Demonbred
Elliot Silvestri
copyright 2012 by Green Bush Publishing
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The characters and events portrayed in this work are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. Contains adult material that might not be suitable for all audiences. This work is a fantasy; in your own life be sure to follow safer sex practices.
CONTENTS
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 ...