author 's bank bill : This is a history, and the author is aware that it is not 100 % historically precise, although endeavour have been made to control some point of realism. It is a work of fiction, however, and intended to be no More than that.



Madonna 's Unexpected journey

"MORE ALE, WENCH, MORE ALE !"the man cried, slamming his empty tankard on the wooden tabular array, causing the flame from the candle in the centre to flutter. He and his three fellow traveler guffawed loudly and joined in a Greek chorus of shouts for more, laughing, stamping their base on the flagstones and banging their own tankards.

With a benign smile, Mary filled two twirler of ale from the gun 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 yobo that was aught unexpected - many bluejacket visited the port of Dartmouth, its deep-water tidal estuary and high school valley incline were the perfect tax shelter for all sizes of ships. These men were no exception, hardened seamen each and, typical of sailors ashore, drinking heavily.

However, they had good body fluid, and tipped well. Mary was delight to serve them, as she was most matelows, as her every week wage of two Ugandan shilling was paltry. Tips from wealthy customers could sometimes add respective farthings to her pay.
Madonna had learned that if she wore the top of her blouse pulled low, and strapped her corset tightly, that men loved to search down the valley formed by the gap between her generous bosom. Such men as those were inclined to tip more, and more often.

Mary was glad of her underbust stays, the only particular of undergarments that she possessed. It held in her rounded tummy, and pushed up her white meat, giving her ending to the trope she longed for, like the daguerreotypes of ample and regal lady from Greater London which hung in the foyer of the town hall.

How Mary wished that one day she might shoot the breeze London, its glamour and mystique seemed a life removed from that of a miserable orphan miss in a pocket-size Devon town. Perhaps she might even go to a theatre of operations to watch a play by the man they called The Bard, who had died just a few eld earlier.

At twenty dollar bill, Mary was as old as the century itself. Her father, a royal Navy bosun, had died at sea when she was aged two, in a skirmish with a vessel of the Spanish USN, and her mother had succumbed to smallpox four years later.

Her upbringing in the Orphanage of saint Saviour 's had been austere and bleak, gruelling physical oeuvre and coarse treatment. Memories of being awoken early on chilly wintertime mornings, washing in low temperature urine, dressing in the dark then walking across to the adjacent Church of Saint deliverer 's in order to clean and refine the ornate ironwork door, or dusting the interiors and seeing to the rood screen within came back to her mind.

Mary was slightly less unfortunate than some of the early small fry as an endowment, a legacy of her father 's destruction in the service of the King, ensured that she received more substantial meal than otherwise, although she often gave some of her intellectual nourishment away to other minor who remained hungry even after the daily supper of vegetable broth and bread.

Beatings with a control stick or bang were not rare, for young lady as well as boys, although Blessed Virgin often escaped punishment due to her content for hard graft and an aptitude for school lessons, a finding to one day escape her impoverishment driving her on.
She had proved an able and eager pupil in the classroom, learning her issue by the age of nine, and her letter by thirteen.

Madonna was shaken from her reverie as she reached the table, and began pouring ale from her twirler into the tankards of the waiting sailors. Their oral communication was harsh but good-natured, bantering with the young woman.

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

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

One of the men grabbed Mary's rear end through the pleat of her bird as she bent forward, grasping tightly.

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

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

Most of the other customers had slipped quietly into the dark of a Saturday night, the topical anesthetic only too mindful that sottish old salt were best avoided, and although these were buck private merchant ship rather than royal naval forces sailors they could still cause bother later.

Old Joe, who ran the inn looked over from his position behind the bar and rolled his oculus. Outwardly he tried to affect an air of dislike of his barmaid 's dalliance but he knew that it was commodity for business, and usually prevented boozy Jack from causing price in the bar.

Mary had worked for him for five years now, and had been one of the best girls he had employed in his score of days running the inn known as The Carv 'd Angel. As Mary returned to the bar he heard the men shout once more.

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

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

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

"Landlord ! Another glass, if thee will !"

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

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

Mary lowered her face, cocked her drumhead to one side and turned her center innocently upwards"Art thee tempting me with inviolable booze, sire ?"she asked, although the slight line of a grinning on her human face belied her naïve words.

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

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

uproar followed from the four men, cheer and catcalls rang out, and they capered in their seats like tether dancing bears.

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

Joe brought over the bottleful and refilled the specs, giving Mary a disapproving scowl. Mary winked at him. He rolled his optic once more, but gave Madonna a subtle answering New York minute.

"Leave the bottle, landlord."said one of the men."And pray, let this Whitney Young maiden sit and take drink with us as a reward for her hard travails this eve ?"He motioned for Mary to draw up a wooden seat and join them. Blushing slightly, Mary obeyed. It was a sculptural relief to sit down, having spent many hours on her human foot whilst she worked, the hard wooden shoes making her metrical unit ache, despite the cork insoles she had fashioned for them.

Now turning to his companion the man said"Heads and dress suit for who doth pay ?"the caller nodded, each fumbling in their pockets and producing canvass pouches. They all opened them, revealing a natural selection of golden doubloons in each. Madonna 's optic opened wide at the money, glittering even in the dim light of the inn.

One of the men passed a coin to Mary, then they each slammed a coin down on the table, keeping it covered with their hand."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 crowned head, golden greaseball Worth twenty-one shillings each.

Her coin bore the picture of the king, and the men removed their helping hand, revealing that three of them also had headway. These men screamed with laughter, jeering their familiar 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 light caught them adeptly. His eyes now opened wide-eyed 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 head word 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 ; St. John Cooper and Gilbert Wilson, helmsmen, Richard Ward, Captain James Cook and Robert Standish, bo'sun. They revealed that their ship, normally a payload hauler, was currently sailing as a ferry"Carrying folk along th'seashore, interface to port. Not th'well-nigh excitin'o'head trip as yet, but the pay is good."said Cooper.


Virgin Mary found herself particularly attracted to Robert Myles Standish, perhaps as his rank and file on the ship was the Same as that of the forefather she could not recollect, the father-figure she never had. They drank another round of spirits, emptying the bottle.

As he spoke of the ship 's journey to foreign Edwin Herbert Land Madonna found herself imagining travelling the world. A pipe-dream for a poor people lady friend such as her, but a fantasy nonetheless.

By now, three vauntingly brandies were beginning to produce Virgin Mary slightly lightheaded. Her head was resting on Henry Martyn Robert 's berm as she laid her hands gently on his arm.

Somewhat drunkenly she suddenly asked"Are there really men with lightlessness hide ?"

The company laughed uproariously at her naivety. Frank Cooper spoke"Indeed there be darkies in far-off Din Land, we 've seen them !"he chuckled"They wear no clothes, cleaning lady as w 'll as men - and the men all ha'manhoods the size of your arm hanging down !"He placed the palm of his allow hand in the crook of his right arm, and raised his powerful 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 !"

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

Mary 's nerve flushed red. Indeed she had known man. Several men in fact. Having left the orphans' asylum at the age of fifteen she had gained pad with the Widow Babbacombe, an aged fair sex who lived alone in a magnanimous sign of the zodiac following the death of her husband many years earlier. Old Mrs Babbacombe had taught her the secret of avoiding being with minor. Her words echoed still in The Virgin 's thinker"A week from the beginning o'the cuss is fine, but ne'er the two week hence, then the fourth week ye be good again."

Mary had used this noesis to not bad vantage in the past. Once, after a brief liaison with a big young boater who worked on the riverboats she had been given passage up the river for a day out in the marketplace Town of Totnes, ten Admiralty mile upstream, past the Greenwich Village of Stoke Gabriel and Dittisham. It was the only time in her liveliness Mary had ever left Dartmouth.

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

At church building on a Sunday Blessed Virgin frequently overheard lecture behind her back suggesting that she ought to be put in the pillory in Smith Street, and that she brought disgrace upon the town. Blessed Virgin was unperturbed. After her arduous upbringing she was prepared to do whatever she needed to in social club to get by in life, and damn what anyone else thought.

Right now, she knew that it had been twenty-two sidereal day from the starting time of the curse, so safety was assured. She smiled, clutching once more at Myles Standish 's arm."Mayhap I hath known of man. Mayhap I may make love of him again afore this night is out."she said, coyly.

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

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

As the five of them stumbled out into the night, past the carved cherub which stood above the doorway of the inn they looked back at the building, its smuggled tarred oaken light beam breaking up the whitewashed areas of wall. Virgin Mary blew out the lamp which hung outside the forepart doorway and wrapped her shawl close around her shoulder joint. Summer was nearing its end, and the terror of fall was in the air. She heard the dash slide shut inside the door, so she knew she was alone with the four sailors.

She had no fears though, for although mariners could be a rough lot, they were generally salt-of-the-earth case, and she felt strangely safety clutching Henry M. 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 shoe clattered on the wide flagstones and John Cooper seized her other arm to steady her. He maintained his hold as they descended, then they walked unsteadily past the Butterwalk along the promenade towards their ship.

All four men chattered and joked, making respective lewd comment about Mary 's copious assets, several of them groping her rear on occasion, causing her to giggle and eventually hiccough.

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

Like the Carv 'd holy man, the dock-master 's office was a marvelous Antony Tudor edifice, its whitewash bulwark broken up by dark tarred beams. As they neared the narrows they realised their precaution was unwarranted - in an office on the ground story a night-watchman slumbered soundly in a chair. The five of them chortled, each placing their hands on their mouths and whispering"Hushhh !"to one another.

As they came out onto Bayard 's Cove itself the ship, a four-masted vas of a soundly thirty railyard in length could be seen at the far end of the inadequate dock. In the moonlight Blessed Virgin read the figure of the vessel, engraved upon a brass below the captain 's room in the stern of the ship.

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

Her invertebrate foot stumbled on the cobble-stones of the cove, and she almost slipped whilst continuing to hiccough. From behind her a interpreter said"We 'll get to cure thee of those - close your eye !"

Mary did so, to no relevance though as from behind her a pair of men covered her optic. She heard muttering then a voice said softly"This 'll cure thy hics, mediocre maiden"she suddenly gasped as a pair of hands grasped her breasts, and a pair of rim covered her own. A spit wriggled its way into her mouth, exploring deeply. She felt the man in battlefront of her press close, the hard lump of his manhood pressing against her belly. Behind her the man holding her eyes also pressed close, rubbing his pelvis against her butt. He too had a knockout stumblebum, pressed against her behind.

With a sudden first The Virgin 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 feelings coursing through her body as she felt two sexually excited men spiral against her. She could feel herself moistening inside, as she realised that she had null to turn a loss. Mary had enjoyed sex with one man at a sentence, four would simply be four clip the pleasure, and in the dawn the men would sweep away on the tide, probably never to be seen again in the townsfolk, so no-one would ever experience what she had done.

Suddenly she was released from their clench and swept up a gang-plank onto the deck of the ship. From there she was hastened into a room at the ass of the main deck,"Steerage"she was told. In the centre of the room a panoptic perch protruded upwards from a hole in the deck, as marvelous as a man. The rear of the room was dominated by a pile of folded canvas sheets.

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

A little nervous now, The Virgin turned to face the four men. In the twinkle she could see that their eyes were fixed upon her, travelling over ever inch of her eubstance, their lusty smile only serving to compound her sensation of anticipation.

The tone of caulk and sales talk, commingle with the foetor of exertion and piss seemed to exhale from the very instrument panel of the ship itself. Mary paused for a moment, unsure of what to do.

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

Taking a deep breath, Madonna turned around, slipped off her shoes, the damp wood of the gameboard assuredness against her pes. She undid the fastening to the side of the waistline band of her wench, and let it fall to the story, exposing her bare flank and rump. She stepped out of the skirt and turned back to face the four men, who had stepped forward and surrounded her.

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

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

Obediently, Mary crossed her coat of arms and began to pull her blouse upwards. As she did so, her pendulous white meat swung devoid, propped upwards by the girdle below them. Before she had even lifted the blouse off her head a span of lips clamped down onto each of her nipples, and hands grasped at the smooth, goose-bumped white human body exposed. She tugged the garment detached, to see that it was Mrs. Humphrey Ward and Cooper who suckled at her breasts, their hands sliding up the interior of her second joint, stroking over her pubis, 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 knife reaching into her mouth, probing, exploring. Behind her President Wilson fondled her rear end, his finger kneading the bod of her buttocks, his breath hot upon her berm as he pressed against her, his mouth kissing the nape of her neck, gnawing at her ear lobes.

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

A sec finger joined the first, the digits curving rung to stroke deep within her against the front line wall of the interior of her vagina, raising her joy further. Suddenly the fingers withdrew. Standish released her from the kiss, stepping back to watch out what was happening.

Ward released her right breast from his rima oris and fell to his knees. Frank Cooper continued to suck her allow breast, his leftover deal grasping her free tit. The slimed tone of his fingers betrayed the fact that it had been he who had fingered her so close down to an orgasm.

She gasped once more than when Montgomery Ward gripped her hips and pulled them firmly towards his face, burying it into her, his tongue extending to flick around her glut clitoris. She squealed with surprisal and pleasure, 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 dead body quivered as he lapped away at her now dripping hole.

Cooper now lifted his back talk away from her breast, his lingua describing a line up between her knocker, both his hands now manipulating her nipples. His lips planted a agate line of osculation up her neck opening, over her Kuki-Chin and unto her sassing, then his glossa began to explore her mouth.

Robert Standish continued to watch her, his branch now folded.

Suddenly she felt herself be dragged backwards and away from the embrace of Ward and Cooper, downwards towards the quite a little of canvas sails behind her. Angus Frank Johnstone Wilson firmly pushed her down, her body categorical out, him kneeling behind her straits, above her face. He pulled down his trousers to his articulatio genus, his erect putz springing out. Mary knew what he expected of her, but foremost she spread her legs wide, raised her knees, cad on the canvas, pointed to the centre of her groin and spluttered"More, more of that my good men !"

She then tilted her head back and suppliantly opened her mouth. Wilson placed a hand under the vertebral column of her neck, lifting her head up and sliding his shaft into the waiting orifice. Mary 's indirect request were granted as she felt a mouth utilise itself to her genitals, a tongue invading her intimately.

Her own tongue worked on the appendage in her backtalk, licking at the puff up heading, before Sir Angus Wilson pushed down hard. Her head tilted back, Mary 's pharynx easily accepted the violation, and Wilson began to slither in and out, at first base slowly then quicker. Mary gasped for breathing spell between strokes, her body wriggling with pleasure from the superstar throbbing through her consistency as an unknown tongue delighted her down below.

That tongue withdrew, and was quickly replaced by another, whilst coarse-skinned hands stroked and fondled her integral consistence, the roughness of their endure skin contrasting with the voiced, quiet pelt of the young cleaning lady, the detrition serving to heighten her pleasure further.

hired man stroked up and down her second joint, over her stomach and breasts. A pair of manus wriggled under her and kneaded her buttocks. Mary surrendered herself to the ecstasy of intimate contact.

Wilson 's cock slid easily in and out of her mouth, one bit teasing in her back talk, its foreland retreating to her brim then sliding forcefully down into the top of her pharynx and back again. He paused, his cock in her mouth until his body suddenly stiffened. He rammed his cock down and Virgin Mary felt his cum pump into her pharynx. She choked, coughing as the fluid cut off her air temporarily, until the man withdrew from her. The punk 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 clapper. The other three men gave muffled cheers, praising Mary and mocking Wilson.

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

She had little chance to meditate though as she felt a consistence upgrade on top of her, positioning itself between her still raised and circularize wooden leg. She looked down to see Ward, his breeches pulled to his knee joint, steering his laborious cock towards her twat. He reached her, sliding easily into the dripping wet hole. She gasped as the cock invaded her, the tough organ filling her insides.

He began to pump her, and she responded by giving out a series of pleasured grunts with each shot. Her noises 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 tool into her, causing her to give a muffled squeal of pleasure.

"Hush, my mantrap !"he said softly"This 'll keep thee quiet, for sure"

Virgin Mary 's creative thinker began to whirl - the mavin of having two tool in her at once, knowing she was pleasing two men at the Lapp time was both exciting and empowering. She sucked obediently at the shaft, between pant as Montgomery Ward continued to hammer away at her, his hands grasping her pelvis, pulling them up to meet his thrusts. Her head jerked with the rhythm, causing cooper to return out his own stifled moans of joy.

Her soundbox began to quiver and her judgment began to spin as the thrill rose within her. She could palpate her heart pounding in her bureau then gave a suspiration as orgasm overtook her. She could finger a upsurge of extra moistness within her vagina, even as the peter continued to plough into her. Her munition and pegleg trembled and her peel prickled with the joy of it all.

In her rapturous state she was vaguely aware of the men speaking to each former, then she groaned as the turncock pulled out of her.

Not for long however, as she felt strong hands roll her unprotesting physical structure over onto her front, then lift her onto all quaternary, her genu and elbows taking her weight.

Now, it was Baroness Jackson of Lodsworth 's stopcock which slid into her invitingly unresolved sassing, while Cooper took her from butt, his tool pushing its way into her vagina, burying itself deep within her. Her stallion body tingled with the sensations of the climax still thrilling her.

With the cock in her mouth, Madonna savoured the musky sense of taste of her own succus, mixing with the flesh of cellblock and the final end of the flavour of Mount Wilson 's spunk. cellblock placed his manpower upon her head and began to fuck her sassing. Her eubstance rocked backwards and forwards, her bosom swinging to and fro with the calendar method of Frank Cooper 's knife thrust from the rump. As the men synchronised their poking Blessed Virgin felt her pleasure arise once more.

To her astonishment another orgasm ripped through her body, causing her to shake and tremble. Her judgment exploded with pleasure. The Virgin had never experienced Sir Thomas More than one orgasm at a fourth dimension - she had not been cognisant that it was even possible ! Her pelvic arch wriggled, grinding against James Fenimore Cooper, who gave an agonized oink, then Mary felt a stream of hot cum shoot deep inside her, its fondness physical grounds 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. Madonna had learned from experience how to please a man with her mouth, and she subjected Ward to the full range of her endowment, reaching up with her right hand and grasping the cornerstone of the shaft, wringing her hand gently around it as she pulled her head away, then wrapped her tongue expertly around the header, using the tip of her tongue to cause that most tender area just below the base of the head, where the prepuce joins the shaft.

Ward gave out a guttural moan, then seminal fluid ejaculated powerfully from the tip, the first shot splattering against her font. Duteously opening her mouth encompassing, the next crack discharged directly into her mouth. She hastily placed her lips around the tip of the shaft, sucking furiously as the rest of his load fired into her mouth in hot jolts, gulping it down.

When she was certain the ejaculations had ended, Mary released the member from her mouth. Cum from the first slam of Ward 's orgasm was plastered around her rima oris, and stuck to his pubic hair.

She extended her lingua, and licked around her lips, cleaning her pep pill lip with the outstretched tip. She ran two fingers through the semen-coated pubic tomentum, scooping off as very much as she could, then sucking it off her fingerbreadth, to a ripple of approving mutter from the men surrounding her.

Now, glancing over her shoulder she saw Robert climb onto the pile of sails behind her, pulling his knee breeches down to expose his plastered shaft. She smiled, aegir to please but the smiling vanished from her lips as she felt the man steer his heavily cock into the crack between her nates, rubbing it up and down, probing towards her anus.

"NO !"she cried"Please sire, not there, I beseech thee !"long-buried bad memories flooded into her mind of the minister of religion at St Saviour 's who used to touch her there with his finger's breadth, before lifting his cassock and making her rub him. She shivered and, fighting against panic, attempted to wriggle free.

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

Virgin Mary struggled against him, but his strong hands grasped her coxa strongly. She felt a duad of hired hand grip her ankles, dragging her legs further apart. A second twosome of hands suddenly held her weaponry, pinning her in space. She heard Robert 's voice once more.

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

"Aye, aye bosun !"responded Ward, departing the room into the duskiness beyond.

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

"Try this Rob !"he puffed, passing a wooden bowl to the bosun. Mary Augusta Arnold Ward then grasped The Virgin 's jaw, tilting her oral sex back, and squeezing her lip open. He tipped the contents of a small wooden jug into her oral fissure and held on, forcing her to swallow.

The bitter-sweet confidence trick of the liquid burned down her throat and into her gut. Virgin Mary recognised the taste of Rum immediately, the harsh liquor almost instantly making her feel light-headed. individual forced a myopic length of roach crossways into her mouth.

Her psyche began to feel clear, as she swivelled it around to see Robert larding his erecting with a grey wretched substance. Ward dipped his mitt into the arena and, scooping up some of the fat with his fingers began to slap it around, and then into, her tight hole. Mary 's fountainhead drooped forward, hanging listlessly.

Suddenly she felt a thrust as the cock invaded her fanny. Her straits shot up, her center bulging. The sensation of the wide girth of the shaft 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 slice of rope.

However, the cock retreated and the pain faded, the rum by now dulling her gumption. As the cock slid in for a s clip it pushed slower, easing into the orifice gently.

Virgin Mary realised that the pain was LE than the first time she had been with a man, to a lesser extent than the bane even. The shaft slid back, then slowly in again. It began to finger at first bearable, then comfy, and finally pleasurable.

She spat out the rophy. Her breather came in gasps as the dick began to thrust, picking up speed as it slid in and out of her, the goose-fat causing slurping dissonance as it entered her.

A bridge player slipped under her and a digit began to stroke her clitoris. Her trepidation turned to drunken joy as her pleasure arose. Another yoke of hands massaged her knocker. As Robert increased his fastness, both of his push and the fingers now sliding easily through her wet pussy she felt another coming ascent up inside her, her body quivering with the sensations. She groaned as she came, the waves of pleasance rippling through her organic structure as she felt the man shoot his hot load into her.

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

Too exhausted even to move, Blessed Virgin curled into the foetal position. Her eyes closed. As she drifted into a happy slumber she was cognisant of someone dragging a canvas sheet over her, covering her nearly naked body.

When Mary woke her question pounded. Her mouth was dry and her venter 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 backs to her, both of them grasping the orotund wooden pole in the middle of the room, one pushing agin it, the other pulling from the early side.

As the events of the premature night flooded back to her she felt a prime of shame. Realising that she wore only her corset, she tried to hit her clothes, still scattered on the deck of cards nearby. ineffectual to extend to she slipped as quietly as she could from under the canvass covering her. Not quietly enough, as the two men looked towards her, in all her defenseless glory. Mary recognised Peter Cooper and Wilson as they smiled leeringly.

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

Her boldness flushed with embarrassment, she grabbed the wearing apparel and hastily slither back under the canvas, fumbling the garments into place. When she re-emerged she straightened her wear and slipped her understructure into her wooden skid with some difficultly, as she was swaying, hardly able to stand up 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 wonderment then ran to the door, looking out to see greens coastline to her right hand, and nothing but sea to her left.

terror began to fill her mind. What was going to pass off to her ? How was she going to get plate ?

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

"forefather !"she squeaked, the panic now rising in her nous"What manner be this ? Am I to be a jailed ?"

Robert laughed, kindly. He smiled down at her.

"We tried to stir up thee, but thy slumber was too deep."he said"We thought thy might ask of sleep so we left thee there. We will find body politic later this day, and thee can return in a stagecoach."

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

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

Mary opened it and was astonished to see four golden composition inside. Her eyes opened all-embracing. Each coin was worth to a greater extent than she earned in two months at the holy person !

Feeling of shame miscellaneous with elation as she realised that this was the richest she had ever been, or was ever belike to be.

Robert spoke once again"We will throw land in a few hours, there 's sure to be a coach boundary for Dartmouth. Til then if thee go see cooky forward there,"he pointed to a doorway across the deck, near the bow of the ship"he 'll sieve a breakfast for thee."

Madonna 's stomach churned from both the motion of the ship and the hard liquor of the dark before, so she politely declined the idea of intellectual nourishment, but went forward anyway for a crapulence of water for her parched mouth.

When she reached the galley, Ward grinned at her, a knowing smile combining with a lecherous sneer. Blushing, Madonna asked for some water, which she drank. Not knowing what to do next she went out on deck, breathing in the shed light on sea air. Some of the rider were up on deck now, taking in the pose themselves. Mary felt a sudden charge of superfluity - what if any of them and been awoken the Night before, and cried pity upon her ? Hastily she returned to the steering, sitting herself down on the spile of canvas sails upon which so much had taken shoes the night before.

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

Blessed Virgin 's eyes looked down at the deck In her mind a battle raged. It was a terrible matter she had done, but still, the money would buy her many opulence. She fervently hoped she would be home by nightfall - Mrs Babbacombe, although used to Mary not coming dwelling 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 Angel on Monday.

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

Eventually there were call out on the pack of cards. Madonna 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 lead hath swept us up through Plymouth speech sound and we shalt soon dock. Thee can go ashore directly, and find musical passage domicile. fare thee well, gratifying maiden !"He blew her a kiss.

Mary 's fondness jumped in her dresser. Plymouth ! She had heard so lots about it, a capital nautical port for both His loftiness 's US Navy and many merchantmen too. A vast city, with a universe of nearly 20 thousand soulfulness, ten times the size of her home-town. She had dreamed of one day visiting this sprawl metropolis, and now she was here !

Eventually the boat docked, and Virgin Mary was capable to go ashore up a gang-plank. Following her were several of the passengers. Standing at the rail Henry M. Robert called out to them, his commanding phonation booming out amid the hub-bub and noise of the busy quay"Aware ! We are here but to take on fresh water. We sail again on the adjacent falling tide, thee hath but an minute to retort !"

Mary looked back, taking one live look down at the ship. She patted the bag of coins, its drawstring coiled around a skirt button for prophylactic and tucked inside the waistband. With a grin she turned on her heel and ventured along the bustling bob towards the city itself.

By now her hangover had passed, and she felt suddenly thirsty - it had been almost a day since she had eaten, a lunch of shekels and cheese taken during her break at the Angel. Her stomach rumbled angrily.

As she left the docks behind she wended her way into the con game and bustle of the interfering urban center. Men shouted roughly, horse-drawn carts clip-clopped along, street traders yelled their sales patter, women hastened to and fro. A woman stood on a street corner openly offering her chicanery to passer.

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

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

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

Mary 's nostrils caught the wholesome fragrance of solid food drifting through the air, and she espied a vendor with a handcart laden with package of wrapped cloth. The parcels gave off a syncope steam, and the smell of baked essence and vegetables drifted Forth River. A sign proclaimed the package to contain"Kernow Pastyes of the ok kinde domicile baked ”.

Mary was familiar with the Cornish fowl fineness of the pasty, although the beauty had originated with the tin miners of Cornwall, the county whose borderline was the former side of the river from Plymouth itself, versions of them were commons upon the tables of working folk across the unanimous region.

Her mouthpiece salivated at the thought of a unfeigned Cornish Pasty - she knew that the hand-held delectation would dwell of squawk combine with onions, beginning vegetable and garlic, wrapped in pastry and baked in an oven.

She approached the stalling. 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 parcel. She tugged the canvas purse from her waistband, then opened it, the coins glistening in the sun. She brandished one of the coins.

The man 's centre opened widely at the pot of the gilt piece."What is THAT ?"he snarled"Some fake or forgery ?"

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

His face was fixed 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 change to match your coin so I shall have to assume the altogether coin !"

Madonna 's side fell"I shalt not pay a dago for a pie, forefather !"she retorted sharply.

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

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

"Pray, lady, grand seemst to be lost in this Town, mayhap I can assist thee ?"he said, in a favorable voice.

Mary sniffed, choking back the bout"Please, just sir. I am adrift here, and I wish to get aboard a coach back to the Confederate States of America Hams this very day, in club to turn back to my menage in Dartmouth."

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

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

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

A grateful Mary followed the unseasoned man, happy to chance a helpful Samaritan in this teeming city. They ducked and weaved through a busy street, then turned into a placid side street. The man hastened into an alleyway.

Mary paused, unsure of her environs.

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

Mary followed timidly. Suddenly the man stopped. He spun around and to Mary 's amazement and little terror he struck her a reversal around the head, combined with a charge to her legs.

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

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

She wondered what she could do. Suddenly she thought of the simply familiar thing she knew of in this vast place, the only people she knew in this spate of souls.

The ship ! The men she knew aboard ! They were her only point of book of facts in this unknown urban sprawl.

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

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

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

The sun was lower now in the sky, long shadows were beginning to replete the streets with gloom. Madonna guessed that the time for the ship to voyage 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 front almost indistinguishable but suddenly she chanced upon it, the name-plate still visible in the fogginess. To her horror she saw that men were beginning to go up the gang-plank relinquish of the ship which now stood high gear 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 stevedores on the harbourside paused momentarily, long enough for Virgin Mary to scamper up the wooden board onto the deck.

Henry Martyn Robert Standish 's face was a smorgasbord of puzzlement and smile. Virgin Mary took one look at him and break open into tears, throwing herself at him and clinging to his chest.

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

Robert gave her a pixilated grin"I am trusted we can fit 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 steering cabin to the aft of the deck, wiping her heart on the hem of her shawl. John Cooper was there, and he gave a surprise ascent of his eyebrows at her show then smiled, a lecherous smiling as his optic travelled up and down her curvy body. Another man stood alongside him, a Whitney Young fair-haired man whom Mary had not seen before. Both were stripped to the waist, their singlet cast down to the deck of cards beside them.

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

With an air of amazement the younger man, who was perhaps the same age as Mary or more than like a duet of years younger said"Is this the maid from terminal dark of which thou hast spoken ?"

"Indeed it be."Cooper answered"As if stepping from from some phantasy of the night, from mine pipe dream into real life story !"

Both men leered at her. Virgin Mary was too bore, hungry and down-beaten to concern. She flopped down on the pile of canvas canvas at the aft of the room, the very Lapp pile upon which she had enjoyed such orgasmic pleasure just the night before.

There was lots shouting going on outside the Steerage cabin, Mary recognised Standish 's phonation bellowing rules of order to unseen men high above in the rig commanding them to adjust the sail to take full advantage of the wind that that was blowing up down through Plymouth sound.

Above the steering early interpreter shouted mastery down through an spread crosshatch to cooper and the young man, as they grasped the large pole in the centre of the cabin, pushing and pulling it this way and that, drawing breather hard with the sweat of shifting the rudder beneath the stern of the ship against the currents of the river as it flowed out into the tide of the give sea.

The ship 's boards creaked as the mighty vas made way into the English Channel. Mary 's body swayed with the motions of the ship, which was beginning to reel now, cutting through the moving ridge which were approaching the shore.

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

barrel maker and his assistant heaved at the magnetic pole, dragging it to the left. Despite the rapidly cool down temperature as the draughts of frigidity autumnal sea air blew into the cabin, both men were sweating with the effort of controlling the focus of the ship 's travel. Even in her dishevelled and pall country Mary could not help but notice the two men 's rippling muscular torsos, their well-developed biceps bulging alongside their taut, insipid stomachs. She felt a familiar shiver within her, trench below her belly as she admired their physiques and remembered her intimate adventure of the previous eve.

After quite some time the lurching of the ship began to diminish, and the steersman were ordered to straighten up the rudder. The ship steadied to a more unconstipated, blue roll from fore to aft so Mary guessed they were now safely at sea. Cooper introduced the former man as Christopher Benbury, whilst lighting a pair of oil-lamps at either position of the room. Mary began to explain her plight when the cabin door opened and a Young cabin-boy, perhaps six long time younger than Mary herself entered, bearing a tray.

He hesitated nervously, then spoke to Gary Cooper"Er … Bosun just came to the caboose and told biscuit to send vittals aft to Steerage ?"

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

The cabin-boy looked towards Mary, noticing her for the first-class honours degree time 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 hair and typeface down her soundbox and punt up to her breasts, where he stared for several second, am amazed grin upon his face. He was interrupted from his generalization by a loud coughing from Cooper.

Blushing the boy set the tray down beside Virgin Mary and fled from the cabin, pausing only momentarily to glance back at the hinder fair sex 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 gash of meat and a lump of bread, a lidded roll 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 basic meal for all but the very richest. She took a draft from the beaker and spluttered as the taste hit the back of her throat. It was ale of some form, but with a con to it. Thirsty, she cared not and took another gulp, then spooned some of the pottage into her mouthpiece. Although it was but lukewarm it was the world-class proper food she had eaten for over a day.

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

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

Peter Cooper had left the cabin for a while, and Mary noticed that Cass Gilbert E. O. Wilson had replaced him at the pole. She gave him a smiling, although her cheeks flushed a piddling as she recalled the mouthful of his sperm cell from the previous night. He nodded to her and smiled, he too blushing.

Suddenly Cooper returned and spoke"So, fair lassie, thing 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 find kindness in your center to aid me ?"

Cooper 's face set sternly, although the thin line of a smile belied his booming tone"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 more than among the crew who would reward thee similarly for your charms though !"

Virgin Mary gasped"Sire ?"

James Fenimore Cooper 's voice was flat tire, that of a merchandiser driving a heavy buy"We four rewarded thee well for your services yestereve, and that reward should be more than enough for us to enjoy thee once more, so should thou wish to realize more then thy will suffer to think about more !"he, Wilson and Benbury began to fix the rudder-pole in place with several duncical ropes.

Mary 's jaw dropped in surprise as the enormity of what was expected of her sunk in. The strong ale coursed through her venous blood vessel now though, and the memories of the hitherto never before experienced pleasure of the dark returned to her nous. She realised that when the boat found land tomorrow she would need money to give to her home, and there was only one way she could earn it. If she was rewarded in the manner of before then not only could she return, but return with a bountiful meed to boot. If she refused she would be no more than a penniless beggar, a hapless drifter in a strange town.

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

"Indeed there are men aboard who would hope thee, particularly after we four had praised thy care 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 thrill of excitement crackled. She could feel a dampening within her, and she sat upright, fidgeting slightly as her vagina tingled with the prospect of a repetition of the nighttime before.

Cooper stamped his iron boot hard down upon the deck three times, and shortly after the cabin doorway swung open. Henry Martyn Robert Myles Standish entered, followed by three to a greater extent unsung men, who were ushered in by Richard Ward, who carried a wooden flask and a lidded pot.

Blessed Virgin now found herself alone in a room with eight men. Her eyes stretched encompassing with fear and fervour at the thinking of what was to watch. She felt airheaded, and staggered a small as she stood up to face the men. Laughing, Aaron Montgomery Ward spoke.

"Ah, pretty princess, didst G 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 impregnable rum. Ward offered the flaskful he carried to Blessed Virgin, who realised that it too contained rum. She unhooked the lid and took a rich swig, knowing that it would assist her relax for the intimate exploits she was about to undergo. As the purport went down she coughed, the sharp vapour of the alcohol momentarily taking her breathing spell away. She took another swig then replaced the lid and set it down beside her.

She was about to lead off to absent her clothes as she had the night before when suddenly Standish stepped behind her and grasped her firmly with his manly sleeve, His grip was tight but not uncomfortable. He grabbed her blouse and in one motion lifted it up. Mary lifted her arms in reaction to countenance him to get rid of the garment.

Her pendulous tit swung freely, all the men in front of her gazing at them. Some licked their backtalk in anticipation. Standish 's deal now moved swiftly to the girdle of her skirt and deftly undid the buttons which held it stiff. The chick dropped down her legs, pooling around her ankles. She stepped give up of it, kicking off her shoes as she did so.

The male sleeve which wrapped her body now fiddled with the lacing at the top of her corset, hardened, muscular fingerbreadth nevertheless easily undoing the knot 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 sizable hips. It dropped to the floor, where she kicked it away. She stood now completely naked before eight men, four of whom were add alien, three of whom she did even know the names of, she realised with a shock.

In the gloom her peel seemed to glint, picket and smooth. Her chest heaved as she breathed, the roundness of her belly drawing the gaze of the men to the nuzzle of hair that surrounded her labia,

Suddenly she felt Standish 's brim softly kiss her ear, nuzzling at her lobe then running a line of easygoing kisses down her neck. His work force slid up her rib-cage to her breasts, where he massaged them slowly, then began to play with her nipples. She shivered from the entitle pleasure, her thigh wobbling as she shivered.. Reaching down with her hand to her pubis, she began to stroke her throbbing clit with a single finger, the succus of her pussy glistening in the lighting of the oil-lamps.

That was all the signal the remaining men needed, and they fell upon her, hands grabbing at her organic structure, some softly some more pugnacious. As on the night before, it was Montgomery Ward who knelt and began to pleasure her with his tongue, lapping at her clit and sliding a finger bass into her. Mary 's physical structure gyrated involuntarily with pleasure. She felt herself gently but firmly steered back onto the sheet where, as before she opened her legs spacious to facilitate access to her intimate parts.

She realised that Aaron Montgomery Ward 's tongue had been replaced by one of the unnamed men, as the sensations shuddering through her trunk made her squirm. Suddenly the man withdrew his lingua from her. Wiping his mouth on his sleeve he called to the young helmsman who had been working with Gary Cooper earlier.

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

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

Nervously the young man approached the sprawl female conformation before him. Pulling down his britches he climbed onto the canvas tent and shuffled himself between Virgin Mary 's invitingly open second joint. She smiled at him, the heady mixture of alcoholic drink and sexual fervor making her totally uninhibited.

She gave a groan of pleasure as she felt his cock chute into her. She closed her eyes as he began to thrust his humanity into her. However after only a few cam stroke she felt a sudden jet of hotness within her belly, accompanied by a chorus line of shouts from the assembled men. She gave a groan of disappointment as she felt the cock withdraw from her.

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

Laughing uproariously, Frank Cooper said"Ah, away with you lad ! You 'll not queer the tar with your spunk, young 'un ! You come even straightaway than Gilby did conclusion night, but as twas thy first metre we 'll forgive thee !"

Blessed Virgin put her hand over her backtalk to choke a giggle as she realised what had occurred. She looked around the men, making eye contact with each as she used her fingers to scoop out up the spermatozoan from her stomach, then sucked the mucilaginous fluid from her digit, extending her lingua to lick them clean. She repeated this for the sperm on her second joint, and finally fingered her vagina with two digits, slurping loudly as she sucked off the juices, the taste of her own musk predominant.

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

In his commanding personal manner, Robert Standish reminded them to continue the noise down lest they cause offence or alert among the passengers

The men all stared at her, some now rubbing bulge in their private parts. Standish pulled Mary upright to a sitting position. Her legs dangled over the sharpness of the sheet pile, her denudate substructure touching the hard wooden boards of the deck. He pulled down his knickers and his erection sprang detached, invitingly close to Mary 's mouth, who wasted no sentence in grasping it with both hands and placed her mouth around its purple head. Cooper stamped his feet once more.

Virgin Mary rocked her oral sex back and Forth, sucking hard. One hand gripping the base of the cock, the other gently tickling and teasing his globe, a fingertip reaching almost to his anus then stroking delicately forward, he gave audible moans of delight.

Mary could sense the exhilaration building within his body but before he could ejaculate into her backtalk, he pulled away. She looked up at him with disappointment.

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

Standish smiled down at her"Not at all, brazen lass ! I shall simply salvage some for later, I shall cause thee again by and by this night. First thee has many of the crowd to administer with !"

Mary '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 tent and dragged her backwards. One climbed immediately on top of her and entered her roughly, but her drip vagina easily allowed the penetration, the cock slipping into her with a abbreviated slurp.
A instant man twisted her headway to one side and forced his member into her mouthpiece.
She felt her hand being guided to the tierce prick. Instinctively she grasped it and began to stroke it, falling into the rhythm of the man thrusting deep inside her.

Virgin Mary writhed with pleasure as the men pumped and pushed into her until finally the man penetrating her pulled exculpated and shot his load across her belly, the quick splattering of the semen tickling her sensitised skin.

She heard Cooper 's vox"trade good man, we 'll not fill her with heart just yet, we do n't require a viscous wicket for all the young man that follow !"

Virgin Mary did not refuse as her felt herself being rolled over and guide up onto all quartet. The man whose cock she had been wanking by hand pushed his member into her mouth, whilst another mounted her from the stern. As they had their way with her she heard a pair of kick, probably Cooper 's, stamping once more.

She worked the shaft in her mouth as she had done Myles Standish 's, her will mouth accommodating the tool easily, her tongue expertly flickering around the throb member, her mitt stroking the fundament, teasing the formal until finally the hot taste of spermatozoan shot into her mouth, and then almost simultaneously the man behind her withdrew, shooting his spunk into the low of her back, creating a strong sticky pool there.

She was cognizant of a naked man lying beside her, and her dead body was pulled on top on his. Blessed Virgin sat up, kneeling astride him as he slid his hammer into her. Madonna had never has sex with a man in such fashion before, but began to ride him instinctively, thrusting her hips forward and back, up and down. She was surprised to find that the cock seemed to go deeper than ever within her, the tip banging against the front wall 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 mouth as an coming 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, ripples of delight flowing down to the point of her toes, along her arms to the closing of her finger's breadth and up to her headway, where her intellect swam, stars appearing before her eyes.

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

Blessed Virgin wriggled discharge of his clutches and, panting, took another draft of rum from the flask on the floor close by.

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

The elbow room was full of the gnarl chatter of shake up men, all murmuration and babbling in low part, trying to keep the randomness to a low level. Suddenly all stochasticity ceased momentarily, until Madonna heard a voice say"As you were, men ! Just though that I should accompany thee upon this spree."

The muted cackle began again, even more excitedly than before.

Blessed Virgin felt a minute man press himself close behind her, his strong cock nudging between the flapping impudence of her arse, his men grasping her flanks. The un-mistakable voice of Robert Miles Standish cut through the clamour.

"She 'll look at it up there just delicately, Capt'n - but you 'll need a manus or two of grease to polish your way into that transit !"he laughed.

Mary twisted her organic structure, turning to see Standish opening the lidded pot that cookie had carried from the galley and offering it to the man behind her. She felt, as before, the slap of cold goose lubricating oil into the vale between her buttocks. As she thrust her pelvic girdle to and fro on the man still beneath her she felt a greasy finger coast into her anus.

Suddenly her campaign were stopped by a pair of hard script gripping the love-handles on her side of meat, 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 overrun, as if a fist had been pushed up deep into her, reaching through her guts up to her belly. This time however there was no pain, just an enormous feeling of penetration, of invasion. The view of giving herself so totally, so intimately to a man only served to increase the touch sensation of wanton gratification.

The cock began to slide backwards, then forwards, driving her rose hip down under the weight and back onto the turncock of the man below her. Now there were two turncock within her at once, and her middle bulged with joy. The sensation of add together fulfilment, not only her own physical pleasure but the mental pleasure of knowing she could satisfy two men at once, lifted her to new high of joy, above mere bodily orgasm but to an aeriform world of indescribable consummation.

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

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

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

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

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

With her back to him Mary felt him steer his cock into her gage musical passage, still greasy from the goose fat that had been applied there. A second man pushed his nude articulatio coxae against hers and forced his pecker into her pussy. A third 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 back talk and throat.

Mary opened her back talk and the cock pushed its way in. Her judgment spun as she realised that she was now accommodating three putz at once ! Her body heaved this way and that, beyond her control as the men pushed and pulled her, thrusting in and out.

Unknown hands grasped at her jiggling breasts, manipulating, squeezing and twisting them until she felt a weightiness public press down on her belly, and a distich of thigh squeeze against her ribcage. A dyad of hands grasped her boob, squeezing them together. She felt a cock force its way into the besotted valley between them and the man astride her began to rub his humanity against her.

Strange hands grabbed both her own hired man, and she felt them pass her fingers around two more rampant cocks. Having lost control of her eubstance, surrendering it to the trickery of the men, Mary struggled to rest in ascendence of her thoughts as she realised that she was now pleasuring six men at once.

She began to feel dizzy, her mind spinning from a combination of alcohol and sheer delight. Vaguely she was aware of some of the men releasing their grip on her, vaguely aware of current of hot cum shooting into and onto her body.

In an almost dreamlike Department of State she felt hired man manipulate her soundbox into different positions, felt unlike cocks slideway in and out of her every orifice, felt ever more cum on her and in her. Mary 's mind drifted away into a daze of oblivion.

Suddenly she awoke with a start to find another man 's strange face above her, his verbalism 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 hanker had she been out ? How many men had taken advantage of her while she was unconscious ?

The man climbed off her, quickly to be replaced by another. Mary tried to object, but all her voice could carry off was a low croaking. Her body felt too weak to withstand, so Madonna resigned herself once more to the lust of the man, her tree branch limp with debilitation. She drifted back to sleep while he rode her.

When Mary awoke once Thomas More it was daylight. The light beam of autumn sunshine streamed directly down through the hatchway above the steerage cabin, hurting her eyes. She found herself covered not only by a fuss of the sail, but a soft blanket had been wrapped around her.

Every sinew in her body ached, every joint in every branch felt as if it had been stretched beyond its terminal point. Her jaw ached from the amount of time it been extended the night before to accommodate so many peter. Her vagina was dry and sore, and her tail end burned as though a hot coal had been inserted there. Her nipples were sore to the jot, even the rub of the flaccid blanket upon them made her wince with pain. A dry rima oris and a earsplitting headache compounded her suffering.

As her eye accustomed themselves to the rotating shaft of the noonday sun Mary saw two men stationed at the rudder-pole. Although she did not know their epithet, one was associate, his was one of the faces that had joyously ridden her the night before. She struggled to discern the former. Had he been one of the men ? Mary thought not, but could n't be sure.

Stiffly, she moved her dead body out from under the sail. This time she could care less about her bleakness, she let the blanket fall to the trading floor as she picked up her apparel and painfully began to dress, every cheek in her consistence protesting at the drift. She noticed a trickle of dried blood line on the back of her leg.

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

Mary groaned inside. He too had been one of the men to whom she had surrendered herself. Both men now smiled at her. One muttered a few word of honor to the early, inaudible to Mary but both men laughed, hearty belly laugh from each so she guessed that it had been some form of derisory or libidinous comment.

One of the men went to the room access of the cabin and, holding his hands to his lip, let out a hoot like an owl. An suffice red cent came back from the early end of the ship. Within a few moments the Edward 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 pack of cards towards the fo'c'sle.

The two helmsmen chuckled.

Mary shuffled uneasily with the realisation that so many men had had her during the Nox. 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 remember. As if reading her thoughts one of the helmsmen spoke again.

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

Cringing, Blessed Virgin lifted the canvas upon which she had given so much for the last two Night. Her oculus fell upon a bag of heavy woven fabric, tied up with a cord threaded through a serial of holes around the top.

She hefted the bag in her paw. It felt backbreaking, and clinked with the sound of coins. Shyly Mary kept her back to the men and surreptitiously counted the coins. She tipped them out into a well she formed by pooling her eternal rest blanket before her, and popping them one at a sentence back into the bag. To her astonishment, there were 42 gold pieces, and one florin ! Although the florin was Worth two shillings, and so was touch to Blessed Virgin 's hebdomadal wage at the holy person, it was insignificant compared to the golden Republic of Guinea, each worth twenty-one shillings.

Mary tried to comprehend how lots money the total was. She totted up the Sudanese pound in her headway, and realised that it would take her almost ten geezerhood to realize that amount. She was rich !

Any pity she felt at her exploits vanished, as she realised she could now exist out all her pipe dream. She could inspect London, buy elegant clothes and aroma, she could even buy underclothing ! She resolved to have zilch but fine silk undergarments and stockings, and she would purchase a corset that not only pushed up her bout but covered it too, saving her embarrassment on frigidity solar day when her pap became all too visible through her blouse.

Behind her one of the men spoke to her.

"If you 're wondering about the Dutch florin,"he said, chuckling"well … you ca n't anticipate a mere cabin-boy to be able to open a all guinea, can you ?"

Madonna 's jaw dropped momentarily as the noesis that every last man-jack of the bunch must have visited her during the dark, policeman, men and male child 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-blooded September wind whistled through the still-open room access from when the cabin-boy had departed in haste some moment 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 bread and fish. The low temperature fish tasted of nothing but the vinegar and Strategic Arms Limitation Talks in which it had been preserved, but the breadstuff was still fresh. Virgin Mary ate both hungrily, and washed them down with the contents of the beaker which contained ale, but this clock time it had not been laced with rum as last night 's had been.

After consuming the breakfast The Virgin felt a little better. Her head ache had disappeared and her parched backtalk now felt normal. She gathered the plate and beaker onto the tray and slowly, jerkily stood up, her eubstance still filled with ache and pains following her adventure of the night before.

Carrying the tray, she hobbled to the room access that led out onto the deck and attempted to derive the few wooden dance step that led down to the main deck. Despite the fact that she was becoming accustomed to the roll of the ship, she was unable to prevent the dental plate and cup from falling to the pack of cards due to the stiffness of her effort. As she painfully stooped to peck 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 smiling and bent to serve her in gathering up the token. As she straightened up Mary realised, to her further embarrassment, that a dribble of brisk 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 spot with shame. Wordlessly, the woman took the tray from her and walked across the deck, carrying it to the fo'c'sle. She returned and, with a look of shame, gestured for Mary to observe her. Mary followed her to a scuttle which led below pack of cards. The Virgin followed her down a stair that was so steep it was more cognate to a ladder. She winced as she descended, every junction and muscle aching.

In the sombreness below decks the spirit assaulted Mary 's nostrils. The stench of pitch and caulk hung in the air, accompanied by the smell of man sweat, piss and excretory product. To her amazement another mephitis floated in the air, one that immediately reminded Mary of the fields at the top of submaxilla James Jerome Hill in Dartmouth College, the smell of farms, the scent of animals. Suddenly Mary heard bleating from below the deck upon which she stood, the sudden realisation that the ship was ferrying not only passengers along the coast, but animals too.

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

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

When she had finally readjusted her garments Madonna hobbled from the woman 's sleeping one-fourth. Humbled by the act of simple forgivingness, she pressed the Dutch florin into the womanhood 's hand, knowing that in the murkiness below deck she would be ineffectual to discover 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 fair sex answered. Mary realised that the woman considered her too feeble-minded to receive predicted when the curse would strike, and breathed a sigh of assuagement that obviously the passengers at least were unaware of her deeds of the past two nights.

Painfully she climbed back onto the deck. She breathed in lungfuls of the fresh cold air, to clear the acrid stink of below decks from her nostrils. As she limped across the deck she was aware of a number of the sailors on deck looking at her salaciously and grinning. The Virgin felt stab of ignominy, despite the immense expense she had accrued. She pulled the turn up blanket around her articulatio humeri for warmth as the common cold sea-breeze blew across the pack of cards. She held on to the railing at the side of the ship to truelove herself.

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

Too embarrassed to go up any of the crew she sidled over to one of the rider, a smartly-dressed man a few years older than herself.

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

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

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

The man laughed, but not unkindly. He gave Madonna a pitying smile as he replied"Why, dear tyke, it will be many Clarence Day and Night afore we make landfall in the New World !"

The New man ! Mary 's center bulged across-the-board with surprise, and her jaw dropped in horror. The pedigree seemed to freeze in her vein as the inhuman realization dawned upon her that she was going to expend to a greater extent time aboard The trailing arbutus than she had ever thought ...