source 's note : This is a history, and the author is aware that it is not 100 % historically accurate, although try have been made to ensure some arcdegree of realism. It is a work of fable, however, and intended to be no more than that.



Mary 's Unexpected journeying

"MORE ALE, WENCH, MORE ALE !"the man cried, slamming his empty tankard on the wooden table, causing the fire from the candela in the centre to flicker. He and his three companions guffawed loudly and joined in a refrain of cry for more, laughing, stamping their foot on the flag and banging their own tankards.

With a benign grinning, Madonna filled two pitchers of ale from the gun barrel of beer behind the bar replication and then, ducking under the oil-lamps that illuminated the bar, approached the men sitting at their mesa at the far side of the way.
Although they were getting a bit rowdy that was zip unexpected - many sailors visited the larboard of Dartmouth, its deep-water tidal estuary and high vale face were the utter shelter for all sizes of ships. These men were no elision, hardened old salt each and, typical of skimmer ashore, drinking heavily.

However, they had respectable humour, and tipped well. Madonna was pleased to answer them, as she was most matelows, as her hebdomadary wage of two shillings was paltry. crest from flush customers could sometimes add respective farthings to her pay.
Mary had learned that if she wore the top of her blouse pulled low, and strapped her stays tightly, that men loved to count down the valley formed by the gap between her generous boob. Such men as those were inclined to tip more, and more than often.

Mary was glad of her underbust stays, the only detail of undergarments that she possessed. It held in her flesh out corporation, and pushed up her breast, giving her close to the figure she longed for, like the daguerreotypes of rich and regal ladies from London which hung in the foyer of the town hall.

How Blessed Virgin wished that one day she might visit capital of the United Kingdom, its glamour and mystique seemed a spirit removed from that of a poor orphan girl in a small Devon town. Perhaps she might even go to a field to look on a play by the man they called The Bard, who had died just a few years earlier.

At twenty, Mary was as old as the century itself. Her don, a Royal navy bosun, had died at sea when she was aged two, in a encounter with a vessel of the Spanish people navy blue, and her mother had succumbed to smallpox four years later.

Her upbringing in the Orphanage of Saint Jesus of Nazareth 's had been austere and bleak, gruelling physical oeuvre and harsh treatment. Memories of being awoken early on chilly wintertime aurora, washing in frigid water, dressing in the wickedness then walking across to the side by side church service of nonesuch Saviour 's in order to clean and polish the ornate ironwork room access, or dusting the DoI and seeing to the rood screen within came back to her mind.

Mary was slightly LE inauspicious than some of the other children as an endowment, a legacy of her father 's death in the service of the king, ensured that she received more substantial meals than otherwise, although she often gave some of her nutrient away to former children who remained hungry even after the daily supper of vegetable broth and bread.

Beatings with a stick or knock were not rare, for girls as well as boys, although Blessed Virgin often escaped punishment due to her capability for gruelling graft and an aptitude for school lessons, a determination to one day escape her poverty driving her on.
She had proved an able and eager pupil in the classroom, learning her numbers by the age of nine, and her letters by thirteen.

The Virgin was shaken from her revery as she reached the table, and began pouring ale from her twirler into the tankards of the waiting navy man. Their speech was common but good-natured, bantering with the Edward Young woman.

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

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

One of the men grabbed Blessed Virgin's fundament through the pleat of her dame as she bent forward, grasping tightly.

"OUCH !"exclaimed Mary, standing unsloped"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 sailor boy all laughed loudly.

The men had already tipped her a centime each, a day 's wages for a vernal barmaid, and she well knew that flock of flirting would earn her to a greater extent besides.

Most of the other customers had slipped quietly into the darkness of a Sat night, the topical anaesthetic only too aware that boozy seamen were best avoided, and although these were common soldier merchantmen rather than Royal United States Navy sailors they could still make hassle later.

Old Joe, who ran the inn looked over from his position behind the bar and rolled his eyes. Outwardly he tried to affect an air of disfavor of his barmaid 's flirt but he knew that it was good for business sector, 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 sound girls he had employed in his musical score of geezerhood 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 air hole of his britches, opened a wooden locker on the back of the bar, and removed a feeding bottle of pomace brandy. Pouring the clear liquid into four meth he placed them upon a tray. The Virgin carried the tray to the table and set the shabu before the men. One called out to the innkeeper.

"Landlord ! Another glass, if thee will !"

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

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

Blessed Virgin lowered her face, cocked her head to one side of meat and turned her middle innocently upwards"Art thee tempting me with unattackable liquor, forefather ?"she asked, although the thin line of a grin on her expression belied her naïve words.

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

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

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

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

Joe brought over the bottle and refilled the crank, giving The Virgin a disapproving frown. Mary winked at him. He rolled his middle once more, but gave Mary a elusive answering wink.

"parting the bottle, landlord."said one of the men."And pray, let this young maid sit and take drinking with us as a payoff for her hard travails this eve ?"He motioned for Mary to get out up a wooden place and bring together them. Blushing slightly, Madonna obeyed. It was a relief to sit down, having spent many hr on her substructure whilst she worked, the strong wooden shoe making her human foot ache, despite the bobfloat insoles she had fashioned for them.

Now turning to his comrades the man said"Heads and tails for who doth pay ?"the company nodded, each fumbling in their pockets and producing canvas pouches. They all opened them, revealing a excerpt of golden doubloons in each. Mary 's eyes opened wide at the money, glittering even in the dim sparkle of the inn.

One of the men passed a coin to Mary, then they each slammed a coin down on the table, keeping it covered with their hand."twirl the coin, salutary 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 monarch, golden guineas worth twenty-one shillings each.

Her coin bore the image of the Billie Jean Moffitt King, and the men removed their hands, revealing that three of them also had straits. These men screamed with laughter, jeering their comrade who reluctantly left his coin on the board, and added a second. Picking up the coins he launched them in an arc towards Joe who, despite his age and the dim light caught them adeptly. His eyes now opened all-embracing 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 beverage 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 The Virgin sitting with the four seafarers.

They drank another round of the brandy and introduced themselves to her ; Gospel According to John Cooper and Gilbert Wilson, helmsmen, Richard cellblock, James Cook and Robert Myles Standish, bo'sun. They revealed that their ship, normally a cargo hauler, was currently sailing as a ferry"Carrying folk along th'coast, port to port. Not th'most excitin'o'trips as yet, but the pay is good."said Cooper.


Blessed Virgin found herself particularly attracted to Henry M. Robert Standish, perhaps as his membership on the ship was the Saame as that of the beginner she could not think of, the father-figure she never had. They drank another round of smell, emptying the bottleful.

As he spoke of the ship 's journey to strange dry land Virgin Mary found herself imagining travelling the world. A pipe-dream for a pitiful girl such as her, but a fantasy nonetheless.

By now, three large brandies were beginning to urinate Mary slightly airheaded. Her oral sex was resting on Robert 's shoulder as she laid her hands gently on his arm.

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

The company laughed uproariously at her naivete. Cooper spoke"Indeed there be darkie in far-off lands, we 've seen them !"he chuckled"They wear no dress, woman as w 'll as men - and the men all ha'humanity the size of your arm hanging down !"He placed the palm of his left-hand hand in the turn of his right arm, and raised his right fist.

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

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

Mary 's cheeks flushed red. Indeed she had known man. Several men in fact. Having left the orphanage at the age of fifteen she had gained living accommodations with the widow woman Babbacombe, an aged woman who lived alone in a with child house following the demise of her husband many geezerhood earlier. Old Mrs Babbacombe had taught her the secret of avoiding being with child. Her words echoed still in Virgin Mary 's mind"A week from the beginning o'the curse is fine, but ne'er the two hebdomad hence, then the fourth part week ye be good again."

Virgin Mary had used this knowledge to great advantage 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 market place Ithiel Town of Totnes, ten international nautical mile upstream, past the hamlet of Stoke Gabriel and Dittisham. It was the only sentence in her life Virgin Mary had ever left Dartmouth.

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

At church service on a Sunday The Virgin frequently overheard talk behind her back suggesting that she ought to be put in the pillory in smith Street, and that she brought shame upon the town. Mary was unperturbed. After her hard upbringing she was prepared to do whatever she needed to in lodge to get by in life, and curse what anyone else thought.

Right now, she knew that it had been twenty-two solar day from the beginning of the curse, so safety was assured. She smiled, clutching once more at Standish 's arm."Mayhap I hath known of man. Mayhap I may acknowledge 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, Henry M. Robert suggested that they depart, and invited Virgin Mary to return with them to"chaffer our fair vessel for a prison term"

Blessed Virgin agreed, and fetched her shawl from behind the bar. Old Joe shook his caput at her, but gave a concluding conspiratorial wink before she departed.

As the five of them stumbled out into the night, past the carved cherub which stood above the doorway of the inn they looked back at the building, its black tarred oaken ray of light breaking up the whitewashed areas of bulwark. The Virgin blew out the lamp which hung outside the front door and wrapped her shawl confining around her shoulders. summertime 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 raspy lot, they were generally salt-of-the-earth types, and she felt strangely safe clutching Henry Martyn Robert 's arm. The brandy warmed her inside, causing her to trip a short as they made their way from higher Street down Broad tone to the Embankment. Her skid clattered on the wide flagstone and John Peter Cooper seized her other arm to steady her. He maintained his travelling bag as they descended, then they walked unsteadily past the Butterwalk along the promenade towards their ship.

All four men chattered and joked, making several lewd comments about Virgin Mary 's ample assets, various of them groping her back end on occasions, causing her to titter and eventually hiccough.

Illuminated only by the moonshine, the five made their way towards the wharfage of Pierre Terrail 's Cove at the far end of the embankment. As they approached the dock-master's part at the entrance of the narrows that led to the Cove they crept quietly, not wishing to draw aid to the fact that a woman was being smuggled surreptitiously on dining table a vessel.

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

As they came out onto Bayard 's Cove itself the ship, a four-masted vessel of a unspoilt thirty yards in length could be seen at the far end of the short-circuit pier. In the moonlight Mary read the epithet of the watercraft, engraved upon a plaque below the police chief 's room in the ass of the ship.

The fragrance of the salt air filled Mary 's anterior naris 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 articulation said"We 'll consume to heal thee of those - close your center !"

Madonna did so, to no relevance though as from behind her a pair of hands covered her middle. 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 breasts, and a duet of lips covered her own. A natural language wriggled its way into her mouth, exploring deeply. She felt the man in front of her insistence close, the severe gawk of his humanity pressing against her belly. Behind her the man holding her eyes also pressed close, rubbing his hip against her prat. He too had a hard lump, pressed against her behind.

With a sudden start Madonna realised that she was going to be expected to let all four men have their way with her, not just Robert as she had thought initially. The shock was more than than tempered however both by the after-effects of the brandy and the belief coursing through her torso as she felt two sexually excited men spiral against her. She could finger herself moistening inside, as she realised that she had nada to lose. Virgin Mary had enjoyed sex with one man at a time, four would simply be four meter the pleasure, and in the sunrise the men would sail away on the tide, probably never to be seen again in the town, so no-one would ever fuck what she had done.

Suddenly she was released from their handle and cross up a gang-plank onto the deck of the ship. From there she was hastened into a way at the behind of the principal deck of cards,"steering"she was told. In the centre of the room a blanket pole protruded upwards from a hole in the deck, as marvelous as a man. The rear of the room was dominated by a pile of folded sheet sheets.

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

A little nervous now, Mary turned to present the four men. In the brightness she could see that their oculus were fixed upon her, travelling over ever inch of her body, their lusty smiles only serving to sharpen her sensory faculty of anticipation.

The smell of caulk and pitch, mixed with the stink of sweat and urine seemed to emanate from the very boards of the ship itself. Virgin Mary paused for a moment, unsure of what to do.

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

Taking a deep breather, Mary turned around, slipped off her shoes, the damp wood of the instrument panel cool against her metrical foot. She undid the fasteners to the slope of the waist band of her chick, and let it fall to the floor, exposing her bare flanks and tush. She stepped out of the skirt and turned back to present the four men, who had stepped forward and surrounded her.

They gaped at her hairy heap, licking their mouth in anticipation.

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

Obediently, Mary crossed her implements of war and began to perpetrate her blouse upwards. As she did so, her pendulous breasts swung free, propped upwards by the girdle below them. Before she had even lifted the blouse off her head a pair of rim clamped down onto each of her nipples, and mitt grasped at the tranquil, goose-bumped white anatomy exposed. She tugged the garment free, to see that it was Ward and James Fenimore Cooper who suckled at her breasts, their hands sliding up the inside of her second joint, stroking over her os pubis, fingers running through her pubic hair.

Robert reached out for her fount with both helping hand, pulling it towards his own, and kissing her, his tongue reaching into her mouth, probing, exploring. Behind her E. O. Wilson fondled her prat, his finger kneading the flesh of her hindquarters, his breathing spell hot upon her shoulders as he pressed against her, his oral fissure kissing the nape of her neck, gnawing at her ear lobes.

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

A moment finger's breadth joined the first, the digit curving round to stroke deep within her against the front paries of the inside of her vagina, raising her pleasance further. Suddenly the fingers withdrew. Miles Standish released her from the candy kiss, stepping back to watch what was happening.

Ward released her flop knocker from his oral cavity and fell to his knees. James Fenimore Cooper continued to suck up her left breast, his left field hired hand grasping her free pap. The slimy feel of his fingers betrayed the fact that it had been he who had fingered her so secretive to an orgasm.

She gasped once more when Ward gripped her hips and pulled them firmly towards his case, burying it into her, his glossa extending to flick around her binge clitoris. She squealed with surprise and pleasure, as no man had ever done that before - she had allowed men to place their peter in her mouth, but had been incognizant that the reverse was even potential, never mind so enjoyable. Her body quivered as he lapped away at her now dripping hole.

Cooper now lifted his back talk away from her breast, his tongue describing a line up between her breasts, both his hands now manipulating her nipples. His lips planted a communication channel of kisses up her neck opening, over her Kuki-Chin and unto her lip, then his lingua began to search her mouth.

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

Suddenly she felt herself be dragged backwards and away from the embrace of Ward and Cooper, downwards towards the pile of canvas canvas behind her. Wilson firmly pushed her down, her body 2-dimensional out, him kneeling behind her head, above her face. He pulled down his trousers to his knees, his erect dick springing out. Mary knew what he expected of her, but start she spread her legs wide, raised her knees, heels on the canvas, pointed to the heart and soul of her groin and spluttered"to a greater extent, More of that my in effect men !"

She then tilted her head back and suppliantly opened her mouth. Wilson placed a hand under the backrest of her neck opening, lifting her question up and sliding his cock into the waiting orifice. Mary 's want were granted as she felt a sassing apply itself to her crotch, a tongue invading her intimately.

Her own tongue worked on the member in her back talk, licking at the swollen header, before John Tuzo Wilson pushed down hard. Her school principal tilted back, Mary 's throat easily accepted the violation, and John Tuzo Wilson began to slide in and out, at first slowly then quicker. Madonna gasped for breath between strokes, her body wriggling with pleasure from the maven throbbing through her body as an unsung lingua delighted her down below.

That tongue withdrew, and was quickly replaced by another, whilst coarse-skinned manus stroked and fondled her entire body, the crudeness of their weather skin contrasting with the subdued, smooth skin of the Young woman, the friction serving to heighten her pleasure further.

paw stroked up and down her second joint, over her stomach and breasts. A twosome of hands wriggled under her and kneaded her buttocks. Madonna surrendered herself to the Adam of intimate contact.

Sir Angus Wilson 's cock slid easily in and out of her lip, one moment comb-out in her sass, its top dog retreating to her backtalk then sliding forcefully down into the top of her pharynx and back again. He paused, his cock in her backtalk until his organic structure suddenly stiffened. He rammed his dick down and Virgin Mary 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 mouth as she coughed, then she swallowed it down, clearing her sassing of the warm fluid, but leaving the salty flavor on her tongue. The former three men gave muffled cheers, praising Mary and mocking Wilson.

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

She had little luck to reflect though as she felt a dead body climb on top of her, positioning itself between her still raised and spread legs. She looked down to see hospital ward, his knee pants pulled to his knee joint, steering his concentrated cock towards her slit. He reached her, sliding easily into the dripping wet hole. 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 serial of pleasured grunt with each fortuity. Her noises became louder as hospital ward banged into her, until barrel maker hastily scrambled onto the canvas alongside her. He tilted her side to the microscope slide and pushed his severely cock into her, causing her to give a muffled squeal of pleasure.

"hush, my knockout !"he said softly"This 'll keep thee silence, for sure"

Mary 's psyche began to spin - the esthesis of having two cocks in her at once, knowing she was pleasing two men at the Sami prison term was both exciting and empowering. She sucked obediently at the cock, between gasp as Ward continued to hammer away at her, his hired man grasping her hips, pulling them up to meet his thrusts. Her head jerked with the calendar method of birth control, causing Cooper to give way out his own smothered moan of delight.

Her body began to quiver and her mind began to spin as the charge rose within her. She could feel her kernel pounding in her chest then gave a sigh as coming overtook her. She could feel a spate of supernumerary moistness within her vagina, even as the cock continued to plough into her. Her arms and peg trembled and her skin prickled with the joy of it all.

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

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

Now, it was Ward 's cock which slid into her invitingly surface back talk, while Cooper took her from hind end, his cock pushing its way into her vagina, burying itself recondite within her. Her entire eubstance tingled with the sensations of the climax still thrilling her.

With the shaft in her mouth, Virgin Mary savoured the musky preference of her own juices, mixing with the form of Ward and the last leftover of the look of President Wilson 's touchwood. Ward placed his hand upon her head word and began to fuck her mouth. Her body rocked backwards and forwards, her knocker swinging to and fro with the rhythm method of Frank Cooper 's thrusting from the fanny. As the men synchronised their thrusts Madonna felt her delight 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 time - she had not been aware that it was even possible ! Her hips wriggled, grinding against Cooper, who gave an agonise grunt, then Mary felt a stream of hot cum shoot bass inside her, its warmth strong-arm 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 cock filling her mouth. Mary had learned from experience how to delight a man with her mouth, and she subjected Ward to the full mountain chain of her talents, reaching up with her decently manus and grasping the radical of the rotating shaft, wringing her handwriting gently around it as she pulled her head away, then wrapped her lingua expertly around the capitulum, using the tip of her tongue to stimulate that most sensitive domain just below the base of the capitulum, where the foreskin joins the shaft.

Montgomery Ward gave out a croaky moan, then ejaculate ejaculated powerfully from the tip, the first shot splattering against her facial expression. Duteously opening her backtalk wide, the next shot discharged directly into her mouth. She hastily placed her lips around the tip of the cock, sucking furiously as the residual of his lading fired into her lip in hot jolts, gulping it down.

When she was certain the ejaculations had ended, Mary released the penis from her oral fissure. Cum from the showtime shot of Ward 's climax was plastered around her backtalk, and stuck to his pubic whisker.

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

Now, glancing over her shoulder joint she saw Robert acclivity onto the pile of sails behind her, pulling his knee breeches down to unwrap his stiff cock. She smiled, eager to delight but the smile vanished from her lips as she felt the man steer his hard cock into the crevice between her buttocks, rubbing it up and down, probing towards her anus.

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

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

Mary struggled against him, but his strong hands grasped her hips strongly. She felt a twosome of hands grip her mortise joint, dragging her legs further apart. A 2nd couplet of script suddenly held her arms, pinning her in place. She heard Robert 's voice once more.

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

"Aye, aye bosun !"responded cellblock, departing the room into the dark beyond.

Mary 's heart pounded in her thorax as the putz continued to rub between her cheek, droplets of liquidness dribbled from it, beginning to lube its passage. Suddenly Mary Augusta Arnold Ward returned.

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

The bitter-sweet bunco of the liquid state burned down her throat and into her gut. The Virgin recognised the mouthful of Rum immediately, the harsh liquor almost instantly making her flavour light-headed. Someone forced a unforesightful length of roach crossing into her mouth.

Her head began to feel light, as she swivelled it around to see Robert larding his erection with a Grey vile marrow. Mary Augusta Arnold Ward dipped his hand into the stadium and, scooping up some of the fat with his finger's breadth began to slap it around, and then into, her compressed golf hole. Mary 's head drooped forward, hanging listlessly.

Suddenly she felt a thrust as the cock invaded her rear. Her psyche shot up, her eyes bulging. The sensation of the wide girth of the cock 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 bit of rope.

However, the tool retreated and the nuisance faded, the rum by now dulling her sensation. As the cock slid in for a 2nd clock time it pushed slower, easing into the opening gently.

Mary realised that the pain was lupus erythematosus than the first time she had been with a man, less than the curse even. The cock slid back, then slowly in again. It began to find at first sufferable, then prosperous, and finally pleasurable.

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

A hand slipped under her and a finger's breadth began to stroke her clit. Her trepidation turned to drunken joy as her joy arose. Another pair of hands massaged her white meat. As Robert increased his speed, both of his drive and the finger now sliding easily through her wet prick she felt another orgasm rise up inside her, her trunk quivering with the sense datum. She groaned as she came, the waves of pleasure rippling through her body as she felt the man shoot his hot load into her.

He withdrew, releasing her from his hold, 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 lips kissed hers, followed by her helping hand being lifted and kissed upon its backrest. A further osculation landed on her forehead.

Too exhausted even to move, Madonna curled into the fetal position. Her eye closed. As she drifted into a happy slumber she was mindful of individual dragging a canvas sheet over her, covering her nearly naked body.

When Madonna woke her head pounded. Her mouth was dry and her breadbasket queasy. Her keister ached. Her eyes hurt as rotating shaft of light drilled into them, She closed them briefly then squinted. She was vaguely cognizant of two men standing with their binding to her, both of them grasping the large wooden Pole in the centre of attention of the room, one pushing agin it, the former pull from the other side.

As the events of the previous night flooded back to her she felt a flush of shame. Realising that she wore only her corset, she tried to contact her dress, still scattered on the deck nearby. Unable to get to she slipped as quietly as she could from under the canvas tent covering her. Not quietly enough, as the two men looked towards her, in all her naked gloriole. Mary recognised barrel maker and Wilson as they smiled leeringly.

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

Her face flushed with embarrassment, she grabbed the dress and hastily slid back under the canvass, fumbling the garments into place. When she re-emerged she straightened her clothing and slipped her human foot into her wooden shoes with some difficultly, as she was swaying, hardly able to fend 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 ! Blessed Virgin gasped in fear and curiosity then ran to the threshold, looking out to see green coastline to her right, and nothing but sea to her left.

Panic began to take her mind. What was going to occur to her ? How was she going to get home ?

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

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

Robert laughed, kindly. He smiled down at her.

"We tried to waken thee, but thy slumber was too deep."he said"We thought thy might involve of sleep so we left thee there. We will bump terra firma later this day, and thee can refund in a stagecoach."

Her reply was plaintive"But how am I to return, sire ? I have no style 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 more than carry thee home !"He handed her a minuscule canvas pocketbook, held tight by a drawstring.

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

Feeling of shame mix in with elation as she realised that this was the richest she had ever been, or was ever in all probability to be.

Henry M. Robert spoke once again"We will have land in a few hours, there 's sure enough to be a autobus bound for Dartmouth College. Til then if thee go see Cookie forward there,"he pointed to a door across the deck of cards, near the bow of the ship"he 'll assort a breakfast for thee."

Madonna 's stomach churned from both the move of the ship and the liquor of the night before, so she politely declined the idea of food, but went forward anyway for a drinking of water for her sear mouth.

When she reached the galley, cellblock grinned at her, a knowing smile combining with a lecherous leer. Blushing, Mary asked for some water, which she drank. Not knowing what to do next she went out on deck, breathing in the straighten out sea air. Some of the rider were up on deck now, taking in the airs themselves. Mary felt a sudden rush of superfluity - what if any of them and been awoken the night before, and cried shame upon her ? Hastily she returned to the steerage, sitting herself down on the peck of canvas tent sail upon which so practically had taken place the nighttime before.

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

The Virgin 's optic looked down at the deck of cards In her mind a battle raged. It was a terrible matter she had done, but still, the money would buy her many luxuries. She fervently hoped she would be home by nightfall - Mrs Babbacombe, although used to Mary not coming home of a night sometimes would be wondering where she was, and why she had not attended church. She also had to be back at the holy person on Monday.

She felt awkward as she made little talking with the two men, men whom she had surrendered herself to so freely the Nox before. barrel maker and John Tuzo Wilson pushed and pulled the terminal according to shouts from above, turning the rudder attached to the pole below.

Eventually there were shouts out on the deck of cards. 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 winding hath swept us up through Plymouth Sound and we shalt soon dock. Thee can go ashore directly, and find passage home. transportation thee well, cherubic maid !"He blew her a kiss.

Virgin Mary 's affection jumped in her chest. Plymouth ! She had heard so a good deal about it, a great nautical port for both His Majesty 's navy and many merchantman too. A huge urban center, with a population of nearly twenty thousand person, ten times the sizing of her home-town. She had dreamed of one day visiting this sprawl city, and now she was here !

Eventually the gravy holder docked, and Virgin Mary was capable to go ashore up a gang-plank. Following her were respective of the passengers. Standing at the track Robert called out to them, his commanding voice booming out amid the hub-bub and noise of the busy quay"Aware ! We are here but to contain on bracing water. We sail again on the following falling tide, thee hath but an hour to come back !"

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

By now her holdover had passed, and she felt suddenly hungry - it had been almost a day since she had eaten, a tiffin of bread and cheese taken during her respite at the angel. Her stomach rumbled angrily.

As she left the docks behind she wended her way into the hustle and ado of the busy city. Men shouted roughly, horse-drawn carts clip-clopped along, street traders yelled their sales patter, fair sex hastened to and fro. A charwoman stood on a street corner openly offering her chicane to passerby.

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

As she passed the woman she flashed her an approving grin. The woman gaped back, unused to approval from early women, more used to looks of disdain.

Virgin Mary strolled through the streets, taking in the get sights and sounds of the city, a world away from her humble home-town.

Blessed Virgin 's nostrils caught the wholesome fragrance of food drifting through the air, and she espied a vendor with a handcart laden with parcels of wrapped cloth. The parcels gave off a faint steam, and the smell of baked marrow and vegetables drifted forth. A sign proclaimed the parcels to contain"Kernow Pastyes of the finest kinde home baked ”.

Mary was familiar spirit with the Cornish treat of the pasty, although the bag had originated with the tin mineworker of Cornwall, the county whose mete was the other side of the river from Plymouth itself, versions of them were common upon the tables of working phratry across the unanimous region.

Her mouth salivated at the thought of a true Cornish Pasty - she knew that the hand-held joy would lie of kick mixed with Allium cepa, base 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 piece of ground. She tugged the canvas tent handbag from her cincture, then opened it, the coins glistening in the sunlight. She brandished one of the coins.

The man 's eyes opened full at the stack of the favourable piece of music."What is THAT ?"he snarled"Some fake or forgery ?"

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

His aspect was rigid as he replied"wellspring, that 's as maybe lass, but even if thee speak the true statement a pasty is but a penny-farthing. I have no change to play off your coin so I shall throw to accept the all coin !"

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

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

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

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

Mary sniffed, choking back the tears"Please, fair sir. I am adrift here, and I wish to get aboard a jitney back to the due south Ham this very day, in order to render to my dwelling house in Dartmouth."

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

Mary continued"Dost thee know of a stall for mail-coaches perchance, one of which might take in a seat aboard to carry me there ?"

"Indeed I do, good lady !"he replied"Follow me, for I shall head thee to the stand whence motorcoach depart."

A thankful Mary followed the younger man, glad to find a helpful Samaritan in this teeming city. They ducked and weaved through a busybodied 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 ! Come on, this way."

Mary followed timidly. Suddenly the man stopped. He spun around and to Mary 's astonishment and affright he struck her a reverse around the oral sex, combined with a kick to her legs.

Her head spinning from the shock she fell to the footing. The man fumbled at her annulus 's girdle then snatched the purse from her, running off down the alley and disappearing around a corner.

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

She wondered what she could do. Suddenly she thought of the sole familiar thing she knew of in this vast post, the solitary hoi polloi she knew in this great deal of souls.

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

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

The man looked at her with condescension"That way pudden-head chick,"he muttered, gesturing down the street with an arm"keep going downhill until thy feet be wet !"

Blushing, The Virgin fled towards the harbour. Hurrying through the crew she remembered Robert 's vocalism"Aware ! We sail again on the next falling lunar time period, thee hath but an hour to give !"

The sun was depressed now in the sky, long shadows were beginning to occupy the streets with gloom. Mary guessed that the clip for the ship to sail must be near. Her heart beatnik ever faster as she scurried along, reaching the seaport. She raced along the pier, searching for the ship.

The falling dimpse made the many sauceboat moored there await almost superposable but suddenly she chanced upon it, the name-plate still seeable in the murk. To her horror she saw that men were beginning to lift the gang-plank disembarrass of the ship which now stood gamey above the quay on the top of the tide. Hitching up her doll, she began to run.

"hold !"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.

Robert Standish 's case was a mixture of bafflement and smiles. Mary took one expression at him and burst into tears, throwing herself at him and clinging to his chest.

"Oh goodness sir, please avail me."she sobbed, her bottom lip trembling"I have been robbed ! Please contract me to your future port of birdcall, from whence I might go ashore, and mayhap thee might help me to fund a journeying home ?"

Henry M. Robert gave her a wicked grin"I am sure enough we can accommodate 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. King John Cooper was there, and he gave a surprised rise of his eyebrows at her appearance then smiled, a lecherous grin as his eyes travelled up and down her sonsie body. Another man stood alongside him, a vernal white-haired man whom Madonna had not seen before. Both were stripped to the waist, their undershirt cast down to the pack of cards beside them.

"Welcome, pretty maid ! Good to see thee once Sir Thomas More !"Cooper said.

With an air of amazement the younger man, who was perhaps the same age as Mary or more than like a pair of years younger said"Is this the maid from stopping point night of which G hast spoken ?"

"Indeed it be."James Fenimore Cooper answered"As if stepping from from some fantasy of the Nox, from mine dreams into literal lifespan !"

Both men leered at her. Mary was too tire, thirsty and down-beaten to occupy. She flopped down on the hatful of canvas sheets at the aft of the way, the very same pile upon which she had enjoyed such orgasmic pleasure just the night before.

There was much shouting going on outside the Steerage cabin, Madonna recognised Miles Standish 's interpreter bellowing orders to unseen men highschool above in the rigging commanding them to adjust the cruise to take wide advantage of the wind that that was blowing up down through Plymouth sound.

Above the Steerage early vocalization shouted instruction down through an undefended hatch to Frank Cooper and the Whitney Young man, as they grasped the large pole in the nerve center of the cabin, pushing and pulling it this way and that, drawing breathing place hard with the effort of shifting the rudder beneath the stern of the ship against the stream of the river as it flowed out into the tides of the clear sea.

The ship 's display panel creaked as the mighty vessel made way into the side Channel. Mary 's body swayed with the motions of the ship, which was beginning to lurch now, cutting through the waves which were approaching the shore.

"HARD A STARBOARD, bloke ! HARD A STARBOARD !"a vocalism cried above them.

Frank Cooper and his assistant heaved at the terminal, dragging it to the left. Despite the rapidly chilling temperature as the draughts of cold autumnal sea air blew into the cabin, both men were sweating with the elbow grease of controlling the focusing of the ship 's travel. Even in her tousle and weary State Department Mary could not help but notice the two men 's rippling brawny torsos, their well-developed biceps bulging alongside their taut, vapid belly. She felt a familiar tingle within her, inscrutable below her belly as she admired their physiques and remembered her sexual escapade of the premature 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, aristocratic roll from bow to aft so Mary guessed they were now safely at sea. Cooper introduced the other man as Saint Christopher Benbury, whilst lighting a yoke of oil-lamps at either side of the way. Mary began to excuse her plight when the cabin door opened and a young cabin-boy, perhaps six years youthful than Virgin 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 ?"

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

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

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

The two steersman chortled.

"The very same !"Peter Cooper declared.

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

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

Mary picked up the tray and saw that upon it was a wooden plate with some cold cuts of meat and a hunk of bread, a lidded bowl with a spoon alongside and a with child wide-bottomed wooden beaker. She lifted the lid of the arena and saw that it contained potage, that nourishing veggie porridge which was a staple fiber meal for all but the very copious. She took a swig from the beaker and spluttered as the appreciation hit the back of her throat. It was ale of some sort, but with a sting to it. Thirsty, she cared not and took another gulp, then spooned some of the pottage into her backtalk. Although it was but lukewarm it was the first off proper food she had eaten for over a day.

Mary picked up a leg of poultry from the plate and bit deeply into it, tearing off its meat hungrily. There was some slit moth-eaten beef too, which she ate with sang-froid. Soon she had finished all the intellectual nourishment, and downed the funny ale too.

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

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

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

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

Cooper 's face set sternly, although the thin line of a smile belied his booming tone"well, maiden, there are four of us aboard this vessel who hath already paid generously for your aid, and we shall not pay again. Mayhap that there are many More among the crew who would reward thee similarly for your charm though !"

Mary gasped"forefather ?"

James Fenimore Cooper 's vox was two-dimensional, that of a merchandiser driving a unvoiced bargain"We four rewarded thee well for your services yestereve, and that reward should be more than enough for us to enjoy thee once more, so should thou wish to earn more than then thy will take in to entertain more than !"he, Wilson and Benbury began to fix the rudder-pole in place with several duncical Mexican valium.

Mary 's jaw dropped in surprise as the enormity of what was expected of her sunk in. The inviolable ale coursed through her veins now though, and the storage of the hitherto never before go through pleasure of the night returned to her mind. She realised that when the sauceboat found earth tomorrow she would need money to deliver to her home, and there was only one way she could make it. If she was rewarded in the manner of before then not only could she give, but return with a bountiful meed to boot. If she refused she would be no Sir Thomas More than a penniless mendicant, a hapless vagrant in a strange town.

Her cheeks reddened, but a wry smile crossed her face"Why good sire, if I am to be rewarded in the manner of live on Night I might well give myself to such men as would desire me."

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

The Virgin blushed deeply, realising that she had been the topic of very much discussion among the men, but inside her a frisson of fervour crackled. She could sense a moistening within her, and she sat upright, fidgeting slightly as her vagina tingled with the prospect of a repeat of the night before.

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

The Virgin now found herself alone in a room with eight men. Her eyes stretched wide with fear and fervour at the thought process of what was to come after. She felt light-headed, and staggered a little as she stood up to face the men. Laughing, hospital ward spoke.

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

Blessed Virgin realised why the ale had tasted so strange, it had been laced with inviolable rum. Ward offered the flask he carried to The Virgin, who realised that it too contained rum. She unhooked the lid and took a deep draft, knowing that it would serve her relax for the sexual exploits she was about to undergo. As the feeling went down she coughed, the sharp vapor of the alcoholic beverage momentarily taking her breath away. She took another swig then replaced the lid and set it down beside her.

She was about to start out to off her wearing apparel as she had the night before when suddenly Standish stepped behind her and grasped her firmly with his manly weaponry, His grip was tight but not uncomfortable. He grabbed her blouse and in one question lifted it up. Mary lifted her weapon system in response to allow him to get rid of the garment.

Her pendulous white meat swung freely, all the men in front of her gazing at them. Some licked their sassing in expectation. Standish 's script now moved swiftly to the waistband of her doll and deftly undid the buttons which held it tight. The skirt dropped down her legs, pooling around her mortise joint. She stepped free of it, kicking off her shoes as she did so.

The Male arms which wrapped her body now fiddled with the lacing at the top of her corset, hardened, muscular fingers nevertheless easily undoing the knot 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 hip joint. It dropped to the floor, where she kicked it away. She stood now completely naked before eight men, four of whom were total stranger, three of whom she did even cognise the gens of, she realised with a shock.

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

Suddenly she felt Miles Standish 's sassing softly kiss her ear, nuzzling at her lobe then running a business line of soft buss down her neck opening. His script slid up her rib-cage to her white meat, where he massaged them slowly, then began to play with her pap. She shivered from the gentle pleasure, her thighs wobbling as she shivered.. Reaching down with her hand to her pubis, she began to stroke her throbbing button with a exclusive fingerbreadth, the succus of her pussy glistening in the light of the oil-lamps.

That was all the indicate the remaining men needed, and they fell upon her, hands grabbing at her dead body, some softly some more fierce. As on the Nox before, it was Ward who knelt and began to pleasure her with his spit, lapping at her clit and sliding a digit trench into her. Mary 's body gyrated involuntarily with pleasure. She felt herself gently but firmly steered back onto the canvas where, as before she opened her ramification wide to facilitate access to her intimate parts.

She realised that Baroness Jackson of Lodsworth 's spit had been replaced by one of the unnamed men, as the sensations shuddering through her body made her squirm. Suddenly the man withdrew his tongue from her. Wiping his sassing on his sleeve he called to the Whitney Moore Young Jr. helmsman who had been working with Cooper earlier.

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

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

Nervously the Pres Young man approached the straggle female grade before him. Pulling down his britches he climbed onto the canvas and shuffled himself between Mary 's invitingly open thighs. She smiled at him, the heady assortment of alcoholic drink and sexual hullabaloo making her totally uninhibited.

She gave a groan of joy as she felt his cock slide into her. She closed her middle as he began to thrust his humanity into her. However after only a few strokes she felt a sudden jet of horniness within her belly, accompanied by a Greek chorus of shouts from the assembled men. She gave a groan of disappointment as she felt the turncock withdraw from her.

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

Laughing uproariously, Cooper said"Ah, away with you lad ! You 'll not spoil the slant with your spunk, young 'un ! You come even quicker than Gilby did finale night, but as twas thy first sentence we 'll forgive thee !"

Madonna put her helping hand over her oral fissure to dampen a giggle as she realised what had occurred. She looked around the men, making eye contact with each as she used her fingers to outflank up the sperm from her tummy, then sucked the sticky fluid from her digits, extending her glossa to lick them fairly. She repeated this for the sperm on her thigh, and finally fingered her vagina with two digits, slurping loudly as she sucked off the succus, the taste of her own musk predominant.

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

In his commanding manner, Robert Standish reminded them to continue the disturbance down l they cause offence or alarum among the passengers

The men all stared at her, some now rubbing bulges in their private parts. Standish pulled The Virgin upright to a sitting position. Her legs dangled over the edge of the canvas pile, her marginal animal foot touching the backbreaking wooden control board of the pack of cards. He pulled down his pants and his hard-on sprang free, invitingly close to The Virgin 's mouth, who wasted no time in grasping it with both hired man and placed her lips around its purple head. Gary Cooper stamped his substructure once more.

Virgin Mary rocked her drumhead back and forth, sucking hard. One paw gripping the base of the hammer, the former gently tickling and teasing his balls, a fingertip reaching almost to his anus then stroking delicately forward, he gave audible moan of delight.

Mary could sense the inflammation construction within his dead body but before he could blurt out into her back talk, he pulled away. She looked up at him with disappointment.

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

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

Virgin Mary 's jaw dropped as she saw several more men enter the cabin. A dozen pairs of heart 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 soaking vagina easily allowed the insight, the turncock slipping into her with a brief slurp.
A second man twisted her head to one side and forced his member into her mouth.
She felt her hand being guided to the tierce cock. Instinctively she grasped it and began to stroke it, falling into the regular recurrence of the man thrusting deep inside her.

Madonna writhed with pleasure as the men pumped and pushed into her until finally the man penetrating her displume clear and shot his load across her belly, the warm splattering of the seminal fluid tickling her supersensitive skin.

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

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

She worked the cock in her mouth as she had done Standish 's, her leave sass accommodating the cock easily, her tongue expertly flickering around the throbbing member, her hands stroking the al-Qaida, teasing the lump until finally the hot preference of sperm shot into her mouth, and then almost simultaneously the man behind her withdrew, shooting his nerve into the small of her back, creating a warm sticky pocket billiards there.

She was aware of a nude man lying beside her, and her body was pulled on top on his. Mary sat up, kneeling astride him as he slid his putz into her. Mary had never has sex with a man in such fashion before, but began to rally him instinctively, thrusting her hips forward and back, up and down. She was surprised to rule that the cock seemed to go deeper than ever within her, the tip battering against the front rampart of her vagina, causing feelings of joy and joy hitherto unknown and the delight boiled up, causing a high squeal of delight to get away her lips as an coming fluttered through her body.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mary felt a second man pressure himself close behind her, his corpse cock nudging between the flapping buttock of her fanny, his helping hand grasping her wing. The un-mistakable voice of Henry M. Robert Miles Standish cut through the clamour.

"She 'll ingest it up there just all right, Capt'n - but you 'll necessitate a hand or two of filth to smooth out your way into that passage !"he laughed.

Mary twisted her body, turning to see Miles Standish opening the lidded pot that cookie had carried from the cookhouse and offering it to the man behind her. She felt, as before, the slap of cold goofball stain into the valley between her buttocks. As she thrust her hip to and fro on the man still beneath her she felt a greasy finger slideway into her anus.

Suddenly her movements were stopped by a pair of unattackable helping hand gripping the love-handles on her slope, pulling her upwards. She felt something probing the rim of her anus, then pressure as it slowly pushed inside her. Once more she felt her body invaded, as if a fist had been pushed up deep into her, reaching through her catgut up to her stomach. This time however there was no pain, just an enormous feeling of penetration, of invasion. The view of giving herself so totally, so intimately to a man only served to increase the feelings of wanton gratification.

The rooster began to skid backwards, then forwards, driving her hips down under the weightiness and back onto the prick of the man below her. Now there were two peter within her at once, and her center bulged with delight. The ace of total fulfilment, not only her own physical pleasure but the genial pleasure of knowing she could satisfy two men at once, lifted her to new summit of delight, above bare bodily orgasm but to an ethereal universe of indescribable consummation.

When the man below her grunted and let forth a current of cum inside her, her all body shivered, her entire skin suddenly becoming one blanket erogenous zone. Just the touch of the hide of the two men against hers caused to her to do over and over again, her body shaking and trembling with orgasm after orgasm. She continued to issue forth as the man entering her from behind let go with his own watercourse 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 organic structure. In the somberness she was astonished to see four more men, all stripped naked and all rubbing their erect cock !

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

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

Mary resigned herself to what was about to materialize. She sighed and took a deep draught 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 spinal column to him The Virgin felt him steer his cock into her rear transit, still greasy from the goose fat that had been applied there. A second man pushed his naked hips against hers and forced his stopcock into her pussy. A third man knelt behind her headland, and that of the man beneath her and, cradling her neck with his hands, tilted her straits upside down, exposing her mouth and throat.

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

alien hands grasped at her jiggling breasts, manipulating, squeezing and twisting them until she felt a weight press down on her stomach, and a twosome of thigh power play against her ribcage. A pair of hands grasped her knocker, squeezing them together. She felt a cock effect 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 hammer. Having lost control of her torso, surrendering it to the wiles of the men, Mary struggled to rest in control of her thought process 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 grasp on her, vaguely cognisant of streams of hot cum shooting into and onto her body.

In an almost dreamlike state she felt hands manipulate her eubstance into different situation, felt different cocks slide in and out of her every orifice, felt ever More cum on her and in her. Mary 's mind drifted away into a haze of oblivion.

Suddenly she awoke with a kickoff to observe another man 's unknown font above her, his formulation of triumph plain as he released yet another violent stream of jism into her. Shocked, Virgin Mary realised that she had passed out, but the men had kept on taking her nonetheless. How long had she been out ? How many men had taken advantage of her while she was unconscious ?

The man climbed off her, quickly to be replaced by another. Madonna tried to object, but all her voice could manage was a low croak. Her body felt too weak to resist, so The Virgin resigned herself once more to the lecherousness of the man, her tree branch limp with debilitation. She drifted back to log Z's while he rode her.

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

Every muscle in her body ached, every junction in every arm felt as if it had been stretched beyond its limits. Her jaw ached from the quantity of clip it been extended the Nox before to accommodate so many cocks. Her vagina was dry and sore, and her backside burned as though a hot coal had been inserted there. Her nipples were sore to the feeling, even the rub of the lenient mantle upon them made her wince with pain. A dry mouth and a thunderous headache compounded her suffering.

As her eyes accustomed themselves to the tool of the noontide sun Mary saw two men stationed at the rudder-pole. Although she did not make out their names, 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 ? Virgin Mary thought not, but could n't be sure.

Stiffly, she moved her trunk out from under the sail. This time she could care less about her nudeness, she let the blanket downfall to the level as she picked up her clothes and painfully began to dress, every nerve in her body protesting at the movement. She noticed a trickle of dried blood on the back of her leg.

One of the two men at the celestial pole, the one Virgin Mary was n't trusted she recognised or not, saw her and brightly said"Good morning 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 word of honor to the former, unhearable to Virgin Mary but both men laughed, hearty guffaws from each so she guessed that it had been some sort of derisory or libidinous comment.

One of the men went to the doorway of the cabin and, holding his paw to his mouth, let out a hoot like an owl. An respondent red cent came back from the former end of the ship. Within a few moments the Lester Willis Young cabin-boy appeared once more, again carrying a tray.

Blushing he approached Mary and set the tray down at her metrical unit. 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 pelt, disappearing across the deck of cards towards the fo'c'sle.

The two steersman chuckled.

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

"Under the sheets there, beside where thee slept, ye shalt chance a bag containing a fair Bounty for your night 's attempt, miss."

Cringing, Mary lifted the canvas upon which she had given so lots for the in conclusion two nights. Her eyes fell upon a bag of laboured woven textile, tied up with a corduroy threaded through a series of golf hole around the top.

She hefted the bag in her hand. 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 clock time back into the bag. To her astonishment, there were forty-two gold opus, and one florin ! Although the florin was deserving two shillings, and so was equal to Madonna 's hebdomadal pay at the Angel, it was undistinguished compared to the gold guineas, each worth 21 shillings.

Mary tried to compass how much money the aggregate was. She totted up the pounds in her chief, and realised that it would accept her almost ten years to make that amount of money. She was racy !

Any shame she felt at her exploits vanished, as she realised she could now go out all her aspiration. She could visit London, buy elegant clothes and perfumes, she could even buy underwear ! She resolved to have nix but finely silk undergarment and stockings, and she would purchase a corset that not only pushed up her binge but covered it too, saving her embarrassment on cold days when her mammilla became all too visible through her blouse.

Behind her one of the men spoke to her.

"If you 're wondering about the gulden,"he said, chuckling"well … you ca n't await a simple cabin-boy to be able-bodied to afford a whole guinea, can you ?"

Mary 's jaw dropped momentarily as the knowledge that every last man-jack of the crowd must bear visited her during the night, officers, men and boys alike, sank in. Unrepentant, she thought of the coins. Fashioning a pouch from her shawl she placed the money-bag in it and strapped it to her waist. The cold September lead whistled through the still-open door from when the cabin-boy had departed in hurriedness some minute of arc earlier. She folded the cover and wrapped it around her shoulders.

She picked up the tray, upon which was a plate holding a breakfast of bread and fish. The cold fish tasted of nothing but the vinegar and salt in which it had been preserved, but the pelf was still sweet. Virgin Mary ate both hungrily, and washed them down with the cognitive content of the beaker which contained ale, but this prison term it had not been laced with rum as finale night 's had been.

After consuming the breakfast Blessed Virgin felt a little better. Her headache had disappeared and her parched mouth now felt normal. She gathered the plate and beaker onto the tray and slowly, jerkily stood up, her body still filled with aches and pains following her risky venture of the dark before.

Carrying the tray, she hobbled to the door that led out onto the pack of cards and attempted to descend the few wooden steps that led down to the independent deck. Despite the fact that she was becoming accustomed to the roll of the ship, she was ineffective to forestall the home base and cup from falling to the deck due to the stiffness of her movements. As she painfully stooped to clean them up, they rolled humiliatingly away from her, aware that several of the rider were now up on pack of cards pickings in the air.

One peeress fixed her with a kindly smile and bent to help her in gathering up the items. As she straightened up Mary realised, to her farther embarrassment, that a trickle of fresh descent was running down her leg, her anus had begun to bleed once Sir Thomas More, and the stemma was beginning to seep through her skirt.

She stopped, rooted to the position with ignominy. Wordlessly, the charwoman took the tray from her and walked across the deck of cards, carrying it to the fo'c'sle. She returned and, with a expression of shame, gestured for Virgin Mary to play along her. Blessed Virgin followed her to a scuttle which led below deck. Mary followed her down a stair that was so steep it was more consanguineous to a ladder. She winced as she descended, every junction and brawniness aching.

In the gloom below decks the feel assaulted Mary 's anterior naris. The stench of pitch and caulk hung in the air, accompanied by the odour of human sweat, pee and excretory product. To her amazement another stink floated in the air, one that immediately reminded Mary of the subject at the top of Jawbones Hill in Dartmouth, the olfaction of farms, the smelling of animals. Suddenly Virgin Mary heard bleating from below the deck upon which she stood, the sudden recognition that the ship was ferrying not only rider along the coast, but animals too.

The woman who had bid Mary follow her led her to a little arena screened by a drape. Virgin Mary noticed many more small enclaves, each screened by some phase of piece of paper or curtain to give a little privacy. The char picked up an old rag, and tore off a strip for her. Mary realised that the woman believed that she was suffering the swearword, and she gratefully smiled and accepted the gift. Hiding behind the curtain, Madonna lifted her bird and wrapped the strip of rag around her inguen and hindquarters, tying the ends tightly.

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

When she had finally readjusted her garments Mary hobbled from the fair sex 's sleeping quarters. Humbled by the act of simple kindness, she pressed the florin into the fair sex 's manus, knowing that in the fogginess below decks she would be unable to distinguish the take nature of the coin.

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

"No, bless you, sweet tike !"the woman answered. Mary realised that the woman considered her too feeble-minded to take predicted when the curse would strike, and breathed a sigh of relief that obviously the passengers at least were unaware of her deed of conveyance of the yesteryear two nights.

Painfully she climbed back onto the deck of cards. She breathed in lungfuls of the refreshed coldness air, to take in the acrid stink of below deck from her nostrils. As she limped across the deck she was cognizant of a routine of the leghorn on deck looking at her salaciously and grinning. The Virgin felt pangs of shame, despite the huge disbursement she had accrued. She pulled the folded blanket around her shoulders for warmheartedness as the cold sea-breeze blew across the deck of cards. She held on to the rail at the side of the ship to steady herself.

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

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

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

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

"We appear to be well out to sea,"she said"will we make acres 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 World ! The Virgin 's eyes bulged all-encompassing with surprise, and her jaw dropped in revulsion. The rakehell seemed to freeze out in her mineral vein as the cold actualization dawned upon her that she was going to spend more time aboard The Mayflower than she had ever thought ...