Page 54 of Queen of Sherwood

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 . . .

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