Chapter 32

The first ten or so spins of the bottle felt more like some sort of a sorority ‘get to know you’ party than anything else. I could see that JC, sitting over near Terra was feeling similarly. Then Heather got the bottle back after answering that she was waxed under her bikini bottom, and I saw the little smirk on her face and knew she had some sort of a plan.

She spun again, and the bottle stopped on Ginnie. “Hmmm,” Heather acted it up, tapping her finger on her puffy lips. “Ginnie. What’s the horniest thing you’ve ever done?”

Ginnie burst out laughing in surprise. “Um, well, other than for my OnlyFans?”

“That’s content,” Heather waved it away. “In your personal life.”

“Oh, that’s easy,” Ginnie grinned. “I was on a dry spell and was working as a receptionist at my Dad’s garage. He was out for the day, so when I took my lunch break I locked myself in his office and fucked myself silly with a wrench until I was about to squirt, and I realized I didn’t want to leave a mess so I squirted into his garbage can. I had to bring the wrench and the garbage bag with my juices out to the dumpster without getting caught. But it was worth it ‘cause I came so fucking hard!”

This got everyone laughing as Ginnie hammed up her story a bit, then she spun the bottle and landed on Zenya. The big busted woman was asked how much she’s been offered to show her tits for content, since she was a non-nude model, and she admitted she’d been offered up to $10,000 for a video of her sucking her own nipple, which she turned down.

“OK, but can you actually do that?” Heather challenged her.

“Oh, for sure,” Zenya laughed and hefted one of her boobs in her sweater, leaning her head down and sticking her tongue out and playing it across the fabric. “And that’s with a bra on!”

Zenya spun to Heels and asked the Pakistani woman where she preferred guys to cum. Heels grinned and darkened a little, the first time I’d seen her blush, and said she preferred to swallow. Then Wanda interrupted. “Hold on!” she said. “I call liar. I know for a fact that you’ve told your Exes you prefer them to cum on your face.”

The whole group went, ‘Ooooooh,’ and Heels looked surprised. “Yeah, I tell them that so that they don’t think I’m a big cum hungry slut,” Heels said. “What do you think I do with the cum once they’ve given me a facial?”

This got more nervous giggling and laughing from the group, and I couldn’t help but imagine what Heels looked like with her dark, warm skin splattered with pearly streaks of cum as she licked it from her lips. Heels was let off with a finger wag and a lot of playful ‘One more strike and you’re out!’ jeers, then she spun and landed on Becca.

“Who on this trip would you most want to hook up with for one wild night of passion?” Heels asked her.

Becca blushed hard, her cherub face turning a hot pink as she buried herself in her drink for a moment. “Kiss!” she declared, and Heels slid the bottle over to her as the group jeered and catcalled the blonde. Becca sighed and shook her head with a smile, then spun the bottle. It landed on Sherry, Cattie’s little sister.