King Arthur's Spies

The two orphan boys Bob and Ric met at the age of 8 and stayed together all their lives. Robert and Eric were their names, and they slept in barns and stables and went to help people on farms to earn a meal or foodstuff. They had given up begging, it was no way to survive. They slept close together and warmed each other, likewise they masturbated together or masturbated the other.

They curiously stroked around the maids and servants to watch them masturbate or fuck. They got bigger and got a No after another No, none of the young maids wanted to fuck 10 or 11 year old boys. Only the old, the very old maids, no longer able to entice anyone to fuck them, let the boys fuck them willingly. They would go forward into a secluded room, bend over and flip up their skirts, offering their old worn cunts between the asscheeks to be fucked from behind. Most people fucked like this at the time, face to face only married couples or long time lovers fucked. For years the boys fucked the old broads every day at least twice. That was a good training.

They would sneak into the kitchens when the mistress was getting fucked from behind by a visitor, guest or deliveryman, as was the custom in those days. There were a few mistresses who also let the two boys fuck them after the guest. The maids would watch the mistress, but they were too fine to fuck the boys. Some let the boys watch them masturbate and squirt upon them, and only a few taught the boys to masturbate a girl. Bob and Ric quite soon knew which mistress, which maid tolerated their presence while they fucked and would sometimes let them fuck her. But for daily fucking, they still had to go to the old maids for a very long time.

They eventually got tired of the old, tired pussies of the old women and very soon moved on to assaulting and fucking younger maids. In pairs they approached their victim, wrestled her to the ground and one held her by the wrists, the other flipped up her skirt or took off her dress completely and fucked her. They took turns until they had enough. The other maids and servants watched impassively, it was none of their business. They only had to fear the master of the house, because the maid was his property. But they were never called to account and fucked a maid every day. They fucked a mistress only if she allowed it, and there were some. They did their mischief for more than two years, they had no bad conscience about it, because they only wanted to fuck younger women and not plow in the really old pussies anymore. And most of the maids didn't even put up a fight, because fucking the half‐breeds was a welcome entertainment in their joyless daily routine.

When they were about 13 years old, they were allowed to do minor work in the king's castle, in Camelot. They spied on the noblemen, soon knew who with whom and where. The people in the castle changed partners like the clouds in the skies and many noblewomen lay down in the grass in secluded corners of the parks to masturbate undisturbed. These were the situations that the two depraved boys took advantage of. They watched the girls masturbating and when she gradually recovered afterwards, they came out of their hiding place. One would hold the girl by the wrists and the second would fuck her quickly and hastily, then they would take turns until they had fucked often enough. Not a single girl ever betrayed them, most allowed themselves to be fucked shyly and ashamedly. While the really chaste ones avoided the gardens, there were some who came back for years and let the well‐built boys fuck them voluntarily.

Brangaine, the young Queen's servant, came to the garden at least once a week for several months to be fucked by the young boys. She took life easy and enjoyed being fucked like no other. Once she even told them in which secluded chamber the young Queen Guinevere was secretly fucking her lover Sir Lancelot. Brangaine had ridden to Cornwall to marry her Sir Cadwynn. The two boys spied with bated breath when the Queen fucked her lover. Sir Lancelot was a muscular giant in build who fucked Guinevere to the brink of fainting with his giant club. He had the biggest cock Bob and Ric had ever seen and Guinevere orgasmed wonderfully. The two knew they were playing with death when spying the couple, for neither Guinevere nor Lancelot would let them live. They had little to fear from the other damsels, they would be insulted at most, but certainly not whipped.

Bob and Ric were very popular and very successful as scouts in the war campaigns. Even King Arthur listened to their reports, he was very pleased with the two of them. When they reported that there were 126 horsemen in the enemy's east wing, it was not 125 or 127, but exactly 126. Such people could be relied upon by the King or an army commander. They were unimaginably skilled at sneaking, they were never caught, and they performed many a feat. Once they stole the gilded helmet of King Pellinore from his tent and the next day King Arthur rode to meet Pellinore and offered him smiling his helmet. The war was over before it began and Pellinore bowed his knee to Arthur and became one of the most loyal knights.

Bob and Ric stayed at the castle until the end. Every day they found a maiden in the garden who liked to be fucked by both of them. One day Guinevere was lying in the garden masturbating to herself, it was scorching hot and she couldn't stand it in her chamber anymore. The two of them could not see anything exactly, because Guinevere covered herself demurely in her skirt. After the second orgasm she remained dozing. The two approached in the usual manner. Bob held Guinevere by her wrists while Ric flipped up her skirt and fucked her. Guinevere was embarrassed, tired and shy, she just let it happen. The two boys took turns fucking her three times, Guinevere orgasmed from the second fuck on and orgasmed every time after that. When they had fucked enough, Guinevere sat up with flashing eyes and let them know that she was the Queen. The two cavaliers pretended not to know. They went down on their knees and begged for mercy. Guinevere thought long and shooed them away. It was wiser to remain silent, she thought. And she had had a good fuck, after all.

Bob and Ric grew more cautious; the garden offered too many dangers. They were now officially scouts for the army, and they were given a small chamber in Camelot. The girls, noblewomen and respectable married wives visited them there to let them fuck them all afternoon long. The women passed on the secret tip only to their peers, never a man learned about it. The time between the war campaigns the most beautiful, noble and pious faithful married wives spent the afternoons on the bedside of the two boys and let them fuck their brains out. The chaste women passed each other shyly and with their eyes lowered in shame when one left and the other came. Usually one came too soon or the other wasn't finished yet, so she blushingly dropped her dress and lay naked with the others. Bob and Ric never minded fucking two cute chaste wives at the same time. If the wives wanted to get fucked again, they had to wait a little while for the guys to recover. They knew that the guys would get hard faster if they fucked clit to clit during the break. Every woman older than 12 or 13 knew this art in Camelot, which was assiduously practiced by all the noblewomen, virgins and married wives. Bob and Ric couldn't get enough of it and tried all sorts of tricks to seduce the shy and very reserved women and girls into fucking clit to clit. Every woman who let herself be fucked by the younglings was very happy to fuck clit to clit with the other woman.

Mordred, the illegitimate son of Arthur with his sister Morgause, had seized the throne when King Arthur was fighting in France. Bob and Ric were far too young to have experienced the events themselves. But they had listened well to the ancients when they told of those times at the bonfire. Morgause was as beautiful to look at as Guinevere, but she definitely had more sex‐appeal and fire in her cunt than Guinevere, they all agreed. The royal family at one point could no longer deny that Arthur was Mordred's father, so they fabricated the legend that Arthur had been bewitched and had fucked Morgause in bewitchment only once. All the ancients laughed at this story.

Arthur had a problematic relationship with the cooler Guinevere, he never forgave her for fucking and letting Sir Lancelot deflower her just before she married Arthur. Arthur loved Guinevere, no one doubted that. But the fact that his wife Guinevere was still fucking his best friend Lancelot must have offended him deeply. On the other hand, Arthur could never free himself from his younger sister Morgause.

He had deflowered her at a young age of 12 and she clung to him, playing out the full keyboard of her sex‐appeal and the fire in her pussy and he followed her blindly with sexual lust, sinful desire and sexual greed. He fucked Morgause for over 20 years and they fell out when Mordred was about 16. Supposedly the quarrel was about Mordred, who had been fucking Guinevere for two years at that time. That this was true, the ancients knew that from their own observation. Whether it caused the quarrel between Morgause and Arthur, no one believed, however, no one knew why the bitter quarrel broke out. One day Morgause was found with her wrists slit and many thought it was a cowardly murder. Bob and Ric tried to keep track of this strange game.

Bob and Ric had moved against France with the king and still managed to squeeze all the information they could out of the messenger riders. Mordred had usurped the throne. With Morgause he lost not only his mother, but also his first and only love. That he fucked Morgause from his youth on was an open secret. Mordred had captured Arthur's wife, Guinevere, and fucked the naked Queen several times a day in the castle courtyard in front of the gawkers. If he wanted to award someone, they were also allowed to fuck the naked Queen.

Guinevere would have been indifferent in itself to be fucked in public. But she cursed her body, which enjoyed the fucking horribly and made her twitch, wriggle and scream in orgasm. She would never forgive Mordred for this humiliation! King Arthur left France and returned home in a flash. His army faced Mordred's army irreconcilably and furiously. Mordred fucked Guinevere in her cage several times a day in front of both armies, sometimes leaving her to a knight to fuck the naked Queen. Guinevere's scream resounded far and wide when she orgasmed. At night, when Mordred slept off his drunkenness, knights and soldiers fucked the Queen in the cage. Arthur buried his face in his hands and wept bitterly. Just now, when he and Guinevere so desperately needed the friend, Sir Lancelot, the invincible warrior and lover, the latter, distant from Arthur, sat in his castle of Joyeuse and fucked King Lot's 14‐year‐old daughter, the Princess Elaine, night after night with such fury and rage that Elaine soon lost consciousness. What Lancelot's rage did not mitigate, he fucked the unconscious girl until he had spilled all his seed. The 12 year old Elaine had seduced him 2 years ago, had let him deflower her and loved him idolatrously and possessively. She couldn't get over the fact that he was still fucking and loving Guinevere. She was very vindictive and when Lancelot was not at home, she let all the pageboys and younglings fuck her brains out.

Before the final battle of Camlann, Bob and Ric crept into Mordred's camp, stole the sword of the sleeping Prince, and left in its place a scrawny stick. They brought the sword to the King, who immediately recognized it. Mordred came to the battle the next morning very distraught and unsettled, for whoever could steal the sword could also have cut his throat. Instead of the sword, he swung an axe at the King, who cut it instantly in two. The fight was actually decided, Mordred disarmed and beaten to the ground. But Guinevere's rapist, who had fucked her for months in captivity, was the usurper and knew that an ignominious death awaited him. He grabbed a broken spear and rammed it into his father's chest. Mortally wounded, Arthur rammed his sword into Mordred's heart. That day the battle ended, only a handful of men survived.

Elaine held Sir Lancelot until it was too late. Guinevere had been in Mordred's grip for many months by then, and when Lancelot finally rode off, the Battle of Camlann had already been fought. He slew all who held Guinevere in the cage and brought her and the dying King to the Nuns of Avalon.

Somewhere, under a mountain of corpses, Bob and Ric, both 17 years old, also lay united in death.