Riding High, Part 3

By Rider, MountingUp@aol.com

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NOTE: This story contains material of erotic content and is

intended to by read exclusively by interested adults.

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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 Kowasaki 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 wriggled into her favorite tight naked jockey's position astride Joey's neck, to his obvious delight. But she only rode him for a moment before she unhooked her feet from behind his back and did a split with her weight centered precisely astride the back of Joey's neck, and reached down to grab his waiting hands. Joey pressed Tracy easily above his head, holding her steady, supported entirely by their straight arms.

"Well?" Carol inquired equably as though there was nothing special about the feat we were watching. I always think I know her strength, but she keeps surprising me anyway. I unhooked my feet from behind her back, spread my legs as far as I could, and reached down to grab her hands, and with absolutely no discernable effort she pressed me overhead. I felt a little unsteady balancing myself, but Carol, in her typical confident and unperturbable way, compensated easily for my imperfect balance. Only when Joey and Tracy looked as though they were beginning to tire, Tracy and I were lowered once more astride our partners' broad shoulders.

It was impressive and exciting, but Tracy and Joey weren't through yet. "Here's another one we like, and I know you will too," Joey commented. He shifted his rider in a series of moves until he was holding her above his head once more, steadied by one hand gripping her ankle while she rode the palm of his other hand like a saddle. To my astonishment, Carol had no problem at all duplicating Joey's sequence of moves, and there I was perched high above her head, riding the palm of her hand as her fingers caressed my balls gently. I felt perfectly secure in her hands (or astride one of them, to be more precise in this instance) despite my unprecedented elevation.

And then we were back in the pool again, cooling off in one sense but getting hotter at the same time by the sight of each others' trim, naked bodies gleaming with water in the sunlight. Joey and Tracy hooked up a volleyball net in the shallow end of the pool, and I guess I was a little disappointed to think that we were about to play plain old volleyball, even though there was really nothing I wouldn't enjoy doing with these very special friends. But Carol knew what was about to happen, all right ' there was that wonderful grin telling me that what was coming wasn't what I expected.

We played volleyball, but it was riding volleyball, with Tracy and me in a state of high erotic excitement riding Joey and Carol's shoulders. The riders served, but any of us could return the ball. A "horse" could also pop the ball up to a rider to be sent higher and farther across the net. We didn't bother keeping score. Who cared? The only rule that Joey and Tracy imposed was that whenever any team missed a return or sent the ball out of the pool, we switched partners. Joey seemed perfectly happy to have a naked guy with a major hardon riding his shoulders, and I found that riding him was pretty exciting too. My biggest problem, actually, was Tracy. She got so turned on that watching her astride Carol or Joey and wondering whether she was about to come took my mind off my game. Of course, I have to admit that the feeling of riding Joey's or (especially) Carol's shoulders naked didn't exactly help me concentrate on the game either. It was too exciting, and I don't think I could have kept score if I tried.

Eventually we gave up competing and just played around, but a lot went on underwater as well as on the surface. At one point Joey was leaning back against the edge of the pool, his eyes closed in ecstasy while Tracy rode his hips, her hands on his shoulders as she pumped and bucked frantically astride him. Carol read the expression on my face and kissed me. "Later," she said, and then suddenly disappeared underwater. The next thing I knew, she had swum between my legs, pressed my thighs astride her slim waist with her arms, and was breast-stroking down the pool with me riding her bare back. With every stroke the play of her muscles transmitted itself to me, increasing my excitement as I leaned forward instinctively to press my raging hardon closer into the groove of her spine. She ended up at the shallow end doing donkey calf raises in the water with me still riding her waist bareback, bareass, and excited as hell.

Somehow I found myself beginning to moan with excitement, dimly aware of the noises Tracy and Joey were making as they came closer and closer to climax. I knew that Carol and I would have plenty of time for lovemaking later, but my need was immediate and I couldn't stand to wait. Carol sensed it, and surprised me once more in an absolutely wonderful way. She simply flipped over beneath me, and suddenly she was supporting herself with her elbows back on the pool's rim. Her feet were planted on the floor of the pool, her knees were bent, her hips and torso were horizontal, her beautiful face was positively glowing with her glorious sunshine grin, and I found myself astride her chest, leaning forward with my hands on the pool's rim, pumping furiously between her perfect, firm breasts as she pressed them together to form a water-slick tunnel for my raging hardon as I rode her naked until I came, spurt after body-wrenching spurt, gripping her with my thighs and letting go with what seemed like a quart of cum. Finally I managed to return to reality, and Carol and I held each other and kissed warmly, lovingly, and part of my mind was thinking dimly about what swimming pools could tell if they could talk. We glanced at Tracy and Joey, who were still and quiet now, happy in each other's arms. Carol murmured in my ear. "Like I said, later."

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