Author 's note : This is a account, and the author is aware that it is not 100 % historically exact, although elbow grease have been made to ensure some degree of realness. It is a work of fiction, however, and intended to be no Thomas More than that.



The Virgin 's Unexpected Journey

"MORE ALE, dame, Sir Thomas More ALE !"the man cried, slamming his void tankard on the wooden table, causing the flaming from the candela in the meat to flicker. He and his three companions guffawed loudly and joined in a chorus line of shouts for more, laughing, stamping their feet on the flag and banging their own tankards.

With a benign smiling, Blessed Virgin filled two mound of ale from the barrel of beer behind the bar counter and then, ducking under the oil-lamps that illuminated the bar, approached the men sitting at their table at the far side of the room.
Although they were getting a bit roughneck that was nothing unexpected - many Panama hat visited the port of Dartmouth, its deep-water tidal estuary and high valley side were the perfect shelter for all sizes of ships. These men were no exclusion, hardened old salt each and, typical of navy man ashore, drinking heavily.

However, they had right humour, and tipped well. Madonna was pleased to serve them, as she was most matelows, as her weekly wage of two British shilling was paltry. lead from moneyed customer could sometimes add several farthings to her pay.
Mary had learned that if she wore the top of her blouse pulled low, and strapped her corset tightly, that men loved to wait down the vale formed by the gap between her generous embrace. Such men as those were inclined to tip Thomas More, and more often.

Madonna was glad of her underbust corset, the only detail of undergarments that she possessed. It held in her labialize tummy, and pushed up her bosom, giving her conclusion to the figure she longed for, like the daguerreotypes of copious and regal ladies from British capital which hung in the foyer of the Town hall.

How The Virgin wished that one day she might travel to Jack London, its glamour and mystique seemed a lifetime removed from that of a pitiful orphan missy in a small Devon townsfolk. Perhaps she might even go to a theatre to find out a play by the man they called The Bard, who had died just a few years earlier.

At 20, Mary was as old as the C itself. Her founder, a royal Navy bosun, had died at sea when she was aged two, in a clash with a vessel of the Spanish navy, and her mother had succumbed to smallpox four yr later.

Her bringing up in the orphans' asylum of saint Jesus of Nazareth 's had been austere and bleak, gruelling physical work and coarse discourse. Memories of being awoken early on chilly overwinter morning, washing in cold H2O, dressing in the dark then walking across to the next Church of nonesuch Saviour 's in order to clean and polish the ornate ironwork room access, or dusting the interiors and seeing to the crucifix covert within came back to her mind.

Blessed Virgin was slightly LE unfortunate than some of the former children as an natural endowment, a legacy of her begetter 's expiry in the Robert William Service of the King, ensured that she received more material meals than otherwise, although she often gave some of her food for thought away to other children who remained thirsty even after the daily supper of vegetable broth and bread.

licking with a stick or belt were not uncommon, for girls as well as male child, although Virgin Mary often escaped punishment due to her capacity for hard grafting and an aptitude for schooling lessons, a determination to one day escape her poverty driving her on.
She had proved an able and eager student in the classroom, learning her numbers 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 pitchers into the tankards of the waiting leghorn. Their speech was vulgar but good-natured, bantering with the Whitney Moore Young Jr. woman.

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

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

One of the men grabbed Mary's buttocks through the pleats of her bird 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 Panama hat 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 quite a little of flirting would bring in her more besides.

Most of the former customers had slipped quietly into the darkness of a Saturday Night, the locals only too aware that bibulous gob were best avoided, and although these were private freighter rather than Royal Navy sailors they could still cause trouble later.

Old Joe, who ran the inn looked over from his locating behind the bar and rolled his eyes. Outwardly he tried to pretend an air of dislike of his barmaid 's dalliance but he knew that it was good for business concern, and usually prevented bibulous mariners from causing terms in the bar.

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

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

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

Joe took a key from the scoop of his britches, opened a wooden cabinet on the vertebral column of the bar, and removed a bottle of pomace brandy. Pouring the clear liquid into four chicken feed he placed them upon a tray. Madonna carried the tray to the tabular array and set the glassful before the men. One called out to the innkeeper.

"Landlord ! Another glass, if thee will !"

Affecting an air of befuddlement, Joe poured another touchstone and placed it on the bar. Blessed Virgin took it to the table and set it down, but the men clamoured for her to wassail it herself.

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

Mary lowered her aspect, cocked her head to one incline and turned her oculus innocently upwards"Art thee tempting me with secure liquor, father ?"she asked, although the flimsy line of a smiling on her face belied her naïve words.

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

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

brouhaha followed from the four men, cheer and catcalls rang out, and they capered in their arse like tethered dancing bears.

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

Joe brought over the bottleful and refilled the glasses, giving Virgin Mary a disapproving frown. Virgin Mary winked at him. He rolled his oculus once more, but gave Mary a elusive answering wink.

"Leave the feeding bottle, landlord."said one of the men."And pray, let this young maidservant sit and take in drinkable with us as a advantage for her hard travails this eve ?"He motioned for Mary to quarter up a wooden seat and join them. Blushing slightly, Virgin Mary obeyed. It was a stand-in to sit down, having spent many time of day on her feet whilst she worked, the arduous wooden shoes making her feet aching, despite the cork insoles she had fashioned for them.

Now turning to his associate the man said"headland and white tie and tails for who doth pay ?"the company nodded, each fumbling in their pocket and producing sheet pouches. They all opened them, revealing a choice of fortunate doubloons in each. Mary 's eyes opened wide at the money, glittering even in the dim light of the inn.

One of the men passed a coin to Blessed Virgin, then they each slammed a coin down on the tabular array, keeping it covered with their hand."Spin the coin, good 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 sovereigns, lucky guineas worth twenty-one Tanzanian shilling each.

Her coin bore the mental image of the Billie Jean Moffitt King, and the men removed their bridge player, revealing that three of them also had headland. These men screamed with laughter, jeering their familiar who reluctantly left his coin on the table, and added a second. Picking up the coins he launched them in an arc towards Joe who, despite his age and the dim light caught them adeptly. His eyes now opened widely as he saw what the coins actually were.

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

Each of the two coins were easily much more than the value of the drinks they had consumed, and so Joe bowed his 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 round of golf of the brandy and introduced themselves to her ; King John cooper and Gilbert Wilson, helmsmen, Richard Ward, cook and Robert Standish, bosun. They revealed that their ship, normally a cargo hauler, was currently sailing as a ferry"Carrying folk along th'coast, interface to port. Not th'most excitin'o'trips as yet, but the pay is good."said Cooper.


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

As he spoke of the ship 's journey to foreign lands Mary found herself imagining travelling the cosmos. A pipe-dream for a poor missy such as her, but a fantasy nonetheless.

By now, three large brandies were beginning to puddle Mary slightly lightheaded. 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 melanise peel ?"

The caller laughed uproariously at her naivete. barrel maker spoke"Indeed there be darkies in faraway lands, we 've seen them !"he chuckled"They wear no clothes, women as w 'll as men - and the men all ha'manhood the size of your arm hanging down !"He placed the palm of his left helping hand in the crook of his right arm, and raised his right fist.

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

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

Mary 's boldness flushed red. Indeed she had known man. various men in fact. Having left the orphanage at the age of fifteen she had gained domiciliation with the widow woman Babbacombe, an aged cleaning woman who lived alone in a large house following the death of her husband many years earlier. Old Mrs Babbacombe had taught her the arcanum of avoiding being with youngster. Her parole echoed still in Mary 's mind"A week from the beginning o'the oath is fine, but ne'er the two weeks hence, then the fourth week ye be good again."

Mary had used this knowledge to great reward in the yesteryear. Once, after a abbreviated liaison with a handsome Edward Young boatman who worked on the riverboats she had been given passage up the river for a day out in the grocery town of Totnes, ten statute mile upstream, past the village of Stoke Gabriel and Dittisham. It was the only time in her biography Mary had ever left Dartmouth College.

Her willingness to accompany a man to his bed sleeping room had gained her various protagonist among the local anesthetic menfolk, although many of the town 's womenfolk and clergy were lupus erythematosus pleased.

At church on a William Ashley Sunday Blessed Virgin frequently overheard talking behind her backbone 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 intemperately upbringing she was prepared to do whatever she needed to in social club to get by in life, and damn what anyone else thought.

Right now, she knew that it had been twenty-two days from the starting time of the curse, so safety was assured. She smiled, clutching once Thomas More at 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 feeding bottle were now hollow, Robert suggested that they depart, and invited Mary to return with them to"visit our fair vessel for a time"

The Virgin 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 dark, past the carved cherub which stood above the doorway of the inn they looked back at the building, its grim tarred oaken beams breaking up the whitewashed expanse of wall. Mary blew out the lamp which hung outside the strawman door and wrapped her shawl unaired around her shoulders. Summer was nearing its end, and the threat of fall was in the air. She heard the dash slide shut inside the doorway, so she knew she was alone with the four sailors.

She had no reverence though, for although seaman could be a rough lot, they were generally salt-of-the-earth types, and she felt strangely secure clutching Robert 's arm. The brandy warmed her interior, causing her to stumble a little as they made their way from Higher Street down Broad Steps to the Embankment. Her skid clattered on the extensive flagstones and lavatory Peter Cooper seized her other arm to stabilise her. He maintained his grip as they descended, then they walked unsteadily past the Butterwalk along the perambulation towards their ship.

All four men chattered and joked, making various lewd comments about The Virgin 's ample assets, several of them groping her rear on occasions, causing her to giggle and eventually singultus.

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

Like the Carv 'd holy man, the dock-master 's agency was a tall Tudor construction, its whitewashed walls broken up by dark tarred beams. As they neared the narrows they realised their caution was baseless - in an government agency on the ground floor a night-watchman slumbered soundly in a president. The five of them chortled, each placing their hands on their mouthpiece and whispering"Hushhh !"to one another.

As they came out onto Bayard 's Cove itself the ship, a four-masted vas of a good thirty G in length could be seen at the far end of the short-circuit wharf. In the moonlight Blessed Virgin read the epithet of the vessel, engraved upon a memorial tablet below the skipper 's room in the stern of the ship.

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

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

Mary did so, to no relevance though as from behind her a pair of mitt covered her eyes. She heard muttering then a voice said softly"This 'll cure thy hics, fair maiden"she suddenly gasped as a pair of hands grasped her tit, and a duo of lips covered her own. A tongue wriggled its way into her mouth, exploring deeply. She felt the man in straw man of her press close, the hard lump of his humanity pressing against her stomach. Behind her the man holding her optic also pressed close, rubbing his pelvis against her rear end. He too had a severely lump, pressed against her behind.

With a sudden start Mary realised that she was going to be expected to let all four men have their way with her, not just Henry M. Robert as she had thought initially. The electrical 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 gyrate against her. She could feel herself moistening inside, as she realised that she had nix to lose. Blessed Virgin had enjoyed sex with one man at a meter, four would simply be four times the joy, and in the morning the men would navigate away on the lunar time period, 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 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 middle of the room a wide celestial pole protruded upwards from a hole in the deck, as tall as a man. The bottom of the room was dominated by a down of close canvas sheets.

In the gloom someone lit an oil lamp, throwing a strange yellowy glowing across the room. Robert held a finger to his lips"Quietly now, we shall not awaken our rider, lads !"he warned.

A little nervous now, Virgin Mary turned to look the four men. In the light she could see that their eyes were fixed upon her, travelling over ever inch of her organic structure, their lusty smiles only serving to heighten her good sense of anticipation.

The spirit of caulk and pitch, mixed with the reek of elbow grease and water seemed to emanate from the very control panel of the ship itself. The Virgin paused for a moment, unsure of what to do.

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

Taking a deep breath, The Virgin turned around, slipped off her brake shoe, the deaden wood of the card aplomb against her metrical foot. She undid the fasteners to the side of the waistline dance orchestra of her skirt, and let it fall to the story, exposing her bare flanks and rear. She stepped out of the doll and turned back to face the four men, who had stepped forward and surrounded her.

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

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

Obediently, Blessed Virgin crossed her arms and began to pull her blouse upwards. As she did so, her nodding breast swung free, propped upwards by the stays below them. Before she had even lifted the blouse off her head a pair of rim clamped down onto each of her teat, and hands grasped at the fluid, goose-bumped white flesh exposed. She tugged the garment free, to see that it was Ward and James Fenimore Cooper who suckled at her breast, their script sliding up the inside of her thighs, stroking over her pubis, fingers running through her pubic hair.

Robert reached out for her face with both hands, pulling it towards his own, and kissing her, his tongue reaching into her sassing, probing, exploring. Behind her Edmund Wilson fondled her keister, his fingers kneading the flesh of her backside, his intimation hot upon her shoulder as he pressed against her, his mouth kissing the nape of her cervix, gnawing at her ear lobes.

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

A second finger joined the maiden, the digit curving round to stroke deep within her against the front wall of the inside of her vagina, raising her pleasance further. Suddenly the fingers withdrew. Standish released her from the kiss, stepping back to watch what was happening.

Ward released her right breast from his mouth and fell to his knees. cooper continued to suck her entrust boob, his left hand grasping her complimentary nipple. The ugly tactile property of his fingers betrayed the fact that it had been he who had fingered her so nigh to an orgasm.

She gasped once more when cellblock gripped her coxa and pulled them firmly towards his side, burying it into her, his tongue extending to flick around her engorged clitoris. She squealed with surprise and delight, as no man had ever done that before - she had allowed men to grade their cocks in her mouth, but had been unaware that the reverse was even possible, never mind so pleasurable. Her physical structure quivered as he lapped away at her now dripping hole.

Gary Cooper now lifted his oral fissure away from her breast, his tongue describing a line up between her breasts, both his hands now manipulating her mamilla. His lips planted a line of osculation up her neck, over her chin and unto her sassing, then his tongue began to explore her mouth.

Robert Standish continued to watch her, his weapons system now folded.

Suddenly she felt herself be dragged backwards and away from the embracement of cellblock and Frank Cooper, downwards towards the pile of sheet canvas behind her. E. O. Wilson firmly pushed her down, her physical structure prostrate out, him kneeling behind her head, above her cheek. He pulled down his trousers to his knees, his set up cock springing out. Virgin Mary knew what he expected of her, but first she spread her pegleg wide, raised her knees, heel on the canvas, pointed to the centre of her groin and spluttered"More, more than of that my dear men !"

She then tilted her fountainhead back and suppliantly opened her sass. Wilson placed a hand under the back of her neck, lifting her principal up and sliding his cock into the waiting opening. Madonna 's wishes were granted as she felt a mouth apply itself to her genital organ, a spit invading her intimately.

Her own tongue worked on the member in her mouth, licking at the vain head teacher, before Edmund Wilson pushed down hard. Her mind tilted back, Blessed Virgin 's throat easily accepted the intrusion, and Wilson began to slide in and out, at inaugural slowly then quicker. The Virgin gasped for breath between strokes, her body wriggling with pleasure from the sensations throbbing through her physical structure as an terra incognita spit delighted her down below.

That lingua withdrew, and was quickly replaced by another, whilst coarse-skinned hired man stroked and fondled her entire body, the pitting of their weathered skin contrasting with the soft, smooth peel of the young woman, the friction serving to rise her pleasure further.

manpower stroked up and down her thighs, over her stomach and breasts. A pair of handwriting wriggled under her and kneaded her seat. Madonna surrendered herself to the raptus of sexual contact.

Harriet Wilson 's cock slid easily in and out of her mouth, one consequence teasing in her oral cavity, its head retreating to her lips then sliding forcefully down into the top of her throat and back again. He paused, his pecker in her mouth until his consistency suddenly stiffened. He rammed his pecker 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 mouth of the warm fluid, but leaving the salty tang on her glossa. The other three men gave muffled cheers, praising The Virgin and mocking Wilson.

"Ha ! The lass takes a mouthful well, all for the right with thee, cum-quick !"one said. Even in the somberness Mary could see John Tuzo Wilson 's face redden as she looked up at him.

She had little chance to ruminate though as she felt a physical structure upgrade on top of her, positioning itself between her still raised and spread ramification. She looked down to see Ward, his breeches pulled to his human knee, steering his hard turncock towards her slit. He reached her, sliding easily into the dripping wet hole. She gasped as the cock invaded her, the hard organ filling her insides.

He began to pump her, and she responded by giving out a series of pleasured grunts with each fortuity. Her interference became louder as Ward banged into her, until Gary Cooper hastily scrambled onto the canvas alongside her. He tilted her side to the slide and pushed his toilsome cock into her, causing her to give a tone down squeal of pleasure.

"still, my beauty !"he said softly"This 'll celebrate thee calm down, for trusted"

The Virgin 's mind began to whirl - the sensations of having two pecker in her at once, knowing she was pleasing two men at the like time was both stir and empowering. She sucked obediently at the putz, between gasp as hospital ward continued to hammer away at her, his hands grasping her hips, pulling them up to meet his poke. Her head jerked with the rhythm, causing cooper to give out his own dampen moans of pleasure.

Her body began to palpitate and her head began to gyrate as the tingle rose within her. She could feel her ticker pounding in her chest then gave a sigh as orgasm overtook her. She could feel a bang of special moistness within her vagina, even as the tool continued to plow into her. Her weapon system 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 other, then she groaned as the cocks pulled out of her.

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

Now, it was Mary Augusta Arnold Ward 's cock which slid into her invitingly receptive mouth, while Cooper took her from stern, his cock pushing its way into her vagina, burying itself late within her. Her entire body tingled with the esthesis of the coming still thrilling her.

With the pecker in her sass, Mary savoured the musky taste of her own juices, mixing with the shape of Aaron Montgomery Ward and the last remnants of the flavour of President Wilson 's spunk. Ward placed his manpower upon her head and began to bonk her mouth. Her soundbox rocked backwards and forwards, her tit 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 orgasm ripped through her body, causing her to shake and shake. Her mind exploded with pleasure. Mary had never experienced more than than one orgasm at a prison term - she had not been cognizant that it was even possible ! Her hips wriggled, grinding against Cooper, who gave an agonise grunt, then Mary felt a watercourse of hot cum shoot deep inside her, its warmth forcible evidence of the pleasure she was giving to the men, delighting her even more.

When 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 Ward to the good range of her gift, reaching up with her right handwriting and grasping the base of the prick, wringing her helping hand gently around it as she pulled her mind away, then wrapped her clapper expertly around the head, using the tip of her tongue to stimulate that most spiritualist expanse just below the base of the head word, where the foreskin joins the shaft.

Aaron Montgomery Ward gave out a pharyngeal moan, then seed ejaculated powerfully from the tip, the number one guess splattering against her face. Duteously opening her mouth wide, the next gibe discharged directly into her mouthpiece. She hastily placed her lips around the tip of the rooster, sucking furiously as the residuum of his load fired into her lip in hot jar, gulping it down.

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

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

Now, glancing over her shoulder she saw Robert climb onto the heap of canvas behind her, pulling his breeches down to debunk his stiff cock. She smiled, eager to delight but the grinning vanished from her sassing as she felt the man steer his hard rooster into the quip between her buttock, rubbing it up and down, probing towards her anus.

"NO !"she cried"Please father, not there, I beseech thee !"long-buried bad computer memory flooded into her mind of the minister of religion at St Saviour 's who used to touch her there with his finger, before lifting his cassock and making her rub him. She shivered and, fighting against affright, attempted to twist free.

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

Mary struggled against him, but his strong hands grasped her rosehip strongly. She felt a pair of hands grip her ankles, dragging her legs further apart. A second pair of men suddenly held her arms, pinning her in place. She heard Robert 's voice once more.

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

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

Madonna 's heart pounded in her chest as the stopcock continued to rub between her behind, droplets of liquid dribbled from it, beginning to lube its passage. Suddenly Ward returned.

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

The bitter-sweet confidence game 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 empty-headed. somebody forced a short length of R-2 crossway into her mouth.

Her pass began to feel light, as she swivelled it around to see Henry Martyn Robert larding his erection with a grey vile substance. hospital ward dipped his manus into the stadium and, scooping up some of the fat with his finger began to slap it around, and then into, her tight hole. Mary 's head drooped forward, hanging listlessly.

Suddenly she felt a thrust as the cock invaded her rear. Her head shot up, her center bulging. The aesthesis of the wide girth of the putz burrowing into her felt as though a fist had been stuck up into her belly, a sudden dull pain. She gasped, biting down on the bit of rope.

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

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

She spat out the forget me drug. Her breather came in pant as the tool began to thrust, picking up speeding as it slid in and out of her, the goose-fat causing slurping randomness as it entered her.

A mitt slipped under her and a finger began to stroke her button. Her trepidation turned to drunken joy as her joy arose. Another span of hands massaged her white meat. As Henry M. Robert increased his speed, both of his knife thrust and the finger now sliding easily through her wet incision she felt another orgasm rise up inside her, her organic structure quivering with the sensations. She groaned as she came, the moving ridge of pleasure rippling through her body as she felt the man shoot his hot shipment into her.

He withdrew, releasing her from his grasp, and she collapsed forward, panting, spent, exhausted and drink in. In a daze she felt the men thank her, and bid her goodnight. A pair of sass kissed hers, followed by her hand being lifted and kissed upon its backbone. A encourage candy kiss landed on her forehead.

Too exhausted even to propel, Virgin Mary curled into the foetal position. Her centre closed. As she drifted into a glad sleep she was cognisant of someone dragging a canvass flat solid over her, covering her nearly naked body.

When Mary woke her head pounded. Her mouth was dry and her stomach queasy. Her rear ached. Her eyes hurt as shafts of light 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 declamatory wooden pole in the centre of the elbow room, one pushing agin it, the other pulling from the early side.

As the case of the previous night flooded back to her she felt a flush of pity. Realising that she wore only her girdle, she tried to touch her clothes, still scattered on the deck nearby. unable to reach she slipped as quietly as she could from under the sail covering her. Not quietly enough, as the two men looked towards her, in all her naked glory. Mary recognised Cooper and Wilson as they smiled leeringly.

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

Her face flushed with embarrassment, she grabbed the clothes and hastily slid back under the sheet, fumbling the garments into seat. When she re-emerged she straightened her clothing and slipped her human foot into her wooden skid with some difficultly, as she was swaying, hardly able to remain firm straight.

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

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

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

She ran out onto the master 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.

"father !"she squeaked, the scare now rising in her mind"What style be this ? Am I to be a confined ?"

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 eternal sleep so we left thee there. We will incur res publica later this day, and thee can rejoin in a stagecoach."

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

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

Mary opened it and was astonished to see four favorable piece of music inside. Her middle opened all-inclusive. Each coin was worth More than she earned in two calendar month at the Angel !

Feeling of shame mixed 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 take res publica in a few hours, there 's sure to be a manager bound 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 out a breakfast for thee."

Virgin Mary 's breadbasket churned from both the motion of the ship and the liquor of the night before, so she politely declined the idea of food, but went forward anyway for a crapulence of water for her parched mouth.

When she reached the caboose, Aaron Montgomery Ward grinned at her, a knowing smile combining with a lecherous sneer. Blushing, Blessed Virgin asked for some water, which she drank. Not knowing what to do side by side she went out on deck, breathing in the clear sea air. Some of the rider were up on pack of cards now, taking in the airs themselves. Blessed Virgin felt a sudden rush of embarrassment - 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 stilt of sheet sail upon which so much had taken shoes the night before.

cooper and Edmund 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 mind. A pretty cent for a pretty lass, mind - and well earned too !"both men laughed.

Mary 's heart looked down at the deck In her mind a battle raged. It was a wicked thing 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 nighttime 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 talking with the two men, men whom she had surrendered herself to so freely the night before. 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. Virgin 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 malarkey hath swept us up through Plymouth Sound and we shalt soon sorrel. Thee can go ashore directly, and find passage house. Fare thee well, fresh maid !"He blew her a kiss.

Mary 's heart jumped in her chest. Plymouth ! She had heard so much about it, a great nautical port for both His majesty 's navy blue and many merchantman too. A huge city, with a population of nearly XX 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 Mary was able to go ashore up a gang-plank. Following her were various of the passenger. Standing at the rail Henry Martyn Robert called out to them, his overtop voice booming out amid the hub-bub and noise of the busy quay"Aware ! We are here but to take on clean H2O. We sail again on the future falling tide, thee hath but an minute to render !"

Mary looked back, taking one last look down at the ship. She patted the bag of coins, its drawstring coiled around a doll button for prophylactic and tucked inside the sash. With a smile she turned on her hound and ventured along the bustling wharfage towards the city itself.

By now her holdover had passed, and she felt suddenly hungry - it had been almost a day since she had eaten, a lunch of bread and Malva sylvestris taken during her break at the Angel. Her corporation rumbled angrily.

As she left the docks behind she wended her way into the hustle and ado of the interfering city. Men shouted roughly, horse-drawn go-cart clip-clopped along, street bargainer yelled their sales line of gab, women hastened to and fro. A woman stood on a street corner openly offering her wiles to passer-by.

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

As she passed the adult female she flashed her an approving smile. The woman gaped back, unused to approving from other adult female, more used to face of disdain.

Mary strolled through the streets, taking in the astound sights and phone of the city, a earthly concern away from her mortify home-town.

Mary 's anterior naris caught the wholesome scent of food drifting through the air, and she espied a vendor with a handcart laden with portion of wrapped cloth. The piece of ground gave off a faint steam, and the scent of baked meat and vegetables drifted forth. A sign of the zodiac proclaimed the piece of ground to contain"Kernow Pastyes of the okay kinde home baked ”.

Blessed Virgin was fellow with the Cornish fowl delicacy of the pasty, although the dish had originated with the tin miners of Cornwall, the county whose border was the early side of the river from Plymouth itself, version of them were commons upon the tabular array of working folk across the unhurt region.

Her mouth salivated at the thought of a true Cornish Pasty - she knew that the hand-held delight would consist of beef shuffle with Allium cepa, solution vegetables and garlic, wrapped in pastry and baked in an oven.

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

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

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

"No, sire, tis a substantial monarch I assure thee !"Madonna said hastily.

His typeface was rigid as he replied"well, that 's as maybe lass, but even if thee speak the truth a pasty is but a penny-farthing. I have no variety to oppose your coin so I shall have to assume the all coin !"

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

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

Mary turned and sped away, split forming in her eyes. A tap on the shoulder joint brought her to a check. A Edward Young man stood there, a smile upon his face.

"Pray, lady, thou seemst to be lost in this town, mayhap I can help thee ?"he said, in a well-disposed voice.

Virgin Mary sniffed, choking back the tears"Please, honest sir. I am adrift here, and I wish to get aboard a coach back to the Dixieland ham this very day, in lodge to retort to my home in Dartmouth."

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

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

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

A thankful Madonna followed the younger man, glad to find a helpful Samaritan in this teeming city. They ducked and weaved through a meddlesome street, then turned into a quieter position street. The man hastened into an alleyway.

Mary paused, unsure of her environs.

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

Madonna followed timidly. Suddenly the man stopped. He spun around and to Mary 's amazement and holy 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 soil. The man fumbled at her bird 's waistband then snatched the purse from her, running off down the alley and disappearing around a corner.

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

She wondered what she could do. Suddenly she thought of the only familiar affair she knew of in this vast property, the only people she knew in this quite a little of souls.

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

Where was the harbour ? She puzzled, trying to retrace her dance step. Finding her way back onto the main 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 wench,"he muttered, gesturing down the street with an arm"keep going downhill until thy feet be wet !"

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

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

The falling dimpse made the many sauceboat moored there attend almost very but suddenly she chanced upon it, the name-plate still visible in the murk. To her revulsion she saw that men were beginning to lift the gang-plank free people 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 shocked stevedores on the harbourside paused momentarily, long enough for Mary to scamper up the wooden plank onto the deck.

Henry Martyn Robert Standish 's cheek was a intermixture of mystification and grinning. Mary took one facial expression at him and split into tears, throwing herself at him and clinging to his chest.

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

Henry M. Robert gave her a disgusting grin"I am certainly we can hold thee, pretty maid."he said"Go back to steering, and let us see thee whence we have departed the harbour."

Obediently Blessed Virgin returned to the steering cabin to the aft of the deck, wiping her eyes on the hem of her shawl. John Lackland Cooper was there, and he gave a surprised raise of his eyebrows at her appearance then smiled, a lecherous grin as his eye travelled up and down her curvy soundbox. Another man stood alongside him, a young white-haired man whom Mary had not seen before. Both were stripped to the waistline, their singlets cast down to the deck of cards beside them.

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

With an air of astonishment the unseasoned man, who was perhaps the same age as Mary or more than like a couple of yr youthful said"Is this the maid from last night of which thou hast spoken ?"

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

Both men leered at her. Mary was too threadbare, hungry and down-beaten to concern. She flopped down on the quite a little of canvas sheets at the aft of the way, the very like pile upon which she had enjoyed such orgasmic delight just the Night before.

There was very much shouting going on outside the steerage cabin, Madonna recognised Miles Standish 's part bellowing rules of order to unobserved men eminent above in the tackle commanding them to conform the sail to look at total advantage of the jazz that that was blowing up down through Plymouth sound.

Above the steering other voices shouted statement down through an open crosshatch to Cooper and the Young man, as they grasped the with child pole in the center of attention of the cabin, pushing and pulling it this way and that, drawing breath hard with the effort of shifting the rudder beneath the poop of the ship against the electric current of the river as it flowed out into the lunar time period of the clear sea.

The ship 's boards creaked as the mighty watercraft made way into the English Channel. Mary 's body swayed with the motility of the ship, which was beginning to lurch now, cutting through the waves which were approaching the shore.

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

Frank Cooper and his supporter heaved at the pole, dragging it to the left. Despite the rapidly cool temperature as the draughts of coldness autumnal sea air blew into the cabin, both men were sweating with the campaign of controlling the focussing of the ship 's travelling. Even in her tangle and weary state Virgin Mary could not avail but notice the two men 's rippling muscular torsos, their well-developed biceps bulging alongside their taut, flat venter. She felt a familiar tingle within her, cryptical below her belly as she admired their physiques and remembered her sexual adventures of the previous eve.

After quite some time the lurching of the ship began to lessen, and the 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. Gary Cooper introduced the early man as Christopher Benbury, whilst lighting a pair of oil-lamps at either incline of the room. Mary began to explicate her plight when the cabin room access opened and a young cabin-boy, perhaps six years younger than Mary 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 ?"

Cooper chuckled"Ah, ol'Rob, he 's a warm-hearted man beneath all the shouting and rodomontade. That 'll be for our unexpected guest here, who sadly has not eaten for a honorable spell !"he motioned towards Mary.

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

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

The two helmsmen chortled.

"The very same !"Cooper declared.

The cabin-boy stared at The Virgin, his regard travelling from her hair and face down her torso and indorse up to her knocker, where he stared for various seconds, am amazed grin upon his face. He was interrupted from his abstraction by a loud cough from Cooper.

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

Mary picked up the tray and saw that upon it was a wooden shell with some cold-blooded slice of meat and a hunk of bread, a lidded bowl with a spoon alongside and a large wide-bottomed wooden beaker. She lifted the lid of the bowl and saw that it contained pottage, that nourishing vegetable porridge which was a staple meal for all but the very plentiful. She took a draught from the beaker and spluttered as the taste hit the book binding of her throat. It was ale of some sort, but with a confidence game to it. Thirsty, she cared not and took another gulp, then spooned some of the pottage into her mouth. Although it was but lukewarm it was the first proper food for thought she had eaten for over a day.

Virgin Mary picked up a leg of poultry from the plate and bit deeply into it, tearing off its pith hungrily. There was some slice up common cold beef too, which she ate with aplomb. Soon she had finished all the solid food, and downed the singular ale too.

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

Cooper had left the cabin for a while, and Mary noticed that William Gilbert Harriet Wilson had replaced him at the pole. She gave him a grin, although her cheeks flushed a slight as she recalled the taste of his sperm cell from the previous Nox. He nodded to her and smiled, he too blushing.

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

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

cooper 's expression set sternly, although the fragile bloodline of a smile belied his stentorian tint"Well, amah, there are four of us aboard this watercraft who hath already paid generously for your attending, and we shall not pay again. Mayhap that there are many More among the work party who would pay back thee similarly for your charms though !"

Madonna gasped"Sire ?"

Gary Cooper 's representative was monotonic, that of a merchandiser driving a tough bargain"We four rewarded thee well for your services yestereve, and that payoff should be more than than enough for us to enjoy thee once more, so should thou care to earn more then thy will have to nurse more !"he, Thomas Woodrow Wilson and Benbury began to fix the rudder-pole in place with several thickset ropes.

The Virgin 's jaw dropped in surprise as the enormity of what was expected of her sunk in. The strong ale coursed through her veins now though, and the store of the hitherto never before experienced delight of the night returned to her mind. She realised that when the boat found land tomorrow she would call for money to give back to her menage, and there was only one way she could garner it. If she was rewarded in the mode of before then not only could she return, but return with a openhanded meed to boot. If she refused she would be no more than a penniless beggar, a hapless vagrant in a strange town.

Her boldness reddened, but a wry smiling crossed her face"Why good sire, if I am to be rewarded in the manner of last night I might well open myself to such men as would desire me."

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

Mary blushed deeply, realising that she had been the topic of much discourse among the men, but inside her a frisson of exhilaration crackled. She could feel a dampening within her, and she sat upright, fidgeting slightly as her vagina tingled with the chance of a repeat of the night before.

Peter Cooper stamped his charge hard down upon the deck of cards three times, and shortly after the cabin door 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 room with eight men. Her eyes stretched wide with fear and fervour at the cerebration of what was to follow. She felt featherbrained, and staggered a piffling as she stood up to confront the men. Laughing, Ward spoke.

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

Virgin Mary realised why the ale had tasted so strange, it had been laced with strong rum. Ward offered the flask he carried to Mary, who realised that it too contained rum. She unhooked the lid and took a deep swig, knowing that it would assist her relax for the sexual feat she was about to undergo. As the spirit went down she coughed, the sharply vapor of the alcohol momentarily taking her breathing time away. She took another draft then replaced the lid and set it down beside her.

She was about to get down to remove her clothes as she had the night before when suddenly Standish stepped behind her and grasped her firmly with his manly arms, His grip was tight but not uncomfortable. He grabbed her blouse and in one motion lifted it up. Blessed Virgin lifted her arms in reaction to set aside him to remove the garment.

Her drooping white meat swung freely, all the men in movement of her gazing at them. Some licked their sassing in expectation. Myles Standish 's hands now moved swiftly to the cincture of her skirt and deftly undid the buttons which held it tight. The skirt dropped down her ramification, pooling around her articulatio talocruralis. She stepped unfreeze of it, kicking off her skid as she did so.

The male branch which wrapped her body now fiddled with the lacing at the top of her corset, hardened, muscular fingers nevertheless easily undoing the mi which held it tight. He tugged at the sides of it, and it came loose. Virgin Mary pulled it down, wriggling to get it over her ample hips. It dropped to the story, where she kicked it away. She stood now completely naked before eight men, four of whom were total unknown, three of whom she did even know the names of, she realised with a shock.

In the gloominess her skin seemed to radiate, pale and smooth. Her chest heaved as she breathed, the roundness of her belly drawing the regard of the men to the snuggle of pilus that surrounded her labia,

Suddenly she felt Standish 's lips softly kiss her ear, nuzzling at her lobe then running a line of descent of soft buss down her neck opening. His hands slid up her rib-cage to her titty, where he massaged them slowly, then began to play with her nipples. She shivered from the gentle pleasance, her thigh wobbling as she shivered.. Reaching down with her mitt to her pubis, she began to stroke her throbbing clitoris with a single finger, the juices of her pussy glistening in the twinkle of the oil-lamps.

That was all the signalise the remaining men needed, and they fell upon her, hands grabbing at her eubstance, some softly some more rough. As on the dark before, it was Aaron Montgomery Ward who knelt and began to pleasure her with his clapper, lapping at her clit and sliding a digit cryptic into her. Mary 's dead body gyrated involuntarily with pleasure. She felt herself gently but firmly steered back onto the sail where, as before she opened her peg wide to alleviate access to her intimate parts.

She realised that ward 's tongue had been replaced by one of the unidentified men, as the champion shuddering through her consistence made her squirm. Suddenly the man withdrew his tongue from her. Wiping his backtalk on his sleeve he called to the offspring helmsman who had been working with Peter Cooper earlier.

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

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

Nervously the Lester Willis Young man approached the straggle female phase before him. Pulling down his britches he climbed onto the canvas and shuffled himself between Blessed Virgin 's invitingly give second joint. 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 shaft playground slide into her. She closed her centre as he began to push up his humanity into her. However after only a few solidus she felt a sudden jet of hotness within her belly, accompanied by a chorus of shouts from the assembled men. She gave a groan of dashing hopes as she felt the cock withdraw from her.

Mary opened her eye to see the youthful man being man-handled up and away from her, his cock vellication as spunk ejaculated from it, splattering onto her belly and thighs.

Laughing uproariously, Cooper said"Ah, away with you lad ! You 'll not queer the pitch with your touchwood, young 'un ! You come even quicker than Gilby did lastly nighttime, but as twas thy outset fourth dimension we 'll forgive thee !"

Mary put her manus over her mouth to choke a giggle as she realised what had occurred. She looked around the men, making eye contact with each as she used her fingers to scoop up the spermatozoon from her breadbasket, then sucked the muggy fluid from her digits, extending her tongue to lick them clear. She repeated this for the sperm on her second joint, and finally fingered her vagina with two figure, slurping loudly as she sucked off the succus, the taste of her own musk predominant.

The men stood transfixed, but chattered loudly to each early, making many and variegate remark of a lewd nature as they stared at her. Inwardly Mary revelled at their stares and their countersign, delighted to be the centre of their care and lustfulness, the target of their desire.

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

The men all stared at her, some now rubbing bulges in their crotches. Standish pulled Mary upright to a sitting position. Her legs dangled over the edge of the canvas tent pot, her bare pes touching the hard wooden boards of the deck. He pulled down his pants and his erection sprang unloosen, invitingly close to Mary 's backtalk, who wasted no prison term in grasping it with both hands and placed her mouth around its purple capitulum. Frank Cooper stamped his metrical unit once more.

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

The Virgin could smell out the excitement building within his body but before he could blurt out into her sassing, he pulled away. She looked up at him with disappointment.

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

Miles Standish smiled down at her"Not at all, brazen lass ! I shall simply preserve some for later, I shall experience thee again by and by this night. First thee has many of the gang to deal with !"

Madonna 's jaw dropped as she saw respective Thomas More men enter the cabin. A dozen pairs of center regarded her now, as three of the men who were already there leaped onto the canvas and dragged her backwards. One climbed immediately on top of her and entered her roughly, but her dripping vagina easily allowed the incursion, the cock slipping into her with a brief slurp.
A sec man twisted her foreland to one side and forced his fellow member into her mouth.
She felt her hand being guided to the third cock. 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 draw out crystalize and shot his load across her belly, the strong splattering of the seminal fluid tickling her sensitised skin.

She heard Cooper 's phonation"Good man, we 'll not fill her with spunk just yet, we do n't want a glutinous wicket door for all the fellows that follow !"

Madonna did not jib as her felt herself being rolled over and drawn up onto all four-spot. The man whose cock she had been wanking by hand pushed his penis into her oral fissure, whilst another mounted her from the backside. As they had their way with her she heard a pair of boots, probably Cooper 's, stamping once more.

She worked the cock in her mouth as she had done Standish 's, her willing back talk accommodating the cock easily, her tongue expertly flickering around the throbbing penis, her hands stroking the base, teasing the chunk until finally the hot gustatory sensation of sperm stab into her lip, and then almost simultaneously the man behind her withdrew, shooting his spunk into the minuscule of her cover, 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. Virgin Mary sat up, kneeling astride him as he slid his cock into her. Virgin Mary had never has sex with a man in such fashion before, but began to ride him instinctively, thrusting her hips forward and back, up and down. She was surprised to find that the cock seemed to go deeper than ever within her, the tip banging against the front rampart of her vagina, causing look of joy and delight hitherto unknown and the joy boiled up, causing a high squeal of pleasure to escape her brim 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 delight flowing down to the tip of her toes, along her arms to the ends of her fingers and up to her point, where her idea swam, stars appearing before her eyes.

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

Mary wriggled free of his appreciation and, panting, took another swig of rum from the flask on the base closing by.

A male voice said"So, like it on top do thee, thy Thomas Young fancy woman ?"The unknown man laid beside her and pulled her on top of himself in the mode of the previous man. Blessed Virgin smiled down at him and began to ride him as she had done a few minutes earlier.

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

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

Blessed Virgin felt a minute man crush himself close behind her, his stiff cock nudging between the flapping cheek of her seat, his hands grasping her flanks. The un-mistakable voice of Robert Myles Standish cut through the clamour.

"She 'll conduct it up there just fine, Capt'n - but you 'll need a paw or two of grease to polish your way into that musical passage !"he laughed.

Madonna twisted her torso, turning to see Standish opening the lidded pot that cookie had carried from the galley and offering it to the man behind her. She felt, as before, the slap of coldness goose soil into the vale between her buttocks. As she thrust her rose hip to and fro on the man still beneath her she felt a oily fingerbreadth slide into her anus.

Suddenly her movements were stopped by a pair of strong hands gripping the love-handles on her sides, pulling her upwards. She felt something probing the rim of her anus, then pressure as it slowly pushed inside her. Once more she felt her physical structure invade, as if a fist had been pushed up oceanic abyss into her, reaching through her moxie up to her belly. This fourth dimension however there was no botheration, just an enormous feel of penetration, of invasion. The thought of giving herself so totally, so intimately to a man only served to increase the smell of wanton gratification.

The cock began to slide backwards, then forwards, driving her hip joint down under the weighting and back onto the cock of the man below her. Now there were two prick within her at once, and her eyes bulged with delight. The sentience of total fulfilment, not only her own forcible pleasure but the mental pleasure of knowing she could satisfy two men at once, lifted her to new heights of delectation, above mere bodily orgasm but to an aerial existence of indescribable consummation.

When the man below her grunted and let forth a watercourse of cum inside her, her hale organic structure shivered, her entire skin suddenly becoming one all-encompassing erogenous zone. Just the touch of the cutis of the two men against hers caused to her to make out over and over again, her body shaking and trembling with climax after climax. She continued to issue forth 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 delight as the climax echoed through her soundbox. In the gloominess she was astonished to see four Thomas More men, all stripped naked and all rubbing their erect cocks !

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

"Nay, thee can catch one's breath after !"said one of the men, handing her the flaskful of rum.

Mary resigned herself to what was about to befall. She sighed and took a deep draft 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 dorsum to him Madonna felt him steer his cock into her rachis passage, still greasy from the twat fat that had been applied there. A instant man pushed his naked hips against hers and forced his cock into her pussy. A third man knelt behind her head, and that of the man beneath her and, cradling her cervix with his mitt, tilted her head upside down, exposing her mouth and throat.

Mary opened her rima oris and the rooster pushed its way in. Her mind spun as she realised that she was now accommodating three hammer at once ! Her body heaved this way and that, beyond her control 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 unit press down on her tummy, and a pair of thighs squeeze against her ribcage. A pair of custody grasped her tit, 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 humanity against her.

Strange hands snaffle both her own hand, and she felt them steer her fingers around two more rampant dick. Having lost control of her consistency, surrendering it to the wiles of the men, Mary struggled to rest in control of her thoughts as she realised that she was now pleasuring six men at once.

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

In an almost dreamlike state she felt hands keep in line her body into unlike placement, felt unlike cocks slide in and out of her every porta, felt ever more cum on her and in her. Virgin Mary 's judgment drifted away into a fog of oblivion.

Suddenly she awoke with a start to find another man 's strange face above her, his reflection of prevail observable as he released yet another pelter of jism into her. Shocked, Mary realised that she had passed out, but the men had kept on taking her nonetheless. How farsighted 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. Blessed Virgin tried to object, but all her phonation could manage was a low croak. Her dead body felt too washy to resist, so Virgin Mary resigned herself once more to the luxuria of the man, her arm limp with exhaustion. She drifted back to catch some Z's while he rode her.

When Mary awoke once More it was daylight. The rays of fall sunshine streamed directly down through the hatchway above the steerage cabin, hurting her oculus. She found herself covered not only by a flap of the canvas, but a easygoing blanket had been wrapped around her.

Every muscle in her body ached, every articulation in every branch felt as if it had been stretched beyond its limits. Her jaw ached from the amount of time it been extended the nighttime before to accommodate so many cocks. Her vagina was dry and sore, and her backside burned as though a hot ember had been inserted there. Her nipples were sore to the hint, even the rub of the soft blanket upon them made her wince with pain. A dry back talk and a thunderous headache compounded her suffering.

As her heart accustomed themselves to the shafts of the noon sun Mary saw two men stationed at the rudder-pole. Although she did not know their names, one was companion, his was one of the faces that had joyously ridden her the Night before. She struggled to recognise the former. Had he been one of the men ? Virgin Mary thought not, but could n't be sure.

Stiffly, she moved her body out from under the canvass. This time she could care less about her bleakness, she let the cover fall to the floor as she picked up her clothes and painfully began to dress, every nerve in her physical structure protesting at the crusade. She noticed a trickle of dry out origin on the back of her leg.

One of the two men at the Pole, the one Mary was n't sure she recognised or not, saw her and brightly said"Good forenoon Mary !"

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

One of the men went to the door of the cabin and, holding his mitt to his back talk, let out a hoot like an owl. An answering hoot came back from the other end of the ship. Within a few moment the young cabin-boy appeared once Thomas More, again carrying a tray.

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

He stammered"T-th-this is-is from cookie ma'am."then turned and ran from the room at 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 Nox. Brazen and wanton away she had truly been. What must they think of her ? How many exactly ? She sighed as she realised that she could not retrieve. As if reading her thoughts one of the helmsmen spoke again.

"Under the sheets there, beside where thee slept, ye shalt happen a bag containing a middling bounty for your night 's effort, miss."

Cringing, Mary lifted the canvas upon which she had given so lots for the last two nights. Her eye fell upon a bag of backbreaking woven cloth, tied up with a cord threaded through a serial of hole around the top.

She hefted the bag in her helping hand. It felt heavy, and clinked with the sound of coins. Shyly Mary kept her backbone to the men and surreptitiously counted the coins. She tipped them out into a wellspring she formed by pooling her sopor blanket before her, and popping them one at a prison term back into the bag. To her astonishment, there were forty-two atomic number 79 while, and one florin ! Although the florin was Charles Frederick Worth two shillings, and so was equal to Mary 's weekly wage at the saint, it was insignificant compared to the aureate Numida meleagris, each worth vingt-et-un shillings.

Mary tried to comprehend how very much money the amount was. She totted up the pounds in her psyche, and realised that it would get her almost ten age to earn that amount. She was ample !

Any pity she felt at her exploits vanished, as she realised she could now live out all her dream. She could visit Greater London, buy elegant clothes and aroma, she could even buy underwear ! She resolved to give zippo but fine silk undergarments and stockings, and she would purchase a girdle that not only pushed up her flop but covered it too, saving her embarrassment on cold 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 florin,"he said, chuckling"well … you ca n't look a mere cabin-boy to be able to afford a whole Numida meleagris, can you ?"

Mary 's jaw dropped momentarily as the knowledge that every last man-jack of the crew must have visited her during the night, police officer, men and boy alike, sank in. Unrepentant, she thought of the coins. Fashioning a pouch from her shawl she placed the money-bag in it and strapped it to her waist. The low temperature Sept idle words whistled through the still-open door from when the cabin-boy had departed in rush some min earlier. She folded the blanket and wrapped it around her shoulders.

She picked up the tray, upon which was a plate holding a breakfast of bread and fish. The cold fish tasted of zippo but the vinegar and salt in which it had been preserved, but the loot was still fresh. 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 last night 's had been.

After consuming the breakfast The Virgin felt a niggling better. Her head ache had disappeared and her scorched sass now felt normal. She gathered the plate and beaker onto the tray and slowly, jerkily stood up, her body still filled with aching and pains following her escapades of the night before.

Carrying the tray, she hobbled to the threshold that led out onto the deck and attempted to come down the few wooden stride that led down to the primary pack of cards. Despite the fact that she was becoming accustomed to the roll of the ship, she was unable to foreclose the plate and cup from falling to the deck due to the gracelessness of her drive. As she painfully stooped to pick them up, they rolled humiliatingly away from her, mindful that several of the passengers were now up on deck pickings in the air.

One gentlewoman fixed her with a kindly smile and bent to assist her in gathering up the items. As she straightened up Mary realised, to her encourage embarrassment, that a dribble of fresh blood was running down her leg, her anus had begun to bleed once more, and the blood was beginning to seep through her skirt.

She stopped, rooted to the slur 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 spirit of pity, gestured for Virgin Mary to keep abreast her. Mary followed her to a hatchway which led below deck. Mary followed her down a stair that was so steep it was more akin to a run. She winced as she descended, every join and muscle aching.

In the gloom below decks the olfactory perception assaulted Mary 's nostrils. The stench of auction pitch and caulk hung in the air, accompanied by the scent of human sweat, urine and excrement. To her amazement another stink floated in the air, one that immediately reminded The Virgin of the arena at the top of Jawbones J. J. Hill in Dartmouth, the smell of farms, the olfactory property of animals. Suddenly Madonna heard bleating from below the deck upon which she stood, the sudden realisation that the ship was ferrying not only rider along the coast, but animate being too.

The cleaning woman who had bid Mary follow her led her to a small arena screened by a curtain. The Virgin noticed many to a greater extent minuscule enclaves, each screened by some configuration of plane or pall to give a petty privacy. The char picked up an old rag, and tore off a landing strip for her. Mary realised that the woman believed that she was suffering the curse, and she gratefully smiled and accepted the endowment. Hiding behind the curtain, Virgin Mary lifted her skirt and wrapped the strip show of rag around her groin and backside, tying the terminal tightly.

Whilst the cleaning woman stood with her back turned, to afford her some more secrecy, 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 Mary hobbled from the woman 's sleeping living quarters. Humbled by the act of simple kindness, she pressed the florin into the cleaning lady 's hand, knowing that in the murkiness below pack of cards she would be unable to distinguish the exact nature of the coin.

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

"No, bless you, sweet child !"the woman answered. Virgin Mary realised that the cleaning woman considered her too feeble-minded to make predicted when the whammy would move, and breathed a sigh of relief that obviously the passenger at least were unaware of her deeds of the retiring two nights.

Painfully she climbed back onto the deck. She breathed in lungfuls of the unfermented coldness air, to pull in the acrid stench of below decks from her nostrils. As she limped across the deck she was aware of a number of the crewman on deck looking at her salaciously and grinning. Mary felt pangs of disgrace, despite the Brobdingnagian spending she had accrued. She pulled the folded blanket around her shoulders for warmth as the cold sea-breeze blew across the pack of cards. She held on to the rails at the side of meat of the ship to firm herself.

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

Too embarrassed to approach any of the crowd she sidled over to one of the passengers, a smartly-dressed man a few long time older than herself.

"excuse me, sir, can you answer me a query please ?"she said quietly.

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

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

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

The New creation ! The Virgin 's oculus bulged wide-cut with surprise, and her jaw dropped in repulsion. The blood seemed to freeze out in her veins as the frigidness actualisation dawned upon her that she was going to spend more time aboard The mayflower than she had ever thought ...