A Bareback Rider – Pt 06 – Beverly

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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

When I quit my job with Major Bull, I also had to say goodbye to my accommodation. I know I shouldn’t have let my fleeting romance with Inge affect my life to that extent but I was young and foolish. The only option I had, considering the economy was not that great, was to go to John Gannon and ask for my job back. We’d always got along and so he not only agreed to rehire me but said I could us one of the upstairs rooms as an apartment if I wanted. The kitchen downstairs, although cluttered with boxes was still functional so I cleaned the place up and settled in.

Aibhlinn was as religious as ever and so everything was normal. Three months later I found a girlfriend who was not quite so prudish and I was confident that I’d get her into bed in the near future. Around the time she eventually capitulated, my Catholic workmate left for a better job and she was replaced with a married, protestant woman around ten years older than me. Her name was Beverly.

She tended to mother me, occasionally cleaning up my room swearing that I’d get some disease if I continued to leave in its usual state.

I felt sorry for Beverly, things weren’t going well with for her at home. Her husband drank a lot, tended to spend a lot of his time at sporting events and, according to her, basically treated her like a servant. I became her shoulder to cry on.

Even though she was much older than me I did find her attractive. She had a little bit more meat on her than the usually young women I lusted after but I certainly wouldn’t have kicked her out of bed. However, I was in a relationship at the time, she was a married woman and I wasn’t quite experienced enough to sweep someone her age off of her feet.

Later in life I often thought of Beverly, I wondered if her marriage had survived, most likely it had, as there was no divorce in Ireland at that time and I wondered what she’d have done if I’d have hit on her. She would have probably have laughed it off and made me a sandwich, that’s the kind of woman she was.

I cast my mind back to a time when she was really upset about something and she literally sobbed her heart out on my shoulder. After some careful thought, I decided to travel back to that time to find out how she would react.

It was near closing time and she was dreading going home.
“As soon as I walk through that door there’s going to be an argument,” she said, “He’s been in a terrible mood lately.”

She started to tear up, I handed her my handkerchief and then I put my arms around her. In my mind, I was saying, “is it ethical to take advantage of someone so vulnerable?” However, the feel of her body against mine washed away any fine thoughts I had. I hugged her tighter and told her to cheer up and that she could always rely on me for support.

In a way that was true because I did manage to cheer her up by making her laugh every day. I think she really enjoyed my company, but did that give me the right to toy with her affections, even if she would forget all about it once the deed was done?

After thinking it over again for a full two seconds, I prepared to fuck her brains out. She had her face tucked into my neck sniffling and I eased her away so that I was looking directly into her face, then I kissed the tears from her cheeks. I thought her eyes were going to pop out of her head.
“You shouldn’t do that,” she said, casting her eyes downward.

I did it again and she looked at me quite shocked, “Look it’s nice of you to care but I don’t think this is appropriate.”

“To shut her up I kisses her mouth.”

“Cris,” she cried out, “What are you doing, I’m a married woman and almost old enough to be your mother.”

Her words petered out as I drew her close and kissed her in real Hollywood style. She pulled away and looked furious.

“I’m going home,” she said, “And you should take some bromide and go to bed.”

I reached out and grabbed on to her arm, “I can’t help it if I’m attracted to you.”

“I thought you had a girlfriend, why don’t you go out and snuggle her.”

I pulled her towards me and I sensed she was almost hoping I‘d kiss her again and when I did she put her arms around my neck and held on tight. When I poked my tongue into her mouth and she poked hers in mine, it looked very much like she was going to let me fuck her.

Not wanting to rush things I simply cupped her breast through her top, then after a bit more tongue wrestling I slowly ran it underneath and up to her bra. Nothing really happened until I unlatched it a ran my hand over her tits, then she gasped, pulled away a little but when I manipulated a nipple between my thumb and forefinger she swallowed hard and actually rolled up her top so I could suck them.

She had great tits, bigger than most of the younger women I’d fondled, but still in great shape. I sucked and I fondled and then I did what I think she was expecting, I put my hand up her skirt, poked my finger around the strip that covered her crack and I inserted my finger.

“You are such a bad boy,” she whispered, “but I’m glad.”

Moments later we were up in my room, she was naked lying on the bed and I was standing by her taking off my clothes. When she saw my cock, standing up like the duty stallion, she smiled. That might be too big for my mouth she said, taking hold and moving to the edge of the bed. It wasn’t – it fit perfectly and the way that she sucked it was like she was handling a precious jewel. She held it lightly between her fingers and slipped it between her lips and my whole body seemed to be on fire.

There was a rail suspended above my head that I use to dry my clothes on and I held on to that as she sucked, and sucked and sucked. When I felt my sperm moving up my pipe my legs began to grow weak and I called out, “I’m cumming,” she pulled back and worked it out with her hand, splattering it all over her face and tits.

I sank to my knees, residue still dripping from my dick and I pulled her around so that her thighs were over the edge of the bed, I the shoved my legs under the bed and nestled my face into her hairy snatch. She latched on to my hair and gave a little groan as I opened the lips with my fingers and gave her my puppy dog treatment. That’s when I take my tongue from the bottom in long swiped, over and over again.

Beverly went ballistic and I was surprised when she swore, women very rarely used that kind of language back then.

“Oh fuck,” she cried out, “Keep doing that, I want to cum, I want to cum so bad.”

Her body began to quiver, she tugged on my hair and then screamed with her body jumping up and down on the mattress like a woman possessed.

“Oh shit,” she said, lying there and breathing heavy, “I’ve never felt anything like that before.”

I got up and ran my cock over her face and now I’m going to ram this deep inside of you,” I warned her.

She smiled and then to my amazement she said, “You’ve got to catch me first,” and she leaped up stood the other side of the table in the center of the room.

Every time I tried to grab her she moved until we were chasing around the table getting nowhere.

“When I catch you I’m going to ram this up your ass,” I cried, as she evaded my grasp once more.

I could hardly believe this was the quiet, motherly Beverly, when she yelled back, “I wish you would, I’ve never had it up the ass,” and then she stopped in her tracks and leaned over the table. Figuring that I was going to need some lubricant I grabbed a bottle of Crisco cooking oil from the shelf, covered my dick in it, then I grabbed onto the cheeks of her ass and drove it in.

“Ride it cowboy,” she yelled, as her tits swung from side to side and my balls crashed against her nice round bum.

When I blew my load she knelt down and lick the drippings off my dick, then she asked if I could manage it again on the bed.

She lay there spread eagle as I moved up between her legs and made a hole in one. This time I could see those lovely tits bouncing before my eyes and I pounded her pussy until I shot my goo into her love tunnel and she wrapped her legs around me and squeezed me tight.

When she left the house she blew me a little kiss and said, “Until tomorrow.” Of course I knew there would be no tomorrow but I wasn’t going to spoil it. THE END OF PART

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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.
Copyright 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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