A Bareback Rider – Pt 05 – Inge

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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

Needing more money and improved accommodation I quit my job with John Gannon for a while a took an unusual position I saw advertised in the paper. I ended up being a sort of batman to a retired British Major. He wanted me to do the things that his batman would have done when he was in the military, press his clothes, polish his shoes and I had to serve at his many parties wearing a uniform he’d had specially designed.

Major Bull lived in a large house and I was provided with board and lodgings and it was rather like being in the army, which was ironic considering I was in Ireland to escape conscription. His last posting had been in Germany and he and his wife had decided to bring two of their German staff into retirement with them. Erika the cook was a woman in her late thirties, who looked more like a Southern European, as she was olive skinned with long black hair while Inge the maid was a pretty eighteen-year-old with an ass that tantalized me every time I watch it sashaying through the house.

I’d only been at the house a couple of days when Erika cornered me in the major’s dressing room and wanted me to kiss her. She wasn’t a bad looking woman but I was young and inexperienced and her aggression frightened me a little. There was also the fact that I fancied the maid and I was planning to ask her to go dancing with me.

My rejection didn’t go down that well with Erika who slammed my meals down in front of me when we all dined together in the kitchen. Inge used to look over at me and smile every time a plate or bowl was slammed in front of me and the contents slopped over the sides.

I waited around three weeks before asking Inge out and she accepted my invitation. We went to the Macushla Ballroom and danced the night away. She was so beautiful and I couldn’t believe a girl like that was peering into my face as if I was Mr. Wonderful. On the way home I put my arm around her and she didn’t object and when we got to the door of the house she stopped and looked at me as if to say, “Aren’t you going to kiss me.”

We must have stood there necking for a good twenty minutes and I was floating on air. The next day we sneaked a few kisses in various parts of the house and as she popped her tongue into my mouth I ventured to run my hand up her dress. She responded by trembling, almost uncontrollably and I stopped. It may sound silly but with so little experience and not ever having had sex I wasn’t sure what was going on and I was afraid to take it any further.

The problem was I had fallen for Inge in a big way and I didn’t want to do anything to offend her or hurt her. She seemed so pure and innocent I was afraid to do anything that might damage my chances of a lasting relationship.

We still kissed occasionally but when I asked her out again she turned me down and she started to go out with other guys. I was devastated and a few weeks later I quit the job. With my usual 20-20 hindsight I wondered if she wanted me to have sex with her and dumped me because I didn’t. Now decades later, with my ability to travel back in literary time I will see whether that was the reason.

I returned to the night we were standing outside the house on returning from the dance. Once again she was looking up into my eyes and I kissed her. I’d forgotten just how those sweet lips of hers tasted. Our tongues entwined, I gradually moved my hand up her thigh and the trembling started. When I reached that strip of her panties that concealed a tight little cunt I worked my finger around it and dipped it into her wet crevice. She gasped, as I poked it deep inside of her, almost fainting in my arms.

“Why don’t we go to my room,” I said.

“OK,” she whispered softly as I led the way to my hideaway that was situated above the garage and out of earshot. I took her tiny hand as we mounted the stairs and when we reached the landing we stopped once more to kiss. When we entered the room those kisses became more passionate but then she pulled away from me, slid to her knees, unbuttoned my flies and pulled out my cock.

When she took it into her lovely sweet smelling mouth I almost died from shock. She actually made little whimpering noises like she was enjoying doing it as much as I was on the receiving end. Even when I let out a yell and came in her mouth she continued to suck on it like it was the flavor of the month.

My legs had gone so week it was a wonder I didn’t collapse in a heap but wanting appear macho I lifted her petite body in my arms and made toward the bed. She kept kissing my face until I lay her across the covers and began to undress her.

I didn’t rush things I slowly slipped off her skirt, removed her panties and paused to enjoy. When I began to unbutton her top she seemed to be getting impatient and she took over unhooking her bra as I was having difficulty.

As I started to strip off my clothes she sat up and observed my every move and once I was naked she lay back and waited for my next move. I wanted desperately to suck those small firm tits of hers and so with my knees either side of her slender body I bent over and took a nipple into my mouth, rubbing my palm over the other.

It really makes a man feel good when a woman moans and groans at his every move and that’s what she did.

“I love that,” she whispered, “I love it when you suck my tits.”
It sounded better in her German accent than I’d ever heard it before and I licked and sucked those soft warm breasts until my mouth went dry. And then I headed south, running my tongue all down her belly until I reached her trimmed muff.

I slipped off the bed, opened up her legs and pulled her towards my mouth, she was quite vocal as I wedged my face between her thighs and reached for her labia with my tongue. I made a couple of quick flicks across the lips before opening it up and poking my tongue in as far as it would go.

Inge was slapping her arms on the bed as if impatient for me to take it to the next level, I tried not to disappoint her and cupping my hands around her tight little bum I started to lick her from the bottom of her crack to the top. It seemed to drive her out of her mind and I kept doing it until she was begging me to make her cum.
Putting my pussy fluffer into top gear I flicked up and down her pink folds until I felt them twitching and her ass started bouncing up and down.

“I’m cumming, I’m cumming,” she screamed and I had a job to hold her in position as she gyrated her hips like a hula dancer. Before she could stop trembling I stood up, grabbed onto her legs, pulled her towards my throbbing cock and thrust it in. The sight of her small tits and her adorable face looking up at me drove me to start ramming it in and out fast and furious. Inge kept her eyes wide open all the time, even though I closed mine when I could feel my sperm rushing up my pipe and into her well-lubricated love tunnel. I squeezed every last drop into her but she still slid down the bed to lick any drippings off of the end.

When she left the room and I returned to my own time I was grateful that our romance didn’t go anywhere, I figured someone so sexually motivated would not be able to remain true to one man. THE END OF PART 5

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

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