I kept on sucking cocks after Susan left but the pace wasn't nearly as hectic. Guys didn't feel quite the same urge to get off again once they'd cum the first time, although most of them definitely still wanted seconds. If nothing else, these parties taught me that high-school-age teens and young men rarely had any trouble cumming two or three times a night if I gave them the opportunity.
Men could get pretty confident and casual about requesting blowjobs from a serial cocksucker like me. They certainly liked it, but there wasn't much more suspense or subtlety involved than in asking for another beer. Guys would decide they were ready and simply expect to be serviced right away while everyone else went on talking or watching TV. For me it was much like sucking cock at the park, giving everybody a turn and making sure they all had a good chance to enjoy themselves before cumming. My clit kept getting hard when I started sucking thanks to Susan's conditioning, so I was definitely enjoying myself, too. Pretty much everyone had cum in my mouth a second time after a few more hours.
John asked me if I was still having fun and I told him I was. Once my shock wore off I felt more comfortable participating and joined in talking about girls, teachers, even yesterday's assignments. Guys called me a nerd for having finished them early. It wasn't much different than talking at school, except that I was wearing lingerie and had to take breaks occasionally to suck cocks. I had relaxed to the point that I could actually talk with people, which was usually harder for me than simply giving head.
I got up to go to the bathroom again and looked in the mirror. God, my face was a real mess between all the cum and the smeared makeup. Had I really been sitting around talking with people looking like this? We had started early but it was already about 10:30. My parents had told me to be home by eleven, so I really needed to get ready to leave.
The living room was oddly quiet when I returned and I wondered if I had interrupted some sort of covert conversation. Ryan suddenly asked me "Dawn, do you think I could fuck you now?" Just like that. I wasn't particularly surprised, since I was used to being propositioned occasionally by Ryan and others down at the park in much the same way. But I wasn't offended. I knew guys just had this very powerful urge to fuck. It wasn't like it was personal or anything.
"Uh, no." I couldn't explain it, but I really wasn't ready for fucking yet in spite of everything else I'd consent to. It just seemed too submissive for me, even now. And Ryan had an awfully big cock.
"How about some throating, then?"
"What's that?"
"Ohhh...we'll show you." Three guys got up off the couch and quickly moved the coffee table away like this had been their plan all along. John laid out a large towel across the seat and down over the floor. "Lay upside down from how you normally sit, with your head hanging off over the edge here."
I visualized what they were saying. This was new to me and I was getting nervous again, but I arranged myself as they asked and waited to see what would happen.
It didn't take long to find out. Ryan knelt down in front of me and started stroking his cock to get hard.
"Not quite ready yet. Susan could sure help out if she was still here," he said to no one in particular.
"She fluffed you once already. What do you want?" said John. "But I know she'll regret missing this."
Ryan moved closer to me once he was harder, and all I could see was his big cock and balls right in front of my face. He leaned forward and rested his knees on the edge of the couch straddling my head, with the tip of his cock rubbing up against my lips. He pushed forward until he was tickling my tonsils. But he didn't stop there, and I couldn't move away from him in this position. He thrust ahead until I felt his balls resting on my nose and his cock was well down deep inside my throat.
I was used to deep throating at the park, of course, but this was different. Normally I could choose when to back off, giving me a chance to breathe and take a break if I needed to. I had gotten reasonably good at stifling my gag reflex and even let guys cum in my throat sometimes. But all I could do now was lay back while Ryan used me for his enjoyment and hope that it wouldn't be more than I could take.
We got off to a good start. Ryan started stroking in and out, not too fast or hard at first. All of those beers had relaxed me but also made me worried I might puke. I started gagging as Ryan sped up, so he pulled out to let me settle down and catch my breath. I coughed up a little sour stomach fluid that ran down my cheek and forehead. I saw two guys on the other side of the room jacking off while watching the show and I wondered what I'd gotten myself into.
Things went better when Ryan's cock pushed back into my throat again. He found a rhythm that he really liked, and every so often he would withdraw far enough that I had a chance to breathe. I just tried to stay relaxed until he came. Stroking my clit helped with that, and being drunk wasn't entirely a bad thing now that I wasn't gagging.
I worked at making my mouth and throat into a reasonable substitute for one of those tight little teen pussies guys were always bragging about fucking. Well, I could try. I caressed my lips around the root of Ryan's cock and hoped that would help him get off.
Ryan seemed to lose control at that point. He started fucking my throat harder and I just had to submit. It got rougher until I was afraid I would gag again, but he started moaning and then I felt his shaft pulse between my lips. He relaxed and I knew that he'd cum in my throat even if I hadn't felt it. He pulled his cock all the way out at last so I could finally catch my breath. It was really slimy, with strands of his cum and my juices dripping off and back down onto my face.
Both of us were exhausted and breathing hard. Ryan sat down next to me and I looked at up him from below. "That was awesome. Not many cocksuckers can handle that." I wondered how many he had persuaded to try.
"I liked it, too, once I finally relaxed. Sorry about all the gagging."
"You were great, Dawn," John interjected. "I'll loan you a jelly so you can practice." Jelly? "That's enough throating for one night, but there's lots of other horny guys here who aren't finished yet."
Another boy came over and knelt by the side of my face to jerk off. I was relieved to see that was all he wanted and I just watched him stroke. Soon there was an older guy jacking off on my opposite side, too. The boy came on my neck, check, and forehead, although his load wasn't that large because he'd already cum twice tonight. He rubbed his cock around in the cum, then spooned it into my mouth and made me swallow some of it. He moved away, and I was trying to scoop up a little more with my fingers when somebody else took his place. Then the older man came and we had more cum to play with.
This went on for some time. A few people had already left, and several older adults who had cum twice couldn't get it up again. But there were still plenty of guys who wanted to cum on my face. I really don't know how many, but it took a while and my face was entirely glazed once they had finished.
Eventually it was over. I had kept up my stroking during the cum bath and was still hard. I looked up at my little clit and balls, which were elevated over my head in my upside-down position on the couch. Ryan saw I was hard and started teasing me. "Go ahead, Dawn. We're all done, so you can cum now if you want to. Even sissies get to have some fun occasionally once they've satisfied everyone else."
That was just too much for me and I came almost immediately. There were more rude comments and laughter as I aimed at my mouth. But cumming that way for an audience was actually pretty exciting, even if everyone else seemed to act as if I should feel ashamed. No one had ever asked me to cum for them at the park. I had been saving up, too, in the silly belief I might get lucky with Susan. So it was one of my larger loads. I tried not to waste any and nearly all of it ended up in my mouth and on my face.
Then I was suddenly self-conscious. Here I was, wearing lingerie and covered in semen, in front of a bunch of guys who had been using me as a penis hole and cum dump all evening long. I turned right side up and tried to compose myself, but I realized that no one was really paying much attention. People were drifting away, getting ready to leave or back to whatever it was they'd been doing earlier.
"I'd better go. I was supposed to be home by now."
"Sure thing, Dawn. Hope you enjoyed yourself. Come on back whenever you can."
"Um, sure. Where are my clothes?"
"Over in the corner." I got out of the lingerie, and the wig had already fallen off earlier while I was upside down. I put on my jeans but was in such a hurry that I pulled my t-shirt over my head without thinking and got cum all over. I went to the bathroom and tried cleaning up at least some of it with tissues, but there was just too much. The eye makeup was also a real mess and even harder to remove.
John handed me this long, red, flexible rubber cock with heads at both ends as I was leaving. I guessed this must be the "jelly." "Practicing will help with the gagging," he said, almost as if it was homework.
"Thanks." I headed out the door holding the dildo and Susan's lingerie in my hands. There was no way I could fit all of this stuff in my pockets.
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