author 's banker's bill : This is a story, and the author is aware that it is not 100 % historically accurate, although efforts have been made to ensure some degree of realness. It is a workplace of fiction, however, and intended to be no more than that.



Madonna 's Unexpected journeying

"More ALE, WENCH, MORE ALE !"the man cried, slamming his empty tankard on the wooden board, causing the flame from the candle in the eye to waver. He and his three companions guffawed loudly and joined in a Greek chorus of shout for more, laughing, stamping their foundation on the flagstones and banging their own tankards.

With a benign smile, Mary filled two pitcher of ale from the bbl 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 raucous that was naught unexpected - many navy man visited the port of Dartmouth College, its deep-water tidal estuary and high valley slope were the perfect shelter for all size of ships. These men were no elision, hardened seafarer each and, typical of Panama ashore, drinking heavily.

However, they had honest humour, and tipped well. The Virgin was pleased to answer them, as she was most matelows, as her hebdomadary wage of two Somalian shilling was paltry. bakshis from affluent client could sometimes add several farthings to her pay.
Mary had learned that if she wore the top of her blouse pulled low, and strapped her stays tightly, that men loved to look down the valley formed by the gap between her generous bosom. Such men as those were inclined to tip more, and more often.

Virgin Mary was glad of her underbust corset, the solitary item of undergarment that she possessed. It held in her brush up tummy, and pushed up her breasts, giving her last to the build she longed for, like the daguerreotypes of copious and purple ladies from London which hung in the hall of the town hall.

How Mary wished that one day she might claver Jack London, its glamour and mystique seemed a life removed from that of a poor orphan girl in a small Devonshire Ithiel Town. Perhaps she might even go to a dramaturgy to watch a child's play by the man they called The Bard, who had died just a few days earlier.

At twenty, Virgin 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 vessel of the Spanish dark blue, and her mother had succumbed to smallpox four yr later.

Her upbringing in the orphanage of Saint Saviour 's had been austere and bleak, gruelling physical work and harsh treatment. Memories of being awoken early on chilly winter mornings, washing in cold water, dressing in the wickedness then walking across to the conterminous Church of angel Saviour 's in ordering to cleanse and polish the ornate ironwork door, or dusting the Interior Department and seeing to the rood screen within came back to her mind.

Madonna was slightly less inauspicious than some of the other small fry as an gift, a legacy of her father 's death in the service of the King, ensured that she received more substantial meals than otherwise, although she often gave some of her intellectual nourishment away to former minor who remained athirst even after the daily supper of veg stock and bread.

lacing with a joint or whang were not uncommon, for lady friend as well as son, although Mary often escaped penalty due to her mental ability for hard bribery and an aptitude for school lessons, a determination to one day escape her poorness driving her on.
She had proved an able and eager pupil in the classroom, learning her numbers by the age of nine, and her letters by thirteen.

Virgin Mary was shaken from her castle in the air as she reached the table, and began pouring ale from her pitcherful into the tankards of the waiting boater. Their language was harsh but good-natured, bantering with the Edward Young woman.

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

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

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

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

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

Most of the other customers had slipped quietly into the darkness of a Saturday night, the local anaesthetic only too aware that bibulous seamen were best avoided, and although these were private freighter rather than Royal Navy navy man they could still cause bother later.

Old Joe, who ran the inn looked over from his emplacement behind the bar and rolled his middle. Outwardly he tried to affect an air of disfavour of his barmaid 's flirting but he knew that it was good for stage business, and usually prevented drunken Jack from causing damage in the bar.

Mary had worked for him for five years now, and had been one of the best missy he had employed in his account of years running the inn known as The Carv 'd holy man. 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 scoop of his britches, opened a wooden storage locker on the back of the bar, and removed a bottle of pomace brandy. Pouring the sack liquid into four glassful he placed them upon a tray. Blessed Virgin carried the tray to the mesa and set the spectacles before the men. One called out to the innkeeper.

"Landlord ! Another glass, if thee will !"

Affecting an air of bemusement, Joe poured another measure and placed it on the bar. Mary took it to the mesa and set it down, but the men clamoured for her to drink it herself.

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

Blessed Virgin lowered her face, cocked her head to one side and turned her eyes innocently upwards"Art thee tempting me with strong John Barleycorn, sire ?"she asked, although the sparse rail line of a grinning on her typeface belied her naïve words.

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

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

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

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

Joe brought over the bottle and refilled the chicken feed, giving Mary a disapproving frown. Blessed Virgin winked at him. He rolled his oculus once more, but gave Virgin Mary a pernicious answering wink.

"leave the bottle, landlord."said one of the men."And pray, let this young housemaid sit and take boozing with us as a payoff for her punishing travails this eve ?"He motioned for Mary to draw up a wooden seat and join them. Blushing slightly, Mary obeyed. It was a relief to sit down, having spent many hours on her metrical unit whilst she worked, the punishing wooden shoes making her foundation aching, despite the cork insoles she had fashioned for them.

Now turning to his comrades the man said"head and tails for who doth pay ?"the caller nodded, each fumbling in their pocket and producing sail pouches. They all opened them, revealing a extract of halcyon doubloons in each. Blessed Virgin 's eyes opened full at the money, glittering even in the dim spark of the inn.

One of the men passed a coin to Madonna, then they each slammed a coin down on the table, keeping it covered with their helping hand."Spin the coin, estimable lady."said one, and Mary tossed it into the air, catching it and placing it on the table. She noticed that the coins were in fact crowned head, golden guineas worth twenty-one shillings each.

Her coin bore the picture of the king, and the men removed their hands, revealing that three of them also had Heads. These men screamed with laughter, jeering their brother 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 illumine caught them adeptly. His eyes now opened astray 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 value of the drinks they had consumed, and so Joe bowed his head politely, and graciously smiled and confirmed that indeed, it was. He returned to the bar, leaving Mary sitting with the four seafarers.

They drank another bout of the brandy and introduced themselves to her ; bathroom Cooper and Gilbert Wilson, helmsmen, Richard Ward, Captain Cook and Robert Standish, bosun. They revealed that their ship, normally a loading haulier, was currently sailing as a ferry"Carrying folk along th'slide, porthole to port. Not th'most excitin'o'trips as yet, but the pay is good."said Cooper.


Mary found herself particularly attracted to Henry M. Robert Standish, perhaps as his rank on the ship was the Sami as that of the father she could not recall, the father-figure she never had. They drank another round of spirits, emptying the bottle.

As he spoke of the ship 's journeys to strange lands Virgin Mary found herself imagining travelling the earth. A pipe-dream for a piteous young woman such as her, but a fantasy nonetheless.

By now, three declamatory brandies were beginning to make The Virgin slightly empty-headed. Her head was resting on Henry M. 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. Gary Cooper spoke"Indeed there be darkies in far-off lands, we 've seen them !"he chuckled"They wear no apparel, women as w 'll as men - and the men all ha'manhoods the size of your arm hanging down !"He placed the palm tree of his left manus in the malefactor of his right arm, and raised his right clenched fist.

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

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

Blessed Virgin 's brass flushed red. Indeed she had known man. several men in fact. Having left the orphanage at the age of 15 she had gained lodgings with the Widow Babbacombe, an aged woman who lived alone in a vauntingly house following the demise of her husband many years earlier. Old Mrs Babbacombe had taught her the secret of avoiding being with child. Her word of honor echoed still in Mary 's mind"A week from the beginning o'the cuss is OK, but ne'er the two calendar week hence, then the one-fourth week ye be thoroughly again."

Mary had used this noesis to groovy vantage in the past. Once, after a abbreviated intimacy with a bountiful Young boatman who worked on the riverboats she had been given passage up the river for a day out in the grocery store town of Totnes, ten air mile upstream, past the villages of Stoke Gabriel and Dittisham. It was the lonesome time in her life Mary had ever left Dartmouth College.

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

At church on a Sunday Mary frequently overheard talk behind her spinal column suggesting that she ought to be put in the pillory in Smith Street, and that she brought ignominy upon the townspeople. Mary was unperturbed. After her gruelling fostering she was prepared to do whatever she needed to in order to get by in spirit, and damn what anyone else thought.

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

The four hooted and whistled loudly. As the tankards and the brandy bottleful were now empty, Robert suggested that they depart, and invited Virgin Mary to return with them to"visit our fair vessel for a meter"

Mary agreed, and fetched her shawl from behind the bar. Old Joe shook his head 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 threshold of the inn they looked back at the building, its black tarred oaken beams breaking up the hush up domain of wall. Mary blew out the lamp which hung outside the front threshold and wrapped her shawl close around her shoulders. summertime was nearing its end, and the threat of fall was in the air. She heard the bolts slide shut inside the door, so she knew she was alone with the four sailors.

She had no concern though, for although mariners could be a rough lot, they were generally salt-of-the-earth types, and she felt strangely safe clutching Henry Martyn Robert 's arm. The brandy warmed her insides, causing her to trip a picayune as they made their way from high Street down Broad Steps to the Embankment. Her shoes clattered on the spacious flagstones and can Peter Cooper seized her former arm to stabilize 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 raunchy comments about Mary 's ample plus, various of them groping her tush on occasions, causing her to titter and eventually hiccough.

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

Like the Carv 'd Angel, the dock-master 's function was a marvellous Tudor building, its hush up bulwark broken up by dark tarred beams. As they neared the narrows they realised their caution was insupportable - in an office on the priming floor a night-watchman kip soundly in a chairman. The five of them chortled, each placing their hands on their sass and whispering"Hushhh !"to one another.

As they came out onto Pierre de Terrail 's Cove itself the ship, a four-masted vessel of a good thirty yards in distance could be seen at the far end of the short wharf. In the moonlight Mary read the epithet of the vessel, engraved upon a plaque below the police captain 's room in the stern of the ship.

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

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

Mary did so, to no relevancy though as from behind her a dyad of hands covered her eyes. She heard muttering then a voice said softly"This 'll heal thy hics, honest maid"she suddenly gasped as a pair of hands grasped her breasts, and a pair of lips covered her own. A natural language wriggled its way into her mouth, exploring deeply. She felt the man in front of her jam close, the punishing goon of his manhood pressing against her belly. Behind her the man holding her eyes also pressed close, rubbing his pelvis against her rump. He too had a hard lummox, pressed against her behind.

With a sudden starting 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 stupor was more than tempered however both by the after-effects of the brandy and the feeling coursing through her body as she felt two sexually excited men gyrate against her. She could finger herself moistening inside, as she realised that she had nothing to drop off. Blessed Virgin had enjoyed sex with one man at a time, four would simply be four clock time the pleasure, and in the break of the day the men would sail away on the lunar time period, probably never to be seen again in the town, so no-one would ever cognize what she had done.

Suddenly she was released from their grip and swept up a gang-plank onto the deck of the ship. From there she was hastened into a way at the rear of the main deck,"Steerage"she was told. In the centre of the room a wide rod protruded upwards from a hole in the deck, as tall as a man. The rear of the room was dominated by a peck of close up canvass sheets.

In the glumness someone lit an oil lamp, throwing a foreign yellowy gleaming across the elbow room. Robert held a finger to his brim"Quietly now, we shall not arouse our passengers, lads !"he warned.

A little skittish now, Mary turned to face the four men. In the light up she could see that their eyes were fixed upon her, travelling over ever inch of her torso, their full-blooded smiles only serving to compound her gumption of anticipation.

The olfactory property of caulk and pitch, assorted with the fetor of sweat and piss seemed to emanate from the very gameboard of the ship itself. Madonna paused for a import, unsure of what to do.

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

Taking a bass breath, Blessed Virgin turned around, slipped off her shoes, the tone down Ellen Price Wood of the boards poise against her invertebrate foot. She undid the fasteners to the side of the waistline set of her skirt, and let it fall to the floor, exposing her bare wing and rump. She stepped out of the skirt and turned back to face up the four men, who had stepped forward and surrounded her.

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

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

Obediently, Mary crossed her arms and began to pull her blouse upwards. As she did so, her weeping breasts swung innocent, propped upwards by the corset below them. Before she had even lifted the blouse off her forefront a twosome of sassing clamped down onto each of her nipples, and hired hand grasped at the placid, goose-bumped white flesh exposed. She tugged the garment free, to see that it was Baroness Jackson of Lodsworth and Gary Cooper who suckled at her breasts, their men sliding up the interior of her thigh, stroking over her pubis, fingers running through her pubic hair.

Robert reached out for her cheek with both hands, pulling it towards his own, and kissing her, his clapper reaching into her mouth, probing, exploring. Behind her John Tuzo Wilson fondled her rear, his fingers kneading the figure 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 time slot, whether barrel maker 's or Ward 's she knew not, nor cared, the tip briefly tickling her clitoris before digging deep into her. Virgin Mary let out a moan of pleasance, closing her heart and allowing the men costless reign with her body.

A second finger joined the first, the digits curving troll to stroke deep within her against the front wall of the interior of her vagina, raising her pleasure further. Suddenly the finger's breadth withdrew. Standish released her from the candy kiss, stepping back to watch out what was happening.

Ward released her ripe breast from his mouth and fell to his articulatio genus. Gary Cooper continued to fellate her leave alone bosom, his left hand grasping her exempt mammilla. The slimy smell 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 glossa extending to thumb around her engorged clitoris. She squealed with surprisal and delight, as no man had ever done that before - she had allowed men to come in their peter in her sassing, but had been unaware that the verso was even potential, never mind so enjoyable. Her body quivered as he lapped away at her now dripping hole.

James Fenimore Cooper now lifted his back talk away from her breast, his tongue describing a personal line of credit up between her knocker, both his deal now manipulating her mammilla. His lips planted a seam of osculation up her neck, over her chin and unto her lip, then his tongue began to explore her mouth.

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

Suddenly she felt herself be dragged backwards and away from the embraces of Ward and Gary Cooper, downwards towards the mickle of canvas sail behind her. Edward Osborne Wilson firmly pushed her down, her body matte out, him kneeling behind her headland, above her typeface. He pulled down his trousers to his human knee, his rear cock springing out. Mary knew what he expected of her, but beginning she spread her legs wide, raised her human knee, heels on the canvas tent, pointed to the centre of her groin and spluttered"More, more of that my in force men !"

She then tilted her chief back and suppliantly opened her sass. Thomas Woodrow Wilson placed a hand under the dorsum of her neck, lifting her head up and sliding his cock into the waiting orifice. Mary 's wishes were granted as she felt a sassing apply itself to her private parts, a tongue invading her intimately.

Her own tongue worked on the member in her mouth, licking at the well headspring, before Wilson pushed down hard. Her head tilted back, Mary 's throat easily accepted the intrusion, and Wilson began to slip in and out, at first slowly then quicker. Mary gasped for breathing place between strokes, her organic structure wriggling with pleasure from the sense impression throbbing through her body as an unknown glossa delighted her go through below.

That tongue withdrew, and was quickly replaced by another, whilst coarse-skinned hands stroked and fondled her stallion body, the choppiness of their weathered tegument contrasting with the cushy, shine tegument of the young woman, the friction serving to deepen her pleasure further.

Hands stroked up and down her second joint, over her belly and chest. A pair of hands wriggled under her and kneaded her buttocks. Mary surrendered herself to the rapture of sexual contact.

Wilson 's dick slid easily in and out of her mouth, one moment tease in her rima oris, its head retreating to her lips then sliding forcefully down into the top of her throat and back again. He paused, his cock in her mouth until his torso suddenly stiffened. He rammed his cock down and Madonna felt his cum heart into her throat. She choked, coughing as the fluid cut off her air temporarily, until the man withdrew from her. The spunk exploded back up into her lip as she coughed, then she swallowed it down, clearing her lip of the warm up fluid, but leaving the salty tang on her spit. The other three men gave muffled sunshine, praising Mary and mocking Wilson.

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

She had short prospect to reflect though as she felt a consistency climb on top of her, positioning itself between her still raised and banquet legs. She looked down to see Ward, his knickers pulled to his knees, steering his hard cock towards her slit. He reached her, sliding easily into the dripping wet fix. She gasped as the putz invaded her, the hard organ filling her interior.

He began to pump her, and she responded by giving out a series of pleasured oink with each stroke. Her haphazardness became louder as Ward banged into her, until Cooper hastily scrambled onto the sail alongside her. He tilted her side to the slide and pushed his hard stopcock into her, causing her to hold a damp squeal of pleasure.

"Hush, my smasher !"he said softly"This 'll keep thee repose, for sure"

Blessed Virgin 's head began to twirl - the sensations of having two pecker in her at once, knowing she was pleasing two men at the same time was both energize and empowering. She sucked obediently at the tool, between gasps as Mary Augusta Arnold Ward continued to hammer away at her, his hands grasping her hip joint, pulling them up to get together his thrusts. Her headland jerked with the musical rhythm, causing Cooper to impart out his own stifled moan of pleasance.

Her body began to quiver and her mind began to spin out as the quiver rose within her. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest then gave a sigh as coming overtook her. She could feel a rush of extra moistness within her vagina, even as the cock continued to plough into her. Her weaponry and legs trembled and her skin prickled with the joy of it all.

In her ecstatic nation she was vaguely aware of the men speaking to each early, then she groaned as the putz pulled out of her.

Not for long however, as she felt unassailable hands roll her unprotesting physical structure over onto her social movement, then lift her onto all fours, her knees and elbows taking her weight.

Now, it was Ward 's pecker which slid into her invitingly open mouth, while cooper took her from rear end, his cock pushing its way into her vagina, burying itself deep within her. Her entire consistency tingled with the sensations of the orgasm still thrilling her.

With the cock in her mouth, Virgin Mary savoured the musky gustatory perception of her own juices, mixing with the flesh of Ward and the end remnants of the flavour of Charles Thomson Rees Wilson 's spunk. ward placed his hands upon her head and began to fuck her oral fissure. Her body rocked backwards and forwards, her bosom swinging to and fro with the rhythm of Cooper 's thrusts from the rear. As the men synchronised their thrusts Mary felt her pleasure arise once more.

To her astonishment another coming ripped through her body, causing her to tremble and shake. Her mind exploded with pleasure. The Virgin had never experienced more than one orgasm at a time - she had not been cognisant that it was even possible ! Her hip wriggled, grinding against cooper, who gave an agonised grunt, then Mary felt a stream of hot cum shoot rich inside her, its warmth physical evidence of the pleasure she was giving to the men, delighting her even more.

When barrel maker withdrew from her, she focussed her attention now solely on the cock filling her sass. Mary had learned from experience how to please a man with her back talk, and she subjected Ward to the full chain of her gift, reaching up with her in good order hand and grasping the al-Qa'ida of the shaft, wringing her hand gently around it as she pulled her head away, then wrapped her tongue expertly around the head, using the tip of her tongue to excite that most sensitive field just below the alkali of the head, where the foreskin joins the shaft.

Barbara Ward gave out a guttural moan, then semen ejaculated powerfully from the tip, the inaugural blastoff splattering against her font. Duteously opening her oral cavity full, the next shot discharged directly into her mouth. She hastily placed her lips around the tip of the shaft, sucking furiously as the ease of his load fired into her mouth in hot shock, gulping it down.

When she was certain the ejaculation had ended, Virgin Mary released the member from her mouth. Cum from the first crack of Ward 's orgasm was plastered around her mouth, and stuck to his pubic hair.

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

Now, glancing over her articulatio humeri she saw Robert climbing onto the pot of canvass behind her, pulling his knickers down to expose his stiff prick. She smiled, eager to delight but the smile vanished from her lips as she felt the man steer his punishing cock into the gap 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 memory board flooded into her brain of the Rector at St Deliverer 's who used to touch her there with his finger, before lifting his cassock and making her rub him. She shivered and, fighting against panic, attempted to worm free.

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

Mary struggled against him, but his substantial hands grasped her hips strongly. She felt a pair of hands grip her ankle joint, dragging her branch further apart. A second yoke of hands suddenly held her implements of war, pinning her in place. She heard Robert 's representative once more.

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

"Aye, aye bo'sun !"responded Ward, departing the room into the dark beyond.

Mary 's nitty-gritty pounded in her chest as the cock continued to rub between her fanny, droplets of liquid dribbled from it, beginning to lubricate its passage. Suddenly Ward returned.

"Try this Rob !"he puffed, passing a wooden bowl to the bosun. Mrs. Humphrey Ward then grasped Mary 's jaw, tilting her caput back, and squeezing her mouth receptive. He tipped the contents of a diminished wooden jug into her back talk and held on, forcing her to swallow.

The bitter-sweet sting of the liquid burned down her throat and into her gut. Mary recognised the taste of Rum immediately, the harsh liquor almost instantly making her feel light-headed. Someone forced a shortstop length of rope crossways into her mouth.

Her head began to palpate ignitor, as she swivelled it around to see Robert larding his erecting with a grey unworthy substance. Ward dipped his helping hand into the bowl and, scooping up some of the fat with his fingerbreadth began to slap it around, and then into, her tight hole. Madonna 's point drooped forward, hanging listlessly.

Suddenly she felt a thrust as the pecker invaded her rear. Her pass shot up, her heart bulging. The esthesis of the all-encompassing girth of the cock burrowing into her felt as though a clenched fist had been stuck up into her belly, a sudden dull pain in the neck. She gasped, biting down on the piece of rope.

However, the peter retreated and the pain faded, the rum by now dulling her signified. As the cock slid in for a instant fourth dimension it pushed dull, easing into the orifice gently.

Mary realised that the hurting was less than the inaugural time she had been with a man, to a lesser extent than the execration even. The putz slid back, then slowly in again. It began to sense at first base endurable, then comfortable, and finally pleasurable.

She spat out the roach. Her breath came in gasps as the turncock began to thrust, picking up velocity as it slid in and out of her, the goose-fat causing slurping racket 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 knocker. As Henry Martyn Robert increased his speed, both of his drive and the fingers now sliding easily through her wet slit she felt another orgasm rise up inside her, her dead body quivering with the genius. She groaned as she came, the waving of pleasure rippling through her organic structure as she felt the man shoot his hot load into her.

He withdrew, releasing her from his appreciation, and she collapsed forward, panting, spent, exhausted and salute. In a shock she felt the men thank her, and bid her goodnight. A couplet of sassing kissed hers, followed by her hand being lifted and kissed upon its back. A further kiss landed on her forehead.

Too exhausted even to be active, Mary curled into the foetal position. Her eyes closed. As she drifted into a well-chosen slumber she was aware of someone dragging a sail shroud over her, covering her nearly naked body.

When Mary woke her promontory pounded. Her sassing was dry and her stomach queasy. Her rear ached. Her centre hurt as quill of light drilled into them, She closed them briefly then squinted. She was vaguely cognisant of two men standing with their backs to her, both of them grasping the large wooden pole in the centre of the elbow room, one pushing agin it, the other pulling from the other side.

As the events of the former night flooded back to her she felt a prime of shame. Realising that she wore only her corset, she tried to hit her clothes, still scattered on the deck nearby. Unable to get to she slipped as quietly as she could from under the canvas covering her. Not quietly enough, as the two men looked towards her, in all her raw glory. Mary recognised Peter Cooper and Mount Wilson as they smiled leeringly.

"commodity morning my sweetheart !"said one, laughing.

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

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

They were at sea ! Mary gasped in fear and wonder then ran to the door, looking out to see green coastline to her right, and nothing but sea to her left.

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

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

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

Henry Martyn Robert laughed, kindly. He smiled down at her.

"We tried to waken thee, but thy slumber was too deep."he said"We thought thy might postulate of eternal rest so we left thee there. We will detect land later this day, and thee can return in a stagecoach."

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

A wry grin crossed the man 's aspect"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 little canvas purse, held tight by a drawstring.

Mary opened it and was astonished to see four fortunate pieces inside. Her center opened broad. Each coin was worth to a greater extent than she earned in two months at the Angel Falls !

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

Robert spoke once again"We will relieve oneself Land in a few 60 minutes, there 's sure to be a coach bound for Dartmouth. Til then if thee go see Cookie forward there,"he pointed to a threshold across the pack of cards, near the bow of the ship"he 'll assort a breakfast for thee."

Blessed Virgin 's breadbasket churned from both the motility of the ship and the liquor of the night before, so she politely declined the mind of nutrient, but went forward anyway for a drunkenness of water for her parched mouth.

When she reached the galley, Aaron Montgomery Ward grinned at her, a knowing smile combining with a lecherous sneer. Blushing, Mary asked for some water supply, which she drank. Not knowing what to do next she went out on deck, breathing in the clear sea air. Some of the passengers were up on deck now, taking in the aviation themselves. Blessed Virgin felt a sudden haste of embarrassment - what if any of them and been awoken the night before, and cried pity upon her ? Hastily she returned to the Steerage, sitting herself down on the plenty of canvas canvass upon which so much had taken topographic point the night before.

James Fenimore Cooper and Wilson smiled at her. Blushing she thanked them for their gratuity. They chortled. Frank Cooper said"Ye can give thanks the bosun for that my lovely,'twas his thought. A pretty penny for a pretty lass, head - and well earned too !"both men laughed.

Mary 's eyes looked down at the deck In her judgement a battle raged. It was a painful affair she had done, but still, the money would buy her many luxuries. She fervently hoped she would be home by nightfall - Mrs Babbacombe, although used to Mary not coming 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 holy person on Monday.

She felt awkward as she made small-scale talk with the two men, men whom she had surrendered herself to so freely the dark before. James Fenimore Cooper and Edmund Wilson pushed and pulled the magnetic pole according to shouts from above, turning the rudder attached to the pole below.

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

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

Mary 's heart jumped in her chest. Plymouth ! She had heard so much about it, a majuscule maritime port for both His stateliness 's naval forces and many merchantmen too. A huge urban center, with a universe of nearly twenty thousand psyche, 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 capable to go ashore up a gang-plank. Following her were several of the passengers. Standing at the rail Robert called out to them, his dominate voice booming out amid the hub-bub and haphazardness of the busy quay"Aware ! We are here but to take on new water. We sail again on the next falling tide, thee hath but an time of day to return !"

Mary looked back, taking one last take care down at the ship. She patted the bag of coins, its drawstring coiled around a skirt button for prophylactic and tucked inside the waistband. With a grin she turned on her heel and ventured along the bustling dock towards the city itself.

By now her katzenjammer had passed, and she felt suddenly hungry - it had been almost a day since she had eaten, a tiffin of bread and cheese taken during her prison-breaking at the Angel. Her bay window rumbled angrily.

As she left the wharf behind she wended her way into the con game and bustle of the busy city. Men shouted roughly, horse-drawn carts clip-clopped along, street dealer yelled their sales line of gab, woman hastened to and fro. A cleaning woman stood on a street nook openly offering her wiles to passerby.

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

As she passed the charwoman she flashed her an approving smiling. The fair sex gaped back, unused to blessing from other women, more used to looks of disdain.

Virgin Mary strolled through the streets, taking in the amazing mess and sounds of the urban center, a world away from her low home-town.

Mary 's nostrils caught the wholesome scent of intellectual nourishment drifting through the air, and she espied a seller with a pushcart laden with share of clothed cloth. The portion gave off a faint steam, and the flavor of broil meat and veg drifted Forth River. A sign proclaimed the parcels to contain"Kernow Pastyes of the finest kinde home baked ”.

Mary was familiar with the Cornish fowl dainty of the pasty, although the knockout had originated with the tin miners of Cornwall, the county whose border was the other incline of the river from Plymouth itself, versions of them were rough-cut upon the tables of working kinfolk across the whole region.

Her sass salivated at the persuasion of a true Cornish Pasty - she knew that the handheld delectation would lie in of beef mixed with onions, radical veg and ail, wrapped in pastry dough and baked in an oven.

She approached the carrel. The vendor 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 tract. She tugged the sheet purse from her waistband, then opened it, the coins glistening in the sunlight. She brandished one of the coins.

The man 's centre opened across-the-board at the sight of the golden piece."What is THAT ?"he snarled"Some fake or forgery ?"

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

His face was rigid as he replied"well, that 's as maybe lass, but even if thee speak the true statement a pasty is but a penny-farthing. I have no alteration to gibe your coin so I shall deliver to accept the all coin !"

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

The man 's face and voice were harsh"Then get thee away from here, insolent doll ! Bother me no more urchin !"he began to re-wrap the pie.

Mary turned and sped away, teardrop forming in her heart. A tap on the berm brought her to a freeze. A young man stood there, a smile upon his face.

"Pray, lady, yard seemst to be lost in this town, mayhap I can facilitate thee ?"he said, in a favorable voice.

Mary sniffed, choking back the tears"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 turn back to my home in Dartmouth."

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

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

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

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

Blessed Virgin paused, unsure of her surroundings.

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

Blessed Virgin followed timidly. Suddenly the man stopped. He spun around and to Mary 's astonishment and scourge he struck her a snow around the headspring, combined with a recoil to her legs.

Her head spinning from the blast she fell to the earth. The man fumbled at her dame 's waistband then snatched the purse from her, running off down the bowling alley and disappearing around a corner.

Stunned by the sudden Assault, Mary eventually picked herself up from the dry land. Now she was alone and penniless in this tremendous urban center. What would turn of her she wondered. She felt totally isolated, without a Friend to her gens. Tears rolled down her cheeks.

She wondered what she could do. Suddenly she thought of the only if familiar affair she knew of in this vast place, the only masses she knew in this mass of souls.

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

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

The man looked at her with disdain"That way unintelligent wench,"he muttered, gesturing down the street with an arm"save going downhill until thy infantry be wet !"

Blushing, Virgin Mary fled towards the harbor. Hurrying through the crowds she remembered Henry M. Robert 's vox"Aware ! We sail again on the future falling lunar time period, thee hath but an hour to return !"

The sun was lower now in the sky, yearn shadows were beginning to fill up the streets with gloom. Mary guessed that the sentence for the ship to sail must be near. Her centre musical 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 boats moored there bet almost superposable but suddenly she chanced upon it, the name-plate still visible in the fogginess. To her repugnance she saw that men were beginning to nobble the gang-plank devoid of the ship which now stood mellow above the quay on the top of the tide. Hitching up her dame, she began to run.

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

The appall longshoreman on the harbourside paused momentarily, long enough for Madonna to scamper up the wooden plank onto the deck.

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

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

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

Obediently Mary returned to the Steerage cabin to the aft of the deck, wiping her oculus on the hem of her shawl. King John Cooper was there, and he gave a surprised salary increase of his eyebrows at her appearing then smiled, a lecherous grinning as his eyes travelled up and down her curvy eubstance. Another man stood alongside him, a young fair-haired man whom Blessed Virgin had not seen before. Both were stripped to the waist, their singlets cast down to the deck of cards beside them.

"Welcome, pretty maiden ! well to see thee once to a greater extent !"Cooper said.

With an air of astonishment the younger man, who was perhaps the Saami age as Virgin Mary or More like a duad of years younger said"Is this the housemaid from shoemaker's last Night of which grand hast spoken ?"

"Indeed it be."Gary Cooper answered"As if stepping from from some fantasy of the night, from mine dreams into tangible life !"

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

There was very much shouting going on outside the steerage cabin, Mary recognised Miles Standish 's vocalisation bellowing order of magnitude to unobserved men high above in the rigging commanding them to adjust the canvas to take full advantage of the wind that that was blowing up down through Plymouth sound.

Above the Steerage former voices shouted commands down through an overt hachure to Peter Cooper and the youth man, as they grasped the large Pole in the centre of the cabin, pushing and pulling it this way and that, drawing breath hard with the effort of shifting the rudder beneath the fanny of the ship against the currents of the river as it flowed out into the tide of the spread out sea.

The ship 's boards creaked as the mighty vessel made way into the side TV channel. Mary 's trunk swayed with the motions of the ship, which was beginning to lurch now, cutting through the waving which were approaching the shore.

"HARD A STARBOARD, sonny ! HARD A STARBOARD !"a vocalisation cried above them.

Cooper and his helper heaved at the pole, dragging it to the left wing. Despite the rapidly chill temperature as the swig of common cold autumnal sea air blew into the cabin, both men were sweating with the effort of controlling the focusing of the ship 's traveling. Even in her dishevel and weary state Madonna could not help but notice the two men 's rippling muscular trunk, their well-developed biceps bulging alongside their taut, flat belly. She felt a companion tingle within her, deep below her belly as she admired their chassis and remembered her sexual risky venture of the premature eve.

After quite some time the lurching of the ship began to lessen, and the steerer were ordered to tidy up up the rudder. The ship steadied to a more regular, gentle paradiddle from stem to aft so Blessed Virgin guessed they were now safely at sea. Cooper introduced the other man as Christopher Benbury, whilst lighting a pair of oil-lamps at either face of the room. Mary began to excuse her plight when the cabin door opened and a untested cabin-boy, perhaps six twelvemonth younger than The Virgin herself entered, bearing a tray.

He hesitated nervously, then spoke to Cooper"Er … bosun just came to the galley and told cookie to 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 good while !"he motioned towards Mary.

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

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

The two helmsman chortled.

"The very Sami !"James Fenimore Cooper declared.

The cabin-boy stared at Madonna, his gaze travelling from her haircloth and facial expression down her physical structure and back up to her knocker, where he stared for several seconds, am amazed smiling upon his face. He was interrupted from his abstraction by a loud cough from Cooper.

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

Mary picked up the tray and saw that upon it was a wooden plate with some common cold snub of meat and a lump of bread, a lidded bowl with a spoon alongside and a bombastic 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 fertile. She took a swig from the beaker and spluttered as the tasting hit the book binding of her pharynx. It was ale of some sort, but with a bunco game to it. Thirsty, she cared not and took another swig, then spooned some of the pottage into her mouth. Although it was but lukewarm it was the first proper food she had eaten for over a day.

The Virgin picked up a leg of domestic fowl from the scale and bit deeply into it, tearing off its kernel hungrily. There was some slice cold bitch too, which she ate with aplomb. Soon she had finished all the food, and downed the queer ale too.

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

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

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

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

Cooper 's case set sternly, although the slenderize communication channel of a smile belied his stentorian musical note"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 to a greater extent among the crew who would reward thee similarly for your appealingness though !"

Virgin Mary gasped"Sire ?"

Frank Cooper 's voice was flat, that of a merchant driving a hard bargain"We four rewarded thee well for your help yestereve, and that reinforcement should be to a greater extent than enough for us to savor thee once more, so should thou bid to earn more then thy will have to entertain more !"he, Edward Osborne Wilson and Benbury began to fix the rudder-pole in plaza with respective thickheaded ropes.

Virgin Mary 's jaw dropped in surprise as the enormity of what was expected of her sunk in. The inviolable ale coursed through her vena now though, and the memories of the hitherto never before feel pleasures of the night returned to her mind. She realised that when the boat found kingdom tomorrow she would need money to return to her plate, and there was only one way she could take in it. If she was rewarded in the manner of before then not only could she riposte, but return with a bountiful meed to flush. If she refused she would be no more than a penniless beggar, a hapless vagrant in a strange town.

Her brass reddened, but a wry smiling crossed her fount"Why in effect sire, if I am to be rewarded in the way of last night I might well give myself to such men as would desire me."

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

Virgin Mary blushed deeply, realising that she had been the theme of much treatment among the men, but inside her a frisson of excitement crackled. She could find a moistening within her, and she sat upright, fidgeting slightly as her vagina tingled with the scene of a repeat of the Nox before.

Cooper stamped his boot hard down upon the deck of cards three times, and shortly after the cabin room access swung open. Henry M. Robert Standish entered, followed by three more unknown men, who were ushered in by Richard Ward, who carried a wooden flask and a lidded pot.

Mary now found herself alone in a way with eight men. Her eyes stretched wide with fearfulness and excitement at the cerebration of what was to follow. She felt light-headed, and staggered a little as she stood up to present the men. Laughing, Ward spoke.

"Ah, pretty princess, didst one thousand enjoy the ale I sent thee ? Doubtless the dip of grog I added made it a hearty brewage indeed !"

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

She was about to set out to remove her clothes as she had the Nox before when suddenly Standish stepped behind her and grasped her firmly with his manly blazonry, His adhesive friction was tight but not uncomfortable. He grabbed her blouse and in one motility lifted it up. Mary lifted her weapon in response to provide him to polish off the garment.

Her pendulous tit swung freely, all the men in front of her gazing at them. Some licked their mouth in anticipation. Standish 's workforce now moved swiftly to the waistband of her wench and deftly undid the push which held it sloshed. The skirt dropped down her peg, pooling around her mortise joint. She stepped free of it, kicking off her brake shoe as she did so.

The male arms which wrapped her body now fiddled with the lacing at the top of her girdle, hardened, muscular fingers nevertheless easily undoing the burl which held it tight. He tugged at the sides of it, and it came loose. Madonna pulled it down, wriggling to get it over her ample hips. It dropped to the level, where she kicked it away. She stood now completely naked before eight men, four of whom were tot strangers, three of whom she did even know the name of, she realised with a shock.

In the gloom her hide seemed to shine, picket and smooth. Her breasts heaved as she breathed, the roundness of her belly drawing the gaze of the men to the nest of hair's-breadth that surrounded her labia,

Suddenly she felt Standish 's lips softly kiss her ear, nuzzling at her lobe then running a line of business of soft kisses down her neck. His bridge player slid up her rib-cage to her breasts, where he massaged them slowly, then began to run with her mamilla. She shivered from the lenify pleasure, her second joint wobbling as she shivered.. Reaching down with her bridge player to her pubis, she began to stroke her throbbing clitoris with a single finger, the succus of her pussycat 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 torso, some softly some more rocky. As on the Night before, it was Ward who knelt and began to pleasure her with his glossa, lapping at her clit and sliding a fingerbreadth late into her. Madonna 's organic structure gyrated involuntarily with pleasure. She felt herself gently but firmly steered back onto the canvas tent where, as before she opened her pegleg all-inclusive to ease access to her intimate parts.

She realised that hospital ward 's knife had been replaced by one of the unknown men, as the genius shuddering through her body made her squirm. Suddenly the man withdrew his tongue from her. Wiping his mouthpiece on his sleeve he called to the vernal steersman who had been working with Peter Cooper earlier.

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

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

Nervously the vernal man approached the sprawled distaff frame before him. Pulling down his britches he climbed onto the sheet and shuffled himself between Mary 's invitingly open thighs. She smiled at him, the reckless mixture of alcohol and sexual agitation making her totally uninhibited.

She gave a moan of pleasure as she felt his cock lantern slide into her. She closed her eyes as he began to shove his humanity into her. However after only a few fortuity she felt a sudden jet of hotness within her belly, accompanied by a chorus of shout from the assembled men. She gave a groan of letdown as she felt the peter withdraw from her.

Mary opened her center to see the young man being man-handled up and away from her, his prick twitch as spunk ejaculated from it, splattering onto her belly and thighs.

Laughing uproariously, Cooper said"Ah, away with you lad ! You 'll not queer the pitch shot with your nerve, young 'un ! You come even immediate than Gilby did end night, but as twas thy low sentence we 'll forgive thee !"

Mary put her hand over her oral cavity to suffocate a giggle as she realised what had occurred. She looked around the men, making eye contact with each as she used her fingerbreadth to scoop up the spermatozoon from her stomach, then sucked the gluey fluid from her digits, extending her spit to puzzle out them neat. She repeated this for the sperm on her thigh, and finally fingered her vagina with two figure, slurping loudly as she sucked off the juices, the sense of taste of her own musk predominant.

The men stood hypnotized, but chattered loudly to each other, making many and varied remark of a obscene nature as they stared at her. Inwardly Mary revelled at their stares and their Christian Bible, delighted to be the centre of their attentions and lustfulness, the object of their desire.

In his commanding manner, Robert Standish reminded them to celebrate the noise down l they cause offence or alarm among the rider

The men all stared at her, some now rubbing bulges in their genital organ. Standish pulled Madonna upright to a sitting position. Her legs dangled over the edge of the canvas pile, her bare feet touching the tough wooden table of the pack of cards. He pulled down his pants and his erecting sprang discharge, invitingly close to Mary 's mouth, who wasted no prison term in grasping it with both hands and placed her rim around its majestic head. Cooper stamped his groundwork once more.

Mary rocked her head back and Forth River, sucking hard. One hand gripping the base of the cock, the other gently tickling and teasing his ball, a fingertip reaching almost to his anus then stroking delicately forward, he gave hearable groan of delight.

Mary could smell the excitement building within his body but before he could ejaculate into her sass, 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 lassie ! I shall simply salvage some for later, I shall have thee again by and by this night. offset thee has many of the crew to deal with !"

Virgin Mary 's jaw dropped as she saw respective more men enter the cabin. A twelve couple 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 drippage vagina easily allowed the penetration, the cock slipping into her with a brief slurp.
A second man twisted her head word to one English and forced his penis into her mouth.
She felt her bridge player being guided to the one-third tool. Instinctively she grasped it and began to stroke it, falling into the rhythm of the man thrusting deep 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 ardent splattering of the come tickling her supersensitive skin.

She heard James Fenimore Cooper 's vocalization"good man, we 'll not satisfy her with spunk just yet, we do n't want a sticky wicket for all the fellows that follow !"

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

She worked the rooster in her mouthpiece as she had done Standish 's, her uncoerced sass accommodating the cock easily, her tongue expertly flickering around the throbbing appendage, her bridge player stroking the stand, teasing the orchis 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 small of her book binding, creating a warm sticky kitty there.

She was aware of a naked man lying beside her, and her physical structure was pulled on top on his. Blessed Virgin sat up, kneeling astride him as he slid his rooster into her. Mary had never has sex with a man in such fashion before, but began to ride him instinctively, thrusting her coxa 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 movement rampart of her vagina, causing touch sensation of joy and joy hitherto unsung and the pleasure boiled up, causing a high-pitched squeal of delight to escape her lips 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 delectation flowing down to the peak of her toes, along her arms to the oddment of her digit and up to her head, where her thinker swam, stars appearing before her eyes.

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

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

A male phonation said"So, like it on top do thee, thy young cocotte ?"The obscure 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 minutes earlier.

The room was full of the croak yack of unrestrained men, all grumbling and babbling in low voices, trying to keep back the noise to a low level. Suddenly all noise ceased momentarily, until The Virgin heard a voice say"As you were, men ! Just though that I should accompany thee upon this spree."

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

Madonna felt a moment man mechanical press himself close behind her, his soused cock nudging between the flapping cheeks of her arse, his hands grasping her wing. The un-mistakable voice of Robert Standish cut through the clamour.

"She 'll shoot it up there just fine, Capt'n - but you 'll need a hand or two of grease to shine your way into that transition !"he laughed.

The Virgin twisted her body, turning to see Myles Standish opening the lidded pot that cookie had carried from the caboose and offering it to the man behind her. She felt, as before, the slap of cold goose soil into the valley between her tail. As she thrust her hips to and fro on the man still beneath her she felt a oily finger slide into her anus.

Suddenly her movements were stopped by a dyad of inviolable hands gripping the love-handles on her incline, pulling her upwards. She felt something probing the rim of her anus, then atmospheric pressure as it slowly pushed inside her. Once more she felt her trunk encroach upon, as if a fist had been pushed up mystifying into her, reaching through her guts up to her tummy. This time however there was no pain, just an enormous belief of penetration, of invasion. The thought of giving herself so totally, so intimately to a man only served to increase the impression of wanton gratification.

The cock began to slip backwards, then forwards, driving her pelvic girdle down under the weight and back onto the cock of the man below her. Now there were two cocks within her at once, and her eyes bulged with delectation. The sensation of total fulfillment, not only her own physical delight but the mental pleasure of knowing she could satisfy two men at once, lifted her to new heights of delight, above mere bodily orgasm but to an aery human beings of indefinable consummation.

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

Their lustfulness sated, the men released her, and she slumped sideways onto the canvas, shuddering with delight as the orgasms echoed through her torso. In the gloominess she was astonished to see four more men, all stripped naked and all rubbing their erect hammer !

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

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

Mary resigned herself to what was about to fall out. She sighed and took a deep swig of the fiery spirit 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 channelize his hammer into her endorse passage, still greasy from the bozo fat that had been applied there. A second man pushed his raw hips against hers and forced his hammer into her kitty. A third gear man knelt behind her nous, and that of the man beneath her and, cradling her neck opening with his workforce, tilted her head upside down, exposing her mouth and throat.

Madonna opened her mouth and the cock pushed its way in. Her nous spun as she realised that she was now accommodating three dick at once ! Her body heaved this way and that, beyond her ascendancy as the men pushed and pulled her, thrusting in and out.

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

Strange hands grabbed both her own hands, and she felt them steer her fingerbreadth around two More rampant cocks. Having lost control condition of her consistency, surrendering it to the wiles of the men, Virgin Mary struggled to continue in control of her sentiment as she realised that she was now pleasuring six men at once.

She began to finger dizzy, her mind spinning from a compounding of alcohol and sheer delight. Vaguely she was cognizant of some of the men releasing their grip on her, vaguely mindful of watercourse of hot cum shooting into and onto her body.

In an almost dreamlike state she felt men falsify her body into unlike spot, felt different putz playground slide in and out of her every orifice, felt ever more cum on her and in her. Madonna 's mind drifted away into a haze of oblivion.

Suddenly she awoke with a start to observe another man 's strange face above her, his expression of jubilate evident as he released yet another torrent of jism into her. Shocked, Mary realised that she had passed out, but the men had kept on taking her nonetheless. How foresightful 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. The Virgin tried to object, but all her voice could negociate was a low croaking. Her body felt too weakly to balk, so Madonna resigned herself once more to the lust of the man, her arm hobble with debilitation. She drifted back to sleep while he rode her.

When Mary awoke once to a greater extent it was daylight. The rays of autumn sunshine streamed directly down through the scuttle above the Steerage cabin, hurting her eyes. She found herself covered not only by a dither of the canvas tent, but a soft blanket had been wrapped around her.

Every muscle in her consistence ached, every joint in every limb felt as if it had been stretched beyond its limits. Her jaw ached from the amount of clock time it been extended the night before to accommodate so many hammer. Her vagina was dry and sore, and her prat burned as though a hot coal had been inserted there. Her teat were sore to the contact, even the rub of the soft blanket upon them made her wince with nuisance. A dry mouth and a thunderous headache compounded her suffering.

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

Stiffly, she moved her body out from under the canvas. This time she could care less about her nakedness, she let the mantle fall to the floor as she picked up her wearing apparel and painfully began to dress, every heart in her organic structure protesting at the movement. She noticed a trickle of dried lineage on the spine of her leg.

One of the two men at the rod, the one Madonna was n't trusted she recognised or not, saw her and brightly said"Good good morning Blessed Virgin !"

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

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

Blushing he approached Virgin 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 fur, disappearing across the deck towards the fo'c'sle.

The two helmsmen chuckled.

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

"Under the canvass there, beside where thee slept, ye shalt find a bag containing a fair bounty for your night 's attempt, miss."

Cringing, Mary lifted the sail upon which she had given so lots for the stopping point two nights. Her eyes fell upon a bag of heavy thread cloth, tied up with a cord threaded through a series of yap around the top.

She hefted the bag in her hand. It felt great, 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 nap blanket before her, and popping them one at a sentence back into the bag. To her astonishment, there were forty-two gold pieces, and one florin ! Although the gulden was Charles Frederick Worth two Kenyan shilling, and so was be to Mary 's every week remuneration at the Angel, it was unimportant compared to the gold wop, each Charles Frederick Worth xxi shillings.

Mary tried to dig how much money the sum was. She totted up the pounds in her head, and realised that it would take her almost ten years to gain that amount. She was robust !

Any shame she felt at her feat vanished, as she realised she could now populate out all her dreams. She could visit capital of the United Kingdom, buy refined clothes and perfumes, she could even buy underwear ! She resolved to have zippo but alright silk unmentionable and stockings, and she would purchase a corset that not only pushed up her bust but covered it too, saving her embarrassment on frigidity 24-hour interval when her nipples became all too visible through her blouse.

Behind her one of the men spoke to her.

"If you 're wondering about the florin,"he said, chuckling"well … you ca n't expect a mere cabin-boy to be able-bodied to yield a hale guinea, can you ?"

Virgin Mary 's jaw dropped momentarily as the knowledge that every hold out man-jack of the crew must have visited her during the dark, 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 shank. The cold September wind whistled through the still-open door from when the cabin-boy had departed in haste some arcminute earlier. She folded the cover and wrapped it around her shoulders.

She picked up the tray, upon which was a collection plate holding a breakfast of boodle and Fish. The cold fish tasted of cipher but the vinegar and salinity in which it had been preserved, but the breadstuff was still fresh. The Virgin 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 last nighttime 's had been.

After consuming the breakfast Mary felt a little better. Her headache had disappeared and her sear oral fissure now felt formula. She gathered the dental plate and beaker onto the tray and slowly, jerkily stood up, her body still filled with ache and pains following her escapades of the night before.

Carrying the tray, she hobbled to the doorway that led out onto the deck and attempted to descend the few wooden footprint 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 prevent the plate and cup from falling to the deck due to the gracelessness of her movements. As she painfully stooped to pick them up, they rolled humiliatingly away from her, aware that several of the passengers were now up on deck of cards taking in the air.

One lady fixed her with a kindly grinning and bent to attend her in gathering up the point. As she straightened up Mary realised, to her further embarrassment, that a trickle of impertinent blood was running down her leg, her anus had begun to phlebotomise once Thomas More, and the blood was beginning to seep through her skirt.

She stopped, rooted to the pip 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 trace her. Mary followed her to a opening which led below deck of cards. Blessed Virgin followed her down a stair that was so steep it was more akin to a ladder. She winced as she descended, every roast and heftiness aching.

In the gloom below decks the smelling assaulted Mary 's nostrils. The stench of pitch and caulking hung in the air, accompanied by the odour of human effort, weewee and excrement. To her amazement another stink floated in the air, one that immediately reminded Mary of the W. C. Fields at the top of Jawbones Hill in Dartmouth College, the feel of farms, the smell of animal. Suddenly Mary heard bleating from below the deck of cards upon which she stood, the sudden realisation that the ship was ferrying not only passenger along the coast, but animals too.

The char who had bid Madonna follow her led her to a small expanse screened by a curtain. Mary noticed many more small enclaves, each screened by some class of sheet or drape to give a short concealment. The fair sex picked up an old rag, and tore off a strip for her. Mary realised that the woman believed that she was suffering the swearword, and she gratefully smiled and accepted the talent. Hiding behind the curtain, Mary lifted her bird and wrapped the airstrip of rag around her groin and backside, tying the ends tightly.

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

When she had finally readjusted her garments The Virgin hobbled from the woman 's sleeping living quarters. Humbled by the act of bare kindness, she pressed the florin into the charwoman 's hired man, knowing that in the fogginess below deck of cards she would be unable to discover the exact nature of the coin.

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

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

Painfully she climbed back onto the deck. She breathed in lungfuls of the fresh frigidness air, to sort out the acerbic mephitis of below decks from her anterior naris. As she limped across the deck she was cognizant of a identification number of the Panama hat on pack of cards looking at her salaciously and grinning. Mary felt pangs of shame, despite the huge disbursement she had accrued. She pulled the folded cover around her shoulder joint for warmth as the coldness sea-breeze blew across the deck. She held on to the rail at the slope of the ship to unfaltering herself.

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

Too embarrassed to draw close any of the gang she sidled over to one of the passengers, a smartly-dressed man a few yr onetime than herself.

"apology me, sir, can you answer me a question please ?"she said quietly.

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

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

The man laughed, but not unkindly. He gave Mary a pitying grinning as he replied"Why, dear nestling, it will be many Day and dark afore we make landfall in the New World !"

The New populace ! The Virgin 's eye bulged wide of the mark with surprise, and her jaw dropped in repugnance. The stemma seemed to freeze in her vein as the frigidity realisation dawned upon her that she was going to expend Thomas More time aboard The Mayflower than she had ever thought ...