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 POST GAME ANTICS

   The four of us were heading home from an away game.  Fred was driving
his dad's car and Joan was snuggled up next to him, her head on his
shoulder, his arm around her.  Shirley and I were in the back seat.  Joan
and Shirley were best friends and cheerleaders.  The four of us had gone
out on two previous dates; the first time, bowling and the second date to a
movie.

   I was feeling depressed as we had lost the game even though Fred and I
had played well.  I was pretty quiet, lost in my mental replaying of the
game.

   "Penny for your thought", offered Shirley.

   "Oh, I was just thinking of the dumb things we did tonight.  We really
didn't play too well", I responded.

   "I thought you played very well", Shirley replied.  "In fact, I think
you should be rewarded for playing so well", she declared.

   With that, she slid over to her left, my side of the seat, reached up
and pulled my head down toward hers and planted an open-mouthed kiss on my
astonished lips.  I was very surprised at her actions.  This was only the
third time we'd been together and while I'd kissed her goodnight after our
previous two dates, that had been the extent of our affection toward each
other.  My surprise soon gave way to appreciative participation as she
parted my lips with her tongue, and began exploring the inside of my mouth
thoroughly.  She sucked my tongue into her open mouth and we began swapping
saliva and heavy breaths of air.

   I became aware of the beginning of a some discomfort in my groin as my
penis began to enlarge and get stiff.  There was no place for it to go as
my undershorts had it pretty well entrapped in the crotch.  After a few
more minutes of heavy breathing and some low moaning, Shirley grabbed my
left hand in her right one and pulled it to her right breast.  She had her
cheerleader sweater on, but I could feel the small, firm, mount of flesh
under the cloth.

   I began squeezing her breast gently while continuing to play sucky-face
with her mouth.  Suddenly I felt her right hand grabbing at my crotch.  She
found the bulge in my lap and began her own squeezing exercise.  I thought
I'd died and gone to Heaven; but, Shirley wasn't satisfied with the rate of
progress.

   She disengaged with a breathless, "Hang on a minute" as she put both her
arms behind her back, under her sweater.  I heard a couple of muffled
snaps, then she returned her left arm around the back of my neck and
reached down between my legs and resumed her rubbing of my now throbbing
cock through the fabric of my pants.

   "Go under my sweater" she instructed.  I fumbled my left hand under the
bottom of her sweater and touched the bare skin of her belly.  Slowly I
slid my hand up her smooth skin until I felt the bottom of her bra cup.  It
was loose as she had unfastened it in the back.  I slipped my hand under
her bra and captured her bare breast.  It was firm, but supple as I
squeezed it again in my hand.  She let out a gasp.  I found her nipple and
took it between my thumb and index finger, pinching it softly.  She moaned
into my mouth, her tongue frantically darting around mine.

   I felt her hand fumbling at my belt buckle; then the belt slackened from
my waist as she unclasped it.  I began lightly brushing her stiffened
nipple with my fingertips, then pinching it, then tugging at it before
returning to the fingertip brushing.

   She had unbuttoned my pants at the waist and had tugged the zipper down
as far as she could.  She reached in and felt my swollen organ through my
soggy crotch.  She didn't want anything clothing between her fingers and my
genitals, so she slid her hand into the fly of my shorts and freed my
cramped dick from its prison.  It sprang out into her open hand, throbbing
with a noticeable pulse.  She squeezed it and clear fluid oozed from the
opening.  She smeared the lubricant all over the head of my cock and down
the shaft, continuing to milk more liquid from the well until she had the
entire organ glistening with slippery pre-ejaculate.

   She then began a slow, feathery, up and down motion of her loosely
clenched fist around my rigid dick.  I pulled my hand down from her breast
to the bottom of her sweater and pulled her sweater up above her breasts,
moving my mouth down to her belly.  Sticking my tongue in her navel, I
began flicking it around and in the indentation.  I could feel her
abdominal muscles jerking and twitching as I licked my way up her belly to
her breasts.

   At this point we were no longer hugging each other.  Both of us had both
arms free.  Shirley had slowly been pushed into a semi-prone position
between the back of the seat and my body.  I had both of my hands and my
mouth working on her breasts.  My flicking fingertips had been replaced by
my flicking tongue.  Shirley was moaning audibly now.  I briefly wondered
what Fred and Joan were thinking of what was going on in the back seat, but
then decided "The hell with it." I really didn't care enough to stop what I
was doing.

   I could feel myself on the verge of an orgasm, so I tried to force
myself to think of something else.  Anything except what Shirley and I were
doing to each other.  It was damn near impossible as she began to increase
the tempo of her pumping as well as the tightness of her grip.

   "Slow down", I begged her.  "I'm going to come if you keep it up." She
stopped jerking me off immediately.  She let go of my penis and grabbed my
right hand from her breast and pulled it down into her lap.  When I didn't
react immediately, she put my hand under her skirt on her upper, inner left
thigh.

   I continued to suck on her left nipple while I slowly slid my hand up
her leg until I felt her sodden panties.  I slipped my hand under the
elastic and moved up into her damp bush.  I traced her swollen vulva down
until my fingers were stopped by the seat cushion.  Then I started up the
crack, my fingers gliding on her slippery moistness.  Shirley's breathing
had grown heavy and somewhat irregular.  Every few moments she would inhale
sharply and exhale with a moan escaping from her throat.

   She had forgotten about my cock, so it was standing at attention, waving
around as my body shifted, lonesome and unattended for the time being.  I
was just as glad as I still felt that I was ready to explode at any minute.
The dual sensations of Shirley's erect nipple in my mouth and her dripping
cunt under my hand were making my erection larger and harder even without
Shirley's hand around it.

   I gently slipped my middle finger into her crack, then pushed it slowly
past the inner folds of her vulva into her vagina.  She gasped, "Oh, yes!'"
I eased my finger in up to the first joint and then, slowly, withdrew it.
Her virgina was tight around my finger, but she was so wet it was going in
easily.  I pushed it in again, this time a little harder and deeper.  It
felt as if the walls of her vagina were clamping down on my digit in a
desperate attempt to keep it imprisoned inside her.  Then I withdrew it
more quickly and jabbed it into her even harder and further.  I began a
rhythmical thrusting into her warm, wet cave up to my knuckle.  She began
thrusting her hips upward to meet my penetrating finger.  In a matter of a
minute, or so, I could feel her stomach muscles contract and spasms began
rippling the length of her passage.  Her vagina walls clamped around my
thrusting finger making it feel as if it were being sucked off.  She turned
her head into my shoulder and began to whimper and moan as she climaxed
again and again.  Finally, she gasped, "OK!  Please stop!  Enough!  I'm
done."

   I withdrew my hand from beneath her panties and began to pull them down
thinking I'd remove all obstacles to my burying Caesar in her fiery pit.

   "Don't do that!  Please, don't.  I don't want you to put it in.", she
whispered into my ear.

   "Oh, Shirley, please.  I've got to.  I can't stop now.  Let me just put
it in a little bit...just for a few seconds", I pleaded.

   "No.  Just wait a minute.  I'm not finished with you, yet", she said.

   Pushing me back, she straightened back up to a sitting position.  She
then reached over and took my dripping dick in her hand.  Repeating her
lubrication ritual, she again began to pump my organ, slowly and gently at
first.

   "Relax and enjoy it", she instructed.  I thought how ridiculous that
sounded: relaxation while being brought to climax was something I thought
impossible at that age.  However, I did enjoy it.  It was obvious that this
wasn't Shirley's first hand job.  She varied the tempo and pressure of her
hand.  She was alert to the signals my body was sending as it began to send
the first load up the tubes for firing.  She pinched down hard at the base
of my penis, effectively short circuiting the ejaculation of spermatozoa.
Shirley began her magic once again and, again, brought me to the brink
of ejaculation before pinching it off.  By this time, I was in a state of
near delirium from a combination of having expended a lot of energy playing

basketball and having been put through the wringer by Shirley.

   "Please, Shirley, let me come.  I'm going to explode, or pass out," I
begged.

   "OK, chicken," she said.  "You got it.  Standby for blastoff!"

   With that she resumed the piston-like motion of her fist wrapped around
my cock.  This time, however, she did not stop as she felt my orgasm begin.
Instead, she quickly bent over and took the head of my cock in her mouth.
She kept on stroking as I erupted into the most intense orgasm I had ever
had until that time.  It seemed like I would never stop coming.  Shirley
seemed determined not to let a drop escape onto Fred's dad's back seat. 
She did not suck my penis, nor did she swallow any of my come.  She took
some Kleenex tissue out of her purse and deposited what she had in her
mouth into the tissue.  Then she took additional tissues and cleaned my
genitals as best she could.

   "You didn't have to do that for me", I whispered into her ear after I my
breathing and heartbeat settled back to normal.

   "Oh, yes I did," she told me.  "I'm not finished yet.  I want you to do
that to me now," she stated.

   With that she pulled me down on top of her and pushed my head down
between her legs.  She lifted her hips, briefly, while she slipped her
panties down to her knees.  I pulled them the rest of the way to her ankles
and then over her bobby socks and Nike's until they were free of her legs
and bunched in my hand.  I then began licking her lips and pushing my
tongue into her still-wet slit as far as it would go.  After a few minutes,
Shirley grabbed my head in her two hands and pulled it up higher on her
pelvis, putting my flicking tongue in contact with her clitoris.  Within a
minute she began gyrating her hips and her breathing became irregular and
heavy.  She had my head grasped firmly in both of her hands and was holding
it hard against her pelvis as she ground her pussy into my face.  She
emitted a shriek., followed shortly by her second orgasm of the night. 
Spasm after spasm shook her body.  It seemed as if she came for five
minutes, although I'm sure it was only for 15 or 20 seconds.

   Finally, she gasped "Enough!" and pushed my head away.  After resting
for a few minutes, she removed even more tissue from her purse and cleaned
up both of us as best she could.  She had just finished when Fred pulled up
in front of her house.  We hopped out and I walked her to her front door.
We shared one, last, lingering goodnight kiss before she floated into her
house.  It was only after I got back into Fred's car, that I realized I
still had Shirley's panties bunched up in my hand.

   The next day Fred and I were talking about what had happened the
previous night.  He confessed that the noise of our lovemaking had gotten
Joan so hot, she had taken his cock out of his pants and gone down on him
even as he was driving.  It's a wonder we didn't get into an accident!