The Joys of Fisting

I’d met Paul several months ago and we had a wonderful time together. After several months of abstaining from fisting for a number of reasons, I was ready to get opened up once again. To say I wasn’t craving it would be an outright lie.

We met at a nearby motel on Saturday afternoon. Once I’d checked in, Paul wasn’t too far behind. We shared a long embrace at the door and then got down to the business of setting up the portable sling, some mood lighting and music.  Once the “chores” were completed we were ready to have our fun.

Now we were both randy and we once again embraced. Paul’s blue eyes melted my defenses and I gave myself completely to him as he rubbed his hands on my back, shoulders, and ass and I opened my mouth to accept his tongue. 

by this time, I’d taken a gummy (or two) and was feeling so relaxed, but not completely spaced out.  Paul stepped away to pull his camera out of his bag and he told me to strip down to my jock. We took pictures of me in various poses, standing, sitting on the chair, on the bed, in various positions exposing my ass; and then we did the same with me completely naked. Paul tweaked my nipples a few times to get them hard and erect for the photos. We worked my cock up to a semi when I removed the jock. 

once the photo shoot was completed, Paul took off his shirt and his jeans and was now wearing only his navy blue boxer briefs. We kissed again and I moved my finger tips through his coarse, dense chest hair. His beard was rough on my face and when he bit down on my right nipple after suckling it, I yelped just a little.

we’d now been together for well over an hour between the set up and photos, maybe closer to two. Paul placed a pad on the sling and one underneath and asked me to climb in. I’d put my cock back into the jock and mounted the sling. Paul placed my ankles into the straps, and then he knelt down and began to eat my hole out. I inhaled some poppers for the first time that afternoon and the feeling washed over me. Paul’s wet tongue sliding against my rosebud had me whimpering. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the ride.  When his tongue slipped past my sphincter and a finger followed, I placed clasped hands on the back of Paul’s head and cried out, “ohhh yes, ohhh ooooohh”.  

Paul feasted on my hole for a long time, working his magic with my tongue, lips, mouth, and fingers. With the combination of the gummies and the poppers, I blocked out everything else going on in my life and focused on the magnificent sensations I was feeling in my asshole. 

So lost in the moment was I, I barely noticed Paul’s slicked-up hand push right through my rectum, not much resistance as his hand was sucked inside. I let out another guttural moan as Paul just held his hand there, letting me adjust naturally to this invasion.  I opened my eyes and Paul and I locked eyes, “I can feel your heartbeat” he said lightly, “that’s it, let yourself go, enjoy the ride. Relax.” It was like I was in a trance as Paul ever so slowly pushed his hand just a little further inside me, feeling his wrist push through. 

he watched me intently as I sprayed Maximum Impact into a cloth and inhaled on it deeply. I nodded my head slowly, granting permission for Paul to proceed. I felt Paul closing his fist inside me, now his knuckles scraping my insides sent further waves of pleasure throughout my body.  He began to move his fist so, so slowly back and forth, pulling back so the wisest part of his fist rested in the opening of my canal and pushing inside, increasing the depth with each slow, slow, gradual stroke. To say I was on Cloud 9 is an understatement, it was even better than that.  Each knuckle grazed past my love almond causing my cock to emit drops of precum, the small stain of the jock pouch becoming just a little larger with every push inside me.

Paul pulled his arm out and took a drink of water as did I. He greased up one of my newer toys which is about 14” long, and it has 5 ridges, each one wider than the next, and after the widest ridge it has a handle, sort of like a butt plug for your hole to close and wrap around it, only this one is wider so your hole doesn’t really stand a chance at closing, it keeps you open!  

I watched in anticipation as Paul rubbed Crisco all over it, getting it nice and sloppy. “Take a hit and lie back. Let’s get you opened up, boy”, he said. I did just that. I placed the back of my head onto the sling, closed my eyes and clasped my hands on the back of my head. I felt the smallest ridge pass through me, it went in without a struggle. After taking Paul’s fist, I knew it wouldn’t be. Paul twisted and turned the toy inside me for a good while before I was begging him for more, and with a sudden jerk, two more ridges were now inside me, and half of the 14”. I could feel my hole stretching now. That’s what I wanted, that’s what I like. 

As Paul once again twisted the toy in my guts I took another hit and resumed my position. “Please, more” I yelled out as the poppers rushed through my nose and right to my asshole. The toy was so slick, Paul didn’t go slow, in went the next ridge, and now 3/4 of the toy was in my butt, and my hole was wider than it had been stretched so far.  I began to breathe deeply, feeling my hole relax with every exhale, enjoying the stretch. I had one more mountain to claim, the very last ridge, and I really, really wanted it!

I reached my hand down to Paul’s and helped him push that last part inside me. It took some effort, when I removed ky hand, Paul had to use his free hand to punch the base and almost force it through. We’d hit the base! I felt so wonderfully full, my hole spasmed for a few moments around the base, I took more maximum impact and inhaled. Ohhh it felt sensational! Paul began punching the base of the toy causing it to vibrate inside of me. I pushed my butt down a little further in the sling and positioned my legs so I was even more open now, and that was it. Paul took that as an invitation to pull that toy out, all 14 inches and pinch it right back inside me. Over and over again, Paul became more assertive and reamed my cunt with that glorious toy. With every stroke I screamed out, “oh yes, ohhhh yes, fuck that cunt out, give it to me”. Our eyes locked again, I could see Paul’s steely determination to feed my cunt and he could see the pure ecstasy all over my face. My jock was soaked with so much precum dribbling out of my piss slit like a faucet. 

We took another break for water and a cool down. He helped me dismount the sling and made sure I was safely on the bed now. I rested for a few minutes waiting for the rush to pass. 

Next, Paul had me now on all 4’s at the edge of the bed. He pushed down his boxer briefs and his 7” cock was inside my well-greased hole. I felt it, yes, but truly I was missing the depth and the wide stretch of his fist. I was facing forward toward the headboard with my arms spread eagle at each side of my head, allowing Paul to take my hole. I swear Paul is a mind reader, and soon his closed fist punched its way along side his cock and my ravenous hole was satisfied. “Mmmmm mmmmmm yeah”, uncontrollable grunting coming out of my mouth. 

After Paul shot his nut inside my hole using his fist to jerk himself, he pulled out leaving his closed fist inside me. I heard him playing with the Crisco and I had a feeling now we’d be getting into some depth play. I was correct. I’d taken the poppers bottle and the maximum impact spray with me to the bed and I took another hit off the bottle, offering Paul some as well as he slowly made his way past his wrist. We were getting closer to the entrance of my second hole now. Once inside, the sensations are tenfold. I was ready. 

I inhaled more Maximum Impact into that cloth and not only did I sniff it, I breathed a little in, just a little. I pushed my ass back on Paul’s closed fist, and once again, his fist was sucked inside my colon. I grinder hard back onto his fist now, as Paul’s other hand rubbed my back and pulled down on my balls. In fact, Paul pulled my cock out of the jock and used my hanging sack as a tight handle, pulling down hard as he pushed even further now. We were 2/3 to the elbow at the point. Each slow movement inside me I could feel that cunt widen around his hairy  forearm, getting much closer to its widest point. 

May this point, Paul was happy to let me drive. In spurts of inhaling the bottle and pushing myself further down, we got there. I rested once we got to the elbow, and Paul continued to stroke my back, rub  and slap my ass, and pull down my my nuts. Then he used his other hand and slapped it against his elbow area, causing his forearm to vibrate and causing me to become even more incomprehensible. I was giggling, babbling, drooling. 

“spray the poppers now and inhale. I’m gonna ruin that cunt. That’s what you want, isn’t it, boy?’ I didn’t even answer but I heard what he said. I found a way to do as I was told and then he pulled his forearm completely out, I felt the air hit my gape and in 5 seconds, in one long stroke, it was back inside, all the way up to the elbow. He did this four or five times and then stopped. He greased up both forearms now.

Imagine having your hole so severely punched out, full force gut punching, my eyes rolled up inside my head, and I had one of the most mind-blowing assgasms in my life, my cock burst shooting goblets of cum all over the sheets. I collapsed into the pool of my own cum nearly unconscious. My ears rang and my mind went blank. I breathed heavily. Paul’s closed fist rested inside my spasming hole.

”oohhh fuck”, I finally said. “That was fucking amazing. Wow.!” I kept saying “wow, over and over as May kind and body became one once again. 

Paul was now laying at my side he’d wiped off his hands and I kissed him hard and thanked him for what just happened. 

“come on, we’re not done. Let’s get you back up into that sling before your hole closes.”

After more water and I washing my face, i was now back into the sling. This time I didn’t use the stirrups, I used my hand to hold my legs up and push my gaping cunt out. I showed Paul my ever growing rosebud as I pushed down hard. He ate it out again, licking the tender red and pink flaps of my rectum. 

I was all poppered out at this point and punched out, too. I had them at the ready but decided to lay off for a bit. The room was heavy with the unmistakable odor of them, and I’d hit them hard. My fingernails were turning a little blue/purple. 

paul greased up his right fist, grabbed his cock, and just entered my cunt. It was open as a tunnel now, I could feel Paul’s hairy balls slapping against my taint as the sling rocked with his combo, thrusting and jerking. His knuckles again making contact with my prostate. My balls began to churn. 

hearing the roar of Paul’s second orgasm and feeling the eruption of his dick inside me was awesome. I love a man using my body as a vessel for their pleasure, doing whatever is needed to get themselves off with no inhibitions. That’s a service I live to provide. I can see Paul’s closed eyes squinting tightly had face contorting, his muscles tensing, and the forthcoming explosion that followed, a powerful release of built up sexual energy, unloading ultimately into my cunt, his seminal fluid to be used as lube for more punch fucking. 

that’s exactly what happened. While we didn’t go as deep, Paul used both fists rapidly opening that cunt up wide as I did finally hit the poppers and wildly jerked myself off. I yelled out so loudly as my count squeezed down hard on that fist and my cock fucking unleashed a torrent of cum, like a fucking fire hose, drops of hot cum landing on my neck, my upper chest and then spraying streams on my stomach and abs before dribbles of white cream ran down my shaft and over my fingers.

Paul pulled his fist out of me and grabbed my wrist, pulling my hand towards my face. He watched me lick my own cream off my fingers like a tasty treat. I didn’t need further encouraging to use my fingers to swipe off more cum off my torso and into my moaning mouth. My cum tasted pungent and warm. 

i left the last bit in my mouth and pulled Paul’s face close to mine for a short snowballing moment. 

we were both spent and exhausted from our nearly 5 hours together. Believe it or not, I nuzzled up into Paul’s chest and we fell asleep for a couple of hours. We both had to get going so we showered and began to deconstruct the sling, etc., and clean up.

I thanked him for an incredible time and we parted ways. My gaping hole tingled for many hours after that. I was still erotically charged thinking back on everything that happened that afternoon. Such the slut that I am, I greased up another large toy that would challenge my ring, pulled out my clover clamps and placed them on my nips, poppered up and rode myself hard to another orgasm in front of the mirror, cum all over the floor.  I dismounted the dildo, brought my face down to the floor, it in all the cum, covering my chin and cheeks. I looked in the mirror and watched myself feast on my cum-covered fingers until it was all gone. 

a wide grin spread across my face as I removed the clamps and crawled into bed. I fingered the loose lips of my cunt before falling into a deep sleep.