My friend Caroline turned out to be a horse cock sucker and I fucked her pussy with a bottle - Sex Stories

My friend Caroline turned out to be a horse cock sucker and I fucked her pussy with a bottle

My lack of interest in boys became more and more obvious with the years, and when I was 16 and still didn't have a boyfriend, it became a problem. The other girls were making fun of me behind my back, and so I was left with very few friends. I stuck to the girls who were, for some reason or another, also not in a relationship yet, either because they weren't very pretty, or dorky, or weird. One of them at the time was Caroline. Caroline was pretty cute, by all standards. She was slender, and thin, so thin that I sometimes wondered if she ate anything at all, had a nice long face with pale blue eyes and a cute short nose, long, shiny, ash-blonde hair that fell straight down to her shoulders and a nice wide mouth with pretty lips. Even though she was almost as tall as me, everything about her seemed little and cute. Caroline's passion was riding, and playing the piano. She was so good at it that her parents finally ended up buying her a horse for herself, along with a small plot of land and a small barn to keep it in. I would on occasion sleep over at her place and during the summertime we would spend the night in the barn, just the two of us, which was always exciting. It was on one of those nights that we were there and she asked if we should play "spin the bottle". She had done that with some other girls before and she said it was fun, so I agreed. She must've planned it in advance already, because she had brought a bottle of wine with her, which we gradually were drinking ...

... while we played. At the time, I was going through my "goth-punk phase", where I acted like I didn't care about nobody and no-one and deliberately tried to make myself look unattractive, mainly in response to the smack-talk around me. So I had cut my red hair really short, barely longer than down to my earlobe, which made it curl in really small kinky curls, and had dyed half of it bright green. On top of that, I wore heavy mascara and green lipstick (which I thought was incredibly edgy), and the usual clothes - torn jeans, leather jackets, pins and needles. I actually pierced a few holes in my right ear myself and wore some weird earrings with skulls and pentacles on them, which is something that stuck with me to this day. Caroline on the other hand was dressed terribly conservatively, usually with very loose sweatshirts that hid her figure and in dull colours that kinda gave her the look of a grey mouse. Despite my punkish attitude, I never really got into alcohol, so over the course of the game Caroline got most of the bottle and accordingly became more and more tipsy. "Okay," she said and licked her lips when the bottle pointed towards me once more, "so, which boy are you in love with?" Obviously she wanted to go to the bottom of what was "going on" with me. I shrugged. "I'm not in love with any of them," I said, which was true. "Ah come on," she laughed. "Tell the truth!" I sighed. "That IS the truth. There's no boy." She looked at me even more curious, but didn't ask any ...