Archive-name: 3plus/mandm.txt

Archive-author: Edward L. Stauff

Archive-title: Milady and Milord





[Copyright (c) 1988 by Edward L. Stauff.  Duplication of this story,

without changes or omissions, is permitted for personal, non-profit

use.  All other rights are reserved.]



     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 crossing 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.



                                  (the end)





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