Hand Over Mouth in a Game of War

When I was a boy I had a friend named Rob who grew up in a large family. Rob had several older sisters. In fact he was the only boy, and he was the youngest in the family.

I suspect some of us when we were younger may have had an enlightening "encounter" with a sister of a friend. I know I did, with two of Rob's sisters. I've already told about the time Rob's sister Carolyn held my mouth, when I was 12 and Carolyn was 19 or 20. I also had another earlier hand over mouth experience, with Rob's sister Shannon.

This incident took place when I was 9. I was over at Rob's house and there were about a dozen of us playing war out in the back yard. Anyhow, I was captured by the other side and Rob's older sister Shannon was set to stand guard over me. She was 13 or 14, athletic, with long black braided hair and large smooth hands.

I got an idea, and Shannon was a tomboy so I thought it was worth a try. I said to her, "Don't you think you'd better keep me from shouting your side's secrets back to my side?"

She said, "How's that?"

I said, "What you'd better do is, clamp your hands tight over my mouth, and don't let me go no matter what."

"Okay." Shannon looked only mildly surprised. I was standing in front of her, and I turned around so my back was to her. Suddenly I found both of Shannon's large smooth strong hands clamped tight over my mouth, the palm of her left hand over my mouth and her right hand over her left hand with her thumbs crossed above the bridge of my nose.

"MMMMMMMMMMHH mmmmm, mmmmmh hhmmmmm mmmmm hmmmm MMMMMMMMHH!!" I tried to shout, but I could only make muffled meaningless groaning noises from behind Shannon's tight clamped hands.

"Mmmmmmm hmmmmmm mmmm MMMMMMMMM!" I tried to work my jaw and get my mouth open, but Shannon had her hands clamped down so hard over my mouth that I couldn't possibly open my mouth. I twisted my head back and forth, but she wouldn't let me go. I reached up and felt of Shannon's big smooth hands, so much larger and stronger than mine, I tugged and pulled and pried at her hands just as hard as I could. But a 13 or 14 year old girl is a lot stronger than a 9 year old boy, and I found that I couldn't possibly pull Shannon's hands away from my mouth no matter how hard I tried. She was just too strong for me.

Only if I made muffled screams too loud, Shannon would kick me in the back of my leg. She explained to me that she didn't want her mother to hear in the house and come out to check, because her mother might get mad at her for keeping her hands clamped over a struggling boy's mouth. That was also why Shannon was holding me facing away from the house. So after that I made noises but not so loud. And I kept twisting and reaching up and pulling on Shannon's hands and trying in vain to get my mouth open. It did no good, she just kept holding her hands tight over my mouth and there was no way I could escape.

The other kids kept on playing war while Shannon stood there with her hands clamped over my mouth for a long, long time. I kept squirming and struggling, "Mmmmm mmmmmh hmmmmmmm!" After a long while the game of war trailed off and the other kids began drifting away and going home.

At last only my friend Rob and his sister Shannon and I were left in their back yard, and Shannon was still holding my mouth and showed no sign of ever letting me go. In fact by this time she was tired of standing on her feet so long, and so she was lying on the ground on her right side, with me lying on the ground in front of her on my side, and with both her hands still clamped hard over my mouth. I was reaching up and tugging on her hands and going "Mmmmmmmmh!"

Rob said to his sister, "Shannon, let him go!"

She angrily shouted, "No!!!"

Shannon wouldn't stop holding my mouth, even though the game of war was over and everyone else had gone home. So Rob had to kneel down, and he and I both pulled hard on his sister's hands with all our strength, and together we just barely managed to pry her hands away from my mouth. She was trying to get her hands clamped back in place but I managed to slip my head down underneath her arms, and then Rob and I went running away quick before his sister could hold my mouth again.

I looked at my wrist watch. Shannon had been holding her hands over my mouth for 45 minutes.

After that I was always careful never to be alone with my friend Rob's sister Shannon. I always liked getting my mouth held, but it was plain she liked it a little too much, if you know what I mean. I was just a little nervous of finding myself alone with her, and then all of a sudden finding her hands clamped tight over my mouth, and with no one there to help me I knew I'd never be able to break free from Shannon's tight mouth hold, no matter how hard I'd wrestle and struggle to get away.