King Pellinore

Little Ali grew up in a large Arab city, his father was the most powerful merchant for miles around.

At the age of 8, his very special curiosity awakened. He picked up the floor‐length dresses of women, most of them immediately chased him away. Some let him look, but under the black dresses he saw practically nothing. A few showed him their cunts willingly and invited him to touch the cunt. He was very, very impressed. He uncovered one or two slave girls in the noon siesta, some let him look. One took off her dress completely and Ali saw a naked woman for the first time and it was very exciting. She was masturbating and he didn't know what exactly she was doing. He clearly felt his cock getting hard like never before. She beckoned him and grabbed his stiff cock out. He could fuck her tomorrow, she said, and he nodded, although he didn't know what she meant. She rubbed his foreskin back and forth and let him squirt. Just at that moment his mother came, scolded the naked slave girl and led him to her chamber. They lay down naked for the siesta, and he saw his mother naked for the first time. She pressed him to her and did not care about his cock, which was poking stiffly into her side.

Every noon, he now lay with his mother, dozing in the midday heat. She stroked his stiff cock and sighed deeply, sighed deeply and stroked his cock gently. When he pressed too close, she turned away. He knelt up and stroked her beautiful white ass cheeks. He thrust his cock between her ass cheeks into her butt crack and she pinched her ass cheeks hard together. This was very pleasant, he rubbed back and forth in her ass crease and squirted to his amazement. She sighed deeply and groaned. He was having fun squirting in her butt crease. He had never cum before and was not interested in his cock until now.

She got down on all fours and stretched her ass cheeks back covetously, directing his small cock into her butthole with her hand. Ali didn't find it strange at all and she spread her ass cheeks with both hands and moaned with horniness. She mumbled in a voice dying with horniness that he had to thrust in, thrust in again and again! He did it and the squirting in her butt hole was very pleasant and exciting. For weeks he thrust his cock into her asshole and squirted in. She obviously liked it a lot, only she was very displeased because he was always at the start poking in the wrong hole, in her fuckhole and she had to reach back to put his cock in her butt hole.

She hadn't pushed him out in weeks when he penetrated her fuckhole. He squirted almost instantly and she moaned aloud with lust. He left his cock inside and continued fucking after a few moments. She moaned with horniness and her finger raced over her clit. Her moans were drawn out as her orgasm soared. He usually squirted only moments before she squirmed in orgasm. A guilty conscience plagued her every time, and she didn't look him in the eye, so ashamed was she of it.

But she must have misunderstood something a few weeks later, because she started crying and sniffling that it wasn't right at all that he demanded to fuck her! He had made a mistake as usual and had pushed his cock into her fuck hole and cum immediately, then she had let him finish fucking her while masturbating and squirt in again. He had squirted in juicy and moaned how good it was to cum in that hole! "Ha! You can't do that! You can't squirt in there!" she exclaimed indignantly and pushed him out. "It's not right to ask me to let you fuck me!" Ali was silent, affected; he had not asked for it at all.

She was silent for a while longer and then said tearfully, "All right, in heavens name, so be it!" Sighing deeply, his mother turned on her back and pulled him onto her naked lap, sighing and sighing and sighing. "But you mustn't tell the father," she whispered through her tears, "because you fucking me is strictly forbidden!" Ali nodded and made a solemn promise. She cried as she took his cock and guided it into her cunthole. She put one hand on his butt cheek and rhythmically squeezed it in and out. "You have to thrust in and out like you've done it in my ass, until it squirts!" she whispered, wiping away the tears. She smiled again and he thrust and thrust. He squirted and she let him sink down. "But don't tell daddy!" she inculcated in him and he was now allowed to fuck her every noon, it was wonderful.

In the evenings, when Daddy was grunting done fucking and asleep booming loud, he had to wait until he heard her masturbating quietly. Then he was allowed to lie with her quietly and fuck her as long as she masturbated. Her orgasm was silent and she let herself tremble just a little bit. When she had her period, she called during the siesta one of the black slave girls and let him fuck the girl. When he got bigger, he called all three black girls and fucked them one by one. For the next 10 years he fucked at noon and night with much passion and lust.

When he was 18 years old, his father said that he had now learned everything a good merchant had to learn. He had got him a passage to France and he should prove himself there. "In France there are the most beautiful women in the world, lie down with them, choose the most beautiful ones! Your mother is getting old, you have to find younger ones to fuck!" Ali was blown away, his father knew everything and never said anything. Ali took leave and sailed to France as Prince Pellinore.

He learned there the knight's craft, in it he was really very good and feared. Every night there was a court maiden in his bedstead and it was rarely the same as the one the previous week. He had to buy a second, third and even a fourth chest, because his wealth was growing rapidly. He had a royal armor made and one day he sailed to England to King Arthur in Camelot. He had come with warlike intentions, but one night his golden helmet was stolen from his tent, and the next day, when the battle was to begin and he was waiting bareheaded, King Arthur rode up to him and handed him his helmet. He could have brought him his head, the king grinned, but he had no reason to kill him. Pellinore was completely overwhelmed by the chivalrous gesture, bowed his knee to the King and swore allegiance to him. Thus King Pellinore came to Camelot and became one of the King's most loyal knights.

The English had very different customs from the French as far as fucking was concerned. He could take a maid or slave girl to bed every night and fuck her, what he of course did. But the noblewomen were not to be had, one was only allowed to love them platonically. One had to fall in love with one and worship her from a distance, that's how the English did it. The only exception was Queen Guinevere, Arthur's wife, who fucked her lover Sir Lancelot every afternoon. Arthur sat on his throne with a petrified face and tried not to listen when Guinevere screamed in orgasm with joy and pleasure. At night, when Arthur was allowed to fuck her, she never screamed.

Pellinore now found one with whom he could fall in love, it was Queen Mab, the wife of King Gawein, who was said to have dark magic arts. She was a very shy, chaste and not frivolous whoring young beauty, devoted to her old husband, King Gawein in iron loyalty. She graciously accepted his adoration and Pellinore played along with the stupid game of the English. He was only allowed to visit her in her bower after weeks, she pulled her dress up over her knees and wanted to see his cock. Every day the skirt slid a little higher, Queen Mab looked at his cock for minutes before dismissing him. It was a few more days before she let her pussy be seen under the skirt. She wanted to see him masturbate, why not? He liked to step next to her because she wanted him to squirt on her breasts or thighs. It took a little while until she also masturbated and let him squirt all over her pussy. But he wanted to squirt in her cunt, he said, and she shook her head. All right, she relented, "to cum you may enter, but only to cum!" He did as told.

King Gawein never liked to fuck very much, Mab whispered, only once every two or three months, three or four times a year at all, she whispered tearfully in his ear. Pellinore understood her woes well, Gawein was three times Mab's age when she had to marry him at 14. She was much younger than Pellinore, not even 19 and breathed words of love into his ear when he entered her tight fuck hole to cum. "You mustn't fuck me, though!" she whispered for a few more days, then fell silent and listened inwardly while Pellinore fucked her sitting up under her skirt. He was very impressed because she had a virgin tight vagina, much tighter and finer than the black slave girl he had been fucking for months. The black girl fucked excitingly and very passionately, but now he had conquered Queen Mab and fucked her every afternoon when she sat on the windowsill looking out to see if her consort had returned from hunting. Her favorite thing was to lean out the window and let Pellinore fuck her from behind as often as he wanted. They spent the afternoons fucking and masturbating, because when he needed a break, she masturbated shyly and bashfully, not looking him in the eyes. Only when she masturbated did she have an orgasm, and when her husband fell asleep at night, she often masturbated for hours, because the orgasms always relaxed her. Several times they had to stop fucking because her husband rode in to the castle gate.

Pellinore was happy with the circumstances. The black slave girl was the one who fucked him night after night until he exhausted his seed. The English treated him very well because he courted so devotedly the chaste and shy Queen Mab. That the two of them disappeared for hours every afternoon in her bower was noted approvingly, probably he was lying at her feet and reciting love songs to her.

King Arthur had a huge row with his best friend, Sir Lancelot. Lancelot slammed the door behind him, he cursed like never before and shouted he was never coming back to Camelot! Pellinore shook his head sadly as Arthur looked at him, the timing of the brotherly quarrel over his wife was most unfortunate. Arthur was preparing for a war campaign to France and now lost his best friend, an undefeated commander and his best warrior. Arthur wanted to free Pellinore from the clutches of the evil sorceress Mab and gave him the mission to search for the Holy Grail. Pellinore was not allowed to go to France, he was to search for the Holy Grail and case by case to see if Queen Guinevere was safe in Camelot.

With a heavy heart, Pellinore rode off, seeking the Grail with a pure heart. He had no idea what it looked like, but Arthur assured him he would unfailingly recognize it. He stayed with peasants and country bumpkins, the first peasant had only one bed and offered him his only maid for the night. He accepted gratefully and fucked the scrawny, ugly maid next to the peasant couple. The peasants wife had turned to the side and stretched her fat white ass to them, between which the black pubic hair glistened wetly. Pellinore had to grin because her finger was clearly visible rubbing her clit. When Pellinore finished fucking the maid, the farmer's husband rolled over on top of the maid. He only fucked her, the farmer said, his wife had not wanted to fuck for a long time. The maid clasped the farmer passionately and had a long orgasm.

Pellinore moved on, slept at the peasants with their maids and daughters. He was morose, the maids and daughters just let themselves be fucked shamefully, shyly and girlishly, leaving him with a guilty conscience. He was not to blame, the King had sent him on a journey and the maids and daughters had to serve a knight on a journey, that was the law. He rode back to Camelot after two weeks.

Queen Guinevere was well, suffering only from loneliness. Husband and lover had broken up in a quarrel, leaving her alone. That was unfair, wasn't it? Pellinore agreed, saying it made him sad because she had to sleep and masturbate alone without a good man's cock to make her scream. The queen talked to him for another two hours, she told him about her obsessive masturbation and finally showed him her pussy and her clit, sore from all the hourslong masturbating, which he was allowed to rub with a healing ointment. He noticed much too late how skillfully she had cast her net around him. He ended up in Guinevere's bed.

What a wonderful woman, after all the skinny maids, one who fucked like a world champion! He didn't think about Mab or Mkele the black slave girl after two seconds. He asked Guinevere to hold a pillow over her mouth, he didn't want to make her scream through the halls. They fucked all night, slept an hour at dawn, and continued fucking until noon. Pellinore was exhausted to death, but he grinned all over his face. He stayed another night fucking Guinevere and rode off again at dawn to seek the Grail.

He lay with the maids and the daughters again, he squirted his seed the first time unwilling, for fucking with the maids gave him little pleasure. He much preferred it when the farmer had no maid and no daughter, because the farmer's wives at least fucked passionately and enthusiastically, they were sexually starved and and left horny and unsatisfied at the farmer's side. He often rejected the scrawny maid or the childish daughter when the peasant left him his wife shrugging his shoulders with indifference. Pellinore paid attention at the meager supper to whether the farmer's wife gave him lustful or curious glances. After three months he rode to Camelot.

Who was with the Queen, he asked the old servant who had brought him the welcome drink and a snack. Guinevere's sounds of love resounded in the hall. The servant laughed mischievously, it was Prince Mordred, Arthur's 16 year old son, whom he had begotten with his sister Morgause. Pellinore had never heard of it and was told everything. Arthur, who had deflowered his sister when she was 12. Arthur fucked her to this day, the old servant said melancholically, the poor king was hopelessly addicted to her, bewitched by her black magic arts. Prince Mordred fucked his mother since he could squirt, they never hid that. In Morgause's castle they fucked sometimes for all to see in public, and whoever didn't like it could leave. Prince Mordred came to the Queen now and then for two years and fucked her, much to the King's displeasure. The boy was just a boy like all the other boys, he had to fuck adult women, because he did not feel like young girls.

Pellinore went to Mab, who almost devoured him, and then went to sleep. The black Mkele woke him gently and fucked him. Who was that screaming so happily, he asked, and she said it was the Queen and Prince Mordred, hadn't he ever heard of the messed up relationships in the royal house? He shook his head and the black girl told him the same thing as the old servant. Only about Mordred's fucking with Morgause she knew much more details than the old servant, who was already quite indifferent to all of this. She told Pellinore in great detail about the sexual preferences of Queen Morgause. She also knew more about Arthur's quarrel with Guinevere over Mordred. The King was very disappointed with his wife who let his son fuck her, that was somehow sacrilegious.

Pellinore rode out again. He had pocketed a sack full of gold coins. He gave one coin to each maid and each daughter after fucking, two to each peasant wife, and five if he was allowed to deflower a girl. This was a signal to the peasants and the land junior Lords, they came to meet him and directed him to the nearest virgin maiden. Five gold coins was more than a peasant could earn in two years. He loved the virgins and they loved him. The peasants slept in the barn or with the animals to allow him to deflower and fuck the virgin undisturbed. He had to ride to Camelot twice in the next six months to refill his purse. By the time he got to Camelot the third time, Mordred had usurped the throne and imprisoned Guinevere.

Pellinore faced Mordred for the first time. The 18‐year‐old was a handsome, muscular man and he wore a mourning bow on his arm. Pellinore had already heard, Mordred's mother Morgause had slit her wrists. He condoled with Mordred, who said his mother had been murdered, by order of the King. He looked Pellinore straight in the eye. "King Pellinore, I have no quarrel with you," Mordred said, "for God's love, pack your things and leave Camelot. I will kill Arthur, so do not stand in my way!" He hesitated for a moment, "Arthur's knights have all left, including King Gawein and Queen Mab, they have been gone for two weeks. You are the last from Arthur's service, go or fight me!"

Pellinore said he would leave before daybreak, he wanted to take his black slave with him. Mordred nodded somberly, "tomorrow morning, not a moment later!" Pellinore was still about to bid farewell to Queen Guinevere, when Mordred laughed loudly and grimly. "Drink your wine, eat your supper! You will see the Queen again soon enough!" Pellinore remained seated, eating and drinking. There were perhaps 8 or 10 rude men in the hall, loud and sinister fellows. Pellinore placed his sword handy on the bench beside him and ignored Mordred's men, though he watched them closely. He had ordered a servant to have Mkele ready to leave for him tonight.

An old woman with repulsive features led Guinevere into the hall. She was naked and tied at the wrists, and the old woman dragged her to a bench. Mordred stood in front of her and fiddled with his pants until he had his cock out. The sinister fellows fell silent in tense silence. Mordred grabbed Guinevere's ass cheeks and lifted her. She impassively let her legs fall apart and Mordred fucked her fast and hard, here, in front of everyone! Pellinore could not avert his gaze, but he hated what he was seeing. Guinevere's face contorted more and more and she jerked her head up, looked at the ceiling and screamed, screamed liberated and happy in orgasm. She was trembling all over and looked contemptuously around. Only, recognizing Pellinore, she smiled shyly.

Mordred walked up to Pellinore. "You wished to bid her farewell, so then, she be yours!"

Mordred turned to Guinevere. "Do you want Sir Pellinore to fuck you?"

Guinevere's face said it all. "Yes," she whispered barely audibly, "come, Sir Pellinore, give me the honor!" Tears rolled down her cheeks.

"Come, Sir Pellinore, come — it is I, your Guinevere!"

It took Pellinore a few moments to stand up decisively. "You would have it so, Sir Mordred?" he asked sharply, and Mordred nodded with a grin.

"This way, or no other way!" laughed Mordred, making a welcoming gesture complete with a courtly bow. "She's yours, dig in heartily!"

Pellinore stepped close to Guinevere. "Do it, dear Pellinore," she whispered silently, "he will kill us both if you don't!"

Pellinore looked into her eyes, she smiled again. "Fuck me lovingly, noble Pellinore, fuck me gently and tenderly! Not like those wild animals!"

He saw that she meant it too and nodded. He took out his cock and hugged her gently. She put her bound arms over his head and on his neck. He steered his cock and gently penetrated. Guinevere closed her eyes and listened inside. He looked at her face, which was gradually changing, slowly contorting into a grimace, and she wrenched her eyes open in orgasm, not screaming, her eyes laughing and her ass cheeks quivering.

He was nowhere near ready. "Tell Arthur how sorry I am, and that I wouldn't have wanted any of this!" No one heard her but him. He fucked her vigorously and felt that he must cum soon. "I must, Guinevere!" he whispered, and her face contorted anew. "Me too!" she brought out and her face contorted into a devilish grimace. She wrenched her eyes open and thrust herself fiercely against him as he firmly fucked and thrust squirting into her hole.

He kept his cock inside her so it would stay stiff. The onlookers were restless, but they waited anxiously. He kept fucking her and he whispered how sorry he was for all of this.

"Don't hold back your scream," he whispered, "I'm already done!"

Her face contorted ever so slowly, contorting into a grimace, and she opened her mouth, gasping. He kissed her dirty neck and clasped her ass cheeks with both hands. He held her like a vice and squirted with all his might, squirting and squirting and squirting. He heard her soft, drawn‐out scream and felt the violent trembling of her ass cheeks. He held her for minutes more until they both calmed down. He let go of her.

The old woman was already standing very impatiently next to Guinevere, so he bent down and kissed her lips. "Farewell, Guinevere, farewell! I hope Arthur will still come in due time!"

He went without a greeting to the rear side, where he had been assigned a bower. Mkele was already waiting, she had a small bag and a food basket. He closed the door and said he would take her to Joyeuse, Sir Lancelot's castle. She would have to make up her mind right away. Now!

The black slave girl had already made up her mind. They walked quickly and wordlessly to the stables. The two pack mules had already loaded his four chests and one groom was saddling his horse, a second saddling a mule for Mkele. Mordred stood under the gate, leaning against it and smiling maliciously. Pellinore rode out without a greeting, Mkele behind him, leading the pack mules.

They rode all night and did not rest until sunrise. They were not pursued, which was reassuring. Three days later, they arrived at Joyeuse and were welcomed with open arms. They slept together in the big bed, Mkele did not leave his side and they slept until the next afternoon.

He told Mkele he would have their charter written today and witnessed by Sir Lancelot. Mkele wept with joy, for a slave the charter was the gateway to a new life.

But then she shook her head decisively. "I will stay with you, free or not, I will remain your maid!"

He could say what he wanted, let her live free and give her 50 gold coins, she shook her head. No. No. And no again.

Pellinore gave up. "Even the mules are not as stubborn as you!" he said, shaking his head.

He went to Lancelot, the charter was quickly issued and he gave it to Mkele. "Welcome to your new life!" he said after kissing her on the mouth. It was their first kiss.

Elaine had given Mkele a dress, she was sitting at a table like a noblewoman for the first time in her life. Elaine's maids had bathed and coiffed her, and Pellinore saw how beautiful the 21‐year‐old actually was. After dinner she sat down with Elaine and talked with the 14 year old about sex, Elaine wanted to know everything from her and also gave away her secrets.

Pellinore sat with Lancelot at the window and they talked about the situation. Lancelot's grudge against Arthur ran deep and he could argue all he wanted, Lancelot was dead set on it. That Mordred had usurped the throne and Camelot, he casually dismissed. "I need only cough once and the Punch and Judy show is over!" he kept repeating, "but first Arthur must give in!" Pellinore still didn't know what that quarrel was all about, but Lancelot evaded.

Pellinore had to talk about Guinevere at some point and was afraid, because Lancelot had been her lover for ages. He told of the last evening. Lancelot did not move a muscle. Guinevere had been letting Mordred fuck her for two years, he said, and that it was in public suited Guinevere well. She was very exhibitionistic, that was nothing new. How often had she ordered her maids to watch her masturbate. She would have wanted them to watch his fucking too, but he didn't want that.

Lancelot told him about the ill‐fated, secret love that had bound them since she had allowed him to deflower her. Arthur's anger that she had given herself to him, Lancelot, before the wedding.

Pellinore drew in his shoulders as he recounted his last fucking of Guinevere. Lancelot nodded grimly, that suited the debauched boy who had had to fuck his mother since he was 8 years old! They had fucked so many times in public that it brought no blush of shame to his face to fuck Guinevere in public too!

Lancelot was furious. Not at Pellinore, Mordred, or Guinevere. He was angry at Arthur, for he had left Camelot and Guinevere to their own devices. He tapped Pellinore's shoulder amicably. "I hope you fucked her with honor and decorum!" and now Pellinore related in detail how it had gone and what they had whispered. Lancelot nodded and nodded, "that was well done, my friend!" Pellinore had to recount the fucking with Guinevere three more times before they all went to sleep.

Mkele snuggled up to him after the first fuck in three days. She told him about Elaine's love life, her obsessive masturbation and fucking with the little boys when Lancelot was not home. They heard Elaine's cries of pleasure and that immediately made Pellinore stiff again. Elaine's cries stopped abruptly and Mkele said, now she has fainted, she always faints at orgasm when Lancelot fucks her.

They took breaks and fucked until Pellinore had enough. Mkele asked if she could masturbate, because she didn't always get an orgasm when they fucked. She had never masturbated when she was with Pellinore. He said if she wanted to be his maid, he could accept that. But she was not his property. So if she still had fire in her ass after fucking him, she should put it out. Mkele whispered that so far she had always waited until he fell asleep and only then put out her fire. He laughed and hugged her affectionately. "Go ahead and masturbate, my dear wife, to your liking! I always enjoy watching, so do as you please!" She kissed him gratefully and lay down on his chest, then began to masturbate slowly, without haste, without hurry — but with quiet enjoyment. He nodded and soon fell asleep, though Mkele was far from finished.

They stayed on Joyeuse for months. Neither Lancelot nor Elaine would let them go, and Mkele asked Pellinore one evening if she could fuck Sir Lancelot. Pellinore was taken aback. She explained to him that Lancelot wanted to fuck her and she had told him she would have to ask her master. Pellinore growled that she was a free woman, to which she replied as usual, "I am your maid!" He laughed and asked what her pussy said to that? She bowed her head and whispered that she sometimes thought about it. Yes, she wanted it.

So it came to pass, Mkele slipped over in a transparent veil and already in the doorway Elaine met her in her veil. Elaine dropped the veil and lay down with Pellinore. She snuggled up and stroked him. He was actually not thrilled to now fuck Lancelot's wife as well.

Mkeles lust could be heard all the way to them. Elaine focused on his cock and asked in a whisper, "Won't you fuck me, Sir Pellinore?" He gave a jerk, Mkele had obviously found her lust and he really wanted to fuck the pretty young thing. They cuddled and kissed and Elaine knew how to kiss with her tongue. He started fucking her, she had a tight little cunt and moved really gracefully and passionately, she knew how to get a girl orgasm while he was fucking her. He had just really got going when she rolled her eyes in rapture and her orgasm made her tremble violently. She was unconscious.

He broke off and waited a few minutes until she awoke, dazed. With a glance, she realized that he had not cum. She always fainted when she orgasmed, Elaine said, except with the young boys, she didn't orgasm there. He was welcome to fuck her in the faint and squirt in, Lancelot always did it. They fucked again and she got the orgasm just as fast as before. She rolled her eyes, she shivered violently and passed out. He held her tight and kept fucking, she gradually woke up and he was ready. She looked with wide open childlike eyes as he cum. She pulled his cock out immediately and rubbed the jets of semen out with firm fingers. She rubbed every squirting jet after jet and nodded satisfied, she did the same with the boys and he asked, what boys? She told him that she always fucked the young page boys when Lancelot was not at home. She giggled, usually taking two or three, but sometimes five, and letting them fuck her in turn, but the cocks were too small to bring her to orgasm.

Mkele scurried in and lay on his other side. A young girl and a mature woman. He kissed Elaine on the lips and told her to leave. He asked Mkele if she still wanted to masturbate, but she shook her head. Now they told each other how they had fucked. She had liked it super, she whispered, her pussy had a lot of pleasure with Sir Lancelot. But she didn't have the beautiful feelings of love as she had with him, her master.

Every few days the women swapped men. Mkele loved it as much as he did, fucking with Elaine was indeed special, but he liked it as a very pleasant entertainment. When she was unconscious, he squirted in her tight fuckhole, otherwise she would rip his cock out and made him squirt in her throat, that he liked more than be made squirting by hand.

New messengers had arrived. The armies faced each other irreconcilably. Lancelot smashed his drinking jug against the wall and walked into the garden brooding dully. He was not ready, and Elaine, the jealous little witch, would not let him go.

Mkele lay by his side and listened. He told her about his youth. The beautiful black slave girls who masturbated under their flowing robes at the noon siesta. The one who stripped naked and let him watch from close by. The one who took out his cock after a few days and said he could fuck her one day. The mother. Midday siesta. She turned her back on him. He stuck his cock in her ass crease. She pinched her ass cheeks fearfully. He fucked in her ass crease for weeks and squirted. How she showed him to fuck her in the asshole for weeks. Her strange transformation and fear to let him fuck her in the real way. The trembling sighs of the mother. She turned on her back and inserted his cock into her fuck hole with her hand. Fucking and squirting, in every noon siesta. The black slave girls would sometimes peek in and leave immediately. Sneaking in to her at night, as she had told him to do. That's when he could fuck her so often, because she always masturbated for hours. Ten years later, the fright. The father had always known and never said anything. The trip to France. The knight's craft. Every night a noblewoman. England. In the service of King Arthur. The seduction of the shy, demure and chaste Queen Mab, by then he already knew Mkele. The search for the Holy Grail. The boring fucking with the maids, the daughters and with peasant women who didn't want to be fucked. The peasant wifes who wanted to be fucked and sent their husbands to the stables to be able to fuck undisturbed. The many, many virgins he was allowed to deflower.

They had a fine time on Joyeuse. Sir Lancelot set off for Arthur one morning. Elaine lay with them at night and he fucked both women in turn. Elaine seduced Mkele during his rest breaks. Watching the two girls make love quickly made him horny again. He had double of work, but also the double pleasure. Sometimes, when he had fucked Elaine to unconsciousness, Mkele would lick Elaine's clit from orgasm to orgasm until she awoke.

Lancelot returned with Guinevere. Arthur they had buried in Avalon, Mordred they left to the ravens. Guinevere slept with Lancelot, Elaine had endured a week with them, watching enviously as her husband passionately fucked the emaciated Queen. Elaine could take it no more, she now came back to Pellinore and Mkele and let him fuck her and Mkele lick her to orgasm. Elaine loved the clit licking as much as Mkele.

Guinevere had again and again seduced Pellinore and lay naked with him when Elaine and Mkele were with Lancelot. He fucked Guinevere very passionately, but his heart belonged to Mkele. He did not think much of Guinevere's character, at heart she was just a noble whore.

They stayed on Joyeuse for three more months, then they rode on.

For the next two years they lived quietly and contentedly in Wales. One evening, Mkele kissed him fervently and breathed that she was pregnant.