It's Debbies Turn
by Tommy2164  
Part 4 in the ongoing saga of Italian-American Strong girl Debbie Umbruzio.


Hi everyone!! This is Debbie Umbruzio and I hope you have enjoyed the first
three installments of my many fistic adventures. The first three stories were
told through the eyes of the vanquished. Today it's my turn. You will see the
battle from my prospective. The time period is one summer after I laid out
Tammy's bruiser of a brother. I would have been just 21 years old at the time.

Well another year of college was over for me. One more year to go and I'll be
off for the real world. I applied and was accepted for employment at a summer
camp in the Pocono Mountains of Pennsylvania. The camp was for children
between twelve and sixteen years of age. I was to be the assistant physical
education teacher and I would be responsible for providing a full day of
physical activity for all camp goers. I arrived for my first day on June 5
looking forward to a full summer of fun. I was told to report to the head
physical education instructors office for a brief meeting. The campers would
be arriving the next day and we needed to prepare our agenda. I walked
straight into Miss Greta Schultz's office and introduced myself. I felt a bit
uneasy as she gave me the once over. She told me to sit down and listen. She
also told me to not ask questions until she was through with her instructions.
She made clear that she was going to be the one in charge for the entire
summer. I was to be her servant. Whatever she asked me to do had to be done as
soon as possible. She put down some ground rules about how the children were
to be treated and how we were not at the summer camp for romance with the
other camp counselors.

Greta was a big girl. She stood about 5'-11" tall and had a very sculptured
physique. She had short blonde hair and a very authoritative attitude. The
meeting ended and I shook hands with Greta and went to the woman's counselors
barracks. I met some of the other girl counselors who would be staying for the
summer. They were a bunch of nice girls and most of them had been at this camp
for a couple of summers. They told me to watch out for Greta because she was a
mean and nasty bitch. I like to form my own opinions so I didn’t do a lot of
serious listening. The camp had eight woman counselors and eleven men
counselors. The junior counselors all shared large barracks type housing,
while the head instructors enjoyed private rooms.

The first couple of weeks were tough. We were all up at 6am for breakfast
every day. We kept the children busy for most of the day. My work day usually
ended around 8pm. I came to find that Greta was going to be quite a problem
for me. She not only was very demanding, she sported quite a little mean
streak. None of the children really liked her. I showed the children a little
kindness and I quickly became their favorite counselor. On many occasions
Greta berated me for one thing or another. I just listened to her rants and
went on with my day. I needed the money this camp would provide. I do not come
from a rich family and with my final year of college coming up, well you know
what I mean.

We wore the same outfits every day. A white t-shirt with "Camp Beaverbrook"
emblazoned in red letters across our chests. Red gym shorts, sweatsocks and
sneakers completed our attire. Greta did not like the idea of the camp name on
my t-shirt sticking out a lot further on my chest than it did on hers. She was
always making comments on my body. After about three weeks of this nonsense I
began to make some small comments of protest back at Greta. This sent her into
a rage and I was asked to report to Mr. Dopko, the camp headmaster. Mr. Dopko
was a nice old man and he was very understanding when I told him of my
troubles with Greta. He just smiled and told me that he had trouble with Greta
the last couple of years and he just about had it with her. He explained that
he really couldn't fire Greta as her father was owner of the large company
that ran the camp. Greta was not going anywhere so it was suggested that I
just suck it up or leave for home.

I loved everything else about the camp. The other counselors were great. Every
night we would get together for a campfire and swap stories. A couple of the
stories involved Greta. She never showed up for our nightly campfires so she
was fair game for some good story telling. Seems that every year she picked on
one of the counselors to the point of fisticuffs. The other counselors said
Greta was very fast with her hands and I should watch out because it was
obvious I was her target for this summer. Another reason I loved the camp was
Ross. He was a shy, handsome boy from Ohio. This summer was Ross's third at
the camp. The other counselors told me not to become too involved with Ross.
He was a great guy but Greta viewed Ross as her own and any interest on my
part might result in problems.

One hot night at the end of July I could not sleep. I got up from bed and took
a walk in the woods. I heard sounds in the distance. They sounded like
slapping sounds at first. I could also hear Greta's voice. I carefully snuck
through the woods to a little clearing. I hid behind the tree and found Greta
standing over Ross. Ross was on his knees and it looked like he had a nice
shiner. I could here Greta say, "So Ross, you like that whore Lisa, do you?".
Ross didn’t answer. He just kind of lowered his head a little. Greta stood
before Ross and took off her shirt and shorts. What a body she had. She may
have been a bitch and a half but she sure took care of that body of hers.
Greta told Ross to begin eating her. She grabbed him by his hair and pulled
his face into her crotch. Ross's face showed more fear than anything. I guess
this kind of thing must have been happening for quite a while. I didn’t know
what to do and to tell you the truth I was a bit aroused, so I just sat back
and watched as Ross licked away at Greta. After a while Greta pulled Ross to
his feet. She pulled down his shorts and released Ross's manhood. To say the
least Ross was hung like a horse. To that point in my life I had never seen a
cock as large as Ross's. He wasn't even hard and his member had to be 10"
long. Greta began stroking Ross's cock with her hands. She became angry after
a few minutes because Ross was not getting hard. "Can't get it up again, can
you?" she said. From my vantage point it was Greta who didn't know how to get
Ross up. "Give me two minutes with him and I'll show you how to get him up" I
thought. Greta then ordered Ross back to his knees and he finished off Greta
with a good tongue lashing. Greta went into a muscle pose as she climaxed, it
was really the strangest sight. Her rock hard arms gleamed in the moonlight as
her pelvic thrusts went into overdrive. She moaned for a while and dropped to
her knees when she was finished.

She put on her clothes and left without saying a word to Ross. He just sat
there with a look of embarrassment on his face. I wanted to talk to him right
then and there but I figured he would be humiliated, so I just got up and
left. The next morning I was taking a shower. I guess a community shower is
not the best thing for a girl who is built like I am. Lisa came into the
shower room and gave me the once over look. I asked her what was wrong.
"Nothings wrong Debbie, I just wish I had half the body you have. Boy have you
been blessed". Lisa and I had become close and I considered her my best friend
at the camp. Lisa asked me if I had any plans to take on Greta before the end
of the summer. I told her I just wanted to finish out the summer and go home.
We both turned off the water to the shower and began to towel off. Lisa told
me that last year Greta gave her a severe beating for fooling around with Ross
behind her back. She told me she loved Ross but he was afraid to show any
interest in Lisa because he knew Greta would beat both of them half to death.
"You can take her, can't you?" she asked me. I told her I wasn’t sure and
tried to walk away. "I don't know why but for some reason I know you have the
ability to put Greta in her place.". I just smiled and continued to dress.

At breakfast Ross showed up with a nice black eye to show for last nights
efforts. He went around telling everyone that he ran into a tree while jogging
in the dark last night. "He ran into a tree alright" I thought. Later that day
we had a little arm wrestling contest for some of the 13 year old boys. Some
of the boys started egging me and Greta on about a match. I didn’t want to but
Greta insisted. We both sat down at a picnic table and locked arms. Greta's
arms bulged with the strain of her effort. "Look at the size of Debbie's arm"
said one of the campers. I was losing the contest in the beginning but after
about a twenty second struggle I forced Greta's arm to the table. The campers
and counselors both broke into cheers. Greta was pissed big time. She got up
from the table and stormed off. I received a lot of congratulations from the
others. Lisa just looked at me and said "I told you that you have her number".

After dinner that night Ross asked to speak with me. We went for a long walk
in the woods. He explained to me that he really loved Lisa, but he had this
problem with Greta. He confessed all and I didn’t have the heart to tell him
that I saw all I needed to the night before. His main concern was for Lisa. He
knew that if he was to show any interest in front of Greta that he or Lisa
would receive a good beating. He didn’t know why but he just could not beat
Greta in a fight. He said that she was much too strong and powerful for him. I
asked him point blank what he wanted me to do. "Go to Greta and make her stop
this abuse. Lisa and I both know you can do it". I assured him that I was in
their corner and I would speak to Greta later that evening.

I went to Greta's cabin. She answered the door soaking in sweat. She had been
working out and was a little upset that I had disturbed her. She asked me in
and we had our little talk. I told her I knew what she was doing and I wanted
it stopped or she would have to deal with me. What you saw today in that arm
wrestling competition is just a little of what I can do. Greta could not
believe her ears and I thought we would fight right then and there. I told her
with three weeks to go in the summer, I did not wish to lose my job. She told
me to get out and rest assured that we would tussle sometime soon, she just
needed to think a little.

Three days went by and even though we spent most of the day together, Greta
never mentioned our fight. Then on Saturday morning August 4 she asked me to
her room. On the table was three weeks pay in cash. "I talked to my daddy and
told him of our little trouble." We fight tonight at midnight, if you lose and
you will, you will take your three weeks pay and leave immediately. What if I
win, I asked. "Then you get to stay and I will leave the camp for good" was
her reply. Sounded good to me. As I turned to leave she told me to bring along
Ross and Lisa with me. She was sure they would be interested in the outcome of
our fight. I brought the news back to the now happy couple and they were
excited about the planned event. I told them to keep their mouths shut with
the other counselors. I don’t like a big crowd when I fight.

At 11:40pm Ross, Lisa and I began our walk to the scene of the fight. I
remembered Lisa's comment about my body in the shower. Looking at Lisa I
thought to myself that she sure didn’t have anything to be ashamed of. She had
light brown shoulder length hair, a very pretty face and what I would think to
be a 38D-24-36 body. We arrived at the same clearing Greta used to humiliate
Ross a few days ago. Greta looked great in her uniform as usual. (When you
readers picture Greta, please think of a very muscular Brigitte Neilson, Sly
Stallone's old mistake). I know I've been compared to a ripped version of
Chloe Vevrier but I found a better description of myself for all of you
readers. (When you readers think of me think of a 1981 Playboy centerfold
named Patricia Farinelli. Same face only with 44-DD breasts. Also think of
tightly muscled arms, shoulders and legs. Not overly large but very firm and
imposing looking. My abdominal muscles are very clearly defined from hours of
situps).

The open area was really an old basketball court with weeds growing through
the old pavement. A picnic bench was located to the side and there was a small
playground with swings and a merry-go-round to the left. Ross and Lisa took
each others hand and boldly walked past Greta. They sat on the picnic table as
Greta eyed them angrily. Greta set down the ground rules. I guess anything
goes except no biting, kicking or hitting between the legs. We would fight
until one of us was knocked out. She insisted on that. She said she did not
want me quitting on her. Greta said that if I won she would leave the camp
immediately. She also said that when she won she would have her way with both
Ross and Lisa. "Do both of you understand what that means?" she asked. They
both nodded yes and a little nervously I might add.

We assumed what had become a very familiar position for me, "fists at the
ready". Greta came almost running at me and began to swing like a wild woman.
Lefts and Rights hit me all over my body. I very calmly got in a couple of
good shots that really pissed off Greta. She just kept charging like an angry
bull. About two minutes into the fight I hit her with a real good left and her
nose began to bleed. Greta no longer had a look of anger on her face, I had
scared her. She was the one on the defensive now and I soon began to take
charge. Lisa and Ross yelled encouragement to me and I began to give Greta a
good going over. I beat Greta over to where Lisa and Ross sat. A good straight
right drove Greta into Lisa's lap. Lisa pushed Greta back into the fight and
she received more of the same. My punches were crisp and sharp and the my
fists make loud smacking sounds in the calm midnight air. Three straight
right-left combinations drove Greta backward. She backpeddled and fell to the
ground. She shook her head in amazement and rose quickly. I don't know why but
when she got up she removed her shirt. She did not have a bra on and her 36"
breasts stood out proudly. She then pulled off her shorts and stood before me
only in panties and sneakers. Not to be outdone, I too removed my shirt, but I
was not about to take off my bra. There is a reason my titts are so firm and a
large bra has a lot to do with that. I pulled off my shorts and Greta shot a
look of amazement as my bush poked out to both sides of my panties.

Greta came running at me and soon we were wrestling on the ground. She tried
to pull off my bra but was unsuccessful. Soon I had her in a headlock and was
giving her a good facial with my right fist. She let out a sound of hurt
everytime I hit her. The sight of us fighting just was too much for Lisa and
Ross. They too had disrobed and were fondling each other as the fight
progressed. I released Greta from my headlock and resumed my assault. I
punched her square in both of her titts and she fell backward again. This time
she did not rise so fast. I reached down and pulled her up by her boyish hair.
Two punches later she fell backward onto the merry-go-round. She was spread
eagle with both arms fully extended to either side of her. She was not quite
knocked out but she was definitely on queer street. I reached down and sent a
right hand cross to her face. This made the merry-go-round spin away from me.
Greta just stayed on the merry-go-round with her head swimming. One revolution
later I hit her with another right cross. The ride began to spin faster. After
five rights the ride was spinning out of control and Greta had XX's on her
eyes. She was out like a light and the fight was over. Lisa ran to me and
jumped into my arms. She gave me a big kiss on the cheek and told me how much
she enjoyed seeing me defeat Greta. Ross too, congratulated me and had a look
of amazement on his face. "You are quite a woman Debbie, I must say".

I told my friends that they could finish what they started if they wanted. I
told them I had other plans for Greta and gave them a wink. I sat down on the
merry-go-round once it stopped spinning. Lisa led Ross into the woods and I
could see her beginning to suck on his large tool. Just then Greta began to
come to. She moaned a little and gave me a look of amazement as I stood before
her. "You didn’t knock me out, did you?" I gave her a smile and told her yes.
She shook her head and began to get up. I grabbed the top of her head and
pushed her to a sitting position. "I have a little ritual that you must go
though before you leave Greta". You see, when I am in a fight and I come out
the winner I expect a little respect from my defeated foe. I reached down and
pulled off my panties. Greta's eyes got as big as saucers. "You don’t mean to
say", "Yes you have the right idea, now get going" I said. I guess she figured
she didn’t have any choice so she began munching on my rug. I must say she was
rather good at it too. I was kind of tired from the battle so I told her to
stop for a minute. I lead her over to the picnic table and I sat down. Greta
got to her knees and continued her service. I took off my bra and began
twisting my rock hard nipples back and forth. As I was being pleasured I
noticed Lisa leading Ross by his dick across the open area. The sight of Lisa
holding onto Ross's hard 12" cock caused me to go into immediate convulsions.
Greta continued her slopping until I ordered her to stop.

I was finished but Ross still had a hungry look on his face. "I kept him
fresh" Lisa said. I moved to the other side of the picnic table. Lisa sat
beside me and Ross bent Greta over the table. Greta's face was no more than
12" from Lisa's and mine. Ross entered Greta from behind and she let out a
shreek of pain. In and out he went of her bunghole. She began to cry from
either pain or humiliation, I'm not sure. Lisa and I laughed and applauded
Ross's efforts. After about three minutes of this Ross pulled out of her ass.
He spun her around to face him (by this time a small child could have had
Greta do most anything). He grabbed her by her hair and pushed his brown
stained cock into her mouth. Greta made a good deal of choking sounds as she
consumed Ross's love log. Soon her cheeks opened up like a chipmunks. Great
gobs of Ross's goo ran from the corners of her mouth. The evening was over.
Ross carried Greta on his shoulders and Lisa and I traded jokes on the walk
back to the camp.

True to her word the next day Greta was gone. Nobody except we three knew why,
but nobody was complaining either. You readers might be interested to know
that Greta does try to take her revenge in one of my other adventures. The
funny thing about fighting bullies is they really don't believe they lost the
first fight. There is always some reason in their mind that they lost. In
their minds they always have the prospect of gaining revenge for what they
consider to be a fluke loss in the first encounter. I will always continue to
hone my god given talents so that never happens. Happy days to all and we will
be back again with another adventure soon.

(comments on this series to tommy2164 are welcome)

**The End**