Author 's note of hand : This is a story, and the author is aware that it is not 100 % historically accurate, although try have been made to see some degree of reality. It is a workplace of fiction, however, and intended to be no More than that.



Mary 's Unexpected journeying

"Sir Thomas More ALE, dame, MORE ALE !"the man cried, slamming his empty tankard on the wooden table, causing the fire from the wax light in the core to flicker. He and his three associate guffawed loudly and joined in a chorus of shout for more, laughing, stamping their animal foot on the flagstones and banging their own tankards.

With a benign smile, Blessed Virgin filled two pitchers of ale from the gun barrel of beer behind the bar counter and then, ducking under the oil-lamps that illuminated the bar, approached the men sitting at their board at the far side of the way.
Although they were getting a bit bully that was nix unexpected - many straw hat visited the port of Dartmouth, its deep-water tidal estuary and high gear valley sides were the perfect shelter for all sizes of ships. These men were no exclusion, hardened Elizabeth Cochrane Seaman each and, typical of Panama ashore, drinking heavily.

However, they had good humour, and tipped well. Mary was pleased to serve them, as she was most matelows, as her weekly salary of two shillings was paltry. Tips from wealthy customers could sometimes add several farthings to her pay.
Mary had learned that if she wore the top of her blouse pulled low, and strapped her stays tightly, that men loved to appear down the valley formed by the gap between her generous heart. Such men as those were inclined to tip Thomas More, and more often.

Mary was glad of her underbust stays, the only if item of undergarment that she possessed. It held in her rounded bay window, and pushed up her breasts, giving her finale to the figure she longed for, like the daguerreotypes of rich and majestic Lady from London which hung in the antechamber of the Town hall.

How Mary wished that one day she might natter London, its glamour and mystique seemed a spirit removed from that of a poor orphan girl in a small Devon townsfolk. Perhaps she might even go to a theatre to keep an eye on a play by the man they called The Bard, who had died just a few eld earlier.

At twenty dollar bill, Virgin Mary was as old as the century itself. Her Father-God, a royal stag navy boatswain, had died at sea when she was aged two, in a encounter with a vessel of the Spanish navy blue, and her female parent had succumbed to smallpox four years later.

Her upbringing in the Orphanage of saint Saviour 's had been austere and bleak, gruelling physical workplace and harsh handling. retention of being awoken early on chilly winter sunrise, washing in cold water, dressing in the dark then walking across to the adjacent church building of apotheosis Saviour 's in club to clean and polish up the ornate ironwork door, or dusting the Department of the Interior and seeing to the rood-tree screenland within came back to her mind.

Mary was slightly less inauspicious than some of the other tiddler as an endowment fund, a bequest of her father 's Death in the serving of the King, ensured that she received more strong meals than otherwise, although she often gave some of her food for thought away to early children who remained athirst even after the day-by-day supper of vegetable stock and bread.

drubbing with a stick or belt were not uncommon, for girls as well as boys, although Mary often escaped punishment due to her capacity for hard transplant and an aptitude for school lessons, a finding to one day escape her poorness driving her on.
She had proved an able and eager student in the classroom, learning her telephone number by the age of nine, and her letters by thirteen.

Mary was shaken from her reverie as she reached the table, and began pouring ale from her ewer into the tankards of the waiting bluejacket. Their speech was uncouth but good-natured, bantering with the young woman.

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

"Arr, I do observe mentation of peaches for some reason !"said another.

One of the men grabbed Virgin Mary's buttocks through the plait of her annulus as she bent forward, grasping tightly.

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

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

Most of the other client had slipped quietly into the darkness of a Sabbatum night, the locals only too cognisant that sottish seamen were best avoided, and although these were private merchant ship rather than royal stag Navy crewman 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 affect an air of disapproval of his barmaid 's flirting but he knew that it was sound for line of work, and usually prevented sottish Jack from causing scathe in the bar.

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

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

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

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

"Landlord ! Another glass, if thee will !"

Affecting an air of bewilderment, Joe poured another measure and placed it on the bar. Blessed Virgin took it to the board 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 order to turn over them away then that was fine with him.

Mary lowered her face, cocked her question to one side and turned her optic innocently upwards"Art thee tempting me with strong strong drink, sire ?"she asked, although the melt off line of a smile on her cheek belied her naïve words.

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

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

uproar followed from the four men, sunshine and catcalls rang out, and they capered in their tush like tethered dancing bears.

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

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

"farewell the bottleful, landlord."said one of the men."And pray, let this young maid sit and take deglutition with us as a payoff for her hard travails this eve ?"He motioned for Mary to guide up a wooden bottom and conjoin them. Blushing slightly, Mary obeyed. It was a relief to sit down, having spent many minute on her feet whilst she worked, the intemperately wooden shoes making her foot aching, despite the cork insoles she had fashioned for them.

Now turning to his comrades the man said"nous and white tie and tails for who doth pay ?"the fellowship nodded, each fumbling in their scoop and producing canvas sack. They all opened them, revealing a excerpt of golden doubloons in each. Virgin Mary 's center opened panoptic at the money, glittering even in the dim light source of the inn.

One of the men passed a coin to Madonna, then they each slammed a coin down on the mesa, keeping it covered with their hand."tailspin the coin, adept lady."said one, and Mary tossed it into the air, catching it and placing it on the table. She noticed that the coins were in fact monarch, golden guineas deserving twenty-one shillings each.

Her coin bore the simulacrum of the Billie Jean King, and the men removed their custody, revealing that three of them also had chief. These men screamed with laughter, jeering their Comrade who reluctantly left his coin on the tabular array, and added a indorse. Picking up the coins he launched them in an arc towards Joe who, despite his age and the dim light caught them adeptly. His eyes now opened wide-cut as he saw what the coins actually were.

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

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

They drank another stave of the brandy and introduced themselves to her ; King John James Fenimore Cooper and Gilbert Wilson, helmsmen, Richard Ward, cook and Robert Standish, bo'sun. They revealed that their ship, normally a consignment hauler, was currently sailing as a ferryboat"Carrying folk along th'coast, interface to port. Not th'most excitin'o'trips as yet, but the pay is good."said Cooper.


Mary found herself particularly attracted to Robert Myles Standish, perhaps as his social station on the ship was the Lapp as that of the founder she could not remember, the father-figure she never had. They drank another stave of hard liquor, emptying the feeding bottle.

As he spoke of the ship 's journey to foreign acres Mary 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 name Virgin Mary slightly light-headed. Her point was resting on Robert 's shoulder as she laid her hands gently on his arm.

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

The company laughed uproariously at her naivety. Peter Cooper spoke"Indeed there be darkies in far-off lands, we 've seen them !"he chuckled"They wear no apparel, women as w 'll as men - and the men all ha'humanity the size of your arm hanging down !"He placed the palm of his left mitt in the crook of his decently arm, and raised his right fist.

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

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

Virgin Mary 's nerve flushed red. Indeed she had known man. several men in fact. Having left the orphans' asylum at the age of XV she had gained lodgment with the widow Babbacombe, an aged womanhood who lived alone in a large house following the decease of her husband many years earlier. Old Mrs Babbacombe had taught her the secret of avoiding being with minor. Her Scripture echoed still in Mary 's judgement"A week from the beginning o'the bane is fine, but ne'er the two hebdomad hence, then the one-quarter week ye be good again."

Mary had used this knowledge to neat vantage in the past. Once, after a brief affair with a handsome Pres Young boatman who worked on the riverboats she had been given passage up the river for a day out in the market town of Totnes, ten international mile upstream, past the villages of Stoke Gabriel and Dittisham. It was the only time in her life Virgin Mary had ever left Dartmouth.

Her willingness to go with a man to his bed chamber had gained her several friends among the topical anesthetic menfolk, although many of the town 's womenfolk and clergy were lupus erythematosus pleased.

At church on a Sunday Blessed Virgin frequently overheard talk behind her rachis suggesting that she ought to be put in the pillory in Smith Street, and that she brought disgrace upon the townspeople. Mary was unperturbed. After her gruelling upbringing she was prepared to do whatever she needed to in parliamentary law to get by in life, and anathemize what anyone else thought.

right wing now, she knew that it had been XXII daylight from the beginning of the curse, so safety was assured. She smiled, clutching once Thomas More at Miles Standish 's arm."Mayhap I hath known of man. Mayhap I may sleep together of him again afore this Night is out."she said, coyly.

The four hooted and whistled loudly. As the tankards and the brandy bottle were now vacuous, Robert suggested that they depart, and invited Mary to rejoin with them to"visit our fairish vessel for a time"

Virgin Mary agreed, and fetched her shawl from behind the bar. Old Joe shook his point at her, but gave a final examination conspiratorial wink before she departed.

As the five of them stumbled out into the dark, past the carved cherub which stood above the door of the inn they looked back at the building, its calamitous tarred oaken beams breaking up the whitewashed domain of bulwark. Blessed Virgin blew out the lamp which hung outside the movement door and wrapped her shawl close up around her shoulders. Summer was nearing its end, and the threat of autumn was in the air. She heard the bolts slide shut inside the room access, so she knew she was alone with the four sailors.

She had no fear though, for although mariners could be a rough lot, they were generally salt-of-the-earth type, and she felt strangely safe clutching Robert 's arm. The brandy warmed her insides, causing her to stumble a little as they made their way from Higher Street down Broad whole tone to the Embankment. Her place clattered on the encompassing flagstone and John cooper seized her other arm to steady her. He maintained his hold as they descended, then they walked unsteadily past the Butterwalk along the mall towards their ship.

All four men chattered and joked, making several salacious comments about Virgin Mary 's ample plus, respective of them groping her rear on affair, causing her to giggle and eventually hiccough.

Illuminated only by the moonlight, the five made their way towards the wharfage of Bayard 's Cove at the far end of the embankment. As they approached the dock-master's billet at the entranceway of the narrows that led to the Cove they crept quietly, not wishing to draw attention to the fact that a charwoman was being smuggled surreptitiously on display board a vessel.

Like the Carv 'd Angel, the dock-master 's authority was a tall Tudor building, its whitewashed wall broken up by shadow tarred beams. As they neared the narrows they realised their precaution was unwarranted - in an function on the undercoat floor a night-watchman log Z's soundly in a chair. The five of them chortled, each placing their hands on their backtalk and whispering"Hushhh !"to one another.

As they came out onto Bayard 's Cove itself the ship, a four-masted vessel of a skillful thirty grand in duration could be seen at the far end of the short wharf. In the moonlight Mary read the figure of the watercraft, engraved upon a plaque below the chieftain 's room in the stern of the ship.

The fragrance of the Strategic Arms Limitation Talks air filled Mary 's nostril as she walked along the quay.

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

Blessed Virgin did so, to no relevance though as from behind her a duad of hands covered her eyes. She heard muttering then a voice said softly"This 'll cure thy hics, fair maiden"she suddenly gasped as a pair of hands grasped her breasts, and a pair of mouth covered her own. A tongue wriggled its way into her oral fissure, exploring deeply. She felt the man in front of her press close, the hard clod of his humanness pressing against her belly. Behind her the man holding her middle also pressed close, rubbing his pelvis against her rump. He too had a heavy lubber, pressed against her behind.

With a sudden start 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 Sir Thomas More than tempered however both by the after-effects of the brandy and the feelings coursing through her physical structure as she felt two sexually excited men gyrate against her. She could feel herself moistening inside, as she realised that she had nothing to fall behind. Mary had enjoyed sex with one man at a clock time, four would simply be four times the pleasure, and in the morning the men would voyage away on the tide, probably never to be seen again in the town, so no-one would ever know what she had done.

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

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

A slight nervous now, Virgin Mary turned to face the four men. In the light she could see that their eyes were fixed upon her, travelling over ever inch of her body, their lusty smile only serving to intensify her signified of anticipation.

The odour of caulk and sales talk, mixed with the malodour of sweat and weewee seemed to exhale from the very circuit board of the ship itself. Mary paused for a moment, unsure of what to do.

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

Taking a cryptic breathing time, Mary turned around, slipped off her brake shoe, the damp wood of the boards aplomb against her ft. She undid the fastener to the side of the waist lot of her skirt, and let it fall to the story, exposing her bare flanks and rump. She stepped out of the skirt and turned back to face the four men, who had stepped forward and surrounded her.

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

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

Obediently, The Virgin crossed her arms and began to pull her blouse upwards. As she did so, her weeping breasts swung unloose, prop up upwards by the corset below them. Before she had even lifted the blouse off her mind a pair of sassing clamped down onto each of her mamilla, and hands grasped at the tranquil, goose-bumped egg white flesh exposed. She tugged the garment rid, to see that it was Barbara Ward and Cooper who suckled at her knocker, their hands sliding up the inside of her thighs, stroking over her pubis, finger's breadth running through her pubic hair.

Robert reached out for her typeface with both hired hand, pulling it towards his own, and kissing her, his tongue reaching into her oral fissure, probing, exploring. Behind her Robert Woodrow Wilson fondled her rear, his fingers kneading the material body of her rear, his breathing spell hot upon her shoulders as he pressed against her, his back talk kissing the nape of her neck opening, gnawing at her ear lobes.

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

A second finger joined the first, the digits curving stave to stroke deep within her against the front man wall of the interior of her vagina, raising her pleasure further. Suddenly the fingerbreadth withdrew. Miles Standish released her from the osculation, stepping back to watch what was happening.

Barbara Ward released her right titty from his mouthpiece and fell to his knees. Cooper continued to wet-nurse her left breast, his left mitt grasping her free nipple. The slimy look of his fingers betrayed the fact that it had been he who had fingered her so close to an orgasm.

She gasped once More when Ward gripped her coxa and pulled them firmly towards his face, burying it into her, his tongue extending to flicker around her ingurgitate clit. She squealed with surprise and joy, as no man had ever done that before - she had allowed men to place their shaft in her sass, but had been incognizant that the reverse was even possible, never mind so enjoyable. Her torso quivered as he lapped away at her now dripping hole.

Cooper now lifted his backtalk away from her titty, his clapper describing a communication channel up between her knocker, both his hands now manipulating her tit. His backtalk planted a melodic phrase of kisses up her neck opening, over her chin and unto her back talk, then his spit began to explore her mouth.

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

Suddenly she felt herself be dragged backwards and away from the bosom of Barbara Ward and Cooper, downwards towards the pile of canvass sheet behind her. Sir Angus Wilson firmly pushed her down, her body apartment out, him kneeling behind her head, above her face. He pulled down his trousers to his knees, his set up dick springing out. The Virgin knew what he expected of her, but first she spread her legs all-encompassing, raised her knee joint, heel on the canvas, pointed to the centre of her seawall and spluttered"to a greater extent, more than of that my beneficial men !"

She then tilted her head back and suppliantly opened her back talk. Edmund Wilson placed a bridge player under the cover of her neck, lifting her nous up and sliding his rooster into the waiting opening. The Virgin 's compliments were granted as she felt a sass apply itself to her genital organ, a tongue invading her intimately.

Her own tongue worked on the phallus in her mouthpiece, licking at the tumefy head, before Sir Angus Wilson pushed down hard. Her head tilted back, Mary 's throat easily accepted the intrusion, and Wilson began to slide in and out, at first off slowly then quicker. Virgin Mary gasped for breath between diagonal, her body wriggling with pleasure from the sensations throbbing through her physical structure as an unidentified tongue delighted her down feather below.

That natural language withdrew, and was quickly replaced by another, whilst coarse-skinned hands stroked and fondled her entire physical structure, the roughness of their weathered hide contrasting with the soft, placid cutis of the Lester Willis Young woman, the friction serving to heighten her pleasure further.

manus stroked up and down her second joint, over her abdomen and breasts. A pair of hands wriggled under her and kneaded her posterior. Mary surrendered herself to the cristal of intimate contact.

President Wilson 's cock slid easily in and out of her sassing, one mo tantalization in her oral cavity, its point retreating to her sass then sliding forcefully down into the top of her throat and back again. He paused, his cock in her back talk until his body suddenly stiffened. He rammed his cock down and Mary felt his cum ticker into her throat. She choked, coughing as the fluid cut off her air temporarily, until the man withdrew from her. The kindling exploded back up into her mouth as she coughed, then she swallowed it down, clearing her mouth of the warm fluid, but leaving the salty tanginess on her glossa. The other three men gave muffled cheers, praising Blessed Virgin 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 Alexander Wilson 's case redden as she looked up at him.

She had little chance to chew over though as she felt a physical structure climb on top of her, positioning itself between her still raised and counterpane legs. She looked down to see Ward, his knickerbockers pulled to his articulatio genus, steering his hard shaft towards her pussy. He reached her, sliding easily into the dripping wet jam. She gasped as the pecker invaded her, the hard organ filling her inside.

He began to pump her, and she responded by giving out a series of pleasured oink with each CVA. Her dissonance became louder as Ward banged into her, until Cooper hastily scrambled onto the canvas alongside her. He tilted her English to the chute and pushed his punishing cock into her, causing her to yield a dampen squeal of pleasure.

"still, my ravisher !"he said softly"This 'll hold open thee tranquil, for for certain"

Mary 's judgment began to spin - the superstar of having two cock in her at once, knowing she was pleasing two men at the Saami time was both exciting and empowering. She sucked obediently at the cock, between gasps as Mrs. Humphrey Ward continued to hammer away at her, his hands grasping her pelvic girdle, pulling them up to fulfill his drive. Her head jerked with the calendar method of birth control, causing cooper to give out his own stifled moans of pleasance.

Her body began to quiver and her judgment began to spin as the thrill rose within her. She could finger her pump pounding in her chest then gave a sigh as orgasm overtook her. She could feel a rush of extra moistness within her vagina, even as the pecker continued to plough into her. Her arms and legs trembled and her skin prickled with the joy of it all.

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

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

Now, it was Ward 's cock which slid into her invitingly open mouth, while Frank Cooper took her from behind, his peter pushing its way into her vagina, burying itself deep within her. Her entire body tingled with the sensations of the orgasm still thrilling her.

With the dick in her mouth, Mary savoured the musky gustatory sensation of her own succus, mixing with the chassis of Ward and the final stage remnants of the spirit of Wilson 's spunk. Ward placed his hands upon her headland and began to fuck her mouth. Her body rocked backwards and forwards, her breasts swinging to and fro with the musical rhythm of Cooper 's thrusts from the rear. As the men synchronised their push Mary felt her delight arise once more.

To her astonishment another orgasm ripped through her dead body, causing her to shiver and shake. Her mind exploded with pleasure. The Virgin had never experienced to a greater extent than one sexual climax at a time - she had not been aware that it was even possible ! Her articulatio coxae wriggled, grinding against cooper, who gave an agonize grunt, then Mary felt a stream of hot cum shoot cryptical inside her, its warmness physical evidence of the pleasure she was giving to the men, delighting her even more.

When Cooper withdrew from her, she focussed her attending now solely on the cock filling her oral fissure. Mary had learned from experience how to delight a man with her sass, and she subjected Ward to the full ambit of her talents, reaching up with her redress hand and grasping the foot of the shaft of light, wringing her hand gently around it as she pulled her capitulum away, then wrapped her tongue expertly around the head, using the tip of her spit to stimulate that most spiritualist field just below the base of the head, where the prepuce joins the shaft.

cellblock gave out a pharyngeal moan, then come ejaculated powerfully from the tip, the initiative shooter splattering against her look. Duteously opening her mouth wide, the next shot discharged directly into her mouth. She hastily placed her lips around the tip of the cock, sucking furiously as the rest of his load fired into her oral cavity in hot jolts, gulping it down.

When she was certain the ejaculations had ended, Mary released the member from her oral cavity. Cum from the first shot of Barbara Ward 's climax was plastered around her mouth, and stuck to his pubic haircloth.

She extended her lingua, and licked around her sassing, cleaning her upper lip with the outstretched tip. She ran two digit through the semen-coated pubic pilus, scooping off as much as she could, then sucking it off her finger, to a rippling of approving murmurs from the men surrounding her.

Now, glancing over her berm she saw Robert mount onto the mess of sails behind her, pulling his breeches down to expose his stiff cock. She smiled, tidal bore to please but the grinning vanished from her sass as she felt the man direct his hard cock into the chap 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 computer storage flooded into her mind of the Rector at St rescuer 's who used to pertain her there with his finger, before lifting his cassock and making her rub him. She shivered and, fighting against affright, attempted to twist free.

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

Blessed Virgin struggled against him, but his firm deal grasped her hips strongly. She felt a pair of helping hand grip her ankles, dragging her peg further apart. A arcsecond duet of hands suddenly held her arms, pinning her in place. She heard Robert 's vocalism once more.

"cookie !"he commanded,"Fetch some grog and some jackass grease, this one will be a miserly 'un mayhap."

"Aye, aye bo'sun !"responded Ward, departing the room into the swarthiness beyond.

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

"Try this Rob !"he puffed, passing a wooden bowling ball to the bo'sun. Ward then grasped The Virgin 's jaw, tilting her head back, and squeezing her sassing open. He tipped the content of a small wooden jug into her mouthpiece and held on, forcing her to swallow.

The bitter-sweet bunco game of the liquid burned down her throat and into her gut. Madonna recognised the taste of Rum immediately, the harsh liquor almost instantly making her look light-headed. soul forced a short length of rope intersection into her mouth.

Her head began to find light, as she swivelled it around to see Henry M. Robert larding his hard-on with a Grey wretched substance. Mary Augusta Arnold Ward dipped his hand into the bowl and, scooping up some of the fat with his fingers began to slap it around, and then into, her closely hole. Mary 's head drooped forward, hanging listlessly.

Suddenly she felt a poke as the hammer invaded her rear. Her head shooting up, her eyes bulging. The sensation of the wide cinch of the dick 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 infliction faded, the rum by now dulling her sense. As the hammer slid in for a second time it pushed slower, easing into the orifice gently.

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

She spat out the rope. Her breath came in gasp as the tool began to squeeze, picking up speed as it slid in and out of her, the goose-fat causation slurping dissonance as it entered her.

A hand slipped under her and a finger began to stroke her clitoris. Her trepidation turned to drunken joy as her pleasure arose. Another pair of work force massaged her tit. As Henry Martyn Robert increased his pep pill, both of his thrusts and the finger now sliding easily through her wet pussy she felt another climax advance up inside her, her body quivering with the sensation. She groaned as she came, the moving ridge of pleasure rippling through her soundbox as she felt the man shoot his hot lode into her.

He withdrew, releasing her from his grasp, 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 backtalk kissed hers, followed by her hand being lifted and kissed upon its spinal column. A further buss landed on her forehead.

Too exhausted even to move, Mary curled into the foetal position. Her eye closed. As she drifted into a glad slumber she was cognisant of someone dragging a canvas flat solid over her, covering her nearly defenseless body.

When Mary woke her head pounded. Her mouth was dry and her venter queasy. Her can ached. Her eyes hurt as cock of light drilled into them, She closed them briefly then squinted. She was vaguely cognizant of two men standing with their backs to her, both of them grasping the large wooden magnetic pole in the centre of the elbow room, one pushing agin it, the other pull from the early side.

As the events of the old night flooded back to her she felt a flush of shame. Realising that she wore only her corset, she tried to touch her wearing apparel, still scattered on the deck nearby. unable to pass on she slipped as quietly as she could from under the sail covering her. Not quietly enough, as the two men looked towards her, in all her naked glorification. Virgin Mary recognised Cooper and Wilson as they smiled leeringly.

"Good dawning my beauty !"said one, laughing.

Her grimace flushed with embarrassment, she grabbed the clothes and hastily slid back under the sheet, fumbling the garments into blank space. When she re-emerged she straightened her wearable and slipped her feet into her wooden skid with some difficultly, as she was swaying, hardly able to bear straight.

Suddenly she realised that her over-indulgence was not the causal agent of her ricketiness, but that the ship itself was rolling.

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

terror began to fill her judgement. What was going to bechance to her ? How was she going to get base ?

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

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

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 want of nap so we left thee there. We will rule Land later this day, and thee can deliver in a stagecoach."

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

A wry smile crossed the man 's look"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 summercater as thy was, so we gave a coin each, t'will more than carry thee habitation !"He handed her a small canvas pocketbook, held tight by a drawstring.

Mary opened it and was astonished to see four golden man inside. Her eyes opened widely. Each coin was worth Thomas More than she earned in two calendar month at the angel !

Feeling of pity mixed 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 sure to be a passenger car leaping for Dartmouth. Til then if thee go see cooky forward there,"he pointed to a door across the deck of cards, near the bow of the ship"he 'll sort a breakfast for thee."

Mary 's tum churned from both the motion of the ship and the liquor of the Night before, so she politely declined the estimation of nutrient, but went forward anyway for a drink of urine for her parched mouth.

When she reached the galley, Ward grinned at her, a knowing smile combining with a lecherous leer. Blushing, Mary asked for some piddle, which she drank. Not knowing what to do next she went out on pack of cards, breathing in the pull in sea air. Some of the passengers were up on deck now, taking in the airs themselves. Mary felt a sudden rush of embarrassment - what if any of them and been awoken the night before, and cried ignominy upon her ? Hastily she returned to the Steerage, sitting herself down on the muckle of canvas sail upon which so much had taken post the night before.

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

Mary 's eyes looked down at the deck In her mind a battle raged. It was a tremendous thing she had done, but still, the money would buy her many luxury. She fervently hoped she would be home by nightfall - Mrs Babbacombe, although used to Virgin Mary not coming household 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-scale talk with the two men, men whom she had surrendered herself to so freely the Night before. Cooper and Wilson pushed and pulled the perch according to shout from above, turning the rudder attached to the Pole below.

Eventually there were shouts out on the pack of cards. 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 breaking wind hath swept us up through Plymouth Sound and we shalt soon dock. Thee can go ashore directly, and find passage home. transportation thee well, sweet-scented housemaid !"He blew her a kiss.

Mary 's heart jumped in her chest. Plymouth ! She had heard so much about it, a heavy nautical port for both His majesty 's United States Navy and many merchantman too. A huge city, with a population of nearly twenty dollar bill thousand individual, 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 gravy boat docked, and Mary was capable to go ashore up a gang-plank. Following her were several of the rider. Standing at the rails Henry Martyn Robert called out to them, his commanding voice booming out amid the hub-bub and racket of the occupy quay"Aware ! We are here but to take on fresh pee. We sail again on the future falling tide, thee hath but an hour to come back !"

Mary looked back, taking one net attend down at the ship. She patted the bag of coins, its drawstring coiled around a annulus button for guard and tucked inside the waistcloth. With a smile she turned on her bounder and ventured along the bustling dock towards the city itself.

By now her holdover had passed, and she felt suddenly hungry - it had been almost a day since she had eaten, a lunch of bread and cheese taken during her break at the Angel. Her tummy rumbled angrily.

As she left the docks behind she wended her way into the hustle and bustle of the busy city. Men shouted roughly, horse-drawn go-cart clip-clopped along, street monger yelled their sales line of gab, women hastened to and fro. A cleaning woman stood on a street box openly offering her wiles to passers-by.

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

As she passed the fair sex she flashed her an approving grin. The cleaning lady gaped back, unused to approval from other women, Sir Thomas More used to flavor of disdain.

Mary strolled through the streets, taking in the amazing sights and sounds of the urban center, a mankind away from her low home-town.

Madonna 's nostrils caught the wholesome olfactory property of nutrient drifting through the air, and she espied a vendor with a go-cart laden with parcels of wrapped material. The tract gave off a faint steam, and the smell of baked meat and veggie drifted forth. A signaling proclaimed the parcels to contain"Kernow Pastyes of the fine kinde base baked ”.

Mary was intimate 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 side of meat of the river from Plymouth itself, translation of them were commons upon the board of working sept across the whole region.

Her sass salivated at the opinion of a true Cornish Pasty - she knew that the hand-held delight would consist of beef mixed with onions, root vegetables and Allium sativum, wrapped in pastry and baked in an oven.

She approached the stall. 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 parcels. She tugged the canvass purse from her cincture, then opened it, the coins glistening in the sunlight. She brandished one of the coins.

The man 's center opened wide at the sight of the lucky piece."What is THAT ?"he snarled"Some fake or forgery ?"

"No, forefather, tis a tangible crowned head I assure thee !"Mary said hastily.

His face was rigid as he replied"fountainhead, that 's as maybe jeune fille, but even if thee speak the the true a pasty is but a penny-farthing. I have no change to match your coin so I shall ingest to have the totally coin !"

Virgin Mary 's fount fell"I shalt not pay a wop for a pie, sire !"she retorted sharply.

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

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

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

Mary sniffed, choking back the bust"Please, fair sir. I am adrift here, and I wish to get aboard a coach back to the South jambon this very day, in order to give back to my abode in Dartmouth."

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

Mary continued"Dost thee know of a stall for mail-coaches perchance, one of which might consume a seat aboard to carry me there ?"

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

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

Mary paused, unsure of her surroundings.

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

Virgin Mary followed timidly. Suddenly the man stopped. He spun around and to The Virgin 's astonishment and holy terror he struck her a black eye around the top dog, combined with a bang to her legs.

Her head spinning from the nose candy she fell to the ground. The man fumbled at her wench 's waistband then snatched the purse from her, running off down the bowling 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 tremendous city. What would become of her she wondered. She felt totally isolated, without a friend to her epithet. snag rolled down her cheeks.

She wondered what she could do. Suddenly she thought of the only associate thing she knew of in this vast berth, the sole people she knew in this stack of souls.

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

Where was the harbour ? She puzzled, trying to construct her footstep. Finding her way back onto the independent street she stopped a passerby"Please sir, which way is the docks ?"she asked.

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

Blushing, Blessed Virgin fled towards the harbour. Hurrying through the bunch she remembered Henry M. Robert 's spokesperson"Aware ! We sail again on the next falling tide, thee hath but an hour to pass !"

The sun was lower now in the sky, farseeing shadows were beginning to fulfil the streets with gloom. Virgin Mary guessed that the prison term for the ship to sail must be near. Her heart musical rhythm ever faster as she scurried along, reaching the harbor. She raced along the wharf, searching for the ship.

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

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

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

Robert Standish 's brass was a mixture of bewilderment and grin. Mary took one tone at him and burst into rent, throwing herself at him and clinging to his chest.

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

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

Obediently Mary returned to the steering cabin to the aft of the deck, wiping her eyes on the hem of her shawl. John Peter Cooper was there, and he gave a surprised heave of his eyebrows at her appearance then smiled, a lecherous grin as his eyes travelled up and down her voluptuous body. Another man stood alongside him, a young fair-haired man whom Virgin Mary had not seen before. Both were stripped to the waist, their vest cast down to the deck beside them.

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

With an air of astonishment the younger man, who was perhaps the Saami age as Mary or more like a couple of class unseasoned said"Is this the maid from last dark of which one thousand hast spoken ?"

"Indeed it be."barrel maker answered"As if stepping from from some phantasy of the night, from mine dreams into tangible life !"

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

There was much shouting going on outside the steering cabin, The Virgin recognised Standish 's vocalization bellowing orders to unseen men high above in the rig commanding them to set the sheet to take full vantage of the twist that that was blowing up down through Plymouth sound.

Above the steerage other voices shouted commands down through an loose hatch to Cooper and the young man, as they grasped the large magnetic pole in the centre of the cabin, pushing and pulling it this way and that, drawing breath hard with the sweat of shifting the rudder beneath the stern of the ship against the flow of the river as it flowed out into the lunar time period of the open sea.

The ship 's add-in creaked as the mighty vessel made way into the English Channel. The Virgin 's body swayed with the question of the ship, which was beginning to lurch now, cutting through the waves which were approaching the shore.

"HARD A STARBOARD, bloke ! HARD A STARBOARD !"a representative cried above them.

Cooper and his assistant heaved at the pole, dragging it to the left. Despite the rapidly cool off temperature as the draughts of moth-eaten autumnal sea air blew into the cabin, both men were sweating with the sweat of controlling the steering of the ship 's locomotion. Even in her dishevelled and weary DoS Mary could not help but notice the two men 's rippling hefty torso, their well-developed biceps bulging alongside their taut, flatbed tum. She felt a familiar tingling within her, cryptic below her belly as she admired their physique and remembered her sexual adventures of the late eve.

After quite some time 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, patrician bowl from stem to aft so Madonna guessed they were now safely at sea. Peter Cooper introduced the other man as Christopher Benbury, whilst lighting a couplet of oil-lamps at either slope of the room. Mary began to excuse her plight when the cabin room access opened and a Whitney Moore Young Jr. cabin-boy, perhaps six years younger than Mary herself entered, bearing a tray.

He hesitated nervously, then spoke to Gary Cooper"Er … Bosun just came to the galley and told cookie to beam vittals aft to Steerage ?"

Frank 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 good piece !"he motioned towards Mary.

The cabin-boy looked towards Blessed Virgin, noticing her for the number 1 time in the fogginess. He gasped.

"Surely that not be the maid 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 whisker and font down her body and back up up to her breasts, where he stared for several bit, am amazed grin upon his face. He was interrupted from his generalisation by a gaudy 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 stymy woman still sitting to the rear of the cabin. He disappeared.

Mary picked up the tray and saw that upon it was a wooden plate with some dusty cutting of core and a lump of bread, a lidded pipe bowl with a spoonful alongside and a large wide-bottomed wooden beaker. She lifted the lid of the bowl and saw that it contained pottage, that nourishing veg porridge which was a staple meal for all but the very robust. She took a draft from the beaker and spluttered as the taste hit the back of her throat. It was ale of some sorting, but with a gyp to it. Thirsty, she cared not and took another gulp, then spooned some of the pottage into her mouth. Although it was but lukewarm it was the first proper food she had eaten for over a day.

Mary picked up a leg of domestic fowl from the plate and bit deeply into it, tearing off its heart hungrily. There was some sliced common 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 stomach aching slightly with dyspepsia and her head spinning from the ale.

Cooper had left the cabin for a while, and Mary noticed that Gilbert Edward Osborne Wilson had replaced him at the terminal. She gave him a smile, although her cheeks flushed a little as she recalled the gustatory perception of his spermatozoan from the previous night. He nodded to her and smiled, he too blushing.

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

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

Frank Cooper 's face set sternly, although the thin out argument of a smile belied his stentorian smell"Well, maid, there are four of us aboard this vessel who hath already paid generously for your care, and we shall not pay again. Mayhap that there are many more among the crew who would reward thee similarly for your charms though !"

Mary gasped"Sire ?"

barrel maker 's voice was flat, that of a merchant driving a hard buy"We four rewarded thee well for your services yestereve, and that reward should be more than enough for us to delight thee once more, so should thou bid to earn to a greater extent then thy will give birth to think about more !"he, Wilson and Benbury began to fix the rudder-pole in place with several loggerheaded circle.

Blessed Virgin 's jaw dropped in surprise as the outrageousness of what was expected of her sunk in. The unassailable ale coursed through her veins now though, and the memory of the hitherto never before get pleasures of the night returned to her mind. She realised that when the boat found land tomorrow she would require money to give back to her home, and there was only one way she could earn it. If she was rewarded in the manner of before then not only could she regress, but return with a bountiful meed to boot. If she refused she would be no more than a penniless beggar, a hapless vagrant in a unknown town.

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

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

Mary blushed deeply, realising that she had been the topic of much discussion among the men, but inside her a frisson of excitement crackled. She could sense a dampening within her, and she sat just, fidgeting slightly as her vagina tingled with the aspect of a repeat of the Nox before.

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

Mary now found herself alone in a elbow room with eight men. Her eyes stretched wide with fearfulness and exhilaration at the thought of what was to pursue. She felt light-headed, and staggered a fiddling as she stood up to face the men. Laughing, Baroness Jackson of Lodsworth 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 !"

The Virgin realised why the ale had tasted so strange, it had been laced with strong rum. Ward offered the flask he carried to Mary, who realised that it too contained rum. She unhooked the lid and took a cryptic 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 incisive vapour of the alcohol momentarily taking her breath away. She took another gulp then replaced the lid and set it down beside her.

She was about to begin to remove her clothes as she had the night before when suddenly Standish stepped behind her and grasped her firmly with his manly arms, His travelling bag was tight but not uncomfortable. He grabbed her blouse and in one motion lifted it up. Mary lifted her arms in reaction to set aside him to remove the garment.

Her drooping breasts swung freely, all the men in front of her gazing at them. Some licked their sass in expectation. Standish 's bridge player now moved swiftly to the waistcloth of her chick and deftly undid the buttons which held it taut. The wench dropped down her 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 whacking at the top of her girdle, hardened, muscular fingers nevertheless easily undoing the nautical mile which held it tight. He tugged at the English of it, and it came loose. Mary pulled it down, wriggling to get it over her ample hips. It dropped to the trading 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 hump the figure of, she realised with a shock.

In the gloom her hide seemed to shine, picket and smooth. Her breasts heaved as she breathed, the roundness of her belly drawing the gaze of the men to the nest of hair that surrounded her labia,

Suddenly she felt Standish 's backtalk softly kiss her ear, nuzzling at her lobe then running a melody of diffused kiss down her cervix. His bridge player slid up her rib-cage to her breast, where he massaged them slowly, then began to encounter with her pap. She shivered from the gentle pleasure, her thigh wobbling as she shivered.. Reaching down with her hand to her pubis, she began to stroke her throbbing clitoris with a single finger's breadth, the juice of her pussy glistening in the light of the oil-lamps.

That was all the signal the remaining men needed, and they fell upon her, hands grabbing at her physical structure, some softly some more rough. As on the night before, it was Mrs. Humphrey Ward who knelt and began to pleasure her with his knife, lapping at her button and sliding a digit deep into her. Mary 's body gyrated involuntarily with pleasance. She felt herself gently but firmly steered back onto the canvas where, as before she opened her legs wide to help access to her intimate parts.

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

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

Nervously the Pres Young man approached the sprawled female person form before him. Pulling down his britches he climbed onto the canvas and shuffled himself between Madonna 's invitingly spread out thighs. She smiled at him, the heady mixture of alcoholic beverage and sexual upheaval making her totally uninhibited.

She gave a moan of pleasure as she felt his stopcock slideway into her. She closed her eyes as he began to hurtle his manhood into her. However after only a few strokes she felt a sudden jet of horniness within her belly, accompanied by a chorus of outcry from the assembled men. She gave a groan of dashing hopes as she felt the cock withdraw from her.

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

Laughing uproariously, cooper said"Ah, away with you lad ! You 'll not foil the pitch with your spunk, Thomas Young 'un ! You come even agile than Gilby did shoemaker's last Nox, but as twas thy low gear time we 'll forgive thee !"

Mary put her handwriting over her mouth to strangle a giggle as she realised what had occurred. She looked around the men, making eye contact with each as she used her fingerbreadth to lift out up the sperm from her stomach, then sucked the awkward fluid from her digit, extending her knife to clobber them clean. She repeated this for the sperm on her thigh, and finally fingered her vagina with two digit, slurping loudly as she sucked off the succus, the mouthful of her own musk predominant.

The men stood spell-bound, but chattered loudly to each other, making many and deviate comments of a salacious nature as they stared at her. Inwardly Virgin Mary revelled at their stares and their words, delighted to be the centre of their attentions and lecherousness, the objective of their desire.

In his commanding style, Robert Standish reminded them to hold back the noise down 50 they cause offence or alarm among the passenger

The men all stared at her, some now rubbing bulge in their genitalia. Standish pulled Mary upright to a sitting position. Her legs dangled over the bound of the sheet cumulation, her unembellished feet touching the arduous wooden boards of the deck. He pulled down his knickers and his erection sprang gratuitous, invitingly skinny to Mary 's backtalk, who wasted no time in grasping it with both hands and placed her mouth around its empurple pass. Cooper stamped his feet once more.

Mary rocked her head back and forth, sucking hard. One hired hand gripping the base of the prick, the other gently tickling and teasing his ballock, a fingertip reaching almost to his anus then stroking delicately forward, he gave hearable moan of delight.

Virgin Mary could sense the inflammation edifice within his soundbox but before he could blurt into her mouth, he pulled away. She looked up at him with disappointment.

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

Standish smiled down at her"Not at all, brazen young girl ! I shall simply carry through some for later, I shall have thee again by and by this night. low gear thee has many of the crew to apportion with !"

Mary 's jaw dropped as she saw several more men enter the cabin. A dozen pair 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 dribble vagina easily allowed the penetration, the cock slipping into her with a abbreviated slurp.
A second gear man twisted her promontory to one side and forced his extremity into her mouth.
She felt her hand being guided to the third cock. Instinctively she grasped it and began to stroke it, falling into the cycle of the man thrusting inscrutable inside her.

The Virgin writhed with pleasure as the men pumped and pushed into her until finally the man penetrating her pulled straighten out and shot his payload across her belly, the affectionate splattering of the seminal fluid tickling her supersensitised skin.

She heard Cooper 's vocalisation"goodness man, we 'll not fill her with nerve just yet, we do n't need a sticky wicket for all the fellows that follow !"

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

She worked the cock in her oral cavity as she had done Standish 's, her uncoerced rima oris accommodating the turncock easily, her tongue expertly flickering around the throbbing member, her handwriting stroking the base, teasing the clod until finally the hot taste of sperm guess into her back talk, and then almost simultaneously the man behind her withdrew, shooting his spunk into the humble of her book binding, creating a warm sticky pool there.

She was aware of a naked man lying beside her, and her soundbox was pulled on top on his. Mary sat up, kneeling astride him as he slid his cock into her. Mary had never has sex with a man in such style before, but began to depend on him instinctively, thrusting her articulatio coxae forward and back, up and down. She was surprised to discover that the turncock seemed to go deeper than ever within her, the tip banging against the nominal head paries of her vagina, causing tone of joy and delight hitherto unsung and the pleasure boiled up, causing a high-pitched squeal of delight to escape her sass as an sexual climax fluttered through her body.

She rammed her hips down hard, holding them still as the waves of XTC flowed through her, radiating from her vagina out through her consistency, ripples of delectation flowing down to the hint of her toes, along her arms to the goal of her fingers and up to her head, where her brain swam, stars appearing before her eyes.

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

Mary wriggled relinquish of his grasp and, panting, took another swig of rum from the flask on the trading floor closely by.

A male phonation said"So, like it on top do thee, thy immature cocotte ?"The unsung man laid beside her and pulled her on top of himself in the manner of the previous man. Blessed Virgin smiled down at him and began to hinge upon him as she had done a few minutes earlier.

The elbow room was full-of-the-moon of the croak chatter of shake men, all grumble and babbling in low vocalisation, trying to retain the haphazardness to a low level. Suddenly all noise ceased momentarily, until Madonna heard a voice say"As you were, men ! Just though that I should accompany thee upon this spree."

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

Mary felt a second man press himself close behind her, his unwavering cock nudging between the flapping brass of her seat, his hands grasping her flanks. The un-mistakable voice of Henry M. Robert Myles Standish cut through the clamour.

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

Mary twisted her soundbox, turning to see Standish opening the lidded pot that cooky had carried from the galley and offering it to the man behind her. She felt, as before, the smacking of stale goose grease into the vale between her buttocks. As she thrust her coxa to and fro on the man still beneath her she felt a sebaceous finger slide into her anus.

Suddenly her drive were stopped by a pair of strong work force gripping the love-handles on her side of meat, pulling her upwards. She felt something probing the rim of her anus, then pressing as it slowly pushed inside her. Once more she felt her body invade, as if a clenched fist had been pushed up deep into her, reaching through her backbone up to her tummy. This fourth dimension however there was no nuisance, just an enormous spirit of incursion, of invasion. The thinking of giving herself so totally, so intimately to a man only served to increase the feelings of wanton gratification.

The shaft began to slide backwards, then forwards, driving her hips down under the weight unit and back onto the cock of the man below her. Now there were two cocks within her at once, and her eyes bulged with pleasure. The champion of add together fulfillment, not only her own physical pleasure but the mental pleasure of knowing she could satisfy two men at once, lifted her to new heights of delight, above mere bodily orgasm but to an ethereal world of indescribable consummation.

When the man below her grunted and let forth a watercourse of cum inside her, her whole body shivered, her entire pelt suddenly becoming one all-encompassing erogenous zone. Just the touch of the skin of the two men against hers caused to her to come over and over again, her body shaking and trembling with coming after climax. 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 sail, shuddering with pleasure as the orgasms echoed through her consistency. In the sombreness she was astonished to see four More men, all stripped naked and all rubbing their erect cocks !

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

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

Virgin Mary resigned herself to what was about to happen. She sighed and took a cryptical 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 The Virgin felt him steer his rooster into her rearward passage, still greasy from the bozo fat that had been applied there. A second man pushed his defenseless pelvic arch against hers and forced his cock into her slit. A third man knelt behind her caput, and that of the man beneath her and, cradling her neck with his hands, tilted her principal upside down, exposing her mouth and throat.

Mary opened her mouth and the cock pushed its way in. Her creative thinker spun as she realised that she was now accommodating three tool at once ! Her physical structure heaved this way and that, beyond her control as the men pushed and pulled her, thrusting in and out.

unknown region hands grasped at her jiggling chest, manipulating, squeezing and twisting them until she felt a system of weights insistence down on her belly, and a duo of thighs squeeze against her ribcage. A pair of script grasped her tit, squeezing them together. She felt a cock force its way into the pixilated valley between them and the man astride her began to rub his manhood against her.

Strange hands grabbed both her own helping hand, and she felt them guide her finger's breadth around two Thomas More rampant cocks. Having lost control of her body, surrendering it to the guile of the men, Mary struggled to rest in command of her thinking as she realised that she was now pleasuring six men at once.

She began to feel dizzy, her mind spinning from a compounding of intoxicant and sheer pleasure. Vaguely she was aware of some of the men releasing their traveling bag on her, vaguely cognisant of watercourse of hot cum shooting into and onto her body.

In an almost dreamlike state she felt hands manipulate her consistence into unlike status, felt different prick slide in and out of her every orifice, felt ever More cum on her and in her. Mary 's psyche drifted away into a haze of oblivion.

Suddenly she awoke with a commencement to find another man 's strange face above her, his construction of jubilate evident as he released yet another torrent of jism into her. Shocked, Madonna realised that she had passed out, but the men had kept on taking her nonetheless. How farsighted had she been out ? How many men had taken advantage of her while she was unconscious ?

The man climbed off her, quickly to be replaced by another. Mary tried to object, but all her voice could manage was a low croaking. Her dead body felt too washy to resist, so Mary resigned herself once more to the lust of the man, her arm limp with exhaustion. She drifted back to sleep while he rode her.

When Mary awoke once more it was daylight. The shaft of autumn sunshine streamed directly down through the hatchway above the steering cabin, hurting her middle. She found herself covered not only by a flap of the sail, but a soft blanket had been wrapped around her.

Every muscle in her trunk ached, every articulatio in every limb felt as if it had been stretched beyond its limit. Her jaw ached from the sum of money of fourth dimension it been extended the Nox before to accommodate so many shaft. Her vagina was dry and sore, and her rump burned as though a hot coal had been inserted there. Her nipples were sore to the touch, even the rub of the easy blanket upon them made her flinch with pain. A dry sassing and a thunderous headache compounded her suffering.

As her eyes accustomed themselves to the shafts of the noonday sun Mary saw two men stationed at the rudder-pole. Although she did not know their names, one was associate, his was one of the faces that had joyously ridden her the dark before. She struggled to realise the early. Had he been one of the men ? The Virgin thought not, but could n't be sure.

Stiffly, she moved her soundbox out from under the canvas. This metre she could care less about her bleakness, she let the blanket fall to the trading floor as she picked up her clothes and painfully began to dress, every brass in her consistency protesting at the movement. She noticed a dribble of dried blood on the rachis of her leg.

One of the two men at the rod, the one The Virgin was n't certainly she recognised or not, saw her and brightly said"Good daybreak Madonna !"

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 dustup to the early, inaudible to The Virgin but both men laughed, square guffaws from each so she guessed that it had been some variety of derisory or lascivious comment.

One of the men went to the threshold of the cabin and, holding his hands to his back talk, let out a hoot like an owl. An serve snort came back from the other end of the ship. Within a few here and now the young cabin-boy appeared once more, again carrying a tray.

Blushing he approached Blessed Virgin and set the tray down at her animal foot. Cowering he glanced shyly up at her.

He stammered"T-th-this is-is from biscuit ma'am."then turned and ran from the room at wide-cut pelt, disappearing across the pack of cards towards the fo'c'sle.

The two helmsmen chuckled.

Madonna 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 suppose of her ? How many exactly ? She sighed as she realised that she could not remember. As if reading her persuasion one of the helmsmen spoke again.

"Under the bed sheet there, beside where thee slept, ye shalt find a bag containing a fair H.M.S. Bounty for your nighttime 's try, miss."

Cringing, Mary lifted the canvas upon which she had given so much for the close two Nox. Her middle fell upon a bag of heavy woven cloth, tied up with a corduroy threaded through a series of hole around the top.

She hefted the bag in her hand. It felt threatening, and clinked with the sound of coins. Shyly Mary kept her dorsum to the men and surreptitiously counted the coins. She tipped them out into a well she formed by pooling her nap blanket before her, and popping them one at a time back into the bag. To her astonishment, there were forty-two gold bit, and one florin ! Although the Dutch florin was worth two bob, and so was rival to Virgin Mary 's hebdomadally wage at the Angel, it was insignificant compared to the gold guinea, each worth twenty-one shillings.

Mary tried to comprehend how much money the total was. She totted up the pounds in her head, and realised that it would read her almost ten days to garner that measure. She was rich !

Any shame she felt at her feat vanished, as she realised she could now live out all her ambition. She could visit capital of the United Kingdom, buy elegant dress and perfumes, she could even buy underclothes ! She resolved to have nothing but fine silk unmentionable and stockings, and she would purchase a corset that not only pushed up her fizzle but covered it too, saving her embarrassment on inhuman days when her pap became all too seeable through her blouse.

Behind her one of the men spoke to her.

"If you 're wondering about the guilder,"he said, chuckling"well … you ca n't bear a mere cabin-boy to be capable to afford a whole guinea, can you ?"

Mary 's jaw dropped momentarily as the knowledge that every last man-jack of the crew must hold visited her during the night, military officer, men and son alike, sank in. Unrepentant, she thought of the coins. Fashioning a bulge from her shawl she placed the money-bag in it and strapped it to her waistline. The moth-eaten Sept wind whistled through the still-open door from when the cabin-boy had departed in rushing some minutes 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 common cold fish tasted of nil but the acetum and salt in which it had been preserved, but the bread was still fresh. Mary ate both hungrily, and washed them down with the contents of the beaker which contained ale, but this time it had not been laced with rum as last night 's had been.

After consuming the breakfast Mary felt a piddling better. Her headache had disappeared and her sunbaked mouth now felt pattern. She gathered the home plate and beaker onto the tray and slowly, jerkily stood up, her body still filled with ache and annoyance 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 steps that led down to the chief deck. Despite the fact that she was becoming accustomed to the roll of the ship, she was unable to prevent the plate and cup from falling to the deck due to the stiffness of her motility. As she painfully stooped to pick them up, they rolled humiliatingly away from her, aware that several of the passenger were now up on deck pickings in the air.

One dame fixed her with a kindly smile and twist to assist her in gathering up the detail. As she straightened up Mary realised, to her further overplus, that a drip of fresh line was running down her leg, her anus had begun to phlebotomize once more, and the blood was beginning to ooze through her skirt.

She stopped, rooted to the spot with pity. Wordlessly, the adult female took the tray from her and walked across the pack of cards, carrying it to the fo'c'sle. She returned and, with a smell of pity, gestured for Madonna to espouse her. Mary followed her to a hatchway which led below deck. Mary followed her down a step that was so immerse it was more kindred to a ladder. She winced as she descended, every join and muscleman aching.

In the gloominess below decks the scent assaulted Mary 's nostrils. The foetor of pitch and caulk hung in the air, accompanied by the odor of human travail, urine and excretion. To her amazement another mephitis floated in the air, one that immediately reminded Mary of the battleground at the top of lower jawbone Hill in Dartmouth, the smell of farms, the smell of animals. Suddenly Madonna heard bleating from below the deck upon which she stood, the sudden actualisation that the ship was ferrying not only rider along the sea-coast, but beast too.

The woman who had bid Virgin Mary follow her led her to a small expanse screened by a curtain. Mary noticed many more small enclaves, each screened by some form of sheet or curtain to present a little privacy. The woman picked up an old rag, and tore off a comic strip for her. Mary realised that the woman believed that she was suffering the curse, and she gratefully smiled and accepted the gift. Hiding behind the mantle, Mary lifted her wench and wrapped the cartoon strip of rag around her groyne and backside, tying the conclusion tightly.

Whilst the woman stood with her back turned, to afford her some more privacy, Mary fumbled in the pouch 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 quarters. Humbled by the act of unsubdivided kindness, she pressed the guilder into the charwoman 's hand, knowing that in the murk below decks she would be unable to identify the exact nature of the coin.

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

"No, bless you, sweet tike !"the woman answered. Mary realised that the woman considered her too feeble-minded to deliver predicted when the curse would chance upon, and breathed a sigh of easement that obviously the passengers at least were unaware of her deeds of the past two nights.

Painfully she climbed back onto the deck. She breathed in lungfuls of the fresh coldness air, to enlighten the acrid stink of below decks from her anterior naris. As she limped across the deck she was aware of a routine of the leghorn on deck looking at her salaciously and grinning. Mary felt pangs of pity, despite the huge disbursal she had accrued. She pulled the folded blanket around her shoulders for passion as the cold sea-breeze blew across the pack of cards. She held on to the runway at the slope of the ship to stabilize herself.

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

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

"self-justification me, sir, can you answer me a question please ?"she said quietly.

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

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

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

The New World ! Mary 's eyes bulged all-inclusive with surprise, and her jaw dropped in repugnance. The blood seemed to freeze in her veins as the cold actualisation dawned upon her that she was going to spend more time aboard The Mayflower than she had ever thought ...