I met Jamal a few weeks ago when I was playing with Bao. Jamal is 43, 6’4”, at least 250, sort of that ex-linebacker build, bushy beard, fat semi-collapsible paws. He and I definitely had a chemical connection when we played at Bao’s and I put his number in my phone knowing I’d be contacting him at some point for a FF play date.
Every few weeks my cunt starts talking to me. It starts with a passing thought about getting gaped out, and then with each passing day the momentary thought develops into a full on, all-consuming craving. My cunt hollers at me in desperation until I give in, until I give it what it needs.
I began to have vivid day dreams of what it would be like to surrender my cunt to Jamal. These sexually charged thoughts often led to soaking wet briefs, my caged cock was continuously leaking.
I finally took the step and texted Jamal.
“Hey Jamal, this is Rich. We met at Bao’s a few weeks ago.”
“Hey pig, what’s up?”
“You busy today?”
“No, you wanna play?”
“Yeah. I host.”
“You have T?”
“Yeah.”
I gave him my address and time and immediately began my douching regimen. I started out with one gummy to loosen up while I cleaned my insides, and once I was ready to work myself open with some toys, I took a second gummy.
I got some X-lube ready, new poppers from a British company called Twisted Beast, and some other toys from my toy chest. I also set up my pipe and a bump for my booty.
My cunt lips were winking at me in the mirror. I was making her happy and soon she’d be singing gloriously. I put on a red and black Nasty Pig jockstrap and my new black rubber fisting shorts and zipped up the back. My Viper cock cage accentuated the front, fitting very snugly. I decided to wear my leather harness which seemed to go well with the shorts. I had new red and black tube socks that a friend had given me, which read “Fist Me”. There was no doubt I was dressed for the occasion.
When Jamal knocked on my door, I was a bit heady already, and quite horny. Jamal gave me a once over from head to toe and an evil grin spread over his face. He pushed the door shut behind him and pulled me in for a big hug and kiss. The fullness of his beard scratched my face, and I felt myself melting in his arms.
“Ooohhh Jamal. Let’s go to my bedroom.”
I took Jamal’s hand in mine and guided him to my room. I had dimmed the lights and had some light EDM music playing in the background.
“Why don’t you get comfortable. Can I get you a drink?”
Jamal sat at the edge of my bed and started to remove his Nike’s. He had a huge foot and in my depraved mind I knew I’d be sitting on it at some point.
“Do you have beer?”, he asked, breaking my stare.
“Yeah, you like Corona or I might have something else.”
“Corona is good.”
I brought both of us some beer and when I came back to the room, both of his shoes were off and white ankle socks were still on his feet. He’d pulled off his jeans and was in leather trunks which had a zipper in front, and a black leather vest. Damn, Jamal looked like a Black King in his outfit and I liked it a lot.
“You are so hot, Jamal. I love the way you look.”
“Thanks, you look good yourself.”
We both clinked our bottles together and took a swig of beer.
I had a good feeling that my cunt was going to be extremely pleased that night.
Jamal patted the empty space on the bed next to him and I sat down. He turned to face me and we made out again. Jamal slipped his long and wide tongue into my mouth and I sucked on it.
“Mmmm, you’re so hot, Rich.”
“Thanks man. You wanna smoke?”
“Fuck yeah, let’s get this party started.”
I reached to my nightstand and grabbed the things we needed. Jamal lit the lighter and I brought the pipe to the flame, and when the moment was right, I took the first hit. It was a big one, with a big puffy cloud. Jamal did the same, only he pulled my mouth onto his and blew inside me. Fuck! That was hot.
We exchanged a couple more hits before putting the pipe down, both feeling the effects pretty quickly. I reached down to unzip Jamal’s shorts and saw his shaft was covered by a well used jockstrap. I’m sure it was white at some point. I inhaled the musky pouch and it went right to my head. I’d come back to the jock later, now I needed dick, so I released his nine inch python of a cock. Jamal surprised me by lighting up one more time and had me inhale and then pushed my head down on his semi to exhale, only I sealed my lips over it so I could continue to inhale and exhale and enjoy the blow.
My mouth was hungry now and I slobbered all over that big majestic cock. I didn’t get to see it so much at Bao’s but I wasn’t going to miss the chance to worship it now.
Jamal laid back and let me throat him, but his hands were growing anxious. Jamal found the zipper on the back of my shorts and pulled it down. My smooth white creamy ass was now exposed.
Jamal pulled my ass over his face and while I continued to work his cock, Jamal’s tongue went to work on my butt hole. I took a hit of poppers and I knew that was the beginning of the end of full-consciousness. That big puff of Ass Ammo poppers hit me hard. I felt my hole loosen around Jamal’s tongue as it swirled round and round, in and out.
“I think you’re ready, Rich. Get on your stomach.”
I laid flat on my stomach.
“Spread your ass open for me.”
I pulled my cheeks open and felt the lubed medicine dropper push inside my cunt ring. Jamal pushed it inside a few inches deep and then I felt the familiar tingle as he depressed the stopper. Jamal pulled the stopper back and depressed it a second time and a third time making sure every drop had emptied.
Jamal began to kiss my butt cheeks while we waited, kneading them. I was getting a warm feeling taking over my body with each passing minute. Jamal lit the pipe and opened up my hole and blew clouds right up into it. Then brought one more to my lungs.
Oh, we were both riding the wave now. I knew I was ready for it.
I pushed a pillow under my hips and pulled my legs back to expose that throbbing cunt.
“Give me your fist, please”, I begged.
I watched Jamal squeeze the X-lube into his palms and he rubbed it on both hands just past the wrist.
I reached for the poppers. I’d attached a super sniffer for each nostril, so this was gonna get wild. I began to inhale slowly as I felt Jamal’s fingers press inside of me. The hit I took had to be a good 20 seconds, then I held it as long as I could before exhaling. All those times I spent popper bating paid off on moments like this.
“Man, put your whole hand inside me!”, I demanded.
I reached down to close Jamal’s fingers into a ball and helped him push his closed fist inside my hole. Then I raised both my arms behind my head. I could smell my own rank pits and I was so turned on.
“Oh fuck yeah! Your fist is huge! Fuck that feels so good! Give it to me!”
My inner beast had come out. No inhibitions now.
“You want me to punch your cunt out, piggy?”
“Yes, please!”
Not even a minute into our session, Jamal was working his right fist into a great rhythm. My cunt lips spread open like a greasy cavern. I motioned for Jamal to pull his fist all the way out and all the way back in. I wanted total wreckage. Jamal was becoming more and more aggressive. I knew he had it in him.
“Come on man, pretend my cunt is your worst enemy. Fuck it up good!”
Jamal laughed at that, but then he scowled as he squeezed more lube out and I poppered up again. Jamal had me breathless, my voice screeched to a high soprano octave as my hole was annihilated by his massive paw delivering blow after blow. I was deliciously delirious, and needed more.
Jamal had a sadistic look in his eyes when he pulled my rubber shorts off and he stripped naked.
“I’ve been wearing this dirty jock all week. I even pissed on it today just for you, pig.”
Jamal wrapped his jock around my head so the pouch was right over my nose. Then he pushed the poppers under each nostril and I went insane. I held my legs up again and pushed my cunt upward. The fumes coming off that filthy jock were intoxicating, so wondrous, and made my eyes water. I breathed deeply as I felt Jamal’s large mitt push back inside me. I used my left hand to push that pouch into my nose and into my mouth so I could taste it.
“Mmmmmm mmmmph”, I mumbled as Jamal’s fist slowly pushed further into my guts, now at least half way to the elbow. His thick hairy forearm was stretching me out alright. Every nerve ending came alive when he rolled his arm side to side, working his way upward.
I was still gooning out over that gross jock that wreaked from sweat, cum, and piss. The scent was strong, and every time I took a deep huff, my mind delved to a lower level of subspace. It felt like I was becoming less aware of my surroundings, and more aware of every touch, the EDM beats were filling my mind. I closed my eyes and drifted as Jamal’s forearm pushed in deep to the elbow. It was incredible to reach this depth.
Jamal paused and I just relaxed, feeling my hole loosening up.
Jamal tossed me my black hood with his free hand.
“Put that on, pig. Just relax and let me take care of your cunt.”
I placed the hood over the smelly jockstrap. Without vision, my senses of smell and touch were heightened. The tang of that jock tingled my tongue and my nose, electrifying my body. I felt like I was on another planet.
I was startled when Jamal attached a weighted tit clamp to one nipple and then the other.
“Alright, time to get you on your hands and knees.”
Jamal pulled his forearm out and I positioned myself exactly how he wanted. Jamal blew more clouds into my ass and into my mouth.
Jamal pulled the hood back only to pour a little of my poppers right on the pouch of his jock, then pushed it over my nose.
“Inhale, piggy. Deep breaths.”
Then the hood went back on. I was on cloud nine or ten now. I was ready for anything. I felt my body lighten from the severe rush and the effects of those potent clouds and poppers.
My nipples were drooping, stretched from the weights and my hole was blissfully reopened by Jamal’s fat fist. Only this time, Jamal kept his fist inside just past the wrist. I felt fingers exploring and prying as my cunt expanded like it was made of elastic.
“Ohhhh yes!”, I hissed under the hood. My eyes clenched and I saw the most colorful shapes forming under my eyelids as that second hand worked its way inside my hollowed out cunt.
Jamal’s fists were one over the other now and the top one began to punch me out. My cock dribbled some piss out of my cage soaking my jock. I was crying out in sheer delight, cloudbursts of light appeared before me as both fists cunted me out in a wild crescendo. It was a trip like never before, a nirvana fisting high I hadn’t achieved before which brought me to the most intense, pulse racing climax that was from another world. Gobs of white goo appeared from the fabric covering my cage. By the time I’d completely gooned out and finished my orgasm, I was extremely light headed and suddenly the weights hanging off my tits weighed a ton.
Jamal pulled his fists from my trashed ditch and watched as my cunt convulsed with each heavy breath, and my heart raced. I couldn’t move, or maybe it was more of a case of being afraid to move I knew I was off balance. My fingers gripped the sheets for support as I felt the rush pass over me. I slowly rocked my to and from, sucking in air, trying to reach equilibrium. When my breathing calmed, I fell to my stomach.
Jamal laid next to me, his fingers caressed my ass, circling around my unrecognizable ring.
“Damn Rich, I ruined your cunt.”
“Fuck yeah.”, was all I could muster.
“So…like, you think you’ve had enough?, Jamal asked? It had been over three hours since we started, I guessed he was done.
“I don’t know man, my hole seems fucking hungry tonight. I mean, I could go for more, but if you’re tired that’s cool.”
“No, I just need another break I think, but I’m loving your hole. Didn’t you say you liked feet?”
“Yeah”
“Come on, show me. Let’s see what you can do.”
“Ok, give me a minute.”
I composed myself and pulled off the hood, the tit clamps,and the filthy jock covering my face. and felt I’d regained some consciousness. I didn’t want to ride a foot and not have my wits about me. I’ve heard about bottoms getting hurt like that.
So I bent down to cover my hands in lube and I had Jamal sit up in bed for me. My hands caressed Jamal’s huge right foot as I coated it sensuously. As I was doing this, Jamal lit the pipe and we exchanged a couple more clouds and then he put it out.
Jamal groaned as I lowered my cunt over his toes. I felt my hole stretching and growing wider as more of Jamal’s huge foot fell into my ass. I took a couple hits of poppers again and I began to bounce up and down on that wide foot. Jamal smiled as he watched me foot fuck myself silly. My covered cock flailed about as I rode down to Jamal’s ankle. Feeling my hole just take that foot like it was nothing was surreal.
“Damn pig, your cunt is hungry. Look at you!”
“Fuck, your foot feels fucking amazing”, I groaned, my fingers gripping handfuls of his thick and curly chest hairs.
I lifted my butt just slightly and Jamal knew what I wanted. Slowly, he raised his foot.
“Come on man, kick my ass!”
Jamal and I locked eyes and he growled as he put some muscle into it.
This position wasn’t working too well for me so I pulled off and rolled onto my back, my hands holding back my legs and I presented my worn out cunt to him.
Jamal threw another layer of lube on his foot and stood over me, pressing his toes inside. As each toe pulled my cunt ring further apart I was losing my mind. I poppered up again and after I closed the bottle, I raised my ass up higher and pushed my hole out.
“Ahhhhh yeahhhh….wreck it…ohhhh fuuucck”, my head was bobbing up and down like a gooned out idiot as my cunt was kicked into next week. My eyes spun in the back of my fucked up brain.
Jamal must have noticed I’d reached the epitome of my delirium. He pulled his foot out of my backside, found the lube and coated both his hands. My rear end was desperate for stuffing.
“Fuck yeah, fuck it up man! Fuck my faggot hole!”
I noticed a slight change in Jamal’s demeanor, like he’d conquered my cunt and was about to own it. He won, he earned the respect of my fucked out cunt. Jamal looked boastful and proud of this accomplishment.
Jamal showed me his coated, dripping, fists that were positioned knuckle to knuckle and brought them to my awaiting tunnel of an ass. I opened my pussy up as wide as I could as I felt its walls being pushed back in every direction. I closed my eyes as I felt his balled hands glide through my opening and they popped past my first ring with ease. It was an electrifying sensation to have both fists stuffed in my rectum at the same time.
I felt for my gas mask and threw it over my head for a few seconds, filling my head up with nasty and toxic chemicals.
I pushed the mask off and Jamal looked at me for permission or instructions.
“Ohhh fuck, pig. I can feel your fucking hole opening up for me.”
“Fuck! Fuck! Punch it!”, I couldn’t muster other words as my tongue hung out of my mouth and I drooled down my chin when the world stopped around me and the only thing that mattered was my cunt. With each blow it took, I was heading straight to a new nirvana I’d never reached before. Deep guttural moans escaped my lungs as Jamal took complete control of my pleasure. My pussy was so loose, both fists delving further up my colon with every stroke. I was now being sawed with both fists half way to the elbow, some of the deepest doubles I’d ever had. My body shook from the multiple mini-assgasms that followed.
“Take another hit for me, pig”, he barked.
I poured a bit into that smelly jock and brought it to my nostrils and inhaled a few times. It took just seconds before I dropped it on my chest, threw my hands back and Jamal left one forearm impaled inside me while the other glided back and forth, punching my guts out, obliterating my poor cunt ring into the next century. Jamal was grunting, sweating, using my pig hole as his personal punching bag. I closed my eyes and could hear his angry rambling like he was exacting revenge on a childhood bully. Jamal brought me to yet another body shaking climax and again my jock was soaked in piss and cum. A white sticky foam was clearly visible.
Jamal pulled off my jock and shoved it into my mouth. Tasting my own fluids while under the influence made it all so seedy, so dirty and delicious.
I was breathing hard now after that double-armed invasion and Jamal really did look worse for wear. His entire body was coated in a shiny sheen of sweat. He took a towel and wiped his forehead and then wiped his hands and arms.
“I gotta piss, man”, he said.
“Mmmm”, I moaned.
“Oh yeah, you into that pig?”
“Mmmm hmmm”, I moaned. Honestly, it was shocking I was even conscious at this point. I’d really gone overboard with the poppers, but surprisingly, I was still in the game.
“From the tap?”, Jamal asked?
“Fuck yeah!”
I got up from my bed and went to my bathroom and I squatted down to my knees. I was completely naked with just my caged cock. Jamal hovered over me, standing outside the tub and I opened my mouth and guided his cock as far down my throat as I could get it.
Jamal placed his hands on the back of my bald head. I closed my eyes and I felt his shaft sort of vibrate as the urine began draining down my throat. I’d swallowed it too deeply for me to even taste it, so I pulled I off a bit and let it fill my mouth and that’s when the tangy, pungent flavor really lit up my tongue. Jamal pulled his dick out of my face and splashed it while I used his piss as mouthwash and swallowed it down. I wanted more so I dove for it, let it fill my mouth and swallowed again.
Jamal proceeded to coat me from head to knee and my hands rubbed it all over my body like soap. Jamal shook his dick out over my tongue and I once again sucked on it getting it nice and hard.
“Not gonna cum yet, pig. I want more of that cunt!”
I did rinse off in the shower and met Jamal back at the foot of my bed
I bent over and spread my ass with my hands, and pushed out my rosebud. Jamal was sitting at the edge and shoved his face in there, tickling the sensitive folds of my cunt. I felt my lips spread wider as he pushed more of his face inside, allowing his tongue to really get in there.
Jamal was a phenomenal multitasker because I never felt him miss a beat when he was lubing up his hands. Jamal’s tongue was eventually replaced with a fist. I bent down and held onto my ankles. Jamal treated me to a single full-fisted blowout. My tunnel was so wide now, a traffic cone could have passed through it. The punching was hard and fast and making me practically demented, my tongue hanging out, my eyes rolling back into their sockets, the crazy purple haze overcoming my brain. It was truly something ethereal. Jamal’s talented mitts instinctually knew how to turn me into putty, or some sort of fisting dummy.
Jamal grabbed onto my waist to support me and went even deeper, delivering fantastical full-forearm punches, rupturing my former human pussy into swine cunt.
Then Jamal stood up and pried his cock into my hole alongside his fist. I cried out in sheer joy when his fingers wrapped around his fuckstick and he began to beat off in my hole. Jamal growled like a beast of the wild when he finally took himself to the point of no return and flooded my cunt with his Alpha seed.
He held his cock and his fist in my ass for several minutes while his chest rested on my back. I felt his heart racing as was mine.
When his heart rate slowed, Jamal extracted his fisted cock from my cunt and a torrent of seed raced out of my gaped rectum.
Jamal pulled me into the bed and spooned me.
We were both too wired to fall asleep, but we did need a good intermission. Stay turned about what happened next.
