A Long, Hard Ride

 My damn car wouldn’t start. I’d stopped for a Coke on the way out of town, and now I was screwed. I was a first-year frat pledge, a mere sophomore, and I absolutely had to make it to Norman for the Midwest Regional Track and Field Championship, the last big event for our university before the Nationals next week and then summer break, and now this.Before you get the wrong idea, I’m no athlete; no, I was working one of the concession stands as a fundraiser for the frat, and if I didn’t show, my ass would be toast. At the regional meet, each university gets to run a concession stand to raise money for various causes or programs; I’d committed to it to raise money for our fraternity. I HAD TO be there!All of us Oklahoma State Cowboys hated going to our arch-rival Oklahoma Sooners Stadium in Norman, but that’s where it was being held, and I was ninety minutes away with no transportation, facing a total fail on my responsibilities.I had jumper cables and tried to flag down someone to give me a jump, but so far I’d been ignored. When an older Toyota Avalon I recognized pulled in, I thought I was saved! It was Trevor Wilson, the president of our fraternity and a great athlete, with a car full of teammates and their girlfriends, undoubtedly on their way to the University of Oklahoma as well.He lowered his window. “Greg, what’s up? Shouldn’t you be halfway there already?”“I know! My car won’t start. Can you jump me?”“Sorry, we’re running late too. Tell you what, pile in and ride down with us.”I must have looked skeptical because I was; his car was jammed. In the back seat were Paul “Tank” Arthur, a shot putter and discus thrower. He was called Tank for a reason; solid and wide, his bulk took up nearly half of the seat.Alongside him was his girlfriend, Marsha “Booty” Fleming, no svelte figure herself. With wide hips, a plush bottom, and enormous jugs, the analogy I always thought of was “Rubenesque”. Tank called her his “big bouncy beauty with the juicy booty” (hence, Booty), who made no bones about the fact that she loved getting boned. The girl was perpetually, almanbahis unabashedly horny, but so was Tank.Crammed into what little was left of the backseat were Hank “Stretch” Barnes and his quiet, mousy girlfriend, Brenda Taylor, tucked tightly on his lap. Hank was a tall, skinny high jump stud and more than adequate at high hurdles as well, with his long legs. Brenda thought he walked on water; given the size of his feet, she may have been right.In the front bucket seats were the aforementioned Trevor, a top athlete and a sprinter who ran the hundred meters and was the 4 x 100 relay anchor and played football in the fall, and his girlfriend (and my heartthrob) the stunning and sweet Rachel Jones. Rachel is soul-achingly beautiful, with long, shining chestnut hair, sparkling brown eyes, a petite and perfect figure, and a smile that made me feel faint.Rachel looked like she was born to be the prototypical cheerleader; not coincidentally, she was one. She had no idea how I felt about her, of course, but was always kind to me, which did nothing to dampen my ardor.Trevor must have seen my doubtful look because he immediately took charge and started to rearrange things. “Greg, you’re short. Why don’t you ride in back? Stretch, you and Brenda move up front and slide the seat back so you’ll have room for those legs; you won’t do the team any favors if you can’t move when the meet starts.”He squeezed Rachel’s hand. “Rachel, baby, since you’re so tiny, why don’t you sit on Greg’s lap in the back seat?”The implications of his passenger juggling didn’t fully dawn on me until I’d slid into the back seat, passenger side, my hip pressed into Booty’s voluptuousness, and Rachel carefully settled herself onto my lap.The girl of my wet dreams, in her short little pleated cheerleader skirt and tight top, her warm, firm, perfect little bottom nestled snugly into my groin, her shining hair in my face, and something I hadn’t anticipated, her soft, incredibly sexy scent flooding my olfactory senses… for the next hour and a half! I was in deep trouble.She turned and looked at me almanbahis yeni giriş over her shoulder. “I’m not too heavy, am I?”“Umm, no, uh, you’re fine. I mean I’m fine. You’re not heavy at all, you’re…” I almost said ‘perfect’, which was true, but I stopped.As I trailed off, she favored me with her megawatt smile. “Well, good – but let me know if you get uncomfortable, okay?  I can always change positions or something, but for now, let’s enjoy the ride.” So saying, she wiggled and squirmed and settled herself more firmly into me, and I could almost hear the sound of blood rushing to my crotch. It was my wildest dream come true, Rachel riding my lap as I became aroused, but inside of my head, I was screaming, Nooooo!The reality, however, was that this was an erection that would not be denied.It grew. It thickened and hardened, swelled, and slowly worked its way upright, stretching my pants taut over it, and I thought again, for the umpteenth time, how often it’s a disadvantage to have a huge cock. An underendowed guy, or even one of average proportions, might harbor some hope that she wouldn’t notice. With a cock the size of her forearm, I had no chance of flying under her radar… or, more accurately, throbbing unobtrusively under her ass.Sure enough, she suddenly stopped wriggling and held very still, my bulge lodged in the heavenly valley between her cheeks. She slowly turned and looked at me over her shoulder, her eyes wide.Blushing crimson, I whispered, “Sorry,” praying she wouldn’t say anything. Best case, I’d be embarrassed and kicked out of the car in the middle of nowhere; worst case, Trevor would beat the crap out of me!She remained mum – but she didn’t pretend to ignore it or let me off the hook! Instead, she smiled at me, an evil smile that I didn’t know she possessed and rubbed her butt on my bulge. She then leaned back, whispered, “Wow!”, and stuck her tongue deep into my ear. Luckily, it was a brief oral/aural exploration or I might have come in my pants. Turns out, my sweet fantasy angel has a good bit of the devil in her too!She almanbahis giriş then leaned forward on the back of the seat in front of her and engaged in the flow of conversation in the car, chattering away with her friends like a little bird for the next twenty-five miles while subtly grinding her ass against my hard cock every inch of the way. In any other situation, I would have been in heaven; in the crowded car, I was sweating bullets and hoping nobody else caught on.I was also beginning to think that maybe, just maybe, I might endure the ride without spilling a load in my pants. About that time, she sat up straight, squeezing me between her muscular ass cheeks, then slowly snuck her right hand – the one toward the door – underneath her and began to explore my problem in great detail. Her hand traversed my length from balls to head and back, squeezing, stroking, fingering, teasing, torturing, and utterly demolishing my willpower… as well as my won’t power.This time when she whispered in my ear, she said. “OMG! Greg, you’re fucking huge!”I weakly whispered back, “Rachel, please…”She merely giggled, then leaned over and whispered something in Booty’s right ear. When Booty turned and stared at me, and then her eyes dropped to where Rachel rested on my lap, I had a pretty good idea what she’d been told; when she sneakily insinuated her hand beneath Rachel and into my crotch, where she firmly seized my balls and the thick root of my cock, I was sure.She whispered, “Fuck, Greg!” and began to fondle me. We still had almost an hour to ride, and I knew that if they continued there was no way I was going to make it without launching a load. They continued.I did long equations; I tried to remember Wordsworth’s poems and Shakespeare’s sonnets, word for word; I pictured the periodic table of the elements in detail and did other complicated, mind-involving, erection destroying things, but to no avail.I succeeded in holding out for another twenty minutes, Rachel giving me the world’s best but most subtle lapdance and Booty massaging my testicles, but when I came, it was a monster. I pumped and spurted and gushed. Except for one little squeak and a deep groan, I remained silent, but every muscle in my body was as rigid as my cock, and I leaned my forehead against Rachel’s back and came and came.