A True School Girl Pin Story

[bruce911187]

A True School Girl Pin Story

( Note this wasn`t written by me.)


When I was 14 years old, new neighbours came to live next door. It
took some weeks to get acquainted, but eventually I became good mates
with George, who was my age, and Margaret who was a year older. George
was a tall boy and good at ball games whilst Margaret was slightly
shorter and slightly on the plump side with blonde hair, always tied
back in a pony tail. Margaret was a superb gymnast and amazingly
fexible, to the point where she used to present a contortion act at
some of our High School Carnivals.

Some weeks after first meeting them, my attention was attracted by a
noise from next door; looking through a gap in the fence, I was
intrigued at the sight of George stretched out on the back lawn with
Margaret astride him. His arms were secured firmly under Margaret's
shins and his head was wedged firmly between her thighs with her
crotch jammed hard against his chin. She wore a black sports bra and a
tight fitting pair of black satin-like shorts. With her hands on her
hips, Margaret stared down at her securely pinned victim and laughed
silently. "Well Georgie-Porgie, here we are again. Same as the time
before and the time before and the time before; in fact situation
normal. Now, do you submit or do I sit on your face again and give you
the treatment"

As she spoke, she raised herself slightly and shuffled forward.
"I submit" came the slightly muffled reply. Looking up, Margaret
noticed me at the gap in the fence and said, "Hello Willie Boy, I
didn't know we had a spectator. Would you like to try your luck as
well while I'm in the mood and dressed for it"

I swallowed hard - part of me wanted to be George and part of me was
apalled at the thought of such humiliation. Margaret, meanwhile had
sprung to her feet and stood looking at me, head on one side and her
hands on her hips. "Come on - lets get it over with. Its going to
happen you know and now is a good time as any without any parents
around. Don't be worried,I have done it to much bigger boys than you,
even Dad struggles to beat me"

So,it came to pass that on a fine sunny afternoon, I was seized in a
headlock by Margaret and bulldogged to the ground. Held in the
headlock with my back on the grass, I struggled and squirmed but her
hold was unbreakable. I was aware of the warmth of softness of her
breast on my cheek and that my resistance was starting to diminish.
Sensing this, Margaret released the headlock, seized both wrists and
forced them to the ground and sprang lightly astride me. Shuffling
quickly forward, I was pinned in the same fashion as George - my arms
pinned under her shins and head clamped tightly between her plump
thighs.

"Well now Willie Boy, here come the interesting bit; do you submit or
do I give you a facial. The choice is yours - or at least I think it
is - it really depends on how sincere I think that your submission is.
The big lad that I dealt to last week just wasn't humble enough and I
had to keep him there for quite a while until the tears flowed - it
was just about a record for me I think"

Summoning up some energy and strength, I began to buck and twist and
squirm. It was all to no avail, Margaret rode me expertly, all the
while looking down at me with a faint smile on her face. Foolishly,I
arched my back and brought my legs up and tried to snare her. Margaret
laughed, seized them and locked them under her arms; leaning right
forward, the black shorts descended towards my face. My back and my
legs were stretched and my feet almost touched the grass behind my
head. My face was enveloped by the silky touch of her shorts and the
was senses were overwhelmed by the smell of her musky perfume; in
spite of the pain from my thighs and back, I was becoming aroused.
"Submit" She demanded, the voice coming from a distance. I couldn't
speak.

"Submit!Tap the grass if you can't speak" The demand came again.
I tapped the grass. Instantly my legs were released and Margaret sat
up straight. Looking down at me, again with her enigmatic smile on her
face she spoke softly. "Well that was round one. You didn't get the
proper treatment - you still have that to look forward to. This will
do to go on with in the meantime" Looking over her shoulder at the
mound in my shorts, she gave a chuckle,reached out and gave it a quick
rub before rising gracefully to her feet.

"I,m flattered Willie Boy, but don't worry, that happens quite a bit.
I like to take a rise out of the boys in one way and put one back in
another" She giggled again and I struggled to my feet.

This for me, was the first of many encounters with Margaret and I was
also priviledged to be a spectator when she dealt to others. It also
led to a life time interest in "straddle mania"

[del]

Thanks - I haven't seen this, but it is very similar to one I read a few years ago. Is it part of a series?

[bruce911187]

Originally Posted by del [Only Registered Users Can See LinksClick Here To Register]

Thanks - I haven't seen this, but it is very similar to one I read a few years ago. Is it part of a series?

It is.

[mixfightor]

Thanks for sharing it. I really look forward to the rest of the series, if you would be good enough to share them.

[james]

It's great - look forward to seeing the series posted here...

[bruce911187]

( Note this true experience story was not written by me)


After my experience of being straddled by Margaret, I was totally
enraptured by the experience. I literally couldn't wait for it to
happen again and of course it did; never when her parents were around
- for the good reason that the "piece de resistance" was usually a
good face sitting session. Not always however, but I knew when it was
coming as her eyes glittered with a intensity that spoke of great
"excitement".

She also began to learn Judo. This opened new doors for her as she was
then able to use a wider range of debilitating holds that drained the
resistance of her victims and enabled the humiliation part of the
process to begin! It also gave her some basic throws to get her victim
on to the ground; she usually used a leg sweep or a hip throw at which
she was particularly adept. Cleverly, if the opponent was bigger and
possibly stronger that she was, she used a arm bar or got behind them
to apply a strangle combined with a body scissor hold thus negating
any advantage that they may have had. Foolishly, I showed her about
the only wrestling hold I knew anything about - the headscissor, and
this too was added to her repertoire. Her strong thighs soon crushed
the resistance out of anyone. The arm bar however was her favourite;
raising her hips off the ground just enough to keep extreme pressure
on the elbow joint, she kept up the torment going for some time until
the boy [or girl sometimes] stopped writhing, squirming and threshing
around and sobbed their submission. Margaret then released the hold,
and with a contented sigh, mounted her victim and shuffled forward
until she had their arms pinned under her knees or shins and her
thighs clamped around their heads.

The humiliation session then started. Talking them in dulcet tones,
she told them of how long they could expect to be held there and what
little torments she was likely to inflict. The victim then threshed
and squirmed some more; Margaret rode them expertly, spreading her
knees wide to provide a stronger base until gradually the resistance
stopped. With a Madonna-like, beautific look of extreme rapture on her
face, she would then shuffle forward slightly for a full facesit.
This could last from a few minutes to much longer and with the benefit
of hindsight I now suspect that it depended on Margaret's orgasm! I
have no doubt that is what took place: her face became slack with
passion and the sudden tensing of her thighs gave the game away. [Too
young to realise that at the time I guess.]

I had the benefit of being both spectator and victim and it was a moot
point which was the more enjoyable. I have one last experience of
Margaret to contribute;Margaret versus the the bully Murray. coming up
shortly.

[bruce911187]

(Note: this true story was not written by me)

Although the events I have written of took place in the now so long
ago, the memory of them remains as fresh as if they had occurred last
week.

Margaret was quite simply, unique; over the years I have met other
girls and women who quite liked a fight or at least a tussle - one in
particular was a Judo black belt. She just liked to get the fight over
as quickly as possible, unlike Margaret, who liked to draw the process
out as long as possible and get maximum pleasure from it. Once, seated
happily on top of me, she said quite dreamily; "You know, my middle
name is Astrid. If I added an "e", it would spell astride!" She gave
a delighted giggle.

It is as if we males were all mesmerised. I made no secret of the fact
that I got huge enjoyment from either being a victim or being a
spectator. I am not sure about the other males from school or around
the neighbourhood; there were boys who were smaller and boys who were
bigger but it didn't seem to make any difference to the result. I
often watched from the sidelines after Margaret had enticed someone to
her private "arena" - a small grassy glade in a remote part of a local
park. There I watched entranced as she then dealt to her opponent.
Looking back, I think it was the expressions that she got on her face,
the angles that her body made, particularly when she got to the
straddling stage. Her little speeches that she gave to her securely
pinned victim, the almost exaggeratedly slow movements that she made
as she moved forward to facesit her opponent and then often the orgasm
that followed. Only I recognised this; she kept it well hidden and
only the biting of the bottom lip and vacant expression on her face
gave the show away!

It was in Margaret's little arena that I watched her "deal' to the
odious Murray. Murray was a bully. Quite simply, he was without any
redeeming features with the exception of his gorgeous, attractive,
sister who was as sweet as he was repulsive. The family had only
recently moved into the neighbourhood and in no time at all Murray had
become "public enemy number one". He had heard about Margaret and her
exploits and said sneeringly that "No little girl could do that to me
and survive" He made it quite it quite clear that sooner rather than
later, he was going to deal with the Margaret problem. Margaret was
told about this and giving one of her quiet smiles, said that she
would look forward to it and made sure that the message got back to
Murray. The stage was set for what was to follow!

End of part one.

[bruce911187]

(Note: this true story was not written by me)

The meeting between Margaret and Murray was arranged for a Sunday
afternoon. Brother George had been the go-between and it was with
great anticipation that we set out for the park and Margaret's Arena.
Margaret was wearing what I regarded as her "working clothes", a white
T-shirt and her trademark tight black shorts. She strode purposefully
along the street while George and I bought up the rear, a position
that enabled me to appreciate Margaret's firm,plump derriere and
powerful thighs. She was in high good humour; she had recently gained
her green belt at Judo and the previous evening, had tossed her father
over her hip whilst demonstrating her skills. Her mother had been
thrilled at her daughter's prowess [I was later to discover where
Margaret got her fighting instincts from]. Her father was somewhat
less enthralled, having landed heavily on his back.

Murray was waiting for us at the glade in the park that formed
Margaret's arena. "I didn't think you were coming" He sneered. "I've
been waiting for ages; but it did give me an opportunity to think
about what I am going to do to you"

Margaret smiled sweetly at him. "Don't worry, Murray" she said
poetically. "I wasn't going to miss this for quids. I have been
thinking about what I am going to do to you too. I hope that you have
a high pain threshold. That body of yours is going to be doing quite a
bit of threshing around I'am afraid". Removing her sneakers, Margaret
moved into the middle of the glade and beckoned towards Murray with
her hands. "Come on - let's be having you Muzza" She smiled sweetly at
him.

Murray moved towards her, discarding his jacket and shoes. Wearing
baggy shorts and a white vest, he leered at his slightly smaller
opponent. "Let's make this quick, and then I can deal with your glee
club over there" He said, pointing in our direction.

He rushed at Margaret,arms grasping. The two bodies merged briefly
before Margaret swept his legs from under him, causing him to land
heavily on his back. Margaret stood back, her head on one side, hands
on hips, laughing silently at him. Murray sprang to his feet, and not
heeding his previous lesson, ran at her again. This time he was able
to seize her around the waist and working his way behind her, tried to
lift her off her feet. Margaret, demonstrating her superb flexibility,
bent forward from the waist and reaching between her legs, grabbed his
right leg. Jerking upwards she sent him toppling backwards again
landing on his back. Again there was silent laugh and the hands on
hips. Murray struggled to his feet and approached her with more
caution. This time it was Margaret's turn to be the aggressor: she
moved with the speed of light and seizing him around the waist and
grabbing an arm threw him over her hip. It was sheer textbook
perfection; hitting the ground with a dull thud, Murray stayed there.

Margaret had meanwhile retained her grip on his right arm; sinking
quickly to the ground, she moved her legs into position and applied a
most efficient armbar. Gripping the trapped arm near his wrist and
with his elbow locked tight against her stomach, she lifted her hips
off the grass. Murray yelped with pain. Keeping the trapped joint
rigid, Margaret demanded his submission. There was no reply. She
jerked her hips upward and was rewarded with another, louder yelp.
He began to thresh, twist and squirm as his body began to move around
the grass; Margaret, balancing on her shoulders and head only, moved
with him and they resembled the hands of a clock as they turned slowly
around the grass. George and I yelled encouragement as Margaret thrust
her hips even higher. Murray yelled his submission; Margaret lowered
her hips and after giving us a sly wink, released his arm. Murray lay
still on the grass. With a contented sigh, Margaret came to her knees
and mounted him, facing his feet. Carefully trapping his arms under
shins she slid backwards and sat on his face. George and I were
entranced.

Margaret put he hands on her hips, and tossed her head to clear the
hair from hanging over her eyes. She began to speak to him in dulcet
tones. "Well Murray. I reckon that you are mine; You are going to be
under my bum for a wee while yet while I indulge in a little torture.
There's no doubt who's won, is there, when you have your bum on
someone's face - I finish most of my fights this way". She began to
wiggle from side to side and backward and forward; Murray began to sob
and the muffled sound began to fill the small glade. Summoning the
last reserves of his engergy, he kicked off with his feet and bought
his legs up, trying to snare her. With a loud slap, Margaret grabbed
his legs and trapped them under each armpit; leaning back slightly she
caused Murray's backside to point skyward. The muffled sobs increased
in intensity.

Looking towards us, Margaret winked."Now boys, I suggest that you look
the other way" She thrust a hand inside the baggy leg of his shorts;
Murray gave a muffled yelp. Margaret's hand carressed, tickled and
caressed. She spread her legs wider and at once I recognised the look.
She was enjoying the fruits of her victory; her hands moved faster
under Murray's shorts. His wails reached a crescendo and were mingled
with little gasps from Margaret. George had obediently looked the
other way, but I was mesmerised and not a little light headed.
Margaret removed her hand form Murray's shorts and released his legs
from their armpit prison. They dropped to the ground with a thud;
Margaret stood up, her face flushed and she was breathing very
quickly. It certainly wasn't exertion; Murray lay quite still, his
chest heaving and his tear stained face the colour of a beetroot. He
had been humbled.

Margaret stood with her hands on her hips. "Well, Murray boy. How did
you enjoy that? That was just a little demo of what I can do; any time
you want a repeat, just ask but I warn you, the sitting usually lasts
a lot longer than that"

Murray gradually got to his feet, gathered up his shoes and jacket and
without a backward glance, fled, a sadder and wiser boy.

End of part two

[bruce911187]

George and I were stunned over Margaret's performance and of how
quickly she had disposed of the rebarbative Murray. "Sis, I can't
believe it - you had your hand in his pants" George was
incredulous."It was meant to be punishment not pleasure"

Margaret grinned broadly. "It wasn't pleasure, it was humiliation! He
didn't even get hard. What could be more humiliating for a so called
tough guy like that to be pinned down by a girl and to have her bum on
his face and her hand in his pants. He won't forget that in a hurry"

George and I returned home in a thoughtful mood, while Margaret in a
mood of euphoria skipped along with the occasional cartwheel and
somersault.

This episode has remained imprinted indelibly on my memory for damned
near 35 years I guess. We remained friend and neighbours for another 2
years until Margaret moved away to attend University where he studied
physical education. I had many more fights with her and I saw her deal
to many more opponents both male and female; the closest and toughest
of these believe it or not, was a short, stocky brunette called
Rachael who appeared to have the same outlook as Margaret and was also
"hung up" on fighting without quite the same addiction to straddling.

Margaret was not stupid; all the boys she challenged and subsequently
fought were around her own age and size. Anyone too big or too old
was politely declined - although she did fight a smallish, middle aged
uncle on her back lawn and defeated him with great speed and skill. A
figure four headscissors did for him and with a small gathering of
relatives in attendance, no straddle was forthcoming.

I lost touch with her after her family shifted away but I believe that
she married and moved overseas. So ended an interesting period of my
life; Margaret was quite unique and sparked a minor "fetish" in my
mind that was to stay with me.

This brings to an end the Margaret chronicles

[bruce911187]

I remeber back to the late 80's when my friend and I were over the
playing field about 2 miles from our house near a rough council
estate.

The people there were a bit loud and hard to say the least! anyway
this one time we were watching two girls playing with an old broken
pram. We could see them pushing each other around in it and laughing,
we were draw toward them! When we got close we could see they were of
similar age to us, (16-17) they asked us "what you want, puffs?" we
could see they were quite stocky and a little taller than us, one was
average build with blond hair and the other had shoulder length dark
hair and was quite plump. I weighed about 8 stone my friend was a
little smaller at about 7, the smaller girl was aout 8 and the bigger
looked quite large. The bigger girl got off the pram and as she
climed out I could see she had a huge ass tightly crammed into black
jodpurs. I thought damn she must be 12 stone (which was a lot to
us). "Put the small one in the pram Sarah" said the smaller
girl, "Yes" said Sarah, "Grab him Shelly and I will" with that Shelly
(the smaller one) run at my friend. I laughed as he struggled and
they both oulled him towards the pram. "Help, he screamed obviously
scared, I went closer to stop them, the bigger girl (Sarah) Grabbed
my wrists and pushed me back, "keep out of it, were only playing" she
warned, she looked me straight in the eyes with a look of confident
control. I backed off and my friend saw this, "come on mate,(he
pleaded) please help!" by now they had him nearly squashed in the
pram head first with shelly sitting kind of on him holding him in. I
went over again "come on" I said "leave him alone" with that Sarah
turned to me a pushed me so hard I went about 5 steps back before
fallinf onto my back. Before I could get up Shelly shouted "go on
Sarah, get him!" Sarah dropped onto me straddling my stomach and
reaching for my strugging arms! Damn she was heave and as she got my
hands she repositioned herself heavily taking air out of my lungs as
she sat further forward. My friend and Shelly were standing over us
by now. "go on .use your judo moves" my mate suggested, with that I
gave a struggled buck but she just raised a little and sat back down
closer to up my chest. "I can't " I responded" "she's too heavy" with
this Sarah seemed to giggle and little and get more confident. "My
little prisoner now, what shall I do with you?" she teased.I was
embarresed and had gone quite red. "PIss off" I responed as I
struggled again. "Its no use struggling" she said "you belong to me
now!, you can be my private chair" again she laughed only louder. I
was angry now so struggled really hard. She rode the struggle with
her hands on her hips smiling, I knew I had no chance "Do you
surrender" she asked, "yes please let me go" "hands" she said I held
them out to her and she tucked one under each of her legs so her feet
had them trapped , withthis movement she slid right up onto my neck
and squeezed my head really tightly between her thighs. I was shaking
with embaressment, I felt red hot and thought I would cry. I was so
helpless, I thought she might sit on my face and kill me! "come on
now" my friend said "let him go" at least I think he was negotiating
my release as I only heard muffled noised as my head was nearly
covered with these tight thighs. The view was complete dominance, all
i saw were two tree trunk sized thighs trapping me. I was becomming
quite hot now, Sarah looked down and spoke to me but I could not hear
her. "Yes" I said "please what ever you want" I assumed she was
asking if I quit. With that she finally loosened the grip on my head,
I did'nt bother to struggle any more , her weight was taking its toll
and I was strugging to move my chest and breath. She turned the other
way still holding my hands and nealed accross me facing my waist. I
assumed she was goind to stand up, but to my horror she sat back down
on me only backwards. Now I really did put up a fight, this was going
to far, I was notgoing to be her toy thing. I got a hand free and
started to struggled then she just hovered back a little and droppped
her weight down on my chest and neck. "Now I got you" she said as she
tucked both my arms along the sides of my body and pinned them with
her legs!! I was completely helpless! she seemed to have not used her
full weight before cos now I could not even move to struggle! I felt
so humiliated yet I would do anything to get free from this
predicament. "Ok OK I give .. let me up" she laughed again and
repositioned further back "I'm just gettign comfortable" she replied.
I remeber thinking I too was beginning to feel comfortable (if still
really embaressed). Her bum was resting nicely on my neck and
pressing out into my chin and slightly on my face. "I can't beleive
your sitting on his face "Shelly said. My friend was just watching
speechless. "Will you do anything I say" Sarah said, "I suppose to "
I responed, "Good boy" she laughed "I might let you go within the
hour!" I remember my whole body was pinned I could not more a muscle
this girl had a clever technique. I thought I am so beaten now I will
do what ever she wants, theres no point in even trying to struggle
she's too heavy and too strong. After another 20 mins or so she had
an idea???? but thats all in the next part.