It had been 3 weeks, since, Debbie Morgan had been mauled in her fight by Buffy Singleton. She had hurt badly for about a week and a half and then another week and a half for the bruises on her very large breasts to go away. At that she still wasn’t back to 100%. She barely could go down on her new beau, slash sugar daddy. Paul was the richest guy Debbie had ever gone out with. He loved her extremely large bust and the way she sucked him off. Paul was very well hung and that was no problem for the vacuum mouth that was Debbie Morgan. She was a Hoover, if it was there she could suck it. But who wants to make love to someone who’s tits are 3 shades of crimson? And as far as a blowjob Debbie’s face was almost beaten to a pulp. Paul accepted Debbie’s fighting the first time but dropped her the second time. Debbie would miss Paul and Buffy but packed a few things and left. She knew how to entice rich men. She knew what to wear. She knew what to show-off. When they were alone she knew what acts to perform. Debbie was proud of the fact she hadn’t worked in 3 years. She planned on not working anytime in the distant future, too. It was late and she was hungry so she stopped in an old diner off the beaten track. She walked in and all she saw was a middle age waitress and a Hispanic cook. The waitress smiled, sort of. Debbie looked at the menu, ordered and the waitress took off. No small talk from either side. Debbie as was the case when she wasn’t “dressed” had a baggy sweat shirt and black tights and sneakers on. After 5 minutes or so the food came. It was bad. Bad bad. Almost inedible bad. Debbie took 2 bites and pushed away the plate. By now Debbie saw the cook leave. Oh that was it she was the last customer. The food tasted like shit. The waitress smirked. Should have come in earlier and not at this late hour. Check is $10.49. Bullshit you get nothing. The food was lousy. Past lousy. I’m leaving. As Debbie left the waitress came up behind Debbie and grabbed her. Debbie brought the woman’s arm up behind her into a hammerlock and pinned her to a table. The waitress started to scream so Debbie brought the arm up higher. Shut up, bitch, before I break it. The waitress quieted down. I’m leaving so leave it alone. Bitch you owe me $10.49, period. Break it if you want but you’re not leaving without paying. Debbie brought the woman’s arm right before the breaking point and woman shrieked. The woman lay out on table and cried. Debbie relaxed and the woman brought her heel up right into Debbie’s crotch. Debbie went down into a heap. The woman got to her feet and stretched her arm out. She walked over to Debbie massaging her pussy and kicked her in the ribs. Debbie moaned. The woman hauled Debbie up and slapped Debbie back and over a table. My name is Bett short for well you don’t have to know since we won’t be friends. Matter of fact I’m about to beat the snot out of you. This is my place. If you had said nicely the food sucked I might have listened but you said it nasty and don’t like that. Bett was about 5’6 and somewhat heavyset. She was late forties early fifties. She had jeans and a tux shirt on. Debbie rose across from Bett. I really don’t want to fight. Too bad you will cause I won’t let you leave. OK how do you want it. Catfight, boxing, wrestling? Catfight, a little of everything. Bett removed her tux shirt revealing a blue teddy. Bett was very flat-chested. Bett was 5’6 maybe 160. She had a belly over her jeans. She had a round face and was hard looking. Her hair was curly blondish-grey. Her arms were thick and her butt on the heavy side. She kicked off her shoes and removed her jeans. She had a teddy and white granny panties covering her big ass. Debbie sighed and pulled off her sweatshirt. Bett’s eyes popped at the sight of Debbie’s red bra holding her pair. My God girl you got some tits. Too bad I’m going to rip them off. Go ahead Grandma. Oh yeah that’s right that’s only your panties. Debbie stripped off her bra and left her tights on. Bett dragged one table to the side allowing a free area in middle of dining room. There was a counter to the left with 4 swivel chairs and 5 small tables at the window. The underweared flat-chested Bett faced off with topless large busted Debbie. Both raised their fists. Suddenly Debbie blurted out, OK I’ll pay. I was in a bad fight month ago and while I believe I can kick your fat ass I really don’t want to. Debbie turned and got $15 out of her wallet. Plus tip. Debbie turned with the money and Bett hit her in the mouth sprawling her back across one of the window tables. The tops of the tables were a shiny surface so Bett was able to slide Debbie back to her easily throwing a punch right to Debbie’s crotch. Debbie moaned. Debbie screamed you fat cow I don’t want to fight. Tough. Bett climbed on Debbie turning her over. She pinned Debbie’s ankles behind and reached and grabbed Debbie’s chin. Bett picked Debbie off the table. The normally busty Debbie was rendered almost flat-chested herself by Bett pulling her back to where her head almost touched her ankles. Debbie was whispering pleads. Finally Bett released her and grabbed the $15 off the floor. Bett laughed at Debbie. Debbie was sobbing and regaining herself. She stretched her damaged back. Now get out of here big tits. Little girl like you couldn’t beat me in anything. Debbie’s competitive nature got the best of her. Name it. Bett was startled. Name anything. We already know I got bigger and better tits. Debbie played with her pride and joys in front of Bett. Bett seethed. Bett thought a moment. Blow jobs.
Debbie said you’re kidding. Aren’t we missing a key component if we to have a contest like say a cock? Bett went in the kitchen and came out with the biggest cucumber she could find. It was well over a foot long easy. Bett peeled some things growing out it and then tossed a coin. Bett would go first. Debbie went over a grabbed a shake canister and filled it with hot water. They agreed to 2 chances apiece. Bett swallowed and easily took at least 9 inches. They marked the place with a knife. They plopped the cuke in the hot water. Debbie swallowed and took Bett’s 9 inches and 2 inches more. Bett exploded. Bitch this bitch that. Debbie smiled and plopped it back into the water. Bett walked up and grabbed the cuke and downed it. She took her 9 inches, Deb’s 11 inches and went further by about ¾ of an inch. She was dancing around the diner. Debbie laughed to herself. Here they were in their underwear giving head to a cucumber. Lucky fucking cucumber, she thought. Bett plopped it and Debbie grabbed it. Debbie took the 9, then the 11 and then the ¾ and then she went past another inch. She took almost 13 inches in her mouth. She turned to Bett and shoved a tad more in and smiled. Bett’s eyes bulged and she jumped at Debbie pinning her down and shoving the cuke further into Debbie’s throat. Little shit choke on it. Debbie was flailing. Finally Bett subsided and removed the cucumber. Debbie gulped for air. Bett went behind the counter and got a nutcracker. Bett pinned Debbie and used the nutcracker on Debbie’s tits and nipples. Debbie screamed as she was molested. Bett worked on both tits. She drew blood from the right nipple. Debbie’s body was kicking in all directions. She wasn’t in a fight anymore but she was fighting for her breast survival. Bett now slapped them and stomped them. Debbie pleaded and begged. Bett pulled her up and punched her across the table she had originally moved. Debbie hit her head and was woozy and in terrible pain. She thought she knew pain that was until Bett, stripped off her tights, bound her arms with them, picked up the cucumber and jammed in her ass. Debbie screamed once and passed out. Debbie woke momentarily and felt something. She turned, her arms were still bound and saw the cucumber STILL sticking out of her ass. Bett came in front of Debbie’s face. Please let me go I’ll do anything you want. Anything. Hey the blow job thing should have been a sign bitch. I like men. I like cocks. I don’t like women. I don’t mind beating the shit out of them but one has never touched me. Never. Bett hauled off and slugged Debbie. Debbie was out. When Debbie woke she was half dressed and in the local dumpster. She grabbed all her things and found her car still in front of Bett’s. As she pulled away she saw Bett give her the finger. Debbie fidgeted in her seat.