Debbie the Avenger
By  Tommy2164
Another Debbie Umbruzio Adventure


It was just another Friday night out for me at my usual spot, Franks Bar and
Grille. I took my seat at the end of the bar and watched the start of an NBA
finals game while I nursed my first beer of the evening. I looked around the
bar and said hello to my some of my friends. I guess I arrived at the bar
around 9pm. It was an awful hot June day and the air conditioner at Franks was
a lot better than the window fan back at my apartment. I wasn't at the bar
fifteen minutes and in they walked, my old girlfriend Wendy with her friend
Debbie Umbruzio.

Everyone at the bar oggled at the sight of the two lovely ladies across the
bar from me. I had dated Wendy for about five weeks. Wendy is 22 years old,
with long blond hair and a killer body. Everyone says she is like a Barbie
doll come to life. One week ago I became frustrated because after five weeks
of dating, Wendy was not putting out like I thought she should. I was horny as
hell and after we went to a movie I drove to a secluded spot and I tried to
take advantage of her. She protested loudly and I ended up slapping her across
her face. I tore at her shirt and massaged her 38D breasts. She kept fighting
and scratching at me and I became engraged. I hauled off and gave her a good
right cross that knocked her out. I won't go into detail, so lets just say I
had my way with her and left her face full of my goo. I figured sooner or
later she would show up at my door with the police, but I guess she had other
plans for me.

I heard about the fistic talents of Debbie Umbruzio the same place everyone
else heard them, from people that never actually witnessed a fight she was in.
Sure she was a muscle goddess with a set of football sized tits, but I never
did believe all the stories about how she beat up both men and women alike. I
was quite certain that Wendy was going to use Debbie as her enforcer. The
girls sat and talked for about a half an hour. From time to time they would
turn away men who were trying to make time with them. I got up from my bar
stool and headed for the mens room. After answering natures call I returned to
my bar stool to find that Debbie and Wendy had moved to my side of the bar and
were now sitting on either side of me. Debbie was dressed in a loose fitting
white shirt with ¾ length sleeves. The top three buttons of her shirt were
unbuttoned and she had a peach colored tank top on underneath. I sat down
between the two girls and Debbie started talking out of the side of her mouth
about how I was a no good punk and I would get what was coming to me before
the night was over. I told Debbie in no uncertain terms that I didn't think
she was up to the task. I am a large man and I do know how to handle myself in
a fight. I am 6'-2" tall and carry 210 lbs of solid muscle on my body. I told
her I wasn't afraid of any girl and if she wanted to try me out I was willing
and able. Debbie suggested that we talk a while like we were enjoying
ourselves and then all three of us could walk out of the bar like we were old
pals. We could then make plans outside to meet for our battle. I couldn't take
my eyes off of Debbie's chest. I was always a big tit fan and Debbie sported a
pair of 44 double D's that were real eye poppers. About 10pm we all decided to
leave the bar. I put my arm around Debbie and Wendy's shoulders and we walked
outside. Everyone in the bar watched us leave and I felt like a real stud with
these two lookers in my arms.

Once outside Wendy became combative. In a low controlled tone she told me off
for leaving my goo all over her face last week. Debbie suggested we all drive
to Western Park and settle this affair once and for all. Debbie told me she
would fight me on Wendy's behalf. If I won the fight then I could do whatever
I wanted with both girls. I asked what they would get if Debbie won the fight
and Wendy said "a small bit of revenge". I agreed to their terms and jumped in
the back seat of Wendy's convertible. Wendy drove and Debbie jumped in the
back seat next to me. We had about a five mile ride ahead of us. The night was
hot and humid. Even at this late hour the temperature had to be still in the
mid eighties. Debbie started giving me lip about how I was nothing but a punk
for hitting Wendy in her pretty little face. She kept reminding me that I was
in for the fight of my life.

Debbie started unbuttoning her shirt. She then took off her loose white shirt
leaving nothing but the peach tank top on to hold up her massive melons. I was
sick of hearing her talk, so I reached over and bitch slapped her across her
face.

She gave me a look of surprise and then hauled off and gave me a nice
backhand. I must say that the force of her slap stunned me. I returned a slap
to the side of her head and soon we were going at it pretty good in the back
of the car while Wendy drove along at forty miles an hour. I reached over and
made a grab for Debbie's juggs. She then drove two hard rights through my
outstretched arms. My head shot backward after each punch. Wendy drove to the
parks edge and parked the car. Debbie reached over and got me in a headlock
and pulled me from the back of the car. Her arms held a python like grip on my
head as she walked me into the park. From time to time she would give me a
nice uppercut to remind me she was still interested in fighting me.

She released me from her headlock and we stood toe to toe. The old park was
nothing more than a baseball diamond with a few swings and merry go rounds. I
took a big swing at Debbie and she ducked under my punch. She returned my
volley with two rights to my side. The fight started out at the home plate
area of the ballfield. Everytime I sent a punch at Debbie, she answered in
kind with a punch of her own. I am a firm believer in being the aggressor in
any fight, but it was Debbie that had me backing up. She rained down rights
and lefts upon my face and upper torso. Soon we were at first base and Debbie
knocked me down with a hard left hook. Stunned I jumped to my feet and tried
to hit her with everything I had. She blocked most of my punches and continued
to pummel me over to the second base area. Again she knocked me down with a
hard left hook, only this time I did not get up under my own power. Debbie
reached down and pulled me to my feet. Wendy was screaming wildly as the
Italian strong girl beat me with lefts and rights all the way to third base.
By this time I still thought I had a chance to beat Debbie. I swung with a
long wild right hook and missed badly. Debbie countered with an uppercut that
almost took me off my feet. I dropped to my knees at third base. Blood poured
from my mouth as I spit out my front teeth. "You knocked out my fucking teeth,
you bitch", I cried. Debbie became infuriated that I called her a bitch and
she once again dragged me to me feet. She said "well, now that I have hit a
triple, I think I"ll go for a home run and knock you out of the park". She hit
me with everything she had and I began to sob because I finally realized that
all the stories about Debbie were true. She was one tough son of a bitch. Her
punches hit off my face and body like jolts of lightning. Punch after punch
drove me to the home plate area as Wendy screamed for Debbie to knock me out.
Debbie stopped her punching and I stood before her with my head swimming. A
strong left - right combination snapped my head back and forth. Then she drove
her fist into my mid-section causing me to double over. I never saw the next
punch, which was a strong uppercut that lifted me about three inches off the
ground. I landed back on my feet but wobbled backward and fell to my ass. For
good measure, Debbie got down on one knee and finished our fight by grabbing
my shirt collar with her left hand and hitting me with two hard straight right
hands. My eyes clicked shut and I fell backwards with my arms outstretched to
either side. I had become another victim of the Italian strong girl.

I started to come to and I could here Wendy and Debbie talking. My head felt
like it was knocked off my shoulders and my ears had a constant dull ringing.
I remembered where I was and how I got there and a feeling of depression crept
over me. I lost a fight to a girl. I began to moan and cry softly at the
humiliation of it all. I raised up to a sitting position and looked over to
where the girls voices were coming from. Both girls were stripped down to
their bra's and panties. Debbie sat on the visiting teams bench with her legs
opened wide while Wendy knelt between her legs and licked at her pussy. A
closer look revealed that Debbie was not wearing black panties after all. Her
pussy was so filled with thick black hair that from a distance you would swear
she was wearing black panties. Wendy complimented Debbie on her victory while
licking away at Debbie's hairy hole. Debbie whispered to Wendy that I had come
to and she stopped her licking. Both girls stood up and walked over to me.
Wendy made fun of me for losing the fight to Debbie and all I could do was sit
there and sob. Debbie walked over to me and I grabbed me by my hair and pulled
me to my feet. She then draped me over her shoulders and walked me over to the
visitors bench. My right arm fell between her massive cleavage as she carried
me. She put me back on the ground and told me to remove my pants and
underwear. I didn't resist because I wanted no more from her fists of fury.
She told me to lean over the bench with my stomach on the bench and my ass in
the air. Debbie stood on the other side of the bench and took off her bra. Her
natural 44 double d's stood proud in the hot June moonlight. She ordered me to
finish the job that Wendy started. I protested, saying that it wasn't a mans
job to pleasure a woman in that way. Debbie curled up her right fist and
knowing what the consequences were, I began to lick away at her hairy love
nest. As I licked away, Debbie played with her tits. Wendy stood behind me and
started wacking away at my bare ass with a large stick she picked up from the
wooded area next to the ballfield. I licked away at Debbie for a couple of
minutes and soon she was ready to come. Wendy had been playing with herself in
between giving my ass a good wacking and soon she too was near climax. Debbie
grabbed me by the shoulders and pushed me backward. I fell down on my back and
Debbie jumped over the bench like a wild banshee. She straddled my face and
began bucking wildly. Her love juices were soaking my battered face. Soon
Wendy jumped on my forehead and started getting off as well. Both girls came
to a wild climax that left my face soaked with goo.

The girls put their clothes back on and soon I was being escorted out of the
park in the same manner I was escorted out of the bar, with my arms slung over
the shoulders of two beautiful women. It took weeks for the welts on my face
and body to heal. I'm sure someday my male pride will kick in and I will seek
revenge against both Debbie and Wendy. I will write again if I ever muster up
enough courage to do so.

**The End**