Sweetness By Montrose Her sweets are so sweet, and so is she. Isn't she? ====== Send comments to montrose@cyberbabies.com ====== I saw her every time I passed the corner sweets shop - a tall, well rounded blonde with the face of a kind and innocent cherub. She had broad, rolling shoulders and thick, but feminine biceps. Her breasts were large but well suited to her height, perhaps 38 DD. Her ass was as round, ripe and buoyant as a plum but more the size of twin beach balls. She wore white sneakers, tight fitting white pants, a silky white blouse and a frilly apron that accented the peaches and cream in her cheeks. I decided to started buying chocolates just to get a chance to talk with her. The first time I placed an order I couldn't speak - I just pointed to a display of almond brick and waved three fingers. "Very good choice, sir." She said sweetly. "I nibble on that all day. I suppose I should think of my figure, but I just can't help myself." I wished she would nibble on me all day. And I couldn't help thinking about her figure, myself. She towered 5 or 6 inches over me (I'm 5'9") as she handed down my bag and took my money with her large, soft, and powerful hands. A few days later I entered the store again. This time I managed to squeak out my order - some brownies. "Sure thing darling." She put my order together, leaned over the counter, down to me, and handed me my bag. "Anything else?" She asked softly. "No Sweetness. That's all." I had planned to call her that. I blushed as the words actually left my mouth. "Sweetness?" she mused. "That's cute." She gave me a wink that lifted my heart into the mouth, blocking my tongue. For several visits, every third day or so, that is how my visits to the sweet shop went. I called her Sweetness and she winked warmly down at me. It was enough to fire my fantasies and make concentrating at work nearly impossible. Once, as I ordered a huge bag of turtles she mentioned again that those were one of her favorites. "I eat them all day long, just gobble them up. I work out a lot, so I manage to burn off tons of calories, but I really should start watching my figure." She said patting her ass. All this as she got my change and I stared at her voluptuous buns. "You have a magnificent figure, Sweetness." It came out like a shot. I blushed when she turned slowly with a wry smile on her tender face. "Why you little sugar drop." she whispered. "You're sweet on me, aren't you?" The more she talked the redder I got. "You are! I should have guessed. You didn't look like a sweets freak. I hardly eat as much of the stuff as you've been buying lately." She eyed me curiously. "What is it? Do you like blondes, or big women in general? Do you know what I like?" Here she lowered her voice. "I like fighting men... you know... armwrestling, tussling, anything involving physical contact and contest." She stood tall over me and smiled down from on high. "I'm undefeated, you know." she said proudly. Her little speech gave me a massive erection. All I could say was "Wow." and I couldn't help but say that. She chuckled. "Bingo." she said quietly. "You want a little demonstration?" She slammed her thick arm onto the serving counter between us. "Go ahead. Give me your hand. Ten bucks to the winner." I hesitated out of fear. I could see I was overmatched. "Come on, darling." She purred. "You can have ten bucks plus I'll do anything you want If you win. All you risk is ten bucks." She winked seductively. My arm shot up to the challenge - the prize was too great to pass up. After she said go I threw my back into it but her hand went nowhere. She giggled at my grunting and clenched teeth. She even pretended for a moment that I was making progress. Then she tightened her grip on my hand, popping several finger joints, and slammed my arm to the counter, nearly wrenching it from the socket. I whimpered and fell to my knees clutching my shoulder. She showed no concern for my plight whatsoever. "Ten bucks." I dragged it out of my pocket and handed it up. She snatched it out of my hand and slipped it deep into her inviting cleavage behind her apron and blouse. "Thanks for the fun, darling. See you next time." She turned around and ignored me as I struggled to the door in my humiliation. The next day I returned to the sweets shop. I couldn't even stay away for my customary three days. "Good evening, Sweetness." I said when she smiled down at me. "Hello darling. How's your arm?" she said with a hint of a chuckle in her voice. I blushed slightly. "Oh, it feels much better." I assured her. "I think I'll have the.." "Drop the pretence." she cut me off. "You don't want any candy. You want me. And to be honest, I've been thinking about you all night. I tossed and turned in bed thinking about how I stomped you. Thinking about how a full contact fight would have been much more fun." I coughed and turned a fire engine red. Her peaches and cream face with the innocent eyes gave me no warning that such a statement was coming! She caught me totally off guard. "I'll tell you what. We're both going to get what we want." She tossed me the keys. "Lock up then follow me into the back." She disappeared behind a curtain. When I joined her she had stripped off everything but the tight white pants. Her great round breasts swayed back and forth just over my eyes. Her rippled belly was even with my chest and neck. I could smell her woman scent in the cramped back office as she stepped toward me. "Strip." she whispered. Soon I wore only my pants. "Now we begin." She raised her hands to lock up. I raised mine to hers. She grabbed my hands and violently twisted my wrists back and forth, grinding the bone and cartilage. I cried out. With her superior size, strength and weight, she easily crushed me into the wall, crucifying my hands out to the side, stretching my arms out of the sockets. Then she raised one broad knee and planted it in my gut with all the weight of her ass behind it. It nearly sank to my spine. I exhaled and tried to gasp in, but she left her knee planted and me no place to send the air. She leaned down and, to my great surprise, kissed me. She slid her tongue over my lips, then rammed it down my throat, crushing her cheek against my nose. When she finally removed her knee and slid her groin up against me, I still could not breathe because of her overpowering kiss! Just before I lost consciousness, she let me go and backed away. I nearly crumpled to the floor, but managed to lean against the wall instead. "Take your time recovering." she said confidently. "I can wait." Her smugness finally made me a little angry. I knew I couldn't defeat her, but maybe I could teach her a lesson. Once I had my wind I punched her in the belly hard. She took the blow with her hands on her hips and laughed. My fist only made a slapping sound against the firm ripples around her waist. "Is that the best you have?" she asked, still laughing. I gave her my best shot. Wham! in the bread basket. My knuckles and wrist snapped. I feared real damage this time. Pain sliced up my arm and my hand began to grow blue and puffy. Tears sprang to my eyes. She laughed again, never taking her hands from her hips. "Is that it?" she asked me. "Are you through?" I couldn't answer. Besides being intimidated by her towering presence, all I could think of was getting to a doctor. She took my silence for compliance and decided it was her turn again. She hoisted me up onto her massive shoulders in one smooth motion and began stretching my back. With one hand around my throat and another on my right thigh she pulled down, snapping my back and choking me. Then she hopped up and down a few times. With each hop my back snapped and a new pain and numbness took over my body. Eventually she pushed me up to the ceiling, mashed me against it for a moment, then slammed me down to the clean white tile. A tooth dribbled from my mouth and my lips puffed up. I tried to speak - to surrender - but I couldn't speak with my face so damaged. I waited for the death blow, but it never came. Eventually I pushed myself to my hands and knees. I was amazed I could make it. Then I rose to just my knees. Sweetness stepped in front of me. She was completely naked now. She stepped over me and trapped me in a standing scissors with my face buried up in her mighty muff. She rocked and ground my head there. Finally I realized she was using my pulpy face to get off. When her flood of goo ran into my eyes, up my nose, and down my throat I thought she would rend my head from my body. But eventually her violent orgasm diminished into quivers and moans. She lifted my arms and grabbed my wrists, then dragged me to the wall. All I could do was hurt. I had no will or ability to fight anymore. She turned around and mashed my head up into her ass crack. My nose penetrated her anus. Then her great butt muscled flexed to life and began crushing my skull! Nothing I had experienced so far prepared me for the overwhelming pain of having my head flattened between her meaty cheeks. I found my voice and wailed. I begged and pleaded for freedom. But her muscle mass muffled my screams. I could tell she was laughing because of the rhythmic throbbing of her ass on my face as she clenched down. Eventually, as I felt my temples creak closer together, the pulse of her laughter mixed with that of my heart and all faded to black.