A Bareback Rider – Pt 04 – Aibhlinn

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by Cristiano Caffieri

The one great thing about being a writer is that you can write yourself into any story, make love to the most beautiful women, live any lifestyle you please, you can even be a time traveler if you so desire. That’s what I’ve decided to do, write myself into a continuing story where I delve deeply into my past and make it a lot more interesting than it really was. The women who ignored me, rejected me and embarrassed me better watch out – I’m cumming for you!  

The Story Begins

During WW II my mother, afraid of us being bombed by the Germans shipped me off to stay with her sister in Dun Laoghaire in Ireland. I spent almost 5 years there. When I was approaching 18 I was due to be drafted in the British Army for two years and neither of my parents wanted that.

During the War, my dad, being of Italian extraction, was always under a bit of suspicion and several friends of his were actually interned in camps for the duration. Even my mother felt insecure as some of the neighbors talked about Ireland, who had claimed neutrality, as a haven for Nazi submarines. Consequently, they both became paranoid about anything to do with” the authorities.”

I didn’t mind going back to Ireland as I enjoyed it there and Irish girls were very pretty which gave me an added incentive. It was in March 52 when I arrived and I stayed with my aunt and uncle for a short while and tried my hand at various jobs. This included dishwashing at the Kildare Street Club and as a clerk at another club on Duke Street. I was let go from both these establishments because I just didn’t fit in.

Fortunately, I met up with a man named Joe Gannon, who was an entrepreneur extraordinaire. He bought all kinds of junk, particularly second-hand clothes, books, and records and resold them to market traders. The offices were in an old house in Camden Place. There was also an old building around the corner that served as the main warehouse and I would wheelbarrow boxes from there to the house, where a lovely young lady named Aibhlinn and I would sort and price the items, and prepare them for shipment. This was not the only business Joe had and so we only saw him a couple of times a week, when he delivered or picked something up. Consequently, we had a large measure of freedom.

Now Aibhlinn was extremely religious and the prospect of getting into her pants was quite remote. One must also bear in mind that there lots of teenage virgins back then, terrified of getting pregnant and disgracing their families. However, she did like a bit of smut and when we discovered a box of sex magazines in the house, we sat together and looked through them. At that age I was just not experienced enough to take this as an opportunity to win her favors – but as I time traveler I was well up for the job and ready for action.

It was great to see the old place again and to see the girl I once drooled over sitting by me leafing through those dirty magazines. Taking possession of that scrawny teenage body of mine I sat beside her as she giggled at the picture of a woman sucking a big cock.

“Do people really do that sort of thing?” she asked naively.

“Oh yes,” I replied, with a little sigh.

“Nobody has ever done that to you though – have they?”

“No,” I said, shaking my head, with a look of disappointment on my face.

“I wouldn’t like to that for a man,” she said, “Even if I was married to him.”

“What if he wanted to do it to you?” I inquired.

“Do what?” she asked, turning toward face me with those bright blue innocent eyes of hers.

“You know,” I hesitated, “lick you down there.”

“Holy Mother of God, I wouldn’t let him do that – it’s gross.”

“Men don’t think so – they like doing it.”

“And how would you know?”

“Because I’ve talked to guys who’ve done it and they said it tastes great.”

“Don’t be so disgusting,” she said, closing the book, “that’s sinful.”

“Some people might think to look at someone else doing those things in a book is sinful but I don’t. You’re more aware of what goes on in the world and that prepares you for what lies ahead.”

Aibhlinn went over to her desk and began to types up some invoices. It seems that once again I missed an opportunity, I had not played my cards right.

At lunch time I went to the little bakery around the corner and bought some ham rolls for lunch, and I also purchased a Cream Horn with a plan in mind. Back at the house, she’d already made the tea and we sat amongst the piles of boxes and ate our lunch.

I grabbed one of the books she’d been reading and spread it out before me, there was a picture of a man with his head between the legs of a gorgeous woman with his tongue just about to make contact. As I studied the page I licked the cream out of my cake and gave furtive glances toward Aibhlinn, she furrowed her brow as if thinking.

“You’re imagining you’re doing that to that woman aren’t you,” she said, disapprovingly, “that’s gross.”

“Look – just because you haven’t had anyone who wants to do it to you doesn’t make it gross.”

“And how do you know that men have not fancied doing it to me – you don’t know that.”

“No – that’s true,” I conceded, “I would certainly like to give you the experience.”

She blushed and turned her eyes away from me, “You’d actually do that?”

“In a minute,” I said, “I would try and give you the best orgasm any woman had ever had.”

“I don’t want you to put your thing in me,” she mumbled, with her head bowed a little.

It was now up to me to make the next move. I just put my hand on her knee and gradually worked it under the hem of her dress. Very gently I stroked her thigh and she started to breath heavy. Pushing her shoulder I slowly lowered her back onto a pile of clothing. She was very nervous and she was trembling.

She closed her eyes as I reached up inside of her dress and very carefully removed her panties. I rolled the dress back revealing her hairy mound, then I put my finger in her wet crack and began to give it a little poke, she gasped and I had the feeling she’d like to have backed out at that juncture but we were at the point of no return.

I quickly put my face between her smooth white thighs and flicked my tongue across the lips of her cunt. She took a very deep breath and before she could let it out again I parted her petals with my fingers and I licked her vulva with the speed of a Hummingbirds wing. It didn’t take long before she began to cry out and then she flung her arms back and went into a prize-winning orgasm.

I moved back a little as she lay there trying to catch her breath then she took me by surprise, suggesting that she would do it for me.
“It’s only fair,” she said, “But you’ll have to tell me what you want me to do.”

I told it would be nice if we first took all of our clothes off. She didn’t seem that keen at first but I used my charm and she stripped off. OMG, she had the most beautiful tits I’d ever seen, I asked her if I could suck them before she started on my cock and she agreed.

I was still wearing my pants when I began to suck and fondle her boobs and when I’d had a good session I stood up and slipped them off. She seemed surprised at how big my cock was.

“I don’t have to get all that in my mouth – do I?” she asked.

I sat down on a box and told her whatever she could manage. She cautiously approached me on her knees, her tits jiggling provocatively as she did so, and then she slipped it between her lips. It was my turn to gasp, it felt so fucking good.

I told her to hold onto my dick with one hand and fondle my balls with the other. She followed my instructions to the letter and she was soon going up and down at a steady rhythm. I held on to her shoulders when I could feel my sperm getting ready to make a break for it. As it started to move up I told her I was cumming but I don’t think she knew quite to expect and so she kept sucking until my goo was streaming into her mouth.

“Yuk – that tastes salty,” she said as she licked her lips.

There was still some cum oozing out and so I rubbed the end of my dick over her nipples. She didn’t say anything, in fact, she rubbed her tits afterward spreading around like some aromatic oil.

“We could do that occasionally if you like,” she shrugged, putting her dress back on, “It’s not really intercourse, is it? I mean I can’t get pregnant.”

I agreed she couldn’t get pregnant but I was worried that this time travel thing could get out of hand. It didn’t seem practical to keep servicing all these women on a regular basis. Fortunately, I was to find out later that once I returned to my own time everything went back to normal and my conquests wouldn’t even remember the experience. THE END OF PART 4

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The characters portrayed in these stories are semi-fictional and any similarity to persons living or dead is purely a product of your own imagination.

Copyright by Cristiano Caffieri 2017. You may not sell, license, sub-license, rent, transfer or distribute any part of these stories or the photographs herein in any format, or claim ownership.

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