Dallas does Debbie
by Tommy2164  
Part 6 in the ongoing saga of Italian-American Strong girl Debbie Umbruzio.


Hi everyone, it's Debbie Umbruzio again and I would like to tell you all about
my latest fistic adventure. It was the summer of my 22nd year when I began to
realize that my life had changed so much since my first fight with Tammy
Backus. Word had gotten around that I was pretty good with my fists and was
not afraid to take on anyone who threatened my life or the lives of my friends
and family. Pretty soon I was getting calls from people I didn’t even know
asking me to protect them from one bully or another. I sort of became the
protector of the neighborhood if you know what I mean. Oftentimes the disputes
would be settled without the use of fists. I always try to reason with people
before resorting to fisticuffs. My latest adventure did not allow me to use my
power of reason. Once again I was forced into using my hands to settle the
score.

Dallas Bonnano lived three blocks away from me. She was two years older than
me and a real looker. She stood about 5'-8" tall with a models good looks. She
sported a 42-22-36 body that made many a mouth water with lust. She had long
blond hair and for as long as I have known her, quite a snotty attitude. She
was hot looking since she was 14 years old and she knew it. Just about every
guy in the neighborhood took a shot at old Dallas. Most of them were turned
away quick, only quarterbacks and rich guys were allowed a chance at Dallas'
affections.

One night Dallas arrived at my front door and asked to speak to me. She looked
great as usual but she seemed to be quite upset about something. I asked her
in and she began to tell me her story. She was having trouble with a local
redneck named Warren "Tiny" Costanzo. Tiny was a gorilla of a man. He was
6'-0" tall and weighed around 370 pounds. Tiny owned the a gas station at the
end of town and the way Dallas tells the story, he began hitting on her every
time she went in for a fill up. Two days ago Dallas had trouble with her car
and she took it to Tiny to get fixed. Tiny told Dallas he would work on her
car and for her to come back at 8pm that night to pick it up. When Dallas
arrived to pick up her car Tiny forced her into a back room and raped her.

Dallas began to sob as she told me her story and I gave her a hug and told her
I would take care of Tiny for her the next day. Dallas insisted she come along
to see Tiny get his beating. All night long I thought that something just
didn’t seem right about Dallas' story. First of all if Tiny bothered Dallas so
much why did she take her car to him to get fixed. We lived in a small town,
but Tiny's place wasn't the only service station around. Also, who gave her
the ride to pick up her car? If Tiny was a problem, why didn't Dallas have
that person wait around for her?

With these questions in mind, Dallas picked me up and drove me to Tiny's
station at 7:30pm the next night. I expected a battle and came dressed to
kill. I wore a fancy jogging outfit over a tight white muscle t-shirt.
Underneath the jogging pants I only had on thong underwear. I wore black
driving gloves to protect my hands. We arrived at Tiny's shortly before his
8pm closing time. He was in his office in the back of the service station when
I confronted him about what he did to Dallas. He wiped grease from his big
hairy arms and looked at me boldly. Yeah, I had my way with the bitch, what of
it whore? Do you eat with that mouth fat boy?, I asked. I don't think Tiny
liked the "fat boy" comment and he asked me if I would like to step outside. I
held out my hand and lead him out the front door and around the back of the
service station. Dallas followed the two of us with much anticipation on her
face. The back of the station was cluttered with tall weeds and filled with
empty cans and stacks of worn out tires. I took off the top of my jogging suit
and allowed my 44's a little breathing room. Both Tiny and Dallas went wide
eyed at the site of my zeppelins.

Tiny lunged at me and I caught him with a quick jab to his fat little face. I
almost laughed because when I hit him he said "OW". "It was only a little jab
big boy, wait till you feel this", I said. With that I nailed him hard with a
right hand cross. Tiny made a big "OOOF" sound as my fist hit off his face. I
must have hit him about 20 times and he still didn’t get a good shot in at me.
What kind of a rapist is this guy?, I thought to myself. Dallas watched our
battle with a look of surprise on her face. The big titted Italian girl was
giving Tiny a good going over. I decided to try something out and let Tiny hit
me with a shot. Tiny threw a right that I walked into and I staggered to the
ground. "That's it Tiny, now go get her", Dallas said. I looked at Dallas and
she had this "Did I say that out loud?" look on her face. At least now I knew
that this was a set up. I would have to find out why later, but for now I had
370 pounds of trouble on my hands.

Tiny came at me with new found confidence. He knocked me around pretty good
with looping lefts and rights. I blocked most of them with my arms, but his
punches still kind of hurt. I kept taking shots at Tiny's face but he just
seemed to shake them off and continue fighting. I decided to take a good shot
at Tiny's sizeable wasteline. "Bang", my fist went into his gut. A look of
pain crossed Tiny's face. "Bingo, I thought, his weakness is that fat belly of
his. Just as I released my fist from his gut, Tiny grabbed me and put me in a
bear hug. My huge titts pressed into his face as he lifted me from the ground
with his big hairy arms squeezing away at my waist. The air was being forced
from my lungs by the fat slob. Dallas's titts jumped up and down as she
cheered on Tiny. Finally I twisted both of my arms free and brought them both
straight out with palms open. I drove both palms into the sides of each of
Tiny's ears. He dropped me quickly and screamed in pain. While he held his
ears, I nailed him right in the stomach with a straight left hand. My fist
buried itself into his blubber. I sent shot after shot to Tiny's midsection.
With each punch Tiny would make a loud "OOF - OOF - OOF" sound. Tiny's face
was almost purple. My punches had driven most of the wind from his lungs. He
stood before me holding his gut and I measured him for the kill. I ran at him
and nailed him with a right uppercut that knocked him back into the pile of
tires. Tiny lay on the tire pile spread eagle. His eyes clicked shut and he
was out.

I turned to confront Dallas but all I heard was the sounds of her tires
screeching as she drove off like a mad lady. I sat down on the tires and
waited for Tiny to come back from sleepy land. He started moaning and he began
to get up from the tires when his eyes met mine. "Ok, big boy, you want to
tell me what this is all about?", I asked. Just don't hurt me anymore lady, I
sure as hell don't want any more of you tonight. Tiny confessed to everything
very quickly, I was glad to see he had some admiration for me after I cleaned
his clock. Dallas hated all the recognition I was receiving and she paid Tiny
$ 100.00 to get into a fight with me. Another $ 100.00 was in it for Tiny if
he defeated me. She came up with the rape story because she knew I wouldn't
fight Tiny for just any old reason. I guess Dallas' new boyfriend made a
comment or two about how a strong good looking sexy girl like myself really
turned him on. In short, Dallas was jealous of me.

I grabbed my jogging top and ordered Tiny to drive me home. Tiny didn't have
much to say and I took the $ 100.00 from him as well. I was itching to settle
the score with Dallas that night and I jumped into my corvette and drove all
over town looking for her. Word had it that she high tailed it up to her
parents summer home at the lake. Off to the lake I drove. I parked about three
cottages down from Dallas' summer home. I could see her inside the cottage
nervously watching out the windows. Nobody else seemed to be home, so I just
walked up to the front door and knocked. Dallas was almost crying when she saw
me. I think I'll let little Miss Dallas tell the story from here.

She stood before me looking like a comic book super hero. Her long muscular
limbs glistened in the moonlight. I knew I was in for big trouble. Debbie
walked in the front door and we stood tit to tit. She hauled off and slapped
me with an open hand across my face. I fell to my knees with my head spinning.
She reached down and pulled off my shirt with one quick motion. She told me to
stand up and take off my bra. I would have done anything at that moment to
avoid further punishment from Debbie. She gave my tits a good looking over. I
wondered what was in store for me and then Debbie spoke. "You shouldn’t have
lied to me Dallas". "Rape is a very serious thing, you know". "Please, I'll do
anything, just don't hurt me. Debbie began pulling off her clothes. First she
threw her jogging top on the floor. Then she pulled her muscle shirt over her
head and discarded that as well. She stood before me with her tits sticking
out proudly. Then she removed her jogging pants. Thick wisps of jet black hair
jutted out from both sides of her thong underwear. Again she let loose with a
backhand and I staggered backward. She came to me and picked me up over her
shoulders. She carried me upstairs to my bedroom. I guess at that point I knew
what was next. She threw me on my bed and reached up and un-hooked her bra.
Her breasts were magnificent. They stood out from her ribcage like two loaves
of bread. Not a bit of sag to either one of them. She removed her thong
underwear and she was now completely naked.

I have been around a lot of naked women before and I can honestly say that I
have never seen a body like Debbie's. She was flawless. I rose from the bed
and pressed my breasts against hers. Debbie began to sway her tits back and
forth. Both our nipples stiffened as our tits collided. I grabbed a hold of
her massive orbs and began sucking on them like a small child looking for its
mothers nourishment. Her nipples stiffened more with every lick I delivered.
Her nipple area alone was about as large as my palms. She took her hands and
pushed down on my shoulders. I dropped to my knees and my face pressed against
her six pack abs. Thin wisps of hair at her navel area grew to a massive
forest of hair surrounding her cunt. She pushed down on my head and guided my
face into her love hole. I reached up and massaged her melons while she ground
her cunt into my face. Her juices flowed as my tongue made its way in and out
of her box. Debbie was moaning in pleasure as I attempted to give her the
licking of her life. I told her to lie down on the bed and I went over to my
dresser drawer and pulled out "Tommy Salamie", my 12" dildo. I layed down
along side Debbie and inserted "Tommy" into her pre-soaked love nest. She took
much more of the 12" than I ever did. With my free hand I massaged her tits.
Soon Debbie began to spasm from "Tommy's" efforts. She grabbed my head and
pressed it into her cleavage as she howled in climax for what seemed like two
minutes straight. My bed was soaked with her juices.

It was my turn, I was sure. I was going to get a good licking from this tough
muscle girl. She pulled off my pants and I too was soaking wet. I never did
this with a woman before and I rather liked it up to this point I must admit.
Debbie stood me up and looked at me with smokey eyes. She took "Tommy" in her
right hand and inserted him into my hole. I grabbed a hold of her tits as she
sent the dildo in and out of my hole, first slowly and then faster and faster.
She would always slow up just when I thought I would come. This went on for
over one half hour and by that time I thought my cunt would explode. I was red
raw from the constant thrusting of my pocket rocket. My juices were still
running wild, but Debbie just would not allow me my release. "Please, let me
come Debbie, I've had enough". Debbie pulled the dildo out of my and pushed me
onto the bed. She grabbed her massive rack and massaged her stiff nipples over
my clitoris. Again I was close to climax and Debbie pulled back. She was
punishing me in a way totally different than she punished Tiny. The punishment
was every bit as humiliating as the one Tiny experienced.

I laid on the bed and Debbie rose before me. Still fully naked her nipples
stiffened in the night air. She went into a double biceps pose and I began to
moan at the sight. Then she flexed her stomach muscles and said "ripped for
your pleasure". I was totally turned on by this sexy strongwoman. A couple of
more muscle poses and I began to climax without even massaging my organ. I
arched my back as Debbie went from one muscle pose to another. My climax was
so strong that I actually passed out from the pleasure. I awoke the next
morning. Debbie was long gone. I went to the bathroom and noticed that I had
quite a shiner from Debbie's backhands the night before. I realize that I
could have been a lot worse for the wear if Debbie treated me the way she
treated some of her other female opponents. Debbie realized that I was not a
physical challenge to her so she showed me up sexually. She made me realize
that she was more woman than I could every hope to be. The legend of Italian
Strong woman Debbie Umbruzio lives on. 

**The End**