My Neighbor Mr. Kelly  
by SqLover  
A co-ed wrestles an older man into submission.


It wasn't much of a house, but it wasn't the dorm. It was small and all mine.
I had a semi private back yard, the only people who could see into my backyard
were the neighbors to the north.

They were the Kelly's. Mike, the man of the house, either in his late 30's or
early 40's. Mike wasn't a big guy, probably 5'9 or so. He wasn't in shape, he
probably weighed close to 200 pounds, maybe more. His wife was older, probably
in her 40's. She was fat and out of shape too. They didn't have any children.

Mikes' wife, Ann was gone for the summer, she went overseas to see relatives.
She told me one day over the chain link fence that separated our yards. She
seemed happy to be leaving. I wondered if there was more to her story.

The Kelly's house was big. It was 3 stories high. Lots of room. Both of the
Kelly's were attorneys. Apparently very successful.

It was a Friday night, around 7PM. I had been working out at the gym and had
just gotten home a little bit ago. I decided to barbeque some chicken in the
back yard. I prepared the chicken, then took it out and put it on the grill.

"Hello." a voice said. I looked and it was Mike. He was sitting on a lawn
chair in his yard, right by the fence.

"Hi." I said. I kind of wished he wasn't there. But that's the way it goes
sometimes. Privacy is hard to come by these days.

We made small talk as I cooked my supper. Mike was telling me he wanted to get
himself back into shape and was asking me lots of questions about diet and
exercise. I noticed he kept staring at me every chance he got. Granted, I was
underdressed. Just shorts and a skimpy halter top. No bra.

My chicken was done and I cut it up into chunks and put it on a salad that I
had brought out with me. We kept talking as I ate.

"How's the chicken?" Mike asked.

"Great." I managed between forkfuls. I thought about going inside to eat, but
it was so nice outside. I had planned to eat out doors anyway.

We started talking about sports. I told him I was playing volleyball at the
college level. In high school I also played some basketball and ran track I
told him. He told me he had played a little football. That must have been a
while ago, I thought to myself as I looked at his tummy.

"Did you play any other sports?" Mike asked

Then I told him I had done some wrestling. His face turned a little red at the
mention of wrestling. I wondered if he knew I had noticed. Hmm.

"You weren't one of those girls that wrestled with the boys were you?" Mike
asked.

I told him I did. I had wrestled for about 3 weeks when I was a junior in high
school. I wrestled with 4 guys in matches at the 130 pound class. And I beat 3
of them. The 4th boy had managed to pin me when I made a mistake. I pinned 2
of the 3 that I had beat and outlasted the other on points.

"They must have been weak boys." Mike said.

"No." I said. Keeping my voice even. I didn't need to be needled by some out
of shape 40 year old. I told him about the boys I had beat. They were all top
notch. All three went on to win in big tournaments. The one that had beaten me
became a state champion.

I told him I had noticed one of the boys I had beaten crying at the end of the
match. I decided then and there to call it a day on my wrestling career and
concentrate on volleyball.

"That's more of a sport suiting girls anyway." Mike said. He kind of chuckled
to himself.

"Are you trying to get me mad Mr. Kelly?" I asked. Darn it, he was getting to
me. I always had a short fuse anyway. But I tried to settle myself down. I
didn't need to be mixing it up with my neighbor. A hot shot attorney.

"No." Mike said. "It's .. I just can't see a girl beating guys in a wrestling
match." He shook his head. "They must have let you win."

That did it. Now I was mad. "They didn't let me win. I was just better. I
would have been able to beat you easy enough. Heck, right now I could take you
easily in a match."

"There's no way." Mike replied. "I'm a man."

I bounded over the fence. Mike looked startled at how easy I jumped the fence.
One hand on top of it and simply jumping over. I bet myself he couldn't have
done it. I walked right up to him and stood directly in front of him. He had
to look up at me. I had maybe on inch or so on him. I am nearly 5'11. He
outweighed me by at least 40 pounds. These days I tipped the scales at
anywhere from 155 to 160.

That seems like a lot for a 22 year old woman, but most of my weight was solid
muscle, muscle I had built from lots of hours in the gym and playing sports.
Every time I went to the doctor's office they came in expecting to talk to me
about my weight after seeing my chart. Until they saw me.

Mike did have pretty good shoulders, but he had small legs and most of his
weight was in his stomach. He also looked slow. It was probably the extra
weight.

"What do you say Mr. Kelly." I asked as I gazed down at him. "Do you want to
put your money where your mouth is and take me on in a match?"

"Ok." Mike said. "It's your funeral."

He looked very eager to wrestle with me. I glanced down at his shorts and
noticed a bulge there. So he thinks this is going to be sexy . Hmm. He'll be
in for a surprise. I knew I was going to be a lot harder for him to handle
then he thought.

We quickly made some ground rules. Since there was no referee it was going to
be submission style wrestling. The first one with 3 submissions wins. I also
set a time limit on the match. I was supposed to meet friends around 11 PM so
if neither of us had gotten our submissions by 10 we would have to postpone
the match. No biting, hair pulling, scratching , punching or kicking allowed.
Just wrestling.

I excused myself for a second to get ready. I went in the house to get a
sports bra and tee shirt on. I came back out and Mike was standing there in
his shorts. He had taken off his shirt. He didn't look very good. His stomach
was sticking out everywhere. He had at least a 30 pound spare tire around his
middle. He looked like he had small breasts from the fat stored there. He was
a little hairy, but not much. Good. I didn't like hairy men.

"You still want to wrestle with me?" I asked incredulously.

"Why?" Mike asked. He was drinking a bottle of beer.

"Look at your stomach. You won't last 10 minutes." I owed him that for the
needling he gave me earlier. I glanced at my watch as I set it on my table.
"It is only 8:30, are you up for an hour and a half of wrestling?"

Mike's face turned red. "Just come over here and lets get started. This won't
take long. No way can some college girl beat a grown man." He set his half
empty bottle of beer on his table. A little hard for emphasis.

I eyed his tummy one more time and shook my head. Once again, I easily hurdled
the fence. I walked over to him.

"Are you ready?" I asked.

He nodded and we began circling one another. Mike already looked like he was
breaking a sweat. Then, suddenly, he lunged at me. He grabbed me by my
shoulders and threw me to the ground. I was somewhat surprised at his upper
body strength. He jumped on top of me and ground his belly into me as he tried
to pin me down by grabbing both of my arms. I struggled against his grip. He
kept me pinned down. He was still thinking old school wrestling I figured. But
there was no ref to count to three.

He kept me pinned for a couple of minutes, then I hooked my leg under his and
broke away from his grip. He was getting tired already, breathing heavy. I
used my newfound advantage to get out from under him. Now I was on top. He was
fairly strong, but weakening fast. I could feel his body shake from the effort
he had put out to keep me pinned.

He was on his side, struggling with every thing he had left. I grabbed his
left arm and pushed it to the ground, forcing him onto his back. I quickly
moved up and trapped each of his arms with my knees in a school girl pin. He
struggled fiercely beneath me, desperately trying to buck me off by pushing me
forward.

He would almost succeed, then I would get my balance and get back on. He was
weakening even more. I climbed back on after a third attempt and it didn't
seem like he had anything left. I could tell he desperately wanted me off of
him, but he lacked the strength and endurance to remove me. I was starting to
think I was going to get my first submission from a school girl pin. How
humiliating for him. I was taking him out like a bully in a school yard. Never
mind that he was a man and outweighed me by at least 35 pounds. He was badly
out of shape and the extra weight wasn't doing him any good.

Then he looked up at me with anger. He had expected a sexy little wrestling
match. A chance to rub his body up against mine. He didn't expect to be
overpowered so easily by little old me. Somewhere deep inside of him he came
up with more energy. I had thought he was already toast.

He gave a Herculean effort to buck me off again. It still almost wasn't
enough. Then I lost my balance and he managed to get back on his side. I tried
to turn him over on his back again, but couldn't budge him. So I decided to go
with a head scissors.

I moved forward a little and put my right leg on his head. I grabbed his chin
to keep him from escaping. He seemed to know what I was trying to do, but he
didn't know how to stop me. He tried to keep his head close to the ground and
was trying to grab my ankle and pull my leg away from his head. To his credit,
he try and use his other hand to try and get my hand off of his chin even if
he wasn't successful. He had also gotten to his knees, which gave him some
leverage.

Meanwhile, I was trying to pull his head up enough so I could get my left leg
underneath. Then, suddenly, he grabbed my right leg and tried to tug it off.
And he did manage to move my leg. Unfortunately for him as he yanked my leg
away he fell back onto his side. It was the opening I had been waiting for. My
left leg quickly shot underneath and my thighs rapidly closed around his head.
He was trapped.

I heard him gasp as I poured on the pressure. I felt his hands touching my
leg. One on my ankle and one on my calf, trying to tug my leg off. I turned
over a little, almost lying on my stomach. I wondered what he was thinking. I
bet he couldn't believe he was in this predicament. I wondered how he felt
about women wrestling right at this moment. I figured the pressure on his
skull had to be agonizing. I felt powerful. He gasped even more and wheezed.
His tugging had no effect.

"You better submit Mr. Kelly." I said. " I can squeeze you a lot harder than
this."

"No." Mike replied. It sounded like it was an effort to speak. " No woman is
going to beat me."

"Ok." I said. "You asked for it." And I poured it on. Everything I had. Again
he gasped initially. Then for a few seconds he was quiet. It was almost a Zen
thing. I was strangely calm. I knew he wouldn't last. I was going to make him
bend to my will through the power of my legs. The pain had to be absolutely
excruciating for him.

"Ok." He squeaked. "I give." I felt triumphant.

"What was that?" I asked sweetly.

"I give." He slapped my leg in desperation. "Please."

I didn't want to. I wanted him to feel my leg power a little longer. I wanted
to hear him beg and plead for mercy. But rules are rules and I quickly let him
go.

I rolled over and stood up. Mike stayed on the ground. He was rubbing his
neck. His face was bright red.

"Holy Shit." He exclaimed. "You are strong." He rolled his head from side to
side. "For a second there I didn't think you were going to let me go after I
submitted."

"You didn't expect this did you." I knelt beside him.

"Expect?" He asked.

"You thought you would have it easy with me. You didn't think I could get any
submissions from you."

"I didn't." Mike said. " I have to admit I wanted the physical contact. I mean
you have an incredible body and you are sexy as hell." He looked away,
embarrassed. "But you had me. If I hadn't submitted you would have either tore
my head off or knocked me out." He paused for a second. "Please don't tell
anyone about this."

"Why?" I asked. I was pleased that he thought I was sexy. I couldn't believe
the way I was feeling. Not how I had expected to feel.

"Well, I guess it wouldn't matter. If anyone laughed about it you could
probably wrestle them into submission too." Mike was still rubbing his neck.

I laughed. Mike laughed a little too. He was still in shock at getting
overpowered so easily and quickly.

"You know I've been watching you ever since you moved in. I wanted to wrestle
with you the moment I saw you." Mike said. "I am a closet mixed wrestling fan,
what lots of people call a schmoe. I have over 50 mixed wrestling videos in my
house. " He paused and resumed the head rolling, trying to get the kinks out I
figured.

"You don't have to tell me all this." I said. I hoped he would continue.

"Yes I do." Mike was adamant. "I also have a streak of machismo in me, which
doesn't work with the schmoe side very well. I have to admit I didn't think
you could beat me. Even though you are a big strong athletic girl. Oh, I've
seen lots of videos and red stories on the internet. I've read posts on
message boards about guys that have taken on session wrestlers. But I really
didn't think it was totally real. And in a lot of cases it isn't. The men want
to feel the woman's power without a competitive match like you and I just
had."

"Just before we started the match, I noticed a bulge in your pants." I said,
immediately embarrassed that I had said it. I sometimes say things too
quickly, before I think about it.

"Yes. It is very erotic and sexual for me watching a man give in to a woman's
physical power." Mike was sitting now. "But until tonight, it wasn't real. It
was playacting in front of a camera."

"Mr. Kelly..." I began

"Mike." He said, interrupting. "Please call me Mike. Heck, while you were
squeezing the ever living daylights out of me you were calling me Mr. Kelly. "

"I'm sorry. It's a matter of upbringing." I laughed. "Squeeze one's elders
into submission while calling them sir."

Mike laughed too. I looked at him. He was somewhat attractive, his big belly
aside. If he lost 30 pounds and got into shape.... I couldn't believe what I
was thinking. He was a married man.

"Mike, are we going to wrestle anymore tonight or can I go get ready to meet
my friends?" The feelings that had just hit me were very confusing.

"You proved your point and then some." Mike said. "If you wouldn't have had
mercy on me and let me go I'd still be suffering in your head scissor hold
right at this very moment." He paused and stared at my legs for a moment. "It
was unreal, there was no escape. Either I had to give in to you and submit or
the pressure would continue." Mike looked away. "I couldn't go on, your legs
are just too strong, the pressure was too intense."

"It's ok Mr. .... Mike." I corrected myself. "I can squat over 400 pounds,
you're right, my legs are very strong. You don't need to feel ashamed that you
had to submit to me."

"I'd say we are done wrestling for tonight." Mike's face turned a little red.
"I'm neither strong enough or in shape to compete with you. If we started in
again it would just end with me submitting to you again and again."

"Ok. Mike." I paused. "Remember, don't feel bad, I am in great shape. Don't
feel any shame." I turned to go back to my house.

"Can I have a rain check on the other two falls?" Mike asked.

I turned around and faced him again. "Sure." I couldn't believe my ears. I had
initially planned on not speaking to him ever again after tonight. But there
was something about him that appealed to me.

"Also, if it's ok with you I'd like the chance to see if you could keep me in
a leg jail some evening." He turned red again.

"Leg jail?" I asked. I noticed another bulge growing in his shorts.

"Keeping me in a figure four head scissors for as long as you can." Mike
looked uneasy. "Or any other kind of scissors."

I began to realize the depths of his fetish. And, unbelievably, I was turned
on thinking of him struggling to free himself from my legs. I hadn't wanted to
let him go tonight after he had submitted. I wanted to torment him.

"Mr. ..." I began and corrected myself yet again. "Mike, stuff like that isn't
really wrestling, it's sexual."

"I know and I'm sorry, I can't help myself." There was a short uncomfortable
silence.

"What about your wife?"

"That's over. We haven't told anyone, but we are splitting up, we're getting a
divorce."

I felt relief wash over me. I still couldn't believe my feelings. I had the
looks, body and youth to end up with some complete hunk of a man my own age,
but yet I was attracted to this guy. I always was attracted to older men
anyway. For a second I thought about canning my plans with my friends and
taking him up to his room and scissoring the ever living daylights out of him
for the rest of the night.

I had a feeling that was going to happen a lot this summer. But not tonight. I
needed time to think.

"Ok Mike." I said.

"You'll do it?" There was no mistaking the relief in Mike's voice. "Really,
you will?"

"I will, as long as you are telling me the truth about your divorce. I don't
mess around with married men." Now it was my turn to blush.

"Can we go upstairs now?" Mike's voice sounded tight.

"Not tonight." I said. "Tomorrow night we will do it, I have no plans. But
tonight I said I would meet my friends and I'm going to."

"Can I have an introductory squeeze. We still have time left on the clock."
Mike seemed desperate. Which turned me on. I went over to his table and looked
at his watch. It was 9:30.

I wanted to. Go into his house and make him suffer in one scissor hold after
another. But not until tomorrow. It was too soon.

"I've got to go. We'll wait until tomorrow." I said. "Fantasize about it
tonight." He started to speak, but I cut him off. "Mike, I mean it. I won't
change my mind about tomorrow. I promise. You have my word."

I turned and headed toward my house. Once again I easily jumped the fence. I
got to my door and turned and looked. Mike was still standing in his yard
staring at me. I blew him a kiss. He smiled and waved.

"Wait until tomorrow night Mike." I said. I pointed toward my legs. "Tomorrow
night these will be wrapped around you for hours." He smiled. He looked like
he didn't believe me. "Trust me." I said. I turned and went in my house and
closed the door behind me and got in the shower. Then I dressed and went out
and met my friends.

END OF PART 1