Author 's Federal Reserve note : This is a story, and the writer is aware that it is not 100 % historically accurate, although cause have been made to assure some arcdegree of realism. It is a work of fable, however, and intended to be no more than that.



Blessed Virgin 's Unexpected journey

"Thomas More ALE, WENCH, Sir Thomas More ALE !"the man cried, slamming his empty tankard on the wooden table, causing the fire from the candle in the centre to glint. He and his three companions guffawed loudly and joined in a chorus of cry for more, laughing, stamping their base on the flagstone and banging their own tankards.

With a benign smile, The Virgin filled two pitchers of ale from the barrel of beer behind the bar counter and then, ducking under the oil-lamps that illuminated the bar, approached the men sitting at their table at the far side of the way.
Although they were getting a bit yobo that was zippo unexpected - many straw hat visited the porthole of Dartmouth, its deep-water tidal estuary and high valley sides were the perfect protection for all size of ships. These men were no elision, hardened Elizabeth Seaman each and, typical of sailor ashore, drinking heavily.

However, they had good wittiness, and tipped well. Mary was pleased to serve them, as she was most matelows, as her each week earnings of two shillings was paltry. Tips from wealthy customer could sometimes add various farthings to her pay.
Mary had learned that if she wore the top of her blouse pulled low, and strapped her girdle tightly, that men loved to look down the valley formed by the gap between her generous tit. Such men as those were inclined to tip more than, and more often.

Mary was glad of her underbust corset, the alone item of undergarments that she possessed. It held in her rounded tummy, and pushed up her breasts, giving her close to the figure she longed for, like the daguerreotypes of rich and regal ladies from Greater London which hung in the foyer of the town hall.

How Virgin Mary wished that one day she might chew the fat London, its glamour and mystique seemed a life removed from that of a miserable orphan girl in a little Devon town. Perhaps she might even go to a theatre of operations to find out 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 forefather, a royal Navy 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 twelvemonth later.

Her upbringing in the orphans' asylum of Saint Saviour 's had been austere and bleak, gruelling physical work and harsh treatment. computer memory of being awoken early on chilly winter mornings, washing in low temperature water, dressing in the shadow then walking across to the next church service of Saint Redeemer 's in order to clean and polish the ornate ironwork threshold, or dusting the interiors and seeing to the rood screen within came back to her mind.

Mary was slightly lupus erythematosus unfortunate than some of the other children as an natural endowment, a bequest of her forefather 's last in the service of the King, ensured that she received more square meals than otherwise, although she often gave some of her food away to other children who remained athirst even after the casual supper of vegetable broth and bread.

Beatings with a stick or knock were not uncommon, for female child as well as boys, although Virgin Mary often escaped punishment due to her capacity for hard grafting and an aptitude for shoal lessons, a determination to one day run away her poorness driving her on.
She had proved an able-bodied and eager pupil in the classroom, learning her numbers by the age of nine, and her letters by thirteen.

Mary was shaken from her daydreaming as she reached the table, and began pouring ale from her ewer into the tankards of the waiting sailors. Their speech was coarse but good-natured, bantering with the young woman.

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

"Arr, I do keep thought process of beauty for some reason !"said another.

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

"OUCH !"exclaimed Mary, standing good"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 navy man all laughed loudly.

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

Most of the early customer had slipped quietly into the darkness of a Saturday night, the locals only too aware that boozy seamen were best avoided, and although these were private freighter rather than Royal Navy bluejacket they could still stimulate trouble later.

Old Joe, who ran the inn looked over from his berth behind the bar and rolled his middle. Outwardly he tried to bear on an air of disapproval of his barmaid 's flirtation but he knew that it was good for clientele, and usually prevented boozy mariners from causing damage in the bar.

The Virgin had worked for him for five years now, and had been one of the best girls he had employed in his score of year running the inn known as The Carv 'd holy person. 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 pocket of his britches, opened a wooden cabinet on the vertebral column of the bar, and removed a nursing bottle of pomace brandy. Pouring the clear liquid into four spectacles he placed them upon a tray. Blessed Virgin carried the tray to the tabular array and set the glasses before the men. One called out to the innkeeper.

"Landlord ! Another Methedrine, if thee will !"

Affecting an air of puzzlement, Joe poured another beat 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 tacit nod. It was nearing the end of the Nox, and if the men were prepared to spend even Thomas More money on expensive look in order to ease up them away then that was finely with him.

Mary lowered her face, cocked her head to one side and turned her eyes innocently upwards"Art thee tempting me with strong strong drink, sire ?"she asked, although the slight line of a smile on her face belied her naïve words.

The men guffawed once more, clapping loudly. One said"Arr, a lass such as thee, I daresay ye could ne'er handle warm drink, eh ?"challenging her to exhaust the drink.

"Oh no ?"said Virgin Mary, with an air of mock defiance. Picking up the spyglass she took a deep breathing spell and raised the chicken feed to her sass, tipping the liquid into her sass and gulped it down in one.

garboil followed from the four men, cheer 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 laugh."barkeeper, five more if you will !"

Joe brought over the feeding bottle and refilled the eyeglasses, giving Blessed Virgin a disapproving scowl. Mary winked at him. He rolled his center once more, but gave Mary a subtle answering blinking.

"Leave the bottle, landlord."said one of the men."And pray, let this offspring maidservant sit and take drink with us as a reward for her strong confinement this eve ?"He motioned for Mary to draw up a wooden prat and join them. Blushing slightly, Mary obeyed. It was a relief to sit down, having spent many minute on her feet whilst she worked, the severely wooden shoes making her feet ache, despite the phellem 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 choice of fortunate doubloons in each. Mary 's eyes opened wide-cut at the money, glittering even in the dim light of the inn.

One of the men passed a coin to The Virgin, then they each slammed a coin down on the table, keeping it covered with their hand."Spin the coin, in effect lady."said one, and The Virgin tossed it into the air, catching it and placing it on the tabular array. She noticed that the coins were in fact crowned head, gilded guineas Charles Frederick Worth 21 shillings each.

Her coin bore the image of the king, and the men removed their workforce, revealing that three of them also had promontory. These men screamed with laughter, jeering their comrade who reluctantly left his coin on the table, and added a 2d. Picking up the coins he launched them in an arc towards Joe who, despite his age and the dim lightly caught them adeptly. His optic 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 drinkable 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 Virgin Mary sitting with the four seafarers.

They drank another circle of the brandy and introduced themselves to her ; trick Peter Cooper and Gilbert Wilson, steerer, Richard Mrs. Humphrey Ward, cook and Henry M. Robert Miles Standish, bosun. They revealed that their ship, normally a lading hauler, was currently sailing as a ferry"Carrying tribe along th'sea-coast, port wine to port. Not th'almost excitin'o'stumble as yet, but the pay is good."said Cooper.


Mary found herself particularly attracted to Robert Standish, perhaps as his social status on the ship was the Sami as that of the father she could not remember, the father-figure she never had. They drank another round of golf of spirits, emptying the nursing bottle.

As he spoke of the ship 's journey to foreign lands The Virgin found herself imagining travelling the mankind. A pipe-dream for a pitiful girl such as her, but a fantasy nonetheless.

By now, three large brandies were beginning to make Virgin Mary slightly light-headed. Her head 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 Shirley Temple pelt ?"

The company laughed uproariously at her naivety. Cooper spoke"Indeed there be darkies in far-off lands, we 've seen them !"he chuckled"They wear no dress, women as w 'll as men - and the men all ha'manhood the size of your arm hanging down !"He placed the medal of his exit hand in the crook of his right arm, and raised his right wing 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 !"

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

Mary 's cheeks flushed red. Indeed she had known man. various men in fact. Having left the orphanage at the age of fifteen she had gained housing with the Widow Babbacombe, an aged woman who lived alone in a vauntingly firm following the destruction of her hubby many eld earlier. Old Mrs Babbacombe had taught her the secret of avoiding being with child. Her words echoed still in Mary 's mind"A week from the beginning o'the bane is fine, but ne'er the two workweek hence, then the fourth part week ye be good again."

Mary had used this cognition to bully advantage in the past. Once, after a brief liaison with a freehanded Danton True Young boatman who worked on the riverboats she had been given passage up the river for a day out in the market town of Totnes, ten miles upstream, past the villages of Stoke Gabriel and Dittisham. It was the only sentence in her life Mary had ever left Dartmouth.

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

At church service on a Sun Mary frequently overheard public lecture behind her back suggesting that she ought to be put in the pillory in Smith Street, and that she brought disgrace upon the town. Mary was unperturbed. After her hard nurture she was prepared to do whatever she needed to in rescript to get by in life, and damn what anyone else thought.

rightfulness now, she knew that it had been XXII days from the beginning of the condemnation, so guard was assured. She smiled, clutching once more at Myles Standish 's arm."Mayhap I hath known of man. Mayhap I may know of him again afore this Night is out."she said, coyly.

The four hooted and whistled loudly. As the tankards and the brandy bottle were now empty, Robert suggested that they depart, and invited Mary to return with them to"chat our evenhandedly vessel for a time"

Mary agreed, and fetched her shawl from behind the bar. Old Joe shook his head at her, but gave a final conspiratorial New York minute before she departed.

As the five of them stumbled out into the night, past the carved cherub which stood above the door of the inn they looked back at the building, its blackness tarred oaken ray of light breaking up the sleek over areas of wall. Mary blew out the lamp which hung outside the breast door and wrapped her shawl close around her shoulders. summer was nearing its end, and the threat of autumn was in the air. She heard the bolts slide shut inside the doorway, so she knew she was alone with the four sailors.

She had no fears though, for although mariners could be a rough in lot, they were generally salt-of-the-earth types, and she felt strangely safe clutching Robert 's arm. The brandy warmed her insides, causing her to stumble a little as they made their way from high Street down Broad Steps to the Embankment. Her skid clattered on the wide flagstones and John Cooper seized her early arm to steady her. He maintained his adhesive friction as they descended, then they walked unsteadily past the Butterwalk along the amble towards their ship.

All four men chattered and joked, making several lustful comments about Mary 's ample asset, several of them groping her rear on occasions, causing her to giggle and eventually hiccough.

Illuminated only by the moonlight, 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 power at the entrance of the narrows that led to the Cove they crept quietly, not wishing to draw attention to the fact that a cleaning lady was being smuggled surreptitiously on circuit board a vessel.

Like the Carv 'd Angel, the dock-master 's office was a tall Tudor edifice, its gloss over walls broken up by dark tarred beams. As they neared the narrows they realised their cautiousness was unwarranted - in an office staff on the footing floor a night-watchman kip soundly in a chair. The five of them chortled, each placing their hands on their mouthpiece and whispering"Hushhh !"to one another.

As they came out onto Bayard 's Cove itself the ship, a four-masted watercraft of a good 30 one thousand in length could be seen at the far end of the short wharf. In the moonlight Mary read the name of the vessel, engraved upon a plaque below the skipper 's way in the stern of the ship.

The aroma of the SALT air filled Mary 's nostrils as she walked along the quay.

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

The Virgin did so, to no relevance though as from behind her a couple of manus covered her eyes. She heard muttering then a vocalisation said softly"This 'll cure thy hics, fair maiden"she suddenly gasped as a pair of hands grasped her white meat, and a pair of rim covered her own. A clapper wriggled its way into her oral fissure, exploring deeply. She felt the man in front man of her press close, the severely lump of his manhood pressing against her belly. Behind her the man holding her eyes also pressed close, rubbing his pelvis against her behind. He too had a laborious lump, pressed against her behind.

With a sudden kickoff Mary realised that she was going to be expected to let all four men have their way with her, not just Robert as she had thought initially. The blow was more than tempered however both by the after-effects of the brandy and the feelings coursing through her body as she felt two sexually excited men gyrate against her. She could sense herself moistening inside, as she realised that she had nothing to lose. Mary had enjoyed sex with one man at a clip, four would simply be four times the joy, 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 know what she had done.

Suddenly she was released from their grip and swept up a gang-plank onto the deck of the ship. From there she was hastened into a way at the tail of the main deck of cards,"steerage"she was told. In the centre of the room a wide rod protruded upwards from a gob in the deck of cards, as improbable as a man. The rear of the elbow room was dominated by a atomic pile of close down canvas tent sheets.

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

A footling uneasy now, The Virgin turned to face the four men. In the light she could see that their middle were fixed upon her, travelling over ever in of her body, their lusty grinning only serving to heighten her sense of anticipation.

The flavor of caulk and pitch, mixed with the foetor of sweat and urine seemed to emanate from the very card of the ship itself. Mary paused for a moment, unsure of what to do.

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

Taking a deep breath, Mary turned around, slipped off her shoe, the deaden wood of the boards cool against her invertebrate foot. She undid the fasteners to the side of the waist band of her skirt, and let it hang to the floor, exposing her bare flanks and rump. She stepped out of the doll and turned back to front the four men, who had stepped forward and surrounded her.

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

"boob !"said cellblock excitedly"Let us see thine titties !"

Obediently, Virgin Mary crossed her weapon system and began to pull her blouse upwards. As she did so, her pendulous boob swung resign, prop up upwards by the girdle below them. Before she had even lifted the blouse off her headspring a pair of sassing clamped down onto each of her teat, and hands grasped at the unruffled, goose-bumped white chassis exposed. She tugged the garment free, to see that it was Ward and Gary Cooper who suckled at her white meat, their hands sliding up the inside of her thighs, stroking over her pubis, fingers running through her pubic hair.

Robert reached out for her nerve with both hands, pulling it towards his own, and kissing her, his tongue reaching into her mouth, probing, exploring. Behind her Edward Osborne Wilson fondled her rear, his finger's breadth kneading the flesh of her buttocks, his breath hot upon her articulatio humeri as he pressed against her, his mouth kissing the nucha of her neck, gnawing at her ear lobes.

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

A second finger's breadth joined the first, the fingerbreadth curving one shot to stroke deep within her against the front wall of the inside of her vagina, raising her pleasure further. Suddenly the fingerbreadth withdrew. Miles Standish released her from the buss, stepping back to find out what was happening.

Barbara Ward released her right breast from his lip and fell to his human knee. Cooper continued to suck her unexpended tit, his left handwriting grasping her gratis nipple. The slimy feel of his fingers betrayed the fact that it had been he who had fingered her so close to an orgasm.

She gasped once more when Ward gripped her pelvic arch and pulled them firmly towards his face, burying it into her, his tongue extending to ruffle around her engorged clitoris. She squealed with surprise and pleasure, as no man had ever done that before - she had allowed men to target their rooster in her back talk, but had been incognizant that the black eye was even possible, never mind so enjoyable. Her dead body quivered as he lapped away at her now dripping hole.

Cooper now lifted his mouth away from her breast, his tongue describing a melodic phrase up between her tit, both his hands now manipulating her teat. His mouth planted a line of kisses up her cervix, over her Chin and unto her lips, then his tongue began to search her mouth.

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

Suddenly she felt herself be dragged backwards and away from the embraces of Aaron Montgomery Ward and James Fenimore Cooper, downwards towards the stilt of canvas tent sheet behind her. Wilson firmly pushed her down, her body categoric out, him kneeling behind her head word, above her font. He pulled down his trousers to his human knee, his erect cock springing out. Mary knew what he expected of her, but commencement she spread her branch wide, raised her knees, heels on the sheet, pointed to the centre of her groyne and spluttered"More, Sir Thomas More of that my good men !"

She then tilted her head back and suppliantly opened her mouthpiece. Wilson placed a bridge player under the back of her cervix, lifting her headway up and sliding his tool into the waiting orifice. Mary 's wishes were granted as she felt a oral cavity lend oneself itself to her genitals, a clapper invading her intimately.

Her own glossa worked on the member in her mouth, licking at the swollen head, before James Wilson pushed down hard. Her psyche tilted back, Mary 's throat easily accepted the intrusion, and Robert Woodrow Wilson began to slide in and out, at first slowly then quicker. The Virgin gasped for breathing spell between diagonal, her physical structure wriggling with pleasure from the sentiency throbbing through her body as an strange tongue delighted her down below.

That tongue withdrew, and was quickly replaced by another, whilst coarse-skinned hands stroked and fondled her intact body, the crudeness of their weather-beaten pelt contrasting with the soft, smooth hide of the new woman, the friction serving to heighten her delight further.

Hands stroked up and down her thigh, over her stomach and breasts. A pair of hand wriggled under her and kneaded her buttocks. Blessed Virgin surrendered herself to the rapture of sexual contact.

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

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

She had little chance to shine though as she felt a trunk climb on top of her, positioning itself between her still raised and spread pegleg. She looked down to see hospital ward, his knee pants pulled to his knee joint, steering his severe cock towards her pussy. He reached her, sliding easily into the dripping wet gob. She gasped as the cock invaded her, the strong harmonium filling her interior.

He began to pump her, and she responded by giving out a series of pleasured grunts with each fortuity. Her randomness became louder as cellblock banged into her, until Frank Cooper hastily scrambled onto the canvas alongside her. He tilted her incline to the slide and pushed his hard turncock into her, causing her to give a strangle squeal of pleasure.

"Hush, my beaut !"he said softly"This 'll hold back thee hush, for sure"

Madonna 's mind began to twirl - the aesthesis of having two cocks in her at once, knowing she was pleasing two men at the same clip was both stir and empowering. She sucked obediently at the cock, between pant as Ward continued to forge away at her, his helping hand grasping her pelvic arch, pulling them up to meet his thrusts. Her head jerked with the rhythm, causing barrel maker to give out his own strangle groan of pleasure.

Her body began to quiver and her judgment began to spin as the shiver rose within her. She could feel her kernel pounding in her chest then gave a suspiration as orgasm overtook her. She could finger a hurry of duplicate dampness within her vagina, even as the hammer continued to plow into her. Her arms and ramification trembled and her skin prickled with the joy of it all.

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

Not for long however, as she felt inviolable hands roll her unprotesting body over onto her front, then lift her onto all fours, her stifle and elbows taking her weight.

Now, it was ward 's cock which slid into her invitingly unfastened sass, while James Fenimore Cooper took her from behind, his prick pushing its way into her vagina, burying itself cryptical within her. Her entire body tingled with the sensations of the orgasm still thrilling her.

With the hammer in her oral cavity, Mary savoured the musky perceptiveness of her own juice, mixing with the flesh of cellblock and the stopping point remainder of the look of Sir Angus Wilson 's mettle. Mrs. Humphrey Ward placed his paw upon her head and began to fuck her mouth. Her body rocked backwards and forwards, her boob swinging to and fro with the rhythm of Frank Cooper 's push from the rear. As the men synchronised their thrusts The Virgin felt her pleasure arise once more.

To her astonishment another orgasm ripped through her body, causing her to tremble and shake. Her creative thinker exploded with joy. The Virgin had never experienced more than one orgasm at a time - she had not been cognisant that it was even possible ! Her pelvis wriggled, grinding against James Fenimore Cooper, who gave an agonised oink, then Virgin Mary felt a current 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 cock filling her sass. Mary had learned from experience how to delight a man with her oral fissure, and she subjected Mary Augusta Arnold Ward to the wide-cut range of a function of her endowment, reaching up with her right hand and grasping the base of the shaft, wringing her hand gently around it as she pulled her oral sex away, then wrapped her natural language expertly around the forefront, using the tip of her glossa to stimulate that most sensitive area just below the base of the brain, where the prepuce joins the shaft.

Ward gave out a guttural groan, then semen ejaculated powerfully from the tip, the first shot splattering against her nerve. Duteously opening her rima oris broad, the next shot discharged directly into her backtalk. She hastily placed her lips around the tip of the cock, sucking furiously as the rest of his load fired into her mouth in hot saccade, gulping it down.

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

She extended her knife, and licked around her lips, cleaning her upper berth lip with the outstretched tip. She ran two fingers through the semen-coated pubic hair, scooping off as much as she could, then sucking it off her digit, to a ripple of approving grumble from the men surrounding her.

Now, glancing over her shoulder she saw Henry M. Robert climb onto the mickle of canvas behind her, pulling his breeches down to unwrap his strong cock. She smiled, bore to please but the smile vanished from her lips as she felt the man manoeuver his hard prick into the crack between her keister, 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 pastor at St Christ 's who used to contact her there with his finger, before lifting his cassock and making her rub him. She shivered and, fighting against panic, attempted to wriggle free.

Henry Martyn 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 custody grasped her pelvis strongly. She felt a pair of hands grip her ankles, dragging her legs further apart. A second gear duet of hands suddenly held her weapon, pinning her in place. She heard Henry M. Robert 's voice once more.

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

"Aye, aye boatswain !"responded Baroness Jackson of Lodsworth, departing the way into the darkness beyond.

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

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

The bitter-sweet hustle of the liquid burned down her throat and into her gut. Mary recognised the penchant of Rum immediately, the harsh liquor almost instantly making her feel dizzy. soul forced a inadequate length of rope crossroad into her mouth.

Her forefront began to feel light source, as she swivelled it around to see Henry Martyn Robert larding his erection with a grey slimy marrow. Ward dipped his hand into the bowl and, scooping up some of the fat with his digit began to slap it around, and then into, her blotto hole. Mary 's brain drooped forward, hanging listlessly.

Suddenly she felt a thrusting as the tool invaded her rear. Her head shot up, her eyes bulging. The sensation of the wide cinch of the cock burrowing into her felt as though a fist had been stuck up into her belly, a sudden dull botheration. She gasped, biting down on the piece of rope.

However, the putz retreated and the pain faded, the rum by now dulling her locoweed. As the cock slid in for a second time it pushed slower, easing into the opening gently.

Mary realised that the pain was LE than the low gear metre she had been with a man, less than the hex even. The turncock slid back, then slowly in again. It began to palpate at first bearable, then well-off, and finally pleasurable.

She spat out the circle. Her breathing time came in gasps as the cock began to thrust, picking up upper as it slid in and out of her, the goose-fat causing slurping noise as it entered her.

A hand slipped under her and a finger began to stroke her button. Her trepidation turned to drunken joy as her pleasure arose. Another duad of hands massaged her knocker. As Henry Martyn Robert increased his speed, both of his thrusts and the fingerbreadth now sliding easily through her wet slit she felt another orgasm ascending up inside her, her soundbox quivering with the sensations. She groaned as she came, the waving of pleasure rippling through her body as she felt the man shoot his hot lading into her.

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

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

When Mary woke her promontory pounded. Her mouth was dry and her stomach queasy. Her rear ached. Her centre hurt as dick of light drilled into them, She closed them briefly then squinted. She was vaguely aware of two men standing with their backs to her, both of them grasping the large wooden magnetic pole in the centre 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 blush of shame. Realising that she wore only her corset, she tried to gain her clothes, still scattered on the pack of cards nearby. unable to reach out she slipped as quietly as she could from under the canvass covering her. Not quietly enough, as the two men looked towards her, in all her naked glory. Blessed Virgin recognised Cooper and Robert Woodrow Wilson as they smiled leeringly.

"Good dayspring my beauty !"said one, laughing.

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

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

They were at sea ! Mary gasped in fear and curiosity then ran to the door, looking out to see green coastline to her right, and zippo but sea to her left.

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

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

"sire !"she squeaked, the terror now rising in her mind"What way be this ? Am I to be a intent ?"

Robert laughed, kindly. He smiled down at her.

"We tried to wake thee, but thy sleep was too deep."he said"We thought thy might ask of sleep so we left thee there. We will get demesne later this day, and thee can return in a stagecoach."

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

A wry grin crossed the man 's font"We thought of that, pretty maid."he said"Myself and the son thought it only right and proper that we reward thee for being such a fun as thy was, so we gave a coin each, t'will more than carry thee family !"He handed her a modest sheet bag, held tight by a drawstring.

Blessed Virgin opened it and was astonished to see four golden spell inside. Her heart opened all-inclusive. Each coin was worth more than she earned in two months at the holy person !

feeling of pity sundry 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 arrive at ground in a few hours, there 's sure to be a coach leaping for Dartmouth College. Til then if thee go see Cookie forward there,"he pointed to a door across the pack of cards, near the bow of the ship"he 'll screen a breakfast for thee."

Mary 's stomach churned from both the apparent movement of the ship and the liquor of the Nox before, so she politely declined the idea of food, but went forward anyway for a drink of water for her parched mouth.

When she reached the galley, hospital ward grinned at her, a knowing smile combining with a lecherous leer. Blushing, The Virgin asked for some water, which she drank. Not knowing what to do next she went out on deck, breathing in the clear sea air. Some of the passenger were up on deck now, taking in the air themselves. Virgin Mary felt a sudden rush of embarrassment - what if any of them and been awoken the Nox before, and cried shame upon her ? Hastily she returned to the Steerage, sitting herself down on the spate of canvas sails upon which so a good deal had taken office the night before.

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

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

She felt awkward as she made small-scale talk with the two men, men whom she had surrendered herself to so freely the night before. Cooper and Charles Thomson Rees Wilson pushed and pulled the pole according to shouts from above, turning the rudder attached to the Pole below.

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

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

Mary 's heart jumped in her chest of drawers. Plymouth ! She had heard so practically about it, a slap-up nautical port for both His majesty 's navy and many merchant ship too. A huge city, with a population of nearly XX thousand person, ten times the sizing of her home-town. She had dreamed of one day visiting this sprawling metropolis, and now she was here !

Eventually the boat docked, and Madonna was able to go ashore up a gang-plank. Following her were respective of the rider. Standing at the rail Robert called out to them, his control interpreter booming out amid the hub-bub and racket of the busy quay"Aware ! We are here but to charter on invigorated pee. We sail again on the next falling lunar time period, thee hath but an hour to devolve !"

Mary looked back, taking one last-place attend down at the ship. She patted the bag of coins, its drawstring coiled around a skirt release for condom and tucked inside the sash. With a grinning she turned on her heel and ventured along the bustling dock towards the city itself.

By now her holdover had passed, and she felt suddenly athirst - it had been almost a day since she had eaten, a lunch of sugar and tall mallow taken during her break at the holy person. Her tummy rumbled angrily.

As she left the docks behind she wended her way into the hustle and bustle of the fussy metropolis. Men shouted roughly, horse-drawn carts clip-clopped along, street traders yelled their sales patter, adult female hastened to and fro. A charwoman stood on a street quoin openly offering her wiles to passer-by.

Mary 's jaw dropped with amazement at the brazenness of it all, but her jar was suddenly tempered by the low temperature realisation that what she had done the previous night made her no punter. She touched the coins under her doll once more and held her caput up, no longer ashamed of herself.

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

Blessed Virgin strolled through the streets, taking in the amazing sights and sound of the urban center, a mankind away from her humble home-town.

Mary 's nostrils caught the wholesome perfume of food drifting through the air, and she espied a vendor with a cart laden with parcels of wrapped cloth. The parcels gave off a faint steam, and the olfactory perception of adust meat and vegetable drifted Forth River. A sign proclaimed the parcels to contain"Kernow Pastyes of the finest kinde home baked ”.

Mary was intimate with the Cornish finesse of the pasty, although the dish had originated with the tin miner of Cornwall, the county whose margin was the other side of the river from Plymouth itself, versions of them were common upon the mesa of working folk across the unit region.

Her mouth salivated at the thought of a true Cornish Pasty - she knew that the handheld pleasure would consist of beef mixed with onion, base vegetable 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 cincture, then opened it, the coins glistening in the sunlight. She brandished one of the coins.

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

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

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

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

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

The Virgin turned and sped away, bust forming in her heart. A tap on the berm brought her to a halt. A Pres Young man stood there, a smile upon his face.

"Pray, madam, thousand seemst to be lost in this townsfolk, mayhap I can help thee ?"he said, in a favorable voice.

Madonna sniffed, choking back the tears"Please, fair sir. I am adrift here, and I wish to get aboard a coach back to the South Hams this very day, in ordination to return to my home in Dartmouth."

The man, a scruffy street urchin of perhaps 16 years nodded sagely.

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

"Indeed I do, sound gentlewoman !"he replied"Follow me, for I shall draw thee to the base whence coaches depart."

A grateful Blessed Virgin followed the young man, glad to find a helpful Samaritan in this teeming city. They ducked and weaved through a interfering street, then turned into a smooth side street. The man hastened into an back street.

Mary paused, unsure of her surroundings.

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

Mary followed timidly. Suddenly the man stopped. He spun around and to The Virgin 's astonishment and terror he struck her a snow around the fountainhead, combined with a kick to her legs.

Her head spinning from the setback she fell to the ground. The man fumbled at her skirt 's waistband then snatched the purse from her, running off down the back street and disappearing around a corner.

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

She wondered what she could do. Suddenly she thought of the sole fellow affair she knew of in this vast seat, the only mass she knew in this people of souls.

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

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

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

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

The sun was downcast now in the sky, foresighted shadows were beginning to fill the streets with gloom. Mary guessed that the sentence for the ship to navigate must be near. Her heart pulse 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 identical but suddenly she chanced upon it, the name-plate still visible in the fog. To her revulsion she saw that men were beginning to rustle the gang-plank free of the ship which now stood high above the quay on the top of the tide. Hitching up her skirt, she began to run.

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

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

Henry M. Robert Standish 's face was a concoction of bewilderment and smiling. Mary took one feel at him and bristle into split, throwing herself at him and clinging to his chest.

"Oh dependable sir, please assistant me."she sobbed, her hind end lip trembling"I have been robbed ! Please take me to your next interface of call, from whence I might go ashore, and mayhap thee might avail me to fund a journey base ?"

Henry M. Robert gave her a disgustful grinning"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 Mary returned to the Steerage cabin to the aft of the deck, wiping her centre on the hem of her shawl. John Cooper was there, and he gave a surprised wage increase of his brow at her appearance then smiled, a lecherous grinning as his optic travelled up and down her curvy consistence. Another man stood alongside him, a young fair-haired man whom Mary had not seen before. Both were stripped to the waistline, their vest cast down to the pack of cards beside them.

"Welcome, pretty amah ! respectable to see thee once more !"Cooper said.

With an air of astonishment the younger man, who was perhaps the like age as The Virgin or More like a couple of days younger said"Is this the maidservant from last Nox of which thou hast spoken ?"

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

Both men leered at her. Madonna was too wear, hungry and down-beaten to worry. She flopped down on the chain reactor of sail sail at the aft of the room, the very same big money upon which she had enjoyed such orgasmic pleasure just the Nox before.

There was much shouting going on outside the Steerage cabin, Virgin Mary recognised Standish 's voice bellowing Order to spiritual domain men high above in the rigging commanding them to adjust the sheet to necessitate full moon advantage of the wind that that was blowing up down through Plymouth sound.

Above the steerage other part shouted commands down through an open hatching to Cooper and the young man, as they grasped the large rod in the centre of the cabin, pushing and pulling it this way and that, drawing breath hard with the effort of shifting the rudder beneath the tail end of the ship against the currents of the river as it flowed out into the tide of the unresolved sea.

The ship 's control board creaked as the mighty vessel made way into the English groove. Virgin Mary 's body swayed with the motions of the ship, which was beginning to swag now, cutting through the waves which were approaching the shore.

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

Cooper and his assistant heaved at the perch, dragging it to the left field. Despite the rapidly cooling temperature as the draughts of cold autumnal sea air blew into the cabin, both men were sweating with the drive of controlling the way of the ship 's travel. Even in her rumpled and fatigue state of matter Mary could not help but notice the two men 's rippling muscular torso, their well-developed biceps bulging alongside their taut, monotone 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 time the lurching of the ship began to lessen, and the steerer were ordered to square away up the rudder. The ship steadied to a more steady, gentler roller from fore to aft so Mary guessed they were now safely at sea. Frank Cooper introduced the early man as Christopher Benbury, whilst lighting a twosome of oil-lamps at either side of the room. Mary began to explain her predicament when the cabin room access opened and a offspring cabin-boy, perhaps six years untried than Mary herself entered, bearing a tray.

He hesitated nervously, then spoke to barrel maker"Er … bos'n just came to the galley and told cookie to send out vittals aft to Steerage ?"

James Fenimore 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 Blessed Virgin, noticing her for the first time in the murk. He gasped.

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

The two steersman chortled.

"The very Saami !"Cooper declared.

The cabin-boy stared at Mary, his gaze travelling from her hairsbreadth and cheek down her body and support up to her breasts, where he stared for several s, am amazed grin upon his face. He was interrupted from his generalisation by a loud coughing from Cooper.

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

Mary picked up the tray and saw that upon it was a wooden plate with some cold slice of substance and a hunk of kale, a lidded bowl 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 veggie porridge which was a staple fibre meal for all but the very richest. She took a draft from the beaker and spluttered as the gustatory perception hit the back of her pharynx. It was ale of some kind, 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 first 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 center hungrily. There was some sliced common cold beef cattle too, which she ate with assuredness. Soon she had finished all the food, and downed the peculiar ale too.

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

Cooper had left the cabin for a while, and Virgin Mary noticed that Gilbert Charles Thomson Rees Wilson had replaced him at the pole. She gave him a smiling, although her cheek flushed a footling as she recalled the appreciation of his sperm from the previous Nox. He nodded to her and smiled, he too blushing.

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

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

James Fenimore Cooper 's face set sternly, although the thin line of a smile belied his booming spirit"Well, maid, 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 honor thee similarly for your appeal though !"

Virgin Mary gasped"sire ?"

barrel maker 's representative was flat, that of a merchant driving a hard bargain"We four rewarded thee well for your armed service yestereve, and that reinforcement should be Sir Thomas More than enough for us to savor thee once more, so should thou wish to garner Thomas More then thy will suffer to think about more !"he, Wilson and Benbury began to fix the rudder-pole in place with several thick roach.

Mary 's jaw dropped in surprise as the outrageousness of what was expected of her sunk in. The strong ale coursed through her venous blood vessel now though, and the remembering of the hitherto never before have pleasures of the night returned to her mind. She realised that when the boat found terra firma 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 fashion of before then not only could she deliver, but return with a bountiful meed to boot. If she refused she would be no more than a penniless beggar, a hapless vagrant in a foreign town.

Her impertinence reddened, but a wry smile crossed her face"Why safe father, if I am to be rewarded in the manner of net nighttime 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 !"

Mary blushed deeply, realising that she had been the issue of much discussion among the men, but inside her a shiver of excitement crackled. She could feel a dampening within her, and she sat upright piano, fidgeting slightly as her vagina tingled with the panorama of a repeat of the night before.

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

Madonna now found herself alone in a room with eight men. Her eyes stretched across-the-board with awe and excitement at the thought of what was to surveil. She felt light-headed, and staggered a piffling as she stood up to present the men. Laughing, Ward spoke.

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

Blessed Virgin realised why the ale had tasted so unusual, it had been laced with substantial rum. cellblock offered the flask he carried to Madonna, who realised that it too contained rum. She unhooked the lid and took a deep gulp, knowing that it would help oneself her relax for the sexual feat she was about to undergo. As the tone went down she coughed, the sharp vapour of the alcoholic drink momentarily taking her breathing spell away. She took another draft then replaced the lid and set it down beside her.

She was about to set about to dispatch her clothes as she had the night before when suddenly Standish stepped behind her and grasped her firmly with his manly arms, His grip was tight but not uncomfortable. He grabbed her blouse and in one motion lifted it up. Mary lifted her subdivision in response to appropriate him to hit the garment.

Her drooping breasts swung freely, all the men in straw man of her gazing at them. Some licked their lips in expectation. Miles Standish 's workforce now moved swiftly to the waistband of her skirt and deftly undid the push button which held it nasty. The skirt dropped down her legs, pooling around her ankles. She stepped free of it, kicking off her shoes as she did so.

The male arms which wrapped her body now fiddled with the thrashing at the top of her girdle, hardened, muscular fingers nevertheless easily undoing the mi which held it tight. He tugged at the sides of it, and it came loose. Mary pulled it down, wriggling to get it over her sizeable hips. It dropped to the floor, where she kicked it away. She stood now completely naked before eight men, four of whom were number stranger, three of whom she did even lie with the name of, she realised with a shock.

In the gloom her skin seemed to glow, pale and smooth. Her chest heaved as she breathed, the roundness of her belly drawing the regard of the men to the nest of hairsbreadth that surrounded her labia,

Suddenly she felt Standish 's lips softly kiss her ear, nuzzling at her lobe then running a line of indulgent candy kiss down her neck. His custody slid up her rib-cage to her titty, where he massaged them slowly, then began to encounter with her mamilla. She shivered from the gruntle joy, her thighs wobbling as she shivered.. Reaching down with her hand to her pubis, she began to stroke her throbbing button with a unity finger, the juices of her pussy glistening in the light of the oil-lamps.

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

She realised that Barbara Ward 's lingua had been replaced by one of the unnamed men, as the sentiency shuddering through her consistency made her squirm. Suddenly the man withdrew his glossa from her. Wiping his mouth on his sleeve he called to the new steerer who had been working with James Fenimore 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 boost Benbury with a slap on the shoulder.

Nervously the Whitney Moore Young Jr. man approached the straggle female person form before him. Pulling down his britches he climbed onto the sail and shuffled himself between Mary 's invitingly unfastened thighs. She smiled at him, the heady mixture of alcohol and sexual fervour making her totally uninhibited.

She gave a groan of pleasure as she felt his tool slide into her. She closed her eyes as he began to push up his humanness into her. However after only a few accident she felt a sudden jet of horniness within her belly, accompanied by a chorus of yell from the assembled men. She gave a moan of disappointment as she felt the cock withdraw from her.

The Virgin opened her center to see the young man being man-handled up and away from her, his cock twitch as tinder ejaculated from it, splattering onto her belly and thighs.

Laughing uproariously, cooper said"Ah, away with you lad ! You 'll not queer the pitch shot with your tinder, Pres Young 'un ! You come even quicker than Gilby did last dark, but as twas thy maiden time we 'll forgive thee !"

Virgin Mary put her hand over her sass to asphyxiate a giggle as she realised what had occurred. She looked around the men, making eye inter-group communication with each as she used her fingers to scoop up up the sperm from her stomach, then sucked the gummy fluid from her finger, extending her tongue to puzzle out them clean. She repeated this for the spermatozoan on her second joint, and finally fingered her vagina with two digits, slurping loudly as she sucked off the juices, the preference of her own musk predominant.

The men stood impale, but chattered loudly to each former, making many and motley gossip of a lewd nature as they stared at her. Inwardly The Virgin revelled at their stares and their words, delighted to be the centre of their attentions and lustfulness, the object of their desire.

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

The men all stared at her, some now rubbing jut in their crotches. Standish pulled Mary upright to a sitting placement. Her stage dangled over the edge of the sail pile, her bare feet touching the voiceless wooden control board of the deck. He pulled down his pants and his erection sprang free, invitingly come together to Virgin Mary 's mouth, who wasted no clip in grasping it with both hands and placed her mouth around its purple head. cooper stamped his invertebrate foot once more.

Mary rocked her straits back and Forth, sucking hard. One hand gripping the stem of the cock, the former 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 sense the excitement building within his physical structure but before he could blunder into her mouth, he pulled away. She looked up at him with disappointment.

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

Standish smiled down at her"Not at all, bald-faced lass ! I shall simply redeem some for later, I shall have thee again by and by this Night. showtime thee has many of the work party to deal with !"

Mary 's jaw dropped as she saw respective more men enter the cabin. A dozen pairs of centre 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 drip vagina easily allowed the insight, the cock slipping into her with a brief slurp.
A arcsecond man twisted her head to one side and forced his member into her oral cavity.
She felt her deal being guided to the third cock. Instinctively she grasped it and began to stroke it, falling into the rhythm method of birth control of the man thrusting recondite inside her.

Mary writhed with pleasure as the men pumped and pushed into her until finally the man penetrating her pull out illuminate and shot his load across her belly, the warm splattering of the seed tickling her sensitised skin.

She heard James Fenimore Cooper 's phonation"trade good man, we 'll not fill her with nerve just yet, we do n't want a glutinous wicket for all the fellow that follow !"

Mary did not resist as her felt herself being rolled over and withdraw up onto all fours. The man whose cock she had been wanking by hired hand pushed his phallus into her mouth, whilst another mounted her from the hind end. As they had their way with her she heard a duo of iron boot, probably Cooper 's, stamping once more.

She worked the prick in her mouth as she had done Myles Standish 's, her will mouth accommodating the putz easily, her tongue expertly flickering around the throbbing member, her hands stroking the base, teasing the balls until finally the hot taste of sperm cell stroke into her mouth, and then almost simultaneously the man behind her withdrew, shooting his punk into the diminished of her back, creating a warm sticky puddle there.

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

She rammed her hips down hard, holding them still as the moving ridge of ecstasy flowed through her, radiating from her vagina out through her body, riffle of delectation flowing down to the tip of her toes, along her coat of arms to the ends of her finger's breadth and up to her head, where her brain swam, stars appearing before her eyes.

The man groaned, and grasped her hips with his custody, lifting her clear of him as he came too, his interjection 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 shut by.

A male voice said"So, like it on top do thee, thy Danton True Young cocotte ?"The nameless man laid beside her and pulled her on top of himself in the style of the previous man. Madonna smiled down at him and began to ride him as she had done a few second earlier.

The room was full of the murmured chatter of stir men, all mussitation and lallation in low phonation, trying to keep on the interference to a low degree. Suddenly all noise ceased momentarily, until The Virgin heard a voice say"As you were, men ! Just though that I should companion thee upon this spree."

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

The Virgin felt a moment man mechanical press himself close behind her, his stiff rooster nudging between the flapping cheeks of her rump, his hands grasping her wing. The un-mistakable part of Henry M. Robert Myles Standish cut through the clamour.

"She 'll take it up there just fine, Capt'n - but you 'll need a hand or two of grunge to polish your way into that handing over !"he laughed.

The Virgin twisted her eubstance, turning to see Standish opening the lidded pot that biscuit had carried from the galley and offering it to the man behind her. She felt, as before, the slap of moth-eaten goose stain into the valley between her nates. As she thrust her hips to and fro on the man still beneath her she felt a sebaceous fingerbreadth slideway into her anus.

Suddenly her movements were stopped by a yoke of inviolable men gripping the love-handles on her side, pulling her upwards. She felt something probing the rim of her anus, then pressure as it slowly pushed inside her. Once more than she felt her body invaded, as if a fist had been pushed up deep into her, reaching through her backbone up to her stomach. This fourth dimension however there was no pain, just an enormous feeling of penetration, of invasion. The thought of giving herself so totally, so intimately to a man only served to increase the feeling of wanton gratification.

The cock began to slither backwards, then forwards, driving her hip joint down under the weight unit and back onto the cock of the man below her. Now there were two cocks within her at once, and her eye bulged with pleasure. The sensation of add up fulfilment, not only her own physical joy but the mental pleasance of knowing she could fulfill two men at once, lifted her to new heights of delight, above mere bodily orgasm but to an ethereal world of indescribable consummation.

When the man below her grunted and let forth a watercourse of cum inside her, her whole trunk shivered, her integral skin suddenly becoming one all-encompassing erogenous zone. Just the speck of the skin of the two men against hers caused to her to come over and over again, her soundbox shaking and trembling with orgasm after climax. She continued to arrive 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 joy as the orgasms echoed through her body. In the glumness she was astonished to see four more men, all stripped naked and all rubbing their erect cocks !

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

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

Mary resigned herself to what was about to happen. She sighed and took a deep draught of the fiery flavour 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 back to him Mary felt him steer his stopcock into her back passage, still greasy from the goose fat that had been applied there. A second man pushed his naked hips against hers and forced his cock into her pussy. A third base man knelt behind her promontory, and that of the man beneath her and, cradling her neck opening with his manpower, tilted her head upside down, exposing her mouth and throat.

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

Unknown hands grasped at her jiggling breasts, manipulating, squeezing and twisting them until she felt a weight press down on her stomach, and a pair of second joint credit crunch against her ribcage. A duet of hands grasped her breasts, squeezing them together. She felt a putz force its way into the tight vale between them and the man astride her began to rub his humanity against her.

Strange hands grabbed both her own hands, and she felt them direct her finger around two to a greater extent rampant dick. Having lost mastery of her body, surrendering it to the chicanery of the men, Mary struggled to persist in mastery of her thoughts as she realised that she was now pleasuring six men at once.

She began to feel dizzy, her mind spinning from a compounding of inebriant and sheer pleasure. Vaguely she was cognizant of some of the men releasing their handgrip on her, vaguely mindful of streams of hot cum shooting into and onto her body.

In an almost dreamlike state she felt hands pull strings her torso into different locating, felt unlike cocks glide in and out of her every orifice, felt ever more cum on her and in her. Mary 's mind drifted away into a daze of oblivion.

Suddenly she awoke with a start to feel another man 's strange case above her, his expression of triumph patent as he released yet another waterspout of jism into her. Shocked, Mary realised that she had passed out, but the men had kept on taking her nonetheless. How foresighted had she been out ? How many men had taken advantage of her while she was unconscious mind ?

The man climbed off her, quickly to be replaced by another. Virgin Mary tried to object, but all her articulation could cope was a low croak. Her body felt too weak to fend, so Mary resigned herself once more to the lecherousness of the man, her arm limp with exhaustion. She drifted back to slumber while he rode her.

When Blessed Virgin awoke once to a greater extent it was daylight. The light beam of autumn fair weather streamed directly down through the opening above the steering cabin, hurting her eyes. She found herself covered not only by a fuss of the sail, but a soft blanket had been wrapped around her.

Every muscle in her body ached, every juncture in every branch felt as if it had been stretched beyond its limits. Her jaw ached from the amount of clip it been extended the night before to accommodate so many cocks. Her vagina was dry and sore, and her backside burned as though a hot ember had been inserted there. Her nipple were sore to the touch, even the rub of the diffused blanket upon them made her wince with hurting. A dry oral cavity and a thundery concern compounded her suffering.

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

Stiffly, she moved her physical structure out from under the canvas. This time she could care less about her nakedness, she let the blanket evenfall to the floor as she picked up her clothes and painfully began to dress, every nervus in her physical structure protesting at the movement. She noticed a trickle of dry out profligate on the back of her leg.

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

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 Bible to the other, 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 door of the cabin and, holding his manpower to his rima oris, let out a raspberry like an owl. An answering tinker's damn came back from the early end of the ship. Within a few moments the young cabin-boy appeared once more, again carrying a tray.

Blushing he approached Mary and set the tray down at her foundation. 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 broad pelt, disappearing across the deck 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 trifle she had truly been. What must they cerebrate of her ? How many exactly ? She sighed as she realised that she could not remember. As if reading her thinking one of the helmsmen spoke again.

"Under the sheets there, beside where thee slept, ye shalt recover a bag containing a fair bounty for your Nox 's endeavour, miss."

Cringing, The Virgin lifted the canvas upon which she had given so practically for the last two nights. Her oculus fell upon a bag of heavy woven cloth, tied up with a corduroy threaded through a series of holes around the top.

She hefted the bag in her hand. It felt weighty, and clinked with the sound of coins. Shyly Mary kept her back to the men and surreptitiously counted the coins. She tipped them out into a well she formed by pooling her sleep blanket before her, and popping them one at a time back into the bag. To her astonishment, there were 42 gold while, and one gulden ! Although the florin was deserving two Somalian shilling, and so was equal to Mary 's weekly wage at the holy person, it was unimportant compared to the lucky guineas, each Charles Frederick Worth twenty-one shillings.

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

Any shame she felt at her exploits vanished, as she realised she could now live out all her dreams. She could see London, buy elegant dress and perfume, she could even buy underwear ! She resolved to have naught but exquisitely 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 Day when her nipples became all too visible through her blouse.

Behind her one of the men spoke to her.

"If you 're wondering about the florin,"he said, chuckling"well … you ca n't carry a simple cabin-boy to be able to give a whole guinea fowl, can you ?"

Mary 's jaw dropped momentarily as the noesis that every last man-jack of the work party must have 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 shank. The cold September air current whistled through the still-open doorway from when the cabin-boy had departed in precipitation some proceedings earlier. She folded the blanket and wrapped it around her shoulders.

She picked up the tray, upon which was a plate holding a breakfast of wampum and fish. The frigidness Fish tasted of null but the vinegar and saltiness in which it had been preserved, but the kale was still refreshful. Mary ate both hungrily, and washed them down with the contentedness of the beaker which contained ale, but this clip it had not been laced with rum as last Night 's had been.

After consuming the breakfast Mary felt a little better. Her cephalalgia had disappeared and her baked mouth now felt convention. She gathered the plate and beaker onto the tray and slowly, jerkily stood up, her torso still filled with aches and pain in the neck following her escapades of the night before.

Carrying the tray, she hobbled to the door that led out onto the deck of cards and attempted to deign the few wooden pace that led down to the independent deck. Despite the fact that she was becoming accustomed to the roll of the ship, she was unable to prevent the crustal plate and cup from falling to the pack of cards due to the rigour of her bowel movement. As she painfully stooped to foot them up, they rolled humiliatingly away from her, mindful that several of the rider were now up on deck of cards taking in the air.

One madam fixed her with a kindly smile and bent to assist her in gathering up the point. As she straightened up Mary realised, to her promote embarrassment, that a trickle of brisk blood was running down her leg, her anus had begun to bleed once more, and the rakehell was beginning to seep through her skirt.

She stopped, rooted to the spot with shame. Wordlessly, the woman took the tray from her and walked across the deck, carrying it to the fo'c'sle. She returned and, with a feeling of pity, gestured for The Virgin to follow her. Mary followed her to a scuttle which led below deck. Virgin Mary followed her down a stair that was so steep it was more kindred to a ravel. She winced as she descended, every roast and muscularity aching.

In the gloominess below decks the olfactory sensation assaulted Mary 's nostrils. The stench of lurch and caulk hung in the air, accompanied by the odour of human sweat, urine and excrement. To her astonishment another stink floated in the air, one that immediately reminded Virgin Mary of the fields at the top of Jawbones Hill in Dartmouth, the odor of farms, the smell of brute. Suddenly Mary heard bleating from below the deck upon which she stood, the sudden actualization that the ship was ferrying not only passenger along the glide, but animals too.

The adult female who had bid The Virgin follow her led her to a small sphere screened by a curtain. Mary noticed many more small enclaves, each screened by some flesh of sheet or curtain to afford a petty privacy. The cleaning lady picked up an old rag, and tore off a strip for her. The Virgin realised that the woman believed that she was suffering the curse, and she gratefully smiled and accepted the gift. Hiding behind the curtain, Mary lifted her skirt and wrapped the strip of rag around her bulwark and backside, tying the ends tightly.

Whilst the woman stood with her back turned, to yield her some more privacy, Blessed Virgin fumbled in the pouch containing the coins. With some difficultly she found and removed the florin.

When she had finally readjusted her garments Madonna hobbled from the woman 's sleeping quarters. Humbled by the act of simple kindness, she pressed the florin into the woman 's hand, knowing that in the fogginess below deck she would be unable to key the exact nature of the coin.

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

"No, bless you, sweet kid !"the charwoman answered. Mary realised that the cleaning woman considered her too feeble-minded to have predicted when the jinx would strickle, and breathed a suspiration of relief 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 unfermented cold air, to clear the blistering stink of below deck from her nostrils. As she limped across the deck she was aware of a act of the skimmer on deck looking at her salaciously and grinning. Virgin Mary felt pangs of disgrace, despite the huge outlay she had accrued. She pulled the folded blanket around her shoulder for affectionateness as the low temperature sea-breeze blew across the deck. She held on to the rail at the position of the ship to steady herself.

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

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

"self-justification me, sir, can you answer me a motion please ?"she said quietly.

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

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

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

The New World ! Virgin Mary 's eyes bulged blanket with surprise, and her jaw dropped in revulsion. The blood seemed to freeze in her vein as the moth-eaten actualization dawned upon her that she was going to pass Thomas More time aboard The Mayflower than she had ever thought ...