Demonbred

 

Chapter 1

 

Erika never expected to get picked up the first time she went to a lesbian bar alone. She found she couldn’t say no to the attractive older woman who bought her a few too many drinks and then asked her to come back to her place.

“You’re trying to get me drunk just to sleep with me, aren’t you?” Erika asked, her words were giddy. She knew she was drunk and normally she’d never go home with a stranger, but all of that was forgotten now.

“Yes,” Althea said. They were in the older woman’s car. It was nice, even in her inebriated state Erika could see that. They had already left the city, had zoomed past the suburbs on the interstate, and were headed out into the surrounding semi-rural region. She wondered if she should be worried, but the kisses Althea had given her in the bar had assuaged any concerns Erika might have once had. “You look very young.”

“I’m legal,” Erika said.

“I’m sure,” Althea agreed. “Have you had sex before?” she asked abruptly

“No,” was Erika’s quick answer.

“I mean, have you ever had made love with a woman before?”

The focus of the question gave Erika pause and she reconsidered her answer. “Yes,” Erika said. “In college.” It was a half-truth. Did drunken groping and kissing with a study partner from bio class count as having sex with another woman? “Karli. She and I got drunk and…well, it didn’t go as far as I wanted, but probably further than I expected.” She wondered why she was telling this to a woman she barely knew but desperately wanted to have sex with.

“Do you like the idea of having kinky sex?” Althea asked.

It was the question Erika had been waiting for her entire life. “Yes,” she answered, but the desire in her voice was slightly muted by the goofy grin that spread across her face.

“I’ll bet you do. Can I find out tonight what kind of kinks you like?”

“Yes.”

The rest of the ride was quiet. Althea rested her hand on Erika’s thigh whenever she wasn’t shifting gears. Erika tried to keep her wits about her. Her panties were getting wet and she didn’t want to seem overeager.

At Althea’s very large house they parked inside the garage that had a truck and another car waiting inside. Althea led her young lover inside, through the huge kitchen, past the sumptuous living room, and up the stairs. Erika wondered what Althea did to earn enough money to afford such an expensive house.

“You’re just out of college, aren’t you?” Althea asked ask they walked up the stairs. Erika’s eyes were nearly level with the other woman’s ass; it was hard for her to concentrate on anything else.

“Yes. Got my degree and moved to the big city.” She giggled at her rhyme. That was unlike her. Erika normally carried herself much more seriously, but she was caught in the moment and wanted Althea to like her.

“Good. Find a job yet.”

“Just temp work.”

Althea didn’t say anything else and simply led her young lover into her bedroom. Erika tried not to gasp. One wall was nothing more than floor to ceiling windows that looked out at a large rolling field that was mostly obscured in the darkness. The bed was huge. The furniture looked heavy and old and expensive. “Don’t be overly impressed by the exterior trappings,” Althea said. “Material goods are temporary. But I find it sometimes helps enhance passion in some women.”

“You’ve had others up here?” Erika asked.

Althea smiled, trying not to laugh. “You are not the first,” she said.

“Yeah, that would make sense.”

And then Althea moved close and they were kissing. Erika parted her lips and Althea pushed her tongue forward, invading her mouth. Althea’s hand touched the back of Erika’s head and rand down the length of the girl’s long brown hair, slid down the curve of her spine, then came to a rest on her buttocks. Erika shivered. Their breasts mashed together. Erika wanted to reach up and caress Althea’s short blonde hair—cut in an obvious butch style, but that was okay—yet she didn’t have the courage to do so. Kissing and pressing bodies together was fine, but actually having the audacity to caress was beyond Erika’s ken.

Without warning Althea pushed her back and evaluated the pretty young woman carefully. “Strip,” she ordered.

“What?”

Althea took on a superior, haughty tone. “We can’t have sex if you’re wearing your clothes,” she pointed out. “Now strip. I want to enjoy this. Don’t make it obscene.”

Erika took a step back, shocked. But then realized this was why she was here. She had dressed casually for the bar: jeans, a white button down shirt with an ornamental vest thrown over it. She took a deep breath and shrugged out of the vest and placed it on a side table. Althea sat down on the edge of the huge bed. Her black skirt slid up her legs revealing the edge of her thigh stockings. Her white silk blouse was hardly revealing in the bar, but in her bedroom suddenly two buttons had been done and she was displaying cleavage Erika hadn’t noticed before.

Althea watched as Erika unbuttoned her plain cotton shirt and revealed a white bra. Her eyes didn’t move or blink. Setting her shirt aside, Erika unzipped and pushed down her jeans. In a moment she was wearing just her bra and white panties. Only now did she hesitate, it was the moment of truth. She met Althea’s eyes and reached behind her back, locking eyebeams with the older woman’s deep blue eyes, with a simple twist her bra was released. Her heavy breasts relaxed and the straps slipped from her shoulders. Nonchalantly Erika tossed the scrap of material aside. Her breasts stood up strong and proud, the pink nipples were erect and she knew she didn’t have any reason to be ashamed of her body. Still, Erika wished it wasn’t so soft and curvy. She wished she had spent more time in physical activity and less eating ice cream. Althea didn’t voice any displease at the young girl’s body.

Then Erika placed her hands at the elastic waistband of her panties. Althea’s eyes were still locked on hers. Erika had to look down, unable to meet the other woman’s gaze any longer. She knew that made her seem submissive and that was fine with her.

Steeling herself Erika hooked her thumbs into the elastic and pulled them down her legs, casually stepping out them. Once naked she remembered an art history class and stood before Althea posing. Her torso was slightly twisted, one foot was flat on the floor, with the other she balanced on her toes and the balls of her foot, just ever so slightly hiding a blatant view of her pussy. She didn’t shave herself bald, but just trimmed the sides and the length.

“Very pretty. I approve,” Althea said. “Turn around.” Erika pivoted on one foot, displayed her buttocks to her lover-to-be, waited along moment, and then completed the pivot. “No tattoos. No piercings, how strange for a young lady like yourself.”

Erika blushed. “Yeah…needles scare me. Even a bit of pain, I can’t stand it.”

Althea suddenly jumped up from the bed, took two quick steps, and caught Erika’s chin between her thumb and forefinger. Erika didn’t resist when Althea turned her head to one side, then the other.

“Not even your ears?” she asked.

“No. Too scared.”

“It must have made you quiet the rebel in high school.”

A light laugh escaped Erika’s lips. “Barely.”

Althea nodded in approval again. “Now you may undress me.”

Erika was now determined to go forward regardless of circumstances. Her hands were slightly shaking as she unbuttoned Althea’s blouse and helped her remove it. Her skirt was easily unzipped and fell to the floor. Erika got to her knees to pick it up and Althea told her to remain there. The older woman wore the thigh high stayups, a white bra, and black panties. She was perfectly elegant looking down at the girl.

“Are you submissive or do you like to take charge?”

Erika lowered her eyes. She knew the answer and it was hard to say because it was the truth. They both knew the answer, but she knew she needed to speak it aloud. “Submissive.”

“Good. You know your place. Help me with my bra.” Althea turned around and Erika reached up to unclasp it. The straps came free and Althea turned back around. Her crotch was practically at eye level with Erika as she sat back on her heels. “Now my panties.”

Her fingers were trembling but Erika forced herself to pull down the woman’s undergarment. She revealed a neatly trimmed triangle of dark blond pubic hair. Right above the tiny triangle was an intricately worked tattoo of a circle interlaced with complicated lines and strange symbols. Althea looked down at the younger woman. “You know what to do.”

Erika just nodded, closed her eyes, and pressed her face forward into Althea’s pussy. Her hair was soft and her scent was musky but not unpleasant. Erika trembled slightly at her nervousness but almost immediately settled down. It was easy to part her lips, push her tongue forward and seek the half-obscured slit of Althea’s pussy.

A sharp inhale told Erika she was doing exactly what the older woman wanted. Erika pressed forward seeking the moisture and pleasure between Althea’s legs. Instead the blonde stepped back catching Erika off guard and letting her stumble forward to the carpet. Althea was unconcerned. She moved back to the edge of the bed, sat down, spread her legs, and then laid back on the mattress. From her vantage point low on the floor Erika could see the liquid excitement oozing from between Althea’s legs. Her pussy lips were slightly puffy and open revealing her cunt. She quickly crawled forward and buried her face in the other woman’s cunt.

It only took her a moment to decide she was in heaven or as close a version of that place as existed in the material world. There was nothing wrong with eating another woman’s pussy she realized; it was perfectly wonderful and natural. She took pleasure in giving Althea pleasure. The blonde started writhing under Erika’s tongue and lips. She then added a finger to the mix, slipping it up and into Althea’s vag. The older woman shivered a moment when the finger went in, then immediately settled into the stroking upward that Erika employed. From there it was only another moment or two before Althea gave herself over to orgasm; her legs shook and her pussy flooded Erika’s mouth with sweet juices.

Not knowing what else to do, Erika remained crouched between her older lover’s legs as Althea recovered from her climax. Finally she said, “Are you sure you’re a virgin? Never done this before?”

Erika blushed and shook her head. Althea’s head was slightly propped up with a pillow and she looked down at the girl between her legs. “No. Nothing before really.”

Althea gestured the brunette up to the bed next to her. Erika did as she was bade and pressed her soft body next to the slightly more toned and muscular torso of the older woman. They kissed lightly. Althea tasted her pussy on Erika’s lips, a taste she was accustomed to. “Are you a true virgin?” Althea asked. “Never had a boy’s cock in your pussy?”

True to her somewhat naïve nature, Erika blushed again. “No. I was too shy in high school and in college…up ‘til now.”

“What’s been in your pussy?” she asked pressing the issue. Althea’s hand traveled down the girl’s smooth skin, wound its way through her small thicket up pubic hair, and then lightly cupped her labia, not penetrating Erik’s pussy.

“Like what?” Erika asked, confused.

“Like anything that you or someone else has put inside you. Tell me everything. I like hearing women talk about their sex lives.”

“Umm, you mean besides tampons and such?”

Althea waved her hand dismissively. “Skip over the clinical stuff. I don’t need to know your gyno put a speculum up your twat.”

“Well, that would leave my fingers. I guess Karli’s fingers.”

“Anyone else’s fingers?”

“No.” She closed her eyes, not able to admit the honest truth to Althea’s face. “I’m pretty inexperienced, I guess.”

“Never gone out on a date with a boy? Or a girl?”

She shook her head. “Not really. A couple of times. I guess the boys thought I was a cold fish—but I wasn’t really interested in them. Sexually, you know. And the girls I went o