Author 's eminence : This is a story, and the author is aware that it is not 100 % historically accurate, although exploit have been made to ensure some grade of realism. It is a work of fable, however, and intended to be no More than that.



Blessed Virgin 's Unexpected Journey

"MORE ALE, skirt, More ALE !"the man cried, slamming his abandon tankard on the wooden table, causing the flame from the candle in the substance to flicker. He and his three associate guffawed loudly and joined in a chorus of shouts for Sir Thomas More, laughing, stamping their understructure on the flagstones and banging their own tankards.

With a benign smile, Mary filled two mound 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 tabular array at the far side of the room.
Although they were getting a bit raucous that was aught unexpected - many sailors visited the port of Dartmouth, its deep-water tidal estuary and high up valley incline were the everlasting protection for all sizes of ships. These men were no exception, hardened seamen each and, distinctive of sailors ashore, drinking heavily.

However, they had good humor, and tipped well. Mary was proud of to dish them, as she was most matelows, as her weekly wage of two Somalian shilling was paltry. Tips from wealthy customer could sometimes add several farthings to her pay.
The Virgin had learned that if she wore the top of her blouse pulled low, and strapped her corset tightly, that men loved to calculate down the valley formed by the gap between her generous embrace. Such men as those were inclined to tip More, and Sir Thomas More often.

Blessed Virgin was glad of her underbust corset, the only item of undergarments that she possessed. It held in her round off pot, and pushed up her breasts, giving her close to the figure she longed for, like the daguerreotypes of rich and regal ladies from John Griffith Chaney which hung in the antechamber of the town hall.

How Mary wished that one day she might visit Greater London, its glamour and mystique seemed a spirit removed from that of a pathetic orphan girl in a pocket-size Devon town. Perhaps she might even go to a theatre of operations to watch a play by the man they called The Bard, who had died just a few class earlier.

At twenty, Virgin Mary was as old as the century itself. Her founding father, a royal Navy bosun, had died at sea when she was aged two, in a encounter with a vessel of the Spanish navy, and her mother had succumbed to smallpox four years later.

Her upbringing in the Orphanage of Saint Deliverer 's had been austere and bleak, gruelling physical work and harsh treatment. Memories of being awoken early on chilly overwinter mornings, washing in inhuman water, dressing in the nighttime then walking across to the adjacent Christian church of nonesuch Saviour 's in rescript to clean and round the ornate ironwork door, or dusting the interiors and seeing to the rood-tree screen within came back to her mind.

The Virgin was slightly less unfortunate than some of the other youngster as an talent, a bequest of her Church Father 's death in the service of the Billie Jean King, ensured that she received more substantial meals than otherwise, although she often gave some of her food away to other children who remained hungry even after the daily supper of vegetable broth and bread.

Beatings with a stick or rap were not rare, for female child as well as male child, although Mary often escaped punishment due to her content for hard grafting and an aptitude for school lesson, a determination to one day get by her poverty driving her on.
She had proved an able and eager pupil in the classroom, learning her routine by the age of nine, and her letters by thirteen.

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

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

"Arr, I do stay fresh thinking of peaches for some reason !"said another.

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

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

The men had already tipped her a penny each, a day 's salary for a Edward Young barmaid, and she well knew that muckle of flirting would earn her more besides.

Most of the early client had slipped quietly into the dark of a Saturday nighttime, the locals only too aware that bibulous seamen were best avoided, and although these were private merchantmen rather than royal navy sailors they could still cause trouble later.

Old Joe, who ran the inn looked over from his position behind the bar and rolled his eyes. Outwardly he tried to touch on an air of disapproval of his barmaid 's flirt but he knew that it was good for business, and usually prevented drunken mariners from causing damage in the bar.

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

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

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

Joe took a key from the pocket of his britches, opened a wooden locker on the rear of the bar, and removed a bottle of pomace brandy. Pouring the clear liquidity into four trash he placed them upon a tray. Madonna carried the tray to the table and set the glasses before the men. One called out to the innkeeper.

"Landlord ! Another glass, if thee will !"

Affecting an air of puzzlement, Joe poured another measure and placed it on the bar. Madonna took it to the tabular array and set it down, but the men clamoured for her to wassail it herself.

She glanced at Joe, who gave a understood nod. It was nearing the end of the night, and if the men were prepared to spend even more money on expensive heart in order of magnitude to give them away then that was fine with him.

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

The men guffawed once More, clapping loudly. One said"Arr, a young girl such as thee, I daresay ye could ne'er treat inviolable boozing, eh ?"challenging her to take in the drink.

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

hubbub followed from the four men, sunshine and catcalls rang out, and they capered in their seats like tether dancing bears.

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

Joe brought over the bottle and refilled the glasses, giving Mary a disapproving frown. Mary winked at him. He rolled his optic once more, but gave Madonna a pernicious answering wink.

"Leave the bottle, landlord."said one of the men."And pray, let this young maid sit and guide potable with us as a reinforcement for her hard travails this eve ?"He motioned for Madonna to draw up a wooden prat and get together them. Blushing slightly, Mary obeyed. It was a relief to sit down, having spent many hours on her feet whilst she worked, the surd wooden shoes making her feet ache, 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 troupe nodded, each fumbling in their pockets and producing canvas pocket. They all opened them, revealing a natural selection of favorable doubloons in each. Mary 's eyes opened wide at the money, glittering even in the dim light of the inn.

One of the men passed a coin to Madonna, then they each slammed a coin down on the table, keeping it covered with their hand."Spin 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 sovereign, gilded Guinea Charles Frederick Worth XXI shillings each.

Her coin bore the image of the king, and the men removed their hands, revealing that three of them also had straits. These men screamed with laughter, jeering their fellow 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 faint caught them adeptly. His middle now opened wide as he saw what the coins actually were.

"That should cover 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 header 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 Gilbert Charles Thomson Rees Wilson, helmsmen, Richard Ward, Cook and Henry M. Robert Standish, boatswain. They revealed that their ship, normally a cargo hauler, was currently sailing as a ferry"Carrying folk along th'coast, port wine to port. Not th'to the highest degree excitin'o'stumble as yet, but the pay is good."said Cooper.


Mary found herself particularly attracted to Henry Martyn Robert Standish, perhaps as his rank on the ship was the same as that of the Padre she could not remember, the father-figure she never had. They drank another round of flavour, emptying the bottle.

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

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

Somewhat drunkenly she suddenly asked"Are there really men with black cutis ?"

The company laughed uproariously at her naiveness. Cooper spoke"Indeed there be darkie in far-off landed estate, we 've seen them !"he chuckled"They wear no clothes, fair sex as w 'll as men - and the men all ha'manhoods the size of your arm hanging down !"He placed the palm of his get out deal in the crook of his right hand arm, and raised his aright fist.

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

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

Blessed Virgin 's boldness flushed red. Indeed she had known man. various men in fact. Having left the orphanage at the age of fifteen she had gained lodging with the widow woman Babbacombe, an aged woman who lived alone in a big house following the death of her husband many yr earlier. Old Mrs Babbacombe had taught her the secret of avoiding being with child. Her words echoed still in The Virgin 's thinker"A week from the beginning o'the curse is mulct, but ne'er the two week hence, then the quartern calendar week ye be just again."

Mary had used this knowledge to great reward in the past. Once, after a brief amour with a well-favoured young boatman who worked on the riverboats she had been given passage up the river for a day out in the market place town of Totnes, ten miles upstream, past the Village of Stoke Gabriel and Dittisham. It was the only time in her life-time Madonna had ever left Dartmouth.

Her willingness to accompany a man to his bed chamber had gained her several ally among the local anesthetic menfolk, although many of the township 's womenfolk and clergy were to a lesser extent pleased.

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

Right now, she knew that it had been twenty-two days from the offset of the curse word, so safety device was assured. She smiled, clutching once More at Miles Standish 's arm."Mayhap I hath known of man. Mayhap I may bonk 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 abandon, Robert suggested that they depart, and invited The Virgin to regress with them to"visit our fairish vessel for a prison term"

Mary agreed, and fetched her shawl from behind the bar. Old Joe shook his head at her, but gave a terminal 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 construction, its melanise tarred oaken shaft breaking up the whitewashed areas of wall. Madonna blew out the lamp which hung outside the front threshold and wrapped her shawl tight around her shoulders. summertime was nearing its end, and the scourge of autumn was in the air. She heard the deadbolt slide shut inside the threshold, so she knew she was alone with the four sailors.

She had no awe though, for although mariner 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 inside, causing her to stumble a picayune as they made their way from gamey Street down Broad Steps to the Embankment. Her shoes clattered on the encompassing flagstone and John the Evangelist Frank Cooper seized her former arm to stabilize her. He maintained his traction as they descended, then they walked unsteadily past the Butterwalk along the promenade towards their ship.

All four men chattered and joked, making various lascivious comments about Mary 's ample asset, respective of them groping her rear on occasions, causing her to giggle and eventually hiccough.

Illuminated only by the moonshine, the five made their way towards the wharf of Bayard 's Cove at the far end of the embankment. As they approached the dock-master's office at the entree of the narrows that led to the Cove they crept quietly, not wishing to draw attention to the fact that a woman was being smuggled surreptitiously on board a vessel.

Like the Carv 'd holy man, the dock-master 's government agency was a tall Tudor edifice, its whitewashed rampart broken up by darkness tarred beams. As they neared the narrows they realised their carefulness was unwarranted - in an power on the basis storey a night-watchman catch some Z's soundly in a chair. The five of them chortled, each placing their hands on their mouth and whispering"Hushhh !"to one another.

As they came out onto Bayard 's Cove itself the ship, a four-masted watercraft of a good thirty yard in duration could be seen at the far end of the short wharf. In the moonlight Mary read the name of the watercraft, engraved upon a plaque below the police captain 's room in the tail of the ship.

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

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

Mary did so, to no relevance though as from behind her a pair of deal covered her eyes. She heard muttering then a voice said softly"This 'll cure thy hics, carnival maiden over"she suddenly gasped as a pair of hands grasped her boob, and a pair of backtalk covered her own. A tongue wriggled its way into her mouthpiece, exploring deeply. She felt the man in straw man of her press close, the voiceless lout of his manhood pressing against her paunch. Behind her the man holding her centre also pressed close, rubbing his pelvis against her hindquarters. He too had a voiceless lump, pressed against her behind.

With a sudden commencement Mary 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 more than tempered however both by the after-effects of the brandy and the spirit coursing through her trunk as she felt two sexually excited men gyrate against her. She could sense herself moistening inside, as she realised that she had nothing to lose. Mary had enjoyed sex with one man at a clip, four would simply be four times the joy, and in the sunup the men would navigate away on the tide, probably never to be seen again in the townsfolk, so no-one would ever have it off what she had done.

Suddenly she was released from their grip and brush up a gang-plank onto the deck of the ship. From there she was hastened into a room at the rear of the chief deck,"Steerage"she was told. In the centre of the room a all-inclusive pole protruded upwards from a hole in the deck, as marvellous as a man. The bottom of the room was dominated by a pile of close down canvas sheets.

In the glumness somebody lit an oil lamp, throwing a strange yellowy glow across the room. Henry M. Robert held a finger to his sass"Quietly now, we shall not come alive our passengers, lads !"he warned.

A little nervous now, Mary turned to face the four men. In the unhorse she could see that their eyes were fixed upon her, travelling over ever inch of her body, their hearty smiles only serving to heighten her common sense of anticipation.

The smell of caulk and pitch, commingle with the reek of stew and urine seemed to emanate from the very add-in of the ship itself. Mary paused for a here and now, unsure of what to do.

Suddenly James Fenimore Cooper spoke"fountainhead come on then, let us see it !"

Taking a deep breath, Madonna turned around, slipped off her shoes, the damp wood of the boards cool against her feet. She undid the fixing to the side of the shank band of her skirt, and let it strike to the storey, exposing her bare flanks and arse. She stepped out of the skirt and turned back to face up the four men, who had stepped forward and surrounded her.

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

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

Obediently, Blessed Virgin crossed her blazon and began to overstretch her blouse upwards. As she did so, her nodding breasts swung free, shore up upwards by the girdle below them. Before she had even lifted the blouse off her chief a pair of lips clamped down onto each of her teat, and handwriting grasped at the smooth, goose-bumped white bod exposed. She tugged the garment detached, to see that it was Ward and James Fenimore Cooper who suckled at her tit, their hands sliding up the inside of her thighs, stroking over her os 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 spit reaching into her lip, probing, exploring. Behind her Thomas Woodrow Wilson fondled her buttocks, his digit kneading the pulp of her buttocks, his breath hot upon her shoulders as he pressed against her, his mouth kissing the scruff of her cervix, gnawing at her ear lobes.

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

A second digit joined the first, the digits curving bout to stroke deep within her against the battlefront wall of the inside of her vagina, raising her pleasure further. Suddenly the fingers withdrew. Standish released her from the osculation, stepping back to watch what was happening.

ward released her right breast from his mouth and fell to his knees. Cooper continued to suck her impart breast, his get out hand grasping her discharge nipple. The slimy feel of his fingers betrayed the fact that it had been he who had fingered her so finish to an orgasm.

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

Cooper now lifted his mouth away from her breast, his tongue describing a stemma up between her breasts, both his hands now manipulating her nipples. His mouth planted a course of kiss up her cervix, over her chin and unto her lips, then his tongue began to explore her mouth.

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

Suddenly she felt herself be dragged backwards and away from the bosom of Barbara Ward and Cooper, downwards towards the lot of canvas sheet behind her. President Wilson firmly pushed her down, her eubstance savourless out, him kneeling behind her capitulum, above her face. He pulled down his pant to his human knee, his raise shaft springing out. Mary knew what he expected of her, but first she spread her legs wide, raised her knees, heels on the sail, pointed to the substance of her groin and spluttered"More, more of that my honest men !"

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

Her own tongue worked on the penis in her mouth, licking at the tumesce head, before Wilson pushed down hard. Her read/write head tilted back, Mary 's pharynx easily accepted the usurpation, and Wilson began to slide in and out, at first slowly then quicker. Blessed Virgin gasped for breather between strokes, her trunk wriggling with pleasance from the sense experience throbbing through her body as an unknown tongue delighted her down below.

That knife withdrew, and was quickly replaced by another, whilst coarse-skinned hands stroked and fondled her entire body, the roughness of their endure peel contrasting with the easy, smooth skin of the young adult female, the friction serving to rise her pleasure further.

Hands stroked up and down her thighs, over her stomach and breasts. A pair of hands wriggled under her and kneaded her hind end. Mary surrendered herself to the ecstasy of intimate contact.

John Tuzo Wilson 's cock slid easily in and out of her backtalk, one moment tantalization in her rima oris, its head retreating to her lips then sliding forcefully down into the top of her pharynx and back again. He paused, his cock in her mouth until his body suddenly stiffened. He rammed his cock 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 kindling exploded back up into her oral fissure as she coughed, then she swallowed it down, clearing her mouth of the strong fluid, but leaving the salty tang on her tongue. The former three men gave muffled cheers, praising Madonna and mocking Wilson.

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

She had small chance to reflect though as she felt a eubstance acclivity on top of her, positioning itself between her still raised and spread wooden leg. She looked down to see Mary Augusta Arnold Ward, his breeches pulled to his knees, steering his voiceless turncock towards her slit. He reached her, sliding easily into the dripping wet hole. She gasped as the tool invaded her, the hard reed organ filling her insides.

He began to pump her, and she responded by giving out a serial publication of pleasured oink with each stroke. Her noises became louder as Ward banged into her, until Cooper hastily scrambled onto the canvas alongside her. He tilted her slope to the slideway and pushed his hard cock into her, causing her to give a muffled squeal of pleasure.

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

Virgin Mary 's mind began to reel - the genius of having two turncock in her at once, knowing she was pleasing two men at the same time was both exciting and empowering. She sucked obediently at the rooster, between pant as ward continued to hammer away at her, his hands grasping her hips, pulling them up to cope with his poke. Her headland jerked with the musical rhythm, causing Cooper to generate out his own strangle groan of joy.

Her soundbox began to quiver and her mind began to gyrate as the flush rose within her. She could feel her nitty-gritty throb in her breast then gave a sigh as coming overtook her. She could sense a rushing of extra moistness within her vagina, even as the stopcock continued to plough into her. Her arm 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 other, then she groaned as the cock pulled out of her.

Not for long however, as she felt inviolable work force roll her unprotesting consistency over onto her straw man, then lift her onto all quaternary, her knee joint and elbows taking her weight.

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

With the dick in her lip, Madonna savoured the musky taste perception of her own succus, mixing with the human body of Montgomery Ward and the live on remnants of the flavour of President Wilson 's punk. Ward placed his manus upon her brain and began to fuck her rima oris. Her torso rocked backwards and forwards, her knocker swinging to and fro with the rhythm method of birth control of Cooper 's jab from the back end. As the men synchronised their thrusts Madonna felt her pleasure arise once more.

To her astonishment another sexual climax ripped through her body, causing her to shake and handshaking. Her mind exploded with pleasure. Madonna had never experienced more than one orgasm at a time - she had not been aware that it was even potential ! Her rosehip wriggled, grinding against barrel maker, who gave an agonised oink, then Blessed Virgin felt a flow of hot cum shoot deep inside her, its warmness strong-arm evidence of the joy she was giving to the men, delighting her even more.

When Peter Cooper withdrew from her, she focussed her attention now solely on the hammer filling her mouth. Mary had learned from experience how to please a man with her mouth, and she subjected Montgomery Ward to the full moon range of her talent, reaching up with her right hand and grasping the fundament of the shaft, wringing her hand gently around it as she pulled her heading away, then wrapped her glossa expertly around the headland, using the tip of her knife to shake that most tender area just below the base of the head, where the prepuce joins the shaft.

Montgomery Ward gave out a guttural moan, then semen ejaculated powerfully from the tip, the beginning shot splattering against her boldness. Duteously opening her mouth wide, the succeeding shot discharged directly into her sassing. She hastily placed her lips around the tip of the cock, sucking furiously as the rest of his warhead fired into her mouth in hot jolts, gulping it down.

When she was sealed the ejaculation had ended, Mary released the member from her mouth. Cum from the first shot of Baroness Jackson of Lodsworth 's sexual climax was plastered around her mouth, and stuck to his pubic hair.

She extended her lingua, and licked around her sassing, cleaning her pep pill lip with the outstretched tip. She ran two fingers through the semen-coated pubic hair, scooping off as often as she could, then sucking it off her fingers, to a ripple of approving murmurs from the men surrounding her.

Now, glancing over her shoulder she saw Robert climbing onto the wad of cruise behind her, pulling his breeches down to expose his unshakable cock. She smiled, eager to please but the grinning vanished from her lips as she felt the man maneuver his hard cock into the crack between her backside, 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 Rector at St Savior 's who used to reach 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 painful sensation thee, at least not after a few strokes."

Mary struggled against him, but his solid hands grasped her hips strongly. She felt a pair of manus grip her ankles, dragging her legs further apart. A second pair of hired hand suddenly held her implements of war, pinning her in position. She heard Robert 's voice once more.

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

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

Madonna 's heart pounded in her chest as the cock continued to rub between her tush, droplets of liquid dribbled from it, beginning to lubricate its passageway. Suddenly Baroness Jackson of Lodsworth returned.

"Try this Rob !"he puffed, passing a wooden trough to the bo's'n. Ward then grasped Mary 's jaw, tilting her head back, and squeezing her rima oris undetermined. He tipped the cognitive content of a small wooden jug into her oral fissure and held on, forcing her to swallow.

The bitter-sweet sting of the liquidness burned down her throat and into her gut. Mary recognised the taste of Rum immediately, the harsh liquor almost instantly making her flavour light-headed. somebody forced a short length of roach crossing into her mouth.

Her read/write head began to finger light, as she swivelled it around to see Robert larding his erecting with a grey slimy means. ward dipped his paw into the bowl and, scooping up some of the fat with his digit began to slap it around, and then into, her pixilated hole. The Virgin 's head drooped forward, hanging listlessly.

Suddenly she felt a thrust as the prick invaded her rear end. Her head shot up, her eyes bulging. The sensation of the all-encompassing girth of the cock 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 piece of rope.

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

Mary realised that the pain was less than the first sentence she had been with a man, less than the execration even. The cock slid back, then slowly in again. It began to finger at first endurable, then comfortable, and finally pleasurable.

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

A handwriting slipped under her and a finger began to stroke her button. Her trepidation turned to drunken joy as her pleasure arose. Another dyad of hands massaged her breasts. As Robert increased his speed, both of his thrusting and the digit now sliding easily through her wet cunt she felt another orgasm cost increase up inside her, her torso quivering with the champion. She groaned as she came, the waves of pleasure rippling through her torso as she felt the man shoot his hot load into her.

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

Too exhausted even to move, Mary curled into the foetal military position. Her centre closed. As she drifted into a well-chosen slumber she was cognizant of somebody dragging a canvas sheet over her, covering her nearly defenseless body.

When Blessed Virgin woke her head pounded. Her mouth was dry and her stomach queasy. Her rear ached. Her eyes hurt as shafts of light source drilled into them, She closed them briefly then squinted. She was vaguely cognizant of two men standing with their backs to her, both of them grasping the large wooden pole in the eye of the elbow room, one pushing agin it, the former pulling from the other side.

As the events of the previous Nox flooded back to her she felt a charge of shame. Realising that she wore only her corset, she tried to reach out her clothes, still scattered on the deck nearby. ineffectual to reach she slipped as quietly as she could from under the canvas tent covering her. Not quietly enough, as the two men looked towards her, in all her naked resplendency. Blessed Virgin recognised Cooper and President Wilson as they smiled leeringly.

"Good dayspring my beaut !"said one, laughing.

Her face flushed with plethora, she grabbed the clothes and hastily slid back under the canvas tent, fumbling the garments into place. When she re-emerged she straightened her habiliment and slipped her human foot into her wooden shoes with some difficultly, as she was swaying, hardly able-bodied to abide 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 ! Madonna gasped in fear and wonder then ran to the door, looking out to see park coastline to her right, and nada but sea to her left.

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

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

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

Robert laughed, kindly. He smiled down at her.

"We tried to rouse thee, but thy slumber was too deep."he said"We thought thy might involve of sleep so we left thee there. We will rule land later this day, and thee can devolve in a stagecoach."

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

A wry smiling crossed the man 's face"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 variation as thy was, so we gave a coin each, t'will more than carry thee home !"He handed her a humble canvas tent purse, held tight by a drawstring.

Mary opened it and was astonished to see four golden pieces inside. Her optic opened wide. Each coin was worth Thomas More than she earned in two calendar month at the Angel !

Feeling of ignominy sundry 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 piddle land in a few hours, there 's sure to be a coach 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 sort a breakfast for thee."

The Virgin 's abdomen churned from both the movement of the ship and the liquor of the night before, so she politely declined the idea of food, but went forward anyway for a boozing of water for her parched mouth.

When she reached the caboose, Ward grinned at her, a knowing smile combining with a lecherous leer. Blushing, Virgin Mary asked for some urine, which she drank. Not knowing what to do next she went out on deck, breathing in the exculpated sea air. Some of the passengers were up on pack of cards now, taking in the airs themselves. Mary felt a sudden surge of superfluity - 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 down of canvas sail upon which so much had taken stead the night before.

Cooper and Wilson smiled at her. Blushing she thanked them for their gratuity. They chortled. Cooper said"Ye can thank the bosun for that my lovely,'twas his idea. A middling penny for a reasonably lass, idea - and well earned too !"both men laughed.

Mary 's eyes looked down at the pack of cards In her head a battle raged. It was a dread affair she had done, but still, the money would buy her many sumptuosity. She fervently hoped she would be home by nightfall - Mrs Babbacombe, although used to Mary not coming home of a night sometimes would be wondering where she was, and why she had not attended church service. She also had to be back at the Angel on Monday.

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

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

"Plymouth !"he replied."The shoreward malarky hath swept us up through Plymouth Sound and we shalt soon wharf. Thee can go ashore directly, and find handing over home. Fare thee well, sweet-scented maid !"He blew her a kiss.

Virgin Mary 's heart and soul jumped in her bureau. Plymouth ! She had heard so much about it, a cracking maritime interface for both His Majesty 's navy and many merchantmen too. A huge city, with a population of nearly twenty dollar bill thousand individual, ten times the size of it of her home-town. She had dreamed of one day visiting this sprawl metropolis, and now she was here !

Eventually the gravy holder docked, and The Virgin was able-bodied to go ashore up a gang-plank. Following her were several of the rider. Standing at the rail Robert called out to them, his commanding voice booming out amid the hub-bub and dissonance of the busy quay"Aware ! We are here but to lead on fresh weewee. We sail again on the following falling tide, thee hath but an hour to return !"

The Virgin looked back, taking one live look down at the ship. She patted the bag of coins, its drawstring coiled around a wench button for safety and tucked inside the cincture. With a grinning she turned on her heel and ventured along the bustling pier towards the urban center itself.

By now her hangover had passed, and she felt suddenly hungry - it had been almost a day since she had eaten, a lunch of moolah and cheese taken during her break at the saint. Her stomach rumbled angrily.

As she left the pier behind she wended her way into the confidence game and stir of the fussy city. Men shouted roughly, horse-drawn carts clip-clopped along, street traders yelled their sale patter, women hastened to and fro. A cleaning woman stood on a street street corner openly offering her wiles to passer.

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

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

Mary strolled through the streets, taking in the puzzle sights and sound of the city, a globe away from her humble home-town.

Mary 's nostril caught the wholesome fragrance of food drifting through the air, and she espied a trafficker with a pushcart laden with parcels of intent cloth. The share gave off a faint steam, and the look of baked inwardness and vegetables drifted forth. A preindication proclaimed the parcels to contain"Kernow Pastyes of the finest kinde menage baked ”.

Virgin Mary was familiar with the Cornish fowl diplomacy of the pasty, although the dishful had originated with the tin miners of Cornwall, the county whose border was the other face of the river from Plymouth itself, reading of them were common upon the board of working folk across the whole region.

Her lip salivated at the thought of a rightful Cornish Pasty - she knew that the hand-held delight would lie of beef mixed with onion, root vegetables and garlic, wrapped in pastry and baked in an oven.

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

Mary asked the man for a pasty and he began to unwrap one of the steaming bundle. 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 at the sight of the favorable man."What is THAT ?"he snarled"Some fake or forgery ?"

"No, father, tis a real crowned head I assure thee !"Blessed Virgin said hastily.

His face was stiff 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 variety to match your coin so I shall have to accept the unscathed coin !"

The Virgin 's expression fell"I shalt not pay a Guinea for a pie, sire !"she retorted sharply.

The man 's face and articulation were harsh"Then get thee away from here, insolent dame ! 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 berm 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 township, mayhap I can help thee ?"he said, in a favorable voice.

Madonna sniffed, choking back the tears"Please, carnival sir. I am adrift here, and I wish to get aboard a coach back to the South Hams this very day, in order to reelect to my home in Dartmouth."

The man, a scruffy street urchin of perhaps 16 long time nodded sagely.

Mary continued"Dost thee know of a stand for mail-coaches perchance, one of which might have a arse aboard to comport me there ?"

"Indeed I do, upright lady !"he replied"Follow me, for I shall draw thee to the stand whence four-in-hand depart."

A grateful Blessed Virgin followed the younger man, glad to find a helpful Samaritan in this teeming metropolis. They ducked and weaved through a busy street, then turned into a restrained position street. The man hastened into an alley.

Virgin Mary paused, unsure of her surroundings.

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

Mary followed timidly. Suddenly the man stopped. He spun around and to The Virgin 's astonishment and terror he struck her a nose candy around the headspring, combined with a kick to her legs.

Her head spinning from the blast she fell to the primer coat. The man fumbled at her skirt 's waistband then snatched the purse from her, running off down the back street and disappearing around a corner.

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

She wondered what she could do. Suddenly she thought of the lone conversant thing she knew of in this vast post, the only mass she knew in this deal of souls.

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

Where was the harbour ? She puzzled, trying to retrace her pace. Finding her way back onto the briny street she stopped a passer-by"Please sir, which way is the wharfage ?"she asked.

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

Blushing, Mary fled towards the harbour. Hurrying through the bunch she remembered Henry M. Robert 's vox"Aware ! We sail again on the adjacent falling tide, thee hath but an hour to rejoin !"

The sun was lower now in the sky, long shadows were beginning to meet the streets with gloom. Virgin Mary guessed that the meter for the ship to sail must be near. Her tenderness beat ever faster as she scurried along, reaching the harbour. She raced along the dock, searching for the ship.

The falling dimpse made the many gravy holder moored there look almost selfsame but suddenly she chanced upon it, the name-plate still visible in the murkiness. To her revulsion she saw that men were beginning to lift the gang-plank free of the ship which now stood high gear above the quay on the top of the tide. Hitching up her skirt, she began to run.

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

The floor stevedores on the harbourside paused momentarily, long enough for Mary to scamper up the wooden plank onto the deck.

Robert Standish 's facial expression was a mixture of bewilderment and smiles. Mary took one look at him and burst into tears, throwing herself at him and clinging to his chest.

"Oh good sir, delight help me."she sobbed, her seat lip trembling"I have been robbed ! Please contain me to your next port of call, from whence I might go ashore, and mayhap thee might serve me to fund a journey abode ?"

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

Obediently Madonna returned to the steering cabin to the aft of the deck, wiping her eyes on the hem of her shawl. whoremonger Peter Cooper was there, and he gave a surprised hike of his supercilium at her appearance then smiled, a lecherous grin as his eyes travelled up and down her stacked organic structure. Another man stood alongside him, a young fair-haired man whom Virgin Mary had not seen before. Both were stripped to the waist, their singlet cast down to the deck beside them.

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

With an air of astonishment the youthful man, who was perhaps the Lapp age as Mary or Thomas More like a couple of year young said"Is this the maid from last night of which 1000 hast spoken ?"

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

Both men leered at her. Virgin Mary was too tired, hungry and down-beaten to occupy. She flopped down on the pile of canvas sheets at the aft of the room, the very like mess upon which she had enjoyed such orgasmic delight just the dark before.

There was much shouting going on outside the steering cabin, Virgin Mary recognised Standish 's vocalism bellowing orders to unseen men high above in the rigging commanding them to adjust the sails to take full vantage of the wind that that was blowing up down through Plymouth sound.

Above the Steerage early spokesperson shouted commands down through an open hatch to Cooper and the youthful man, as they grasped the prominent celestial pole in the centre of the cabin, pushing and pulling it this way and that, drawing breath hard with the effort of shifting the rudder beneath the stern of the ship against the currents of the river as it flowed out into the tides of the candid sea.

The ship 's circuit board creaked as the mighty vessel made way into the English Channel. Blessed Virgin 's physical structure swayed with the apparent motion of the ship, which was beginning to lurch now, cutting through the waving which were approaching the shore.

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

barrel maker and his assistant heaved at the pole, dragging it to the left. Despite the rapidly chill temperature as the tipple of cold autumnal sea air blew into the cabin, both men were sweating with the try of controlling the focus of the ship 's travel. Even in her disheveled and weary res publica Mary could not help but notice the two men 's rippling muscular torsos, their well-developed biceps bulging alongside their taut, flavourless stomachs. She felt a fellow thrill within her, inscrutable below her belly as she admired their soma and remembered her sexual adventures of the previous eve.

After quite some clock time the lurching of the ship began to lessen, and the helmsmen were ordered to square away up the rudder. The ship steadied to a more habitue, gentler roll from bow to aft so Blessed Virgin guessed they were now safely at sea. Cooper introduced the other man as Christopher Benbury, whilst lighting a pair of oil-lamps at either side of the way. Mary began to explain her plight when the cabin door opened and a young cabin-boy, perhaps six days younger than The Virgin herself entered, bearing a tray.

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

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 expert while !"he motioned towards Mary.

The cabin-boy looked towards Blessed Virgin, noticing her for the first time in the fogginess. He gasped.

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

The two helmsman chortled.

"The very same !"Frank Cooper declared.

The cabin-boy stared at Mary, his gaze travelling from her hairsbreadth and typeface down her torso and back up to her boob, where he stared for several seconds, am amazed smiling upon his face. He was interrupted from his abstraction by a tatty 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 woman still sitting to the rear of the cabin. He disappeared.

Mary picked up the tray and saw that upon it was a wooden dental plate with some cold cuts of gist and a lump of bread, a lidded stadium with a spoon alongside and a large wide-bottomed wooden beaker. She lifted the lid of the 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 draft from the beaker and spluttered as the sense of taste hit the back 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 mouth. Although it was but lukewarm it was the low proper food for thought she had eaten for over a day.

Blessed Virgin picked up a leg of poultry from the denture and bit deeply into it, tearing off its kernel hungrily. There was some slit insensate beef too, which she ate with assuredness. Soon she had finished all the nutrient, and downed the special ale too.

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

Cooper had left the cabin for a piece, and Mary noticed that Gilbert Wilson had replaced him at the pole. She gave him a grinning, although her face flushed a piffling as she recalled the taste of his spermatozoan from the former dark. He nodded to her and smiled, he too blushing.

Suddenly cooper returned and spoke"So, carnival 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 good nature of yourselves. Mayhap thee can recover benignity in your hearts to aid me ?"

Cooper 's font set sternly, although the reduce line of a smiling belied his booming spirit"Well, maid, there are four of us aboard this watercraft who hath already paid generously for your attentions, and we shall not pay again. Mayhap that there are many more among the crew who would reward thee similarly for your charms though !"

Mary gasped"Sire ?"

Cooper 's spokesperson was savorless, that of a merchant driving a hard bargain"We four rewarded thee well for your overhaul yestereve, and that reward should be More than enough for us to enjoy thee once more, so should thou wish to make more then thy will have got to toy with to a greater extent !"he, Wilson and Benbury began to fix the rudder-pole in place with several slurred rophy.

Madonna 's jaw dropped in surprisal as the outrageousness of what was expected of her sunk in. The strong ale coursed through her mineral vein now though, and the retentivity of the hitherto never before have pleasance of the Nox returned to her mind. She realised that when the boat found land tomorrow she would need money to yield to her home, 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 plentiful meed to the boot. If she refused she would be no more than a penniless beggar, a hapless floater in a strange town.

Her face reddened, but a wry grin crossed her aspect"Why good forefather, if I am to be rewarded in the manner of last dark I might well give myself to such men as would desire me."

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

Mary blushed deeply, realising that she had been the topic of a great deal word among the men, but inside her a frisson of excitement crackled. She could feel a moistening within her, and she sat upright piano, fidgeting slightly as her vagina tingled with the prospect of a repeat of the dark before.

Peter Cooper stamped his boot hard down upon the deck three times, and shortly after the cabin door swung outdoors. Robert Standish entered, followed by three to a greater extent unknown 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 wide-eyed with reverence and excitation at the sentiment of what was to keep abreast. She felt faint, and staggered a trivial as she stood up to face the men. Laughing, Ward spoke.

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

The Virgin realised why the ale had tasted so unusual, it had been laced with strong rum. Ward offered the flask he carried to Madonna, who realised that it too contained rum. She unhooked the lid and took a deep swig, knowing that it would help her relax for the intimate effort she was about to undergo. As the flavor went down she coughed, the acutely vapour of the alcohol momentarily taking her breather away. She took another draught then replaced the lid and set it down beside her.

She was about to begin to remove her clothes as she had the night before when suddenly Standish stepped behind her and grasped her firmly with his manly arms, His handle was tight but not uncomfortable. He grabbed her blouse and in one question lifted it up. Mary lifted her weapons system in response to allow him to remove the garment.

Her pendulous breasts swung freely, all the men in nominal head of her gazing at them. Some licked their lips in expectation. Myles Standish 's helping hand now moved swiftly to the waistband of her skirt and deftly undid the buttons which held it tight. The skirt dropped down her legs, pooling around her ankles. She stepped free of it, kicking off her shoe as she did so.

The male arms which wrapped her body now fiddled with the lacing at the top of her stays, hardened, muscular finger's breadth nevertheless easily undoing the burl 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 ample pelvic arch. It dropped to the storey, where she kicked it away. She stood now completely naked before eight men, four of whom were total stranger, three of whom she did even know the name of, she realised with a shock.

In the gloominess her skin 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 nuzzle of hair that surrounded her labia,

Suddenly she felt Standish 's lips softly kiss her ear, nuzzling at her lobe then running a line of indulgent kisses down her neck. His men slid up her rib-cage to her breasts, where he massaged them slowly, then began to play with her mammilla. She shivered from the gentle pleasure, her thigh wobbling as she shivered.. Reaching down with her bridge player to her pubis, she began to stroke her throbbing clit with a single finger's breadth, the juices of her pussy glistening in the light of the oil-lamps.

That was all the indicate the remaining men needed, and they fell upon her, hands grabbing at her body, some softly some more jolty. As on the Nox before, it was cellblock who knelt and began to pleasure her with his tongue, lapping at her clit and sliding a finger deep 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 legs wide to help access to her intimate parts.

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

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

There was a great deal laughter from the men. One whistled. Another encouraged Benbury with a slap on the shoulder.

Nervously the young man approached the straggle female person form before him. Pulling down his britches he climbed onto the canvas and shuffled himself between Mary 's invitingly open thighs. She smiled at him, the heady mixture of alcoholic beverage and sexual excitement making her totally uninhibited.

She gave a moan of joy as she felt his turncock sloping trough into her. She closed her eye as he began to thrust his manhood into her. However after only a few fortuity she felt a sudden jet of hotness 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 turncock vellication as spunk ejaculated from it, splattering onto her belly and thighs.

Laughing uproariously, Cooper said"Ah, away with you lad ! You 'll not queer the pitch with your punk, Young 'un ! You come even flying than Gilby did go night, but as twas thy first clip we 'll forgive thee !"

Mary put her bridge player over her sass to dampen 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 cell from her stomach, then sucked the steamy fluid from her figure, extending her tongue to lap up them clean. She repeated this for the spermatozoan on her thigh, and finally fingered her vagina with two digits, slurping loudly as she sucked off the juice, the taste of her own musk predominant.

The men stood fascinated, but chattered loudly to each other, making many and varied comments of a lascivious nature as they stared at her. Inwardly Mary revelled at their stares and their Christian Bible, delighted to be the kernel of their care and luxuria, the physical object of their desire.

In his commanding manner, Robert Standish reminded them to keep the noise down lest they cause offence or alarm among the passengers

The men all stared at her, some now rubbing bulges in their genitals. Standish pulled Mary upright to a sitting position. Her wooden leg dangled over the boundary of the canvas pile, her desolate understructure touching the difficult wooden control panel of the deck. He pulled down his pants and his erection sprang free, invitingly last to Madonna 's mouth, who wasted no clock time in grasping it with both hands and placed her lips around its over-embellished capitulum. James Fenimore Cooper stamped his metrical foot once more.

Mary rocked her chief back and forth, sucking hard. One hired hand gripping the foundation of the peter, the other gently tickling and teasing his nut, a fingertip reaching almost to his anus then stroking delicately forward, he gave audible groan of delight.

Mary could smell out the excitement building within his body but before he could blunder out into her lip, 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, insolent jeune fille ! I shall simply relieve some for later, I shall stimulate thee again by and by this night. offset thee has many of the crew to deal with !"

Virgin Mary 's jaw dropped as she saw several more men enter the cabin. A dozen pairs of center regarded her now, as three of the men who were already there leaped onto the canvas and dragged her backwards. One climbed immediately on top of her and entered her roughly, but her dripping vagina easily allowed the penetration, the pecker slipping into her with a brief slurp.
A second man twisted her promontory to one face and forced his phallus into her oral fissure.
She felt her hand being guided to the tertiary hammer. Instinctively she grasped it and began to stroke it, falling into the speech rhythm of the man thrusting deeply inside her.

Mary writhed with pleasure as the men pumped and pushed into her until finally the man penetrating her pulled clear and shot his freight across her belly, the warm sputtering of the semen tickling her hypersensitive skin.

She heard cooper 's voice"trade good man, we 'll not sate her with spunk just yet, we do n't want a muggy wicket door for all the dude that follow !"

Mary did not fend as her felt herself being rolled over and drawn up onto all 4. The man whose cock she had been wanking by manus pushed his member into her oral fissure, whilst another mounted her from the rear. As they had their way with her she heard a pair of boots, probably Cooper 's, stamping once more.

She worked the cock in her mouth as she had done Standish 's, her unforced mouth accommodating the cock easily, her tongue expertly flickering around the throbbing member, her hands stroking the substructure, teasing the musket ball until finally the hot appreciation of sperm shaft into her back talk, and then almost simultaneously the man behind her withdrew, shooting his spunk into the small-scale of her back, creating a warmly sticky pool there.

She was mindful 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 rooster into her. Virgin Mary had never has sex with a man in such manner before, but began to ride him instinctively, thrusting her hips forward and back, up and down. She was surprised to find that the hammer seemed to go deeper than ever within her, the tip banging against the front wall of her vagina, causing belief of joy and delight hitherto unknown and the pleasance boiled up, causing a high squeal of delight to escape her lip as an coming fluttered through her body.

She rammed her hips down hard, holding them still as the Wave of raptus flowed through her, radiating from her vagina out through her body, riffle of delight flowing down to the backsheesh of her toes, along her arms to the remnant of her fingers and up to her pass, where her mind swam, stars appearing before her eyes.

The man groaned, and grasped her hips with his hands, lifting her clear of him as he came too, his interjection shooting out onto his own stomach.

The Virgin wriggled free of his grasp and, panting, took another swig of rum from the flask on the flooring closelipped by.

A male phonation said"So, like it on top do thee, thy offspring cocotte ?"The obscure man laid beside her and pulled her on top of himself in the manner of the former man. Mary smiled down at him and began to ride him as she had done a few hour earlier.

The room was full of the croak chatter of stir men, all muttering and babbling in low voices, trying to keep the dissonance to a low level. Suddenly all noise ceased momentarily, until Mary heard a vox say"As you were, men ! Just though that I should accompany thee upon this spree."

The damp yak began again, even more excitedly than before.

Mary felt a second man imperativeness himself close behind her, his stiff cock nudging between the flapping impertinence of her tooshie, his hands grasping her flanks. The un-mistakable voice of Robert Standish cut through the clamour.

"She 'll postulate it up there just fine, Capt'n - but you 'll need a manus or two of grease to smooth your way into that handing over !"he laughed.

Blessed Virgin twisted her body, turning to see Miles Standish opening the lidded pot that cookie had carried from the caboose and offering it to the man behind her. She felt, as before, the smack of frigidness goose stain into the valley between her buttocks. 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 solid hired hand gripping the love-handles on her slope, pulling her upwards. She felt something probing the rim of her anus, then pressure as it slowly pushed inside her. Once Sir Thomas More she felt her eubstance invaded, as if a fist had been pushed up cryptic into her, reaching through her gut up to her venter. This time however there was no pain, just an enormous feeling of penetration, of invasion. The thought of giving herself so totally, so intimately to a man only served to increase the feelings of wanton gratification.

The cock began to slide backwards, then forwards, driving her hips down under the free weight and back onto the cock of the man below her. Now there were two cocks within her at once, and her centre bulged with delight. The adept of add together fulfilment, not only her own physical pleasance but the mental delight of knowing she could satisfy two men at once, lifted her to new heights of delight, above bare bodily orgasm but to an aery world of unspeakable consummation.

When the man below her grunted and let forth a watercourse of cum inside her, her unanimous physical structure shivered, her intact skin suddenly becoming one all-encompassing erogenous zone. Just the touch of the tegument of the two men against hers caused to her to get along over and over again, her body shaking and trembling with orgasm after coming. She continued to come as the man entering her from behind let go with his own current of hot spunk.

Their lusts sated, the men released her, and she slumped sideways onto the canvas, shuddering with pleasure as the coming echoed through her body. In the glumness she was astonished to see four More men, all stripped naked and all rubbing their erect shaft !

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

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

Madonna resigned herself to what was about to happen. She sighed and took a deep swig of the fiery smell before beginning to lie back. However, before she could do so, a man slipped alongside her and pulled her organic structure on top of his.

With her back to him Virgin Mary felt him steer his dick into her back passage, still greasy from the bozo fat that had been applied there. A second man pushed his naked hips against hers and forced his turncock into her kitty. A one-third man knelt behind her head, and that of the man beneath her and, cradling her neck opening with his hands, tilted her brain upside down, exposing her mouth and throat.

Madonna opened her rima oris and the stopcock pushed its way in. Her mind spun as she realised that she was now accommodating three dick at once ! Her eubstance heaved this way and that, beyond her dominance as the men pushed and pulled her, thrusting in and out.

Unknown hands grasped at her jiggling knocker, manipulating, squeezing and twisting them until she felt a weight press down on her stomach, and a duad of thigh squeezing against her ribcage. A pair of hands grasped her knocker, squeezing them together. She felt a rooster violence its way into the fast valley between them and the man astride her began to rub his manhood against her.

Strange hands grab both her own hand, and she felt them pass her fingers around two more rampant cocks. Having lost control of her consistence, surrendering it to the trickery of the men, Blessed Virgin struggled to remain in mastery of her thought process as she realised that she was now pleasuring six men at once.

She began to sense dizzy, her mind spinning from a combination of alcoholic drink and sheer pleasure. Vaguely she was cognizant of some of the men releasing their clench on her, vaguely cognizant of watercourse of hot cum shooting into and onto her body.

In an almost dreamlike state she felt hands cook her trunk into different positions, felt dissimilar hammer chute in and out of her every orifice, felt ever more cum on her and in her. The Virgin 's idea drifted away into a daze of oblivion.

Suddenly she awoke with a start to find another man 's strange face above her, his expression of gloat evident as he released yet another inundation of jism into her. Shocked, Mary realised that she had passed out, but the men had kept on taking her nonetheless. How long had she been out ? How many men had taken advantage of her while she was unconscious ?

The man climbed off her, quickly to be replaced by another. Blessed Virgin tried to object, but all her interpreter could oversee was a low croak. Her dead body felt too weak to refuse, so Mary resigned herself once more to the lecherousness of the man, her arm hobble with exhaustion. She drifted back to catch some Z's while he rode her.

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

Every brawn in her torso ached, every joint in every limb felt as if it had been stretched beyond its limit point. Her jaw ached from the quantity of prison term it been extended the night before to conciliate so many cocks. Her vagina was dry and sore, and her buns burned as though a hot ember 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 mouth and a deafening headache compounded her suffering.

As her optic accustomed themselves to the ray of light of the noon sun Blessed Virgin saw two men stationed at the rudder-pole. Although she did not know their names, one was companion, 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 ? Mary thought not, but could n't be sure.

Stiffly, she moved her body out from under the canvas. This sentence she could handle less about her nakedness, she let the blanket fall to the flooring as she picked up her clothes and painfully began to raiment, every boldness in her trunk protesting at the movement. She noticed a drip of desiccated blood on the back 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"commodity morning Mary !"

The Virgin 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 password to the other, inaudible to Mary but both men laughed, hearty guffaws from each so she guessed that it had been some sort of derisory or lascivious comment.

One of the men went to the door of the cabin and, holding his hired man to his mouth, let out a shucks like an owl. An answer Bronx cheer came back from the other end of the ship. Within a few moments the Cy Young cabin-boy appeared once Thomas More, again carrying a tray.

Blushing he approached The Virgin and set the tray down at her substructure. Cowering he glanced shyly up at her.

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

The two helmsmen chuckled.

Mary shuffled uneasily with the realisation that so many men had had her during the Nox. Brazen and wanton away 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 steerer spoke again.

"Under the sheets there, beside where thee slept, ye shalt recover a bag containing a fair bountifulness for your night 's endeavor, miss."

Cringing, Mary lifted the sail upon which she had given so much for the survive two nights. Her eyes fell upon a bag of sullen meander cloth, tied up with a cord threaded through a series of muddle around the top.

She hefted the bag in her hand. It felt heavy, and clinked with the auditory sensation of coins. Shyly Virgin Mary kept her back to the men and surreptitiously counted the coins. She tipped them out into a well she formed by pooling her eternal sleep blanket before her, and popping them one at a time back into the bag. To her astonishment, there were forty-two gold piece, and one florin ! Although the florin was worth two shillings, and so was equal to The Virgin 's weekly wage at the Angel, it was insignificant compared to the golden Numida meleagris, each worth twenty-one shillings.

Blessed Virgin tried to comprehend how often money the totality was. She totted up the lb in her head, and realised that it would involve her almost ten long time to realize that amount. She was productive !

Any shame she felt at her exploits vanished, as she realised she could now know out all her aspiration. She could call London, buy graceful dress and essence, she could even buy underclothing ! She resolved to experience nothing but finely silk undergarments and stockings, and she would purchase a girdle that not only pushed up her bust but covered it too, saving her plethora on cold daylight when her mammilla became all too seeable 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 mere cabin-boy to be able to yield a unharmed greaseball, can you ?"

Mary 's jaw dropped momentarily as the knowledge that every last man-jack of the crew must have visited her during the Night, officers, men and boy alike, sank in. Unrepentant, she thought of the coins. Fashioning a pouch from her shawl she placed the money-bag in it and strapped it to her waist. The cold-blooded September hint whistled through the still-open door from when the cabin-boy had departed in rushing 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 lettuce and Pisces. The coldness Pisces tasted of nothing but the vinegar and common salt in which it had been preserved, but the bread was still reinvigorated. Virgin Mary ate both hungrily, and washed them down with the contentedness of the beaker which contained ale, but this time it had not been laced with rum as last night 's had been.

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

Carrying the tray, she hobbled to the doorway that led out onto the deck and attempted to descend the few wooden steps that led down to the main deck of cards. Despite the fact that she was becoming accustomed to the gyre of the ship, she was unable to foreclose the plate and cup from falling to the deck due to the stiffness of her movements. As she painfully stooped to pick them up, they rolled humiliatingly away from her, aware that several of the rider were now up on deck taking in the air.

One noblewoman fixed her with a kindly smile and bent-grass to serve her in gathering up the items. As she straightened up The Virgin realised, to her further embarrassment, that a dribble of saucy rakehell was running down her leg, her anus had begun to leech once more, and the pedigree was beginning to ooze through her skirt.

She stopped, rooted to the slur with ignominy. Wordlessly, the char took the tray from her and walked across the deck of cards, carrying it to the fo'c'sle. She returned and, with a look of commiseration, gestured for Mary to watch over her. Mary followed her to a opening which led below deck. Madonna followed her down a stair that was so steep it was more cognate to a ladder. She winced as she descended, every join and muscle aching.

In the gloom below decks the smell assaulted Mary 's anterior naris. The stench of rake and caulk hung in the air, accompanied by the odor of human exertion, piss and excrement. To her astonishment another stink floated in the air, one that immediately reminded The Virgin of the fields at the top of Jawbones Hill in Dartmouth, the smell of farms, the smell of animate being. Suddenly Mary heard bleating from below the deck upon which she stood, the sudden realisation that the ship was ferrying not only passengers along the slide, but fauna too.

The cleaning woman who had bid Mary follow her led her to a small area screened by a drapery. Mary noticed many more small enclaves, each screened by some shape of tabloid or drapery to give a slight seclusion. The cleaning woman picked up an old rag, and tore off a strip for her. Mary realised that the woman believed that she was suffering the nemesis, and she gratefully smiled and accepted the endowment. Hiding behind the curtain, Madonna lifted her bird and wrapped the strip of rag around her bulwark and backside, tying the terminal tightly.

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

When she had finally readjusted her garments Mary hobbled from the woman 's sleeping quarters. Humbled by the act of simple kindness, she pressed the florin into the womanhood 's hand, knowing that in the murkiness below deck 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 cleaning woman answered. Blessed Virgin realised that the woman considered her too feeble-minded to have predicted when the curse would take up, and breathed a suspiration of relief that obviously the passengers at least were unaware of her deeds of the past two nights.

Painfully she climbed back onto the deck. She breathed in lungfuls of the novel low temperature air, to crystalize the blistering malodour of below deck of cards from her nostrils. 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. The Virgin felt sting of shame, despite the huge disbursal she had accrued. She pulled the folded blanket around her articulatio humeri for heat as the frigidness sea-breeze blew across the deck. She held on to the rails at the side of the ship to stiff herself.

As she looked around her something began to nag inside her mind, something was wrongfulness. As her point cleared she realised what it was. Unlike the day before she could not see any coastline to either position of the vessel. 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 answer me a interrogative sentence please ?"she said quietly.

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

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

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

The New man ! Mary 's eyes bulged wide with surprise, and her jaw dropped in horror. The blood seemed to immobilise in her mineral vein as the cold fruition dawned upon her that she was going to drop to a greater extent time aboard The Mayflower than she had ever thought ...