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

King Arthur in the Adventures of Cameltoe (Part 1)

... haven’t got any nuts to squeeze.” Chapter 4 Lancelot’s Story I smiled into the mirror while passing the comb through my golden locks. “Having to look at a face as handsome every morning, no wonder I turned out gay.” Obviously grooming plays a major part in my daily routine. After all, it would be a sin not to indulge. The bedroom door smashed open. Dropping my comb, I turned to face an angry Guinevere. “Not heard of knocking?” “Lance, you utter bastard.” “Don’t take out your period pains on me.” I turned back to gaze into the mirror. Not even an emotional queen could interrupt my worship. “Can you not see I’m busy?” “Lance!” The incessant bitch was relentless. I put down the comb and turned to face Guinevere. “What is it?” “How dare you sleep with me... and then have to guts to refer to me as easy pickings.” “Come again?” “I said...” “Whoa. I know what you said... but I would never rodger you, honest.” “What? Are you crazy?” “I am many things, devishly handsome, intelligent and quick witted to name but a few. But crazy isn’t one of them.” “Arrogant tool” “OK, you named another one, well done.” I sat on the bed and patted the mattress for Guinevere to sit. However she remained stood. I glanced up at the crest fallen queen. “Come on, what is it? Tell me what all this is about.” “Last night we had sex. You have to remember, or I’ll go insane.” “Guin, if I was straight I’d be smashing you all over the battlements. But I’m not. Now please, relax and talk me through what ...

... happened.” “Last night, after you dropped Arthur off... we had a moment.” “You mean you begged me to fuck you. Don’t worry, though, I get it all the time. But I left.” “Yes, but after you left, you came back and wrecked my... bottom.” Guinevere grimaced as she placed a hand on her behind. “It’s still looser than a stretched sock.” “Whoa, stop right there. I went to town, I promise. I was busting butts in an alleyway behind the Dragon’s Inn. Anyway, I thought Arthur told me it was the Guard.” “No, I just told him that to save your arse... even though you wrecked mine. Have you not seen my limp?” I felt my chin as Guin shifted her weight to her good leg. “I mean, that limp is my signature... But I know what I did and didn’t do. Who else was around?” “No one came into my room... I did pass Merlin on the stairs, though.” “There you go, question Merlin, maybe he saw something... or did something. After all, he is a right dirty fucker.” “Yeah, yeah, I know. But there was no beard, and this guy was tall and well built... it was you, I’m certain of it. We talked while we fucked. I heard your voice, smelt your skin. Lance I’m more than certain it was you.” All this was becoming too much for me. Now you know why I’m gay, these women are fucking nuts.“Look, you’re freaking me out now, Guin. I gotta go.” “You’re freaked out? Imagine how I feel?” “Have a word with Merlin.” “The man disgusts me. And so do you for not admitting to what you have done.” This broad wasn’t giving up. No wonder Arthur is ...