Debbie versus Samantha

I wrote this story sometime around 1991. It was intended to be submitted to CAVALIER, a men's magazine which devoted a portion of its pages to female fighting. That section was entitled "Fight Time" and it consisted of readers' letters detailing a veritable plethora of diverse female fighting scenarios. CAVALIER# 3 contains sex, violence and other adult things. IT IS INTENDED FOR MATURE AUDIENCES.

Fight fans, loosen your libidos because I'm back with hot details of my latest fight. For those of you who don't remember, my name is Debbie and I'm a bodybuilder who enjoys using my muscular strength to physically dominate any woman courageous enough to take me on.

For years I've been laughing at the "Fight Time" exploits of lard-ass Amazons, like Lotta Butt, who get their kicks beating up wimpy "men" (I use the term loosely) they outweigh by 100 lbs. or more. At the same time I've been looking for an opportunity to show "Fight Time" readers that the strong female athletes of the 90s could destroy these Cellulite Queens in a fight. Well, that opportunity presented itself recently.

A couple of weeks ago my main squeeze told me a wealthy business associate, Todd, confided in him that he loved to be overpowered by his wife, Samantha. A few days later he met Todd's wife at a dinner party where the 5' 7", 270 lbs. redheaded blubber-bitch entertained guests with tales of her fighting prowess. My lover slyly told Todd he was into dominant dames as well and invited the couple over for a swim that weekend. Todd innocently accepted.

They arrived in the afternoon and we fixed drinks, then went out by the pool. It didn't take long for Samantha to start bragging about how Todd was turned on by her ability to outwrestle him. When she started talking about how much stronger she was than her 5' 6", 135 lbs. husband, I took off my robe. My skimpy yellow string-bikini exposed the powerful lines of my golden brown, lusciously-muscled 5' 7", 153 lbs. , 38DD-22-35 physique.

As Todd's eyes gleamed with wide-eyed amazement, I strutted over to where he was sitting and said in my most sultry voice, "How'd ya like to be dominated by me?" Before the startled little man could answer, I knelt down beside him and flexed my right arm for him to examine. He eagerly slipped his fingers around the hard, rippling muscles of my 15" arm.

"Todd likes to be beaten by the BEST!" bellowed an obviously perturbed Samantha as she began lumbering in our direction.

"You bet. Sam's never lost a fight--to a man or a woman!" chimed in Todd as he continued to squeeze my biceps.

"That's not saying much," I replied, looking squarely at Sam, "when you only have guts enough to take on wimps you outweigh by a hundred pounds..."

Todd quit his extended caress of my symbol of strength, then slowly eyed the rest of my physique and said, "I've never seen Sam lose, but I dont think she's ever fought a woman like you, Deborah!"

The blubber-bitch, who was now standing over us in an emerald green one-piece suit, noticed the look of arousal on her husband's face and asked, "You think this little girl's muscles worry me, Todd?" She turned to me and said sarcastically, "She's just another wimp I outweigh by a hundred pounds!"

I stood up chest-to-chest with Samatha. "That one hundred pounds of blubber doesn't scare me either, Sammy." I poked a finger into her huge, flabby tits. "You think you got what it takes to fight a WIMP like me?"

The blubber-bitch's face hardened. "I'm gonna enjoy kicking your ass, bitch--and after I do, I'm gonna make you watch me give your hunk-of-a-boyfriend the best blowjob he's ever had!!"

We moved off the patio onto the grass at the end of the pool with the men eagerly behind us. As Sam assumed a wrestler's stance, I flicked a stiff left jab that tatooed her forehead and followed with a hard right that sank deep into her ample midsection. The angry redhead tried to grab me, but I stepped back and rifled a left-right combination to her face, and danced away. "Come on, lard-ass. Show me what ya got!"

The frustrated fatso frowned and yelled, "You can't run all day, musclehead!"

As we slowly circled each other, Samantha suddenly charged, but instead of backpedaling, this time I stepped up and threw a sizzling overhand right that cracked squarely against her nose. The punch stopped the behemoth in her tracks.

Samantha smiled sardonically, wiped blood from her upper lip and said, "You hit hard, cunt. But not hard enough...let's see how strong you really are!"

The loathsome lard-ass extended her hands, inviting me to join her in a test-of-strength a la professional wrestlers. I warily locked fingers. The muscles of my uppper body rippled to attention as I applied pressure, her flabby arms flapping under the strain. Slowly I forced her to her knees, her eyes widening as she crumpled under my superior strength. "Tell me who's stronger, Sam?" I seethed. When the Cellulite Sissy didn't answer, I released my grip on her pudgy fingers and launched a hard roundhouse kick that connected just above her ear, knocking her flat on her back.

"Get up, you fat-hunk-of-shit!" I demanded, then kicked her ample ass. "Don't tell me you've had enough already..."

The winded redhead shook out the cobwebs and raised her considerable tonnage to a standing position with great effort. As she lifted her balled-fists, I slapped her hard across the face and said, "Come on, Sam. You ain't afraid of this little girl's muscles are ya?"

Samantha responded by throwing a haymaker right. I blocked the punch easily and countered with a shot to her gut, followed by two more solid shots to the body, then finished the combination with a devastating right uppercut to her exposed chin--my attack put her ass in the grass again!

This time I pushed the redhead onto her back and mounted the beached whale, pinning her arms beneath my knees in a classic schoolgirl press. I looked into her terror-filled eyes and laughingly slipped her mammoth tits out of her bathing suit, then slapped the jello-jugs back and forth until they shown stinging crimson.

As the blubber-bitch wriggled frantically beneath me, I motioned for Todd and his bulging crotch to approach. "Now Tell me who ya wanna wrestle," I asked, slapping her tits again, "Cellulite Sam...or me?" Todd stood there speechless as I undid my bikini-top and dropped it on the grass beside me, exposing my magnificent 38DDs. I grabbed his hands, placed them over my breasts and giggled as he eagerly fondled their firm fullness.

I looked down at Samantha and commanded, "Tell Todd who's the better woman!" When she was slow to respond, I punctuated my demand with a hard slap and she compliantly uttered my name.

The blubber-bitch's submission didn't satisfy me. I grabbed Todd by his trunks, pulled him close to me and freed his little 6" erection. As his wife watched, I slipped his throbbing rod into my mouth and sucked him to orgasm, squirting his steamy load all over Samantha's face.

To top off the humiliation, I stood up, placed a foot squarely atop my thoroughly beaten victim and flexed my big, bulging biceps!

From now on, Fight Fans, when you read of Amazing Amazons you'll know that they're no match for the REAL WOMEN of the 90s!

Debbie