Date: Sun, 1 Jan 2012 19:42:55 +0100
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Once a Knight. Part Four

  Part Four

  The next morning was a bright and sunny day and after breakfast, I went
and wandered along to where the erected stand opposite the list was now
beginning to fill up with people who had come to watch the fights and
jousting. I hadn't really taken much notice of these people before and was
surprised at the number of women that were taking their seats, all eager to
see men fighting each other. Quite a lot of them were very pretty and felt
that stirring again that I might be having one of them that very night if
William was able to pull one for us to have.

     I went back to our tent and helped get William dressed in his armour
and with him ready, he gave me a wink.

     `Let's go and see what's on offer,' he said as he picked up his helmet
and we went and walked along the front of the stand. I then saw why he
carried his helmet with its red crest on. It was to let the women know who
it would be when he was wearing it and we got many a waved kerchief in our
direction from the many women sat there for William did really look so
young and handsome.

     `Which one takes your fancy?' he asked me as we looked up at the
smiling faces.

     `I'll let you do the choosing,' I said as we strolled back towards our
tent to get ready for his first joust of this tournament. He mounted up
early and then took up his lance and ambled the horse back along the stand
and I watched the fluttering of many a kerchief as they now knew who was
under that red crested helmet. He finally stopped the horse and lowered his
lance and pointed it towards one fairly buxom woman who blushed and draped
her kerchief over the end and gave out a squeal as he lifted the lance for
it to slide down for him to take and raise it up to his helmet as though in
a kiss before stuffing it into his gauntlet.

     He rode back to where Maurice and I were standing, Frank already being
up by the stand to announce William.

     `I hope I haven't made a fool of myself,' he said, and I could hear
the laughter in his voice. `I've now got to make sure I win this one.' I
silently agreed to this as he snapped down the visor and moved off as Frank
announced his name. I watched not him, but the other knight to see how he
acted in the list and when the flag went down, followed the movement of the
opposing rider. I saw that both lances struck home and splintered but both
men remained in the saddle as the opponent came down to our end to collect
another lance for the return run. I took off at a run to get to William
before they clashed again.

     `William,' I gasped as I reached him and held onto his girth. `He
jinks to the right just before you meet. You only caught his left side of
the breastplate. Aim further to your left and slightly higher.'

     `Thanks Martin,' his muffled voice replied as he lifted up his lance
to signal he was ready and with the other lance being raised, the white
flag went down and they were off again.

     I watched the other knight and saw him do the same jink to the right
and William had his lance ready for it and caught the man square under the
helmet and took him clean out of the saddle, breaking his lance at the same
time. There was wild cheering at this unseating and I noted that the woman
whose kerchief he was carrying was on her feet and screaming wildly at her
knight winning his joust.

     While the fallen knight was being seen to by his squire, I ran down to
our end and helped William dismount.

     `That was great!' he cried as he took off his helmet and waved to the
crowd, his face red and sweaty. `You were right as always,' he said as he
clapped me on the back as we went into our tent to take of his armour. As
usual after a victory, he had a massive hard on underneath his tunic which
I saw to by going down onto my knees and taking him into my mouth to suck
and relieve him of the pressure.

     As I washed him down afterwards, we talked of the joust and decided to
adopt a similar feint in our riding habit, though it took a few tournaments
to get the horses to follow this slight change of direction while at full
gallop.

     Needless to say that William won his next joust and after it went and
spoke briefly to the woman who he'd picked and came back with a smile on
his face.

     `I'm meeting her after the last joust and she's coming back to the
tent for supper. Maurice! Get us a few flagons of ale and some strong wine
for we are doing some entertaining tonight.'

     While he went off for this, we set up a makeshift table in the tent
and used some of our boxes for seats before stripping off and washing each
other before putting on clean clothes. We didn't play with each others'
dicks then for we wanted to save ourselves for the coming evening, which
wasn't far off.

     We always bought food from the villages we passed through and so had
enough for a good meal which Frank had already started cooking. William
prepared me by saying what he was planning with the woman and I was to
follow his lead when the time came. I had a flutter in my stomach at this
and stayed behind to supervise the cooking and tasted the ale that Maurice
had brought back whilst William went off after the last joust to meet the
woman.

     I was getting a little apprehensive at him being away so long for it
was nearly an hour since he'd left, but he finally arrived with her holding
onto his arm and I could see that they had stopped off somewhere for a
drink for her face was slightly flushed but that might just have been at
the meeting of the other three of us. William made the introductions and
she gave us a little curtsey as we were told her name, it being Gwyneth
though she preferred to be called Gwyn.

     `She doesn't speak French,' William said in an aside to me in that
language which I was now fluent as well as having a good deal of Latin.

     We sat down outside as Frank gave us all a tankard of ale while
Maurice saw to the fire and the bubbling pot of food. It was small talk as
we drank our ale before William saw to it that she was then given the
strong wine while we stayed on the ale. She was flattered to have finally
caught the attention and be invited to the tent of a knight and had the
habit of giggling after nearly every sentence she uttered.

     Finally Maurice said that supper was ready and so Gwyn was helped up
by William and just the three of us went into our tent and had Maurice
serve us our meal along with bread and more wine and ale. I think she
enjoyed Maurice's stew for she had a second helping along with more wine
and her face got more flushed as the evening wore on. We'd even gone as far
as to have some candles set up to give us more light in the tent and so
didn't really notice when it got dark outside.

     I judged that she was about twenty four or five years of age and was
quite big up top as her low cut peasant dress showed which must have been
her best one that she had worn to come to the tournament. At a signal from
William, I cleared away the plates and took them outside and when I
re-entered the tent, went and sat down on our bed.

     `Come Gwyn,' he said, standing up and taking her hand, `let's sit on
something that's not as hard as these boxes.' She gave out a giggle and
guessed that she was thinking of sitting on something that would be hard
enough. She complied though and he sat her down next to me and he sat on
the other side.

     `A rose between two thorns,' he said as he brushed the hair from her
neck and kissed her just below the right ear. `A rose that is worthy of
plucking.' She gave out another giggle at this and the flush on her cheeks
got brighter. `And what do we have here?' he asked as his hand covered the
breast on his side outside of her dress. `A dumpling that we could have had
with our stew?' She gave out another little laugh but didn't push his hand
away nor did she resist when he slipped his hand inside the top and pulled
out her breast for us to see. `A dumpling with a cherry on the top,' he
exclaimed. `These usually come in pairs don't they? Is there one that side
Martin?' he asked giving me my cue. I had in the past seen the odd breast
or two but now would be my first time of actually touching one and so with
a tentative hand, I put it down the front of her dress and felt the soft
rounded globe and lifted it out to nestle against the other one. My heart
was pounding at doing this and now had a steaming hard on underneath my
tunic.

     `Yes,' William breathed out as he was gently massaging one breast,
`one of a lovely pair, don't you think so Martin?' I nodded unable to speak
as I copied him and began to massage that soft flesh and felt the nipple in
the palm of my hand begin to harden up like a small nut.

     He took his hand off her tit and turned her face towards his and
kissed her, bearing her back down onto the bed. I followed suit but kept my
hand on the tit I was massaging.

     `You're lovely Gwyn,' he said breaking off the kiss. `So soft and
lovely,' he continued as he hand went back to massaging her breast. `Give
Martin a kiss now.'

     Her head turned towards me, her eyes closed and I kissed the soft
lips, another first for me to actually kiss a woman as I kept on rubbing
her breast. I felt the bed move as William got up and her dress begin to
slide down her body as he pulled it off. I held onto her tit and kept up
the kiss and moved with her body as he then lifted her legs so that she was
now lying full length on the bed. It was only when I felt him get back on
the bed did I release her lips feeling that my own face was red from having
that kiss. He took over kissing her and it gave me a chance to sit up and
look down at my first sight of a naked female body and was surprised at
seeing only hair down there between her thighs and not my usual sight of an
erect penis.

     William broke off his kissing of Gwyn to get off the bed and pull off
his tunic and indicated that I do the same. This I did and we both stood
naked by the side as she opened her eyes and smiled at us.

     `Oooh. Two knights for one night,' she giggled and opened her legs and
I saw what a woman really looked like down there. `Swords up and ready to
stab me with. Whose coming first?' she asked which set her off again into a
fit of giggles which made her tits wobble.

     `Watch,' William said to me out of the corner of his mouth and got
onto the bed and I saw him lean forward and his cock disappear into her as
he went and stretched himself over her. My own cock was really throbbing
now as I saw the backside I was used to seeing when I fucked him now
bobbing up and down on the female beneath him. Her legs had risen up to his
sides as he fucked her and I couldn't wait now to fuck her myself.

      It only took a minute or two before he began to really thrust himself
forward into her and give out a grunting sound as his body stiffened as he
came inside her. He then flopped down onto her and lay there for a moment
or two panting before he pulled out, his red throbbing cock head glistening
with her juices.

     `Get in there while it's still hot,' he panted to me as he got off the
bed and I took his place and saw that wide open hole that looked far too
wide for me to fill properly.

     `I thought day followed night,' she giggled giving out a hiccup at the
same time as she beckoned me forward with her open arms. I took one more
look at the sex of the first woman I was going to have and moved over her
as I lowered my body and felt my prick slide up with ease into that hot wet
cavern.

     She was as wet and as slack as William said it would be but I could
feel her inner muscles squeeze me as I began to move and fuck her. Her arms
came to my shoulders to hold me as she bucked beneath me and I heard her
give out a gurgle at having another man inside, fucking her. I wanted to
make it last but I couldn't. The excitement she had caused me by being my
first made me come far too soon and was quickly pounding my groin against
hers as I came. I was sweating though not from exertion but from the
experience I was having by being up inside a woman instead of William's
backside.

     As he had done before me, I flopped down onto her breasts feeling them
spread and soften as they took my weight which wasn't an unpleasant
sensation that sent more tremors throughout my body. I gave my cock a few
twitches and was thrilled that she felt them for I felt her muscles respond
but again as William said, they were not as strong as the sphincter one of
a person's backside.

     I pulled out and rolled over onto my back as William then straddled
her and leaned over her face so that the head of his still erect cock
touched her lips which opened to take him into her mouth to suck on. This
was a fascinating sight to see somebody else do what I liked doing to his
throbbing organ and he only let her suck on him for a minute or two before
he pulled out and beckoned me to do the same.

      I covered her face with my body and had a different mouth than usual
suck and tongue me though it was an awkward position to be in and so didn't
stay like for long before pulling myself out of that grasping mouth.

     I lay on the opposite side of her to William who was now up on his
elbow looking at me.

    `Well? What do you think of your first woman?' he asked with a chuckle.

     `Well out of the two of you, I'd rather fuck you,' I said.

     `I thought you'd say that,' he said as he lay across her body to give
me a kiss. `Let's have another drink.' He got up off the bed and so did I
and we sat down on the chests that served as our supper seats and poured
out some ale leaving her naked on the bed.

     `She's not the best but then I've only had two so it's not much to go
by,' he laughed as he drank some of his ale. `So you prefer me to her
then?'

     `Most definitely. You're tighter and I get more feeling. She was as
you said, loose with not much grip. No, I'd rather have you.' We both
smiled at each other.

     `And I'd rather have you.' So we drank some more while she stayed on
the bed, falling asleep and began to snore. As we drank I looked at
William's limp member and wondered if he liked fucking me as much as I
liked fucking him or would he rather fuck a woman and only wanted me
because I was more available. Thinking of his cock reaming me began to give
me another erection and soon it was up hard once more.

     `Fancy her again?' he asked seeing my rampant cock.

     `Not really. I was thinking of you and at how tighter you are compared
to her,' I replied.

     `Why don't we try her backside then to see if it's much different?'
This was a new one on me and I think the drink was getting to me as well
for I agreed and so we finished our ale and he too now had a steaming hard
on as we went back to the bed and rolled Gwyn over onto her front, making
her grunt as she came groggily awake.

     `What's up,' she slurred as William heaved her up onto her knees.

     `We are, and ready to go again,' he said as he indicated for me to get
behind her. This I did and though I could see her wet sex there, it was the
other hole I was going to delve into now. Though I did push myself first
into her sex to lubricate my cock before pushing myself up into her
backside. She gave out a squeal as she wasn't prepared to be used this way
but William was holding her firm and when I was fully inside the tightness
of her arse did he let go of her body which I was now holding up with my
hands.

     I saw him lift her head up and shove his prick into her mouth as I
began to fuck her in the way I now liked. This was much better. A tighter
fit and more to my liking and so I really reamed her, my body movements
making her tits swing about and at the same time, work her head backwards
and forwards on William's piece.

     He pulled himself clear as my passion started to climb and soon I was
gripping her tight as I smashed my thighs up against her soft bum as I
began to shoot out my load into her. She had got into the swing of it by
thrusting backwards to my forward thrusts and gave out a gurgle as I
stiffened and came inside her. She gave a whimper when I pulled out and
left the bed to go and wash myself.

     She had fallen forward onto her front while I was off the bed and so
had to help William pull her back up onto her knees for him to get behind
her. I held her up as he then stuck his cock up into her and began to fuck
her. She was now able to support herself on her outstretched arms and it
was fascinating to watch her tits swing back and forth with the body
movements of the pair of them as he fucked her.

     We both agreed when he was washing himself that she was a better fuck
from the rear than from the front though it was nice to handle a pair of
tits for a change. With his cleaning up done, we got back onto the bed and
had her sleep to one side as we kissed and cuddled until we fell asleep.

     She was left to see to her own ablutions in the morning after we'd
gotten up and dressed and were having breakfast when she came out of the
tent. She gave us both a kiss and asked if she could visit us again that
night and I looked at William who said yes and she went off quite happy
after a good nights fucking from the pair of us.

     We had her in the tent again that night after the second day's
successful jousting and she was in tears when we left the following
morning.

                                                          *

     For nearly two years we toured and fought, moving on to bigger and
more profitable ones, but at the same time, coming up against stronger
opposition. The name of Sir William de Fontaine was fast becoming well
known and the ones who were drawn against us begun to tremble at having to
face our lance and sword. It was also now known that the squire, me, was an
able tactician in advising Sir William and so somebody had decided to take
arms against us.

                                                           *

     It was a black day for us at this tournament. I had this premonition
when Frank told us that Sir Henry de Cambray was down to joust and
fight. Now I had seen this knight several times at our castle and knew him
to be a crony of Sir Gregory and so I told the others to be on their guard
at all times whilst at this venue. William had also recognised the name but
was not as alarmed as I was. He was to be the squire this day and I was
wearing his helmet as I entered the lists. I won this first joust and it
was during the next one that the fight took place behind the tents.

     Four of de Cambray's men had caught William on his own and began to
fight him with swords. Maurice tried to intervene but was wounded as were
two of de Cambray's men by William, but he himself suffered a mortal wound.

     I had just won my second joust when Frank came running up to me with
the news of the attack on William. I virtually fell off my horse and
stumbled after him to see some of the other squire's carrying William into
our tent. I hastily got out of my armour with the help of Frank and helped
the other's settle him down on our bed and told them all to get out. Well I
think I actually screamed at them to leave as I knelt down to see to my
William. He didn't last long, only just giving me enough time to kiss him
through my tears as he died in my arms.

     But my tears were not just of sorrow but also rage at de Cambray's men
doing this to my love William and having done so at the most probable
orders of de Cambray himself. So, furious and in a murderous rage, ran from
the tent wiping the tears from my eyes, went and mounted my horse. I rode
to the end of the lists and took hold of one of the lances held there in
their rack. With this in my hand, I rode along to the tent where de
Cambray's shield hung and did the most inconceivable thing at a jousting
tournament by instead of just tapping the shield, I knocked it off its
pole.

     This act was a declaration of the wish for a fight to the death. The
crowd went silent for a moment and then began the whispering as the word
went round that Sir William's squire had been killed and they then
understood my reason. The senior personage at this tournament was no less
than the Duke of Cumberland and his herald came hurrying over to tell me
that my presence was demanded by the Duke himself to explain my action.

     The herald then hurried over to de Cambray's tent and had words with
the man himself. I worked my horse across the turf slowly so as to give
Cambray time to mount his and also appear before the Duke to the summons.

     `What is the meaning of this action?' the Duke demanded of me as de
Cambray reined in next to me.

     `His men,' I said indicating de Cambray next to me, `killed one of
mine. I have the right to challenge him to this duel in the honour of not
only of myself but of my squire who was attacked by his men and therefore
he is liable to answer for their actions.'

     `Nothing would give me more pleasure than to accept this challenge,'
he sneered, as he kept trying to keep his horse from moving about. The Duke
of Cumberland then stood up.

     `As this is a duel of honour between two knights, I will allow the
contest. You Sir Henry are the one challenged and therefore have the right
to choose the weapon.'

     de Cambray looked at me and saw that he was a least four inches taller
than me and probably two to three inches longer in the arm which would give
him a slight advantage.

     `As this is a fight to the death, I choose the sword,' he said.

     `So be it,' the Duke declared, `Go and prepare yourselves.'

     We both wheeled our horses round to ride off to our respective tents.

     `What's happening?' Maurice asked in a worried voice, not having seen
me strike de Cambray's shield. Both he and Frank had white faces, Maurice
from his wound which didn't look serious, Frank because he knew what I had
done.

     `It's a fight to the death,' Frank said as he helped me off my
horse. `Now help me get him dressed in his armour.'

     `How's the arm?' I asked of Maurice as we entered my tent.

     `It's nothing compared to what Sir William suffered,' he said.

     `Shush,' hissed Frank, though he'd been taken aback by my declaration,
he knew it was the only thing I could have done for they couldn't declare
that it had indeed been William that had been murdered. That would then
expose me for posing as a knight that would have been death for all of us
by hanging.

     They couldn't give me any advice and so it was in silence that they
helped me into my heaviest armour and buckled the sword to my hip. With
William's crested helmet carried in the crook of my arm, I left the tent
and walked across the greensward to where the Duke sat with his entourage
in the set up pavilion and meet the man who had ordered the killing of
William. By now my temper had cooled and I knew I must be calm and
thoughtful and try not to fight in anger for that would be a mistake.

     We stood once more before the Duke, though this time we were on foot
and in full armour.

     `Sir William. You can still withdraw the challenge if you so wish,' he
said.

     `That I cannot sire. For the honour of my name and that of those that
serve me. I must fight to avenge the insult to me and mine own.'

     `So be it. May God preserve the victor,' the Duke said as he sat
down. At this, de Cambray and myself put our helmets on and were moved away
from each other by heralds until we were ready and they then moved away.

     We faced each warily as we drew our swords and the crowd went silent
and there wasn't a sound until our swords came together in a ringing clash
that echoed round the field as we began this fight to the death. There's no
finesse to a fight like this. It's just a swinging of the sword as we tried
to hack at each other to first cripple before using the point of the sword
to stab.

     Both of us smashed our blades against each other's armour in several
blows but a fight like this never did last long. We were soon panting
heavily and I could feel the sweat running down inside my light tunic
beneath the armour. I was waiting for a good clash to my right arm which
eventually came and I staggered back and clutched at my arm as though
injured and dragged my sword as I avoided his next slash as if I couldn't
raise that arm to defend myself.

     I switched the sword to my left hand and the crowd gave out a
collective gasp as this seemed a futile attempt to ward off the
inevitable. Cambray came at me fast and I parried his savage swipes at me
like an amateur and I heard him give out a gleeful shout as he tried to
press me further onto my back foot. I waited for his heavy swing and
parried it high up to his left, knowing that he would then bring it down in
a fast swing that with the weight of the sword would then take it up high
to his right.

     This came and I parried again forcing his right arm up high to give me
the opening under his arm and I almost ran that one step closer to drive
the point of my sword up into his body which followed through his neck and
into his head. Such was the force of my thrust, that we found out later
that the point had actually come to rest on the top inside part of his
helmet.

     He stood there transfixed, his arm still held upright as he swayed
backwards and tore the sword from my hand as he crashed to the
ground. There was a stunned silence for a moment before the crowd began to
cheer knowing that right had been done in my avenging the killing of my
squire.

     When I took my helmet off and stood before the Duke, he declared it
had been a fair fight and I therefore now had the right to the arms and
chattels of the late Sir Henry de Cambray. I thanked the Duke but refused
to take the servants who had done the actual murder and left it to him to
decide their fate as I'd had my revenge already. The upshot of that was
that the Duke ordered the four men to be hanged before sunset as he didn't
want anything more to do with them either.

     The name of Sir William de Fontaine was one to be feared now after
defeating one of the best fighting knights of the Kingdom. But this also
caused the problem of my identity of which both Frank and Maurice knew and
now that I had fought and killed a knight of the realm, I would be a hunted
man if the truth ever came out. Could we carry on this charade up to the
castle Fontaine and get away with it?

     `Why not?' came the echoing reply from both Frank and Maurice.

     `We've been away for nearly two years and as we grow, we change
somewhat in our build and features,' Frank said. `Besides, you both looked
the same that you could almost have been taken for being brothers.' Which
led me to believe that we might just be able to get away with it.

      William had only been three months away from his twenty first
birthday and we were on the homeward bent as it were. There were another
four tournaments that we had intended to compete in before returning to the
castle to claim his birthright. So it was decided that we would carry on as
though I was Sir William and pretend that it was Martin that had been
killed.

     I couldn't help but sit down and cry as I watched Frank and Maurice
dig the hole behind our tent and sob even more when William was laid to
rest in his grave. I apologised that we couldn't put his name above his
last resting place but I'm sure he would forgive me for this as I vowed to
see that his heritage wasn't stolen from him as it seemed that that was the
intent of his uncle Sir Gregory.

     Such was the camaraderie between us that they took pity on me and
offered themselves each night to share my bed and give me condolence for
the loss of William. I wanted to refuse because they obviously enjoyed each
other, but their argument was that we'd been together now for so long that
they couldn't bear to see me spend every night alone without some form of
solace. They wanted me to carry on as Sir William to vindicate his name and
get what was rightfully his. So I got to fuck one of them each night and
was thankful for the release which enabled me to sleep without my dreaming
of William lying there all alone under the sod.

     With the name preceding me for the last four tournaments that we were
going to compete in, became somewhat of a farce for I only had to fight
half of those that we entered. The other half when they found out who
they'd been drawn against, forfeited the fights. It was lucrative but
disappointing to win in this way and that I won the other fights goes
without saying. This brought the tally up to all of my fights being won
with William only having the one loss which meant we had quite a heavy bag
of silver hidden away in the cart, a quarter of which I promised to give to
Frank and Maurice to share out at our journey's end.

     It was at this last event that we dourly celebrated what would have
been William's twenty first birthday, and now we were ready to return home.

                                                           *