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Abandon Ship: Part 2

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Abandon
Ship!: Part 2
Jemima
provides Davy with kinky new insights into female sexuality.

By Big galute. Listen to the Podcast Steamy Stories.



"Davy if I could, I would marry you at this very

moment."

"Don't mock me."

"I'm not, I'm serious."

I didn't answer, finally realizing that I was stuck on a

boat in the middle of the ocean with an insane woman.

"I don't know about God but I do know about the church

and the clergy that tell us about sins of the flesh, many of the clergy are the
biggest sinners amongst us." I stayed silent but knew that I'd heard many
men on the river saying the same thing.

"Why can our bodies do such things? Why does it feel so

wonderful when we do? Surely humans are designed to enjoy sex in whichever way
they want?"

I couldn't think of any answers to Jemi's words

but still thought she was insane.

"I know that I have a high spirit and enjoy doing the

things society tells me I mustn't, but that's not because I am bad but rather
because I am free and should be allowed to make up my own mind. All the men I
have ever been introduced to, have been vain, shallow, or stupid; sometimes all
three."

I listened to her profound words, but she wasn’t yet

done; "In a different situation we may never have met, or if we did we
would not have spoken. But you are different from them, we are stuck on this
little boat but you are sweetest, most sincere man I have ever met. I also
sense a wild free-spirit inside you, longing to get out."

Any doubts I had about Jemi's sincerity

disappeared as she kissed me, a soft, gentle, loving kiss. We molded together
as Jemi nuzzled her head into my chest and placed her leg across me,
causing me to harden and grow and causing Jemi to giggle.

"I love you, and I love your tallywacker."

She said before falling asleep.

I awoke to the early morning sun and to Jemi sitting

upright and smiling down at me, "Is it always that engorged in the
mornings?" She asked, her eyes roving down my body and her smile widening,
the mischievous glint back in her eye.

"Sometimes."

"I've been staring at it for ages, it twitches and

moves and you sometimes touch it in your sleep."

She placed her hand to my forehead and laughed, "Good,

no fever. Your face is so red I wondered."

I went to sit up but Jemi gently pushed me back

down, "Lay still, I want to study it awhile."

I could have refused and insisted that we got busy with the

sail but I was getting use to Jemi and knew there was no point.

"My friend Imogen says her husband's is short and fat,

with a rather musty, unpleasant smell." "Yours appears to be long and
fat and I could detect no unpleasant smells." Seeing my puzzled
look, Jemi said, "I smelt it whilst you were asleep. Actually it
was quite fascinating, I blew on it and it twitched. The bulbous gland at the
top appears to be the most sensitive, the thick shaft less so."

Laying there listening to my beautiful angel ruminate about

my appendage was exhilarating and highly arousing and I knew that I wished it
always to be so, I also knew that we needed to get sailing if we were to have
any chance of survival.

"I think we should hoist our sail." I suggested,

changing the subject.

"You're probably right." Jemi went quiet

and I think I detected a new glow to her cheeks. "Imogen says that when
her husband emits semen in the morning he is far more productive and it
assuages any foul humor he may have." "Would you like to emit some
semen?"

I nodded, unable to refuse. "Teach me how, so I would

know how best to do it." Jemi said.

I wanted to ask what else Imogen had said but dared not,

instead telling Jemi; “I just wrap my fingers around it and pull
back & forth, Like you did last night." She thought about
this for a while before asking, "Do you think of things when you do
it?"

"Sometimes, last night was the first time anyone else

has ever done it for me and I didn't need to think of anything."

"I like the name tallywacker but for the

purposes of my studies I will think of it as a penis, when you make love to me
it can be your tallywacker."

Before I could respond to this Jemi took my penis

in her hand, "It is heavier than I imagined, maybe more than a pound,
there is already fluid leaking out the top." Jemi ran a finger
of the other hand across the fluid, the sensation causing my penis to twitch
violently and me to take a sharp breath in. "Was that painful?" Jemi asked.

 "No, just sensitive. Almost ticklish, in a

way”

Jemi nodded as if storing this information away, she

then brought her fingers to her face "A slight smell of ammonia and mildly
salty flavor."

I was enjoying Jemi's hand on my penis but I

wasn't sure if I enjoyed being part of an experiment. She suddenly started
shaking it violently, "The muscle tries to resist and the penis becomes
harder, tell me, does that feel nice?"

"Slightly uncomfortable but not unpleasant."

 Jemi nodded and then started slapping my penis

hard against her open palm, until it became too rigid to maneuver. I told her
it was remarkably enjoyable.

"Do you think you could ejaculate from it?"

"I don't think so." She again nodded and placed

her palm on top and pushed down hard, causing me to yelp.

She looked at me, a wry smile and a shake of my head gave

her the answer. "Can we get to the emitting of semen before I fall into
foul humor?."

Jemi smiled at my light mockery and started to gently

stroke my penis.

"You're no good, Davy Arthur. When we get to dry land I

shall have to find other penis's to experiment on." She let me stew on
this for a moment, a serious expression on her face. As hurt and confusion
invaded my heart she finally smiled "But this is the only tallywacker I
ever want."

I closed my eyes and smiled as the feeling of Jemi's firm,

even strokes pulsed through me. The sensation became different, much warmer,
softer and smoother. This rhythm became affectionate.

A small gasp of pleasure escaped my lips and I opened my

eyes to the shocking sight of Jemi's mouth engulfing my penis, her
eyes alight with fire as she stared at me. She removed her mouth and sat
upright, her hard nipples clearly visible through her chemise.

"Let me guess, Imogen?" I asked.

"Indeed, she said the skin becomes too dry and

irritates, duck fat is too messy so one has to come up with other
solutions." The whole time Jemi was talking, her fingers were
making little circles on my glands, massaging her saliva in and causing my breath
to shorten and my sack to tighten.

"She must write you a lot of letters."

"Every night; once she has worn her rotter of a husband

out. Imogen and I attended Miss Rogers finishing school for
young ladies together, finishing school for the well-to-do young wenches more
like. There were no men enrolled, of course; but everyone was very daring,
Imogen being the most daring of all.

She married Viscount Fornsby one year ago, he's

fifteen years older than her and a complete deviant, not that Imogen is
complaining, I think she finally met her match."

"What other things has she written about?" Jemi smirked

before tapping the side of her nose, understanding what I really wanted to
know. Before answering she put more spittle onto her hand and resumed her
gentle stroking.

With a playful little upturn on her lips Jemi continued

"I can't tell you more of her letters, you would be too shocked and your
heart may well stop."

I couldn't hide my disappointment, causing Jemi to

laugh, "Are all men so obvious?"

Jemi's hand was moving slowly, eliciting a pleasant,

almost comforting feeling.

 Her thoughts seemed far away, eventually she said;

"My mother died when I was quite young and my father employed a wonderful,
elderly governess called Miss Gwendolyn Sharp, or ‘Gweny’, as I
affectionately called her. Gweny had been a governess her whole life
and had some rather unconventional views on education. She believed that the
female brain was equal too, and most probably superior too, that of the male.
'In my experience, young ladies brains are like sponges whilst young
gentlemen's brains are like rocks' was one of her favourite sayings."

"Gweny railed against the position of women in our

society, installing in me a feisty, questioning, free-spirit. As she got older
and became frailer she implored me to live my life to the full and to welcome
and relish new experiences. She died shortly after my eighteenth birthday and I
felt her passing greatly."

Jemi had never stopped frigging my shaft throughout her

story and the painful look of sorrow on her face changed to one of mirth as she
said "More spittle needed I fear."

"I thought Gweny had taught me everything but

Imogen has certainly widened my horizons."

"Gweny taught you how to have an open mind. Who

taught you how to use your hand so well?"

"I'm learning as I go and by the twitching of

your tallywacker I think I'm doing a good job."

She was right. She was doing a good job and I could feel my

explosion building, but I wanted to hear more of Imogen.

"What's the most shocking thing Imogen has ever told

you?"

Jemi pretended to be coy but was obviously bursting to

tell me "Two days before we sailed I received a letter that even by
Imogen's standards was shocking. Her husband had taken her to one of the barns
and waiting for them there were a four of his gambling associates and two of
the younger servants, a man & woman both around Imogen's age. He had made
them strip and begin to procreate as they all watched.

Imogen said it was actually quite boring, the only

interesting thing being that the male servant was a horse of a man and Imogen
was quite fascinated that the female accommodated him so easily. She said the
female looked quite bored but the male soon built up a head of steam, fully
encouraged by the lewd remarks of the assembled gentleman. Her husband stopped
him before he shot his seed, telling him to pull out and asking Imogen if she
would like to partake of his horse appendage.

Imogen pretended to be shocked, and as excited as she was by

all the eyes on her, she also found the salivating men gross and had no wish
for them to view her lady bits. She stood up, but rather than go to the horse
man she knelt between the female’s legs and much to the shock of the
assembled men, she buried her face in the woman’s crotch and extended her
long tongue, performing cunnilingus on her, soon making her tremble and gasp.
The beautiful young female appeared to the men to be suffering a seizure, but
continued to scream out; ‘Yes! Yes! Yes!’  The tormented male
servant watched & jerked himself to ejaculation, spraying over both the
women.”

I felt Jemi squeeze the base of my penis as hard

as she could "I have no wish for you to ejaculate until I'm ready for you
to do so, Imogen said applying pressure here stems the flow and reduces the
urge. Does it work?"

I had to admit that it did indeed work. Jemi was

pleased by this and repositioned herself in the boat, lying top to toe beside
me, spreading her legs and inviting me to watch as she began to diddle her
cunny.

"Oh it's very wet, here Davey feel." Unlike the

evening before I had no hesitation, allowing Jemi to guide my hand as
I put one and then two fingers inside her, the warmth and silky softness
feeling amazing.

"I'll never finish my story if you keep that

up." Jemi said with a small giggle as she removed my hand and
placed it on my own rod, encouraging me to stroke slowly so as not to finish
until she said so.

"Now where was I with my story?" Jemi said, her

own breath shortening as she continued to tease herself. "I know. When
Imogen had finished her oral ministrations she knelt up and kissed the female
passionately on the lips, much to the grunts and groans of the assembled men
who to a man had their todgers out and in their hands. She said the
female whispered into her ear that she had a very educated tongue, Imogen was
delighted with this and said she had her best friend, Jemima Fairweather to
thank for that."

I looked up, shocked at this.

 Jemi had a glow about her and said; “There

is a whole, very different story that she might tell me about, one day. With a
coy smile she continued with her story of the servants.

 "When the viscount and his pals left for their

club that evening, Imogen met up with the servants again, their names were
Thomas and Sarah and they were a married couple. The Viscount had employed them
only a few days previously and they themselves said they came very highly
recommended, not so much for their silver service skills as their willingness
to entertain both the men and women of the house. Sarah was still glowing with
pleasure; 'Tom has serviced many a lady but that's the first time the lady of
the house has ever serviced me' Sarah told her.  'In fact, as well as
feeling amazing you saved me a lot of hard work, if those dirty buggers hadn't
spilt their seed watching you, then I would have had to drain it out of
them.'”

“Sarah then kissed Imogen which Imogen said made her

knees weak. Imogen then went and fetched her husband's best port and the three
of them got jolly drunk before Thomas and Sarah invited her into their bed.
Imogen insisting they went to her bed as it was bigger and more
comfortable.”

“Imogen found them an absolute hoot and after they

finished the port they got down to business, as it were. She said they were
initially very gentle, both of them undressing her until she was fully naked,
the two of them standing back and admiring her. She said she had never felt so
exposed or so excited. Sarah then moved closer and asked her what she wanted to
do 'Everything, I want to do everything' Imogen told them."

I was enjoying listening to Jemi but was beginning

to feel a little uncomfortable in the warming sun and wished her to hurry up.

Sensing my impatience, Jemi said "I'm getting

to the truly salacious bits" I didn't properly know what salacious meant
but thought it must mean naughty.

"When Imogen said she wanted to do everything, Sarah

chuckled and told her to be careful what she wished for. Imogen was annoyed at
a servant laughing at her, but soon forgot her annoyance as they began their
ministrations, Thomas was surprisingly gentle in his caresses and Sarah was the
bolder, pinching and probing.

Sarah pinched her nipple hard and as Imogen sighed, Sarah

said, 'I think m'lady likes it a little rough Thomas.' Imogen felt
she was being mocked but before she could say anything Sarah pinched the other
nipple even harder, holding on to it and pulling roughly, causing Imogen's
juices to run freely. Sarah then ordered Thomas to get undressed and
'show m'lady what you have for her.'

Imogen didn't know what was going to happen next but was

surprised when Sarah dropped to her knees and swallowed his enormous manhood as
if she were a sword swallower at the circus. After a few moments of this,
Thomas appeared to be losing his mind, huffing and swearing, pulling at Sarah's
hair. Sarah stood up and pushed Imogen to her knees. Imogen said she could have
resisted but felt almost mesmerized by Thomas' glistening rod.

She knelt before Thomas and opened her mouth as wide as

she could. Thomas forced his manhood into her mouth roughly, instantly causing
her to gag and almost vomit up the expensive port. Imogen felt herself going
dizzy but was unable to remove her mouth as Sarah held her head firmly. She
continued to gag and thought she might pass out but her senses were overtaken
by Thomas unburdening his seed into her throat and Sarah pulling her up by her
hair and kissing her wildly before throwing her onto the bed and quickly
undressing herself.

Imogen said she began to cry, the whole experience,

whilst immensely stimulating, was far too intense. Sarah joined her on the bed
and soothed her, holding her tightly before gently kissing her and asking her
whether she wanted to continue. Imogen said that she did and Thomas lay down
behind her, his manhood, once again, monstrously hard. Sarah lifted Imogen's
leg, allowing Thomas to force his way into her cunny, causing Imogen to gasp
and Thomas to grunt loudly as he pushed harder. 'Thomas likes your cunny, much
tighter than my slack old one. I like it when he puts it up my bum' Sarah
started to laugh as she said this.

 'In fact it's been up many a ladies and gentleman's

bum, would you like it up yours?' Imogen was intrigued by this but thought it
probably far too big and told Sarah she didn't want to try it. 'Shame,
maybe next time.'

At Sarah's behest Thomas held onto her tightly and rolled

onto his back, such that Imogen was laid atop him with his rod still firmly
encased in her cunny. Sarah moved down between her legs and began assaulting
her delicate nub with her mouth whilst Thomas pinched her nipples hard. Imogen
said she gushed numerous times before becoming exhausted and beseeching them to
stop.

Imogen finished her letter by saying that a jolly good

time was had by all and that she hoped to accommodate Thomas up her bum the
next time."

I'd enjoyed listening to Jemi talk but was

surprisingly unstimulated by Imogen's story, no longer shocked or even that
interested. Jemi may have felt the same because she said, "When
I first read Imogen's letter I diddled myself to delirium but as I recount it
now, I feel rather empty."

"Would you show me how to get an educated tongue?"

I knew we had already crossed many boundaries but still shocked myself by
asking this.

 I was even more shocked by Jemi's answer as

she giggled, "I'd be delighted to, and I may practice my sword
swallowing."

Jemi bade me to sit up and pay attention. I did so and

sat there mesmerized as Jemi spread her legs and continued to talk,
"A woman's private parts are like a delicate flower, you must spread the
petals to get to the nectar inside." As she said this she used two fingers
to part her petals, her legs trembling slightly as she ran a finger along the
glistening inner petal."

"You may kiss the petals or probe them with your

tongue, both are wondrous." She spread the petals further, pointing to a
little protrusion at the top, "This is my nub and in my experience the kissing,
licking and sucking of one's nub is the most delectable feeling in the world,
almost guaranteed to elicit gushings of nectar. Now you know what
they say, practice makes perfect." With this Jemi scooted her
bottom forward and spread her legs even wider.

I gently lowered my head and tentatively stuck my tongue out

and tasted the sweet nectar. "That feels nice, now move your tongue up and
down, umm! Move it faster." I did as I was told and could hear Jemi gently
moaning. "Now push your tongue in as far as it will go. Oh yes! Move it in
and out rapidly."

As I did this Jemi pulled my head in hard,

squashing my nose against her nub as she began to grind herself into my face. I
continued to move my tongue around quickly and could feel Jemi's legs
and body going stiff as she pulled my head in even harder and let out an
almighty scream before eventually letting go of my head.

Jemi lay, her chest heaving with each breath and her

legs still splayed in a most un-lady like fashion "I wonder if any passing
ships heard your scream?"

"I do hope so. Oh your poor face." I didn't care

and was actually quite proud of my squashed, gushings covered face.

I was suddenly hungry and thirsty and suggested we eat and

then hoist the sail, "What about my sword swallowing?" Jemi asked.

"We have all day for that, although maybe you could

polish the sword a few times first."

Jemi laughed at this as she said, "What happened

to Davy Arthur, I thought you were quiet and shy."

I got a little embarrassed before Jemi gave me a

kiss, "I much prefer this new Davy Arthur," She said with glee.

We sat contentedly eating our bread, Jemi wedged

between my legs. "Davy, Davy is that a ship over there?"

I looked in the direction Jemi was pointing, I

wasn't sure but thought I could see something. "What shall we do, should
we hoist the sail?. I asked.

"You are the tallest and probably the best balanced,

you should stand and wave the most colorful part of my dress about, god willing
they'll see us."

With the excitement I nearly lost my balance and it was all

I could do not to jump up and down. After I don't know how long someone on the
ship flashed us a signal to show they had seen us. I was still stood up and
looking towards the ship when Jemi asked "How long do you think
it will take them to reach us?"

"Maybe thirty minutes or a little longer."

"Good, I have time for a little sword

swallowing." Jemi moved in front of me, my tallywacker,
which had been flopping about as I signaled the ship, immediately beginning to
harden.

"What if they have a spyglass and are looking at

us?"

"Then I imagine they will be fighting each other for a

go on the spyglass."

I again had to fight for balance as Jemi's mouth

closed around me, my whole body shuddering with the incredible sensation. I
felt Jemi gag and reflexively tried to pull back but Jemi's hands
grabbed my buttocks and pulled me into her, my mind once again confused as I
struggled neither to fall nor to cry out in ecstasy.

I watched as the ship turned and headed towards us, a number

of crew stood a fore so as to see us. I tried to stop Jemi and tell
her of the sailors watching us but she paid no heed, her only intent being on
milking my seed.

I could hold no more, my loins exploding, my mind weak and

my mouth mute. Jemi standing and a triumphant smile on her face. The
ship pulling us in and Jemi whispering into my ear, "Say
nothing, let me do all the talking."

It was a clipper, full of tea from the West Indies, the

captain a gentleman and ordering the crew to find suitable garments to cover
our nakedness. He spoke to me first but when I didn't reply, Jemi spoke.

"I am Mrs Jemima Arthur, formerly Miss

Jemima Fairweather. This is my husband David, who has been rendered mute
by a bang on the head."

Technically, that was true, according to international law

of the high seas. The captain of a seagoing vessel has the recognized authority
to perform & certify marriages conducted on such vessel, on the high seas.
Her declaration of our marriage made it recognized in all the commonwealths of
the British Empire. It was entered into the captain’s log of their
rescuing ship.

Despite some rum looks from his crew, the captain kept a

straight face as he explained that he had been on the lookout for survivors,
having heard of our shipwreck. He provided us with excellent quarters for the
return journey, calling on us twice daily to ensure our comfort and wellbeing.

We were only in England two days before securing safe

passage back to America where Jemi did indeed become a famous
scientist, renowned for her study of sexuality and sexual organs, but that's
another story.

By Big galute for Literotica

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