A Fuck Toy Graduation Episode 03

One woman would simply use her tongue, all licking and kisses. Another would rub Taylor's clit with her hand and kissed here and there until she came. Others licked her deep, slurping cum out of her snatch left there by the previous occupants, that is to say the cocks that ejaculated inside her. One woman latched onto her pussy and simply sucked at her entrance and rubbed her clit until she came. One woman went through the line five times with five different guys and put hickey's on Taylor's thighs. Each time Taylor watched the girl sucking a cock, she knew what was coming after the first time and she came almost right away with the guy but couldn't once Sherrilyn latched onto a new spot on her thigh and bruised her some more. Each woman's style echoed in her mind, a memory that floated about her, beyond her ability to summon on demand but appearing by some strange formula that defied her control or prediction.

The drive home was surreal. Taylor's body vibrated with sensations of sex and she continued to feel it, the sensation of the cocks entering her, the tongues, fingers, and lips sucking her, her own body shaking with orgasm. She arrived home, newly showered before she left the initiation altar as Ashes called it, and ate a weird supper with her family before going up and preparing for school. That day was Anne's birthday but since her father was missing, the agreed to take Anne out for her birthday dinner on Wednesday when John returned for Salt Lake City. Taylor went up stairs, feeling her body and wondering that her mother and sister didn't notice she was raving inside, wiped out but still full of lust. She thought she could have fucked another three days and the thought sat in her mind like a nugget of gold cold and rich. In the shower, she examined the bruises on her legs from Sherrilyn's mouth and found her mind able to recover many of the penetrations she'd experienced. Her body sang with lust still and that made her wary. Her body tingled and twitched long after she went to bed. She was wired tired and couldn't sleep for hours. At one, she finally sat up and opened her diary. The task before her was impossible, to recount the sex she'd had that weekend was an impossible thing. It was a gooey blur, the orgasms flowed together like watercolors in the rain. She opened her diary and found black ink.

"You have discovered your sexual capacity. You can be used without limit. You are an unlimited sexual resource. You will discover that being great at something does not earn you plaudits. Particularly sex. What follows is an important lesson. Your first master appears. Yield. Submit. Learn. What comes this week may only teach you if you submit to one new master. The weekend was full of lessons, do not suppose you have learned them all. They will appear one at a time but you will not learn them all at once. You cannot. Be clear. Do this. Initiate one old adult into your club. You are the Queen. Your word is law."

Taylor lay back, contemplating the black ink when her phone dinged indicating that a new post to the SAC as they called the Swanson Adult Club, had been made. She opened Facebook and examined the new post. It was a short video by Ky. She showed a jar of marbles, and then showed one that had a "1" numeral in the glass.

"This week, beginning Monday at eight A.M. is Queen Taylor's week for Blow Job Lessons. To make it interesting, we have added an incentive. Each marble is numbered. Each time Taylor gives someone a blow job, she will hand you a marble. Whoever ends up with the most marbles at the end of the week will win Taylor for next week for seven days of sexual slavery. She'll be your slave for seven whole days, from Monday morning to Monday morning. You can fuck her or give her away to anyone you like. Use her or lose her, bet her or vet her, test her or best her, I don't care. She is the prize. She wants to learn to suck cock and the SAC will help. Note that it doesn't need to be a guy who ends up with all the marbles. A woman can earn marbles from the blowjob guys by trading for them but how you do that is up to you. The blowjob contest runs until end of school on Friday. Taylor's blowjob lessons begin eight a.m. Monday and last all week. Good luck. Oh, if any marble is found with a duplicate number, both will be thrown out so no cheating. Taylor, meet me before eight at school to collect your marbles! You'll spend the week losing your marbles."

Ky laughed at her bad joke.

Taylor put away her phone and lay back, expecting her mind and body to keep her awake but instead, the moment she lay down the phone, she fell into a deep sleep filled with the sensations of sex and the bracing ache in her muscles that told her she had been used and used well.

Morning found Taylor driving to school in a daze. She knew what Ky had in mind for her but it was a blurry understanding, leaving her disconnected and confused. She knew she was going to have to suck a cock that day but she was focused on just one cock and it morphed into the idea that it was one cock a day, just one. That was what she had in mind as she drove to school. She knew she still gagged the moment the end of a prick brushed the back of her throat. She had been pushing the hard sausage down her throat whenever she thought about it and the gag reflex persisted but she had progressed so that she didn't get tears in her eyes any longer at least. She had mixed feelings about that, regretting losing the feeling of humiliation crying while sucking cock would have granted her.

She parked and walked in her high heels across the parking lot, having parked in a far corner for some reason, an unconscious reason that was obvious but did not occur to her until she saw Ky standing at the service entrance on the east side of the main building with Mr. Crowder. He was smoking a cigarette. Ky stood before him while he puffed. The man towered over her. They clearly weren't talking. Taylor adjusted course but Ky still yelled at her and gestured for her to mount the steps to the loading dock where they stood. People were arriving for school. It was seven-thirty.

"On your knees, cunt." Ky snarled.

"What? No good morning, Taylor?" Taylor responded with a bright smiled, feeling how Ash must feel all the time with her relentless cheerfulness.

"On your knees, frankencunt. Mr. Crowder here, needs his knob shined and you're just the cunt hole to do it."

Taylor made a thing about looking around, staring out on the parking lot of the entire school, hiding the eruption of excitement between her legs. She felt like she was on stage. She couldn't let Ky see the flames of passion stoking her body at that moment, sudden and instantaneous the moment Taylor understood her friend's lurid intention. She bowed her head to hide the flush of eager anticipation that rushed through her, paired with the sick dread that she felt knowing she would surely gag on the man's gargantuan cock.

"Jesus, Ky! You want me to blow him out here where everyone can watch? Let's go inside out of the cold." It wasn't cold. It was lukewarm but Taylor's skin sizzled with anticipation. She felt flushed. Her heart swelled and rattled in her chest, making it hurt and ache. The anticipation boiled inside her but she had to remain calm and not let Ky see her eagerness, her response to the situation. God, how do you hide something like that? She wondered, fearful in that complicated way that was becoming her normal life. Confronting it, she shuddered.

Ky took it for revulsion, for horror, for gasping hate and scowled to forestall any plea for pity or mercy. Ky's snarling hate washed over Taylor like a wave of luscious, erotic stimulation that made her vagina twitch and she swore she felt all the cocks from the weekend slipping into her body again, one after the other. It made her knees go soft.

"Oh my god." She breathed.

"Miss, maybe this ain't such a good idea. I could get into trouble."

"You want to fuck her again?"

"Sure." The man chuckled, the bass booming of his laughter sounded terrible and loud in Taylor's ears. "I'd rather fuck you, though. You have a nice body and she, god, she looks like a scarecrow after rabid crows finished with it. I'd much rather slip the whole meat sausage into you."

Ky grimaced.

"Yes, of course. Anyone would but this mortal coil of cunt crap is what you get. Let her blow you or you don't get to fuck her later. Let her blow you and you can fuck her any time you like."

"Any time?" Mr. Crowder repeated, making it two words like Ky did, keeping her emphasis.

"Any. Time." Ky reiterated.

He shook his head and flicked the cig with thumb and forefinger as some smokers can. The nub and ember sailed past Taylor, a scarlet and orange slit in the air that sparkled in her eyes. She watched as Mr. Crowder unzipped the front of his coveralls down his chest to his crotch.

Taylor couldn't help but giggle. With a fly that size, his cock had to be three feet long. She remembered of course, having it thrust into her body. She remembered feeling it stretch her and the smell of the man, murky with cigarette smoke and the flood of his cum overflowing her vagina.

"On your knees, slut." Ky hissed. "Time to start blow job lessons."

"Why don't you show me how, Ky." Taylor said as sweetly as she could, which wasn't very sweet, sweet as sand maybe. She smiled and her lips felt waxen.

"Goddammit, Taylor, on your fucking knees or we'll go inside and Mr. Crowder here will fuck you in the ass with that bludgeon of his. You want his truncheon shoved up your poop chute? You won't sit for a week and you'll never walk right again." Ky leered at the thought and for a moment, Taylor thought the woman was going to change her plans and forget the blowjob in favor of offering up Taylor's ass. For a terrible moment she couldn't breathe and she worried that Ky noticed and would find some excuse to deny her that particularly horrifying pleasure. Ky didn't. She merely glared, oblivious to Taylor's interior world and the sparks shooting through it.

Taylor put down her pack and did a quick mental inventory and decided she could kneel on it without breaking anything. She had on hose and it seemed wrong to scuff her knees immediately, before school even started. She also realized she had known she'd be on her knees today and she'd worn the hose intentionally so it would tell the tale of the blow job, showing ruined knees to anyone who saw the tears at her knees. She knew she'd have to give someone a blow job that day, she just thought it would take more time, that she'd have more time to adjust to the idea but she mentally shrugged. This way she was getting it over with so she could concentrate on class. Her mind was still numb for a weekend of fucking the Adult Club and wasn't processing her reality properly. That would change. Understanding would come but she wouldn't.

She knelt on the backpack. The faux canvas felt rough on her knees, and cold despite the wet, warm morning.

She lifted her eyes and confronted Mr. Crowder's cock. She had the tickling urge to look around, to see who was watching, to meet their eyes before she put her lips to this man's cock but she didn't, couldn't. Mr. Crowder grasped a knot of her hair and twisted to get a firm hold on her head.

"Open up, Missy. I may get fired but I've always wanted a blow job like this. Open up those ruby red lips and suck me good!"

Taylor didn't know what to expect and realized she'd presumed the cock she'd suck would blow almost as soon as she touched it with her mouth and tongue. Mr. Crowder didn't blow immediately. He pushed the head of his cock against Taylor's mouth. She tried to turn her head but he held her by her hair. She looked up at him. His face was a mask, a grimace that pulled it out of shape making him look inhuman.

"Suck it, bitch."

"Very original." Taylor muttered.

"Shut up, Taylor. You're on your knees about to suck a cock. You don't have a lot of room to have contempt for anyone else. You're a cum sack. Everyone and I mean every adult in school fucked you this weekend. So can the snark and suck his cock like I told you to!"

Taylor felt Ky's voice like a lash on her skin. She shivered. She kissed the head of Mr. Crowder's cock. It seemed huge, larger even than it felt thrusting into her vagina, pumping her with his possessed passion while her Adult Porn English class watched. She remembered. Her body remembered. Her vagina remembered. She felt the dampness welling out of her and soaking between her legs.

Mr. Crowder pushed his cock against his lips.

"The troll cunt doesn't know how to suck cock, Mr. Crowder, I'm sorry. She'll learn this week though. We're going to teach her to suck cock." Ky's voice sounded normal, reasonable like she was discussing a fund raiser and was telling Mr. Crowder the tables they'd need set up. "Taylor, open your mouth." Ky said.

The words electrified Taylor. The sensation was so sudden and so profound she gasped with surprise. The gasp opened her lips and the spongy cockhead pressed against her teeth. She automatically opened her jaw and the head of the cock penetrated her mouth. The man didn't stop there, with the hand knotted in her hair, he held her and pushed his cock deep into her mouth. She couldn't even suck. She gagged instead, the moment the soft-hard cock bumped against the back of her throat. She felt her teeth contact his cock and tried to reverse the clinching of her jaw but knew she'd fucked up.

Mr. Crowder roared and yanked her head off his cock.

"Goddamn! She bit me!"

Ky smirked.

"I warned you, Mr. Crowder. You treat her like a two bit whore and she'll shorten your sausage for you. This is cock sucking lesson week for Taylor Dillon. Do you get that? Lessons? Cock sucking lessons! You have to help her learn to suck your cock so just shoving it down her throat is going to cause an accident and any safety engineer can tell you accidents are preventable so don't be an asshole. Let the poor cunt do what she can to make you come. She'll make it up to you later. I promise. You can fuck that backend hold if you really want to. She carries it with her everywhere she goes. Not like she'll forget. You did her once, so you need to help her learn to suck cock."

"Fuck. All right."

Taylor felt confusion. Ky was actually helping her? Something was wrong with this picture. Still, this was her chance to learn to suck cock. Her COMPULSION listed that as something she had to do. She leaned forward, grasped Mr. Crowder's cock and licked the end. She felt a sense of purpose suddenly, aware she needed to use this opportunity to improve her cock sucking skills. Taylor giggled in her chest, like what she did could be called skill! She closed her lips on the end of his cock and sucked. Mr. Crowder groaned. That sound vibrated through Taylor and she felt a tremendous sense of satisfaction flood through her. She sucked harder.

"She sucks at sucking cock." Ky mumbled. "What a terrible cock sucker."

That did it. Taylor felt it, that little but definite "click" in her when Ky mocked her and implicitly challenged her to something. She backed off Mr. Crowder's cock and looked at Ky.

"I suppose you can do better, bitch. Look at this thing! He's huge."

"I suck Kam's cock all the time!" Ky shot back.

Taylor snorted.

"No different than what I'm doing but then he pokes you in the fanny and pumps you full of cum. I bet you never swallowed a cock in your life, much less one this size!" Taylor felt the thrill of seeing Ky's eyes blaze.

"Move!" Ky snarled.

Taylor was startled but she got off her knees and stepped back. Ky dropped her backpack and got to her knees on Taylor's. She gripped Mr. Crowder's cock in both hands, looked up at him and smiled, not sweetly, it was her dill pickle smile.

"Don't get used to this, grandpa. I'm just showing the stupid cunt here how to suck a cock." She focused on his cock, kissed the end, and then opened her mouth and pushed her mouth onto it. The huge penis disappeared into Ky's mouth. Taylor watched in frank amazement as Ky's throat swelled, a ridge rose in her fine neck as the cock filled it. Ky didn't hesitate but pushed the entire cock down her throat in one quick and easy motion. She nuzzled against the man's body, his pubic hair puffed around her nose as she blew air into it with a loud exhalation.

Mr. Crowder groaned so loud, Taylor was sure it echoed.

Ky slowly pulled off the man's cock and rocked onto her heels. She stood up. She had that superior expression she wore when she'd just shown Taylor up at something.

"That, my dear, is how you suck a cock." Ky said sweetly. "That is what you are trying to achieve. Unless and until you can duplicate that with any cock, you are not even close to being a world class cocksucker." She grinned her witches' grin. "I am. I am a cocksucker and guys would line up around the block for me to suck their cock. I could charge a hundred dollars a go and that is just for the pleasure of one simple dip in the divine pool of Ky. Taylor, I've sucked more cock than you fucked this weekend. Deal with it. You suck at sucking cock and everyone knows it. I'm helping you. This is a chance to learn to suck cock this week." She gestured at Mr. Crowder's cock. "Make him come. That is your goal. Start small." Ky snickered. "You know what I mean. It'll be a goal you can achieve with most guys, the adults in our club can all come easily if you just kiss it. Mr. Crowder here, he's a an old pro and he needs special attention. He'll fuck you later, if you improve as a cock sucker." Ky smiled that carnivorous smile that made Taylor nervous.

Only one thing made Taylor more wary than having Ky angry with her and that was having her help. Ky was as helpful as a cactus and as willing as a shark was to aid your swimming lesson. Taylor hated it when Ky had something working and she couldn't figure it out. Still, she thought as she resumed her pose on her knees, she was working Ky, using her to double her pleasure even while Ky thought she was torturing Taylor. God, Taylor thought, she had to act more repulsed or Ky would figure it out and what would she do then?

She took hold of Mr. Crowder's cock with both hands like Ky had done and duplicated exactly what she did, pushing her head onto the cock. She concentrated on controlling the gag reflex and kept her teeth off of the flesh shaft in her mouth when she gagged. She did gag but she was prepared. Her mouth watered and saliva welled over her lips and ran down her chin. She gurgled with it. Mr. Crowder felt the action in his cock and groaned. She felt his response in his hands. His cock swelled and jerked.

Taylor's head backed off his cock and then she pushed onto it again, fighting the gag reflex intentionally, doing as she did with every other physical challenge, pushing herself to confront it and challenge it, making her body endure the discomfort. She had barely half of his cock in her mouth. She hesitated, holding it with both hands. She licked around in her mouth with her tongue, released the shaft with one hand and found his balls. They felt huge in her hand, she squeezed them a little and moved them around a little. The man grunted and his body shifted. She had to sway with him to keep his cock in place in her mouth.

The motion touched some tender part of her throat and she gagged hard. She pulled off his cock and coughed. For a few moments, she was wracked with it, coughing and hacking until the spasm passed. She looked up. Tears filled her eyes and she cursed herself. Through the glassy tears, she looked at Mr. Crowder. He stared down at her, waiting on her. She felt it, then, the profound power granted from having hold of a man's cock in that way. He wanted her to make him come. She wanted him to but she had no idea how to do that without choking.