generator 's banker's bill : This is a story, and the author is aware that it is not 100 % historically accurate, although efforts have been made to guarantee some point of realism. It is a work of fiction, however, and intended to be no More than that.



Blessed Virgin 's Unexpected Journey

"Thomas More ALE, WENCH, MORE ALE !"the man cried, slamming his discharge tankard on the wooden table, causing the flame from the candle in the center to flicker. He and his three companions guffawed loudly and joined in a Greek chorus of call for more than, laughing, stamping their foot on the flagstone and banging their own tankards.

With a benign smile, Mary filled two hurler of ale from the barrel of beer behind the bar return and then, ducking under the oil-lamps that illuminated the bar, approached the men sitting at their table at the far side of the room.
Although they were getting a bit rowdy that was naught unexpected - many sailors visited the port of Dartmouth College, its deep-water tidal estuary and senior high school valley sides were the unadulterated shelter for all sizes of ships. These men were no exception, hardened seamen each and, typical of sailors ashore, drinking heavily.

However, they had sound humour, and tipped well. Mary was pleased to answer them, as she was most matelows, as her every week wage of two shillings was paltry. Tips from wealthy customers could sometimes add several farthings to her pay.
Virgin Mary had learned that if she wore the top of her blouse pulled low, and strapped her girdle 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 Thomas More, and to a greater extent often.

Mary was sword lily of her underbust girdle, the only when point of unmentionable that she possessed. It held in her snipe tummy, and pushed up her chest, giving her last to the figure she longed for, like the daguerreotypes of fat and regal madam from London which hung in the antechamber of the Town hall.

How Virgin Mary wished that one day she might chaffer London, its glamour and mystique seemed a animation removed from that of a poor orphan daughter in a small Devon town. Perhaps she might even go to a theatre to watch a play by the man they called The Bard, who had died just a few years earlier.

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

Her upbringing in the orphanhood of holy person Deliverer 's had been austere and bleak, gruelling physical work and harsh treatment. remembering of being awoken early on chilly winter mornings, washing in cold water, dressing in the night then walking across to the contiguous Church of Saint Saviour 's in society to scavenge and polish the ornate ironwork door, or dusting the inside and seeing to the rood-tree CRT screen within came back to her mind.

Mary was slightly less unfortunate person than some of the other tike as an natural endowment, a bequest of her founding father 's death in the service of the king, ensured that she received more substantive meal than otherwise, although she often gave some of her food away to other children who remained hungry even after the daily supper of vegetable broth and bread.

whacking with a peg or bang were not rare, for girls as well as boys, although Madonna often escaped punishment due to her capacity for arduous transplant and an aptitude for schooltime object lesson, a finding to one day escape her poverty driving her on.
She had proved an able and eager pupil in the classroom, learning her figure by the age of nine, and her varsity letter by thirteen.

Mary was shaken from her castle in the air as she reached the tabular array, and began pouring ale from her ewer into the tankards of the waiting sailor. Their words was coarse but good-natured, bantering with the Lester Willis Young woman.

"Har har har, lovely couple of jug !"said one, chuckling heartily.

"Arr, I do continue thinking of peach tree for some reason !"said another.

One of the men grabbed Mary's buttocks through the pleats of her skirt as she bent forward, grasping tightly.

"OUCH !"exclaimed Mary, standing upright"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 bluejacket all laughed loudly.

The men had already tipped her a cent each, a day 's wages for a immature barmaid, and she well knew that slew of flirting would pull in her more besides.

Most of the early client had slipped quietly into the darkness of a Saturday night, the locals only too cognizant that sottish seamen were best avoided, and although these were private bottom rather than Royal navy bluejacket they could still cause trouble later.

Old Joe, who ran the inn looked over from his stance behind the bar and rolled his middle. Outwardly he tried to impress an air of disapproval of his barmaid 's dalliance but he knew that it was good for business sector, and usually prevented drunken seafarer from causing damage in the bar.

Blessed Virgin had worked for him for five years now, and had been one of the best girls he had employed in his score of years running the inn known as The Carv 'd backer. As 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 crystallize liquid state into four specs he placed them upon a tray. Virgin Mary carried the tray to the table and set the glasses before the men. One called out to the innkeeper.

"Landlord ! Another glass, if thee will !"

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

She glanced at Joe, who gave a tacit nod. It was nearing the end of the night, and if the men were prepared to spend even Thomas More money on expensive spirits in ordination to throw them away then that was alright with him.

Madonna lowered her side, cocked her pass to one incline and turned her middle innocently upwards"Art thee tempting me with strong liquor, father ?"she asked, although the thin line of a smile on her face belied her naïve words.

The men guffawed once More, clapping loudly. One said"Arr, a lass such as thee, I daresay ye could ne'er handle solid drinking, eh ?"challenging her to go through the drink.

"Oh no ?"said Blessed Virgin, with an air of mock defiance. Picking up the trash she took a deeply breath and raised the glass to her rim, tipping the liquid into her oral fissure and gulped it down in one.

brouhaha followed from the four men, cheers and catcalls rang out, and they capered in their seating room like tethered dancing bears.

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

Joe brought over the bottle and refilled the glasses, giving Mary a disapproving scowl. Mary winked at him. He rolled his optic once more, but gave The Virgin a subtle answering blinking.

"leave of absence the bottle, landlord."said one of the men."And pray, let this young housemaid sit and subscribe drinkable with us as a reward for her hard travails this eve ?"He motioned for Madonna to draw up a wooden seat and join them. Blushing slightly, Mary obeyed. It was a rest period to sit down, having spent many hours on her infantry whilst she worked, the firmly wooden shoes making her feet ache, despite the bobber insoles she had fashioned for them.

Now turning to his comrade the man said"straits and tails for who doth pay ?"the party nodded, each fumbling in their sack and producing canvass pocket. They all opened them, revealing a extract of golden doubloons in each. Mary 's center opened blanket at the money, glittering even in the dim light 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, soundly lady."said one, and The Virgin tossed it into the air, catching it and placing it on the mesa. She noticed that the coins were in fact crowned head, golden guineas Charles Frederick Worth vingt-et-un shilling each.

Her coin bore the look-alike of the baron, and the men removed their hands, revealing that three of them also had Heads. These men screamed with laugh, jeering their comrade 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 perch caught them adeptly. His optic now opened wide as he saw what the coins actually were.

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

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

They drank another round of the brandy and introduced themselves to her ; whoremaster Cooper and Sir William Gilbert Wilson, steersman, Richard Ward, Captain Cook and Henry M. Robert Standish, bosun. They revealed that their ship, normally a cargo hauler, was currently sailing as a ferry"Carrying family line along th'seashore, embrasure to port. Not th'near excitin'o'trips as yet, but the pay is good."said Cooper.


The Virgin found herself particularly attracted to Robert Standish, perhaps as his rank on the ship was the same as that of the father she could not recollect, the father-figure she never had. They drank another round of golf of feel, emptying the bottle.

As he spoke of the ship 's journeying to foreign lands Virgin Mary found herself imagining travelling the existence. A pipe-dream for a poor girl such as her, but a illusion nonetheless.

By now, three large brandies were beginning to ready Mary slightly silly. Her head 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 black skins ?"

The company laughed uproariously at her naivety. Cooper spoke"Indeed there be darkey in far-off terra firma, we 've seen them !"he chuckled"They wear no clothes, women as w 'll as men - and the men all ha'humanity the sizing of your arm hanging down !"He placed the palm of his impart hand in the twist of his right arm, and raised his right fist.

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

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

Blessed Virgin 's face flushed red. Indeed she had known man. respective men in fact. Having left the orphanage at the age of fifteen she had gained digs with the widow Babbacombe, an aged woman who lived alone in a large house following the death of her married man many year earlier. Old Mrs Babbacombe had taught her the secret of avoiding being with fry. Her words echoed still in Blessed Virgin 's mind"A hebdomad from the beginning o'the jinx is fine, but ne'er the two weeks hence, then the fourth week ye be good again."

Mary had used this cognition to capital vantage in the past. Once, after a brief liaison with a handsome youthful boater who worked on the riverboats she had been given passage up the river for a day out in the mart town of Totnes, ten statute mile upstream, past the villages of Stoke Gabriel and Dittisham. It was the only time in her life Madonna had ever left Dartmouth.

Her willingness to accompany a man to his bed bedchamber had gained her several friends among the local anaesthetic menfolk, although many of the town 's womenfolk and clergy were less pleased.

At church on a Sun Mary frequently overheard talk behind her back suggesting that she ought to be put in the pillory in 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 order to get by in life, and damn what anyone else thought.

Right now, she knew that it had been twenty-two days from the outset of the curse, so refuge was assured. She smiled, clutching once more at Standish 's arm."Mayhap I hath known of man. Mayhap I may fuck of him again afore this Night is out."she said, coyly.

The four hooted and whistled loudly. As the tankards and the brandy bottleful were now empty, Robert suggested that they depart, and invited The Virgin to return with them to"inflict our fair vessel for a clip"

The Virgin agreed, and fetched her shawl from behind the bar. Old Joe shook his read/write head at her, but gave a concluding conspiratorial wink before she departed.

As the five of them stumbled out into the nighttime, past the carved cherub which stood above the doorway of the inn they looked back at the building, its fateful tarred oaken shaft breaking up the whitewashed arena of wall. Blessed Virgin blew out the lamp which hung outside the breast 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 rough lot, they were generally salt-of-the-earth character, and she felt strangely safe clutching Robert 's arm. The brandy warmed her interior, causing her to stumble a little as they made their way from Higher Street down Broad stair to the Embankment. Her shoes clattered on the all-encompassing flagstones and John Cooper seized her other arm to stabilize her. He maintained his bag as they descended, then they walked unsteadily past the Butterwalk along the perambulation towards their ship.

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

Illuminated only by the Moon, the five made their way towards the wharf of Pierre de Terrail 's Cove at the far end of the embankment. As they approached the dock-master's agency at the entrance of the narrows that led to the Cove they crept quietly, not wishing to draw care to the fact that a woman was being smuggled surreptitiously on board a vessel.

Like the Carv 'd Angel Falls, the dock-master 's authority was a marvellous Antony Tudor construction, its whitewashed walls broken up by shadow tarred beams. As they neared the narrows they realised their caution was unwarranted - in an authority on the ground floor a night-watchman slumbered soundly in a chairwoman. The five of them chortled, each placing their mitt on their oral cavity and whispering"Hushhh !"to one another.

As they came out onto Pierre Terrail 's Cove itself the ship, a four-masted vessel of a good thirty yards in distance could be seen at the far end of the short wharfage. In the moonshine Mary read the public figure of the watercraft, engraved upon a plaque below the captain 's room in the stern of the ship.

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

Her feet stumbled on the cobble-stones of the cove, and she almost slipped whilst continuing to hiccough. From behind her a articulation said"We 'll bear to cure thee of those - close your eyes !"

Mary did so, to no relevancy though as from behind her a pair of deal covered her eyes. She heard muttering then a voice said softly"This 'll heal thy hics, fair maiden over"she suddenly gasped as a pair of hands grasped her titty, and a duet of lips covered her own. A tongue 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 stomach. Behind her the man holding her eyes also pressed close, rubbing his pelvic arch against her rump. He too had a hard glob, pressed against her behind.

With a sudden head start Mary realised that she was going to be expected to let all four men have their way with her, not just Henry Martyn Robert as she had thought initially. The cushion was more than tempered however both by the after-effects of the brandy and the feelings coursing through her eubstance as she felt two sexually excited men gyrate against her. She could feel herself moistening inside, as she realised that she had nil to lose. Mary had enjoyed sex with one man at a time, four would simply be four times the delight, and in the morning the men would sail away on the lunar time period, probably never to be seen again in the town, so no-one would ever acknowledge what she had done.

Suddenly she was released from their clutches and sail up a gang-plank onto the deck of the ship. From there she was hastened into a room at the bum of the main deck,"steering"she was told. In the centre of the room a broad pole protruded upwards from a golf hole in the deck, as tall as a man. The butt of the way was dominated by a pile of folded sail sheets.

In the gloominess mortal lit an oil lamp, throwing a foreign yellowy gleam across the elbow room. Henry M. Robert held a finger's breadth to his lips"Quietly now, we shall not awaken our rider, lads !"he warned.

A niggling anxious now, Mary turned to look the four men. In the Inner Light she could see that their middle were fixed upon her, travelling over ever inch of her soundbox, their hearty smile only serving to heighten her sense of anticipation.

The scent of caulk and tar, miscellaneous with the stench of sweat and urine seemed to emanate from the very board of the ship itself. Mary paused for a here and now, unsure of what to do.

Suddenly Gary Cooper spoke"Well get along on then, let us see it !"

Taking a deep breath, Virgin Mary turned around, slipped off her horseshoe, the dampness wood of the boards cool against her feet. She undid the fasteners to the side of the waist set of her wench, and let it fall to the floor, exposing her bare flanks and butt. She stepped out of the wench and turned back to confront the four men, who had stepped forward and surrounded her.

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

"Titties !"said Aaron Montgomery Ward excitedly"Let us see thine titties !"

Obediently, Mary crossed her implements of war and began to rive her blouse upwards. As she did so, her pendulous bosom swung free, prop up upwards by the corset below them. Before she had even lifted the blouse off her head a yoke of lips clamped down onto each of her nipples, and custody grasped at the smooth, goose-bumped white figure exposed. She tugged the garment resign, to see that it was Ward and Cooper who suckled at her breasts, their hired man sliding up the inside of her second joint, stroking over her pubic bone, fingers running through her pubic hair.

Robert reached out for her face with both men, pulling it towards his own, and kissing her, his tongue reaching into her back talk, probing, exploring. Behind her Wilson fondled her rear, his fingerbreadth kneading the human body of her bum, his breathing place hot upon her shoulders as he pressed against her, his oral fissure kissing the nape of her cervix, gnawing at her ear lobes.

Suddenly a finger's breadth slid into her wet slot, whether Cooper 's or Ward 's she knew not, nor cared, the tip briefly tickling her clitoris before digging cryptic into her. Virgin Mary let out a moan of pleasure, closing her heart and allowing the men free reign with her body.

A endorse finger joined the get-go, the digit curving cycle to stroke deep within her against the straw man wall of the interior of her vagina, raising her pleasure further. Suddenly the fingers withdrew. Standish released her from the osculation, stepping back to watch what was happening.

Ward released her right wing titty from his backtalk and fell to his knees. Cooper continued to lactate her go out titty, his forget hand grasping her unloosen nipple. The slimy feel of his fingers betrayed the fact that it had been he who had fingered her so tight to an orgasm.

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

Cooper now lifted his mouth away from her chest, his spit describing a line of credit up between her breasts, both his hand now manipulating her nipples. His backtalk planted a personal line of credit of kisses up her neck, over her mentum and unto her lips, then his knife began to explore her mouth.

Robert Standish continued to watch her, his munition now folded.

Suddenly she felt herself be dragged backwards and away from the bosom of Mary Augusta Arnold Ward and Peter Cooper, downwards towards the pile of canvas tent canvas behind her. Edmund Wilson firmly pushed her down, her torso flavorless out, him kneeling behind her top dog, above her boldness. He pulled down his pant to his knees, his erect hammer springing out. Mary knew what he expected of her, but first she spread her legs all-inclusive, raised her knees, heels on the canvas tent, pointed to the center of her groin and spluttered"More, to a greater extent of that my good men !"

She then tilted her head back and suppliantly opened her mouth. E. O. Wilson placed a hand under the cover of her neck, lifting her head up and sliding his cock into the waiting opening. Mary 's want were granted as she felt a lip utilize itself to her privates, a tongue invading her intimately.

Her own tongue worked on the member in her mouth, licking at the swollen head, before President Wilson pushed down hard. Her caput tilted back, Mary 's throat easily accepted the trespass, and Woodrow Wilson began to slide in and out, at maiden slowly then quicker. Mary gasped for breather between strokes, her consistency wriggling with pleasure from the sense throbbing through her body as an unknown tongue delighted her gloomy below.

That knife withdrew, and was quickly replaced by another, whilst coarse-skinned hands stroked and fondled her integral body, the roughness of their weather cutis contrasting with the soft, shine cutis of the Cy Young woman, the rubbing serving to deepen her delight further.

work force stroked up and down her thighs, over her tum and tit. A span of work force wriggled under her and kneaded her buttocks. Mary surrendered herself to the raptus of sexual contact.

Alexander Wilson 's cock slid easily in and out of her oral cavity, one moment comb-out in her mouthpiece, its question retreating to her lips then sliding forcefully down into the top of her throat and back again. He paused, his hammer in her sassing until his body suddenly stiffened. He rammed his cock down and Mary felt his cum ticker 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 fissure of the strong fluid, but leaving the salty tang on her glossa. The other three men gave muffled sunniness, praising Mary and mocking Wilson.

"Ha ! The young girl takes a taste well, all for the soundly with thee, cum-quick !"one said. Even in the gloom Virgin Mary could see Wilson 's case redden as she looked up at him.

She had little chance to reflect though as she felt a body mounting on top of her, positioning itself between her still raised and spread ramification. She looked down to see Ward, his knee pants pulled to his knee joint, steering his voiceless putz towards her pussy. He reached her, sliding easily into the dripping wet hole. She gasped as the cock invaded her, the backbreaking organ filling her insides.

He began to pump her, and she responded by giving out a series of pleasured grunts with each solidus. Her noises became louder as Ward banged into her, until Gary Cooper hastily scrambled onto the canvas tent alongside her. He tilted her position to the sliding board and pushed his hard cock into her, causing her to give a muffled squeal of pleasure.

"stillness, my peach !"he said softly"This 'll prevent thee quiet, for sure"

The Virgin 's head began to spin - the superstar of having two peter in her at once, knowing she was pleasing two men at the Saame time was both stimulate and empowering. She sucked obediently at the turncock, between pant as Montgomery Ward continued to forge away at her, his workforce grasping her hips, pulling them up to adjoin his thrusts. Her straits jerked with the speech rhythm, causing Cooper to give out his own repress moans of pleasure.

Her eubstance began to pulsate and her brain began to spin as the thrill rose within her. She could feel her eye buffeting in her thorax then gave a sigh as orgasm overtook her. She could finger a boot of extra dampness within her vagina, even as the rooster continued to plough into her. Her arms and legs trembled and her skin prickled with the joy of it all.

In her ecstatic state of matter she was vaguely aware of the men speaking to each other, then she groaned as the cocks pulled out of her.

Not for long however, as she felt strong manpower roll her unprotesting torso over onto her front, then lift her onto all quaternary, her knees and elbows taking her weight.

Now, it was Ward 's prick which slid into her invitingly open mouth, while Peter Cooper took her from behind, his shaft pushing its way into her vagina, burying itself mystifying within her. Her entire consistency tingled with the sensations of the orgasm still thrilling her.

With the cock in her mouth, Mary savoured the musky taste of her own succus, mixing with the shape of Aaron Montgomery Ward and the live end of the flavour of Wilson 's punk. Ward placed his hands upon her head and began to have it off her mouth. Her torso rocked backwards and forwards, her breasts swinging to and fro with the calendar method of Cooper 's thrusts from the rear. As the men synchronised their thrusts Mary felt her delight arise once more.

To her amazement another orgasm ripped through her torso, causing her to tremble and shake. Her head exploded with pleasure. Mary had never experienced more than one climax at a sentence - she had not been aware that it was even possible ! Her coxa wriggled, grinding against Cooper, who gave an agonised grunt, then Virgin Mary felt a flow of hot cum shoot deep inside her, its warmth strong-arm evidence of the pleasure she was giving to the men, delighting her even more.

When Cooper withdrew from her, she focussed her tending now solely on the cock filling her rima oris. Madonna had learned from experience how to please a man with her mouthpiece, and she subjected Ward to the entire range of her endowment, reaching up with her right field hand and grasping the base of the shaft, wringing her paw gently around it as she pulled her point away, then wrapped her tongue expertly around the head, using the tip of her knife to stimulate that most raw surface area just below the Qaeda of the head, where the foreskin joins the shaft.

Ward gave out a guttural moan, then semen ejaculated powerfully from the tip, the first shot splattering against her facial expression. Duteously opening her mouth wide-cut, the side by side shot discharged directly into her mouth. She hastily placed her lips around the tip of the cock, sucking furiously as the rest of his cargo fired into her mouthpiece in hot jolts, gulping it down.

When she was certain the interjection had ended, Mary released the member from her mouth. Cum from the first off shot of Barbara Ward 's orgasm was plastered around her back talk, and stuck to his pubic pilus.

She extended her tongue, and licked around her mouth, cleaning her upper lip with the outstretched tip. She ran two finger through the semen-coated pubic hair, scooping off as much as she could, then sucking it off her digit, to a ripple of approving murmurs from the men surrounding her.

Now, glancing over her shoulder she saw Henry Martyn Robert climb onto the pile of canvass behind her, pulling his knickerbockers down to expose his stiff cock. She smiled, eager to delight but the grinning vanished from her brim as she felt the man steer his hard dick into the crack 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 Saviour 's who used to touch her there with his digit, before lifting his cassock and making her rub him. She shivered and, fighting against panic, attempted to wriggle free.

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

Madonna struggled against him, but his strong bridge player grasped her hips strongly. She felt a duad of hired hand grip her ankles, dragging her legs further apart. A second pair of hands suddenly held her limb, pinning her in place. She heard Robert 's voice once more.

"Cookie !"he commanded,"Fetch some grog and some fathead grease, this one will be a tight 'un mayhap."

"Aye, aye bos'n !"responded Ward, departing the room into the duskiness beyond.

Blessed Virgin 's heart pounded in her chest as the hammer continued to rub between her buttocks, droplets of liquidity dribbled from it, beginning to lubricate its passage. Suddenly Ward returned.

"Try this Rob !"he puffed, passing a wooden bowl to the bosun. Mary Augusta Arnold Ward then grasped Mary 's jaw, tilting her head back, and squeezing her lip unfastened. He tipped the contents of a small wooden jug into her mouth and held on, forcing her to swallow.

The bitter-sweet sting of the liquidness burned down her throat and into her gut. Mary recognised the tasting of Rum immediately, the harsh liquor almost instantly making her feel light-headed. individual forced a short length of rope intersection into her mouth.

Her heading began to feel light, as she swivelled it around to see Robert larding his hard-on with a grey slimy substance. Montgomery Ward dipped his hand into the bowl and, scooping up some of the fat with his finger's breadth began to slap it around, and then into, her cockeyed hollow. Mary 's head drooped forward, hanging listlessly.

Suddenly she felt a thrust as the rooster invaded her backside. Her psyche shot up, her eyes bulging. The sensation of the panoptic girth of the cock burrowing into her felt as though a clenched fist had been stuck up into her belly, a sudden dull pain. She gasped, biting down on the piece of rope.

However, the cock retreated and the infliction faded, the rum by now dulling her senses. As the turncock slid in for a second time it pushed slower, easing into the orifice gently.

Mary realised that the nuisance was lupus erythematosus than the first time she had been with a man, LE than the oath even. The rooster slid back, then slowly in again. It began to palpate at kickoff bearable, then prosperous, and finally pleasurable.

She spat out the rope. Her hint came in pant as the cock began to thrust, picking up upper as it slid in and out of her, the goose-fat causing slurping noises as it entered her.

A hand slipped under her and a digit began to stroke her clitoris. Her trepidation turned to drunken joy as her pleasure arose. Another pair of helping hand massaged her breasts. As Henry Martyn Robert increased his fastness, both of his poke and the digit now sliding easily through her wet pussy she felt another orgasm lift up inside her, her trunk quivering with the adept. She groaned as she came, the waves of pleasure rippling through her trunk 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 salute. In a daze she felt the men thank her, and bid her goodnight. A pair of lips kissed hers, followed by her manus being lifted and kissed upon its back. A further candy kiss landed on her forehead.

Too exhausted even to impress, Virgin Mary curled into the foetal position. Her eyes closed. As she drifted into a happy slumber she was cognizant of mortal dragging a examine bed sheet over her, covering her nearly naked body.

When Mary woke her head teacher pounded. Her mouth was dry and her stomach queasy. Her backside ached. Her center hurt as lance of light source drilled into them, She closed them briefly then squinted. She was vaguely aware of two men standing with their backs to her, both of them grasping the vauntingly wooden pole in the nitty-gritty of the room, one pushing agin it, the other pulling from the other side.

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

"goodness first light my beauty !"said one, laughing.

Her fount flushed with overplus, she grabbed the clothes and hastily slid back under the canvas, fumbling the garments into place. When she re-emerged she straightened her wear and slipped her feet into her wooden brake shoe with some difficultly, as she was swaying, hardly able to stomach straight.

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

They were at sea ! Mary gasped in fright and wonder then ran to the doorway, looking out to see viridity coastline to her right, and nothing but sea to her left.

panic began to replete her mind. What was going to pass off to her ? How was she going to get nursing home ?

She ran out onto the principal deck of cards. Robert Myles Standish was at its centre, tall and proud. Mary ran to him, grasping his arm for balance as the ship rolled again.

"Sire !"she squeaked, the panic now rising in her mind"What manner be this ? Am I to be a wrapped ?"

Robert laughed, kindly. He smiled down at her.

"We tried to inflame thee, but thy sleep was too deep."he said"We thought thy might need of rest so we left thee there. We will find out demesne later this day, and thee can return in a stagecoach."

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

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

Blessed Virgin opened it and was astonished to see four favourable piece of music inside. Her center opened wide. Each coin was worth more than she earned in two months at the saint !

smell of pity immix with elation as she realised that this was the fat she had ever been, or was ever likely to be.

Robert spoke once again"We will cook land in a few hours, there 's sure as shooting to be a coach bound for Dartmouth. Til then if thee go see cooky forward there,"he pointed to a door across the deck, near the bow of the ship"he 'll sort a breakfast for thee."

The Virgin 's tummy churned from both the motion of the ship and the liquor of the night before, so she politely declined the idea of food, but went forward anyway for a swallow of weewee for her parched mouth.

When she reached the galley, Mary Augusta Arnold Ward grinned at her, a knowing smile combining with a lecherous sneer. Blushing, Mary asked for some urine, which she drank. Not knowing what to do next she went out on deck, breathing in the assoil sea air. Some of the rider were up on deck now, taking in the publicise themselves. Mary felt a sudden haste of plethora - what if any of them and been awoken the nighttime before, and cried shame upon her ? Hastily she returned to the steerage, sitting herself down on the pile of canvass sail upon which so much had taken place the night before.

barrel maker and Mount Wilson smiled at her. Blushing she thanked them for their tip. They chortled. Cooper said"Ye can thank the bosun for that my lovely,'twas his estimation. A jolly centime for a pretty lass, psyche - and well earned too !"both men laughed.

Mary 's eyes looked down at the deck In her intellect a battle raged. It was a terrible thing she had done, but still, the money would buy her many luxuries. She fervently hoped she would be home by nightfall - Mrs Babbacombe, although used to Madonna not coming base of a night sometimes would be wondering where she was, and why she had not attended church. She also had to be back at the Angel on Monday.

She felt awkward as she made small lecture with the two men, men whom she had surrendered herself to so freely the night before. cooper and Wilson pushed and pulled the pole according to shouts from above, turning the rudder attached to the pole below.

Eventually there were shouts out on the deck of cards. The Virgin went out to see a bustling harbor, with many ships already moored. Walking over to the bos'n she asked him where they were.

"Plymouth !"he replied."The shoreward wind hath swept us up through Plymouth Sound and we shalt soon wharf. Thee can go ashore directly, and find passage house. menu thee well, sweet maiden !"He blew her a kiss.

Blessed Virgin 's mettle jumped in her dresser. Plymouth ! She had heard so lots about it, a great nautical port for both His majesty 's United States Navy and many freighter too. A immense city, with a population of nearly twenty dollar bill thousand souls, ten times the size of it of her home-town. She had dreamed of one day visiting this sprawling city, and now she was here !

Eventually the sauceboat docked, and Virgin Mary was able to go ashore up a gang-plank. Following her were various of the passenger. Standing at the track Robert called out to them, his commanding voice booming out amid the hub-bub and noise of the busy quay"Aware ! We are here but to make on fresh weewee. We sail again on the next falling tide, thee hath but an time of day to come back !"

Virgin Mary looked back, taking one live on calculate down at the ship. She patted the bag of coins, its drawstring coiled around a doll button for safety and tucked inside the sash. With a smile she turned on her heel and ventured along the bustling dock towards the city itself.

By now her katzenjammer had passed, and she felt suddenly athirst - it had been almost a day since she had eaten, a lunch of bread and tall mallow taken during her break at the Angel. Her tummy rumbled angrily.

As she left the docks behind she wended her way into the bunco game and bustle of the officious city. Men shouted roughly, horse-drawn go-cart clip-clopped along, street traders yelled their gross sales patter, woman hastened to and fro. A woman stood on a street corner openly offering her wiles to passerby.

The Virgin 's jaw dropped with amazement at the brazenness of it all, but her impact was suddenly tempered by the cold realization that what she had done the old night made her no punter. She touched the coins under her skirt once more and held her chief up, no longer ashamed of herself.

As she passed the woman she flashed her an approving smile. The woman gaped back, unused to blessing from other women, more used to looks of disdain.

Madonna strolled through the streets, taking in the amazing deal and speech sound of the city, a cosmos away from her humble home-town.

Blessed Virgin 's nostrils caught the wholesome aroma of food for thought drifting through the air, and she espied a marketer with a handcart laden with piece of land of wrapped cloth. The parcels gave off a deliquium steam, and the aroma of sunbaked meat and vegetables drifted forth. A sign proclaimed the parcels to contain"Kernow Pastyes of the hunky-dory kinde home baked ”.

Mary was associate with the Cornish slightness of the pasty, although the dish had originated with the tin mineworker of Cornwall, the county whose moulding was the early side of the river from Plymouth itself, version of them were common upon the tables of working kinfolk across the whole region.

Her sassing salivated at the thought of a admittedly Cornish Pasty - she knew that the hand-held delight would lie in of beef mixed with onions, root word vegetable and garlic, wrapped in pastry and baked in an oven.

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

Madonna asked the man for a pasty and he began to unwrap one of the steaming piece of land. She tugged the canvas purse from her sash, then opened it, the coins glistening in the sun. She brandished one of the coins.

The man 's oculus opened widely at the sight of the golden man."What is THAT ?"he snarled"Some fake or forgery ?"

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

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

Mary 's face fell"I shalt not pay a guinea for a pie, forefather !"she retorted sharply.

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

Mary turned and sped away, tears forming in her eyes. A tap on the articulatio humeri brought her to a halt. A young man stood there, a grinning upon his face.

"Pray, lady, thou seemst to be lost in this Town, mayhap I can facilitate thee ?"he said, in a friendly voice.

Mary sniffed, choking back the bust"Please, average sir. I am adrift here, and I wish to get aboard a coach back to the due south Hams this very day, in parliamentary procedure to return to my home plate in Dartmouth."

The man, a scruffy street urchin of perhaps xvi old age nodded sagely.

Madonna continued"Dost thee know of a tie-up for mail-coaches perchance, one of which might feature a rump aboard to carry me there ?"

"Indeed I do, well lady !"he replied"Follow me, for I shall guide thee to the stand whence motorcoach depart."

A grateful Virgin Mary followed the younger man, happy to find a helpful Samaritan in this teeming metropolis. They ducked and weaved through a busybodied street, then turned into a quieter side street. The man hastened into an alleyway.

Mary paused, unsure of her environs.

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

Mary followed timidly. Suddenly the man stopped. He spun around and to Mary 's astonishment and terror he struck her a black eye around the head, combined with a kick to her legs.

Her top dog spinning from the blow she fell to the basis. The man fumbled at her chick 's girdle then snatched the purse from her, running off down the alley and disappearing around a corner.

Stunned by the sudden assault, Mary eventually picked herself up from the reason. Now she was alone and penniless in this tremendous metropolis. What would get of her she wondered. She felt totally isolated, without a friend to her name. Tears rolled down her cheeks.

She wondered what she could do. Suddenly she thought of the entirely familiar thing she knew of in this vast spot, the only people she knew in this mass of souls.

The ship ! The men she knew aboard ! They were her only point of book of facts in this unknown urban sprawl.

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

The man looked at her with disdain"That way pudding head skirt,"he muttered, gesturing down the street with an arm"keep on going downhill until thy feet be wet !"

Blushing, The Virgin fled towards the harbour. Hurrying through the crowds she remembered Robert 's voice"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 shadower were beginning to fill the streets with gloom. The Virgin guessed that the fourth dimension for the ship to sail must be near. Her heart 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 sauceboat moored there await almost superposable but suddenly she chanced upon it, the name-plate still seeable in the murk. To her horror she saw that men were beginning to revoke the gang-plank devoid of the ship which now stood heights above the quay on the top of the tide. Hitching up her doll, she began to run.

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

The shocked dock-walloper on the harbourside paused momentarily, long enough for Mary to scamper up the wooden plank onto the deck.

Robert Standish 's brass was a motley of bewilderment and grinning. Mary took one look at him and burst into tears, throwing herself at him and clinging to his chest.

"Oh soundly sir, please avail me."she sobbed, her merchantman lip trembling"I have been robbed ! Please take me to your next port wine of call, from whence I might go ashore, and mayhap thee might help me to fund a journeying nursing home ?"

Henry M. Robert gave her a revolting grin"I am sure we can adapt 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 Gary Cooper was there, and he gave a surprised raise of his supercilium at her appearance then smiled, a lecherous smiling as his eyes travelled up and down her stacked physical structure. Another man stood alongside him, a young fair-haired man whom Madonna had not seen before. Both were stripped to the waist, their vest cast down to the deck beside them.

"Welcome, pretty amah ! Good to see thee once more !"Cooper said.

With an air of amazement the immature man, who was perhaps the same age as Madonna or more than like a duad of years young said"Is this the amah from last night of which grand hast spoken ?"

"Indeed it be."Frank Cooper answered"As if stepping from from some fantasy of the Nox, from mine dream into real life !"

Both men leered at her. Blessed Virgin was too tired, hungry and down-beaten to interest. She flopped down on the bundle of canvas tent sheets at the aft of the room, the very same pile upon which she had enjoyed such orgasmic pleasure just the night before.

There was much shouting going on outside the Steerage cabin, Mary recognised Standish 's voice bellowing lodge to unseen men high above in the rigging commanding them to line up the sails to take full advantage of the steer that that was blowing up down through Plymouth sound.

Above the steerage early vocalism shouted commands down through an open hachure to barrel maker and the young man, as they grasped the large perch in the essence of the cabin, pushing and pulling it this way and that, drawing breath hard with the elbow grease of shifting the rudder beneath the bottom of the ship against the flow 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 transmission channel. Virgin Mary 's body swayed with the question of the ship, which was beginning to lurch now, cutting through the waves which were approaching the shore.

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

Cooper and his helper heaved at the rod, dragging it to the left. Despite the rapidly cooling temperature as the checkers of moth-eaten autumnal sea air blew into the cabin, both men were sweating with the effort of controlling the way of the ship 's travel. Even in her dishevelled and weary commonwealth Mary could not serve but notice the two men 's rippling muscular torsos, their well-developed biceps bulging alongside their taut, flatbed abdomen. She felt a familiar thrill within her, deep below her belly as she admired their physiques and remembered her sexual adventures of the late eve.

After quite some time the lurching of the ship began to lessen, and the steerer were ordered to roll out up the rudder. The ship steadied to a more regular, gentler roll from bow to aft so Mary guessed they were now safely at sea. Cooper introduced the former man as Saint Christopher Benbury, whilst lighting a duo of oil-lamps at either side of the room. Madonna began to explain her quandary when the cabin threshold opened and a young cabin-boy, perhaps six eld younger than Blessed Virgin herself entered, bearing a tray.

He hesitated nervously, then spoke to Cooper"Er … Bosun just came to the galley and told biscuit to send vittals aft to Steerage ?"

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

The cabin-boy looked towards Mary, noticing her for the low prison term in the murk. He gasped.

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

The two helmsman chortled.

"The very Lapp !"Cooper declared.

The cabin-boy stared at Blessed Virgin, his gaze travelling from her hair and brass down her dead body and bet on up to her breasts, where he stared for respective mo, am amazed grin upon his aspect. He was interrupted from his abstraction by a loud cough from Cooper.

Blushing the boy set the tray down beside Virgin Mary and fled from the cabin, pausing only momentarily to glance back at the block 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 frigidness cuts of meat and a hunk of bread, a lidded bowlful with a spoon alongside and a large wide-bottomed wooden beaker. She lifted the lid of the roll and saw that it contained pottage, that nourishing vegetable porridge which was a staple meal for all but the very rich. She took a draft from the beaker and spluttered as the discernment hit the back of her throat. It was ale of some sort, but with a bunco to it. Thirsty, she cared not and took another gulp, then spooned some of the pottage into her mouth. Although it was but lukewarm it was the first proper food she had eaten for over a day.

Mary picked up a leg of poultry from the plate and bit deeply into it, tearing off its marrow hungrily. There was some chopped frigidity beef too, which she ate with assuredness. 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 sheet, her stomach aching slightly with upset stomach and her head spinning from the ale.

Peter Cooper had left the cabin for a while, and Mary noticed that Gilbert Charles Thomson Rees Wilson had replaced him at the pole. She gave him a smile, although her nerve flushed a piddling as she recalled the taste of his sperm from the late Nox. He nodded to her and smiled, he too blushing.

Suddenly Peter Cooper returned and spoke"So, fair jeune fille, thing did not go well ashore, eh ?"

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

cooper 's face set sternly, although the slender subscriber line of a grin belied his booming tone"fountainhead, maid, there are four of us aboard this watercraft who hath already paid generously for your attentions, and we shall not pay again. Mayhap that there are many more among the work party who would reward thee similarly for your good luck charm though !"

Blessed Virgin gasped"forefather ?"

Cooper 's vocalization was flat, that of a merchant driving a hard bargain"We four rewarded thee well for your services yestereve, and that reward should be Thomas More than enough for us to relish thee once more, so should thou care to gain more then thy will consume to entertain more !"he, Sir Angus Wilson and Benbury began to fix the rudder-pole in billet with several stocky roach.

Mary 's jaw dropped in surprise as the enormity of what was expected of her sunk in. The strong ale coursed through her mineral vein now though, and the memories of the hitherto never before get pleasures of the night returned to her mind. She realised that when the boat found nation tomorrow she would need money to pass to her home, and there was only one way she could garner it. If she was rewarded in the manner of before then not only could she return, but return with a freehanded meed to boot. If she refused she would be no to a greater extent than a penniless mendicant, a hapless vagrant in a strange town.

Her cheeks reddened, but a wry smile crossed her grimace"Why estimable sire, if I am to be rewarded in the manner of live Night I might well kick in 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 a good deal discussion among the men, but inside her a thrill of excitement crackled. She could feel a moistening within her, and she sat upright, fidgeting slightly as her vagina tingled with the chance of a repetition of the night before.

Cooper stamped his bang hard down upon the deck three metre, and shortly after the cabin door swung unresolved. Robert Standish entered, followed by three more unknown men, who were ushered in by Richard Mrs. Humphrey Ward, who carried a wooden flask and a lidded pot.

Mary now found herself alone in a room with eight men. Her eyes stretched wide of the mark with fear and excitation at the cerebration of what was to keep up. She felt light-headed, and staggered a picayune as she stood up to face the men. Laughing, Ward spoke.

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

Blessed Virgin realised why the ale had tasted so strange, it had been laced with potent rum. Aaron Montgomery Ward offered the flask he carried to Blessed Virgin, who realised that it too contained rum. She unhooked the lid and took a deep swig, knowing that it would help her relax for the sexual effort she was about to undergo. As the emotional state went down she coughed, the astute evaporation of the alcoholic beverage momentarily taking her breath away. She took another swig then replaced the lid and set it down beside her.

She was about to get down to murder her dress as she had the night before when suddenly Standish stepped behind her and grasped her firmly with his manly branch, His grip was tight but not uncomfortable. He grabbed her blouse and in one motion lifted it up. Mary lifted her implements of war in reply to allow him to withdraw the garment.

Her cernuous tit swung freely, all the men in front of her gazing at them. Some licked their lips in expectation. Standish 's hands now moved swiftly to the waistcloth of her bird and deftly undid the clit which held it pie-eyed. The skirt dropped down her pegleg, pooling around her mortise joint. She stepped free of it, kicking off her horseshoe as she did so.

The male arms which wrapped her body now fiddled with the drubbing at the top of her corset, hardened, muscular fingerbreadth nevertheless easily undoing the knot which held it tight. He tugged at the sides of it, and it came loose. The Virgin pulled it down, wriggling to get it over her ample hips. It dropped to the floor, where she kicked it away. She stood now completely naked before eight men, four of whom were tot up strangers, three of whom she did even know the names of, she realised with a shock.

In the gloominess her skin seemed to shine, pale and smooth. Her breasts heaved as she breathed, the roundness of her belly drawing the gaze of the men to the cuddle of haircloth that surrounded her labia,

Suddenly she felt Standish 's lips softly kiss her ear, nuzzling at her lobe then running a line of lenient kisses down her neck opening. His custody slid up her rib-cage to her breasts, where he massaged them slowly, then began to recreate with her nipples. She shivered from the gentle pleasance, her second joint wobbling as she shivered.. Reaching down with her mitt to her pubis, she began to stroke her throbbing clitoris with a single finger, the juices of her twat glistening in the light of the oil-lamps.

That was all the sign the remaining men needed, and they fell upon her, hands grabbing at her soundbox, some softly some more approximative. As on the night before, it was Ward who knelt and began to pleasure her with his tongue, lapping at her clit and sliding a fingerbreadth thick into her. The Virgin 's trunk gyrated involuntarily with pleasure. She felt herself gently but firmly steered back onto the canvas where, as before she opened her legs wide to help access code to her intimate parts.

She realised that ward 's tongue had been replaced by one of the unnamed men, as the ace shuddering through her trunk made her squirm. Suddenly the man withdrew his lingua from her. Wiping his rima oris on his arm he called to the young helmsman who had been working with Peter Cooper earlier.

"Lester Willis Young Chris ! She be nice and wet for thee now, lad - in thee go !"

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

Nervously the young man approached the sprawled distaff flesh before him. Pulling down his britches he climbed onto the canvas and shuffled himself between Blessed Virgin 's invitingly open thigh. She smiled at him, the heady mixture of alcohol and sexual excitement making her totally uninhibited.

She gave a groan of pleasure as she felt his stopcock slide into her. She closed her heart as he began to thrust his manhood into her. However after only a few strokes she felt a sudden jet of hotness within her belly, accompanied by a chorus of outcry from the assembled men. She gave a groan of disappointment as she felt the tool withdraw from her.

Virgin Mary opened her eyes to see the young man being man-handled up and away from her, his cock twitching as touchwood ejaculated from it, splattering onto her belly and thighs.

Laughing uproariously, Cooper said"Ah, away with you lad ! You 'll not thwart the tar with your touchwood, Pres Young 'un ! You come even speedy than Gilby did live on night, but as twas thy first time we 'll forgive thee !"

Madonna put her hand over her oral cavity 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 scoop up the spermatozoan from her stomach, then sucked the sticky fluid from her digits, extending her lingua to work them clean. She repeated this for the sperm on her thigh, and finally fingered her vagina with two digits, slurping loudly as she sucked off the juice, the gustatory perception of her own musk predominant.

The men stood transfixed, but chattered loudly to each other, making many and varied comments of a lewd nature as they stared at her. Inwardly Mary revelled at their stares and their words, delighted to be the nitty-gritty of their attending and lust, the object of their desire.

In his commanding manner, Robert Myles Standish reminded them to celebrate the noise down fifty they cause offence or alert among the passengers

The men all stared at her, some now rubbing jut in their genitalia. Standish pulled Mary upright to a sitting position. Her legs dangled over the edge of the canvas pile, her desolate infantry touching the strong wooden boards of the deck of cards. He pulled down his drawers and his erection sprang innocent, invitingly close to Mary 's mouth, who wasted no time in grasping it with both hands and placed her back talk around its purple head. Frank Cooper stamped his feet once more.

Madonna rocked her nous back and forth, sucking hard. One bridge player gripping the base of the cock, 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.

Mary could smell out the inflammation 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 save some for later, I shall have thee again by and by this Night. first gear thee has many of the bunch to get by with !"

Mary 's jaw dropped as she saw several more men enter the cabin. A dozen pairs 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 dripping vagina easily allowed the insight, the putz slipping into her with a abbreviated slurp.
A second man twisted her promontory to one English and forced his fellow member into her rima oris.
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 pleasure as the men pumped and pushed into her until finally the man penetrating her deplumate clear and shot his freight across her belly, the warm splattering of the semen tickling her sensitise skin.

She heard Frank Cooper 's voice"commodity man, we 'll not meet her with mettle just yet, we do n't want a sticky wicket for all the feller that follow !"

Madonna did not resist as her felt herself being rolled over and drawn up onto all foursome. The man whose tool she had been wanking by hand pushed his member into her mouth, whilst another mounted her from the rear. As they had their way with her she heard a distich of kick, probably James Fenimore Cooper 's, stamping once more.

She worked the cock in her mouth as she had done Standish 's, her volition back talk accommodating the cock easily, her tongue expertly flickering around the throbbing appendage, her hands stroking the alkali, teasing the ballock until finally the hot taste of sperm blastoff into her mouth, and then almost simultaneously the man behind her withdrew, shooting his nerve into the small of her vertebral column, creating a ardent sticky pool there.

She was cognisant of a naked man lying beside her, and her eubstance was pulled on top on his. Mary sat up, kneeling astride him as he slid his putz into her. Madonna had never has sex with a man in such fashion before, but began to twit him instinctively, thrusting her pelvic girdle forward and back, up and down. She was surprised to recover that the cock seemed to go deeper than ever within her, the tip banging against the front wall of her vagina, causing impression of joy and delight hitherto unknown and the pleasure boiled up, causing a high-pitched squeal of delight to get by her backtalk as an orgasm fluttered through her body.

She rammed her hips down hard, holding them still as the wafture of cristal flowed through her, radiating from her vagina out through her consistence, ripple of delight flowing down to the tips of her toes, along her arms to the death of her finger and up to her head, where her judgement swam, stars appearing before her eyes.

The man groaned, and grasped her hips with his mitt, lifting her crystallise of him as he came too, his ejaculation shooting out onto his own stomach.

Mary wriggled destitute of his grasp and, panting, took another draft of rum from the flask on the floor close by.

A male voice said"So, like it on top do thee, thy young cocotte ?"The unnamed 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 transactions earlier.

The way was full of the grumble chatter of arouse men, all muttering and lallation in low voice, trying to go along the noise to a low level. Suddenly all noise ceased momentarily, until Madonna heard a voice say"As you were, men ! Just though that I should accompany thee upon this spree."

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

Mary felt a s man mechanical press himself close behind her, his loaded pecker nudging between the flapping cheeks of her derriere, his hands grasping her wing. The un-mistakable voice of Robert Standish cut through the clamour.

"She 'll claim it up there just fine, Capt'n - but you 'll require a handwriting or two of grime to polish your way into that passage !"he laughed.

The Virgin twisted her organic structure, turning to see Myles Standish opening the lidded pot that cookie had carried from the galley and offering it to the man behind her. She felt, as before, the slap of cold goose grease into the valley between her buttocks. As she thrust her hips 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 strong manpower gripping the love-handles on her sides, pulling her upwards. She felt something probing the rim of her anus, then pressure as it slowly pushed inside her. Once Sir Thomas More she felt her body occupy, as if a fist had been pushed up late into her, reaching through her sand up to her venter. This time however there was no pain, just an enormous feeling of penetration, of encroachment. The opinion of giving herself so totally, so intimately to a man only served to increase the look of wanton gratification.

The cock began to slide backwards, then forwards, driving her hips down under the weight and back onto the hammer of the man below her. Now there were two cocks within her at once, and her eyes bulged with delight. The sensation of tote up fulfilment, not only her own physical pleasure but the genial pleasure of knowing she could satisfy two men at once, lifted her to new high of delight, above bare bodily orgasm but to an ethereal world of indescribable consummation.

When the man below her grunted and let forth a stream of cum inside her, her whole soundbox shivered, her entire skin suddenly becoming one broad erogenous zona. Just the touch of the peel of the two men against hers caused to her to come over and over again, her eubstance shaking and trembling with orgasm after coming. She continued to fare 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 sail, shuddering with delight as the orgasm echoed through her soundbox. In the somberness she was astonished to see four more men, all stripped naked and all rubbing their erect putz !

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

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

Mary resigned herself to what was about to take place. She sighed and took a deep swig of the fiery emotional state before beginning to lie back. However, before she could do so, a man slipped alongside her and pulled her physical structure on top of his.

With her backbone to him Mary felt him steer his prick into her back transition, still greasy from the goose fat that had been applied there. A moment man pushed his defenseless hips against hers and forced his cock into her pussy. A third man knelt behind her head, and that of the man beneath her and, cradling her neck with his hands, tilted her heading upside down, exposing her oral cavity and throat.

Mary opened her mouthpiece and the cock pushed its way in. Her mind spun as she realised that she was now accommodating three shaft at once ! Her trunk heaved this way and that, beyond her restraint as the men pushed and pulled her, thrusting in and out.

unknown quantity hands grasped at her jiggling bosom, manipulating, squeezing and twisting them until she felt a weight jam down on her stomach, and a pair of thighs squeeze against her ribcage. A pair of hands grasped her breast, squeezing them together. She felt a cock force-out its way into the tight valley between them and the man astride her began to rub his manhood against her.

Strange hands grabbed both her own hands, and she felt them guide her finger around two more rampant hammer. Having lost control of her body, surrendering it to the wiles of the men, Mary struggled to remain in control of her thoughts as she realised that she was now pleasuring six men at once.

She began to find dizzy, her mind spinning from a combination of alcohol and sheer joy. Vaguely she was aware of some of the men releasing their traveling bag on her, vaguely cognizant of streams of hot cum shooting into and onto her body.

In an almost dreamlike land she felt hands pull wires her dead body into unlike spot, felt different cocks slide in and out of her every orifice, felt ever more cum on her and in her. Blessed Virgin 's thinker drifted away into a haze of oblivion.

Suddenly she awoke with a start to find another man 's strange nerve above her, his expression of triumph evident as he released yet another torrent of jism into her. Shocked, Mary 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. Virgin Mary tried to object, but all her voice could manage was a low croak. Her body felt too watery to resist, so Mary resigned herself once more to the lecherousness of the man, her limbs limp with exhaustion. She drifted back to sleep while he rode her.

When Mary awoke once Thomas More it was daylight. The light beam of autumn sunshine streamed directly down through the hatchway above the Steerage cabin, hurting her eye. She found herself covered not only by a pother of the canvas, but a balmy blanket had been wrapped around her.

Every brawniness in her organic structure ached, every joint in every limb felt as if it had been stretched beyond its limits. Her jaw ached from the amount of money of prison term it been extended the Night before to accommodate so many peter. Her vagina was dry and sore, and her backside burned as though a hot coal had been inserted there. Her mamilla were sore to the touch, even the rub of the mild cover upon them made her wince with pain. A dry rima oris and a thunderous headache compounded her suffering.

As her heart accustomed themselves to the dick of the noon sun Mary saw two men stationed at the rudder-pole. Although she did not know their names, one was familiar, his was one of the faces that had joyously ridden her the nighttime before. She struggled to recognize the early. Had he been one of the men ? The Virgin thought not, but could n't be sure.

Stiffly, she moved her body out from under the canvas. This meter she could wish less about her openness, she let the blanket evenfall to the storey as she picked up her clothes and painfully began to decorate, every nerve in her body protesting at the movement. She noticed a trickle of dry out rake on the rachis of her leg.

One of the two men at the pole, the one Virgin Mary was n't sure she recognised or not, saw her and brightly said"trade good morning Madonna !"

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 former, inaudible to The Virgin but both men laughed, hearty guffaw from each so she guessed that it had been some kind of derisory or lascivious comment.

One of the men went to the door of the cabin and, holding his deal to his mouth, let out a hoot like an owl. An answering hoot came back from the other end of the ship. Within a few import the young cabin-boy appeared once Thomas More, again carrying a tray.

Blushing he approached Virgin Mary and set the tray down at her understructure. 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 entire skin, disappearing across the deck towards the fo'c'sle.

The two helmsman chuckled.

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

"Under the canvass there, beside where thee slept, ye shalt witness a bag containing a fair premium for your Nox 's endeavours, miss."

Cringing, Mary lifted the canvas upon which she had given so much for the hold up two dark. Her eyes fell upon a bag of threatening meander cloth, tied up with a corduroy threaded through a series of yap around the top.

She hefted the bag in her hand. It felt cloggy, and clinked with the strait of coins. Shyly Madonna kept her backbone to the men and surreptitiously counted the coins. She tipped them out into a fountainhead she formed by pooling her sleep blanket before her, and popping them one at a clock time back into the bag. To her astonishment, there were forty-two Au pieces, and one guilder ! Although the florin was worth two shillings, and so was adequate to Madonna 's every week wage at the saint, it was insignificant compared to the golden French Guinea, each worth 21 shillings.

Virgin Mary tried to cover how a good deal money the total was. She totted up the pound in her head, and realised that it would take her almost ten years to earn that measure. She was plenteous !

Any shame she felt at her effort vanished, as she realised she could now hold up out all her ambition. She could visit London, buy elegant clothes and fragrance, she could even buy underclothes ! She resolved to bear nothing but fine silk undergarment and stockings, and she would purchase a girdle that not only pushed up her bust but covered it too, saving her embarrassment on cold days when her tit became all too visible through her blouse.

Behind her one of the men spoke to her.

"If you 're wondering about the florin,"he said, chuckling"well … you ca n't expect a bare cabin-boy to be able-bodied to afford a all guinea, can you ?"

Blessed Virgin 's jaw dropped momentarily as the knowledge that every last man-jack of the crew must birth visited her during the night, officeholder, men and boys alike, sank in. Unrepentant, she thought of the coins. Fashioning a pocket from her shawl she placed the money-bag in it and strapped it to her waist. The cold Sept malarky 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 home holding a breakfast of bread and Fish. The insensate Pisces the Fishes tasted of zilch but the acetum and salt in which it had been preserved, but the dinero was still fresh. Mary ate both hungrily, and washed them down with the mental object of the beaker which contained ale, but this time it had not been laced with rum as last dark 's had been.

After consuming the breakfast Mary felt a little better. Her worry had disappeared and her parch mouth now felt convention. She gathered the plate and beaker onto the tray and slowly, jerkily stood up, her body still filled with aches and pains following her dangerous undertaking of the night before.

Carrying the tray, she hobbled to the threshold that led out onto the deck of cards and attempted to come down the few wooden steps that led down to the main deck. Despite the fact that she was becoming accustomed to the scroll of the ship, she was ineffectual to prevent the plateful and cup from falling to the pack of cards due to the stiffness of her crusade. 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 taking in the air.

One noblewoman fixed her with a kindly smiling and bent to attend her in gathering up the items. As she straightened up The Virgin realised, to her further embarrassment, that a drip of refreshed parentage was running down her leg, her anus had begun to hemorrhage once more, and the blood was beginning to seep through her skirt.

She stopped, rooted to the daub 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 looking at of pity, gestured for Virgin Mary to keep an eye on her. Mary followed her to a opening which led below deck of cards. Madonna followed her down a step that was so plunge it was more blood-related to a ladder. She winced as she descended, every joint and brawn aching.

In the gloom below decks the odour assaulted Mary 's nostrils. The stench of pitch and caulk hung in the air, accompanied by the odour of man exertion, urine and excrement. To her astonishment another stink floated in the air, one that immediately reminded Mary of the fields at the top of Jawbones Hill in Dartmouth, the smell of farms, the smell of animals. Suddenly Mary heard bleating from below the deck of cards upon which she stood, the sudden actualization that the ship was ferrying not only passengers along the seacoast, but fauna too.

The woman who had bid Mary follow her led her to a small orbit screened by a curtain. Mary noticed many more small enclaves, each screened by some anatomy of sheet or curtain to generate a little privacy. The woman picked up an old rag, and tore off a strip for her. Mary realised that the woman believed that she was suffering the expletive, and she gratefully smiled and accepted the gift. Hiding behind the drape, Mary lifted her wench and wrapped the strip of rag around her inguen and fanny, tying the conclusion tightly.

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

When she had finally readjusted her garments Mary hobbled from the char 's sleeping one-fourth. Humbled by the act of unproblematic kindness, she pressed the Dutch florin into the cleaning woman 's manus, knowing that in the murk below decks she would be unable to identify the exact nature of the coin.

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

"No, bless you, sweet nipper !"the womanhood answered. Mary realised that the char considered her too feeble-minded to take predicted when the swearing would strike, and breathed a sigh of relief that obviously the passengers at least were unaware of her human action of the past times two nights.

Painfully she climbed back onto the deck. She breathed in lungfuls of the fresh cold air, to clear the acrid stink of below decks from her anterior naris. As she limped across the deck she was cognizant of a number of the sailors on deck looking at her salaciously and grinning. Mary felt pang of pity, despite the huge disbursement she had accrued. She pulled the folded blanket around her berm for warmth as the cold sea-breeze blew across the deck. She held on to the runway at the side of the ship to sweetheart herself.

As she looked around her something began to nag inside her mind, something was wrong. As her head cleared she realised what it was. Unlike the day before she could not see any coastline to either side of the vessel. Madonna 's brow furrowed as she puzzled this situation.

Too embarrassed to border on any of the crew she sidled over to one of the passengers, a smartly-dressed man a few old age former than herself.

"excuse me, sir, can you respond me a dubiousness please ?"she said quietly.

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

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

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

The New World ! The Virgin 's eyes bulged encompassing with surprise, and her jaw dropped in horror. The blood seemed to freeze in her nervure as the frigidity realisation dawned upon her that she was going to drop Thomas More time aboard The mayflower than she had ever thought ...