0 comments/ 57321 views/ 5 favorites Camelot Ch. 01 By: movies_maidens_n_manmeat Camelot Ch. 1: Lancelot and Guinevere Night of forbidden anal passion Inspired by the movie “Camelot” ***** It happened in legendary times when King Arthur led his loyal knights in a crusade to unite his country. His Royal court became a mighty citadel: Camelot, the home of the Knights of the Round Table. There were many knights but no knight fought harder, loved deeper or suffered greater than the mighty Lancelot du Lac. While he pledged his sword to serve the King, Lancelot’s heart however, belonged to the Queen, Guinevere. According to ancient chronicles the fall of Camelot began one tragic night when Guinevere and Lancelot yielded at last to their forbidden passion… Guinevere hurried in the darkness of the evening over the long corridors of Camelot. She shivered, the thin silk of her nightgown barely protecting her against the cold. There was another reason she was shivering. Now she had made her decision, she experienced a strange feeling building up in her stomach. Her heart was beating fast. Why she felt so restless now she knew what to do? She knew… it was not indecision what made her shiver again; it was anticipation… a guilty desire… How long had she been dreaming about this moment? Those long nights when her husband was away to fight a war? How often she tossed and turned in her lonely bed, thinking of her champion, his mighty lance, his soft kisses. Yes, they met almost every other day but they never actually betrayed their King. His only touch was when he kissed her hand. He used to do this a couple of times when they spent an afternoon and at the end Guinevere would feel great pleasure when she felt the soft touch of his lips on her hands, imagining he would kiss another spot where she needed it most … But now she was hurrying over the long corridor, shielded by the darkness, hurrying to his bedroom he had specifically chosen at the other side of the castle to avoid the temptations of the flesh… Lancelot had been awake for some time. As a soldier used to sleeping in a tent, even with strong colds, when in the castle he slept naked, just covered by a sheet. Although it was a cool evening, he felt hot, tormented by feverish dreams. Dreaming about his Queen. He had realized for a long time his love was meant to fail and it would be wise for him to leave. But thinking about Guinevere, if ever he would leave her, when would he go? He twisted and turned when he heard a sound at the door. With the instincts of a warrior he immediately was awake and alert. When the door opened and light was beaming in Lancelot couldn’t believe his eyes. The silhouette against the light showed the perfect outline of a statuesque body. A silhouette he would recognize among thousands. It was Guinevere. Her thin nightgown was almost transparent. With his heart bouncing in his throat Lancelot saw her wide spread legs spread and the shadow of her breasts… “Sir Lancelot…” The Queen entered his room and he heard the door fall into its lock. Guinevere looked at him. She had no doubts as she let her nightgown fall to the ground. No words were needed to give him the reason why she had come. Her glorious nakedness spoke its own words. Wide-eyed, Lancelot looked at her beautiful face; the magnificent alabaster shine of her skin, the wealth of her luscious breasts and the slender elegance of her long tapering legs, ending in the mystery of her golden triangle. Their mutual pent-up desires, restrained for many, many months, exploded in their passionate kisses and the contact of their heated, naked bodies. His arousal, throbbing and pulsing, brushed against her naked thigh, the contact taking her breath away in passion and desire. Their embrace seemed to last for hours till Lancelot fell on his knees before her, naked and all. “My Queen…” He looked up to her. In his eyes Guinevere read his unconditioned love and his desire, the intensity matching hers. His hands went up, touching her breasts. His mouth touched the skin of the diamond-shaped shield of her flat belly. She felt his warm breath streaking on her sensitive skin, turning the smooth surface into goose bumps. Then his mouth moved lower and lower. She took his hands between hers, forcing him to look her in her eyes. “Thou shall not kneel for me, Sir Lancelot. I did not come here as thy Queen, but carried by my passion. I came here because I no longer could withstand my urges to unite my flesh with thine.” She saw his joy and expectation. “However, our union will be wrongful, my knight. I can not allow thee to enter my golden fleece which is rightfully dedicated to my husband and thy King.” She smiled when she watched his joy switching into despair. She bent over to him, her breasts dangling just before his eyes and softly whispered in his ear. “Thou art a warrior, my knight. If thou find the front gate closed and protected, I am sure thou will find another entrance to penetrate and plunder an unresisting citadel.“ Lancelot gasped when she turned around in his arms. His mouth, denied further exploration of her golden fleece now faced her lower back, just north of two impressive mountains of pliable flesh. With an ardor, so characteristic of this fierce knight, Lancelot resumed his explorations, now moving into the deep humid valley between the arse cheeks of his Queen. His roving tongue found a humid environment and his nose signaled a musky smell, emerging from the far depth. Guinevere was moaning softly, appreciative of his progress. “I find a deep cleft, milady… I’ll have to explore it with my finger…” Lancelot ran his finger through the whole length of the deep canyon… from north to south and back. As a cautious leader, he repeated the whole trip to make sure of his findings. Guinevere shivered in the heat of her delights. By Jove, this pleasure was unbearable! Gratefully Lancelot spread her trembling arse cheeks, exposing a beautiful rose-hued crater. “I see a small opening, my lady. I shall explore if it is fit for penetration…” Guinevere was breathing heavily. “Proceed Sir Lancelot, but please hurry because my surging tide tells me it is imperative a breach be realized shortly…” Encouraged Lancelot brought one finger in the puckered opening. First he slipped his finger in to the first knuckle, than the second and finally the whole length of his finger was embedded in her royal arse. Then the phalanx advanced as he systematically added a second and a third finger to the yelping delight of his female guest “I think I found an entrance for penetration to thy satisfaction, milady…” he reported. “Show me the results of thy explorations.” Guinevere moaned. Lancelot removed his fingers from her arse and reached forward to show his Queen how wet they had become. When she saw his wet fingers she gripped his wrist, put them in her mouth and slowly began licking them clean. Guinevere performed this lewd act deliberately. It was not right for her to be treated like a Queen. Instead she should be treated like a wench, performing all nasty acts those unlucky subjects were ordered to perform. It would make her feel better because she would be punished and still would give her lover delight. Lancelot rose and presented his tool, which already was in battering mode. Guinevere sighed in admiration. The stories in admiration of his legendary sword, told among the knights and squires, were surpassed only by the stories, told in wonder of his fleshy sword told among the ladies in waiting, even reaching the untouchable Queen Guinevere. Stories of his agility in handling his sword in bringing death to his enemies were only surpassed by other stories of his agility in handling his fleshy sword in bringing the sweet death to the ladies in waiting, lucky enough to whisper confessions of this experience. Guinevere remembered how Lancelot saved the life of Sir Aelfrith, the husband of the lovely lady Oruale, one of her ladies in waiting. Gratefully Sir Aelfrith had received the protector of his life at his castle. Sir Aelfrith had some troubles satisfying his beautiful lady because of his injuries he sustained. As result he asked Lancelot to perform marital duties in his place when he sent Lady Oruale to visit him nightly to pay her respects. Sir Aelfrith obviously had more confidence in his lifesaver performing this delicate task than in the numerous bawdy Knights and Squires who used to flock around his spouse. When Lady Oruale visited Lancelot’s bedroom those hot summer nights, she not only paid her respects but also showed her gratitude by giving up her last virginal orifice. A week later Lady Oruale accompanied Lancelot to Camelot to convey the regards of her husband to the King for making Lancelot available. During her entire visit to Camelot Lancelot also remained available to the lovely lady to perform the marital duties of her husband. Lady Oruale was very passionate and vocal in their mating, especially because Lancelot felt it was his duty to expand the elasticity of her recently inaugurated corn hole for the future benefit of her husband. Since she was a guest of honor, her bedroom was close to the bedroom of the Royal Couple and her sounds of ecstasy were clearly audible to Guinevere. When she passed the guest bedroom one night, the sounds seemed even louder because the door accidentally was left slightly ajar. Guinevere couldn’t resist the temptation to peek through the crack to observe the couple in carnal bliss. Memories of the impressive mast penetrating the small hole of Lady Oruale, followed by the shocking sight of the gory flesh pillar withdrawn from her clinging arse to be plunged straight into her mouth haunted the Queen for months. During her stay in Camelot each morning it was almost impossible to persuade a blushing Lady Oruale to sit down, much to the amusement of other ladies of the Court. Guinevere never did have the pleasure to see his mighty weapon in its entire natural splendor. She knew already, Lancelot was the tallest and strongest of her knights. Whispered reports of some ladies in waiting and her own brief observation were consistent with the claim his battering ram was over ten inches long. His fleshy weapon was said to be the longest and the strongest, its legendary endurance and power only matched by the power of his sword of steel. And now Lancelot’s magnificent monolith of flesh finally was disclosed and presented to her. Guinevere knelt before him, resting on her hands, wetting her mouth in anticipation. The purple helmet of his lance was just inches away from her lips. It was enormous and fulfilled all her feverish expectations. Just the knowledge this wonderful head of his battering ram would invade her private parts made her all wet. “Step forward, Sir Lancelot. And I shall honor thy lance.” Lancelot held his breath when Guinevere’s mouth closed over the engorged knob of his penis. Her lips flattened to accommodate length of his lance. He watched as his beloved started to slide her distended lips over his thickly veined shaft. He started moving himself, pumping his shaft deeper and deeper in her sucking mouth. Passionately Guinevere started her work of love on his genitals. She sucked in his knob, licked and kissed the shaft from the side, weighed his heavy balls in her hand before she caressed and licked them with her playful tongue. Then she let the length of his shaft enter her gluttonous, vibrant mouth again. In her daydreams he had reached the far depths of her throat and desperately she tried to gulp more of his man meat in. She looked up to him. “Assist me… I want thy lance reaching the back of my throat.” Of course Lancelot complied with her command. He always came to the rescue of ladies in distress and now his Queen was in urgent need of rescue from her pulsating distress. First he carefully held her head, tenderly as if he handling something extremely fragile. But it took not long till he grasped her beautiful face in an iron grip while he relentlessly forced his mighty meat deeper and deeper. His penis almost completely disappeared behind her soft, yielding lips. With her eyes closed, Guinevere felt how he hit targets in the far depths of her throat. Almost choking she gasped for air till she opened her mouth wide again. Most knights would have unloaded now. For Lancelot it was just intense foreplay, a build-up to batter her mouth. This time his tool didn’t slide in tenderly, but with fierce deep thrusts, till her saliva was drooling out of her mouth. As a good lover he instinctively had felt what his lady wanted. Wordlessly Guinevere turned around so that her bottom was in front of him with her dark eye winking for him to come inside… “I am awaiting thee, Sir Lancelot… Spear me with thy lance.” Guinevere felt extremely excited, eager to submit to his wishes, to provide him with all the pleasures her body could provide to him. Finally she would feel his iron force inside her. Lancelot let his hands rove over the whole length of her backside. He looked down at the magnificent view offered to him. Guinevere had the backside of an adult woman with all the ripe fullness of rich, creamy flesh. Yet her arse was so tiny that it seemed almost virginal. Her anal flower had all the beauty and serenity of a Royal arse. It would be a delight to split the portals open and probe the hot inside. Lancelot noticed a charming mole, just next to rim, drawing even more attention to her bunghole. His cock was still coated by the saliva of her oral attention. He let a drop of its abundance drop in her puckered rose. He saw how her sphincter nervously reacted and then slowly absorbed the liquid. Guinevere shuddered when she felt the drop fall on her exposed anus. She moaned in heat when he nosed his knob against the entrance of her hot bowels. “Now it will happen.” She thought. It was so forbidden, so devious, and yet… it would be so delightful… She hoped he would be not too considerate. He was her champion of so many tournaments. He had fought for her and conquered her heart. Now she wanted him to conquer her arse and she would honor him… with her arse… and then with her mouth… Guinevere sobbed when his red-hot member entered her insides in a slow but inescapable movement. It brought her excruciating pain and dazzling delight at the same time. Wild thoughts and memories flashed though her mind. He is sliding the whole length of his member in my arse… Repressed memories suddenly surfaced of Lady Oruale climaxing when his member was shoved halfway up her tiny arse. He will not stop halfway… he will spear me with all his long ten inches… When she finally felt his balls rubbing against the back of her thighs, she knew he had fulfilled all her expectations. As always Lancelot read her perfectly. He was determined to give her the best he had to offer. He would stretch her sphincter and would make sure she would not be able to escape his penetration. When he was halfway in, her hips started cavorting but his iron grip forced his hot rod deeper in the molten lava, smoldering within her crater. Groaning and gasping he saw his flesh gradually disappear between the firm white butt cheeks of his beloved. Guinevere moaned in toe-curling delight when his hips started their piston-like movement. “Ride me… Sir Lancelot, ride me….” Lancelot really didn’t need any encouragement. With his lance straight ahead Guinevere’s Champion rode her like a mare. As in so many tournaments where he fought under her banner, he hit his target again and again. Only now the sounds of shattering lances and clattering swords were substituted by the slurping sounds of a hungry chute and the muffled sounds of dangling balls bumping into sweaty thighs. Inside her bottom his engorged knob stretched her rectal walls. Her sphincter clinched and expanded around him, masturbating his tender flesh. Suddenly a striking bolt hit her body. Her legs thrashed and jerked in paroxysmal ecstasy. Like he would have tightened the reins riding a rearing thoroughbred, Lancelot took a handful of her silky blonde locks and yanked her head back. And thus, Queen Guinevere, speared to the hilt, her glistening body, snorting and cavorting in carnal bliss, finally died the mort d’amour in sweet agony. Respectfully Lancelot let the orgasmic waves slowly flow away. Lovingly he looked down at her beautiful body. At the dew of minute short blonde hairs that covered her shoulders and arms, at the slender contours of her neck, the pearly drops of sweat on her heaving body and her pink lips, slightly open to allow her to breath heavily. Guinevere was slowly recovering from the orgasmic fireworks that had shaken her body when she heard his whispering voice. “My Queen… You are so beautiful… Let me make love to thee again… She knew this was the wrong way… and she had to do something about it… immediately… “I cannot love thee as a Queen, Sir Lancelot. That would be wrong because I can do so only to the King. But let me love thee as a wench… You had wenches before… I know thou had your ribald years when thou were young… Force me to do all the nasty things those women did to pleasure thee… I do not deserve anything better…” “My Queen… How could I? Didn’t I dedicate my sword and my life to serve thee as a Queen?” Guinevere made a quick decision. This was going nowhere as she had considered already. She surely needed the services of his sword badly. But not the sword he spoke of… “So be it… “ She rose. Nude as she was, Guinevere managed to assume the posture of a Queen. “If thou really want to serve me, Sir Lancelot… Kneel down and kiss my feet…” Lancelot was caught off guard by her command. It was completely different from what he expected. It seemed so out of character to him. But he never had questioned one of her requests in the past and he certainly wouldn’t start now. He had to kneel down deeply to kiss the foot she offered him. Tenderly he brushed his lips over her ankle, the returning slowly to her toes. Guinevere had trouble to remain standing. She better finished her plan or she would fall. “Do thee worship the ground I walk on…?” “Thou knowest I do, my Queen… I told thee so this morning” “Then kiss it, Sir Lancelot. Kiss the floor where I place my foot now!” Lancelot still didn’t have the faintest idea where this was leading to, but he was not going to argue. He lowered his head even more to kiss the floor where she just placed her feet before. “Keep kissing the floor while I move over where I can watch thee crawling before me” Lancelot started to feel uncomfortable when he realized Guinevere moved around him. With his naked bottom in the air he felt strangely vulnerable. He heard a scuffling sound behind him and then the silken touch of her hair caressing his cheeks. Before he even realized what was going on a tender, loving mouth was pressed on his anus… A tongue circling along the rim… pointing and pushing to come inside… “Will thou accept me now as thy wench, milord? Do thou feel, how I am licking thine arse…!”? Lancelot realized he was tricked. Guinevere had ambushed him and unexpectedly hit him at one of his most vulnerable spots. His tense body relaxed. He just surrendered himself to her obscene attentions. Her nose buried itself in the loose skin of his hairy balls. He heard the slurping noises of her mouth, sucking in the fluid around his anus. She stabbed her tongue in his murky depths as far as she could. “Yield and accept me as thy wench or indeed I will leave thee in this room as thou are…” Lancelot knew when he was defeated and never would be more delighted to accept defeat then now, being at the mercy of the lips and hands of this wonderful woman warrior. He turned around, clenched a handful of her blonde hair and forcefully pushed Guinevere to the bed, “Bend over, wench.” Camelot Ch. 01 The eight students, tipsy and still buzzing from the pulsating loud music they left behind in the night club. The group of three women and five men piled into two different mini cabs outside the club and headed to Kieran's parents house. They had come down from university after their end of term exams to take in the London night life; they had all missed. Kieran offered to house them for the weekend since his parents were off on another cruise. His parents were now retired, wealthy and spent more and more time taking cruises rather than staying in rainy ol' England. The group's name 'Camelot' had been given to them by Dylan, the horny Scotsman as he often referred to himself. The historical the first part of it, Cam, reflected the Celtic word meaning "crooked" in Dylan's most likely depraved thinking it meant "The Crooked Lot'" He was 5ft 10 lean but extremely fit from playing soccer for the university team. His dark hair and cobalt blue eyes made him look intense. Though intense was the last thing he was...Dylan was the biggest prankster and the life of the party, he was the unofficial head of the group. Always suggesting they do all sorts of interesting things whilst they were still young and stupid! Breaking the silence of the serene upper class neighbourhood, they stood discussing loudly what the next plan was for the night as the Mini cabs drove off down the long driveway to the gate and into the night. They noisily walked into the posh mansion that was Kieran's family home; Dylan was calling for more music and booze to continue the buzz. The rest of Camelot agreed. Kieran walked into his father's 'study' and the whole group followed. At one side of the so called study was a bar, countless bottles of alcohol lined the mirrored wall behind it. 'Ladies, what would you like to drink?' Kieran asked politely, as was his nature 'My cum?' Dusty cheekily asked he always found a way to bring up sex even when no-one else could. Dusty was an American army brat, he was the tallest of the lot at 6ft 6, built like a brick house no-one knew his real hair colour because it was a different colour each week, on this particular week his hair was platinum blond with blue highlights. He was always staring at all the couples but tried not to get spotted, they had always thought that there was more to his story than the group knew. 'It's early yet,' said Sarah visibly tipsy and unusually forward. 'Give us a bit of time and we'll be sure to try it out. I'm game for new challenges!' She mischievously said. Everyone bust out laughing and some shook their heads in disbelief. Sarah, the silent voice of reason, She was never forward, rather shy mostly. She was beautiful though she didn't think so. Her long strawberry blond tresses framed her soft oval lightly freckled face, her almond eyes green eyes always held a smile. Sarah had the hugest crash on Dylan but would never own up to her feelings for him. 'Tequila, if you have some.' said Tina, a strikingly beautiful red head, with a body made for sin as she always loved to say, how true this was. Her breasts slightly over filled her 36 C cup bras, her hour glass body always covered in sexy yet tasteful garments and her ass was full yet firm. She had a distinct wiggle to her walk. Tina's suggestion for tequilas got a hearty round of approval. 'I'm going to need help slicing the oranges for the tequila.' Kieran said as he placed a bowl of oranges on the counter. 'Matthew?' Matthew, the youngest of the group at 20 years old, stood tall at 6ft 4 with blond hair, soft blue eyes and a tanned buff body that had most girls and some guys stare. He looked like a god amongst men. He was a gentleman always, which made all the girls swoon over him. Matthew went behind the bar counter to help Kieran. Kieran was of Celtic decent his dark hair and turquoise eyes made him look other worldly. He stood tall at 6 ft 2. His body was firm and muscled, though he was not massive he looked well filled out in all the right places. His manner was soft, gentle and compassionate. None of them knew he was from a wealthy family until Sarah stumbled upon an article in a finance magazine at the campus library, which had done a profile on his father. Inside was a family photo. Kieran didn't want anyone of the group to treat him differently because his father was one of the richest men in England. Dylan walked to the centre of the study and announced 'We shall sit here and drink the tequila...in our underwear!' laughter rang out in the large room. 'I second the motion' Sarah chimed in. To no-ones surprise, at this point. She walked up to Dylan and slowly began to undress, facing him. The rest of the group walk over to them and also started to peel off their clothing and fling them all over the room. Kieran and Matthew carried two bottles of golden booze, glasses on a tray with the sugar and oranges to the center of the group before the both of them hastily undressed. Tina was standing and sexily stripping in front of Bryce. Bryce was a 6 ft 2 chocolate brown, Afro-Caribbean Tyresse look-a-like. With a small dimple on the right side of his mouth and eyes that were dark pools waiting for someone to drown in them. Next to them stood Johari, caramel skinned beautiful African, 'Jo' to all her friends, had been born in Kenya and brought to boarding school in England when she was ten years old. Jo was 5ft 10 inches tall with an oval face, soft full lips that held untold promises and hazel eyes that striped a mans soul bare. Her full breasts fit nicely into a 36DD bra, men could barely hold a conversation with her without directing part of the conversation to her breasts. She had a crush on Kieran since their first day in university when he offered to be her guide, even though he didn't know where he was going either. Once they were in their underwear giggling and commenting on each others choices of underwear, they turned to Dusty who still stood wearing only his trousers. 'Hey Dusty, we can't start drinking when you still have your trousers on.' Tina said as she walked over to him in her crimson red lace g-string and matching bra that could hardly contain her breasts. She stood in front of him slowly reaching for his belt buckle. Her eyes held his as she began to unbuckle his belt. 'I didn't think of you being shy, Dusty.' Tina said softy. 'I'm not.' Dusty said his voice deep and hoarse, Tina's hand slowly opening the zip of his pants. 'I just don't wear any underwear!' he announced. As he took hold of Tina's hands stopping her. 'Wow. Dusty, still you need to loose the pants, who seconds my motion?' Tina's voice filled with passion. 'All of us second the motion.' Sarah said giggling. 'I need a drink! Common Dusty, lets get this party going...promise we won't laugh.' she added as she went over to him and began helping Tina take Dusty's trousers off. A tense air of silence hit the room as Dusty's semi erect penis was revealed. No one could laugh let alone speak when they saw it. His penis was huge and thick and lay nestled in dusty brown short fuzz of pubic hair. The deep pink bulbous helmet was large and the shaft thicker at the base than the rest of the thick column. Sarah could hardly contain herself as she reached to touch it. 'How big is this monster cock of yours, Dusty?' Sarah asked her voice hoarse and strained as her fingers gently stroked the cock before her. The whole group watched in awe at Dusty's long thick cock in Sarah's grip. Dusty's looked at Sarah's hand stroking his penis, gently rocking on his heels he answered softly, '12 inches or so.' 'Or so...? Yeah right!' Dylan snickered as he reached to take a glass of tequila and down it contents gingerly. Sarah stopped stroking Dusty's now hard cock and led him by it to the circle and sat down next to Dylan. Tina as if in a trance followed closely and sat next to Dusty and Bryce. 'And there was poor George Bush was looking the weapon of mass destruction in Iraq and it was in your pants all this time!' Said Jo as she raised one eyebrow as was her trade mark. Everyone break into laughter and a bit of the tension was released from the air. 'I'm thirsting for some tequila.' she added taking the glass, orange quarter and brown sugar Kieran offered. Soon they had emptied all of the contents of the tequila bottle. The music in the background was a slow love song. Kieran and Jo were seated on the floor kissing and touching, Matthew sat on the floor watching as Bryce and Tina held each other closely dancing and Dusty and Dylan were dancing with Sarah sandwiched between them. Her inhibitions seemed washed away by the tequila. Sarah's hand was steadily stroking Dusty's erect penis that was in front of her. 'I need to taste it!' Sarah said to Dusty but loud enough for everyone in the room to hear and seize what they were doing to watch her as she dropped to her knees and tried to suck Dusty's monster cock. Sarah's head pulled back and she lovingly kissed the bulbous head before her hand guided Dusty's penis back into her mouth. Dusty let out a low groan as he stood slightly swaying insnc with Sarah's attention to his member. She could only manage to take half of it difficultly into her mouth. Dusty didn't seem to mind he was making mewing sounds of pleasure in the back of his throat. Dylan got down behind Sarah and began rubbing her pussy through her now wet panties. Sarah moaned and spread her knees slightly wider to give Dylan better access to her cunt. He moved behind Sarah and slipped her panties slowly over her ass and past her hips leaving them at her bent knees. His hands soon returned to caress her soft ass massaging the orbs slowly. His right hand let her bum to touch her pussy that glistened invitingly. Dylan rubbed her clit in slow maddening circles as Sarah shifted her attention to Dusty's large hairless balls, her small hands stroking his huge member simultaneously. His moans were getting more labored, Dusty pulled away from Sarah's hot mouth and lay down in front of her and said 'Suck my cock, babe.' The room was quiet except for the music in the background and Sarah's excited moans brought on by Dylan's fingering her hot, wet pussy. Sarah put her hot mouth once again on Dusty's cock and gently licked the drop of precum on the tip of his mushroom head. She licked her middle finger and began massaging his perineum and lightly drawing circles round his pucked rose bud as she resumed loving his huge cock. 'Ah shit, that feels good! Sarah' Dusty moaned as Sarah's finger continued the tormenting circles. Sarah too moaned onto Dusty's cock as Dylan's now condom sheathed penis slid slowly deep into her moist cunt. Dylan was slowly fucking Sarah each time he penetrated deeper she moaned and pushed back at him hard meeting each other harder with each stroke. Bryce gently laid Tina on the carpet, spread her legs and began to lick clean her cunt juice that had trickled almost to her knees. As he cleaned her off with his tongue his fingers found her clit and started to circle and tap gently on the swollen little nub. Once Tina's thighs were clean of her sweet tasting juices, Bryce licked his way to her wet pussy and began trying to clean it too. Tina was struggling to keep her eyes open as an intense feeling excitement washed over Tina's body as Bryce sucked on her clit and fingered her pussy she tried to watch as Dylan fucked Sarah and Sarah sucked Dusty. She could feel herself cumming... just then Tina rewarded Bryce's hot licks with the sweet nectar from her pussy. Her soft moans lifted and joined the moans also coming from Dylan, Sarah and Dusty. The music in the background could barely be heard now because of the symphony of moans and groans been made by the group. Dylan kept up the strokes into Sarah's pussy alternating slightly with shallow stokes to hit her G-spot rapidly then back to sliding his penis into her pussy in full deep strokes to calm it and cause Sarah's pussy muscles to shudder slightly on his hard cock. Dylan spread her rosy cheeks to drive his hard dick deeper and he was getting that spot that made Sarah's ass wiggle and her rosy hole to ripple. It had been winking at him each time he slid deeper and harder into her wet pussy. Dylan licked his thumb leaving it coated with saliva which he then inserted slowly into Sarah's ass. Sarah moaned and came instantly gushing her juices all over Dylan's cock and balls her vibrating cunt walls held Dylan still, deep inside her pussy. Dusty flooded Sarah's mouth with a huge amount of cum as the vibrations from her repeated moaning pushed him over the edge. Each shot of cum from Dusty's ejaculating cock filled Sarah's mouth until some spilled back out and on to his still pulsing cock. After swallowing what was in her hungry mouth Sarah began cleaning off Dusty's cock and balls in earnest, only stopping to moan loudly as she came once again from Dylan fucking her harder and his thumb now replaced in her hot ass by two fingers that were spreading her hole wider to receive his third finger. As Dusty moved away to recover, Matthew moved under the couple and stuck his mouth on to Sarah clit and began nibbling on it as Dylan was pistoning his hard cock in and out of Sarah's wet cunt. As Matthew greedily sucked on Sarah's clit he inserted two fingers fucked her recently vacated pussy as Dylan began pushing his cock into her ass. Sarah's throaty grunts got the rest of the group to stop what they were doing to watch Sarah's anal invasion. Once Dylan cock was buried to the hilt, Sarah became wild and began chanting "Fuck my virgin ass Dee! Take it baby. Split me on half you fucking stud. Shit!!!! I love your cock up my cherry hole! Awwww Fuck me! Fuck me baby! I'm cumming...awwww!!!" As her cum gushed rapidly out of her pussy Matthew hurriedly lapped it up pushing a third finger into her pussy causing her to release more cum into his awaiting mouth. Dylan began slamming himself deeper as he felt Sarah's ass walls clamp his hard penis harder and harder as her orgasm took over her body. He felt his cum bursting out of his balls and up his hard cock. Expanding wider as it made its way into her vice like crevice. Dylan began a primal scream as he blasted his cum deep into the condom covering his cock...he just wished he had taken Sarah's ass cherry bareback. His cum would be shooting deep inside her gut now. He came so intensely he could barely stop himself from collapsing in Sarah's sweat covered back as Matthew quickly moved out of their way as Dylan and Sarah collapsed on the floor. With his cock still deep inside Sarah's pulsating ass. He kissed her neck and mischievously said "My word, Sarah...you do cum a lot!" To be continued... Camelot Ch. 01 CH. 1: Morgans Plan Morgan le Fay, Daughter of Lady Igraine and Gorlois begins her journey to Camelot, the Fortress where her mother and stepfather live. Morgan is a raven haired gorgeous woman that most men lust after, but she does not want any of them, all she cares about is the crown that is rightfully hers. As she walks through the courtyard she could feel both men and women undressing her with their eyes. She loves the attention. She typically wears low cut dresses while walking around, while they may be taboo, no one seems to question her on it. When she reaches the castle she finally feels at home. As she walks through the corridor for the first time in her 3 year journey she recalls her past. The smell of lily's, the stone craftsmanship that is only found in Camelot, and the door, the symbol of strength that is a barricade between the castle and the kings quarters. But what was behind that door will change her life forever. She has the guards open the door and before she can speak she sees him. His shoulder length golden blonde hair, wearing the crest her family has had for generations. Believing him to be her stepfathers' soldier she walks up to the throne and bows. "Morgan, welcome home." King Uther says with a voice that demands respect. King Uther is known throughout the land as a powerful but loving king. "Thank you stepfather." She says while bowing. "Mother." She says to her mother sitting next to the king "Morgan, there is someone we would like you to meet." Uther says as the man turns around revealing his features. He is an attractive man with the muscles of a soldier. "Is this your new head soldier?" Morgan asks "No....Morgan, this is my son, Arthur." Uther said, as the words rang through Morgans ears like a poison. "S-son? What do you mean he is your son?!" she says angrily. "why have you never spoken of him?!?!" "He did not know he existed." Said a familiar voice from behind her. As she turned around she saw him, Merlin, arguably the most well respected wizard of that time. "This boy is from the King's first marriage. He is the heir to the throne." Merlin said hesitantly "The heir?! I am the heir!" she says "NO Morgan! You are my STEP daughter. He is my legitimate son." Uther said sternly "You will regret taking away my throne father, as will you brother." Morgan said storming out of the room "Not exactly the way I wanted to meet my sister." Arthur said "Everything will be fine Arthur." Merlin said XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX "A son? The king has a son?" Morgan's dear friend Sybil says "Yes, and he ruined my plans to become Queen." Morgan says in a rage "Ruined? Your plans are not ruined. Maybe set back a little, but definitely not ruined." Sybil said "How do you figure?" Morgan asked intrigued "Take the throne away from him." Sybil said "How? My stepfather adores this boy apparently." Morgan said "But your stepdad adores one thing more, love. Your mother was able to seduce him away from his previous wife, you can do the same, then you can end him." Sybil said deviously. "I can't seduce my stepfather when I look like myself." Morgan said "So use the magic you learned while away, he'll never know." Sybil said "I'll need some time to prepare, but this is going to work. I will let you know when I'm ready." XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX "Arthur, welcome to Camelot." King Uther said "Thank you your majesty." Arthur said looking through the kingdom watching the people stare at him in awe "Call me dad. You're royalty now." The king said "Arthur, you need to meet the knights." Merlin said "Merlin, you are too uptight, relax, I found an heir to the throne at long last." Uther said "It's fine Kin- or dad. I'd love to meet the knights, but I'd like to make a request." Arthur said "Anything for my son." The king said "Make Kay a knight, he has been such a good friend to me all my life." Arthur said "Your step brother? Of course he can be a knight. But it is not easy, I cannot guarantee the other knights will approve." The King said "Thank you father, Kay will be overjoyed." Arthur said "Of course." Uther said "My king." A man said leading a group of armor clad warriors. "Are the rumors true? Have you really had an heir to the throne this whole time and not known it?" "Ah, Leontes, what timing. Yes, the rumors are true. This is my son and heir to the throne, Arthur. Arthur, this is my head knight, Leontes." Uther said "It is an honor to meet you." Leontes says bowing to the new heir "The honor is all mine." Arthur says "Brother!" Kay says running up hugging Arthur "Kay, its been so long." Arthur said embracing his sibling "I would hate to interrupt this reunion. But we must go Arthur." Merlin said "Will you be at the dinner tonight?" Arthur asked Kay "Wouldn't miss it." Kay said "Neither will I Arthur." Morgan said watching from a crystal ball XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX "What a wonderful party father." Arthur said "Yes it is." Uther said "It's a shame Igraine couldn't be here." Arthur said "Agreed, but she is ill so she must rest. Now if you'll excuse me, I need a drink." Uther said getting up from his throne. "Isn't that a little too much?" Morgan said disguised as a blonde haired gorgeous woman "There's no such thing as too much." Uther says taking notice of the young woman "Hellen." She says extending her hand for him to shake "Uther." He says shaking her hand "I know who you are your majesty." She says subtly laughing "I hope I can see you later." She whispers into his ear before walking away "Arthur, I'd like you to meet my fiancé, Guinevere." Leontes said. As Arthur looked upon this woman he was in awe. She was truly beautiful, her long blonde hair, wavy but not curly, piercing green eyes, a body that gods would be jealous of. He was speechless "Nice to meet you." Arthur was able to spit out after an awkward pause. "Arthur, I need to speak to you." Merlin said practically dragging him away from the two "What is it?" he asked "Do not fall for her." Merlin said sternly "What?" Arthur asked "I saw the way you look at her, you need to earn the knights respect. And you are unable to do that by falling in love with your captains fiancé." Merlin said "Fine." Arthur said but was unable to forget her the rest of the night XXXXXXXXXXX Uther, being a little inebriated begins to walk to his room however realizing his wife is sick in bed, he begins to walk to the guest room. "Uther." He hears in a sensual voice "Hello?" he asks thinking he's hearing things "Uther." He hears it again but this time it gets louder. He believes he's seeing things but then "she" walks out of the darkness. She lost her nice gown and is now wearing a smaller dress that shows off her features very nicely. Her long blonde hair flows down her shoulders and her deep blue eyes stare lovingly at him. "You are the girl from the-" he begins to speak but she puts her finger to his lips "Shhhhh. Don't speak." She says before walking away "Wait, come back." He says following her. He follows her down the hallways, she looks back at almost every turn signaling him to continue until they reach a room. "I can't do this." He says "You want to." She says moving slowly forward "Maybe, but it's not right." He says standing perfectly still "Don't you like what you see?" she says circling around him, pulling off his robe and shutting the door. "You are a gorgeous woman, but I'm the king. I'm married." He says trying to resist "Turn around." She whispers in his ear. He does and she lets her dress fall to the floor revealing her perfect body, large breasts, plump pink nipples and smooth skin. "I wish to serve you my king." She reaches down and pulls off his belt. She leans up to kiss him but he hesitates. She grabs his hand and places it on her breast. "Don't push me away." She says kissing him. They begin kissing passionately. He reaches down and grabs her butt and she takes his shirt off. She pushes him over to the bed. Gets on her knees and removes his pants. She begins licking his hard cock slowly. He moans with passion as this mysterious woman is licking him. She gets up and begins to straddle him. They begin thrusting into each other with intensity. He lifts his hands and begins fondling her breasts. She leans back with passion still riding him. She leans over and he takes her nipple in his mouth and begins licking, switching breasts evenly. He flips her onto his back and begins thrusting into her. "Tell me you love me." She says sensually "I love you." He says still thrusting. The next morning Morgan wakes up naked next to her stepfather who is passed out drunk from the night before. Still wearing her disguise, she gets up pours some wine and puts a poison in it. she walks over to the bed and gets on him. He wakes up with rubbing his head having a hard time remembering the previous night. "Drink this." She says placing the cup to his lips putting the drink down his throat. As he begins choking she gets off him. Puts her clothes back on and walks out the room. A couple minutes later, she hears his screams and watches as the guards go to his aid knowing they are too late. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX After the kings funeral, Arthur is crowned king, Morgan realized her plan is going to have to take a couple more drastic turns, but she has her new target to destroy Arthur, Kay, his brother. Camelot Ch. 01 Guinevere shivered in anticipation. She bent over, her arms leaning on the edge of the bed “What are thou going to do with me…?” Her voice sounded timid and husky. “I am going to pierce your arse, wench…! Then I will fuck your bottom so deep that you will feel the end of my cock in your throat…” Guinevere shuddered in delight. She cried out loud when he plunged into her in one swift stroke. Her hands clawed and she felt sweat breaking out from her goosy skin. Desperately she reached out for a pillow. She hid her face deep in the cushion to muffle her sounds of sensuous delight. Lancelot frenetically fucked her dark chute with feverish salvo-like thrusts. Regrettably he couldn’t maintain this pace indefinitely. When he took a breather, he spun her around to mouth his slime-covered cock. He didn’t give her the time to kneel before him. Bent forward, with her head angularly hoisted upwards, Lancelot just fucked her drooling mouth. She begged him to be her wench and he would treat her as such. He turned his back to her and rested his hands on his knees. Guinevere duly sucked off his crater, burying her nose between his arse cheeks again. She had an agile tongue and jolts of pleasure made him reach backwards, rewarding her by pushing her deeper into his crack. When she resumed her original position he saw the rim of her anus was swollen raw, some creamy fluid slowly dripping from her rear entrance. To have his majestic Queen turned on to a horny lady in heat aroused him immensely. Without consideration he plunged his blood engorged member back in place and started plowing around into her arse. Idly Guinevere fisted the bed when her orgasm racked her body but Lancelot left her no time to let her pleasure slowly ebb down. With a popping sound he withdrew his weapon. “On your stomach, wench... hold on to your ankles and look at me...” With weak legs Guinevere rolled over on the bed, gripped each ankle with a hand. With her head up she turned to him. Her glazed eyes barely saw his member moving in till it stopped just before her slightly opened lips. “Tell me where this cock is coming from...?” “I had it in my arse...” “What do thou think of it...?” “It is slimy and dirty...” “What is the best way to have it cleaned...?” Guinevere knew he didn’t expect a reply. It was too humiliating... With her torso curved upwards, she felt his hand under her chin, bringing her face even more up. The musky smell of her own ass filled her nostrils. She felt the slimy crown of his shaft softly opening her lips. It gently entered… bringing more grease… moving slowly… oh so slowly… Guinevere closed her eyes. She almost choked… This was so nasty… so denigrating… so humiliating… so utterly delightful…! She felt his glorious staff even swelling more under her sucking lips. She was his wench… providing him lewd services, exciting him… She would suck him clean, and he would penetrate her arse again… And Lancelot did… Again he felt her anal ring clinching and un-clinching around his pounding member. She rocked her bouncing behind against him, matching him stroke for stroke. He had never experienced such arousal in his life but his cock was still expanding between her arse walls. His control was melting away in this blazing coupling. Kneading her soft cheeks with his strong forcing hands he just slammed his hot rod between her twin orbs. His hips undulating wildly, he released himself in spasmodic waves. His seed drowned her insides. His ejaculation was so copious, he felt his cum washing around his cock before the thick murky fluid slowly started to leak outside... # Lady Shower They lay closely together, sharing the intimacy of post-coital bliss. Absent-mindedly Lancelot caressed her warm body, so heart-warming and giving in its surrender. “I never expected it would be like this, my Queen.” “I am not your Queen, silly knight. I am just a modest maiden… my name is Ginny… What is yours?” “My name is Lance… eeh… Ginny” “What am I doing naked in your bed, Lance?” “I seem to recall that you came to me. Do you have an idea why?” “Yes, now I remember. I asked one of the ladies about the joys of maidenhood. And she told me you were the best to teach me…” Besides her beauty, one of Guinevere’s qualities Lancelot loved most was her sparkling spirit. Her good humor contrasted so much with his seriousness, which often verged on solemnity. During their walks she used to brighten his mood with her laughter, her wit and her teasing jokes. “If you want, I could introduce you into the joys of maidenhood.” “I really would appreciate that, sir. Is it necessary to be naked?” “It surely helps. Shall we start?” “What do I have to do, sir?” “Put your arms above your head. The first joy of maidenhood is to receive a kiss.” Obediently Guinevere moved her arms over her head. Lancelot looked down at her nude body. The moon was shining through the window. Her alabaster breasts were breathtakingly beautiful. Gently he rolled himself over her soft, warm body. Lovingly he took her face between his hands and softly pressed his mouth on her inviting lips. “How do you like it?” He asked after a couple of minutes. “It was enjoyable.” “It can even more enjoyable! I will kiss you again. But now, when you feel something between your lips, let it enter… can you do that, Ginny?” “I will try.” Guinevere became totally engrossed in her adopted role. It was quite arousing to Lancelot. He moved over her body, kissed her again but now let his tongue slip in. Her passionate response diminished her role as an innocent maiden but Lancelot would be the last to complain. The lovers remained locked in several kisses till they resumed their role-playing. “What about this kisses?” “I really enjoyed it. But what is that thing, growing between my legs…?” “I will tell you… it is really important. It is your main tool to experience the joys of maidenhood!” “Whoaw…! May I see it?” “Of course you can see it! Look, here… I will move upwards. Can you see it dangling…?” “It is big…” “It still is not big enough though. I will lower it until it touches your lips. Do you remember what to do when it touches your lips?” “Open my mouth and let it in…?” “You are a bright maiden, Ginny. A bright maiden indeed…” Lancelot looked down. It was an exquisite sight to see her lips part coyly to engulf the top of his semi-erection. He clinched his fists when her tongue started licking the pink helmet. How he craved to fuck her lovely face now, to plunge into the cavern of her mouth… to deposit his load with her throat contracting around his most sensitive part. Gasping he controlled himself, just enjoying her tongue teasing around his pole. “Your sausage tastes funny… It is growing in my mouth…” Now Guinevere was gasping too. Spit was drooling from her chin as more and more of his flesh was filling her mouth. “You are talented lass. When I teach you all about the joys of maidenhood, you even could become a lusty lady.” “I would like that.” She managed to flap out between two loving sucks. ”This is getting really big.” “You have to take more of it in your mouth. It is important that you do, because this stick will provide you with the joys of maidenhood. It is a stick of joy…” “Mmm… I already have half of it in my mouth…!” “That will not do… You should have the whole of it in… take it in until you gag… “I really can’t… Could you help me? Please…?” Ginny asked in her sweetest way, well aware how her request would excite him. Lancelot let himself slide from the bed and moved to the far end of the bed. “Come over… “ Willingly Ginny let herself being arranged with her head hanging backward over the edge, the menacing erection dancing above. She closed her eyes when his manmeat sank into her mouth… With his greatest urgency safely buried in her hospital warmth, Lancelot finally had the opportunity to shift his attention to her naked torso. Her smooth alabaster mounds jutted up in the air. Unusual for such full breasts, they didn’t slip sideways but retained their beautiful shape. Lancelot softly tingled the pink raisins with the palms of his hands. With his fingertips he explored the wrinkled surface of the wide areolae. He withdrew his cock when his maiden began to choke. “You did it... very good... now let’s do it again...” “Can I rest a little? Kiss you somewhere, may be...?” This maiden was a natural talent indeed and certainly would become a lusty lady soon… “Would you like to explore new areas? To seek uncharted territories?” “Please, sir! That would be exciting.” It certainly was exciting when her mouth followed the dark uncharted canyon of his crack. With her mouth between his cheeks his maiden produced muffled, unintelligible sounds. “Please tell me what you find” “I am at a wrinkled hole, sir. Tell me what to do.” “First let your tongue follow the rim. Then point your tongue and slide the top in the small opening…” Lancelot spread his ass cheeks to make it easier for her. “That’s it… very nice… Now do it again…” After a couple of minutes Ginny asked. “Am I a lusty lady now? Now I touched your arse…?” “You will be. But first I will touch your arse too. I will make it very special for you. I will touch it with my joystick. It will bring all the joys of maidenhood directly in your arse...” “You are so nice for me, sir. Thank you sir…” Lancelot let her lie back on the bed and moved between her legs. With her legs high up in the air, her knees close to her shoulders, Ginny offered him her bottom in a most exciting way. Again Lancelot was mystified by her tiny, almost virginal, anus. His glans nosed against the wrinkled opening, pushed and then slid in her narrow channel. The renewed acquaintance with her clinching anal ring felt like a homecoming. The tight embrace for a prodigal son. Of course a homecoming would be incomplete without a welcoming kiss… So Lancelot withdrew his soiled sword from its tight scabbard to move it up north. His lusty lady already had opened her mouth invitingly. Moments later he extinguished his overheated member in her soothing coolness. Her lascivious tongue cleaned him from all blemishes. He let his lady do it again to show off her perfect deep-throat technique and she showed it with passion and abandon. He made the trip from her arse to her mouth a third time only because sweet Ginny asked for it so nicely. This time he went deep… really deep… “Am I a lusty lady now?” she asked between her gasps. “Sure! I will personally make you a lusty lady. When a knight is nominated, he receives a stroke of a sword. When a lusty lady is nominated, she is baptized by a shower. It is called a Lady shower…” “That is quite an honor…!” Guinevere giggled, obvious knowing what shower to expect. “It surely is. Are you ready for it…?” “Yes…! Yes…! Yes…! I am prepared!” Lancelot accelerated his thrusts, feeling the gripping ring of her sphincter sliding over the whole length of his cock, preparing him for the big event too. Ginny was smiling to him, pushing her breasts towards him, provoking him. He pulled out, pointed his canon at her beautiful, inviting face and unleashed his load in spurt after spurt. The first spurt of creamy cum hit her straight in her face, at her nose and her upper lip. The second one was aimed lower and landed on her tongue, forming a muddy puddle on the vibrating red surface. Before the third spurt blasted out, Ginny already had buried her face in his pubic hair. Almost choking she received her third blessing deep in her throat. Lancelot concluded the ceremony by pulling out from her mouth, moving it above her face. The warm, creamy cum dripped on her face and started slowly sliding down her cheeks. Thick globs were hanging from her chin and were partly filling her nostrils. Ginny cheerfully licked her lips. She surely looked like a happy lusty lady. # Ride into the Light They lay naked together, still carrying the dry sweat of their last mating. “That was unbelievable, my love” Lancelot said. His finger was making idle circles around the red areolae of her breasts. He buried his nose in the lukewarm soft flesh, deeply inhaling the fine odor of her skin. After the delightful lightness of their last encounter, Guinevere was overtaken by a serious mood and feelings of guilt. “I shouldn’t have come…” “But you made me so happy. I have looked out for this night for so long…” “I am the Queen. I should have done better…” “But you are a woman too. And Arthur sent a message he would be even longer away.” “I am afraid, Lancelot. What will happen to us…? I am not worthy to be a Queen.” “Don’t speak that way. We will speak with Arthur when he returns. You don’t have to come to my bedroom again, it is too dangerous.” Guinevere shivered. She felt a great emptiness. “Make love to me again, Lancelot. Let me arouse you, let me lick your nether parts… I feel such a great shame. Push my face down in you crotch. Don’t face me. Don’t let me see the adoration in your face because I am not worth it. Let me ride you… Let me ride alone… and let me suck your pole… Let me enjoy your flesh for a last time.” She pushed his leg up so she had better access to the area she was most interested in. Without any hesitation she plunged her tongue in the deep canyon between his butt cheeks. She wondered why it excited her so much. Was it the smell of seat and mud? Was it the feeling she had no responsibilities anymore? She wasn’t a Queen anymore, just a woman desperately trying to please her lover, getting him all aroused and excited. How exciting to exert the power of her mouth, to transform a mighty knight into a helpless, defenseless youth. Guinevere squatted above his hips and guided his mighty erection into her narrow anal channel. And so Gwenhwyvar rode out as an amazon, a woman warrior, galloping in a steady rhythm to the light at the far end of the horizon. She felt the spear hurting her, causing the fever inside, it spurred her on to move faster. Then she was pushed from her mount, the earthy taste of mud entered her mouth, a strong hand pushing her deeper into the mud… When she struggled her-self free she remounted, resuming her original rhythm, a spear still hurting her soft spot inside… Again and again she was thrown from her mount, but always she crawled back. When her head was pushed down her mouth filled with slime and filthy smells filled her lungs. Gasping for air time after time she recuperated to resume her quest, galloping to the far horizon… She recalled the minstrels from the continent telling about the legendary woman-warriors, riding on horseback through the fire. The spear hurting her insides just stimulated her to increase her speed even more, hurrying to reach her destination. The light was so near now she felt it was almost within her reach. Gwenhwyvar spurred on her mount, accelerating into the final stretch, her double-breasted torso exposed, her golden manes blowing, her arms widespread, her face looking up in the air, a woman warrior galloping into the light… Finally the light engulfed her, burned her, and consumed her. Sobbing, jolting spasmodically, Guinevere hurled herself headfirst into the consuming fire. Dying the long, agonizing, sweet death of ecstasy… Guinevere and Lancelot were still sleeping in close embrace when Mordred and his men in the early morning dashed into the bedroom. It would lead to the fall of Camelot… Please vote if you like the story or/and send me feedback. For maximal enjoyment it is recommended to see the movie ‘Camelot’ on DVD. The story starts at chapter 24 (1:51:35). I would like to thank my editor JayneC for her valuable contribution. Camelot Ch. 02 Camelot Ch. 2 Anal Queen Triad The first chapter of ‘Camelot’ was published earlier. When Mordred sat his trap, the greatest champion of Camelot had to fight his fellow knights to escape with his life. Guinevere was found guilty of treason. Brokenhearted Arthur had to condemn his Queen to burn at the stake. On the eve of the execution, however, one man rode to Guinevere’s salvation: Lancelot. The Queen’s rescue shattered the fellowship of the round table. In the chaos that ensued, armies were formed to clash in battle. Guinevere decided to take the veil, but before that Arthur, Guinevere and Lancelot met secretly… Arthur rode through the forest in a hurry. Wrapped in a simple attire and carefully keeping to the shadowy paths, nobody would suspect the horseman to be no less than King Arthur, King of Britain, about to meet his Queen and his First Knight. Even his sword, the renowned Excalibur, was carefully hidden in a simple scabbard, the hilt provisionally wrapped in linen. Through the long ride his thoughts inevitably roamed though the past, evoking shredded memories. They were so young when he and Guinevere were wedded, a wedding of convenience, bringing a reluctant Kingdom into the United Family of Kingdoms. The wedding created a situation benefiting both parties and strengthening Britain against foreign invaders. They were so young and inexperienced. He was only recently sexually inaugurated by a country lass and tested by a young widow of a fallen knight, both with warm hearts for the youth-king, almost performing sex like a patriotic contribution. Guinevere was totally inexperienced and only at their wedding night had Arthur clumsily taken her virginity. Despite all these handicaps, it seemed a miracle they actually fell in love. Guinevere admired his ideals, his honesty and his ambitious plans. She loved to listen to him, fascinated by his dreams. When differences of opinions appeared, Guinevere made herself quite useful. Some rough knights softened up considerably hearing his arguments, decorated by her charm. Arthur loved just to look at her, to enjoy her gracious movements. She had blossomed from a cute young lady to a woman of exquisite beauty. Although there was never really passion in the bedroom, there was warmth, tenderness and lots of laughter. When Arthur went to war, women regularly visited his tent as was the contemporary custom, but Guinevere never sought another companion, until the passion arrived... The minute Arthur and Lancelot met, they developed a great friendship. Lancelot had a great passion for swordsmanship and warfare and eagerly absorbed Arthur’s ideas on battle tactics. Arthur’s knowledge of metal alloys, learned from Merlin, combined with Lancelot’s creativity in the development of new weapons, made for a formidable partnership. Their friendship was forged even more during a couple of military campaigns they fought together. For everyone it was clear Lancelot was the First Knight of the King. Arthur soon also detected his friend’s admiration for his wife. It took him some longer to realize his Queen, in return, was developing feelings for his First Knight. It created an awkward situation, especially Lancelot participating in many tournaments and being without a consort, often was riding (and winning) as the Queen’s champion. Although worried and disappointed, Arthur as King and symbol for unity, couldn’t bring himself to a hard confrontation. Until Mordred saw to it the civilized, discrete solution snapped and forced him to follow the unwanted consequences. Initially Arthur succeeded in delaying the decision process, but when the start of spring eased the communication with the northern kingdoms, armies were formed to clash in battle. Now Arthur hurried to have a last meeting with the two people nearest to him. In their absence Sir Aelfrith, one of his most dedicated knights, died and his widow Lady Oruale had sought refuge in Camelot against the threat from the Saxons. Oruale was of Irish origin. The daughter of Erin was not only strikingly beautiful, but also independent and a nonconformist both in her opinions and her behavior. One day Arthur saw her walking in the garden and approached her to ask how she handled her loss. She had looked at him with her mysterious green eyes and told him quite frankly she felt lonely. Not only that, she had trouble handling her natural urges. In the following moment of silence she had continued and asked him if she could visit his bedroom at night. There was no cuteness in her eyes and Arthur, not unaccustomed to ladies sharing his tent during a campaign, reacted as might be expected from a King trying to be helpful. Arthur was surprised Oruale was so fiercely passionate when she fulfilled her urges. She almost drowned him in his juices and even urged him to fill her tiniest orifice, howling out the joy and ecstasy this gave her. She was eager to have him repeat this exotic penetration, showing him her gratitude by smothering his flesh with her mouth the moment he let it slip from her darkest channel. Arthur never thought he would engage a woman in sexual jousting with such ardor and vitality, but he did. Oruale confided she learned all those exotic ways to pleasure a man from Lancelot some years ago when her husband was severely wounded and bedridden for months. When she left Camelot because the threat of the Saxons had been lifted, they left as good friends who helped each other in difficult times. For Arthur, Guinevere remained his great love but now he rode his horse through the forest and thought of her, he felt eagerness in his loins he hadn’t felt for years. # They met in a remote inn, far from the main throughway. Arthur immediately was led to the spacious bedroom, reserved for important guests. After about ten minutes Guinevere and Lancelot entered the room and the innkeeper discretely disappeared. They both knelt down as soon as they were alone. “My Lord.” “My King.” Arthur looked at Guinevere. He almost forgot how beautiful she was. She had been grown older, but her age and simple attire couldn’t hide the natural beauty of her skin and the regality of her posture. Why his familiar feelings of warmth and affection this time mingled with feelings of passion and lust? The sight of her feet, barely visible between the long folds of her dress, and the modest onset of her breasts was enough to stir the flesh in his loins. Was it their long separation? Was it his experience with Lady Oruale who had introduced him to lewd acts of sexuality he never experienced before? Or was it the realization he had lost her and she now seemed a challenge to be re-captured? How he longed to embrace her, to feel her body. “I missed you... both!” With all emotions he had gone through, Arthur felt no more words needed to be said. They knew him better than himself and automatically would fill in the rest. Guinevere heard the anguish in his voice, the hesitation in his body. Overwhelmed by feelings of guilt, she felt to her knees, gripping his leg guards. “It is all my fault! I was weak and visited him at night... Please, my Lord, forgive me...” “If someone is to blame, it’s me, my King. I should have left but I couldn’t find the right moment. There seemed always a battle we had to win and the Queen….” Lancelot didn’t finish and merely bowed his head. “Sir Lancelot, I am grateful you saved the Queen’s life. Please rise, my Knight and friend. Please rise too, my Queen, I could and can never remain at anger with you. You know I will always love you!” Sobbing Guinevere threw herself in his open arms. Resting her head familiarly on his shoulder, wild emotions swirling through her head, she released her emotions in fragments of words. “Arthur, I love you too... even when I betrayed you... I kept my secret chamber only for you... for my love and King... but I love him too... he is your right hand and your force... I love you both... I wish I could make love to you both...” One of the virtues of a King is the ability to evaluate a situation swiftly and make decisions accordingly. The three of them could lament their situation the whole evening or... “If that’s your real wish, my Queen, it could be arranged!” Even Guinevere, always so quick-witted, needed a couple of minutes to read into the double entendre of his words. Could it be? Not her serious Arthur! But then she looked at his face, his scrutinizing look, and there was more. Yes, there had been a passion in his voice, a passion she felt from him such a long time ago she couldn’t even remember. When did he exchange his usual tenderness for passion? Something must be happened the last months, the last weeks... And then, with the intuition of a loving spouse, Guinevere knew... Oruale, of course, it must be Oruale! In one of her last talks with Arthur he mentioned her husband was dying and his concerns about the Saxon threat and the necessity to move the women and children to Camelot temporarily. Inside she smiled. How fortunate Arthur found just the right woman to console him through these gruesome times. She should be grateful to Oruale. It seemed Arthur had a revived passion for her, just now, just at this impossible moment. Guinevere had secretly watched Oruale in the past; she knew how passionate her lady in waiting was in her surrender. Arthur would have acquired new desires, wicked desires. Guinevere blushed and rose. “I wish it my King, allow me to leave and prepare myself for your pleasure...” Lancelot looked bewildered, feeling an outsider in this spousal exchange of thoughts he couldn’t comprehend. Arthur came to his help. “You can retire too, sir Lancelot, and present the Queen as she wants to.” When they had left Arthur undressed and waited comfortably in a simple housecoat. He didn’t have to wait too long before Guinevere and Lancelot entered the room. They both had changed to comfortable housecoats. Only Guinevere had applied the creams, lady’s of the court used to apply to beautify themselves. Arthur couldn’t hide his emotions seeing her again as he remembered her. “Join me, Lancelot, stand at my right side as usual.” Lancelot hesitatingly complied, still not grasping completely what was going on. He only had followed the directions to undress, put on a comfortable dress and joined her afterwards. Only now, next to Arthur, he could look at her at ease. Guinevere never seemed more beautiful, more regal, and more confident what to do. She approached the two men, alternately looking at them, until she stood just before them. “How can we be at your service, my Queen?” Arthur asked, his voice trembling in emotion. “My lords, I love you both, more than myself. I wish I could make love to you both.” Only then Lancelot understood the true implications of the words the spouses exchanged earlier. He felt a relief beyond measure. Arthur, his friend, had accepted their shameful past and decided to move on. “I serve at the pleasure of my Queen! What about you Lancelot?” “I serve at the pleasure of my Queen!” Lancelot said firmly. He saw Arthur raising his arm, placing it on Guinevere’s right shoulder and instinctively synchronized his movement to her left shoulder. When Guinevere uttered a sigh of expectation it was like a sign to slide her dress from her shoulders and like a marble statue Guinevere was unveiled, her body shining in all its alabaster nudity. At such close range Guinevere almost could feel their gaze caress her body; Arthur deeply reflective and passionate, Lancelot eager and full of energy. Poor knight, he felt so guilty he never mustered up the courage to approach her bedroom at night again. “Let me inspect your weapons, my lords!” Arthur immediately downed his housecoat, followed by Lancelot. Their stabbing weapons presented themselves in fine condition. Compared with Lancelot’s, Arthur’s sword was shorter, but made quite an impression by the tremendous width at its basis. Of course the King always had a certain priority and Guinevere started to work on the cock she was so familiar with. It stood so firm on its broad base. Even the uncircumcised purple strawberry at the top was so fat, it had trouble to come free itself from its enclosure. Guinevere knew exactly the remedy that would give him the most pleasure. Lovingly she closed her lips just under the prepuce, tenderly pushing the foreskin over the convex surface of his glans with the velvety pressure of her lips. She licked and sucked under the sensitive ridge, knowing how much this would excite him. Arthur desperately tried to extend his pleasure, to show how much he was in control of himself. He didn’t have a chance! Just at the right moment her lips engulfed him completely, starting a sucking pumping motion that set him off immediately. Bellowing loud Arthur let his hot seed flow in her warm hospital mouth. Smiling almost triumphantly Guinevere looked up to him, a small stream of sperm flowing down from the corner of her mouth. “You have missed me, my lord.” Since Arthur was breathing heavily and had no reply, Guinevere turned around to inspect the next subject at hand. Compared with Arthur’s, Lancelot’s spear had a delightful length. The long lance was moving nervously up and down. Under her scrutinizing look it even seemed to grow longer. Challenging herself to take its exact measure Guinevere tried to engulf it completely, trying to let the tip touch the back of her throat. Her effort seemed to fail but her knight, as always coming to her assistance, pulled her head till her face was buried in his dark forest. Guinevere expressed her appreciation by stroking her fingers through his dangling balls. When she felt assured they were amply filled, Guinevere knelt down on all fours before him with her bottom invitingly up. Arthur saw she looked up to him, an unspoken petition in those beautiful blue eyes. He put his hand on her forehead. “You may allow him inside your golden fleece, my love. You owe him your life!” Lancelot didn’t know what to do. Was he supposed to thank his King? Or could he just proceed and invade the Golden Fleece? His hesitation took Guinevere too long; eagerly she reached between her thighs, took his long sword in her hand and guided it into her welcoming scabbard. Lancelot gasped in utter joy and delight. In the past weeks he had just overseen her recovery and barely had spoken to her. They had hugged, but neither of them ever dared to speak about that fateful night, troubled as they were by feelings of guilt and shame. Now he felt if a heavy burden was lifted from him. With the blessing of his King he now had entered a realm he didn’t dare to even think he would ever enter. It was so heavenly warm and wet, her inner muscles massaging him, welcoming him; her thighs encircling him and rubbing against his loins; his breasts providing him with a vibrant warm cushion; her arms embracing him as a chain of flesh from which he ever would want to escape. The wait had been too long and his sensations too intense. Groaning loud, Lancelot helplessly released his considerable load in her clinging sheath. With sperm now leaking out from her cunt Guinevere saw her husband looking down on her, shaking his head. “Milady, you milked me dry so quickly, and now my invincible knight. This situation requires a serious retribution! If you love us that much, you should provide us with some more protracted pleasures.” The smile in his face indicated their game had just begun. “What kind of pleasures has the King of Britain in mind?” “You could start bending over and rest your hands on the chair. Why did you never pleasure me more often in your shadowy back garden?” “Because you are so bbiggg, my Lord, oooooh… have mercy, your sword is so wiiiiide…!” Arthur’s proud bulb was so fat she had trouble to take it past her hind-gate. “Don’t you know you can wet it, like some wenches do?” “Yesss, yes, I’ll turn around and wet it with my mouth.” And Guinevere did. Spinning around, she knelt down and reached her mouth upwards invitingly. When his massive flesh entered, Guinevere eagerly entwining the purple storm-cone with her tongue, wetting his pulsating flesh with saliva. When she resumed her bending position, he mercilessly knifed her on his sword in one flowing thrust. When he started fucking her, each time he thrusted forwards her sphincter was distended by the broad basis of his stem. Again Lancelot looked bewildered, feeling an outsider while Guinevere allowed her royal husband the sexual favor she allowed him months ago. The heat of their coupling revived his flesh noticeably, and certainly didn’t remain unnoticed to Arthur. “Lance, there is still an opening to be filled! Ginny’s mouth will feel empty when I fill her arse.” It was the first time Arthur used the name only used by family and close friends. It was a sign formality definitely was replaced by a teasing game of lust and pleasure. He patted her bottom like she was a common maiden of pleasure. “What do you say, girl?” “I serve at the pleasure of my King and my Knight.” Lancelot didn’t need more encouragement. Always ready to serve a damsel in distress, he placed himself in front of her face with his long lance all set to defend her virtues. This damsel was in distress all right, her backside already royally invaded. She was moaning loud and her body seems out of balance, almost falling down forwards. Hurrying to her rescue Lancelot invaded her mouth, muffling her moaning and supporting her slipping front side. With the ardor of a true gallant knight he fucked her face, balancing the pounding thrusts striking her bottom. The damsel seemed to be happy and fulfilled with all the action inside her orifices, in view of the twisting and squirming of her hips. “It looks like you are in a hot seat, Arthur” Lancelot said, “Shall I fill in for you temporarily?” “Be my guest, Lance, I digged you a deep hole already. Let me take your place and offer our lady a taste of her own sweet arse.” The men changed places, bringing Guinevere new sensations of debauchery and lechery. Arthur’s wet cock filled her mouth so full that her senses were overwhelmed with new tastes and aromas. Lance’s long spear bottomed out so deep in her arse, she barely dared to move her bottom. Whose hands were playing with her dangling breasts? Caressing the nape of her neck? Stroking the pit of her arms? Touching and teasing her swollen clit? They are playing with me! Screwing me! Both of them! The two men were changing place again. Fluid was leaking from her mouth, sluggishly flowing downwards along her swanlike neck. Fluid also was leaking from her arse, turbidly flowing downwards along the surface of her snow-white bottom. The men continued changing place, exchanging crude jokes and remarks of her body parts and her position. Men are like boys, and boys will be boys. Always teasing a girl when she is alone. She remembered the time she was a little girl. And the two boys always teasing her when she was alone, trying to hide their infatuation with her. Deep inside she instinctively felt their insecurity and the grip she held over their lives. Yet she allowed them to frighten her and to tease her. Now she was fucked by the two men she loved, teasing and humiliating her with their swollen members. Yet she knew they loved her and would give their lives to defend and protect her, both her King and her Knight. Men are just big children. And a children’s hand is easily filled…! Men are so predictable! Guinevere felt she had everything in control. Look they were changing place again, joking about her dripping holes; her King in her mouth and her Knight in her arse, herself skewered on the spit. Could a Queen ask for more? # “Let’s move over to the bed.” Guinevere knew this would be the final chapter. She felt herself cringe in a strange mixture of anticipation, fear and passion. Her love was flowing over. For Arthur, so wise and passionate in his concept of a country, united in freedom and justice, the man who loved her so much he would give her anything she wanted, may be even a lover… For Lancelot, so courageous and clever in battles defending his belief in freedom and justice, the man who loved her so much he would give his life for her, her handsome loyal Knight… Camelot Ch. 02 First she sat down before the mirror, openly showing the men how she prepared to receive them. First she ran a comb through her beautiful long strands of blonde hair. Both men just sat down, watching her movements in still admiration. After all those dirty jokes no word was said. The soft sound of her comb moving through her hair was clearly audible. Otherwise nothing was heard to disturb the magic of the moment. Carefully Guinevere applied the red pigment used to color her lips. Only then, when she felt perfect, she moved over to the bed holding her breasts for a short moment with both hands, as if she was reminding her audience not to neglect them. Only then she lay down on the bed in a position clearly showing her unconditional surrender, her head hanging down over the bottom, allowing her beautiful blond hair flow down like a gleaming waterfall, her freshly colored lips slightly opened as a barely burgeoning flower. The victorious strike force acted swiftly, moving from different angles, creating two different fronts. The main force, led by the King himself, first explored her lips, a dexterous tongue opening up her languishing mouth. When the monstrous battering ram was presented, her defense evaporated. The invasion was massive, forceful and complete. Even reaching the furthermost areas of the moist cavern, far behind the spongy tonsils. In an outflanking maneuver the light infantry under command of the Golden Knight moved from two sides, occupying two strategically positioned hills without much resistance. After thorough manual inspection, executed with immaculate military precision, the occupied territory was handed over to the infamous Interrogation Unit. The dreaded mouth overpowered the two remaining raisin-sized outposts. Out of sheer necessity capitulation was declared and the gates to the precious Golden Fleece opened wide to the enemy forces. Even then there was no end of the provocations. The defense was in such disarray that when the two creamy banners were raised the white flag on top was missing and the banners were idly making circles in the air. As a consequence the Interrogation Unit ruthlessly proceeded to the Maiden Pearl, now even applying new methods of refined torture. The swollen pearl first was tormented by chafing it against an unshaven rough chin. Then it was repeatedly abused, taken between the teeth and gnawed mercilessly! Under the outrageous torture the pink pearl engorged so much blood it almost seem to burst. Against such superior forces the Queen had a difficult time. Her hips were moving up and down in urgent need and deep from her invaded throat she uttered guttural groans. Ultimately her thirsty throat was flooded royally by a gush of salty slime. With her eyes closed Guinevere let the flood wash the inner lining of her mouth. She couldn’t swallow the abundance away, her mouth becoming a reservoir for his slimy sperm. Even then she was forced to pay tribute to her invaders, letting the royal orbs float on the lake of her mouth. Hairs tickled her nostrils, almost making her sneeze. The time Guinevere needed to gulp the fluid filling her mouth away, the occupying forces used to change the guard. Her mouth now had to accommodate a lance so long it touched the very depths of her throat, while her nether parts received attention of the Royal Forces. As so often the occupying force took liberties in the interpretation of the prevailing rules of engagement. The ram introduced in her mouth started pumping away with a force usually reserved for another opening. In addition to the torture of her precious pearl, Guinevere had to endure the brutal invasion of a finger, worming itself into her most private place. Skewered again and trying not to be impolite, the Queen welcomed this encore performance with flailing extremities and jubilant yells. Reciprocally courteous the flesh-canon decided not to overburden her mouth and unloaded the thick globs of slime neatly on her face. # Guinevere looked down at the two men slumbering next to her in the large bed. “Come, milord’s. You can’t sleep while the night is still so young!” Unceremoniously she grabbed her husband in the balls. Startled and groggy Arthur looked around. “Have a heart, Ginny. It was only minutes ago. In the meantime Guinevere had pinched her other companion even more powerful in the balls. “Come on, Jenny. Give us a break…” “Where are the knights when you really need them?” Guinevere thought. Adrenaline still was pumping through her veins with the knowledge she finally had managed to have them all three together again, and even more: accepting each other feelings. Instinctively she knew time would be short, so precious. This would be the moment to pile up memories that had to last a lifetime. She gave both her lovers an encourage pad on their bums. “Move your lazy arses! Now I want each of you on all fours for a change!” Mumbling and grumbling the two finest knights of the kingdom clambered up till each of them had positioned himself according to the wish of their queen and mistress. See how they kneel for me with their arses up high. This is British finest. I don’t have to hide my glances. I can just look and compare their bums! Approvingly overseeing the battleground Guinevere saw Arthur had the darkest and most menacing rear. She took him on first, preparing her onslaught with her long hair, letting it slide slowly over his hairy dark opening. When he groaned, she immediately dove with her nose between his cheeks, passionately licking and sucking his arse. Guinevere had him hard in seconds. In the meanwhile she kept her other companion happy with her kneading fingers playing with his nuts. When it was his turn the licking and sucking of his arse was at least as passionate. Because his chute had to wait so long, Guinevere gave it an extended attention as compensation. When Guinevere was done, she could be proud of the result she accomplished. Arthur was laying down flat on the bed, still breathing heavily. His monstrous member stood straight up as a monolith, a pagan ritual totem pole where virgins used to be sacrificed to shed their innocent blood. Guinevere looked at the massive veins curling along the massive shaft. She wasn’t a virgin, she still was the Queen, and it was all hers. She squatted above his hips, facing him. She righted her shoulders, pushing her torso forward, proudly showing her shining minarets, her long blonde locks flowing downward over the curves of her spine, almost reaching the cleavage of her bottom cheeks. She moved over to take her rightful place at her throne, to guide the Royal Sceptre into her Golden Fleece. This was homecoming to the place where it belonged, where it ruled royally. The monster was moving inside her now, plunging into her moist corridor, worming itself into her farthest recesses. She moved up and down in trance, dancing the sensuous dance of rapture, bending over to shower his kisses on his raised face. Suddenly she felt movement at her exposed backside. There he was, her Gallant Knight, her Champion, galloping to guard her unprotected rear gate. His mighty spear pierced through her brown bulls-eye, relentlessly moving forward till it found its assigned position. Guinevere shouted with joy at the arrival of the reinforcements, welcoming the intrusion with concentric grips of her gatekeeper. The tight containment made the spear move even deeper, seeking more space, more dark secrets in the abyss of her dark chute. “Ooooh…!” Guinevere sobbed of emotion. They were both moving inside of her, the thick one and the long one. She recognized their strokes, the slow pounding of the massive pillar and the rapid stabbing of that glorious lance, moving separately and yet together, in a strange rhythm. Their movements, only separated by a thin membrane subjected her to the joys of decadent friction. Guinevere let the exotic pleasure of this ultimate double penetration wash over her body. Sandwiched between two firm male bodies she only could helplessly move her limbs like a swimmer in fear of drowning. Her ballooning pearl of pleasure was treated to extreme friction by the natural forces of this triad. Guinevere felt completely surrounded by a warm comforting blanket of flesh. She inhaled and felt her lungs filling with happiness. Finally she was making love to both the men she loved. Her skin glowed as if she was on fire. Yes, she was burning at the stake, her body double speared and skewered in a heavenly fire, her flesh oozing juices from all its openings. Her voice broke, moaning the eternal song of a woman consumed by the ecstatic fire of passion. Few words were said when they parted. Ultimately the history of the Knights of the Round Table would end in tragedy. The three riders, each going another way, knew they would carry the Fire of the Queens Triad in their hearts till the day they died. Please vote if you like the story. I would like to thank my editor JayneC for her valuable contribution.