Wild Knights

by Blaise Kilgallen

  "Oh." She rolled her eyes. "I don't know what to say. I never had a conversation about anything like this or ... or like sex. You make me really nervous."

  "Hey, Carla, sex is what makes the world go round. Don't you know that? You just haven't been getting enough of it. Relax. I'll make sure you do. At least for the next couple of weeks if that's what you want. Then, I'm off to Chicago."

  "Chicago?"

  "Yeah, it's my turn to move on. We knights work two- or three-month shifts, at six different Medieval Showtime amphitheaters. After Chicago, I'll go to Florida."

  "How long have you done this, Evan?"

  "This is my second year on the circuit. I'll probably stay another year. Then I'll find something else. Who knows, maybe I'll try to break into the movies, huh? But hey! I don't want to talk business. I want to kiss you some more."

  "I don't think..."

  "Don't worry. I'll get you in the mood. Wait and see."

  He has the audacity to wiggle his finger at me.

  She gave him a flirty twitch of her lips and stood square in front of him. Reaching her arms up, she placed them loosely on his shoulders. "Okay, Evan. Is this Lesson One?"

  "It will be as soon as we get started."

  Carla inhaled. Then she tilted her mouth up to him and closed her eyes. And waited.

  And waited.

  When she opened them, he was grinning.

  "Damn you!" she said and started to pull away.

  "Hold on, sugar." Within a second he had captured her mouth in a drugging kiss.

  She opened her mouth, inviting him to explore. Their tongues wrapped around each other, ran along the backs and fronts of teeth, and did the rounds again until she was breathing hard. The guy could kiss. She could keep doing this for ... well, for hours. The longer their tongues tangled, the more she was feeling ... hot ... antsy and bothered.

  She felt fluid ooze from her cunt, wetting her panties' crotch. God, she hoped she wasn't showing wet. She'd be mortified. Nevertheless, she pressed herself closer to him, enthralled by his masterful kissing technique.

  Suddenly he scooped her up into his arms and started down the short hall to the living room. He had obviously spied the big wingchair. He plopped into it and settled her on his lap.

  "Comfy?"

  When she nodded, he started kissing her again, slow and easy, starting with tiny kisses on her hair, then moving his lips to her eyebrows. She closed her eyes and sighed. He was smooth all right, but she loved what he was doing. He made her feel wanted. When he finally reached her mouth, she kissed him back, licking his lips, reveling in his expertise.

  Billy had always been in a rush with his lovemaking. He had never taken the time to get her totally aroused, nor had he made her feel all gooey and lightheaded the way Evan was doing.

  Evan's big hands moved under her T-shirt and slipped around her waist. He rubbed his callused palms over her ribs. Around and around. Up and down, teasing the undersides of her breasts. She hadn't bothered with a brassiere today. Now nothing separated his rough skin from her unblemished torso.

  Her backside rested between his heavy thighs. She couldn't miss his erection and the solid heat pulsing underneath her. Pressing her buttocks down on his thighs, she rested her shoulders against his chest.

  "Easy now," he whispered in her ear, cautioning her. "Are you ready for Lesson Two already?" He bit the thin edge of her ear. "Let me know."

  "Hmm, that's nice, Evan. I like that. Do that some more..."

  Body heat penetrated through his cotton shirt to her. His skin felt like molten steel against her flesh, and she was on fire for his masculine flesh and toned muscles. When he nuzzled and dragged his mouth to her neck, she dropped her head onto his shoulder to give him easy access. She touched the tip of her tongue to his clean-shaved chin, licking his bronzed epidermis.

  "I like tasting you," she murmured, her inhibitions disappearing. His gentle kisses and caresses made it painless, not embarrassing, so she followed the flow of his lessons. His lips burned fire trails up and down her throat; his tongue delved into the sensitive hollow. He groaned something inaudible, but slowly, he brought his hands up higher and filled his big palms with her breasts, gently squeezing the budded nipples.

  "Do you like this?"

  "Oh yes. I think so. Don't stop."

  "This is Lesson One and a half, you know." He joked and chuckled deep in his throat. "Your sweet titties are as hard as little cherry pits. Or cherries. Let me have a taste." He bent his head, and, lifting her shirt, licked around a nipple before pulling it into his open mouth. "God, you're tasty, Carla. I could eat you alive." He sucked hard. "I want more. "

  Her legs jerked, the sensations rioting through her so strong that she yelped. She even tried to sit up, to stop him. She'd go nuts if he kept it up. She squirmed restlessly on his lap, but he held her tight. His penis swelled hot and hard beneath her. When he finally lifted his head from a breast, he dragged his warm palm across her stomach and over her Venus mound. He nudged her thighs wider. When she didn't complain, he pressed deep, rubbing two strong fingers over her vulva. As he wiggled fingers under the shorts, he met damp panties. He pushed beneath the skimpy bikini to the soft, wet, pubic hair drenching her cunt.

  "Damn, sweetheart, you're plenty wet."

  Carla's head was thrown back, eyes closed. Sensations bubbled and boiled from her inner core. Her legs opened wider. She wanted to grind herself against his fingers. Silently, she begged him not to stop stroking her clit until she came. A tiny, urgent moan arose from her throat. She ached to have his rigid, thick cock massaging the walls of her core; she wanted to fly into orbit, wild and unhinged. She had lost her courage last night, but today ... today was totally different.

  Evan teased Carla's sex, his fingers slick with her honey. He felt her growing tense. He pushed his fingers farther inside, behind the swollen labia. Her vagina finally grabbed, clenching at his fingers when she finally came, quivering in pleasure. Evan pulled out when her climax faded. He bent and kissed her lightly on the forehead.

  "Wanna go upstairs now?" he asked.

  Speechless, she bobbed her head in agreement.

  Lifting her in his arms, Evan stood and carried her up to her bedroom as if she weighed less than a bag of groceries. He placed her in the middle of the double bed and left her to pull down the window shades. The room dimmed. Carla stretched her arms out to him as he returned, gazing up at him through half-closed lids. "Thank you. I wouldn't have liked the shades left open."

  He took her hands and held them. "I want to see you naked, Carla, before we ... do anything else." He was going to say "screw," but recalled she didn't like coarse language.

  Undressing her was easy, and he had her naked in minutes. He removed his clothes quickly as well. He hesitated, wanting her to get a good look at him ... and his imposing cock. Some women had denied him because he was large and well-hung.

  "Okay?" he asked in a low voice, intently watching her face. "Tell me what you're thinking, Carla."

  Billy had been tall, over six feet and broad in the shoulders and chest. Evan was taller, brawnier. He had mentioned to her at the Knights' Italian Pub that he worked out, had been a wrestler and a bodybuilder. Muscles bulged everywhere on his body: arms, chest, thighs, calves--and especially what jutted out and up like a lance from his groin. She could see what would do justice to her first fucking in 15 years. Any squeamish morals and inhibitions had been forgotten in the kitchen and living room. There was no way she would stop now. She was psyched, ready, and more than willing.

  "I want you to be my stud, Evan."

  That was all he needed to know.

  He leaned close and his tongue tickled her navel. She giggled like a teenager.

  "Evan..."

  "Don't you like that?"

  She coaxed him up to her mouth. "Right this minute, I like kissing you better."

  "Then we'll keep on kissing a while longer. Let me know when you're finished with the ... er ... kissing, and we'll ...
move on."

  Their mouths meshed, danced, tangled, tongue caressing tongue, desire and lust escalating the longer they explored each other's mouths, licking, tasting, sucking, kissing--passion growing by leaps and bounds, until the bed sheets would flame into cinders.

  Carla was dying to touch him. She wanted to feel his skin under her fingers. Fumbling, she searched for his flat nipples and tweaked them until they were as hard as hers. He had no thick mat of chest hair, but his arms and legs were as hairy as a teddy bear. Oddly enough, she wondered if he shaved his chest.

  Evan growled a warning. "Keep doing that, Carla, and..."

  "And what?"

  He saw challenge glinting in her blue eyes as she smiled up at him.

  She's learning fast, he thought.

  "This," he said. He had pulled a foil packet from his jeans' rear pocket and left it on the bed table. Now, he grabbed it and tore it open, pulling it onto his engorged penis.

  Holy Hannah, I never thought! She told herself. Billy never used a condom. I'm glad Evan thought of it, because I never would have.

  A soft sound escaped from somewhere inside her. "Thank you for being wise enough to use that, Evan. M-my husband never did."

  He saw that she was blushing.

  "Safe sex. Don't you know anything about this stuff, Carla? Jesus, what am I going to do with you? Teaching you this fucking business might take weeks."

  Her face grew redder when he laughed

  "I guess I'm not very knowledgeable," she murmured. "I told you..."

  He leaned a knee on the bed and slid closer. "Never mind. You'll be a pro by the time I get finished with you."

  Evan jammed his knees between her legs, preparing to penetrate her. Taking his stiff cock in his hand, he doused its velvet tip with her juices, circling the swollen nether lips, and teasing the clit until Carla acquiesced and opened her legs wide and began pumping her hips. Her head was thrown back, eyes shut, hands clenched in the bed sheet beside her body.

  Her voice groaning low and needy, she begged, "Oh yes, Evan, do it now..."

  He teased her with his prick, taking his time. Years ago he had studied female anatomy and knew his penis wasn't of ordinary size. If she hadn't been fucked in fifteen years, there'd be pain as he entered.

  Evan aimed for the slick opening and moved into her slowly, an inch at a time. He withdrew, then, entered again, teaching her a rhythm she would come to know. Unfortunately, he didn't know how long he could hold back, because he ached to shove his heavy blade into the wet, hot sheath as far as it would go, up to the hilt like a sword, slipping in and out of her until he went wild and exploded in release. He'd been fiddling with her breasts, kissing her, and fondling her for the past half-hour. He was sure he didn't need any more foreplay. When she gasped, he hesitated, trembling with need and frustrated consummation.

  He thought to calm her.

  "Do you know you're beautiful, Carla?" he murmured, coaxing her to relax, as he pushed farther into her. Not wanting to come early, he hoped to be as far inside as possible. He kissed her again, breathing hard. "I love your body, Carla, all your lush curves and hollows; they blend with mine like two sides of a coin. I could never hope for a better fit."

  She raised her knees instinctively to make his entrance easier and saw concentration in his expression; he was not the teasing lover from downstairs.

  "Come on, sweetheart, take me," he murmured low. He grasped her hips, grabbed a pillow, and pushed it under her backside, raising her up higher, situating her at a better angle.

  She whimpered.

  He heard a small bleat of pain, but he also heard tiny sounds of desperate wanting mingling with desire. Later he could teach her other ways to come, but right now he didn't want to hurt her. It was hell, but he knew his cock couldn't wait much longer. "I'll make it good for you, sugar, I promise," he said. Then he plunged full ahead.

  Carla sucked in air when the size of Evan's flesh impaled her so quickly and so deeply, causing some minor pain. She squeezed her eyes shut and held her breath.

  Dear God, he's huge, nothing like Billy. He must be coming out of my mouth. How many men have a penis this long ... or big around?

  After penetrating, Evan held still, and waited. He heard Carla expel a long, slow, almost painful breath. When she was quiet, and he believed her body had accepted him, he moved, tantalizing the walls of her vagina with his cock.

  Carla writhed beneath Evan on the sweaty sheets, grabbing onto something, anything. Billy had never brought her to this point. She thought she might die, the pleasure/pain was so intense. She had read about "la petite mort" - little death - in novels, and now she knew what it meant.

  "Evan, I'm coming..."

  Desperate to climax, she matched his strokes, exerting her strength to pull him into her womb. The powerful, erotic sensations had her dizzy, panting while she did her best to hang onto sanity.

  "Go with it, Carla," he grunted, moving in and out of her body with a rapid, fiery frenzy. "Dammit, go!"

  Her body milked him at the same time he spurted his own release into the condom.

  Afterward they lay quiet for a long moment, sated and limp. Evan finally rolled off Carla, removed the pillow from beneath her hips, and pulled the top sheet over them both. Carla lay without moving, her eyes closed. He thought she might already be asleep. He felt boneless; the release had been awesome. Fucking her had been fantastic.

  Time seemed to stand still while neither said a word about what happened.

  Evan knew he'd remember this afternoon for a long time. He looked up at the ceiling and smiled inwardly. Already he knew he'd be back for more. His preference had always been for older women, experienced mature women. Carla Moore wasn't that experienced, but she sure gave him a ride today. Since she wanted a stud, she got one--one of the best around. He'd make it better for both of them the next time. Satisfaction spread his lips even wider in a smile.

  He slid out of her bed as quietly as he could. He checked the clock on the bedside table. It was time for him to leave. Just past 4:30 p.m. He dressed quickly, taking his shoes and socks downstairs with him to put them on. Cleo looked at him where she lay with sleepy, uninterested eyes.

  Jingling his keys in his jeans, Evan snapped the latch on the front door and pulled it shut behind him as he left, making certain the lock caught. The Caddy waited out front. He hopped inside. The big engine purred as he turned the ignition. He pulled away from the curb at 255 Main Street, grinning and whistling.

  I wonder what Uncle Tony wants, he thought, heading the Caddy toward Newark and his uncle's house.

  CHAPTER NINE

  North Newark was away from the business center of the bustling Essex County city. The residential area was home to an enclave of Italian families that had settled there after emigrating from the Mediterranean during the early 1900s. Most of the streets were wide and relatively empty of traffic. Old-fashioned architecture built years ago displayed single-family houses with well-tended lawns set back from the street and cars parked out front or in driveways. Mature bushes and bright flower gardens often surrounded the small statues of the Virgin Mary in this Catholic neighborhood. At Christmastime, the streets bloomed with lights and gaudy outside decorations.

  As Evan pulled up in front of his uncle's house, he saw several teens practicing on their skateboards. He hopped out of the car. There was no need to lock his Caddy or worry that a hubcap might be stolen. No one in this area would dare touch anything belonging to the Lupo family.

  Evan took the porch steps two at a time, and tapped the front doorbell. Angelina, Uncle Tony's housekeeper, answered. "Hey, Evan, you looka good. Bigga smile on your face today. Mus' hava new girlfriend, eh?"

  He chuckled and patted a well-rounded cheek as he bent down to buss the gray-haired, middle-aged lady. "Not me, Angelina. Not for a long time yet." He entered and glanced along the hall toward the back of the house. "Is Uncle Tony awake?"

  "Of course. He may be old, but he don't spenda time sleepin' in the da
ytime. You should know betta." She snapped the front door shut and led Evan to the rear of the house, talking all the while. "He's watchin' his baseball. Him and those Yankees!" She rolled her eyes. "Sit with him for a while. Supper's gonna be on the table in 20 minutes. I know you lova my manicotti."

  "You got a cold beer for me, Angelina?"

  "I bringa you one. Go sit with your uncle."

  Evan entered the room. Anthony Lupo sat in a wheelchair facing a 50-inch television set. The man looked even more frail since the last time Evan saw him.

  I can remember when Rose and me moved into this house almost 25 years ago. Tony Lupo, at 51 years old, had been a robust, powerful don, with a large following in Newark's political arena. During those years my uncle made sure the men he wanted were elected to the city council.

  At the start of the 20th century, Italians had held sway among large shipping firms, stevedores' unions and construction companies that had made up the larger part of businesses in Port Newark. Since then, Blacks and Hispanics had wrested power away from the older generation. Despite that, Evan knew the old man's mind was still sharp, and he still had some clout at election time.

  Evan had escaped from his uncle's influence early in his youth, before he'd been sucked into the darker side of his father's ancestry. After graduating from high school, young Evan had left his uncle's house and traipsed across the U.S. until he was tired of traveling. He'd made a living, but hadn't stayed anywhere very long until he landed in Chicago. By some roundabout coincidence, he'd found his way to the Medieval Showtime amphitheater in suburban Chicago. The horses and physical challenges he'd encountered made him stay on and train. He was to have transferred to the Texas compound when Rose took sick. He'd asked instead to be moved to New Jersey. That brought him back almost full circle. But he hadn't wanted to live with his uncle or reacquaint himself with his uncle's friends in Newark. He'd taken a subleased apartment in Hoboken instead. Meanwhile, Rose had decided to move into the Spa.

  After Rose's death, Evan's ties to his uncle were still strong, and he wouldn't abandon his old and frail relative now. "Uncle Tony?" he said and bent down to lightly kiss the old man on both cheeks. "How are you?"