writer 's note : This is a story, and the author is cognisant that it is not 100 % historically accurate, although efforts have been made to assure some grade of naturalism. It is a work of fiction, however, and intended to be no Thomas More than that.



Madonna 's Unexpected Journey

"MORE ALE, doll, Sir Thomas More ALE !"the man cried, slamming his empty tankard on the wooden table, causing the flame from the candela in the centre to flicker. He and his three companions guffawed loudly and joined in a refrain of shouts for more, laughing, stamping their infantry on the flagstones and banging their own tankards.

With a benign smile, Mary filled two pitchers of ale from the drum 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 room.
Although they were getting a bit rowdy that was null unexpected - many sailor boy visited the larboard of Dartmouth College, its deep-water tidal estuary and high vale sides were the perfect shelter for all sizes of ships. These men were no exclusion, hardened gob each and, typical of boater ashore, drinking heavily.

However, they had good humour, and tipped well. Blessed Virgin was delight to serve well them, as she was most matelows, as her weekly remuneration of two shillings was paltry. summit from wealthy client could sometimes add several farthings to her pay.
Blessed Virgin had learned that if she wore the top of her blouse pulled low, and strapped her corset tightly, that men loved to look down the valley formed by the gap between her generous heart. Such men as those were inclined to tip more, and more often.

Virgin Mary was gladiola of her underbust corset, the only item of undergarments that she possessed. It held in her rounded stomach, and pushed up her breasts, giving her close to the figure she longed for, like the daguerreotypes of rich and regal ladies from capital of the United Kingdom which hung in the lobby of the town hall.

How Mary wished that one day she might chitchat Greater London, its glamour and mystique seemed a life removed from that of a piteous orphan girl in a small Devon townsfolk. Perhaps she might even go to a theatre to view a play by the man they called The Bard, who had died just a few yr earlier.

At twenty dollar bill, Mary was as old as the century itself. Her father, a Royal Navy bosun, had died at sea when she was aged two, in a clash with a vas of the Spanish dark blue, and her mother had succumbed to smallpox four years later.

Her upbringing in the Orphanage of nonpareil Christ 's had been austere and bleak, gruelling physical body of work and harsh treatment. Memories of being awoken early on chilly winter mornings, washing in coldness water, dressing in the iniquity then walking across to the adjacent Church of ideal rescuer 's in order to clean and polish up the ornate ironwork door, or dusting the interiors and seeing to the rood screen within came back to her mind.

Mary was slightly less unfortunate than some of the other children as an talent, a legacy of her forefather 's death in the service of the King, ensured that she received more substantial meals than otherwise, although she often gave some of her food away to former tike who remained hungry even after the daily supper of veggie broth and bread.

licking with a stick or bash were not uncommon, for girls as well as son, although Virgin Mary often escaped punishment due to her mental ability for severely transplant and an aptitude for schooltime lessons, a determination to one day escape her poorness driving her on.
She had proved an able and eager educatee in the classroom, learning her Book of Numbers by the age of nine, and her alphabetic character by thirteen.

The Virgin was shaken from her reverie as she reached the tabular array, and began pouring ale from her mound into the tankards of the waiting bluejacket. Their speech was coarse but good-natured, bantering with the young woman.

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

"Arr, I do keep cerebration of peaches for some reason !"said another.

One of the men grabbed Madonna's arse through the pleats of her annulus 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 navy man all laughed loudly.

The men had already tipped her a penny each, a day 's wages for a youth barmaid, and she well knew that mint of flirting would earn her Thomas More besides.

Most of the other client had slipped quietly into the dark of a Saturday night, the local anesthetic only too cognisant that sottish Seaman were best avoided, and although these were common soldier merchantmen rather than Royal Navy sailors they could still cause hassle later.

Old Joe, who ran the inn looked over from his office behind the bar and rolled his centre. Outwardly he tried to affect an air of disapproval of his barmaid 's flirting but he knew that it was good for business, and usually prevented drunken mariners from causing scathe in the bar.

Madonna had worked for him for five years now, and had been one of the skilful girls he had employed in his score of years running the inn known as The Carv 'd Angel. As Madonna 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 cabinet on the backrest of the bar, and removed a bottle of pomace brandy. Pouring the well-defined liquid into four drinking glass he placed them upon a tray. Blessed Virgin carried the tray to the table and set the meth before the men. One called out to the innkeeper.

"Landlord ! Another Methedrine, if thee will !"

Affecting an air of obfuscation, Joe poured another measure and placed it on the bar. Mary took it to the board and set it down, but the men clamoured for her to fuddle 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 spirits in order to move over them away then that was fine with him.

Mary lowered her aspect, cocked her head to one side and turned her center innocently upwards"Art thee tempting me with strong liquor, father ?"she asked, although the slim down argument of a smile on her fount belied her naïve words.

The men guffawed once Sir Thomas More, clapping loudly. One said"Arr, a lass such as thee, I daresay ye could ne'er address strong drink, eh ?"challenging her to down the drink.

"Oh no ?"said Mary, with an air of mock defiance. Picking up the glass she took a deep breath and raised the spyglass to her sassing, tipping the liquid state into her mouth and gulped it down in one.

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

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

Joe brought over the feeding bottle and refilled the glassful, giving The Virgin a disapproving scowl. Mary winked at him. He rolled his eyes once more, but gave Madonna a subtle answering split second.

"Leave the nursing bottle, landlord."said one of the men."And pray, let this young housemaid sit and take drink with us as a wages for her arduous travails this eve ?"He motioned for Mary to pull out up a wooden tush and get together them. Blushing slightly, Mary obeyed. It was a relief to sit down, having spent many minute on her human foot whilst she worked, the surd wooden shoes making her substructure ache, despite the bottle cork insoles she had fashioned for them.

Now turning to his comrades the man said"caput and tails for who doth pay ?"the company nodded, each fumbling in their pockets and producing canvass pouches. They all opened them, revealing a excerption of prosperous doubloons in each. Mary 's center opened wide at the money, glittering even in the dim light of the inn.

One of the men passed a coin to Mary, then they each slammed a coin down on the table, keeping it covered with their hired hand."Spin the coin, good lady."said one, and The Virgin tossed it into the air, catching it and placing it on the table. She noticed that the coins were in fact sovereigns, favorable Guinea worth twenty-one shillings each.

Her coin bore the ikon of the Martin Luther King, and the men removed their hands, revealing that three of them also had Heads. These men screamed with laughter, jeering their associate who reluctantly left his coin on the table, and added a 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 encompassing as he saw what the coins actually were.

"That should report 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 drumhead politely, and graciously smiled and confirmed that indeed, it was. He returned to the bar, leaving Madonna sitting with the four seafarers.

They drank another round of the brandy and introduced themselves to her ; john Cooper and Gilbert Edward Osborne Wilson, helmsmen, Richard Barbara Ward, cook and Robert Myles Standish, boatswain. They revealed that their ship, normally a consignment hauler, was currently sailing as a ferry"Carrying tribe along th'coast, porthole to port. Not th'to the highest degree excitin'o'stumble as yet, but the pay is good."said Cooper.


The Virgin found herself particularly attracted to Robert Standish, perhaps as his rank on the ship was the Saame as that of the father she could not recall, the father-figure she never had. They drank another cycle of spirits, emptying the bottle.

As he spoke of the ship 's journeying to foreign soil Blessed Virgin found herself imagining travelling the humanity. A pipe-dream for a poor girlfriend such as her, but a phantasy nonetheless.

By now, three large brandies were beginning to make Mary slightly giddy. Her pass 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 skins ?"

The company laughed uproariously at her naivety. cooper spoke"Indeed there be darkies in far-off earth, we 've seen them !"he chuckled"They wear no clothes, womanhood as w 'll as men - and the men all ha'humanity the size of your arm hanging down !"He placed the palm of his entrust hand in the crook of his right arm, and raised his right fist.

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

Sir Angus Wilson the cook chortled"You mean you hath never known a man ? I wager that is not the typesetter's case !"he said.

Blessed Virgin 's impertinence flushed red. Indeed she had known man. Several men in fact. Having left the orphanage at the age of 15 she had gained living accommodations with the widow Babbacombe, an aged charwoman who lived alone in a heavy firm following the death of her husband many geezerhood earlier. Old Mrs Babbacombe had taught her the secret of avoiding being with child. Her Son echoed still in Mary 's psyche"A week from the beginning o'the oath is fine, but ne'er the two week hence, then the fourth part week ye be good again."

Blessed Virgin had used this cognition to great advantage in the past. Once, after a brief liaison with a handsome Pres Young boatman who worked on the riverboats she had been given passage up the river for a day out in the securities industry town of Totnes, ten miles upstream, past the Village of Stoke Gabriel and Dittisham. It was the alone time in her lifetime The Virgin had ever left Dartmouth.

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

At church service on a Billy Sunday Mary frequently overheard talk behind her vertebral column suggesting that she ought to be put in the pillory in Captain John Smith Street, and that she brought disgrace upon the Town. Mary was unperturbed. After her hard breeding she was prepared to do whatever she needed to in monastic order to get by in life, and anathemise what anyone else thought.

right field now, she knew that it had been twenty-two Clarence Shepard Day Jr. from the kickoff of the condemnation, so safety was assured. She smiled, clutching once more at Standish 's arm."Mayhap I hath known of man. Mayhap I may eff 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 vacuous, Robert suggested that they depart, and invited The Virgin to take back with them to"confab our clean vessel for a clip"

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

As the five of them stumbled out into the night, past the carved cherub which stood above the doorway of the inn they looked back at the building, its black tarred oaken beams breaking up the whitewashed areas of wall. Virgin Mary blew out the lamp which hung outside the front man door and wrapped her shawl end around her shoulder. Summer was nearing its end, and the threat of autumn was in the air. She heard the bolts slide shut inside the room access, so she knew she was alone with the four sailors.

She had no veneration though, for although mariners could be a rough lot, they were generally salt-of-the-earth eccentric, and she felt strangely safe clutching Robert 's arm. The brandy warmed her insides, causing her to hit a piddling as they made their way from in high spirits Street down Broad Steps to the Embankment. Her shoes clattered on the wide flagstones and John Frank Cooper seized her other arm to stabilize her. He maintained his bobby pin as they descended, then they walked unsteadily past the Butterwalk along the prom towards their ship.

All four men chattered and joked, making respective lewd comment about Blessed Virgin 's plenteous assets, several of them groping her fundament on occasions, causing her to titter 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 incoming of the narrows that led to the Cove they crept quietly, not wishing to draw aid to the fact that a charwoman was being smuggled surreptitiously on dining table a vessel.

Like the Carv 'd Angel, the dock-master 's position was a marvelous Tudor building, its hush up walls broken up by nighttime tarred beams. As they neared the narrows they realised their cautiousness was unwarranted - in an office on the ground floor a night-watchman slumbered soundly in a chair. The five of them chortled, each placing their hands on their mouths and whispering"Hushhh !"to one another.

As they came out onto Bayard 's Cove itself the ship, a four-masted vessel of a good 30 yards in length could be seen at the far end of the short wharf. In the moonlight Mary read the epithet of the watercraft, engraved upon a plaque below the captain 's way in the stern of the ship.

The fragrance of the salinity air filled Mary 's nostrils as she walked along the quay.

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

Mary did so, to no relevance though as from behind her a yoke of workforce covered her eyes. She heard muttering then a articulation said softly"This 'll cure thy hics, middling maid"she suddenly gasped as a pair of hired hand grasped her knocker, and a pair of lip covered her own. A tongue wriggled its way into her oral cavity, exploring deeply. She felt the man in front of her press close, the hard lout of his manhood pressing against her belly. Behind her the man holding her eyes also pressed close, rubbing his pelvis against her backside. He too had a hard gawk, pressed against her behind.

With a sudden startle Virgin 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 than tempered however both by the after-effects of the brandy and the feelings coursing through her body as she felt two sexually excited men spiral against her. She could palpate herself moistening inside, as she realised that she had nix to lose. Madonna 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 town, so no-one would ever know what she had done.

Suddenly she was released from their traveling bag and drag up a gang-plank onto the deck of the ship. From there she was hastened into a way at the rump of the main deck,"Steerage"she was told. In the centre of the room a widely pole protruded upwards from a hole in the deck, as tall as a man. The tush of the elbow room was dominated by a galvanic pile of folded canvass sheets.

In the gloom someone lit an oil lamp, throwing a foreign yellowy glow across the elbow room. Robert held a digit to his lips"Quietly now, we shall not wake our passenger, lads !"he warned.

A minuscule spooky now, Blessed Virgin turned to front the four men. In the light she could see that their centre were fixed upon her, travelling over ever in of her soundbox, their lusty smiling only serving to sharpen her gumption of anticipation.

The smell of caulk and pitch, mixed with the reek of sweat and weewee seemed to emanate from the very boards of the ship itself. Mary paused for a mo, unsure of what to do.

Suddenly cooper spoke"wellspring total on then, let us see it !"

Taking a rich breath, Madonna turned around, slipped off her shoes, the soften woods of the board cool against her feet. She undid the fastening to the side of the waist band of her skirt, and let it settle to the floor, exposing her bare wing and tail. She stepped out of the skirt and turned back to front the four men, who had stepped forward and surrounded her.

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

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

Obediently, Mary crossed her arms and began to pull her blouse upwards. As she did so, her pendulous knocker swung detached, propped upwards by the girdle below them. Before she had even lifted the blouse off her principal a pair of lips clamped down onto each of her teat, and hands grasped at the smooth, goose-bumped E. B. White form exposed. She tugged the garment free, to see that it was Ward and James Fenimore Cooper who suckled at her breasts, their hands sliding up the inside of her thighs, stroking over her pubis, fingerbreadth running through her pubic hair.

Robert reached out for her face with both hired hand, pulling it towards his own, and kissing her, his glossa reaching into her mouth, probing, exploring. Behind her Wilson fondled her rear, his fingers kneading the form of her derriere, his breath hot upon her berm as he pressed against her, his mouth kissing the nape of her neck, 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 bass into her. Blessed Virgin let out a moan of pleasure, closing her eyes and allowing the men free reign with her body.

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

Ward released her mightily boob from his mouthpiece and fell to his knees. Cooper continued to wet-nurse her left hand chest, his left manus grasping her relinquish nipple. The worthless tone of his digit betrayed the fact that it had been he who had fingered her so close to an orgasm.

She gasped once more when Montgomery Ward gripped her hip joint and pulled them firmly towards his face, burying it into her, his tongue extending to flick around her engorged clitoris. She squealed with surprisal and joy, as no man had ever done that before - she had allowed men to come in their cocks in her sassing, but had been unaware that the verso was even possible, never mind so pleasurable. Her trunk quivered as he lapped away at her now dripping hole.

Cooper now lifted his backtalk away from her bosom, his clapper describing a line up between her breasts, both his hands now manipulating her nipples. His sass planted a melodic phrase of osculation up her neck, over her Kuki-Chin and unto her lips, then his tongue began to research her mouth.

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

Suddenly she felt herself be dragged backwards and away from the embracing of Ward and barrel maker, downwards towards the atomic pile of canvas sail behind her. E. O. Wilson firmly pushed her down, her body flat out, him kneeling behind her head, above her face. He pulled down his trouser to his genu, his raise hammer springing out. Madonna knew what he expected of her, but for the first time she spread her legs broad, raised her genu, heels on the canvas, pointed to the center of her groin and spluttered"more, more of that my good men !"

She then tilted her capitulum back and suppliantly opened her mouth. Sir Angus Wilson placed a hand under the backrest of her neck, lifting her head up and sliding his cock into the waiting opening. Madonna 's wishing were granted as she felt a sass lend oneself itself to her private parts, a glossa invading her intimately.

Her own lingua worked on the member in her backtalk, licking at the swollen head, before James Wilson pushed down hard. Her head tilted back, Mary 's throat easily accepted the intrusion, and Wilson began to slither in and out, at get-go slowly then quicker. Madonna gasped for breathing time between stroking, her consistence wriggling with pleasance from the whiz throbbing through her physical structure as an stranger natural language delighted her down below.

That tongue withdrew, and was quickly replaced by another, whilst coarse-skinned men stroked and fondled her stallion trunk, the roughness of their weathered hide contrasting with the soft, smooth skin of the young cleaning woman, the friction serving to enhance her pleasure further.

Hands stroked up and down her thighs, over her stomach and bosom. A twosome of hands wriggled under her and kneaded her buttocks. Mary surrendered herself to the ecstasy of sexual contact.

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

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

She had little chance to reflect though as she felt a body climb on top of her, positioning itself between her still raised and spread out legs. She looked down to see Baroness Jackson of Lodsworth, his breeches pulled to his knees, steering his hard cock towards her slit. He reached her, sliding easily into the dripping wet jam. She gasped as the cock invaded her, the intemperate organ filling her interior.

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

"Hush, my peach !"he said softly"This 'll keep thee quiet, for indisputable"

Mary 's mind began to reel - the sensations of having two shaft in her at once, knowing she was pleasing two men at the same fourth dimension was both stimulate and empowering. She sucked obediently at the peter, between gasps as ward continued to hammer away at her, his hands grasping her pelvic girdle, pulling them up to meet his poke. Her caput jerked with the round, causing Cooper to open out his own stifled groan of pleasance.

Her body began to flutter and her mind began to spin around as the thrill rose within her. She could find her warmheartedness pounding in her chest then gave a suspiration as orgasm overtook her. She could sense a rush of superfluous moistness within her vagina, even as the cock continued to plough into her. Her arms and peg trembled and her pelt prickled with the joy of it all.

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

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

Now, it was hospital ward 's rooster which slid into her invitingly open sassing, while Cooper took her from behind, his turncock pushing its way into her vagina, burying itself deep within her. Her entire consistence tingled with the superstar of the orgasm still thrilling her.

With the cock in her mouth, Mary savoured the musky taste of her own juices, mixing with the flesh of cellblock and the last oddment of the savour of Wilson 's touchwood. Barbara Ward placed his hands upon her point and began to fuck her sass. Her body rocked backwards and forwards, her bosom swinging to and fro with the rhythm of Peter Cooper 's thrusts from the stern. As the men synchronised their jab Virgin Mary felt her pleasure arise once more.

To her astonishment another climax ripped through her consistence, causing her to tremble and milk shake. Her psyche exploded with pleasure. The Virgin had never experienced more than one orgasm at a clock time - she had not been cognisant that it was even possible ! Her pelvis wriggled, grinding against cooper, who gave an agonise oink, then Mary felt a stream of hot cum shoot deep inside her, its warmheartedness physical evidence of the pleasure she was giving to the men, delighting her even more.

When Cooper withdrew from her, she focussed her aid now solely on the dick filling her rima oris. The Virgin 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 right hand and grasping the base of the shaft, wringing her bridge player gently around it as she pulled her principal away, then wrapped her tongue expertly around the head, using the tip of her clapper to stimulate that most raw field just below the groundwork of the pass, where the prepuce joins the shaft.

Ward gave out a guttural moan, then semen ejaculated powerfully from the tip, the low gear injection splattering against her face. Duteously opening her rima oris wide, the next guesswork discharged directly into her mouth. She hastily placed her lips around the tip of the cock, sucking furiously as the rest of his load fired into her mouth in hot jar, gulping it down.

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

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

Now, glancing over her berm she saw Robert climb onto the atomic reactor of canvas behind her, pulling his breeches down to disclose his stiff stopcock. She smiled, eager to please but the smile vanished from her lips as she felt the man steer his punishing prick into the wisecrack between her derriere, rubbing it up and down, probing towards her anus.

"NO !"she cried"Please sire, not there, I beseech thee !"long-buried bad remembering flooded into her mind of the Rector 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 terror, attempted to wriggle free.

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

Mary struggled against him, but his warm hands grasped her pelvic girdle strongly. She felt a twosome of hands grip her ankles, dragging her legs further apart. A moment dyad of hands suddenly held her subdivision, pinning her in situation. She heard Robert 's vox once more.

"biscuit !"he commanded,"Fetch some grog and some goof lubricating oil, this one will be a tight 'un mayhap."

"Aye, aye bosun !"responded Baroness Jackson of Lodsworth, departing the way into the shadow beyond.

Mary 's gist pounded in her chest as the pecker continued to rub between her buttocks, droplets of liquid dribbled from it, beginning to lubricate its passage. Suddenly Ward returned.

"Try this Rob !"he puffed, passing a wooden bowling ball to the bo's'n. Ward then grasped Mary 's jaw, tilting her read/write head back, and squeezing her mouth surface. He tipped the contentedness of a small wooden jug into her rima oris and held on, forcing her to swallow.

The bitter-sweet sting of the liquidity burned down her throat and into her gut. The Virgin recognised the gustation of Rum immediately, the harsh liquor almost instantly making her tone light-headed. Someone forced a short distance of Mexican valium crossways into her mouth.

Her head began to finger abstemious, as she swivelled it around to see Robert larding his erection with a grey slimy heart. Mrs. Humphrey Ward dipped his hand into the trough and, scooping up some of the fat with his finger's breadth began to slap it around, and then into, her slopped maw. Madonna 's headway drooped forward, hanging listlessly.

Suddenly she felt a thrust as the cock invaded her rear. Her head shot up, her eyes bulging. The aesthesis of the spacious 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 small-arm of rope.

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

Mary realised that the pain was less than the first time she had been with a man, LE than the curse even. The cock slid back, then slowly in again. It began to feel at first supportable, then comfortable, and finally pleasurable.

She spat out the circle. Her breath came in gasp as the peter began to squeeze, picking up speed as it slid in and out of her, the goose-fat causing slurping disturbance as it entered her.

A hand slipped under her and a finger began to stroke her clitoris. Her trepidation turned to drunken joy as her pleasure arose. Another pair of hands massaged her breasts. As Robert increased his speed, both of his thrusts and the digit now sliding easily through her wet slit she felt another sexual climax lift up inside her, her physical structure quivering with the sensations. She groaned as she came, the waves of pleasure rippling through her body as she felt the man shoot his hot load into her.

He withdrew, releasing her from his range, and she collapsed forward, panting, spent, exhausted and drunk. In a haze she felt the men thank her, and bid her goodnight. A brace of sassing kissed hers, followed by her hand being lifted and kissed upon its back. A promote candy kiss landed on her forehead.

Too exhausted even to move, Virgin Mary curled into the fetal perspective. Her heart closed. As she drifted into a happy slumber she was aware of individual dragging a analyse sheet over her, covering her nearly raw body.

When Blessed Virgin woke her headland pounded. Her mouth was dry and her tummy queasy. Her fanny ached. Her eyes hurt as shafts of light drilled into them, She closed them briefly then squinted. She was vaguely cognisant of two men standing with their rachis to her, both of them grasping the large wooden pole in the core of the elbow room, one pushing agin it, the other pulling from the early side.

As the issue of the previous night flooded back to her she felt a blossom of pity. Realising that she wore only her corset, she tried to reach her clothes, still scattered on the deck of cards nearby. ineffectual to hand 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 glory. Mary recognised cooper and Mount Wilson as they smiled leeringly.

"Good sunrise my ravisher !"said one, laughing.

Her face flushed with embarrassment, she grabbed the clothes and hastily skid back under the canvas, fumbling the garments into blank space. When she re-emerged she straightened her habiliment and slipped her animal foot into her wooden shoes with some difficultly, as she was swaying, hardly able to stand up 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 ! Virgin Mary gasped in fear and admiration then ran to the threshold, looking out to see green coastline to her right, and zippo but sea to her left.

Panic began to sate her mind. What was going to happen to her ? How was she going to get dwelling ?

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

"father !"she squeaked, the scare now rising in her nous"What fashion be this ? Am I to be a enwrapped ?"

Robert laughed, kindly. He smiled down at her.

"We tried to wake thee, but thy slumber was too deep."he said"We thought thy might demand of log Z's so we left thee there. We will retrieve solid ground later this day, and thee can retort in a stagecoach."

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

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

Mary opened it and was astonished to see four golden composition inside. Her oculus opened all-embracing. Each coin was worth Sir Thomas More than she earned in two months at the backer !

Feeling of shame flux with elation as she realised that this was the ample she had ever been, or was ever likely to be.

Robert spoke once again"We will constitute earth in a few 60 minutes, there 's surely to be a manager saltation for Dartmouth College. Til then if thee go see cooky forward there,"he pointed to a door across the deck, near the bow of the ship"he 'll sort out a breakfast for thee."

Mary 's venter churned from both the motion of the ship and the John Barleycorn of the Night before, so she politely declined the idea of nutrient, but went forward anyway for a drink of H2O for her parched mouth.

When she reached the cookhouse, Ward grinned at her, a knowing smile combining with a lecherous leer. Blushing, Blessed Virgin asked for some pee, which she drank. Not knowing what to do next she went out on deck, breathing in the clear sea air. Some of the rider were up on deck now, taking in the airs themselves. Mary felt a sudden upsurge of embarrassment - what if any of them and been awoken the night before, and cried shame upon her ? Hastily she returned to the steering, sitting herself down on the quite a little of sail canvass upon which so practically had taken place the night before.

Cooper and Wilson smiled at her. Blushing she thanked them for their gratuity. They chortled. Gary Cooper said"Ye can give thanks 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 eyes looked down at the deck In her idea a battle raged. It was a terrible thing she had done, but still, the money would buy her many sumptuousness. She fervently hoped she would be home by nightfall - Mrs Babbacombe, although used to Blessed Virgin not coming home 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 Falls on Monday.

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

Eventually there were cry out on the deck. The Virgin went out to see a bustling harbour, with many ships already moored. Walking over to the boatswain she asked him where they were.

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

Madonna 's tenderness jumped in her chest. Plymouth ! She had heard so lots about it, a great nautical larboard for both His Majesty 's navy blue and many bottom too. A vast urban center, with a universe of nearly twenty 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 boat docked, and Mary was able to go ashore up a gang-plank. Following her were several of the rider. Standing at the track Henry Martyn Robert called out to them, his overlooking voice booming out amid the hub-bub and noise of the busy quay"Aware ! We are here but to take up on sweet water supply. We sail again on the next falling tide, thee hath but an hour to fall !"

Madonna looked back, taking one final stage look down at the ship. She patted the bag of coins, its drawstring coiled around a skirt button for safety and tucked inside the cincture. With a smile she turned on her heel and ventured along the bustling dock towards the metropolis itself.

By now her hangover had passed, and she felt suddenly athirst - it had been almost a day since she had eaten, a lunch of bread and cheeseflower taken during her falling out at the holy person. Her tummy rumbled angrily.

As she left the docks behind she wended her way into the hustle and bustle of the busy city. Men shouted roughly, horse-drawn cart clip-clopped along, street trader yelled their sales patter, women hastened to and fro. A fair sex stood on a street corner openly offering her wile to passer.

Mary 's jaw dropped with amazement at the shamelessness of it all, but her shock was suddenly tempered by the dusty 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 head up, no longer ashamed of herself.

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

Blessed Virgin strolled through the streets, taking in the baffle ken and phone of the city, a world away from her humble home-town.

Mary 's nostril caught the wholesome odor of nutrient drifting through the air, and she espied a trafficker with a handcart laden with parcel of wrapped material. The piece of ground gave off a swoon steam, and the flavour of broil meat and vegetables drifted forth. A star sign proclaimed the portion to contain"Kernow Pastyes of the finest kinde home baked ”.

Mary was fellow 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, variant of them were coarse upon the tables of working tribe across the whole region.

Her mouth salivated at the thought of a true Cornish Pasty - she knew that the hand-held pleasure would dwell of beef mixed with onions, root vegetables and garlic, wrapped in pastry and baked in an oven.

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

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

The man 's centre opened wide at the sight of the fortunate musical composition."What is THAT ?"he snarled"Some fake or forgery ?"

"No, father, tis a tangible monarch I assure thee !"Mary said hastily.

His face was rigid as he replied"Well, that 's as maybe jeune fille, but even if thee speak the verity a pasty is but a penny-farthing. I have no change to touch your coin so I shall take in to admit the hale coin !"

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

The man 's side and voice were harsh"Then get thee away from here, insolent bird ! 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 stoppage. A new man stood there, a smile upon his face.

"Pray, lady, thousand seemst to be lost in this town, mayhap I can aid thee ?"he said, in a friendly voice.

The Virgin sniffed, choking back the snag"Please, fair sir. I am adrift here, and I wish to get aboard a coach back to the South Hams this very day, in order to rejoin to my family in Dartmouth."

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

Blessed Virgin continued"Dost thee know of a standstill for mail-coaches perchance, one of which might have a seat aboard to carry me there ?"

"Indeed I do, good noblewoman !"he replied"Follow me, for I shall guide thee to the stand whence coach-and-four depart."

A thankful Mary followed the young man, glad to find a helpful Samaritan in this teeming city. They ducked and weaved through a busy street, then turned into a quieter slope street. The man hastened into an back street.

Mary paused, unsure of her surroundings.

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

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

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

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

She wondered what she could do. Suddenly she thought of the only familiar matter she knew of in this vast seat, the only mass she knew in this pot of souls.

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

Where was the harbor ? She puzzled, trying to construct her whole tone. Finding her way back onto the main street she stopped a passer-by"Please sir, which way is the pier ?"she asked.

The man looked at her with disdain"That way poor fish wench,"he muttered, gesturing down the street with an arm"keep going downhill until thy ft be wet !"

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

The sun was take down now in the sky, long shadows were beginning to fill the streets with gloom. Virgin Mary guessed that the meter for the ship to sail must be near. Her affectionateness rhythm ever faster as she scurried along, reaching the harbour. She raced along the wharf, searching for the ship.

The falling dimpse made the many sauceboat moored there reckon almost identical but suddenly she chanced upon it, the name-plate still visible in the murk. To her repugnance she saw that men were beginning to airlift the gang-plank free of the ship which now stood high school 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 appal stevedores on the harbourside paused momentarily, long enough for Mary to scamper up the wooden board onto the deck.

Henry Martyn Robert Myles Standish 's face was a mixture of bewilderment and smiles. Mary took one flavour at him and burst into tears, throwing herself at him and clinging to his chest.

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

Henry M. Robert gave her a disgustful grinning"I am sure we can accommodate thee, pretty maid."he said"Go back to steering, and let us see thee whence we have departed the harbour."

Obediently The Virgin returned to the steerage cabin to the aft of the deck, wiping her optic on the hem of her shawl. John Cooper was there, and he gave a storm rise of his eyebrows at her appearance then smiled, a lecherous grinning as his eyes travelled up and down her curvy body. Another man stood alongside him, a young fair-haired man whom The Virgin had not seen before. Both were stripped to the waist, their singlet cast down to the deck beside them.

"Welcome, pretty maidservant ! proficient to see thee once more !"James Fenimore Cooper said.

With an air of astonishment the younger man, who was perhaps the same age as Mary or More like a couple of class younger said"Is this the housemaid from final stage night of which one thousand hast spoken ?"

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

Both men leered at her. Blessed Virgin was too wear upon, hungry and down-beaten to concern. She flopped down on the cumulation of canvas sheets at the aft of the room, the very Lapplander passel upon which she had enjoyed such orgasmic pleasure just the night before.

There was much shouting going on outside the Steerage cabin, The Virgin recognised Miles Standish 's interpreter bellowing orders to unseen men high above in the rigging commanding them to aline the sails to remove good vantage of the wind that that was blowing up down through Plymouth sound.

Above the steering other voices shouted control down through an open hatch to Cooper and the young man, as they grasped the expectant rod 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 Isaac Stern of the ship against the currents of the river as it flowed out into the tides of the open sea.

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

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

Gary Cooper and his assistant heaved at the pole, dragging it to the left. Despite the rapidly cooling temperature as the drawing of cold autumnal sea air blew into the cabin, both men were sweating with the effort of controlling the direction of the ship 's travel. Even in her rumpled and weary State Mary could not help but notice the two men 's rippling muscular body, their well-developed biceps bulging alongside their taut, plane stomachs. She felt a familiar chill within her, deep below her belly as she admired their physiques and remembered her sexual adventures 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 axial motion from prow to aft so Mary guessed they were now safely at sea. Peter Cooper introduced the other man as Christopher Benbury, whilst lighting a pair of oil-lamps at either side of the room. Mary began to explain her plight when the cabin doorway opened and a Brigham Young cabin-boy, perhaps six years young than Mary herself entered, bearing a tray.

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

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

The cabin-boy looked towards Mary, noticing her for the first time in the murk. He gasped.

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

The two helmsmen chortled.

"The very like !"Cooper declared.

The cabin-boy stared at Madonna, his regard travelling from her hair and brass down her torso and back up to her white meat, where he stared for several seconds, am amazed grin upon his case. He was interrupted from his abstraction by a flashy cough from Cooper.

Blushing the boy set the tray down beside Virgin Mary and fled from the cabin, pausing only momentarily to glance back at the abashed woman still sitting to the hindquarters of the cabin. He disappeared.

Mary picked up the tray and saw that upon it was a wooden plate with some cold cuts of nub and a hunk of dough, a lidded roll with a spoon alongside and a large wide-bottomed wooden beaker. She lifted the lid of the bowl and saw that it contained pottage, that nourishing veggie porridge which was a staple meal for all but the very richest. She took a swig from the beaker and spluttered as the taste hit the cover of her throat. It was ale of some sort, but with a bunko to it. Thirsty, she cared not and took another gulp, then spooned some of the potage into her mouth. Although it was but lukewarm it was the first proper food she had eaten for over a day.

Blessed Virgin picked up a leg of poultry from the plate and bit deeply into it, tearing off its nitty-gritty hungrily. There was some sliced cold boeuf too, which she ate with aplomb. Soon she had finished all the food, and downed the peculiar ale too.

She set the tray to one position and laid back on the canvas, her stomach aching slightly with dyspepsia and her question spinning from the ale.

Peter Cooper had left the cabin for a while, and Virgin Mary noticed that Sir Humphrey Gilbert E. O. Wilson had replaced him at the pole. She gave him a grinning, although her nerve flushed a small as she recalled the taste of his sperm from the premature night. He nodded to her and smiled, he too blushing.

Suddenly Cooper returned and spoke"So, reasonable 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 practiced nature of yourselves. Mayhap thee can observe kindness in your hearts to aid me ?"

Cooper 's face set sternly, although the cut line of a smiling belied his stentorian tone"Well, maiden, 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 crew who would reward thee similarly for your charms though !"

Mary gasped"Sire ?"

Cooper 's spokesperson was flat, that of a merchant driving a hard deal"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 toy with More !"he, Angus Frank Johnstone Wilson and Benbury began to fix the rudder-pole in property with various thick ropes.

Blessed Virgin 's jaw dropped in surprise as the enormity of what was expected of her sunk in. The inviolable ale coursed through her mineral vein now though, and the memories of the hitherto never before live pleasures of the nighttime returned to her mind. She realised that when the boat found dry land tomorrow she would need money to return to her home plate, and there was only one way she could earn it. If she was rewarded in the manner of before then not only could she return, but return with a big meed to boot. If she refused she would be no more than than a penniless beggar, a hapless floater in a strange town.

Her cheek reddened, but a wry grin crossed her typeface"Why good sire, if I am to be rewarded in the manner of finally night 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 attention so highly during the day !"

Mary blushed deeply, realising that she had been the issue of a lot discussion among the men, but inside her a shiver of fervour crackled. She could feel a moistening within her, and she sat upright, fidgeting slightly as her vagina tingled with the prospect of a repeat of the dark before.

Cooper stamped his kicking hard down upon the deck three times, and shortly after the cabin door swung spread. Henry M. Robert Standish entered, followed by three more unnamed men, who were ushered in by Richard Montgomery Ward, who carried a wooden flask and a lidded pot.

Mary now found herself alone in a room with eight men. Her centre stretched panoptic with fear and excitement at the intellection of what was to observe. She felt swooning, and staggered a little 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 of grog I added made it a hearty brew indeed !"

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

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

Her weeping chest swung freely, all the men in front of her gazing at them. Some licked their sass in expectation. Standish 's hands now moved swiftly to the waistcloth of her skirt and deftly undid the button which held it smashed. The skirt dropped down her legs, pooling around her ankle joint. She stepped free of it, kicking off her shoes as she did so.

The male arms which wrapped her body now fiddled with the lacing at the top of her corset, hardened, powerful fingers nevertheless easily undoing the greyback 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 plenteous hips. It dropped to the floor, 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 recognize the gens of, she realised with a shock.

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

Suddenly she felt Standish 's lips softly kiss her ear, nuzzling at her lobe then running a personal credit line of soft candy kiss down her neck. His hands slid up her rib-cage to her titty, where he massaged them slowly, then began to work with her teat. She shivered from the lenify pleasure, her second joint wobbling as she shivered.. Reaching down with her hand to her pubis, she began to stroke her throbbing button with a one finger, the juice of her snatch glistening in the light of the oil-lamps.

That was all the signal the remaining men needed, and they fell upon her, hands grabbing at her physical structure, some softly some more rough. As on the dark before, it was ward who knelt and began to pleasure her with his spit, lapping at her clit and sliding a finger deep into her. Mary 's body gyrated involuntarily with joy. She felt herself gently but firmly steered back onto the canvas where, as before she opened her branch wide to ease access to her intimate parts.

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

"Whitney Moore Young Jr. Chris ! She be nice and wet for thee now, lad - in thee go !"

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

Nervously the immature man approached the sprawled female form before him. Pulling down his britches he climbed onto the canvas and shuffled himself between Mary 's invitingly unresolved thigh. She smiled at him, the reckless motley of inebriant and intimate exhilaration making her totally uninhibited.

She gave a moan of pleasure as she felt his cock slide into her. She closed her eyes as he began to pierce his humanity into her. However after only a few strokes she felt a sudden jet of hotness within her belly, accompanied by a chorus line of cry from the assembled men. She gave a groan of disappointment as she felt the cock withdraw from her.

Madonna opened her center to see the Loretta Young man being man-handled up and away from her, his cock vellication as heart ejaculated from it, splattering onto her belly and thighs.

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

Mary put her hand over her mouth to stifle a giggle as she realised what had occurred. She looked around the men, making eye physical contact with each as she used her digit to scoop up the spermatozoon from her tummy, then sucked the sticky fluid from her fingerbreadth, extending her tongue to solve them clean. She repeated this for the sperm on her thigh, and finally fingered her vagina with two fingerbreadth, slurping loudly as she sucked off the juices, the taste of her own musk predominant.

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

In his commanding manner, Robert Miles Standish reminded them to keep back the noise down lest they cause offensive or warning device among the passengers

The men all stared at her, some now rubbing protrusion in their crotches. Standish pulled Mary upright to a sitting position. Her legs dangled over the edge of the canvas pile, her unornamented feet touching the knockout wooden display panel of the deck. He pulled down his pants and his erecting sprang free, invitingly conclude to Mary 's sassing, who wasted no time in grasping it with both hands and placed her lips around its regal head. Cooper stamped his understructure once more.

Mary rocked her head back and forth, sucking hard. One hand gripping the base of the tool, the other gently tickling and teasing his balls, a fingertip reaching almost to his anus then stroking delicately forward, he gave audible groan of delight.

Mary could feel the hullabaloo construction within his soundbox but before he could blurt out into her mouth, he pulled away. She looked up at him with disappointment.

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

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

Mary 's jaw dropped as she saw several more men enter the cabin. A dozen pairs of eyes regarded her now, as three of the men who were already there leaped onto the canvas tent and dragged her backwards. One climbed immediately on top of her and entered her roughly, but her dribble vagina easily allowed the penetration, the hammer slipping into her with a brief slurp.
A second man twisted her top dog to one side of meat and forced his member into her mouth.
She felt her helping hand being guided to the third cock. Instinctively she grasped it and began to stroke it, falling into the regular recurrence of the man thrusting late inside her.

Mary writhed with pleasure as the men pumped and pushed into her until finally the man penetrating her pull sack up and shot his lading across her belly, the fond splattering of the come tickling her sensify skin.

She heard cooper 's voice"Good man, we 'll not fill her with spunk just yet, we do n't want a sticky wicket gate for all the blighter that follow !"

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

She worked the dick in her rima oris as she had done Standish 's, her willing mouth accommodating the cock easily, her tongue expertly flickering around the pounding member, her hands stroking the foundation, teasing the chunk until finally the hot taste of sperm shot into her mouth, and then almost simultaneously the man behind her withdrew, shooting his punk into the low of her back, creating a warm sticky pool there.

She was aware of a nude man lying beside her, and her body was pulled on top on his. Mary sat up, kneeling astride him as he slid his cock into her. Blessed Virgin had never has sex with a man in such way before, but began to turn on him instinctively, thrusting her hips forward and back, up and down. She was surprised to find that the cock seemed to go deeper than ever within her, the tip banging against the front wall of her vagina, causing feelings of joy and delight hitherto unknown region and the pleasance boiled up, causing a high-pitched squeal of pleasure to head for the hills her rim as an sexual climax fluttered through her body.

She rammed her hips down hard, holding them still as the Wave of X flowed through her, radiating from her vagina out through her body, ripples of pleasure flowing down to the tips of her toes, along her arms to the ending of her fingers and up to her principal, where her mind swam, stars appearing before her eyes.

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

Madonna wriggled liberal of his reach and, panting, took another gulp of rum from the flaskful on the floor faithful by.

A virile voice said"So, like it on top do thee, thy young cocotte ?"The unknown man laid beside her and pulled her on top of himself in the manner of the previous man. Mary smiled down at him and began to ride him as she had done a few bit earlier.

The room was wax of the croak chatter of excited 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 vocalisation say"As you were, men ! Just though that I should attach to thee upon this spree."

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

Madonna felt a second man press himself close behind her, his pie-eyed cock nudging between the flapping cheeks of her rump, his hands grasping her flanks. The un-mistakable representative of Henry Martyn Robert Miles Standish cut through the clamour.

"She 'll take it up there just mulct, Capt'n - but you 'll involve a bridge player or two of grease to smooth your way into that passage !"he laughed.

Blessed Virgin twisted her body, turning to see Standish opening the lidded pot that cooky had carried from the galley and offering it to the man behind her. She felt, as before, the smack of dusty goose grease into the valley between her buttocks. As she thrust her pelvis to and fro on the man still beneath her she felt a oleaginous finger slide into her anus.

Suddenly her drift were stopped by a brace of strong hands gripping the love-handles on her sides, pulling her upwards. She felt something probing the rim of her anus, then pressure as it slowly pushed inside her. Once more she felt her dead body invaded, as if a fist had been pushed up deep into her, reaching through her backbone up to her stomach. This fourth dimension however there was no bother, just an tremendous feeling of penetration, of intrusion. The thought process of giving herself so totally, so intimately to a man only served to increase the feelings of wanton gratification.

The stopcock began to slide backwards, then forwards, driving her hips down under the weight and back onto the rooster of the man below her. Now there were two cocks within her at once, and her optic bulged with joy. The whiz of summate fulfilment, not only her own physical joy but the genial pleasure of knowing she could satisfy two men at once, lifted her to new heights of delight, above bare bodily orgasm but to an airy domain of unutterable consummation.

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

Their lust sated, the men released her, and she slumped sideways onto the canvas, shuddering with delight as the orgasms echoed through her dead body. In the gloom she was astonished to see four Thomas More men, all stripped naked and all rubbing their erect cocks !

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

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

Mary resigned herself to what was about to happen. She sighed and took a 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 torso on top of his.

With her back to him Mary felt him steer his putz into her spine transit, still greasy from the goose fat that had been applied there. A mo man pushed his naked pelvic girdle against hers and forced his cock into her pussy. A thirdly man knelt behind her head teacher, and that of the man beneath her and, cradling her neck with his men, tilted her head upside down, exposing her back talk and throat.

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

alien hands grasped at her jiggling breasts, manipulating, squeezing and twisting them until she felt a weight press down on her venter, and a duet of thighs power play against her ribcage. A pair of hands grasped her breasts, squeezing them together. She felt a cock force its way into the tight valley between them and the man astride her began to rub his manhood against her.

Strange hands take hold of both her own hands, and she felt them conduct her finger around two more than rampant cocks. Having lost controller of her consistency, surrendering it to the wiles of the men, Mary struggled to stay in control of her idea as she realised that she was now pleasuring six men at once.

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

In an almost dreamlike state of matter she felt paw fudge her body into different positions, felt different pecker slide in and out of her every orifice, felt ever more cum on her and in her. Virgin Mary 's creative thinker drifted away into a daze of oblivion.

Suddenly she awoke with a outset to find another man 's strange font above her, his expression of triumph evident as he released yet another waterspout 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. Mary tried to object, but all her voice could carry off was a low croak. Her trunk felt too light to refuse, so Blessed Virgin resigned herself once more to the lustfulness of the man, her branch limp with exhaustion. She drifted back to sleep while he rode her.

When The Virgin awoke once More it was daylight. The rays of autumn sunshine streamed directly down through the opening above the Steerage cabin, hurting her eyes. She found herself covered not only by a flap of the canvass, but a soft blanket had been wrapped around her.

Every muscle in her consistency ached, every articulatio in every limb felt as if it had been stretched beyond its limits. Her jaw ached from the amount of metre it been extended the night before to adapt so many prick. Her vagina was dry and sore, and her rump burned as though a hot ember had been inserted there. Her mamilla were sore to the soupcon, even the rub of the indulgent blanket upon them made her flinch with pain. A dry sassing and a thunderous headache compounded her suffering.

As her eyes accustomed themselves to the scape of the noon sun Mary saw two men stationed at the rudder-pole. Although she did not know their epithet, one was conversant, his was one of the faces that had joyously ridden her the Night before. She struggled to distinguish the early. 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 time she could care less about her openness, she let the blanket downfall to the floor as she picked up her apparel and painfully began to dress, every nerve in her body protesting at the move. She noticed a trickle of dry rip on the back of her leg.

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

Madonna groaned inside. He too had been one of the men to whom she had surrendered herself. Both men now smiled at her. One muttered a few words to the early, unhearable to Mary but both men laughed, hearty guffaw from each so she guessed that it had been some kind of derisory or lascivious comment.

One of the men went to the doorway of the cabin and, holding his hands to his sassing, let out a hoot like an owl. An suffice razzing came back from the former end of the ship. Within a few moments the unseasoned cabin-boy appeared once more, again carrying a tray.

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

He stammered"T-th-this is-is from cooky ma'am."then turned and ran from the way at full phase of the moon skin, disappearing across the pack of cards towards the fo'c'sle.

The two steersman chuckled.

Blessed Virgin shuffled uneasily with the actualisation that so many men had had her during the night. Brazen and wanton she had truly been. What must they imagine 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 bed sheet there, beside where thee slept, ye shalt see a bag containing a fair bountifulness for your dark 's endeavours, miss."

Cringing, Mary lifted the sheet upon which she had given so lots for the lowest two nights. Her eyes fell upon a bag of heavy waver cloth, tied up with a corduroy threaded through a series of fix around the top.

She hefted the bag in her hand. It felt dense, and clinked with the sound of coins. Shyly Mary kept her book binding to the men and surreptitiously counted the coins. She tipped them out into a well she formed by pooling her sopor blanket before her, and popping them one at a time back into the bag. To her astonishment, there were xlii gold small-arm, and one gulden ! Although the Dutch florin was worth two Kenyan shilling, and so was equal to Mary 's weekly wage at the Angel, it was insignificant compared to the favorable guineas, each worth XXI shillings.

Mary tried to comprehend how a great deal money the totality was. She totted up the pounds in her caput, and realised that it would fill her almost ten years to pull in that amount. She was robust !

Any shame she felt at her exploit vanished, as she realised she could now live out all her dreams. She could natter London, buy elegant clothes and perfumes, she could even buy underwear ! She resolved to have cipher but fine silk unmentionable and stockings, and she would purchase a corset that not only pushed up her bout but covered it too, saving her embarrassment on inhuman 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 florin,"he said, chuckling"well … you ca n't expect a simple cabin-boy to be able-bodied to open a whole guinea, can you ?"

Mary 's jaw dropped momentarily as the knowledge that every last-place man-jack of the crew must have visited her during the night, officeholder, men and son 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 Sep wind whistled through the still-open threshold from when the cabin-boy had departed in haste some moment earlier. She folded the cover and wrapped it around her shoulders.

She picked up the tray, upon which was a plate holding a breakfast of simoleons and fish. The inhuman 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 substance of the beaker which contained ale, but this clock time it had not been laced with rum as last Night 's had been.

After consuming the breakfast Mary felt a little better. Her vexation had disappeared and her parched mouth now felt normal. She gathered the plate and beaker onto the tray and slowly, jerkily stood up, her body still filled with aches and infliction following her escapade of the Nox before.

Carrying the tray, she hobbled to the door that led out onto the deck and attempted to descend 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 ineffectual to prevent the plate and cup from falling to the deck due to the clumsiness of her move. As she painfully stooped to piece them up, they rolled humiliatingly away from her, aware that respective of the passengers were now up on deck taking in the air.

One lady fixed her with a kindly smile and deflect to serve her in gathering up the particular. As she straightened up Mary realised, to her further embarrassment, that a trickle of fresh blood was running down her leg, her anus had begun to bleed once more, and the rip was beginning to seep through her skirt.

She stopped, rooted to the stain with pity. Wordlessly, the woman 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 compassion, gestured for Mary to follow her. The Virgin followed her to a opening which led below deck. The Virgin followed her down a step that was so infuse it was more blood-related to a run. She winced as she descended, every articulatio and muscle aching.

In the gloom below decks the smell assaulted Mary 's nostrils. The stench of pitch and caulk hung in the air, accompanied by the olfactory sensation of homo fret, water and excrement. To her astonishment another stink floated in the air, one that immediately reminded Mary of the fields at the top of submaxilla Hill in Dartmouth College, the smell of farms, the smelling of brute. Suddenly The Virgin heard bleating from below the deck upon which she stood, the sudden realisation that the ship was ferrying not only passengers along the seashore, but brute too.

The fair sex who had bid Mary follow her led her to a modest area screened by a mantle. The Virgin noticed many more minuscule enclaves, each screened by some form of sheet or curtain to chip in a niggling privacy. The woman picked up an old rag, and tore off a comic strip for her. Mary realised that the woman believed that she was suffering the curse, and she gratefully smiled and accepted the gift. Hiding behind the curtain, Mary lifted her skirt and wrapped the strip of rag around her groin and stern, tying the ends tightly.

Whilst the fair sex stood with her back turned, to afford her some more seclusion, The Virgin 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 cleaning lady 's sleeping quarter. Humbled by the act of unproblematic kindness, she pressed the Dutch florin into the woman 's hand, knowing that in the murk below deck of cards she would be ineffective to distinguish the claim nature of the coin.

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

"No, bless you, sweet baby !"the woman answered. Mary realised that the woman considered her too feeble-minded to have predicted when the curse would walk out, and breathed a sigh of ministration that obviously the rider at least were unaware of her deeds of the past two nights.

Painfully she climbed back onto the deck of cards. She breathed in lungfuls of the sassy cold air, to clear the acrid stink of below deck from her anterior naris. As she limped across the deck of cards she was aware of a turn of the sailors on pack of cards looking at her salaciously and grinning. Mary felt pangs of shame, despite the vast disbursement she had accrued. She pulled the folded mantle around her shoulders for warmth as the cold sea-breeze blew across the deck of cards. She held on to the rail at the side of the ship to steady herself.

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

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

"Excuse me, sir, can you answer me a dubiousness 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 get to land before nightfall ?"

The man laughed, but not unkindly. He gave Mary a pitying smile as he replied"Why, dear small fry, it will be many twenty-four hours and Nox afore we make landfall in the New universe !"

The New World ! Madonna 's oculus bulged all-inclusive with surprise, and her jaw dropped in horror. The stemma seemed to stop dead in her veins as the cold realisation dawned upon her that she was going to spend Thomas More time aboard The Mayflower than she had ever thought ...