Double Stuffed

by Natalie Knight

  “Yes, you’re really tight,” he whispers, pressing so hard on my G-spot that bright lights explode behind my shut eyelids. He doesn’t move his hand –he just holds it there, his finger pressed tight on my G-spot as he rests his thumb over my clit. Pressing on these two spots at the same time, he waits while that high voltage current builds under my skin, electrifying every inch of my aching body.

  Then, he starts fingering me at a furious pace, all that patience thrown to the curb.

  “I can’t wait to be inside of you, Katherine,” he continues, fingering me so hard that I can’t even speak. Even if I could somehow force my mouth to make a sound, I doubt my brain would be able to produce a coherent sentence.

  “Oh…God,” I groan, grabbing at his shirt so hard that my knuckles turn white. I’m gritting my teeth, every muscle in my body tensing up as if concrete was being poured inside them.

  The electricity crackling inside of me turns into an electric storm, and it rages through my brain so suddenly that I can’t help but to scream. Or, well, at least try to, because the moment I open my mouth to do it, the only sound that comes out is a whispered moan of pure ecstasy.

  “So good,” I manage to say, forcing my eyelids open and staring at him as if I’ve just woken up from a thousand years of deep sleep.

  “You call that good? There’s more to come,” he grins, narrowing his eyes in such a seductive way that I almost melt. He just shrugged off my words as if I had no idea what I was talking about…As if there’s a lot more –and a lot better at that –to come.

  And somehow, I know that’s exactly what’s going to happen. And rightfully so.

  “I’m going to make you come so hard you’ll forget your name,” he promises me.He doesn’t wait for my reply to that, as he proceed to go down to his knees in front of me, both his hands on my waist.

  Grabbing at the hemline of my dress, he pushes it up and holds it around my waist. I feel exposed, knowing that his eyes are now focused on my pussy, but that just makes me even wetter than before –and, really, I don’t know how’s that even possible.

  With his lips on my right knee, he starts kissing me up my leg, going straight to my inner thigh. I throw my head back, pressing it against the wall, and sigh loudly. He keeps on teasing me with his mouth, taking it as far as my groins but never further.

  He does it until the desperation inside me becomes a burning need, and I reach for him and tangle my fingers on his hair, trying to pull him into me while I thrust. He doesn’t budge, though, and just keeps on kissing and licking until I’m ready to beg.

  “Blake…please, please,” I repeat over and over again, my whispers brimming with lustful desperation.

  I’ve never wanted a man’s mouth on me as much as I want it now. And that’s saying something –the way I see it, a man going down on you can be a lot more intimate than just fucking. But, hell, right now all that I want is to get intimate with Blake –and in every possible way.

  Finally putting an end to my torture, he reaches for my clit with his tongue and presses down on it. It feels like I’ve stepped on a live wire –thunder erupts inside my body. I almost scream as he starts circling my clit at a steady and growing pace.

  My fingers are still on his hair, but I’m no longer trying to force him –no, Blake isn’t the kind of man with whom you can dictate a pace. He does what he wants, when he wants, and there’s no way around it. If I ever get to take the lead, that’ll be because he wants me to, not because he has submitted.

  And that’s exactly how I like my men.

  “Oh, God,” I moan as he takes his tongue out of my clit and slides it down, running it between my pussy lips. He does it all the way, and then goes back, repeating his coming and going motion until I can barely think straight. God, where has he been all of my life?

  He’s a good kisser, he’s good with his fingers, and he’s even better with his mouth…It’s almost unbelievable how good he is. Oh, sweet mercy, I can barely wait to push his pants down his legs, curl my fingers around his cock and guide it home. But, right now, that’s on hold.

  He licks me until my legs start growing weak, my knees buckling under my weight. Leaning back against the wall, I somehow manage to remain standing up; and that’s exactly when he chooses to open his mouth wide and press it harshly against my wetness.

  My muscles burn, my skin boils; there’s fire in my mind, and poison in my bones. Forget about all the other men I’ve been with –not one of them has been able to make me feel what I’m feeling right now.

  And Blake is only using his mouth.

  Taking one hand around my waist, he places it under my right ass cheek and forces my leg up. I let him do it willingly, lifting my leg and resting it over his shoulder. Now with the perfect angle, he buries his mouth against my pussy and starts devouring me as if my wetness is the most delicious thing on Earth.

  He jabs inside of my pussy with his tongue, running it up and down my length and circling my clit at exactly the right times. He works me like he knows my body even better than I do, and it’s almost hard to believe that this is really happening. Is he even real?

  I think of pinching myself, just to make sure that I’m not dreaming, but I give up on the idea fast enough. This feels like a dream…the most perfect dream I’ve ever had. But, ah, even if this is a dream, I don’t care –just let me sleep forever.

  I’m yanking on his hair hard enough to almost rip it out from his scalp, but he doesn’t even seem to mind. In fact, that just makes him eat me out more eagerly, his lips and tongue hungrily sucking in my fluids and ravaging my pussy.

  “Don’t…Stop…Don’t stop…” I say, my head thrown back against the wall. My muscles are already tensing up again, and I feel that electric tension building inside of me once more. It feels like I’m a dam about to burst, tiny cracks showing on the surface right before all hell breaks loose.

  “Don’t stop,” I moan again, but he doesn’t need my instructions. Still, I need to say something, to moan, to scream to release…I want to do it all at the same time.

  “OH GOD!” I shout, and then grit my teeth as the dam finally bursts.

  Yanking on his hair, I trust at the same time, pressing my pussy against his mouth as hard as I can. His mouth his wide open, his tongue inside of me, just makes my orgasm even more delicious. I sway my hips from side to side, smearing his face with my fluids, and then I finally let go of him.

  I’m breathing hard, my eyes closed, and leaning back against the wall. He stands up then, and takes one hand to my face. I open my eyes as I feel his touch, and I can’t hide my smile as I see his chin glistening from the fluids coating his skin.

  “Perfect,” I say, and then he’s on me.

  He crushes his mouth against mine, pushing his tongue inside my mouth, and I can do nothing but to savor the taste of my own pussy on his lips.

  “Perfect,” he repeats back at me, his hands once more on my waist. He grins and then, a heartbeat later, he makes me turn on my heels and face the wall. I place my hands there for support, and jut my ass back at him by instinct.

  Taking one hand behind me, I find the hem of his boxers and tug them down as viciously as I can. His cock springs free immediately, and he’s so close to me that his huge shaft slaps my ass cheeks with a maddening sound.

  He pushes my dress back up to my waist. He then takes one hand around my body and squeezes one breast under his long fingers. I thrust my ass back at the same time, resting my forehead against the wall and closing my eyes as I feel his shaft right between my ass cheeks.

  My body acts on its own, I find me moving in a flowing motion, grinding against his cock as hard as I can. I feel it pulse against my ass, hungry and eager, and it doesn’t take long for Blake to take one step back and grab his huge cock.

  Looking back at him over my shoulder, I choke down a gasp as I see his cock for the first time. He’s holding it in his hand, but it looks so huge that it’s almost unbelievable.

  “Don’t worry, I’ll be gen
tle,” he tells me, as if reading my thoughts.

  I face the wall again, my heart feeling as tight as a closed fist, and prepare for what’s coming.

  “Or at least I’ll try…” He continues, coming up to me and whispering these words into my ear. Oh, God, this is going to be interesting.

  Angling his cock down, he pushes it between my inner thighs, his thick shaft forcing me to spread my legs wide. I bend over at the same time and, as I do it, he positions the tip of his cock against my pussy lips. I take one deep breath.

  “Do it,” I breath out, and then all hell breaks loose.

  He enters me with one sudden thrust, his shaft sliding inside my pussy and straining against my inner walls on the way in. I feel my insides stretching to accommodate him, but he’s so big that I can’t help but feel that my pussy is gripping his cock like a vice.

  This time I scream, unable to stop myself, my brain almost exploding as it tries to process the fact that something as big as Blake’s cock is inside of me. It’s almost too much for me to take, but the key word in here is almost . You don’t think I’m going to waste such as this, do you? Oh, no, I’m going to take this chance.

  I hold my breath as Blake slides his cock, stopping when only his tip is inside of me. I only start breathing again when he trusts, sheathing his shaft to the hilt. Building up the rhythm, he rocks his hips at a gentle pace, but it only takes a few seconds for his pace to reach new heights.

  Soon enough, the sound of his thighs slapping my ass echoes around us, and it sounds like the most amazing symphony I’ve ever heard.

  “Fuck, you’re really tight,” he exhales sharply, hooking his fingers deeper on my thighs. I can’t help but wonder if I’m as tight as he says –his cock is so huge that every pussy must feel tight as hell for him.

  Pistoning into me like a madman, he stabs me with his cock so hard that locks of hair are already plastered to my forehead, beads of sweat making their way down my face. And still he keeps on growing his rhythm, fucking me so fast I don’t even know how he’s doing it.

  “Blake…This is…So good…” I pant, his name leaving a sweet taste on my tongue as I say it.

  Gritting my teeth, I try and match his rhythm, thrusting my ass back at him. The sound of flesh on flesh grows even louder, and I can feel my mind dangling over the edge of pleasure’s cliff. It won’t take long, that’s for sure.

  Feeling me close, he takes one hand around my waist and presses two fingers over my clit. That’s it –he doesn’t even start rubbing it. He just presses down on it, and it’s as if a bomb has gone off inside my skull.

  My arms grow so weak that I take my hands off of the wall and just support myself with my forearms, my pussy tightening so hard around Blake’s shaft. The fact that he still keeps on thrusting is a small miracle.

  My muscles are twitching, and I’m trembling so hard that my teeth are chattering. Blake starts taking his cock out of me then, and I moan as I feel his long inches making their way out. It pops out of me with a wet sound, and I turn on my heels right away, pressing my back against the wall and looking into his eyes.

  “We’re not done,” he says, closing the distance between us in a heartbeat. Placing his hands under my ass cheeks, he lifts me up and pulls me into him. I react by instinct, crossing my legs on his lower back and placing my arms over his shoulder.

  “Then fuck me,” I tell him, “as hard as you can.” I don’t need to say more. Grabbing his cock with one hand, he angles it down and presses its tip against my wet pussy. One thrust and he’s in me again, his cock stretching me so wide I doubt my body will ever be the same.

  And what the hell, if that happens. It’ll be completely worth it. This is the experience of a lifetime.

  He fucks me hard and merciless, obliterating my rational mind with each thrust of his. I’m clawing at his back, feeling his rugged hard muscles under his shirt. I close my eyes, imagining how he must look naked. I wish I had ripped his shirt out before we started fucking, but oh well.

  I hiss through my gritted teeth as he keeps on thrusting, my pussy gripping his shaft viciously. I already feel on the verge of coming again, and that means I’m about come for the –oh, I’ve lost count already! This is the first time something like this is happening to me.

  “I’m about to –” I start, but the words die in my throat as he thrusts harder than before, burying his cock so deep inside my pussy that I’m actually surprised I’m still conscious. My muscles start spasming as if I’m having a seizure, my eyes rolling in their orbits. I’ve lost all control of my body and if he wasn’t holding me I’d just fall to the floor like a ragdoll.

  “Come, come for me,” I tell him, resting my head on his shoulder.

  Maybe it’s because I told him to, or maybe it was already going to happen anyway, but the moment my words reach him his cock pulses almost too violently inside my pussy. I moan as that happens, ripples of pleasure spreading from my loins to the rest of my body, and then he starts coming with a groan.

  “Fuck,” he hisses, his cum gushing a river of warm cum inside of me. I press my mouth against his shoulder, a shiver going up my spine each time his cock pulses and shoots his seed inside of me. He keeps on coming for what seems like forever, his cum dripping out of my pussy and making its way down my thighs and legs.

  Groaning again, he takes his cock out of me slowly and then puts me down. I lean back against the wall once more, taking a deep breath as I feel strands of cum sliding down my legs.

  I slide down to the floor, sitting down on it while I try to catch my breath. My lungs feel as if they’re on fire, and my heart is beating so fast I wouldn’t be surprised if it rips a hole through my chest and simply jump out.

  I hear Blake sitting down next to me, and without knowing what I’m doing I reach for his hand. I softly place my fingers on top of his, and simply hold his hand.

  When I open my eyes, he’s looking straight at me. There’s something about his gaze that I can’t really describe, and so I just smile at him while squeezing his hand in mine.

  “I was right,” he whispers, his eyes never leaving mine. “You’re different.”

  “Different? How?”

  “I exactly don’t know yet…I’m just sure of it,” he tells me, smiling warmly back at me, and his words make me feel…I don’t even know. God, why am I suddenly at a loss for words? Why do I even call myself a writer?

  That’s beside the point anyway.

  Thing is, all this should be nothing but a fun romp…but I’m finding that there’s more to all this than just ‘fun’.

  Blake

  There’s a buzzing…or maybe it’s a low hum. Either way it’s pulsing through my body and I’m wide awake at 4 a.m.

  What I feel is nearly impossible to describe, except to say it’s the complete absence of the dullness that’s filled me for months. Call it boredom, call it a lack of inspiration. Whatever name you give it, the gigantic red stop sign that's been sitting in front of my face, the one with the words, “The struggle is real”, is finally gone. Can I get an amen?

  Yeah, yeah, I know, what am I whining about? From the outside looking in, my life is one long conga line of fabulous. I’ve got a dope apartment, serious cash, women whenever I want them, and my career is…well…who wouldn’t want it.? Everyone thinks I’m living the dream.

  Well, fuck ‘em, because until right this minute, something was definitely missing – and now, for some inexplicable reason, I feel energized.

  Maybe it’s her.

  Next to me, Katherine stirs and the sheet slips just enough so that I can see the sensual curve of her hip and her long legs. Her bare back is exposed and my fingers recall the softness of her skin. I lie on my side propping my head up with my hand, and stare at her. I can’t help it.

  I’m not used to women spending the night, but Katherine is… different. Beautiful. Sexy. Alluring. She's all those things…and something else. I just can’t give it a name yet.

  But I’m not making a move, which is
unusual for me. There’s something going on here.

  Between the buzz I feel, and naked Katherine a few inches away, I’m actually torn about what to do. Unmoving, I watch as her chest rises and falls with each breath, and in my mind’s eye I imagine her against the warm golden tones of an evening sunset as I sketch the outlines of her body on a canvas.

  It’s clear, I’m bewitched and I chuckle to myself thinking she’s somehow put a spell on me. There’s no other way to explain the gravitational pull I feel for her, because women don’t usually affect me like this. It’s always been the other way around. But this one…

  I chastise myself. Okay, don’t get stupid. The only powers she has she used last night. They may have felt supernatural, but it was just flesh on flesh. Don’t put too much into this.

  I raise my hand to touch her luscious skin but stop short. I can’t believe I’m restraining myself from reaching over and taking her because this is not how I play this game.

  I want her, but at the same time there’s an equally powerful sensation tugging me away. It’s that feeling I’ve been trying to grasp since I woke up.

  With each deep breath I take, I’m working on settling this restlessness that has me by the neck. A few minutes pass and it all finally coalesces. I know what this unsettling feeling is and I need to handle it right now.

  With only a momentary feeling of regret, I quietly leave the bed, because my desire to paint is back with an indescribable urgency. My pulse is racing and my hands are itching to feel the brush as it strokes the canvas.

  Dressing quietly, I scribble a note,

  K – Had a great time. Call you later. B

  I stop for a minute knowing it's too cursory. What I really want to tell her is that she seems to have opened me up in some way, because inspiration has been hard to come by and suddenly I’m full of it.