Tough Little Girl By Montrose Young Amy destroys a man =================================================================== Send all comments, ridicule, and story ideas to montrose@cyberbabies.com ================================================================== My problem has always been, I'm just too big for my fantasy. I enjoy wrestling women, and always wanted to meet one who could beat me on a regular basis, but I was having no luck. I went out with a series of tall, well endowed girls, but few of them ever stood a chance against me. I'm 6' 3" and 185 pounds myself, so even the 6' tall women who considered themselves to be tough only managed to best me on rare occasions. My latest toy was Patti. I met Patti through mutual friends who just knew we'd get along. Patti stood 6' 1" without heels, and always wore those 3" tall, wide heels popular these days. She tipped the scales at 160, so I was excited at the prospects. The first time Patti and I wrestled was in her apartment. She put up a good fight for 20 minutes or more, but eventually I started to wear her down. I pinned her arm behind her back and jammed her head against the floor with my knee. I crushed her neck in a scissors with her face up my ass until she begged for release. Then I sat on her ample chest and made her suck my cock. I shot my load into her face, then told her to get me a drink and a snack. She wanted to have sex, but I was already satisfied. "You win the next match and we'll do things your way." I told her. "For tonight, you're my dog. You got it?" She thought about it for a moment then knelt at my feet. "Yes master." she said. I guided her onto her hands and knees in front of me and propped my feet up on her back as I drank her beer, ate her food, and channel surfed late into the evening. About two in the morning I buttered her tits and humped another load into her face before taking over her bed. She dutifully slept on the floor beside me. The next day was Sunday. I was going to play golf, but Patti stood between me and the door. "It's a new day." She said. "You wanna leave, your gonna have to get past me." Not a bad idea, I thought. I could use a blow job before I hit the links. I stepped up to grab her arm but she swung one sturdy leg into my side before I could get a good hold. The force of the kick drove all the air from my lungs and knocked my to the floor. She was on me in a flash, grabbing my arms and chest in her big, firm thighs. It was clear yesterday that I had a distinct advantage in upper body strength. It was becoming equally clear now that I had no muscle in my body to compare with her legs and ass. She absolutely crushed me in her grip. I felt my ribs bend and flex. My spine snapped and adjusted to accommodate the curves of her iron gams. I struggled, of course. But that was the entirety of the fight. After an hour of oxygen deprivation I gasped my submittal. She slip up to my face and took her first joy ride on my tongue. Finally, I thought. A woman I can respect! A woman who can be my fantasy! I served her every need that day. I ran my tongue over every inch of her delicious form. When she wanted cock, I was ready and standing at attention. I never popped a wad unless she first commanded me to do so, and always after she had her fill of spine twisting orgasms. At her command I cleaned her house and served as her bath boy before leaving that evening. I looked forward to our next encounter all that week. I made a date for Friday night. After a movie and a short stint at a bar she agreed to come with me back to my garden apartment. The view was not as nice as hers, but it was very spacious and the rent was cheap for the neighborhood. No sooner were we in the door than we were at each other's throats. We grappled and punched our way all around my living room, knocking over chairs and lamps as we went. I managed to keep out of the way of her powerful legs by back-peddling, as she chased me about. After 40 minutes she started to run low on wind. She was exerting a lot more energy than I with her frequent kicks aimed at my ribs and head. All I needed to do was duck and weave out of harms way and occasionally land a solid punch into her temple or bread basket. I spotted a chance and dove in for her right arm. I pinned it behind her back and drover her to her knees. I locked her neck between my legs and drove her head into the floor. Seconds later her muffled voice rose up from under my ass. "I submit." I gave her my asshole and scrotum to lick as I fondled her ample bosom. Sitting there, feeling the first waves of a powerful orgasm dart up my sine, I looked directly across the room at a window in front of me and saw a teenage girl squatting there, boldly watching me. The window looked out into a narrow causeway between two apartment buildings. It was maybe one and a half feet wide. The only people who used it were high school kids cutting through to the mall, and even they didn't make a habit of it. It was a hot summer night. This particular girl was around 18 years old, nicely developed but not as big as I like. I couldn't believe that her parents let her rome the streets in that minuscule string bikini. It seemed to be all she wore all summer long. She was all of 5' 8" and probably weighed in at 135, maybe 140 pounds of tight, athletic, energetic, young meat. Legs and breasts like a Vegas show girl. The only reason I guessed her parents let her get away with exposing herself like that in public was because of her two massive, older twin brothers. They were very intimidating. Whenever I saw her hanging out with her friends, I first looked around to see if her brothers were also present before I dared to feast my eyes on her curves. If she caught me looking, she usually posed and framed herself in the sexiest way possible before shooting me a hard look - daring me to say something. She was quite a cock tease, and I could see that now was my chance to return the favor. When she saw that I saw her, she didn't run away or even look sheepish. She met my eyes with a defiant glare. I met her's back, grabbed my shaft in one hand and pointed to it with the other, inviting her to suck on it. Oblivious to everything going on, Patti kept stimulating my asshole with her tongue. I smeared vasoline all over Patti's tits. As the girl in the causeway watched, I pressed my throbbing rod into Patti's ample cleavage and began to stroke. As I did this I watched the girl dip one hand into her scant bikini bottoms and begin to stoke her own meat. We synchronized our masturbation and picked up our pace in unison. As I blasted my load down Patti's belly and onto her bush, the girl outside was lost in her own ecstasy. She leaned on the building behind her and went after her groin with both hands. When she came she let out a moan. Patti's head bumped against my ass. "What was that?!" She asked with a start. "Shut up and lick my sack." I told her. She complied. Months past and Patti and I continued to see each other, but she was no longer the challenge I had hoped she would become. All I had to do was stay clear of her punishing kicks and never get caught in between her thighs and I was the winner. Once in a while she would get in a lucky shot and the tables would turn. That was exciting enough. But what I really found exciting, was when we fought in my apartment as that girl watched, crouched in my window. She always stayed out of view until I had Patti well in hand and was ready to sit on her face. Then we would masturbate together, she outside, me on top of defeated, submissive Patti. One Wednesday evening, as I prepared to relax alone, there came a knock at my door. When I opened it, the girl from the causeway darted in and closed the door behind her. She was wearing her customary bikini, but also sported 4" spikes that raised her nearly to my own height. I was instantly at full engorgement. The fact that I only had on a pair of cut-off sweat pants made my hard-on abundantly obvious. The girl scoped out my pup-tent and said, "I can see that you're glad that I'm here." "What are you doing here?" I asked a little afraid of the answer. "I'm here because you have had it too easy for far too long." she said. "My name is Amy and I'm going to destroy you." Now I had to laugh. I could see that the more I laughed, the madder Amy got, but I just couldn't help it. It just seemed too ridiculous. When I could speak I said, "How old are you Amy?" "21, okay 18, but that doesn't matter. I've watched you fight, and frankly, you're pathetic. You're an out-of-shape, washed-up, has-been. The way you smugly sit on that big woman's face night after night has gotten on my nerves. I'm here to set things right." "What has gotten on your nerves," I told her as I pulled out my stiff lap snake, "Is this." Her breathing caught for a minute and her eyes grew large. Her hand dipped to her groin before she regained her composure. She strutted to the middle of the room and displayed her massive rack and firm ass for me, turning on her toes to give me the full effect. "Let's face it." she said. "I'm the sexiest thing you've ever seen, or ever will see. So what if I admire your prick once in a while. You would kill for a chance at this body. Am I right?" "Yes." The definitive answer was out of my lips almost as she asked the question. Drool slipped to my chin. I've seen her equal in a couple magazines, in the span of 20 or 30 years, but never in the flesh. It would have been ridiculous to deny the truth. Right then, killing seemed like a fair price for a chance at that body. She giggled, breaking the spell she had woven over me. "So what are we supposed to do?" I asked in a shaky voice. "You are supposed to defend yourself." She replied then she kicked off her shoes and went into a fighting stance. I couldn't help but smirk. Okay, so I roll on top of her for a while, humiliate her, maybe get off on her tits, and send her on her way. It would be fun. I stepped forward and grabbed her outstretched hands. I towered over her and pressed down on her hands with all my weight. I intended to drive her to her knees, but instead her body stiffened. Muscles leaped out of her luscious curves. Her arms became well defined and her shoulders and back bulged, drawing the strings of her bikini tighter. Okay, so it would take a little effort. I began to bear down on this girl for all I was worth. I strained and quivered above her. Besides the flexed body, she showed no signs of strain. She just smiled sweetly up into my face. "Does that vein in your forehead hurt?" she asked me casually. I kept pressing down. Lactic acid built up in every muscle of my arms, back and legs. My face was beet red and sweat dripped off my face and onto her jugs. I could see this was getting me nowhere so I tried to break the hold and step back. Instead, Amy held on to my hands and bent them back, dropping my to my knees. I pushed up for all I was worth, at last using a different set of muscles, but made even less progress than before. She drove my hands down to my shoulders and then pushed my ass to the floor. As she held me there she slowly tightened her grip on my hands, crushing bone against bone. I stifled several squeals of pain, but could not hold back the tears. She gave one more squeeze, harder than before, and somewhere within my left hand I thought I heard a bone snap. I yelled out then. She let go, leaned into my face, and whispered, "That is only a taste." I felt the heat of her young flesh before me, she stood so close with her hands at her sides, taunting me - letting me know she saw no threat in me. Infuriated I leaped up and grabbed one of her wrists with both hands, intending to twist it behind her back. She twisted it free as easy as you please and slammed her fist into my stomach, knocking me back to the floor. I gasped and looked up at her. She danced back and forth, giggling, her breasts flopping this way and that, waiting for me to come back for more. Did that 18 year old girl just do that - knock the wind from me with one punch? I gasped again and rose to my feet, a little worse for wear, and charged again. When we collided I knocked her back only one step before she recovered, flipped me over her back onto the floor, then she leaped into the air and landed her firm round ass down onto my chest, driving the rest of the wind from my lungs. She hopped up and watched me as I struggled to my hands and knees. She continued to giggle as she stuffed my neck between her rock hard thighs and pile drove my head into the floor. Sparks danced. The room reeled. I wasn't sure how much more of this I could take. When I finally looked up she was combing her hair in the full length mirror in the hall. My head throbbed, but what hurt worse was my pride. I was determined to slap the shit out of this little bitch right now! A few lucky shots doesn't win the match! As soon as I gathered my legs under me I charged. The force of my larger body slamming into hers, mashed her into the mirror, breaking the glass into spider web refractions. She dropped the brush. "Nice to have you back with the living." she joked. I grabbed her left arm and pinned it to her back. Now I was getting somewhere. She squirmed and soon her arm was free again. She pressed against the wall, thrusting her ass at me, and rocketed me back into the living room where I rolled to a stop against the couch. I got up and started looking left and right for a weapon - a baseball bat - anything. She was so fast, I'm not sure how she actually managed it, but somehow, she stepped behind me and lifted me onto her shoulders facing up. She bent me over her sturdy shoulders with one hand over my throat and the other on my inner thigh, brushing my sack. She stretched me there like I was on a rack. I cried out in pain but did not submit. She bounced and skipped around the room jolting me down onto her shoulders over and over again. My spine snapped, twisted, and felt like it was dislocated in several places, but still I did not submit. When she dropped me from her shoulders onto the cold hard floor, I was ready to submit, but was not sure I would be able to utter the words. In fact, I was afraid to move for fear of permanent injury. Amy stood over me, a leg on either side, and straightened her skimpy bikini. First she pulled the bottom out of the crack in her ass so that it once again covered 40 percent of her perfectly round cheeks. Then she worked each tit back into it's cup so that it rested round and high without showing any nipple. I waited for her on the floor between her legs, helpless, unable to speak or move. Then she plopped down abruptly and jarringly on my chest. Several vertebra snapped back into place and I was able to breath easier, despite the fear that the noise spread through my body. She slid forward until her knees pinned my wrists next to my ears and her twat pushed my chin back, locking my head against the floor. "Would you say you are destroyed?" she asked. "I submit." I crocked. "You win." "You submit?" she asked. "I don't care if you submit. I intend to destroy you." She shifted her hips on my neck ever so slightly and her pelvic bone dug into my wind pipe, closing it. She knew exactly what she was doing. I could no longer breath. Destroy me? Does she mean to kill me? I panicked and struggled for freedom. My struggle only succeeded in rubbing my jaw bone back and forth on her clit to the point where she was experiencing advanced stages of arousal. Was she going to come at the exact moment of my death, I wondered. I considered my situation. Here I was, a full grown man, in the prime of life. And here sat a lovely young girl, six inches shorter and 50 pounds lighter than me, ready to snuff my life out as easily as stepping on an ant. She hadn't even broken into a sweat. With my face between her knees, there on the floor, I began to cry as the room grew black and sounds faded into echoes. But the darkness only lasted a second. She had shifted her hips back off of my wind pipe and air again flooded my starving lungs! I gulped and drank in the air like a thick liquid. I could feel my heart pound once again. She knew exactly how far to go. "Would you say you are destroyed?" she asked again. "There is no other word for it." I whispered, unable to reply any louder. "I am destroyed." "That's better." She slid just a little farther up my face and untied her bikini bottom using the bows over each smooth hip. She pulled them away and guided my nose into her moist, tight, slit. At first she rubbed slowly and gently. She carefully squeezed my thick nose into her bush. She moaned and gasped and slid along my nose just a little faster - just a little deeper. "Holy shit..." she whispered to no one, then picked up her pace. "Holy fuck!" she yelled. Now she slammed my nose in and out of her dripping hole faster and faster. Her pelvic bone began to crash into my eyes, sending blinding flashes into my brain with every thrust. Her knees clamped onto my head and she rocked my entire skull into her groin, grinding my nose harder and faster. My ears began to ring from the pressure her thighs where applying to my temples. Her entire body shuttered uncontrollably for more than half a minute. Then, slowly, bit by bit, muscle by muscle, she uncoiled and relaxed. She pushed her knees apart and slid back up to sit on my chest leaving a moist trail all the way. She was dripping with sweat as well as come. Her bikini top hung around her neck. Her breasts bobbed free over my face. They were perfectly round melons, dripping with clean, slippery duo. She looked into my swollen eyes and said, "That was fucking incredible. God! When I decide to loose my virginity, You're at the top of my short list." A virgin? That made my still hard cock jump behind her. She didn't notice. She just stood and slipped back into her string bikini and heels, then stood fixing her hair in front of the broken mirror. "I'll be watching you." she said as I lay where she left me, watching her. "I expect you to let your big, fat, girlfriend win from now on. If I see you humping her face ever again, I will break in here and humiliate you in front of her. Do I make myself clear?" I wanted to say that Patti was not fat except when compared to perfection such as her own, but I dared not contradict her. "Yes, Amy. I understand." I said. That Friday I asked Patti to let us go back to her place. I was still bursting with jiz from my match with Amy and I wanted to spray it all over Patti - to use her like a dog. But Patti refused (the place was a mess) and despite my pleading we wound up at my garden apartment that night. Everything started out fine. There was no Amy in site, so I stuffed Patti's neck between my legs and started humping the back of her neck down to her shoulder as she struggled under me. The first wave of orgasm was climbing my spine when Amy stepped into the window. I spread my legs enough to set Patti free and she seized her opportunity. She drove a knee into my stomach which doubled me over and dropped me to the floor. She straddled me with those walnut cracking thighs and that was all she wrote. Amy watched from the shadows as I serviced every one of Patti's needs that night. At one point as Patti ate ice cream while I cleaned her dripping snatch with my tongue for the third time, I caught a glimpse of Amy reaching her own climax outside my window, over Patti's shoulder. Amy stepped into the light when she caught me looking. She stretched her bikini bottom down, exposing her sweet little muff, and she pointed to it. "Eat me." she mouthed silently. Gladly, I thought, and went back to work on Patti. One night, after Patti had again defeated me with little resistance, she got a peevish look on her face. "You know, you just aren't enough of a challenge anymore." she said. "What?" I asked as she let up enough on my ribs for me to speak. "I'm getting tired of stomping your ass every time. At first I thought you were very challenging, but now..." She reached down and slapped my face hard. I got mad at this and struggled for freedom. Of course, once she had me in her legs there was nothing I could do. I struggled some more and then gave up. "See what I mean?" she said. "You're pathetic." There came a knock at my door. Patti got up and covered herself. She ordered me to lay still, and I did. When Patti opened the door, Amy darted in and closed the door behind her. She was wearing her customary bikini, and her 4" spikes that raised her just past Patti's barefoot height. "What are you doing here?" asked Patti. "I'm here because you have had it too easy for far too long." she said. "My name is Amy and I'm going to destroy you, you big, fat woman." She poked Patti in her buoyant italian belly. I sat back and enjoyed the show.