Debbie stretched out lazily on her blanket, gazing proudly down at her (in her opinion) perfect body. True, it was hard to see past the firm mounds on her chest, which were clad today in a hot pink bikini top, one that barely constrained the mountainous hooters that were her claim to fame.
She felt her tummy, a little soft but still trim and then came the tiny triangle covering her crotch. She raised one long leg and gave it an admiring gaze. "Oh, yeah, I still got it!" she murmured with a little self-satisfied smile.
No thanks to those bitches who left her at the dyke bar! Her old foe Joyce had beaten her to a pulp then her and her friends had dumped the brunette sexpot off at the wildest lesbian bar in town. Then she'd had a stroke of luck. Just as the leader of the gang was approaching her with a 12-inch strap-on dildo, preparing to ream her out as never before (well, hardly ever, Deb thought with a wicked grin), the cops burst through on a drug raid.
That was when she'd met Tommy, one of the detectives on the force, who gave her a ride home. She'd thanked him as only she could until both of them could barely walk. And, with a little more persuasion Tommy had even paid to remove the hard metal nipple rings that bitch Joyce had left in her poor titties.
So with things looking up for her, Deb had decided to spend the day at the beach, far from any trouble. The only thing that had spoiled the beautiful summer day was an annoying little bitch who had rolled her frisbee up on Debbie's blanket. Well, she'd gotten rid of her in short order, tossing the frisbee in the ocean and sending the kid off crying with a hard slap on the butt. Double D Debbie hated kids and considered the beach her property whenever she was there. Now there was nothing to do but lie on the sand and dream of Tommy and what they were going to do tonight.
But the best of plans go awry, as they say. Debbie jerked awake when someone kicked sand all over her face. The big brunette sprang to her feet to face a wiry little woman with red hair and that annoying kid was with her.
"Are you the bitch who hit my daughter?!" the redhead snapped at her.
"Yeah and if you don't take a hike right now, skinny, I'm going to kick your ass too!" Deb warned. She felt pretty safe with her tough talk. She was at least a head taller and probably 25 pounds heavier than the redhead, who wore a modest one-piece black swimsuit.
But then Debbie felt the first little sign of trouble. Something about the way the smaller woman just looked at her, without fear and maybe sizing her up. She tried another threat. "So get out of here! Besides, all these people here would stop a fight if it came to that!"
The other woman, whose name was Joanie, suddenly gave a little smile. "Oh, you think so?" She turned to the crowd who was gathering at the sound of shouting. "This cow hit my little girl just because her frisbee landed on her blanket!"
"And she called me bad names, too!" the little girl chimed in. From that point, the mood turned ugly. The crowd, especially the women, began muttering angrily. And of course the guys were just hoping if there was a fight, that tiny pink bikini would wind up in the dirt.
"You should teach that bitch a lesson!" one of the girls said and that set off the crowd. They surrounded the two women who stared angrily at each other.
"Fight! Fight! Fight!" the onlookers began chanting. Joanie just grinned and shrugged. "Hey, it's the will of the people!" she told her chesty foe just before throwing a looping left into Debbie's ribs.
"GGG-nnnnufff!" Deb gasped, bending over and clutching her side. "No! No! Not again!" she whimpered.
But of course it was too late to stop now. Joanie was all over her, landing slashing blows to her ribs and stomach. Then she straightened Debbie up with savage uppercuts. Debbie rocked back and forth, trying to defend herself but Joanie was unbelieveably fast. But the time Deb could cover up one part of her body Joanie had moved on to pound on another part.
Joanie's daughter laughed out loud and clapped her hands as she watcher her mother take Debbie apart. "You look just like Daddy when he's fighting in the ring, Mommy!" she said.
"That's right, sweetie! Daddy taught Mommy just how to deal with big bullies like this one! You just give them a one! (She landed a left hook to Debbie's slack jaw) - and a two! (she followed up with a right to the eye) and a three!" With that she brought a brutal uppercut from way back and hit Debbie so hard on the point of the chin that the busty beauty actually left her feet and landed flat on her back a full three feet from where she had been standing.
"Unnnhhh!" Debbie groaned. She raised her head to stare down at her bare boobs. "Wha? I'm topless!" she gasped. Sometime during the scuffle her top had broken and it was now in the hands of a lucky surfer who had snatched it up out of the sand. The crowd whistled and cheered.
The groggy tramp slowly managed to get to her feet, covering her bare boobs with her hands. "Stay back! I'm warning you!" Debbie stammered, trying to back up from her angry opponent. But two girls grabbed her and gave her a hard push toward Joanie.
That was too bad for Debbie. She staggered forward only to catch another series of devastating rights and lefts from the angry mom.
"Ooof! Oww! Oh - please! Don't - oww! Not my boobs - oooo!" Debbie blubbered. She began to cry helplessly as Joanie, practically half her size, was beating her to a pulp. Soon her arms hung limply at her side, presenting Joanie with two huge targets just begging to be hit.
"And this is called a 'shoe-shine' " Joanie smirked as she began pummelling Deb's big knockers right and left. The little redhead worked her fists in a circular motion as she whipped the double D's up and down.
"I giiiiivvveee! I surrender! Uncle! Uncle! Oh, please, I so give up!" the soundly thrashed Debbie whined in complete pain and humiliation.
Joanie finally let up on the "shoe-shine" to step back and study her formerly big-talking foe.
Debbie's knees knocked together as her long shapely legs shook like spaghetti. Her head hung down and her shoulders sagged. Her breasts were a scarlet red color. Tomorrow there would be huge black and blue bruises all over those big jugs. But for now she stared out of puffy eyes at a still-angry mother and her child.
"C-can I go now, ma'am?" she begged, hoping the worst was over. "I'll - I'll be good! Promise!"
"Hmm, sure, you can go," Joanie replied. "But only after you do one more little thing ..."

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Joanie sat on her beach chair, watching the sun slowly go down on the horizon. She sipped a cold beer and savored the breeze that swept down the beach.
Behind her, little Missy tossed her frisbee, for what seemed to Joanie to be the thousandth time. Then a bruised, battered and topless Debbie, on her hands and knees, big tits swaying, crawled after the frisbee. She retrieved it with her mouth and slowly, painfully, crawled back to Missy and dropped the frisbee at her feet.
"Good doggy!" Missy said, patting the weeping Debbie on her sweaty hair. "Now, go fetch again!" Debbie sobbed out loud but after a fearful glance at Joanie, began crawling down the shore after the toy.
Jeez, didn't that kid's arm ever get tired? Joanie wondered with a smile.