As fortified as the castle and walled enclosures were, the grounds could not contain rumors. And rumors were rife.
Lord Thomas's sexual proclivities were well known throughout the countryside, but especially in the galley of the manor. All the lasses there, it seemed, had been warmly welcomed by Sir Thomas and his extremely large penis at one time or another. The maids were often seen giggling with each other as they held their two hands a foot apart to demonstrate his size.
"I swear I couldn't walk straight for a week after the first time," one shapely lass remarked. I can't imagine how Lady Catharine can take it day in and day out.
"Aye. But lately, he seems preoccupied with the mother and daughter who are new to the castle. The mother's a randy one, and I suspect the daughter is not too far behind. The apple and the tree, so to speak."
"An apple penetrated with an arrow from Sir Thomas, perhaps."
"More like a ripe peach falling from the tree. I hear she's a tasty one."
"She's definitely got a pair of hefty melons for Sir Thomas to nibble on. But her mum's are a whole meal." The comment was punctuated with two hands hefting a pair of imaginary huge breasts.
The women giggled at their jokes. Part of their mockery was jealousy. Young Marian, the young maiden in question, seemed to be getting most of Lord Thomas's attention these days. Her mother, Martha, was also walking stiffly of late. During their short time at the manor, he had made ample use of their assets. The fact that they were mother and daughter only increased the imaginative scenarios in which he placed them. A recent late-night drama in which Marian played the part of a naughty nun was only one example of the Lord's playful intrigues. Marsha as Mother Superior rounded out the tableau. Last night was the latest of their escapades.
Back in their room shortly before the roosters began crowing, Martha and Marian snuggled in their bed. Their clothing lay in a pile on the floor. Both women's skirts and blouses were dotted with suspicious stains that had the earmarks, or other marks, of Sir Thomas.
"Sir Thomas was a randy one tonight, young Marian. Are ye sore from his attention? When he cums, it's a real gusher, ain't it"
"Aye, I'm a bit sore. When he put his manhood in me bum, it burned, but you added lots of spit, and that helped a wee bit. Even so, I'm beginning to relax more than the first time he put it there. Thankfully, he spilled his load in me quickly."
A rooster crowed, and Martha giggled.
Speaking of big cocks, that one crowing is a warning. We'd better get some sleep before we are needed in the galley. I hope they can spare us a few winks. Kiss me, my darling girl. You were wonderful in your role tonight. Who knows where this will lead, but we are better here than in the butcher's house. Your dim-witted father can barely support us."
Marian kissed her mother on the lips and smiled.
"Thank you, Mum, for teaching me how to please a man. You are a good tutor."
"Aye, and you are a good student. Men can't resist looking at you. Me? I've got to at least show my tits before they'll pay any attention. Thank the Lord I've got flesh to spare. Yours will be like mine soon enough. For now, though, your breasts are perfect for your trim figure. And your tight little cunt...that's a whole other story. But go to sleep, darlin'. The days are long with Lord Thomas. Like his cock"
In minutes, the mother and daughter were drifting off in each other's arms. Martha smiled as her daughter's lips found a fat nipple and suckled on it.
"You always loved to nurse, Marian. Now that you are sucking on cocks, a nipple is a nice change of pace, ain't it?"
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Lord Thomas awoke and blinked groggily in the morning light. It had been a long night, but a productive one. He looked under the fur pelt that covered him and admired his huge cock, now limp but still large and resting between his thighs.
"Jesus, what a night! You had quite a workout, Lad. Two busty wenches dressed as nuns with moist quims to receive you. The young one is a tight lass, in't she? Her mum ain't so bad either. She can suck the cum right out of me."
Suddenly the heavy oak bedroom door opened a notch, and Lady Catharine stuck her head in the opening.
"Did you call me, Lord Thomas? I thought I heard you talking."
"Aye, Catharine. I was talking to meself, but why don't you come over here and climb aboard me? Me cock is getting still at the sight of you."
"I'm busy at the moment, Lord. You had a late night. I only woke when you pressed that snake against me. Thankfully, it was not as rigid as usual and spared me the pleasure of your passion. You were asleep in moments."
"Come look at it now, m'lady. He seems to be waking up."
Sir Thomas flung the fur blanket aside, and Catharine gasped. His thick cock stood stiffly in the cool air of the bedroom once the weight of the covers had been removed.
"Come have a taste, Love. It loves a sweet mouth. Just a few licks."
"M'Lord is incorrigible. Just a taste, then."
Lady Catharine knew that her husband would not let up until he felt her lips on his cock, so she sighed and walked to the side of his bed. She sat on the edge and reached across his thighs to his thick cock. Her fingers could not encircle the fleshy appendage, and she noticed immediately that it was covered with dried body fluids, from whom she did not know, but she guessed it was a prize from the previous evening. A blonde pubic hair was a telltale giveaway.
Her husband smiled as she stroked him a few times and then opened her mouth as wide as possible and placed her lips over the bulbous head of his cock. He was so large that she could only fit the crown and a little more in her mouth, but that would have to do.
As her lips extended a half inch down the shaft, she tasted the remnants from his late-night drama. A mixture of dried cum and the unmistakable taste of young pussy invaded her taste buds, but was soon mixed with her own saliva. Her tongue swirled around the helmet and over his piss hole. Already, a drop of precum formed on her tongue and she swallowed it to keep from gagging.
"Aye, that's a good wife. Ye know what the Lord of the manor likes, don't ye? It won't take long, Catharine. My boy loves your sweet mouth. I can feel me balls churning already."
Catharine knew from experience that Sir Thomas would not cum quite so quickly, but she also knew a few tricks of her own. She removed her lips and ran them up and down his shaft as she began pumping furiously with her fist. She smiled a silky smile and looked him directly in the eye as she put her lips back over the crown and sucked with all her might.
Suddenly, Thomas's face showed both his pleasure and surprise as he felt his balls on the verge of release. He tried to hold back, but Catharine sucked harder. When the first blast filled her mouth, she let it run down from the corners of her mouth and onto her hand and her husband's hairy thighs. Several other large squirts soon followed with the same result. When the release finally stopped, she swallowed what remained in her mouth. She wiped her hand on Sir Thomas's leg.
Lord Thomas lay back on his pillow and sighed in exhaustion. Catharine scooted up and kissed him with sperm covered lips, allowing him to taste his own cum and whatever other flavors were mixed in with it.
"Mother of mercy, you suck a mean cock, m'Lady."
"M'Lord must be tired. Perhaps his lordship is staying up too late worrying about the castle. You didn't fill my mouth quite as full as normal. Of course, it was still more than ordinary men can produce. I hope you feel better now. Your manhood is looking satisfied for the time being."
She gave his penis a little bite on the head as if she was going to bite it off. Sir Thomas grimaced with the nibble, and then relaxed when Catharine kissed it. She smiled playfully and blew him a kiss as she retreated from the bedroom. But she was getting an idea about how to deal once and for all with her husband's indiscretions.
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Marsha and Marian awoke to a knock on their door and quickly dressed before opening it. One of Lady Catharine's attendants was waiting patiently, note in hand. She handed the note to Marsha and walked away, hoping the busty wench knew how to read.
"Lady Catharine wants to see us, Marian. What on earth can she want? Please freshen up quickly so we don't look like we've just come from a whorehouse. We need to see her right away. She will be in the stables brushing her horse."
The two women hurriedly brushed their hair and straightened their clothing before walking hand in hand to the stables. There they spotted the handsome stable hand, Richard, who pointed out Lady Catharine brushing her stallion at the end of a row of horse stalls.
As they continued, Martha remarked to her daughter, "Aye, he's a handsome one, ain't he? Reminds me of Sir Thomas's son Graham. Same blonde hair and face. Hmmm, I wonder...?"
Just then Catharine spotted the pair and waved.
"M'Lady. At your service. What can we do for you?"
Catharine eyed the duo for several seconds, smiling as if harboring a secret before explaining her idea. Both women giggled conspiratorially at the plan.
"We'll do our best, Madam. You can count on us."
"Better wash those clothes, ladies. They appear stained. Never mind, I'll outfit you. I'll have one of my attendants bring you fresh skirts and blouses. But for now, you'd better get to the galley for the midday meal preparation. I will see you tonight.
As the two women made their way back to the castle through the muddy street, Lady Catharine waved to Richard, the stablehand, motioning for him to come and help her. He ran to her side quickly. The gesture was not lost on Martha.
"What is it, m'Love?" Richard knew he was out of hearing from anyone else.
"Richard, I've not much time, but I need you to wipe the taste of my husband from my mouth. Come with me. Quickly."
She led him to the back of the stables where harnesses and other horse tack were kept. She closed the door, and in the dim light of a dirty pane of glass, she kissed him and placed his hand on her breast as she fondled his cock through his leggings.
"First, I need to suck your beautiful cock, my love. Help me free it from your trousers. There! Oh, what a lovely tool you have. I've been thinking about this all morning, ever since...well, no need to explain."
She dropped to her knees on the straw floor.
"Mmmm, you taste so good. Yes, let me feel your hardness with my lips, my sweet boy. I love the way you taste."
Catharine proceeded to fellate the handsome lad, as she ran her hands over his muscular thighs and stomach, only stopping to stroke him. In return, he squeezed her breasts through her smock until, finally, she lifted it and exposed her bare chest. Her breasts were large, not as big as Martha's by any means, but full and capped with large pink areolae. As he fondled them, he knew he wouldn't last long.
"M'Lady is making me so excited. I don't know how long I can last. Oh, Lord. I'm trying to hold it." The fact that the lady of the manor was on her knees with his hard cock in her mouth only added to his excitement.
Catharine looked up and smiled as she continued to slowly stroke him with her small hand.
"Let it go, Richard. Tomorrow we will meet at the cottage, and you can fuck me until I beg you to stop. For now, I just want to taste your sweet love juice."
Never taking her eyes from his, she put her lips back on his shaft and expertly sucked and tongued his cock. In minutes, he finally resigned himself and let loose with a huge discharge. Cathariine swallowed as much as possible, the overflow landing on the straw at his feet, and licked him clean.
She stood and kissed him, the taste of his discharge still on her lips. Her loins longed for more, but that would have to wait for another day. She had other things to do yet today. At least she got rid of the vile taste of Sir Thomas from her mouth.
She quickly straightened her clothing and bade her lover to leave quietly. She returned to brushing her beautiful stallion and waited for a long time before returning to the castle. She smiled at her sinister thoughts.
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Marian and her mother, Martha, spent the day as usual doing chores around the manor, but because they were often called to serve Sir Thomas, their duties were considerably lighter than the other maidens in the employ of the family. The fact that they had their own room and did not sleep with the other women in the large loft area was, by itself, a unique privilege. When they returned to their room before dinner, they discovered the clothing that Lady Catherine had promised. They quickly changed and admired each other in their new togs.
"You look lovely, Marian. The blouse does nothing to hide your perky bosoms, and the vest enhances them even more."
"And likewise with you, Mother. Sir Thomas's eyes will be busy surveying those tits of yours, for sure. Your blouse is cut so low I can almost see your nipples. Mmmm, you look delicious."
"Lady Catharine wanted us to surprise Sir Thomas. I think he will be pleasantly surprised. I imagine his codpiece will be straining for release when he sees us. She did say it was to be a surprise, right?"
"And never to tell a soul about it. Aye. It's his birthday, I believe. But whatever the occasion, it's an excuse to play with that big sausage that hangs between his legs. She said he would be forever grateful. We only need to wait for the signal from m'Lady's attendant after the evening meal."
Of course, the evening meal was light fare, and both servants and masters usually only had a soup of some kind and a bit of bread. When done, most of the maidens soon were in bed. But not Marian and Martha. Their evening was just beginning.
Sir Thomas bathed rarely, but he had decided to take a long, medicinal soak that evening and had his servants draw him gallons of hot water for his pleasure. His tub had been specially made for him, and required huge quantities of water to fill it. When he was done, if he so chose, he would allow Catherine to use it as well.
He thought that was the plan for the evening. He was partly right.
So once he had stripped, with his aide, Reginald, helping him, he stepped into the piping hot water. His huge cock shrank when the heat hit it to more common proportions as he lay back and let the steaming water do its work. Reginald excused himself and stepped out of the room quietly.
At the same time, another door in a secret panel opened, and in stepped Marian and Martha, who had been waiting and watching from their hiding spot. They tiptoed to the tub in the center of the room, and quietly knelt beside it. Sir Thomas was almost asleep with his eyes shut tight when he suddenly felt two hands on his cock.
And they weren't his.
He opened his eyes to find the two buxom maidens, each with a hand on his now life-size erection and their breasts hanging over the edge of the tub and dipping into the water.
They giggled at the look on his face.
"Surprise, Sir Thomas. Relax and enjoy this."
The two women reached across the tub and kissed one another on the lips as they grabbed his cock and, in seconds, had both their mouths taking turns trying to swallow as much as possible. Soon, and with Sir Thomas's urging, they were naked and squeezed into the tub with him.
As crowded as it was, Martha found a way to straddle his Lordship, and with her daughter's help, was able to fit his missile inside her now steaming hot cunt. She leaned forward once she was well situated and let him play with her huge breasts as she worked her hips up and down his rigid shaft. Marian, meanwhile, gripped his cock at the base and teased both her mother's ass and Sir Thomas's hairy balls with her slender fingers. In time they exchanged positions, and soon Marian felt that huge cock head once again poking at her back door. She grimaced in anticipation of what was to come.
Then this happened.
All three were loudly squealing their delights when suddenly Sir Thomas looked up, and his face appeared to have seen a ghost. But it wasn't a ghost.
It was his wife. Catharine. The lady of the manor. The lady whose family fortune was paying for most of the luxuries that Sir Thomas enjoyed. The lady whose dowry also had a divorce clause that only the rich and powerful could arrange.
And she was not happy.
As Sir Thomas's face registered panic, his penis registered shrinkage. Marian's bum was saved. At least for now.
"Ladies, I think you had better return to your room. Lord Thomas has some explaining to do."
Without argument, the two wenches were out the door, clothes in a bundle in their arms, and fear on their faces. They had already been warned to never tell that Lady Catharine had arranged what they now realized was a charade. They had heard stories about the wrath of a woman scorned, and especially about the fiery temper of m'Lady. They wanted no part of it.
Lord Thomas, now alone with his wife, stammered for a bit before she cut him off. His cock was smaller than she had ever seen it, no doubt partly because of the hot water that he was in, both literally and figuratively.
He knew the particulars of the prenuptial arrangement, and he had sneaked around them for years, but now he had been caught red-handed...or possibly red-penised. Little did he know his wife had been doing the same thing with a young stable hand.
Finally, his wife spoke.
"We need to talk, Arsehole."
