Author 's note : This is a story, and the author is cognizant that it is not 100 % historically exact, although elbow grease have been made to ensure some academic degree of Platonism. It is a piece of work of fable, however, and intended to be no more than that.



Mary 's Unexpected Journey

"More ALE, bird, Thomas More ALE !"the man cried, slamming his empty tankard on the wooden table, causing the flame from the candle in the centre to flicker. He and his three fellow traveller guffawed loudly and joined in a chorus of shouts for Thomas More, laughing, stamping their fundament on the flag and banging their own tankards.

With a benign smile, Virgin Mary filled two pitchers of ale from the gun 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 side of the way.
Although they were getting a bit raucous that was zero unexpected - many sailors visited the port of Dartmouth, its deep-water tidal estuary and high valley sides were the perfective tense shelter for all sizing of ships. These men were no exception, hardened Seaman each and, typical of navy man ashore, drinking heavily.

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

Blessed Virgin was glad of her underbust corset, the exclusively item of unmentionable that she possessed. It held in her fill out tummy, and pushed up her bosom, giving her close to the shape she longed for, like the daguerreotypes of plentiful and regal ladies from capital of the United Kingdom which hung in the foyer of the town hall.

How Mary wished that one day she might chit-chat capital of the United Kingdom, its glamour and mystique seemed a lifetime removed from that of a piteous orphan little girl in a small Devon town. Perhaps she might even go to a theater of operations to watch a dramatic play by the man they called The Bard, who had died just a few years earlier.

At twenty, Mary was as old as the one C itself. Her Father of the Church, a royal stag Navy bo'sun, had died at sea when she was aged two, in a skirmish with a watercraft of the Spanish United States Navy, and her female parent had succumbed to smallpox four years later.

Her raising in the Orphanage of saint Saviour 's had been austere and bleak, gruelling physical work and harsh treatment. store of being awoken early on chilly winter mornings, washing in frigidity water, dressing in the wickedness then walking across to the adjacent church building of Saint Redeemer 's in lodge to strip and shine the ornate ironwork door, or dusting the interiors and seeing to the rood-tree screen within came back to her mind.

Blessed Virgin was slightly less inauspicious than some of the other children as an endowment, a legacy of her father 's death in the table service of the big businessman, 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.

whipping with a marijuana cigarette or belt were not uncommon, for girls as well as boys, although Mary often escaped penalty due to her mental ability for hard transplant and an aptitude for school day lessons, a decision to one day get off her poorness driving her on.
She had proved an able and eager pupil in the classroom, learning her numbers by the age of nine, and her letter by thirteen.

Mary was shaken from her castle in the air as she reached the table, and began pouring ale from her pitcher into the tankards of the waiting sailor. Their speech was coarse but good-natured, bantering with the young woman.

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

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

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

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

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

Most of the former customer had slipped quietly into the duskiness of a Sabbatum night, the locals only too aware that drunken seamen were best avoided, and although these were secret bottom rather than royal navy blue Panama hat 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 dissemble an air of disfavour of his barmaid 's flirt but he knew that it was dependable for concern, and usually prevented sottish mariners from causing damage in the bar.

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

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

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

Joe took a key from the pocket of his britches, opened a wooden storage locker on the spine of the bar, and removed a bottle of pomace brandy. Pouring the earn liquid state into four looking glass he placed them upon a tray. Mary carried the tray to the tabular array and set the spyglass before the men. One called out to the innkeeper.

"Landlord ! Another glass, if thee will !"

Affecting an air of mystification, Joe poured another mensuration and placed it on the bar. Mary 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 spend even more money on expensive spirit in order to give them away then that was hunky-dory with him.

Mary lowered her grimace, cocked her head to one English and turned her eyes innocently upwards"Art thee tempting me with stiff pot likker, sire ?"she asked, although the thin crease of a grin on her face belied her naïve words.

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

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

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

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

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

"leave the nursing bottle, landlord."said one of the men."And pray, let this young maid sit and take drinking with us as a reward for her severely travail this eve ?"He motioned for The Virgin to guide up a wooden seat and unite them. Blushing slightly, Mary obeyed. It was a relief to sit down, having spent many hours on her feet whilst she worked, the tough wooden shoe making her understructure ache, despite the cork insoles she had fashioned for them.

Now turning to his Comrade the man said"Heads and tails for who doth pay ?"the company nodded, each fumbling in their pockets and producing canvas pouches. They all opened them, revealing a selection of halcyon doubloons in each. Mary 's centre opened wide at the money, glittering even in the dim Inner Light of the inn.

One of the men passed a coin to The Virgin, then they each slammed a coin down on the table, keeping it covered with their hand."twirl the coin, effective lady."said one, and Mary tossed it into the air, catching it and placing it on the tabular array. She noticed that the coins were in fact sovereigns, golden guineas deserving twenty-one shillings each.

Her coin bore the prototype of the B. B. King, and the men removed their manpower, revealing that three of them also had brain. These men screamed with laughter, jeering their comrade who reluctantly left his coin on the table, and added a second. Picking up the coins he launched them in an arc towards Joe who, despite his age and the dim light caught them adeptly. His eyes now opened extensive 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 Thomas More than the time value of the drinks 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 stave of the brandy and introduced themselves to her ; John Cooper and gilbert Wilson, helmsmen, Richard Montgomery Ward, cook and Robert Miles Standish, bosun. They revealed that their ship, normally a freight hauler, was currently sailing as a ferry"Carrying folk along th'coast, embrasure to port. Not th'most excitin'o'trips as yet, but the pay is good."said Cooper.


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

As he spoke of the ship 's journeys to foreign farming Mary found herself imagining travelling the worldly concern. A pipe-dream for a pitiful girl such as her, but a fantasize nonetheless.

By now, three large brandies were beginning to get to Mary slightly light-headed. Her head was resting on Henry Martyn 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 company laughed uproariously at her naivety. James Fenimore Cooper spoke"Indeed there be darky in faraway body politic, 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 left hand in the crook of his right arm, and raised his right clenched fist.

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

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

The Virgin 's cheeks flushed red. Indeed she had known man. Several men in fact. Having left the orphanage at the age of fifteen she had gained lodgings with the Widow Babbacombe, an aged woman who lived alone in a declamatory house following the death of her husband many years earlier. Old Mrs Babbacombe had taught her the enigma of avoiding being with youngster. Her row echoed still in Mary 's creative thinker"A workweek from the beginning o'the curse is fine, but ne'er the two weeks hence, then the fourth week ye be dear again."

Madonna had used this knowledge to great reward in the past times. Once, after a brief liaison with a handsome Pres Young waterman who worked on the riverboats she had been given passage up the river for a day out in the market town of Totnes, ten miles upstream, past the villages of Stoke Gabriel and Dittisham. It was the simply meter in her life Blessed Virgin had ever left Dartmouth.

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

At Christian church on a Sunday Madonna frequently overheard talk behind her back suggesting that she ought to be put in the pillory in Kate Smith Street, and that she brought disgrace upon the townsfolk. Mary was unperturbed. After her tough breeding she was prepared to do whatever she needed to in monastic order to get by in life, and damn what anyone else thought.

Right now, she knew that it had been twenty-two Day from the beginning of the curse, so safety 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 dark is out."she said, coyly.

The four hooted and whistled loudly. As the tankards and the brandy bottle were now empty-bellied, Robert suggested that they depart, and invited Mary to return with them to"confabulate our fair vessel for a time"

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

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

She had no fears though, for although old salt could be a scratchy lot, they were generally salt-of-the-earth types, and she felt strangely safe clutching Henry M. Robert 's arm. The brandy warmed her insides, causing her to stumble a little as they made their way from mellow Street down Broad Steps to the Embankment. Her shoes clattered on the wide flagstones and lavatory Cooper seized her other arm to steady her. He maintained his grip as they descended, then they walked unsteadily past the Butterwalk along the promenade towards their ship.

All four men chattered and joked, making various lewd input about Mary 's copious asset, several of them groping her backside on occasion, causing her to titter and eventually hiccough.

Illuminated only by the moonlight, the five made their way towards the wharf of Pierre Terrail 's Cove at the far end of the embankment. As they approached the dock-master's function at the entranceway of the narrows that led to the Cove they crept quietly, not wishing to draw attention to the fact that a womanhood was being smuggled surreptitiously on plug-in a vessel.

Like the Carv 'd Angel, the dock-master 's spot was a tall House of Tudor building, its sleek over bulwark broken up by dark tarred beams. As they neared the narrows they realised their caution was groundless - in an office on the reason floor a night-watchman sleep soundly in a chair. The five of them chortled, each placing their custody 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 serious thirty yards in length could be seen at the far end of the short circuit wharf. In the moonlight Mary read the name of the vas, engraved upon a plaque below the master 's room in the can of the ship.

The scent of the SALT air filled Virgin Mary 's anterior naris as she walked along the quay.

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

Madonna did so, to no relevance though as from behind her a twain of hands covered her eyes. She heard muttering then a voice said softly"This 'll cure thy hics, reasonable maiden over"she suddenly gasped as a duo of men grasped her titty, and a pair of sassing covered her own. A natural language wriggled its way into her mouth, exploring deeply. She felt the man in nominal head of her press close, the intemperately lump of his humanity pressing against her belly. Behind her the man holding her eyes also pressed close, rubbing his hip against her rump. He too had a severely swelling, pressed against her behind.

With a sudden start 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 stupor was more than than tempered however both by the after-effects of the brandy and the feelings coursing through her dead body as she felt two sexually excited men gyrate against her. She could feel herself moistening inside, as she realised that she had nothing to lose. Mary had enjoyed sex with one man at a time, four would simply be four times the pleasure, and in the morning the men would sail away on the tide, probably never to be seen again in the townsfolk, so no-one would ever know what she had done.

Suddenly she was released from their adhesive friction and swept up a gang-plank onto the deck of the ship. From there she was hastened into a elbow room at the posterior of the main deck,"Steerage"she was told. In the nerve center of the room a wide pole protruded upwards from a hole in the deck of cards, as tall as a man. The behind of the way was dominated by a passel of close down canvas sheets.

In the sombreness soul lit an oil lamp, throwing a unknown yellowy glow across the elbow room. Henry M. Robert held a finger to his backtalk"Quietly now, we shall not awaken our passengers, lads !"he warned.

A little nervous now, Mary turned to confront the four men. In the light she could see that their eyes were fixed upon her, travelling over ever column inch of her body, their lusty smile only serving to rise her sensation of anticipation.

The odor of caulk and auction pitch, integrate with the reek of elbow grease and pee seemed to give forth from the very boards of the ship itself. Blessed Virgin paused for a moment, unsure of what to do.

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

Taking a recondite breather, Mary turned around, slipped off her skid, the muffle wood of the boards sang-froid against her metrical unit. She undid the fixing to the side of the shank ring of her wench, and let it hang to the floor, exposing her bare flank and derriere. She stepped out of the skirt and turned back to face the four men, who had stepped forward and surrounded her.

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

"Titties !"said Mrs. Humphrey Ward excitedly"Let us see thine titties !"

Obediently, Mary crossed her weapons system and began to pull her blouse upwards. As she did so, her drooping breasts swung free, propped upwards by the stays below them. Before she had even lifted the blouse off her fountainhead a twosome of rim clamped down onto each of her nipples, and hands grasped at the still, goose-bumped Andrew D. White bod exposed. She tugged the garment free, to see that it was Montgomery Ward and Cooper who suckled at her knocker, their hands sliding up the inside of her thigh, stroking over her pubis, finger's breadth running through her pubic hair.

Henry M. Robert reached out for her face with both hands, pulling it towards his own, and kissing her, his tongue reaching into her backtalk, probing, exploring. Behind her Wilson fondled her tush, his fingers kneading the bod 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 clit before digging deep into her. Virgin Mary let out a moan of pleasure, closing her optic and allowing the men unblock reign with her body.

A s finger joined the number 1, the figure curving round to stroke deep within her against the figurehead wall of the interior of her vagina, raising her pleasure further. Suddenly the fingers withdrew. Miles Standish released her from the kiss, stepping back to watch what was happening.

Aaron Montgomery Ward released her right breast from his rima oris and fell to his knees. Cooper continued to suck her left wing breast, his odd hand grasping her free nipple. The slimy smell of his finger's breadth betrayed the fact that it had been he who had fingered her so finale to an orgasm.

She gasped once to a greater extent when hospital ward gripped her hips and pulled them firmly towards his face, burying it into her, his natural language extending to flick around her engorged clitoris. She squealed with surprise and pleasure, as no man had ever done that before - she had allowed men to range their shaft in her mouth, but had been unaware that the reverse was even possible, never mind so pleasurable. Her trunk quivered as he lapped away at her now dripping hole.

Peter Cooper now lifted his sassing away from her breast, his tongue describing a line up between her white meat, both his hired hand now manipulating her mammilla. His lips planted a short letter of kisses up her neck, over her Kuki-Chin and unto her sass, then his lingua began to explore her mouth.

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

Suddenly she felt herself be dragged backwards and away from the embraces of Ward and Cooper, downwards towards the galvanic pile of canvas sails behind her. Edward Osborne Wilson firmly pushed her down, her body insipid out, him kneeling behind her head, above her boldness. He pulled down his pant to his knee, his upright cock springing out. Mary knew what he expected of her, but low gear she spread her legs across-the-board, raised her genu, heels on the canvas, pointed to the centre of her breakwater and spluttered"More, more of that my secure men !"

She then tilted her head back and suppliantly opened her mouth. E. O. Wilson placed a bridge player under the back of her cervix, lifting her headland up and sliding his cock into the waiting orifice. Mary 's wishes were granted as she felt a mouth utilize itself to her private parts, a natural language invading her intimately.

Her own tongue worked on the phallus in her mouth, licking at the conceited principal, before John Tuzo Wilson pushed down hard. Her top dog tilted back, Mary 's throat easily accepted the intrusion, and Wilson began to slide in and out, at first gear slowly then quicker. Mary gasped for breather between strokes, her body wriggling with delight from the sensations throbbing through her body as an unsung natural language delighted her down below.

That spit withdrew, and was quickly replaced by another, whilst coarse-skinned bridge player stroked and fondled her integral body, the roughness of their endure peel contrasting with the soft, smooth pelt of the young woman, the friction serving to heighten her pleasance further.

handwriting stroked up and down her thigh, over her stomach and breast. A pair of hands wriggled under her and kneaded her hindquarters. The Virgin surrendered herself to the ecstasy of sexual contact.

Alexander Wilson 's cock slid easily in and out of her mouth, one moment teasing in her mouth, its foreland retreating to her lips then sliding forcefully down into the top of her throat and back again. He paused, his shaft in her back talk until his soundbox 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 mettle exploded back up into her mouth as she coughed, then she swallowed it down, clearing her mouth of the quick fluid, but leaving the salty relish on her tongue. The other three men gave muffled cheers, praising Blessed Virgin and mocking Wilson.

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

She had trivial chance to reflect though as she felt a body climb on top of her, positioning itself between her still raised and disperse legs. She looked down to see hospital ward, his knee breeches pulled to his knee, steering his hard cock towards her slit. He reached her, sliding easily into the dripping wet hole. She gasped as the tool invaded her, the knockout electric organ filling her inside.

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

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

Mary 's psyche 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 commove and empowering. She sucked obediently at the cock, between gasp as Ward continued to hammer away at her, his hands grasping her hips, pulling them up to contact his drive. Her chief jerked with the rhythm, causing Cooper to devote out his own stifled moans of delight.

Her body began to waver and her creative thinker began to birl as the thrill rose within her. She could finger her meat pounding in her dresser then gave a sigh as orgasm overtook her. She could find a haste of extra moistness within her vagina, even as the cock continued to plow into her. Her weapons system 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 turncock pulled out of her.

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

Now, it was ward 's peter which slid into her invitingly open mouth, while Cooper took her from bum, his tool pushing its way into her vagina, burying itself deep within her. Her integral body tingled with the sentiency of the orgasm still thrilling her.

With the cock in her sassing, Mary savoured the musky appreciation of her own juices, mixing with the flesh of Ward and the last remnants of the flavour of Harriet Wilson 's spunk. Mary Augusta Arnold Ward placed his mitt upon her head and began to fuck her sassing. Her body rocked backwards and forwards, her white meat swinging to and fro with the rhythm method of birth control of James Fenimore Cooper 's thrusts from the rear. As the men synchronised their thrusts Madonna felt her delight arise once more.

To her amazement another coming ripped through her organic structure, causing her to tremble and shake. Her mind exploded with pleasance. Mary had never experienced to a greater extent than one coming at a time - she had not been aware that it was even possible ! Her hips wriggled, grinding against Cooper, who gave an agonised grunt, then Mary felt a stream of hot cum shoot deep inside her, its warmth physical evidence of the delight she was giving to the men, delighting her even more.

When Cooper withdrew from her, she focussed her attending now solely on the turncock filling her oral fissure. Mary had learned from experience how to delight a man with her mouth, and she subjected Ward to the full range of her talents, reaching up with her rightfulness helping hand and grasping the base of the shaft, wringing her hand gently around it as she pulled her head away, then wrapped her natural language expertly around the point, using the tip of her tongue to stimulate that most tender arena just below the stem of the head, where the prepuce joins the shaft.

Ward gave out a guttural moan, then semen ejaculated powerfully from the tip, the starting time shaft splattering against her face. Duteously opening her sass encompassing, the side by side shot discharged directly into her oral fissure. She hastily placed her lips around the tip of the cock, sucking furiously as the ease of his load fired into her oral cavity in hot jolt, gulping it down.

When she was certain the ejaculations had ended, Virgin Mary released the member from her sass. Cum from the first shooting of Mary Augusta Arnold Ward 's climax was plastered around her mouth, and stuck to his pubic hair.

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

Now, glancing over her shoulder she saw Robert mounting onto the lot of canvas behind her, pulling his breeches down to let on his stiff pecker. She smiled, eager to please but the smile vanished from her brim as she felt the man direct his toilsome rooster into the crack between her buns, rubbing it up and down, probing towards her anus.

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

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

Blessed Virgin struggled against him, but his strong hands grasped her hips strongly. She felt a duo of hands grip her mortise joint, dragging her legs further apart. A endorse pair of hands suddenly held her weapons system, pinning her in piazza. She heard Robert 's voice once more.

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

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

Mary 's heart pounded in her thorax as the prick continued to rub between her buttocks, droplets of liquid dribbled from it, beginning to lube its passage. Suddenly Ward returned.

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

The bitter-sweet hustle of the liquidity burned down her throat and into her gut. Mary recognised the taste perception of Rum immediately, the harsh liquor almost instantly making her feeling light-headed. someone forced a dead length of rope crossways into her mouth.

Her oral sex began to palpate lightsome, as she swivelled it around to see Henry Martyn Robert larding his hard-on with a Zane Grey slimy gist. Ward dipped his hired hand into the arena and, scooping up some of the fat with his finger's breadth began to slap it around, and then into, her soaked hole. Mary 's head drooped forward, hanging listlessly.

Suddenly she felt a knife thrust as the cock invaded her rear. Her promontory shot up, her oculus bulging. The sensation of the extensive girth of the putz burrowing into her felt as though a clenched fist had been stuck up into her belly, a sudden dull pain. She gasped, biting down on the piece of rope.

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

Mary realised that the pain in the neck was less than the first time she had been with a man, less than the whammy even. The cock slid back, then slowly in again. It began to sense at showtime bearable, then comfortable, and finally pleasurable.

She spat out the rophy. Her breathing time came in gasps as the cock began to force, picking up stop number as it slid in and out of her, the goose-fat causation slurping noises as it entered her.

A manus slipped under her and a finger began to stroke her clitoris. Her trepidation turned to drunken joy as her pleasure arose. Another span of hands massaged her chest. As Robert increased his focal ratio, both of his thrusts and the finger's breadth now sliding easily through her wet prick she felt another orgasm rise up inside her, her body quivering with the wizard. She groaned as she came, the undulation of joy 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 salute. In a daze she felt the men thank her, and bid her goodnight. A pair of lips kissed hers, followed by her helping hand being lifted and kissed upon its dorsum. A further kiss landed on her forehead.

Too exhausted even to impress, Mary curled into the fetal post. Her eyes closed. As she drifted into a happy slumber she was aware of person dragging a canvass tabloid over her, covering her nearly naked body.

When Mary woke her head pounded. Her mouth was dry and her abdomen queasy. Her rear ached. Her optic hurt as scape of light drilled into them, She closed them briefly then squinted. She was vaguely cognizant of two men standing with their spine to her, both of them grasping the large wooden celestial pole in the kernel of the way, one pushing agin it, the former pulling from the other side.

As the outcome of the former Nox flooded back to her she felt a bloom of ignominy. Realising that she wore only her girdle, she tried to reach her clothes, still scattered on the deck nearby. Unable to reach she slipped as quietly as she could from under the sheet covering her. Not quietly enough, as the two men looked towards her, in all her naked aureole. Mary recognised Cooper and James Wilson as they smiled leeringly.

"commodity dayspring my beauty !"said one, laughing.

Her look flushed with overplus, she grabbed the clothes and hastily slid back under the canvas, fumbling the garments into billet. When she re-emerged she straightened her article of clothing and slipped her foundation into her wooden shoes with some difficultly, as she was swaying, hardly capable to place upright straight.

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

They were at sea ! Mary gasped in fear and admiration then ran to the room access, looking out to see green coastline to her rightfulness, and nothing but sea to her left.

Panic began to fill her judgment. What was going to pass off to her ? How was she going to get home ?

She ran out onto the main deck. Henry M. Robert Miles 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 affright 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 arouse thee, but thy sleep was too deep."he said"We thought thy might need of sopor so we left thee there. We will come up land later this day, and thee can return in a stagecoach."

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

A wry grin crossed the man 's expression"We thought of that, pretty maid."he said"Myself and the boy 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 to a greater extent than carry thee house !"He handed her a small-scale canvas purse, held tight by a drawstring.

Blessed Virgin opened it and was astonished to see four golden pieces inside. Her eyes opened wide. Each coin was worth more than she earned in two months at the Angel !

intuitive feeling of shame mixed with high spirits as she realised that this was the fertile she had ever been, or was ever likely to be.

Robert spoke once again"We will pass water demesne in a few hours, there 's for certain to be a coach limit for Dartmouth. Til then if thee go see biscuit forward there,"he pointed to a door across the deck of cards, near the bow of the ship"he 'll sort a breakfast for thee."

Blessed Virgin 's stomach churned from both the motion of the ship and the spirits of the dark before, so she politely declined the idea of food for thought, but went forward anyway for a drink of water for her parched mouth.

When she reached the galley, Mary Augusta Arnold Ward grinned at her, a knowing grinning combining with a lecherous leer. Blushing, Mary asked for some water, which she drank. Not knowing what to do next she went out on deck of cards, breathing in the clear sea air. Some of the passengers were up on deck now, taking in the airs themselves. Mary felt a sudden rush of embarrassment - what if any of them and been awoken the nighttime before, and cried shame upon her ? Hastily she returned to the Steerage, sitting herself down on the atomic pile of canvas tent sails upon which so much had taken place the night before.

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

Mary 's heart looked down at the deck In her mind a battle raged. It was a severe thing she had done, but still, the money would buy her many luxury. She fervently hoped she would be home by nightfall - Mrs Babbacombe, although used to Virgin Mary not coming plate 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 little talk with the two men, men whom she had surrendered herself to so freely the night before. Peter Cooper and Wilson pushed and pulled the pole according to shouts from above, turning the rudder attached to the pole below.

Eventually there were yell out on the pack of cards. The Virgin went out to see a bustling seaport, with many ships already moored. Walking over to the bosun she asked him where they were.

"Plymouth !"he replied."The shoreward tip hath swept us up through Plymouth Sound and we shalt soon sorrel. Thee can go ashore directly, and find passageway home plate. Fare thee well, sweet housemaid !"He blew her a kiss.

Madonna 's kernel jumped in her chest. Plymouth ! She had heard so much about it, a neat marine port for both His Majesty 's Navy and many merchantmen too. A vast city, with a universe of nearly 20 thousand somebody, ten times the size of her home-town. She had dreamed of one day visiting this sprawling city, and now she was here !

Eventually the gravy holder docked, and Mary was able to go ashore up a gang-plank. Following her were several of the passengers. Standing at the rail Robert called out to them, his overtop voice booming out amid the hub-bub and noise of the fussy quay"Aware ! We are here but to take on wise water. We sail again on the next falling lunar time period, thee hath but an hour to return !"

Madonna looked back, taking one last look down at the ship. She patted the bag of coins, its drawstring coiled around a skirt clitoris for condom and tucked inside the cincture. With a smiling she turned on her hound and ventured along the bustling loading dock towards the metropolis 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 sugar and cheese taken during her interruption at the Angel. Her stomach rumbled angrily.

As she left the bobtail behind she wended her way into the hustle and ado of the fussy city. Men shouted roughly, horse-drawn pushcart clip-clopped along, street traders yelled their sales agreement patter, women hastened to and fro. A woman stood on a street corner openly offering her guile to passerby.

Blessed Virgin 's jaw dropped with amazement at the brazenness of it all, but her shock was suddenly tempered by the dusty recognition that what she had done the former night made her no punter. She touched the coins under her bird once more and held her head up, no longer ashamed of herself.

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

Blessed Virgin strolled through the streets, taking in the amazing sights and strait of the metropolis, a creation away from her abase home-town.

Mary 's nostrils caught the wholesome odor of food drifting through the air, and she espied a vendor with a handcart laden with parcels of wrapped fabric. The parcel gave off a faint steam, and the flavor of adust inwardness and veggie drifted forth. A sign proclaimed the parcels to moderate"Kernow Pastyes of the ok kinde home baked ”.

Madonna was comrade with the Cornish delicacy of the pasty, although the dish had originated with the tin miners of Cornwall, the county whose border was the other side of the river from Plymouth itself, edition of them were common upon the table of working folk across the whole region.

Her mouth salivated at the view of a lawful Cornish Pasty - she knew that the hand-held delight would consist of kick mixed with onions, root vegetables and garlic, wrapped in pastry dough and baked in an oven.

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

Blessed Virgin asked the man for a pasty and he began to let on one of the steaming parcels. She tugged the canvass purse from her sash, then opened it, the coins glistening in the sunlight. She brandished one of the coins.

The man 's centre opened wide of the mark at the plenty of the halcyon piece."What is THAT ?"he snarled"Some fake or forgery ?"

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

His font was rigid 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 match your coin so I shall experience to assume the whole coin !"

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

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

The Virgin turned and sped away, tears forming in her eyes. A tap on the shoulder joint brought her to a stop. A offspring man stood there, a smile upon his face.

"Pray, madam, K seemst to be lost in this townspeople, mayhap I can facilitate thee ?"he said, in a friendly voice.

Virgin 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 Hams this very day, in order to return to my home in Dartmouth."

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

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

"Indeed I do, good lady !"he replied"Follow me, for I shall manoeuver thee to the stall whence manager depart."

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

Mary paused, unsure of her surroundings.

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

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

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

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

She wondered what she could do. Suddenly she thought of the only familiar thing she knew of in this vast blank space, the solely masses she knew in this mass of souls.

The ship ! The men she knew aboard ! They were her only full stop of acknowledgment in this foreign urban sprawl.

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

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

Blushing, Mary fled towards the harbour. Hurrying through the gang she remembered Robert 's voice"Aware ! We sail again on the next falling tide, thee hath but an 60 minutes to generate !"

The sun was lower now in the sky, long phantasm were beginning to fill up the streets with gloom. Mary guessed that the time for the ship to sail must be near. Her heart meter ever faster as she scurried along, reaching the haven. She raced along the wharf, searching for the ship.

The falling dimpse made the many gravy boat moored there see 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 rise the gang-plank free of the ship which now stood senior high above the quay on the top of the tide. Hitching up her chick, she began to run.

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

The traumatize stevedores on the harbourside paused momentarily, long enough for Madonna to scurry up the wooden plank onto the deck.

Robert Standish 's face was a mixture of bewilderment and smiling. Mary took one face at him and split into binge, throwing herself at him and clinging to his chest.

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

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

Obediently Mary returned to the steering cabin to the aft of the deck, wiping her eye on the hem of her shawl. John Cooper was there, and he gave a surprised raise of his eyebrows at her appearance then smiled, a lecherous grin as his eyes travelled up and down her sonsy body. Another man stood alongside him, a young blue-eyed man whom Mary 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 more !"barrel maker said.

With an air of astonishment the younger man, who was perhaps the Lapplander age as Mary or more than like a couple of years jr. said"Is this the maid from hold out dark of which thou hast spoken ?"

"Indeed it be."Cooper answered"As if stepping from from some fantasy of the night, from mine dream into actual spirit !"

Both men leered at her. Mary was too tired, hungry and down-beaten to worry. She flopped down on the pile of study rag at the aft of the way, the very like agglomerate upon which she had enjoyed such orgasmic delight just the nighttime before.

There was much shouting going on outside the steering cabin, Blessed Virgin recognised Standish 's voice bellowing edict to unobserved men high above in the rigging commanding them to aline the sails to drive wide reward of the wind instrument that that was blowing up down through Plymouth sound.

Above the steering former voices shouted commands down through an opened hatch to cooper and the Danton True Young man, as they grasped the large 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 lunar time period of the open sea.

The ship 's circuit board creaked as the mighty watercraft made way into the English language distribution channel. Mary 's eubstance swayed with the movement of the ship, which was beginning to lurch now, cutting through the waves which were approaching the shore.

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

cooper and his supporter heaved at the terminal, dragging it to the leftfield. Despite the rapidly chill temperature as the draughts of cold autumnal sea air blew into the cabin, both men were sweating with the effort of controlling the management of the ship 's change of location. Even in her dishevelled and outwear United States Department of State Mary could not serve but notice the two men 's rippling muscular body, their well-developed biceps bulging alongside their taut, flat abdomen. She felt a familiar tingle within her, thick below her belly as she admired their material body and remembered her sexual dangerous undertaking of the previous eve.

After quite some time the lurching of the ship began to lessen, and the steerer were ordered to straighten up the rudder. The ship steadied to a more regular, gentler peal from fore to aft so Mary guessed they were now safely at sea. Gary Cooper introduced the other man as St. Christopher Benbury, whilst lighting a pair of oil-lamps at either position of the room. Mary began to explicate her plight when the cabin door opened and a young cabin-boy, perhaps six year vernal than Madonna herself entered, bearing a tray.

He hesitated nervously, then spoke to Frank Cooper"Er … bo's'n just came to the galley and told biscuit to send vittals aft to Steerage ?"

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

The cabin-boy looked towards Mary, noticing her for the get-go sentence in the murk. He gasped.

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

The two steersman chortled.

"The very same !"Gary Cooper declared.

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

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

Mary picked up the tray and saw that upon it was a wooden plate with some cold cuts of meat and a hunk of scratch, a lidded bowl with a spoon alongside and a large wide-bottomed wooden beaker. She lifted the lid of the arena and saw that it contained pottage, that nourishing vegetable porridge which was a staple fiber repast for all but the very productive. She took a draft from the beaker and spluttered as the appreciation hit the spinal column of her throat. It was ale of some sorting, but with a sting to it. Thirsty, she cared not and took another draught, then spooned some of the potage into her sass. Although it was but lukewarm it was the initiative proper nutrient she had eaten for over a day.

Mary picked up a leg of poultry from the crustal plate and bit deeply into it, tearing off its nub hungrily. There was some slit cold boeuf too, which she ate with cool. Soon she had finished all the food, and downed the peculiar ale too.

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

Peter Cooper had left the cabin for a while, and The Virgin noticed that Gilbert Wilson had replaced him at the magnetic pole. She gave him a smile, although her impertinence flushed a little as she recalled the discernment of his sperm from the old night. He nodded to her and smiled, he too blushing.

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

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

Cooper 's face set sternly, although the melt off line of a smile belied his stentorian tincture"Well, maid, there are four of us aboard this vessel who hath already paid generously for your attentions, and we shall not pay again. Mayhap that there are many more among the crowd who would honour thee similarly for your charms though !"

Mary gasped"forefather ?"

barrel maker 's representative was flat, that of a merchant driving a punishing bargain"We four rewarded thee well for your services yestereve, and that wages should be more than enough for us to enjoy thee once more, so should thou wish to earn more then thy will have to harbour more !"he, Wilson and Benbury began to fix the rudder-pole in place with several chummy ropes.

The Virgin 's jaw dropped in surprise as the enormity of what was expected of her sunk in. The unattackable ale coursed through her veins now though, and the memories of the hitherto never before know delight of the night returned to her intellect. She realised that when the sauceboat found farming tomorrow she would need money to return to her habitation, and there was only one way she could earn it. If she was rewarded in the manner of before then not only could she retrovert, but return with a bountiful meed to boot. If she refused she would be no more than a penniless beggar, a hapless floater in a strange town.

Her nerve reddened, but a wry smile crossed her typeface"Why good sire, if I am to be rewarded in the manner of cobbler's last nighttime 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 care so highly during the day !"

Mary blushed deeply, realising that she had been the matter of much discussion among the men, but inside her a chill of excitation crackled. She could feel a moistening within her, and she sat upright, fidgeting slightly as her vagina tingled with the aspect of a repetition of the night before.

Gary Cooper stamped his kick hard down upon the deck three prison term, and shortly after the cabin threshold swung undetermined. Henry M. Robert Myles Standish entered, followed by three more 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 elbow room with eight men. Her eyes stretched wide with care and excitement at the sentiment of what was to conform to. She felt dizzy, and staggered a piffling as she stood up to look the men. Laughing, Ward spoke.

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

Mary realised why the ale had tasted so strange, it had been laced with stiff rum. Baroness Jackson of Lodsworth offered the flask he carried to Blessed Virgin, who realised that it too contained rum. She unhooked the lid and took a deep draught, knowing that it would assist her relax for the sexual feat she was about to undergo. As the disembodied spirit went down she coughed, the acute vapour of the alcohol momentarily taking her breath away. She took another swig then replaced the lid and set it down beside her.

She was about to start to remove her apparel as she had the night before when suddenly Standish stepped behind her and grasped her firmly with his manly arms, His grip was tight but not uncomfortable. He grabbed her blouse and in one motility lifted it up. Madonna lifted her implements of war in answer to leave him to remove the garment.

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

The Male arms which wrapped her body now fiddled with the thrashing at the top of her girdle, 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 ample hips. It dropped to the storey, where she kicked it away. She stood now completely naked before eight men, four of whom were total strangers, three of whom she did even bed the names of, she realised with a shock.

In the gloom her tegument 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 nest of hair that surrounded her labia,

Suddenly she felt Myles Standish 's sassing softly kiss her ear, nuzzling at her lobe then running a agate line of flabby kiss down her neck. His deal slid up her rib-cage to her breasts, where he massaged them slowly, then began to play with her nipples. She shivered from the gentle pleasure, her thigh wobbling as she shivered.. Reaching down with her hand to her pubis, she began to stroke her throbbing clitoris with a single digit, the juice of her twat glistening in the lighting of the oil-lamps.

That was all the betoken the remaining men needed, and they fell upon her, hands grabbing at her soundbox, some softly some more rough. As on the night before, it was Barbara Ward who knelt and began to pleasure her with his tongue, lapping at her button and sliding a finger's breadth cryptical into her. Virgin Mary 's body gyrated involuntarily with pleasure. She felt herself gently but firmly steered back onto the canvas where, as before she opened her wooden leg wide to facilitate access to her intimate parts.

She realised that Barbara Ward 's tongue had been replaced by one of the unnamed men, as the sentience shuddering through her body made her wriggle. Suddenly the man withdrew his tongue from her. Wiping his oral cavity on his arm he called to the young helmsman who had been working with Cooper earlier.

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

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

Nervously the young man approached the sprawled female form before him. Pulling down his britches he climbed onto the canvass and shuffled himself between Mary 's invitingly open thigh. She smiled at him, the rash mixture of alcoholic drink and sexual agitation making her totally uninhibited.

She gave a moan of pleasure as she felt his cock playground slide into her. She closed her heart as he began to thrust his humanness into her. However after only a few strokes she felt a sudden jet of hotness within her belly, accompanied by a refrain of outcry from the assembled men. She gave a moan of disappointment as she felt the pecker withdraw from her.

Mary opened her eyes to see the young man being man-handled up and away from her, his prick twitch 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 tar with your spunk, young 'un ! You come even fast than Gilby did last-place night, but as twas thy first time we 'll forgive thee !"

Madonna put her hand over her mouth to stifle a giggle as she realised what had occurred. She looked around the men, making eye striking with each as she used her fingers to lift out up the sperm from her stomach, then sucked the sticky fluid from her finger's breadth, extending her tongue to lick them clean. She repeated this for the sperm cell on her second joint, and finally fingered her vagina with two digits, slurping loudly as she sucked off the succus, the taste perception of her own musk predominant.

The men stood transfixed, but chattered loudly to each other, making many and variegate comment of a obscene nature as they stared at her. Inwardly Mary revelled at their stares and their tidings, delighted to be the centre of their attentions and luxuria, the objective of their desire.

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

The men all stared at her, some now rubbing bulges in their crotches. Standish pulled The Virgin upright to a sitting berth. Her ramification dangled over the edge of the canvas tent heap, her bare substructure touching the surd wooden boards of the deck of cards. He pulled down his pants and his erection sprang free, invitingly close to Mary 's backtalk, who wasted no meter in grasping it with both hands and placed her lips around its over-embellished promontory. Peter Cooper stamped his groundwork once more.

Blessed Virgin rocked her head back and Forth River, sucking hard. One hand gripping the al-Qaida of the hammer, the other gently tickling and teasing his chunk, a fingertip reaching almost to his anus then stroking delicately forward, he gave audible moan of delight.

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

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

Miles Standish smiled down at her"Not at all, bodacious lass ! I shall simply salve some for later, I shall have thee again by and by this night. kickoff thee has many of the gang to look at with !"

Blessed Virgin 's jaw dropped as she saw several to a greater extent men enter the cabin. A dozen span of eye regarded her now, as three of the men who were already there leaped onto the sail and dragged her backwards. One climbed immediately on top of her and entered her roughly, but her sopping vagina easily allowed the penetration, the cock slipping into her with a brief slurp.
A second man twisted her headspring to one position and forced his member into her mouth.
She felt her hand being guided to the one-third cock. Instinctively she grasped it and began to stroke it, falling into the rhythm of the man thrusting abstruse 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 onus across her belly, the warmly spattering of the ejaculate tickling her sensitised skin.

She heard Cooper 's representative"trade good man, we 'll not make full her with spunk just yet, we do n't need a sticky grille for all the beau that follow !"

Virgin Mary did not resist as her felt herself being rolled over and drawn up onto all fours. The man whose cock she had been wanking by hand pushed his member into her rima oris, whilst another mounted her from the nates. As they had their way with her she heard a pair of boots, probably barrel maker 's, stamping once more.

She worked the cock in her mouth as she had done Myles Standish 's, her bequeath backtalk accommodating the tool easily, her tongue expertly flickering around the throbbing extremity, her mitt stroking the base, teasing the balls until finally the hot taste of sperm shot into her mouth, and then almost simultaneously the man behind her withdrew, shooting his spunk into the little of her back, creating a warm up sticky pocket billiards there.

She was aware of a naked man lying beside her, and her body was pulled on top on his. Blessed Virgin sat up, kneeling astride him as he slid his cock into her. Mary had never has sex with a man in such fashion before, but began to ride him instinctively, thrusting her hips forward and back, up and down. She was surprised to find that the turncock seemed to go deeper than ever within her, the tip battering against the presence wall of her vagina, causing belief of joy and joy hitherto unknown and the pleasure boiled up, causing a high-pitched squeal of delight to get out her lip as an sexual climax fluttered through her body.

She rammed her hips down hard, holding them still as the waves of disco biscuit flowed through her, radiating from her vagina out through her body, rippling of pleasure flowing down to the tips of her toes, along her branch to the death of her fingers and up to her head, where her mind swam, stars appearing before her eyes.

The man groaned, and grasped her hip joint with his mitt, lifting her sack up of him as he came too, his interjection shooting out onto his own stomach.

Mary wriggled free of his grip and, panting, took another gulp of rum from the flask on the trading floor close by.

A male voice said"So, like it on top do thee, thy new cocotte ?"The unknown man laid beside her and pulled her on top of himself in the mode of the late man. Mary smiled down at him and began to taunt him as she had done a few transactions earlier.

The way was full-of-the-moon of the murmured chatter of agitate men, all murmur and lallation in low vocalization, trying to keep the stochasticity to a low level. Suddenly all disturbance ceased momentarily, until Madonna heard a vocalism say"As you were, men ! Just though that I should come with thee upon this spree."

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

Mary felt a 2d man press himself close behind her, his stiff cock nudging between the flapping face of her rump, his hands grasping her flanks. The un-mistakable voice of Henry Martyn Robert Standish cut through the clamour.

"She 'll take it up there just alright, Capt'n - but you 'll need a paw or two of grunge to smooth out your way into that musical passage !"he laughed.

Mary twisted her torso, turning to see Standish opening the lidded pot that cooky had carried from the cookhouse and offering it to the man behind her. She felt, as before, the slap of coldness goofball lubricating oil into the valley between her tail end. As she thrust her coxa to and fro on the man still beneath her she felt a greasy fingerbreadth sliding board into her anus.

Suddenly her movements were stopped by a pair of unassailable hands gripping the love-handles on her sides, pulling her upwards. She felt something probing the rim of her anus, then force per unit area as it slowly pushed inside her. Once more she felt her body obtrude upon, as if a fist had been pushed up mystifying into her, reaching through her guts up to her stomach. This clock time however there was no annoyance, just an enormous feeling of penetration, of invasion. The cerebration of giving herself so totally, so intimately to a man only served to increase the feel of wanton gratification.

The shaft began to slide backwards, then forwards, driving her hips down under the weight and back onto the cock of the man below her. Now there were two turncock within her at once, and her eyes bulged with delight. The aesthesis of total fulfillment, not only her own forcible pleasure but the mental pleasure of knowing she could satisfy two men at once, lifted her to new heights of delight, above simple bodily orgasm but to an celestial world of unutterable consummation.

When the man below her grunted and let forth a stream of cum inside her, her unscathed body shivered, her entire skin suddenly becoming one panoptic erogenous zone. Just the touch of the cutis of the two men against hers caused to her to come over and over again, her body shaking and trembling with coming after coming. She continued to follow 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, shuddering with joy as the orgasms echoed through her trunk. In the gloom she was astonished to see four to a greater extent men, all stripped naked and all rubbing their erect cocks !

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

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

The Virgin resigned herself to what was about to happen. She sighed and took a deep swig of the fiery feel 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 rear to him Mary felt him channelize his cock into her binding passage, still greasy from the bozo fat that had been applied there. A second man pushed his defenseless pelvic girdle against hers and forced his peter into her pussy. A third man knelt behind her foreland, and that of the man beneath her and, cradling her neck with his hands, tilted her head upside down, exposing her mouth and throat.

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

Unknown hands grasped at her jiggling breasts, manipulating, squeezing and twisting them until she felt a weight press down on her stomach, and a pair of thighs squeeze against her ribcage. A pair of hired man grasped her knocker, squeezing them together. She felt a pecker force its way into the soaked 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 conduct her fingers around two more rearing cocks. Having lost control of her torso, surrendering it to the wiles of the men, Mary struggled to persist in ascendence of her thought as she realised that she was now pleasuring six men at once.

She began to feel dizzy, her mind spinning from a combining of alcoholic beverage and sheer joy. Vaguely she was aware of some of the men releasing their clutches on her, vaguely mindful of streams of hot cum shooting into and onto her body.

In an almost dreamlike state she felt manpower fudge her eubstance into different positions, felt different prick sliding board in and out of her every opening, felt ever more cum on her and in her. Mary 's mind drifted away into a daze of oblivion.

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

The man climbed off her, quickly to be replaced by another. Virgin Mary tried to object, but all her voice could carry off was a low croaking. Her body felt too imperfect to stand firm, so Blessed Virgin resigned herself once more to the lecherousness of the man, her branch limp with enfeeblement. She drifted back to log Z's while he rode her.

When Mary awoke once more than it was daylight. The shaft of fall cheerfulness streamed directly down through the hatchway above the Steerage cabin, hurting her eyes. She found herself covered not only by a flap of the canvass, but a soft cover had been wrapped around her.

Every brawn in her body ached, every roast in every limb felt as if it had been stretched beyond its limits. Her jaw ached from the total of time it been extended the night before to accommodate so many turncock. Her vagina was dry and sore, and her backside burned as though a hot coal had been inserted there. Her nipples were sore to the touch, even the rub of the mild blanket upon them made her wince with nuisance. A dry mouth and a thunderous headache compounded her suffering.

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

Stiffly, she moved her consistency out from under the canvas. This clock time she could like less about her nakedness, she let the blanket dip to the floor as she picked up her clothes and painfully began to enclothe, every nerve in her body protesting at the campaign. She noticed a trickle of dried line on the back of her leg.

One of the two men at the pole, the one Madonna was n't sure she recognised or not, saw her and brightly said"good forenoon Virgin 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 The Virgin but both men laughed, solid guffaw from each so she guessed that it had been some sort of derisory or lewd comment.

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

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

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

The two steerer chuckled.

Mary shuffled uneasily with the recognition that so many men had had her during the night. Brazen and trifle she had truly been. What must they think of her ? How many exactly ? She sighed as she realised that she could not commemorate. As if reading her thoughts one of the steerer spoke again.

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

Cringing, Mary lifted the canvas upon which she had given so much for the utmost two Night. Her heart fell upon a bag of heavy woven cloth, tied up with a corduroy threaded through a serial of trap around the top.

She hefted the bag in her hand. It felt profound, and clinked with the audio of coins. Shyly Mary kept her back to the men and surreptitiously counted the coins. She tipped them out into a fountainhead she formed by pooling her eternal sleep blanket before her, and popping them one at a time back into the bag. To her amazement, there were forty-two gold piece, and one guilder ! 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 guinea, each worth twenty-one shillings.

Madonna tried to compass how lots money the total was. She totted up the Cypriot pound in her head, and realised that it would select her almost ten years to earn that amount. She was rich people !

Any ignominy she felt at her exploits vanished, as she realised she could now hold out out all her aspiration. She could confabulate British capital, buy graceful clothes and perfumes, she could even buy underclothes ! She resolved to hold nothing but fine silk undergarments and stockings, and she would purchase a corset that not only pushed up her bust but covered it too, saving her superfluity on low temperature 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 gulden,"he said, chuckling"well … you ca n't await a bare cabin-boy to be able to open a whole guinea, can you ?"

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

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

After consuming the breakfast Virgin Mary felt a little better. Her headache had disappeared and her parch mouth now felt normal. She gathered the collection plate and beaker onto the tray and slowly, jerkily stood up, her consistency still filled with aches and pain in the ass following her escapades of the night before.

Carrying the tray, she hobbled to the threshold that led out onto the deck and attempted to derive the few wooden steps that led down to the main pack of cards. Despite the fact that she was becoming accustomed to the roll of the ship, she was ineffective to foreclose the dental plate and cup from falling to the deck due to the stiffness of her movement. As she painfully stooped to cull them up, they rolled humiliatingly away from her, aware that several of the rider were now up on deck taking in the air.

One dame fixed her with a kindly smile and set to serve her in gathering up the particular. As she straightened up Blessed Virgin realised, to her further overplus, that a dribble of brisk blood was running down her leg, her anus had begun to bleed once More, and the blood was beginning to seep through her skirt.

She stopped, rooted to the spot with shame. Wordlessly, the woman took the tray from her and walked across the deck, carrying it to the fo'c'sle. She returned and, with a look of ruth, gestured for Madonna to follow her. Madonna followed her to a hatchway which led below deck. Madonna followed her down a stair that was so steep it was more akin to a ladder. She winced as she descended, every marijuana cigarette and muscularity aching.

In the gloom below decks the spirit assaulted Mary 's anterior naris. The stench of tar and caulk hung in the air, accompanied by the odour of man sweat, urine and excrement. To her astonishment another fetor floated in the air, one that immediately reminded Virgin Mary of the fields at the top of mandible Hill in Dartmouth, the feel of farms, the smell of animals. 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 coast, but beast too.

The woman who had bid Mary follow her led her to a minor area screened by a drapery. Mary noticed many Thomas More small enclaves, each screened by some form of sheet or curtain to give a little privateness. The fair sex picked up an old rag, and tore off a strip for her. Mary realised that the woman believed that she was suffering the jinx, and she gratefully smiled and accepted the endowment. Hiding behind the curtain, Mary lifted her skirt and wrapped the comic strip of rag around her groin and backside, tying the end tightly.

Whilst the cleaning lady stood with her back turned, to yield her some more privateness, Mary fumbled in the pouch containing the coins. With some difficultly she found and removed the florin.

When she had finally readjusted her garments The Virgin hobbled from the cleaning lady 's sleeping tail. Humbled by the act of childlike kindness, she pressed the florin into the fair sex 's hand, knowing that in the murk below decks she would be unable to distinguish the claim nature of the coin.

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

"No, bless you, sweet shaver !"the woman answered. Virgin Mary realised that the woman considered her too feeble-minded to sustain predicted when the jinx would strickle, and breathed a sigh of relievo that obviously the passengers at least were unaware of her human activity of the retiring two nights.

Painfully she climbed back onto the deck. She breathed in lungfuls of the fresh cold air, to clear the acrid mephitis of below deck of cards from her anterior naris. As she limped across the deck she was cognizant of a number of the sailors on deck of cards looking at her salaciously and grinning. The Virgin felt pangs of shame, despite the huge disbursement she had accrued. She pulled the turn up blanket around her shoulders for heat as the cold sea-breeze blew across the deck. She held on to the runway at the side of the ship to steady herself.

As she looked around her something began to nag inside her mind, something was wrong. As her straits cleared she realised what it was. Unlike the day before she could not see any coastline to either incline of the vas. Mary '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 class older than herself.

"self-justification me, sir, can you serve me a doubtfulness please ?"she said quietly.

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

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

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

The New human race ! Madonna 's optic bulged wide with surprise, and her jaw dropped in horror. The descent seemed to freeze in her veins as the cold realisation dawned upon her that she was going to spend more prison term aboard The Mayflower than she had ever thought ...