Date: Thu, 1 Jun 2006 15:47:32 -0700 (PDT)
From: Victoria <missvictoria6969@yahoo.com>
Subject: Daddy's Blowjob/Daddy's Blowjob 10: The final Chapter/TG - Teen

After the humiliating spanking I had received on the lap of my transvestite
father Jane while dressed as a sissy I was one confused boy/girl.  To atone
for my sins I had pleasured Jane by giving her the most incredible blowjob.
I know she enjoyed it. Judging by the amount of sperm she pumped down my
young throat, and I had enjoyed showing Jane what I had learned.

But there was something else to deal with...she seemed disappointed that I
was not at all interested in girls (other than their clothes) and that I
had been going down the path of a sissy who enjoyed pleasing men.

A strange reaction I thought, from the person who introduced me to this
lifestyle.

In the next year I didn't see much of Jane.  She hid from me, and I saw
more of my father in an outwardly male role.  He seemed to be watching me,
and testing me.  I got the impression that he was ashamed that in his mind
he had turned me into a fag.  The feelings I had were very conflicting, as
you can imagine.

I still dressed up in private, and got together with Rich now and then to
satisfy my occasional need for cock.  I even hooked up with Bruce a few
times and subjected myself to his sneering attitude and delicious hard cock
that always made me feel like a slut.  I enjoyed that - it excited me and
only made me want to suck his cock longer and better, teasing him and
making sure that he would never forget my mouth on his cock...and I started
developing a feeling inside that I was a failure as a man and somehow
beneath real men like Bruce and Rich. I also began to appreciate the power
I had in making a man cum.  I simply loved having a dick in my mouth, and
in making a man squirm before letting him bury his load down my throat.
The longer I made him wait to cum I found the sweeter the load, and the
more I wanted it.  By the time I had it spurting inside me I was tingly
inside and dizzy, sometimes shaking.  I had begun having girly orgasms.

My cock had not grown from it's small size, and here I was graduating from
high school with a cock that was only four inches long when fully hard and
only an inch or so long when soft.  I didn't feel I could satisfy anyone
with it and decided it was best kept in panties and used as my personal
plaything.

I was making plans to attend college about 45 minutes from home.  While my
family could not afford for me to board there, we were able to manage me
commuting.  I was taking general college courses with the hope of becoming
an architect.

Jane had joined a support group for cross dressers and was going out every
Saturday afternoon to attend these meetings.  Often she did not come home
until Sunday night.  I assumed she stayed dressed all day Sunday with
another friend.  She told me about her meetings and one spring day when I
was nearing the completion of my first year in college she had a heart to
heart talk with me.

I was called into Jane's room one day when we were alone in the house.  She
was upset.






"What's wrong?"

"I have something to tell you and I hope you won't hate me!"

"I couldn't hate you."

I've decided I'm packing up my things and leaving."

"What? Why?"

"I can't live like this any more, and I am going to become a woman"

I sat there dumbfounded.

"I am living a lie.  I can't be a man anymore.  Your mother and I are
selling the house and splitting the proceeds so I have enough money for my
operation."

"What about us, Daddy?"

"Oh, you'll be all right I suppose.  You will have to be the man of the
house!"

"You will have to get a job, and I think going to college may be through
for you"

Jane broke down into tears and I sat there dumbfounded.  The sense of
betrayal I felt was overwhelming.  Jane was sacrificing my future for her
own, and the future of my family was very uncertain.

I left his bedroom and in fact left the house, going for a drive to think
things over.  I stopped at a park and took a nice walk to clear my head.
When I had to go to the bathroom I went into the crude wooden men's room
built there.  It had several stalls and a few urinals.  It was a smelly
place.  I sat down in one of the stalls and immediately noticed the large
glory holes on either side of me.

In one stall was a middle-aged man, and he was leaning back on the toilet
stroking a big hairy 8-inch cock.  I instinctively licked my lips and he
saw it and stood up.  He forced his cock through the hole and into my
space.  I did what I had been trained to do - I leaned over and took it
into my mouth.  It tasted good...it was warm, it was throbbing.  I was a
cocksucker and I did what I loved.  I blew him and swallowed his load.  He
left and a cock appeared on the other side.  It was a black cock and I was
amazed at its size.  It was a good 11 inches long and it fascinated me.  I
got on my knees in the filthy toilet so I could get a good shot at
swallowing it and I thrilled at the first black cock down my throat.  I
sucked on it and it was making me crazy with desire.  The guy pulled out
and told me to stand up and put my own cock through the hole.

I stood and shoved all 4 inches of my cock through the hole.  I heard a
snicker and then a hot mouth engulfed it.  It felt great!  Then my balls
were being licked.

"Turn around!"







I did as I was told, and I felt a wet finger enter my ass hole.  Then the
finger was replaced by a hot tongue.  God that felt good!  All my troubles
at home had vanished.  All I could think about was what could happen next.
I didn't have long to wait.  The tongue pulled out and I heard the guy get
up and leave the stall.  He pushed my stall door open and I was still
standing there, my pants and panties down on the floor, my ass and hard
little cock exposed.

The guy was big - really big - well over 6 foot tall, and his pants were
undone enough for me to see his big drooling cock sticking out of his
jeans.  He came into my stall, dropped hi jeans to the floor and took me in
his arms, kissing me deeply.  I accepted his tongue and moaned as I felt
his hot cock poking at my own much smaller one.  He guided his cock between
my thighs and I could feel the monster rubbing back and forth between my
legs.  I wanted it in my boycunt!

He broke our kiss, turned me around so I was facing the toilet and bent me
over.  I felt his big finger put cool gel on my tight little hole and I
sighed and accepted my role.

He then lined up behind me and shoved his cock about half way in!  I cried
out and his hand covered my mouth.  He then slowly began pumping in and
out, shoving his cock further and further into me a little at a time, until
I had the entire length inside me.

There in the smelly rest room he fucked me raw.  I had never had such a big
cock, nor been fucked by a guy who was so into it and knew what he was
doing.  He varied his thrusting and pinched my nipples from behind.  He
called me a little white slut and told me to shut up and take his cock like
the whore I was.  I just tried to spread my legs further and further so he
could use me as he liked.  After about 15 minutes he bucked into me three
times and held my ass tight to his body with his big black hands.

"Oh yeah, Oh yeah, I'm fillin this bitch up with my cum now!  You ain't
never gonna be satisfied with no white boy after this!"

His words burned into my brain.  His cum shot deep inside me and I moaned.

He then pulled his dick out of me and I felt empty.  He slapped my ass and
told me he'd be back here the same time next week.  He zipped up and left.
I was stunned, having been fucked almost senseless by a big black man in a
public rest room.

I heard a voice from the next stall.

"Hey, whore - get that sloppy asshole over by the hole so I can fuck you
next!"

I looked over to see a creepy looking guy.  He was missing a few teeth and
looked dirty - but he had a big hard cock.  He was the kind of guy I would
avoid in public.  But he was still my better, because he was a man after
all.

I lined my ass up to the hole and he shoved it all the way in.  He fucked
me right through the hole.  I was nothing but a place for him to stick his
cock.  I enjoyed the feeling of being a whore and started matching his
thrusts, fucking him back with my needy hole.



I left the men's room after about an hour and a half.  I was sore and my
face was all sticky.  I had been fucked 6 times, and I had sucked off 10
guys.  I never came myself - it didn't matter.  I smelled like cum and sex.
The entire time I was there being used I didn't think about what was going
on at home - just cock.

I went back the same time the next week, though.  I wanted more of that
black cock.  Unfortunately he didn't show up, but there were others there
needing me to help them with their needs.  Men needed a warm place to
deposit their seed, and I felt it my duty to help them out.

This became very typical of my behavior for a good many years.  When the
need overtook me I cruised public areas, adult stores and video arcades,
sex clubs and gay bathhouses.  I've had sex in the stalls of major shopping
malls, in cars behind gay clubs, right out in the open surrounded by nature
in forest preserves and behind bushes in wayside rest areas.  But I
digress...

After my debauchery for the first time in a public rest room, I went to a
gas station restroom and tried to clean up.  I couldn't go home like this!

The situation at home deteriorated.  Jane quit his job and only came home
to get more things for her new life, or to take something of value to sell
to keep supporting her until our house sold.  I was angry when she sold our
lawn tractor and I was expected to keep up with our 2-acre property with a
push mower.

My mother became very worried about finances and poured her heart out to
me.  I dropped out of college and got a full time job to help make ends
meet.  When she began divorce proceedings I got to see how destructive my
father's cross-dressing had become to my family.

I threw out all my feminine things.  I tried to put dressing up out of my
head.

Our house sold and Mom, my sister and I moved into a much smaller house of
less value in a town about a half hour away.  Bruce and Rich both went off
to college and dated real girls and I never got with them again. It was
quite a move down the social ladder.  My father came by for a few awkward
visits but then they stopped.

I tried to work and be normal, not wanting to end up like my father and
hurting people.  I occasionally slipped into a pair of Suzie's panties but
felt guilty.  I tried dating a girl and we became more friends than the
typical boyfriend/girlfriend relationship.

When I couldn't stand it anymore and needed to satisfy my crazing for cock
I would return to the rest room in the park and hunt for cock.  I also
discovered the opportunities that were available for cock at adult
bookstores with video arcades.  I spent many a night there whoring myself
and satisfying my need for dick, and helping real men relieve their sexual
pressure.  I found delight in satisfying all different ages and races of
men...learning how different they tasted, the different tastes of cum and
how much a man could control his urge to spurt when my mouth got on him.




I found if I wanted a man to cum quick - if his dick wasn't tasty or I was
just in a hurry, or there was another juicier cock waiting for me - I could
make him cum quick with my mouth.  I also found I could tease and prolong a
cock for both our pleasure.  Some cocks were just too tasty to give up
quickly, and frankly I wanted some guys to become addicted to my mouth - to
ruin them for real girls.  I know, kinda bitchy, right?

I did not start collecting more girly clothes until several years later
when I got my own small apartment.  I would assemble a small wardrobe, and
then destroy it in shame, only to start replacing it a few months later.

I didn't see Jane again for quite a few years. She went off to begin her
new life and left us behind. I was the son of a transsexual now, and it
embarrassed me.  I fought the thought that I would follow in her footsteps
and hurt the ones I loved.

Well that's all for this chapter.  I don't think I can write more about my
life under this series since Daddy was out of my life at this point in
time.  If I get sufficient response I will write more about my evolution
into the man-pleasing sissy I am to this day.

I have been with a number of men who really got into me dressing up and
encouraged me to explore my potential there.  I also have pleasured
literally hundreds of cocks as a gay man.

I have assembled quite a wardrobe, and perfected my makeup and hair.  I
only have sex as a girl with men now - I wouldn't have it any other way at
this point.  I feel like I'm not even really gay - after all I'm really a
girl deep inside and my attraction to men is only natural.

I did meet with Jane a few years ago after tracking her down, and it was
quite an odd experience for me.  If you wish I will share it with you!


The road I have traveled has been an exciting one and I am pleased with the
unique sensual creature I have become.  It has been fun sharing the journey
with you of my formative years.

For you sissies out there my advice to you is "Don't dream it, be it!" a
wonderful song from the Rocky Horror Picture Show, as sung by the
incredibly erotic Frank N Furter, the sweet transvestite from transsexual
Transylvania.

For you men out there keep feeding us sissies your hot cocks - we need them
so!

Kisses to all!!!

Victoria