Double Stuffed

by Natalie Knight

  Leila screams out in pleasure. I feel myself lose any ability to think clearly. Emotions are raging through me and I feel myself drowning in pleasure.

  The music has stopped, and all I can hear is my balls slapping against her skin, it’s music to my ears. It tells me I’m in charge.

  I let go of Leila’s hips and lean forward to grab her bouncing tits. My fingers pull and pinch her hard nipples. She’s screaming in ecstasy now. I roll them between my fingers.

  Fuck, this is amazing.

  Faster and harder, my cock pistons into her. The world around me seems to lose its focus and all I can think of is unloading my massive load into Leila’s tight pussy.

  I can feel the walls of her pussy contracting. With each thrust, she’s getting tighter and tighter, squeezing around me. She must be close to coming.

  I can hear her panting. She’s thrown her head back and I’m waiting for her to howl.

  My fingers let go of her breasts and my right hand finds the opening to her pussy. My index finger pushes against her clit.

  “Fuck,” yells Leila and I can see the muscles in her back start to spasm.

  My finger pushes and rubs against her clit while my other hand is gripping into the flesh of her ass.

  Just then, the full moon is at its highest point in the sky and I can see it above us. It is now I howl like a wolf.

  I’m fucking my bitch. I’m alpha wolf.

  “Harder,” cries Leila over my howling and I increase my speed. I don’t know where I’m finding the energy to keep going.

  And then the walls of her pussy start gripping at my cock and squeezing and relaxing and squeezing again. She’s howling as well now and her orgasm keeps going and going.

  The flames that started in my belly have grown to enormous proportions and I’m overcome with the heat inside of me. Fireworks explode in my head, back and abdomen, consuming my whole body.

  I feel my muscle contract before I too start to ride the wave of my orgasm. I shoot my load into her. She’s still spasming around my cock.

  And I’m still howling.

  When I’m finished, I stay inside her, just to feel the warmth of her pussy and let my body feel hers.

  She goes limp in my arms, and we both end up on the floor. I pull my cock out of her and she smiles.

  She curls herself into me and nuzzles her head against my chest. Her hair brushes against my naked skin and sends little electric shock waves through me.

  Her fingers follow an invisible trail from my belly button down to my pubic hair and to my cock. She uses the juices to stroke my now limp cock back to life.

  I throw my head back, reveling in the sensation of what she’s doing.

  None of the women I’ve fucked before have had this type of effect on me. I bring my head back and start nibbling on her ear. My hands roam over her body, exploring as if they’ve never touched her before.

  “So,” she whispers against my chest, “you ready for more, or have you had enough?”

  Her tone is playful, suggestive and inviting.

  Instead of answering directly, I lift her head toward me. My lips find hers and my tongue forces entry into her mouth. I find her tongue and duel with it.

  She responds.

  We seem locked in this kiss for hours. Our bodies are bathed in moonlight and the cool breeze caresses our skin.

  I surrender to the sensations and lose all sense of time.

  Chapter 21

  Leila

  I throw my head back and enjoy the feeling of my loose long hair against my own skin. Feather-like, it caresses me.

  Seth’s staring at me. My fingers are moving up and down his long thick shaft.

  Each and every time I look at his fucking huge cock, I can’t believe he fits inside of me. And I don’t seem to be able to get enough of him.

  Already I want to feel him in me again. It’s as if a spell’s been cast over me.

  I continue to play with his cock as if it’s a musical instrument. I vary from sliding to tapping as if playing the flute. And then I wrap my fingers around it and watch how they don’t completely fit around the biggest fucking cock I’ve ever seen.

  “So,” I purr and lean into him, “you haven’t answered my question.”

  My pink nipples are erect and hard, begging to be touched. I’m leaning against Seth, and when I move my tits rub along his bare skin, the sensation sending electric shock waves through my body.

  Seth’s eyes are a little glazed over. He smiles.

  His right hand starts to play with my hair. My tits wish he’d reach for them. What’d he need, a fucking written invitation to start sucking on my nipples?

  He twirls it around his fingers and watches it as it falls back against my skin.

  “What was the question again?”

  His voice is husky. All the howling must have done some damage to his vocal chords. Hopefully it’s only temporary.

  I love his deep, melodic voice. It sends shivers down my spine.

  I move my fingers from his cock and walk them up his chest. They leave little wet prints on their travel.

  As I do this, my own pussy’s getting hot and ready. I feel a tingling sensation right in the center, which travels outward, ripple-like.

  I picture a stone being thrown into a still lake and the ripples the stone makes in the water.

  “Are you ready for more, or have you had enough?” Instead of looking in his eyes, I stare somewhere else altogether.

  He doesn’t really have to answer. His upright throbbing cock is answer enough.

  By now my index finger is tracing the outline of his lips. He opens his mouth a little and lets his tongue wrap around my finger. Then his teeth grab it.

  I smack him on the wrist.

  “Bad puppy,” I growl, and his grin widens.

  He leans forward and bites into my nipples. Instantly they stiffen some more, if that’s even possible.

  “How ’bout this?”

  I grab his head, but he’s attached to my tits. His teeth bite, and his lips suck.

  Fuck, this feels good.

  He stops and looks at me.

  “Am I a good boy now?”

  My hands rest on his shoulder.

  “Only if you’ll answer my question and lie down.”

  “I’ve forgotten the question again,” he teases me, but he lies down.

  Instead of my fingers, my tongue is now exploring his body. It trails a path along his abdomen and down to his pubic hair. Here it moves to the base of his cock.

  I don’t take it in my mouth. Instead I let my tongue work around the base of it and his balls.

  I move my legs over him so my ass is in his face. He does not waste any time and starts rubbing his fingers around the opening of my dripping pussy.

  Instead of drowning in my own pleasure, I try and focus on him and his enormous fucking cock.

  My tongue’s probing all around his cock and plays with his balls.

  Both my hands are stroking his shaft.

  It’s difficult to focus. Seth’s tongue is now working its’ magic on my pussy. Expertly, it’s darting in and out of my opening.

  His fingers are massaging my ass. They’re squeezing and kneading, as if he’s working on dough.

  I feel as if someone’s let fireworks off inside of me. I groan in pleasure. Fuck, he’s good.

  No one has ever been able to get me so close to orgasm so quickly. I try and move forward a little to make sure I don’t come just yet. But Seth does not let me escape. His grip tightens, but his tongue slows down. Gently, it now explores my wetness.

  I’ve stopped exploring his base and lift my head. For a few minutes I just stare at his fucking huge cock.

  I can see a little bit of pre-cum glisten on its tip. A little drop of it is perched right on the tip. If I tilt my head a little, I can see the moon reflected in it.

  I lick my lips as if I’m about to devour a delicacy.

  And then I take his whole massive cock into my mouth. At first I
feel as if I might gag, but then the feeling is gone and replaced with pleasure.

  I move up and down on his shaft. I get into a rhythm, and I leave my fingers to keep kneading his balls.

  I think I can hear Seth groan, but I’m not sure. All my normal body functions have switched off, with only the vital ones, like my heart beating, still working.

  Up and down in a steady, slow rhythm, I move my head along the full length of his cock. It’s fucking amazing. I feel him grow in my mouth with each movement.

  It won’t be much longer before he’ll be ready to shoot out his load again. As much as I enjoy swallowing his load, I do have other plans.

  It’s time to change position.

  My mouth leaves his cock, and I move my body forward. I don’t turn around. I stay facing away from Seth.

  When my pussy is at his cock, I lower myself onto his waiting cock. Like a lightning rod, it’s pointing straight up into the night sky. As soon as I mount him, it feels as if I’ve been struck by lightning.

  I start off riding him slowly. My breasts bounce up and down a little, and I start to get into a rhythm.

  My ass cheeks slap against his skin every time I come down, the sound akin to the spanking he gave me before.

  To help me ride him, I rest my hands on the top of his thighs.

  I feel him grab my hips.

  As I bounce up and down on Seth, I throw my head back. I’m completely lost in the moment. I can see the full moon, and I wonder if I’m going to get moonburn.

  I recall having read about a couple that fucked under a full moon and the dude got his ass moonburned.

  Of course, this might have been made up.

  Even if I am to suffer moonburn, I don’t fucking care. This is the best fucking sex I’ve ever had. I feel as if I’m jumping from cloud to cloud in the sky with not a worry in the world.

  “Faster.” Seth’s fingers are digging into me. He’s helping me ride him harder and faster by pushing and lifting.

  His cock grows with each thrust. I’m getting tighter and tighter.

  Suddenly I want to turn around. I want to look at him when he comes.

  I stop and get off him.

  He’s breathing hard. I can see his chest rise and fall quickly.

  “What the—” he starts but stops when he sees and feels me mount him again.

  Now my tits are dangling in his face, and his lips reach for them.

  When he starts sucking on them, I close my eyes and loose the last of my ability to think clearly.

  Flames of pleasure are licking my insides. My brain’s turned to mush. The intensity of the heat’s increasing.

  Like an untamed mare, I ride my wild stallion. Harder and faster I go until I feel his cock pulsating in me. The walls of my pussy have grabbed onto it and do not want to let him go.

  His orgasm is wild and explosive. I can see the muscles in his chest spasm, and I feel him shoot into me.

  I haven’t quite gotten there yet. Seth leaves my breasts and brings his fingers to my clit. There he starts pushing and rubbing, and within seconds I feel myself come.

  It starts to build at my center and spreads to each and every cell. It’s wild, it’s explosive, and it’s earth-shattering.

  Briefly, all I can see are stars. Pleasure rips through me and threatens to tear me apart.

  When I finally finish riding my orgasmic wave, I collapse onto Seth.

  We lie there, the moonbeams caressing our skin, bodies pressed together, our breathing slowly returning to normal.

  I can feel Seth’s fingers caress my back, and I smile. Utter contentment is enveloping me, and I can’t believe how lucky I am.

  And I can’t believe how I’ve fallen for two amazing Greek gods.

  I wonder what the future will hold for me.

  It’s difficult to picture a life with two guys, but that’s exactly what I want.

  I decide to push thoughts of this kind out of my mind. Why ruin the perfect moment?

  What was that song? Something about que sera sera? What will be will be?

  With a sigh I close my eyes and revel in being held by Seth and being able to listen to his heartbeat.

  Life’s pretty fucking fantastic right now.

  Chapter 22

  Leila

  It’s two hours before opening and I’m just getting home. I step into our apartment and smell scones baking.

  “Chase?” I call out.

  I rush to the kitchen. Just as I figured, Chase is picking up my slack. The kitchen is a mess; flour fills the air while ingredients and dirty dishes lay about all over. Chase is fervently baking.

  “Chase. Oh my god! Thank you,” I say as I put down my keys on the corner of the table. “I had no idea I would be gone so long. I forgot the time. I should’ve called, I just…I’m sorry.”

  He doesn’t answer at first; he only shrugs. He looks mad. I would be too if I were him.

  “Seriously, Chase, thank you for doing all this work. I’d be so far behind if you hadn’t,” I say as I walk over and give him a big hug from behind.

  Again, he shrugs.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “Just stop,” he says, squirming free. “Yuck. I don’t want your dirty sloppy seconds of a hug.”

  I cannot believe what I am hearing. “Sloppy seconds?”

  “Yeah, go get a shower, girl. You got man all over you. Gross.”

  I shake my head in attempt to clear the embarrassment. “Wait? What? H-how did you know, Chase?”

  “How did I know?” he repeats in a snotty tone.

  “Yeah?”

  Chase laughs. “Seriously, Leila, I‘d be a useless best friend if I didn’t know. Right?”

  “I guess so. Yeah. Sure.” I sigh long and hard. “Chase, I’m really confused. I mean really confused. I don’t know what to do. I have two different offers from two of the nicest and hottest guys I’ve ever met.”

  “Are the deals comparable?” he asks.

  I think for a second and reply, “They’re virtually the same.”

  “And are the men comparable?” He smirks. “Honey, I’d kill to have the problems you have.”

  I sit down on the only chair not covered in flour or pots and pans. I smile and nod. He’s right. Chase is right. “I know, I know…”

  “Seriously, you need to get cleaned up before we go to the café. Maybe a steaming hot shower will help clear your head.”

  “Maybe.”

  I just sit there. I calculate which offer gives me what and then add it to what each of the men bring to the table personally.

  “Chase…”

  He turns around, spilling eggs to the floor. “You’re still here?”

  “Yeah. I just wish there was a way to separate the guys and their deals. This way I could make a better decision.”

  Chase puts down the bowl he’s holding and slides the trash off another chair so he can sit. “What deal better benefits the café? Not you, but the café—the business itself?”

  “I’m not sure.”

  “Well, that’s the one I would pick.”

  I nod again. “I understand.”

  “Good. Now go get cleaned up. I’ll be ready here in an hour.”

  “Thanks, Chase.”

  “Go.”

  Leaving the kitchen, I think about the deals once again. I really can’t choose. This is impossible. Maybe Chase is right, maybe a steaming hot shower will help.

  Chapter 23

  Leila

  The lunchtime crowd is pouring in. It’s shaping up to be another big day at the café. Chase teased me earlier that it was time to give him a raise. If sales continue like this, I’ll be able to give him twice what he wants.

  I’m putting a new batch of scone stuffed cones out when I see Blake out of the corner of my eye. He has a large bouquet of roses in hand, probably three dozen. I hear Chase squeal.

  “For me!” he says. “You didn’t have to.”

  I walk over to the register. Blake is next in line.

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nbsp; “I’d like to trade these three dozen roses for three dozen scones. Is that a fair trade?” he jokes.

  “Honey, you had me at—”

  “Chase!” I interrupt. “We don’t barter here. Sorry. The boss is a real—”

  “Bitch,” Chase whispers. “Sounds like.”

  “Oh, I hear she’s tough,” Blake says. “A ruthless businesswoman not to be trifled with. I merely hope this gift will break her icy façade.”

  “Oh, I think it will,” I say with a small smile.

  “I know I’m all hot now,” Chase adds as he walks off.

  Blake hands me the flowers and then leans in for a kiss. I give him my cheek. He presses his lips to it, and I blush. As much as I would love a kiss, it wouldn’t be professional to kiss him on the lips in front of everyone here at my shop.

  “Chase, do you think I could steal Leila away for the day?”

  “Really?” Chase says, crossing his arms.

  “Do you mind? I bet she hasn’t had a day off in weeks.”

  “Yeah…” Chase groans. “Weeks…”

  “Chase?” I ask.

  Chase unfolds his arms and smiles. “Go! Go have fun, you crazy kids. But I’m keeping one hundred percent of the tips from today…and yesterday…”

  “Thanks, Chase!”

  “Yes, thank you, Chase.” Blake takes Chase’s hand in a firm shake.

  Although I was tired an hour ago, I’m fully revitalized and ready to go now. “Let me put my apron away and get my purse and jacket.”

  “Take your time.”

  I dash off into the back. I can’t believe my luck. Two days. Two men. Two breaks from work. I’m getting spoiled.

  I rush back out to the café and take Blake by the arm he offers.

  “Shall we?” he asks.

  I smile. “We shall.”

  Just as we’re about to reach the door, Seth walks in, carrying another batch of his exotic wildflowers. I see his eyes narrow at the sight of Blake. I’m confident there won’t be a fight, though. I made them settle their competition over me days ago.

  Still, I stand on edge.

  Just in case.

  Seth walks directly to us. I hear Chase approaching from behind.