Stephanie the Wrestling Princess
by groats
A mixed wrestling challenge proves to be very one-sided

 
The fight promise to be a male triumph over a younger smaller girl. how
could it be otherwise such was the discrepancy in height and weight that
the poor girl was sure to be consigned to an humiliating defeat. I had no
doubt that I could give Stephanie a beating that it would take two
lifetimes to forget and I was looking forward to it seeing she had
doubted not only my obvious superiority over her but also that of the
male sex over the female She had had the audacity to challenge me to a
fight on the preceeding day when I had ribbed her on the bus that by
chance we were both on. Stepanie had been alluringly clad in skin tight
jeans and glamorous top both of which served to accentuate her breasts
and wondrous legs and i had like cat to catnip been drawn to her and
began a converstion which somehow ended in a disagreement about the
relative merits of the sexes asnd to my astonishment Stephanie had
proposed that we fought about it the next day with the winner proving as
she said "her point". So it was that the next day we were squaring up to
each other in this grotesque mis-match.

And a grotesque mis-match was what ensued as Stephanie and I clahed in a
battle of the sexes to the end. i made the first assault but Stephanie
blocked me and the battle failed to catch light. Again I advanced on the
petite yung girl and went to punch her in the stomach, Stephanie parried
the blow and while my concentration wandered a touch it was she who
followed up with a firm blow to my jaw and I staggerd back a couple of
steps, Stephanie hung back and smiled at me, but I recoverd and advanced
on her with murderous intent, however I was stunned to receive a series
of hard blows to my stomach and face. Stephanie was lightning fast and
ver clever with it, in some confusion at the unexpected turn of events i
attempted to cover up and go into a protective shell, but the girl was
too quick and too strong and under a hail of feminine blows I was forced
to drop to the ground, but there waws to be no respite and Stepahnie
followed up by jumping on my prostrate body and straddling me in an
immaculate schoolgirl press. the nubile brunette was smiling to herself
and looking inordianately pleased with the way events were panning out
and roughly rode down my efforts and gaining my freedom, indeed she was
tieing her hair back as i struggled such was the facility with which she
could keep me in this degrading position. % minutes elapsed as my
increasingly frantic efforts to reverse the tide of the battle became
increasingly pathetic as Stephanie found it easier and easier to subdue
me, tiring rapidly and becoming alarmingly aware of my helplessness
against the girl I was ruing the fact that i had accepted her challenge I
should have ignored her and carried on in my illusion of male supremacy.
finally i wriggled free but again it was only brief respite and Stephanie
quickly regained the initiative with a reverse pin. Unable to breathe my
male resistance was being crushed by a very female bottom.  Stephanie
sensed that victory was hers whenever and however she chose, she raised
and lowered her bottom on my captive face expelling the last air and male
chuvanism at the same time and it was not long efore I had to capitulate
to the young beauty. Stephanie revelled in her complete subjugation of
her male foe and I, for my part, was embarrassed and humiliated by the
eaqse with which the girl had trounced me, but  I was hungry for revenge
and when Steophanie was standing astride me and gloating at my plight i
tackled her and brought her to the floor and attempted to strong-arm her
to the ground, but i overlooked her long lascivious legs and suddenly
found myself locked up in a viscous heasdscissor. Stepahnie's shapely
thighs tightened around my neck and again i was gasping for breath, with
my mouth immediately ajacent to her female crotch I was again at her
mercy, how humiliating and she exaggeratede my plight by lifting her
skirt so that she could stare down into my terrified face and cooly point
out that I was at theb mercy of the supposedly weaker sex's thighs.

What had I got myself into i had no idea that I was fighting a wrestling
princess itself an unusual experience but the utter defeat of the male by
a very attractive female was surely unheatd of and i had proved no match
to the athleticism and power of the woman, she was plainly stronger and
superior to me and i was now paying the price for my makle arrogance as i
was compelld to bring her to orgasm with my tongue and the symbolic
humiliation was unmistakeable as her female juices flowed over my male
face. Stephanie was marvellously dominant and stuck her knickers into my
mouth before gagging me and tied my head to her feet so that when she
moved my head was dragged along at her feet. Eventually she removed the
gag and knickers, untied me and stood dominantly and frighteningly
astride me aqnd ordered me to clean her feet, tearful and beaten as I was
i did my best to obey her imperious command, even though my mouth was dry
as a bone from the saliva being absorbed by her knickers, but it did not
satisfy my conqueress and she thrashed me for my impertinence in not
doing as she had bade. then laughing she said that she assumed i was now
aware of the relative positions of each of us and said that for the
moment she would let me go, oh what bliss and I fell to her feet and
kissing them over and over again thanked her for her clemency. There was
no doubt Stephanie was the mistress and I was the slave but as i
attempted to stutter out to her it was an honour for me to be her slave.