Guyver – Second Chance – Part 2 - Sex Stories

Guyver – Second Chance – Part 2

... her dirty chamber pot. She felt a strange sense of satisfaction that such simple provisions would enable a person to maintain as good a level of hygiene as all the complex plumbing she had in her apartment. Three scoops and rinses, along with pouring the liquid out on the ground, had the china shining like a new pin, and not the slightest trace of odour. After returning the chamber pot to its place beneath the bed, Joyce returned to the privy, (she so loved that word), and set about cleaning up the small mop and bucket. With the strips of material on the mop end now softened, and the tub full of clean water, she returned them to their proper place, but couldn’t resist trying out this new experience. Lifting it onto the bench beside her, she raised the mop, allowing the excess water to drain, then laid it on her shaven slit, shivering at the cold wet touch. It was surprising how efficient this device was, after rubbing up and down a few times, she twirled the mop in her slit, spreading it open to allow the damp material to caress her sensitive inner tissue. When it played gently across her clit, it was already erect, tingling in anticipation, as she could feel her orgasm building. As she moved her grip on the handle, Joyce realised that it wasn’t just a plain piece of wood, but was shaped and smoothed, the end gently rounded, with a groove near the end. As she continued to pleasure the length of her hungry pussy, she noticed that the handle felt somewhat like a prick, on the ...

... small side, but definitely phallic in shape. Within minutes the handle was turned round, entering her dripping love hole, eased in to the full depth as it rubbed across her cervix, then twisted forward against her swollen, tender g-spot as she humped the mop in the throes of a massive climax. With her sexual passions satisfied for a while, Joyce decided to continue looking round the place, leaving the small cubicle with a thrill as a warm breeze flowed round her naked hips. She walked over to a large three sided outbuilding of the same construction as the house, finding it filled with mining machinery. Joyce had read up on small mining operations as part of her college course, turning in a very good paper that earned her some good marks, so she recognised some of the old equipment. There was a large Jaw Crusher for bigger rocks, and a smaller Jaw Crusher for second stage material, which were belt driven, and when she followed the drive shaft out of the back, it was powered by a waterwheel. It wasn’t running at the moment, but she could see that the large iron pipe still carried some water, it was just diverted to the tail race, and back to the stream she’d seen earlier on the forest side of the valley. There was also smaller pipe coming from the main flow, which Joyce could see headed over towards the water trough. The valve looked to still be in good condition, and it turned a little way when she tried it, the water swirling noisily in the upstand, till after a few minutes ...