Robinn The Hood With The Ganstas

Robinn' the Hood with the Gansta's

When the tables are turned, so are the robbed!

M(oral) preamble: All characters depicted here exceed the age of 18, no Bronies were harmed in the making of this treatise.

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Robin was a slightly buxom young maiden blessed with the gift of a big cock, as were the majority of her entourage of marauding Merry Gangsta's. Together they would relieve noble persons of their lusts, along with their cumbersome worldly possessions. They quite literally took their pussies, cocks, tits, mouths and their favorite, booties.

"Okay laddies and ladies" exclaimed Robin "today we hear tell of a carriage caravan stuffed with elite bourgeoisie and their equally fat wallets" which was followed by muted cackles from the ragtag bunch "we're gonna pounce on 'em from out the Great Gulge hiding stones" roars from the crowded mass ensue "then we pounce on 'em with our big bulges and cracks" the roars become louder.

She continues "Let me remind you all that priority #1 is the gold, THEN the celebrations. I'm sure ALL of you know the drill, and it's NOT to drill until we strike oil, then we can gush ourselves all we like" uproarious guffaws follow the lascivious entendre.

Suddenly a heckling chide emanates from the crowd "Hey Robin what's a pirate's favorite letter?"

"Arrrrrr" says Robin with a grin shared with the "audience" as they boo her corny response.

"We ride within the hour, take your positions, so we can position THEM in the manner we choose" this evokes the loudest of cheers "let us prepare forthwith" and the troupe busies themselves for onslaught, kinda!

The roughians gather with their leader behind the large stone framing the narrowing of the pass. They crouch down and only whisper.

"Dang, Friar Tucked when you squat I can see your tiny balls and fat asshole peeking under your robe" says one of the horniest amongst the banditos "hope they got one like you I could stick or else I'm jumpin' you tonight."

Friar's only reply is a scowl.

"Shhhh you want to blow this or what?" demands Robin "and no one say nothin' about blowin'' she admonished when noticing the haughty chuckles from the troupe.

At once Maid Marian quietly says "they're here!" then the drum of horses and the squeaking gyration of wooden wheels is heard, signaling her to jump quickly in the middle of the dusty highway and wave her arms in distress.

"Help, these, whatever they are, are trying to capture me and bring me into their hidden den of iniquity. Help me please!" feigns Marian as the wagon train of wig donning gentry comes to a screeching halt.

A male wig in the lead car pokes his head out the swinging door and declares "I say, NOT so young maiden, remove your being from the path, we have not a second to spare for your predicament. Besides, such a venerated maiden as yourself can ill afford to scoff the fortuitous advances of ANY man!"

Marian smirks at the thought of a "pre-dick-ament" and says to herself "you have no idea" and proceeds to saunter towards the carriage of noble "wannabe's."

The miffed gentry begin to slowly exit their transports and stare with bug eyes at Marian, who is removing an article of cloth with each pace. She's down to ruffled bloomers by the time she reaches the first driver. She suggestively smiles at him and stands akimbo. The lady passengers quickly yank their partners back to the coaches with disgust at their beau's gawking sleepwalk.

From the rear charges the rest of the gang and they mount the carriage running boards with pistols blazing at the hapless passengers. Simultaneously they declare "stand and deliver, your precious goods and your garments. ALL of both, please" and the occupants reluctantly file out.

"Very well. Please deposit your pounds, notes, bad checks, anything into the chests which have been placed before you for your convenience" says Robin "and, oh yes, your personal articles should be deposited into the sacks to be graciously donated to the village destitute. They thank you for your generosity in advance. Now do it!"

Slowly the captured divest themselves of both their valuables and clothing into the designated depositories, all the while riveted to the weapons whose business ends are but an arm's length away. While they hesitantly remove their garments each rogue of the horde licks their lips in anticipation of claiming their choicest victims: some of them will be men, some women, some only one at a time and some all at once. They arrange the objects of their trysts in a line front to back.

Friar puts two buff looking well hung men up front, the pair of women to serve him as a mere lezzie show for his entertainment, they being of no further value of sexual exploitation to him. Jamal, the tall dark member of the clan, aligns his musings into pairs of women and men. He envisions the former to be mounting on top of him and placing their pussies and asses on his face for oral servicing, the latter to give themselves handjobs on the sideline.

Bridgitte decides just the opposite and will have her girls lick her clitoris and fondle her breasts while that carriage's captive men will alternate fucking her ass. Samson, Sammy as he's better known, dribbles at the thought of his elder guy sucking his dick while his mistress sucks his asshole. Then he will reverse roles and eat the hairy snatched buxom senior's pussy and asshole as the older gent fucks his butt hole in missionary.

The gang leader, Robin, herself a shemale, will line up her coach's three young men side by side in doggy and issue a few pumps of her endowment into their unsuspecting assholes in succession, then make them put their faces together while she cums all over them. She's not particularly keen on their mother's participation and offers her to Marian "Yo Mar, got an extra old chick for ya here" to which the mother grimaces.

"I'll take her, thanks, could use a fluffer to soften up these tightwads," says Marian.

Gang members Scar, an Asian Honduran, and the Spanish Moor shemale Mercedes in the last car conduct their typical game of best out of 3 rock, paper, scissors. The winner will get first choice of their coach's mixed pair of subjugates. It's not surprising to find the contest superfluous, as Merc always picks women, Scar the gents, which they eventually switch with each other anyway. The statuesque Mercedes just loves to ream assholes hard from above while the squat male Scar prefers mutual oral.

All the abductees by now have been stripped of their wears and wares. Hairy pussies and balls, large and small breasts, juicy and sparse behinds, and long and short penises become fully available for plunder. Robin H. gives the tacit signal for the gang to start having their way with their playthings by advancing towards hers.

"Okay mama's boyz, all fours, shoulder to shoulder, youngest blondie you're in the middle" barks Robin, and she reaches into her satchel for the whale oil to dribble along the lads' butts. She loves watching the juice slough down their cracks, past their assholes and form suspended drops on the underside of their goose bumped balls.

The boyz looked back in trepidation "not to worry, young dudes, you're going to like what's about to do to ya's."

They all audibly gasp as Robin releases "the Kraken" behind her loincloth. But, after their initial shock they begin to stare longingly at her appendage to the point of near salivation. Robin gives a crooked smile before positioning herself above the leftmost youngin' while holding her meaty cock pointed down at his nubile asshole. She sinks her body into a squat and hits her mark. She softly sighs and sees her first young man raise his head to usher his own gasp of pleasure.

Meanwhile, Maid Marian gives a passionate kiss to their mother while twerking the woman's nipple. At first mom is taken aback at Marian's aggression, but slowly yields her lips and tongue. Marian responds to the surrender by swirling her tongue inside mom's mouth and cradling the back of her neck with a hand. The mother purrs at the acceptance of her submissive station.

Friar is already is full panting as he takes the dark haired man in a doggy position. The fairer of his two man ho's has his eyes riveted to his own fingers digging into Friar's ample bottom as it oscillates in and out of his male companion. The bottom's cock is at full mast so Friar grabs a hold of it and pumps his fist along its girthy shaft. Both raise their heads in rapture.

The two gals accompanying these poor men are embraced in heavenly 69, having finally been able, by "force", to make love to the other as they have discussed countless times in secrecy. They hungrily lap at one another's juicy cunts. The sapphic display is sufficient to stir the penis of the man taking Friar's stubby prick. The other gent is stroking his shaft while mesmerized at the winking asshole of his male friend on all fours

Bridgitte directs one of her women to tongue lavish her cunny from below. The woman holds fast onto her ass cheeks to spread them for one of the guys to fuck. "Bridge" then attends to the other gal's sopping pussy, exposed to the fullest by her legs being impossibly spread wide to accept Bridge's alternately darting and broad licking tongue.

Jamal's ladies have quickly assembled themselves upon him, one impaled on his dark meat and the other writhing atop his face as he licks her from clit to crack. The sideshow men are trading blowjobs.

Scar is pummeling herself on top of a very well endowed mister. Mercedes is busy doing the same to his mrs on fours. The couple have been arranged so as to allow wifey to lean down and kiss hubby while both are being fucked on the other end.

Sammy is busy being plowed on his back by the old timer while sucking the old woman's squatting pussy. Sammy suddenly rises and jumps on her. She's delighted to be manhandled by someone other than her aging husband. The old bugger is doing just that to Sammy as he ravages his wife.

The mother of 3 glares at Robin rotating between the asses she fucks "Hey! Get off on someone else's loving sons, I'm the only one who can ever fuck them" she says to Robin with venom.

"You wish, old woman, it is I who initiated their pristine butt holes!" laughs Robin, along with the rest of her crew.

At that comment, mom's maternal instinct, or envy, ignites her rush Robin. Caught almost off guard Robin jumps off the tall boy she's impaling and out of mom's way. With her eyes ablaze the boy's mother tackles Robin. This evokes guffaws from her crew, further infuriating mom.

The two women begin to tussle for dominance, but mom is not a worthy opponent against Robin's strength. Robin gains the superior position and pins the jealous mom's hands to the ground and smiles smugly down at her.

"Who's the bitch now, mommy dearest?" exclaims Robin.

In a surprise move mom puts Robin in a leg lock and flips on top, but with her head towards Robin's feet. Mom then stares longingly at Robbins cock and violently latches onto it with her mouth.

The entire crowd yields a laughing spell until Jamal chides in with "I guess you da bitch now, Ro."

Friar temporarily pauses his oral milking of the two men at his disposal and says "should have turned the other cheek, brother" to which more chuckles are emitted.

Robin meanwhile has yielded her advantage over mom and dives into her thick and fertile delta. The two go at it like long lost lovers. That is until the boyz apparently come to their mothers aid, but instead, one lifts mom up on her hands and knees and proceeds to anal fuck her as he has done countless times at home since reaching adulthood. Another of her boyz sticks his stick in mom's waiting mouth with well practiced swiftness. This familiar enactment of spit roasting here has the added dynamic of forcefulness and exhibitionism.

Feeling bad for them leaving the 3rd wheel so frustrated, Scar removes her mouth from her female pet's asshole and places it on the youth's rock hard long-staff and inhales him vigorously. It takes no time at all for the laddy to splatty over Scar's face and tits. She has her own shower of love and orgasms violently at having her protruding nips bathed in copious young cum.

By now the whole camp is loudly moaning its rapture in unison and heralding imminent mass orgasm. Jamal is the next to cum, with her pole lodged in a husband's ass while being skewered by hubby's bff, then issues his own effluent upon J's taut and shiny ass cheeks.

At that same moment Friar Tucked has a cock in each hand and rigorously rubbing their tips' sensitive undersides. He alternates that with placing both cocks in his mouth and flicking his fat tongue about their frenums. Perfectly synchronized twin "O's" erupt all over Friar, that is, ALL over! The scene ignites their lady's passions as well, and they complete their multiple mutual come upins by finger frigging each other.

Bridgitte is on the cusp of ignition from being DP'd by her men, cousins actually, in reverse cowgirl with her twat on who's below her, and butt fucked by his cousin above. The latter's hips are perched atop her ass and roughly jamming her asshole with his long slim cock. His cousin has a perfect closeup view of his ass and takes advantage of the opportunity by gently squeezing his ball sac and thumb poking his asshole.

The girl-cousin and aunt are taking turns licking the male cousin's ass fucking ass. When the lady relations can't stand another second without cumming they assume tribbing by having "cuz" on top standing over aunty in head over heels position on the grass. Aunty is being practically jump humped by her sister's daughter and comes first with a bucket load of juice. She screams as best as she can while being bent forwards facing up. The girl-cousin seriously grinds her engorged clitoris against her aunt and cums with a wail.

Robin is the last to cum, as per usual, once assured that all the others have been sated. She's in missionary holding her split bent legs tightly around the eldest bro's torso. The middle one has been hovering his dick above Robin's face begging her to suck. He's enjoying shallowly inserting past Robins pursed lips to provide maximum tip and ridge stimulation. He cums in her mouth soon after.

Robin lets the middle boy's spent cock drop from her mouth and opens hers with a thunderous yell of satisfaction. The boy fucking her smartly keeps pumping into her despite spending his own spunk just to give her max multi-O's. "Mother has taught these guys real good" she thinks.

With the last cannon fire from Robin the entire field of fuckers, including the "robb-ees", resoundly clap and whistle. Robin smiles victoriously at herself for another caper well played. The sweat and cum drenched all hug each other in congratulations. It's quite tender.

"Here ye, hear ye" Robin announces "thanks for the great time one and all. Tomorrow we donate half of your good tokens to the orphan's charity, the other half on drink and new costumes" all clap "and let me just say that I love you all, except maybe Tucked, and hope you'll join us for another adventure. Next time it's a deserted island theme, like in 'Lord of the Flies!'"

At last everyone departs to their respective motor transport and waves goodbye with a grin. The Merry Gangsta's, too, take their leave and relax in the hot spring pool together, and suck each other goodnight one last time before bed.

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Hope y'all enjoyed this read as much as I did composing it. L8r, fellow perv's...