writer 's notation : This is a story, and the source is aware that it is not 100 % historically accurate, although efforts have been made to check some level of realness. It is a body of work of fiction, however, and intended to be no more than than that.



Madonna 's Unexpected journey

"More ALE, WENCH, MORE ALE !"the man cried, slamming his abandon tankard on the wooden mesa, causing the flame from the cd in the inwardness to flicker. He and his three companions guffawed loudly and joined in a chorus of shouts for more, laughing, stamping their metrical foot on the flagstones and banging their own tankards.

With a benign grinning, Mary 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 mesa at the far slope of the room.
Although they were getting a bit bully that was goose egg unexpected - many leghorn visited the embrasure of Dartmouth, its deep-water tidal estuary and high vale English were the perfect tax shelter for all sizing of ships. These men were no elision, hardened seamen each and, typical of straw hat ashore, drinking heavily.

However, they had good humour, and tipped well. Mary was pleased to help them, as she was most matelows, as her hebdomadally wage of two Kenyan shilling was paltry. Tips from loaded customers could sometimes add several farthings to her pay.
Madonna had learned that if she wore the top of her blouse pulled low, and strapped her girdle tightly, that men loved to face down the valley 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 only item of undergarment that she possessed. It held in her rounded tummy, and pushed up her breasts, giving her closing curtain to the figure she longed for, like the daguerreotypes of rich and royal lady from London which hung in the lobby of the town hall.

How Virgin Mary wished that one day she might visit British capital, its glamour and mystique seemed a life removed from that of a inadequate orphan girl in a small Devon townsfolk. 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 years earlier.

At twenty, Mary was as old as the 100 itself. Her father, a royal stag 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 nurture in the orphanage of nonpareil Saviour 's had been austere and bleak, gruelling physical piece of work and harsh handling. Memories of being awoken early on chilly winter sunup, washing in cold water, dressing in the dark then walking across to the neighboring Christian church of Saint Saviour 's in orderliness to clean and polish the ornate ironwork threshold, or dusting the Interior and seeing to the rood blind within came back to her mind.

Blessed Virgin was slightly less inauspicious than some of the former kid as an endowment, a legacy of her father 's death in the service of the King, ensured that she received more substantial meals than otherwise, although she often gave some of her intellectual nourishment away to other children who remained hungry even after the daily supper of vegetable stock and bread.

thrashing with a joint or belted ammunition were not rare, for girls as well as male child, although Mary often escaped punishment due to her capability for grueling graft and an aptitude for shoal moral, a determination to one day escape her poverty driving her on.
She had proved an able and bore pupil in the classroom, learning her telephone number by the age of nine, and her letters by thirteen.

Mary was shaken from her revery as she reached the table, and began pouring ale from her pitchers into the tankards of the waiting bluejacket. Their speech was coarse but good-natured, bantering with the new woman.

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

"Arr, I do keep thinking of peaches for some rationality !"said another.

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

"OUCH !"exclaimed Mary, standing upright"Unhand me, sir, you cad !"she admonished, although she giggled coquettishly as she did so, well used to men pawing or groping at her.
The sailors all laughed loudly.

The men had already tipped her a cent each, a day 's wages for a Cy Young barmaid, and she well knew that plenitude of flirting would realize her more besides.

Most of the other customers had slipped quietly into the darkness of a Sabbatum Nox, the topical anaesthetic only too aware that sottish seafarer were best avoided, and although these were individual merchantmen rather than Royal Navy sailors they could still cause fuss later.

Old Joe, who ran the inn looked over from his spatial relation behind the bar and rolled his eyes. Outwardly he tried to bear on an air of disapproval of his barmaid 's flirting but he knew that it was good for patronage, and usually prevented drunken mariners from causing hurt in the bar.

Mary had worked for him for five long time now, and had been one of the best girls he had employed in his score of years running the inn known as The Carv 'd angel. As The Virgin 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 pouch of his britches, opened a wooden cabinet on the back of the bar, and removed a nursing bottle of pomace brandy. Pouring the light liquid into four Methedrine 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 mesa and set it down, but the men clamoured for her to drink it herself.

She glanced at Joe, who gave a tacit nod. It was nearing the end of the night, and if the men were prepared to pass even Sir Thomas More money on expensive heart in order to give them away then that was fine with him.

Mary lowered her expression, cocked her head to one incline and turned her eyes innocently upwards"Art thee tempting me with strong booze, sire ?"she asked, although the thin line of a smile on her fount belied her naïve words.

The men guffawed once more, clapping loudly. One said"Arr, a lassie such as thee, I daresay ye could ne'er address strong swallow, eh ?"challenging her to run through the drink.

"Oh no ?"said The Virgin, with an air of mock defiance. Picking up the glass she took a cryptic breathing place and raised the glass to her backtalk, tipping the liquid into her mouth and gulped it down in one.

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

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

Joe brought over the bottleful and refilled the glasses, giving Mary a disapproving scowl. The Virgin winked at him. He rolled his centre once more, but gave Mary a subtle answering nictitation.

"farewell the bottle, landlord."said one of the men."And pray, let this young amah sit and exact drink with us as a reinforcement for her hard labour this eve ?"He motioned for Mary to draw up a wooden place and join them. Blushing slightly, Blessed Virgin obeyed. It was a relief to sit down, having spent many hours on her feet whilst she worked, the hard wooden shoes making her infantry aching, despite the bobber insoles she had fashioned for them.

Now turning to his comrade the man said"Heads and tails for who doth pay ?"the company nodded, each fumbling in their sac and producing canvas pouches. They all opened them, revealing a selection of halcyon doubloons in each. Virgin Mary 's center opened wide at the money, glittering even in the dim lighter of the inn.

One of the men passed a coin to Mary, then they each slammed a coin down on the table, keeping it covered with their deal."Spin the coin, good lady."said one, and Mary tossed it into the air, catching it and placing it on the table. She noticed that the coins were in fact sovereign, golden greaseball Charles Frederick Worth twenty-one shillings each.

Her coin bore the image of the king, and the men removed their helping hand, revealing that three of them also had top dog. These men screamed with laugh, jeering their brother 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 calorie-free caught them adeptly. His eyes now opened wide as he saw what the coins actually were.

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

Each of the two coins were easily much to a greater extent than the time value of the drinks they had consumed, and so Joe bowed his head politely, and graciously smiled and confirmed that indeed, it was. He returned to the bar, leaving Mary sitting with the four seafarers.

They drank another round of the brandy and introduced themselves to her ; john James Fenimore Cooper and Gilbert Wilson, steerer, Richard Ward, cook and Robert Standish, bosun. They revealed that their ship, normally a cargo hauler, was currently sailing as a ferry"Carrying tribe along th'glide, porthole to port. Not th'most excitin'o'stumble as yet, but the pay is good."said Cooper.


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

As he spoke of the ship 's journey to foreign landed estate Virgin Mary found herself imagining travelling the existence. A pipe-dream for a poor girl such as her, but a fantasy nonetheless.

By now, three declamatory brandies were beginning to make Mary slightly light-headed. Her forefront 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 shameful pelt ?"

The company laughed uproariously at her naiveness. Frank Cooper spoke"Indeed there be darkie in far-off res publica, we 've seen them !"he chuckled"They wear no clothes, women as w 'll as men - and the men all ha'manhood the size of your arm hanging down !"He placed the palm tree of his left handwriting in the crook of his right on arm, and raised his in good order fist.

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

Robert Woodrow Wilson the cook chortled"You mean you hath never known a man ? I wager that is not the compositor's case !"he said.

Blessed Virgin 's cheeks flushed red. Indeed she had known man. Several men in fact. Having left the orphanage at the age of fifteen she had gained lodgings with the widow woman Babbacombe, an aged woman who lived alone in a expectant house following the death of her hubby many class earlier. Old Mrs Babbacombe had taught her the secret of avoiding being with fry. Her words echoed still in Mary 's mind"A calendar week from the beginning o'the curse is hunky-dory, but ne'er the two hebdomad hence, then the quaternary hebdomad ye be proficient again."

The Virgin had used this knowledge to keen reward in the past tense. Once, after a brief liaison with a bighearted young boatman who worked on the riverboats she had been given passage up the river for a day out in the securities industry town of Totnes, ten nautical mile upstream, past the villages of Stoke Gabriel and Dittisham. It was the only when time in her living Madonna had ever left Dartmouth College.

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

At church on a Billy Sunday Mary frequently overheard talk behind her rachis suggesting that she ought to be put in the pillory in Captain John Smith Street, and that she brought disgrace upon the town. The Virgin was unperturbed. After her hard upbringing she was prepared to do whatever she needed to in decree to get by in life-time, and anathemize what anyone else thought.

Right now, she knew that it had been twenty-two solar day from the beginning of the curse, so safety was assured. She smiled, clutching once more at Standish 's arm."Mayhap I hath known of man. Mayhap I may 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 evacuate, Robert suggested that they depart, and invited Madonna to return with them to"visit our clean vessel for a sentence"

Mary agreed, and fetched her shawl from behind the bar. Old Joe shook his header at her, but gave a final conspiratorial blink 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 edifice, its black tarred oaken radio beam breaking up the gloss over areas of paries. Mary blew out the lamp which hung outside the front door and wrapped her shawl closing curtain around her shoulders. Summer was nearing its end, and the threat of autumn was in the air. She heard the thunderbolt slide shut inside the door, so she knew she was alone with the four sailors.

She had no fears though, for although tar could be a jolting lot, they were generally salt-of-the-earth character, and she felt strangely safe clutching Robert 's arm. The brandy warmed her interior, causing her to stumble a fiddling as they made their way from Higher Street down Broad Steps to the Embankment. Her skid clattered on the wide flagstone and lav cooper seized her other arm to steady her. He maintained his grip as they descended, then they walked unsteadily past the Butterwalk along the promenade towards their ship.

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

Illuminated only by the moonshine, the five made their way towards the pier of Bayard 's Cove at the far end of the embankment. As they approached the dock-master's office at the entrance of the narrows that led to the Cove they crept quietly, not wishing to reap tending to the fact that a charwoman was being smuggled surreptitiously on plug-in a vessel.

Like the Carv 'd holy person, the dock-master 's part was a tall House of Tudor building, its whitewashed walls broken up by dark tarred beams. As they neared the narrows they realised their care was undue - in an office on the ground floor a night-watchman slumber soundly in a chair. The five of them chortled, each placing their hands on their sassing and whispering"Hushhh !"to one another.

As they came out onto Bayard 's Cove itself the ship, a four-masted vessel of a good thirty one thousand in length could be seen at the far end of the brusk wharf. In the moonlight Madonna read the gens of the vessel, engraved upon a brass below the skipper 's room in the seat of the ship.

The odor of the SALT air filled Blessed Virgin 's nostrils as she walked along the quay.

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

The Virgin did so, to no relevance though as from behind her a pair of hands covered her centre. She heard muttering then a voice said softly"This 'll cure thy hics, comely maiden"she suddenly gasped as a pair of hands grasped her bosom, and a span of lips covered her own. A glossa wriggled its way into her back talk, exploring deeply. She felt the man in movement of her press close, the operose lump of his manhood pressing against her abdomen. Behind her the man holding her eyes also pressed close, rubbing his pelvis against her fundament. He too had a hard ball, pressed against her behind.

With a sudden kickoff Virgin 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 impact was more than tempered however both by the after-effects of the brandy and the tactual sensation coursing through her physical structure as she felt two sexually excited men gyrate against her. She could find herself moistening inside, as she realised that she had nothing to lose. Mary had enjoyed sex with one man at a time, four would simply be four times the delight, and in the sunrise the men would navigate away on the lunar time period, probably never to be seen again in the town, so no-one would ever roll in the hay what she had done.

Suddenly she was released from their grip and swept up a gang-plank onto the deck of cards of the ship. From there she was hastened into a elbow room at the rear of the main deck,"Steerage"she was told. In the inwardness of the room a astray celestial pole protruded upwards from a hole in the deck, as marvellous as a man. The can of the room was dominated by a plenty of folded sheet sheets.

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

A little aflutter now, Mary turned to face up the four men. In the light she could see that their eyes were fixed upon her, travelling over ever inch of her eubstance, their lusty smiles only serving to compound her sense of anticipation.

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

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

Taking a mystifying breath, Mary turned around, slipped off her shoes, the damp Sir Henry Joseph Wood of the boards cool against her understructure. She undid the fasteners to the side of the waist band of her skirt, and let it settle to the story, exposing her bare wing and rump. She stepped out of the bird and turned back to front the four men, who had stepped forward and surrounded her.

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

"Titties !"said Baroness Jackson of Lodsworth excitedly"Let us see thine titties !"

Obediently, Mary crossed her arms and began to get out her blouse upwards. As she did so, her pendulous tit swung unloose, shore upwards by the corset below them. Before she had even lifted the blouse off her head a brace of lips clamped down onto each of her nipples, and hands grasped at the suave, goose-bumped white shape exposed. She tugged the garment free, to see that it was Baroness Jackson of Lodsworth and Cooper who suckled at her breast, their hands sliding up the inside of her thigh, stroking over her pubis, finger running through her pubic hair.

Robert reached out for her typeface with both hand, pulling it towards his own, and kissing her, his spit reaching into her mouth, probing, exploring. Behind her Wilson fondled her rear, his fingers kneading the flesh of her buttocks, his breathing space hot upon her shoulders as he pressed against her, his oral cavity kissing the scruff of her cervix, gnawing at her ear lobes.

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

A s finger joined the commencement, the dactyl curving round to stroke deep within her against the front rampart of the interior of her vagina, raising her pleasure further. Suddenly the finger withdrew. Myles Standish released her from the kiss, stepping back to watch what was happening.

Aaron Montgomery Ward released her right breast from his mouth and fell to his knees. Cooper continued to blow her left breast, his left hand hand grasping her free mamilla. The despicable feel of his finger's breadth betrayed the fact that it had been he who had fingered her so come together to an orgasm.

She gasped once Thomas More when Ward gripped her hips and pulled them firmly towards his face, burying it into her, his tongue 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 place their dick in her mouth, but had been incognizant that the reverse was even possible, never mind so gratifying. Her eubstance quivered as he lapped away at her now dripping hole.

Cooper now lifted his sassing away from her breast, his clapper describing a line up between her white meat, both his hand now manipulating her nipples. His lips planted a contrast of candy kiss up her cervix, over her chin and unto her lips, then his tongue began to explore her mouth.

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

Suddenly she felt herself be dragged backwards and away from the embraces of Mary Augusta Arnold Ward and Cooper, downwards towards the pile of sheet sails behind her. Robert Woodrow Wilson firmly pushed her down, her consistency flat out, him kneeling behind her question, above her fount. He pulled down his trousers to his human knee, his erect stopcock springing out. Mary knew what he expected of her, but world-class she spread her wooden leg wide, raised her stifle, heels on the canvass, pointed to the center of attention of her jetty and spluttered"more than, more of that my undecomposed men !"

She then tilted her forefront back and suppliantly opened her mouth. Thomas Woodrow Wilson placed a hand under the dorsum of her neck, lifting her nous up and sliding his cock into the waiting orifice. The Virgin 's compliments were granted as she felt a mouth apply itself to her genitalia, a tongue invading her intimately.

Her own tongue worked on the member in her mouth, licking at the swollen headland, before Edmund Wilson pushed down hard. Her head tilted back, Mary 's throat easily accepted the trespass, and President Wilson began to skid in and out, at first slowly then quicker. Blessed Virgin gasped for breath between stroke, her body wriggling with pleasure from the sensations throbbing through her body as an unsung lingua delighted her go through below.

That glossa withdrew, and was quickly replaced by another, whilst coarse-skinned mitt stroked and fondled her full soundbox, the roughness of their brave skin contrasting with the soft, quiet skin of the young woman, the friction serving to heighten her pleasure further.

Hands stroked up and down her thighs, over her belly and breasts. A couple of hands wriggled under her and kneaded her buns. Mary surrendered herself to the go of sexual contact.

Wilson 's cock slid easily in and out of her mouth, one moment tantalization in her mouth, its head retreating to her lips then sliding forcefully down into the top of her pharynx and back again. He paused, his pecker in her mouthpiece until his eubstance suddenly stiffened. He rammed his stopcock 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 nerve exploded back up into her mouth as she coughed, then she swallowed it down, clearing her sass of the warm fluid, but leaving the salty tang on her tongue. The other three men gave muffled cheerfulness, praising Mary and mocking Wilson.

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

She had niggling luck to reflect though as she felt a consistency raise on top of her, positioning itself between her still raised and spread legs. She looked down to see Aaron Montgomery Ward, his knickerbockers pulled to his knees, steering his hard dick towards her slit. He reached her, sliding easily into the dripping wet hole. She gasped as the dick invaded her, the hard organ filling her insides.

He began to pump her, and she responded by giving out a series of pleasured grunts with each stroke. Her noises became louder as Mary Augusta Arnold Ward banged into her, until Gary Cooper hastily scrambled onto the canvas alongside her. He tilted her side of meat to the slide and pushed his hard cock into her, causing her to feed a muffled squeal of pleasure.

"stillness, my beauty !"he said softly"This 'll keep thee tranquillize, for sure"

Mary 's mind began to spin - the sensation of having two dick in her at once, knowing she was pleasing two men at the same time was both exciting and empowering. She sucked obediently at the dick, between gasp as Ward continued to hammer away at her, his hands grasping her hips, pulling them up to meet his drive. Her capitulum jerked with the speech rhythm, causing James Fenimore Cooper to give out his own stifled moan of pleasure.

Her body began to quiver and her creative thinker began to whirl as the tingle rose within her. She could feel her heart pounding in her dresser then gave a sigh as orgasm overtook her. She could palpate a flush of extra moistness within her vagina, even as the cock continued to plough into her. Her arms and pegleg trembled and her pelt prickled with the joy of it all.

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

Not for long however, as she felt strong hired man roll her unprotesting body over onto her straw man, then lift her onto all quaternion, her knee joint and elbows taking her weight.

Now, it was Ward 's cock which slid into her invitingly unfold mouth, while Cooper took her from behind, his hammer pushing its way into her vagina, burying itself deep within her. Her entire organic structure tingled with the wizard of the orgasm still thrilling her.

With the dick in her mouth, Madonna savoured the musky gustation of her own succus, mixing with the shape of Ward and the last end of the flavour of E. O. Wilson 's spunk. Mary Augusta Arnold Ward placed his hand upon her head word and began to fuck her mouth. Her body rocked backwards and forwards, her knocker swinging to and fro with the rhythm method of Cooper 's thrusts from the keister. As the men synchronised their jab The Virgin felt her pleasure arise once more.

To her amazement another climax ripped through her organic structure, causing her to tremble and shingle. Her head exploded with delight. Mary had never experienced More than one orgasm at a time - she had not been mindful that it was even potential ! Her hips wriggled, grinding against Gary Cooper, who gave an agonised grunt, then Virgin Mary felt a stream of hot cum shoot deep inside her, its warmness physical evidence of the delight she was giving to the men, delighting her even more.

When Cooper withdrew from her, she focussed her attention now solely on the cock filling her mouth. Mary had learned from experience how to please a man with her mouth, and she subjected Montgomery Ward to the full-of-the-moon range of her talents, reaching up with her right mitt and grasping the root of the shaft, wringing her bridge player gently around it as she pulled her head away, then wrapped her clapper expertly around the head, using the tip of her glossa to stimulate that most sensitive area just below the stand of the head, where the foreskin joins the shaft.

Ward gave out a guttural moan, then cum ejaculated powerfully from the tip, the foremost shot splattering against her nerve. Duteously opening her backtalk wide, the following shot discharged directly into her mouth. She hastily placed her lips around the tip of the cock, sucking furiously as the rest of his onus fired into her mouth in hot jolt, gulping it down.

When she was certain the ejaculations had ended, Mary released the member from her mouth. Cum from the low gear stab of hospital ward 's orgasm was plastered around her mouth, and stuck to his pubic hair.

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

Now, glancing over her shoulder joint she saw Henry Martyn Robert climb onto the mass of cruise behind her, pulling his breech down to let out his plastered rooster. She smiled, eager to please but the smiling vanished from her lips as she felt the man steer his hard cock into the crack between her buttocks, rubbing it up and down, probing towards her anus.

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

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

Mary struggled against him, but his strong hands grasped her pelvis strongly. She felt a distich of hand grip her mortise joint, dragging her ramification further apart. A indorsement pair of hands suddenly held her arms, pinning her in piazza. She heard Robert 's voice once more.

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

"Aye, aye boatswain !"responded cellblock, departing the room into the duskiness beyond.

Mary 's heart pounded in her breast as the cock continued to rub between her buttocks, droplets of liquidness dribbled from it, beginning to lubricate its enactment. Suddenly Barbara Ward returned.

"Try this Rob !"he puffed, passing a wooden bowl to the bosun. Ward then grasped Mary 's jaw, tilting her head back, and squeezing her mouth overt. He tipped the subject of a pocket-sized wooden jug into her mouth and held on, forcing her to swallow.

The bitter-sweet bunco game of the liquid burned down her throat and into her gut. Madonna recognised the mouthful of Rum immediately, the harsh liquor almost instantly making her feel lightheaded. individual forced a short length of rope crossroad into her mouth.

Her headway began to feel light, as she swivelled it around to see Henry M. Robert larding his hard-on with a Charles Grey slimy substance. Ward dipped his deal into the roll and, scooping up some of the fat with his fingers began to slap it around, and then into, her sloshed hole. The Virgin 's question drooped forward, hanging listlessly.

Suddenly she felt a thrust as the cock invaded her buttocks. Her head word shot up, her middle bulging. The sentience of the blanket girth of the cock burrowing into her felt as though a clenched fist had been stuck up into her belly, a sudden dull hurting. She gasped, biting down on the piece of rope.

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

Mary realised that the pain was less than the first clock time she had been with a man, lupus erythematosus than the curse even. The cock slid back, then slowly in again. It began to palpate at showtime bearable, then well-situated, and finally pleasurable.

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

A deal slipped under her and a finger began to stroke her clit. Her trepidation turned to drunken joy as her pleasure arose. Another twosome of hands massaged her breast. As Robert increased his upper, both of his thrusts and the finger now sliding easily through her wet puss she felt another sexual climax rise up inside her, her body quivering with the sensations. She groaned as she came, the waves of pleasure rippling through her torso as she felt the man shoot his hot consignment into her.

He withdrew, releasing her from his clasp, and she collapsed forward, panting, spent, exhausted and drunk. In a daze she felt the men thank her, and bid her goodnight. A pair of lips kissed hers, followed by her mitt being lifted and kissed upon its back. A farther kiss landed on her forehead.

Too exhausted even to move, The Virgin curled into the foetal position. Her center closed. As she drifted into a happy sleep she was aware of somebody dragging a canvas sheet over her, covering her nearly naked body.

When Mary woke her question pounded. Her mouth was dry and her tummy queasy. Her rear end ached. Her optic hurt as shafts of light source drilled into them, She closed them briefly then squinted. She was vaguely cognisant of two men standing with their cover to her, both of them grasping the large wooden pole in the centre of the room, one pushing agin it, the other pull from the other side.

As the events of the previous night flooded back to her she felt a flush of ignominy. Realising that she wore only her girdle, she tried to arrive at her dress, still scattered on the deck nearby. Unable to hand 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 naked resplendence. Virgin Mary recognised Cooper and Wilson as they smiled leeringly.

"trade good morning time my beauty !"said one, laughing.

Her grimace flushed with embarrassment, she grabbed the wearing apparel and hastily slid back under the canvas, fumbling the garments into place. When she re-emerged she straightened her clothing and slipped her feet into her wooden shoes with some difficultly, as she was swaying, hardly able to stick out straight.

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

They were at sea ! Madonna gasped in care and wonder then ran to the doorway, looking out to see green coastline to her right, and nothing but sea to her left.

Panic began to take her judgment. What was going to befall to her ? How was she going to get plate ?

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

"sire !"she squeaked, the panic now rising in her nous"What 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 necessitate of eternal rest so we left thee there. We will find res publica later this day, and thee can return in a stagecoach."

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

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

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

feeling of pity mingle with elation as she realised that this was the richest she had ever been, or was ever in all probability to be.

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

Mary '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 drink of urine for her parched mouth.

When she reached the galley, Mary Augusta Arnold Ward grinned at her, a knowing smile combining with a lecherous sneer. Blushing, Mary asked for some water, which she drank. Not knowing what to do next she went out on pack of cards, breathing in the exculpate sea air. Some of the rider were up on deck now, taking in the melodic line themselves. Mary felt a sudden hurry of embarrassment - what if any of them and been awoken the night before, and cried shame upon her ? Hastily she returned to the steering, sitting herself down on the pile of canvas canvas upon which so a lot had taken plaza the night before.

barrel maker and Angus Frank Johnstone Wilson smiled at her. Blushing she thanked them for their gratuity. They chortled. cooper said"Ye can give thanks the bos'n for that my lovely,'twas his estimation. A passably centime for a pretty lass, mind - and well earned too !"both men laughed.

Mary 's eyes looked down at the pack of cards In her intellect a battle raged. It was a horrendous thing she had done, but still, the money would buy her many luxury. 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 backer 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 Sir Angus Wilson pushed and pulled the pole according to yell from above, turning the rudder attached to the pole below.

Eventually there were shouts out on the pack of cards. Mary went out to see a bustling seaport, with many ships already moored. Walking over to the bosun she asked him where they were.

"Plymouth !"he replied."The shoreward wind hath swept us up through Plymouth audio and we shalt soon wharfage. Thee can go ashore directly, and find transition home. Fare thee well, odoriferous maiden !"He blew her a kiss.

Mary 's heart jumped in her breast. Plymouth ! She had heard so very much about it, a great nautical larboard for both His Majesty 's USN and many merchantmen too. A huge city, with a population of nearly twenty thousand mortal, 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 able-bodied to go ashore up a gang-plank. Following her were various of the passengers. Standing at the track Robert called out to them, his overlooking voice booming out amid the hub-bub and interference of the busybodied quay"Aware ! We are here but to ask on unfermented water. We sail again on the next falling lunar time period, thee hath but an 60 minutes to pass !"

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

By now her hangover had passed, and she felt suddenly hungry - it had been almost a day since she had eaten, a dejeuner of bread and cheese 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 hustle of the meddlesome city. Men shouted roughly, horse-drawn carts clip-clopped along, street dealer yelled their sales patter, women hastened to and fro. A woman stood on a street recession openly offering her wiles to passers-by.

The Virgin 's jaw dropped with amazement at the brazenness of it all, but her cushion was suddenly tempered by the cold actualisation that what she had done the late night made her no better. She touched the coins under her skirt once more and held her oral sex up, no longer ashamed of herself.

As she passed the woman she flashed her an approving smile. The fair sex gaped back, unused to approval from former women, More used to looks of disdain.

Mary strolled through the streets, taking in the amazing sights and speech sound of the city, a humankind away from her humble home-town.

Mary 's nostrils caught the wholesome scent of food drifting through the air, and she espied a vendor with a handcart laden with parcels of wind textile. The parcels gave off a faint steam, and the olfactory modality of baked meat and vegetables drifted forth. A mansion proclaimed the parcel to check"Kernow Pastyes of the all right kinde domicile baked ”.

Madonna was familiar with the Cornish fowl delicacy of the pasty, although the dish had originated with the tin mineworker of Cornwall, the county whose border was the other side of the river from Plymouth itself, rendering of them were common upon the mesa of working common people across the hale region.

Her mouth salivated at the sentiment of a dead on target Cornish Pasty - she knew that the hand-held delight would comprise of squawk meld with onions, radical veg and garlic, wrapped in pastry and baked in an oven.

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

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

The man 's optic opened wide at the mickle of the gilded spell."What is THAT ?"he snarled"Some fake or forgery ?"

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

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

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

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

Mary turned and sped away, tears forming in her optic. A tap on the berm brought her to a arrest. A Whitney Moore Young Jr. man stood there, a grin upon his face.

"Pray, noblewoman, G seemst to be lost in this Town, mayhap I can help thee ?"he said, in a friendly voice.

Mary sniffed, choking back the binge"Please, bazaar sir. I am adrift here, and I wish to get aboard a double-decker back to the South jambon this very day, in social club to retort to my home in Dartmouth."

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

Mary continued"Dost thee know of a standstill for mail-coaches perchance, one of which might have a tail aboard to carry me there ?"

"Indeed I do, near dame !"he replied"Follow me, for I shall guide thee to the stall whence coaches depart."

A thankful Mary followed the younger man, glad to find a helpful Samaritan in this teeming urban center. They ducked and weaved through a in use street, then turned into a quieter side street. The man hastened into an alleyway.

Mary paused, unsure of her surroundings.

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

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

Her head spinning from the reversal she fell to the ground. The man fumbled at her doll 's cincture then snatched the purse from her, running off down the alley and disappearing around a corner.

Stunned by the sudden rape, Mary eventually picked herself up from the flat coat. Now she was alone and penniless in this enormous city. What would become of her she wondered. She felt totally isolated, without a ally to her figure. weeping rolled down her cheeks.

She wondered what she could do. Suddenly she thought of the just familiar affair she knew of in this vast place, the only if people she knew in this slew of souls.

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

Where was the harbour ? She puzzled, trying to retrace her footfall. Finding her way back onto the main street she stopped a passerby"Please sir, which way is the docks ?"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 substructure be wet !"

Blushing, The Virgin fled towards the harbour. Hurrying through the crew she remembered Robert 's voice"Aware ! We sail again on the next falling tide, thee hath but an 60 minutes to give back !"

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

The falling dimpse made the many boat moored there look almost identical 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 disembarrass 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 stevedore on the harbourside paused momentarily, long enough for Mary to scamper up the wooden plank onto the deck.

Robert Myles Standish 's face was a concoction of puzzlement and smiles. The Virgin took one look at him and burst into tears, throwing herself at him and clinging to his chest.

"Oh good sir, delight help me."she sobbed, her bottom lip trembling"I have been robbed ! Please film me to your next interface of call, from whence I might go ashore, and mayhap thee might help me to fund a journeying abode ?"

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

Obediently The Virgin returned to the steerage cabin to the aft of the deck, wiping her eye 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 oculus travelled up and down her sonsie physical structure. Another man stood alongside him, a young white-haired man whom Mary had not seen before. Both were stripped to the waist, their singlets cast down to the deck beside them.

"Welcome, pretty maid ! Good to see thee once Sir Thomas 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 yr youthful said"Is this the housemaid from lowest night of which one thousand hast spoken ?"

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

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

There was a lot shouting going on outside the Steerage cabin, Mary recognised Miles Standish 's voice bellowing orders to unobserved men eminent above in the rigging commanding them to adjust the sails to take full vantage of the wind that that was blowing up down through Plymouth sound.

Above the Steerage former vocalism shouted instruction down through an subject hatch to Cooper and the Pres Young man, as they grasped the gravid magnetic pole in the substance of the cabin, pushing and pulling it this way and that, drawing breath hard with the cause of shifting the rudder beneath the seat of the ship against the current of the river as it flowed out into the tides of the open sea.

The ship 's boards creaked as the mighty vessel made way into the English communication channel. The Virgin 's organic structure swayed with the motility of the ship, which was beginning to lurch now, cutting through the waves which were approaching the shore.

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

Cooper and his assistant heaved at the pole, dragging it to the leftfield. Despite the rapidly cool off temperature as the draft of cold autumnal sea air blew into the cabin, both men were sweating with the effort of controlling the direction of the ship 's travel. Even in her frowzled and weary State Mary could not serve but mark the two men 's rippling muscular body, their well-developed biceps bulging alongside their taut, flat stomachs. She felt a familiar tingle within her, cryptical below her belly as she admired their human body and remembered her sexual risky venture of the previous eve.

After quite some clock time the lurching of the ship began to lessen, and the helmsmen were ordered to roll out up the rudder. The ship steadied to a more regular, gentler roll from fore to aft so Madonna guessed they were now safely at sea. barrel maker introduced the other man as Christopher Benbury, whilst lighting a dyad of oil-lamps at either English of the room. Mary began to explain her plight when the cabin threshold opened and a youth cabin-boy, perhaps six years youthful than Blessed Virgin herself entered, bearing a tray.

He hesitated nervously, then spoke to Cooper"Er … Bosun just came to the galley and told cookie to get off vittals aft to Steerage ?"

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

The cabin-boy looked towards Mary, noticing her for the beginning clip in the murk. He gasped.

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

The two helmsman chortled.

"The very same !"Cooper declared.

The cabin-boy stared at Mary, his gaze travelling from her pilus and face down her organic structure and back up to her breasts, where he stared for several second base, am amazed grin upon his grimace. He was interrupted from his abstractedness by a meretricious 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 embarrassed woman still sitting to the rump of the cabin. He disappeared.

The Virgin picked up the tray and saw that upon it was a wooden plate with some inhuman cold shoulder of meat and a lump of scratch, a lidded bowl with a spoon alongside and a gravid wide-bottomed wooden beaker. She lifted the lid of the bowl and saw that it contained pottage, that nourishing veg porridge which was a staple meal for all but the very richest. She took a gulp from the beaker and spluttered as the taste hit the spinal column of her throat. It was ale of some sorting, but with a sting to it. Thirsty, she cared not and took another gulp, then spooned some of the potage into her back talk. Although it was but lukewarm it was the first proper food for thought she had eaten for over a day.

Mary picked up a leg of fowl from the plate and bit deeply into it, tearing off its meat hungrily. There was some sliced dusty beef too, which she ate with aplomb. Soon she had finished all the solid food, and downed the peculiar ale too.

She set the tray to one side and laid back on the canvass, her breadbasket aching slightly with stomach upset and her read/write head spinning from the ale.

cooper had left the cabin for a while, and Madonna noticed that Cass Gilbert Wilson had replaced him at the terminal. She gave him a grinning, although her cheeks flushed a little as she recalled the taste of his sperm from the former night. He nodded to her and smiled, he too blushing.

Suddenly Cooper returned and spoke"So, sightly young girl, things did not go well ashore, eh ?"

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

Cooper 's face set sternly, although the thin line of a grin belied his stentorian spirit"Well, maid, there are four of us aboard this vessel who hath already paid generously for your attentions, and we shall not pay again. Mayhap that there are many to a greater extent among the work party who would reward thee similarly for your charms though !"

Mary gasped"father ?"

Cooper 's part was savourless, that of a merchant driving a heavy bargain"We four rewarded thee well for your services yestereve, and that advantage should be more than enough for us to enjoy thee once more, so should thou wish to earn More then thy will have to flirt with more !"he, Wilson and Benbury began to fix the rudder-pole in home with several thick ropes.

Mary 's jaw dropped in surprise as the enormity of what was expected of her sunk in. The unattackable ale coursed through her vena now though, and the memories of the hitherto never before live delight of the Night returned to her head. She realised that when the boat found land tomorrow she would need money to return to her home, and there was only one way she could garner it. If she was rewarded in the manner of before then not only could she regress, but return with a handsome meed to boot. If she refused she would be no more than a penniless mendicant, a hapless drifter in a unusual town.

Her impudence reddened, but a wry smile crossed her fount"Why good father, if I am to be rewarded in the fashion of last nighttime I might well make myself to such men as would want me."

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

Mary blushed deeply, realising that she had been the topic of much discourse among the men, but inside her a frisson of turmoil crackled. She could experience 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 threshold swung open. Robert Standish entered, followed by three Sir Thomas More strange men, who were ushered in by Richard Mrs. Humphrey 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 with veneration and fervor at the thought of what was to succeed. She felt light, and staggered a footling as she stood up to face the men. Laughing, Ward spoke.

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

Mary realised why the ale had tasted so strange, it had been laced with unassailable rum. Mary Augusta Arnold Ward offered the flask he carried to Blessed Virgin, who realised that it too contained rum. She unhooked the lid and took a bass swig, knowing that it would assist her relax for the sexual exploits she was about to undergo. As the intent went down she coughed, the penetrative vapor of the alcohol momentarily taking her breath away. She took another swig then replaced the lid and set it down beside her.

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

Her weeping boob swung freely, all the men in front of her gazing at them. Some licked their sassing in expectation. Standish 's hands now moved swiftly to the sash of her bird and deftly undid the buttons which held it tight. The skirt dropped down her ramification, pooling around her ankles. She stepped free of it, kicking off her place as she did so.

The male blazon which wrapped her consistency now fiddled with the lacing at the top of her stays, hardened, mesomorphic fingers nevertheless easily undoing the knot which held it tight. He tugged at the position of it, and it came loose. Madonna pulled it down, wriggling to get it over her ample rose hip. It dropped to the flooring, 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 recognise the names of, she realised with a shock.

In the gloom her skin seemed to glow, pale and smooth. Her bosom heaved as she breathed, the roundness of her belly drawing the gaze of the men to the draw close of hair that surrounded her labia,

Suddenly she felt Myles Standish 's lip softly kiss her ear, nuzzling at her lobe then running a line of piano osculation down her neck opening. His hands slid up her rib-cage to her knocker, where he massaged them slowly, then began to play with her nipples. She shivered from the aristocratical 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 bingle digit, the succus of her kitty glistening in the light of the oil-lamps.

That was all the signalise the remaining men needed, and they fell upon her, hands grabbing at her organic structure, some softly some more approximative. As on the nighttime before, it was hospital ward who knelt and began to pleasure her with his tongue, lapping at her clit and sliding a finger's breadth deeply into her. Mary 's consistence gyrated involuntarily with pleasure. She felt herself gently but firmly steered back onto the canvass where, as before she opened her ramification all-inclusive to facilitate access to her intimate parts.

She realised that Ward 's clapper had been replaced by one of the unnamed men, as the superstar shuddering through her body made her squirm. Suddenly the man withdrew his natural language from her. Wiping his mouth on his arm he called to the young helmsman who had been working with Cooper earlier.

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

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

Nervously the Lester Willis Young man approached the straggle female word form before him. Pulling down his britches he climbed onto the canvas tent and shuffled himself between Mary 's invitingly opened second joint. She smiled at him, the heady mixture of alcoholic drink and sexual fervor making her totally uninhibited.

She gave a moan of pleasure as she felt his stopcock slide into her. She closed her eyes as he began to thrust his manhood into her. However after only a few apoplexy she felt a sudden jet of heat within her belly, accompanied by a chorus of outcry from the assembled men. She gave a groan of disappointment as she felt the cock withdraw from her.

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

Laughing uproariously, Cooper said"Ah, away with you lad ! You 'll not scotch the pitch with your tinder, young 'un ! You come even quicker than Gilby did shoemaker's last dark, but as twas thy first metre we 'll forgive thee !"

The Virgin put her hand over her backtalk to stifle a giggle as she realised what had occurred. She looked around the men, making eye contact with each as she used her finger's breadth to scoop up the sperm cell from her tum, then sucked the mucilaginous fluid from her finger's breadth, extending her lingua to lap up them clean. She repeated this for the sperm cell on her second joint, and finally fingered her vagina with two finger's breadth, slurping loudly as she sucked off the juices, the perceptiveness of her own musk predominant.

The men stood transfixed, but chattered loudly to each other, making many and wide-ranging comments of a lewd nature as they stared at her. Inwardly Mary revelled at their stares and their words, delighted to be the nub of their tending and lust, the aim of their desire.

In his commanding manner, Henry M. Robert Standish reminded them to keep the noise down lest they cause offence or alert among the passenger

The men all stared at her, some now rubbing extrusion in their crotches. Standish pulled Madonna upright to a sitting position. Her legs dangled over the sharpness of the canvas pile, her denudate feet touching the grueling wooden board of the deck. He pulled down his pants and his erection sprang unfreeze, invitingly close to Mary 's backtalk, who wasted no time in grasping it with both manpower and placed her lips around its purple mind. James Fenimore Cooper stamped his feet once more.

Virgin Mary rocked her head back and Forth River, sucking hard. One hand gripping the root of the pecker, the other gently tickling and teasing his balls, a fingertip reaching almost to his anus then stroking delicately forward, he gave audible moan of delight.

Virgin Mary could smell out the inflammation edifice within his consistence but before he could ejaculate into her lip, 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, bodacious jeune fille ! I shall simply pull through some for later, I shall hold thee again by and by this Nox. get-go thee has many of the crowd to allot with !"

Mary 's jaw dropped as she saw several more men enter the cabin. A dozen pairs of oculus regarded her now, as three of the men who were already there leaped onto the sail and dragged her backwards. One climbed immediately on top of her and entered her roughly, but her dripping vagina easily allowed the incursion, the cock slipping into her with a brief slurp.
A endorsement man twisted her head to one side and forced his member into her mouth.
She felt her hand being guided to the third cock. Instinctively she grasped it and began to stroke it, falling into the rhythm of the man thrusting abstruse inside her.

The Virgin writhed with pleasure as the men pumped and pushed into her until finally the man penetrating her draw in clear and shot his load across her belly, the fond sputtering of the semen tickling her sensitised skin.

She heard James Fenimore Cooper 's phonation"goodness man, we 'll not replete her with spunk just yet, we do n't desire a sticky wicket for all the young man that follow !"

Blessed Virgin did not resist as her felt herself being rolled over and pull out up onto all quaternity. The man whose cock she had been wanking by deal pushed his member into her sassing, whilst another mounted her from the buns. As they had their way with her she heard a pair of kick, probably barrel maker 's, stamping once more.

She worked the turncock in her sassing as she had done Standish 's, her uncoerced mouthpiece accommodating the cock easily, her tongue expertly flickering around the throbbing member, her hands stroking the foot, teasing the formal until finally the hot gustation of sperm cell shot into her sassing, and then almost simultaneously the man behind her withdrew, shooting his nerve into the small of her back, creating a warm sticky pool there.

She was aware of a au naturel 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 way before, but began to ride him instinctively, thrusting her pelvis forward and back, up and down. She was surprised to get that the cock seemed to go deeper than ever within her, the tip battering against the figurehead wall of her vagina, causing touch of joy and delight hitherto unknown and the pleasure boiled up, causing a high-pitched squeal of delight to scarper her sass as an orgasm fluttered through her body.

She rammed her hips down hard, holding them still as the waves of ecstasy flowed through her, radiating from her vagina out through her body, riffle of delight flowing down to the tips of her toes, along her subdivision to the ends of her fingers and up to her head, where her mind swam, stars appearing before her eyes.

The man groaned, and grasped her articulatio coxae with his hired hand, lifting her brighten of him as he came too, his ejaculation shooting out onto his own stomach.

Mary wriggled discharge of his clench and, panting, took another draft of rum from the flask on the trading floor close by.

A manful voice said"So, like it on top do thee, thy Pres Young cocotte ?"The unnamed man laid beside her and pulled her on top of himself in the manner of the previous man. The Virgin smiled down at him and began to hinge on him as she had done a few proceedings earlier.

The room was full of the murmured chatter of excited men, all muttering and babbling in low voice, trying to proceed the interference to a low storey. Suddenly all noise ceased momentarily, until The Virgin heard a representative say"As you were, men ! Just though that I should play along thee upon this spree."

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

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

"She 'll hire it up there just fine, Capt'n - but you 'll postulate a deal or two of grunge to smooth your way into that passage !"he laughed.

Mary twisted her organic structure, turning to see Myles Standish opening the lidded pot that cookie had carried from the galley and offering it to the man behind her. She felt, as before, the slap of cold goose grease into the valley between her buttocks. As she thrust her hips to and fro on the man still beneath her she felt a sebaceous digit glide into her anus.

Suddenly her motility were stopped by a pair of impregnable men gripping the love-handles on her sides, pulling her upwards. She felt something probing the rim of her anus, then pressure as it slowly pushed inside her. Once more she felt her body obtrude upon, as if a fist had been pushed up thick into her, reaching through her guts up to her stomach. This time however there was no pain, just an tremendous impression of penetration, of invasion. The opinion 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 weight unit and back onto the cock of the man below her. Now there were two cocks within her at once, and her eyes bulged with delight. The ace of total fulfilment, not only her own physical pleasance but the mental pleasance of knowing she could satisfy two men at once, lifted her to new meridian of joy, above mere bodily orgasm but to an aeriform earthly concern of indescribable consummation.

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

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

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

"Nay, thee can lie 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 mystifying swig of the fiery sprightliness before beginning to lie back. However, before she could do so, a man slipped alongside her and pulled her organic structure on top of his.

With her back to him Mary felt him manoeuver his pecker into her back passage, still greasy from the bozo fat that had been applied there. A bit man pushed his naked hips against hers and forced his dick into her pussy. A third man knelt behind her top dog, and that of the man beneath her and, cradling her neck with his handwriting, tilted her read/write head upside down, exposing her lip and throat.

The Virgin opened her mouth and the peter pushed its way in. Her mind spun as she realised that she was now accommodating three cocks at once ! Her consistency heaved this way and that, beyond her dominance 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 exercising weight crush down on her stomach, and a pair of thighs squeeze against her ribcage. A pair of manpower grasped her white meat, squeezing them together. She felt a cock military unit its way into the tight vale between them and the man astride her began to rub his manhood against her.

Strange hands grabbed both her own hired man, and she felt them guide her fingerbreadth around two Sir Thomas More rampant cocks. Having lost controller of her soundbox, surrendering it to the wiles of the men, The Virgin struggled to remain in control of her mentation as she realised that she was now pleasuring six men at once.

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

In an almost dreamlike province she felt hands keep in line her dead body into different view, felt different cocks microscope slide in and out of her every opening, 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 find another man 's strange face above her, his expression of triumph evident as he released yet another torrent of jism into her. Shocked, Mary realised that she had passed out, but the men had kept on taking her nonetheless. How farsighted had she been out ? How many men had taken advantage of her while she was unconscious ?

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

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

Every muscular tissue in her body ached, every joint in every tree branch felt as if it had been stretched beyond its limits. Her jaw ached from the sum of metre it been extended the Nox before to accommodate so many tool. Her vagina was dry and sore, and her backside burned as though a hot coal had been inserted there. Her nipples were sore to the speck, even the rub of the indulgent blanket upon them made her wince with pain. A dry rima oris and a thunderous headache compounded her suffering.

As her eye accustomed themselves to the shafts of the high noon sun Blessed Virgin 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 recognise the other. Had he been one of the men ? The Virgin thought not, but could n't be sure.

Stiffly, she moved her soundbox out from under the canvas. This fourth dimension she could worry less about her nakedness, she let the blanket fall to the floor as she picked up her clothes and painfully began to dress, every nerve in her consistence protesting at the movement. She noticed a trickle of desiccated line on the cover of her leg.

One of the two men at the pole, the one Blessed Virgin was n't surely she recognised or not, saw her and brightly said"Good sunrise 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 word of honor to the other, inaudible to The 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 hands to his mouth, let out a hoot like an owl. An respondent razzing came back from the early end of the ship. Within a few import the young cabin-boy appeared once More, again carrying a tray.

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

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

The two helmsmen chuckled.

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

"Under the sheets there, beside where thee slept, ye shalt witness a bag containing a comely bounty for your night 's endeavours, miss."

Cringing, Madonna lifted the canvas upon which she had given so a good deal for the last two nights. Her optic fell upon a bag of heavy woven cloth, tied up with a cord threaded through a series of holes around the top.

She hefted the bag in her hand. It felt gruelling, and clinked with the sound of coins. Shyly Blessed Virgin kept her backrest to the men and surreptitiously counted the coins. She tipped them out into a well she formed by pooling her slumber blanket before her, and popping them one at a time back into the bag. To her amazement, there were 42 gold pieces, and one florin ! Although the florin was worth two shillings, and so was match to Mary 's hebdomadally wage at the Angel, it was unimportant compared to the golden guineas, each worth twenty-one shillings.

Mary tried to comprehend how often money the sum was. She totted up the pound sign in her head, and realised that it would take her almost ten years to earn that amount. She was racy !

Any shame she felt at her exploits vanished, as she realised she could now be out all her dreams. She could gossip London, buy elegant clothes and perfumes, she could even buy underwear ! She resolved to have nothing but fine silk undergarments and stockings, and she would purchase a girdle that not only pushed up her bust but covered it too, saving her embarrassment on common cold days when her pap became all too seeable through her blouse.

Behind her one of the men spoke to her.

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

Madonna 's jaw dropped momentarily as the knowledge that every survive man-jack of the crew must have visited her during the night, officers, men and son alike, sank in. Unrepentant, she thought of the coins. Fashioning a pouch from her shawl she placed the money-bag in it and strapped it to her shank. The cold September wind whistled through the still-open doorway 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 plate holding a breakfast of dinero and fish. The stale fish tasted of zero but the vinegar and salt in which it had been preserved, but the lolly was still fresh. Mary ate both hungrily, and washed them down with the content of the beaker which contained ale, but this time it had not been laced with rum as last nighttime 's had been.

After consuming the breakfast Mary felt a little better. Her headache had disappeared and her parched lip now felt rule. She gathered the plate and beaker onto the tray and slowly, jerkily stood up, her body still filled with ache and strain following her escapades of the night before.

Carrying the tray, she hobbled to the door that led out onto the deck and attempted to come the few wooden stride that led down to the main deck. Despite the fact that she was becoming accustomed to the curlicue of the ship, she was ineffectual to prevent the plate and cup from falling to the deck due to the stiffness of her movements. As she painfully stooped to pick them up, they rolled humiliatingly away from her, cognisant that respective of the passengers were now up on pack of cards pickings in the air.

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

She stopped, rooted to the touch with shame. Wordlessly, the woman took the tray from her and walked across the deck of cards, carrying it to the fo'c'sle. She returned and, with a flavour of pity, gestured for Mary to follow her. Virgin Mary followed her to a hatchway which led below deck. Blessed Virgin followed her down a stair that was so steep it was more akin to a ladder. She winced as she descended, every join and muscularity aching.

In the gloom below decks the smell assaulted Mary 's anterior naris. The reek of pitch and caulk hung in the air, accompanied by the olfactory sensation of man effort, urine and excrement. To her amazement another stink floated in the air, one that immediately reminded Mary of the fields at the top of jawbone hill in Dartmouth College, the olfactory perception of farms, the smell of animals. Suddenly Mary heard bleating from below the deck upon which she stood, the sudden fruition that the ship was ferrying not only rider along the glide, but animals too.

The cleaning woman who had bid Virgin Mary follow her led her to a small area screened by a curtain. Mary noticed many more minor enclaves, each screened by some form of sheet or curtain to give a little privacy. The womanhood picked up an old rag, and tore off a strip show for her. Madonna realised that the woman believed that she was suffering the hex, and she gratefully smiled and accepted the giving. Hiding behind the curtain, Mary lifted her skirt and wrapped the strip of rag around her groin and backside, tying the ends tightly.

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

When she had finally readjusted her garments Mary hobbled from the adult female 's sleeping quarters. Humbled by the act of simple kindness, she pressed the florin into the womanhood 's hired man, knowing that in the murk below deck of cards she would be unable to discover the exact nature of the coin.

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

"No, bless you, sweet child !"the woman answered. Mary realised that the cleaning woman considered her too feeble-minded to get predicted when the swearword would run into, and breathed a sigh of relief that obviously the passengers at to the lowest degree were incognizant of her deed of conveyance of the past two nights.

Painfully she climbed back onto the deck. She breathed in lungfuls of the impudent cold air, to clear the vitriolic mephitis of below decks from her anterior naris. As she limped across the deck she was aware of a number of the sailors on deck looking at her salaciously and grinning. Blessed Virgin felt sting of shame, despite the huge disbursement she had accrued. She pulled the close mantle around her shoulder joint for warmness as the low temperature sea-breeze blew across the deck. She held on to the runway at the English of the ship to steady herself.

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

Too embarrassed to draw near any of the gang she sidled over to one of the rider, a smartly-dressed man a few years sure-enough than herself.

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

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

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

The man laughed, but not unkindly. He gave Mary a pitying smile as he replied"Why, dear nestling, it will be many twenty-four hours and dark afore we make landfall in the New World !"

The New worldly concern ! Mary 's oculus bulged wide-cut with surprise, and her jaw dropped in repugnance. The blood seemed to freeze in her vena as the cold fruition dawned upon her that she was going to expend Sir Thomas More time aboard The Mayflower than she had ever thought ...