A nice massage...

Penelope's hands sink into Helena's pussy, making the young girl squeal with delight. She tries to hold back her moans, trying her best to stay refined in front of her older lover. Penelope laughs at her earnestness, taking her hand out of the water and grabbing ahold of Helena's other teat.

"Relax my dear, there's no need to hold yourself back in front of me." She nibbled on the young girl's ear, making her squeal and squirm on Penelope's great bosom. "I certainly won't be holding myself back, I intend to enjoy my time with you as much as I can."

She gropes and massages Helena's breasts, running water all over her sizable bosom. Helena squirms around and moans as she feels Penelope's hands massage her chest, especially when they touch her nipples. Each time her fingers tread over Helena nipples, she bites her lips and moans softly. Penelope notices and takes a hold of her nipples, each the size of a wine cork. She pinches and squeezes them, all the while Helena thrashes in her grasp. This causes Penelope to lose her grip on Helena's nipples, and they fall on Helena's ribs with an audible clap.

Helena gasps and turns bright red with embarrassment, realizing all her immature thrashing ruined the massage Penelope was trying to give her. She would've rushed out the water in embarrassment, if Penelope didn't hold her in place. "Now this simply won't do, you naughty girl." She said, her nails digging into Helena's shoulders. "This old lady is trying to help you relax, but you're just too restless to relax." First Penelope moved her breasts to the side, exposing her slightly chubby belly. Then she opened up her legs, pulling Helena closer to her. She rests her head on Helena's collar, whispering in her ear "Come to me, let me help you relax."

She lifted her massive breasts and slammed them into Helena. Her great bosom is so big they nearly cover her entire torso. Nearly, as Helena's own breasts kept her body from being fully covered by Penelope's breasts. They popped on top of Penelope's breasts, well within massaging range.

"There we go, safely restrained and ready to relax." Penelope reaches around and puts her hands on Helena's breasts. "I'm going to massage your nipple again. Try to move around too much this time, dear."

Her hands move up to reach her nipple, going back to relentlessly squeezing them. Helena goes back to thrashing under her touch, completely unable to control her body. She whines and kicks like a bad child, causing Penelope's breasts to jiggle and wobble as Helna thrashes around. It doesn't hurt, actually it's really pleasurable to Helena. It feels like she's giving Helena's upper body a titjob. She continues to rub and squeeze Helena's nipples, while she tries to bring her body under control. Penelope realizes Helena is only becoming more restless as she continues to play with her nipples. She stops for a moment to ask what's wrong.

Helena struggles to keep her head up as she responds. "I'm sorry, it's just- no one ever made me feel like this before! My husband could never, and really never, make me feel this good! I really wish I was your age, I can't even imagine having your wisdom."

Penelope laughs as she hears Helena's praise. She simply says "I'm glad you enjoy my company so much, but you need to enjoy your youth when you have it-"

"No you don't understand, I want to be like you, you're so refined, so strong. Like an old oak tree, I'm nothing like that. I-I-" she stutters, unable to get the words out. Ever since being rejected by that man, she's had a hole in her soul where her pride should be. Thinking about what happened, she retreats into Penelope's breasts, letting that awful memory drag her down into the water.

Well, she would've if Penelope wasn't there to pick her up, she pushed Helena up and grabbed her nipples again. A quick, high pitched squeak escaped from her lips. "Listen girl, we came here to relax, and you can't relax if you hold onto your regrets. Now," she squeezes Helena's nipples again, "let it go."

As Penelope keptpulling and squeezing Helena's nipples, she suddenly let out a loud, lewd moan.

"That's it dear; you're young, let aaaall that youthful energy out."

With each tug and pull, Helena became less and less restrained. Her moans became louder and louder as Penelope's deft hands continued their work. Helena soon slipped her own hand down to her pussy, masterbating as Penelope kept tugging on her breasts. Soon, Helena noticed small white beads appear on Helena's nipples. She squinted and took a closer look. Is that milk? Indeed, it seemed Helena was lactating. Well, that only confirmed Penelope's suspicions. This girl was indeed destined for greatness.

Penelope decides it's time to wrap this up. "Sorry dear, I'm going a little rough." She sharply tugged on Helena's nipples, forcing out little squirts of milk. Each time, Helena's moan nearly turned into lustful screaming, her hand moving faster to pleasure her pussy.

"I-I'm so close! Do it Penelope!" Helena screamed as she came, a great stream of milk shot out at least three feet from her breasts. Penelope let go of her nippled, now bright pink from all the pinching and squeezing. Helena was exhausted, but still wanted to show her appreciation to Penelope. She turned around in Penelope's bosom, now possible since Penelope was no longer holding them up. Once the lovers were face to face, they kissed. They sat in the water, making out for what felt like days. Eventually they stopped, both breathing heavily in each other's embrace.

Penelope held Helena's face, asking her "Do you feel better now, my dear?" Helena nodded, blushing red as Penelope held her. "Good, that's enough fun for now, we really need to get ourselves clean."

"Ughh, really? Come on now we can have a little more fun..." Helena said, trying to get another kiss.

Penelope gave her a light, playful slap on her cheek, making it clear fun time is over. "That's enough dear, we have something important to discuss, and we can't do it while messing around in the water."

Helena stared right into her lover's eyes, and started pouting when she realized she was serious.

"Fine, let's hurry up and get out of the bath, you old hag..."

Penelope called in the slaves again, bringing in towels, blocks of pumice, and a strigil. She ordered the slaves to leave, then they both stepped out of the bath. They helped each other clean themselves. When they finished rubbing each other down, they took turns scraping each other clean with the strigil. When it was Helena's turn to be scrubbed down, Penelope got in close, really close. She's breathing down Helena's neck, raising the hairs on her back.

Helena could feel herself getting wet again. "Oh, Penelope, I don't think we should do it now."

"I am a witch."

"What!?" Helena tries to turn to face Penelope, but she's way too close for her to properly turn around and face her. Penelope continued to scrub Helena as she continued with her speech.

"I am a witch, and as you can hopefully see, I am growing old. I need a successor, and you seem to have potential. It is unusual for someone your age to suddenly blossom, and I believe that may be a sign of your future potential. I want to train you to harness your potential, to become a greater sorceress than me."

She turned Helena around, now facing her. She asked her "Do you agree to become my apprentice?"