Date: Sun, 21 May 2006 20:14:50 -0700 (PDT)
From: Victoria <missvictoria6969@yahoo.com>
Subject: Daddys Blowjob/Daddy's Blowjob 6/TG - teen

Daddy's Blowjob 6/
A Date for the Dance


Raised by a cross dresser, I was discovering who I was during my teen
years.  It was a wild ride.  I was a good boy - always had been.  I wanted
to do the right thing.


Alone in my room one night, after showering and putting some sweet smelling
lotion I found in the bathroom onto my entire body I felt that incredible
insatiable urge again and opened the small duffel bag containing bits and
pieces of feminine attire I had assembled.  I found a pretty gold satin
camisole and chose a pair of lavender panties I had found in Jane's box of
femmy delights, and it felt so wonderful slipping them on and relaxing on
my bed.

I thought about the last few months and what had happened in my young life.
A few weeks ago I had sucked Bruce's cock and he had forcefully fucked me
over a log, after discovering me in panties.  I tried to rationalize what
had happened, since I had tried to block it out of my head since the event.
Bruce had picked up on my gay tendencies, the discovery of me in panties
only cemented his perception of me I guess.  I was sore for days, but I had
to admit, looking back at it that I liked what happened.  I liked making a
guy feel good and get his rocks off.  I had submitted to him and did what
he told me...like a girl would do I thought.  Maybe I was some kind of
mistake...maybe I should have been born a girl, because I liked what we did
and I sure liked wearing girl's clothes!

And then there's the matter of my father, who obviously has some gender
issues!  Like father, like son...like father, like son....I kept running
through that in my mind. Did I inherit his confused sexual genes or
something?  We learned about chromosomes in school...X and Y and
combinations and such....maybe mine were all wearing panties and in a
chorus line!  I giggled at that thought and started to rub my little cock
through my pretty lavender panties.

Visions of Bruce's cock popped into my head immediately, and I tried to
force them out.  I decided to concentrate on the girls at school.  I didn't
really have a girlfriend - some of the girls like the ones Bruce dated were
kind of aggressive and mean to me and to my nerdy friends.  I thought about
Sarah, a girl in a few of my classes.  She was always nice to me.  I
thought about her small blossoming chest and what it would be like to kiss
her.  When I thought about what kind of undies she might wear that got me a
little excited...but then Bruce's cock popped back into my head again.  I
wet my finger and pushed it into my tight hole and poked around.  My cock
was rock hard and felt so hot in the pretty panties.  I removed my finger
and moved to my chest, rubbing my breasts and pinching my nipples through
the silky camisole.  That really got me hot!  I stroked myself to a strong
cum.  Carefully removing my undies I put them away.  I had managed to do so
without getting my spooge all over them, thank God!  I decided to sleep
nude that night and went to sleep.

The next day I had passed Bruce in the hall.  He never mentioned what
happened between us until today - there was no one else around.

"Hey, Donna...do you have your panties on today?"

"No, Bruce"

He just laughed.

"Hey, who are you taking to the dance next Saturday...one of your geek
friends ...which one Tom or Mark?"

"Ha Ha. Actually I was going to ask Sarah."

"Which one of you will be in the dress?"

He nudged up against me and walked past me.  I felt a rush feeling his body
up against mine, even for a second.  I watched him stagger down the hall in
his tight black jeans.

That same day I asked Sarah to the dance and she agreed.  I was happy!  My
father was happy too!  His boy was going out with a girl!  Such a big deal
I thought, it was just a dance.

The day of the dance, Saturday, Daddy had a talk with me again, this time
he was dressed in all male clothes, at least from what I could tell - who
knows, he could have had on a corset or something under the plaid shirt and
the work pants.

"Here - since you're dating girls now you need protection.  We don't want
any pregnancies!"

I blushed as he put a few packets of rubbers into my hand.  This was just a
date to a dance!

Daddy had let me use the family car, since I had just gotten my driver's
license.

"Don't leave any pecker tracks on my seats!"

I was embarrassed and dressed as smartly as I could, and with boy's
underpants on, I picked up Sarah.  She looked kind of pretty, not a raving
beauty, but I felt good about being seen with her.  We drove to the dance
and had a pretty good time.  There was a band there and everybody was
dancing like crazy.  I could see Bruce there and he winked at me.  His date
was gorgeous and to be honest he looked pretty handsome.

A few hours into the evening I went in to the men's room and was standing
at the long urinal trough relieving myself.  There was no one else in there
until Bruce came in, stood right next to me and pulled out his big cock.  I
tried not to look but couldn't help but watch the stream of hot yellow piss
arch out from his cock and into the trough.  He caught me staring at it and
after he finished it, he turned to me.  My own cock had stopped peeing and
I was just standing there with it in my hand.  It was getting hard.

"Clean it off for me, Donna"

I looked into his eyes, and then bent over and took the end of his cock
into my mouth.  I could taste the salty piss droplet at the end and licked
it clean.  I swallowed the head and started to suck.

"Whoa there, faggot!  Somebody might catch us!"

Bruce gave me a slap on my ass, zipped up and left me standing there.  What
had just happened?  Why did I do that? God, he tasted good!

I heard the door swing open and I zipped u and got out of there.  As I
reentered the gym and all my classmates I felt like I had a sign on my
jacket that said "Cock Whore" and all could see it.

After a few more minutes of dancing I convinced Sarah to leave.  We drove a
bit, and went to the wayside out of town to park and talk a bit.

Sarah slid up next to me and we kissed.  She was a little aggressive and
soon had her hands on me and was rubbing my crotch.  I tentatively was
feeling her small chest through the material of her dress.  It was cotton,
but very pretty I thought.

Suddenly Sarah unzipped my pants and put her hand into my pants as we
kissed.  She felt around and then pulled her hand away.

"Pull down your pants, Don. Let me see it!  I'll pull down my panties too!"

Wow! This was something!  I quickly lowered my pants and she dropped her
panties to the floor.  I tried to see what they looked like but in the dim
light I couldn't.

We returned to kissing and my hand went down between her legs and I felt a
hot wet pussy for the first time.  It was hairy and sticky.  Sarah reached
down to find my manhood.

"Why aren't you hard?"

"I don't know. I guess I'm nervous!"

Sarah stroked my cock and felt my balls.  I started to get hard, but it
wasn't much.  My hand was fingering her and all I could think about was how
gross it smelled.

"You know, I don't want to be mean...but your cock is SO small!  Does it
get hard?"

"Sure'" I said shakily.

"I don't want to be mean...but my little seven year old brother has a
bigger cock! "

The semi-hardness I was experiencing went away and my cock retreated.

"You're not fingering me the right way!  Here let me do it!"

 I pulled back my trembling sticky hand and watched as Sarah spread her
legs wide apart and worked her finger as she pleasured herself.  Her left
hand was on my cock, which still remained soft.

I tried to concentrate and make it hard.  This was never a problem for me,
but try as I might her little grunts and the permeating smell of her young
pussy in the car only made me think how much I didn't want to be here.

Sarah shuddered and climaxed.  I watched her, my limp dick in her hand.
She let go of it and relaxed for a moment.

"You know, I don't understand you.  You have a chance to have some fun with
a girl and your cock just stays small and soft!  It's useless!"

"But, Sarah, I don't...."

She cut me off.

"Are you deformed or something?  Why is it so small, and why doesn't it
work?"

"Well it works for me."

"I find that hard to believe!  You know, I think you must be a homo!
Here!"

She took her panties from the floor of the car and threw them at me.

"I think you'd better wear these - you're as much a girl as I am!"

Trembling, I lifted Sarah's panties up and looked at them. They were white
satin and lace, with a little rose decoration in the middle of the
waistband.

"Put them on, sissy!"

I did as Sarah ordered and my cock immediately responded.  She watched and
took note of it.

"Well it looks like that's one thing that does excite you!  Those panties
are yours, now, Don. You're sick!  Take me home!"

I pulled up my pants and put my shoes back on. Silently I drove her home.
There was no goodnight kiss or any pleasantries. She got out and slammed
her door.

I drove home from my date and thankfully everyone was asleep.  I went to my
room and stripped down to Sarah's panties.  I had a wet spot in the front
of them.  I sighed, pulled down the front of the panties and stood there
before the mirror jacking off my hard cock.  The panties fit me really
well, and I especially liked the lace around the leg openings and along the
waistband.

I shot huge globs of cum all over my dresser and cleaned everything up.  I
took a tissue, cleaned my cock and wrapped it in a fresh tissue so no cum
stains would soil the panties.  I tucked it back into the panties and slept
in them that night.  I couldn't think anymore about the event s of the
evening.  I was exhausted.  I would think about it tomorrow.