A special thank you to my friend Nori, who is the best big titty muse a new writer could hope for :) She is excited to star in her own fantasy work, please reach out and let me know what else you would like to see from Nori, erotica's newest big titty princess!
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We had a pretty good life, all in all. Well, as good as life could be for 2 lowly peasant surfs in Medieval Britain. Before we get too far into this tale of lust and use, I'd be remissed if I did not provide some additional background on me, my wife, our relationship and the time in which we find ourselves.
To start, I'm nothing special. My name is Thomas and this is the only life I've ever known. My father was a peasant farmer, my grandfather was a peasant farmer, and on and on. Physically average (with a bit of a belly thanks to mead and mutton) and a slightly below average penis. Not that that last one matters too much, spending every waking moment toiling in the fields leaves little time or energy to enjoy the more carnal pleasures of life. But I digress...
Now for what all you readers are here for, and that's my beautiful wife Nori. She and I married several years ago when we both reached adulthood. Our hamlet is small, her father was a friend of my father's, and we were born the same year. Without either of us having much say in the matter, we were betrothed and have been living life as husband and wife ever since.
Nori is, in a word, beautiful. Pale white skin, eyes the color of the forest, and a loving personality that exudes a sense of wonder wholly uncommon among the others in our caste. She also has a body that can only be described as voluptuous. Her breasts are the biggest that I've ever laid eyes on, each the size of our biggest watermelons in the fields. Her ass, bigger still, could block the sun, moon and stars. She is the type of woman who men dream of and I'm so lucky to call her my wife.
Since we were married, we have made love exactly 2 times. Once on our wedding night, and once after a fortnight in an effort to conceive a child. Since then I have been working tirelessly and have been unable to maintain even a fleeting erection, despite the lust I feel every time I lay eyes on my sweet Nori.
Nori, for her part, doesn't seem to mind. Every day she is spinning tales of the news she has heard, travelers she has met, and wonders she has learned. She is everything I have ever wanted in a wife and I pray that I have done her justice with the manner in which I've lived mine.
All of that changed on a fateful day when the tax collector came calling. this began us on a journey, the likes of which i could not have fathomed from the depths of my imagination. It was a sexual awakening for Nori (and myself to a certain extent). We would travel across the lands and meet people from the dregs of society all the way to the Royal Palace. All along the way, we gathered stories to tell with all of you.
Now onto the issue at hand, and that is the tax collector. The tax collector, a gremlin of a man named Mr. Thorn, has been a pest in my life for as long as i could remember. A short, small little waste of a person, he would come to our home twice as often as my neighbors to collect! I was usually out in the fields when he arrived and left Nori in charge of giving him his money. When asked, he informed Nori that our household owed more than the others due to the size of our melons. That sounded like the sort of idiocy Mr. Thorn was capable of, so I never questioned it further.
It was a cold winters day when Mr. Thorn came knocking again. I was out in the fields and Nori was inside, which was typical on tax day (which, again, came more frequently for us then is typical). On this particular day, I decided to have a word with Mr. Thorn regarding his increased visits. Our hamlet had suffered a terrible freeze and our melons had all perished, surely he would take that into account and grant us a reprieve! Looking back I don't know why I expected this to work. He was a powerful servant of the king while my wife and I were struggling to even survive. But, for one reason or another, I decided to take a stand.
My first inclination that something was amiss was the sound emanating from our home when i approached. It's a small shack made of wood with a singular room. The wind blows through the walls if the gail is strong enough, so it is hardly capable of withholding any sound above a low whisper.
"Oh yes you wench, that's it. Keep going and give me what's owed. You and that pathetic husband are lucky I haven't already repossessed this dirt and assigned it to a more willing family!"
I was shocked with what I was hearing! Surely Nori had always paid the full amount. And keep going... was she counting out money for him and he did not believe it to be enough? I had to find an explination and approached a window overlooking our meager kitchen.
What I saw through the window broke my heart. Nori, on her knees on the damp wooden floor, was kissing Mr. Thorn. She was not, however, kissing him on his mouth. She was kissing his swollen testicles while his erect penis stound out like an angry soldier!
"Show this sack how badly you want to keep this wretched place," Mr. Thorn yelled in his high pitched voice.
"Yes sir, and thank you for teaching me how taxes are collected in more educated parts of the country," Nori said as she looked up at him with those beautiful eyes.
I was shocked. She believed she was satisfying our tax debt through sexual acts!! If she even recognized them to be sexual, she had never put her mouth anywhere near my genitles.
"Enough wench!! Place that mouth on my cock and get ready for your receipt."
"But sir, how am I supposed to maintain receipts when you insist that I swallow your mmph mmph mmph." Nori's honest question was cut off when Mr. Thorn aggressively pushed her head down on his cock (which while small was about as round as my wrist).
