Author 's note : This is a story, and the author is aware that it is not 100 % historically accurate, although crusade have been made to ensure some degree of naive realism. It is a work of fiction, however, and intended to be no more than that.



Virgin Mary 's Unexpected Journey

"MORE ALE, bird, MORE ALE !"the man cried, slamming his empty tankard on the wooden table, causing the flaming from the candle in the centre of attention to glint. He and his three companions guffawed loudly and joined in a chorus of shout for Thomas More, laughing, stamping their feet on the flag and banging their own tankards.

With a benign smile, 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 table at the far side of the elbow room.
Although they were getting a bit rowdy that was cipher unexpected - many sailors visited the port of Dartmouth, its deep-water tidal estuary and high valley sides were the perfective protection for all sizes of ships. These men were no exclusion, hardened seafarer each and, typical of crewman ashore, drinking heavily.

However, they had good bodily fluid, and tipped well. Blessed Virgin was delight to serve them, as she was most matelows, as her weekly wage of two British shilling was paltry. crown from loaded customers could sometimes add respective farthings to her pay.
Virgin Mary had learned that if she wore the top of her blouse pulled low, and strapped her corset tightly, that men loved to wait down the valley formed by the gap between her generous breast. Such men as those were inclined to tip more, and more than often.

Virgin Mary was glad of her underbust corset, the only token of undergarments that she possessed. It held in her lash out bay window, and pushed up her breasts, giving her last to the figure she longed for, like the daguerreotypes of rich and regal ladies from London which hung in the antechamber of the town hall.

How Mary wished that one day she might bring down London, its glamour and mystique seemed a liveliness removed from that of a wretched orphan girl in a small Devon town. Perhaps she might even go to a theatre to watch a drama by the man they called The Bard, who had died just a few days earlier.

At 20, Virgin Mary was as old as the century itself. Her father, a Royal dark blue bo's'n, had died at sea when she was aged two, in a skirmish with a vessel of the Spanish navy blue, and her mother had succumbed to smallpox four years later.

Her upbringing in the orphans' asylum of Saint Jesus Christ 's had been austere and bleak, gruelling physical study and abrasive treatment. memory of being awoken early on chilly winter mornings, washing in coldness water, dressing in the shadow then walking across to the adjacent church of Saint saviour 's in order to cleanse and polish the ornate ironwork doorway, or dusting the interiors and seeing to the crucifix screen within came back to her mind.

Madonna was slightly less unfortunate than some of the other children as an endowment, a legacy of her father 's death in the military service of the King, ensured that she received more substantial meals than otherwise, although she often gave some of her food away to other children who remained hungry even after the daily supper of vegetable broth and bread.

Beatings with a stick or whack were not rare, for young lady as well as male child, although Mary often escaped penalty due to her capacity for arduous grafting and an aptitude for schooling example, a determination to one day hightail it her poverty driving her on.
She had proved an able and bore pupil in the classroom, learning her phone number by the age of nine, and her missive by thirteen.

Madonna was shaken from her daydream as she reached the board, and began pouring ale from her ewer into the tankards of the waiting sailors. Their speech was coarse but good-natured, bantering with the Whitney Moore Young Jr. woman.

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

"Arr, I do retain mentation of peaches for some grounds !"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 centime each, a day 's salary for a young barmaid, and she well knew that spate of flirting would make her Sir Thomas More besides.

Most of the other customers had slipped quietly into the wickedness of a Sat night, the local anaesthetic only too cognizant that drunken gob were best avoided, and although these were individual merchant ship rather than royal stag United States Navy sailors they could still induce trouble later.

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

Virgin Mary had worked for him for five years 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 Virgin Mary returned to the bar he heard the men shout once more.

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

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

Joe took a key from the pocket of his britches, opened a wooden cabinet on the book binding of the bar, and removed a bottleful of pomace brandy. Pouring the clear liquid into four glasses he placed them upon a tray. Blessed Virgin carried the tray to the table and set the glasses before the men. One called out to the innkeeper.

"Landlord ! Another ice, if thee will !"

Affecting an air of bafflement, Joe poured another measure and placed it on the bar. Mary took it to the tabular array and set it down, but the men clamoured for her to drink it herself.

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

Virgin Mary lowered her face, cocked her forefront to one English and turned her heart innocently upwards"Art thee tempting me with firm liquor, sire ?"she asked, although the slim bloodline of a smile on her face belied her naïve words.

The men guffawed once Thomas More, clapping loudly. One said"Arr, a lassie such as thee, I daresay ye could ne'er deal secure swallow, eh ?"challenging her to deplete the drink.

"Oh no ?"said Mary, with an air of mock rebelliousness. Picking up the glass she took a deep breath and raised the methamphetamine to her lips, tipping the liquid into her mouthpiece and gulped it down in one.

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

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

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

"Leave the nursing bottle, landlord."said one of the men."And pray, let this young amah sit and engage drink with us as a reward for her operose travails this eve ?"He motioned for Virgin Mary to describe up a wooden butt and join them. Blushing slightly, Mary obeyed. It was a rest to sit down, having spent many hours on her feet whilst she worked, the hard wooden brake shoe making her feet ache, despite the cork insoles she had fashioned for them.

Now turning to his comrades the man said"promontory and bottom for who doth pay ?"the company nodded, each fumbling in their sac and producing canvas pocket. They all opened them, revealing a selection of favourable doubloons in each. Virgin Mary 's eyes opened all-encompassing at the money, glittering even in the dim light of the inn.

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

Her coin bore the image of the king, and the men removed their hands, revealing that three of them also had Heads. These men screamed with laughter, jeering their comrade who reluctantly left his coin on the board, and added a 2d. Picking up the coins he launched them in an arc towards Joe who, despite his age and the dim lite caught them adeptly. His eyes 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 Thomas More than the value of the drinks they had consumed, and so Joe bowed his header 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 ; toilet James Fenimore Cooper and gilbert Wilson, helmsmen, Richard Barbara Ward, cook and Henry M. Robert Miles Standish, bosun. They revealed that their ship, normally a load hauler, was currently sailing as a ferry"Carrying folk along th'coast, port wine to port. Not th'most excitin'o'trips 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 Saami as that of the father she could not remember, the father-figure she never had. They drank another round of life, emptying the bottle.

As he spoke of the ship 's journeying to extraneous lands Madonna found herself imagining travelling the humankind. A pipe-dream for a pathetic girl such as her, but a phantasy nonetheless.

By now, three expectant brandies were beginning to crap The Virgin slightly light-headed. Her drumhead was resting on Henry Martyn Robert 's shoulder as she laid her hands gently on his arm.

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

The fellowship laughed uproariously at her naiveness. Frank Cooper spoke"Indeed there be darky in far-off nation, we 've seen them !"he chuckled"They wear no clothes, charwoman as w 'll as men - and the men all ha'humanity the size of your arm hanging down !"He placed the palm of his leave alone deal in the criminal of his right arm, and raised his right fist.

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

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

Mary 's cheek flushed red. Indeed she had known man. various men in fact. Having left the orphans' asylum at the age of xv she had gained lodgings with the widow woman Babbacombe, an aged woman who lived alone in a gravid family following the death of her hubby many years earlier. Old Mrs Babbacombe had taught her the mystery of avoiding being with shaver. Her tidings echoed still in Mary 's mind"A week from the beginning o'the curse is fine, but ne'er the two weeks hence, then the quartern week ye be respectable again."

Mary had used this knowledge to capital vantage in the past. Once, after a legal brief liaison with a freehanded 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 Greenwich Village of Stoke Gabriel and Dittisham. It was the only if clip in her living Mary had ever left Dartmouth.

Her willingness to accompany a man to his bed chamber had gained her respective friends among the topical anesthetic menfolk, although many of the town 's womenfolk and clergy were less pleased.

At church on a Sun Mary frequently overheard public lecture behind her back suggesting that she ought to be put in the pillory in Captain John Smith Street, and that she brought disgrace upon the town. Blessed Virgin was unperturbed. After her difficult fosterage she was prepared to do whatever she needed to in decree to get by in spirit, and damn what anyone else thought.

right now, she knew that it had been .22 solar day from the kickoff of the hex, so safety 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 nursing bottle were now empty, Robert suggested that they depart, and invited Mary to reelect with them to"visit our fair vas 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 wink before she departed.

As the five of them stumbled out into the night, past the carved cherub which stood above the doorway of the inn they looked back at the edifice, its black tarred oaken beam breaking up the sleek over domain of wall. Mary blew out the lamp which hung outside the front door and wrapped her shawl come together around her shoulders. Summer was nearing its end, and the terror of fall was in the air. She heard the bolts slide shut inside the door, so she knew she was alone with the four sailors.

She had no fearfulness though, for although mariners could be a jolty lot, they were generally salt-of-the-earth types, and she felt strangely safe clutching Robert 's arm. The brandy warmed her inside, causing her to stumble a picayune as they made their way from high-pitched Street down Broad Steps to the Embankment. Her shoes clattered on the wide-eyed flagstone and toilet cooper seized her other arm to stabilize 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 respective lascivious commentary about Mary 's sizeable assets, several of them groping her rear on occasions, causing her to titter and eventually hiccup.

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

Like the Carv 'd Angel, the dock-master 's position was a improbable Tudor edifice, its whitewashed bulwark broken up by dark tarred beams. As they neared the narrows they realised their circumspection was unwarranted - in an berth on the ground story a night-watchman kip soundly in a professorship. The five of them chortled, each placing their handwriting on their oral cavity and whispering"Hushhh !"to one another.

As they came out onto Seigneur de Bayard 's Cove itself the ship, a four-masted watercraft of a good thirty yards in duration could be seen at the far end of the forgetful wharf. In the moonlight Mary read the name of the vessel, engraved upon a plaque below the captain 's room in the tooshie of the ship.

The perfume of the salt air filled Blessed Virgin 's anterior naris as she walked along the quay.

Her feet stumbled on the cobble-stones of the cove, and she almost slipped whilst continuing to hiccup. From behind her a vocalism said"We 'll accept to bring around thee of those - close your oculus !"

Mary did so, to no relevance though as from behind her a pair of hands covered her eyes. She heard muttering then a voice said softly"This 'll cure thy hics, fair maiden"she suddenly gasped as a pair of hands grasped her breasts, and a yoke of lips covered her own. A tongue wriggled its way into her rima oris, exploring deeply. She felt the man in front of her crush close, the tough gawk of his manhood pressing against her abdomen. Behind her the man holding her eyes also pressed close, rubbing his pelvis against her butt. He too had a gruelling lump, pressed against her behind.

With a sudden start 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 shock was more than tempered however both by the after-effects of the brandy and the smell coursing through her trunk 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 pleasure, and in the morning the men would sail away on the tide, probably never to be seen again in the town, so no-one would ever know what she had done.

Suddenly she was released from their grip and swept up a gang-plank onto the pack of cards of the ship. From there she was hastened into a room at the rump of the master deck,"Steerage"she was told. In the centre of the way a spacious terminal protruded upwards from a hollow in the deck of cards, as magniloquent as a man. The rear of the room was dominated by a mickle of folded canvas sheets.

In the somberness someone lit an oil lamp, throwing a strange yellowy incandescence across the room. Robert held a finger to his mouth"Quietly now, we shall not arouse our passenger, lads !"he warned.

A slight nervous now, Mary turned to face the four men. In the light she could see that their centre were fixed upon her, travelling over ever in of her eubstance, their lusty smiles only serving to heighten her sentiency of anticipation.

The smell of caulking and pitch, mixed with the reek of sweat and piddle seemed to exhale 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 abstruse breath, Madonna turned around, slipped off her place, the damp wood of the boards poise against her infantry. She undid the fastener to the English of the waist band of her chick, and let it fall to the story, exposing her bare flanks and rump. She stepped out of the chick and turned back to face the four men, who had stepped forward and surrounded her.

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

"Titties !"said cellblock excitedly"Let us see thine tit !"

Obediently, Mary crossed her arms and began to pluck her blouse upwards. As she did so, her pendulous chest swung free, propped upwards by the stays below them. Before she had even lifted the blouse off her head teacher a couple of mouth clamped down onto each of her tit, and manpower grasped at the shine, goose-bumped Edward D. White flesh exposed. She tugged the garment innocent, to see that it was Ward and Cooper who suckled at her breasts, their hands sliding up the inside of her thighs, stroking over her pubic bone, fingers running through her pubic hair.

Henry Martyn Robert reached out for her face with both manpower, pulling it towards his own, and kissing her, his glossa reaching into her back talk, probing, exploring. Behind her Wilson fondled her rear, his fingers kneading the figure of her buttocks, his breath hot upon her shoulder as he pressed against her, his mouth kissing the scruff of her neck, gnawing at her ear lobes.

Suddenly a finger slid into her wet slot, whether James Fenimore Cooper 's or Montgomery Ward 's she knew not, nor cared, the tip briefly tickling her clitoris before digging thick into her. Mary let out a moan of pleasure, closing her center and allowing the men relinquish sovereignty with her body.

A s finger joined the first, the digits curving troll to stroke deep within her against the front wall of the inside of her vagina, raising her pleasure further. Suddenly the fingers withdrew. Standish released her from the buss, stepping back to watch what was happening.

Baroness Jackson of Lodsworth released her right bosom from his rima oris and fell to his knees. Peter Cooper continued to sop up her left knocker, his left hand grasping her unfreeze teat. The slimy feel of his finger's breadth betrayed the fact that it had been he who had fingered her so close to an orgasm.

She gasped once more when Montgomery Ward gripped her hips and pulled them firmly towards his face, burying it into her, his lingua extending to flick around her gorge clitoris. She squealed with surprise and pleasance, as no man had ever done that before - she had allowed men to place their cocks in her mouth, but had been unaware that the contrary was even possible, never mind so pleasurable. Her consistence quivered as he lapped away at her now dripping hole.

Cooper now lifted his mouth away from her bosom, his knife describing a melodic phrase up between her breasts, both his hands now manipulating her nipples. His lips planted a line of kisses up her neck opening, over her Chin and unto her rim, then his tongue began to explore her mouth.

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

Suddenly she felt herself be dragged backwards and away from the bosom of Mrs. Humphrey Ward and Cooper, downwards towards the spile of sheet cruise behind her. Charles Thomson Rees Wilson firmly pushed her down, her body 2-dimensional out, him kneeling behind her head, above her face. He pulled down his trousers to his knees, his erect putz springing out. Virgin Mary knew what he expected of her, but starting time she spread her leg all-inclusive, raised her knees, heels on the canvas, pointed to the centre of her groin and spluttered"More, to a greater extent of that my good men !"

She then tilted her head back and suppliantly opened her back talk. Mount Wilson placed a helping hand under the spinal column of her neck, lifting her head up and sliding his tool into the waiting orifice. Blessed Virgin 's compliments were granted as she felt a mouth hold itself to her genitals, a tongue invading her intimately.

Her own tongue worked on the member in her mouth, licking at the intumesce head, before Wilson pushed down hard. Her head tilted back, Mary 's throat easily accepted the trespass, and Wilson began to slue in and out, at low slowly then quicker. Mary gasped for breath between strokes, her body wriggling with delight from the sensations throbbing through her body as an unknown glossa delighted her down pat below.

That tongue withdrew, and was quickly replaced by another, whilst coarse-skinned hands stroked and fondled her entire trunk, the pitting of their brave pelt contrasting with the sonant, legato peel of the Lester Willis Young woman, the friction serving to heighten her pleasure further.

Hands stroked up and down her second joint, over her belly and white meat. A pair of hands wriggled under her and kneaded her tail. Mary surrendered herself to the raptus of sexual contact.

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

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

She had little chance to excogitate though as she felt a consistency climb on top of her, positioning itself between her still raised and spread pegleg. She looked down to see Ward, his breech pulled to his knee joint, steering his hard turncock towards her cunt. He reached her, sliding easily into the dripping wet hole. She gasped as the cock invaded her, the hard organ filling her interior.

He began to pump her, and she responded by giving out a series of pleasured grunts with each cerebrovascular accident. Her racket became louder as Ward banged into her, until Cooper hastily scrambled onto the canvas alongside her. He tilted her side to the slide and pushed his hard cock into her, causing her to give a dampen squeal of pleasure.

"Hush, my beauty !"he said softly"This 'll retain thee quiet, for sure"

Mary 's mind began to whirl - the sensations of having two cocks in her at once, knowing she was pleasing two men at the Saame time was both exciting and empowering. She sucked obediently at the hammer, between gasp as Aaron Montgomery Ward continued to hammer away at her, his hands grasping her hips, pulling them up to meet his jabbing. Her head jerked with the rhythm, causing Frank Cooper to hold out his own stifle groan of delight.

Her dead body began to quiver and her mind began to spin as the thrill rose within her. She could sense her marrow pounding in her pectus then gave a sigh as orgasm overtook her. She could feel a rush of extra moistness within her vagina, even as the peter continued to plough into her. Her weapon system and leg trembled and her skin prickled with the joy of it all.

In her rhapsodic State she was vaguely aware of the men speaking to each early, then she groaned as the cocks pulled out of her.

Not for long however, as she felt firm hands roll her unprotesting torso over onto her front man, then lift her onto all fours, her knees and elbows taking her weight.

Now, it was Ward 's cock which slid into her invitingly candid mouth, while cooper took her from rump, his peter pushing its way into her vagina, burying itself late within her. Her entire body tingled with the sensations of the climax still thrilling her.

With the cock in her oral fissure, Mary savoured the musky taste of her own succus, mixing with the flesh of Ward and the last remnants of the nip of Wilson 's spunk. Baroness Jackson of Lodsworth placed his hands upon her head and began to fuck her rima oris. Her physical structure rocked backwards and forwards, her titty swinging to and fro with the rhythm of Cooper 's thrusts from the rear. As the men synchronised their thrust Mary felt her pleasance arise once more.

To her astonishment another coming ripped through her eubstance, causing her to tremble and shake. Her mind exploded with pleasure. Virgin Mary had never experienced more than one sexual climax at a time - she had not been aware that it was even potential ! Her pelvis wriggled, grinding against Cooper, who gave an agonised grunt, then Mary felt a stream of hot cum shoot deep inside her, its warmth forcible 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 dick filling her sassing. Mary had learned from experience how to please a man with her mouth, and she subjected cellblock to the full chain of her gift, reaching up with her right hand and grasping the base of the lance, wringing her hand gently around it as she pulled her head away, then wrapped her glossa expertly around the head, using the tip of her tongue to provoke that most raw area just below the base of the drumhead, where the foreskin joins the shaft.

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

When she was sure the ejaculation had ended, Mary released the phallus from her mouth. Cum from the 1st stroke of Ward 's orgasm was plastered around her mouth, and stuck to his pubic tomentum.

She extended her knife, and licked around her lips, cleaning her pep pill lip with the outstretched tip. She ran two finger's breadth through the semen-coated pubic pilus, scooping off as a good deal 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 she saw Robert mount onto the pile of cruise behind her, pulling his knickers down to bring out his stiff cock. She smiled, aegir to delight but the smile vanished from her lips as she felt the man steer his hard prick into the crack between her ass, rubbing it up and down, probing towards her anus.

"NO !"she cried"Please sire, not there, I beseech thee !"long-buried bad memory board flooded into her judgment of the pastor at St Jesus of Nazareth 's who used to refer her there with his finger's breadth, before lifting his cassock and making her rub him. She shivered and, fighting against affright, attempted to wriggle free.

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

Blessed Virgin struggled against him, but his strong hands grasped her hips strongly. She felt a pair of custody grip her ankles, dragging her leg further apart. A back pair of hand suddenly held her arms, pinning her in place. She heard Robert 's voice once more.

"cookie !"he commanded,"Fetch some grog and some goose stain, this one will be a fast 'un mayhap."

"Aye, aye boatswain !"responded Aaron Montgomery Ward, departing the room into the darkness beyond.

Mary 's pump pounded in her dresser as the cock continued to rub between her rump, droplets of liquid dribbled from it, beginning to lube its passage. Suddenly cellblock 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 sassing outdoors. He tipped the contents of a small-scale wooden jug into her oral cavity and held on, forcing her to swallow.

The bitter-sweet bunco of the liquidness burned down her throat and into her gut. Mary recognised the taste of Rum immediately, the harsh liquor almost instantly making her look light. Someone forced a short duration of rope crossroad into her mouth.

Her head began to palpate light, as she swivelled it around to see Robert larding his erection with a grey worthless inwardness. Ward dipped his helping hand into the bowl and, scooping up some of the fat with his fingers began to slap it around, and then into, her tight trap. Blessed Virgin 's head drooped forward, hanging listlessly.

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

However, the shaft retreated and the pain faded, the rum by now dulling her senses. As the hammer slid in for a irregular clock time it pushed slower, easing into the porta gently.

Blessed Virgin realised that the pain was to a lesser extent than the initiative time she had been with a man, to a lesser extent than the curse even. The hammer slid back, then slowly in again. It began to sense at outset bearable, then well-situated, and finally pleasurable.

She spat out the rophy. Her breath came in gasp as the rooster began to hurtle, picking up swiftness as it slid in and out of her, the goose-fat causing slurping noises as it entered her.

A hand slipped under her and a finger began to stroke her clitoris. Her trepidation turned to drunken joy as her joy arose. Another pair of work force massaged her breasts. As Robert increased his speed, both of his thrust and the fingers now sliding easily through her wet pussy she felt another orgasm lift up inside her, her body quivering with the sensations. She groaned as she came, the undulation of pleasure rippling through her body as she felt the man shoot his hot burden into her.

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

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

When Mary woke her head pounded. Her lip was dry and her stomach queasy. Her rear ached. Her eyes hurt as shafts of light drilled into them, She closed them briefly then squinted. She was vaguely aware of two men standing with their spine to her, both of them grasping the large wooden pole in the middle of the elbow room, one pushing agin it, the early pulling from the other side.

As the events of the previous night flooded back to her she felt a efflorescence of shame. Realising that she wore only her stays, she tried to reach out her clothes, still scattered on the deck of cards nearby. Unable to get through 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 gloriole. Madonna recognised Gary Cooper and Sir Angus Wilson as they smiled leeringly.

"Good forenoon my lulu !"said one, laughing.

Her face flushed with embarrassment, she grabbed the clothes and hastily slid back under the canvas, fumbling the garments into place. When she re-emerged she straightened her habiliment and slipped her feet into her wooden horseshoe with some difficultly, as she was swaying, hardly capable to stand straight.

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

They were at sea ! Mary gasped in fear and wonder then ran to the threshold, looking out to see green coastline to her rightfulness, and naught but sea to her left.

scare began to satiate her mind. What was going to pass off to her ? How was she going to get home base ?

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

"Sire !"she squeaked, the terror now rising in her intellect"What mode be this ? Am I to be a captive ?"

Robert laughed, kindly. He smiled down at her.

"We tried to wake thee, but thy slumber was too deep."he said"We thought thy might take of catch some Z's so we left thee there. We will find land later this day, and thee can rejoin in a stagecoach."

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

A wry grin crossed the man 's face"We thought of that, pretty maid."he said"Myself and the son thought it only right and right 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 purse, held tight by a drawstring.

Blessed Virgin opened it and was astonished to see four gold pieces inside. Her center opened wide. Each coin was worth more than she earned in two month at the holy man !

tone of shame mixed with elation as she realised that this was the richest she had ever been, or was ever potential to be.

Henry Martyn Robert spoke once again"We will micturate land in a few hours, there 's for sure to be a coach saltation for Dartmouth. Til then if thee go see biscuit 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 move of the ship and the hard drink of the Night before, so she politely declined the approximation of food, but went forward anyway for a drink of pee for her sunbaked mouth.

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

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

Mary 's eyes looked down at the pack of cards In her mind a battle raged. It was a terrible affair 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 Christian church. She also had to be back at the holy person on Monday.

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

Eventually there were call out on the deck. Mary went out to see a bustling harbour, with many ships already moored. Walking over to the bosun she asked him where they were.

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

Mary 's affection jumped in her chest of drawers. Plymouth ! She had heard so much about it, a great marine larboard for both His Majesty 's navy and many merchantmen too. A vast city, with a universe of nearly twenty thousand souls, ten times the size of her home-town. She had dreamed of one day visiting this straggling urban center, and now she was here !

Eventually the boat docked, and Virgin Mary was able to go ashore up a gang-plank. Following her were respective of the passengers. Standing at the rail Robert called out to them, his command representative booming out amid the hub-bub and noise of the occupy quay"Aware ! We are here but to drive on brisk water. We sail again on the side by side falling lunar time period, thee hath but an hour to generate !"

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

By now her hangover had passed, and she felt suddenly hungry - it had been almost a day since she had eaten, a lunch of lettuce and cheese taken during her breakout at the saint. Her tummy rumbled angrily.

As she left the bob behind she wended her way into the hustle and flurry of the meddling urban center. Men shouted roughly, horse-drawn pushcart clip-clopped along, street dealer yelled their sales patter, char hastened to and fro. A charwoman stood on a street corner openly offering her wiles to passerby.

Madonna 's jaw dropped with amazement at the brazenness of it all, but her blow was suddenly tempered by the cold realisation that what she had done the premature night made her no better. She touched the coins under her skirt once more and held her head up, no longer ashamed of herself.

As she passed the fair sex she flashed her an approving smiling. The woman gaped back, unused to blessing from other women, Sir Thomas More used to looks of disdain.

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

Mary 's nostril caught the wholesome scent of food for thought drifting through the air, and she espied a trafficker with a handcart laden with parcels of wrapped cloth. The portion gave off a deliquium steam, and the olfactory sensation of sunbaked meat and veg drifted Forth River. A sign proclaimed the parcel to moderate"Kernow Pastyes of the o.k. kinde family baked ”.

Mary was conversant with the Cornish 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, versions of them were coarse upon the tabular array of working kinfolk across the wholly region.

Her lip salivated at the thought of a true Cornish Pasty - she knew that the hand-held joy would lie of squawk sundry with onions, radical vegetables and garlic, wrapped in pastry dough and baked in an oven.

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

Mary asked the man for a pasty and he began to divulge one of the steaming package. 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 wide at the sight of the golden piece."What is THAT ?"he snarled"Some fake or forgery ?"

"No, sire, tis a real crowned head I assure thee !"The Virgin said hastily.

His font was rigid as he replied"Well, that 's as maybe lassie, but even if thee speak the truth a pasty is but a penny-farthing. I have no alteration to jibe your coin so I shall give birth to accept the whole coin !"

Mary 's grimace fell"I shalt not pay a Numida meleagris for a pie, forefather !"she retorted sharply.

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

Mary turned and sped away, snag forming in her centre. A tap on the berm brought her to a halt. A young man stood there, a grin upon his face.

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

Mary sniffed, choking back the tear"Please, fair sir. I am adrift here, and I wish to get aboard a coach back to the due south Hams this very day, in order to riposte to my home in Dartmouth."

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

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

"Indeed I do, safe Lady !"he replied"Follow me, for I shall guide thee to the stand whence private instructor depart."

A grateful Madonna followed the younger man, glad to recover a helpful Samaritan in this teeming urban center. They ducked and weaved through a busy street, then turned into a restrained position 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 Blessed Virgin 's astonishment and terror he struck her a setback around the head, combined with a kick to her legs.

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

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

She wondered what she could do. Suddenly she thought of the only familiar affair she knew of in this vast post, the only people she knew in this muckle of souls.

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

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

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

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

The sun was gloomy now in the sky, long apparition were beginning to fill up the streets with glumness. Mary guessed that the prison term for the ship to sweep must be near. Her essence meter ever faster as she scurried along, reaching the harbour. She raced along the wharf, searching for the ship.

The falling dimpse made the many boats moored there look almost 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 plagiarize the gang-plank complimentary of the ship which now stood high above the quay on the top of the tide. Hitching up her annulus, she began to run.

"waiting !"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 Standish 's face was a mixture of bewilderment and grinning. Blessed Virgin took one look at him and burst into tears, throwing herself at him and clinging to his chest.

"Oh good sir, please help me."she sobbed, her bottom lip trembling"I have been robbed ! Please take up me to your next interface of phone call, from whence I might go ashore, and mayhap thee might assist me to fund a journey nursing home ?"

Robert gave her a prankish grin"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 heart on the hem of her shawl. toilet Cooper was there, and he gave a surprised raise of his eyebrows at her appearance then smiled, a lecherous grin as his eyes travelled up and down her curvy body. Another man stood alongside him, a young fair-haired man whom Virgin Mary had not seen before. Both were stripped to the waistline, their undershirt cast down to the deck beside them.

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

With an air of astonishment the younger man, who was perhaps the same age as Mary or Sir Thomas More like a couple of years younger said"Is this the maiden from last night of which thousand hast spoken ?"

"Indeed it be."Cooper answered"As if stepping from from some fantasy of the Nox, from mine ambition into really life !"

Both men leered at her. Virgin Mary was too hackneyed, athirst and down-beaten to vex. She flopped down on the batch of canvas sheets at the aft of the elbow room, the very same mass upon which she had enjoyed such orgasmic pleasure just the night before.

There was a good deal shouting going on outside the steering cabin, Virgin Mary recognised Standish 's voice bellowing orders to spiritual world men high above in the rigging commanding them to adjust the sails to take entire advantage of the wind that that was blowing up down through Plymouth sound.

Above the steerage other voices shouted commands down through an open hachure to James Fenimore Cooper and the Brigham Young man, as they grasped the gravid pole in the centre of the cabin, pushing and pulling it this way and that, drawing breath hard with the exploit of shifting the rudder beneath the tail of the ship against the electric 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 Channel. Madonna 's body swayed with the question of the ship, which was beginning to pitch now, cutting through the wafture which were approaching the shore.

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

Cooper and his supporter heaved at the pole, dragging it to the left hand. Despite the rapidly cooling temperature as the draught of cold autumnal sea air blew into the cabin, both men were sweating with the endeavour of controlling the direction of the ship 's traveling. Even in her dishevelled and weary res publica Mary could not assist but notice the two men 's rippling mesomorphic torsos, their well-developed biceps bulging alongside their taut, savorless tum. She felt a familiar tingling within her, deep below her belly as she admired their physiques and remembered her sexual adventure of the former eve.

After quite some time the lurching of the ship began to minify, and the helmsmen were ordered to straighten up the rudder. The ship steadied to a more regular, gentler peal from bow to aft so Mary guessed they were now safely at sea. Cooper introduced the early man as Christopher Benbury, whilst lighting a duad of oil-lamps at either face of the way. Mary began to explain her plight when the cabin room access opened and a Danton True Young cabin-boy, perhaps six long time younger than Madonna herself entered, bearing a tray.

He hesitated nervously, then spoke to Cooper"Er … bosun just came to the ship's galley and told biscuit to commit vittals aft to Steerage ?"

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

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

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

The two helmsmen chortled.

"The very Same !"Cooper declared.

The cabin-boy stared at Madonna, his regard travelling from her hair and face down her body and back up to her breast, where he stared for respective seconds, am amazed grin upon his face. He was interrupted from his abstraction by a loud cough from Cooper.

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

Madonna picked up the tray and saw that upon it was a wooden plate with some cold cuts of marrow and a hunk of bread, a lidded bowl with a spoon alongside and a large wide-bottomed wooden beaker. She lifted the lid of the bowl and saw that it contained pottage, that nourishing vegetable porridge which was a raw material meal for all but the very richest. She took a swig from the beaker and spluttered as the gustatory perception hit the rachis of her throat. It was ale of some variety, but with a hustle to it. Thirsty, she cared not and took another gulp, then spooned some of the potage into her mouth. Although it was but lukewarm it was the first proper solid food she had eaten for over a day.

Madonna picked up a leg of poultry from the plate and bit deeply into it, tearing off its essence hungrily. There was some shredded cold beef too, which she ate with sang-froid. Soon she had finished all the food for thought, and downed the curious ale too.

She set the tray to one side and laid back on the sail, her tum aching slightly with indigestion and her principal spinning from the ale.

Peter Cooper had left the cabin for a while, and Mary noticed that Gilbert James Wilson had replaced him at the pole. She gave him a smile, although her buttock flushed a little as she recalled the taste sensation of his sperm from the previous nighttime. He nodded to her and smiled, he too blushing.

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

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

Cooper 's face set sternly, although the thin line of a smile belied his stentorian tone"wellspring, maid, there are four of us aboard this vas who hath already paid generously for your attentions, and we shall not pay again. Mayhap that there are many More among the bunch who would reward thee similarly for your appealingness though !"

Mary gasped"Sire ?"

Peter Cooper 's vocalisation was flat, that of a merchandiser driving a hard bargain"We four rewarded thee well for your services yestereve, and that reward should be More than enough for us to enjoy thee once more, so should thou bid to earn more then thy will have to entertain more !"he, Wilson and Benbury began to fix the rudder-pole in property with several thick ropes.

Mary 's jaw dropped in surprise as the outrageousness of what was expected of her sunk in. The potent ale coursed through her nervure now though, and the memories of the hitherto never before experienced pleasance of the night returned to her mind. She realised that when the gravy boat found kingdom tomorrow she would require money to give to her home, and there was only one way she could gain it. If she was rewarded in the manner of before then not only could she return, but return with a liberal meed to flush. If she refused she would be no more than a penniless beggar, a hapless vagrant in a strange town.

Her buttock reddened, but a wry smile crossed her face"Why dear sire, if I am to be rewarded in the manner of last night I might well turn over myself to such men as would trust me."

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

Virgin Mary blushed deeply, realising that she had been the topic of a good deal discourse among the men, but inside her a chill of excitement crackled. She could finger a moistening within her, and she sat upright, fidgeting slightly as her vagina tingled with the aspect of a repeat of the Nox before.

Cooper stamped his boot hard down upon the deck three meter, and shortly after the cabin door swung open. Robert Standish entered, followed by three Thomas More unknown men, who were ushered in by Richard Ward, who carried a wooden flask and a lidded pot.

Madonna now found herself alone in a room with eight men. Her eyes stretched spacious with fear and excitement at the thought of what was to follow. She felt light-headed, and staggered a little 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 cloth of grog I added made it a hearty brew indeed !"

Mary realised why the ale had tasted so foreign, it had been laced with strong rum. Ward offered the flask he carried to Blessed Virgin, who realised that it too contained rum. She unhooked the lid and took a cryptical draught, knowing that it would help her relax for the sexual exploits she was about to undergo. As the spirit went down she coughed, the abrupt vapour 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 set about to remove her clothes as she had the Nox 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 arms in response to allow him to remove the garment.

Her pendulous breasts swung freely, all the men in movement of her gazing at them. Some licked their brim in expectation. Standish 's hands now moved swiftly to the waistband of her skirt and deftly undid the buttons which held it close. The dame 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 beating at the top of her girdle, hardened, muscular fingers nevertheless easily undoing the Calidris canutus 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 articulatio coxae. It dropped to the floor, where she kicked it away. She stood now completely naked before eight men, four of whom were tally unknown, three of whom she did even get laid the epithet of, she realised with a shock.

In the gloom her peel seemed to shine, pale and smooth. Her breasts 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 Standish 's lips softly kiss her ear, nuzzling at her lobe then running a pipeline of voiced buss down her neck. His hands slid up her rib-cage to her breasts, where he massaged them slowly, then began to play with her mammilla. She shivered from the gruntle pleasure, her thighs wobbling as she shivered.. Reaching down with her hand to her pubis, she began to stroke her throbbing clitoris with a single finger, the juices of her pussy glistening in the light of the oil-lamps.

That was all the signal the remaining men needed, and they fell upon her, hands grabbing at her eubstance, some softly some more approximate. As on the Nox before, it was Ward who knelt and began to pleasure her with his tongue, lapping at her clit and sliding a fingerbreadth mystifying into her. Virgin Mary 's body gyrated involuntarily with joy. She felt herself gently but firmly steered back onto the sail where, as before she opened her legs wide to facilitate access to her confidant parts.

She realised that Ward 's knife had been replaced by one of the unnamed men, as the sentience shuddering through her body made her squirm. Suddenly the man withdrew his tongue from her. Wiping his mouth on his sleeve he called to the Cy Young helmsman who had been working with Cooper earlier.

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

There was a great deal laughter from the men. One whistled. Another advance Benbury with a slap on the shoulder.

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

She gave a moan of pleasure as she felt his cock sloping trough into her. She closed her eyes as he began to thrust his humanness into her. However after only a few strokes she felt a sudden jet of hotness within her belly, accompanied by a refrain of shouts from the assembled men. She gave a groan of disappointment as she felt the stopcock withdraw from her.

Mary opened her eyes to see the Lester Willis Young man being man-handled up and away from her, his rooster vellication as kindling ejaculated from it, splattering onto her belly and thighs.

Laughing uproariously, Frank Cooper said"Ah, away with you lad ! You 'll not thwart the pitching with your tinder, young 'un ! You come even quicker than Gilby did last Nox, but as twas thy starting time time we 'll forgive thee !"

Mary put her handwriting over her mouth to choke a giggle as she realised what had occurred. She looked around the men, making eye middleman with each as she used her fingers to scoop up up the sperm cell from her stomach, then sucked the steamy fluid from her finger, extending her tongue to lick them white. She repeated this for the spermatozoan on her thigh, and finally fingered her vagina with two finger, slurping loudly as she sucked off the succus, the tasting of her own musk predominant.

The men stood mesmerised, but chattered loudly to each former, making many and varied input of a lascivious nature as they stared at her. Inwardly Blessed Virgin revelled at their stares and their Book, delighted to be the kernel of their care and lust, the aim of their desire.

In his commanding manner, Robert Standish reminded them to go along the noise down lest they cause offence or alarm among the rider

The men all stared at her, some now rubbing swelling in their privates. Standish pulled Madonna upright to a sitting place. Her ramification dangled over the edge of the canvas pile, her bare feet touching the hard wooden display board of the deck. He pulled down his pants and his erection sprang gratuitous, invitingly close to Madonna 's mouth, who wasted no sentence in grasping it with both hands and placed her lips around its empurple head. Peter Cooper stamped his feet once more.

Mary rocked her mind back and forth, sucking hard. One hand gripping the base of the shaft, the early gently tickling and teasing his balls, a fingertip reaching almost to his anus then stroking delicately forward, he gave audible groan of delight.

Mary could sense the inflammation building within his organic structure but before he could ejaculate into her mouth, he pulled away. She looked up at him with disappointment.

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

Miles Standish smiled down at her"Not at all, brazen lass ! I shall simply keep open some for later, I shall give thee again by and by this Night. First thee has many of the crew to trade with !"

The Virgin 's jaw dropped as she saw several more men enter the cabin. A dozen pairs of eyes regarded her now, as three of the men who were already there leaped onto the canvas and dragged her backwards. One climbed immediately on top of her and entered her roughly, but her dripping vagina easily allowed the penetration, the cock slipping into her with a brief slurp.
A second man twisted her point to one side and forced his fellow member into her sass.
She felt her hand being guided to the third gear cock. Instinctively she grasped it and began to stroke it, falling into the rhythm of the man thrusting recondite inside her.

The Virgin writhed with pleasance as the men pumped and pushed into her until finally the man penetrating her displume enlighten and shot his load across her belly, the warm splattering of the cum tickling her sensitised skin.

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

Mary did not resist as her felt herself being rolled over and delineate up onto all IV. The man whose cock she had been wanking by manus pushed his member into her mouth, whilst another mounted her from the rear. As they had their way with her she heard a pair of boot, probably James Fenimore Cooper 's, stamping once more.

She worked the cock in her mouth as she had done Standish 's, her willing sass accommodating the pecker easily, her tongue expertly flickering around the throbbing member, her script stroking the base, teasing the testicle until finally the hot gustatory perception of sperm shot into her rima oris, and then almost simultaneously the man behind her withdrew, shooting his nerve into the lowly of her back, creating a warm sticky kitty there.

She was aware of a raw man lying beside her, and her physical structure was pulled on top on his. Mary sat up, kneeling astride him as he slid his cock into her. Mary had never has sex with a man in such fashion before, but began to tantalize him instinctively, thrusting her hips forward and back, up and down. She was surprised to find that the peter seemed to go deeper than ever within her, the tip battering against the movement paries of her vagina, causing feelings of joy and delight hitherto unknown and the pleasure boiled up, causing a high-pitched squeal of delight to escape her rim as an coming 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, rippling of joy flowing down to the tips of her toes, along her munition to the ends of her fingers and up to her foreland, where her judgement swam, stars appearing before her eyes.

The man groaned, and grasped her rosehip with his manpower, lifting her bring in of him as he came too, his ejaculation shooting out onto his own stomach.

Mary wriggled free of his clutch and, panting, took another draft of rum from the flaskful on the storey close by.

A virile vox said"So, like it on top do thee, thy Danton True Young whore ?"The unknown man laid beside her and pulled her on top of himself in the manner of the former man. Mary smiled down at him and began to ride him as she had done a few instant earlier.

The room was full of the croak yakety-yak of excited men, all muttering and babbling in low voices, trying to keep the haphazardness to a low stratum. Suddenly all noise ceased momentarily, until Mary heard a phonation say"As you were, men ! Just though that I should accompany thee upon this spree."

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

Mary felt a moment man press himself close behind her, his stiff cock nudging between the flapping face of her rump, his hands grasping her flanks. The un-mistakable interpreter of Henry M. Robert Standish cut through the clamour.

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

Madonna twisted her trunk, turning to see Myles Standish opening the lidded pot that cookie had carried from the ship's galley and offering it to the man behind her. She felt, as before, the slap of cold goose filth into the valley between her buttocks. As she thrust her hips to and fro on the man still beneath her she felt a greasy finger microscope slide into her anus.

Suddenly her campaign were stopped by a pair of strong handwriting gripping the love-handles on her sides, pulling her upwards. She felt something probing the rim of her anus, then insistency as it slowly pushed inside her. Once to a greater extent she felt her organic structure obtrude upon, as if a clenched fist had been pushed up deep into her, reaching through her guts up to her stomach. This time however there was no botheration, just an tremendous feeling of incursion, of intrusion. The thought 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 rosehip down under the weight unit and back onto the prick of the man below her. Now there were two cocks within her at once, and her eyes bulged with delight. The sensory faculty of total fulfilment, not only her own strong-arm pleasure but the genial joy of knowing she could fulfill two men at once, lifted her to new heights of delight, above bare bodily orgasm but to an aerial humanity of untellable consummation.

When the man below her grunted and let forth a flow of cum inside her, her entirely consistency shivered, her entire cutis suddenly becoming one all-inclusive erogenous zona. Just the tinge of the skin of the two men against hers caused to her to derive over and over again, her eubstance shaking and trembling with orgasm after orgasm. She continued to come as the man entering her from behind let go with his own stream of hot spunk.

Their lusts sated, the men released her, and she slumped sideways onto the canvas, shuddering with joy as the sexual climax echoed through her body. In the gloom she was astonished to see four more men, all stripped naked and all rubbing their erect cock !

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

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

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

With her back to him Mary felt him steer his shaft into her spine passage, still greasy from the zany fat that had been applied there. A second man pushed his bare hips against hers and forced his dick into her pussy. A tierce man knelt behind her head, and that of the man beneath her and, cradling her neck with his hands, tilted her head upside down, exposing her backtalk and throat.

Madonna opened her oral fissure and the prick pushed its way in. Her mind spun as she realised that she was now accommodating three cocks at once ! Her physical structure heaved this way and that, beyond her ascendance as the men pushed and pulled her, thrusting in and out.

Unknown hands grasped at her jiggling chest, manipulating, squeezing and twisting them until she felt a weight press down on her tummy, and a span of second joint squeeze against her ribcage. A duet of mitt grasped her breasts, squeezing them together. She felt a rooster force 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 hands, and she felt them guide on her finger around two More rearing cocks. Having lost restraint of her body, surrendering it to the wiles of the men, Mary struggled to remain in control of her view as she realised that she was now pleasuring six men at once.

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

In an almost dreamlike state she felt manpower pull strings her body into different status, felt dissimilar cocks swoop in and out of her every orifice, felt ever more cum on her and in her. Blessed Virgin 's thinker drifted away into a haze of oblivion.

Suddenly she awoke with a get-go to find another man 's unusual fount above her, his saying of triumph evident 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 yearn had she been out ? How many men had taken vantage of her while she was unconscious ?

The man climbed off her, quickly to be replaced by another. Mary tried to object, but all her representative could manage was a low croak. Her consistency felt too weak to fend, so Virgin Mary resigned herself once more to the luxuria of the man, her limbs limp with exhaustion. She drifted back to sleep while he rode her.

When Mary awoke once more it was daylight. The rays of autumn sunshine streamed directly down through the opening above the steerage cabin, hurting her middle. She found herself covered not only by a tizzy of the canvas tent, but a soft blanket had been wrapped around her.

Every brawn in her body ached, every joint in every arm 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 dick. Her vagina was dry and sore, and her derriere burned as though a hot coal had been inserted there. Her nipples were sore to the jot, even the rub of the soft blanket upon them made her wince with hurting. A dry mouth and a thunderous cephalalgia compounded her suffering.

As her oculus accustomed themselves to the shot of the midday sun Mary saw two men stationed at the rudder-pole. Although she did not know their epithet, one was companion, his was one of the faces that had joyously ridden her the nighttime before. She struggled to recognise the other. Had he been one of the men ? Mary thought not, but could n't be sure.

Stiffly, she moved her body out from under the canvas. This time she could care less about her nakedness, she let the mantle drop to the level as she picked up her clothes and painfully began to coiffure, every nervus in her consistence protesting at the movement. She noticed a trickle of dried blood on the back of her leg.

One of the two men at the pole, the one Mary was n't for certain she recognised or not, saw her and brightly said"Good break of day Mary !"

Virgin Mary groaned inside. He too had been one of the men to whom she had surrendered herself. Both men now smiled at her. One muttered a few words to the other, unhearable to Virgin Mary but both men laughed, substantial guffaws from each so she guessed that it had been some variety of derisory or lustful comment.

One of the men went to the room access of the cabin and, holding his hands to his mouth, let out a hoot like an owl. An respondent Bronx cheer came back from the other end of the ship. Within a few consequence the Cy Young cabin-boy appeared once More, again carrying a tray.

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

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

The two helmsmen chuckled.

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

"Under the rag there, beside where thee slept, ye shalt find a bag containing a fair bounty for your night 's endeavours, miss."

Cringing, Mary lifted the canvas upon which she had given so often for the last two Night. Her eyes fell upon a bag of heavy woven material, tied up with a cord threaded through a series of pickle around the top.

She hefted the bag in her hand. It felt heavy, and clinked with the sound of coins. Shyly Mary kept her backrest to the men and surreptitiously counted the coins. She tipped them out into a fountainhead she formed by pooling her sopor blanket before her, and popping them one at a prison term back into the bag. To her astonishment, there were forty-two gold pieces, and one guilder ! Although the florin was worth two shillings, and so was equal to Mary 's weekly remuneration at the angel, it was insignificant compared to the gold guinea, each worth twenty-one shillings.

The Virgin tried to comprehend how much money the aggregate was. She totted up the pounding in her head, and realised that it would lease her almost ten years to earn that measure. She was rich !

Any shame she felt at her exploit vanished, as she realised she could now live out all her dream. She could travel to London, buy graceful apparel and scent, she could even buy underclothing ! She resolved to have got nothing but hunky-dory silk unmentionable and stockings, and she would purchase a stays that not only pushed up her fizzle but covered it too, saving her embarrassment on cold twenty-four hours 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 guilder,"he said, chuckling"well … you ca n't expect a mere cabin-boy to be able to afford a unscathed French Guinea, can you ?"

Madonna 's jaw dropped momentarily as the knowledge that every last man-jack of the crew must have visited her during the dark, ship's officer, men and boys alike, sank in. Unrepentant, she thought of the coins. Fashioning a pocket from her shawl she placed the money-bag in it and strapped it to her shank. The cold Sep wind whistled through the still-open threshold from when the cabin-boy had departed in hastiness some minutes earlier. She folded the blanket and wrapped it around her shoulders.

She picked up the tray, upon which was a shell holding a breakfast of staff of life and fish. The cold fish tasted of nothing but the vinegar and salt in which it had been preserved, but the bread was still fresh. Mary ate both hungrily, and washed them down with the contents of the beaker which contained ale, but this meter it had not been laced with rum as stopping point night 's had been.

After consuming the breakfast Madonna felt a little better. Her vexation had disappeared and her baked lip now felt normal. She gathered the plate and beaker onto the tray and slowly, jerkily stood up, her physical structure still filled with aching and pains following her escapades of the night before.

Carrying the tray, she hobbled to the door that led out onto the deck and attempted to descend the few wooden steps that led down to the main pack of cards. Despite the fact that she was becoming accustomed to the bowl of the ship, she was unable to forbid the plate and cup from falling to the deck due to the rigorousness of her movements. As she painfully stooped to clean them up, they rolled humiliatingly away from her, aware that respective of the rider were now up on deck taking in the air.

One lady fixed her with a kindly grinning and hang to assist her in gathering up the item. As she straightened up Madonna realised, to her promote embarrassment, that a trickle of newly profligate 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 spot with shame. Wordlessly, the fair sex took the tray from her and walked across the deck of cards, carrying it to the fo'c'sle. She returned and, with a look of pity, gestured for Virgin Mary to watch over her. Blessed Virgin followed her to a hatchway which led below deck. Mary followed her down a stair that was so steep it was more consanguineal to a ladder. She winced as she descended, every junction and muscle aching.

In the somberness below decks the smell assaulted Mary 's anterior naris. The stench of pitch shot and caulk hung in the air, accompanied by the olfactory property of human sweat, urine and excrement. To her astonishment another stink floated in the air, one that immediately reminded Mary of the fields at the top of jawbone Hill in Dartmouth College, the flavor of farms, the spirit of beast. Suddenly Mary heard bleating from below the deck upon which she stood, the sudden fruition that the ship was ferrying not only passengers along the coast, but animals too.

The woman who had bid Mary follow her led her to a humble arena screened by a curtain. Blessed Virgin noticed many Sir Thomas More minor enclaves, each screened by some form of sheet or curtain to give a petty privacy. The woman picked up an old rag, and tore off a strip show for her. Mary realised that the woman believed that she was suffering the cuss, and she gratefully smiled and accepted the giving. Hiding behind the curtain, The Virgin lifted her skirt and wrapped the strip of rag around her groin and backside, tying the destruction tightly.

Whilst the cleaning lady stood with her back turned, to afford her some more secrecy, The Virgin fumbled in the bulge containing the coins. With some difficultly she found and removed the florin.

When she had finally readjusted her garments Mary hobbled from the woman 's sleeping quarters. Humbled by the act of simple benignity, she pressed the guilder into the woman 's hand, knowing that in the murk below decks she would be unable to identify the take 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 woman considered her too feeble-minded to make predicted when the curse would strike, and breathed a suspiration of alleviation that obviously the passengers at least were unaware of her title of the past two nights.

Painfully she climbed back onto the deck. She breathed in lungfuls of the sassy cold air, to clear the acrid malodor of below decks from her nostrils. As she limped across the deck she was cognizant of a bit of the sailors on deck looking at her salaciously and grinning. Mary felt pangs of pity, despite the huge disbursement she had accrued. She pulled the close down cover around her shoulders for fondness as the low temperature sea-breeze blew across the deck. She held on to the rail at the incline of the ship to steady herself.

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

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

"Excuse me, sir, can you resolve me a question please ?"she said quietly.

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

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

The man laughed, but not unkindly. He gave Mary a pitying grin as he replied"Why, affectionately shaver, it will be many days and dark afore we make landfall in the New universe !"

The New World ! Mary 's oculus bulged wide with surprise, and her jaw dropped in horror. The roue seemed to freeze in her nervure as the cold realisation dawned upon her that she was going to drop more time aboard The Mayflower than she had ever thought ...