My Humping Years

Mum and dad had the perfect couch. Large, rolled over arms that I could straddle, pretending I was on horseback. (No, really…that’s how I started off.) Like most young girls I adored horses…still do…and there’s a riding/stud stable about a mile away. I often pretended to ride my snow-white horse ‘Trigger’ in that lounge. 

Except one day. One weird, scary, fabulous, thrilling day, as I rocked back and forth on the arm of that couch, down in the forest something stirred. And damn….it felt good. The seam of my jeans was exactly in the right place, and I suppose it didn’t hurt that the jeans themselves were becoming a tad too small. I felt…..tingly down there. Tingly and very, very wet. 

Of course I stopped. What…are you kidding? Believe me, every girl who has felt that “I’m gonna pee” feeling has stopped! Especially if they’re riding the arm of their parents’s cream-white couch! I scooted up to my bedroom, pulled down my Jean and panties and surveyed the wreckage. By this age, I was used to a little discharge…a few white marks in the crotch of my undies. I’d even noticed that it got a little darker sometimes. But this! This was the crotch liberally coated with wetness. 

And so the arm of the couch and I became good friends. In fact, couch, armchairs….i spread my favours around my own private riding stables. 16, and Periods started and with them came a…..what would you call it…..a sharpening…..a refining of my feelings. I now knew that if I kept going I’d orgasm. But I also knew that this wasn’t without risk of a flood, either of girl cum or pee…or both. Still, I really wanted to cum while riding the arm of a chair. I was still using sanitary pads, so I figured a couple of them down there and a pee beforehand should help. 

The pads did dampen the feeling, but I soon overrode that. The tingle started, and this time I kept going…and going…and going….until…oooooohhhhh. I fell off the arm of the couch and onto the floor still twitching inside. 

All of which led to a ‘surprise’ that went horribly wrong. My mum took me on a ‘mystery walk.’ And yes, I was worried she’d found stains on the furniture, even though I knew there weren’t any, and wanted to talk to me about my humping habits. But no….instead, we walked to the riding stables where I was to have my first riding lesson. 

Panic! Complete and utter panic. Not only didn’t I have two sanitary pads in, I didn’t even have panties….just my jeans. Oooohh fuck! 

First thing I noticed….you have to open your legs much wider than when you’re humping a couch arm, second thing, whoever designed saddles needs a Sainthood. They are designed with millimetre precision to stimulate a girls clit, and press the seam of her jeans exactly against her sensitive little nub. 

We spent about half an hour examining the tack and me being told how to approach a horse….that this one (Mary) was super-docile, but not all horses were….blah blah. Then it was up in the saddle for a nice gentle walk.  

Yeah, right. We hadn’t got to the gate before I felt the tingle starting. About a quarter of a mile, during which I’d tried semi-standing in the stirrups to relieve the stimulation, the inevitable happened and I came in my jeans. And not just once. By the time we got back to the yard, I’d cum three times….and flooded my jeans. My lovely instructor got a fateful as she helped me dismount. She saw the dark Stalin’s and knew instantly. “Don’t worry about it sweetie. It happens to a lot of girls. Come with me.” She took me into the store and gave me some jodhpurs. I had to tell her I wasn’t wearing panties. She grinned and said “Well, you won’t make that mistake again. She gave me a flannel and a towel and stood guard at the door while I cleaned up and changed. 

Mum didn’t look at all surprised that id returned with my jeans in a carrier bag. She paid for the lesson (and the jodhpurs) and we walked back home after having signed up for regular lessons. 

I learned to not cum every time I rode a horse, but the lessons on jumps were…..fun!