The Succubus, the return
By
Donna Z.
Donnaz33 at yahoo dot com

Copywrite Donna Z. 2007-all rights reserved, please don’t steal
this.

Story elements: F/F, F/f-cons, mc-sci/fantasy, rom, oral, anal,
mild fetish play.

This story is part of my “New Series,” or “Marin Stories.”  This
is a fictional story, any similarity to anyone living or dead,
any particular place, or institution is purely coincidental. 
This story is intended for adults only, and if you are not adult
over 18 or don’t like stories of lesbian lust and happiness, or
can’t legally read this in your locale, please leave now.

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The first light of dawn broke through the windows of her room,
and Jera Mondano came awake gradually, but persistently.  A
stretch, a yawn, and the young woman was up and putting on a robe
and padding off to the bathroom.  The dawn sun spilled into the
east windows, filtered through sheers splashing a diffused and
almost surreal light throughout the bedroom..  On the bed, a cat
named Grimsby also stretched and yawned and then followed Jera to
the bathroom, jumping up onto the sink vanity.  Jera turned on
the faucet a little and the handsome shorthair calico lapped at
the falling water happily.

It was another Wednesday, a work day in the middle of the week. 
But for Jera, work was no farther away than her computer table. 
The morning shower was refreshing, and the attention she gave her
skin after the shower left the attractive, well maintained,
Mediterranean complexioned woman feeling great as she headed
towards the kitchen.

Breakfast was a toasted muffin, some peanut butter, and a glass
of juice.  Grimsby received fresh nuggets and water and few
chopped ham pieces.   Then, it was off to the “office,” a
sizable, but cozy alcove off from the kitchen with walls covered
with the awards that Jera had earned for her writing.

The morning paper was waiting by the mail slot, but Jera left it.
 Today’s calendar had a book signing in San Jose, lunch with her
agent in San Francisco, and then the promise of more work on her
latest gothic romance/mystery novel.

The morning’s mail looked light; there was just a book signing
and lunch reminder from her agent.

Suddenly, Jera felt an old and familiar presence behind her, an
old friend, also alerted by Grimsby as he growled lightly, arched
his back, and puffed up his tail.

Turning around, Jera saw the tall man dressed in black.  The
arrival of this man was not expected, but not any cause for alarm
either; Jera and the man have known each other for centuries. 
Grimsby on the other hand, fled the room.

“Baphomet, still making grand entrances after all this time.”
Jera said with a smile, “What brings you to my home, old friend?”

“Oh, I was in the neighborhood and thought I’d stop by and see
you; it has been some time.  You look ravishing my dear;
existence has been most kind to you.  I would have come earlier,
but I wanted to respect your privacy.  Sorry for scaring the cat
but you know he makes me sneeze.” Baphomet said with a smile, his
eyes twinkling.


“And you look good too, sir, and it’s good to see you. But
please, if you say you wanted to respect my privacy, this means
you have already seen all there is to see this morning.  As for
Grimsby, he forgives you and will respect your wish to stay
away.” Jera replied with a genuine smile and a wry chuckle.  “I
like the outfit, it’s so Goth, and you wear it well.  But, you
did not come here to chit-chat old friend; what is going on in
the world beyond that makes you need my help?  Oh, and let me get
you a cup of coffee, the body you have commandeered looks like it
could use a cup.”  Jera continued.

“I think Mr. David Clark of Oakland, California would like that;
two sugars too please! Baphomet replied in a friendly tone,
adding, “And yes, you are a lovely person.”

The two sat at the dinette table, and Baphomet spoke, “Jera, I
will come to the point.  There has been a disturbance in the
continuum, and I am asking for your help.  There is a young woman
locally that has ‘the gifts’ but this girl does not know that she
possesses them just yet.  She lives in a rather difficult
situation, and is coming to adulthood with questions about her
orientation.  Her parents are quite the believers in the religion
of the bodies which in and of itself is unimportant, but what is
troubling is the pressure that is being put upon this young woman
to conform to their wishes, and not to her own, and it is
disturbing the continuum as this girl is contemplating suicide,
and that is unacceptable to the ‘higher ups.’  I have been sent
to ask you to help right away.”

At this point, Baphomet waved his hand, and the young girl was
there before them as a hologram.

“She’s lovely! Jera exclaimed, “But good grief, she is so plainly
dressed; it hides her beauty.  It’s like someone is trying to
snuff out this girl’s loveliness. That’s what this is about; we
have a tug-of-war going on over this girl.  The Bodyist group
detects the powers and wants to crush them.  The issue is
complicated by the girl’s concerns about her homosexual feelings,
and do you feel the lust in this girl?  It’s powerful and
radiates like heat lamp.  What is her name?”  Jera continued.

“Kathy, Kathy Moran” replied Baphomet.  “And yes, I do detect her
desires, and I think you are interested, aren’t you?”

“Yes, I am.” Jera replied.

“So you will help?”  Baphomet asked.

“Hmmm, yeah, I’ll help.  I have some time off coming after today,
and it might be something fun to do.  Do the big shots care if
she is homosexual?”  Jera asked.

“Not in the least, that’s a body thing that doesn’t affect the
powers at all.  They prefer bodies to reproduce in order to pass
on the powers of course, and strongly suspect that this girl will
eventually have a child if only for the mercenary reason of
helping to prevent breast cancer.  So the issue is nothing to
worry about at all.  Do you detect something?”

“Yes, this girl is a lesbian, it’s a granted wish and karma thing
all in one from her previous life, but she doesn’t understand
yet.  At first I thought she was just wrestling with growing up,
but it is far beyond that, and she has a healing gift, and it is
powerful.  The powers are interesting as well; she can do a lot
of good.  The Bodyists are frightened of her?  That seems both
strange yet typical too.  I’ll gladly help, I am going to have to
start tonight, and we don’t have a lot of time left to move on
this one.”  Jera said with concern.

“Splendid, I knew I could depend on you.”  Baphomet said in a
very satisfied voice.  “Keep me posted, and as always, it was a
pleasure to see you.”  He added with a sly leer and a knowing
grin.

“Oh get out of here you old goat, I have work to do?”  Jera said
with smile and a chuckle.

Baphomet vanished while blowing a kiss at Jera.

Jera said, “So long old friend.” blowing a kiss back at him, as
his image faded into nothing.

“Well Kathy Moran, I think we are going to become very close, you
and I” Jera said aloud as she looked at the hologram of the young
girl.

With a snap of the fingers, the hologram was gone.

“First things first.”  Jera said aloud as she started dressing
for the book signing.  As she left the house she told Grimsby
that he was in charge and to behave himself.

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It was a good, typical book signing in a classy bookstore; the
sort of store that serves espresso, latte, yerba, and flavored
chai.  Jera contented herself with a mate of yerba and enjoyed
the pleasant warmth as she drew the liquid through the
traditional silver strainer/straw, moving the leaves to one side,
drinking the liquid and then refilling the mate as is custom in
parts of South America.

The event was pleasant, the well wishers were polite, and only
one expressed any concern about a character in the latest book
being lesbian and a central figure.

Jera explained how the character, “Miss Giddings” was essential
to building the main protagonist, a certain “Emily,” who was a
frequent figure in her series of Gothic romance/mysteries
entitled “The Yorkshire Affair.”

The rather rapt audience listened intently to the explanation and
went away very happy with what they had heard.  The signing
continued and her literary agent, a balding. portly man with a
nervous disposition was quite pleased that the whole affair had
gone off without a hitch.

At 11 AM the signing ended and Jera had to get to San Francisco.

The traffic was typically uncooperative, but Jera’s little Ford
proved more than effective in getting her and her agent, Norman
Freed, into downtown San Francisco on time.

Lunch was a surprise for Jera as Norman presented an eye-popping
royalty check from a cable network which was going to produce her
popular “Avington Hill” gothic romance/mystery novels into a five
part series.  Norman Freed had held the check so he could
deliberately surprise Jera; he adored his client with the unusual
talent for high Victorian drama, romance, mystery and horror,
frequently all in the same book.

Jera had suspected something was up, but played along to keep her
agent happy.  He was a sweet and reliably honest, dependable man,
and the best agent she had had in several decades.  Jera counted
herself lucky to have so good an agent.

Norman Freed would have quaked in fear if he had known that the
lovely late 20’s-early 30ish looking woman seated across from him
was over eight thousand years old, and was not a woman at all,
but a succubus.  Jera had occupied the same body for 561 years,
when she had “rescued” a lovely young woman scheduled to be
burned at the stake as a witch in 1446.

It was a dark and fearsome year when the plagues raged through
her village near San Marino, Italy.  Maria Mondano had survived
the horrors, though her entire family had been swept away by the
dreaded disease. But, fate wasn’t done with the lovely Maria; she
had been denounced to a professional witch hunter working for the
Inquisition by a jealous rival.   The rival, a woman named
Katarina, had coveted Maria’s late husband, and the two had
carried on an affair behind her back.  An accusation was made
that Maria had used witchcraft to bring about the death of her
husband and children.  If the rival couldn’t have Maria’s husband
Pietro, then Maria would die.

The succubus had been around the area having fun at night in the
dreams of a few of the local men, and a couple of the younger,
attractive women too.  The matter of Maria Mondano attracted the
succubus’ attention, and though normally unconcerned about the
life and death of bodies, Maria Mondano had real healing powers
that were unknown to her, and to have these gifts destroyed in the fire
would have been a horrible waste.  So at great risk, Jera the
succubus jumped into the body of Maria Mondano, and with a
combination of otherworldly strength, and the fearsome mental
powers the succubus possessed, she escaped from the clutches of
the Inquisition and the pyre, leaving the Inquisition wondering
where the woman had gotten too.

Jera slipped away and lived like a normal human woman for over a
century.  She had many children, but gave up having offspring as
she could no longer bear burying them.  Jera could not pass along
immortality, though she was both blessed and cursed with eternal
life.  Outliving her children was a horrible experience that left
a deep and painful memory, but again in 1550, the Inquisition
came looking for the woman who never grew old.  Witchcraft was
the charge, and Jera escaped again leaving the Inquisition
wondering if there was a Jera at all.

Jera then lived as a nun for another century studying the various
religions of the bodies closely, but had to give that up too as
questions were popping up about the woman who was so brilliant,
and such an excellent healer, but who seemed to never age a day.
Again, the Inquisition came snooping around, and Jera had to flee
into hiding.

From there it was a life of travel for nearly a century living in
many countries and seeing much of the world as the consort of
adventurers until settling in England in 1748, and living as a
poetess and healer in a quiet Yorkshire town with a pleasant
natured, kind, and affectionate herbalist man for nearly 60
years.

Following his death, Jera moved to London and lived quietly in a
good rooming house with a very nice, if lusty woman for the next
40 years, as her personal secretary, assistant, traveling
companion, and secret lover in a most ardent affair, until she
died in 1848.

In 1852 Jera moved to the USA, and lived in New York as a writer
and poetess of some regard for a weekly newspaper.  After the
Civil War, there was travel in North America with a few rather
good men, and a number of women until she returned to England in the
1930’s and lived in her beloved Yorkshire village of old as a
healer, herbalist, and poetess with a very attractive woman house
mate who also was a gifted healer.  During the Second World War
Jera was a nurse in a military hospital and was very well liked.
Jera found war to be hideous, and actually pitied the men who
came in wounded; it was such a waste.

Following the war, Jera returned to the USA, and lived as a
nurse, herbalist, doctor, poetess, writer, and healer, mostly
with other women in urban settings, until the 1990’s when a young
woman walked into a real estate broker’s office in Mill Valley,
California and bought a lovely if rather pricey town house in a
quiet development.  From there, the writing started paying off,
and Jera was doing well and enjoying her contacts with other
women quite a bit more then with men.  Jera admits she has not
found the equal of her herbalist husband from the Yorkshire of so
long ago, and that women are a more than acceptable substitute. 
Jera’s greatest difficulty is keeping her papers like passports,
birth certificates, driver’s licenses, and social security cards
up to date.  But when you have certain powers, you can do many
things.

But Jera’s thoughts returned to the present, and she was
negotiating with her agent for the amount of time off she would
have before her next series installment was due.  Norman was
nervous, but agreeable that four to six months would be the
maximum Jera could take off, but that she had to stay in contact
with him in case the publishers wanted something sooner, and
generally they did after three months.

Jera found it acceptable and lunch continued nicely.

After the lunch ended, Jera drove Norman to the airport for his
return flight to New York, and gave the man a gentle peck on the
cheek while silently communicating to him that he should return
home to his lovely wife and have some intimacy tonight.  Jera’s
little unspoken, telepathic “love wishes” had helped Norman save
his marriage and cement a solid love with his wife.

While driving home Jera’s mind was on a more immediate issue, and
that was what to do about Kathy Moran?  Tonight she would pay a
little nocturnal visit to the lovely girl who was hidden away by
her parents.

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Jera found that there were several Moran’s in the phone book and
through her own powers found that Kathy was the daughter of Becky
and Harold Moran, and that they did not live too far away.  
Kathy attended a nearby school and was a senior scheduled to
graduate this coming June, she had an outstanding academic
record, and a good behavior record too.

The school would provide the way for Jera to influence Kathy, and
save the depressed girl from suicide.  Kathy’s favorite subject
was history, and Jera soon noted that the history teacher, a Mr.
Apodaca, suffered from gall bladder troubles; time for the good
teacher to have a flare-up of trouble requiring him to get an
operation.

This was the way in.  Jera would become “Miss Meacham” a
well-qualified substitute teacher.  The real Miss Meacham, an
attractive, if aging 42 year old woman would stay home and know
all about what happened at school as if she were there, but Jera
would take her place as the actual teacher.

But first, Jera wanted to gauge how receptive her charge would be
to advances from another woman.  So, as the day was ending, Jera
decided to drop in on the Moran’s and have a look at the workings
of the family.

It was a cold household, with a minimum of affection and plenty
of requests for help doing chores from the mother.  Kathy was
expected to hop to it and do her share and then some.  There was
a grown older sister who was working, and not at home, and a
somewhat harried husband with a domineering streak towards his
daughters that looked like a revenge reaction against his
nettlesome wife.  Jera had seen worse, by far. Kathy hungered for
some love, some human warmth, and Jera could feel the girl’s
yearning for affection.

Kathy finished her evening chores and went to her room to do her
homework.   Throughout the evening, she couldn’t shake the
feeling that someone was watching her and several times had
turned around to see if anyone was there.  But in her room Kathy
felt strangely safe and warm.  Jera lightened her “touch” a
little and simply watched as the pretty, and shapely girl did her
homework.

Kathy’s mind was active and somewhat “noisy” from thoughts and
emotions.  She had a good memory, and good retention abilities. 
However, periodically the girl had moments of sadness when she
felt unloved, and unwanted, but just underneath this feeling was
a burning lust that was consuming her, and the lust was most
noticeable to Jera.  Kathy knew nothing about sex but was dying
to learn and was attracted to both handsome boys and attractive
girls too, but there was a problem.  Kathy was too shy to speak
to a boy, and had no real girlfriends that she could confide in,
especially anything as intimate and personal as homosexual
feelings.  This 17 year old girl was virtually all alone in the
midst of growing up with no help from anyone.  Her parents were
no help at all as discussion about sexual matters was something
taboo in the Moran household.

Jera bided her time and waited for Kathy to take a shower.  When
the time came, Jera was impressed by the girl’s fine figure, and
loveliness.  For her part, Jera made Kathy’s somewhat hard and
cold bed “warm up” a little and fluff up a bit so that when Kathy
crawled under the covers she would feel very comfortable.
Kathy turned in at 10 PM and after the usual “good nights” and
evening prayers were said she found the bed so comforting and
warm, which in itself was strange, that she fell asleep quickly.

Jera was right beside the girl, waiting for Kathy to enter REM
state.  Kathy’s first vision was a common “falling” sensation but
soon Jera interjected herself.

Kathy was so alone, and so lonely.  Jera offered a hug and Kathy
accepted.  For the longest time Jera hugged the girl, and then
she transported the girl to the sea shore, and they were all
alone on a big blanket and without clothes!  They were nude
sunbathing.

Kathy was transfixed by the woman next to her, and couldn’t take
her eyes off from her.

Jera spoke, “Kiss me, and I will kiss you back.” in a soft voice.

Kathy moved and drew close to Jera and kissed her on the mouth
lightly, as Jera’s arms went around the girl’s upper body.  Jera
kissed Kathy back and the two were soon kissing passionately. 
Jera let her hands drift lightly over Kathy’s back and told Kathy
that she could touch her if she wished, hands explored and roamed
and Kathy was so excited.

Kathy and Jera would neck for awhile, swim in the warm ocean,
neck some more and talk about anything and everything.  All in
the most vivid colors as if it was really happening.

Jera left the girl at about 6 AM and Kathy soon woke up dazzled
by the dream, and different.  It was the most amazing dream she
had ever had, warm, beautiful, and sexy in a forbidden way.  She
could tell no one about the dream, and would never forget it. 
She could still smell the ocean, and seemingly smell the woman in
the dream too.  She dressed, had breakfast, and was soon off to
school.

Jera for her part made her way to Miss Meacham’s apartment and
interjected herself into the woman and left a comatose body
holding the spirit of Marian Meacham as Jera assumed her looks,
voice, knowledge, and mannerisms.  Marian Meacham would be fully
aware of what was happening in school but she wouldn’t be there.
Jera would.  When the call came for a substitute assignment “Miss
Meacham” was more than willing to help out.  Marian Meacham lived
alone, a recent divorcee with no romantic interests to drop in on
her, or nosy friends to stop by.

School was more agreeable to Jera than she thought it would be.
With her profound knowledge of real history and ability to
command attention, she made an otherwise boring class come alive.
  Her awe struck students and thunderstruck administrators all
came away impressed with the pretty but aging substitute teacher.
 Day one went well.  Kathy had been there and Jera had been able
to see deep into the mind of the girl and for giggles triggered
memories of the seashore dream leaving Kathy a bit uncomfortable
as excitement washed over her.  Jera whispered into Kathy’s mind,
“I will come again tonight if you like?”  Jera sensed the deep
inner yearning of the girl as she mentally said “Yes!”

They would have a bit livelier date this coming night.  Jera had
a good one in mind.

After class, “Miss Meacham” spoke briefly to Kathy praising her
homework for its completeness, and encouraged the girl to keep
working hard.

Kathy felt a sense of warmth and a touch of uneasiness as the
eyes of the substitute teacher seemed to capture her, command
every bit of her attention and burn into her mind.  “Miss Meacham
is a strange person, but I like her, I think.” Kathy thought to
herself.

As the school day ended, Jera drove to the real Miss Meacham’s
apartment, and released the woman from her enforced coma and
brought the awakening woman fully up to date about how school
went.  Jera was gone before Marian Meacham was fully awake but
Jera left a powerful hypnotic suggestion to allow for a quick
takeover of Marian in the morning.

Marian Meacham awakened and puzzled at how stiff she was after
such a short nap.  Working out the stiffness in her shoulders,
Marian made her way to her desk and began reviewing some left
over homework assignments.

Jera lived a short distance away and was home in minutes. 
Grimsby was pleased to see her, and Jera fixed something for him
to eat.  She also fixed herself a salad for dinner.

Following dinner, Jera worked on her novel, and decided after
that to drop in on the Moran’s.  She was glad she did too.

Mrs. Moran was having an all out hissy fit over some piddling
chore that wasn’t done to her liking.  The screeching and wild
gesticulating was far beyond anything necessary to convey
displeasure, especially over anything as trivial as a small dust
bunny under a china cabinet that Kathy had missed while
vacuuming.

Mrs. Moran moved to hit her daughter, but Mr. Moran unexpectedly
stepped between the enraged mother and the terrified daughter and
he told Kathy to go to her room and stay there.

A dreadful fight ensued and Mrs. Moran stormed out of the house,
though she returned a little later in a far calmer mood.  She
apologized to her husband and to especially to Kathy who was
still very frightened and confused.  Jera had “inspired” Mr.
Moran to come to his daughter’s aid, and for the life of him, Mr.
Moran could not believe he had stood up to the wife who had
browbeaten him for so long.  It felt good though.

For Kathy’s part, Jera interjected herself gently and Kathy dove
into her homework and was ready to clean up and turn in by
9:30PM.

Jera was again treated to the sight of the lovely young woman
taking a shower.

Kathy had slightly outsized breasts for her upper frame that were
certainly eye catching with light brown nipples and areolas that
were a lighter shade of brown and given to pronounced puffing up.
 Her waist was perhaps 23, maybe 24, and her hips were a bit
narrow, but with a slightly outsized, bulgy bottom that had an
attractive medium crack that fit the compact, if bulgy, cheeks
perfectly.  Jera estimated that the hips were 34, maybe 35 at
most, maybe a little less due to the narrowness of her pelvic
wings, but Kathy had a fine-boned frame and nature had been very
kind to give her such charms.

“Those are lesbian hips, by golly.  She could take a strap-on and
do a woman in the missionary position with pelvic wings that
narrow.” Jera thought to herself.  “And that ass, that’s a
lesbian ass if I ever saw one!  This girl is lesbian bait, how
come she hasn’t been approached before now?  It’s strange. She
has one of the more kissable bottoms that I’ve seen in some
time.” Jera continued.

Jera fluffed up and warmed Kathy’s bed again.  And Kathy again
marveled at how warm and comfy the entire bed felt.

Sleep came quickly and Jera was right there when REM state came
over Kathy.

Kathy ran to Jera and hugged her with a longing that was
palpable.  Jera transported Kathy to a place where there were
many other women, many of whom were nude and sunning themselves.
This was a resort somewhere tropical and there were only women,
and not a man to be seen anywhere.  Again Kathy and the strange
woman were naked on a beach blanket.

Suddenly Kathy felt the need to go to the ladies room.  Jera
directed Kathy to a sizable building almost straight back at the
edge of the beach, and told her to use the middle door for the
toilet area.  Kathy made her way to the building oblivious to her
own nudity as almost everyone else was naked, and those that
weren’t totally naked had no tops on.

Kathy entered the room with a mild sense of hesitation and made
her way to a stall.  But when she opened the door, there were two
women in there, one older, and one younger, having intimate sex.
The older woman was sitting on the toilet, her legs pulled back
and her butt forward on the seat, letting the younger woman lick
her honey well.

Kathy felt her nipples surge and her labes inflate.  She had
imagined this before, but to see it in such detail was mind
blowing.  However, the older woman looked up, smiled at Kathy and
told her quietly to leave, and close the door, albeit very
politely.  Kathy snapped back, shaken by what she had seen, and
left them to their pleasures.

She then made her way to another stall, but two darker skinned
women were in there making out, oblivious to Kathy’s presence. 
Kathy quietly left but not before she had seen one woman slide
her hand into her partner’s crotch and play with her honey well.

Stunned, Kathy made her way to another stall but was rocked back
to see a very pretty woman with her feet on the toilet bowl
edges, squatting over the bowl and in the middle of pushing out a
long, thick turd.  On her knees behind the squatting woman,
another woman watched closely and had a wad of toilet paper in
her hand.  Kathy quickly left, deeply rattled by what she had
just seen and was about to leave, but she had to go so badly,
that she had to find a stall quickly.

The next stall was open and Kathy was grateful just to be able to
relieve herself.  On the one side she heard the splash from the
turd falling into the water from the woman doing her dump.  Her
partner whispered about how “mommy” was going to have to clean up
her lover’s dirty bottom.  Kathy surged between wild excitement
and complete revulsion.

But in the stall on the other side she heard gentle groaning and
kissing that piqued her curiosity.  As Kathy finished her
business and cleaned up, she worked up her courage to peek in at
the other couple.  But it was like they were waiting for her.  A
standing woman with the most amazing eyes looked at Kathy and
with a pointed finger invited her in with them.  Reluctantly
Kathy went in and closed the door.  The standing woman invited
Kathy to touch and kiss her ample boobs, and as if guided by an
invisible hand Kathy reached out and touched the soft flesh and
then she bent over and began to lick the sizable nipples. 
Something snapped in Kathy and she began to lick and suck the big
boobs, but when she looked behind the standing woman, she saw
another woman sitting on the toilet and kissing the standing
woman’s bottom.  Kathy was wide eyed as the sitting woman licked
deeply into the standing woman’s butt crack and it was very
apparent that she was licking the standing woman on the butthole.
 Then the sitting woman looked up and caught Kathy’s gaze with
eyes that completely captured her.  There was no escaping those
eyes.

“I love her bottom, and I think you like her bottom too, don’t
you?” the seated woman said.  Kathy was stunned speechless.

“Do you like her ass?”  The seated woman asked again in a voice
that Kathy found wildly exciting.

“Y-Y-Yes…I like her…ass.” Kathy replied still in shock from the
powerful gaze of the seated woman.

“Then take my place here, please.  Come and see for yourself how
beautiful her ass is.  I know you want to kiss it like I did,
come and do it.  She loves it when I do it and you will love it
too, just like me.” The woman said as she rose from the toilet.

Inexorably Kathy was drawn to sit down behind the standing woman.
 The ass was right in front of her face and with little prodding
Kathy leaned forward and kissed the soft, yet firm flesh of the
bottom.  As with the standing woman’s breasts, Kathy went wild
kissing and licking the gorgeous ass in front of her.  The other
woman said, “Lick it, lick her ass crack!  Put your mouth right
over the hole and suck it!  Suck her asshole!  Oh yeah, you love
it, you love my lover’s asshole young girl, stick your tongue up
that hole and taste my lover, really taste her!  Oh yeah, you are
getting some taste now and you love it, don’t you?  Now suck it
some more, and stick your tongue in again.  That’s it!  That’s
it!  Get that taste!  Oh you are so fucking hot!”

Kathy for her part was blown away and lost in the passion
unfolding before her.  She loved this woman’s asshole, and
actually, momentarily, could taste something with a flat sort of
bland yet burnt kind of taste that was strangely sweetish and a
bit nasty.  Instantly Kathy knew it was poop.  The other woman
was right, she had tasted a tiny amount this woman’s poop and she
loved it!  She loved the utter wickedness and the complete
wretched abjectness of this unseemly scene.  She wanted to lick
them both and lick their honey wells too, and be licked by them.

She would have her first orgasm in that stall, and as she wished,
she was licked by them and when they licked deep into her ass
crack Kathy almost fainted.  She licked them both and nearly
three hours elapsed before Kathy returned to the blanket on the
beach.  Her friend was fully covered with sun screen and asleep.
Kathy went swimming, but her mind was swimming at the incredible
interlude she had had in the toilet area.  After letting the sea
wash off the sweat of the encounter Kathy returned to the blanket
to lie down, and she promptly fell asleep.

Jera looked at Kathy; she could tell the girl was different now.
Jera made a mental note to thank all of her friends for helping
to bring out Kathy so completely.   Jera woke Kathy up about an
hour later and told her that they had better get inside before
Kathy got sun burned.

At dinner, Kathy finally told Jera about the interlude, and how
free she felt and how weird the encounter had been.  They talked
for awhile and then suddenly the two women from the bathroom were
standing by their table and Jera invited them to sit down.  Kathy
was at once silenced and feeling a bit ashamed, but the eyes,
smiles and friendliness of the women set her at ease quickly, and
a hot flash of excitement raced through her as they invited Jera
and her to spend the night with them in their room.

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It was a wild night of wilder passion and lustiness.  The
kissing, licking, caresses and loving seemed to go on all night
long, yet Kathy awoke in her own bed fully refreshed.  Yet she
could recall every detail, every sound, sight and smell of the
dream.  She looked around with a combination of happiness and
bewilderment.  It was a beautiful sunrise outside.

Kathy made her way to the shower and washed herself.  She felt
sticky and funky, and after the shower was completely awake,
clean feeling, and ready for the day.

Miss Meacham’s class was especially good and two administrators
had sat in on the class and were clearly impressed.  It was all
Kathy could do to keep from standing up after class and
applauding Miss Meacham, and she wasn’t alone.

Again, Miss Meacham’s eyes had captured Kathy, and again the girl
had said yes to the idea of another night visit.  Jera had a
plan.

Miss Meacham’s second class had a girl named Cindy in it.  Cindy
like Kathy was wrestling with very strong lesbian feelings, knew
next to nothing about sexual matters, and was also dying for some
love and affection at home.  Like Kathy, she was contemplating
suicide.

Cindy Mason was a very light skinned mixed race girl with clearly
outsized breasts, a 25 inch waist, and a fine, bulgy, yet
compact, “black girl’s” bottom, and high pelvic wings.  She was
less finely boned than Kathy but not “big boned.”

Like Kathy, Cindy was smart, very imaginative, and had a somewhat
“noisy” mind.  She yearned for affection, and like Kathy, her
lesbian feelings were strong, and these desires seriously worried
the teenager who lived in a household deeply tied to the church.
In spite of her fine appearance, she was beginning to have
self-worth issues, and self-esteem problems.

Jera felt the need to intervene.  Cindy might be very useful in
her plans with Kathy, and if she could help Cindy get over her
troubles, so much the better.

A quick trip to Cindy’s house, confirmed the worst.  Cindy lived
in a house where the children were not spoiled, and the rod was
not spared.  Religion of the bodies programming blared
incessantly from a radio in the kitchen, and Cindy’s five
siblings were among themselves, sneaky, duplicitous, and
untrustworthy in the extreme.  It was a house full of children
who hated each other, and that hatred was deliberately stoked by
parents who mercilessly played the children off against each
other.

Cindy had figured out her parent’s game before she was thirteen.
Slow to anger, but no fool, Cindy found that going to the nearby
library and staying there for a few hours seemed to lessen the
trouble at home.  While her brothers and sisters argued and
fought, leading to intervention from their ill-tempered father,
and mean spirited mother, Cindy enjoyed peaceful boredom, far
fewer beatings, and in the process was learning a lot, getting
her homework done, and receiving great grades.

Jealous and envious sisters tried to wreck Cindy’s library
hide-out scheme, but were foiled by both the intervention of an
aunt, and the librarian, who had come to like Cindy.

It was as dysfunctional a family as Jera had ever seen.  But Jera
was about to change some of that.

A succubus can target several people at once, so splitting off to
see both Kathy and Cindy was a snap.  And that night when she
brought Kathy and Cindy together on the beach and left them to
their own play, passions collided and Kathy seduced Cindy
thoroughly.

Cindy for her part was completely satisfied and awoke in the
morning feeling better than she had felt in years, or ever for
that matter.  Vivid memories of lust flashed in her mind as she
recalled the emotions, the joy, and the physical pleasure of the
encounter at the shore.  That girl’s face, those lips, her neck,
boobs, and crotch, those buns, and that butt crack all flashed in
her mind.  She felt the girl’s tongue rasp across her clitoris,
and had felt the wiggle of that girl’s tongue against her butt
hole even.  She also remembered returning all of the favors as
well even in the butt.  So much affection, so much happy feeling,
so much lust, left Cindy smiling to herself and yet teary eyed
too, for she knew it had all been only a dream.

Kathy on the other hand was also very satisfied and trying to
remember where she had seen the other girl before.  She recalled
every inch of that girl, and could still literally smell her
crotch and butt in spite of taking a morning shower.

Jera smiled, also satisfied, “Success, time for step two.”

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End of Part One.

Hi, this is Donna Z.  I hope you liked this latest story, and
remember always that lesbianism is about caring and sharing and
especially, companionship.  Enjoy your lesbian feelings, revel in
them, try it all, do it a lot, don't hold back!  But always be
good to your partner, by practising not only safe sex, but smart
sex as well.  The golden rule applies, even in bed with each
other.  Don't make our orientation risky and dangerous by doing
things that just arn't smart.