Femboy Riding Novels & Stories

She wanted to know more. Dismounting with more grace than she'd managed the first time, she pulled off the helmet and shook out her hair like she'd seen in the movies. When the baby roses, now crushed, rained down like some kind of floral dandruff, she figured that had ruined the effect. But it didn't curb her intent. "Thanks for the ride. It was a lot of fun." He sat astride his steel horse - Bon Jovi, eat your heart out - and rested his forearms across the handlebars. "Glad you enjoyed it. I'll be getting started on the arbor tomorrow."

I say to her and she nods her head. “Ok, follow me.” We each take her hands and walk out of the clubhouse towards the bikes. I look at Dante and realise can he even ride? “Can you ride or will you take the SUV?” I ask him and he smiles at me. “Oh, I can ride.” He wiggles his eyebrows and I roll my eyes at him, but Rebel just giggles as she shoves him playfully. “Rude.” she says as she walks to her Suzuki Hayabusa. She straddles it, and I can’t help but stare at her ass as she gets comfortable. Fucking hell.

She started riding, slowly at first, and moaning, "Oh fuck...Rob...mmmm...fuckkkkkk...fuckkkkk, that's soooo gooooood!" I took her hips in my hands, urging her to ride it harder. Of course, she was more than willing, and I watched as her tits sensuously bounce and bob. She let out intense moans, "Ahhhh...ahhhh...yeah...yeah...yeah, give me that dick...that beautiful dick...ahhhh...ahhhh...ahhhh...yeah!"

Gracias a Dios! She’s with two other girls. Who look like they took some Puerto Rican flags. One turns it into a dress. While the other one a miniskirt? Now that’s just downright disrespectful. WTF! I’m still a little high from the MaryJane. And feeling more cocky than usual. I’m about to ask her if she wants to ride with me. Till I hear Victor ask. “Hey chickas, y’all wanna go for a ride?” Her two friends shout happily, “Hell Yeah!” And run to get on Victor and Felix’s bikes. Hell yeah Vic, way to go! I cheer internally. But my heart sinks when I hear My Keya say.

He drops, and a smirk forms on that sexy face, "trust me?" "With my life," I moan. He smacks my ass hard! "Spin around and ride me." Reverse Cowgirl became one of my favorites, and I hope off him spinning around quick as hell. Positioning myself perfectly, I slide down his cock. I'm about to start taking him for all his worth when he pins me down with one hand; the other is on my back. "Lean forward baby. As far as you can."

The snow has lost its crystal edges and is beginning to soften; perfect riding conditions. I've not ridden since I was a boy. I'd all but forgotten the thrill of it. Even like this, so gentle a ride, it reaches inside me, somewhere deep down: the sheer power of the animal I'm controlling, the ripple and flow of the muscles, the movement, the rhythm, the surge of power... ... not unlike the Domination of one's sub. Does it feel like this to a woman? The semi-sexual kick of riding such a powerful animal. That sensation of power between the thighs?

Sheena said making me take a deep breath. “Okay, I’ll be riding with Jemar then.” I said taking everyone by surprise. I can see that Jemar is also surprised and what is more interesting is that girl Sabel looking like a snake ready to bite. “Okay, it’s better if I’ll ride with you. JR can drive Sheena, Sabel and Grace there.” Sandra said taking my arm. “Well I think it’s better for Sabel to ride with us. She doesn’t really know us well and Jemar is the one she knows of. We can ride together that way.” I said making them look at me; I see how that Sabel’s eyes glitter in happiness.

Josh called out to the girl, and I immediately turned in the same direction. Fenella rode her bike unsteadily. Although she wasn't skilled at riding a bike, she insisted on pedaling in a hurry. She looked very determined to pedal faster. I looked at her and immediately realized it as she approached us. She was crying.

“Fine, I don’t know why he’s being so strange like this but because both of you are letting me outside, then I’ll go with you.” Frix smiled at me and helped me get on Xeno’s back. I felt his body shudder when I sat on him though and it made me blush. My bare legs are squeezing on his sides, testing my balance and making sure I won’t fall from him once he starts to move. But why am I feeling so embarrassed now? Subconsciously, I feel like I’m riding on him on a piggyback if he’s in his human form and it makes me so uncomfortable knowing I’m only wearing an undergarment but I have no choice.

Some girl called Carol must have thought the same, judging by the tattooed rose carrying her name which curves from shoulder to chest. But handsome is as handsome does, and his good looks are spoiled by his slit-eyed scowl as, seeing Jenny, he turns away. Jenny's stance now is very different from the first time she mounted Maggie. Sitting straight, her spine is a smooth curve from shoulder to hip. Her thighs move rhythmically in a rise-and-fall with Maggie's movement, and her hair, long and loose, sways in time with the motion. Mrs Collier holds the reins for her as she dismounts. "You're becoming a fine rider, Jenny."