Spilled Milk

Eighteen year old Selene was a brilliant, rational, and levelheaded student with a bright future ahead of her. All her life she had relied on logic and reason to find her way, and they had never let her down. But she had a problem.

It was the beginning of her senior year, almost time for college applications.  And hers were going to be perfect.  She had straight As in every class, glowing references from several teachers, and a mountain of extracurricular achievements. She was going to go to a fantastic college, get a fantastic job, find a fantastic husband, and live happily ever after. She’d devoted years of her life to that goal, and it was drawing closer to reality with every passing day.

But she still had a problem.  And that problem was Kyle.

Kyle and his friends were the closest thing Rocktram High School had to a gang.  Most of the students were upper middle class kids who never did anything worse than play hooky or drink beer, but not Kyle’s group. They smoked in the bathroom, bullied students, harassed teachers.  Not a soul in the school didn't know about them.  And no one did anything against them, either.  Kyle’s father was the principal and a very well-connected man, and the last teacher who'd tried to have his son suspended had found herself without a job instead.

All this was Selene’s problem, because that mountain of extracurricular activities included being student council president.  Kyle and his misdeeds were an ever present black mark on her otherwise perfect record. Most people would have just left it at that. But Selene was a perfectionist.  If something was worth doing, it was worth doing right.

And that's why on one late October afternoon, she confronted Kyle and his friends in the bathroom.  All three were openly smoking, not even trying to hide their activity. Drawing herself up to her full height of five feet and six inches, the erudite blonde demanded that they put their cigarettes out at once. When her response was met with laughter and derogatory comments about her comely figure, she resolved to take action by snatching the cigarette right out of Kyle’s mouth, tossing into the toilet, and demanding that he come with her to the principal’s office post haste.

Selene was, in some ways, a remarkably stupid girl.

Five minutes later her glasses were smashed, her blouse torn, her face bruised, and the honor student was on her knees, reevaluating her priorities while one of her assailants recorded her with her own phone. Her keen intellect told her that there were two ways this could play out. She could spread her lips and suck Kyle’s cock on camera, doing her best to overcome her complete lack of experience and keep any of her teeth from making contact, until the boy with her blood dotting his knuckles was ready to shoot his load into her virgin mouth. Or she could continue to resist, and find herself permanently injured and still captive to their desires.

Selene parted her lips and got to work.

The next few minutes involved a great deal of gagging and coughing as Kyle opted for the tightness of a virgin throat over the ministrations of an untrained mouth and tongue. When the miserable experience was over, his semen was warm and heavy in her stomach, her throat was hoarse, and the bedraggled blonde was sobbing after enduring the most painful and degrading ordeal of her life. At this point, she became the recipient of both good and bad news. The good news was that Kyle’s friends Greg and Ricky had no desire to violently throatfuck her the way their leader had. The bad news was that they were instead eager to help her gain plenty of practical experience when it came to licking, kissing, sucking, and otherwise slobbering all over a man’s cock.

Selene evaluated her options. And then she whimpered and opened her mouth again.

The honor student had high hopes that once she had successfully enticed all three boys to orgasm, they would be content and leave her alone. As it turned out, she had deeply underestimated both their sex drives and their sadism. She was still coughing helplessly over the third sticky load of sperm clogging her throat when Kyle grabbed a fistful of her tangled hair and tugged on it like a leash, forcing the beautiful girl to crawl across the floor on hands and knees until they’d reached one of the toilets. Here, she was ordered to stick her head deep into the bowl and spread her cheeks with her hands in order to help Kyle, as the boy himself adroitly put it, decide which fuckhole he wanted to stuff first.

Faced with this new horror, Selene opted to attempt diplomacy once again. She offered her services as a newly minted cocksucker, promising that she would be only too happy to demonstrate everything she’d learned from her recent lessons. She assured Kyle, Greg, Ricky, and the many people who would later watch her recorded ordeal that she was now an eager and willing student of the ancient art of dick swallowing, and would gulp down his cream with a smile.

To his credit, Kyle did consider her generous offer, and found it quite compelling, but the boy followed it up with a counter offer of his own: why not ream her asshole out so hard and rough that she would never defecate properly again, flood her guts with his hot seed, and then see how well she could suck his cock?

Poor Selene struggled mightily to come up with a rebuttal that would satisfy them, but she was already tired and dizzy and in more pain than she’d ever imagined, and in the end her great intellect failed her. Why not indeed?

One furious buttfucking later, cum and blood dribbled from the sobbing honor student’s formerly tight asshole while she reluctantly licked the taste of her own bowels off of the boy who’d torn her open. Kyle was happy to sit on the toilet seat, her head cradled between his spread legs, and use the occasional sharp slap across the cheek to let Selene know when her performance was lacking or she’d stopped smiling for the camera. She was in such bad spirits at this juncture that when one of the other boys decided to take the opportunity to try out her virgin cunt, her immediate reaction was genuine gratitude that they were leaving her sore asshole alone.

It took several hours for the boys to truly be sated. During that time, all three of them tried out all of her holes multiple times. Ricky eventually opined that her bleeding backdoor was her tightest and most satisfying fuckhole, while Greg held the view that filling her cunt with creampies had a certain primal appeal that couldn’t be topped, and Kyle remained convinced that there was no better way to cum than straight down her throat. This difference of opinion meant that all three boys could enjoy their favorite orifices at the same time, which they did. And did. And did.

In the end, their encounter in the bathroom ended not from lack of stamina, but simple time constraints; the boys had no desire to be discovered by the night janitor on his rounds. But before they departed, they needed to take a page from Selene’s book and consider their plans for the future. So all four them put their heads together and worked out an arrangement that would be to everyone’s benefit.  According to this verbal contract, the boys would receive the following:

• Access to Selene’s pussy at all times, day or night.
• Access to Selene’s mouth at all times, day or night.
• Access to Selene’s asshole at all times, day or night.
• Access to Selene’s tits at all times, day or night.
• Unlimited use of Selene as a toilet.
• Unlimited use of Selene as an ashtray.
• Unlimited use of Selene as a garbage disposal.
• Unlimited use of Selene as a stress ball.
• Unlimited use of Selene as a sweat rag.
• Selene would meet them every morning before school for sexual favors.
• Selene would meet them every day during the lunch period for sexual favors.
• Selene would meet them every afternoon after school for sexual favors.
• Selene would meet them every weekend for sexual favors.
• Selene would begin every morning by recording and sending a thirty minute or longer video of vigorous vaginal masturbation without climax.
• Selene would end every night by recording and sending a thirty minute or longer video of vigorous anal masturbation with climax.
• Selene would do and say whatever requested while being filmed in at least three amateur porn videos every week, all of which would bear her real name, address, and number.

In exchange for all of this, Selene would receive the following:

• She would get to leave the bathroom alive.

All parties agreed that this was a very good and fair deal, and that a celebration was in order.  The boys watched while Selene dialed her mother to ask if she could spend the night at a friend’s house, assuring her that she would be home bright and early in the morning to make up for not studying.  Her mother, delighted that Selene was finally showing an interest in something other than school, insisted that she stay out as long as she liked, even if she was gone the whole weekend. The cum soaked blonde reluctantly agreed.

Selene’s college prospects took a dramatic turn that year. In addition to her extracurricular activities dwindling down to nothing - official activities that is; her fucktoy schedule kept her extremely busy - her grades dropped from straight As to nearly failing marks in every subject. Her friends and family were initially supportive and inquisitive about her sudden changes, but their attitudes quickly soured after Kyle began releasing the many videos the boys had filmed with her, each one carefully edited to appear consensual. Selene never actually succeeded in graduating high school, after being expelled for an incident in the spring where she broke down in tears and publicly offered her political science teacher “the best throatfuck of [his] life” if he would consider changing her failing midterm grade.

And so, Selene did not go to a fantastic job, or get a fantastic job, or find a fantastic husband, and she certainly did not live happily ever after. Kyle was accepted to an ivy league school and offered to hire her to come and live with him at his new apartment; officially, as a live-in housekeeper; unofficially, as a live-in cumsock. Bereft of any other employment prospects, homeless after having been kicked out of her home by her parents the day she was expelled, and cognizant of the fact that at this point Kyle was the closest thing she had left to a friend, she agreed. She spent the next few years genuinely devoted to being a good fucktoy for him, his new college friends, and every member of the fraternity that he later joined.

Even after college, Kyle made sure Selene never left his side. They didn’t get married, of course; a young man with such a promising future couldn’t attach himself to someone with her reputation, But wherever he went and whomever he dated, she was always close by. Romantic partners would quickly become familiar with the naked blonde kneeling silently in one corner of the bedroom, approaching only at the end to slavishly lick his cock clean. Some, including his eventual wife, even learned to enjoy having her apply the same post-coital cleaning to their pussies.

The truth is that Kyle had fallen in love with Selene. Not Selene the person, whom he knew little about and cared nothing for, but Selene the toy, and he had realized that he couldn’t imagine a life without her. A life where her throat was no longer the receptacle for every last drop of piss his bladder produced? A life where he couldn’t pass the time on a quiet day by having her tirelessly ride his cock? A life where he couldn’t beat her tits with a riding crop whenever he was in a bad mood and wanted to blow off some steam? As far as he was concerned, that didn’t sound like a life worth living.

As for Selene, sometimes the blonde found herself wondering how her own life had gone so terribly wrong. These moments most often occurred late at night, which Selene would spend kneeling between Kyle’s legs with his cock cradled between her lips, gently sucking on him until it was time for the traditional wake-up throatfuck. During these long boring stretches, she would be haunted by the notion that perhaps things could have been different. That her life wasn’t always destined to end up this way.

Then she would remind herself that dumb fucktoys shouldn’t bother thinking about heady concepts like that, and get back to sucking.