Page 53 of Queen of Sherwood

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.

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