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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