Sherry re-educates Kirk
by EKIRKK@aol.com



A little recap on the situation first. Sherry is my wife’s cousin that I had
wrestled before my wife and I were married and have wrestled only once or
twice since. Sherry moved off to Alabama with my wife’s Aunt Shirley and Uncle
Joe. Sherry had come into town to visit family and as a little getaway from
Alabama. Usually on Sherry’s and Shirley’s trips home, all we do is sit around
and talk about old times and sometimes about our wrestling adventures. Sherry
came by our house on a Saturday night around 7:00 PM looking for my wife to
shoot the breeze with. I had worked all day and had just got out of the shower
when she arrived. The kids went into backyard and jumped into the pool. Not a
big job, just a 15 foot by 3 foot above ground While they were out swimming,
Sherry and myself started talking about everything in general. Sherry was
wearing a white tank top, blue jean short shorts, and sandals. Sherry still
looked very good and commented that having kids were causing her body to go a
little smooth. She didn’t look as taut as she did when we were wrestling on a
regular basis. I told her that she was probably a lot weaker too, since she
didn’t have me to wrestle and keep her on her toes. Sherry smirked and told me
that she hadn’t lost all her strength and asked me if I would like to find out
the hard way. Now I remembered some of our matches and how painful they were,
but how can I turn down guests while they are in town. Sherry said she hasn’t
wrestled in a while and will probably be rusty. I replied that I wouldn’t show
her any mercy tonight. We checked on the kids one more time and told the older
ones to watch the younger ones. We then moved the furniture back and made room
for our encounter. Sherry slipped out of her sandals and wriggled her toes
back and forth. Boy, she still had beautiful feet and they were just as tan as
the rest of her body. Sherry said she was going to make this quick and
painful. She still knew how to talk the talk. Sherry reminds me of Marie from
Grappling Girls, just a little heavier. I asked Sherry if we were going to
have any rules or if this was going to be no holds barred. It usually didn’t
matter what the rules were anyway cause Sherry usually went no holds barred
anyway, especially when she was going for the kill. Sherry walked over to me
and put her hands on my shoulders and said we can do everything except this.
When she uttered the words except this, I felt an intense sharp pain in my
midsection and looked down to see her knee being withdrawn from my stomach.
Sherry had deceptively used her blue eyes to distract me before shooting a
knee into my stomach. Sherry was very good at using trickery to get the
advantage and usually it worked on me. Sherry giggled and said, "you fall for
the eye to eye look every time." I knew she was right and was in no condition
to say much. I bent over holding my stomach with both hands. Sherry grabbed my
hair with her right hand and my chin with her left hand. She picked my head up
and with me being bent over, we were face to face. I am almost a foot taller
than Sherry and at least a hundred pounds heavier. Sherry started to twist my
head by pulling with her right hand and pushing with her left hand. I brought
my hands up and grabbed her hands, what a foolish move. Sherry shot her left
knee up into my stomach just above my belly button. The force of her knee
brought up my tip toes. Sherry let go of my head and I fell to my knees
holding my aching stomach. Sherry grabbed my hair and pulled my face up so she
could gloatingly look into my eyes. Sherry reminded me that I questioned
whether she was as strong as she used to be. I grunted out that two lucky
shots didn’t prove anything. Sherry then pulled my head forward causing me to
end up on my hands and knees. A very bad position to be in considering
Sherry’s leg skills. Sherry stepped across my face and shot her right foot
into my left ribs. It sounded like she had shot me. The loud pop scared me
more than the actual impact. I kinda buckled from her foot and started to roll
to the right to create more distance from Sherry. Sherry had reloaded and sent
her right foot again into my rib cage. Sherry’s foot hit when I was rolling,
so the impact was diminished some what. When I completed my roll, I expected
Sherry to be on top of me trying to finish it quickly like she had bragged she
was going to do. I came to a crouched position facing Sherry. She was standing
there with her hands on her hips smiling real big. Sherry smirked that she had
changed her mind and was going to make this long and painful instead of short
and painful. Sherry said she forgot how much fun she had whipping my butt. I
still had a very empty feeling in my stomach and went to one knee. Sherry
stepped forward and I put out my right arm to keep her at least at arm’s
length while I tried to rise to my feet. Sherry grabbed my right hand with
both of her hands and swung her left leg up. I thought she was fixing to kick
me so I ducked my head down. Sherry swung her left leg over my right arm and
pulled up on my hand. Sherry had secured my right arm in a standing scissor
arm bar combination. Sherry pulled on my arm sharply causing the right side of
my face to come right up against her butt. I put my left hand on the back of
her left leg for support, she still had very soft skin also. Sherry jerked me
forward a little causing me to put my left arm on the floor for support. Not a
bad position to be in except that she was really twisting on my arm. I was on
my knees and was using my left arm to support my upper body and had absolutely
no leverage in this position. Sherry then grabbed my right wrist and bent it
backwards, like I wasn’t immobilized enough. I had seen this hold applied on
the Internet before and really didn’t think it was very good until now. Sherry
spread her legs just a little and she had very good balance while I was using
my only free arm to keep from falling onto the floor on my face. Sherry
started moving her butt down, closer and closer to the floor, which was
forcing my shoulder to also go down lower and lower. At least the pain in my
stomach wasn’t as noticeable any more with the pain Sherry was creating in my
right shoulder and wrist. Sherry was bending her legs at her knees and also
spreading them out a little more really cranking down on my shoulder. I tried
to twist my body and shoot my head and upper body between her legs to relieve
the shoulder pressure. Sherry stepped towards my legs which kept my head on
the back of her left leg and left butt cheek. Every time I tried to move or
twist, Sherry would bring her legs closer together and really crank on my
right arm. Sherry was gyrating her hips while really twisting my arm and
slapping the side of my face with her butt and the back of her left thigh.
Sherry was really starting to gloat and stood up tall for a few seconds which
allowed me to bring my knees up under me and I was able to lift my left arm
off the floor. I rolled to my left by dipping my left shoulder and diving hard
that way and twisting at the same time. Sherry fell backwards over me and
released my right arm. Sherry ended up on her back with me lying crossways
under her legs. I grabbed her left leg and tucked it underneath her and pushed
down on her left knee with my left hand to try and keep her down for a minute.
Sherry shot her right foot into the left side of my head with a
semi-roundhouse kick. Even though it was usually painful, I really loved
watching Sherry and Shirley, her mother, using their kicks. Shirley probably
has better technique and a little more power, but Sherry is exceptionally
fast. I think there is a saying that speed kills, that works for a lot of
stuff. The force of Sherry’s kick knocked my head back. I was still trying to
keep her left leg tucked and Sherry’s right foot connected flush with my left
cheek sending me onto my back. I tried to roll away and rolled to my left away
from Sherry. Sherry put her right foot in my back and pushed me further away.
Sherry stood up rubbing her left knee. I stood up not knowing what to rub
first, my still aching stomach or right shoulder and arm. Sherry told me I was
going to pay for bending her leg. I asked her if she has had enough. Sherry
laughed and said my pain was only beginning. Sherry flexed her legs as she was
rubbing them and now the muscles were a lot more noticeable. As a matter of
fact, her legs looked just like her mother’s now, and Shirley’s were real
powerful. I was finally getting feeling back in my right hand and we moved
towards each other. Sherry would step like she was going to kick then laugh at
me flinching from it. She would even pick her foot up and dangle it and laugh
at me. Sherry tauntingly said that I would be kissing her feet before the
match is finished. I told Sherry she would be kissing my butt in just a few
minutes. I jumped at Sherry and was able to get her in a headlock with my left
arm. I am a right handed person and my right arm is usually my stronger arm
but Sherry’s arm bar hold had weakened it. I am almost a foot taller than
Sherry, so we were both standing straight up and her head was in a perfect
position for the headlock. I was asking Sherry how she felt now and she was
telling me that this was just luck and it would soon change. I was trying to
maneuver Sherry for a hip toss to the ground, but with our differences in
height my hips were just a little to high on Sherry. I started spreading my
legs to lower my center of balance and Sherry and myself looked like we were
doing a circle dance trying to both keep our balance. With me spreading my
legs to lower my center of gravity for a hip toss, that opened the door for
Sherry. Sherry shot her right knee up between my legs from behind. The knee
wasn’t very powerful, but it caught me right on the bottom of my sac and was
enough for me to free her from the headlock. Sherry then stepped closer and
sent her left knee into my stomach. I immediately dropped to one knee and
Sherry stepped back and shot her right foot to the back of my head. I went
dizzy for just a second and fell face first to the floor. Apparently the
headlock had taken something out of Sherry, because I expected her to jump on
my back. I arose to my knees and Sherry was standing on my left side. I never
saw it coming, Sherry had brought a right roundhouse kick that slammed into
the middle of my back. I have a little protection there and it sounded a lot
worse than it was. The kick did make me straighten up while still on my knees.
Sherry then grabbed my hair with both hands and pulled viciously toward my
back. I was having to hold myself up with my hands while trying to unfold my
legs out from under me. Sherry took this opportunity and slapped the side of
my head twice. Sherry then punched me hard in the chest adding to my dilemma
and I ended up flat on my back with Sherry standing at my head looking towards
my feet. Sherry then bent down and grabbed two handfuls of my hair and pulled
me up into a seated position. Sherry then cupped her hands under my chin and
kneeled behind me in a chin lock. Sherry dug her left knee into my back while
pulling back on my chin. I would much rather be in a hold of Sherry’s than
being kicked by her so this was like a rest period for me, although she was
really digging her knee in. Sherry let up on the pressure and then violently
jerked my head backwards and right between her thighs in a classic scissors
hold. Sherry grabbed my hair and pulled my head up so she could really secure
her thighs. Sherry’s skin was very soft against my face and I could really
feel those thigh muscles starting to power the squeezes. This was not working
out to well, Sherry said she had not wrestled in a while and was dominating me
almost from start to now. I started to slowly rub on Sherry’s thighs and
Sherry would flex them hard and relax and kept this up for a few minutes. When
I would try and formulate some type of escape, Sherry would really crank the
power to her thighs and my escape attempt would immediately cease. Sherry was
talking to me but I could not make out what she was saying. Sherry would relax
the pressure just enough so that her calves would lay across my stomach and
her beautiful feet would be in my groin. Sherry then started gyrating her hips
up and down while maintaining moderate pressure. On the up part, it felt like
my head was going to be separated from my shoulders. I just laid my hands on
Sherry’s thighs and resigned myself to the fact that Sherry could knock me
whenever she wanted. I think Sherry figured this out also, cause she just kept
enough pressure in her thighs that would not allow me to escape but kept me
very controlled. Sherry then loosened her gripping thighs just enough to pull
my head up a little higher into her thighs. Sherry told me to pat her thigh if
I could hear her. I signaled that I could. Sherry told me that by the bulge in
my groin, she could see that I still enjoyed getting my ass kicked by her. Of
course, Sherry rubbing her beautiful feet on my groin didn’t help me hide it
much. Sherry told me that she missed it too and was going to try and make this
a regular stop on her visits home. Sherry then told me to get ready to go nite
nite. Sherry made a small grunting noise and her thighs exploded. The last
sight I saw was her red toe nailed painted feet locked in front of me. I awoke
with Sherry standing over me with a big grin on her face. Sherry then stuck
her right foot on my mouth and told me to thank her properly for the ass
kicking I just got. I opened my mouth and sucked on her toes for all I was
worth. Sherry said that feels good and was remembering how much she enjoyed
conquering me. We heard the kids making their way in the back of the house and
Sherry said we would have to do this again when we had more time so I could
spend more time worshiping her feet. Sherry said Shirley and herself were
wondering if I still liked wrestling and she guess this answers that. Sherry
said that she would have to tell Shirley to make plans to stop by on their
next visit. I don’t know if I should be happy or not, wrestling them is so
invigorating but also very painful sometimes.