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I told her. Of course she implored me not to. I nibbled at her stiff nipples, kissed and caressed her everywhere. She was soon in a different mood and became once more quite languorous, asking me how I would do such a thing. “Why, as to that I shall simply say that we are going out. I am your chaperone, am I not, if I so choose to be?

His lady will not obstruct you, that I know. She has good reason not to,” I replied. “Yes, that is true,” Alison said thoughtfully and took on a much merrier expression. I then learned all from her that I needed to know about the young gentleman in question. They had conversed briefly several times, though always in company. His eyes have yearned for her, she said. I did not disabuse her on that score, for it would have been unkind to do so. Stars were in her eyes when she spoke of him, but there are many such in the heavens that can take up similar positions in a girl's dreams, as we do know! Bruce, as her intended paramour is called, is but twenty-a callow youth! Where to arrange a rendezvous was at first a problem, but a discreet message being sent to him, I arranged to take a room at a hotel in the nearest town and there we met on the following Friday, I being introduced as a cousin of Alison's and going not unremarked in his eyes, as I could tell, as being no less attractive than she, as well as possessing a certain comforting maturity in my presence since I do look older than I am. We lunched and spoke of many ordinary things, I acting perfectly the part of chaperone! Not too much time was wasted, though, for as soon as coffee had been served at the table, I invited both up to take liqueurs in my room. Patently, Alison did not want me present during the opening of her “romance,” but as all the circumstances indicated, it had to be so. Besides, the young man was ripe to be teased. Alison soon saw the spirit into which I entered into things and no doubt advised herself quickly enough that other such opportunities might arise under my “patronage.” “I shall make myself comfortable. Alison, will you not also do so?” I hinted broadly. The bed was commodious (I had insisted on seeing several rooms first before I had reserved it, having learned all about “preparations” from yourself) and the room was large enough to move around within in comfort. Being perched tentatively on the bed, Alison waited on my move which- when it came-surprised her, for I suggested gently to Bruce that he might seat himself with her while I, opening one door of the wardrobe, made as seemingly best as I could to so conceal myself while I removed my gown and sought a peignoir-sticking my knickered bottom into view as I did so! “Oh, we can see you, Caroline!” said Alison. I indeed hope they could-or rather that the young man could for I made a pleasant enough display of my bottom and my thighs above my garters! “Be comfortable, too, my pet, for we may pass a pleasant hour or two together, if you will,” I replied.

My goodness, what a blatant invitation-but why not? I had the devil in me and knew no other way. Besides, I knew enough of Alison to know that, once teased up, she would be comforted enough. Turning from my attentions to myself and attired in exactly the same type of corselette as she so that my breasts showed underneath my peignoir, I turned back to the bed and raised my eyebrows to find her still fully dressed. “Are you not too warm?” I asked, casting my eyes (and all else) on Bruce, who could not take his eyes from me. Without further ado, I flung myself down upon the bed and let my robe hang open, thus to show my titties to them both. “Take your dress off, dear, and Bruce will pour the wine,” I said, and closed my eyes as if to go to sleep! I remember that as a little trick of yours in such circumstances, and how well it works when the others feel themselves not too much observed! I heard Bruce move and pour. The rustling of Alison's clothes sounded, but I did not peep for I felt sure she was observing me. I waited a moment and then reached one hand up in her direction. Her fingertips touched mine and then her palm. Our hands clasped. A rather foolish titter escaped her as she fell beside me on the bed, but at least I felt her knickers next to mine! From the emerging warmth on the other side of me, I guessed that Bruce was standing by the bed, and perhaps in a little awe of the voluptuous spectacle we two presented. Alison's palm was a little moist in her excitement. “Give it to me,” I murmured, as if meaning the wine.

I moved my free hand slowly up, encountered trousered legs and then settled upon a vibrant rod that stuck up underneath the cloth. Bruce gasped and made to jerk away-the silly boy! “I said, give it to me,” I repeated and curled one finger under the small flap where the buttons were. “The… the wine!” he stammered. “Put it down, you fool!” I told him, then opened my eyes, sat up and unfastened his front flap so quickly that I am sure he did not know where he was, for in a trice I had a fair and seemly prick upstanding in my grasp, while he, the dolt, stood with a brimming glass in either hand. “Darling, take the glasses from him,” I said over my shoulder to Alison, who of course then lay a little behind me. She could no more show rebellion than he, and probably did not want to by then. Off the bed she slipped, walked round it and did as she was bid. His cock meanwhile throbbed merrily in my palm. “Do you not like this, Bruce?” I teased him. Oh, his face was flame red! “Yes, ma'am-that is to say…

“he stuttered, whereat I believe that Alison as well as I must have seen his poor worth as a suitor for her. Not that it mattered for almost at first sight of him I had intended him not to be! He was patently too young and inexperienced, though I determined to assist him in making up for the latter. “Undress, Bruce. We will take our drawers off,” I said, most unromantically and abruptly. Alison being stood all awry, I beckoned her quite imperiously to come down beside me again, but as she did so I turned myself completely around upon the bed and placed my feet up on a pillow. Alison, being then on her knees on the bed, hesitated. I did not look at Bruce, but heard him scuffling off his clothes. “Put your knees on either side of my head, dear, and face my feet,” I told her. She hesitated, stared down at me, and I knew her then for one of those young women who must be made to do all-as you, dear Julie, knew from the beginning with her.

Such creatures can be delightfully sensuous once they have got started-once, as it were, the button has been pressed. I reached out, grasped one leg of her drawers and all but pulled her over me so that her bottom hovered above my head and her knees made deep indents in the quilt. Turning my head and gazing beyond one fulsome thigh of hers, I saw that Bruce was at the ready, naked and with his prong well up. His balls looked full enough, I thought. “Get up behind her, Bruce, pull down her drawers and get your cock up to her bottom,” said I. Full knowing that Alison would utter some exclamation at this, I put my hand up to her chin and drew her full down over me so that her nose was forced to brush my pubic mound through my own nether garment.

“Ruffle mine down, darling,” I murmured and lifted my hips to assist in the enterprise. By then Bruce had mounted to her rear and her drawers slid down in concert with my own. Thereupon I raised my thighs and clamped them on either side of her head, so bringing her mouth down full upon my quim. “Glooooo!” choked Alison, but a cry of such surprise did not last for long since I licked my tongue up to her furry slit and parted its petals teasingly. This causing her to repeat the salute between my own legs (for she is soon enough brought on, as you too noticed), I reached back blindly with my hands and, passing them up the backs of her thighs, parted the plump cheeks of her bottom. Bruce-who had never perhaps thought to thread a girl by this route-even so did not tarry. His knob was presented, as I could just see by a movement of his prick. A snuffling sound came from Alison, whose breathing warmed my cunny nicely while her tongue worked in. She clasped my thighs and I knew him to have entered. New as it might have been for Bruce, it was not for her. A little jerk of her hips and he was well lodged. I knew it by his heavy breathing. Indeed, he groaned and I saw no good reason why he should not! “Be slow to your task, my boy, and you may have mine too,” I uttered in a very muffled voice. A little “Ah!” came from Alison. Her tongue worked the further in my honeypot. Her hips jiggled and then pressed back, his rude entry causing her quim to tighten a little, I licked around her perky spot and heard her moan. Her quimhairs brushed my nose and all was in a lovely trance! Bruce panted overmuch, though, working back and forth.