By Rob and Sceej
sandm1n@yahoo.com

DD Debbie's New Racket

It was an emergency meeting of the Brushywood Country Club's women. It seems there was a problem with the finals of the annual mixed doubles tennis tournament.
"It's absolutely shameful, the way she flaunts those big - well, it's just shameful!" snapped Muffy Snottingham, the committee chairman. "And her and that old geezer partner of hers are going to win the tournament!"
"Ooooo, I could just kill our husbands!" growled Cleo Toris, the vice chairman. "Every last one of them gets distracted looking at her big flopping boobs and loses the match. They simply forget to play tennis! And that $10,000 prize is always donated to charity. It's a Brushywood tradition!"
Just then the oldest member of the committee spoke up. "I think I have a solution to our problem. My niece is visiting this week and as it turns out, she and our favorite tennis player are 'old friends.' I think we can see the prize is donated to charity and ride ourselves of this so-called 'Double DD Debbie' at the same time!"
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The tall brunette checked herself in the full-length mirror one more time before taking the court. Debbie wore, as usual, a tiny tennis outfit that showed off her long shapely legs, her tiny waist and (Deb smirked) those fabulous DD breasts. Today Debbie had unbuttoned her top even more than usual, leaving an amazing amount of cleavage showing.
"And when I hit the court, I think one more button 'accidentally' popping open with give those rich fools a show they'll never forget!" she smiled. Little did she know how right she was about the crowd never forgetting this tennis match.
Debbie strutted out into the bright sunshine of the tennis court, nodding to the wealthy elderly man who had brought her to the club last month. He had turned out to be her latest sugar daddy, spending wildly on the sexy vixen even though she still hadn't "given up the goods". And when Debbie had learned there was a tennis tournament with a $10,000 prize, she concocted her scheme to take home the fat check. With each match, she simply showed her impressive cleavage and her male opponents couldn't make a single shot. While DD Debbie was only a mediocre player at best, she and the old geezer had managed to advance to the finals.
One more team to beat! Deb could almost taste the victory - and see the faces of the angry women in the stands. She couldn't decide which would be the most satisfying.
Then, as they walked onto the court, Debbie swinging her ass with a sexy strut, the voice on the P.A. system announced "There has been a change in the line-up. Due to an injury to Ms. Snottingham, her spot in the championship match will be filled by Miss Joyce ..."
Debbie didn't even hear the last of the announcement. Since she had been in high school, there had been one person who foiled every scheme, shattered every sneaky plot and thwarted her sexual conquests - a skinny (in Debbie's opinion) blonde named Joyce. The busty brunette couldn't even hear the name Joyce without her hands going up involuntarily to cover her breasts.
But then the opposing tennis team emerged from the clubhouse and Debbie's heart sank. It was her! That evil bitch Joyce!
"Well, well, well - if it isn't my old friend Double DD Debbie!" Joyce beamed a big smile at her stunned opponent. "I heard you were having a problem keeping those big hooters of yours covered up, so I came by to help!"
Debbie's first instinct was to run for the hills - an impulse she should have followed. But she wanted that prize money so badly, her greed overcame her survival instinct. She should have known better - Joyce had handed out some savage beatings, with the bulk of them aimed at her spectacular chest. But DD Debbie decided to bluff it out. One more win and the prize was hers!
"You might as well take that scrawny ass home right now, Blondie!" Debbie sneered. "I've got this thing sewed up and this time there's nothing you can do about it!"
"We'll just have to see about that, Ms. Cow Tits!" Joyce giggled. "Let's play some tennis!"
As soon as the match started, it was obvious that Debbie and her older partner were completely out-matched. Joyce had a killer serve that neither of them could handle and Debbie's cleavage didn't have any effect on Joyce's doubles partner. (That might have had something to do with the fact that he was gay!) In the end, Debbie was gasping and wheezing, trying to return serves that were always out of reach. The final serve from Joyce was so hard it hit Debbie right in the chest and stuck between her boobs. The country club crowd erupted with cheers and laughter as Joyce's team was declared the winner.
And once again, Debbie's fury at being thwarted overcame her good sense. The smart thing to do would have been to just shake hands and walk away. But Debbie, showing the bad judgement that had gotten her in hot water so many times before, came charging around the net, intent on destroying her rival.
"Ooooo, I'm gonna kill you, you boney skank!" Debbie hissed as she took a mighty swing at Joyce with her tennis racket. Joyce darted back as the racket whistled through the air. Debbie swung it back and forth, trying in vain to land one good hit on her hated rival. The wiry blonde began to laugh at her busty foe, as Debbie could not even land one blow.
Then Joyce, who was still holding her own tennis racket, used it like a fencing sword to protect herself from Debbie's assault. "En guarde!" she trilled as she blocked several errant swings. She then whirled her racket around Debbie's until it suddenly flew out of the black-haired woman's hand and sailed through the air. Debbie stared dumbly at her racket as it soared up and over the fence. "Wha happened?" she muttered. But her attention returned to the current fight when Joyce sank her tennis racket deep into Debbie's soft tummy.
"Ooooffff" the busty harlot gasped as her rival sank the edge of the racket into her gut. She doubled over, red in the face and trying desperately to simply breathe. Joyce smiled and strolled behind the bent-over beauty. Debbie's toned ass was jutting out as she was leaning over, holding her bruised stomach. Joyce gave her a hard kick to the ass and Debbie shot forward to sprawl clumsily over the net.
With Deb's shapely ass stuck in the air and a racket in her hand, Joyce wasted no time giving her foe a stinging series of blows. "Oww! Oh! Oooo! Stop spanking me!' Debbie wailed as she tried to escape her paddling. Her feet couldn't get a purchase to help her get off the net and she was helpless to stop her punishment. In the meantime, all the club's members had surrounded the tennis court and were enjoying the show.
"Oh, that had to hurt!" said Muffy with a snicker. "Maybe if the slut had worn regular underwear instead of that Victoria's Secret trash, it wouldn't sting so much!" Cleo giggled.
Finally Joyce ended Debbie's spanking, leaving the sexy loser hanging face down and red ass up hanging limply over the tennis net. "Oh, no, you're not gettting out of this that easily!" Joyce told her. The lithe blonde grabbed Debbie's thick dark hair and "hair-hauled" her to her feet.
Debbie wobbled unsteadily, her knees knocking together. But Joyce showed no mercy as she wound up and planted a crunching uppercut to the big girl's chin. Deb's eyes crossed and uncrossed and she rocked back and fourth. The blonde still wasn't satisfied.
"You like to show off those big knockers, don't you, Titsie?" Joyce asked the groggy Debbie. Deb looked at her with unfocussed eyes and gave a little nod. "Well, then, let me help you with that!" Joyce then ripped open the front of Debbie's outfit and those luscious 34DD breasts, topped with big pinkish-brown nipples, stuck out proudly.
Joyce turned to the crowd. "Who wants to see a speedbagging exhibiton?" The crowd cheered wildly. Debbie, regaining a bit of her senses, tried to beg her way out of the torture. "No - no! Please! Not the speed-bagging! You know I can't stand that! I give up! I quit - you win! Just please don't whip my boobs today!"
The blonde just smiled and shook her head. "Sorry, but you asked for this!" she told the whimpering Debbie. Then she began punching the big tits sideways, then up and down. Her fists speeded up and soon Debbie's boobs were flopping wildly as she shrieked and gasped pain cries.
Joyce let Deb's hooters feel a few last thudding blows, then held up the sobbing loser's face up for a final, monumental uppercut that send Debbie to La La Land. Her limp body flew back to the net where she began to slide down. Her arms caught on the net and there she hung, bruised tits jutting out as her head hung down.
The triumphant Joyce raised her fists in victory as the crowd cheered. "Ladies, I think it's time for everyone to practice their serves" Joyce shouted. "And here are two perfect, round targets to use!" She strolled off the court laughing as the Brushywood women lined up to continue Double DD Debbie's schooling.