Date: Mon, 15 Jan 2007 11:51:52 -0800 (PST)
From: Victoria <missvictoria6969@yahoo.com>
Subject: Titty LaRue 11

As the weeks passed Brianna and I became closer...not in a physical sense
although my lust for cock had brought me to my knees before her juicy
little cock on a few occasions.  Brianna had been stopping by the club
every few days, sometimes as Brian in man drag, and usually all dressed up
on the weekend nights.

She attracted a fair share of attention.  As new meat she was in high
demand, and she was rather choosy as to whom she would take to bed.  She
seemed to favor burly, manly men.  She and I had that in common I guess.

The club was still well packed for my performances, and the girls in my
review were doing their best to amaze the clientele with their dancing
skills and their attempts to disguise their masculinity behind layers of
makeup, frilly clothes and flash jewelry.

As the headliner I am expected to be the ultimate illusionist, and I do
love my work!  Since I live 24/7 as a female I am very comfortable with my
femininity.  I know what my public wants, and I do my best to give it to
them.

Tonight I performed the number "There's No Business Like Show Business".  I
belted out the song as my dancers line danced behind me, trying their best
to look like the Rockettes, bless them!  As they danced and I completed my
song for my big finish I stripped out of my gown to my delicious sapphire
blue corset with black lace trim, which does a wonderful job of pushing my
luscious titties up and out!  The garter straps are attached to a pair of
black stockings, seamed deliciously, and carefully attached so the lines
are nice and straight.  I hate it when those lines are crooked, don't you?

I am wearing matching blue satin panties and they are rather tight, but
feel delicious as they hug my round bottom and my boy parts.  With my gown
on I am giving the illusion I am all woman, but stripped down like this and
in the limelight I take delight in popping a sweet little bone in my
panties.  As my little cock strains against the front of the panties
bouncing and jerking I can hear the gasps and the applause.  It's what I
live for....that and pleasuring men!

Finishing my song I leave the stage and walk through the crowd, greeting
the patrons, and head to the back bar, where I see Brianna waiting for me,
a big smile on her pretty face.

Brianna has come such a long way!  I am so proud of the wonderful job she
does on her makeup.  She has really been practicing and looks very natural
and glamorous.  Tonight she is wearing an auburn colored wig that is styled
sweetly to frame her pretty face, and the two-piece suit she is wearing in
jade green is to die for!  I kiss her on each cheek and as I settle onto
the stool beside her we quickly get into a conversation about her clothes
and what she's been up to the last few days.

Before I can even finish the daiquiri that our yummy bartender Pete mixes
me our manager Roland comes up to tell me I have an urgent call in the
office, a most unusual event!

I nervously pick up the phone.

'Danny, is that you honey?"

I cringed at my Mother calling be by my given name.  We haven't chatted for
a few months, but she knows damn well how I live and what I do for a
living, in fact she delights in it.

"Danny, it's your grandfather...I'm afraid he passed away this evening."

I collect my thoughts as Mother tells me that my grandfather, a man in his
early seventies, has died of a heart attack.  Mother seems strangely calm,
but I remind myself that they did have an odd relationship.  Mother and I
lived with him from the time I was a young boy, and he was instrumental in
Mother changing her upbringing of me, when realizing I was a boy and not a
girl as he was told.  He insisted from that point on that I be dressed and
raised as a male, which made both Mother and I terribly unhappy.  As soon
as I was able I left that house and explored my true self.

"So Danny, will you please come for the wake and the funeral?"

"But Mother, I'm a girl now, how will that appear?"

"I don't care, honey.  He's your grandfather, and I need you.  I fully
expect you to attend as a woman.  I just hope you have something tasteful
to wear in black!"

My mind immediately went to my closet and past the black sequined gowns and
leather miniskirts to a very tasteful dress at the back of my closet.

"All Right, Mother.  I will be there."

My Mother gave me the necessary details and I went back to the bar to
rejoin Brianna, who was being felt up by this incredibly hunky black man I
hadn't seen before.  Brianna shooed him away after I returned and she could
tell something was wrong.

"What's wrong, Titty?"

"It's my granddad, hon. He died this evening and I will have to travel to
attend his funeral."

"Oh, I'm so sorry!  Were you close?"

"Well, yes and no.  He was a good man, but didn't understand me.  I need to
be there for his memory, and to help my Mother.  She never was "all there"
if you know what I mean."

As we chatted about the arrangements and I conveyed my nervousness at
appearing as I am, and not as a male. Brianna sweetly offered to join me.

"I'll come along as Brian, Titty.  It will be all right, you'll see!"

I was touched at her offer and accepted.  After making the necessary
arrangements to leave the club for a few days Brian picked me up in his
car.  Brian was a fairly effeminate looking man, but wonderful company and
we headed downstate.

Brian and I had time for a nice, soul-searching talk.  We talked about our
childhoods and our past sexual experiences.  As Brian told me about the
time he was bullied and dominated and then forced to suck off a bully I
couldn't help myself, my clitty got hard under my skirt and was poking up
in the fabric.  It was a rather short black polyester skirt, and when Brian
saw it he smiled and reached over, sliding his hand up my leg and rubbed it
through the thin material of my panties.  I spread my legs and moaned, and
Brian put my hand on the crotch of his pants, to feel his own erection
straining against his khakis.

As luck would have it there was a rest area coming up, and Brian pulled off
the interstate and parked in the back area, which is usually reserved for
trucks.

"Let's take a walk, gorgeous!"

I giggled and accepted his hand after he walked around the car and opened
my door for him.  I could still see his boner straining against his slacks.
There was a path into the trees and we walked back behind the cover of
flora and fauna.

Brian took me in his arms and kissed me!  I accepted his tongue in my mouth
and then he lifted my skirt and fondled my little erection through my
panties.  With his tongue deep in my mouth he manipulated my clit, now
freed from the panties and poking out into the open air.  His hand
masterfully brought me to climax as he continued to kiss me, thrusting his
tongue in and out of my mouth.

After I shot and was weak in his arms he brought his fingers, sticky with
my cum, to my mouth and I eagerly licked them clean.  I was weak from my
orgasm but Brian was still horny, as I could tell when he placed my hand on
his erection.

Brian unzipped his khakis and pulled them down to reveal his teal blue silk
panties, damp from excitement.  He pulled them down and lifting my skirt he
turned me around, lowered my pink panties and with a gob of spit pushed his
cock into me from behind.

I groaned and spread my legs, trying to open my hole for him.  Having just
cum I was not so eager for this fuck, but my natural instinct to please
men, even girly men like Brian, could not be denied.

Brian's cock entered me, and I was thankful that it wasn't all that large,
considering the lack of proper lube and the difficulty of fucking in the
open like this.  He pushed it into me as he nibbled my ear and groped my
breasts.

Brian needed sexual release, and was not all that skillful in making me
feel good.  He thrusted in and out with quick jabs that I endured as a
woman will to make her man happy.

It was over quickly, thank goodness!  I made cooing noises as he fucked me
to encourage him to cum quickly.  He pulled out and taking a Kleenex from
my sweater pocket I wiped my hole from the unexpected fuck.

I pulled up my panties and repositioned my skirt as Brian pulled up his
undies and zipped up.  He had this wicked satisfied smile on his face, like
he just did something spectacular.  He had his way with me, planted his
seed, and like all men needed reassurance that he had pleasured me.

"That was nice, Brian, it must have felt different to be the one doing the
fucking for a change!"

We got back in the car and continued on our journey.  After a few minutes I
felt Brian's juice start to dribble out of me and into my panties.  That
always gives me a great feel of satisfaction.

As we entered my hometown I pointed out the sights to Brian and we made our
way to my family home.  I have not visited it for years now, and it hadn't
changed much - a small two story white frame house with green shutters just
outside of town.

As we got out of the car Mama rushed out to greet us.  She looked a little
older, but still very pretty.  Her hair was still long and red and fell
gently on her shoulders.  She wore a gray sweater and a black skirt over
black hose and black low heels.  She gave me a hug.

"My God, Danny look at you!  You look beautiful honey, and what a figure!
Who's your friend?"

"Mother, this is Brian.  Brian, this is my Mother, Elizabeth."

"Pleased to meet you, Elizabeth!  Titty has told me all about you."

"Titty?"

"Oh Mother, that's my show name...Titty LaRue."

Mother looked a little surprised but quickly shrugged it off and invited us
both inside.  The house had changed very little, it still looked like a
very conservative household, tastefully furnished.  As Brian excused
himself to use the washroom Mother rushed to ask me some questions.

"Is Brian your boyfriend?"

"No Mama.  Actually Brian dresses up too.  I've been helping him discover
his female side.  When he dresses we call him Brianna.  He agreed to
accompany me home and be a boy for the visit."

"Oh I see.  Well, he does seem rather slightly built and a little feminine
in the way he walks.  Is he enjoying being a part time girl?"

"Oh yes!  Brianna is very pretty when all made up, and she has such a
natural submissive streak!  She's very popular."

Brian returned to the room and joined Mother and I, sitting on the couch.
Mother smiled at him and asked his assistance.

"Brian, darling be a dear and get us all some drinks, won't you?  There's
some wine in the fridge, and the glasses are in the cabinet to the right of
it."

Brian went into the kitchen and returned with two glasses half full of
white wine, handing them to us, and then went back to the kitchen to get
his own glass.

"It's so nice to see such a well mannered young man, so attentive!  So tell
me Brian, how do you know my son...I mean daughter?"

Brian was caught unawares but managed to respond.

"Well I met her at the club and we became friends."

"I see.  How sweet!"

We finished our wine and Brian offered to refill our glasses.

"Would you like some more, Titty?  Elizabeth?"

"You will call me Miss Elizabeth, young man!"

"Yes, Maam"

"Yes, be a sweet thing and serve us some more!"

Brian scurried off to the kitchen and I smiled at Mother.  She was enjoying
toying with Brian like this, and to be honest I found it rather amusing.

"Mama, how are you handling Grandpa's passing?"

"Well to be honest dear I'm finding it rather liberating.  You know how
demanding he was, and how uptight."

I knew well.  It was his strict involvement in my life that I detested, and
forced me to move far away.

"Frankly Hon I don't know whether to laugh or cry.  I just want to get
through the next week, and I'm so glad you're here!"

"Well what can I do?"

"Darling I would like you to run some errands for me.  I need someone to
take Grandpa's suit and dress shoes to the funeral home, and pick up my
dress at the cleaners.  And while you're out could you pick up the platters
I've reserved at the caterers?"

Mama gave me the instructions and Brian, listening, offered to go with me.

"Brian dear, I think my daughter can handle these chores on her own.  Why
don't you stay here with me and rest for a bit.  You must be tired after
your drive."

I grabbed Brian's keys, grandpa's suit and shoes and left to complete my
duties.  It felt strange but liberating to be back in my hometown as a
woman.  No one seemed to notice anything odd about it, and other than
getting leered at a bit from a delectable young man at the cleaners I was
completely at ease.

I returned back to the house and entered through the kitchen door.  I could
hear something from the living room, and as I entered my mouth hung open in
shock!

There, right in front of the fireplace was Brian, stripped down and wearing
a short lavender silk nightie and thigh high stockings.  He was down on all
fours, his asspussy spread wide open.

"Fuck me Mistress, please fuck me!"

Brian was begging for cock, and it was my own Mother giving it to him!  His
face was contorted with lust and submission.  I could see his cock
underneath him and it was not only hard but leaking juice.

Mama was stripped naked, her breasts still beautiful and round, though
sagging a bit.  Her body was still smooth and tight, and as she whipped her
long red hair around she held him tightly by the waist.  She had an
absolutely wicked look on her face.  She was wearing a strap on dildo and
was using it to fuck dear Brian.  She thrust the dildo in and out and I
could see the incredible length and girth of the hard pink dildo as she
pulled it out before returning it to the hot little hole.  It seemed to
have another end to it, and end that appeared to disappear into the folds
of Mama's pussy.

I stood there for a minute, taking it all in before I could even speak!

"Mama!  What are you doing?"

"Oh good, Titty darling...you're home!  I just couldn't stand one more
minute of this mincing sissy parading around my home pretending to be
something she is not!  I haven't had this much fun in years!"

Mama laughed and continued to pummel poor Brian's asspussy, the large
double dildo also pleasuring her at the same time.  Shaking my head in
wonderment I went to the big bathroom upstairs, filled the tub and
luxuriated in a nice hot bubble bath.  I was feeling a bit sticky after
Brian had planted his seed inside me.  I stroked my clitty in the tub as I
massaged my firm nipples.  The sounds of the newfound lovers downstairs
became louder as they approached orgasm.

Poor grandpa must be spinning in his grave!  I laughed at the thought of
the dysfunctional family he had left behind, and wondered what other
surprises the next few days would bring!