A Mysterious Bottle
Most parties start with people getting to know each other over drinks to help them relax and overcome their initial shyness, followed by casual fun with participants splitting into themed groups and eventually pairing off with the prospect of a pleasant end to the evening. It doesn’t even matter how many people are at such a party, but rather what the entertainment consists of. And even though I thought games for teenagers were a thing of the past for me, I was proven wrong. At one such party I was invited to—held at a friend’s apartment—we didn’t need to get to know each other first, so we could jump right into some laid-back fun.
There were six of us there in all, each with a partner. We knew each other, but we’d never been together like this before. Everything was lighthearted, and nobody took anything too seriously. We drank whatever anyone had brought—mixing drinks as we went—and the non-alcoholic beverages seemed to vanish right before our eyes. Our host’s wife noticed this and asked my partner if he’d help her bring more drinks up from the basement. He readily agreed, and in the meantime, I went to take a leak. That evening, I was wearing nothing but a mini-skirt and fishnet stockings with a hole in the crotch, so I didn’t have to undress and could comfortably get right down to business. I had to go so badly that I just closed the door behind me, but it slowly swung open on its own, leaving me exposed to the gaze of the guys sitting across the room, who, surprised by my shamelessness, started clapping. “At least it wasn’t an embarrassment,” I thought to myself, and returned to the room, where someone had started playing a porn movie in the meantime. “That was quite a waterfall! I thought someone was taking a shower,” my friend commented on my trip to the bathroom and pulled me toward him so I’d sit on his lap. I looked around and noticed that my partner hadn’t come back yet. “How deep does your basement go?” I asked my friend, who was stroking my leg and watching TV intently. Before he could answer, the door slammed open and my partner and his wife returned. As he walked past, he kissed me, and I could smell the pungent scent of a wet pussy on his lips. I looked at him with a puzzled expression. “Well, we fooled around a little,” he replied, smiling as he sat down next to us. It was a turn-on, made even more intense by the movie scene where they were just giving each other oral sex. I started fidgeting nervously on my friend’s lap, and he took it the wrong way—he slid his hand under my skirt and began to tease me. “Why not,” I thought to myself, settled in comfortably on him, and watched the porn like everyone else. No one cared about anything else anymore, and the air was thick with the scent of sex.
When my partner noticed how cheaply I was giving myself to our host’s hand, he got up and moved to sit behind his wife. She draped her legs over him, slipped her hand under her panties, and started rubbing herself. That, in turn, turned my friend on, because I felt something beneath me that hadn’t been there before, and instead of just teasing me, he started fingering my pussy—and without even realizing it, he made me come. Just then, the sensual atmosphere was interrupted by the couple sitting across from us, who had been keeping a low profile until then, but suddenly suggested we play spin the bottle. We all looked at each other in surprise and, after a moment’s hesitation, shyly nodded. Until then, I’d thought it was a thing of the past, but as it turns out, it’s still very much a thing. I was no stranger to this cute teenage game, as it was a regular pastime among the boys who were eager to undress us and thus discover the secrets of the opposite sex. But now different rules were proposed: we didn’t have to undress, but whoever spun the bottle would assign a task.
We sat down around the table, picked out a suitable bottle—there were already countless bottles lined up under the table—and I waited to see who would be the first to spin it. That honor went to a friend from the couple who had come up with the idea. Right after the first spin, the bottle’s relentless neck pointed at me, and my task was to suck off our host. He was already eagerly pulling out his cock, and before I could even move between his legs, he was already hard, waiting for my wet lips. After a moment, he pushed me away so he wouldn’t cum, and I went to spin the bottle. Unfortunately, it landed on me again, so I spun it once more. This happened several more times, and the erotic game turned into a comedy. “Give it here, please,” said my friend, who couldn’t stand watching it anymore. “I must be dreaming,” he added when it landed on me again. “Okay, so your next task will be to go down on my wife,” he said, watching the upcoming action with a hard-on in his hand. She focused her attention, which had been shifting between my partner and the porn, took off her panties, and eagerly spread her legs. I knelt on the floor in front of her, grabbed her ass, and began licking her smooth, shaved, soft labia. She held me tightly while teasing her clit. I couldn’t resist and slid my tongue deep into her hole. She thrust herself against my face and moaned intensely. It turned me on like crazy, and the thought that my partner had already licked her was driving me wild. I couldn’t take it anymore; I slipped my hand between my legs and secretly masturbated under my mini-skirt. Her juices deliciously moistened my lips and trickled down my tongue to my chin; her thighs were trembling, and it looked like she was about to come any second. I wanted to experience that moment at the same time as her, so I tried to hold off, because I couldn’t take it anymore. But it only took a minute, and we both came violently. I pulled my wet hand out of her pussy, wiped it on the inside of her thighs, licked her love juice off my lips, and went to sit back in my seat.
I looked around, and it was clear that this task had left no one unmoved. “Could you please pass me a napkin?” our host asked me; he couldn’t bear to watch his wife having sex and had splattered himself all over. “Wait, I’ll wipe that off for you,” I offered. “You’d better spin the bottle so we can move on,” he replied. So I spun the bottle, thinking there was no way it would land on me again. Apparently, I was wrong. Everyone shot me a look, wondering if I was doing it on purpose or what it was all about. “You know what, let’s switch places,” my partner offered, and even he was clearly reluctant to continue. “Okay, one last time, and if…,” I didn’t finish my sentence. “No last time, no ‘if.’ I’m spinning it now,” he said, reaching for the bottle. He spun it so vigorously that it fell off the table. His second attempt succeeded, but with a result that surprised no one. “Just go fuck yourself with that,” our host declared and went to take a piss. Even the couple who’d come up with the game weren’t interested in how it was going anymore and rolled over to fuck on the floor next to the table. The sight of the couple fucking passionately apparently inspired our host’s wife, who bent down into my partner’s lap and began alternately jerking him off and giving him head. She was sitting with her legs spread so provocatively that I immediately understood where my place was. I parted her labia, circled her clit with the tip of my tongue, and watched out of the corner of my eye as she shamelessly played with her partner’s dick. I was about to take her place when her husband, who had returned from the bathroom looking calmer, started groping me under my skirt. He knelt behind me, running his whole palm over my pussy, his cock stiffening between my thighs. Suddenly, he lifted my mini-skirt all the way up to my back, pulled my pantyhose down below my ass, and began shamelessly licking me between my spread cheeks and shoving his tongue into my ass, while I used my hand from below to help myself to another orgasm. Suddenly he stopped, thoroughly wet me with his saliva, and replaced his gentle tongue with his hard cock, which he slowly slid inside. I wasn’t quite ready for that yet and let out a cry. But I quickly adjusted to his size, and incredible pleasure wasn’t long in coming. He slowly thrust all the way in and started fucking me like a bitch until my vision went dark. I completely forgot about licking his wife and just thrust my face against her fragrant pussy in time with his rhythm. She stood up, straddled my partner, and started fucking him. Watching her ride him with lustful eyes, I tried to slide underneath her so I could see in detail how he was thrusting into her. Apparently, her husband liked it too, as he intensified his thrusts even more. Holding onto my partner’s knees, I tried to withstand this anal assault. When I arched my back further to get closer to his wife’s ass and my partner’s wet cock, he suddenly pulled it out of me, straddled me, and started ejaculating on his wife’s back. It must have been quite a load, because I could feel the cum even in my hair. Finally, I had the chance to position myself so I could fully enjoy the view of my partner’s cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy while comfortably licking his wife. I longed to get as close as possible so I could lick the juices from her pussy off his cock. When he felt my hot breath and my probing tongue, he pulled out, and the head of his cock slid down my tongue straight into my mouth, where he immediately began to cum, while she finished herself off by rubbing against his stomach with loud moans. These sensations sparked an uncontrollable desire in me for another orgasm. I slid my hand between my legs and began to finger both holes, savoring the blissful sensation of that moment. I parted my full lips and let the semen slowly trickle down around his cock, over my shameless lips, and onto my chin. I got an overwhelming urge to kiss and take turns with my “rival” until she climbed off him. I let it slip out of my mouth, licked up the last drop, and discreetly signaled my interest in switching positions. But she didn’t want to give up her spot; on the contrary, she was even trying to get back on his cock. I took turns fucking my pussy and my beautifully stretched-out ass, but I just couldn’t come, even though I was already on the verge. I felt I needed some kind of kinky impulse to get me going. My partner’s cock disappeared irrevocably back into her pussy, and I was left with a view of her gracefully swaying ass, which I began to lick, sliding upward along their cum-splattered backs. I passionately licked up drop after drop and felt it coming over me. I pressed myself against her sticky back and, intoxicated by the scent of her body, came with my last ounce of strength.
Pleasantly exhausted, I collapsed, leaned back in the chair, and looked around the room. There was no one around, though I heard some voices and a door slam coming from the hallway. After a moment, our host came in and sat down in an armchair. “Where is everyone?” I asked in surprise. “They’ve already called it a night,” he replied and began jerking off boredly, watching his wife still fucking my partner. It was a nice sight, but it left me cold, as fatigue and sleep had overtaken me. I got up, walked past him without a second glance, and headed to the bathroom to freshen up and get ready to leave. “Don’t you want to help me out a little?” a voice suddenly called out behind me. I jumped and saw our host standing in the doorway, his flaccid dick in his hand. “What am I supposed to do with you? Come on, then,” I replied, because I felt sorry for him standing there all horny, and I pulled him by the cock over to the sink. It was immediately obvious that he needed to feel a stranger’s hand, because in an instant he started squirting cutely. I kissed him, dried him off with a towel, and we went back to the room together. The other two were already sitting side by side with drinks in hand, relaxing. I sat down next to my partner and let him know that I’d like to head home now. “Sure, I’ll finish my cigarette, we’ll finish our drinks, and then we’ll go,” he said and began to slowly get ready to leave. “Are you leaving already?” our host asked. “Yeah. It was a great evening, but fatigue is relentless,” I replied, and we made a final toast. “Yeah, it sure was,” his wife chimed in, “though we could’ve done without that whole bottle fiasco,” she added. We all agreed in unison. We finished our drinks, said our goodbyes, and set off for home. It had been a great party, but I still couldn’t get that “mysterious bottle” out of my head—it just wouldn’t leave me alone.
