Scared virgin

You are taken outside of your hut. You are unable to hide your erection and the loincloth is tented and draped over it...and you quickly notice that you aren't the only one. There are nearly fifty people circled around the stone table in the middle of the clearing.

A few people brought up fur blankets and draped them over the stone table. Then three women, two middle-aged ones and a younger one in the middle, walked up to the table. The young one sat upon the furs and looks at you.

"There she is, Jon. Go on."

You step up to the virgin. She's trembling in the heat of the island, and she looks at you with scared eyes. The poor girl was terrified.

But she was hot. She wore clean linen draped over one shoulder and covering her breasts, then wrapped around her waist to barely cover her ass and pussy. Her legs were tan and smooth and long, her hips curved deliciously and her breasts rounded out the fabric perfectly.