"No thanks, but it hasn't long boiled if you're making a coffee," he answered.
Dave glanced up as she went past, and did a double take seeing what she was wearing. As Jenna got to the kettle she turned and looked behind her, Dave wasn't looking. She couldn't wait there too long, so poured a cold drink and then opened the fridge quietly. She glanced back, he still wasn't looking, and reached down and took out the cucumber she knew her mum had bought the day before. Even just picking it up and feeling the width in her hands she knew this would be much better.
Dave had turned and glanced at Jenna a couple of times, making sure he quickly turned back if he saw her move, so he didn't get caught looking. He'd seen her slender legs with the top she wore barely covering her arse as she went by, and couldn't help but keep giving sneaky glances. He almost gave the game away when she bent over to get something out of the fridge, her t-shirt riding up and exposing her uncovered arse to him, the merest glimpse of her pussy between. He watched as she walked back past him, one arm clamped to her side, the other holding her drink, and he watched bemused as she tried to get through the door using the hand with the drink in.
Jenna bemoaned coming downstairs like this, the cucumber in her hand but she now realised she had nowhere to put it. She couldn't walk past Dave with it out in the open, that would take some very awkward questions and embarrassing answers. She stuffed the cucumber under her top lodged into her armpit, and had to hold it still using her arm. She sighed when she reached the door and she'd shut it properly, struggling to push the handle without spilling her drink. Finally, she got back to her bedroom, her heart racing, sitting still for a few minutes in case Dave followed her up.
Hearing nothing, she quickly stripped off and lay on the bed, reaching over and picking up the cucumber. She held it in her hands, marvelling at its width and how cool it was to the touch being right from the fridge. Jenna slid the cucumber along her wet folds without removing the plastic wrapper, then put it to her mouth while sliding the fingers of the other hand into her pussy. When she thought it was wet enough she slid it slowly into her pussy. She groaned, feeling it push her pussy wide open, but bemoaned a little its smooth surface. While it helped the cucumber push deeper into her, it didn't have the same feel that a real cock would have had.
She closed her eyes and thought about Dean, specifically how his cock had felt, while she plunged the cucumber deeper and faster into her already-soaked hole. She wanted so very much to slide her fingers across her sensitive clit, but also wanted to prolong her pleasure. She took her spare hand and placed it behind her head. She fucked herself like this for a while but felt her hand starting to get numb.
Jenna turned and knelt, riding the cucumber but having to hold it steady with her hands. She paused and reached behind her, pushing her feet together and holding the cucumber steady as she rose on it. It still wasn't perfect, but at least it slid in and out rather than her pussy gripping it tightly. She reminisced about Dean again and grinned to herself. Raising, she planted her feet on either side of the cucumber and this time straddled it, squatting down. Taking a deep breath, she positioned it on her arsehole.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she groaned to herself as it inched along her anal cavity.
Feeling it around halfway in and her feet holding it steady, she put her hands up and gripped her headboard tightly. She started to ride it again, tiny squeals emitting from her throat as it pushed deeper inside. She groaned louder still as she pushed further down, her insides churning at the feeling of being filled.
Dean had paused what he was doing on the laptop downstairs and listened out. He could hear a noise, just faintly, and walked towards the door, opening it quietly. The noises were a little louder now, unmistakeably coming from upstairs. As he climbed the stairs, he heard the sounds from Jenna's room, and peering through the bannister saw her door half open. He tiptoed over and peered in.
She couldn't see him, Dave had a side on view from behind her. As he peered around he saw her hands gripping the headboard tightly, then her shoulders and top half, her big stiff nipples moving with her movements, he saw her arse, surprisingly round for her slim body, and then he saw between her legs. That's what she was sneaking away under her arm then he thought. He watched in awe as she rode the cucumber, now deep in her arse, watching as her pussy gaped too as it pushed her arsehole wide.
He felt the blood run to his groin and his cock was quickly erect. Staring at her arse, he undid his zip and pulled out his cock, stroking as he watched her. He found himself imagining he was in her arse instead, matching his strokes to her thrusts, running his thumb over his glans while he stroked. He planned in his head, to watch but cum as soon as he could, so she didn't see him, so she wouldn't know. But then he coughed.
Jenna jumped, gasped, and turned to where the noise had come from. She twisted and saw Dave standing in the doorway, erection in hand, staring at her arse. She twisted and went to move away, and then cried out. As she moved the cucumber broke, small parts falling onto the bed where the wrapper had split too. She lay on the bed, trying to cover up with her hands, but Dave didn't move. If anything he was wanking faster. He nodded between her legs, then down to his cock, and she read his mind.
Dave smiled to himself when she did what he wanted like he'd telepathically sent her a message. She looked a little weird, with around five inches of the cucumber still in her arse, now clenched shut with some of the wrapper still sticking out. She slid her hand across her clit, staring at his cock while he wanked. Her other hand moved down and she pulled gently on the wrapper, feeling the cucumber pull inside her arse. She stared at Dave's cock, around as long as Dean had been but a little more girth. She stopped rubbing and beckoned him over using her finger.
"Fuck me, please," she begged him.
She reached her hands down and pulled her pussy wide open, smiling seductively at him. He walked towards her slowly and moved onto the bed.
"You're a bad bad girl," he told her, "and obviously your mum doesn't find out."
Before he'd finished speaking Jenna had wrapped her ankles behind his back and pulled him to her. He positioned his cock and she clamped her legs, pulling him in sharply, taking her breath away.
"Holy fuck!" she cried out as his cock slid into her.
This was the feeling she'd wanted with the cucumber, the feeling of the protruding veins on his shaft rubbing her pussy walls as he fucked her with long deep strokes. He pushed a couple of fingers into her arsehole, nudging the cucumber but making sure not to push the wrapper inside too. He used the other hand to grab her ankle and push her legs back as far as it would go.
"Fuck me, fuck me, FUCK ME!" Jenna cried out as she felt her insides churning.
"Make me cum," she begged.
Dave used his hands on both ankles now, her knees by her ears, and watched as she slid a hand down and rubbed hard at her clit. He could feel her body quivering, feel her orgasm brewing inside her, and marvelled at how much her legs shook when she finally tipped over the edge. Releasing her legs he scrambled up her body, wanking furiously until he came across her tits, neck and face. Jenna lifted her head up and slid her mouth onto his cock, slurping the last remnants of his cum into her mouth.
Neither of them saw or heard Dean standing in the doorway with his phone in his hand....
