Sherwood Forest Shag – a Jessica the Time Travelling Slut Story [mf] [outdoors] [sci-fi] [historical] [slut]

1190 BCE Britain

“It is SOOOO green!” was Jessica’s first thought, as her eyes opened on a new world, one she would inhabit for the next two hours. She stood up and stretched her lithe, long-legged, overly busty body, which was packed into a dark brown leather bodysuit. She pushed her long auburn hair out of her beautiful blue eyes; and reached down and pulled a leather string out of her pocket, and tied back her hair, letting it cascade down between her slender, muscular shoulders. A long black leather cape hung over her shoulders, tickling her sensitive ass behind her.

Jessica looked around. She was in a thick green forest, with streams of sun flickering through the moving spackle of overhead foliage, tall phallic-looking trees, and below pleasant grass and low bush as far as the eye could see.

Jessica stood alone in the middle of Sherwood Forest in Britain, circa 1190. She knew that she had travelled back to the time and place of the famous English monarch King John, as well as the legendary Robin Hood and his merry men. One of her tasks was to ascertain whether or not bandits such as the mythological Robin Hood actually existed, and if so, to observe details about their lives, their manners, their speech and their habits.

The rules were very simple: nothing metal or synthetic could pass through the portal, and nothing organic such as food or supplies. She couldn’t bring cameras or instruments or knives or guns. She could wear leather, which was the only fabric that would survive a two-way trip into the past.

In two hours the portal would open back up, and she would be sucked back into it to return home. She would try to soak in as much information, make as many observations, and obtain as much data as possible, and then she was going to be headed back to her own century. This was her job.

She again felt a familiar ache in her tits, as the leather tunic rubbed against her braless nipples, and she realized that, as usual, the trip back through time had made her super horny. She could feel the sweet juices from her aroused pussy starting to slowly drip out of her tight pink hole and into her crotch. She was technically supposed to avoid direct interaction with any denizens of medieval England that she met, but she usually managed to flout that rule, and with her pussy flowing with creamy cunt juice, she figured it was pretty likely she was going to fuck any man or woman she happened to meet today.

Her job was to observe, and memorize details of flora and fauna, weather patterns, biological and geological details, something that she did very well, with her photographic eidactic memory. She was also tasked with observing people of the particular era she visited, with emphasis on sociological and cultural patterns.
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This was her job. Jessica was a Scientist/Observer with the National Agency of Time Travel, where she specialized in short duration time hops, visiting far off climes and times, memorizing details, and bringing them back to her superiors, where she was thoroughly debriefed and the information she gleaned added to the objective/subjective database at NATT.

Earlier this morning, before the time hop, she had stepped into a Linguist Module and had short-term fluency in Middle English and Middle French implanted into her brain. She knew, based on the Culture Template that had also been osomostically implanted in her active knowledge, that there was a goodly amount of commerce between medieval Britain and French and continental Europe, and her cover story was that she was an envoy from a small French Duchy near Avignon, if anyone got to asking her.

Jessica ignored her wet pussy for a moment, and moved forward. She saw a small wagon trail to her left, and moved toward it, walking in a northern direction. At one juncture, as the road grew, through the trees she could see far off stone ramparts of a castle or keep, so she knew there were people in this land. Indeed, it was only a few minutes later that she stepped aside to allow a peasant with an ox pulling a small wagon to pass her. Although the peasant was older, smelly and had missing teeth as he grinned at her, she was tempted to fuck him just to get some cock into her hungry vagina, but decided that she could probably do much better closer to the castle, so she smiled modestly at him, and his wagon rolled by. She took the time to memorize the harness set up on the ox, the crude wooden wheels on greased wooden axles, the square headed nails holding the sides on the wagon, and the contents as it passed- bundles of carrots, sacks of potatos or some type of tuber, and a couple of butchered chicken carcasses.

After the peasant passed, there were more people on the road, and none paid her much attention, which told her that this region was used to commerce and strangers walking.

About a half kilometer later, the road widened considerably, and she found herself walking up to a small wooden shack on the side of the road, with a uniformed soldier standing in front of it, regarding her. He was tall, handsome, and had bow, a quill and spears sitting beside him, and a scabbarded short sword at his belt. His lithe frame was covered with blue and gold leather, and his long hair fell gracefully down to his shoulders.

“Good morning, Lady,” he said. “I haven’t seen you on this road before.”
“This is the first time I have taken this road,” Jessica said. “I was headed to market, to buy carrots and tubers for my mother’s soup.”

“I see,” said the soldier. “You are fine looking lass to be a soup cook.” He looked with raw confidence at Jessica’s fine curvy tits in her tunic, her sexy glinting blue eyes, and her auburn hair.

“What I’d like to find this morning most of all is some good long sausage.” Jessica boldly said, stepping closer, and at the same time popping open a button on her tunic, letting her round tits burst out a little more.

Getting her hint, the soldier looked around. “A lot of people on this road usually, but none right now. Would you like to suck on a sausage a little bit, and maybe swallow some crème?”

Our time travelling slut needed no further invitation, and slid forward, excited by the hard leather-clad soldier. Giggling, she dropped to her knees, and both of them fumbled at the thongs tying up the soldier’s fly, managing to cooperatively get it popped open, so that his turgid thick cock snapped out of it, hitting her tongue, which was already out of her mouth and licking. Like the slut she was, Jessica began licking and sucking on the head of the soldier’s cock. He groaned in pleasure as this mysterious gorgeous slut who had just walked up to him on the road now knelt in front of him, bobbing her red haired face up and down on his dick. Jessica sucked more, and then pushed the cock all the way down her throat, controlling her gag reflex as she had been trained to do during her previous schooling at the Regal Slut Academy. She ran a hand up and tickled the soldier’s hairy balls, which had also spilled out of his pants. That was apparently too much for the poor fellow, who clearly had never met a future slut who specialized in slutty fellatio, and with a loud howl, he began blasting cum down Jessica’s throat. Jessica pulled back and held his spurting cock inches from her face, forming an “O” with her mouth, and letting the man shoot streams of jism into her mouth, all the while looking up at him with wide, sexy, loving eyes.

As he finished his cum, Jessica licked him, eventually cleaning up all the goo, and swallowing it, and then slowly standing up. “That was nice,” she told him. “Thank you so much for your seed.”

“And thank you, good lady, for emptying my nethers. Usually I just have to fuck goats out here to spill my seed. Now have a pleasant day. The market is that way.” The soldier indicated with a hand the direction Jessica needed to go. She gave him a peck on the cheek, and sauntered off in the direction he had indicated.

Jessica’s pussy was flowing with juice now, and she was finding herself incredibly horny, but she knew that fucking the soldier hadn’t been an option. A quick blowjob had been risky enough with him. As soon as she was out of sight of the soldier, who was watching her fine skinny form disappear in the trees, she changed direction. She didn’t want to encounter a market and more peasants. She wanted to find something else. She knew that her two hour window was waning, and she was determined to get something besides a tree stump sliding into her pussy.

Jessica was startled when a man stepped out of the bushes on the road in front of her. He was armed with a dagger at his belt and a bow over his shoulder. A quiver of arrows was on his back. He smiled at her, his hand on his dagger.

“Young lady, you seem to be far from home,” he said. “You should be careful. These woods are full of dangerous bandits and highwaymen.”

“Is that so?” Jessica said.

“Indeed,” said the man, pulling out his dirk. “And you have just one. I think to lessen your chances of being robbed later, I will need to be taking your valuables now.”

Jessica emitted a peal of laughter. “Will you now? So generous of you?”

Not sure if he was being mocked, the man moved forward. He was not expecting the expert twirl and roundhouse kick by Jessica that knocked him down, nor her lithe and expert karate chop as he was falling, causing him to grimace and drop the dagger. Jessica leaped on top of him, grabbing one of his hands and twisting the wrist and elbow into a painful hold.

The man yowled in pain. He struggled for a second, and Jessica applied more pressure, coming close to breaking his wrist. “Stop resisting, my Friend,” she told him, looking down at his handsome, bearded face. He stopped fighting her, and just laid back, as she straddled his form. “What is your name?” she asked.

“Robin of Downs,” he said. “You fight like a trained knight.”

“I have had training, said Jessica. “In France. I could kill you easily with my bare hands.”

“And your name, my Lady?” asked the man, suddenly noticing that this woman’s slender body on top of his had curves, including some large breasts hovering over him, that she had long beautiful red hair and gorgeous blue eyes, something that was rarely seen in these parts.

“I am Jessica. Now I am going to let your hand go. Don’t be stupid and try to attack me again. Do you understand?”

“I do.” Said Robin. “One humiliation this morning is quite enough for me.”

Jessica released his wrist, and moved off of him, grabbing the dagger and tossing it two meters to the side. As she crouched over the handsome bandit, he just lay back looking at her. Jessica noticed two things at the same time. Her pussy was juicing so much that it was soaking through her tunic, and the man before her, in his dirty forest leather tunic, was getting a solid erection in his breeches.

“There is something else you could do besides rob me,” said Jessica. She stood, and took off her cloak, letting it drop to the ground. Next she pulled her tunic open, and slid it off her body, allowing her large, soft ripe tits to spring out in the forest air. The bandit’s eyes grew round as he watched this beautiful French girl-knight who had just kicked his ass strip down to her gorgeous skin.

“Get those breeches off.” Jessica told him. “I want to sit on that big cock of yours.”

“yes, My Lady,” said Robin, reaching down and pushing his breeches to his knees, freeing his hardened dick so that it jutted straight up. Jessica straddled the randy bandit , putting a slender muscular leg on each side of his lithe hips, and then simple squatted down slowly, reaching in front of her to grab his turgid member, and then sliding it into her soaking wet hole. She moaned with pleasure as the wet walls of her tight cunt clasped at his hard fleshy rod, and she dropped on top of him completely, her clit grinding against his thick English pubes. Jessica placed her hands on the man’s chest, and scratched him through his tunic as he thrust up into her. She rode up with his thrust and then came back down, his cock sinking back into her juicy hole. She could feel his big balls against her ass cheeks as she grinded on him more, fucking him as he lay on the forest floor. The bandit reached up with both hands and grasped handfuls of soft heaving titflesh, bouncing them around, and then squeezing. “Pinch my nipples, good Sir,” breathed Jessica in Middle English, and Robin complied, moving his finger tips to her turgid dark nippleflesh, and cruelly pinching them. This small act of dominance sent a hot shiver down Jessica’s spine, and sure enough that morphed into an overarching feeling of wet, gushing joy, and an orgasm ripped through her body. She fell forward on the bandit, her tits pressed against his tunic, and her cunt still gripping his English dick. Robin kept thrusting, and it only took another minute before he felt himself cumming. He blasted a generous helping of sperm into Jessica’s spasming cunt, as she came again, a little more subdued, but definitely nice, as she felt his jism splash on her cervix.

The two lay entwined until Robin’s cock softened enough to pop out of her sopping cunt. As cum and her juices leaked out, she rolled over and off of him. “I have never met a lady like you,” said Robin. “Perhaps I should move to France.”

“Perhaps you should,” laughed Jessica. “You won’t get any gold or silver from me, but I think you now have some valuable memories.”

“Indeed,” said Robin. “And I thank you for not killing me, in addition to having sex with me.”

Jessica pulled on her tunic, looking down at the handsome bandit. “I must go, “ she said. “I turn into a pumpkin soon.”

Seeing the look of confusion at her humor, she giggled. “Never mind. Thank you for that very nice roll on the forest floor. Good bye Robin.” Jessica sauntered away, and it was just in time, because just as she fell out of sight from him, there was a shimmering, and she was dragged back into her own time.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/699mu4/sherwood_forest_shag_a_jessica_the_time