Guyver – Second Chance – Part 2 - Sex Stories

Guyver – Second Chance – Part 2

... back to the fresh air. “If you would like a breathing aid, Joyce,” came Div’s voice, “the command would be ‘Breather on’.” “Oh!” she said in surprise, “Thanks. Breather on.” As she trod water, the visor slid into place, but much lighter in construction, covering a larger area, from her forehead to under her chin, and perfectly transparent, with straps round the back of her head. Putting her face in the water, her vision was totally clear without the water in contact with her eyes, and she could see the fish swim through the plants growing on the lake floor. “Where is the air coming from?” she asked, and Div explained that the outer frame of the breather acted just like fish gills, separating oxygen from the water, and dissolving carbon dioxide back into it. There would be no need to replenish air tanks, and she could stay under for as long as she liked. She explored most of the lake, finding the fish weren’t frightened if she remained still, and when the suit wrapped a weight belt round her waist, she was able to sit on the bottom and watch them. Catfish came up to her and cleaned her skin, especially her hands and feet, but the most interesting were one group that spent quite a while working on her nipples, and Div said they were extracting the lactation residue from her last period. Whatever they were doing was turning her on, and a second team was soon harvesting the girl juice leaking from her slit, aided by the suit fitting a bar between her knees to push them wide ...

... apart. Joyce had almost cum, but the catfish must have satisfied their appetite by then, because they turned and swam away. Apart from being jilled by a shoal of fish, the other highlight of her swim was the suit building a pair of fins on her feet, which let her step her underwater speed up to amazing levels. At one point, the suit deployed a thin speed suit, flattening her breasts to increase her hydrodynamics, and she was able to outstrip even the fastest fish in the lake. When she’d done playing mermaid after Div wrapped her complete lower body in a realistic tail, apart from the smooth pubis and slit being noticeably exposed, he reconfigured the suit into a floatation device. It was like floating on an airbed, lying in the middle of the lake, and working on her tan, till she felt her empty stomach asking to be fed. When she got back to the beach, Joyce slipped on her top, shorts, and shoes, not bothering with underwear because she wanted to have her breasts free to move under her clothes as she walked. She followed the stream back to the farm gate, then cut across to the house, going inside to prepare some food for a late lunch. There was still some fruit from yesterday, a piece of cheese, and some pickled mixed cabbage, turnip, and carrot, with some herbs added in to the vinegar, that tasted like a very strong coleslaw, as Div said it would after all this time. It went beautifully with the mature cheese though, and Joyce said all it lacked was a cup of coffee, but it was too ...