Náufragos

Part 1: Pirates!When my husband proposed accompanying him on his expedition to the new world, we had a fierce discussion. I kept repeating that he was crazy and he insisted that the new lands were full of opportunities, that we would be there for one or two years and return loaded with gold: Poor fool! —I thought. According to him, His Majesty, the Queen, had entrusted us with an important mission and we couldn't refuse.

So with more desperation than illusion, we embarked on the journey to the new world on August 3rd, 1620.

The crossing was tough, especially for me, as I was the only woman on board. On the other hand, my sons Daniel and Carlos were thrilled. Daniel, the young one at eighteen, and Carlos, the older one just turned twenty, learned everything there was to know about handling the ship and the sails during the journey.

I, meanwhile, dedicated myself to drawing with paper and charcoal whatever caught my attention. At first, I drew our departure at dawn from the silver tray, then for months all I saw was water, more water, and seagulls, although every now and then we'd spot dolphins and the entire crew would rejoice because these fish were signs of good omen for the journey.

Life on board was especially tough for me, the only woman among this group of rough sailors. I tried to go unnoticed, but as the days passed, I noticed their lecherous glances at me, like flies around honey. Since my husband was the captain of the ship, they were careful not to provoke my anger and respected me, more so for their own sake.

What I hated most was the topic of hygiene, since on board potable water was only used for drinking and cooking, so no one showered and walking around the ship became a whole unpleasant adventure for the senses.

Similarly, I barely could clean myself and started to smell as well as the rough sailors. It's like everything, you eventually get used to it.

Anyway, sometimes I'd take a bottle of water and retreat to my cabin... from my husband I would throw into a bucket with the one I washed myself in, soaking a cloth all over my body. This refreshed and alleviated me greatly.

Another equally conflictive topic were bodily needs. Since sailors didn't have it complicated, they simply did it facing the sea or sitting on the edge of the deck directly above it.

In contrast, I, the only woman on board, felt forced to take refuge in the cabin and do everything there, just like them throwing into a toilet through a hatch.

At first, everything was very new, and I admit that it was also exciting for me, although I spent several days with seasickness, which left me indisposed, but then I overcame it and started enjoying the trip.

During the day, I entertained myself with my papers, drawing scenes of maritime life with charcoal, from ship tasks to birds or fish we saw.

The immense sea surrounded us, and on certain occasions, it could be suffocating to feel like a dot in the vastness.

At night, we dined with my sons in the captain's cabin and then slept together there, unable to maintain relations, out of fear they would hear us. Something that greatly disgusted my husband, who sometimes slipped into me while we were lying in bed from behind, doing it very slowly so as not to make a noise.

I was dying of shame and didn't enjoy the act; I only thought about it being over soon and my sons not hearing us having sex.

But one night I felt seasick and my husband led me to the deck and sent the helmsman below. There, the fresh sea breeze cleared my head. Then my husband put me at the helm and suddenly lifted my skirts from behind.

Terribly excited, he took off my stockings and pushed his cock into me. I was scared thinking someone might come up on deck, but the sensation of doing it under that canopy of stars in the darkness of night thrilled me tremendously and enjoyed his horseback ride on my back for the first time during the crossing. We were fornicating for a long time, enjoying the soft movements of the boat, something that also contributed to my excitement. Finally, it erupted inside me and clinging with force to my back, I enjoyed his orgasm, feeling his cock incredibly hard inside me, while I continued moving until I had an equally phenomenal orgasm, clinging to the helm to not fall. When he withdrew from me, I felt his seed falling onto my thighs, so I asked him to raise a bucket of sea water with a rope and rinse myself off right there on deck, in front of my husband's lascivious and somewhat astonished gaze, who enjoyed the sight of my naked sex illuminated by the faint light of the oil lamp used near the helm. After finishing, he was excited again so he knelt down in front of me and ate my freshly washed sex with sea water, something that made me enjoy once more moments of delight and pleasure I had been longing for on the already long crossing. Excited again, I saw him brandishing his cock against me again, penetrating me once more from behind, making me enjoy a little longer and enjoying himself in my sex, incredibly wet and swollen, until he came inside me a second time.October 15, 1620The journey was already becoming long and heavy, after two months and a half, according to my husband, we were almost reaching our destination when misfortune crossed our path. A ship without flag was spotted on the horizon: pirates shouted the lookout and everyone boarded except for one who crossed themselves. We struggled with them for days until the confrontation became inevitable. I took refuge with my children in the captain's cabin while listening to the salvos, cannon shots fired on board and terrifying whistles of the other ship approaching ours. Some hit the deck, waking up screams from men they reached and others penetrated into nearby waters, raising columns of foam. Until then, we would occasionally fire a cannon that impacted far from us and then we responded with the same unsuccessful success, but now it was very different, now terror took hold of us! The battle was brutal, my children remained huddled against me all the time, in my bed. When evening fell, my husband came down and gave us bad news... The vessel was quite badly damaged and had suffered many casualties among the crew. I feared we would be captured, so he decided to leave us on a nearby island that they had spotted while continuing the battle, later he would come back for us and continue the journey. We all cried, I shouted at him that he was crazy for wanting to abandon us like this, but he repeated that it was the least risky option for us, since if they lost: “God forbid”, he said and crossed himself, we would be captured and I and the children would be sold as slaves or something worse in my case, he warned. That night none of us could sleep. At dawn, before the sun rose, two sailors took us to the island on a boat. Everything was so terrifyingly dark that I feared we would lose our way in the immense sea, but it wasn't like that, providence wanted us to reach the shore after a good hour of rowing and rowing. With provisions for a couple of days, not more, some extra clothes and a couple of blankets to pass the night, we stayed huddled over one of them spread out on the sand and wrapped ourselves up with the other. While the sailors were leaving I prayed with all my might, while embracing my two sons, so they would return as soon as possible. Without imagining that it would be the last time we would see each other. That first day I don't remember well, since we had barely slept the night before, we managed to doze off in the shade of the palms where we had set up and thus spent most of the day. By afternoon the kids looked out at the beach, but didn't see anything. When the sun was approaching the horizon we heard some cannon shots in the distance, but they were so low that we doubted if it was that or our tormented minds deceiving us and confusing us with the sounds of the wind or the waves breaking against the nearby rocks. The second day we spent exploring the beach, without venturing too far into the jungle that extended towards the interior. This formed a green wall with dense and luxuriant vegetation, giving the impression of being insurmountable. The kids, at times forgot our drama and had fun playing with coconuts that had fallen from the palms. They also tried to open one of those exotic fruits without success. That night I spent praying until I fell exhausted, overwhelmed by my tears under that starry sky begging God for them to come back looking for us. On the third day, when pieces of shipwrecked boat wood started arriving at the beach, our hopes of seeing my husband or the sailors again had completely vanished. I collapsed in front of them, who hugged me and cried with me as well. We didn't eat, we didn't move from the shadow that the palms provided on the beach, we remained there huddled, impassive to a time that was advancing very slow. And that's how that sad day passed. That night I couldn't sleep. Our provisions had run out and hunger and thirst were starting to take their toll on me as well as my children. A deep concern occupied my mind: how the hell were we going to survive on that island! Only then did I become aware that we were alone and our survival depended exclusively on our audacity to find water and food in that impenetrable jungle. So, in the morning of the fourth day, I rallied the kids to search among the remains scattered along the beach for anything that could serve us. We managed to rescue some large candle pieces to make a canopy and protect ourselves from the sun, an empty barrel that would allow us to collect rainwater, and by our good luck we also found an old trunk, my old trunk with my clothes and the kids'. After an intense day, we stopped to rest and ate some coconuts that the kids and I were finally able to open. Luckily, my eldest son, Carlos, had the idea of using a nail to pierce its hard shell and thus be able to drink its water before eating them. We managed to quench our thirst and hunger that was tormenting us. The sun was already setting between the waters, with an intense red color, perhaps due to the blood spilled by the sailors who now lay beneath the waters, in the deep blue of that vast sea that surrounded us. As night fell, we slept soundly since we were exhausted after the intense work we had done during the day and although our morale was still low, I began to have another perspective on our future.October 22, 1620At first, everything costed us a lot, the most annoying thing was, although it might seem strange to go to the bathroom. The jungle scared us and I would ask little Daniel to always accompany me while I took care of my needs. The older one also offered, but going with my younger Daniel gave me less shame. Carlos was already a little man and I felt too embarrassed for him to see me half-naked.

Luckily, when we finally gathered the courage to make an expedition into the island's interior, we discovered a freshwater lake, which, without a doubt, was the best thing that could have happened to us. We no longer had to worry about water. I could also take a bath after months on the boat without being able to do so.

This was also something annoying, as we resisted separating and my sons insisted on bathing with me. Although I told them not to, that I would bathe alone first, their persistence got to me. So, in a cotton camisole and they in their underwear, the three of us took a great splash together.

It was wonderful, thanks to the soap I kept with my clothes, I could clean myself decently, although I tried not to use it too much so it would last, my sons used it too. To avoid polluting the water, we went out to the rocky shore and there we washed and rinsed by pouring water over our hands.

As I got out, I discovered that my wet camisole was revealing my figure and something more of my attributes, for example, it stuck to my breasts, drawing them out, and my nipples, hard from the water, were perfectly visible through the wet fabric. And to make matters worse, I found that my sons weren't stopping looking at me, perhaps surprised since they had never seen a woman's figure with so little clothing on, even though I was their mother, I wasn't just one thing and the other at the same time.

So, seized by panic and shame, I shouted at them to turn around and, as good sons, they obeyed. When they repeated the operation, I was already back in the water, using it to hide my nudity beneath its surface. There I saw them playing again. once more and although they also had their long underwear up to their ankles, just like me, the water made the fabric stick to their skin and their figure showed as marble sculptures. The gentleman forgive me, for I couldn't help but notice their masculine attributes covered by the white fabric, which like my nightgown, ended stuck to their bodies, drawing the shapes that were underneath it. Thus, I discovered that both Carlos, the older one, and Daniel, the younger one, were already two little men with abundant pubic hair. As for food, it also improved, since we discovered that inside the island lived birds that couldn't fly, they were trusting and let themselves be approached so they could be caught without much difficulty. This, combined with a barbecue left by the sailors, allowed us to enjoy fantastic feasts with their meat almost every night.November 17, 1620When the first month passed, we were already well adapted to the island, having built a shack with sticks, branches, and sailcloth. We would take refuge in it to protect ourselves from the cold breeze at night. During the day, we would lie down in the shade of the palm trees next to the beach, avoiding the sun and intense heat. At night, sometimes we would also stay on the beach, the sky was fantastic, I enjoyed contemplating the stars and, in silence, praying that a boat would appear one day to rescue us, although I knew the probabilities were scarce and tried not to make myself illusory.

One day, during one of my sons' exploratory walks, they discovered a hidden cave between some trees, near the slope of a rocky cliff. This discovery also served us well, as later intense rains and hurricanes arrived, destroying our tent and improvised hut, leaving us without a place to take shelter. So we had to take refuge in it.

In the cave, we would sleep all three together since we only had two blankets, so I wouldn't get cold, with my sons on either side of me. We really slept well until I noticed Carlos rubbing against my ass with soft movements that seemed completely obscene to me. But things took a turn when I felt his erect member pressing against my buttocks between the thighs from behind.

So I had to take matters into my own hands and improvise a bed with palm leaves and remnants of sailcloth so that Carlos could sleep separately with a blanket for him, while Daniel and I moved to another similar bed. From that moment on, the nights were more peaceful, Daniel was undoubtedly more childlike than Carlos, and in him I could trust. He would hug me and sleep all night, or I would hug him and we would rest confidently.

This decision of mine didn't please Carlos, who protested loudly when he found out. So I took him aside and then... I seriously warned him about his nocturnal behaviors on past nights. He was so embarrassed in front of me that he didn't dare suggest we sleep together again.

But as the devil is in every corner and temptation lurks, after I kicked him out of our bed, I missed him because we used to sleep very warmly together, with me sandwiched between my two boys. But there was no going back now; I couldn't change my decision.

And what didn't occur to me that could happen in that environment did, I started feeling nocturnal excitements like I hadn't experienced since my youth, before I met my husband, when I was still a virgin and my body would awaken to the warmth of maturity.

I even ended up giving in to temptation and surrendering to my fantasies, hot and obscene, remembering those caresses from Carlos, but this time I went further with my imagination and had vivid dreams where Carlos would sneak in and feel his erect member against my backside, imagining how it would be to have him there, in intimate contact!

Desperate, I dedicated some intimate caresses to calm my ardor, while Daniel innocently slept beside me. And then I gave myself over to guilt and remorse for the rest of the night until sleep finally conquered me.

If you've made it this far, you know that Náufragos is a complete novel in four parts with many more chapters, published both in Amazon,like inGoogle Play.