writer 's banker's bill : This is a fib, and the author is mindful that it is not 100 % historically precise, although efforts have been made to ensure some degree of realism. It is a workplace of fiction, however, and intended to be no more than that.



Mary 's Unexpected journeying

"Thomas More ALE, WENCH, MORE ALE !"the man cried, slamming his abandon tankard on the wooden table, causing the fire from the wax light in the inwardness to glint. He and his three fellow traveler guffawed loudly and joined in a Greek chorus of shouts for more, laughing, stamping their feet on the flag and banging their own tankards.

With a benign smiling, Mary filled two pitchers of ale from the bbl of beer behind the bar counterpunch and then, ducking under the oil-lamps that illuminated the bar, approached the men sitting at their table at the far position of the room.
Although they were getting a bit rowdy that was nothing unexpected - many sailors visited the port of Dartmouth College, its deep-water tidal estuary and high valley face were the perfect tax shelter for all sizes of ships. These men were no exception, hardened seafarer each and, typical of sailor boy ashore, drinking heavily.

However, they had good humour, and tipped well. Mary was proud of to serve them, as she was most matelows, as her weekly wage of two shillings was paltry. backsheesh from moneyed customers could sometimes add various farthings to her pay.
Mary had learned that if she wore the top of her blouse pulled low, and strapped her girdle tightly, that men loved to look down the valley formed by the gap between her generous bosom. Such men as those were inclined to tip to a greater extent, and more often.

Mary was glad of her underbust girdle, the exclusively item of undergarments that she possessed. It held in her round down tummy, and pushed up her breast, giving her close to the soma she longed for, like the daguerreotypes of rich and royal ladies from London which hung in the foyer of the township hall.

How Mary wished that one day she might chit-chat London, its glamour and mystique seemed a biography removed from that of a poor orphan girl in a small Devon town. Perhaps she might even go to a dramatic art to determine a play by the man they called The Bard, who had died just a few age earlier.

At twenty, Mary was as old as the C itself. Her father, a Royal navy bo's'n, had died at sea when she was aged two, in a brush with a watercraft of the Spanish navy, and her mother had succumbed to smallpox four geezerhood later.

Her upbringing in the orphanhood of holy person Good Shepherd 's had been austere and bleak, gruelling physical work and rough handling. store of being awoken early on chilly winter mornings, washing in cold urine, dressing in the night then walking across to the adjacent Church of saint Good Shepherd 's in order to clean and polish the ornate ironwork doorway, or dusting the interiors and seeing to the rood screen within came back to her mind.

Blessed Virgin was slightly LE unfortunate than some of the other children as an endowment, a legacy of her father 's death in the service of the Martin Luther King Jr., ensured that she received more real repast than otherwise, although she often gave some of her solid food away to other child who remained hungry even after the daily supper of vegetable stock and bread.

Beatings with a stick or belt were not uncommon, for girls as well as boys, although Madonna often escaped punishment due to her capacitance for hard grafting and an aptitude for shoal example, a finding to one day escape her poverty driving her on.
She had proved an able and eager pupil in the classroom, learning her identification number by the age of nine, and her missive by thirteen.

Mary was shaken from her reverie as she reached the board, and began pouring ale from her pitchers into the tankards of the waiting sailors. Their words was rough-cut but good-natured, bantering with the young woman.

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

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

One of the men grabbed The Virgin's buttocks through the pleats of her annulus 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 pay for a youth barmaid, and she well knew that plenty of flirting would earn her more besides.

Most of the other customers had slipped quietly into the darkness of a Saturday Night, the locals only too cognizant that bibulous old salt were best avoided, and although these were private merchant ship rather than Royal navy sailors they could still cause trouble later.

Old Joe, who ran the inn looked over from his position behind the bar and rolled his optic. Outwardly he tried to involve an air of disapproval of his barmaid 's flirting but he knew that it was good for business concern, and usually prevented drunken seaman from causing damage in the bar.

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

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

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

Joe took a key from the pocket of his britches, opened a wooden locker on the back of the bar, and removed a bottle of pomace brandy. Pouring the clear liquidity into four chicken feed he placed them upon a tray. Mary carried the tray to the table and set the glasses before the men. One called out to the innkeeper.

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

Affecting an air of puzzlement, Joe poured another cadence and placed it on the bar. Blessed Virgin took it to the table and set it down, but the men clamoured for her to wassail 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 spend even more money on expensive spirits in parliamentary law to give them away then that was fine with him.

Mary lowered her face, cocked her pass to one side and turned her optic innocently upwards"Art thee tempting me with strong booze, father ?"she asked, although the slenderize railway line of a smile on her aspect belied her naïve words.

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

"Oh no ?"said Blessed Virgin, with an air of mock defiance. Picking up the glass she took a deep breath and raised the glass to her sassing, tipping the liquid into her sassing 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 pealing of laughter."barman, five more if you will !"

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

"Leave the bottle, landlord."said one of the men."And pray, let this Brigham Young maid sit and contain deglutition with us as a advantage for her hard confinement this eve ?"He motioned for Mary to draw up a wooden stern and join them. Blushing slightly, Blessed Virgin obeyed. It was a alleviation to sit down, having spent many hours on her metrical unit whilst she worked, the hard wooden shoes making her groundwork ache, despite the bobfloat insoles she had fashioned for them.

Now turning to his fellow the man said"top dog and white tie and tails for who doth pay ?"the fellowship nodded, each fumbling in their sac and producing canvass pouches. They all opened them, revealing a selection of aureate doubloons in each. Blessed Virgin 's oculus opened wide 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 tabular array, keeping it covered with their hand."Spin the coin, good lady."said one, and Blessed Virgin tossed it into the air, catching it and placing it on the table. She noticed that the coins were in fact sovereign, favorable guineas worth 21 shilling 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 associate who reluctantly left his coin on the table, and added a second base. 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-cut as he saw what the coins actually were.

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

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

They drank another round of the brandy and introduced themselves to her ; John Lackland Gary Cooper and Gilbert Alexander Wilson, steerer, Richard Ward, Captain Cook and Henry Martyn Robert Standish, bosun. They revealed that their ship, normally a cargo haulier, was currently sailing as a ferry"Carrying phratry along th'slide, interface to port. Not th'most excitin'o'tripper as yet, but the pay is good."said Cooper.


The Virgin found herself particularly attracted to Robert Myles Standish, perhaps as his membership on the ship was the Saame as that of the Church Father she could not retrieve, the father-figure she never had. They drank another round of look, emptying the bottle.

As he spoke of the ship 's journeys to foreign realm Mary found herself imagining travelling the world. A pipe-dream for a poor lady friend such as her, but a fantasy nonetheless.

By now, three large brandies were beginning to wee Mary slightly airheaded. Her head was resting on Robert 's articulatio humeri as she laid her hands gently on his arm.

Somewhat drunkenly she suddenly asked"Are there really men with black pelt ?"

The company laughed uproariously at her naivety. Cooper spoke"Indeed there be darkey in far-off lands, we 've seen them !"he chuckled"They wear no clothes, char as w 'll as men - and the men all ha'manhood the size of your arm hanging down !"He placed the palm of his left bridge player in the criminal of his right arm, and raised his rightfulness fist.

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

Thomas Woodrow Wilson the James Cook chortled"You mean you hath never known a man ? I wager that is not the case !"he said.

Mary 's cheeks flushed red. Indeed she had known man. various men in fact. Having left the orphans' asylum at the age of fifteen she had gained lodgings with the Widow Babbacombe, an aged cleaning lady who lived alone in a enceinte house following the death of her husband many eld earlier. Old Mrs Babbacombe had taught her the secret of avoiding being with child. Her words echoed still in Mary 's judgment"A week from the beginning o'the curse is fine, but ne'er the two week hence, then the fourth hebdomad ye be safe again."

Mary had used this noesis to enceinte advantage in the past times. Once, after a brief liaison with a handsome young boatman who worked on the riverboats she had been given passage up the river for a day out in the market townspeople of Totnes, ten stat mi upstream, past the villages of Stoke Gabriel and Dittisham. It was the only time in her life The Virgin had ever left Dartmouth.

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

At church service on a Sunday Mary frequently overheard public lecture behind her book binding suggesting that she ought to be put in the pillory in Smith Street, and that she brought disgrace upon the town. Mary was unperturbed. After her intemperately rearing she was prepared to do whatever she needed to in order to get by in animation, and beshrew what anyone else thought.

right now, she knew that it had been twenty-two days from the beginning of the curse, so safety was assured. She smiled, clutching once more at Standish 's arm."Mayhap I hath known of man. Mayhap I may love of him again afore this dark 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 Blessed Virgin to return with them to"confabulate our evenhandedly vessel for a time"

Virgin 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 threshold of the inn they looked back at the building, its black tarred oaken ray of light breaking up the whitewash areas of wall. The Virgin blew out the lamp which hung outside the forepart door and wrapped her shawl close around her articulatio humeri. Summer was nearing its end, and the threat of autumn was in the air. She heard the bolt of lightning slide shut inside the door, so she knew she was alone with the four sailors.

She had no fears though, for although tar could be a rough lot, they were generally salt-of-the-earth types, and she felt strangely dependable clutching Robert 's arm. The brandy warmed her interior, causing her to stumble a picayune as they made their way from higher Street down Broad stair to the Embankment. Her shoes clattered on the wide flag and lavatory Cooper seized her other arm to steady her. He maintained his grip as they descended, then they walked unsteadily past the Butterwalk along the prom towards their ship.

All four men chattered and joked, making respective raunchy scuttlebutt about Mary 's ample plus, several of them groping her behind on function, causing her to giggle and eventually hiccough.

Illuminated only by the moonshine, the five made their way towards the wharf of Bayard 's Cove at the far end of the embankment. As they approached the dock-master's situation at the entrance of the narrows that led to the Cove they crept quietly, not wishing to imbibe attention to the fact that a cleaning woman was being smuggled surreptitiously on gameboard a vessel.

Like the Carv 'd Angel, the dock-master 's spot was a tall Tudor building, its gloss over bulwark broken up by shadow tarred beams. As they neared the narrows they realised their caution was unwarranted - in an federal agency on the ground floor a night-watchman sleep soundly in a chair. The five of them chortled, each placing their hands on their lip and whispering"Hushhh !"to one another.

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

The scent of the SALT air filled Madonna 's nostril 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 spokesperson said"We 'll have to heal thee of those - close your eyes !"

Mary did so, to no relevancy though as from behind her a pair of workforce covered her heart. She heard muttering then a part said softly"This 'll heal thy hics, fairish maiden"she suddenly gasped as a pair of men grasped her breasts, and a pair of rim covered her own. A glossa wriggled its way into her mouth, exploring deeply. She felt the man in movement of her press close, the knockout stumblebum of his manhood pressing against her belly. Behind her the man holding her eyes also pressed close, rubbing his pelvic girdle against her croupe. He too had a unvoiced glob, pressed against her behind.

With a sudden scratch line Blessed 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 Thomas More than tempered however both by the after-effects of the brandy and the feelings coursing through her physical structure as she felt two sexually excited men gyrate against her. She could palpate herself moistening inside, as she realised that she had naught to mislay. Mary had enjoyed sex with one man at a time, four would simply be four times the pleasure, and in the morning time 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 clutches and swept up a gang-plank onto the deck of the ship. From there she was hastened into a way at the rear of the main deck of cards,"steerage"she was told. In the heart of the way a wide pole protruded upwards from a hole in the pack of cards, as grandiloquent as a man. The rear of the room was dominated by a wad of shut down canvas sheets.

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

A petty uneasy now, Madonna turned to front the four men. In the Light Within she could see that their eyes were fixed upon her, travelling over ever inch of her body, their lusty smiles only serving to enhance her sense of anticipation.

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

Suddenly cooper spoke"well come on then, let us see it !"

Taking a deep breath, Mary turned around, slipped off her shoes, the break woods of the plug-in cool against her feet. She undid the fasteners to the side of the waist band of her skirt, and let it fall to the flooring, exposing her bare flanks and arse. She stepped out of the bird and turned back to face the four men, who had stepped forward and surrounded her.

They gaped at her hairy hammock, licking their mouth in anticipation.

"Titties !"said Ward excitedly"Let us see thine titties !"

Obediently, Mary crossed her arms and began to pull her blouse upwards. As she did so, her pendulous breasts swung free, propped upwards by the stays below them. Before she had even lifted the blouse off her head a twosome of brim clamped down onto each of her nipple, and deal grasped at the smooth, goose-bumped white flesh exposed. She tugged the garment free, to see that it was Ward and Cooper who suckled at her boob, their men sliding up the inside of her thighs, stroking over her os pubis, fingers running through her pubic hair.

Henry Martyn Robert reached out for her brass with both hands, pulling it towards his own, and kissing her, his spit reaching into her mouth, probing, exploring. Behind her Wilson fondled her stern, his digit kneading the shape of her tail, his breather hot upon her shoulder as he pressed against her, his mouth kissing the nucha of her neck, gnawing at her ear lobes.

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

A instant finger joined the world-class, the dactyl curving stave to stroke deep within her against the front rampart of the interior of her vagina, raising her joy further. Suddenly the fingers withdrew. Myles Standish released her from the kiss, stepping back to catch what was happening.

Ward released her right titty from his rima oris and fell to his knees. Cooper continued to suck her leftfield chest, his left hand grasping her liberal nipple. The despicable feel of his finger betrayed the fact that it had been he who had fingered her so close to an orgasm.

She gasped once more when Ward gripped her rose hip and pulled them firmly towards his human face, burying it into her, his tongue extending to flick around her overeat clitoris. She squealed with surprise and delight, as no man had ever done that before - she had allowed men to place their peter in her mouthpiece, but had been unaware that the reverse was even possible, never mind so pleasurable. Her organic structure quivered as he lapped away at her now dripping hole.

Cooper now lifted his backtalk away from her breast, his natural language describing a line up between her breasts, both his hands now manipulating her mammilla. His sassing planted a line of buss up her neck, over her chin and unto her lips, then his tongue began to search her mouth.

Robert Standish continued to find out her, his arms now folded.

Suddenly she felt herself be dragged backwards and away from the embraces of Ward and Frank Cooper, downwards towards the pile of canvas cruise behind her. Wilson firmly pushed her down, her eubstance flavorless out, him kneeling behind her headland, above her face. He pulled down his pant to his stifle, his erect turncock springing out. Mary knew what he expected of her, but get-go she spread her branch wide, raised her knees, cad on the canvas, pointed to the meat of her groin and spluttered"to a greater extent, more of that my full men !"

She then tilted her straits back and suppliantly opened her mouth. Wilson placed a hand under the spinal column of her neck opening, lifting her head up and sliding his dick into the waiting orifice. Mary 's wishes were granted as she felt a oral cavity apply itself to her private parts, a tongue invading her intimately.

Her own tongue worked on the member in her back talk, licking at the intumesce header, before Wilson pushed down hard. Her head tilted back, Mary 's throat easily accepted the usurpation, and Thomas Woodrow Wilson began to slip in and out, at start slowly then quicker. Mary gasped for breath between strokes, her soundbox wriggling with pleasure from the sensations throbbing through her dead body 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 body, the disorderliness of their weathered skin contrasting with the voiced, tranquil skin of the young woman, the rubbing serving to heighten her pleasure further.

manpower stroked up and down her thigh, over her stomach and breasts. A span of paw wriggled under her and kneaded her buttocks. Virgin Mary surrendered herself to the exaltation of sexual contact.

Wilson 's shaft slid easily in and out of her mouth, one moment teasing in her mouth, its head retreating to her lips then sliding forcefully down into the top of her pharynx and back again. He paused, his cock in her mouth until his soundbox suddenly stiffened. He rammed his cock down and Mary felt his cum pump into her throat. She choked, coughing as the fluid cut off her air temporarily, until the man withdrew from her. The mettle exploded back up into her mouthpiece as she coughed, then she swallowed it down, clearing her lip of the warm fluid, but leaving the salty tang on her tongue. The other three men gave muffled cheer, praising 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 face redden as she looked up at him.

She had little prospect to reflect though as she felt a physical structure climb on top of her, positioning itself between her still raised and spread legs. She looked down to see Montgomery Ward, his breeches pulled to his knees, steering his backbreaking cock towards her slit. He reached her, sliding easily into the dripping wet hole. She gasped as the dick invaded her, the heavily organ filling her interior.

He began to pump her, and she responded by giving out a series of pleasured grunts with each solidus. Her noises became louder as Aaron Montgomery Ward banged into her, until Cooper hastily scrambled onto the sheet alongside her. He tilted her side of meat to the sloping trough and pushed his difficult shaft into her, causing her to contribute a mute squeal of pleasure.

"Hush, my beauty !"he said softly"This 'll keep thee placidity, for sure"

Mary 's mind began to spin out - the sensations of having two cocks in her at once, knowing she was pleasing two men at the same prison term was both exciting and empowering. She sucked obediently at the hammer, between pant as Ward continued to hammer away at her, his hand grasping her pelvic arch, pulling them up to meet his thrust. Her head teacher jerked with the regular recurrence, causing James Fenimore Cooper to impart out his own stifle moans of pleasure.

Her soundbox began to beat and her mind began to spin as the thrill rose within her. She could palpate her heart hammer in her chest then gave a sigh as coming overtook her. She could feel a rush of extra dampness within her vagina, even as the cock continued to plough into her. Her coat of arms and legs trembled and her skin prickled with the joy of it all.

In her ecstatic commonwealth she was vaguely cognizant of the men speaking to each early, then she groaned as the pecker pulled out of her.

Not for long however, as she felt strong hands roll her unprotesting body over onto her front, then lift her onto all IV, her articulatio genus and elbows taking her weight.

Now, it was Ward 's cock which slid into her invitingly open mouth, while Cooper took her from bottom, his putz pushing its way into her vagina, burying itself oceanic abyss within her. Her entire body tingled with the sentience of the orgasm still thrilling her.

With the cock in her mouth, Madonna savoured the musky taste of her own succus, mixing with the pulp of Ward and the last remainder of the flavour of Alexander Wilson 's spunk. Ward placed his hands upon her caput and began to eff her mouth. Her body rocked backwards and forwards, her breasts swinging to and fro with the rhythm of Cooper 's stab from the rear. As the men synchronised their driving force Mary felt her pleasure arise once more.

To her astonishment another orgasm ripped through her body, causing her to shiver and shingle. Her judgment exploded with pleasure. Madonna had never experienced more than one coming at a time - she had not been aware that it was even possible ! Her pelvic arch wriggled, grinding against Cooper, who gave an agonized grunt, then Mary felt a stream of hot cum shoot oceanic abyss inside her, its warmth physical evidence of the delight she was giving to the men, delighting her even more.

When Gary Cooper withdrew from her, she focussed her attention now solely on the cock filling her mouth. Madonna had learned from experience how to delight a man with her mouth, and she subjected Ward to the full range of her natural endowment, reaching up with her right mitt and grasping the al-Qaida of the barb, wringing her hand gently around it as she pulled her head away, then wrapped her tongue expertly around the head, using the tip of her natural language to energise that most sensitive area just below the foot of the head, where the foreskin joins the shaft.

cellblock gave out a pharyngeal consonant moan, then semen ejaculated powerfully from the tip, the beginning shot splattering against her face. Duteously opening her rima oris panoptic, the following injection discharged directly into her mouth. She hastily placed her lips around the tip of the cock, sucking furiously as the rest of his cargo fired into her mouth in hot jerking, gulping it down.

When she was certain the ejaculations had ended, Blessed Virgin released the member from her mouth. Cum from the kickoff shot of Barbara Ward 's sexual climax was plastered around her mouth, and stuck to his pubic hair.

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

Now, glancing over her shoulder she saw Henry M. Robert climb onto the agglomerate of sails behind her, pulling his breeches down to expose his pissed stopcock. She smiled, eagre to please but the smile vanished from her lips as she felt the man steer his strong cock into the crack between her buttocks, rubbing it up and down, probing towards her anus.

"NO !"she cried"Please sire, not there, I beseech thee !"long-buried bad remembering flooded into her creative thinker of the Rector at St Jesus Christ 's who used to reach her there with his finger, before lifting his cassock and making her rub him. She shivered and, fighting against panic, attempted to worm free.

Henry M. Robert merely laughed"Ho ho ho my pretty maiden, gird yourself, t'will not pain thee, at to the lowest degree not after a few strokes."

Mary struggled against him, but his strong hands grasped her hips strongly. She felt a twosome of hands grip her articulatio talocruralis, dragging her peg further apart. A second pair of hands suddenly held her subdivision, pinning her in berth. She heard Robert 's voice once more.

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

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

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

"Try this Rob !"he puffed, passing a wooden bowl to the bo's'n. Ward then grasped Mary 's jaw, tilting her head back, and squeezing her mouth capable. He tipped the contents of a small wooden jug into her mouth and held on, forcing her to swallow.

The bitter-sweet sting of the liquid burned down her pharynx and into her gut. The Virgin recognised the penchant of Rum immediately, the harsh liquor almost instantly making her tactile property light-headed. Someone forced a shortly length of forget me drug crossways into her mouth.

Her head began to palpate light, as she swivelled it around to see Robert larding his erecting with a grey despicable substance. cellblock dipped his hired man into the bowl and, scooping up some of the fat with his fingers began to slap it around, and then into, her miserly hole. Mary 's head drooped forward, hanging listlessly.

Suddenly she felt a thrust as the shaft invaded her rear. Her read/write head shot up, her optic bulging. The sensation of the full girth of the dick burrowing into her felt as though a fist had been stuck up into her belly, a sudden dull botheration. She gasped, biting down on the piece of rope.

However, the cock retreated and the botheration faded, the rum by now dulling her senses. As the shaft slid in for a second time it pushed dim, easing into the opening gently.

Mary realised that the pain was lupus erythematosus than the number one fourth dimension she had been with a man, to a lesser extent than the curse even. The cock slid back, then slowly in again. It began to feel at for the first time sufferable, then well-off, and finally pleasurable.

She spat out the rope. Her breath came in gasps as the cock began to thrust, picking up stop number as it slid in and out of her, the goose-fat causing slurping interference as it entered her.

A hand slipped under her and a finger's breadth began to stroke her button. Her trepidation turned to drunken joy as her pleasure arose. Another span of hands massaged her breasts. As Robert increased his speed, both of his thrusts and the finger's breadth now sliding easily through her wet twat she felt another climax ascending up inside her, her consistency quivering with the superstar. She groaned as she came, the waves of pleasance 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 drunk. In a stupor she felt the men thank her, and bid her goodnight. A dyad 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 travel, Mary curled into the foetal position. Her eyes closed. As she drifted into a happy slumber she was aware of someone dragging a canvass sheet over her, covering her nearly au naturel body.

When Blessed Virgin woke her head pounded. Her mouth was dry and her stomach queasy. Her rear end ached. Her eyes hurt as shafts of twinkle 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 centre of the way, one pushing agin it, the former pulling from the other side.

As the outcome of the previous nighttime flooded back to her she felt a flush of pity. Realising that she wore only her stays, she tried to get through her apparel, still scattered on the deck nearby. Unable to reach she slipped as quietly as she could from under the sheet covering her. Not quietly enough, as the two men looked towards her, in all her naked glory. Madonna recognised Cooper and Mount Wilson as they smiled leeringly.

"commodity dayspring my beaut !"said one, laughing.

Her face flushed with embarrassment, she grabbed the clothes and hastily slid back under the canvas, fumbling the garments into space. When she re-emerged she straightened her clothing and slipped her feet into her wooden shoes with some difficultly, as she was swaying, hardly able-bodied 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 ! Madonna gasped in fear and marvel then ran to the door, looking out to see K coastline to her rightfulness, and nothing but sea to her left.

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

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

"Sire !"she squeaked, the panic now rising in her mind"What manner be this ? Am I to be a confined ?"

Robert laughed, kindly. He smiled down at her.

"We tried to heat thee, but thy sleep was too deep."he said"We thought thy might call for of sleep so we left thee there. We will come up Edwin Herbert Land later this day, and thee can return in a stagecoach."

Her reply was mournful"But how am I to return, sire ? I have no personal 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 boys thought it only right and right that we reward thee for being such a mutation as thy was, so we gave a coin each, t'will Sir Thomas More than carry thee home !"He handed her a small canvas pocketbook, held tight by a drawstring.

Mary opened it and was astonished to see four prosperous opus inside. Her heart opened wide. Each coin was worth More than she earned in two calendar month at the Angel !

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

Robert spoke once again"We will piddle land in a few hours, there 's indisputable to be a coach bound for Dartmouth. Til then if thee go see cooky forward there,"he pointed to a threshold across the pack of cards, near the bow of the ship"he 'll sort out a breakfast for thee."

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

When she reached the ship's galley, Montgomery Ward grinned at her, a knowing grin combining with a lecherous leer. Blushing, Virgin Mary asked for some water, which she drank. Not knowing what to do next she went out on deck, breathing in the clear sea air. Some of the rider were up on deck now, taking in the publicize themselves. Mary felt a sudden rush of plethora - what if any of them and been awoken the Nox before, and cried shame upon her ? Hastily she returned to the Steerage, sitting herself down on the pile of canvas sails upon which so much had taken situation the night before.

Cooper and Angus Frank Johnstone Wilson smiled at her. Blushing she thanked them for their bakshis. They chortled. Cooper said"Ye can thank the bosun for that my lovely,'twas his idea. A pretty cent for a pretty jeune fille, judgement - and well earned too !"both men laughed.

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

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

Eventually there were shouts out on the deck. The Virgin went out to see a bustling harbour, with many ships already moored. Walking over to the 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 passage home. menu thee well, sweetly maid !"He blew her a kiss.

Mary 's mettle jumped in her chest. Plymouth ! She had heard so much about it, a large nautical interface for both His Majesty 's navy and many merchantmen too. A Brobdingnagian city, with a population of nearly twenty thousand souls, ten times the size of her home-town. She had dreamed of one day visiting this sprawling metropolis, and now she was here !

Eventually the boat docked, and The Virgin was able to go ashore up a gang-plank. Following her were several of the passenger. Standing at the rail Robert called out to them, his commanding voice booming out amid the hub-bub and noise of the busy quay"Aware ! We are here but to pick out on impertinent weewee. We sail again on the succeeding falling lunar time period, thee hath but an 60 minutes to return !"

The Virgin looked back, taking one last 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 smile she turned on her bounder and ventured along the bustling dock 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 tiffin of bread and cheese taken during her break at the holy man. Her tummy rumbled angrily.

As she left the docking facility behind she wended her way into the bunko game and bustle of the engaged city. Men shouted roughly, horse-drawn carts clip-clopped along, street traders yelled their sales patter, cleaning lady hastened to and fro. A woman stood on a street corner openly offering her guile to passers-by.

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

As she passed the char she flashed her an approving smile. The woman gaped back, unused to favorable reception from other women, more used to expression of disdain.

Blessed Virgin strolled through the streets, taking in the nonplus spate and sounds of the city, a existence away from her humble home-town.

Mary 's nostril caught the wholesome scent of food drifting through the air, and she espied a vendor with a handcart laden with parcels of captive cloth. The parcels gave off a faint steam, and the tone of adust meat and veggie drifted forth. A sign proclaimed the parcels to curb"Kernow Pastyes of the okay kinde home baked ”.

The Virgin was associate 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 slope of the river from Plymouth itself, versions of them were common upon the table of working family across the whole region.

Her mouth salivated at the idea of a dead on target Cornish Pasty - she knew that the hand-held delight would consist of beef mixed with onions, origin vegetables and Allium sativum, wrapped in pastry dough and baked in an oven.

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

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

The man 's eyes opened widely at the quite a little of the lucky musical composition."What is THAT ?"he snarled"Some fake or forgery ?"

"No, sire, tis a real sovereign I assure thee !"Blessed Virgin said hastily.

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

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

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

Blessed Virgin turned and sped away, bout forming in her eye. A tap on the berm brought her to a stoppage. A young man stood there, a smile upon his face.

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

Madonna sniffed, choking back the tears"Please, bonnie sir. I am adrift here, and I wish to get aboard a coach back to the Confederate States of America jambon this very day, in order to return to my plate in Dartmouth."

The man, a seedy street urchin of perhaps XVI years nodded sagely.

Mary continued"Dost thee know of a point of view 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 run thee to the pedestal whence bus depart."

A grateful Mary followed the younger man, glad to find a helpful Samaritan in this teeming metropolis. They ducked and weaved through a busy street, then turned into a quieter incline street. The man hastened into an alleyway.

Mary paused, unsure of her milieu.

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

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

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

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

She wondered what she could do. Suddenly she thought of the solitary companion affair she knew of in this vast space, the only masses she knew in this mass of souls.

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

Where was the harbour ? She puzzled, trying to trace 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 despite"That way dullard skirt,"he muttered, gesturing down the street with an arm"hold back going downhill until thy feet be wet !"

Blushing, Blessed Virgin fled towards the haven. Hurrying through the crowd she remembered Robert 's voice"Aware ! We sail again on the next falling tide, thee hath but an 60 minutes to fall !"

The sun was lower now in the sky, long shadower were beginning to make full the streets with gloom. The Virgin guessed that the time for the ship to sail must be near. Her heart pulsation 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 front almost indistinguishable but suddenly she chanced upon it, the name-plate still seeable in the murk. To her horror she saw that men were beginning to lift the gang-plank barren of the ship which now stood high above the quay on the top of the tide. Hitching up her dame, she began to run.

"time lag !"she cried breathlessly"I wish to go aboard !"

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

Henry M. Robert Miles Standish 's fount was a concoction of mystification and smiles. Mary took one look at him and burst into bust, throwing herself at him and clinging to his chest.

"Oh good sir, delight supporter me."she sobbed, her bottom lip trembling"I have been robbed ! Please take on me to your next port of shout, from whence I might go ashore, and mayhap thee might help me to fund a journeying home ?"

Robert gave her a terrible grin"I am sure we can adapt thee, pretty maid."he said"Go back to steering, 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 middle on the hem of her shawl. John Cooper was there, and he gave a surprised heave of his eyebrows at her coming into court then smiled, a lecherous grin as his eyes travelled up and down her curvy body. Another man stood alongside him, a young blue-eyed man whom The Virgin had not seen before. Both were stripped to the waist, their vest cast down to the deck of cards beside them.

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

With an air of astonishment the younger man, who was perhaps the same age as Mary or more like a match of years younger said"Is this the amah from death night of which thou hast spoken ?"

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

Both men leered at her. Madonna was too tire, hungry and down-beaten to concern. She flopped down on the nap of poll bed sheet at the aft of the room, the very like big bucks upon which she had enjoyed such orgasmic pleasure just the night before.

There was a lot shouting going on outside the steerage cabin, The Virgin recognised Standish 's voice bellowing orders to unseen men high above in the tackle commanding them to aline the sail to film fully advantage of the lead that that was blowing up down through Plymouth sound.

Above the steerage other spokesperson shouted commands down through an open crosshatch to Cooper and the unseasoned man, as they grasped the large pole in the centre of the cabin, pushing and pulling it this way and that, drawing breath hard with the effort of shifting the rudder beneath the rear of the ship against the flow of the river as it flowed out into the tide of the heart-to-heart sea.

The ship 's card creaked as the mighty vessel made way into the side Channel. Mary 's body swayed with the motions of the ship, which was beginning to lurch now, cutting through the waves which were approaching the shore.

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

Cooper and his assistant heaved at the pole, dragging it to the left. Despite the rapidly cooling temperature as the checkers of common cold autumnal sea air blew into the cabin, both men were sweating with the effort of controlling the focusing of the ship 's change of location. Even in her dishevelled and weary Department of State Mary could not facilitate but notice the two men 's rippling muscular torsos, their well-developed biceps bulging alongside their taut, monotonic stomach. She felt a comrade shiver within her, deep below her belly as she admired their shape and remembered her intimate adventures of the previous eve.

After quite some time the lurching of the ship began to lessen, and the helmsmen were ordered to tidy up up the rudder. The ship steadied to a more unconstipated, aristocratic roll from bow to aft so Mary guessed they were now safely at sea. Cooper introduced the other man as Christopher Benbury, whilst lighting a twain of oil-lamps at either side of meat of the elbow room. Virgin Mary began to excuse her quandary when the cabin door opened and a young cabin-boy, perhaps six days younger than Mary herself entered, bearing a tray.

He hesitated nervously, then spoke to Peter Cooper"Er … Bosun just came to the galley and told cookie to transmit 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 Edgar Guest here, who sadly has not eaten for a good while !"he motioned towards Mary.

The cabin-boy looked towards Virgin Mary, noticing her for the first fourth dimension in the murkiness. He gasped.

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

The two steerer chortled.

"The very same !"Cooper declared.

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

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

Mary picked up the tray and saw that upon it was a wooden plate with some cold cuts of nub and a lump of clams, a lidded bowl with a spoonful alongside and a large wide-bottomed wooden beaker. She lifted the lid of the bowl and saw that it contained pottage, that nourishing vegetable porridge which was a staple meal for all but the very ample. She took a swig from the beaker and spluttered as the mouthful hit the cover of her pharynx. It was ale of some sort, but with a gyp to it. Thirsty, she cared not and took another gulp, then spooned some of the potage into her lip. Although it was but lukewarm it was the first-class honours degree proper intellectual nourishment she had eaten for over a day.

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

She set the tray to one side and laid back on the sheet, her venter aching slightly with dyspepsia and her point spinning from the ale.

Cooper had left the cabin for a while, and Madonna noticed that Gilbert Harriet Wilson had replaced him at the magnetic pole. She gave him a smiling, although her buttock flushed a petty as she recalled the gustatory perception of his sperm from the previous night. He nodded to her and smiled, he too blushing.

Suddenly James Fenimore Cooper returned and spoke"So, clean 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 dependable nature of yourselves. Mayhap thee can find forgivingness in your pump to aid me ?"

James Fenimore Cooper 's face set sternly, although the slim down line of business of a smile belied his stentorian feel"fountainhead, maidservant, there are four of us aboard this vessel who hath already paid generously for your attention, and we shall not pay again. Mayhap that there are many to a greater extent among the crew who would repay thee similarly for your charms though !"

Mary gasped"Sire ?"

Cooper 's phonation was flat, that of a merchant driving a heavy buy"We four rewarded thee well for your services yestereve, and that reward should be Thomas More than enough for us to enjoy thee once more, so should thou wish to gain Sir Thomas More then thy will throw to think of more !"he, Wilson and Benbury began to fix the rudder-pole in blank space with several loggerheaded roofy.

Mary 's jaw dropped in surprisal as the enormity of what was expected of her sunk in. The unassailable ale coursed through her mineral vein now though, and the memories of the hitherto never before experienced joy of the night returned to her mind. She realised that when the gravy boat found land tomorrow she would require money to return to her home, and there was only one way she could garner it. If she was rewarded in the manner of before then not only could she return, but return with a bountiful meed to boot. If she refused she would be no more than a penniless mendicant, a hapless floater in a unusual town.

Her brass reddened, but a wry smile crossed her face"Why serious forefather, if I am to be rewarded in the fashion of last Nox 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 attentions so highly during the day !"

Mary blushed deeply, realising that she had been the topic of much discussion among the men, but inside her a tingle of fervour crackled. She could feel a moistening within her, and she sat upright, fidgeting slightly as her vagina tingled with the scene of a repeat of the night before.

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

The Virgin now found herself alone in a room with eight men. Her eyes stretched wide-cut with fear and inflammation at the persuasion of what was to stick with. She felt faint, and staggered a little as she stood up to look the men. Laughing, Ward spoke.

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

Mary realised why the ale had tasted so strange, it had been laced with stiff rum. Barbara Ward offered the flask he carried to Mary, who realised that it too contained rum. She unhooked the lid and took a deep swig, knowing that it would help her relax for the sexual exploits she was about to undergo. As the spirit went down she coughed, the keen vapour of the alcoholic drink momentarily taking her intimation away. She took another swig then replaced the lid and set it down beside her.

She was about to lead off to remove her clothes as she had the nighttime before when suddenly Miles Standish stepped behind her and grasped her firmly with his manly weapons system, His bag was tight but not uncomfortable. He grabbed her blouse and in one motion lifted it up. Madonna lifted her arms in response to allow him to remove the garment.

Her drooping breasts swung freely, all the men in front of her gazing at them. Some licked their brim in prospect. Standish 's script now moved swiftly to the waistband of her skirt and deftly undid the release which held it tight. The skirt dropped down her legs, pooling around her ankles. She stepped costless of it, kicking off her shoes as she did so.

The male arms which wrapped her body now fiddled with the lacing at the top of her corset, hardened, powerful 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 ample hip. It dropped to the floor, where she kicked it away. She stood now completely naked before eight men, four of whom were come strangers, three of whom she did even know the epithet of, she realised with a shock.

In the gloom her skin seemed to shine, picket and smooth. Her breasts heaved as she breathed, the plumpness 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 line of soft kisses down her neck opening. His deal slid up her rib-cage to her titty, where he massaged them slowly, then began to toy with her nipples. She shivered from the gentle 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 fingerbreadth, the juices of her twat 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 body, some softly some more jolting. As on the night before, it was Ward who knelt and began to pleasure her with his tongue, lapping at her clit and sliding a finger deep into her. Mary 's organic structure gyrated involuntarily with pleasure. She felt herself gently but firmly steered back onto the canvas where, as before she opened her legs all-embracing to facilitate access to her intimate parts.

She realised that Ward 's tongue had been replaced by one of the unnamed men, as the whizz shuddering through her body 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 Cooper earlier.

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

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

Nervously the immature man approached the straggle distaff figure before him. Pulling down his britches he climbed onto the canvas and shuffled himself between Virgin Mary 's invitingly open thighs. She smiled at him, the heady mixture of alcoholic drink and intimate excitation making her totally uninhibited.

She gave a moan of delight as she felt his cock slide into her. She closed her middle as he began to thrust his humanity into her. However after only a few slash she felt a sudden jet of hotness within her belly, accompanied by a chorus of call 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 youthful man being man-handled up and away from her, his cock twitch as tinder ejaculated from it, splattering onto her belly and thighs.

Laughing uproariously, Cooper said"Ah, away with you lad ! You 'll not queer the pitch with your spunk, young 'un ! You come even quicker than Gilby did last night, but as twas thy initiative time we 'll forgive thee !"

Mary put her helping hand over her sassing to strangle a giggle as she realised what had occurred. She looked around the men, making eye striking with each as she used her finger to scoop up the sperm from her abdomen, then sucked the muggy fluid from her figure, extending her tongue to lick them clean. She repeated this for the spermatozoon on her thigh, and finally fingered her vagina with two dactyl, slurping loudly as she sucked off the juice, the taste of her own musk predominant.

The men stood mesmerised, but chattered loudly to each early, making many and varied comment of a lustful nature as they stared at her. Inwardly Mary revelled at their stares and their words, delighted to be the centre of their attentions and lust, the object of their desire.

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

The men all stared at her, some now rubbing bulges in their crotches. Standish pulled Mary upright to a sitting position. Her stage dangled over the edge of the canvas pile, her bare feet touching the hard wooden plank of the deck. He pulled down his knickers and his erection sprang release, invitingly close to Mary 's back talk, who wasted no time in grasping it with both custody and placed her rim around its purpleness head. James Fenimore Cooper stamped his groundwork once more.

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

Mary could sense the excitement 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, father ?"she said.

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

The Virgin 's jaw dropped as she saw several more men enter the cabin. A 12 yoke 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 drippage vagina easily allowed the penetration, the prick slipping into her with a brief slurp.
A s man twisted her foreland to one face and forced his member into her backtalk.
She felt her deal being guided to the one-third putz. Instinctively she grasped it and began to stroke it, falling into the cycle of the man thrusting bass inside her.

Virgin Mary writhed with pleasure as the men pumped and pushed into her until finally the man penetrating her deplumate clear and shot his load across her belly, the warm up splatter of the ejaculate tickling her sensitized skin.

She heard Cooper 's spokesperson"trade good man, we 'll not fill her with spunk just yet, we do n't want a muggy grille for all the dude that follow !"

Madonna did not resist as her felt herself being rolled over and draw in up onto all fours. The man whose cock she had been wanking by handwriting pushed his phallus into her mouth, whilst another mounted her from the rear. As they had their way with her she heard a span of boots, probably Cooper 's, stamping once more.

She worked the cock in her mouthpiece as she had done Standish 's, her willing sass accommodating the cock easily, her tongue expertly flickering around the pounding penis, her hands stroking the al-Qaida, teasing the orchis until finally the hot appreciation of sperm cell shot into her mouth, and then almost simultaneously the man behind her withdrew, shooting his spunk into the modest of her back, creating a quick sticky puddle there.

She was aware of a au naturel man lying beside her, and her body was pulled on top on his. Mary sat up, kneeling astride him as he slid his cock into her. Mary had never has sex with a man in such fashion before, but began to ride him instinctively, thrusting her coxa forward and back, up and down. She was surprised to bump that the cock seemed to go deeper than ever within her, the tip banging against the front bulwark of her vagina, causing impression of joy and pleasure hitherto unknown and the joy boiled up, causing a high squeal of delight to break loose her sassing as an orgasm fluttered through her body.

She rammed her hips down hard, holding them still as the wafture of hug drug flowed through her, radiating from her vagina out through her body, wavelet of delight flowing down to the tips of her toes, along her arms to the ends of her fingerbreadth and up to her head, where her head swam, stars appearing before her eyes.

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

Madonna wriggled free of his grasp 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 young cocotte ?"The unknown man laid beside her and pulled her on top of himself in the manner of the previous man. Mary smiled down at him and began to ride him as she had done a few minute of arc earlier.

The room was full of the murmured chatter of wind up men, all murmur and babbling in low voices, trying to preserve the noise to a low stratum. Suddenly all stochasticity ceased momentarily, until Mary heard a vocalism say"As you were, men ! Just though that I should accompany thee upon this spree."

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

Madonna felt a second man press himself close behind her, his stiff tool nudging between the flapping cheeks of her rump, his script grasping her wing. The un-mistakable voice of Henry Martyn Robert Miles Standish cut through the clamour.

"She 'll take it up there just delicately, Capt'n - but you 'll require a deal or two of grease to smooth your way into that passage !"he laughed.

Mary twisted her body, turning to see Miles 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 zany grease into the valley between her buttocks. As she thrust her hips to and fro on the man still beneath her she felt a oleaginous fingerbreadth slide into her anus.

Suddenly her bm were stopped by a distich of strong script gripping the love-handles on her position, pulling her upwards. She felt something probing the rim of her anus, then press as it slowly pushed inside her. Once more she felt her trunk infest, as if a fist had been pushed up deep into her, reaching through her guts up to her tum. This time however there was no pain, just an enormous feeling of incursion, of invasion. The thought of giving herself so totally, so intimately to a man only served to increase the feelings of wanton gratification.

The turncock began to slide backwards, then forwards, driving her hip joint down under the weight and back onto the cock of the man below her. Now there were two cock within her at once, and her eyes bulged with delight. The sensation of total fulfilment, not only her own strong-arm pleasure but the mental pleasance of knowing she could fill two men at once, lifted her to new heights of delight, above mere bodily orgasm but to an celestial world of indescribable consummation.

When the man below her grunted and let forth a flow of cum inside her, her whole physical structure shivered, her intact skin suddenly becoming one all-encompassing erogenous geographical zone. Just the touch of the tegument of the two men against hers caused to her to come over and over again, her body 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 luxuria sated, the men released her, and she slumped sideways onto the canvas, shuddering with pleasure as the coming echoed through her body. In the gloom she was astonished to see four to a greater extent men, all stripped naked and all rubbing their erect putz !

"Please, a rest, I beg of thee father ! !"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 happen. She sighed and took a deep draught 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 back musical passage, still greasy from the goof fat that had been applied there. A bit man pushed his naked hips against hers and forced his cock into her pussy. A third man knelt behind her head, and that of the man beneath her and, cradling her neck with his work force, tilted her head upside down, exposing her mouth and throat.

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

Unknown hands grasped at her jiggling knocker, manipulating, squeezing and twisting them until she felt a weighting press down on her stomach, and a pair of thigh clinch against her ribcage. A pair of hands grasped her breast, squeezing them together. She felt a cock force its way into the tight valley between them and the man astride her began to rub his humanity against her.

Strange hands grabbed both her own work force, and she felt them take her fingers around two Sir Thomas More rampant stopcock. Having lost control of her soundbox, surrendering it to the shenanigan of the men, Mary struggled to persist in mastery of her thoughts as she realised that she was now pleasuring six men at once.

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

In an almost dreamlike state she felt hand manipulate her body into different positions, felt dissimilar 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 showtime to observe another man 's strange face above her, his expression of triumph evident as he released yet another pelter of jism into her. Shocked, Mary realised that she had passed out, but the men had kept on taking her nonetheless. How long 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 voice could manage was a low croak. Her body felt too weak to resist, so Mary resigned herself once more to the lust of the man, her arm limp with debilitation. She drifted back to sleep while he rode her.

When The Virgin awoke once Sir Thomas More it was daylight. The light beam of autumn sunshine streamed directly down through the hatchway above the steerage cabin, hurting her centre. She found herself covered not only by a flap of the canvas, but a soft mantle had been wrapped around her.

Every muscle in her body ached, every joint in every branch felt as if it had been stretched beyond its limits. Her jaw ached from the quantity of time it been extended the dark before to accommodate so many cocks. Her vagina was dry and sore, and her rear burned as though a hot coal had been inserted there. Her tit were sore to the touch, even the rub of the diffuse cover upon them made her wince with pain. A dry mouth and a deafening headache compounded her suffering.

As her eyes accustomed themselves to the peter of the noonday sun Madonna saw two men stationed at the rudder-pole. Although she did not know their gens, one was familiar spirit, his was one of the faces that had joyously ridden her the night before. She struggled to recognise the early. 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 tent. This prison term she could give care less about her nakedness, she let the blanket fall to the floor as she picked up her clothes and painfully began to dress, every boldness in her consistency 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 sure she recognised or not, saw her and brightly said"trade good morning Virgin 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 to the other, inaudible to Mary but both men laughed, hearty guffaws from each so she guessed that it had been some sort of derisory or lascivious comment.

One of the men went to the door of the cabin and, holding his custody to his sassing, let out a shit like an owl. An answering hoot came back from the other 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 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 room at full skin, disappearing across the deck towards the fo'c'sle.

The two helmsmen chuckled.

Virgin Mary shuffled uneasily with the realisation that so many men had had her during the night. Brazen and trifle away she had truly been. What must they consider 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 tabloid there, beside where thee slept, ye shalt find a bag containing a evenhandedly bounteousness for your night 's endeavor, miss."

Cringing, Virgin Mary lifted the canvas upon which she had given so a good deal for the finis two night. Her eyes fell upon a bag of lowering woven material, tied up with a corduroy threaded through a serial publication of yap around the top.

She hefted the bag in her handwriting. It felt heavy, and clinked with the sound of coins. Shyly Blessed Virgin kept her back to the men and surreptitiously counted the coins. She tipped them out into a well she formed by pooling her sleep mantle before her, and popping them one at a time back into the bag. To her amazement, there were forty-two gold pieces, and one Dutch florin ! Although the florin was worth two shillings, and so was equal to Blessed Virgin 's weekly remuneration at the Angel, it was undistinguished compared to the golden French Guinea, each worth xxi shillings.

The Virgin tried to cover how very much money the amount was. She totted up the quid in her head, and realised that it would take up her almost ten days to earn that sum of money. She was plenteous !

Any ignominy she felt at her effort vanished, as she realised she could now live out all her aspiration. She could visit London, buy elegant apparel and perfume, she could even buy underwear ! She resolved to have zero but delicately silk undergarments and stockings, and she would purchase a corset that not only pushed up her bust but covered it too, saving her embarrassment on cold-blooded sidereal day when her mammilla became all too visible through her blouse.

Behind her one of the men spoke to her.

"If you 're wondering about the florin,"he said, chuckling"well … you ca n't carry a mere cabin-boy to be capable to afford a solid Republic of Guinea, can you ?"

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

She picked up the tray, upon which was a plate 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 sugar was still fresh. Madonna ate both hungrily, and washed them down with the contents of the beaker which contained ale, but this time it had not been laced with rum as last night 's had been.

After consuming the breakfast Blessed Virgin felt a little better. Her headache had disappeared and her baked sassing now felt formula. She gathered the plate and beaker onto the tray and slowly, jerkily stood up, her body still filled with aches and pains following her escapades of the night before.

Carrying the tray, she hobbled to the door that led out onto the deck of cards and attempted to descend the few wooden tone that led down to the main pack of cards. Despite the fact that she was becoming accustomed to the bun of the ship, she was unable to prevent the plate and cup from falling to the deck due to the gracelessness of her movements. As she painfully stooped to pick them up, they rolled humiliatingly away from her, cognizant that various of the rider were now up on deck taking in the air.

One lady fixed her with a kindly grinning and stoop to assist her in gathering up the detail. As she straightened up Blessed Virgin realised, to her further embarrassment, that a trickle of fresh blood was running down her leg, her anus had begun to leech once more, and the line of descent was beginning to seep through her skirt.

She stopped, rooted to the spot with shame. Wordlessly, the char took the tray from her and walked across the deck, carrying it to the fo'c'sle. She returned and, with a facial expression of commiseration, gestured for Virgin Mary to follow her. The Virgin followed her to a scuttle which led below pack of cards. Mary followed her down a stair that was so steep it was more akin to a ladder. She winced as she descended, every spliff and brawniness aching.

In the glumness below decks the olfactory property assaulted Mary 's nostrils. The stench of pitch and caulk hung in the air, accompanied by the odour of man sweat, urine and excrement. To her astonishment another stink floated in the air, one that immediately reminded The Virgin of the bailiwick at the top of Jawbones Hill in Dartmouth College, the feel of farms, the scent of animals. Suddenly Mary heard bleating from below the deck of cards upon which she stood, the sudden realisation that the ship was ferrying not only passenger along the seacoast, but animals too.

The woman who had bid Mary follow her led her to a lowly domain screened by a mantle. Madonna noticed many more small enclaves, each screened by some form of sheet or drapery to give a lilliputian privacy. The woman picked up an old rag, and tore off a strip show for her. Mary realised that the char believed that she was suffering the cuss, and she gratefully smiled and accepted the giving. Hiding behind the curtain, Mary lifted her wench and wrapped the flight strip of rag around her groin and backside, tying the final stage tightly.

Whilst the woman stood with her back turned, to afford her some more concealment, Mary fumbled in the pouch containing the coins. With some difficultly she found and removed the florin.

When she had finally readjusted her garments Mary hobbled from the woman 's sleeping twenty-five percent. Humbled by the act of uncomplicated kindness, she pressed the florin into the woman 's hand, knowing that in the fogginess below decks she would be unable to place the accurate nature of the coin.

"Bless you."Madonna 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 have predicted when the hex would strike, and breathed a sigh of relief that obviously the passenger at least were incognizant of her deeds of the past two nights.

Painfully she climbed back onto the pack of cards. She breathed in lungfuls of the reinvigorated cold air, to clear the sulfurous stink of below decks from her anterior naris. As she limped across the deck she was aware of a figure of the sailors on deck looking at her salaciously and grinning. Madonna felt pangs of disgrace, despite the Brobdingnagian expense she had accrued. She pulled the folded blanket around her berm for lovingness as the coldness sea-breeze blew across the deck. She held on to the rail at the side of the ship to steady herself.

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

Too embarrassed to border on any of the crew she sidled over to one of the rider, a smartly-dressed man a few years one-time than herself.

"alibi me, sir, can you answer me a interrogative please ?"she said quietly.

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

"We appear to be well out to sea,"she said"will we realize solid ground before nightfall ?"

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

The New humanity ! Mary 's center bulged wide-eyed with surprise, and her jaw dropped in horror. The blood seemed to freeze out in her veins as the cold realisation dawned upon her that she was going to spend more time aboard The Mayflower than she had ever thought ...