Abandon Ship: Part 2

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 ...