Teenage Toughie  Part 2 
by   scooterdad41@aol.com
Miss Webb attempts revenge


My name is Ann Webb and for years I was the girls gym instructor at John Adams
High School. That was until I agreed to a fight with a balloon chested freak
of nature named Amy Daily. We got on each others nerves for two years until
Amy had the idea that we should settle our differences with our fists. The
loser would have to find another school to attend or teach at the following
year. I thought the idea was just great and couldn't wait to get my hands on
her. The fight took place at the end of Amy's junior year in high school. I
drove over to her house and we had it out in her backyard. I remember the
feeling of confidence I had at the beginning of our battle. At 5'-10" and with
165 pounds of solid muscle, I was easily 8" taller and 70 pounds heavier than
my schoolgirl opponent. Besides that, I must have had fifty fights in my 32
years and I never even came close to losing. Amy looked very much like a young
Alyssa Milano, with the exception of her killer 44DDD-20-32 body. She didn't
possess any of my muscularity but I noticed in gym class that she graded out
well in tests of strength such as push ups and pull ups.

To make a long story short, I lost and I lost big. Amy wore me down quick and
then just totally dominated me. She punched me from one end of her backyard to
the other. I ended up a sobbing hulk as Amy finally knocked me down for the
final time, my eyes spinning in my head. She bent me over her knee and gave me
a good spanking that had the tears flying from my blackened eyes. She then
dumped me into my car and drove me home. She carried me into my house and
reminded me that I was to seek other employment opportunities for the new
school year. I agreed to uphold my end of the agreement and ended up taking a
job at cross-town rival Thomas Jefferson High School.

Not a day went by that I didn't think of that afternoon's fight with Amy. I
swore soon after the fight that I would pay her back for the beating she gave
me. I really threw myself into training. On a normal training day I would wake
up around 5am and go for a five mile run. After work I would go to the gym and
lift weights for an hour or so, then I would strap on boxing gloves and spar
with whoever I could get my hands on. Most of my sparring partners were men
who just wanted to get a feel of my 40DD-26-36 body. Nine months of constant
training had turned me into a fighting machine. I wanted to try out my
fighting skills on someone other than sparring partners, so I found an
internet service company that sets up fights between women of equal size and
skill. I scheduled five fights in a two month period and easily defeated all
of the women I fought. My confidence grew with each fight. In three of the
fights I had the woman crying pretty good before knocking them out. The other
two fights were stopped because the women submitted before I could finish them
off.

I had planned on calling Amy sometime after her graduation in June to settle
the score. I was quite certain that she would be more than willing to get
another shot at her old gym teacher, only this time I was sure to be prepared.
As oftentimes happens, fate intervened, on a hot day in late May. I had just
ended a workout at the gym with my older sister Milly. Milly was a personal
trainer and quite possibly the only other girl I thought could take me in a
fair fight. My sister knows all too well of my encounter with Amy. When I
first told her of our fight, she just could not believe her ears. She wanted
to go after Amy herself, but I told her I wanted to bring Amy down with my own
hands. Milly is a large boned woman who easily outweighs me by 20 pounds. She
is a devout powerlifter with many titles to her credit. We both jumped into my
car at the end of our workout and I was going to drop my sister off at her
house. On the way home we decided to stop at a local ice cream stand. A little
reward for our hard workout, we thought.

We both stood in line for our ice cream when Milly turned to me and said "Look
at the rack on that young girl working behind the counter." I looked up and
there, standing before me was my enemy Amy Daily.

Her hair was shorter now, cut just at the shoulders. She had on a white short
sleeved shirt and I was surprised to see that her arms had some definition to
them. They were not real muscular but they were very firm and strong looking.
She was wearing an apron that was pulled tight to her narrow waist. Her
breasts almost reached over to the other side of the counter. I whispered into
my sisters ear that the girl with the large rack was Amy Daily. Milly broke
out in laughter and in a voice heard by all said "You lost to that little
girl?". Amy's eyes widened, then narrowed when she saw me standing behind my
sister. She turned away and walked through a double acting door that led to a
large storage room. I left the line and followed her into the storage area.
Amy turned around to face me and I let go with a hard right to her forehead.
She staggered backwards and fell to her ass. I looked around the room and
three 18 year old boys were looking on in fright. Just then Milly burst
through the doors and seeing what I had done, went over and dragged Amy to her
feet. She punched Amy in the side of the head and she flew into my arms. I
straightened up Amy and hit her with a good uppercut that again sent her to
the floor, only this time she was out like a light.

The three boys ran to Amy's side and tried to protect her. They were all
yelling at us to leave at once. At that point leaving was for the best, after
all I just knocked out my enemy and there was no need to be arrested for
assault. Me and Milly dashed out the side door and jumped into my car. My
tires squealed as we left the parking lot.

I was so happy that my hard work had paid off. I commented to Milly that I
never dreamed beating Amy could be so easy. One shot and she just folded.
Milly commented that my punches were much more powerful than they had been one
year ago. Filled with pride and as an offer of appreciation for her help, I
invited Milly over for dinner that evening to celebrate my victory. She
arrived around 8pm and we went out back to the pool area for a drink before
dinner.

We sat at the edge of the pool and dipped our legs in the cool water while
talking of the afternoons adventure. "That will teach the little punk to fool
around with a Webb girl", I said. Just as we finished our laugh, a voice came
from behind us.

"Care for some company ladies?". We turned to see Amy Daily walking through my
backyard gate.

We both jumped to our feet and eyed the eighteen year old. As Amy walked
toward us she removed her sweater and tossed it aside. She was wearing a tight
black sleeveless knit shirt with a "v" neck that showed off an endless amount
of cleavage. She had on a white tennis skirt and wore white sandals that she
discarded soon after removing her sweater. "Of all the nerve", my sister said
while eyeing up the schoolgirl. Amy told us both that she did not want to
fight back at the ice cream shop because she did not want others to know of
her fistic talents. She said she was made fun of enough because of her large
breasts and didn't need further taunts because she was a good fighter. "That
remains to be seen", said my sister.

Amy made one step toward my sister and asked her if she would like to see
first hand evidence. Milly became enraged and started slugging away at Amy.
She had Amy backing up pretty good with a steady barrage of looping rights and
lefts. I wanted to jump in right away, but I was afraid of getting hit by one
of my sisters roundhouse punches. Milly continued her onslaught and soon Amy
fell to the ground. I ran over to her and lifted her up. Amy swung wildly and
just missed my head. Two short jabs to her face had her backing up all over
again. Amy held her thin muscular arms against her head as I banged away.
Milly yelled encouragement while I pummeled my teenage opponent. Every once in
a while Amy would send a short jab to my face, but for the most point I was
winning the fight big time. After about five minutes of knocking her around,
Amy dropped her hands down from the side of her face and began to dance like a
boxer. Two quick jabs found their way to my face and they stung me pretty
good. She advanced on me and soon became the aggressor. I was now the one
doing the backing up. Soon Amy was hitting me with every punch she threw. A
hard right to my jaw knocked me down.

My sister ran to my aid and took up the fight with Amy. Much to her surprise,
my sister was soon receiving the same knuckling that I had been receiving. I
rose to my feet and jumped into the fight alongside Milly. Amy was really
warmed up and she traded punches with the both of us at the same time. I was
amazed that she was holding her own against two muscle bound girls like the
sisters Webb. Milly threw a roundhouse right that swooshed over Amy's head.
Amy countered with a hard right hand to Milly's stomach that sent all of the
air out of her. Milly's eyes bulged and her face turned a bright purple as Amy
drove punch after punch into her stomach. I jumped on Amy's back and had her
in a choke hold but she just kept hitting my sister. Two sharp elbows in my
side knocked me off Amy's back. Amy sent a right, left combination to my
sisters purple face and Milly fell on all fours, gasping for air. Amy rushed
at me and drove punch after punch into my swollen face. She knocked me past
the pool and over to the area where I kept my garbage cans. I was out on my
feet and Amy knew it. Two hard rights and an uppercut left sent me sprawling
into the garbage cans. I thought Amy would now try to finish me off, but she
turned to my sister instead. My sister by that time had risen just in time to
see Amy punish me into my now current horizontal position. With fear in her
eyes she turned and began running away from Amy. Milly quickly opened the back
gate and fled with Amy in hot pursuit. Seconds later the sounds of punches and
my sisters moaning filled the air. Amy was taking my sister apart with her
hands in a landscaped area just out of view from my backyard. I rose to my
feet and saw Amy dragging my lumbering sister by her shirt collar. She had
knocked Milly cold and I looked on in fright because I knew that I would be
her next victim. Amy draped my sister over the back fence and walked toward me
with her fists held high. For some reason I thought I would be safer in the
water so I dove in hoping Amy would not follow.

Amy looked on in puzzlement and soon let out a laugh. "Did you think I
couldn't swim Miss Webb?", she said. Having said that she lifted off her shirt
in one fell swoop and dove into the pool. As she was swimming underwater I
wondered what I was to do now. I didn't feel I could win the fight at this
point, so when she emerged from the water face to face with me I just stood
shaking with fear. Amy wiped the water from her eyes, then reached over and
tore off my shirt. My set of 40's looked liked pimples next to he water laden
juggs. "I'm sorry, how rude of me. Let me introduce you to the girls", Amy
said as she unhooked her bra. Her tits didn't even drop after removing her
undergarment. They just stood straight out from her ribcage by a good 12"
without exaggeration. Her nipples were dark and at least five inches in
diameter. The cold pool water made her nips look as hard as iron. "Since you
can't seem to beat me in a fistfight, maybe you would like to try an old
fashion tit fight". I mustered up all the pride I had at the time and removed
my bra. Amy began shaking her breasts to the left and right and I did the
same.

Back and forth our breasts beat against one another. After a couple good
breast slaps my chest began to ache as much as my face. I became so frustrated
that I began to sob. I sunk my upper body under water to escape her boob
assault, only to have her 44 triple d's slap off my battered face. My crying
intensified and soon Amy had enough fun with me. Two quick punches later and I
was knocked woozy once again. I slumped under the water and Amy grabbed me
under my neck and rested the back of my head against her breasts as she swam
us both over to the pool steps. She dragged me out of the pool and guided me
over to a padded lounge chair. She positioned me so that I was laying across
the chair with my stomach on the padding, my elbows on the ground and my ass
in the air. She told me not to move and then she went over to get Milly. My
sister had come to just a little while before and sobbed at the site of her
little sister being beaten by the teenagers meaty zeppelins. Amy dragged Milly
by her hair and placed her next to me in the same position. She told us not to
move as she was going to look for a suitable piece of wood that would serve as
a paddle. Milly protested to me that I should have told her Amy was so tough
and she would not have jumped her at the ice cream stand. We both sobbed as
Amy returned with a flat piece of wood from the next door neighbors fence.
"Look at the size of her nipples, what a woman", cried Milly as Amy walked
toward us, her huge breasts swaying in victory. Amy gave us a stern talking to
and we assured her that we would be no bother to her ever again if only she
would drop the wood and spare our behinds.

"If only I could, but you two sisters have been bad girls and need to be
punished.". "You've punished us enough with your fists, there is no need for
this.", I cried. Our protests went un-heeded and soon Amy was smashing our
bottoms red with her home made paddle. Milly and I both cried into one
anothers eyes and soon we passed out from our severe beating.

Amy walked out of my backyard that night, having achieved newfound respect
from my sister and everlasting respect from me. I never was stupid enough to
get into another fight with Amy, but my sister is another story, and that can
wait for another time and day.

**The end"