Riding High, Part 3 By Rider, MountingUp@aol.com Part three of the riding story. ************************************************************** NOTE: This story contains material of erotic content and is intended to by read exclusively by interested adults. ************************************************************** After all the excitement of the morning we ended up climbing out of the pool, drying off in the sun, and going out for lunch. Of course, we dressed first. There was room for all of us in Joey's car, but Carol demonstrated yet another talent and read my mind. "We'll follow you guys," she announced, looking sidelong at me as though she just plain knew that I was hoping for another ride on her enormous Kawasaki motorcycle, straddling the bike behind her, which was how we got out here in the first place. Back in our shorts, we went outside, and I watched the play of muscle in Carol's bare thighs as she swung astride the deep saddle and started the engine. Then I mounted up behind her as she leaned forward, and once again found myself riding the vibrating monster, leaning on Carol's back with my thighs clasping her trim butt, my cock fitting perfectly in the groove of her iron-hard buns, smooth in the brief black gym shorts. One of the things I love about her is that although she's strong enough to reduce just about anybody to hamburger she has a warm, generous nature and gets real pleasure from giving pleasure to others, especially the kind her beautifully proportioned, muscular body was giving me on our prosaic little trip to a nearby diner. When we all arrived I decided it would be a good idea to pull my tee shirt out of my running shorts and let it cover the evidence, so to speak, of my ride with Carol, but it probably didn't matter. Carol herself draws stares like a magnet wherever she goes, especially dressed as she was in brief shorts and a tight cutoff tee shirt, that I doubt very much that anyone would have noticed any outstanding details about the front of my own gym shorts. Carol would draw stares even if she were dressed in a potato sack. During lunch I got to know Tracy and Joey better. I knew she was a gymnast, but I didn't know that she and Joey had been cheerleaders both in high school and college. Their common interest, not surprisingly, was the straddle lifts, which both found exciting and motivated them to excel as cheerleaders in public, partly because they did quite a bit of practicing in private. They explained candidly (and cheerfully, of course, being cheerleaders) that they liked to incorporate straddle lifts in their lovemaking, and that Joey liked to lift Tracy to his broad shoulders, where she would ride him naked, straddling the back of his neck, moving around as he moved beneath her, and he'd be hot and ready by the time he got her to cum astride him. Then they'd go on to other things (they didn't go into detail about that part.) Tracy said that wasn't as unusual as it might seem; she had a friend at college, a petite brunette named Jill with a great figure, who turned out to do exactly the same thing with her own boyfriend when they made love. Soon after lunch we were back at the pool, where we stripped for more action, but before we jumped into the water Joey and Tracy gave us a little demonstration of some classic cheerleader lifts. Their strength and balance made it all look easy, but I knew it took quite a bit of skill as well. Carol and I, sitting on the lawn, were an appreciative audience, and applauded as Tracy did a series of backflips on the lawn in the direction of Joey, who was facing away from her, leaning forward from the hips with his arms spread wide, and ended up with a jump that brought her astride Joey's waist with her own arms extended, her naked crotch fitting perfectly in the dip of her partner's bare back, her feet hooked back behind his thighs. Carol gave me a look, and flashed that glorious sunshine grin of hers as she stood up and leaned forward, copying Joey's position. "If you're expecting a bunch of backflips, forget it," I told her, "but don't go away. Please!" I stood up, ran a couple of steps, and did a neat rump-jump, landing astride Carol's slim waist, and wiggled into position astride her back, a mirror image of Tracy, my feel hooked behind Carol's powerful thighs. Of course we didn't look EXACTLY like Tracy on Joey's back. For one thing, my cock, resting in the groove of Carol's spine, began to respond to the feel of her smooth skin between my naked thighs, and was growing rapidly. When they saw us copying their moves, Tracy and Joey showed us some more cheerleader lifts we could emulate, although at first I didn't believe it possible. Wrong. I should have known that with Carol's enormous strength and innate sense of balance she could lift me any way at all even if my own balance left something to be desired. Tracy slid off Joey's back and stood in front of him with her hands on his shoulders, his hands on her hips. Together they flexed their knees, and a moment later Tracy was high in the air, balanced horizontally on Joey's outstretched arms. Carol was perfectly ready to try it, and to my amazement we got it the first time, although I had a feeling that I was about to land on my head. Then Tracy and I were back on the ground, and Joey said "Here's an easy one I know you'll enjoy." Tracy stood in front of him, their hands joined, and again they flexed their knees together. Tracy kept her arms straight, and jumped high in the air, doing a sideways split as Joey ducked his head between her legs and brought her slowwwwwlllllyyy and sensually down astride the back of his neck, where she wrapped her legs around his sides and hooked her feet behind his back, high under his arms. Carol and I watched carefully, and duplicated their motions. I couldn't manage a split like Tracy's, of course, but I didn't care. I felt an electric thrill as Carol lowered me slowly astride her muscular neck and I felt her broad shoulders meet my naked buns as she brought me to my favorite riding position astride her, and I wrapped my legs around her sides and hooked my feet behind her back as Tracy had done. My hardon was perfecting itself as I wriggled into position, and was rewarded by Carol's movements of her neck and head as she made sure that my crotch was tight against her, my inner thighs clasped around the sides of her neck. I was dimly aware of the slightly distant, ecstatic expression on Tracy's lovely face as she wiggled into her favorite tight naked jockey's position astride Joey's neck. But she only rode him that way for a moment before she unhooked her feet and did a split with her weight centered perfectly astride his neck, and reached down to grab his waiting hands. With little visible effort, Joey pressed Tracy above his head, both of them joined by straight, locked arms. "Well?" Carol inquired equably, as though there was nothing special about the feat we were witnessing. I always think I know her strength, but she keeps surprising me anyway. I unhooked my feet, spread my legs, and reached down to grab her hands - a good thing, too, because balancing only on my crotch astride the back of her muscular neck was distracting enough to affect my equilibrium. With absolutely no effort that I could detect, she pressed me overhead. I felt a little unsteady, but Carol, in her confident and unflappable way, compensated automatically for my unpracticed balance. Then, simultaneously, Tracy and I were lowered again astride our partners' broad shoulders. It was very exciting, but Tracy and Joey weren't through yet. "Here's another one we like, and so will you," Joey assured us. He shifted his rider in a series of moves until he was holding her above his head once more, steadying her with one hand on her ankle while she rode the palm of his other hand like a saddle. To my delighted astonishment, Carol had no problem at all duplicating Joey's succession of moves, and I found myself high above her head once more, but now riding the palm of her hand while her fingers gently caressed my balls. She held my ankle as Joey was holding Tracy's, and as always, she made me feel perfectly secure despite my unprecedented elevation. And then we were back in the pool once more, cooling off (in a sense) but made even hotter at the same time by the sight of each others' naked bodies, sleek and gleaming with water. Joey and Tracy began hooking up a volleyball net, which made me feel a little disappointed. I figured we were about to play plain old volleyball, and though I couldn't think of anything that would not be fun to do with these special friends, it seemed a little like an anticlimax. But Carol guessed what I was thinking. That wonderful grin told me that what was coming up would not be what I was expecting. We played riding volleyball. Tracy and I, in a state of high erotic excitement, were once again mounted on our partners' shoulders, naked and eager jockeys astride the powerful, muscular necks whose movement between our bare thighs brought us again to a state of really high arousal. The riders served, but any of us could field the ball; a "horse" could send it across the net or pop it up to his or her rider to be sent higher and further across the pool. We didn't keep score. The only rule was that whenever we missed a return, or the ball went out of the pool, we switched partners. Joey seemed just as delighted to feel a guy with a hardon riding his shoulders as he was with the lithe form of Tracy astride him, and I found that riding him was pretty exciting in its own way. My biggest problem, actually, was Tracy. She was so turned on that watching her astride Carol or Joey and wondering whether she was about to cum took my mind off my game. Of course, what I was feeling between my thighs had the same effect, as the two big bodybuilders thundered around the pool with us mounted firmly astride them, riding their shoulders with our legs clasped tightly around their sides. Eventually we gave up the game and just played around, but it turned out that there was a lot going on underwater. At one point Joey was leaning back against the edge of the pool while Tracy rode his hips, her hands on his shoulders, her eyes closed, and an ecstatic smile on her lips. Carol read the expression on my face and kissed me. "Later," she whispered, and abruptly disappeared underwater. The next thing I know, she had swum between my legs, pressed my thighs astride her slim waist with her hands, and was breast-stroking across the pool with me riding naked astride her bare back, my hard cock nestled in the groove of her spine. With every stroke, the play of her muscles between by thighs increased my excitement. When she reached the other side of the pool she started doing donkey calf raises with me still riding her narrow waist bareback and bareass, and excited as hell. I figured that Tracy and Joey must have worn themselves out by now, and so I was surprised when Tracy popped up behind us. "How about some pyramids?" she suggested cheerfully. Carol agreed readily, but I didn't say anything because most of my attention was on the motion between my bare thighs as Carol moved up and down doing her calf raises. "Four high," Carol suggested, standing up abruptly and dumping me back into Tracy's arms. "Stay right there," Tracy ordered as she steadied me on my feet, and then disappeared underwater, ducked between my legs, raised her neck up between my thighs, and lifted me on her shoulders. I hadn't expected this. Despite her small size relative to my own, she had no trouble at all carrying me astride her neck. I instinctively wrapped my legs around her sides, and hooked my feet behind her back. It felt really good, very different from riding the taller, broader Carol and Joey. For one thing, the top of my hard cock poked an inch or so above Tracy's head. "You feel pretty hot up there, cowboy," was her comment when she felt my hardness against the back of her head. I think I mumbled something unintelligible, but I don't remember what. Then Carol moved in front of us, with her back to us, and squatted down in the water as Joey helped to keep us stable as Tracy mounted Carol's waiting shoulders to straddle her neck. Carol stood up carrying us with no sign of strain, and again I marveled at her sense of balance that made me feel completely secure riding Tracy's shoulders. Joey moved behind us to complete the pyramid. I sensed that Carol was standing with her feet apart, as Joey ducked between her thighs and stood up with Carol riding his shoulders with her powerful thighs astride his neck, grasping his sides with her legs. Unfortunately, Joey couldn't quite keep his balance for long, and the whole structure ended up toppling into the pool. "Oh well," he conceded, "maybe four high is a bit much." But there it was again - that magical, infectious grin lighting up Carol's beautiful face like the sun coming up, a sure sign of her confident expectation of enjoying something special. "Let's try that one more time," she said. And once more I found myself riding Tracy, delighting in the feel of her neck high and tight in my naked crotch. But this time, at Carol's direction, Joey picked us up by raising Tracy on his shoulders. "Lock your legs in tight, you guys," Carol ordered, and Tracy wrapped her strong legs around Joey's sides, working herself into a tight position astride his neck, and I wiggled into position on Tracy's shoulders so that I was riding her securely, her neck tight in my crotch, her head caressing my now rock-hard cock, and my legs clasped around her sides and my feet hooked behind her back. Then I felt the three of us rising smoothly as Carol picked Joey up on her shoulders from behind, guiding his legs around her sides and holding him firmly in place, and proceeded to carry the three of us clear across the pool without the slightest stagger, compensating with her superb sense of balance for any lack of balance on the part of the three delighted naked riders stacked on her broad shoulders. I very nearly came astride Tracy's neck, but it was Carol's extraordinary strength that made me so excited. And finally we dried each other off (which was fun for both couples) and went back into the house. There was no question of Carol and me leaving; it was understood that we were staying over. When we were alone, Carol stretched out luxuriantly on the bed as I stared at the muscular perfection of body that excited me as much as her delightful personality, intelligence, and generosity of spirit that made her so attractive as a unique and desirable human being. She reached out casually and grabbed my arm, pulling me down beside her, and we shared a long, searching kiss. Then, as so often, she took me by surprise. "You've never felt my abs, have you?" she inquired, and I stroked her beautifully defined midsection, ridged as though it were drawn with india ink. "No, not that way," she said. "Straddle me." Of course, that was an invitation I wasn't about to refuse. I knelt astride her narrow waist and lowered myself astride her, as she brought her feet in, raising her knees, and began doing situps on the bed. It was like a living saddle rippling between my thighs, exciting me even more than the previous events of the evening. She sensed my delight; to be honest, she could see it clearly, as the evidence was poking into her cleavage each time she tightened her chiseled abs and sat up. She grinned as she pulled a pillow behind her shoulders. "Move up a little and I'll give you a ride in the valley. My tits are really sensitive and I love doing this." She didn't wait for my answer, but simply reached behind me and pulled me toward her so that I was astride her chest with my throbbing hardon covered by her generous, firm breasts, which she pressed together to form a smooth, tight tunnel. For awhile I rode her, my hips pumping and my shaft sliding between her bountiful boobs, to her obvious delight as well as mine. But soon she surprised me again. "Now I want to give you a ride I'll bet you've never had before." She made me slide down her chest, back across those wonderful abs, and down across her hips until I was astride her phenomenal, powerful thighs, which parted just enough so that I could enter her. It felt wonderful! "Hook your feet under my calves," she ordered, "and hold on!" Carol arched her body, raising her hips clear off the bed, carrying me with my full weight astride them. At the same time she tilted her pelvis so that I felt myself penetrating her to the limit. She began moving up and down, and I instinctively matched her motion with thrusts of my hips, riding her with my hands caressing her firm breasts (and keeping my balance at the same time). Her breathing became faster, not from the effort of raising me up and down astride her bridging body but from her rising excitement. And soon I began to feel a spring coiling tightly somewhere within my pumping hips, and I was riding her more and more wildly until I couldn't hold back any more, and I exploded inside her just as she went suddenly rigid with her hips high in the air, shuddering in her own orgasm simultaneously with my own. And still I was held in the air, spasming astride her beautiful, shuddering muscular body until she finally sank back on the bed, and we kissed again as I lay astride her, still joined, and I felt that there could never be anything beyond this, ever. Of course, I was wrong. Carol is always full of surprises, and although those surprises kept us from getting a lot of sleep that night, somehow I didn't mind, not even a little bit.