As seen, I am a petite 5’5″ weighing 105-110lbs when soaking wet. My perky 36 b cup breasts with their oversized dark areolas tend to captivate eyes of on lookers as I never a full cup bra. Each nipple sports a thin diamond stud pierced through it just below the tip. My legs are tight and my ass cheeks even tighter as I take great pride in not looking anywhere near my age, which is slightly above 40.
I am often seen in tank tops and short skirts or shorts. Hell if you have the body for it why not enjoy if remind myself as I sport several tattoos. My favorite is a full vine that disappears in the crack of my ass. After my son went to college, I found I had lots of time on my hands as my husbands works out of town a great deal of time. As was the case this particular Friday I am about to share with you.
I was busy doing chores around the house, wearing a pair of tiny shorts and a crop top that I had made from an older tank top. The top was cutoff just below my below my breasts, with my erect nipples pushing against the tight fitting material. My shorts naturally showed off my enticing tight ass cheeks, while the front barely covered my luscious thick lips while I walked about.
The temperate was in excess of 90 degrees, as I stopped working to relax for a little while. I plopped in a music disc and stretched out on the couch sipping an ice cold long neck corona. Looking down, it was easy to see my thick camel toe protruding as the front seem was buried between my now prominent lips. I could actually place my slender fore finger between them as I loved masturbating in many different fashions if I couldn’t have real sex.
The music volume was loud, just the way I like it. I love feeling it flow through me as I cranked up the volume a bit more. After several sips, the bottle was empty and I was feeling pretty fucking hot and bothered. My fingers had already caused a massive wet spot in the tiny crotch area of my shorts, and my erect nipples were aching for attention. I rushed up and grabbed another cold brew and dropped my shorts to the floor. My cold hand felt good as it brushed against my hairless lips, then against my breasts as I raised the top over my head.
Being naked around the home was nothing unusual, and our promiscuity increased after our son left for college. We were able to do as we pleased whenever and wherever we pleased without worrying about being walked in on just like today as I laid sprawled out naked on the couch.
I propped an oversize pillow behind my neck, so I could easily kiss and take my puffy areolas into my mouth. Placing the now half empty long neck between my legs, the coldness sent shudders throughout my body. Looking down, I could see the neck rising from between my swollen dark lips and became so aroused at the sight.
Taking the empty bottle from the table, I began to rub it over my breast. It felt good as I held one breast in my hand and guided the sleek glass over my skin. Tippling the neck, I ran the bottle neck ridges along my now fully erect nipple. The sensuous pain as the steel stud pulled on the nipple made me crazy, causing me to squeeze my legs together tightly.
“Ah shit” I hollered out as I felt the extreme coolness penetrate my parted labia lips. The coolness created a fully erect clit instantly as I felt my juices flow from within.
I was fucking horny now and wanted to play as I was home alone. Turning the bottle upside down, I placed it over my nipple and pressed it firmly into my areola. I softly twisted the bottle as it sank into the fleshy areola and saw my erect nipple inside the neck. First one nipple then the other, as I continued to bottle fuck each one over and over, creating a deep ring around my now extremely sensitive areolas.
placing that bottle back on the table, I grabbed the bottle resting between my labia lips. I slowly lifted it upward, dragging it through my well dampened trail, then slowly up my stomach. Raising the bottle to my nipple, I gently poured a little beer onto it as I placed it in my mouth.
“Mmm” I moaned as I lapped and sucked the taste off completely, then repeated it several times on each breast. “Mmm” I repeated at the nasty tasting nipples as I placed the empty bottle back in place, using a small pillow to keep it between my legs.
“Ah yes, it feels good” I said as I felt the neck ease between my lips while continuing to suck my areola into my hungry mouth. I found myself rocking my hips up and down the neck as pleasure increased. As I pressed my hips down, I moved the pillow slightly away with my feet. I felt the bottle slip forward, the ring neck now laying on my inner lips.
I was gnawing at my areola, pulling at the steel stud lodged between my teeth. It hurt a bit as I pulled harder, but I didn’t care about the minor pain. My nipple was being stretched as I pulled on it harder, while pressing my hips down on the bottle neck.
“Mmm” I panted, feeling the electricity buzzing throughout my entire body. My orgasm building in anticipation as the bottle tip was lodged against my entry hole. I grasped the bottle with my feet and held it in position as I pressed my hips forward a bit more.
Yes, I felt it. I felt the ring penetrate my opening. The coolness sent a new wave of sensations throughout my body as I raised my hips and then pressed them back down, taking a little more each time.
“Ah damn” I screamed in a muffled voice as I was thrashing my hips up and down repeatedly. I pressed down once more and felt my lips being stretched wider as it eased its way inside of me.
“Mmm” I moaned again with a mouth full of areola. “Mmm” I bellowed out as I slammed my thrusts up and down in perfect timing, not missing a stroke. Yes I thought, I was about to cum, and cum hard as I reached down and held the bottle firmly in place. My pussy was slamming hard against it as I started to twist the bottle in semi circles.
“Ahh fuck, mother fucker” I screamed out loudly as I began to cum. “Ah yes” I moaned, feeling my juices all over the bottle and seeping onto my hand. “Oh shit” I screamed as a final release of juices flowed out of we as I slowly pressed the bottle in deeper and held it there.
I looked around the room and saw my husband standing there watching as he had snuck home early. He wasn’t alone, as two of his co workers, including his boss were standing behind the couch.
“See guys, I told you she was a very creative person” as I noticed that their eyes were still on the bottle lodges inside of my burning box as their was nothing to cover myself with.
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