Guyver – Second Chance – Part 2 - Sex Stories

Guyver – Second Chance – Part 2

... this place definitely was outside those limits. The 160 acres was a quarter section, usually 800yds x 800yds, giving 774,400 sq yds, of public land that had been divided up in the late 1800’s to be sold as a family homestead, and to earn money for the government. The Homestead Acts had few qualifying requirements. A homesteader had to be the head of the household or at least twenty-one years old. They had to live on the designated land, build a home, make improvements, and farm it for a minimum of five years, and the filing fee was eighteen dollars. After the five years, the homesteader could obtain a deed to the land giving him fee simple rights for all time. The deeds for this quarter section were issued in 1913, one of over 400,000 during that ten year period, which had been the most prolific for the granting of full homestead titles. When she did her research Joyce couldn’t understand why someone who had worked a piece of land for over a hundred years could allow it to be taken away from them for such a small tax debt of less than $500. Joyce detoured into the garden as they passed, getting some fruit, a pear and a plum, both picked from the top of the trees, where the sun had ripened them before the lower ones. The Guyver kindly supplied a harvesting tool consisting of a pair of sharp blades, with a basket underneath them to catch the fruit, the whole thing mounted on a long handle that the suit grew from the back of her wrist. It even contracted to bring the fruit back ...

... in reach, and then produced a pouch attached to a waist band to put them in. Joyce asked for another pouch to put some berries in, which the suit extended from the middle of the belt so it rested on her pubic mound. As she walked down the row of bushes, picking ripe fruit, the pouch rolled from side to side across her mons, which she knew it didn’t have to, since Div could easily have secured it with side straps, but she didn’t say anything since it was actually quite stimulating. After collecting enough for her meal, she turned towards the house, the berry pouch rolling about a bit more as her stride increased, and when she asked Div to secure it, he extended two clamps from the lower end, and made them grip her labia. When he shortened them, her outer lips lifted up, and then two more straps extended from her hips to just above the clamps, tightening to pull her lips apart and spread her slit open. Joyce could feel the warm breeze play along the inner surface of her groove, and across her clit, hardening it. When she reached the house, Joyce sat on a long bench on the front porch, looking out over the meadow as she ate the delicious fruit, enjoying the clean taste of every mouthful. In between bites, she discussed the possibility of Div researching the ownership history of the farm, to find any clues as to what had brought it to this state of disrepair. In the meantime, she was going to do a bit of cleaning to make the place more habitable if she was going to stay on for a ...