(The reader is advised to read Parts 1 &2 first.)
Jennifer was determined to lose her virginity before the end of the summer holidays, but in the week after she spied on Henry and Peggy in the shack, no opportunities arose. Each night, vivid images of Henry brandishing his impressive cock would torment her mind, and she would slip a hand between her legs and try and make herself come. But try as hard as she might, orgasm always eluded her, and eventually, Jennifer decided that perhaps her fingers alone were inadequate for the task.
On the three occasions when she had successful masturbated to orgasm, there had been a specific event that had inflamed her, and consequently, orgasm had come easily. She had watched Henry make himself come; she had caused Toby's premature ejaculation in her hand, and of course, the pièce de résistance, she had spied on Henry giving Peggy 'a right royal seeing-to'. Jennifer suspected that her imagination needed fuel in order to ignite - perhaps she was easily jaded and needed new experiences?
One afternoon her mother asked Jennifer if she would pop down to the kitchen and give Aggie, the chief cook, some additional instructions for their dinner that night. Jennifer was a dutiful girl and readily obliged. When she got to the kitchen, she gave Aggie the orders, and was about to leave when she noticed a basket on the floor, containing several cucumbers. Something about their shape stirred memories, and an image of Henry popped into her mind. Jennifer realised that the cucumbers were of a very similar size to Henry's erect cock!
She thought she felt herself blushing, and was about to leave, when Aggie went into the pantry to get additional ingredients for the dinner. Jennifer quickly selected a fine-looking cucumber, and rapidly made a swift exit from the kitchen. She was wearing long ruffled sleeves, and once out of the kitchen Jennifer hid the cucumber up her sleeve and took it to her bedroom.
Her heart was beating wildly. She had acted on pure impulse, and had not really thought about what she intended to do with the cucumber. Jennifer took it from her sleeve and studied it. In length and width, it seemed a perfect match for Henry's manhood. She wrapped her fingers around it, and her middle finger and thumb could only just meet. Jennifer had never had the good fortune to touch Henry, but she judged it to be about right. She knew that the span of her hand was eight inches, and had estimated Henry to be of similar length - the cucumber was longer, at least ten or eleven inches. Jennifer felt quite dizzy with anticipation.
"Do I really intend to do this?" she thought. The cucumber was very smooth, with no little bumps or rough bits that might cause her injury. Jennifer moved her hand up and down it, just as she had done with Toby's diminutive member, and as she had observed Peggy working her hand on Henry. It seemed perfect - but it would have to wait. Jennifer secreted the cucumber at the back of a drawer - she would try it out that night when her parents were fast asleep.
In the evening, Jennifer and her parents sat down for their dinner. The first course was a simple chicken soup, and then they were served a small dish which made Jennifer almost laugh out loud. There were sliced rings of cucumber, covered in avocado, and topped with a small shrimp. Jennifer found it highly amusing when she thought of what she had stolen from the kitchen, and how she intended to use it!
Her parents seldom stayed up late, and Jennifer was pleased when shortly after nine pm they retired to bed. Her father kissed her on the forehead.
"Sweet dreams, Jen," he said. If only he knew what wicked things Jennifer tended to dream about...
When Jennifer went up to her room, she made sure that she locked her door. It was a huge house, and her bedroom was some distance from her parents' room. They rarely stirred after they had retired, but she did not want to take any chances.
Jennifer stripped off all her clothes and stood in front of the wardrobe mirror. She thought of Peggy's womanly curves. Peggy had a fine pair of full, round breasts - Jennifer's were much smaller. Although her breasts were exceedingly perky and needed no support, Jennifer wore an A-cup bra. She was rather concerned that Toby had not seemed particularly excited when she coaxed him into fondling her breasts - were they too small?
Jennifer turned to the side and looked at her breasts in profile. Despite their smallness, she liked what she saw. The tips were prominent, and the areolae, (a term she only learned much later), were swollen and protruded proudly from the hemispheres of her breasts. Followers of erotica on the Internet today would call them 'puffy nipples'. Jennifer's nipples were nowhere near the size of Peggy's large teats, but seemed in good proportion, approaching half an inch in length and as wide as the tip of her little finger.
Jennifer had noticed that many of the girls at her school had nipples that were barely raised over the areola, which puzzled her - how would a baby suck on those?
She touched her nipples gently, and marvelled at how sensitive they were. They hardened instantly, which served to make them even more sensitive. Jennifer wet her fingers with spit, and touched her nipples again. The slipperiness of the spit greatly enhanced the sensation, and as Jennifer watched herself in the mirror, she became aware that there seemed to be a direct link between her nipples and her pussy. Each time she elicited a delicious thrill in her nipples, she would almost immediately feel a little contraction in the muscles deep in her pelvis, the ones that came into play when she tried to start or stop peeing. After only a few minutes of nipple play, Jennifer felt that her pussy was starting to get wet.
She recalled watching Peggy in the throes of passion - Peggy had pulled and squeezed her nipples quite violently before she came? There must surely be a link?
If her spit made her nipples feel good, what would the slippery juice from her pussy be like? Jennifer reached down and wiped her finger a few times between her pussy lips. They were, as she had suspected, very wet. She transferred the moisture to her nipples and found the experiment to be a success - the slippery juice made her nipples feel wonderful, and produced a corresponding surge of tingles in her pussy.
Still watching herself in the mirror, Jennifer liberally coated a finger with pussy juice, lifted it to her mouth, and sucked. She had tried this once before and had felt shocked that she could do such a thing, but Jennifer was now much more liberated - she had decided that if anything could increase her sexual pleasure - she was prepared to give it a try.
The taste excited her - there was both sweetness and saltiness, and a hint of tangy citrus. She stood for a moment, applying pussy juice alternatively to her nipples and her mouth. The more she did it, the more liberally her juices flowed - she could feel a trickle running down her left leg.
"Dear God," she thought, "could I make myself come just by doing this?"
Jennifer remembered the object at the back of her drawer. She checked again that her door was securely locked, and retrieved the cucumber from its hiding place. She wrapped her hand around it feeling dizzy with excitement. It was thicker than her two fingers, and much thicker than the single finger that Toby had clumsily inserted into her, but it appeared to be the equal of Henry - an image of his erect cock formed in her mind.
"Yes," she thought, an excellent match."
Jennifer lay on the bed and positioned herself so she could see her reflection in the wardrobe mirror, and spread her legs. She parted her pussy lips as she had seen Peggy part hers to prepare for Henry, and nestled the tip of the phallic vegetable between them. She moved it to-and-fro, wetting the surface with her juice, and with a wildly beating heart, Jennifer pushed.
"I can't do it, it's too big!" she thought, but she persevered, took a deep breath, and pushed again. The mouth of her pussy yielded, and Jennifer felt the cucumber gaining entrance. She pushed again and added a to-and-fro twisting motion.
"Oh yes, it's going in!" Her excitement mounted as by little increments progress was made, but soon Jennifer found that she could go no further - the cucumber seemed to be stuck, and she had not yet got to its widest part. She explored with a fingertip - and decided that as slippery as her natural juices were, they were not enough to lubricate the cucumber.
Jennifer was a resourceful girl, and got off the bed, went to her dressing table, and took a jar of Dior Prestige hand lotion back to her bed. She smeared a liberal amount of the cream over the end of the cucumber and tried again.
Jennifer let out a little squeal - the cream was cold at first and a bit of a shock when it first touched her pussy. She positioned the cucumber against her entrance and tried again.
