Two fisted Tough Girl
by Tommy2164  
The further adventures of Italian-American Tough girl Debbie Umbruzio.


For the past two months I have been getting up at 4am in order to attend an
early morning aerobics session at "Rick's Gym". The only reason I pulled my
large muscular body from the warm comforting sheets of my bed was a
20-year-old fitness instructor named Ross Molinaro. My name is Stella Butash
and from a very early age I learned that if you wanted something in life you
better damn well take it before someone else did. This attitude caused me to
be the participant in more fights than I can possibly count. And as vague as I
am about the number of fights I've been in I am quite certain that I came out
the victor in each and every one of them.

I am 6'-0" tall and weigh a very solid, athletic 170lbs. I have shoulder
length blonde hair and a very pretty face that may remind you of Cory Everson.
I do not have the rippling muscles of a bodybuilder, but my arms, shoulders
and legs are particularly muscular in a bulky sort of way. When I was younger
I always participated in sports. I was best at volleyball and Field Hockey
where I could use my size and strength to their best advantage. Now at the age
of 26 I find myself working out harder than ever trying to maintain the
muscular body bestowed upon me.

Like I said earlier, I believe in taking what I wanted. I wanted Ross Molinaro
and if it was the last thing I did, I was going to get him. Ross had a
boyishly handsome face, probably stood around 5'-8" tall with a very
sculptured physique. Not overly muscular, but very ripped at 155lbs. Most of
the women at the 5am session were older than Ross, some much older. All of
them were smitten by his combination of good looks and charming disposition.
But, what I liked best and what probably every other woman in the class had
their eyes on was his crotch. Ross was packing something in there that just
wasn't natural. I am sure that most of the sweat generated in that room had
more to do with Ross's bulging package than any aerobic activity performed.

I had become increasingly bold with Ross and I think I was beginning to
irritate him a bit. During my first actual conversation with him I asked him
if he was seeing anyone and he said he had been dating a girl for around six
months or so. I told him that would not stop me from getting what I wanted and
I smiled and walked away as he stood their with his mouth open. During the
next several weeks I came on to him many times. He was always very polite
about my advances, never admonishing me for my boldness, but he turned me down
nonetheless. Finally last week I asked him who he was dating and he told me
her name was Debbie and that she also was an aerobic instructor at the gym,
but she had the 7pm class. Mental note to Stella: "Attend tonight's 7pm
class".

And so I did. I showed up around 15 minutes early and did some sit-ups on the
hardwood floor to warm up. While doing my warm-up exercises in walked a young
girl of maybe 19 or 20 with long brown hair, olive complexion ... .absolutely
stunning looks. That had to be her I thought. Ross would not date anything
less and to be truthful he didn't deserve anything less. I got up and walked
over to introduce myself to her. "Hi, I am Stella Butash, you must be Debbie".
She looked at me with a wide smile and said "Oh, yes ... you are in Ross's
morning class, he told me about you. It's nice to meet you". As we talked I
noticed Debbie did not have a classically beautiful face, yet she was quite
beautiful in a very earthy sort of way. By no means a Barbie doll type, she
had a rather Neapolitan look to her with doe shaped eyes and an oval, open
face with a nose that might have been considered just a little bit larger than
it should have been.

As we talked she was fully dressed in a loose fitting navy blue windbreaker
top and matching warm-up pants. Debbie looked me up and down and complimented
me on my physique. "Ross said you were in great shape and he was right", she
said. As she was pulling her windbreaker top over her head she asked me why I
was taking this evenings class as she was sure I had a workout earlier in the
day. I began to tell her that I wanted to meet the competition, but when she
removed her jacket my mind went numb. I began to stammer my words as I eyed up
Debbie's upper body development. Hemmenna - Hemmenna - Hemmenna ... ..ugh, I
wanted to get in some more work in order to tone up for my trip to the beach
in a couple of weeks, was all I could think of.

The chick was a freak of nature. She had on a tight fitting white t-shirt with
three small red stripes on each shoulder. Her chest was not to be believed.
She must have had a set of 44 dd's packed tightly under her shirt. Her
waistline was very narrow and her arms were tight and very muscular. Not
bulging muscles, but very firm and I am sure quite capable of producing a
baseball size muscle if properly flexed. She continued to talk as she removed
her workout pants to reveal muscular tanned legs protruding from her mid-thigh
length red gym shorts. Debbie was really the complete package and the thought
of her and Ross together made me feel I would never have a chance with him.
The rest of the class began to arrive and we parted ways. I to the back of the
class and Debbie to the front.

I spent the whole next 45 minutes ogling at Debbie's physique. She was a
workout freak and she really put us through the paces. I thought I was going
to pass out. The workout was much tougher than the one Ross offered and I told
Debbie so at the end of the class. I stood before her soaking in sweat and she
held out her hand. We shook hands and both said "It was nice meeting you". Her
handshake was very firm and powerful. I probably was 8" taller than Debbie and
maybe outweighed her by 45 pound, but it was I that felt small. As we shook
hands, Debbie's grip got just a little firmer and she looked up at me and said
"By the way, If you continue to come on to my man, you and I will have a
problem.". "Will we, I said? Well, I've never been one to walk away from a
problem". Debbie smiled back at me and I turned for the door as I could feel
her eyeing me up and down.

The next day I arrived for another one of Ross's workout sessions. Ross was
not happy and he asked to talk to me after the class ... .alone. I was all for
that, so I told him to meet me in my car after the class. So after the class
with both of us drenched in sweat, we walked to my car and began our
discussion. Ross started off by saying he didn't like the idea of me going to
Debbie's class to size her up. He told me he knew of my reputation as a
brawler and didn't want Debbie involved in any fisticuffs. I became very bold
and started to taunt him a bit. "Ross, you know I like you. I've tried to get
you to go out with me on many occasions and yet you turn down my advances, how
is that supposed to make a girl feel?" With that, I began to reach over and
put my beefy hand on his lap. "What are you doing Stella?", he said. "What do
you think I am doing?, I want to see what you've been hiding from me for two
months." I began to rub his crotch area and soon his cock began to grow. Ross
leapt from the car and said "Debbie will kill us both for this, I'm sorry I
just cant." and he walked, or should I say "limped" away.

The statement "Debbie will kill us both for this" rang in my ears for the
remainder of the day. What did he mean, "Debbie will kill us?", I thought. Did
he actually think little Miss Freak fitness girl would stand a chance against
me? Just the thought of beating her ass in front of Ross made me wet. At two
points during the day I had to excuse myself at work to go into the bathroom
and relieve the sexual tension I was feeling at the thought of fucking Ross,
while Debbie laid on the ground beside us knocked loopy by one of my
roundhouses.

Thinking to myself that there was no time like the present, I began planning
to make my dream a reality. That Friday morning I asked Ross if he wouldn't
mind getting together that evening for a nice "talk" about what we have been
going through for the last week. I told him I didn't want any hard feelings
between us and assured him that I had no intention of stepping between he and
Debbie. He smiled at me, and said "As long as it's just talk, sure we can get
together. How about coming over to my place around 8pm tonight". I agreed and
went off to work with a song in my heart. Eight in the evening could not have
come any slower as I made my plans during the day. I dressed in a v-neck,
sleeveless white satin blouse with a light yellow mid-thigh length skirt that
showed off my muscular tanned legs. I pulled my hair up off of my shoulders,
applied a decent amount of makeup and my best perfume and headed off for
Ross's house.

Ross lived about 20 minutes away in a small middle class neighborhood with
average sized homes featuring large back yards and plenty of acreage. My eyes
shifted from left to right looking for another vehicle in his driveway that
would indicate his parents were home. I didn't see any other vehicles in the
lot and was absolutely giddy with excitement over getting a chance to be alone
with him. I walked up to his front door wearing 3" heals which made me tower
over him all the more. He met me with a smile and asked me in. If he didn't
want me to make any advances, he sure didn't dress that way. He had on a white
muscle t-shirt with tight blue jeans and went barefoot. I asked him about his
parents as I sat down and was thrilled to hear that they were away for the
weekend. I looked into his eyes and said "Good, so its just you and me
together". His eyes narrowed and he said, "Now, Stella you said you were going
to be a good girl". I smiled and said "Yes, I will be a good girl, a very good
girl in fact".

He asked me if I wanted a drink and I told him I would have a beer if he had
one. He got up to get it for me and suggested we go out to the back porch to
sit on the glider. It was awful hot for early May and the breeze felt great.
We sat on the glider and talked for at least an hour. Several times during the
conversation I mentioned that Debbie was a lucky girl and he reminded me how
lucky he was to have her. Finally I had enough chat and it was time to get
down to business. "Ross, the real reason I wanted to talk to you tonight was
it really bothered me when you said Debbie would kill us for being together."
Ross said, "No, I said she would kill us both for seeing you with your hand on
my crotch.". "Ross, if you think she would stand a chance against me in a
fight you are dead wrong. I would have her on her back so fast she wouldn't
know what hit her.".

Ross admitted that I was much bigger than Debbie, but he said Debbie was
pretty good with her fists and he had first hand evidence that she was a very
good fighter. I told him I heard about her reputation from others, but that I
also had an enviable reputation as a street brawler. I put my right hand on
his chest and leaned into him hard. "Oh, Ross ... .I want you so bad. I'd
fight her for you ... beat her up real bad too, right in front of your eyes,
and then ... .I just began to moan.". I put my right hand on his crotch and
began to rub him like in the car. He looked at me very nervously and tried to
move away, but there was no place to go at that end of the glider. I straddled
him and began to grind my now wet pelvic area into his concealed manhood. I
never gave him a chance to talk as I drove my tongue down his throat. After
about two minutes of this with me all the while bragging about what I could do
to Debbie with my fists, I heard a voice from behind me saying "Well, it looks
like you're going to get your chance honey". I turned around and Debbie
grabbed me by the hair and pulled me off her man. She then gave me a hard
right backhand that sent me flying off the open porch and onto the back lawn.
I looked up wondering what the hell hit me with such force, saw Debbie
standing on the porch dressed in a yellow sleeveless midriff v-neck cotton
shirt that showed off her enormous breasts, tightly muscled arms and six pack
abs.

She assured Ross that she had heard everything and was quite pleased that he
held himself in check and didn't take to my advances. She turned to him and
said "Stay put baby and I'll be back in a bit to show you my appreciation for
your loyalty." I quickly got to my feet as Debbie stepped down off the porch
to the grassy backyard area. "I warned you about this Stella, now its time to
pay for your foolishness" Debbie said as she clenched her fists. "Great, bitch
... my night is going just as planned, get set for the beating of your life",
I said as I launched a long looping right hand at her head. Debbie bobbed and
weaved and that punch and the next three sailed over her head. Debbie then
sent a right hand to my side and then a left. I backed up and thought to
myself "what the fuck was that". The little bitch could hit and hit hard. She
came at me with a determined look on her face. I launched into another
assault, but every punch I threw she avoided. Ross yelled encouragement for
Debbie and soon she hit me with a hard right to my chin that drove me backward
with both of my arms wind milling. I don't know how I didn't fall down, but I
tried to regain my composure.

Thinking my tight fitting skirt was getting in my way, I tore it off and
tossed it to the side. I had been knocked out of my high heal shoes when
Debbie backhanded me off the porch. Again I went after her with both arms
swinging wildly. Three minutes into the fight and I hadn't hit her once. All
the while she peppered my face with hard jabs. The slapping sound echoing in
the night air along with Ross's encouraging words. "That's it Deb's, show her
who is boss. Teach her a lesson". I threw a hard left at Debbie's jaw and just
missed only to have her send her own left hand right into my face. The force
of the blow almost lifted me off of the ground and I toppled to the cool green
grass in a heap. I had never been hit so hard in my life and she stood before
me and saw the look of fear in my eyes.

"What's a matter Stella, evening not going as planned? Come on, get up, I am
still not through with you". she said. I got up quickly and assuming that I
couldn't out fist fight her, I decided to rush her and get her into one of my
patented bear hugs. She swung at me a couple of times, but I was able to wrap
her arms up and get her into a nice hold. I began to squeeze and soon the tops
of her huge tits were stuck in my face as I strained with all my might.
Debbie's feet left the ground and she wrapped them around my midsection. She
began to squeeze the air out of my lungs with her powerful thighs. I released
my hold, but she did not release hers. To my surprise she then leaned backward
while still using her thighs to hold onto me. She did a sit up and all I can
remember is the sight of her stomach muscles straining to burst from her skin
as she reached up and delivered a hard right hand to my face. Back down she
went for sit-up number two and I took a left to the face this time. Back and
forth she went as she punched me all over the back yard with both hands all
the while getting a good ab workout.

I was very wobbly after receiving over 14 blows to the face. Debbie released
her python like leg grip and fell to her back looking up at me with pleasure.
"What did you say you would do to me earlier bitch?" she said. She stood up
and told me to answer her, then she gave me an open hand slap to my face. I
staggered backward and leaned on a old wooden fence for support, the only
support keeping me from my ass. "I asked you a question tough girl, what were
you going to do to me?". I mumbled something and soon Debbie was giving me
left and right open hand slaps to my face. The sight of the little muscle girl
giving the big bully girl a beating was enough to make Ross's cock strain
against the fabric of his jeans.

I am sure Debbie could have knocked me out anytime, but nooooo. She wanted to
humiliate me but good and she was doing a great job of it. Soon she had a good
grip on my bra with her left hand and she repeatedly sent open hand slaps and
backhands to my face while saying "Come on tough, girl ... show us what you
got". It was all I could do to muster up "SSSttop ... .Ddebbie, I've hhaddd
enough." Debbie said "Had enough? So you have ... .but not before your
punishment for being a bad girl is over.". She dragged me with her muscular
left hand over to an old wooden picnic bench and before forcing me over her
knee she tore off my panties with one hard pull. With her right hand she began
to give my ass the beating it so deserved. I had tried to steal her man and
now it was time for me to pay. She beat me like I hadn't been beaten in my
whole life and soon I began to sob at the embarrassing position I was in. She
wailed away for minutes that seemed like hours and my ass was as red raw as
the welts under both of my eyes.

Having made me cry like a small child, Debbie seemed quite pleased with the
events of the evening. She pulled me to a standing position and measured me
for what I felt was going to be my knockout punch. She looked me in the eye
and I was sure she was going to knock me into sleepy land. "No", she said ...
"I've got other plans for you". With that she released me and I slumped
against the back wall of the house to a sitting position with my back resting
against the concrete foundation wall.

She turned to Ross and soon he ran to embrace her. Debbie's huge tits strained
against Ross's hairy chest as they held each other tight. "Oh, Debbie, you
beat her to the punch all night and made a fool of her with those fists of
yours". While Ross gushed over Debbie's fistic talents, she fumbled over his
belt buckle and began to loosen it from his waist. I knew what was coming and
I started to sob again. The moon was full and I wasn't going to miss one bit
of the action that was to take place before me. Debbie un-loosened Ross's
jeans and slid down him to her knees as he stepped out of them. Ross's
underwear was smeared with pre-cum from watching Debbie fist me about the
yard. If I thought the bulge in his pants was large when un-aroused, you
should have seen him when he was in the heights of arousal. It looked like he
had a fire hose tucked into his tighty whitey's. Finally Debbie pulled down
his underwear and I looked upon the biggest cock I ever saw in my life. I
didn't have a measurement stick with me, but he must have been at least 10"
long, and maybe as much as a foot. Debbie said "Oh, god Ross ... sometimes I
forget how big you really are". Those were that last words she spoke for the
next two minutes as she guided his plum sized cock head into her mouth. Back
and forth the muscle goddess's head went as Ross's back arched in delight.

"Look at the size of his fucking cock", I cried as Debbie looked at me out of
the corner of her eye with pleasure. "Watch this bitch" she said, and she soon
began to take more and more of Ross into her open mouth. First four inches,
then six, then eight ... .oh my god she got almost all of it in her. Finally
with a little gagging sound she forced his cock all the way in so that you
could see her fucking throat bulge. I knew this chick was a freak the moment I
laid eyes on her. Ross was almost sobbing with delight as his woman drove him
to ecstasy. Ross moaned something about wanting Debbie to stop for a moment
and Debbie removed his snake from her mouth. Ross bent over and helped Debbie
to a standing position. He tore off her shirt like an animal and began to
unhook the seven metal straps holding on Debbie's huge white bra.

Debbie had her back turned toward me and I could see the bra fall to the
ground. I expected her hefty milkers to fall to her waistline, but they
remained pointing due north just the way that Ross's foot long cock was. Soon
her shorts were off and the only thing she had on was a pink thong. The bitch
had thick black hair all the way up the crack of her ass and I could only
imagine what was on the other side. Ross turned her to face me, on purpose I
suppose. He held her hand to the air and proclaimed her the winner of the
evening's fight. The sight of Debbie's nude body caused me again to sob like a
small child. What a woman!! Her tits were a marvel. Both as big as my head
with huge dark nipples that stuck out so far you could hang clothes from them.
Here aereola was as large around as coffee saucers. Her bush, so thick, black
and womanly. Starting at her bikini line and taking up every last bit of space
below, you could become lost in her thick moist locks. At this point I could
actually see Debbie's cunt dripping with anticipation..the juices running down
her inner thigh.

Debbie leapt into Ross's arms and he held her aloft while guiding his shaft
into her hairy hole. Up and down she went like an oil derik. Her nipples were
as hard as candy as Ross suckled them like a small child. On and on they went
for what seemed like hours. Everytime I thought they would climax they would
slow down to savor the moment. At one point Ross pulled out of Debbie and laid
her on the grass. Her fucking tits stood straight up from her ribcage as she
guided his cock into her massive cleavage. His dick would find its way out of
her bustline and straight into her waiting mouth.

Ross looked like he could hold out no longer. The mere site of Debbie without
clothes on would make most men come in their pants, but not Ross. He was a man
of un-known stamina. "Finish me first baby", she said to Ross. He obliged by
first sending his cock into her hairy love hole for about two minutes and
then, he took his cock out of her and sat her down on the picnic table. Debbie
looked over at me sobbing and said "That's it baby, you know what I like" ...
.as Ross gave her a tongue lashing that sent her into uncontrollable spasms.
She arched her back up and her tits pointed straight to the moon as she yelped
with pleasure. Coming just once would have been great for the average women,
but noooo. Debbie had to outdo us all again by coming four times over the next
three minutes as Ross continued his licking.

Finally Debbie asked Ross to stop before she passed out. She looked down at
Ross, who's foot long cock looked like it was ready to explode. Ross said
"Please Debbie, let my juice fly, I cant hold it any longer." Debbie looked at
me and then at Ross as she smiled. She grabbed Ross's dick with her left hand
and stood up. She pulled Ross over to where I lay and they both stood before
me very closely. "You wanted to suck his cock, well here is your chance
bitch". Ross looked at her in surprise but at that moment he would have done
anything to please her. "Lets see if she can take as much of it as I can
Ross.", she said.

My eyes bulged from my head as he came at me with that dryer vent cock of his.
I staggered to my knees and opened wide as Ross inserted his huge dick into my
mouth. I could smell and taste Debbie's womanly juices on his cock head and
began to sob again at the thought of her deep throating her man. I started to
gag at the five inch portion of his cock and Debbie laughed with glee. Ross
was really forcing it down my throat and I began to dry heave. "Just like I
thought, the bitch cant take it ... .stand back whore", said Debbie as she
positioned herself between her man and me.

What she did next blew my mind. She took his wet slimy cock and inserted it
between her left biceps and forearm. Then she got to her knees and started
moving her arm back and forth over his cock. She was "muscling" her man off
right in front of me. From time to time she would give me a light punch with
her free right hand, just hard enough to have me wailing away again. Finally
Ross's cock looked like it was tied in a knot as huge amounts of sperm
gathered at the base of his dick. Debbie's muscular left arm kept the cum from
escaping just long enough to have Ross on the verge of collapse. Debbie
stopped hitting me with her right hand and released Ross's dick from her
muscle hold. She then took the side of his cock in her mouth and played it
like a harmonica until Ross began to scream and his dick let loose with a
thick white ultra gooey mixture that when first released, hurled itself into
my beaten face with such force that it knocked my head back. For the next
forty five seconds Ross would spasm additional amounts of come all over my
face. When the stud finally stopped my face looked like it had been hit with a
Boston cream pie.

Ross's legs buckled under the strain of his mighty climax and he fell on his
back, his fully spent cock still standing straight up in the moonlit backyard.
Debbie looked down on me with a sly smirk on her face. She had done what she
came to do and my battered come soaked face seemed some sort of award for her
nights work. She told me to stay away from her man and if I ever had any idea
of a re-match, she would be more than happy to accommodate me. I mumbled
something back to her, but I don't think she cared. She told me she was going
upstairs to take a shower and she expected me gone by the time she finished. I
watched her walk away and stumbled to my feet. Ross laid on the ground and as
I walked past him, he said "I told you she was good with her fists, but you
didn't listen ... did you?". I wiped my face off as best I could and told Ross
thru tear stained eyes that I would get Debbie back for what she did to me.
"If it's the last thing I do, I will see her humiliated two fold". Ross just
smiled at me and I staggered to my car and drove off into the night.

**The End**