Fill Me

Samantha is a beauty. A wonder. She showed me a night I would never forget, and she won’t let me. I chalk it up to the fact we keep repeating it. She’s 5’9”, milk-chocolate skin, plump lips, DD breasts. She weighs about 275 lbs, because hey, I like bigger women. She’s funny, smart, and outwits me all the time. What happened the first night we met, though…that’s what did me in.

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I wasn’t entirely sure what to do. This woman was amazing, but this request she made... it just seemed bizarre to me.

“Matt, I’m not sure how to be clearer on this.” Samantha said, lying on her bed completely naked. “You wanted to see what I could do, and here we are. I will show you my trick, but you have to let me suck your dick. It doesn’t seem to mind.” She finished saying this, pointing at my 7” long erection.

Flabbergasted by simply how forward this woman was being, it was taking me a while to register. I shook my head, as though to attempt to shake off my stupor. I was going to have to accept this, she wanted my cock. No going around it.

“Sorry,” I said. My clothes were off as well, by her request, and I walked toward her. She was lying down on one side of the double bed in her room. The place was well lit, red wallpaper. Flowers, I think. Lit by lamps on tables to each side. I remembered that distinctly.

As soon as I was in reach, Samantha was quick but gentle to take my dick into her lips. A soft, subtle sucking began and I thought I was about to orgasm already..but something held me back. It was amazing, the feeling that overcame me. Unable to hold back, I found myself gasping already, and we just started! It was only a brief moment later, but I could’ve sworn I came. Something pulled..and pulled again. It was like I started to cum, but the pleasure never stopped.

Looking down, I noticed something different. Samantha, lying on her back, had my penis in her left hand and her right hand was lightly rubbing her belly.

What a sexy, wonderful belly she has, I thought. So fluffy and round. I felt myself jerk a little as the blowjob continued, and a soft gulp. Hm?

Gulp. Gulp. Gulp.

Ignoring it, thinking Samantha was making sounds to appeal to me – with me thinking it’s working – I see her hand lightly grab and feel the bottom of her belly, where it rolled into her pelvis. She pressed the sides, before slowly moving back to feel the top and back again. Then I saw it. Just barely.

Her belly got a little firm, puffed up a little. Is she pushing her stomach out slightly, does she know I have an extra thing for bellies? No..that’s..

Pull. Gulp, gulp. Pull.

That’s…

I started to jerk harder, but strangely liking the sight. It started happening faster. It began to rise a little faster now, and Samantha soon looked like when we had our large dinner earlier. Then she passed it.

Pull, pull. Gulp, gulp, gulp.

I was gasping faster now, as I jerked harder. I was getting turned on more and more, and this resulted in more pleasure which resulted in..well, what I can only describe as making Samantha drink faster. Her belly was approaching 9 months pregnancy, with no sign of strain except enough to make her belly button pop out. It rose more and more, and I didn’t want it to stop.

Pull, pull, pull. Gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp.

Her hand was rubbing along her stomach as it seemed to rise further yet, or what she could reach anymore. I was getting so turned on by this, seeing her grow like this, I could not seem to help but make it faster. Samantha was moaning already, and had this determined but pleasured expression on her face as she continued.

Gulp, gulp, gulp.

Another several shots of semen, each one seeming larger than the last, came through into her mouth and down her throat. She seemed to have been approaching beanbag territory, but with no sag. The process would speed up faster as she passed it and..

Oh, no. Oh, shit. Oh…fffffuuuck. I was about to cum. I was about to hit orgasm, and soon. Samantha held fast, but I was jerking faster and faster already as it started to come over me.

Gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp.

Oh god. Her belly was rising faster now, towering twice our height and fast approaching the ceiling. Worried, I looked down, and Sam had her eyes open to watch as she continued. More moans, same determination. Her cheeks bulged out as massive load after load came through her mouth, and I even saw a droplet of cum escape her plump tight lips.

“Oh, shit. Oh, fuck. Samantha, I’m…I’m…” I tried to warn her, her belly was fast approaching the ceiling, and there was this twinkle in her eye. She knew this would happen.

I couldn’t warn her in time. A scream of pleasure and nothing more escaped my lips, as my back locked into an arc and I came..straight in her mouth. With perfect timing, her mouth fully impaled on my cock and she moaned as it all shot straight down her throat.

THUD. Her belly hit the ceiling, pushing hard and spreading slightly against the wall. Through my throes of pleasure and orgasm, I thought it cracked. I swore it would break. I feared she would burst.

Her belly was tight, smooth, and spread evenly against the wall of the ceiling. Nothing happened, and I pulled my flaccid cock out of her mouth on passing out.

That’s my story. We’ve been going again a couple nights a week, with the same thing. The same blowjob, even sex. Pushing her limits with foreplay and teasers. Never cracked that ceiling.

We have been married ten years now, but that was one hell of a first date.