Chapter 4

With the energy of youth and brand new romance, we made love all over the house; the merest glance or touch enough to set us off. With Ed, and other lovers, once we'd settled down from the initial passion, sex was a once, sometimes a twice a night thing when we were together, and I'd had and made no complaints, but with Sarah it could happen again and again, at any time, within hours or even just minutes of the previous bout. She could make me orgasm until I thought I would never manage another, but after a snack and a cup of coffee, I'd be tingling and itching all over again, and longing to do the same to her. I had never felt so sexually alive or been so happy.

Uncle Eric had given me permission to help myself from the cocktail cabinet, though I was under strict instructions to make sure that Sarah was only allowed a weak Gin and Tonic, or a small glass of wine. Well, that instruction was very soon ignored! The second night of our affair, we got beatifically drunk, and while raiding the fridge for snacks, discovered two substantial cucumbers on the salad shelf. The phallic shape and size made the inevitable connection in our sex-obsessed brains ... We oohe'd and ahh'ed suggestively, had a sort of mime sword-fight with them, and then, after I'd blushingly confessed that I'd used cucumbers to masturbate with occasionally, we exchanged a hot glance, and knew an experiment was required. We ran them under the hot tape to warm them up - my tip. Then I bent over the kitchen table, giggling, waggling my bum saucily, and Sarah poured vegetable oil between my buttocks so that it trickled down the valley, all over my pussy. I cooed as she slid two fingers into me, spreading the oil into my tunnel. And then she thrust the cucumber. I was so slick anyway that with the oil to help, the thick shaft opened me fairly easily despite its thickness.

"Uuunnhhh yessss..."

"You like that don't you?"

"Oh fuck yessssss ... deeper ... huh ... harder!"

"Like that?"

"God ... feels so big..."

"You've got half of it in you, do you want more?"

"Of course I do!!"

"Hnnnhhh ... now you've got some more ... Hnnhhh ... wow..."

I felt the cucumber filling me, plunging into the hungry heat of my cunt. I was utterly shameless, abandoning myself to my lover, arms stretched out in front of me, breasts squashed on the table-top. Sarah began to fuck me with long firm thrusts. My knees nearly buckled from the pleasure. Then I reached back with my hands, and pulled and squeezed my bum-cheeks. Boozy instinct led fingers to my oil-slippery anus.

Sarah and I had yet to try anything in that direction. I probed and wriggled, and then gasped as my middle finger slid in, and I could feel the cucumber sliding hugely back and forth through the stretched inner membrane.

"In my bum ... go on ... try it in my bum," I slurred in reckless, intoxicated lust.

Ed loved fucking my bum, usually when we were drunk or high. After the first couple of times, once we got it right, it wasn't actually painful, or not in a bad way, and something about it, some inner sensitivity made me feel like a hot dirty sexy little bitch when we did it.

"God Jill, you're as wicked as me! OK ... here we go ... ooohh ... it's bloody tight darling!"

"MMmmmm ... oh fuck oh fuck ... oh its hurting meeeee!"

"Shall I stop?!"

"Nnnn ... no! Definitely not! Oh, fuck my bum with it Sarah ... I want it ... I'm so bad..." I felt the burning aching, near tearing sensation that I found so strangely erotic, and pushed back onto Sarah's thrusts.

There was an incredible moment when my bum widened just enough, and I felt the first inches of the thick shaft enter. I slapped the table. Sarah gasped.

"Oh yes ... Oh that's it ... oh yes Jill, it's going in!"

"Yessssss!"

"You are amazing Jill! More?"

"YES FUCK YES!"

I felt my bum yielding deliciously, the tunnel deepening as the cucumber pressed on. Ed's cock thrilled me like this, but the cucumber was much thicker, longer, which made up for it not being hot flesh and blood. I whined, my hands were clawing the table-top. I wanted Sarah to take me to places I had never been before. Alcohol always makes me lose my inhibitions, and with Sarah as a further stimulus, I became a different, recklessly sexual creature.