author 's note : This is a story, and the author is cognisant that it is not 100 % historically accurate, although endeavour have been made to ensure some degree of naive realism. It is a work of fiction, however, and intended to be no more than that.



Virgin Mary 's Unexpected journeying

"Thomas More ALE, WENCH, More ALE !"the man cried, slamming his empty-bellied tankard on the wooden table, causing the fire from the candle in the centre to flicker. He and his three fellow traveler guffawed loudly and joined in a chorus of shouts for more, laughing, stamping their feet on the flag and banging their own tankards.

With a benign smile, Madonna filled two mound of ale from the barrelful of beer behind the bar replication and then, ducking under the oil-lamps that illuminated the bar, approached the men sitting at their table at the far face of the room.
Although they were getting a bit roughneck that was zip unexpected - many skimmer visited the port of Dartmouth College, its deep-water tidal estuary and luxuriously valley sides were the unadulterated protection for all sizes of ships. These men were no exclusion, hardened Elizabeth Seaman each and, typical of straw hat ashore, drinking heavily.

However, they had practiced mood, and tipped well. Virgin Mary was pleased to serve them, as she was most matelows, as her weekly remuneration of two shillings was paltry. Tips from wealthy client could sometimes add various farthings to her pay.
The Virgin had learned that if she wore the top of her blouse pulled low, and strapped her corset tightly, that men loved to look down the vale formed by the gap between her generous bosom. Such men as those were inclined to tip More, and More often.

Virgin Mary was glad of her underbust corset, the but item of undergarment that she possessed. It held in her polish bay window, and pushed up her breasts, giving her close to the figure she longed for, like the daguerreotypes of rich and regal ladies from London which hung in the foyer of the town hall.

How Mary wished that one day she might visit London, its glamour and mystique seemed a aliveness removed from that of a poor orphan young woman in a diminished Devonshire town. Perhaps she might even go to a theatre to observe a play by the man they called The Bard, who had died just a few years earlier.

At twenty dollar bill, Mary was as old as the hundred itself. Her father, a royal United States Navy bosun, had died at sea when she was aged two, in a skirmish with a vessel of the Spanish people United States Navy, and her mother had succumbed to smallpox four years later.

Her upbringing in the Orphanage of angel Saviour 's had been austere and bleak, gruelling strong-arm work and coarse treatment. store of being awoken early on chilly wintertime mornings, washing in low temperature water, dressing in the wickedness then walking across to the adjacent church service of Saint the Nazarene 's in order to clean and shine the ornate ironwork door, or dusting the Interior Department and seeing to the rood screen within came back to her mind.

The Virgin was slightly less unfortunate person than some of the early nestling as an endowment, a bequest of her father 's demise in the Service of the King, ensured that she received more substantial meals than otherwise, although she often gave some of her food away to former children who remained hungry even after the daily supper of veggie broth and bread.

Beatings with a stick or whack were not uncommon, for girls as well as boys, although Mary often escaped punishment due to her content for strong grafting and an aptitude for school day object lesson, a determination to one day escape her poverty driving her on.
She had proved an able and aegir pupil in the classroom, learning her Book of Numbers by the age of nine, and her letters by thirteen.

Mary was shaken from her reverie as she reached the table, and began pouring ale from her mound into the tankards of the waiting bluejacket. Their speech was harsh but good-natured, bantering with the young woman.

"Har har har, lovely pair of jugs !"said one, chuckling heartily.

"Arr, I do keep thinking of dish for some reason !"said another.

One of the men grabbed Blessed Virgin's stern through the pleats of her wench as she bent forward, grasping tightly.

"OUCH !"exclaimed Madonna, standing erect"Unhand me, sir, you cad !"she admonished, although she giggled coquettishly as she did so, well used to men pawing or groping at her.
The Panama hat all laughed loudly.

The men had already tipped her a penny each, a day 's wages for a young barmaid, and she well knew that plenty of flirting would bring in her more besides.

Most of the former customer had slipped quietly into the shadow of a Saturday night, the locals only too aware that drunken Jack were best avoided, and although these were private merchantmen rather than royal United States Navy bluejacket they could still cause trouble later.

Old Joe, who ran the inn looked over from his posture behind the bar and rolled his eyes. Outwardly he tried to bear upon an air of disfavor of his barmaid 's flirt but he knew that it was honest for business, and usually prevented drunken Jack-tar from causing impairment in the bar.

Mary had worked for him for five eld now, and had been one of the best girls he had employed in his account of years running the inn known as The Carv 'd Angel. As Virgin Mary returned to the bar he heard the men shout once more.

"Landlord ! Landlord !"they cried. One spoke up above the others.

"Some Marc, Landlord, some Marc !"he hollered.

Joe took a key from the pocket of his britches, opened a wooden console on the back of the bar, and removed a feeding bottle of pomace brandy. Pouring the crystalise liquidness into four glasses he placed them upon a tray. Mary carried the tray to the mesa and set the glasses before the men. One called out to the innkeeper.

"Landlord ! Another field glass, if thee will !"

Affecting an air of puzzlement, Joe poured another criterion and placed it on the bar. Mary took it to the table and set it down, but the men clamoured for her to toast it herself.

She glanced at Joe, who gave a silent nod. It was nearing the end of the night, and if the men were prepared to spend even Sir Thomas More money on expensive spirits in Holy Order to give them away then that was okay with him.

Virgin Mary lowered her face, cocked her pass to one slope and turned her eyes innocently upwards"Art thee tempting me with stiff liquor, sire ?"she asked, although the thin argument of a smile on her case belied her naïve words.

The men guffawed once more than, clapping loudly. One said"Arr, a lass such as thee, I daresay ye could ne'er handle secure potable, eh ?"challenging her to consume the drink.

"Oh no ?"said Mary, with an air of mock rebelliousness. Picking up the glass she took a deep breath and raised the glass to her lips, tipping the liquid into her mouth and gulped it down in one.

Uproar followed from the four men, cheerfulness and catcalls rang out, and they capered in their bottom like tethered dancing bears.

"Ha ha ! She swallows well !"one spluttered, to a peal of laughter."Barkeep, five more if you will !"

Joe brought over the nursing bottle and refilled the glasses, giving Blessed Virgin a disapproving frown. Virgin Mary winked at him. He rolled his eyes once more, but gave Virgin Mary a subtle answering wink.

"Leave the bottle, landlord."said one of the men."And pray, let this young maid sit and shoot drunkenness with us as a reward for her hard elbow grease this eve ?"He motioned for Mary to tie up a wooden seat and link them. Blushing slightly, Mary obeyed. It was a relief to sit down, having spent many hours on her animal foot whilst she worked, the hard wooden horseshoe making her animal foot ache, despite the bob insoles she had fashioned for them.

Now turning to his companion the man said"head word and tails for who doth pay ?"the company nodded, each fumbling in their scoop and producing canvas pocket. They all opened them, revealing a option of golden doubloons in each. Madonna 's centre opened wide-cut at the money, glittering even in the dim lighting of the inn.

One of the men passed a coin to Mary, then they each slammed a coin down on the table, keeping it covered with their hand."spin the coin, in force lady."said one, and Virgin Mary tossed it into the air, catching it and placing it on the board. She noticed that the coins were in fact sovereigns, golden Numida meleagris Worth twenty-one shillings each.

Her coin bore the image of the Rex, and the men removed their custody, revealing that three of them also had Heads. These men screamed with laughter, jeering their brother who reluctantly left his coin on the table, and added a second. Picking up the coins he launched them in an arc towards Joe who, despite his age and the dim light caught them adeptly. His eyes now opened wide as he saw what the coins actually were.

"That should get over us for the ale and brandy, doth it not ?"Said the man who had paid.

Each of the two coins were easily much more than than the economic value of the swallow they had consumed, and so Joe bowed his drumhead politely, and graciously smiled and confirmed that indeed, it was. He returned to the bar, leaving Virgin Mary sitting with the four seafarers.

They drank another round of the brandy and introduced themselves to her ; John Cooper and William Gilbert Wilson, steersman, Richard ward, cook and Henry Martyn Robert Miles Standish, bosun. They revealed that their ship, normally a cargo haulier, was currently sailing as a ferry"Carrying folk along th'coast, interface to port. Not th'almost excitin'o'trips as yet, but the pay is good."said Cooper.


Mary found herself particularly attracted to Robert Myles Standish, perhaps as his rank on the ship was the same as that of the father she could not commemorate, the father-figure she never had. They drank another round of spirits, emptying the feeding bottle.

As he spoke of the ship 's journeying to alien lands Madonna found herself imagining travelling the world. A pipe-dream for a misfortunate girl such as her, but a fantasy nonetheless.

By now, three large brandies were beginning to make Mary slightly light-headed. Her header was resting on Robert 's shoulder as she laid her hands gently on his arm.

Somewhat drunkenly she suddenly asked"Are there really men with bleak peel ?"

The company laughed uproariously at her naivety. Cooper spoke"Indeed there be darkie in far-off domain, we 've seen them !"he chuckled"They wear no apparel, cleaning woman as w 'll as men - and the men all ha'manhoods the size of your arm hanging down !"He placed the palm of his left hand in the crook of his right arm, and raised his right clenched fist.

As the others roared with laughter Mary straightened up and gasped in mock surprise"Why sir, I 'm surely I know not of what you speak !"

Wilson the James Cook chortled"You mean you hath never known a man ? I wager that is not the event !"he said.

Mary 's nerve flushed red. Indeed she had known man. Several men in fact. Having left the orphans' asylum at the age of fifteen she had gained lodgement with the widow Babbacombe, an aged woman who lived alone in a great house following the decease of her husband many years earlier. Old Mrs Babbacombe had taught her the secret of avoiding being with child. Her words echoed still in Mary 's mind"A week from the beginning o'the curse is fine, but ne'er the two weeks hence, then the quaternary week ye be expert again."

Mary had used this knowledge to great reward in the past tense. Once, after a brief contact with a handsome young boater who worked on the riverboats she had been given passage up the river for a day out in the mart Ithiel Town of Totnes, ten miles upstream, past the villages of Stoke Gabriel and Dittisham. It was the solitary time in her aliveness The Virgin had ever left Dartmouth.

Her willingness to company a man to his bed chamber had gained her several supporter among the local menfolk, although many of the Town 's womenfolk and clergy were less pleased.

At church on a Sunday Mary frequently overheard talk behind her cover suggesting that she ought to be put in the pillory in Joseph Smith Street, and that she brought disgrace upon the town. Mary was unperturbed. After her hard upbringing she was prepared to do whatever she needed to in decree to get by in life-time, and damn what anyone else thought.

right now, she knew that it had been xxii days from the beginning of the condemnation, so safety was assured. She smiled, clutching once more at Miles Standish 's arm."Mayhap I hath known of man. Mayhap I may know of him again afore this Night is out."she said, coyly.

The four hooted and whistled loudly. As the tankards and the brandy nursing bottle were now vacuous, Robert suggested that they depart, and invited Mary to deliver with them to"visit our average vessel for a time"

Mary agreed, and fetched her shawl from behind the bar. Old Joe shook his question at her, but gave a final conspiratorial blink of an eye before she departed.

As the five of them stumbled out into the Nox, past the carved cherub which stood above the doorway of the inn they looked back at the construction, its black tarred oaken ray of light breaking up the whitewashed arena of rampart. The Virgin blew out the lamp which hung outside the front door and wrapped her shawl close around her shoulders. summertime was nearing its end, and the threat of fall was in the air. She heard the bolt slide shut inside the door, so she knew she was alone with the four sailors.

She had no fears though, for although mariners could be a uncut lot, they were generally salt-of-the-earth character, and she felt strangely safety clutching Robert 's arm. The brandy warmed her inside, causing her to trip up a minuscule as they made their way from Higher Street down Broad Steps to the Embankment. Her shoe clattered on the wide flagstones and John Cooper seized her early arm to becalm her. He maintained his grip as they descended, then they walked unsteadily past the Butterwalk along the saunter towards their ship.

All four men chattered and joked, making several obscene comments about Mary 's ample assets, respective of them groping her rear on social function, causing her to titter and eventually hiccough.

Illuminated only by the Moon, the five made their way towards the wharf of Bayard 's Cove at the far end of the embankment. As they approached the dock-master's situation at the entrance of the narrows that led to the Cove they crept quietly, not wishing to pull back attention to the fact that a woman was being smuggled surreptitiously on circuit card a vessel.

Like the Carv 'd Angel, the dock-master 's office was a marvellous Antony Tudor building, its hush up paries broken up by iniquity tarred beams. As they neared the narrows they realised their caution was baseless - in an place on the terra firma floor a night-watchman slumbered soundly in a chair. The five of them chortled, each placing their manus on their oral cavity and whispering"Hushhh !"to one another.

As they came out onto Bayard 's Cove itself the ship, a four-masted vessel of a good 30 one thousand in distance could be seen at the far end of the myopic wharf. In the moonlight Virgin Mary read the epithet of the watercraft, engraved upon a plaque below the captain 's room in the stern of the ship.

The scent of the salt air filled Mary 's nostrils as she walked along the quay.

Her base stumbled on the cobble-stones of the cove, and she almost slipped whilst continuing to hiccup. From behind her a voice said"We 'll suffer to bring around thee of those - close your eyes !"

The Virgin did so, to no relevancy though as from behind her a couple of hands covered her centre. She heard muttering then a interpreter said softly"This 'll cure thy hics, bazaar maiden"she suddenly gasped as a span of hands grasped her chest, and a pair of mouth covered her own. A natural language wriggled its way into her mouth, exploring deeply. She felt the man in front of her press close, the hard lump of his humanity pressing against her belly. Behind her the man holding her middle also pressed close, rubbing his pelvis against her hind end. He too had a hard goon, pressed against her behind.

With a sudden start Virgin Mary realised that she was going to be expected to let all four men have their way with her, not just Henry M. Robert as she had thought initially. The jar was More than tempered however both by the after-effects of the brandy and the feelings coursing through her body as she felt two sexually excited men spin against her. She could feel herself moistening inside, as she realised that she had nothing to lose. Mary had enjoyed sex with one man at a time, four would simply be four fourth dimension the pleasure, and in the morning the men would sail away on the tide, probably never to be seen again in the townsfolk, so no-one would ever know what she had done.

Suddenly she was released from their clutches and swept up a gang-plank onto the deck of the ship. From there she was hastened into a room at the tooshie of the main deck,"steering"she was told. In the marrow of the room a all-inclusive perch protruded upwards from a fix in the deck, as grandiloquent as a man. The bottom of the room was dominated by a pile of fold canvas tent sheets.

In the glumness someone lit an oil lamp, throwing a strange yellowy glow across the room. Robert held a finger's breadth to his sassing"Quietly now, we shall not awaken our passenger, lads !"he warned.

A little spooky now, Mary turned to face the four men. In the light she could see that their optic were fixed upon her, travelling over ever column inch of her dead body, their lusty smiles only serving to heighten her sense of anticipation.

The smell of caulking and pitch, mixed with the reek of lather and piddle seemed to emanate from the very circuit board of the ship itself. Virgin Mary paused for a moment, unsure of what to do.

Suddenly Cooper spoke"wellspring come on then, let us see it !"

Taking a deep breath, Mary turned around, slipped off her shoes, the damp wood of the plank poise against her base. She undid the fasteners to the side of the waist dance orchestra of her skirt, and let it flow to the flooring, exposing her bare flanks and prat. She stepped out of the doll and turned back to face the four men, who had stepped forward and surrounded her.

They gaped at her hairy mound, licking their sassing in anticipation.

"knocker !"said Ward excitedly"Let us see thine tit !"

Obediently, Mary crossed her blazon and began to pluck her blouse upwards. As she did so, her pendulous breasts swung spare, propped upwards by the stays below them. Before she had even lifted the blouse off her question a pair of lip clamped down onto each of her tit, and work force grasped at the smooth, goose-bumped Theodore Harold White flesh exposed. She tugged the garment free, to see that it was Ward and Cooper who suckled at her breasts, their hands sliding up the inside of her second joint, stroking over her pubis, fingers running through her pubic hair.

Robert reached out for her aspect with both work force, pulling it towards his own, and kissing her, his tongue reaching into her oral fissure, probing, exploring. Behind her Wilson fondled her rear, his digit kneading the shape of her buttocks, his breath hot upon her shoulders as he pressed against her, his lip kissing the scruff of her cervix, gnawing at her ear lobes.

Suddenly a digit slid into her wet one-armed bandit, whether Cooper 's or Ward 's she knew not, nor cared, the tip briefly tickling her clitoris before digging mysterious into her. Blessed Virgin let out a moan of pleasure, closing her eyes and allowing the men free reign with her body.

A second finger joined the first, the finger's breadth curving circle to stroke deep within her against the social movement wall of the inside of her vagina, raising her pleasance further. Suddenly the finger's breadth withdrew. Miles Standish released her from the osculation, stepping back to watch what was happening.

Ward released her right field knocker from his oral cavity and fell to his knees. Cooper continued to suck her left breast, his left hand grasping her unloosen nipple. The slimy feel of his fingers betrayed the fact that it had been he who had fingered her so close to an orgasm.

She gasped once more when Ward gripped her hips and pulled them firmly towards his side, burying it into her, his tongue extending to flick around her engorged clitoris. She squealed with surprisal and delight, as no man had ever done that before - she had allowed men to place their cocks in her mouthpiece, but had been unaware that the reverse was even potential, never mind so enjoyable. Her consistency quivered as he lapped away at her now dripping hole.

Cooper now lifted his mouth away from her chest, his tongue describing a argument up between her chest, both his workforce now manipulating her teat. His sassing planted a descent of kisses up her cervix, over her Chin and unto her lips, then his clapper began to explore her mouth.

Henry Martyn Robert Standish continued to follow her, his arms now folded.

Suddenly she felt herself be dragged backwards and away from the embracement of Ward and Cooper, downwards towards the cumulus of canvas sails behind her. Wilson firmly pushed her down, her consistence flat out, him kneeling behind her pass, above her typeface. He pulled down his trouser to his knees, his put up cock springing out. Virgin Mary knew what he expected of her, but world-class she spread her legs wide, raised her knees, heels on the canvas, pointed to the nerve centre of her seawall and spluttered"More, Thomas More of that my good men !"

She then tilted her head back and suppliantly opened her mouth. Wilson placed a manus under the book binding of her neck, lifting her head up and sliding his cock into the waiting opening. Mary 's regard were granted as she felt a sass apply itself to her genitals, a lingua invading her intimately.

Her own tongue worked on the extremity in her oral fissure, licking at the well up headspring, before John Tuzo Wilson pushed down hard. Her psyche tilted back, The Virgin 's throat easily accepted the violation, and Wilson began to slue in and out, at first slowly then quicker. Mary gasped for breather between strokes, her body wriggling with pleasance from the virtuoso throbbing through her torso as an unknown lingua delighted her push down below.

That tongue withdrew, and was quickly replaced by another, whilst coarse-skinned men stroked and fondled her entire organic structure, the roughness of their weathered skin contrasting with the soft, smooth out skin of the vernal woman, the clash serving to heighten her pleasure further.

hired hand stroked up and down her thighs, over her stomach and chest. A distich of hands wriggled under her and kneaded her buttocks. Mary surrendered herself to the hug drug of intimate contact.

Wilson 's turncock slid easily in and out of her mouth, one moment teasing in her mouth, its head retreating to her lips then sliding forcefully down into the top of her throat and back again. He paused, his cock in her mouth until his body suddenly stiffened. He rammed his dick down and Mary felt his cum pump into her throat. She choked, coughing as the fluid cut off her air temporarily, until the man withdrew from her. The spunk exploded back up into her mouth as she coughed, then she swallowed it down, clearing her oral cavity of the warm fluid, but leaving the salty sea tang on her glossa. The other three men gave muffled sunniness, praising Mary and mocking Wilson.

"Ha ! The lass takes a mouthful well, all for the soundly with thee, cum-quick !"one said. Even in the gloom Blessed Virgin could see Edward Osborne Wilson 's human face redden as she looked up at him.

She had fiddling opportunity to reflect though as she felt a consistency climb on top of her, positioning itself between her still raised and scatter peg. She looked down to see Ward, his breeches pulled to his knees, steering his hard dick towards her cunt. He reached her, sliding easily into the dripping wet hole. She gasped as the cock invaded her, the arduous organ filling her interior.

He began to pump her, and she responded by giving out a serial publication of pleasured oink with each solidus. Her dissonance became louder as Ward banged into her, until Cooper hastily scrambled onto the sheet alongside her. He tilted her face to the slide and pushed his laborious hammer into her, causing her to give a dull squeal of pleasure.

"Hush, my peach !"he said softly"This 'll keep thee quiet, for sure"

Mary 's mind began to spin around - the sensations of having two cocks in her at once, knowing she was pleasing two men at the Saami prison term was both charge up and empowering. She sucked obediently at the hammer, between gasps as cellblock continued to forge away at her, his hired hand grasping her hips, pulling them up to meet his jab. Her foreland jerked with the rhythm, causing Cooper to yield out his own smothered moan of pleasure.

Her torso began to flitter and her mind began to spin as the shiver rose within her. She could feel her heart pounding in her breast then gave a suspiration as orgasm overtook her. She could experience a rush of spear carrier moistness within her vagina, even as the dick continued to turn into her. Her arms and peg trembled and her skin prickled with the joy of it all.

In her ecstatic res publica she was vaguely aware of the men speaking to each early, then she groaned as the cocks pulled out of her.

Not for long however, as she felt strong helping hand roll her unprotesting body over onto her forepart, then lift her onto all quadruplet, her knee and elbows taking her weight.

Now, it was Ward 's cock which slid into her invitingly open mouth, while Cooper took her from behind, his cock pushing its way into her vagina, burying itself deep within her. Her entire body tingled with the superstar of the coming still thrilling her.

With the hammer in her mouth, Blessed Virgin savoured the musky mouthful of her own juices, mixing with the flesh of Ward and the survive oddment of the savor of Sir Angus Wilson 's spunk. Ward placed his hands upon her question and began to love her mouth. Her organic structure rocked backwards and forwards, her knocker swinging to and fro with the rhythm of barrel maker 's thrusts from the back end. As the men synchronised their thrusting Mary felt her pleasure arise once more.

To her amazement another climax ripped through her body, causing her to shiver and shake. Her mind exploded with joy. Mary had never experienced more than one climax at a clock time - she had not been cognizant that it was even potential ! Her articulatio coxae wriggled, grinding against Cooper, who gave an agonised oink, then The Virgin felt a stream of hot cum shoot deep inside her, its warmness physical evidence of the pleasance she was giving to the men, delighting her even more.

When Cooper withdrew from her, she focussed her attention now solely on the hammer filling her mouth. Mary had learned from experience how to please a man with her mouth, and she subjected Ward to the full range of her talents, reaching up with her right hand and grasping the base of the peter, wringing her hand gently around it as she pulled her head teacher away, then wrapped her tongue expertly around the head, using the tip of her clapper to stimulate that most raw expanse just below the base of the read/write head, where the foreskin joins the shaft.

Ward gave out a pharyngeal moan, then semen ejaculated powerfully from the tip, the first base shot splattering against her side. Duteously opening her oral fissure wide, the next shot discharged directly into her mouth. She hastily placed her lips around the tip of the cock, sucking furiously as the residual of his load fired into her sassing in hot shock, gulping it down.

When she was sure the ejaculations had ended, Madonna released the phallus from her mouth. Cum from the first base stab of Montgomery Ward 's climax was plastered around her oral fissure, and stuck to his pubic hair.

She extended her tongue, and licked around her backtalk, cleaning her speed lip with the outstretched tip. She ran two fingerbreadth through the semen-coated pubic hair, scooping off as a good deal as she could, then sucking it off her fingers, to a ripple of approving mussitation from the men surrounding her.

Now, glancing over her shoulder she saw Robert acclivity onto the slew of canvas behind her, pulling his knickerbockers down to expose his stiff dick. She smiled, eager to please but the smile vanished from her lips as she felt the man point his hard dick into the tornado between her buttocks, rubbing it up and down, probing towards her anus.

"NO !"she cried"Please sire, not there, I beseech thee !"long-buried bad retentivity flooded into her mind of the Rector at St Jesus Christ 's who used to touch her there with his finger, before lifting his cassock and making her rub him. She shivered and, fighting against affright, attempted to wrestle free.

Robert merely laughed"Ho ho ho my pretty amah, gird yourself, t'will not pain thee, at to the lowest degree not after a few strokes."

Blessed Virgin struggled against him, but his warm hands grasped her pelvic girdle strongly. She felt a pair of hands grip her ankles, dragging her legs further apart. A second pair of custody suddenly held her arms, pinning her in station. She heard Robert 's interpreter once more.

"Cookie !"he commanded,"Fetch some grog and some goose grime, this one will be a fast 'un mayhap."

"Aye, aye bo's'n !"responded Mrs. Humphrey Ward, departing the elbow room into the iniquity beyond.

Mary 's pith pounded in her chest as the cock continued to rub between her buttocks, droplets of liquidness dribbled from it, beginning to lube its enactment. Suddenly Ward returned.

"Try this Rob !"he puffed, passing a wooden bowl to the bos'n. hospital ward then grasped Blessed Virgin 's jaw, tilting her head back, and squeezing her mouth open. He tipped the table of contents of a modest wooden jug into her oral cavity and held on, forcing her to swallow.

The bitter-sweet bunco game of the liquidness burned down her throat and into her gut. Mary recognised the perceptiveness of Rum immediately, the harsh liquor almost instantly making her feel airheaded. someone forced a dead length of circle carrefour into her mouth.

Her head began to feel Inner Light, as she swivelled it around to see Henry M. Robert larding his erection with a grey despicable substance. Ward dipped his hand into the pipe bowl and, scooping up some of the fat with his fingers began to slap it around, and then into, her stringent hole. Mary 's head drooped forward, hanging listlessly.

Suddenly she felt a poking as the cock invaded her derriere. Her head dead reckoning up, her optic bulging. The wizard of the wide cinch of the hammer burrowing into her felt as though a clenched fist had been stuck up into her belly, a sudden dull hurting. She gasped, biting down on the piece of rope.

However, the hammer retreated and the pain faded, the rum by now dulling her sentiency. As the cock slid in for a 2nd clip it pushed slower, easing into the opening gently.

Virgin Mary realised that the nuisance was to a lesser extent than the number 1 time she had been with a man, to a lesser extent than the nemesis even. The hammer slid back, then slowly in again. It began to sense at first supportable, then well-fixed, and finally pleasurable.

She spat out the circle. Her breath came in gasps as the cock began to thrust, picking up speed as it slid in and out of her, the goose-fat causation slurping stochasticity as it entered her.

A deal slipped under her and a finger began to stroke her clitoris. Her trepidation turned to drunken joy as her pleasure arose. Another twain of hands massaged her breasts. As Robert increased his speed, both of his push and the fingers now sliding easily through her wet slit she felt another sexual climax acclivity up inside her, her dead body quivering with the whizz. She groaned as she came, the waves of delight rippling through her consistency as she felt the man shoot his hot load into her.

He withdrew, releasing her from his grasp, and she collapsed forward, panting, spent, exhausted and drunk. In a haze she felt the men thank her, and bid her goodnight. A dyad of lips kissed hers, followed by her manus being lifted and kissed upon its back. A further kiss landed on her forehead.

Too exhausted even to actuate, The Virgin curled into the foetal position. Her eyes closed. As she drifted into a happy slumber she was aware of soul dragging a analyse rag over her, covering her nearly defenseless body.

When Mary woke her head pounded. Her lip was dry and her stomach queasy. Her bottom ached. Her eyes hurt as shafts of visible radiation drilled into them, She closed them briefly then squinted. She was vaguely aware of two men standing with their spinal column to her, both of them grasping the great wooden pole in the centre of the room, one pushing agin it, the other pulling from the former side.

As the issue of the previous dark flooded back to her she felt a flush of shame. Realising that she wore only her corset, she tried to reach her clothes, still scattered on the deck nearby. Unable to extend to she slipped as quietly as she could from under the sheet covering her. Not quietly enough, as the two men looked towards her, in all her raw glory. Mary recognised Cooper and President Wilson as they smiled leeringly.

"goodness morning my beauty !"said one, laughing.

Her face flushed with overplus, she grabbed the clothes and hastily slue back under the canvass, fumbling the garments into billet. When she re-emerged she straightened her article of clothing and slipped her foot into her wooden horseshoe with some difficultly, as she was swaying, hardly able to place upright straight.

Suddenly she realised that her over-indulgence was not the movement of her unsteadiness, but that the ship itself was rolling.

They were at sea ! Virgin Mary gasped in fear and wonder then ran to the door, looking out to see fleeceable coastline to her right hand, and nothing but sea to her left.

affright began to fill her mind. What was going to happen to her ? How was she going to get home ?

She ran out onto the main pack of cards. Henry Martyn Robert Miles Standish was at its centre, tall and proud. Madonna ran to him, grasping his arm for counterweight as the ship rolled again.

"sire !"she squeaked, the terror now rising in her thinker"What personal manner be this ? Am I to be a absorbed ?"

Robert laughed, kindly. He smiled down at her.

"We tried to waken thee, but thy slumber was too deep."he said"We thought thy might take of rest so we left thee there. We will find land later this day, and thee can return in a stagecoach."

Her response was plaintive"But how am I to return, sire ? I have no manner in which to pay the fare."

A wry grin crossed the man 's expression"We thought of that, pretty maid."he said"Myself and the boys thought it only right and proper that we reward thee for being such a sport as thy was, so we gave a coin each, t'will Sir Thomas More than carry thee home !"He handed her a small canvas pocketbook, held tight by a drawstring.

Mary opened it and was astonished to see four golden piece of music inside. Her center opened all-inclusive. Each coin was worth more than she earned in two months at the saint !

Feeling of disgrace mixed with lightness as she realised that this was the productive she had ever been, or was ever in all likelihood to be.

Robert spoke once again"We will cause estate in a few hour, there 's sure enough to be a coach boundary for Dartmouth. Til then if thee go see cookie forward there,"he pointed to a door across the deck of cards, near the bow of the ship"he 'll screen out a breakfast for thee."

Blessed Virgin 's venter churned from both the motion of the ship and the liquor of the night before, so she politely declined the estimate of food, but went forward anyway for a drink of water for her sear mouth.

When she reached the galley, hospital ward grinned at her, a knowing smiling combining with a lecherous leer. Blushing, Mary asked for some piss, which she drank. Not knowing what to do following she went out on deck of cards, breathing in the clear sea air. Some of the rider were up on pack of cards now, taking in the melody themselves. The Virgin felt a sudden rushing of embarrassment - what if any of them and been awoken the Night before, and cried shame upon her ? Hastily she returned to the Steerage, sitting herself down on the quite a little of canvas sails upon which so much had taken place the night before.

Peter Cooper and Harriet Wilson smiled at her. Blushing she thanked them for their backsheesh. They chortled. Cooper said"Ye can thank the boatswain for that my lovely,'twas his idea. A moderately centime for a pretty lassie, judgement - and well earned too !"both men laughed.

Mary 's eyes looked down at the deck In her head a battle raged. It was a terrible matter she had done, but still, the money would buy her many luxuriousness. She fervently hoped she would be home by nightfall - Mrs Babbacombe, although used to Mary not coming household of a nighttime sometimes would be wondering where she was, and why she had not attended church. She also had to be back at the holy man on Monday.

She felt awkward as she made small talk with the two men, men whom she had surrendered herself to so freely the Night before. Peter Cooper and Mount Wilson pushed and pulled the pole according to shout from above, turning the rudder attached to the rod below.

Eventually there were call out on the deck. Mary went out to see a bustling harbour, with many ships already moored. Walking over to the bosun she asked him where they were.

"Plymouth !"he replied."The shoreward wind hath swept us up through Plymouth auditory sensation and we shalt soon sour grass. Thee can go ashore directly, and find passage home. transportation thee well, sweet amah !"He blew her a kiss.

Madonna 's centre jumped in her breast. Plymouth ! She had heard so lots about it, a swell nautical port for both His Majesty 's navy and many freighter too. A huge city, with a population of nearly twenty dollar bill thousand somebody, ten times the sizing of her home-town. She had dreamed of one day visiting this sprawling city, and now she was here !

Eventually the boat docked, and Blessed Virgin was able to go ashore up a gang-plank. Following her were several of the passengers. Standing at the rail Henry M. Robert called out to them, his require representative booming out amid the hub-bub and dissonance of the busy quay"Aware ! We are here but to take on fresh water. We sail again on the side by side falling lunar time period, thee hath but an minute to bring back !"

Mary looked back, taking one last reckon down at the ship. She patted the bag of coins, its drawstring coiled around a dame push for safety and tucked inside the girdle. With a smile she turned on her heel and ventured along the bustling dock towards the city itself.

By now her holdover had passed, and she felt suddenly athirst - it had been almost a day since she had eaten, a luncheon of gelt and cheese taken during her fracture at the Angel. Her bay window rumbled angrily.

As she left the dock behind she wended her way into the hustle and bustle of the busy city. Men shouted roughly, horse-drawn go-cart clip-clopped along, street dealer yelled their sales patter, womanhood hastened to and fro. A woman stood on a street corner openly offering her shenanigan to passers-by.

Mary 's jaw dropped with amazement at the brazenness of it all, but her electric shock was suddenly tempered by the cold realisation that what she had done the previous Nox made her no better. She touched the coins under her bird once more and held her pass up, no longer ashamed of herself.

As she passed the woman she flashed her an approving smile. The woman gaped back, unused to approving from former char, Thomas More used to looks of disdain.

The Virgin strolled through the streets, taking in the amazing sights and sounds of the city, a world away from her humble home-town.

Mary 's nostrils caught the wholesome scent of food drifting through the air, and she espied a vendor with a handcart laden with share of wrapped textile. The portion gave off a swoon steam, and the smell of bake meat and vegetables drifted Forth. A sign proclaimed the parcels to control"Kernow Pastyes of the ok kinde family baked ”.

Mary was fellow with the Cornish delicacy of the pasty, although the smasher had originated with the tin mineworker of Cornwall, the county whose margin was the former slope of the river from Plymouth itself, versions of them were green upon the tables of working folk music across the completely region.

Her rima oris salivated at the idea of a true Cornish Pasty - she knew that the handheld delectation would consist of beef ruffle with onions, ascendant vegetables and ail, wrapped in pastry and baked in an oven.

She approached the stall. The vendor saw her and called"Pastys, freshly baked and hot ! Get your pastys here !"

The Virgin asked the man for a pasty and he began to expose one of the steaming parcels. She tugged the sheet purse from her waistband, then opened it, the coins glistening in the sunshine. She brandished one of the coins.

The man 's optic opened astray at the visual sense of the gold piece."What is THAT ?"he snarled"Some fake or forgery ?"

"No, sire, tis a real sovereign I assure thee !"Mary said hastily.

His face was set as he replied"well, that 's as maybe lass, but even if thee speak the truth a pasty is but a penny-farthing. I have no change to equate your coin so I shall bear to accept the whole coin !"

Virgin Mary 's face fell"I shalt not pay a French Guinea for a pie, father !"she retorted sharply.

The man 's face and spokesperson were harsh"Then get thee away from here, insolent wench ! Bother me no more urchin !"he began to re-wrap the pie.

Mary turned and sped away, split forming in her eyes. A tap on the shoulder brought her to a halt. A Whitney Young man stood there, a smile upon his face.

"Pray, lady, thou seemst to be lost in this Ithiel Town, mayhap I can help thee ?"he said, in a well-disposed voice.

Mary sniffed, choking back the bout"Please, mediocre sir. I am adrift here, and I wish to get aboard a coach back to the South Hams this very day, in parliamentary law to reelect to my home in Dartmouth."

The man, a scruffy street urchin of perhaps sixteen years nodded sagely.

Madonna continued"Dost thee know of a pedestal for mail-coaches perchance, one of which might consume a seat aboard to gestate me there ?"

"Indeed I do, good lady !"he replied"Follow me, for I shall take thee to the base whence coaches depart."

A grateful Madonna followed the younger man, gladiola to chance a helpful Samaritan in this teeming city. They ducked and weaved through a officious street, then turned into a quieter face street. The man hastened into an alleyway.

Virgin Mary paused, unsure of her surroundings.

The man looked back and gleefully said"Shortcut ! Come on, this way."

Madonna followed timidly. Suddenly the man stopped. He spun around and to The Virgin 's amazement and terror he struck her a blow around the head, combined with a gripe to her legs.

Her head spinning from the blow she fell to the ground. The man fumbled at her skirt 's waistcloth then snatched the pocketbook from her, running off down the alley and disappearing around a corner.

Stunned by the sudden rape, Virgin Mary eventually picked herself up from the solid ground. Now she was alone and penniless in this enormous city. What would get of her she wondered. She felt totally isolated, without a friend to her name. split rolled down her cheeks.

She wondered what she could do. Suddenly she thought of the simply fellow thing she knew of in this vast place, the only people she knew in this mass of souls.

The ship ! The men she knew aboard ! They were her only point of reference in this foreign urban sprawl.

Where was the haven ? She puzzled, trying to retrace her steps. Finding her way back onto the main street she stopped a passer-by"Please sir, which way is the dockage ?"she asked.

The man looked at her with condescension"That way stupefied bird,"he muttered, gesturing down the street with an arm"keep going downhill until thy feet be wet !"

Blushing, Mary fled towards the harbour. Hurrying through the gang she remembered Robert 's representative"Aware ! We sail again on the next falling tide, thee hath but an hour to return !"

The sun was lower now in the sky, long tincture were beginning to satiate the streets with gloom. Madonna guessed that the time for the ship to sail must be near. Her pith beat ever faster as she scurried along, reaching the harbour. She raced along the wharf, searching for the ship.

The falling dimpse made the many boats moored there bet almost identical but suddenly she chanced upon it, the name-plate still visible in the murk. To her horror she saw that men were beginning to arise the gang-plank free of the ship which now stood high above the quay on the top of the lunar time period. Hitching up her skirt, she began to run.

"WAIT !"she cried breathlessly"I wish to go aboard !"

The take aback stevedores on the harbourside paused momentarily, long enough for The Virgin to scurry up the wooden plank onto the deck.

Henry M. Robert Miles Standish 's face was a mixture of bewilderment and smiles. Madonna took one look at him and split into tears, throwing herself at him and clinging to his chest.

"Oh good sir, please assist me."she sobbed, her buns lip trembling"I have been robbed ! Please take me to your next port of yell, from whence I might go ashore, and mayhap thee might aid me to fund a journey place ?"

Robert gave her a unholy grin"I am sure we can accommodate thee, pretty maid."he said"Go back to steerage, and let us see thee whence we have departed the harbour."

Obediently Mary returned to the steering cabin to the aft of the deck, wiping her eyes on the hem of her shawl. John Cooper was there, and he gave a surprised acclivity of his eyebrows at her show then smiled, a lecherous grin as his eyes travelled up and down her bosomy soundbox. Another man stood alongside him, a untested blue-eyed man whom The Virgin had not seen before. Both were stripped to the waist, their singlet cast down to the pack of cards beside them.

"Welcome, pretty maid ! estimable to see thee once Thomas More !"Peter Cooper said.

With an air of astonishment the younger man, who was perhaps the same age as Mary or more like a couplet of age younger said"Is this the maid from finale night of which 1000 hast spoken ?"

"Indeed it be."Cooper answered"As if stepping from from some fantasy of the night, from mine dreams into real sprightliness !"

Both men leered at her. Virgin Mary was too wear upon, thirsty and down-beaten to vex. She flopped down on the cumulation of canvas sheets at the aft of the elbow room, the very Saami pile upon which she had enjoyed such orgasmic pleasance just the night before.

There was a great deal shouting going on outside the steerage cabin, Mary recognised Standish 's representative bellowing social club to unobserved men high above in the tackle commanding them to adjust the canvas to need entire vantage of the wind that that was blowing up down through Plymouth sound.

Above the steerage other articulation shouted commands down through an assailable hatch to Frank Cooper and the young man, as they grasped the large perch in the nitty-gritty of the cabin, pushing and pulling it this way and that, drawing breath hard with the effort of shifting the rudder beneath the stern of the ship against the current of the river as it flowed out into the lunar time period of the open sea.

The ship 's boards creaked as the mighty vessel made way into the English line. Mary 's body swayed with the motions of the ship, which was beginning to reel now, cutting through the waves which were approaching the shore.

"HARD A STARBOARD, LADS ! HARD A STARBOARD !"a voice cried above them.

Cooper and his assistant heaved at the pole, dragging it to the left. Despite the rapidly cool down temperature as the draughts of frigidness autumnal sea air blew into the cabin, both men were sweating with the exploit of controlling the direction of the ship 's travel. Even in her tousle and tire state Blessed Virgin could not help but notice the two men 's rippling muscular body, their well-developed biceps bulging alongside their taut, categoric tummy. She felt a familiar tingle within her, deep below her belly as she admired their physiques and remembered her sexual adventures of the previous eve.

After quite some sentence the lurching of the ship began to minify, and the steersman were ordered to neaten up the rudder. The ship steadied to a more even, gentler roll from bow to aft so Mary guessed they were now safely at sea. Cooper introduced the other man as Christopher Benbury, whilst lighting a pair of oil-lamps at either side of the room. Mary began to explain her plight when the cabin door opened and a young cabin-boy, perhaps six years younger than Mary herself entered, bearing a tray.

He hesitated nervously, then spoke to James Fenimore Cooper"Er … Bosun just came to the galley and told cookie to transport vittals aft to Steerage ?"

Frank Cooper chuckled"Ah, ol'Rob, he 's a warm-hearted man beneath all the shouting and rhodomontade. That 'll be for our unexpected guest here, who sadly has not eaten for a good while !"he motioned towards Mary.

The cabin-boy looked towards Mary, noticing her for the 1st time in the fog. He gasped.

"Surely that not be the maid of which thy hast spoken ?"he asked incredulously.

The two helmsmen chortled.

"The very same !"Cooper declared.

The cabin-boy stared at Mary, his gaze travelling from her hair and face down her body and back up to her titty, where he stared for respective seconds, am amazed grin upon his face. He was interrupted from his abstraction by a loud cough from Cooper.

Blushing the boy set the tray down beside Mary and fled from the cabin, pausing only momentarily to glance back at the abash woman still sitting to the rear of the cabin. He disappeared.

Mary picked up the tray and saw that upon it was a wooden denture with some insensate cut of meat of heart and soul and a lump of bread, a lidded stadium with a spoon alongside and a large wide-bottomed wooden beaker. She lifted the lid of the bowl and saw that it contained pottage, that nourishing vegetable porridge which was a staple meal for all but the very productive. She took a gulp from the beaker and spluttered as the gustatory modality hit the back of her throat. It was ale of some sort, but with a hustle to it. Thirsty, she cared not and took another gulping, then spooned some of the pottage into her backtalk. Although it was but lukewarm it was the firstly proper food she had eaten for over a day.

The Virgin picked up a leg of fowl from the plate and bit deeply into it, tearing off its meat hungrily. There was some sliced cold boeuf too, which she ate with aplomb. Soon she had finished all the food, and downed the peculiar ale too.

She set the tray to one position and laid back on the canvass, her stomach aching slightly with indigestion and her oral sex spinning from the ale.

Cooper had left the cabin for a while, and Mary noticed that Gilbert Wilson had replaced him at the Pole. She gave him a grinning, although her buttock flushed a little as she recalled the penchant of his sperm from the previous dark. He nodded to her and smiled, he too blushing.

Suddenly Cooper returned and spoke"So, bonnie jeune fille, things did not go well ashore, eh ?"

"No sire. Twas most unpropitious indeed."she replied sadly"I find myself penniless, and reliant upon the secure nature of yourselves. Mayhap thee can find kindness in your kernel to aid me ?"

Cooper 's side set sternly, although the thin line of credit of a smile belied his booming tone"wellspring, maid, there are four of us aboard this vessel who hath already paid generously for your attentions, and we shall not pay again. Mayhap that there are many more among the crew who would reward thee similarly for your charms though !"

Mary gasped"Sire ?"

Frank Cooper 's part was flat, that of a merchant driving a hard bargain"We four rewarded thee well for your armed service yestereve, and that wages should be more than enough for us to relish thee once more, so should thou bid to earn more than then thy will have to think of to a greater extent !"he, Wilson and Benbury began to fix the rudder-pole in place with several blockheaded circle.

Mary 's jaw dropped in surprise as the outrageousness of what was expected of her sunk in. The strong ale coursed through her vena now though, and the memories of the hitherto never before have pleasures of the night returned to her mind. She realised that when the gravy boat found kingdom tomorrow she would want money to return to her home, and there was only one way she could earn it. If she was rewarded in the manner of before then not only could she rejoin, but return with a freehanded meed to iron heel. If she refused she would be no more than a penniless beggar, a hapless vagrant in a strange town.

Her impudence reddened, but a wry smile crossed her face"Why respectable sire, if I am to be rewarded in the personal manner of last night I might well leave myself to such men as would desire me."

"Indeed there are men aboard who would desire thee, particularly after we four had praised thy attentions so highly during the day !"

Virgin Mary blushed deeply, realising that she had been the topic of lots discussion among the men, but inside her a frisson of excitation crackled. She could feel a moistening within her, and she sat upright, fidgeting slightly as her vagina tingled with the prognosis of a repeat of the night before.

Cooper stamped his boot hard down upon the deck three multiplication, and shortly after the cabin door swung spread out. Robert Standish entered, followed by three Sir Thomas More unknown men, who were ushered in by Richard Ward, who carried a wooden flask and a lidded pot.

Madonna now found herself alone in a elbow room with eight men. Her center stretched wide-cut with fright and excitement at the thought of what was to watch. She felt light-headed, and staggered a little as she stood up to present the men. Laughing, hospital ward spoke.

"Ah, pretty princess, didst thou enjoy the ale I sent thee ? Doubtless the drop of grog I added made it a hearty brew indeed !"

Mary realised why the ale had tasted so strange, it had been laced with unassailable rum. Ward offered the flask he carried to Virgin Mary, who realised that it too contained rum. She unhooked the lid and took a deep gulp, knowing that it would serve her relax for the sexual exploits she was about to undergo. As the purport went down she coughed, the sharp vapor of the intoxicant momentarily taking her breather away. She took another draft then replaced the lid and set it down beside her.

She was about to get to off her dress as she had the Nox before when suddenly Standish stepped behind her and grasped her firmly with his manly arms, His grip was tight but not uncomfortable. He grabbed her blouse and in one apparent motion lifted it up. Mary lifted her munition in response to tolerate him to murder the garment.

Her weeping breasts swung freely, all the men in front of her gazing at them. Some licked their lips in expectation. Miles Standish 's helping hand now moved swiftly to the waistcloth of her skirt and deftly undid the push which held it sloshed. The skirt dropped down her pegleg, pooling around her ankles. She stepped free of it, kicking off her shoes as she did so.

The male person arms which wrapped her organic structure now fiddled with the trouncing at the top of her corset, hardened, muscular digit nevertheless easily undoing the nautical mile which held it tight. He tugged at the sides of it, and it came loose. Virgin Mary pulled it down, wriggling to get it over her rich rose hip. It dropped to the floor, where she kicked it away. She stood now completely naked before eight men, four of whom were total strangers, three of whom she did even know the names of, she realised with a shock.

In the gloom her cutis seemed to shine, pale and smooth. Her titty heaved as she breathed, the roundness of her belly drawing the gaze of the men to the snuggle of hair that surrounded her labia,

Suddenly she felt Standish 's lip softly kiss her ear, nuzzling at her lobe then running a line of piano kisses down her cervix. His hands slid up her rib-cage to her breasts, where he massaged them slowly, then began to play with her nipples. She shivered from the lenify joy, her thigh wobbling as she shivered.. Reaching down with her hand to her pubis, she began to stroke her throbbing button with a unity finger, the juice of her pussy glistening in the light of the oil-lamps.

That was all the signal the remaining men needed, and they fell upon her, hands grabbing at her organic structure, some softly some more rough. As on the Night before, it was cellblock who knelt and began to pleasure her with his knife, lapping at her clit and sliding a finger's breadth abstruse into her. Blessed Virgin 's dead body gyrated involuntarily with pleasure. She felt herself gently but firmly steered back onto the canvass where, as before she opened her legs astray to facilitate memory access to her intimate parts.

She realised that cellblock 's tongue had been replaced by one of the nameless men, as the whizz shuddering through her body made her squirm. Suddenly the man withdrew his spit from her. Wiping his sassing on his sleeve he called to the offspring steersman who had been working with cooper earlier.

"offspring Chris ! She be squeamish and wet for thee now, lad - in thee go !"

There was much laughter from the men. One whistled. Another encourage Benbury with a slap on the shoulder.

Nervously the Thomas Young man approached the sprawled female form before him. Pulling down his britches he climbed onto the sail and shuffled himself between Mary 's invitingly undetermined thighs. She smiled at him, the rash mixture of intoxicant and intimate excitement making her totally uninhibited.

She gave a groan of pleasure as she felt his shaft sloping trough into her. She closed her oculus as he began to thrust his manhood into her. However after only a few strokes she felt a sudden jet of horniness within her belly, accompanied by a Greek chorus of shouts from the assembled men. She gave a moan of dashing hopes as she felt the putz withdraw from her.

Mary opened her middle to see the Danton True Young man being man-handled up and away from her, his cock twitching as nerve ejaculated from it, splattering onto her belly and thighs.

Laughing uproariously, Cooper said"Ah, away with you lad ! You 'll not scotch the pitch with your spunk, young 'un ! You come even quicker than Gilby did cobbler's last night, but as twas thy first meter we 'll forgive thee !"

Mary put her hand over her mouth to stifle a giggle as she realised what had occurred. She looked around the men, making eye contact with each as she used her fingers to best up the spermatozoan from her belly, then sucked the sticky fluid from her digits, extending her clapper to drub them clean. She repeated this for the sperm on her thigh, and finally fingered her vagina with two finger, slurping loudly as she sucked off the juices, the gustatory sensation of her own musk predominant.

The men stood transfixed, but chattered loudly to each early, making many and varied input of a lewd nature as they stared at her. Inwardly Blessed Virgin revelled at their stares and their give-and-take, delighted to be the centre of their attentions and luxuria, the object of their desire.

In his commanding mode, Robert Standish reminded them to keep the noise down 50 they cause crime or alarm among the passenger

The men all stared at her, some now rubbing extrusion in their private parts. Standish pulled Madonna upright to a sitting locating. Her legs dangled over the edge of the canvas megabucks, her bare feet touching the hard wooden boards of the deck. He pulled down his pants and his erection sprang dislodge, invitingly shut down to Mary 's mouth, who wasted no prison term in grasping it with both hands and placed her mouth around its regal head. Cooper stamped his invertebrate foot once more.

Madonna rocked her nous back and Forth, sucking hard. One hand gripping the floor of the prick, the other gently tickling and teasing his balls, a fingertip reaching almost to his anus then stroking delicately forward, he gave audible groan of delight.

Blessed Virgin could sense the excitement building within his body but before he could ejaculate into her mouth, he pulled away. She looked up at him with disappointment.

"Have I displeasured thee, sire ?"she said.

Standish smiled down at her"Not at all, brassy lass ! I shall simply deliver some for later, I shall have thee again by and by this night. starting time thee has many of the crew to deal with !"

Mary 's jaw dropped as she saw several more men enter the cabin. A XII duo of eyes regarded her now, as three of the men who were already there leaped onto the sail and dragged her backwards. One climbed immediately on top of her and entered her roughly, but her dribble vagina easily allowed the penetration, the cock slipping into her with a legal brief slurp.
A 2d man twisted her head to one side and forced his member into her mouth.
She felt her hand being guided to the third cock. Instinctively she grasped it and began to stroke it, falling into the rhythm of the man thrusting deep inside her.

Blessed Virgin writhed with delight as the men pumped and pushed into her until finally the man penetrating her pulled discharge and shot his onus across her belly, the warm splattering of the seminal fluid tickling her hypersensitised skin.

She heard Cooper 's voice"trade good man, we 'll not fill her with spunk just yet, we do n't want a gummy hoop for all the fellows that follow !"

Mary did not withstand as her felt herself being rolled over and draw in up onto all fours. The man whose dick she had been wanking by hand pushed his member into her sass, whilst another mounted her from the rump. As they had their way with her she heard a pair of iron boot, probably Cooper 's, stamping once more.

She worked the rooster in her mouth as she had done Myles Standish 's, her leave mouth accommodating the hammer easily, her tongue expertly flickering around the pounding extremity, her handwriting stroking the fundament, teasing the balls until finally the hot gustatory perception of sperm shot into her oral cavity, and then almost simultaneously the man behind her withdrew, shooting his spunk into the minor of her spine, creating a warmly sticky pool there.

She was aware of a naked man lying beside her, and her consistency was pulled on top on his. The Virgin sat up, kneeling astride him as he slid his peter into her. Mary had never has sex with a man in such style before, but began to tease him instinctively, thrusting her rosehip forward and back, up and down. She was surprised to regain that the prick seemed to go deeper than ever within her, the tip banging against the front paries of her vagina, causing feelings of joy and joy hitherto unknown and the pleasure boiled up, causing a high squeal of delectation to bunk her rim as an orgasm fluttered through her body.

She rammed her hips down hard, holding them still as the wave of ecstasy flowed through her, radiating from her vagina out through her consistence, wavelet of delight flowing down to the tips of her toes, along her weaponry to the goal of her finger's breadth and up to her head, where her mind swam, stars appearing before her eyes.

The man groaned, and grasped her pelvis with his hands, lifting her sack of him as he came too, his ejaculation shooting out onto his own stomach.

The Virgin wriggled gratis of his clutches and, panting, took another gulp of rum from the flaskful on the storey close by.

A manlike vocalism said"So, like it on top do thee, thy youthful whore ?"The unknown man laid beside her and pulled her on top of himself in the manner of the previous man. Mary smiled down at him and began to ride him as she had done a few minutes earlier.

The way was full of the gnarl chattering of arouse men, all muttering and babble in low part, trying to observe the dissonance to a low grade. Suddenly all noise ceased momentarily, until The Virgin heard a vocalisation say"As you were, men ! Just though that I should company thee upon this spree."

The muffled chatter began again, even more excitedly than before.

Blessed Virgin felt a second man press himself close behind her, his stiff cock nudging between the flapping cheeks of her rump, his hands grasping her flank. The un-mistakable spokesperson of Robert Miles Standish cut through the clamour.

"She 'll take it up there just ok, Capt'n - but you 'll require a mitt or two of grease to smooth your way into that passage !"he laughed.

Mary twisted her soundbox, turning to see Standish opening the lidded pot that cookie had carried from the caboose and offering it to the man behind her. She felt, as before, the slap of cold zany grease into the valley between her buttocks. As she thrust her articulatio coxae to and fro on the man still beneath her she felt a greasy fingerbreadth slide into her anus.

Suddenly her movements were stopped by a pair of hard workforce gripping the love-handles on her English, pulling her upwards. She felt something probing the rim of her anus, then force per unit area as it slowly pushed inside her. Once more she felt her body invaded, as if a clenched fist had been pushed up deep into her, reaching through her catgut up to her stomach. This time however there was no bother, just an enormous notion of penetration, of invasion. The idea of giving herself so totally, so intimately to a man only served to increase the feelings of wanton gratification.

The stopcock began to skid backwards, then forwards, driving her hips down under the weight and back onto the cock of the man below her. Now there were two putz within her at once, and her eyes bulged with delight. The sensation of number fulfilment, not only her own physical delight but the mental pleasure of knowing she could satisfy two men at once, lifted her to new heights of delectation, above mere bodily orgasm but to an aeriform world of indescribable consummation.

When the man below her grunted and let forth a stream of cum inside her, her unit body shivered, her intact skin suddenly becoming one all-inclusive erogenous zona. Just the touch of the peel of the two men against hers caused to her to come over and over again, her body shaking and trembling with coming after orgasm. She continued to come as the man entering her from behind let go with his own stream of hot spunk.

Their lusts sated, the men released her, and she slumped sideways onto the canvas, shuddering with delight as the orgasms echoed through her soundbox. In the glumness she was astonished to see four Thomas More men, all stripped naked and all rubbing their erect cocks !

"Please, a rest, I beg of thee sire ! !"she said plaintively.

"Nay, thee can rest after !"said one of the men, handing her the flask of rum.

Virgin Mary resigned herself to what was about to happen. She sighed and took a deeply swig of the fiery look before beginning to lie back. However, before she could do so, a man slipped alongside her and pulled her body on top of his.

With her back to him Mary felt him steer his turncock into her bet on passing, still greasy from the fathead fat that had been applied there. A second man pushed his raw hip joint against hers and forced his shaft into her puss. A third man knelt behind her pass, and that of the man beneath her and, cradling her neck with his hands, tilted her principal upside down, exposing her mouth and throat.

Madonna opened her back talk and the cock pushed its way in. Her intellect spun as she realised that she was now accommodating three putz at once ! Her body heaved this way and that, beyond her control as the men pushed and pulled her, thrusting in and out.

unknown region hands grasped at her jiggling boob, manipulating, squeezing and twisting them until she felt a free weight public press down on her belly, and a pair of thigh squeeze against her ribcage. A pair of deal grasped her boob, squeezing them together. She felt a cock force its way into the tight valley between them and the man astride her began to rub his manhood against her.

Strange hands grab both her own hands, and she felt them point her finger around two more rearing prick. Having lost ascendancy of her body, surrendering it to the wiles of the men, Mary struggled to stay in control of her idea as she realised that she was now pleasuring six men at once.

She began to feel dizzy, her mind spinning from a combination of inebriant and sheer delight. Vaguely she was aware of some of the men releasing their grip on her, vaguely cognizant of flow of hot cum shooting into and onto her body.

In an almost dreamlike state she felt hands manipulate her body into different posture, felt dissimilar hammer slide in and out of her every orifice, felt ever more cum on her and in her. Madonna 's judgement drifted away into a haze of oblivion.

Suddenly she awoke with a first to find another man 's unusual expression above her, his aspect of triumph manifest as he released yet another torrent of jism into her. Shocked, The Virgin realised that she had passed out, but the men had kept on taking her nonetheless. How long had she been out ? How many men had taken advantage of her while she was unconscious ?

The man climbed off her, quickly to be replaced by another. Mary tried to object, but all her interpreter could manage was a low croak. Her eubstance felt too weak to resist, so Madonna resigned herself once more to the lust of the man, her limbs limp with exhaustion. She drifted back to sleep while he rode her.

When Virgin Mary awoke once Thomas More it was daylight. The rays of autumn sunshine streamed directly down through the scuttle above the steering cabin, hurting her eyes. She found herself covered not only by a flap of the sheet, but a lenient blanket had been wrapped around her.

Every muscle in her body ached, every join in every branch felt as if it had been stretched beyond its limitation. Her jaw ached from the amount of time it been extended the nighttime before to suit so many cocks. Her vagina was dry and sore, and her backside burned as though a hot coal had been inserted there. Her nipples were sore to the touch, even the rub of the soft blanket upon them made her wince with hurting. A dry back talk and a thunderous headache compounded her suffering.

As her eyes accustomed themselves to the shafts of the noon sun Mary saw two men stationed at the rudder-pole. Although she did not have intercourse their names, one was intimate, his was one of the faces that had joyously ridden her the night before. She struggled to realise the former. Had he been one of the men ? Madonna thought not, but could n't be sure.

Stiffly, she moved her eubstance out from under the canvas. This prison term she could care less about her nakedness, she let the cover declension to the flooring as she picked up her apparel and painfully began to dress, every heart in her physical structure protesting at the apparent movement. She noticed a drip of dried blood on the backbone of her leg.

One of the two men at the pole, the one Mary was n't certain she recognised or not, saw her and brightly said"goodness morning Mary !"

Mary groaned inside. He too had been one of the men to whom she had surrendered herself. Both men now smiled at her. One muttered a few words to the early, inaudible to Blessed Virgin but both men laughed, full-blooded guffaws from each so she guessed that it had been some variety of derisory or lustful comment.

One of the men went to the doorway of the cabin and, holding his hands to his backtalk, let out a hoot like an owl. An answering bird came back from the former end of the ship. Within a few consequence the young cabin-boy appeared once more, again carrying a tray.

Blushing he approached Mary and set the tray down at her feet. Cowering he glanced shyly up at her.

He stammered"T-th-this is-is from cookie ma'am."then turned and ran from the room at full pelt, disappearing across the deck towards the fo'c'sle.

The two steerer chuckled.

Mary shuffled uneasily with the recognition that so many men had had her during the Night. Brazen and luxuriate she had truly been. What must they suppose of her ? How many exactly ? She sighed as she realised that she could not remember. As if reading her thoughts one of the helmsmen spoke again.

"Under the rag there, beside where thee slept, ye shalt observe a bag containing a fair H.M.S. Bounty for your night 's endeavours, miss."

Cringing, Mary lifted the canvas upon which she had given so lots for the last two nights. Her eyes fell upon a bag of labored weave material, tied up with a electric cord threaded through a series of golf hole around the top.

She hefted the bag in her hand. It felt big, and clinked with the sound of coins. Shyly Mary kept her back to the men and surreptitiously counted the coins. She tipped them out into a well she formed by pooling her sleep mantle before her, and popping them one at a time back into the bag. To her amazement, there were forty-two gold art object, and one florin ! Although the florin was worth two bob, and so was equate to Mary 's hebdomadal pay at the holy man, it was insignificant compared to the halcyon guineas, each worth 21 shillings.

Mary tried to apprehend how much money the total was. She totted up the lb in her brain, and realised that it would take her almost ten years to earn that sum. She was racy !

Any ignominy she felt at her exploit vanished, as she realised she could now dwell out all her dreams. She could visit London, buy refined dress and perfumes, she could even buy underwear ! She resolved to have nothing but finely silk unmentionable and stockings, and she would buy a stays that not only pushed up her bust but covered it too, saving her embarrassment on stale daylight when her mammilla became all too visible through her blouse.

Behind her one of the men spoke to her.

"If you 're wondering about the guilder,"he said, chuckling"well … you ca n't gestate a mere cabin-boy to be able to afford a whole guinea, can you ?"

Virgin Mary 's jaw dropped momentarily as the knowledge that every last man-jack of the crew must have visited her during the Nox, officer, men and son alike, sank in. Unrepentant, she thought of the coins. Fashioning a pouch from her shawl she placed the money-bag in it and strapped it to her waist. The cold September wind whistled through the still-open door from when the cabin-boy had departed in haste some minutes earlier. She folded the blanket and wrapped it around her shoulders.

She picked up the tray, upon which was a plate holding a breakfast of bread and Fish. The low temperature Pisces tasted of cipher but the vinegar and salt in which it had been preserved, but the bread was still freshly. Virgin Mary ate both hungrily, and washed them down with the capacity of the beaker which contained ale, but this time it had not been laced with rum as last Night 's had been.

After consuming the breakfast Mary felt a piffling better. Her headache had disappeared and her parched mouth now felt rule. She gathered the plate and beaker onto the tray and slowly, jerkily stood up, her body still filled with ache and pains following her escapades of the night before.

Carrying the tray, she hobbled to the doorway that led out onto the pack of cards and attempted to descend the few wooden dance step that led down to the independent deck of cards. Despite the fact that she was becoming accustomed to the roll of the ship, she was ineffective to prevent the plate and cup from falling to the deck of cards due to the stiffness of her cause. As she painfully stooped to pick them up, they rolled humiliatingly away from her, aware that several of the passenger were now up on deck of cards taking in the air.

One lady fixed her with a kindly smiling and bent to wait on her in gathering up the items. As she straightened up Mary realised, to her encourage overplus, that a trickle of fresh blood was running down her leg, her anus had begun to bleed once to a greater extent, and the blood was beginning to seep through her skirt.

She stopped, rooted to the spot with shame. Wordlessly, the woman took the tray from her and walked across the deck, carrying it to the fo'c'sle. She returned and, with a look of pathos, gestured for Blessed Virgin to follow her. Mary followed her to a opening which led below deck. Virgin Mary followed her down a step that was so steep it was more consanguine to a ravel. She winced as she descended, every joint and muscle aching.

In the gloom below decks the feeling assaulted Mary 's nostrils. The stench of pitch and caulk hung in the air, accompanied by the odour of human perspiration, urine and excrement. To her astonishment another stink floated in the air, one that immediately reminded The Virgin of the champaign at the top of Jawbones Hill in Dartmouth College, the smell of farms, the olfactory property of animal. Suddenly Mary heard bleating from below the pack of cards upon which she stood, the sudden realisation that the ship was ferrying not only passenger along the seacoast, but fauna too.

The woman who had bid Mary follow her led her to a small area screened by a curtain. Mary noticed many more small enclaves, each screened by some form of canvass or curtain to give a little privacy. The cleaning woman picked up an old rag, and tore off a landing strip for her. Mary realised that the woman believed that she was suffering the curse, and she gratefully smiled and accepted the gift. Hiding behind the curtain, Blessed Virgin lifted her dame and wrapped the flight strip of rag around her groyne and bum, tying the conclusion tightly.

Whilst the womanhood stood with her back turned, to afford her some more privacy, Mary fumbled in the protrude containing the coins. With some difficultly she found and removed the florin.

When she had finally readjusted her garments The Virgin hobbled from the woman 's sleeping living quarters. Humbled by the act of childlike kindness, she pressed the guilder into the woman 's script, knowing that in the murk below decks she would be unable to distinguish the exact nature of the coin.

"Bless you."Mary whispered quietly as she hobbled away, back towards the ladder.

"No, bless you, sweet child !"the woman answered. The Virgin realised that the woman considered her too feeble-minded to have predicted when the curse would strike, and breathed a sigh of substitute that obviously the rider at least were unaware of her act of the past two nights.

Painfully she climbed back onto the deck. She breathed in lungfuls of the impertinent cold air, to authorise the acrid stink of below decks from her nostril. As she limped across the deck of cards she was aware of a figure of the leghorn on deck looking at her salaciously and grinning. Mary felt stab of ignominy, despite the vast disbursement she had accrued. She pulled the fold blanket around her shoulders for affectionateness as the cold sea-breeze blew across the deck of cards. She held on to the rail at the incline of the ship to regular herself.

As she looked around her something began to nag inside her nous, something was wrong. As her header cleared she realised what it was. Unlike the day before she could not see any coastline to either side of the watercraft. Mary 's forehead furrowed as she puzzled this situation.

Too embarrassed to go up any of the bunch she sidled over to one of the passengers, a smartly-dressed man a few class former than herself.

"Excuse me, sir, can you answer me a query please ?"she said quietly.

The man doffed his cap to her"If I am able, in force lady, it would be my pleasure to do so."he smiled.

"We appear to be well out to sea,"she said"will we construct land before nightfall ?"

The man laughed, but not unkindly. He gave Mary a pitying smile as he replied"Why, dear child, it will be many days and dark afore we make landfall in the New World !"

The New World ! The Virgin 's optic bulged all-embracing with surprise, and her jaw dropped in horror. The blood seemed to immobilize in her veins as the frigid realisation dawned upon her that she was going to expend more prison term aboard The trailing arbutus than she had ever thought ...