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Copyright (c) 1988 by Edward L. Stauff. Duplication of 
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Milady and Milord
by Edward L. Stauff (address withheld)

***

A nave is caught in a compromising position with a 
squire's daughter and is forced to satisfy the Squire's 
passions in order to continue on. (MMF, bi, inc, 
threesome, medieval)

***

It happened in Soskermo, on a very hot day in the 
middle of summer. It was, in fact, the last time I 
passed through that city before moving north: the 
supply of minstrels had quite exceeded the demand for 
our services. 

On that last trek along my route I nearly starved and I 
rode into Soskermo with one letter to deliver and a 
firm resolve not to surrender it until my stomach had 
been filled at the expense of the letter's recipient.

In the towns of the north, basement apartments are 
occupied by those who lack the means for more desirable 
lodging. In Soskermo, however, it was the fashion for 
the wealthier classes to occupy the lowest levels of a 
building, in order to escape the constant heat. My 
destination, as I found, was the lowest (and therefore 
the most expensive) apartment in a tall building near 
the center of town. 

This edifice was set well back from the street, which 
made room for a deeply sunken garden between the 
pavement and the front of the building. A bridge of 
wrought-iron, brightly painted, crossed the center of 
the garden to provide access to the main doorway. My 
knock was answered by a door-man, who evidently was 
employed jointly by all the residents of the building.

"What is the nature of thy business?" he asked in a 
pompous voice. As he spoke he studied me with a 
practiced eye from my cracked and dusty boots to my 
cropped, sweat-damp hair, and added with ill-disguised 
reluctance "Sir?"

I bowed low, sweeping my hat through the air in a 
grandiose circle, to show him that I was civilized, 
too. "I have here a letter for the Lord Rathmund 
t'Auliern, from his brother the Duke of Whinton." My 
northern accent seemed to lower his opinion of me even 
further, if that was possible.

"Milord is not at home. If thou wouldst be so kind as 
to turn over to me the letter, I shall see it into his 
hands." The doorman held out his hand, his eyes 
inspecting the door, as if he feared my vagabond hands 
had soiled it. The possibility that I could do 
otherwise than to obey him and depart had not even 
occurred to him.

Making no move to produce the letter, I informed him: 
"The Duke assured me that I would receive a suitable 
recompense from the recipient of his letter, most 
likely in the form of a full meal." This last part was 
in fact not true, but I doubted that the doorman would 
know that. 

That he was unaccustomed to arguing with minstrels and 
other riff-raff was becoming evident, as his neck 
(which was nearly as wide as his head) was slowly 
turning pink. My hunger notwithstanding, I would gladly 
have discussed the matter with him for the rest of the 
morning, purely for amusement, but at that moment we 
heard steps on the stairs behind him.

"Who is at the door, Chumfers?"

"Milady," said Chumfers, turning and bowing, "It is a 
minstrel who doth claim to bear a letter for Milord, 
but the ruffian doth refuse to surrender it."

"Until," I added swiftly, "I am assured of a meal in 
payment, as is customary." Milady had reached the top 
of the stairs which led to the apartment below. I could 
see that she was small and pretty, but I dared not look 
too long at her: had Chumfers' eyes been pikes, he 
would have transfixed me where I stood.

"Thou mayst come and join me at my luncheon," said 
Milady. "Where is the letter?"

I handed over the letter and followed her down the wide 
stairs, conscious of Chumfers' eyes boring into my 
back. The apartment was deliciously cool after the 
cruel sunny streets of Soskermo. It was richly 
furnished, with tiled floors of myriad colors and 
translucent windows which let in the sun's light while 
keeping its fiery heat at bay. In a large, low hall 
filled with couches, chairs and tables Milady stopped 
and looked at me. 

"My name is Ridleigh," I said, bowing and looking back. 
Her hair was light and wavy, and stopped just short of 
her neck. She was dark-skinned, as were all the natives 
of that region, and wore a short dress without sleeves. 
The dress was the color of butter, and its neckline was 
cut very low between her small breasts.

"Thou mayst call me Milady t'Auliern," she said, 
leading me to a small table which had been stocked with 
food of various sorts. As we ate we discussed such 
vital matters as the climate, the cook's prowess, and 
the health of the Baron, whom she called "uncle". I 
noted this with interest, reasoning that if the Baron 
was her uncle and also the brother of Milord t'Auliern, 
then Milady must be Milord's daughter, and not his wife 
as I had assumed. When we had finished our repast, I 
rose to leave.

"Milady, I thank you for most graciously sharing with 
me your food. Please permit me to leave, before I tarry 
longer than propriety allows."

"Wouldst thou not stay yet a while, Ridleigh?" she 
asked, rising and rossing to a large couch, in the 
corner of which she sat down again. "'Twill be many 
hours before Milord returneth." Her eyes made clear 
what her words hinted at, and I was suddenly aware of 
an intense lust to see this woman naked.

"But surely," I said, taking a step toward her, "Such a 
fair maiden must be betrothed, if not married 
altogether?"

"Milady is neither married not betrothed," she 
responded, "Nor a maiden."

I required no further convincing. Striding to the 
couch, I sat down beside her and grabbed her about the 
waist, pulling her light frame against me. Her arms 
snaked round my back as we kissed. 

Any doubts I might have had about her intentions were 
washed away by her long, soft tongue which pushed 
between my lips and teeth and proceeded to fully 
explore the inside of my mouth. My hands felt small 
buttons on the back of her dress and began to unfasten 
them, one by one. Milady's hands proceeded in a similar 
manner until the tiles before the couch were littered 
with articles of clothing, and nothing remained to 
impede the mutual touch of our skin.

With a strength that surprised me, Milady t'Auliern 
pushed me down on the wide couch and sat upon my 
thighs. We paused for a moment as I gazed at the tuft 
of hair below her belly, the same color as her skin, 
but so fluffy that it completely failed to hide the 
dainty lips beneath. "If thou wouldst be so kind?" she 
asked, smiling sweetly. 

I complied willingly, holding my stiff organ upright 
with one hand. She settled down on it, and two sighs 
sounded as one as we felt my penis slide slowly up 
Milady's vagina. Her hands moved forward to support the 
weight of her shoulders as she wiggled her hips to 
lodge me as deeply as possible.

"Is Milady comfortable?" said I.

"To the very depths of my crevasse," she answered with 
much satisfaction. "But I fear that the heat of the day 
doth parch my nipples most cruelly."

"Perhaps I may remedy your discomfort." Leaning 
forward, I licked first one pink tip and then the 
other, which immediately blossomed forth into lovely 
dark red buds which seemed too large for such modest 
breasts. She arched her back to present them more 
conveniently. The sweet mounds of flesh were soft 
against my face, her nipples stiff against my tongue. 

Presently her arms grew tired and she dropped her chest 
upon mine. One hand tangled itself tenderly in my hair; 
the other slid between our bellies to investigate what 
was happening between Milady's legs. I felt her 
fingers, wet from the union of our bodies, touching 
here, stroking there, then rubbing the tiny knob which 
I knew lay nestled between her furry lips. 

I heard Milady start to whimper, and the knowledge that 
her climax was imminent hastened my own. With our hips 
pressed tightly together, waves of intense pleasure 
washed over us, leaving us both gasping for breath.

***

"Thou insolent, adulterous rogue!"

I leaped to my feet out of the doze into which I had 
fallen, leaving Milady t'Auliern jostled and disheveled 
(and, of course, naked) on the couch. A man of 
approximately my own size, wearing a white toga and a 
fierce scowl, was striding across the room. "How dare 
you, thou ruffian, in this mine own house?" he 
bellowed.

"But good sir, Milord," I stammered, uncomfortably 
aware of my state of attire, "Your daughter..."

"Daughter!?!" He roared, "Thou hast violated my *wife*! 
I shall exact full retribution from thee, on the 
instant!"

"Your wife?" I suddenly realized that Milady had lied 
to me, and now *I* had to face the consequences! I 
glanced at her, but her eyes were glued to her irate 
husband. "If you would but name the time and the 
place..."

"What?" Milord t'Auliern was still quite loud, but he 
was no longer bellowing. "Dost thou believe that I 
would" - he began to chuckle - "that I would *duel* 
with the likes of thee on the field of *honor*? What 
honor canst thou claim, with my wife lying naked on the 
couch, thy seed yet seeping from her crotch?" At this, 
Milady blushed and moved to cover the area in question.

"Then, Milord, if you would but name a price..."

Milord snorted in derision. "What price wouldst thou 
fix on the honor of a lady? Thou dost insult her anew."

"Summon the authorities, Milord, I shall not..."

"A pox on thy thrice-damned authorities!" He was 
bellowing again. "This is mine own private matter, to 
be settled by myself alone!"

I thought rapidly. He would not duel me, nor accept 
money, nor have me imprisoned. Would he have me 
whipped, or even kill me? I had brought no weapons 
inside the house, save my weapon of love, and he stood 
between me and the stairs. If he attacked me, I would 
have to run for the atrium and try to escape. But I had 
to be certain of his intentions. "Surely Milord would 
not have me killed! After all, I have done no injury to 
Milady."

He laughed again. "Kill thee? No, thou lecherous 
minstrel, thy reparation shall be made in kind with thy 
crime!" With these words he cast open his robe, which 
revealed his cock in glorious erection. "If thou canst 
please me as thou didst please Milady, then thou mayst 
escape a more painful punishment." 

I was so taken aback at this new development that he 
had me cornered before I could even think of moving. 
"Get thee on thy knees before me, and do you suck me 
long and well." I would have tried to flee, but Milady 
came forward and grasped my limp, frightened organ in 
her hand.

"Thou canst not flee while I hold thee thus," she said, 
"But I need not hold thee against thy will." Milady 
began to stroke the soft flesh in her hand, and I felt 
my lust begin to return. There was now no alternative, 
but I was no longer sure I wanted one. I knelt on the 
floor before Milord t'Auliern.

His skin was the same color as that of his wife, which 
was darker than my own, despite the tan I had acquired 
under the intense southern sun. I reached out and 
gingerly grasped his penis with my hand. It was warm, 
and at once both soft and hard. I stroked it gently and 
it throbbed in my hand. Taking a deep breath to 
strengthen my resolve, I bent forward. Just as I did 
so, a pearly drop of clear liquid oozed from the tiny 
hole at the end of the shaft. 

I hesitated, but realizing that there was more and 
possibly worse to come, I put forth my tongue and 
licked. To my surprise and relief, the taste was 
slightly salty but not in the least unpleasant. Thus 
reassured, I took the big blunt crown of Milord's staff 
between my lips and began to suck it. At the same time 
Milady sat down beside me and put her head in my lap.

"If thou dost bite me, doubt not that Trisili will do 
likewise unto thee," warned Milord t'Auliern. He pushed 
further into my mouth, and I opened my jaw lest my 
teeth should scrape the sensitive skin. At the same 
time I felt a moist warmth engulf my own sex. The 
realization that I was doing to her husband what Milady 
was doing to me produced a great thrill within me. I 
suddenly realized that I enjoyed having this penis in 
my mouth, and I sucked eagerly as I felt my own penis 
grow stiff between Milady's lips. 

I felt a strong desire to give this man the same 
pleasure that his wife was giving to me, and I tried to 
remember the techniques with which women had pleased me 
in the past. Wetting my hands with my saliva, I rubbed 
Milord's organ as it slid in and out of my mouth. 
Milord grunted with satisfaction, and began moving his 
hips back and forth. I felt his hands grip my shoulders 
as he humped my face, and I used my hands to measure 
off the portion of his cock which would fit in my mouth 
without choking me. 

Soon he quickened his movements, and I felt a moment of 
panic at the thought of what was imminent. But it was 
too late for second thoughts; I felt his muscles 
contract and he shuddered. At the same time I felt a 
taste of something rich and strong, and a thick liquid 
washed over my tongue. It was followed by a strong 
gush, and then a stronger one, and I had to swallow 
rapidly to avoid drowning in it. His seed filled my 
mouth and throat in great creamy spurts, and the smell 
of it filled my nostrils. 

I felt like I had drunk tankards of his semen before it 
stopped and I could catch my breath. The heady flavor 
remained in my mouth after I had swallowed the last of 
it, and I found that it tasted almost as good as a 
woman's cunt. I held Milord's penis in my mouth as it 
slowly shrank, drawing the last drops from it. He 
sighed deeply when at last it slid from my lips.

"Ahhh, that was good. Very, very good. And thou didst 
seem to enjoy it!"

"I must confess," I answered, "That I did. I must thank 
you, Milord, for introducing me to a new pleasure." 
This was, unfortunately, the wrong thing to say.

"Oh-ho, must thou indeed? It ill befits a punishment 
that it should be enjoyed! And thou, Trisili, art 
partly to blame for it. Get thee out of his crotch! I 
must punish him anew, and thou likewise for thy 
prurience. But first I must slake my thirst for thy 
sweet nectar, so needs must thou sit upon the couch and 
open thy honey-pot." As Milady complied, he turned to 
address me. "In the meantime thou mayst use thy hands 
and mouth again to restore me."

Milord t'Auliern turned to his wife, who was sitting in 
one corner of the couch. Her legs were drawn up and 
apart, and rested in the crooks of her elbows. Her 
pussy was gaping wide like a huge flower, traces of our 
mingled juices still trickling down the crack of her 
bottom. My view was soon obstructed, however, by the 
head of her husband, which fastened itself to that most 
sacred part of a woman's anatomy. 

Not daring to risk further arousal of his wrath, I 
placed myself beneath the kneeling man and took his 
penis once more between my lips. It was soft and flabby 
now, and smaller, so that I could draw the entire 
length of it into my mouth, the soft head tickling the 
back of my throat. I could hear him eating his wife, 
who was quietly cooing and sighing. 

Then I encountered a new sensation: Milord's cock began 
to grow and stiffen in my mouth. Soon I heard the 
sounds of Milady t'Auliern in the throes of orgasm, and 
when she had finished, Milord stood up.

"Thou, minstrel," he said, "Shall administer Milady's 
punishment. Thou hast known most intimately her larger 
pleasure-hole; now thou mayst know the smaller. Kneel 
upon the floor, Trisili, and accept thy punishment!" 
Trisili obeyed, resting her body on the couch with her 
knees upon the tiles. Between her cheeks I could 
plainly see the brown wrinkled orifice of her bottom-
hole. The thought of making love to her there excited 
my passion, but I feared that I would hurt her. 

Kneeling behind her, I dipped my fingers into the 
dripping pink slash below it and smeared the crack of 
her fanny with her cream. I inserted a wet finger to 
lubricate her interior, and I noticed with relief that 
Milady did not so much as flinch. Moving my hips 
against her fanny, I wetted my rigid tool in her love-
spring. Then, aiming higher, I pushed it gently into 
her bottom.

"Ah... ah... oh..." Her breath came in short gasps as 
my penis spread her open.

"Forgive me, Milady," I apologized, "It distresses me 
to have to give you pain." But when she turned her head 
about to look at me, I saw that her face was set in a 
wide smile, and I suddenly realized that pain was not 
among her immediate emotions! Withdrawing, I moistened 
my shaft with saliva and inserted it once more. This 
time she pushed against me, and in a moment I was 
buried to the hilt. The interior of Milady's bottom was 
deliciously tight, and quite hot, but before I had a 
chance to enjoy the wonderful sensations we were 
sharing, I felt something wet press against my own 
cheeks.

"Now we begin *thy* punishment," said Milord t'Auliern. 
"Both thy bottoms shall be filled at once!"

Fear returned as I felt Milord rubbing up and down in 
the crack of my ass, and Milady Trisili must have 
sensed it, for she said to me: "Thou must relax, 
Ridleigh, or it will be most painful. Do not resist, 
and the pain will be slight and will not last." As she 
finished speaking I felt a pressure against my anus, 
and I tried to do as she bade me. I felt my ass stretch 
and stretch as Milord's penis slowly entered me, 
causing a strange burning sensation. The pain grew 
until at last I cried out to him to stop, which he did.

"Thou hast fully half my cock within thee," he said, 
"We shall do better on the next stroke." The pain 
rapidly disappeared as he slowly pulled out of me. He 
applied more spittle and tried again. This time the 
pain was reduced, but before it could build I bade him 
cease again. This time he replied that it had but an 
inch further to go. Pleasure rapidly replaced pain as 
his staff slid slowly out. Once again he slid the great 
filling bulk of his penis up my ass, and this time 
there was but mild discomfort. 

When he stopped, I knew that he was lodged completely 
inside. Then I remembered that my own rod was stuffing 
Milady, so I began to move it gently in and out. She 
responded with short gasps which I now knew to be 
expressions of pleasure, not pain. Then I, too, let 
forth an involuntary gasp as my movements were 
duplicated behind me.

The intense pressure in my bowels, combined with the 
squeezing of Milady's sphincter, drove me to a height 
of pleasure I had never before known. I thrust my rod 
into the hot crack of Milady's fanny, and each time I 
withdrew, Milord's penis slid deep within me. I bent 
over Trisili's back and pressed against her, to enable 
her husband to penetrate me further. 

On the very next stroke, I felt the blunt knob stab me 
to the core, and I cried out as a sharp peak of passion 
set off the longest, most intense orgasm I had ever 
felt. As I collapsed, panting, on top of Milady, my 
cock still lodged in her bottom, Milord t'Auliern came, 
and I felt his cream fill me in short, hot spurts. For 
many long minutes we were all still as our breathing 
and heartbeats slowly returned to normal.

Freshly bathed, with both my hunger and my passion 
temporarily sated, I bid farewell to Milady and Milord.

END

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