Werewolf Lesbian Love Lesson

She opened the second door on the left. The layout reverse-mirrored mine. Black dominated. The walls, the ceiling, the carpet, all black.

She flicked the switch. A soft red and yellow aurora borealis engulfed the room. Our skin and the blood stains on our faces and hands glowed. On the far wall an embroideried cloth in a deco gold picture frame caught my eye.

"My Waewolfves Sister. I Bring You Blood." I guessed that was supposed to be a quaint saying among the werepires.

While I was looking at it, She slipped behind me and embraced me again. Her face buried between my shoulder blades. Her hands reached around and began to slide my robe over my shoulders. I grabbed the opening of the cloth and stopped her.

"I need to tell you something," I said. "I'm...I'm kind of a virgin."

She turned me around to face her. "How can you be kinda a virgin?"

"I've been raped. Three times. Twice by men and once by the biggest girl in a foster home. It only happened once with her. I think she raped everyone just as a matter of course. That's the only experience I have with women or with men for that matter. I won't know what to do."

"Oh! You poor baby. Come to mama." She took me to the bed and we sat on the white down comforter then crawled up onto the bed so she was the same height as me, and put her arms around my neck. I put my hands down on the bed to steady myself against her weight leaving bloody handprints. Tears of excitement, anxiety, exhaustion, fear, and release leaked then gushed from my eyes.

"You need love," she said. "I will show you tenderness. I will show you how a woman can treat another woman. Don't you worry. Everything will unfold naturally. I won't hurt you." Lupo set quietly next to me with her arms around my body. After a time she said, "First, I think we need a shower. Since this is your first time we aren't going to do anything rough or fun-nasty. I do have plans for you though, another time."

I didn't know what she meant by fun-nasty but the gleam in her eyes sparkled when she said it.

She hopped off the bed and went into the bathroom. The shower started. When she called me, I went to her.

The bathroom was already filling with steam. Lupo had all her clothes off. The raw beauty of her exposed body sapped the strength from my knees forcing me to lean against the doorway and catch my breath. She turned around, opened the shower door and motioned to me.

I staggered across the tiles staring at the various parts of her body, unable to conceal my desire, my fascination. Her smile brightened. She seemed pleased to bask in the heat of my gaze.

"Come in," she whispered and beckoned me in the shower where my world changed. The beating hot water on my skin was so sensually demanding that it consumed me for that instant.

She closed the door. "Turn around," she said.

I faced the wall and the cascading water pounded my scalp and then flooded down my back. The streams coursing through the long hairs that trailed from the back of my arms and legs.

She took my hips in her hands and pulled me away from the nozzle so that the shower ran down my front. I felt her pour liquid on me and then rub her hands all over my shoulders and back. A far away dim part of my mind noticed the soap bubbles running down the drain.

Her hand moved from my shoulders to the narrow part of my torso, and then a little farther down to where my spine curved back out right at the top of my hips. There she stopped. I was prepared for the next step, but instead, she squatted down and begin washing my feet.

"Lift," she said, carrassing my left foot. She washed it thoroughly working her fingers in between my toes and scraping one of her hooked finger nails under each of my toenails.

A scream stifled in my throat as her fingernail curved along the edge of the quick producing erotic electricity. The current ran up my legs all the way to my brain, but on the way it had to run through my groin and along the edge of my pussy.

There. I said the word...pussy...vagina...cunt...my hairy cunt. Stick your finger im there. Stick your tongue in my hairy cunt!

She didn't hear my silent scream, but picked up the other foot instead. and I waited for the sensation and this time and savored it. It was almost perfect, Nd electrified the other pussy lip. I knew that both edges were not as good as the middle. My hole cried to be filled.

When my feet were done she began to work her hands up my ankles. She took one in her soapy hands and then the other. Then she had one knee and then the other. My knees began to quiver. She caressed my left thigh, then my right. Instinctively, my legs spred apart farther...to steady myself and yes, I admit it, to give her access.

"Touch me," I begged. I wanted it, needed it, craved it, but she stopped at the top of my thighs and said, "Turn around."

She was teasing me. It was maddening and delicious. My eyes had been closed, but I opened them and turned around. There she was, blindingly beautiful and glistening wet. Her hair was plastered around her skull. Her mouth was open. Long hair flowed all the way down her back, but she had no hair on the front part of her body, except for the patch at her crotch. The rest of her was naked. Pink.

Her incisors seemed to have retreated back behind her lips. The lower lip was very full. Her smile shone huge and the corners pointed up. Laughing lust filled her eyes. She scanned my body.

My eyes fell to my own front: the curves of my breasts, the dark throbbing aureolas. With one hand I fondled a nipple, rolling it between my thumb and forefinger, the other hand slid behind me and braced against the shower wall. My knees spread apart, quivering.

She began by washing my hair. She had to reach up and stand on her toes to do the top of my scalp. Her fingers worked through the thick wet mass of my hair, then teased my scalp with the ends of her long nails. My eyes closed again and the sensation drowned thought.

Her hand came down onto my face. She stroked my forehead from the middle outwards and said, "Relax. Soften your worry lines. You have no worries in here tonight."

My forehead refused to relax. There was only one way to release the tension.

My breath split across her face. She didn't seem to mind. Perhaps she was inhaling it on purpose, savoring it like wine or fine cocaine.

Her fingers circled around the orbits of my eyes and over along the front of my ears, and then the back of my ears, and then she took one of each hand and massaged the rims between her thumb and fingers. It was hard for me to stand. My legs quivered and shook.

She stroked the edges of my nose and all along the front of my cheekbones, and then begin to work the hinges of my jaw. My head dropped and sank into her touch.

Her hands cradled my neck. Suddenly, I felt vulnerable. It occurred to me that she might have plans to sink her teeth in there. I didn't know how much blood she needed every night. Was she satiated? I didn't know.

Her hands were only around my neck for three heartbeats, and then they dropped to my shoulders. My shoulders have always been very sensitive. A few times when I was younger, I had masturbated and almost always, when of my hands was in my crotch, the other was on a shoulder.

Her fingers migrated naturally down onto the top of my chest. My heart thundered under her hands. She kept them there. I opened my eyes and looked into hers. She smiled and spoke.

"You're very excited. I hope you have a strong heart. It's pounding. I have a feeling that your heart is not only strong, but huge. May I have the pleasure of touching your breasts?"

Talking was impossible. My voice would not work. I swallowed and slowly nodded my head twice.

Her soapy hands slid down the rise, and when the hollow of her palms simultaneously contacted the tips of my nipples, a shudder shook my frame.

We just stood like that for a minute with her hands, cupping my breasts, my head back and leaned against the shower wall. Water ran over my eyeballs and into my open mouth.

The urge would not be denied. I reached out and grabbed her shoulders in my hands and leaned forward. We exchanged a long, wet kiss.

It seemed to go on for the length of the night, the world of lips, tongues, and steaming water. Finally, we broke apart. Her hands were still on my breasts and she pushed me away against the wall. "I'm not done."

She washed my rib cage, my stomach, my navel. Every time she worked an inch lower, my heart throbbed faster. It was difficult to suck oxygen from the saturated air.

Then, the moment came. She touched me. My legs opened. My hips rocked forward, vibrating.

My lover understood my instrument better than I did and played it like she had gone to school and been trained. Her other hand slipped behind me and cupped my ass. Her fingers probe and explored, each stroke taking a tip deeper between my buttocks.

Sensation was building up in me like a carousel, going faster and faster and faster until it's ready to explode and blast all of the animals inside me out in every direction and smash the universe.

She stopped again, and I wanted to grab her by the throat and shake her. I wanted to shove her head down into my crotch. But I wasn't in charge. I didn't really know what I wanted. It was all instinct and desire. She turned off the water, stepped out of the shower and grabbed a huge fluffy towel.

"Come with me," she said, and with one finger still in my hole, she led me to the bed.