Jen lightly draws her index finger up and down the lips. She shivers. This is so weird, she says to herself. Well here goes nothing. She sinks her index finger in to the second knuckle. Warm, wet... Okay... Well then.
So two fingers? Feels good, she thinks to herself as she curls her fingertips and drags them across the lips slowly. Three fingers then? Okay, about the same tension as a hair band. Jen plunges her fingers in and out a few times as the lips start to self lubricate even more, covering her fingers in wetness.
Was it Jen's imagination, or was the pussy in her hand a little bigger than just minute ago?
The squishy wet sounds coming from it we're so distracting it was hard to keep track.
But, after a few more strokes it was pretty obvious, there was room for her fourth finger and probably more.
"WTF?" Jen whispered... as she withdrew her fingers. Without her pelvic bones to get in the way was her pussy free to stretch to whatever size object she inserted?
Jen saw the empty wine bottle. No, should she?
In her horny, buzzed state, she considered it for about 2 seconds. Fuck it.
Jen grabs the bottle and sets it on the coffee table.
Then, grabbing each side of the swelling, disembodied wet pussy with two fingers and a thumb she lines up the entrance over the neck of the bottle.
Jen takes a deep breath and eases the first three inches of the neck of the wine bottle in.
She can feel it... It's stiff and cool to the touch.
She slides it down another inch... It begins to spread the opening a little wider. The lips are resting on the shoulders of the bottle now.