Taking a 'bellyful'

Taking a Bellyful

A new friend of mine (LS) makes mention in her profile that she loves ‘Big Balls’ and taking it ‘doggy style, feeling your lover’s balls slapping against your arse’! Well, I know exactly how she feels.

I can’t remember when I started to use the term ‘taking a bellyful’, but I think it might have been when I was in my late 20s. I had started meeting up and having sex with other likeminded couples with my life-long lover Robert. We started by meeting up with a few couples met through local contact magazines (before the internet) and things developed from there. We would sometimes meet with two or three other couples at someone’s house, or even go to swapping parties. Anyway, back to the story.

My term ‘taking a bellyful’ refers to when I have intercourse and my lover ejaculates in me. To put it in a way that my friend Lusty Slut would, ‘to get well and truly fucked and have my man shoot his spunk deep inside me’! Whatever way you would put it, I always find it extremely sensual to have a lover ejaculate in me, filling me and to enjoy the feeling of his semen seeping out of me, making my knickers gooey for several hours afterwards.

My account of what I wanted to write about happened in the late 80s and I was in my early 30s. I had met Tina at teacher training college in the late 70s and became good friends. We would often go out ‘on the town’ on Fridays and Saturdays, but after qualifying, Tina moved back to Cardiff and I met my hubby and got married. We kept in touch and remained friends, visiting each other whenever we could. The one thing we had in common was that we both loved sex! We often took boyfriends back to our bedsits with each other and I think my bi interests were further developed with Tina. No, we weren’t lovers, but there were a few occasions when we had joined in with each other’s boyfriends in the same room, cuddling and touching each other. On a few occasions, we ended up masturbating in front of each other and even played with each other. When Tina visited us, she would want me to take her to the pubs and clubs in Cambridge and then Bristol. When I visited her, we would always meet a couple of chaps and end up having sex with them. On a couple of occasions Tina would set me up with a suitable ‘blind date’, usually a friend of the boyfriend that would be accompanying her when we were out. We were chalk and cheese in many ways, but there was one thing that we both loved; good sex and lots of it!

It must have been in the summer of 88 or 89 when I arranged to visit Tina as I was going to be in her part of the world for a seminar. It was going to be on a weekday evening and as we both had things on the next day, we agreed not to go out. I telephoned Tina as I was on my way to her and she said that we would be going down to a pub near to her flat as there was someone she wanted me to meet. She wouldn’t say who and wouldn’t say; I was curious. I arrived at Tina’s after the first day of the seminar at just after six. I had a quick shower, changed and we were ready. Tina was dressed in one of her ‘out-on-the-town-to-pull’ outfits, a short mini dress, high heels and a low cut blouse; I was dressed more conservatively in a skirt and blouse. We walked arm in arm down the road to her pub like a couple of schoolgirls high on lemonade, chatting about this and that and catching up on each other’s news.

On arriving at the pub, we ordered our drinks and sat at a corner table continuing with our catch-up. We talked a little about our teaching career, family and friends, before getting around to sex. It was our favourite subject and I was moist after just a couple of minutes listening to Tina’s exploits. I asked what Tina had in mind for the evening and all she would say was ‘wait and see’. After a few minutes a chap walked into the pub, looked over to where Tina and I sat, nodded at us and smiled. ‘Here’s Keith’, she said.
‘Who’s Keith’? I asked.
‘You’ll see’!
Keith was about 5’2” tall, stocky with thinning hair and in his late 50’s or so. He had ordered a pint and came over to where we were sitting.
‘Hello Tina, Kate’, he said, before sipping at his beer.
Tina introduced me to Keith, a friend of hers who knew her father before he died. ‘Keith’s going to join us for the evening, if you don’t mind’, Tina informed me. How could I object? I chatted a little with Keith and realised what a pleasant chap he was. Keith was a former dock worker from Cardiff, who was made redundant a few years earlier. Since leaving the docks, he had spent his time sketching scenes and taking photographs of disappearing Cardiff landmarks. All in all he was a very interesting person. Tina joined in the conversation and brought it around to ‘sex’! She told me that she would meet up with Keith once a week or so, go to a pub down around the dock redevelopments, take ‘pictures’ and then back to her place. I could see the electricity between them as she mentioned ‘and back to my place’. I couldn’t wait to find out more. When Keith went up to buy us all another drink, I popped the question and asked again what it was that she had in mind. All Tina would say was ‘wait and see’.

We had another drink after then and then walked back to Tina’s. At one point, Keith was between us arm in arm. It must have looked a little strange, Tina and I around 5’6” and Keith between us, considerably shorter, especially with us in heals. We reached Tina’s and settled down to a bottle of wine between us, followed by another. I sat in an armchair and Tina and Keith sat on the settee. It wasn’t long before the conversation turned to sex. Innuendos at first, then Tina confessed to me, in front of Keith, that she hadn’t ‘had it’ for a good week and that if she didn’t do anything about it she might ‘heal up’. I laughed and said she was lucky. I can’t remember exactly what I said but it was something like ‘A week, hell, it’s been almost a month for me, what with work and William’.

There was a moment’s silence. Keith shuffled and gave a little cough and Tina took a swig of the remaining wine in her glass. Well, that’s why Keith is here, he can help us both out.’ I couldn’t believe how blatant and to the point Tina could be at times and on this occasion she was to her true self. I was a little tipsy to say the least and the conversation had been more than ‘interesting’; in fact I remember being quite moist at that point. Tina poured the remaining wine into our glasses and stood in front of Keith, between him and me, almost hiding him from my view. Tina said something quietly to Keith and I saw Keith nod and put his glass down on a side table. Tina stood there in front of him, her feet parted, sipping at her glass of wine as gently swaying side to side at the hips.

I watched intently at what was developing before me as I sipped at my glass of wine. I saw Keith’s hand appear between Tina’s thighs and go up to the hidden gusset of her knickers. She started to moan softly and gyrate her hips in slow circular movement as Keith’s other hand came around the outside of her buttocks and also disappeared up her short dress. I started to lubricate at the sight opening before me and lifted one leg up and placed my foot on the seat of my chair. As I continued to watch, I almost u*********sly slipped my free hand up the hem of my skirt and began to caress my sex over the thin fabric of my knickers. It wasn’t long before Tina began to show signs of coming and knelt over Keith, straddling him. Her orgasm was almost instant and she didn’t hold back.

After a few moments, Tina got up, came over to my chair and held her hand out. She pulled me up and led me over to where Keith sat and I was treated to the same experience. Keith’s hand went up under the hem of my skirt and he began to trace the outline of my vagina and clitoris over my knickers. I started to breath heavily and looked around to where Tina sat. Both her feet were up on the edge of the arm chair, her knickers were on the floor and in the dim light of the table lamp I could see the glistening outline of her vagina and her fingers working away at it. I could feel that all too familiar feeling of butterflies in my stomach and groin, and realised I was lubricating profusely. Keith’s fingers had worked their way inside the gusset of my knickers and were caressing my vagina with their tips. I looked down at him, to just catch him looking up at me with a soft smile on his face. I whispered softly to Keith, ‘Fucking hell, I’m coming’. His index finger went straight to my clitoris and started to circle it very softly, gently. How could he know that? How did he know that this is what would bring me off? Tina! I looked around and Tina was grinning like a Cheshire cat. Moments later, I had my orgasm.

Tina was at my side and took me by the hand again, leading me across the hall into the spare room. She lifted my overnight bag and holdall off of the bed and sat me down on at the foot of the bed. Tina pulled the wicker chair out of the corner and sat there, a wicked grin on her face. ‘Have I got a surprise for you’? said Tina, looking backwards and forwards between me and the doorway. The room was sparsely but tastefully furnished; single bed, dressing table, stool, cane chair, bedside cabinet and a small built-in cupboard. The only light in the room was from a streetlight on the opposite side of the road and a soft glow from the lamp in the sitting room. I sat for just a few moments, listening to the rustle of clothing coming from Keith in the sitting room. In just a few moments I saw Keith’s silhouette appear in the doorway. ‘Ready’? he asked.
‘Yes, let’s get going’, replied Tina.

Keith walked over to where I sat and stood before me. I could make out that all he was wearing was a pair of beige boxer shorts. ‘Well, do I have to stand here all night’? he asked. I looked past him at Tina and saw her wink and smile. The hem of her mini dress was up around her waist and she was strumming away at her sex. I held out my hands and hooked my thumbs inside the waistband of Keith’s boxers, slowly pulling them down until he stepped out of them. I have an enormous gasp when my eyes rose up to his crutch. There, in a half erect state, was the thickest penis I had ever seen. I placed my hand under it and lifted it gently. It was heavy and I could feel it stiffening in my hand. I then noticed his scrotum and gave a second gasp as I felt myself gush in my knickers. Hanging from the base of his penis was an enormous sack containing what looked like two large pears. His testicles were almost as large as tennis balls. My other hand cradled them and boy, were they heavy!

I placed my thumb and forefinger around Keith’s hardening penis, but even although it wasn’t totally erect, I couldn’t join the tips of my fingers. With soft gentle strokes, I began to masturbate Keith and brought him to full hardness. His penis was around 7” long, not a record but a nice length, but its girth! He was thicker than the cardboard tube of a toilet roll, something nearing 2” in diameter and he wasn’t fully erect! I could see the look of concentration on Tina’s face as she watched my reaction to her little surprise for me. Keith, as well as looking down on his English maiden handling his enormous tool and balls, had also been looking around at Tina, watching her masturbate out of the corner of his eye. Within a few minutes Keith was fully erect. My eyes had adjusted to the low light level and I could now see the mammoth manhood in my hand. I could see the veins running up and down the shaft, the tight foreskin still over the bulbous head and the large testicles hanging from the base.

‘How’s that for a beauty’? asked Tina. I couldn’t reply, I was totally absorbed by what I was holding. I placed my thumb and forefinger around the head and pulled Keith’s foreskin over the reddish-purple head and heard him sigh as I did so. I lowered my head to its furthest point so his penis was inches from my face, parted my lips and took the tip of his head in my mouth. My lips were fully stretched around the head of his prick and I could barely take half of it in my mouth. Keith’s hands rested gently on the back of my head as I began to treat him to my best oral. After just a couple of minutes my mouth and jaw began to ache and I withdrew him from me and looked up. The expression on his face was intent.

Tina appeared at his side, lifted the hem of her dress and took his penis from my grasp. She turned Keith slightly, so he was facing her and started to rub the head of his cock against her clitoris. I sat back and watched what she was up to. I could see exactly how large Keith was and I could see that Tina was use to having him. This continued for s few minutes, before Tina suddenly announced, ‘Okay Kate, you need it more than me’, and held out her hands to pull me up from my seated position. As I rose to my feet Tina’s hands went under the hem of my skirt, took hold of my now wet knickers and pulled them down and off. I stepped out of them, trembling with excitement and anticipation. Her hand came up between my legs and I gave a sharp gasp as two of her fingers pressed into my extremely wet vagina. My vagina was ‘open’, I was wet and I needed to be fucked. My cunt was burning and I would have opened my legs for absolutely anything at that point, and Tina knew it!

Mercilessly, Tina swung me around at the foot of the bed so I was facing the headboard, pushed me forward and told me to kneel. ‘Hands and knees’, she said, knowing my preference for a good hard fuck. I have to use the word ‘fuck’ as it was just what I needed and exactly what I was going to get. There would be no lovemaking, no tenderness and no relationship-building. I was going to be fucked.

I knelt on the bed on my hands and knees, with my feet almost over the edge and waited. ‘Not needing a condom’? asked Tina. I just shook my head. Tina sat on the bed beside my knees began to run a finger up and down the folds of my vagina. I could feel an orgasm building up and lowered my head to the bed and looked through my parted thighs. Keith was standing at the foot of the bed and Tina was slowly wanking him with her other hand. I could feel my juices running from me and trickling down the inside of my left thigh. My breathing was becoming heavier, deeper and noisier and the attention Tina was paying me was likely to make me come again. I watched as Tina got up off the bed and stood side-on to me and took hold of Keith in her left hand. Tina’s right hand cam up from under my tummy and felt for the opening if my vagina; she found it straight away. My vagina was ‘open’, I was ready and she knew it!

It was only a moment later that I felt the hem of my skirt being lifted up over my naked backside and the large bulbous head of Keith’s penis being positioned against the entrance of my vagina. I gave a gasp as I felt myself open further around him as he was eased forward by Tina. In response, I eased back towards Keith, offering myself to him as his penis entered me. He was probably only an inch or so in me, but I was already being stretched to my limit. It would be two or three years before I would have a baby, but up until this point I wasn’t aware of ever taking anything as thick as Keith’s prick in me, natural or man-made. Keith, Tina and I kept still for a few moments as I began to acclimatise myself to his girth. Then, with encouragement from Tina, Keith began to enter me further. ‘There Kate, that’s it, nice and easy, you’re a big girl, you can take it’.

I could feel myself stretching further and further, if that was at all possible, as Keith entered me. It felt like he was filling my womb with his massive cock. Slowly, gradually, inch by inch, he entered me. Penetrating me a little more, pulling back and then in a little further. I guess that with a penis that big, he was use to it, but I bet there were many girls who just couldn’t take him and had to manage with a ‘finger-off’ somewhere in an alleyway and then toss Keith off as his consolation reward, ejaculating into their hand. There wouldn’t be a settlement for ‘finger pie’ tonight and judging by the size and weight of Keith’s balls, I wouldn’t want his seed wasted. I saw Tina step away from us and take her seat in the chair again. She instantly brought both feet up on to the edge of the chair and put both hands down to her sex. I knew her well and I knew she would be getting just as much satisfaction sitting there seeing to herself whilst she watched me being fucked as if it were her in my place.

Keith began to make small movements in and out of me, causing me to moan with pleasure. I could feel every inch of his now lubricated penis slide in and out of me, no matter how small the movements were. He began to increase the length of his strokes as I became accustomed to his size. My head dropped to the mattress as I submitted myself to this stallion of a man. Keith’s strokes became longer, slower at first and then regained pace again. I could feel that suppressed orgasm building up inside of me as each of his strokes became longer and deeper. I was suddenly aware of something touching my thighs, brushing against them with every forward thrust of Keith’s prick. I couldn’t make out what it was at first as Tina was still in the chair, frigging herself off and both of Keith’s hands were resting on my hips. I looked long and hard between my opened thighs and could just make out the large pear-shaped spheres of Keith’s full heavy testicles slapping against my thighs. With that, my second orgasm of the evening swept over me.

A few moments had passed as I recovered my composure. Keith had regained control and was fucking me again with slower, more deliberate strokes. I became aware that Tina was at my side again, kneeling on the floor with her hand under my belly and between my legs. She was flicking the tip of her wet index finger over my swollen and protruding clitoris. No doubt her other hand would be between her own thighs doing the same thing to herself, just like the odd evening when we were at teacher training college. She began to moan and utter expletives as her one orgasm swept over her. I couldn’t make out any of it as it was in Welsh, but Keith understood every word. ‘Says I’m to fuck you good and proper Kate, give you a good seeing to and then wash your womb out with my spunk. Alright with you then’? I just moaned and started rocking backwards and forwards on Keith’s cock, riding him, fucking him. It was me in control now and I noticed that Tina had his balls in her hand. My turn to be vocal. ‘Oh my God’! I cried softly. ‘Fuck me. Please, fuck me. Fill me with your spunk. Give me a bellyful. Quick, do me, I’m coming again’.

Once again Keith started to motion in and out of me, in a very controlled way. I’m not sure to this day, but I guess he wanted to come with me. He wanted to fuck me and then fill my cunt with his spunk, just as I creamed. His movements became longer, deeper, faster and harder. Tina got up and was sitting on the chair again, her hand probably a blur against her cunt. My mind was totally absorbed by the sensation of the whole of my vagina being stretched to its limits, the head of Keith’s penis hitting the head of my cervix with each inward thrust and the caressing of my tender inner thighs by his heavy scrotum. Keith began to speak in a mixture of English and Welsh. I guess the Welsh was for Tina’s benefit, as she replied after each of his sentences; the English was for my benefit. I can’t remember exactly what was said, but the English side of the conversation went along these lines:

‘So, you’ve wanted to feel a big cock inside you for some time, yes’?
‘Yes, oh yes’.
‘And Tina’s found you a man with a big cock and plenty of spunk to fill your tight little cunt, yes’?
‘Yes, fuck me, yes’.
‘And you’ve opened your legs for me to fuck you and spunk in you, yes’?
‘Oh my God. Fuck me, fuck me, quickly, I’m coming’.
With that’ Keith gradually increased speed as I fell onto my belly, face down on the bed. I was sobbing, moaning and calling out to him to do me. Keith laid his full weight on me as he hammered himself into me, pressing my groin hard into the soft mattress, causing the bunching up of the quilt to rub against my clitoris. I could feel my orgasm rising as Keith’s prick fucked me harder and deeper than I’d been fucked before. I could feel his balls slapping against my bottom and my juices flooding from me. I was awash down below and I knew any moment it was going to become messier.

I could just about hear Tina’s moans above mine as she brought herself off to a continuing series of orgasms whilst watching her no doubt ‘lover’ fuck her best friend. All of a sudden I felt my orgasm approach. This was a big one and I wasn’t going to waste it. ‘I’m coming, I’m coming’, I shouted, as I felt Keith ram his penis into my vagina with several deep hard thrusts. He said something in Welsh and then said in a pained cry, ‘here I come, ready........’
‘Fuck me, fill me with you spunk. I’m coming’!
I felt Keith give one very deep, almost painful last thrust into me. Whilst I am sure it was in my mind, I am just as sure that I felt his jet of semen shoot from his penis as he ejaculated deep inside me. My orgasm slowly subsided as Keith slowly and gently rocked in and out of me, seeing that every last drop of his spunk drained into me.

Pearls of sweat were forming on my brow and the whole of my body seem to ache, as if I had just swum an extremely long distance and were laying on the sand with waves of pleasure washing over me. I could hear voices in the distance and could hear movement. I looked around to one side of me to see Tina kneeling on the seat of the cane chair, her body resting on the back cushion and her bottom sticking into the air. Her thighs were parted and I could see the glistening crack of her gaping vagina. Keith had left the bed and was taking up a position behind Tina. A few words were being spoken in Welsh and I can only imagine what they were. Keith entered Tina with is still erect but spent cock and began to fuck her, confirming the fact that she was well use to taking his girth. It took only seconds for Tina to be shouting out in ecstasy as her own orgasm arrived.

It seemed like ages had passed, but in fact it could only have been a matter of a couple of minutes at the most. I heard the front door close and felt Tina lay down beside me on the bed. Our arms went around each other and we kissed gently, tenderly and in no hurry. ‘Well’? she asked.
‘Mmmmm.........’ was all I could reply with.
‘I knew you would like him. He’s been seeing to me ever since I was old enough to be fucked and he has never failed to give me an orgasm. Yes, sure, being fucked by a chap your own age is good, but there’s many a good tune played on an old fiddle’.
I felt Tina’s hand go down to between my legs and start to caress my sore swollen sex. My vagina gets puffy when I’m aroused and even puffier when I’ve had sex, but today, it was like a ripe peach. Smoothly shaven, swollen and discoloured from the treatment it had just had. ‘Needs kissing better’, I said, not believing what I’d said. Tina lifted herself up and straddled me in the traditional 69 position. I felt her warm breath on my groin as she lowered her head towards my sex. Above me I could see her wet open vagina, itself begging to be attended to. I felt Tina’s lips close over my clitoris as she gently sucked my protruding hood. Her tongue took over as she circled the base of it, occasionally darting it across its tender tip, sending shivers through me.

I started to moan again as I raised my knees and opened my legs wide. I could feel another orgasm approaching and felt Tina bring her lips pack down on my clitoris, causing me to start to come. It took just a matter of seconds for my orgasm to start off again and I realised that this was going to be my climax; my final orgasm. Just as I felt the waves of pleasure begin to swell up inside me again I lifted my head and treated Tina to the same treatment. As my lips met her clitoris she joined me in my muffled moans. She was bucking against me, riding my face, making me wet with her lovejuice. It took less than a few seconds like this for both of us to climax. I came in a long aching orgasm whilst Tina came quickly with sharp thrusts against my face. Once spent, she collapsed on me and lay there for a few minutes, before rejoining me at my side. She kissed me again, softly on the lips and I could taste Keith’s salty semen and my own musty juices on her lips.

After a short rest, laying there in each other’s arms, Tina left the room and returned with a long T-shirt and as sanitary towel for my knickers. ‘You’ll need this, believe me’, she said, passing me the towel and my knickers off of the floor. I slept soundly that night and was woken in the morning with a cup of tea and some cereal. We had a short chat about the night before and both agreed that we would have to repeat it. Sadly, my seminar was only two days and I had a ticket home on the train that afternoon. However, we would make plans for me to visit again and next time we would have more time. There was a lot Tina and I share in common, not only our tastes and lovers, and because of that, we have remained good friends right up to this day. As for Keith, well......... I have visited Tina many times since that first meeting and have had the pleasure of Keith on quite a few occasions. He’s in his 80s now and whilst he isn’t as active, he can still satisfy.

Footnote

I have written this account in a slightly different way to how I would usually write. I was brought up to, and have always used proper words like ‘vagina’, ‘penis’, ‘scrotum’, ‘intercourse’ and so on, as oppose to improper swearwords like ‘cunt’, ‘fuck’ etc. However, ‘LS’ has had a bad influence on me! I often refer to things in my own mind using my own expression or words, such as ‘taking a bellyful’, ‘being seen to’, ‘opening my legs’ etc, but only resort to swearwords when no other words will suffice. Yes, I will often use expletives and swearwords when being made love to. I will often urge my lover on when I’m near to my orgasm by telling him to ‘fuck me, fill me with your spunk, give me a bellyful’. I see nothing wrong with this, but as a result of LS’s mention of being ‘FUCKED’ and ‘FEELING A BLOKE’S BALLS SLAPPING AGAINST YOUR ARSE’, I thought I would write a little in this vein. LS’s remarks about ‘balls slapping’ reminded me of Tina and Keith and I thought it only right to write about them and my experiences with them.

I hope you like this blog and welcome constructive comments.

Kate.....................