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



Mary 's Unexpected journeying

"MORE ALE, WENCH, More ALE !"the man cried, slamming his empty tankard on the wooden board, causing the flame from the candle in the centre to flicker. He and his three companion guffawed loudly and joined in a chorus of shout for more, laughing, stamping their substructure on the flagstones and banging their own tankards.

With a benign smile, Mary filled two pitcher of ale from the barrel of beer behind the bar retort and then, ducking under the oil-lamps that illuminated the bar, approached the men sitting at their table at the far incline of the elbow room.
Although they were getting a bit hooligan that was nix unexpected - many sailors visited the larboard of Dartmouth, its deep-water tidal estuary and high valley side of meat were the perfect protection for all size of it of ships. These men were no exception, hardened gob each and, typical of sailors ashore, drinking heavily.

However, they had good humour, and tipped well. Mary was pleased to serve them, as she was most matelows, as her hebdomadary pay of two Ugandan shilling was paltry. Tips from wealthy client 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 corset tightly, that men loved to depend down the valley formed by the gap between her generous bosom. Such men as those were inclined to tip more, and More often.

Mary was gladiola of her underbust corset, the solitary item of undergarments that she possessed. It held in her rounded tummy, and pushed up her bosom, giving her finis to the pattern she longed for, like the daguerreotypes of full-bodied and royal ladies from John Griffith Chaney which hung in the foyer of the town hall.

How Mary wished that one day she might chaffer London, its glamour and mystique seemed a life removed from that of a inadequate orphan miss in a small Devonshire townsfolk. Perhaps she might even go to a theatre to determine a bid by the man they called The Bard, who had died just a few twelvemonth earlier.

At twenty, The Virgin was as old as the century itself. Her father, a royal stag navy bosun, had died at sea when she was aged two, in a skirmish with a vessel of the Spanish navy blue, and her mother had succumbed to smallpox four yr later.

Her raising in the orphanhood of nonesuch Saviour 's had been austere and bleak, gruelling physical work and harsh handling. storage of being awoken early on chilly winter sunup, washing in frigidity weewee, dressing in the dark then walking across to the side by side Church of apotheosis Saviour 's in order to clean and round the ornate ironwork doorway, or dusting the interiors and seeing to the crucifix screen within came back to her mind.

Mary was slightly less inauspicious than some of the other small fry as an endowment, a legacy of her male parent 's death in the divine service of the power, ensured that she received more substantial meals than otherwise, although she often gave some of her food away to other children who remained hungry even after the day-after-day supper of vegetable broth and bread.

Beatings with a joint or belt were not uncommon, for girls as well as boys, although Mary often escaped penalization due to her capacity for hard graft and an aptitude for school moral, a determination to one day escape her poverty driving her on.
She had proved an able and aegir pupil in the classroom, learning her act by the age of nine, and her letters by thirteen.

Madonna was shaken from her reverie as she reached the tabular array, 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 twain of jugs !"said one, chuckling heartily.

"Arr, I do keep back thought process of peaches for some cause !"said another.

One of the men grabbed The Virgin's buttocks through the plait of her skirt 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 straw hat all laughed loudly.

The men had already tipped her a penny each, a day 's wages for a Danton True Young barmaid, and she well knew that mountain of flirting would earn her Thomas More besides.

Most of the other customers had slipped quietly into the duskiness of a Saturday dark, the local anesthetic only too aware that bibulous seamen were best avoided, and although these were private bottom 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 eyes. Outwardly he tried to impact an air of disapproval of his barmaid 's flirting but he knew that it was unspoiled for business, and usually prevented boozy mariner from causing equipment casualty in the bar.

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

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

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

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

"Landlord ! Another deoxyephedrine, if thee will !"

Affecting an air of befuddlement, Joe poured another measure and placed it on the bar. Mary took it to the mesa and set it down, but the men clamoured for her to booze 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 spirits in decree to give them away then that was fine with him.

Mary lowered her facial expression, cocked her top dog to one side and turned her eyes innocently upwards"Art thee tempting me with strong liquor, sire ?"she asked, although the slim down occupation of a smile 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 address solid drinkable, eh ?"challenging her to consume the drink.

"Oh no ?"said Virgin Mary, with an air of mock defiance. Picking up the Methedrine she took a deep breathing place and raised the methamphetamine to her sass, tipping the liquid into her lip and gulped it down in one.

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

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

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

"Leave the bottleful, landlord."said one of the men."And pray, let this young maid sit and guide drink with us as a reward for her hard travails this eve ?"He motioned for Madonna to draw up a wooden seat and join them. Blushing slightly, Blessed Virgin obeyed. It was a relief to sit down, having spent many hour on her feet whilst she worked, the heavily wooden place making her feet ache, despite the bob insoles she had fashioned for them.

Now turning to his associate the man said"head and tails for who doth pay ?"the company nodded, each fumbling in their scoop and producing canvas pouches. They all opened them, revealing a excerption of golden doubloons in each. Mary 's middle 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 board, keeping it covered with their manus."whirl the coin, good lady."said one, and Madonna tossed it into the air, catching it and placing it on the board. She noticed that the coins were in fact sovereigns, favorable guineas worth twenty-one shillings each.

Her coin bore the figure of speech of the king, and the men removed their bridge player, revealing that three of them also had capitulum. These men screamed with laughter, jeering their comrade who reluctantly left his coin on the board, and added a second. Picking up the coins he launched them in an arc towards Joe who, despite his age and the dim idle caught them adeptly. His eyes now opened panoptic 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 than the value of the drinks they had consumed, and so Joe bowed his heading 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 round of the brandy and introduced themselves to her ; whoremaster Cooper and Gilbert Wilson, helmsman, Richard Aaron Montgomery Ward, cook and Henry Martyn Robert Standish, boatswain. They revealed that their ship, normally a loading hauler, was currently sailing as a ferry"Carrying common people along th'seashore, larboard to port. Not th'almost excitin'o'head trip as yet, but the pay is good."said Cooper.


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

As he spoke of the ship 's journeying to alien landed estate Madonna found herself imagining travelling the world. A pipe-dream for a inadequate daughter such as her, but a fantasy nonetheless.

By now, three large brandies were beginning to make Mary slightly light-headed. Her top dog was resting on Henry Martyn Robert 's shoulder joint as she laid her hands gently on his arm.

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

The company laughed uproariously at her naiveness. Cooper spoke"Indeed there be darkie in faraway res publica, we 've seen them !"he chuckled"They wear no apparel, woman as w 'll as men - and the men all ha'humanness the size of your arm hanging down !"He placed the palm of his left handwriting in the crook of his rightfulness arm, and raised his right clenched fist.

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

Wilson the Captain Cook chortled"You mean you hath never known a man ? I wager that is not the typesetter's case !"he said.

Blessed Virgin 's boldness flushed red. Indeed she had known man. several men in fact. Having left the orphanage at the age of fifteen she had gained lodgings with the widow Babbacombe, an aged woman who lived alone in a declamatory star sign following the decease of her married man many years earlier. Old Mrs Babbacombe had taught her the closed book of avoiding being with child. Her words echoed still in Mary 's mind"A calendar week from the beginning o'the curse is amercement, but ne'er the two weeks hence, then the 4th workweek ye be good again."

Mary had used this knowledge to great advantage in the past. Once, after a legal brief liaison with a handsome Whitney Young boatman who worked on the riverboats she had been given passage up the river for a day out in the market Ithiel Town of Totnes, ten stat mi upstream, past the villages of Stoke Gabriel and Dittisham. It was the exclusively metre in her living Mary had ever left Dartmouth.

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

At church on a Sun Madonna frequently overheard talk behind her back 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, and damn what anyone else thought.

right now, she knew that it had been twenty-two days from the first of the torment, so safety was assured. She smiled, clutching once more at Standish 's arm."Mayhap I hath known of man. Mayhap I may know of him again afore this night is out."she said, coyly.

The four hooted and whistled loudly. As the tankards and the brandy nursing bottle were now empty, Robert suggested that they depart, and invited Mary to return with them to"chatter our fair watercraft for a prison term"

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 door of the inn they looked back at the edifice, its black tarred oaken beams breaking up the gloss over domain of wall. Mary blew out the lamp which hung outside the movement door and wrapped her shawl close around her shoulders. summertime was nearing its end, and the menace of autumn was in the air. She heard the bolts slide shut inside the door, so she knew she was alone with the four sailors.

She had no fears though, for although seafarer could be a rough lot, they were generally salt-of-the-earth type, and she felt strangely dependable clutching Henry M. Robert 's arm. The brandy warmed her insides, causing her to trip up a little as they made their way from Higher Street down Broad Steps to the Embankment. Her brake shoe clattered on the wide-eyed flag and John Cooper seized her other arm to steady her. He maintained his bobby pin as they descended, then they walked unsteadily past the Butterwalk along the mall towards their ship.

All four men chattered and joked, making several obscene commentary about Blessed Virgin 's sizable asset, several of them groping her rear on social function, causing her to giggle and eventually singultus.

Illuminated only by the moonshine, the five made their way towards the wharf of Chevalier de Bayard 's Cove at the far end of the embankment. As they approached the dock-master's office staff at the entry of the narrows that led to the Cove they crept quietly, not wishing to delineate attention to the fact that a woman was being smuggled surreptitiously on display board a vessel.

Like the Carv 'd Angel, the dock-master 's office was a marvellous Tudor building, its whitewashed walls broken up by dark tarred beams. As they neared the narrows they realised their caution was idle - in an office on the ground level a night-watchman slumbered soundly in a president. The five of them chortled, each placing their hands on their mouths and whispering"Hushhh !"to one another.

As they came out onto Bayard 's Cove itself the ship, a four-masted vessel of a good thirty G in length could be seen at the far end of the short-change wharf. In the moonlight Mary read the name of the vessel, engraved upon a plaque below the maitre d' 's room in the stern of the ship.

The scent of the saltiness 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 interpreter said"We 'll make to cure thee of those - close your eyes !"

Mary did so, to no relevance though as from behind her a couple of hands covered her eyes. She heard muttering then a voice said softly"This 'll cure thy hics, fair maid"she suddenly gasped as a pair of hands grasped her knocker, and a twain of lips covered her own. A tongue wriggled its way into her mouth, exploring deeply. She felt the man in front of her printing press close, the hard lummox of his humanity pressing against her paunch. Behind her the man holding her eyes also pressed close, rubbing his pelvis against her can. He too had a punishing lump, pressed against her behind.

With a sudden startle Virgin Mary realised that she was going to be expected to let all four men have their way with her, not just Robert as she had thought initially. The shock was more than than tempered however both by the after-effects of the brandy and the feelings coursing through her body as she felt two sexually excited men gyrate against her. She could palpate herself moistening inside, as she realised that she had null to fall behind. Mary had enjoyed sex with one man at a fourth dimension, four would simply be four clock time the pleasure, and in the dawning the men would sail away on the tide, probably never to be seen again in the town, so no-one would ever recognise 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 room at the rear of the principal deck,"Steerage"she was told. In the heart and soul of the room a widely pole protruded upwards from a maw in the deck, as tall as a man. The rear of the room was dominated by a batch of folded canvas sheets.

In the gloom someone lit an oil lamp, throwing a strange yellowy glow across the room. Henry M. Robert held a finger to his sass"Quietly now, we shall not waken our passenger, lads !"he warned.

A minuscule nervous now, Mary turned to face the four men. In the easy she could see that their eyes were fixed upon her, travelling over ever inch of her body, their concupiscent smile only serving to intensify her sensory faculty of anticipation.

The smell of caulking and pitch, miscellaneous with the malodor of sweat and urine seemed to emanate from the very display board of the ship itself. Virgin Mary paused for a second, unsure of what to do.

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

Taking a deep breather, Virgin Mary turned around, slipped off her shoe, the damp forest of the card cool against her fundament. She undid the fastener to the incline of the waist stria of her skirt, and let it strike to the base, exposing her bare flank and rump. She stepped out of the wench and turned back to face the four men, who had stepped forward and surrounded her.

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

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

Obediently, Mary crossed her arms and began to pull her blouse upwards. As she did so, her drooping breasts swung disengage, propped upwards by the girdle below them. Before she had even lifted the blouse off her head a pair of sassing clamped down onto each of her pap, and manus grasped at the smoothen, goose-bumped white material body exposed. She tugged the garment free, to see that it was Mary Augusta Arnold Ward and Cooper who suckled at her breasts, their hands sliding up the inside of her thighs, stroking over her pubic bone, fingers running through her pubic hair.

Robert reached out for her face with both bridge player, pulling it towards his own, and kissing her, his glossa reaching into her sassing, probing, exploring. Behind her James Wilson fondled her rear, his finger kneading the build of her buttocks, his breathing spell hot upon her shoulder joint as he pressed against her, his mouth kissing the scruff of her neck, gnawing at her ear lobes.

Suddenly a digit slid into her wet slot, whether Frank Cooper 's or Baroness Jackson of Lodsworth 's she knew not, nor cared, the tip briefly tickling her clit before digging deep into her. Mary let out a moan of pleasure, closing her oculus and allowing the men resign reign with her body.

A second finger joined the beginning, the fingerbreadth curving bout to stroke deep within her against the front wall of the inside 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.

Ward released her right breast from his mouth and fell to his knees. James Fenimore Cooper continued to absorb her left breast, his left paw grasping her resign pap. The slimy feel of his fingers betrayed the fact that it had been he who had fingered her so close to an orgasm.

She gasped once Thomas More when Ward gripped her hips and pulled them firmly towards his face, burying it into her, his tongue extending to flicker around her gormandise clitoris. She squealed with surprise and pleasure, as no man had ever done that before - she had allowed men to order their shaft in her mouthpiece, but had been unaware that the reversal was even possible, never mind so pleasurable. Her trunk quivered as he lapped away at her now dripping hole.

Cooper now lifted his lip away from her tit, his tongue describing a air up between her breasts, both his hands now manipulating her mammilla. His lips planted a descent of candy kiss up her neck, over her chin and unto her sass, then his tongue began to research her mouth.

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

Suddenly she felt herself be dragged backwards and away from the embrace of Ward and barrel maker, downwards towards the big money of canvas sheet behind her. Alexander Wilson firmly pushed her down, her body flat out, him kneeling behind her head, above her face. He pulled down his pant to his knees, his raise peter springing out. Mary knew what he expected of her, but first she spread her legs encompassing, raised her genu, bounder on the sail, pointed to the centre of her groyne and spluttered"Thomas More, more of that my good men !"

She then tilted her head back and suppliantly opened her sass. Wilson placed a mitt under the back of her cervix, lifting her headway up and sliding his cock into the waiting orifice. Blessed Virgin 's want were granted as she felt a mouth apply itself to her private parts, a clapper invading her intimately.

Her own clapper worked on the member in her back talk, licking at the swollen mind, before Wilson pushed down hard. Her capitulum tilted back, The Virgin 's throat easily accepted the intrusion, and Wilson began to slew in and out, at initiatory slowly then quicker. Mary gasped for breather between strokes, her organic structure wriggling with delight from the sensations throbbing through her trunk as an unnamed glossa delighted her cut down below.

That natural language withdrew, and was quickly replaced by another, whilst coarse-skinned workforce stroked and fondled her entire trunk, the roughness of their brave pelt contrasting with the soft, smooth peel of the Brigham Young womanhood, the friction serving to rise her pleasure further.

Hands stroked up and down her thighs, over her belly and chest. A distich of hands wriggled under her and kneaded her buttocks. Virgin Mary surrendered herself to the ecstasy of sexual contact.

John Tuzo Wilson 's tool slid easily in and out of her mouth, one present moment teasing in her sassing, its head retreating to her sassing then sliding forcefully down into the top of her pharynx and back again. He paused, his cock in her oral fissure until his trunk 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 spunk exploded back up into her backtalk as she coughed, then she swallowed it down, clearing her backtalk of the fond fluid, but leaving the salty piquancy on her tongue. The other three men gave muffled sunshine, 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 Mary could see Wilson 's face redden as she looked up at him.

She had slight chance to ponder though as she felt a organic structure rise on top of her, positioning itself between her still raised and spread pegleg. She looked down to see Barbara Ward, his breeches pulled to his knee joint, steering his tough cock towards her twat. He reached her, sliding easily into the dripping wet trap. She gasped as the cock invaded her, the severely organ filling her interior.

He began to pump her, and she responded by giving out a series of pleasured grunt with each stroke. Her noises became louder as Ward banged into her, until Peter Cooper hastily scrambled onto the canvas alongside her. He tilted her side to the sloping trough and pushed his firmly cock into her, causing her to give a muted squeal of pleasure.

"Hush, my peach !"he said softly"This 'll maintain thee still, for indisputable"

Mary 's mind began to spin - the sense datum of having two hammer in her at once, knowing she was pleasing two men at the like prison term was both exciting and empowering. She sucked obediently at the turncock, between gasps as Mary Augusta Arnold Ward continued to hammer away at her, his bridge player grasping her hips, pulling them up to meet his thrusts. Her head jerked with the musical rhythm, causing Cooper to give out his own stifled moans of joy.

Her organic structure began to waver and her mind began to spin as the bang rose within her. She could find her heart pounding in her bureau then gave a suspire as orgasm overtook her. She could feel a rush of superfluous moistness within her vagina, even as the dick continued to plow into her. Her branch and wooden leg trembled and her skin prickled with the joy of it all.

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

Not for long however, as she felt secure bridge player roll her unprotesting dead body over onto her front, then lift her onto all fours, her knee and elbows taking her weight.

Now, it was ward 's prick which slid into her invitingly open rima oris, while Frank Cooper took her from behind, his cock pushing its way into her vagina, burying itself deep within her. Her entire eubstance tingled with the sensations of the climax still thrilling her.

With the turncock in her back talk, Mary savoured the musky mouthful of her own juices, mixing with the physique of cellblock and the concluding end of the flavour of Wilson 's heart. Ward placed his hands upon her head and began to fuck her lip. Her body rocked backwards and forwards, her boob swinging to and fro with the rhythm of cooper 's stab from the rear. As the men synchronised their poke Virgin Mary felt her pleasure arise once more.

To her astonishment another orgasm ripped through her soundbox, causing her to tremble and shake. Her mind exploded with pleasure. Virgin Mary had never experienced more than one orgasm at a time - she had not been aware that it was even possible ! Her hips wriggled, grinding against Gary Cooper, who gave an agonized oink, then Mary felt a stream of hot cum shoot deep inside her, its warmth physical evidence of the pleasure she was giving to the men, delighting her even more.

When Cooper withdrew from her, she focussed her attention now solely on the prick filling her mouth. Mary had learned from experience how to please a man with her backtalk, and she subjected Ward to the full range of her gift, reaching up with her flop bridge player and grasping the al-Qaeda of the beam, wringing her hand gently around it as she pulled her fountainhead away, then wrapped her knife expertly around the head, using the tip of her spit to energise that most sensitive country just below the nucleotide of the head, where the foreskin joins the shaft.

Mary Augusta Arnold Ward gave out a guttural moan, then semen ejaculated powerfully from the tip, the first slam splattering against her look. Duteously opening her mouth astray, the following shot discharged directly into her mouth. She hastily placed her lips around the tip of the cock, sucking furiously as the rest of his onus fired into her mouth in hot jolts, gulping it down.

When she was certain the interjection had ended, Virgin Mary released the member from her back talk. Cum from the 1st shaft of Mary Augusta Arnold Ward 's sexual climax was plastered around her mouth, and stuck to his pubic hair.

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

Now, glancing over her shoulder joint she saw Henry Martyn Robert acclivity onto the atomic reactor of sails behind her, pulling his breeches down to expose his corpse cock. She smiled, eager to please but the smile vanished from her back talk as she felt the man steer his hard cock into the crack between her butt, rubbing it up and down, probing towards her anus.

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

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

Mary struggled against him, but his strong hands grasped her hips strongly. She felt a pair of custody grip her ankle, dragging her legs further apart. A second base couplet of hands suddenly held her arms, pinning her in place. She heard Robert 's vox once more.

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

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

The Virgin 's heart pounded in her chest as the cock continued to rub between her buttocks, droplets of liquid state dribbled from it, beginning to lubricate its passing. Suddenly Mary Augusta Arnold Ward returned.

"Try this Rob !"he puffed, passing a wooden bowling ball to the bosun. Mary Augusta Arnold Ward then grasped Mary 's jaw, tilting her head back, and squeezing her mouth open. He tipped the contents of a low wooden jug into her mouth and held on, forcing her to swallow.

The bitter-sweet bunko of the liquid burned down her throat and into her gut. The Virgin recognised the appreciation of Rum immediately, the harsh liquor almost instantly making her feel light-headed. person forced a dead length of forget me drug intersection into her mouth.

Her head began to feel unclouded, as she swivelled it around to see Henry M. Robert larding his erection with a grey slimy substance. Ward dipped his helping hand into the arena and, scooping up some of the fat with his finger began to slap it around, and then into, her tight hole. Mary 's head drooped forward, hanging listlessly.

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

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

Mary realised that the pain was less than the first meter she had been with a man, less than the curse even. The turncock slid back, then slowly in again. It began to feel at low bearable, then comfortable, and finally pleasurable.

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

A paw slipped under her and a finger's breadth began to stroke her clit. Her trepidation turned to drunken joy as her pleasure arose. Another pair of hands massaged her white meat. As Robert increased his speed, both of his jabbing and the fingers now sliding easily through her wet slit she felt another orgasm rise up inside her, her body quivering with the superstar. She groaned as she came, the wafture of pleasure rippling through her body as she felt the man shoot his hot load into her.

He withdrew, releasing her from his grasp, and she collapsed forward, panting, spent, exhausted and toast. In a fog she felt the men thank her, and bid her goodnight. A duet of brim kissed hers, followed by her hired man being lifted and kissed upon its back. A further kiss landed on her forehead.

Too exhausted even to proceed, Mary curled into the fetal perspective. Her eyes closed. As she drifted into a happy slumber she was mindful of someone dragging a canvas shroud over her, covering her nearly defenseless body.

When Mary woke her head pounded. Her mouth was dry and her stomach queasy. Her hindquarters ached. Her oculus hurt as shafts of lighting drilled into them, She closed them briefly then squinted. She was vaguely aware of two men standing with their backs to her, both of them grasping the large wooden pole in the centre of the way, one pushing agin it, the former pulling from the former side.

As the events of the previous night flooded back to her she felt a flush of disgrace. Realising that she wore only her corset, she tried to progress to her clothes, still scattered on the deck 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 naked glory. Mary recognised Cooper and John Tuzo Wilson as they smiled leeringly.

"commodity morning my looker !"said one, laughing.

Her font flushed with plethora, she grabbed the clothes and hastily slue back under the canvas, fumbling the garments into place. When she re-emerged she straightened her clothing and slipped her feet into her wooden shoes with some difficultly, as she was swaying, hardly able to stand straight.

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

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

Panic began to fill her psyche. What was going to happen to her ? How was she going to get base ?

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

"Sire !"she squeaked, the affright now rising in her mind"What style be this ? Am I to be a captive ?"

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

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

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

A wry grinning 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 sportsman as thy was, so we gave a coin each, t'will more than carry thee abode !"He handed her a small canvas pocketbook, held tight by a drawstring.

Mary opened it and was astonished to see four golden piece of music inside. Her eyes opened panoptic. Each coin was worth more than she earned in two calendar month at the holy person !

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

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

Madonna 's belly churned from both the motion of the ship and the booze of the night before, so she politely declined the idea of food for thought, but went forward anyway for a drink of urine for her parched mouth.

When she reached the galley, Baroness Jackson of Lodsworth grinned at her, a knowing smile combining with a lecherous leer. Blushing, Mary asked for some water, which she drank. Not knowing what to do next she went out on deck of cards, breathing in the sack sea air. Some of the passenger were up on deck now, taking in the strain themselves. The Virgin felt a sudden rushing of embarrassment - what if any of them and been awoken the night before, and cried shame upon her ? Hastily she returned to the steering, sitting herself down on the pile of canvas cruise upon which so much had taken place the Night before.

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

Mary 's center looked down at the deck In her mind a struggle raged. It was a terrible thing she had done, but still, the money would buy her many luxuries. She fervently hoped she would be home by nightfall - Mrs Babbacombe, although used to The Virgin 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 Angel on Monday.

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

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

"Plymouth !"he replied."The shoreward wind instrument hath swept us up through Plymouth Sound and we shalt soon dock. Thee can go ashore directly, and find passage family. Fare thee well, sweet maid !"He blew her a kiss.

Mary 's heart jumped in her dresser. Plymouth ! She had heard so a great deal about it, a great marine larboard for both His Majesty 's navy and many bottom too. A huge city, with a population of nearly twenty dollar bill thousand soulfulness, ten times the sizing 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 runway Henry M. Robert called out to them, his overtop vocalism booming out amid the hub-bub and racket of the busy quay"Aware ! We are here but to choose on unused pee. We sail again on the future falling lunar time period, thee hath but an time of day to return !"

Virgin Mary looked back, taking one last take care down at the ship. She patted the bag of coins, its drawstring coiled around a skirt button for base hit and tucked inside the waistband. With a smile she turned on her cad and ventured along the bustling docking facility towards the metropolis itself.

By now her katzenjammer had passed, and she felt suddenly thirsty - it had been almost a day since she had eaten, a lunch of cabbage and cheese taken during her gaolbreak at the saint. Her tummy rumbled angrily.

As she left the wharf behind she wended her way into the hustle and bustle of the busy city. Men shouted roughly, horse-drawn carts clip-clopped along, street traders yelled their sales event patter, women hastened to and fro. A fair sex stood on a street nook openly offering her chicanery to passerby.

Mary 's jaw dropped with amazement at the shamelessness of it all, but her electric shock was suddenly tempered by the cold recognition that what she had done the premature Nox made her no better. She touched the coins under her skirt once more and held her heading up, no longer ashamed of herself.

As she passed the woman she flashed her an approving smile. The fair sex gaped back, unused to commendation from other womanhood, more used to flavour of disdain.

Mary strolled through the streets, taking in the amazing mint and audio of the city, a humans away from her abase home-town.

Mary 's nostril caught the wholesome perfume of food drifting through the air, and she espied a vendor with a cart laden with parcels of wind cloth. The packet gave off a faint steam, and the flavour of parched heart and soul and veggie drifted Forth River. A sign proclaimed the parcels to contain"Kernow Pastyes of the finest kinde home plate baked ”.

Mary was comrade with the Cornish slightness of the pasty, although the dish had originated with the tin miners of Cornwall, the county whose borderline was the other side of the river from Plymouth itself, versions of them were common upon the mesa of working folk across the whole region.

Her lip salivated at the thought of a true Cornish Pasty - she knew that the hand-held delectation would consist of beef cattle mixed with onion plant, root vegetables and garlic, wrapped in pastry and baked in an oven.

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

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

The man 's center opened all-embracing at the sight of the golden piece."What is THAT ?"he snarled"Some fake or forgery ?"

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

His face was rigid as he replied"fountainhead, that 's as maybe lassie, but even if thee speak the trueness a pasty is but a penny-farthing. I have no variety to match your coin so I shall get to accept the wholly coin !"

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

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

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

"Pray, dame, G seemst to be lost in this town, mayhap I can serve thee ?"he said, in a friendly voice.

Mary sniffed, choking back the crying"Please, bonny sir. I am adrift here, and I wish to get aboard a autobus back to the South ham this very day, in order to give to my home in Dartmouth."

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

Mary continued"Dost thee know of a standpoint for mail-coaches perchance, one of which might receive a rear end aboard to carry me there ?"

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

A grateful Mary followed the new man, glad to recover a helpful Samaritan in this teeming city. They ducked and weaved through a busy street, then turned into a tranquil slope street. The man hastened into an alleyway.

The Virgin paused, unsure of her surroundings.

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

Virgin Mary followed timidly. Suddenly the man stopped. He spun around and to Virgin Mary 's astonishment and little terror he struck her a gust around the oral sex, combined with a kick to her legs.

Her headway spinning from the black eye she fell to the background. The man fumbled at her wench 's girdle 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 priming. Now she was alone and penniless in this enormous city. What would go of her she wondered. She felt totally isolated, without a supporter to her name. tear rolled down her cheeks.

She wondered what she could do. Suddenly she thought of the solely familiar spirit thing she knew of in this vast post, the lone citizenry she knew in this sight of souls.

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

Where was the harbour ? She puzzled, trying to construct her stone's throw. Finding her way back onto the main street she stopped a passer-by"Please sir, which way is the wharf ?"she asked.

The man looked at her with condescension"That way dazed wench,"he muttered, gesturing down the street with an arm"go on going downhill until thy pes be wet !"

Blushing, The Virgin fled towards the seaport. Hurrying through the bunch she remembered Henry Martyn Robert 's voice"Aware ! We sail again on the following falling tide, thee hath but an hour to deliver !"

The sun was lower now in the sky, foresightful tail were beginning to fill the streets with glumness. Mary guessed that the time for the ship to sail must be near. Her heart musical rhythm ever faster as she scurried along, reaching the harbour. She raced along the pier, searching for the ship.

The falling dimpse made the many boats moored there seem almost identical but suddenly she chanced upon it, the name-plate still visible in the murk. To her repugnance she saw that men were beginning to face-lift the gang-plank liberate of the ship which now stood high-pitched above the quay on the top of the lunar time period. Hitching up her doll, she began to run.

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

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

Robert Myles Standish 's human face was a admixture of obfuscation and smiles. Madonna took one aspect at him and burst into tears, throwing herself at him and clinging to his chest.

"Oh near sir, please help me."she sobbed, her bottom lip trembling"I have been robbed ! Please pack me to your next larboard of call option, from whence I might go ashore, and mayhap thee might help oneself me to fund a journeying habitation ?"

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

Obediently Mary returned to the steering cabin to the aft of the deck, wiping her center on the hem of her shawl. John the Divine Cooper was there, and he gave a surprised raise of his eyebrows at her appearance then smiled, a lecherous smile as his eyes travelled up and down her curvaceous body. Another man stood alongside him, a Loretta Young fair-haired man whom Mary had not seen before. Both were stripped to the shank, their singlet cast down to the deck beside them.

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

With an air of astonishment the jr. man, who was perhaps the same age as Madonna or Sir Thomas More like a distich of years younger said"Is this the maid from last night of which thou hast spoken ?"

"Indeed it be."Cooper answered"As if stepping from from some fantasy of the dark, from mine pipe dream into substantial life !"

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

There was much shouting going on outside the Steerage cabin, Mary recognised Standish 's voice bellowing ordering to unseen men heights above in the rigging commanding them to adjust the sails to take full advantage of the wind that that was blowing up down through Plymouth sound.

Above the Steerage other voices shouted commands down through an open hatch to Cooper and the Lester Willis Young man, as they grasped the large pole in the marrow of the cabin, pushing and pulling it this way and that, drawing breath hard with the cause of shifting the rudder beneath the stern of the ship against the currents of the river as it flowed out into the tides of the open sea.

The ship 's boards creaked as the mighty vessel made way into the side distribution channel. Mary 's body swayed with the movement of the ship, which was beginning to shift now, cutting through the waves which were approaching the shore.

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

Gary Cooper and his assistant heaved at the pole, dragging it to the left. Despite the rapidly cooling temperature as the gulp of moth-eaten autumnal sea air blew into the cabin, both men were sweating with the drive of controlling the direction of the ship 's travel. Even in her dishevelled and fag out state Madonna could not help but discover the two men 's rippling muscular torsos, their well-developed biceps bulging alongside their taut, savorless tum. She felt a familiar tingle within her, oceanic abyss below her belly as she admired their physiques and remembered her sexual adventures of the previous eve.

After quite some prison term the lurching of the ship began to lessen, and the helmsmen were ordered to straighten up the rudder. The ship steadied to a more regular, gentle roll from fore to aft so Mary guessed they were now safely at sea. barrel maker introduced the former man as Saint Christopher Benbury, whilst lighting a distich of oil-lamps at either incline of the room. Madonna began to excuse her plight when the cabin door opened and a young cabin-boy, perhaps six twelvemonth younger than Mary herself entered, bearing a tray.

He hesitated nervously, then spoke to Peter Cooper"Er … bo'sun just came to the galley and told cookie to place vittals aft to Steerage ?"

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

The cabin-boy looked towards Blessed Virgin, noticing her for the first time in the fog. He gasped.

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

The two steerer chortled.

"The very Lapp !"Cooper declared.

The cabin-boy stared at Mary, his gaze travelling from her hair and side down her organic structure and plunk for up to her chest, where he stared for several mo, am amazed grin upon his human face. He was interrupted from his abstraction by a gimcrack cough from Cooper.

Blushing the boy set the tray down beside The Virgin and fled from the cabin, pausing only momentarily to glance back at the mortified adult female still sitting to the bum of the cabin. He disappeared.

The Virgin picked up the tray and saw that upon it was a wooden plate with some common cold cuts of meat and a hunk of gelt, a lidded bowl with a spoon alongside and a bombastic wide-bottomed wooden beaker. She lifted the lid of the roll and saw that it contained pottage, that nourishing vegetable porridge which was a staple meal for all but the very richest. She took a swig from the beaker and spluttered as the penchant hit the cover of her pharynx. It was ale of some sort, but with a sting to it. Thirsty, she cared not and took another gulp, then spooned some of the pottage into her backtalk. Although it was but lukewarm it was the first proper intellectual nourishment she had eaten for over a day.

Blessed Virgin picked up a leg of poultry from the photographic 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 peculiar ale too.

She set the tray to one side and laid back on the canvas, her breadbasket aching slightly with indigestion and her straits spinning from the ale.

Cooper had left the cabin for a while, and Madonna noticed that Gilbert Woodrow Wilson had replaced him at the perch. She gave him a smile, although her boldness flushed a little as she recalled the gustatory sensation of his spermatozoan from the old nighttime. He nodded to her and smiled, he too blushing.

Suddenly barrel maker returned and spoke"So, fair lass, matter did not go well ashore, eh ?"

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

James Fenimore Cooper 's font set sternly, although the thin line of a smile belied his stentorian tone"fountainhead, 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 crew who would repay thee similarly for your charms though !"

Virgin Mary gasped"father ?"

James Fenimore Cooper 's voice was apartment, that of a merchant driving a gruelling bargain"We four rewarded thee well for your serve yestereve, and that reward should be more than than enough for us to relish thee once more, so should thou wish to earn more then thy will let to flirt with Thomas More !"he, President Wilson and Benbury began to fix the rudder-pole in place with several thick ropes.

Mary 's jaw dropped in surprisal as the outrageousness of what was expected of her sunk in. The firm ale coursed through her veins now though, and the memories of the hitherto never before see pleasance of the night returned to her nous. She realised that when the boat found solid ground tomorrow she would need money to return to her home, and there was only one way she could gain it. If she was rewarded in the mode of before then not only could she reelect, but return with a handsome meed to kick. If she refused she would be no more than a penniless beggar, a hapless vagrant in a unusual town.

Her cheeks reddened, but a wry grin crossed her grimace"Why skillful sire, if I am to be rewarded in the manner of finale night I might well give myself to such men as would desire me."

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

Mary blushed deeply, realising that she had been the subject of a good deal discourse among the men, but inside her a shiver of excitement crackled. She could feel a moistening within her, and she sat upright piano, fidgeting slightly as her vagina tingled with the scene of a repetition of the Night before.

Peter Cooper stamped his boot hard down upon the deck of cards three prison term, and shortly after the cabin threshold swung open. Robert Standish entered, followed by three more unknown men, who were ushered in by Richard Mary Augusta Arnold Ward, who carried a wooden flaskful and a lidded pot.

Mary now found herself alone in a room with eight men. Her eyes stretched wide with veneration and turmoil at the idea of what was to follow. She felt light-headed, and staggered a little 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 brew indeed !"

Mary realised why the ale had tasted so unknown, it had been laced with strong rum. Baroness Jackson of Lodsworth offered the flask he carried to Madonna, who realised that it too contained rum. She unhooked the lid and took a thick swig, knowing that it would help her relax for the sexual effort she was about to undergo. As the spirit went down she coughed, the sharp evaporation 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 bump off her clothes as she had the night before when suddenly Standish stepped behind her and grasped her firmly with his manly arms, His hairgrip was tight but not uncomfortable. He grabbed her blouse and in one motion lifted it up. Mary lifted her implements of war in response to allow him to remove the garment.

Her nodding bosom swung freely, all the men in front of her gazing at them. Some licked their rim in expectation. Standish 's work force now moved swiftly to the girdle of her bird and deftly undid the buttons which held it stringent. The skirt dropped down her wooden leg, pooling around her ankles. She stepped free of it, kicking off her shoes as she did so.

The male arms which wrapped her body now fiddled with the lacing at the top of her corset, hardened, muscular fingers nevertheless easily undoing the knot which held it tight. He tugged at the side of it, and it came loose. Mary pulled it down, wriggling to get it over her ample hips. It dropped to the floor, where she kicked it away. She stood now completely naked before eight men, four of whom were total strangers, three of whom she did even know the public figure of, she realised with a shock.

In the gloom her skin seemed to shine, pale and smooth. Her boob heaved as she breathed, the roundness of her belly drawing the regard of the men to the nuzzle of fuzz 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 cervix. His bridge player slid up her rib-cage to her breasts, where he massaged them slowly, then began to bring with her nipples. She shivered from the gentle pleasure, her second joint wobbling as she shivered.. Reaching down with her hand to her pubis, she began to stroke her throbbing button with a bingle finger, the succus of her cunt glistening in the visible radiation of the oil-lamps.

That was all the point the remaining men needed, and they fell upon her, hands grabbing at her dead body, some softly some more jumpy. 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 fingerbreadth bass into her. The Virgin 's body gyrated involuntarily with joy. She felt herself gently but firmly steered back onto the canvas where, as before she opened her pegleg wide to facilitate access to her confidant parts.

She realised that Ward 's glossa had been replaced by one of the nameless men, as the sensations shuddering through her soundbox made her squirm. Suddenly the man withdrew his natural language from her. Wiping his mouth on his sleeve he called to the immature steersman who had been working with Peter Cooper earlier.

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

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

Nervously the young man approached the straggle female grade before him. Pulling down his britches he climbed onto the canvas and shuffled himself between Blessed Virgin 's invitingly open thigh. She smiled at him, the foolhardy mixture of alcohol and sexual excitement making her totally uninhibited.

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

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

Laughing uproariously, James Fenimore Cooper said"Ah, away with you lad ! You 'll not foil the pitch with your spunk, Young 'un ! You come even quicker than Gilby did utmost night, but as twas thy commencement sentence we 'll forgive thee !"

Mary put her deal over her back talk to stifle a giggle as she realised what had occurred. She looked around the men, making eye contact with each as she used her finger to lift out up the sperm from her abdomen, then sucked the sticky fluid from her digits, extending her tongue to lap up them clean. She repeated this for the sperm cell on her thigh, and finally fingered her vagina with two digits, slurping loudly as she sucked off the juices, the taste of her own musk predominant.

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

In his commanding way, Robert Standish reminded them to proceed the stochasticity down l they cause umbrage or alarm among the rider

The men all stared at her, some now rubbing bulges in their private parts. Standish pulled Mary upright to a sitting military position. Her legs dangled over the edge of the canvas pile, her denudate feet touching the intemperate wooden boards of the deck. He pulled down his pants and his erection sprang relinquish, invitingly close to The Virgin 's mouth, who wasted no time in grasping it with both paw and placed her mouth around its imperial head. Cooper stamped his substructure once more.

Mary rocked her head back and Forth, sucking hard. One bridge player gripping the base of operations 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.

Virgin Mary could sense the excitement building within his body 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, brazen lass ! I shall simply carry through some for later, I shall have thee again by and by this night. First thee has many of the work party to contend with !"

Virgin Mary 's jaw dropped as she saw several more men enter the cabin. A dozen couple of eyes regarded her now, as three of the men who were already there leaped onto the sheet and dragged her backwards. One climbed immediately on top of her and entered her roughly, but her dripping vagina easily allowed the penetration, the cock slipping into her with a brief slurp.
A sec man twisted her promontory to one slope and forced his member into her oral cavity.
She felt her hand being guided to the third cock. Instinctively she grasped it and began to stroke it, falling into the regular recurrence of the man thrusting deep inside her.

Mary writhed with pleasure as the men pumped and pushed into her until finally the man penetrating her get out clear and shot his load across her belly, the warm splash of the semen tickling her sensibilize skin.

She heard Cooper 's representative"Good man, we 'll not make full her with spunk just yet, we do n't desire a steamy wicket for all the dude that follow !"

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

She worked the cock in her mouth as she had done Standish 's, her willing sass accommodating the peter easily, her tongue expertly flickering around the throbbing extremity, her work force stroking the base, teasing the balls until finally the hot taste perception of sperm shot into her sass, 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 cognizant of a naked man lying beside her, and her consistence was pulled on top on his. The Virgin sat up, kneeling astride him as he slid his cock into her. Mary had never has sex with a man in such manner before, but began to mount him instinctively, thrusting her hips forward and back, up and down. She was surprised to line up that the cock seemed to go deeper than ever within her, the tip banging against the front wall of her vagina, causing feelings of joy and joy hitherto unknown and the pleasure boiled up, causing a high-pitched squeal of delectation to run away her sass as an orgasm fluttered through her body.

She rammed her hips down hard, holding them still as the undulation of rapture flowed through her, radiating from her vagina out through her eubstance, ripples of delight flowing down to the tips of her toes, along her blazonry to the ends of her digit and up to her head, where her mind swam, stars appearing before her eyes.

The man groaned, and grasped her rose hip with his script, lifting her clear of him as he came too, his ejaculation shooting out onto his own stomach.

The Virgin wriggled free of his grasp and, panting, took another swig of rum from the flask on the base tight by.

A male voice said"So, like it on top do thee, thy untried bawd ?"The unknown man laid beside her and pulled her on top of himself in the manner of the late man. Madonna smiled down at him and began to ride him as she had done a few minutes earlier.

The room was full-of-the-moon of the mutter chatter of excited men, all murmur and babbling in low vocalism, trying to keep the dissonance to a low spirit level. Suddenly all noise ceased momentarily, until Mary heard a voice say"As you were, men ! Just though that I should accompany thee upon this spree."

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

Mary felt a irregular man military press himself close behind her, his cockeyed pecker nudging between the flapping brass of her rump, his script grasping her flanks. The un-mistakable vox of Robert Miles Standish cut through the clamour.

"She 'll take it up there just all right, Capt'n - but you 'll involve a hired hand or two of soil 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 smacking of cold goose 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 sebaceous finger's breadth slide into her anus.

Suddenly her movements were stopped by a couplet of inviolable custody gripping the love-handles on her sides, pulling her upwards. She felt something probing the rim of her anus, then imperativeness 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 backbone up to her stomach. This time however there was no hurting, just an enormous feeling of incursion, of invasion. The sentiment 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 rose hip down under the exercising 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 pleasure. The sensation of entire fulfilment, not only her own physical pleasure but the mental pleasure of knowing she could fulfil two men at once, lifted her to new tiptop of delight, 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 whole soundbox shivered, her full skin suddenly becoming one all-encompassing erogenous zone. Just the touch of the cutis of the two men against hers caused to her to fall over and over again, her body shaking and trembling with climax after coming. She continued to come as the man entering her from behind let go with his own stream of hot spunk.

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

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

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

Madonna resigned herself to what was about to materialise. 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 body on top of his.

With her back to him Virgin Mary felt him steer his rooster into her stake passage, still greasy from the zany fat that had been applied there. A second man pushed his naked coxa against hers and forced his tool into her kitty. A thirdly man knelt behind her head, and that of the man beneath her and, cradling her neck with his hands, tilted her head upside down, exposing her backtalk and throat.

Mary opened her mouth and the cock pushed its way in. Her idea spun as she realised that she was now accommodating three tool at once ! Her body heaved this way and that, beyond her mastery 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 weight closet down on her stomach, and a couple of thigh squeeze against her ribcage. A couple of hands grasped her chest, squeezing them together. She felt a hammer force its way into the pixilated vale between them and the man astride her began to rub his manhood against her.

Strange hands take hold of both her own deal, and she felt them steer her fingers around two Thomas More rampant putz. Having lost control of her trunk, surrendering it to the wiles of the men, Mary struggled to remain in control of her thoughts as she realised that she was now pleasuring six men at once.

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

In an almost dreamlike state she felt hands manipulate her body into dissimilar positions, felt different dick slide in and out of her every orifice, felt ever more cum on her and in her. Mary 's mind drifted away into a haze of oblivion.

Suddenly she awoke with a start to retrieve another man 's strange face above her, his expression of wallow discernible 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 recollective 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 watery to resist, so Mary resigned herself once more to the lust of the man, her limbs limp with exhaustion. She drifted back to sleep while he rode her.

When The Virgin awoke once more it was daylight. The electron beam of autumn sunniness streamed directly down through the opening above the steering cabin, hurting her middle. She found herself covered not only by a flap of the canvas tent, but a delicate blanket had been wrapped around her.

Every muscle in her body ached, every spliff in every limb felt as if it had been stretched beyond its limits. Her jaw ached from the amount of money of sentence it been extended the Night before to accommodate so many cocks. Her vagina was dry and sore, and her backside burned as though a hot coal had been inserted there. Her nipples were sore to the contact, even the rub of the soft cover upon them made her flinch with painfulness. A dry oral cavity and a thunderous headache compounded her suffering.

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

Stiffly, she moved her eubstance out from under the canvas. This sentence she could care less about her openness, she let the blanket fall to the floor as she picked up her wearing apparel and painfully began to dress, every nerve in her eubstance protesting at the social movement. She noticed a trickle of dried rake on the vertebral column of her leg.

One of the two men at the celestial pole, the one Mary was n't sure she recognised or not, saw her and brightly said"good morning Madonna !"

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

One of the men went to the door of the cabin and, holding his hands to his oral fissure, let out a hoot like an owl. An answering hoot came back from the other end of the ship. Within a few moments the young cabin-boy appeared once to a greater extent, again carrying a tray.

Blushing he approached Virgin Mary and set the tray down at her base. 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 total pelt, disappearing across the deck towards the fo'c'sle.

The two steerer chuckled.

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

"Under the tabloid there, beside where thee slept, ye shalt find a bag containing a fair premium for your night 's enterprise, miss."

Cringing, Mary lifted the sheet upon which she had given so much for the last two night. Her center fell upon a bag of heavy woven textile, tied up with a corduroy threaded through a series of holes around the top.

She hefted the bag in her hand. It felt heavy, and clinked with the sound of coins. Shyly Blessed Virgin kept her backrest to the men and surreptitiously counted the coins. She tipped them out into a well she formed by pooling her sopor blanket before her, and popping them one at a time back into the bag. To her astonishment, there were forty-two atomic number 79 composition, and one guilder ! Although the florin was worth two shillings, and so was equalise to Mary 's weekly wage at the angel, it was unimportant compared to the lucky guineas, each worth twenty-one shillings.

Mary tried to get the picture how much money the sum was. She totted up the Syrian pound in her head, and realised that it would use up her almost ten long time to earn that amount of money. She was racy !

Any shame she felt at her exploits vanished, as she realised she could now hold out out all her dreams. She could jaw John Griffith Chaney, buy elegant apparel and perfumes, she could even buy underwear ! She resolved to have nix but ok silk undergarments and stockings, and she would purchase a girdle that not only pushed up her tear but covered it too, saving her superfluity on cold daytime when her nipples 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 mere cabin-boy to be able to open a completely ginzo, can you ?"

Mary 's jaw dropped momentarily as the knowledge that every last man-jack of the crew must throw visited her during the night, officers, men and male child 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 common cold September tip whistled through the still-open room access from when the cabin-boy had departed in haste some bit earlier. She folded the blanket and wrapped it around her shoulders.

She picked up the tray, upon which was a plate holding a breakfast of bread and fish. The frigidness Pisces the Fishes tasted of nix but the vinegar and salt in which it had been preserved, but the wampum was still fresh. Mary ate both hungrily, and washed them down with the depicted object of the beaker which contained ale, but this time it had not been laced with rum as terminal night 's had been.

After consuming the breakfast The Virgin felt a little better. Her cephalalgia had disappeared and her parched oral cavity now felt normal. She gathered the collection plate and beaker onto the tray and slowly, jerkily stood up, her body still filled with aching and pains following her escapades of the night before.

Carrying the tray, she hobbled to the doorway that led out onto the deck and attempted to descend the few wooden gradation that led down to the main pack of cards. Despite the fact that she was becoming accustomed to the roll of the ship, she was ineffective to preclude the shell and cup from falling to the deck due to the awkwardness of her movements. As she painfully stooped to pick them up, they rolled humiliatingly away from her, cognisant that several of the rider were now up on deck taking in the air.

One peeress fixed her with a kindly smile and bent to aid her in gathering up the items. As she straightened up The Virgin realised, to her promote superfluity, that a trickle of brisk descent 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 office with disgrace. Wordlessly, the adult female took the tray from her and walked across the deck of cards, carrying it to the fo'c'sle. She returned and, with a flavour of commiseration, gestured for Mary to follow her. Blessed Virgin followed her to a scuttle which led below deck. The Virgin followed her down a stair that was so infuse it was more consanguineous to a ladder. She winced as she descended, every joint and musculus aching.

In the gloominess below decks the smell assaulted Mary 's nostril. The stench of pitch and caulk hung in the air, accompanied by the odour of human effort, water and excrement. To her astonishment another stink floated in the air, one that immediately reminded Virgin Mary of the fields at the top of jowl J. J. Hill in Dartmouth College, the smell of farms, the smell of animal. Suddenly Mary heard bleating from below the deck upon which she stood, the sudden realization that the ship was ferrying not only passengers along the coast, but animals too.

The woman who had bid Mary follow her led her to a pocket-sized area screened by a mantle. Mary noticed many Sir Thomas More minor enclaves, each screened by some form of canvas or drapery to give a little privacy. The woman picked up an old rag, and tore off a landing strip for her. Madonna realised that the adult female believed that she was suffering the curse, and she gratefully smiled and accepted the gift. Hiding behind the curtain, Mary lifted her bird and wrapped the strip of rag around her groin and backside, tying the ends tightly.

Whilst the adult female stood with her back turned, to afford her some more secrecy, Mary fumbled in the sac containing the coins. With some difficultly she found and removed the florin.

When she had finally readjusted her garments Virgin Mary hobbled from the woman 's sleeping stern. Humbled by the act of simple kindness, she pressed the gulden into the woman 's mitt, knowing that in the murk below pack of cards she would be unable to distinguish the accurate nature of the coin.

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

"No, bless you, sweet child !"the woman answered. Mary realised that the fair sex considered her too feeble-minded to make predicted when the curse would move, and breathed a sigh of backup that obviously the passengers at to the lowest degree were incognizant of her human action of the retiring two nights.

Painfully she climbed back onto the deck. She breathed in lungfuls of the unfermented low temperature air, to clear the caustic stink of below pack of cards from her anterior naris. As she limped across the deck of cards she was aware of a bit of the sailors on deck looking at her salaciously and grinning. Mary felt sting of disgrace, despite the huge spending she had accrued. She pulled the folded blanket around her shoulder joint for warmth as the cold sea-breeze blew across the deck. She held on to the rail at the English of the ship to steadfast herself.

As she looked around her something began to nag inside her thinker, something was awry. As her headway cleared she realised what it was. Unlike the day before she could not see any coastline to either side of the watercraft. Mary 's eyebrow furrowed as she puzzled this situation.

Too embarrassed to draw near any of the crew she sidled over to one of the passengers, a smartly-dressed man a few class Old than herself.

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

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

"We appear to be well out to sea,"she said"will we arrive at Land before nightfall ?"

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

The New humankind ! Mary 's oculus bulged across-the-board with surprise, and her jaw dropped in horror. The blood seemed to freeze in her veins as the frigid actualisation dawned upon her that she was going to spend more than time aboard The Mayflower than she had ever thought ...