Lesbian Massage Novels & Stories

The women lay together lazily kissing and trailing their hands over each other's naked bodies until Beth moaned into the kiss, "Are you ready to learn the next technique in the lesbian arts, sweetie?" Brittany nodded her head slightly and moaned affirmatively into the kiss. Beth's grin widened at the tiny girl's adorability and enthusiasm. With this, the older woman broke the kiss and rolled onto her back. She lay there, holding the tiny teen's heated gaze, as she teasingly trailed a finger over her large breasts, rock-hard nipples, and smooth pussy. The older woman then patted her thighs encouragingly, as she purred, "Come over here, sweetie. Your next lesson in the lesbian arts is how to p

"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.

Her hands slid down between my thighs, her long, oily fingers tracing the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, moving closer and closer to the base of my throbbing cock. Every single time she leaned forward to get more leverage, her own bare pussy brushed right against the back of my thigh, leaving a trail of wet heat on my skin. "Turn over for us, Jason," the dark-haired one commanded softly, her fingers giving the skin near my balls a gentle, teasing pinch. "It is time to finish your massage so you can go back to your lovely kess."

was busy planning how to get her fired. 'Sorry, Leela... but I'm not mentally prepared to deal with the female version of Assistant Brown every day!' ... Playground or spa? The final vote was in: spa it is. Yes, an ordinary woman would probably consider this the ultimate treat. A relaxing massage, soaking in warm water with floating flower petals-bliss. Even better when shared with your closest girlfriends. Livia had made reservations for nine people, including Leela, the new member of their little circle. 'Sorry, Leela. Your existence is already a threat to my freedom.'

They kissed messily, tongues fucking each other’s mouths while their hips moved in perfect rhythm. Lydia reached between them and slipped two fingers into Mila’s tight, dripping hole while continuing to grind their clits together. “Fuuuuck— Lydia— finger my cunt harder— oh shit— you’re stretching me so good— ahhh—!” Mila cried, head falling back. “You’re so fucking wet,” Lydia whimpered, pumping her fingers faster. “Such a nasty, horny lesbian whore for me.” Mila slid her hand down and thrust three fingers deep into Lydia’s pussy in return. “Take my fingers, you dirty slut— mmmph— your cunt is swallowing them— fuuuuck— grind on me while I fuck you—!”

Surprisingly enough, Margaret found a sense of peace there. "I was desperate to find this team a coach," she explained. "So I bowled straight up to these gentlemen and asked if any of them would like a job coaching a girl team. Don't be scared by their intimidating appearance. They're the nicest gay couple I'd ever met." Then she laughed. She'd give up hope that those Russian guys had taken the idea seriously. With a beaming smile, Margaret turned to drag them over. "Thank you so much for coming! Introduce yourselves to the girls!"

I shook my head and she kiss me passionately. "You need to be punished, my love." She whispered again licking my neck. "For what?" I asked her. "For the lies," she smirked I rolled my eyes, "Okay fine My King punished your slave," I sexily said which makes her lick her lips. "As you wish," She smirks jeez how can this Lesbian be so handsome at this point? "Ah!" I scream in pain when she slaps my left butt cheek she even grips it, making me open my mouth in pain She was looking at me with desire and lust.

She held it up with a questioning look. “Only if you want,” she said. I nodded. “I want.” She guided me onto my hands and knees on the bed and settled behind me. First came her mouth again, licking and kissing between my legs until I was dripping and restless. Then the cool silicone pressed against my entrance. She worked it in slowly, filling me inch by inch while her other hand reached around to stroke my clit. The dual sensation made my arms tremble. Once it was fully inside she began to move it in steady thrusts, matching the rhythm of her fingers. The stretch and the pressure combined until I was pushing back against her hand, chasing more.

I called out to him, "But Thomas…" He waved me off. "Why are you so nervous? It's alright. The therapy will still take a while." Before I could say anything else, Thomas walked out immediately. He seemed to have no qualms about me currently lying next to another man. My body was covered in sweat when Charlie stopped to take something. Flushed crimson, I lay on my back and fanned myself gently to cool down. We were alone in the room, and the air was thick with tension. My heart raced as he stood next to me and spoke in a hoarse voice. "I'll start the lactation massage next. It might hurt, so you can cry out if you need to."

CONTENT WARNING: This story contains explicit lesbian sexual content, detailed descriptions of arousal and manual stimulation, discussions of watersports/urophilia, BDSM themes (domination/submission), graphic language, and taboo sexual fantasies. CHAPTER ONE Isabella studied her reflection in the rearview mirror as she pulled her long blonde hair into a ponytail. She frowned.