King Arthur in the Adventures of Cameltoe (Part 1) - Sex Stories

King Arthur in the Adventures of Cameltoe (Part 1)

... didn’t think there would be anything left of me after being split in two by Lance. The slaps of our colliding bodies increased as the pace quickened. Wrapping me in his arms with his cock still buried deep in my pooper, Lance rolled us both on to our side. Using his arm he drew my legs up while spooning behind me. I then yelped as he gained maximum penetration. He hung on to my tits like a new born while smashing my innards with his cock. Living in fear for my life, I felt I risked puncturing a lung if he sunk any deeper. My tear strewn face cried out. “Lance, I can’t take anymore.” Lance then jolted and groaned. That’s when I felt the warmth of his love. My insides were soothed by a rush of hot tacky cum. I felt ruined. Chapter 3 Arthur’s Story I woke up with a banging headache. As usual I made myself promises about drinking less, and forcing Merlin to retire from his post as Chief Druid. I then slowly turned my head as I watched Guinevere sat up from the bed. To my surprise she let out a ripping fart. I laughed and pinched my nose. “Christ, Guin, give us some notice so I can open the drapes next time.” “Why all the drama? It’s only trapped air. It always happens to me after butt sex.” “What?” “Erm. I’m just joking... It’s just the sprouts from last night.” “Oh... that OK.” Stretching out, l let out a groan. “Time to get up.” As I threw back the bed sheets. My eyebrows nearly jumped off my forehead at the sight of what looked suspiciously like cum. “You sure?” “Yeah... ...

... why?” “That fart blurted what looks like cum all over the bed sheet.” Guinevere seemed embarrassed and pulled the sheet back up to her neck. “Actually, I didn’t want to say anything... but now you know” “Go on?” “When you came back last night, well, you took advantage of me.” “Did I..?” I felt proud. “But you would never let me stick it in your bum.” “You surprised me. I tried to get you out... but you know what you’re like, a few thrusts and you squirt.” “I’m sorry.” I began collecting the cum by scraping my fingers across the sheets. “What the hell are you doing? I’ll get the maid to clean it up.” “She’s not having it.” “What?” I began rubbing it into my cheeks. “You told me it was good for my skin. Remember?” “But...” “Relax, it’s mine anyway. Don’t worry about it being inside your bottom. I see it as you’ve just been keeping it warm for me all night.” The sun shone brightly, lighting the courtyard in warm golden rays. Loving the good weather I walked with a spring in my step. I then developed a pompous swagger noticing that Guinevere continued to limp. I teased and lightly slapped her bottom cheek.“I wonder what you got up to last night?” “You have no idea.” The metallic rattle of the raising portcullis drowned out our conversation. Riding in on his white stallion, Lancelot made his first appearance of the day. He jumped off his horse with fine athleticism. “Morning folks” I shielded my eyes as the sun reflected off his highly polished armour. “Morning Lance. Great night last ...