The Knight and the Acolyte Book 8 Chapter 9 The Knight s Passion
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I really wanted to talk to Allison about the things that Bob and I had discussed. The only problem was she wasn't there. I found a note saying that she and Shannon had gone to the mall to catch a matinee and that she would be home for dinner. So much for that idea. Then I realized it wasn't such a big deal. After all, we had all night to talk, and other things.
I changed and took my homework out on the back patio. The next hour and a half was spent relaxing in the sun. Just me, some tunes (I had gotten one of those jukebox mp3 players that hold like a million songs for my birthday) a tall glass of lemonade, and of course three textbooks, paper, pens and pencils. You know, just a typical teenager catching some rays. Well, typical for me anyway. After the homework was finished I kicked back to relax for a bit.
I must have dozed off because I didn't hear anyone come home. My first hint that anyone else was around was the bucket of seemingly ice-cold water that suddenly drenched my head and chest. I leaped up from the lounger with a loud scream, just in time to see Allison drop the bucket and dive into the pool
"You little brat!" I jumped up and tore after her. After the ice bath the pool felt like diving into a hot tub. I immediately knew something was up because Allison was making no attempt to get away. Once she was in the water she just swam to the far end and waited for me to catch her.
"Hi Jimmy, have a nice nap?" she teased. As soon as I got close she launched herself at me, wrapped her arms around my neck and started kissing me. I jerked away as she tried to stick her tongue in my mouth.
"Are you nuts? Mom and Dad could be home any second!" I whispered urgently, glancing toward the back door.
"Relax big brother. Didn't you check the recorder when you came home?"
Actually I hadn't. After my initial disappointment at finding Allison gone I had forgotten to. I told her so.
"Dad is taking Mom out; they won't be home until late. We're supposed to fend for ourselves for dinner, do our homework and be in bed on time. Which means that I, have you, all to myself for the evening. What do you think of that?"
"What do I think?" I said in a low voice, "C'mere and let me show you just what I think of that." As soon as she came away from the wall again I grabbed her, dunked her head under the water, then swam for my life. She chased me for a good five minutes trying to return the favor, but I'm a stronger swimmer and even when she did catch me she didn't have the strength to push me under. It was sure fun letting her try though, or so I thought. I might be stronger but she is definitely sneakier.
After another unsuccessful attempt on her part I dunked her again. She must have been waiting for it because there was no resistance when I shoved her under the water. It didn't take long to find out why because suddenly my swim trunks were down around my knees. She had it timed perfectly, breaking the surface just as my hands shot down to grab my runaway trunks. This left me in a rather vulnerable position, which she took immediate advantage of.
"Hey! That's not..." I started to complain.
She must have pushed off really hard from the bottom because she came out of the water almost to her waist, and as she came back down she put both hands on top of my head and aimed for the center of the earth. As I was already bent over trying to recover my suit I didn't stand a chance. I ended up about two feet under water trying desperately to reach the surface. This is hard to do with your swimsuit still around your knees, and of course since I had been caught off guard complaining about the unfair tactics, my mouth had been open and I didn't have much air left. I finally managed to kick my way to the surface, spitting and sputtering and looking around for Allison so I could drown her.
Did I mention how sneaky she is?
Okay, the whole sequence went like this; she went down, my suit went down. I went down for my suit; she came up, way up. She came down; I went down, way down. Do you see a pattern here? I came back up again and, you guessed it, she went back down. The extra kicking while trying to reach the surface had resulted in my suit going from my knees down to my ankles. I mentioned Allison was nowhere in sight when I came up. I immediately discovered where she had disappeared to as she yanked my suit the rest of the way off, yanking me pretty much off my feet in the process. I had a sneaking suspicion that to go back down in search of her would be an even bigger mistake, so I waited for her to surface. I didn't have to wait long. I had expected her to come up taunting me with my suit. Nope. By the time I got my feet back under me she was coming up right next to the steps and proceeded to walk out of the pool with my suit.
"Hey! Bring those back," I yelled.
"I don't think so. I worked hard for this little trophy and I'm keeping it. Besides," she said, holding them up in front of her waist, "I think they will look pretty good on me. Don't you?" Actually I wasn't really that much bigger than her. I had ended my last growth spurt at around five-foot-six. Girls do mature faster, so along with the extra curves she was up to about five-two. Neither of us is what you would call fat. My waist was about twenty-eight-inches, hers couldn't have been more that twenty. Of course, she had hips, very nice hips actually, where as I practically needed a belt to keep my underwear up.
"I like the one you have on a lot better," I said, hoping flattery would succeed where threats obviously stood no chance.
She just looked at me. Then she hooked the waistband on her finger, slung them over her shoulder like a coat and struck a pose. "Come and get them," she taunted.
"Come on, Allison, that's not fair. Give them back." Despite the adventures we had shared the night before I was not really ready to parade around naked in front of my sister. Especially since all this had given me a raging hard on.
"Ooh, poor boy," she pouted, and then walked to the edge. She held the suit up over the water as if she were about to drop it. I should have known better. "Not!" she cried then turned and went into the house.
"Allison!"
She returned to the glass door a second later but my suit was nowhere to be seen. The door opened and a towel landed about two feet from the edge of the pool. Then she turned and was gone. Not trusting her, I waited for a few seconds to see what would happen, then swam over to grab the towel. I crept down the side, holding the towel up out of the water. I then climbed slowly out, covering myself as I headed towards the house. The lights were all off but it was still early so the house had plenty of light. I cautiously walked down the hall towards my room. Allison's room was closed but the bathroom door was open. If I hurried I could beat her into the shower.
I grabbed a pair of running shorts and a t-shirt from my room, and then stepped into the bathroom. Dropping my clothes next to the sink and my towel on the floor, I reached past the curtain to turn on the water. I jumped back, startled, as the curtain shot back. There was Allison wearing nothing but my missing suit. She had cinched the waist just enough that they wouldn't fall off her hips. Other than that, my little sister stood before me stark naked from the waist up.
"What do you think?" she asked, in very happy voice, like she was showing off a new outfit to a friend at the mall. "Still like the other one better?"
I just stood there with my mouth hanging open and stared. She was a vision come to life. Even with her wet hair plastered down, dripping wet and wearing a ridiculous pair of oversized boy's yellow baggies, she took my breath away. I was speechless. I could feel the blood leaving my face on the now familiar journey south. This had the usual result.
The effect was not lost on Allison as she said, "I guess not." She turned and adjusted the water temperature then held out her hand to me and asked, "Were you coming in?"
I took her hand and stepped into the tub. She pulled the shower curtain closed and popped the trigger on the tub, sending warm water cascading over us out of the shower head. Then she stood and pulled me to her, wrapped her arms around my neck, pressed her body to me, her lips seeking mine. Her mouth was slightly open and her tongue already questing ahead. I threw caution to the wind and met her half way, my arms snaking around her waist. It was like a scene in a movie, two lovers kissing under a waterfall. Only in all the movies I was allowed to watch, the two had clothes on. I liked this way much better.
She held the kiss for a few seconds then pulled back. "Hi!" she breathed huskily. "Still mad at me?"
"I think I could be talked into forgiving you," I replied, kissing her nose and leaning my forehead against hers. "Has anyone ever told you that you're sneaky?"
"Why Jimmy! You make it sound like I had the whole thing planned."
"The thought had crossed my mind."
"Really? I'm shocked. But now that you mention it, several thoughts have been crossing my mind lately. Like what these really taste like." She bent down and proceeded to suck one of my nipples into her mouth and lick at the tip. And almost immediately pulled back and spit. "Yuck! Chlorine!"
She spit several more times, and then reached and grabbed the soap. "Hold still." She proceeded to rub the soap liberally over my chest and arms, then between her hands until she had an appreciable lather built up. Placing the soap back in the holder, she proceeded to add the lather on her hands to what was on my chest, rubbing all over my neck, chest, stomach and arms. She then re-soaped her hands.
"Now for the back." I started to turn but she stopped me, "I said, 'Hold Still!' Now be a good boy and lift up your arms." She pressed herself hard against me and began making big soapy circles all over my back. I could feel the softness of her breasts as they pressed against my chest. Her hard nipples felt like they were cutting grooves of fire in my flesh as they slid around. This was definitely better than the dream. She kissed me hard as her hands worked there way down my back and began kneading the cheeks of my butt. There is no way she could not notice the hard pillar of flesh that was pressing against the outside of her, actually my, suit. She stopped and moved us around so that my back was to the shower, blocking the water from hitting her. She then picked up the soap and looked me hard in the eye. She held my gaze as she slowly sank down to her knees in front of me.
Her head was inches from my very erect penis. She lathered up her hands and began soaping one leg. She kept it up until the surface was slick with suds, then repeated the process on the other side. I was going out of my mind. Each time she would work up across my thigh I thought I would explode. When she finished the second leg she looked up at me to catch my eye, then slowly slid her gaze down my body to my rigid penis.
"So that's what it looks like, I've always wondered," she said.
Lathering up her hands she began massaging the flesh around the base, causing my cock to twitch and move, and her to giggle. The light growth of my pubic hair helped to generate more lather which she gathered up and used as she started gently rubbing my scrotum, very gently rolling my swollen testicles around between her fingers. I thought I was going to die.
Then it happened, she gently slid one soapy hand up the length of my penis, the slickness of the soap lubricating the shaft as she went. "Oooh! Soooofft," she whispered in an airy voice, "and yet hard at the same time." She gave it a gently squeeze before starting back down. I'm not likely to ever be a porn star by any stretch of the imagination, but her hand barely closed around my shaft. To keep the lubrication even she twisted her hand a little on the way back up the second time. Once she reached the top, she took a minute to trace around the flared tip with her index finger and thumb. "What an interesting shape." Looking up at me again she said, "I hope I'm not distressing you, but I want to remember every detail so that it will be right when I dream about it later."
God she sounded sexy! She turned her attention back to the matter "at hand" and began slowly moving her hand gently up and down my shaft.
"You said last night that you had never done this before, so this will be a first time for both of us. Just tell me if you want me to stop."
Right! Like that was going to happen!
As her hand began to move faster my knees began to get weak and I started to slump. This allowed the water to run over my shoulder and down my body, washing away some of the precious lubrication.
"Hmm, can't have that now, can we?" She leaned past me and turned the water off. Unfortunately she only used one hand and could only turn off one side at a time. The good news was that she started with the hot so I got to keep my skin. I cringed as the cold water hit my spine. She immediately realized her mistake and slammed her palm down on the shower button, sending the icy flow out the lower spout.
"Sorry about that," she said as she turned the second knob. "Now then, where was I?"
Her left hand had been rinsed clean so she rolled the soap in it a couple times. She then returned to my scrotum and began gently rolling my testicles as her other hand resumed its slow trek up and down my aching erection. As she slowly built the pace I felt a tingling sensation growing in my abdomen.
Then it happened! Suddenly I was shooting streamers of semen everywhere. Her head was to one side so she didn't get splattered. The first two shots went over her shoulder and spent themselves against the far wall of the shower. I don't think the first one even lost altitude on the way; it was like a rifle shot. The second hit a little lower. My abdomen was convulsing and my hips involuntarily rocked in time to the movement of her hand. I came so hard that it was not until the third spasm that the flow even touched her. It hit her shoulder and trickled down across her chest. A few more much smaller streams landed on her arm and then the rest kind of oozed down her wrist.
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Partially edited by Alexis Siefert Copyright © 2002, 2003 The "Knights" portion of this story was originally submitted as an entry to the Virago Blue Challenge as a flash story (under 1000 words). It contained no sex, but maintained continuity with the rest of the "Chocolate Morsels Universe." A follow-up was always intended. "Daze" is that follow-up. I wasn't happy with it. I decided to submit it to a jury of my peers, in the best forum for improvement in the alt.sex.stories...
Reports were coming in from the farmers on the borders that creatures from hell were attacking the outskirt towns. The king sends three knights to investigate the news. Knight Crawford, a tall lanky man with short hair and an untrustworthy face. He regarded himself a great knight but was nothing more than a rat. Knight Alice, a young blonde with A-cup breasts, this was her first mission. Then you, Knight Gwen, a raven haired beauty with DD breasts. When you told your family about being a knight...
FantasyYou just entered the knight's academy, and now you are told to grab the uniform you have to wear during your life here. The breastplate miraculously tightens itself to adjust to your small body. It seems it's designed to do so by magic. You can see your two small mounds jutting out from the plate. Does it have to be so form-fitting, you wonder? You try touching them and sure enough you can feel your touch going through straight to your breasts. For the bottom, you have a choice, either to wear...
Em met him in the bar, during a break in the awards dinner she was attending. They chatted briefly and had a cigarette, and said they’d probably see each other at the bar again when next there was a break in proceedings. Or perhaps, he said, they could have a nightcap later. His name was Jean and he was French. He was a big man with a nice laugh and twinkling eyes. Em hadn’t met him before and wouldn’t again. He was from the other side of the world and was in town only for the convention of...
Quickie SexThis story is regarding my mom named rittu aged 42 years and she has a very ripe luscious fig og 383438 and she always looked gorgeous in saree.I reallu used to admire my sexy mom but never had that feelings of sex with her.My father had a business in delhi but due to loss he shifted to Chandigarh and mom once in a week used to visit my dad .I am 21 years now studying in college in delhi and had very few friends and often used to chat on net.I had a special friend named amit who was from...
A second kick knocked out the window. The supervillain’s fist reached out. Her segmented bracers ran the rim of the pane to clear away the burrs and shards that had been left behind. She swung out of the warehouse before the glass had shattered on the concrete walkway below. She was a blur of cloud white, soulless black, and wine red. The glass shards crunched under her armored boots as she dropped the story and a half to the ground. “Wrong exit, criminal,” came a loud, authoritative...
"Elisabeth, can you come into my office at once, please?" Elisabeth Manning looked up from her computer screen, surprised at the somber tone in Willard Aldredge's voice. He was usually a pretty unemotional sort of a boss, the kind of steady going and rather dull bureaucrat to be found in any government department in Washington. Then again, Elisabeth would have had to use much the same words to describe her own life; steady and dull. But something or someone had obviously got Willard fired up...
Group SexSouth of Bikini Episode 7 "Homeworld" 0800 hours, Ni'ihau, Hawaii, May 8th, 1944 "Good morning, Empress." "Good morning, Corrine." "'Morning, Empress." "Good morning, Jamie." "Good morning, Empress." "Hi, Tish." "Good morning, Empress." "Hi, already! Oh, et too, Alex?" Allie seemed a little upset this morning as I approached on an intercept. We were both on course for breakfast. As usual, the...
John sat on one of the sofas in the Officers’ Lounge, with his feet up on the coffee table, and Alyssa and Calara cuddled up beside him. The other girls were spread out on the adjacent sofas, and they watched the colourful expanse of Maliri Space drift by, through the long windows that flanked the room. “John...” Dana said tentatively, looking over at him from the other sofa, her beautiful face burning with curiosity. “It’s nearly time for bed, have you got something planned for...
Book Eight: Labyrinth of Love Chapter Three: Forgotten Love By mypenname3000 Copyright 2016 Knight Kevin – The Free City of Hargone Angela's face hardened at my pronouncement of her crimes and the declaration that her name was attainted and stricken from the rolls of the Knights Deute. The wind from the desert whipped at her fiery hair. We stood on the outskirts of Hargone, the Halani Desert's sands only a block away. Crowded tenement buildings made of yellow-white mud loomed around...
It is a beautiful autumn day a week before the big game with the homecoming dance afterward.Rebecca is a freshman at this college who is cute as a button but, oh, so shy. She is five feet tall with long red hair and bright green eyes. She is curvy and could stop traffic if she really wanted to. But she dresses for comfort not to impress anyone. There are enough other girls that dress to get attention.She has decided to go ahead and invest in a sexy off the shoulder red dress for Homecoming. She...
Love Stories"Wow, these are just so, ouch, neat!" Christi snapped the shiny plastic clip onto her nipple. It changed colour quickly from dark blue to a bright green as it bit into the blue-eyed brunette's soft pink flesh. "Kathy, you've got to try these!" "What are they?" Kathy answered distractedly as she admired the big black strap-on in the full length mirror. "They're called Mood Clamps. They change colour depending on how turned on you are." She put her arms around Kathy waist and began...
Being a CPA, she'd been able to save a bunch by closing her expensive office in Phoenix's central business district. Now, at a fraction of the price, she only needed to rent a post box in the same uptown stylish and upscale address that at one time been her plush office. Her clients were happy to email their spread sheets to her, knowing her work was professional and accurate, as were her insights and opinions. She'd bought the business from an elderly man, inheriting his clientele. Those...
KEVIN Andrea’s spending the night with my sister. Most girls their age hardly have nipples, but Andrea’s are totally obvious when she’s adjusting her goofy nightcap, a Night-Before-Christmas type, except it’s not Christmas. Katie’s breasts, I know all about from wrestling around. When the three of us play Monopoly, the two complain I own too many hotels, so I make them loans to keep the game going. Banker Andrea in her nightgown has to lean forward to make change while Katie pretends to sort...
Ser Alec Longstroke (his last name a call to an ancestor who used a spear-like sword to defeat a foe one) had been riding his horse, which was wearing a white and red cloth caparison and who’s name was Fira, for almost a week now. He was a knight of a guild and he specialized in hunting what had done this to the countryside, dragons. His destination was the Castle Rooker, a place that a dragon would have rested before it moved on. It was his hope that the dragon was still there and that the...
Ser Alec Longstroke (his last name a call to an ancestor who used a spear-like sword to defeat a foe one) had been riding his horse, which was wearing a white and red cloth caparison and who’s name was Fira, for almost a week now. He was a knight of a guild and he specialized in hunting what had done this to the countryside, dragons. His destination was the Castle Rooker, a place that a dragon would have rested before it moved on. It was his hope that the dragon was still there and that...
Aug 8, 2011 I tried to get this info into my biography - but couldn't. I've written a paperback book of three of my long stories that I normally sell separately at magselectronics.com There IS a great discount offered by the publisher, but only until August 12, 2011 If you're interested go to beastv.blogspot for details. I hope that you enjoy the following story. It's a lot different than my usual. Hugs Bea AUDITION FOR A KNIGHT By Bea The horseman appeared out...
Knight Kevin – The Free City of Hargone Angela’s face hardened at my pronouncement of her crimes and the declaration that her name was attainted and stricken from the rolls of the Knights Deute. The wind from the desert whipped at her fiery hair. We stood on the outskirts of Hargone, the Halani Desert’s sands only a block away. Crowded tenement buildings made of yellow-white mud loomed around us. The pedestrians on the streets hurried inside, leaving it empty. I didn’t care. My focus was on...
Book One: The Quest Chapter Three: The Hopeless Quest By mypenname3000 Copyright 2015 Note: Thanks to b0b for beta reading this! Acolyte Sophia – Shesax, the Kingdom of Secare “Anoint her and give her a Quest!” screamed Vivian, her voice muffled by the knight's tangy pussy and thighs sitting on my face. My face was smeared with pussy juices. Knight Angela was a squirter. I did love eating pussy, but now my insides twisted as I awaited to hear what horrible Quest she received...