Author 's preeminence : This is a report, and the author is cognisant that it is not 100 % historically accurate, although attempt have been made to see some degree of realism. It is a work of fiction, however, and intended to be no Sir Thomas More than that.



Mary 's Unexpected journey

"Sir Thomas More ALE, WENCH, Thomas More ALE !"the man cried, slamming his evacuate tankard on the wooden mesa, causing the flame from the candle in the centre to flicker. He and his three companions guffawed loudly and joined in a chorus of cry for more, laughing, stamping their foundation on the flagstone and banging their own tankards.

With a benign smiling, Blessed Virgin filled two pitchers of ale from the barrel of beer behind the bar return 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 rowdy that was nothing unexpected - many sailors visited the port of Dartmouth, its deep-water tidal estuary and high vale sides were the hone shelter for all size of ships. These men were no exclusion, hardened seamen each and, typical of sailors ashore, drinking heavily.

However, they had good witticism, and tipped well. Mary was pleased to serve them, as she was most matelows, as her each week wage of two Ugandan shilling was paltry. Tips from moneyed customers 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 stays tightly, that men loved to await down the valley formed by the gap between her generous bosom. Such men as those were inclined to tip more than, and More often.

Mary was sword lily of her underbust corset, the only item of undergarments that she possessed. It held in her brush up pot, and pushed up her bosom, giving her finale to the material body she longed for, like the daguerreotypes of rich and purple lady from London which hung in the foyer of the town hall.

How Virgin Mary wished that one day she might inspect London, its glamour and mystique seemed a life removed from that of a poor orphan girl in a small Devon town. Perhaps she might even go to a theatre to watch a play by the man they called The Bard, who had died just a few years earlier.

At twenty, Mary was as old as the century itself. Her Father of the Church, a Royal US Navy bosun, had died at sea when she was aged two, in a skirmish with a vessel of the Spanish navy, and her mother had succumbed to smallpox four old age later.

Her upbringing in the orphanage of Saint Saviour 's had been austere and bleak, gruelling physical oeuvre and abrasive treatment. storage of being awoken early on chilly overwinter mornings, washing in frigidity body of water, dressing in the dark then walking across to the adjacent Church of Saint Saviour 's in edict to scavenge and smoothen the ornate ironwork threshold, or dusting the Interior and seeing to the rood covert within came back to her mind.

Mary was slightly LE unfortunate than some of the former children as an endowment, a legacy of her father 's death in the divine service of the King, ensured that she received more satisfying meals than otherwise, although she often gave some of her food away to former small fry who remained hungry even after the daily supper of vegetable broth and bread.

whipping with a stick or belt were not uncommon, for young woman as well as male child, although Mary often escaped penalty due to her electrical capacity for hard graft and an aptitude for school moral, a purpose to one day escape her poverty driving her on.
She had proved an capable and eager student in the classroom, learning her bit by the age of nine, and her letters by thirteen.

Mary was shaken from her reverie as she reached the table, and began pouring ale from her ewer into the tankards of the waiting sailors. 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 keep on thinking of peaches for some rationality !"said another.

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

"OUCH !"exclaimed Blessed Virgin, 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 sailors all laughed loudly.

The men had already tipped her a penny each, a day 's wages for a Pres Young barmaid, and she well knew that plenty of flirting would bring in her more besides.

Most of the former customers had slipped quietly into the wickedness of a Sabbatum night, the local only too aware that boozy seamen were best avoided, and although these were private merchantmen rather than royal stag Navy crewman they could still induce trouble later.

Old Joe, who ran the inn looked over from his position behind the bar and rolled his eyes. 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 sottish old salt from causing damage in the bar.

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

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

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

Joe took a key from the air hole of his britches, opened a wooden cabinet on the spine of the bar, and removed a bottle of pomace brandy. Pouring the all the way liquid into four glasses he placed them upon a tray. Madonna carried the tray to the table and set the glassful before the men. One called out to the innkeeper.

"Landlord ! Another glass, if thee will !"

Affecting an air of puzzlement, Joe poured another measure and placed it on the bar. 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 pass even more money on expensive smell in order to commit them away then that was fine with him.

Mary lowered her face, cocked her capitulum to one side and turned her heart innocently upwards"Art thee tempting me with strong liquor, forefather ?"she asked, although the thin line of products of a grinning on her font belied her naïve words.

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

"Oh no ?"said Mary, with an air of mock defiance. Picking up the chalk she took a deep breathing space and raised the glass to her back talk, tipping the liquidness into her mouth and gulped it down in one.

katzenjammer followed from the four men, cheerfulness 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 laugh."barman, five to a greater extent if you will !"

Joe brought over the bottleful and refilled the ice, giving Madonna a disapproving frown. Virgin Mary winked at him. He rolled his eyes once more, but gave Mary a elusive answering jiffy.

"Leave the nursing bottle, landlord."said one of the men."And pray, let this Pres Young maid sit and take drink with us as a reward for her hard confinement this eve ?"He motioned for Madonna to draw up a wooden seat and conjoin them. Blushing slightly, Mary obeyed. It was a relief to sit down, having spent many hr on her feet whilst she worked, the hard wooden place making her substructure aching, despite the Cork insoles she had fashioned for them.

Now turning to his comrades the man said"Heads and tails for who doth pay ?"the company nodded, each fumbling in their pocket and producing canvass pouches. They all opened them, revealing a selection of golden doubloons in each. Blessed Virgin 's optic opened wide-eyed 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 hand."tailspin the coin, full lady."said one, and Blessed Virgin tossed it into the air, catching it and placing it on the table. She noticed that the coins were in fact crowned head, golden dago worth twenty-one shillings each.

Her coin bore the image of the magnate, and the men removed their hands, revealing that three of them also had head. These men screamed with laughter, jeering their comrade who reluctantly left his coin on the board, 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 wide as he saw what the coins actually were.

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

Each of the two coins were easily much more than the note value of the drinks they had consumed, and so Joe bowed his brain politely, and graciously smiled and confirmed that indeed, it was. He returned to the bar, leaving Mary sitting with the four seafarers.

They drank another round of the brandy and introduced themselves to her ; can barrel maker and Gi James Wilson, helmsmen, Richard Ward, James Cook and Robert Standish, bos'n. They revealed that their ship, normally a cargo hauler, was currently sailing as a ferry"Carrying folk along th'seashore, port wine to port. Not th'most excitin'o'trips as yet, but the pay is good."said Cooper.


The Virgin found herself particularly attracted to Henry Martyn Robert Miles Standish, perhaps as his rank on the ship was the same as that of the father she could not remember, the father-figure she never had. They drank another beat of hard drink, emptying the bottle.

As he spoke of the ship 's journeying to foreign lands Madonna found herself imagining travelling the human race. A pipe-dream for a pathetic little girl such as her, but a illusion nonetheless.

By now, three bombastic brandies were beginning to earn Mary slightly lightheaded. Her head was resting on Robert 's articulatio humeri as she laid her hands gently on his arm.

Somewhat drunkenly she suddenly asked"Are there really men with Black person skins ?"

The company laughed uproariously at her naiveness. Cooper spoke"Indeed there be darkie in far-off solid ground, we 've seen them !"he chuckled"They wear no wearing apparel, women as w 'll as men - and the men all ha'manhood the size of your arm hanging down !"He placed the laurel wreath of his left hand in the crook of his aright arm, and raised his right fist.

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

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

The Virgin 's face flushed red. Indeed she had known man. Several men in fact. Having left the orphanhood at the age of xv she had gained domiciliation with the Widow Babbacombe, an aged adult female who lived alone in a large home following the decease of her husband many years earlier. Old Mrs Babbacombe had taught her the arcanum of avoiding being with tyke. Her actor's line echoed still in Virgin Mary 's mind"A calendar week from the beginning o'the cuss is ticket, but ne'er the two weeks hence, then the fourth week ye be good again."

Virgin Mary had used this knowledge to gravid vantage in the past. Once, after a brief amour with a better-looking young boatman who worked on the riverboats she had been given passage up the river for a day out in the market townspeople of Totnes, ten miles upstream, past the villages of Stoke Gabriel and Dittisham. It was the only time in her life story Mary had ever left Dartmouth.

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

At church on a William Ashley Sunday Madonna frequently overheard talk behind her binding suggesting that she ought to be put in the pillory in Smith Street, and that she brought disgrace upon the town. Blessed Virgin was unperturbed. After her hard fosterage she was prepared to do whatever she needed to in order to get by in life sentence, and bedamn what anyone else thought.

Right now, she knew that it had been twenty-two days from the source of the cuss, so safety was assured. She smiled, clutching once more than at Miles Standish 's arm."Mayhap I hath known of man. Mayhap I may know of him again afore this night is out."she said, coyly.

The four hooted and whistled loudly. As the tankards and the brandy bottleful were now vacate, Robert suggested that they depart, and invited Mary to generate with them to"inspect our fair vas for a time"

Mary agreed, and fetched her shawl from behind the bar. Old Joe shook his oral sex at her, but gave a concluding conspiratorial instant before she departed.

As the five of them stumbled out into the Nox, past the carved cherub which stood above the doorway of the inn they looked back at the building, its black tarred oaken ray breaking up the whitewashed orbit of rampart. Mary blew out the lamp which hung outside the front room access and wrapped her shawl close around her articulatio humeri. summer was nearing its end, and the threat of autumn was in the air. She heard the dash slide shut inside the door, so she knew she was alone with the four sailors.

She had no fears though, for although tar could be a rough lot, they were generally salt-of-the-earth types, and she felt strangely safety clutching Robert 's arm. The brandy warmed her inside, causing her to falter a short as they made their way from in high spirits Street down Broad Steps to the Embankment. Her shoes clattered on the blanket flagstone and whoremaster James Fenimore Cooper seized her other arm to brace 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 several lewd comment about Mary 's ample assets, several of them groping her fanny on function, causing her to titter and eventually hiccough.

Illuminated only by the moonlight, 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 government agency at the entryway of the narrows that led to the Cove they crept quietly, not wishing to draw aid to the fact that a char was being smuggled surreptitiously on board a vessel.

Like the Carv 'd holy person, the dock-master 's office was a tall Tudor building, its hush up walls broken up by wickedness tarred beams. As they neared the narrows they realised their caution was unwarranted - in an business office on the ground level a night-watchman slumbered soundly in a chairperson. The five of them chortled, each placing their hands on their mouths and whispering"Hushhh !"to one another.

As they came out onto Pierre de Terrail 's Cove itself the ship, a four-masted vas of a upright thirty yards in length could be seen at the far end of the suddenly wharf. In the moonlight Madonna read the public figure of the vessel, engraved upon a plaque below the maitre d' 's room in the butt of the ship.

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

Her metrical foot stumbled on the cobble-stones of the cove, and she almost slipped whilst continuing to hiccough. From behind her a voice said"We 'll have to cure thee of those - close your center !"

Mary did so, to no relevance though as from behind her a couplet of workforce covered her eyes. She heard muttering then a interpreter said softly"This 'll cure thy hics, fair maiden"she suddenly gasped as a pair of workforce grasped her knocker, and a pair of lips covered her own. A tongue wriggled its way into her mouth, exploring deeply. She felt the man in front of her press close, the hard ball of his manhood pressing against her venter. Behind her the man holding her eyes also pressed close, rubbing his pelvis against her rump. He too had a operose lump, pressed against her behind.

With a sudden startle Blessed Virgin realised that she was going to be expected to let all four men have their way with her, not just Robert as she had thought initially. The shock was more than tempered however both by the after-effects of the brandy and the intuitive feeling coursing through her body as she felt two sexually excited men spin against her. She could experience herself moistening inside, as she realised that she had zilch to lose. Virgin Mary had enjoyed sex with one man at a time, four would simply be four times the joy, and in the first light the men would sweep 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 grip and embroil up a gang-plank onto the deck of the ship. From there she was hastened into a room at the stern of the main deck,"Steerage"she was told. In the nerve center of the room a wide of the mark perch protruded upwards from a mess in the deck of cards, as tall as a man. The nates of the room was dominated by a pile of pen up sail sheets.

In the gloominess someone lit an oil lamp, throwing a foreign yellowy glow across the way. Robert held a finger's breadth to his sass"Quietly now, we shall not awaken our rider, lads !"he warned.

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

The look of caulk and pitch shot, fuse with the reek of effort and pee seemed to exhale from the very table of the ship itself. Mary paused for a moment, unsure of what to do.

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

Taking a deep breathing time, Madonna turned around, slipped off her shoes, the damp Ellen Price Wood of the boards cool against her feet. She undid the fasteners to the face of the waist band of her skirt, and let it hang to the storey, exposing her bare flanks and rump. She stepped out of the bird and turned back to confront the four men, who had stepped forward and surrounded her.

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

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

Obediently, Mary crossed her subdivision and began to pull her blouse upwards. As she did so, her pendulous white meat swung unblock, prop upwards by the corset below them. Before she had even lifted the blouse off her caput a span of lips clamped down onto each of her teat, and hired man grasped at the smooth, goose-bumped white material body exposed. She tugged the garment release, to see that it was Ward and cooper who suckled at her breasts, their script sliding up the inside of her thigh, stroking over her pubic bone, fingers 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 clapper reaching into her back talk, probing, exploring. Behind her Wilson fondled her rear, his finger's breadth kneading the flesh of her buttocks, his breath hot upon her articulatio humeri as he pressed against her, his mouth kissing the nape of her cervix, gnawing at her ear lobes.

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

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

Mrs. Humphrey Ward released her right breast from his mouth and fell to his genu. Cooper continued to wet-nurse her left breast, his left field hand grasping her complimentary nipple. The slimy feel of his fingers betrayed the fact that it had been he who had fingered her so close to an orgasm.

She gasped once more when cellblock gripped her hips and pulled them firmly towards his face, burying it into her, his knife extending to snap around her gormandise button. She squealed with surprise and joy, as no man had ever done that before - she had allowed men to locate their cocks in her mouth, but had been incognizant that the reversal was even possible, never mind so pleasurable. Her consistence quivered as he lapped away at her now dripping hole.

Cooper now lifted his mouth away from her breast, his clapper describing a line up between her bosom, both his deal now manipulating her nipples. His back talk planted a product line of kisses up her neck opening, over her mentum and unto her lips, then his tongue began to explore her mouth.

Robert Myles Standish continued to watch out her, his coat of arms now folded.

Suddenly she felt herself be dragged backwards and away from the embrace of Ward and barrel maker, downwards towards the pile of sail sail behind her. Woodrow Wilson firmly pushed her down, her body insipid out, him kneeling behind her head, above her face. He pulled down his trouser to his knee, his erect cock springing out. Madonna knew what he expected of her, but first she spread her legs wide, raised her stifle, heels on the canvas, pointed to the centre of her bulwark and spluttered"more than, to a greater extent of that my good men !"

She then tilted her head back and suppliantly opened her mouth. Edward Osborne Wilson placed a hand under the backbone of her neck, lifting her head up and sliding his tool into the waiting opening. Mary 's wish were granted as she felt a mouth apply itself to her genitals, a glossa invading her intimately.

Her own natural language worked on the member in her mouth, licking at the vain head, before Alexander Wilson pushed down hard. Her head tilted back, The Virgin 's pharynx easily accepted the intrusion, and President Wilson began to slide in and out, at first slowly then quicker. Mary gasped for breathing spell between CVA, her body wriggling with joy from the sensations throbbing through her torso as an unknown region tongue delighted her down below.

That tongue withdrew, and was quickly replaced by another, whilst coarse-skinned mitt stroked and fondled her total consistency, the roughness of their weathered skin contrasting with the soft, smooth tegument of the young woman, the friction serving to heighten her pleasure further.

work force stroked up and down her thigh, over her stomach and breasts. A dyad of hands wriggled under her and kneaded her tail. Mary surrendered herself to the cristal of sexual contact.

Wilson 's cock slid easily in and out of her rima oris, one mo ribbing in her oral fissure, its head retreating to her brim then sliding forcefully down into the top of her throat and back again. He paused, his shaft in her mouth until his body suddenly stiffened. He rammed his cock down and Madonna 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 punk exploded back up into her back talk as she coughed, then she swallowed it down, clearing her mouth of the warm up fluid, but leaving the salty tang on her natural language. The former three men gave muffled sunshine, praising The Virgin and mocking Wilson.

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

She had little chance to think over though as she felt a trunk climb on top of her, positioning itself between her still raised and spread legs. She looked down to see Ward, his breeches pulled to his knee, steering his hard hammer towards her slit. He reached her, sliding easily into the dripping wet mess. She gasped as the cock invaded her, the hard reed organ filling her insides.

He began to pump her, and she responded by giving out a serial publication of pleasured grunts with each stroke. Her stochasticity became louder as Aaron Montgomery Ward banged into her, until Cooper hastily scrambled onto the canvas tent alongside her. He tilted her incline to the microscope slide and pushed his heavy cock into her, causing her to give a muffled squeal of pleasure.

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

Mary 's mind began to whirl - the sensations of having two cocks in her at once, knowing she was pleasing two men at the same time was both exciting and empowering. She sucked obediently at the putz, between gasps as ward continued to hammer away at her, his hands grasping her pelvis, pulling them up to meet his jab. Her promontory jerked with the rhythm, causing Cooper to give out his own stifled moans of joy.

Her dead body began to quiver and her mind began to spin as the tingle rose within her. She could feel her heart hammer in her pectus then gave a sigh as coming overtook her. She could feel a thrill of excess moistness within her vagina, even as the hammer continued to plow into her. Her branch and wooden leg trembled and her skin prickled with the joy of it all.

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

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

Now, it was Barbara Ward 's cock which slid into her invitingly unfastened mouthpiece, while Cooper took her from rump, his cock pushing its way into her vagina, burying itself oceanic abyss within her. Her integral organic structure tingled with the mavin of the orgasm still thrilling her.

With the cock in her sass, Mary savoured the musky taste of her own juices, mixing with the physique of Ward and the last end of the look of Wilson 's tinder. Baroness Jackson of Lodsworth placed his hands upon her head and began to fuck her mouthpiece. Her body rocked backwards and forwards, her knocker swinging to and fro with the rhythm of Cooper 's drive from the rear. As the men synchronised their thrusts The Virgin felt her pleasure arise once more.

To her astonishment another coming ripped through her body, causing her to tremble and milkshake. Her psyche exploded with pleasance. Virgin Mary had never experienced Thomas More than one orgasm at a time - she had not been mindful that it was even potential ! Her hips wriggled, grinding against James Fenimore Cooper, who gave an agonised grunt, then Mary felt a watercourse of hot cum shoot deep inside her, its warmth strong-arm evidence of the pleasure she was giving to the men, delighting her even more.

When James Fenimore Cooper withdrew from her, she focussed her attention now solely on the pecker filling her mouth. Mary had learned from experience how to please a man with her mouth, and she subjected Baroness Jackson of Lodsworth to the full range of her talents, reaching up with her right hand and grasping the stand of the shaft, wringing her script gently around it as she pulled her oral sex away, then wrapped her lingua expertly around the head, using the tip of her tongue to get that most sensitive country just below the home of the head, where the foreskin joins the shaft.

Baroness Jackson of Lodsworth gave out a guttural groan, then semen ejaculated powerfully from the tip, the first jibe splattering against her look. Duteously opening her mouth all-encompassing, the next jibe 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 lip in hot jolts, gulping it down.

When she was certain the ejaculations had ended, Madonna released the member from her mouth. Cum from the first shot of Ward 's coming was plastered around her mouth, and stuck to his pubic hair.

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

Now, glancing over her shoulder she saw Robert climb onto the flock of sheet behind her, pulling his breeches down to peril his stiff cock. She smiled, eager to please but the smiling vanished from her sass as she felt the man channelise his operose cock into the go between her hind end, rubbing it up and down, probing towards her anus.

"NO !"she cried"Please forefather, not there, I beseech thee !"long-buried bad memory flooded into her brain of the Rector at St the Nazarene 's who used to touch her there with his finger, before lifting his cassock and making her rub him. She shivered and, fighting against terror, attempted to wriggle free.

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

Madonna struggled against him, but his strong hands grasped her rose hip strongly. She felt a duad of workforce grip her ankles, dragging her legs further apart. A second duo of hands suddenly held her arms, pinning her in place. She heard Robert 's voice once more.

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

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

Mary 's eye pounded in her bureau as the cock continued to rub between her buttocks, droplets of liquid dribbled from it, beginning to lubricate its transit. Suddenly Ward returned.

"Try this Rob !"he puffed, passing a wooden bowl to the bo's'n. hospital ward then grasped Mary 's jaw, tilting her head back, and squeezing her sassing candid. He tipped the contents of a low wooden jug into her mouth and held on, forcing her to swallow.

The bitter-sweet bunko of the liquidity burned down her throat and into her gut. Madonna recognised the taste of Rum immediately, the harsh liquor almost instantly making her feel light-headed. person forced a short length of rope crossways into her mouth.

Her head began to finger light, as she swivelled it around to see Robert larding his erection with a Charles Grey unworthy content. Ward dipped his hand into the arena and, scooping up some of the fat with his digit began to slap it around, and then into, her closely hole. Blessed Virgin 's chief drooped forward, hanging listlessly.

Suddenly she felt a stab as the stopcock invaded her keister. Her drumhead shot up, her eyes bulging. The sensation of the blanket girth of the cock burrowing into her felt as though a fist had been stuck up into her belly, a sudden dull infliction. She gasped, biting down on the bit of rope.

However, the cock retreated and the pain faded, the rum by now dulling her weed. As the prick slid in for a irregular fourth dimension it pushed slower, easing into the orifice gently.

The Virgin realised that the pain was lupus erythematosus than the first metre she had been with a man, less than the curse even. The pecker slid back, then slowly in again. It began to palpate at first bearable, then comfortable, and finally pleasurable.

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

A paw slipped under her and a finger began to stroke her button. Her trepidation turned to drunken joy as her pleasance arose. Another duad 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 wage increase up inside her, her body quivering with the sensation. She groaned as she came, the waves of pleasure rippling through her body as she felt the man shoot his hot burden into her.

He withdrew, releasing her from his grasp, and she collapsed forward, panting, spent, exhausted and drink in. In a stupor she felt the men thank her, and bid her goodnight. A duad of lips kissed hers, followed by her hired man being lifted and kissed upon its back. A encourage kiss landed on her forehead.

Too exhausted even to move, Mary curled into the foetal position. Her heart closed. As she drifted into a happy slumber she was cognizant of someone dragging a analyze sheet over her, covering her nearly defenseless body.

When Mary woke her head pounded. Her backtalk was dry and her tummy queasy. Her rear ached. Her eyes hurt as shafts of illumination drilled into them, She closed them briefly then squinted. She was vaguely aware of two men standing with their backs to her, both of them grasping the boastfully wooden pole in the substance of the room, one pushing agin it, the former pulling from the former side.

As the upshot of the former dark flooded back to her she felt a bloom of ignominy. Realising that she wore only her stays, she tried to accomplish her clothes, still scattered on the deck nearby. unable to get through she slipped as quietly as she could from under the canvas covering her. Not quietly enough, as the two men looked towards her, in all her naked gloriole. Mary recognised Cooper and Wilson as they smiled leeringly.

"Good dawn my peach !"said one, laughing.

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

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

They were at sea ! Blessed Virgin gasped in fear and wonder then ran to the door, looking out to see green coastline to her right, and zip but sea to her left.

affright began to fill her mind. What was going to find to her ? How was she going to get home ?

She ran out onto the briny deck of cards. Robert Myles Standish was at its nitty-gritty, tall and proud. Mary ran to him, grasping his arm for proportion as the ship rolled again.

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

Henry M. 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 take of sopor so we left thee there. We will determine land later this day, and thee can hark back in a stagecoach."

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

A wry grinning crossed the man 's human face"We thought of that, pretty maid."he said"Myself and the boys thought it only right and right that we reward thee for being such a sport as thy was, so we gave a coin each, t'will more than carry thee rest home !"He handed her a pocket-sized canvas purse, held tight by a drawstring.

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

intuitive feeling of pity miscellaneous with lightness as she realised that this was the rich she had ever been, or was ever probably to be.

Robert spoke once again"We will lay down land in a few minute, there 's sure to be a coach saltation for Dartmouth. Til then if thee go see Cookie forward there,"he pointed to a room access across the deck, near the bow of the ship"he 'll sort a breakfast for thee."

Mary 's stomach churned from both the motion of the ship and the hard liquor of the night before, so she politely declined the idea of food, but went forward anyway for a deglutition of water for her baked mouth.

When she reached the ship's galley, Ward grinned at her, a knowing smile combining with a lecherous leer. Blushing, Mary asked for some water, which she drank. Not knowing what to do next she went out on pack of cards, breathing in the clear sea air. Some of the passenger were up on deck of cards now, taking in the air themselves. Virgin Mary felt a sudden upsurge of superfluity - what if any of them and been awoken the night before, and cried shame upon her ? Hastily she returned to the Steerage, sitting herself down on the deal of canvas sail upon which so much had taken place the night before.

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

Madonna 's eyes looked down at the deck In her mind a battle raged. It was a dread matter 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 The Virgin not coming abode 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 pocket-size 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 shouts from above, turning the rudder attached to the pole below.

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

"Plymouth !"he replied."The shoreward wind hath swept us up through Plymouth auditory sensation and we shalt soon sorrel. Thee can go ashore directly, and find passage home. Fare thee well, angelic maiden !"He blew her a kiss.

Blessed Virgin 's heart jumped in her chest. Plymouth ! She had heard so a great deal about it, a great nautical larboard for both His Majesty 's US Navy and many merchantmen too. A huge city, with a universe of nearly twenty dollar bill thousand souls, ten times the sizing of her home-town. She had dreamed of one day visiting this sprawling city, and now she was here !

Eventually the boat docked, and Madonna was able to go ashore up a gang-plank. Following her were various of the passengers. Standing at the rail Robert called out to them, his commanding articulation booming out amid the hub-bub and disturbance of the meddling quay"Aware ! We are here but to take on fresh water supply. We sail again on the next falling tide, thee hath but an hour to generate !"

Mary looked back, taking one last reckon down at the ship. She patted the bag of coins, its drawstring coiled around a skirt button for safety device and tucked inside the sash. With a smiling she turned on her cad and ventured along the bustling dock towards the city itself.

By now her hangover had passed, and she felt suddenly thirsty - it had been almost a day since she had eaten, a lunch of bread and tall mallow taken during her breach at the angel. Her tummy rumbled angrily.

As she left the docks behind she wended her way into the hustle and ado of the engaged city. Men shouted roughly, horse-drawn cart clip-clopped along, street trader yelled their sales event patter, woman hastened to and fro. A woman stood on a street corner openly offering her chicane to passer.

Mary 's jaw dropped with amazement at the brazenness of it all, but her shock was suddenly tempered by the cold-blooded realisation that what she had done the old night made her no better. She touched the coins under her wench 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 former womanhood, more used to looks of disdain.

Mary strolled through the streets, taking in the amazing passel and sounds of the city, a reality away from her low home-town.

Virgin Mary 's nostrils caught the wholesome perfume of intellectual nourishment drifting through the air, and she espied a vendor with a handcart laden with parcel of land of wrapped material. The piece of ground gave off a faint steam, and the smell of parched meat and vegetables drifted forth. A sign proclaimed the piece of land to stop"Kernow Pastyes of the finest kinde home baked ”.

Mary was familiar with the Cornish fineness of the pasty, although the saucer had originated with the tin miner of Cornwall, the county whose mete was the other side of the river from Plymouth itself, versions of them were uncouth upon the table of working folk across the altogether region.

Her mouth salivated at the thought of a on-key Cornish Pasty - she knew that the handheld pleasure would comprise of beef mixed with onion, root veggie 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 unwrap one of the steaming piece of ground. She tugged the canvass handbag from her girdle, then opened it, the coins glistening in the sunlight. She brandished one of the coins.

The man 's eyes opened wide-eyed at the batch of the golden piece."What is THAT ?"he snarled"Some fake or forgery ?"

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

His human face was fixed as he replied"Well, that 's as maybe lassie, but even if thee speak the truth a pasty is but a penny-farthing. I have no change to gibe your coin so I shall give birth to take over the altogether coin !"

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

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

Mary turned and sped away, tears forming in her optic. A tap on the articulatio humeri brought her to a halt. A young man stood there, a smile upon his face.

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

Mary sniffed, choking back the tears"Please, middling sir. I am adrift here, and I wish to get aboard a coach back to the South Hams this very day, in guild to take back to my home in Dartmouth."

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

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

"Indeed I do, good lady !"he replied"Follow me, for I shall guide thee to the viewpoint whence coach depart."

A grateful Mary followed the younger man, gladiola to receive a helpful Samaritan in this teeming city. They ducked and weaved through a engaged street, then turned into a subdued slope street. The man hastened into an alleyway.

Virgin Mary paused, unsure of her environment.

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

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

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

Stunned by the sudden Assault, The Virgin eventually picked herself up from the terra firma. Now she was alone and penniless in this tremendous metropolis. What would go of her she wondered. She felt totally isolated, without a friend to her name. snag rolled down her cheeks.

She wondered what she could do. Suddenly she thought of the only intimate matter she knew of in this vast place, the exclusively masses she knew in this mass of souls.

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

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

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

Blushing, Blessed Virgin fled towards the harbour. Hurrying through the gang she remembered Robert 's spokesperson"Aware ! We sail again on the next falling tide, thee hath but an time of day to return !"

The sun was lower now in the sky, long shadows were beginning to make full the streets with sombreness. Mary guessed that the time for the ship to sail must be near. Her heart pulsation ever faster as she scurried along, reaching the harbour. She raced along the dock, searching for the ship.

The falling dimpse made the many boats moored there appear almost identical but suddenly she chanced upon it, the name-plate still visible in the murkiness. To her horror she saw that men were beginning to airlift the gang-plank complimentary of the ship which now stood high above the quay on the top of the tide. Hitching up her skirt, she began to run.

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

The dismayed stevedores on the harbourside paused momentarily, long enough for Mary to scurry up the wooden board onto the deck.

Robert Standish 's boldness was a mixture of bewilderment and smiles. Blessed Virgin took one look at him and break open into tears, throwing herself at him and clinging to his chest.

"Oh good sir, please assistance me."she sobbed, her merchant ship lip trembling"I have been robbed ! Please call for me to your following port of call, from whence I might go ashore, and mayhap thee might help me to fund a journey home ?"

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 Virgin Mary returned to the steerage cabin to the aft of the deck of cards, wiping her eyes on the hem of her shawl. John Cooper was there, and he gave a surprised wage increase of his brow at her appearing then smiled, a lecherous smile as his eyes travelled up and down her stacked body. Another man stood alongside him, a untested fair-haired man whom Virgin Mary had not seen before. Both were stripped to the waist, their singlets cast down to the deck beside them.

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

With an air of amazement the younger man, who was perhaps the Saame age as Mary or more than like a couple of twelvemonth younger said"Is this the maiden from utmost night of which thou hast spoken ?"

"Indeed it be."barrel maker answered"As if stepping from from some fantasy of the Night, from mine dreams into material life !"

Both men leered at her. Mary was too weary, hungry and down-beaten to worry. She flopped down on the pile of canvas sheets at the aft of the elbow room, the very same pile upon which she had enjoyed such orgasmic pleasure just the night before.

There was much shouting going on outside the steering cabin, The Virgin recognised Standish 's voice bellowing orders to unseen men high above in the rig commanding them to adapt the sails to take wide reward of the wind that that was blowing up down through Plymouth sound.

Above the steering former vocalism shouted instruction down through an unfold hatching to Cooper and the Whitney 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 crusade of shifting the rudder beneath the rear end of the ship against the currents of the river as it flowed out into the lunar time period of the outdoors sea.

The ship 's dining table creaked as the mighty watercraft made way into the English people transmission channel. Virgin Mary 's body swayed with the apparent movement of the ship, which was beginning to pitch now, cutting through the waves which were approaching the shore.

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

barrel maker and his assistant heaved at the Pole, dragging it to the left. Despite the rapidly cooling temperature as the draught of cold autumnal sea air blew into the cabin, both men were sweating with the effort of controlling the direction of the ship 's locomotion. Even in her dishevelled and wear upon state Madonna could not help but remark the two men 's rippling muscular torsos, their well-developed biceps bulging alongside their taut, level stomachs. She felt a familiar shudder within her, deep below her belly as she admired their physiques and remembered her sexual dangerous undertaking of the previous eve.

After quite some time the lurching of the ship began to lessen, and the helmsmen were ordered to straighten up the rudder. The ship steadied to a more regular, gentler roll from fore to aft so Mary guessed they were now safely at sea. Peter Cooper introduced the other man as St. Christopher Benbury, whilst lighting a duad of oil-lamps at either incline of the elbow room. Madonna began to explain her plight when the cabin room access opened and a Whitney Moore Young Jr. cabin-boy, perhaps six years younger than Mary herself entered, bearing a tray.

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

Cooper chuckled"Ah, ol'Rob, he 's a warm-hearted man beneath all the shouting and bluster. That 'll be for our unexpected guest here, who sadly has not eaten for a estimable 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 amah of which thy hast spoken ?"he asked incredulously.

The two helmsmen chortled.

"The very same !"Cooper declared.

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

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

Mary picked up the tray and saw that upon it was a wooden plate with some cold snub of center and a hunk of bread, a lidded stadium with a spoon alongside and a magnanimous wide-bottomed wooden beaker. She lifted the lid of the trough and saw that it contained pottage, that nourishing vegetable porridge which was a staple meal for all but the very copious. She took a draft from the beaker and spluttered as the discernment hit the vertebral column of her throat. It was ale of some sort, but with a sting to it. Thirsty, she cared not and took another gulp, then spooned some of the pottage into her oral fissure. Although it was but lukewarm it was the first proper food she had eaten for over a day.

Mary picked up a leg of poultry from the dental plate and bit deeply into it, tearing off its meat hungrily. There was some sliced common cold beef cattle too, which she ate with assuredness. Soon she had finished all the food, and downed the funny ale too.

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

Cooper had left the cabin for a while, and Virgin Mary noticed that Gilbert Angus Frank Johnstone Wilson had replaced him at the pole. She gave him a smile, although her impudence flushed a little as she recalled the gustatory sensation of his spermatozoon from the late night. He nodded to her and smiled, he too blushing.

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

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

Cooper 's brass set sternly, although the thin line of a grinning belied his stentorian tone"Well, maid, there are four of us aboard this vessel who hath already paid generously for your attentions, and we shall not pay again. Mayhap that there are many more among the crew who would reward thee similarly for your appealingness though !"

Madonna gasped"Sire ?"

Cooper 's voice was monotonous, that of a merchant driving a hard buy"We four rewarded thee well for your serve yestereve, and that reward should be Thomas More than enough for us to enjoy thee once more, so should thou wish to earn more then thy will have to hold Sir Thomas More !"he, Wilson and Benbury began to fix the rudder-pole in place with several dense R-2.

Blessed Virgin 's jaw dropped in surprise as the enormity of what was expected of her sunk in. The strong ale coursed through her venous blood vessel now though, and the memories of the hitherto never before experienced pleasures of the dark returned to her mind. She realised that when the boat found land tomorrow she would need money to return to her home, and there was only one way she could pull in it. If she was rewarded in the manner of before then not only could she return, but return with a handsome meed to boot. If she refused she would be no more than a penniless beggar, a hapless vagrant in a strange town.

Her buttock reddened, but a wry grin crossed her face"Why good sire, if I am to be rewarded in the personal manner of stopping point nighttime I might well pass myself to such men as would desire me."

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

Mary blushed deeply, realising that she had been the topic of practically discussion among the men, but inside her a quiver of excitation crackled. She could feel a dampening within her, and she sat upright, fidgeting slightly as her vagina tingled with the prospect of a repeat of the Nox before.

Gary Cooper stamped his boot hard down upon the pack of cards three times, and shortly after the cabin door swung open. Robert Standish entered, followed by three more obscure men, who were ushered in by Richard Ward, who carried a wooden flask and a lidded pot.

The Virgin now found herself alone in a elbow room with eight men. Her eyes stretched wide with reverence and excitement at the thought process of what was to accompany. She felt silly, and staggered a little as she stood up to front the men. Laughing, Ward spoke.

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

Madonna realised why the ale had tasted so strange, it had been laced with strong rum. cellblock offered the flask he carried to Madonna, who realised that it too contained rum. She unhooked the lid and took a mystifying swig, knowing that it would aid her relax for the intimate exploit she was about to undergo. As the intent went down she coughed, the sharp vapour of the alcohol momentarily taking her hint away. She took another swig then replaced the lid and set it down beside her.

She was about to begin to off her apparel as she had the night before when suddenly Miles Standish stepped behind her and grasped her firmly with his manly arms, His grip was tight but not uncomfortable. He grabbed her blouse and in one motion lifted it up. Mary lifted her arms in response to tolerate him to absent the garment.

Her pendulous breasts swung freely, all the men in front of her gazing at them. Some licked their back talk in expectation. Miles Standish 's hands now moved swiftly to the waistband of her skirt and deftly undid the buttons which held it slopped. The chick dropped down her ramification, pooling around her ankle. She stepped free of it, kicking off her shoes as she did so.

The male arms which wrapped her torso now fiddled with the lacing at the top of her stays, hardened, mesomorphic fingers nevertheless easily undoing the knot which held it tight. He tugged at the side of meat of it, and it came loose. Virgin Mary pulled it down, wriggling to get it over her ample articulatio coxae. It dropped to the floor, where she kicked it away. She stood now completely naked before eight men, four of whom were tote up alien, three of whom she did even sleep together the gens of, she realised with a shock.

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

Suddenly she felt Standish 's lips softly kiss her ear, nuzzling at her lobe then running a line of soft kisses down her neck opening. His hands 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 thighs wobbling as she shivered.. Reaching down with her hired hand to her pubis, she began to stroke her throbbing clitoris with a single digit, the juices of her pussy glistening in the Christ Within of the oil-lamps.

That was all the signal the remaining men needed, and they fell upon her, hands grabbing at her body, some softly some more rough. As on the Night before, it was Mary Augusta Arnold Ward who knelt and began to pleasure her with his tongue, lapping at her button and sliding a digit rich into her. Mary 's consistence gyrated involuntarily with pleasance. She felt herself gently but firmly steered back onto the sheet where, as before she opened her legs wide of the mark to facilitate access to her intimate parts.

She realised that Ward 's glossa had been replaced by one of the unnamed men, as the genius shuddering through her body made her wiggle. Suddenly the man withdrew his tongue from her. Wiping his mouth on his sleeve he called to the youth steersman who had been working with barrel maker earlier.

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

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

Nervously the young man approached the sprawl female person material body before him. Pulling down his britches he climbed onto the sail and shuffled himself between Mary 's invitingly open thigh. She smiled at him, the heady mixture of alcoholic beverage and sexual agitation making her totally uninhibited.

She gave a moan of pleasure as she felt his cock glide into her. She closed her eyes as he began to thrust his manhood into her. However after only a few throw she felt a sudden jet of horniness within her belly, accompanied by a chorus of cry from the assembled men. She gave a groan of disappointment as she felt the cock withdraw from her.

Madonna opened her middle to see the vernal man being man-handled up and away from her, his pecker twitching as tinder ejaculated from it, splattering onto her belly and thighs.

Laughing uproariously, Cooper said"Ah, away with you lad ! You 'll not queer the sales talk with your nerve, young 'un ! You come even straightaway than Gilby did last nighttime, but as twas thy firstly clock time we 'll forgive thee !"

Mary put her hand over her oral fissure to dampen a giggle as she realised what had occurred. She looked around the men, making eye middleman with each as she used her digit to scoop out up the spermatozoan from her tummy, then sucked the steamy fluid from her digits, extending her natural language to figure out them cleanse. She repeated this for the sperm on her second joint, and finally fingered her vagina with two fingerbreadth, slurping loudly as she sucked off the succus, the perceptiveness of her own musk predominant.

The men stood transfixed, but chattered loudly to each early, making many and varied comments of a lustful nature as they stared at her. Inwardly Mary revelled at their stares and their Word of God, delighted to be the nerve centre of their attentions and lecherousness, the object of their desire.

In his commanding manner, Robert Myles Standish reminded them to observe the noise down lest they cause offence or warning device among the passengers

The men all stared at her, some now rubbing bulges in their genitals. Standish pulled Mary upright to a sitting placement. Her wooden leg dangled over the edge of the canvas tent pile, her bare feet touching the heavily wooden plank of the pack of cards. He pulled down his pants and his erection sprang free, invitingly close to Virgin Mary 's mouth, who wasted no time in grasping it with both hands and placed her lips around its over-embellished head. Cooper stamped his foundation once more.

Mary rocked her head back and forth, sucking hard. One paw gripping the substructure of the cock, the other gently tickling and teasing his chunk, a fingertip reaching almost to his anus then stroking delicately forward, he gave audible moans of delight.

Mary could smell out the excitement building within his trunk 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.

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

Madonna 's jaw dropped as she saw several to a greater extent 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 and dragged her backwards. One climbed immediately on top of her and entered her roughly, but her dripping vagina easily allowed the penetration, the tool slipping into her with a brief slurp.
A second base man twisted her head to one side and forced his extremity into her sassing.
She felt her hand being guided to the third putz. Instinctively she grasped it and began to stroke it, falling into the rhythm of the man thrusting bass 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 load across her belly, the warm sputter of the ejaculate tickling her sensitised skin.

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

Mary did not resist as her felt herself being rolled over and drawn up onto all quaternion. The man whose cock she had been wanking by hand pushed his member into her mouth, whilst another mounted her from the hind end. As they had their way with her she heard a yoke of boots, probably Cooper 's, stamping once more.

She worked the cock in her back talk as she had done Standish 's, her willing mouth accommodating the cock easily, her tongue expertly flickering around the throbbing member, her hands stroking the Qaeda, teasing the balls until finally the hot taste of sperm cell shot into her mouth, and then almost simultaneously the man behind her withdrew, shooting his heart into the belittled of her back, creating a warm sticky pool there.

She was aware of a naked man lying beside her, and her body was pulled on top on his. The Virgin sat up, kneeling astride him as he slid his putz into her. Mary had never has sex with a man in such fashion before, but began to ride him instinctively, thrusting her rose hip 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 bulwark of her vagina, causing intuitive feeling of joy and delight hitherto strange and the joy boiled up, causing a high-pitched squeal of delight to escape her mouth as an orgasm fluttered through her body.

She rammed her hips down hard, holding them still as the waves of ecstasy flowed through her, radiating from her vagina out through her body, ripples of joy flowing down to the tips of her toes, along her arms to the terminal of her fingers and up to her top dog, where her mind swam, stars appearing before her eyes.

The man groaned, and grasped her pelvis with his script, lifting her decipherable of him as he came too, his interjection shooting out onto his own stomach.

Mary wriggled relieve of his grasp and, panting, took another swig of rum from the flask on the floor close by.

A manly voice said"So, like it on top do thee, thy immature tart ?"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 bait him as she had done a few minute earlier.

The room was full of the murmured cackle of excited men, all muttering and babble in low voices, trying to keep the randomness to a low level. Suddenly all haphazardness ceased momentarily, until Mary heard a voice say"As you were, men ! Just though that I should go with thee upon this spree."

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

Madonna felt a secondment man press himself close behind her, his stiff cock nudging between the flapping brass of her nates, his hands grasping her wing. The un-mistakable interpreter of Henry Martyn Robert Standish cut through the clamour.

"She 'll charter it up there just fine, Capt'n - but you 'll require a hand or two of grime to smooth your way into that passing !"he laughed.

Blessed Virgin twisted her soundbox, turning to see Standish opening the lidded pot that cooky had carried from the galley and offering it to the man behind her. She felt, as before, the smacking of frigidity jackass grease into the valley between her buttocks. As she thrust her hips to and fro on the man still beneath her she felt a oily digit slide into her anus.

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

The putz began to skid 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 joy. The sensation of aggregate fulfilment, not only her own physical pleasure but the mental pleasure of knowing she could gratify two men at once, lifted her to new heights of delight, above simple bodily orgasm but to an supernal reality of indescribable consummation.

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

Their lusts sated, the men released her, and she slumped sideways onto the canvas, shuddering with joy as the orgasm echoed through her body. In the gloom she was astonished to see four more men, all stripped naked and all rubbing their erect cock !

"Please, a respite, I beg of thee forefather ! !"she said plaintively.

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

Blessed Virgin resigned herself to what was about to fall out. She sighed and took a mysterious draught of the fiery spirit before beginning to lie back. However, before she could do so, a man slipped alongside her and pulled her body on top of his.

With her back to him Mary felt him direct his cock into her backwards passage, still greasy from the goose fat that had been applied there. A irregular man pushed his naked hips against hers and forced his shaft into her twat. A third man knelt behind her caput, and that of the man beneath her and, cradling her neck with his work force, tilted her head upside down, exposing her mouth and throat.

Mary opened her mouth and the tool pushed its way in. Her psyche spun as she realised that she was now accommodating three prick at once ! Her eubstance heaved this way and that, beyond her restraint as the men pushed and pulled her, thrusting in and out.

terra incognita hands grasped at her jiggling titty, manipulating, squeezing and twisting them until she felt a weightiness press down on her stomach, and a twosome of second joint credit crunch against her ribcage. A dyad 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 humanness against her.

Strange hands grabbed both her own hands, and she felt them guide her finger's breadth around two more rearing cock. Having lost ascendance of her organic structure, surrendering it to the wiles of the men, Madonna struggled to stay on in control of her thoughts as she realised that she was now pleasuring six men at once.

She began to finger dizzy, her mind spinning from a combining of intoxicant and sheer delight. Vaguely she was aware of some of the men releasing their hairgrip on her, vaguely aware of streams of hot cum shooting into and onto her body.

In an almost dreamlike country she felt hands manipulate her body into different posture, felt unlike cocks slide in and out of her every orifice, felt ever More cum on her and in her. Blessed Virgin 's mind drifted away into a daze of oblivion.

Suddenly she awoke with a outset to encounter another man 's strange facial expression above her, his expression of jubilate evident as he released yet another cloudburst of jism into her. Shocked, Mary realised that she had passed out, but the men had kept on taking her nonetheless. How recollective had she been out ? How many men had taken advantage of her while she was unconscious mind ?

The man climbed off her, quickly to be replaced by another. Madonna tried to object, but all her voice could manage was a low croak. Her body felt too faint to reject, so Mary resigned herself once more to the lust of the man, her limb limp with exhaustion. She drifted back to sleep while he rode her.

When The Virgin awoke once more than it was daylight. The rays of autumn sunlight streamed directly down through the scuttle above the steerage cabin, hurting her eyes. She found herself covered not only by a fluttering of the canvass, but a piano cover had been wrapped around her.

Every sinew in her body ached, every joint in every arm felt as if it had been stretched beyond its limits. Her jaw ached from the amount of time it been extended the night before to accommodate so many cocks. Her vagina was dry and sore, and her hind end burned as though a hot coal had been inserted there. Her nipple were sore to the sense of touch, even the rub of the gentle mantle upon them made her wince with bother. A dry mouth and a thunderous worry compounded her suffering.

As her optic accustomed themselves to the light beam of the midday sun Mary saw two men stationed at the rudder-pole. Although she did not love their name, one was familiar, his was one of the faces that had joyously ridden her the night before. She struggled to recognise the other. Had he been one of the men ? Mary thought not, but could n't be sure.

Stiffly, she moved her body out from under the canvas tent. This prison term she could care less about her desolation, she let the cover tumble to the floor as she picked up her clothes and painfully began to dress, every nerve in her body protesting at the movement. She noticed a trickle of dried blood on the spine of her leg.

One of the two men at the pole, the one Madonna was n't for sure she recognised or not, saw her and brightly said"commodity morn 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 actor's line to the former, unhearable to Mary but both men laughed, full-blooded guffaws from each so she guessed that it had been some sort of derisory or lustful comment.

One of the men went to the doorway of the cabin and, holding his manus to his rima oris, let out a hoot like an owl. An answering red cent came back from the other end of the ship. Within a few moments the Thomas Young cabin-boy appeared once Sir Thomas More, again carrying a tray.

Blushing he approached Mary and set the tray down at her pes. 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 full pelt, disappearing across the deck towards the fo'c'sle.

The two steerer chuckled.

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

"Under the sheets there, beside where thee slept, ye shalt find a bag containing a fair amplitude for your night 's enterprise, miss."

Cringing, The Virgin lifted the canvas upon which she had given so much for the last two nights. Her oculus fell upon a bag of threatening woven cloth, tied up with a electric cord threaded through a series of holes around the top.

She hefted the bag in her hand. It felt heavy, and clinked with the sound of coins. Shyly Mary kept her back to the men and surreptitiously counted the coins. She tipped them out into a well she formed by pooling her sleep mantle before her, and popping them one at a time back into the bag. To her amazement, there were forty-two Au bit, and one florin ! Although the florin was deserving two British shilling, and so was compeer to Mary 's weekly wage at the Angel, it was insignificant compared to the favourable Guinea, each deserving twenty-one shillings.

Mary tried to comprehend how much money the sum was. She totted up the Egyptian pound in her psyche, and realised that it would aim her almost ten old age to garner that total. She was ample !

Any ignominy she felt at her effort vanished, as she realised she could now last out all her dreams. She could visit Greater London, buy elegant apparel and fragrance, she could even buy underwear ! She resolved to have nothing but fine silk undergarments and stockings, and she would purchase a stays that not only pushed up her bust but covered it too, saving her plethora on cold mean solar day when her teat became all too visible 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 gestate a mere cabin-boy to be able to give a entirely Republic of Guinea, can you ?"

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

She picked up the tray, upon which was a denture holding a breakfast of boodle and fish. The cold fish tasted of nothing but the vinegar and salt in which it had been preserved, but the pelf was still impertinent. Mary ate both hungrily, and washed them down with the contents of the beaker which contained ale, but this time it had not been laced with rum as finale Nox 's had been.

After consuming the breakfast Madonna felt a little better. Her headache had disappeared and her parched mouth now felt normal. She gathered the plate and beaker onto the tray and slowly, jerkily stood up, her trunk still filled with aches and pains following her escapades of the night before.

Carrying the tray, she hobbled to the room access that led out onto the deck and attempted to descend the few wooden steps that led down to the main deck. Despite the fact that she was becoming accustomed to the roll of the ship, she was unable to foreclose the plateful and cup from falling to the pack of cards due to the rigorousness of her movements. As she painfully stooped to blame them up, they rolled humiliatingly away from her, cognizant that several of the passengers were now up on deck pickings in the air.

One lady fixed her with a kindly grinning and flex to help her in gathering up the item. As she straightened up The Virgin realised, to her further embarrassment, that a dribble of fresh blood was running down her leg, her anus had begun to hemorrhage once more, and the blood was beginning to seep through her skirt.

She stopped, rooted to the position 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 pity, gestured for Mary to follow her. Virgin Mary followed her to a scuttle which led below pack of cards. The Virgin followed her down a stair that was so exorbitant it was more blood-related to a run. She winced as she descended, every stick and musculus aching.

In the gloom below decks the smell assaulted Blessed Virgin 's nostril. The fetor of slant and caulk hung in the air, accompanied by the olfactory sensation of homo sweat, water and excrement. To her astonishment another stink floated in the air, one that immediately reminded Blessed Virgin of the battleground at the top of Jawbones James Jerome Hill in Dartmouth, the smell of farms, the odor of animals. Suddenly Mary heard bleating from below the pack of cards upon which she stood, the sudden actualization that the ship was ferrying not only passenger along the sea-coast, but creature too.

The woman who had bid Mary follow her led her to a small-scale sphere screened by a mantle. Mary noticed many more small-scale enclaves, each screened by some form of shroud or curtain to give a little concealment. The cleaning woman picked up an old rag, and tore off a landing strip for her. Madonna realised that the charwoman believed that she was suffering the curse, and she gratefully smiled and accepted the gift. Hiding behind the curtain, Blessed Virgin lifted her skirt and wrapped the strip of rag around her groin and backside, tying the ending tightly.

Whilst the womanhood stood with her back turned, to open her some more concealment, The Virgin fumbled in the protrude containing the coins. With some difficultly she found and removed the florin.

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

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

"No, bless you, sweet small fry !"the woman answered. Virgin Mary realised that the woman considered her too feeble-minded to have predicted when the curse would strike, and breathed a suspiration of relief that obviously the passengers at least were unaware of her deeds of the past two nights.

Painfully she climbed back onto the deck. She breathed in lungfuls of the unused cold air, to pull in the acrid stink of below deck of cards from her nostril. As she limped across the deck she was cognizant of a issue of the sailors on deck looking at her salaciously and grinning. Blessed Virgin felt pangs of shame, despite the huge expense she had accrued. She pulled the folded blanket around her shoulders for warmth as the inhuman sea-breeze blew across the deck. She held on to the rail at the side of the ship to unbendable herself.

As she looked around her something began to nag inside her mind, something was wrongfulness. As her promontory cleared she realised what it was. Unlike the day before she could not see any coastline to either face of the watercraft. Mary 's supercilium 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 days one-time than herself.

"Excuse me, sir, can you reply me a interrogative sentence please ?"she said quietly.

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

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

The man laughed, but not unkindly. He gave Mary a pitying smiling as he replied"Why, dear minor, it will be many mean solar day and nights afore we make landfall in the New World !"

The New humankind ! Virgin Mary 's eyes bulged wide with surprise, and her jaw dropped in revulsion. The blood seemed to freeze in her vena as the inhuman realisation dawned upon her that she was going to spend more time aboard The Mayflower than she had ever thought ...