Guyver – Second Chance – Part 2 - Sex Stories

Guyver – Second Chance – Part 2

... sewed, or read, or did other small routine tasks. There was a very surprising change in spring 1993, when a journal entry took on a much more personal note, covering an event that Joyce had not come across before. Susan had written that she was very disappointed in Helen, because she had returned to her former bad habits, which she had assumed were over and done with when she married. Each journal entry was started with a neat line across the page, often decorated with small flowers, animals, or other fancy embellishments, and then the day and date it was made. This teasing new matter occurred right at the bottom of the page, and Joyce was eager to turn the page for more information, but found the next three entries had nothing other than routine work details. The page after that was for a Sunday, with an unusual morning entry at 8am, written in great detail. They had started with prayers and Bible readings, which was the regular practice on the Lord’s Day; even if this was the first such record of it in three years, but this Sunday there had been an accounting to settle. Susan had gone to Helen’s room on Wednesday evening, after she had heard the girl moan out loud, and found her laid face down on the bed, a hand between her spread legs, so that Susan had clearly seen her finger the wet slit displayed so openly. Helen had not heard the door open, so Susan was able to watch until her daughter reached her climax, then even walk up beside the girl, close enough to read the ...

... book she had open in front of her. Susan didn’t seem overly surprised, merely writing that she had placed her hand on the disgusting girl’s shoulder, telling her not to move, then leafed through the pages towards the front, till she arrived at the very first. It had been dated 1987, three years before Helen had returned home, so she had brought the book with her, and been adding to it for another three years, with filth upon depravity. There were, apparently, short stories of women and girls masturbating, of their sexual congress with men, willingly and taken by rape, and of penetration by inanimate objects of incredible size, in every orifice. Accompanying the written word were drawings of naked men, very realistic, in that Susan easily recognised Helen’s school teacher, although he could never have fitted a phallus of such proportions in his trousers. There were many of the men from town depicted, from shopkeepers to the mayor, three mayors in fact, drawn as the “Election Race”, with three young women bending over the finish line, their naked rears ready to be penetrated. One of the young girls was Helen, except, unlike the other two, she was tied to the ground, wrist and ankle, and an inset showed her with all three penises in all three of her holes. There were scenes of depravity that Susan would never have imagined, far worse than Helen’s previous problem through her teenage years, which she’d thought was resolved. This last comment really piqued Joyce’s interest, as she ...