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Part of the Fairy Tale Stories. Not a series, but a group of related tales

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In days of old

When men were bold

And Arthur was the king

Sir Lancelot

The knight was hot

And he'd tried everything

Then one hot day

While on his way

Back home upon a wagon

He saw a girl

With golden curl

Escaping from a Dragon

Behold! He cried

His smile wide

And proffered up his sword

Your fiery breath

Will be your death.

He stood, and charged, and roared

He faced the beast

Feared not the least

And drove the sword with power

The dragon bled

And soon was dead

As Lance stood like a tower

Oh valiant brave

The damsel gave

A kiss to him for luck

You know that kill

Was such a thrill

I need a decent fuck!

I cannot do

that thing to you

But get that clothing off,

I'll rub your tits

And other bits

And quickly suck you off

Your cock is hard

You rhyming bard

And that is what I need

I'll just lie down

Upon the ground

And let you be my steed

I cannot fuck

It's such bad luck

I'm promised to another

I can only screw

With her, not you

A curse from her own mother

If I should try

She says I'll die

My aching cock will burst

And acid cum

Inside your plum

Will make the union cursed

My throbbing knight

This is not right

I want so much to squirm

And wriggle round

Upon the ground

You in me, hard and firm

I would as well

The truth to tell

I'd love to penetrate

To do the deed

And give my seed

My lust to demonstrate

It's just not fair

For you my dear

Are horny as a goat

And I want you

To fill me true

I'm randy as a stoat

But say, dear girl

Of golden curl

This curse involves the join

Of my big pole

Inside the hole

Deep down within your loin

What if instead

I placed my head

Down there between your legs

And stroked your mound

My lips profound

My tongue, my body begs.

Well I suppose

If that all goes

The way you doth describe it

My clit will grow

My moisture flow

Without your cock inside it

So come on then

My cursed friend

I'll lay down on the cart

And you can show

To me you know

This sacred princely art

Well thank the lord

With that accord

She promptly whipped her bloomers

Down off her hips

And spread her legs

Confirming all the rumours

Our rigid knight

Put up no fight

But moved his mouth up to

Her glistening slit

And did his bit

His tongue to pseudo-screw

Our damsel fair

Her underwear

Flicked off into a bush

Was soon so hot

She couldn't stop

His tonguing in her tush

She wriggled some

And clenched her bum

And told him now to hurry

Her loveliness

In such a mess

Her nerve ends in a flurry

He licked her clit

And then sucked it

His hands grabbed on her bum

His tongue was quick

Her clit to flick

He wanted her to come

She thrusted then

And thrust again

Gyrations most becoming

She squeezed his head

Oh fuck! she said

Her whole hot body coming

God, that was hot

Our Lancelot

Said to his gasping fan

'Twas good, my knight

But to the right

Here walks my other man!

You'd best leave now

I made a vow

I'd not dishonour him

Quick, my clothes

It'll come to blows

He'll kill you on a whim

I know you missed

On being kissed

Down there between your thighs

You never planned

To use your hand

To give yourself a rise

But tonight you must

When thoughts of lust

Fill your head with want

Think of that pole

Deep in my hole

And stroke it, nonchalant

And come my knight

All sticky white

As though we did it here

My mound on you

As I come too

And never have a care

The dragon's dead

His blood flowed red

You rescued me from this

My husband still

After the kill

Permits a little kiss

She pecked him then

But finished when

Her husband came in sight

She couldn't bear

To have Lance here

For then he'd start a fight

Go now my love

And with a shove

She pushed him on the cart

And slapped the horse

Which was of course

Too eager now to start

Our Lancelot

He'd had his shot

And outwardly he'd blown it

But she was right

When came that night

He'd thought of her, and stroked it

He came with vim

So unlike him

When thinking of her face

Her hair, her eyes

Her groaning cries

And then her other place

And sprayed so hard

His penis jarred

All in his sleeping fur

And thought again

Rememb'ring when

He'd nearly come with her