Date: Mon, 15 May 2006 07:57:35 -0700 (PDT) From: Victoria Subject: Daddy's Blowjob 3/A Fateful Day Daddy was a tranny...and whether he intended it or not like so many things in life I watched and learned from him. This is my true story. It had been a few months since my big strong ironworker Daddy had admitted to me his secret life as a cross dresser, and introduced me to Jane, his alter ego. The visits from Jane were sporadic, although I was always on the lookout for telltale signs.... a glimpse of pink panties peeking out from under the waistline of his pants, or realizing Daddy was wearing a brassiere while helping me with my homework. The talks about sex and protecting myself occurred every few weeks or so, and I sometimes used those opportunities to ask Daddy about dressing up. Yes, he wore more than lingerie - he had dresses and heels, makeup and a few wigs. And he admitted he shaved his legs to feel a little extra "girly" when he wore stockings. Hmmm, I wonder what those feel like? I made sure I investigated the panty wardrobe the other girls in the house owned. Mommy's panties were rather boring - all white, and with a good deal of cotton, which frankly did nothing for me when I rubbed them up against my little equipment. My sister Suzy though had more interesting tastes. She was 2 years younger and I found her panties to be all silky - nylon or satin - and some had ruffles or little floral accents. I was like Goldilocks....Daddy Jane's panties were ever so big but very pretty; Mommy's were smaller yet boring....Suzy's panties were... just right! They fit me so tightly and gave me an incredible rush whenever I wore them, which was pretty often. I tried to stay away from them, telling myself that boy's don't wear panties...I even prayed at church for the strength to resist the temptation of encasing my little cock and balls in the ecstasy of silk. But it was no use...I was hooked. A few panties I simply could no longer share with their real owners, and I decided to keep them for myself. I found a small gym bag and kept my absolute favorites where I could get at them whenever the need overtook me. There were a pair of the sheerest pale gold panties I stole from Jane....they were the silkiest ones I had ever seen, and after I had filled them with an incredible load of boycum I figured getting rid of that copious stain was impossible...they were mine now! I didn't really want any of Mommy's boring panties....but poor Suzy must have thought either she was going crazy or our clothes dryer was a panty eating machine as she lost 2 of her frilliest silkiest pairs....her lime green silk panties with yellow daisies framed my hard cock so sweetly, they were tight and pushed my little balls flat to my body, and when I turned to examine how I looked in the mirror they had a seam up the back that even at my young age filled me with excitement at the way they clung to my smooth round cheeks, and then there were the hot pink ones....every sissyboy should have a pair of hot pink panties - don't you think? They were so pretty and felt incredible on me. This was the first of many stashes I would make during my young life of sexy girly things. The thrill of putting them on - of being in panties - was so arousing to me....watching and feeling the panties slide up my smooth legs and then snugly into place always made me shiver and made my cock jump. I discovered baby powder - how nice it smelled and how smooth it made my skin feel - and I began using it liberally after a shower and before pantying myself or jacking off. Since Jane had sucked my young cock a few times and swallowed my jiz I began to wonder what it tasted like, and one day after a nice cum I licked some of my hot load from my fingers. I found the taste to be not unpleasant, and from then on usually tasted at least a bit every time I came. If I accidentally came in a pair of my secret panties I would remove them and sometimes clean them with my mouth, leaving the soiled panties laying over my face and sucking off the slimy goo from underneath. My occasional visits to my father's bedroom...I had become very efficient at searching drawers and closets without detection....yielded several new surprises...nudist magazines! They were hidden in a big manila envelope that said "Dick's Welding Shop". The black and white magazines were intended to promote the healthful aspects of the nudist lifestyle...pictures of men and women playing volleyball nude, casually chatting...it was wild! I must admit that I was more interested in the pictures of the naked men rather than the naked women...even at that young age, noting the sizes and shapes of their cocks and their firm round asses and their muscles. It was around this time that my family had to sell our home to accommodate a new junior college to be built on our property, those of my neighbors, and the huge sod farm right behind us. It was a very exciting time and my parents bought us a lovely older home about an hour way from us, in the far west suburbs of Chicago. We had several months to move, and Daddy and I began the process of moving our belongings out to the new house every weekend. It usually involved just the two of us staying overnight there to unpack and it was during those times that Jane felt safe and bold enough to dress fully before me, and spend her evenings with me watching TV en femme. Jane was and is a tall girl - 6'4" and did her best to be feminine and pretty - and I encouraged her. I would sometimes dress in a way that accentuated my young body and tease her - I know it was wicked! Sometimes I would get a lipsticked kiss on the cheek or the lips, an occasional grope and every now and then a blowjob. I would wear my tight white BVDs around her, or sometimes nothing at all, and I must have been driving her crazy! I know she felt guilty after sucking me off and then there would be a dry spell and Jane would hide from me. One late Saturday afternoon, after unpacking, Daddy stripped down to his white nylon boxers (the only kind of male undies he wore) and decided to nap on the newly moved couch in the new living room. I was instructed to wake him in 2 hours. And knew if I didn't do so there would be hell to pay. Daddy was not above taking me over his knee when angry. I explored our new house and property for 2 hours and went in to wake him. It was hot, and I was in a pair of skimpy shorts. Daddy was on his side, snoring lightly and facing the back of the couch, his long body filling the couch. I nudged him a few times. "Daddy, it's time to wake up - it's 6:00...c'mon..." A grunt was all I got. "C'mon Daddy it's been over 2 hours..." Try as I might he just wasn't waking. This went on for a good half an hour. I would get as grunt or a mumble but that was it. I decided to kneel and then sit down beside him on the carpet since this was going to take a while. I was positioned near his butt, and kept nudging him every few minutes, annoyed at his reluctance to wake and that this was somehow going to be all my fault that he overslept. I nudged him yet again, and he rolled completely over so that the front of his body was facing me. His body was smooth and hairless, and well muscled. I gasped when I saw that he had a hard on, and it was sticking out of the fly of his boxers and was right by my face. Daddy was uncircumcised and the skin was pulled back a bit and the tip of his cock revealed a small drop of precum. I sat there for a few minutes staring at the monster - it had to be 10 inches long, and seemed to be growing before me. Daddy was still sleeping and snoring a bit. It fascinated me. It was so big, so juicy looking. I wrestled with my emotions and then slowly leaned closer to smell it. It smelled hot and sticky. I wanted it! Sticking out my tongue I touched the gob of sticky precum at the tip and shuddered. I licked it clean and wanted more. I was shaky I was so turned on, and my own cock was hard as a rock. I watched Daddy's face for a reaction - there was none. I scooted closer and licked the hot head - it was a different taste...not unpleasant...I loved the way his skin tasted. I found I could move his foreskin back and forth with my mouth. I didn't have a foreskin, so this was really exciting to me. My eager mouth encircled the entire head and began to suck. I moved my mouth down over the foreskin and found I had taken about 3 inches of the shaft into my mouth. It felt so hot, so dirty to be doing this...he stirred in his sleep, several inches of his throbbing cock down my throat. Whew, that was close! He was still sleeping! I figured I'd take a few more sucks from the cock that created me before I got caught. Oh, it was so good...it felt so natural, so right in my mouth! "Take more of it" I shot a glance up at Daddy, who was obviously awake now! "I can't, it's too big!" I looked directly into his eyes, and he did the same to me. I felt my Daddy's big hand reach over and hold the back of my head, caressing my hair. "You have to learn!" And with that Daddy took control and forced another couple inches of cock into his son's throat. I accepted my submissive position and let him take over and fuck my face. It felt wonderful! He told me to relax my throat muscles and breathe through my nose, and I found I could take more and more of it down my throat. Daddy said I had to learn, so I tried my best. I was rewarded with the thrill of his cock pulsing in my mouth, and filling me with his hot cum. There was so much I felt a little dribble out of my mouth as I gulped down what I could. I swear I saw stars when he shot in my mouth, and my own cock spurted into my shorts. He wiped his dribbling cum off my cheeks and fed me his sticky fingers, which I licked clean. "That's right...always swallow every drop of a man's cum, Donny. Don't waste any! You're a natural cocksucker I think!" I smiled and softly nursed on his softening cock and he let me just suck on it for a while - a good 15 or 20 minutes nursing on it. I could feel it getting hard again but he pulled me off it, and told me to clean up as we had some work to do. Not another word was said that day about the whole incident. I was a cocksucker now, and it had been by my own choice. Nothing would ever be the same for me.