Lancelot and the Damsel
by GentleButFirm
Copyright© 2003 by GentleButFirm
Erotica Sex Story: It's supposed to be a poem, but it isn't really. It's a silly rhyme. Rude though. Hope you like it.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Historical Humor Oral Sex .
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
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