Title:          Carnivorous Whisper (6/?)
Authors:     Diane and Chris (aka Anja Lapp and Ginger LaFleur)
Rating:       NC-17
Summary:  Fun in the kitchen...





I felt the warming rays of the morning sun resting on my lower body as I 
awoke from sleep.  Stretching my legs out, I felt them brush lightly against 
the side of Dero’s naked body.  As he rose from his own slumber, his arm 
tightened around my shoulders as I rested in the crook between his chest and 
his arm.  I was so content in his clutch, as we lay there staring at the 
ceiling, and I couldn’t help but reflect on the night's events that had 
brought us to this very moment.  Thinking back to when I had first closed my 
eyes, the second helping that interrupted our sleep, right back to the rest 
I'd just awoken from.  As I glanced to my side, I saw his chest.  That 
beautiful, magnificent chest... I raised my head higher and my eyes were 
greeted by his - still flooded with sleep and his mouth grew into a smile 
which hugged his words. “Guten Morgen Nina.”

“Good Morning.” I responded as I stretched my legs further.  Now that I was 
here with him, I didn’t ever want to wake up without him.  To have him as the 
first sight in the morning was just so comforting... He leaned his body 
toward the night table and picked up his watch. “10 o’clock.”  He lay back 
down and returned his face to mine. “Habst du Hunger?” he asked, adding, “We 
could get some breakfast.”  

“Sure, that sounds good,”  I replied as I unnestled myself and brought my 
head up to his to kiss him.  The rough sensation of his stubble against my 
cheek made me tremble and I leaned into him, stirring up another round of 
delight that ended in the shower.

Once we got dressed we made our way to the car and decided on a diner that 
was on the way to Eva’s place.  We figured we’d pay them a visit.  Christoph 
wanted to talk to Dero anyway and we both knew he'd still be there.  The four 
of us together again - now that should be interesting...


~~~~~~~~~



EVA

The skin between my legs still felt really strange, especially as I walked 
about the kitchen fixing breakfast.  Christoph and I made a habit of this - 
we both shared a passion for Belgian Waffles and every Sunday morning we’d 
indulge.  Today was no different, except for the bizarre feeling between my 
thighs...  Christoph was setting the table as I stirred the waffle mix.  I 
heard the clanging of my dishware as he removed them from the cupboard behind 
me, followed by the breeze that his body created as he passed - sending an 
unfamiliar draft up my shorts.  I closed my eyes briefly, enjoying the 
sensation and remembering the scene that had taken place earlier.  Christoph 
and I discussed the events of the previous night with Dero and Nina.  He was 
taken back by how Nina was shaved and he'd asked me if I was ever interested 
in doing so.  I always thought about it but I viewed the actual act as a 
hazard to my health.  I'd had enough problems when I began to shave my legs.  
I just had this image of me lying on a stretcher, being rolled into the 
crowded Emergency Room with a bloody towel shoved between my legs and a man 
trailing behind me holding a piece of what was initially attached to me, 
screaming “I got it,  I got it!”

That image scared me into staying away from that particular area with a 
razor.  After I explained this to Christoph, he volunteered himself for the 
task,  reassuring me with the words, “Trust me,  if anyone would watch out 
for your pussy it would be me.”  My awestruck face was wrinkled in a grin as 
I began to laugh aloud.  I gave in,  I was just as interested in the end 
result as Christoph was.  The act was extremely sensual,  the feel of the 
shave cream being applied (so soft and fluffy...), followed by the razor 
running along the stretched skin.  Christoph concentrated as he repeated the 
strokes - removing all of my hair except for a small triangle shape on top.  
After he'd patted me dry, he brought his fingers along me and the sensation 
was so different, so new.  He then took my own hand,  bringing it down to 
inspect his work, staring at my face waiting for my approval - so smooth and 
no blood.  Christoph did good.  Revelling in the increased sensitivity,  I 
closed my eyes, my face flushed as my breath came faster and I began to 
writhe a bit.  I felt Christoph move in closer to me, felt his hot breath as 
he slowly knelt in front of me...  He took my wrist in his hand, pulling my 
slick fingers away from me, and  lowered his mouth. Once I felt his warm 
tongue slide along my smooth skin, I knew I would never let it grow back.  He 
brought me to magnificent orgasm as he lapped me up.

Suddenly, I was brought back into the present as Christoph slid by me again 
to get the flatware from the drawer.  I closed my eyes, waiting for the 
breeze to follow, but it never did.  Instead, I felt his body lean into mine 
and his arms curled around my stomach, kissing the side of my neck as he 
hugged me.  “Will you be having coffee?”

“Nah, I think I’ll just be having juice” I answered,  turning my cheek into 
him as he gave it a quick peck before walking to get the cups from the 
cupboard.  I beat the mix in the bowl, trying to get the lumps out.

“The syrup?” Christoph crouched in front of the opened refrigerator, holding 
the orange juice in one hand while his other hand poked around looking for 
the syrup. “You out of syrup?”

“Nah,  I forgot to refill the pitcher. Sit down, I’ll take care of that,” I 
explained, while turning around to see the set table just waiting for the 
meal. I poured some mix into the waffle iron and set it on the flame. Then I 
retrieved the empty pitcher and got the tin of syrup out of the cabinet.  
After struggling with the cap, I finally got it loose when I started to smell 
the burning waffle on the stove. “AAAHHHH!!!” I shouted, panicking as I 
leaned over to remove the iron from the burner. As I moved, I tried to avoid 
hitting the mixing bowl and shifted my bodyweight.  Which landed on the 
cutting board, pushing it accross the counter...  Once I'd successfully saved 
the waffle from charring, I turned to resume my task of refilling the syrup, 
but to my dismay, my eyes landed on the falling tin, knocked over by the 
cutting board.  I tried to catch it but I was too late.  The syrup spewed 
onto everything including the bottom of my shirt & my shorts.  Christoph 
hurried to my side and began wiping furiously with his hands at the mess, 
trying not to let any more of it land on the floor beneath us.  He began 
laughing, as I was spurting out obscenities between yelling at him, “Shut up, 
it’s not funny!”  I began to giggle myself as his contagious laughter caught 
up with me - the other side of the waffle burning during our attempt to bring 
the spill under control.  Christoph swatted gently at my face with his sticky 
hands, smearing syrup along my cheek as he stood laughing.  I gave him a 
dirty look, followed by a payback of goo in his hair as I brushed my hand 
through it. I smiled at him when his mouth cracked a devilish grin.  He 
grabbed my face with his sticky hands and brought his face to mine as if he 
was going to kiss me, but quickly turned my head to have his tongue lick at 
the sugar adhering to my cheek.  “MMMMMMM, das ist gut...”  he said, as he 
continued to lick at my skin - moving his thumb across my lips before his 
sticky hands moved down my neck, leaving a trail of sugar in their path.  His 
lips met mine and I could taste the syrup on his tongue, he was right - it 
WAS good...  Then he leaned into me, making the fabric of my shorts stick to 
me.  He chuckled as he pulled his head away to look down at his groin. Up 
until that moment, he hadn't realized that I had caught most of the spill 
with my lap and between the warmth of our bodies, it had thinned out, making 
it possible to seep through the thin fabric of his pants as well as my own.  
I couldn’t pass up the moment.  While placing my hands on his cheeks I lifted 
up his face to meet mine, “Who’s laughing now?” I said inbetween my 
giggling.  

In response, he ground against my hips while pinning me against the counter, 
forcing more of the syrup along my smooth skin.  My shorts clung to his pants 
and when he drew himself back, I let out a low moan, concentrating on the 
strange thrill I felt when the thin fabric pulled my skin as it was pried 
away from me.  My sounds provoking Christoph, he raised his eyebrows 
suggestively as he stood before me.

He took my standing body in his clutch and walked me over to the table.  I 
couldn’t believe he was going to do this...  The lights on, the curtain was 
drawn. The people accross the street could surely get a glimpse all of this.  
He just didn’t care.  I actually got the feeling that he got off on the idea 
of being watched.  If I had known about the other night awaking a different 
side to him,  I  probably would’ve suggested partaking in it a long time ago. 
 He truly was letting go, not giving a care to our surroundings,  just 
wanting to relish the moment.  As he stood facing me, my back to the table, 
he carefully removed his shirt over his head.  Then he removed mine and let 
it fall to the floor next to his.  As his lips landed on mine, his sugared 
hands cupped my breasts, almost lifting me as he lifted them.  I felt as if I 
was liquifying with the once thick syrup, now thin and runny.  He pulled 
himself away to take in a glimpse of me.  As I looked at his face, I knew he 
was more than enticed and when I looked down I saw how the film on my chest 
shimmered as my ribcage heaved with my quickening breaths.  With my hands on 
his shoulderblades, I pulled him into me while arching my back, his forearm 
holding me as I hovered over the table. With a quick motion of his free hand, 
he pushed the stuff out from underneath me and he slowly descended with me 
onto the hard wood surface of the table. I just watched him as he pulled at 
the drawstring of his pants, even with them on I could see his erection, as 
the tacky fabric clung to it.  He began to slide the pants down, pulling at 
the crotch of them, to free it from his skin.  The stretched skin glistened 
with the sweet glue and I was captivated.  I wanted to taste him, but he had 
other plans.  He began tugging at the waist of my shorts and slowly peeled 
them from my center.   As he stared at me, his eyes fell to my side and he 
grinned.  His hand grabbed the shaker of powdered sugar and he held it above 
me - a devilish laugh came from low in his throat.  He began to sprinkle the 
cool powder on me and I was quickly covered from my breasts to my hairless 
mound.  My navel caught most of it, being that the waistband of my shorts 
were so saturated with the syrup.  I felt like a human candied apple.  
Christoph sucking and licking at my breasts - always had a sweet tooth...  I 
slid my body toward the center of the table, trying to bring my legs around 
him. Suddenly, I felt cold liquid begin to warm under the skin of my back. I 
didn’t know or,at that point, care about what I had knocked over.  I just 
focused on his mouth and the rapture.  He had alot of cleaning up to do and 
was doing a damn good job.  I lay there moaning and writhing underneath him, 
as he tried to dissolve the candy on my lower abdomen.  Then I felt his 
fingers, warm and sticky as they began to probe inside me.  A strong current 
of pleasure rippled through me as I shut my eyes and threw my head back.   
Opening my eyes briefly, I saw the empty carton of heavy cream lying on it’s 
side, behind me.  That was obvoiusly what was under my back.  I smiled 
uncontrollably as I thought about what we were doing.  His tongue lapped 
furiously at my clit as the sugar dissolved - leaving a sticky film behind 
it.  Christoph’s exhausted mouth removed all the white off my body and he 
wanted nothing more than entrance.  He leaned over me again and I felt the 
tip of his shaft brush along my clit, pulling my skin with his.  I felt the 
wetness between my lips increase as he brought himself lower.  With a sliding 
motion, he coated his sticky rod with my juices and slipped it inside me.  I 
felt the initial thrust as my body glided over the damp table.  My sliding 
made it difficult to accept his hard thrusts and his solution was - “Turn 
over”.
  
He pulled himself out of me and, as he helped me off the table, the cream on 
my back ran down over my ass.  I saw the full disastrous state of the table, 
as I lay myself down on it.  His hands slid over my back as he pushed himself 
into me again,  this time the tops of my thighs grasped the edge of the table 
to keep me in place.  My body slipped minimally as it was rocked.  His hands 
made their way down under my buttocks and he grasped at them to pull them up. 
 Once I felt his adherent scrotal sac hit my skin and pull away, I began to 
almost whimper with every plunge.  With the passing of my stomach over the 
wet table, I was bringing the cream to it’s edge, where it would gather and 
run off - my clit catching most of it as it dripped,  sending me even further 
into ecstasy.  As Christoph pushed, he grunted as I'd never heard before.  I 
began to shudder uncontrollably as I came - my body quivering in delight. 
Christoph  became louder, his hands clutching me tighter as I felt the 
pressure of his ejaculation within me.  His upper body landed on mine for 
recuperation time.  Once we caught ourselves and stood up,  I felt my lower 
lip drop, followed by my hand covering my gaping mouth as I looked at the 
kitchen.  Christoph just stated, “We’ll clean it after our shower”.  I 
simply nodded, still in shock, as he took my hand and pulled me towards the 
bathroom.

End of Part 6