Date: Tue, 26 May 2015 19:57:24 -0400
From: EricAunleashed@aol.com
Subject: Erica Unleashed in High School - part 4 (TG-teen)

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.

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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.

===================================

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.

============================

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.

============================

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.


=============================

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!"