Ultimate shoulder rides

i know what you mean the heavier a chick on me the more hotter it is well not that heavy but i think u know where i'm going with this

Freedom,

I know what you are talking about..

For me as I am sure by now everyone knows,I was a little kid on the beach with family and a few friends..two women who were 40 years old at the time,were having chicken fights on top of boys who were about 2 years older than I was at the time ..I was 11 back then..One of the women was on top of her son,the other women was on top of the boys friend..the chicken fights occured just waist high..anyways,to make a long story short again,I wanted to be the one who was carrying those women,but did not understand why at the time..Ever since then,I fell in love with this..Maybe this is why I guess I only like girls on boys,and nothing really else..

thank you Scotty for continuing to post my photos..I have saved up a bunch now,but will only be sending you as you requested a few photos every other day or so...

Vaggelli

just about thinking, a pair of shapely legs dangling on your front, while the inside squeezing my neck softly, with the warm weight of the womans body. amazing!

Thanks a lot Dick for this story! Very enjoyable to read, if there are more experiences or stories to share please feel free to do that! I just made you a bonus member...

Regards, Louie

Hi Vaggelli - I would not be too harsh on Dick - as the old saying goes (in reverse) - a word is worth a thousand pictures - at least in here!! We do value anyone who comes up with an interesting childhood reflection and this certainly was for sure. To encourage people to write more, we need to grant them at least temporary bonus member status. If they do not continue to contribute though, they lose it. Surely that is fair.

Dicks posting was very interesting - and so similar to my experiences with my older sister for sure!! I just wish I still had some pictures to show you of her riding on my shoulders when we were kids, because it happened so much. Cameras were just so uncommon in those days. I could only find one picture even of my older sister at an age when she used to make me carry her almost every day while we fought & played. It is in the regular albums under "other". (She would probably kill me if she found out, but what the hell, I will leave it there for now because it was so long ago what does it matter!!) I just like to put a face to my descriptions. Those long coloured socks shown in the picture were something she wore a lot, especially early in the morning or late at night on hot summers days when she wore her night panties (as in the picture), or a bikini. This was early one Christmas morning - she would have been 11 (almost 12) and about to start high school, whilst I was just under 10 years old. She was much taller & heavier than me, so she could do as she pleased if we had a playfight. I used to try to think I could beat her, but never could at that age. She would sit on top of me, thighs squeezing my head, her butt bouncing heavily up & down on my stomach until I would concede. She used to slap my face with her hands and threaten to spit on me whilst her butt and thighs pinned my shoulders and kept me flat on the ground. I could only rise an inch or two before she just bounced heavily up & down to crush my resistance. She would only stop if I conceded, or alternatively, give her a shoulder ride. I was in such agony underneath her I had to agree. Often I would promise to give her a shoulder ride, then go back on my word after I was released from under her - she would get angry and sling me back to the ground and just jump straight back on top of me again. I just could not get away. If I tried to run she would catch me in a couple of steps because she was so quick!! Then she would just sit on top of me again, butt on my stomach, thighs around my head and pin me firmly to the ground in the usual schoolgirl pin. Then she would only release me again if I agreed to her demands for a shoulder ride!! As she said "I will let you up, but only if you give me a shoulder ride" So of course I had to eventually agree. That was really hard for me. I tried to avoid it at the time, because I was so small and she was so dammn heavy!! I just remember lying on the ground unable to move, whilst she sat on top of me in a schoolgirl pin bouncing up and down constantly and saying over & over "give me a shoulder ride, scotty" - "I want a shoulder ride". If I didn't respond, there would be more bouncing up and down and more demands - "Give me a shoulder ride" - "I want a shoulder ride". If that didn't work, she would turn me over and sit on my neck with my head facing the ground - this was agony she had long, strong legs and she would wrap these completely around my head and strangle me like a python crushing it's prey. She would prise my head & neck off the ground using her strong legs only, and end up riding on my back horsey style but keeping her thighs firmly squashing and squeezing my neck - I would be supporting her entire weight off the floor by then, but she just kept on squeezing harder every breath I took and just repeated the demand again - "stand up scotty and give me a shoulder ride" - "I want a shoulder ride". If you don't, I will crush you!! She would start to squeeze her thighs really hard and I was was suffocating and there was no escape, that was it. So I had to agree of course.  She would stand on the sofa or a kitchen chair, place her long legs either side of my neck, then mount me and make me walk around the room as she rode high on my shoulders like a queen. I would stagger around slowly shaking & swaying whilst she kept asking if she was heavy, or alternatively, just "giddy up horsey". She often used to tease me whilst I carried her around on my neck - lean her face from above upside down till it met mine real close-up and say things like - "I weigh 7 stone Scotty, how heavy are you" and laugh at my reply. "That means I'm two stone heavier than you - ha ha weakling boy". She would order me to hold her legs or thighs in a certain spot for maximum balance, and kick my sides if I did not go in the direction she wanted. The only bit I did get some thrill out of was when she made me stand in front of her high bedroom mirror and I could see us both in the reflection. Just a young boy, with a long set of legs dangling down in front of him and my sister giggling and laughing usually wearing only a bikini or panties whilst sitting on my neck. Mainly her only comments when riding me would be either "giddy up horsey", or "I'm heavier than you" then usually her cute giggles & laughter. We were far too young to consider this anything but mucking around of course. Just brother & sister fun. If I fell over at any time though, she would make me do it all over again and so this would go on and on till I was exhausted. I don't remember her thighs squeezing my head at all whilst she was on my shoulders as she knew I was struggling to walk with her 95lbs weighing down on my neck and back  - I think she just liked the fact she could do what she wanted with her younger, weaker brother and she made the most of her size & weight advantage. I would have been 70 lbs at the most.

Hi Vaggelli - no problems at all - and thanks for continuing with all the great pictures. We never under-estimate your contributions by the way.

Unfortunately I did not regard myself at the time as being "lucky" having a big sister - I saw it more as a nuisance as she would constantly tease me, sit on me, squash me, and ride me. I mentioned the shoulder rides - for every shoulder ride, I had to give her 100 piggyback rides. We would always be seen with me staggering around with my sister on my back and her long legs crossed & hooked around my waist as she rode me piggyback. We would do this almost every day when she was about 11 and me 9. It was just part of playing around as brother & sisters do - I am sure every brother & sister do it at some stage. The good thing about piggybacks was she found I could last longer and therefore carry her a longer distance. By hooking her legs and wrapping them firmly around my waist she could make me walk around as she rode me, and the minute I tried to get her off she would just wrap her strong thighs tighter around my waist (like a boa constrictor snake) and move upwards in one swift jumping motion so she was even higher off the ground - her legs would be almost up to my armpits in height at times and thighs wrapped around me so that her feet crossed in front of me. She would warn me not to try and drop her or she would keep elevating herself even higher & higher on my back all the time and make me carry her even further and longer. That jumping motion was terrible as I took the full brunt of her weight shifting upwards on my back. It felt like a ton of bricks crashing down on me. So I would have to keep going a bit longer - of course eventually I would fall down to the ground but she would still not release me even when I lay down. She would be behind me, legs still wrapped around my waist demanding that I stand up again and give her another piggyback ride. And I had to do it from a lying position - it was so hard because she was so heavy it seemed. She just loved the piggyback ride and the shoulder ride. Most girls do it seems at that age. I was just lucky enough to be her only brother.

Regards

Scotty dl

pauluseugenius wrote:

Scotty, this is all wonderfully written. If it is all true, I would say that your sister was cruel. More than I can imagine the average girl to be. I did not have any sister; I hadn't so much luck!

I don't know if she meant to be cruel but I know that is the way it sounds by the way I describe it. I think it was just our way of having fun. I may have pretended not to enjoy it in her prescene, but by the time I got a bit older I certainly did enjoy having her mount my back or shoulders. The only trouble is by the time she was a teenager she thought herself too old for childish games so the riding suddenly stopped. Girls go a bit funny by the time they reach teen age - too old for silly games with their younger brothers. She may have ridden on the shoulders of her own school friends and later on her boyfriend, but I never gave her a ride again unfortunately. I don't know if cruel was the right word - I think she just wanted to get a ride and once she was on top, she did not want to get down it seemed. She also enjoyed the fact she was stronger than me and could do what she wanted without the thought I might win any of our battles

Regards

Scotty dl

glen1writer wrote:

Some philosophic considerations in addition:

4.One U-turn of the head between legs - and we are in a different adult group...

Yes indeed... but still so close. I wonder how many of us have been tempted by this u-turn?

I don't Know, its something really diferent because i think of WoM rides the most sexy things that have,even that i haven't never a girl sitting on my shoulders, i can't explain why but seeing by exemple a hot girl with beautiful thighs in shorts sitting on a guy shoulders and enjoyng that really got me exited.

scottydl wrote:

Hi Vaggelli - I would not be too harsh on Dick - as the old saying goes (in reverse) - a word is worth a thousand pictures - at least in here!! We do value anyone who comes up with an interesting childhood reflection and this certainly was for sure. To encourage people to write more, we need to grant them at least temporary bonus member status. If they do not continue to contribute though, they lose it. Surely that is fair.

Dicks posting was very interesting - and so similar to my experiences with my older sister for sure!! I just wish I still had some pictures to show you of her riding on my shoulders when we were kids, because it happened so much. Cameras were just so uncommon in those days. I could only find one picture even of my older sister at an age when she used to make me carry her almost every day while we fought & played. It is in the regular albums under "other". (She would probably kill me if she found out, but what the hell, I will leave it there for now because it was so long ago what does it matter!!) I just like to put a face to my descriptions. Those long coloured socks shown in the picture were something she wore a lot, especially early in the morning or late at night on hot summers days when she wore her night panties (as in the picture), or a bikini. This was early one Christmas morning - she would have been 11 (almost 12) and about to start high school, whilst I was just under 10 years old. She was much taller & heavier than me, so she could do as she pleased if we had a playfight. I used to try to think I could beat her, but never could at that age. She would sit on top of me, thighs squeezing my head, her butt bouncing heavily up & down on my stomach until I would concede. She used to slap my face with her hands and threaten to spit on me whilst her butt and thighs pinned my shoulders and kept me flat on the ground. I could only rise an inch or two before she just bounced heavily up & down to crush my resistance. She would only stop if I conceded, or alternatively, give her a shoulder ride. I was in such agony underneath her I had to agree. Often I would promise to give her a shoulder ride, then go back on my word after I was released from under her - she would get angry and sling me back to the ground and just jump straight back on top of me again. I just could not get away. If I tried to run she would catch me in a couple of steps because she was so quick!! Then she would just sit on top of me again, butt on my stomach, thighs around my head and pin me firmly to the ground in the usual schoolgirl pin. Then she would only release me again if I agreed to her demands for a shoulder ride!! As she said "I will let you up, but only if you give me a shoulder ride" So of course I had to eventually agree. That was really hard for me. I tried to avoid it at the time, because I was so small and she was so dammn heavy!! I just remember lying on the ground unable to move, whilst she sat on top of me in a schoolgirl pin bouncing up and down constantly and saying over & over "give me a shoulder ride, scotty" - "I want a shoulder ride". If I didn't respond, there would be more bouncing up and down and more demands - "Give me a shoulder ride" - "I want a shoulder ride". If that didn't work, she would turn me over and sit on my neck with my head facing the ground - this was agony she had long, strong legs and she would wrap these completely around my head and strangle me like a python crushing it's prey. She would prise my head & neck off the ground using her strong legs only, and end up riding on my back horsey style but keeping her thighs firmly squashing and squeezing my neck - I would be supporting her entire weight off the floor by then, but she just kept on squeezing harder every breath I took and just repeated the demand again - "stand up scotty and give me a shoulder ride" - "I want a shoulder ride". If you don't, I will crush you!! She would start to squeeze her thighs really hard and I was was suffocating and there was no escape, that was it. So I had to agree of course.  She would stand on the sofa or a kitchen chair, place her long legs either side of my neck, then mount me and make me walk around the room as she rode high on my shoulders like a queen. I would stagger around slowly shaking & swaying whilst she kept asking if she was heavy, or alternatively, just "giddy up horsey". She often used to tease me whilst I carried her around on my neck - lean her face from above upside down till it met mine real close-up and say things like - "I weigh 7 stone Scotty, how heavy are you" and laugh at my reply. "That means I'm two stone heavier than you - ha ha weakling boy". She would order me to hold her legs or thighs in a certain spot for maximum balance, and kick my sides if I did not go in the direction she wanted. The only bit I did get some thrill out of was when she made me stand in front of her high bedroom mirror and I could see us both in the reflection. Just a young boy, with a long set of legs dangling down in front of him and my sister giggling and laughing usually wearing only a bikini or panties whilst sitting on my neck. Mainly her only comments when riding me would be either "giddy up horsey", or "I'm heavier than you" then usually her cute giggles & laughter. We were far too young to consider this anything but mucking around of course. Just brother & sister fun. If I fell over at any time though, she would make me do it all over again and so this would go on and on till I was exhausted. I don't remember her thighs squeezing my head at all whilst she was on my shoulders as she knew I was struggling to walk with her 95lbs weighing down on my neck and back  - I think she just liked the fact she could do what she wanted with her younger, weaker brother and she made the most of her size & weight advantage. I would have been 70 lbs at the most.

Hello Scotty:

Back home from sea. I would love to see that picture. There are so many photos in that gallery that it will take long to locate it assuming you have labeled it.  Request more specific information to locate it.  How many pages from the front or back? How is it labeled?  If not labeled, how many rows down from the top, how many pictures over  from the left or right? What are the descriptions of the ridress and you, her horse?

As far as your sister killing you goes, she should take like a woman for being such a naughty girl who used her poor helpless little brother as a shoulder riding human horse slave against his will.  You obviously adore her and the ground she walks on and the ground she had you carry her over. I guess this is where you learned to passionately love giving shoulder rides to gals. If your sister has a problem with the photo she could always pay you back by shoulder riding you again. Another photo may possibly be most popular on this website. She could even punish some of us viewers for viewing by shoulder riding some of us too for viewing without her specific personal permission. That will teach us to enjoy watching her shoulder ride on you or others.