All Characters In This Story Are 18+ Years Old.
Mitch McFee walked confidently in the utter blackness of the inclining rock tunnel from the mineral hot springs toward the Great Cave and cabin of the Cavern Mine. He had plied the natural passages for four decades, and, indeed, had hewn new pathways through the mountain core in search of electrum, silver and gold. When he reached the carved niche which served as his 18-year old granddaughter’s bedroom he extended his bare left foot and nudged the wooden plank door open with his great toe. Ambient light beamed from the kerosene lanterns in the upper hall and illuminated the room in front of him. As he entered, carrying Clementine, naked and clinging to his chest with her legs and arms entwined about him, their combined long shadow played across the rude sturdy furniture and onto the thick mattress of her bed. Mitch stooped and laid his charge down on her quilted comforter then straightened up and turned to the shelf near the door.
Clementine sat up and swung her legs over the edge of the bed, watching as her father lit her lamp, then closed and bolted the door. When he turned around, she smiled and pointed at Mitch’s drooping cock. “Poppa, it’s still fat but it’s not standin’ up.”
Mitch stepped across the room and stood before the young girl with his thickened dick inches from her face. He rested his hands on her bare shoulder points and grinned back at her. “Well, Darlin’, you know how to fix that.” In response, Clementine lifted his log with her left hand and kissed its knot sweetly. “But before you do…” Mitch interrupted her, tilting her chin up with his right hand, but not disturbing the small fist encircling his hardening prick, “I thought we’ve been workin’, these past weeks, on learnin’ the proper names for things. What do we call what you’re holdin’? Surely, there’s a better name than ‘it’.” He stroked Clementine’s cheek with his thumb while her chin rested on his extended index finger.
“Well,” Clementine answered proudly, “It’s a ‘penis,’ but you also like me to call it a ‘cock’ or ‘dick.’ But, sometimes, I don’t know when I should call it one name or another and, REALLY, I still just think of it as your ‘THING’, especially when I am kissin’ it.” She rubbed her chin slowly across her dad’s finger. “Can I kiss it now?” She asked quietly.
Mitch struggled with himself. Self-discipline won out over the powerful urge to fuck his little girl’s throat then and there. “Yes, Darlin’,” he agreed, “You can kiss it, but I want to know how many rocks are on your board.”
Clementine pushed her face through Mitch’s hand and touched his purple bell with her tongue. “Goody!” She observed, “Your cock is leakin’ already!” She swiftly slipped her lips over its head, naturally cupping his heavy nuts with her right hand, and greedily slurped up the bubble of pre-cum she had spied in Mitch’s slit. When she triumphantly pulled her mouth back, the glistening helmet audibly popped into view and the sturdy turgid dick bounced like a springboard. Grabbing her father’s hand, Clementine stood and led her father from the bed to a table across the room. “Look, Poppa,” she said, pointing to a carved board with 30 routed circular depressions. “There’s stones in the first 5 pits…it will be three more days before there’s a stone in Number 8…” Clementine picked up a slate laying beside a lumpy deerskin pouch the table. “See? Ever since you gave me the Baby Board, I have been trackin’ my messy time…”
“Your ‘period,’ you mean…” Mitch interjected.
“Yes, Poppa, my ‘period’,” Clementine went on, “Just like you explained. And now I know that my cycle is always, always, always 26 days… which is different from what you and Momma said, but it’s true.” She took a deep breath and continued. “Anyway, my mes… period, is always four days long and my last one ended yesterday. But, you never told me why the board is painted yellow from Numbers 8 through 10, orange from Numbers 11 through 13, red on 14 and 15 and then orange and yellow again, from Numbers 16 through 21.” She spun around and hugged Mitch, pressing herself flat against his hard chest and belly. Her full firm teen breasts compressed on his bottom ribs. Her hands snaked behind him and rested on his taut buttocks. She lifted her face to his and asked, “Why IS that?”
Mitch had made the first board for Daphne and given it to her when she was twelve and had come crying to him because she was bleeding between her legs. He had been a single parent since her mother, Leanne, died in childbirth the spring following their discovery and homesteading of the Cavern Mine. He knew about monthly cycles but had never thought about having to explain menstruation. Mitch made the board with holes and gave it to Daphne, bostancı escort along with a pouch containing 30 small smooth river rocks. He instructed her to put a pebble on the board every day, from then on, and to watch for, and start a new count, the first day of her next blood flow. By the end of that year she knew she had a regular 28 day cycle and was never again surprised by her period’s onset.
“The paint was your Momma’s idea,” Mitch replied. “We were so grateful when she got pregnant with you.” He bent his head and kissed Clementine, rubbing his hands lightly up and down her back. “But,” he went on,” We knew that our life was a hard one and thought it would be unfair to have more children. So, your mother painted her board with colors, estimating the days in her cycle when she thought she might be more or less likely to conceive: Red on the riskiest middle days of the month; with orange on either side, and then yellow. From what I told her about eggs and sperms, she figured the first and last week of her cycle were safest and left those pits unpainted. She called it her ‘Baby Board’ because it was a way for us to predict whether she might get pregnant when we fucked.”
“Well,” Clementine replied, thoughtfully, “It seems to have worked pretty good.” A slight frown appeared on her face. ” How come I didn’t get a board and a bag of pebbles until I was 16?” She asked. Her unblinking, penetrating, gray eyes required a candid response,
“Well,” Mitch replied, “Momma was there to explain about the facts of life when you were younger, and there were no boys or men to make a baby with, so it wasn’t necessary.” He took in a deep breath. His chest pushed against Clementine and his standing cock poked against her tummy. “But we had also made plans to get you into the civilized world after you were 18 and we wanted you to be smart, not only about books, but about men and life. So, I made another board and gave it to you for a tool you can use to control your own biological destiny.” He kissed her again and concluded, “It would be wrong for us to send you out in the world without that ability. Which is ALSO why I have been teachin’ you, since you turned 18, about your body and men.”
“Poppa…” Clementine whispered, “Can I tell you somethin’?”
“Anythin’, Darlin’,” Mitch answered.
“I wanted you to start teachin’ me two years ago!” Clementine laughed and slid her hands to Mitch’s crotch, capturing his flag and rocks.
“Me too, Clementine, me too,” Mitch confessed, “But Momma and I agreed we should wait until you were old enough to be your own woman.” He squeezed his granddaughter close to him and kissed her deeply. She gurgled her delight in his mouth while she lightly stroked his dick, making it harder than ever.
Meanwhile, back at the mineral pools, Daphne McFee and Royce Engel, the junior attorney from Greene, Lester and Quill, squatted in a hug, naked and chin-deep in natural hot bubbles. They were so close that an observer would be hard-pressed to tell where her torso ended and his began.
“Now then, Mr. Engel,” Daphne buzzed, with her lips resting against his, “Where were we?” She moved her right hand from Royce’s ass around to his lap and rewrapped her fingers around his steely hard-on. “Oh, yes, I found your thing gets big and hard, just like Daddy’s…” She pressed her mouth firmly onto Royce and drove her tongue between his open teeth while she squeezed his dick and pulled him still closer to her with her left arm.
Royce groaned and reciprocated the embrace and kiss. “‘Mother May I?'” He asked himself, closing his mouth on Daphne’s tongue and sucking, while his hands slipped over her slick body. “Yes, you MAY,” he emphatically answered silently, sliding his palms along her haunches and under her crouched thighs, sinking his fingertips deep into her hams.
Daphne moaned and pushed her hand down Royce’s cock to its root where she gathered his floating rocks in her long fingers and pulsed them gently in her closing palm. They were huge; filling her hand. She divided his loose wrinkled sack with her thumb and played her tips over the firm eggs. Royce broke the kiss and gasped, “Are you sure this is what Mitch meant by ‘hospitality’?”
“Uuhhnn,” Daphne moaned again, spreading her knees, as Royce’s hands located her pussy and rosebud, targeting both sensitive spots. “Shshsh-uurrr…What… else? UUUHnnn!” She grunted when Royce dug his right middle fingertip into her anus while his left thumb pressed upon her clit. “But… Mr. Engel…”
“Call me Royce…”
“…ROYCE!” Daphne cried, feeling his finger drive deeper into her ass. “I just KNOW I have an egg waitin’ for seeds… don’t give me a baby! Fuck… my ASS… PLEASE!” While she whimpered her ümraniye escort bayan begging plea, Daphne rolled in the water and splashed to the rocky pool rim, turning her face to the wall, and cried, “NOW, Royce, RIGHT NOW!”
Engel rose from the water and waded, spear at the ready, toward the round white globes at the base of Daphne’s tapered smooth back. Her legs were spread wide. Her pussy winked invitingly. He positioned himself and shoved his stiffness balls-deep, in a single thrust, into Daphne’s hungry cunt. “Hyunh!” He growled with satisfaction as he felt her pussy walls collapse and grab his stalk, pulling him deeper still. He flexed his hips and flattened his nuts against her warm wet skin.
“Oh PLEASE! PLEASE!” Daphne yelled, “Yes! Yes!… But don’t COME in me!” She worked her bottom back and forth on his dick while he leaned over her back and grabbed handfuls of her mature full boobs. “Nya! Nya!” She yipped with pleasure as his tweaking fingers fired electric bolts from her nipples to her pussy.
“No, Daphne… nohhh,” Royce soothed, as he stroked rhythmically inside her twat. “I wouldn’t… HYUH!… do that… HYUH!… to you… HYUH!… I’m just… HYUH!… greasing my… HYUH!… goose, sweetie.” He slid his right hand from her tit to her hip and across her cheek. His thumb pulled the taut glute away from her crack, exposing her pink asshole, still gaping a bit from his earlier probe. “I think you’re ready… HYUH!… Are you READY? HYUH!… Do you WANT ME?” He raised his voice with every pump as he asked his questions and plunged his thumb into her ass.
“UUUNNNHHH! YESSS!” Daphne’s shout echoed off the shining cavern walls, commanding him with a hundred voices. “Oh God! YESS!
Royce backed his cock out of Daphne’s cunt and swiftly exchanged the longer, thicker plug for the thumb in her butt. Her pussy juice coated his velvet nosed dick and he easily pushed its rim past hers before pausing. He grinned as he felt her shudder under him. He wiggled his hips, then gradually continued introducing his staff, an inch at a time, until he was buried.
Daphne yelped, and pressed back, with every small thrust, driving herself onto Royce’s stake. When she was fully impaled she arched her back and froze, contracting her sphincter hard on his hard-on. Royce pulled back, then pushed in again. Daphne rotated her hips and sang an unintelligible song half under her breath. Royce’s breaths came quick and short. His strokes sped up. He panted as he felt his nuts clutch for release.
Daphne pulled her left hand from the cave wall and slid it down her sternum, over her belly button and onto her aching throbbing clit. She pinched and fanned herself, warbling incessantly, until, just as she heard Royce cry out, and felt him flex in her ass, her own climax burst.
“AARRGGHH!” Royce roared.
“RRRROYCE!” Daphne resounded.
When the cave was again silent and the tinnitis had faded from their ears, Royce pulled himself free and spun Daphne around. They fell, in each other’s arms, into the water. The mineral bubbles tickled and eased their tender parts while they languidly kissed until they were calmed.
The twisted tube from the baths to the cabin cloister muffled Daphne’s and Royce’s raucous noise so that the occupants of Clementine’s closed chamber could not have heard the joyful frolic at the mineral pools. The matter, however, was moot because, in fact, Clementine and Mitch were not attending to anything outside their immediate confines.
Maintaining their deep kiss, Mitch raised his daughter off the floor and pivoted toward her oversized cot. Again bending down, and laying her upon her coverlet, Mitch joined Clementine, on his knees between her calves. Breaking the kiss, he hoarsely admonished, “Hold your horses, Darlin’, Poppa wants to inspect your peaches and cherry basket.”
“THEN can I, um… numm your plum, Poppa?” Clementine squealed happily. “I’m hungry!”
“Of course,” Mitch replied, enigmatically, “If you’re still of a mind.” He fell forward, straddling Clementine’s upper body with his forearms and kissed her hard on her mouth before she could even process his remark, let alone think of a response. His tongue, worming around, tickling her cheeks, drove from her head all thought, save for the consuming idea that he should never stop.
Mitch slid his hands from Clementine’s armpits up the outside of her breasts, pushing them into a central pile and twiddling her nipples with his thumbs until they were rigid. Clementine cooed and squirmed. Her puffed areolae thrust her aching tips against her grandfather’s working pads. He left her mouth and quickly bent his head to her bosom, taking the entire top of her left boob into his slavering mouth. kartal escort Her heart, beneath his chin, leapt and spun as he suckled. She thrilled while his strong left hand kneaded her right breast. Her cunt quivered and her stomach swarmed with fluttering butterflies.
Continuing his downward progression, Mitch rapidly transferred his pursed lips from one fat pebbled halo to the other while his hands slipped over Clementine’s young body and spread her thighs wide. She lifted her legs at his touch and bowed her knees, locking her ankles high in the air above his back. Mitch drew hard, first on her left, then on her right breast while his left hand stroked up and down along Clementine’s right outer thigh and his right middle fingers slid gently, just inside her pussy’s bald plump slit, until her clitty peeked from its sheath. She gasped with agonized joy when Mitch twitched her bean. “Yiii! Ehhh!” squeaked Clementine, seizing her father’s head in her hands and cinching him tight as her hoped for orgasm began.
“Yes, Darlin’,” Mitch murmured, muffled by Clementine’s right tit, “Come for Poppa… Come, come, come for Poppa.” She could not understand her father’s stifled chant but she wiggled and writhed beneath his hand and mouth and cheerfully obeyed his direction. “Nyaah NYAAHH! Oh, Poppa, OHHH!” She cried out to the stone ceiling as waves of ecstasy took her. This was her favorite part of her father’s nearly nightly tutorial.
Suddenly Mitch reared up. Clementine noticed a wild look in his face such as she had never seen before. She was startled, almost frightened, by its intensity. “Don’t fret, Darlin’,” Mitch comforted as he registered her wide-eyed reaction to his lust. “The time is here for Poppa to pluck your cherry.”
Clementine did not immediately understand his meaning and she was too agitated by the lost sucking and twiddling to sort it out. “OHH! Don’t STOP, Poppa!” She wailed, balling up her fists and beating upon her grandfather’s braced arms in a frustrated tantrum. “P-P-Pleeeeze, Poppa!” She stammered, on the verge of tears, “DON’T STOP!”
“Stop, Darlin’?” Mitch growled, low in his throat, “We’re just STARTIN’!” Without further ado, he jutted his joint forward and pulled on Clementine’s hips. His cock’s head pierced her dripping slick slit and bumped against the barrier guarding her virgin grotto. Clementine chirped her surprise when she felt the intruder and realized Mitch’s intent. Without relieving any pressure, Mitch pushed and pulled once more. Clementine felt a stinging burn as her strained hymen broke. “HYUNH!” Mitch grunted, shoving his cock through the widened os into his daughter’s pristine pussy. She yelped loudly. Her interlocked feet rested against Mitch’s tailbone. She wrapped her arms around his back, scratching the length of his spine with her fingernails, as the pain and pressure announced her new visitor. Mitch promptly pulled halfway out of the virgin vagina and rested, giving Clementine time to accustom herself to his filling presence. “There, there, sweet thing,” he crooned, while stabilizing her upended hips with his strong hands. “The pain will pass… soon enough,” he panted, squeezing her ass cheeks to distract her mind from her violated twat.
Clementine smiled up at Mitch. The burning melted away, replaced by the familiar pleasure of intimate contact, but with a different, stronger, feeling. She moaned and moved her bottom in his hands, pressing herself forward, automatically contracting her cunt walls and gripping the wonderful hardness inside her. Mitch resumed stroking and pulling, slowly, easily, steadily, until Clementine, rapt in her passion, freely pivoted and squirmed around his pulsing cock. Her head tossed. She clawed at his lats. Her heels beat a tattoo on his buttocks. “NYAAHH! Oh Poppa, OHHH!” She screamed again as, once more, her crisis stormed. She shut her eyes tight, tensing every muscle in her body, while stars and sparks exploded in her mind.
“NOWWWWW!” Mitch yelled, thrusting his ejaculating dick to its full extent and seizing Clementine in a frozen iron grasp. He flooded her pussy with jet upon jet of pent up jism. She clutched and squeezed. They rocked together, shaking the sturdy oak bedframe, until he had no more to spend and his daughter flopped, loose and fatigued, upon the bedding. Mitch dropped on top of her, embedded deep in her deflowered nest. “Oh my Darlin’, oh my Darlin, oh my Darlin, Clementine!” He sang soft into her ear, no louder than a buzzing mosquito, but oh, so much more welcome. “That’s what pussies… and cocks… are meant for.” He said, kissing her lobe lightly before resuming his impromptu lullaby. “You’re so tight and, oh, so tender, oh my Darlin, Clementine!”
Clementine rolled her face under his and kissed Mitch sweetly. “Thank you Poppa,” she whispered. “Thank you for bein’ such a good teacher.” She closed her eyes and fell asleep, comforted by her father’s fat softening cock soaking up the juices of her cunt.
“Goodnight, Darlin’,” Mitch said, soto voce, ” Goodnight… woman.”