Volcano Pt. 02

Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it. Love Mica xx, Yorkshire England.

Please note that I am a British woman, and I write in British English and vernacular, so for me a fanny is the correct term for female genitalia, a pussy is a pet cat, and the ass is a bum or arse.

Pete started the engines again and we were moving. He gave me some wipes to clean myself and I put my clothes back on, some rolled up wipes inside my fanny to stop the drips.

"We will motor until we can get a signal and you can phone your folks, they will be worried," he had said.

I was sat on a seat near to where he was standing driving, if that is the right word, the boat. It seemed ages and then he slowed the engines and then stopped them.

"I have a signal, try your parents," he said.

I took the phone from my bag and picked it up to be near my face.

"Hey Siri, phone Mum," I said.

"Oh thank God," I heard my Mum's voice, "where are you, are you okay? We have been worried sick." I could hear my Dad in the background asking if it was me.

"I don't know where I am Mum, I am on a boat, a man saved me and took me to safety, I am alright but I don't know where we are."

"Man, what man?" Mum asked.

"It doesn't matter Mum, I am safe, okay?"

"We need to know where you are so that we can fly up and get you."

Pete tapped my shoulder. "Hang on Mum," I said.

Pete held my hand. "I will take you to that town over there, and I will find a hotel or a motel for you and then you can tell your parents where you are," he said.

"Mum, we are going to land, as soon as I have a hotel or motel booked, I will ring you and let you know where, okay?"

"Yes, go, stay safe, we are sorting out flights, your Dad is not sure how near we can get, there is an exclusion zone set up by the volcano, we will get as near as we can and then drive."

We exchanged kisses and then I ended the call. I didn't have a charger so I didn't want to waste the battery. I sat next to Pete as he drove us to shore. Behind us I could still hear the volcano, its roars quieter now that we were further away. The motion of the boat changed, it stopped going up and down and side to side, now it just swayed a little side to side.

"Nearly there," Pete said. I couldn't hear the volcano anymore, its roar had faded away a few hours before. There was slushing sounds and a few bumps and then we were stopped.

"Hang on," Pete said and I heard him jump onto the side where we were stopped.

"Okay, right, we are moored safely. Wait here, I will find out where we are and hire a truck and we can get you sorted. We are in Crescent City according to a sign over there." And then he was gone and I was sat on a boat gently swaying and all alone.

"Hey Siri, phone Mum," I said.

"Hi Mum, I think we are in somewhere called Crescent City, I am going to find a hotel and then I can let you know where I am."

"Oh thank God sweetheart. Are you alright, it has been hours."

"I had to turn my phone off mum, I don't have a charger, I was only going to the shops when it all happened. I need to save battery."

"Okay sweetheart, we will get a charger, your Dad will sort us out. He guessed that you might be there, there is a flight we can catch in an hour, we can be with you first thing in the morning."

"Okay Mum, love you." I switched the phone off.

I sat there for about twenty minutes or so and then Pete came back.

"Okay Celia, I have a sedan, it's not brilliant, but we only need it for today, let's find a hotel."

I stepped off the boat and the ground felt really funny, it just wasn't moving, my knees were compensating for movement that wasn't there, I nearly fell over just standing still. Pete took my hand and led me along the gangplanks, up some steps and then across a gravelled car park.

"Here we are," he said and I heard a car door open. He put his hand on the top of my head and I ducked in and sat down, doing up my seat belt. The door shut and then I heard the drivers door open and Pete got in.

"Right love, let's find you a hotel, the guy at the rental office suggested one, he said it was one that didn't rent the rooms by the hour." I wasn't sure what that meant, but I supposed I could guess.

We drove for about five minutes and then Pete pulled up. "You wait here," he said, "let me go and check it out."

Again, I was left on my own for a few minutes and then Pete came back.

"Okay, the place looks decent. They have some rooms, and I explained where you were from and they are okay with that, so, let's go and see what they have."

I got out of the car and Pete took my hand, I was sweeping my stick in front of me and then we were at a door. We went through and Pete stopped me.

"Okay, you are at reception, José here will help you out."

"Thank you Pete."

I took a deep breath and then spoke to José. "I need two rooms, a twin for my parents and another room, a single is fine, next door or as near as possible. My parents will arrive later today or early tomorrow morning. I don't know how long we will be here, shall we say two nights initially?"

"Yes miss," José answered, a higher pitched voice than Pete, with an almost sing song edge to it.

"The only two rooms near each other that I have are both doubles, is that okay?"

"Yes," I said, it would have to do until Mum and Dad got here and then they could sort things out.

I got my credit card out and handed it over, "I am sorry, that is all I have, I lost everything else to the volcano, and obviously I don't have a drivers permit."

"That's fine miss, let me just present your card, and if it goes through then we have no issues." I could hear bleeping and some tones probably from a credit card machine, but an older style than they used in my town. My old, ex, town I reminded myself.

"Yes miss, that is fine, all gone through. Your rooms are 105 and 107, they are next to each other."

"I can show her the way," Pete said.

"Will you be needing a room Sir?" José asked Pete.

"No, I have things to do up north, I just want to make sure that Celia is okay before I leave."

"Yes sir, thank you sir."

I clutched the two room cards in my hand and Pete took my hand and led the way, I was trying to concentrate on the number of steps and which way door opened, and then Pete stopped.

"Okay, two rooms, 105 is nearer the reception, 107 is just one room further away. Any preference?"

"Probably 107 for me, I don't plan on doing much although I have just realised that I am absolutely famished."

He laughed, and then spoke, "come on, check your room out, and then I can take you to the shrimp place over the car park and you can get yourself some food. And then miss Celia, I shall leave you to wait for your parents. I have to go and find out if I have any life left under the remains of the town."

I opened the door and stepped inside, my stick sweeping the way.

"In front of you there is nothing, it just goes all the way to the window," Pete said. "first on your left is the bathroom it has a toilet, and a shower, it is functional but basic. There are complimentary gels. If you walk past that you come to the bedroom, it just has a double bed in it, again very basic, but it will do you."

"Thank you, Pete, let me just walk around then we can go and eat." I walked into the room, counting the paces until I found the window, I made sure that the blinds were shut, we were ground floor, and I didn't want anyone peeping in. I then sat on the bed, it was okay, it would do. Then I sticked my way to the bathroom and felt around, yes, basic but it would do.

"Right then Mister," I said, "please, I am Hank Marvin."

He laughed, "I haven't heard that one for a long time, come on, take my arm and let us go eat, I have to be honest, I'm a bit Hank too."

I smiled; he didn't really get the English idiom, but never mind. We walked back to the reception and then back out into the carpark. One hundred and twenty-three steps and we were at a door.

"It says 'Crescent Cities finest Shrimp, all you can eat for ten dollars'. How does that sound?"

"It sounds like they are about to lose some money, I am famished."

He laughed and he took my arm again and led me in. We waited and then a woman asked, "How may I help you folks today?"

"Table for two," Pete said.

"Right this way." Pete led me and then we were sitting in a booth.

"Great view over the carpark to the sea," she said as I was folding my stick and putting it on the table.

"Oh my, forgive me miss, that was a stupid thing to say." She sounded genuinely mortified at her thoughtless words.

"Don't worry, I am sure it is a great view and Pete can enjoy it," I said trying to inject a laugh into my words.

"Do you want anything to drink whilst you eat?" She asked.

"Diet coke," I asked.

"We have Pepsi, is that ok?"

"Yes, if it is diet Pepsi, not Pepsi max."

"Yes, diet."

"Thank you."

"You sir?"

"No, nothing for me."

After I heard the waitress walk away, Pete pulled me to my feet.

"Right let's get you some food, it is all laid out on the side, you just help yourself, or, I can do it for you."

"Would you just fill me up a plate please, I don't care what, I am just so hungry."

"No worries, you wait here and I will be back."

I sat back down and marvelled at the view I couldn't see. Sometimes I use the camera on my phone to look at things, having it real close to my eye, but it is a bit hit and miss, sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't. I am glad I didn't do that for the volcano. I think I would have cried to watch our town destroyed.

Pete soon came back, and I heard the sound of a plate and some cutlery on the table before me.

"Here's yours, I'll just go and get myself some," and he was gone. I used my hands and found the plate and a fork. I waited for Pete to come back, he wasn't long.

"Right then girl, tuck in, didn't need to wait for me."

"Of course I did Pete, right, now you are back I shall start, there may not be much talking."

I heard him laugh as I started filling my face with the shrimp. I think that we generally think of them as prawns in England, but then we call a lot of seafood prawns in England, I am not always sure that it is what it is supposed to be. Whatever they were they were going straight down, and it wasn't long before I was holding an empty plate.

I heard Pete laugh. "God girl, you weren't joking. Do you want some more?"

"Please."

His chair scraped and he was gone for a few minutes and then I heard the plate on the table in front of me again. I tucked in and this time, when the plate was empty, I was full.

"Oh, that was good Pete," I said sitting drinking my diet Pepsi, "I needed that, how is yours."

"Mine was good girl, really good. Just what the sailor ordered."

What a strange expression, I think in England we say 'what the doctor ordered' and that makes sense, the sailor? Made no sense to me, but then, what did it matter.

"Here is my credit card, can you use it to pay for the food and then we can go back to the hotel."

"I'll get this lass."

"No Pete, you have done enough, you saved my life, the least I can do is buy lunch."

One hundred and twenty three steps later we were back at the hotel. Pete walked me to my door. He declined when I asked him in.

"No lass, I have enjoyed your company and I would love to see more of you, but I have a shit load to do, and you are half asleep and your folks will turn up at any time, so, no, as much as I would love to, here is where we must part."

"Oh Pete, will I never see you again?" Yes, I know, using the word see is wrong, but, well, it is what people say.

"I have sent a text to your phone, that will give you my phone number. When all the dust has settled, perhaps we can meet, but, in honesty, you have left me with wonderful memories on what would normally be one of the worst moments in my life, it looks as if I have probably lost everything except the boat. Oh well, I can only thank you for making an old man happy."

I embraced him and kissed him.

"Thank you Pete, you saved my life, I hope that we don't lose touch."

Pete walked off, his footsteps heavy on the hotel corridor and I opened my door and went into my room. I needed to shower, I desperately needed to shower, to wash my groin and also see if I could wash inside, I had never really needed to do that before, but when I had, at home, I had unscrewed the shower head and pushed the hose inside. It remained to be seen if I could do that here.

I stripped off and put my somewhat dirty clothes on the bed. In the bathroom I found a shower robe, excellent, and two towels. I put the robe and one towel on the bed and then went back to explore the shower. I was in luck, it had a flexible hose, so I could do the internal wash thing.

I turned the shower on and then picked up the two complimentary gels. I presumed one was for hair and one was for body, well, it wouldn't be the first time I had showered and cleaned myself using hair shampoo, it hadn't seemed to do any damage last time, I didn't expect it would this time.

I washed myself from head to toe, using the small hand towel as a flannel, I didn't have anything else. I turned the shower pressure down and carefully unscrewed the shower head, making sure I didn't lose the rubber sealing washer, I had done that before and I had an embarrassing time explaining to Dad why I had dismantled the shower. I added some gel, hair or body, who knew, to the hose as a lubricant and carefully pushed it inside my fanny.

It was a very strange sensation, not entirely different from when Pete ejaculated inside me, only obviously more copious. I flushed my fanny a few times, reassembled the shower, rinsed myself off and turned the thing off. Satisfied that there were no leaks and that everything was actually off, I got out of the shower and wrapped the remaining towel around myself and went and lay on the bed listening to he sounds in the hotel.

It was dark and my door was knocking. I had obviously fallen asleep. I was cold and I couldn't find the robe. I wrapped the towel around me as best as I could and got up and carefully went to the door.

"Hello," I called through the door.

"It's us sweetheart," I heard Dad say. I opened the door and they both rushed in, hugging me and kissing me, and before I knew what was what my towel fell on the floor.

"Richard, shut your eyes," I heard Mum say, and then she must have found the robe because she was threading my arms through it and doing up the belt. "Okay now Richard."

I sat on the edge of the bed and waited for someone to speak so that I knew where to face.

"Oh baby," Mum said, "we were so scared when we saw the news."

I gave them an edited version of what had happened, I didn't mention any of the intimacy, I didn't need to, and they didn't need to know. They might guess, but that was up to them. I finished off with, "and so here I am. There is a room next door for you, the room card is on the table."

"Thank you, sweetheart, yes, we can work out what is what tomorrow and what we are going to do."

"I need some clothes Dad."

"Yes, well, Mum can take you out tomorrow and sort that and get a suitcase, she is better at that, I will try and find out if we can drive up and salvage anything. I might try and rent a Winnebago, at least we would have somewhere to stay, I bet all the local hotel rooms and motels are full of refugees from our town, assuming people survived."

I just nodded, I couldn't say anymore, I was kind of in a bit of a daze.

"I need sleep," Mum said, I was just so worried about you. I am taking a sleeping tablet and going to bed."

"Okay love," Dad said, "I will come with you and then I shall just pop back and talk with Celia for a little while, then I shall come and join you."

They left my room, I didn't move from where I was, Dad would be back soon, and then he could tell me if there was anywhere better for me to sit than on the bed.

He wasn't long, my door opened and he came in.

"Your key is on the table, mine is in my pocket so they don't get mixed up."

"Okay Dad, I don't really know the room, is this the best place for me to sit?"

"Yes sweetheart." He paused. "Oh God baby, we were so scared we had lost you."

I stood up and put my arms out, I think he needed a hug. I felt him come into my arms and we hugged, and I realised, perhaps he had before and I hadn't noticed, but I realised that Dad had a hard dick sticking into my stomach as he hugged. I wasn't sure what to do, I just kind of pressed back at him.

"Oh baby," he whispered into my ear, "I don't know what I would do if I lost you."

I bent to kiss his cheek, but somehow we got our wires crossed and I was kissing him on his mouth, and he kissed back, not a chaste Dad daughter kiss, this was more like Pete had kissed me, and as he kissed me his dick lurched as it pressed against me.

"Oh Dad," I whispered as I pushed against his erection, "I feel the same as you do Dad, I can feel it, on my belly."

"Oh baby, I'm sorry, you shouldn't have felt that."

"Why not Dad, it's natural," I answered softly.

"But Dads and daughters shouldn't get like that."

I stepped back and undid the robe belt and pulled it apart. I stood in front of him saying nothing. I had made the first move; it was up to Dad now. He said nothing, so I had to say something.

"Mum isn't here to tell you to close your eyes Dad," I almost whispered, "she is asleep next door and will have no notion for what happens here."

I felt him close to me again, a hand inside my robe cupping my breast and then he must have bent forward because I felt his mouth on my right nipple, chewing, sucking, pulling it, pleasures ran through my body. A finger slipped into my valley and ran along my valley floor circling around my entrance.

"Oh, yes Dad," I sighed, shrugging my shoulders and letting the robe fall to the floor so that I was naked. "Let's go to bed Dad." I said pulling away and getting onto the bed. I heard Dad undressing and then he was lying next to me on the bed, his arms on me, his hands on my breasts and then his breath at my fanny.

"Your mother and I, we haven't, you know, for a long time, not after you were born," he said quietly, "I'm not sure what is what these days."

"I don't care about you and anyone else Dad, only about us, here now, and as to what is what, you can do whatever you want to do and ask me to do whatever you want me to do, we are alone now."

I almost exploded as his tongue pressed against my button, flicking it left and right as fingers delved into my entrance. His tongue was working up and down my valley and then returning to my button as his fingers pressed slightly inside, pushing passed my petals, a thumb hanging underneath across my perineum towards my crinkle.

My breath was stuck in my chest, I didn't think about who I was with, I just embraced the moment and enjoyed the intimacy. Dad began sucking my button, his tongue flicking and his fingers were pressing inside, pushing through my entrance, passed my opening and deep inside the heat of my fanny. I now knew what to expect, or so I thought.

Dad found a small hard bit, perhaps scar tissue inside me, and ran his fingernail around it, my pleasures just on another planet, pressures building, everything seemed to go tense, my fingers were curling, my toes were curling, my heels were pressing into the mattress and my head was tipping back and my mouth was open as I gasped at the pleasures Dad was instilling.

Dad moved his fingers a little and found a ridge inside me, tracing his fingernail along it, my fanny entrance making slurping sounds as his fingers moved within me. He moved on and as his fingers went deeper, his mouth left my clitoris and his tongue found my urethra, pushing into the small opening, a sensation I had not even imagined, let alone experienced, and then sucking at it.

I was gasping, I was gulping, and my Dad was making love to me, me, his daughter and I was in heaven. Dad eased away and I pushed him onto his back. "My turn," I said quietly, and I reached down and took his dick in my hand. Oh, my goodness.

Dad was bigger than Pete, and I thanked my stars that Pete had been first, otherwise I would have been scared at what I had in my hand. Dad was a little longer and a little fatter, but those 'littles' account for a whole lot more big. I bent down to where my hand was and I licked the end of his dick, Dad jerked in surprise and he was gasping himself now.

I pulled on his foreskin pushing it down his dick, and then I ran my tongue around the rim that was uncovered, Dad was gasping loudly and panting, and I could hear his fingers as they scrabbled on the bed. I pressed my tongue into his little hole and then I sucked him into my mouth, trying to push my mouth all the way down his dick, but he was just too big to go down my throat, I bobbed up and down as far as I could, sucking as I bobbed.

I held Dad's balls in my hand, squeezing them a little, not too much I hoped, I knew that boys easily hurt in their balls. I started to kiss the end of his dick again as my hand moved his foreskin up and down, Dad groaning and gasping with pleasure as I worked his dick.

"Oh my God baby, that feels so good, I had forgotten how good it can feel."

"I am here now Dad; you don't have to rely on your hand."

"Oh God, you knew?"

"No Dad, I just guessed that you did. Someone told me all men do. Well, let me tell you, we girls do too."

"Oh God, I have to watch you do that one day."

I let his dick go and I lay on my back with my legs apart, Dad got the message, I felt him between my legs and then I felt his dick in my crease and his breath on my face, no whisky breath from Dad.

He must have held his dick and slid it up and down my valley and then he rested it in just the right spot, and he began to push. My fanny was being invaded, stretched open, my petals fluttering as his dick entered my body, slowly, easing in, my fanny stretching to its limit almost as I was penetrated by only the second dick in my life, but this was the dick that helped create me, and so, to me, it was fitting.

He went deeper than Pete, my fanny felt so much fuller, stretched so much wider, and his balls didn't quite rest on my thighs, Dad couldn't get his dick all the way in, either he was too big or I was too shallow. Probably me, perhaps if I had started having sex when I was younger, perhaps my fanny would have stretched more, had more depth. I didn't know, sneakingly I suspected not, I think that you grow to what your DNA stipulates.

I didn't think I ought to ask Mum, 'hey Mum, does Dad's dick fill your fanny, only he is too big to fill mine.' Yeah, perhaps not. Dad began to pull out, and my fanny felt empty again, I could feel the void inside where my fanny walls hadn't closed again, he didn't pull all the way out, his glans was still inside, I could just feel the hardness of his rim right at my opening.

He pushed in, again I could feel that strange sensation that I thought must be his foreskin moving, and then the sensation of his rim scraping along my inside, squeegeeing the walls of my fanny, and then easing back, the pressures dropping, his fanny at my beginning again. He only paused a moment before he was pushing in and then pulling out. His tempo increasing with every stroke, faster and faster and deeper and deeper and soon I felt his balls slapping against my thighs.

My pressures were building; I had pleasures flowing through my body and I could hear the symphony of slaps accompanied by my gasps as dad shagged daughter in a hotel room somewhere on the pacific coast. I was glad Mum had taken a sleeping tablet, the walls were thin, I had heard another couple shagging somewhere a little earlier just before I nodded off after Pete had gone, and Mum hearing those sounds from a room with her husband and daughter in would not have gone down well.

Dad was going at a good pace, enough pressure to create slaps against my belly, enough pressure to press against my depth, enough speed that no sooner did I realise that he was in, then he was out. He began to speed up, going faster, going deeper, his grunts getting louder, I was so hoped Mum was out cold, there was a lot of noise coming from my hotel room.

My pleasures were flowing everywhere, I could hardly tell one from another, they were in my ears, in my toes, tweaking at my nipples, dancing around my stomach, my pressures had my body so tense I through one sharp implement and I would explode like a balloon. Electrics fizzed and crackled, and I was sure that they must be creating bright sparks. I was so close, so very close, and then Dad slammed in harder, pressing hard against my belly and he gurgled, and my fanny went cool.

I felt his spurts of cool spunk deep inside me, flooding my fanny, swamping my cervix and filling my womb and the cool triggered me and my orgasm released. I screamed, I shrieked, I beat the mattress with my fists, I bucked up pressing hard into Dad, every nerve in my body reacting and contracting every muscle.

I felt as if I were hovering above the bed and then everything relaxed and I slumped down, Dad feeling heavy on me as my chest heaved, struggling to replace the air lost from my lungs when I orgasmed. Dad eased back and his dick slid from my fanny with a gurgle, and I felt his sperms dribble down into my bum crease, mildly weird because they were cool.

"Baby," Dad gasped, "Oh shit sweetheart, what have we done?"

"What is right Dad, I love you, oh God how I love you."

I lay there feeling my fanny slowly shrink back to normal. Normal? What was normal, would my life ever be normal again?