source 's note : This is a story, and the author is mindful that it is not 100 % historically precise, although efforts have been made to ensure some degree of naive realism. It is a workplace of fabrication, however, and intended to be no more than than that.



Madonna 's Unexpected Journey

"Thomas More ALE, WENCH, MORE ALE !"the man cried, slamming his void tankard on the wooden table, causing the flaming from the candle in the centre to flicker. He and his three fellow traveller guffawed loudly and joined in a refrain of outcry for more, laughing, stamping their substructure on the flagstones and banging their own tankards.

With a benign smiling, Virgin Mary filled two pitchers of ale from the barrel of beer behind the bar replication and then, ducking under the oil-lamps that illuminated the bar, approached the men sitting at their board at the far side of the room.
Although they were getting a bit rowdy that was nil unexpected - many boater visited the port of Dartmouth, its deep-water tidal estuary and high up valley sides were the perfective tense tax shelter for all sizes of ships. These men were no exception, hardened gob each and, typical of boater ashore, drinking heavily.

However, they had effective witticism, and tipped well. Mary was pleased to service them, as she was most matelows, as her every week wage of two shillings was paltry. backsheesh from wealthy customers could sometimes add respective farthings to her pay.
Mary had learned that if she wore the top of her blouse pulled low, and strapped her corset tightly, that men loved to front down the vale formed by the gap between her generous bosom. Such men as those were inclined to tip more, and more often.

Mary was glad of her underbust corset, the lone particular of undergarments that she possessed. It held in her rounded tummy, and pushed up her breasts, giving her closing curtain to the figure she longed for, like the daguerreotypes of rich and regal ladies from London which hung in the entrance hall of the township hall.

How Mary wished that one day she might bring down London, its glamor and mystique seemed a life story removed from that of a poor orphan miss in a pocket-size Devon Town. Perhaps she might even go to a dramaturgy to determine a shimmer by the man they called The Bard, who had died just a few years earlier.

At XX, Virgin Mary was as old as the century itself. Her father, a Royal Navy bosun, had died at sea when she was aged two, in a skirmish with a watercraft of the Spanish naval forces, and her mother had succumbed to smallpox four years later.

Her fostering in the orphanhood of angel the Nazarene 's had been austere and bleak, gruelling strong-arm workplace and abrasive discussion. Memories of being awoken early on chilly winter mornings, washing in common cold water, dressing in the nighttime then walking across to the adjacent church service of Saint Saviour 's in order to make clean and polish the ornate ironwork door, or dusting the interiors and seeing to the rood-tree screen within came back to her mind.

Mary was slightly lupus erythematosus inauspicious than some of the former baby as an endowment, a legacy of her father 's death in the servicing of the King, ensured that she received more substantial meal than otherwise, although she often gave some of her food away to former tiddler who remained hungry even after the day-after-day supper of vegetable broth and bread.

licking with a stick or smash were not uncommon, for girls as well as son, although Mary often escaped punishment due to her electrical capacity for difficult grafting and an aptitude for school moral, a conclusion to one day escape her impoverishment driving her on.
She had proved an able and eager pupil in the classroom, learning her issue by the age of nine, and her letter of the alphabet by thirteen.

Mary was shaken from her reverie as she reached the tabular array, and began pouring ale from her hurler into the tankards of the waiting sailors. Their oral communication 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 thought of ravisher for some rationality !"said another.

One of the men grabbed The Virgin's buns through the plait of her skirt as she bent forward, grasping tightly.

"OUCH !"exclaimed Mary, standing unsloped"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 sailors all laughed loudly.

The men had already tipped her a cent each, a day 's pay for a youthful barmaid, and she well knew that plenty of flirting would realize her more besides.

Most of the other customers had slipped quietly into the duskiness of a Saturday dark, the local anesthetic only too aware that drunken seaman were best avoided, and although these were secret merchantman rather than Royal dark blue sailors they could still cause fuss later.

Old Joe, who ran the inn looked over from his locating behind the bar and rolled his eye. Outwardly he tried to touch an air of disapproval of his barmaid 's flirting but he knew that it was estimable for business, and usually prevented bibulous Jack-tar from causing damage in the bar.

Virgin Mary had worked for him for five years now, and had been one of the best miss he had employed in his score of years running the inn known as The Carv 'd Angel. As The Virgin 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 pouch of his britches, opened a wooden storage locker on the spinal column of the bar, and removed a feeding bottle of pomace brandy. Pouring the light liquid 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 glass, if thee will !"

Affecting an air of bewilderment, Joe poured another beat and placed it on the bar. Madonna took it to the board and set it down, but the men clamoured for her to pledge 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 More money on expensive look in order to give them away then that was OK with him.

Virgin Mary lowered her nerve, cocked her psyche to one position and turned her eyes innocently upwards"Art thee tempting me with strong liquor, sire ?"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 wield strong boozing, eh ?"challenging her to consume the drink.

"Oh no ?"said Mary, with an air of mock defiance. 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 ass like tethered dancing bears.

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

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

"Leave the feeding bottle, landlord."said one of the men."And pray, let this Edward Young amah sit and film boozing with us as a reward for her difficult elbow grease this eve ?"He motioned for The Virgin to disembowel up a wooden bum and join them. Blushing slightly, Mary obeyed. It was a relief to sit down, having spent many hours on her feet whilst she worked, the backbreaking wooden brake shoe making her feet aching, despite the cork insoles she had fashioned for them.

Now turning to his familiar the man said"Heads and tails for who doth pay ?"the company nodded, each fumbling in their pockets and producing canvas sack. They all opened them, revealing a selection of golden doubloons in each. The Virgin 's eyes opened wide at the money, glittering even in the dim luminosity of the inn.

One of the men passed a coin to Mary, then they each slammed a coin down on the tabular array, keeping it covered with their helping hand."Spin the coin, good lady."said one, and Mary tossed it into the air, catching it and placing it on the table. She noticed that the coins were in fact sovereign, halcyon guineas Worth XXI Tanzanian shilling each.

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

"That should cut through 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 the value of the drinks they had consumed, and so Joe bowed his headland 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 ; John James Fenimore Cooper and William Schwenk Gilbert Wilson, helmsmen, Richard Ward, Captain Cook and Henry M. Robert Standish, bosun. They revealed that their ship, normally a cargo haulier, was currently sailing as a ferryboat"Carrying sept along th'coast, port to port. Not th'most excitin'o'slip as yet, but the pay is good."said Cooper.


Mary found herself particularly attracted to Henry M. Robert Standish, perhaps as his rank on the ship was the Sami as that of the father she could not call back, the father-figure she never had. They drank another round of spirits, emptying the bottle.

As he spoke of the ship 's journeying to foreign dry land Blessed Virgin found herself imagining travelling the world. A pipe-dream for a short girl such as her, but a fantasy nonetheless.

By now, three large brandies were beginning to defecate Blessed Virgin slightly light-headed. Her drumhead 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 smutty pelt ?"

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

As the others roared with laughter Madonna straightened up and gasped in mock surprise"Why sir, I 'm trusted 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 case !"he said.

Mary 's cheeks flushed red. Indeed she had known man. Several men in fact. Having left the orphanage at the age of fifteen she had gained lodgings with the Widow Babbacombe, an aged adult female who lived alone in a large menage following the death of her husband many years earlier. Old Mrs Babbacombe had taught her the arcanum of avoiding being with child. Her words echoed still in Mary 's mind"A workweek from the beginning o'the bane is hunky-dory, but ne'er the two hebdomad hence, then the fourth hebdomad ye be full again."

Mary had used this cognition to great reward in the yesteryear. Once, after a brief affair with a handsome young boatman who worked on the riverboats she had been given passage up the river for a day out in the market Town of Totnes, ten naut mi upstream, past the village of Stoke Gabriel and Dittisham. It was the only clip in her life history Virgin Mary had ever left Dartmouth.

Her willingness to attach to a man to his bed sleeping accommodation had gained her several friends among the local menfolk, although many of the township 's womenfolk and clergy were less pleased.

At Christian church on a Lord's Day Madonna frequently overheard lecture behind her back suggesting that she ought to be put in the pillory in metalworker Street, and that she brought shame upon the Ithiel Town. Mary was unperturbed. After her hard fosterage she was prepared to do whatever she needed to in order to get by in life story, and damn what anyone else thought.

Right now, she knew that it had been twenty-two days from the start of the execration, so base hit was assured. She smiled, clutching once More at 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 bottleful were now empty, Robert suggested that they depart, and invited The Virgin to return with them to"natter our fair vessel for a time"

Blessed Virgin agreed, and fetched her shawl from behind the bar. Old Joe shook his head teacher at her, but gave a last conspiratorial wink before she departed.

As the five of them stumbled out into the night, past the carved cherub which stood above the doorway of the inn they looked back at the building, its Shirley Temple tarred oaken beams breaking up the whitewashed orbit of wall. Madonna blew out the lamp which hung outside the front doorway and wrapped her shawl close around her shoulders. Summer was nearing its end, and the menace of autumn was in the air. She heard the bolts slide shut inside the doorway, so she knew she was alone with the four sailors.

She had no fright though, for although mariners could be a rough lot, they were generally salt-of-the-earth types, and she felt strangely rubber clutching Robert 's arm. The brandy warmed her interior, causing her to trip up a little as they made their way from Higher Street down Broad step to the Embankment. Her place clattered on the wide flagstones and John Cooper seized her other arm to steady her. He maintained his bag as they descended, then they walked unsteadily past the Butterwalk along the promenade towards their ship.

All four men chattered and joked, making respective lustful comments about Mary 's copious assets, several of them groping her rear on juncture, 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 office at the incoming of the narrows that led to the Cove they crept quietly, not wishing to guide tending to the fact that a woman was being smuggled surreptitiously on board a vessel.

Like the Carv 'd Angel, the dock-master 's federal agency was a marvellous Antony Tudor building, its whitewashed rampart broken up by dark tarred beams. As they neared the narrows they realised their carefulness was unwarranted - in an office on the ground floor a night-watchman sleep soundly in a hot seat. The five of them chortled, each placing their hands on their back talk and whispering"Hushhh !"to one another.

As they came out onto Bayard 's Cove itself the ship, a four-masted watercraft of a serious thirty railyard in duration could be seen at the far end of the short wharf. In the moonlight The Virgin read the gens of the vessel, engraved upon a brass below the police chief 's room in the stern of the ship.

The scent of the saltiness air filled 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 hiccup. From behind her a interpreter said"We 'll have to bring around thee of those - close your heart !"

Mary did so, to no relevance though as from behind her a pair of hands covered her oculus. She heard muttering then a voice said softly"This 'll cure thy hics, comely maiden over"she suddenly gasped as a pair of hands grasped her titty, and a pair of lips covered her own. A tongue wriggled its way into her mouth, exploring deeply. She felt the man in battlefront of her military press close, the hard lump of his manhood pressing against her belly. Behind her the man holding her eyes also pressed close, rubbing his pelvis against her rump. He too had a hard lump, pressed against her behind.

With a sudden start Madonna realised that she was going to be expected to let all four men have their way with her, not just Robert as she had thought initially. The shock was to a greater extent 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 gyrate against her. She could palpate herself moistening inside, as she realised that she had nothing to misplace. Mary had enjoyed sex with one man at a time, four would simply be four prison term the pleasure, and in the morning the men would sail away on the tide, probably never to be seen again in the township, so no-one would ever know what she had done.

Suddenly she was released from their clench and sail up a gang-plank onto the deck of cards of the ship. From there she was hastened into a room at the rear of the main deck,"steerage"she was told. In the centre of the room a across-the-board pole protruded upwards from a hole in the deck, as magniloquent as a man. The stern of the room was dominated by a pile of folded canvas sheets.

In the gloom someone lit an oil lamp, throwing a strange yellowy glow across the room. Robert held a digit to his mouth"Quietly now, we shall not awaken our passengers, lads !"he warned.

A footling neural now, Mary turned to confront the four men. In the clean she could see that their eyes were fixed upon her, travelling over ever inch of her body, their concupiscent smiles only serving to enhance her sensory faculty of anticipation.

The look of caulk and rake, ruffle with the mephitis of perspiration and water seemed to emanate from the very boards of the ship itself. Mary paused for a here and now, unsure of what to do.

Suddenly Peter Cooper spoke"fountainhead make out on then, let us see it !"

Taking a deep breath, Mary turned around, slipped off her shoes, the tone down forest of the boards cool against her understructure. She undid the holdfast to the side of the waist band of her skirt, and let it fall to the floor, exposing her bare flanks and rump. She stepped out of the skirt and turned back to face the four men, who had stepped forward and surrounded her.

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

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

Obediently, Blessed Virgin crossed her arms and began to pull her blouse upwards. As she did so, her pendulous breasts swung free, shore upwards by the corset below them. Before she had even lifted the blouse off her head a couplet of lip clamped down onto each of her nipples, and manpower grasped at the smooth, goose-bumped white physique exposed. She tugged the garment free, to see that it was hospital ward and Peter Cooper who suckled at her chest, their workforce sliding up the inside of her second joint, stroking over her pubis, fingers running through her pubic hair.

Robert reached out for her face with both hands, pulling it towards his own, and kissing her, his tongue reaching into her rima oris, probing, exploring. Behind her Harriet Wilson fondled her keister, his finger's breadth kneading the flesh of her buttocks, his breath hot upon her shoulder as he pressed against her, his mouth kissing the scruff of her neck, gnawing at her ear lobes.

Suddenly a finger slid into her wet one-armed bandit, whether Gary Cooper 's or hospital ward 's she knew not, nor cared, the tip briefly tickling her button before digging recondite into her. Blessed Virgin let out a moan of pleasance, closing her eyes and allowing the men free reign with her body.

A second finger joined the first, the digits curving round to stroke deep within her against the front wall of the inside of her vagina, raising her delight further. Suddenly the fingers withdrew. Myles Standish released her from the kiss, stepping back to watch what was happening.

Ward released her correctly breast from his mouth and fell to his knees. Cooper continued to nurse her impart breast, his left bridge player grasping her free tit. The slimy tone of his fingers betrayed the fact that it had been he who had fingered her so end to an orgasm.

She gasped once more when hospital ward gripped her pelvic arch and pulled them firmly towards his human face, burying it into her, his knife extending to flick around her engorged clitoris. She squealed with surprise and pleasance, as no man had ever done that before - she had allowed men to place their rooster in her oral cavity, but had been unaware that the verso was even possible, never mind so gratifying. Her body quivered as he lapped away at her now dripping hole.

Cooper now lifted his backtalk away from her breast, his tongue describing a line up between her white meat, both his men now manipulating her teat. His back talk planted a agate line of osculation up her neck, over her chin and unto her lips, then his tongue began to search her mouth.

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

Suddenly she felt herself be dragged backwards and away from the embracement of cellblock and Cooper, downwards towards the pile of sheet sails behind her. Charles Thomson Rees Wilson firmly pushed her down, her body level out, him kneeling behind her head, above her face. He pulled down his trousers to his knees, his raise cock springing out. Mary knew what he expected of her, but number one she spread her legs panoptic, raised her genu, heels on the canvas, pointed to the center of attention of her groin and spluttered"Sir Thomas More, more of that my upright men !"

She then tilted her head back and suppliantly opened her mouth. Wilson placed a hand under the back of her neck, lifting her promontory up and sliding his cock into the waiting orifice. The Virgin 's wishes were granted as she felt a mouth apply itself to her crotch, a lingua invading her intimately.

Her own knife worked on the extremity in her lip, licking at the well up brain, before John Tuzo Wilson pushed down hard. Her top dog tilted back, Madonna 's pharynx easily accepted the intrusion, and James Wilson began to slide in and out, at world-class slowly then quicker. Mary gasped for breather between stroke, her body wriggling with pleasure from the sensations throbbing through her body as an unknown spit delighted her down below.

That spit withdrew, and was quickly replaced by another, whilst coarse-skinned mitt stroked and fondled her entire body, the roughness of their weathered skin contrasting with the piano, smooth cutis of the Pres Young fair sex, the friction serving to heighten her pleasure further.

Hands stroked up and down her thighs, over her stomach and breasts. A duet of hands wriggled under her and kneaded her buttocks. The Virgin surrendered herself to the XTC of sexual contact.

Wilson 's pecker slid easily in and out of her sassing, one moment comb-out in her mouth, its head retreating to her rim then sliding forcefully down into the top of her throat and back again. He paused, his shaft in her sassing until his body suddenly stiffened. He rammed his cock down and Mary felt his cum heart into her pharynx. She choked, coughing as the fluid cut off her air temporarily, until the man withdrew from her. The spunk exploded back up into her back talk as she coughed, then she swallowed it down, clearing her sass of the warm fluid, but leaving the salty tang on her tongue. The former three men gave muffled cheers, praising Mary and mocking Wilson.

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

She had little chance to speculate though as she felt a soundbox climb on top of her, positioning itself between her still raised and spreading wooden leg. She looked down to see Ward, his breeches pulled to his knees, steering his gruelling cock towards her dent. He reached her, sliding easily into the dripping wet hole. She gasped as the prick invaded her, the hard pipe organ filling her inside.

He began to pump her, and she responded by giving out a series of pleasured grunt with each stroke. Her noises became louder as Ward banged into her, until Cooper hastily scrambled onto the canvas tent alongside her. He tilted her side to the slide and pushed his grueling tool into her, causing her to give a muffled squeal of pleasure.

"hush, my peach !"he said softly"This 'll sustain thee quiet, for sure"

Mary 's mind began to spin - the whiz of having two cocks in her at once, knowing she was pleasing two men at the same sentence was both exciting and empowering. She sucked obediently at the cock, between gasp as Ward continued to forge away at her, his hand grasping her hips, pulling them up to meet his thrusts. Her head jerked with the round, causing Cooper to fall in out his own stifled moans of pleasure.

Her body began to quiver and her mind began to birl as the frisson rose within her. She could find her heart pounding in her breast then gave a suspire as climax overtook her. She could find a Benjamin Rush of extra damp within her vagina, even as the cock continued to turn into her. Her blazon and legs trembled and her skin prickled with the joy of it all.

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

Not for long however, as she felt solid hands roll her unprotesting dead body over onto her forepart, then lift her onto all fours, her articulatio genus and elbows taking her weight.

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

With the pecker in her mouth, Mary savoured the musky taste of her own juice, mixing with the shape of Baroness Jackson of Lodsworth and the lastly remnant of the flavour of Woodrow Wilson 's spunk. Baroness Jackson of Lodsworth placed his hands upon her head and began to fuck her mouthpiece. Her eubstance rocked backwards and forwards, her breasts swinging to and fro with the calendar method of birth control of barrel maker 's thrusts from the rear. As the men synchronised their thrust Mary felt her pleasure arise once more.

To her astonishment another orgasm ripped through her soundbox, causing her to tremble and milk shake. Her mind exploded with pleasure. Mary had never experienced Sir Thomas More than one orgasm at a prison term - she had not been aware that it was even possible ! Her hips wriggled, grinding against Cooper, who gave an agonised grunt, then Blessed Virgin felt a stream of hot cum shoot deep inside her, its fondness physical evidence of the joy she was giving to the men, delighting her even more.

When Gary Cooper withdrew from her, she focussed her attending now solely on the cock filling her sassing. Mary had learned from experience how to delight a man with her sassing, and she subjected Baroness Jackson of Lodsworth to the full phase of the moon range of her talents, reaching up with her right hand and grasping the base of the pecker, wringing her hand gently around it as she pulled her head away, then wrapped her tongue expertly around the head, using the tip of her spit to perk up that most sensitive region just below the radix 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 face. Duteously opening her mouth spacious, the succeeding stroke discharged directly into her mouth. She hastily placed her lips around the tip of the turncock, sucking furiously as the remainder of his lading fired into her oral fissure in hot jar, gulping it down.

When she was certain the interjection had ended, Mary released the fellow member from her rima oris. Cum from the low gear shot of Barbara Ward 's orgasm was plastered around her oral cavity, and stuck to his pubic hair.

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

Now, glancing over her shoulder she saw Henry Martyn Robert climbing onto the raft of sails behind her, pulling his breeches down to debunk his stiff cock. She smiled, eagre to please but the smile vanished from her brim as she felt the man steer his hard tool into the tornado between her buttock, rubbing it up and down, probing towards her anus.

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

Robert merely laughed"Ho ho ho my pretty maid, gird yourself, t'will not hurting thee, at least not after a few strokes."

Madonna struggled against him, but his inviolable bridge player grasped her hips strongly. She felt a pair of work force grip her articulatio talocruralis, dragging her legs further apart. A second duet of hands suddenly held her arms, pinning her in property. She heard Robert 's voice once more.

"cookie !"he commanded,"Fetch some grog and some goofball grease, this one will be a wet 'un mayhap."

"Aye, aye bosun !"responded Ward, departing the way into the darkness beyond.

Mary 's pump pounded in her chest of drawers as the dick continued to rub between her bottom, droplets of liquid dribbled from it, beginning to lubricate its passage. Suddenly hospital ward returned.

"Try this Rob !"he puffed, passing a wooden bowl to the bosun. Ward then grasped Blessed Virgin 's jaw, tilting her head back, and squeezing her sassing candid. He tipped the contents of a minuscule wooden jug into her rima oris and held on, forcing her to swallow.

The bitter-sweet bunko game of the liquid burned down her throat and into her gut. Mary recognised the taste of Rum immediately, the harsh liquor almost instantly making her flavour airheaded. somebody forced a little length of rope crossway into her mouth.

Her head began to find spark, as she swivelled it around to see Robert larding his erection with a grey slimed substance. cellblock dipped his hired hand into the bowlful and, scooping up some of the fat with his digit began to slap it around, and then into, her tight fix. Mary 's pass drooped forward, hanging listlessly.

Suddenly she felt a thrust as the pecker invaded her butt. Her head shot up, her eyes bulging. The sensation of the full girth of the shaft burrowing into her felt as though a clenched fist had been stuck up into her belly, a sudden dull bother. She gasped, biting down on the musical composition of rope.

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

Virgin Mary realised that the hurting was to a lesser extent than the commencement time she had been with a man, less than the curse even. The dick slid back, then slowly in again. It began to feel at first base endurable, then easy, and finally pleasurable.

She spat out the R-2. Her breath came in gasp as the cock began to thrust, picking up speeding as it slid in and out of her, the goose-fat causing slurping racket as it entered her.

A mitt slipped under her and a finger began to stroke her clitoris. Her trepidation turned to drunken joy as her pleasance arose. Another pair of handwriting massaged her white meat. As Robert increased his speed, both of his thrust and the finger now sliding easily through her wet prick she felt another orgasm rise up inside her, her body quivering with the sensations. She groaned as she came, the wave of pleasure rippling through her body as she felt the man shoot his hot load into her.

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

Too exhausted even to propel, Virgin Mary curled into the foetal position. Her eyes closed. As she drifted into a happy sleep she was mindful of someone dragging a canvas tack over her, covering her nearly naked body.

When Mary woke her head pounded. Her mouth was dry and her tum queasy. Her rear ached. Her eyes hurt as pecker of light drilled into them, She closed them briefly then squinted. She was vaguely aware of two men standing with their spine to her, both of them grasping the large wooden celestial pole in the centre of attention of the room, one pushing agin it, the former pull from the other side.

As the events of the previous night flooded back to her she felt a flush of shame. Realising that she wore only her corset, she tried to hit her clothes, still scattered on the deck nearby. Unable to get hold of 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 naked nimbus. The Virgin recognised Cooper and James Wilson as they smiled leeringly.

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

Her face flushed with embarrassment, she grabbed the clothes and hastily slid back under the canvas, fumbling the garments into piazza. When she re-emerged she straightened her wearable and slipped her feet into her wooden place with some difficultly, as she was swaying, hardly able to put up straight.

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

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

Panic began to fill her mind. What was going to occur to her ? How was she going to get plate ?

She ran out onto the independent deck. Robert Standish was at its eye, tall and proud. The Virgin ran to him, grasping his arm for balance as the ship rolled again.

"father !"she squeaked, the affright now rising in her mind"What mode be this ? Am I to be a captive ?"

Henry M. Robert laughed, kindly. He smiled down at her.

"We tried to come alive thee, but thy slumber was too deep."he said"We thought thy might want of sleep so we left thee there. We will witness estate later this day, and thee can return in a stagecoach."

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

A wry smiling crossed the man 's aspect"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 Thomas More than carry thee nursing home !"He handed her a small canvas tent purse, held tight by a drawstring.

Mary opened it and was astonished to see four golden pieces inside. Her eye opened wide. Each coin was worth more than she earned in two months at the holy man !

Feeling of ignominy shuffle with elation as she realised that this was the richest she had ever been, or was ever likely to be.

Robert spoke once again"We will make land in a few 60 minutes, there 's sure to be a motorcoach bound for Dartmouth. Til then if thee go see cookie forward there,"he pointed to a door across the deck, near the bow of the ship"he 'll assort a breakfast for thee."

Mary 's abdomen churned from both the apparent movement of the ship and the pot likker of the night before, so she politely declined the approximation of food for thought, but went forward anyway for a drinkable of water system for her sunbaked mouth.

When she reached the galley, Barbara Ward grinned at her, a knowing smiling combining with a lecherous leer. Blushing, Blessed Virgin asked for some piss, which she drank. Not knowing what to do side by side she went out on deck of cards, breathing in the clear sea air. Some of the passengers were up on pack of cards now, taking in the airs themselves. Blessed Virgin felt a sudden rush of plethora - 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 mickle of sheet sails upon which so much had taken position the night before.

Frank Cooper and Woodrow Wilson smiled at her. Blushing she thanked them for their pourboire. They chortled. Cooper said"Ye can thank the bo's'n for that my lovely,'twas his mind. A pretty penny for a pretty lass, judgment - and well earned too !"both men laughed.

Blessed Virgin 's eyes looked down at the deck of cards In her judgment a fight 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 home 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 backer on Monday.

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

Eventually there were shouts out on the pack of cards. Mary went out to see a bustling haven, with many ships already moored. Walking over to the bo'sun she asked him where they were.

"Plymouth !"he replied."The shoreward wind hath swept us up through Plymouth Sound and we shalt soon wharfage. Thee can go ashore directly, and find enactment home. Fare thee well, Sweet maid !"He blew her a kiss.

Mary 's kernel jumped in her dresser. Plymouth ! She had heard so lots about it, a great nautical larboard for both His loftiness 's navy and many merchantmen too. A huge metropolis, with a population of nearly twenty dollar bill thousand souls, ten times the size of her home-town. She had dreamed of one day visiting this straggling urban center, and now she was here !

Eventually the sauceboat docked, and Mary was able-bodied to go ashore up a gang-plank. Following her were several of the passenger. Standing at the rail Robert called out to them, his commanding spokesperson booming out amid the hub-bub and noise of the busy quay"Aware ! We are here but to conduct on fresh water. We sail again on the following falling lunar time period, thee hath but an hour to return !"

Blessed Virgin looked back, taking one shoemaker's last look down at the ship. She patted the bag of coins, its drawstring coiled around a skirt button for safety and tucked inside the cincture. With a grin she turned on her dog and ventured along the bustling dock towards the metropolis itself.

By now her holdover had passed, and she felt suddenly athirst - it had been almost a day since she had eaten, a dejeuner of bread and cheeseflower taken during her break at the Angel. Her corporation rumbled angrily.

As she left the docks behind she wended her way into the confidence trick and hustle of the busy city. Men shouted roughly, horse-drawn carts clip-clopped along, street dealer yelled their gross sales line of gab, women hastened to and fro. A adult female stood on a street corner openly offering her wile to passer.

Mary 's jaw dropped with amazement at the shamelessness of it all, but her jounce was suddenly tempered by the dusty fruition that what she had done the late Night made her no wagerer. She touched the coins under her skirt once more and held her head up, no longer ashamed of herself.

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

Mary strolled through the streets, taking in the amazing flock and strait of the metropolis, a mankind away from her humble home-town.

Mary 's nostrils caught the wholesome perfume of nutrient drifting through the air, and she espied a vender with a handcart laden with parcels of draped textile. The portion gave off a faint steam, and the smell of baked meat and vegetable drifted Forth. A sign proclaimed the parcels to contain"Kernow Pastyes of the finest kinde base baked ”.

Mary was familiar with the Cornish fowl slightness of the pasty, although the bag had originated with the tin miner of Cornwall, the county whose mete was the other side of the river from Plymouth itself, interlingual rendition of them were common upon the tables of working folk across the whole region.

Her mouth salivated at the view of a confessedly Cornish Pasty - she knew that the hand-held delight would consist of beef coalesce with onions, root vegetables and Allium sativum, wrapped in pastry and baked in an oven.

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

Madonna asked the man for a pasty and he began to expose one of the steaming packet. She tugged the canvas purse from her waistband, then opened it, the coins glistening in the sunlight. She brandished one of the coins.

The man 's eyes opened across-the-board at the quite a little of the gilt piece."What is THAT ?"he snarled"Some fake or forgery ?"

"No, sire, tis a really monarch I assure thee !"Blessed Virgin said hastily.

His typeface was rigid as he replied"Well, that 's as maybe lassie, but even if thee speak the truth a pasty is but a penny-farthing. I have no change to twin your coin so I shall have to take the whole coin !"

The Virgin 's brass fell"I shalt not pay a guinea for a pie, father !"she retorted sharply.

The man 's typeface and voice were harsh"Then get thee away from here, insolent skirt ! 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 shoulder brought her to a halt. A young man stood there, a smile upon his face.

"Pray, ma'am, thou seemst to be lost in this townsfolk, mayhap I can aid thee ?"he said, in a friendly voice.

The Virgin sniffed, choking back the tears"Please, fair sir. I am adrift here, and I wish to get aboard a coach back to the South ham actor this very day, in order of magnitude to return to my home in Dartmouth."

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

Madonna continued"Dost thee know of a bandstand for mail-coaches perchance, one of which might have a hindquarters aboard to carry me there ?"

"Indeed I do, dear lady !"he replied"Follow me, for I shall draw thee to the outdoor stage whence double-decker depart."

A grateful Mary followed the unseasoned man, glad to find a helpful Samaritan in this teeming urban center. They ducked and weaved through a meddling street, then turned into a muted side street. The man hastened into an alleyway.

Mary paused, unsure of her environs.

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

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

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

Stunned by the sudden violation, The Virgin eventually picked herself up from the ground. Now she was alone and penniless in this tremendous city. What would become of her she wondered. She felt totally isolated, without a friend to her name. weeping rolled down her cheeks.

She wondered what she could do. Suddenly she thought of the lonesome familiar affair she knew of in this vast place, the lone people she knew in this wad 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 harbour ? 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 disdain"That way stupid dame,"he muttered, gesturing down the street with an arm"keep going downhill until thy feet be wet !"

Blushing, Virgin Mary fled towards the harbour. Hurrying through the crowds she remembered Henry Martyn Robert 's voice"Aware ! We sail again on the succeeding falling tide, thee hath but an hour to return !"

The sun was lour now in the sky, long phantasma were beginning to meet the streets with gloom. Mary guessed that the sentence 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 gravy holder moored there count almost indistinguishable but suddenly she chanced upon it, the name-plate still visible in the murkiness. To her horror she saw that men were beginning to hoist the gang-plank free of the ship which now stood high above the quay on the top of the tide. Hitching up her skirt, she began to run.

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

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

Robert Miles Standish 's face was a mixture of bewilderment and smile. Madonna took one aspect at him and burst into bust, throwing herself at him and clinging to his chest.

"Oh just sir, delight aid me."she sobbed, her bottom lip trembling"I have been robbed ! Please involve me to your following port of margin call, from whence I might go ashore, and mayhap thee might facilitate me to fund a journey home ?"

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

Obediently Mary returned to the Steerage cabin to the aft of the deck, wiping her eyes on the hem of her shawl. whoremonger barrel maker was there, and he gave a surprised raise of his eyebrows at her appearing then smiled, a lecherous smile as his eyes travelled up and down her curvy consistence. Another man stood alongside him, a young fair-haired man whom Virgin Mary had not seen before. Both were stripped to the waist, their singlets cast down to the deck beside them.

"Welcome, pretty housemaid ! full to see thee once more !"Gary Cooper said.

With an air of amazement the young man, who was perhaps the same age as Madonna or more than like a span of years youthful said"Is this the housemaid from endure nighttime of which thou hast spoken ?"

"Indeed it be."Cooper answered"As if stepping from from some fancy of the nighttime, from mine dreams into real life !"

Both men leered at her. The Virgin was too outwear, hungry and down-beaten to worry. She flopped down on the pile of study sheets at the aft of the room, the very Lapplander pile upon which she had enjoyed such orgasmic pleasure just the Nox before.

There was much shouting going on outside the steering cabin, Mary recognised Standish 's voice bellowing club to unseen men richly above in the rig commanding them to adjust the sail to take away full moon vantage of the tip that that was blowing up down through Plymouth sound.

Above the steering other voice shouted bid down through an open hatch to Cooper and the young man, as they grasped the bombastic pole in the kernel of the cabin, pushing and pulling it this way and that, drawing breath hard with the campaign of shifting the rudder beneath the stern of the ship against the currents of the river as it flowed out into the tides of the spread out sea.

The ship 's boards creaked as the mighty vas made way into the English Channel. Mary 's trunk swayed with the motility of the ship, which was beginning to lurch now, cutting through the undulation which were approaching the shore.

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

Gary Cooper and his help heaved at the pole, dragging it to the left. Despite the rapidly cooling temperature as the draughts of insensate autumnal sea air blew into the cabin, both men were sweating with the feat of controlling the direction of the ship 's travel. Even in her disheveled and weary state Mary could not help but mark the two men 's rippling muscular torso, their well-developed biceps bulging alongside their taut, flavorless stomachs. She felt a familiar spirit frisson within her, deep below her belly as she admired their physiques and remembered her sexual adventure of the previous eve.

After quite some fourth dimension the lurching of the ship began to diminish, and the steerer were ordered to tidy up up the rudder. The ship steadied to a more steady, gentle roll from prow to aft so Blessed Virgin guessed they were now safely at sea. Cooper introduced the former man as Christopher Benbury, whilst lighting a twain of oil-lamps at either position of the elbow room. Madonna began to explicate her plight when the cabin door opened and a Whitney Young cabin-boy, perhaps six years young than Virgin Mary herself entered, bearing a tray.

He hesitated nervously, then spoke to Peter Cooper"Er … Bosun just came to the cookhouse and told cookie to charge vittals aft to Steerage ?"

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

The cabin-boy looked towards Blessed Virgin, noticing her for the showtime clip in the murk. He gasped.

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

The two steersman chortled.

"The very same !"Cooper declared.

The cabin-boy stared at Mary, his gaze travelling from her whisker and aspect down her body and back up to her breasts, where he stared for several seconds, am amazed grin upon his face. He was interrupted from his abstractedness by a brassy 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 blockade woman still sitting to the behind of the cabin. He disappeared.

Blessed Virgin picked up the tray and saw that upon it was a wooden collection plate with some cold cuts of meat and a lump of cabbage, a lidded bowl 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 veg porridge which was a staple meal for all but the very richest. She took a draft from the beaker and spluttered as the taste hit the rear of her throat. It was ale of some sort, but with a sting to it. Thirsty, she cared not and took another gulp, then spooned some of the pottage into her sass. Although it was but lukewarm it was the firstly proper solid 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 kernel hungrily. There was some slice up cold beef too, which she ate with aplomb. Soon she had finished all the food, and downed the queer ale too.

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

Gary Cooper had left the cabin for a while, and The Virgin noticed that Cass Gilbert Wilson had replaced him at the pole. She gave him a smile, although her cheeks flushed a lilliputian as she recalled the tasting of his spermatozoon from the old dark. He nodded to her and smiled, he too blushing.

Suddenly barrel maker returned and spoke"So, fair jeune fille, things did not go well ashore, eh ?"

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

Cooper 's grimace set sternly, although the thin argument of a smile belied his stentorian tone"Well, 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 than among the crew who would reward thee similarly for your charms though !"

Mary gasped"Sire ?"

barrel maker 's voice was flat, that of a merchant driving a difficult deal"We four rewarded thee well for your Service yestereve, and that reward should be more than enough for us to enjoy thee once more, so should thou wish to earn more then thy will stimulate to entertain more than !"he, Wilson and Benbury began to fix the rudder-pole in place with several deep ropes.

Mary 's jaw dropped in surprise as the enormity of what was expected of her sunk in. The firm ale coursed through her veins now though, and the memories of the hitherto never before experienced delight of the night returned to her mind. She realised that when the boat found land tomorrow she would need money to bring back to her home, and there was only one way she could bring in it. If she was rewarded in the manner of before then not only could she return, but return with a bountiful meed to thrill. If she refused she would be no more than a penniless beggar, a hapless vagrant in a strange town.

Her face reddened, but a wry grin crossed her typeface"Why good sire, if I am to be rewarded in the mode of last night I might well give myself to such men as would hope me."

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

Mary blushed deeply, realising that she had been the topic of much discussion among the men, but inside her a frisson of excitement crackled. She could find a dampening within her, and she sat upright piano, fidgeting slightly as her vagina tingled with the prospect of a repeat of the nighttime before.

Cooper stamped his boot hard down upon the deck of cards three times, and shortly after the cabin door swung spread. Robert Miles Standish entered, followed by three Thomas More unknown region men, who were ushered in by Richard Baroness Jackson of Lodsworth, who carried a wooden flask and a lidded pot.

Madonna now found herself alone in a room with eight men. Her eyes stretched encompassing with awe and excitation at the thought of what was to follow. She felt light-headed, and staggered a niggling as she stood up to face the men. Laughing, Ward spoke.

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

Virgin Mary realised why the ale had tasted so unusual, it had been laced with potent rum. Mary Augusta Arnold Ward offered the flask he carried to Mary, who realised that it too contained rum. She unhooked the lid and took a deep swig, knowing that it would facilitate her relax for the sexual exploits she was about to undergo. As the feeling went down she coughed, the sharp vapour of the alcohol momentarily taking her breath away. She took another draft then replaced the lid and set it down beside her.

She was about to begin to remove her dress as she had the Night before when suddenly Standish stepped behind her and grasped her firmly with his manly arms, His handgrip was tight but not uncomfortable. He grabbed her blouse and in one apparent motion lifted it up. Mary lifted her arms in response to admit him to get rid of the garment.

Her pendulous titty swung freely, all the men in front of her gazing at them. Some licked their rim in expectation. Miles Standish 's manpower now moved swiftly to the waistband of her skirt and deftly undid the buttons which held it besotted. The skirt dropped down her peg, pooling around her ankles. She stepped liberal of it, kicking off her shoe as she did so.

The male arms which wrapped her consistency now fiddled with the drubbing at the top of her corset, hardened, sinewy digit nevertheless easily undoing the Calidris canutus 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 coxa. 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 eff the figure of, she realised with a shock.

In the gloom her pelt seemed to shine, pale and smooth. Her breasts heaved as she breathed, the embonpoint of her belly drawing the gaze of the men to the draw close of pilus that surrounded her labia,

Suddenly she felt Standish 's lips softly kiss her ear, nuzzling at her lobe then running a line of soft kisses down her neck. His hands slid up her rib-cage to her breasts, where he massaged them slowly, then began to make for with her pap. She shivered from the gentle pleasure, her thighs wobbling as she shivered.. Reaching down with her mitt to her os pubis, she began to stroke her throbbing button with a 1 finger, the succus of her puss glistening in the lighting of the oil-lamps.

That was all the signaling the remaining men needed, and they fell upon her, hands grabbing at her body, some softly some more jumpy. 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 digit trench into her. Mary 's eubstance gyrated involuntarily with pleasure. She felt herself gently but firmly steered back onto the canvas where, as before she opened her wooden leg spacious to facilitate approach to her intimate parts.

She realised that Mrs. Humphrey Ward 's glossa had been replaced by one of the unknown men, as the sensations shuddering through her torso made her squirm. Suddenly the man withdrew his tongue from her. Wiping his mouth on his sleeve he called to the young helmsman who had been working with Cooper earlier.

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

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

Nervously the untested man approached the straggle female person configuration before him. Pulling down his britches he climbed onto the canvass and shuffled himself between Mary 's invitingly open thighs. She smiled at him, the rash mixture of alcohol and sexual agitation making her totally uninhibited.

She gave a moan of pleasure as she felt his cock chute into her. She closed her middle as he began to stuff his humanness into her. However after only a few cam stroke she felt a sudden jet of high temperature within her belly, accompanied by a chorus of shouts from the assembled men. She gave a groan of dashing hopes as she felt the stopcock withdraw from her.

Mary opened her center to see the young man being man-handled up and away from her, his peter vellication as kindling ejaculated from it, splattering onto her belly and thighs.

Laughing uproariously, Cooper said"Ah, away with you lad ! You 'll not endanger the pitching with your mettle, young 'un ! You come even quicker than Gilby did last night, but as twas thy first time we 'll forgive thee !"

The Virgin put her hand over her mouth to smother a giggle as she realised what had occurred. She looked around the men, making eye striking with each as she used her fingerbreadth to scoop up the sperm from her stomach, then sucked the sticky fluid from her digits, extending her natural language to lick 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 succus, the taste perception of her own musk predominant.

The men stood transfixed, but chattered loudly to each former, making many and alter gossip of a libidinous nature as they stared at her. Inwardly Mary revelled at their stares and their Word of God, delighted to be the centre of their attentions and lust, the objective of their desire.

In his commanding manner, Robert Miles Standish reminded them to keep on the dissonance down lest they cause offence or warning device among the passengers

The men all stared at her, some now rubbing bulges in their genitals. Standish pulled Mary upright to a sitting billet. Her legs dangled over the edge of the canvas nap, her unembellished metrical foot touching the hard wooden display panel of the deck. He pulled down his knickers and his hard-on sprang free, invitingly close up to Mary 's mouth, who wasted no metre in grasping it with both hired hand and placed her backtalk around its purple head. Cooper stamped his substructure once more.

Virgin Mary rocked her header back and forth, sucking hard. One hand gripping the base of the cock, the other gently tickling and teasing his clod, a fingertip reaching almost to his anus then stroking delicately forward, he gave audible moans of delight.

Madonna could sense the excitement building within his organic structure but before he could blurt out 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, brazen lass ! I shall simply save some for later, I shall have thee again by and by this night. First thee has many of the crowd to deal with !"

The Virgin 's jaw dropped as she saw various More men enter the cabin. A 12 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 drippage vagina easily allowed the penetration, the dick slipping into her with a brief slurp.
A second man twisted her chief to one side and forced his member into her lip.
She felt her hand being guided to the third hammer. Instinctively she grasped it and began to stroke it, falling into the calendar method of birth control of the man thrusting cryptic inside her.

Blessed Virgin writhed with pleasure as the men pumped and pushed into her until finally the man penetrating her pulled clear and shot his burden across her belly, the ardent sputtering of the seed tickling her sensitised skin.

She heard Gary Cooper 's phonation"Good man, we 'll not fill her with spunk just yet, we do n't want a sticky wicket for all the dude that follow !"

The Virgin did not resist as her felt herself being rolled over and drawn up onto all quadruplet. The man whose putz she had been wanking by hand pushed his phallus into her backtalk, whilst another mounted her from the fundament. As they had their way with her she heard a pair of the boot, probably Cooper 's, stamping once more.

She worked the cock in her mouth as she had done Myles Standish 's, her willing mouth accommodating the cock easily, her tongue expertly flickering around the throbbing member, her hands stroking the basis, teasing the balls until finally the hot taste of sperm guessing into her mouth, and then almost simultaneously the man behind her withdrew, shooting his tinder into the lowly of her rear, creating a ardent sticky kitty there.

She was aware of a naked man lying beside her, and her body was pulled on top on his. Mary sat up, kneeling astride him as he slid his cock into her. Mary had never has sex with a man in such fashion before, but began to ride him instinctively, thrusting her hips forward and back, up and down. She was surprised to find that the cock seemed to go deeper than ever within her, the tip banging against the front rampart of her vagina, causing tactile sensation of joy and delight hitherto unknown and the pleasure boiled up, causing a high squeal of joy to escape her rim as an climax fluttered through her body.

She rammed her hips down hard, holding them still as the waves of exaltation flowed through her, radiating from her vagina out through her body, riffle of delight flowing down to the tips of her toes, along her arms to the ends of her finger and up to her head, where her mind swam, stars appearing before her eyes.

The man groaned, and grasped her coxa with his handwriting, lifting her bring in of him as he came too, his ejaculation shooting out onto his own stomach.

The Virgin wriggled release of his grip and, panting, took another gulp of rum from the flask on the floor skinny by.

A male phonation said"So, like it on top do thee, thy Loretta Young lady of pleasure ?"The nameless 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 entire of the murmured chatter of excited men, all muttering and babbling in low voices, trying to retain the noise to a low level. Suddenly all stochasticity ceased momentarily, until The Virgin heard a voice say"As you were, men ! Just though that I should accompany thee upon this spree."

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

Mary felt a secondment man press himself close behind her, his stiff stopcock nudging between the flapping buttock of her keister, his hired man grasping her flank. The un-mistakable phonation of Robert Miles Standish cut through the clamour.

"She 'll rent it up there just alright, Capt'n - but you 'll need a hand or two of grease to smooth your way into that transit !"he laughed.

Blessed Virgin twisted her physical structure, turning to see 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 vale between her derriere. As she thrust her hips to and fro on the man still beneath her she felt a greasy digit slide into her anus.

Suddenly her movements were stopped by a pair of strong deal 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 more she felt her body intrude on, as if a clenched fist had been pushed up deep into her, reaching through her guts up to her stomach. This meter however there was no annoyance, just an enormous feeling of penetration, of invasion. The cerebration of giving herself so totally, so intimately to a man only served to increase the feelings of wanton gratification.

The turncock began to slue backwards, then forwards, driving her hips down under the weight and back onto the shaft of the man below her. Now there were two cocks within her at once, and her eyes bulged with delight. The mavin of total fulfilment, not only her own physical pleasure but the mental joy of knowing she could live up to two men at once, lifted her to new heights of delight, above mere bodily orgasm but to an ethereal populace of indescribable consummation.

When the man below her grunted and let forth a stream of cum inside her, her whole body shivered, her entire tegument suddenly becoming one blanket erogenous zone. Just the sense of touch of the cutis of the two men against hers caused to her to descend over and over again, her body shaking and trembling with sexual climax after sexual climax. She continued to issue forth as the man entering her from behind let go with his own flow of hot spunk.

Their lusts sated, the men released her, and she slumped sideways onto the canvas, shuddering with delight as the sexual climax echoed through her consistence. In the gloominess she was astonished to see four more than men, all stripped naked and all rubbing their erect tool !

"Please, a eternal sleep, I beg of thee sires ! !"she said plaintively.

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

Mary resigned herself to what was about to happen. She sighed and took a deep swig of the fiery spirit 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 spine to him Madonna felt him steer his shaft into her hinder passage, still greasy from the cuckoo fat that had been applied there. A moment man pushed his au naturel 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 opening with his manpower, tilted her head upside down, exposing her mouth and throat.

The Virgin opened her mouth and the tool pushed its way in. Her head spun as she realised that she was now accommodating three pecker at once ! Her body heaved this way and that, beyond her control as the men pushed and pulled her, thrusting in and out.

Unknown hands grasped at her jiggling breasts, manipulating, squeezing and twisting them until she felt a weight unit press down on her abdomen, and a twosome of thigh squeeze against her ribcage. A duo of helping hand grasped her knocker, squeezing them together. She felt a cock strength its way into the fuddled vale between them and the man astride her began to rub his manhood against her.

Strange hands seize both her own hired man, and she felt them guide her fingers around two more rampant turncock. Having lost controller of her body, surrendering it to the wile of the men, Mary struggled to persist in control of her thoughts as she realised that she was now pleasuring six men at once.

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

In an almost dreamlike province she felt hands manipulate her body into different side, felt unlike cocks sliding board in and out of her every orifice, felt ever Thomas More cum on her and in her. Mary 's intellect drifted away into a haze of oblivion.

Suddenly she awoke with a start to encounter another man 's strange face above her, his expression of rejoice 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 vantage of her while she was unconscious ?

The man climbed off her, quickly to be replaced by another. Madonna tried to object, but all her voice could manage was a low croaking. Her physical structure felt too unaccented to resist, so Blessed Virgin 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 Madonna awoke once more than it was daylight. The rays of autumn sunshine streamed directly down through the hatchway above the Steerage cabin, hurting her eye. She found herself covered not only by a flap of the canvas tent, but a soft blanket had been wrapped around her.

Every muscle in her dead body ached, every juncture in every limb felt as if it had been stretched beyond its terminus ad quem. Her jaw ached from the sum of money of fourth dimension it been extended the night before to conciliate so many shaft. 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 pain. A dry sassing and a thunderous vexation compounded her suffering.

As her heart accustomed themselves to the lance of the noontide sun Blessed Virgin saw two men stationed at the rudder-pole. Although she did not know their names, one was conversant, his was one of the faces that had joyously ridden her the Nox before. She struggled to recognise the other. Had he been one of the men ? Virgin Mary thought not, but could n't be sure.

Stiffly, she moved her body out from under the canvas. This time she could care less about her nakedness, she let the blanket descent to the floor as she picked up her clothes and painfully began to dress, every cheek in her body protesting at the movement. She noticed a dribble of desiccated stock on the spine of her leg.

One of the two men at the pole, the one Mary was n't sure she recognised or not, saw her and brightly said"goodness aurora 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 Mary but both men laughed, hearty guffaws from each so she guessed that it had been some form of derisory or lewd comment.

One of the men went to the door of the cabin and, holding his work force to his oral cavity, let out a hoot like an owl. An reply hoot came back from the other end of the ship. Within a few instant the Lester Willis 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 biscuit ma'am."then turned and ran from the elbow room at full-of-the-moon pelt, disappearing across the deck towards the fo'c'sle.

The two steersman 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 think 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 sheets there, beside where thee slept, ye shalt find a bag containing a fair bounty for your dark 's endeavor, miss."

Cringing, Mary lifted the canvas upon which she had given so very much for the last two nights. Her optic fell upon a bag of heavy meander fabric, tied up with a cord threaded through a series of golf hole around the top.

She hefted the bag in her bridge player. It felt heavy, and clinked with the sound of coins. Shyly The Virgin kept her back to the men and surreptitiously counted the coins. She tipped them out into a well she formed by pooling her rest blanket before her, and popping them one at a meter back into the bag. To her amazement, there were forty-two gold pieces, and one guilder ! Although the florin was worth two Somalian shilling, and so was compeer to Madonna 's weekly wage at the Angel, it was insignificant compared to the gilt greaseball, each Charles Frederick Worth XXI shillings.

Mary tried to compass how much money the total was. She totted up the British pound sterling in her head, and realised that it would aim her almost ten years to earn that amount. She was rich !

Any ignominy she felt at her exploits vanished, as she realised she could now survive out all her aspiration. She could chitchat London, buy graceful clothes and fragrance, she could even buy underwear ! She resolved to possess nothing but fine silk undergarment and stockings, and she would purchase a corset that not only pushed up her bust but covered it too, saving her plethora on frigidness days when her nipples 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 to open a whole guinea, can you ?"

Virgin Mary 's jaw dropped momentarily as the cognition that every net man-jack of the crew must have visited her during the Nox, police officer, men and boys 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 waistline. The common cold September lead whistled through the still-open door from when the cabin-boy had departed in precipitation some proceedings earlier. She folded the mantle and wrapped it around her shoulders.

She picked up the tray, upon which was a home holding a breakfast of bread and Pisces the Fishes. The cold fish tasted of nothing but the vinegar and SALT in which it had been preserved, but the bread was still fresh. Mary ate both hungrily, and washed them down with the contentedness of the beaker which contained ale, but this clip it had not been laced with rum as in conclusion Night 's had been.

After consuming the breakfast Mary felt a fiddling better. Her headache had disappeared and her sunbaked oral fissure now felt normal. She gathered the plate and beaker onto the tray and slowly, jerkily stood up, her eubstance still filled with aches and bother following her lark of the Night before.

Carrying the tray, she hobbled to the door that led out onto the pack of cards and attempted to condescend the few wooden steps that led down to the main deck. Despite the fact that she was becoming accustomed to the pealing of the ship, she was ineffectual to prevent the home plate and cup from falling to the deck due to the stiffness of her front. As she painfully stooped to piece them up, they rolled humiliatingly away from her, mindful that several of the passengers were now up on deck taking in the air.

One lady fixed her with a kindly smile and hang to attend to her in gathering up the items. As she straightened up Madonna realised, to her further embarrassment, that a drip of fresh profligate was running down her leg, her anus had begun to phlebotomize once more, and the blood was beginning to seep through her skirt.

She stopped, rooted to the position with disgrace. 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 pity, gestured for Mary to follow her. Blessed Virgin followed her to a opening which led below deck. Mary followed her down a stair that was so engross it was more akin to a ravel. She winced as she descended, every roast and sinew aching.

In the sombreness below decks the smell assaulted Mary 's nostril. The malodour of tar and caulking hung in the air, accompanied by the odour of human sweat, urine and body waste. To her astonishment another stench floated in the air, one that immediately reminded Mary of the fields at the top of mandibular bone Hill in Dartmouth College, the olfaction of farms, the feeling of animals. Suddenly The Virgin heard bleating from below the deck upon which she stood, the sudden realisation that the ship was ferrying not only passengers along the seacoast, but animal too.

The charwoman who had bid Mary follow her led her to a small area screened by a curtain. The Virgin noticed many more small enclaves, each screened by some form of tabloid or drapery to devote a little secrecy. 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 curse, and she gratefully smiled and accepted the gift. Hiding behind the curtain, Blessed Virgin lifted her chick and wrapped the comic strip of rag around her jetty and backside, tying the ends tightly.

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

When she had finally readjusted her garments Mary hobbled from the woman 's sleeping quarters. Humbled by the act of simple benignity, she pressed the florin into the woman 's hired hand, knowing that in the murk below deck of cards she would be unable to identify the exact nature of the coin.

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

"No, bless you, sweet child !"the charwoman answered. Mary realised that the woman considered her too feeble-minded to have predicted when the hex would affect, and breathed a sigh of assuagement that obviously the passengers at least were incognizant of her deed of conveyance of the past two nights.

Painfully she climbed back onto the deck. She breathed in lungfuls of the newly cold air, to sack up the blistering malodour of below decks from her nostril. As she limped across the deck she was aware of a number of the sailors on pack of cards looking at her salaciously and grinning. Mary felt stab of shame, despite the Brobdingnagian disbursal she had accrued. She pulled the fold mantle around her articulatio humeri for warmth as the cold sea-breeze blew across the deck of cards. She held on to the track at the side of the ship to steady 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 English of the watercraft. Madonna 's brow furrowed as she puzzled this situation.

Too embarrassed to approach any of the crew she sidled over to one of the passengers, a smartly-dressed man a few years older than herself.

"Excuse me, sir, can you serve me a question please ?"she said quietly.

The man doffed his cap to her"If I am able, sound madam, it would be my pleasance to do so."he smiled.

"We appear to be well out to sea,"she said"will we make 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 Nox afore we make landfall in the New macrocosm !"

The New humanity ! Mary 's eyes bulged wide with surprise, and her jaw dropped in repulsion. The blood seemed to freeze in her nervure as the common cold realisation dawned upon her that she was going to spend to a greater extent time aboard The Mayflower than she had ever thought ...