The Fall and Fall of James Jones
James Jones was in his back garden after school it was a pleasant spring afternoon and he was wearing his dark school trousers grey school shirt with his sleeves neatly rolled up. James was in the fifth year he had only attended his present school since Christmas after moving in just before as his father had to move with his job. John was a tall slim boy with blond hair he was not particularly good at sports he was more the intelligent thinking type. It was nice house in a nice neighbourhood with a long garden but John didn’t like living there. It clearly was a nice neighbourhood but one of his neighbours in particular was what he disliked about the house. His biggest bone of contention with his neighbours the Rileys was their daughter Fiona. Fiona a fellow fifth year at his school and a girl he considered to be far too big headed and arrogant. Fiona was particularly unpopular with him today as she made the fifth year five aside soccer squad and he hadn’t. He could still see the smug arrogant smile of Fiona’s face when she made the squad and he hadn’t. Although he was not a sports person he would have liked to have made the team instead of the little tomboy Fiona.
“Hi Jamie boy still sulking about the five aside soccer”, a female voice he recognised and really disliked. James glanced up and saw Fiona dangling from the low hanging branch of the large tree in his garden. “What are you doing in our garden on our tree?”, James asked when he got over the initial shock of seeing Fiona hanging upside down from the tree. She hung down with her legs around the branch and one arm hanging on her blue checked summer dress hanging down exposing her white cotton knickers. “Oh sorry I use to play on it last summer when the house was empty and came to think of it as my tree”, Fiona replied. She stayed were she was brazenly exposing her knickers knowing James was looking at them.
“Well its not your garden and you are tress passing please leave”, James said. “Oh do I have to I thought you were enjoying the view”, Fiona replied. “I know boys like looking at girls knickers even a wimpy one like you”, she added as she pulled herself up sat astride the branch still displaying most of her white knickers. “Yes you can get out and no I’m not looking at your knickers”, John said. “Even if I was it would be because you are shamefully flaunting them”, he added. “So you where Jamie wimpy boy”, Fiona said smiling as she dropped gracefully to her feet from the branch. “Right that’s it out now I’ll show you the way”, James snapped. “Oh don’t bother I know the way”, Fiona replied and walked towards the six foot wooden fence between their gardens. “Oh I’m coming to make sure you go and stay gone”, James said following her. Fiona although the same age as James was a little shorter she had thick curly black hair that hung down over her shoulders she was wearing her blue checked summer dress having changed out of her school uniform skirt and blouse but she still had her white school socks and school shoes on. Unlike James Fiona was sports mad and very competitive.
“Maybe I’ll climb in your garden for a change”, James said as he followed Fiona to the fence between their gardens. “Oh no you’re not going to come in my garden”, Fiona said suddenly stopping and turning round. “Oh yes I will if you can come into my garden I’ll go in yours”, James replied. “No you won’t just try it”, Fiona said indignantly. “Oh I’m going to don’t worry”, James replied. “Now get out of my garden”, James added. “No”, Fiona said defiantly crossing her arms and planting her feet firmly on the grass. “Get out or I’ll make you”, James warned. “Huh how Jamie wimp boy?”, Fiona sneered. “I’ll get you out of my garden even if I have to throw you over the fence”, James stated pushing Fiona in the chest with both hands sending her stumbling back. “Just try that again Jamie boy”, Fiona said angrily. “Certainly”, James replied shoving her again so hard she nearly collided with the fence.
“Well you going or do I throw you over the fence?”, James asked. “OK I’m going but don’t follow or you will be sorry”, Fiona replied. She clambered over the fence cocking her right leg over so it showed her knickers again pausing for few seconds knowing James’s eyes would be drawn to them. She was right she could see James staring at her knickers even though he was angry with her boys were just too predictable she thought. “Like my knickers Jamie wimp boy?”, Fiona asked cheekily. “No and if you give me any more cheek I’ll come over their and spank them for you”, James replied hotly. “Please don’t Jamie wimp boy you’ve got me shaking in my boots”, Fiona said dropping down to the ground her side of the fence.
There was silence while James fumed debating whether to climb over the fence and teach the cheeky arrogant girl a lesson. “Huh I knew you were a yellow little wimp Jamie boy”, Fiona’s voice sneered from behind the fence. That was the last straw and James’s anger boiled over. “Right that’s it I’m coming over right now”, James said angrily climbing to the top of the fence. “I’m going to make you sorry for ever coming on my garden girl”, James added as he paused on top of the fence before dropping down into Fiona’s garden. “You’re going to regret this Jamie boy”, Fiona said coldly. “No I’m not but you are”, James replied still seething. “Get out of my garden now while you still can”, Fiona demanded.
“Why because a head strong little female brat tells me to?”, James asked. “No because if you don’t I’ll fight you Jamie wimp boy”, Fiona replied. “Really?”, James asked. “Really”, Fiona replied. “Funnily enough that’s why a came over to teach you a lesson girl”, James said. “Good lets fight boy”, Fiona replied. “If you want to?”, James said. “Oh I want to, now fight or get out of my garden and you can stay out”, Fiona replied pushing James in the chest and shoving him backwards. “OK I’ll fight you but don’t be blame me when you go running and crying to you mummy”, James said shoving Fiona in the chest pushing her backwards. “Oh I won’t be the one running crying to my mummy”, Fiona replied shoving James in the chest again. “Yes you will girl”, James pushing Fiona in the chest. “Is that all boys do in their fights shove each other girls can fight much better then that?”, Fiona sneered. “No I was just giving you a chance to back out”, James replied. “I don’t need one lets fight by my rules, girl’s rules if you’re not scared Jamie boy”, Fiona said. “Huh I’m not scared of you”, James replied.
“OK just what are your rules girl’s rules then?”, James asked. “OK we wrestle and the winner has free access to both gardens”, Fiona replied. “Sounds good to me”, James said. “OK lets do it Jamie boy but no more pushing”, Fiona replied. “How shall we start then?”, James asked. “Lets lock arms and see who is stronger”, Fiona replied. “That’s the girls’ way”, she added raising her arms. “Oh really how novel”, James quipped raising his own arms. They locked arms and started to wrestle James fought hard but Fiona was much stronger than he thought she would be and her lithe slippery movements were hard to keep up with. They wrestled for a couple of minutes and were soon panting from the exertion. Suddenly Fiona twisted James’s shoulders while pressing her right thigh into James’s left thigh and tossed him to the grass.
James gasped in shock as Fiona thigh tossed him the grass and grunted as his shoulder hit the ground hard. James quickly rolled over and got to his knees. “Want to give up Jamie boy girls fight rough?”, Fiona asked as he knelt looking up at her. “Huh no way I just slipped”, James replied climbing to his feet. Before James got to his feet Fiona grabbed his head with both arms applying a head lock. “Hey aren’t you supposed to let me get up first?”, James protested as Fiona squeezed his head between her arms. “No Jamie boy this is a fight not a friendly tussle”, Fiona replied clamping the head lock on tighter. “So you have to cheat to try and win?”, James asked. “No I don’t cheat and I’m not cheating now”, Fiona replied. “As we are fighting by my rules I can do what I like”, she added twisting James’s head round and forcing him to the grass.
“Oh my head”, James moaned as he was forced to the ground by the painful head lock. “Want to give to me Jamie boy?”, Fiona asked as she continued to pressure the head lock hard. “No I don’t give to give girls”, James replied. “Oh we will just have to see about that won’t boy”, Fiona said releasing James’s head and grabbing his right arm before James knew what was happening. Fiona yanked James’s right arm and pulled it behind his back and applying a hammer lock. “How about now Jamie boy?”, Fiona asked pushing James’s arm high up is back. “No and stop calling me Jamie boy”, James replied gasping from the pain on his hammer locked arm. “Sorry Jamie boy but I like calling you that its fitting for such a wimp boy”, Fiona said keeping his arm pressed up high behind his back.
“I won’t give to this”, James said. “Won’t you boy?”, Fiona asked bending his wrist back as well. “Oh shit, .. no way”, James gasped rolling over and yanking his right arm free. Before James could roll away, Fiona jumped on his back slamming him face down into the grass making him groan. “Down again Jamie boy”, Fiona quipped as she slipped astride his back. “Maybe but not for long”, James replied pushing himself up on his arms lifting his upper body off the grass. “Oh no you don’t down boy down”, Fiona said bouncing up and down on James’s lower back until he dropped back to the grass. “That’s better that is where you belong under me Jamie wimp boy”, Fiona said as she scuttled up his back to kneel on his arms and shoulders. “Got you again boy haven’t I?”, Fiona said cheerily. “No you haven’t”, James replied angrily pushing himself up again.
Fiona slipped back off James’s shoulders as he raised his upper body and clamped her legs around his upper chest and clung onto his shoulders. “Huh you don’t get me off the easily come gee up neddy”, Fiona said. “Don’t I”, snorted James getting to his knees with Fiona still clinging to his back and shoulders. “Of course not Jamie boy”, Fiona replied clamping her hands under James’s chin and pulling his head back. “Oh let got”, James protested as Fiona pulled his head back. James grabbed Fiona’s hands under his chin and tried to pull them off but Fiona just forced his head back further. Frustrated James started to twist and buck hoping to throw Fiona off.
“Huh no chance boy I’m the champ of the bucking bronco machine at the fair”, Fiona said as she held on riding out James’s violent struggles. “Oh I’ll get you, .. you cheeky little minx”, James raged. “Oh dear can’t little wimpy Jamie boy get me off?”, Fiona sneered. Incensed James suddenly tipped forward catching Fiona out and threw her over his head to the grass. “Shit”, Fiona gasped as she tumbled over James’s head to the grass. Fiona did another head over heels roll on the grass flipping her checked school dress back exposing her white knickers. James got to his feet red faced and angry and was waiting for Fiona when she got up. “I nearly got you there Jamie boy”, Fiona said smiling cheekily. “No you didn’t”, James snapped angrily shoving Fiona in the chest pushing her backwards. “Oh dear back to boys way of fighting already?”, Fiona sneered. “I’ll show you boys fighting”, James replied angrily and attempt to push Fiona in the chest again but this time hard enough to knock her down. But Fiona ducked under James’s arms and caught him in a rugby tackle to the waist and took him down to the grass.
James grunted as his back was slammed into the grass it hurt more with Fiona’s added weight on top of him. Fiona slipped astride James’s grabbed his arms and started to force them down while smiling gleefully into his flushed angry face. Angry as hell James pushed his arms back up and rolled them over to come out on top. “I’ve got you now you cheeky little minx”, James said sternly as he knelt across Fiona’s waist and started to push her arms down. “I don’t think so Jamie boy”, Fiona replied starting to fight back. “I do”, James snapped angrily and pushed harder and started to force Fiona’s arms down. Suddenly Fiona started buck and to twist and writhe like a snake under James and he found it hard to keep her down and he inched higher up and knelt across Fiona’s chest still battling to force her arms down.
Without warning Fiona lurched up tipping James forward over her head. James gasped in shock as he was rolled off Fiona’s chest and fell on his face sprawling in the grass. Fiona was up and on James’s back before he had chance to move. Fiona scrambled up James’s back and knelt astride his back. “Hey get off me”, James protested pushing himself up and trying to throw Fiona off. “Make me Jamie boy”, Fiona replied pushing down on James’s shoulders. “Watch me girl”, James said lifting himself higher. “I will Jamie boy watch you drop to the ground”, Fiona replied using her legs to kick James’s arms from under him. “Oh shit”, James gasped as Fiona kicked his arms away and he dropped heavily to the grass. James grunted as his body slammed into the grass with Fiona on top of him.
The impact winded James for a few seconds allowing Fiona to get her knees on his shoulders and both hands on the back of his head. “Told you Jamie boy”, Fiona said as she forced James’s face into the grass. “Eat grass wimp boy”, Fiona said as she ground James’s face into the grass. “Stop it, ... stop it, get off me”, James moaned as his face was rubbing in the grass by Fiona. “No you can always give Jamie boy”, Fiona replied as she kept rubbing James’s face into the grass. “I said get off me you snotty little bitch”, James snapped angrily rolling over and tipping Fiona off his back. “I’m going to get you for that you little minx”, James said as he brushed grass off his flushed face. “I don’t think so Jamie boy”, Fiona said wrapping her legs around James’s head trying for a head scissors.
“Hey no you don’t”, James said pushing Fiona’s legs apart to free his head. “Oh yes I do boy”, Fiona replied grabbing James’s arms and pulling them behind his. “Hey let go of my arms”, James protested. “No problem Jamie boy”, Fiona replied clamping her thighs around James’s head and let go of his arms. Fiona flexed her thigh muscles and squeezed his head between them. “Oh shit”, James groaned grabbing Fiona’s crushing thighs with his hands. “Got you Jamie boy, .... got you”, Fiona said gleefully as she squeezed James’s head harder. Fiona continued to squeeze James’s head hard while he clawed helplessly at her crushing thighs. James groaned as started to feel light headed from the crushing pressure on his head. James wondered how a girl’s legs could be as strong as he got weaker from the pressure on his trapped head.
“You can submit any time you want to Jamie boy”, Fiona said as she continued to make him suffer with her crushing head scissors. “Never you snotty little bitch”, James moaned. “You will wimp boy”, Fiona said. “That’s unless you are enjoying it”, she added. “Enjoying it?”, James snorted. “Yes wimp boys like you love girls beating them at wrestling gets them all excited”, Fiona replied. “Not me”, James replied breathlessly the pressure on his head becoming difficult to withstand. But being so helpless and hurt by Fiona was making his cock get hard and that shocked James. Fiona adjusted her legs so James’s head was now trapped between the crook of her right knee and the flat of her left thigh she crossed her ankles and squeezed hard. .
Fiona’s summer dress was pulled back exposing her white knickers as she used her thighs to squeeze James’ head mercilessly. “Going to give?”, Fiona asked. “No”, James groaned. “Good that means I can hurt you some more”, Fiona replied flexing her thighs muscles as hard as she could really squeezing James’s head. “Oh fuck my head”, James gasped hands clamped to Fiona’s crushing thighs. The pressure on James’s head was now intense and he felt himself slipping away starting to pass out. As the pain increased so did James’s excitement and his cock was now hard in his grey school trousers. “Going to give now boy?”, Fiona asked. “No, no, .... no way”, James replied softly as it was getting hard to concentrate. “Good Jamie boy I’ll keep you like this till you pass out”, Fiona said. “We both know that won’t be long wimp boy”, she added. Fiona had never felt as elated and excited as she did now beating James a boy at wrestling was marvellous much better than beating another girl. Her nipples were hard and very sensitive and her summer dress rubbing against them was making them hard and she felt damp between the legs all because she had James a boy helpless and seconds away from defeat.
“Got you Jamie wimp boy got you your garden and your tree are now mine to use when I like”, Fiona said as she felt James’s body start to relax between her legs. Fiona kept James in the head scissors until his body went limp and she was sure he passed out. “Knockout the winner”, Fiona said raising her arms above her head. “Loser”, she sneered at James and released him from the head scissors. Fiona stood up and James lying unconscious on his back. “That was the best, beating a boy at wrestling and making the wimp faint”, Fiona thought her face flushed with excitement. I think I’ll give the wimp a schoolgirl pin for being such a little weakie, Fiona thought to herself and smiled broadly. “Yes Jamie boy that will put you where you belong”, Fiona said and she climbed on James’s chest.
Fiona moved up James’s body until she was sitting on his chest. Fiona grabbed James’s limp arms and pressed them to the grass above his head. Fiona inched higher until her knees were pinning James’s shoulders and his head was between her thighs. Satisfied with her position Fiona waited for James to come round. A few minutes passed before Fiona felt James’s body start to stiffen and she knew he was starting to come round. With a soft moan James opened his eyes and stared up in shock into Fiona’s face which was smiling and staring into his. “Welcome back Jamie boy you lost I made you faint with my head scissors so that counts as a knock out”, Fiona said smugly. “That means I can go in your garden and play on your tree when ever I want”, she added. James glared at Fiona but said nothing. After a few minutes when Fiona showed no signs of moving James spoke. “Well OK you won now get off me”, James said. “Oh no I’ve never beaten a boy before and I’m going to make the most of it”, Fiona replied. “Besides I like sitting on you Jamie boy”, she added.
“I said get of me the fight is over”, James said indignantly. “I say it isn’t and you can try and get me off if you think you can wimp boy”, Fiona replied. “Oh you are really snotty little minx”, James sighed. “What not even going to try wimp boy?”, Fiona sneered. James tried hard struggling furiously under Fiona kicking and bucking but Fiona just rode out his struggles and kept him firmly pinned. Eventually exhausted by his struggles James just had to lay there under Fiona until she agreed to let him go it was both embarrassing and worrying being bested by a girl. “Want another look at my knickers Jamie boy”, Fiona asked shamelessly hoisting her summer dress up to expose her white knickers. James couldn’t help staring at Fiona’s white knickers started to get excited he felt his cock stiffening in his trousers.
By friar Copyright 2010
http://www.battle-annals.co.uk
Extract from a longer story by Sapper Junior three of the seven illustrations by JG
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