Family Affair
by Tommy2164
Part 9 in the ongoing saga of Italian-American Strong girl Debbie Umbruzio.


Hi, it's Debbie Umbruzio again with another one of my fistic adventures.

My last fight was over nine months ago. I fought and defeated a guy named
Mario Anzeloni, (See Part 8 of my adventures). I was very content not being
challenged for so long. A girl does need her rest, you know. I spent most of
my time training at my gym for my next encounter.

I knew there would be other challenges. Trouble always seems to find people
like me.

First word gets out that there is a strong girl in town and every bully is out
to prove that he (or she) is the one that can knock you off your throne.

It was a typical hot sunny July afternoon and I decided to head home from the
gym to catch some rays in my back yard. I ran into the house and quickly
changed into my blue bikini. I would never wear a bikini bottom in public,
mind you. My pubic hair is quite thick and I believe a girl should go natural
when it comes to her pubic patch.

I positioned myself on a lounge chair, turned on the radio and began my sun
bath. After about an hour on my back I turned over on my stomach, only to
notice that I had company. I don't know how long he was standing there, he
said he had just arrived, but I wasn't certain. He was a parcel post delivery
man and he had a package for my mom.

I stood up and carefully wrapped my waist with a towel. I walked toward the
delivery man and noticed that his eyes were bugging out of his head. The patch
on his shirt told me his name was Rocco. The lump in his pants told me he was
aroused. He handed me the package and I signed where he asked me to. I could
feel his eyes looking me up and down while I signed for the package. I handed
him back his clipboard and looked into his eyes. He was quite handsome and I
gave him a smile. He smiled back and asked me a question that made me laugh.
"Where in the hell did you get a body like that?". I told him it took a lot of
time to look like this. I turned to walk back to my lounge chair, but he
started following me.

He said "Well, I've seen your body, would you like to see mine?". I turned
around and before I knew it he had his shirt off. He had a wonderful body, I
must admit, but I was really turned off by his superior attitude. He was about
6'-3" tall and I would guess about 230 lbs. His upper body was very muscular
in a blocky kind of way. His chest was filled with thick black hair. I do have
a weakness for men with hairy chests, but something about this guy told me he
was no good. Put your shirt on Romeo or I will call your superiors. He looked
at me with some surprise and anger that I would have the nerve to turn him
down.

The next thing I know he is un-zipping his pants. He pulls out his dryer vent
of a cock and expected me to be impressed. Actually, I was impressed, but I
wasn't going to let this jerk know. "Come on baby, your body is made for a
body like mine." Lets go into your house and have sex.". What nerve, I
thought. I told him that I didn't know who he thought he was, but I was not
just another easy lay. I again asked him to leave and finally with anger in
his eyes he zipped back up his trousers and put his shirt on. "You don't know
what your missing bitch", he said. I hate that word and told him so, but he
just turned away and got back into his delivery truck. I stood there for about
ten minutes filled with anger and I dare say a bit of lust. I finished up my
sunbath and went upstairs for a shower.

Later that night at dinner I mentioned to my mom that I had signed for a
parcel post package earlier in the day. She quizzed me a little about the
delivery person and I told her only as much as a mother should know. She gave
my father a knowing look and said "Angelina's son Rocco is our delivery man".
My father raised his eyebrows a little and continued eating his meal. I asked
my mother where she knew this guy from and she told me we would talk later.
After dinner my father went out bowling with the guys and I helped my mom do
the dishes. Once we were finished she told me she wanted to talk to me. We sat
down at the kitchen table and she asked me if Rocco had made a pass at me. I
told her yes, but didn't go into the details. Stay away from him Debbie, all
of the Villano's are bad news. She explained that many years ago she had it
out with Mrs. Villano over my father. I guess Mrs. Villano had the hots for
dear old Dad and mother put a stop to it the only way a Umbruzio woman knows,
with her fists.

My mother explained this to me many years ago, but I will explain it to my
readers again. Some Italian women are blessed with superior fighting ability
and strength. My mom told me there are varying stages of power given to
certain women of Italian descent. My mom always told me she was a level 8 and
I was a level 10.

I asked her if Mrs. Villano had our gift and my mother nodded and looked away.
"What level is she, mother.". Level 10 my dear, was her reply. How then did
you defeat a level 10 mom? I didn't and that's just my point honey, stay away
from anyone in the Villano family.

My mom went on to explain that her fight with Mrs. Villano was when they both
were in their early 20's. Mom said she took a pretty good beating but my
father stood by her side and shunned Mrs. Villano's advances. They were
married about a year after her fight with Mrs. Villano. I was kind of upset
for the rest of the night. From time to time when I was young I remember my
mom getting into it with other woman and she always came out a winner. The
thought of her losing to another woman just never occurred to me. I must give
her credit though, for telling me the truth. It is not easy to admit to a
defeat at the hands of another woman.

My curiosity got the best of me and I started asking around about this Rocco
Villano guy. He had a real reputation as a ladies man and a bit of a jerk. I
found a couple of girls who went out with him and they rambled on about how he
was very self centered and treated woman like second class citizens. I kind of
figured him for the type, but I was more interested in his mother. I wanted to
meet the woman who defeated my Mother many years ago. I thought a simple look
into the phone book would solve my dilemma. There were only five listings for
"Villano" in the phone book and none of the listings had sons that delivered
parcel post. My only chance at meeting Mrs. Villano was through her idiot son
Rocco. I decided to spend more afternoon time sun bathing that week in hopes
of running into the jerk. Three days went by before I finally spotted his
truck coming up the street. I stepped into the street with my tits straining
out of a tight red tank top. My white gym shorts showed off my tanned muscular
legs. Rocco's eyes got real big again and he stopped the truck. I told him I
changed my mind and that if he was looking for a good time I was his girl. He
pulled the truck into my driveway and I jumped in the truck with him. I
straddled his lap and ground my tits into his face. I could feel his cock
bulge in his pants and he began to moan. I told him to take me to the back of
his truck so nobody could get an eye on what we were doing. He stood straight
up and carried me to the back of the truck. I pulled off my tank top and shook
my 48's in his face. He told me to take off my bra but I told him I wasn't
that kind of girl.

He begged me to reveal my charms to him but I kept the bra on all the while
kissing him and rubbing my melons into his chest. I told him I never fucked a
guy before I met his family and he gave me an annoyed look. Meet my family?
What does that have to do with anything? I made a deal with him. If he could
beat me in arm wrestling then he could have me, but if he lost I was going to
have dinner that Friday with his family. He agreed and soon was rolling up his
sleeves. I locked palms with him and the match was on. He was a strong man but
not nearly strong enough. I pinned his arm in about 12 seconds flat. He looked
a little embarrassed and pissed off at the same time. I stood up and said pick
me up at 8pm on Friday big boy. He just sat there with a dejected look on his
face.

Rocco was at my door at 8pm sharp on Friday, just as planned. I took the
liberty of wearing some clothing that really showed off my 48-22- 34 figure. I
jumped in the car and Rocco started filling me in on his parents. He told them
we had been dating for quite some time and he wanted them to meet me. He also
told me his mother was quite bossy and he was hoping she was in a good mood.

We arrived at Rocco's house at about 8:15pm. The Villano's had a nice upper
middle class home with a large yard in the back. Rocco took me into the house
and introduced me to his parents. Mr. Villano was about 56 years old. He was
about 6'- 0" tall and about 210 lbs or so. He looked like he was in pretty
good shape at one time. He had large shoulders and biceps but his pot belly
kind of ruined his physique. Mrs. Villano was a real looker. My mother said
she would be around 48 years old, but she looked like she was younger than
that. If I had to guess, I would think her measurements to be 44-25-36. To
tell you the truth, she looked a lot like a 44 year old Raquel Welsh.

When I was introduced I felt a certain friction in the room. Mr. Villano eyed
me up and down like a wolf and Mrs. Villano shook my hand coldly. We sat down
to dinner and the evening went downhill from there. Mrs. Villano kept making
snippy remarks and Mr. Villano kept staring at my tits. Mrs. Villano told me I
looked very familiar and asked me where I was from. I told her a little about
myself and she asked me my last name since Rocco only introduced me as
"Debbie". When I told her my name was Debbie Umbruzio, her eyes went wide and
she stood up. She asked her husband to step into the pantry and I could hear
them discussing me in no uncertain terms. All of this did not seem to bother
Rocco who alternated between eating his salad and gazing at my bust line. Mrs.
Villano came out of the pantry and walked right past the dinner table. I could
hear her storm upstairs. Mr. Villano returned from the pantry and began to
make sexist remarks. I told him I didn't appreciate his remarks and he stood
up and told me he wasn't going to be talked back to in his own home. I stood
up to face Mr. Villano and he grabbed both of my breasts with his large hands.
I looked down at his paws on my tits and asked him what he was doing.

He turned to his son and asked him if he would like to see what was under my
blouse. Rocco jumped to his feet and stood beside his dad with a smug look on
his face. I faked like I was scared and in my best acting voice said, "I know
I don't stand a chance with you two big strong boys. Please don't rape me.
Step out back and I'll service you both, but please do not rape me." Mr.
Villano gave me a strong backhand to the face and I fell over the table. Rocco
pulled at my blouse and ripped it from my neck to my navel. I allowed both men
to handle my breasts and hump my clothed ass. All along I faked a protest in
my best little girl voice.

Just when I was sure they both had rods I turned to face them. I threw a right
cross at Mr. Villano that knocked him back against a wall. Rocco made a move
for me and I sent him on his ass with a straight left hand. I grabbed Mr.
Villano by his shirt collar and slapped his face back and forth several times.
Then I reached down and pulled Rocco to his feet. I dragged both men to the
back door and out into the back yard.

The Villano's back yard was huge with a nice big swimming pool right in the
center. A great yard for a fight, I thought. Both men stood before me with
shame on their faces.

A girl had gotten the best of them so far and I don't think they had any idea
what they were to do next. I took the suspense out of the moment by punching
Rocco in the jaw. Mr. Villano then took a big swing at me and I took the wind
out of him with a crisp shot to his gut.

He slumped to his knees holding his stomach. I then rushed to Rocco who was
getting up from the ground. Rocco was big and muscular but he was no match for
my powers. I punched him from one end of the yard to the other. I could have
knocked him out any time I wanted. I punched him over to the swimming pool and
I thought that the diving board would be a good place to knock the punk out,
so I drove his sorry ass over to the deep end of the pool. Rocco was out on
his feet and it didn't take my best punch of the night to knock him first to a
sitting position on the diving board and then straight onto his back where he
was out like a light.

I stood over Rocco admiring my work. I turned just in time to see Mr. Villano
coming at me with a two by six. He swung hard and just missed my pretty little
head.

"That's dirty pool, old man" I said. One shot to his head and he dropped the
wood. Without his weapon Mr. Villano was a coward. He began to whimper as I
punched him about the head and face. I sent alternating shots to his face and
then his stomach. His body shot back and forth with each mighty blast. I held
him up straight with my left hand and looked him right in his terror filled
eyes and said "This is what you get for messing with a lady, Mr. Villano". I
sent a hard right hand to the side of his head and knocked him backward into
some bushes. I could hear him moaning and I walked back into the bushes to
confirm that he was indeed knocked out. I looked around to survey the damage.

My blouse was badly ripped and I had blood on my knuckles (their blood, not
mine). Both men were badly beaten and their faces showed the effect of my
blows. I turned to walk back to the pool to check on Rocco and it occurred to
me that Mrs. Villano had to hear the fight from upstairs. Why did she not rush
out and try to protect her boys?

Just then Mrs. Villano appeared at the back door. She opened the door and she
walked toward Rocco with a disgusted look on her face. She had a short bath
robe on and she gave me an eye as I walked toward her. I noticed that she had
a large zucchini in her hand. "Do you get off on stuff like this Mrs.
Villano". She looked down at the zucchini and said "Oh, no dear. This isn't
for me, it's for you after I give you a good beating. I'm sure a girl like you
can take one this size, can't you? After all, your mother took one larger than
this twenty years ago.

That comment sent me into a rage and I rushed at Mrs. Villano with all my
might. She threw off her bath robe and stood before me in a black bikini.

Her body was still quite shapely and I was surprised at her muscularity. We
squared off and I nailed her with a hard right to her chin. She stood her
ground and began her assault on me. Her punches were hard and true. We traded
punches back and forth and soon we were rolling on the ground pulling at
whatever body part we could get our hands on. My blouse was soon torn from my
body. I managed to pull off Mrs. Villano's bikini top, so she was fighting me
bare breasted. What a set she had for an old broad!! We fought our way over to
the edge of the pool. Rocco's limp body still lay on the diving board. We
boxed along the concrete border of the pool. Mrs. Villano's punches were
harder than any male opponent I ever encountered. At one point I hit her with
a hard straight right to her nose. She backed up for the first time in the
fight and put her hand to her nose. She looked down at her hand and realized
that I had bloodied her nose. She gave me a wild eyed look and came charging
at me. She belted me with wild rights and lefts and had me backing up all
along the pool deck. She sent a hard left cross that made me see stars.
Another hard punch sent my head reeling and soon I landed hard on my ass. She
had actually knocked me down. I was now in un-chartered territory. Never in my
life had I been knocked down by an opponent.

She advanced on me with a smug look on her face. I kicked at the back of her
legs and soon she was on her backside. I jumped to my feet and ran to her. I
grabbed her left breast and cocked my arm back like I was shooting a bow. Then
I sent about five straight shots to her face. Her eyes were a little glassy by
now and I was enjoying the advantage for the first time in our fight. I pulled
her up by her tits and hit her with a left hook that knocked her straight into
the pool. I dove in after her and proceeded to knock her from one end of the
pool to the other. Her face was beginning to show signs of the beating I was
giving her. Her right eye was almost closed shut and she had cuts and
abrasions all over her face and forehead. I beat her over to the shallow end
of the pool.

Then I punched her straight up the steps and out of the pool. She sat on her
ass and looked up at me. The smug look on her face was replaced with a look of
fear. Knowing that I had the fight won at that point I reached down and pulled
off her bikini bottom. She had a nicely trimmed black haired love hole. I
reached behind me and un-hooked my soaking wet bra. Then I pulled off my short
skirt. I stood before Mrs. Villano fully naked and dripping wet (in more ways
than one). She gasped at the sight before her. About this time Rocco and Mr.
Villano had come to. They both got up and staggered about the yard holding
their bruised faces in their hands. I turned to them and forcefully told them
to sit on the lounge chairs and enjoy the show. They acted like whipped
puppies and with heads lowered they slumped down on the lounge chairs.

I reached out with the heal of my foot and placed it on Mrs. Villano's
forehead. I gently pushed her head and she fell onto her back. She gently
moaned as I stood over her. My long wet cunt hair hung almost to mid thigh. I
lowered my box onto her face and she offered no resistance. I shook my cunt
back and forth over her bruised face. Her face looked like an automobile going
through an automatic car wash.

Without telling her to, she began to lick at my pussy. I could hear both her
husband and son crying in unity as their loved one suffered the ultimate
humiliation before them. She was quite the little cunt lapper, I must say. She
almost had me off when I realized that I had more in mind for my new sex
slave. I stood up on shaky knees and told Rocco to retrieve the zucchini that
Mrs. Villano wanted to use on me at the beginning of our battle.

Rocco brought the zucchini to me and I lowered it to my sopping wet hole.
Rocco and the old man had raging hard ons by now and Rocco had a hard time
walking back over to the lounge chairs. After I got the zucchini good and
covered with my goo I turned around and lifted Mrs. Villano up to a sitting
position. I forced her to suck my juices from the zucchini and she did so
without a struggle. Then I pulled her to her feet and inserted one end of the
zucchini into her hole while looking directly into her eyes. The zucchini went
right in without trouble as it seemed Mrs. Villano was quite aroused. In and
out I worked the zucchini and Mrs. Villano moaned with pleasure. I inserted
the other end of the zucchini into my hole and soon I was giving Mrs. Villano
a good fucking. I began to come and my knees became weak. I howled to orgasm
and it looked like Mrs. Villano was not far off. My intent was not to pleasure
the bitch so once my orgasm had subsided I removed the zucchini from both our
cunts. Mrs. Villano begged me not to stop. "Please don't stop, I have never
known such pleasure". I held her close and whispered into her ear, "Your not
so tough for a level 10 now are you?". I then stood back and measured her. A
long looping right hand sent her back on her ass with her head wobbling from
side to side. She finally fell on her back. Her evening was over.

I turned my attention to the boys. I walked over to them and they both were
wanking their sizeable shafts. They looked on in admiration and fear. I told
them their suffering was over and I was willing to take care of their needs
for them. They both looked shocked as I grabbed their cocks with both of my
hands and began to message their members. I began to back up as I pumped their
cocks and they rose to their feet to follow me. I backed up to the area where
Mrs. Villano lay in a heap. Each man was near climax. Mr. Villano played with
my right breast while Rocco groped at my left. My hands continued their
masterful performance as both men moaned in delight. I then pushed them both
away from me. They stood before me with a look of urgency on their faces. Like
a baseball pitcher I wound up and delivered devastating punches to both of
their faces. They both fell like large oak trees, one to each side of Mrs.
Villano. They had both been knocked out again by my hands. I reached down and
continued waxing their shafts until they both climaxed with quarts of goo all
over Mrs. Villano's bruised face.

Luckily I remembered to bring a camera and I took some shots to remember our
evening together. I left the Villano's a little note thanking them for a
lovely evening and told them if they ever wanted to, they were invited over to
my house for more of the same. Believe it or not, Mrs. Villano did actually
take me up on my offer, but that is a story for another day.

**The End**