A brothers attempt at revenge
by Tommy2164  
Part III in the ongoing saga of Debbie Umbruzio.


My name is Mark Backus and I too have a story to tell that will only serve to
add to the Legend of Debbie Umbruzio. I am Tammy Backus' older brother. I know
that Tammy can be quite a bully, so it does not surprise me when I find out
she was in a fight from time to time. What does surprise me is that she has
lost twice to this Debbie Umbruzio woman. I received a call from my mom the
day after Debbie destroyed Tammy, Patrice and Tracy. She said that all three
were at Mercy hospital recovering from their injuries. I jumped into my car
and paid them a visit. When I got to Tammy's room she was laying in her bed
sleeping. Her face was swollen and both of her eyes were black. I decided to
let her sleep and went into Patrice's room. Patrice was awake and alert and
looked every bit as beat up as my younger sister. I ask her what happened and
I just could not believe my ears. Patrice told me how all three girls decided
to kick the crap out of Debbie and the tables were turned on them by the
Italian-American strong girl. "You let a little girl do this to you" I said.
Patrice assured me that Debbie was no longer a "little girl".

I can remember Debbie when she was much younger. I am probably 13 years or so
older than Debbie. After high school I spent eight years in the Marines, so I
guess I wasn't around to see her blossom. A nurse came into Patrice's room and
told me Tammy was now awake and wanted to see me. Tammy told me the exact same
story as Patrice did. She sobbed during parts of the story and told me how
hard she had trained for the second fight only to lose again. I was ashamed of
my little sister and told her so. "No Backus family member has ever lost a
fight, and now you have gone ahead and lost two" I told her. Tammy was the
only girl in our family. I have two other brothers, James and Jerry. To be
quite blunt, we always were a bunch of bad asses. We loved picking fights
since we were young. I have never lost a fight in my life and my brothers can
proudly say the same thing. I know for a fact that Tammy has been in quite a
few scrapes and until recently was considered the toughest woman in town. Now
she has lost that title and with it some of our family's claim to fame in the
area.

Tammy looked at me with tears in her eyes and asked me to take care of Debbie
for her and the other two girls. While I did not really want to fight a girl,
I felt I owed my little sister the satisfaction of slapping Debbie around a
little bit. Maybe seeing Debbie laying in a hospital bed with bruises would
get my little sisters spirits back up. It's not like I've never laid a beating
on a girls before anyway. I always felt that a good backhand kept my women in
line. One time years ago I went to a drive in movie with a big breasted wench.
We got to making out and she was letting me play with her large breasts like a
little tease. When I made a move for her pussy, she stopped me and said "not
on the first date Mark. I am not that kind of girl". Two lefts to her face and
she soon became "That kind of girl", if you know what I mean.

I left the hospital and began formulating a plan to avenge my little sister. I
didn’t think it would be a good idea to beat Debbie up in a public place. That
would only end me up in jail. I decided to head to Tammy's gym and ask around
about Debbie. Once at the gym I talked to about four different people who told
me eye popping stories about Debbie's fistic history. All four had never
actually seen Debbie fight, but they always saw the results on the faces of
her foes the next day. The stories did nothing to change my mind about taking
on Debbie. All of the stories had to do with Debbie kicking other girl's
asses. Surely a guy like me could handle Debbie with one arm tied behind my
back. I stand 6'-4" tall and weigh 255lbs. I am lean and mean as they say. My
reputation proceeds me and when I walk into a room I get immediate respect
from both men and women alike.

I went to a phone booth at the gym and gave Debbie a call. She answered the
phone and sounded a little edgy when I told her who I was. I went on to tell
her that I felt I needed to defend my family's honor and put Debbie in her
place. She asked me just where "her place" was. I boldly told her "on your
knees sucking my cock". She told me "look buddy, if your family all fights the
same way as Tammy I don't know how you ever got the reputation you have". She
told me she had no intentions of fighting a man unless provoked to do so and
then she hung up on me. Nobody hangs up the phone on Mark Backus, I thought.

That evening I decided to scope out Debbie a little at her house. I drove over
when it was good and dark out. I parked my truck two blocks away and walked to
her house. The Umbruzio's lived in the Italian section of town. The houses
were close together and well kept. It was a hard working, honest community and
the people stuck together. I can remember Debbie's mom when I was growing up.
What a hot piece of ass she was. I used to get hard at night just thinking
about her. When I arrived at Debbie's house I sneaked around to the back yard
and hid out for a while. Most of the lights were on in the house and I could
see Mr. and Mrs. Umbruzio walking about. Mrs. Umbruzio was still quite a
sight. Her rack was even larger than I remember it to be growing up. I hung
out in their back yard for over an hour but still no sight of Debbie. Just
then I heard a car door out front. I guess Debbie was getting back from a date
and she was saying good night to her boyfriend. It wasn’t long before a light
went on upstairs. I climbed a tree in their back yard and sat on a sturdy
branch. I could see Debbie from the tree. She had her back turned to me. She
had quite a curve to her body from behind. She reached behind her and unzipped
her dress. She let it fall to the floor. I was amazed at how wide her bra
strap was. It must have been six inches high on her back. She grabbed a hair
brush and began brushing her long brown hair. Finally she turned around. I
almost fell out of the god damn tree. What a body. First of all her face was
just beautiful. She had the arms and shoulders of a fitness model turned body
builder. She was not huge, just toned as hell. Her breasts were not to be
believed. I don't think I have ever seen a larger bra, and I've looked at
quite a few of them at the local department stores. Her stomach was washboard
tight and her olive skin and dark Italian looks could not have made her more
sexy. I was impressed as hell in the woman that Debbie had grown into.

Debbie finished brushing her hair and reached around and un-did her bra. By
now my pants were full of pre-cum. Her bra slipped to the floor and I got a
pretty good look at her huge knockers. They must have stuck out from her
ribcage at least 12". And when I say stuck out, I mean they stuck straight
out. Breasts that large usually sag to a woman's navel, but not Debbie's. They
stood out large and proud. I thought for a moment that she saw me through the
window because she came right over and looked out. Her tits almost pressed
against the glass. She was making a rocking motion and I realized she must
have been horned up from her date. Italian girls are known for not having sex
before marriage so this must have been her release. I could not see below her
waist but I was sure she was giving herself a hand job. One hand was below her

waist and the other hand was needing her large melons. Soon her face kind of
twisted and she fell to the floor out of sight. Debbie had excited me so much
that I actually shot my load all over my shorts without touching my prick. How
many guys could say a woman did that for them?

The lights soon went out in Debbie's room and my night was over. I jumped from
the tree excited at the thought of beating Debbie to a sobbing mess and then
having my way with her. I went home and wacked off all night thinking about
the different things I would do with Debbie's body once I knocked her out. I
called Debbie at 11am and she was a little pissed to say the least. I told her
how I hid in the tree and saw her orgasm to the floor. She told me that maybe
we should talk in three days. Her parents were going away for the weekend and
her backyard was available for a fight if she could not change my mind with a
little talking. I agreed to show up at 9pm on Saturday. Time just stood still
for the next couple of days. I could not believe my good fortune. Debbie was
actually willing to take me on if she couldn't "reason" with me. Whatever that
meant. The appointed hour finally arrived. I drove to Debbie's house and
parked the pickup truck directly outside. Debbie answered the door wearing a
large grey sweatshirt that totally hid her charms. She had on cutoff blue jean
shorts, low cut sweat socks and tennis shoes. She opened the screen door and
asked me in. She told me to sit on the couch and we could talk for a while.
This is pretty much how the conversation went. This conversation would pretty
much change the way my life was lived from this day forward.

du: Why do you want to fight me? You are a very large muscular man and I am
a small woman. Don't you think that gives you an advantage.

mb: You beat up my sister, not once but twice. I am here for revenge for my
family.

du: As a woman of Italian descent, nobody knows more about family honor
than me. Please reconsider your request to fight me, you just may regret
your actions.

mb: Why, are you going to call the cops or something. Maybe you have already
called them? Did you Bitch?

du: First of all, do not call me "Bitch". I hate that word. And no, I did not
call the cops. I can handle myself.

mb: You do not sound scared. Do you realize what I want to do to you after I
knock you out. I saw with your top off the other night. I know what pleasures
await once I slap you around a little.

du: Oh you are quite the bully, aren't you? You are a lot like your sister and
you have seen her fate when she challenged me.

mb: She is just a girl and I am a man. Not just a man, but "THE" man around
these parts.

du: You know what, I've had enough talk. Why don't we step outside and get
this thing settled.

We both stood up and headed out the door to the backyard. The yard was large
with plenty of room to wrestle around. There was a patio area with a gas grill
and picnic table against the house. To the back of the yard was a two seat
glider swing. The whole backyard was surrounded by a six foot high wooden
fence. Nobody from the neighborhood will be able to see us fight, I thought to
myself. Debbie threw a pair of small boxing gloves at me. Put these on, she
said. I use gloves when I have to fight men. I took off my shirt and stood
before her bare chested. I had blue jeans on with cowboy boots. Debbie took
off her baggy grey sweatshirt and my dick started to rise. She had on a white
sleeveless muscle "T-shirt". The kind that a lot of Italian men like to wear
around the house. I wondered if the shirt was her fathers? I wish she didn’t
have her bra on, but you could see the large strapless undergarment right
through her t-shirt. Her arms looked ripped as she pulled on the boxing
gloves. I put on my gloves and we assumed the position. I have to admit I felt
a little funny squaring off with a girl, but I guess a guy has to do what a
guy has to do. We circled each other for a while. I landed the first punch of
the fight, a straight left jab to her chin. She just
shrugged it off and continued circling. She let fly with two quick jabs to my
face. The punches were fast and smart. "She has some experience with this kind
of thing" I thought to myself. I hit her with some pretty good shots, punches
that would have staggered most men and she just kept coming at me. Most of her
punches were landing on my upper arms. In the beginning I thought that I was
just too tall for her punches to land anywhere else, but I guess she had a
game plan for our fight.

I continued my onslaught and still she was standing in front of me. She was
feeding me a steady barrage of jabs to the chin and roundhouse punches to my
upper arms. Over and over again I sent long looping punches at her head and
shoulders. Most of them missed, but some of the punches met their mark. Tammy
was right, this girl was a toughy. I could not believe that Debbie was still
standing. We probably were at it for over ten minutes. All of my fights were
way over by this time. My lower lip was swollen from her jabs. She did not
have a mark on her pretty face even though I hit her full flush with several
strong punches. We began to taunt one another as we fought.

du: surprised I'm still standing Mark?

mb: fuck you bitch, I'll finish you off soon and then you'll be finishing
me off if you know what I mean.

du: Oh I'll finish you off all right. I thought I told you about that "bitch"
word. I'm going to have to teach you some manners.

Debbie then began intensifying her attack. I was getting tired and her upper
arm punches were taking their toll. Her strong, muscular arms were knocking my
face back and forth. I forgot that I was fighting a girl and started to worry
a little. I became frustrated. Why was she not going down? At this point we
were probably fighting for 15 minutes and she was getting the better punches
in. I started to panic and began swinging wildly. Sweat was pouring off of my
upper body. My blue jeans were soaking in sweat. Luckily I landed a nice shot
to the side of Debbie's head and that staggered her. I went at her with
everything I had. I must have thrown fifty straight punches. Debbie just
covered her head with her muscular arms. Finally I grabbed her arms and threw
her to the ground. At that point I was losing a boxing match to a girl, I
figured I could defeat her with a little street fighting. Once she was on the
ground I pounced on her. We wrestled for a while and I found out two things.
Number one, her breasts were real and number two she was strong as hell. I had
the good fortune of getting her on her back. I pinned her arms with my legs
and watched her squirm below me. "This is more like it", I said. I took off
both boxing gloves, making a fist I said "Now your going to get it". Debbie
freed one of her arms and sent a punch directly to my chin. I didn't get
another punch off for the rest of the night. I was still pinning her to the
ground but she was hitting me with shot after shot to the face from her
horizontal position. My head rocked back and forth from her punches. She then
had both arms free. She too removed her gloves. For some reason a thought came
into my head at that time. I remember talking to Debbie on the couch. Because
she was so beautiful I spent a lot of time looking her over. One thing was
strange about her body. Her hands were large for a woman. They had large hard
knuckles and her wrists were quite wide. I say this because once Debbie threw
off her gloves my face felt her fists fury.

She began punching me with her free fists. She was giving me quite a facial
and even though I was on top of her it was she who had the advantage. Finally
a hard shot knocked me off of Debbie. She jumped to her feet and picked me up.
I knew at that point I was screwed. I was all out of gas. My arms were
useless. Debbie's many punches had weakened them so. She began to knock me all
over the yard. She taunted me as she continued her onslaught.

du: not so tough now are you marky boy? take this "wack-wack-wack".

du: when I get through with you, you'll never again bother anyone, you big
bully you.

As I said I was being knocked all over the yard by this 5'-6" tall, 115 pound
muscle girl. What a sight this was. Punch after punch landed on their mark.
She punched me over to the wooden fence. Rights and Lefts sent me into the
fence with my back. The fence began to give way from the weight of me being
punched into it. Soon she punched me right through the fence. The next door
neighbors were now watching the fight. "Teach him a lesson Debbie", the old
Italian woman yelled. She punched me to the other side of their yard. I stood
before her wobbly and ready to fall. She walked up to me and put her hands
under my arm pits. She lifted me up to a sitting position atop a chain link
fence and then with a strong right sent me tumbling into the next yard. At
this point I began to sob. I could not believe my ears. I was so frustrated.
She had me beat and she was just toying with me at this point. "Go ahead and
cry you big baby" she said. Maybe this will teach you. "Whap-Whap-Whap", the
sounds of her fists off my face became more pronounced. By now about 10
neighbors had a good view of the fight. "I give up, you win Debbie". Please no
more I sobbed as I slumped to my knees. The neighbors all broke out into
applause as Debbie stood over my sobbing hulk. Her fists as always were up to
the task. I figured she would lift me up and then knock me out, giving me my
final humiliation. I was wrong though. She walked over to me a lifted me to my
feet. Then she bent over and folded me over her shoulders. My one arm fell
between her huge breasts. The same huge breasts I had such great plans for
earlier. She walked me past her stunned neighbors as they applauded wildly.

I could only cry from the humiliation. She carried me back to her house and
sat me down at her kitchen table. Soon she would call an ambulance for me but
for now she had other plans. What are your going to do with me? Please I want
to go home. I'm not quite through with you Marky. I want you to assure me that
you have learned your lesson and will never try to hurt anyone again. "I will
be good, I will be good, please no more punches". Such a large man she said
aloud. Like they say, the larger they are, the harder they fall. So since you
didn’t win Mark you wont get to rape me like you wanted. What do you think I
get if I win Mark? Debbie took off her t-shirt and loosened up her bra. You
like me titties don't you Marky? They are so big and firm don't you think, she
taunted. She let the bra slide to the floor and pushed her titts into my
bruised face. Beaten as I was, this was giving me a real hardon. She straddled
me and began shaking her titts back and forth, first slowly then quickly. She
began to slap her orbs off both sides of my face. She was belaboring my face
with her charms. I asked her to stop. "My cock is aching, please let me go".
No Mark not until you pay me back for all of your unkind actions. She reached
down and pull her shorts off. She didn’t have on undies and I got an instant
glimpse of her cunt. She had a huge amount of thick black hair from pelvic
bone to pelvic bone. She turned around and I noticed that the hair ran all the
way up the crack of her ass. She pulled me to the kitchen floor and laid me on
my back. I knew what she had in mind. Never in my life did I want to bring
pleasure to a woman this way. I was a man and I didn’t eat pussy. But this
night was different and my manhood was already stolen by this Italian muscle
goddess. She lowered her hair filled womanhood onto my face. She had her back
turned to me so I had cunt in my mouth one minute and her asshole in my mouth
the next. She pulled my cock from my pants. "Tiny little cock for such a big
man Marky", she said. As she bucked and grinded her snatch on my face I began
crying again. A more humiliating fate I could not have suffered. She grabbed
my cock with her fist and stroked it. Just before I would have a chance to
come she would squeeze my cock and not allow me my release. This went on for
twenty minutes. She rocked back and forth my face, over and over. She enjoyed
multiple orgasms that evening. Other than using my face for her pleasure I
don’t think my sexual talents had anything to do with her multiple climaxes.
She was getting herself off on her vanquished male opponent, plain and simple.
As for me, Debbie did not allow me the sexual release I so desired. My balls
ached as much as the rest of my body.

When Debbie felt she had enough of me, she stood up and got dressed. She
laughed as she said my face looked like it was covered with salad dressing.
She called an ambulance and soon I was whisked off to a room not far from
where Debbie's last three victims laid earlier in the week. My days as a tough
guy were over. When I recuperated I packed up my bags and left town. Maybe
someday I will try to get her back for what she did to me. But that day was
not going to be soon. I had contributed to the growing legend of
Italian-American strong girl Debbie Umbruzio. The legend will continue to grow
with other stories soon to follow (if they are so desired by my fellow
readers).

**The End**