2 comments/ 67979 views/ 34 favorites My Lap is Free By: 630washington Feedback is extremely appreciated, you have no idea. I hope you enjoy. Every character in this story is 18 years old or over. **** Back in high school, the best aspect of running varsity cross country was far and away the shapes of the bodies - the girls had powerful thighs and thin stomachs, tight firm asses, and a surprising amount of breast. And they wrapped themselves in spandex. The memory of watching our seven fittest girls bend over on the start line from behind still makes me smile. The second best part was the annual Six Flags trip - every year we would load our varsity teams into two small white vans (one for girls, one for boys) and embark on the four-hour hike up to New Jersey. Invariably, tragedy struck. Sophomore year the county administration forgot to send one of the vans, and we were forced to wait six hours before a replacement was sent off. The next year our coach misplaced the paperwork and we all rode a Greyhound bus at last-minute prices. Senior year started without a hitch. We had two functional vans, and the paperwork allowing us to legally be there. The boy's van took the lead on I-95 with the girls right behind. We had a walkie-talkie system between the two and fucked around sending each other BS messages and jokes, one of the guys broke out a pack of cards, everything was going great. Best time of the year. "Our AC stopped working," we heard the girls coach say over the walkie-talkie. After that first issue, hell progressively broke loose. Their radio shorted out. The windshield wipers stopped functioning. And finally, the brakes cut out. "Get to the shoulder," my coach told her over the intercom. "Take your foot off the gas." We led the way, tires groaning on the uneven surface. Half of us stared ahead and half of us watched the girls. It took some time, but the white beast behind us eventually grumbled to a full stop. The coaches decided to squeeze everyone into the boys van. This meant a van made for eight would hold sixteen and all of our gear. Eyes wide and laughing, the girls hurried down the shoulder of I-95, clutching their bags and squishing in. Somehow, there was enough room for everyone to get butt-space on a seat, with only a single exception. Her name was Arelly. Arelly had gorgeous olive skin, the softest I had ever touched. And what an ass. When the seven girls bent over on the starting line, my eyes always homed in on her. With all the bags and boys and girls and coaches, there was absolutely no room for Arelly - the only solution she found was to lie across the laps in the back row, her head resting on one of the windows. Fortunately for me, I had the perfect position, and her runner shorts-clad ass rested right on my crotch. Through my own light shorts I could nearly feel her skin. "Everyone ready?" The fear of legal liability was plainly visible on my coach's face - the girls coach covered hers in tears. Starting a van from the shoulder of I-95 with sixteen occupants is a nightmare to which no public teacher should ever be subjected. Still, our coach managed it, and our van got off to a grumbling, rocky start. I say rocky because the van shook with every possible fluctuation of the ground. Poor Arelly was tossed around, instinctively clenching her asshole on every bump, rubbing against me. I tried and failed desperately to hold back, but I was hard almost instantly, and stayed solid the entire ride. At first Arelly held her body at an angle to avoid impaling herself. Every time she wiggled one direction a rush of blood would surge through me and she could feel the pulsation - and she would have to adjust again. Eventually she accepted her fate and held herself close, bracing against me for each bump in the road. I looked over at her only once - by complete accident, up until then I had been avoiding her eyes like the plague - she winked and gave a gentle gyration. I snapped my head straight ahead and refused to breathe. Though it felt like a lifetime, only twenty minutes passed before we reached the Delaware rest house. Both coaches now in tears, they ushered us out of the van. I snatched up my gym bag and held it firmly over the crotch of my pants. Almost immediately the boys and girls segregated themselves, with only the one gay guy breaking the rule. Half an hour passed before we grew bored, and in twos and threes mixed and matched, until it was dark and I found myself outside on the sidewalk with three of the girls, including Arelly. I never appreciated how slick her black hair was. Under the white fluorescent parking lot lights, strips of her hair glowed - and the parts that didn't were blacker than the night. Her body flowed, too. Her neat jawline etched into the curve of her neck like an artist's model. The line crested over each of her tits (unlike most cross country girls, Arelly was unusually gifted), around the curves of her waist, and traced each of her well-defined leg muscles. Right now, that what I wanted most, to hold those legs with my hands and feel each specific piece of her anatomy. Something told me there would be nothing smoother. "Hey kids!" An old man with a trashed white beard staggered over to us. "What're y'all talking about? Hello ma'am, ma'am" - he nodded to each of us, swinging his brown paper bag for emphasis - "ma'am, sir, hello, certainly a hell of a lot of you, aren't ya? Mind if I just, if I take a seat here for a sec." The man crashed down on his ass, rolling dramatically before recovering himself. He landed between Arelly and one of the other girls. "Sam, go," I told the girl next me, and the others stood up too. The man looked shocked. "Where y'all going?" Realization dawned, he nodded knowingly. "Want a sip?" I gently pushed Sam's back, and the other two girls followed. I faced the man, and shrugged. "Our coach called us inside, apparently the cops are coming." The man moved. He moved faster than any drunk old man had a right to move. Seriously, he hauled ass across the parking lot and into the woods on the other side, dirty plaid coattails swinging behind him. We said nothing at first. Then we looked at each other. Then we burst out laughing, doubling up. Sam fell on the ground. "Oh my god," she panted, "that was ridiculous. And so scary. I have to pee." Sam looked at me with a suddenly serious face. The bathrooms were around the back of the rest house, off towards the woods. "Will you come with me? I'd feel safer." "Sure." We got the key from the clerk and walked around the back together. After the laughter and the scare, the vastness of the parking lot muted reality. I felt Sam's arm slip through mine. "You were brave back there." "Thank you." I glanced down at our arms. "I was terrified." "Mm, you thought quick on your feet. I like that." I scanned Sam. A cute girl, shorter than Arelly, but not by much. She was Irish to the bone, except the fire in her hair had smoldered to a deep brown. She kept it short, too, barely past her chin, in a bowl style that cutely framed her face. And her lips - I had only heard the term Dick Sucking Lips last week, but I instantly saw what it meant. Her lips were thick and pink, and I could almost feel the softness. Sam grabbed my hand, and pulled me into the bathroom with her. She slid the door latch behind us and placed her fingers on my chest, gently pushing me back, until I felt solid wood push against my body. "Have you ever noticed the way I look at you?" she asked, smiling. Too much saliva had pooled in my mouth, I couldn't speak a word even if there were one I could think to say. I said nothing, and silence seemed to be the right answer. "I look at you a lot. You know, you have the cutest butt on the team." She stepped closer. The hand on my chest slid up, behind my neck, combing through the hair on the back of my head. Her other hand rested on my shoulder. She left her mouth an inch from mine, half-open. "Thank you." Then she came in. Softly. My lips opened for her, and we locked. Some of the sweetest lips I had ever tasted, I went in for more. And again. Soon I felt a welcome visitor slide into my mouth, slower than I would have ever anticipated. I closed my lips around her tongue just for a second, savoring her. After a few moments, she parted, and without looking up, repeated "thank you." Her hands went to my shoulders, to my arms, sliding down as she crouched. They came to a rest on the edges of my waist, fingering my waistband, fingering back and forth. Then down. Her eyes grew with shock for a second, and I swelled seeing the arousal painted on her face. She breathed my name, and took me into her mouth. All slowness from our kissing was immediately forgotten. Sam worked hard, and she worked fast. I was touching the back of her throat in an instant and she pumped in and out, one hand vigorously working my shaft. Once I was thoroughly slick she let me flop out of her mouth with a squelching sound, and tilted her head underneath, taking each one of my balls in turn. She moaned, loving the feeling. I gripped the top of her hair, letting my fingers slide into that thick brown sea, and pulled her up an inch. With my other hand I guided myself back into her mouth, and she accepted eagerly. I grabbed her hair harder. I pulled, hard, forcing her deeper onto me. Her throat resisted opening for a moment, pulsating around my dick, while she eagerly toyed with my testicles and moaned around the massive intruder in her mouth. And then I couldn't take it. Panting, I sprayed her throat, filling her mouth, the white cum never seeming to end. A thick river dribbled over her pillowy soft lips, and with one finger she delicately pushed it back in. Eyes locked, she paused for all of a breath, then swallowed the entire load. I smiled down at her. "No, thank you." — Our coach had secured a second van, and around midnight it rolled into Delaware to meet us. The boys and girls separated again. Within minutes everyone had drifted off to sleep, except for myself and my coach, I told him I was too wired. Which was true. My head was a mess of visions. Sam's throat, Arelly's ass - pulling that brown hair, fingering those olive legs. Neither of us spoke, too occupied in our thoughts. We arrived at the hotel with just enough to time to settle in and sleep for 3 hours, before piling back into our vans and running. I ran the best race of my life and came in sprinting through end, dominating the competition. They wrapped a medal around my neck. The entire team lifted me over their heads, cheering, and I felt two distinct squeezes on my ass. We spent the rest of the day at Six Flags. Groups separated almost randomly, I wound up with Sam, Arelly, and another guy. The four of us screamed on the rides, ate together, and waited in queues. That was the best part - it felt relaxed, waiting, and we had time to talk. All of us got along extremely well. Of course, I flirted with both of the girls. On rides I would grab their hands just before the big drop, and I would make sure our legs accidentally rested together. It was so high school, and so right. And at the end of the day, when we did double-stacked merry-go-round rides, with Arelly in my lap surreptitiously grinding her ass against me, I knew that day at the amusement park was the second best time of my life. The very best came later that night, back in the hotel room, when the hot water refused to come on in my shower. I went across the hall and knocked on Sam and Arelly's room. I wore nothing but a towel. "My shower's not hot, can I use yours?" "Of course," Arelly said. "Help yourself." The girls were on their bed, still in running spandex, giggling over a picture book. I couldn't help but notice the two incredible butts next to each other, rotating as the girls idly rocked. Arelly noticed me looking over and assumed I was confused. "You can use my shampoo. It's the purple bottle." I thanked her and got into the bathroom. Door closed, I dropped the towel, and admired myself in the mirror. It's rare I get the opportunity to use a full-length mirror, and I noticed it was true - I have an excellent ass. Plus a rather beautiful penis. I found myself taking longer than usual while scrubbing myself down. Everything was muted again, like I had slowed down. And I had - in my head, Arelly or Sam (preferably both) would come bursting through the shower to fuck me. Once a solid ten minutes had passed, I understood this was just fantasy. Sam sucked me off in the parking lot because she was grateful, she wasn't going to surprise blow me in the shower. If anything was going to happen, I would have to take the initiative. Leaving the water running, I gave my legs a swift pat-down, wrapped the towel around my waist, and stepped out into the main room. Only Arelly was there, still lying on the bed, ass still perfect. "Arelly, can you give me a hand?" "Sure," her eyes strayed to the front of my waist, right where the towel gently dipped, then snapped up. "What do you need?" "I can't figure out the heat," I told her, and she walked by me. As she passed I caught the lilac smell of her hair, and a second after I clamped her against the bathroom wall with one arm and grabbed her waist with the other. My mouth was on hers before she could even moan. Once she did, a deep throaty purr, her arms wrapped against the wet muscles of my back. The unsupported towel fell around my ankles. I felt her hand reach blindly down below, searching for my dick. When her hand connected she seized it. I attacked her mouth with a new passion, sliding my own down her jawline to her neck, lower, to her collarbones, hard and wet. She panted, trying to say my name, and I cupped one of her tits from beneath her shirt, running my thumb along the nipple. She reached for her shirt and pulled it over her head, I kissed her the second her face came back. For half a second I paused to take in what I had before me. This olive-skinned athlete with thick, healthy black hair and perfectly-shaped areolas. Every inch of her body begged to be sucked. She still had her cross country spandex shorts on, and I came in with both hands, cupping those perfect ass cheeks, squeezing them upwards, closing her body into mine. "Arelly, you do not know how long I've been waiting to do this." "You don't know how long I've wanted you to." Her arms around my neck, she looked up into me and smiled. I kissed her again, hard this time, pinning her head against the wall. She moaned around my tongue while my hands slipped along her waistband, exploratory fingers dipping deeper and deeper in. "Take them off," she breathed. I pulled them down just enough to not expose her clit. Then I took both hands, slid them underneath in the back and grabbed her ass harder than I ever had. She gasped, then moaned a long, long "fuck yeesss." I pulled her spandex to the ground. I woke something inside of her and she pounced. She leapt at me, powerfully, pushing me back into the shower. Both entirely naked, her hands focused on my dick, rubbing me deep, until I laid my hand on her shoulder and pushed down. She sank to her knees and, water pouring around us, accepted me into her mouth. Her mouth was much less practiced than Sam's and it was a struggle getting even a third inside of her. Still, the view was spectacular. A solid stream came down her back, beading from her longest strand of hair, and flowing down over her ass, so beautifully parted as she squatted, two of the juiciest cheeks spread out. I had to have her. "Arelly," I said down to her, and her full eyes met mine. Her tiny mouth, stretched wide around me, next to those deep brown eyes drove me wild. Then that full, luscious ass... I had trouble containing myself at that point, I had to push her off me. She stood again and brought her lips to mine, wrapping her arms around my neck. "Ready?" I asked her. She nodded. With my hands and her waist, I guided her to turn around, and lean over for me. She held onto the safety rail. Her legs spread, displaying her puckered asshole and gorgeous wet pussy for me. At first I just felt her ass. Hands running over and squeezing those cheeks, this is what I had been fantasizing every second of that bumpy van ride. Now it was here. Hands firmly around her waist, I lifted myself inside of her, feeling her body shudder, expanding to allow me in. After that, she wasted no time, taking control, pounding herself against me, breathing and moaning hard. Retightening my grip on her body, I joined her rhythm, forcing myself in, wet slaps of my pelvis slamming into her ass marking each thrust. I lost myself then. Time could have passed or not. Being inside of this beautiful girl, pressing against history's finest ass, it was a wonder I lasted any time at all. And entirely too soon it was time, I pulled myself out and came into the air. She spun around and slurped my ejaculating dick into her mouth, catching of much as my cum as possible. She swallowed, again and again, as my body pumped load after load into her. She relished every second of it, a natural-born cocksucker. Afterwards we toweled off, put on enough underwear to technically be clothed, and I finally got to just sit and feel those legs, every anatomical inch. What a great field trip.