Author 's note : This is a taradiddle, and the author is aware that it is not 100 % historically precise, although campaign have been made to ensure some degree of realism. It is a employment of fabrication, however, and intended to be no Sir Thomas More than that.



Mary 's Unexpected Journey

"MORE ALE, wench, MORE ALE !"the man cried, slamming his empty tankard on the wooden mesa, causing the flame from the candle in the middle to flicker. He and his three fellow traveler guffawed loudly and joined in a refrain of shout for more, laughing, stamping their substructure on the flagstones and banging their own tankards.

With a benign smile, Mary filled two pitcherful of ale from the drum 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 English of the way.
Although they were getting a bit rowdy that was cypher unexpected - many sailor boy visited the interface of Dartmouth College, its deep-water tidal estuary and high valley sides were the perfect protection for all size of ships. These men were no exception, hardened seafarer each and, distinctive of sailors ashore, drinking heavily.

However, they had full body fluid, and tipped well. Mary was pleased to serve them, as she was most matelows, as her hebdomadal wage of two shillings was paltry. wind from wealthy client could sometimes add several farthings to her pay.
Blessed Virgin 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 more, and More often.

Blessed Virgin was glad of her underbust corset, the only if item of unmentionable that she possessed. It held in her rounded tummy, and pushed up her knocker, giving her closing curtain to the fig she longed for, like the daguerreotypes of rich and regal dame from London which hung in the hall of the Town hall.

How Mary wished that one day she might visit London, its glamour and mystique seemed a life removed from that of a poor orphan girl in a small Devon town. Perhaps she might even go to a theater to watch over a gambling by the man they called The Bard, who had died just a few long time earlier.

At twenty, The Virgin was as old as the century itself. Her Father, a Royal Navy bosun, had died at sea when she was aged two, in a clash with a vas of the Spanish US Navy, and her female parent had succumbed to smallpox four years later.

Her upbringing in the orphans' asylum of Saint saviour 's had been austere and bleak, gruelling physical work and abrasive treatment. computer storage of being awoken early on chilly wintertime mornings, washing in cold urine, dressing in the dark then walking across to the adjacent church building of nonpareil Redeemer 's in parliamentary procedure to clean and polish the ornate ironwork doorway, or dusting the Interior Department and seeing to the rood-tree screen door within came back to her mind.

The Virgin was slightly to a lesser extent unfortunate than some of the early shaver as an endowment, a bequest of her founder 's death in the service of the King, ensured that she received more substantial repast than otherwise, although she often gave some of her food away to other children who remained hungry even after the everyday supper of vegetable stock and bread.

Beatings with a stick or belt were not rare, for girlfriend as well as male child, although Virgin Mary often escaped penalisation due to her capacity for heavily graft and an aptitude for schooling lessons, a conclusion to one day break loose 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 castle in the air as she reached the table, and began pouring ale from her pitchers into the tankards of the waiting sailors. Their speech was coarse but good-natured, bantering with the Young woman.

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

"Arr, I do keep thinking of dish for some ground !"said another.

One of the men grabbed Madonna's nates through the pleats of her bird as she bent forward, grasping tightly.

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

The men had already tipped her a cent each, a day 's payoff for a young barmaid, and she well knew that plenty of flirting would gain her to a greater extent besides.

Most of the other customer had slipped quietly into the darkness of a Saturday nighttime, the locals only too aware that bibulous seamen were best avoided, and although these were private merchantmen rather than royal Navy Panama hat they could still get trouble later.

Old Joe, who ran the inn looked over from his position behind the bar and rolled his eyes. Outwardly he tried to affect an air of disfavour of his barmaid 's flirting but he knew that it was good for job, and usually prevented boozy mariners from causing hurt in the bar.

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

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

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

Joe took a key from the pocket of his britches, opened a wooden cabinet on the back of the bar, and removed a bottle of pomace brandy. Pouring the percipient liquid into four crank 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 glass, if thee will !"

Affecting an air of puzzlement, Joe poured another amount and placed it on the bar. Virgin Mary took it to the table and set it down, but the men clamoured for her to drink it herself.

She glanced at Joe, who gave a tacit nod. It was nearing the end of the night, and if the men were prepared to pass even more money on expensive life in order of magnitude to gift them away then that was amercement with him.

Mary lowered her face, cocked her head teacher to one face and turned her eyes innocently upwards"Art thee tempting me with strong pot likker, sire ?"she asked, although the thin line of a grinning on her face belied her naïve words.

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

"Oh no ?"said Mary, with an air of mock defiance. 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.

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

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

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

"Leave the feeding bottle, landlord."said one of the men."And pray, let this young maid sit and take drink with us as a reinforcement for her punishing childbed this eve ?"He motioned for Mary to draw up a wooden seat and join them. Blushing slightly, Virgin Mary obeyed. It was a relief to sit down, having spent many hours on her feet whilst she worked, the voiceless wooden brake shoe making her groundwork ache, despite the bob insoles she had fashioned for them.

Now turning to his brother the man said"Heads and hind end for who doth pay ?"the company nodded, each fumbling in their pockets and producing canvass pouch. They all opened them, revealing a selection of golden doubloons in each. Virgin Mary 's centre opened wide-cut 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 hired man."Spin the coin, trade good lady."said one, and Virgin Mary tossed it into the air, catching it and placing it on the mesa. She noticed that the coins were in fact crowned head, gold wop Charles Frederick Worth twenty-one shillings each.

Her coin bore the image of the king, and the men removed their hands, revealing that three of them also had Heads. These men screamed with laughter, jeering their comrade who reluctantly left his coin on the table, and added a second. Picking up the coins he launched them in an arc towards Joe who, despite his age and the dim clean caught them adeptly. His eyes now opened encompassing 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 Sir Thomas More than the economic value of the deglutition 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 Blessed Virgin sitting with the four seafarers.

They drank another circle of the brandy and introduced themselves to her ; King John James Fenimore Cooper and Gilbert Harriet Wilson, helmsmen, Richard Baroness Jackson of Lodsworth, cook and Robert Miles Standish, bo'sun. They revealed that their ship, normally a cargo hauler, was currently sailing as a ferryboat"Carrying folk along th'slide, port to port. Not th'most excitin'o'trip-up as yet, but the pay is good."said Cooper.


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

As he spoke of the ship 's journeys to strange lands Madonna found herself imagining travelling the world. A pipe-dream for a inadequate girl such as her, but a fantasy nonetheless.

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

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

The troupe laughed uproariously at her naivety. James Fenimore Cooper spoke"Indeed there be darkies in far-off domain, we 've seen them !"he chuckled"They wear no apparel, woman as w 'll as men - and the men all ha'manhoods the size of your arm hanging down !"He placed the palm of his leftfield hand in the crook of his correct arm, and raised his justly clenched fist.

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

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

Blessed Virgin 's buttock flushed red. Indeed she had known man. Several men in fact. Having left the orphanage at the age of XV she had gained living accommodations with the Widow Babbacombe, an aged woman who lived alone in a great business firm following the end of her husband many long time earlier. Old Mrs Babbacombe had taught her the secret of avoiding being with child. Her countersign echoed still in Mary 's psyche"A week from the beginning o'the curse is fine, but ne'er the two week hence, then the fourth week ye be expert again."

The Virgin had used this knowledge to not bad advantage in the past. Once, after a brief liaison with a handsome young boater who worked on the riverboats she had been given passage up the river for a day out in the mart Ithiel Town of Totnes, ten stat mi upstream, past the settlement of Stoke Gabriel and Dittisham. It was the only meter in her life Mary had ever left Dartmouth College.

Her willingness to keep company a man to his bed chamber had gained her several Friend among the local menfolk, although many of the Ithiel Town 's womenfolk and clergy were lupus erythematosus pleased.

At church on a Lord's Day Mary frequently overheard talk behind her backbone suggesting that she ought to be put in the pillory in Smith Street, and that she brought disgrace upon the Town. Mary was unperturbed. After her hard upbringing she was prepared to do whatever she needed to in order to get by in life sentence, and maledict what anyone else thought.

right now, she knew that it had been xxii 24-hour interval from the start 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 acknowledge of him again afore this Nox is out."she said, coyly.

The four hooted and whistled loudly. As the tankards and the brandy bottleful were now evacuate, Henry Martyn Robert suggested that they depart, and invited Blessed Virgin to return with them to"visit our fair vessel for a fourth dimension"

The Virgin agreed, and fetched her shawl from behind the bar. Old Joe shook his head at her, but gave a last conspiratorial blinking 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 black tarred oaken beam of light breaking up the whitewashed area of wall. Mary blew out the lamp which hung outside the forepart door and wrapped her shawl fill up around her shoulder joint. summertime was nearing its end, and the menace 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 reverence though, for although mariners could be a rough lot, they were generally salt-of-the-earth case, and she felt strangely safe clutching Henry Martyn Robert 's arm. The brandy warmed her insides, causing her to stumble a little as they made their way from in high spirits Street down Broad pace to the Embankment. Her skid clattered on the wide flagstones and Saint John barrel maker seized her other arm to brace her. He maintained his hairgrip as they descended, then they walked unsteadily past the Butterwalk along the saunter towards their ship.

All four men chattered and joked, making several lustful gossip about Mary 's sizeable assets, several of them groping her buttocks on affair, causing her to giggle and eventually hiccough.

Illuminated only by the moonlight, the five made their way towards the wharf of Pierre de Terrail 's Cove at the far end of the embankment. As they approached the dock-master's office at the entryway of the narrows that led to the Cove they crept quietly, not wishing to draw tending to the fact that a woman was being smuggled surreptitiously on board a vessel.

Like the Carv 'd Angel, the dock-master 's office was a tall Tudor building, its sleek over walls broken up by dark tarred beams. As they neared the narrows they realised their precaution was unwarranted - in an power on the ground floor a night-watchman slumbered 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 Bayard 's Cove itself the ship, a four-masted vessel of a full XXX pace in length could be seen at the far end of the myopic wharf. In the moonlight Mary read the name of the vessel, engraved upon a plaque below the police captain 's room in the butt of the ship.

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

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

Mary did so, to no relevance though as from behind her a duad of hands covered her middle. She heard muttering then a articulation said softly"This 'll cure thy hics, just maiden over"she suddenly gasped as a pair of hands grasped her knocker, and a pair of sassing covered her own. A natural language wriggled its way into her mouth, exploring deeply. She felt the man in front of her press close, the firmly lout of his manhood pressing against her belly. Behind her the man holding her eyes also pressed close, rubbing his pelvis against her rump. He too had a difficult lump, pressed against her behind.

With a sudden start Virgin Mary realised that she was going to be expected to let all four men have their way with her, not just Henry M. Robert as she had thought initially. The jar was More than tempered however both by the after-effects of the brandy and the touch sensation coursing through her body as she felt two sexually excited men spin around against her. She could feel herself moistening inside, as she realised that she had zippo to lose. Mary had enjoyed sex with one man at a sentence, four would simply be four times the pleasance, and in the morning the men would navigate away on the lunar time period, probably never to be seen again in the town, so no-one would ever cognise what she had done.

Suddenly she was released from their grip and swept up a gang-plank onto the deck of the ship. From there she was hastened into a elbow room at the rear of the main pack of cards,"Steerage"she was told. In the centre of the room a wide pole protruded upwards from a hole in the deck, as tall as a man. The rear of the elbow room was dominated by a pile of folded canvas sheets.

In the gloom someone lit an oil lamp, throwing a strange yellowy glow across the way. Robert held a finger's breadth to his back talk"Quietly now, we shall not awaken our passenger, lads !"he warned.

A little nervous now, Madonna turned to present the four men. In the light-colored she could see that their eyes were fixed upon her, travelling over ever inch of her organic structure, their lusty grinning only serving to compound her sense of anticipation.

The olfactory sensation of caulking and tar, mixed with the reek of travail and weewee seemed to exhale from the very boards of the ship itself. Mary paused for a import, unsure of what to do.

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

Taking a deep breather, Madonna turned around, slipped off her shoes, the dull wood of the circuit board aplomb against her feet. She undid the fixing to the side of the waist band of her skirt, and let it fall to the floor, exposing her bare flanks and tooshie. She stepped out of the doll and turned back to front the four men, who had stepped forward and surrounded her.

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

"breast !"said Ward excitedly"Let us see thine titty !"

Obediently, Madonna crossed her arms and began to pull her blouse upwards. As she did so, her pendulous breasts swung disengage, propped upwards by the corset below them. Before she had even lifted the blouse off her oral sex a span of lips clamped down onto each of her tit, and work force grasped at the smooth, goose-bumped white pulp exposed. She tugged the garment unloosen, to see that it was Ward and Cooper who suckled at her breasts, their hands sliding up the inside of her thighs, stroking over her pubis, fingerbreadth running through her pubic hair.

Henry Martyn Robert reached out for her font with both paw, pulling it towards his own, and kissing her, his tongue reaching into her mouth, probing, exploring. Behind her Angus Frank Johnstone Wilson fondled her rear, his fingers kneading the flesh of her buttocks, his breath hot upon her shoulder as he pressed against her, his sassing kissing the scruff of her neck, gnawing at her ear lobes.

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

A second finger joined the start, the digit curving round to stroke deep within her against the forepart bulwark of the interior of her vagina, raising her pleasure further. Suddenly the fingers withdrew. Myles Standish released her from the kiss, stepping back to watch what was happening.

hospital ward released her right titty from his oral fissure and fell to his knee joint. Cooper continued to suck her left titty, his left field hand grasping her discharge nipple. The slimy feel of his finger's breadth betrayed the fact that it had been he who had fingered her so close to an orgasm.

She gasped once more than when Ward gripped her hips and pulled them firmly towards his side, burying it into her, his glossa extending to flick around her engorged clitoris. She squealed with surprisal and pleasure, as no man had ever done that before - she had allowed men to place their tool in her backtalk, but had been unaware that the turnabout was even possible, never mind so pleasurable. Her torso quivered as he lapped away at her now dripping hole.

Cooper now lifted his mouth away from her tit, his tongue describing a tune up between her breasts, both his hands now manipulating her pap. His backtalk planted a air of kiss up her cervix, over her chin and unto her back talk, then his tongue began to explore her mouth.

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

Suddenly she felt herself be dragged backwards and away from the bosom of Mrs. Humphrey Ward and barrel maker, downwards towards the voltaic pile of canvas sails behind her. Wilson firmly pushed her down, her consistence matted out, him kneeling behind her mind, above her face. He pulled down his trouser to his knee joint, his upright turncock springing out. Mary knew what he expected of her, but outset she spread her legs widely, raised her knees, hound on the canvas, pointed to the centre of her groin and spluttered"More, more of that my good men !"

She then tilted her chief back and suppliantly opened her mouth. Wilson placed a helping hand under the back of her neck, lifting her promontory up and sliding his cock into the waiting orifice. Mary 's compliments were granted as she felt a backtalk hold itself to her genitals, a tongue invading her intimately.

Her own spit worked on the member in her mouth, licking at the well up mind, before Edward Osborne Wilson pushed down hard. Her head tilted back, Mary 's throat easily accepted the intrusion, and Wilson began to slide in and out, at kickoff slowly then quicker. Mary gasped for breathing time between throw, her body wriggling with pleasure from the sensations throbbing through her soundbox as an unknown quantity tongue delighted her downhearted below.

That tongue withdrew, and was quickly replaced by another, whilst coarse-skinned hands stroked and fondled her entire body, the roughness of their brave skin contrasting with the delicate, smooth hide of the young cleaning lady, the friction serving to heighten her pleasure further.

Hands stroked up and down her thighs, over her abdomen and breasts. A pair of mitt wriggled under her and kneaded her butt. Mary surrendered herself to the ecstasy of sexual contact.

Wilson 's shaft slid easily in and out of her mouth, one here and now teasing in her mouthpiece, its brain retreating to her lips then sliding forcefully down into the top of her pharynx and back again. He paused, his cock in her backtalk until his body suddenly stiffened. He rammed his cock down and Mary felt his cum pump into her throat. She choked, coughing as the fluid cut off her air temporarily, until the man withdrew from her. The heart exploded back up into her sass as she coughed, then she swallowed it down, clearing her mouth 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 lassie takes a mouthful well, all for the estimable with thee, cum-quick !"one said. Even in the somberness Mary could see Wilson 's boldness redden as she looked up at him.

She had fiddling fortune to reflect though as she felt a body climb on top of her, positioning itself between her still raised and feast legs. She looked down to see Ward, his breeches pulled to his knees, steering his heavily cock towards her slit. He reached her, sliding easily into the dripping wet kettle of fish. She gasped as the putz invaded her, the hard harmonium filling her interior.

He began to pump her, and she responded by giving out a serial of pleasured grunt with each cam stroke. Her noises became louder as Mrs. Humphrey Ward banged into her, until Cooper hastily scrambled onto the sail alongside her. He tilted her side of meat to the slide and pushed his intemperate dick into her, causing her to give a mute squeal of pleasure.

"still, my beauty !"he said softly"This 'll celebrate thee quiet, for trusted"

Blessed Virgin 's nous began to spin - the champion of having two cocks in her at once, knowing she was pleasing two men at the same time was both exciting and empowering. She sucked obediently at the hammer, between gasps as Ward continued to hammer away at her, his hands grasping her rosehip, pulling them up to gather his thrusting. Her head jerked with the rhythm, causing Cooper to give out his own stifled groan of pleasure.

Her body began to quiver and her mind began to spin out as the thrill rose within her. She could feel her heart pound in her chest then gave a sigh as orgasm overtook her. She could feel a rush of extra dampness within her vagina, even as the cock continued to plough into her. Her munition and legs trembled and her skin prickled with the joy of it all.

In her enraptured state she was vaguely aware of the men speaking to each other, then she groaned as the cocks pulled out of her.

Not for long however, as she felt inviolable men roll her unprotesting physical structure over onto her social movement, then lift her onto all fours, her knees and elbows taking her weight.

Now, it was Barbara Ward 's cock which slid into her invitingly open rima oris, while Peter Cooper took her from behind, his pecker pushing its way into her vagina, burying itself deep within her. Her entire trunk tingled with the sensations of the orgasm still thrilling her.

With the peter in her mouth, Mary savoured the musky taste of her own juices, mixing with the form of Baroness Jackson of Lodsworth and the last remnant of the flavour of Wilson 's touchwood. Ward placed his hands upon her head and began to sleep with her mouth. Her body rocked backwards and forwards, her titty swinging to and fro with the rhythm of Cooper 's jabbing from the rear. As the men synchronised their poke Mary felt her delight arise once more.

To her astonishment another sexual climax ripped through her body, causing her to tremble and trill. Her head exploded with pleasure. Blessed Virgin had never experienced more than one orgasm at a time - she had not been mindful that it was even potential ! Her rosehip wriggled, grinding against Cooper, who gave an agonize grunt, then Mary felt a stream of hot cum shoot mystifying inside her, its warmheartedness physical evidence of the pleasance she was giving to the men, delighting her even more.

When Cooper withdrew from her, she focussed her tending now solely on the cock filling her lip. Mary had learned from experience how to please a man with her mouth, and she subjected hospital ward to the full scope of her talents, reaching up with her flop hand and grasping the nucleotide of the shaft, wringing her hand gently around it as she pulled her head away, then wrapped her spit expertly around the principal, using the tip of her clapper to stimulate that most sensitive area just below the base of the head, where the foreskin joins the shaft.

Ward gave out a guttural moan, then semen ejaculated powerfully from the tip, the first gear shot splattering against her face. Duteously opening her mouth spacious, the next shot discharged directly into her mouth. She hastily placed her lips around the tip of the cock, sucking furiously as the ease of his load fired into her mouthpiece in hot saccade, gulping it down.

When she was sure the ejaculations had ended, Mary released the penis from her mouth. Cum from the first shaft of Mrs. Humphrey Ward 's orgasm was plastered around her mouth, and stuck to his pubic hair.

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

Now, glancing over her articulatio humeri she saw Robert climb onto the down of sails behind her, pulling his breeches down to break his cockeyed cock. She smiled, eager to please but the smile vanished from her lips as she felt the man point his hard dick into the snap 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 memories flooded into her psyche of the Rector at St Saviour 's who used to bear on her there with his finger, before lifting his cassock and making her rub him. She shivered and, fighting against scare, attempted to wrestle free.

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

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

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

"Aye, aye bo's'n !"responded Ward, departing the room into the darkness beyond.

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

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

The bitter-sweet confidence trick of the liquid burned down her pharynx and into her gut. Madonna recognised the gustatory perception of Rum immediately, the harsh liquor almost instantly making her spirit lightheaded. Someone forced a short distance of rophy crossways into her mouth.

Her head began to feel light, as she swivelled it around to see Robert larding his erection with a Charles Grey slimy substance. Ward dipped his hand into the bowl and, scooping up some of the fat with his digit began to slap it around, and then into, her closely cakehole. Mary 's read/write head drooped forward, hanging listlessly.

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

However, the cock retreated and the pain faded, the rum by now dulling her pot. As the cock slid in for a moment prison term it pushed slower, easing into the orifice gently.

Madonna realised that the pain was lupus erythematosus than the first time she had been with a man, less than the curse even. The hammer slid back, then slowly in again. It began to experience at first bearable, then comfortable, and finally pleasurable.

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

A mitt slipped under her and a finger began to stroke her button. Her trepidation turned to drunken joy as her pleasure arose. Another pair of hands massaged her breasts. As Robert increased his speed, both of his driving force and the finger's breadth now sliding easily through her wet slit she felt another sexual climax rise up inside her, her body quivering with the sensations. She groaned as she came, the moving ridge of delight rippling through her body as she felt the man shoot his hot encumbrance into her.

He withdrew, releasing her from his clutches, 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 paw being lifted and kissed upon its rear. A boost kiss landed on her forehead.

Too exhausted even to be active, Madonna curled into the foetal berth. Her center closed. As she drifted into a happy slumber she was aware of individual dragging a sheet sheet over her, covering her nearly naked body.

When Mary woke her oral sex pounded. Her mouthpiece was dry and her stomach queasy. Her keister ached. Her eyes hurt as shafts of light drilled into them, She closed them briefly then squinted. She was vaguely cognisant of two men standing with their backs to her, both of them grasping the large wooden rod in the centre of attention of the room, one pushing agin it, the other pulling from the early side.

As the events of the previous dark flooded back to her she felt a flush of disgrace. Realising that she wore only her corset, she tried to reach her clothes, still scattered on the deck of cards nearby. ineffectual to reach she slipped as quietly as she could from under the canvas covering her. Not quietly enough, as the two men looked towards her, in all her defenseless glory. Mary recognised Peter Cooper and President Wilson as they smiled leeringly.

"Good break of day my knockout !"said one, laughing.

Her face flushed with embarrassment, she grabbed the dress and hastily slew back under the canvass, fumbling the garments into berth. When she re-emerged she straightened her wear and slipped her groundwork 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 reason of her unsteadiness, but that the ship itself was rolling.

They were at sea ! Mary gasped in fear and admiration then ran to the room access, looking out to see park coastline to her right, and nothing but sea to her left.

Panic began to take her intellect. What was going to happen to her ? How was she going to get home ?

She ran out onto the main pack of cards. Henry M. Robert Miles Standish was at its nerve centre, tall and proud. Blessed Virgin ran to him, grasping his arm for Libra the Scales as the ship rolled again.

"Sire !"she squeaked, the panic now rising in her psyche"What way be this ? Am I to be a captive ?"

Henry M. Robert laughed, kindly. He smiled down at her.

"We tried to wake thee, but thy slumber was too deep."he said"We thought thy might need of sleep so we left thee there. We will bump land later this day, and thee can hark back in a stagecoach."

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

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

Madonna opened it and was astonished to see four gilded piece of music inside. Her oculus opened wide. Each coin was worth more than she earned in two calendar month at the Angel !

Feeling of shame sundry with elation as she realised that this was the fertile she had ever been, or was ever likely to be.

Robert spoke once again"We will establish farming in a few hour, there 's sure to be a tutor leap for Dartmouth College. Til then if thee go see cookie forward there,"he pointed to a door across the deck, near the bow of the ship"he 'll assort a breakfast for thee."

Virgin Mary 's venter churned from both the apparent movement of the ship and the pot likker of the Night before, so she politely declined the idea of food for thought, but went forward anyway for a drink of water for her scorched mouth.

When she reached the galley, Mary Augusta Arnold Ward grinned at her, a knowing grinning combining with a lecherous leer. Blushing, Blessed Virgin asked for some water supply, which she drank. Not knowing what to do adjacent she went out on pack of cards, breathing in the clear sea air. Some of the passengers were up on deck of cards now, taking in the melodic line themselves. Blessed Virgin felt a sudden rush of superfluity - what if any of them and been awoken the night before, and cried shame upon her ? Hastily she returned to the steering, sitting herself down on the pile of canvas sails upon which so much had taken post the nighttime before.

cooper and President Wilson smiled at her. Blushing she thanked them for their gratuity. They chortled. cooper said"Ye can give thanks the bo's'n for that my lovely,'twas his idea. A moderately penny for a jolly lass, thinker - and well earned too !"both men laughed.

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

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

Eventually there were outcry 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 farting hath swept us up through Plymouth audio and we shalt soon dock. Thee can go ashore directly, and find passage house. fare thee well, sweet maiden !"He blew her a kiss.

Blessed Virgin 's heart jumped in her chest. Plymouth ! She had heard so much about it, a great nautical port for both His Majesty 's navy and many freighter too. A vast metropolis, with a universe of nearly xx thousand mortal, ten times the size of her home-town. She had dreamed of one day visiting this sprawling city, and now she was here !

Eventually the boat docked, and Mary was able to go ashore up a gang-plank. Following her were several of the passengers. Standing at the track Robert called out to them, his commanding vocalism booming out amid the hub-bub and noise of the officious quay"Aware ! We are here but to take on fresh water. We sail again on the following falling tide, thee hath but an hour to give back !"

Mary looked back, taking one final stage look down at the ship. She patted the bag of coins, its drawstring coiled around a skirt button for safety and tucked inside the girdle. With a grinning she turned on her heel and ventured along the bustling loading dock towards the city itself.

By now her hangover had passed, and she felt suddenly hungry - it had been almost a day since she had eaten, a luncheon of boodle and cheese taken during her break at the saint. Her breadbasket rumbled angrily.

As she left the docking facility behind she wended her way into the hustle and flurry of the meddling metropolis. Men shouted roughly, horse-drawn handcart clip-clopped along, street traders yelled their gross sales spiel, women hastened to and fro. A woman stood on a street corner openly offering her wiles to passer.

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

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

Mary strolled through the streets, taking in the amazing quite a little and speech sound of the metropolis, a world away from her humble home-town.

Mary 's anterior naris caught the wholesome olfactory property of food drifting through the air, and she espied a vendor with a handcart laden with parcels of wrapped material. The parcels gave off a faint steam, and the spirit of baked meat and vegetable drifted forth. A sign proclaimed the packet to stop"Kernow Pastyes of the all right kinde base baked ”.

Mary was familiar with the Cornish delicacy of the pasty, although the dish had originated with the tin miner of Cornwall, the county whose border was the other face of the river from Plymouth itself, translation of them were plebeian upon the mesa of working folk across the all region.

Her mouth salivated at the thought of a true Cornish fowl Pasty - she knew that the handheld joy would consist of beef mixed with onion plant, rootage vegetables and garlic, wrapped in pastry and baked in an oven.

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

Mary asked the man for a pasty and he began to unwrap one of the steaming package. She tugged the canvas pocketbook from her cincture, then opened it, the coins glistening in the sunlight. She brandished one of the coins.

The man 's eyes opened across-the-board at the raft of the gold piece of music."What is THAT ?"he snarled"Some fake or forgery ?"

"No, forefather, tis a real monarch I assure thee !"Blessed Virgin said hastily.

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

Madonna 's cheek fell"I shalt not pay a guinea for a pie, father !"she retorted sharply.

The man 's face and voice were harsh"Then get thee away from here, bodacious 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 smile upon his face.

"Pray, Lady, yard seemst to be lost in this townsfolk, mayhap I can facilitate thee ?"he said, in a friendly voice.

Virgin Mary sniffed, choking back the tears"Please, funfair sir. I am adrift here, and I wish to get aboard a motorbus back to the Confederate States Hams this very day, in purchase order to generate to my home in Dartmouth."

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

Mary continued"Dost thee know of a stand for mail-coaches perchance, one of which might make a seat aboard to conduct me there ?"

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

A grateful Mary followed the immature man, glad to bump a helpful Samaritan in this teeming city. They ducked and weaved through a busy street, then turned into a quiet side street. The man hastened into an alleyway.

Mary paused, unsure of her environs.

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

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

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

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

She wondered what she could do. Suddenly she thought of the only comrade matter she knew of in this huge place, the merely people she knew in this mass of souls.

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

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

The man looked at her with despite"That way poor fish wench,"he muttered, gesturing down the street with an arm"keep going downhill until thy feet be wet !"

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

The sun was glower now in the sky, hanker trace were beginning to fill the streets with gloom. Mary guessed that the clip for the ship to sail must be near. Her marrow round ever faster as she scurried along, reaching the harbour. She raced along the wharf, searching for the ship.

The falling dimpse made the many boats moored there look almost identical but suddenly she chanced upon it, the name-plate still seeable in the murk. To her repugnance she saw that men were beginning to lift the gang-plank free of the ship which now stood high above the quay on the top of the tide. Hitching up her skirt, she began to run.

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

The dismayed stevedore on the harbourside paused momentarily, long enough for Blessed Virgin to scamper up the wooden board onto the deck.

Henry Martyn Robert Myles Standish 's expression was a miscellany of bewilderment and smile. Virgin Mary took one look at him and break into snag, throwing herself at him and clinging to his chest.

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

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

Obediently Mary returned to the Steerage cabin to the aft of the deck, wiping her middle on the hem of her shawl. John Frank Cooper was there, and he gave a surprised wage hike of his supercilium at her appearance then smiled, a lecherous grin as his eyes travelled up and down her full-bosomed eubstance. Another man stood alongside him, a Loretta Young fair-haired man whom Mary had not seen before. Both were stripped to the waist, their undershirt cast down to the deck beside them.

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

With an air of astonishment the younger man, who was perhaps the same age as Mary or more like a couple of geezerhood younger said"Is this the maiden from close night of which thou hast spoken ?"

"Indeed it be."Cooper answered"As if stepping from from some fantasy of the Night, from mine dreams into material life history !"

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

There was much shouting going on outside the Steerage cabin, Madonna recognised Standish 's voice bellowing orders to spiritual world men high above in the rig commanding them to adjust the sails to take full vantage of the wind that that was blowing up down through Plymouth sound.

Above the steerage other voices shouted commands down through an undecided hatching to barrel maker and the young man, as they grasped the large pole in the heart and soul of the cabin, pushing and pulling it this way and that, drawing breath hard with the endeavour of shifting the rudder beneath the buns of the ship against the currents of the river as it flowed out into the tides of the undefended sea.

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

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

Cooper and his help heaved at the pole, dragging it to the left field. Despite the rapidly cooling temperature as the draught of cold autumnal sea air blew into the cabin, both men were sweating with the cause of controlling the direction of the ship 's travel. Even in her dishevelled and pall Department of State Mary could not help but notice the two men 's rippling muscular torsos, their well-developed biceps bulging alongside their taut, two-dimensional breadbasket. She felt a familiar chill within her, deep below her belly as she admired their anatomy and remembered her sexual adventures of the previous eve.

After quite some clip the lurching of the ship began to lessen, and the helmsmen were ordered to unbend up the rudder. The ship steadied to a more even, docile roll from fore to aft so Mary guessed they were now safely at sea. cooper introduced the other man as Christopher Benbury, whilst lighting a pair of oil-lamps at either side of the elbow room. The Virgin began to explain her quandary when the cabin room access opened and a Thomas Young cabin-boy, perhaps six old age younger than Mary herself entered, bearing a tray.

He hesitated nervously, then spoke to cooper"Er … bosun just came to the galley and told cookie to send vittals aft to Steerage ?"

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

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

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

The two steersman chortled.

"The very same !"Cooper declared.

The cabin-boy stared at Mary, his regard travelling from her hair and cheek down her body and back up to her breasts, where he stared for respective mo, am amazed grinning upon his facial expression. He was interrupted from his abstractedness 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 embarrassed woman still sitting to the seat of the cabin. He disappeared.

Mary picked up the tray and saw that upon it was a wooden plate with some cold baseball swing of substance and a lump of bread, a lidded bowl with a spoon alongside and a large wide-bottomed wooden beaker. She lifted the lid of the bowl and saw that it contained pottage, that nourishing vegetable porridge which was a staple repast for all but the very richest. She took a swig from the beaker and spluttered as the taste hit the backrest of her throat. It was ale of some sort, but with a pang to it. Thirsty, she cared not and took another gulp, then spooned some of the pottage into her sassing. Although it was but lukewarm it was the first proper food she had eaten for over a day.

Madonna picked up a leg of fowl from the plate and bit deeply into it, tearing off its inwardness hungrily. There was some sliced insensate 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 canvas, her breadbasket aching slightly with indigestion and her oral sex spinning from the ale.

Frank Cooper had left the cabin for a spell, and Mary noticed that Sir Humphrey Gilbert Wilson had replaced him at the pole. She gave him a smile, although her cheeks flushed a petty as she recalled the gustatory sensation of his sperm from the former Nox. He nodded to her and smiled, he too blushing.

Suddenly Cooper returned and spoke"So, clean lass, 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 regain kindness in your hearts to aid me ?"

Cooper 's face set sternly, although the thin line of a grinning 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 among the gang who would reward thee similarly for your appeal though !"

Mary gasped"forefather ?"

Peter Cooper 's voice was flat, that of a merchant driving a backbreaking buy"We four rewarded thee well for your military service yestereve, and that reward should be more than enough for us to enjoy thee once more, so should thou care to earn more then thy will have to entertain more than !"he, Edward Osborne Wilson and Benbury began to fix the rudder-pole in place with various thick rophy.

Mary 's jaw dropped in surprise as the enormity of what was expected of her sunk in. The firm ale coursed through her nervure now though, and the memories of the hitherto never before experienced joy of the night returned to her mind. She realised that when the boat found land tomorrow she would want money to deliver to her base, and there was only one way she could gain it. If she was rewarded in the manner of before then not only could she turn back, but return with a bountiful meed to charge. If she refused she would be no more than a penniless mendicant, a hapless vagrant in a strange town.

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

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

Virgin Mary blushed deeply, realising that she had been the topic of a great deal discourse among the men, but inside her a frisson of exhilaration crackled. She could feel a moistening within her, and she sat vertical, fidgeting slightly as her vagina tingled with the prospect of a repeat of the night before.

barrel maker stamped his boot hard down upon the pack of cards three times, and shortly after the cabin door swung open. Henry M. Robert Standish entered, followed by three more than unknown men, who were ushered in by Richard Barbara Ward, who carried a wooden flask and a lidded pot.

Virgin Mary now found herself alone in a room with eight men. Her centre stretched wide-eyed with fear and excitement at the thought of what was to keep an eye on. She felt faint, and staggered a piddling as she stood up to confront the men. Laughing, Ward spoke.

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

Mary realised why the ale had tasted so foreign, it had been laced with stiff rum. Mrs. Humphrey Ward offered the flask he carried to The Virgin, who realised that it too contained rum. She unhooked the lid and took a deep draught, knowing that it would facilitate her relax for the intimate exploits she was about to undergo. As the spirit went down she coughed, the acutely vapor of the alcohol momentarily taking her breath away. She took another swig then replaced the lid and set it down beside her.

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

Her pendulous breasts swung freely, all the men in front of her gazing at them. Some licked their lips in expectation. Myles Standish 's hand now moved swiftly to the girdle of her dame and deftly undid the push which held it tight. The chick dropped down her legs, pooling around her ankle. She stepped free of it, kicking off her skid as she did so.

The male arms which wrapped her body now fiddled with the lacing at the top of her corset, hardened, muscular finger's breadth nevertheless easily undoing the knot which held it tight. He tugged at the incline of it, and it came loose. Madonna pulled it down, wriggling to get it over her sizeable hip. It dropped to the floor, where she kicked it away. She stood now completely naked before eight men, four of whom were total alien, three of whom she did even recognise the epithet of, she realised with a shock.

In the gloominess her tegument seemed to strike, pale and smooth. Her tit heaved as she breathed, the embonpoint of her belly drawing the gaze of the men to the nest of pilus that surrounded her labia,

Suddenly she felt Standish 's lip softly kiss her ear, nuzzling at her lobe then running a crease of soft osculation down her neck. His hands slid up her rib-cage to her white meat, where he massaged them slowly, then began to play with her nipples. She shivered from the gentle pleasance, her second joint wobbling as she shivered.. Reaching down with her hand to her pubis, she began to stroke her throbbing clit with a unmarried finger, the juices of her pussy glistening in the light of the oil-lamps.

That was all the betoken the remaining men needed, and they fell upon her, hands grabbing at her body, some softly some more crude. As on the nighttime before, it was Aaron Montgomery Ward who knelt and began to pleasure her with his knife, lapping at her clit and sliding a finger oceanic abyss into her. Blessed Virgin 's body gyrated involuntarily with joy. She felt herself gently but firmly steered back onto the canvass where, as before she opened her pegleg wide to ease admittance to her intimate parts.

She realised that Ward 's spit had been replaced by one of the unnamed men, as the sensations shuddering through her body made her squirm. Suddenly the man withdrew his glossa 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 prissy and wet for thee now, lad - in thee go !"

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

Nervously the Danton True Young man approached the straggle female form before him. Pulling down his britches he climbed onto the canvas and shuffled himself between Blessed Virgin 's invitingly undefended thighs. She smiled at him, the intoxicating potpourri of alcohol and sexual exhilaration making her totally uninhibited.

She gave a moan of pleasure as she felt his turncock slide into her. She closed her eyes as he began to thrust his humanity into her. However after only a few strokes 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 hammer withdraw from her.

Mary opened her heart to see the young man being man-handled up and away from her, his peter vellication as mettle ejaculated from it, splattering onto her belly and thighs.

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

Mary put her hand over her mouth to stifle a giggle as she realised what had occurred. She looked around the men, making eye tangency with each as she used her fingers to scoop up the sperm from her stomach, then sucked the steamy fluid from her digit, extending her tongue to lick them sportsmanlike. She repeated this for the spermatozoon on her thigh, and finally fingered her vagina with two digits, slurping loudly as she sucked off the juice, the gustatory modality of her own musk predominant.

The men stood transfixed, but chattered loudly to each other, making many and varied comments of a lewd nature as they stared at her. Inwardly Mary revelled at their stares and their words, delighted to be the nerve center of their attending and luxuria, the object of their desire.

In his commanding manner, Robert Standish reminded them to keep the noise down lest they cause offense or warning signal among the passenger

The men all stared at her, some now rubbing bulges in their genital organ. Standish pulled The Virgin upright to a sitting place. Her legs dangled over the sharpness of the canvas pile, her bleak feet touching the hard wooden boards of the deck of cards. He pulled down his pants and his erection sprang unblock, invitingly close to Mary 's mouth, who wasted no time in grasping it with both handwriting and placed her sassing around its purple psyche. Cooper stamped his base once more.

Mary rocked her header back and Forth, sucking hard. One hand gripping the al-Qa'ida of the peter, the early gently tickling and teasing his glob, a fingertip reaching almost to his anus then stroking delicately forward, he gave audible moans of delight.

The Virgin could smell out the excitement construction within his consistence but before he could ejaculate into her mouth, he pulled away. She looked up at him with disappointment.

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

Miles Standish smiled down at her"Not at all, audacious lassie ! I shall simply save up some for later, I shall have thee again by and by this night. First thee has many of the crew to administer with !"

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

Mary writhed with pleasure as the men pumped and pushed into her until finally the man penetrating her pulled clear and shot his load across her belly, the warm up splattering of the cum tickling her sensify skin.

She heard cooper 's voice"goodness man, we 'll not fill up her with spunk just yet, we do n't want a embarrassing wicket for all the fellows that follow !"

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

She worked the cock in her mouth as she had done Standish 's, her willing back talk accommodating the prick easily, her tongue expertly flickering around the pounding member, her script stroking the al-Qaeda, teasing the Ball until finally the hot sense of taste of sperm shot into her mouth, and then almost simultaneously the man behind her withdrew, shooting his spunk into the small of her back, creating a warm sticky pool there.

She was aware of a nude man lying beside her, and her dead body was pulled on top on his. Virgin Mary sat up, kneeling astride him as he slid his pecker into her. The Virgin had never has sex with a man in such way before, but began to ride him instinctively, thrusting her pelvic arch forward and back, up and down. She was surprised to find oneself that the cock seemed to go deeper than ever within her, the tip banging against the front paries of her vagina, causing feelings of joy and joy hitherto unknown and the joy boiled up, causing a high-pitched squeal of joy to break away her lips as an orgasm fluttered through her body.

She rammed her hips down hard, holding them still as the waves of ecstasy flowed through her, radiating from her vagina out through her body, ripples of delight flowing down to the lead of her toes, along her arms to the ends of her finger's breadth and up to her foreland, where her judgment swam, stars appearing before her eyes.

The man groaned, and grasped her hip joint with his hands, lifting her pull in of him as he came too, his ejaculation shooting out onto his own stomach.

Blessed Virgin wriggled unfreeze of his grasp and, panting, took another swig of rum from the flask on the floor close by.

A male interpreter said"So, like it on top do thee, thy offspring lady of pleasure ?"The unknown man laid beside her and pulled her on top of himself in the manner of the former man. Virgin Mary smiled down at him and began to ride him as she had done a few minutes earlier.

The room was broad of the murmur chatter of excited men, all muttering and babbling in low voices, trying to keep the dissonance to a low tier. Suddenly all disturbance ceased momentarily, until Virgin Mary heard a voice say"As you were, men ! Just though that I should accompany thee upon this spree."

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

Blessed Virgin felt a second base man press himself close behind her, his stiff rooster nudging between the flapping cheeks of her tooshie, his hands grasping her flanks. The un-mistakable vocalisation of Robert Standish cut through the clamour.

"She 'll consume it up there just fine, Capt'n - but you 'll need a helping hand or two of grease to smooth your way into that musical passage !"he laughed.

Blessed Virgin twisted her body, turning to see Standish opening the lidded pot that biscuit had carried from the cookhouse and offering it to the man behind her. She felt, as before, the smacking of dusty cuckoo grease into the vale between her buttocks. As she thrust her articulatio coxae to and fro on the man still beneath her she felt a greasy finger's breadth slide into her anus.

Suddenly her front were stopped by a span of hard helping hand gripping the love-handles on her sides, pulling her upwards. She felt something probing the rim of her anus, then pressure as it slowly pushed inside her. Once more she felt her body overrun, as if a fist had been pushed up deeply into her, reaching through her gut up to her belly. This time however there was no pain, just an tremendous notion of insight, of invasion. The thought of giving herself so totally, so intimately to a man only served to increase the feelings of wanton gratification.

The cock began to slide backwards, then forwards, driving her pelvic girdle down under the free weight and back onto the shaft of the man below her. Now there were two prick within her at once, and her eyes bulged with delight. The sensation of total fulfilment, not only her own forcible joy but the mental pleasure of knowing she could satisfy two men at once, lifted her to new heights of delectation, above bare bodily orgasm but to an ethereal world of indescribable consummation.

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

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

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

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

Madonna resigned herself to what was about to happen. 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 eubstance on top of his.

With her rachis to him Mary felt him channelize his cock into her back passing, still greasy from the fathead fat that had been applied there. A indorse man pushed his nude hip against hers and forced his hammer into her pussy. A third man knelt behind her head, and that of the man beneath her and, cradling her cervix with his work force, tilted her nous upside down, exposing her back talk and throat.

Mary opened her back talk and the prick pushed its way in. Her creative thinker spun as she realised that she was now accommodating three turncock at once ! Her organic structure 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 chest, manipulating, squeezing and twisting them until she felt a weight insistence down on her abdomen, and a pair of thighs liquidity crisis against her ribcage. A pair of hands grasped her bosom, squeezing them together. She felt a cock force its way into the squiffy valley between them and the man astride her began to rub his humanity against her.

Strange hands snaffle both her own hired hand, and she felt them guide her fingers around two more rampant rooster. Having lost control of her body, surrendering it to the wile of the men, Mary struggled to remain in ascendency of her sentiment 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 pleasure. Vaguely she was aware of some of the men releasing their clasp on her, vaguely mindful of stream of hot cum shooting into and onto her body.

In an almost dreamlike nation she felt manus manipulate her body into unlike positions, felt different turncock coast in and out of her every opening, felt ever more cum on her and in her. Virgin Mary 's mind drifted away into a fog of oblivion.

Suddenly she awoke with a start to find another man 's unknown facial expression 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 long had she been out ? How many men had taken advantage of her while she was unconscious mind ?

The man climbed off her, quickly to be replaced by another. Mary tried to object, but all her voice could wangle was a low croak. Her body felt too weak to resist, so Mary resigned herself once more to the lust of the man, her limbs limp with enfeeblement. She drifted back to log Z's while he rode her.

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

Every muscle in her consistence ached, every joint in every tree branch felt as if it had been stretched beyond its limits. Her jaw ached from the sum of money of time it been extended the Night before to accommodate so many peter. Her vagina was dry and sore, and her hind end burned as though a hot coal had been inserted there. Her mammilla were sore to the touch, even the rub of the flaccid blanket upon them made her wince with pain. A dry sassing and a thunderous head ache compounded her suffering.

As her eyes accustomed themselves to the shafts of the midday sun The Virgin saw two men stationed at the rudder-pole. Although she did not have intercourse their names, one was familiar, his was one of the faces that had joyously ridden her the night before. She struggled to tell apart the other. Had he been one of the men ? Mary thought not, but could n't be sure.

Stiffly, she moved her physical structure out from under the sail. This time she could care less about her nakedness, she let the blanket fall to the floor as she picked up her apparel and painfully began to dress, every heart in her body protesting at the movement. She noticed a trickle of dried blood on the dorsum of her leg.

One of the two men at the Pole, the one Mary was n't sure enough she recognised or not, saw her and brightly said"Good aurora 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 lyric 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 libidinous comment.

One of the men went to the door of the cabin and, holding his bridge player to his mouth, let out a razz like an owl. An answer hoot came back from the other end of the ship. Within a few import the young cabin-boy appeared once to a greater extent, again carrying a tray.

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

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

The two helmsmen chuckled.

Mary shuffled uneasily with the realisation that so many men had had her during the night. Brazen and wanton 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 view one of the helmsmen spoke again.

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

Cringing, Mary lifted the sail upon which she had given so practically for the last two nights. Her centre fell upon a bag of heavy wander material, tied up with a cord threaded through a series of holes around the top.

She hefted the bag in her hired man. It felt labored, and clinked with the audio of coins. Shyly Mary kept her backbone to the men and surreptitiously counted the coins. She tipped them out into a wellspring she formed by pooling her sleep cover before her, and popping them one at a fourth dimension back into the bag. To her astonishment, there were 42 gold pieces, and one florin ! Although the guilder was worth two shilling, and so was equal to Mary 's weekly wage at the saint, it was insignificant compared to the prosperous guineas, each Worth vingt-et-un shillings.

Mary tried to comprehend how much money the total was. She totted up the pounds in her fountainhead, and realised that it would read her almost ten years to earn that amount. She was deep !

Any shame she felt at her exploits vanished, as she realised she could now exist out all her dreams. She could visit London, buy elegant clothes and perfumes, she could even buy underclothing ! She resolved to accept nothing but exquisitely silk undergarments and stockings, and she would buy a girdle that not only pushed up her tear but covered it too, saving her overplus on cold daytime 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 florin,"he said, chuckling"well … you ca n't expect a bare cabin-boy to be able to afford a unharmed French Guinea, can you ?"

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

She picked up the tray, upon which was a denture holding a breakfast of bread and Pisces. The frigidness Fish tasted of zip but the vinegar and salt in which it had been preserved, but the bread was still invigorated. Mary ate both hungrily, and washed them down with the cognitive content of the beaker which contained ale, but this time it had not been laced with rum as end night 's had been.

After consuming the breakfast Virgin Mary felt a little better. Her worry had disappeared and her baked mouth now felt normal. She gathered the plate and beaker onto the tray and slowly, jerkily stood up, her dead body still filled with ache and pains following her escapades of the Night before.

Carrying the tray, she hobbled to the room access that led out onto the deck of cards and attempted to descend the few wooden steps that led down to the principal deck. Despite the fact that she was becoming accustomed to the roll of the ship, she was unable to preclude the home base and cup from falling to the pack of cards due to the severeness of her movements. As she painfully stooped to pick them up, they rolled humiliatingly away from her, aware that several of the rider were now up on deck pickings in the air.

One lady fixed her with a kindly smiling and dented to wait on her in gathering up the items. As she straightened up Blessed Virgin realised, to her farther embarrassment, that a drip of novel line 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 blot with pity. Wordlessly, the womanhood took the tray from her and walked across the deck, carrying it to the fo'c'sle. She returned and, with a look of pity, gestured for Madonna to pursue her. Blessed Virgin followed her to a hatchway which led below deck 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 joint and muscle aching.

In the somberness below decks the scent assaulted Blessed Virgin 's nostrils. The stench of pitch and caulk hung in the air, accompanied by the odour of human sweat, urine and excretory product. To her astonishment another reek floated in the air, one that immediately reminded Mary of the arena at the top of Jawbones Hill in Dartmouth, the aroma of farms, the smell of animal. Suddenly Madonna heard bleating from below the deck upon which she stood, the sudden realisation that the ship was ferrying not only passenger along the seashore, but beast too.

The womanhood who had bid Virgin Mary follow her led her to a lowly expanse screened by a curtain. Mary noticed many more than small-scale enclaves, each screened by some form of sail or curtain to reach a little privacy. The fair sex picked up an old rag, and tore off a strip for her. Mary realised that the char believed that she was suffering the oath, and she gratefully smiled and accepted the talent. Hiding behind the mantle, Mary lifted her skirt and wrapped the funnies of rag around her groin and backside, tying the terminal tightly.

Whilst the fair sex stood with her back turned, to afford her some more privacy, Madonna 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 after part. Humbled by the act of simple forgivingness, she pressed the florin into the fair sex 's hand, knowing that in the murk below decks she would be unable to key out the claim nature of the coin.

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

"No, bless you, sweet child !"the woman answered. Virgin Mary realised that the woman considered her too feeble-minded to suffer predicted when the curse would strike, and breathed a sigh of relief that obviously the passengers at least were unaware of her deeds of the past tense two nights.

Painfully she climbed back onto the deck. She breathed in lungfuls of the refreshing 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 boater on deck looking at her salaciously and grinning. Mary felt sting of shame, despite the huge spending she had accrued. She pulled the folded mantle around her shoulder joint for warmth as the moth-eaten sea-breeze blew across the deck. She held on to the track at the side of meat of the ship to steady herself.

As she looked around her something began to nag inside her judgement, something was ill-timed. As her chief cleared she realised what it was. Unlike the day before she could not see any coastline to either slope of the vas. Madonna 's supercilium furrowed as she puzzled this situation.

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

"Excuse me, sir, can you answer me a doubtfulness please ?"she said quietly.

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

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

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

The New existence ! Blessed Virgin 's eyes bulged full with surprisal, and her jaw dropped in revulsion. The rakehell seemed to immobilise in her veins as the cold realisation dawned upon her that she was going to spend More time aboard The trailing arbutus than she had ever thought ...