This is the first time I have told this story, after four decades. Why I choose to disclose it now, I don’t quite know. Why I choose to write it rather than tell it to anyone is easier to answer: although no crime was committed, and no lasting harm was done to anyone (even me), it was personally shameful – obviously to me, but less obviously to the other party.

For this reason, the names I give are false. I would normally have no qualms about embarrassing the other person – whom I still believe was more at fault – but I understand that if I were to use her real name, the event could be traced to me as well. Therefore I will refer to her as Shelly, and myself as Greg.

We were students at X University, and it was the summer term of the first year, which would have made us both nineteen. After the incident I was given an immediate transfer to Y University, and able to continue my studies with no questions asked. Both universities cited "personal reasons" for the transfer, which was true enough. The only condition X University made for releasing me was that Shelly and I must pay for the tennis court net to be replaced. She didn’t agree, so I paid her share as well, just to be able to get away.

I fancied Shelly like mad. She was extremely pretty and had a fabulous figure. True, she was a terrible flirt, and older men warned me to be careful. But at nineteen, you see shapely legs, narrow waist, full breasts and round buttocks; and devil a thought do you give to any (lack of) morals or kindness she might have. 

One day, the conversation turned to tennis. I was quite a good player, and it turned out she liked a game too. At last, here was a chance to get her to myself! We arranged to have a game in the university’s court in a few days’ time, and I couldn’t sleep for thinking about it beforehand.

You should have seen her! She wore the skimpiest of outfits, that vaguely suggested tennis, but shouted seduction. The leotard just about covered up what it was intended to do, while accentuating her shapes and proportions. And she would keep bending down to fiddle with things like shoe straps, exaggerating her movements so that her bottom swayed and swung bewitchingly. I still don’t know if she meant to put me off my game, or if she just liked teasing men.

If it was done to distract me, she needn’t have bothered, because she was a better player than I was anyway. She was surprisingly strong, which oddly I found just as stimulating as her teasing. She served first, and opened the game with a stinger of a delivery that landed beyond my reach. I retreated a few paces, so she sent the next one over short. I got to it and spooned it back over the net; but she belted it into my court, and I had no chance to respond.

When it was my turn to serve, I restored a bit of pride, but she made me work for it. She contested every point, jumping to get anything high and running for anything wide. When she got to the ball, she would send it back to me like a rocket. I found myself thinking about her strength, wondering what it must be like to experience sexually, and suspecting that she liked to dominate. Then I’d miss the ball.

After my respectable round of serving, it all went downhill for me. She had me panting, gasping and sweating, which she found hilarious. To make matters worse a group of her friends, all girls, turned up to watch the last few minutes outside the court. Naturally they all cheered her on, and one of them came up with a term like "groggy Greg" to refer to my real name. Oh, what a hoot! That was so funny, they all declared.

As you can tell, it put me in a bad mood. To make matters worse, when Shelly had one point left to win the match, I slid on the grass. I went down, to laughter and cheers from her friends, and her victory shot landed next to me. She rested her hands on the net and looked down at me (giving me a fine glimpse of her deep cleavage), unable quite to hide the smirk on her face, as she said:

"I hope it wasn’t too humiliating for you to get beaten by a girl."

To this day I regret my response. I flung my racquet at her. I don’t think it hurt her, but that’s not the point. She vaulted over the net, a picture of fury, and launched herself at me before I had managed to get up.

She grabbed my shirt with one hand, while the other she clenched into a fist, which thundered into my jaw. After seeing the way she played tennis, it was no surprise that she hit hard, and my jaw throbbed and stung. Then she hauled me up to my knees, ripped my shirt off me, and – to roars of delight from the girls – tugged my shorts off for good measure.

It has always excited me when a woman takes the initiative. As I’ve already said, her dominance at tennis was arousing enough; but what with her leaping over the net, punching me, and then tearing my clothes off, I had an erection. She pointed at it while I stood up, and declared loudly for her friends to hear:

"I thought you were perving over me, and I was right, wasn’t I? You’re a dirty little boy who hasn’t grown up yet! You’re also a coward who’s scared of fighting a girl, so you throw things at her instead!"

"Hit him again, Shelly!" one of her friends shouted, and she smiled for the first time since the game. She looked at me and murmured quietly, so her friends wouldn’t hear:

"All in good time. Your serve, I think."

Well, I’d got myself into a dreadful situation, hadn’t I? What was I to do? If I backed down, I’d be the coward who was scared of a girl, that Shelly had described. But if I hit her, what would I be then? Exactly. She could see me weighing it up, so she added helpfully:

"Jane wants me to hit you again. Oh, I’m going to do that, don’t you worry! I’m going to blacken at least one of your eyes, and bruise the rest of your face so badly you’ll be ashamed to look in the mirror. So you might as well take a shot at me now – if you can!"

I lunged with my right; but her fists were up immediately, knocking my arm off course. I stumbled, and she slammed her right fist hard into my kidney. I instinctively reached for the pain - and saw too late a fist coming at my face. That was the black eye taken care of!

I staggered to stop myself from falling; she moved in close, and brought a knee up hard into my balls, at which her friends whooped and cheered. Red hot pain seared my body. I felt sick and dizzy. Then up came her other knee, smacking nauseatingly into my already wounded balls. But through eyes blurred with tears, I could just make out a fist swinging upwards. It caught me plumb under the chin. My teeth clanged together, my feet left the ground, and I landed with a jarring thud on my back.

"Lovely!" shouted a girl’s voice.

"Wish I had a camera!" called out another (luckily there were no mobile phones in those days).

"Get up, you wimp!" yelled a third.

Despite my best efforts, I couldn’t help shedding tears. Shelly stood above me, mocking, and telling me how she’d already given me a black eye, kneed me in the balls, and "decked" me. But she was keen to start fighting again. She stood over me, fists clenched, and goading me to get up.

Impatient to get going again, she seized one of my arms (I can’t remember which) and grabbed my balls with her free hand. Then she hauled me to my knees and dragged me about on the grass, like a dog on a lead, before her fist came down like a club on the arm at its socket. It was useless to me for the next 24 hours. 

As soon as she got me to my feet, she was back at me with her fists, first one and then the other, dead straight if I remember rightly. She fought in the same way that she played tennis: sensing an opportunity, anticipating my moves, and striking before I had recovered – hard; very hard.

I must have been retreating, because I felt something against my back. It was the mesh of the enclosure. More people had gathered to watch the "fun", because I heard male voices as well as the familiar ones of Shelly’s friends. I remember one pointing out that I had an imprint of the mesh on my back and laughing.

The enclosure absorbed me before throwing me back again, and sure enough she was waiting for me. It’s strange the things you remember, and in my dreamy state I thought "That’s her left fist. It won’t be as bad." Whatever, it had me back where I had been, and the mesh rattled and echoed as I bounced into it. She didn’t wait for it to spring me back this time, but caught me another one under the chin. The back of my head bounced against the mesh, rather like the tennis ball had done against the racquets a matter of happier minutes earlier.

Bang! Her fist homed round in a hook, catching me severely on my ear. My hearing went all distant and foggy, and stayed that way for about as long as it took for me to be able to use my arm again. I found myself lurching to one side, but she had me upright again with another of those powerful uppercuts.

In my near-hallucinating state, I thought one more punch should do it. Please get it over with, I thought, then we can all go home to safety, and I can forget about this nightmare. Sure enough, the smiling young woman drew her right fist back, and held my chin steady with her other hand. Her fist came up and under my chin one last time.

I wasn’t quite unconscious, but my thoughts were nowhere near ordered, and it’s the closest I’ve ever been to dreaming while still technically awake. I seemed to drift. In fact, it wasn’t unpleasant, and there was no pain. (That came later.) I appeared, to me, to sail slowly down onto my back. Then she was on me, and reality came storming back.

Now, I’ve already written that I found her strength stimulating when we played tennis. Despite the damage she inflicted on me, her fighting skills aroused me as well – more so in fact. Every time she punched me, a message was sent to my brain, and a little extra blood found its way to my most sensitive spot. Now she was sitting on it.

She knew exactly what she was doing, too. As she swung a punch into the side of my face, she stirred that delectable bottom against my groin. She hit me with the other fist, and ground harder. She was going to have to stop soon, before I disgraced myself even further. But a third punch struck home, she gyrated on my cock … and I shuddered and shouted in orgasm.

Shelly jumped up, and I put my hand over my eyes in shame. When I removed it, I saw she was carrying her racquet most prettily over her shoulder and smiling down at me. 

"Well, I’ve never made a man come that way before, and I thought I knew every way there was!" she exclaimed, before blowing me a kiss with her free hand, and then walking away back to her admiring friends; swaying her hips and swinging that naughty bottom.

I have never played tennis since.

They had agreed that he would come in as the 4th rated contender. It was also agreed that is he won his first three matches he would get a title shot. Stone was very happy with that arrangement, he could not wait to tell Barbara, his Fiancee. He also could not wait to get into the gym to work out. 

He spent the next three weeks unpacking and painting and fixing things up. He had begun to worry when the phone finally rang. He would be wrestling his first match this Saturday. He did not know who his opponent is, but t  that did not matter. As he did not know any of the other wrestlers in the league. The promoter assured him that his first match would be against a mid to lower ranked wrestler. 

Match night came and Stone and his fiancee arrived at the arena. They were both very excited. First they went to Stone’s dressing room. He then began to get ready to wrestle. First he removed his street cloths. Reaching in his gear bag. He pulled out His white thong, next came a pair of white pantyhose and finally his shiny white boots. Ashley loved to watch his get dressed in his gear. First he pulls on his shiny white pantyhose. Then comes his shiny white thong and finally his white boots. 

After getting dressed, Ashley thru her arms around his neck and kissed him hard. She just could not stop herself. He looked so sexy in his wrestling outfit she wanted to make love to him right there in the dressing room.  

Instead, he walked her to her ring side seat and returned to his dressing room. Across the hall, and fantastic looking young lady was just getting started changing into her wrestling gear. Tall, blond hair and blue eyes. She looked a lot more like a "Beauty Queen" than a pro wrestler, in fact that is just what see is, she was "Miss Ohio before she became a wrestler. 

Chrystal Young began to get ready. Unlike Stone, she knew exactly who her opponent was and almost every thing about him. She was quickly out of her street cloths. Out of her gear bag she pulled and light blue pair of pantyhose and slipped her fantastic legs into them. Then came a light blue thong cut leotard. Then her light blue boots. Chrystal was now ready to head to the ring. 

After several preliminary matches it was time for the co-main event. Stone Vs Chrystal. First to head to the ring was Stone. He was met buy cheers, whistles and cat-calls. It was most of the women doing the cheering. Stone is a very good looking young man. Next came Chrystal. Her welcome was not so nice. There were several loud "Boos" when she entered the ring. 

With the intros and the instructions complete both wrestlers returned to their corners. Stone looking very strong and masculine in his all white outfit. And Chrystal looking fantastic in her all blue. Then it starts, BONG!!! Sends both wrestlers out of their corners and at each other.  Stone using his experience quickly gets Chrystal in a  HAMMER LOCK. He holds her in it for about 30 seconds. 

Stone is quite suddenly surprised as Chrystal reverses him and now has a HAMMER LOCK on him. He is stunned by how strong she is. She has managed to bend his arm up high behind his back. Only seconds into the match and he is struggling to get free. At this point, Chrystal seems happy to just hold the HAMMER LOCK on him and let him struggle. 

Stone is quickly aware of two things, he needs to get free and his female opponent is very strong. Maybe even stronger than he is. Slowly he has worked his way close to the ropes, he is now stretching out his free arm trying to grab them. She very quickly ends any chance of that as she pulls him back to the center of the ring.  

She now changes holds on him. Moving very quickly she jams’ her arm between his legs and grabs a handful of both his thong and his pantyhose. She then hooks his head and lifts him off the mat. BAM!!! Stone has been slammed down to the mat. The power of the slam has stunned the male wrestler. He lies on the mat dazed. 

Before he can recover, Chrystal is on him. She grabs his arms and pulls him up off the mat into a sitting position. She then sits across from him. Using her legs, she begins to split Stone’s legs apart. Inch by inch she spreads them farther and farther apart.  Stone is now in big trouble, the pain in his legs and hips is almost unbearable. 

He has lost control of his ability to withstand the pain. Like all wrestlers he has a very high tolerance for pain but this is slowly exceeding that. At last he screams out from the pain. "My god Chrystal you’re splitting me in half!!! It hurts oh jeeze it hurts !!!!! 

As of right now, Stone is a wreck. His face is contorted in pain. Looking down at himself he can see that he now has a very large DEFEAT BONER between his legs. He just can’t believe that a mid-level wrestler is able to do this to him. 

Stone is not the only one that is having trouble with how this match is going. Out in the arena his fiancee is almost in a panic. From her front row seat she is screaming at Stone to fight. Come on Stone, you have to fight her!!! Please honey, you have to fight her!!!! Don’t let her beat you sweet hart, fight her!! 

As much as he would to do just that, she is draining the fight out of him. He is still trapped in the leg split. Chrystal has let go of his hands and he has fallen onto his back. He is desperately holding tightly to his swollen manhood as well as trying to pull his legs free. 

After several minutes Chrystal pulls Stone to his feet. He is on very wobbly legs. She then whips him into a corner. Stone slams hard into the turnbuckle. The pain shows on his face as his back` slams into the buckle. Quickly Stone wraps his arms over the top rope holding himself up. Chrystal is only a second behind him. BAM!!!! Her fore-arm explodes into his upper chest.  

For the next several minutes Chrystal pounds on Stone. He takes punches to his face, chest and his lower mid-section. Punch after punch slams into the young male  wrestler. Chrystal now decides it’s time for her to mock her male opponent. Stone, that’s what they call you? Well it look’s to me like I’m breaking your stones." Chrystal continues her assault on Stone. 

In a seat at ring side sits a very beautiful young woman. She is very distraught, her face shows her anguish. Up in the ring, the man she loves more that anything is getting beat. He is taking a huge amount of punishment from his female opponent. She finally screams out to him. "Fight, Stone, fight!!!! Don’t let her beat you honey!!! You have to fight back!!!" what she does not know is that her lover, soul mate and fiancee has very little fight left in him. 

Still holding tightly to  the top rope, Stone is taking some very hard punches from Chrystal. Her punches have slipped lower and lower. He is now taking punches that slam into him at or even lower than the waist of his thong and pantyhose. 

It’s then that she lands a punch that is very low. It slams into him right at the pouch of his thong. Stone’s hands fly off the top rope and cup themselves around hid manhood. That is followed instantly by Stone slumping to the mat on his knees. Chrystal quickly puts a SIDE HEAD LOCK on him. Using the head lock she pulls him to the center of the ring. 

Taking his arm she twists it forcing Stone to the mat on his back. Her tactics now change, with her opponent now stretched out on the mat she returns to using wrestling holds and not punches. Very quickly she takes his arm and locks on an ARM LOCK AND STRETCH. Those at ring side can quickly tell that Stone is in enormous pain by the look on his face. He twists from side to side trying to get free. The bulge in his thong grows larger as she works on his arm. 

Maintaining her control of her opponent, Chrystal movers from hold to hold. She works over his arms and both his legs. In only about 7 minutes Stone has been battered by his female opponent. His arms and legs have all been twisted, bent and stretched. He is in pain every where. Stone lies stretched out on the mat. He makes no effort to get to his feet. Chrystal stands over him looking down on him. It is very clear to everyone in the arena, that Stone is a beaten wrestler. He has nothing left to fight with. Even his fiancee Barbara knows that he is beaten. 

Chrystal kneels down beside her opponent. Almost breathlessly Stone looks at her with an expression of great pain. "Pin me Chrystal, please just pin me!!! I’m done, you’ve beaten me, I can’t take any more!!!" Sadly for Stone, Chrystal wants a big finish. She rolls Stone face down. She then mounts him.  Standing on the back of his thighs, she wraps his shiny white boots around her. Leaning forward, she punches him in his side. This causes his arm to come back toward her. She first grabs one arm then the other. 

Chrystal is now in complete control of her opponent Stone. There is nothing he can do. He can’t move, he can’t fight free and he can’t get away. He is completely trapped. Out at ring side Stone’s fiancee has covered her face to hide her tears. It has been very difficult for her to see the man she loves taking a severe beating for a woman in the ring. She wants to run away, but can’t abandon the love of her life.  All Ashley can do is cry out to him, "Give up Stone, oh please give up!!!! Don’t let her hurt you any more. You have to give up!!! 

Up in the ring Stone has remained trapped by Chrystal. She has had him locked up for over two minutes. She now makes her move to finish him off. Slowly she begins to rock back and forth. After building up her momentum, she lifts Stone off the mat. He goes up and over her head. 

Chrystal now has her male opponent trapped in a MEXICAN CEILING HOLD. Almost all wrestling fans know that this is the most painful hold in wrestling. Almost no wrestler, man or woman ever escapes from this hold. Stone is no different. In just a few seconds he has had enough. "Enough, enough I’ve had enough!!!! I’m ready to submit!!!! Ref-ref, I’m finished!! Hearing her opponent screaming, Chrystal calls out the ref. "Hay ref, ask him!!! Go on and ask him, I think he’s finished!!! 

Moving in close to Stone, the ref asks "How about it Stone, are you ready to submit? Do you want to give it up?" Stone instantly gives the ref his surrender. 

"She’s got She’s got me ref, dear god she’s got me!!!! Yes ref yes!!!! I’ve had enough!!!! I’m ready to submit to her!!! I’m finished!!! I give up!!!! I give up, I give up, oh dear god!!! I give up!!! Break the hold I submit!!!"

Stone’s submission ends the match. Chrystal drops the beaten male wrestler to the mat. Stone lands on his back stretched out, beaten. His total defeat is obvious for all to see. Inside his shiny white pantyhose and thong he has a rock hard, huge DEFEAT BONER. 

As soon as he hit the mat his fiancee got up and ran to his dressing room. It takes several minutes to get Stone off the mat. For most of that time he lies stretched out, face up staring at the ring lights. Chrystal comes over to him looking down on the beaten male wrestler. "this is exactly what I’m going to do to the champion when I wrestle him"   

One of the league trainers enters the ring and helps the badly beaten Stone Carter to his feet. Slowly and painfully Stone exits the ring and with the help of the trainer makes his way back to his dressing room. Waiting for him is his Fiancee Ashley. "My god, sweetie  what happened to you?"  Stone wishes he had an answer "I got beat, I got beat by a middle rated wrestler. She crushed me!!! I never had a chance!!

The trainer has a strange look on his face. "Middle of the pack wrestler, who told you that?" It’s then that Stone finds out he was facing the undefeated number 3 contender. And she was using Stone as a warm up before the title match. 

With Stone now lying on the table, Ashley tells him. "You’ve got to get her back Stone. You just can’t leave it like this. You have to have a rematch with her!!! She then begins to help him out of his wrestling gear. She unties his shiny white boots and pulls them off. Next she pulls down his white pantyhose, Leaving him wearing just his white thong. As soon as she pulls it below his waist his huge DEFEAT BONER pops out standing up stiff as a pole. 

"You have to pay her back for doing that to you!! Stone struggles to his feet and heads toward the shower.