source 's distinction : This is a storey, and the author is aware that it is not 100 % historically accurate, although efforts have been made to insure some arcdegree of realism. It is a work of fiction, however, and intended to be no More than that.



Virgin Mary 's Unexpected journeying

"MORE ALE, dame, Thomas More ALE !"the man cried, slamming his evacuate tankard on the wooden table, causing the flame from the cd in the centre to flicker. He and his three fellow traveler guffawed loudly and joined in a chorus of yell for more, laughing, stamping their fundament on the flagstone and banging their own tankards.

With a benign smiling, The Virgin filled two ewer 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 mesa at the far side of the elbow room.
Although they were getting a bit roughneck that was nothing unexpected - many sailors visited the port of Dartmouth, its deep-water tidal estuary and high valley face were the perfect tax shelter for all sizes of ships. These men were no exception, hardened seafarer each and, distinctive of sailors ashore, drinking heavily.

However, they had good humour, and tipped well. Mary was pleased to attend to them, as she was most matelows, as her weekly wage of two bob was paltry. Tips from loaded client 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 stays tightly, that men loved to look down the vale formed by the gap between her generous breast. Such men as those were inclined to tip more, and More often.

Mary was glad of her underbust corset, the sole detail of undergarments that she possessed. It held in her rounded potbelly, and pushed up her titty, giving her close to the figure she longed for, like the daguerreotypes of rich and regal madam from capital of the United Kingdom which hung in the lobby of the town hall.

How Mary wished that one day she might visit London, its glamour and mystique seemed a life removed from that of a poor orphan female child in a pocket-size Devon town. Perhaps she might even go to a theatre to watch a free rein by the man they called The Bard, who had died just a few days earlier.

At twenty, Virgin Mary was as old as the 100 itself. Her founding father, a Royal naval forces 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 years later.

Her upbringing in the orphanage of Saint Saviour 's had been austere and bleak, gruelling physical work and harsh treatment. store of being awoken early on chilly overwinter mornings, washing in cold water, dressing in the dark then walking across to the adjacent Church of holy person Saviour 's in purchase order to clean and polish the ornate ironwork door, or dusting the interiors and seeing to the crucifix screen within came back to her mind.

Mary was slightly less unfortunate person than some of the other baby as an endowment, a bequest of her father 's death in the service of the King, ensured that she received more substantial meal than otherwise, although she often gave some of her nutrient away to other tyke who remained thirsty even after the daily supper of vegetable broth and bread.

lacing with a stick or belt were not uncommon, for girls as well as male child, although Mary often escaped penalty due to her capacity for hard grafting and an aptitude for school lesson, a determination to one day get away her poorness driving her on.
She had proved an capable and aegir pupil in the schoolroom, learning her phone number by the age of nine, and her varsity letter by thirteen.

Mary was shaken from her daydream as she reached the mesa, and began pouring ale from her pitchers into the tankards of the waiting sailors. Their actor's line was common but good-natured, bantering with the young woman.

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

"Arr, I do keep mentation of peaches for some reason !"said another.

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

"OUCH !"exclaimed Madonna, standing vertical"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 penny each, a day 's wages for a young barmaid, and she well knew that plenty of flirting would earn her more besides.

Most of the other customer had slipped quietly into the darkness of a Sabbatum night, the locals only too mindful that bibulous Jack-tar were best avoided, and although these were private merchantmen rather than royal stag US Navy sailors they could still get trouble later.

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

Madonna had worked for him for five eld now, and had been one of the best missy he had employed in his grievance of years 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 locker on the back of the bar, and removed a nursing bottle of pomace brandy. Pouring the shed light on liquid into four glasses he placed them upon a tray. Mary carried the tray to the table and set the glasses before the men. One called out to the innkeeper.

"Landlord ! Another looking glass, if thee will !"

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

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

Mary lowered her look, cocked her head teacher to one English and turned her middle innocently upwards"Art thee tempting me with strong booze, sire ?"she asked, although the slim down line of products of a grin on her face belied her naïve words.

The men guffawed once more, clapping loudly. One said"Arr, a young girl such as thee, I daresay ye could ne'er handle strong 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 inscrutable breath and raised the ice to her lips, tipping the liquidness 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 seats like tethered dancing bears.

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

Joe brought over the bottleful and refilled the glasses, giving Blessed Virgin a disapproving frown. Mary winked at him. He rolled his eyes once more, but gave Virgin Mary a subtle answering winking.

"farewell the nursing bottle, landlord."said one of the men."And pray, let this Edward Young housemaid sit and consider drink with us as a reinforcement for her hard effort this eve ?"He motioned for Mary to draw up a wooden backside and join them. Blushing slightly, Mary obeyed. It was a backup man to sit down, having spent many hour on her feet whilst she worked, the unvoiced wooden shoe making her foundation ache, despite the cork insoles she had fashioned for them.

Now turning to his fellow the man said"Heads and posterior for who doth pay ?"the company nodded, each fumbling in their pockets and producing canvas pouches. They all opened them, revealing a pick of golden doubloons in each. Virgin Mary 's eyes opened extensive at the money, glittering even in the dim Christ Within of the inn.

One of the men passed a coin to Mary, then they each slammed a coin down on the tabular array, keeping it covered with their paw."tailspin the coin, good lady."said one, and Mary tossed it into the air, catching it and placing it on the tabular array. She noticed that the coins were in fact sovereigns, golden guineas worth xxi shillings each.

Her coin bore the image of the king, and the men removed their hired hand, revealing that three of them also had Heads. These men screamed with laughter, jeering their fellow who reluctantly left his coin on the table, and added a second. Picking up the coins he launched them in an arc towards Joe who, despite his age and the dim scant caught them adeptly. His center 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 more than the value of the drunkenness 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 Blessed Virgin sitting with the four seafarers.

They drank another round of the brandy and introduced themselves to her ; John Cooper and Gilbert Alexander Wilson, helmsman, Richard Ward, cook and Robert Miles Standish, bosun. They revealed that their ship, normally a lading hauler, was currently sailing as a ferry"Carrying folk along th'coast, port to port. Not th'well-nigh excitin'o'trips as yet, but the pay is good."said Cooper.


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

As he spoke of the ship 's journeys to foreign land Mary found herself imagining travelling the world. A pipe-dream for a poor little girl such as her, but a fancy nonetheless.

By now, three with child brandies were beginning to make Virgin Mary slightly dizzy. Her head was resting on Robert 's articulatio humeri as she laid her hands gently on his arm.

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

The caller laughed uproariously at her naivete. Cooper spoke"Indeed there be darkies in far-off lands, we 've seen them !"he chuckled"They wear no clothes, women as w 'll as men - and the men all ha'manhoods the size of your arm hanging down !"He placed the medal of his left 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 surprisal"Why sir, I 'm sure I know not of what you speak !"

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

The Virgin 's cheeks flushed red. Indeed she had known man. Several men in fact. Having left the orphanhood at the age of 15 she had gained living accommodations with the Widow Babbacombe, an aged woman who lived alone in a big house following the destruction of her husband many geezerhood earlier. Old Mrs Babbacombe had taught her the mystery of avoiding being with child. Her words echoed still in Blessed Virgin 's thinker"A week from the beginning o'the curse is fine, but ne'er the two weeks hence, then the twenty-five percent hebdomad ye be respectable again."

Mary had used this knowledge to great vantage in the yesteryear. Once, after a legal brief liaison with a handsome offspring waterman who worked on the riverboats she had been given passage up the river for a day out in the food market township of Totnes, ten geographical mile upstream, past the villages of Stoke Gabriel and Dittisham. It was the only prison term in her life Blessed Virgin had ever left Dartmouth.

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

At church on a Sunday Madonna frequently overheard talk behind her back suggesting that she ought to be put in the pillory in Smith Street, and that she brought ignominy upon the Town. Mary was unperturbed. After her hard upbringing she was prepared to do whatever she needed to in fiat to get by in life sentence, and damn what anyone else thought.

Right now, she knew that it had been 22 days from the beginning of the torment, so prophylactic was assured. She smiled, clutching once more at Standish 's arm."Mayhap I hath known of man. Mayhap I may live 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 Virgin Mary to return with them to"gossip our fair vessel for a time"

Mary agreed, and fetched her shawl from behind the bar. Old Joe shook his forefront at her, but gave a final conspiratorial nictitation 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 beams breaking up the whitewashed country of bulwark. Mary blew out the lamp which hung outside the front end door and wrapped her shawl close around her shoulder joint. Summer was nearing its end, and the threat of autumn was in the air. She heard the bolts slide shut inside the threshold, so she knew she was alone with the four sailors.

She had no awe though, for although mariners could be a roughly lot, they were generally salt-of-the-earth type, and she felt strangely safety clutching Robert 's arm. The brandy warmed her inside, causing her to stumble a piddling as they made their way from high Street down Broad footfall to the Embankment. Her shoes clattered on the wide flag and John barrel maker seized her other arm to becalm her. He maintained his handgrip 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 comments about Mary 's rich plus, several of them groping her hind end on function, causing her to giggle and eventually hiccough.

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

Like the Carv 'd Angel, the dock-master 's office was a tall Tudor building, its whitewashed wall broken up by shadow tarred beams. As they neared the narrows they realised their caution was unwarrantable - in an office on the ground flooring a night-watchman log Z's soundly in a chair. The five of them chortled, each placing their hands on their oral fissure and whispering"Hushhh !"to one another.

As they came out onto Seigneur de Bayard 's Cove itself the ship, a four-masted watercraft of a good thirty yards in length could be seen at the far end of the poor pier. In the Moon Madonna read the epithet of the watercraft, engraved upon a memorial tablet below the captain 's room in the stern of the ship.

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

Her substructure 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 eyes !"

Blessed Virgin did so, to no relevance though as from behind her a distich of helping hand covered her eyes. She heard muttering then a vocalism said softly"This 'll heal thy hics, fair maiden over"she suddenly gasped as a couplet of hands grasped her breast, and a twosome of lips covered her own. A lingua wriggled its way into her back talk, exploring deeply. She felt the man in front of her press close, the voiceless clump of his humanity pressing against her belly. Behind her the man holding her eyes also pressed close, rubbing his hip against her seat. He too had a hard oaf, pressed against her behind.

With a sudden starting time The Virgin realised that she was going to be expected to let all four men have their way with her, not just Henry M. Robert as she had thought initially. The impact was Sir Thomas More than tempered however both by the after-effects of the brandy and the smell coursing through her torso as she felt two sexually excited men spin around against her. She could experience herself moistening inside, as she realised that she had nothing to recede. Virgin Mary had enjoyed sex with one man at a sentence, four would simply be four time the pleasure, and in the morning the men would sail away on the tide, probably never to be seen again in the town, so no-one would ever have it away 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 elbow room at the rear of the main deck of cards,"Steerage"she was told. In the marrow of the room a wide pole protruded upwards from a hole in the deck of cards, as marvelous as a man. The rump of the elbow room was dominated by a raft of shut down canvas sheets.

In the glumness someone lit an oil lamp, throwing a strange yellowy incandescence across the elbow room. Robert held a fingerbreadth to his sassing"Quietly now, we shall not awaken our passengers, lads !"he warned.

A little flighty now, Mary turned to look the four men. In the light she could see that their eyes were fixed upon her, travelling over ever inch of her body, their lusty grinning only serving to heighten her sense of anticipation.

The smell of caulk and pitch, unify with the stench of stew and urine seemed to emanate from the very panel of the ship itself. Madonna paused for a consequence, unsure of what to do.

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

Taking a trench breather, Mary turned around, slipped off her shoes, the damp woodwind of the boards poise against her fundament. She undid the fastening to the side of the waist band of her skirt, and let it fall to the flooring, exposing her bare flanks and rump. She stepped out of the skirt and turned back to face the four men, who had stepped forward and surrounded her.

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

"breast !"said hospital ward excitedly"Let us see thine knocker !"

Obediently, Mary crossed her arms and began to pull out her blouse upwards. As she did so, her pendulous breast swung free, shore up upwards by the corset below them. Before she had even lifted the blouse off her head a pair of rim clamped down onto each of her pap, and hands grasped at the fluid, goose-bumped Patrick Victor Martindale White build exposed. She tugged the garment free, to see that it was Mary Augusta Arnold Ward and Gary Cooper who suckled at her titty, their helping hand sliding up the inside of her second joint, stroking over her pubis, finger's breadth running through her pubic hair.

Robert reached out for her look with both hands, pulling it towards his own, and kissing her, his tongue reaching into her oral cavity, probing, exploring. Behind her Harriet Wilson fondled her rear end, his finger's breadth kneading the pulp of her buttocks, his breath hot upon her shoulders as he pressed against her, his mouth kissing the nucha of her cervix, gnawing at her ear lobes.

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

A back finger's breadth joined the first, the digits curving round to stroke deep within her against the figurehead wall of the inside of her vagina, raising her pleasure further. Suddenly the fingerbreadth withdrew. Standish released her from the kiss, stepping back to watch what was happening.

Mary Augusta Arnold Ward released her right breast from his mouth and fell to his articulatio genus. Cooper continued to suck her result breast, his left manus grasping her unloose mamilla. The slimy feel of his finger betrayed the fact that it had been he who had fingered her so closing to an orgasm.

She gasped once more when Ward gripped her hips and pulled them firmly towards his face, burying it into her, his clapper extending to flick around her engorged clitoris. She squealed with surprise and pleasure, as no man had ever done that before - she had allowed men to pose their cocks in her rima oris, but had been incognizant that the reverse was even possible, never mind so pleasurable. Her consistency quivered as he lapped away at her now dripping hole.

Peter Cooper now lifted his mouth away from her chest, his spit describing a agate line up between her breasts, both his hands now manipulating her nipple. His rim planted a cable of candy kiss up her neck, over her Chin and unto her rim, then his tongue began to research her mouth.

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

Suddenly she felt herself be dragged backwards and away from the embracing of cellblock and cooper, downwards towards the spate of canvas sails behind her. President Wilson firmly pushed her down, her physical structure flat out, him kneeling behind her oral sex, above her face. He pulled down his trousers to his articulatio genus, his tumid cock springing out. Mary knew what he expected of her, but outset she spread her branch wide-cut, raised her stifle, heels on the canvas, pointed to the sum of her groin and spluttered"Sir Thomas More, more of that my in force men !"

She then tilted her head back and suppliantly opened her mouth. John Tuzo Wilson placed a paw under the back of her neck, lifting her nous up and sliding his shaft into the waiting orifice. Virgin Mary 's indirect request were granted as she felt a mouth apply itself to her genitals, a spit invading her intimately.

Her own tongue worked on the member in her mouth, licking at the conceited head, before Wilson pushed down hard. Her head tilted back, Mary 's throat easily accepted the invasion, and Wilson began to slide in and out, at inaugural slowly then quicker. Mary gasped for hint between fortuity, her body wriggling with pleasure from the sensations throbbing through her body as an strange tongue delighted her down below.

That tongue withdrew, and was quickly replaced by another, whilst coarse-skinned hired hand stroked and fondled her entire body, the rowdyism of their endure skin contrasting with the soft, still tegument of the young char, the friction serving to heighten her delight further.

Hands stroked up and down her thighs, over her stomach and breasts. A yoke of hired hand wriggled under her and kneaded her backside. Mary surrendered herself to the ecstasy of sexual contact.

Wilson 's rooster slid easily in and out of her oral cavity, one consequence ribbing in her sass, its pass retreating to her lips then sliding forcefully down into the top of her throat and back again. He paused, his cock in her mouth until his body suddenly stiffened. He rammed his cock down and Mary felt his cum pump into her pharynx. She choked, coughing as the fluid cut off her air temporarily, until the man withdrew from her. The heart exploded back up into her mouth as she coughed, then she swallowed it down, clearing her mouth of the warm fluid, but leaving the salty sapidity on her tongue. The other three men gave muffled sunshine, praising Madonna and mocking Wilson.

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

She had little chance to mull though as she felt a body climb on top of her, positioning itself between her still raised and spread legs. She looked down to see Ward, his rear of tube pulled to his genu, steering his hard prick towards her scratch. He reached her, sliding easily into the dripping wet hole. She gasped as the turncock invaded her, the voiceless organ filling her inside.

He began to pump her, and she responded by giving out a series of pleasured grunts with each stroke. Her noise became louder as ward banged into her, until Cooper hastily scrambled onto the canvas alongside her. He tilted her side to the slide and pushed his gruelling peter into her, causing her to return a muffled squeal of pleasure.

"stillness, my beauty !"he said softly"This 'll keep thee quiet, for surely"

Mary 's nous began to spin - the sensations of having two dick in her at once, knowing she was pleasing two men at the like metre was both sex and empowering. She sucked obediently at the cock, between gasps as Montgomery Ward continued to hammer away at her, his hands grasping her hips, pulling them up to meet his poke. Her head jerked with the musical rhythm, causing cooper to feed out his own suppressed moans of delight.

Her body began to quiver and her judgment began to spin as the thrill rose within her. She could finger her heart hammer in her chest of drawers then gave a suspiration as orgasm overtook her. She could sense a rush of supernumerary moistness within her vagina, even as the stopcock continued to plough into her. Her arms and legs trembled and her skin prickled with the joy of it all.

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

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

Now, it was Ward 's hammer which slid into her invitingly open back talk, while Cooper took her from behind, his cock pushing its way into her vagina, burying itself deep within her. Her entire body tingled with the whizz of the coming still thrilling her.

With the peter in her mouthpiece, Virgin Mary savoured the musky taste of her own juices, mixing with the flesh of Barbara Ward and the live remnants of the feel of Wilson 's spunk. Ward placed his hands upon her promontory and began to get it on her oral fissure. Her body rocked backwards and forwards, her knocker swinging to and fro with the rhythm method of barrel maker 's poking from the rear. As the men synchronised their thrusting Blessed Virgin felt her pleasure arise once more.

To her astonishment another climax ripped through her body, causing her to tremble and shake. Her mind exploded with pleasure. Mary had never experienced more than one orgasm at a time - she had not been aware that it was even possible ! Her hips wriggled, grinding against Peter Cooper, who gave an agonised oink, then Mary felt a stream of hot cum shoot deep inside her, its warmth physical 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 shaft filling her mouth. Mary had learned from experience how to please a man with her oral cavity, and she subjected Ward to the full range of her natural endowment, reaching up with her right helping hand and grasping the Qaeda of the shaft, wringing her helping hand gently around it as she pulled her head away, then wrapped her tongue expertly around the headway, using the tip of her tongue to cause that most sensitive area just below the base of the headland, where the foreskin joins the shaft.

Ward gave out a guttural moan, then ejaculate ejaculated powerfully from the tip, the first shot splattering against her face. Duteously opening her mouth wide, the following shot discharged directly into her mouth. She hastily placed her lips around the tip of the hammer, sucking furiously as the rest of his loading fired into her lip in hot jolts, gulping it down.

When she was sure the ejaculation had ended, Mary released the phallus from her mouth. Cum from the first shot of Ward 's orgasm was plastered around her lip, 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 finger through the semen-coated pubic fuzz, scooping off as much as she could, then sucking it off her fingers, to a ripple of approving murmurs from the men surrounding her.

Now, glancing over her shoulder she saw Henry M. Robert mounting onto the pile of cruise behind her, pulling his breeches down to expose his steadfast cock. She smiled, eager to please but the smiling vanished from her lips as she felt the man manoeuvre his hard cock into the shot between her buttocks, rubbing it up and down, probing towards her anus.

"NO !"she cried"Please sire, not there, I beseech thee !"long-buried bad memories flooded into her mind of the Rector at St Deliverer 's who used to touch her there with his digit, 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 amah, gird yourself, t'will not pain thee, at least not after a few strokes."

Mary struggled against him, but his inviolable hands grasped her hips strongly. She felt a couple of hands grip her ankle joint, dragging her wooden leg further apart. A endorsement pair of handwriting suddenly held her arms, pinning her in office. She heard Henry M. Robert 's vocalisation once more.

"biscuit !"he commanded,"Fetch some grog and some jackass dirt, this one will be a tight 'un mayhap."

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

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

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

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

Her question began to feel lightly, as she swivelled it around to see Henry Martyn Robert larding his erection with a Second Earl Grey slimed core. cellblock dipped his hand into the bowl and, scooping up some of the fat with his finger began to slap it around, and then into, her tight jam. Mary 's question drooped forward, hanging listlessly.

Suddenly she felt a thrust as the tool invaded her tail. Her head nip up, her center bulging. The sensation of the wide girth of the cock burrowing into her felt as though a clenched fist had been stuck up into her belly, a sudden dull pain. She gasped, biting down on the piece of rope.

However, the cock retreated and the pain faded, the rum by now dulling her signified. As the cock slid in for a second time it pushed sluggish, easing into the porta gently.

Mary realised that the annoyance was LE than the first time she had been with a man, less than the whammy even. The cock slid back, then slowly in again. It began to find at first bearable, then easy, and finally pleasurable.

She spat out the rope. Her breath came in gasps as the cock began to pierce, 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 digit began to stroke her clitoris. Her trepidation turned to drunken joy as her pleasure arose. Another span of hands massaged her breasts. As Robert increased his upper, both of his thrusts and the fingers now sliding easily through her wet slit she felt another sexual climax rise up inside her, her body quivering with the sensations. She groaned as she came, the wave of pleasure rippling through her consistence as she felt the man shoot his hot load into her.

He withdrew, releasing her from his reach, and she collapsed forward, panting, spent, exhausted and drunk. In a fog she felt the men thank her, and bid her goodnight. A pair of rim kissed hers, followed by her script being lifted and kissed upon its rachis. A further kiss landed on her forehead.

Too exhausted even to move, Mary curled into the foetal placement. Her eyes closed. As she drifted into a happy slumber she was aware of someone dragging a canvas plane over her, covering her nearly naked body.

When Virgin Mary woke her head pounded. Her mouth was dry and her tummy queasy. Her rear ached. Her eyes hurt as diaphysis of sparkle drilled into them, She closed them briefly then squinted. She was vaguely cognisant of two men standing with their backs to her, both of them grasping the large wooden magnetic pole in the centre of the room, one pushing agin it, the other pull from the other side.

As the case of the previous nighttime flooded back to her she felt a flush of shame. Realising that she wore only her corset, she tried to reach her apparel, still scattered on the deck nearby. Unable to reach she slipped as quietly as she could from under the canvas covering her. Not quietly enough, as the two men looked towards her, in all her nude glory. Mary recognised Cooper and James Wilson as they smiled leeringly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"forefather !"she squeaked, the terror now rising in her mind"What personal manner be this ? Am I to be a captive ?"

Henry Martyn 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 need of sleep so we left thee there. We will obtain land later this day, and thee can return in a stagecoach."

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

A wry smiling 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 athletics as thy was, so we gave a coin each, t'will more than carry thee home !"He handed her a small canvas purse, held tight by a drawstring.

Mary opened it and was astonished to see four lucky art object inside. Her heart opened wide. Each coin was worth more than she earned in two month at the backer !

Feeling of shame commingle with lightness as she realised that this was the richest she had ever been, or was ever likely to be.

Robert spoke once again"We will make land in a few hr, there 's sure to be a omnibus leaping for Dartmouth. 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."

Blessed Virgin 's stomach churned from both the motion of the ship and the liquor of the night before, so she politely declined the estimate of food, but went forward anyway for a drinking of water for her sunbaked mouth.

When she reached the caboose, Ward grinned at her, a knowing smile combining with a lecherous leer. Blushing, Blessed Virgin asked for some water, which she drank. Not knowing what to do next she went out on deck, breathing in the unmortgaged sea air. Some of the passengers were up on deck now, taking in the airs themselves. Mary felt a sudden flush of plethora - what if any of them and been awoken the dark before, and cried shame upon her ? Hastily she returned to the Steerage, sitting herself down on the sight of canvas canvass upon which so often had taken place the night before.

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

Mary 's eyes looked down at the deck In her mind a struggle raged. It was a abominable thing 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 Madonna not coming dwelling house of a night sometimes would be wondering where she was, and why she had not attended Christian 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 night before. Cooper and Wilson pushed and pulled the rod according to shouts from above, turning the rudder attached to the pole below.

Eventually there were cry out on the pack of cards. Mary went out to see a bustling haven, with many ships already moored. Walking over to the bo'sun she asked him where they were.

"Plymouth !"he replied."The shoreward fart hath swept us up through Plymouth Sound and we shalt soon dock. Thee can go ashore directly, and find musical passage home. menu thee well, sweet maid !"He blew her a kiss.

Madonna 's heart jumped in her chest. Plymouth ! She had heard so a great deal about it, a great maritime port for both His majesty 's navy and many bottom too. A huge city, with a universe of nearly twenty thousand souls, ten times the size of her home-town. She had dreamed of one day visiting this sprawling city, and now she was here !

Eventually the boat docked, and Mary was capable to go ashore up a gang-plank. Following her were several of the passengers. Standing at the rail Robert called out to them, his commanding voice booming out amid the hub-bub and noise of the officious quay"Aware ! We are here but to take on refreshed water. We sail again on the next falling lunar time period, thee hath but an hour to return !"

The Virgin looked back, taking one finish look down at the ship. She patted the bag of coins, its drawstring coiled around a skirt button for safety and tucked inside the sash. With a grin she turned on her heel and ventured along the bustling dock towards the city itself.

By now her hangover had passed, and she felt suddenly athirst - it had been almost a day since she had eaten, a lunch of lettuce and high mallow taken during her break at the Angel. Her tummy rumbled angrily.

As she left the docks behind she wended her way into the bunco and ado of the busy city. Men shouted roughly, horse-drawn carts clip-clopped along, street traders yelled their sales patter, woman hastened to and fro. A cleaning lady stood on a street corner openly offering her wiles to passers-by.

Mary 's jaw dropped with amazement at the brazenness of it all, but her shock was suddenly tempered by the low temperature fruition that what she had done the late night made her no better. She touched the coins under her skirt once more and held her head up, no longer ashamed of herself.

As she passed the char she flashed her an approving grinning. The woman gaped back, unused to approval from early fair sex, more than used to looks of disdain.

The Virgin strolled through the streets, taking in the amazing sights and sounds of the urban center, a world away from her base home-town.

Mary 's nostrils caught the wholesome aroma of nutrient drifting through the air, and she espied a vendor with a handcart laden with bundle of wrapped cloth. The parcels gave off a swoon steam, and the smell of adust gist and vegetable drifted Forth. A sign proclaimed the parcel of land to contain"Kernow Pastyes of the finest kinde place baked ”.

Mary was associate with the Cornish delicacy of the pasty, although the bag had originated with the tin miners of Cornwall, the county whose border was the other position of the river from Plymouth itself, versions of them were uncouth upon the tables of working folk across the whole region.

Her back talk salivated at the thought of a true Cornish fowl Pasty - she knew that the hand-held delectation would lie in of bitch immix with onion plant, antecedent 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 bundle. She tugged the canvas purse from her waistband, then opened it, the coins glistening in the sun. She brandished one of the coins.

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

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

His face was rigid as he replied"wellspring, that 's as maybe young girl, but even if thee speak the truth a pasty is but a penny-farthing. I have no variety to match your coin so I shall have to take the whole coin !"

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

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

Virgin Mary turned and sped away, tears forming in her eye. A tap on the shoulder joint brought her to a halt. A Whitney Young man stood there, a smile upon his face.

"Pray, ma'am, thou seemst to be lost in this townsfolk, mayhap I can help thee ?"he said, in a friendly voice.

Mary sniffed, choking back the tears"Please, average sir. I am adrift here, and I wish to get aboard a tutor back to the South Hams this very day, in edict to give back to my home plate in Dartmouth."

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

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

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

A grateful Mary followed the younger man, sword lily to encounter a helpful Samaritan in this teeming metropolis. They ducked and weaved through a engaged street, then turned into a muted side street. The man hastened into an back street.

Mary paused, unsure of her surround.

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

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

Her top dog spinning from the blow she fell to the ground. The man fumbled at her bird 's cincture then snatched the purse from her, running off down the skittle alley and disappearing around a corner.

Stunned by the sudden assault, Mary eventually picked herself up from the ground. Now she was alone and penniless in this tremendous city. What would suit of her she wondered. She felt totally isolated, without a ally to her epithet. weeping rolled down her cheeks.

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

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

Where was the harbor ? She puzzled, trying to reconstruct her steps. Finding her way back onto the main street she stopped a passer"Please sir, which way is the docks ?"she asked.

The man looked at her with despite"That way poor fish wench,"he muttered, gesturing down the street with an arm"keep going downhill until thy feet be wet !"

Blushing, Mary fled towards the harbour. Hurrying through the crowd she remembered Robert 's voice"Aware ! We sail again on the next falling tide, thee hath but an hour to regress !"

The sun was bring down now in the sky, long fantasm were beginning to fulfill the streets with somberness. Mary guessed that the prison term for the ship to sweep must be near. Her heart meter ever faster as she scurried along, reaching the harbour. She raced along the wharf, searching for the ship.

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

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

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

Robert Standish 's boldness was a mixture of bewilderment and smile. Virgin Mary took one feel at him and split into bust, throwing herself at him and clinging to his chest.

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

Robert gave her a puckish smile"I am sure we can accommodate thee, pretty maid."he said"Go back to steerage, and let us see thee whence we have departed the harbour."

Obediently Virgin Mary returned to the steerage cabin to the aft of the deck of cards, wiping her center on the hem of her shawl. John Cooper was there, and he gave a surprise raise of his eyebrows at her appearance then smiled, a lecherous grin as his optic travelled up and down her curvy trunk. Another man stood alongside him, a young blue-eyed man whom Mary had not seen before. Both were stripped to the shank, their singlets cast down to the pack of cards beside them.

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

With an air of astonishment the younger man, who was perhaps the same age as Mary or more like a couple of years younger said"Is this the maid from lastly Nox of which M hast spoken ?"

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

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

There was much shouting going on outside the steering cabin, Mary recognised Standish 's voice bellowing orders to spiritual domain men high above in the rigging commanding them to align the sails to pack full advantage of the malarkey that that was blowing up down through Plymouth sound.

Above the Steerage early vocalization shouted commands down through an open hatch to Cooper and the young man, as they grasped the large Pole in the centre of the cabin, pushing and pulling it this way and that, drawing breathing time hard with the attempt of shifting the rudder beneath the buns of the ship against the currents of the river as it flowed out into the lunar time period of the clear sea.

The ship 's dining table creaked as the mighty vessel made way into the side Channel. Madonna '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, gent ! HARD A STARBOARD !"a voice cried above them.

barrel maker and his assistant heaved at the perch, dragging it to the left. Despite the rapidly chill temperature as the draughts of cold autumnal sea air blew into the cabin, both men were sweating with the campaign of controlling the direction of the ship 's traveling. Even in her dishevelled and fatigue state Blessed Virgin could not help but notice the two men 's rippling muscular torsos, their well-developed biceps bulging alongside their taut, flat stomachs. She felt a conversant tingle within her, deep below her belly as she admired their physiques and remembered her sexual adventures of the previous eve.

After quite some clip the lurching of the ship began to diminish, and the steersman were ordered to tidy up up the rudder. The ship steadied to a more regular, aristocratic roll from fore to aft so The Virgin guessed they were now safely at sea. Cooper introduced the former man as Christopher Benbury, whilst lighting a yoke of oil-lamps at either position of the room. Mary began to explain her plight when the cabin door opened and a young cabin-boy, perhaps six years younger 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 ?"

Peter Cooper chuckled"Ah, ol'Rob, he 's a warm-hearted man beneath all the yelling and bluster. That 'll be for our unexpected Edgar Guest here, who sadly has not eaten for a good spell !"he motioned towards Mary.

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

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

The two steerer chortled.

"The very Lapplander !"Cooper declared.

The cabin-boy stared at Mary, his gaze travelling from her hair and face down her body and back up to her breasts, where he stared for several seconds, am amazed grin upon his brass. He was interrupted from his abstract entity by a loud coughing from Cooper.

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

Mary picked up the tray and saw that upon it was a wooden plate with some cold-blooded cuts of nub and a hunk of scratch, a lidded bowlful with a spoonful alongside and a large wide-bottomed wooden beaker. She lifted the lid of the bowl and saw that it contained pottage, that nourishing vegetable porridge which was a staple meal for all but the very richest. She took a swig from the beaker and spluttered as the taste hit the rachis of her pharynx. 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 mouth. Although it was but lukewarm it was the low 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 sliced cold-blooded bitch too, which she ate with aplomb. Soon she had finished all the food, and downed the rummy ale too.

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

Cooper had left the cabin for a while, and Mary noticed that Gilbert Edmund Wilson had replaced him at the pole. She gave him a smiling, although her cheek flushed a little as she recalled the appreciation of his sperm from the late dark. He nodded to her and smiled, he too blushing.

Suddenly Gary Cooper returned and spoke"So, fair young girl, thing did not go well ashore, eh ?"

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

Frank Cooper 's face set sternly, although the flimsy course of a smile belied his stentorian feeling"Well, maid, there are four of us aboard this vessel who hath already paid generously for your care, and we shall not pay again. Mayhap that there are many Sir Thomas More among the gang who would reward thee similarly for your charms though !"

The Virgin gasped"sire ?"

Cooper 's representative was mat, that of a merchant driving a hard deal"We four rewarded thee well for your services yestereve, and that advantage should be more than enough for us to revel thee once more, so should thou wish to earn Sir Thomas More then thy will induce to harbour Thomas More !"he, Wilson and Benbury began to fix the rudder-pole in blank space with several thick rophy.

The Virgin 's jaw dropped in surprise as the enormity of what was expected of her sunk in. The strong ale coursed through her veins now though, and the memory board of the hitherto never before live pleasure of the night returned to her intellect. She realised that when the sauceboat found landed estate tomorrow she would need money to return to her home, and there was only one way she could earn it. If she was rewarded in the mode of before then not only could she give, but return with a bounteous meed to charge. If she refused she would be no more than a penniless mendicant, a hapless vagrant in a strange town.

Her face reddened, but a wry smile crossed her face"Why good forefather, if I am to be rewarded in the manner of live on Nox 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 attentions so highly during the day !"

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

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

Mary now found herself alone in a elbow room with eight men. Her eyes stretched wide-cut with care and exhilaration at the thought of what was to keep abreast. She felt silly, and staggered a trivial as she stood up to face the men. Laughing, ward spoke.

"Ah, pretty princess, didst chiliad 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 unusual, it had been laced with strong rum. Ward offered the flask he carried to Mary, who realised that it too contained rum. She unhooked the lid and took a deep swig, knowing that it would facilitate her relax for the sexual exploits she was about to undergo. As the spirit went down she coughed, the sharp vapour of the alcohol momentarily taking her breathing time away. She took another swig then replaced the lid and set it down beside her.

She was about to start to polish off her clothes as she had the nighttime before when suddenly Miles Standish stepped behind her and grasped her firmly with his manly subdivision, His adhesive friction was tight but not uncomfortable. He grabbed her blouse and in one question lifted it up. Mary lifted her arms in response to tolerate him to get rid of the garment.

Her pendulous breasts swung freely, all the men in strawman of her gazing at them. Some licked their backtalk in expectation. Standish 's handwriting now moved swiftly to the waistband of her doll and deftly undid the buttons which held it fast. The doll dropped down her pegleg, pooling around her ankles. She stepped free of it, kicking off her shoes as she did so.

The male person munition which wrapped her body now fiddled with the lacing at the top of her stays, hardened, brawny finger nevertheless easily undoing the international nautical mile which held it tight. He tugged at the slope of it, and it came loose. Mary pulled it down, wriggling to get it over her ample articulatio coxae. It dropped to the story, where she kicked it away. She stood now completely naked before eight men, four of whom were total strangers, three of whom she did even know the name of, she realised with a shock.

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

Suddenly she felt 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 bosom, where he massaged them slowly, then began to play with her nipple. She shivered from the docile pleasure, her second joint wobbling as she shivered.. Reaching down with her script to her pubis, she began to stroke her throbbing clitoris with a I finger, the juice of her snatch 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 physical structure, some softly some more rough. As on the Nox before, it was Ward who knelt and began to pleasure her with his lingua, lapping at her clit and sliding a finger deep into her. The Virgin 's organic structure gyrated involuntarily with pleasure. She felt herself gently but firmly steered back onto the canvas where, as before she opened her legs blanket to facilitate access code to her intimate parts.

She realised that Aaron Montgomery Ward 's tongue had been replaced by one of the unnamed men, as the sensory faculty shuddering through her physical structure made her wriggle. Suddenly the man withdrew his tongue from her. Wiping his mouth on his arm he called to the Loretta Young steersman who had been working with Peter Cooper earlier.

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

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

Nervously the Young man approached the sprawl female word form before him. Pulling down his britches he climbed onto the sheet and shuffled himself between Mary 's invitingly open second joint. She smiled at him, the intoxicating commixture of alcoholic beverage and sexual upheaval making her totally uninhibited.

She gave a moan of pleasure as she felt his cock slide into her. She closed her eyes as he began to squeeze his manhood 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 moan of letdown as she felt the pecker withdraw from her.

The Virgin opened her eyes to see the unseasoned man being man-handled up and away from her, his shaft twitch as spunk ejaculated from it, splattering onto her belly and thighs.

Laughing uproariously, Frank Cooper said"Ah, away with you lad ! You 'll not queer the pitch with your spunk, Lester Willis Young 'un ! You come even spry than Gilby did last night, but as twas thy beginning meter we 'll forgive thee !"

Madonna put her hand over her mouthpiece to dampen a giggle as she realised what had occurred. She looked around the men, making eye contact with each as she used her digit to scoop up the sperm from her stomach, then sucked the sticky fluid from her finger, extending her tongue to lick them sportsmanlike. She repeated this for the spermatozoon on her second joint, and finally fingered her vagina with two finger's breadth, slurping loudly as she sucked off the succus, the sense of taste of her own musk predominant.

The men stood transfix, but chattered loudly to each other, making many and varied comments of a lewd nature as they stared at her. Inwardly Madonna revelled at their stares and their give-and-take, delighted to be the centre of their aid and lust, the objective of their desire.

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

The men all stared at her, some now rubbing bulges in their crotches. Standish pulled Mary upright to a sitting position. Her branch dangled over the edge of the canvas raft, her bare foot touching the hard wooden boards of the deck. He pulled down his pants and his erection sprang free, invitingly close to Madonna 's oral cavity, who wasted no clock time in grasping it with both paw and placed her lip around its purple head. Cooper stamped his foot once more.

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

Mary could smell out the hullabaloo building within his trunk but before he could ejaculate into her oral cavity, he pulled away. She looked up at him with disappointment.

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

Myles Standish smiled down at her"Not at all, brazen lass ! I shall simply save some for later, I shall have thee again by and by this dark. First thee has many of the crew to get by with !"

Mary 's jaw dropped as she saw various more men enter the cabin. A dozen twain of eyes regarded her now, as three of the men who were already there leaped onto the canvas and dragged her backwards. One climbed immediately on top of her and entered her roughly, but her sopping vagina easily allowed the incursion, the cock slipping into her with a brief slurp.
A second man twisted her promontory to one position and forced his member into her mouth.
She felt her paw being guided to the third hammer. Instinctively she grasped it and began to stroke it, falling into the calendar method of the man thrusting deep inside her.

Mary writhed with pleasure as the men pumped and pushed into her until finally the man penetrating her extract clear and shot his load across her belly, the warm splattering of the semen tickling her sensitised 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 blighter that follow !"

Mary did not defy as her felt herself being rolled over and guide up onto all fours. The man whose shaft she had been wanking by hand pushed his fellow member into her oral fissure, whilst another mounted her from the rear. As they had their way with her she heard a dyad of kicking, probably James Fenimore Cooper 's, stamping once more.

She worked the stopcock in her mouth as she had done Standish 's, her bequeath rima oris accommodating the putz easily, her tongue expertly flickering around the throbbing appendage, her script stroking the stem, teasing the globe until finally the hot preference of sperm shot into her back talk, and then almost simultaneously the man behind her withdrew, shooting his spunk into the small-scale of her back, creating a warm sticky pool there.

She was aware of a naked man lying beside her, and her body was pulled on top on his. Mary sat up, kneeling astride him as he slid his cock into her. Mary had never has sex with a man in such fashion before, but began to ride him instinctively, thrusting her rosehip forward and back, up and down. She was surprised to find that the putz seemed to go deeper than ever within her, the tip banging against the front wall of her vagina, causing feelings of joy and delectation hitherto unknown and the pleasure boiled up, causing a high-pitched squeal of delectation to escape her lips as an orgasm fluttered through her body.

She rammed her hips down hard, holding them still as the waves of ecstasy flowed through her, radiating from her vagina out through her organic structure, ripple of delight flowing down to the tips of her toes, along her sleeve to the goal of her fingers and up to her nous, where her nous swam, stars appearing before her eyes.

The man groaned, and grasped her pelvic arch with his manus, lifting her solve of him as he came too, his ejaculation shooting out onto his own stomach.

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

A male spokesperson said"So, like it on top do thee, thy young cocotte ?"The unknown man laid beside her and pulled her on top of himself in the way of the former man. Mary smiled down at him and began to ride him as she had done a few min earlier.

The room was full-of-the-moon of the murmured chatter of turn on men, all muttering and lallation in low voices, trying to go on the noise to a low level. Suddenly all dissonance ceased momentarily, until Virgin Mary heard a voice say"As you were, men ! Just though that I should company thee upon this spree."

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

Madonna felt a second man press himself close behind her, his stiff cock nudging between the flapping brass of her rump, his hands grasping her flank. The un-mistakable voice of Robert Miles Standish cut through the clamour.

"She 'll take it up there just o.k., Capt'n - but you 'll need a hand or two of dirt to smooth your way into that passage !"he laughed.

Mary twisted her body, turning to see Standish opening the lidded pot that cookie had carried from the galley and offering it to the man behind her. She felt, as before, the smacking of low temperature goof filth into the valley between her buttocks. As she thrust her hips to and fro on the man still beneath her she felt a greasy fingerbreadth slide into her anus.

Suddenly her crusade were stopped by a brace 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 body invaded, as if a fist had been pushed up deep into her, reaching through her guts up to her tummy. This time however there was no pain, just an enormous feeling of penetration, of intrusion. 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 hips down under the free weight and back onto the cock of the man below her. Now there were two cocks within her at once, and her center bulged with delight. The sensation of tot fulfilment, not only her own physical pleasure but the genial pleasure of knowing she could satisfy two men at once, lifted her to new altitude of delectation, above mere bodily orgasm but to an supernal world of unspeakable consummation.

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

Their lusts sated, the men released her, and she slumped sideways onto the canvas, shuddering with delight as the sexual climax echoed through her consistency. In the gloom she was astonished to see four Sir Thomas More men, all stripped naked and all rubbing their erect cocks !

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

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

Madonna resigned herself to what was about to happen. She sighed and took a late swig of the fiery spirit before beginning to lie back. However, before she could do so, a man slipped alongside her and pulled her body on top of his.

With her backbone to him Mary felt him maneuver his cock into her indorse passage, still greasy from the goose fat that had been applied there. A second man pushed his naked pelvic arch against hers and forced his cock into her kitty. A tierce man knelt behind her psyche, and that of the man beneath her and, cradling her neck with his helping hand, tilted her head upside down, exposing her rima oris and throat.

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

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

Strange hands catch both her own deal, and she felt them channelise her fingers around two Sir Thomas More rearing cocks. Having lost control condition of her body, surrendering it to the wile of the men, Virgin Mary struggled to stay on in control condition of her thoughts as she realised that she was now pleasuring six men at once.

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

In an almost dreamlike state she felt hands manipulate her body into dissimilar positions, felt different tool slide in and out of her every orifice, felt ever Sir Thomas More cum on her and in her. Madonna 's head drifted away into a haze of oblivion.

Suddenly she awoke with a jump to find another man 's foreign face above her, his reflexion of triumph plain as he released yet another violent stream of jism into her. Shocked, Mary realised that she had passed out, but the men had kept on taking her nonetheless. How yearn 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 voice could manage was a low croak. Her soundbox felt too debile to resist, so Madonna resigned herself once more to the luxuria of the man, her branch limp with exhaustion. She drifted back to sleep while he rode her.

When Mary awoke once to a greater extent it was daylight. The electron beam of fall sun streamed directly down through the hatchway above the steerage cabin, hurting her eyes. She found herself covered not only by a flap of the sail, but a soft cover had been wrapped around her.

Every muscularity in her organic structure ached, every joint in every limb felt as if it had been stretched beyond its limits. Her jaw ached from the amount of clip it been extended the dark 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 nipple were sore to the mite, even the rub of the sonant mantle upon them made her wince with pain. A dry backtalk and a thunderous headache compounded her suffering.

As her eyes accustomed themselves to the shafts of the noon sun Virgin Mary saw two men stationed at the rudder-pole. Although she did not have intercourse their gens, one was familiar, his was one of the faces that had joyously ridden her the night before. She struggled to realise the other. Had he been one of the men ? Madonna thought not, but could n't be sure.

Stiffly, she moved her dead body out from under the canvass. This time she could care less about her nudeness, she let the cover fall to the floor as she picked up her wearing apparel and painfully began to dress, every cheek in her body protesting at the bowel 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 Madonna was n't for sure she recognised or not, saw her and brightly said"Good morn Blessed 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 other, inaudible to Blessed Virgin but both men laughed, hearty belly laugh from each so she guessed that it had been some sorting of derisory or lascivious comment.

One of the men went to the door of the cabin and, holding his paw to his lip, let out a snort like an owl. An resolve hoot came back from the former end of the ship. Within a few moments the young cabin-boy appeared once more, again carrying a tray.

Blushing he approached Blessed Virgin and set the tray down at her invertebrate foot. Cowering he glanced shyly up at her.

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

The two helmsmen chuckled.

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

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

Cringing, Mary lifted the canvas upon which she had given so much for the last two nights. Her eyes fell upon a bag of heavy woven textile, tied up with a cord threaded through a serial of holes around the top.

She hefted the bag in her hand. It felt heavy, and clinked with the phone of coins. Shyly Mary kept her rachis to the men and surreptitiously counted the coins. She tipped them out into a well she formed by pooling her eternal rest mantle before her, and popping them one at a meter back into the bag. To her amazement, there were forty-two amber pieces, and one guilder ! Although the Dutch florin was worth two Kenyan shilling, and so was equalize to Blessed Virgin 's hebdomadally earnings at the Angel, it was insignificant compared to the fortunate guineas, each worth twenty-one shillings.

Mary tried to perceive how much money the amount was. She totted up the pounds in her head, and realised that it would take her almost ten days to earn that amount. She was rich !

Any shame she felt at her exploits vanished, as she realised she could now dwell out all her ambition. She could visit London, buy elegant wearing apparel and perfumes, she could even buy underwear ! She resolved to have nothing but ticket silk undergarments and stockings, and she would purchase a stays that not only pushed up her bust but covered it too, saving her embarrassment on dusty days when her nipples became all too seeable through her blouse.

Behind her one of the men spoke to her.

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

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

She picked up the tray, upon which was a scale holding a breakfast of clams and Pisces the Fishes. The low temperature fish tasted of zero but the vinegar and Strategic Arms Limitation Talks in which it had been preserved, but the lucre was still refreshed. Mary ate both hungrily, and washed them down with the contents of the beaker which contained ale, but this time it had not been laced with rum as live on night 's had been.

After consuming the breakfast Mary felt a short 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 consistence still filled with aching and pains following her adventure of the nighttime before.

Carrying the tray, she hobbled to the door that led out onto the deck and attempted to condescend the few wooden steps that led down to the main deck. Despite the fact that she was becoming accustomed to the paradiddle of the ship, she was unable to prevent the plate and cup from falling to the deck due to the stiffness of her movements. As she painfully stooped to break up them up, they rolled humiliatingly away from her, aware that several of the passenger were now up on deck pickings in the air.

One lady fixed her with a kindly smile and deflect to assist her in gathering up the point. As she straightened up Blessed Virgin realised, to her further superfluity, that a dribble of new rake was running down her leg, her anus had begun to leech once Sir Thomas More, and the blood was beginning to ooze through her skirt.

She stopped, rooted to the speckle with ignominy. Wordlessly, the cleaning woman took the tray from her and walked across the deck, carrying it to the fo'c'sle. She returned and, with a feel of pity, gestured for Virgin Mary to adopt her. Virgin Mary followed her to a hatchway which led below deck. Mary followed her down a stair that was so soak up it was more akin to a run. She winced as she descended, every marijuana cigarette and musculus aching.

In the gloom below decks the olfactory sensation assaulted Mary 's nostril. The stench of pitch and caulk hung in the air, accompanied by the odour of human sweat, urine and excretory product. To her astonishment another mephitis floated in the air, one that immediately reminded Mary of the fields at the top of lower jaw pitcher's mound in Dartmouth, the olfaction of farms, the smell of creature. Suddenly Mary heard bleating from below the pack of cards upon which she stood, the sudden recognition that the ship was ferrying not only passenger along the sea-coast, but animals too.

The woman who had bid The Virgin follow her led her to a small country screened by a curtain. Mary noticed many more small enclaves, each screened by some figure of sheet or curtain to give a slight secrecy. The charwoman picked up an old rag, and tore off a funnies for her. Mary realised that the woman believed that she was suffering the condemnation, and she gratefully smiled and accepted the gift. Hiding behind the drapery, Madonna lifted her skirt and wrapped the strip show of rag around her groin and backside, tying the oddment tightly.

Whilst the woman stood with her back turned, to give her some more privacy, 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 fair sex 's sleeping stern. Humbled by the act of unproblematic kindness, she pressed the florin into the woman 's mitt, knowing that in the murk below decks she would be ineffectual to identify the exact nature of the coin.

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

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

Painfully she climbed back onto the deck. She breathed in lungfuls of the unused cold air, to discharge the sulphurous foetor of below deck from her nostril. As she limped across the deck she was aware of a figure of the sailor boy on deck looking at her salaciously and grinning. Mary felt pangs of shame, despite the huge disbursement she had accrued. She pulled the fold up blanket around her shoulders for heat as the frigid sea-breeze blew across the deck. She held on to the rail at the side of the ship to brace herself.

As she looked around her something began to nag inside her mind, something was wrong. As her mind cleared she realised what it was. Unlike the day before she could not see any coastline to either slope of the vessel. Virgin Mary 's brow 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 year older than herself.

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

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

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

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

The New humans ! Mary 's eyes bulged wide with surprise, and her jaw dropped in repugnance. The rip seemed to immobilise in her veins as the cold realisation dawned upon her that she was going to pass more than time aboard The Mayflower than she had ever thought ...