Message-ID: <20911asstr$942217801@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <19991026011709.41902.qmail@hotmail.com> X-Originating-IP: [216.164.152.50] From: "Ann Douglas" Subject: {ASSM} {GALAGO} The Erotic Adventures Of Robin Hood (Ann Douglas) 4/4 X-Post-Date: Tue, 26 Oct 1999 01:17:06 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 Four Exhausted and exhilarated at the same time, Marian rolled Robyn onto her back. Her hands and eager mouth sought out Robyn’s smaller breasts. Covering the tiny globes with all the affection she could muster, she greedily took Robin’s pert nipples into her mouth like a hungry baby. “Oh yes,” Robin moaned with delight as she laid back her head and closed her eyes. Marian continued to suck gently on the pink nibs, covering them with her kisses. Her hands glided up and down Robyn’s body as she maintained contact with her breasts, adding a digital massage to the oral one. Finally, unable to wait any longer, she quickly moved down to Robyn’s sex. Parting the lips with her outstretched fingers, Marian saw that the other woman was gifted with what she knew had to be an oversized clit. The way it stuck out and drew attention to itself was a godsend to someone who really wasn’t sure of what she was doing. Pressing her face hard between Robyn’s legs, Marian wrapped her lips around the bright pink button. Carefully, she stroked it with her tongue, hoping she was doing it right. “Yes, oh yes,” Robyn panted as if she could sense Marian’s uncertainty. Encouraged, Marian pressed harder, running her tongue back and forth. Remembering how Robyn had used her fingers, Marian tried to duplicate the gestures. While it was impossible for her to repeat the familiarity she had with her own womanhood, it was obvious from the reaction of Robyn’s body that Marian wasn’t doing too bad. Wrapped up in her desire to bring Robyn the same pleasure that the older girl had visited upon her, Marian found it funny that she suddenly thought of the serving girl Jane and the rumors of her performing heathen sexual practices. Thinking of what she was doing right now, and of how wonderful it had felt when performed on her, she decided that those heathens might just be on to something. Faster and faster Marian drove her fingers in and out of Robyn, knowing how good it felt when she did it to herself. She tried, at the same time, to keep pace with her tongue. She wasn’t as practiced as Robyn obviously was, but it was enough to get the job done. She could hear the pulse of Robyn’s breaths becoming sharper and closer together. The harder she pressed her face into Robyn’s sex, the more Marian realized she could smell her approaching climax as well. Like every other aspect of her body, even the aroma of her desire seemed to be building to an eruption. Marian didn’t have long to consider this new discovery as Robyn’s body convulsed much as hers had done such a short time before. Like Robyn, Marian was also treated to a generous sample of the fruits of orgasm. Fruits Marian discovered had a much different taste than her own. While she hadn’t been able to make Robyn’s climax last as long as hers had, Marian still wanted to share the results as hers had been. She quickly returned to Robyn’s mouth and kissed her. Robyn was eager to share in Marian’s gift, practically drawing it from her with her darting tongue. Covered with sweat, the two women laid atop the furs, bathing in the dual warmth of the fire and their bodies. They continued to stroke and caress each other, sharing kisses as they went. Before the dawn, they’d made love twice more. Each time was better than the last. During the quiet pause between one of their lovemaking sessions, Marian and Robyn talked about how unreal it all seemed. Of how lucky they had been that fate had brought them together. “Do you think that if things were different,” Marian asked her heart’s desire as she ran a hand across the contours of Robyn’s breast. “If Robin Hood had truly turned out to be the Earl of Locksley. That I would’ve fell in love with him as well?” “My love,” Robyn replied as she took Marian’s hand and brought it to her lips. “Stories like that only happen in a minstrel’s song.” Both women had laughed, then proceeded to make love once more. The next morning, the entire outlaw band gathered to see off Sir Guy and the Sheriff. Gone was the expensive attire they had worn the day before, replaced by the poorest of garments. Also gone were the fine steeds they had ridden, their place taken by donkeys. The only member of their tiny party who still looked as they did the previous day was Jane. She had elected to return to Nottingham with Gisbourne. She still wore the dress she had borrowed from Marian. “A small band of our men will guide your party to the main road,” Little John was saying as Marian stepped into the clearing. “Of course they will make enough suitable detours that you will not be able to find your way back here. If you do enter this Shire again, you will not leave as easily. Do well to remember that!” “We will not leave without the Lady Marian.” Sir Guy said defiantly. “We have not seen her since yesterday afternoon. Where is she?” “I am right here.” Marian said, ignoring Gisbourne’s title as she stepped into the far edge of the clearing . “Milady, I am so happy to see you safe.” Sir Guy practically gushed as he turned to the sound of her voice. Marian wondering if any of his concern was genuine or merely prompted by the prospect of returning to Nottingham without the gold, Robin Hood’s head or the Royal Ward. It was no matter, she concluded, for he was to leave without all three. “Milady?” Gisbourne asked as Marian moved and stood next to Little John. The reason for Sir Guy’s confusion was the manner of Marian’s dress. Instead of the traveling ensemble she had worn yesterday, Marian now sported a light brown woodsman’s garb. It had taken some quick alterations by one of the camp women to redo one of Robyn’s outfits to fit her more abundant figure. She could tell from the reaction of the men around her that it was still a snug fit. No matter, they all knew whose clothing it had previously been, and who now held her heart. “Jane,” Sir Guy barked to the girl sitting on a donkey behind him. “Return the Lady Marian’s dress to her that she might be attired as befits her station.” “There is no need for that,” Marian interrupted, holding up her hand to prevent the girl from climbing down off her surrogate steed. “Jane may keep that dress, and a few other things as well.” “I do not understand.” Sir Guy said. “I will not be returning to Nottingham.” Marian said, the words bringing a surge of satisfaction to her heart. “I will be staying here with these good people.” “Have you gone mad?” Sir Guy cried out, no longer trying to maintain any semblance of civility. “Mad?” Marian repeated as she pondered the word. “Perhaps I have. If so it is a good kind of madness. The kind that gives you the strength to seek out that which you most desire. Or to do what you know to be right.” “You have gone mad.” Gisbourne concluded. “As I said, it might well be so.” Marian went on. “But it is no longer your concern.” Marian paused for a moment, looking into the woods as if searching for someone. Gisbourne followed her gaze but saw no one. “You have your Maid Marion, Sir Guy.” Marian said, referring to the girl in her clothing. “She will serve you much better in the areas that matter to you than I ever would.” Before Gisbourne could utter another retort, Little John signaled his men to begin leading the donkeys down the road. Marian could see a hateful scorn on Sir Guy’s face as they led them single file past her. On the Sheriff’s, she saw a sense of happiness of just being alive when he thought he’d never see the dawn. Finally, she couldn’t help but smile when she saw the delight on Jane’s face. No longer would she have to live in Marian’s shadow, now she had Sir Guy all to herself. Well she was welcome to him. As the tiny band reached the edge of the clearing and were about to disappear into the forest, Sir Guy took one last look back. He quickly spotted Marian talking to someone in a similar but green outfit. Thinking this might be his only chance to catch a glimpse of the elusive Robin Hood, he pulled the ass he rode to a stop. Cold steel eyes locked on the two, till he realized that the Lady Marian was but talking to some beardless youth. No one of importance at all. A tug from one of Little John’s men prodded them onward once more. Looking forward once more, Sir Guy settled his gaze on Jane in front of him. Perhaps he was well rid of Marian after all. She would never be the pliant plaything that Jane had always been. There were other ways to power than marrying the King’s Ward. Even with the loss of the gold, he still had his position. Prince John might be furious at the loss, but he still needed Sir Guy and the men he commanded. If only as a hedge against the prospect that Richard might one day return. As she watched Gisbourne’s party fade from view, Marian felt Robyn’s arm slide around her. She leaned over and rested her head on her shoulder. A shout of celebration came from the Merry Men. Their leader was happy, as was she. Someday King Richard would indeed return and on that day, their love would extend far beyond Sherwood Forest. END 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. 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