Chapter 14 | Robin
We abandoned our clothes, sending them in heaps across the colorful glade. The babbling creek nearby was drowned out by the rushing blood in my ears and the pressure building between my thighs.
As I leaned back from Little John and stared up at the wonderful sky, letting the headiness fill me, he peeled my pants away, which started the rustling of the others throwing their garments off.
I parted my legs and bared myself to him and the others, and John drew in a sharp breath.
“Perfection,” he said, staring at my wet, glistening cunt. “A feast fit for kings.” He licked his lips, smoldering darkness shading his eyes.
Before I could say anything, he lunged on his hands and knees like a primal animal and stuffed his face between my thighs. I gasped when his scalding tongue made impact with my wet heat, and the immediate slurping and grunting noises only made me more lustful and fiery. I folded myself, lifting my legs and ass off the grass from John’s strength, wrapping my calves around his middle.
My blood sang like Alan-a-Dale. Pure, sultry, thick. I wrapped my arms around John’s head and tightened my legs around his torso, all but hugging him like a front-facing pack while the giant man probed my cunt and sent lightning bolts of pleasure jagging through me.
With a soft cry, I opened my eyes and saw Will and Alan on their knees a few feet away, facing each other but with their eyes zeroed in on me and John, watching intently.
While they watched, Alan-a-Dale had his hand fixed between Will’s legs, gently stroking the younger man’s thick cock and lightly squeezing the bulbous crown, swiping away arousal that beaded at the tip.
My eyes widened at the sight.
They, too, went onto their hands and knees, because it seemed like the grass and foliage and undergrowth was particularly soft and pleasant this afternoon, beneath our fingers and toes, dancing across our skin, drawing out little stabs of pleasure.
Speaking of little stabs of pleasure, John was going in on me. He ate my cunt like it was his final meal, and all I could do was jiggle and quiver around his tongue, squeezing my legs against his ribs. His large hands outlined my thighs and languished on my skin.
Suddenly, there were four of us on the forest floor, a tangle of limbs all near one another, while only Tuck stood off and watched. I chanced a glance over and saw he had opened his habit at the front, the belt discarded, and was stroking his fat cock while standing there.
The way John and I were both doubled over hugging each other, I could feel the prodding of his massive cock against the swell of my ass, even as he pulled his mouth away from my needy cunt.
With a pang of loss at the vanishing act of his tongue, a thrum of fire fluttered through my mind in ribbons and stole my thoughts. All I could think of was getting something to fill my greedy hole and stuff me to the brim.
A soft suckling sound brought my eyes to the left—
Where Alan and Will had found themselves in an interesting position. Facing opposite one another, Alan reclined on his back, Will had crawled over the bright-haired minstrel, dipped his head, and stuffed Alan’s cock past his lips. Meanwhile, he lowered his hips and forced his own cock down into Alan’s mouth.
The storyteller gladly accepted Will’s big cock down his throat from above, spooling Will’s balls across the bridge of his nose. Before long they were gagging on each other. It was a lewd sight, and I wanted nothing more than to be part of it.
“Soon you will be,” John growled in my ear, and I furrowed my brow, wondering if I had spoken my thoughts out loud. “But for now . . .” He glanced down.
On my back, the grass teasing my skin, John’s hands wrapped around my waist, his long fingers meeting in the middle. I sucked in a breath as he lowered me, dragging my body toward him, and I swung my legs apart so I could get around his broad hips.
The thick ridge of John’s cockhead kissed my wet lips and sank into me. I drawled a guttural sound as my wish was satisfied—the fullness of him stretching me apart.
My eyes rolled back when he brought me lower, heaving my body onto his lap where he sat on his heels. He lifted me like I weighed nothing, and in that moment I felt weightless.
The orgasm ripped through me before I could catch my breath, and then I was shaking and moaning.
Yet it didn’t tire me. It only empowered me and drove me forward. With renewed energy, I slammed my ass down on the tops of John’s thighs, keeping my arms looped around his neck for leverage, and the harsh, fleshy sounds of our clapping skin echoed through the forest. My moans joined the chorus, as the pure feeling of ecstasy swam through my entire body.
My arms moved from his neck to his shoulders, where I squeezed down on his strong muscles. My legs uncoiled from around his hips to find purchase on the ground, so I could have the grass between my toes as I rode my stallion.
In this new position, with more balance, it was easier to bounce my ass on him, and I could take him even deeper. He started to groan as I moved faster and faster, jiggling on my mammoth of a man and just keeping him there as a tool for me to fuck.
My thoughts ran empty, the need for sheer pleasure taking over and sparking wildfires through the plains of my mind.
Grumbling from behind tipped me off to Friar Tuck’s presence, and the large man abruptly pressed his belly against my back. It was soft and lovely, like the warm center of a morning fruit tart baked by Bess.
The friar’s cock flossed between my ass, as if waiting for his moment. I was moving too fast on John’s lap, though, sliding my cunt up and down at a speed that astounded even me.
So Tuck caught me on a downstroke, palming my round cheeks, and kept me aloft. With Little John’s pillar of a cock still lodged inside me, Tuck pried my ass apart and toyed with my asshole.
I gasped. “Tuck!”
“It’s too lovely to leave unbroken, little heathen,” he said, and his voice sounded strange.
Hell, all of our voices sounded strange to me, now that I thought of it. Was this even real? Was it just a dream? Because I had climaxed twice already, and was close to a third, and I knew once Tuck shoved his cock in my ass I would lose my mind completely.
Did I ever really have a grip on it at all?
I usually couldn’t handle back-to-back-to-back eruptions of bliss and—
A yelp ripped past my lips as Tuck’s cockhead pushed past the tight bundle of nerves and sank inside me. I could feel him in my guts, mingling so close to John’s huge cock on the other side, and sure enough, I unraveled in front of both of them.
Tuck’s hands lowered from my ass now that his cock had been wedged inside me, and when I descended this time, I moved at a slower pace. The sheer fullness of my two thickest mates plugging both my holes sent me floundering. I couldn’t handle it. Tears of pleasure and bliss dripped from my eyes, down my cheeks, and John pushed forward and kissed me while gently lowering my hips with both hands.
I sank down on the two kneeling men. My legs shook, my muscles contracted, and I clamped down on their cocks. John and Tuck both groaned, with John’s voice rumbling in my mouth while we kissed.
Then Tuck yanked my head by the hair and twisted me around halfway. His head lunged from over my shoulder, behind me, and he growled, “My turn.”
His lips slanted over mine. His fingers embedded in my ass cheeks and he drilled his cock inside my hole, trying to break me as he claimed my mouth and body at the same time.
My tits pressed hard against John’s body, flush against him, and I was abruptly sandwiched between these two hard men, with nowhere to go. It was the most enviable, brilliant position I could have found myself in, with their sleek bodies keeping me swaddled in heat and warmth.
Their cocks punished me, and I couldn’t stop moaning as they traded off claiming my mouth, my holes, and turning me into a mindless heap of sex and want and need.
Then a hand grabbed my hair and yanked another direction, twisting me with a yelp.
I gasped, staring at the throbbing tip of Will Scarlet’s length, while his hand held my hair by the root, keeping me in place. “You two don’t get to have all the fun.”
His cock dripped arousal onto my chin. His balls were heavy and low, dangling like two ripe plums I wanted to taste. From this close, the musk of him was intense and overpowering. I could still smell Alan-a-Dale on him, too.
I lifted my head as much as I could and licked the underside of his throbbing cock, pushing my face against his pillowy sack. I tasted his sweetness on my tongue, and then he shot forward and slammed his cock into my throat in one go.
I gagged, eyes bulging. My breath cut off. My brain shut down. His hand moved and trailed along my bloated throat as he fucked my face.
Alan-a-Dale managed to squeeze himself in between our semi-circle of lust. He went onto his ass and squished between Tuck and John, on the other side of me.
“What are you doing?” John growled at him.
I couldn’t see a damn thing—not with him behind me and with Will controlling every movement of my head—so I had no idea what John was talking about. Right now, the world was simply blurring by as my lips slid on Will’s tasty cock and another intense orgasm built deep in my belly from the two men filling my other holes. I was plugged in every way, and I had no idea what Alan could possibly do—
My dewy eyes shot open when I felt a new throb of pressure against the lips of my cunt.
Alan managed to slide his long cock across my engorged clit, and it was enough to send me reeling. His legs were haphazardly draped over both John and Tuck’s thighs, positioning himself blindly under me, where my ass was lifted on the two columns of meat keeping me sitting in place.
He thrust wildly, drawing intense friction against my clit, and together with my other stuffed holes drowning me with pain and pleasure and sheer sensations I couldn’t describe, I screamed.
My voice vibrated on Will’s cock. He growled and tangled his hand harder in my hair, all but clutching my skull with his palms, cupping either side of my face. His hips moved and he fucked my face like it belonged to him—like it was nothing more than his toy made for pleasure.
The blooming feeling in my belly expanded and flared like a fire, ripping through me and blackening my vision. I jerked and spasmed on the men, taking them all at the same time.
Joining my heat were blissful hot ropes from both John and Tuck. Their cum filled me at nearly the same time, coating my walls and stuffing me until I nearly lost consciousness from the delicious beauty of our tryst.
We were a grotesque painting for anyone else to see, yet the most gorgeous landscape for our own minds and bodies to participate in. Lost to the throes of wondrous lust and unadulterated arousal.
I wasn’t sure where the sensations came from—or the daze, the haze, the fog in my brain that had stolen my thoughts and convinced me that rolling around in the grass was the greatest thing in the world.
All I knew was that the end result was entirely worth it. My two men spewing their cum deep inside my holes, while Alan finally found his way in and squeezed his cock against John’s so he could double-stuff me.
It was filthy and it was exactly what I wanted and needed. Though they held me physically, right now, I held them by the collars. My leashed mates, so obsessed and addicted to me they simply couldn’t wait to have me. They would do it right here in the open, in a soft spring glade near a babbling creek, because they couldn’t contain themselves around me.
To have that sense of power over these men gave me the utmost thrill. It only made my climax stronger once the next one came along—due mostly to Alan slamming his cock inside me and plugging my hole past the point of pleasure. Joined with John, with Tuck so nearby, I simply couldn’t believe I could take all three of them at once.
Will’s cockhead widened in my throat, slippery and wet, and he fed me a warm river of cum with a groan, pumping it down into my belly.
I swayed like a boneless mess. Unconsciousness claimed me for a moment, and when I awoke I was on my belly again, leaking my men out of every hole. Gasping and feeling the grass beneath me like I was part of it. Wondering if this was an orgasmic daydream.
My body vaguely moved on its own, jiggling, and I smiled. Hands cupped my naked ass from behind, and someone planked themselves on top of me, putting their weight on my back as their cock split me open.
Alan murmured in my ear, “I can’t be the only one left without coming, songbird.”
“Never . . .” I groaned.
He rubbed my shoulders as he fucked me. Every thrust pushed my hard nipples along the grass, and my poor clit continued to throb and beg for more release.
Alan came inside me within minutes, now that he had me to himself, and when I looked back over my shoulder with a smile, I noticed a layer of cum on his own face, dripping from his cheeks and chin.
Right. Because he and Will got into that lewd upside-down position before coming to claim me with the others.
Once he was spent, and my body was my own again, I let out a contented sigh. Pressed my cheek against the grass, ready to drift off into a heady afternoon slumber.
Vaguely, John’s voice filtered in around me, “We’ll have to bring her to the creek to clean her up.”
“Unless we bring the creek to her,” Will said.
I hummed. Smiled. Closed my eyes to drift off . . .
And Tuck’s voice was the last I heard—sounding somewhat normal for the first time in hours as he said, “Um, no disrespect, but what the fuck just happened?”