WHO'S THE SQUIRT NOW.
Roger Blake sat on the train it was three o'clock in the afternoon he had been travelling since breakfast time Roger was going to his grandmothers in North Wales for the summer holidays. He was not looking forward to it he had not been for years. Four years to be precise.
Roger was sixteen years old. He had a strong and athletic body. His dark hair complemented his light almost white skin. Roger was good looking, and excelled at sports. God another hour before I change at Cardiff, he thought to himself then another three to the nearest station. Then another hour's bus ride. I only hope it's worth it he thought.
Roger could remember saying to his mother as she waved good-bye to him on the platform. "It will be Susan will be there. Susan being his younger cousin a veritable brat and tomboy whom he had tormented and bullied she was eleven when they last met. That meant she would be fifteen now. Roger wondered what she was like. Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad after all.
Roger finally arrived at his Grans Farm house at 8.45 PM. She had a supper waiting for him. His Gran talked to him all the time plying him with questions about home. She didn't run the place as a farm anymore. It was a holiday home she had converted the barn to take bed and breakfast. "Roger", said his Gran, "Yes Gran", Gran he replied. "The silly holiday company have double booked me", she said. "So I have had to give your room, and Susan's room to the other family", she added. "Which means you will have to share the attic with Susan like you used to", stated his Gran. "You don't mind do you", she asked. "Of course not Gran", he answered. Susan's already gone to bed try not to disturb her", said his Gran. "I won't", said Roger carrying his case upstairs.
Susan wasn't asleep. She was lying in bed reading a book. Roger put his case down and took of his blazer. He then removed his shoes and socks when he stood up to take his shirt off. He could see Susan watching him. "Aren't you going to look the other way, or turn the light off", he asked. "No", she replied as she continued to watch him. Roger peeled his shirt off. He had no choice. He either had to go to bed in his trousers. Or strip in front of Susan.
Roger removed his black school trousers. He stood there in a pair of regulation white school Y-fronts. "Like what you see", asked Roger striking a pose for Susan. "Hmm not bad for a boy I suppose", she said. "Think you can do better", challenged Roger.
Susan put down her book pulled back the covers, and got out of bed. Roger gasped Susan was naked save for a pair of navy blue sports knickers. Her body although strong and muscular had all the female curves. Her breasts were large, and taught. Roger's body quivered slightly as Susan towered over him. He felt weak like a boy in front of a man in his prime. "Well who's the Squirt now then", asked Susan.
"I'm still stronger and I can still beat you any day", Roger challenged. "Well lets see then I like a challenge", replied Susan. "OK I'm ready when you are", snapped Roger. "Right arm wrestling then we can use the bedside table", said Susan. She then picked up the small table and placed it between to two beds.
Roger sat one side while Susan sat opposite him, with their knees touching underneath. Susan slipped her knee between Roger's she then placed her feet on top of his. They clasped each other's wrists, and locked elbows on the table. Susan opened her knees spreading Rogers' until they were pressed against the side of the bed. She looked into his eyes and saw hesitation and fear. "Ready", she asked. "Yes", replied Roger hoarsely.
"Well before we start let's get the rules settled", said Susan. "If you win, you get to do what you want with me", she stated. "However if I win then you agree to be my wrestling practice dummy", she said. "Practise dummy", asked Roger puzzled. "I practise my wrestling hold on your body without you resisting", replied Susan. "Agreed", Roger said, as he, and Susan gripped each other's arms tensing their muscles.
Susan and Roger struggled arms locked muscles bulging from the strain. Roger pushed as hard as he could yet it was not enough to overcome Susan. They were both soon sweating from the exertion. Susan could see doubt in Roger’s eyes, and the first hint of defeat.
Susan let Roger push her arm nearer the table, and then whipped it back to the centre. She played with Roger like this for ten minutes letting him think he was winning then stopping him dead. Roger's arm felt tired he couldn't hold on much more. It began to shake with the strain. Susan seeing her opponent was finished went for the kill.
She looked straight into Roger’s eyes as she slowly forced his arm flat to the table. "See I win who's the Squirt now then", she asked. Roger didn't answer he just pulled his arm away and held it, trying to tease the cramp in it. "I'm the winner now to practise some of my wrestling holds on your body Squirt", announced Susan.
One end of the attic was taken up by the two beds. The other had a large carpeted area between two large wardrobes. "If you please", said Susan indicating the centre of the carpet. Roger stood in the centre of the carpet hands at his side. Susan stood next to him stretching her arm muscles. Roger’s body shuddered slightly at the sight of Susan's muscles. "Not afraid are you big boy", asked Susan. "Don't worry I won't hurt you, no that's a lie I will hurt you", she said smiling as Roger shivered in fear.
"Something simple first an arm lock I think turn round", Susan said. Roger turned round Susan took hold of his left arm, and bent it up high behind his back. Roger gasped, and groaned. He cried out when Susan bent his wrist back. Susan just continued to apply the hold harder, and harder. Roger sunk to his knees as Susan worked his left arm over like a professional.
Susan dropped Rogers left arm, and then started on his right arm. With the cruel hammerlock, and wrist bend she soon had Rogers face pressed into the carpet shouting for release. "OK wimp that's enough stand up", ordered Susan as she dropped Rogers aching arm.
Roger climbed to his feet, "Arms above head", Susan barked. Roger lifted his arms over his head. Susan took Roger in a full Nelson, locking her fingers behind his neck. Then with her strong arms she viciously applied the hold. Susan forced Roger down inch by inch until she was grinding his nose into the carpet.
She released Roger’s body, and he dropped panting to the carpet. "What now oh I know I've never done a surf board yet", said Susan. "Lay on your belly", she ordered. Roger rolled over, and lay face down. Susan picked up Roger’s legs, and pushed then towards his head so that his calves pressed against the backs of his thighs she the knelt on his legs from behind pinning them in place. Susan lent forwards and took hold of Roger’s hands, and pulled his arms back.
Roger was now suffering badly his legs were being pressed tight while his spine was stretched painfully. "A perfect surf board if a do say so my self", said Susan as she pulled, and pressed at the same time drawing protests from Roger increasing the pressure on his back, and legs.
When she released Roger his body was beaded with sweat. "Now I've softened up your back I'll give you a Boston crab", announced Susan. Susan stood astride his body facing his feet. She then took hold of Roger’s legs, and pulled them back towards her as she sat on his shoulders. Roger squealed as Susan pulled and pulled straining his already pain filled back even more. By the time she had finished Roger was a gibbering wreck.
Susan rolled him onto his side, and locked his head in a choking figure four scissors. She crushed his head till she felt Roger’s body go limp. She then rolled him onto his back, and held him in a school boy pin. Susan slapped Roger’s face to revive him. When Roger came to he found Susan's face starring down into his she had him pinned helpless.
"How's it feel to be the Squirt for a change", asked Susan. Roger did not answer. Susan did not mind. "Don't worry you will get used to it", she said as she got off him. They then both lay on top of the beds to cool down.
"I enjoyed our little tussle did you", asked Susan. "No I did not", replied Roger indignantly. "Then why have you got an erection", challenged Susan pointing to Rogers bulging Y-fronts. "Bet you like girls beating you don't you", said Susan. "You beat me at arm wrestling not fighting", barked Roger. "We will see in the morning I never refuse a challenge", said Susan as she the switched out the light.
Susan lay on her bed, and listened to Roger's bed springs bouncing up and down, she new what he was doing. "Don't worry Squirt tomorrow when I beat you I will milk you myself. She then turned over and went to sleep.
When they woke up the next morning it was bright sunshine. Susan and Roger sat at the breakfast table with one of the families staying as guests. They had a daughter Debbie aged about thirteen. She was griping about having to go on a shopping trip with them. Then her face brightened as an idea came into her head. "I can buy a pair of speedos to go swimming in", she said. "Boys swimming trunks you will not", said her mother indignantly. "You will by a full swim suit or a bikini young lady", stated her mother.
"She can come swimming with us Mrs Browne, can't she Roger", said Susan. "That's very kind of you Susan", answered Mrs Browne. "Would you like that Debbie darling", asked Mrs Browne. "Yes please mummy", answered Debbie excited. That's settled then, let's have no more nonsense about boys’ swimming trunks", stated Mrs Browne.
Debbie's face dropped, and she went to with Debbie say something. She stopped when she saw Susan wink at her. Debbie's parents departed after breakfast for their shopping trip. "All back ready in ten minutes said Susan.
When Roger, and Susan got back to the attic. Roger asked, "Why did you ask that girl along". "I wanted her to come", replied Susan. "Come where, where are we going", he quizzed. "To our old meeting place the lake, that's where we are going", answered Susan. "You challenged me to a fight remember", she added. "OK I remember", said Roger. "I still don't know why you invited the kid", he added. "As a witness so you can't deny I beat you", stated Susan.
Roger stripped, and dressed in a pair of very brier tight fitting black speedos and wore some white nylon unlined football shorts over them. The shorts were almost transparent with his black trunks clearly visible underneath them. He then put on a blue cotton vest, and a pair of black plimsolls.
Susan dressed herself in a brief red Bikini, and white plimsolls. They met Debbie outside the farm house. She was standing waiting for them. Debbie had a green full length bathing suit on, with sandals on her feet.
The day was hot, and sunny there wasn't a cloud in the sky. It was a two mile walk to the lake across fields, and foot paths. They were all hot and sweaty when they arrived so they decided to cool off in the lake. After a quick swim they lay in the grass beside the lake to sun bathe.
After about twenty minutes in which time no-one spoke. Susan sat up. "What about our fight then Roger", she asked. "What in front of the kid", said Roger. "Her name is Debbie", stated Susan.
"Your not afraid of losing in front of her are you", asked Susan. "No I'm not", replied Roger indignantly. "Then let's get on with it", said Susan.
"Are you two going to fight each other", asked Debbie. "Yes we are, and we are going to fight all in no holds barred", replied Samantha. "I'm going to show you how much stronger girls are than a boys and how easy they are to beat", said Susan. "Great can I watch", asked Debbie in an excited voice. "No", replied Roger. "Yes", said Susan correcting him.
"Which one of us do you think is the strongest", asked Susan. As she stood up, and posed flexing her muscles. Roger got up, and stood next to Susan flexing his muscles. "You are Susan your muscles are much bigger than poor Roger’s", stated Debbie.
Roger looked at Susan's strong muscular body that dwarfed his own. His tiny tight speedos only made him look even smaller beside Susan. He wondered what he was letting himself in for. His body shuddered slightly, as he considered losing to Susan in front of Debbie.
Roger and Susan circled round looking for an opening in each others' defence. Susan jumped on Roger knocking him to the ground, and crashing down heavily on him. They rolled around on the ground. With Susan mainly on top, ending up with Susan sat astride Roger's chest. She pushed down attempting to pin his arms to the ground. Roger fought back desperately, but could not stop Susan's stronger superior muscles from over coming his own.
Susan had Roger's arms pinned flat to the ground above his head. "Got you now Squirt", said Susan. "She's got you now Squirt", repeated Debbie excitedly. Roger struggled furiously but couldn't shake Susan off him. The more he struggled the weaker he got, until exhausted Roger just lay still. Susan sensing that Roger was exhausted started to bounce up, and down on his chest. Roger just gasped as Susan drove the wind out of him bouncing on his chest.
"Ready to submit yet", asked Susan. "No", he gasped in reply. Susan's response was to continue jumping up, and down on his chest. Roger's pale face stared up into Susan's his eyes pleading for mercy. "Submit now", asked Susan. Roger nodded. "I can't here you", stated Susan. "I submit", croaked Roger weakly.
"You won well done", said Debbie excitedly. "Thank you", said Susan. "That's one nil to me", she said to Roger. "Your going to continue", asked Debbie. "Of course", replied Susan. "It's the best off three", she added. "Oh please win I'd love to see you beat the pants off him", sated Debbie. "A novel idea but I think I'll beat the speedos off him instead", said Susan. "When I win you can have his speedos", she added. Debbie jumped up and down in excitement.
Roger angry sprang at Susan, and caught her wrong footed. As he crashed into Susan, he knocked her to the ground. Susan gasped as she hit the ground. Roger fell on top of her, driving his knee into her stomach. Susan was momentarily winded, and could not move. Roger slid on to her should attempting the school boy pin.
Susan was still short of breath. She realised she had to act quickly or be trapped under Roger. Susan locked arms with Roger a struggled ensued. Roger kept trying to press Susan's arms to the ground. She somehow managed to keep her arms and shoulders off the ground. She began to kick, and wriggle hoping to unseat Roger.
Roger was finding it more difficult to stay on top of Susan as she wriggled and kicked in a tremendous show of strength Susan arched her back in a bridge unseating Roger from his potentially wining position. Roger tried to crawl away, but like lightning Susan was after him. She grabbed him round the neck, and got him in a headlock. Susan twisted Roger’s violently left and right. Drawing muffled curses from him as she strained his neck muscles.
Susan forced Roger's head to the floor, still in the headlock. She pressed his face hard into the soft mud. Rubbing it well in. Susan then released Roger from the headlock. When he got up his face was covered in mud. Susan could see through the patches of mud that Roger's face was flushed and excited. "Come on Squirt you’re just a wimp fight me", sneered Susan.
Roger very angry and embarrassed did just that. He stepped in close up to Susan, and delivered a right fist to her stomach followed by a left to her chin. To Roger’s amazement, his fist bounced off Susan's hard stomach muscles. The left to Susan's chin did not even make her flinch. "Is that the best you can do Squirt", said Susan. As she sank her right fist into Rogers belly. Her fist disappeared into Roger’s guts. Roger doubled with a, "OOF", and a great out rush of air. A left uppercut to his chin sent Roger flying onto his back. "That's how to punch an opponent out", said Susan smiling down at Roger's shuddering body.
Roger got slowly to his feet, only to take a right fist to his jaw which sent him sprawling across the mud, and into the lake, with a splash. Before he could get up Susan was on him. The water Roger had fallen in was about six inches deep. Susan forced him down into the water pushing his head under. Although Roger fought desperately to free himself Susan still held him under the water.
Roger held his breath as long as he could but with his lungs burning from lack of oxygen. He new he would soon open his mouth and swallow the muddy water of the lake. Suddenly Susan let Roger's head clear of the water. Roger gasped in a lung full of air before being pressed back under the water. Roger did not struggle he had no strength left to do so. Roger fought to hold his breath again. He was sure Susan held him under even longer this time.
Just as he thought he would pass out. Susan let him up for another gasp of air. Under he went again to be held there helpless again. Susan let him up quicker this time. "Ready to submit yet", she asked. When Roger shook his head, Susan pushed him under again. When she finally let him up again. Roger was in no mood to argue, and signalled his submission.
Roger crawled out of the water a collapsed on the wet mud panting, and gasping. Susan knelt down beside him, and peeled off his speedos. Roger was too weak to resist. Anyhow he had agreed to the bet, if he lost then Debbie could have his speedos. Debbie giggled when she saw Roger's naked body. She was excited by the battle she had witnessed. Debbie had never seen a girl beat a boy and strip him naked before. To cap it all she now had Roger's speedos.
By Friar FFF PO Box 37132 5307 Cyprus. Copyright 1994.
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