>>713651205
It's 1600. 1601? It's been so long at sea you feel delirious. You passed the horn of Africa the last time you had a decent meal. Nothing but hardtack for days! It's a month trip from Portugal to Japan with favorable winds, but they haven't been favorable in the slightest, and you must admit, you're a little lost. Half your crew has already passed of scurvy. You dream of lasses each night, but the chaplain is particularly pious, and is always watching for sinners. You are at your limit, and the next island you see is where you're gonna stop. Water, food, solitude, bathe. You see a small archipelego in through the fog. Water, food, solitude, bathe. You pull up as close to the shore as you dare. You dive and swim to the shore and nearly pass out on the beach, your eyes blurs over. Water, food, solitude, bathe, pussy... hmmm?
Your vision focuses, first picking up the sun glinting off silver hair. Second, the tanned skin which contrasts it so vividly. Not like a moor, but a more gently sunkissed tone. Bright grey eyes meet yours, and she wears a slightly curious and soft expression, as she observes your pale form with a cocked head. What an exotic beauty, do such people really exist? No, this is... an angel? Has God recognized my strength, and answered my prayers? Your eyes follow the shells wrapped about her neck, until you are staring at her barely covered busom, sun glinting off the sweat running down her cleavage. Strength is returning to you so fast it as if you have been blessed by Christ himself. The drop disappears into her naked belly button, and your view is filled with her shapely bottom half. Simple savage rags just barely cover her vulva, urging you to pull them aside. She falls to her buttocks and gasps as blood rushes into your large European member, pulling blood from the reasoning part of your mind as it grows to 10 inches, testis aching with a month of white bile unspent. Oh heavens, I need to fuck. Sex. Sex. Sex. Sex!
