Guyver – Second Chance – Part 2 - Sex Stories

Guyver – Second Chance – Part 2

... chance the pipe would rust, meaning it would last for many more years to come. After about 500 yards, the pipe took a turn across the bottom of a rise for about three quarters of the way across the valley, before turning up the slope. Further along, Joyce could see the tiny stream cascading over a rock outcrop into a small pool, and when she went over, there were rough stone steps set into the grassy slope, providing sure footing to reach the top. On the higher ground was a large pond, with a three foot high embankment separating it from the top edge of the rise, and the metal pipe coming out of a stone structure constructed at the far side. Joyce examined the structure to find a very strong penstock, with the sluice set at about an inch, allowing just a trickle of water to feed into the pipe, which she realised would keep the trough by the house topped up with fresh water all the time. The gates on the sluice were made of one inch and two inch stone strips, allowing quite a fine adjustment, and there were several spares stacked in an inset into the side of the penstock. The mill pond looked to be about a hundred yards by fifty, and with the penstock adjustable to about three feet depth, it held a lot of water, approximately 850,000 gallons Div told her. This would run the mill for quite a long time. Joyce walked round the pond, finding its inlet on the far corner, where a sluice gate fed by a four inch clay pipe from the stream, ran water into the pond, and a similar setup ...

... drained it from the lower end, back into the stream, just above the waterfall. Div admired the simplicity of the system, and Joyce agreed. Looking round this higher area, the opposite corner to the pond seemed to be hedged in, from the hill line, over to the tree line, with a double pole gate at the near corner. When she walked over to it, Joyce could see it was hawthorn, expertly laid with hazel poles and binders, but didn’t seem to have been maintained for a good number of years. It did, however, still provide a very efficient barrier for the half dozen cattle she could see grazing within the enclosure. Several of them came over when they saw her at the gate, and they seemed very friendly, as if they were used to people being there, sniffing and licking her hand, but returning to grazing when Joyce had no food to offer. There was a 60 feet square shelter, with a sloped roof, and a wide doorway to the field side, built under the first line of trees, where it was well protected from the weather. Joyce climbed over the gate, that being easier than taking the poles out, which were deeply notched, and heavy enough to resist any cow’s effort to escape. She sat astride the top rail for a while, checking out the pasture, but had a problem when the suit re-configured to bind her hands and feet in place when she’d humped her pussy against the top pole. The position was slightly uncomfortable, but Div wouldn’t release her till she’d humped herself to a climax, despite her protests, ...