Title:          Carnivorous Whisper (2/?)
Authors:     Diane and Chris (aka Anja Lapp and Ginger Snapp)
Rating:       NC-17 sexual situations
Summary:  A young woman enters a whole new world...
Feedback:  You'd better believe it!!


Dero drew himself back and knelt at my feet.  He began by taking off my 
shoes, followed by peeling off my pants and underwear.  As the air hit the 
moist skin between my legs, I felt more naked and exposed than I ever had 
before.  He looked down at me while he unzipped his pants.  He wasn't wearing 
any underwear and the sight of his penis brought a wave of fear over me.  I'd 
never touched a man there before and the unknown intimidated me.  With his 
eyes still locked on my face, he bent to remove his boots and jeans.

With calm assurance, he lifted my legs to rest upon his shoulders and began 
to gently kiss the inside of my left calf.  The feather light sensations 
bordered on being ticklish, and the feel of the metal stud in his chin 
rubbing against the delicate skin there almost drove me to cry out.  Then he 
lowered himself onto me.  The first moment when his tongue reached out to 
flick at my moist core made the room swim, as my eyesight dimmed in pure 
ecstasy.  Licking me, kissing me, lapping me up as if I were his last meal.  
I couldn't keep it inside any longer.  The moans breaking free from my vocal 
chords came faster and deeper.  With each pass of his tongue, I felt my 
insides ignite into a smoldering fire that threatened at any moment to burn 
out of control.  His fingers parted my swollen, wet lips and his tongue 
entered me, only to be quickly followed by his fingers.  My eyes grew wide as 
he penetrated my tight pussy.  He let out a groan as he pushed his fingers 
deeper inside me and moved them back and forth, wiggling them.

Just as I thought I could bear no more, he slowly removed his fingers from 
within me and place them in my mouth.  I sucked hungrily at them, tasting 
myself on him.  He rose up to kneel between my spread legs.  He took my hand 
in his and brought it down onto my clit, showing me how to touch myself.  
With his eyes burning holes into my bare skin, he started to stroke himself 
as he watched.  Then he took my hand and placed it around his hard cock - it 
was well lubricated with my own juices and he began to move it back and 
forth, tightening his grip on my hand.  Feeling his warm, taut skin in my 
clutch sent my senses reeling.  A grunt passed through his throat.  He slowed 
his strokes and lowered himself between my moist thighs.  He began to rub 
himself across my tight, sensitive opening, and I strained my hips into him.  
I had never wanted anything more.  By this time, the pulsating between my 
legs had grown into tiny claps of thunder, sending electric currents up my 
spine.  He brought his upper body atop of mine and kissed me again - tasting 
myself on his tongue as I sucked it into my mouth.  His elbows supported his 
body weight as they rested next to my shoulders while his hands curled around 
the sides of my head - holding it between them.  Slow, tender kisses with 
parted lips and the absence of his tongue felt so true.

Before I knew what he was doing, he brought his lower body down, sweeping my 
pelvis upwards off the couch to meet his initial thrust.  I felt a 
concentrated pressure as his head entered my unstretched walls - and then he 
momentarily froze time as he looked down into my widened eyes.  He slowly 
leaned in more - filling me as my head jerked back.  It was an unfamiliar 
pain, I felt the endorphins run rampant through my extremities to try to 
overcome it.  My vocal chords tightened, causing my breath to come out in 
rhythmic, throaty gasps.  My senses started to bleed into each other.  I felt 
what I saw and saw what I felt - as if seeing him through water that rippled 
with every thrust.  I threw my hands under his arms and around his broad 
shoulders, almost clawing at them.  Almost in response to my actions, he 
withdrew himself and returned to his knees before me.  His eyes fell to my 
center and then trailed up my inner thighs to himself.

"Are you menstruating?" he asked, a curious tone in his voice.

 "No," I answered, confused by the question.  Then my eyes fell to my lower 
abdomen and his groin, and the tiny streaks of blood made me blush and look 
away.

"Für mich allein..." For me alone... The warm tenderness in his voice made me 
look back at him quickly, and he smiled.  Placing a soft kiss on my lips, he 
brought his hands down to my waist and twisted them, turning me over.  With 
my knees and elbows now on the couch, my rear was forced upwards.  Suddenly I 
felt him descend on me - his hot mouth kissing the nape of my neck.  I let 
out a whimper.  With torturous slowness, he began to drag his chin across my 
back - the sensation of his facial hair pulling my sweaty skin made my head 
swim.  He slid his warm rigid cock along the center of my ass cheeks, pushing 
them together and slowly moving back and forth.  The skin of his scrotal sac 
swept along my pussy in glorious friction, stretching the skin as it pulled 
away.   With a dive, he immersed himself within me and began driving his 
solid rod with rhythmic urgency.  With my hips in his grasp, he drew me in 
for counteraction - his balls slapping against my clit as he slid his hands 
under me to draw me up.  I could hear his grunting breath with each strike, 
as if with every thrust he were trying to obliterate my soul.  His fiery 
palms crept up my spine, coming to rest on my shoulders.  I could feel him 
casting himself into the deep swelter as he pushed.  As my head grew lighter, 
consciousness threatened to slip away.

He thrust into me with a force that threatened to split me in two.  His arm 
wrapped around my waist, his fingers grabbed at the small tuft of pubic hair 
and began pulling it.  I had to bite my lower lip for fear that my cries 
would alert the other room to the scene unfolding within.  Suddenly, I felt a 
slow swell of weightlessness forming in my lower stomach.  As wave after wave 
of pure pleasure burned through every cell of my body, I finally felt myself 
pushed over the edge and the world splintered into shards of blinding light.  
A harsh groan tore from Dero's throat as I felt his clutch cruelly tighten on 
my hips.  A hot splash of pink liquids came trickling down the insides of my 
legs.  My arms gave out, as my body collapsed to the couch, my head falling 
to the side - only to have his body weight come to rest atop me.  The only 
movement in the room was the rise and fall of our heaving chests, as our 
breathing gradually returned to normal.  Time was endless, and all I could 
concentrate on was the pulsations ebbing from my groin.  Movement above me, 
and I could feel Dero slowly raise himself up again.  Leaning back, he turned 
me over once more, to stare for a long moment into my eyes.  Then, lifting 
his head up to mine, he kissed me slowly and passionately, my face cradle 
between his hands.  He brought his lips to my eyelids and began to drink 
them.  Easing himself back down, he placed his head in the crook of my neck.  
I could feel the metal in his brow digging into my throat as I drifted away.

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