Message-ID: <20910asstr$942217801@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <19991026011414.351.qmail@hotmail.com> X-Originating-IP: [216.164.152.50] From: "Ann Douglas" Subject: {ASSM} {GALAGO} The Erotic Adventures Of Robin Hood (Ann Douglas) 3/4 X-Post-Date: Tue, 26 Oct 1999 01:14:09 GMT Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; format=flowed Date: Wed, 10 Nov 1999 02:10:01 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: assm-admin The Erotic Adventures Of Robin Hood by Ann Douglas (ann_douglas@hotmail.com) Part Three Leaning forward, Robyn pressed her lips against Marian’s and kissed her. The Maids reaction was first that of shock, of a desire to pull away. Then as she became more aware of the soft warmth of Robyn’s mouth against her own, her heart began to react. Years before, while still with the Sisters, a much younger Marian had enjoyed the friendly caress of another girl in their care. The duo had shared precious moments of privacy easing each other’s solitude. It had been years since those encounters, but on cold and lonely nights, the memory was never far from Marian’s thoughts. Robyn leaned back a moment after the kiss, giving Marian time to react. When no comment was forthcoming, she leaned forward and kissed her again, this time with more passion. As their lips met, Marian reacted to the pressure of Robyn’s tongue against her mouth by opening her lips and letting it slide inside. Encouraged, Robyn slid her hand under the dress Marian had covered herself with and cupped the brunette’s breasts. She was pleased to find it was warm to the touch, a further indication of the younger woman’s excitement. She spread out her fingers, rubbing Marian’s thick nipple to a stiff hardness. “You like this don’t you.?” Robin asked softly as she pressed a brief third kiss against Marian’s cheeks. “Yes.” Marian replied almost too softly to hear. The admission came hard for her. “I had a feeling you still did.” Robyn went on. “What?” Marian said in a much louder voice as she abruptly pulled back. Robyn laughed a little laugh. “You don’t remember me, do you?” she said. “Should I?” Marian asked, feeling a little defensive all of the sudden. “I recognized you right a way,” Robin said, “The moment I saw you riding with Sir Guy. If anything, I think you’ve grown even more beautiful.” The woman in green paused for a moment to allow Marian time to think. She had already given her a small clue by alluding to Marian having grown since she’s last seen her. A long minute passed, but still Marian couldn’t place the short haired girl. “I guess I looked a lot different back then.” Robyn said. “Besides, I don’t think you had eyes for anyone but Juliana . Hearing the name of her long ago love opened a dam in Marian’s memory. Images of the night she last saw Juliana flooded her mind. “Blessed Mother, now I remember you!” Marian exclaimed. “You where at the Convent of Saint Ann with us!” Of all the memories of Juliana that Marian held dear, the one she had buried deepest was that of the night they had been discovered together by the Reverend Mother and Sister Catherine. As had been their practice, they had waited until the Sisters finished their rounds and had retired to their own cells. Then Juliana would sneak out of her room and join Marian in hers. That fateful night, Marian had not been feeling well, complaining of having chills from the drafty cell. Rather than spend an hour or two with her love and then returning to her own room, Juliana had insisted that she stay with Marian and help keep her warm. Naked, she had climbed under the thin cover they were all given and pressed their bodies together, adding her body heat to Marian’s. She reassured her friend that she would return to her own room before the Sisters rang the bell for morning prayers. Tragically, they were so comfortable together that they fell into a deep sleep. Wrapped in each other’s arms, they slept right through the morning bells. Noticing their absence in the Chapel, Sister Catherine and the Reverend Mother had gone to look for them. Finding the two of them naked in Marian’s bed, the Reverend Mother had pronounced them Spawns of Satan and directed that they both be punished severely. Sister Catherine was more than happy to provide instant punishment in the form of the riding crop she always carried. Many of the girls had felt its sting when their mind wandered in class or they failed to meet her standards. It was said, if not too loudly, that the old Sister enjoyed it’s use too much. A sinful pleasure that seemed to increase with the pain of those girls on the receiving end. With a religious fever in her eyes, Sister Catherine had proceeded to trash at the two girls with all of her considerable strength. Despite the young girls cry for mercy, mixed with those of pain, the Reverend Mother mearly turned blind eyes to Sister Catherine’s excess and mouthed prayers of deliverance for their souls. “Leave them alone!” a loud voice had suddenly shouted from the open doorway. Sister Catherine paused for a moment as all eyes turned to the sound of the voice. There, standing in the doorway was another of their charges. Older than either Marian or Juliana, the girl had long auburn hair that stretched down to her waist. She was less endowed then either of the other girls as well. Dressed in a simple cloth, she seemed only set apart from a teenage boy her age by the long hair. Neither of the girls knew much about their deliverer except that she was supposed to be the daughter of some minor Saxon Noble and had heard some of the Nuns constantly refer to her as a troublemaker. “I said leave them alone!” the girl repeated as she stepped inside. “This is none of your concern. You should be in Chapel with the others, praying that God show you the error of your prideful ways. I think you should return there.” Reverend Mother had said, adding. “Unless you care to share their punishment.” The new arrival looked past the Reverend Mother to the two naked girls huddled together on the bed. She could see the red marks Sister Catherine had already inflicted upon them. “This will not go well for you if you continue to interfere.” Reverend Mother continued. “These girls have committed an abomination in the eyes of God and must be punished.” “All they’ve committed is an act of friendship and caring.” The proud girl said, standing her ground. “And if you really believe it to be an abomination, then perhaps you should inquire more carefully into the habits of the others in your Order before you condemn them.” The Reverend Mother was taken aback by the accusation. More so because it was true as she well knew. “I’m warning you...” Reverend Mother said, changing the subject. “You are risking the damnation of your soul if you continue to interfere. Not that it would take much more for your damnation in light of your exploits thus far.” “And I’m warning you,” the girl said defiantly. “You’re risking a lot more if you continue.” Reverend Mother couldn’t ignore such a direct challenge to her authority. Turning to Sister Catherine, she motioned for her to continue the punishment. Then she returned her gaze to the sackcloth garbed girl to show her she hadn’t been impressed with her bravado. But the girl wasn’t there. When Reverend Mother had given Sister Catherine leave to continue, the girl had moved forward and swung out at the hand in with Sister Catherine held her instrument of pain. A small knife that the girl had somehow managed to hide on her person flashed in the early light, drawing blood across the older woman’s hand, causing her to drop her crop. Sister Catherine’s scream split the morning air. The noise of that cry caught the attention of others on the way back from Chapel and soon footsteps could be heard in the halls beyond. The interruption also gave Marian the strength to gather her composure and exert what authority she suddenly knew she had. “I am,” she began hesitantly. “The ward of King Richard!” she then shouted. “And there will be no more of this.” The increasing sound of footsteps and the thought of this matter being brought to the attention of the King was enough for Reverend Mother to decide that she had to put an end to this as quickly as possible. There would be other ways to punish all involved. Marian was returned to the Court, never to see Juliana again. She had cried the night she learned that her friend had been married off to some French Count to secure a trade deal. But those tears were naught compared to those she’d shed when she’d learned Juliana had died of the fever that had swept France two years later. It was a pain she still carried, made bearable only by the memory of their time together. As for the young woman who had saved her and Juliana that morning, Marian never even had the chance to learn her name. By the noon meal, she had disappeared from the Convent. When she had asked about her, the Sisters would not even acknowledge she had existed. It was rumored that she had run away to avoid the vengeance of the Reverend Mother, but Marian feared that she might have somehow suffered from that wrath. “Merciful Mother,” Marian exclaimed as she dropped the dress she had been holding against her body and threw her arms around Robyn. “I am so happy to see you. I so much wanted to tell you how thankful I was for your help that day. You saved our lives.” “Well I don’t think your lives were really in danger,” Robyn said, very aware of the large naked mounds pressing against her own cloth covered ones. “But I wasn’t about to just stand there and let that witch beat you.” “Well, we thought she was going to kill us.” Marian said. The mention of ‘we’ made Robyn think of Juliana. “I heard about Juliana from some travelers to my father’s house.” Robyn said. “I know she meant a lot to you. In fact I was quite envious when I saw the two of you together. Those Nuns might not have noticed, but I knew there was something between you two the moment I saw you. I guess that was because I wished it was me you looked at that way.” Marian couldn’t help but think that suddenly this indestructible warrior woman seemed very vulnerable indeed. “You mean the way I’m looking at you right now?” she asked with a smile. “It’s getting real late, and not just a bit cold.” Robyn said, looking back into Marian’s eyes. “Maybe you should get dressed and we can get back to the camp.” Suddenly aware of the chill the encroaching night had brought, Marian thought it strange she hadn’t felt it before. She quickly put her dress back on. “Is there somewhere else we can go?” Marian asked Robyn as she helped tie up her laces. “Somewhere were it can be just the two of us?” Without answering, Robyn took Marian’s hand in hers and led her up a different path than the one she’d come down. The sounds of the small village could be heard off to the right, sounds of merriment and song. She was sure Sir Guy hated every minute of it. The path led them to a small hut, not much different than those she had seen on Friar Tuck’s tour this afternoon. The only real difference seemed to be that it was all alone in the forest. Once inside, Robyn quickly made up a roaring fire in the hearth, filling the chamber with pleasing warmth. Marian sat on a fur covered bed and watched Robin hang a pot over the fire. Looking about the small house, Marian realized just how wrong her earlier idea that Robin Hood kept the riches they’d gained had been. Back home, the lowest servant lived in better quarters. “I usually eat alone most nights,” Robyn explained. “John’s wife drops off a pot of whatever she was making for dinner. I’m sure there’s enough for two, there usually is. It shouldn’t take long to heat up.” “I sure it will be fine.” Marian said as she watched her. “Of course it’s not much compared to the feast they are having for Sir Guy and the Sheriff.” Robyn said as she stirred the pot. “You can still join them if you want.” “I’d rather stay here with you.” Marian answered as she rose from the bed and took the large spoon from Robyn’s hand. “Here, let me make that for you.” Stirring the mixture of meat and vegetables, Marian reflected how natural it felt to cook for Robyn. She couldn’t imagine herself doing this for Sir Guy or any man. But for the woman across the room it seemed the right thing to do. “This looks to be almost ready.” Marian said as she realized that it only had to be heated up. “This should go well with the meal.” Robyn said as she produced a bottle from a chest at the foot of her bed. “The finest from the cellars of the Duke of Kenshire. At least the finest that he made the error of shipping through Sherwood.” she laughed. Using some plates that sat on a shelf over the fire, Marian served both Robyn and herself. With no chairs or tables, they sat across from each other on the straw covered floor. Robyn had also poured each of them a goblet of the wine. The wine was fine indeed, she thought as she took a sip of it, highly potent as well. The food was simple fare yet equally delicious. She told Robyn that she would have to give John’s wife her compliments. “I’ve not had a meal this delicious in the King’s dining hall.” Marian complimented as she took another bite. “Well just looking at Little John you know his wife has to be a great cook.” Robyn replied as she took a piece of bread and soaked it in the gravy. “Can you cook?” she unexpectedly asked Marian. Taken off guard by the question, Marian said no somewhat embarrassed. “That’s OK, neither can I.” Robyn laughed. “Would you like more wine?” Marian looked down and realized that she’d already finished her original portion of the heady drink. She held it out for Robyn to refill. As they ate and drank, the two continued to talk and Marian learned more about Robyn’s life after leaving Saint Ann’s. Far from being angry about her having run away from the Convent School, Sir Robert had been proud of his daughter having stood up to what she perceived as a form of tyranny. He had only sent her there at the urging of the local priest, a last chance to turn her into the lady her Mother would’ve wanted her to be. Sir Robert, always a rebel in his own heart as well, saw much of himself in his daughter. Instead of sending her off to another Convent School, he instead hired the finest tutors to educate her. Since he also allowed her a choice in what she wanted to learn, many of the lessons were those he would have also taught to a son. In return, Robyn learned how Prince John had promised Marian, being a Royal Ward, in marriage to Sir Guy. A fate she considered less preferable than throwing herself off one of Castle Nottingham’s turrets. In time, the distant sounds of laughter from the encampment faded and Robyn noted the late hour. It had been a day both long and highly eventful. Robyn took the lead this time, taking the plates and washing them off in a large pale of water near the fire. Then she set them back on the shelf to dry. Marian meanwhile, turned down the large furs that covered the bed. Once that was done, she quickly removed her dress and stood naked in the firelight. Robyn looked up at her from the fireplace and smiled appreciatively. Walking to Marian’s side, Robyn began to undo her own clothing but the nude woman placed a hand on top of hers, gently pulling it away. “Please let me.” she whispered. Robyn took her hand kissed her gently. Then she let Marian take her time in undoing her clothing. As she exposed each piece of skin beneath the forest green, Marian kissed the bare flesh. First Robyn’s neck, then her shoulders, and finally her small breasts. Marian placed a hand across each small globe, noting that they were small in stature but large in perfection. Bright pink nipples topped equally bright areola, surrounded in turn by flawless white skin. Her own breasts might be larger in size but she thought not as beautiful. Feeling like the schoolgirl suddenly rewarded with a new prize, she kissed each nipple, paying with each for a moment with her tongue. Then she continued to disrobe the older girl, finding that Robyn’s reddish brown forest was as abundant as her darker one. Finally, they were both as naked as newborn babes. They stood for a few minutes before the fire, holding each other hand in hand. “I think I have fallen in love with you.” Marian said as she held Robyn tightly in hand. “Now you have been my deliverer twice.” “We will talk of love in the morning,” Robyn said as she kissed Marian once more. “When our heads are clear and our hearts are still. But for now the night is ours, to share as we wish.” Robyn draped Marian across the bed, then laid down across her. Their lips locked with an intensity they had only hinted at before. Flesh pressed against flesh as both their breasts and pubic mounds collided. Tongues played an erotic ballet, moving from mouth to mouth. Robyn began to work her way downward across Marian’s ample breasts. She covered them with kisses, alternating with soft love bites. In spite the meal they had just consumed, she felt famished. A hunger that could only be filled by the woman beneath her. Her hands, massaging the supple flesh and feeling the hardness of Marian’s nipples, now joined her mouth. She guided each of them in turn between her lips, exploring each with the tip of her tongue. A soft moan from Marian’s own lips was Robyn’s reward. A reward she greatly valued. Downward she went, across Marian’s stomach and down to her waist. She paused at her mound, inhaling the sweat aroma of her sex. Sliding her hand under Marian’s bottom, Robyn pressed her face into the deep brunette valley, reaching out with her tongue to caress the deep grove in the center of it all. An even louder moan from Marian filled the night as Robyn’s tongue brushed lightly against the younger woman’s clit. It was the first time anyone had touched her there in that way. Marian spread her legs even wider to give Robyn greater access. The fragrance that had greeted Robyn grew stronger as she slid an extended finger up within the depths of Marian’s passion, a movement that sent even greater ripples of delight through her prone body. As Robyn’s tongue continued to play an erotic symphony upon Marian’s clit, a second finger joined the first. The sensations all this attention to her womanhood produced had been ones Marian hadn’t felt for far too long. She reached down and grasped the back of Robyn’s head, running her nimble fingers through her short locks. Her body began to quiver and quake under the dual assault and she pressed down to hold Robyn’s tongue in place. It was a superfluous effort though as nothing short of an assault by hordes of Prince John’s men was going to keep Robyn from her task. A final thrust of Robyn’s skillful tongue and fingers sent Marian over the edge. Her body tensed for a moment, then exploded. The waves of her eruption bursting across her body. For all Marian’s trashing about as the sapphic orgasm overtook her, Robyn never paused or stopped her ministrations. The result being the longest orgasm that Marian could remember. It seemed as if it would never stop. Finally of course it did, but it was long heartbeats before Marian realized it. By the time she did, Robyn had already worked her way back up Marian’s body, once more probing the inner recesses of her lover’s mouth with her tongue. This time, Marian could taste a new sensation in Robyn’s mouth, the flavor of her own orgasm. The two women shared the ambrosia of their joining until there was none left. Ann Douglas Web Page http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Ann_Douglas/www/ ASSTR Donation Page http://www.asstr-mirror.org/donations.html ********************************************************* Comments are the life blood of any amateur writer, the currency in which they are paid. It only takes a few minutes to send off a few lines, which is little to ask for in exchange for hours spent creating a story. So be sure to take those few minutes, it can only result in more and better stories in the future. ********************************************************* ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com -- If you enjoyed this work, take a moment to email the author. Your comments are their only payment. 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