Melinoe Ch. 01-05 - Sex Stories

Melinoe Ch. 01-05

... exclaimed.

Agatha's chopping traveled down the long torso of her back moving back and forth and spanning Max's whole body. She continued across her buttocks and down the back of her thighs then made her way back up to where she had started.

When Agatha repeated the exercise a little harder, Max moaned in response.

Agatha then straddled Max's thighs and, looking down towards her feet, she pulled up Max's lower left leg. Gripping her long narrow feet in her hands, she drove her fingers over the tendons and muscles.

Max was in heaven; the small thumbs were like twin beacons of pleasure. Agatha switched to the other foot and did the same. Followed by working out stress and tension in Max's calves.

She straddled a little higher on Max's hips as her thighs were next. Max just moaned in pure delight.

Agatha then tackled Max's tight ass cheeks, working fingers through her flesh. Max could feel Agatha's damp sex on the small of her back and enjoyed the warmth of her sex against her skin.

Agatha might have lingered on those buttocks to grind her vulva into her spine, but it could've been just Max's imagination.

Max didn't mind.

Not at all.

Changing direction after so many delightful minutes, Agatha mounted that well worked ass facing up the bed surveying Max's well-defined torso.

Those delightful hands now started at the edges of Max's pelvis, working in and up, coating her hands with the fluid she left behind. Agatha pushed deeply into Max's ...

... muscles.

Max gasped with pleasure on the edge of pain; the small hands pushing muscle groups along her spine. Agatha could feel the vertebrae readjusting under her thumbs.

Agatha began moving her hands from the center out to Max's flanks. Kneading out in strips, inch by inch. Max couldn't believe what she was feeling. It was so delightful.

Agatha slid down again to the small of Max's back while gripping the trapezius and pulling herself forward. Max knew at that point that Agatha was just enjoying herself. With fingers holding her shoulders, her thumbs began easing up Max's neck. Max let out a slow moan.

Agatha began kneading those shoulders and Max actually shivered. She then massaged Max's long arms ending in pushing thumbs into her palms.

Agatha dismounted and kneeled next to the larger prone woman, "Max... would you please let me take you back into the bathroom, you need another hot rinse before you fall asleep."

Max muttered something incomprehensible, but she did slowly lever herself into a partial sitting position after a herculean effort.

Agatha led her once again into the bathroom, turning on the hot water and soaped Max up as well as herself.

A few minutes later Max found herself being toweled dry, being led into the bedroom, and being gently laid down and cuddled up next to.

In less than a minute Max was unconscious.

With earwigs in, Agatha sipped some coffee as she stayed on watch at the comdesk.

She switched from massage techniques to ...