Date: Mon, 15 Jan 2007 11:51:52 -0800 (PST) From: Victoria 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!