It was the night of my 19th birthday when we decided to put a wild turn on "spin the bottle." I felt a thrill at the thought of the rule — whoever spun the bottle had to give oral to the person it landed on. My heart raced as I imagined the possibility of putting you in my mouth, and the mere thought made my mouth water. We were all sitting on the ground, dressed in our bathing suits. I could feel the fabric of my red suit clinging to my skin, accentuating my figure, and I knew it was thin enough that anyone could see how hard my nipples were. I couldn't help but notice the way you were wearing yellow shorts with black underwear underneath, the color contrast making it painfully obvious how wet your underwear was, and I couldn't tear my eyes away from the way your excitement was barely concealed beneath your shorts.
Sal was the first to spin, and when the bottle landed on Jacob, I felt a tension build in the air. Jacob despised Sal, and it was clear in the way he grabbed her hair as she put him in her mouth, forcing it deep into her throat. I watched, my breath catching, as she gagged with Jacob in her mouth, and the sight sent a wave of heat straight to my core. I couldn't stop myself from imagining what it would be like if you did that to me, how much I'd worship you if you took control like that. I glanced around and noticed James, Michael, William, and David, their excitement evident, as they watched Sal struggle with Jacob. I could see her tongue swirling around the tip, making Jacob moan loudly, and I felt my own arousal growing, almost unbearable.
"Take out your tongue and look me in the eye baby," Jacob commanded, his voice cold.
She hesitated, and my pulse quickened when he slapped her lightly, grabbing her hair again, demanding she obey. When she finally complied, taking out her tongue, I saw him spit into her mouth, again and again, before he suddenly pushed himself deep inside her mouth again, holding it there until she gagged and dug her nails into his back hard. The sight was intoxicating, and I could barely stand it.
Wanting to show you just how wild I could be, I got on my knees, feeling the cool ground beneath me, and reached for Sal's soaking wet panties. She was knelt in doggy style, attending to Jacob with her mouth and hands. The smell of her wetness hit me as I leaned in closer, the deliciously pungent scent sending me into a trance. I looked up, locking eyes with you, and without hesitation, I let my tongue explore her intimately, losing myself in the taste.
A few minutes later, I could sense the group had had enough of Sal and Jacob, and we all took our seats again. My lips were still wet with her essence when I felt you lean in closer to me. You held my chin in place, and I couldn't breathe as you gently tasted Sal's lingering sweetness from my lips before casually returning to your seat. My heart pounded in my chest as it was finally my turn to spin the bottle.
For all the times I've been with someone, I've never wanted anyone to connect with me as much as I wanted that bottle to land on you, to have the chance to savor you in every way imaginable.
To be continued...