The tale of Sir Percival

Charlotte retrieved the book of Arthurian legends from it's hiding place inside the cover of a German text near the bottom shelf of her bookcase. The book contained several different tales culminating in Guinevere's passionate betrayal of Arthur. But she flipped to the fourth chapter; more than any of the others it reminded her of today's encounter by the brook.

The tale was of a penniless young gentleman named Percival who longed to be a knight of the round table. He came to the court determined to prove his worth as a squire, but not one of the knights would have him. Finally King Arthur assigned him to serve as a groomsman to the wild and proud Lady Katherine. Every day he'd saddle the fair maiden's palfrey and then follow her as she rode alone into the woodlands. Young Percival's steed though was no fine hunter or courier, Lady Katherine gave her groomsman a mule to ride when he followed his mistress.

Katherine delighted in tormenting this impoverished young man who tried to always be noble. She would sprint ahead on her smooth stepping horse and then laugh at him as he urged on his stubborn mount after her. She teased him in other ways too, lifting her skirt to flash her ankle at him when she mounted her horse. And with each dismount she deliberately pressed her body against his shamefully sliding her breasts against his chest making his cock stiffen painfully in his woolen pants. Lady Katherine would even mock him about the 'knight's sword' that he kept hidden in his leggings. No matter how often she teased him Percival remained a loyal and trustworthy groomsman.

Charlotte could not imagine teasing any man so wickedly; certainly not the striking gentleman she met earlier today. That man would not be so restrained. Her breathing quickened as she remembered the feel of his hard chest pressed against her soft body, and she returned to the book marveling at how shamelessly daring Lady Katherine was in her determined efforts to break Percival's perfect control.

Katherine took her steadfast groomsman with her to a secluded pool deep in the forest. She insisted that he watch over her while she stood waist deep in the water; careful to face away from him so he saw nothing but her smooth back and shoulders as she splashed water onto her fair skin. When even that no longer amused her she ordered him to bring her a brush making him wade into the pool behind her and then work the brush through her golden tresses as she stood naked just inches from his strong hands.

Charlotte recalled just how close she had come to taking off her undergarments and wading into the stream to fetch Copper. She doubted that her stranger had Percival's strength of character, if she had been caught with bare legs under her skirts, her encounter could have ended very differently. Blushing fiercely Charlotte returned to the tale.

Each time Percival resisted her charms Katherine became angrier with her gallant attendant. She rode further and further ahead of him each venture into the forest and it was not long before she rode into the arms of the Black Knight of Chester Crossing. By the time Percival and his stumbling mule reached her the proud noblewoman had been stripped of all her clothing but her innermost shift and staked spread eagle onto the grassy bank of a brook.

Suddenly Charlotte's long cotton nightgown was far too hot and constricting. Working quickly she pulled the gown over her head and lay naked under the covers spreading her legs wide, imagining how **** Lady Katherine must have felt. Charlotte returned to the story, eager now to reach its climax.

The Black Knight roared with laughter when he saw Lady Katherine's defender. Nothing but a youth, riding a country mule and wearing a discarded helmet and shield from one of the fallen knights. For a lance Percival found a fence railing from a neighboring pasture. The Black Knight could barely believe that this bumpkin was challenging him!

All the same, the villain agreed to the challenge, informing Percival of the terms. The winner of the duel would deflower the maid, ravaging her mercilessly until she submitted. The Black Knight informed him that the only reason he had not already taken Lady Katherine was that he was waiting for his brothers the Red and Gold Knights to join him in his conquest of the maiden. Charlotte lay down the book and used both her hands to roughly explore her body imagining that it was three different men twisting her nipples cruelly, boldly stroking her thighs and cupping her ass all at the same time. Charlotte didn't bother to pick up the book to read, she had read these pages so often she had it nearly memorized.

The joust ended swiftly; even with his poor equipment and riding a mule, Percival was able to unseat his foe, breaking the Black Night's neck in the fall to the ground. Charlotte's hands slipped between her legs imagining the proud lady's fate as Percival knelt between her spread thighs. She was Lady Katherine now, begging him to free her, but secretly knowing that she deserved this punishment. She picked up the book reading once again.

Percival of course refused to free Katherine. Instead his hands roamed freely over her helpless body, exploring the softness of her breasts and inner thighs. He reminded the proud Lady of how she had teased him at every opportunity and that he had won this right to claim her body by honorable combat. Her once reticent groomsman now confidently used his fingers to stroke her womanhood until she screamed in a wild orgasm. As if in response to her passionate cries Percival heard a distant bugle sound. Katherine begged him to free her so they could hide together in the forest promising to freely submit her maidenhead to him if he agreed to flee with her. Instead Percival left her staked to the ground and dressed himself rapidly in the Black Knight's armor.

Charlotte could imagine Katherine's fear. What if this time Percival lost and this complete stranger, the Red Knight, was the one to ravish her freshly awakened womanhood? Her fingers stroked a little bit faster as she skimmed the next two pages.

The Red Knight appeared leading a scantily clad red-head chained to his stirrup. The false knight's petite captive was a highland duchess as innocent and pure as could be. When Percival challenged him the terms were soon agreed upon. The red-haired duchess was staked on the grassy bank next to Lady Katherine and the winner of the joust would claim both their maidenheads.

This joust lasted longer, neither man able to unseat the other, but when they turned to swords Percival beat the Red Knight to the ground killing him with a mighty blow to his neck. Again Percival returned to the captives, this time he used his nimble tongue on the two bound beauties - he licked and sucked hungrily on their pink clits alternating between the two until one after the other the two maids cried out in sweet surrender. Charlotte could only imagine what that must feel like; a warm tongue stroking that hard little nub that her fingers were teasing.

As her fingers teased her pleasure bud, Charlotte imagined the feeling of Percival's tongue coaxing her closer and closer to another climax. She pulled her hands away and moaned with need recreating the frustration of having his mouth switching to the other woman spread out so close that their feet could touch while she writhed in **** need.

Charlotte was burning with desire as she eagerly returned to the book to read about the Gold Knight's arrival with his prize, a raven haired princess from Wales even purer than the duchess. Like the two other virgins before her the princess was staked out on the bank dressed in the scantiest of garments that barely covered her unblemished pale skin. The winner of this final dual to the **** would have all three of the maidens to ravish.

Charlotte understood that the book was written for a male reader. The image of three virgins, a blonde, a redhead and a raven haired beauty staked brutally with their legs spread wide was surely designed to appeal to the male ego but she didn't care. She pictured what it would be like to be any one of the three captives, bound helplessly waiting to see which man was stronger and more worthy to claim her. She skipped over the lengthy fight scene to the end when Percival climbed victorious from the waters of the brook, stripping off his armor as he approached the three captives.

The first time she had read this tale she imagined that Percival would free the three maidens, choosing one (surely Lady Katherine) of them as his true love. She had been shocked to read that Percival took all three of the prizes while they lay helplessly bound. By now she didn't care. She imagined herself as each of the maids in turn, slipping her fingers carefully into her sex three different times as the book described each Percival's separate conquests.

First he took Katherine, gently breaching her maidenhead with the very 'sword' she had repeatedly mocked and then firmly using her until she could stand it no longer and was begging for his manhood. By the time Percival was done punishing her for her teasing and filled her with his seed, Katherine would never mock him again. But even as the Lady proclaimed her undying love for him, the powerful youth moved on to where the lithe red-haired duchess lay squirming helplessly in a futile effort to free herself pleading with Percival for mercy.

Percival was less patient with the struggling duchess than he had been with Lady Katherine and the pretty redhead cried out in pain as he claimed her with a mighty thrust that tore through her hymen. Charlotte wondered if she'd respond that way when a man (the image of the stranger by the brook popped into her head) claimed her as his. Of course by the time Percival discharged his seed into the moaning duchess she was no longer fighting him. Still trembling from a tremendous climax, the duchess begged Percival to take her again, but to no avail.

Finally Charlotte was the raven haired princess, cut free from her bounds so she could revive Percival's strength. First tentatively with her soft hands and then as she gained confidence with her mouth sucking the hero's rod back to its full size and strength. The chaste princess straddled her savior and slowly lowered herself onto his lance willingly sacrificing her virginity to this man she just met.

The final image of this unknown man's lance rising into her belly sent Charlotte over the edge. A long clear moan of passion escaped her lips as the biggest orgasm she had ever experienced shook her body. As she lay gasping for breath she recalled the last line of Percival's tale.

It was this conquest of three noble virgins in less than one hour by the impoverished gentleman that finally won Sir Percival his Knighthood at King Arthur's court.

Only after her last tremor subsided, did Lady Charlotte remember how loud she had been and waited anxiously to see if anyone had heard her cry out.