*This story is an excerpt from the updated adaptation I'm working on of the classic volume of erotica titled "A Compendium of Love Tales". It's a volume that was collected and recorded by an English monk, commonly referred to as Brother John of Stonebridge. It was most likely found and 'destroyed' by a superior; meaning, of course, that it was confiscated and kept hidden for said superior's personal use.

There once was a knight known as Sir Tomas Le Noir. His father was a knight who had fought in the first crusade, and subsequently traveled south on the African continent. His mother was a royalty, and he was brought up well. However, he had an older brother to take the throne, so Sir Tomas sailed to England to seek his fortune in the land of his father.
They called him Le Noir because of his skin. He was a head higher than most of the other men, with broad shoulders and a powerful, commanding nobility about him. On his long voyage over the continent, he fell in with a group of errant French knights, who taught him everything he needed to know about jousting, and European manners.
No one knows how Sir Tomas le Noir came to England, but they know he did. One Midsummer day, the great man spurred his steed up the steep hill to Castle Dewbough. The watchmen on the wall passed him through with wonder: Lady Dewbough was sitting before him on the saddle, the noble charger bearing both her and his master with ease.
Attendants helped Lady Dewbough down and ushered her inside. Sir Tomas left his horse to be cared for, and was escorted to the great hall so that he might have an audience with Lord Dewbough. The castle was large and well fortified, and the table in the great hall heaped with dishes. Lord Dewbough was attending to some business before dinner. He was an old man, quite three score years, and known to be a kind and fair.
"I thank you for returning my wife," said Lord Dewbough. "She left for a walk this morning, quite alone, and when she didn't return, we grew concerned. There are search parties looking for her as we speak, but come, claim your reward. Stay the night with us, sup with us, and tell us the tale."
Sir Tomas le Noir replied that he would be grateful and honored. Lord Dewbough commanded his wife's lady-in-waiting, Ayleth, to attend to the knight, and she led up to a large room and shut the door.
Ayleth was a pleasant woman, young, with long chestnut hair and she gestured to a bath that had been prepared for Sir Tomas' use.
"Sir, I thank you for rescuing my friend," she said in sweet tones, and began helping Sir Tomas off with his armor, and then his clothes, her small fingers undoing the damp buckles with ease. Sir Tomas was tired, and sore from the joust, but she held his eye for a moment and there was a gleam to her eye that caught his attention. Now he was down to his undergarments. Ayleth gestured for him to take them off, turning her head with a slight gasp when he stepped naked into the bath. With a cloth, she washed his shoulders and arms, and moved down his body, avoiding his genitals.
Inflamed by her touches, Sir Tomas requested her in honeyed tones to relieve him. His cock was such length and breadth that it rose from the water. Ayleth laughed merrily and declined, although her blood was quickened by the beautiful mahogany shaft trembling before her, growing harder before her eyes. She licked her lips. The head slowly crept out from his foreskin. Again, Sir Tomas begged for her touch. Heart pounding, Ayleth reached out and touched his cock. Sir Tomas closed his eyes and moaned in pleasure.
Under the water, Ayleth touched the base of the cock, gently massaging his enormous balls, reveling in the meaty cods within. It was like iron, the head nearly the size of her small fist. Veins popped out on his prick, and she began to stroke him. Sir Tomas opened his eyes and feasted them on the round tits bursting from her gown, her lips parted, she breathed rapidly, manipulating the great thing before him, rubbing her thighs together underneath her clothes.
"Take it in you mouth," Sir Tomas said. Ayleth blushed, and leaned over the edge of the bathtub. The head of the cock teazed her, like bobbing for an apple, but she caught it between her velvety lips and suckled on the tip, her bubbies pressing against the edge of the bath, one rosy nipple quite pushing out. Her tongue darted out, fluttering around the sensitive head. Under the water, Sir Tomas grabbed his cock, and with a few swift tugs loosened his seed. It burst out in a great torrent, bathing her mouth, and then her face, coating her cheeks with spunk and dripping down on her heaving bubbies like fresh cream. She squealed and ran from the room and Sir Tomas sank back, quite incapacitated with bliss.
That evening, he walked refreshed down to the main hall. Lady Dewbough sat next to her husband, Ayleth next to her. When Sir Tomas walked in, Ayleth whispered something in Lady Dewbough's ear, and they giggled. Lord Dewbough gave thanks and prayer for the food, and an additional thanks to Sir Tomas for rescuing his wife from the marauders who had captured her on her walk. Then they feasted, and enjoyed music and dancing. Sir Tomas danced with Ayleth, and Lady Dewbough looked quite envious. A few times he felt Ayleth's thigh brush against his cock, and it jerked at her touch, straining in his hose.
"There will be some festivities later, of a more private sort," said Ayleth as they parted. "Wait for my knock at your chamber door."
Sir Tomas stumbled up to his bedroom around midnight. He had noticed that Lord Dewbough had been at his wine goblet quite heavily, his wife pouring strong draughts into his cup. Sir Tomas laid down on his bed and shut his eyes, touching his prick through his hose, stroking it slightly, keeping it at the ready. There came a noise at his door, and Ayleth walked in. He pulled her on top of him, kissing her, touching her bubbies, making her grind against his hard member. After a moment, she pulled away with a gasp and slid off,
"Come with me," she said, and led him down the corridor, and down a back staircase. People looked up when he came into the bedchamber, and nodded. There was Lord Dewbough, and a number of other noblemen and ladies, gathered around a large bed. The lights flickered, and Sir Tomas felt excitement and apprehension.
A side door opened and the Lady Dewbrough entered. Ayleth walked up to her, and they began to kiss. At first, they were just light, as if in greeting, but then their mouths opened, and they entwined their pink tongues. They embraced, as well, kneading each others breasts. Soon, Lady Dewbrough had Ayleth's breast out and was devouring it, suckling the nipple as Ayleth closed her eyes in ecstasy.
Ayleth began to disrobe her mistress, hungrily, pulling at the clothes as they kissed, fumbling with the stays.
The men in the room were spellbound, watching the two fair women, one with tresses of chestnut, one with tresses of gold, make love. As they were exposed, revealing soft bellies, luscious thighs, firm tits, and downy sexes, they moved to the bed. Lady Dewbough threw Ayleth onto the coverlet, and kissed her way down to the mons, that furry treasure trove between her thighs. Ayleth blushed as her mistress revealed her swollen pink lips to the crowd. Lady Dewbrough was dog style on the bed, and between Ayleth's increasingly wild moans, all could hear the soft smacking of wet mouths.
A lord could take it no more, and he stood. Lord Dewbough nodded, and grasped a maid by the hair, pulling her willing mouth down to his cock.
The lord hurried to the base of the bed and pulled down his hose, revealing the cherry-tipped weapon. He dabbled his finger for a moment in Lady Dewbough's pie, and with no further ceremony, thrust his cock into her cunt. She gasped, and then went back to feasting on Ayleth's pussy. Sir Tomas watched with amusement as the lord fucked, moaning and clench-buttocksed, his tight balls slapping against Lady Dewbough's arse. It made a sound like boots in mud. Their combat didn't last long. The lord was overheadheated and he pulled out at the last moment, sending his spend arcing across the coverlet, rubbing the head of his cock against Lady Dewbough's right buttock until the shaking stopped, and he quietly took his place back at the seat, a long, clear strand of cunt juice bridging for a moment the gap between cock and her eager hole.
The women continued to fuck. Ayleth moved back behind her mistress and once again gobbled her cunt, relishing the taste of the lord's cock left in the wet folds. She began moving her tight fingers in and out of her mistress's pussy. "Oh, oh, Aylethhhh, oh oh yes, oh give it me, give it me hard!" she cried, Ayleth braced herself on her mistress's buttock, hand sliding on the puddle of cum left from the lord. Her fingers rammed in and out as her mistress squealed and moaned in delight and pleasure. Then her back flattened and she squirted her cum, splashing the sweet liquid over the tits of Ayleth. They paused a moment, and then switched positions, Ayleth on her back and Lady Dewbough between her soft thighs.
"Sir Tomas," said Lord Dewbough. The maid had his balls in her mouth, and he frigged the top of his own cock. "Take your reward. You shall not pull out at the end, you shall fill the cunny of my wife with your seed."
Sir Tomas took his clothes off, and walked to the bed amid gasps. His long cock jutted proudly from the curly nest of hair at the base of his belly. His balls, refilled, dangled against his thighs. He sat down on the edge of the bed next to Ayleth, and stroked his cock, pulling the foreskin back and exposing the purple head. She reached out and grasped it, her white hand looking small against his mighty tool. He played with her breast for a moment, letting her uncap and cap his cock.
The feeling was delicious, and she moaned as her mistress redoubled her efforts on her lower half. Another lord took his place behind Lady Dewbough, pumping and thrusting at her pussy, and this time she nearly came as well, but as her cries rose with his, he lost control, and again a jet of come streaking across her back.
Sir Tomas wiped her back clean with his big finger and fed the seed to her. She licked it off his fingers, suckling them with intent, looking up at him with large blue eyes. He stood, and walked around behind her, his cock so erect that it slapped against his belly. He bent it down, slowly, and teazed Lady Dewbough's cunt with it, rubbing the head against the lips. He looked over at her husband. The maid was sitting on his prick, riding a St George, bouncing up and down as he impaled her. He gave Sir Tomas a nod of approval.
Sir Tomas put the head of his cock in Lady Dewbough's pussy. He slowly stuck it in, stretching out her tight cunt, watching as the pink lips parted and eagerly sucked his purple crown in, the small asshole above shivering with pleasure. Slowly, slowly, did Sir Tomas slide his giant black cock into her tight little white cunt, feeling the head of his prick scraping against her narrow tunnel, filling her as she'd never been filled before. She cried out in pain and he rested, but a moment later urged him on. Her cunt suckled and massaged his tool, and he started to fuck slowly, sending her face deeper into Ayleth's creamy pussy.
In and out his cock went, Her channel was loosening as her muscles relaxed. He dug his long, strong fingers into her fat white buttocks, watching them undulate underneath them. "Give it me!" she ordered, pulling her tongue from Ayleth's wet pussy. Ayleth grimaced, caught in the throes of a come. Lady Dewbough's face was slick with her lady-in-waiting's juices. Sir Tomas felt his balls churning, getting ready to empty themselves into Lady Dewbough's womb.
"Give it me," she cried. "Oh ohhh ohhhhh, give me that cock, that cock!"
In the corner, Lord Dewbough lost control and jammed his prick into the tight cunt of his maid, releasing his seed, pumping it into her belly. Lady Dewbough finished her come, and spun around. Sir Tomas's prick popped out with a wet noise, but it hung in the air only a moment. Lady Dewbough greedily took it in her mouth, and he fucked her throat, pulling back just as he came. She tightened her lips around his shaft, hoping to take it all, but it was too much, and with her cheeks puffed out, come dribbled from the edges as she ate her reward, swallowing, only to have her mouth filled again with his semen.
Sir Dewbough clapped, showing his delight in this show as his cock slowly drooped, dripping seed from the softening head. "Fine work, Sir Tomas! I shall send you with an introduction to my brother's court. You will find it quite to your liking."