do that a lot.) "He is going to the dance with me, you scag, so get lost!" "Over my dead body." Snarled Maryanne. "That can be arranged." Said Debbie as she threw a hard punch into the big girls' stomach. As I said before, Maryanne had some tight abs, but she wasn't expecting the punch, and Debbies' fist dug in deeply, winding her. Debbie kicked Maryanne in the ass, and knocked her off her feet. Then she stood there, fists clenched daring Maryanne to get up. I was expecting Maryanne to kick Debbies' butt, what with her being four inches taller, and probably stronger, but it didn't quite turn out that way. Maryanne slowly got back on her feet, and Debbie quickly moved in, and began firing rapid punches to Maryannes' stomach. Maryanne had tightened up her abs this time, so although the blows obviously hurt, she stayed on her feet. She threw a few wild punches at Debbie, but the blonde either blocked or slipped them. Then Debbie started working on Maryannes' face. Maryanne took a brutal punch to her left eye, and when she raised her arms to protect her face, Debbie shifted downstairs and buried her fist in the bigger girl's firm breast. That punch put Maryanne down again, and she lay on the grass crying. "C'mon bitch, get up and fight." Taunted Debbie. When Maryanne made no move to stand, Debbie dove on her. "If you want to wrestle, I'll be happy to oblige!" Debbie had quickly and easily broken Maryannes' will to fight, and completely dominated the bigger girl. She ended up with both legs wrapped around the waist of the raven haired lass. I was amazed at the way the muscles stood out in bold relief on Debbies' thighs and calves as she applied more and more pressure. Maryanne was crying, and had stopped resisting, so I went over and pulled Debbie off. "Wait, Mort, I'm not quite done yet." With that, Debbie got on top of Maryanne, and pinned her arms with those sexy tanned muscular legs. She slowly flexed her pumped left bicep, and tweaked Maryannes' nose with her right hand. "So who is taking him to the dance bitch?" "Maryanne was crying, but she said "You." Debbie got off my beaten girlfriend, and came over to give me a kiss. "Hope you liked the show, Mort. Look at my muscles now!" Man, those biceps were really pumped, and had grown bigger and harder than anything I'd ever had my hands on. "Milady, I would be honored to be your date for the Dance." I politely announced. "But, now, I need to drop her off. Could we get together later?" "Dump her in the back seat, I'll ride in front with you." I helped Maryanne to her feet, and assisted her to the car, then gathered up her books. Maryanne asked me to drop her at the stables, and when we got there, I asked Debbie to wait in the car. I carried Maryanne's books over to her stall, and helped her get cleaned up. "I'm sorry dear, I'd better go out with her, I don't want her beating you up again. If you want to learn a few moves, give me a call." "I'll get her next time." Moaned Maryanne. "I'm sure you will, dear" I said unconvincingly, and kissed her on the cheek, then walked back to my car and Debbie. We went for a drive, and stopped to walk in a local park. "So, tell me, Deb. Where did you learn to fight like that?" I asked. Debbie replied that she had three older brothers who used to wrestle her, and had given her some pointers about fist fighting. "Cool! I do admire a girl that can take care of herself, as you obviously can. Bet you could have beaten me if you got those legs of yours locked around me. Your legs are magnificent! Guess it comes from all that jumping around you do as a cheerleader." "Doesn't the idea of losing a wrestle with me threaten you?" Asked Debbie. "Why should it? I replied. I know how to take care of myself, but I also know that no matter how good I am, there is always gonna be someone out there who can take me." "But, I'm a girl." Said Debbie. "I noticed." I laughed. "And a very beautiful and a very tough girl indeed. I admire a strong, assertive woman. I need a gal that can stand up to me. I have a rather strong personality, and I guess what I am looking for is a girl who can be my equal. I imagine that girl will be better than me in some things, and I will be better at others. But, as to feeling threatened, no, not at all. It wouldn't make me feel less of a man." "Connie and Valerie were right about you, Mort. You aren't a macho guy like my ex boyfriend, but you are no sissy either. That's nice, I don't want a man who likes being pushed around. And strutting macho types like my old boyfriend bore me. All full of themselves, needing to put me down to make them feel big. But now, how would you like to feel the muscles in these legs?" "You know I would, Deb!" I started to reach down towards her thigh, but she grasped my hand and pulled me off the path and into the woods. "I had something else in mind, Mort." She whispered. "Oh, you want to wrestle?" I asked. "I would enjoy that." She smiled, and said "I think I've had enough wrestling for one day. The problem is that fighting always makes me so darn horny! I hope you have some protection." "Never leave home without it." I replied, but I have a confession to make. Now don't laugh. But, this will be my first time." "You're joking. But you were dating. . . Oh, she is a bit of a prude, isn't she. Never mind, I promise to be gentle, heh heh! Besides, this way, I can break you in right. Hey, you do seem a bit nervous, here, put your hand on my bicep, that should get you in the mood." A few moments of caressing that gorgeous muscle had the desired effect. I forgot to be nervous, but exulted in the sleek flow of muscle under her silky skin. "As smooth as satin, as hard as ice!" I exclaimed wonderingly. "You seem to have a bit of the poet in you, Mort, but the time for talk has passed." (Remember the flower generation, Dear Reader? Well, I was just about to join it! I will leave the rest to your fertile imagination. Let it suffice to say, that your author rose to the occasion-several times! After all, I was twenty one!) Afterwards, we lay on the grass, and I ran my hands over her smoothly muscled thighs. "Very nice, milady. Hope I rate a repeat performance?" She looked up at me and giggled, then moved my hand and taught it to massage another muscle at the V of her legs. I was an apt pupil, and learned rapidly. "You know," she said, "You are a strange guy. Most guys are put off by an aggressive woman, that's why I broke up with my boyfriend. You on the other hand, seem to like it." "Well, like I said, I'm not submissive, If I wrestle with you, I want you to try and win. If you do, I will just have to try harder next time. If I win, you have your work cut out for you. Losing would not make me any less of a man, and you know, I find the idea of wrestling a woman to be very erotic." "I think my girlfriends were right about you. You are a nice guy, and you treat a woman with respect. I heard what you told ole Maryanne, you are a real gentleman. I think I'll have to keep you around for a while. But wait till Val and Connie find out that I popped your cherry!" "Oh boy, there goes my reputation." I groaned theatrically, then looked at her and laughed. She laughed too, and said that I needed to build a new reputation. She sat up, raised her arms, and flexed her arms at me. "Maybe this will help." It did! I began to run my hands over those delicious biceps, worked my way to her breasts, and down to her thighs. Spreading them, I went to work with my mouth. I soon had her groaning again, and when she came, those magnificent legs seemed to burst with muscle. "Where did you learn that?" She gasped. "Remember, Deb, I am a gentleman, I never kiss and tell, but I DO have a reputation to uphold." "Enough with the reputation business!" She commanded. Then, she rolled over on top and pinned me with a kiss. I worked my hands free, and began caressing her muscular thighs and butt. It began growing dark, So I drove her back to her dorm, and went to mine. I took a shower and went to sleep. Next morning I woke up. Maybe the whole thing had been a dream. Everything seemed normal. I got through my morning classes, then out of habit walked over to the park bench where I would meet Maryanne for lunch. She wasn't there. I sat down and waited. After 15 minutes or so, I got up to walk over to the cafeteria and grab a burger or something. While I was walking, I felt a light tap on my shoulder. I turned around, and saw Debbie standing there with Connie and Valerie. She stepped up and kissed me lightly on the cheek. "Hello, Lover boy. Where have you been?" "Gosh, Debbie, I thought it was a dream." I replied. "No," she replied, "my insides are too sore for a dream. But maybe this will being you back to reality." Debbie was wearing a short sleeved blouse. She left arm was full of books, so she raised her right, and slowly flexed her muscle. I had a silly grin on my face as her bicep expanded. I was reaching out to touch it when I heard an "Ahem." I looked over towards Connie and Val, and they were both smiling and flexing at me too! The two girls had nice arms, after all, I had dated them, but it usually took a lot of asking to get a flex. Maybe Debbie had put the word in. I had a foolish smile on my face as I stepped over and ran my hand lightly on those small but shapely biceps. "Have I died and gone to Heaven?" I wondered aloud. "No, you are still here on earth." Said Debbie. "But, I figured you might want a little something to tide you over till this afternoon." "Heck I have Rugby practice after class today." I said. "No problem," replied Debbie, we can wait." We? I took her books and added them to my pile, and the four of us went to lunch. There was a certain amount of giggling between the girls, and I felt my ears redden. That afternoon, I was running on the field, when I heard my name called. I glanced over to the sidelines and discovered I had a cheering section. Distracted, I got knocked on my ass as the guys ran thru me. I was winded, but got up and continued to play. We took a break and I ran over to the girls. "You aren't hurt are you?" worried Debbie. You guys aren't wearing padding like the football jocks do." "No, I've been hit harder than that." I replied. You ladies want to get out of here? Practice is bout over." The four of us were on the outskirts of the field when I heard Debbie go "Oh, Shit!" I looked over my shoulder and saw her ex-boyfriend, Brian, and a couple of the other football jocks heading our way. "Just where do you think you are going with my girl, buddy?" He said. Debbie shrugged out of my arm and strutted up to him, hands on her hips. "I'm not your girl any more, Brian. Why can't you get that through your thick skull?" "I'll deal with you later, bitch." He said, and backhanded her across the face, knocking her off her feet. I rapidly closed the distance between us. "It's not polite to hit a lady, Brian. Maybe you would care to try me on for size?" Brian grinned at his buddies. This dude was six foot four, and a linebacker. He had a good 3 inches on me. He began posturing, and flexing his muscles. I knew this type. "Oh, a sissy rugger, huh? Well, I am going to chew you up and spit you out!" As he was busy working himself up into a rage, by showing off, and taunting me, I stepped in and threw a snap kick right between his legs. He went to his knees, and I tossed a roundhouse as hard as I could to the side of his jaw. He went down, hands still clutching his groin. I was moving in to finish him when my arms were pinned at my sides by one of his friends. His other pal was drawing back to punch me when Debbie jumped on his back and wrapped her arms around his neck in a choke hold. He lost all interest in me as Debbies' bulging forearm made his eyes bug out. He began to unwrap her arms from his neck, but her legs hunched up and locked around his waist. That's all I saw as the dude who held me was really putting on the pressure. I quickly found out that I had no chance of outmuscling this guy, hell with all those steroids, his arms were as big as my legs. Desperately, and in real pain, I stomped down on his left foot as hard as I could. This had the desired effect, and I spun around, ready to punch him in the neck, but, he was pretty tough, and grabbed me in another bearhug. My hands were free this time, though, so I cupped both hands and slapped his ears as hard as I could. Hope I busted his eardrums. Anyway, he let me go, shrieking in pain, and I finally got to throw a punch into his face. He went down, and I spun around. I saw old Brian struggling to his feet, and jumped forward with a standing high kick that would have done my high school Karate teacher proud. So much for Brian! I looked around and saw little Debbie had just about finished putting her opponent to sleep. Her skirt was bunched up around her waist, and I winced as her thighs bulged with those incredible muscles standing out in bold relief. Debbie had somehow managed to work her legs up around his neck. But I had missed the action, being rather occupied myself at the moment. The above fight took less time than it takes to read it. Connie and Valerie must have run for help, cuz, next thing I know, I was surrounded by the rest of the Rugby team. Walking over to Debbie, I tried to pull her off her semi-comatose victim. It took a bit of a struggle to calm her down. She finally got up on shaky legs. I had to support her, and we strolled over to her ex, who was curled up in a fetal position, tears running down his face. "Brian, I told you it was not nice to hit a lady, perhaps you had better apologize. Or, I could let her loose on you. You saw what she did to your friend, and he is bigger than you. Conversely, sissy boy here might just give you another lesson in showing the proper respect for women. What's it gonna be dude?" Well, he looked around for sympathy, but found none. He just couldn't believe that Debbie and I had demolished the three of them. Brian mumbled out an apology, and Debbie told him to clear out. I told her that I would probably have to fight the rest of the football team, but she just giggled, and said to remember that she and Val were cheerleaders. "If any of them so much look at you the wrong way, Hon, the whole team won't get any more, ever." She grinned. The fellows on the rugby team were patting me on the back, but I reminded them that it had been little Debbie that took out the biggest guy all by herself. "Wasn't for this beautiful lady here, you guys would have been scraping me off the grass right now. Maybe now you dudes will see why I appreciate a lady with muscle. I love the way it looks, but just see what a gal can do with it!" Debbie had a great sense of timing, and chose right then to go into a double bicep flex. I noticed several thoughtful faces among my friends, and hoped we had made a few converts. She sure looked fine, standing there flexing on the grass that afternoon. Even with the angry bruise that marred the right side of her face, she was a vision of triumphant female muscle. We bid my pals adieu, and strolled to my car. "I was real worried." Said Connie. "Me too!" piped up Valerie. "Where did you guys learn to fight like that?" "Ladies, my dad taught me about people like Brian. There were lots of wise guys in Coney Island when he was a kid. Also, he was busy psyching himself up, like they do before a football game. Well, I knew that I was no match for him in the strength department, so, I figured I had better get in the first punch. As Dad always says, If you're gonna fight, fight! Don't talk. He used to be in the Airborne Rangers, and taught me some unarmed combat stuff. I also made it to Green Belt in Karate, back in high school, although I haven't kept up with it. But I am more impressed with Debbie here! She kept that big dude from demolishing me when my hands were held, and then she went on to put the guy down. Now that was something!" Debbies' eyes were shining as she wrapped both muscular arms around my neck and pulled me slowly down for a kiss. Her voice was choked with emotion as she looked at Connie and Val and said " I think I am going to keep this one, girls. I may share him, but you two will have to find your own! You shouldn't have let him get away. " Share??????? By this time, it was getting late, and I had a Friday exam to study for, So I dropped the ladies at their dorm (Or was it a sorority, I forget.), and went back to crack the books. Friday dawned, and I got up and stumbled off to the shower. The significance of what had happened finally sank in. The girl I was dating had outfought one of the football jocks. Wow!. Then reality reared it's ugly head. I had my doubts that Debbie and Valerie would be able to keep me from getting jumped and beaten to a pulp by the entire defensive line. I resolved to step lightly, and keep a sharp lookout. Maybe the whole thing would settle down. Ah the folly of youth. That morning I received a note to see the football coach. I went to his office my first free period, figuring I might be able to afford the retainer for a lawyer. Then I remembered that we had one in the family, things could be worse. The coach, of course was furious, and wanted to know what I had done to his players. "Sir, I was walking with Debbie A---. Your halfback Brian insulted her by calling her a bitch. Then he hit her and knocked her to the ground. I just could not stand by and see him hit a lady without doing something. Then he said he was going to hurt me, so I put him down. "And I suppose you beat up the other 2 also?" He said. "No, sir, only your guard. Debbie took out the Fullback." "Give me a break. You expect me to believe that a cheerleader beat up a 250 Lb football player?" "Well, coach, if you don't believe me, why not ask your niece Valerie, she was there too." "Alright, get out of here. You may hear from me again." I split out of the gym, but was intercepted by the football team captain and two of his cronies. I backed off to give myself some room, resolving not to go down without a struggle. I mean, really, it wasn't Billy Jack here, and I did not expect to get in another lucky punch. I went into a fighting stance, but Charlie, the Captain, held up his hands. "Hold on guy, we only want to talk. I spoke to Debbie this morning. Brian had it coming to him, and from what she said, sounds like the other two did also." Well this was a horse of a different color! I slightly relaxed my guard, but when he held his hand out, I bit the bullet, and shook with him. I heard a light clapping to my right and looked and saw Debbie and 3 or four of the other cheerleaders standing there. The girls sauntered over and Debbie wrapped her right arm around me. "I told you I would fix it." She whispered. "Besides, I don't want my property in a damaged condition." We said "Later" to the other folks and I decided to cut Physics and take an early lunch. "Property?" I questioned. "Any objections?" She said, flexing her free arm at me. I tore my eyes from that rock hard bicep, and looked her in the face.(God! She had one awesome shiner!) "No, Milady, but remember, that it's a two way street. You are my property too!" We both started laughing as I dug in my pocket. I pulled out a mood ring. (Very popular in the 60's. The stone was supposed to change color according to your mood) "I picked up a little something for you this morning. Hope you like it." She squealed as I put it on her finger, then wrapped those muscular arms around me and lifted me off my feet and spun me around. Debbie was strong, I weigh 195 lbs! "Easy Girl, that's not the Hope diamond there!" The way she kissed me made me wish we were off campus. Then she reached into her purse and pulled out a P.O.W. bracelet and put it on me. I have it to this day. Well, after yesterdays' little incident, things were somewhat different on Campus. For one thing, the whole darn cheerleading squad showed up at our Saturday Rugby game. For another, it grew easy for me to see or feel a bicep. It became sort of a game for us. If I saw a girl I thought might have a nice arm, Debbie would go over and talk to her, and usually get her to flex. I was in a constant state of arousal, but surprisingly my grades did not suffer. I guess my brain was being stimulated too. Debbie and I started wrestling, and she enjoyed it as much as I did. We would walk deep in the woods behind the campus and go at it. I won my share of matches, but lost some too, fair and square. If she ever locked those legs around me, it was all over. The sex got better and better too. I think we kept the Trojan company in business! All in all, the happiest month of my life to that time. In any event, it soon came to be the day of the Sadie Hawkins Dance. I put on my Little Abner outfit, and drove over to pick up my Daisy Mae. She looked very fetching in a sleeveless yellow, black polka dot blouse, a strategically ripped short black denim skirt, and bare feet. Her bare arms and legs looked real good, and the blouse had been torn to better display her cleavage. "My lady, you look like a real hillbilly in that getup." I said as I walked around and opened the car door for her. "Only if hillbilly girls have arms like this!" She replied, going into a flex for me. "Besides, technically, I am a hillbilly." Those arms! The hairs on her tanned forearms were bleached by the sun. Her biceps were beautiful, and seemed bigger and harder than ever! I ran my hands over her lemon sized biceps, well defined triceps and caressed her as I kissed her lightly on the lips. Well, that was not sufficient for my lady! She locked her hands around my neck, pulled me down, and ground her firm, strong bosom into my chest, as her demanding tongue forced its way into my mouth. We finally broke for air, and I glanced at my watch. It was still to early to go to the dance, so I asked her if she was in the mood for a walk in the woods. Her smile was all the answer I needed, so we strolled to our little clearing. I was just unrolling an old army blanket I'd picked up, when we heard the sound of a horse trotting through the woods. I didn't think anything of it as our little hideaway was near a trail that people from the nearby stable used. The sound grew closer and I looked up to see Maryanne come riding up on her Arabian. I waved at her, expecting she would continue on, but she stopped, dismounted, and came walking over. I had my arm around Debbie, and I felt her tense up. "Hey, Mare, how have you been?" I asked. I didn't drop by for a chat with you, Mort. I was looking for your little floozy here." "Better watch your mouth, girl, or you just might get a repeat of what happened to you the last time we tangled." Said my girl. "That's why I'm here, bitch! I spent the last month getting ready for this. Now keep clear, Mort, my problem is not with you right now, though how you could leave me for a droop titted runt like this is beyond me." Debbie was spitting mad. "Droop titted runt huh? My chest is solid muscle, and at least I have some breasts, not like you." "Ladies, calm down!" I began, but they both shouted "Shutup!" at me and went on posturing. Dad always says, "If you're gonna fight, fight, don't talk. Then, I realized that some of the posing was for my benefit. I decided to keep out of this one. I leaned against a tree, and licked my lips. I had watched the news yesterday. They were covering an anti-war demonstration. One of the hippies was saying that violence never solved anything. I beg to differ. Ask Napoleon. Ask Hannibal. Or ask Debbie and Maryanne! Maryanne must have really been smarting from her earlier defeat by Debbie. She pulled off her loose blouse and revealed a white tank top that barely covered her small breasts, leaving her arms and stomach bare. It looked like she had put on some muscle in the last month. Maryanne had been more muscular than Debbie the last time they fought, and she appeared to be even bigger now. She proved me right by flexing her left arm at Debbie. An angry lump of hard looking bicep erupted upwards from her arm. I would guess her biceps were around 13+ inches. (This from the girl who was embarrassed to flex for me less than 5 weeks ago!) "I can carry two haybales in each hand now, Mort. Bet your little cheerleader here would have a hard time with one." "I got more than enough muscle to deal with a bitch like you." Snarled Debbie, as she flexed her own impressive arms. To tell the truth, Maryanne had a good inch of muscle over Debbie in the biceps department, and what with a four inch height advantage, and legs of steel from months of riding, I began to worry that my blonde amazon might be outclassed. Then I remembered how she had handled that football jock, and decided to relax and enjoy the show. Remember folks, this was the early 70's, and these two ladies, would not be considered heavily muscled by todays' standards. But, back then, they were amazons! In any event, Debbie finally got tired of all the talk. She stepped in and threw a right cross to Maryannes' midsection. Debbie should have remembered their first fight. Maryanne had a solid, muscular stomach, and if the punch hurt, she showed no sign. Debbie did not back out of range fast enough, and Maryannes' counter punch caught her on the side of the jaw. It hit with enough force to knock the blonde off her feet. Maryanne dove on Debbie, but Deb managed to get both feet up, and kicked out, this, combined with Maryannes motion served to flip the bigger girl over Debbies' head. She landed boobs first on the grass. She was slow to regain her feet, allowing Debbie time to get up also. The fight went into a different stage at this time. It was obvious to me that Debbie was wary of Maryannes' superior strength and reach. She went almost entirely defensive, trying to block the black haired girls' punches with her forearms, or ducking them. Rarely, she would jab out at Maryannes' face or boobs, but mostly she stayed in her defensive crouch. It sure looked like someone had given Maryanne a few boxing lessons, but Debbie was more experienced. The taller girl was growing frustrated at her inability to land a solid punch. She began snarling at Debbie, "C'mon and fight, bitch!" Debbie maintained her crouch. "What's the matter, you tired out already?" Debbie threw a few light jabs at Maryanne, and one got through, tagging her in the left eye. Maryanne shrieked in pain and rage, and charged forward to grapple with the blonde. The smaller girl sidestepped and stuck her foot out, tripping Maryanne, and causing her to hit the grass again. Debbie backed out of harms way, her tactics now clear. She was attempting to make the stronger girl wear herself out. She turned towards me and smiled, and flexed her left arm as Maryanne pulled herself off the ground. Debbie looked fresh and bouncy, while my old girlfriend looked much the worse for wear. Debbie made beckoning motions, and went into another flex. I was a bit perturbed with her for clowning around in the middle of a fight, but she knew what she was doing. Maryanne was enraged and charged forward again. This time, Debbie kicked out in what looked suspiciously like a cheerleader move. Her muscled leg was a blur and her foot caught Maryanne in the side, causing her to stumble. Debbie was on her in a flash, peppering her face and breasts with stinging punches. Maryanne swung out wildly, all pretense at technique gone. One wild punch connected with Debbies cheek, making her see spots. Instinctively raising her guard to protect her face, Debbie was wide open for Maryanne's right fist, which dug deeply into her muscular stomach. Debbies' breath went out with a whoosh, and she bent over gagging. Maryanne yanked her upright by the hair and pinned her arms, lifting the blonde off her feet in a bearhug. Debbie desperately tried to break the hold, but was unable to gain any leverage Her biceps were covered by the larger, bulging muscles of the Black haired girl. Maryanne was slowly crushing the strength out of the smaller blonde. Debbie's face grew red, and she was finding it almost impossible to draw a breath. It looked as if Maryanne had won the test of strength, and would soon finish the blonde beauty. Debbie, in a last attempt to break the hold, hunched her legs upwards over Maryannes' hips, locked her ankles and began to apply pressure. The confident smirk disappeared from Maryanne's face as Debbies' thighs began to expand with muscle, muscle that dug into her strong stomach from the sides. She arched her back and tried to tighten her stomach muscles. This proved to be a mistake as it enabled Debbie to grab a badly needed breath of air, invigorating her, and letting her increase the pressure. Maryanne was still supporting the two of them, but the tide had turned. She released her bearhug, and tried to push Debbie away placing her hands on the blondes' shoulders. Debbie got her arms inside of Maryannes, and twisted them up and over. Her biceps bulged quite impressively as she forced Maryannes' arms to her sides. Then, maintaining her hold with her legs, she arched her back, and to my surprise, she began twisting her torso, smashing her firm breasts into the face of her opponent. Maryanne withstood three or four of these slaps, and then the combination of Debbies' thighlock, and solid boobs had the desired effect. She collapsed to the ground, with Debbie at her side. Debbie had managed to keep hold on one of Maryannes' big arms, leaving the taller girl with only one hand free to try and pry those killer legs apart. History repeated itself as I was again forced to pull Debbie off the exhausted Brunette before she caused some real damage. I kissed my triumphant Amazon, raised her hand in victory, and went over to see if Maryanne was OK. Well, she wouldn't be winning any beauty contests for a while, but I didn't think there was any lasting damage. I helped her to her feet, and was rewarded for my efforts when she uncorked a sledgehammer roundhouse that barely missed my jaw, and spun her around. She lost her footing, and went down again. "Now, that is quite enough." I said. "You lost, and I think you had best get up on your horse and ride on out. I want nothing to do with you, so please leave." Debbie was there now, and I had to grab her, before Maryanne really got messed up. Wisely deciding that discretion was the better part of valor, the bigger girl shambled over to her horse, mounted, and rode off. That was the last time I ever saw her. She transferred to a different school the next Monday. I gave my lady a lusty kiss. Her Daisy Mae outfit had been shredded, so she tied the blouse up, making a halter top. There was enough left of her skirt to keep her barely decent. Looking at my watch, I remarked that it was about time to head to the dance. She grabbed me by the arm, flipped me to the ground and sat on my stomach. "So, we will be late! Remember the effect a good fight has on me?" I smiled, ran my hands over her tight body, and submitted to the inevitable. She slipped out of her rags, and was reaching for my trousers when I trapped her hands in mine. "Debbie, you really impressed me today. Now, relax, and let me show my respect." I worked my hands under her muscular ass, lifted her to my face, and put my tongue to work. "This is a funny way to show respect, but who am I to complain?" joked Debbie as she locked those rock hard thighs round my ears. We finally made it to the dance. Debbie won the best costume award, and I had to do some explaining to Connie and Val, that it wasn't me that gave her the shiner. Debbie explained the whole thing before I got into trouble with the rest of the cheerleaders. Debbie and I went out for some air. "Hey, milady, I really got a charge out of when you were hitting her with your breasts. Where the heck did you learn to do that?" Never seen anything like that before. Not even Suzie could do that." "Suzie, who is Suzie?" She asked. "Oh, just a girl I went to high school with. Blonde, kinda muscular. She always said that she had the most muscular chest in the state. Suzie was a tomboy, and I'd wrestle with her once in a while, but it never went anywhere. She got into a bad crowd, drugs and all. Guess she's a hippy now. "Lucky for her." Said Debbie, taking my free hand, and placing it on her full firm breast. "Squeeze." She commanded. "Are you kidding?" I said. Now, a nicely turned arm is the first thing on a lady that catches my eye, but I also appreciate the whole package. And Debbies' package was quite impressive! I squeezed lightly, not wanting to hurt her. "Squeeze, I said!" Said Debbie again. I increased the pressure. It must have started to hurt, because she arched her back slightly and tensed her pecs. Her breast seemed to harden with muscle, gaining some size, lifting slightly, and pushing my fingers out until they barely dented the surface of that superb orb. For some reason, that affected me as much as feeling a bicep did. I told her so, and she smiled. "Mort, I have something to ask you." She said. "Ask away, milady!" "Well, the way we are getting on and all, I was thinking that you and I might consider a more permanent relationship." She said in a soft voice. "Are you proposing to me?" I said in a wondering voice. "Well, I was going to ask if you wanted to get an apartment together or something, but if you put it that way, Yes!" She replied firmly. "Debbie, in the past few months, I have grown to love and respect you. I find your personality, and intelligence as much of a turn on as your body." I dropped to my knee. "Milady, I accept your proposal, and ask you to accept mine. I can not imagine another woman who would be able to please me as you do, and pledge to devote myself to your happiness." She pulled me to my feet, with a smile on her lips, lifted me off the ground, all 190 pounds of me, spun me around, and kissed me soundly. When the fireworks stopped, I lifted her, and did the same. We went back to the dance, arm in arm. Life was sweet! The next day, I called my folks, and they told me to invite her out for Christmas Break. The next few months were like a dream. Inspired by my lady, my grades improved drastically, and when the recruiters came by, we both received job offers at the same hospital. Did I ever mention that I was going for a degree in physical therapy, or that when Debbie graduated, she would be a LPN? We got an apartment together, off campus. I picked up some free weights, and we would work out together, and had a lot of fun wrestling. That girl kept me on my toes! When I won, she would satisfy me first, flexing her muscles at my command, and, when she defeated me, I had to practice my massage technique on her. Once I had worked on every muscle in that luscious body, and had her totally relaxed, I would bring my tongue into play until she was content. I taught her some of my Karate moves, and we did a bit of light sparring. Debbie had a real good punch, and was faster than me too, So, I needed to be alert. If I wasn't, she could put me on my butt. We grew more and more content with each others company, and although we didn't neglect our friends, or activities, we spent a lot of time by ourselves. Connie and Val were over a lot, and even started working out with us once in a while. I was fascinated by how strong her breasts were. She would lay on her back, put a 5 pound weight on one of her boobs, and slowly flex her pecs, lifting the weight a good 2 inches. Debbie had gained about one half inch of good solid muscle in her arms by the time Christmas break rolled around. We decided to spend part of the time with my folks in New York, and then visit her parents in the Blue Ridge Mountains for the remainder. It was a cold blustery day when we got off the train in Penn Station. We had a few hours to kill before the bus upstate would leave, so I took her on a quick tour of Central Park. As we were walking along, one of those horse and buggys came barreling by- without a driver. Debbie raised her right hand, and said something. She had a muffler around her face, to protect from the cold, so I couldn't understand the words. Then she stepped out almost in the path of that charging horse, grabbed for the reins, and the darn thing stopped and stood there docilely. "Shit!" I exclaimed. "Debbie, you could have been killed!" "No," she replied, "I have always had a way with animals." By this time, the carriage driver had come running up. He was so grateful that he offered us a ride around the park. Secure in my ladys' muscular arms (Yes, I could even feel em through the overcoat.), I thought no more on her strange behavior. Well, we wandered back to the Port Authority bus terminal, and caught our ride upstate. It was evening when we arrived, and my folks were waiting at the bus station to collect us. Introductions were in order, and we got settled in at home. I built a nice fire in the old stone fireplace while Debbie changed. She soon emerged from the guest room, looking demure and proper in a white turtleneck and slacks. Her long blonde hair was tied back with a black velvet ribbon. We sat down to a late dinner. As expected, and as I had warned her, my mom gave her the third degree. Mom used her lawyer skills, and I noted approval in her eyes, as Debbie was in fact a very intelligent girl, quite able to hold her own in the thrust and parry of their conversation. Dad looked at me and winked. He was a great teaser, often able to fluster other girls I had dated, and make them blush. Well, that did not work on Debbie. She soon had them enthralled as she related the tale of the two of us fighting the three football jocks. Mom, of course was worried about any legal complications, but Dad just looked at me, and asked if I had started the fight. My reply was that although I had not started it, I had gotten in the first punch. Brian slapping Debbie had been the catalyst. "And you expect us to believe that this little girl put down a football player all on her own?" Said Dad. He had always wanted me to go out for football, and had been a bit disappointed that I'd chosen Rugby instead-until he saw his first Rugby game. "Dad, she is very strong." I began, but when Debbie rolled back her sleeve and asked my father if he would care to arm wrestle, I nearly died. I figured we had blown it for sure. Dad was a Coney Island boy, of course, and he could not resist that challenge. They locked arms as mom looked on horrified. I said " 1,2,3, go!" and the battle was joined. Now, Dad was in his late 50's, ex-military, and still in good shape. He ran every day, and worked out at a gym his company maintained. They struggled for over a minute, and then he got a slight advantage and slowly put her arm to the table. I knew from the size and shape of her biceps, that she was not holding back, but had been trying with everything she had. He leaned over, kissed her on the cheek, then lifted her up in a hug. "Son," he said, "don't you dare let this girl get away! She fought for you." "My sentiments exactly, Sir!" He put her back in the chair, and said "Welcome to the family." Mom also went over, kissed her, and said "welcome" too. She told me that Debbie had a very agile mind, and that I had better treat her right. " She seems a lot smarter than those girls you used to bring around, dear. By the way, your friend Suzie was asking about you last week. She is working over at Freds' garage, pumping gas. Girls these days!" I walked over to Debbies' chair, and began to rub her shoulders. Debbie said that my Dad was pretty strong. "And he taught you to fight too, huh?" Dad allowed that he had taught me to walk away from a fight, but that when a fight was unavoidable, to make sure that I won it." Then he offered to show her a few moves. The two of them were smiling at each other, and I had no doubt that they would have gone down to the basement right then and there, but Mom firmly announced that it was late, and fighting lessons could just wait till the morning. Dad winked at us, and Debbie winked back. He burst out laughing. Ah, son, If I was only 30 years younger. I would give you a run for your money!" Mom laughed at that, grabbed him by the ear and led him off to bed. As I have said, mom was not athletic in any way, but the force of her personality was awesome! We sat at the table for a while, talking, and then went up to bed. "I think you have made a few conquests milady." I said. "Your folks are nice. I hope you get along as well with my family, they are a bit strange." Busy with my head between her thighs, I did not pick up on that one. Later, as we lay side by side, my hand resting lazily on her left bicep, she remarked that maybe we could go for a drive tomorrow. Seems she wanted to meet my friend Suzie. "Suzie?" I said. "Suzie" she replied, flexing her pecs, making her breasts dance and harden with muscle. "Oh, that Suzie." I responded, and she climbed on top of me and smothered me between her magnificent orbs. This should be interesting. Then, as my body responded to her expert ministrations, all thoughts of Suzie were banished. We woke late, and I went down to make her breakfast in bed, a habit I'd gotten into over the past few months. Heck, I like to cook. Both my folks were off at work. Mom took the bus into the city every day, and Dad had a 30 minute commute to the research facility where he was head of industrial security. I carried a tray, loaded with juice, eggs, coffee, toast, bacon, etc. up to the bedroom, and woke her with a kiss. I blew steam from the fragrant coffee towards her, and she went "mmmmm", and stretched like a panther. I took the time to revel in the smooth play of muscles under her skin, then got to work buttering her toast, and generally treating her as a queen. We finished breakfast, she went to the bathroom to wash up, and came out in her birthday suit. Catching my eye, she went into a double biceps flex, and announced that she was ready for some dessert. Guess I was a little slow on the uptake, or still befuddled by that vision of glorious muscle I had just witnessed. "Dessert? Who has dessert after breakfast?" "I do." She exclaimed, and pounced on me! Well, she pinned my arms, and then began slowly working her way down my belly, tickling me with her tongue all the way! I was treated to an awesome blowjob, and after I returned to the world of the living, remarked that turnaround was fair play. Flipping myself on top of her I reciprocated, and soon had her shuddering and moaning with pleasure. Having had a bit of experience with her antics, I managed to get my head free just as she came, and avoided her clamping down on my head and squeezing me out. It had happened before, and would probably happen again. Around noon, we finally got dressed, and went for a drive. It was snowing lightly, and the Xmas lights made for a festive scene. I drove her past my old high school, and we turned on the highway. Intending to take her to the county park for a walk, I was startled when she told me to stop at Freds' Garage. Lost in memories, I had quite forgotten about Suzie, but, Debbie evidently had not. I pulled into a parking spot, and we walked over to the booth. Sure enough, Suzie came charging out, and gave me a big hug. She looked a right proper grease monkey, she did, but still had that Elfin quality I found so endearing when we were younger. Sue was wearing several sweatshirts over bluejeans, and her strawberry blonde hair was pinned up under a watch cap. Still, her eyes were clear. Maybe she had gotten off the drugs. Never had any use for that stuff. Even though almost everyone was at least doing grass in High School, I never did. And, luckily, Debbie had no use for the stuff either. I told her once that a lady like her was all the drug I would ever need. Besides, I needed all my facilities in good operating order to keep up with her. In any event, I introduced the two of them. They seemed to take to each other at once. Sue invited us into the booth, and took off several layers of sweats. She poured us a coffee, and we began the business of catch up. I asked her if she was free for dinner that night, and we agreed to meet at one of the local bars when she got off from work. Fred came out and asked her to give a hand with a repair job, so we took off to the park. Later that afternoon, we dropped into the old watering hole, and Sue showed up, late as usual. She looked quite presentable in a soft pink blouse and black slacks. I asked the ladies what they wanted, and got a few brews. Sue turned to Debbie and asked if I ever tried to wrestle with her. "He was always a strange one in school, you know. Dated all the girl jocks, and tried to get them to flex for him. I was the only girl that ever pinned him, fair and square." "So were you guys an item in high school?" asked my lady. "Naah, not really," said Sue. We dated some, but I had other interests, and got into drugs, went off to live on a commune, you know, the whole nine yards." "Mom told me you were working for Fred now, what's up?" I asked. "Well, after I finally woke up, 2 years had passed. Now, I am saving for college, and getting myself back together. Even started taking Tae Quan Do again. Took a long time to get back into the swing of things." She turned to me. "Hey Mort, remember when I got blasted at the Oasis club, and started throwing reverse roundhouse kicks at Carole? We were just joking around, but my focus was off, and I connected with her. Heh, heh! Thought they were going to toss me in jail for that one for sure." "Yeah!" I said, We started calling her "Sluggo" after that little episode. Suzie here was one tough lady in high school." "I'm still tough, Mort. Working for Fred has gotten me back in shape. She pulled back the sleeve of her left arm and flexed a very impressive bicep. Now, Suzie was carrying a bit more bodyfat than Debbie, her muscle wasn't as cut as my ladys', but it looked good and hard. The kind of muscle you got from hard work. Debbie was not to be outdone! She pulled back her own sleeve and gave a flex. Sues' arm was larger, but Debbie had a lot more definition. "Wow!" said Sue, "Very nice! I should have known you would find a girl with muscles, Mort." "She is pretty darn tough, too, Sue!" I told her about Debbie and Maryanne, and about our escapade with the football jocks. "Very impressive! Remarked Sue. "You wouldn't care to have a little arm wrestle before dinner, would you? "I would love to." Replied my lady. They locked locked hands and I got to play referee. I wasn't about to make any bets on this one. When I said "Go", both ladies began straining. Two beautiful biceps locked in struggle, growing larger and harder before my eyes. I sat back, and drank in the show. Sue took an early advantage, and started Debbies' arm towards the table, then held. Try as she might, Sue was unable to press Debbie down the last few inches. Debbie found a hidden reserve of strength, and slowly worked both arms back to the vertical. Now Debbie's greater endurance made itself apparent, as Sues' larger bicep began quivering with the strain. Sue held out as long as she could, but Debbie had her now, and finally put her down. "Very nice, Love!" I enthused. "No hard feelings?" asked Debbie. "Of course not." Said Sue, while massaging her sore arm. "I just wanted to make sure that you were good enough for my friend here, and you are!" "Sue, Debbie here is the woman I was looking for all my life, and you know, the funny thing is, she found me." "Yes, Dear, but maybe Susie here, would like a rematch?" Susie, Mort told me that you always bragged that you had the strongest chest in the county. Well, I've always wanted to match my chest against another girl. Are you up for it?" "Where did you find this one, Mort? Never let her loose! Debbie, I haven't done that in years, but sure, I'll give you a go." No doubt the two of em would have ripped off their blouses then and there, but dinner arrived. We decided to go to Sues' apartment after dinner. I couldn't wait. Neither, apparently, could the ladies. Dinner was swiftly consumed. My imagination running rampant, I paid the check. As I've said before, I am mostly an arm nut, but the past months with Debbie have given me a real appreciation for other areas as well. In any event, we followed Sue back to her place. She had a nice one bedroom apartment, with a decent sized living room. The two of them went off into the bedroom, and soon emerged wearing panties, T-shirts, and nothing else. Both women had good solid looking breasts, and the nipples were erect under their shirts. I just sat back and kept my big mouth shut as they removed the shirts, faced each other and each locked her arms round the others waist. They slowly came together, breasts touching, and then, I could tell by the swelling of feminine muscles that the squeeze was on. At first I thought it might be pleasant to be in the middle, but upon remembering just how strong Debbies' chest got when she flexed her pecs, I was glad to be safely clear. They battled evenly for several minutes, and then Debbies' superior muscle control became evident. She started alternately flexing each breast into Susans', and Sue was unable to keep up with her. Sue was weakening, but she took a deep breath, and gave it one last attempt, tensing her pecs with all she had, but to no avail. She gave up, and once Debbie released her, began massaging her sore, reddened mammarys. Debbie couldn't resist going into a victory flex, incidentally shaking her triumphant bosom at me, and getting me all hot and bothered. (As if the proceeding battle had not already accomplished that!) Debbie went over and gave big Susie a kiss, telling her that she had almost gotten her there at the end. Next thing I know, my fiance, and my friend Sue are hugging and kissing each other. I sat there with a bemused expression on my face, until one or the other, I forget which, told me to get my butt over there. Well, who was I to argue? I mean, like really! Debbie was always a fountain of surprises, and as it later turned out, we had the same taste in women, so everything worked out for the best. Sue must have learned a few things off in that commune, because she was fun and eager too. I had often wanted to try my luck with two ladies at once, never in my wildest dreams imagining that it would be with two muscular amazons like this. It was truly a night to remember. I had my work cut out for me, but managed to keep my end of the bargain, as it were. Muscular arms, thighs, legs, etc, wherever I looked. Heck, I had never even been in bed with Sue before. Debbie and I headed back to my folks place shortly after midnight. I would have been willing to go straight to sleep, but she was up for a bit more frolicking. Oh, well, sometimes, you just have to do what you have to do. Finally, we fell asleep in each others arms. I woke up late Saturday morning, and went down for breakfast. Mom told me that Dad and Debbie were down in the basement. I went downstairs, and found the two of them wrestling. My Dad was a tough old bird, Ex military officer and all, but he had his hands full with Debbie. Her legs were, and still are, like spun steel. Dad managed to get a pin, and then they took a break. "Well, son, your old Dad is ahead 3 to 2, right now. Perhaps you guys will let me quit as a winner, and I'll show her some unarmed combat moves." Debbie plopped herself down in my lap. She was all sweaty and breathing heavily. "He is a tough old goat, Mort. Now I see why you are so much fun." "Chip off the old blockhead." I agreed. "Blockhead is it. I'll blockhead you! Get over here son and show your lady if you remember what I taught you." Well, with that, Dad and I went at it full tilt. I managed to connect with a kick to his side, staggering him. I stopped, walked over, and the old S.O.B. swept my legs from under me, and got on top. "Guess I still have it, son." He said, helping me to my feet as Debbie clapped wildly. I took his hand. "Yes Sir, you sure do!" Then I flipped him! He started showing Debbie a few things they don't teach in Karate class, and after a while, Mom yelled down that it was time for breakfast. We went up, ate, and Debbie and I cleaned the dishes etc. The rest of our visit was wonderful, then came time for us to catch the bus back to NYC, and ride the train out to the Blue Ridge section of West Virginia, where we would spend a week with her family. Debbie seemed a bit nervous as the train pulled into Wheeling, West Virginia. "Be careful with my Family, love. Mountain folk are a bit strange sometimes." When I asked her to elaborate, she cryptically replied that I would see. I had visions of the movie "Deliverance" running through my head, and hummed a few bars of the music as the train stopped, earning a poke in the side from my lady. We were met by her brother Kevin. This dude looked like a smaller version of Andre the giant. She introduced me, we shook, and my hand was lost in his. Kevin led us to his car and we went out to their farm. I met Debbies' mother, a tall, statuesque woman with hair so black, it almost looked blue. Brothers 2 and three were married, and had their own places, but I imagined that we would get a chance to meet them sometime during the week. Her father had passed away several years ago. Oh, yes, by the way, my future mother in laws' name was Teresa. Kevin grabbed the bags, and carried them upstairs. Teresa poured us some tea and we sat by the fireplace. Debbie's mom was looking at me strangely, then she turned to Debbie and let loose with a burst of some foreign language I had never heard before. Debbie replied in the same tongue. They appeared to be working into an argument, and although I couldn't understand what they were saying, it was obvious that yours truly was the object of discussion. Big brother Kevin came down, got some tea, and joined right in. They must have been babbling for a good 15 minutes when I got a bit hot under the collar, and spoke up for the first time. "Debbie, what is going on here?" The three of them looked at me as if they were surprised that I had the effrontery to stick my nose in. "Mort, I should have told you, my family is of Romani descent, what you would call Gypsies. Although, we have been living in the U.S. since just after the American Civil War, we hold to some of the old ways." Well, I had seen some of those old horror movies, like the Werewolf, so I asked where the wagon was. Kevin started laughing and asked me to come to the barn. Sure enough, they had a fully painted Gypsy wagon out there. "Cool," I said, Is it ok to look inside." "No problem dude." Said Kevin. "Just watch your step. And Don't worry about Mom, she will get over it. She got a bit strange after our father died. She and I have been running this place, lucky Debbie got into college on a scholarship, otherwise we would never been able to afford it." "So does she tell fortunes or something?" I asked. "Don't laugh," he replied, the women in this family have a touch of the second sight. I believe in it." "Well, I hope Debbie predicts a long happy life for the two of us, with many children. Your sister is a very special woman." "Don't you forget it dude. Guess you will do. C'mon, let me show you the horses." We spent a good half hour looking at the animals. I earned a few brownie points when the horses seemed to like me. "Kevin, I was figuring you folks were hillbillies, or something, the way Debbie was talking. Never figured on Gypsies. Pretty cool, buddy. Hey, do you make your own booze? Always wanted to try some moonshine." Debbie's brother was laughing again. He took me outside, and led me to a keg. Breaking the ice encrustation on the top, he lowered in a dipper and handed it to me. "This is hard cider, it has quite a kick." It did, but I liked it. "That will wake you up in the morning. Wow!" The snow started coming down again, so we walked back to the farmhouse. Debbie and her mother were at the shouting stage now! Debbie came running over to me with tears in her eyes. "I told my mother that you fought for me back at school, and by the ancient covenant of the Romany, that should be sufficient. She says that there were no Romany witnesses, and your fight with Brian does not count." "Just what are you getting at love?" I asked. "What she is trying to say, Mr. Mort, is that if you want to marry my daughter, you must fight for her." I looked over at Kevin, and doubted my chances, but, I loved this girl, so, I stood up. "In the barn?" I asked. We walked to the barn, and Teresa started taking off her clothes. I glanced at Debbie. "According to the ancient laws of the Romany, as my mother has called the challenge, you must fight her." "You have got to be kidding." I said. "She is not joking, young man." Said Teresa. I glanced over at her and gasped. Maybe I would have been better going up against Kevin! Teresa looked awesome. Her muscles were hard from years of farm work. Although she was in her mid forties, her breasts had no hint of a sag, and her abs made Maryannes' look puny. "Cripes, Debbie, you can't expect me to get into a fistfight with your mother." "Don't hold back, Mort, she is the one who taught me to fight, like your father did for you. This is not sparring, she is going to try and hurt you." I was still in shock, but went on my guard and approached Teresa. She just stood there, so I faked a punch to her stomach, and uncorked a solid swing at her cheek. She took the blow without batting an eye, and hit me in the chest with a good shot that knocked me off my feet. Instinct took over and I rolled aside as she kicked down where I had been one second before. I realized that I was in a real fight this time, and no sucker punch was likely to work. Regaining my feet, I forgot that I was fighting a forty year old woman, and concentrated on putting her down. I smelled something burning, and risking a glance, saw that Kevin had lit a torch at each corner of the wagon. Turning back, I found Teresa charging forward at me. I sidestepped, and threw out my left leg in a sweep, catching her at the ankle, tripping her. She landed hard, breasts first. There, maybe that would slow the bitch down a bit! It must have hurt, but if it did, she didn't show it. She got up, and I made no move to stop her. I was not about to get into floor fighting with Teresa if I could avoid it. I saw the way the muscles bunched sexily on her legs, and made a note to tell Debbie that now I knew where her muscle came from. Provided, of course, that I survived this fight. She came up swinging, and caught me with a good one to my jaw, staggering me. I Managed to block her next punch, and countered with a straight left to her breast. My fist sank in a lot less than I would have expected. Teresa was packing her boobs with solid muscle. Under other circumstances I wouldn't have minded fondling those delectable orbs, but wisely kept my mind on the business at hand. I threw two more punches into her chest, and she buried her fist into my gut. I bent over, and her follow up caught me on the side of my head, sending me on my ass again. My punches must have had some effect, because instead of keeping after me, she stood there rubbing her breasts, a grimace of pain on her attractive face. I knew better than to waste myself on those rock hard abs, unless she was softened up first. Faking a punch to her waist, I threw the other hand at her jaw. She ducked it, and I was a bit slow on my recovery, the strong woman grabbed my wrist. Her free hand buried itself twice in my gut. Well, my stomach was pretty strong, but I'd never been hit that hard before. I doubled over, retching, and she caught me on the ear with her follow up. I went down, flat on my back. She dove on me again, but I managed to get my feet up, and she landed on them. The force of her entire body in motion was enough to catapult her over my head. I lay there for a few seconds, trying to get my breath back. I was getting up again when Teresa charged me. Too slow to get clear, we started rolling in the straw. I came out on top, and was having to go all out to try and hold her down. This woman was strong. She was slowly working herself free! The muscles on her arms stood out in rigid relief. I had a fleeting opening for one of those do or die shots my Dad had taught me, but just couldn't do it. I didn't want to wreck my girls' mother. She was laboring under no such delusions of honor. Her fist caught me flush on the nose, breaking it. I fell off her and tried to get away, but she was too quick and strong for me now. Her legs locked around my waist and I felt as if I was caught in a denim clad vise. She grabbed one hand, and pulled, leaving me only one hand to pry her legs apart. There was only one move left now. My fingers rigid, I drove my hand down between her legs. A dirty shot, but the only option. The vice opened up, and I crawled away. I had to work myself up against the wall to stand. I was totally spent. My arms hung like lead weights at my sides. I took in deep shuddering breaths of air. She regained her feet, and I figured I might get in one more good punch before she finished me. Teresa approached me, and I tried to get into my guard position. I waited for the inevitable, but she backed off. I was dazed, and the next thing I knew, Debbie was holding a wet towel to my face. I looked up, and Kevin was doctoring his mother. Her left boob was red and swollen. I didn't remember hitting her in the eye, but one of them looked to be growing a shiner. Debbie walked me over to her mother and began jabbering again. Teresa pushed her big son away, and grabbed me in a bear hug. She wasn't really squeezing hard though. She kissed me, held me off at arms length, and looked at me appraisingly. This time, she nodded, smiled, and gave me a kiss on my undamaged cheek. "You will care for my daughter the rest of your days?" She asked. "I give my word. I love her with all my heart." I managed to mumble through my aching jaw and fat lip. "Then the matter is settled. You will do!" She sat down. And that, gentle reader, is how I won my lady. I never fought a tougher opponent than Teresa. We stumbled into the farmhouse, and someone patched me up. Kevin ran me into town for a Doc to look at my nose. "You had her there, Mort, why didn't you finish her?" "Well, the only opening I had might have really hurt her. Didn't want to do that. My folks raised me to be a gentleman. I find it hard to hit a lady for real." "That never bothered Mom." He said. "But that was a good fight. The only one who ever messed mom up like that before was my Aunt Eloise." "I don't have to fight her too?" I asked apprehensively. "No, dude, Romany honor is satisfied. You are in like Flynn. Just treat my sister right, or you will have to answer to all of us!" Well, I did not hesitate to set his mind at rest on that one. Ouch! After I was patched up, we drove back to the farmhouse. Teresa was sitting at the table wearing a Short sleeved red shirt and bluejeans. One eye was closed, and I could see some black and blue marks on the parts of her breasts that were visible. Teresa and Debbie were having some tea. We sat down, and Debbie poured us a cup. "Mort, why not give mom one of those massages you do so well?" Debbie asked. I finished my tea and moved around the table. I started working on her muscular shoulders and neck. I was not at my best, still feeling very sore, but soon had her somewhat loosened up. Got her to lay down on the couch and began running my hands over her arms and legs. Let me tell you, over the years, I have given rubdowns to many female bodybuilders, but, looking back, I can not recall ever having had my hands on such solid, dense muscle. Even unflexed, it was all I could do to loosen her tight arms. I found myself getting excited. Hell, this was my fiancee's' mother for crying out loud. I was 21 then, and I felt embarrassed. Heck, remember: you couldn't trust anyone over thirty, back then. Now at the age of 42, my views have changed. Teresa is in her early 60's, still a striking woman. Kevin mentioned that he had a few things to do, and would be back later. I massaged away, and she fell asleep on the couch. Turning towards Debbie, I mentioned that I felt rather sore too. She led me upstairs, and for once, was very gentle with me. I don't think I was up for our usual acrobatics. Later, as we were laying there, I remarked that Teresa had some incredible muscles. "Now I know where you get your strength, Love." She flexed one of her cute biceps to catch my eye. "It does seem to run in the family. But, I have a confession to make. You see, I have a bit of the seventh sight of the Gypsy people. The first time I saw you, I knew you were the man for me." "Well, as Dad always said, never argue with success! I believe you love. I can not imagine another girl making me as happy as you do." She buried herself in my arms, and we both fell asleep. It must have been close to midnight, when there came a knocking on the door. It was Kevin, wearing a purple shirt with floppy loose sleeves, tight black pants, and a leather vest. "Get Dressed." He said, throwing me some clothes. Debbie got up and ran to her closet. She quickly donned a green floor length skirt, and white blouse that revealed the tops of her imposing bust. Earrings, gold bracelets, and a matching scarf completed the attire. We went downstairs. I felt somewhat silly in my outfit, but she told me it looked fine. The snow had stopped, the sky was clear, and, you know, I seem to remember it being warm as we walked out to the barn. I could hear music. Fiddles, and tambourines, I think. As we walked closer, I saw perhaps 30 people there, all decked out in the same finery. The barn had been decorated in green and gold. Torches were everywhere. Now, there were three gypsy wagons at the far side of the barn. The horses must have been stabled someplace else, I didn't see em. We entered, and Teresa walked up, looking very fetching in her garb. Picture Esmeralda in the "Hunchback of Notre Dame", and you will get the picture. Kevin, and what must have been his two brothers were sawing away at those fiddles. One girl had a guitar, and two others were dancing around with the Tambourines. I felt as if I had stepped into the past. Teresa stepped imperiously into the center of the barn and clapped her hands. She began speaking in the Romany tongue. Debbie translated for me. "This man came to claim my daughter. As my husband Stefan has passed beyond, it fell to me to see if he was worthy. We did battle this day, and I tell you that he is a man of honor. He has fulfilled the pact and the covenant to my satisfaction. If any among you cares to dispute this, do so now." She placed her hands on her hips and looked at the assemblage challengingly. I could not help but notice the way the muscles in her arms and forearms bunched. Kevin began clapping, and the music started again. Teresa took me by the arm and brought me around to meet the relatives. Someone shoved a mug of spiced wine into my hands. I met Debbie's other two brothers, and Aunt Eloise. I was a bit surprised at Eloise. She was in her late thirties. I had been expecting a real huge Amazon, yet she seemed slender, sort of like a ballet dancer. Very pretty, yet she did not show any evidence of muscle like Debbies' mom, Teresa. "This is the woman that outfought your mother?" I asked. Debbie laughed, and pulled the four of us to the side. "Mother, Auntie, I forgot to tell you, my man here, is turned on by my muscles. He can't believe that you beat mom the last time you wrestled." Aunt Eloise laughed, and told me that she was the best dirty fighter in the family, but that if I liked muscle, I should look. She pushed back the tight sleeves of her blouse and slowly flexed her right arm. And from that smoothly muscled dancers' arm, rose a positively awesome rock hard bicep! I never would have suspected it. Picture a slender lady like Charla Sedacca, with the muscle she showed in the late 80's, and you get the idea. I swallowed, and had a gleam in my eye. Not to be outdone, Teresa showed off her solid biceps as well. Then, Debbie flexed at me. It seemed like a dream. (If this is truth, he said, I'll have some!) "Be still, oh my aching heart." I quoted from somewhere. The ladies laughed, and Teresa told Eloise that I gave a pretty good massage. She demanded one, and I willingly offered to comply. But Debbie grabbed me before I could get my eager hands on Aunt Eloise. "Save that for later, bucko. Now we dance!" Dance, we did!. We danced the night away. My memories are hazy, but it seemed to go on forever. Good music, great food, booze, and some really nice muscle on the ladies. Eloise started juggling with lit torches! She had six of em in the air at one time. I felt as if I had been transported below a faerie mound, and would wake up 100 years in the future. I seemed to make a hit with the family, and it turned out that some of them really were Carnival people. We were invited to travel with them in the summer. Finally, dawn broke, and people started heading home. The brothers hitched up their wagons and drove off. There was remarkably little to do for cleanup. Truly an enchanted evening. Well, folks that about wraps this one up. If you would like a sequel about my married life with my Gypsy princess, leave a message on Dianas' boards, and I will see what I can do. And, no, I never slept with my Mother in Law, though I did wrestle with her several times. But that's for another time. Cheers! Next- Debbie and the Gypsy Caravan.