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

King Arthur in the Adventures of Cameltoe (Part 1)

... bedroom door. “Night, Merlin.” “Just a hug?” “Goodnight.”I slammed the door shut in Merlin’s wrinkly face. Ready for bed, I got under the mink sheets and rested my head on my goose feather pillow. Denied the orgasm, I thought about finishing myself off. Of course I could wait for Arthur, and jump on him when he comes back. But I doubt he would be up to much after a night on the ale. I gave a sigh as my thoughts turned to a life destined to be unfulfilled. That may sound harsh, seeing as I am a queen. Also, it’s not that I want to be married to Lancelot. To be honest, I think we would be a disaster, two strong personalities don’t make a good pair. We would argue nonstop, it’s better being married to Arthur the doormat. Truth be told, I just want to shag Lancelot from sunset to sunrise. He can sod off after that, although it would be nice to be in his strong arms after sex. It would be a change to having a beer belly pushing against the small of my back. A knock at the door brought me from my thoughts. “Arty, just come in, it’s unlocked.” “Guin, it’s me, Lance.” My heart fluttered. I threw the bed sheets back and opened my legs. “I’ve been waiting…” “Sorry, it’s my fault. Arthur did tell me you wanted him back for twelve.” “You’ve got him with you..?” “Yes. He’s drunker than a midget doing backstroke in a keg of ale.” I punched the mattress. “Crap.’’ “You decent?” Letting out a sigh, I pulled the bed sheet back up to my neck. “Yes.” “Right, I’m coming in.” I watched as ...

... Lancelot kicked the door open. He had Arthur draped over his shoulder like a wounded knight. Climbing from the bed, I helped Lancelot drag Arthur to the bed “Thanks, Lance, you’re a good friend.” “Arty’s no problem at all. If he wasn’t married I’ld fuck him.” “Excuse me?” Lancelot seemed flustered. “It’s military term, ma’am. It simply means fuck him up... You know, beat him... for not being marred.” “Good, I thought you was a pillow biter for a second.” I let the strap of my nightgown slip off my shoulder, exposing my breast down to its standing stone of a nipple “Oh, look what’s just popped out to say hello.” “I do believe you’re flirting with me, Mrs Pendragon.” “Flirting, begging, gagging for it, call it what you want. But for God’s sake just take me now.” Lancelot’s strong hands grabbed my shoulders. I trembled like a newborn lamb. In fact I felt the first orgasmic rush from a man’s touch in nearly a decade. His eyes peered into my soul, and robbed me of my darkest secrets. “I would scuttle you all the way to Avalon and back. But Arthur is my friend, my eternal brother in arms.” “But he’s sleeping like a baby. Come on, if you’re scared of waking him you can gag me if you want.” “Guinevere, I am forced to live my life alone. Never to know what it feels like to be touched by the sweet hands of love. “ “Your words make my heart swell, Lance. Please, treat me like one of your girls.” “It’s not girls I seek, Guin.” “You... You like men?” I watched through the darkness as Lancelot ...