Volcano

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

Please note that I am a British female, 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.

I live in a small town on the edge of a city near the pacific ocean. I moved there from England with my parents a few years ago, it was to do with Dad's job. It was okay, but to be honest, when you are blind, one place is probably pretty much like the rest, the smells may change, the weather may change, but, people are people, and for the most part a blind girl is herself, unseen. She could be anywhere, Yorkshire in her teens, or Oregon in her twenties, the differences were the same.

Mum and Dad had gone to Florida for a holiday, I had declined, there was nothing that I wanted to 'see' or experience, it was just upheaval, no, I had decided I would enjoy some peace here at home. I knew quite well the area around my home. I could walk easily to the local diners and order food, I had been to them a few times, they knew me and always accommodated me kindly.

I knew just exactly how many paces it was to the drugstore, three hundred and seventy-one, and to the supermarket, two hundred and sixty-three. I had a map in my head of the roads, and the paths and the crosswalks that made a sound, so I knew when to cross. I knew all that, but I only went out to those places when I had to. There was little point in going out, I was happy sitting in my garden at home, the yard the locals called it, and listening to my audible books.

Today however, I needed some groceries and so it was a two hundred and sixty-three steps walk to get bread and meats, some cereal and a gallon of milk. It was a lovely warm day so I was just wearing a cotton dress, well, obviously I had underwear on too, but that doesn't count. I had a pair of simple sliders on my feet and I locked my door behind me, put my key in my purse with my phone, my credit card and headed off on the adventure of shopping.

I try to go at a quiet time so that an assistant could help me, they don't have brail on food, so I couldn't tell by feel which was unsweetened low fat and which was sweetened full fat milk for example. I knew, by now, where the things I usually bought were, but sometimes they moved things around, so, if I didn't have Mum or Dad with me, I would ask an assistant, if they were free, if they could help me. They all knew me by now, and they were really helpful, when they weren't busy.

I hadn't gone far when something happened and I fell over, I just went flying, I couldn't understand it, I hadn't tripped over anything, I knew this walk well, there was nothing to trip me up. As I sat there rubbing my sore knee that had hit the sidewalk first I realised that the ground was moving. Oh my, was this an earthquake? I had heard of them, and felt a few small ones, but this had been big enough to knock me from me feet.

I heard a car pull up and a door open.

"You alright miss?" A male voice asked me.

"Er yes, I think so, I just need to find my stick, I dropped it when I fell."

I heard footsteps and then a hand held mine and pulled me to my feet and my stick was pressed into my other hand.

"You need to get out of here," he said "I reckon it's going to blow."

"Blow, what blow?" I had no idea what he was talking about, was something going to blow up?

"The volcano. Do you have anyone that can get you away from town?"

"No, my parents are on holiday. My house is just down there," I said pointing back from where I had come.

"Not safe anywhere in town, look, come with me, I will take you somewhere safe and then I can bring you back again when it's all over."

"Oh." I didn't know what to say, if he took me away then I wouldn't know where I was, I wouldn't be able to find my way home, but, if what he was saying was true, then perhaps I really wouldn't be safe at home anyway. At that moment the ground moved again, but the man had hold of me and I didn't fall.

"Look, it's not safe, I am going, it is up to you, but you can come with me to safety or you can stay here where it isn't safe. I guess from your stick that you are blind."

"Yes I am, thank you, I will come with you, thank you, I am Celia by the way."

He pulled me from where I was standing and I heard a car door open, "quick get in, mind your elbows and I will shut the door. I'm Pete."

I scrambled into his car, it was high off the ground so I guessed it was one of those trucks rather than a car, or a sedan as they call them here. It often confused me how words for the same things were so different between America and England. I heard his tyres squeal as he pulled away and I could tell he was driving real fast.

"I have a boat and I want to get out to sea, I reckon that'll be the only safe place if that fucking volcano lets loose. I will take us away from land, we will be safe there."

"Okay, thank you, I have never been on a boat." It was exciting to think I was going on a boat, and scary at the same time. I kind of knew that some of the mountains behind us were volcanos, but I sort of didn't think about them. I didn't really have a concept of the size of volcanos and mountains, I couldn't see them, and I just kind of ignored them, I think most people did. They just 'were.'

Pete was driving quickly, swerving left and right, and I was holding on to the door handle just to stop from falling across his seat. Eventually the car pulled up and I heard him get out and then my car door opened.

"Come on," he said grabbing my arm, "we need to hurry."

He pulled me along, the floor beneath us changed from a gravel to what felt like the decking Mum and Dad had in their garden and then he stopped us.

"Okay Celia, this is my boat. You are going to have to step up and forwards. I will go first and then pull you to me onto the boat."

I felt him move and then he had both of my hands and he pulled, lifted my leg and felt the edge of something a bit higher up. I shifted my weight and moved and I was sort of falling upwards. Pete grabbed me and steadied me, it felt weird, everything seemed to be swaying.

He pulled me along and then turned me round. "Sit here and I will get us moving."

I sat clutching my stick and my purse and realised that I was actually quite scared, things had happened so quickly, I had no idea where I was, what was happening, did Volcanos really just blow up? I had no idea. I heard engines start and then I felt motion, we were moving I guessed out into the ocean.

After a few minutes the motion changed, there was up and down and side to side added, it felt very, very strange, so different to a car. We kept going for what felt like ages and then the motion stopped, the engine noise reduced to just a purr and then I felt him next to me.

"I reckon we will be safe here," he said, "let's go and sit on the comfy seats now that we are away from the danger zone. I can see quite a few other boats on the water too."

He took my arm and pulled me away from where I was sat. I used my stick to 'see' anything I could trip over.

"Right, here we are, turn around and then you can sit down."

"Thank you Pete," I said as I turned around, leaning my hands down I found a cushioned seat and sat down, and then felt the cushion move as Pete sat next to me. The boat suddenly dipped and lurched and put my hand down to steady myself.

I realised after a second where I had put my hand, right onto his lap, oh my.

"Oh God, I'm sorry."

"Oh gosh, don't be, I am never going to complain when a pretty girl puts her hand on my lap."

So, he thinks I am pretty? And just as I was trying to get my head around what had happened there was the most enormous roaring sound, the loudest sound I had ever heard, it just went on and on and on. I pressed my hands to my ears to try and shut it out, it didn't work.

"Fuck," Pete said, "fucking volcano has blown its whole fucking top off, the town is a goner."

"What do you mean a goner Pete,"

"Well girly, the volcano has erupted and the whole top of the volcano and the side is sliding towards the town, it will destroy it."

"Oh. My house?"

"Gone, I am sorry, the whole town, we will be okay here, the water will slow it down. You should see it."

There was a still the noise of the volcano, but there was an uneasy silence between us.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say that," he said.

"It's okay, people say things like that all the time, it doesn't bother me any more."

I must have had my hands up in the air, I didn't realise I had done it. I put my arms down again, my hand again landed on Pete's lap, this time I could clearly feel his dick inside his shorts.

"Oh God, I'm sorry," I said pulling my hand away.

Pete's hand held my hand and pushed it back. "I told you, I don't mind."

I know about sex, the mechanics of it, I just have never done it, simple as, never even thought about it, and here I was pressing a mans hard dick through his shorts, his hand pushing mine onto his dick. I curled my fingers to get a better idea of what it looked like, seeing with my fingers.

Pete sighed and then as I squeezed a little, he gasped, "Oh God Celia."

I took my hand away and reached up for his face. "I need to feel you," I said, "that is how I see."

I turned in the seat and raised my other hand so that I had both hands on his face. I could feel that he had a stubbly face, like Dad gets if he doesn't shave for a couple of days. His cheeks had sort of wrinkles at the edge and a lumpy fatty bit under his eyes. Big crinkles at the edge of his eyes, and his nose was big with a big end.

Under his nose his philtrum was large and pronounced, the lips around his mouth were coarse and almost felt rough, there was the slight smell of whisky on his breath, I slid my fingers down further and felt his neck, his Adams Apple was huge, a real big lump on his throat and as I moved back up to his face, his tongue slipped from between his lips, it was wet on my hands. I felt his breath as he exhaled.

The volcano was still screaming and roaring;  I was somewhat scared, I didn't know what it was that I couldn't see.

"Celia," Pete said, "are you okay?"

"Yes, I think so, I can't see what is happening, there is just the noise. I have nothing to measure an eruption in my mind."

"No, I suppose not. You are safe here with me though. You did manage to take my mind off it through I have to say."

"Oh?"

"Yes, when you touched me, you know in my lap, the volcano seemed insignificant."

I put my hand down and pressed it against his lap again, his dick was still hard inside his clothes. I had never felt one before, never even seen one, I mean, how would I? I squeezed again and Pete groaned.

"Oh God, have I hurt you, I'm sorry," I said pulling my hand away.

"No Celia, that wasn't hurt, that was pleasure. It has been a long time since I have felt that pleasure."

I put my hand back and squeezed again, feeling his hardness, trying to gauge how big he was, I had nothing to compare to, I didn't know if it was big or small. It certainly felt bigger than I had expected it to be. They don't give you much scale to go by when they explain the dynamics of sex, just that a man's dick gets hard so that it can go inside you, and he was certainly much bigger than a tampon.

"Can I feel it, so I can see it?" I asked, hardly knowing where those words came from.

"Er, yes, can I do the same to you after?"

Oh cripes, I hadn't even thought about that, I supposed fair was fair. "Yes."

I heard his zip undoing and then the sound of material moving and then he took my hand and placed it on his dick. Oh, my, it really was bigger than I thought. The skin on the outside was really soft, it slipped under my fingers, but inside it was hard, hard like my shin. Pete was gasping as I touched him, I guessed he liked the feeling of me touching him.

His dick was sort of sticking upwards now, and I tried to hold it in my hand but my fingers wouldn't go all the way around. It was about two of my hands width in length and as I held it the skin seemed to move. I kept moving the skin down, and with my other hand I could feel the inside bit coming out. When I touched it with my fingers Pete just about jumped out of his skin and let out the most enormous groan.

"Oh God Celia," he was gasping, I could tell that he was beginning to pant, I could hear his breath over the roar of the volcano. I supposed that he liked what I was doing.

"Move your hand up and down Celia," he gasped.

I wasn't sure what he meant so I just held his skin tight and moved my hand upwards and downwards. His gasping began to drown the sound of the volcano and I moved my head closer. I can see some detail if I get my eyes very close, it isn't good enough to read, it is blurry, but it adds to the picture my hands give me.

I got a bit too close and his dick pressed against my mouth, Pete gasped and groaned and cried out, I guessed my mouth gave him more pleasures. I kissed his dick again and his whole body pressed upwards, and he grabbed my head, pushing his dick inside my mouth. It felt salty and I was surprised it didn't smell of wee.

He suddenly pulled my head back and pulled his dick out of my mouth. "God, I'm sorry," he said.

"Why? You haven't hurt me."

The volcano noise was now easing and I could hear the alarm screeches of the birds as they flew around.

"May I kiss you?" He said.

"Er, yes, why not."

"Let's go and lay on the bunk, it is more comfortable for kissing," Pete said.

I felt him stand up and then he pulled me to my feet and I followed him. "Steps," he said at one point and I realised that there were steps leading down. I went slowly and followed him, and then he turned me round and pushed my gently back. I felt something at the back of my leg, I sat down.

I felt Pete sit next to me, and then he used his hands to turn me around and then gently push me into a laying position. I felt his breath by my nose, again the slight smell of whisky, and then his lips touched mine, the moistness on my lips easing his hard lips across my mouth. His tongue pressed against my purse and I opened my lips, his tongue pushing fully into my mouth, his lips grinding across mine.

I had never kissed a man before, nor a woman either, apart for the little family pecks that you give. I had never thought a about a kiss or how a kiss could give you strange feelings in places you didn't expect, such as between my legs. I had squidginess, I had heat, I had pulses, none of which I expected, none of which I was prepared for. Did the same happen to him I wondered, my hand afraid to explore and find out.

I felt the fabric of my dress move up my leg and then an electric shock blasted through me a his finger touched me through my knickers. I almost blacked out, the surprise sensation was new to me, in fact everything was new to me today. As my senses were on overdrive I realised that I could still hear the rumbling of the volcano, the explosions, and rumbles of what sounded the same as thunder. I was glad I was blind, I did not want to see the destruction of my town.

His finger traced the outline of my crease, slowly pushing my knicker fabric inside my valley, my very wet valley, if I didn't know better I would think I had peed myself, I just knew I hadn't. I realised that the person gasping was me, I had no concept of what was happening, they never told you about this in Sex Education, this was way more than the simple mechanics. No wonder they didn't offer you a practical session, only explaining the theory, and we hadn't even got to the bit that they did explain.

Pete's hand began to ease the side of my knickers and pushed under the hem at the side of my gusset, his fingers were touching my flesh, touching my sex lips, lips that I knew were full and plump, and, as I hadn't previously realised, were very sensitive. I gasped out loud and squeezed his arm with all my strength.

Pete let go and I sensed him pull back and sit up.

"Are you okay Celia?" He asked, "I am not a brute, if I am going too fast, I will stop, only we are near the point where I won't be able to stop."

"I am okay Pete, I am not asking you to stop." I sat up and then stood up. I pulled my dress up and over my head and folding it, I put it at the end of the bunk that we were on. Taking a deep breath I peeled my knickers down and added it to my dress, beginning a pile, my bra was next. I was now completely naked with a man for the first time, everything was about to go very well, or very badly.

"Fucking Jesus," Pete gasped, "my God Celia, you are stunning."

I smiled and I heard the unmistakable sounds of him removing his clothes and then I felt his hands on my face and as he kissed me I felt his dick pressing at my stomach. I reached down and wrapped my fingers around his dick and began to push his foreskin back, before releasing it and then pushing it back again. Pete's breath was staccato, gasps, gulps and it all emptied into my mouth as he tried to kiss me as it seems I was distracting him.

He gently pushed me onto the bunk, and as I lay back he pushed my knees apart and he kissed my crease. At that point my lungs stopped working and I am pretty sure I stopped breathing, I am pretty sure my whole body just stopped as an experience I had never had and one I didn't know I could have happened. Electrics shot from my crotch, pleasures flowed through my body and I felt as if I had missed on so much in my life, and not because I was blind.

Fingers teased my plump lips apart and his tongue slipped in between, rubbing along my valley,  a rough edge almost scratching my little inside lips as they folded around his tongue, my fingers clenched and my toes curled. How could such pleasures exist, why was I only discovering them on the day my world was ending as my town was destroyed by a vicious act of nature, was it an angry God? Certainly not a benevolent one.

His fingers moved to the top of my crease and found my button, and I went beyond anything that I had experienced before. I give myself pleasure with my button, but that was like a sherbet dip compared to what Pete was doing, this was the finest dining in the world's biggest sweet shop. I screamed. I shrieked and I am ashamed to say, I squirted.

I couldn't apologise, I had no words, my body was a seething stream of pleasures and electrics, pressures were building in ways I didn't know could happen. I couldn't even reach him to return the pleasure, he was kneeling between my legs, all I could do was hold his head, and even that seemed beyond me.

Fingers traced circles around my entrance as his tongue danced around my button. They dipped in and then pulled back, spasms of pleasures shooting through me and then my world stopped as two fingers pushed inside and wiggled. Oh, my Godfathers, what was this, I didn't know one person could do this to another, I know I screamed again, I know I fell back on the bunk, I know my fingernails dug into my palm.

I did not know how to respond, what was I supposed to do? This was all new to me, I hadn't even read about it, and obviously I had never watched porn, so how could I know? He eased back and my fanny was left a throbbing soggy mess, I was left a throbbing soggy mess with a heaving chest. Pete must have stood up, I heard his voice in my ear and his breath on my neck.

"Get up on the bunk Celia, I want you properly."

I scrabbled back and lay on the bunk, and I then realised Pete was between my knees, I moved my legs more apart so that he had more room. I felt his breath on my face and then his lips touched mine again, I kissed back and as I did, I felt something between my legs. It was his dick, I was sure, there was nothing else it could be. He must have used a hand because it moved up and down between my plump, swollen sodden fanny lips and then stopped at my entrance.