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Subject: {ASSM} Uncourtly Love Ch. 02 (MFF, hist, anal, voy) by Mike Chambers
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Uncourtly Love Ch.  02 (MFF, hist, anal, voy)

   by Mike Chambers

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   The Lady Eloise knelt in the forest clearing, her hands folded on her
knees.  The young noblewoman's demure posture was almost prayer-like,
betrayed only by the streaks of creamy white semen that were splashed
across her face.  Next to her, slumped almost to the ground, was Ranulf,
every inch the exhausted warrior.  His face wore a curious expression of
fulfilment and defeat.  And so it was: for all his skill in combat, he had
been proven completely unequal to Eloise's skill in the ways of sex.

   Despite her apparent calmness, Eloise's mind was whirring.  When she had
first issued her challenge to Ranulf, it had seemed that nothing more would
follow than some mutual masturbation.  But as she had turned the tables,
using only her fingers, her mouth and her words, a whole vista of
possibilities had opened out to her.  And it excited her, the thought of
using the young knight to fulfil her desires, and maybe being used by him
to fulfil his.  So Ranulf's forfeit would not be simple, or immediate;
rather, it would be something delicious that both of them could savour.

   Ranulf looked up at Eloise.  He still seemed confused about what had
just happened, as if in the shattering aftermath of his orgasm he realised
what a complex web he had just weaved with her.  He took a deep breath, and
then bowed his head as if in homage.  "And what, my lady," he asked slowly,
"is the forfeit you require of me?"

   Eloise laughed gently.  "Oh cheer up, you silly man." She wiped away
some cum that was dripping from her chin.  "I just offered my face for your
seed, didn't I?"

   Ranulf smiled.  He had always been a curious combination of paladin,
lover and child, which was why Eloise found their new entanglement so
fulfilling.  "You look," he said happily, "like a whore.  A whore of the
highest blood, but a whore nonetheless."

   Eloise smiled back.  "I feel like one, too.  Anyway, your forfeit.  You
probably think that I expect you to pleasure me, as I pleasured you."

   "It would be an honour, my lady."

   "But, in all your excitement, you may not have realised that I took the
opportunity of pleasuring myself.  Now, being a woman, that is no bar to
further satisfaction.  But I can see you are a tired knight, and besides a
pleasure that is delayed may also be a pleasure increased." It was true
that in the privacy of her own room, the Lady Eloise could happily frig
herself for a couple of hours, teasing her soaking sex to the point of
orgasm, her nipples stiff and red with expectancy, and then let the
immediate need pass, until the passion became too much and she succumbed to
a terrible tortured release.  "So, knight, this is the errand that I want
you to perform for me tomorrow."

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   Ranulf rode slowly through the village.  He knew exactly who we was
looking for.  He had seen the young peasant woman many times before, and
something about her rather saucy demeanour had always suggested to him that
she might be a ripe fruit for plucking.  In the past there had always been
a reason not to pluck, so as to speak, but now, in fulfilling Eloise's
errand, he had the perfect excuse.

   Not, it had to be said, that Eloise had been bothered as to the
willingness of the target.  Her precise words had been for him to
"persuade, bribe or force" a woman to come with him.  Ranulf would make
that particular decision when it came to the time; he was reluctant to
violate some wretched serf, although there were one or two of the haughtier
noblewomen in the Marches who could probably benefit from being forced on
their backs and fucked hard, whether they liked it or not.

   There was no sign of the young woman.  Ranulf was debating whether to
ride back through the village or to meet Eloise and admit defeat, when he
noticed a woman walking through a nearby field.  She was older than the
young saucepot he had been seeking, probably a mother of her own children,
but hard work in the fields ensured that she had a strong, lithe physique
that Ranulf instantly found alluring.  She also reminded him of his Aunt
Matilda, who had often provided the mental image while he privately
pleasured himself.

   It seemed perverse, therefore, to ask where the younger woman was, when
an equally good victim was here at hand.  "You there!" Ranulf called out.

   The woman turned, and seeing the young knight bowed her head slightly in
respect.  "Yes, sire?"

   "I am looking for Fallow's Barn.  Do you know where it is?"

   "Yes, sire.  Through those fields, across the burn, and then through
Taplow's Coppice." She was still not looking at him.

   "Sounds complicated.  Is it far?"

   "About two miles, sire."

   "I see.  Will you show me the way?"

   The woman looked demurely down at her heavy load of laundry.  "Sire, I
have many things to do..."

   "I'll pay you for your time, of course."

   She looked up at him now, and Ranulf had the feeling that she was
appraising him in just the same way he had assessed her.  She had a fine
face, and dark hazel eyes; it was insolent for her to look at Ranulf like
this, but he could feel his cock stirring all the same.  She would make a
fine conquest.

   "If you say so, sire." She put down her basket.  "Fallow's Barn is this
way." She started to walk away.

   "That will take all day.  Climb up here." The woman looked a little
uncertain.  "Take my hand, I'll help you up." With a shy smile the woman
reached up and Ranulf could feel the calluses caused by a lifetime of hard
work as he lifted her effortlessly in front of him.  He urged his horse on
to a slow walk.

   "I don't know your name."

   "I am Sarah, sire."

   "I am Ranulf, of Temperley."

   The woman nodded.  As Ranulf had expected, and intended, her position
directly in front of him on the horse was extremely intimate.  With his
arms either side of her holding the reins, he kept brushing her full
breasts, while the motion of the horse kept pushing her bum back onto his
groin in a very agreeable way, making his cock stiffen.  It was another hot
and humid day, and there was something almost mesmerising about their
journey.

   Sarah wriggled a little, her bum rubbing against his cock.  "You are
bony, sire," she said a little breathlessly.

   Ranulf chuckled.  "And you, mistress Sarah, are soft and sweet, which
may explain why I am so bony."

   Sarah wriggled again, this time quite deliberately pushing against
Ranulf's erection.  "I do hope I'm not giving you discomfort, sire."

   Ranulf pushed himself forward, pressing his hardness to Sarah's behind.
"Quite the opposite, Sarah.  And you, how is your comfort?"

   Sarah cheekily took one of Ranulf's hands, and rested it lightly between
her legs.  He could feel the heat of her excitement.  "I do feel a little
warm, sire."

   "Let me see," said Ranulf, easing his hand past the layers of Sarah's
garments, " if I can find what the matter is." Delving further down, his
fingers brushed through the bush of Sarah's pubic hair, before encountering
the soft wet lips of her sex.  "Not just hot - wet," he whispered into
Sarah's ear.

   Sarah leaned back against Ranulf.  "I wonder, sire," she breathed, "if
in some way putting your boniness and my wet heat together would resolve
both our discomforts."

   "I think you're right, Sarah," said Ranulf, and kicked his horse into a
gallop.

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   The Lady Eloise shifted restlessly in her hiding place in the barn.  She
wasn't uncomfortable - in fact she had been rather lucky in finding a place
that would both allow her full view of what was going on, while at the same
time being sufficiently private for her to pleasure herself thoroughly as
the spectacle unfolded.  No it was rather impatience, and a slight
nervousness that Ranulf might not show, that caused her agitation.

   Just then she heard the rapid drumbeat as Ranulf's horse galloped up the
barn.  Eloise parted her underclothes, ready from the beginning to enjoy
everything that happened.  Ranulf came running into the barn, towing Sarah
behind him.  Eloise had a moment to consider that she didn't feel any
jealousy to see Ranulf with another woman; it seemed that whatever
connection Eloise had with him carried less power than her desire to play
the dark games they had now embarked on.

   As Ranulf and Sarah embraced, Eloise scrutinised Ranulf's choice.  Sarah
was older than Eloise had expected, but she was a fine and attractive woman
nonetheless.  Eloise was particularly captivated by the fullness of Sarah's
breasts, and was looking forward to seeing them bared for her pleasure. 
Added to that was the fact that Sarah bore some resemblance to Ranulf's
Aunt Matilda, a beautiful but difficult woman.  How delicious, thought
Eloise, for it to seem as if Ranulf was fucking his own aunt.

   Ranulf too seemed interested in Sarah's breasts.  His hands were
squeezing and mauling them, much to Sarah's pleasure.  Eloise was surprised
that Ranulf's apparent roughness could be so exciting, and wondered what it
would be like to be manhandled so.  It would feel good, she decided.

   Ranulf pulled Sarah's garments roughly down to her waist.  Her breasts,
creamy white in contrast to the bronzed tan of her face and arms, were full
and round; from the way Sarah stood it was clear she was proud of them, and
excited to display them like this.

   Without even realising what she was doing Eloise pressed her fingers
inside her sex.  She couldn't take her eyes of Sarah's breasts.  Eloise had
expected her attention to be focused on Ranulf, and was both shocked and
thrilled to realise that she could find another woman so exciting.

   Ranulf reached down to kiss and bite Sarah's breasts, and she offered
them to him eagerly, holding his head against them.  "You like my titties,
don't you?" she asked.  Eloise nodded unconsciously , her fingers busy on
her clit as she imagined how soft and sexy Sarah's titties would feel in
her mouth.

   Sarah dropped to her knees, and after a few seconds' fumbling released
Ranulf's erection.  She stroked it gently, then began rubbing it around her
breasts, paying particular attention to her large brown nipples.  "Does
that feel good, sire, my soft white titties against your cock?" Ranulf just
nodded.  Once again the determined warrior who had almost dragged Sarah
into the barn had been transformed into a nodding serf by a few soft
strokes and words.  Sarah cupped her breasts around Ranulf's cock, and
Eloise could see from the look of even deeper ecstasy on Ranulf's face that
the sensation was incredible.  "Mm, that feels good, fucking my big
titties, sire, doesn't it?" The sight of Ranulf's hard penis sliding
between Sarah's breasts looked good too.  Eloise was torn between the fear
of Ranulf cumming too early, and the beautiful prospect of Sarah's titties
covered in Ranulf's semen.

   Sarah bent her face down, and releasing Ranulf from her breasts took his
cock into her mouth.  For the first time Eloise saw that Sarah was busy
frigging herself inside her clothing, and the look on Sarah's face showed
how much pleasure she was getting from servicing the young knight.  Eloise
watched as Sarah took almost the whole length of Ranulf's erection into her
mouth, then slowly released it almost to the end.  The Lady Eloise enjoyed
sucking cock, but she had never imagined how erotic it could be to watch
another woman using her mouth to pleasure Ranulf.

   Once again Eloise thought that Ranulf might break his word, and cum in
Sarah's mouth, but as his excitement seemed to be rising too far Sarah let
his cock drop from her lips.  Sarah dropped back onto the straw, lifting
her garments and spreading her legs wide, wantonly displaying her hairy
bush and cunt.  "Now, sire, I think I have just the thing for your
boniness." She reached down and pulled her lips apart.  Eloise licked her
lips as she saw the shiny pink flesh of another woman's sex for the very
first time; she felt a sudden, violent hunger to lick and taste Sarah, to
press her tongue against another woman's slit and drink her honey.

   Ranulf knelt between Sarah's legs.  Eloise could see that all he wanted
was to shoot his spunk inside Sarah's inviting sex.  "I will fuck you,
Sarah, yes," he said, his voice unsteady with desire, "but I cannot finish
there.  You understand?" Eloise stifled a sigh.  It would have been
exciting to watch Ranulf and Sarah fucking, but she was thrilled and
relieved he was still keeping to his agreement to her.

   Sarah smiled at Ranulf, a look of pure devilish lust.  She lifted her
knees a little to her chest, opening her arse cheeks and exposing the
little brown crater of her arsehole.  Eloise swallowed.  This was even more
incredible than she had imagined.  There was something almost disturbing at
how excited Eloise felt at the sight of another woman's puckered hole.

   "Pleasure my cunt first, sire," said Sarah, " and it would be my
pleasure to go on my knees for you to finish in my arse." In the frantic
atmosphere of the barn it seemed quite normal for a peasant woman to make
demands of a knight.

   Ranulf nodded, and dropped down, sliding his cock easily into Sarah's
soaking sex.  Sarah gasped at the penetration, and with every rough thrust
she panted as her climax approached.  Eloise expected Sarah to frig
herself, but then she saw that that the rough bush of Ranulf's pubic hair
on Sarah's clitoris was providing all the extra stimulation needed.  Eloise
was transfixed by the look on Sarah's face, watching as her expression
passed from juddering concentration, through anxiety as her climax
approached, and then flushed sweaty triumph as she bounced and shook her
way through a powerful orgasm.  It was quite the most beautiful thing
Eloise had ever seen.

   Ranulf pulled out, his cock still stiff and unsatisfied, as Sarah fought
to capture her breath.  After a few seconds she turned to him and smiled.
"You are an honourable gentleman, sire, and it is my turn to offer you
satisfaction." Still exhausted from her orgasm, she rolled lazily onto her
front and then her knees, her arse pointing obscenely in the air.

   The Lady Eloise' mind was a dizzying mess.  In all her imaginings of
this she had never anticipated that a peasant woman on all fours, her cunt
sticky and gaping, her arsehole brown and vulnerable, could be such a
delicious sight.

   Ranulf knelt behind Sarah's arse, his cock slick and lubricated from
fucking Sarah, and pressed his cockhead against her back hole.  Eloise's
eyes flickered from Sarah's bum to her face, wanting to take in every
detail of her violation.  Eloise saw Sarah flinch as Ranulf pushed into
her, and then a look of intense, almost agonising discomfort came over her
face.

   "Is it good, mistress?" asked Ranulf, ever the gentleman.

   Sarah nodded, her hand reaching down to stroke her sex.  The look on her
face had changed to one of intense concentration, and she was breathing
carefully.  As Ranulf began to penetrate Sarah's arsehole more deeply, her
expression gradually transformed to strange, intense fulfilment.  Eloise
had wanted to see what being arsefucked was like, and seeing the serene
torture on Sarah's face made her urgently desire Ranulf's cock in her own
arse.  There would be time for that, she reminded herself.

   Ranulf, too, wore an expression quite unlike one Eloise had seen before.
The hot flesh of Sarah's impossible little hole wrapped tightly around his
cock was transporting him.  And, to Eloise's amazement, Sarah was now
pushing her bum back onto Ranulf's cock, urging him to bugger her more and
more violently.

   The scene was building to its inevitable climax.  Sarah's fingers,
despite her recent climax, were busy on her cunt; Ranulf was fucking her
arse with a desperate urgency that showed his own moment was close; and the
Lady Eloise's fingers were busy, one hand furiously working on her sopping
cunt, while the other poked a cheeky finger inside her own bum in imitation
of Sarah's ordeal.

   Ranulf groaned an animal raw grunt, the tight pressure of Sarah's anal
canal too much as he spurted wave after wave of hot spunk deep into her
bowels.  Sarah's second orgasm came simultaneously, utterly different to
the first, a shrieking howling bestial release of lust.  And Eloise, forced
into silence, almost passed out as wave after wave of her orgasm rocked
through her.

   Then, for some time, silence, until Sarah unsteadily rose to her feet,
carefully restoring her clothes to modesty.  "Sire, I must get back," she
said.

   Ranulf reached for his purse, but Sarah quickly stopped him.  "You mean
well, sire, I know.  But I lay with you because I wanted to, no other
reason.  Besides," and she gave him a cheeky smile, "when the score is
counted I think I took more from the bargain than you.  Let us say nothing
more, other than that, if I ever need the help of someone brave, kind and
powerful, I know exactly where to come."

   Sarah turned to leave, and then looking directly at the place where
Eloise was hiding, gave an almost imperceptible curtsey, a wicked naughty
grin splayed across her face.  Then she was off and out into the bright
sunlight.

   Eloise slipped from her secret place, her minding buzzing with the
thought that Sarah had knowingly put on such a sluttish display for someone
hiding.  Ranulf lay on the straw, his cock curling down, his eyes closed,
almost asleep.  Eloise knelt beside him, and looked again at his face.  She
was sure he was sleeping.  Something base and carnal crept from a dark
place into her mind.  She rested a couple of fingers gently on her clit. 
Then she bent down, right down, until her face was only inches away from
Ranulf's cock.

   The Lady Eloise breathed in.  If not an entirely pleasant smell, it was
an exciting one, not so different from when she sometimes sniffed her
fingers after they had been in her own bum, but also mingled with the dry
saltiness of Ranulf's cum.  Eloise's fingers danced a swifter tune on her
clit as she leant closer, drawing her nose along the limp shaft of Ranulf's
cock.

   Eloise began to frig herself in earnest.  What had started as little
more than nasty curiosity had developed into something desperately
exciting. The image of Sarah on all fours had left a powerful imprint, the
sight of Sarah's gaping cunt and brown arsehole appealing to something
primal in Eloise's imagination.  She breathed in again, deeply.  Her mind
was full of Sarah's bum, spread and exposed, while Ranulf's cock pounded
into it.  Unexpectedly Eloise could feel a second orgasm, so soon after the
first, welling inside her.  A sensation close to panic gripped the young
noblewoman.  She was smelling the inside of the peasant woman Sarah's arse,
and yet for her it was headier and more intoxicating than the most
bewitching incense from Asia.  Eloise rocked and shook as her orgasm
exploded through her, a torturously sordid moment of self-pleasure.

   As Eloise slowly recovered, she saw Ranulf's eyes were open, and upon
her.  His face wore a sly grin.  "It seems my lady has some dark leanings,"
he said.  "I like that, but I think it's only fair that tomorrow you must
undertake an errand for me."

   {Once again please send me feedback at mikechamberswrites@hotmail.co.uk
if you have any ideas what Eloise should do.  I have my own ideas but would
love to incorporate other suggestions for either Eloise or Ranulf in future
chapters}.

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