TG ARCHIVES;'Erica Unleashed in High School #5'{EricA}( F^B teen1 tg )[5!5]
"Erica Unleashed"
Erica Unleashed - Chapter 5
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I was over the moon! My mother had agreed to help me with my final transition and allowing me to be a complete girl...'full-on girl' were her exact words and I couldn't have been happier at that exact moment. I did have to stay on Planet Earth since Donna explained that the surgery would be extensive and the recovery something that would take time. "Baby girl, it won't be as easy as getting your boob job was. We have to plan it down to the detail and I have to find the 'right' doctor and discuss it in the 'right way,'" she patiently explained with a naughty gleam in her eye.
I knew that look! She was going to fuck our way into the operating room if she had to. I knew I'd have to show my appreciation for her efforts later on! I made a mental note to look at Adam & Eve later on tonight for some ideas on introducing a few new toys to our play.
We pulled into the driveway and I caught sight of little 10-year old Billy Heath next door playing with his sisters in their front yard. He craned his neck to see me getting out of the car and I rewarded him with a little peek of my panties as I spread my knees a little wider than necessary as I got out of the car. I could see him blush and suddenly look away as if he'd gotten caught with his hand in the cookie jar. "Hi Billyyyyy! Hey girls!
Howzit going?" I called out to the little group as we headed into the house.
With the naughtiness of flashing poor little Billy rolling around in my head, I went upstairs and dropped my satchel and purse on the bed in my room.
I looked at myself in the vanity mirror, and satisfied with my appearance, went downstairs to find my mother waiting in the kitchen looking at the interior of the refrigerator. Sensing she was thinking about dinner, I told her, "Don't worry about dinner. I'll handle it." Grabbing my cellphone from my purse, I texted Grace...'Dinner for 3 tonight, don't bring anything too heavy or too spicy.'
Donna, watching over my shoulder simply smiled. "You've got that poor girl wrapped around your little finger, haven't you?"
With a completely innocent smile on my face, I replied in a voice dripping with sarcasm, "Who me? You don't think I'd ever make someone do something they didn't WANT to do, do you?"
"Baby, I know you would!"
We both collapsed in a fit of giggles.
Recovering from the laughter, I began: "Seriously though, her family is in the catering business and we need dinner, why not have Grace bring it?"
"I'm good with it," she replied. "We've got to eat anyway, plus I just don't feel like cooking tonight."
"Mom, I told you what's going on with Grace and how her mom died and all. I know she's naturally submissive and everything, but I think she's someone who could use some help. Kinda like you helped Eric become Erica. Don't get me wrong...I definitely want to make her into my own little toy, like a Barbie doll. I get to dress her up, play with her and make her do what I want. I can also give her a gift too...teach her how to have her own little doll to dress up and play with.
"Oh baby, you are so like me in so many ways. That's exactly how I felt when I met Eric the first time. I saw this wonderful girl just begging to be let out. Someone I could teach to be like me and here you are. It's so beautiful!"
We hugged and kissed at the sheer joy we felt as I finally understood what it was like to be Donna. I had those same urges!
I could feel Donnas probing tongue searching for mine as she held me close and her hands gently caressed my face. My hands went around her back and snaked underneath her blouse and I began to massage her back as we continued our deep soulful kiss. I started to unclasp her bra, and, slightly out of
breath, Donna pulled away saying, "Not right now sweetheart. It's not quite playtime yet! We need to run to the mall and get a few things before your girlfriend gets here...plus, I have a surprise for you when we get to the mall."
I could see that her nipples were so hard from our play, the nubs were poking out through her sheer white blouse announcing her arousal. Straightening her attire, she took me ny the hand, turned and lead me to the living room and indicated that I should sit on the couch. She took a seat on the club chair and began to lay out the plan for Grace's visit tonight.
After introducing my mother to Grace, we'd eat at the kitchen table and then head up to 'my' room, which of course was only there for show as Donna and I slept together in the master suite. I'd talk Grace into a makeover, discuss lingerie and then one thing would lead to another. Donna had set up a nanny-cam and would be watching on her computer in the home office. Once she saw that things had 'progressed' sufficiently, she'd come into my room
on the pretense of offering us a late snack. Of course Grace would be totally embarrassed, but Donna would play the role of the concerned, but totally cool Mom.
I rinsed off in the shower at Donna's insistence and then dressed and fixed
my face. Mother was waiting for me in the hall glancing at her watch and frowning. "I take pride in my appearance mother, so sue me!" I grinned at her. "After all, you're to blame for all of this," I said, flowing my hands down my body. Donna just laughed and shook her head.
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We left and headed to Twin Creek Mall and Stephanie's Closet. On our way through the mall, I looked at the ear piercing kiosk and saw that Cindy wasn't working. Such a shame...I was so looking forward to a little teasing. Oh well, another time.
Before leaving for the mall I'd changed into a flirty little blue and white
Alice + Olivia flared mini-skirt and matching blue crop top. The skirt was so cute and really showed off my legs and the top showed just a hit of my flat tummy. Donna had a white silk shirt over a pair of Tory Burch silk shorts and I could see the desire in the eyes of all of the men and boys (and some of the women, both lust and envy) following us as we made our way to the specialty lingerie shop Donna liked to frequent...although for some reason, she had never taken me to this particular shop.
Entering the little store, a woman, who obviously worked there, came up and
greeted Donna with a hug and kisses on both cheeks. The woman's hand lingered a bit on Donna's shoulder and dropped to settle on her ass. I flicked my eyes to Donna and raised one eyebrow questioningly.
"Erica, this is Stephanie. I've known Stephanie for several years, ever since she opened this shop as a matter of fact. Stephanie, this is my daughter Erica."
Stephanie was a tall, lithe woman in her mid-30's, or so it appeared. She was dressed simply, in a little black dress with black peep-toe pumps and black stockings along with a strand of pearls circling her graceful neck. Her wavy black hair framed her gorgeous face and cascaded down her torso nearly reaching the valley of her breasts. Looking at her expanse of cleavage, her breasts stood prominently from her chest and did not show a hit of sag and were at least a 38C, maybe a D.
Rather than extending her hand for a simple handshake, I noticed her well-manicured nails and the bright shade of red that adorned them. Clasping both of my shoulders, she drew me into a tight embrace. "Erica, I'm so happy to finally meet you. Your mother has told me SO much about you and I couldn't wait to finally meet you!" she gushed. Turning to my mother, her arm still draped across my shoulders, she scolded my mother: "Darling, I can't believe it took you THIS long to finally introduce us!"
"Steph, I told you it would have to wait a bit. She's still getting rather used to all of this."
Stephanie released her grip on my shoulder and went over to the front door. Locking the door and putting the 'Closed' sign in the window, she glanced at us over her shoulder and said: "That's one of the benefits of owning your own store. You get to close when you want!"
I glanced at Donna, confusion written on my face. Did this woman know my secret? What HAD my mother told this woman? Donna made a calming motion with her hand to signal me to relax. I knew that my mother would never put me into a negative situation and I could feel my already fast beating heart, settle back to a more normal rhythm.
"Let's go to the back and get better acquainted. Oh, and Donna, I did set aside a few items that you asked about. They're soooo adorable! I just got them in last week."
"Thanks hon...I know I can always count on you!"
My head was still swimming slightly as we left the main store display area and went back to what I expected would be a fairly dirty stock room with lots of boxes. Passing through the door, I was treated to the sight of a small room with mirrors on 3 sides and an almost circular white leather couch.
Soft lights from the ceiling bathed the room in a soft glow, not the harsh lighting you'd expect from track lighting. The back wall was not mirrored, but was hung with a number of fashion plates depicting gorgeous women in various states of dress and undress. Scattered on the chrome and glass table in front of the sofa were a number of filmy fabrics of all colors...black, white, pink, blue, purple and more!
"Welcome to my private showroom ladies!" Facing me, Stephanie addressed me directly, "Erica, I set out a few things your mother thought you might like to try. We're also going to properly fit you for a bra."
I quickly said, "But I already know my size...it's 36C."
"Trust me, over 80% of the women in this country wear the wrong bra size. At your age, it's really important that we get you the proper fit," she replied. "We're also going to send a few things home with you for your friend. Your mother explained the situation and I've got a few of last year's styles that I can part with and help out your friend. We'll want to get her in here too, for a proper fitting. For tonight, I've suggested a few things I think she might like and put some different sizes for you to help her with just to get you both started. okay. To get you started Erica, I need you to take off your top and remove your bra."
I began to blush a deep shade of red. Seeing my discomfort, Donna tried to help me relax and laid a comforting hand on my back. "Don't worry baby, it's just us girls here. No need to be nervous."
Donna drew the zipper down at the back of my crop top. Drawing the garment over my head, I remained standing there in my bra and skirt. I reached back an unfastened the bra and let the straps slide down my arms as I dropped it on the sofa.
I heard a sharp intake of breath from Stephanie as she said softly: "So beautiful..." Collecting herself, the woman, visibly turn on from the appearance of the sharp points of her nipples, said in a husky, halting voice, "T-turn around. I-I need to measure for the band size. Arms up, slightly."
She pulled a cloth tape measure around my rib cage, just below my breasts.
Looking at the measurement and jotting it down on a piece of paper, she then had me bend over until my upper body was horizontal to the floor. As she slid the tape measure around until it encircled the fullest part of my chest. Her fingernails lightly grazed my nipples making them harden into little beads and the pink areola crinkle in excitement. She gathered the tape and then wrote down the numbers on her pad.
"Okay honey, you can stand up now," she said.
I stood and crossed my arms across my chest to keep warm. I shivered slightly, not only due to the sexual excitement, but because the room was damn cold!
Stephanie smiled slyly and said, "I know it's a little cold in here, but that's on purpose. Like, in strip clubs, they keep the place frigid so the dancers' nipples stay hard. It excites the audience, plus the dancers also get a litle horny when they're on stage and the cool room allows them to not get 'over-heated,' shall we say. I do it for the same reason. I allow ladies to come back here for some lingerie parties that I host from time to time and, well, you get the picture."
Turning her attention to the pad with the measurements she took, she explained what she'd done. "I took the measurement around your torso, under your breasts. That's your band size and you measure 35 inches. Now, bras come in even sizes so we'll try both a 34 and a 36 to see which fits better. The next measurement helps determine your cup size. You measured 39 inches and subtracting your band size from the other number. The difference is your cup size. A 4 inch difference means you should be a D cup. I'll go and get a 34D and a 36C to see which fits you better."
Stephanie disappeared back into the shop while I sat down next to my mother. "What's going on here," I asked her.
With a naughty glint in her beautiful chocolate brown eyes, she explained: "Like Stephanie said, you needed to be properly fitted for a bra. We also needed a few things for Grace when she arrives."
Not totally buying her story, I said warily: " And...you said something about a surprise??"
"Oh, that. I don't want to spoil it, so sit there, be beautiful and just go with it...whatever happens. Where did Stephanie go?" she asked nobody in particular.
A few minutes later, Stephanie appeared carrying an arm-load of different bra styles. She explained the large pile of bras she'd unceremoniously dropped on the sofa next to me: "Your bra size will vary with different styles. We'll try a few different styles and see what works. We'll go a size higher with the demis and the push-ups.
We spent the next 20 minutes trying on various colors and styles. I was right that a 36C fit me, but only with the lower cut ones and, surprisingly to me, found that a 34D fit best with the more fuller coverage ones. Steph would linger on my breasts as we'd change from one to the next and I was getting incredibly turned on by her feather light touches at the sides of my boobs. As we were finishing with the bras, I noticed a small bump at the front of Stephanie's midsection that I hadn't seen before.
She noticed me looking at her and with an expression of intense hunger, said to my mother: "Donna, I think it's time to give your little girl her present."
She stood and with her back facing me asked me in a voice, deep with lust and desire to unzip her dress. I slowly lowered the zipper and saw the band of her bra appear and then as I got lower, I saw the soft white globes of her ass. I noticed that she was wearing a black lace garter belt that looked to match the bra, from what I could see. As the zipper hit the end, Stephanie gathered the fabric of the dress and slid it down so that she could step out of it. I could tell that except for the bra, garter belt and attached stockings, she was otherwise completely naked. I could see her reflection in the mirror in front of us, but only from the waist up. In another mirror, I could see my mother sitting elegantly on an expensive looking sofa, watching as if she were royalty and a show was being staged solely for her amusement.
My hands went to my breasts and I began to pinch and twist my nipples stoking the flames of my passion. I felt a hand on my shoulder and soft lips on my neck. The older woman spun me around and pressed her hungry lips to mine. I could feel her tongue seeking mine and I met the challenge head on.
Tongues dueling for supremacy, we kissed for what seemed to be hours. It was at that point I felt something poke my lower tummy.
Breaking our kiss, I glanced down and what I saw sent my head spinning so much I plopped down on the end of the leather sofa. There, staring me in the face, framed by the lace of her garter belt was a long, thin, and quite erect, penis with a small tuft of black pubic hair just above the base of her cock. Her cock was maybe 5 inches long, but quite thin. Mine was a little thicker, but not much.
I looked up at her face framed by her raven hair as she smiled and nodded.
"We have a lot in common, don't you think," said the beautiful woman.
I could only nod dumbly as I heard my mother behind me say "Suck her baby.
Take that beautiful cock in your mouth and worship it! I want to watch you take that wonderful cock and suck it...lick it...love it!"
Wrapping my hand around the base I tentatively stuck my tongue out and lapped at the precum dripping from the tip. Like my own, her precum had no real taste that I could detect...just a slippery, silky texture. I'd had experience stroking my own penis when I'd masturbated so I applied my self-learning to the cock in front of me. It felt strange handling another penis, but not unpleasant. Rubbing my hand up and down her shaft, I began to spread more of the precum along its length. I was in awe of what was before me! Yes, my mother had made love to me with that incredible dildo and taught me how to properly suck a cock, but that was only with a rubber cock. Until this exact moment, I'd never seen a real, live dick up close, except my own.
I realized that my own penis deserved to come out and play so I stood, deftly removed my skirt and gaff allowing my cock to rise to full attention. Sitting back down, a bit more comfortable now despite my complete nudity, I resumed my exploration of my newest toy. I examined the flaring head, the prominent ridge underneath, and the veins covered by the thin outer skin. I stroked her little hairless balls that were tucked closely to her cock as I heard the woman whimpering at my touch.
Leaning in, I planted a kiss on the little helmet and then let my tongue slide up and down the shaft spreading my saliva and her precum all over. Finally I took the spongy head in my mouth and began to run my little tongue around the head feeling all of the textures that were part of a real cock. I took a little more in and began to bob my head back and forth alternatively licking and sucking. I placed my left hand around the base and began to
slowly jerk her off as I continued my oral assault.
Above my slurping noises, I heard Stephanie groan, "Oh GOD Donna...your daughter sucks an excellent cock! Oh, yessssss...suck me baby!"
I let her cock out of my mouth with a wet pop and continued to pump my hand
up and down while I looked at her directly in the eye. "I want you to get
down here and return the favor," I said in a throaty voice.
"Lay back love," said the older woman. "I want to have a taste of some 14-year old cock!"
She dropped to her knees and I looked up into the mirror on the ceiling. I could see my mother smiling, and then she gave me a little nod of approval, to let me know she was pleased with my performance.
"I love you mommy!"
"Oh baby, I love you too...so much! I'm so happy that you are here right now and I'm so excited that you are enjoying your present." Watching her teen daughter getting sucked by a beautiful transexual was exhilarating for her.
Stephanie wasted no time and I could feel the tip of my cock hit the back of her throat and incredibly kept going. I looked down and my entire length was buried in her throat and I felt her nose against my pubic bone. While Donna has sucked my cock numerous times, she'd never deep-throated me...the experience was mind-blowing!
Backing off now, Stephanie began to bob her head in a slow rhythm as her tongue swirled on the underside of my shaft as it went in and out of her mouth...I could feel the pressure in my balls building.
"My ass...I've got to have you in my ass!" I panted. I didn't want to shoot off in her mouth...I wanted Donna's mouth on me when I came.
I turned over on the couch, bracing my hands on the seat and presented my hot asspussy to my new lover. "Mommy," I said. "I want you to suck me while Stephanie fucks me from behind!"
Donna shifted her position and sat on the floor and began to take my cock into her waiting mouth. As my cock split her lips, I felt cold, wet liquid spread across my asshole as I shivered with anticipation (not to mention the cold fluid). Looking back over my left shoulder, I saw Stephanie with a bottle of Astroglide in her hand. "You couldn't have warmed that up before
you got started, huh?" I asked.
"In a minute, you won't even remember that sweetie," she answered in a low,
lust-fueled voice.
I was glad I'd taken the opportunity to get cleaned up before we left for the mall as I felt her lube-covered finger enter my back door and begin to open my ass for a much larger invader. Instinctively I clenched my ass and felt my sphincter tighten around the invading digit. The sensations of my cock being surrounded by my mother's warm, wet mouth and her tonguing of the sensitive glans and Stephanie's finger in my butt probing for my prostate sent me over the edge.
"AAAAAAAAAAA....Oh my God....cumminggggg...fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Oh god I'm cumming soooo hard!" I screamed as I felt spurt after spurt erupt from my cock
into the cavern of my mother's talented mouth. I saw her struggle to contain my ejaculate and little ribbons of cum leak out at the corners of her mouth.
In the pure bliss of one of the most intense, body-shaking, knee-bending orgasms I have had in my short life, I never felt Stephanie remove her finger
and push her cock into my ass to the hilt. All of a sudden I had the feeling of complete fullness in my butt. I didn't feel her entry, but I sure felt it when she gripped my hips and began thrusting her raging cock in and out.
The feeling of being fucked by this sexy shemale was so intensely erotic that I needed to share it with my mother. Looking down below at Donna, her face darkened with a sheen of sweat from her oral ministrations, she shimmied to a sitting position on the sofa between my arms. Taking her hands, she
lovingly caressed my face and brought her lipstick smeared lips to mine. Opening her mouth she deposited my own semen in mine. Swapping the cum back and forth between us. Remembering my mother's admonition that I should always feed my lovers their own cum, I realized that she expected no less of me and with that thought in my mind, I finally swallowed the cum/saliva mixture.
Donna extricated herself from between my arms and stood to watch her 14-year old daughter get royally fucked by another experienced lover. I also could see that apparently she hadn't fed all of the cum to me as she leaned in and shared a dollop with Stephanie.
"MMMM...so good, Donna. She tastes divine! I'm going to have to get some for myself..."
Placing her hand between my shoulder blades, my mother pushed me down until
my boobs were mashed into the leather of the couch. "Yes...isn;t that better baby...so much better for you to get properly fucked by your first cock!"
"Oh God Donna...you mean she's a virgin!" panted the raven haired beauty as
she gripped me with a fierceness and increased the pace of her pistoning into my abused ass.
My cock had not lost its hardness as the massaging of my prostate by Stephanie's hard stick and I felt Donna's hand close around my cock and begin a slow stroking. "Mmmm...baby, I've fucked her with a strap-on dildo, but you are her first real experience."
Hearing the fact that I was technically an anal virgin and she'd officially
taken my ass cherry caused an eruption of epic proportions. I could literally feel her cum spray the insides of my anal passage as she ejaculated in
my innards. Spurt after spurt went into me and I could feel the hot jizz lube my passage as Stephanie continued to fuck me.
I was oblivious to her screams of pleasure as blood pounded in my ears and it seemed that my whole world had narrowed to feeling her member slide in and out of me. I felt the now familiar pressure building in my sac and I announced my own impending orgasm.
Withdrawing her pulsing cock from my ass, I felt an incredible sadness...like I was missing a part of myself...I loved the feeling of having something inside me and idly wondered if I would have the same feelings when I had a true pussy of my own. I couldn't wait until I could again feel that delicious fullness of a hard cock shoved up my ass!
Stephaine's soft, yet strong hands turned me around until I was facing her. Dropping to her stocking-clad knees, she took my throbbing cock into her passion-dry mouth. I could feel the heat within her and the dryness of her tongue as she grabbed my ass and sucked my length within her lips.
Her mouth was only dry for a moment until I felt myself let go. She had opened her mouth like a baby bird awaiting its mother to place food into it and I threw my head back and deposited my load in there. Hot jet after hot jet landed in and around her mouth. Once I had finished my return to reality, I looked at the woman who just fucked me raw and sucked me dry. What an erotic sight...There was cum in her hair, across the bridge of her nose and on one cheek.
My knees were so weak that I collapsed on the couch. Laying there breathing heavily and trying desperately to catch my breath, I could feel the semen from my ass begin leaking onto the leather. I was so spent that I could hardly speak, but croaked: "I'm sorry about the sofa...."
Donna looked at me and began to laugh. "After that fuck, you're worried about the leather...that's the first thing you had to say??!!"
Both women were caught up in a bout of giggles at my expense.
"...and THANK YOU!!!"
Another round of giggles ensued from all three of us before my mother reminded me: "While this has been a blast, no pun intended, we're going to have to get home and get cleaned up. Grace will be there in about an hour."
Having used a wet wipe to remove the remaining traces of cum from her pretty face, Stephanie kissed me deeply and remarked: "Are you sure you're only 14? Based on the sex, I would swear that you're so much older!"
"Well, I am my mother's daughter," I quipped.
"Amen to that, sister!" she replied. "You fuck like your mom too. I'm still tingling all over...I know you've got to go, but I want to make sure we do this again, and soon!"
My mother promised: "Steph, I can guarantee this is just Act 1!"
"Oh goodie...more for me," I said.
I wiped the brown-ish white fluid that had dripped down my thighs with a handy wet wipe that was on the table and began the process of getting my clothes back on. Once we were all dressed again, Stephanie packed a large shopping bags with several of the bras I'd tried on along with some camis and silk tap shorts, slips and some nighties. She also added to the mix another small bag she'd prepared for Grace.
She winked at me and said: "Have fun with your little girlfriend tonight! I'm sure she'll love what I put in here. If even half of what your mother told me, this lingerie stash will most definitely get her ready to go."
As I walked back through the mall, I realized that I had that 'just fucked'
look plastered on my face...I saw the knowing looks of people I passed...yep, no hiding that! I embraced my sexuality and the intimacy of what I'd just experienced and I couldn't give a shit who knew it! I was happy with who I was and what I'd done and if people didn't understand that, FUCK THEM!
Mom and I traded our happiest memories of the evening's events in the car on the way home. I was sexually sated, but still felt the familiar urge to dominate wash through me as I anticipated the upcoming events. While this might have been dinner...I still had dessert to enjoy!
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I stood in the shower of the guest bath under the hot water cascading down my tight, toned body from the large, ceiling-mounted rain showerhead as the
early evening's activities played like a movie trailer in my brain.
As I washed my breasts, I could almost feel Stephanie's hands caressing them as she embraced me from behind. Lost in my little fantasy, I felt my cock harden at the thought of her warm breath at my neck...kissing...nibbling. A shiver ran through me and the fantasy was so real I reached back to find her hardness, but simply found nothing. I closed my eyes and gave my self over to the fantasy within my mind and stroked myself to a satisfying, but necessarily quick, orgasm.
Back in reality, I finished my shower and draped my self in a thick terry-cloth robe, wound my hair in a towel turban and padded off to my closet. What to wear, I thought to myself. Hmmmmmm...It was just phase 1 of my little plan, so nothing overtly sexual. I wasn't ready to let my little secret out quite yet with Grace, although at some point it would be inevitable, but first I needed to ensure she would be ready for that. I'd have to groom her to be my little toy and make sure she wouldn't be in a position to let the cock out of the bag. I giggled to myself at the little joke.
In the end, I chose to go 'age-appropriate' and all pink. Pink gaff panties, pink lace demi-bra, pink Pink t-shirt and pink yoga pants. I went light on the make-up and frosted pink lip gloss and pulled my hair back into a tight ponytail and curled my bangs. Looking in the mirror at the gorgeous teen staring back at me, I thought: "God, I'd definitely fuck me!" Studying my reflection in the full-length mirror behind the bedroom door, I bent over and saw that the back of my panties just peeked above the waist of my yoga pants...just little enough to tease!
I heard my mother in the shower, so I headed downstairs and flipped on the tv to something mindless as I waited for Donna to finish dressing. I glanced at the clock on the cable box and it read 8:12pm...just about 45 more minutes.
Picking up my cellphone, I texted Grace: "When n what r we eating? I'm getting hungry n impatient"
Hearing the tone signifying an incoming text, I looked at the screen: "30 min. Medtranen chicken n sum veggies. Luv u!!!"
I replied simply: "C U in 30"
"Hey Mom," I shouted up the stairs, hopefully loud enough to be heard above
the pulsating shower. "She'll be here in, like 30 minutes!"
Plopping down on the couch and putting my sock-less feet on the coffee table, I heard my mother reply: "Hold on sweetie, be down in a bit!"
About 15 minutes few minutes later, Donna appeared in the living room in her favorite short, black and white zebra striped silk robe. Her hair was damp and I could see wet patches on her robe around her breasts where she'd not completely dried off from her shower. I felt a familiar growing warmth in my crotch as I saw, in my mind's eye, her naked form after having slipped off that same robe numerous times in my presence.
Shaking my head to rid the vision in my mind, I made some mindless small talk as the clock ticked closer to the arrival of my intended conquest. Finally the doorbell rang and my mother went to greet our guest. Donna, opening the door, still clad in her short robe, began: "Well hi! You must be Grace. Erica has told me so much about you. Come on in."
From my vantage point, still on the couch, I could see the little ginger girl's eyes go wide at my mother's choice of attire and beging to blush deeply. "Um, h-hi," she stammered nervously. ""Uh...thanks for letting me come over and study with Erica."
Grace was dressed in black jeans, a white t-shirt advertising 'McCarthy Catering' on the breast pocket and a big greeen shamrock on the back, and had black Converse high-top sneakers on her feet. I could see that the t-shirt
had some stains on it, unsurprising for someone working in a kitchen, and the shadow of her bra was visible underneath. I loved to see the outlines of lingerie underneath clothes; panty lines, bra straps, the hint of underwear peeking above the waist band, it was such an incredible turn-on for me!
Grace's flame red hair was in a loose knot at the nape of her neck with wispy strands at the corners of her eyes.
Donna pulled the younger girl into a light embrace and Grace's eyes were just about level with my mom's boob, the nipple of which had hardened considerably, and she was staring at the raised nub poking through Donna's expensive silk robe.
Seeing Grace's brother, Patrick, all 6'2" of his hard body, bags of food in
styrofoam containers in hand, still in the doorway openly ogling my mother. I could tell he was getting aroused by the way his jeans had noticeably tightened in his crotch area. Popping up from the couch, I sidled up to Patrick. "Yummy, is that for me," I asked him as my eyes swept across his body finally looking up directly into his eyes from underneath my long lashes.
Not missing a beat he replied, "Anything you like in particular?"
Continuing our sexual-tinged banter, I batted my eyes and whispered (as if I didn't want my mommy to know how grown up I really was) "Wellll, I do love the proteins!"
Not letting the situation get to charged, my mother said: "Thanks for bringing her by to study with Erica! If you go through that doorway, You can put those bags on the kitchen counter. I'm Donna by the way."
"I'm Patrick."
"Nice to meet you Patrick. After we eat, the girls will study and I'll bring Grace home midnight-ish," my mother said as Patrick disappeared into the kitchen.
Reappearing shortly, he said: "Not a problem. Dad's still working and won't be home until 1 or after so I'll still be up anyway if you'd prefer me to
pick her up."
"Oh, I'll bring her home. It's no bother; plus they may finish early and decide to watch a movie or something and I'll get her home. No need to rush them with a set time or anything."
As he was just about to walk out the door, I Gave Patrick a quick hug, brushed the back of my hand across his package and feeling his cock twitch, and
whispered in his ear, "I'll have to try your protein next time."
Closing the door behind Patrick, I turned around and heard my mother tell me to take Grace up to my room while she got dinner set up. Taking Grace by the hand I lead her up the stairs towards my room.
As we walked in the room, I said to Grace: "Put your stuff over there on the bed and then sit over on my vanity stool."
As Grace turned around I could see confusion mixed with a little sadness flash across her face. I think I even saw a little glistening at the corners of her eyes.
It hit me that she might have become a little upset at the flirtation between Patrick and me, so I simply asked, albeit in a slightly firm tone, "Okay. What's got you upset all of a sudden?"
Grace became very interested in the tops of her sneakers and remained silent.
"Out with it," I said in a somewhat firmer tone. "What's gotten into you!"
That did it. A flood of tears began to flow as she turned her back to me and began to sob: "I-I-I th-th-th-thought y-y-you loved m-m-m-me. Y-y-y-ou were h-h-h-itting on my b-b-b-rother. W-w-w-hy d-d-d-d-on't you l-l-l-ove m-m-m-meeee??"
I let her go a few moments before placing my hand on her shoulder and turned her towards me. I took her face in my hands and, as she was about 6 inches shorter than me, tilted her head up to look her directly in the eye. I gave her a quick kiss on the lips and said: "I do love you sweetie, but you need to understand something. Being a girl comes with some amazing power. Some girls can handle that and others can't. I can, and I choose to exercise that power. I'm going to help you, like my mother helped me..."
"B-b-b-but it was my b-b-brother," she said, interrupting me.
I grasped her shoulders and pushed her back slightly until she was at arm's
length. "And?"
That comment took her back slightly. I continued on: "Look. It doesn't matter, I'm going to flirt with whomever I want, man, woman, boy or girl. You need to understand that and know that I will not apologize to you or anyone for being who I am. We females have the pussies and we get to make the rules." Turning her towards the mirror over the dresser and pointing at our reflection, I said: "Now, do you want to be like me? Or do you want to continue to be what you see in the mirror next to me?"
In a small, almost little girl-like voice, Grace replied, "I want to be more like you."
I knew at that moment that this girl would be willing to submit to my will. I wasn't yet ready for her to know my secret, but I knew she'd accept it...and enjoy it. It still remained to be seen if she could become dominant for anyone, but I would try to reach her, as would my mother.
"We'll work on that," I replied in a throaty, lust-filled voice. "Right now!"
I moved behind her, and with my hands on her shoulders, began kissing the side of her neck. I kissed first one side and then the other. I moved my right hand to caress her neck as I continued the kissing and gentle nibbling while my left hand snaked around to cup the slight swell of her left breast. I felt the stiffening of her nipple beneath the fabric of her t-shirt and bra underneath as I also felt her body shiver in response to my intimate touching.
Tilting her head back, she began to moan softly as I continued to caress her neck and breast. Slowly I moved my hand from the left breast to the right and began to pay attention there. Continuing to moan softly, she melted into me allowing me to lok over her shoulder to see the rising and falling of her chest as she began to breathe faster.
I could tell that she was close to climaxing simply from my manipulation of
her boobs and I didn't want her to cum just yet so I turned her towards me and began kissing her lips. I pierced her soft mouth with my tongue and began probing its depth eagerly searching for her own tongue. My own hands began to move through her hair as the kissing became more urgent and she mewled like a small kitten as my tongue danced feverishly with hers.
Slowly I moved my fingers to the hem of her shirt and teasingly reached beneath and stroked the soft skin of her back. Higher and higher my hands traveled underneath the t-shirt until I came in contact with the band of her bra. I continued my feather-light touches and moved my fingers up and down...from bra clasp to the waist band of her jeans, continuing to let her get used to being touched. On one downward stroke, I let my fingers slip deliciously under the top of her jeans until I felt the elastic of the panties she wore.
Our kissing continued more rapidly and with increased passion as I let my hands roam across her back. I didn't want her to recoil by moving too quickly at removing her shirt so I allowed my hands to roam freely under her shirt and deftly reaching beneath the top of her panties to tease the cleft of
her ass. Grace moaned more deeply into my mouth as we continued our soulful kiss.
Sensing the time was right, I began to lift the bottom of her shirt higher until it was necessary to part our kiss and allow the t-shirt to be fully removed. I looked at her chest, covered as it was with a flimsy white cotton bra that looked to have seen better days. Tossing the garment onto the floor, I kissed her once again, my hands reaching around to fiddle with, and
release, the bra clasp. I drew the straps of her bra off her shoulders and down hers arms. The bra joined the t-shirt on the floor. Grace looked at me with a mixture of fear and longing in her eyes as she wrapped her arms around her chest, demurely covering her breasts.
"No," I said, "I want to see you."
Moving her backwards towards the bed, I turned her so that I could sit on the edge of the bed with her facing me. As I sat on the bed, I was able to lean forward and moved her arms away from her chest. Her boobs were almost
non-existent and only protruded slightly from her. Her nipples were pink and very puffy while the surrounding skin was milky white and the rest of her skin was dusted with light freckles. I looked up at her face as she embraced me drawing my face closer to her tiny tits as she wound her fingers through my tresses.
My arms wrapped around her back as I licked first at one pink nipple and then the other. I could feel the pounding of her heart beneath her breast as she let herself descend into the depths of her pleasure. Massaging her back, I continued alternating between nipples, strands of my saliva leaving wet tracks over her chest. I looked up at her again and saw that her eyes were closed, and her head thrown back in ecstasy as she panted her excitement.
I began kissing from her nipples down her soft, slightly pudgy, tummy and licked her little 'outy' bellybutton and felt her quiver sharply. My hands began to undo the button of her jeans and I felt her freeze for a second, unsure what she should do. Should she stop me and return to being the good little Catholic girl that went just a bit too far and restore her modesty? Or, should she give in to the intense, hedonistic pleasure threatening to consume her?
I felt the tight muscles go slack as she gave in to the pleasure. I'd succeeded in breaking through that last wall that separated the good Catholic girl from the slut within!
Knowing she'd surrendered to me, I resumed the unbuttoning of her jeans. Once undone, I slid them slowly down her legs, making the anticipation unbearable as I could feel her hands entangled more and more tightly in my hair. As her jeans continued their southward movement, I was treated to the sight of her little-girl panties coming into view. They were white (of course) with little blue flowers all over and they were well-worn with small holes in places where the cotton had separated from the elastic. I noticed a wet spot forming at the front and saw the outline of her slit through the almost translucent fabric. I could also smell the fragrance of her arousal, which made my mouth begin to water in anticipation of drinking her juices.
Curling my fingers underneath the waistband, I drew her panties down until they puddled with her jeans around her thick ankles. I stood up and turned
her around and said breathily, "Sit down...I want you naked!"
Grace sat on the edge of my bed as I knelt before her and began to remove the jeans and panties. Once she was fully naked, I had her scootch up on the bed. "Move up towards the headboard," I said.
She'd moved up just enough that her knees were at the edge and her lower legs dangling over. I slid my hands over her thighs and opened her legs to allow unfettered access. As I massaged her thighs, I planted kisses as I closed in on her most intimate place. I parted her thighs wider until her pussy was fully revealed to me. Her Mons pooched out slightly and she had a sparse dusting of wispy hair over a small slit that glistened with a growing moisture.
"You're beautiful," I croaked as my mouth had suddenly gone dry.
Grace hunched forward, raising her torso up slightly so she could look down
at me as I knelt between her knees. Her cheeks colored slightly as she replied in a voice fraught with emotion, "You're the first one to call me beautiful Erika. I love you so much!"
Looking her directly in the eye, I said: "You are beautiful and I'll scratch out the eyes of anyone who says different."
She lay back against the comforter covering the bed and let out a deep breath in a whoosh of emotion. I ran my hands up and down her thighs as I surveyed the flesh of her lower body before me. Even as Eric, I'd dreamed of seeing a naked girl before me on the bed, but only as Erica, was I able to live the dream. I love to eat pussy and Donna had schooled me in the art of cunnilingus and I was intent on making the best of my instructions to bring off the girl in front of me...give her a screaming orgasm!
My thumbs parted the soft outer folds of her labia exposing the pink inner lips and drooling hole. I spread Grace's legs wider as I dove in and began
to run my tongue up and down her slit, occasionally dipping my tongue into her moist depths. Her pussy had opened to me like a flower to the warming
sun. I licked and sucked on her pussy and slid in one finger as my lips and tongue toyed with the little button of flesh at the top of her slit. It was as if an electric current was passing through her body when I gently nibbled on her tiny clit. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAA....ooooohhhhhhh.....goooooddddd....aaaahhhhhh," I heard her scream as her orgasm consumed her.
She'd clamped her thighs tight against my head as I fastened my mouth to her sex to drink the juices from her intense orgasm and swallowed her slick discharge as it poured forth from her pussy.
As she came down from the high of her orgasm, I moved from between her legs
to lay on her body and began to kiss her allowing her to taste herself on my lips. So deep into our kiss, I almost missed the telltale squeak of the
top step.
"Oh shit...get dressed...my mother's coming up the stairs!" I hissed at Gracie.
THAT certainly got her attention quickly! She popped up off of the bed in a flash and started to untangle her clothes from mine and scooted into the adjoining bathroom. I heard the 'tick' of the lock as she closed the bathroom door.
My mother knocked loudly and said through the closed door, "Is everything okay in there? It sounded like someone got hurt or something!"
I'd gotten my pink t-shirt on and my yoga pants halfway up as I replied, primarily for Grace's benefit, "Nope...everything's fine mom."
Opening the door quietly, I winked at Donna and whispered: "Oh my god! she cums, like, in buckets!"
I kissed Donna and allowed her to taste what remained of Grace's juices on my lips and heard a muted, "mmmmm."
A bit more loudly I said: "Oh, hey mom. Grace and I were just laughing about this poor little boy that follows us around between classes like a little lost puppy and I was laughing so hard that I tripped on the edge of the bed. No harm, no foul."
Seeing Grace open the bathroom door slightly, Donna sniffed the air and looking between me and Grace, said: "What's that smell? I can't quite place that perfume...what is it?"
I immediately looked over at Grace who'd turned the deepest shade of red that I'd ever seen anyone turn and without taking my eyes off of Grace, I replied: "Sex."
Grace's eyes got as big as dish plates. I think if she could have melted into the woodwork, she would have, but I busted out laughing and turning back to my mother and said: "But seriously, it's the Dolce and Gabana 'Light Blue.' I wanted Grace to try it on...I thought she might like it."
Chuckling a bit, Donna said: "Well, dinner is on the table. You can finish doing your makeovers when we're done eating. Get your butts downstairs; I'm famished and the food smells divine!"
"Okay mom. We'll be down in a sec."
Donna closed the door and padded back down the stairs. Grace had finally emerged from the bathroom and began to hyperventilate: "Y-y-y-your m-m-m-mother knows w-w-w-what w-w-w-we w-w-w-wer doing. Oh god! I c-c-can't g-g-go down t-t-t-there now!!"
I walked over to where Grace was about to collapse in a heap and grabbed her shoulders. Looking her in the eye, I said firmly: "Calm down! Relax!"
"B-b-b-but...s-s-she knows..."
I took the opportunity to smack her on the check and said a bit more firmly: "Quiet! Stop blubbering and sounding like a little bitch."
She looked at me wide-eyed and cupped her left cheek with her hand as I saw
tears starting to form at the corners of her eyes. Taking her chin in my right hand, I drew her face closer to mine, kissed her lips gently and began to wipe away the tear drops with my left hand. "Shhh. It's okay! Just relax and you'll be fine."
Grace finally calmed down enough to ask me, albeit with a little firmness, "Why did you hit me like that?"
Hmmm, a little steel in that backbone...I like that! I said: "Look. I'm sorry, but you were starting to fall apart and I needed to get your attention. From now on, don't whine like that again...it's unbecoming of my girlfriend."
"I-I-I'm sorry Erica. I promise not to do that anymore. I was just worried what your mother might think of me and you. I mean, you know, like that!"
Giving her a dismissive wave, I said: "Don't worry about it. I'm not...why should you? Lesson #2, don't worry about the reactions of others. Dismiss their reaction and they'll dismiss the issue. If you make a big deal, they will too. The idea is that you control the situation, okay?"
"Um, okay."
"Let's go eat."
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Donna had set the table for the three of us, she at the head of the table and Grace and I at each side. Sitting down, I noticed that a half-glass of white wine was at our respective places, and watching Grace, I made no comment.
"Um, Mrs. Somerville?" Grace asked softly. "Um, I'm not allowed to have wine. Daddy says we can't until we're at least 18. Uh,, we can have Communion wine, but that's kinda different."
"First, call me Donna. I look for my old, doddering mother-in-law when I hear 'Mrs. Somerville' and I'm neither old nor doddering," my mother replied, with a mischievous smile on her red lips. "Secondly, your father is not here and...in my home, I make the rules and I allow Erica to have a small glass on special occasions and so shall you. Pretty girls..."
"Always get what we want," I finished. While Grace didn't know what we meant by that exchange, she would, soon enough!
Grace took the admonishment to heart and stared at her plate, so I kicked her shin and, in a exaggerated motion, held my shoulders back and sat up straighter to indicate that she should do the same. I'm going to get through to her, one way or the other!
Dinner was delicious and both Donna and I told Grace so. "What's all in this, Grace?" Donna asked.
Now in her element, Grace excitedly explained: "Well, you see...it's my grandfather's recipe. You marinate the chicken in a blend of garlic, herbs and white wine, and then put it in the oven. There is a mixture of diced tomatoes, olives and some onions that you cook together along with some spices, salt and pepper. After about 30 minutes in the oven, you spoon the mixture over the chicken and continue baking for another 20 minutes or so. Once
it's done and ready to serve, you sprinkle it with feta cheese. It's my favorite dish to make!"
Donna replied: "So, you made this yourself?"
"Yes ma'am!"
"Well it's divine...don't you think so Erica?"
"You bet, mom. It's fantastic!" I answered.
We finished eating and Donna said: "I'll manage the dishes...you girls go on and finish your makeover. I won't bother you, but will tell you when it's time to take Grace home."
I got up and grabbed Grace by the hand and lead her back up to the bedroom. Closing the door behind me, I said to the ginger girl: "Okay. You'll need to get your clothes off so I can have you try on some lingerie. You've GOT to upgrade your lingerie, girl. Your undies need to be burned!"
"B-b-b-but what about d-d-daddy? How am I-I-I going to explain t-t-this to him?" she stammered in response.
"You're in the habit of exposing yourself to your father regularly?" I teased.
Again, she turned a deep crimson and nervously replied: "N-n-noo, b-b-but my little sister will t-t-tell."
"Look, you're the big sister...you TELL the little sister what to do! God girl, have you even been listening to me!!?? YOU control the situation...YOU lay down the law with HER, not the other way around. Be firm...Jeez!"
"O-o-okay...I can do it."
"I know you can sweetie!" I said as I put my arm on her shoulders. "Now, strip! I need to see what I'm working with here."
More blushing and stammering..."Relax," I said, chuckling. "I've already seen it before...I'm surprised you don't remember...you nearly woke the dead when you came!"
She continued blushing, but began to nervously disrobe. Once she was down to her cotton bra and panties, I said: "Wait. Turn around slowly." Twirling my finger, I said to her: "All the way round." Pursing my lips, I studied her figure. "Okay, let me get a tape measure. I had a bra fitting earlier and I want to make sure I have something to fit you."
I repeated the process that Stephanie had done for me earlier. Mentally tallying the numbers, I said to Grace: "Yep, just as I thought...you're going to be a 32A. Medium panties, I think." I went over to a drawer I'd cleaned out earlier and where I'd stashed the bras and panties I'd brought home from 'Stephanie's Closet' and pulled out a few bras and the matching panties and tossed them onto the bed.
Standing behind Grace, I deftly unclasped her bra and had her finish taking
it off. I took a moment to slide my hand around and tweak her right nipple and I felt her shiver at my brief touch. I picked up a neon pink bra and
handed it to Grace and said: "Go ahead and try this one on. Once you've got it adjusted, put the panties on, too, and let me see!"
The more she tried on, the more comfortable she became. "I want to go ahead and have you wash your hair...we're going to style it...and try on some makeup. Take everything off and let's go into the bathroom so I can wash your hair for you."
I drew her a bath and had her get in and wash off. While she was washing, I slipped off my tee and stood there in a bra and my yoga pants. Kneeling next to the tub I began the process of washing and rinsing her red tresses. Once finished, I had her climb out of the tub and dry off and as she was finishing, I came up behind her and slipped my hand down in front and between her thighs cupping her mound. I slid my middle finger into her little cleft and twirled her clit, feeling it peek out from its protective hood. Her wetness began to increase with my manipulation and I slipped my finger between her folds into her humid pussy. I slowly finger fucked the smaller girl as she began to pant her excitement and I saw that her own hand had found its way to her small tits as she lightly teased her hard nubbins.
The pace of my fingering increased and her climax washed over her and as she exploded, she mouthed a silent OOOOOO.
I turned her around to face me as I planted a very wet kiss on her quivering lips. "Mmmmmm, very nice!" I said to her. Fun's over...for now. Put this robe on and sit at the vanity."
Grace sat at the vanity and asked: "Why's the mirror covered?"
"That's so you only get to see when I'm done."
For the next hour or so, I sprayed, dried, rolled and brushed her hair and worked on her makeup, as Donna had done for me for the first time months ago.
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Finally....."Ready for the big reveal?" I asked Grace.
She nodded nervously as I reached for the towel draping the mirror. "Ta-daaaaaa!!!!"
I heard a sharp intake of breath followed by a soft sob. She reached out to touch the mirror as if to satisfy herself that the reflection in the mirror was not a live person, but a true reflection of herself. Grace was utterly speechless...It was a fabulous job, of course, since it was yours truly
wielding the implements of beauty!
Unintelligible sounds poured forth: "How...what...but...who...Oh. My. God!!"
Very pleased with myself, I said: "Okay. Get dressed and meet me downstairs in 3 minutes."
I was sitting on the couch chatting with Donna when Grace came down the stairs a few minutes later. I'd laid out a sleeveless, green satin Ann Taylor dress and matching green 3 inch pumps. Her hair had been done in a french twist with one wispy strand dangling by her left eye and she was wearing my favorite 24 ct. gold hoops in her ears.
My mother looked at me and then at Grace and said: "Where's Grace and who are you?"
"Mommmm!!" I said, rolling my eyes.
"Grace...Unless I knew better, I wouldn't have recognized you; you look beautiful...and SO grown up!" said my mother.
Grace replied: "When Erica uncovered the mirror, I didn't recognize myself! I had to really look to make sure it wasn't someone else...I-I-I can't believe what she did!" Almost as quickly as she hit the high, she started on the downward side and started to tear up as she said: "But I can't go home like this. My dad thinks I'm studying, not playing dress-up."
We embraced as I whispered to her: "what'd you choose for underneath?"
"The black set," she whispered back, a naughty tone to her voice.
Breaking the hug, I said: "Okay Cinderella, time to go get changed. It's almost midnight."
We trudged back up the stairs and got her washed and scrubbed and back into
her own clothes...with one exception. I made her wear the black set...an unlined lace bra with a deeply plunging cut and matching black lace boyshort panties. I was SO going to throw out her cotton bra and panties.
We piled into Donna's car for the drive to Grace's home. As we got out, I told her that she was to have Patrick bring her over each night so she could 'study.' In reality, it was so she could practice her makeup and hair. Like I was really going to do it over and over? As if!
"Oh, now don't forget, Grace, email my Algebra to me before school. I really need to rewrite it before I turn it in. Toodles!"