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called out, ‘Is there something I can help you find? Shall I come through?’ Beth was struggling to her feet as she spoke.
    ‘No. I’ve found what I want.’ Tom came back to her side just as she was rising to her feet. He turned her one-handedly so that she had her back to the sofa and gave her a gentle shove. Beth sat down abruptly with a bump. Tom had brought a cucumber from the kitchen. ‘You’re getting low on vegetables, but fortunately there was this. I don’t suppose I have to tell you where it’s going, do I? This is part of the initiative programme you recommended to me earlier on.’ Roughening his voice, he asked, ‘Are you going to spread your legs, or do I have to use force?’
    Beth spread her thighs as far as her skirt allowed. Tom knelt and pulled it all the way to her hips. He paused to admire her legs, then felt inside her with his finger. She was wet, and she caught her breath as she felt him probing her. Withdrawing his finger, he picked up the cucumber and thrust it slowly into her cunt. It was the knobbly variety, and she seemed to feel each one of the bumps as it slid inside her. This penetration brought another, more prolonged sigh from Beth. Tom tied her ankles and knees once more. With an extra piece of rope he tied her thighs together as well, pressing her legs tightly around the cucumber and holding it inside her. Once more he toyed with her, rubbing and stroking her vulva until her hips began to rise and fall gently. Tom guessed she could feel the cucumber sliding back and forth inside her as she moved. Her face and neck were suffused by a flush which spread its warmth quickly over her entire body. She looked as if she would have parted her legs if they hadn’t been tied together. She leaned back against the arm of the settee so as to present herself more fully to his hands.
    As the arousal continued her nipples became erect. They looked acutely sensitive, almost painful, as they rubbed against the soft material of her blouse. Tom used one hand to tease and harden them further. With the other he continued to stroke her thighs and belly. Her nostrils were flaring widely as the breath sawed in her throat, and she was beginning to heave and writhe on the settee. He fumbled at the buttons of her blouse and eventually got them open. He pushed it aside, exposing her taut breasts to the cool air in the room. She gasped at the caress of air on the heated flesh. Beth heaved herself about until she was more or less lying on the settee. Only her legs hung over onto the floor. Tom paused to lift them up and to arrange her in a more accessible manner. ‘Oh, Tom, don’t stop,’ she gasped, mistaking his intentions.
    ‘I should do, but this time I think I’ll go on. Are you really enjoying this?’
    ‘Don’t ask silly questions. Can’t you see I am?’ Beth gritted out between bouts of heavy breathing.
    ‘Now who’s asking silly questions?’ he retorted. He resumed stroking her belly. Occasionally he forced a finger between her bound thighs and toyed with her labia and clitoris. He could tell whenever he found the spot by her increased movement. When she thrust herself against his finger, he could feel the hard rind of the cucumber inside her. Whenever he moved it Beth drew in a deep shuddery breath and strained against his hand.
    Tom shifted his hand so that the palm lay on her vulva and his finger rested on her clitoris. Beth clenched her thighs tightly together as if to hold him there. He guessed that she was clenching herself around the cucumber as well. He bent over her body and took one of her nipples between his teeth, nipping gently and running his tongue over the engorged flesh. Beth seemed to go mad. She bucked and jerked at his touch, crying out her pleasure as the waves of her climax swept over her. ‘Aahhhh, oh God. Tom! Go on! Go on! More, more! Haaaahhhh, haahhhh!’ She became incoherent at the end, not to say inarticulate, and a good time was had by at least one of the