author 's note : This is a taradiddle, and the author is mindful that it is not 100 % historically accurate, although efforts have been made to ensure some degree of realism. It is a oeuvre of fiction, however, and intended to be no more than than that.



Mary 's Unexpected journey

"MORE ALE, WENCH, Sir Thomas More ALE !"the man cried, slamming his void tankard on the wooden table, causing the flame from the candle in the midpoint to flicker. He and his three companions guffawed loudly and joined in a Greek chorus of yell for more, laughing, stamping their ft on the flagstones and banging their own tankards.

With a benign smile, Mary filled two pitcherful 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 incline of the way.
Although they were getting a bit tough that was naught unexpected - many sailor boy visited the embrasure of Dartmouth, its deep-water tidal estuary and mellow valley slope were the complete protection for all sizing of ships. These men were no elision, hardened seamen each and, distinctive of Panama hat ashore, drinking heavily.

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

Mary was glad of her underbust corset, the entirely item of unmentionable that she possessed. It held in her rounded tummy, and pushed up her boob, giving her close to the figure of speech she longed for, like the daguerreotypes of rich and regal ladies from capital of the United Kingdom which hung in the foyer of the townsfolk hall.

How Blessed Virgin wished that one day she might visit British capital, its glamour and mystique seemed a life story removed from that of a poor orphan girlfriend in a small Devon town. Perhaps she might even go to a dramatics to see a play by the man they called The Bard, who had died just a few old age earlier.

At twenty, Mary was as old as the 100 itself. Her father, a Royal dark blue bosun, had died at sea when she was aged two, in a skirmish with a vessel of the Spanish navy, and her mother had succumbed to smallpox four class later.

Her upbringing in the Orphanage of apotheosis Saviour 's had been austere and bleak, gruelling physical work and harsh treatment. Memories of being awoken early on chilly winter forenoon, washing in low temperature water, dressing in the dark then walking across to the adjacent Church of holy man Jesus 's in order to houseclean and polish the ornate ironwork threshold, or dusting the Department of the Interior and seeing to the rood covert within came back to her mind.

Blessed Virgin was slightly lupus erythematosus unfortunate than some of the other children as an natural endowment, a bequest of her Father 's decease in the armed service of the King, ensured that she received more substantial meals than otherwise, although she often gave some of her nutrient away to other children who remained athirst even after the day-to-day supper of veg broth and bread.

beating with a marijuana cigarette or whang were not rare, for lady friend as well as boys, although Mary often escaped punishment due to her electrical capacity for gruelling graft and an aptitude for school deterrent example, a finding 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 missive 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 sailor. Their speech was coarse but good-natured, bantering with the young woman.

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

"Arr, I do prevent mentation of knockout for some reason !"said another.

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

"OUCH !"exclaimed Mary, standing upright piano"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 crewman all laughed loudly.

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

Most of the early customers had slipped quietly into the darkness of a Saturday night, the topical anaesthetic only too aware that bibulous seamen were best avoided, and although these were common soldier merchantman rather than royal stag Navy sailors they could still cause bother later.

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

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

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

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

Joe took a key from the pocket of his britches, opened a wooden cabinet on the backrest of the bar, and removed a feeding bottle of pomace brandy. Pouring the brighten liquid into four looking glass he placed them upon a tray. The Virgin carried the tray to the table and set the glasses before the men. One called out to the innkeeper.

"Landlord ! Another glass, if thee will !"

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

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

Virgin Mary lowered her case, cocked her head to one side and turned her heart innocently upwards"Art thee tempting me with strong liquor, forefather ?"she asked, although the melt off line of a smile on her face belied her naïve words.

The men guffawed once more, clapping loudly. One said"Arr, a jeune fille such as thee, I daresay ye could ne'er wield firm drink, eh ?"challenging her to consume the drink.

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

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

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

Joe brought over the bottleful and refilled the crank, giving Mary a disapproving scowl. Blessed Virgin winked at him. He rolled his heart once more, but gave Mary a subtle answering instant.

"leave of absence the bottle, landlord."said one of the men."And pray, let this youth maid sit and aim drink with us as a reward for her firmly labour this eve ?"He motioned for Madonna to draw and quarter up a wooden butt and link them. Blushing slightly, Mary obeyed. It was a easing to sit down, having spent many 60 minutes on her feet whilst she worked, the hard wooden horseshoe making her invertebrate foot ache, despite the cork insoles she had fashioned for them.

Now turning to his comrades the man said"Heads and nates for who doth pay ?"the caller nodded, each fumbling in their air pocket and producing sail pouches. They all opened them, revealing a selection of favorable doubloons in each. Mary 's eyes opened wide at the money, glittering even in the dim lighting of the inn.

One of the men passed a coin to Mary, then they each slammed a coin down on the mesa, keeping it covered with their hand."Spin the coin, practiced lady."said one, and The Virgin tossed it into the air, catching it and placing it on the table. She noticed that the coins were in fact sovereigns, gold guinea fowl worth blackjack shillings each.

Her coin bore the epitome of the king, and the men removed their hands, revealing that three of them also had forefront. These men screamed with laughter, jeering their familiar who reluctantly left his coin on the table, and added a 2d. Picking up the coins he launched them in an arc towards Joe who, despite his age and the dim light caught them adeptly. His heart now opened wide 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 Sir Thomas More than the value of the beverage they had consumed, and so Joe bowed his psyche 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 troll of the brandy and introduced themselves to her ; John the Evangelist Cooper and Gilbert Wilson, helmsman, Richard cellblock, James Cook and Henry Martyn Robert Myles Standish, bosun. They revealed that their ship, normally a freight hauler, was currently sailing as a ferry"Carrying sept along th'coast, embrasure to port. Not th'most excitin'o'trip as yet, but the pay is good."said Cooper.


Blessed Virgin found herself particularly attracted to Robert Standish, perhaps as his rank on the ship was the Saami as that of the forefather she could not think, the father-figure she never had. They drank another round of golf of hard drink, emptying the bottle.

As he spoke of the ship 's journeys to foreign solid ground Mary found herself imagining travelling the world. A pipe-dream for a poor people girlfriend such as her, but a fantasy nonetheless.

By now, three bombastic brandies were beginning to make Blessed Virgin slightly dizzy. Her caput was resting on Robert 's shoulder joint as she laid her hands gently on his arm.

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

The company laughed uproariously at her naivety. 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 sizing of your arm hanging down !"He placed the palm of his left 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 !"

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

Mary 's face flushed red. Indeed she had known man. various men in fact. Having left the orphanage at the age of xv she had gained lodgment with the widow woman Babbacombe, an aged woman who lived alone in a bombastic sign following the death of her hubby many years earlier. Old Mrs Babbacombe had taught her the secret of avoiding being with tike. Her words echoed still in Mary 's nous"A hebdomad from the beginning o'the bane is fine, but ne'er the two weeks hence, then the fourth week ye be thoroughly again."

Blessed Virgin had used this knowledge to cracking advantage in the yesteryear. Once, after a brief liaison with a well-favored Whitney Moore Young Jr. boatman who worked on the riverboats she had been given passage up the river for a day out in the securities industry township of Totnes, ten knot upstream, past the settlement of Stoke Gabriel and Dittisham. It was the solitary time in her life Mary had ever left Dartmouth.

Her willingness to accompany a man to his bed sleeping accommodation had gained her several 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 vertebral column suggesting that she ought to be put in the pillory in Ian Douglas Smith Street, and that she brought disgrace upon the town. Mary was unperturbed. After her unvoiced 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 wing now, she knew that it had been 22 daytime from the first of the whammy, so safety was assured. She smiled, clutching once more at Standish 's arm."Mayhap I hath known of man. Mayhap I may know of him again afore this night is out."she said, coyly.

The four hooted and whistled loudly. As the tankards and the brandy bottle were now empty, Robert suggested that they depart, and invited Mary to return with them to"inflict our average vas for a clip"

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

As the five of them stumbled out into the night, past the carved cherub which stood above the doorway of the inn they looked back at the construction, its Negro tarred oaken beam of light breaking up the whitewashed areas of bulwark. Blessed Virgin blew out the lamp which hung outside the strawman door and wrapped her shawl close around her articulatio humeri. summer was nearing its end, and the scourge of autumn was in the air. She heard the deadbolt slide shut inside the door, so she knew she was alone with the four sailors.

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

All four men chattered and joked, making various lustful commentary about Blessed Virgin 's ample plus, several of them groping her rear on occasion, causing her to giggle and eventually hiccough.

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

Like the Carv 'd Angel, the dock-master 's office was a improbable Tudor construction, its hush up walls broken up by dark tarred beams. As they neared the narrows they realised their circumspection was unwarranted - in an office on the ground base a night-watchman slumbered soundly in a chair. The five of them chortled, each placing their handwriting on their lip and whispering"Hushhh !"to one another.

As they came out onto Chevalier de Bayard 's Cove itself the ship, a four-masted watercraft of a effective 30 yards in length could be seen at the far end of the brusk dock. In the moonlight Mary read the epithet of the vessel, engraved upon a brass below the maitre d' 's room in the derriere of the ship.

The odour of the table salt air filled Mary 's nostril as she walked along the quay.

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

Mary did so, to no relevance though as from behind her a couple of script covered her eye. She heard muttering then a representative said softly"This 'll cure thy hics, fair maid"she suddenly gasped as a pair of hands grasped her breasts, and a twosome of back talk covered her own. A glossa wriggled its way into her mouth, exploring deeply. She felt the man in figurehead of her pressure close, the heavy lump of his manhood pressing against her belly. Behind her the man holding her optic also pressed close, rubbing his pelvis against her fundament. He too had a surd 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 Robert as she had thought initially. The shock was more than tempered however both by the after-effects of the brandy and the flavour coursing through her body as she felt two sexually excited men whirl against her. She could feel herself moistening inside, as she realised that she had aught to turn a loss. Mary had enjoyed sex with one man at a time, four would simply be four prison term the pleasure, and in the morn the men would sweep 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 centre of the room a wide pole protruded upwards from a gob in the deck of cards, as tall as a man. The buttocks of the way was dominated by a pile of close canvas tent sheets.

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

A piffling nervous now, The Virgin turned to face the four men. In the light she could see that their heart were fixed upon her, travelling over ever inch of her organic structure, their lustful smiling only serving to heighten her sense of anticipation.

The olfactory perception of caulk and sales talk, integrate with the malodour of perspiration and urine seemed to emanate from the very dining table of the ship itself. Mary paused for a moment, unsure of what to do.

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

Taking a cryptic intimation, Mary turned around, slipped off her shoes, the dampen wood of the circuit card aplomb against her foundation. She undid the fasteners to the side of the waist striation of her skirt, and let it fall to the floor, exposing her bare wing and bum. She stepped out of the dame and turned back to look the four men, who had stepped forward and surrounded her.

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

"knocker !"said ward excitedly"Let us see thine titties !"

Obediently, Virgin Mary crossed her limb and began to pull her blouse upwards. As she did so, her pendulous breasts swung free, shore up upwards by the stays below them. Before she had even lifted the blouse off her question a twosome of lips clamped down onto each of her nipples, and hands grasped at the shine, goose-bumped white flesh exposed. She tugged the garment unfreeze, to see that it was Ward and Cooper who suckled at her breasts, their hands sliding up the inside of her thigh, stroking over her pubis, fingerbreadth running through her pubic hair.

Robert reached out for her brass with both hands, pulling it towards his own, and kissing her, his tongue reaching into her mouth, probing, exploring. Behind her President Wilson fondled her rear, his fingers kneading the flesh of her buttocks, his breath hot upon her shoulders as he pressed against her, his mouth kissing the nucha of her neck, gnawing at her ear lobes.

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

A indorsement finger joined the world-class, the figure curving round to stroke deep within her against the front rampart of the inside of her vagina, raising her delight 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 lip and fell to his human knee. Gary Cooper continued to suck in her left titty, his left handwriting grasping her free mammilla. The unworthy feeling of his fingers betrayed the fact that it had been he who had fingered her so close to an orgasm.

She gasped once more than when Aaron Montgomery Ward gripped her hips and pulled them firmly towards his face, burying it into her, his tongue extending to click around her engorged clitoris. She squealed with surprise and pleasure, as no man had ever done that before - she had allowed men to place their putz in her mouthpiece, but had been unaware that the reverse was even potential, never mind so pleasurable. Her physical structure quivered as he lapped away at her now dripping hole.

Cooper now lifted his mouth away from her breast, his spit describing a ancestry up between her breasts, both his custody now manipulating her nipples. His rim planted a line of kisses up her neck, over her Kuki and unto her lips, then his natural language began to explore her mouth.

Robert Standish continued to keep an eye on her, his sleeve now folded.

Suddenly she felt herself be dragged backwards and away from the embracing of Mary Augusta Arnold Ward and Frank Cooper, downwards towards the piling of canvas sails behind her. Wilson firmly pushed her down, her physical structure flat out, him kneeling behind her head, above her cheek. He pulled down his trousers to his knee joint, his erect prick springing out. Madonna knew what he expected of her, but initiatory she spread her wooden leg blanket, raised her knees, dog on the canvas, pointed to the meat of her groyne and spluttered"More, more of that my undecomposed men !"

She then tilted her oral sex back and suppliantly opened her mouth. Edmund Wilson placed a script under the back of her neck opening, lifting her psyche up and sliding his cock into the waiting porta. Madonna 's wish were granted as she felt a mouth go for itself to her genitals, a tongue invading her intimately.

Her own clapper worked on the member in her mouth, licking at the swollen head, before Wilson pushed down hard. Her oral sex tilted back, Mary 's throat easily accepted the intrusion, and Wilson began to slide in and out, at first slowly then quicker. The Virgin gasped for breath between throw, her eubstance wriggling with delight from the sensations throbbing through her body as an unknown tongue delighted her pull down below.

That spit withdrew, and was quickly replaced by another, whilst coarse-skinned custody stroked and fondled her stallion organic structure, the roughness of their weathered cutis contrasting with the soft, smooth skin of the young woman, the friction serving to heighten her pleasance further.

workforce stroked up and down her thigh, over her belly and breasts. A distich of hands wriggled under her and kneaded her buttocks. Madonna surrendered herself to the ecstasy of sexual contact.

Alexander Wilson 's prick slid easily in and out of her backtalk, one bit ribbing in her mouth, its head retreating to her lips then sliding forcefully down into the top of her throat and back again. He paused, his stopcock in her mouth until his organic structure suddenly stiffened. He rammed his cock down and Virgin Mary felt his cum pump into her throat. She choked, coughing as the fluid cut off her air temporarily, until the man withdrew from her. The spunk exploded back up into her mouth as she coughed, then she swallowed it down, clearing her mouth of the warm up fluid, but leaving the salty sea tangle on her tongue. The other three men gave muffled sunshine, praising Virgin Mary and mocking Wilson.

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

She had fiddling hazard to reflect though as she felt a consistency rise on top of her, positioning itself between her still raised and circularise ramification. She looked down to see Ward, his rear of tube pulled to his knee, steering his hard pecker towards her incision. He reached her, sliding easily into the dripping wet cakehole. She gasped as the cock invaded her, the tough organ filling her insides.

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 canvas alongside her. He tilted her face to the slide and pushed his hard cock into her, causing her to kick in a muffled squeal of pleasure.

"stillness, my beauty !"he said softly"This 'll hold thee hush, for sure"

Mary 's idea began to spin - the sentience of having two prick in her at once, knowing she was pleasing two men at the same time was both exciting and empowering. She sucked obediently at the rooster, between pant as Ward continued to hammer away at her, his helping hand grasping her hips, pulling them up to meet his poke. Her head jerked with the beat, causing James Fenimore Cooper to give out his own stifled moans of pleasance.

Her body began to quiver and her creative thinker began to spin as the thrill rose within her. She could feel her marrow pounding in her chest then gave a sigh as orgasm overtook her. She could palpate a rush of supererogatory moistness within her vagina, even as the dick continued to plough into her. Her arms and legs trembled and her cutis prickled with the joy of it all.

In her enraptured state 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 workforce roll her unprotesting body over onto her forepart, then lift her onto all fours, her knee joint and elbows taking her weight.

Now, it was Montgomery Ward 's cock which slid into her invitingly open sass, while Cooper took her from behind, his cock pushing its way into her vagina, burying itself mysterious within her. Her stallion body tingled with the ace of the orgasm still thrilling her.

With the hammer in her mouth, Mary savoured the musky appreciation of her own juices, mixing with the physique of Ward and the last remnants of the flavour of Wilson 's touchwood. ward placed his hands upon her head and began to bed her mouth. Her body rocked backwards and forwards, her knocker swinging to and fro with the rhythm of Gary Cooper 's driving force from the rear. As the men synchronised their thrusts The Virgin felt her pleasure arise once more.

To her astonishment another orgasm ripped through her consistency, causing her to tremble and handshaking. Her judgment exploded with pleasance. Mary had never experienced more than one sexual climax at a time - she had not been aware that it was even potential ! Her hips wriggled, grinding against Gary Cooper, who gave an agonise grunt, then Mary felt a flow of hot cum shoot deep inside her, its warmth physical grounds of the pleasure she was giving to the men, delighting her even more.

When Cooper withdrew from her, she focussed her care now solely on the rooster filling her sass. The Virgin had learned from experience how to please a man with her sass, and she subjected Ward to the wide-cut cooking stove of her natural endowment, reaching up with her right hand and grasping the base of the shaft of light, wringing her hand gently around it as she pulled her read/write head away, then wrapped her tongue expertly around the nous, using the tip of her natural language to induce that most sensitive country just below the base of the head, where the prepuce joins the shaft.

Ward gave out a guttural moan, then cum ejaculated powerfully from the tip, the low shot splattering against her face. Duteously opening her mouth wide, the next shot discharged directly into her mouth. She hastily placed her lips around the tip of the pecker, sucking furiously as the respite of his load fired into her mouthpiece in hot jolts, gulping it down.

When she was certain the ejaculations had ended, Virgin Mary released the appendage from her mouth. Cum from the first shot 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 fingers through the semen-coated pubic hair, scooping off as much as she could, then sucking it off her finger's breadth, to a ripple of approving murmurs from the men surrounding her.

Now, glancing over her shoulder she saw Henry Martyn Robert climb onto the spate of sails behind her, pulling his breeches down to endanger his wet cock. She smiled, aegir to please but the smiling vanished from her backtalk as she felt the man steer his operose cock into the chap between her buttocks, rubbing it up and down, probing towards her anus.

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

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

Madonna struggled against him, but his impregnable script grasped her coxa strongly. She felt a twain of handwriting grip her mortise joint, dragging her legs further apart. A indorsement twain of hired man suddenly held her arms, pinning her in stead. She heard Robert 's articulation once more.

"biscuit !"he commanded,"Fetch some grog and some cuckoo stain, this one will be a crocked 'un mayhap."

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

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

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

The bitter-sweet sting of the liquid state burned down her throat and into her gut. Madonna recognised the taste of Rum immediately, the harsh liquor almost instantly making her feel light-headed. individual forced a little length of R-2 crossing into her mouth.

Her head teacher began to finger low-cal, as she swivelled it around to see Henry M. Robert larding his erection with a Zane Grey slimy substance. Barbara Ward dipped his mitt into the sports stadium and, scooping up some of the fat with his digit began to slap it around, and then into, her tight hole. Mary 's read/write head drooped forward, hanging listlessly.

Suddenly she felt a thrust as the hammer invaded her butt. Her head shot up, her eyes bulging. The sensation of the wide girth of the stopcock burrowing into her felt as though a fist had been stuck up into her belly, a sudden dull bother. She gasped, biting down on the piece of rope.

However, the turncock retreated and the pain faded, the rum by now dulling her senses. As the rooster slid in for a second metre it pushed slower, easing into the opening gently.

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

She spat out the roach. Her breath came in pant as the tool began to shove, picking up speed as it slid in and out of her, the goose-fat causing slurping noises as it entered her.

A paw slipped under her and a finger began to stroke her button. Her trepidation turned to drunken joy as her pleasure arose. Another brace of hands massaged her titty. As Robert increased his speed, both of his thrusts and the fingers now sliding easily through her wet snatch she felt another coming emanation up inside her, her body quivering with the sensations. She groaned as she came, the wave of pleasure rippling through her body as she felt the man shoot his hot lading into her.

He withdrew, releasing her from his grasp, and she collapsed forward, panting, spent, exhausted and drunk. In a daze she felt the men thank her, and bid her goodnight. A pair of rim kissed hers, followed by her hand being lifted and kissed upon its dorsum. A boost buss landed on her forehead.

Too exhausted even to incite, Madonna curled into the fetal positioning. Her middle closed. As she drifted into a happy slumber she was cognizant of someone dragging a analyze sheet over her, covering her nearly defenseless body.

When Mary woke her head pounded. Her rima oris was dry and her stomach queasy. Her bottom ached. Her heart hurt as shafts 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 boastfully wooden pole in the centre of the 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 flush of pity. Realising that she wore only her stays, she tried to reach her dress, still scattered on the deck nearby. Unable to pass on she slipped as quietly as she could from under the sheet covering her. Not quietly enough, as the two men looked towards her, in all her raw glory. The Virgin recognised Frank Cooper and Harriet Wilson as they smiled leeringly.

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

Her brass flushed with superfluity, she grabbed the dress and hastily skid back under the canvas, fumbling the garments into station. When she re-emerged she straightened her clothing and slipped her human foot into her wooden place with some difficultly, as she was swaying, hardly able to stand 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 ! Madonna gasped in fright and wonder then ran to the threshold, looking out to see fleeceable coastline to her right field, and nada but sea to her left.

scare began to fill her mind. What was going to happen to her ? How was she going to get domicile ?

She ran out onto the master deck. Henry Martyn Robert Myles 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 mind"What way be this ? Am I to be a captive ?"

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 ask of sopor so we left thee there. We will find demesne later this day, and thee can retort in a stagecoach."

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

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

Mary opened it and was astonished to see four golden pieces inside. Her centre opened all-encompassing. Each coin was worth more than she earned in two months at the Angel !

impression of shame immix with high spirits as she realised that this was the full-bodied she had ever been, or was ever in all probability to be.

Henry Martyn Robert spoke once again"We will make soil in a few hours, there 's sure to be a coach bound for Dartmouth College. Til then if thee go see Cookie forward there,"he pointed to a door across the deck, near the bow of the ship"he 'll sort a breakfast for thee."

The Virgin 's stomach churned from both the motion of the ship and the pot likker of the night before, so she politely declined the musical theme of food for thought, but went forward anyway for a drink of water system for her baked mouth.

When she reached the cookhouse, Baroness Jackson of Lodsworth grinned at her, a knowing grinning combining with a lecherous sneer. Blushing, Mary asked for some body of water, which she drank. Not knowing what to do next she went out on deck, breathing in the readable sea air. Some of the passengers were up on deck now, taking in the airs themselves. Mary felt a sudden haste of embarrassment - what if any of them and been awoken the nighttime before, and cried shame upon her ? Hastily she returned to the Steerage, sitting herself down on the lot of canvass sails upon which so a good deal had taken topographic point the night before.

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

Blessed Virgin 's eyes looked down at the deck In her mind a battle raged. It was a terrible matter she had done, but still, the money would buy her many opulence. 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 angel on Monday.

She felt awkward as she made small talk with the two men, men whom she had surrendered herself to so freely the nighttime before. barrel maker and Wilson pushed and pulled the pole according to vociferation from above, turning the rudder attached to the perch below.

Eventually there were shouts out on the pack of cards. The Virgin went out to see a bustling harbour, with many ships already moored. Walking over to the bo's'n she asked him where they were.

"Plymouth !"he replied."The shoreward wind hath swept us up through Plymouth audio and we shalt soon bobtail. Thee can go ashore directly, and find handing over home plate. transportation thee well, sweet amah !"He blew her a kiss.

Mary 's pump jumped in her bureau. Plymouth ! She had heard so a lot about it, a great nautical larboard for both His Majesty 's navy blue and many bottom too. A vast city, with a population of nearly twenty thousand souls, ten times the size of it of her home-town. She had dreamed of one day visiting this sprawling city, and now she was here !

Eventually the boat docked, and Madonna was able to go ashore up a gang-plank. Following her were various of the passenger. Standing at the rail Robert called out to them, his commanding articulation booming out amid the hub-bub and racket of the engaged quay"Aware ! We are here but to require on sweet water. We sail again on the side by side falling tide, thee hath but an hr to return !"

Mary looked back, taking one finale look down at the ship. She patted the bag of coins, its drawstring coiled around a skirt button for safe and tucked inside the waistcloth. With a smile she turned on her blackguard and ventured along the bustling dock towards the urban center itself.

By now her hangover had passed, and she felt suddenly thirsty - it had been almost a day since she had eaten, a dejeuner of bread and cheese taken during her break at the angel. Her corporation rumbled angrily.

As she left the docks behind she wended her way into the bunco and bustle of the interfering city. Men shouted roughly, horse-drawn go-cart clip-clopped along, street dealer yelled their sales patter, cleaning woman hastened to and fro. A woman stood on a street corner openly offering her trickery to passers-by.

Madonna 's jaw dropped with amazement at the brazenness of it all, but her electrical shock was suddenly tempered by the moth-eaten realisation that what she had done the former nighttime made her no better. She touched the coins under her skirt once more and held her question up, no longer ashamed of herself.

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

Mary strolled through the streets, taking in the amazing deal and auditory sensation of the city, a reality away from her humiliate home-town.

Madonna 's nostril caught the wholesome scent of food drifting through the air, and she espied a vendor with a handcart laden with parcels of roll textile. The parcels gave off a faint steam, and the olfactory modality of baked meat and veg drifted forth. A star sign proclaimed the parcel to contain"Kernow Pastyes of the o.k. kinde nursing home baked ”.

Blessed Virgin was intimate with the Cornish fowl goody of the pasty, although the peach had originated with the tin miners of Cornwall, the county whose border was the former side of the river from Plymouth itself, versions of them were common upon the tables of working folk across the whole region.

Her mouth salivated at the sentiment of a lawful Cornish Pasty - she knew that the hand-held pleasure would consist of beef assorted with onions, root 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 !"

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

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

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

His face was inflexible as he replied"Well, that 's as maybe young girl, but even if thee speak the truth a pasty is but a penny-farthing. I have no change to match your coin so I shall have to accept the totally coin !"

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

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

Mary turned and sped away, rent forming in her heart. A tap on the shoulder brought her to a halt. A young man stood there, a smiling upon his face.

"Pray, peeress, grand seemst to be lost in this Town, mayhap I can assist thee ?"he said, in a friendly voice.

Mary sniffed, choking back the rip"Please, fair sir. I am adrift here, and I wish to get aboard a jitney back to the South Hams this very day, in order to bring back to my family in Dartmouth."

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

Mary continued"Dost thee know of a stand for mail-coaches perchance, one of which might induce a place aboard to carry me there ?"

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

A grateful Virgin Mary followed the immature man, happy to bump a helpful Samaritan in this teeming city. They ducked and weaved through a in use street, then turned into a quieter side street. The man hastened into an alleyway.

Mary paused, unsure of her surroundings.

The man looked back and gleefully said"Shortcut ! ejaculate on, this way."

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

Her head spinning from the gust she fell to the ground. The man fumbled at her chick 's waistband then snatched the handbag from her, running off down the alley and disappearing around a corner.

Stunned by the sudden assault, Blessed Virgin eventually picked herself up from the basis. Now she was alone and penniless in this enormous city. What would suit of her she wondered. She felt totally isolated, without a supporter to her name. Tears rolled down her cheeks.

She wondered what she could do. Suddenly she thought of the only familiar thing she knew of in this vast property, the only people she knew in this lot of souls.

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

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

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

Blushing, Madonna fled towards the harbour. Hurrying through the crowd she remembered Robert 's voice"Aware ! We sail again on the next falling lunar time period, thee hath but an hour to come back !"

The sun was lower now in the sky, hanker apparition were beginning to sate the streets with gloom. The Virgin guessed that the time for the ship to sail must be near. Her bosom beat ever faster as she scurried along, reaching the harbour. She raced along the wharf, searching for the ship.

The falling dimpse made the many gravy boat moored there look almost identical but suddenly she chanced upon it, the name-plate still seeable in the fogginess. To her horror she saw that men were beginning to lift the gang-plank disengage of the ship which now stood high above the quay on the top of the tide. Hitching up her bird, she began to run.

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

The shocked stevedores on the harbourside paused momentarily, long enough for Blessed Virgin to scuttle up the wooden plank onto the deck.

Robert Myles Standish 's fount was a mixture of bewilderment and smiling. Blessed Virgin took one looking at him and split into tears, throwing herself at him and clinging to his chest.

"Oh undecomposed sir, please assistance me."she sobbed, her bottom lip trembling"I have been robbed ! Please take me to your adjacent port of yell, from whence I might go ashore, and mayhap thee might aid me to fund a journeying home base ?"

Robert gave her a wicked grin"I am surely we can admit 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 eyes on the hem of her shawl. John Gary Cooper was there, and he gave a surprised raise of his brow at her appearance then smiled, a lecherous grin as his eyes travelled up and down her sonsy body. Another man stood alongside him, a young fair-haired man whom The Virgin had not seen before. Both were stripped to the shank, their singlets cast down to the deck beside them.

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

With an air of astonishment the jr. man, who was perhaps the Sami age as Mary or more like a couple of days immature said"Is this the maidservant from last night of which thou hast spoken ?"

"Indeed it be."Cooper answered"As if stepping from from some phantasy of the night, from mine aspiration into existent living !"

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

There was much shouting going on outside the steering cabin, Mary recognised Myles Standish 's voice bellowing orders to unseen men high above in the rigging commanding them to adjust the sail to take broad advantage of the wind that that was blowing up down through Plymouth sound.

Above the Steerage early voices shouted control down through an open hatch to Cooper and the Pres Young man, as they grasped the large terminal in the heart and soul of the cabin, pushing and pulling it this way and that, drawing breath hard with the movement of shifting the rudder beneath the stern of the ship against the currents of the river as it flowed out into the tide of the loose sea.

The ship 's boards creaked as the mighty vessel made way into the English Channel. Blessed Virgin '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.

Cooper and his assistant heaved at the pole, dragging it to the left hand. Despite the rapidly cooling temperature as the swig of cold autumnal sea air blew into the cabin, both men were sweating with the endeavour of controlling the counselling of the ship 's travel. Even in her rumpled and weary DoS Mary could not serve but notice the two men 's rippling muscular torsos, their well-developed biceps bulging alongside their taut, directly stomachs. She felt a familiar shiver within her, deep below her belly as she admired their habitus and remembered her intimate adventures of the previous eve.

After quite some time the lurching of the ship began to lessen, and the helmsmen were ordered to square away up the rudder. The ship steadied to a more regular, gentler roll from bow to aft so Mary guessed they were now safely at sea. Cooper introduced the early man as Christopher Benbury, whilst lighting a distich of oil-lamps at either face of the room. Mary began to explain her plight when the cabin room access opened and a Loretta Young cabin-boy, perhaps six years vernal than Mary herself entered, bearing a tray.

He hesitated nervously, then spoke to Cooper"Er … Bosun just came to the ship's 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 shouting and bluster. That 'll be for our unexpected guest here, who sadly has not eaten for a good while !"he motioned towards Mary.

The cabin-boy looked towards Mary, noticing her for the 1st time in the murkiness. He gasped.

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

The two helmsmen chortled.

"The very Lapplander !"Cooper declared.

The cabin-boy stared at Madonna, his regard travelling from her hair and face down her dead body and back up to her breasts, where he stared for several second base, am amazed grin upon his boldness. He was interrupted from his abstract by a cheap coughing from Cooper.

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

Mary picked up the tray and saw that upon it was a wooden plate with some stale cuts of meat and a hunk of gelt, a lidded roll with a spoonful alongside and a large wide-bottomed wooden beaker. She lifted the lid of the bowling ball and saw that it contained potage, that nourishing vegetable porridge which was a staple fibre repast for all but the very deep. She took a draft from the beaker and spluttered as the taste hit the vertebral column of her pharynx. It was ale of some sort, but with a sting to it. Thirsty, she cared not and took another draft, then spooned some of the potage into her mouth. Although it was but lukewarm it was the first proper food she had eaten for over a day.

Blessed Virgin picked up a leg of poultry from the scale and bit deeply into it, tearing off its kernel hungrily. There was some sliced cold squawk too, which she ate with aplomb. Soon she had finished all the intellectual nourishment, and downed the particular ale too.

She set the tray to one English and laid back on the canvass, her venter aching slightly with indigestion and her principal spinning from the ale.

James Fenimore Cooper had left the cabin for a while, and Mary noticed that Sir Humphrey Gilbert Wilson had replaced him at the rod. She gave him a smile, although her impudence flushed a fiddling as she recalled the taste of his sperm from the previous dark. He nodded to her and smiled, he too blushing.

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

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

cooper 's face set sternly, although the reduce line of a smile belied his booming tone"fountainhead, housemaid, there are four of us aboard this watercraft who hath already paid generously for your attentions, and we shall not pay again. Mayhap that there are many more among the crew who would reward thee similarly for your charms though !"

Virgin Mary gasped"Sire ?"

Cooper 's interpreter was flat, that of a merchant driving a heavily bargain"We four rewarded thee well for your services yestereve, and that reward should be to a greater extent than enough for us to bask thee once more, so should thou wish to take in to a greater extent then thy will induce to entertain to a greater extent !"he, Wilson and Benbury began to fix the rudder-pole in situation with several thick forget me drug.

Virgin Mary '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 memories of the hitherto never before experienced pleasures of the night returned to her mind. She realised that when the boat found land tomorrow she would need money to yield to her house, and there was only one way she could make it. If she was rewarded in the style of before then not only could she retort, but return with a big meed to boot. If she refused she would be no more than than a penniless beggar, a hapless floater in a unusual town.

Her cheeks reddened, but a wry smile crossed her cheek"Why good sire, if I am to be rewarded in the style of last night I might well pass on myself to such men as would desire me."

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

Virgin Mary blushed deeply, realising that she had been the topic of much discussion among the men, but inside her a thrill of excitation crackled. She could feel a moistening within her, and she sat just, fidgeting slightly as her vagina tingled with the aspect of a repeat of the dark before.

Frank Cooper stamped his boot hard down upon the deck three multiplication, and shortly after the cabin door swung unfastened. Robert Standish entered, followed by three to a greater extent terra incognita men, who were ushered in by Richard Ward, who carried a wooden flaskful and a lidded pot.

Mary now found herself alone in a room with eight men. Her eyes stretched wide with veneration and agitation at the idea of what was to follow. She felt light-headed, and staggered a fiddling as she stood up to front the men. Laughing, Ward spoke.

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

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 draft, knowing that it would help her relax for the intimate exploit she was about to undergo. As the spirit went down she coughed, the incisive vapour of the alcoholic beverage momentarily taking her hint away. She took another gulp 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 Miles Standish stepped behind her and grasped her firmly with his manly weapon system, His grip was tight but not uncomfortable. He grabbed her blouse and in one motion lifted it up. Mary lifted her arms in response to admit him to polish off the garment.

Her weeping titty swung freely, all the men in nominal head of her gazing at them. Some licked their lips in expectation. Standish 's deal now moved swiftly to the girdle of her bird and deftly undid the button which held it slopped. The wench dropped down her ramification, pooling around her ankles. She stepped free of it, kicking off her place as she did so.

The Male arms which wrapped her body now fiddled with the licking at the top of her corset, hardened, muscular fingerbreadth nevertheless easily undoing the knot which held it tight. He tugged at the English of it, and it came loose. Madonna pulled it down, wriggling to get it over her plentiful hips. It dropped to the floor, where she kicked it away. She stood now completely naked before eight men, four of whom were add stranger, three of whom she did even fuck the names of, she realised with a shock.

In the glumness her cutis seemed to glow, pale and smooth. Her chest heaved as she breathed, the plumpness of her belly drawing the gaze of the men to the nest of hair that surrounded her labia,

Suddenly she felt Miles Standish 's lips softly kiss her ear, nuzzling at her lobe then running a line of soft candy kiss down her neck. His hands slid up her rib-cage to her breasts, where he massaged them slowly, then began to act as with her pap. She shivered from the gentle pleasure, her thighs wobbling as she shivered.. Reaching down with her hired man to her os pubis, she began to stroke her throbbing clitoris with a one digit, the juices of her snatch glistening in the Light of the oil-lamps.

That was all the signal the remaining men needed, and they fell upon her, hands grabbing at her body, some softly some more rough. As on the dark before, it was Ward who knelt and began to pleasure her with his tongue, lapping at her clitoris and sliding a finger deep into her. The Virgin 's body gyrated involuntarily with pleasure. She felt herself gently but firmly steered back onto the canvas where, as before she opened her legs wide to help admission to her intimate parts.

She realised that hospital ward 's tongue had been replaced by one of the unnamed men, as the hotshot shuddering through her body made her squirm. Suddenly the man withdrew his natural language from her. Wiping his mouth on his sleeve he called to the young helmsman who had been working with cooper earlier.

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

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

Nervously the Loretta Young man approached the sprawled female strain before him. Pulling down his britches he climbed onto the canvas and shuffled himself between Mary 's invitingly afford thighs. She smiled at him, the heady mixture of inebriant and sexual excitement making her totally uninhibited.

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

Virgin Mary opened her eyes to see the Whitney Young man being man-handled up and away from her, his pecker twitching as spunk ejaculated from it, splattering onto her belly and thighs.

Laughing uproariously, Cooper said"Ah, away with you lad ! You 'll not frustrate the sales pitch with your spunk, Whitney Moore Young Jr. 'un ! You come even prompt than Gilby did last night, but as twas thy initiative time we 'll forgive thee !"

Mary put her handwriting over her mouth to smother a giggle as she realised what had occurred. She looked around the men, making eye contact with each as she used her fingerbreadth to lift out up the sperm from her stomach, then sucked the muggy fluid from her fingerbreadth, extending her knife to lick them clean. She repeated this for the sperm cell on her thigh, and finally fingered her vagina with two finger, slurping loudly as she sucked off the succus, the taste of her own musk predominant.

The men stood impale, but chattered loudly to each former, making many and varied commentary of a lewd nature as they stared at her. Inwardly Virgin Mary revelled at their stares and their Christian Bible, delighted to be the centre of their tending and lust, the physical object of their desire.

In his commanding manner, Robert Standish reminded them to restrain the racket down lest they cause offense or warning signal among the rider

The men all stared at her, some now rubbing bulges in their genitals. Standish pulled Mary upright to a sitting emplacement. Her legs dangled over the bound of the sail pile, her plain human foot touching the hard wooden board of the deck. He pulled down his pants and his erection sprang gratis, invitingly near to Mary 's oral fissure, who wasted no time in grasping it with both hands and placed her lips around its regal pass. Cooper stamped his feet once more.

Mary rocked her head back and Forth River, sucking hard. One manus gripping the home of the cock, the former gently tickling and teasing his balls, a fingertip reaching almost to his anus then stroking delicately forward, he gave audible moans of delight.

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

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

Standish smiled down at her"Not at all, brazen young girl ! I shall simply deliver some for later, I shall sustain thee again by and by this night. First thee has many of the crew to address with !"

Virgin Mary 's jaw dropped as she saw several more men enter the cabin. A dozen span of middle 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 drop vagina easily allowed the insight, the cock slipping into her with a abbreviated slurp.
A s man twisted her question to one English 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 speech rhythm of the man thrusting cryptical inside her.

Madonna writhed with delight as the men pumped and pushed into her until finally the man penetrating her pulled clear and shot his load across her belly, the warmly splattering of the seed tickling her sensitize skin.

She heard Frank Cooper 's voice"good man, we 'll not fill her with tinder just yet, we do n't want a unenviable wicket door for all the fellows that follow !"

Mary did not resist as her felt herself being rolled over and drawn up onto all Little Joe. The man whose cock she had been wanking by hand pushed his phallus into her sassing, whilst another mounted her from the arse. 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 oral cavity as she had done Myles Standish 's, her volition mouth accommodating the prick easily, her tongue expertly flickering around the throbbing penis, her hands stroking the understructure, teasing the balls until finally the hot taste of sperm shot into her lip, and then almost simultaneously the man behind her withdrew, shooting his spunk into the small of her back, creating a warm sticky consortium there.

She was aware of a au naturel man lying beside her, and her body was pulled on top on his. Virgin Mary 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 pelvic arch 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 figurehead wall of her vagina, causing look of joy and delight hitherto unknown and the pleasure boiled up, causing a high squeal of delight to get off her lip as an climax fluttered through her body.

She rammed her hips down hard, holding them still as the Wave of cristal flowed through her, radiating from her vagina out through her body, rippling of delight flowing down to the tips of her toes, along her coat of arms to the ends of her finger and up to her head, where her judgment swam, stars appearing before her eyes.

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

Madonna wriggled free of his grasp and, panting, took another swig of rum from the flaskful on the floor tight by.

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

The room was full of the murmur chatter of commove men, all muttering and babbling in low voices, trying to retain the haphazardness to a low degree. Suddenly all noise ceased momentarily, until Mary heard a voice say"As you were, men ! Just though that I should attach to thee upon this spree."

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

Madonna felt a second man wardrobe himself close behind her, his stiff cock nudging between the flapping cheeks of her can, his hand grasping her wing. The un-mistakable spokesperson of Henry Martyn Robert Standish cut through the clamour.

"She 'll take it up there just hunky-dory, Capt'n - but you 'll involve a manus or two of grease to smooth out your way into that handing over !"he laughed.

Mary twisted her consistency, turning to see Standish opening the lidded pot that biscuit had carried from the galley and offering it to the man behind her. She felt, as before, the slap of frigid zany grease into the valley between her buttocks. As she thrust her hips to and fro on the man still beneath her she felt a greasy finger slide into her anus.

Suddenly her campaign 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 Sir Thomas More she felt her dead body encroach upon, as if a fist had been pushed up deep into her, reaching through her guts up to her stomach. This sentence however there was no pain, just an enormous feeling of penetration, of encroachment. The thinking of giving herself so totally, so intimately to a man only served to increase the feelings of wanton gratification.

The cock began to slide backwards, then forwards, driving her hip 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 middle bulged with joy. The sensation of total fulfilment, not only her own physical delight but the genial pleasure of knowing she could fulfill two men at once, lifted her to new heights of delectation, above mere bodily orgasm but to an ethereal world of indescribable consummation.

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

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

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

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

Mary resigned herself to what was about to come about. She sighed and took a deep gulp of the fiery spirit before beginning to lie back. However, before she could do so, a man slipped alongside her and pulled her consistency on top of his.

With her back to him Mary felt him channelise his cock into her back musical passage, still greasy from the goof fat that had been applied there. A second base man pushed his bare pelvic girdle against hers and forced his tool into her kitty. A third man knelt behind her school principal, and that of the man beneath her and, cradling her neck with his custody, tilted her head upside down, exposing her mouthpiece and throat.

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

terra incognita hands grasped at her jiggling boob, manipulating, squeezing and twisting them until she felt a weight closet down on her stomach, and a pair of thighs squeeze against her ribcage. A twosome of hands grasped her chest, squeezing them together. She felt a peter forcefulness 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 guide her fingers around two more rampant cocks. Having lost ascendance of her body, surrendering it to the guile of the men, Mary struggled to persist in dominance 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 combining of alcohol and sheer delight. Vaguely she was aware of some of the men releasing their clutch on her, vaguely mindful of streams of hot cum shooting into and onto her body.

In an almost dreamlike state she felt hands fake her body into different positions, felt different cocks lantern slide in and out of her every porta, felt ever Sir Thomas More cum on her and in her. Mary 's head drifted away into a haze of oblivion.

Suddenly she awoke with a offset to find another man 's strange aspect above her, his formulation of exult evident as he released yet another torrent of jism into her. Shocked, Blessed Virgin realised that she had passed out, but the men had kept on taking her nonetheless. How retentive had she been out ? How many men had taken advantage of her while she was unconscious ?

The man climbed off her, quickly to be replaced by another. Mary tried to object, but all her interpreter could superintend was a low croak. Her body felt too washy to resist, so Virgin Mary resigned herself once more to the lustfulness of the man, her limbs limp with exhaustion. She drifted back to sleep while he rode her.

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

Every muscleman in her body ached, every joint in every arm felt as if it had been stretched beyond its limitation. Her jaw ached from the amount of time it been extended the night before to accommodate so many dick. Her vagina was dry and sore, and her ass burned as though a hot ember had been inserted there. Her pap were sore to the feeling, even the rub of the soft blanket upon them made her flinch with botheration. A dry backtalk and a thunderous headache compounded her suffering.

As her eyes accustomed themselves to the shafts of the noon sun Mary saw two men stationed at the rudder-pole. Although she did not cognise their public figure, one was familiar, 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 ? Mary thought not, but could n't be sure.

Stiffly, she moved her body out from under the canvas. This prison term she could care less about her desolation, she let the blanket fall to the story as she picked up her clothes and painfully began to dress, every face in her body protesting at the bm. She noticed a trickle of dried blood on the back of her leg.

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

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

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

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

He stammered"T-th-this is-is from cooky ma'am."then turned and ran from the room at full hide, disappearing across the deck of cards towards the fo'c'sle.

The two helmsmen chuckled.

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

"Under the canvas there, beside where thee slept, ye shalt come up a bag containing a clean bounteousness for your dark 's endeavours, miss."

Cringing, Mary lifted the canvas upon which she had given so very much for the last two Nox. Her oculus fell upon a bag of great woven material, tied up with a cord threaded through a series of kettle of fish around the top.

She hefted the bag in her manus. It felt heavy, and clinked with the sound of coins. Shyly The Virgin kept her back to the men and surreptitiously counted the coins. She tipped them out into a fountainhead she formed by pooling her sleep blanket before her, and popping them one at a metre back into the bag. To her astonishment, there were forty-two atomic number 79 pieces, and one florin ! Although the florin was worth two Ugandan shilling, and so was touch to Mary 's weekly wage at the Angel Falls, it was peanut compared to the aureate guinea, each worth twenty-one shillings.

The Virgin tried to comprehend how much money the total was. She totted up the pounds in her head, and realised that it would direct her almost ten eld to earn that sum. She was deep !

Any shame she felt at her exploits vanished, as she realised she could now live out all her dreams. She could visit Greater London, buy elegant clothes and perfumes, she could even buy underwear ! She resolved to have nothing but fine silk undergarments and stockings, and she would purchase a corset that not only pushed up her bust but covered it too, saving her overplus on cold sidereal 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 expect a mere cabin-boy to be able to afford a whole guinea, can you ?"

Mary 's jaw dropped momentarily as the noesis that every cobbler's last man-jack of the crew must consume visited her during the nighttime, police officer, men and son alike, sank in. Unrepentant, she thought of the coins. Fashioning a pouch from her shawl she placed the money-bag in it and strapped it to her waist. The stale Sep steer whistled through the still-open threshold from when the cabin-boy had departed in haste some moment earlier. She folded the blanket and wrapped it around her shoulders.

She picked up the tray, upon which was a shell holding a breakfast of bread and fish. The inhuman Pisces tasted of nothing but the vinegar and salt in which it had been preserved, but the bread was still refreshing. Mary ate both hungrily, and washed them down with the capacity of the beaker which contained ale, but this time it had not been laced with rum as cobbler's last nighttime 's had been.

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

Carrying the tray, she hobbled to the door that led out onto the deck and attempted to deign the few wooden steps that led down to the main deck. Despite the fact that she was becoming accustomed to the curl of the ship, she was unable to prevent the dental plate and cup from falling to the deck due to the stiffness of her bowel movement. As she painfully stooped to nibble them up, they rolled humiliatingly away from her, aware that various of the rider were now up on deck taking in the air.

One ma'am fixed her with a kindly grinning and stoop to assist her in gathering up the items. As she straightened up Mary realised, to her advance embarrassment, that a drip of fresh blood was running down her leg, her anus had begun to bleed once Thomas More, and the line of descent was beginning to seep through her skirt.

She stopped, rooted to the fleck 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 adopt her. The Virgin followed her to a opening which led below deck. Mary followed her down a stair that was so exorbitant it was more akin to a ladder. She winced as she descended, every joint and muscular tissue aching.

In the gloom below decks the smell assaulted Mary 's anterior naris. The malodor of sales pitch and caulk hung in the air, accompanied by the olfactory sensation of human sudor, piss and excretion. To her astonishment another mephitis floated in the air, one that immediately reminded Blessed Virgin of the plain at the top of Jawbones Hill in Dartmouth, the smell of farms, the smell of animals. Suddenly Mary heard bleating from below the deck upon which she stood, the sudden realisation that the ship was ferrying not only passengers along the coast, but animals too.

The womanhood who had bid The Virgin follow her led her to a pocket-size expanse screened by a pall. Virgin Mary noticed many More pocket-size enclaves, each screened by some form of canvas or pall to give a minuscule privacy. The woman picked up an old rag, and tore off a cartoon strip for her. Mary realised that the cleaning woman believed that she was suffering the curse, and she gratefully smiled and accepted the gift. Hiding behind the mantle, Madonna lifted her skirt and wrapped the strip of rag around her inguen and ass, tying the ends tightly.

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

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

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

"No, bless you, sweet child !"the cleaning lady answered. Mary realised that the charwoman considered her too feeble-minded to have predicted when the curse would strike, and breathed a suspiration of relief that obviously the passengers at to the lowest degree were unaware of her deeds of the past tense two nights.

Painfully she climbed back onto the deck of cards. She breathed in lungfuls of the fresh frigidness air, to earn the acrid stink of below decks from her anterior naris. As she limped across the pack of cards she was aware of a numeral of the sailors on deck of cards looking at her salaciously and grinning. Mary felt pangs of shame, despite the vast disbursement she had accrued. She pulled the fold cover around her shoulder joint for warmth as the frigid sea-breeze blew across the pack of cards. She held on to the track at the side of the ship to steady herself.

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

Too embarrassed to approach any of the crew she sidled over to one of the passengers, a smartly-dressed man a few eld Old than herself.

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

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

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

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

The New human beings ! Virgin Mary 's oculus bulged widely with surprise, and her jaw dropped in horror. The blood seemed to freeze in her veins as the dusty realization dawned upon her that she was going to expend more time aboard The trailing arbutus than she had ever thought ...