Ultimate shoulder rides

Here's another WOM story I found on the Web: two riders having fun with their devoted pony slaves.

David

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“Last one to the old oak is a stinky rotten egg!” Caitlin taunted and ploughed through the waist deep water, laughing.  She lifted her knees high as she ran.  The lazy ride to Crescent Lake had been pleasant.  The women had tied up their mounts and gone for a swim.  Lucky and Big Boy stood in the shade but hobbled and securely tethered to a sturdy tree, up from the narrow beach.  Bright sunshine illuminated the brilliant afternoon.

Grinning, Beth screamed her defiance and charged after Caitlin, water dripping from her naked body.  “To the old oak and back!  And you’re the rotten egg!”  The water streamed from her body as she emerged from the neck-deep water.  The bottom was slippery and her footing was precarious as she charged up the bank.  The water formed droplets in the neatly trimmed bush that crowned her sex.

Big Boy heard the noise and tried to turn toward the commotion.  A short chain hobbled his ankles.  His lead was tied to a sturdy tree branch and he could not turn his head far enough to see very much.  He could turn only so far to see Lucky standing hobbled beside him.  Lucky also had heard the noise.   Big Boy pulled against the sturdy branch,  and only then he saw Caitlin and then his mistress, Beth, burst up off the bank and sprint toward him.  Both were stark naked.  Their wet hair, blonde and brunette, lay plastered to their laughing faces.  Water ran from their dripping, very female bodies.

Caitlin was the larger of the two women, athletically built and blonde.  The sun had lightened her hair a shade or two.  Blonde also, but a shade darker, was the patch of golden hair between her thighs.  Beth was dark and petite.  Her small, wiry frame could scarcely contain her immense will.  Their soft breasts jiggled when they ran.  Caitlin’s breasts were larger than Beth’s.  Their shapely legs devoured the distance, but Caitlin’s height and longer stride gave her an initial advantage.

Caitlin reached Lucky first.  In a flash, Beth knelt before Big Boy and released him from his hobble.  Her bare back, cold and wet, pressed briefly against his bare muscular thigh.  Big Boy looked down and the rounded line of her heart-shaped buttocks made him tremble.  She was so far beyond him, yet he ached terribly for her.

“Mount!” Caitlin called first.  Her one step head start and her longer strides had stood her in good stead.  Lucky knelt and Caitlin, holding his lead, leaped onto his shoulders.  “Up! Up!” she urged.

“Mount!” Beth followed urgently, a fraction of a second later. His ankles free, Big Boy knelt.  His left knee touched the ground.

Beth grabbed a handhold on his bridle, stepped up on his brawny right thigh, and swung her left leg over his neck.   She threw herself up on his shoulders.  The smooth skin of her tight thighs pressed cold and wet against his shoulders.  Her dense thatch of pubic hair scratched the back of his neck.  “Up! Up, you motherless bastard!” she yelled fiercely, and then kicked him as hard as she might with the bare heels of her petite feet.  “Run!”

Big Boy rose to his feet gracefully and powerfully.  He barely felt Beth’s bare heels when she kicked but he understood her urgency.  He loved to run and he loved to please his mistress.  Nothing mattered to him as much as Beth’s praise.

Big Boy ran, though without her spurs or even her hard-heeled boots, he hardly felt her heels.  Big Boy ran and Lucky ran beside him with Caitlin up on his broad, strong shoulders.  Their fine riding leathers, boots, crops, and spurs lay forgotten on the riverbank.
Beth grabbed hold of his bridle.  She hunched
forward, urging Big Boy to greater speed.  Her soft breasts pressed against his head. Big Boy ran.  His skin grew hot and slick with perspiration.  Lacking crop or spurs, Beth’s breath seared his ear as she urged him hoarsely to ever-greater speed.  The familiar floral scent of her soap and perfume filled his head with her ineluctably feminine essence.

Big Boy ran.  An experienced rider, Beth kept her seat securely and rose and fell with his rhythmic strides.  In the corner of his eye, Big Boy could see her rounded breasts bounce as he ran.  He imagined how soft they would feel against his cheek.  Her nipples and areola were prominent and dark and begged for his lips.

Big Boy ran.  He had given his life and strength to Beth’s service.  He held nothing back.  Beth’s naked body pressed against his shoulders and neck.  The coarse thatch of dark hair that concealed her sex scratched against his sweat slick skin.  Beth squeezed his strong neck between her shapely thighs and Big Boy ran. 

Lucky ran beside him stride for stride.  His mistress demanded speed and he would not give up so easily.
Beth’s sex was hot against Big Boy’s neck.  The wetness at this point of contact increased and dribbled down Big Boy’s muscular back.  Beth sighed aloud and pressed herself yet more firmly against him.  Big Boy ran.  A new element now spiced the clean scent of Beth’s perfume.  The old oak neared.

Caitlin and Lucky reached the old oak first.  Big Boy cleared the old oak a stride behind and Beth yanked hard on his left rein, bringing him smartly around the tree.  Beth ducked quickly to avoid a low hanging branch as she cut well inside of the taller Caitlin and Lucky.

They turned back to the lake and Big Boy had the lead.  The scent of victory gave him added strength.  Beth’s familiar weight was next to no burden.  Big Boy lost himself in his motion as his powerful legs pounded the turf.  His great chest rose and fell as he breathed deeply.  The rhythmic pressure on Big Boy’s neck began once again.  Her graceful legs gripped him ever more tightly, squeezing and releasing.  The wetness on his neck became more pronounced.  Beth’s verbal encouragements ceased.  Her breathing became hoarse and her movements became more urgent.  Her scent betrayed her growing arousal.

The lake came into view.  Big Boy’s long stride quickly devoured the distance.  Lucky ran valiantly.  Breaths came with more difficulty now.  Caitlin, like Beth, had neither lash nor spur and still Lucky offered her all his strength.  He trailed now by two full paces.  He wanted to win.  He sensed his mistress’ desire to win and did not want to disappoint her.

Suddenly, Beth jerked and groaned as a first climax took her.  Inadvertently, she pulled back hard on the reins, bringing Big Boy to an abrupt stop right on the bank.  Caitlin and Lucky charged past them into the lake.  Greedy for pleasure, Beth pressed herself hard against Big Boy, suddenly oblivious to the race and everything else.  She trembled visibly as a series of aftershocks gripped her.  When she had finished, she was as breathless as her mount.

Big Boy was still breathing hard when Beth caught her breath.  She twirled the hairs of his mane affectionately.  “Caitlin, we won!”

Caitlin looked up from the water and frowned.  “You didn’t win.  The race was to the oak and back – back into the water where we started!  Lucky and I won!  You stopped too soon.”

Beth, now fully recovered, feigned outrage.  “You cheater!  Chicken fight!”  She kicked Big Boy hard and urged him into the water.  Her small heels did no damage to the large and powerful male.  However, he knew her meaning and charged down into the water.
Caitlin turned Lucky sharply to face her assailant. 
The cold water was a shock on Big Boy’s sweating body as he crashed into the lake but the cold was refreshing despite the chill.  He carried Beth deeper into the water, careful to keep his footing on the slippery bottom.  The water was quickly chest high.  He and Lucky collided.  Lucky almost fell but recovered awkwardly while Beth and Caitlin grappled, laughing, on the sturdy shoulders of their large mounts.  The women locked hands and tried to shove, pull, or twist each other from their seats, grunting with exertion and laughing at their unladylike laughter and deportment.  Everyone was soon soaked.  The mounts’ necks and shoulders were wet and slick
Caitlin’s greater height gave her better leverage and in time her advantage told.  Beth was wrenched from her seat and slid helplessly into the water.  Desperately, she held on to Big Boy’s reins and pulled.  The yank on his reins compelled him to fall with her.

Big Boy fell and scrambled to regain his feet.
Beth hit the water, laughing and sputtering.  She swam a few strokes and brought herself to Big Boy’s side.  Deftly, she clambered back on his shoulders, finding a foothold for her petite foot in the narrow space between his restrained male organ and his belly.
Caitlin prepared a fresh encounter.  Beth waved her off, laughing.  “Uncle!  I give.  Let’s do something else.”

Caitlin led Big Boy and Lucky from the lake and secured their reins to the same sturdy branch.  The hobbles were replaced.  From the corner of his eye, Big saw Beth spread a blanket on the grass.  Once the mounts were secured, Caitlin joined Beth on the blanket just out of Big Boy’s sight.  After the chill of the river, the warm afternoon sunshine was an unalloyed pleasure.

“Beth, it’s really been a brilliant day,” Caitlin said.
“You make all my days brilliant, my love,” said Beth.
Big Boy heard no further words exchanged, only unintelligible whispers and wordless sighs.  He heard the sound of flesh caressing flesh as the two women shared their pleasure.  He wondered briefly what Lucky was doing.  He himself could see nothing, but he closed his eyes and his mind returned to the run to the oak and back when Beth rode naked on his shoulders and pressed her hungry sex against the base of his neck.  Her naked breasts brushed the back of his head as she hunched over. Her sweet breath bathed his ear.  Big Boy breathed deeply and sighed.  He remembered Beth’s scent – a compelling admixture of floral perfume, lotion and her own clean female essence spiced by something else.  He inhaled deeply and tried to find Beth’s scent among the complex scents of the river and the forest.  The women’s moans became more urgent now and Big Boy thought he detected the secret fragrance, the aroma of female lust.