RINGING DD DEBBIE'S BELL

By Sceej and Rob
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It had been a while since Debra's last unfortunate encounter with her arch-nemesis Joyce. That had ended with Debbie whipped and running topless through a mall parking lot. But that was just another humiliation in a long line of embarrassing defeats at the flashing fists of her rival.
Well, enough was enough! Debbie decided she was sick of being beaten by the lean and mean blonde. Time to get to a gym and learn to box herself. That way, she reasoned, she could punch out Joyce and get some measure of revenge.
It was understandable she'd want to get back at Joyce. First the blonde had punched her silly at a Christmas party, then she had interrupted Deb's photo session to pound the voluptuous brunette into Dreamland. Then came a swimming pool fiasco and finally Deb had suffered through that mall incident.
Deb became furious just thinking about it. After all, she told herself, wasn't she the most beautiful woman in town? Constant primping in mirrors confirmed her argument. A lovely oval face surrounded by shoulder-length dark hair with big blue eyes, shapely legs and a plump, curved behind. But what really made the guys take notice were her breasts - 34DD, standing proud and capped with quarter-sized brown/purple nipples that always seemed to be trying to poke through the low-cut thin tops she liked to wear.
Soon Debra was enrolled at a local gym. At first she really tried to learn (although secretly her coach found her hopeless). But soon her old habits took over. Showing off her gorgeous body and flirting with the guys was just too much fun! So what if some of the men had wives or girlfriends? That never got in the way where Debbie was concerned.
Thus it was that Debbie was working out with one of the resident studs, sparring in the center ring of the gym. With a t-shirt cut very high to show off the bottoms of her braless double D's and a tight pair of "Daisy Duke" shorts, she knew every man in the place had their eyes on her as she danced and jiggled in the ring.
"Sting like a butterfly, float like a bee!" the not-too-bright Debbie giggled at her sparring partner. "Bet you can't lay a glove on me!"
But then the brunette almost jumped out of her skin when an all-too-familiar voice said "Oh, but I bet I can!"
Deb turned just in time to see Joyce climbing through the ropes, dressing in workout clothes and smiling an evil grin at her. Joyce was not as tall as Debbie but she had a lean, slightly muscular build.
A knot of fear formed in Debbie's stomach as she turned to face her old foe. "Wh-wh-what are YOU doing here?" she asked, trying to keep the terror she felt out of her voice.
"Why, some of the wives of the guys who fight here told me you might be looking for a sparring partner and I came here to volunteer!" the blonde smiled brightly. "Why? You're not AFRAID of me, are you Titsie?"
"N-n-no" Debbie stammered. "But I was just getting ready to quit. Yeah, that's it! I was just leaving!"
Joyce just shook her head no. "C'mon, people, who wants to see me and Boobsie here go a few rounds?" she asked the gathering crowd. Naturally everyone cheered and Debbie realized she was in deep, deep doo-doo.
"Put 'em up, Double D!" Joyce snapped. "Let's see what you've learned since the last time we scuffled."
The busty brunette saw that she either had to fight or eat crow, so against her better judgement she slowly nodded and assented to the fight.
Soon the two women were facing off in the middle of the ring. Joyce studied Deb's thin shirt that barely contained her massive knockers. She could hardly wait to get started.
Debbie shot out several tentative jabs which Joyce blocked with practiced ease. Debbie then let go with two left jabs, a right cross and a fierce uppercut. It would have been a devastating attack - except not a single blow landed! Joyce simply dodged each attack with her superior speed and waited. Finally Deb landed a right cross to Joyce's face but that only seemed to anger the shorter girl.
"Okay, I gave you your chance. Now it's my turn!" Joyce hissed, slinging a hard left directly into Debbie's soft tummy.
"Oooofff!" Deb groaned and backed up, her face turning white. Joyce bopped her several times in the nose to get her guard up, then sank her glove deep in Deb's big right tit. The brunette almost screamed in pain and backed up until the corner post stopped her retreat.
Joyce had a wicked grin on her face as she closed in and began to throw rights and lefts with abandon. The crowd was hooting and yelling encouragement. Apparently they were all pulling for the smaller girl to teach the big sexpot a lesson.
"Ugh! Ooof! N-N-Noooo! Ow! Stop! I quit! I quit!" Debbie gasped as Joyce methodically worked her body up and down. The blonde bomber gave particular attention to those big titties swaying freely up the shirt. She crashed punch after painful punch to Deb's pride-and-joys until the black-haired woman howled.
"No so tough now, are ya Chesty?" Joyce snarled at her, still slugging away at Debbie's heavy jugs. "Whattaya say we give everyone a good look at those knockers before they turn all black and blue? Take off your shirt!"
The totally miserable Debbie shook her head no but after a little more "encouragement" from Joyce, she managed to pull the shirt off. Her big boobs danced in the air as the crowd laughed and jeered. "Th-this is the worst d-d-day of my l-l-life!" Debbie sobbed helplessly.
Still, she was hoping to get out of her latest predicament without any more physical damage. Joyce, unfortunately, had other ideas.
"Please, please, enough Joyce!" Debbie whined. "I can't stand it any more! Lemme go now, puh-pleeeeaaase!"
"Oh, fuck that, you brainless whore! You're going down again and not the way you usually do it!" Joyce snickered at her cringing, sniveling victim. Her own nipples were hard and jutting through her shirt. Obviously she was getting off by beating the dark-haired beauty.
"Nooo! Don't knock me out! Not again! I'm begging you!" Debbie squealed, trying to get away from those hard fists. But Joyce hemmed her into the corner and cocked her fist way back before landing a ferocious right to the gut. Debbie doubled over as everything on her body seemed to sag.. Her jaw hung open, her eyelids fluttered and her legs quivered. Even those ripe boobs seemed to lose a little starch and drooped a bit.
Joyce then stepped up and held Deb up with a fist under her chin. Then she planted a tremendouse right directly to Debbie's jaw. The blow cracked like a shot and even some of Debbie's female rivals in the crowd winced at the sound.
The buxom brunette rose to her tip-toes, eyes crossing and uncrossing, a sappy grin playing on her tattered lips.
"Oh, g-g-god! Wha' happen?" she gurgled. Then Debra went crashing to the dirty canvas, first to her knees, then folding to land face-down and ass in the air. Her arms were spread wide and her knockers smashed into the floor. Aside from an occasional twitch, Deb didn't move at all.
Joyce held her gloves high in the air and strutted around the ring accepting the cheers of the women present. The guys naturally kept their eyes on the battered loser in the center of the ring.
The blonde victor collected Debbie's discarded t-shirt. "Jeez, I'm going to have a whole wardrobe if I keep taking trophies off this silly bitch!" she laughed as she once again made her triumphant exit.