First Time Lesbian Massage Novels & Stories

Her moans of pleasure filled the room, driving me to go harder. “Yes, fuck me rough! I love it!” she cried out, her voice hoarse with desire. As I focused on Sherry, I added a fourth finger to her throbbing pu**y and kept going. Allison positioned herself above me, guiding her pu**y to my lips. I began using my tongue on her while I fingered Sherry. It was a lot of work, but I found myself able to multitask. If anyone had told me I could find myself having some sort of a lesbian threesome, I wouldn't have believed, but look at me, having the best time of my life.

The orgasmic might of my release was similar to that of the sea as the riptide of pleasure pulled me under. “That was beautiful,” I murmured. “Just like you,” she said before softly kissing me. My first bona fide lesbian experience could have ended right there with a climax delivered to me in the cinematic surf. But it wasn’t enough. I wanted to reciprocate. Tentatively, I moved my hand down her body and glided over her firm belly. She opened her legs with a low purr of encouragement. I’d touched myself enough to know how to give a woman pleasure, I reasoned to myself. I was eager to satisfy her.

"No, I need you to watch me work on you so you can reciprocate appropriately whenever we are at this again." I began my massage, kneading and flexing her body first. I poured out the oil on her and proceeded to her boobs. I had always longed to touch something bigger. It was the biggest I ever came across. Lesbians often had little breasts, that was what I noticed about them though I was different. Touching my sister already started having an effect on her body. Her formerly underdeveloped breast are becoming wonderful by the day and I knew I wouldn't resist her. I bent down and flicked my tongue over her nipples while my other hand roamed the regions around her pussy.

She poked me again, "shut up.. it's not like you've never wanted to have your needs fulfilled.." "Well is it so hard to stick to one person?" "Wasn't about that to me. First of all, lesbian sex is different than what you guys do, you wouldn't know.." I knew exactly what she was talking about but I kept my mouth shut and raised a brow, "riiiight.. it's not like you have a panis you're hiding from me." She laughed and looked at her closet with guilt all over her face. This time I poked her ass, "oh my God Paris you are such a sex freak.."

Leon whispered, his voice half-protesting, half-gasping, his hands trying to push Lidya's shoulders gently, but his body disobeyed, his hips rising slightly to meet her touch. Lidya chuckled softly, her laughter like a whisper of hot wind, "Shh... just relax, Leon. I promise you'll enjoy it. Look, your shaft is already ready thanks to my medicine." She started slowly, building tension like a fire being lit slowly. First, her hand held the base of Leon's shaft with light pressure, her long, supple fingers tracing its length from bottom to top, a steady but unhurried up-and-down motion, like a massage that turned erotic.

But here, I see Sodom, and it looks like Sodom would be good if my body would be explored the way those ladies were exploring each other’s body. “You saw them, right?” she asked. I shook my head. I didn’t want to say much, because I fear she might ask me to do the same with her. But doing the same with her in the privacy of my room would be good because no one would see us, coupled with the fact that I have not had sex for three whole years, and going lesbian is safer than getting a dick. “They don’t like doing same with me, even if I ask them to help me out, but you said you would be here for me whenever I need you.” She said, rolled out of bed and made towards me.

I asked, then suddenly kissed her lips again, I sucked and nibbled on them, and after we separated, I looked at her face only to see her with her eyes closed. I tried to see if I could find any trace of disgust and hatred but all I saw on her face was paleness which broke my heart. I know I went too hard as this was our first meeting but I just couldn't help it, she is so tempting. “Do you feel disgusted?” I couldn't help but ask though I don't know why I did but I just wanted an answer. Her eyes snapped open as she looked at me with those cute eyes of hers. “No. I’m a lesbian, so I don't find it disgusting, but…” She stopped, a guilty expression appeared on her face making my heart clench i

Emily might be on to another woman crush by next week, who knows? Jane brushed a strand of hair from Lucy's face, which never failed to make Lucy blushed. They smiled at each other again. "Sorry we're late!" Emily burst out into the room. Heather had a load of books in her arms. "What do you have with you?" Jane asked. "And please don't tell me it's one of the lesbian pulp fictions again." "But Odd Girl Out was so good!" Emily protested. Lately, the former president of Loser Club had been digging into the genre a bit too deep.

My nipples were already painfully hard, visibly poking against the fabric. “I’m not really a lesbian,” I whispered desperately, trying to cling to reason even as heat pooled between my legs. “That night… it was my first time with a woman. I don’t think I want to continue this. I can’t risk—” My voice shattered into a needy moan as her fingers found my left nipple through the gown. She tweaked it firmly, rolling the stiff peak between her thumb and forefinger, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my clit.

Before I could say anything else, they were both in my head mindlinking me. Your masseuse will be a woman, Little One. No man's hands will touch your body, understand? Actually, I don’t. You two are probably going to be at a strip club doing God knows what, but I can’t have a massage? Of course, you can have a massage, Angel. But with the amount of hormones flowing through you, you’re just a bit sensitive lately. So it’s best if your massage is done by a woman. What the hell are you guys talking about?