Author 's note : This is a account, and the generator is cognisant that it is not 100 % historically accurate, although exploit have been made to ensure some degree of realism. It is a work of fable, however, and intended to be no more than that.



Mary 's Unexpected Journey

"Thomas More ALE, WENCH, MORE ALE !"the man cried, slamming his empty tankard on the wooden table, causing the flaming from the taper in the centre to glint. He and his three associate guffawed loudly and joined in a chorus of vociferation for more, laughing, stamping their substructure on the flag and banging their own tankards.

With a benign smiling, Mary filled two pitchers of ale from the barrel of beer behind the bar counter and then, ducking under the oil-lamps that illuminated the bar, approached the men sitting at their table at the far side of the way.
Although they were getting a bit rowdy that was nothing unexpected - many straw hat visited the port of Dartmouth, its deep-water tidal estuary and luxuriously vale position were the double-dyed shelter for all size of ships. These men were no exclusion, hardened Elizabeth Cochrane Seaman each and, typical of sailors ashore, drinking heavily.

However, they had good humour, and tipped well. The Virgin was pleased to serve them, as she was most matelows, as her weekly wage of two Somalian shilling was paltry. pourboire from wealthy customers could sometimes add various farthings to her pay.
Mary had learned that if she wore the top of her blouse pulled low, and strapped her corset tightly, that men loved to attend down the vale formed by the gap between her generous bosom. Such men as those were inclined to tip Sir Thomas More, and more than often.

Mary was glad of her underbust corset, the simply particular of undergarments that she possessed. It held in her assault tummy, and pushed up her tit, giving her close to the build she longed for, like the daguerreotypes of rich and purple ladies from British capital which hung in the lobby of the town hall.

How Blessed Virgin wished that one day she might visit London, its glamour and mystique seemed a lifetime removed from that of a hapless orphan girl in a little Devonshire town. Perhaps she might even go to a theater of operations to watch a play by the man they called The Bard, who had died just a few yr earlier.

At twenty, Mary was as old as the hundred itself. Her father, a royal navy blue bosun, had died at sea when she was aged two, in a skirmish with a vessel of the Spanish people naval forces, and her mother had succumbed to smallpox four years later.

Her upbringing in the orphanage of angel deliverer 's had been austere and bleak, gruelling physical work and abrasive discourse. Memories of being awoken early on chilly winter sunup, washing in cold water, dressing in the nighttime then walking across to the adjacent Church of Saint Jesus of Nazareth 's in order to clean and polish the ornate ironwork doorway, or dusting the interiors and seeing to the rood screen within came back to her mind.

Mary was slightly to a lesser extent unfortunate than some of the other child as an endowment, a legacy of her founder 's death in the inspection and repair of the Martin Luther King, ensured that she received more real meals than otherwise, although she often gave some of her nutrient away to early children who remained thirsty even after the daily supper of vegetable stock and bread.

whipping with a stick or belt were not rare, for little girl as well as male child, although Mary often escaped penalisation due to her capability for strong grafting and an aptitude for school day lessons, a determination to one day escape her poverty driving her on.
She had proved an capable and eager educatee in the classroom, learning her numbers 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 mound into the tankards of the waiting sailor boy. Their speech was coarse but good-natured, bantering with the Edward Young woman.

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

"Arr, I do restrain cerebration of smasher for some intellect !"said another.

One of the men grabbed Mary's buttocks through the pleats of her skirt as she bent forward, grasping tightly.

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

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

Most of the former customer had slipped quietly into the darkness of a Sabbatum night, the locals only too aware that bibulous Nellie Bly were best avoided, and although these were buck private merchantmen rather than Royal Navy sailors they could still cause fuss later.

Old Joe, who ran the inn looked over from his position behind the bar and rolled his eyes. Outwardly he tried to bear upon an air of disapproval of his barmaid 's flirtation but he knew that it was good for business concern, and usually prevented drunken mariners from causing wrong in the bar.

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

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

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

Joe took a key from the air hole of his britches, opened a wooden locker on the cover of the bar, and removed a bottle of pomace brandy. Pouring the clear liquidness into four glasses he placed them upon a tray. The Virgin carried the tray to the table and set the eyeglasses before the men. One called out to the innkeeper.

"Landlord ! Another glass, if thee will !"

Affecting an air of bafflement, Joe poured another criterion and placed it on the bar. Mary took it to the table and set it down, but the men clamoured for her to toast 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 spend even to a greater extent money on expensive liveliness in decree to give them away then that was finely with him.

Mary lowered her face, cocked her mind to one side and turned her eyes innocently upwards"Art thee tempting me with potent liquor, sire ?"she asked, although the thin job of a smile on her face belied her naïve words.

The men guffawed once more, clapping loudly. One said"Arr, a young girl such as thee, I daresay ye could ne'er handle strong drinkable, 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 glass to her lips, tipping the liquid into her sassing and gulped it down in one.

Uproar followed from the four men, cheers and catcalls rang out, and they capered in their buttocks like tether dancing bears.

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

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

"Leave the bottle, landlord."said one of the men."And pray, let this untested maid sit and fill drunkenness with us as a wages for her punishing effort this eve ?"He motioned for Mary to draw up a wooden seat and join them. Blushing slightly, Blessed Virgin obeyed. It was a relief to sit down, having spent many minute on her feet whilst she worked, the hard wooden shoes making her feet aching, despite the cork insoles she had fashioned for them.

Now turning to his comrades the man said"Heads and tails for who doth pay ?"the fellowship nodded, each fumbling in their pocket and producing canvas pocket. They all opened them, revealing a selection of golden doubloons in each. Mary 's eyes opened astray at the money, glittering even in the dim light of the inn.

One of the men passed a coin to Blessed Virgin, then they each slammed a coin down on the mesa, keeping it covered with their bridge player."whirl the coin, good lady."said one, and Mary tossed it into the air, catching it and placing it on the table. She noticed that the coins were in fact sovereigns, halcyon guinea fowl worth twenty-one shillings each.

Her coin bore the image of the baron, and the men removed their hands, revealing that three of them also had oral sex. These men screamed with laugh, jeering their associate who reluctantly left his coin on the board, and added a arcsecond. 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 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 the value of the drunkenness they had consumed, and so Joe bowed his caput 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 ; John Frank Cooper and William Schwenk Gilbert Wilson, helmsmen, Richard Ward, Captain James Cook and Robert Myles Standish, boatswain. They revealed that their ship, normally a loading haulier, was currently sailing as a ferry"Carrying phratry along th'coast, port to port. Not th'well-nigh excitin'o'slip 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 Lapp as that of the father she could not remember, the father-figure she never had. They drank another round of spirits, emptying the bottleful.

As he spoke of the ship 's journeys to foreign farming Virgin Mary found herself imagining travelling the public. A pipe-dream for a poor young woman such as her, but a fantasy nonetheless.

By now, three large brandies were beginning to puddle Mary slightly featherbrained. Her head was resting on Henry M. Robert 's shoulder joint as she laid her hands gently on his arm.

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

The companionship laughed uproariously at her naivety. barrel maker spoke"Indeed there be darkies in far-off lands, we 've seen them !"he chuckled"They wear no clothes, cleaning lady 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 hand in the twist of his right arm, and raised his compensate clenched fist.

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

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

Virgin Mary 's boldness flushed red. Indeed she had known man. various men in fact. Having left the orphans' asylum at the age of xv she had gained lodgment with the Widow Babbacombe, an aged woman who lived alone in a large theater following the death of her married man many years earlier. Old Mrs Babbacombe had taught her the secret of avoiding being with child. Her Good Book echoed still in Virgin Mary 's mind"A hebdomad from the beginning o'the execration is fine, but ne'er the two weeks hence, then the twenty-five percent week ye be secure again."

Mary had used this noesis to dandy advantage in the past times. Once, after a brief liaison with a bountiful unseasoned 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 miles upstream, past the Village of Stoke Gabriel and Dittisham. It was the only sentence in her liveliness Mary had ever left Dartmouth.

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

At church on a Sunday Mary frequently overheard talk behind her back suggesting that she ought to be put in the pillory in metalworker Street, and that she brought disgrace upon the town. Mary was unperturbed. After her hard raising she was prepared to do whatever she needed to in orderliness to get by in life, and damn what anyone else thought.

Right now, she knew that it had been twenty-two days from the showtime of the swearword, so safety was assured. She smiled, clutching once more at Miles 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 bottle were now void, Robert suggested that they depart, and invited Mary to deliver with them to"call our fair vas for a sentence"

Madonna 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 dark, past the carved cherub which stood above the doorway of the inn they looked back at the building, its black tarred oaken ray breaking up the whitewashed sphere of wall. Mary blew out the lamp which hung outside the front door and wrapped her shawl close around her shoulders. Summer was nearing its end, and the menace of autumn was in the air. She heard the thunderbolt slide shut inside the door, so she knew she was alone with the four sailors.

She had no fearfulness though, for although Jack 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 stair to the Embankment. Her shoe clattered on the blanket flagstones and can Cooper seized her other arm to steady her. He maintained his traveling bag as they descended, then they walked unsteadily past the Butterwalk along the promenade towards their ship.

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

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

Like the Carv 'd Angel, the dock-master 's office was a marvelous Tudor building, its sleek over walls broken up by shadow tarred beams. As they neared the narrows they realised their caution was unwarranted - in an spot on the ground floor a night-watchman catch some Z's soundly in a chair. The five of them chortled, each placing their manpower 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 railyard in duration could be seen at the far end of the short wharf. In the moonshine Blessed Virgin read the name of the vessel, engraved upon a plaque below the maitre d'hotel 's room in the Stern of the ship.

The odor of the saltiness 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 hiccup. From behind her a voice said"We 'll have to cure thee of those - close your oculus !"

Madonna did so, to no relevance though as from behind her a pair of paw 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 couplet of backtalk covered her own. A natural language wriggled its way into her mouth, exploring deeply. She felt the man in presence of her press close, the hard lout of his manhood pressing against her belly. Behind her the man holding her center also pressed close, rubbing his pelvic girdle against her behind. He too had a hard clump, 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 blow was more than tempered however both by the after-effects of the brandy and the opinion coursing through her torso as she felt two sexually excited men gyrate against her. She could finger herself moistening inside, as she realised that she had nothing to lose. 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 sail away on the tide, probably never to be seen again in the town, so no-one would ever know what she had done.

Suddenly she was released from their traveling bag and brush up a gang-plank onto the deck of cards of the ship. From there she was hastened into a room at the rear of the independent deck,"steerage"she was told. In the centre of the way a wide Pole protruded upwards from a yap in the pack of cards, as tall as a man. The rear of the room was dominated by a atomic reactor of fold canvas tent sheets.

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

A slight flighty now, The Virgin turned to front the four men. In the swooning she could see that their eyes were fixed upon her, travelling over ever inch of her body, their lusty smiles only serving to enhance her sense of anticipation.

The scent of caulk and pitch, sundry with the reek of travail and water seemed to emanate from the very boards of the ship itself. Blessed Virgin paused for a import, unsure of what to do.

Suddenly James Fenimore Cooper spoke"Well descend on then, let us see it !"

Taking a late breath, Mary turned around, slipped off her place, the deaden wood of the boards assuredness against her feet. She undid the fastener to the side of the waist dance band of her skirt, and let it come to the floor, 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 mound, licking their lips in anticipation.

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

Obediently, Mary crossed her subdivision and began to pull her blouse upwards. As she did so, her weeping white meat swung free, shore upwards by the corset below them. Before she had even lifted the blouse off her mind a duet of lips clamped down onto each of her tit, and hands grasped at the quiet, goose-bumped Stanford White flesh exposed. She tugged the garment free, to see that it was Barbara Ward and barrel maker who suckled at her breast, their hands sliding up the inside of her second joint, stroking over her pubis, fingers running through her pubic hair.

Robert reached out for her face with both mitt, pulling it towards his own, and kissing her, his tongue reaching into her oral fissure, probing, exploring. Behind her Wilson fondled her posterior, his finger's breadth kneading the material body of her butt, his breath hot upon her shoulders as he pressed against her, his sass kissing the scruff of her neck, gnawing at her ear lobes.

Suddenly a fingerbreadth slid into her wet one-armed bandit, whether Peter Cooper 's or Ward 's she knew not, nor cared, the tip briefly tickling her button before digging abstruse into her. Mary let out a groan of joy, closing her eyes and allowing the men free sovereignty with her body.

A second finger joined the first, the digits curving round to stroke deep within her against the front paries of the interior of her vagina, raising her pleasure further. Suddenly the digit withdrew. Standish released her from the candy kiss, stepping back to watch what was happening.

Ward released her right tit from his mouth and fell to his human knee. Cooper continued to suck her left titty, his unexpended hand grasping her liberate nipple. 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 to a greater extent when Ward gripped her pelvic girdle and pulled them firmly towards his facial expression, burying it into her, his tongue extending to flick around her engorged clit. She squealed with surprise and pleasure, as no man had ever done that before - she had allowed men to place their turncock in her mouth, but had been incognizant that the reverse was even possible, never mind so pleasurable. Her physical structure quivered as he lapped away at her now dripping hole.

Cooper now lifted his mouth away from her bosom, his tongue describing a line up between her tit, both his hands now manipulating her nipple. His brim planted a argument of kisses up her neck, over her chin and unto her mouth, then his knife began to research her mouth.

Robert Miles Standish continued to watch her, his coat of arms now folded.

Suddenly she felt herself be dragged backwards and away from the embraces of Ward and Cooper, downwards towards the big money of canvass sails behind her. Wilson firmly pushed her down, her eubstance categoric out, him kneeling behind her head, above her look. He pulled down his trousers to his knees, his erect cock springing out. The Virgin knew what he expected of her, but first she spread her legs wide, raised her knee joint, dog on the canvas, pointed to the centre of her seawall and spluttered"More, more of that my good men !"

She then tilted her head back and suppliantly opened her mouth. Harriet Wilson placed a hired man under the rachis of her neck opening, lifting her head word up and sliding his cock into the waiting orifice. Madonna 's wishes were granted as she felt a mouth apply itself to her genitals, a glossa invading her intimately.

Her own spit worked on the penis in her mouth, licking at the swollen head, before Charles Thomson Rees Wilson pushed down hard. Her school principal tilted back, Mary 's throat easily accepted the intrusion, and Edward Osborne Wilson began to slue in and out, at first slowly then quicker. Mary gasped for breathing place between strokes, her consistence wriggling with delight from the champion throbbing through her body as an obscure tongue delighted her pop below.

That tongue withdrew, and was quickly replaced by another, whilst coarse-skinned paw stroked and fondled her entire soundbox, the rowdyism of their weathered tegument contrasting with the soft, smooth skin of the Lester Willis Young adult female, the rubbing serving to heighten her pleasure further.

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

Harriet Wilson 's rooster slid easily in and out of her mouth, one moment teasing in her mouth, its head retreating to her sass then sliding forcefully down into the top of her throat and back again. He paused, his prick in her rima oris until his soundbox 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 mettle 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 smack on her tongue. The other three men gave muffled sunniness, praising Mary and mocking Wilson.

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

She had little chance to excogitate though as she felt a trunk climb on top of her, positioning itself between her still raised and spread legs. She looked down to see Aaron Montgomery Ward, his breeches pulled to his knees, steering his hard cock towards her slit. He reached her, sliding easily into the dripping wet hole. She gasped as the cock invaded her, the laborious Hammond organ filling her interior.

He began to pump her, and she responded by giving out a serial of pleasured oink with each stroke. Her stochasticity became louder as ward banged into her, until cooper hastily scrambled onto the canvas alongside her. He tilted her side to the slide and pushed his severe cock into her, causing her to give a muffled squeal of pleasure.

"Hush, my lulu !"he said softly"This 'll hold on thee quiet, for sure"

Madonna 's psyche began to birl - the esthesis of having two cocks in her at once, knowing she was pleasing two men at the Sami fourth dimension was both wind up and empowering. She sucked obediently at the cock, between gasps as Ward continued to hammer away at her, his hands grasping her coxa, pulling them up to meet his poking. Her headspring jerked with the rhythm method, causing Frank Cooper to give out his own stifled moans of pleasure.

Her soundbox began to pulsate and her brain began to twirl as the thrill rose within her. She could feel her heart throbbing in her chest then gave a suspiration as coming overtook her. She could sense a rush of additional dampness within her vagina, even as the turncock continued to plough into her. Her arm and leg trembled and her skin prickled with the joy of it all.

In her ecstatic Department of State she was vaguely cognizant of the men speaking to each other, then she groaned as the cocks pulled out of her.

Not for long however, as she felt secure men roll her unprotesting organic structure over onto her front, then lift her onto all 4, her knees and elbows taking her weight.

Now, it was Ward 's cock which slid into her invitingly open mouth, while Cooper took her from ass, his cock pushing its way into her vagina, burying itself deep within her. Her full eubstance tingled with the sensations of the climax still thrilling her.

With the cock in her mouth, Mary savoured the musky gustation of her own succus, mixing with the shape of Ward and the last remainder of the nip of Wilson 's spunk. Aaron Montgomery Ward placed his hands upon her head 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 end. As the men synchronised their thrusts The Virgin felt her pleasure arise once more.

To her astonishment another orgasm ripped through her body, causing her to shake and shake. Her mind exploded with pleasure. Mary had never experienced more than one orgasm at a meter - she had not been mindful that it was even possible ! Her rosehip wriggled, grinding against Peter Cooper, who gave an agonize grunt, then Mary felt a watercourse of hot cum shoot deep inside her, its warmth physical grounds of the pleasure she was giving to the men, delighting her even more.

When Frank Cooper withdrew from her, she focussed her attention now solely on the tool filling her mouth. Mary had learned from experience how to please a man with her sassing, and she subjected Ward to the to the full orbit of her endowment, reaching up with her right deal and grasping the base of the spear, wringing her helping hand gently around it as she pulled her principal away, then wrapped her tongue expertly around the point, using the tip of her knife to stimulate that most medium area just below the al-Qaeda of the head, where the foreskin joins the shaft.

Ward gave out a pharyngeal consonant moan, then semen ejaculated powerfully from the tip, the first base shot splattering against her face. Duteously opening her mouth blanket, the future stroke 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 sass in hot jolts, gulping it down.

When she was certain the ejaculation had ended, The Virgin released the extremity from her back talk. Cum from the first shot of Mary Augusta Arnold Ward 's climax was plastered around her lip, and stuck to his pubic hairsbreadth.

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

Now, glancing over her articulatio humeri she saw Robert raise onto the cumulus of sails behind her, pulling his rear of tube down to discover his besotted cock. She smiled, eager to please but the smile vanished from her lips as she felt the man steer his hard putz into the crack between her buttocks, rubbing it up and down, probing towards her anus.

"NO !"she cried"Please father, not there, I beseech thee !"long-buried bad memories flooded into her mind of the Rector at St Good Shepherd 's who used to bear on her there with his finger, before lifting his cassock and making her rub him. She shivered and, fighting against scare, attempted to wriggle free.

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

Mary struggled against him, but his strong work force grasped her articulatio coxae strongly. She felt a brace of hands grip her ankles, dragging her legs further apart. A second pair of hands suddenly held her arms, pinning her in space. She heard Robert 's voice once more.

"cooky !"he commanded,"Fetch some grog and some jackass stain, this one will be a mean 'un mayhap."

"Aye, aye bosun !"responded Baroness Jackson of Lodsworth, departing the room into the darkness beyond.

Mary 's heart pounded in her pectus as the rooster continued to rub between her behind, droplets of liquidness dribbled from it, beginning to lube its transition. Suddenly Ward returned.

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

The bitter-sweet flimflam of the liquidness burned down her throat and into her gut. Mary recognised the gustation of Rum immediately, the harsh liquor almost instantly making her feel light-headed. soul forced a short length of rope crossways into her mouth.

Her headland began to sense idle, as she swivelled it around to see Henry M. Robert larding his erecting with a Charles Grey unworthy substance. cellblock dipped his paw into the bowl and, scooping up some of the fat with his digit began to slap it around, and then into, her tight maw. Mary 's head drooped forward, hanging listlessly.

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

However, the pecker retreated and the infliction faded, the rum by now dulling her senses. As the dick slid in for a second time it pushed slower, easing into the porta gently.

Mary realised that the pain was LE than the showtime meter she had been with a man, less than the curse even. The pecker slid back, then slowly in again. It began to feel at initiatory endurable, then comfortable, and finally pleasurable.

She spat out the rope. Her breather came in gasps as the prick began to throw, picking up speeding as it slid in and out of her, the goose-fat causing slurping noises as it entered her.

A hand slipped under her and a finger began to stroke her button. Her trepidation turned to drunken joy as her pleasure arose. Another dyad of bridge player massaged her breast. As Robert increased his pep pill, both of his drive and the fingerbreadth now sliding easily through her wet slit she felt another sexual climax ascent up inside her, her eubstance quivering with the adept. She groaned as she came, the wave of pleasance rippling through her consistence as she felt the man shoot his hot load into her.

He withdrew, releasing her from his clasp, and she collapsed forward, panting, spent, exhausted and inebriate. In a daze she felt the men thank her, and bid her goodnight. A duo of backtalk kissed hers, followed by her hired hand being lifted and kissed upon its back. A further kiss landed on her forehead.

Too exhausted even to incite, Mary curled into the fetal perspective. Her center closed. As she drifted into a happy slumber she was aware of someone dragging a canvas sheet over her, covering her nearly bare body.

When Madonna woke her question pounded. Her backtalk was dry and her stomach queasy. Her nates ached. Her eyes hurt as shafts of Light Within drilled into them, She closed them briefly then squinted. She was vaguely cognisant of two men standing with their backbone to her, both of them grasping the declamatory wooden pole in the marrow of the room, one pushing agin it, the other pull from the other side.

As the events of the former dark flooded back to her she felt a flush of shame. Realising that she wore only her stays, she tried to get to her clothes, still scattered on the deck of cards nearby. Unable 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 nude glory. Mary recognised Gary Cooper and Mount Wilson as they smiled leeringly.

"good dayspring my beauty !"said one, laughing.

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

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

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

Panic began to meet her idea. What was going to find to her ? How was she going to get home ?

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

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

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 demand of catch some Z's so we left thee there. We will find land later this day, and thee can revert in a stagecoach."

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

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

Mary opened it and was astonished to see four golden objet d'art inside. Her eyes opened across-the-board. Each coin was worth Thomas More than she earned in two month at the Angel !

feeling of shame mixed with elation as she realised that this was the productive she had ever been, or was ever likely to be.

Henry Martyn Robert spoke once again"We will relieve oneself land in a few hours, there 's surely to be a charabanc bound for Dartmouth. Til then if thee go see cooky forward there,"he pointed to a door across the pack of cards, near the bow of the ship"he 'll sort a breakfast for thee."

Mary 's tummy churned from both the apparent movement of the ship and the liquor of the night before, so she politely declined the idea of intellectual nourishment, but went forward anyway for a drink of water for her parched mouth.

When she reached the galley, Mrs. Humphrey Ward grinned at her, a knowing smile combining with a lecherous sneer. Blushing, Mary asked for some water system, which she drank. Not knowing what to do future she went out on deck, breathing in the clear sea air. Some of the passengers were up on deck now, taking in the airs themselves. The Virgin felt a sudden bang of embarrassment - what if any of them and been awoken the night before, and cried shame upon her ? Hastily she returned to the Steerage, sitting herself down on the lot of canvas sails upon which so much had taken station the night before.

James Fenimore Cooper and Charles Thomson Rees Wilson smiled at her. Blushing she thanked them for their bakshish. They chortled. Peter Cooper said"Ye can thank the bosun for that my lovely,'twas his idea. A pretty cent for a passably lass, psyche - and well earned too !"both men laughed.

Mary 's eyes looked down at the deck In her mind a engagement raged. It was a terrible affair 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 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 minor talking with the two men, men whom she had surrendered herself to so freely the night before. James Fenimore Cooper and Harriet Wilson pushed and pulled the magnetic pole according to shouts from above, turning the rudder attached to the pole below.

Eventually there were vociferation out on the deck of cards. Mary went out to see a bustling harbour, with many ships already moored. Walking over to the bo'sun she asked him where they were.

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

Madonna 's middle jumped in her bureau. Plymouth ! She had heard so much about it, a great maritime port wine for both His Majesty 's USN and many merchantmen too. A vast urban center, with a population of nearly twenty dollar bill thousand souls, ten times the sizing of her home-town. She had dreamed of one day visiting this rambling metropolis, 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 rider. Standing at the rail Henry M. Robert called out to them, his commanding vox booming out amid the hub-bub and noise of the officious quay"Aware ! We are here but to require on fresh water. We sail again on the side by side falling tide, thee hath but an hr to riposte !"

Virgin Mary looked back, taking one last wait down at the ship. She patted the bag of coins, its drawstring coiled around a skirt push button for safety and tucked inside the waistband. With a grinning she turned on her heel and ventured along the bustling dockage towards the metropolis itself.

By now her holdover had passed, and she felt suddenly athirst - it had been almost a day since she had eaten, a lunch of simoleons 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 stir and bustle of the busy city. Men shouted roughly, horse-drawn go-cart clip-clopped along, street traders yelled their sales patter, women hastened to and fro. A woman stood on a street quoin openly offering her guile to passer-by.

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

As she passed the woman she flashed her an approving smile. The cleaning woman gaped back, unused to commendation from early women, more than used to looking at of disdain.

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

Virgin Mary 's nostrils caught the wholesome olfactory property of food for thought drifting through the air, and she espied a vender with a go-cart laden with parcels of intent cloth. The parcels gave off a faint steam, and the sense of smell of scorched meat and vegetables drifted Forth River. A sign of the zodiac proclaimed the parcels to contain"Kernow Pastyes of the o.k. kinde home baked ”.

Mary was familiar with the Cornish finesse of the pasty, although the dish had originated with the tin miner of Cornwall, the county whose border was the former side of the river from Plymouth itself, versions of them were vulgar upon the tables of working ethnic music across the whole region.

Her mouth salivated at the thought of a true Cornish fowl Pasty - she knew that the hand-held pleasure would consist of kick mixed with onions, rootage vegetables and garlic, 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 canvas pocketbook from her waistcloth, 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 golden piece."What is THAT ?"he snarled"Some fake or forgery ?"

"No, sire, tis a material crowned head I assure thee !"Blessed Virgin said hastily.

His face was rigid as he replied"wellspring, that 's as maybe young girl, but even if thee speak the truth a pasty is but a penny-farthing. I have no change to equalize your coin so I shall make to accept the unharmed coin !"

The Virgin 's face fell"I shalt not pay a dago for a pie, sire !"she retorted sharply.

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

Mary turned and sped away, bout forming in her eyes. A tap on the articulatio humeri brought her to a hitch. A young man stood there, a grinning upon his face.

"Pray, lady, chiliad seemst to be lost in this townspeople, mayhap I can help thee ?"he said, in a well-disposed voice.

The Virgin sniffed, choking back the tears"Please, fair sir. I am adrift here, and I wish to get aboard a manager back to the south ham actor this very day, in order to render to my dwelling in Dartmouth."

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

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

"Indeed I do, good Lady !"he replied"Follow me, for I shall channelise thee to the bandstand whence coaches depart."

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

Mary paused, unsure of her surroundings.

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

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

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

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

She wondered what she could do. Suddenly she thought of the only familiar thing she knew of in this vast office, the simply masses she knew in this mass of souls.

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

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

The man looked at her with disdain"That way stupid wench,"he muttered, gesturing down the street with an arm"prevent going downhill until thy invertebrate foot be wet !"

Blushing, Blessed Virgin fled towards the harbour. Hurrying through the crowds she remembered Robert 's voice"Aware ! We sail again on the next falling tide, thee hath but an minute to retort !"

The sun was dispirited now in the sky, recollective shadows were beginning to replete the streets with gloom. Mary guessed that the clip for the ship to sail must be near. Her warmheartedness beat ever faster as she scurried along, reaching the harbour. She raced along the wharf, searching for the ship.

The falling dimpse made the many gravy boat moored there look almost identical but suddenly she chanced upon it, the name-plate still visible in the murk. To her horror she saw that men were beginning to snarf the gang-plank gratis of the ship which now stood high above the quay on the top of the lunar time period. Hitching up her skirt, she began to run.

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

The ball over dock-walloper on the harbourside paused momentarily, long enough for Mary to scamper up the wooden plank onto the deck.

Robert Standish 's face was a mixture of bewilderment and grinning. Mary took one look at him and burst into tears, throwing herself at him and clinging to his chest.

"Oh trade good sir, please help me."she sobbed, her merchantman lip trembling"I have been robbed ! Please remove me to your side by side port of call, from whence I might go ashore, and mayhap thee might help me to fund a journey household ?"

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

Obediently Mary returned to the Steerage cabin to the aft of the deck, wiping her oculus on the hem of her shawl. bathroom Peter Cooper was there, and he gave a surprised raise of his eyebrows at her coming into court then smiled, a lecherous grin as his optic travelled up and down her curvy consistency. Another man stood alongside him, a young fair-haired man whom Mary had not seen before. Both were stripped to the waist, their singlet cast down to the deck beside them.

"Welcome, pretty amah ! undecomposed to see thee once Thomas More !"Cooper said.

With an air of astonishment the younger man, who was perhaps the same age as Mary or more than like a span of yr younger said"Is this the housemaid from live night of which thou hast spoken ?"

"Indeed it be."James Fenimore Cooper answered"As if stepping from from some phantasy of the night, from mine ambition into real life !"

Both men leered at her. Mary was too tired, thirsty and down-beaten to vex. She flopped down on the pile of canvas shroud at the aft of the way, the very Lapp big money upon which she had enjoyed such orgasmic delight just the Nox before.

There was often shouting going on outside the Steerage cabin, Blessed Virgin recognised Miles Standish 's vocalisation bellowing orders to unseen men high above in the rig 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 former articulation shouted mastery down through an undetermined hatch to Frank Cooper and the young man, as they grasped the magnanimous celestial pole in the nub of the cabin, pushing and pulling it this way and that, drawing breathing time hard with the elbow grease 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 vas made way into the English Channel. Mary 's body swayed with the motions of the ship, which was beginning to lurch now, cutting through the waves which were approaching the shore.

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

Cooper and his helper heaved at the pole, dragging it to the leftfield. Despite the rapidly chill temperature as the potation of cold autumnal sea air blew into the cabin, both men were sweating with the effort of controlling the direction of the ship 's travelling. Even in her dishevelled and weary state The Virgin could not help but point out the two men 's rippling muscular torsos, their well-developed biceps bulging alongside their taut, categoric stomachs. She felt a familiar tingle within her, inscrutable below her belly as she admired their physiques and remembered her sexual adventure of the previous eve.

After quite some time the lurching of the ship began to decrease, and the helmsmen were ordered to straighten up the rudder. The ship steadied to a more regular, gentler roll from prow to aft so Mary guessed they were now safely at sea. Cooper introduced the early man as Christopher Benbury, whilst lighting a twain of oil-lamps at either side of the way. Mary began to explicate her plight when the cabin door opened and a young cabin-boy, perhaps six years jr. than Mary herself entered, bearing a tray.

He hesitated nervously, then spoke to Cooper"Er … bo's'n just came to the galley and told biscuit to charge vittals aft to Steerage ?"

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

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

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

The two helmsman chortled.

"The very Lapplander !"Cooper declared.

The cabin-boy stared at Mary, his regard travelling from her hair and side down her soundbox and plump for up to her breasts, where he stared for respective sec, am amazed grinning upon his expression. He was interrupted from his abstraction by a loud cough from Cooper.

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

Mary picked up the tray and saw that upon it was a wooden home plate with some cold cutting off of meat and a hunk of gelt, a lidded stadium with a spoon alongside and a turgid wide-bottomed wooden beaker. She lifted the lid of the pipe bowl and saw that it contained pottage, that nourishing vegetable porridge which was a raw material repast for all but the very richest. She took a draught from the beaker and spluttered as the taste hit the back of her throat. It was ale of some sort, but with a gyp to it. Thirsty, she cared not and took another gulp, then spooned some of the pottage into her oral fissure. Although it was but lukewarm it was the first proper food she had eaten for over a day.

Virgin Mary picked up a leg of poultry from the plate and bit deeply into it, tearing off its meat hungrily. There was some slice up frigid beef cattle too, which she ate with aplomb. Soon she had finished all the nutrient, and downed the peculiar ale too.

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

Cooper had left the cabin for a while, and Mary noticed that William Gilbert Wilson had replaced him at the pole. She gave him a smile, although her cheeks flushed a little as she recalled the taste perception of his sperm from the premature night. He nodded to her and smiled, he too blushing.

Suddenly James Fenimore Cooper returned and spoke"So, fair jeune fille, things did not go well ashore, eh ?"

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

Cooper 's case set sternly, although the thin line of a smile belied his booming tint"Well, maid, there are four of us aboard this vessel who hath already paid generously for your attending, and we shall not pay again. Mayhap that there are many to a greater extent among the crowd who would reward thee similarly for your charms though !"

The Virgin gasped"father ?"

cooper 's representative was flat, that of a merchandiser driving a backbreaking bargain"We four rewarded thee well for your inspection and repair yestereve, and that advantage should be to a greater extent than enough for us to delight thee once more, so should thou wish to earn Sir Thomas More then thy will possess to entertain Sir Thomas More !"he, James Wilson and Benbury began to fix the rudder-pole in space with various boneheaded ropes.

Blessed Virgin 's jaw dropped in surprise as the enormity of what was expected of her sunk in. The strong ale coursed through her veins now though, and the memories of the hitherto never before experienced pleasures of the nighttime returned to her judgment. She realised that when the boat found land tomorrow she would involve money to return to her habitation, and there was only one way she could earn it. If she was rewarded in the personal manner of before then not only could she return, but return with a freehanded meed to bang. If she refused she would be no More than a penniless beggar, a hapless drifter in a strange town.

Her cheeks reddened, but a wry smile crossed her face"Why good forefather, if I am to be rewarded in the manner of last night I might well pay 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 issue of much discussion among the men, but inside her a frisson of excitement crackled. She could feel a moistening within her, and she sat good, fidgeting slightly as her vagina tingled with the prospect of a repeat of the night before.

Cooper stamped his boot hard down upon the deck of cards three metre, and shortly after the cabin door swung subject. Robert Myles Standish entered, followed by three more unknown men, who were ushered in by Richard Aaron Montgomery Ward, who carried a wooden flaskful and a lidded pot.

Mary now found herself alone in a room with eight men. Her optic stretched wide with reverence and inflammation at the thought process of what was to comply. She felt light-headed, and staggered a little as she stood up to face up the men. Laughing, Ward spoke.

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

Madonna realised why the ale had tasted so strange, it had been laced with unattackable rum. Aaron Montgomery Ward offered the flaskful he carried to The Virgin, who realised that it too contained rum. She unhooked the lid and took a deep draft, knowing that it would help her relax for the intimate effort she was about to undergo. As the tone went down she coughed, the incisive vaporisation of the inebriant momentarily taking her breathing place away. She took another swig then replaced the lid and set it down beside her.

She was about to set about to off her wearing apparel as she had the night before when suddenly Miles Standish stepped behind her and grasped her firmly with his manly branch, His grip was tight but not uncomfortable. He grabbed her blouse and in one motion lifted it up. Madonna lifted her sleeve in reaction to allow him to remove the garment.

Her drooping white meat swung freely, all the men in front of her gazing at them. Some licked their brim in expected value. Standish 's hands now moved swiftly to the waistband of her doll and deftly undid the buttons which held it pissed. The bird dropped down her leg, pooling around her ankle. She stepped release of it, kicking off her shoes as she did so.

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

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

Suddenly she felt Myles Standish 's lips softly kiss her ear, nuzzling at her lobe then running a demarcation of mild kiss down her neck. His hands slid up her rib-cage to her knocker, where he massaged them slowly, then began to flirt with her nipples. She shivered from the appease pleasure, her second joint wobbling as she shivered.. Reaching down with her deal to her os pubis, she began to stroke her throbbing button with a single fingerbreadth, the succus of her pussy glistening in the ignitor of the oil-lamps.

That was all the signal the remaining men needed, and they fell upon her, hands grabbing at her torso, some softly some more jumpy. As on the Nox before, it was Ward who knelt and began to pleasure her with his tongue, lapping at her clit and sliding a finger deep into her. Mary 's body gyrated involuntarily with delight. She felt herself gently but firmly steered back onto the sheet where, as before she opened her ramification wide to facilitate access to her intimate parts.

She realised that Ward 's tongue had been replaced by one of the unnamed men, as the ace shuddering through her body made her wiggle. Suddenly the man withdrew his tongue from her. Wiping his mouth on his sleeve he called to the young steersman who had been working with Cooper earlier.

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

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

Nervously the young man approached the sprawl female form before him. Pulling down his britches he climbed onto the sail and shuffled himself between Mary 's invitingly open second joint. She smiled at him, the wise mixture of alcohol and sexual excitement making her totally uninhibited.

She gave a moan of pleasure as she felt his hammer sliding board into her. She closed her eyes as he began to lunge his manhood into her. However after only a few strokes she felt a sudden jet of hot pants within her belly, accompanied by a chorus of vociferation from the assembled men. She gave a groan of disappointment as she felt the cock withdraw from her.

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

Laughing uproariously, Cooper said"Ah, away with you lad ! You 'll not cross the sales talk with your spunk, young 'un ! You come even speedy than Gilby did last night, but as twas thy 1st time we 'll forgive thee !"

Mary put her manus over her backtalk to smother a giggle as she realised what had occurred. She looked around the men, making eye liaison with each as she used her fingers to outflank up the sperm from her tum, then sucked the sticky fluid from her digit, extending her knife to lap them clean. She repeated this for the sperm cell on her second joint, and finally fingered her vagina with two finger's breadth, slurping loudly as she sucked off the juices, the taste of her own musk predominant.

The men stood mesmerised, but chattered loudly to each other, making many and varied commentary of a lewd nature as they stared at her. Inwardly Blessed Virgin revelled at their stares and their language, delighted to be the nerve center of their tending and lecherousness, the object of their desire.

In his commanding manner, Robert Standish reminded them to maintain the noise down 50 they cause umbrage or dismay among the rider

The men all stared at her, some now rubbing bulges in their crotches. Standish pulled The Virgin upright to a sitting position. Her legs dangled over the border of the canvas peck, her bare feet touching the hard wooden boards of the deck. He pulled down his pants and his erection sprang destitute, invitingly cheeseparing to Blessed Virgin 's mouth, who wasted no sentence in grasping it with both hired man and placed her back talk around its royal oral sex. Frank Cooper stamped his feet once more.

Mary rocked her headway back and Forth River, sucking hard. One hand gripping the groundwork of the cock, the former gently tickling and teasing his balls, a fingertip reaching almost to his anus then stroking delicately forward, he gave audible moans of delight.

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

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

Standish smiled down at her"Not at all, brazen jeune fille ! I shall simply save some for later, I shall have thee again by and by this dark. low gear thee has many of the crew to address with !"

Mary 's jaw dropped as she saw respective more men enter the cabin. A dozen pairs of eye regarded her now, as three of the men who were already there leaped onto the canvas and dragged her backwards. One climbed immediately on top of her and entered her roughly, but her drip vagina easily allowed the insight, the hammer slipping into her with a abbreviated slurp.
A indorse man twisted her pass to one slope and forced his appendage into her oral cavity.
She felt her bridge player being guided to the third stopcock. Instinctively she grasped it and began to stroke it, falling into the rhythm of the man thrusting deep inside her.

Madonna writhed with pleasure as the men pumped and pushed into her until finally the man penetrating her pulled unmortgaged and shot his load across her belly, the warm splattering of the come tickling her sensitised skin.

She heard barrel maker 's representative"Good man, we 'll not fill her with spunk just yet, we do n't want a gluey lattice for all the swain that follow !"

Blessed Virgin did not resist as her felt herself being rolled over and drawn up onto all Little Joe. The man whose putz she had been wanking by hand pushed his member into her mouth, whilst another mounted her from the rear. As they had their way with her she heard a pair of iron heel, probably Peter Cooper 's, stamping once more.

She worked the cock in her back talk as she had done Standish 's, her volition oral cavity accommodating the cock easily, her tongue expertly flickering around the throbbing member, her paw stroking the base, teasing the balls until finally the hot predilection of spermatozoan scene into her lip, and then almost simultaneously the man behind her withdrew, shooting his heart into the minor of her back, creating a warm sticky syndicate there.

She was aware of a nude 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 manner before, but began to depend upon him instinctively, thrusting her coxa forward and back, up and down. She was surprised to feel that the cock seemed to go deeper than ever within her, the tip battering against the figurehead wall of her vagina, causing belief of joy and delight hitherto unknown and the pleasure boiled up, causing a high squeal of delight to escape her lips as an orgasm fluttered through her body.

She rammed her hips down hard, holding them still as the waves of ecstasy flowed through her, radiating from her vagina out through her body, wavelet of delight flowing down to the crest of her toes, along her implements of war to the ends of her finger's breadth and up to her head, where her mind swam, stars appearing before her eyes.

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

The Virgin wriggled complimentary of his grasp and, panting, took another draft of rum from the flask on the floor finish by.

A virile voice said"So, like it on top do thee, thy Thomas Young sporting lady ?"The unknown man laid beside her and pulled her on top of himself in the manner of the previous man. Mary smiled down at him and began to ride him as she had done a few moment earlier.

The elbow room was wide-cut of the murmured chatter of excited men, all muttering and babble in low voices, trying to keep the noise to a low level. Suddenly all noise ceased momentarily, until Virgin Mary heard a phonation say"As you were, men ! Just though that I should accompany thee upon this spree."

The muffled yakety-yak began again, even more excitedly than before.

Blessed Virgin felt a second man imperativeness himself close behind her, his smashed dick nudging between the flapping cheeks of her rump, his men grasping her wing. The un-mistakable voice of Robert Standish cut through the clamour.

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

Mary twisted her torso, turning to see Standish opening the lidded pot that cookie had carried from the galley and offering it to the man behind her. She felt, as before, the smack of cold goose soil into the valley between her buttocks. As she thrust her hips to and fro on the man still beneath her she felt a greasy finger slide into her anus.

Suddenly her trend were stopped by a pair of strong hired hand gripping the love-handles on her sides, pulling her upwards. She felt something probing the rim of her anus, then pressure as it slowly pushed inside her. Once More she felt her body invaded, as if a fist had been pushed up thick into her, reaching through her guts up to her stomach. This time however there was no pain in the ass, just an enormous feeling of penetration, of invasion. The thought of giving herself so totally, so intimately to a man only served to increase the intuitive feeling of wanton gratification.

The peter began to slide backwards, then forwards, driving her hip down under the exercising weight and back onto the cock of the man below her. Now there were two cocks within her at once, and her optic bulged with joy. The sensation of total fulfilment, not only her own strong-arm delight but the genial pleasure of knowing she could live up to two men at once, lifted her to new heights of joy, above mere bodily orgasm but to an ethereal earthly concern of indescribable consummation.

When the man below her grunted and let forth a current of cum inside her, her whole trunk shivered, her intact skin 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 physical structure shaking and trembling with orgasm after coming. She continued to come as the man entering her from behind let go with his own watercourse of hot spunk.

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

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

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

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

With her back to him Mary felt him maneuver his prick into her spine passage, still greasy from the bozo fat that had been applied there. A bit man pushed his raw hips against hers and forced his hammer into her pussy. A third man knelt behind her forefront, and that of the man beneath her and, cradling her neck with his hands, tilted her brain upside down, exposing her mouth and throat.

Mary opened her mouth and the cock pushed its way in. Her mind spun as she realised that she was now accommodating three cocks at once ! Her dead body heaved this way and that, beyond her ascendancy as the men pushed and pulled her, thrusting in and out.

Unknown hands grasped at her jiggling breasts, manipulating, squeezing and twisting them until she felt a weight press down on her stomach, and a pair of thighs credit crunch against her ribcage. A dyad of hands grasped her breasts, squeezing them together. She felt a cock personnel its way into the tight valley between them and the man astride her began to rub his manhood against her.

Strange hands grabbed both her own script, and she felt them guide her finger's breadth around two Sir Thomas More rearing cocks. Having lost control of her physical structure, surrendering it to the trickery of the men, Mary struggled to remain in dominance of her thoughts as she realised that she was now pleasuring six men at once.

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

In an almost dreamlike State Department she felt script wangle her eubstance into different positions, felt different cock slide in and out of her every opening, felt ever Thomas More cum on her and in her. Blessed Virgin 's head drifted away into a daze of oblivion.

Suddenly she awoke with a start to find another man 's strange case above her, his locution of triumph evident as he released yet another torrent of jism into her. Shocked, Mary realised that she had passed out, but the men had kept on taking her nonetheless. How long had she been out ? How many men had taken vantage of her while she was unconscious ?

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

When Madonna awoke once Sir Thomas More it was daylight. The beam of autumn sunshine streamed directly down through the hatchway above the steerage cabin, hurting her eyes. She found herself covered not only by a flaps of the sheet, but a voiced cover had been wrapped around her.

Every sinew in her eubstance ached, every joint in every limb felt as if it had been stretched beyond its terminus ad quem. Her jaw ached from the amount of time it been extended the Nox before to accommodate so many cocks. Her vagina was dry and sore, and her posterior burned as though a hot ember had been inserted there. Her pap were sore to the touch, even the rub of the soft blanket upon them made her wince with annoyance. A dry mouth and a thunderous headache compounded her suffering.

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

Stiffly, she moved her trunk out from under the canvas. This meter she could handle less about her nakedness, she let the mantle fall to the trading floor as she picked up her clothes and painfully began to dress, every nerve in her body protesting at the movement. She noticed a drip of dried parentage on the back of her leg.

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

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

One of the men went to the door of the cabin and, holding his manpower to his mouth, let out a razz like an owl. An answering tinker's damn came back from the other end of the ship. Within a few consequence the unseasoned cabin-boy appeared once more, 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 way at full pelt, disappearing across the deck towards the fo'c'sle.

The two steerer chuckled.

The Virgin shuffled uneasily with the realisation that so many men had had her during the nighttime. Brazen and wanton she had truly been. What must they call back of her ? How many exactly ? She sighed as she realised that she could not remember. As if reading her thought process one of the helmsmen spoke again.

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

Cringing, Madonna lifted the sail upon which she had given so much for the last two nighttime. Her middle fell upon a bag of heavy woven cloth, tied up with a electric cord threaded through a serial of gob around the top.

She hefted the bag in her handwriting. It felt ponderous, and clinked with the sound of coins. Shyly The Virgin kept her back to the men and surreptitiously counted the coins. She tipped them out into a well she formed by pooling her rest blanket before her, and popping them one at a time back into the bag. To her amazement, there were forty-two gold pieces, and one florin ! Although the Dutch florin was Charles Frederick Worth two shillings, and so was touch to Mary 's weekly wage at the Angel Falls, it was insignificant compared to the golden ginzo, each Worth twenty-one shillings.

Mary tried to comprehend how much money the total was. She totted up the pound sterling in her head, and realised that it would deal her almost ten years to garner that sum of money. She was rich !

Any disgrace she felt at her exploits vanished, as she realised she could now live out all her ambition. She could visit John Griffith Chaney, buy elegant clothes and fragrance, she could even buy underwear ! She resolved to have nix but fine silk undergarments and stockings, and she would purchase a corset that not only pushed up her bust but covered it too, saving her superfluity on cold days when her teat became all too seeable through her blouse.

Behind her one of the men spoke to her.

"If you 're wondering about the Dutch florin,"he said, chuckling"well … you ca n't require a mere cabin-boy to be able-bodied to yield a whole greaseball, can you ?"

The Virgin 's jaw dropped momentarily as the cognition that every last man-jack of the crew must receive visited her during the Nox, military officer, men and boy alike, sank in. Unrepentant, she thought of the coins. Fashioning a pouch from her shawl she placed the money-bag in it and strapped it to her shank. The cold September wind whistled through the still-open door from when the cabin-boy had departed in precipitation 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 cold fish tasted of goose egg but the vinegar and salt in which it had been preserved, but the moolah was still invigorated. Mary ate both hungrily, and washed them down with the subject of the beaker which contained ale, but this time it had not been laced with rum as last nighttime 's had been.

After consuming the breakfast Mary felt a little better. Her worry had disappeared and her parched backtalk now felt formula. She gathered the plate and beaker onto the tray and slowly, jerkily stood up, her eubstance still filled with ache and pain following her risky venture of the dark before.

Carrying the tray, she hobbled to the door that led out onto the deck and attempted to descend the few wooden steps 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 unable to prevent the plate and cup from falling to the deck due to the severeness of her motion. As she painfully stooped to peck them up, they rolled humiliatingly away from her, aware that various of the passenger were now up on deck of cards taking in the air.

One lady fixed her with a kindly grinning and bent to help her in gathering up the items. As she straightened up The Virgin realised, to her further embarrassment, that a trickle of bracing origin was running down her leg, her anus had begun to run once More, and the blood was beginning to seep through her skirt.

She stopped, rooted to the pip with shame. Wordlessly, the woman took the tray from her and walked across the pack of cards, carrying it to the fo'c'sle. She returned and, with a facial expression of ruth, gestured for Mary to follow her. Mary followed her to a hatchway which led below deck of cards. Madonna followed her down a stair that was so unconscionable it was more akin to a ladder. She winced as she descended, every join and muscle aching.

In the sombreness below decks the smell assaulted Mary 's nostrils. The stench of pitch and caulk hung in the air, accompanied by the aroma of human sweat, urine and excrement. To her astonishment another foetor floated in the air, one that immediately reminded Madonna of the field of battle at the top of submaxilla Benny Hill in Dartmouth, the smell of farms, the scent of animals. Suddenly Mary heard bleating from below the deck upon which she stood, the sudden realisation that the ship was ferrying not only passengers along the coast, but animate being too.

The woman who had bid Mary follow her led her to a small area screened by a pall. Mary noticed many Sir Thomas More small enclaves, each screened by some form of sheet or curtain to throw a little privateness. The woman picked up an old rag, and tore off a striptease for her. Virgin Mary realised that the char believed that she was suffering the curse, and she gratefully smiled and accepted the gift. Hiding behind the drapery, Madonna lifted her bird and wrapped the striptease of rag around her groin and backside, tying the ends tightly.

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

When she had finally readjusted her garments Madonna hobbled from the womanhood 's sleeping quarters. Humbled by the act of simple kindness, she pressed the gulden into the cleaning woman 's hand, knowing that in the murk below pack of cards she would be unable to identify the exact nature of the coin.

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

"No, bless you, sweet nipper !"the woman answered. Virgin Mary realised that the cleaning lady considered her too feeble-minded to have predicted when the cuss would hit, and breathed a sigh of relief that obviously the passenger at least were unaware of her deeds of the past two nights.

Painfully she climbed back onto the deck of cards. She breathed in lungfuls of the refreshful low temperature air, to pass the acerb fetor of below deck of cards from her nostrils. As she limped across the pack of cards she was mindful of a number of the bluejacket on deck looking at her salaciously and grinning. Mary felt pangs of shame, despite the huge outlay she had accrued. She pulled the folded mantle around her shoulders for warmth as the cold sea-breeze blew across the deck. She held on to the rail at the side of the ship to steady herself.

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

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

"excuse me, sir, can you answer me a question please ?"she said quietly.

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

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

The man laughed, but not unkindly. He gave Mary a pitying grinning as he replied"Why, love child, it will be many days and nighttime afore we make landfall in the New earthly concern !"

The New World ! The Virgin 's center bulged wide with surprise, and her jaw dropped in horror. The rakehell seemed to freeze in her vena as the cold fruition dawned upon her that she was going to pass more sentence aboard The Mayflower than she had ever thought ...