Guyver – Second Chance – Part 2 - Sex Stories

Guyver – Second Chance – Part 2

... behind the door in her bedroom. She also found a pink ribbon, and tied her hair back with it, which added a finishing touch. Taking the bucket, she headed over to the entrance gate, wanting to walk the rest of the stream’s path, rather than cutting across the meadow. She stopped at the falls for a better look than she’d got yesterday, dipping her hand into the plunge pool to find it was very warm, as were several of the large rocks, all of which were in full sun, and probably had been all day. While the water would have lost some of its heat over night, the rock must act as a heat sink, soaking up solar heat during the day, and releasing it back into the water at night. Joyce would have bet that the pool was still warm enough to bathe in first thing in the morning. There was a small upturned bucket on a ledge beside the fall, and when she looked underneath, there was a china dish, holding a bar of soap, indicating that this was regularly used as a bath, or a shower, with the waterfall. Perhaps Helen came here each morning, to strip naked and bathe in the open air, her groove moist with girl juice, as Joyce’s was now. This wouldn’t get the milking done though, so Joyce put that thought on hold, and turned to the business in hand; milk. As she walked across the top field, towards the group of cattle, she could see one of them feeding a calf, so Div had been right in saying she could get milk from them. The cow saw her approach, bucket in hand, and turned towards the shelter as ...

... Joyce drew near, lifelong training kicking in despite five years coping without her human owners. When the animal walked quietly into a stall on the far wall, Joyce took the milking stool down from where it was lodged behind a bracket on the wall, set it beside her, and sat to experience another new task in her life. Div’s voice told her to clean the teats first, as the suit put a water jet at her wrist, warm liquid spraying the udder to remove any dirt, and the blue light irradiating any germs that may be there. Following instructions, she gently gripped the base of one of the teats, then squeezed her fingers in sequence, feeling thrilled as fresh milk squirted into the bucket, after adjusting her aim. Alternating her hands, she kept squeezing till the flow slowed down, the teats now sitting empty in her palms, so she swapped to the other pair, the milk coming easier as her technique improved, and the cow got back into a long remembered routine. There were three or four pints in the bucket, but considering she’d fed her calf several times already today, and he was very likely to be starting to wean, that amount was acceptable. No doubt the yield would increase if a regular milking schedule was set up, but Joyce was only going to be here for a few days, then the livestock would have to take care of themselves once more. It would take a month or so for all the arrangements to be made to transfer ownership of the farm, but Div was confident that all would run smoothly. Hanging ...