Guyver – Second Chance – Part 2 - Sex Stories

Guyver – Second Chance – Part 2

... cleft, and how it should be touched and fondled, or spread wide until it hurt, then to be filled with the most mundane of objects, stuffed till it was fit to burst, and Helen would cum from his mere words. Susan knew just how to elicit the same response from her daughter, to raise her to the very edge by describing what should be done to her, then making the girl bring herself in check. Helen didn’t resent being addressed as if she were still a teenager, it was something all parents did with their children, no matter how old they were, they would never be anything but a child in their heart. Her Mom took her back to her youth, instructing her in the ways to get her cunny wet, even that childish expression adding fuel to the fire, then hand something phallic to her, watching her daughter insert it fully, then pound it into her depths. It had been a candle first, then the handle of a serving spoon, and the other end next, the wider dish having to be forced through a little used entrance, and turned several times, stirring her delicate insides. Eventually, a last squeeze of her throbbing clitoris brought the longed for climax, her Mom insisting Helen keep rubbing, twisting, and pinching the sensitive nub till her third consecutive orgasm. A satiated Helen was finally sent to bed, with a reminder to keep herself under control, and Joyce put down the journal to do the same, but she couldn’t help wondering if the older Helen was still driven by the same longings. With the images ...

... of the book’s account foremost in her mind, Joyce brought herself to orgasm twice, before she settled down to a deep sleep, hardly noticing that the Guyver unit also made her climax every hour. She awoke in the morning, rested, but once again coated in sticky girl juice, all over her thighs, titties and fingers, her clit still tingling from her nocturnal excitement. This time there was warm water still in the kettle by the fireside, so she was able to clean herself in comfort, resisting the urge to linger with the soapy washcloth between her legs, then got dried and dressed. This would be her last day at the farm for a while, intending to return to the campsite so she could checkout, then head home to organise the business of raising money to buy Helen’s farm. It was a little early to be ringing Helen just yet, and she’d had a thought about the story book, wondering what became of it after Susan had punished her daughter because of it. Helen had most likely taken it with her when she left, since it was rather sensitive material, but there was a chance that it had been left behind, in which case, Joyce would love the opportunity to read it. She’d considered asking Div to scan the whole house, but she felt in the mood for a detective hunt, tracking down the evidence of a young lady’s indiscretions, and exposing her deepest secrets. She was fairly confident of finding it, since Helen had admitted being upset after the funeral, and leaving some of the tasks to others, in addition ...