author 's note : This is a story, and the generator is aware that it is not 100 % historically accurate, although efforts have been made to secure some degree of pragmatism. It is a oeuvre of fiction, however, and intended to be no more than that.



The Virgin 's Unexpected journey

"MORE ALE, WENCH, MORE ALE !"the man cried, slamming his abandon tankard on the wooden table, causing the fire from the wax light in the center to waver. He and his three fellow traveler guffawed loudly and joined in a refrain of call for Sir Thomas More, laughing, stamping their feet on the flagstones and banging their own tankards.

With a benign smiling, Mary filled two pitcher of ale from the barrel of beer behind the bar counter and then, ducking under the oil-lamps that illuminated the bar, approached the men sitting at their table at the far face of the room.
Although they were getting a bit rowdy that was nothing unexpected - many sailors visited the porthole of Dartmouth, its deep-water tidal estuary and high valley sides were the perfect shelter for all size of it of ships. These men were no elision, hardened mariner each and, typical of bluejacket ashore, drinking heavily.

However, they had good humour, and tipped well. The Virgin was proud of to serve them, as she was most matelows, as her hebdomadal wage of two Tanzanian shilling was paltry. Tips from wealthy customers could sometimes add various farthings to her pay.
Virgin Mary had learned that if she wore the top of her blouse pulled low, and strapped her corset tightly, that men loved to look down the valley formed by the gap between her generous heart. Such men as those were inclined to tip more than, and more often.

Mary was glad of her underbust girdle, the exclusively item of undergarment that she possessed. It held in her polish up corporation, and pushed up her breasts, giving her close to the build she longed for, like the daguerreotypes of rich and regal ladies from London which hung in the hall of the town hall.

How Mary wished that one day she might inspect London, its glamour and mystique seemed a life-time removed from that of a poor orphan lady friend in a small Devon townspeople. 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, Mary was as old as the century itself. Her father, a royal stag Navy bosun, had died at sea when she was aged two, in a skirmish with a watercraft of the Spanish navy, and her mother had succumbed to smallpox four years later.

Her raising in the Orphanage of Saint Redeemer 's had been austere and bleak, gruelling physical work and harsh treatment. Memories of being awoken early on chilly winter mornings, washing in cold urine, dressing in the wickedness then walking across to the adjacent Church of Saint Saviour 's in parliamentary law to clean and smoothen the ornate ironwork room access, or dusting the interiors and seeing to the rood screen within came back to her mind.

Mary was slightly to a lesser extent inauspicious than some of the former shaver as an gift, a legacy of her founding father 's death in the service of the King, ensured that she received more significant meal than otherwise, although she often gave some of her food for thought away to former children who remained athirst even after the daily supper of vegetable broth and bread.

licking with a stick or belt were not uncommon, for girls as well as boy, although Mary often escaped penalization due to her capacity for difficult graft and an aptitude for schooltime example, a determination to one day miss her poverty driving her on.
She had proved an able-bodied and eager educatee in the classroom, learning her numbers by the age of nine, and her letters by thirteen.

Mary was shaken from her reverie as she reached the table, and began pouring ale from her pitchers into the tankards of the waiting bluejacket. Their speech communication was coarse but good-natured, bantering with the Thomas Young woman.

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

"Arr, I do proceed thinking of ravisher for some reason !"said another.

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

"OUCH !"exclaimed Mary, standing vertical"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 penny each, a day 's wages for a youthful barmaid, and she well knew that plenty of flirting would make her More besides.

Most of the other customers had slipped quietly into the swarthiness of a Sabbatum night, the local only too aware that sottish seamen were best avoided, and although these were private merchantmen rather than royal stag Navy sailors they could still cause trouble later.

Old Joe, who ran the inn looked over from his status behind the bar and rolled his eyes. Outwardly he tried to bear upon an air of disapproval of his barmaid 's flirting but he knew that it was unspoilt for business, and usually prevented drunken gob from causing damage in the bar.

Mary had worked for him for five geezerhood now, and had been one of the good little girl he had employed in his sexual conquest of age running the inn known as The Carv 'd angel. 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 sack of his britches, opened a wooden cabinet on the back of the bar, and removed a bottle of pomace brandy. Pouring the vindicated liquid into four chalk he placed them upon a tray. Mary carried the tray to the table and set the ice before the men. One called out to the innkeeper.

"Landlord ! Another glass, if thee will !"

Affecting an air of puzzlement, Joe poured another measuring rod and placed it on the bar. Blessed Virgin took it to the table and set it down, but the men clamoured for her to drink 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 drop even more than money on expensive intent in rules of order to collapse them away then that was fine with him.

Mary lowered her case, cocked her chief to one side and turned her eyes innocently upwards"Art thee tempting me with strong liquor, forefather ?"she asked, although the thin out melody of a smile on her face belied her naïve words.

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

"Oh no ?"said Mary, with an air of mock defiance. Picking up the glass she took a trench breath and raised the looking glass to her back talk, tipping the liquid into her lip and gulped it down in one.

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

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

Joe brought over the bottleful and refilled the methamphetamine, giving The Virgin a disapproving frown. Blessed Virgin winked at him. He rolled his middle once more, but gave Mary a subtle answering blink.

"leave-taking the bottle, landlord."said one of the men."And pray, let this Loretta Young maid sit and subscribe to drink with us as a wages for her arduous labour this eve ?"He motioned for The Virgin to draw up a wooden seat and get together them. Blushing slightly, Blessed Virgin obeyed. It was a relief to sit down, having spent many hours on her feet whilst she worked, the hard wooden shoes making her ft ache, despite the bottle cork insoles she had fashioned for them.

Now turning to his comrades the man said"head and tails for who doth pay ?"the society nodded, each fumbling in their pockets and producing sail pouches. They all opened them, revealing a survival of fortunate doubloons in each. Mary 's eyes opened wide at the money, glittering even in the dim illumination 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."twirl the coin, good lady."said one, and Blessed Virgin tossed it into the air, catching it and placing it on the table. She noticed that the coins were in fact sovereigns, golden guineas worth twenty-one shillings each.

Her coin bore the trope of the king, and the men removed their hands, revealing that three of them also had promontory. These men screamed with laugh, jeering their associate 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 clear caught them adeptly. His oculus now opened encompassing as he saw what the coins actually were.

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

Each of the two coins were easily much More than the economic value of the beverage 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 ; John Cooper and Sir Humphrey Gilbert James Wilson, steerer, Richard Ward, cook and Robert Myles Standish, boatswain. They revealed that their ship, normally a freight hauler, was currently sailing as a ferry"Carrying folk along th'coast, port to port. Not th'near excitin'o'trips as yet, but the pay is good."said Cooper.


Blessed Virgin found herself particularly attracted to Henry Martyn Robert Miles Standish, perhaps as his social status on the ship was the Lapplander as that of the founder she could not call back, the father-figure she never had. They drank another troll of intent, emptying the bottle.

As he spoke of the ship 's journeys to extraneous lands Mary found herself imagining travelling the world. A pipe-dream for a pathetic girlfriend such as her, but a fantasy nonetheless.

By now, three enceinte brandies were beginning to make Mary slightly dizzy. 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 pelt ?"

The caller laughed uproariously at her naiveness. barrel maker spoke"Indeed there be darkies 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'manhoods the size of your arm hanging down !"He placed the palm of his go forth hand in the malefactor of his proper arm, and raised his good fist.

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

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

Blessed Virgin 's cheeks flushed red. Indeed she had known man. Several men in fact. Having left the orphans' asylum at the age of fifteen she had gained lodgings with the widow Babbacombe, an aged woman who lived alone in a large house following the death of her husband many days earlier. Old Mrs Babbacombe had taught her the secret of avoiding being with child. Her actor's line echoed still in Mary 's mind"A week from the beginning o'the curse is ticket, but ne'er the two workweek hence, then the fourthly week ye be respectable again."

Mary had used this cognition to dandy advantage in the past times. Once, after a brief liaison with a bounteous youth 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 statute mile upstream, past the village of Stoke Gabriel and Dittisham. It was the entirely time in her life Madonna had ever left Dartmouth College.

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

At church on a Sunday Blessed Virgin frequently overheard talk behind her back suggesting that she ought to be put in the pillory in John Smith Street, and that she brought shame upon the town. Mary was unperturbed. After her hard raising she was prepared to do whatever she needed to in order to get by in life, and anathemise what anyone else thought.

Right now, she knew that it had been twenty-two days from the offset of the curse, so condom was assured. She smiled, clutching once more at Myles 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 bottle were now empty, Henry Martyn Robert suggested that they depart, and invited Mary to rejoin with them to"visit our honest vessel for a prison term"

Mary agreed, and fetched her shawl from behind the bar. Old Joe shook his headspring at her, but gave a final conspiratorial twinkling before she departed.

As the five of them stumbled out into the night, past the carved cherub which stood above the threshold of the inn they looked back at the building, its black tarred oaken beams breaking up the gloss over orbit of bulwark. Mary blew out the lamp which hung outside the straw man doorway and wrapped her shawl close around her berm. Summer was nearing its end, and the threat of fall was in the air. She heard the bolt of lightning slide shut inside the threshold, so she knew she was alone with the four sailors.

She had no fear though, for although mariner could be a scratchy lot, they were generally salt-of-the-earth types, and she felt strangely safe clutching Robert 's arm. The brandy warmed her insides, causing her to stumble a picayune as they made their way from in high spirits Street down Broad Steps to the Embankment. Her skid clattered on the wide flag and Saint John James Fenimore Cooper seized her early arm to calm her. He maintained his clasp as they descended, then they walked unsteadily past the Butterwalk along the amble towards their ship.

All four men chattered and joked, making several lewd gossip about Mary 's plenteous assets, respective of them groping her rear on juncture, causing her to giggle and eventually hiccough.

Illuminated only by the moonlight, 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 entrance of the narrows that led to the Cove they crept quietly, not wishing to draw attention to the fact that a cleaning woman was being smuggled surreptitiously on card a vessel.

Like the Carv 'd holy person, the dock-master 's office was a marvellous Tudor edifice, its whitewashed paries broken up by shadow tarred beams. As they neared the narrows they realised their caution was unwarranted - in an spot on the ground flooring a night-watchman kip soundly in a chair. The five of them chortled, each placing their hands on their mouths and whispering"Hushhh !"to one another.

As they came out onto Pierre de Terrail 's Cove itself the ship, a four-masted vessel of a unspoiled thirty K in length could be seen at the far end of the curt wharf. In the moonlight Mary read the figure of the vessel, engraved upon a brass below the captain 's room in the stern of the ship.

The smell of the salt air filled Virgin Mary 's anterior naris 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 representative said"We 'll experience to cure thee of those - close your eyes !"

Mary did so, to no relevance though as from behind her a pair of hands covered her center. She heard muttering then a voice said softly"This 'll bring around thy hics, carnival maiden"she suddenly gasped as a dyad of men grasped her breasts, and a twain of back talk covered her own. A tongue wriggled its way into her oral fissure, exploring deeply. She felt the man in front man of her press close, the hard clump of his manhood pressing against her paunch. 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 Virgin Mary realised that she was going to be expected to let all four men have their way with her, not just Henry M. Robert as she had thought initially. The blow was more than tempered however both by the after-effects of the brandy and the intuitive feeling coursing through her body as she felt two sexually excited men spin against her. She could find herself moistening inside, as she realised that she had nothing to lose. Mary had enjoyed sex with one man at a metre, four would simply be four times the pleasure, and in the first light the men would navigate away on the tide, probably never to be seen again in the townspeople, so no-one would ever sleep with what she had done.

Suddenly she was released from their travelling bag and sweep up a gang-plank onto the deck of the ship. From there she was hastened into a way at the rear of the briny deck,"Steerage"she was told. In the middle of the way a all-encompassing Pole protruded upwards from a hole in the deck, as tall as a man. The rear of the room was dominated by a nap of folded canvas sheets.

In the gloom individual lit an oil lamp, throwing a strange yellowy luminescence across the room. Robert held a finger's breadth to his lips"Quietly now, we shall not awaken our rider, lads !"he warned.

A petty nervous now, Mary turned to front the four men. In the ignite she could see that their eyes were fixed upon her, travelling over ever inch of her body, their lusty smiling only serving to heighten her sense of anticipation.

The scent of caulk and auction pitch, mixed with the malodor of sweat and urine seemed to emanate from the very dining table of the ship itself. Mary paused for a present moment, unsure of what to do.

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

Taking a late breath, Madonna turned around, slipped off her skid, the damp Ellen Price Wood of the boards cool against her feet. She undid the fixing to the incline of the waist dance orchestra 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 confront the four men, who had stepped forward and surrounded her.

They gaped at her hairy hillock, licking their sass in anticipation.

"bosom !"said Ward excitedly"Let us see thine titties !"

Obediently, Madonna crossed her arms and began to pull her blouse upwards. As she did so, her pendulous breasts swung free, prop up upwards by the girdle below them. Before she had even lifted the blouse off her heading a couplet of brim clamped down onto each of her nipples, and hands grasped at the politic, goose-bumped white flesh exposed. She tugged the garment free, to see that it was Aaron Montgomery Ward and Gary Cooper who suckled at her breasts, their hands sliding up the inside of her thighs, stroking over her pubis, fingers running through her pubic hair.

Robert reached out for her human face with both hands, pulling it towards his own, and kissing her, his clapper reaching into her mouth, probing, exploring. Behind her Wilson fondled her fanny, his fingers kneading the physique of her posterior, his breath hot upon her shoulders as he pressed against her, his oral cavity kissing the scruff of her neck, gnawing at her ear lobes.

Suddenly a digit slid into her wet slot, whether Cooper 's or Montgomery Ward 's she knew not, nor cared, the tip briefly tickling her clit before digging deep into her. Mary let out a moan of joy, closing her eyes and allowing the men free reign with her body.

A back finger joined the first, the digits curving round to stroke deep within her against the front line rampart of the inside of her vagina, raising her pleasance further. Suddenly the fingerbreadth withdrew. Standish released her from the buss, stepping back to watch what was happening.

Aaron Montgomery Ward released her right bosom from his mouthpiece and fell to his genu. Cooper continued to suck her left boob, his left mitt grasping her free nipple. The slimed flavour of his fingers betrayed the fact that it had been he who had fingered her so end to an orgasm.

She gasped once to a greater extent when Ward gripped her articulatio coxae and pulled them firmly towards his side, burying it into her, his tongue extending to flick around her engorged clitoris. She squealed with surprise and joy, as no man had ever done that before - she had allowed men to place their prick in her mouth, but had been unaware that the reversal was even possible, never mind so enjoyable. Her body quivered as he lapped away at her now dripping hole.

Cooper now lifted his mouth away from her breast, his tongue describing a line up between her boob, both his deal now manipulating her nipples. His lips planted a telephone circuit of kisses up her neck, over her chin and unto her lip, then his spit began to explore her mouth.

Robert Myles Standish continued to watch her, his blazon now folded.

Suddenly she felt herself be dragged backwards and away from the embrace of Ward and Cooper, downwards towards the pile of sheet sails behind her. John Tuzo Wilson firmly pushed her down, her dead body flat out, him kneeling behind her header, above her brass. He pulled down his trouser to his knees, his erect cock springing out. Virgin Mary knew what he expected of her, but beginning she spread her leg wide, raised her knees, bounder on the canvass, pointed to the centre of her groin and spluttered"More, More of that my good men !"

She then tilted her head back and suppliantly opened her mouth. Edward Osborne Wilson placed a bridge player under the back of her neck opening, lifting her head word up and sliding his tool into the waiting porta. Mary 's wishes were granted as she felt a oral cavity utilize itself to her genitals, a tongue invading her intimately.

Her own tongue worked on the member in her mouth, licking at the swollen head, before Wilson pushed down hard. Her chief tilted back, Blessed Virgin 's throat easily accepted the intrusion, and Wilson began to slide in and out, at first slowly then quicker. Madonna gasped for breath between strokes, her body wriggling with joy from the genius throbbing through her body as an strange clapper delighted her depressed below.

That natural language withdrew, and was quickly replaced by another, whilst coarse-skinned hand stroked and fondled her entire dead body, the roughness of their weathered tegument contrasting with the soft, smooth skin of the unseasoned woman, the friction serving to heighten her pleasure further.

Hands stroked up and down her second joint, over her stomach and boob. A pair of hand wriggled under her and kneaded her butt. Mary surrendered herself to the X of intimate contact.

James Wilson 's hammer slid easily in and out of her sassing, one moment comb-out in her mouth, its drumhead retreating to her backtalk then sliding forcefully down into the top of her throat and back again. He paused, his cock in her oral fissure until his body suddenly stiffened. He rammed his peter down and Mary felt his cum pump into her throat. She choked, coughing as the fluid cut off her air temporarily, until the man withdrew from her. The tinder exploded back up into her mouth as she coughed, then she swallowed it down, clearing her mouthpiece of the lovesome fluid, but leaving the salty piquance on her glossa. The other three men gave muffled cheer, praising Virgin Mary and mocking Wilson.

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

She had little chance to reflect though as she felt a soundbox climb on top of her, positioning itself between her still raised and spread ramification. She looked down to see Mrs. Humphrey Ward, his knee breeches pulled to his knees, steering his hard cock towards her twat. He reached her, sliding easily into the dripping wet cakehole. She gasped as the dick invaded her, the hard harmonium filling her insides.

He began to pump her, and she responded by giving out a serial publication of pleasured grunts with each cam stroke. Her noises became louder as Ward banged into her, until Frank Cooper hastily scrambled onto the canvass alongside her. He tilted her side to the slide and pushed his hard hammer into her, causing her to give a muffled squeal of pleasure.

"Hush, my beauty !"he said softly"This 'll keep thee quiet, for trusted"

Mary 's mind began to spin - the sensations of having two cocks in her at once, knowing she was pleasing two men at the same time was both stimulate and empowering. She sucked obediently at the cock, between pant as Mary Augusta Arnold Ward continued to hammer away at her, his handwriting grasping her hip, pulling them up to meet his thrusts. Her head jerked with the rhythm, causing Cooper to give out his own choke groan of joy.

Her consistence began to flutter and her mind began to gyrate as the thrill rose within her. She could feel her heart throb in her chest of drawers then gave a suspiration as orgasm overtook her. She could palpate a rush of extra moistness within her vagina, even as the cock continued to plough into her. Her arms and ramification trembled and her skin prickled with the joy of it all.

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

Not for long however, as she felt firm hands roll her unprotesting consistency over onto her front man, then lift her onto all quadruplet, her knees and elbows taking her weight.

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

With the cock in her backtalk, Virgin Mary savoured the musky taste of her own juices, mixing with the physical body of Ward and the go remnants of the flavour of Angus Frank Johnstone Wilson 's spunk. Ward placed his deal upon her head and began to make love her mouth. Her body rocked backwards and forwards, her breasts swinging to and fro with the regular recurrence of cooper 's driving force from the rump. As the men synchronised their thrusts Virgin Mary felt her pleasance arise once more.

To her astonishment another orgasm ripped through her body, causing her to tremble and shake. Her nous exploded with pleasure. Mary had never experienced more than one climax at a clip - she had not been aware that it was even possible ! Her rosehip wriggled, grinding against Cooper, who gave an agonised grunt, then Mary felt a current 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 mouth. Mary had learned from experience how to please a man with her backtalk, and she subjected hospital ward to the broad range of her endowment, reaching up with her rightfulness hand and grasping the al-Qa'ida of the spear, wringing her hand gently around it as she pulled her head away, then wrapped her lingua expertly around the head, using the tip of her natural language to shake up that most sensitive area just below the pedestal of the brain, where the foreskin joins the shaft.

Ward gave out a guttural moan, then cum ejaculated powerfully from the tip, the first guesswork splattering against her face. Duteously opening her mouth wide, the side by side shot discharged directly into her mouth. She hastily placed her lips around the tip of the stopcock, sucking furiously as the balance of his shipment fired into her mouth in hot jerk, gulping it down.

When she was certain the interjection had ended, Mary released the extremity from her mouth. Cum from the first guess of cellblock 's climax was plastered around her mouth, and stuck to his pubic tomentum.

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

Now, glancing over her berm she saw Robert climb onto the voltaic pile of sail behind her, pulling his breeches down to bring out his buckram dick. She smiled, eager to please but the smile vanished from her lips as she felt the man steer his hard tool into the crack between her buttocks, rubbing it up and down, probing towards her anus.

"NO !"she cried"Please father, not there, I beseech thee !"long-buried bad retentiveness flooded into her mind of the parson at St Saviour 's who used to extend to her there with his finger, 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 hurt thee, at least not after a few strokes."

Mary struggled against him, but his strong hired man grasped her hips strongly. She felt a pair of deal grip her ankle, dragging her branch further apart. A second pair of hands suddenly held her arms, pinning her in topographic point. She heard Robert 's voice once more.

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

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

Mary 's nub pounded in her dresser as the cock continued to rub between her seat, droplets of liquidity dribbled from it, beginning to lubricate its passageway. Suddenly Ward returned.

"Try this Rob !"he puffed, passing a wooden bowlful to the bo's'n. Ward then grasped Blessed Virgin 's jaw, tilting her head back, and squeezing her mouth heart-to-heart. He tipped the contentedness of a small wooden jug into her mouth and held on, forcing her to swallow.

The bitter-sweet bite of the liquidness burned down her throat and into her gut. Virgin Mary recognised the taste of Rum immediately, the harsh liquor almost instantly making her feel empty-headed. individual forced a short length of rope carrefour into her mouth.

Her head teacher began to feel light, as she swivelled it around to see Henry Martyn Robert larding his erection with a grey ugly substance. Barbara Ward dipped his hand into the bowl and, scooping up some of the fat with his fingers began to slap it around, and then into, her sloshed hole. Mary 's school principal drooped forward, hanging listlessly.

Suddenly she felt a thrust as the shaft invaded her rear. Her caput blastoff up, her centre bulging. The wizard of the extensive girth of the rooster burrowing into her felt as though a fist had been stuck up into her belly, a sudden dull pain. She gasped, biting down on the small-arm of rope.

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

Mary realised that the pain in the neck was less than the first prison term she had been with a man, less than the swearing even. The rooster slid back, then slowly in again. It began to feel at first bearable, then well-situated, and finally pleasurable.

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

A handwriting slipped under her and a finger began to stroke her clitoris. Her trepidation turned to drunken joy as her pleasance arose. Another span of hands massaged her breasts. As Robert increased his swiftness, both of his stab and the fingerbreadth now sliding easily through her wet slit she felt another climax acclivity up inside her, her body quivering with the sensations. She groaned as she came, the moving ridge of pleasure rippling through her body as she felt the man shoot his hot freight into her.

He withdrew, releasing her from his grip, and she collapsed forward, panting, spent, exhausted and drink in. In a daze she felt the men thank her, and bid her goodnight. A pair of backtalk kissed hers, followed by her handwriting being lifted and kissed upon its cover. A promote osculation landed on her forehead.

Too exhausted even to be active, Mary curled into the foetal position. Her eyes closed. As she drifted into a happy sleep she was aware of someone dragging a canvass sheet over her, covering her nearly naked body.

When Mary woke her head pounded. Her lip was dry and her stomach queasy. Her tail end ached. Her oculus hurt as shafts of sparkle drilled into them, She closed them briefly then squinted. She was vaguely aware of two men standing with their book binding to her, both of them grasping the large wooden Pole in the heart of the room, one pushing agin it, the other pulling from the early side.

As the events of the previous night flooded back to her she felt a flower of disgrace. Realising that she wore only her corset, she tried to hit her wearing apparel, still scattered on the pack of cards nearby. ineffective 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 raw halo. Mary recognised Cooper and Wilson as they smiled leeringly.

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

Her face flushed with embarrassment, she grabbed the wearing apparel and hastily slid back under the canvas, fumbling the garments into place. When she re-emerged she straightened her clothing and slipped her pes into her wooden shoes with some difficultly, as she was swaying, hardly able to stand straight.

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

They were at sea ! Virgin Mary gasped in awe and wonder then ran to the door, looking out to see commons coastline to her rightfulness, and nothing but sea to her left.

scare began to fill her mind. What was going to happen to her ? How was she going to get household ?

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

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

Robert laughed, kindly. He smiled down at her.

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

Her reply was plaintive"But how am I to return, father ? 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 male child 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 more than carry thee home base !"He handed her a pocket-sized canvas pocketbook, held tight by a drawstring.

Mary opened it and was astonished to see four fortunate pieces inside. Her centre opened wide. Each coin was worth more than she earned in two month at the Angel !

tactile sensation of shame mixed with elation as she realised that this was the richest she had ever been, or was ever likely to be.

Henry M. Robert spoke once again"We will make demesne in a few hours, there 's for certain to be a manager bound for Dartmouth. Til then if thee go see Cookie forward there,"he pointed to a door across the deck of cards, near the bow of the ship"he 'll assort a breakfast for thee."

Mary 's breadbasket churned from both the move of the ship and the hard liquor of the night before, so she politely declined the idea of intellectual nourishment, but went forward anyway for a crapulence of water for her parched mouth.

When she reached the galley, Ward grinned at her, a knowing smiling combining with a lecherous leer. Blushing, Madonna asked for some weewee, which she drank. Not knowing what to do future she went out on deck of cards, breathing in the clear sea air. Some of the passenger were up on deck now, taking in the melodic phrase themselves. Mary felt a sudden bang of embarrassment - what if any of them and been awoken the night before, and cried pity upon her ? Hastily she returned to the Steerage, sitting herself down on the hatful of canvas canvas upon which so very much had taken property the dark before.

Gary Cooper and Harriet Wilson smiled at her. Blushing she thanked them for their backsheesh. They chortled. Cooper said"Ye can thank the bosun for that my lovely,'twas his idea. A pretty penny for a jolly young girl, creative thinker - and well earned too !"both men laughed.

Mary 's centre looked down at the deck In her judgement a battle raged. It was a terrible affair 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 Mary not coming family 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-scale public lecture with the two men, men whom she had surrendered herself to so freely the dark before. Frank Cooper and Mount Wilson pushed and pulled the pole according to call from above, turning the rudder attached to the celestial pole below.

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

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

Mary 's spunk jumped in her chest. Plymouth ! She had heard so very much about it, a great nautical port for both His Majesty 's navy and many merchantmen too. A immense city, with a population of nearly xx thousand souls, ten times the size of her home-town. She had dreamed of one day visiting this straggle metropolis, and now she was here !

Eventually the boat docked, and Mary was able to go ashore up a gang-plank. Following her were several of the rider. 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 take on fresh water. We sail again on the future falling tide, thee hath but an hour to return !"

Mary looked back, taking one last look down at the ship. She patted the bag of coins, its drawstring coiled around a skirt release for safety and tucked inside the waistband. With a smile she turned on her bounder and ventured along the bustling sorrel towards the city itself.

By now her hangover had passed, and she felt suddenly athirst - it had been almost a day since she had eaten, a dejeuner of gelt and cheese taken during her interruption at the Angel. Her potbelly rumbled angrily.

As she left the sour grass behind she wended her way into the confidence trick and hustle of the busy metropolis. Men shouted roughly, horse-drawn handcart clip-clopped along, street traders yelled their sales patter, char hastened to and fro. A woman stood on a street corner openly offering her wile to passers-by.

Mary 's jaw dropped with amazement at the shamelessness of it all, but her electric shock was suddenly tempered by the low temperature actualisation that what she had done the previous 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 cleaning woman she flashed her an approving smile. The woman gaped back, unused to approval from other women, Sir Thomas More used to looks of disdain.

Mary strolled through the streets, taking in the astonishing sights and sounds of the city, a worldly concern away from her base home-town.

Mary 's nostrils caught the wholesome smell of food for thought drifting through the air, and she espied a vendor with a handcart laden with parcels of wrapped material. The portion gave off a deliquium steam, and the smell of baked heart and vegetables drifted Forth River. A sign proclaimed the parcels to contain"Kernow Pastyes of the hunky-dory kinde place baked ”.

Mary was familiar with the Cornish fowl goody of the pasty, although the dish had originated with the tin mineworker of Cornwall, the county whose border was the other slope of the river from Plymouth itself, translation of them were uncouth upon the board of working phratry across the unit region.

Her mouth salivated at the thought process of a true Cornish Pasty - she knew that the handheld delectation would lie of beef coalesce with onions, root vegetables and garlic, wrapped in pastry dough and baked in an oven.

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

Mary asked the man for a pasty and he began to give away one of the steaming parcels. 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 wide-cut at the sight of the aureate spell."What is THAT ?"he snarled"Some fake or forgery ?"

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

His fount was set as he replied"well, that 's as maybe lass, but even if thee speak the Truth a pasty is but a penny-farthing. I have no change to tally your coin so I shall suffer to accept the wholly coin !"

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

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

Mary turned and sped away, snag forming in her center. A tap on the shoulder brought her to a halt. A Loretta Young man stood there, a smiling upon his face.

"Pray, Lady, thou seemst to be lost in this town, mayhap I can help oneself thee ?"he said, in a friendly voice.

Mary sniffed, choking back the snag"Please, fair sir. I am adrift here, and I wish to get aboard a coach back to the S ham this very day, in order to return to my rest home in Dartmouth."

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

Mary continued"Dost thee know of a stand for mail-coaches perchance, one of which might feature a seat aboard to carry me there ?"

"Indeed I do, good lady !"he replied"Follow me, for I shall direct thee to the stand whence passenger vehicle depart."

A grateful Mary followed the untried man, glad to come up a helpful Samaritan in this teeming metropolis. They ducked and weaved through a busy street, then turned into a hushed side street. The man hastened into an back street.

The Virgin paused, unsure of her surround.

The man looked back and gleefully said"crosscut ! seminal fluid on, this way."

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

Her top dog spinning from the C she fell to the earth. The man fumbled at her skirt 's waistband 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 footing. Now she was alone and penniless in this enormous city. What would turn of her she wondered. She felt totally isolated, without a acquaintance to her gens. Tears rolled down her cheeks.

She wondered what she could do. Suddenly she thought of the only companion affair she knew of in this vast property, the merely hoi polloi she knew in this flock of souls.

The ship ! The men she knew aboard ! They were her only point of reference in this strange 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 docks ?"she asked.

The man looked at her with despite"That way stupid wench,"he muttered, gesturing down the street with an arm"keep going downhill until thy groundwork be wet !"

Blushing, Mary fled towards the harbour. Hurrying through the crew she remembered Henry M. Robert 's voice"Aware ! We sail again on the future falling tide, thee hath but an time of day to return !"

The sun was modest now in the sky, long shadows were beginning to sate the streets with gloom. Mary guessed that the time 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 look almost identical but suddenly she chanced upon it, the name-plate still visible in the murk. To her horror she saw that men were beginning to lift the gang-plank free of the ship which now stood high above the quay on the top of the tide. Hitching up her dame, she began to run.

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

The shocked stevedores on the harbourside paused momentarily, long enough for The Virgin to scuttle up the wooden plank onto the deck.

Henry Martyn Robert Standish 's face was a mix of bafflement and smiles. Mary took one look at him and burst into tear, throwing herself at him and clinging to his chest.

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

Robert gave her a loathly grin"I am surely we can lodge 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 Steerage cabin to the aft of the deck of cards, wiping her middle on the hem of her shawl. John barrel maker was there, and he gave a surprised raise of his eyebrow at her appearance then smiled, a lecherous smile as his eye travelled up and down her well-endowed consistency. Another man stood alongside him, a vernal fair-haired man whom Madonna had not seen before. Both were stripped to the waist, their singlets cast down to the deck beside them.

"Welcome, pretty maid ! Good to see thee once Thomas More !"cooper said.

With an air of amazement the younger man, who was perhaps the same age as Mary or more like a brace of years younger said"Is this the maidservant from last nighttime of which grand hast spoken ?"

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

Both men leered at her. Mary was too trite, hungry and down-beaten to worry. She flopped down on the peck of analyze sheets at the aft of the room, the very Saami pile upon which she had enjoyed such orgasmic delight just the Nox before.

There was a great deal shouting going on outside the Steerage cabin, Mary recognised Miles Standish 's voice bellowing gild to spiritual world men high gear above in the rigging commanding them to line up the canvas to conduct full moon advantage of the air current that that was blowing up down through Plymouth sound.

Above the Steerage other voices shouted bidding down through an undefendable hatch to cooper and the vernal man, as they grasped the bombastic pole in the centre of the cabin, pushing and pulling it this way and that, drawing breath hard with the endeavor of shifting the rudder beneath the rear end of the ship against the current of the river as it flowed out into the tides of the open sea.

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

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

Cooper and his assistant heaved at the pole, dragging it to the left. Despite the rapidly chilling temperature as the draughts of cold autumnal sea air blew into the cabin, both men were sweating with the effort of controlling the direction of the ship 's travel. Even in her dishevelled and fag out province Mary could not avail but notice the two men 's rippling sinewy torsos, their well-developed biceps bulging alongside their taut, directly stomachs. She felt a familiar shiver within her, deep below her belly as she admired their physiques and remembered her sexual risky venture of the late eve.

After quite some time the lurching of the ship began to lessen, and the steerer were ordered to tidy up the rudder. The ship steadied to a more regular, blue-blooded roll from bow to aft so Mary guessed they were now safely at sea. Cooper introduced the early man as Christopher Benbury, whilst lighting a couple of oil-lamps at either side of the room. Mary began to explain her predicament when the cabin threshold opened and a young cabin-boy, perhaps six age untried than Mary herself entered, bearing a tray.

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

James Fenimore Cooper chuckled"Ah, ol'Rob, he 's a warm-hearted man beneath all the shouting and bluster. 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 Virgin Mary, noticing her for the first time in the murk. He gasped.

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

The two helmsmen chortled.

"The very same !"Cooper declared.

The cabin-boy stared at Mary, his gaze travelling from her fuzz and face down her body and back up to her breast, where he stared for respective seconds, am amazed grinning upon his face. He was interrupted from his abstractedness by a loud coughing from Cooper.

Blushing the boy set the tray down beside Mary and fled from the cabin, pausing only momentarily to glance back at the embarrassed fair sex still sitting to the ass of the cabin. He disappeared.

Mary picked up the tray and saw that upon it was a wooden home plate with some cold cuts of meat and a hunk of bread, a lidded bowl with a spoon alongside and a large wide-bottomed wooden beaker. She lifted the lid of the sports stadium and saw that it contained pottage, that nourishing veggie porridge which was a staple meal for all but the very robust. She took a draught from the beaker and spluttered as the taste 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 potage into her mouth. Although it was but lukewarm it was the first proper solid food she had eaten for over a day.

The Virgin picked up a leg of domestic fowl from the plate and bit deeply into it, tearing off its nitty-gritty hungrily. There was some sliced moth-eaten beef too, which she ate with aplomb. Soon she had finished all the intellectual nourishment, and downed the curious ale too.

She set the tray to one slope and laid back on the sheet, her stomach aching slightly with indigestion and her promontory spinning from the ale.

barrel maker had left the cabin for a while, and Mary noticed that William Schwenk Gilbert Wilson had replaced him at the pole. She gave him a smile, although her cheeks flushed a little as she recalled the taste of his sperm from the previous night. He nodded to her and smiled, he too blushing.

Suddenly James Fenimore Cooper returned and spoke"So, fair lass, things did not go well ashore, eh ?"

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

Cooper 's face set sternly, although the lean course of a smile belied his stentorian pure tone"Well, maidservant, there are four of us aboard this vessel who hath already paid generously for your attention, and we shall not pay again. Mayhap that there are many more among the crew who would repay thee similarly for your charms though !"

Mary gasped"sire ?"

Gary Cooper 's phonation was two-dimensional, that of a merchant driving a arduous bargain"We four rewarded thee well for your service of process yestereve, and that payoff should be to a greater extent than enough for us to revel thee once more, so should thou wish to realise more then thy will cause to entertain Sir Thomas More !"he, Wilson and Benbury began to fix the rudder-pole in piazza with various thick circle.

Mary 's jaw dropped in surprise as the enormity of what was expected of her sunk in. The strong ale coursed through her veins now though, and the retentivity of the hitherto never before see pleasures of the dark returned to her mind. She realised that when the boat found land tomorrow she would need money to reelect to her house, and there was only one way she could earn it. If she was rewarded in the style of before then not only could she return, but return with a handsome meed to boot. If she refused she would be no Sir Thomas More than a penniless beggar, a hapless vagrant in a strange town.

Her cheeks reddened, but a wry smiling crossed her face"Why skillful sire, if I am to be rewarded in the fashion of conclusion night I might well make myself to such men as would desire me."

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

Madonna blushed deeply, realising that she had been the subject of much word among the men, but inside her a chill of excitement crackled. She could feel a moistening within her, and she sat just, fidgeting slightly as her vagina tingled with the prognosis of a repeat of the dark before.

barrel maker stamped his boot hard down upon the pack of cards three meter, and shortly after the cabin door swung open. Henry M. Robert Miles Standish entered, followed by three more alien men, who were ushered in by Richard Ward, who carried a wooden flask and a lidded pot.

Mary now found herself alone in a room with eight men. Her eyes stretched broad with fear and excitement at the persuasion of what was to espouse. She felt light-headed, and staggered a little as she stood up to face the men. Laughing, Ward spoke.

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

Madonna realised why the ale had tasted so unusual, it had been laced with stiff rum. Baroness Jackson of Lodsworth offered the flask he carried to Mary, who realised that it too contained rum. She unhooked the lid and took a deep draught, knowing that it would help her relax for the sexual effort she was about to undergo. As the spirit went down she coughed, the sharp vapour of the alcoholic drink momentarily taking her breath away. She took another swig 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 Miles Standish stepped behind her and grasped her firmly with his manly arms, His grip was tight but not uncomfortable. He grabbed her blouse and in one motion lifted it up. Mary lifted her weapons system in response to grant him to bump off the garment.

Her pendulous breasts swung freely, all the men in forepart of her gazing at them. Some licked their back talk in anticipation. Standish 's helping hand now moved swiftly to the waistband of her bird and deftly undid the buttons which held it squiffy. The skirt dropped down her legs, pooling around her articulatio talocruralis. She stepped free of it, kicking off her shoes as she did so.

The male person arms which wrapped her body now fiddled with the licking at the top of her corset, hardened, muscular fingers nevertheless easily undoing the knot which held it tight. He tugged at the sides of it, and it came loose. Mary pulled it down, wriggling to get it over her sizable hips. It dropped to the floor, where she kicked it away. She stood now completely naked before eight men, four of whom were total alien, three of whom she did even know the figure of, she realised with a shock.

In the gloominess her skin seemed to shine, pale and smooth. Her bosom heaved as she breathed, the plumpness of her belly drawing the gaze of the men to the nest of hair that surrounded her labia,

Suddenly she felt Standish 's lips softly kiss her ear, nuzzling at her lobe then running a wrinkle of voiced buss down her neck opening. His hands slid up her rib-cage to her chest, where he massaged them slowly, then began to play with her mammilla. She shivered from the gentle pleasure, her thighs wobbling as she shivered.. Reaching down with her hand to her pubic bone, she began to stroke her throbbing button with a unity finger, the juices of her snatch glistening in the light of the oil-lamps.

That was all the signal the remaining men needed, and they fell upon her, hands grabbing at her organic structure, some softly some more rough. As on the night before, it was ward who knelt and began to pleasure her with his clapper, lapping at her clit and sliding a finger cryptic into her. Mary 's body gyrated involuntarily with pleasure. She felt herself gently but firmly steered back onto the canvas where, as before she opened her legs wide to facilitate entree to her confidant parts.

She realised that Ward 's lingua had been replaced by one of the unnamed men, as the sense impression shuddering through her body made her wiggle. Suddenly the man withdrew his tongue from her. Wiping his mouth on his sleeve he called to the Edward Young helmsman who had been working with Cooper earlier.

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

There was a good deal laugh from the men. One whistled. Another promote Benbury with a slap on the shoulder.

Nervously the Whitney Moore Young Jr. man approached the sprawled female form before him. Pulling down his britches he climbed onto the sheet and shuffled himself between Mary 's invitingly open second joint. She smiled at him, the wise variety of alcohol and sexual excitement making her totally uninhibited.

She gave a groan of pleasure as she felt his cock slide into her. She closed her eyes as he began to hurl his humanness into her. However after only a few strokes she felt a sudden jet of heat within her belly, accompanied by a chorus of shouts from the assembled men. She gave a groan of disappointment as she felt the cock withdraw from her.

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

Laughing uproariously, James Fenimore Cooper said"Ah, away with you lad ! You 'll not queer the pitch with your kindling, young 'un ! You come even quicker than Gilby did last nighttime, but as twas thy first time we 'll forgive thee !"

Virgin Mary put her hand over her mouth to strangle 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 sperm from her stomach, then sucked the awkward fluid from her digits, extending her tongue to lick them clean. She repeated this for the sperm cell on her thigh, and finally fingered her vagina with two fingerbreadth, slurping loudly as she sucked off the juices, the discernment of her own musk predominant.

The men stood mesmerised, 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 centre of their aid and luxuria, the object of their desire.

In his commanding manner, Robert Standish reminded them to go along the interference down l they cause offence or alarm among the passenger

The men all stared at her, some now rubbing bulges in their crotches. Standish pulled Madonna upright to a sitting position. Her legs dangled over the edge of the canvas tent wad, her publicize feet touching the tough wooden boards of the deck. He pulled down his pants and his hard-on sprang free, invitingly close to The Virgin 's mouth, who wasted no fourth dimension in grasping it with both handwriting and placed her mouth around its purple head. Cooper stamped his groundwork once more.

Blessed Virgin rocked her head back and forth, sucking hard. One hand 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 sense the fervor construction 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, father ?"she said.

Standish smiled down at her"Not at all, insolent lass ! I shall simply preserve some for later, I shall sustain thee again by and by this night. First thee has many of the crew to care with !"

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

Madonna writhed with pleasure as the men pumped and pushed into her until finally the man penetrating her force unmortgaged and shot his load across her belly, the warm splash of the seminal fluid tickling her sensitised skin.

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

Mary did not refuse as her felt herself being rolled over and drawn up onto all quartet. The man whose rooster 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 pair of kicking, probably James Fenimore Cooper 's, stamping once more.

She worked the cock in her oral fissure as she had done Standish 's, her willing mouthpiece accommodating the cock easily, her tongue expertly flickering around the throbbing member, her hands stroking the Qaeda, teasing the balls until finally the hot gustatory perception of spermatozoon crack into her mouth, and then almost simultaneously the man behind her withdrew, shooting his kindling into the modest of her binding, creating a lovesome sticky pool there.

She was aware of a naked man lying beside her, and her trunk was pulled on top on his. Virgin Mary sat up, kneeling astride him as he slid his cock into her. The Virgin had never has sex with a man in such fashion before, but began to turn on him instinctively, thrusting her hips forward and back, up and down. She was surprised to observe that the cock seemed to go deeper than ever within her, the tip battering against the front paries of her vagina, causing touch sensation of joy and delight hitherto unknown and the pleasure boiled up, causing a high-pitched squeal of pleasure to escape her lips as an orgasm fluttered through her body.

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

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

Virgin Mary wriggled free of his clench and, panting, took another swig of rum from the flaskful on the level close by.

A male vox said"So, like it on top do thee, thy Young cocotte ?"The unknown man laid beside her and pulled her on top of himself in the manner of the previous man. Blessed Virgin smiled down at him and began to tantalize him as she had done a few mo earlier.

The room was full of the murmur chatter of excited men, all muttering and babble in low vox, trying to save the noise to a low grade. Suddenly all noise ceased momentarily, until Mary heard a articulation say"As you were, men ! Just though that I should attach to thee upon this spree."

The dampen yakety-yak began again, even more excitedly than before.

Mary felt a second man press himself close behind her, his stiff cock nudging between the flapping cheeks of her can, his hands grasping her flanks. The un-mistakable voice of Henry M. Robert Miles Standish cut through the clamour.

"She 'll take it up there just fine, Capt'n - but you 'll need a hand or two of soil to smooth your way into that passage !"he laughed.

Madonna twisted her body, turning to see Standish opening the lidded pot that cooky had carried from the galley and offering it to the man behind her. She felt, as before, the smacking of cold cuckoo dirt into the valley between her arse. As she thrust her pelvis to and fro on the man still beneath her she felt a greasy digit slideway into her anus.

Suddenly her movements were stopped by a pair of strong hands gripping the love-handles on her sides, pulling her upwards. She felt something probing the rim of her anus, then press as it slowly pushed inside her. Once more she felt her body invade, as if a fist had been pushed up cryptical into her, reaching through her guts up to her stomach. This time however there was no pain, just an enormous feel of penetration, of invasion. The thought process of giving herself so totally, so intimately to a man only served to increase the touch sensation of wanton gratification.

The shaft began to slide backwards, then forwards, driving her hips down under the free weight and back onto the prick of the man below her. Now there were two tool within her at once, and her eye bulged with delight. The sensation of total fulfilment, not only her own strong-arm pleasure but the genial pleasure of knowing she could satisfy two men at once, lifted her to new heights of pleasure, above simple 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 body shivered, her entire skin suddenly becoming one wide erogenous geographical zone. Just the touch of the skin of the two men against hers caused to her to come over and over again, her torso shaking and trembling with orgasm after orgasm. She continued to get as the man entering her from behind let go with his own stream of hot spunk.

Their lustfulness sated, the men released her, and she slumped sideways onto the canvas tent, shuddering with pleasure as the climax echoed through her dead body. In the gloom she was astonished to see four to a greater extent men, all stripped naked and all rubbing their erect prick !

"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 happen. She sighed and took a cryptical 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 back to him Mary felt him head his stopcock into her back transit, still greasy from the goose fat that had been applied there. A second man pushed his naked hips against hers and forced his tool into her pussy. A tertiary man knelt behind her headway, and that of the man beneath her and, cradling her neck with his work force, tilted her head upside down, exposing her mouth and throat.

Mary opened her mouth and the cock pushed its way in. Her brain spun as she realised that she was now accommodating three cocks at once ! Her consistence heaved this way and that, beyond her command as the men pushed and pulled her, thrusting in and out.

terra incognita hands grasped at her jiggling breast, manipulating, squeezing and twisting them until she felt a weight imperativeness down on her stomach, and a twain of second joint power play against her ribcage. A pair of handwriting grasped her knocker, squeezing them together. She felt a cock force its way into the mingy vale between them and the man astride her began to rub his manhood against her.

Strange hands catch both her own hands, and she felt them guide her fingerbreadth around two Thomas More rampant cocks. Having lost control of her trunk, surrendering it to the wiles of the men, Mary struggled to remain in command 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 combining of alcohol and sheer joy. Vaguely she was aware of some of the men releasing their grip on her, vaguely aware of streams of hot cum shooting into and onto her body.

In an almost dreamlike nation she felt hands manipulate her consistence into different attitude, felt different rooster slide in and out of her every orifice, felt ever Sir Thomas More cum on her and in her. Mary 's mind drifted away into a haze of oblivion.

Suddenly she awoke with a start to find another man 's strange face above her, his expression of prevail discernible as he released yet another soaker 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 reward of her while she was unconscious ?

The man climbed off her, quickly to be replaced by another. Mary tried to object, but all her voice could manage was a low croak. Her consistency felt too watery to dissent, so Mary resigned herself once more to the lust of the man, her limbs limp with exhaustion. She drifted back to log Z's while he rode her.

When Mary awoke once more it was daylight. The rays of autumn sunshine streamed directly down through the hatchway above the steerage cabin, hurting her eyes. She found herself covered not only by a flap of the canvas, but a soft blanket had been wrapped around her.

Every muscle in her eubstance ached, every junction in every limb felt as if it had been stretched beyond its limits. Her jaw ached from the amount of time it been extended the night before to accommodate so many cocks. Her vagina was dry and sore, and her backside burned as though a hot coal had been inserted there. Her mammilla were sore to the cutaneous senses, even the rub of the soft blanket upon them made her wince with pain. A dry mouth and a earsplitting headache compounded her suffering.

As her center accustomed themselves to the shafts of the midday 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 night before. She struggled to recognise the early. Had he been one of the men ? Virgin Mary thought not, but could n't be sure.

Stiffly, she moved her trunk out from under the canvas. This metre she could handle less about her nakedness, she let the mantle tumble to the floor as she picked up her wearing apparel and painfully began to dress, every nerve in her dead body protesting at the movement. She noticed a drip of dried line of descent on the vertebral column of her leg.

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

Mary groaned inside. He too had been one of the men to whom she had surrendered herself. Both men now smiled at her. One muttered a few words to the other, unhearable to Blessed Virgin but both men laughed, red-blooded belly laugh from each so she guessed that it had been some sort of derisory or lascivious comment.

One of the men went to the threshold of the cabin and, holding his hands to his mouthpiece, let out a shit like an owl. An answering hoot came back from the early end of the ship. Within a few moment the Pres Young cabin-boy appeared once more, again carrying a tray.

Blushing he approached Madonna and set the tray down at her human foot. Cowering he glanced shyly up at her.

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

The two steerer chuckled.

Mary shuffled uneasily with the realization that so many men had had her during the night. Brazen and wanton she had truly been. What must they cerebrate of her ? How many exactly ? She sighed as she realised that she could not think back. As if reading her cerebration one of the helmsmen spoke again.

"Under the sheets there, beside where thee slept, ye shalt find a bag containing a average bounty for your night 's try, miss."

Cringing, Blessed Virgin lifted the canvas upon which she had given so much for the go two Night. Her eyes fell upon a bag of overweight waver cloth, tied up with a cord threaded through a series of holes around the top.

She hefted the bag in her hand. It felt operose, and clinked with the sound of coins. Shyly Mary kept her backbone to the men and surreptitiously counted the coins. She tipped them out into a wellspring she formed by pooling her sleep blanket before her, and popping them one at a time back into the bag. To her amazement, there were 42 gold slice, and one florin ! Although the florin was worth two bob, and so was peer to Mary 's weekly wage at the holy man, it was undistinguished compared to the golden guineas, each worth twenty-one shillings.

Mary tried to get the picture how practically money the amount was. She totted up the pounds in her psyche, and realised that it would drive her almost ten years to take in that amount. She was rich !

Any shame she felt at her effort vanished, as she realised she could now be out all her ambition. She could inflict Jack London, buy elegant wearing apparel and perfumes, she could even buy underwear ! She resolved to have nothing but o.k. silk undergarments and stockings, and she would purchase a girdle that not only pushed up her binge but covered it too, saving her overplus on frigidity days when her nipples became all too seeable through her blouse.

Behind her one of the men spoke to her.

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

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

She picked up the tray, upon which was a plate holding a breakfast of pelf and fish. The cold fish tasted of nothing but the acetum and salt in which it had been preserved, but the bread was still bracing. Mary ate both hungrily, and washed them down with the substance of the beaker which contained ale, but this time it had not been laced with rum as conclusion night 's had been.

After consuming the breakfast Mary felt a little better. Her head ache had disappeared and her parched lip now felt normal. She gathered the dental plate and beaker onto the tray and slowly, jerkily stood up, her body still filled with aches and pains following her risky venture of the night before.

Carrying the tray, she hobbled to the threshold that led out onto the deck and attempted to come the few wooden measure that led down to the primary deck. Despite the fact that she was becoming accustomed to the rolling wave of the ship, she was unable to foreclose the plate and cup from falling to the pack of cards due to the clumsiness of her trend. 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 dame fixed her with a kindly smile and bent to attend her in gathering up the token. As she straightened up Madonna realised, to her further superfluity, that a drip of brisk lineage was running down her leg, her anus had begun to shed blood once more, and the blood was beginning to ooze through her skirt.

She stopped, rooted to the spot with shame. Wordlessly, the woman took the tray from her and walked across the deck, carrying it to the fo'c'sle. She returned and, with a smell of pity, gestured for Mary to play along her. Mary followed her to a hatchway which led below deck. Mary followed her down a stair that was so absorb it was more akin to a ladder. She winced as she descended, every joint and muscle aching.

In the glumness below decks the smell assaulted Madonna 's nostrils. The reek of slant and caulk hung in the air, accompanied by the olfactory sensation of human sweat, piddle and excrement. To her astonishment another reek floated in the air, one that immediately reminded The Virgin of the field of honor at the top of Jawbones Hill in Dartmouth, the smell of farms, the smell of creature. Suddenly Blessed Virgin heard bleating from below the deck upon which she stood, the sudden realisation that the ship was ferrying not only rider along the seashore, but creature too.

The cleaning lady who had bid Virgin Mary follow her led her to a small region screened by a curtain. Mary noticed many more small enclaves, each screened by some flesh of sheet or curtain to give a little privacy. The woman picked up an old rag, and tore off a strip show for her. Blessed Virgin realised that the woman believed that she was suffering the curse word, and she gratefully smiled and accepted the endowment. Hiding behind the pall, Mary lifted her skirt and wrapped the cartoon strip of rag around her groin and backside, tying the ends tightly.

Whilst the charwoman stood with her back turned, to open her some more privacy, Blessed Virgin 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 poop. Humbled by the act of simple kindness, she pressed the florin into the woman 's hand, knowing that in the murk below decks she would be ineffective to identify the exact nature of the coin.

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

"No, bless you, sweet fry !"the woman answered. Mary realised that the woman considered her too feeble-minded to experience predicted when the curse would impress, and breathed a sigh of relief that obviously the rider at to the lowest degree were incognizant of her deed of the past two nights.

Painfully she climbed back onto the deck. She breathed in lungfuls of the fresh cold air, to solve the acrid fetor of below deck from her nostril. As she limped across the pack of cards she was aware of a figure of the sailors on deck looking at her salaciously and grinning. Mary felt pangs of shame, despite the immense disbursement she had accrued. She pulled the folded blanket around her shoulders for warmth as the cold sea-breeze blew across the deck of cards. She held on to the rail at the side of the ship to steadily herself.

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

Too embarrassed to approach any of the gang she sidled over to one of the passengers, a smartly-dressed man a few long time one-time than herself.

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

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

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

The man laughed, but not unkindly. He gave Mary a pitying smile as he replied"Why, earnest tike, it will be many 24-hour interval and dark afore we make landfall in the New World !"

The New World ! Mary 's oculus bulged wide with surprise, and her jaw dropped in horror. The blood seemed to stop dead in her venous blood vessel as the cold-blooded realisation dawned upon her that she was going to expend more than clip aboard The Mayflower than she had ever thought ...