melanieplayful Nicholas and Alison (Chaucer Revisited) 
 
 
   
 I remember studying the Miller’s Tale at Cambridge,  
“And prively he caughte her by the queynte…” 
Which, being translated is … he slyly caught hold of her cunt, saying, “Sweetheart, if you don’t let me have my way, I’ll perish for love.” 
In the pub one night, with my fellow student Tom, I discussed this line. We know from Chaucer that this eighteen year old Alison, round her loins wore a milk-white flared apron, a girdle of striped silk, and a white smock… So how did Nicholas seize hold of her cunt if she wore all these clothes? It’s a good question and Chaucer makes it clear that Nicholas wanted to fuck Alison as much as Alison wanted to fuck Nicholas. I knew that Tom wanted to fuck me and I was quite keen to fuck him. I suggested to Tom that we meet in the same bar the next night, dressed as Alison and Nicholas. If he could catch hold of me by my cunt as Nicholas caught hold of Alison’s cunt, he Tom could fuck me, Laetitia, later. He was very keen, because in those days there were not so many cunts available to students: most colleges were for men only. 
The following day he came over to me in the bar.  
“Hello, I’m Nicholas,” he said. 
“And I’m knickerless too,” I replied. 
“I thought you were going to be Alison. You’re dressed as Alison.” 
“I’m Alison and I’m knickerless.” 
“You can’t be both!” he exclaimed. 
“Oh, I can. Now you go over there and walk up to me and try and catch hold of my cunt. Remember, if you are successful you will be fucking me before the night is out, but no cunt, no fuck! And I will be knickerless and you will be Nicholas.” 
“Okay, let’s give it a try.” 
Although the bar was quite crowded, I stood by a pillar and waited for Tom to approach his knickerless Alison. I felt a hand pass under my milk-white flared apron, under my girdle of striped silk, and my white smock. In readiness, I had my legs a little apart and could feel wetness between them as I waited for his roving hand and deft fingers. He made contact with my cunt hair and drew very close to my body. I knew my breasts were pert and my nipples hard and erect and he could feel them. How he could feel them! His forefinger and ring finger parted my dripping cunt lips whilst his middle finger slipped easily into my cunt hole. He knew from its wet surroundings that my cunt hole was ready for fucking. I knew that my cunt hole was distended and quite ready for fucking. What’s more, I was breathing heavily. 
We didn’t stay to drink, we only wanted to fuck. We started to cross over the Cam, but on that little river bridge, nobody was about and we couldn’t wait any longer.  Tom now knew I was knickerless. I knew I was knickerless and you know I am knickerless as you read these words. Against the parapet of that bridge I turned to face  
Tom. He lifted my milk-white flared apron, my girdle of striped silk, and my white smock.  
No more foreplay, just the expectation of his big, thick cock in my juicy cunt. Then suddenly his cock came, further and further inside me. I felt the motion of it backwards and forwards as I started to grind my cunt on his stiff poker. He withdrew completely and put on a condom. I felt its ribbing rubbing against my cunt walls and the tip of it tickling me. “Fuck me!” I said and collapsed inwardly in sheer enjoyment as he had his way with me. I had my way with him. I, Laetitia made it possible because he caught hold of her cunt only because she was knickerless! 
 
 
 Publication Date: October 1st 2011 https://www.bookrix.com/-melanieplayful.pen