DD Debbie - She's All Wet!

About a year has passed since Debra's catastrophic catfights with Joyce and while the busty brunette still winces occasionally at the memory of her schooling from the lithe blonde, Debra has gotten on with her life - in some ways, things couldn't be better. As a result of ther humiliating beatings, she'd resigned from her job at the gym (a mixture of shame and apprehension over encountering Joyce again) but her modeling bookings eventually got back on track after the supermaket "episode".
Still, once she'd given her agent the go ahead for "adult" work, things were really looking up. Sure, she had some misgivings about the centerfold shots but the money was fabulous.
In fact, she'd just purchased an apartment at an upscale condo with all the amennities - community clubroom, fitness center, pool, the works. How she loved that pool (and Debbie couldn't swim a stroke)! Debra would invariably choose a daring thong bikini, her high-heeled sandals clacking lightly as she circled the pool, obstensibly looking for a chair but secretly enjoying the inevitable male attention.
Almost as pleasurable for Debra were the disapproving glares from the other women; women without a model's face, gym-toned body and above all, a pair of 34 DD's that would not quit.
"Jealous bitches ..." Debra sniffed to herself as she settled into a lounge chair to work on her tan, closing her eyes and basking in the sun's radiant heat. This particular day her magnificent oiled body was resplendent in a lime gree thong, her magnificent mammaries straining the bikini top to the near breaking point. A pair of platform lucite sandals completed her outfit, causing her shapely ass and breasts to jiggle as she tottered daintily.
Suddenly, Debra's eyes flew open with a start! Some idiot had doused her with cold water! Furious, she sprang up from the chair, blinking from the water and glare and came face to face with ... JOYCE!! The tall coltish blonde, clad in a sport bra, bicycle shorts and sneakers, was smirking and holding an empty styrofoam cup. Her lean, well-muscled body glistened as she had just come from the condo's fitness center.
"Hey, Dairy Queen, long time, no see!" she sneered at the fuming Debra. "You just movie in here? I guess we're neighbors now, eh?" Joyce gave Debra the once-over, checking out the long legs, the thick black hair and of course the barely-covered breasts.
"Anyway, the thing is ... I'm on the condo board and some of the ladies asked me to talk to this "bimbo" who moved in about the way she dresses at the pool and ... well, you can imagine my surprise whe I see it's my old sparring partner, Double D Debbie!"
The big brunette could hardly speak. "You - you BITCH!" shrieked Debbie, shaking with rage. "How dare you! I've owed you this for a long time!" With that, an enraged Debra telegraphed a big overhand right at Joyce's smirking face - a blow which Joyce side-stepped with contemptible ease.
"Fight!" - the cry never fails to draw a crowd - and in seconds, Joyce and Debra found themselves in a loosely formed "ring" of spectators. As an off-balance Debra tottered past Joyce, carried by the momentum of her own failed haymaker, the confident blonde flourished a beach towel and shouted "Ole!" like some comic bullfighter. The crowd laughed in derision!
"Oh, you are going to pay for that!" growled Debra, righting herself and charging Joyce, arms windmilling wildly. Moving fast and light, Joyce again side-stepped her attacker with ease. The contrast between the two was startling: Joyce - calm, beaming confidence, moving with ease in her sneakers and sportswear, her body toned and tight: Debra - raging, tottering and jiggling in her high heels and string bikini, her tits and ass bouncing like gelatin.
Her hands flashing, Joyce began to pepper Debra's pretty face with light but stinging lefts and rights. Grinning, Joyce taunted the busty brunette. "Just like old times, eh, Boobsie? Did those big fun bags ever recover from that last pasting I gave them?" Debra's face reddened slightly, as much due to anger as the effort of her blows. Picking up the pace, Joyce began really rocking Debra, diggin hard left hooks to her soft midriff, followed by cracking rights to the jaw. Debra's head snapped back with each blow and her eyes began to tear freely.
Desperate, Debra aimed a kick at Joyce's groin - only to have the lithe blonde catch her heel in mid-air, leaving Debra hopping comically on one foot, her heavy breasts wiggling suggestively!
Bemused, Joyce plucked the lucite slide from Deb's foot, studied it a moment and then mugged for the crowd. "Size 10! She's got big tits but even bigger feet!" Then, grinning slyly, Joyce asked Debra "Say, Dairy Queen, are you by any chance .... ticklish?"
Debra was dry-mouthed. "Come on! Lemme go! Y-y-you wouldn't ... not in front of all these people .. you're not gonna (ulp!) tickle my bare feet?"
"Let me put it this way, tramp ... kootchy, kootchy koo!" Joyce drew her index finger up and down Debra's plush pedicured sole, causing her rival to shriek with uncontrolled laughter. Debbie's toes, the nails painted lime green to match her bikini, fluttered helplessly.
Joyce tickled the comically hopping glamour girl mercilessly for several minutes until Debra was weakened from laughter, her tears running little mascara riverlets down her lovely face. Joyce released her rival's foot and a delapidated Debbie stood there, near helpless, her chest heaving, body soaked with sweat, her once lush hair matted, reeling unevenly, wearing only one shoe.
Joyce's hand snaked forward and snatched at Debra's overmatched bikini top, the string snapping with an audible "ping!" and revealing Deb's plush 34 double D's. The women in the crowd cheered in derision while the men stared with unabated lust. "Ah, I see your "talents" haven't changed - either of them!" chuckled Joyce. What say we do a little bag work, hmmm, you cow?" (Debbie desperately shook her head no).
But with that, Joyce began a steady rhythmically punching of Debbie's freely swinging meat melons: the exhausted brunette incapable of effective resistance. Joyce knew just how to deliver a punch, causing the pendulous breasts to first slap against Debra's upper abdomen, then rebound back and impact her upper chest, simulating the motion of a boxer.
The crowd began to applaud as the showy Joyce established a discernable pattern. She worked Debbie's swollen milk bags like twin speed bags! When at last she finished, Debbie's once-proud knockers were scarlet, liberally peppered with black and blue welts. Her facial expression was equal parts agony, embarrassment and resignation."St-stop, please! Stop! It's over! I'm d-d-done!" the once big-talking slut whimpered hopelessly.
"Time to close this show, Bimbo!" declared Joyce and she began to drive the blubbering Debbie back unsteadily with ripping lefts and rights to her head and body. When she halted again, Debbie was at the lip of the pool" her eyes slightly crossed, something akin to a goofy smile on her dazed face.
"Ready to make a big splash around here?" barked Joyce. Debbie gave a stupid little nod of the head. "Then raise you chin, you sleazy two-bit slut!" With that, Joyce delivered a tremendous uppercut to Debbie's chin, knocking the self-described "knockout" backward into the pool with a thundering splash and the onlooking crowd broke into a thunderous cheer.
After a few seconds, Debbie's head broke the surface, arms flailing, instantly revived by the cold water. "Help!" she wailed in desperation. "I - I can't swim! Save me!"
As a life perserver was thrown to the floundering beaten beauty, Joyce chuckled. "You mean those two big balloons on your chest CAN'T be used as a floatation device, Titsie?" Several women laughed in ridicule and derision as a soaked, weeping and humiliated Debbie was hauled from the pool by several of the men (who all seemed to need to grasp those big boobs as they helped her up). Joyce cruised by, swinging the beaten bimbo's bikini top playfully.
"I'm keeping your top as a souvenir, Boobsie. You got a problem with that?" Deb stared at the ground and slowly shook her head no. "Oh, well, any time you feel like coming to take it back, I think you know where to find me! See you around - NEIGHBOR!"

LATER THAT DAY ....
"What do you mean you want to sell?" Debra's modeling agent was incredulous on the phone. "You've been in the place like a month! You sell that condo now and you're gonna take a bath!"
Debbie shuddered. She'd had enough baths for one day! "I don't care ... do whatever you have to ... I can't stay here, not another day!"