TG ARCHIVES;'Erica Unleashed - Breaking Dad #1'{EricA}( teen1 tg, bd, reluc, va) )[1!1] "Erica Unleashed"
Author's notes: Apologies for taking so long with the latest update, but as many of you know, real life sometimes gets in the way. And frankly, I find it hard to come up with the energy. If not for a few encouraging letters and a couple of offers to help, I fear the series may not have gone on.
So, now we come to the part several of you were waiting for ... what happens when Jake the dad gets home to find his "son" Eric no longer exists, and has become his daughter Erica. Of course nobody who knows Donna was worried for a moment, but still we want to see the details of how Jake came to accept his new family and his role in it, right?
If not for Nifty and all the effort put into maintaining this site, we would never know. So how about a little "thank you" by providing a financial contribution to keep the site going. Thanks.
I also made a lame attempt at inserting some story codes into the heading.
I could have agonized for days over which ones to include and which to leave out. I'm sure this isn't the most accurate use of the codes possible, but at least some attempt was made.
And now, on to the story:
My Daddy was coming home, and that gave me the excuse to miss half a day of school. Even though I like gym class, there's some benefit in not having to change and shower at school. On days I don't have gym, I tend to dress up a bit more.
For Daddy's homecoming day, I elected the red Vionnet waist tie pleated dress and Brian Atwood Loca studded pumps. Donna had a rule that no single item I wore to school could cost more than a thousand dollars. The dress normally retailed for 1700, but I found one on sale for under nine. Just because I have money doesn't mean I shouldn't spend it wisely. A few fashionable accessories (an Oscar de la Renta tulip crystal and resin cuff bracelet - $450 I think - or maybe it was $850, and a gold snakeskin print Lanvin shoulder bag - no, that was $850, I remember now) and I was the envy of pretty much everyone - even the ones who hated me. No, especially the ones who hated me. Did I mention the bag normally retails for $1690.
See how much money I saved Daddy?
I love being me.
It was a short trip from school to the mall, and even though the $550 heels
I'd chosen were chosen for style and not comfort, they were so beautiful and sexy it was no bother to make the walk to and from the bus stops. I've never enjoyed riding the city bus (even in my previous life) but it was the right time of day that most of the weird people were elsewhere and the trip was short enough anyway. A half dozen guys (assholes taking the aisle seat while the window seat next to them was empty) hopped up to make room hoping I would sit by them. Losers. Being Erica, I knew what would happen, and I was ready with a plan.
No matter how hot you are, bus drivers everywhere are controlled by some unfeeling alien force that compels them to do things that aren't human. No lust. No compassion. So, I dropped my coins into the slot to pay my fare, then... oops.. dropped a few more coins on the floor in the front of the bus. Even though I was bent over trying to pick them up, the driver sped off en route to the next stop. I was holding on to the bus with one hand, purse dangling from that shoulder, while picking up coins with my free hand. Feet firmly planted, spread apart enough so I wouldn't lose my balance, thankful for the exercises and most especially for all that stretching my wonderful Mom made me do while I was learning to be Erica.
Half a dozen guys contemplated rushing to my aid ... or so I imagined. Maybe some of them just wanted to sit and enjoy the view of my ass and whatever
lace might be showing in my bent-over state. But none of them came to my assistance, because a nice little boy sitting beside a grandmotherly type in the handicap seats sprung into action. God, it was like a replay of my first meeting with Billy all over again, only this little boy was even younger. I dunno, maybe he was just being nice and would have helped me even if I wasn't hot. Still, I like to think puberty will hit just a little bit early because of me.
I gave him a totally platonic kiss on the cheek for helping, enjoyed watching his adorable little face as a dozen shades of crimson faded into view, then sat beside him and grandmother for the remaining three blocks of my journey so I could compliment her on what a nice young man she had there.
Tough luck boys, that kiss could have been yours.
One thing I realized I was missing by becoming more comfortable as Erica was the excitement that I had each time I ventured out into public ... it had
all been so new to me and that thrill of teasing, that danger. The danger of being discovered? The danger of ... what? Doing naughty things I shouldn't be doing. But today it would all come back to me as I exited the bus, and one young man exited just behind me.
The bus stop was some distance from the entrance to the mall, and as I walked through the parking lot, I could literally feel his eyes on my ass. Maybe he really had been going to the mall. Or maybe ... he was following me for some sinister purpose. And while much of the walk was in the open, there were places where cars and vans and landscaping would provide some cover for him to do whatever he wanted to me. My heart must have been going a hundred miles an hour, and that was before I heard him say "yeah baby, shake that ass".
Trouble was, I could no longer walk without shaking my ass. Especially in those 5.5 inch heels. Or maybe ... I was subconsciously looking as sexy as possible because I craved the danger. Oh yeah, I definitely wanted those self defense classes. As it was, all I could do was reach into my purse for whatever I could find that might provide some defense.. in this case, a key ring? It's not like they let law abiding people carry guns and knives to school .. only criminals get to do that.
I could sense him getting closer. "Fuck. I'm about to be attacked." What was he planning? Drag me away? Where? How? Cop a feel and .... discover I had a penis? Then beat the shit out of me? And worst of all, why was my penis trying to get hard?
I was almost ... almost ... ready to regret becoming Erica when I stopped and turned suddenly to face my would be attacker. The expression on his face said it all as he screeched to a halt. He may have been a threat, but he was no hardened criminal.
"Seriously?" I said. "Right here in the parking lot?" He looked .. I dunno .. like a wanna be bad guy. To me, a characature of a young rap artist. White, maybe some other race mixed in, his hair bleached in places and kinda spikey, baggy pants with the top of his red boxers showing. "If you think you have what it takes to satisfy a girl, follow me." Poor thing.. thought he was going to get fucked? Well, maybe he was. A little detour away from the mall entrance and around a retaining wall took us to a secluded entrance to a maintenance area - like maybe where the airconditioners or weedeaters were kept. My would be attacker wasn't quite sure what to make of it, but surely thought this was going to be his lucky day.
I took dirtbag by the hand and continued on. "My name's Julie, what's yours?"
He was about to answer as we rounded the corner of that wall, now out of sight, where I jerked my unsuspecting victim to a stop, spinning him around, then smashing my knee into his groin. Once, twice, three times before his face could even change expressions. Then I shoved his head back against the brick wall and out came my key ring. Eric might have been accused of hitting like a girl, but Erica found that was enough. A bit of a roundhouse swing at my rap star's head and a key found its way into his ear. I wasn't really aiming there, just swinging wildly as hard as I could.
Apparently, it was hard for him to balance after that. Or remain conscious. I bent over my would-be attacker and emptied his pockets. I dropped his keys into one of those places where water drains down underground. There was a plastic bag of what I assumed was marijuana, which I had no interest in, and a little glass tube with what looked like steel wool in it. A crack pipe? I smiled, sliding the pipe between his lips as he lay there unconscious, then smashed his mouth several times with the toe of my Brian Atwood pump. There was a bit of blood, but what little got on my shoe came off easily as I wiped my toe against his shirt. Then I emptied his wallet of cash (seven hundred dollars, so I guess he was dealing drugs, or maybe looking to buy?) I was counting on loverboy not being able to say much for a while, so nobody would come looking for me in the mall.
I knew I was on very dangerous ground now, but hey, it would certainly keep life from getting boring. I'd just have to remember not to take the number
10 bus from school to the mall again.
I blew a kiss to loverboy's unconscious form and made my way to Stephanie's
Closet, removing the battery and dropping his phone into a trash can. There, I would help Stephanie convince young men to spend way too much money on sexy things for their wives or girlfriends.
When last I saw Donna, she was dropping me off at school and on her way to the airport to pick up Jake. A couple of text messages said his flight was delayed.. an hour.. two hours .. then they were on their way home, then they were home... it had been three hours. I was concerned about how she was doing. Was he tied up yet? Or did something go wrong? Stephanie told me not to worry .. after all, this was Donna, and Jake was just another male. She could handle him.
At closing time, we got the text we were waiting for. "Done". That meant she had him restrained and it was time to come home. Stephanie was coming home with me. I knew all along there was nothing to worry about.
Thanks to the closed circuit television system we installed, we knew as soon as we walked through the door what was happening. The big screen television in the living room was on, and the scene was being recorded from two different angles. They were in the guest room (Good for you, Mom, that way we can still sleep in our own bed) and Donna was gently stroking Jake's cock.
"Has daddy been saving up his little cummies for mommy?"
"yes yes yes yes" he nodded vigorously, barely able to speak.
"Does daddy want to make cummies in mommy's hand?"
"Yessss.. ohgodyespleasepleaseplease" God, the groaning was pathetic. How I
hated that fucker. "Orrrrrrrr ... does daddy wanna cum in mommy's pretty little pussy?"
"YESSSSSSSS! Oh god Donna.. please untie me now.. It's been so long..."
I chuckled. Jake thought Donna had been teasing (and denying) him a long long time. In reality, she was barely getting started. Stupid helpless horny boys.
Donna must have heard us when we came in. She smiled at the camera - at us - then put an ice pack she'd kept handy on Jake's pathetic cock and left the room as he kept pleading for some relief. After a few minutes - and a few kisses for Stephanie and me - she returned to her pathetic husband to remove the ice pack and get him warmed up again.
"Honey..." she cooed as she stroked his freezing cock back to its formerly erect state, "I have a little confession to make. It's not a bad thing, really, I don't think. I remembered how excited you got when we would watch porn and you'd see women making out with each other... Welllll ... I have a couple of friends who've been keeping me company while you were away ... I told them all about you and what a wonderful lover you are.. and.. they want to meet you. We even thought you might like to get together with all of us for some fun."
So THIS is what Donna's been making him wait for! Or so the stupid fucker thought - the welcome home present to beat every other welcome home present in the history of the world! The hottest wife imaginable with two friends, who had to be hot too, if she was having sex with them.
"ok ok ok oh i love you so much, ok ok.. just.. let me get dressed real quick and i'll..."
Donna started laughing as she playfully slapped his cock. "Let you get dressed? Untie you? Oh, that's funny. Why would I untie you and just let you cum and lose interest? No baby, there's three of us and you'll have to make us all happy before you get a chance to even THINK about cumming."
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"I know you hate him baby, but remember what a great actress you are, and this is the role of a lifetime."
Stephanie was whispering to me outside the door to our guest room ... Yes, I did hate that man with every fiber of my being ... but she was right. We had a plan in place and we needed to stick with it. When we entered the room, I managed a smile and even a look of pretending I liked what I saw. Well, I did like that he was tied up, but I didn't like him. But still, I could pretend. My future was riding on it.
Needless to say, Jake was embarrassed to be seen in that condition by two strangers, two beautiful young women, but he was also suitably impressed with what he saw. If only he knew!
"Oh Donna, you were right.. it is a nice cock" Stephanie whispered breathlessly as she sat beside Jake on the bed to stroke it.
I managed to maintain the illusion as I sat on the other side of the bed. "I think he just looks yummy all over, tied up like this" I said as my nails
trailed down his chest, around the cock Stephanie was toying with, and down to his balls. I cupped his nut sack in my hand and gently massaged them.. enjoying that look a man gets when he realizes how close he is to excruciating pain. "He doesn't look anything like Eric."
IT'S ME, YOU FUCKING BASTARD ... DON'T YOU RECOGNIZE ME? COME ON, I FUCKING
DARE YOU TO RECOGNIZE ME!
But all I saw in his eyes was lust ... and a bit of fear ... and embarrassment. Perfect.
"Do I call you Jake, or can I call you 'daddy' too?"
"C...c...call me wh.. whatever you w..w..want."
I was smiling down on him now, bending forward so if he raised his head just a little he could get an eye full of my sexy cleavage, with the little cross dangling between my breasts. That's exactly what he did, even though he
had to strain a bit. "I think I'll call you daddy, then. And I'll be your little girl, to do whatever you want to do to me. Would you like that, daddy?"
He had to be wondering how old I was .. but when a man is as horny as Jake was, wondering and caring are two different things. He nodded so vigorously I was afraid he might break his own neck before I had a chance to break it myself. I wondered what he was thinking. Was he imagining all sorts of things he would like to do to his "little girl"? Or, was he too horny to think? Desperate to cum, no matter the cost? Did he think he was getting close to release? What would he think if he knew this was just the first few minutes of his ordeal, an ordeal we planned to last several days.
We took turns teasing and tormenting him - but only Donna could be trusted to stroke him to the brink of orgasm over and over, never allowing him to cross the line. All I could do was watch and learn. Learn to spot the signs, and know just when to stop. When to apply the ice pack.
In breaks between teasing and tormenting Jake, we three girls cooked up a wonderful idea: Invite Tom over for the weekend. Sure he was probably scheduled to work, and we didn't want to get him fired or anything, but when he wasn't at work he could be here helping us with Jake. How, you may ask? Well, he can show Jake what happens to good boys who accept the fact beautiful girls can have beautiful cocks. We thought we'd introduce him to Stephanie's cock at first, until Jake gets used to the idea (and some experience sucking) - then we'll get him to beg to suck Erica's cock, too. And not long after that, introduce him to his new daughter -- and his new life.
Then, I got an even more wonderful idea: Invite Grace to stay the weekend with us, too! Just as Stephanie could help get Jake used to the idea of a girl with a cock, she could do the same thing with Gracie.
It was shaping up to be a perfect weekend. And a perfect life.