5 comments/ 16521 views/ 0 favorites Robin's Revenge By: yowser As Robin peered through the shrouding beech tree's leaves, he felt very fortunate the windows of the manor house were thrown wide open. It was warm enough that early autumn afternoon that a breeze would have been welcome to those inside, and the open windows of the upper story room made seeing into it vastly easier than if they had been shut, or only partially open. Robin wasn't even sure what he would have done if the windows had been shuttered. Already he had glimpsed a naked pair of breasts flash past the window, then a man's stiff cock, legs bare but with his upper body still covered in a short red tunic. There were loud words, and sounds of a struggle. "Give it!" The female voice was defiant. "Now, or there'll be trouble!" "You're in no position to insist on anything! Tell me what I ask and you'll have it back, and be free to leave." The man's voice was loud and challenging. "Never!" Robin tensed, his legs gripping the tree branch that held him, as through the window he saw a bodice of brown colour held up by a pair of burly hands, not ten feet away. He knew that fabric well and his throat tightened. "Where! Tell me where he'll be and when!" the male voice demanded. Two thin fair hands grabbed at the bodice, and a swinging familiar pair of breasts followed, quite uncovered. A slender body with its triangle of light brown crotch hair lunged forward, but the male voice laughed and the bodice was snatched out of sight. Robin struggled for a better view without losing his balance or exposing his position to those inside. From his vantage in the tree, looking slightly downwards into the chambers, he was unable to see the heads of the two occupants, only their torsos, and even then only briefly as they flashed in front of the open window. Scuffling sounds inside made Robin crane his neck, all senses alert. "Now?" asked the large friend beside him, whose bulk of a body was perched, even more precariously than Robin's, next to him. Robin shook his head. "Not yet!" he hissed. Through the window opening the male's bare haunches were now visible, his cock stiff and bobbing, then disappeared in a darting move across the room. Robin loosened his bow and drew an arrow from his quiver. The man's rump reappeared, the full strong hairy haunches of a thick-waisted, middle-aged man of power. Robin knew the fellow fair enough. His lip curled. This time the strong haunches were even closer to the window. A step back and the man could have rested his hairy rump on the window ledge. The cock was raging hard, twitching in the scattered afternoon light. Its tip was a malignant red, poking free from its cockskin, damp and unsheathed. The ballocks were drawn up tight in full lust. "Come get it!" The bodice was held up, in clear view. The man shook it tauntingly. "And then I'll have you! I'll fetch words out of you one way or another!" His cock bobbed stiffly with desire. Robin sighted carefully and then let loose the shaft, the arrow striking the bodice squarely, snatching it from the man's startled hands, and pinning it to the wall opposite the window, the shaft vibrating from the impact. A shout went up, followed by stunned silence. Two faces instantly appeared at the window, the male with wide eyes and open mouth, dark heavy eyebrows arched in surprise, the female's pale long face at first similarly alarmed, then graced with a wide smile of recognition. "On John!" shouted Robin and the big man, who had crept out along the tree branch, leaped. With agility unexpected from a man of such size, he grasped the window ledge and pulled himself in. The sheriff had dashed to the door, but Marian had been too quick for him, pulling the ring of keys free from the inner lock and tossing them out the window, where Robin caught them. With a quick jump Robin followed Little John through the window into the upper chambers of the manor house. By the time Robin's feet hit the floor, Marian had already tackled the sheriff and John had overpowered him with a strong blow to the head. They quickly went to work tying the sheriff's hands and legs with the hempen rope that Little John had brought. Robin in a glance marvelled at sweet Marian's willowy body. Her calfskin boots were still on but her green linen dress lay tossed to the side. It could not have come off willingly. Her breasts darted about as she moved. Her long light brown hair, which had come loose, danced across her slender back, her hands flying to secure the sheriff's limbs. Despite the danger of the situation, the sight of Marian's bare thighs and haunches moving with speed and purpose made Robin's cock twitch with pleasure. Her long narrow breasts, with marvellous dark pointed nipples, her 'arrowheads' he called them, swayed like pendulums this way and that with the maiden's quick movements. There was pounding on the chamber's door, and shouting, and they heard attempts to force it open. Robin looked out the window and to his relief saw William and Roger below, with a purloined ladder and three horses. Down they went, Little John with the sheriff's limp body draped over his shoulder. They threw the body over the back of John's mount, quickly secured him with a length of rope, and dashed off through an open gate. Robin grabbed the second horse and helped Marian up behind him. Somehow she had managed to pull on her dress and retrieve her bodice, which she was able to hurriedly fasten around her before they bolted from the manor house. Will and Roger followed on the third horse. Nestled in the saddle behind Robin, her arms safely around him, they sped away. Robin could feel her soft warm breasts pressing against his back, moving up and down with the horse's gait. Although none of them could ride as fast as they would have liked, Robin's men had seen fit to cast wide the doors of the manor's stable and scatter the sheriff's horses in panic to the adjoining fields. It would be some time before whatever was left of the sheriff's men could fashion a proper chase. They crossed a small bridge over a stream and made north for the forest. Once clear of the main road, they were able to slow a bit. Out of the corner of his eye, Robin saw Roger and Will staring at the sheriff tied to the back of John's horse. His leggings were gone, only a shirt on him, and as his hands and feet had been bound together under the horse, it meant his bare rump lay upwards, bouncing rudely with the horse's gait. His ribs surely were taking a beating from the ride, but he had not yet opened his eyes or shown any sign of consciousness. Roger laughed and pointed for Will's benefit at the unceremonious look of the white, skyward-facing arse of the captured sheriff. Robin also noted that Will and Roger had been stealing glimpses at Marian, which Robin found puzzling until later that afternoon, when he realised that his arrow had pierced Marian's bodice about the middle of where her left ribs would have been. The hole made in the bodice was large enough that Marian's left breast kept pushing through the rend, and even though covered by the thin fabric of her dress, her breast's forward thrust and unexpected intrusion, jostling as they rode, made a sight for the men, who kept looking over and grinning slyly as they hurried along. After some time they were within the safety of the greenwood, and zigzagged through narrow trails until they emerged into a wide sloping meadow, with a cluster of large oaks at its centre. It had been recently scythed, the hay stacked in large separated mounds. The long, low green hills of southern Nottinghamshire were visible off in the distance. The sheriff had roused from his stupor and was awkwardly looking about, pain and fear showing on his face. He had tested the ropes holding him and found them too tight to loosen. The group made their way towards the cluster of oaks and dismounted. Robin directed Little John, William and Roger to tie the sheriff to one of the larger oak trees, and gave him some water and cleansed his face, which had a large ugly looking bruise on his cheek. The sheriff, spread-eagled against the old oak's trunk, glared defiantly at Robin, his broad features twisted in rage. Roger smirked at the sight of the sheriff, with only a now dirty shirt covering him, his bare thighs shaking with anger. "You'll pay for this!" the sheriff snarled. "You'll pay!" Robin smiled grimly. He took a swig of water from his waterskin, and stood in front of the sheriff, hands on his hips. He held his tall sinewy frame confidently, although he knew very well that without some good timing and luck, and some cunning work from his men, events might not have worked out as well as they had. But matters were more in his hands now. His tunic matched the colour of the oak tree's leaves, and he levelled an even gaze at the sheriff . "And just what were your intentions with my Marian?" he challenged the sheriff, as his men assembled around him, Marian at his side. "What did you have in mind for her? Taking her clothing? Locking her against her will in those chambers? Eh, what?" Robin then conducted a trial, which did not last long. The facts came out, corroborated by Marian. She had been seized outside a shop in Nottingham and carted away to the manor house by the sheriff's men. The sheriff had threatened her and wanted to know Robin's plans, for indeed they had hatched a plot for some mischief in town the Saturday next. Her clothing had been forcibly removed, and she had every fear of being violated by a powerful, vindictive and lust-driven man. "And we saw you, Little John and I with our own eyes, with your hose off, your cock hard, and the maiden unclothed. I do not have to imagine much your intentions. You meant to have her!" The sheriff did not answer. "Men!" shouted Robin, his angular face stern, dark eyes blazing. "You have heard the evidence. Did this man not abduct a defenceless woman, hold her against her will, and intend to violate her honour?" "He did!" they cried out. "What shall we do?" said Robin evenly. "What shall be his fate?" "Death!" shouted Roger, his face red. "Death to the evil henchman of the king!" The men murmured their assent. Robin shook his head. "Grievous as his actions are, this is not a death offence, although the penalty tempts me much." "Then a good whipping!" cried Roger, a bit less confidently. "We"ll remove his tunic, tie him face to the tree and make his back and arse red and sore enough for weeks!" "Better," replied Robin, standing tall, his face hard but composed. "He is due a lingering punishment. One to match his crime. One he will not likely forget." He looked long and hard at the sheriff, who glared back. The sheriff's face was misshapen with the bruise, and while his shirt was still on his upper body, dirty and stained as it was, his hose was gone, his lower body quite bare. "Perhaps he should bear witness to the crime that he would have committed himself, only against his own," said Robin evenly, with a half smile. Both the men and the sheriff looked puzzled at Robin's words. Only Little John betrayed no confusion. Robin turned to Marian. "Make his cock stiff," he said, then when Marian's face displayed bewilderment and revulsion, he added, "just with your hand. I have plans, please do as I ask." Marian swallowed hard, and the men shifted uneasily in their green tunics and brown leggings as she made her way to the bound sheriff, whose own broad face ran through a range of expressions, ending with complete wide-eyed bafflement. She held his balls in her left hand, his cock quite limp and small. Slowly, and with clear distaste, she began to pull on his cock, which responded with some delay to the contact. Before long however, Marian's fingers had made him hard, and his cock stood stiff and proud out in front of him, his red cockhead partially poking free from his cockskin. She looked questioningly over to Robin, who gave a tight smile. "Well done," he muttered. "He will not soon forget this hardness." Turning to the sheriff, "You meant to use this," Robin said, pointing to his stiff cock, bobbing with its recent rise. "You were to use this against someone who did not seek it, against her will! It is time to return the favour." Robin carefully reached back into his quiver and drew an arrow. His men, watching intently, stiffened in expectation, of what they were not sure. Only John seemed at ease. Robin turned to his left, pulling the string of his bow back gracefully, and sent the arrow clear across the field, squarely striking the trunk of an old oak tree at the edge of the meadow, which bordered the forest. No sooner had the shaft stopped quivering, then a group of three men, apparently anticipating the signal, emerged from the coppice cover, leading a blindfolded woman, her hands bound behind her. Her long reddish blonde hair had come loose, and fell in an unkempt manner on her bare freckled shoulders. As the group made their way across the field, the sheriff's face took on an increasingly anxious look. "Mary!" he finally shouted as she neared. "You have taken Mary!" he turned to Robin, his face enraged. "She has done nothing! Let her go and do what you will with me!" "We will see," smiled Robin. Robin's three men were dressed as yeomen or townsmen and not in the forest green tunics of John, Will and Roger, which combined with their brown hose the men jestingly called "Robin's livery." They approached Robin, who ordered Mary's blind removed. She and the sheriff exchanged anguished looks, for indeed it was the sheriff's wife. Mary's blue eyes noted the exposed stiff cock of her husband, and she turned questioningly to Robin. "What meanest thou by this outrage!" she hissed. Robin replied by recounting the events that led to the sheriff's capture, dwelling in some detail on the sight that he and John had had of the sheriff's naked hard cock, and the disrobed Marian inside the manor house. Mary turned to the sheriff, whose face betrayed the truth of the event. "No," she moaned, "No, no, no..." "He meant harm," said Robin evenly, "and driven by lust and anger would have taken this maiden, my woman, against her will," gesturing towards Marian. Robin exchanged a look with Little John, who sidled up to the sheriff's side, and pulled out a long, gleaming knife, which he held against the root of the sheriff's bobbing cock. "Shall we remove his stalk in front of you?" Robin asked Mary, eyebrows arching. "This would prevent a repeat of this crime ever happening again and surely be a fitting punishment." "No, no!" screamed Mary. "Not that, not that! Leave him be!" John had a half-smile, and he moved his knife menacingly about the sheriff's prick. The sheriff's body tightened, but there was no way to escape the blade. The threat was clear, and no one knew what might be next. "You may save his worthless cock then," said Robin quietly, "if you agree to what I say." Mary set her mouth firmly. "What do you wish?" she spat. "Only to do to you, what he would have done to my Marian," Robin said, his hand indicating his consort beside him. "No!" shouted the sheriff, his legs shaking in anger. "Do your worst to me but let her off!" The husband and wife stared at each other, Mary trembling. Robin's men shifted their feet uneasily. Finally, Little John began to slowly move the dagger in an arc around the sheriff's cock as if to slice it off, and then poked him in the navel with the point of its blade, drawing a drop of blood. "Very well," Mary exhaled. "But he will live? Without further damage?" Her eyes were worried but still defiant. "We will be set free?" "All but the last," said Robin, with a faint smile. "You will be intact, but I cannot quite set you free, at least immediately. Our own retreat from here must be made cleanly and safely. I will let certain persons know where you are, and you shall be safe by nightfall." "No!" shouted the sheriff to Mary. "Do not acquiesce in this!" Robin ignored him. "We shall have you," he stated, pointing a finger at Mary, "to save the cock of your husband and further pain to him. Once again, to make sure, this is your will?" Mary hesitated but nodded. "Say 'Yea' " urged Robin, "so all can hear your will." "Yea," spoke Mary clearly. Robin pulled off her dress, which she relinquished resignedly. The men looked Mary over, not without hunger. She was of middling height, with thin curling red blonde hair resting on her shoulders. Her hips were broad, her waist not slender, and her breasts, while not of special heft, sloped off to each side appealingly, the left one a bit larger than the other, full and soft. Her nipples were small and pink. She had marvellous smooth white skin, and it appeared she had not yet seen thirty winters. There were freckles on her face and shoulders, a bit on her upper chest, but the rest of her skin was pale and fresh and exceeding white. She was a rare commodity in the shire, as she did not have to work outside in the fields or in the sun, after all. "I will have to restrain you," Robin said, "but will do so gently. We cannot afford to have you free if we are forced to fly suddenly." He gestured for his men to tie Mary on her back to the fallen trunk of an oak tree a short distance from the sheriff, within clear sight of him. One of the men produced rope and stakes from a sack they had brought. Robin had placed her dress between her and the trunk, to soften the surface. Her hands were tied out to each side, while the men drove in stakes to the ground to secure them. Her feet were similarly fastened, so that she was stretched out in four directions, her thighs spread wide, her ankles and wrists held tight by the rope and pulled taut. Her head, unsupported, dangled over the edge of the tree log, in a manner that let her see the sheriff, albeit at an odd angle. Whoever mounted her would be able to gaze straight at the sheriff's face if he so wished. Robin tested the tightness of the ropes and stood back to admire the sight. His men knew their rope-work well, and the even, neatly tied dark brown colour of the knots contrasted with Mary's fair skin. Each of Mary's breasts was slung to the side, her thighs parted and under tension. Her cunt lips barely met each other with her legs pulled so, a crimson gash inside the lips visible in the late afternoon sunlight. Her thin cunt hair was redder than that of her head, and curled around the lips and onto her thighs. The men murmured and at least one of them grabbed his crotch. Little John gave his knife to Will, who continued to hold it next to the sheriff's cock, and approached Mary, fondling her left breast, hefting it and tweaking the nipple until it was red and hard, then circled around and did the same for the other. He smiled and looked at Robin, who nodded. John slowly and deliberately removed his shirt, his big shoulders and powerful torso a marvel to the men, all much smaller than he. He pulled off his hose, and his dark cock sprang free, bobbing and half hard. As befit a man of his size, it was a prick of some heft, thick and handsome enough. Amongst the men, Will's cock was known to be almost as long, but not nearly of the same girth. On their gambols around Nottinghamshire, the men had come to know each other's stalks as well as their own, and all had made many a jest about their tools whilst taking one of their frequent piss breaks in Sherwood forest. They held their breath as the great tool swung from side to side as he disrobed. His balls were two large ovals, well covered in dark hair, and had already begun to tighten in their sack. Little John paused, and Robin and the men looked on, unsure of his his next move. He circled around to Mary's head, and draped his meat onto her, bouncing his cockhead over her face. Then using one hand he slid the heavy prick's underside back and forth over her cheeks and nose, before dangling his prickhead over her mouth. Robin's Revenge "Lick," he commanded. "Lick it stiff." Mary tensed and Robin saw her swallow hard, but she did as she was told, her tongue extending and responding to John's movements, and soon had covered his cock from top to bottom with her tongue's wetness, until the cock was hard and glistening. The sheriff tried to look away, but every time he did so Will pulled his knife in tighter to the base of the sheriff's cock and whispered, "Keep an eye on mate or it won't go well with ye." Robin looked over. "I want him to be kept hard, throughout," he said, pointing to the sheriff's prick. "I want him to remember well his stiff cock today, as when next hard it shall call up the memories he shall deservedly get this afternoon." Will nodded and used his other hand to frig the half-hard member of the sheriff to a stiffer state. Little John smiled. He pushed his cock into Mary's mouth, and as her head was tilted back, he slowly thrust it until nearly all of it went down her throat, his balls resting on her nose, she showing some discomfort. His thick cock made a visible outline on the outside of her gullet, the ridge moving along with his prickhead's progress. He then pulled back a bit and dallied his prick head in her mouth, while she suckled his tool. He reached over and played with one of her nipples. After some minutes, he withdrew, his cock wet and stiff in front of him. He wagged it from side to side, looking the sheriff straight in the face. "Where might this go next?" he asked, arching his eyebrows, a half smile on his thick lips. Without waiting for an answer he made his way over alongside Mary's spread legs and rubbed his fingers over her mound, playing with her crotch hair. He fingered her notch and looked up at the men, many with their hands now at their own groins, feeling their tools through their thin brown hose. His eyes were wide in some surprise, then his face broadened into a great smile. "She's wet!" he called out. "The wench is wet!" He held up a damp, clearly glistening finger. The men stirred and voiced their approval. "She's ready!" said one. "She likes a good randy cock!" said another. "Especially not her sheriff's! Tail her well John!" shouted Roger. John straddled the end of the log and pushed his cockhead up against Mary's damp opening. He pulled his cockskin back until his tip was fully exposed, red and wet from Mary's tongue and his own fluids, and rubbed it up and down between her lips. Robin noted that Mary had shut her eyes, avoiding the gaze of the sheriff, who appeared most ill at ease. She pulled on the ropes securing her wrists, the cord pressing into her flesh. Little John then took a breath and nudged his cock forward until the head had slipped just barely into Mary's gaping cunt. He eased forward, slowly penetrating her, until his tool was completely buried, just his balls visible from behind. Robin smiled. John laid his big bulk down onto Mary's stretched out belly and all eyes were on his rump, which began a slow grind into her splayed out body. He went deliberately at first, pausing at times while buried full hilt into her, to kiss her neck or sniff her armpits, giving the sheriff a long menacing look now and again, then would begin anew his strong, slow calculated assault, his rump cheeks squeezing hard as he ploughed into her. Mary's eyes were closed, and she turned her head from side to side. Her cheeks were reddening. Soon John's backside was going full bore, more rapidly contacting and pushing his cock harder and harder into the tension-spread Mary. Her soft skin shook as John's hips pushed her violently onto the oaken log, and her breasts moved from the action almost as a liquid, the surface of her pale skin shaking as if forced into movement by a river current. Robin saw that John's balls were tightened up into one hard mass, and bunched together they followed his prick's plunging motion. Indentations in his arse cheeks appeared each time he thrust into her. John's face was red now, his breathing heavy. He reached out and grabbed Mary's wrists, right where the rope secured them, his big body pressing down hard on her, and his rump gave a strong shuddering series of thrusts. The men held their breath, and Robin noted the expression on the sheriff's face, a mixture of fury and dismay at the same time. Will reached over and gave the sheriff's tool a good frig. With a final thrust, John was still, laying sprawled out on top of Mary, who had bitten down hard on her lower lip. After a moment on top of her, John pulled out, looking at the sheriff the whole time, until his prick flopped out, wet and dwindling. A drop of sperme lingered on the tip of his cockhead. Robin noted how small and red his cockhead now looked upon withdrawal. John stared fixedly at the sheriff, then deliberately made his way around to Mary's face, his prick wagging from side to side, and dropped his cock into her mouth again. "Clean me wench!" he ordered, then watched as Mary licked his tool thoroughly. John removed his flaccid stalk, balls swinging low now. "Next!" he said, scanning the ranks of the men. Grinning, the men pulled off their shirts and hose, and soon there was a forest of stiff cocks about. Roger was first, eager and plopping his cock into Mary's mouth straight away, who tongued up and down his shaft until he pulled off. His cock was raging hard. Roger, dark-haired and with wide shoulders and narrow hips, made his way around to Mary's now swollen and spread cunt lips. With less restraint than John, he mounted her and soon was plunging up her with some energy. His back muscles rippled with the exertions. Mary's soft flesh was moving about under his active pounding, while his rump cheeks contracted rhythmically. Mary's face had gotten quite red and her upper teeth had bitten down on her lower lip. She turned her head from side to side. Robin noted that her legs were tensing, pulling against the ropes that held them, and with a start he realised she was about to take pleasure herself. With a muffled cry she spent, her hips shaking involuntarily, and immediately after, Roger took his last few violent thrusts and finished inside her as well. Robin reckoned her cunt had clamped down hard on Roger's tool with her own pleasure and fetched his sperme. One of the men had nudged his companion at the sight of her enjoyment, it had been obvious to all. The sheriff's face was tight and twisted. Roger looked well pleased as he uncunted, his tool dripping wet with both his own and her leavings, along with the sperme of Little John before him. He dangled his still stiff rod over Mary's face, smearing her cheeks and forehead before having her give him a last lick. Unable to restrain themselves, Henry and another of the men who had captured Mary, a new fellow whose name Robin could not recollect, approached Mary. Henry was a short slight lad with darting eyes, but was far stronger than he looked. He had long brown stringy hair that always seemed to be sweaty wet, and was known by the men as "toad balls" for his wrinkled warty ballsack. His small skinny tool was arrow straight, and bounced about vigorously as he hurried over to Mary's head. Unlike the others who had placed their cocks into her mouth straight away, he dropped his balls into her waiting mouth, squashing his arse into her face, and the men hooted with delight. "Suck the toadskin! Lick the warty mess!" they shouted, as he ground his groin into her face, many hands now to their own tools. Robin's own cock began to stir in his hose, making a noticeable bulge, a fact observed with a slight smile from Marian. She reached behind Robin and ran her fingers up and down his bum furrow through his hose and pleasingly along the contours of his haunches, making his cock grow ever harder. He had not anticipated that the afternoon's events would be so personally arousing. Henry's rump squeezed rhythmically as he pushed his balls down into Mary's mouth, while her tongue moved about and she suckled his balls. Soon a trickle of her spit was visible descending the inside of one of his thighs. He straightened up and then with one hand had to bend his rod of a cock down to force it into her mouth. He got a good wet tongue bath from her, at one point laying his body completely over hers whilst vigorously fucking her mouth. When he finally pulled off, Robin noticed that, as with the other cocks, Mary had made sure to get a last attentive lick on withdrawal. It appeared that despite the coercion, she was making efforts to prolong contact, that the invasive cocks were not entirely unwelcome. Whether this was from her own desire or whether it was a captive's felt obligation to please her tormentors, Robin could not determine. Henry had a glazed look in his eyes, and made his way to Mary's swollen cunt. The other fellow took his place at Mary's face and played his stiff rod over her nose and cheeks before inserting his cock into her mouth for its attention. Henry mounted Mary, and began immediately a ferocious assault. His skinny haunches bunched and heaved as he drove into her, his head just a few inches away from the new man's cock thrusting into Mary's well exercised mouth. Henry was quick about his coupling, as his balls had clearly been churning away with sperme. Sweat covered his back, his hair sticking to it in strings. His rump cheeks worked fast and furious, squeezing hard with a vengeance, and he grunted loud enough for all to hear when his sperme finally issued forth into Mary. His time atop her had not been long. The new fellow rose to take his place, and Henry slowly yielded, standing a bit unsteadily nearby. "Aye, we've a well buttered cunt now!" he cried, directing a wild look to the sheriff, who winced. The new fellow had thick thighs and strong shoulders, and was neither gentle nor slow in his attention to Mary. He roughly fingered her cunt before penetrating her with his cock, a fine thick red-tipped tool. He humped furiously from the start, Mary's hips getting forced repeatedly against the trunk underneath her. With a grunt he signalled the first of his sperme spurts, and his arse pushed another five or six times, the cheeks squeezing shut hard, while he sent home his sperme. He uncoupled and stood there above Mary, his cock hard and wet, a glazed and triumphant look on his face. Will gestured Henry over to his side and passed on the knife, which Henry held close to the sheriff's cock. Will gave it a final frig, insuring its stiff state, before making his own way over to Mary. Will had a long, wagging prick, some of the men called it "snake," with a pointed head just poking free from his cockskin. He circled Mary slowly, running his fingers over her stretched out skin, lingering at her breasts, and oddly enough, her armpits, which he tickled enough to make her squirm. Coming to her head, he ran his half-stiff cock over her face, dabbling his prickhead over her lips, her eyebrows, even rubbing it along her ears and entire face. He appeared in no hurry and the rubbing eventually had its effect as his cock stiffened, although was still not completely hard. He had her extend her tongue and ran the underside of his prick along it, sliding his cock up and down to meet her stretched out appendage until his whole cock was slick with spit. Now hard, his prick bobbing, he made his way to her side, and slid the fingers of one hand along her mound, and into her notch. He probed gently, tickling the lips and button of pink flesh at the top of her notch, until Mary was pulling at her restraints. He slid his middle finger up into her and rummaged around. Mary's hips were swivelling now, her eyes closed and face flushed. He removed his finger, and Robin was sure he heard a slurping-like sound as the finger slipped out of her well-spermed cunt. Will pushed the heel of his hand onto the top of her notch, grinding it into Mary's pelvis. Mary turned her head from side to side and gave out a low moan. Pressing harder, Will coaxed a spend from her, squashing his hand onto her mound, her hips involuntarily pushing back on his hand. A low murmur of appreciation came from the men. "Aye, she's a hot cunted one all right," muttered one of them. Will looked pleased with himself, and let his fingers play across her cunt for another bit, rubbing her lips, until Mary had relaxed her body somewhat. He then positioned himself between her thighs and dallied his pointy, now red, cockhead along the edges of her cunt lips. He had to press down on his cock to do this, as it wanted to aim straight up. Then with a long hard look at the sheriff, he placed his cockhead at her entrance and slowly impaled her. His face betrayed a long smile of contentment as he buried up to the root of his prick in her, his thin rump cheeks pushing slowly but firmly. Looking at the gathered men, some now with wet dwindled cocks, but a few still hard, or hard again, he spoke. "What say you? Perhaps I can fetch another spend from her? You think the sheriff's woman's well-basted cunt can squeeze again with vigour?" "Aye!" shouted the men. "Give her a good ride!" said Roger. Will smiled and looked straight at the sheriff. "Your wife will never be the same," he said, as the sheriff flinched. Will began a long slow grind into her, taking his time, pausing often with his balls deeply buried in her cunt to play with Mary's breasts or nibble on her white neck, until it was red from the attention. Sometimes he would pull out almost completely, until his cockhead was just barely in her lips, then rub it teasingly over her swollen button. From time to time he would call out his sensations. "Ahh, she's gripping me good now!" or "I can feel my cock's head hitting the top of her womb!" He would wiggle his hips to accentuate his pleasure in front of the sheriff. Mary's face had begun to redden again, her hands and legs pulling against the hempen rope holding them still. Will ploughed slowly, in a side to side manner, his rump cheeks squeezing hard. The men saw Mary's legs pulling on the ropes, as she tried to grind her hips back into Will's pressure. Will's face took on a determined look, and he laid himself fully on Mary, his hips now thrusting fiercely. Mary gave out a smothered cry, biting down again on her lip, her hips quivering, and Will began his final series of plunges up her, faster and faster until he let out a great long low guttural yell of triumph and humped his sperme into her. Even after his last thrust, he kept his hips quietly moving, as if to plug her cunt thoroughly full. Finally he withdrew, his cock slopping out, to a great cheer from the men. "Ah, she liked that well enough!" said Henry. "Well buttered it is!" Mary indeed was a sight. Robin noted how red her cheeks were, and there were marks on her neck from Will's teeth, as he had apparently bitten down on her when in the throes of his final thrusts, and some red marks on her hips from the variety of strong men who had pushed themselves into her. Besides Robin's and the sheriff's, only one cock was left that had not yet found its way inside Mary. Its owner, a fellow names Thomas, made his way over to Mary's crotch. He had a short thick cock, with the kind of cockskin that always looked like it choked the cockhead like a too tight collar. He was a middle-sized lad, with broad shoulders and dark curling hair. He paused at Mary's crotch and from his expression, Robin perceived he was having second thoughts about entering her. Indeed her groin hair was wet and matted down, and as well used as any cunt the men had ever seen, sperme leaking out from its entrance. Thomas made a face and circled his way to Mary's head, where he unceremoniously dropped his cockhead into Mary's waiting mouth. Very little attention from her licking made it apparent that he was likely to take his pleasure quickly, and with a grimace he pulled off, his cock like a rod, wet and stiff. He stood there, with a hand on his tool, with a look of utter bewilderment on his face. It was Will who finally said, "Frig yourself so your seed spills on her!" An evil look came over Thomas' face. Turning so that he faced the sheriff, he sidled up next to Mary, and began to slowly pull on his tool, his cockhead just above one of her breasts. The tight cockskin wouldn't slide easily over his engorged cockhead, now all red and pointed, but his entire prick was wet from Mary's mouth, and slick in his hands. He pulled on it with one hand, his other cradling his balls, and took great delight in showing his oncoming pleasure to the sheriff. With a few short powerful pulls, he showered her chest with his sperme, the last spurts oozing out in dribbling ribbons. Robin felt Marian's fingers on his haunches, soft and exciting, but he judged it time to depart. "Before we leave," he began, facing the men. "One or two more things." They looked up. Robin directed them to untie the sheriff, which they did despite some puzzlement. "Thomas, head over by that grove of alders," said Robin. "I think I remember a patch of nettles there. Go bring me a good handful." Thomas looked at his hands, clearly reluctant to touch the irritating weeds. "Here, use this," said Robin, exasperated, removing the sheriff's shirt so he was entirely naked, and tossed it over. While Thomas was off on his nettle harvest, Robin had the men prepare a different resting place for the sheriff. Robin had him placed on his back on the ground, with his legs thrown over the log that Mary was on, some feet from her. Thus his ankles were staked and tied on one side of the log, his legs making a curve over the trunk, while his back would lie flat against the ground on the other side. It was an uncomfortable position, and one that gave him little chance to move. Thomas had returned and they put the mass of nettles under the sheriff's back, "for bedding" said Robin, and had the sheriff's hands tied together and above him on the ground and staked. With his legs elevated and arms extended, it was almost impossible for the sheriff to avoid contact with the stinging weeds, and the men enjoyed seeing him squirm upon them. "Well done," Robin admired the work. "One last thing before we leave." "Will," he said, "frig the sheriff until he spends." Will gave him a look that was resentful and almost angry, but Robin continued. "I want his seed spilled on his belly. It will attract flies while we are gone," he said, and a couple of the men sniggered. "And by feeling his sperme come forth, he will triply remember this day. Never again will he enjoy his wife the same. Every time, for months to come, when his rod grows hard, he will think back to this day and when his just reward was delivered unto him." The men nodded. It took surprisingly little effort to coax sperme from the sheriff. Will was not gentle with the sheriff's tool, but it had been hard most of the afternoon. He pulled on the loose cockskin with a vengeance, kneading the sheriff's balls with his other hand. It was hard to tell if the sheriff's frantic body movements were a result of the coming spend, or an attempt to raise himself off the stinging nettles. Will paused at times, letting the sheriff's stiff rod slap down on his belly, and playing over the cockhead with his fingers. "You would have used this against my Marian," Robin muttered. "May your seed always from now be cursed, your spending painful and most disturbed." Will spat on his hand and made the sheriff's cock slick. He went at his task with quickened effort. Soon a shower of thin white gruel shot from the sheriff's rod, making little puddles on his belly. The sheriff's face was contorted, much to Little John's amusement. Will wiped his hand on the sheriff's chest, leaving a smear of sperme amongst his thick body hair. Robin's Revenge "Wait, before we go," said skinny Henry. He made his way to Mary, dropping his half rigid prick into her mouth for a good tonguing. When hard, he walked over to a position above the sheriff, his legs astride his head, and proceeded to frig himself over him, until he shot several thin ribbons of sperme out on the sheriff's belly, to join the other pools of sperme already there. Robin surveyed the scene of his captives, the pair of them, clothing gone, exposed and restrained, both with globs of sperme about their torsos. Whoever came to rescue the two later that day would get quite an eyeful. "Should we bind their mouths?" asked Will. "No need," said Robin. "They can make as much noise as they like, and they might have things to say to each other." John laughed at this. "No one will hear them until quite close by, and this meadow is remote enough that no one will come for some time." Quickly the group gathered up their gear, put on their clothes and departed. Robin and Marian went on one horse with Will and Roger mounted on their own horses to the north, the rest of the men scattering on foot back to their homes in the eastern part of Sherwood Forest. ***** There is a second act to this tale, of a quite different nature, which I may post if interest is sufficient.