TG ARCHIVES;'Erica Unleashed in High School #4'{EricA}( F^B teen1 tg )[4!4]
"Erica Unleashed"
I have wonderful news for fans of the Erica Unleashed story -- the writing just got a thousand times better thanks to the efforts of Alice, whom I shall henceforth think of as the head writer, while I will stay on as creative
consultant... and I guess producer, too, since I'm still the one who has to post it for it to stay with the previous Erica installments. Plus, you know, I still wanna be involved and feel like I have some control over the story.
If you want to express your admiration for her writing, she has given me permission to post her email address here: it's rezidentwriter@yahoo.com (mailto:rezidentwriter@yahoo.com) -- so be sure to include both of us when you write. (Unless of course you want to tell her what a terrible job I was doing and how happy you are she's here.)
From Alice: I'm so excited to be working on this serial with EricA! I love hearing constructive feedback as I really want to get better, so please share suggestions for improving the story/writing. Although, if your feedback is going to be along the lines of, You're going to hell, etc. Save it for Sunday and don't bother contacting me.
Now, on to the disclaimers:
All the usual disclaimers apply. These aren't real people, and don't try this at home. If you are too young or easily offended, or if looking at this stuff is illegal where you are -- DON'T READ IT, DAMMIT! And finally --
SUPPORT NIFTY FINANCIALLY or else these stories will go away and you'll be left only with a flaccid penis and fading memories. (That's gonna happen anyway, but why rush it?)
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The first weekend after the start of the new school year and my life was more wonderful than I ever dreamed it could be - thanks to my beautiful sexy
manipulative Mom. On Saturday morning we carried out a plan to make Mr Jacobson, my history teacher, notice me even more than he already had. I spent a large part of the day with Freckles' family - mmm, boys to manipulate from 13 to 20 (unless you count the dad, too) as well as Freckles herself.
Now, with plenty of time still left in the day to cause some mischief, I asked Donna about creating a Facebook page.
Eric (my former persona) had one that he rarely used, so nobody would miss him if it disappeared altogether. One for Erica - the new me - would see a lot more use.
"We should wait till Jacob's home and .. acclimated to the situation .. before posting it. He emailed me today saying he hoped to be home in another week, but he didn't have the day."
Donna and I had gone to bed Saturday night late. We'd stayed up discuss ing my plan for Freckles over the coming weeks. I was dressed for bed in a pink satin babydoll nightie with matching bikini panties and Donna was in a more modest, yet completely sexy, mint green nightgown. It came down just to her knees, but would ride up as she shifted positions on the couch revealing the fact that she'd gone sans panties.
I was well and truly mesmerized by the sight of her shaved sex. So horny was I that I didn't bat an eyelash when Donna "suggested" that we try something new in our lovemaking. Making love with Donna was the best part of my day...even better than the malicious teasing I gave students and teachers alike walking through the school.
"Sweetie," said Donna, "I love your beautiful cock in me so much that I want you to experience being filled so completely."
What! I really hadn't thought about being on the receiving end of a cock as I was so used to using the one I had to be the one doing the fucking. I loved the feel of my cock sliding into her wet pussy and her climaxing all over my member and spewing my seed into her. The thought scared me as much as it thrilled me.
"Every pretty girl has to lose her virginity as some point," she explained. "It's only a question is will it be fun and enjoyable with someone who truly loves you, or is it a 'Wham, Bam, Thank you Ma'am' at the hands of some nervously sweaty boy that has no clue how to please a woman?"
"Mom, if I have to lose my virginity, I want you to be the one," I replied. The way she looked at me, with pure love in her eyes, I knew the occasion called for something more poetic. "What better gift could I give you than that for everything you've done for me. Please be the first one to ... to ... make love to me.. there... and I can be totally yours in mind, soul ... and now my body."
"Oh baby, I love you so much for giving me this gift. I promise to make it extra special for you!"
Donna took my by the hand and slowly led me to our bedroom. Well, it wasn't technically mine because we still had to keep up appearances, in case we had visitors, or when Jake had to show up, but for all intents and purposes, it was ours.
In the bedroom, she took the hand that she'd been holding and with both of her hands, brought it to her lips. Kissing her way down my arm, she gently nipped in different places along the way. After what seemed like forever, she reached my left shoulder. Turning me to face her completely, she began to slide the straps of the nightie from my shoulders.
Slowly she peeled the fabric down my body. Soon she had my breasts uncovered and began to kiss my left nipple while her right hand gently pinched my right nipple. I cradled her head and pulled her into my chest and began to moan. My cock was already hard in response to her ministrations.
"Oh God Mommy...yes! Pinch my nipple! Suck my titties.....feels so good!"
Donna continued her oral assault on my supple teen boobs making my cock feel harder than ever before. I could feel precum drooling into my panties soaking the shiny satin material. I so loved lingerie...it was one of the best things about being a girl. My only regret so far was that my cock made wearing certain panty styles impossible, or at the very least uncomfortable and without my gaff, threatened to expose the little secret now seriously tenting my panties.
Finishing with my boobs, Donna began kissing my flat, 14-year old tummy and in her travels south, removed the nightie leaving me standing there wearing nothing but panties and a smile. She kissed my cock through the precum drenched satin and licked hungrily at the growing wetness.
Freeing my cock from its satin prison, but not sliding my panties completely off quite yet, she licked the crown. Swirling her tongue underneath the sensitive glans, she began to tease that area with little flicks of her tongue. Eyes closed and with my head tilted back, I almost collapsed when I felt a warm wetness covering my dick. I looked down and Mommy had about half my length in her mouth. At that moment she glanced up at me and our eyes met and I felt such love for the woman sucking on the last reminder of my maleness.
My hands caressed the side of her face. I had an uncontrollable urge to grasp her head and fuck her mouth. Holding her head in my hands, I began sliding back and forth and after a few moments I could feel the cum building.
As the cum raced up my shaft, I held her head still. "PRETTY. GIRLS. ALWAYS. GET. WHAT. THEY. WANT!!!!" I screamed as I flooded Donna's mouth with my hot, sticky cum.
To her credit, Donna didn't spill a drop as she swallowed, breathed, and swallowed some more. She released my cock from her mouth and I collapsed back onto the bed after what, up until then, was the best orgasm of my young life.
I looked back at her and seeing her pretty face streaked with running mascara, mussed lipstick and hair wildly out of place, I began to cry..and you know how much I hate to cry!
"Oh Mommy, I'm sss-so sss-sorry for hurting you like that!"
"Baby, you didn't hurt me. I love every second of that. You're asserting your sexual dominance and I'm so proud of you!"
"Proud? Really?" I replied between sobs.
"Yes, sweetie; very proud! To get what they want in the bedroom, pretty girls take what they want from their partner. It's about your pleasure, always...fuck what the other person wants. Always remember that!" explained my sexy mommy. "Now...get on your hands and knees on that bed and get those panties off." ordered Mommy.
Hmmm, this was an interesting turn of events. I'm on the receiving end of mommy's dominance and felt the part of me that was nerdy, loser Eric start to takeover. Of course he would feel this way around such a hot, sexy, and nearly naked woman as Donna. He'd only ever be her plaything, never her equal. Remembering that, Erica took hold and brushed Eric away. In the back of my mind, I knew that my mother would never truly hurt the daughter she loved...really the only person in the world she truly loved and that this was another of her object lessons. I needed to listen and learn from her and so I did as requested (ordered really, but let's not quibble, okay?).
I looked at my mother straight in the eye as I slid the damp, satiny panties over my thighs and all the way off. Bending down, I retrieved the garment from the floor and handed it to her.
Donna looked at me so lovingly and pulled me into an embrace. Tilting my head up, she mashed those beautiful lips to mine. I could feel the greasiness of her lipstick and mine mix and slide across my lips. Her tongue parted my lips and began to probe my mouth. Our tongues dueled and I could actually taste my cum in her mouth. I'd never tasted cum before and found it to be quite good. I wondered if different people tasted different and at that exact moment realized that I wanted to suck a cock and taste the gooey cum from its source! I was going to make that happen...and soon!
The cock-sucking thought also awakened my own cock and felt the hardness growing between my legs. Donna also felt the hardening against her thigh and breaking our kiss, sighed, "Ah, youth! Such a wonder!"
Brushing my hair behind my ear with one hand, Donna whispered to me "time for you to truly experience being a woman. Get up on the bed love."
I climbed onto our bed (and it was ours, regardless of what that fucker, Jake, thought) and assumed "the position" and looked back at my mother. I saw her reach into the top drawer of her bedside table and bring out a bottle of, what I was to learn later, water-based lubrication. I could feel the creamy, cold lube as it slid along the crack of my ass and I began to shiver, not from the cold, but from the sheer excitement of what I was going to experience.
What I didn't see was the dildo that she also pulled from her magic drawer! It was blue and had beads ranging from small at one end and getting larger towards a handle with one large bead on the other end. Donna later explained to me that this was called a Jelly Fun Anal Wand and the beads were there to help me get opened up and enjoy the pleasures of anal sex. Boy was she ever right about getting opened up!
Donna slid the dildo through the lube and made sure it was well coated before placing it at the entrance of my rosebud. I could feel every bead as she slowly inserted it into my ass.
"Relax, honey. Try to relax your muscles...mmmm, that's it sweetie. You're doing great!"
It felt as if my ass was on fire as she inserted the toy deeper into my bowels. I tried so hard to relax my ass, but I'd never had something back there before and was really nervous. Her soothing voice encouraging and praising me, helped me to relax more and more and take more of the toy up my butt. Donna held the dildo at the last and largest bead to allow me to get used to the penetration.
"Unnhhhh...mmmmm...feels so full! God mommy, I love the feeling...Fuck me now!" I had never felt so full in my entire life...I'd certainly read about what if felt, but really getting my ass stuffed with this monster was another thing!
Donna put more lube at the entrance to my ass as she began to saw the beaded dildo in and out of my asshole. My cock got even harder as the dildo massaged my prostate as it went in and out at an increasing pace. She shoved the beautiful toy deep into me and said, "Hold on to this darling. Roll over on your back and do yourself a little more. Learning to give yourself pleasure like this is important, but I have an even more wonderful surprise for you!" I could see a naughty grin pass across her gorgeous face.
I felt her weight shift off of the bed and she disappeared into the closet for a few minutes. I rolled over and reached between my legs and with my right hand, grasped the shaft of the anal wand and slowly began to fuck myself. In and out, slowly and then more quickly...I loved the feeling of utter fullness in my ass. I could only imagine what fucking my own pussy would be like...or getting fucked in my pussy by a real, hot, hard cock. I dreamed that the dildo moving in and out of my asshole was Eric Jacobson as I closed my eyes and gave myself over to the most pleasurable feelings washing through me.
Precum was flowing from my 'clittie' and pooling on my tight tummy. Leaving the toy in my ass, I scooped up some of the seminal fluid with my index finger and brought it to my lip. Mmmmm, although it had no taste, sucking on the manicured tip of my finger, I loved the consistency of the silky fluid as I washed it around the inside of my mouth with the tip of my tongue.
I scooped up more of the fluid and then slowly traced circles around my swollen nipples with the precum. Yes, boobs were definitely on my list of favorite things about being a girl! As a boy, Eric did masturbate, but then again, what 13-year old boy doesn't? Only, as a boy, Eric had no idea of how sensitive nipples can be and the intense pleasure that emanates from them when they are played with, rolling them between thumb and forefinger, pinching and twisting them...oh so much pleasure! I could tease them through the cups of my bra, the lace of my favorite babydoll nighty or through the silk of a blouse when I decide to go without a bra. I loved my boobs and loved my mother for getting them for me as my 14th birthday present.
Lost in the pleasure of playing with my tits and the erotic fullness of my ass and the sensation of the beads of the purple dildo I was using, I failed to see one of the hottest visions ever...my mother had silently appeared at the bedside having removed her nightgown. She wore nothing else, but a black harness with a large, pink, lifelike-looking cock. It had veins up and down the shaft and a large mushroom head. Looking more closely, I could see that there was another device attached that appeared to be somewhere inside Donna's smoothly shaved pussy.
"Now that you've gotten all 'warmed up' honey, you're going to love this!" she cooed. "I bought this just last week and it only got here while you were at school the other day. As soon as I opened the package, I knew I couldn't wait for you, so I sort of 'test-drove' it yesterday while you were with Grace. I've use a lot of toys in my life, but this one is extra special! The cock you can see and it's removable from the harness if you want a little alone-time and it's got a plug that can be used in the front or in the back. I've tried it in both and I can't decide in which hole I like it best. You'll have to decide for yourself sweetie." she grinned.
In her right hand was a small box with wire leading to the harness. "Oh and by the way," she said flicking a button on the box and I heard a low hum, "It vibrates both the cock and the plug."
I felt a thrill course through my body and my cock began drooling precum even more freely than before with just the purple dildo. "Oh god mommy, you're really gonna fuck me and make me a woman!"
"Yes baby...I'm going to shove this fucker in your ass and make you scream!"
I quickly removed the dildo from my ass and flipped over and pointed my asshole right at Donna. Panting with excitement over what was about to happen, I could barely speak: "I... I'm so .. so... ready .. ready and wet for you...please, fuck me now!"
"Of course baby. Pretty girls always get what we want and I want to fuck you so bad!"
Donna took the bottle of lube and spread more over my little pink pucker and got me ready for my first real fuck. I wanted it so bad I didn't even want to wait for her to lube "her cock" ... but of course I'm glad she did. She told me later that it's very important to use plenty of lube when having anal sex. It's going to hurt anyway, at least at first, but that the lube will ease the pain and make it much more pleasurable for both people. You don't want your man to have a bad experience if you want to train him right! Give a man pleasure and he'll do whatever you want. "We have the pussies...we make the rules," she told me.
I reminded her that that statement didn't quite apply to me just yet. She told me that we would be changing that situation at some point, but that the attitude was what counts right now.
Of course I didn't argue, but I did wonder how I was going to get fucked and keep my little secret. That thought immediately escaped my female brain since questioning my mother's informed opinion about a topic like that was only something a silly, loner-boy like Eric would do.
My naked mother moved closer to the bed an pressed the head of her cock to my asspussy and began to thrust into me. My hole had not completely closed from the invasion of the purple dildo I'd been using, so she was able to sink in to the hilt immediately. She flicked the button on her remote and the cock in my ass began to buzz ferociously. I could feel every ridge on the cock against my sphincter as she drove her cock in and out. She would speed up her thrusts and then fuck me more at a more leisurely pace.
As she continued fucking me, she reach around my waist and grasped my own cock and began to jerk me off to the rhythm of her fucking.
"Ooohhh....ooohhh...unhh...unnh...oh god mommy, that feels so fucking good...keep fucking your baby-girl...make me a real woman mommy."
"Yes baby...mommy is fucking her little girl... beg me to keep fucking you!"
"Fuck me...please fuck me mommy... FUCK MEEEEEE!!!!"
"Oh baby...mommy's cumming....of fuck yes...oh god yes....feels so good...cumming!"
I lost track of time as she rammed that cock in and out and I could feel my little hairless balls brewing some serious cum. "Mommy....I'm going to cum in a minute....please keep fucking me...don't stop!"
I felt her withdraw the buzzing cock from my ass..."NNNOOOOOO....put it back in....I need you to keep fucking me!!"
"Baby...turn over...I, I have to see you shooting off when I'm fucking you."
I was on my back in a nanosecond! I grabbed my thighs spreading my ass cheeks wider and wider. She was back inside me in a flash and repeated her fast - slow - fast rhythm.
"I'm gonna cum....gonna cum for you......"
The cum splashed out of me in thick ropes, the first of which hit my chest and face I came so hard. The next blast ended up on both mine and Donna's boobs.
The next thing I remember is my mother's sweet lips on mine, kissing me awake. "Welcome back to the land of the living...You came so hard that you passed out."
Her cum-splashed boobs were dangling from her body and I lifted my head to lick my cum off of her tits. "Mmmm, I taste pretty good, huh?"
She laughed and licked my own tits clean of my cum and remarked, "Yes, as a matter of fact you do. I love the taste of your cum! I especially love it directly from the source." she said as she went down on me, cleaning off my little 'clittie.'
She scooped up a finger full and brought it to my waiting lips. "Here's more...you need to learn to love cum the way I do," she said as she pushed it into my mouth. "Make sure you always feed your lovers their own cum. It
establishes your power over them. Make a man regularly eat his own cum and there's literally nothing he won't do for you. If blows a wad in your mouth, share it with him. Make him take it...you can spit the rest out, but make sure he swallows. Any man who doesn't swallow for you ... don't waste another second on him."
Did I have a lot to learn, or what? And, wasn't Donna a fabulous teacher?
"Okay, you little prickteaser, Let's get the sheets off this bed and new ones on ... I refuse to sleep in the wet spot!"
Dirty ones off and new ones on, we washed our faces, removed the makeup (and the last of my cum) and crawled into bed, tired from our lovemaking, but deeply satisfied.
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The next morning I awoke alone. My ass felt like it was on fire from the previous night. The phrase "fucked raw" seemed especially appropriate for me today. I threw on a black and white snake print robe over my still-naked body. I'd seen it on the Sak's website and immediately fell in love with it. "It's only $200 mother, Jake can afford it."
"Sure honey. Just order it, and anything else you see that you like," my mother had replied when I told her of my latest lingerie desire.
I found a Philip Lim tank dress that screamed "Buy me, Erica", a pair of Christian Louboutin pumps to match and an Aubade bra to wear underneath. All in all it tallied about $1400, but who cares...Jake exists to provide money for Donna and me to spend as we see fit.
I did linger on the lingerie section for a bit and fawned over the sexy panties. I have numerous gaffs, red satin, black satin, thongs in different colors, but I desperately wanted to be able to buy matched lingerie. I've developed a severe attraction to lingerie since my birth as Erica. Slips, bras, corsets, camis, nighties, garter belts, stockings...lace, satin, silk, nylon, just everything! It's when I can't buy a matching set that I get a little depressed. Erica deserves sexy lingerie and a pretty girl always
gets what she wants. I was bound and determined to make the final transition, if for no other reason than to feel the sensual whisper of silk panties as I slowly draw them up my legs and nestle my hairless pussy in the gusset of the garment. I want to run my fingers across my hardening clit and into the humid wetness of my pussy and frig myself to orgasm.
Coming down from my lingerie-induced high, I went down to the kitchen and found Donna in a black silk wrap pouring a big, steaming mug of coffee. "May I have one too, Mommy?" I said as I walked up behind her and gave her a huge hug. I also copped a feel of her boobs through the wrap and felt her nipples stiffen immediately in response as I continued massaging her large breasts. "Pretty please?"
"Mmmmm...that feels good baby. Save it for later...I need caffeine after last night's adventure. Speaking of which, how are you feeling this morning?"
"To be quite honest, my ass feels like it's still stretched wide open," I laughed. "The sex was awesome though and I'll gladly trade whatever discomfort I'm feeling right now for how I felt last night. I want to do that some more!"
"I remember my first time. Losing my virginity was something I'd rather not remember because it was terrible for the both of us and why I wanted to make it so special for you."
"Mom," I said, "You couldn't have made it any better for me. I totally loved every second of it and can't wait to try it again. I love you so much Mom!"
"I love you too, baby. I'm so glad you enjoyed it and I promise that it gets even better! I can guarantee you that we'll do it again, and very soon. First things first...we need to discuss Jake's visit."
"Wow, what a way to put a damper on the mood!"
"I'm serious young lady! We need to discuss how we introduce Jake to his daughter, Erica. And part of that introduction is related to what we did last night. I told him not to make any plans for his first week home. That way, he won't be missed and we'll have him all to ourselves for an ... attitude adjustment?" I giggled ... Donna was so awesome and I loved her so much. "You'll need to think about how far you're willing to go to help me break him."
"I'll do anything you want."
No, she explained, I'd need to really think about it. She was going to trash his ego, destroy his morals, break his will.
"Okay, I'm all ears," I replied.
That asshole was coming home thinking he was in for a week of wild sex with his beautiful young wife. Oh, was he in for a big surprise. It would be a week. It would involve sex. His beautiful young wife would be part of it. But none of what we planned would be the least bit satisfying for him.
Donna explained that when he got home, she'd tell him that loser-boy Eric was spending the night with a classmate from school. They were playing 'Call of Duty' or some other stupid video game that was the latest rage with the 9th grade gamer set. That way she could have him all to herself with nobody to bother their opportunity to get 'reacquainted.'
It was all I could do not to retch thinking of my sexy mother in bed with that...that...man! Donna was mine and not Jake's...she was the one who loved me and made love to me. Then I calmed down and got control of my emotions as I know Erica is never, never not under control. I also realized that whatever Donna had planned was for our benefit anyway. Got to keep the human ATM alive and generating the cash.
No longer seeing green (the jealousy green, not the cash kind), I waited for her to continue. What was going to happen was that she'd get him into bed, blind-folded and begin her expert 'ministrations' and I would sneak back into the house after she'd texted me that they were heading to bed, of course under the pretense of making sure 'Eric' was otherwise occupied with his equally-a-loser friend.
Once back in the house, I'd get the video camera and go upstairs and film the action. What Jake wouldn't know was that once I got upstairs, the video camera would be switched to Donna. She let me know that Jake loved to role-play in the bedroom and his favorite game was to be the principal and liked for Donna to be the teacher's pet. She's planted that seed in him before he left for Africa. He apparently had a thing for young school girls, preteens and just budding teens. Well, maybe not really, but he thought Donna did and he'd so and say anything to make her happy.
Donna had surreptitiously visited some child porn sites along with some questionable downloaded content while he was sleeping and had the weblog saved in case she ever needed some blackmail material. She'd also visited those sites on his office computer as well just to make sure he couldn't talk his way out if having him caught was in our best interests. Was Donna awesome or was she awesome!
Donna and I would switch places while Jake was tied to the bed. We'd have
matching lingerie on and she'd remain dressed until I got there and I would only be filming her below the neck so to hide her identity. The scene would cut to Jake on the receiving end of a blowjob from me.
Wait one minute!! "I have to give Jake a blowjob???!!!"
"Of course. What did you have in mind?" she replied sweetly.
"I don't know, but it certainly was not what I anticipated. How can I suck off my father?" I then realized, Jake was NOT Erica's father, but Eric's
and this was all about being the Evil Princess that I am. I also realized
that sex, with whomever, man, woman, or child, related or not, was a beautiful thing, or it could be used as a weapon. Either way, it was solely for my benefit. I began thinking about the multitude of potential lovers, starting with Eric Jacobson, Paul from next door, Sean and Austin from across the street, Grace, Ms. Watkins and little William, not to mention his mother and father. Really, anybody I desired...
Approaching reality, I said, "You're right...so I'm going to blow your husband and he'll think that it's you. I know how devastating it would be to him to find out the girl in bed with him was really his own son, if that's what you had in mind. It's not like he's my real father, right?"
"Right. He'll be saying something like 'yes, suck my cock you little teenage slut. Suck my fucking cock!' and all the while it will be you sucking him off. Then I want you to climb on top of him, take him in your sweet, little ass and ride him. I'll be doing the talking. I'll say something like 'Oh baby, fuck your sweet little girl...fuck me, fuck your daughter. You know I love it daddy. I love it when you fuck your little girl like this!'"
"Mmmm, victim cock ... sounds delicious!"
Moving on with her plan, Donna would continue to videotape the incestuous coupling. She would then move to a different angle and tell Jake that she loved seeing him fuck their daughter while I'm bouncing up and down on his fat pole.
It would take him a minute to realize that Donna was not the person fucking him, but we simply wouldn't stop. She take his blindfold off and see that he was fucking a young girl, albeit a young girl with a penis. I'd then stand over him and jack my cock spewing my spunk all over his face, painting it with my jizz.
That's when Donna would feed it to him and make him swallow. She'd leave him tied up and put the video record in a safe place. Once she was back, she'd explain the facts of life to him and the consequences of not falling in line. He'd be devastated of course, what macho man wouldn't be devastated at finding out his only son had become a girl. She'd hold back the child porn part, just in case he refused to toe the line at some point.
Donna fully expected Jake to accept his new role, and what we'd done was best for Eric. Erica was here to stay, like it or not. In time, he'd become proud of his little girl and Eric would fade completely out of his memory. He might even get to continue fucking his daughter, but ultimately that would be my choice.
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Unh...I hate Mondays! Although, this was the day that Freckles would recognize that I owned her. I'd expect that she would open the package I'd given her over the weekend and be shocked at its contents. Then again, I'm betting that she didn't know who Philip Lim, Anne Klein or Michael Kors were, let alone that they were designers. I'd pegged her at a juniors size 7 and given her a designer safari outfit. I was dressed in a pink shift with elephants printed on the material. The idea was to give the impression that I was the 'object' of the safari... As if! In reality, Gracie had run into the biggest, baddest predator in the jungle and SHE was the prey!
Performing my morning toilette, I finished dressing in plenty of time for school. Scoping out the possible competition now that the upperclassmen were on campus and I saw a few that could prove potentially problematic. There was one senior girl, Amanda (Mandy) Smart, who happened to have a gaggle of fawning hangers-on, that I immediately tagged as the 'Smart Asses.' Passing them at the school entrance, I heard Mandy telling the group "...Bobby loves to see me in red. I bought the matching bra and panties just for him and wanted to see his eyes pop out when we finally did it."
"You did it with Bobby James!" exclaimed one girl.
"No! I thought you wanted his brother, Frank?" said another.
"Why can't I have both," Amy said coyly.
"No...what...when...oh my gosh" said the Smart Asses in concert.
Hmmm...looks like there just might be some competition for Queen Bitch of Thomas Jefferson High School. I knew that eventually, even Amanda Smart would recognize my dominance and become a submissive little slut to play with for my own amusement!
I found my way to homeroom and as expected, Freckles was already there and dressed in the outfit I'd provided. She still looked a bit frumpy and disheveled, but if you're the oldest girl in the house and no role model at home.." Sucks not being me," I thought to myself.
"Hey Erica," gushed Freckles.
"Hiya," I replied. "You look especially pretty this morning," I lied.
"It fit perfectly! How did you know my size?" she asked.
"Oh, fashion is a bit of a hobby of mine. I can look at a girl and know her size...look, over there by the bookcase. That girl is a juniors size 9... definitely bigger than you, but not a total fatty."
"I wish I had your eye Erica...you just know everything!"
I leaned in closer to her and in a low voice, replied, "Well, what I don't know is what you're wearing under that outfit, but I'd sure love to know!"
Freckles' face turned the color of her hair as she replied, "I..I..I don't really have any good underwear. My mother only ever bought me plain white cotton. She said it was good enough for her and it would be good enough for me. Plus, daddy won't take me...'too embarrassing' he says and 'besides, that's a girl's job anyway' is what he always tells me when I bring up the subject of needing some new underwear. He gives me a $20 and tells me to make sure I bring back the change. I've got like 2 bras and 4 pairs of panties."
I looked shocked. I also thought it wasn't the right time to mention that the Aubade bra I was wearing cost $135, probably more than she paid for her entire meager lingerie collection...."God, that sucks! Fortunately my mother is a bit less old-fashioned than yours was. As soon as I started growing boobs, mom started teaching me all about lingerie." Leaning even closer and checking around to make sure nobody was watching, I got close enough to give her ear a quick kiss and I whispered "I'm wearing a pink satin thong. You can't begin to know how delicious it feels. You're coming to my house this week and we're going to get you all set up." As I slid closer, I spread my knees a bit and her eyes were drawn to my thighs and she could see a bit up my dress and a hint of pink at the juncture of my legs.
Staring at my legs, she nervously replied, "I can't do that! I..I told you before, I, uh, I have to work."
"Look...you need to learn the joy of lingerie! How are you ever going to be my girlfriend, if you don't clean up a bit and look the part. There's a hundred girls in this school that would give anything to be in your place.
Do as I tell you," I told her quite firmly.
I was laying the foundation of my plan for this young girl. I'd decided that not only would she be my little bitch, I would make her into a hottie and severely corrupt her morals by turning her on to sex (pun intended) and pimping her out. Good god, I'm such a bitch!
The mousy little girl simply stared at her shoes, some chunky brown things that were almost worn through in a few places. Finally Freckles stammered, "ummmm, o-o-okay. I'll come by after work one night this week. I-I I'll tell daddy that we have an algebra test coming up and we need to start studying." She fidgeted even more in her seat and, in a low voice so that nobody but me could hear, said, "I love you Erica. I'll do anything to be your g-g-girlfriend."
"Of course you will hun, of course you will."
Things were starting off well in the corrupting of the morals department. I already had her lying to her father about why she was coming to my house. Step 1 - check!
I simply turned around and began filing my nails and read over my History notes...definitely want to stay up to date there. When the bell rang, I was up and headed towards the door. Bag Boy was waiting there a bit out of breath like he'd been running from 1 class to another. I unslung my backpack and handed it to him without a word and walked on to my second period class. Why the hell couldn't I remember Bag Boy's name...Mike or Mark...something like that. Oh well, like it really mattered anyway; just categorize him by the job he performs for me.
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I sat in my spot in the classroom and Bag Boy shyly handed me the satchel.
I gave him a little smile and wet my lips with my tongue and with that he blushed and dashed off to make it to his next class.
Mr. Jones continued with the 'What I did during the Summer' speeches and I tried to look interested in the inane ramblings of my classmates. Hopefully we were going to get into some different topics...I can only listen to so much of this drivel.
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With that class over, I drifted into World Literature. 'Aunt Carol' ignored my presence as had become her habit so I daydreamed until I was jarred from my very erotic vision of Eric Jacobson by the class bell. Yep, Bag Boy was back and escorted me..well, followed me like a little dog would, to the lunch room. Looking at him, I simply stated, "Biology, Watkins, go." and left him literally, holding the bag.
Entering the lunch room, packed with students as usual, I felt that I was being watched...drooled over by the geeky boys and jocks, and I'm sure, a number of the girls. It's good to be me! Looking around, I saw that Freckles was already seated with a salad and yogurt waiting at the empty place next to where she was sitting. I could see Bobby coming over with my normal entree, so I frowned, pointed to my watch, shook my head and said to him, "too late, tomorrow, be all the earlier." He looked like someone had kicked his dog as he hung his head and shuffled over to a table full of geeks huddled over laptops.
I took the open seat and opened the peach yogurt awaiting my presence, not asking if it was for me, but expecting that it was. I looked at Freckles and, pursing my lips, made a kissing gesture. Immediately blushing, she began to intently study the food in front of her and not even trying to meet my gaze.
"Um, I..I thought you might like peach, it's my favorite, and I hope you like it," she remarked quickly and somewhat nervously.
"Sweetie, if it's your favorite, then I'm sure to like it. My favorite happens to be Cherry...I'd eat that every day," I replied, batting my eyes. The sexual innuendo was definitely not lost on the little ginger girl as she blushed an even deeper shade of red.
I could tell that without a mother, a single father that works constantly, and nobody to truly pay attention to her, my influence was simply going to continue to grow. And with it, my opportunity to turn her into my own little plaything would grow exponentially the more I just listened to her and became what she immediately craved, a confidante.
The more I listened to her stories about life at the McCarthy house, I felt a growing compassion for Grace. After all, I wasn't a totally soulless, heartless bitch, I just played the part. I reflected back on something my mother (Donna, she was the one who gave birth to Erica after all), had said to me over the summer...that I couldn't be the bitch full-time, that I had to be a regular teenage girl sometimes, or I'd burn out by the time I was 15.
Donna had taken an active interest in me and had made me into the confident, sexy, and smart 14-year old teen queen that I am. What if she hadn't? I'd still be the lonely, loser-boy getting daily beatings from the bullies.
I got a little teary-eyed thinking about that, and I realize that Grace had stopped talking.
"Are you okay Erica? I didn't mean to upset you," she said quietly, hoping and praying that I wouldn't get up and leave her for good.
"Oh no, I just have something in my eye," I said quickly. "What time do you get off work tonight?" I asked, changing the subject.
"I'm usually done by 9 and then I start on our homework so I can get it to you before you go to bed."
"Does your dad take you home after work?" I replied.
"Umm, usually Patrick does that. Daddy stays at work and finished up his paperwork and looks at the upcoming events and makes out his order for the food supplier. He's rarely home before midnight or 1am."
"Gotcha. You said you'd tell your dad that we need to study, so tonight I want you to tell Patrick to drop you off at my house. My mother will get you home before your dad gets home. I've got a few ideas..."
"B-But what if daddy says no? Or what if Patrick won't go out of his way?"
"Grace," I began. "I'm only going to say this once. You do all of the work around the house, the cooking, cleaning, laundry and stuff, right?" I demanded. Not waiting for her response, I plowed on, "Women run the family, the men only think they do. Do not take no for an answer! We women tell the men what we're going to do, how things are. We make the rules!"
I'd given her the first lesson in truly being a woman. I'm definitely going to corrupt her morally, but why couldn't I help her be more than she is.
That's what Donna did for me, and something I could do for Grace. It was just then that I realized that I'd stopped thinking of her as Freckles and started thinking of her as Grace, a person...not exactly an equal, but a person nonetheless. She'd still be submissive to me, but could have her own domme side for others.
I gave her a quick hug and headed to my next class.
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Mrs. Watkins was standing outside of her classroom as students began to file in. I decided that I'd be on the front row for this class. I wanted to see how far I could push the envelope with her.
Following the sounding of the bell announcing the beginning of class, Mrs. Watkins began her lecture from where she'd left off the previous day. I began to watch her intently as she moved at the front of the room delivering, what I'm sure was a stunning lecture on aquatic life forms in rivers of sub-Saharan Africa, to which I paid little attention. I noticed that Mrs. Watkins' eyes would settle on me periodically throughout her lecture. She'd sweep her eyes around the room to make sure she was engaging the entire class, but I felt that she would study my body just a little more each time she would come back to me.
The fourth or fifth time that she looked back to me, I decided to have a little fun and see just what I could get away with. I always made sure that I made direct eye contact with her when I felt her eyes upon me and this time I shifted in my seat and briefly spread my knees just a little. The hem of my dress had ridden up was displaying my shapely, smoothly shaven legs and by the spread of my knees, might, just might, if one was looking for it, provide a glimpse of my silky pink panties.
My teasing continued and about three-quarters of the way through class I caught her in mid-stare. I could see her blush and look away as soon as I looked directly at her and I immediately raised my hand.
"Um, Mrs. Watkins?" I asked. Without waiting for her to acknowledge me, I continued in my sweetest voice, "My father is coming home from a dam project in southern Africa next week and I'm sure that he'd be happy to prepare a small presentation for the class."
"Ah, yes, um, I mean sure, Miss Somerville," she replied hesitatingly without looking directly at me. "That would be very generous of your father."
Speaking so directly to her, she turned in my direction as not doing so would not only be rude, but might cause some confusion with the students and have them wondering why she was a bit distracted. I leaned forward and pushed my breasts forward until the bodice of my dress looked about to burst at the seams. "Oh, I'm sure that daddy would love to come and meet the class and talk all about the dam project."
Sitting at the front, I could see a bead of sweat form on her upper lip as she realized my provocative mannerisms were being directed at her. My breasts rode high and proud on my chest and were pointing like twin headlights right at her while my dress had ridden slightly higher and I knew she could see my panties underneath and she was fighting a losing battle within herself to keep from stealing glances at my legs. I'm sure that there was something in her teachers' college curriculum about how to deal with inappropriate attention from students, but, giggling to myself, I knew the writers of that course content never anticipated someone like me when they envisioned the coursework.
Before too many students noticed Mrs. Watkins' growing difficulties, the end of class bell rang. In a bit of a higher voice than she'd probably intended, Mrs. Watkins squeaked, "As you recall the school science fair coming up in October. While it's not mandatory to participate, extra credit will be given to those that do. If you do decide to participate, the deadline is this Friday and you will need to provide me with a topic and a brief outline of your project to include a hypothesis statement."
The students began to file out of class and as I passed my teacher, I fumbled and dropped my pencil and as I bent down to retrieve it, aside from her perfume, I could also detect a different scent, more musky, but quite light. I realized that I was smelling her arousal...she'd gotten wet just watching my display during the class. Hmmm...very useful information for later.
I could feel a dampness in my own panties and wondered if Mrs. Watkins was going to hit the teachers' restroom as I imagine her panties were soaking and she might want to relieve the itch, so to speak. "Bye Mrs. Watkins...see ya tomorrow!" I said looking deep into her eyes. I had been nibbling gently on my right index feature as I'd said the words and wiggled the other fingers at he as I departed. Yep, she was SO going to bring herself off later. It gave me an incredible thrill to know that I could bring that kind of reaction and I could feel my own clittie throb at the thought. I might have to go and relieve myself when I got home later!
The rest of the day passed uneventfully although Mr. Jacobson looked quite conflicted throughout the course of his class as I gave him a few quick panty shots. For some odd reason, he sat at his desk for the last 20 minutes of class and didn't rise as the class let out. Oh, am I ever a bad girl!
PE was my last class of the day and we ended up going over the rules to badminton in class...what a useless sport, but I was determined to be one of the top female athletes in the school by the time I graduated so I actually paid attention and learned the game. I was going to demonstrate to Jake that his daughter could be an even better athlete than he was in high school and certainly better than his wildest dreams for Loser-Boy.
After class I went past the coach's office in the locker room and saw a flyer taped to the door announcing that week-long basketball tryouts would be held at the beginning of October instead of this week. Practice would start the third week of October as the actual season would kicf off in mid-November, somewhat later than in years past. Something to do with a new interpretation of the rules that I really didn't understand or care about. Well, I cared a little ... I really wanted to make sure I made the team, but on the other hand I wasn't ready to cut my nails. Every time I looked at them, I felt like an evil temptress ready to use them on my victims. It was a good feeling.
"Still haven't trimmed those fingernails yet, have you Princess?" a voice behind me sneered.
Wheeling around to face Kaylee Anderson...I'd overheard one of her little entourage call her by that name as I passed by her locker in the hall earlier in the day. "Why Kaylee...I'm so appreciative of your concern about my personal hygiene habits. Have you given any more thought to my little wager? I figured you had some time to think about it, especially while you were running laps in class last week." I retorted. "Your boyfriend, remember?
You do have a boyfriend, don't you? I mean, you're not that unattractive. I win and he's mine."
Kaylee looked at me, "Fine. If I win, then?"
"I'm not worried about that since I never lose. But to make it something worth your while," I started, while looking directly into her eyes, "You name it and I'll do it. Anything!"
She looked at me triumphantly, "I'll remember that you said that. I reserve the right to name it later so I have some time to think up something particularly nasty for you when I win."
Rolling my eyes at her as I brushed past, "Sure...right...good luck with that one! I don't think you're even that original anyway."
I could feel her hate-filled eyes drilling into my back as I left the locker room to meet my mother in the parking lot. Once in the car, I filled her in on the day's events, our little expected guest coming by later on and especially my encounter with Mrs. Watkins and Mr. Jacobson. I also informed her of my little wager with Kaylee Anderson and my desire to graduate as the top female athlete in school.
Donna said, "I'm so proud of you Baby! I've scheduled a meeting with the principal and your coach to discuss that phobia of yours -- you know, the one they have to accommodate and let you shower alone?"
"They already do that, Mom."
"I know, I meant for the away games you'll be playing." I snickered ... just thinking of all the trouble so many people will be going to just to keep my secret a secret, and they won't even know why they're doing it -- because it's my secret. Mine and Donna's and nobody else needs to know unless we want them to.
"I'm sure you will come up with something, at least for the short-term." I looked at her and began to tear up a little. In a soft, almost little-girl-like voice I said, "Mommy...I've been thinking. I want to become a real girl so much!" Bursting into a full-fledged meltdown as we continued home, I sobbed, "I-I-I h-h-ate this thing between my legs! I'm a girl!!!! P-P-P-Please tell me that we c-c-can m-m-make me a real girl! I want to wear pretty lingerie and have it fit right...I feel so uncomfortable all the time...like I'm not completely right."
"Oh baby, I know you want that and I want that for you, but I wanted it to be completely your decision...I didn't want the hormones to make that decision for you. I wanted you learn all the wonderful parts of what it means to be a girl first, before making that decision. Once it's made, it can't be undone."
"I know that Mom. You really think I'd EVER want to go back to being Eric again?" Cupping my boobs, I went on, "This is what I was meant to be. You only guided me in the right direction and I love you for it. I'm never going to want to be anyone other than Erica ever again."
"Okay sweetie. Full on girl it is! After all, pretty girls ..." she looked at me with raised eyebrow waiting for me to finish her sentence.
Wiping my tears I smiled for her. "Always get what we want!"