On the island

Astrid was swimming for her life. The storm had slapped two of the dragon boats against the rocks, and her father and husband had perished in the floods, disappeared with man and mouse. Few of her compatriots could swim at all, but she excelled. She spotted the shock of red hair on Erik, her husband's 12‐year‐old son. She grabbed him and yanked his face up. He gasped, choking. She held him under the armpit and swam, away from the rocks.

The gods had caught sight of her, a longboat was rowed past at arm's length beside her, away from the rocks! The helmsman threw her a rope, she held on. The boat shot forward, entering calmer waters. The storm stopped as quickly as it had come up. She looked back. A total of 4 ships had been wrecked, 3 had escaped the storm and the rocks. She held on to herself and Erik. Fifteen minutes later, the men brought them both aboard. Three days later they had arrived at their destination, one of the Orkney‐Islands.

It took weeks to find a suitable place to settle, and months for them to build enough huts. Astrid and Erik had built a small hut with the help of the others. Astrid was the only one who understood willow weaving. There was plenty of willow and good, hard grass, which she needed. The pain of losing her father, husband and many friends in the raging sea gradually faded. She was needed, Erik was needed. There were only two women among the many men besides her.

Astrid remembered the first evening. People found several caves to spend the night. She had a small cave for the two of them alone. Most of the time she held Erik in her arms, he was deathly sad because his father and grandfather had perished in the floods this morning. She laid out a bedstead of furs and spread out her wet clothes. It was a warm evening and she did not mind staying naked. It was tedious to take off Erik's wet clothes. He was not used to nudity and could not take his eyes off her naked body, he had never seen her naked before. She pressed the crying, naked boy against her. She didn't need to warm him, she needed to comfort him. He buried his face against her chest and cried silently. She stroked him soothingly and he actually calmed down. She could feel his stiff cock and caressed it. She knew exactly what would follow and he was torn between sadness and horniness. Never had a girl or woman touched his cock, he had only ever masturbated secretly under cover of darkness behind the house while father and new mother fucked inside. Of course, both the father and Astrid knew he was masturbating outside, but that was okay. Astrid distracted him from the sadness, she stroked his cock very deliberately and soon achieved that he stopped crying and concentrated on his arousal. She caressed him insistently and tried to make him squirt. She could feel the squirting coming. She put her fingers protectively on his cock and let him squirt. While he was still squirting she continued to caress his cock until he had finished squirting. She stroked his head that was resting on her breasts and whispered that it was allright and that it was okay to squirt. "You men need it every day," she whispered, "it's perfectly fine with me that you squirt!" She hugged her stepson more lovingly than she ever had before and told him to go to sleep now. She held him tightly until he fell asleep. Only then did she have time to be afraid of the totally uncertain future. Her husband and father had drowned early this morning, the exciting future they had imagined had gone down with them. She cried until she tiredly fell asleep.

Erik could no longer sleep alone at night. He snuggled up to her, they were both naked, warmed each other and of course she felt it when he pressed his stiff cock against her naked body. She didn't move when he sat in a corner of the cabin and masturbated with his back to her. He had to do it like this, he was told once. After a few days, she said he could safely lie down beside her and masturbate, it was fine with her. He was pleased on the one hand, frightened on the other. Lying naked next to each other while sleeping, okay. But while masturbating? She insisted. "If you want to touch me because it makes you horny, then do it, I don't mind!" In the beginning she let him masturbate alone and he was allowed to caress her during masturbation, that excited him a lot. He trusted her, fondled her breasts and masturbated. His hand slid to her pubic the other day and she nodded with a smile, that was okay. He curiously palpated her pussy and she opened her legs smiling, that was okay too. He stared at her pussy and masturbated. She stroked his inner thighs soothingly as the boy masturbated wildly and furiously. She silently prayed to the gods when Erik masturbated and his semen squirted all over her hips, thighs or pussy. She nodded at him in affirmation, go ahead, it's okay! For a few days he stared at her pussy and masturbated blissfully, squirting on her pussy in a high arc. She caressed him, he was allowed to lie on top of her while masturbating if he preferred. He cuddled up to her after he had squirted and cried. He had first lost his mother and little sister years ago, and now his father and grandfather during the sea crossing. He sobbed against Astrid's chest and she caressed his cock. He calmed down because it was so nice when she caressed his cock right in front of her pussy and immediately let it go before it came to squirt. She excited his testicles with her fingers and he squirted all by himself on her pussy, without having to touch the cock.

He lay on top of her every night, she caressed his cock very lightly until he was ready to squirt. He moved back and forth on her body, rocking and thrusting his cock on her pussy. She let go of his cock and stroked his butt cheeks, he rubbed his body against hers and squirted the moment her hand stroked his asscheeks and asscrease. She let her hand slide lower, stroking his testicles and the root of his cock. This made him squirt the best, her fingers slid between his asscheeks and grabbed his sacklet from behind, later purposefully grabbing his cock. He moaned when she caressed his cock from below, from behind, until he squirted. That was their scenario for the first few weeks.

She had made Erik squirt twice, had excited his testicles with gentle touches and caressed his cock lightly from behind. He was highly aroused and slid up and down on her body until he cum. He wanted her to masturbate him with her hand the second time. She let him sink back and pulled his foreskin all the way back. She licked his glans until he squirted in her mouth and then she masturbated him for the first time while finishing the squirting. She pulled the last drops out of his cock with two fingers and asked if it was good? He nodded and she rubbed the drops all the way out. He said the cum in her mouth had been quite wonderful, much nicer than masturbating by hand. "I'll be happy to do you again with my mouth, because I like that too," Astrid said, broadly smiling.

Erik preferred to sit between her legs and masturbate, his eyes fixed on her pussy. She had put her fingers on her clit and allowed him to squirt directly onto her pussy. He moved very close to her so that his glans touched her labia as he masturbated. She smiled sweetly and directed his glans to her clit. There he should rub his glans against it, she liked that very much. He nodded and rubbed the glans very hard on her clit until he squirted. She took the glans and rubbed it firmly on her clit, she circled her finger on the clit and suppressed the orgasm. She trembled ever so slightly and let go of his glans.

He needed it again, after a brief pause. She nodded that she would masturbate him with her hand and inserted his glans into her little hole. He widened his eyes, he didn't expect that! She rubbed his cock and he turned his head to the side, for he was ashamed that all he could think about was fucking her. She quickly made him squirt and pulled his cock halfway into her hole as he squirted. He grabbed her hips and shuddered, his cock twitching and jerking inside her and squirting inside. They sat motionless facing each other for a few more minutes, he had his eyes closed and was feeling her hole from the inside with his cock. She pulled out his soft cock and pulled him into her embrace. "This is how we'll do it from now on, I'll do you with my mouth first and then you get to cum inside, good?" she said, stroking his head. He nodded quite excitedly, because he would never have dared to ask her explicitly about it. They did it like this for many days, usually he still had an erection after the second squirt and she patiently let him squirt in again for the third time. But then he was completely done and soon fell asleep.

Erik loved to squirt in Astrid's mouth at the beginning, her fingers masturbated his cock only very gently, the main work was done by her tongue. She smiled so sweetly while she did it that it got him all hot. His cock remained hard and he penetrated her vagina very quickly and deeply. He almost always had to squirt immediately and was then quite embarrassed. But she smiled again and grabbed his cock as best she could. He stayed stiff and deep inside her, so it was quite difficult for her to masturbate him. The heel of her hand rubbed her clit while she masturbated him. It always took her a long time to make him cum and the fingers of her other hand circled upon her clit. She suppressed her orgasm and only let her thighs tremble slightly. She kept eye contact with him to hide her secret masturbation and orgasms. When she felt he remained stiff, she masturbated him again. She pulled out his soft cock and, if she was still aroused, she pulled the foreskin all the way back and let his glans dance on her clit until her thighs trembled. Then it was time to go to sleep.

She thought of her father and husband who would never fuck her again. She had always loved to fuck, but she never got pregnant. She missed her father, her husband, the fucking very much. When Erik had squirted two or three times, he would fall asleep. It was very difficult for her to masturbate at first. She had not masturbated since she could fuck, but now she masturbated every night and probably more often than ever before. Only when she got tired from the orgasms did she fall asleep. She masturbated not because she was horny, but because her clit demanded it. The more hopeless her situation was, the more she was afraid of tomorrow, the more urgently her clit throbbed. She hid masturbating from Erik as long as they didn't fuck each other.

The men knew where to find her, on the riverbank, by the willows. The men came for her, of course, not for the willows. She didn't turn anyone away, she lay down in the grass with them and they fucked. There were some who could fuck very well and with whom she came to orgasm. Many, however, squirted way too early and didn't care that she was amped up and unsatisfied. Most of the men had enough chores and work to do, only one or two sneaked off to the pastures during the week. That didn't bother her, she had enough work too, the willow baskets didn't weave themselves.

Rangalf was the leader. He was very old and visited her at the willows because he valued her as a clever conversationalist. He laughed grimly when she asked him once. His well had dried up, he said, it no longer urged him to lie down with a woman. Astrid was startled, for she had never known anyone who was done with it. He was, after all, the oldest person she knew. Rangalf usually came around noon, shared his snack and water with her. He usually talked about issues and matters of the community and listened to her thoughts very attentively.

Rangalf saw a problem coming, for the other two women, who were married and whose husbands worked their ass off in the woods, were growing bolder in their whoring. On the one hand, the two women were there with their husbands, and on the other hand, they were not very desirable, Astrid said. Rangalf nodded in agreement, he had already observed the ugly women fucking and agreed with her. He was mainly bothered by the shamelessness with which they fucked in public, that had to lead to problems one day. The men gathered around the women when they got fucked and everyone got the opportunity to fuck them too. Rangalf did not interfere, because the men had to blow off steam. Astrid had seen both of them fucking other men in public over and over again in front of everyone, but they didn't get the really desirable men. One day the husbands will no longer be able to look the other way and then there would really be a problem.

In the course of time she told him everything about herself. How the black disease had taken her mother and her sisters within a few days. That she had lain with her father and he had deflowered the 12 year old. She liked to be her father's wife, they loved each other very much and she stopped masturbating there, because she got the orgasms while fucking with him. The father had said that he had never seen a woman who came to orgasm as quickly and easily as she did. Even when she married at 19, she continued to fuck with her father, her husband had to admit to her. But he got along very well with her father and felt no jealousy. Her husband's first wife had died in childbirth, leaving him with 10‐year‐old Erik. She told Rangalf that she might not have any children, it was such a dull feeling that gnawed at her. But she would fuck any man who felt like fucking, because maybe she could get pregnant after all.

Astrid cried as she told Rangalf. He waited silently until she had cried herself out. He knew how the blows of the gods could strike someone, how much you suffered when a loved one was torn from you. He took Astrid's hand and stroked it gently. He also knew that the tears would eventually stop.

One evening loud trampling, loudly bawling drunks approached her hut. She held Erik tightly and murmured in his ear that he should not mutter. The drunks, it was the 4 Halgrim‐brothers, came in. She pushed Erik aside and covered her breasts and pubic with her hands. They didn't come to interrupt her, the boys grunted happily, they had only come to fuck a little bit and she could go ahead with Erik, the men said laughing. Erik sat down in the furthest corner, clutching his knees and making himself as small as possible.

Astrid smiled reassuringly at him, that was no problem! The 4 guys fucked her one by one and laughed, roared and accompanied each other's fucking with raunchy words. Astrid could see how aroused Erik was getting despite his initial fear, his cock spurting at irregular intervals without Erik touching himself. The boys were done, they could take no more. Loudly and with booming laughters they left. Astrid was tired from the orgasms and beckoned Erik to her. She held him embraced and soon fell asleep.

She thought of how much the Halgrim‐brothers' fucking the night before had confused him. Had it hurt her, the fucking, yesterday? She smiled, but no, the brothers had not hurt her, fucking was something natural after all. Could he fuck her too? Erik asked softly. She laughed, he was still quite young and for fucking his cock would have to be stiff. She squeezed the soft cock and gave him a kiss on the cheek. She held him embraced and soon fell asleep.

She masturbated Erik every night, usually twice with a break. At starting she made him cum in her mouth, which he liked very much. She told him all about fucking during the break and how husband and wife fucking usually went, because that's what he wanted to know. After that she quickly masturbated the impatient boy inside her hole and he turned over to sleep. She waited a bit and masturbated. The moon was shining brightly in the doorway when she stopped much later and opened her eyes. Erik was sitting upright and had been watching her. She immediately saw his stiff cock. He waited until she calmed down and gently caressed her pussy. He just looked at her and knelt between her legs.

They didn't speak a word. He bent over and moved his cock into position. Sighing, she opened her legs and unfolded her knees. He pushed in. She held onto his shoulders as he fucked her. He had been paying attention, after all, and knew how to do it. Despite her tiredness, she felt the orgasm approaching and let it happen, clinging to him and letting the orgasm shake her violently without losing his cock. It took him quite a while before he squirted. She looked at his face, it was very clear how much he liked it. From now on they fucked every night, sometimes twice when he was stiff again.

The Halgrim‐brothers came irregularly, for they rarely brewed booze, but they came every few weeks. Astrid smiled kindly and also took a big sip of the booze. Everything had to be peaceful, because the drunken boys could also smash everything to pieces. Erik hid, because he was very afraid of the drunks. Astrid was completely exhausted after fucking with the Halgrim‐brothers and did not let Erik fuck her. Tomorrow, she mumbled sleepily, tomorrow!