Fisting Ecstacy

I’d met Steve quite by accident at a small sex party about 7 months ago. We were both invited guests. The moment he walked into the bedroom our eyes met and the chemistry as instant.

Steve is a a black man in his mid-60’s, bald, salt @ pepper beard and chest, about 5’10”, 170, decent shape, a killer smile.  I tend to go for older men, Steve has a good 15 years on me.

As he’s fucking me on my back at this party, he said, “I’d love to take you home and put my hand inside that lovely hole. I bet you’d feel great wrapped around my fist.”

So, after he injected his seed into me, we exchanged numbers. And, yes, I did see him a few days later at his place, and I took a fantastic journey of taking his fist in the sling set up in his bedroom.

Steve and I have played at least once a month for the past seven months. Each time we play, I go longer, deeper, harder.

This past weekend, we made a date to play. Steve had just purchased a swing for his sling. The swing was flatter and wider than the usual sling. It looked very exciting, and I was ever so honored he chose me to help break it in.

When I arrived, I stripped down to my red jockstrap as Steve was in his. We went back to his bedroom where soft mood music was playing. We made some small talk over a few beers. Steve and I smoked a little 420 and we shared some gummies.  I was becoming more relaxed.

Steve suggested we take things over to his bed. He stood and held onto the bed frame while he coaxed me into sucking his hard cock-ringed 8”, encouraging me to show him how much I want that dick, and to show him just how much of a pig I wanted to be for him. I sucked his cock willingly at his direction, slobbering and feasting on it. As a true submissive, I find servicing cock fuels me. 

I don’t know how long I was working on his dick when suddenly he pulls out of my mouth and he’s got me on all 4’s, and he’s munching away in my crack. I began to howl and hit the Iron Fist poppers I’d just bought.

Steve put his hard cock into my eager butthole and began to pump me with a nice steady pace. I loved the way his cock moved through my rectum, sending bursts of endorphins rushing through me. My caged cock began to leak. Eventually, Steve flooded my ass with a huge load of cum. He said he’d not come in over a week, saving it just for me. “Mmmmmm” was all I could manage to say, as I was now lying flat on my stomach on his bed, almost in a hypnotic trance.

After rubbing my back and ass, Steve fetched our beers and we sipped them. Then he piddled around a bit and told me not to move, to remain on my stomach. He did he wanted tonight to be really special, so he prepared a little “booty bump” just for me.

I felt my rosebud open slightly for it, and then a few seconds of tingling. Steve said now let’s let this marinate for a few minutes before we get started, and he was kneading my cheeks, softly telling me how incredibly good looking he finds me, and how he loves playing with me, etc. I was getting even more relaxed by the second.

And then, when he asked me to mount the swing, (pillow behind my head), I get the hunger. My hole wanted, no, needed, something in it. I looked up in the mirror above me and I could see Steve’s coated hand beginning to insert itself in my inner sanctum.  (Steve uses a combination of Crisco and coconut oil, his own special blend).

As his fingers probed deeper, my hole became ravenous. “Stick it in, give it to me!”, I begged him. Steve said, don’t rush it. Just relax and enjoy. You let me take the wheel. Just draw on those poppers and I’ll be inside you soon.

I did take a few more whiffs of the poppers. I could feel the pressure building as my hole was dilating more. And suddenly, my hole swallowed Steve’s hand and another loud moan from me. My head was swirling and it felt incredibly good.

Laying on the swing, my arms up over my head, looking into the mirror above, I saw Steve’s hand slowly moving and twisting inside me.  I was ready for more.

“Don’t be shy! Don’t be gentle! Wreck my cunt! Fuck me with your fists!”  I was primal now, the deep craving of my hole began to take over.

Steve pulled out, greased up both fists liberally, and he punched his right fist ( his larger one) inside me and pushed past the wrist. He pulled out and quickly replaced it with his left. Right left right left, then he would keep one fist in me and punch up further, half way up to his elbow!  Oh my god, my hole was on fire and I still wanted more!

After the initial play in the swing which lasted almost an hour, Steve suggested we take a break. He cleaned me off and let me drift in the endorphin rush, still in the sling. He was drinking his beer and soaking me in saying how beautiful I looked on his swing.

When he regained strength, he lubed up one of his many toys. This one was a good foot long with 3 ridges of increased width.  It felt like a knife through butter. My hole greedily took the first 2 ridges without resistnace. I was determined for more. I hit the poppers and sunk my bottom further around the 3rd ridge and now I was as wide as a tunnel. Steve began to slow fuck me with it from tip to base, eventually working up to a frenzied pace that had my eyes rolling in the back of my head!

When he pulled out the toy, he replaced it with his right forearm. Now we were going to get into some depth play. Ever so slowly, Steve worked his forearm inside me down to the elbow with a combination of rolling his arm, slowly pushing, me taking hits and also pushing down his arm…we worked together and got us to the elbow. Something I’d never done before.

Then Steve began to slowly move his arm from wrist to elbow and I cannot describe to you the feelings inside me. I was high as a fucking kite and never in my life had felt anything so incredible 

We’d gone for well over an hour on this round and we mutually decided to take a break. This time I got up from the swing and we drank and did a little more 420. We were both a bit giddy, and having so much fun.

30 minutes later, I’m back on all 4’s on the bed with Steve behind me. He slowly inserts his right fist into my rectum, and then began to punch it out, my pussy lips getting swollen, then came his left hand. Then, he used both hands, clasping his hands together making an extra large fist. Over and over again he pushed inside me from wrist to half way up his forearms. Mmmmm mmmmmm mmmmmm wow wow wow… it was in fucking credible!

We’d been playing for a little more than 4 hours at this point, and we thought it a good idea to stop for the night. As we drifted off to sleep, I slipped my hole around Steve’s hand. 

In the morning, I was still very horny. Steve began to rock his fist in my hole ever so slowly and increasing the pressure. After a good 30-45 minutes of this, I had an earth shattering assgasm and so much cum seeped out of my cage. It was the perfect ending to a lost perfect fisting session!