Ultimate shoulder rides

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It was a summer day's afternoon, two weeks before the end of the school year. Lok Beach wasn't the most popular one around, so there weren't many people crowding it. Still, it was not empty. Several people chilled on the beach or swam in the sea nearby, including a relatively loud group from a local high school standing in the water, the soft waves reaching their hips.

Len was standing at the edge of the group. He was fit but not too muscular. He tried to pretend indifference, but his eyes were drawn repeatedly to another girl that stood across the group. Her long and black hair, perfect curves, and long, smooth legs magnetized him, as they always did.

And as always, she ignored him. Her eyes, full of jealousy and contempt, were watching a blond girl riding high atop the shoulders of a muscular guy.

Having just won an additional chicken fight round, the blond girl and her mount were eager for more.
"Come on, who is next?" the guy shouted.
The blonde on his shoulders laughed. "Tiff, you haven't fought yet! Let's see what you have!" She called to the dark-haired girl that was looking at her with contempt.

Tiff blushed. She had a bitter past with Elena, the blond on the shoulders. Elena transferred to their class at the start of the year, turned the other pupils against her, and became the new 'queen'.  To add insult to injury, she also stoled her ex, Peter, the fit guy who was currently carrying her on his broad shoulders.

Elena hadn't missed any chance to humiliate Tiff, making sure she stayed at the bottom of the social ladder with no opportunity to rise back to the top.

Tiff wanted very much to turn the tables on Elena, but she knew better. The only one humiliated eventually would probably be her again, as usual. She stayed quiet.

However, Elena hadn't relented easily. Looking down from her high place above Peter's shoulder, she continued to push Tiff.

"Are you afraid? Little chicken! Chicken Tiff. Come on, chicken Tiff! Come on! Oh, does no one want to carry you? Is that the problem?" she laughed, enjoying Tiff's read face.

Peter laughed too. "Len hadn't fought yet. I'm sure he would agree to carry Tiff."

Everyone around laughed. It was a well-known 'secret' that Len was deeply in love with Tiff. However, he was never a popular one, and Tiff never considered him seriously. Instead, he had to watch Peter dating her. Peter, his mortal enemy, abused him repeatedly, even forcing him to be his pony, riding his shoulders around the schoolyard to the cheers of their classmates. Recently It hadn't happened as Len turned fitter and was now strong enough not to be easily abused as before. Still, the bitter past remained.

"Yes, let's see how Tiff and Len manage!" Elena said.

"And let's make it more interesting!" Peter added. "Let's bet! The best of three wins!"

An evil grin crossed Elena's lips."I have an idea! The losers would be the bitches of the winners until the end of the year to do whatever they want! And I will ride on that bitch Tiff's shoulders every. Single. Day."

A murmur of excitement spread around the group. These kinds of bets were nothing new at their school, and the other youths made sure that everyone would keep his word. The last boy trying to escape his obligation left the highschool in less than a week and under unpleasant circumstances.

The thought of Peter riding again on his shoulders, and for two whole weeks, sent shivers down the spine of Len. He wasn't going to take this bet on. Although he admitted to himself that he would like to carry Tiff on his shoulders...

However, one of the surrounding boys started to yell loudly.
"Fight! Fight!"
Soon, all the youths around were shouting. Hands began to shove him around, forcing him down while others pushed Tiff toward him.

Soon she was sitting on his shoulders, both of them unwilling but without choice.

"The bet is on!" Elena cried out from her seat on top of Peter as they charged toward Len and Tiff. And so the first round began.

Len tried to stay steady under Tiff's weight, but it was hard with all the pushing and shoving between her and Elena. Although he tried hard, reveling in the sensation of her smooth legs around his neck, a strong push came eventually. Then he and Tiff fell, followed by a cry of victory from Elena.

Tiff's face was a mask of frustration when she stood up and approached Len. "I won't be a slave of this... this Elana for two weeks!" she said. "I won't stand it. Please, we have to win!"

There was nothing Len wanted more at the moment than to wins this bet. Both for Tiff and because he didn't wish Peter, a boy he hated, to force him to be his servant, to ride and humiliate him as in the past.

However, life isn't fair. Peter and Elena were better than them. It was just a fact. They will most certainly lose the next round too, and then it will all be over.

Tiff knew that too. But she wasn't willing to give up. She knew very well that Elena would fulfill her promise to ride her every day, humiliating her under her heels.

"I run a lot. I have strong legs," Tiff said. "but you have a stronger hand. Get on my shoulder for the next round, and win! You have to!"

She didn't wait for an answer and turned around, crouched, and waited for Len to mount her.

Len was hesitant, but without much choice, so he got on her shoulders. When his crotch came again her neck, it sent a shiver of pleasure in his body.

She got up, and much to Len's relief, she was steady under him. Sitting up on her shoulders, looking down on everyone, even with the anxiety and adrenaline rushing through his body, he started to get 'excited'. Tiff felt him very clearly against her neck but said nothing.

Elena and Peter burst out laughing when they saw Len riding on top of Tiff, and several class members joined them.

"What, are you too weak even to carry Tiff?" Peter said.

"Maybe it is because she is just too fat," Elena said, although Tiff wasn't even a bit fat.

"I know you have no chance, but this kind of desperation..." Peter laughed.

And so the second round started.

Len hadn't much hope, but to his surprise, Tiff was steady beneath him, and he could compete equally with Elena. All the shoving and pulling caused him to move against Tiff's neck, forcing him to try and suppress his growing excitement with little avail.

Elena, on the other hand, started to be frustrated, and anxiety crawled up in her body. She got more and more careless. After a long fight, Len eventually managed to topple her down, leaving him on top of Tiff as the second-round winner.

Tiff let him slide from her shoulders while they waited for Elena and Peter to gather themselves up, saving every ounce of stamina to the third round.

"I knew we could do it!" Tiff said. "you have to win the third round!" she then got very close to him. "I think you had quite a bit of fun on top...know this, if you win the final round, I will do anything. You. Desire." she whispered, and her soft lips brushed his ear. Then she turned around and got down, waiting for him to mount her for the second time.

If Len was excited before, now he had a fire blazing through his body. Power flowed in his hands. The fight ended almost when it began. He pompously toppled Elena down, leaving him and Tiff as the final winners, much to everyone's dismay.

Tiff did a quick winning lap with Len still riding on her shoulders while everyone around cheered for them. Then she let him down and threw her arms across his neck.

"Thank you," she whispered to his ear and planted a soft kiss on his cheek.

Then she left him and found Elena. She forced her down, then mounted her shoulders and rode her hard, jumping up and down and kicking her butt with her legs. She stayed on her until Elana was exhausted and couldn't take it anymore, falling. Then she forced her up and continued riding on her shoulders, bringing her to tears.

Meanwhile, Len wasn't too excited to ride Peter. After all, He couldn't compare it to riding Tiff, her slender neck between his thighs. Still, eventually, he forced Peter to carry him around on his shoulders, enjoying the feelings of power and control over his hated enemy.

Later, Tiff, still on Elena's shoulders, came close to Len and dismounted.

"I don't want anything to do with this pig, Peter," she said, "so I'm leaving all of him to you. But don't you think you will enjoy quite a bit also riding on Elena? I assure you she will provide a most satisfying ride."

"Please no," Elena pleaded, exhausted and sick with the thought of having to become a pony to a boy. But of course, no one heeded her pleading. Len readily jumped on her shoulders and rode her around, his crotch pressed tightly against her neck, enjoying her panting and wobbling under his weight.

But even that was not the best part of the evening. The best part came later when it started to get dark end almost everyone left. Len was ready to go and almost got out of the water when suddenly something came between his legs and pressed against his crotch. It was a familiar feeling. He looked down and saw a well-known black-haired head. It was Tiff, pushing up until she was standing, hoisting him up.
"I hope you didn't plan to walk home," she said. "You are my hero, and tonight my hero shall not walk, for I am here to carry him." And then she turned her head right and left, kissing each of his inner thighs slowly, deeply, setting him aflame.

The rest of the night I will leave to your imagination...

Last edited by RiderMind (2021-03-12 00:01:34)