DD DEBBIE GETS OFF

"... she's nothing but an exhibitionist, if you ask me!" grumbled one middle-aged matron.
"And at her age!" chimed in another. The lean athletic blonde chuckled to herself as she made her way across the crowded floor. Comments like that reminded her of an old "friend" ... actually TWO old friends ... named ...
"Debbie ... well, if it isn't ol' Double D Debbie!" Joyce announced in apparent delight. The busty brunette, holding court with a dozen men or so, stopped her flirtatious conversation immediately at the sound of that dreaded voice!
"J-J-Joyce? Joyce? Oh dear god - wh-what are you doing here?"
The blonde smirked at the brunette's obvious distress and near panic at seeing her old nemesis. Joyce explained that she was now the owner of a series of very successful women's health clubs and had recently opened one in this, her old home town. She carefully escalated the snide remarks and insults directed toward Debbie. A couple of the men who had been hanging on Debbie's every word mere minutes before snickered openly ... and women began to gather, forming an impromptu ring around the two women.
"So ..." Joyce continued, "I heard you did really good, Debs old girl ... married some Silicon Valley millionaire and then took him to the cleaners in the divorce? Looks like some of the 'Silicone' Valley dough went into those silicone mountains, eh, Juggs? What are sporting now (snicker) ... about a XXX cup?"
Debbie's face flushed red and she sputtered with indignation. "I won't be spoken to like that, you little bitch!" she shrieked. "Besides, my breasts are one hundred percent natural!"
"Yeah, well, I guess nearly every guy in the room would know how those big knockers feel!" Joyce told her with a grin. "And I gotta admit, they sure felt real when I was using them for punching bags!"
All those beatings Debbie had suffered at the hard fists of the wiry blonde came back in a flash to the top-heavy beauty. From the time they were in high school, Joyce had always gotten the best of her gorgeous rival. But Debbie was just not smart enough to learn her lesson. With an angry growl, she lunged at Joyce.
But smiling contemptuously, Joyce stepped slightly to the right and the brunette freight train whistled harmlessly by. "Ole!" Joyce added with a flourish, earning loud guffaws from the crowd.
"Stop laughing at me!" an enraged Debbie demanded of the crowd. Her low-cut gown was losing its battle to hold in her jiggling hooters and a strand of dark hair was hanging down the front of her face. Then returning her attention to her long-time tormentor she hissed "This time is gonna be different, bitch!" and heaved a right-handed haymaker at Joyce. The blonde slipped the telegraphed punch with a practiced ease and poked a jab straight into the brunette's nose. Debbie staggered back a moment ... and sneezed. "Fight! ... Fight!... Fight!" the word spread through the party!
Joyce began to circle the trim but ponderously top-heavy Debbie. Grabbing the straps on Deb's expensive gown, the willowy blonde gave a downward yank and suddenly Debbie was clad only in an underwire bra, a tiny pair of gauzy panties and high heels. The busty trollop stared down at her near-nakedness and almost cried. "Oh, shit, not again!" she whimpered, finally getting a sense of what she was in for this evening.
Joyce began jabbing at her - light, annoying punches. When the brunette tried covering her face, her tormentress would smack a hook into that inviting rib cage. This invariably brought a sharp gasp from Deb as she dropped her hands back down. Realizing she was being picked apart, Debbie threw herself into a frenzy, trying to overwhelm the more skilled fighter with her sheer volume of punches. Thirty seconds later, an exhausted Debbie's arms hung heavily by her sides ... and Joyce was untouched!
Joyce stepped back to take a look at the buxom beauty. Debbie's massive 34DD's rose and fell as she gasped for air. "Somebody call security!" Deb screeched. But no one wanted the police spoiling what promised to be a spectacular finale.
"C'mon Juggsie, you said things were gonna be 'different' ... and here I am kicking your ass once again! Well, the least we can do is give the people a show, eh, Dairy Queen?" Debbie shook her head helplessly and mouthed the word "No!" but it was too late to stop her blonde nemesis.
"Take that! ... and that! ... and this! ... and that! ..." Joyce had begun to pound Debbie's massive mammaries with hooks that caused them to flop up and down uncontrollably. At length the dainty bra straps could take no more ... and they snapped. Debbie's heavy breasts tumbled out in all their pendulous glory, drawing hoots of derision from the women watching and appreciative whistles from the men.
"Showing off 'The Twins' again, huh Debs?" chuckled Joyce. "Seeing those milk melons makes me wanna do a little work on the ol' speed bags!" The look on Debbie's pretty face changed from misery to terror. "Noooooo!" she wailed, trying to cover her naked breasts with what was left of her bra. (Of course nothing Debbie did helped. The busted bra fell to the floor, her bruised tits jutted back out and Joyce simple continued with her 'schooling'.)
Joyce let both hands fly with blinding speed, administering uppercuts to the brunette's hulking hooters. Establishing a rhythm, Joyce soon had Debbie's boobs bouncing like twin speed bags!
"Umm! Huuuhhh! Uffff! Owwwoooeee!" the brunette bimbo grunted and whined as the pendulous funbags she was clearly so proud of were punched and pounded. "Ooooohhh... owwwww! Please, Joyce, I'm ... uggg! .. I'm begging you... eeeeooowww! ... let up! M-m-my poor boobies! Oh, my - muh-muh-my - OOOOHHHH GOD! - MY TITTIES! Somebody make her stop - she - she's wrecking my precious tits!"
But help was not forthcoming from the crowd. "That's it - hammer those big udders!" cheered one of the women in approval. Joyce winked at her and began to target Debbie's nipples - pounding straight punches in that pancaked the plump fleshly globes as Deb could only weep and babble helplessly in response.
"Now for your 'eye shadow', you cheap tramp!" chuckled Joyce, cracking a punch in Deb's left eye, then a matching thud to her right eye. ... ensuring a pair of radiant 'shiners' by morning!
Joyce stepped back and beamed at her handiwork. Before the fight, Debbie had been the most beautiful woman in the room. Now there she stood, almost naked, hair a tangled mess, her face red and eyes swollen as her tall body drooped with pain and exhaustion. She was whispered something in a voice made hoarse from crying and begging. Joyce had to lean in close to hear her.
"Please - lemme go! I've learned my lesson, honest! No more flirting with married men and no more bullying the wives! I must have been crazy to fight you again - you're the toughest bitch in town and you always, always kick my ass! I'll be good, really! Just lemme go!"
Joyce just stood there and smiled, shaking her head no at the desperate loser. "No deal, slutcakes! " Then she landed some wicked one-two combinations to Debbie's chin and jaw that left her spaghetti-legged.
"Now stick out your chin, Juggs!" she gently coaxed the softly sobbing brunette. Debbie, eyes half-crossed ... a dull look on her face, mutely complied.
"Now say goodnight to all the nice people ..." Joyce instructed. "Goodnight to all the nice people" Debbie repeated verbatim. Kissing her left fist for dramatic effect, Joyce delivered a tremendous shot to the chin that corkscrewed Debbie's legs and almost turned her around. Joyce followed up with the clincher, a right uppercut that echoed throughout the room and one that toppled her top-heavy opponent straight on her back like a felled tree.
As party goers were thanking and congratulating Joyce for her dispatch of the noisy bimbo, all at once a commotion broke out, followed by derisive laughter! The unconscious Debbie had lapsed into an apparently erotic dream! Her hands wandered up and discovered her own bruised yet still luscious melons. Kneading her own tits, she began to lick her lips sensuously.
"Mmmmm - that feels so nice!" she murmured in her sleep. As she rubbed her now-erect nipples, her right hand slid slowly down her stomach to the tiny patch of dark hair between her legs. Two fingers were soon buried in her vagina as she "rubbed one out", still in her Joyce-induced stupor. "Oh, Brad, that is sooo nice!" she muttered. "Leave that Jolie bitch and come with me - I'll kick her ass for you!" she gasped as she rubbed herself faster.
In a flash, the grinning hostess of the party produced a camcorder to memorialize the battered bimbo's public autoeroticism. Everyone stared and giggled as Debbie writhed on the floor, completely unaware she would soon be an Internet download.
Finally, after DD Deb had gasped out an orgasmic scream, Joyce hauled Deb to her wobbly feet and escorted her still topless sparring partner outside as the rest fo the party followed. Placing her in a taxi, Joyce tossed Debbie's shredded dress, shoes and bra in after her. Debbie even groaned out an odd "Thank you, Miss Joyce!" much to the amusement of the crowd.
Joyce handed a twenty to the astonished cab driver and told him "Our firend here has just had a bit too much to drink. Please see that she gets home - eventually!" Then, as an afterthought, Joyce giggled. "If the $20 isn't enough, she will gladly blow you for the tip!" The driver grinned appreciatively as the cab pulled away. And as the crowd broke into loud applause, Joyce took a little bow to acknowledge yet another win over her big-titted bimbo rival.