(Please note, while I am trying to go for the feel of a historic novel, I will included modern words such as cilt, cock, etc. Just for the ease of the reader. This is the first part of a long story I hope you all enjoy. Please leave comments and feedback.)

 

Journey to the New World The Diary of Anne Breckinridge                 It is the year of our Lord 1716 and I now dwell in the Americas, within the Royal colony of Virginia to be precise. How I came to be here is quite a tale, and it is the reason I have thus put it to parchment. Therefore I will, without further adue start from the beginning.                 In the year 1715 I, Anne Breckinridge, daughter to a humble middle class merchant of Bristol chose to change my life forever. I was 19 years of age, the youngest daughter and in search of a new life, a New World. I was unmarried, and I think I might have well been put into a nunnery by the way which my father acted toward me, barring me from hardly ever being courted by the young lads. I have dark green eyes and dark black hair, a gift from my mother’s mother, but I am of a shorter stature thanks to my father’s side. Standing only 5’5 and weighing some 130lbs I was quite small, but my curves made up for what I was missing in height.   It was in the spring that I conspired to run away from my home and I had managed to save enough money to perhaps get myself passage to the Americas. After bundling together a few of my belongings and donning my green low-neck satin gown I headed off for the harbor in hopes to find a shipmaster willing to take me away.                 I found to my dismay that no one would take me with them.   I therefore chose to steal away upon one of the ships, the Alexandria. I hid myself in the lower hulls of this English made merchantman. I found rations and stole them when I needed them. I had managed to find a makeshift home between a number of barrels and large crates, which, was almost a perfect safety from the naked eye. I spent some time hiding there; days had gone by, I did not even know how many had passed. The bread was often stale, and many hours were spent in boredom, I had with me only one book and I was reading it when my first adventure began. As I sat reading I heard footsteps coming down into the hull, then I saw the light of a lantern. I hid, and hoped they would gather what they needed and quickly be on their way. They were rummaging through a barrel but had not found what they were looking for, and so proceeded to search further. The figure came closer to my position and I sat motionless, breathing heavier.                 I made a faint movement and the light spun toward me, my eyes widened and I held my breath. “Well what blazings have we here?” the man said. He was wearing the short brown pants, common to sailors along with a rather dirty silk shirt. From the light he seemed to be a bit older man, in his thirty’s, but clean shaven with brown hair and blue eyes. “So you are the one whose been stealin’ all our rations!” The man stepped forward and held the lantern up higher, revealing me completely. “Please do not tell anyone, I beg thee.” Said I almost with tears forming. I hadn’t wanted trouble, only to be free from my family, after all I had tried to reason with the captain and pay him for my passage. “Haven’t you got a sweet voice lassie?” the man grinned “We don’t like stowaways much upon our ship.” He grabbed me with one arm and stood me up, I was terrified. He moved the lantern up and down looking over my body and I could tell he liked what he saw. “Please sir, don’t tell anyone.” I said again pitifully. “I will give you all my money, I have 5 pounds 6 pence.”   The man didn’t seem to change his face at all even at the sound of money.

He let go of me and set the lantern down on a nearby crate. “Ya know lassie” the man grinned “You don’t see too many pretty dames out here at sea, and it has been quite a while since I held company with any the likes of you.” He moved a step closer. “You keep all your pounds” said he “there is something else that can buy my silence.” He grabbed me and groped my left breast with his right hand.   I squirmed but he was too strong. He moved his hands all over me touching me where I had never felt a man before. I squirmed harder. “Now now, you stop right aways or else I tell’s the captain.” He said in a strangely gentle voice. I stopped moving, I almost wanted to cry. I had never even been with a man before, and to think this would be the man to break my virgin knot! I stood there helpless as he caressed my large breasts, which he seemed to have taken a fancy to.   Then he moved one hand slowly down and pulled up my dress. His hand then danced where no man’s hand had ever gone before. I moaned, first out of fear but then for a moment out of pleasure. He stopped his caressing and took me in both hands and sat me upon a crate. I saw him undo his belt and drop his short pants to his ragged boots. Then for the first time I saw a man’s enlarged member. But he was quick to move back to me and pull my dress up. Again I felt him move his hands around my cilt and then I felt him stick his long hard member into me. He pushed it in slowly at first, I could see his face and the great pleasure he was getting from feeling my warm insides.                 I held my breath as he pushed deeper into me, he had broken my hymen and had felt it. He smiled. “Ah so I am your first?” He grinned as he pulled out all the way then went quickly back inside of me. I panted heavily it hurt but felt almost enjoyable at the same time. He went back and forth with his hips while one of his hands grabbed my breasts. I moaned louder as he increased his pace and made his thrusts harder .   As one hand squeezed my breast through my dress, I felt his other hand stimulate my cilt, I moaned loudly. “Uhhhhh Oooooo!” I was breathing faster, as I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensations I was feeling for the first time ever. I heard the man moan softly with joy as he pumped even faster and harder. I was almost breathless and couldn’t hardly scream for the amount of pain and joy I was feeling. He continued moving his member in and out of me for some time, how long I do not know. He would slow down and then speed up but; then with a burst of harder pumping I felt a warm sensation inside of me as he then slowed down instantly. I felt him shoot his warm seed inside of my body and it felt odd, but good. He pumped one last time as he collapsed on my breasts. He sat there a moment before pulling out of me and smiling. He pulled up his trousers and buckled his belt. “Well lassie that was well worth it. You have my silence don’t ya worry.” He moved picked up his lantern and turned to look at me again. “Tomorrow I will be back again, I will also bring ya a bit of food to eat.” He said. “Thank you for not telling anyone. The food will be fine too, I am starving.” I said still breathing heavy. “Ha ha ha.” The man smirked “Don’t worry miss, bread and water won’t be the only things you will be swallowing when I come back.” And with that he moved back up the stairs to the deck of the ship. I felt odd, violated, but still enthralled I had never had such feelings in my life. I only hoped that he would keep his word and say nothing. Though I had wondered at his last comment, what did he mean. I would find out soon enough. But I was tired, it took my energy, even if in reality it had been actually quite quick. I therefore washed myself up as best as I could, and laid down on my pallet of straw and fell asleep....   (The next part should be better with a bit more oral attention in the next segment. Please comment.)