First time fisted

I know I am far from being an expert fistee, but I’m learning, and I like it. Erik and I had met twice already, each time fisting has become easier and more enjoyable. They say fisting is the most intimate sexual act two people can experience, and I am here to testify that that is true. Also, the importance of communication becomes escalated.

So, several weeks after our last session, I had the urge for something more. Sure, I have fun with my key holder Jace, and Diego who I’ve been seeing often, but with Erik, it’s all just so different. He’s so patient, and he takes his time.

We met at the same hotel as last time. Had brought all my selection of toys, the harness, jockstrap, etc. I’ve come to realize the essential necessities of fisting include a good lube (Crisco), a fresh bottle of poppers (Jungle Juice Platinum), and all the dildos, each have a role in the fisting process, at least for me.

Erik walked into the hotel room to find me on all fours, at the edge of the bed, stuffed with my 10” dildo deep inside. He walked over and began to move it in and out of my hole, twisting and turning it, stretching my insides with it. It was so slick with lube, it moved easily as he maneuvered it. Then he slicked up another dildo, and I inhaled on the poppers as he slid the 8.5” inside against the 10” that was already in place. Oh wow, I was being stretched open. I knew I would need to be in order to accomplish what I had hoped this afternoon. Erik grabbed onto both fake dicks and pushed one and then the other both hitting up into my prostate in rapid succession.

Pulling them both out, he pulled off his pants, got behind me, and pushed his own dick in. No lube needed as my hole was so slick already. As much as I enjoy a big dildo, nothing is better than the real thing. Feeling the heat of a real dick is second to none. Erik was very excited, and it didn’t take him long to unload inside me.

He reached over and began to lube up the fist dildo, working the crisco all the way down to the “elbow”, the widest part as the fist dildo narrows at the wrist, and grows wider as it goes deeper, much like the real thing. I inhaled deeply on the Jungle Juice, and felt the fist press against my pucker, I pushed back to begin entry. It was slick, and it easily slipped in, all “fingers”, Erik began to slowly push it in deeper, pushing up against my second ring. I took yet another hit and I pushed back just a little as the fist pushed right in. I let out a moan. It was in. He held it inside letting my hole relax as it clamped around the fist.

I took more hits, and Erik began to rock that fist slowly in and out, at first very slowly. For several minutes, gentle rocking., very slowly. I shook my head encouraging Erik to go faster, and he picked up the pace. I became incomprehensible, as he was now moving that fist so fast punching up into me. I was seeing stars it felt better than amazing. But now I wanted and needed the real thing.

I reached behind me to stop Erik from ducking me with it, and he got the hint, and we both guided it out of my hole. It slipped out with ease, as I was feeling very open at this point. Erik began coating both his hands in crisco, lots of it, down to his elbows. I wanted Erik to stick that fist further inside me, further than the first two times, and I wanted him to punch inside me, one fist after the other, to punch into my hole like a boxer.

I exhaled deeply, relaxing myself. After being fisted a few times you know what to expect, it’s no longer a mystery, no pinger wondering if you can do it. You gain confidence, and with that confidence, you challenge yourself to go further, to do more. I knew I could, I wanted to.  So, still on all 4’s, Erik behind me, I inhaled deeply in the poppers once again, opened my mouth and breathed in the fumes, and then sniffed them again. I closed the lid, and Erik didn’t hesitate, he knew I was ready. He shaped his hand into a cone, all coated with white crisco, and pushed in my ring, straight with force, pushing, pushing, until my second ring gave way, and he was in. God he was in! I was panting. I could feel everything, his fingers stretching, then closing. I took more poppers, my head spinning, and I began to push myself back, feeing his forearm explore more of my insides, I pushed further and further back and I felt my insides widen as I was reaching further to his elbow. I began to fuck myself using Erik’s arm. I was babbling and my locked cock was oozing cum. It was heaven, really, if you’ve never been fisted and you enjoy getting fucked, this is better, it truly is.

Erik began to push his fist deeper into me as I was baring down on his arm, and we got there, we got to just above his elbow. Mission accomplished. I never thought I would do this in my wildest dreams. I never thought I’d want to do this, but here I was, and I was doing it because I wanted it, I craved it. The feeling of fist drove me crazy.

I fucked back on Erik’s arm, and it was time for Erik to pull out. I hit the poppers and closed my eyes, Erik swiftly pulled his arm from out of my ass. My hole was gaping, I reached back, lips a little puffy, but the hole was open for business. Erik went and coated his fists again, got behind me, and he began a slow punch fuck, one fist, then the other, building it a good rhythm, a good speed, and he began to go faster and faster. And I began to rock back moaning louder and louder and it was so good,  I screamed, “don’t stop, I’m gonna cum”, and I did. I coated the jockstrap with my ejaculate. I was exhilarating!

My head was spinning as I came down from that, my ears began to ring, and Erik pulled his fists from my ass. I thanked him, he took me to a pleasure place I’d never known before. We cuddled, we made out, I nursed on his dick,‘he side fucked me, my gaping hole all wet. Then he pushed me onto my stomach and speared me until he shot a second nut into my butt.

We cuddled, and I wanted more fist. I had him raise his fist up and I costed it liberally with crisco. I held onto the bedpost, and I slowly lowered my open cunt over his closed fist. I pushed down, easily sliding down, feeling his fist burst through me. This time I got to control the pace and tempo. I bent over slightly, holding onto the bedpost, and ground my hole down, trying to control my sphincter muscles to tighten around the fist, and the instant pleasure began to take over. Erik kissed me as I fucked his fist. Then he reached over and began to tweak my nipple, and that did it, I was moaning like a complete bitch, crying out, fucking myself faster and tighter, until i clamped down so hard like a vice and shots of cum erupted out of me once again, the cum so sting I could see it dampen the lily hole of my cock sock. I was exhausted, I had come hard. My ears ringing again, my head once again spinning. I pulled my ass off of Erik’s fist and collapsed. He said, “holy shot that was hot”, he hadn’t felt anyone cum that hard before, and he told me he felt my ass squeeze his wrist.

He got hard again. Pushed my legs back and pushed his dick into my cavern. It was stretched and gaping even more at this point. Erik was so horned up by what he had just witnessed, it didn’t air him long to jizz.

We were both sloppy and sweaty. My hole was dripping out cum and melted crisco. We both showered, and it was time for Erik to leave. With a little more than an hour left before check out, I wasn’t ready to leave just yet. Although I couldn’t jerk off, I knew I could still get off with the right amount of anal stimulation.

I planted the 10” and 8.5” inch dildos on the floor and coated them liberally. Brought over the tit clamps and poppers. I applied the clamps to the most extreme setting, they instantly sent shockwaves down to my cock. I took a deep hit and watched myself sink down, double dicking myself, stretching. I sank all the way down and just let them sit there, down to the balls, I was so open. Then I leaned down on my hands, and with a side view in the mirror, I began the slow fuck, watching them disappear and reappear with every thrust, the clamps jumping as I increased the speed. I was like a steam engine on full speed, groaning, pushing the plastic dicks into my prostrate, it was intense and I did it, only this time no jockstrap, and the cum oozed out of the metal cage onto the floor.

I sat up still impaled and scooped up my load and rubbed it into my mouth, onto my lips. I came down, and I came off them. I reached behind and felt my wrecked hole. I knew it would take me days to recover, but for these three orgasms, and the insane pleasure I experienced, it was all very much worth it!