Sherry's Revenge by Kirk (EKIRKK@aol.com) Sherry avenges her loss to Kirk and really dishes out the pain. It had been about two weeks since I had wrestled Sherry and about a week and a half since I wrestled Shirley. The last time I tangled with Sherry, I was able to start strong and get a victory. Shirley, Sherry's mother, never gave me a chance to even start at all and once again thoroughly trounced me. The weekend had rolled around and my wife and I went to Joe and Shirley's to play Rook. It had been a rather physically demanding week at work for me so I was ready to relax and take it easy and no better way to do that than one of our wild card games. As usual, the teams were Shirley and my wife against Joe and myself. Once the game started going and the friendly jabbering started, we began to partake of the alcoholic beverages. I was driving so my intake was very limited, maybe one or two beers is all I would drink. Naturally Shirley would occasionally tease me about whooping my butt twice in a row. Shirley told me that Sherry, Dawn and herself had practiced holds several days since our last encounter, so taking Sherry would not be as easy as it was last time. Shirley revealed that while at my apartment one night she had found some of my mixed wrestling tapes and that is where she practiced her holds from. The tapes Shirley was talking about were mostly Joan Wise tapes with emphasis on scissors and female domination wrestling. Shirley boasted her kicking skills just came naturally. If that were true, I really hate to tangle with her after she got some kick training. Shirley said Sherry was working and would be home around 11:00 PM. I naturally boasted that Sherry didn't want anymore of this and stood up and flexed. My wife chimed in and said that we could all keep wrestling as long as no sex was involved and the results at night, our sex life, continued to be the same. Shirley grinned and said that she definitely wanted some more matches and knew Sherry wanted to. Shirley said that losing to me a couple of weeks ago had gotten to Sherry and during their practice sessions, all Sherry could think about was kicking my butt. Shirley said Sherry said she had a secret kick that she would use and that I would be useless after the first kick. I laughed that off, because Sherry had always been a big talker and we always goaded each other the entire time I've known her. At 11:00 PM, the card game was still going strong. Sherry walked in and said she had to work a banquet at the country club and everyone at the banquet must have smoked and she smelled like a big cigarette. Sherry stared at me and said with a sly smile that after she takes a shower, she will be ready for a night at the fights. Joe said something about having to go to work the next day so this would be our last hand and then he would be off to bed and leave the fighting to us. Joe worked for an industrial gas company and worked some pretty weird hours and was out of town quite a bit. Shirley chuckled and said that if I started winning, all three of them would jump on me and finish the job. I said ya'll don't have enough woman power here to do the job. With that Shirley stood up and flexed her thighs and said "oh yea." What a glorious sight to behold. I know I have mentioned it before, but Shirley is incredible and watching her flex her thighs and her bare feet started a stirring feeling in my groin. Sherry had come from the back of the house and yelled into the kitchen where we were playing cards that she was ready to fight. Sherry asked my wife to come in first. Later I found out that she asked my wife if she could wrestle in what she had on. When I walked in, I know Sherry had to notice me gawk a little. Sherry was wearing a very skimpy neon green thong bikini. Sherry's had painted her toenails on her lovely feet neon orange. More and more during these matches, I found myself becoming a foot man, especially for Sherry and Shirley. I probably could have put the whole suit in my shirt pocket. I was already in shorts and got bare footed for the contest. Sherry is 5'7" tall and weighs in the neighborhood of 125 or 130. I am 6'7" tall and weigh 260. I already learned size didn't matter once we get to the floor, especially with the leg skills of both Sherry and Shirley. I told Sherry that the only thing she would be proud of tonight was how good she looked in her bikini. Sherry had gotten some sun or worked out or something, or it may have been me just not remembering how awesome a sight she was. It could have been that she barely left anything to the imagination. Maybe that was part of her plan. Before starting we agreed to make it a two out of three match since no one had to get up early tomorrow, except Joe and he had already gone to the back of the house to go to bed. I was kinda of glad Joe went to bed because I still had some he man male pride that I was trying to hang on to and being beaten by Sherry and Shirley didn't help. I would normally go through several different mind settings during the course of our matches. One of male pride where no way am I losing to a woman, one where I was ecstatic just to touch these sexy babes and then, mostly at the end of the match when I lost, one of complete surrender. There was just no way I was going to strike these ladies with my full power, I guess it was my upbringing, maybe that's why they wanted to wrestle me so intensely. Knowing they could use full power and that I would never do anything that might jeopardize there physical wellness. But I have to admit, the submissions Sherry and Shirley have gained have been true submissions, and once there I just could not escape. Those who have felt those holds know where I coming from. Sherry and myself began to circle each other and I told her that she had better say a prayer cause she would need it. Sherry told me to stop drooling and fight. Sherry stepped in and started her right leg up. I thought it was a normal roundhouse kick to my head or side and positioned myself to receive that kick. Sherry didn't bring her leg around, instead she brought it straight up the middle and struck me just above my crotch, but it still felt like a crotch shot. I couldn't breathe and my stomach immediately went into the nauseous state. I don't believe I have ever been hit that hard in that area before. Sherry giggled and told Shirley that she told them she would have me down after the first kick. I struggled to get to my feet, but it felt much better laying on the ground. Any man that has been hit knows the pain I was feeling. Sherry asked if I wanted to give up right now, naturally I responded that one little kick wasn't going to keep me down. On my feet I could barley move. Sherry grabbed my arm and spun me around so that my back was facing her. Sherry then yelled one more time. I looked down between my legs and Sherry's lovely right foot coming up and it appeared to be in slow motion as it impacted my cock with a loud thud. I immediately went straight down and knew that I was finished. The first kick was hard but I think this one was as hard and much more effective. I just didn't want any more kicks to my groin. Sherry let me lay on the ground a little while and would walk around me putting her foot on my side or head and told me to surrender and kiss her foot to show that I give up. I told her that I did not give up and got to my hands and knees. Sherry walked around the front and presented her foot inches from my face and told me that I better give up the first round. I wanted so bad to kiss and lick that foot, but some of my pride was still in tact and I just could not give up after two kicks, granted two well placed kicks. I still felt as though someone had ripped out my stomach but still refuse to submit. Sherry stepped to the side and slammed her left foot into my stomach, she repeated the kick several times hitting my stomach and ribs. Sherry was striking with the top of her foot so the kick were rather loud sounding. These kicks I could withstand and didn't really cause any enduring pain, of course I was still feeling the groin shots and may just couldn't thing about the stomach and rib kicks. Sherry then walked to the other side and started slamming her right foot into my right side. Sherry said I needed matching red marks. All I could see was Sherry's feet and would tense when a kick was on the way. After several kicks, Sherry sat on my back and locked her hands under my chin and pulled back slightly. She leaned forward and looked down into my face with a smirk. Sherry was constantly saying that she was really going to do a number on me tonight to make up for the last time when I won. Sherry then jumped straight up and came down with all her weight on my back. The impact knocked flat onto the floor. Sherry the put her left foot on the back of my head and told me to submit or she would continue the beating. If she would have stuck her foot near my mouth, I probably would have kissed it this time. Apparently I didn't answer fast enough, Sherry moved to my right side and got down on her knees by my head. Sherry grabbed my hair and pulled my head up. Sherry then placed her left knee on my back and put her right calf under my head. Sherry then sat down, trapping my head between her right thigh and calf. I've always wondered how such velvety smooth skin can become like steel. Before Sherry put pressure into her thigh lock, her skin felt really good against my face. But that euphoric feeling would leave when Sherry would wrench my arm back and pressure my head with her thigh. Sherry then grabbed my left arm and wrenched it back into a straight arm bar. Sherry was using my arm as a balancing lever. When she would lean back, the pressure her right thigh and calf were putting on my head was incredible. Sherry then twisted my head so that she could get a better grip on the sides of my neck. Before she could get a good lean into it, I yelled my surrender. Sherry, very slowly, released my head from her thigh lock and slid into a sitting position on my back. Sherry stuck both her feet in front of my face and demandingly told me to kiss each one. I put two big french kisses on each foot. Shirley and my wife were giggling, you would think my wife kinda of liked seeing me humbled by Sherry, and Shirley for that matter. Sherry then grinded her butt into my back a few times and then stood up off of me. Sherry said she was going to give us a break of about 20 minutes before the next round would begin. We could have taken a 10 hours break and I would still not have been recovered enough to give her any competition. Sherry was really laying on the verbal abuse to me and said she would make the last fall linger as long as she wanted. Naturally I said that was the only fall she would win tonight, knowing there was no way I could back it up. Can someone say male pride. Shirley and my wife were also laying the sarcasm on real thick. I really didn't mind coming out on the losing end, but with my wife present it just felt different, it was pretty much a humiliating and humbling feeling that I would get. But being in one of Sherry's or Shirley's lingering holds with a lot of skin contact was still arousing, even though there was, for the most part, a good bit of pain associated with the hold. I must have laid on the floor for 10 minutes before getting up. I was feeling fine everywhere except my groin area. It still had that upset feeling. I felt like calling it quits for the second round but Sherry said no way was she going to let me off that easy. Sherry walked up to me and said, "what, are you afraid of little ole me." Standing beside me, Sherry just didn't look like she could be physically beating me the way she was. I believe if my wife would not have been there, I would have told her yes and left. But I told her to get ready cause she was going down. Sherry taunted and said "that's the spirit." We faced off and Sherry pointed at her feet and told me to remember what they had done to me. I really didn't mind gawking at Sherry's feet or legs, but really didn't want to feel them in the manner I was. Sherry took a step towards me and started her right leg up. I immediately protected my groin and bent down just a little. Sherry stopped her leg and jumped into me and wrapped her right arm around my head in a headlock. My bending over trying to protect from the kick made my head a perfect target for her headlock. Sherry pulled my head in tight and snug. I was still somewhat bent over and followed Sherry around the living room. I really didn't mind the headlock, it was not painful, just tight and snug. At least Sherry was not able to use her legs and feet while I was in the headlock. So I figured I would try and stay in the headlock for a while and use it to recover some more. Sherry would try and wrench down on my head, but my height advantage was making that hard for her to do. With my head forced to look down the front of Sherry's body, I wasn't going to complain. I was looking down the front of her thighs and onto her feet. It's really funny what goes through your head while being tortured by another. Sherry has a lithe tight body and her thighs were probably the best part with maybe her butt giving them a run. Sherry kept up the verbal abuse as well. I really couldn't hear much, with one ear covered by her arm and the other against her side. Sherry then twisted her body so that she put her right leg in front of my body and stuck her butt into my groin. Any other time Sherry's fine butt going into my groin would have brought immediate arousal. If Sherry didn't have the headlock, I would have collapsed just from this thought. Sherry then dropped to her left knee and pulled viciously on my head while twisting her upper body. I was flipped over her right hip onto the floor. One bad thing about having my height is trying to defend against a flip from a smaller opponent with good position is almost impossible. Sherry held onto the headlock and now was laying across my neck with my head trapped with her right arm. Sherry's right breast was a couple of inches from my mouth and actually looked rather inviting, if it were not for the pain in my groin. Sherry really didn't pull with her arm, she just kept it snug and would lean her body tighter into my neck now and then. Sherry then started commenting on how much she liked to hear me grunt and moan. Sherry said it made her feel like a conqueror. Sherry then tilted her upper body slightly and pressed her right breast into my face. Sherry was moaning a bit herself while doing this. Then the pressing became intense and I just knew I would have the lines of her bikini imprinted on my face. Sherry grabbed my right arm and put it between her thighs. When she would really pressure the headlock, she would tighten her thighs and cause my arm some pain. I tried to keep it bent at an angle that would not cause it to be in a lock out position. Sherry pulled my arm high into her thighs and tried to put it where she could pressure the elbow. The worse thing about this position was that Sherry was able to look down into my face the whole time, except when she would roll her breast onto my face and press down. With my right arm trapped in Sherry's thighs, my hand was grazing her smooth butt cheeks. After laying trapped for a while, I caught myself gently rubbing Sherry's butt cheeks and thinking how smooth they felt. Then I remembered what Sherry had said about that being a sign of surrender. I felt like I had to do something or she would keep me down all night. Sherry's smirk and constant verbal barrage was good and it was starting to get my male pride, what was left of it, going. I tried to roll to my right which was towards Sherry's legs. Sherry's whole chest came down on my face and I continued and Sherry slid off and onto our sides, with my right arm still trapped high between Sherry's thighs. Sherry suddenly twisted to the right and wrenched my right arm and I had put my elbow in the lock position and it was locked out now. Sherry released my arm and kept rolling right. I had been pulling left trying to get my arm back and ended up flat on my back. Sherry rolled up to her knees and jumped square onto my chest facing my feet. Sherry quickly grabbed my hair with her hand and pulled my head deep into her thighs in a reverse scissors. What a place to be, looking at this gorgeous butt and feeling this smooth tight skin against my face. That feeling quickly left with Sherry's first burst of thigh power. Sherry slid backwards until she was almost executing a rear facesit. Sherry's thighs were incredible, they were tan, smooth and felt like steel when Sherry would power them. Sherry then started the verbal barrage again and I knew it was only a matter of time. When Sherry pulled my head up and deep into her thighs, I was able to tuck my chin, which save my head from being wrenched backwards when Sherry started scooting back. But this now presented a different situation. With Sherry gradually easing backwards, my mouth and nose were going to be covered by her butt. Sherry stopped her slide and eased forward just a little and grunted and gave a burst of power to her head scissors. Sherry locked her arms around my right leg and I could feel her body bang mine when she would power her thighs. Sherry seemed content to just control me in the head scissors and was really not pouring the power to my head. I really can't say that I hated being in this position. I was able to feel the soft skin of Sherry's back and even rubbed her butt and thighs. I tried to push Sherry up and off of me by her hips, but she had my head locked in her thighs very securely and I was not going to be able to pry my head from her thighs. I then tried to pull her towards my feet by placing my hands on her butt cheeks and high upon her thighs. This also failed, and with my pulling, it opened her butt and thighs that when I released my effort, my head was even more securely trapped than before. We played this tug and shift game with my hands and her thighs for several minutes and I knew that I was not going to get out of Sherry's head scissors. To make matters worse, my nose was grazing Sherry's gorgeous backside. If I still did not have the pain in my groin from the earlier kicks, I would have probably been hard by now. Sherry told Shirley and my wife that she was getting thirsty kicking my butt. Shirley went to the kitchen and came back and told them that they had run out of wine coolers. Shirley and my wife then said they were going to the store to get some more wine coolers. Sherry told them she should be through with the butt kicking by then. I heard the door open and Shirley told Sherry not to hurt me too bad and then they left for the store. Sherry then started grinding her hips into my chest all the while still trapping my head in her thighs. When Sherry would rotate her hips around and down, I thought my nose was going to disappear into her butt cheeks. Sherry asked me to surrender to her and she would release me. Sherry asked this with both of us knowing I would say no and did say no. Sherry kept the grinding up and she also started moaning a little. I don't know if it was from the effort she was using or if this was getting her aroused. Sherry relaxed the pressure in her thighs but kept them next to my head. Even with Sherry basically releasing the scissor hold, I did not try to escape. I was enjoying the feeling of Sherry's thighs on my face and the sides of my neck. Plus you could not beat the view, a perfect butt just inches from my face in a thong. Sherry slid back until my chin made contact with her pussy. Sherry's grinding then became more vigorous and Sherry's moan became louder. Sherry was still laying on top of my body and even though I still felt pain in my groin, my cock was beginning to stir. Sherry had turned her head to the right and then she layed her head on my cock, which made it grow hard very quickly. Sherry said she always is pleased with herself when she knows that she can kick my butt and still make my cock hard. Sherry said she was beginning to enjoy our matches a lot and that we would continue as long as my wife permitted them. I was definitely in no position to disagree and would not have anyway. I know it's bad or whatever, but I was beginning to enjoy being beaten and dominated by Sherry. Sherry continued with the grinding of her hips and then she reached around with her right hand and grabbed my hair and pulled my head down to the floor. Sherry then sat up and guided my head into her butt. My nose was positioned at her ass and my mouth at her pussy. Sherry then pulled her thong to the side and started grinding on my face. Sherry's moans became louder and I didn't have to wait to be told what to do. I started licking and licked her entire pussy and ass for all I was worth. Sherry's grinding became very vigorous, almost to the point of vicious, and I was able to stick my mouth out from her pussy every now and then for some much needed air. Sherry then sat down real hard and grabbed my chest with her hands. I felt Sherry's juices flow all over my face. After the orgasm had subsided, Sherry stood up and grabbed a towel from the couch and told me to wipe my face. Sherry told me not to say a word about the facesit, that it would be our little secret. I told her that my wife and watched the facesit inn our first match and had not objected. Sherry said she remembered, but still she felt kinda bad having a facesitting orgasm on her cousin's fiancee's face. Sherry told me she really loved dominating me in this way, especially since I was so physically bigger than she was. Sherry told me she could tell I liked being dominated by the way I would gently stroke her thighs and butt when I realized escape from her head scissors was impossible. Sherry then wiped herself with the towel and we heard Shirley and my wife returning from the store. Sherry then stood up and stood over me. She told me to lay back down. Sherry then put her gorgeous left foot to my lips and told me to kiss and lick her foot. I immediately went to work, kissing, licking and sucking each toe. Sherry then presented her right foot and told me to do this one too. While I was kissing, licking and sucking her right foot, Shirley and my wife walked in. Shirley commented that they were going to turn me into a foot lover before too much longer. Sherry went and changed clothes and we sat around and talked a little while longer. My wife asked Sherry and Shirley not to hit me in the groin on purpose that hard anymore, I seconded the motion. They agreed and said they would not do it intentionally again. I hurt for two days from Sherry's kicks. To this day, I don't believe I have been hit that hard in the groin. I knew I wanted to wrestle Sherry again, but was fighting with the feeling of making her submit to me or her kicking my butt and making me like it. I still felt a little humiliated about being beaten by women much smaller than me in front of my wife to be. She was also becoming aware of my submissive streak that was starting to emerge. It would be two and a half weeks before we wrestled again, but this time it was both Shirley and Sherry against me. It doesn't even sound fair does it. I received an email saying they could not believe the stories I've written so far are true given the size differences. I know now that I enjoy being beaten by a woman. These women were very good friends and still are, and I would have never done anything to harm them in the least but yet they were able to go full tilt, which enabled them to get the upper hand very quickly and most of the time, once secured in their holds, escape would have been non-existent to minimal. I thing that is why they enjoyed our matches so much, knowing that I would give them, most of the time, a good tough match but once they secured the upper hand convincingly, I would surrender and submit. My situation with Sherry. Shirley and Dawn and my wife's sister in law just happen to be good timing mixed with some good planning and nurturing of the wrestling and domination theme. Until next time.