Sherry's Overconfidence Costs Her by Kirk (EKIRKK@aol.com) Sherry's overconfidence allows Kirk to take advantage and get a victory. It has been a couple of weeks since I had been beaten by Sherry and a little over a week since I lost to her mother, Shirley. During those first two encounters, I learned that I would have a much better chance of besting Sherry, since she is more aggressive than Shirley and takes more chances and does gloat a lot more than her mother, Shirley. I saw Sherry almost everyday since that match and she did not let me forget who won and always commented she could do it anytime she wanted to. The fact that she had beaten me was bad enough, but she really destroyed me and I never was even competitive. My wife, Sherry, Sherry's friend Dawn, Shirley, Joe and myself along with several other friends went to the lake for a day of fun and sun. I thought in the back of my mind that if I could goad Sherry into skiing and a lot of swimming, I would turn the tables on her and challenge her tonight to another match at our card game. Sherry did not disappoint and did a good bit of skiing and swimming and I took it easy. I thought this was real funny and kinda of sad, a 6'7" 260 lb man hoping that a 5'7" 125 lb female would wear herself out so that I would have a chance and beating her in a wrestling match, but turnabout is fair play. Later that night we gathered at my apartment and Shirley, Joe, my wife and myself started our Rook game. I asked if Sherry was going to come by and Shirley said she had planned on coming by after her and Dawn went out to eat. The plan was coming together I thought. I did not indulge in the beer like I did the day Sherry stomped me, but I did have a few. Around 9:30 PM, Sherry arrived at my apartment along with Dawn. Sherry was complaining she was tired. I goaded her into a conversation about our last match and she was quick to point out that not only did she kick my butt, that she had knocked me out and then sat on my face. That was totally embarrassing since I didn't know Dawn and Sherry described the match with such gusto that it did bring back that humiliating moment. Sherry is very feisty and aggressive, so it was hard to goad her into another match tonight. Sherry was dressed in very tight jeans and a white blouse, so my wife loaned her a snake print one piece bathing suit to wrestle in. I changed into shorts and we were both barefooted. We agreed to start the match both standing up, due to the fact that when I started on my knees, Sherry used her powerful legs to kick me into the ground. We both feinted here and there and then Sherry lunged for me. I sidestepped and grabbed her in a side headlock. I held her secure, but I just could not bring myself to really bear down on Sherry's head. But just being in control was a change from our last match. Since I was a foot taller than Sherry, I started leaning into her and forced her onto a knee. Then she started trying to go to the floor. I did not want to go down to the floor where Sherry could bring her legs into play. Plus there is some truth to the saying that everyone is the same height once they are on the mat. I couldn't help but goad Sherry a little because she was unable to get out of the headlock. Even without me bearing down, the hold was starting to take effect on Sherry. She had almost stopped struggling to get free and was going with the hold. I let her head free and she rolled onto her back and kicked her legs up. I immediately grabbed her right leg and locked in between my arms and sat down with her leg between mine and leaned back. I was stretching her right leg out and also squeezing it at the same time. I remembered how Sherry had incapacitated my arms in the first match in similar fashion, so I was trying to take away one of her legs. I don't Sherry had recovered from the headlock, because several seconds passed before she started struggling. Sherry tried rolling from side to side and pulling her leg free. I had her right leg locked deep and tight and I was not letting go. Sherry's struggles were beginning to fade. Sherry looked at me and had a twinkle in her eye and naturally I smirked back because I had the upper hand and I was going to ride this. Sherry all of a sudden lifted her left leg high into the air and slammed in down into my stomach. Sherry then grinded her foot into my stomach. This caused some pain but I was ready for it and withstood it pretty well. I have to admit, the site of Sherry's leg and foot crashing into my stomach was arousing, probably a little more this time since I was in control. Sherry then put her left foot against my throat and tried pushing me back off her right leg. I tried to keep my head back and was able to ease the pressure she was able to exert on my throat. Sherry then tried to roll onto her right side and roll me onto my left side. We were at about forty degrees and I was resting on my left elbow, still clutching her right leg with my legs and arms. Sherry then brought her left leg back and lashed a kick towards my back. I was not expecting this and Sherry's left slammed into my kidney area. I felt a very sharp pain run through my body. I momentarily lost power to my legs and Sherry was able to pull her right leg free. Sherry tried to stand and was wobbling. Sherry said her leg felt like it had no strength in it. It had worked. I lunged for Sherry and grabbed her legs and took her to the floor. I could really fell the strength that had gone from Sherry and knew that I was going to redeem myself, at least against Sherry. Naturally all the women were hollering for Sherry to get going and take me down. I rolled on top of Sherry into a cross body pin and intended to lay here until she gave. I scissored her left arm between my legs and stretched her right arm out with my arms. Sherry shot her legs up trying to catch me but was unable to maneuver them into a position to catch my head. Sherry just laid there, I think she was trying to figure out what to do. I was telling Sherry to give up and end the agony or I would do this all night. I was in the driver's seat and was milking it for all it was worth. Then I felt Sherry's arm start massaging my groin area while I had it locked in a scissor. I did not have the scissor on her arm real tight, just enough to control Sherry's left arm. I looked at Sherry and she had a big smile across her face. There was no way I could keep from it and very shortly had a rock hard erection. From the position in which we were laying, no one else in the room saw what was happening. I tried to concentrate on what was happening, but what can I say, I'm a man and Sherry was really working my cock now, almost to the point I thought I was fixin to come. I released her left arm and gripped it with my right hand and gripped her right arm with my left hand. To do this, I had to slide my upper body across Sherry with my head positioned near her right bicep. Sherry started telling me I couldn't take it and why I took her arm out from between my legs. I was very aroused and no one in the room knew why except Sherry and myself. I looked at Sherry and she started grinning again and I thought what is she grinning for, I am in control, at least in the wrestling department. Sherry then shot her right leg up and around my head and swung her left leg up to meet her right leg securing my head into a head scissors. Sherry was leaning on her left side with her left leg under my head and her right leg across my throat. Now after having my cock massaged to the point of exploding, now she wrapped her tan, smooth and tight thighs around my head. I just layed there a few seconds basking in the arousal feeling of her legs. I then snapped out of it and started twisting to my right. Sherry was just unable to hold me with her right leg and I was able to roll out of the head scissor before she was able to lock it down or exert any real pressure. When I rolled up, I grabbed Sherry's right leg and twisted it which rolled Sherry onto her stomach. I bent her right leg double and sat on her butt and executed a half boston crab like hold. I then grabbed her foot and pulled it into her butt. I also scooted up on her back. Sherry struggled a few minutes and then just laid there, this time I think she knew it was inevitable. I wanted to keep this hold a little while because Sherry's feet are as soft as her legs and I was massaging the foot I had, but it appeared to everyone else that I was securing my hold. I never really considered myself a foot man until I wrestled Sherry and her mother, Shirley. I told Sherry we could stay like this all night. After a few minutes, Sherry said uncle. I really hadn't thought of anything to humiliate Sherry like she had done to me in the first match. Actually I kinda wanted her to finish what she had started during the cross body pin. I just told her that she owed me a massage for losing. Sherry agreed and said just let her know when. Sherry looked great, even in defeat and now I could hold my head up, at least around her. I told Shirley she was next on my get even list. Shirley said not tonight but that we would definitely wrestle again. Sherry then chimed in and said she also wanted to wrestle again. Sherry's friend, Dawn, who had actually helped Sherry practice holds for our first match, asked my wife if she could wrestle me sometime. My wife said yea, but at a later date because everyone was tired from the days activities and it was getting late. I knew that was going to be a hard match because Dawn was a little shorter than Sherry but looked a little heavier. She looked like a slightly smaller scaled down fitness competitor. We sat around a little longer and talked about the match. The key was that I never let Sherry get started and took away one her legs in the lockout hold. Sherry was never able to recover and when she got me into her head scissors, her right leg was unable to power me out or keep the scissor hold. Once again that night, my wife and me had great sex. I think I was just starting to discover that this was very erotic for me. I really didn't mind losing the last two matches, but pride prevented me from just rolling over for Sherry. Stay tuned for some of my other encounters.