Date: Wed, 21 Dec 2022 16:00:42 +0000 (UTC) From: Lacey Femme Subject: When Susan Met Dawn -- Chapter 6 I retired to the bathroom for a minute to finish catching my breath, and freshened up a bit with a hair brush and some lipstick that someone had thoughtfully provided. Then I declined an invitation to spend some time in the bedroom with a boy I found waiting for me in the hall. I imagined that he probably wanted to fuck me (in the ass, I mean), but I really wasn't ready yet in spite of all my other inclinations. And there were still so many other nice, big, irresistible cocks waiting for me back in the living room... I knelt down in the middle of the floor and several of the guys who hadn't cum yet gathered around me. That included most of the adults and I started with them. Susan was there to keep stroking my clit and tease me about being such a little faggot, but I won't belabor the details any further since I already described a similar scene at my first party. I just kept on sucking one big hard cock right after another, not really seeing who I was servicing or knowing who they were. I was simply too hot and excited to even care, not least of all because of Susan's encouragement. You might want to remember this was still only my second high school party ever, and I honestly didn't understand yet that this type of behavior wasn't exactly normal. My only point of reference was all of the time I'd spent sucking cocks in the back stall of the restroom at the local park. I'd heard rumors about kids having sex at parties, and for all I knew that also included crossdressing and circle sucks. Everyone else was acting like this was perfectly normal, so I didn't worry too much about being a slut. I did ask Susan about it eventually. She said that it wasn't that uncommon for a girl to have a few too many drinks and get loose enough to suck or even fuck some number of boys semi-privately back in a bedroom somewhere. But the question made her pause. She said girls sometimes felt some regret afterwards and wished they hadn't done it. But just having a bunch of guys get together to have a sissy cocksucker drain their balls all evening long was different and not exactly what you'd call a regular party. She wasn't judging me, just letting me know I was someone pretty special. I already knew that by then. "I really like how your mauve eye shadow complements the bustier, Dawn," she remarked during one short pause between blowjobs. "Your mom has great taste. Tell her that the crotchless panties are very convenient and she should get a few more pairs the next time she goes shopping for you." "Her mom buys her this shit?" somebody asked. "Yes, and even helps her with makeup and dressing. Dawn's already sucking daddy's cock, too." "Well, maybe we should invite him next time." Laughter. I don't believe it was a serious suggestion. John spoke up. "I actually talked with her mom last week, and she's fine with um, Dawn being Dawn. She even thanked me for giving her a safe place to play. And she's glad we have fair number of grown men involved. Said that the adult supervision should help keep things under control." More laughter. Susan noticed I was blushing again,. "Oh, Dawn, is all this talk about mommy and daddy embarrassing you? I guess you'll just have to get used to it. But your clitty doesn't seem to mind!" She was right--I was both humiliated and incredibly aroused again all at the same time. I'd wondered how much gossip went on about me after the last party, and now I knew. Now they were all gossiping right in front of my face as if I wasn't even there, in fact. Susan had questioned me earlier about respecting her privacy, but it obviously didn't work both ways. It was naïve to think that anyone would feel the need for discretion now. I'd simply have to accept that the whole school knew I was a sissy crossdresser with my parents' approval and active involvement. It was another form of exposure, just as much as dressing up and sucking cock in front of an audience was. I could only hope that people wouldn't shame me about it too openly in public. Well, everyone had really been pretty kind about all my cocksucking at the park so far, and maybe this would be similar. But all I could do right now was to keep on giving head. That was all I really wanted to do, anyway. It was over way too quickly by the time that everyone had their chance to cum in my mouth, and we took a short break to help the guys recover some of their enthusiasm. Susan had to go, and she gave me another big hug and praised me for being such a good little sissy. Things were more casual once again after she'd left. We sat around talking and drinking more beer, just relaxing until someone felt the need for another blowjob. That usually didn't take too long, so I was still sucking lots of cocks. I was enjoying myself and, as I said, still thinking this might be a fairly typical party. I was sucking one of the older men towards the end of the night and couldn't make him cum. He was hard enough and having fun but still couldn't quite get there. "You're doing great, but I've cum twice now and won't get off again from more sucking. Lay back on the couch so I can jerk off on your face." I honestly hadn't heard that one before, since I usually sucked off horny guys at the park who'd leave after cumming just once. I didn't know yet that many men, especially older men, might need to jack off if they wanted to cum one more time. But taking facials at the last party hadn't bothered me. I'd actually enjoyed all the guys jacking off all over my face, smearing their loads around with their cocks, and making me eat as much of the cum as possible. And now I knew why they saved this part until the end of the evening. And I understood why this meant something more than simply masturbating. I realized how awesome it must be to have a sissy slut or girlfriend willing to take your facials just because you asked. It was as much a way for them to show you how much they craved your cum as letting you ejaculate inside them. And my clit started getting hard again just thinking about it, knowing this was yet another way I could submit to horny guys looking for a convenient place to cum. I lay down on the couch with my head on the armrest, and the man I'd just been sucking came over and started stroking his cock. A new group quickly formed around me, with everyone jerking off and vying to get their cocks up into my face. I saw access would be better if I shifted over to the corner of the armrest and three guys surrounded me from the top and both sides. All three were getting harder as they jacked off just inches away from me. My clit was getting stiffer as I played with myself, too. The man on my left came first, shooting off all over my cheek and forehead. I turned to face him and sucked out the last few spurts of cum from his cock. He pulled away quickly as another guy took his place, who was ready to cum right away and shot his load in my mouth almost immediately. I suddenly felt more cum on my right temple and somebody rubbing it around in my hair with the head of his cock. There was a pause after the seventh or eighth facial and I realized that the group was finally done using me for the night. But someone suggested I should jack off, so I put on a little show until I came in my hand and licked it all up in front of everybody. It was a fitting encore after a very busy evening, and I didn't feel so embarrassed or exposed after cumming like I had the first time. I just sat back up and smiled for everyone while they all got a good look at what they'd done with to me. "You're a real crowd pleaser, Dawn. Go take a look at yourself." I went back to the bathroom again and looked in the mirror. Cum was splattered all over, with the separate loads running together now and covering most of my face. Well, at least everyone had been aiming above the neck, so my bustier and the rest of my outfit was nearly cum-free in comparison. I decided not to even try cleaning it up, which would have used several more of John's towels. I was comfortable enough looking like this, anyway, since it was more visible proof of just how much of a cum slut I really was. How I felt about receiving facials was a good fit to how guys felt dispensing them. I got back into my outerwear and said goodbye to John and the others. The atmosphere was settling back down and nobody teased me, or even commented that I getting ready to leave while still wearing everyone's cum. Most of the rest of the group was heading out, too. A man offered me a ride, but I turned him down since I didn't know him. I started preparing for another talk with my folks. *** I did feel pretty exposed and self-conscious walking home like that, but it was also pretty exciting. I don't believe anyone actually saw me at that hour, and after a few blocks I got used to it and started thinking about other things. I was home in about 15 minutes, maybe a little longer than after the first party on account of taking smaller steps in the high heels. The lights were still on, but at least I wasn't quite so late or drunk as I'd been before. "Hi, Don. How was the party?" Mom was just entering the living room in her nightgown as I came in through the front door. She seemed more relaxed and not so much the Concerned Parent as last time, but she still wanted to talk. I took off my pants and coat to get comfortable and sat down facing her. "It was good." The standard answer kids always give when we're asked how something went. "Looks like the lingerie was a hit. That's quite some facial you're wearing. I bet you made lots of horny men very happy tonight." "Teens and men both, mom. Maybe around a dozen or fifteen guys total, just like last time. Then there was me and the friend I went with." "Well, I hope you enjoyed it at least as much as they did. I guess so, since you don't seem to mind coming home looking this way. Are they fucking you yet?" Mom asked as if it was inevitable. "I think one kid wanted to, but no, I didn't let him. They're using my throat instead." "Your throat?" She hadn't expected that. "Yeah, I lay upside down on the couch so guys can fuck it like a pussy. I did five guys that way tonight before I started gagging and we had to stop. John—he's the host—thinks it's a good start." "You can do that? And you enjoy it??" "Yeah, especially with my friend teasing me and playing with my clit. I feel like such a penis hole." "Um, I'm sure you do. Let's not mention this part to dad yet if you don't mind." I finally realized we were actually sharing his attention now, and she was worried about giving me this special advantage. I think I'd stumped mom, and we were quiet for a moment. I head the toilet flush and water running in my parent's bathroom, so I guessed that dad was still up. Mom continued after a minute. "I imagine you'll want to attend more parties like these?" "As often as you'll let me, mom. You already know how much I love cocks. I love how they look, taste, and feel, how they get so big and hard in my mouth and reward me with loads of cum if I service them properly. And I feel so much more desirable and successful attracting and satisfying men that way than I ever could with in bed with girls. There's just no denying it." "I've known that for years, but now I've discovered it's even better when I'm sissified. Especially sucking off whole groups of guys while everyone watches. I can't explain it, but I like the feeling and know it's my next step." It wasn't awkward talking to mom this way, and she didn't seem embarrassed or judgmental. This type of conversation was just as "normal" for me now as playing with men at parties. "It's OK, son. We talked last time about how this is just what you're meant to be. It's pretty obvious now that you're a sissy cocksucker, and there's no reason to fight it. You know it's not just phase If you've been sucking off older men for years in public restrooms. After that, it's only natural to start dressing up in lingerie to suck cock at parties and call your penis a clit. Just go ahead and accept who you are--no one's forcing you and you're obviously having lots of fun. Do you have a girl's name yet?" "Dawn." "Dawn...that's perfect. Such a small change, but such a big difference. How'd we miss it for so long?" "Don't be conflicted. You're just finding yourself now and growing up. It's not like men are brainwashing you, grooming and seducing you in some deceitful way to trick you into sucking cock and confuse you about it. You're simply made this way, and nothing they could do could work so well or so quickly if you weren't such a sissy to begin with. That goes for your father and me, too. You're not this gay just because of how we've raised you or somehow corrupted you at an early age." That last comment reminded me of how I'd found dad's porn collection at age thirteen, with all those hot stories about adult men mentoring teen and tween boys. That's why I started exploring restrooms in the first place. I tried leading the conversation in that direction without directly contradicting mom. "I don't worry too much anymore about being so different from everyone else. But I worried a lot about what you and dad might think once you found out. Especially that I don't have a boyfriend and just suck cock with no questions asked for lots of different guys, even strangers. Even men two or three times my age. I saw the glances between you and dad about that earlier. Isn't it pretty pervy when men use innocent sissy boys like me for their orgies this way?" I was trying to play a little dumb. "Well, everyone pretends it's perverted, but men honestly still mess around with teens just about whenever they can. Boys and even girls, too. Your dad and I are fine with it. Especially dad." "Kids must experience puberty and go nuts about sex at the age they do for a reason. They're physically ready to start sucking and fucking at that point, whether or not society thinks they're emotionally mature. So, you can either let them fumble around on their own and accept the consequences, or try to provide them with a little, um, training and guidance. We don't let young teens learn to drive cars and shoot guns completely on their own, and sex is a lot more complicated and important. "Do you ever think about how your father is 12 years older than me, and that we had you as soon as I turned 18? He was just one of the grown men I was already `dating' in junior high. Fucking was just better for me with older guys. I enjoyed it more and learned so much from them, since boys my age were just clumsy in comparison and came so quickly. And men prefer teen girls because...well, because we're younger and prettier, ready to give head, and likely to fuck on the first date. We're cock crazy." "I'm a woman, but I was horny as hell at your age and don't see why there would be any less sexual attraction in both directions between men and sissy boys like you." "Fuck, I don't need to guess, I know it's true from how dad kept messing around with young stuff after we were married and I got just a few years older. He wasn't joking about getting sucked off by all your babysitters, especially the boys. He didn't have to mislead or coerce any of them. They were just going through puberty and curious, often geeky and shy like you. He knows how to entice them, believe me." "At first I was angry and felt rejected, but I got used to it. Horniness is just an ... another important appetite for guys like your dad. They seem to think that young teens basically exist just for cock worship. I let him satisfy his urges, especially after I realized no romance was involved and he still loved us. He wasn't going to leave us for some fourteen-year-old, certainly not a fourteen-year-old boy." Well, the conversation had certainly moved the way I'd hoped it would. I was shocked, but mom apparently needed to share all this with me just like I'd confessed my feelings earlier. "I guess you must know about his porn collection, then." "Know about it? I'm the reason he has it. He was getting careless, even hitting on preteens, and I was worried he'd get caught. I bought him porn so we could fantasize together. We read the stories as foreplay and then pretend I was still fourteen while he fucked me or I sucked his cock. I'd even dress up as a boy sometimes." Mom dressed up as a boy for dad, but men wanted me wearing lingerie? Strange. "Another thing we did to be careful was get you two babysitters on date nights." "Two babysitters?" "Yes, two. One to actually babysit, and one to 'date' your dad and suck his cock while I had dinner with friends. Sometimes your dad would even get a twofer." "A few boy babysitters told your dad they were already getting blowjobs from their younger siblings, and then we'd set up `playdates' for the two of you so they could start getting familiar with adult cock. You never noticed, since you'd just be watching TV for another fifteen minutes while they got to spend some special time with dad. Everyone ended up happy. And the parents never guessed, unless of course the kid was already sucking off dad at home." That was really clever. The kids had perfect alibis, and I imagine the babysitters got fairly generous tips. "But I could never entirely break him from cruising restrooms looking for boys your age. It was just too much a thrill. He knows your friend 'John' from past experiences and recognized his voice when we talked on the phone earlier. Your dad thinks he's a decent guy, which is one reason we're OK with you going out to his parties. Your dad doesn't believe "John" recognized him, but expects he'd show us some discretion even if he did." "Thanks, mom, I had no idea. I can't imagine many parents being as open as this with their kids." "Um, probably not. If I'm being truthful, I need to add that dad's wanted you to suck his cock for years now. And it's gone from a fantasy to reality so quickly, just as soon as he finally asked. Sorry I pretended to be so scandalized last time, but I wasn't sure you were ready. But you certainly were. And all we had to do was leave his man/boy porn laying around in various drawers where you could find it, be patient, and then let nature take its course." "It's worked. He's so pleased now when tells me what a good little cocksucker you're becoming. And me, I just love having a teen daughter to dress up and pamper." "I could never do it without you, mom." "Just be yourself, Dawn. We're both so proud and happy for you." Mom was finally done confessing and we got up to go to bed. We said goodnight, but we couldn't exactly hug with my face still covered in so much cum from the party. I went to the bathroom to clean up, and thought about mom and dad intentionally exposing me to gay porn so soon after puberty. John and Susan weren't the only ones leaving out hooks to see if I'd bite. My parents were, too. And now mom was telling me it was all my fault because I enjoyed the taste of the bait so much. Was that really true? Was I finding my true self, or was it all just entrapment? Well, imagine my dad had left stamp albums laying all over, that I'd gone out to all sorts of stamp-collecting meetings with John and his friends, and Susan had kept on telling me what a good little stamp-licker I was. Would I become an avid stamp collector for life after all of that? I don't think so. Maybe being such a sissy cocksucker really was my own decision, after all. All that cum was mostly dry by this point. I had to pity all those poor little swimmers trying so hard to fertilize my face. It was futile, of course, but they were still planting another type of seed. Having cum all over your face isn't a "facial" in any cosmetic sense, but it surely changes how people look at you. And it transforms your own self-image. The effects on me would likely be permanent after just a few more treatments like this. "Dawn, time for bed." Dad sounded impatient, and mom must have already told him my new name. I wiped the cum off my face with a washcloth and removed the eye makeup with some of those little pads mom had taught me how to use. I went back to my bedroom, took off the lingerie outfit that I'd worn to the party, and changed into the little pink panties and baby doll nightie I always slept in now. I thought about how much I'd enjoyed the party as I turned out the light and got into bed. I thought about dressing up, and about sucking and throating so many hard cocks and taking so many facials. And I thought about being with Susan, about having someone to talk with and touch (or at least stroke) me the way that she did. Yes, it really was all just what I needed. My folks were still laughing and talking. Then I heard their door open and my father's footsteps approaching down the hall, until he finally entered my room and I could sense him standing directly over me. I opened my eyes, and his big, beautiful cock was right there in my face demanding attention. I began my nightly feeding, gratefully nursing on him with another one of those warm, wet, open-mouthed goodnight kisses that felt so natural to both of us now. His cock smelled and tasted as if he'd just washed. Why would that be? There was also just a hint of a new flavor I didn't recognize. I would think back later in the year and realize it was pussy. [To be continued. Send comments to laceyfemme@yahoo.com, and please consider making a donation to Nifty at https://donate.nifty.org/ .]